I was the first at the party to wake up the following morning with a throbbing headache. However as I woke up I felt noticeably different. It felt as a lot of my weight had been lost, or more specifically shifted to different parts of my body overnight. Confused by this, I picked my head up and, without thinking, brushed away the long, dark blonde hair from my face. However as I sat in a vertical position, I was slightly rocked by a heavy thrust from my chest. I looked down to see something that horrified me.
This was not my body. What should have been a black t-shirt, socks and a pair of jeans had been replaced by a silk-laced strap floral mini dress and a pair of broken high-heels. But it was far more shocking what was underneath the dress. I peeked under the dress to see a pair of large breasts being pressed by a pink bra. I put my hand over my left breast and I gently squeezed it, realizing that they were indeed real and strangely familiar. With increasing alarm, I climbed back to my feet, only to fall back down from the lack of balance that I had with this new body. I tried to get back up, succeeding the second time around, only to realize how short I had become. Suddenly I felt a cool breeze between my legs. I looked down again, with my view slightly obstructed by my breasts, and pulled my dress over my new wide hips to find a pair of pink panties. I rubbed against it with my finger, only to realize that the most manliest part of my old body was now gone. Now panicking, I tried my best to tug my dress back over my panties, only to discover that it only covered the panties and nothing else more, being unable to cover anything below the top of my new thighs. Dreading that this was not my body, I looked around the house, silently trying not to wake anybody else up, and noticed a mirror hanging on the wall in the bathroom. And so without hesitation I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I looked into the mirror, only to drop my jaw in horror at the reflection of Hayley Watkins staring back at me. At that point, I realized that I was no longer in my body, and somehow, someway, I was now in the body of Hayley Watkins!
I was gobsmacked. I simply stood at the reflection, assuring myself that this was merely a dream, or some sort of hallucination from the amount that I drunk the night before. I still felt a little tipsy, although there was a doubt in the back of my mind telling me that this was no illusion.
Suddenly I came to a realization. If I was now in the body of Hayley Watkins, maybe Hayley Watkins was now in my own body! I knew that she had to be somewhere in the house, in my old body, and I was sure that she would react the same as me. But maybe if I woke her up before anyone else, we could try and remember what happened last night between us, before anyone could find out about this transformation.
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