Sam, along for the ride as Amy's body sauntered into the Econ class, looked around the room in awe. As often as he had seen the collars and their handiwork today, he was still shocked and more than a little afraid to see the bizarre changes they had wrought.
Half of the students, while wearing the collars as he was, hadn't had their heads swapped around. They looked almost as confused and horrified as he and the other "swapees", but, looked as if they were being forced to go about their normal routines as well.
Sam felt Amy's body strut over to what was apparently her desk. The strange center of gravity and sway of his girlfriend's hips beneath him was totally alien to him; but, he had to admit in his heart of hearts that it felt more than a little thrilling. He could feel her smooth long legs and the chill of the room's air on them. He could feel her toes being forced down into the pointed boots of her ridiculous high heeled boots. He could feel the slight jiggle of her breasts with each clicking step. He was sure he was feeling what Amy felt every day of her life.
As Sam sat Amy's rump down in her seat, he absentmindedly crossed her legs and pulled a nail file out of her purse. His new hands began to file away at Amy's nails as he gazed around at his fellow students.
To his left, he could see Daria Bradley. More accurately, he could see Daria Bradley's body. The petite, goth teenager's pale little form was wearing a pair of black lace up heeled boots, a long black skirt with a slit, and a tiny lace trimmed black tank top. Sam had always thought she was hot in a Morticia Addams kind of way. However, where Daria's pale, cute face framed by dark hair would have normally sat upon the top of a metal collar just like his; the confused face of Mr. Deedle the assistant principal rested.
Glancing in front of her, Sam was just as in awe of what had become of Peter Yates. Yates, a thin, preppy, student-council suck-up, had had his blonde hair blue eyed head replaced with the chubby cheeked face of Torrie Needemyer; one of the band geeks.
Sam glanced to his left and locked eyes with a equally wide-eyed Jason Parker. Parker, a funny, slightly chunky kid with a bushy head of brown hair and thick rimmed glasses was looking over Sam and his new body. His brow furrowed as he tried to say something to Sam, but all that came out was. "M-morning Amy. Did you study for the quiz today?'
Sam, with Amy's sexy voice found himself answering. "Not really. I can't stand wasting half my evening with such boring crap." Thinking quickly, Sam forced Amy's hands to pick up a pen and started to write a note out on some of her notebook paper. Finishing up he passed it over to Jason.
The note read, "You haven't switched with anyone? Do you know why? Do you know anything about what's going on?"
Jason hurriedly wrote out a reply, his face contorted with the effort of forcing himself to do so. He passed it over as Sam used Amy's slender, feminine fingers to open it up. "No to both questions! I woke up with this thing on my neck and started seeing what had happened to all of you guys as I headed to school. I'd freak out if I could, but I can't control myself!"
Sam was about to write a reply out when...
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