2 Waking up on the wrong side of the bed

I've had my share of bad mornings, I've drank myself into a stupor when I first had alcohol, I feel like I puked my guts out the night before and my throat was dry as cotton, but this one has got to take the cake. I feel oddly tired after having slept for an eternity. My body feels light but at the same time it feels like the first time I've ever gotten beaten up - those kinds of memories stay with you forever. Don't worry, those guys never beat up anyone ever again once I got my hands on them.

I blow my hair out of my face, I need to get a haircut - it's getting pretty long even for me.

I push my arms on the bed to get up and I feel completely out of sorts when I do, I slowly blink and see the sunlight peeking through the slates on my windows. I take a deep breath and thank whatever God is listening that I get to wake up another day.

I like keeping an eye open even when sleeping so I've never really slept soundly like I did last night, but I guess I was really tired.

I think about what I did before sleeping but nothing really comes to mind, I remember... nothing. I just think I had an accident or something, I remember that mutt Glock - where is that dog? And I remember falling down... like I slipped? But where?

I look around and see that nothing's changed, I'm still in my house and in my bed, but something's different, my room's still looks like my room, my stuff still where I last placed them and it looks like no one's touched my stuff - just the way I like it. Grizz doesn't dare come in here or I'll kick him out, but it feels different, like I haven't been home in a while. There's an accumulation of dust on the windows and on my bedside table.

I still feel weird and I go back to thinking if I had any accidents yesterday, I don't even remember going to bed, I don't think I got into a fight so where's the confusion coming from?

I touch the back of my head to check if I had any cuts, but there's nothing. I look at my... what the hell? I look at a hand that's in front of me, it's connected to my arm, but it's not my arm. This looks like a girl's arm, where the fuck are my tattoos?

What the fuck is happening?

I remove the blanket and see...

"Holy shitballs!"

Boobs!

I run to the dresser and look at the reflection of someone else looking right at me. My heart is pounding and I'm literally speechless.

I tilt my head to the right and she does the same thing. I tilt my head to the left and she fucking does the same.

I touch her face, my face, but it's not me. It's her.

I look down and see that I am this person, I am looking through her eyes and I'm freaking out. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

"I am..."

Fuck! Even my voice is different. I've been trained to be ready for anything, I've been trained to be focused even if there are explosions or fuckers trying to shoot me from all angles, I can do this.

I try again.

"I am Jace Cross."

"Jace Cross. Number One Assassin in Fuel City, orphaned at age five, raised by assassins, but I've killed them all because they were assholes. I have a friend named Grizz and a dog named Glock. I am Jace. This is my brain, I remember everything up until yesterday. There's an explanation for this. I am me and I'm going to find out."

I look back at the reflection on the mirror and decide to check out her, I mean my body.

She's got platinum blonde hair and the bluest eyes I've ever seen, her skin is flawless and fair, she's short around 5' 3" with a petite frame and I'm looking right at her. Right at me.

I can see she's not wearing anything but I'm fucking confused and I think it's absolutely insane for me to check that out so I'm keeping my eyes on her face. I turn away from the mirror.

I breathe through my nose and out my mouth, "It's fine."

I pull at my hair, "Fuck this voice is annoying!"

I cough and try to make my voice deeper but it just sounds funny, "Damn it!

The door to the apartment opens and I hear Grizz, "Honey I'm home!"

"It's about fucking time!"

I stomp out of my room and yell, "Grizz! You better have an explanation for this!"

Grizz turns around holding a beer and when he sees me he freezes, the bottle slips from his hand and he looks at me from head to toe. Then from toe to head and back again, and he's looking at my chest.

I look down and realize I haven't put on clothes, and I'm flashing my best friend.

"Oh for fuck's sake, eyes here Grizz!" I point at my face.

He breathes hard and mumbles, "Who are you?"

I put my arm up and say, "Oh great, now I have to explain everything when I don't know what the hell's going on!"

He swallows, "Lady, you should put some clothes on."

I laugh, "Well it's like you haven't seen me naked before, I mean not in this body, but whatever."

I take the blanket off the couch and haphazardly put it over my body, "There, better?"

He finally looks up to me and asks, "Who are you and what are you doing here? How do you know me?"

I look at him and say, "Grizz, you've got to help me I don't know what the hell's going on but when I wake up I'm this." and I point a my very feminine body.

He walks to the couch and sits on the far side, away from me.

"You still haven't answered my question, though. Who are you?"

I roll my eyes and take a seat on the couch but I realize I'm sitting with my legs apart because he hyperventilates while looking at my crotch. I pull the blanket to my legs, man this is weird.

I cough and look at him, "Grizz, it's me, Jace."

He looks at my face and maybe he sees that I'm serious, he doesn't say anything as his expression turns from curious into sad, he looks at me as he says, "You can't be Jace. I mean besides from the obvious - you're a girl."

"Duh!" I say, "I don't know how to explain it but I just slept last night and when I woke up, I'm this." I point back to my body.

He shakes his head and says, "That's impossible. This did not happen overnight. I haven't seen Jace in three months."

What?

"Jace just disappeared."