"Ethereal Exchange: A Life Transformed"

Prompt: My father sat there, dying before my eyes, and there was nothing I could do about it. His pale, hairless, and skeletal body barely called to mind the robust man he had once been, before the cancer (and it's treatments) had ravaged him. At that time I was trying very hard not to show any signs of sadness or stress, because he was still alert enough to sense things like that. My only concern was to make him as happy and comfortable as the circumstances would allow. This scene here didn’t take place in some cold and clinical hospital room, his death would be as inevitable there as it was here, in his home, with his family. When he requested to see his old high school yearbooks, I quickly complied. I figured he wanted to have a look at his old glory years one last time. And glory years they were, what with him being the valedictorian/ star pitcher of the baseball team. High school hadn’t been nearly so kind to me up to that point, but I digress. I returned to his bedside with all four of his yearbooks. He asked me to open to a certain page in his freshman yearbook; on the page was his photo. He then asked me what person was on the page, and I replied, "Why you, of course." He just shook his head "no". Then he asked me to open up to a certain page in the junior yearbook. I opened to the page, and lo and behold there was another photo of him. Again he asked who was on the page, and again I replied, "You of course." This time he nodded his head in the affirmative. Thinking he might have some sort of story or moral to he wanted to explain, I asked him why he was himself in junior, but not freshman year. "Well," he rasped, "Because before Junior year I was that guy." He pointed to an awkward looking guy, real skinny with lots of curly brown hair and coke bottle glasses. He then proceeded to explain to me how he was originally born to a family of gypsies, and his mother, seeing how he was unjustly picked on just for his looks, had given him a spell that would allow him to swap bodies with anyone . Naturally he chose to swap with the most intelligent , not to mention most popular, kid in school. He explained how he was able to access both his own memories and the ones already in his new body. The person he swapped with could do the same, but not any memories regarding the spell. Finally he pulled a yellowed piece of paper out of one of the year books and handed it to me while he said, "I see how unhappy you are, use this wisely and you’ll be as happy as I am." After a few more minutes he went right to sleep, all of the talking had really worn him out. I cried myself to sleep that night, because not only was my Father dying, he was now also insane. He died in his sleep over night. I never told anyone of our conversation, for fear it would ruin people’s image of him. Within a few days all the arrangements were settled, and relatives from across the country came to the funeral. I know funerals aren’t supposed to be much fun, but it seemed like my Dad’s was more sorrowful than most, probably because he was only 50, and a real good guy. Not surprisingly the reception back at my house was also a bummer. I decided I needed a break from all the gloom and doom surrounding the funeral, so I retreated to my room to for some alone time to masturbate. I was sort of a dreamer or something like that at that point, I would lie down and imagine myself as a woman and how cool it would be to be a girl, specifically the ones around me that were super attractive like the cheerleaders or the volleyball girls. Another one was my younger sophomore in high school sister because of how attractive and popular she is. Her boobs are also huge and I wished that I got her body instead. I felt that she didn’t deserve her body and those glorious boobs that were way too big for her petit and toned body. While I was thinking how cool it would be to be that any of them, I remembered I still had that "spell" my father had given me in my jeans from a few days ago that were lying on the floor. I ripped it out of the pocket and read it in my head. Apparently all you had to say were a couple of lines of gibberish and than the person whom you wanted to switch with’s name. I was getting really excited just thinking about it, so I started going at it again. I put the sheet in front of me and read of the gibberish, under my breath so no one would hear. "Just think," I thought to myself, "in a few moments you might be the in the body you should have been born in the first time." I finished with the gibberish and the girl’s name was on the tip of my tongue!" Then I said my sister’s name: “Kayla” The next thing I saw was pretty weird. I was in my sister’s room all of the sudden. Then I realized that I had actually traded bodies with my younger sister Kayla. I couldn’t believe dad’s paper worked, I had to get that paper back from my old room. But for now I was Kayla, and I had no intention of being the older brother ever again. I was Kayla now