One of the plot bunnies I've wanted to do for a long time is about a body swap. I'm sure you're familiar with the concept as Hollywood has made many moves based on the premise. From Freaky Friday, Turnabout, Vice Versa to Rob Schneider's hilarious comedy The Hot Chick, it is always fun to watch two totally different people forced to overcome their problems while they live in each other's shoes.
People said the neighbor's grass always looks greener, and I'm sure at one point in your life, you harbor a curiosity on how it feels to live a life as somebody else. Living a better, exciting life. So what would you do if somehow, your wish came true? Would you freak out? Would you be happy to finally be living a life like you have always wanted or is it just a disaster waiting to happen?
In my newest book Switched, two of my main characters, both lynx shifters, come from opposite backgrounds. Both are facing problems and are at the end of their rope. Both wish to live as somebody else. And one morning, they got what they wished for. They switched bodies.
Kelly White is a successful litigation lawyer who is on way to her success. She had just been promoted as partner in the prestigious law firm where she busted her ass off for the past few years, working like a lunatic so much that it has taken a toll on her marriage. Her relationship with her husband Andy turns so bland, she's afraid she will lose him soon if she doesn't do something about it. Problem is, she's an introvert, and terminally prudish. Everything she does in her attempt to rekindle the love back into her marriage fails miserably. When she finds out that some sexy, flirty woman is stalking her husband, Kelly wishes that she were good in the sex department so she could regain Andy's love back.
Nicolla Evers is a famous pornstar, but behind her glamorous life, she is tired of the spotlight and yearns to live a nice, quite normal life in suburbia with her twin boyfriends. Problem is, Nicolla's manager, Harry Strickland, a porn mogul, won't let her out of the contract. Harry practically enslaved Nicolla until she could no longer serve his purpose.
I had so much fun when I wrote this story. Just imagine, a prudish lawyer waking up one morning in a pornstar's body, and vice versa. In order to keep their deception until they could figure out a way to switch back, prudish Kelly is forced to shoot an adult movie, while Nicolla, who has no office skill whatsoever, has to attend a cutthroat corporate business meeting with her bosses. The two shifters fight like cat and dog, but in the end, they agree to help each other out.
I'd like to share Switched's exclusive excerpt with you. Enjoy!
Lizzie Lynn Lee
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Copyright ©2009 Lizzie Lynn Lee
Available at Changeling Press: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1272
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 and 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 toward 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 A.I. 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?”
“That you're a shifter?”
Nicolla widened her eyes. “You're a Misfit?” She frowned and flexed her fingers, willing herself to shift. Her inner cat wasn't interested in playing. It ignored her completely. The cat within her was dormant. It had become almost non-existent, as if someone had renounced it for too long. Kelly's body had something to do with it. “What are you?” she asked Kelly with suspicion.
“I'm a lynxae.”
“No shit, me too.”
“You can't tell Andi you're a shifter. He never knew.”
“Why not? Do you think I would have made it this far if they knew I was a shifter?”
“The blood skipped, didn't it?”
“Three generations. You?”
“La-di-da! If it had skipped, I wouldn't be living in the District, would I?”
Kelly pursed her lips. “Well, we have to get this problem fixed. I can't live like this forever. I'm not a porn star.”
Nicolla folded her arms. “Oh, so my lifestyle is too degrading for you?”
“I'm not good at --” Kelly paused. “Listen, I have an important meeting this morning, I mean, you have an important meeting. You have exactly one hour and twenty-seven minutes to --”
“Fuck that shit, bitch, I ain't going anywhere.”
“Yes. You. Will.” Kelly brandished her fist in agitation. “Today is the most important day in my life --”
“What, you and your beloved Andi are going to renew your marriage vows? You two could really use it.”
Kelly's face flushed from her dig. “They're going to make me a partner and today is the confirmation interview. Now get your lazy butt to the shower and make yourself decent. For the love of God, whatever you do, you have to show up at that meeting.”
“Are you crazy? I can't go. I know nothing about your fancy-pants lawyer stuff. I'm a porn star, remember?”
“Didn't I say it was a confirmation meeting? All you have to do is sit nice and agree to what everybody has to say. It's a piece of cake. Even a monkey could do it.”
“Why don't you just hire a monkey, then?”
“Goddamn it! Look, if you're posing as me, we have to make this work until we figure this whole thing out. Do you think I'm happy doing your job? Somebody just called me and asked if I had my… my…” Kelly looked utterly horrified, the next word spitting out of her mouth as if it would kill her if she said it too loud. “Enema. Why would I need that kind of procedure for a film shot?”
Nicolla chortled. “Oh yeah, I forgot. I have, I mean, you gotta shoot a DP scene this afternoon.”
“What's a DP?”
Nicolla's chortle turned into a full-blown roar. “I don't know if you're truly innocent, or you're just sexually retarded, but this is just hilarious.”
Kelly's face flushed deeper. “Lay off with the insults already. For your information, I'm not good in the sex department.”
With a great effort, Nicolla refrained from her mirth. It still came out as guffaws. “I'm sorry. You'll find out soon. You'll like it, considering you're married to an ice king.”