Hey!
I was planning on writing up a fanfiction, but in the middle of planning, I realized that if I had boy A (let's call him Tyson) and Girl A (she can be Maya), wouldn't it get confusing for the readers?
Is there an effective way to say:
"Maya stood dumbfounded"
(Something along those lines)
Even when it's actually referring to Tyson? (Because they switched bodies.)
Or something like:
"He could only gape in shock"
Even when it's referring to Maya?
Or is there just no way around this?
Typing reminders at the beginning of every chapter that they are in switched bodies, is that the only solution to this problem?
Much opinions and suggestions needed!
Please and thank you!
P.S : Maya and Tyson are the names that I'm planning on naming my children.
And have a look at my turn-back-the-clock, -post-apocalyptic bleach fan fiction: To Turn Back Time ~ Maya Y. on fanfiction net!
Summary: With the tendrils of blood lapping at her once clean skin; with the countless numbers of souls that she had ripped apart with her bare hands, she was past worrying about human lives now. Death did that to you, and she thought she could cope. She was wrong.
I was planning on writing up a fanfiction, but in the middle of planning, I realized that if I had boy A (let's call him Tyson) and Girl A (she can be Maya), wouldn't it get confusing for the readers?
Is there an effective way to say:
"Maya stood dumbfounded"
(Something along those lines)
Even when it's actually referring to Tyson? (Because they switched bodies.)
Or something like:
"He could only gape in shock"
Even when it's referring to Maya?
Or is there just no way around this?
Typing reminders at the beginning of every chapter that they are in switched bodies, is that the only solution to this problem?
Much opinions and suggestions needed!
Please and thank you!
P.S : Maya and Tyson are the names that I'm planning on naming my children.
And have a look at my turn-back-the-clock, -post-apocalyptic bleach fan fiction: To Turn Back Time ~ Maya Y. on fanfiction net!
Summary: With the tendrils of blood lapping at her once clean skin; with the countless numbers of souls that she had ripped apart with her bare hands, she was past worrying about human lives now. Death did that to you, and she thought she could cope. She was wrong.