Your became quickly disorientated as your head rolled away from your body and through some bushes, scatching your face a little in the process. Just then you came to a standstill when you hit someone's shoe. Luckily you were the right way up and this gave you a perfect view up a girl's skirt. The girl whose foot you had rolled into it was Gillian Harris, a cheerleader from school. "Like... what the hell?" Gillian said, looking down. "Stop looking up my skirt you creep!" she said to you nudging your head a little with her foot.
Being unable to move, you were restricted in what you could do. You didn't even avert your eyes. This was when Gillian sighed and did something you didn't expect her to do. "Fine, you like looking up my skirt so much, why don't you wear it!" she said, as your own headless body walked up, now moving on its own, and with Sarah's equally headless body following. Gillian quickly reached up to her own head and pulled it off... before attaching it to your girlfriend's shapelier body. "Oh my gosh! Like... I have always wanted big boobs, this is awesome!" she squealed, grabbing Sarah's former breasts.
Gillian then looked down and scowled at you before lifting your head up off the floor and placing it on her headless body. "There! Enjoy you creep!" she said, before turning on Sarah's heels and walking off.
"Holy crap!" you said, looking down at your cheerleader's outfit and sneakers while feeling your boobs. It was that you heard Sarah's voice protesting about something. You looked up and saw your own headless body picking Sarah's head out of the bushes nearby. Your body then attached Sarah's head to itself, making her whole again... just with a male body... yours.
"What the hell happened? Whose body is that? And more importantly... WHERE'S MY BODY?" she yelled. She was briefly distracted by the erection forming in her pants. She had to admit it wasn't a particularly repulsive experience getting her first hard on.
"I don't know, its some cheerleader's body, she went that way!" you shrugged, taking your hands off your breasts and pointing in a direction with one of your manicured fingers. "Come on, I don't want to be stuck as a random chick!" you grumbled.
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