Mark put the strange book under his arm and walked over to the materials they had been using for their class project. "I guess we should finish this up." he said sadly.
Alyssa's jaw fell. "You've got to be kidding! How can you just go back to that boring plant stuff when...when..." she gestured down to her new young male body, "THIS has happened to us?!?!?"
Mark cocked his head and gave Alyssa an annoyed look. "What else can we do? According to this stupid book we're stuck like this for a month, if not longer!" Mark shuddered, the thought of being Alyssa Andrews for a month was terrifying enough; the thought of being her permanently was all much too much to bear! Mark held the book up. "Look, we'll look this thing over, see what we have to do, carry on as best we can...when we get back to normal I don't want my grades all screwed up because you got hysterical!"
Alyssa threw up her new male arms and let out an exasperated breath. "This is a nightmare!" She stomped over and sat Mark's short, thin male body down on a stump. "Fine, do the stupid assignment. Just don't expect me to help you!" She crossed Mark's former arms and pouted.
Leaving Alyssa to sulk, Mark walked along the trail with his notes an pen. More than a little annoyed, he threw himself into the school assignment and started gathering specimens. Each step reminded him of his bizarre new predicament. The strange sway of Alyssa's hips threw her little cheer-leading skirt up and down; it's short hem brushing against the smooth thighs he now took his steps with. He could feel her lovely breasts jiggle with each footfall. He shuddered and tried to re-focus on the school work as he felt the odd void between his new legs.
Throwing the school assignment down and stomping Alyssa's sneaker-clad feet into the dirt in rage, Mark finally gave in to frustration. "Damn it! How could I have been so stupid! I don't want to be her!!!" Tears started to stream down his face.
The sound of someone approaching from behind snapped Mark out of his fit. Wiping his eyes and scrambling to pick up his notes, he turned around to see...
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