Zoe had thought all along that it was a bad idea to use Jon's transporter; the lazy bum never fixed anything, and the transporter wasn't exactly new. Her worries were confirmed as they stepped out of the transporter. Everything seemed smaller, and her body felt odd. She looked at Mikey to her right, who was at perfect eye level with her, and gaping openly. "Zoe?"
She started to answer, but stopped as her voice sounded and felt strange. "Of cour..." It sounded a lot like... she cleared her throat and tried to speak again. "Of course, twerp. Who else would I be?" Listening carefully to her voice, speaking what she was going to say without any emotion in it, she realized that her voice sounded exactly like Mikey's!
Zoe looked down at herself, and saw the same small, flat boy's chest that Mikey had in the same shirt that he was wearing, and further down were the same shorts, and the same shoes. His slightly long, messy brown hair was visible at the top of her vision. She looked around in a panic, looking for anyone who might be able to help somehow. Jon was nowhere to be found; apparently he left in a hurry.
"Wh...what am I gonna do?" She looked at Mikey, starting to tear up, something she hadn't done in forever. "I can't go to school like this! I have to go back home!" She dashed back into the transporter, pushing the button inside for a return trip.
Returning home, she ran into her room before anyone would have a chance to notice her coming back, stripping down quickly. Mikey was in junior high, just a year behind her as a high school freshman, and of a similar build. She started looking through her drawers, and picked out a pair of her black lace panties, sliding them over her legs and trying desperately to ignore the bulge at the front. Tights came after that, and then a bra that matched her panties, though it obviously didn't fit as well as it once did.
She was just starting to pull a black Lolita-style dress over her head when she heard her mom's voice from the bedroom door...
