Straining her fingers through her hair with all of the obsession of someone right out of a mental ward, she shot right out of her own skin, or so she thought, as her door came slamming open. Her mother stood there, a scowl on her face. Her mother's dark hair dipped over her right eye from the wind of the door, the hair itself the same as Jennifer's own, though styled just around her shoulders instead of down her back. Her face and body type were the same as hers as well, in a lot of ways, her mother was just the 42 year old variant of herself.
Seeing that look on her mother's face, Jennifer immediately erupted into a panic, because she knew it was her "scolding face" and she was the type to... "Jennifer Smith, I --" No sooner was her named mentioned, than did Jennifer herself feel those very words dangling from her own lips. "U...uh..." She blinked a couple times, finding herself at odds with her position. Her hand was suddenly holding a wooden surface, and her body was wrapped up tight in something. The girl across from her became a blur for the moment as she grappled with herself, turning her head from side to side, finding herself in the doorway. That's all it took. "N..n..no...no..no.no.NO!" Escalating in intensity, her head which gazed upon the aged hand upon the door frame, turned down towards herself. Her skin met leather, as this full body jumpsuit wrapped tightly to her skin, a motorcycle helmet clung in her other hand.
"Did I hit my head or what? Am I seeing myself or... did I get high?" Jennifer heard her own voice come out across the room. Of course she didn't recognize it as her own really, but had never heard her own voice from the outside before. She looked at her own body sitting across the way, still half-dressed for it's cheerleading role. "This can't be happening..." Jennifer mumbled under her breath as her mother picked up the long hair which seemed to have startled her. Examining it with a curved jaw, it lead her to gazing at the full length mirror not too far off the bedside. "Woah." She blurted it out in a guttural fashion, like a man would to a hot passerby that they didn't quite want the person to hear.
"Jennifer, is that you?" She asked after a few seconds of collecting herself in-front of the mirror. "Y-yes! Of course it's me!" Jen was in shock over seeing her beautiful body move about without her. She couldn't even bring herself to cry she was so distraught over the sight. "We've up and switched bodies. How hilarious~" Speaking from the throat again, her mother Kimberly laughed. "W-why are you laughing, this is horrible!" Jen told her as she pushed her to the side, this time finding tears as she caught sight of her old face. "This can't be happening!" She told her reflection as her fingers passed over the slight wrinkles on Mrs. Smith's otherwise beautiful face. Yet to Jennifer, they were gigantic, gross and disgusting -- everything she wasn't.
"I was coming in to tell you something, but I totally forget now. This is so interesting, don't you think?" Her mother's words and actions came off as teasing as she mimicked her daughter in the mirror. Though where her daughter found wrinkles and sagging skin, she found nothing but smooth, soft, vibrant skin, far too young to sag. Admittedly, she couldn't help but smile over it. She had forgotten just how moist young skin was, and without any moisturizer or anything. "Stop smiling, we have to fix this. This is the worst thing ever!" She told her mother, shaking her by the shoulders with wild disregard for her comfort. "How rude. It's just a little age, you get it sometimes, hahaha. Never seen it go the other way though. It's nice."
"It is not nice! Now fix it!" She yelled at her mother, who playfully ran her fingers through her daughter's hair, enjoying the simple luxuries that her body provided. "It's like I'm back in high school again -- also, I don't know how to fix something I didn't do. Oh wow... no back pain either." Thoughts meandering, her mother was far too invested in this newfound youth to have the same kind of outcry her daughter was having. She twisted, jumped, and generally moved about, testing the waters. The smile she found with each thing didn't aid in her daughter's attitude however. "Stop touching that and focus, this is all your fault for saying my name!"
"Going to need more to go on, Jennifer..." Her mother told her with narrow, playfully deadpanned eyes. "It's the game, you've heard of it, right? That curse in this place. It's transform or dare, like truth or dare only magic. I thought it was lame, hoaxy crap, but it's true, and some nerd used it on me! He dared me to switch bodies with the next person who said my full name. Uuugh, why did it have to be you?" The rant ended on a sour note, for both of them. "It could be worse you know."
"How...? How could this be ANY worse?" Her daughter groaned, and she sighed. She chose to drop the topic altogether instead. "Okay, so what happens now? How does this game work?"
"I don't... ah!" A light went on for Jen as she realized that the person who gets "Transformed or Dared" now had the ability to do it onto others. Salvation she thought! Maybe she could get her body back.