Jon pulled the shift off his body and awkwardly fumbled with the buttons on Jessica's blouse. As he made his way down her shirt, the sight of her bare chest and neck sent shivers down Jon's spine. Just as he began to work his hand under her clothes, another wave of darkness came over him.
"Fuck, that bitch man. I hate those two... crappers? Craps! They are crapses" Jon awkwardly stammered as he looked into the darkness. When his vision returned, Jon could see the unmistakable sight of his best friend, Tim.
"Hey, you're making a bit of a scene" Tim said as he placed his hands on Jon's shoulders, "Are you sure you're okay?" Tim appeared to be genuinely concerned for Jon, but something about Tim's disposition made Jon furious.
"Scene!? I'm making a scene because I'm annoyed at mister and misses preppy jackass up there?"
"No, you're making a scene because you're plastered and yelling."
"I'll show you a scene!" Jon reacted impulsively as his drunk body flung its arms around Tim's neck. Jon pulled Tim closer and sloppily kissed him on the mouth. As the two embraced, Jon felt a strong sense of pressure between their chests and a number of unfamiliar sensations across his body. Jon also felt Tim's arm wrap around Jon's sweaty back, causing the unmistakable feeling of clinging wet clothes around his body.
As Jon eased off Tim, he looked down to see a tight black tee shirt wrapped around a sizable pair of breasts. His new assets were made even more noticable by the pools of sweat forming under his armpits and beneath his chin. The world spun slowlrly around Jon as he tilted his head and warmth seemed to radiate from under his skin.
Out of sight, out of mind. With Peter and Jessica getting it on upstairs, Jon found himself in the body of Hannah Summers, a somewhat reserved girl who infrequently attended and drank at Jon's parties. Wanting to expand her friend circle a bit, Hannah pregamed Jon's party and ended up drunk a little earlier than intended.
