Stepping into J.D.'s Shoes

I hesitated for a moment, trying to process the situation and figure out what to do next. But as I looked at the text from Veronica, I knew I had to respond. I typed out a casual reply, trying to mimic Jason's tone and style. "Hey, Vee. Just lying in bed, thinking about you. What's up?" As I hit send, I felt a strange sense of detachment. It wasn't me typing out that text, it was Jason's body, reacting on autopilot. I watched in fascination as my new hands moved, performing actions that were second nature to Jason but completely foreign to me. I tossed the phone onto the bed and swung my legs over the side of the mattress. My body seemed to know exactly what to do, even if my mind didn't. I stood up, feeling the familiar weight of Jason's sneakers on my feet. I walked over to the window, pushed it open, and stepped outside onto the porch. The cool morning air hit me like a slap in the face, and I felt a sudden urge to smoke. My body seemed to know this, too, and I reached into the pocket of my jeans and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. I lit one up, feeling the familiar motion of bringing the cigarette to my lips. The first drag was like a reflex, and I inhaled deeply, exhaling a plume of smoke into the air. As I stood there, smoking and staring out at the suburban landscape of Westerboro, I felt a strange sense of disconnection. This was Jason's body, performing actions that were practiced and automatic. But my mind was still me, still trying to wrap my head around what was happening. I took another drag on the cigarette, feeling the nicotine coursing through my veins. It was a familiar sensation, one that I had only read about in books and seen in movies. But now, I was living it, experiencing the world through Jason's eyes. As I stood there, lost in thought, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. I turned to see Martha Atwood, the clique-obsessed queen bee of Westerboro High, walking down the sidewalk towards me. She flashed me a bright, fake smile, and I felt my body respond in kind, even as my mind screamed in alarm. What was I supposed to do now?