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Chapter #5

The next morning... everything is different

    by: Ash Author IconMail Icon
Jake woke the next morning feeling a little sick. He wanted to complain to his mom and dad, but they didn't seem to be around. In fact, he didn't even seem to be in his own room. For some reason, he had fallen asleep on a couch somewhere -- it appeared to be someone else's room. He shrugged it off, heading down to the hotel's restaurant to find some breakfast and hoped to find his family as well.

He made his way to the restaurant and was a little surprised when the waitress sat him at his own table all by himself. It was like she was treating him like a grown-up. He didn't care. He was just hungry. He grabbed as much as he could from the buffet, and as he started to chow down, he heard a familiar voice.

"Honey, please settle down, and stop pretending." It was his mom.

"I'm not your 'honey.' I'm not your son at all, despite what I may look like. I am a grown woman, and you need to stop treating me like this." Jake recognized what sounded like his own voice.

"Yesterday it was spiderman, and today you claim to be a grown woman." His father sighed, "I preferred spiderman."

Jake decided he'd turn around. He was a little taken aback to see his own body. It was even weirder when he realized he was looking down at it. How had he gotten so tall? He saw his own body quickly grow furious.

"How did you do this to me, you brat?" He heard his own body ask, "And what did you do to me? You couldn't have even combed my hair or cleaned my smeared makeup off my face? Or change my clothes? I fell asleep in those after drinking way too much last night."

It was at this moment Jake suddenly became aware of his body. The long blonde hair, the red halter top half tucked into the black pencil skirt, the heels, and the large breasts.

"Whoa," Jake muttered under his breath.
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