Cerise felt... funny. She felt the way that she felt when she wore a too tight t-shirt in order to show off her chest, only this wasn't an unpleasant feeling. She felt solid. Heavy. As she opened her eyes the first thing she saw was Johnny Mack, his glasses drooping off his face as he stared down at her. She shut her eyes again, groaning.
"What happened?" She asked, pausing as the words left her mouth. Her brow furrowed. Why did she sound like that? She reached her hand to feel her throat and felt something sharp and bony lodged in her neck. That wasn't right...
"There's, um, there's been a bit of an accident and I... which is to say, if we–" As Johnny began babbling technical jargon a second figure appeared above her. For a moment Cerise thought someone was holding a mirror up because the face looked exactly like hers, but then it moved to her.
"Now don't freak out," The reflection said in her own voice. "But we switched bodies."
As her clone said this, Cerise finally took note of what had shifted physically to her. She was huge! Her jaw dropped open as she stared down at her new body. She shoved herself up, taken aback by how different it felt to move through space. She grabbed at her arms, feeling her meaty biceps. The disconnect between the hard planes of muscle and her old body was strange, to say the least. There was an unfamiliar sensation in her groin that she didn't quite understand and it was growing by the second. She reached down to confront it and was rewarded with a handful of flesh that bulged in place that had been smooth that morning.
"I'm a guy!" She shrieked, her deep voice breaking in a way that sounded decidedly un-manly.
"Technically you're only a guy if you stick to outdated norms of sex and gender which–" Johnny chimed in where he really didn't need to and Cerise rolled her eyes and shoved him to the side to get to the mirror behind him. Unfortunately she wasn't used to her new strength and she sent him flying across the room, his fall only being broken by a small table, which ended up broken as well. Papers flew as he landed in a sprawl.
Neither Cerise nor Jack moved to help him. Both were standing side by side, staring at their reflections in the mirror. There was a beat of silence as Cerise processed everything. She exhaled.
"I need to sit down." She plopped herself down on a nearby stool, noting that it groaned under the weight of her new bulk. She shifted uncomfortably as she attempted to sit comfortably with her new manhood between her legs.
"How do you feel?" Jack asked. Cerise stared back at her own face. She searched her mind for the words and began.
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