In the middle of changing, I heard voices outside that were coming closer to me. It was the colleagues from other departments coming into the changing rooms. I quickly put on my bra and slipped my underwear back into place.
Stefanie and three other nurses entered the room, greeted me, and continued their conversation. Meanwhile, I sat on the wooden bench and put on my socks. I had already put on the skirt and shirt that Lina had left here. "Was it already summer?" I wondered as I put on the skirt.
As I was putting on the white sneakers, I glanced again at the women. I saw the four of them naked, hairy, and thin. They, too, were beautiful to look at. Maybe I'd pretend to take over their bodies someday. But first, I had to figure out the basics.
On my way out, I greeted the women and looked at Lina's phone, which I took out of her bag. Six months had passed since I had the accident. Since I had fallen into a coma. I was curious to see what the world would look like after six months.
I greeted the colleagues on the evening shift and pressed the elevator button. When I arrived at the reception downstairs, I stepped out and saw the evening dusk. The sun was shining over the horizon. The sky turned orange, and there I stood in front of the hospital, witnessing this spectacular moment. I stood still for a few seconds.
Lina had a blue Polo. Not exactly smooth, but at least something. Thanks to Lina's memories, I knew where it was parked, put the key in, and the door opened. I realized I hadn't driven a manual car in a long time. When I turned the ignition, Lina's muscle memory helped me remember to press the clutch before changing gears. The car lurched forward. I was able to drive straight ahead.
Lina lived in a shared apartment with a few other women she had met during her nursing studies. Natalie was one of them. As I thought about Lina's friends, an image appeared: brown curls, oval face, blue eyes, and a pointed nose with full lips. The second friend, Angelina, also came to mind: rectangular face with green-brown eyes and a pointed nose. She also had high cheekbones and thin lips. Everything I needed to know about the two, I could get from Lina's memories. That wouldn't be a problem.
On the way home, I kept wondering how I would find out what had happened to me. Above all, I wondered whether I should contact my colleague. After all, I knew where she would be and when.
I parked the Polo in front of the house, locked the car, and entered the house that Lina shared with her colleagues. As soon as I opened the front door, I saw lights on. "I'm back," I said in a female voice. The other two greeted me with a "Hello." After putting away my shoes, I went into the kitchen, where I saw the two of them making pizza.
"How was your day?" I wanted to know. Lina always asked that after work.
"The kids, you know how they are," Natalie said, who worked as a teacher at a school. "Especially at today's parent-teacher conference, the parents tore me apart," she continued. Angelina, who was adjusting the oven light, stood up. "No, really?" she wanted to know more.
Then Natalie started talking more about the details, about the student who didn't make the grades and now had to be moved to a lower class. But the parents didn't agree, and now more people had to get involved.
Natalie sighed tiredly: "I hope I can go to bed soon." She was completely demotivated. "How was your day?" she asked me. "As always. Patients, patients, patients," I replied. "And the boy from room ten?" Angelina wanted to know more. "The one you like so much," Natalie laughed. In fact, Lina had felt something for me as a patient, but that's where it ended… "Still in a coma," I said with a sad nod.
"Poor guy, what happened to him?" Natalie wanted to know.
"Beaten up by colleagues," I explained to them. Both could only shake their heads. "Do they know who it was?" Angelina wanted to know. "No, just that he was found unconscious," Natalie answered. Then we started talking about youth crime until the pizza was ready.
When it was ready, we all dug in. Even though it was hot, I enjoyed every bite. I hadn't eaten in a long time. I finally wanted to eat pizza again. I felt the dough between my teeth, the taste of pizza, the taste of cheese, and the taste of tomatoes filling my nose.
After we washed our dishes, which went very quickly, we returned to our rooms. Natalie had to prepare for the next lessons, Angelina had to get ready for a meeting next Wednesday, and I had to think again about how to get to Celia, Marco, and Julius. After all, they were responsible for my coma.
I lay in Lina's bed, which smelled very nice. I lay there and thought. I could take over Sophie's body, but I didn't know if I could get into her body the way I did with Lina. Sophie's body would have the advantage that I could extract her memories and use them to my advantage. However, I wasn't sure how Sophie would react. If she at least came to the hospital, I would have achieved a lot. The disadvantage, however, would be that she wouldn't have the strength to confront Marcus, Julius, and Celia.
I kept thinking, what about my parents? I mean, maybe they were involved in the incident too. If I could take over one of them, I would surely have the information I needed. But getting my parents to go after the three would be risky. Then there's the question of whether they might put themselves in danger. I don't know, but I had to find a way to figure out why. Why was it me who was hit on the head, and what did Celia mean when she said they had to do it? There were many things that didn't make sense yet. I had to find out what it was.
As I slipped into Lina's body and made myself comfortable, I put on her pajamas and let my breasts hang underneath. The change did me good, she did me good. I didn't hesitate for a minute that night to massage my breasts, especially when they weren't restricted by a bra. The feeling was different. My nipples touched my nightshirt. They were thicker than I had. I felt them move under the shirt as I walked.
When I went to the bathroom later, Angelina was already in bed. But Natalie was still awake, staring at her phone. Somehow she looked different in her pajamas than before. She was wearing glasses and her hair was different. I had to intervene. When I came back from the bathroom, I knocked on her door and went in.
"It's you!" she said to me.
"It's me," I replied. "Done for today?" I asked.
"Unfortunately not," she shook her head.
"Maybe you will be if I help you relax," I went up to her and kissed her on the mouth. Our lips met. We felt each other. Natalie hesitated at first. She didn't know what was going on with Lina. She wanted to push me away, but I held her hands tight. She couldn't escape me. We jumped into bed, kissed, and touched each other in many places. She moaned, I moaned, she touched me, and I touched her. We relaxed together late into the night.