A houseful of mildly-embarrassed but otherwise unharmed people were temporarily released from the grip of the enchanted game before even a full round. They were, in fact, barred from playing the game for a full 12 hours. To recap...
16-year-old Jon was now sitting in the shoes of his 14-year-old "emo chick" sister Zoe... not to mention feet, clothes and body. The reverse was true of Zoe, who scowled, wearing Jon's face.
The second player was Jon and Zoe's 12-year-old sister Mickey - or was it Mikey? Who can even remember? Welllll as both are short for Michael, let's call him Mikey, Mickey, Mike, Mick, or perhaps, if his sibling's situation is any indication, Michelle soon enough. But in this case, he'd had to endure his first (rather painful) erection and orgasm at the hands of the game's magic.
Seated next to the lad was Karyn, Jon's lifelong friend. As they continued to grow up, however, hormones grew more and more powerful and maybe, just MAYBE, she was starting to have feelings for him. Of course, that didn't have much bearing on the fact that she was forced to kiss Jon's mother in a very lascivious way.
The mortifying secret neither of them would admit, of course, was that it was positively electrifying. Not that either Karyn or Jon's mother, Marissa Gibson, were particularly into females. At least, not prior to the magic of the card. But the power of that kiss may just have awoken something strange deep within Karyn...
Attempting to calm her nerves, Mrs. Gibson brewed a pot of coffee for herself, and stirred up some iced tea for the kids. Then she did something she hadn't in years... dug out a long-forgotten pack of cigarettes and lit one up.
After a quick supper of Mrs. Gibson's meatloaf (she got a delicious recipe from Good Housekeeping's May 1996 issue)...
Upstairs in his room, Mickey was busy attempting to clean up. "Oh man, oh man," he chanted, "This is bad, this is sooo gross." Embarrassed, he swabbed the inside of his briefs with a tissue before changing and dropping them in a hamper.
"Disgusting," he scowled. "I'm never going to do that again."
In Zoe's room, a decidedly male Zoe attempted to squeeze into a mini-skirt and black camisole, nearly ripping the garments in the process.
In Jon's room, Karyn was watching the girl named Jon undressed out of Zoe's clothes and attempted to find something more... well, if not comfortable, then masculine. Karyn tried not to let her lip tremble as she saw Jon pull a pair of baggy khakis over Zoe's black and pink panties.
"This sucks," Jon whined. "I'm so short, my clothes are way too big for me. Oh, and also I've got a vagina and breasts." She buttoned on a plaid overshirt over the bra (which masked her lean, trim figure.) She rolled the sleeves halfway up her arms and pulled Zoe's black hair back into a rudimentary ponytail.
"I'm sorry I had to kiss your mom," Karyn admitted in a guilty whine. "I didn't... WANT to..."
"I understand," Jon turned to face Karyn, who straightened her little friend's collar.
"You look cute," Karyn told her friend, somewhat joking around. Jon's pale feminine face blushed bright red.
"How much time do we have before the game gets back on?" Jon asked her friend.
"By now? About 10 hours." They certainly had killed a great deal of time already, but they still had to wait until the morning until they could resume the game. "What can we do?" little Jon asked.
"Well we can't just sit around the house," Karyn insisted, "and use of the stone is suspended unti we cross the finish," Karyn noted a plot point to this little drama that could very well have been true. After all, with the stone's power invested so heavily in the game, it would be nutty to think it had any to spare at this moment. They'd have to make due.
"Hey, isn't (new action movie) playing at the theatre?" Jon suggested.
"Oh of course you want to see that," laughed Karyn, "No matter what you look like, you're such a guy."
"Hey, I'm sure you'll like it," said Jon, "(popular male actor) takes his shirt off in it."
Karyn flickered her eyebrows suggestively, "Yeah, you want to see it just as much as I do."
Jon protested, "Hey, if I wanted to see a shirtless guy, I'd just look in the mirr...." she glanced down at the wares under the overshirt and sighed mournfully. It was going to be a long night.
--
Throughout the entire movie, Karyn found her attention wandering. It had been the game's magic that made her enjoy kissing Jon's mother, hadn't it? And Jon was just her friend, no matter what gender they were, wasn't she?
But if all that was true, why did Karyn's breath get deeper when she looked at Jon in Zoe's body? It couldn't be that she was attracted to Zoe -- she had a modest young girl's body, and was normally a very petulent (bitchy even) girl. And, as she had to constantly remind herself, Karyn liked boys!
