The next morning, Sarah begun to wake up, feeling something was off. Sarah felt a lot more groggy than the usual. She thought as to why this would be the case, but not coming up with any ideas. Opening her eyes, her confusion became even more prominent. Looking around, she saw an unfamiliar bedroom, one that was much bigger than her tiny apartment bedroom. Looking down toward the end of the bed, she saw this wasn't the normal twin bed she slept in every night, but a huge king size bed. Moving her eyes around the whole area of the bedroom, she could tell whoever lived here was very well off.
"I... don't get it... How did I wake up here?" Sarah let out of her mouth, then cupping her hands to her mouth right away, realizing that the voice coming out of her mouth definitely wasn't her own.
"What the..." Sarah said to herself out loud, then quickly moving her hands back to her mouth again. She recognized the voice, but couldn't put a name or face to it.
Taking the sheets that covered her off her body, Sarah got another surprise! She wasn't wearing her light pink silk nightie that she had worn to bed last night, but was wearing pajamas that consisted of a pink top and white and purple bottoms.
Sarah now knew why her voice was off; this wasn't her body!
Jumping out of bed, not as spritely as she was used to, began freaking out.
"Who?! How?! What's happened to me?!" Sarah quietly cried out, moving her arms up and down, very uncomfortable in the moment.
Sarah's attention was diverted, when she took a more prominent notice at her chest. They were definitely not her B cups, but what looked to be D cups! The size that Sarah had always wished she was. Wanting to get a better idea of them, Sarah moved her hands to her new chest, squeezing them with her pajama top still on as well as the bra underneath it. Even with this clothing on, she could tell a difference compared to her own boobs.
"Holy fuck! I'm seriously a D cup now?!" Sarah happily remarked to herself. "Though they don't feel youthful... they're not as firm..." Sarah added, figuring out that she definitely wasn't in her twenties anymore.
"Shit! So I got the tits I've always wanted but I'm not 23 anymore? I need to find a mirror!" Sarah questioned, then told herself.
Looking around the room, she couldn't find a mirror, so she ran quickly into the master bathroom, turning on the lights, to see a reflection she had seen from work in photos in Jack's office but never in person; Jack's wife, Barbara!
Taking a few step backs, Sarah's freakout only elevated. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! I'm Barbara?! I'm in Barbara's body?! I don't want this! I don't want to be like 10 years older!" Sarah said, raising her voice.
Stopping her pacing, she looked back in the mirror to see brunette hair, a hair color she always thought was inferior to the natural blonde she was born with. Studying her new face more, she could see her skin wasn't as tight or as smooth as her own, mainly due to the age difference between her and Barbara. Brown eyes staring back at her, instead of her blue she loved always looking back at her when she stepped in front of a mirror.
"Ugh! This is like totally the opposite of everything I love about myself! My youthful skin, my natural blonde hair, my amazing blue eyes, the only thing this bitch has got is some nice tits, but they don't even have their firmness!" Sarah said, upset about the new body she now occupied.
Just then, a whole new realization suddenly hit Sarah.
"No.... If I'm in Barbara's body... does that mean shes has MY body?! Eww, ewww, ewwwwww! I don't like this!!! She gets to be in my fucking smoking hot body, while I have to be in hers?! THIS?!" Sarah almost screamed out, tears beginning to form.
Just then, Sarah heard a knock from the bedroom door. "Barbara? Is everything okay, babe?" Jack called out to whom he believed was still his wife.
Sarah's mood then beginning to change, after hearing the voice of ridiculously handsome boss from work call to her.
"Yeah...yeah... I'm OK!" Sarah responded, the best response she could come up with.
"Okay. Again... I'm sorry about everything from last night. I love you and only you, Barbara! I will make sure Sarah doesn't do anything like that again!" Jack called back, and after hearing no response for a good half minute, headed back downstairs.
"Oh my god!" Sarah mouthed, but didn't say, when she had heard Jack's response.
When she heard Jack move from the bedroom door to downstairs, she sighed that he was gone, but frustrated with what he had said.
"Seriously?! He doesn't want to have anything to do with me?! How?! I'm literally the hottest woman in the whole office and have a great personality! He seriously wants to stay with her instead?!" Sarah angrily let out, while also sad at the fact that her dream of her and Jack being together as a couple was no more a possible future.
A stack of bricks suddenly hit her head on how she could be with Jack, but not in the most ideal way.
"Well... I guess I could be with Jack if I'm in Barbara's body..." Sarah told herself, giving the idea some thought.
