...Sarah McMillan. He stared at the mirror, checking out his body. He smiled glad that he hadn't lost his large breasts or smooth skin and the curvy figure that he loved. He paused, then carefully slid a hand down his boxers, sighing in relief that he hadn't grown a penis during the night. With a shrug, he grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom to shower.
Of course as he and everyone else had only swapped bodies, their personalities were unchanged, as were their wardrobes, so when he returned from his shower, instead of pulling on panties, bra and an outfit that Sarah would have worn, he pulled on a pair of boxers, his favourite pair of worn jeans and a tee-shirt. Still wondering what the interesting thing would be, he headed downstairs to where his mother was preparing breakfast for everyone while his father and sister showered.
