Your face marked with some acne and a little big of freckling on the nose reflects the dull blow glow beaming off the computer monitor as your hazel eyes scan along the antiquated site with a nervous tingle running in your petite chest under the baggy Adibas T-shirt, always enamored by the concept of hopping and the concept alone of creeping into another perspective if not the outright ability to access to the great unknown like the lives of the different tenants in your mothers apartment complex, or just a day beyond the boring ritual of getting up at 7:00 in the morning for class and grinding away till 3:30 only to be buried in homework leaving little time to really goof around...or that would be the case if you didnt ditch some assignments to game with Tony or Jack. But something flared up in you when your email was pinged with a spam link to a site promising to hold such ab ability, a hopper spell, or well on the old 90's era website the spell is called something goofy like, "Wondrous Skin hopper of yore!" you mouth off, feeling the weight of it's awkwardness when it plainly explains to you that it's a spell of hopping bodies.
Explaining the process as being simple, just draw the sigil, which you are doing with a pen and some sticky notes which seems to just be a circle with shading around the inside and a weird squiggly set of characters to imbue the papers with it's power, and simply slap it on a host to climb into...but that's all there is to it, no mention of magic words or incantations just...sticky notes and a crudely drawn partially shaded holes with squigly characters and spirals around the edges that you've jotted down. Looking over the ten notes you made, well 6 with 4 of them being kind of botched, you mumble to yourself, "This is kind of dumb huh, but, but what if it does work?" you say, your short brunette hair with a bad case of bed head fluttering from the ceiling fan as you can hear your mom thumping around the apartment along with the chatter of Dona and Jane bickering with each other in the hallway restroom while Emerald is probably still sleeping in her room and the lack of loud music penetrating the walls means Skylar might be at work or also knocked out.
Your eyes having bags under them after being fixated on the site and pondering if you should even humor this at all as you look at the clock and see the digital red numbers flashing 6:20AM which draws out a pained groaned from your throat, "Gaaaaah fuck I spent all night on thi-got to get ready for school..." you grumble, but your chest still flutters looking back to the notes then the page seeing only simple stick figure diagrams of one slapping the label on the back of another and climbing into the hole before seeing the bottom notes [WARNING SPELLS EFFECTIVENESS RANGES FROM A SINGLE MINUTE TO A FULL 24 HOURS DEPENDING ON HOST STRENGTH AND MENTAL WILL, SIGNS OF IMMINENT REJECTIONS SKIN BULGING, SENSE OF FATIGUE AND DIZZYNESS, VOICE CRACKLING] and before you can read further your door opens as your mother pokes her head in, "OH JESUS!"
"OOOh? oh sweetie bear you're awake for school early for once!" your mother smirks with surprise as you cover up your notes in panic, her hazel eyes looking over you with a little bit of concern, her shoulder length brunette hair having a little bit of greying as her soft round face forms a sweet smile to match the cozy plunged collar sweater hugging her freckled cleavaged breast press up into the door, giving you a peak of her soft chubby belly as her chunky plump hips hug her mom jeans tightly, "OH MY have you...have you been up playing your silly games again sweetie, you know that a lack of sleep will give you a heart attack!" She says, being the ever doting worry wort, and also paining you with her general reminder of your raid night days of no lifing hours n destiny 2 and waltzing to class with zero sleep and zero attention span.
"M-Mom no I just woke up, im checking out steam stuff I swear!" you say to her, not really alt tabbing out of the web page, doing so would just arouse more suspicion while you look over your mother...she definitely wasnt a super model but she was cute and plush enough to unintentionally fluster your friends with her big chunky wide butt bulging out in her jeans with a hint of panty line, or how her breasts sag in her bra comfortably reminder you of the shoulder punching between you and Tony when he woouldnt stop trying to guess her damn bra size between E or G, normally being casual while she checks up on the tenements of the apartment block your family owns."
"Daxy, i would sooner believe you would voluntary clean your room first before believing you werent gaming all night! Just look at your eyes hun they're going to roll out of your skull with how red they're!" she says, her tone friendly but you can feel she is annoyed as her smile is betrayed by the furrow of her brow as she slowly closes the door. "Well, since your up, you can tidy your room up a bit and get ready so I can drop you off at school ok-Emerold you better not sleep in all dang day Missy!" you hear her shout down the hall as she closes the door, leaving you be with then notes while your heart thuds on what to do.
"I...man moms butt is big... DONT wanna go to school though it's just going to be boring, unless this stuff does work and I just didnt dweeb and nerd over freakin magic." you grumble, running your fingers along the sticky notes while biting down on your lower lips, feeling your dick twitch under your plaid pajama bottoms over the thought of slipping into someone else...fat knockers hanging off your chest and masquerading. "....Fuck it l-like ive done cringier stuff I think? I will use this on!" you exclaim to yourself
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