Satan and the Schoolgirl

Chapter One:

**First POV**

Gerard slowly began running his hand down the front of his body, stopping just a she reached his groin. God, I loved it when he did that. I was standing in the third row, this was definitely the best concert I’ve ever been to. And plus, I was lucky enough to have gotten a backstage pass.

A slight storm was brewing, but it still wasn’t bad enough to have to cancel the show. The music powered through the soft rumbles coming from the sky.

As Gerard’s hand traveled down his body once more, I closed my eyes trying to imagine that it was my hand skimming across his body.

**Gerard’s POV**

As I ran my hand further, over my belt buckle, I let my eyes drift shut. The crowd loved it as part of the whole stage act routine, but really, I was imagining what it would be like to have a girl doing this to me. I missed having a girlfriend, doing this yourself could be so unsatisfying.

**Third POV**

Just as the last chord of the final song blew through the speakers, there was a crash of thunder. Rain began to pour and multiple flashes of lighting illuminated the evening sky. One flash in particular, split in two, heading straight for the stage and the third row.

**First POV**

My eyes shot open as I felt a sharp, piercing pain in the back of my head. I felt my legs give way as I began to fall to the ground. Before I went down, I glanced up at the band, Gerard was laying face down on the stage.

...BLACK...

When I started to wake up I could feel a cold, wet towel was draped across my forehead. I groaned loudly at the pain in my head. Wait a minute, that groan didn’t sound like it came from me. My voice seemed to be a lot lower than I remembered.

“Hey, he’s waking up!”

Hold on, ‘He’? I felt a hand on my leg.

“Gerard. Are you okay?” My eyelids fluttered open.

“What? Gerard?” I opened my eyes to see five familiar faces crowded over me. Mikey, Frank, Bob, Ray and Brian. “Why are you calling me Gerard?” I asked, hoping for some kind of an explanation.

“Aw man! Do you think he has amnesia or something?” Mikey asked.

“Of course I don’t have amnesia. Although, I do think I may be having a fucked up dream right now. And stop calling me a ‘he’! I’m a girl!” They all began to laugh at that. “What is so goddamn funny?!” More chuckles.

“Get him a new towel. He’ll snap out of it.” Came Brian’s voice as he walked away still slightly laughing. I really didn’t see what was so funny. Then I looked down at myself. Holy Crap!

**Gerard’s POV**

“Fuck, what the hell.” I thought out loud to myself. I was no longer on stage, now I was in the pit. I don’t know how I got there. I didn’t stage dive. I don’t think I fell of the stage. Well, whatever happened still doesn’t explain why the fuck I had a girl’s body. I wandered around the dispersing crowd. I looked down and clutched the backstage pass that hung around ‘my’ neck. It was my only hope at finding out what the hell happened to me.

Raindrops fell into my face as rain continued to pour, drenching me, and soaking my clothes, causing them to cling to my skin. Well, I guess there was one good thing about my clothes being wet. I looked back down at myself. It appeared that I hadn’t worn a bra today. I definitely did like this body. Just not being in it. Wait, that’s an interesting play on words, I take it back. I would enjoy being in this body. Aaggh! Stop fantasizing! I’ve got to get backstage.

**First POV**

I went into the small bathroom attached to the dressing room. I looked at ‘my’ face in the mirror. This is crazy! I thought. I wet my face with cold water. I would have taken a cold shower, but I wasn’t sure I was quite ready for that. Not yet anyways.

**Gerard’s POV**

I showed my pass to Worm and he ‘directed’ me to the back stage dressing rooms. All the guys were supposed to be signing stuff for the fans right about now so I was told to wait on the couch in the dressing room.

Sitting alone was awkward. I headed to the connecting bathroom, eager to have a look in the mirror. When I reached the door, I extended a hand to the knob, but retracted as it began to turn.

**Both POV**

As the door opened, I came face to face with myself.

“Aaahh!”

**First POV**

I quickly slammed the door shut again.

“What the fuck?!” I heard a voice, seeming to be mine, exclaim from the other side. I locked the door and stepped away.

“Who are you and what the hell is going on?” I asked through the door, slightly panicked.

“I’m Gerard, or, at least, I was a while ago.” I heard my voice say.

“What do you mean, you were a while ago?” I asked.

“Well, the last thing I remember was, I was on stage, I heard a clap of thunder and there was this blinding flash. I felt like someone had hit me in the back of my head with a baseball bat. Or maybe Frank clipped me with his guitar, damn it I tell that little midget all the time to be careful. Anyways, after that there was nothing, everything just went black. The next thing I knew, I woke up and I was in the third row of the pit.”

I took a second to look at my face in the mirror once more. There was no denying it. I had Gerard Way’s body. And apparently, he had mine.

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A/N: Oooh...First chapters are always the best aren’t they? Have I got you hooked yet? You all gotta tell me this stuff or I won’t know how well I’m doing, or if I completely suck. ;)

~LilyRose~