She handed you the pink cup, think nothing of it. "Guess who I saw on the news yesterday."
"Who?" Lisa asks as she sits down, yet to take a drink.
"Chelsea Smith."
"Oh I remember her!" She tells you as you drink from the pink cup. "She was the one dating Tim Cross." She drinks from the blue one. "John since when did you have such a great tan?"
Frowning you realise she is right, but you are distracted by her face. "And since when did you have freckles?"
"What!?" She shrieked, her voice breaking, then she ran into the bathroom.
Shrugging you stand and look in the mirror behind you, checking out your new tan. "Weird." You mutter. Your face, other than yours, looks strangely familiar. "Those lips!" You gasp as you recognise the full lips. You would never forget the lips that you first kissed. Looking down several thin strands of chocolate hair hung down, but you were more interested in the two small orbs on your chest. You feel dizzy as you realise what is happening. "This can't be happening! No! No! No!" With that last no, your voice breaks. "It-" You stop as you recognise the soft, girlish voice as Chelsea's. Suddenly remembering Lisa, you run into the bathroom, you growing breasts bouncing uncomfortably as you do.
Looking in, you find a tall, broad shouldered woman with barely any breasts to speak of, and shortening, blondish-red hair. Lisa was crying where she stood, so you go to wrap your arms around her, but find that she is the one wrapping her arms around your. A strange feeling in the nether regions tells you that the changes were complete.
Looking up, you see the red eyed face of Tim Cross staring back at you. "John?" A deep voice asks.
You nod as you stare into the mirror, which accuses you of lying. It tells you that you are now a cute, sixteen year old girl wrapped in the arms of her seventeen year old boyfriend. Your eyes meet in the mirror. The two of you were now high school lovers.