Leaning on the door jam outside the room you shiver, that odd sensation seeming to crawl up and down your spine. Pulling your shoulder blades back seems to help a bit, but it's really odd. It's like there is a... liquid, or something inside and when you twitch muscles near it it flows away to make something else itch. Stretching and twisting you finally feel something connect. Like a... a bloom? It's just...
Suddenly your bones creak, you ache all over and... stretch? Not with your arms or back, but streeeeetch! You can feel the bones in your spine shifting!
"Eeaaarggh!" you grunt as your clothes are suddenly tighter and looser at the same time. Your skirt is waaay too tight, but your blouse is loose, but also not long enough any more? That flowing feeling is making your skin feel funky everywhere. It's like pins and needles and... you wave your hand and it feels, wrong somehow. For a moment you could swear your hand is lower on your forearm than it should be... then something snaps inside you... and it's right again.. wait, is it? Blinking you try to make it out. Your vision is a little blurry, but isn't your hand bigger now? Wider fingers, bigger hand over all.
You shiver again and...
"What the fuck?" You whisper to yourself, barely managing to avoid shouting it.
You felt your skirt stroke against you between your legs but... it didn't feel right! Glancing down you see... Oh god! To hell with what you're feeling between your legs, your breasts have gone!
You panic and dart back into John's room and the mirror on the door... and get one hell of a shock.
You ARE John! OK, John dressed in your clothes (and almost splitting your skirt's waist band!), but definitely John: Broad shouldered, toned abs (way too much weight lifting in your opinion), well muscled legs and... you reach between your legs. Yup... that was what you had felt earlier.
"Oh hell!" you mutter feeling it start to swell. No wonder boys can never keep their hands to themselves if they get aroused at the drop of a hat like this!
"Kelsey?" Comes Sara's voice from downstairs. Uh oh! You waited too long. Sara is done with the laundry!
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