Chapter #4Help Sarah get a date by: Hollybear   "Hey there, tiger," You say seductively to Jason. "I heard that you two don't have dates to Prom yet."
"You're right, we don't," Jason snorted. "What's it matter to you?"
"Well, Sarah and I both need a strapping young lad to take us," You reply as you bat your eyelashes at Jason.
Tommy, Jason's younger and less athletic brother, was becoming more excited with each passing moment. You could tell that the idea of actually having a date with a woman was something new and exciting to him. It was really cute how he kept trying to nudge Jason and signal that he was interested.
Taking the hint, Jason smiled wickedly at you.
"Sure, we'd love to take you ladies to the Prom," Jason began, looking you over before moving his lustful eyes onto Sarah. "However, this is going to be a double-date. I'm going to take Sarah to the dance, and you and Tommy can go as a couple."
Your eyes bulged out of your head. Of all the people that wanted to go to the Prom with, Tommy didn't even rank in your top twenty; however, you did owe it to Sarah after being especially rude to her. Biting your lip, you reluctantly agreed to go with Tommy. If anything, it would help Sarah feel better and that was what mattered to you at the moment.
After making plans with the boys, you and Sarah continue shopping. Several hours later, you and Sarah say goodbye and return home.
You are feeling more tired than usual, but chalk it up to a long day at the mall. As you fall asleep, you feel that same tingle from earlier.
Tossing and turning, you have one of the most restless nights that you can remember. If you guessed correctly, you got maybe twenty minutes of sleep.
When you finally decide to get out of bed, every single joint in your body aches. Muscles that had never been sore are tender and painful. Your bedroom also seems different; in fact, it looks more like your parents' bedroom.
When you turn on the light to the bathroom, the sight that greets you in the mirror is horrific. Staring back at you in the mirror, is your mother. You reach up to touch your face, and the reflection in the mirror mimics your movements. You think that maybe you are dreaming, but several pinches later and you are still your mother.
"Is everything all right?" Your father asks from the bedroom. "It's only six, we can sleep in for at least another hour."
Panic races through your mind. Do you go back to bed and try to act like nothing has happened, or do you run to your old room and see if your mother is inhabiting your body?
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