Steve stared at his body sitting opposite him as whoever what inhabiting it shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. "Damn, this is weird" he muttered. The the boy on the other couch offered a weak smile at that. "Uhhmm... can I have a shirt?" he asked. "Oh... yeah, man. Lemmie get one" Steve jumped up and went up the stairs two at a time; felt more natural in this gangly body than just one at a time. He was all arms and legs now; it was freaky to say the least, even before he got to look at his body from six inches taller. He grabbed a shirt from his bed and went back out. From the top of the stairs, he could see the guy in his body sitting on the couch fidgeting with what was in his pants. "Trying to get comfortable?" His body gave a start and sat up. "Good luck. It's fucking annoying, that dick. Never fits comfortably, and no chick'll ever let you fuck her with it. Glad I got a normal one now" He chucked the shirt at his body's owner, who pulled it on over his blushing red face. "So," Steve asked, "What happened to you?" "Uhh... no idea. I was going to the toilet and then I... it's all blurry. I got punched in the face by myself? And then I wake up and... yeah" He gestured to his body. "What about you?" "Pretty much the same." replied Steve. "Was out skatin'... fell... next thing I know I'm getting punched by myself... wake up a tall skinny nerdy bastard. I'm Steve." He reached out and shook his own hand. "So who are you?" His body sighed. "I'm Cindy."
Silence reigned for what seemed like forever as Steve stared slack-jawed at his body. "You're a chick?" he finally managed to squeak out. His body nodded. "And you... and I said... and..." His body shrugged. "Well, on the bright side, at least I'm not gonna be asking chicks if I can fuck them, so the dick's not gonna be a problem." It was Steve's turn to blush now. "Yeah... sorry 'bout that. I thought-" "That I was a guy? Used to that kinda thing? Fair enough. But I'm a twenty-two year old ex-cheerleader, not a however old studmuffin with a dick that'd span Alaska" "Sixteen" answered Steve. "Studmuffin?" Cindy shifted nervously. "Yeah... well, you've got a pretty nice body" she said, avoiding his eyes. "This got anything to do with why you were walking around in my body with almost nothing on?" "Yeah, well, I got kicked outa my house at an awkward time" "Having some fun being a guy, were ya?" teased Steve. "Jacking off to the mirror, eh? What'ya think of it?" Cindy glared at him. "Like you haven't done any exploring. Anyway, we need to figure out what's going on, alright?" "Fine" said Steve. "Got any bright ideas?"