Jameson walked into the empty diner at an eye-popping 2:47 A.M. He couldn’t sleep and had just been restless at his house, so he threw on a plain blue t-shirt, a pair of black jeans and some canvas sneakers and walked down the street to the 24 hour diner on the corner. He carried the book he had been reading for the last few days thinking he could get to the end in a few hours. Jameson caught his reflection in the windows of the brightly lighted diner as walked to the entrance. He was tall at 6’2” but thin with shaggy black hair and hazel eyes that on that night conveyed nothing but sleeplessness.

A single waitress manned the front of the diner as he entered. She gave a slight, shy smile as she looked up as the door opened; a simple “Hi” was all she said.

Jameson smiled and nodded to her; looked to his right and proceeded to slide into the third booth down the row. The waitress came over with a menu, but he just gave her a quick smile and said “I’ll just have some coffee please”

Her smile only raised the right corner of her mouth “Good; I’d hate to have to try to rouse the cook from his hang-over induced slumber in the back to make you something any way” she said wearily.  “It’ll be a few minutes though…I’ve got to start a fresh pot”

“That’s fine” Jameson replied as he looked up and reading the cheap plastic name tag she wore on the left side of her black button up shirt “Uh…Cassidy; I’m in no hurry”

She continued to smile faintly as she turned and walked back to the counter. She started up the coffee maker and sat back down at the end stool of the counter. She had a Nursing textbook and a pile of notes spread out on the counter and while Jameson flipped open his book, she flipped through the book, jotting down new notes.

Jameson’s eyes lingered on Cassidy for a moment over the top of his novel. She was quite pretty with long curly brown hair, olive skin and dark brown eyes that he had seen a bit of light in when she had smiled at him. She wore a black button up shirt tucked into tan shorts and well-worn black flats but what caught his attention was that it seemed like her legs went on for miles. “She can’t be much older than I am” he thought seeing her college textbooks, as he had recently finished his freshman year.

As the coffee pot beeped, Cassidy looked up but Jameson quickly looked down at his book, trying to make sure she didn’t catch him checking her out. He saw her take a cup and saucer out from behind the counter and he made sure he was smiling when she arrived with the pot. “So” she said glancing at his book “Game of Thrones fan?” she said seeing that he was reading ‘A Storm of Swords’

Jameson quickly said “Yeah: Are you too?”

“I watch the show, but I haven’t read the books” she replied as she poured his first cup full.

“Oh, yeah I watch too, but I wanted to get all the other details so I decided to make my way through them” he said tapping the cover.

“I’d love to get more time to read for fun” Cassidy replied “But I’m down to my last semester before my degree and I have to finish. With working full time, it’s taken me 6 years just to get here” she said smiling down at him. “Enjoy it” she said as she turned and walked back to her perch at the counter.

Jameson gave a slight smirk at the sight of her heart shaped ass giving just enough under those tan shorts to make him sigh.

He read and sipped his coffee and he’d hear her flipping pages or writing something out and he’d give a quick glance up and see her sitting there; and with each glance up, he got a little more infatuated with her. “Why don’t I come here more often” he thought to himself.

A half hour passed and she got up to pour him a refill. She came over with the coffee and Jameson went for the cup to hand it to her at the same time she began to pour the coffee in the cup where it sat on the table. The result was scalding hot coffee on Jameson’s right hand. “Yow ouch!” he yelled.

“OH MY GOSH: I’M SO SORRY!” Cassidy gasped in horror. He hand shooting to her mouth. She spun and raced to the counter as Jameson flicked his hand back and forth in pain. Cassidy hurried over with a cold rag and she quickly pressed it down on the burn between his thumb and forefinger.

“Oh I’m so sorry” she repeated with pity in her dark eyes as she pressed down. She held his right hand tightly between her hands and the cool rag did ease the initial pain in Jameson’s hand.

He looked closely at her hands pressing down on his own and noticed no rings. His eyes went up her arms to her face. She was looking down at his hand and he saw genuine concern on her face and he said “It’s okay…it’s not that bad…don’t worry, I’m fine”

Their eyes locked at that moment “But I feel so bad” she said to him.

“It’s okay” he said as she released his hand, but she then swatted her hand as if she had been stung.

“Ouch!” she said jumping a bit. She rubbed her right hand between her thumb and forefinger as under her rubbing fingers a red burn mark spread out.

Jameson clenched his hand “Huh” he said softly looking at his hand; there was no mark at all there.

Cassidy looked at her hand; mouth open. “What the Hell?” she asked curling her finger over the burn mark “How did I get burned?”

Jameson began to rise as he saw her discomfort. He came up next her as she bent over looking at her hand. She stood up and Jameson realized that he was about six inches taller than her as their eyes locked once more. They stared at each other intently; not able to look away. “What’s going on?” Cassidy said nervously but unable to break away her eyes.

