It might help to know who I'm supposed to be, I thought weakly as I stood up. Slowly, my legs shaking beneath my unsteady form, I made my way toward the mirror. For a moment I closed my eyes, afraid of what I might see. Finally, I opened them and gasped. I'd known I wouldn't see my own reflection, but I'd never expected to see
"Oh my God," I whispered trying extremely hard to reconcile the image in the mirror with my previous world view. After a minute or two I decided it just wasn't going to happen. I'd never met Tiffany Sanders personally, but I knew her by reputation. Actually, everybody in the school knew her by reputation. Not to put too fine a point on it, Tiffany was widely regarded as the sluttiest girl in the school. She was eighteen and a senior, a year ahead of Karyn and me and a good amount of the graffiti I'd seen in the men's room in school had related to her in some way or another. Slowly I touched a palm to my smooth cheek, watching in open mouth horror as the girl in the mirror did the same thing. How the hell had this happened.
The wish! my mind screamed. How could I have been so stupid? I'd watched Karyn make a mess of her own physique because of an impulsive and poorly worded wish and then I'd gone home and done something even dumber. What had I been thinking? Wishing for something interesting to happen? Could I have been any more vague? Stupid, stupid, stupid! I screamed inside. What was I going to do? There had to be a way to fix this
A scary thought began to creep into my mind. What exactly was this? Had I swapped bodies with Tiffany, or was this something else entirely? I had to find out, and there was only one way I could think of to accomplish that. Everything else aside, I had to get a hold of that stone. I could find out what had happened and maybe, I mean the wish had been pretty damned vague, I could figure out how to return things to normal. As plans and ideas began to form behind my eyes, I began to calm down a little and took a quick moment to admire my reflection.
Tiffany was a first class hottie. I couldn't deny that. Her hair was long and blond, flowing like a river over her petite shoulders. She had dark blue eyes and her skin was flawless. Some might have thought her nose a little too small and maybe while they were at it they might have said something to effect of her lips being a little too large, but I thought she looked pretty damned well, pretty. Her body was another story. Nobody would argue about whether or not it was attractive. Her breasts seemed large but suited her lean frame quite well, and the rest of her body curved in all of the right places, trailing down to a set of long, silky smooth legs. I won't lie. Part of me wanted to tear her shirt and underwear off right then and there and take a better look, but there were more important things at stake than my perverse curiosity.
"Okay," I whispered, "It's going to be okay Jon. You'll figure this out." I still had a hard time dealing with that feminine voice vocalizing my thoughts. It was almost as though I was listening to somebody else say my words out loud. One thing was for sure, I sure as hell didn't want to go to school today. On the other hand, it would be the perfect opportunity to try and figure out what was going on with my body. Torn, I stepped away from the mirror and took a deep breath.
In an ill-considered attempt to get my bearings I decided to explore the room a little. If I was going to play the part, even only for what I hoped would be the next few hours, it would help to get to know myself a little better. In a few minutes I'd have to get dressed, but I wasn't quite ready to deal with that particular hurdle yet. I was still trying to get used to how this body moved. Even something as basic as walking was a completely different ball game with my new proportions, not to mention the fact that I couldn't feel my equipment downstairs was making me a little uncomfortable.
Though I felt like an intruder, I started looking through her possessions. Her CD collection alone was enough to make me that much more eager to regain my old form. There was a lot of Britney, some Christina, and a Timberlake in her library to name a few. Nothing that I could see myself listening to without a gun pointed at my head. Her book collection was non-existent but there were magazines galore. Cosmo and Seventeen dominated her collection. I shook my head slowly as I sat down at the desk next to the bed. I thought about flipping on the computer, but decided against it. I didn't want to become too involved at this point. Opening one of the drawers, I noticed a few things. I picked up the peach-colored dome shaped cup and held it in my hand, scrutinizing it. I wasn't sure what it was, but it had the feel of latex about it and felt extremely flexible. Setting it back down, my eye was drawn to something else. Still in its box, the receipt sitting atop it, was a home pregnancy test.
My heart began to race. Calling Tiffany easy, at least according to the grapevine, was an understatement but could she actually have gotten herself pregnant? What if she had, and what if I was stuck in her body? The idea of spending the rest of my life was in this girl's body was already enough to send shivers down my spine. I couldn't even imagine the idea of going through a pregnancy and giving birth. That was it. I had to fix this, and I had to do it today! With a new resolve, I stood up. A thought occurred to me. Glancing at the clock on my night stand, I realized that I or Jon, wouldn't have left his house yet.
Cautiously, unsure what terrors awaited me outside the bedroom, I made my down into the kitchen. I'll say this for Tiffany, her family must have been fairly well off because she had a nice house. The kitchen was large and open with a long wooden table in the center. On the wall, next to the fridge, I found the phone. My hands shaking, I picked up the phone, noticing for the first time the red polish that coated my nails. Just one more oddity.
I dialed my phone number and waited for the ringing to stop.
I recognized my mother's voice when she answered and barely managed to stop myself from calling her by that title. "Hello," she said.
I took a deep breath. "I was hoping Jon hadn't left yet. I'm " I paused. What was I exactly? " a friend," I finally settled on. "I need to talk to him before he leaves. It's really important."
"Just a minute," she said, and I heard her holler for Jon, holler for me.
A few seconds later, I had the most surreal experience I'd ever had in my life. "This is Jon. Is this Karyn?"
I froze. He sounded so calm, so normal. In short, he didn't sound like somebody who was having an identity crisis, or any kind of disorientation whatsoever. He sounded like I would have sounded if I'd received a phone call on my way out the door.
"Jon," I finally said quietly, my body starting to shake.
"Yep," he said. "Who is this?"
"Wrong number," I said quickly, slamming the phone back on the receiver. I was starting to worry a little now. If that wasn't me I'd just spoken to then it was somebody who was extremely comfortable playing the part. Something was extremely screwed up here. I couldn't just approach whoever it was and tell them what was going on. If it were me, I'd assume that the girl talking to me was Tiffany and something had messed up her mind. Then I'd use the rock to try and return her to normal, and I so did not want that.
What if that was the case though? What if I'd just spoken to the real Jon, and I was some kind of psychological clone? Or, what if I was really Tiffany and something had happened to my mind? But then how would I know something was wrong, and how would I know about the rock? There were too many questions, and only one thing in the world that could provide me with any answers. I had to get to the rock, and to do that I was going to have to get close to Jon, and I would have to do it without letting on that something was wrong because I didn't want him to get suspicious. I knew he'd be at school today, so that was where I was going to have to go. I didn't relish the idea of posing as the school slut, but it might be the only way to return things to normal.
As if on cue, I heard the doorbell ring. Not thinking about the fact that I was still only wearing a thin t-shirt and a pair of rather flashy underwear I walked over and answered the door. Standing on the other side was
