You think about Emily. Emily is a nice girl even if she doesn't look and act like a girl should. When you were her age you were all about your looks and popularity. Emily isn't like that. She's shorter than you, though a bit chubby. She usually keeps her dyed red hair short around neck length. Her clothes are tomboyish; usually baggy jeans with a shirt or a vest like that. She's not interested in her looks and more into video games and what did Jake call it again sci-fi and fantasy figures? She's a bit odd, but so are many teenagers. It wouldn't be that bad to switch with Emily right?
I wish I would swap with Emily. You think and with that your vision fades away for a second before it appears again. Although...This is not your room. And your body feels slightly odd. You are standing in front of a window showing off a mill. That mill was on the south side, so did that mean?
Looking down your heart starts pounding faster as your body is different. Your skin is pale as if you haven't spend any time in the sun, your smaller breasts are hanging in a white cheap bra. Feeling your stomach you find it is larger than before, though the stretch marks are gone. Not to mention your thighs are thicker, looking like tree trunks.
"OMG, I have turned into Emily." You say out loud hearing the rasping voice of Emily talking. Taking a step closer to the mirror on the wall you see it's true. Your reflection shows Emily standing there in her underwear holding the stone.
The stone, it really worked. OMG, OMG, what now? What now? You ponder.
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