Note: Switching to first person.
As I slowly came back to consciousness, I could hear the two science teachers talking. They sounded pleased, and were using huge words that I couldn't even begin to understand.
I opened my eyes slowly, and instantly knew something wasn't right when I saw the strands of blonde hair hanging in front of my eyes. Lifting my head and looking down slightly, I could see my t-shirt being pushed out by two breasts. Two pretty large breasts.
"What the hell happened to my body?" I asked. I then paused and looked to the teachers. "And my voice?" Indeed, my normal voice had been replaced with one that was quite a bit higher, and obviously female.
"Well, the experiment seems to have worked as it was intended to." Dr. Marsh explained. "Your DNA has been widely overwritten with the donor's sample. I'd say about 10% is your original DNA."
"Mmm, I'd say this was an overwhelming success." Mr. Field said.
I jumped of the cot that the pair had laid me on, stumbling a bit due to my new body and ill fitting clothes, and ran over to a mirror located in the corner of the room. The image that awaited me was breathtaking...and startling.
The girl I saw reflected there was a knock out. Easily on par with any of the cheerleaders. She had a beautiful face, framed with dark blonde hair. I couldn't see much of her body under my clothes, but she obviously had an incredible body.
Then I stopped myself, and realized that this girl was me. I turned and looked at the two doctors... and found that I had to look up at both of them. I had been 6'1" before this experiment, a bit shorter than Mr. Field, but definitely taller than Dr. Marsh. Now, I had to look up at both of them. Venturing a guess, I put myself now at 5'6".
"Alright, your experiment worked, change me back...now." I said, looking between the two of them.
"I'm afraid that is impossible right now." Dr. Marsh said. "We've rewritten a large portion of your DNA, as I said. Tampering again may prove to have adverse side effects."
"Then when can you change me back?" I asked, on the verge of tears.
"We'd wager...a week." Mr. Field said. "That should give your DNA time to simmer, as it were."
"A week? Like this? How am I supposed to explain that to my parents? Or the school? I can't miss that many classes."
"We've taken care of all of that." Dr. Marsh said. "We've spoken to your parents, and alerted them that you are assisting us with research, and shall be gone for a week's time. Additionally, the school is also aware of your role in out research, and will accept you completing courses under an assumed identity until you can change back."
"And what assumed identity will I be taking?" I asked, looking back to the mirror.
"That is where the donor comes in. We chose all of our DNA donors based on a number of factors, one of the most important being discretion." Dr. Marsh said.
"In other words, we selected students, and faculty, who would allow you a certain amount of privacy, while also involving them in the experiment. Faculty who live alone, and students whose parents will be around in a limited fashion this coming week."
Turning in full toward the mirror, I sighed. "I still look around the same age, so I'm assuming I got a student?" I asked.
"Indeed." Dr. Marsh said. "As a matter of fact, your age is relatively unchanged. Still 17 years old."
"So I picked one of my classmates, then?"
"Yes. As a matter of fact, she should be here any moment." Mr. Field said. And, almost as if on cue, the door opened, and my DNA donor walked in.
"You've gotta be kidding..." I mumbled as Tiffany Sanders walked into the room. I should have guessed from the huge breasts and short stature. Tiffany was the shortest, and one of the hottest, among the cheerleaders. She was also known for being the school slut. Looking into the mirror again, I was kicking myself for not making the connection. Even my new face looked like a mix of my own and hers.
"Oh...My...Gawd..." Tiffany said, coming over to me. "She looks so much like me. Almost like a cousin or something." she added, looking me up and down.
"So glad you think so, Tiffany. Because for the next week, that's exactly what she will be." Dr. Marsh said.
Mr. Field came over and handed me a manilla envelope. "In there, you will find all of the identification you should need for the next week. We matched any that you already possessed. For the next seven days, you will be Jennifer Sanders, Tiffany's cousin who is visiting her. You will attend the same classes that she does, as that plays into the act."
"And are her parents in on this?" I asked, looking over at Tiffany.
"Mommy and Daddy are away this week on vacation." Tiffany said. "We'll have free reign of my house for the next week. It'll be great!"
"Yeah...I bet..."
"Tiffany, did you bring some clothes as we asked you to?" Dr. Marsh asked.
"Oh, yeah, I did." She said, taking something out of her back pack. She handed it to me.
"Jon...apologies, Jennifer. Please follow Mr. Field, and he will escort you to the changing area. Once you've changed into your new clothes, the two of you are excused from your classes for the remainder of the day so that you may get accustomed to your new body, and set up in your temporary home." Dr. Marsh said.
I sighed and followed Mr. Field. "Chin up." he said. "It's just a week, and think of all you can take away from the experience."
I rolled my eyes, and followed him silently. He led me to a little area that was isolated by a curtain. I pulled the curtain aside and went in.
I decided not to dwell on my situation. That would just make it worse, and I didn't want to have a breakdown in the school. I put down the clothes and looked at them, in detail, for the first time.
"No way..." I said, seeing what Tiffany picked for me.
