"B-but it's summer vacation, so it's not like we'll be seeing anybody anyways, right?" Stacy hesitantly retorted. "Only things I have related to school and stuff are my monthly track meet ups and band camp a month and a half from now."
"Well, those are stuff you have to do. I know you still have Linda's phone number, so despite your lack of... a cadre... I could easily shmooze with anyone to upgrade your status, or become close to for you," Carmen winked.
"W-what about band camp and track?" Stacy stuttered.
"Well, I'd love to test your body out in action," Carmen bounced in place in anticipation. "Gotta admit, you're way cooler than I thought. Your body is super athletic."
"Th-thanks," Stacy blushed. "I'm just a runner, really."
"If you're down, I could go to track for you. Seems pretty simple," Carmen surmised in her more limber form. "As for band camp, did you forget whose hand-me-down clarinet that you use in the first place? I played clarinet first two years of junior high. Was first chair. After some practice, I'll be ready for a week of dweeb-ery super quick," she stuck out her tongue. "Any cute boys in band class?"
"N-no," Stacy stammered.
"Little sister, we both blush. You cannot fool me," the older sister laughed. "I can find you a catch," she offered. Stacy looked pretty hesitant about it. "If you're unsure, I can at least flirt with some boys you find attractive there instead. Low impact," Carmen rolled her sister's eyes. Stacy lit up at the proposal.
"I'll admit," Stacy swallowed. "It's tempting," she looked down at Carmen, who was now the shorter one. "But I wanna know what the heck you expect me to do in your body. To me, it just seems like you text and call your friends all day. No offense."
"None taken," Carmen paused to think. "So, naturally, you can sign in on your own social media and watch youtube, whatever your typical hobbies are. As for what you, my little sister, can uniquely do only in my body? There's a ton. For one, you can use my car."
"R-really?" Stacy beamed, having not even attained her permit yet.
"I mean, it's just sitting there, otherwise. You could get a job and keep all the money," she offered. "Only jobs that hire 15-year olds, and my body just got its associate's degree and has accounting experience with a real job and internship, so you could make some decent money if you tried."
Stacy hadn't even considered the prospects earning her own cash. She had always wanted to visit Japan. Was this her chance?
Carmen pulled the wine bottle up. "You'd be legal. Yayyy," she joked dryly. "I would also like to add that nothing is off the table for you. To get you to agree to this, you can add restrictions to what I can do, but I'm letting you do whatever you want, no restrictions whatsoever," she tempted. "Just know that if you kill me, cripple, dismember me, or give me an awful STD, I'm keeping your body," she put her hands on Stacy's body's hips.
"Uhmm, fair," Stacy agreed. "Same... goes to you, I guess?"
Carmen nodded. "FYI, I am on birth control. I have a birth control implant in my arm that'll last for the next five years. Just use protection if you they've had sex with more than, like, two other people. Or if those two people had sex with more than one other."
"Y-you're saying I could have-- have sex??" Stacy did a doubletake.
"Yeah. My body is sexually active, so it might expect you to," she added. "Though, honestly, your virgin body will probably be more thirsty than mine," she calculated. "I was fifteen once. Definitely not a virgin then, though."
Stacy considered yelling back, but it was true, she hadn't had sex yet and was waiting for the one.
"With you in my body, you could have as much sex as you'd like and you would still be saving yourself or whatever," Carmen chuckled. "I don't get it or whatever, but I'll respect your wishes if you want me to not steal your first in your body. But I know for a fact that you're a horny fucking teenager, and that you're so grateful at a chance to be me."
"Wh-wh-what!?" the younger-turned-older sister stammered.
"Walls aren't that think, y'know," Carmen knocked the wall's plaster. Stacy responded by burying her acquired mature face in her newly manicured hands.
"Th-this isn't college though," Stacy debated. "There's no guys to, umm..."
"Fuck? Naw, there's plenty," she grabbed her phone from her former butt pocket hugged against Stacy's new ass, and pulled up the Tinder app. "Plenty of guys out here within 5 miles. You can drive to some if they're any further, too. But trust me, with my body, they'll come rushing over to pick you up."
