Oh Lizzy!! Too much caffine before you went to bed. Got your imagination working overtime???

Can't wait to see where this goes!!!!

Jill

OMG! What have you done?

And who exactly has Tara become ??????


Very creative twist !!!

Is it Freaky Friday. This is definitely a first in fanficland.

kav

That would be.....freaky!




















(hey! Was I supposed to resist?! )

Lizzy..........what have you done?

It took a full ten minutes for Tara to regain her composure. One can only stand still for so long—in shock or not. Shaking her head, she tried to think clearly. How in the world is this possible? She ran her fingers through her hair again, finding it very difficult to receive any calming effect from the gesture when her hands were gynormous and her hair was completely butchered.

Daring to look into the mirror again, she was mesmerized. Whether it was morally appropriate or not to be mesmerized by your own body, visually taking in every single detail, was not the issue. It never even occurred to Tara; her mind was taking a completely different turn. Her fingers traveled from her neck down her chest, to her stomach…

So this is what Bobby Manning looks like shirtless… and in Bugs Bunny boxers… She smiled.

“Bobby!” Tara exclaimed suddenly. “If I look like this, then… Oh goodness!”
*****

Blasted telephone. Bobby crammed the pillow he’d slept on over his ears, trying desperately to drown out the sound of the ringing phone. It wasn’t a familiar sound, but he identified it as a phone just the same. He pulled the pillow down tighter. Pink?

Peeking out from under the pillow, his suspicions were confirmed. He was no longer on his couch, where he had fallen asleep; nor had he ever seen this room before. Sitting up slowly, he pulled the pillow down from his eyes. Pink bedding… a magenta pillow… Where in the world am I?

Looking down at the pillow again, he froze. Petite hands were holding the cushion there. He flexed his fingers, watching as the small appendages clenched the pillow. He tossed it onto the bed, then stared at his hands. Painted fingernails? He examined the red tips. Never in my life have I…oh my… Tara?

He scrambled out of bed, standing on his tiny feet. He wobbled. The floor’s never looked so close before. He examined the strange room. An open door led into a bathroom. Racing into it, what he saw in the mirror stopped him dead in his tracks.

This has got to be illegal.

The only person looking back at him was certainly not himself. Or was it?

“Tara?” He shook his head vigorously, then looked again. “Still Tara.” He smirked. “So, this is what she wears to bed?” He’d never expected her to be so… well… revealing. Looking down, he realized the awful truth. Those are mine.

Stunned, dazed and confused, Bobby stumbled out of the bathroom, numbly heading in the direction of the incessantly ringing telephone. He could only hope answering it would wake him up out of this nightmare.
*****

You are having waaayyyyyyy too much fun with this!!!

Jill

Oh, please do go on...

WOW!!!!!!


Great parts!!!!!

I can't wait to read more!!!!!

VERY SOON, please!!!!


Restie

Lizzy i think all that studying has gone to your head....you're in student melt down mode, aren't you? And having way too much fun!!!!

kav

OMG!!!!!! You poor thing, what happened? There must have been one too many tests. I mean it's not funny, but it is! Oh lord! (wipes tears of laugher from her face) Could have been worse. I mean Myles could have woken up in Howies' bodies or something! LOL Can not wait to see how you get them out of this one.

Ahem. It has been established: Lizzy is most definitely having waaay too much fun with this. But, as long as you all are having fun too, it's all good!! We can all be semi-loonies together!


“Bobby?”

“What the heck is going on?!” He bellowed.

“How should I know! All I did was wake up in your body!” Tara retorted, her voice thick with sarcasm. “And you are seriously starting to freak me out, here. I sound like I’m talking to myself!”

“Well, you are… sort of. And don’t forget I’m going through the same torment here, too.” Bobby groaned. “You think I like this any better than you do?!”

“This is waay too Disney movie-ish,” Tara grumbled.

“So, what do you propose we do?”

“Where are your keys?”

“Excuse me?”

“Where did you put your keys last night?”

“The coffee table. But if you wreck my car, I swear…”

“Bobby, I’m not going to wreck your car. Give me half an hour and I’ll be there to pick you… me… whatever you are up.” The conversation ended with a click.

