As Cindy raced around the corner, she bumped into a girl stumbling around; a slim Asian girl a year or two older than her current self. Her stammered apologies went unnoticed as the girl, hyperventilating, grabbed at herself with a look of horror. Realisation dawned in Cindy as she watched the scene; taking a hold of the girl’s shoulders, she pulled her shocked gaze around to meet her own. “Who are you?” she demanded. The girl gulped choked out a reply: “I’m… I’m not Mara, I’m Jason, I’m Jason, ohgodohgod-” and with that pushed Cindy back onto the grass and fled. Cindy jumped up and was about to pursue when she hear a soft crying noise from behind her. Hurrying towards it, she rounded a corner and found, she supposed, Mara.
Cindy took in the scene; tattered and torn-off shirt lying next to a tall, well-defined senior who was wrapped up in a ball, sobbing quietly. She knelt next to the crying form, tentatively reaching out and taking his hand. “Mara?” she whispered. The girl-turned-boy raised her head and blinked away tears to focus on Cindy. “I’m… I’m a…” “I know” Cindy whispered quickly. “It happened to me too. A couple of days ago, I was a college girl. Now I’m this.” Mara buried her head in her hands. “How could this happen? What could do this to me?” “I don’t know” Cindy admitted. Why the hell would whoever had stolen her body come here?
Mara slowly brushed her hand across her chest. “Will I be stuck like this? Am I gonna have to be like this forever?” “Unless we can find out what’s doing this, maybe.” Mara gave a desperate sob and Cindy wrapped her hands around the large male body and let it cry into her shoulder, clutching her tightly. “Don’t worry” she whispered. “We’ll figure it out. And it’s not that bad. You’re alive. You’re healthy.” Mara gave a half laugh through her crying. “I’m all furry” she said. “I’d noticed” replied Cindy, smiling gently.
She stood up and watched Mara dry her eyes and pull herself to her feet. “Just think of it as a way to see what a guy sees” she said. “Although you might want to get yourself another shirt.” Mara tugged at her pants as they drooped down off her waist. “Right” she replied. “And a belt.” Cindy blanked for a moment at the sight in front of her then forced herself to gather her thoughts together, folding her hands in front of her and inwardly cursing the physical reactions of this body, as well as it’s overeager hormones. She considered the options presented. “Try the guy’s changing rooms.” “What?!’ squeaked Mara. “Listen” said Cindy “You’re a guy for the moment. You have to handle the changing rooms and should be able to find a shirt in there somewhere. Meet me back here in 15 minutes. And, uhmm… try not to let your eyes wander or get distracted, okay?” Mara blushed bright red and looked down at herself once more. “Right”. She walked off whilst Cindy lent against the wall and tried to collect herself before heading off to find Jason.