It wasn't supposed to happen this way. No, no, no...Maybe I am hallucinating or dreaming. I don't remember the doctor saying anything about delusions being one of the side effects of a leg injury. I pinched myself to come out of the dream. And then, I slapped myself.

Nothing happened. Nothing changed. I started to panic now. This can't be happening! It is not freaking possible! I closed my eyes, willing myself to return to reality.

      When I opened them for the hundredth time, I saw a long dark-haired teenage girl staring at her reflection in the mirror with a bandaged right leg.
     And I can promise you that girl is NOT me.

       "Ahhhhh!...." My scream echoed through the hospital walls. A nurse barged into my room, "Danielle!!! What is wrong? Is your leg hurting? Did you fall again?", searching my wide eyes for answers.

          "What did you call me..again?" My voice had become raspy and my mouth felt dry. I realised my voice had changed too. Either I have become insane or I have been thrown into some exceptionally directed nightmare.

         "Danielle, I don't have time for your stupid jokes. Now, do you actually have a problem?"

          "Um..no." I am perfectly fine. I have just transformed from the hot playboy Dan Harris to some stupid lanky teenage girl named Danielle. Everything is simply perfect.

       The nurse left murmuring something under her breath in a huff. I sat on the white bed and placed my hands on my head. A headache was on its way. For the first time, I took a good look at the new myself. I was tall enough to be eighteen or so and my hair was falling in waves around my shoulder. And,...um the girl part on my chest was heavy. Thankfully, I still had my dazzling blue eyes. Should I unzip my jeans and check? I pushed the thought out of my mind and tried to think rationally.

How the hell did this happen? Honestly, I have no idea.

The last thing I remember was hurling to the ground when someone knocked me out from behind. I thought the person was Liam, as he kinda despised me. Although I can't blame him, I might have made out with his girlfriend. But then, I never really saw the face of the person who had attacked me. This happened in our high school playground, when nobody was around. I decided to go to the same spot and figure out what exactly went wrong.

      But guys, one good thing happened out of all this trauma, my bandaged right leg didn't even sting. It felt much better than before. I waltzed past the nurses and doctors with the ease of a ballet dancer, while they stared at me with their jaws falling to the floor.

        "Danielle, Stop! Where do you think you are going ?!", the nurse who had barged into my room earlier tried to stop me. I broke into a run.

           The cool evening gust blew against my face as I exited the dreary hospital. The trees on either side of the road swayed with the wind. I tried to
run as fast as I could, but my new non-athletic self seemed to hate it. Still, I made it to the playground a few minutes later. The vast space stretched before me, its grass slightly withered. The sun was sinking behind the horizon, leaving the sky bathed in crimson hues. I sat on the spot, where I had fallen and waited for something to happen.

         After some moments, I felt myself changing.

        Just kidding, I was still the same lanky Danielle.

If there was any improvement, I wanted to pee badly. I stood up and went towards the restroom. There was one behind the locker rooms. Some random dude came out of the restroom, looking at me in the weirdest way possible. He was literally gaping at me. What man? I just wanted to pee. What is so weird about that?

           "Um.., the girls' restroom is in the opposite direction." He murmured awkwardly.
                And then, it dawned on my dumbass brain. "Oh,..thanks for the info."
                I walked back as soon as possible. I felt embarrassed going into the girls' restroom. If that stupid guy wasn't still standing at the entrance, I would have just used the guys' restroom.

             The girls' restroom was empty as it was pretty late and nobody stayed this long. I was wearing faded jeans and a yellow tank top. I avoided the mirror and went to the nearest stall. Now, this is going to be the most embarrassing thing I have ever done in my life. I unzipped the jeans.

              Woah! Probably for the first time, in my life, I was utterly speechless.

            I did the job and came out with the strangest feeling ever. Can this get any more awkward? I reached the spot on the ground, where I had fallen and resolved to do the craziest thing I could think of.

              Fall again. In the same place with the same force.

              I promised myself that if this works out I am going to stop changing girlfriends every week. I prepared myself for the fall and prayed to God one last time.
And fell on the ground.
              A sharp pain shot through my legs. Opening my eyes, I saw the same girl I woke up as, a few hours ago. NO. Not again.

        "God! Whoever you are, I am totally done with you." I screamed at the top of my girly voice.

         I was devastated. I wanted to give up. I sat on the pavement steps and looked at the star-speckled night sky. I couldn't even begin to imagine living as Danielle. Me -Dan Harris, the hottie with killer abs and a sexy smile is now a girl wearing a yellow tank top. I let that fact sink in.

         Just when I got up to go, I saw someone sitting on the pavement steps opposite to mine. I got closer to get a better look.

                 It was Me. The actual ME. Dan Harris.

           I ran towards him/me. He was crying with a pink handkerchief in his hands. Breathlessly, through shock and puzzlement, my raspy voice found its way.

                " ... Is your name Danielle?"

             He looked up with his hazel eyes, full of tears and his mouth fell open. His eyes were mingled with surprise and shock, competing with each other. We stood there staring at each other for a whole minute.

          "You are..me." Our voices echoed simultaneously. I sat beside him/me.
I was thinking hard about how to change back. I decided to do what Dan Harris would do.

            I grabbed and kissed him/me in the mouth. By the way, I tasted really bad. This time, I actually felt something happening to my body. For the last time, I opened my eyes and saw Danielle looking back at me with her hazel eyes. It was a twilight miracle.