That night Bethany Black went to sleep, blissfully unaware of what was happening around her daughter, or that she had just caused her own life to experience a mirror of it. Unlike Karyn she wouldn't have any control over it, or even know why it was happening, but all of Karyn's wishes in relation to her pursuit of her idealized combination of Jon's mind and Sarah's body would now echo loudly into the older Black's life.
The magic found its necessary components across Lakeview, finding the best equivalents to Sarah and Jon in Bethany's social circle. It was looking for a woman who's personality she hated but who she was undeniably physically attracted to, even if there was no one she obsessed over to the extent her daughter did the cheer captain, and a guy who's appearance did nothing for her but who was crushing on her and would want to pursue her after swapping into a superior form. It was quite specific, and neither were a perfect one to one fit, but the stone's magic seized upon two individuals who would do, flipping their sleeping minds and setting events in motion.
First the magic crept into the trendy modern condo belonging to Vivian Trace. Viv was more an acquaintance of Bethany's than a long time rival like Sarah was for Karyn, but was a major annoyance for the redhead that she couldn't seem to get away with. The beautiful raven haired, green eyed woman was a model and a fairly successful one. A slender frame, perky B cup breasts, big eyes and full lashes, plump lips and a butt that had stared in several jeans commercials made the woman of Italian descent a solid living standing in front of the cameras. She was hot, but her features gave her a sweet, innocent quality that could easily take in people who didn't know her better. Bethany did know her better.
For one the bitch was in her yoga class, and a pain in her ass there, constantly cycling between boasting, putting down the other women in the class, or complaining she wasn't getting enough one on one attention from the instructor. Vivian was successful, but not like McMillan rich and didn't shell out for a private instructor. She was a sought after model, but not a supermodel and there was a reason she was based out of Lakeview and not living a few hours down the coast in LA. Bethany could, and had, put up with that but then something had happened two years ago that bound her to Vivian long term.
The insipid model got the gig as the new cover model for one of Silver St Ostia, Bethany's alter ego's, new books and the thing sold like gangbusters. She appreciated the royalties but after that, her publisher had decided Vivian should be on the cover for ALL of Beth's books, regardless of how much the author disliked her personally. At this point she was even beginning to picture the admittedly sinfully attractive woman when she was writing her heroines. Most annoyingly, it had led to Vivian learning about her double identity when Bethany made the dumb decision to visit the photoshoot set, and now the irritating woman kept coyly hinting about Bethany's job in their yoga class, threatening to spill the beans on a secret Bethany tried to keep under wraps.
The worst of it, the real worst part of it, wasn't that Vivian was pulling that shit at their yoga class. It wouldn't be the end of the world if it got out there. It was that for the last six months she'd also been doing it at PTA meetings at Karyn's school, a place she DEFINITELY didn't want her reputation as an erotica writer getting spread for her daughter's sake. The background was actually a bit tragic. Vivian was only 28, really too young to have a kid attending high school, but, when her elder brother tragically passed along with his wife in a car accident, Vivian became the guardian of Scarlett Trace, a Sophomore at Lakeview Academy.
The stone didn't care about the finer details. Yes, Vivian Trace would do nicely. All it needed to do was slip the proper mind into this perfect receptacle and then start copying Karyn's other wishes to their approximate doubles in Bethany's life.
It found the answer sitting just down the street and around the bend from the Black house, in the home of Jay Duncan. Jay was a classmate of Jon and Karyn's, though slightly older from repeating first grade, just turning 18 a few days ago as their junior year wound to a close. If Jon's life had been painfully average in every way, as Sarah had discovered to her horror, Jay had the unfortunate lot of being a bit below average across the board.
He was a C- to D+ student in every class except for shop. Like his buddies Jon and Leonard he had asthma, and in his case an anemic figure; a purchase the previous year of a set of weights had utterly failed to put any muscle on. His acne was a constant annoyance and source of teasing from Biff, Steve, or the original Sarah, and he knew he wasn't exactly charismatic. He had some friends, among the other dweebs and outcasts. Leonard, Jon, Gladys, Kyla and kind of sort of Karyn, even if he wondered what the hell the attractive well off girl was doing sitting with them at lunch.
Karyn was actually something of a mild preoccupation of his, not because he had a big crush on her like Jon did, but because he'd long considered her mom to be the biggest MILF he'd ever seen. The Blacks lived in the big house up the way from his family's more modest one story affair, and the teen had long spent his nights fantasizing about the utter babe who owned it when he jacked off at night. He didn't really know Bethany Black, wasn't secretly in real love with her like Jon was with Karyn, but a strong primal attraction was there and for the magic of the stone, that would have to be enough.
Jay's mind was plucked from his sleeping form, and whisked away while Vivian's was shoved into his body. Then the magic deposited the mind of Jay in Vivian's lingerie clad body, currently partially curled around the guy she'd hooked up with at the club earlier that night. If things had been different a one night stand might have turned into a fling, but the new Vivian was going to have rather different tastes in partners and Karyn's plan to secure her own dream girl may have snowballed into eventually turning her dweeby friend Jay into her new stepmother.
