Jon had to do a double take when he got to his room. He looked up and down the hall - yep, it was the right room. But as he took in the interior, everything was wrong.
Gone were his video games, his comic books, his computer, the posters for the bands and movies he liked. He crossed the threshold in his stiletto booties and took it all in. It was no longer his room. It was Sarah's. Pink bedding, walk-in closet, vanity covered in countless cosmetics, a tall mirror in the corner. Posters of One Direction, Channing Tatum, and other hot male celebrities that Jon didn't recognize. He hoped he'd never have to learn who they were.
He sighed, noticing that the room even smelled girly. His senses were being assaulted all week, but between this and his rapidly changing body, it was too much. A wave of dizziness rocked him and he stumbled to the bed. He sat there and tried to steady himself, feeling how soft and plush and smooth the bed was on the backs of his exposed thighs.
It was too much. He felt tears welling up in his eyes. She'd taken his family, his best friend, and now he was losing himself. But he had to get a grip. He forced the tears back, managing to not break down completely. He had to stay focused, it was the only way he'd be able to keep going. Besides, he didn't want to start sobbing and draw Mikey's attention.
He stood and crossed the room, grabbing some tissues from the vanity and dabbing the corners of his eyes. Luckily his mascara was waterproof and hadn't smudged - he knew he'd be lost if he had to reapply it himself. He took in his reflection in the full-sized mirror. He stared for a long time, trying to find any trace of his old self, but there wasn't any. Not a single freckle of his Jon body remained. And the feeling between his legs as he stepped closer confirmed it. Every cell in his body was now identical to Sarah's.
And as he looked he realized something else. He'd always thought Sarah was hot (much to Karyn's chagrin). He'd seen her in this outfit before, and even quick glances in the hallway at school had sent his hormones raging. But now, up close and very, very personal, staring in the mirror, he didn't feel the slightest bit of arousal. Sure, he recognized how hot this body was. But the response this time was... pride. Confidence. That feeling scared Jon more than any of the physical changes had.
Was his mind changing like everyone else's? He thought hard. He still remembered his mom, his dad, Zoe, Mikey, Karyn... everybody. He remembered how things had been just a week a go. And he missed it. A lot. He missed his body. And that, actually, made him feel better. Maybe his mind wasn't changing, thank god. Maybe this was just the rush of hormones in a new body. He hoped his newfound pride was the extent of it. It could help him blend in, and get closer to Sarah.
And with that thought, a plan began to form in his mind. Everyone else would be just as indistinguishable from Sarah as he was. He could get close without her even knowing he was really Jon! But then again, he was going to have just as much trouble finding the "real" Sarah now.
There had to be some way back. A town full of prissy teenage girls wouldn't be able to sustain itself. Sarah was smart enough to realize that. He just hoped she'd come to the right conclusion sooner rather than later.
