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Queen Chica's Spell
Chapter 3.
Pinch Me, Am I Dreaming?
Troy only stopped screaming, to take in a breath. He couldn't believe it! When he lifted his hand up to cover his mouth, Sharpay did the same in the mirror. Was it some sort of weird joke!? Was Chad trying to scare the shit out of him or what!
He turned around to take in the room. It definitely was Sharpay's. Everything was pink, and it was huge, with posters hanging everywhere of pop and rock stars. He looked at himself again, and come face to face with her nighty one more time. He placed his hands on his body, to feel the curve of his hips and a filled out butt on his back.
He opened his mouth and screamed again, and just then realized that his voice was higher too. He sounded a hell of a lot like Sharpay. He was seriously loosing his mind!
Just then Mrs. Evans barged trough the doors, a scared look in her eyes, "What's wrong, Sharpay honey?" she asked, "Did you get a zit? Was there a spider, what?"
"Nothing… nothing, Mrs. Eva- mom." Troy said, biting his lips. He awkwardly placed his arms in front of his huge chest, not really comfortable by being seen like this. "Nothing mom, I just… I was doing a theatre exercise."
"Well, do it calmer then." Mrs. Evans said. She shot him a weird look, and left the room, closing the door safely behind her.
Troy hurried into the bathroom, to check if things were different down… there too. He pulled his, no Sharpay's thong down, and realized that it was. There was no way, he could have had his… thing down there anyway.
He needed to pee, but he wasn't exactly an expert in the whole thing, when he had to sit down. He knew he had to try though, she he sat on her toilet, and realized that that was actually pretty comfortable. When he was done, he stood up, and flushed the toilet.
So.
He was trapped in Sharpay's body, and he didn't know where Sharpay was. His guess would be in his body, but he didn't know how it happened. All he knew was that it was freaking him out. Just then he realized something… he had free access to a very hot, female body. He could touch anything he wanted to.
He knew Sharpay would kill him, but she wasn't there right now. He placed a hand on each breast, and squeezed, taking in the feeling of Sharpay's boobs. They were definitely good. The only thing weird about it right now was, that he was actually touching them on himself. It would have been better if he had been in his own body, and could touch them from there.
Walking into the room again, still taking in the feel of his breasts, he looked around. Just when he looked himself in the mirror again, he realized that maybe he should actually find Sharpay. He looked at himself, and tempted on whether or not he should take on some decent clothes. However, he figured that this way… would be much more fun.
He bounced down the stairs, going for the front door, when Mrs. Evans' voice stopped him again;
"Where are you going, Sharpay?"
"Outside… mom." Troy replied, shooting her what he thought was Sharpay's sweet, innocent smile.
"In your nighty!?" Mrs. Evans shrieked, her voice shrill.
"Yes, mom." Troy smiled, "Don't you know? It's the new hit. Everybody does it." He shot her another smile, and hurried out the front door, ready to take the chance and hit his own house, hoping Sharpay might be there.
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Sharpay softly stretched herself, her hands bumping into the wall behind her. She smiled to herself, satisfied by the good nights sleep she'd had. She had gotten so mad at Troy last night, that she just couldn't stand to be in that house anymore. It was wise of her to go home, she admitted.
She turned around on her left side, to see what time it was, however, when she opened her eyes, she was surprised to come face to face with a wall.
That was weird. Only the top of her bed was against a wall. Her bed wasn't placed in a corner. She sat up in the bed, and looked around, realizing that she wasn't in her own room.
Was it really Troy's room she was in…?
With her mouth open, she quickly stood out of bed, not understanding how she ended there. She turned around in a circle, biting her lip slightly. What was going on? Did she go over here last night to apologise to him, or something?
She swallowed hard, and tempted on whether or not she should call on Troy. She decided she should. "Troy…?" she whispered, but paused when she realized that her voice was different. It was darker, hoarse. Did she get a cold? "Troy…?" she tried again. Though the voice was familiar. Didn't she sound a lot like Troy himself?
She swallowed again, and took her nail to her mouth, ready to bite it, like she always did when she was nervous. She was surprised though, when she wasn't met by a long pink nail, but a short dirty one. She held her hands in front of her face, and stopped breathing when she saw that they were much bigger than they used to be. Since when did she get hairy knuckles…?
She let her gaze continue down her arms, and stopped when she realized she wasn't looking at herself. She was looking at Troy! What the hell was going on!?
