Molly Hooper stretched out like a cat and opened her eyes. With a groan, she looked over at her bedside table, her eyes trying to make out the numbers on her alarm clock.
When she couldn't see them, she sat up and frowned. Her eyebrows furrowed as she realised this wasn't her bed. It was too soft and the material was too fine. Molly looked around the room to see it was white. It was bigger than her room, too, and was grander. The wardrobe was large and the cupboard beside it had golden handles.
She swung her legs over the bed and looked down. She wore blue silk pyjamas and there was an 'I' embroidered on the shirt.
"So pretentious," she muttered before freezing.
Molly's hand flew to her mouth and she gasped. That wasn't her voice! This wasn't her flat! Something was wrong, very wrong!
There was a mirror on the back of the door and Molly walked over to it. She gasped when she saw her refection. She looked so perfect, the epitome of beauty. Molly ran her fingers through her hair. How could she be so beautiful?
She opened the door, trying to get away from the captivating face. Outside, a young woman dressed in a black piece of material that could hardly be called a dress, smiled at her.
"Good morning, Miss Adler," she purred out.
The first thing Molly thought was, 'Either I'm drugged up and Toby is now a female human, or something wrong has gone on. Given the current circumstances, I'm going to go with the latter.'
"Er, hi…?" Molly muttered, looking around the building. "Where's the bathroom? I'm a bit groggy," she lied, hoping the woman believed her.
Without a word, the lady placed her hand on Molly's lower back and guided her to another door. Molly tried to keep her poker face on, but she didn't know if she was showing her alarm or not.
"Just in there. If you're not feeling too well, I'm more than happy to play nurse for you," the woman told Molly, sliding a finger down Molly's arm.
"Uh, right. Thanks, I'll keep that in mind," she replied before slipping into the bathroom.
Molly closed the door and rested against the bench. She splashed some water on her face, but to her dismay, she remained the same. Molly looked up at the mirror against the wall and frowned.
"I can't be this gorgeous."
Molly knew it was impossible to swap bodies with someone, especially someone so attractive. She felt bad for whoevers body this was and whoever had taken over hers. Molly didn't live a fun or glamorous life, unlike this person. Here she was, standing in silk pyjamas, looking like a model with a to-die-for body.
After washing her hands, Molly stepped out of the bathroom to be greeted by the woman again. "There's someone here to see you, a Miss Molly Are you expecting her?"
The woman spoke as if Molly was the most important person in the entire world, as if she was everything. She couldn't help but blush at the woman's tone.
"Erm, yes, I was. I'll just get ready, then," she replied.
Miss Adler, the woman Molly thought had taken her body, probably wouldn't want to see herself in her pyjamas, even if she is stunning.
"Would you like some assistance?" the woman asked, snapping Molly from her thoughts.
"Er, yes please."
The duo walked to another room, a room full of clothes. Molly's jaw dropped as she saw how much clothes hung up, waiting for use. She had no idea what clothes would be hanging out in the bedroom (probably fancy pyjamas) but this was really heaven!
"Anything in particular?" the woman asked as she skimmed over the clothes.
Molly hesitated and blinked a few times. "Well, we're old friends from way back, so something appropriate, I suppose."
The woman smirked and nodded before pulling out a few options. She handed them to Molly who looked at the clothes. Oh gosh, they were not very… concealing. Molly cast a look up at the woman who crossed her arms and smirked.
"Go ahead," she said, causing Molly to blush.
"Could, er, you… leave?" she stammered out.
The woman gave her an odd look. "But what if you require assistance? I'm over in the study, arranging your appointments. You know that."
Molly's blush became worse as she realised what was going to happen. She'd have to strip for a stranger and get ready to meet herself. Nonetheless, Molly bit her tongue and changed as fast as possible, not looking up at Miss Adler's assistant at all. Molly didn't want to know what expression the woman had on her face, nor catch her eye while she… well…
After sliding on the dress, the woman took her over to another room. Molly couldn't believe her eyes when she opened the door to reveal a large duchess full of makeup. She was sat down and the woman got started, putting powders and creams over her face. After a few minutes of being prodded and covered in stuff, the woman moved to work on her hair. Molly looked in the mirrors and admired the creation of that woman. If she thought she was the epitome of beauty before- well, nothing could compare to the beauty now.
"Done," the woman said after a few more minutes.
Molly couldn't believe how amazing she looked. "Th-thank you so much," she stuttered out to the woman who wrapped an arm around Molly's waist.
"Not a problem, Miss Adler." She eyed Molly with a hunger in her eyes before stepping aside, seeing Molly's confused and somewhat startled face.
"Where's Molly?" Molly asked, feeling rather stupid.
"Down stairs. Follow me."