Jennifer ran out the door, practically leaping into Jonah's arms to give him a peck on the cheek. The least she could do was tease him a little before dumping him to the curve. Something didn't seem right though. As Jonah put her back on the ground something began to feel very strange.
Jennifer's clothing began feeling baggy as if it was growing around her. All except her bra which had begun pressing painfully against her breasts as the cups tried to flatten themselves. Jonah also seemed to be in similar distress, dropping to his knees as his boxers tightened painfully. The pressure on Jennifer's lessened as the straps began to expand and her panties hung oddly between her legs. Her skirt fell to the ground revealing that her panties had bunched up into a pouch that was hanging oscenely between her legs.
Jonah's clothes had become so tight that it was a wonder they didn't explode. Every muscle was outlined by the shrinking cloth. The pressure was apparently agony as he tried to free himself in vain.
Almost as soon as it started there was a flash. When Jennifer opened her eyes she wasn't in the position she had been in. Looking over she could see Jonah, or what she thought was Jonah. Jonah was standing where Jennifer had been standing, fully made up as a highschool cheerleader. She could even see his bra peaking from his dishevelled uniform and for some reason that made her boxers squirm oddly against her crotch. She then realized she was dressed as Jonah, with the clothing fitting perfectly despite anatomical differences. Looking down she could see her pants squeezing themselves into an embarassing mimicry of an erection which resembled an epic camel toe.
Jonah looked over to her in shock and exclaimed "Jonah! What just happened?"