You sat there, not exactly feeling 'normal', your teenaged head securely attached to your neighbor's buff, 6' 2" tall body, your biceps stretching the short sleeves of your white t-shirt. You exchanged nervous smiles and glances with Liz's parents, while you were unable to get Courtney's attention at all due to the fact her eyes were practically glued to the screen of her phone.
Glancing into the kitchen, you saw Liz walking by repeatedly, dressed in her sky blue tank top (that showed off her generous cleavage), a pair of low-rise jeans and her favorite grey sneaker flats with velcro fastenings. Liz didn't like wearing heels, even though she was only 5' 4" tall.
You sat there, anxiously waiting her return, as the situation was 'uncomfortable' to say the least. Your new fingers were touching the head swapping device in your jeans pocket, you wondered whether now was the right time to test it.
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