Disoriented from the loud bass tones thrumming and vibrating off the granite bathroom countertop, you numbly reach for the paper towel dispenser. The young woman who you recognize as Linda, your next door neighbour, matches your movements. You stare back at her as she wipes off some leftover vomit still dangling to her silky, black hair. Her face looks a reddish flush... eyes are a beautiful green... cute little upturned nose... plump lips hanging open in confusion as she stares right back at you.
Then it finally clicks.
The girl in the mirror... that's you!
Before you can scream, another girl Linda's age bursts into the restroom. "There you are, Linda! We were looking everywhere for you! Yikes, you don't look so good." You steady yourself against her shoulder as you realize Linda is wearing a pair of impossibly high heels. Aside from being probably lights-out drunk, you were in no condition to walk wearing those stilts of hers.
"Huhhh? Where... where am I?" You groan, feeling the club music pounding against your pretty little head.
"Geez, did you really drink that much? Come on, we're waiting for you outside!" The girl said. She propped open the door and you staggered into a hallway lined with glitter and lit with flashy neon lights. You gripped onto a nearby handrail and staggered down the hallway, seeing blurs of other twenty-somethings pass you by. The girl from the bathroom saying something to you over the dance music. The lights opening up into a multicolored swirl as you can't seem to focus on any one thing. Walking out to what appeared like a large ballroom and being embraced by a clique of other slutty dressed girls who were laughing at something.
Then you almost fell over on this girl's damn heels and started to loosen your feet free of them, sitting down on a cushioney chair and feeling two alien jiggles on your chest. Then the lights started to mix again and the music boomed and the drinks were passed around on a tray but you've never drank before and not especially in front of these sexy looking girls. Girls who looked old enough to be Katrina's friends and go to the local university so yet how did you end up here again? And... and... why do you have these big boobs and this long hair covering your eyes? Wait. Where did that girl say you were again? The girls are all laughing and having so much fun and your face is numb and tingly and... and everything fades to black...
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What a strange dream, you think. Must have been something from dinner the night before. Thoughts blurry... you must have dreamed you were in a club or something. There were girls dancing around you, some guys came around and bought you all drinks, the music was so loud.
You open your eyes and squint. Oh God... your head. Your... everywhere. It feels like you fought against a rip tide, with ocean waves dragging you against the undertow and beneath the water repeatedly. Your head is swimming and the daylight pouring through the windows is very very bright. It is definitely morning again.
You're laying on a couch with your head propped up against a feathery pink pillow, underneath a warm blanket. You feel weakened and would have chalked it up to the dizzy feeling you think might be a hangover, but as you toss aside the blanket and raise yourself to a sitting position, you see the same astonishing sight as last night. The same large boobs pressed inside a form-fitting backless dress hugging your body down to the thighs. Pink nail polish coating the tips of your fingers and toes alike.
Guess it wasn't a dream. The dull ache in your feet serving as a real reminder of what... of who you've become. Somehow you got back to Linda's house from the bar from earlier.
"I've become that neighbor chick." You speak aloud, hearing Linda's airy female voice escape your lips. Sounding way different from the deep voice you've grown accustomed to. You press a hand to your neck and feel smoothness where your Adam's apple should be.
Speaking of feeling... you roam southward and squeeze your new boobs in each hand, moving underneath the bra and fondling them curiously while circling the tips of your new nipples with your fingers. An unexpected pleasant sensation as you pressed your palms up against them.
"This is too fricking strange!" You exclaim aloud. I need to get out of this dress into something more comfortable. Woozily standing up and brushing more dark hair out of your face. You realize you can really only manage a feminine mincing with the short strides allowed by this tight dress, hips pitching and ass wiggling at each step, feeling absolutely ridiculous as you trudge over to what appears to be her bedroom.
Stripping off the dress, you look in the mirror once again. The disheveled, frightened face of Linda Burns staring back at you. If you're in Linda's body right now, living her life... then where is she right now? Your heart skips a beat. Could she be in your body right now? Living your life?
You grab the closest pieces of clothing you can find, strewn on the floor next to the bed. A cotton sorority t-shirt that fits snugly over your new chest, and a pair of shorts that slide up your hairless legs and conform to the shape of your ass and hips. Linda possessing a very womanly figure indeed!
Gathering your bearings, you fill a glass of water in the kitchen and relieve your cotton-dry mouth. Despite being neighbours since she moved in and started attending university, you don't know much about her. Being a high school student, your social circles don't overlap with hers. Overhearing once that she is studying theatre and that your best friend Morgan Neeps has a crush on her, about as infatuated about her as you are with Melanie Trenton it seems like. But that's about it.
Who is Linda Burns? Nobody else is around, so you explore her house. Still feeling exhausted and hung over, you rummage through her refrigerator and settle on some leftovers before plopping on the couch and turning on the TV. Considering whether you should check her cell phone for the messages occasionally pinging on there, but seeing as they're not from anyone you recognize you let it go.
Several hours go by. You bite the bullet and grudgingly use Linda's toilet, missing how simple it is to 'point and aim'. Feeling thoroughly embarrassed at having to sit down but what else can you do now?
Soon enough it's evening again, and you're flicking through Linda's phone at pictures of her friends, the university campus, recognizing one or two girls from the club in those pictures. They sent Linda several texts today, wondering if she's OK and if she's feeling better and if she's gotten over somebody named Darren. Finally you decide to send a few messages back without too much substance, just enough to let them know you had fun and are taking it easy today. You politely turn down an invitation to go out partying again since it's Friday night.
Wait... Friday night?
You check the calendar and sure enough... it's Friday. But didn't you spend that day going to school and hanging out with your friends as you... Jacob Wermer? The sluggishness in your mind hasn't completely ebbed and you'd rather not worry over details like that. Not as important as finding out why you've become this girl and how to turn everything back to normal!
You fall asleep once again and sleep soundly for the rest of the night. Tomorrow.........
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