This choice: Switch with one of Alyssa's friends • Go Back...Chapter #39Switched and Besandwiched by: rugal b.   "What if I, uh, switched with him? The guy you like... uh, she likes I mean?" you ask, deciding to at least broach the subject.
Sydney -- or maybe it's better to think of her as a Alyssa -- pulls back a bit. "If you wanted to, then that's fine I guess," she says. Suddenly, though, a small smile forms on her lips. "Are you worried you wouldn't look good with me or something?" she asks.
"Um, well, no; not that. It's just--"
"Just what?" she asks with a quizzical look. "I told you, Will, I want to be your girl. I don't care if you look like him or not, either," she says, "and it's not gonna change no matter who I look like."
She squeezes you and you're surprised at how tight it is. Alyssa certainly looks like she's not lacking in strength but feeling it firsthand... But then she pulls you in close and kisses you. On the mouth. With tongue. Your brain explodes and your dick almost does the same thing for the gorgeous head of the Eastman cheerleading squad, Eastman's equivalent to Chelsea Cooper, is sitting on your lap and making out with you.
By the time she's stopped and pulled away, you figure that there's no point in even wondering about what to do.
"I guess I don't need to switch with him," you mutter in your dazed state.
"I mean, we can keep him in mind for later," she says, "but after we've built our coven. I'd rather focus on that first."
"Yeah, sure," you reply. "I guess I should probably get out if it's close to lunch time for you then."
"You can wait here, you know. My parents are out for the day."
"I need to grab stuff from the basement though," you tell her.
Alyssa pushes herself off of you, much to your disappointment. "Give me the key and I'll leave a little early to pick it up," she replies. "Seriously, just wait for me here? I want you to just relax a little, Will."
You take your keys out of your pocket, remove the one for the basement and hand it to your disguised girlfriend. However, you have no intention of just waiting around in the house of a girl who you don't even know for an indeterminate amount of time and you share that sentiment with her. "I can go get lunch or something," you say, "I probably need to clear my head and get ready for this anyway."
"Mhm, fine then," she replies as she leads you back out to the front door. She stops before opening it however and grasps your hands. "I won't be all that long, maybe an hour. Are you sure you don't want to wait here? You can help yourself to whatever's here if you want lunch."
You're not sure why she's insistent on you being here but you figure that it's maybe because she feels a little nervous after not being able to immediately get Alyssa's memories and everything. It could have put a dent in her confidence and perhaps she wants you around for a little bit of security in case she messes something up. But she pulled the switch off last night without your assistance so you know that she'll be fine and likely as she's with Alyssa's friends, those doubts will vanish.
So you insist on doing what you said. "It's fine, really. I'd just be bored here anyway waiting for you," you tell her.
"Okay, well, I'll text you once I'm back here. I'll try and keep whoever it is I can get back here entertained until you get here," she says. "Just text me when you're close."
"Yeah, will do."
"Thanks," she replies before leaning in and kissing you again though on the cheek this time. "I'll see you in an hour, then."
You head out the door and have to stop yourself from throwing your fist up in the air in celebration. It would be enough to be dating a girl like Sydney McGlynn but to share this whole magic thing with her? For her to be willing to be so close and intimate with you under the guise of Alyssa Randall or whoever else? You wonder if Alyssa's friends are as hot as her. You might be with some of them, you might be them.
You almost shudder with excitement as you back out of the driveway, put your truck in gear and head off to get some lunch. For a moment, you wish that you could meet the person who created the book and shake their hand.
* * * * *
You're not really sure where to take lunch and, without really thinking, are surprised when you end up at Besandwiched, a small coffee and sandwich shop near the university. With its occult theming and sandwiches with names like "Thelema Turkey" it is certainly the kookiest and most esoteric of them all and one that you generally try to avoid. But maybe it's the fact that everything with this book has you so jazzed up that you feel it only appropriate to stop in.
You place your order at the counter and take a seat, looking at your phone as you do. In light of the excitement from earlier you decide to browse Alyssa's social media pages and are unsurprised that she seems to be quite popular. What does surprise you, though, is the variety of people she seems to be with. You see one from a week ago, a picture with a few other girls captioned lunch w/ the girls!!!, and wonder if this is that group that Sydney was talking about. You look at them, curious as to which of them you'll wind up being.
But there's pictures with cheerleaders, pictures with some basketball players and other athletes, ones with random girls and on and on. Unlike Chelsea, who seems to make due with largely associating with her circle, Alyssa seems to cast a wide net. But you suppose that makes sense for a gossip.
"You had the Hermetic Ham Club?" comes a voice.
You look up from your phone to see a girl -- around your age it looks like but you don't recognize her -- standing over you, a plate in her hand. She doesn't seem to be waiting impatiently but there's a certain look in her eye as she stands there; she's looking at you but it's more like she's looking past you.
"Oh, yeah, that's me," you say taking the plate. "Is, uh, there something on my shirt or face or... behind me?" you blurt out, turning around on instinct.
"No. I wasn't staring or anything. Enjoy your sandwich."
"You too," you say absentmindedly before wanting to hit your head against the desk.
"Uh huh," she snickers before walking away.
You sit there for the next little while eating your sandwich and messing around on your phone before eventually getting a message from Alyssa's number saying she's back. You'd already paid when ordering so you finish off the last of your sandwich and stand up. You're a bit relieved too because you're fairly sure that you caught that girl who served you looking over at you a few times while you sat. Probably to take another look at the idiot who thought she was staring at him and then said something dumb and awkward.
Better to be out of here, then, and make to someone more familiar even if she's in unfamiliar skin.
You intend to text Alyssa when you're close but you somehow manage to avoid hitting any red lights and so wait until you've arrived to tell her that you're there. She responds with a thumbs up emoji and says she'll let you in.
"She's in my room," she whispers as she opens the door and hands you a mask. "We don't have one of you right? Sit on the couch and put it on. I'll chat with her back there while it copies you."
You do as she says and when you come to, she's standing over you. "I'm gonna go back in my room and do the thing with it while it copies here," she says. "I'll call you when it's done."
So you wait and wait and finally receive a text on your phone telling you to come back. You're barely through the door when everything goes dark.
* * * * *
You apply the finishing touches of makeup to make sure that your lips and large, hazel eyes are highlighted well. You're dressed simply but stylishly in dark pants and a dark blouse that you finish with the addition of a snazzy little jean jacket. Your figure is slim though your breasts are a little larger than average. Your hair falls long and straight and its dark chocolate color contrasts strikingly with your light, almost porcelain, skin.
The face that greets you in the mirror walks a fine line between pretty and cute. You reach a hand up to delicately stroke and touch it, hardly believing that its yours.
"So how is it?"
Alyssa's voice snaps you out of your reverie, causing you to quickly turn around, hair flying as you do.
"It's amazing," you reply in a voice that's soft and breathy. "I mean, I know what the masks can do but just actually using it to become, you know, a girl..."
Not just any girl either but Madeline Elena Caron, Maddy to almost everyone. A popular Eastman girl, member of the mock trial club and a close friend of Alyssa Randall as part of her formally informal gathering of gossips. Going from stinky old Will Prescott to this is nothing short of breathtaking, you have to admit.
Alyssa walks over to you and puts an arm around you. You shiver with excitement as she uses that hand to play with your hair while pressed against you.
"Welcome to the Sisterhood, Maddy," she says in a low voice. "Hope you enjoy the experience." You have the following choice: 1. Continue |
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