'But Jon IS a boy, really...' Karyn pondered to herself.
As the movie let out, Sara MacMillain, that first-class bee-yatch skanky ho from their class noticed the two girls walking very close to one another.
"I knew it!" she said out loud to the crowd of oblivious nimrods who were accompanying her to (new action movie.) "That's that blonde nerdy slut Karyn, and some tomboy lesbian! They must be on a date!"
"That's hot" laughed one of the football players, who then high-fived a teammate.
--
An alarm woke Karyn and Jon up promptly at 7:15 AM, as did Mrs. Gibson poking her head thorugh Jon's bedroom door.
The girls had fallen asleep after a very long (but not overly relevant) girl-talk session. It was the first such session jon had ever experienced, and hopefully the last.
The girls, Jon in pajama bottoms and an old gym shirt, Karyn in her panties and tank top on loan from Jon. Karyn was embarrassed to find she had wrapped her arm around Jon over the night, and moreso to find how comfortable she was.
"Am I interrupting?" asked Mrs. Gibson.
"N-no!" Karyn bolted upright. Jon sat up, and wiped the crust out of her eyes.
"I've got bacon on the go downstairs. Get cleaned up. We're back to the game after breakfast."
As Jon's mom left the room (muttering to herself "Oh they're so cute,") Jon gave herself the once-over, recalling her predicament eventually.
"Oh crap, I guess I'd better shower. I was really hoping I wouldn't have to see my sister naked."
Karyn asked, "Didn't you go to the washroom like four times during the movie ast night?"
"Yes," nodded Jon, "And damn Zoe's tiny bladder for that. But in any case, NOW I have to see the whole thing and rub it over with soapy water."
"Well then just don't shower," suggested Karyn.
"But then," Jon argued, "I'd feel gross all day. I mean, even moreso." She sighed. "I really hate that the first naked girl I'll ever see is my sister. And in the mirror. Yes, both those situations are terrible."
"Which is worse?" Karyn asked out of curiosity.
Jon took a moment to consider, before concluding, "The sister part. Let's get this done with."
--
In the washroom, Jon slipped out of her pajamas and t-shirt to see his scrawny sister in her underwear in the mirror. She slipped her thumbs under the band of the panties and slid them down to her ankles, stepping out of them. The feeling was unaccompanied by the usual... feeling of suspension, shall we say. She reached around her backside try to undo her bra. Karyn had advised her to take it off before falling asleep, but she was too tired. now she had no idea how she was going to get out of it. How did girls like Karyn put up with this every day?
'I wouldn't wear a bra every day if I were a girl,' Jon thought. 'I mean, a real girl. Forever.'
Finally, she slipped the straps off and slid the bra down her lithe torso. Suddenly, Jon felt for the first time the feeling of unsupported pendulous breasts. She immediately reconsidered her earlier hypothesis about brassieres.
She warmed up the water and stepped in, letting a chill shoot up her spine. She wet Zoe's long dark hair, wringing it through somewhat thoroughly. Finally it came time for her to wash off Zoe's body, and the assorted grime encrusted thereon overnight. In order to ignore the act at hand, she let her mind water and tried to forget whose body she was touching.
'It was so fun going out with Karyn last night,' she thought to herself as she lathered up, 'She's such a great girl. it feels like she's been treating me differently since I switched bodies with Zoe... or maybe I've just noticed... the way she looks at me.... it feels... so... good...' Jon nearly squealed - she realized that her left hand was massaging her nipple, and her right hand was going on a trip down south.
"That's enough of that!" she cried out, immediately shutting off the water and grabbing a towel. Shower-time was over.
--
Dressing, somewhat reluctantly in Zoe's clothes (it was only fair since Zoe HAD to wear Jon's,) she sat down at the breakfast table to join her mother and siblings. Zoe was wearing a pair of slim fit jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. Jon sat across from him in a black tank top and denim skirt with black nylons (it was somewhat drafty, and she did enjoy the insulation.) Karyn arrived, dressed in her previous day's outfit after finishing her shower.
They all took their seats. Zoe was up, and Mrs. Gibson's turn was after that. They had waited a very long night - for Zoe, particularly, as the feeling of Zoe's cotton panties had an unprecedented affect on her borrowed male anatomy and she had been obliged to try unsavory means to try to get it down to a manageable size, if you atch my drift.
"We all ready?" he asked with a scowl. They all agreed yes.
He blew on the dice, letting them fly...
