The gang split up like they always do, except daphne and Velma began searching the top floor, while Fred Shaggy and Scooby began looking on the main floor. Suddenly, the gang began to feel an ominous wind flow through the house. As their stomachs turned, they had felt their souls escape their bodies, flying around like free spirits. After much panic, and a momentary pause, everyone was out cold. When everyone came to, they were all in different rooms.
“What in the world was that?” Fred asked, trying to get to his feet. Something was off, he felt lighter and a bit colder than before. “Shaggy are you there??” He yelled, his deep voice echoing in the halls. He grabbed the door frame and brushed his long, orange hair behind his ear, passing his diamond earrings on the way. “Wait a minute” he thought, “why does my hair look like daphnes?” He walked back into the room to find a full body mirror, only to see daphnes face staring back. “What happened?!?” he said, his male voice coming from daphnes body was an odd sight. After some initial panic, he began to realize his situation and knew that he had to make the most of it. He thought to himself “hmmm, wonder what I’m working with” he pulled the top of his tight purple dress forward too see his pert breast in matching purple lace bra. “This is incredible” he said, thinking that this was every guys dream. He began to feel himself up and down, cupping his breasts, playing with his hair, checking his makeup and lipstick in the mirror, while gently rubbing his new found womanhood below. He said in a deep voice “oh baby, I bet daphne would love to test out my body with hers”. As he walked out to find shaggy and hopefully mess with him, he found.... indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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