Roseanne, Courtney and both boyfriends had spent the night in 2 of the basement bedrooms. It had been so late when everyone finished that I was afraid...that they would fall asleep driving home.I went down with an armful of clean sheets and pillow cases then knocked on the doors. "Breakfast will be ready in 40 minutes, make the beds with these, put the dirty ones in the hamper along with the towels from last night and bring it up when you come. If you want clean tee shirts and gym shorts there. But I was persistent- after a while she again told me to let her go. I didn’t let her loosen and pushed my finger into her lower basement and caught her ass- she almost screamed to which I tightened my lips against her. She was wild scratching my body and after a couple of minutes of struggle gave away in despair. I told her that this would be the best day of her life and also I will ensure that she is able to make the best out her remaining life.I asked her to be practical and think what I. Some of this may not be accurate as mymemories of certain events might be colored by my feelings or my age atthe time. Still I have tried to be honest about them.Graduation was approaching. The closer it got, the more depressed Ibecame. Amy, even though she never meant to be, was in a small partresponsible for it. At least I blamed her for it. She had everythinggoing for her. She was beautiful, popular at school, and smart. Shedidn't have to worry about people teasing her because of who she. .. well,your body. But when I was playing video games by myself that evening, Ifound something peculiar.My hands seemed to be switched, or my legs too long, or my lips too big.It was as if my body was off, that I had stumbled into someone else'sbody for a brief second, long enough for my memory to find itcomfortable, only to return and not recognize my own body. Or even thatmy mind was detaching itself from my body, to get away from something.The next day, I decided to tell Billy."You ever get.