This choice: ...trick a neighbor into drinking it. • Go Back...Chapter #3...trick a neighbor into drinking it. by: neverthese   You reflexively pout after Stacy's less than flattering comments. Your family yet again downplayed another one of your fantastic discoveries. Sure, those online spells didn't work a few years ago, and neither did that "magic" medallion. But this bowl is legit-- you know it! Look the note you found that came with it! Handwriting is super neat, almost like fantasy wizard handwriting! You've shown your family evidence again and again of the supernatural, yet this is how they treat you.
As you spent time thinking, in the process of scratching your head in irritation you accidentally irritate your nose with a glob of dust.
"A-CHOOO!"
You decide to head to the bathroom for a quick break to blow your nose.
And what was that about not wanting to be in your body? What was so bad about about being you? To be frank, in Stacy's case it would be an upgrade to have your life. When he visited her junior high school for her band concerts and track meets, Stacy never even talked to anyone outside of her childhood friend, Linda, when she was there. Only you and your cheered for her when she got second place.
Furthermore, when it wasn't her event, she either sat alone or hung out with you and the rest of the family. It seemed her coach and some of her teammates thought she was shy considering the softened tone of voice they used with her. Yet, here at home she loved to banter. You got along with her decently well. She was a little bratty and and kind of reveled in it. She liked teasing you for your quirks and other oddities that you've kept a secret from school. Carmen and Erica constantly brought back friends when they were younger for sleepovers, parties, etc, but Stacy has never even asked despite our parents preemptively encouraging her to do so.
Granted, you don't ask to bring friends over either. You walk into your room and remind yourself why. It's covered in ancient papyrus posters, weird mugs, and other "magic" or "alien" items. You've learned the hard way from when your childhood friend, Mikhael, during middle school was so astonished at your paranormal-obsessed room and made a comment about how it "wasn't normal". That memory stung. In hindsight Mikhael probably didn't mean anything harmful by it was just an innocent 11-year old, but ever since then you haven't brought anyone over to your room to hang out. You've distance yourself from Mikhael since then and have tried to keep a careful balance in your social standing at school. You always try to make sure that everything you do is normal enough, and now thanks your effort no one at your school thinks your weird! You're average, but that's a far cry up from where Stacy was.
Stacy, having changed from her denim jeans into some short shorts was heading downstairs to change into her gym shoes to go for a run. On her way down she stopped by your room and had a look of faux-shock on her face.
"Oh my god, Stacy is that you in there?? I think we've switched bodies!" Stacy gasps, patting herself down in awe (noticeably avoiding her boobs in the process). "This is crazy, Sis!" she snickers.
You feel yourself turning red. "W-w-what the heck, Stacy! You guys always make fun of me about my discoveries!" The worst part of the torment was that you felt your penis head twitch a little at you sister even merely conservatively feeling up her form in pretend awe of swapping bodies. Maybe you DO have problems..
"Well, since that magnificent, ancient device totally worked, I can't wait to try out this super fast, extremely unique and competent body out for a change," Stacy dramatically jogged in place right in front of the doorway. "Hope you enjoy my extremely unremarkable, totally average boy life for a change! Think of it like a vacation~" Stacy grinned, as she hopped downstairs.
Where the hell does she even get this confidence? You're more popular than her! You actually have friends! She's the one who has gotten bullied! She's the one who's all alone! She is, she is, she is! Yet she and the rest of the family make fun of you and just assume things about you. "Hey, you ASS, I haven't even drank from the bowl yet!!" you run to the top of the stairs and yell out to her as she exits the door. For some reason, your heart's pounding and you follow her out the door, but she's must've already made a turn because she out of your sight.
Does she really think she's all that? Maybe it's time for a little payback. You think about drinking from the bowl for a little karma on her site. Her fault for jinxing it, really. But that wouldn't be payback for all the teasing. After all, you're older, have a driver's license, and are obviously way more popular than her. So now what?
You see several of your neighbors out on the fronts of their house. Considering everyone in your family would be a direct upgrade (the other women are adults with money, a social life, and more busty figures whilst you are more popular and Dad is both popular at work AND buff), the only option to get payback and to get it fast is to get a neighbor in your immediate presence involved.
So here were the options you were thinking of:
First was Dan Krepnik, a scraggly, long haired, dark tan skinned man in his 20's known "Da Kreepo" ever since you were in middle school. A family used to live in that neighboring suburban house but they eventually moved out, leaving Dan, the eldest son, behind. Must've come from a well-off family for them to support him like that, or maybe Dan just makes a lot of money to pay the rent or something. Super weird, skinny guy wearing ratty clothes, smudgy glasses, and having a bird's nest for hair. He always seemed to be around and was often found reading books on his porch early morning or late evening. His lights were on 24/7 it seemed. He was reading a book on his porch really early around 10 am on a weekday. You and Stacy were on summer break, what was his excuse?
Second was Tammy Folgers, a white, somewhat overweight housewife to her husband, Jay Folgers, the engineer. She definitely wasn't FAT by American standards maybe. Certainly not Louisiana fat, but she certainly had a belly. But she made up for it with huge, G-cup breasts. Thanks to that, your friends obnoxiously ranked her as the #2 MILF in the neighborhood behind your own Mom. Currently, she was gardening in her front yard. Her young kids were running circles around her house playing tag with not a care in the world. In contrast, she seemed a bit exasperated. She was acquaintances with your parents and often stopped by house parties alone at your place alone, as her husband usually traveled for work. She seemed kind of lonely and never seemed to have any guests over. Heh, how would Stacy like to get a hard look at what her life will look like if she continues in her anti-social ways? Instead of time taking its toll gradually, she would be stripped of her best assets in an instants. Not only would she stop making fun of you, but perhaps she'd finally shape up her social life?
But... hmmm.. maybe you shouldn't get carried away? While you want to test the bowl and get payback, you believe it works right? This could be really dangerous...
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