Jon didn't have to look far, as Tiffany ( the original) was just outside, looking for Jon, when she saw him she went over to him and looked him in the eyes, she noted that Jon's hazel eyes were starting to take on her amber colouration, she also noted that he was still wearing the name tag, taking his hands in hers she said,
"I know you, like, have questions, so, like, come with me, OK? I think I can help with what you need".
Jon, desperate, for answers and, something else, readily agreed, even as the warmth of Tiffany's hands in his seemed to feed the warmth in his ( her?) loins,
Tiff led Jon through the corridors and finally to a room which Jon had never seen before, it seemed to be a sort of storeroom which had been converted into a make shift bed room, there was a bed and a wardrobe, as well as boxes and other bits and bobs all neatly stored, Jon thought that this might be connected to the Drama department - Tiff was the secretary of the Drama club so maybe she used the costume storage as one of her sexual rendezvous spots? Whatever, the need in Jon was beginning to overwhelm her ( his?) common sense.
"Strip!" Tiffany ordered, " Let me see what I am working with here"
It never even occurred to Jon that she should disobey, as the need to be naked was so strong in her that she just did it, once naked, she looked at an equally naked Tiffany, Jon was still taller than her, and Jon noticed that her skin tone was a little darker.
"I'm, like, turning into you, aren't I?" a scared but thoroughly aroused Jon whimpered
In response Tiffany wrapped her arms around Jon's neck and pulled him close, they smooched and the heat in Jon's groin became a conflagration, unable to control herself any more she and Tiff made love, carnal, animalistic and intense, as they did so the aches in Jon's hips and Joints were forgotten, the odd tingling in her ass was ignored but regardless the changes accelerated, as Jon's hips widened by inches until they were as wide as the very well endowed Tiffany, his male ass had expanded into the perfect bubble butt of Tiff's magnificent feminine derriere, his slightly paunchy belly flattened and toned to the tight abs of the sexy cheerleader and his waist narrowed somewhat , now Jon had the incredible hour glass figure and lower body curves of Tiffany, his eyes also finished becoming a golden amber shade, his skin darkened and lost body hair by the bushel load, until Jon's skin was as bronzed,as smooth and as blemish free as the original Tiffany's. Finally, his hair darkened, grew out several inches and took on the natural thick waves of the other girl.
Finally, the two got up, Jon ( Tiffany 2?) lay there, panting, the heat in her body quenched for now, as she rose up Tiffany showed her the full length mirror and the changes that had occurred, Jon began to cry, terrified that she was already too much like Tiffany, that soon the two would be indistinguishable and her fate as the school slut would be sealed. Tiffany hugged the new girl, and tried to comfort her.
"OK, so, like, I promised you answers, here they are, are you listening girl?"
A tearful nod from Jon encouraged the Cheerleader to continue
"OK, so, like, as she said, Ms Esposito is, like my aunt, she is also, like, this super smart scientist and, like, something else, she has been studying ways to like, combine magic with science, in an attempt to cure some conditions, for example, my nymphomania, but she needed a test subject, so, we needed to choose someone at random, that, unfortunately, was you, I'd been hoping it would be Steve Farber but he lucked out, anyway, you are going to be stuck as my clone for about a month, at least, while we try out the treatment on you first, if it works, I'm next, I promise you, you will be back to your old self before you graduate, and, just so as you don't worry, the school knows about this and has agreed to take this as extra credit , so your grades ought not to take a nose dive, as long as the experiment works, of course, after school has finished, I'm afraid it is up to you but I swear I will take care of you, I'm rich, or at least my family is, so you won't starve, and, besides, I'm, like, actually a genius, so if we can cure this horrible sex addiction of mine, I can finally live a life full of hope and potential for greatness. I'm truly sorry it was you Jon, you're like, the sweetest guy ever, so I hate that you will have to suffer this curse of mine but stay strong, we can make this alright OK?"
"O....OK?" Jon was trembling, tears suspended from her long eyelashes glistened in the light from the skylight, "Promise me this will be over soon, in fact, take me to your aunt, I need to hear it from her too!"
"Sure, but we need to get you dressed and, like, no way will your old clothes fit, so, the reason I brought you here is, this is where I stash my clean clothes and stuff for when I get my clothes messed up with sex, there's fresh panties and a couple changes of clothing here, let me get something for you"
Tiff was trying to be upbeat and positive and somehow that seemed to be having a positive effect on Jon.
After a moment or two of rummaging in a drawer of the wardrobe, Tiff produced a pair of plain white panties, passing them to Jon, she also passed him some wet wipes, instructing Jon to use them to 'freshen up down there'. Doing so and pulling on the panties, Jon had to admit that the feminine underwear certainly fit better than her old boxers, next Jon was handed a body spray , which was a girl's fragrance, having no choice she used it, soon the fragrance of tropical flowers and fruit filled the air, Jon recognized it as Tiffany's favourite perfume, and found herself liking it very much, which worried her a bit, next Tiff held up a pretty floral summer frock in one hand and a pair of jeans and a crop top in the other.
"Which would you like to wear, Tiff?"
"Tiff? My name isn't Tiff it's Tiff, I mean Tiff, no, My name is Tiff and I am a girl! No That's wrong, I am not a girl, I am a girl and my name is Tiffany Gibson!! What the fuck is wrong with me Tiffany, why can't I like, say my real name or gender? Am I like, becoming you , like mentally ? Like, No way!"
"It's only temporary, sorry Tiffany, but I am afraid, like, for now,you can only use the name you were given and refer to yourself as a girl, I don't , like, totally understand how my aunt has done this, maybe, you can, like, ask her?
With a defeated look, Jon, or rather Tiffany, chose the jeans and crop top, not ready for a dress yet. It took a little while to squeeze into the jeans, which were tight and made her hips and butt outstanding, no hiding those curves or the flatness of her crotch, and the crop top showed off her sexy toned midriff, there was no need for a bra yet.
As Tiffany Gibson left, Tiffany Saunders packed a few items into a gym bag and followed after her, locking the door behind her.
The two Tiffanys walked down the corridor, Tiff G a little unnerved by the naturally sexy sway of her new hips and the feeling of her soft new panties against her flat new genitalia and was further distracted by the continued aches and tingling sensations coming from her changing body.
After a few minutes they found Ms Esposito in her room, marking papers, she smiled to see the two girls and invited them in, the original Tiffany spoke in rapid Spanish to the teacher, and, despite never having learned the language, New Tiff was surprised and a little disconcerted to realise she understood at least half of what was being said.
Ms Esposito then turned to new Tiff and with a warm smile, she gently said,
"So, what questions do you have?
