Shifted

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I never heard you cussing before.”

No shit. Kelly was apparently a Ms Prissy too. Snotty lawyer with a rich, influential mother and a handsome husband, living in a perfect world of upper class society. Nicolla hated her already.

Andrew White brushed past her, heading straight to the shower. Nicolla blinked in confusion. What, no good morning kiss or that kind of shit? They were fucking married, right?

“Honey,” she called him. He gave her the look again. “What?”

Andrew didn’t answer. He only took his shirt off and disappeared behind the shower door. Nicolla cursed again in silence. What kind of twisted married couple were they?

Nicolla watched in dismay as Andrew left the house. He went without saying goodbye or exchanging any pleasantry like a normal couple would. He only nodded at her, sipped his coffee then hurried off to work. This left Nicolla puzzled. Were they mad at each other? Had they been in a big fight? It didn’t feel like they were fighting. If they were, she didn’t sense any hostility between them. Their reserve towards each other felt as if they were two strangers who just happened to be in the same boat, trying to be civil for the long trip.

She jumped when the inhuman voice of the house AI announced she had a phone call. The vid comm screen on the kitchen wall flickered alive. Nicolla almost snorted in her coffee when she saw the person who was making the call. It was herself. Well, someone who inhabited her body. Nicolla shivered, freaking out. This whole thing just felt so fucking wrong.

“You! I demand to know who you are.”

“Jesus,” Nicolla replied. “Do I really sound all whiney like that? I always thought I sounded sexy.”

“Answer my question!”

“Bitch, you ain’t gonna get any answer if you keep your attitude like that.”

“But, this…isn’t me. I don’t know how this happened, but you’re in my body.”

“You’re Kelly White?”

“Yes. Wait—how do you know my name?”

“Well, you’re in my body.”

“You’re Nicolla Evers—the porn star?”

“I’m a legitimate actress,” Nicolla snapped, feeling cross. “I’ve starred in many successful movies, and I have the biggest fan base in the industry.”

“Sure,” Kelly replied in a cynical tone. “I bet that’s a hard job, flaunting your titties and opening your legs all day for the camera.”

“Well, maybe if you didn’t let your ass become as big as a footstool, your husband would pay you more attention.”

“My behind is perfectly fi— Wait, you met Andi?”

“Yeah, what’s up with him?”

Kelly inched closer to the cam. She looked panicked. “Did he know? Did you say anything to him?”

“Your husband is an ice king. How long has this been going on? Did he screw around behind your back?”

“Andi would never—” Kelly stopped midway through the sentence. She sniffed indignantly. “It’s not your business. What did you say to him?”

“I didn’t say nothin’.”

Kelly glowered. An awkward moment passed between them. “Well, we still have a problem.”

“Good fucking observation, genius.”

“Listen, you—” The word ‘bitch’ seemed to almost jump from Kelly’s mouth. Nicolla fought hard not to laugh. “Did Andi notice?”

“Notice what?”