When you wake up you feel a bit drowsy, probably from the drugs they injected you with. That's not even the weirdest thing. You dreamed that a couple of doctors came in and told you and your buddy Randall had your brains transplanted into the bodies of Brandi Summers and her mother. You think how weird that would be, you and Randall inside the bodies of some girls. They must have given you something really strong to make you dream up something like that. It's then that you notice a figure sitting next to your bed reading a magazine. Looking closer it's a girl, probably a year older than you. She has her long blond, almost platinum, hair tied up in a ponytail, piercing green eyes and a soft, yet striking face, with fine features and full, pouty lips. She was also dressed in the same green hospital gown you now had on. The figure then notices you're looking at her, as she seems relieved of you being awake.
"Finally you wake up man," she says turning her head towards you, "if you would have stayed asleep any longer I swear I would have thrown water in your face man. Sheesh, you're a fast sleeper."
It then finally hits you who this girl is in front of you. It's Brandi Summers, the hottest girl at your school. Having quickly rose through the social ranks to become pretty much the queen bee when it came to popularity. Even before becoming a senior. Having made head cheerleader of the varsity football team during her junior year. Her breathtaking good looks, "take no prisoners" attitude, and having a mother who was an integral part of the school Booster club (as well as a former head cheerleader herself) all helping her to get ahead. Having her pick of literally any guy she wanted, and having currently settled for captain of the football team, Brandon Walsh. A typical jock meathead. She also had a fierce but loyal group of followers. The high school 'elite' if you will. All of them equally as shallow (looks, fashion and social standing being the most important thing to them), though nowhere near as pretty. Brandi literally being on another level of hotness. A girl that every guy in school had no doubt drooled over. Some of the teachers as well! She's really sitting here besides you, but the way she's talking, it reminds you instead of someone else. It could only have been him.
"Randall?" You croak. You know you have to ask this question to be certain, but deep inside you know the answer already to that question.
"In the flesh dude...sort of...maybe just half of it...or even a quart of it." His voice sounds like Brandi Summers as you've heard her speak during the pep rallies, but the words he uses doesn't sound like her.
"Jezus man. This can't be real." You say holding your hands in front of your face. Instantly you notice something seems off about your hands seeing how they're different now, they are smaller and look more feminine.
"It is real man, it is. When they told me yesterday about it, I couldn't believe it myself. I was sure I hit my head and was in some kind of dream world, even though a ton of babes had to walk around in it to be my dream world. It's the most freaky thing since they announced virtual reality helmets."
You pull yourself up in your bed instantly feeling a jiggle like sensation. Looking down you can your hospital gown showing off lumps and if your guess wasn't that far off, they would be breasts. Breasts hanging on your chest.
"I can't believe this man." You say looking up as you try to avoid looking downwards. You don't want to see these lumps of flesh hanging beneath you, you just want your old body back.
"It is true man, but look at us. We're hot, smoking hot actually! Look at me, I'm Brandi Summers the hottest girl at school, if I wanted to make the kids at school build a statue for me they would do it in a snap. And you, integral member of the school's booster club, and well I think you're one of the hottest MILF walking around." Randall tells you with a smirk on his face.
"Randall, we're chicks, we're freaking chicks! And the only thing you care about is how hot we look?" You ask Randall. Randall doesn't even seem to mind that you're girls.
"Hey, I don't only care about how our looks are. But they are one of those many advantages women have. I'm just trying to look at the benefits of this thing. And besides I do have awesome boobs and pussy." Randall adds.
That's Randall for you, if it has anything to do with girls he was as happy as a kid in a candy store. Randall then reached for his breasts. You expected to feel your dick springing to attention, but instead only feel a small shiver going up your spine. This is Brandi's body for crying out loud. The body you and Randall could only dream about. You have never gotten so close to her as this before.
Even though you were watching Randall's groping more attentively then you thought, you decide to change the subject. "So have you talked with our parents or the doctors yet?" You were curious how this all would work out for you.
Randall looks uncomfortable at you mentioning this, letting go off his breasts. "I'm not sure I should be the one to be telling you this dude."
"What...Randall what is it?" You ask feeling concerned now. Thinking this could not be even worse then you thought it was.
It could be, in fact. Randall explains it all to you. How the legalities of the operation made it impossible to actually reveal who you really were. You and Randall, for the remainder of your lives, having to actually pretend now that you really were Emily and Brandy Summers. That Tim and Randall really were dead.
"What?! They are joking! I can't be a forty year old woman!" Pounding on your bed with your fist.
"We don't really have much choice, dude," Randall argued. Having seemingly already agreed to go along with it. "When somebody finds out about our "condition", the whole word will know it. We'll be treated like freaks. Not to mention all the other dealings that will come of us suddenly being in someone else's body. We could end up being dissected on some operating table in some freaky castle! And I for one definitely don't want that to happen."
"Besides," he continued, "better living like this, as this hot little piece of ass than going back to live with Alice." Referring of course to his 'evil' God-fearing step-mother. A woman that he really loathed, and who equally loathed him back. Informing you then that, "You know they totally disowned me. Her and my dad basically signed all the papers, took the compensation money and ran. Acted like I was some fucking 'abomination of God' or some shit. Who needs them?"
Shit. That was pretty heavy. You were well aware of Randall's home life, with him arguing almost every day with Allison and his dad taking the fence when they did. You never expected this development, Alice maybe being the rotten woman she was, but not his dad. Perhaps that explains why he is so happy taking over Brandi's life.
Still, as tough as this was, and as bad as you felt for your friend, it wasn't as easy as all that. This was your live you were talking about here, as messed up and as uneventful as they may have been. Frantically telling him as much. "I can't just go from being myself to some freaking old woman I've never even heard of before. What about my family? What about Allison?" What about finally getting laid? This along with several other important milestones being something you'd never get to experience now that you were a girl. Your relationship with your girlfriend of the last several years surely now being over.
"You'll still see them all," he told you, "Your family at least. It's only in public we've got to pretend to be these chicks. Besides, we'll be roommates now. We live together in the same house. How sweet is that? Having our own house to ourselves, when would you ever think something like that could happen to us? Well here's our chance! We're family, mother and daughter! Can you believe it?
You couldn't. You really couldn't. Randall might be happy about this development, but you sure weren't. Having skipped going through high school, college and rooming up was something you look forward to. But not losing about thirty years of your lifespan. You were old, really old now....
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