Chapter 59
...Dickinson in Emile pov…
I was pressed and needed to use the bathroom after being directed as to where they were. I almost stepped into the men's bathroom but recalled and switched to the next door with slanted eyebrows.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, feeling disoriented and confused. I had always been a male, but now I found myself in the body of a female. My name was still Dickinson, but my physical form was that of Emile.
I needed to use the bathroom, but the thought of it filled me with unease. I had never experienced this before and I wasn't sure what to do. I hesitantly approached the toilet, feeling awkward and self-conscious.
As I tried to relieve myself, I felt a discomfort I had never felt before. The anatomy was all wrong and I struggled to aim properly. It was a strange and uncomfortable sensation, like my body was rebelling against this foreign action.
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I tried to figure out what was happening. I felt violated and exposed, like my body was no longer my own. The discomfort was almost unbearable and I couldn't help but wonder how I was going to manage this every time nature called.
It was a humbling and eye-opening experience, and I felt grateful for the male body I once had. This was a journey I never expected to undertake, and one I wouldn't wish on anyone. But for now, I was Emile, and I needed to learn to adapt to this new reality.
I stepped out of the bathroom, still feeling dazed and bewildered by my new reality. As I reached for my phone, it suddenly rang, breaking the silence. I looked down at the screen and my mouth dropped open in shock. The name on the caller ID read "Dickinson."
My heart raced as I answered the call, my voice shaking with nerves. "Hello?" I said, barely recognizing my own voice.
"Hello?" A familiar voice replied. It was my own voice, coming from the other end of the line.
I was awestruck, my mind struggling to comprehend what was happening. How could my own number be calling me in this new body? And why did my own voice sound so strange and familiar? Who could be using my phone?
"Hello," I said, barely able to form the words.
I was completely bewildered, my mind struggling to make sense of what was happening. My expression was a mixture of confusion and disbelief, my eyes wide and my mouth slightly agape. I felt like I was in a dream, or a nightmare, and that at any moment I would wake up and find that this was all just a bad joke.
I couldn't believe that my own voice was coming from the other end of the line, and that I was speaking to myself in a way that was completely foreign and unfamiliar. The whole situation was surreal and dizzying, and I felt like I was losing my grip on reality.
I stood there, frozen and speechless, as my mind raced with questions and doubts. How could this be happening? What had happened to my own body? Was this all just a trick, or a hallucination? I felt like I was on the edge of a cliff, hanging on for dear life as the ground beneath me crumbled away.
Despite all of the uncertainty and confusion, I couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. The voice on the other end of the line was familiar and reassuring, "Dickinson?," the voice on the other end replied.
I felt a wave of confusion and disbelief wash over me.
"Emile?" I asked hoping it is not what it seemed like.
I could feel Emile's fear and suspicion through my body. I knew exactly what she was thinking. She suspected that I had taken control of her body, just as I had taken control of hers. "What da yell!" My voice howled.
"You...how did this happen" . i stammered "how did we switch bodies?"
"How will I know how Dickinson", Emile said.
"You really are in my b..bod--",I trailed off as I saw two female nurses and walked quickly to a quiet corner.
"Hello? Are you still there?"
"Yes," I hurriedly said.
"Emile, Emile," I said into the mouthpiece, trying to ease his fears.
"Yes," she replied, her voice shaking. "And you're in mine, Dickinson."
We both let out a sigh of disbelief. How did this happen? How had we switched bodies?
"We have to be careful, Emile," I said, trying to reassure hee. "We can't do anything stupid with each other's bodies."
"Agreed," she replied, sounding a little more at ease. "We need to figure out a way to switch back as soon as possible. The last thing we want is to cause any harm or damage to each other's lives."
I nodded, feeling his agreement through my body. "We need to act as if nothing has changed. We can't let anyone know what's happened. If we act normally, nobody will suspect a thing."
Emile nodded in agreement. "But what if we need to make an important decision or take care of something that only one of us knows how to do?"
"We'll have to figure it out as we go along," I said. "But for now, let's just focus on keeping up appearances and not doing anything that might give us away."
We both took a deep breath and tried to calm our nerves. It was going to be a long and challenging journey, but we were determined to make it work.
"What do we--"
"Where are you?" She interrupted.
In the hospital you mom said I had… you had to… kind of checkup. I said my eyebrows furrowing and it felt horrible saying it. I could hear her chuckling from the other end.
"What...you…".
Hurry up and check up on the pregnant lady then we will meet when you are done. She said, ending with a chuckle.
"I… nevermind".
"Come pick me up in my car, I don't want to take a cab".
"I don't know how to drive".
You what?
"You heard me", replied.
"This house isn't the one you took me to that time is--".
That is my house and don't step out or do anything without my permission I scowled into the phone.
"You don't tell me what to do!" I heard my deep voice grating on my ears as I hung up.
Damn! I can't take any more of this.
I hurriedly stamped my feet unknowingly as I walked back to the waiting room and a young man holding files under his arm almost ran into me.
Woah watch I said as I walked past him.
Hey pretty he said as he turned back.
My eyebrows slanted down and my mouth twitched. Ignore him! I told myself and walked off leaving him standing. I turned back to see him with an embarrassed grin.
"Flirting moron", I muttered as I stepped back into the waiting room, feeling a little more confident now that I looked a little more put-together. But the woman that was beside me earlier had already gone in.
I waited for a little over 15 mins as I battled to distract myself from the cry of the little baby before it was now my turn. I took a deep breath, and made my way to the examination room, ready to face whatever was to come.
As I stepped into the office, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Everything looked different through Dickinson's eyes. The familiar surroundings were now strange and unfamiliar.
As I made my way through the office, I saw Doctor Jones coming towards me. I could feel my heart racing as I tried to remember how Emile would act in this situation.
"Good morning, Doctor Jones," I said, trying to sound as confident as possible.
"Good morning, Emile," Doctor Jones replied, looking at me with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
I could feel anxiety through my body as I tried to act normal and keep up appearances. I couldn't let Doctor Jones know that anything was amiss.
I sat down in front of Dr. Jones, I couldn't help but feel a sense of boredom wash over me. I could feel Dickinson's impatience as Dr. Jones began giving me antenatal advice. Although I knew it was important, I found myself struggling to pay attention as the time went on.
Just as I was at the crest of boredom, Dr. Jones suddenly said, "You'll come in tomorrow for the ultrasound."
At the mention of the ultrasound, I felt my ears perk up. This was it - I would finally know the sex of the baby. Was it a girl or a boy? I tried to hide my excitement as Dr. Jones continued to speak, but I could feel my thoughts wandering. I couldn't wait to find out the sex of the baby. I was filled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.