To add insult to injury after talking to Lauren, Jackie's bus pulled away just before she walked around the corner. With a sigh she started to walk the mile to her house, having to suffer the still overwhelming feeling of haven two gorgeous black bodies beneath his very white male head. Jackie grumbled to herself, she should have never dated Lauren, that bitch was bad news and she knew it, she should have avoided that bitch entirely.
The sun shined as Jackie walked along, the rhythm of her gate similar to a horse, she felt the breeze on her legs, and the weight of her twin bodies, she was tempted to feel around herself to figure out what she looked like, but she'd just wait until she got home. After a half hour Jackie made it home, some things were different in front of the house, the deck swing was green instead of it's normal white, but most of it was the same, she reached the front door and then it occurred to her, she didn't have her keys, they were in her old bodies pants. Then with a sense of dread she thought of something.
"M..Maybe I don't live here anymore." Jackie took off her backpack and dug through it, praying to find her keys, her hand wrapped around them and pulled them out of the bag, Jackie looked down and let out a massive sigh of relief. "Oh thank you.... at least something is normal." Jackie opened the door and walked into her house.
The decor had changed drastically, not for the worse but still it was different, the furniture was still here it was supposed to be, but most of it wasn't the beige his mother strictly stuck to, but red, curtains matched the floors, which were now all mahogany hardwood floors, it was strange but familiar. Jackie noticed a note on the fridge, "Keep the house clean, no wild parties." She wondered what that meant when more information flooded her head, her mom was not her old mom, but one Michelle Jones, but her dad was the same, which was sad but made sense that at least one of her parents was matching her new bodies. It also hit her that while they were still successful as they were before hand, Martha wasn't their maid, they never had one, Jackie and her parents always took care of the house themselves, which didn't really bother Jackie much.
Her parents where on vacation, it hit her as she stood there taking all this in, they'd be gone for a month, and trusted her to keep the house while they were gone. Jackie took off her shoes and made her way upstairs, at least she had complete privacy to learn of her new life and how to deal with these bodies.