It's me!

Without thinking you blurted, "It's me!". James' grip tightened as you rapidly tried to explain the unexplainable - that you woke up in this strange new body, that you were not a thief and that this house was actually your home.

"You expect me to believe that Freaky Friday bullshit?" James scoffed. "Wait 'til the guys hear this one. We'll get the truth out of you one way or another."

He dragged you by your wrist, your petite new frame barely able to slow him as he brought you inside. To your dismay the others were already awake, lounging about in front of the TV as they took turns on the games system. At the sight of you they paused, staring in disbelief as James explained, the two fighters on screen falling into their idle animations as you felt every pair of eyes in the room hungrily taking you in.

"Caught her rushing out of here like she stole something and the best she could come up with was... well, you tell them." James finished.

You gulped as you realised there was no other way but to try to convince them, recounting the same tale you had just told James. It was clear that the guys only half listened, their minds already made up and their heads already full of fantasies about taking advantage of the bizarre situation.

You realised you were losing them when you had an idea - the game! "Here, I can prove it!" you declared, as you stormed over to the couch and plonked yourself down between two of your friends as you snatched a contoller off one of them.

"I kicked all your asses last night... come on, fight me and I'll do it again." you said as you started up a new match. You picked your usual fighter, a detail that the others did not miss, your friend Chris taking up the challenge and selecting his usual fighter. This would be easier than you thought as Chris was a terrible button masher - a grin spread across your face as you started off round one.

The game was over quickly but you had managed to show off your usual skills with great aplomb. You landed combos, delivered special moves and even managed to end it with a brutal finisher that none of the others could pull off. The dominating display left no doubt that your story was true - the hot girl on the couch was actually their friend, magically transformed.

While you basked in your success, you didn't notice the subtle shift in the room, at least until you felt the pair beside you press in a little closer and a hand fell possessively upon your thigh.

"So it really is you..." came Chris' voice in your ear, husky... thick.

On your other side, Dale took the controller from your hands and tossed it aside before grabbing your wrist and pinning your arm down beside you. In an instant his other hand had found your breast and started to squeeze mercilessly.

"Wait... guys..." you gasped, looking to the others for help but their expressions told you everything you needed to know. The group looked at you like you were nothing more than a piece of meat, and as Dale and Chris started to pull at your clothes, the others closed in.

"Guys! Please!" you cried in a final appeal for mercy, but deep down you already knew what came next.