The orgasm came on with no warning whatsoever.
Karyn had just gotten out of the shower, kinda late this morning given how much of said shower was clouded by thoughts of beating herself up over what she'd texted with Jon. "No reason," I said! Karyn fumed internally. How is Jon supposed to know I have feelings for him if I can't even honestly talk about my feelings on Sarah? She's a BITCH, and Jon agrees, I knew that! Just a shallow narcissistic slut with some of her daddy's money, and if she didn't happen to be prettier than I am, he'd NEVER gawk at her the way he gawks at her, right? Ugh! I should've just made something up!
Honestly, while suddenly cumming her brains out with no stimulation whatsoever was quite the unexpected surprise, Karyn wasn't in much of a mindset to properly expect anything at that particular moment. Her thoughts were a jumble: on the one hand she was stressing herself out over how to impress Jon, on the other she was fanning her hatred for Sarah, and on a third she was wrestling with a comb for the first time in memory. Her old red hair was thick enough to destroy a comb and short enough not to need one, so it was a surprise to see she had one in her bathroom now, along with a different assortment of hair care materials. The more logical part of her mind was occupied with figuring out what her "new" routine was supposed to be, at the same time as the emotional part of said mind wondering if Jon would compare her unfavorably to Sarah if she messed it up, and together they kept Karyn in a world of her own until the sudden clenching in her pussy reminded her about the rest of the actual world.
She was running a comb through a tangle just before it began, and when it began she nearly tore that whole clump of hair out by the roots. Instead she just left the comb dangling there while the freed arm went to steady herself against the ceramic countertop. The other arm dropped her towel, and together the two of them went stiff and kept her upright, albeit hunched over the sink, because her legs were suddenly wobbling violently and would have given out if her arms hadn't saved her. The clenching upper regions of said legs were being thoroughly rehydrated, and Karyn let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a scream as it happened. She tried looking in the mirror to see what was happening, but that turned out to be unhelpful because the greater part of her vision saw only stars. She wasn't just cumming, she was cumming HARD, long and hard enough to black out from the overwhelming pleasure. Her eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out and she fought to stay conscious, but she couldn't.
For a second, everything was black, numb static. Her mind perceived only orgasmic sensation, not thought.
Then, slowly, the world started coming back to her. She was panting hard into her hands as she came down, and could feel her cheeks burning red against them, along with the wet patch between her thighs rolling down to her chair. Her eyes were closed, but nevertheless, Karyn already knew something wasn't right.
Slowly, apprehensively, Karyn's eyes fluttered open. Blue eyes; they hadn't been blue before. She was sitting at a vanity, a big, luxurious vanity with a full spread of expensive-looking makeup set out before her, and gentle light illuminating her new face like a supermodel. The whole place was luxury, Karyn realized, full of soft pinks and sleek whites and modern art decor that altogether looked like an interior designer trying to get a cover picture for his portfolio. From outward appearances, it looked like she had had her brain-shattering orgasm while just sitting there in those expensive surroundings, hands clasped over her mouth to stifle her moaning, a tube of mascara still held between her daintier fingers, the brush expertly kept just away from her pretty face. Even the vanity chair felt comfier, softer than it should have been; or else Karyn's ass had changed to give her more padding, or both. After all, Karyn wasn't herself anymore.
On the other side of the mirror, with hands slowly moving away from her face in time with Karyn's own, and a look of recognition coming over her face just like Karyn's own, was Sarah McMillan. If the mirror wasn't lying to her, Karyn was now in the body of Sarah McMillan.
Karyn watched her own realization start to grow on Sarah's face. "Jon!" she cried aloud.
Across town, Sarah was hunched over a bathroom sink, unwilling to look her own reflection in the eye. A dropped towel pooled around her feet, and she was naked, red in the face, and breathing hard. She was coming down from the orgasm and alone, but the humiliation of it still burned fresher than ever.
"Oh my god... Oh my god..." she muttered, shock still gripping her tightly. One moment, she was sitting in front of a vanity, putting on her face for the day like she always did, and the next she was cumming until she fainted, and waking up doubled over in this very bathroom. She had no idea what the fuck kind of dream this was supposed to be, but she wanted to wake up. She pinched herself. She did not wake up.
