The jolt of staring in your sister's mirror, gazing back at your sister's body who is mirroring your every motion - all while stripped down to the fuzzy, low-cut negligee she fell asleep in - gets the best of you. There's no time to process what happened before, squeezing the amulet tightly in your hand, you absently think, "Imagine if I was Alisha! I'd really have a body-!"
Jasmine's room disappears and suddenly you are across town, lying in an unfamiliar backyard next to a swimming pool. The summer sun beats down on your suddenly exposed body. Only a few pieces of flimsy nylon and cotton hug your chest and nether regions, squeezing and pushing up to accentuate curves that have no place on a seventeen-year old girl's body. You lift your head and an avalanche of blonde curls bury your vision and fall into your mouth. You spit them out and lift farther and feel gravity weigh on your new, authentic-but-just-barely Double D's. They jiggle playfully.
"Oh my gawd!" you yell, unable to express anything but a valley girl's contempt with Alisha's bubbly voice. You stumble to your feet, nearly trip under the strain of your redistributed, curvier body, and fall to your knees in time to peek in the pool water and see, framed in front of Alisha's three-story mansion estate, Alisha's reflection, unreal blue eyes and a white-and-gold-trimmed bikini made to fit her body. Her lips, puffy by default, lock your face in a perpetual look of surprise - which is actually what you feel at that moment.
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