Bunnykisser

Better safe than sorry, I always say, so I casually lean against the wall where I can see the bunny cage and watch to see if anyone else comes by and kisses the bunny. I guess the safest action would be not to kiss the bunny, but the idea of planting a big wet smooch on the furry white rabbit seems almost irresistible to me for some unexplainable reason. It doesn't take long for someone else to find the cage and kiss the rabbit. In fact, almost immediately, a man in a business suit walks by the cage, says, "Hey! A bunny," picks up the rabbit, and kisses it. After about a second, he pulls the bunny away from his lips, returns it to its home, then walks away, grinning.

Well, nothing unusual seemed to happen. I go over to the cage, pick the rabbit up, and give it a smooch. Then it occurs to me in the middle of the kiss: Who the hell kisses rabbits?! Well, me evidently. And that guy who just walked off. Thinking about how stupid I must look, I pull my lips away and shake my head. Then I notice I'm not holding the bunny anymore, I am the bunny. And I'm staring straight into "my own" face.

1. The creature in my body looks just as shocked as I feel
2. The creature in my body grins evilly, and then returns me to the cage. "Everything's going according to plan," he says.

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