Chapter 1

"ELIZABETH! WAKE UP!"

I groan.

The fuck is Elizabeth?

"C'MON LIZZY! WE HAVE SCHOOL!"

Who is even talking to me?

My eyes flutter open and I see a tall brunette standing at the door.

"Lazy arse." She mutters walking out of the room.

Someone's pissy in the morning.

I roll over tiredly taking in the warmth of the person beside me.

Wait person?!

I claw my way out of his grip before I sit up and look around the room. I don't remember painting my room pink or having purple bedding. God this is so girly.

I get out of the bed confused as I walk into an ensuite bathroom. I splash my face with water and look into the mirror.

The sight causes me to scream!

What the hell?!

"What's wrong baby?" A tired voice comes from the door. I look over to see a boy with matted curly hair - probably from his sleep - and I look back at myself.

I notice long black hair flowing down past my shoulder blades with bright green eyes. The hair that grows from my hair is perfectly layered with perfect black eyebrows to match. I see a bunch of make up around and look back at 'my' reflection.

Oh god.

I'm a girl?

The fuck?

This is so weird.

"Y-Yea I-I'm f-fine." I stutter looking at him in the mirror and he chuckles.

"Okay well I'm going to get into some clothes for school." He says and I nod staring at his beautiful green eyes.

You know . . . Beautiful in a totally straight manly way.

I look back at my reflection and I touch my face, noticing my perfectly manicured fingers. I hold myself up using the bathroom counter still wondering why my tan skin is now pale and why I have boobs and not a flat chest.

I find a brush and comb the long hair coming from my scalp out so it's completely brushed out. She does have nice black hair. I take time to notice all her make up.

Oh hell no I am not doing that.

I take the toothbrush and put some Colgate minty toothpaste on it. I brush my teeth out before taking time to look through her stuff.

Yes I'm a creep.

I notice pads and tampons and go white.

Please tell me I will be out of this body before blood pours out of me.

I walk to my closet and open it up only to have it be huge. How rich is this person.

Good thing I'm good in the fashion department.

I wander in and look through the shirts.

I quickly examine her scalp to make sure it's not greasy. Nothing worse then greasy hair.

I remove her pajamas. And put on one of her band shirts.

Hmm. Pink Floyd. I like this girl.

I put some white skinny jeans on with . . . Oh god. Yes!!!

I slip on the black vans and walk downstairs.

"Hey babe." I hear a really deep voice from earlier say.

I blink a few times before realizing I have arms around me and the most amazing smell fills my nostrils.

"Elizabeth the cook made your lunch it's in your bag." A woman that looks to be in her mid forties says.

"Okay? You know I could have done it myself." I state.

She furrows her brow and I raise my hands, "or not."

"C'mon baby we gotta get your sister to middle school and then us to school." The boy beside me says. "Do you have your phone?"

"Right I need that." I say, still confused with the sound of my voice.

I walk up to 'my' room and grab the cell phone and unlock it. Good no passcode.

I quickly type my number.

Please pick up.

Please pick up.

"Hello?"

"Oh thank god. I'm in your body I want mine back." I say.

"Oh god! I'm talking to me."

"I'm Louis by the way."

"Elizabeth. Please. I have a boyfriend and I love him. Don't mess my relationship up. He's the only one that loves me for me and not my money." I hear my voice come through the speaker.

"Would your boyfriend perhaps be tall, deep voice-"

"Green eyes, brown curly hair. Yes he should be there to pick me up. Well you." She says.

"Okay, uhmm . . . I guess just live my life like me. I'm a class clown. My best friend is Niall. I love football." I say.

"I can't play football." She mumbles.

"What?! No please. I'm the captain. You have to learn. I-I can't lose my spot. It's my future." I beg.

"I-I can't I'm sorry. When does your season begin?" She asks.

"In three months." I mumble.

"Okay, in three months we have to undo this." She says cheerfully.

"I have school football tryouts tomorrow." I whimper.

"Do you have to do school football?"

"I guess not." I mumble.

"Okay, three months. We will redo this. All you have to do is keep my boyfriend. Don't have sex with him okay? Just tell him you haven't been feeling well and once a month you'll have a reason not to." She says.

"O-Okay." I mumble.

"I hope you don't mine kissing guys. Cause I don't want to lose him."

"Oh fuck." I cuss.

"ELIZABETH!"

"Sounds like you gotta go. Text me!" She hangs up.

Oh god.

I walk out of me room but I'm push up against the hallway wall.

"Your so gorgeous today baby. I like how natural you look today. Very relaxed." He kisses my cheek after whispering in my ear and I feel blood race to that cheek.

"Th-thank you." I feel a lump grow in my throat as his lips come close to mine. They brush along mine and I push mine against his.

Don't ask me why.

I just felt like it.

He kisses my back and slides his tongue into my mouth as I gasp because his fingers press hard into my hips.

Ooooo. His tongue is so nice. You better not tell people what I'm thinking. I'm just acting. Playing a part and I have different hormones in this body! Girl ones . . .

I buck my hips and he growls.

Oooo sexy.

I buck again and he grows hard.

I would be hard if I was still a boy. Jokes. I wouldn't. Right brain?

You don't want the answer to that one.

"Your being a very naughty girl Lizzy." He whispers into my ear huskily.

I gulp pushing him off and he chuckles.

"Always shy about doing thing with your family around." He smirks before kissing my forehead.

Or you know I don't know you and I'm straight.

He takes my hand walking downstairs and I can't help but notice his package down bellow.

Girl hormones.

I quickly make my way out and there is a girl about 13 waiting at the door.

"C'mon Elizabeth." She says in a snobby voice.

I roll my eyes at her attitude and make my way out to the car.

"Which one-"

"My car silly. We always do." Harry chuckles.

"Right." I mumble following behind his tall figure towards his Lamborghini.

Fuck is everyone fucking rich here?

We get in and I take a seat in the passenger side. He takes off with a loud roar and all I think to myself is.

How the hell did this even happen to me?!