Bobby hung up the phone. Now, what is Tara going to wear today? He headed off into the bedroom to figure that out, shaking his head at the ridiculouslessness of this impossibility.
*****


Exactly twenty-seven minutes later, Bobby raced to the front door at the sound of Tara’s knocking. He opened it quickly, stopping as soon as he saw her.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this,” he mumbled, hardly able to look at himself—well, the other himself.

“I always wondered what it’d be like to have an out-of-body experience… just never like this. And by the way, I am so not wearing that in to the office.” She pushed past Bobby, easily knocking his petite frame into the door, not realizing her own strength.

“Hold it.” He grabbed her arm, gently turning her back around to face him. “What’s wrong with the outfit?”

“Bobby, you can’t really expect me to wear a dress to work! Especially that one!”

“What’s the problem? You look great in it!”

Tara blushed. “Thanks.”

“You’re very welcome.” He grinned.

“But that still doesn’t get you off the hook.”

“Do keep in mind that I’ve never dressed a woman before. I’m new at this!”

“Fine then, I’ll help you.” She headed back towards the bedroom, stopping suddenly. She whirled back around. “Oh gosh. That means… that means you saw me in my—”

“Nightdress?” Bobby asked shamelessly, a cheeky grin on his face. “Undergarments?”

Tara groaned. “You’re hopeless.” She headed over to the dresser, opening drawers and compiling a stack of suitable clothing for the office. “I think I’m going insane. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear I was hitting on myself,” she grumbled as she worked.

“Hitting on you?” He echoed, overhearing. “Nonsense. I was just complimenting you on your taste in apparel. I noticed the lace matched your pillows… some sort of pink?”

“Stop. Just stop!” She stormed into the living room, throwing the clothing she held onto the bed. “And change your clothes!” she yelled back to him. Sinking down into the sofa, she shut her eyes tight and willed all of this to be over. A few minutes later, she opened her eyes, groaning when she again saw huge feet resting on the coffee table.

You know, they were never huge until I had to walk on them! she silently exclaimed.

She was startled by the phone ringing. “Hello?” she answered.

“Bobby? What are you doing at Tara’s?” Lucy’s voice answered.

Tara sat bolt upright. Covering the bottom half of phone with her hand, she yelled, “Bobby!”

“What is it?” he asked, coming back into the living room, dressed in suitable work clothes.

“It’s Lucy. She wants to talk to Tara.” She handed him the phone, a worried look in her eyes.

“Hello?”

“Tara, what is going on? You’re late for work and Bobby’s over at your place?” Her voice dropped to a surreptitious whisper. “This is not going to look good. I mean, after all, you… Bobby… together—”

“Exactly what are you implying?” Bobby retorted, harsher than the real Tara ever would have.

“Whoa, girl. I was just being honest. So really, what’s going on?”

“Uh…” he stammered, looking to his double for assistance. “Well…”

“My car broke down,” Tara whispered eagerly.

“Yeah, my car broke down,” Bobby said into the phone. “So, I called Bobby and asked him if he could pick me up.”

“That’s a bit surprising,” Lucy admitted.

“What, about the car?”

“No, about Bobby. You two were at each other’s throats yesterday.”

“Actually… about that…”

Tara grabbed the phone from Bobby. “Well, she figured that since she was running late, and I’m the only one who’s consistently late every day, I’d be the only one on his way to the office. It was a matter of convenience.” She smirked at him.

“Okay…” Lucy answered hesitantly.

Bobby grabbed the phone back from Tara. “Anyways, why’d you call?”

“Jack asked me to see why the two of you were so late. I called Bobby first but he wasn’t home, so I just assumed he was on his way in. You’d better get in fast. We’ve got a new case.”

“Right on. We’ll see you in a few.” He hung up the phone.

“‘Right on?’ Since when do I say ‘right on’?” Tara demanded. “She’s sure to suspect something!”

“Tara, I doubt she even noticed.”

“Look, as long as this freaky… thing is going on, you can’t just look like me. You’ve got to sound like me. Got it?”

