Melissa Smith had been sitting at her kitchen table having a very light breakfast when suddenly she felt dizzy.
She was worried for a second she might be sick when she noticed that she wasn't wearing her cheerleader's outfit. She always wore it to school on days they had morning practice. Some of the other girls changed at school.
She was dressed in a comfortable jeans and an uninteresting top...that WEREN'T designer. She ran upstairs and threw open her closet and drawers and stared in horror. She spotted clothes from Costco and Walmart.
She took a moment, trying to decide if going naked or wearing the generic clothing was a better option. Finally she decided to face humiliation over nudity and went to check herself in the mirror and got another shock. Her hair was different.
She was still attractive, and she didn't think she looked different, but somehow, she didn't seem to be the drop dead gorgeous hottie she thought she was supposed to be.
The phone rang. It was Jessica Davis. "Melissa...you would not believe..." The two started talking at the same time, sharing the story which was pretty identical.
"Don't move," Melissa said. "I'm coming right over." She grabbed what she thought was her bag and headed out the door. Damn, she thought, feeling guilty, these clothes are comfortable.
Amber Levine jumped out of bed suddenly, screaming shrilly. She was naked and in a strange bedroom. A moment ago she'd been dressed and about to leave the house. How had she gotten here?
She was a cheerleader, but she didn't jump into be with anyone...And just who was the rather handsome boy and just as naked boy staring at her? She knew the hot boys in her school and she didn't recognize him.
"Umm...hi," he said. He cleared his throat suddenly, and frowned.
"Who are you?"
He looked at her. "We go to school together," he said, surprised. Had she really not noticed him? How had they gotten into bed together?
"I'm..."
