I could not believe I was in the wrong body-again! Apparently, this freaky phenomenon of stepping into someone else's life-and their body!-has a name: Temp Lifer. And when my dead grandmother heaped on the praise for a job well done last time, I sort of let it happen again. (Grrr, thanks Grammy.)
So now I'm hungover and gazing in the mirror at . . . my boyfriend's sister. Sharayah's long legs: plus. College-age: plus. The thought of kissing my boyfriend while occupying his sister's body: BIG minus. But the worst part is Sharayah's messy life, which includes an obvious drinking problem and a psycho stalker. Grammy, help!