Suddenly, a knock came on my door.
"Zoe, are you awake? The bathroom is yours." It was weird to hear my own voice and know that it was not I who was speaking.
"Yeah, okay. Thanks." I answered. For some reason, I was not panicking over the change that had come over me. It all felt very weird and surrealistic, but I was more intrigued and curious than freaked out.
Zoe had her own door to the bathroom, so I didn't need to walk into the hallway to get to it. Inside the bathroom, I first turned on the faucet of the tub, and then went to the toilet. I could feel the weights on my chest bouncing slightly as I walked. After finishing on the toilet, I decided to examine my new body a bit more. My hands cupped my breasts. They were not that big, maybe a small B-cup, but very nicely shaped. And sensitive. I played with them a bit, and as I was about to move my hand down to my new equipment, I noticed the time.
I was in a hurry. I jumped into the bathtub and washed quickly. Strangely enough I used Zoe's shampoo and soap. I did slow down a little when I washed myself between the legs, rather enjoying the feelings, but I could not go on for long.
After finishing, drying myself off and combing my new, long hair, I went back into Zoe's room, wondering what to wear. Choosing underwear wasn't much of a dilemma - I chose something that in my mind seemed comfortable rather than sexy. Sliding the thong up my shapely legs and feeling it settle between my asscheeks felt slightly erotic, but the bra just felt uncomfortable.
Choosing the rest of the clothes was harder, though. There was so much to choose from, but most of it very feminine. I did not want to dress up in a leather miniskirt and minimalistic top, knowing first-hand how hormonal sixteen-year old boys were. I shuddered at the thought of all the boys ogling me in my new body, but at the same time, the thought of all the attention Zoe usually got from them excited me. For some reason, I didn't want to dress too casually, and decided against wearing a normal pair of jeans.
After a few minutes, I had narrowed the selection down to the pair of tight leather trousers Zoe had worn yesterday, and a knee-length skirt and fishnet stockings. Somehow, wearing the same clothes 'I' had worn yesterday didn't feel like something 'I' would normally do, and I ended up with the skirt. I also found a corset-style top that I felt would fit with the skirt. The top was designed to go without a bra, I suddenly 'remembered', and I was thankful for that.
Going downstairs, I saw 'myself' for the first time. I had thought that hearing my voice coming from outside myself was weird! This was millions of times weirder. He looked up briefly and greeted me as he noticed me stepping into the kitchen.
"Morning, Zoe. You're late." He turned his glance back to the newspaper in front of him. "Dad left for work early today, so he asked me to drive you to school. So please hurry."
I went over to the fridge and opened it, taking the milk and a carton of cereals from bench beside it. I put it at the table, together with a bowl, and stood for a second as if I'd forgotten something. I didn't have any coffee. But I didn't feel the usual craving for it either. There was a different urge, though, that I couldn't really place, but I tried to forget about it and ate my breakfast, a considerably smaller portion than what I was used to.
I went back up to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I had now come to a moment I had dreaded all morning. Makeup. I had never applied it on someone before, and expected it all to look dreadful. To my surprise, I knew exactly which items I should use where, and daintily applied it all. I was really pleased with myself. It dawned on me that the wish had given me more than Zoe's body. Hazy memories, like from a dream which I had never dreamt, lurked just beyond recollection.
At that moment, Jon yelled at me from downstairs. "I'm leaving now, come on!" I grabbed my bag, ran down the stairs and found my boots. Jon was already in the door, urging me on, so I slipped into them, threw my trenchcoat on, and walked unsteadily into his car.
Jon started the car and drove out into the streets as I tied my boots. The craving I had felt since breakfast grew stronger, and it started to realise me what it was. I looked into my bag, and found a package of cigarettes.
"Mind if I smoke?" I asked
"You know, mom would really freak out if she knew you smoked."
He didn't say no, as I knew he wouldn't (he was, after all, really me, or I really him, and Zoe had asked me if she could smoke in my car before). I lighted the cigarette and took a deep drag. It relaxed me, and fed the addiction.
Some five minutes later, I extinguished the smoke as Jon came to a stop at the curb outside school.