“Alright, alright. Geesh, you’re pretty scary when you get all riled up. Cute, but scary.”

Tara glared at him. “Excuse me?”

“Just blame it on the season, darlin’.”

How in the world can he call me cute when I’m in his body?! That self-important, over-confident, Aussie idiot!

With a flip of his hair, Bobby headed for the front door. “You know, I never realized how short you were. It’s strange, being such a midget,” he teased, grabbing Tara’s coat on the way out.

Tara ‘ughed’ as she grabbed Bobby’s jacket and followed him outside.
This is going to be the longest day of my life.
*****

Or the most interesting Tara

Or the most confusing....answering for each other.......Hey....Bobby at the computer! That'll be interesting! Does he even know how to turn it on?


Jill

ABSOLUTELY PERFECT!!!!!!!




I can't wait to read more about their day... maybe about "guys talk and girls talk during lunch time" - Tara and Bobby could learn more about opposite sex

And what about experince in ladies's and men's room (Don't be so rude, Restie!)

Can't wait for more!!!!!


Restie

Restie, you read my mind... well, to an extent. You'll just have to wait and find out!

I think it will pay to wait


Restie

OMG Lizzy! You have me in stitches!

*gasps for breath*

Oxygen!! Need oxy....

“Tara, how’s the car?” Jack asked her, as she followed Bobby into the bullpen.

“Well, we’re going to…” Tara began. Bobby thudded her in the shoulder. “Ow, what was that for?”

“He was asking me,” Bobby informed her.

She paused a second, then nodded. “Oh.”

“As he was saying, we’re going to call a tow truck after work and have it picked up,” Bobby clarified.

“Well, we’d better fill you in on the new case,” Jack continued. “Amelia Stalingo was reported missing this morning.”

“The model?” Tara asked.

Jack nodded.

“How long has she been gone?” Bobby questioned.

“Her agent realized she was missing two days ago when she didn’t show up for a 9:00 am photo shoot,” Jack explained. “We were notified this morning, when the search for her began.”

“However, she could have been missing for up to a week. She didn’t have any jobs for six days prior to the photo shoot,” Sue added. “During that time, she never checked in with her agent; she didn’t have a reason to.”

“The last person to see her was her older sister, Amanda Rhineheart, whom she had lunch with eight days ago. She said that Amelia seemed a bit edgy—didn’t want to talk about her boyfriend, which was normally quite common for the two. Other than that, though, she wasn’t any different than usual… seemingly, that is,” Myles interjected.

“So, why were we given this case?” Bobby asked. “She was a model—not our typical assignment.”

“Well, besides being the high profile case that it is, she was dating Senator McDuff’s son, Patrick.”

“So it could have been a political statement,” Tara surmised.

“It’s possible, but there were also rumors of drug usage, on her part,” D chimed in.

“Of course with recent headlines, every model who’s made it into the spotlight’s being targeted for drug-related rumors,” Lucy pointed out.

“Where do we go from here, then?” Bobby asked.

“Tara, Bobby, talk to the boyfriend and sister. D, you and Myles hit up the parents. Sue and I will talk to her agent and model buddies. Luce, dig up as much as you can on Amelia, from what gym she works out in to how she takes her coffee. Let’s go, people; the clock’s ticking.”
*****

Thanks for your patience, everybody! It's been quite a day. I ended up seeing Pride and Prejudice in theatres for the third time. Amazing movie! If it's still out in your area, you MUST go see it!!

Anyways, I got a lot of driving in today, too, which was exciting. I hadn't been out of my neighborhood area before since I only got my permit 8 days ago, and today, I went all the way out of town using the BIG streets... big difference for me, going from ~20 mph to ~45 mph. I loved it!! haha.

Well, I hope you're enjoying the story. More tomorrow!

Well, they seemed to get through that without too much trouble...although I think I'm having trouble remembering who is who!!!!


Interesting case.....high profile, eh? Should be good!

Jill

Can not wait to see how they go through their day(s) being the opposite sex. [I don't suppose you could give Bobby cramps or something?]

“When did you last see Amelia?” Tara asked Patrick McDuff.

