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11/22/19

You can do it!



"Come on, you can do it! Say that! Say it now!"
 
Oh, who am I kidding?
I'm back to bite my lip with an unintelligent expression.
Like all the other times I've tried to reveal who I really am to my girlfriend.
Well, now ex-girlfriend, since she hasn't considered me her boyfriend 
for a month.
Not that it's my fault: obviously she thinks I'm my cousin, Sally.
 
Sally and I grew up together, living on the same block.
You have always been a tomboy, and we always had a lot of fun as children.
But her parents are very traditional, and growing up they imposed on her a  
"good young lady" lifestyle.

She suffered a lot, but was always unable to rebel against her parents. 
 
About six months ago she started getting interested in the occult. 
I thought it was just a hobby to escape from her problems, since her father
had just prevented her from enrolling in college, wanting to impose her a
future as a housewife. 
But I was wrong... 
It was a way to put that future on someone else! 
And apparently the only person (not older than her) whose life she knew 
well enough to allow her to steal it was me! 
 
About a month ago I woke up in her body, I don't know as a result of 
which ritual.
 
And this damn magic prevents me from telling anyone who I really am.
Every time I try I get stuck, I bite my lips, sometimes I slobber a little...

Sally continues to apologize to me, assuring me that this is only a "short
vacation" from her life. 
Too bad that this vacation was to last two weeks, and was extended by
another two. 
And yesterday Sally told me that she is too comfortable with MY fiancée,
and that she wants to postpone the return of my body for another month.
She seems really sorry, but at the same time she doesn't seem to want to
give up this new life.
Not being able to ask anyone for help, I can do nothing but beg her crying,
and hope that in a month she will keep her word...

I don't want to become a housewife!

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