"You talk... like you're not Sharon inside, Brigid!" said Lori, sounding a bit frightened.
"Being molded into Brigid Murphy like jelly set in a mold is all that's keeping me together, Lori," her brogue now very prominent. "If I so much as think of myself as Sharon rather than Brigid, I'll just go to pieces like that Jim suit on the floor there!"
"How can you joke about that?" asked Lori, her voice uglier than usual.
"Not much left but dark humor, Lori," said Brigid. "Sharon's lost her boyfriend, Jim's lost his personality and had it replaced with yours, and I was so furious that I've just cut up what amounts to a fake Jim identity that could have come in handy for you, but I just couldn't stand anyone being a travesty of Jim that couldn't even get it on..."
"But I'm still Jim on the inside!" Lori almost howled.
"You're entirely a woman, Miss Ash," said Brigid. "There's some Jim left in you, probably all of Jim's memories. And once I can stand being Sharon again, Sharon can help you establish a new identity as your new self. Maybe we can get you into college or something, give you a new life, make sure you don't get in the way if you're a copy of another Lori Ash. Because Sharon still loves Jim... whatever's left of Jim."
"But, Sharon, I'm in here!" said the girl, tapping her chest above her breasts.
"Lori Ash is in there, Lori. With some Jim memories. And don't call me by her name," said Brigid. "Right now I wish I were really Brigid Murphy and Sharon was just a skinsuit I could wear to make money as a well-paid lady lawyer. I love this body, I love talking in this accent, I just don't like waitress pay. Now, how, exactly, did you make yourself into a real Lori and what was left of Jim into a skinsuit?"
"Brigid, you're not really going to do that to yourself, are you?" says Lori, but eventually she gives Brigid every detail of the machine that swaps body with skinsuit.
"The mall's still open for a few hours today," says Brigid. "I can become the real me, stow the Sharon skinsuit in her car, go shopping for something other than this waitress uniform! I can stop off at what was Jim's place and is now, I guess, yours, and get you some clothes to wear: I remember you bought a lot!"
Mon Aug 10 15:42:43 2009