In the span of three months, I had become Sheila and she had become me, Donny and I started our new jobs and got engaged, and the new Marcianne had become his stalker.

I worried that Donny would realize I wasn't Sheila, but he seemed oblivious to the change in "her". It made me wonder just how in love he thought he was with Sheila. But who was I to complain? I had the affection of an incredibly hot man who was amazing in bed.

"I never thought she'd turn out to be crazy." He shook his head as we prepared our dinner together.

"I could have warned you." I shrugged, not worried at all.

"Do you know that she tried to say she was really you? That you guys had somehow switched bodies?" The look on his face expressed just how crazy he thought Marcianne was.

"What?" I snorted, turning away to hide my expression.

We finished cooking and ate on the small balcony, talking about the wedding. We were still debating on where we wanted to get married.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and excused myself. I went to the bedroom and pulled it out.

How the heck did she get my number? I had changed it as soon as I went to work for Bronson. And Donny had his number changed when he filed the restraining order against her.

But I looked at the picture of my old body, cuddled up against a sleeping Laurance. I gagged at the sight. 

I don't know what she was trying to do. I mean, I wasn't Marcianne anymore. She was. So the only person she was hurting was herself.

As I slid my foot across the area rug from her old place, I felt a shock. Stupid static electricity! 

I blocked her number and deleted the message before I went back to the balcony and finished my meal with my fiance. Memories of my last days at the office flooded back. 

"When are you planning to work with me on figuring how we switch back?" Sheila growled at me.

"I don't know. Donny has been wanting to spend a lot of time together." 

"Well tell him you're going to have to pass. You have to take care of your sick mother or some crap like that." 

"And break his poor heart? You don't want us to switch just so you have to mend a broken relationship, do you?" 

"I can take care of that. I want to be myself." She was inches from my face, her voice low. And I swear she had death ray eyes.

I gulped, a little unsure how to handle things now. I had been able to hold her off, using her relationship as the excuse. I had to keep things as normal as possible, right? But she was impatient 

"How about Friday night? I'll come to my place." I had no intention of doing that and if she went to her place, she'd find it empty. Donny and I had wasted no time in moving into the apartment. 

"That's the best you can do?" I was scared she'd break some teeth with how hard she was gritting them.

"Yeah. I mean, I'd like to look over the spell we're going to try. Make sure we have everything together. "

"Bull. We do this tonight." She slammed her hand down, causing the desk to shake and people to stare.

"Fine. Don't get so testy." I rolled my eyes at her, trying to figure out how I could stand her up. 

That was the last day I showed up to the office. I didn't go to my old place that night. Donny and I kept our date as planned. I changed my phone number the next day and told Donny it was because someone I didn't know kept calling me and sending me messages. It didn't matter that I had blocked the number, they just kept on from a different phone. He didn't question me, but I saw that he was worried. 

Then she started hounding Donny. While I had kept it secret that I left to work for Bronson, she already knew he was leaving for Haulding & Porter. So she wasted no time showing her crazy.

So far, it didn't seem like she'd found his number, which I was happy about. But she tried to get into his office almost every day. 

I came back to the present and looked at my man.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Donny stretched as he stood up, looking at me in a suggestive way.

"Yeah." I jumped up, grabbing our dishes. He smacked my butt as I walked past him and we rushed into our room.

The next morning, I squinted as a ray of sunlight peeked through the blinds, right into my eyes. That wasn't right. We have blackout curtains.

"No." I breathed as my eyes widened in apprehension. 

The heavy arm across my abdomen shifted and I took that moment to bolt out of the bed. The surroundings were very familiar, but not any I had seen in a while now.

"No no no no no no no." I muttered as I made my way to the bathroom.

The light blinded me for a few seconds, but I made it to the sink and stared into my face.

My face. Pale skin, hazel eyes, crazy looking chestnut hair. 

How was this possible? What had happened? Why was I back in my body? Then I remembered the shock from the rug.

Disbelief washed over me and I slumped to the floor. Everything was over. Just like that.

I wasn't shocked this time. I was angry. I wanted my body back! I mean, I wanted to be Sheila again. I wanted my life with Donny and my job. Not this.

I rushed around to get ready. Laurance stirred in the bed, but didn't wake up. I stopped in the middle of pulling my skirt on and turned my head toward him. How the hell did he end up in my bed?

The picture came to mind. I gave myself a forceful facepalm. She really is a slut!

Pushing it all aside, I finished dressing and rushed to leave. I noticed my car keys sitting on the kitchen table so I grabbed them up and rushed to my car.

When I got to the office, I was surprised to see someone sitting at my normal desk and Sheila standing outside Donny's old office.

"Well. Look who finally decided to show her face." She gave me the evil eye as I made my way to her. Then I saw Laurance's name on the door. My jaw dropped.

"Where the hell is my desk?" I turned in a full circle to see people taking their seats.

"You don't have one." She slipped an arm through mine as if we were best buds and led me back to the elevators. This time she let me get on first and told me to pick the ground floor.

"I'd be furious with you if it weren't for Donny and I being engaged and living together. Thanks for the better job with Bronson. I don't know why you never did it sooner." Her voice was haughty and it was grating on my nerves. 

"Why are you taking me to the ground floor?"

"Oh. You don't work here at all anymore. In fact, you're overdressed for your actual job." 

"What?!" I shrieked, my throat burning.

"Yeah. You kinda lost your mind when I left and then Donny. And Laurance got the promotion instead of you." I wanted to smack that Cheshire grin off her face.

"By the way, you're the one that started up a fling with Laurance. I know how much you liked him." She squeezed my cheek like I was a toddler. "When he asked why the change of heart, I just told him I've been denying my true feelings all this time and I couldn't do it anymore. I had to have him!" The sneer she gave me showed just how pleased with herself she was.

My heart felt like a stone in my chest. She had ruined my life while I had built hers up. 

"I didn't know if we'd switch back. So I was determined to make you look like a fool." Of course. I should have expected this. "You work at that cute little coffee shop on Porkings." She couldn't contain the laugh that erupted from her mouth.

I glared at her with all the hatred anyone could have for someone. 

"How is Laurance by the way?" She started walking away from me, toward the shiny, new Mercedes I had just purchased.

"I don't know about him, but Donny was great all of those months I spent with him."

That wiped the grin off her face. 

I trudged home to change into my uniform. I wasn't even sure what time I had to be to work. 

Laurance sent me a text, wishing me a good day. He couldn't wait to see me later.

I sighed and decided that I would have to make the best of things. For now that is. I was determined to find a way to become Sheila again and get back the life I had made for myself. And this time, it would be permanent.