Alyssa hurriedly dressed in jeans, a tee shirt, and an old hoodie before shoving on Jon's sneakers and heading for her own home. If the male clothes she had to wear had one benefit, they were fast to put on. Ten minutes later she was creeping through her own well maintained garden towards the back door. The door swung open before she could knock and she looked to see herself, wearing her favorite robe, arms casually folded below the gorgeous breasts she'd had before waking up this morning.
"Jon, won't you come in?" Jon asked, still unused to Ms. Black's soprano sounding every time he spoke. Alyssa hurried in the door, "Why are you calling me Jon?"
"In case anyone was eavesdropping, now lets hurry up to your room before Karyn sees you." The mix matched pair scurried up the stairs. Soon they were in Alyssa's room, Jon sitting on the bed while Alyssa paced.
"This is impossible, I mean it's just impossible. It's like something out of science fiction." Alyssa muttered.
"And you only write fantasy" Jon supplied, causing Alyssa to glare at him. "Sorry, bad attempt to lighten the mood. In any case, it has to be possible because it has happened. What we need to do now is make sure we don't mess up each other's lives before we can start figuring out how to fix this."
Alyssa's shoulders sagged and she let out a sigh. "Unfortunately you're right. What do we do?"
Jon sat up a little higher, unconsciously pushing his breasts out like Alyssa would. "You need to teach me how to be Alyssa Black, and I need to teach you to be Jon Gibson. Now there's not enough time to do all of that before you're supposed to go to school, so here's what we're going to do. After Karyn leaves, I'll call the school in sick for you. You sound enough like my mom that I should be able to get away with it. Luckily I have pretty good attendance so it won't be a huge issue. Then today is all about Alyssa 101."
Alyssa wanted to protest but she really didn't have any better ideas at the moment. Besides, maybe this was a one day thing and this way she wouldn't have to go back to highschool. God forbid Jon had to go to her lunch with the showrunners on the adaptation of her Firestar series at the end of the week and acted like an oafish teenager. "Okay, well sit down at the mirror and grab my mascara, we might as well get started."
