You thought of that girl from school, Rachel. She was pretty cool to hang out with and from what you could tell, she had a pretty chill life. Her parents were always away on business trips which left her in charge of the house. Using this to her advantage, she would get high constantly and invite people over. She was the average size, maybe about 5'8" and at 120 lbs or so. Her hair had been grown out long to put in a sea of dreadlocks with jewelry and beads and things decorated it. She couldn't walk with things bumping into each other. Despite this, you wished you could be her as you wandered off to sleep.
The next day, you awoke with an earthen taste in your mouth as something was tickling your upper lip. You shot straight up, or at least tried. What actually happened was that your body stumbled and managed to pick itself up at a turtle's pace. This wasn't your room, the posters of rock bands on the walls, the stained sheets, the breasts...The breasts?!
Looking down, two fleshy mounds greeted you, the nipples pierced with nothing on underneath. You were fully nude resting on the top of your bed. "Wuz goin' ooooon?" Your mind was pretty slow at the moment. Thoughts floating through your head and any sense of urgency or alarm lost. You managed to slooooooooowly pick yourself out of bed and then walk to the bathroom nearby. The familiar clicking and clacking of hair accessories followed you as your head was considerably heavier. When you came to the mirror, Rachel's reflection stared back at you.
"Oh shit, 'M sorry..." You paused. You said that, but it was Rachel's voice that had come out of your mouth. You stared at the reflection for a moment before reaching up to grab your chest. Embracing the breasts, you moaned a little as it took a minute for your mind to make the connection here. "Wuh. 'M Rachel?" You asked, giggling to yourself as you found it funny for some unknown reason. You wanted to cry, scream, do something but all this stoned body would do was grope itself as your tongue explored your mouth.
After a bit of getting used to Rachel, you managed to jump in the shower and wash up. That pot smell was string on her, and it didn't really go away as it did "being masked by other smells". The shower was nice and helped clear your head as you took a moment to look down at your new body. It was tan and in pretty good shape, hands exploring all around before falling on your new vagina. You let out a stifled moan and began to finger yourself. "Damn Rach, y'got a fuckin' nice bod." They pressed harder and further as you let out a load moan, then finishing in the shower as your juices fell down the shower. Coming down from the high, you stepped out and got dressed in Rachel's usual clothes, an old green beanie, a striped tank top, shorts, sandals and a hemp bracelet.