(Remember that Jon has wished away knowledge of the stone for the duration of the month.)
Roger McMillan was tired, fighting his way to the top of the construction game had taken the best years of his youth. He'd done it. Nowadays he was the wealthiest man in town, but he also had a bad back and a bald spot his combover was barely hiding. It didn't help that his marriage to Susan was mostly a formality. She'd married him for his money and he was under no illusions about that. They were cordial, but it was a cold relationship. The one bright spot was Sarah, his darling daughter. She would never have to fight and scrap like he had; with the trust funds he'd set up for her, she'd never have to work a day in her life. Some might say he spoiled her, but for him, her having everything she could ever want was worth all his back aches.
That's why he was so surprised to wake up feeling light and free of pain. His long golden tresses bouncing on his fit shoulders as he literally bounced to his feet in a way he'd never done even when he'd been a kid. Wait, none of that was right. Roger looked down to see his body had somehow become a teenage girl's, with perky c-cup breasts poking out over a tight set of abs. He felt so fit! Still, this was bound to cause some commotion. He looked around for Susan only to realize he wasn't in his room. With the pink and white color scheme and the cheer leading uniform hanging in the closet, he slowly realized this was his daughter, Sarah's room. He hurriedly found her hand mirror and confirmed his suspicions when his daughter's own baby blues blinked back at him. He was about to sit down to puzzle what to do next when his own voice screaming sounded through the house.
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Jon Gibson had had a rotten spring break. His grandfather had passed away and his mom and Zoe had argued the whole car ride back from the funeral. He was looking forward to getting back to school if only for a break from his family, and a chance to hang with his best friend Karyn. He groaned and stretched his arms as sat up to get up for the day, and was caught off guard by the higher pitch of his voice. He blinked and realized two things at once. One this was not his room, and two the large breasts that poked into the bottom of his vision had not been there the night before. The room was nicer and bigger than his own, a master bedroom with a queen sized bed, although thankfully he was alone in it.
He got up to look around; this was like something out of the magic stories his grandpa had loved to tell. The room was vaguely familiar and he could swear he'd been there before. One door was ajar and John saw it led into an en suite bathroom. He hurried in as fast as he could, having trouble negotiating his lower center of gravity. When he got in he let out a girlish gasp. Styled red hair, large breasts and an ample ass, a beautiful more mature version of his best friend's face, he'd turned into his boyhood crush Alyssa Black, Karyn's mom. Karyn's mom had had her when she was a teenager herself and was only 32, quite a bit younger than most of the parents of kids their age. She'd raised Karyn as a single mother but after publishing her first novel, became a bestselling novelist. In fact one of her series had been optioned for a new HBO show and the first season was getting rave reviews. Jon had been privately worried the career success would lead to his best friend moving away.
Although as he cupped his large black bra clad breasts with his painted red nails, he realized that the decision on moving would be his now, as to all appearances he was Alyssa Black. But then, was she Jon Gibson? Jon grabbed Alyssa's fluffy pink robe and set out into the house, hoping to probe her new "daughter" for information.
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Kyla Leeson pushed platinum blonde locks out of her face before blinking her green eyes in confusion. When did she dye her hair? She sat bolt upright to discover she also wasn't in her room. This room seemed to belong to someone far more stylish than her if the vanity table covered in products was any indication. She hopped off the leopard print sheets to go look said mirror, and gasped at what she saw. Gone was the scrawny body and acne ridden face she'd seen in the mirror her whole life, and in it's place was Tiffany Sanders. She had a babydoll tee and loose leopard print sweats on, a silk night mask pushed up on her blemish free forehead.
Kyla was filled with mixed emotions at the sight. She HATED Tiffany Sanders, the cheer team vice captain was easily the worst of her bullies, even more than Sarah, and often rubbed how much prettier she was in. Worse, Kyla's long time crush Jay had a not so secret crush on the blonde, even though she treated them terribly. On the other hand, now she WAS Tiffany Sanders. She haltingly raised her painted nails to touch her sculpted cheekbones. If she was Tiffany, Jay was in love with HER now, which brought her closer to getting with her crush than she'd ever been. This could be exactly what she needed.
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Stephanie Wright, one of Zoe Gibson's goth friends, grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. For as long as she could remember she could smell the motor oil that wafted up from the garage she and her deadbeat dad lived over. That's why the scent of fresh lilacs instantly let her know something was afoot when the scent tickled her nose awake. She sat up and noticed her old cotton sheets had been switched for baby blue silk ones. Also she was taller, how was that possible. In fact everything felt different; her body was more mature and she realized she could see perfectly despite not having put in her contacts. And that vision revealed she was in a spacious and tastefully decorated bedroom, and also wearing matching baby blue silk pajamas, emblazoned with the cursive initials MRL. Was this some sort of Freaky Friday, shit?
She ran her hand through her hair, absently noting how much thicker it felt. Someone was seriously fucking with her. Then again the world had been fucking Stephanie from day one, was it any wonder she rebelled? She saw an iphone on the nightstand and she grabbed for it with her french pressed nails. The phone opened immediately to her new face and she flipped to the camera app to try and figure out who she was. The elegant face of the stuck up headmistress of Lake Valley Academy, Marianne Lafayette, stared back to her. "Well, fuck" she muttered in Headmistress Lafayette's commanding tones.
"What does Fuck mean, mommy." Came from the doorway and Stephanie snapped her head up to see an adorable toddler gazing up at her.
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Leonard Drullers had gone to sleep the night before, annoyed. They'd visited with their relatives over the break and for the last three days all he'd gotten nonstop from his parents, were unfavorable comparisons to his cousin. Kelsey's so outgoing, why don't you have more friends. Kelsey's got a perfect GPA, how could you get a C in phys Ed. Kelsey's got a full ride volleyball scholarship, maybe if you'd tried out for sports you wouldn't have to worry about paying for college and on and on. Kelsey Vanderfield was his cousin, or technically step-cousin since she was his aunt's step daughter. She attended Ivy University in Lake Valley, but Leonard pretty much never saw her outside of family gatherings.
And he woke up still annoyed. Leonard wanted to scream; he wasn't Kelsey! He wasn't an Italian beauty with dusky enchanting eyes, he thought as he blinked his dusky enchanting eyes. He didn't have silky black hair that earned him Instagram sponsorships, he thought as he ran his hands through his silky black hair. Wait what? Leonard stopped his mental rant to take stock of what he was experiencing. His breasts rose and fell and his tight core felt so different from his old flabby stomach. He looked around and realized he wasn't at home, he was in a girl's dorm room. He smirked in disbelief, it looked like he'd somehow fulfilled his parent's wish. He was just like Kelsey now.