Finally, Sarah composed herself. She took some deep breaths (deliberately this time), stood up straight, and made herself look right in the mirror to see what the damage was.
It took her a minute to recognize what she was seeing. The face was familiar, but wasn't Karyn supposed to be blonde? This version of Karyn had a careless mess of short, wavy red hair, and she didn't seem busty enough. Nevertheless, the longer she looked the more convinced she that it was her, or at least some alternate universe version of her.
But why? Why on Earth was she in the body of Karyn Black? HOW on Earth was she in the body of Karyn Black!? Why the fuck, out of all the possible people on this planet she could've been, did she swap with Karyn Black!? Karyn was such a BITCH! She wished Jon could see it: Karyn was just an angry weirdo tomboy that didn't know her place, and if she didn't happen to have met him before Sarah did, he'd NEVER hang out with her the way he hangs out with her, right? Ugh! Sarah was disgusted!
Honestly, while suddenly cumming her brains out with no stimulation whatsoever had been quite the shock, Sarah found herself quickly rallying from the initial fear response to indignation. Her mind was suddenly racing at the problem from all sorts of different angles: On one hand, Magic exists. Shocking, but a dead end, at least for now. On the other hand, someone had done this! They had to have, people don't just randomly orgasm and then switch bodies, but then who was behind it all? Sarah didn't know Magic, but she did know People, and right then she was furiously trying to think of who it was, how to get back at them, and how to get them to change her back.
"... Could it be Jon?" she muttered aloud.
It would make sense if Jon were behind this, Karyn mused while trying to look for Sarah's school stuff and car keys. And not accidentally, either, he probably did this on purpose! Karyn had suspected for a long time that Jon just didn't find her attractive, and least not attractive enough to ever make a move on her. But Sarah? Sarah was hot! She was bitchy, entitled, self-absorbed, and couldn't possibly be friends with Jon, but damn her, damn it all, she was hot! Jon was nice and all, but he was also a straight guy. What if he never made a move on her because secretly he wanted Sarah more? Maybe Karyn was just being paranoid, but what if that really was the way things were?
At least, the way things were before Jon got a magic wishing stone. With the Stone, there wasn't any reason Jon couldn't have the best of both worlds if he really wanted. Karyn's friendly personality, in Sarah's curvy body... an image came to mind of Jon all over her, throwing himself at Karyn in the way she'd always wanted him to, whispering sweet nothings into her ear while audaciously getting her pregnant with their child. Karyn sighed dreamily; if she hadn't literally just passed out cumming, she might've slipped some fingers into her panties and started rubbing herself at the thought. Oh, how sweet the fantasy! And how spicy the Schadenfreude! Karyn couldn't help but grin wickedly at the thought of Sarah somewhere out there, realizing that without her big bouncy tits and big blue eyes, Jon was as good as hers! She snickered, and climbed into Sarah's car.
Sarah couldn't help but grin wickedly at the sight of herself in the mirror. So, Jon was probably into redheads, that was new information; thus she just needed to touch up his bestie's body until it was something he could really fuck, and that was coming along nicely! Karyn had never exactly shown herself off, to the point that Sarah was surprised just how little bra filling she had naturally, but that wasn't anything a little padding couldn't fix! A few extra layers of bra and some folded up socks later, Karyn's body had curves, and was dressed more nicely than Sarah had ever seen it. Why did she even keep that ratty old jumper? It didn't flatter her! What a dumpy old weirdo, Sarah thought to herself while rifling through Karyn's abysmally spartan makeup collection for something to wear. THIS is exactly why you never had a chance with him! Sarah knew better than Karyn ever did how to drive the boys crazy, and she found herself biting her lip thinking of how Jon would react when he saw the new and improved Sarah McMillan wearing his best friend's body like a supermodel!
Admittedly, this wasn't the best she could do, not without her choice of fashion and makeup at hand, but she still looked leagues better than that tomboy bitch ever had! She batted her pretty black eyelashes at the mirror, blew it a kiss through her voluminous red lipstick, and posed to throw herself a saucy, smoldering look. Not bad, given how little time she had to get ready after the swap, and at any rate she couldn't wait to see the look on Karyn's face when she saw what her body could've been! She snickered, and ran out Karyn's door.
