You rush out, sans clothes, a little too late

"Fuck it," you mutter, and open the door, slamming it behind you on instinct, dashing for the little pink cell. Just as you snatch it up the ringing stops.

"Crap," you swear. Now your mom's going to kill you. She's big on discipline. She only just recently stopped spanking you. Of course, now that you're in your sister's body it's probably a whole different story. Sue always was your mother's favorite.

Wondering briefly what your mother was so excited about you admire the shiny gadget in your hand. Your sister had lorded it over you at every opportunity, showing that she'd joined the ranks of the 'cool'. Not that she'd needed a cell to be accepted. Being beautiful, hot, and dressing like a slut had gotten her plenty of admirers.

"Say, what were you going to do today, sis?" you ask aloud, as if your new body would answer. Maybe the phone would know.

Unfortunately, having been cell-deprived all your life makes it a challenge to figure out how to access the horribly pink thing, and you end up hitting a few buttons that probably do things you'd rather not be done.