Not much of a threat anymore (TW-J)

I looked down, of course, to see why everything felt so off, and found I could see very little beyond the tops of my breasts and the pair of nipples standing up off them. My hand flew to my crotch, and guess what I found there. Nothing. Well, not nothing, but not what I was used to feeling there.

Naturally, I freaked right the Hell out, which led to the inarticulate moaning and hyperventilating. Elspeth was having none of that. She snapped her fingers in front of my face, and I suddenly felt calm descend over me like a blanket.

She tucked my long, brown hair back behind my ears and looked me over. Wait. Long hair? Maybe I could have used a trim, but my hair had never been long in my life. When she took hold of my arm, I found that my legs worked again. Elspeth walked me into the bathroom and turned me to face the big mirror that stretched across the Jack and Jill sinks.

The young woman looking back at me wasn't gorgeous, but she was cute. Her face was pleasant, with a few freckles, and she had slightly mussed brown hair hanging past her shoulders. Nice breasts, tight waist. An untrimmed bush nestled between gently flaring hips. Overall, I would definitely have looked twice if I'd seen this girl at Starbuck's. Seeing her in the mirror where my geeky self was supposed to be, I was anything but attracted, though.

Elspeth interrupted my assessment, saying, "Dean, meet Jacquelyn Atwell. Jackie to her friends."

I was beyond confused, but remembered I didn't need to speak aloud for my captor to hear my questions.

"You look like her because you are her," she said. "The real Jackie came up as a missing person several months ago, and is probably either dead or working in a whorehouse somewhere very unpleasant. The cops in Atlanta didn't try very hard to find her as she'd already been arrested twice as a minor for prostitution, and was known to have ties to some shady dudes. They were trying to get her to testify against said shady dudes when she disappeared. There's a bench warrant out for her arrest in Georgia."

I wasn't any less confused, but waited for her to continue.

"Now we've changed that story to solve our little housing problem. Seems Jackie fled here, to California, with a good chunk of change stolen from her former bosses. Bought herself a new identity as Jacquelyn Summers. Got a job. Enrolled in college. Got this sweet apartment. Put out an ad for a roommate."

The light was starting to dawn. Elspeth smiled and said, "Now you're getting it. See, you won't be calling the cops. My friend and I made sure there was a tiny flaw in Jackie Summers' fake identity. It won't come up in the normal course of things, but if the police ever looked too closely, Jackie Atwell might find herself very quickly on a plane to Georgia. In handcuffs."

I sagged in defeat.

"I did make sure we could wear the same sizes, though, so we can share clothes, roomie. And now you won't have to worry about sharing the apartment with some annoying girl with whom you have nothing in common. Sweet, right?"

I leaned forward on the sink surround, and stared into Jackie's hazel eyes. My eyes, now. I had to admit that Elspeth had me cornered. Maybe I might figure a way out of this, but it wasn't going to be today.

"So," Elspeth interrupted my reverie, "when can I move in?"