As was usual on a Wednesday morning, Wren was the first one to pull into the parking lot. She was naturally an early riser and liked to get in well before the supply truck's scheduled arrival time so that she could get all of the morning paperwork done beforehand.
It being 5 A.M. the lot was still dark, save for the shafts of light the tall lights were sending down and the pale yellow moon on the horizon.
Parking her SUV, she gathered up her purse and the latte she'd picked up at the gas station earlier and headed up to the front of the building. The big, Blue and white "PetZaar" logo shined down on her from above it.
Setting her purse and latte down, she pulled a cigarette out of a pack and proceeded to light it with a lighter she retrieved from her blue jeans pocket.
Sliding her lighter back in, she frowned as she looked down at the small belly protruding over her belt. Having always prided herself on her trim, svelt figure during her youth, she was NOT happy to see evidence of slight weight gain as she started to head towards the latter part of her 30s.
Fairy-tale chimes sounded from her smartphone, the tell-tale sign that she was receiving a text message. Bending down, she pulled the phone out and unlocked the screen whilst puffing away on her cigarette.
Seeing who it was from, she cursed out of the side of her mouth, cigarette bobbing. "Kyle? You little shit, so help me, if you're calling off..."
Opening the text, she read, "This is SO us." A link was attached to it. She tapped it, causing YouTube to open up and a video to play.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTTLqIBM...
As the video played, Wren scowled. What did a bunch of slutty cheerleaders stomping around in time with some stupid song have to do with them...with her? Prissy things...in those ridiculous white booty shorts...and those preposterously tall high heels! Hell, she'd almost broken her ankle just trying to walk around in 2-inch pumps at a friend's wedding reception a month or two ago.
Kyle was a weird kid. She was just about to close out the app, when she realized, that her hand wasn't moving. She furrowed her brow as she tried to do so again, only to remain there, completely still, watching the NBA dance team mincing about to the music.
As the short video came to an end, it immediately started over again. Again, she tried to force herself to close out the app, but none of the willpower she could marshal seemed up to the task of making her move! She kept watching the stupid video!!!
Her cigarette dropped out of her mouth. "W-what in the fuck am I doing...I...why can't I..." she whispered as her eyes focused on the tall, pretty black dancer to the far right of the high-heeled group. Her long, lovely, stomping legs. Her swaying hips in those tiny white shorts. Her firm taught belly. Her perky breasts bobbed within the sports bra top of her uniform with each boot stomp. Try as she might, Wren could not force herself to look away!
The video replayed 9 or 10 times. Wren's eyes fluttered as the image of the sexy little cadre of dancers continued to capture all of her attention. It was as if she were being hypnotized.
Amidst replay 11 or so, Wren's sense of self and awareness began to fade. A bright, diffuse, obscuring light gradually grew at the periphery of her vision grew brighter and brighter, overwhelming her in its blinding light. Even as it did so, she began to feel less and less of herself. Her arms, legs, everything, faded away until all she was was a confused mind hovering in a bright, featureless void.
Suddenly, she was shocked back into full consciousness, dropping her phone on the sidewalk beneath her as she teetered and swayed, dizzy and discombobulated. Nearly tripping, she managed to steady herself.
That's when it hit her. She was feeling arms, legs, everything again...but it was wrong...it was "off." She didn't feel like herself.
Looking down, her jaw dropped and her eyes went wide as saucers as she was confronted with why she felt that way. She was looking down at a body that was NOT her own. She was taller, darker. She was wearing white, ridiculously tall high-heeled boots...was standing on a pair of long, gorgeous brown legs.
Feeling a dark, ab-tastic belly with black, lithe hands, she stared down at a pair of perky, bouncy breasts that were much more impressive than the pair nature had blessed her with originally!
"What the fuck?!?!" Wren gasped. She was looking down at the body of the pretty young black NBA dancer she'd seen at the far right of the lineup in the video she'd been forced to watch over, and over again!!!!
Spinning around, she could see her reflection in the large front windows of the PetZaar storefront. Her wide-eyed, pale white, mussy-bun-topped head was sitting atop the neck, and body of the beautiful young black cheerleader she'd seen only moments earlier!!!
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