I tried to still my eyes.I tried to still my eyes. Hah! 'My' eyes. Not likely. I got them under control and looked to my left. I had a moment of panic. That was me! No... I tried desperately to get a grip. That was my body, but P'nyssa was in it. Not really. She was in the cranium of the body I looked out from, controlled the motions of. I looked down from where I sat and assessed the body I was now, effectively, in. It wasn't mine. It was P'nyssa's, as sexy as I had ever found it. Except that I looked out from it, down at the angles she saw every day. "'Ehn," I heard. I looked up at, well, me. Gods, is that my voice? "Nysh?" I managed to get out. Damn, her tongue was different from mine, and it was interfering with my ability to speak. Hers too. "K-ehn?" she said again, clicking the 'k' sound slowly. "Yeah?" I asked. "How do you theel?" I thought for a second and tried to shrug. I succeeded. "I'm okay." The sensation of her voice was different from mine; it felt... smaller, I guess. "Is this how you feel all the time?" I asked. "Uh-huh," she replied. I tried the arms. Oh, great. What is she going to do with my arms? I managed to get her tentacles to flop about, forcing them to obey. But in my thought processes, I was used to lever-elbow mechanisms. Her ten bent at the middle. I pulled the mitten in front of my eyes and opened it, closed it, opened it. I began to systematically learn the motion systems, as if I were in a new suit of armor. I tried stamping my feet. After a few minutes of this I decided it was time to stand. I rocked slowly and pushed myself up to a standing position, holding onto the couch for balance. Her tens are much weaker than my arms, I realized. A lot weaker than I had thought. She was watching me. "Don't get hurt," she said. "I'll try not to," I replied. I slowly picked my mitten off the couch, practicing the fine art of balancing. I had a few revelations as I stood there. |