The next morning Jon was posing in front of the floor length mirror in Sarah's room, angling her phone to snap a pic of the outfit she'd just put on. She quickly sent it off to her old phone for approval from the original owner of her body, with a text saying, "What do you think? I gotta say I like what you picked out, it feels nice" That was a bit of an understatement, considering Jon kept smiling at her reflection. She'd never really taken pride in her appearance before, but now...
She had on a pink halter top with a big bow in the front, that curved wonderfully over her new bust. Her shoulders were bare, and she was still getting used to the feeling of the morning air on them, considering she'd never really gone sleeveless in her old body. The top was tucked into a pair of tight white pants that seemed almost painted on to her sculpted legs. For shoes Sarah had instructed her to wear a pair of white three inch heels, seeming to take some amount of glee at the thought of Jon having to negotiate high heels for the first time. Honestly though, Jon thought, as she bent one leg up in the air, posing a little, I don't mind them that much. They give me a bit of height back and really make this outfit. Sure, wearing shoes with an open toe that only really fastened with a strap around her ankle and forced her to angle her heel up was odd at first, but it had only taken a few minutes sashaying across the room for her to feel totally at ease in them. I mean, it's not like they're stilettos or super high.
Of course clothes were only the first part of her instructions for getting ready for the day. That morning she'd showered for the first time as Sarah, relishing having an ensuite bathroom all to herself with a separate spacious shower instead of having to fight with Zoe for hot water in the morning. Her new body had been interesting under the hot suds, but at least for today she'd held back from any intense exploration. She still didn't know how long she was going to be in this body, and for the moment she really needed to focus on assimilating enough of Sarah's skills and mannerisms to properly pass as her.
She'd done her new hair routine, finding the glorious golden curls it gave her to be worth all the time it took. Using the curling iron to give her the loose lovely ringlets currently spilling over her shoulders had been an adventure and something she'd needed to watch a few youtube tutorials to learn, but she'd managed. Her makeup had also been assiduously reapplied; it wasn't uber heavy but Sarah pretty much never left the house without some makeup, so Jon had been made to practice applying lip gloss, mascara, blush, foundation, and concealer for two hours the previous afternoon under the intense tutelage of Sarah over a video call. Today her lips were a soft peach that matched well with her top.
Finally there were her accessories, a few rings, a golden bracelet, and golden hoop earrings she was still getting used to dangling from her ears. When she put it all together, she couldn't deny Sarah had a great fashion sense, and she couldn't deny she looked just like Sarah McMillan wearing it. Yesterday you could have maybe argued she was Sarah's long lost twin, but now she really looked just like the genuine article. Sure, it had taken well over an hour to get ready, not counting the time spent the previous afternoon getting talked through everything by Sarah, but, seeing how radiant she was in the mirror, it felt worth it. Either way, it's a far cry from jeans and a tee shirt.
Sarah's phone, well for the moment Jon's phone, buzzed and she saw Sarah had messaged back, "You look acceptable."
Jon pouted and texted back, her thumbs moving rapidly, apparently she'd inherited Sarah's texting speed along with everything else. First was a crying emoji followed by, "Aw, you don't think I look hot? These pants really make my ass pop" Jon admired the rear in question in the mirror, loving how easy it was to twist around for a better view. Sarah's body was sooo flexible.
Her phone buzzed again, "Those pants make MY ass pop"
"at the moment, you couldn't even fit in these pants, JON" Jon shot back with a smirk. The little bit of taunting, in addition to the boasting weren't really typical of Jon, but they were absolutely typical of Sarah. She might be planning to not be a total bully like the original, but she did need to get used to acting like Sarah somewhat. Besides, Sarah had been dishing it out for years, it was only fair to return the favor a little.
"Ugh, fine, whatever. Just try not to embarrass me today" came the response, "Don't say anything stupid, stay on your guard, don't let Tiffany run the conversation, and for the LOVE OF GOD, don't buy anything uggo. If I get back to find a bunch of anime shirts and ugly ass jeans in my closet, you are over Gibson!" Jon rolled her eyes; Sarah had obviously become familiar with his new much more limited wardrobe. Jon had mostly been focusing on getting acquainted with her new situation, and had to remind herself Sarah was going through the same in reverse. Glancing about she whistled, "waking up in my old room had to be, like, a major shock for Sarah, or I mean, Jon," she corrected with a giggle.
Sarah's room was expansive and really really nice, with a big bed that was softer than anything Jon had ever laid on before, a plasma mounted on a wall, a nice desk with a brand new laptop sitting on it, the walk in closet Sarah had given her a cursory tour of over the phone yesterday, at least 4 mirrors Jon had found so far, including the floor length one she was preening in and one connected to a large vanity covered in make-up products, and more. It was easily bigger than the master bedroom at the Gibson house, and Jon couldn't begin to imagine what Susan and Richard's must be like.
Checking the time, she saw she needed to leave to pick up Amber and meet the rest of the squad for a day of shopping. She blushed a little at the thought, she was about to be trying on tons of clothes with some of the hottest girls at school without anyone being the wiser. "What am I saying," she realized with one last look in the mirror, gazing into her reflection's baby blue eyes, "I AM THE hottest girl at school now." Biting her lip, her thoughts drifted to a certain redhead and she corrected, "well, second hottest," in a low mumble. She shook her head, and pushed her long simmering crush on her best friend out of her mind for the moment, something she'd been having to do long before she ended up in the body of the head cheerleader. However, even as she grabbed her purse and stepped out into the house, trying to affect some of the real Sarah's confidence, she couldn't help frowning just a little as an unpleasant thought dampened the growing high being in her new body was bringing on. She'd felt like she had less than one percent of a chance of Karyn returning her feelings back when she was in her male body, but now that might have shrunk all the way to zero considering her new gender. After all, it's not like I'm lucky enough for Karyn to be some sort of secret lesbian...
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