"Do you mean, like, were anybody else's memories adjusted?" Lydia verified while feeling up Jeff's body. At first Jon thought she looked very odd doing that, then he realize he and most of the other partygoers were feeling up their new bodies as well. Except for the fact that Sandra's dominatrix outfit had so many hooks and snaps, he would have ripped it off just to get a full look at his new self.
"Well, no, after Alan swapped bodies with Sandy, Alan had to go live in Sandy's house and try to act like him, including going to Sandy's school. Same for Sandy. He had to live in Alan's house and act like him and go to his school."
Jon was still thinking about that when Lydia cupped Jeff's former hands around his prior mouth and boomed, "I suggest we all circulate and exchange notes about our lifestyles. That means everyone should find whoever's in their body now and tell 'em where they live, and where they go to school or work, who they hang out with, and so forth."
Jon found Allen by searching for Sarah McMillan's cheerleader uniform and then asked, "You're not actually a cross dresser, are you?"
Alan was shaking Sarah's shoulders and reaching under her sweater to adjust her bra straps. Nevertheless he confirmed, "That's right. I had to fake it while I was living in Sandy's body for a few months. Fortunately, Dale and Sandy didn't dress and go out very often, except on weekends. And even then, after the first couple of times it wasn't as scary. And now that I'm in Sarah's body, all that practice dressing like a girl is going to come in handy."
"So I wasn't really with you in the magic shower," Joseph surmised from within Cindy Barkley's extremely black and closely-shorn body.
"No, that was Sandy in my body at the time, and he really liked it," Alan explained while lifting Sarah's skirt to find out what he was wearing.
"I thought, wow, cool, now I have a pussy, the perfect excuse to wear girl's clothes all the time, even at school," Sandy explained. "But at the mall this afternoon, I had to let Karyn talk me out of buying any girl things because Alan wouldn't have dressed up the way I wanted to."
"But if you continue cross-dressing, everyone's going to think I've become a cross-dresser. They're not going to see you; they're only going to see my body," Jon complained while unconsciously slapping Sandra's riding crop against her left palm..
"Why should you care? You're never gonna be your old self again You'll be living as Sandra, the dominatrix, and her outfits are such a kick!" Sandy pointed out. Then he continued, "Uh, look; is there somewhere in your room where I can stash my panties and breast forms and stuff?"
While Jon told Sandy about his hiding places Cindy pulled her old body closer to her and began telling Joseph about her daily life. Joseph listened carefully but couldn't stop stroking her stubble-covered head.
"Make sure you look carefully through my old purse," Cindy advised in Joseph's voice but her own accent. "That's where you'll find my bank accounts and drivers license and stuff. I was twenty years old, and I worked as a cocktail waitress in a soul bar and grill. Mostly I lived off tips. The less you wear, and the more you flirt, and the more you let 'em get away with, the more you make in tips."
"Don't you have to be twenty-one in order to serve drinks?" Joseph asked.
"Yeah, but my ID says twenty-two. It's a long story. The keys to my apartment are in my old purse, too. The address on the drivers license and on my checks is correct. I guess you get my car, including the payments. I suppose you still live with your parent's, huh? That's gonna suck. You gotta girl friend? Cuz I do like girls, sometimes."
"No one close," Joseph mumbled.
"Oh, you're gonna be allergic to feathers. You're gonna have a lot of trouble with ingrown hairs, too, unless you get your head and pussy shaved twice a week. I usually went to Secret Salon down on Third Street because they have private booths. You have about ten days until your period."
Joseph stood speechless with Cindy's eyes wide open until Jon asked what was wrong.
"I'm not sure I like all of this," Joseph stated. "Sure, it'll be nice to have my own apartment and car, but being a cocktail waitress isn't exactly my life goal. And despite being in Cindy's body, I don't think I'll be able to convince Cindy's boss and her co-workers and her customers that I know them, or that I've always been black, or that I've been working in the same soul bar and grill as them. You've still got the stone, right?"
"Ohmygosh," thought Jon, then without delay he steered Sandra dominatrix-clad body across the room, looking for the jeans he'd removed before rubbing himself against Sarah before the switch. He found them in a pile next to Sandy, who fortunately hadn't put them on yet. Perhaps, Jon thought, Sandra didn't realize those were the jeans that came in with her new body. She was still bottomless from Jon's crotch-rubbing incident with Sarah McMillan, before everyone swapped.
"Sandy, I think I left something in my old pants. Do you mind if I look for it?" Jon asked.
Sandy stalled to think about this for a moment, but Jon was in emergency mode. Without further pretext he bumped a corset stay into his old side, kicked his old foot with his new chrome high-heel toe shields, picked up his old pants, and removed the stone from the front right pocket.
"Don't worry about undressing to check yourself out or to change clothes, if that's what you need to do," Lydia encouraged in Jeff's voice. "If you can't find the kind of clothes you need, look around the floor or in my second closet. That's where I put old stuff I'm not going to wear any more. Dale and Sandy know where it is. They look like Allen and Jon now."
Confirming Jon's earlier fears, Sandy hurried away to dress his new body (Jon's) in one of Lydia's old outfits. Jon, however, simply held the stone and whispered, "I wish I knew how much the stone could reverse or modify the effects of the swap card I drew tonight."
