Simone stomped away, heading outside. In the distance, you vaguely hear voices. People were arriving.
The party was not really for you - it was for Simone's friends. Your parents were out, and you did have quite a crush on her... so you had 'agreed' to host a party for her and all her friends. For a teenage guy, it seemed like a great idea - invite a lot of college aged girls, have a few drinks... what could go wrong?
That is, until you woke up as a puddle.
You didn't know what had happened, or why, but you had a strange feeling that you weren't just a puddle. And now, conveniently lying right in front of you, at the door to the bathroom, was one of Simone's friends. Her heavy breathing and unmoving posture showed she had possibly pregamed just a bit too much, and had passed out just as the party started.
Anyway. This girl was lying pretty much on you, mouth open, almost inviting you to slither into her mouth. Half out of curiosity, you do just that. You slowly slip inside the girl's open mouth, pooling behind her cheek. Then slowly, to not get coughed out, you slide down her throat into the darkness. She sputters a little, and you feel yourself drawn completely into the dark, somewhere inside the girl.
Sitting, unable to see anything was boring - had you made a mistake? You stretch yourself out, and feel yourself begin to dissolve. As your molecules are absorbed into the girl's body, you feel what few senses you have fade, until...
"Blaaagh". You spit out some foul tasting liquid from your mouth. Wait a minute. Mouth? You open your eyes to the cold tiled floor of your bathroom, just ahead. And a small puddle of what looks like vomit in front of you.
"Eugh" you say, pushing yourself up onto hands and knees, and stumble into the bathroom. You have quite the headache, and already feel drunk. Except... both are fading away. Minutes later, you are coherent enough to stand yourself up, a little tipsy but otherwise alright.
Wiping your mouth with your right hand, you step forward and stare at your bathroom mirror.
"The hell?" You say. Except that in the mirror looking back at you is a pretty redhead dressed in a beige tank top. You shake your head, sending what would seem was your hair everywhere. A look down at your hands - slim, feminine - only reinforces your suspicions. It looks like you'd managed to take over that girl that had not long ago fallen into you.
You smile, an unnaturally evil smile on the pretty girl's face, and admire yourself in more detail. You had a modest sized chest, long legs and were wearing black short shorts and sneakers. A quick feel of your newfound assets hinted that you might have been wearing a bikini underneath. Fair enough, there was a pool here.
Racking your brain trying to remember where you had seen this girl before, you remember. Her name was... Jessica? Yeah, that sounded right. Freshman at the local college, friends with Simone, and known to be a bit of a party animal.
You turn around, admiring your new body. Jessica - you, for now, was pretty hot. Smiling again, you decide your next course of action.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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