Molly lifted her hand to rub at her forehead, but took notice immediately that something was wrong with it. The fingers were more slender. The scar on her middle finger where she'd slices herself open on one of her dad's wood working tools as a kid was missing. "..what the-.."
She snapped her mouth shut hearing her voice that wasn't her voice, and she scrambled upright. She caught her reflection in the mirror next to her. No. That was Jo's reflection, but Molly was looking right at it with no one else next to her. She whipped her head to the side and felt her jaw fall open. "...oh..my....god.."
She tried to get to her feet quickly then promptly fell over as the weight she was used to wasn't there in this body. This one moved differently, the center of balance higher in the torso. She caught herself with a hand to a mirror but snatched it back as if she expected something to grab her wrist and pull her through.
"Jo? Is that uh..you..in there?" And why was it that the first thing her mind decided to throw at her was are my hips really that big?!