“I…I don’t know” Jameson replied also still looking into her eyes. He felt an odd sensation begin at the base of his spine. It corkscrewed up his nerves putting him extremely on edge. Out of his peripheral vision he saw Cassidy’s shoulders rising up and pulling in as if she were tensing up. Then, as quickly as it started, the feeling vanished and Jameson shook his head, finally breaking away from the unintentional staring contest. He looked over and saw Cassidy looking down at the floor and rubbing her head.
“That was so weird” she said “I couldn’t break away…it was like I had lost control of my muscles for a minute”

Jameson was watching her and he saw a puzzled look re-enter her eyes and face then. She was staring at the ground; more specifically, she was staring at her foot. “What the…?” she said.

Jameson traced her glance downward and was equally puzzled at the sight. Cassidy’ right foot appeared to be growing. He watched as the faded black leather flexed outward next to her big toe and also moved by where her little toe would be. Slowly more of her toes came into sight and the heel of her shoe began to bend and flex upward as the heel of her foot pushed against it with invisible force. A closer look also revealed that the skin was getting lighter there too.

Her left foot now began to shift and change in the same manner; dumbfounded, she kicked off her shoes. “Those…” she said in surprise; hands coming up and clutching close to her chest. “That’s not how…my…my feet are different!” She said astonished looking down at the longer and paler feet on the cold tile floor. “Where’s my nail polish? Where are my feet?”

Jameson stood in shock, unable to say anything even though with dawning realization and a deep seated sense of uneasiness; he recognized the feet: they were his.

He felt a tingling in his own feet now and he looked down at his black converse sneakers. He slowly eased himself back down to sit at the edge of the red plastic booth. He brought up his big toe, afraid of what he might see. Sure enough, when he lifted his toe, he saw that it was lifting up fabric well behind the white leather piece at the end. He untied them and pulled them off then pulled off his socks. As he did, he gasped as his skin tone changed at his ankles, revealing soft olive skin, small delicate feet, and toe nails painted black: Cassidy’s feet were on his legs.

He slowly slid his legs out in front of him over the cold floor until they entered Cassidy’s view. She let out a quick surprised scream.

“What the Hell are you doing with my feet?! And oh my God does that mean that these are yours?!” Cassidy yelled with confusion and a bit of panic on her face.

“Uh…Um” Jameson sputtered. He had no idea what was going on or what to say. But before he could stutter or come up with something witty to say, the changes continued.

Cassidy felt a tingle spread up her legs. She looked down and gasped as her legs appeared to be growing longer. She felt herself rising up in height as her legs grew not only longer but also paler and hairy. Her calves became more angular and knobby; her thighs lost their fullness and they separated from each other as they became skinnier and masculine. She looked first down in despair as her legs changed then she looked over to Jameson, who eyes were as wide as they could go.

Without breaking eye contact with the frightened waitress, Jameson undid the button of his jeans and unzipped the zipper never looking down. The jeans didn’t fall right off of him like they should as loose fitting as they were. They now seemed to hang up on his thighs. He looked down, knowing what he would see and yet still not quite grasping the exactness of what he would see. Both of their eyes now trained downward.

Cassidy gasped and Jameson took a deep breath in when he exposed his bare thighs. Grabbing onto the jeans as his legs continued to change, he pulled the pants to the ground. His legs were still darkening in tone and rounding and thickening in the thighs, filling in as Cassidy’s gorgeous legs. He watched as his knees shifted beneath the smooth soft skin. His legs were getting shorter and his calves reformed into Cassidy’s. His hands came to the spot where his thighs now touched and he was amazed and a bit excited by the suppleness of the flesh on his inner thighs.

Cassidy was dumbstruck as she watched this man’s legs change into her legs before her eyes, never mind the fact that she now had his legs on her body. “We” she started shakily “We’re…changing bodies with each other?” she finished.

Jameson looked up “I…uh…I guess so. I mean; it sure looks like it…I…uh…I’ve got your legs”

“Yeah” she said looking down again “and I seem to have yours now;uh…oh no” she said. “OH GOD NO!” she said loudly as her hands flew to her genitals.

She patted the outside of the shorts two times before she bent at the waist with a look of pain on her face. It quickly passed though as she bounced back upright and she undid her shorts and pulled them to the floor, losing all sense of modesty or care now that she felt what was coming.

Jameson felt the same jab of pain and he too bent at the waist, putting his hands on his hips. His boxers did little to hide his raging erection, but now, his eyes widened in shock again as he felt his testicles begin to rise upward into his body.

Cassidy shared the look of shock as she now repeated “Oh No” as two testicles dropped out of her taking skin along with them as they went forming her new sack. Next she saw her clitoris puff outward and begin to grow in both length and girth.