The young man was pacing the room, understandably agitated. “Four days ago. We went out for breakfast at Finnegans.”

The two agents shared a look. “Four days ago? We were under the impression that her sister, Amanda, was the last to see her. That was eight days ago,” Bobby told him.

“I forgot.”

“How can you forget something like that?” Bobby continued.

“Can I ask you something?” Patrick inquired.

“Shoot,” Bobby answered.

“If the one person you cared about more than anything else in the world up and disappeared one day, would you be able to think clearly?”

Bobby cleared his throat uncomfortably. “There’s no way I can know that, Patrick. You can’t predict your reaction to something you’ve never experienced before.”

“Patrick,” Tara interjected, “if Amelia were to go somewhere by herself, maybe needing some time off, where do you think she would go?”

He shrugged. “The summer house in Nova Scotia… her flat in Paris… other than that I don’t know.”

“Is there anybody in particular that didn’t like Amelia—that could have hurt her?” Bobby asked.

Patrick scoffed. “Of course. She’s a world-famous model. Plenty of people hated her. Anybody from another model to an ugly little girl who wants to look that good.”

“Can you think of anybody specific who could have kidnapped her?” Bobby went on.

“No—unless you count my father.”

“Why him?” Tara asked, unmistakably surprised at the boy’s comment.

“He’s never liked her.”

“That’s certainly no reason to do this,” Tara remarked.

“Not in and of itself. Look, my mom was a model. She died of a drug overdose when she was twenty-three. I was two then, so I can’t remember her.” He stuck his hands in his pockets. “I think he sees me making the same mistake he made.”

“Patrick, did Amelia ever use any drugs?”

Tara’s question remained unanswered.

“Look, mate, we can come to our own conclusions from your silence, but they may be worse than the truth. We need you to answer the question,” Bobby prompted.

Tara discreetly poked him in the side when Patrick wasn’t looking. Mate? she mouthed. Realizing his blunder, he quickly signed “sorry” against his chest, then turned back to the young man before them, who was staring intently at the floor.

“She started last fall.”

“The drugs?” Tara double checked.

Patrick nodded. “She’d never done them before, honest. It’s just… she met these other models who’d been in the business a really long time. She just got caught up in it all—the drugs, the sex, everything that could ruin her. I was going to break it off with her before she went missing, but now, I don’t know what to do.”

“Right now, I’m afraid what matters most is getting Amelia home safe,” Bobby commented.

Patrick nodded.

“Thank you for your time, Mr. McDuff. We’ll be in touch.”
*****

I am just loving this story. I never would have thought of using the storyline from Freaky Friday. Although I must admit I wish they wouldn't fight so much. But none the less it is a great story. Keep it coming.
Piper

Feel kind of sad for Patrick.

I think I've seriously injured something. And oh my gosh that was my first thought several posts ago them um...dressing and um...seeing...um...you know...it would be well um yeah!

kav

Wow, Lizzy, quite the twist you've twisted into this story!!! Don't know how you fit in all this writing in between exams, driving and everything else, but I'm glad that you have! What an awkward and...revealing situation you've put Tara and Bobby in! They're sure going to learn a lot about one another by the time this is over...

Great job, Lizzy.

She got into drugs, huh. Boy, I hope they find her soon.

Jill

You're a trip!

Absolutely hilarious developments! This is fantastic, Lizzy and I can't wait for more.

Sairs

OK, I just got caught up with your story and OH MY GOODNESS...it's hysterical! How on earth are they going to get back into their own bodies? And the journey they are going to take into each other's lives and minds should be interesting until it does happen!

Bobby hung up Tara’s phone. “Jack said Amelia’s Paris flat and summer home have already been checked out. No sign of her.”

Tara nodded, barely acknowledging his words. She continued walking towards the car, chewing slightly on her bottom lip.

“Something wrong?” he asked, concerned. He looked up at his companion… understandably not yet accustomed to looking up at anyone.

She nodded, a strange sound escaping her now pursed lips. It appeared as though Tara was holding her breath.

“What is it, then?”

