The door to your apartment opens and in walks a girl looking to be about 19 with short purple hair, paper white skin, a choker, b cup breasts, a black puffy maid dress down to her knees, and fish net stockings leading to platform boots up to her knees. With the boots on she was at the same height as Michael, but without them she was a few inches shorter.
“Hey Amanda I’m back from work. Can you do me a favor and help me get this stupid stuff of—ohh!” She suddenly stopped when she realized you where there.
“Sorry dude wrong room.” She said seemingly embaraced. “I’ll just ge—“
But it was too late.
A blue light appeared from the door frame and swallowed both of you.
When it was over you felt weird.
You where standing, when earlier you where sitting down. Looking down you saw your hands weren’t the same. They were thin and white with long sharp red nails. Your shoulders where rounder, sticking out of the black fabric of the dress. You felt your legs surrounded by a tight fish line like material crisscrossing in your fat. Your crotch felt vacant and empty with a slight breeze caressing it making you shudder. While you where checking out your new body You suddenly heard an ear splitting scream. In front of you you saw your own body but with the head of the goth girl instead of yours.
You felt your face and realized it was the same. Overall it seamed as though you just swapped heads with the goth girl and thankfully not brains. Why where you disappointed though?
You walk over to the girl now controlling your old body, wobbling slightly not use to walking in platform shoes or your new center of mass.
You manage to comfort the unknown girl and explain everything as best you can while she cries into her own former bust.
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