The phone rings again.

Though frigging yourself off with your neighbour watching has been a blast you realise that you really need to get serious. There's a whole host of unanswered questions buzzing around your pretty head about how and why this change has occurred. Are you the only one affected, and where the hell is your old body?

You snatch up your sister's precious pink cellphone and decide to head back indoors. On an impulse, before you go you turn your head and stare directly at the neighbour's window where the perv is still standing and watching you. You wave gaily at him and then blow a kiss, letting him know for certain that you knew he was there and what he'd been doing to himself while you were diddling your clit.

The guy flushes and you turn away, giving your pert little bubblebutt an extra wiggle as it's the last view he'll be getting of this body for now.

You have only just shut the door behind you and got back in the house when the gaudy cellphone rings again. The damn thing is set on vibrate and you nearly drop the phone in surprise when it starts buzzing in your hand and blaring out what sounds like "Dirrty" by Christina Aguilera. Why does your sister's choice of a ringtone come as no surprise?

"Yeah hello?" You ask in response, having to look closely at the phone to work out which button is for answering.

"Sue? It's Shelly." Comes the reply.

Shelly is one of your sister's best friends, one of the popular crowd of course, with a body that is a walking wet dream. You have something of mixed emotions about the gorgeous blond prickteaser. You always hated the way she and your sister used to huddle and giggle at you whenever Shelly was around your house, but at the same time couldn't help knocking one out in the bathroom after seeing the ripe slut in her little microskirts and too tight tops with no bra underneath. Naturally Shelly is on the cheerleading squad and dating on of the football jocks.

"Oh hi Shelly." You say, trying to sound as relaxed and natural as you can. "This is Sue."

"Well duh, of course it is. As if I wouldn't recognise my bee eff eff's voice." Shelly says. "Who else could it be anyway answering your cell?"

"Ermm, noone really." You say, racking your brains for the sort of words and phrases youre sister would use. "So wassup, girlfriend?"