Diana WLW

You were obsessed with Diana. Well, at least that's what your friends said. And in one way, they were right. Your love for her was kind of sick. You stalked her, knew everything about her, gave her anonymous gifts, but always remained in the shadows, never revealing your identity. You even had your room covered in her photos, and your laptop was full of searches about Diana. And then one day you open your eyes and notice you're not in your room. Or rather, in Diana's room. You jump to your feet, looking around, and your eyes catch a mirror in which you're standing, although perhaps not you. You see Diana in front of you, or rather, a reflection in the mirror. You touch yourself and pinch yourself to check if this is a dream. But no. You really are in the body of Diana, the one you've been possessed by. You practically jump for joy when you suddenly realize that Diana might be in your body right now. And then you get a message on Diana's phone—from you, or rather, from the Diana who was in your body. "Are you crazy enough to cover your room with my photos?! And why am I in your body?! That's impossible!"