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[center][b]Aubrey Adkins[/b][/center]
Why the heck am I keep blacking out? Seriously, this is getting ridiculous! And you can’t blame me on this one. What am I supposed to do when that crazy b**** seems to be rearranging the very atoms, of which my body is composed? But for real, I really don’t want to know whose body I’m going to be waking up in.

What the hell has this world come to! I’m worrying about what I’m going to look like when I open my eyes, as if people could actually drastically change the appearance of others without major surgery. This all has to be a dream. It got to be. When I open my eyes up, I’m going to find myself back in my room, safe from any crazy people or demons.

Nope. Still tied to a chair. And this is definitely not my body. I have my blonde hair back, but only God knows whom that woman transformed me into. Well, that woman herself probably knows, although I doubt she going to be telling me it anytime soon.

So, Aubrey, what’s the bright plan for getting yourself out of this mess?

“Don’t worry, child, for I have come to your aid.” I heard a voice behind me. That’s definitely Athena. Why couldn’t she had performed some ‘divine intervention’ several hours ago? I have to say, that woman drives me crazy.

“Can’t you keep your voice down? They might hear us.” I told Athena, with a voice that sounded foreign to me. It was strange hearing a different voice resonating out of my mouth. I don’t think I would ever get used to it.

“Don’t worry, Aubrey. Just like in Book Alpha of the [i]Iliad[/i], no one can see or hear us.”

“How the heck does that work? And what obscure reference did you just pull out of thin air?”

“οἴῳ φαινομένη: τῶν δ᾽ ἄλλων οὔ τις ὁρᾶτο.”

“That’s all Greek to me, Athena. English please?”

“Well, it is indeed Greek,” Athena said with the biggest smirk on her face. I bet she enjoyed pointing that one out. “Anyways, I said: ‘(she, of course me) appearing only to him. Not anyone of the others saw her (i.e. me again).”

“Okay.” I began, leaving a pause afterwards because I really didn’t know how to respond to that. “What’s the plan?”

“This.” After Athena made that quick comment, I heard the chains that had bound me crackle as they were forced apart.

“What? You’re not going to do anything else?” However, I would not be getting a response from that mysterious woman, for she disappeared just as suddenly as she had appeared. That woman. She just drives me up a wall. And that’s without my wall crawling ability.

Then the door creaked open. Well, looks like I just traded one insane person for yet another equally disturbed person. This is just spiteful.

“That’s quite a wonderful idea.” The woman mumbled to herself, “That combination of body parts would actually look quite good on this girl. However, as countless times before, things don’t always look as good as they seem to on paper.”

The woman walked up to me and was about ready to place her hands upon my face, intending to inflict even more pain on me by changing my very genetic make-up. However, since Athena had released me from by bonds (but made it seem like I was still tied up), I immediately retaliated before that insane woman could even lay a single finger on me. Before I knew it, she was sprawled on the ground, grasping at her nose as blood soaked her hands.

“TURN ME BACK, YOU BITCH!” I yelled. I have had enough of this body manipulation crap.

“Why would you ever one to be changed back? You will be the paragon of female beauty.” The woman said as she still gasped in pain from me probably breaking her nose.

“Or do you mean the paragon of the objectification of women? I don’t want to be some weirdo’s sexual fantasy. I just want to be [b]ME[/b]! NOW TURN ME BACK TO NORMAL!” 

“Fine, you win.” She said, “Come down here and I will change you back.”

In my own eagerness to return back to normal, I blindly obeyed her, thinking that she would indeed turn be back. I had just broken her nose. What more could she do to me?

“But before I do that, I’ll show you the true meaning of objectification.”

How did I not see this one coming?