I was sitting on the train after a long day of work when a pretty raven-haired girl sat down across from me. I was bad at judging ages, but she couldn't have been older than 25.
I smiled at her, but she only stared intently at me in response. A bit unsettled by her odd response, and worried that I had perhaps annoyed her with my attention, I turned to stare pointedly out the window.
Without warning, the girl grabbed my hand. Before I could react, I could somehow feel her inside my head. In the span of a single instant, I watched the entire history of my life unfold at an unbelievebly rapid pace, too fast to follow. It was as if she was sifting through my memories... all of them. I jerked my hand away the first chance I could, but I knew that she had seen everything; my entire existence had played out for her like a movie in less than a second.
It was her turn to smile at me. As I was opening my mouth to ask her what the fuck just happened, she shot out her hand at lightning speed and touched my forehead.
Instantly, as if I had experienced a smash cut in a movie, I was looking at... myself. I was, impossibly, sitting across from my own body. I could feel long hair tickling the skin of my chest, and realized immediately that this freaky bitch had somehow swapped our bodies. My mind reeled from both the new sensations assaulting my every sense, as well as the implications of what had just occurred. Even as I panicked, though, my new body sat calmly in its seat, refusing to respond whatsoever to my mental commands.
Unable to move a muscle, I watched her, in MY body, stand up as the train glided to a stop. He leaned down, pushed a tress of black hair away from my now pierced ears, and murmured "The spell ensures that you won't be able to find me again. You'll remember most things about your past life, but not your old name or details that could lead you to me. You are Madison, now and forever. I suggest you get used to it quickly. Those that obsess over who they used to be often go mad." The man (he was right, I couldn't remember my name) pulled back slightly to look me up and down, and smirked. "Honestly, not a bad deal for you, all things considered. That body can be... fun."
He lowered his arm and gave one of my tits a gentle squeeze while simultaneously pressing his mouth against my soft pink lips. Still unable to move, I nontheless felt my... my pussy twinge at this contact. Oh god, why was I getting turned on by a man? By my own body? He stepped away, looked at me one last time, and mouthed the words "Goodbye love."
My makeup-lined eyes widened in fear as I watched my body walk to the end of the train, go down the steps, and exit. Heart feeling as if it would burst out of my chest,I strained every one of my now tiny muscles, begging my body to move, to follow, to beg, anything, but they refused to cooperate. The cool metal of Madison's necklace was pressed between her... between my cleavage. The cleavage made by my breasts. I had boobs.
As the train pulled away from the station and from my old life, I was filled with millions of questions. First and foremost among them: Who on earth is Madison, and how the hell am I supposed to live her life?