The next morning Jon shot a text off to Karyn that he had to get to school early to turn in an extra credit project for history. He was lying and he was pretty sure she knew he was lying but he didn't want to walk to Lakeview with her that morning. Frankly, he was a bit afraid she'd talk him out of his plan before he could start. Karyn was his best friend; he didn't want to deceive her, but he couldn't shake the feeling she wouldn't be onboard with the big changes he was planning to make.
"I just need to get things rolling, then she'll see things will be better this way," Jon muttered to himself, as he walked into the oddly silent Lakeview. He'd left almost an hour early that morning, and barely anyone had arrived yet. Before leaving, he'd hidden the stone in the hollow of a tree in his backyard; the powers he gave himself should be sufficient and he didn't want his target to end up getting a hold of it and making a wish in the confusion of the initial switch.
Speaking of his target, he could see her now as scurried down one of Lakeview's mostly empty hallways, only passing the janitor and a few members of the lacrosse team there for a morning practice on his way. The school's guidance counselor, Penelope Dearheart, was just arriving, laying her deep purple peacoat over the edge of the reclining couch in the corner and walking around to take a seat behind her desk. Ms. Dearheart was the young, almost universally beloved counselor who Jon had decided to become. He'd chosen her for a couple reasons. As an adult and faculty member, she would give him more autonomy to carryout his plan. She was well placed for him to be able to make the exchanges and then observe the results of turning the social order topsy turvy. She was well liked and charismatic which should help him when dealing with the soon to be flipped students. However, more than anything, he'd picked her due to his massive crush/minor obsession with her. She was a crystallization of everything Jon wasn't, beautiful, beloved, feminine, and fashionable. (There were of course people like celebrities that were far more exceptional than a school counselor, but Jon had an almost myopic focus on Lakeview, at least for the moment.)
Jon licked his lips nervously as he peered at her through the small window on her door. Penelope had chosen to wear a forest green v-neck sweater that morning that strained to contain her large d cups; it was professional but still gave any onlookers a tantalizing look of her cleavage, especially when she leaned over. A silver and emerald pendant necklaced dangled in that magnificent valley. She wore a burnt sienna midi skirt with it, over nylon clad legs. You could see when looking at her firm and toned thighs the results of her collegiate swimming career. Even thought the 25 year old no longer competed, she still kept up her exercises and it showed. On her feet were brown leather boots wtih a three inch heel that helped to keep the rather short woman from being quite so towered over by the students.
Penelope felt an odd chill and looked up and tucked a strand of her glossy black hair behind her ear. She looked up from the student profile she was going over to see a student, Jon Gibson, looking at her through the window of her door. She felt strangely uneasy, but shook it off as she got up to let him in. "Must have forgotten to leave it unlocked when you came in, Pen" she chided herself as she strode over to the door.
Jon felt a momentary panic when he realized he'd been staring but now Ms. Dearheart was coming over to let him in. It was now or never. As she opened the door, he acted like he was trying to open it from the other side, gesturing at the supposedly locked handle apologetically. Then when she opened the door, he purposely stumbled forward, bumping in to her, while muttering "Penelope Dearheart, Jon Gibson, Switch" under his breath. He felt himself brush against her pillowy breasts and then the world around him reeled and spun.
(I know Penelope was a nurse in another branch, but I shifted her to the counselor position in this so she would have more reason to call students to her office, outside of a medical issue.)
