"Unngg..."
Jon groaned as he rolled over in bed. The air was nippy enough for him to wiggle deeper into his comforter, and block the day out for another minute at least. Time passed, but how much he couldn't tell. It wasn't until his nose started to itch, that he began to rouse from his sleep. Light wispy basic bitch blond hair tickled his face. He groaned again, and rubbed his forehead. He still couldn't believe he made such a stupid wish, He didn't even REALLY want Sarah's hair and tits. He was just being jealous and cranky. He creaked open his eyes realized he wasn't in his room, then bolted upright.
He huffed and winced as an unexpected weight was hefted up. His chest. He leaned over and hugged the ridiculous mounds of fat to his chest as he waited for the discomfort to subside. Slowly reality returned to him...
"shit..." Jon muttered, as he winced through sleepy eyes at what he now recognized to be Karyn's room. Only... it wasn't quite the room he remembered. Her vanity and bookshelves were still there. But her laptop was missing from her computer desk, and rather than the familiar lavender grey walls he remembered, they were white, and covered with an unfamiliar collage of punk, pop, and video game posters. With a scowl he realized that without the accounting job, his mom didn't have the money to redecorate the place his sophomore year. That asshole Leanord had a lot to answer for.
He scowled and looked down, and Karyn's blond hair fell in his face. His hair... Karyn's hair used to be red thick and wavy. It was pretty easy to keep out of the face since it tended to tangle into thicker bunches. These thin blond wisps had minds of their own. Every individual hair did whatever it wanted. And right now more than a few wanted to go up his nose, and in his eyes. He growled, hearing Karyn's voice, brushed the silky strands from his face, and inspected his body once again... Well. Her body. Karyn's curvy bust hidden beneath a baggy old T shirt were the first thing to greet him. She hugged her chest and moaned, unsure if she was relieved or angry to find her actual body changed. She bit the inside of her cheek and looked up with fury. It didn't matter, she decided, this was insane either way.
She scrambled to the edge of her bed, realizing that, now that her mom was stuck with the titty bar job, even her bed was different. She used to have an extended twin. High off the ground, with a nice birchwood headboard. This was barely a cot on blocks. It creaked and depressed deeply as she sat on the side of the bed. The wood floor was cold, and she set her feet on a dirty shirt instead. Her toenails, she realized, were painted black and chipped. That too, was different from before her mom's new job. His best friend wasn't usually a fan of nail polish.
"Karyn?" Jon stood up swiftly as someone called from the other side of the door. That was HIS voice. Did that mean Karyn was in his body now?
"Hurry up dear." His male voice continued, followed by a sharp knock on the door. "You're going to be late for school." Jon blinked. Then scrambled to the door, swung it open, and came face to face with a very surprised looking Jon... Or at least this persons body was Jon's. He wore his mothers familiar morning sweats, and T-shirt, and despite his body, there was something delicate about the way he held himself.
"M-Mrs. Black?" Jon stammered.
His body laughed, and Mrs Black in Jon's body reached out and brushed Jon's blond strands from her face. "Yes, but you can just call me mom." Jon's body laughs again. "You must have been out of it. Come on sweetie, hurry up. Breakfast is on the table."
"Oh..." Jon stammered. "Sure thing mom."
Her mind grappled with the implications of Mrs.Black still being in her old body as she hurried about getting ready. Part of her was ashamed of going through Karyn's stuff, but then a much larger part just accepted it. There's nothing special about getting ready for school. And despite the fact she KNEW she should be freaked out, she just wasn't. The only part that stood out to her was how inconvenient these stupid blobs of fat on her chest were, though she couldn't figure out if that was because she wasn't used to Karyn's body, or if she wasn't used to Karyn's wish augmented body. An errant thought passed through her mind as she showered, wondering if she should be aroused by the sudden intimacy with her body. She was sexy from top to bottom. She'd thought that ever since she knew what sexy was... It had taken a great act of willpower to ignore these tits yesterday, but before she reached a conclusion on her current situation, she was already done showering, and wrapping a towel around her chest. The experience being so banal she hardly even remembered it as she finished getting dressed.
All of her bra's were too small, and she couldn't muster up the courage to ask her penny pinching parents for new ones yet, so she doubled up on a purple then black camisole with built in support. She finished things off with her familiar baggy green hoody, and a torn pair of jeans. Rather than the athletic cut jeans she had before, these were skin tight, with holes at the knees, and worn away at the heels. She grabbed her backpack. Picked up her breakfast to go, hugged her Jon-mom awkwardly, and hustled out the door. It was all just... normal, even if she knew it was anything but. In a weird way everything felt easy, and familiar. She entertained a passing hope that the rest of the day might be just as easy, until she opened the door and came face to face with the big smiling face of Leonard.
