Her Eyes (Short Fiction Young Adult Sci-Fi Paranormal, #1)

By: J.R. Kruze
I.




I LOOKED INTO HER EYES and my soul was gone.

Like I never existed in my own body. Or more like I had a different one, now.

I could feel her arms, her legs, the silky smoothness of where she shaved and where she didn't. Medium height, brown hair, blue eyes - I knew these from looking at her from the outside. But from the inside out, your eyes didn't have color, your hair only showed in a mirror or when you grew it long enough to pull out in front where you could see it. And you hardly felt hair growing where it shouldn't unless you felt it for yourself.

I put my new hands around and over my new body to feel the textures, the curves. Alabaster white skin, like I'd never been out in the sun. A smooth rump, going up past dimples into a curved indent above the spine. Ribs, just below the skin, as my lungs expanded and contracted by their efforts.

And higher, to cup my own new breasts.

"Hey, watch it!" A voice came in, the hands dropped, arms straightened, fists clenched.

"Buddy, we're in this together, for now, so keep it clean." That voice was obviously in command.

"Who are you? What am I doing here?" I asked.

"I'm Rosa. This is my body and you are a visitor." The voice named Rosa was tough, but as smooth as her hips that I could still feel through our knuckles.

"But what am I doing here?" I repeated.

"You're a volunteer. Simple. You asked to be here." Rosa replied.

"No. You're kidding. This is slavery, this is..." My own voice halted.

Rosa turned to look at my own body. All 6 foot, 4 inches of it. Sandy hair, broad shoulders, tanned dark by the sun. Except those parts that never saw daylight. I was naked as the day I was born. And had a blank look on my face until I didn't. Then I winked back at me, with a wry smile. That "me" then turned and walked over to the chair where I'd left my clothes. Denim pants, chambray shirt, scuffed leather boots, and a frayed and faded blue ball cap with a seed company logo on it.

Then that me, all dressed up, walked over to the cheap "solid" door to this two-bit flea dump of a hotel room. Unlocked the chain, turned the dull stainless-steel door knob, opened it. Just before I went out, I picked up a small knapsack. Two steps and I was gone. At least thoughtful enough to shut the door behind.

I was trapped in someone else's body in a room that wasn't also borrowed. Probably paid by the hour. But how long I would be in this body was another question. My ride that I came with had just left for parts unknown.

"Relax." Rosa said, trying to comfort me. "we're in this together. Quit worrying so much. It gives you wrinkles around your eyes and your forehead that you can't get out."

Our eyes closed. That was better. Calming after a fact.

"That's right, settle down. It's always a shock at first, but you'll do fine. Let's get to know each other a bit before we have to leave." Rosa's calm approach slowed our heartbeat and our breathing became more regular.

"Now, do you want the 50-cent tour or do you want to just see where this rabbit hole goes?" Rosa felt honestly interested, concerned for my well-being.

"Thanks. The main question I should ask, is 'How?'" I was calm now, curious.

"I don't know the science to this, but you volunteered to try it all out. All I know is that it works. You're here, I'm here, and for the next few hours, we'll have to get along inside my skin and bones. Probably more important is your Why." Rosa felt as curious as I was.

"Why? I don't know why. It's like I just woke up here. Where's my memories? What just happened?" I could feel our back tense and those fists uncurl into straight fingers spread out as far as they could.

"Shh. Be quiet for a bit. Getting excited won't help. There are simple answers. Let's have a drink." Rosa again was calming me on purpose.

Our body walked over to the Formica wood-grained chest of drawers with the large mirror on the wall above it. I could see exactly how petite she seemed, but I knew this body was trained and toned. The six-pack abs were relaxed now, but there was hardly an ounce of fat anywhere. Scanning up, I noticed the breasts were young, firm. Shoulders were broad, which again meant athletics. Hair was brown with light, natural tints. So we saw some sun occasionally. The eyes were a piercing blue. With the irises wide in this dim light, I could almost fall into them again...

Our eyelids shut, firmly. "You don't want to go there. That's why we avoid mirrors. Some have been found in front of mirrors and take a long time coming back. If they ever do. The first thing we are told is to only look into real eyes." Rosa was giving me tips to survival.

She continued, calmly. "Now relax again. You got us all excited. It takes some getting used to. If you want, we can lay back down and pleasure yourself to get that out of our system. It's quite exciting to share all that with someone. You can't get closer than this." A smile crossed our face, wistful. Our hands found a long-toothed hair brush on the dresser top, then we turned away from the mirror and opened our eyes again, if only to keep our balance.

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