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Whiteness. What's this? Where am I? My eyes open, blurry. A dark ceiling I do not know. A hand--my hand?--rises to my face. It seems foreign to me as I ponder it. What's this? What happened?

Without command, my body rises. Standing, I am surprised to find my balance so precise. I am walked, as though in a dream, toward a floor mirror and am forced to look in. What is this?

The person who I face is not me. This female of average height and build who stands before me does not resemble me in the least. No, no, no. This isn't right at all. Not at all.

I must fix this.

The nightshift changes into an overlarge orange hoodie as the bra beneath becomes a baggy black tee-shirt. Underwear becomes large shorts. My face--but not my face--looks surprised for some reason. It remains that way as it begins to change. My body grows half a foot as I fill the clothing I wear. Shoulders broaden, skin tans, face squares off. Once more I am the man I should be. But my satisfaction is short-lived.

Panic and confusion wash over me in waves from within and without my mind. Another series of thoughts washes through me. What's going on? What kind of dream is this? Why do I look like him?

These are the thoughts of the female form. Am I the invader, then? I wonder. I pause to ponder for a moment. But ... Who am I?

I release my hold, and the body I recognize fragments and slips back under the surface of this girl as she rubs her eyes. She looks back into the mirror and the panic subsides. Must just be the light or something, I hear. Right. The light can cause that much of a change. I wonder if she also hears me inside of her, but she does not respond.

I contemplate my situation as she relieves herself and gets a drink. What am I? How did I get here? I found I could observe the surface thoughts and general sensory data of my host without actually stretching outside of my residence. But that is not enough. I have to understand who I am.

I leave her lying in her bed. Not truly, but approaching the soulscape as I feel it. The soulscape that should be mine. Immediately, I find it. It is exactly as I remember it, and I begin to walk through it. But this is not my place. I feel the foreignness of my being here and wonder at it. There must be another host of this plane, then. I wander aimlessly in the black void, waiting to find its master.

Time has no meaning in a place like this, nor distance. Perspective is less than relative, and hardly follows the rules of the 'normal' reality. In a place like this, the nothingness that surrounds me is as solid as stone, as intangible as air. There is no light, but I know there is also nothing to see, because despite the lack, I see myself entirely. I am not surprised, then, to come upon my host suddenly.

As soon as I see him, I recognize the boy. I recognize the clothing, the hair, the posture. The subtle smell of fire and ice that he gives off, though I'm sure I'd never noticed it until I reached him in this void.

"Ah," I call to my host. "There you are."

He turns and faces me, and I hear my own cold, lifeless voice return with that same question I have been asking since I had woken in the girl.

"Who are you?"

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Whiteness. What's this? Where am I? My eyes open, blurry. A dark ceiling I do not know. A hand--my hand?--rises to my face. It seems foreign to me as I ponder it. What's this? What happened?

Without command, my body rises. Standing, I am surprised to find my balance so precise. I am walked, as though in a dream, toward a floor mirror and am forced to look in. What is this?

The person who I face is not me. This female of average height and build who stands before me does not resemble me in the least. No, no, no. This isn't right at all. Not at all.

I must fix this.

The nightshift changes into an overlarge orange hoodie as the bra beneath becomes a baggy black tee-shirt. Underwear becomes large shorts. My face--but not my face--looks surprised for some reason. It remains that way as it begins to change. My body grows half a foot as I fill the clothing I wear. Shoulders broaden, skin tans, face squares off. Once more I am the man I should be. But my satisfaction is short-lived.

Panic and confusion wash over me in waves from within and without my mind. Another series of thoughts washes through me. What's going on? What kind of dream is this? Why do I look like him?

These are the thoughts of the female form. Am I the invader, then? I wonder. I pause to ponder for a moment. But ... Who am I?

I release my hold, and the body I recognize fragments and slips back under the surface of this girl as she rubs her eyes. She looks back into the mirror and the panic subsides. Must just be the light or something, I hear. Right. The light can cause that much of a change. I wonder if she also hears me inside of her, but she does not respond.

I contemplate my situation as she relieves herself and gets a drink. What am I? How did I get here? I found I could observe the surface thoughts and general sensory data of my host without actually stretching outside of my residence. But that is not enough. I have to understand who I am.

I leave her lying in her bed. Not truly, but approaching the soulscape as I feel it. The soulscape that should be mine. Immediately, I find it. It is exactly as I remember it, and I begin to walk through it. But this is not my place. I feel the foreignness of my being here and wonder at it. There must be another host of this plane, then. I wander aimlessly in the black void, waiting to find its master.

Time has no meaning in a place like this, nor distance. Perspective is less than relative, and hardly follows the rules of the 'normal' reality. In a place like this, the nothingness that surrounds me is as solid as stone, as intangible as air. There is no light, but I know there is also nothing to see, because despite the lack, I see myself entirely. I am not surprised, then, to come upon my host suddenly.

As soon as I see him, I recognize the boy. I recognize the clothing, the hair, the posture. The subtle smell of fire and ice that he gives off, though I'm sure I'd never noticed it until I reached him in this void.

"Ah," I call to my host. "There you are."

He turns and faces me, and I hear my own cold, lifeless voice return with that same question I have been asking since I had woken in the girl.

"Who are you?"