"What the fuck!"
"I am Brittany"
"Holy shit am I losing my mind?"
She felt up her new breasts and moaned
"I am Brittany yes I am"
"Wait no I am Jeanne and I need to get home"
She ran back to her car and drove like a maniac back to her home.
She parked her car in the driveway and got out.
She noticed that her clothes are different and fit her new hourglass form now. It is a pair of matching blue yoga pants and sports bra.
"What the hell...my clothes"
she turned her head to her house
"wait this isn't my house I need to get back in my car"
Her keys are different and her car was gone. Only one car was on the drive way.... a red SUV
"Wait I don't have a Red SUV."
Brittany has a red SUV though
"Oh god what is going on this is Brittany's house... no my house...... NO Brittany's house"
She felt something come over her and unlocked the door
She saw the real Brittany sitting on the couch in a similar outfit with a blue sports bra and black shorts.
"Who the fuck are you!?, why do you look like me?"
"Britt it's me Jeanne I don't know what happened I was driving home and then I just turned into a clone of you please Brittany help me"
Something compelled Brittany to help this clone who claimed to be her friend Jeanne. She hugged her and then felt a pain.
She started to throw up the same dark green tar mixed with some blood.
"Oh god Brittany I am sorry"
Brittany didn't notice as she was throwing up. The tar came out of her ears. Then her eyes and ass and vagina. Her clothes dissolved and she became a pile of bubbling blood and tar.
Then Jeanne started to cry more and felt a migraine coming on Brittany's memories flooded her head the death of both parents, the backstabbing, the lonely nights, the fear of being alone. The "golden-girl wasn't a cheating attention whore and Jeanne learned this in the worst possible way. She became what she envied but at what cost.