Hall of Infinite Doors
Just as abruptly as your body started sinking, the feeling stops. You are no longer surrounded by moisture. Opening your eyes, you look around and observe your new surroundings. It's a beige room, with clutter all over the floor. There's a desk with a computer on it, as well as assorted papers, and there's a bed with frumpled sheets over in the corner. This must be Isaac's room! Then, does that mean...?
You walk over to a mirror, stepping on two bowls and a pair of pants in the process. Yep, Isaac's body is looking right back at you. Well, it did say it was advanced manual control. It can't get much more advanced than this! Isaac's appearance confirms your suspicions- he's in a faded polo, worn khaki shorts, and fraying flip-flops. Damn, fashion is stupid.
You start thinking of various things to do in Isaac's body, when chance gives you the perfect opportunity. A cell phone in your pocket starts ringing, which you pick up immediately.
"Hey, Isaac, it's Cassy. I'm on my way. I got tied up in family stuff, or I'd've been over earlier."
She hangs up, and you smirk in glee. This should be good...
At that moment, a little kid of about fourteen, assumedly your little brother, bursts into your room. "I heard that," he says with a grin. "You've invited your girlfriend over. Mom and Dad said no guests while they're out of town. I'd hate to think of what would happen if they somehow found out..."
You walk over to a mirror, stepping on two bowls and a pair of pants in the process. Yep, Isaac's body is looking right back at you. Well, it did say it was advanced manual control. It can't get much more advanced than this! Isaac's appearance confirms your suspicions- he's in a faded polo, worn khaki shorts, and fraying flip-flops. Damn, fashion is stupid.
You start thinking of various things to do in Isaac's body, when chance gives you the perfect opportunity. A cell phone in your pocket starts ringing, which you pick up immediately.
"Hey, Isaac, it's Cassy. I'm on my way. I got tied up in family stuff, or I'd've been over earlier."
She hangs up, and you smirk in glee. This should be good...
At that moment, a little kid of about fourteen, assumedly your little brother, bursts into your room. "I heard that," he says with a grin. "You've invited your girlfriend over. Mom and Dad said no guests while they're out of town. I'd hate to think of what would happen if they somehow found out..."