Sasha moaned as her eyes flickered open slowly, her hearing returned even slower than her vision, and her head was pounding. "Ugh, what the hell just happened?" she asked, reaching up to rub her head. Her fingers worked through her usual bobbed black hair, but it was only when she lowered her hand again did she notice her fingernails were no longer painted. Weird! I don't remember removing it. she thought, as she tried to move her sluggish body.
As she did so, the groan of a young man beside her caught her attention, and she turned her head to see Nathan was laid on the floor not too far away, a box of bleach was split and had spilled its contents onto the floor, but thankfully none had leaked. "Nathan!? You okay?" she asked, as she sat up, shaking her head gently. It was then that she noticed, as she looked down, she was no longer wearing her black trouser suit, or her heels for that matter. She was wearing one of the trademark Wilko polo shirts, which was a bit tatty from wear, and had a small stain on the lower egde of it near the hem. She was wearing black trousers, but they weren't her usual designer ones, they looked more like they were from Primark or some other cheap clothing store. "What the actual hell?" she mumbled, holding her hands up in front of her for a moment, before resting them on her smaller breasts.
"I'm n-not sure." Nathan murmured his response, as he too slowly regained his senses. His words caused Sasha to look over to him again as the lad sat up. She swore her eyes were playing tricks on her. Nathan looked... different, significantly so. "Are those... breasts?" she blurted out, asking him directly while looking at Nathan's distended Wilko polo shirt.
"Holy shit!!" Nathan gasped, his smaller, manicured hands darting to his chest to give his new middle-aged rack a squeeze through his shirt. As he did this, Sasha looked at the name printed on the name tag attached to Nathan's shirt, it said... 'Nicola'.
And this in turn caused Sasha to peer down at the tag she was wearing on her own Wilko shirt That tag read 'Tiffany'. "Why am I wearing Tiffany's clothes?" Sasha asked herself, totally bewildered and confused. It was as though her mind was refusing to believe what her eyes were actually telling her.
"Why have I got tits!?" Nathan exclaimed in a panic.
"I think... I think you've got more than that luv." Sasha said, not quite believing her own words. Paying closer attention to the petite body that Nathan's stubbly visage was now fastened to, there was no mistaking that it was indeed Nicola's 49-year old body. Between Nathan's feminine thighs was a stretch-marked vagina that had popped out 10 kids, a fact that he would soon be aware of as he got to explore his new body.
Drawing his eyes away from his unfamiliar form, Nathan gulped at the sight of Sasha's well made-up head on what was clearly Tiffany's less than impressive body. But at least she was still female, and now so was he. "What the fuck happened?"Nathan asked Sasha, only to get a shrug of her shoulders in reply. She was as stumped as he was as they both remained sat there on the Cleaners aisle.
"I don't hear anyone else!" Nathan continued to panic, trying to stand up, only to fall back down onto his more cushioned, motherly backside.
"Calm down you idiot! You'll hyperventilate or something." Sasha said, trying to maintain her composure even though she was panicking inside as well. She had someone else's body from the neck down, another woman's yes, but... a tomboy. Sasha had often remarked to herself that Tiffany had no pride in her appearance, in her femininity, and now... well, it was her problem to fix.
"First off, we need to check on everyone else, see if the same has happened to them." Sasha said as she carefully got to her new feet, noticing how weird it was not to be wearing heels all of a sudden. "Nathan!" she barked, getting the lad to look up at her.
"W-what?" Nathan squeaked, before gazing down at the middle-aged female body he now possessed.
"Stop feeling your boobs and follow me!" Sasha practically ordered, gesturing with a head tilt. She then offered him her hand and he took it, grunting a little as he was pulled to his feet. Both of them immediately noticed his really short stature, and Nathan instantly felt unbelievably self-conscious. "Wow, you're small!" Sasha remarked, unable to hide a smirk.
"Up yours!" Nathan scowled, flicking her off with a manicured middle finger.
Sasha grabbed the hand he'd just used to swear at her, and dragged Nathan after her.
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