Jack awoke to the sensation of his shoulders being shaken. When he opened his eyes, he was still trying to blink the sleep out of his eyes. Still, he managed to spy a rather well-endowed brunette girl of about 15 or 16 years of age looking straight at him. She had a lime green colored bra on, but aside from that she topless. Her long brown hair hung freely over her shoulders and it looked like she had some minor make-up on. Aside from that she appeared to be reaching out with both her arms and touching Jack.
The brown haired girl proceeded to shake Jana by the shoulders again while saying: "Wake up Jana, Wake up!"
Jack opened his eyes again momentarily. At the same time, he was trying to figure out who this "Jana" person was, and why this girl was shaking him. He looked at her for a moment and tried to place her. He was trying to remember her name and who she was, but all the events of his afterlife experience were still clouding his mind. Suddenly, Jack remembered a few of his choices... his choice in gender, comlpexion, hair color, bust size, and even his libido. Suddenly, with all those memories flooding back into his mind Jack realized he was no longer Jack... and more than likely he was the "Jana" this brown haired girl was trying to rouse.
With that realization came another round of shaking from the brown haired girl. "Jana, Jana, hurry up and, like, wake up or you're going to be late for school."
Jack, sat up in the bed. It wasn't a brisk motion, but one that was followed by the sudden sensation of pain. He reached his hand up to hold his pounding head. "Ooohhhhhh, my head, like, hurts SO bad!" Jack announced. As much as Jack was realizing that he was now a she, the strange voice associated with his announcement was quite a shock. It was high and femmy and not at all like the old baritone male voice he had in his prior life.
The strange girl who had been shaking her for the past few minutes let go of Jana as she finally awoke and stabilized herself. She appeared to be mildly amused or maybe satisfied at the fact that he had finally awoken The brown haired girl got up from the bed, and proceeded to walk to a desk with a mirror on it, near the end of the bed.
Jack noticed the girl was quite stunning. She had wide hips and a narrow waist. Her well endowed upper half gave her a body most women would kill for: a perfect hour glass shape. Her long brown hair hung down to the center of her back and she wore a pair of skimpy lime green panties that matched her bra. The desk was covered in more cosmetic products than Jack had seen in an average drug store. The girl sat down on a chair near the desk, positioned herself appropriately, and with her back turned to Jana and proceeded to put on her make-up. While doing so, she stated: "You know, it like totally does not surprise me," referring to Jack's pounding headache, "I mean, with the amount you had to drink last night, I'm almost shocked you're even awake. Now Jana, I know this will probably be difficult, but you've got less than 45 minutes to get your tush out of my bed and get ready for another day of high school."
Jack looked up at the girl as he let go of his pounding head. Some strands of straight, red hair fell into his view. As he moved his hand away from his head he noticed his hands and how delicate they appeared to be. He also noticed how thin his arms were. Then he noticed his nails. They appeared to be painted a fire-truck red color. Suddenly, Jack felt the urge to inspect his nails. He quickly raised his other arm into view and curled his delicate fingers over his small palms and studied his red nails, on both hands, intricately. "No chips or scratches" Jack thought to himself. At that he smiled- if only for a moment as he then realized how girly he was behaving. It came naturally to Jack, but it seemed almost wrong at the moment.
"Earth to Jana!" The brown haired girl announced. She swiveled around in her chair to face Jana again, and said: "Are you going to take a shower and get ready, or what!? You're down to 35 minutes." She swiveled back to her task at hand.
Jack's attention to his nails was broken by the frantic sounding voice of the brown haired girl. He turned his attention back to her. Suddenly, it came to him. Her name was Stacey. They had been best friends for years.
A question popped into his mind. So Jack spoke again for only the second time this morning: "Stacey...
