"Lydia! Lydia! Where are you?" called someone in the former body of Ophelia Oliver, the girl wrestler.
"Over here," Lydia answered from Jeff's former body. Lydia had dropped Jeff's pants and had one hand on his former chest and one on his recently acquired pussy.
At that, Jon looked straight into Lydia's former face and asked, "Then who are you?"
"I'm Jeff. What's going on here? Who are you? You're not Sandra the dominatrix, right?"
"No, I'm Jon. There's been some sort of mass body swap," he explained. "Have you found Joseph or Allen?"
"Shit, I can barely find myself," Jeff said. "That's my body over there putting on a bra and feeling up the pussy I got from the magic shower this morning. But I'm standing here in, shit, I don't even know who's body! Is there a mirror somewhere?"
"In the bathroom, I suppose, but there seems to be quite a line right now. Anyway, you've got Lydia's former body. At least it's good looking."
"Yeah, but everybody at school hates her. This is only temporary, right?"
"I don't know, but probably not," Jon replied, after which Jeff started checking out Lydia's body more thoroughly. Jon found it odd to see someone feel themselves up that way, but then he realized he was doing the same thing himself, and so was everyone else.
Jon noticed with amazement, for example, how the corset pushed out and lifted his chest. He wondered how much of what he saw was tit flesh and how much came from the corset. The rest of the corset was very constricting, but it was strangely reassuring as well. Somehow it help him stand up straight despite the tall chrome boot heels Sandra had been wearing. The mesh stockings felt strange slipping against his legs and butt each time he took a step, especially since Sandra hadn't been wearing any panties. He had no trouble at all walking in high heels, though.
"I'm Joseph," said the extremely black chick, who'd begun to circulate. "Who are you?"
"I'm Jon and this is Jeff," Jon replied. "Have you found Allen?"
"I think that's him over there in Sandra McMillan's old body, but I working that way to double check," stated Joseph. Jon found it strange how white Joseph's new teeth looked against his new skin every time he opened his lips to talk.
"How do you feel about being black, dude?" Jeff asked.
"Beats me," Joseph replied. "I mean, how do I feel about this whole body? It's a lot smaller than my old one, and much lighter, and it's a hundred percent female, and it's got nothing but stubble for hair. All these earrings seem really strange, and I didn't even notice the nose ring before. With stuff like that going on, I've barely thought about what color I am. You think this is permanent?"
"Probably, but it depends on the spell," Jon replied. "C'mon, let's go find Alan and then the four of us stick together."
Meanwhile, Lydia in Jeff's former body, Cindy, in Joseph's old body, and Sandra in Ophelia's former wrestling body had been discussing how to continue the party.
"Heads up, everyone," Lydia announced after a moment. "This is me, Lydia, now. Sorry about the Switch card; I didn't know it was in there. It must have been left over from last time, or the time before. That means the rest of the special cards are in there, too."
"Can't you just take 'em out?" asked the occupant of Slats Miller's old body.
"I'm sorry, but who are you now?" asked Lydia.
"Sarah McMillan, former cheerleader, new computer geek," she answered wryly.
"We can help you," offered Sandy and Dale, the cross-dressers, who now occupied the former bodies of Jon and Alan.
"Quiet! I have the floor," ordered Lydia. "No, we can't take the special cards out, because that would count as drawing them. Leaving the party won't help either. Now that you've been affected once, you're vulnerable no matter where you go, until the party ends. So what do you say? Shall we keep drawing cards or what? The ordinary name cards are still in there."
"Draw a card," came the response before Jon, his friends, or any other new attendees could react.
"OK, you there, whoever you are," Lydia ordered while pointing at Rhoda Roark's former body. "Get your face out of that hard hat, take a card from the bowl and tell us what it says!"