Tara burst out into laughter, deep and rumbling. Her tall frame shook as she giggled. “I just—I just can’t get used to you—me—this! It’s so ridiculous!” she exclaimed between waves of laughter. She finally regained her composure. “This is so… well, impossible. At least I thought it was. And… I feel like me, but I look at you and see myself, and I start wondering where you, Bobby, went.” She threw her hands up in the air. “It’s just plain bizarre!”

Bobby chuckled. “You can say that again.”

“I mean, it’s like I’m—well, we’re trapped in a B-grade, made for TV movie, you know? Something weird, like ‘Invasion of the Body Snatchers’.”

“Except I, I mean you, actually have a personality… and good looks, if I do say so myself.” He winked.

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Oh, but I’m not. I believe I was flattering you, Miss Bobby Manning.” He grinned.

Tara rolled her eyes, batting very manly eyelashes as him. “Of course.” She cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders. “Now, I believe we have a case to be working on.”

“Right-o.”
*****

Uh huh...

The visuals of all of this are just so hysterical it just beyond commenting on.

kav

I'm so glad this has taken such a fun twist!

Keep it up!

Jill

Ha! Bit of a crazy twist, can't wait for whats up next.

*-gasps for breath-*

OMG ... I'm playing catch up, and it's just so funny



Actually it could also get very embarassing ... poor Tara and Bobby !

Great parts!!!! I think here will be more situations which will be funny!!!


I can't wait for more!!!


Restie

The pictures my mind is conjuring up.
thanks,
Terie

“Amanda Rhineheart?” Tara asked as the front door of a very large house opened before her.

“Yes?” Her straight blonde hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail, and she wore a pink sweater set with a knee-length, khaki skirt. She was the picture perfect socialite.

Bobby flipped open Tara’s badge, which he’s made sure he’d obtained that morning. “Agents Williams and Manning, FBI. We’d like to ask you a few questions.”

“Certainly. Come in.” She ushered them into the house, stealing a few covert glances in Tara’s direction.

They stopped in a spacious parlor. Amanda sat in an overstuffed recliner as Tara and Bobby sunk down into an overstuffed loveseat.

“Ms. Rhineheart, can you tell us about the last time you saw your sister?” Bobby asked.

“We’re both busy people, Amelia and I, she with her career, and I with my charity work. We always try to set aside two or three lunchtimes a month to get together. We met for lunch eight days ago at El Café Moreno. That was the last time I saw her.”

“Anything different than usual about your meeting?” Tara inquired.

Amanda watched Tara intently as she spoke. “The only thing different from usual was she didn’t want to talk about Patrick. Normally she’s bubbling with news from their little adventures. This last time, she barely said a word about him. Other than that, she seemed alright… maybe a little quieter than I’m used to her being.”

“Ms. Rhineheart, we have reason to believe that Patrick was planning to end his relationship with Amelia. Any thoughts about that?” Bobby questioned.

“I suppose that could explain her hesitancy to talk about him.” She lowered her voice, almost as if she were sharing a secret. “I do know, though, that she has recently turned to the rather unfortunate side of fame.”

“Which would be…” Tara helped her.

“Drugs.”

“How sure are you of this? We can’t just go off of hearsay,” Bobby remarked.

“Are you questioning my word?”

“Of course not.”

“Good. And even if you were, I have proof.” She stood, turning to a bookshelf behind her. She pulled out a thick book on Chemistry, then picked out a few photographs from between the pages.

“Here.” She handed Tara the photos. “I may not approve of Amelia’s profession, but I do love her. I hired a private eye to check up on her. He took these last week.”

The two agents studied the pictures. “This is all the proof we need. Thank you, Ms. Rhineheart,” Tara thanked the woman.

“You’re very welcome.” She studied Tara appreciatively, taking in Bobby’s muscular physique, an attribute very much appreciated by women.

“We’ll contact you if we need any more assistance,” Bobby added.

Amanda nodded. “Of course.”
*****

Tara's physique.....I mean Bobby's ...I mean.......

How do you ever keep it straight???


Jill

Thats just got to make you feel weird!

haha, very carefully.

ain't that the truth!