This choice: Brooke and Mikayla... swap bodies? *checks notes* that can't be right... • Go Back... (chapter originally written by SpartacusDA  
Sunlight crept in through a crack in the curtains of a somewhat girly if nerdy bedroom. Dust motes glittered in the beam of light as it met the face of a young blonde at the edges of slumber, dragging her unwittingly into consciousness.
In another bedroom, one with more traditional aesthetics, large slatted blinds let light stream onto another female face. This one slightly older and with slightly darker hair.
Brooke blinked away at the unwelcome brightness and rolled over, kicking her feet off the side of the bed and sitting up. She felt better than she normally did first thing in the morning, and stretched her arms above her head with a pleasurable groan.
Mikayla on the other hand, still felt exhausted. She rolled on to her side, pulling up a floral Target comforter over her head to block out the light.
Brooke felt something was off. She was wearing a one piece bodysuit pajama outfit instead of one of her normal nightgowns. It was bright blue and covered with cartoon cheeseburgers.
"What the hell?"
An alarm buzzed near Mikayla's head and she swatted to shut it up. What was going on? She didn't even have an alarm clock...
Brooke's brain slowly tried to process the information her eyes were providing it. She was wearing pajamas like her sister wore. Her chunky legs were almost entirely bare, and she was showing a few inches of cleavage. But, her bare thighs weren't quite as thick as they should be, or at least, less thick than they'd been last night. And despite her rising weight since starting an office job, she'd *never* had cleavage like this. Not without some serious help from a bra she'd never wear to bed.
Mikayla's outstretched hand finally met the top of the alarm clock and put a stop to its blaring. She rolled back over, but was now so thrown off by the unfamiliar awakening that sleep eluded her. Pushing the covers down she sat up, feeling somewhat slower than usual.
Breaking her gaze from her body, Brooke looked around and saw a room decorated in video game and movie posters. This was not her bedroom.
Blinking sleep from her eyes, Mikayla wondered why the blankets covering her to the waist were prissy floral print instead of the Pokemon ones she was currently using. Scanning the room she saw a lot of bland Target decor where her posters should be. This was someone else's bedroom.
Brooke jumped up from the bed in confusion. She almost lost her balance and had to catch herself from falling forward. Something was off about her equilibrium, and she seemed to be moving faster, with more energy than normal. The erratic motion sent hair whipping around her face and onto her shoulder. Was her hair longer? And when had she dyed it blonde?
Mikayla attempted to jump out of the unfamiliar bed, finding her movement sluggish. She didn't remember drinking last night, but she seemed to be moving extra slowly. Rising to her feet she felt a little dizzy, with an unfamiliar weight pulling at her hips and trying to drag her back into a sitting position.
Brooke crossed the bedroom to a girly vanity table. A large mirror bordered with nerdy stickers and photos of her little sister's friends.
Mikayla's face looked back at her.
Mikayla saw that the room was en suite, and crossed to the bathroom. Behind a countertop covered in makeup and hygiene products with more than a few candles in lavender and sea salt, a mirror covered the entire wall.
Her fatass of a big sister gaped at her.
In two different rooms, two different sisters simultaneous exclaimed,
"What the fuck??"
Brooke's hands touched her face, fingers ran through her not-quite-curly blonde hair. Running her hands down her sides she marveled at the sensation. It was her body, but everything felt off. Bringing her hands back up she cupped her breasts. Was this Mikayla's body? When had her chest gotten so... full? Brooke had never had more than a decent handful, but she now had flesh to spare.
Mikayla fluffed at the brown hair covering her head. It barely reached her shoulders, and the sensation of it moving so freely was disconcerting. Tilting her head and prodding at her neck, she found a bit more flesh there than she was used to. Speaking of flesh, as her eyes ran down her reflection, Mikayla had some serious hips, not to mention a set of big chunky thighs. Mikayla patted her flanks and was mesmerized by the jiggling. Twisting her torso she saw that while her belly was definitely bloating out in front, she had more curve in her booty than she'd ever had. Grabbing a cheek in each hand, she was surprised at the elasticity. Was this Brooke's ass?
Looking back up to her face, Brooke realized she was grinning. She hadn't realized she was jealous of her sister's body until she found herself in it.
Meeting her eyes in the mirror, Mikayla scowled. Sure, it was nice to finally have a decent ass, but at what cost? That being said, it was nice to be a little taller.
Brooke and Mikayla left their respective bedrooms and met in the hallway at the same time. Talking over each other they said...
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