Jon continued jogging down the road in Sarah's body. He marvelled at how fit her body was, it barely wore on him as he jogged on, much unlike his own body which unfortunately didn't see that much physical exertion. He could feel his large breasts bouncing with each step, barely supported by the sports bra underneath his pink sweat top. He was amazed how light his new body felt as he ran, his new smaller feet pattering softly on the ground has he continued down the road.
Jon figured that he may as well head to Sarah's house; after all, it made very little sense for Sarah to have planned to meet anyone if she was out doing a run somewhere, so he wasn't going to have much success getting dirt on her or her friends. Not to mention that he wouldn't mind having a peek under the hood before he had to give Sarah's body back to her. It's not every day a hormone addled teenager got into the body of one of the most desirable women at school.
Jon continued jogging down the streets, he had a vague idea of where Sarah's house was but couldn't really remember exactly how to get there since he rarely visited the richer part of town. He knew Sarah lived in the richer part of town, her family ran a successful financial empire; something to do with steelworks or oil or something, but Jon never really paid attention to her that much so he didn't know the specifics.
In his journey to Sarah's house, he did learn something new about Sarah "“ namely that her taste in music sucks. If it weren't for the fact that her iPod was the only source of entertainment while he jogged, he would have turned it off in a heartbeat. But unfortunately the only thing available to him aside from listening to terrible over-hyped bands and pathetic sounding hip-hop music was to keep staring at his new breasts. He did try that for a short while though and learned that he really should pay attention to where he was running once he had an abrupt encounter with a power pole.
Jon finally found his way to Sarah's house; it was a fairly impressive structure, much better then the McMansion that the Gibson family lived in. Jon made a note to himself that he should use the rock to do something about that when he got home. Jon walked up the stone footpath to the front door and hesitated when he reached the door. He nearly knocked at the door "“ purely out of instinct. It took a second for Jon to catch himself.
Jon reached for the handle, the door was locked. He fumbled around Sarah's top, looking for where Sarah kept her house keys. He fished them out of her front pocket and looked at the keychain. There were far too many keys on the key ring to easily identify which key opened the door, but with a bit of testing Jon found the right key and the door opened.
Jon peered inside the door cautiously, looking around to see if anyone else was home. There was nothing but silence in the house. Jon walked inside and shut the door behind him. He examined the entry way to the house, it was so foreign to him, but to his body it was home. Jon walked around the house for a while, familiarizing himself with it's layout before heading upstairs. It didn't take that much deducing to figure out which room was Sarah's.
Being a typical teenage girl, she glamorized her entire room, the big pink love heart with "Sarah" engraved in it that was hanging off a door in the upstairs hallway seemed a bit too obvious to Jon. He headed to the room and pushed the door open. Once Jon was in the room, he shut the door behind himself and locked it.
Taking in the sights, he looked around her room, amazed at how pink, it was. Sarah had decorated her entire room in pinks and whites, it was insane. Jon walked around the room and examined everything closely. Sarah's room was centred around her bed, double sized which sat proudly in the middle of the room between two windows on the outer wall of the house.
Above her bed way a shelf covered in trophies. After the first few trophies, Jon got the hint. Sarah was very good at cheerleading and showing team spirit. But a few other trophies on the shelf surprised him too, including several praising academic excellence in various fields. Jon had no idea that Sarah was so good at her classes, he thought she was just a bimbo, but she really was smart.
The rest of the room seemed rather uninteresting, apart from a collection of stuffed animals sitting on the dresser opposite Sarah's bed, and the large collection of clothes that seemed to be spilling from her wardrobe, Jon couldn't find anything good worth snooping into, except for Sarah's own body. He sat himself down on her large bed and leaned back, propping himself up with his new elbows, pondering what to do next.
Jon looked down at his new womanly chest, the large D sized breasts sitting on his chest, covered in the pale pink tracksuit top and grey tank top beneath. He kicked off his sneakers and let them fall to the floor near the side of Sarah's bed. Jon reached up with one hand and unzipped the tracksuit top slowly; the jacket parted as the zipper retreated down, showing the tank top stretched to the limits to cover his breasts. Jon pulled the top free and discarded it on the bed nearby, leaving Jon looking down at his sweat-soaked top and large proud breasts standing out.
Jon stood up and walked to the mirror Sarah had mounted on her cupboard door, looking in the mirror he examined Sarah's body, marvelling at how beautiful she looked, even when he was the one looking out of her eyes. The arrogance and bitchiness that typically etched her face was far from present. Sarah's bright blue eyes and soft face were almost angelic when she wasn't scowling. Jon ran the back of his hand down his face, tracing his new jaw line down towards his chin.
It occurred to Jon as he examined Sarah's body, that he really couldn't refer to himself as male anymore, he was quite obviously female, even though he had his own male mind in the body. Jon continued to look himself, no, herself over, examining every aspect of Sarah's body before she realized that she was still soaked in sweat, even though she was only borrowing the body from the real Sarah, she really should have a shower.
Jon headed away from the mirror and towards the open ensuite door that was adjacent to Sarah's room. She very unceremoniously lifted her tank top up and over her head, discarding it on the floor as she walked into the ensuite, kicking the door shut behind her. She was not going to let an opportunity like this slip through her hands, a close-up and intimate exploration of the school's head cheerleader's body.
