Chapter #4A New Dawn by: Unknown Half an hour later, Josh was on campus. Somehow he'd summoned up enough courage for a confrontation. The device in his pocket... sure, it probably wasn't real. But it was the last push he needed to face one of Michelle's friends and demand some answers. Dawn was the easiest to find: she had a job as a barista. Her social calendar was also widely advertised; she was going to some costume party tonight with Michelle. If he had to guess, she'd be going either as a sexy cop, or a sexy nurse, or a sexy devil or a sexy nun – she always did something like that. That meant she would be leaving early. If he was going to confront anyone, it had to be her.
He found her quickly enough. She worked at a cafe in the main building, and he spotted as she left, wearing expensive jeans and a jacket over her uniform shirt that probably cost more than his tuition. He headed up behind her.
“Dawn,” he said. She kept walking, pretending to ignore him. “Hey! Dawn!” Still she kept walking, this time faster. She was behind the break-up, at least in part. He just knew it. He began to jog. Still she kept walking, turning down the economics hall corridor. There weren't any classes on a Saturday, there was nobody down there. She was just trying to shake him. He wasn't going to let her. Already his hand was gripped around the pen. “Dawn! We need to talk about Michelle!”
She paused, and turned to face him. The look of contempt was undeniable. “She's over you, loser,” she spat. “Now why don't you go and crawl back into whatever lab you escaped from?”
Josh didn't respond. He just pointed the pen and fired. In front of his eyes, to his complete amazement, Dawn's body seemed to turn hollow; it became an empty shell, suspended in midair. Then it fell down, a pile of hair, skin and clothing, on the floor.
“Holy shit...” he muttered, looking around. The corridor was empty. Without thinking, he rushed forward, grabbed the pile, and burst into the nearest room, closing the door behind him. In his hands was... Dawn. Dawn's skin, her perfect features still prominent, like a mask. A body suit. The pen worked... how could the pen work?
He didn't know what else to do. A rush of excitement came over him as he stripped out of his own clothes and pulled her skin free, slipping a leg inside. Immediately he saw Dawn's leg reappear – a smooth, shapely, tanned limb of feminine perfection. There was no sign of his own leg, no bulge where his own muscle should be. It was as if the leg had turned into Dawn's. He put the next leg in, and began the process of pulling the body up. His own shape vanished, replaced by her toned curves, flat stomach, bugling breasts. He gave them a squeeze, almost surprised at their firmness. He was now in Dawn's 21-year-old body! And there was only one part to go.
He reached down, gripped the hair, and pulled her face over his own. At once the world went dark, his vision lost in the shell, until he began to align her features with his own. He felt the pinch of her cheeks, then felt the gentle breeze in the room upon them. He pressed the forehead into place, felt the shape of her eyebrows where his own once were. His lips and teeth felt different, and his head heavier from her mop of hair.
“Wow,” he said, eyes widening as Dawn's voice came out of her lips. “I'm Dawn. I'm Dawn! Hey, Michelle, why is Josh such a loser?”
He walked over to Dawn's clothes, bent over in her body, searched her bag for her pocket mirror. The reflected image was Dawn. A beautiful, naked, perfect image of Dawn. Her hair was a mess, her expression uncharacteristic, but there was no escaping it was Dawn. The reflection smiled evilly.
“Well, well,” Dawn's voice said, an evil current flowing through her seductive tone. “I'd better get dressed and get back to my dorm. I've got a party to attend.”  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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