She looked around the room, trying to find a mirror. But Troy was a guy. Why didn't guys have mirrors in their rooms!?
She placed her hands on her chest, and wasn't surprised to find her boobs gone. In stead she felt a nice six-pack. She looked at herself, and realized she was wearing a pair of blue boxers.
She took a deep breath, and got herself together. "Okay…" she calmly said, realizing her voice was exactly like Troy's, "Okay, calm down, Sharpay. You must be dreaming. There's no way you can be stuck in Troy Bolton's body. Just pinch yourself, real hard, and you'll wake up. Come on, do it."
She was afraid to do it, because she didn't want to know the answer. If she didn't wake up, she had to face the truth. If she didn't wake up, she was actually stuck in Troy Bolton's body. She slowly lifted her hand to her, no Troy's, shoulder, and pinched herself, as hard as possible. She flinched, but didn't wake up in her own bed.
She slowly took another deep breath, and tried to think clearly. She couldn't figure out what had happened, but she knew she had to talk to Troy. If she was in his body, in his room, he must be in her body, in her room! Oh shit! He was in her body! She wanted to scream by the thought of what he might do to it.
She rushed to one of the drawers and picked out a t-shirt and a pair of shorts for him. She couldn't just walk out of here in boxers, that would be too embarrassing. She quickly took it on, and left the room. She stopped by the bathroom on her way down, to make sure she actually was trapped in Troy's body, and she was. It was his blue pools staring back at, when she looked in there.
She quickly picked at toothbrush she believed was Troy's, and brushed her teeth. She tried to style his hair, but discovered that was a very hard thing to do. She picked out a nice perfume from the shelf behind her, and just when she had taken it on, she realized it was for women, and that it must be his mom's.
She swallowed a laugh, and rushed down the stairs, to get to her house, before Troy did something stupid.
She quickly began to run, hoping she wouldn't crash into anyone Troy knew, that could only end in disaster. She didn't go far though, because when she rounded a corner, she crashed right into her own body.
"Oh my God!" she yelled, "Troy is that you!?"
"Yes!" he yelled, "You're Sharpay, right!?"
"Yes!" she yelled, quickly letting her eyes wander over her own body, "Troy!?" she yelled, "What is it that you're wearing!? Why didn't you put clothes on! This is so embarrassing! We have to go home."
"No!" Troy said, "I found this rather funny, actually. I was able to turn some heads on quite a few people on my way down here. And who can blame them, you are pretty hot, Sharpay."
"Well, cover yourself up!" she said, "My boobs are popping out of that nighty!"
"I know!" Troy laughed.
Sharpay quickly pulled the t-shirt she was wearing over her head, and forced it on her body. She couldn't let him walk around in her body like that. What wouldn't people think?
"Now…" She said, shooting him what she thought was a killer-look, however, it didn't exactly work with Troy's eyes, "When we're all decent, what is going on? What is happening?"
"I don't know." Troy admitted, "I just woke up in your body."
"Yeah," she agreed, and hugged Troy's body close, because she was getting chilly without a shirt on, "Maybe we should head to my house and talk about all this? We have to figure out what happened, and I have to dress me up!"
Troy laughed, "Okay… You wouldn't want to know what I did to your body, do you?"
"Did you even have time to do anything!?" Sharpay asked, as they made their way towards her house.
"Oh yeah," Troy said, "First I freaked out a little bit, but then I realized I was in a hot female body, so I started exploring it a little bit."
"What do you mean by explore!?" Sharpay said, narrowing her eyes in on him.
"Oh," Troy said, "Like this." He quickly placed his hands on his boobs and started squeezing them again, shooting Sharpay a devilish grin.
"Stop it, Troy!" Sharpay said, trying to slap his arms away, "I wont have you filling me up! Move your hands from my boobs!"
"No!" Troy said, "It feels good. You have very good boobs Sharpay, that was a compliment for once. See, we're making progress."
"I can't believe you're still so annoying in my body!" Sharpay said, mad, "I hoped that maybe it would have some sort of positive affect on you. But noooo, I'm stuck listening to this until we figure out what to do."
"And I'm happy to be able to do this." Troy said, still squeezing her boobs with a teasing smile on his face.
"Stop it!" Sharpay said.
Troy squeezing again.
"I said stop it!"
Another squeeze.
"Stop it, stop it right now!"
And yet again.
"I'm gonna kill you Troy!"
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