Jon yawned as he made his way back across the street to Sarah's house. He felt much more tired than he had earlier. Maybe magic took it out of you. Fortunately, she only lived a few doors down. The idea of a trek across town in this body certainly didn't appeal to him. He sighed. At least the history test was second period the next day. He could just get a good night's sleep, make it through geography, take the test and get back to normal.
As he approached Sarah's house, he was slightly concerned to see that no lights were on. It was getting quite late and he knew that Sarah's lack of pockets meant she hadn't brought a key. It was dark, but it wasn't unreasonably late. Was the house locked up? Were her parents in? He didn't fancy anything other than a quiet entrance. Talking to her parents and pulling of a convincing 'Sarah' was low on his list of priorities.
It was with relief that Jon reached the house and saw the door was propped open with an empty milk bottle with a note in it. He crept in and closed the door behind him. The note was from Freddie. It seemed Sarah had him doing her chores for her. The girl was truly a manipulative bitch. Well, at least he knew she would be getting a low history test grade!
Once inside, Jon was lost, he had no idea where Sarah's bedroom was and he didn't know whether anyone else was at home. He guessed not, given the milk bottle, but he didn't want to risk waking anyone, nontheless.
Creeping stealthily from room to room he found Sarah's rather more easily than he had expected. There didn't seem to be anyone else at home--or at least the master bedroom was empty. Sarah's room was the obvious one: it was filled with horrid girly stuff that was her through and through.
Once inside, Jon switched on the light and stared at the bed, wondering what to do. He just wanted to go to sleep and get the whole ordeal over with as quickly as possible, but he had to at least get undressed for bed. He realised he had a chance to see what half the high school were gagging to get a look at. Sarah was very attractive after all. He stood feeling guilty for a moment and decided what the hell. It was her own fault he was in this situation anyway. He stripped off his clothes and stodd naked in front of the full length mirror. Sarah was, indeed, what could only be described as a babe; it was just a shame she came with the less than pleasant personality. Her outfits never left too much the imagination, but seeing the whole package in its birthday suit was something else entirely. Looking in the mirror Jon found he could easily forget that what he was seeing was currently his own reflection. Sarah's body had curves in all the right places and not an ounce of fat on her. All that cheerleading obviously kept her in shape. Her famous breasts were, if anything, slightly too large for her slender frame, a 34D according to the bra he had just removed. Jon reckoned a C-cup probably would have been perfect, but her group of flunkies seemed to like them well enough and she certainly used her best asset to her greatest advantage.
Realising that looking at his reflection for any longer would probably cause things to happen that he had no interest in experiencing, Jon found a pair of pyjamas, pulled them on, switched off the light and climbed into bed. He found that breasts made finding a comfortable position slightly harder, but soon he had drifted off with troubled thoughts.
