Sarah ran over to one of the junky-looking cars parked along the street and looked at her reflection in the window.
She recognized the reflection right away. It was that Lashawndra Jones girl, the one who called her earlier that evening. She didn't know how it was possible, but it seemed that she was inside Lashawndra's body!
But ... if Sarah was inside Lashawndra, then who was inside Sarah?
Lashawndra looked down at her white body and smiled. It worked! She was now inside the body of Sarah McMillan. She was Sarah McMillan, as far as anyone knew. Well, except for Sarah. But even if that bitch tried to convince people of who she was, they probably wouldn't believe her. Who would?
She placed her white hands on her shirt over her breasts and felt them up. They were only a little smaller than her own, so she wouldn't need to get used to them. Her ass, on the other hand, was practically flat compared to the ghetto booty she had before and she definitely would have to get used to having blond hair, but that was a small price to pay for taking Sarah's place.
Someone honked a horn, grabbing Lashawndra's attention. She turned and saw one of Sarah's preppy bitch friends - Erika Weber. She approached the girl's car.
"Come on, Sarah. Get in. The girls are waiting at the mall for us."
Lashawndra smiled, then got in the car.