Jameson pulled his boxers down to his thighs and watched as his penis shrank backward into his body. It retreated at a steady pace until it was gone; transforming itself into his new clitoris and leaving behind folds of skin that now rearranged themselves into his new female genitalia.

“Give me those!” Cassidy shouted pointing at his boxers. Jameson stepped out of them and handed them over, where Cassidy quickly pulled them up. Jameson remained naked from the waist down; it wasn’t like Cassidy didn’t know what it all looked like.

As the boxers came into place, Cassidy knew they fit better than they should as her ass lost its curve and her hips lost their places as well. Both shot inward, taking her waist and stomach along with them.

Jameson, meanwhile, was receiving what Cassidy was losing. His rear filled in to become the heart shaped spectacle he had watched earlier and his hips heaved outward to accentuate his newly changed bottom half.

Cassidy’s attention now went to her arms. She watched as her sleeves pulled away from her wrists as her arms elongated. Her hands changed shape and became longer too. She always felt she had short fingers, but that wasn’t the case anymore as they became Jameson’s hands.

Jameson watched the olive color fill into his bare arms as they got shorter and his hands shrank down to a very small size. He flexed his new fingers, balling them up into fists. Then, beneath the blue t-shirt, he felt an unmistakable alteration.

He looked with astonishment over at Cassidy, who was looking down in her own shock. She unbuttoned her shirt, exposing the fact that her breasts were shrinking out of her bra. She could see her nipples as they pulled back from the black padded fabric. Her 38C breasts were shrinking further and further by the second. “No” she said shaking her head “This can’t be happening…this is impossible. I’m not a guy; I’m a girl. A girl with boobs and hips and a vagina: Not this” she said as her breasts finished up their retreat leaving nothing behind but tiny, useless nipples on a bare chest in their place with an equally useless bra holding nothing but air.

Jameson’s hands came up and he could feel his burgeoning and budding breasts beneath the light fabric. His newly sensitive nipples brushed against the cotton shirt and began to press outward. They continued to grow and grow before his eyes and hands until they became Cassidy’s full and supple breasts. He needed the bra that was still hanging on Cassidy, but he was too embarrassed and stunned to speak.

They looked at each other with the inevitable last changes approaching. Jameson’s shaggy dark hair began to grow long. It grew past his shoulders, curling up as it went further down and as he felt it grow, he watched Cassidy’s pulling upward until it matched his style exactly.

Jameson then saw Cassidy’s brown eyes lighten a bit and gain a few flecks of gold turning them hazel and he blinked as his eyesight adjusted to accommodate Cassidy’s eyes. He felt his nose shrink as he watched hers grow and he viewed her lips thin and spread longer as he felt his own fill in and tighten up.

He saw his chin and cheeks appear on Cassidy and as her ears came out slightly, he realized he was looking at his spitting image across from him. He felt his own chin, cheeks and ears rearrange themselves and with a certainty of mind that came on suddenly; he knew that he was now Cassidy and she was Jameson.

The new Jameson took a shaky step forward and touched her old face. He drew his hand back quickly after poking the female cheek in front of him. “You’re me” he said in a new male voice.

With equal wonder and awe, the new Cassidy took a step back and suddenly became self-conscious about her bottom half being nude. Her hand shot down to cover herself and she bent and reached for the panties on the floor. She pulled the underwear and shorts on together and quickly buttoned them. As she did, Jameson now discarded his useless bra and open shirt, handing them over to the rightful wearer. Cassidy turned her back to him and took off the blue t-shirt and covering her breasts with her right arm, they exchanged tops. Cassidy quickly fastened and adjusted the bra and flipped the black shirt up onto her shoulders and began to button it up. She sensed the movement behind her as Jameson put on his pants, shirt, socks and shoes.

Cassidy took two steps forward and stepped easily into the black flats sitting on the tile. She flipped her hair off her shoulders and seeing a hair tie on the counter walked to it and whipped her hair up into a ponytail. “Now what are supposed to do?” she said.

“I don’t know” Jameson started to say but was stopped. He tilted his head to the side and stared at Cassidy. Cassidy likewise stared back. The gazes locked for nearly a minute before the both simply blinked.

Cassidy looked at Jameson’s hand and said “How does it feel? Are you okay?”

Jameson looked down at the small burn mark on his hand and felt guilty about the fuss she was making over it. “Yeah; I’m fine. It’s really nothing” he said as he walked over and sat back down at his booth.

“I am so sorry” Cassidy reiterated. “It’s on the house.”

“Thank You, but you don’t have to do that” Jameson said.

“No really it’s nothing. I feel like I owe it you for what happened tonight” Cassidy said.

But Jameson just waved her off. He picked up his book and opened back up to the Red Wedding scene he was just starting.

Cassidy looked confused for just a moment. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders and went back to her textbook like nothing had happened.