The Other Side of Me – Part 26
by Lily Rasputin

As the heavy haze of my intense, dream-filled slumber slowly parted, I found that Samantha was no longer curled up next to me.

Some part of my brain, probably still soaked with serotonin, hoped the sexy redhead would rejoin me soon. However, as I continued to lay there with my eyes closed, it occurred to me that the bed didn’t seem as soft as I remembered from the previous evening. In fact, it felt as if I were lying on something a bit stiffer and less comfortable.

The Other Side of Me – Part 24
by Lily Rasputin

“Well?” The furious woman across the table from me said. “I’m waiting.”

I stared at my mother, pain aching in my chest as I was torn between the elated feeling of seeing her again, and the sheer terror that her sternest glare always provoked from deep inside me. Unlike my father, Mom was slow to anger, but when she got mad, she really got mad.

I held up my hands, shaking my head back and forth. “I …”

Her finger came back up again, pointing right at my face.

The Other Side of Me – Part 22
by Limbo’s Mistress

The Sunday morning sunshine stirred me into wakefulness and for a few, terribly short minutes, I lay there with my eyes closed, a little smile playing on my face as I thought about the events of the previous evening.

The Other Side of Me – Part 20
by Limbo’s Mistress

After Mike and I had agreed upon a time for them to pick us up, I ended the call. Which was immediately followed up with a barrage of asinine questions from Shelly.

“You have a date? With who?” Her tone was a mixture of concern and surprise.

“Mike North.” I answered, trying to sound far more casual about the subject than I felt. “Well, technically his little brother asked Katie out. Mike has to chauffeur them around so he asked if I wanted to tag along.”

The Other Side of Me – Part 18
by Limbo’s Mistress

“Josie,” I said again, taking a step backward from the fuming blonde in the doorway. Despite her petite stature, she looked ready to tear one of my arms off so she could beat me to death with it.

Still glaring at me, she stepped across the threshold into my house, and immediately slammed the door closed behind her. For a few seconds, she just stood there, the fires of perdition burning in those big blue eyes.

The Other Side of Me – Part 16
by Limbo’s Mistress

After I left Jackson’s house and managed to drive across town to my own residence, it was nearly midnight. During the trip, I found my thoughts being pulled a hundred different directions, none of which did anything to ease the anxiety threatening to overtake me.

The Other Side of Me – Chapter 15
by Limbo’s Mistress

I stared at my father, feeling even more confused than I was when I bounced across the dimensional divide to find myself in mid-coitus with Danny Morris. Not to mention twice as concerned.

My father’s hand remained firmly planted on my shoulder, and the look in his eyes seemed to suggest he was seriously contemplating physical violence. Which was as much a shock as anything else. I couldn’t remember a single time he’d ever lifted a hand against me.

The Other Side of Me – Chapter 13
by Limbo’s Mistress

On the ride home from the mall, Katie repeatedly attempted to talk to me about my sudden foul mood. Each time, I refused to even look in her direction. Instead, I merely stared straight ahead at the road and mumbled, “I don’t want to discuss it.”

Nothing says "Sisterly Bonding" like shopping. Oh ... joy.

Day Two of trying to live the life of my multi-versal double. It's going to be complications on top of complications.

Is there anything worse than leaping back into my female doppleganger's body while she's having sex with a guy I hate? Maybe ... the aftermath?

Off to school I go. If I walk like Charlene and talk like Charlene ... does that make me Charlene?

The Other Side of Me – Part Four
by Limbo’s Mistress

Katie threw her hands in the air in disgust and sighed.

“Jesus Christ! Come on, Chuck. Stop being such a whiny little priss.”

“I’m not being a priss,” I replied, knowing I sounded exactly like the whiny priss she was accusing me of being. “I’m … taking my time. No need to rush into it, you know?”

Another toss of the hands, this time followed by a super-exaggerated eye roll.

If I'm going to pull off being the girl I'm not, I'm going to need some assistance.

When my best friend, the mad inventor, wanted me to see his latest creation, I should have known something would go wrong.

The final chapter.

A daring escape from the clutches of the Order. But am I willing to abandon all hope of ever being me again?

A captive of the Order of the Dawn. Who is this mysterious organization. What is their agenda? And what hope do I have to get free?

Matthew and I make the trip to see this friend of his who might be able to put me back into my own body. But first we have to get there without getting caught.

The Displaced Detective: A Body Hopper Tale – Part 3
by Limbo’s Mistress

The perky blonde newscaster’s voice remained completely somber as she stared out at us from the giant screen dominating the wall of Thomas’ living room.

Fleeing from our pursuers, the guy wearing my face and I find a safe spot to hunker down and catch our breath. Which affords me time to take stock of the teenage schoolgirl I've become.

As a policeman, my job is to help people. When I tried to help a young girl in trouble, I find myself trapped in her body and a nefarious organization after us both.

Game Day! Even though I'm super excited about it, I still can't help but worry about the state of my friendship with Sarah. Can we mend the fence? Or will Jen's return ruin everything?

Things begin to come together as they fall apart. I might still have a way back to Lee, but there is also the matter of telling Sarah the truth about the wishing stone. Nothing in a new girl's life can ever be simple.