Sean, now "Shawna", got away from the Cronivac and sat down on the bed. "What to do now?" she wondered, looking down at her hot body. After thinking she had an idea: She'd go to the high school, find some girls like the ones from his class, and embarrass them. She stood up and went into her closet to find some clothes that would fit. As she looked into her closet trying to find some large shirts and pants, she saw a message on the Cronivac. It said: "Change clothing to match form? Y/N". "Wow..." said Shawna, "Convenient..." She clicked the 'Y' key and watched as the t-shirts and jeans in his closet became tanktops, v-necks, and all kinds of sexy outfits. The pants became capris, bellbottoms, shortshorts, cut-offs, and hotpants. Her collection of ratty tennis shoes and torn-up boots became camisoles, stilletto heels, high-heels, and all kinds of stuff. Shawna turned around and noticed a strip on her closet door holding about 15 different purses. On the floor, where her clothes laid before the transformation, became a cheerleading top, skirt, socks, and shoes. 'Whoa...' thought Shawna, picking up the skimpy top and skirt, 'this doesn't leave much to the imagination...' A different voice came into her head. 'But that's the way all those studs like it!' Shawna looked around. "That...was weird..." she said, looking through her drawers. In one of the top drawers, where his boxers once dwelled, was filled with thongs and lace panties. Though she originally wanted to wear something less revealing, she ended up choosing a tight red thong.
After initial discomfort with the thong, it no longer got irritating and she slipped on the skirt. 'Damn...if this was any shorter, you could see my pussy', she said to herself. The different, sexier voice said, 'So what? I WANNA show'em!' "What the hell is doing that?" she said out loud, looking in the hall and surrounding rooms. She sighed and put on her tiny cheerleading shoes, which fit her perfectly. Shawna went downstairs and grabbed her car keys. "Damn"...she said aloud. 'I'll have to readjust my seat', she silently said, walking out the front door. She stopped on the 3rd step as she remembered: She doesn't have a driver's lisence for this body! She began walking back in the front door, and went up to her room. She didn't see her driver's lisense on the dresser where she left it, and rummaged all around looking for it. She finally starting looking in her 'new' purses. Inside of one that looked like a camisole, she found a brown leather wallet with "Daddy's Money Holder" written on it.Inside, she found a driver's lisence belonging to "Shawna Jackson". The smiling girl in the photo was her! She noticed this license didn't list her as an organ donor. "Huh...why's this ID not a donor?" The voice spoke up again. 'Why should THEY get my liver if I die? What have THEY done for ME?!' Shawna shook her head. 'Yeah', she thought, 'that's one way of looking at it.' She put the ID and wallet inside the purse and put it on her shoulder. After thinking a minute, she decided to take the Cronivac and her laptop with her, just in case she decided to switch back. She walked out of her room once again and went out the front door, down the stairs, and stepped into her car. "Man..." Shawna said, looking into the mirror, "I look HOT!"