Suddenly there's a bright flash and your field of vision changes.
You look around, bewildered by what just happened.
You're standing on the sidewalk outside your house.
You look at the house and see yourself standing in at the window looking out.
Your old self looks around confusedly, then shrugs and walks out of view.
As you shift 'your' head, you feel something soft brush against 'your' bare collarbone. Grabbing it, you see it it is a strand of long, silky hair the color of red fire.
"What the hell!" you say in a sultry feminine timbre.
Clutching 'your' throat, you feel smooth skin and oddly soft hands.
You look down to find smaller, daintier hands than you remember, their manicured fingernails painted red.
But as you look down you see something far more interesting: two large mounds pushing out from under a blue blouse.
You look up to find people staring at you. Blushing, you try to walk away, but you stumble with the heels 'you're' wearing and 'your' new center of gravity.
You manage to stumble into the alley in between your house and the one next door. A breeze blows tickling 'your' bare legs pleasantly.
"The remote worked!", you think to yourself, " I must have pressed the wrong button and now I'm in her body! But If I'm in her body, is she in mine?
Well considering my body didn't come running out here the moment it happened, there must be some kind of brainwash function that makes them think everything is normal."
When you're finally out of sight, you take inventory of 'yourself'.
You're wearing a long beige jacket with a blue blouse underneath. Several of the upper buttons are undone to give some nice cleavage to 'your' full breasts.
You grab them only to have them tingling strangely as you squeeze them.
Looking down further, You find that 'you're' wearing a short skirt that emphasizes 'your' long sexy legs.
You run a hand down 'your' svelte new body, 'your' breast and legs tingling pleasantly under your touch.
"Damn, this girl is hot,"you say in your sexy voice.
You get a strange feeling between 'your' legs, where your "little buddy" used to be, a kind of wetness.
You hesitantly reach 'your' hand down to see what is down there, slipping it under the top of your skirt.
You push down your lacy panties to find 'your' shaved mound.
As 'your' hand tickles the lips, you gasp involuntarily at the sensation.
Pulling 'your' hand out, you recompose yourself and notice for the first time the little purse hanging from 'your' shoulder.
"Maybe I can find something to figure out who this girl is", you think to yourself.
After rifling through the purse you find her, or rather 'your' student ID.
"Elizabeth O'Rourke, age 20," you read," she goes to the same university as me."
Putting the ID back into the purse, you find a small mirror and use it to examine 'your' new face.
You see a young woman's beautiful face looking a back at you, her, now your nice blue eyes complimented well by your long red hair.
"Wow," you think," This girl's really beautiful AND sexy."
You smile prettily at your reflection.
"I think I could have some fun with this," you say your smile turning mischievous...
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