Stacy knew where her body was when the swapped happened, and immediately blasted towards it. She almost tripped intermittedly due to not being used to her sense of balance and body structure, but Dan's body was surprisingly not bad at running. She was still not breathing very hard after a few blocks unlike you, who was running behind her and already taking deeper breaths.
Stacy knew she was just over a mile away from their house, and clutched the bowl in both of her hands in desperation.
Before even reaching a mile after around 6 minutes, she found her body looking around confused trying to make its way back in the direction of their home.
Her body seemed upset and confused. Dan clutched his slender, girly left arm with his much smaller right hand. He awkwardly jutted out his female upper right arm in order to avoid his amply filled black sports bra.
Stacy reached her body and grabbed its shoulders. "Holy shit. We really did switch bodies. Fuck..." She stared at her own face for a second. It gave off such a meek look right now. Does she always look like that?
Dan looked back, embarrassed at his own look, embarrassed at the situation, embarrassed being in a girl's body and even talking to girl. "What happened?" he stuttered. "You said we switched bodies, yes? How do we change back?"
You caught up to them, panting, and drenched with sweat. "Give--" You huffed, "Give me back the bowl, Stacy!"
Stacy, after being interrupted by you easily shoved you over with her new male strength. "Fuck off, John! I'm not giving you shit until I get my body back." She said as she flicks through her hair by habit, but find sweaty, tangled black hair stopping her from going through. She gets distracted and attempts to pick apart the knot quickly.
Dan, in Stacy's body, pressed his fingers against Stacy's former temples. Even the little things were so distracting. The sway of his acquired feminine hips. How his nose was "shorter" now and he could see more from the right with his left eye and vice versa. How his new breasts heaved ever so slightly with meager breaths. How seeing his own admittedly "homebody" style on his original body right in front of him: unshaven, dirty clothes, and unbrushed, long hair-- made him cradle his current cute, freckled face in sheer, overpowering embarrassment. It's not his fault that he didn't expect to speak to anyone today! And now not only is he talking to his neighbors, but one is literally in his body. They probably think he's gross.
"Hey, why are you feeling up my face?" Stacy accused.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to!" Dan spontaneously drops his hands in an awkward akimbo, accidently brushing both of his B-cups on the way down. "Oh crap, oh crap, I'm so sorry!"
A giggle from Stacy interrupted the uncomfortable, subsequent pause between them. "You're not as creepy as I thought for some guy named 'Da Kreepo'" she blurted.
'Oh shit, she said it right to his face!' You thought. You considered trying to nab the bowl from Stacy right that moment while she appeared distracted, but chose not to considering both of the bodies in front of you, regardless of the inhabitants, were far better runners than you. Perhaps if you swapped into one of them, you could lord that advantage over them, yourself.
"Da Kreepo?" Dan slipped out with his sweet, young, high-pitched voice. He shook his head. He gave a concerned look at you, and then met eyes with Stacy again. "I'm a bit confused on the situation here, and normally I don't condone someone initiating violence," He bit his borrowed pink, plump lip. "But clearly there's a conflict-- and it's over you and me, Stacy?" He said pointing his delicate finger.
Stacy did a doubletake at him knowing her name She scratched her sudden sideburns. "I don't completely understand myself, but somehow my brother got his hands on soul-swapping bowl from our attic and tricked me into drinking it."
"Did not!" You cried. "You drank it without even asking in order to prove me wrong! Then you such an ass about it I decided to teach you a little lesson."
"I've seen enough movies to assume that when I drank it, the bowl met the conditions to swap our bodies? Can we swap back?
They both looked at you suspiciously.
"O-of course you swap back," You stammered. "Look I just wanted to pull a little prank, okay? And hell, I barely even thought this thing worked so I only wanted to test the thing out!"
Dan put his hands on hip in disappointment, but quickly went back to awkward spreading out his female arms out from his body. "John, this is an amazing piece of technology. It's a sci-fi nerd's dream come true. Despite that, did you even think about asking for our consent?"
"Yeah, you little fucker," she aggressively waved her toned, male arms at you. "I was in the middle of running. FAST. And you knew that!"
Dan cleared his throat. "And, unfortunately, I fell right as I swapped into your body, Stacy." he interjected, gesturing towards his now injured knees. One was just a scrape, but the other peeled off a decent slice of skin. Stacy practically growled through her baritone throat, a noise she's certainly never made before. She hadn't noticed earlier because she had been too distracted with her own face and the situation.
"B-b-but you were the one who agreed to swap in the first place, Stacy. You drank it! You!" You pointed.
"I drank and dared you to drink it, because that's what you were asking for!" Stacy shouted back. "I didn't want to be--THIS" she gestured down. "No offense, dude."
"None taken."
"This is pathetic, John," She continued. "You're making excuses again. You always do this to get people to like you. You're such a bitch!"
"You're the bitch!! This was supposed to be fun! You guys are just yelling at me! I was right, and you were wrong! The paranormal does exist, and you were wrong, wrong, wrong!" You panicked.
"John," your sisters eyes looks sternly at you, reminding you of your Mom. "You and your sister have a lot to talk about, clearly," Dan said, pushing up his phantom glasses before crossing his arms. He was so focused that he didn't notice this time that his arms were pressed against his tight sports bra. "Not swapping yourself with your sister could constitute as fraud, ethically speaking. Furthermore, telling me it was just plain carbonated water is also a clear case of fraud."
"What?" You were confused at the Kreep's weird nard speak.
"My point is your experimentation which could have easily been consensual was not. Meaning it was aggression. Stacy's leg stings like heck now because of you."
Stacy tried to hide a little snort she made at Dan saying the word 'heck' like that, from her own body no less.
"I believe the ethical solution to someone's rights being violated is inherently reparational. So what exactly will you do to make up for the harm you caused us? Especially the harm you've caused your sister? John, you haven't even apologized." he asked.
You looked at your sister's knees. Those scrapes looked nasty. Blood was trickling down to her short socks.
"s-sorry," You let out.
'A little too late now...' Stacy thought. Stacy can't believe how immature you've been. Are you sure you're older?
"I-- forgive you, John. But I think I'm gonna hold onto this bowl for a little while." Stacy looked to her side, feeling a tinge of guilty.
"Stacy, please give it back. Please," You begged. "This is the first time I have hard evidence of the paranormal. I need it. Please."
"I think that's a completely fair reparation. Acquisition of tool used to cause the aggression in the first place," Dan stroked his thinner chin. "That works great!"
"Stay out of this!" You barked.
"No, he's right," Stacy shook her head with her greasy, untied, black hair. "I know how obsessed you are with with this occult shit. You're going to use it on people, and do whatever sick thing they want with this bowl just to make them acknowledge you. Just for them to like you and to prove you were right."
"No, you're wrong," You defended yourself. "I wanted to limit it only to family and friends!"
"You already got some random guy involved!" She looked at Dan. "I'm cool with letting you use the bowl, John. I don't want you to hate me. But until you learn some self-control with your dream coming true and all, I can't say I'll let you hold it again 'til then."
You started crying.
"Go home, John," Stacy said clutching the bowl. "Go ahead of us. It'll take us a while to get back with my legs that," she said pointing to her old body.
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