(Switching to a first person perspective.)
I slowly found myself coming back to consciousness some time later. My eyes slowly opened and I looked around. My surrounding were quite different from the dark basement I had been in when the cheerleaders had cast their spell on me. The room I was in now, which appeared to be some sort of guest bedroom, was dimly lit, and neutrally, though exquisitely furnished.
I slowly sat up, feeling the oddness of my new body. Looking down, I saw not only my new form, but the king size bed I was laid to rest on. I shook my head a bit, feeling the grogginess fading, leaving me only with a thumping headache.
After allowing myself a few minutes to wake up, and allow my headache to dull a bit, I slowly stood up. Other than the unfamiliar shifting of my new curves, I was also met with the realization that my clothes were now far to baggy on me. I practically swam in the t-shirt and jeans that I had arrived at Sarah's house in, and even my socks fit uncomfortably. Looking around, I could see my sneakers by the door to the room. Not that they would do me any good now.
I glanced around the room a bit more, not wanting to make any noise. If those bitches were listening, I didn't want them knowing I was up. My eyes fell upon a clock in the corner of the room. 11:00 pm. I had been here for about 5 hours. My family would definitely be wondering where I was.
I moved my hand to my pocket, feeling for my phone, but finding nothing there. I then remembered that, for some reason, I had left all of my belongings at home. A bad idea, in retrospect, but nothing could be done about it now.
I was shaken from my thoughts as I heard the doorknob turning. I looked over as the door opened and saw Sarah entering the room. She looked at me and smiled. "About time you woke up, Jen." she said. "We were starting to get worried."
"Don't call me that." I said, angrily. "I'm not gonna buy into what you did to me, and I'm not gonna go along with you're ridiculous plan, so you might as well undo it." I said, stumbling a bit as I heard my new voice coming from my lips. I really did sound alot like the cheerleaders.
"Firstly, Jen, even if I wanted to, I couldn't undo the spell. It just doesn't work that way." Sarah said.
"I don't believe you..." I said, glaring.
"Believe it if you want, but that's the truth. Once the spell is cast, nothing can undo it." Sarah said. "As for you going along with it, well...I think you'll fall into your new role just fine, given enough time."
I didn't like the way she said that one bit. "What do you mean?" I asked.
"Listen, don't worry about that for now." Sarah said. "I know we didn't get along too well when you were Jon..."
"I still am Jon." I said, defiantly.
"No. You're Jen now. And, as Jen, you are part of my group of friends. And we are all very close friends. We're here to help you through this."
"I'm only going through this because of you." I said, standing up to move toward her, but stumbling a bit on my pants.
"Calm down..." she said, now sounding angry. "I get that this is tough for you, but you may as well just accept it. This is who you are now. Now, we left some clothes for you in the bathroom..." she said, pointing to a door behind me. "Since the ones you have now are hardly suitable for your new form. Come out and see Tiffany and myself when you're dressed. The others have all gone home for the night. The ritual made them all quite tired."
With that, Sarah left the room, closing the door behind me. I took a few steps toward the door to chase after her, but kept stumbling. As much as I hated to admit it, she was right. The clothes I was wearing now were not going to be practical, and as bad as I'm sure whatever clothes she left for me were, walking around in my male underwear would probably be about as bad.
Sighing, I turned and headed toward the bathroom.
