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Continued from Chapter 5.

Day 2

“Morgan, Morgan, Morgan”

The next thing I knew, I was waking up again, and I could already tell, before I even opened my eyes, that something had changed again. I felt taller. That’s a strange feeling to explain. I could just tell that there was more of me. I could feel my feet further away. That was a bit of a relief. At the same time, something was missing, something I could not quite pinpoint at first. There was just the feeling of an absence where something had been before.

I opened my eyes. The room was dark. It was hard to tell what, if anything, had changed besides me being taller. I started to run my hands over my body. My head felt fine, but my hair was much longer now. My hands continued down my body, not finding anything else out of the ordinary until I reached my crotch.

“What the fuck?” I said, and as with the day before, I gasped at what I heard. When I tried to speak, I heard my sister talking instead.

“What?” I heard Morgan’s groggy voice say, now from next to me, causing me to jump. A reading light flicked on, revealing my sister, looking and sounding like her 9-year-old self again and lying on a separate twin bed next to my own.

“Morgan?” I said. Again, when I opened my mouth, I heard her voice.

“What?” I heard Morgan say again, only this time, her voice was coming from above me. It was as if she were transporting all around the room. Her voice was everywhere. Another reading light flicked on, revealing my little sister peeking over the side of a loft bed down at me.

I looked up at her above me, then down at her next to me, back and forth. There were two identical Morgans in my room. Two of them! “Oh, God,” I said, hearing her voice again, and I started to suspect that there might be a third Morgan around.

I practically fell out of bed trying to escape the room and that voice. The door was on the wrong side of the room, and the hallway went in the wrong direction. But, I stumbled along down the dark, unfamiliar hall on unfamiliar feet looking for a bathroom and a mirror. I had to see. I had to know if what I feared was true.

I found the bathroom, turned on the light, and was greeted by the reflection of my little 9-year-old sister staring back at me, looking very freaked out and disheveled.

“No,” I said. “Oh, no.” The Morgan in the mirror mouthed the words as I spoke. I held up my hand and waved it in front of my face. The Morgan in the mirror did the same. I put my hands on my face as did mirror Morgan. “Oh please, no,” we said. “Not this.” I looked down at my body. I was wearing the same shirt as mirror Morgan. I had on pink pajama pants. I touched my crotch again, confirming what was missing there and what had replaced it.

I slumped to the floor, overwhelmed. My mind recoiled at what was happening. It was one thing to wake up years younger than you had been the day before. After all, it was just a return to a body you once had. Sure it was jarring, but there was something familiar about it. You soon fell back into old patterns of movement and thought.

This was totally different.

Not only was I dealing with being a different age and the opposite sex all of a sudden, but I also had to deal with being a totally different person, a person I knew all too well. More than just being a 9-year-old girl, I was Morgan. I looked and sounded exactly like her.

I stared off into space in front of me unable to deal with what was happening. My mind seized up into thoughtless inaction at the horror of it all.

“Hey, Alex,” said one of the Morgans. Hearing my name brought me back to reality. I dully looked up at the girl in the door and saw a Morgan looking down at me with concern. “Are you alright?”

“Uh,” was all I could manage.

“Casey and I were worried,” she said. “You’re freaking us out.”

“That makes three of us,” I said in an identical voice. “Morgan?” I asked. “You’re Morgan, right?”

She responded slowly, dragging out the word, “Yes?” clearly uncertain at what was going on with me.

I stood up on shaky legs and looked her in the eyes, feeling a bit of déjà vu from looking in the mirror just now. She was the exact same height as me. Of course, at that point, that should have been no surprise, but it was strange to stand eye-to-eye with a kid you had looked down on your whole life. Still a bit dazed, I walked past her back to my room, our room, to find the other Morgan sitting on the bed next to my own.

“Casey?” I asked.

She responded, “Yeah, it’s me. Are you okay, Alex?”

I shook my head.

Morgan entered the room behind me and asked Casey, “Should I tell Mom and Dad something’s wrong with Alex?”

Casey shrugged.

“No,” I said. “I’m fine. I mean, I think I’m fine.” I was trying to calm them down, figuring that one freaked out girl was better than three. “I just had a weird dream, I guess.”

“What was it about?” Casey asked and added with morbid curiosity. “Something gross?”

“I don’t really remember,” I said.

“Aw,” Casey groaned in disappointment.

“You sure you’re okay?” Morgan said from next to me.

“I’m fine,” I said. Then, I added. “Just to be clear, we’re triplets, right?”

Casey and Morgan looked at each other and back at me. “Did she hit her head or something?” Morgan asked Casey.

“Check her head to see if she has a fever,” Casey suggested. “…or a lump.” Morgan put a hand on my forehead.

I pushed it away. “I’m fine,” I repeated. “I just feel a bit… confused.”

“She doesn’t feel warm,” Morgan reported. “… or lumpy.”

“I don’t have a fever, and I didn’t hit my head,” I said. “I just had a strange dream, I guess.”

They both waited for me to explain more. It was so weird to see the same person looking at me from two places at once. I couldn’t keep eye contact with either of them for more than a couple of seconds, as the thought of my own reflection haunted me.

I looked at the floor and said, “I guess I dreamt that I was someone else yesterday, a boy.”

“Weird,” said Casey. “I could see how that would freak you out. I couldn’t imagine turning into a boy all of a sudden.”

I let that statement slide.

“Girls?” called Mom’s voice from down the hallway. “Are you up?”

“Yes,” Morgan shouted back. “Alex had a bad dream and freaked out a bit. I don’t think she’s sick.”

Mom came down the hallway with a robe on and flicked on the light switch in our room. I noticed pink walls and generally girly decorations and furniture, including the two twin beds jutting out perpendicularly from beneath the loft bed above.

Morgan stepped back, and Mom approached me. She was still taller than me. It was a funny thing. In my original body, I had only recently grown taller than her, but now it felt so strange to be shorter than her again. She put a hand on my forehead. I was starting to get tired of people doing that to me. “You don’t feel warm,” Mom said, and I noticed that she looked younger now, probably no older than 35. All the grey hairs were gone. “Are you calming down?”

“I’m calm,” I said. “I feel fine now. Really.”

She examined my face a moment and said, “Alright then, if you’re feeling well, and since you’re all awake now, let’s get breakfast going. Sound good?”

“Yeah, weekend breakfast,” cheered Casey, punching the air. “Pancakes, pancakes, pancakes!” she chanted.

Morgan just rolled her eyes. It seemed that, despite being identical, they still had their old very different personalities.

“Let’s go,” Mom said and left the room. The other girls, my identical sisters, followed her out.

I stood there a moment by myself in our girly room in my girly clothes covering my girly sister’s body, my body, and said the only word that came to mind, “Shit.”

To be continued in Chapter 7