With Ms. Black coaching him, Jon had managed to effectively apply her makeup, rapidly learning the ins and outs of lipstick, foundation, blush, eye shadow and mascara. Even when she didn't have something planned for the day, Alyssa Black rarely dressed down. This was followed up by getting Jon into an outfit Alyssa selected; they needed to get Jon at least looking the part so he could see Karyn out the door and get into the more intensive lessons.
Jon first slipped on some fresh undergarments, beginning with a large red bra that read 32 DD. This was accompanied by matching panties and Jon was taken aback by how comfortable the female underwear felt. Alyssa selected a dress for him to wear, petulantly hoping for some revenge over the masculine clothing she was now wearing, by forcing Jon into something overly feminine. However Jon went along with it and slipped into the short red dress with a plunging surplice neckline, the silky material feeling smooth on his more sensitive skin. He examined himself in Ms. Black's full body mirror. He looked hot, and he kinda liked that. He'd never felt attractive before, and as weird as the situation was, it was a good feeling.
There wasn't much time to sit in the moment though as Karyn would soon be waking up. Jon made the call to Lake Valley and they seemed to buy he was his mother when he said Jon was home with a cold. After that he hid Alyssa in her own closet and walked down to the kitchen. He was wearing one of Alyssa's few pairs of non heeled shoes, but his new ample hips still swayed with every step. Alyssa usually made breakfast for her and Karyn, so it was a good thing Jon new how to cook a bit.
He settled on pancakes, as Karyn had already shared Ms. Black's recipe with him when they were having a debate on the best breakfast foods. Soon Jon was bustling around the kitchen, whisking his batter and flipping the flapjacks. Karyn was lured from her slumber by the smell and soon wandered into the kitchen, unaware anything was amiss. She walked over and hugged her apparent mother, "Morning mom, breakfast smells great."
Jon felt an intense feeling of warmth from the casual hug. He and Karyn used to be physically affectionate all the time when they were children but as they got older it felt more taboo for boys and girls who weren't dating to do that and their hugs had gradually dwindled. It was nice having that affection back, even if it was in a different body.
"Thanks, sweet-pea. I hope it tastes as good." Jon directly quoted from his memories of having food at the Black household. He was still freaking out about the swap, but honestly, so far it wasn't so bad.
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Sarah was having the worst morning of her life. She'd somehow ended up in her daddy's old smelly body and as much as she complained, he wasn't doing anything to fix it. Luckily Susan was out of town visiting her sister, or she would have been hugely confused to see her husband sobbing like a teenage girl. Eventually Sarah came to the realization that the most important thing for the moment was to make sure her father didn't destroy her reputation.
For his part, Roger couldn't help but feel giddy. He bounced with every step, quite literally if he paid attention to his new chest. He could breathe with strong lungs, untainted by years of smoking. He felt fit, and young and strong in a way he'd almost forgotten. The fact that he was suddenly female was certainly an adjustment, but one he was rapidly getting used to as Sarah walked him through getting dressed. She applied his makeup, while she fretted over him getting through her cheer routine at the back to school pep rally. Still, it wasn't like they had any other options, so they decided to put their faith in muscle memory and hope he could stumble his way through.
Before he knew it, Roger was adjusting the short skirt of his cheer captain's uniform before jetting off back to highschool.
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Kyla had fumbled her way through applying Tiffany's makeup by looking up some tutorials on youtube, since her parent's didn't let her wear any. The task of selecting an appropriate outfit had been daunting before she remembered there was a back to school pep rally today and all the cheerleaders would be wearing their uniforms to school. She gulped at the prospect of doing the routine, but that was a bridge to cross when she got to it. For now, she slipped into the blue and bronze outfit and marveled for a moment at how cute she looked in it. Even hating Tiffany Sanders, she couldn't deny she was hot. Plus Kyla felt so powerful now with Tiff's muscles as she did a bicep flex in the mirror. There were certainly upsides to this. Before long it was nearing time to leave for school and Kyla scrambled to find Tiffany's purse and bookbag so she could begin her walk.
However when she picked up the purse it jangled a little and Kyla suddenly remembered that Tiffany Sanders had a car. Which meant, SHE had a car. She giggled evilly, no more walking for her.
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Luckily Amanda, the little girl who'd walked in, proved to be easily distractable so Steph was saved from having to explain the bad word to the little girl. She got her playing with blocks in the playroom she found before returning to Marianne's room. The phone she had used to check her appearance buzzed and she saw it was her own number.
"Hello, um-"
"Forget it, I know you're Stephanie Wright" Ms. Lafayette cut in. Her words, that normally would have sounded bold and authoratative from her own lips, sounded a bit whiny in Stephanie's voice. "Obviously something has happened to switch our bodies. Is my daughter okay?"
"She's fine." Steph shot back, "I've got her playing in the playroom."
"Good. I don't want to confuse her with what's going on. I'm on my over to my house so we can figure this out. In the mean time, can you get her breakfast?" there was a slight pleading to Marianne's voice.
"Of course," Stephanie responded. She might not care for Ms. Lafayette, but for the moment they needed to work together. Besides, Amanda seemed like a sweet kid.
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Leonard was having the strangest dream. The rolls of flab that normally encased his midsection were somehow replaced by Kelsey's toned stomach. He felt light and graceful as he walked around her dorm room. This dream really seemed realistic. He was wearing purple sweats and a blue frilly bra. It seemed Kelsey had a single, so there were no roommates in his dream, so Leonard was left alone marveling at his appearance. Kelsey was half Italian and her tanned skin and dark wavy hair reflected that. Dusky brown eyes mesmerized Leonard as he stared in the mirror.
Suddenly his dream was interrupted by a rapid knocking at the door. He wandered over and answered it, only to be confronted with the heavily sweating, heaving version of himself who asked, "Leonard! Why are you answering the door in my bra?"
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