Stacy got a little wet at the prospect. She was already fifteen, but still never saw a boy... naked. She blushed further.
"Seems like you're liking the idea. So what do you say?"
The door popped open with Tracy holding two plates quite skillfully on one arm. One plate featured her signature pancakes and another a golden omelette. "Here's your--"
There was an awkward silence as their mother scanned the room and saw the bottle of wine next Stacy's hand and a bowl with dark red liquid.
"Girls," your mother threatened.
"Mom, I can explain. It's non-alcoholic!" Stacy panicked in Carmen's body. Seeing her body act that frazzled made Carmen facepalm.
"Carmen, why are you giving your younger sister alcohol?? And why is there alcohol here in the first place??" Tracy thrust her head forward. "And Pinot Noir is not non-alcoholic. Do you think I'm stupid?"
"But she told me it was..." Stacy nearly cried as she turned to Carmen in her younger form staying quiet.
"What?" your mother scrunched her face, perplexed. "Is this actually not alcohol? You're normally not this... uninspired. Did she give you an even harder drug, Stacy?"
Stacy's look seemed to beg Carmen to fix the situation, but Carmen had other ideas. "I dunno, Mom," Carmen lisped out rapidly, attempting to appear high. "It tasted suuuuuper funny!" she giggled seemingly uncontrollably.
"What the hell did you give her, Carmen!?" Tracy yelled in concern.
"I don't know!! I swear!" Stacy started to cry.
'She genuinely doesn't know... Weird,' Tracy thought. "Only one way to know for sure how to treat this to get it out of your systems," she sighed as she pulled the bowl to her lips to take a sip. "Strange. It just tastes like cherry-infused Pinot Noir. Are you two playing a trick on me?"
Just as Stacy shook Carmen's head, Gerry approached from behind. "Hey, uh, John and I are back from our run, but he had to look for something downstairs. What's all the fuss about?" he asked, having heard all the yelling.
"Gerry, you tried more drugs than me in our college days, right?" his wife seemed panicked.
"Uhhhh," Gerry fumbled. "Yesss?" he wasn't sure what the right answer was.
"Then identify this for me, dear, something's wrong with Stacy and Carmen after trying it!" she jerked the bowl towards his mouth and poured some down his throat.
"I think it's just... woah, is-- is that shroo--?"
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Your father found himself holding a bowl against some buff, middle-aged looking dude's mouth. The man sort of reminded him of his father. He took step back in surprise, but twitched in response at his body's... jiggling... in recoil...
"Holy, moly, I have tits!" he gawked at his large cleavage below him. "Big fucking tits!" he blurted. "Honey, what's going on?" he jerked around the room to find his wife, his mounds flailing underneath his.. sundress?
The bowl hit the ground and strangely didn't spill. She stared at her husband's body's sculpted arms and walked slowly to Carmen's bed to process all this. Carmen thought about saying something, but resigned herself to snickering repeatedly at the chaos unfolding. "Th-this is some drug..."
"Sweetie?" Gerry called out to his former body, connecting the dots.
"Gerry? I'm-- I'm you.." she said in wonder.
"It wasn't some crazy drug, that bowl's magic!" Stacy in Carmen's body. "Carmen wanted to drink wine out of literal gold as a part of her bucket list with a friend before she died so she asked me to help her but I swear I didn't know it was alcoholic Mom you gotta believe so..."
"Ahh, there's the bowl!" you loudly sighed in relief, interrupting your younger sister's story, finding the bowl in front of the door frame. You leaned in to grab and saw your family in a circle. "You guys playing family game night or something?" you said from your black tee and gym shorts. "Well, you can hold that off, cuz check this out!" you held up the bowl like a kid holding his first soccer trophy. "I found a bowl that swap that can swap people's bodies! This proves that the paranormal really does exist!" you proclaimed. "Anyone wanna try it?" you offered, clueless.
"There's my bowl!
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