Excited I somehow still managed to swiftly get to sleep and soon, at least it felt soon, I was waking up to the sound of banging on my door.
"Zoe, get up!" shouted someone on the other side.
"Fuck off," I shouted end, throwing a pillow at the door. With a sigh I got up and stretched. I looked around, surprised at where I'd found myself. The black walls, purple sheets and multitude of gothic ornaments was a dead giveaway. I was now my own sister Zoe, and from the sound of the voice, she was now Jon.
"Interesting," I mused checking myself out in the mirror. I hadn't swapped bodies, just lives by the look of my reflection which was my old one, but wearing Zoe's black lacy bra and panties and smeared eyeliner around my eyes. A groan from behind me attracted my attention.
"Hey, time to get up," I said, prodding my boyfriend Trevor who was hiding under the covers asleep. I barely suppressed a smile at the thought - my boyfriend, never thought I'd say that when I was Jon.
