"DAWN CLARK!!" Dawn's head shot upwards which sent a sharp pain through her skull. She looked round and saw only darkness around her. She tried to move but she could feel invisible hands grabbing her arms and legs. She writhed about, trying to break free of the cold, unrelenting force that held her back. "LOOK AT ME MISS CLARK!" She turned her eyes towards the voice and saw a tall, hooded figure emerging from the blackness. "YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN TO BE THE NEXT IN THE LINE OF THE TRAIT THIEVES!"
'This dude's off his rocker!,' Dawn thought, struggling even more violently than before. "'Trait Thieves'? What the flip are they?! I've never even heard of them, let alone WANTED to be one! And, who chose me?! YOU?!"
"SILENCE!," the man boomed, sending shivers that made all of Dawn's hairs stand to attention. "ALL WILL BE REVEALED IN DUE TIME, GIRL. FOR NOW, I WILL RETURN YOU TO YOUR HOME. JUST REMEMBER THIS- THE MORE YOU USE YOUR NEW POWERS, THE STRONGER THEY BECOME." He muttered something indecipherable and whirled his withered hands; soon a tornado was conjured from thin air that hurled Dawn away, higher and higher, faster and faster...
"HUH!" Dawn shot up from her bed, checking for any bruises or scratches. "Just a dream..." she reassured herself. Or was it? Even she was doubting that her mind could conjure up such an elaborate vision. She awkwardly levered herself off of her mattress, yawning deeply as she brushed the messy swathe of black hair out of her face. She nonchalantly scratched her butt as she meandered to the bathroom, brushing and showering as she got ready for school.
Dawn noisily trudged down the stairs, passing by her adorable little puppy Tree as she went. "Who's a good boy? Who? You are!" she cooed in a baby voice as she scratched behind one of his black, polka dotted ears with her dainty fingers. "DAWN!" Dawn sighed as she heard her mother calling out to her, probably to get her to do YET ANOTHER mundane task she could easily do herself. She waved goodbye to Tree and turned towards the living room.
Inside were Dawn's parents, Ruby and Michael Clark. Dawn's mom Ruby could be described as heavyset at best, fat at worse. She must have weighed about 300lbs, very heavy for her petite height of 5'3". She had enormous G cups that spilled out of the useless sports bra she wore, exposing her puffy brown nipples to the open air. Dawn's father meanwhile was the direct opposite of his wife, both physically and mentally: his wife black, voluptuous and boisterous while he was white, scrawny and quite shy. He was entranced watching a football game on TV while Ruby waited silently as Dawn begrudgingly dragged herself into the room.
Ruby slowly rose from her seat (exposing the permanent dent that she'd left in the cushion with her juicy rear) and scanned Dawn quietly, analysing her daughter meticulously before bluntly stating, "You look like you've just been run over, baby girl." Dawn looked down on herself and shrugged: she didn't like trying hard to look good for school, choosing to wear a dirty old shirt she'd stuffed into the back of her wardrobe, baggy, black slacks that didn't show any curves and a ratty old tie that stunk of sweat and armpits.
Ruby held her nose as she looked on at Dawn's attire in disgust. "Baby-cakes, come on," she pleaded, "It's your first day back! You can't show up like... THIS! You make it look like you've been living on the STREETS over the holidays! Nope, I already had an outfit prepped just in case of an emergency and this IS an emergency! Right honey?"
Michael's eyes stayed transfixed on the screen as he nodded back in reply, obviously oblivious to the conversation his wife and daughter were having. Dawn groaned as she grabbed the outfit and dashed upstairs, returning in a few moments wearing the same lime-green blazer but now wearing a short, revealing skirt that left little to the imagination over tight black leggings that outlined the shape of Dawn's plump backside. Ruby mumbled as Dawn adjusted the fit in the tight shirt her mother had given her, wobbling over and undoing a few of the top buttons on the shirt.
"To impress all the cute boys!.." Ruby cooed before Dawn rolled her eyes. "Mom, please don't start this again," Dawn replied in her melodic Australian accent. "I've told you this before; one: I don't go to school to get dates, two: all the boys in my school are glorified cavemen and three: I don't like JUST boys."
"Yeah, yeah, you like girls too. You've said it. Don't worry, it's just a phase- you'll go back to craving cock in no time!"
Dawn blushed as her mother laughed vehemently. God, she's SO embarrassing! Dawn moaned in her head. The dream she'd just had came back to her head suddenly and she thought, Imagine if that hooded dude wasn't just talking crap! I could just change my mom right now! She jokingly focused on her mother, willing her 'trait swap' abilities or whatever to activate.
Suddenly, a flood of power erupted in Dawn, cannoning upwards from her gut and exploding out of her eyes. Dawn's jaw dropped a second later after realising her mother had swapped with:
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