“Why did I ever let my Mom talk me into having Melissa as one of my bridesmaids?” I asked myself as I got ready in the back of the church. “She was supposed to be here an hour ago”

“It’s okay Sarah…calm down. This is your wedding and your day…don’t let your cousin’s irresponsibility get to you and ruin it” my matron of honor Holly said to me as she zipped up the back of my dress.

“But, it’s just you and Autumn and Melissa and if she’s not here, the whole procession is going to look like crap” I said thoroughly frustrated.

My cousin Melissa was a bit of a mess to put it lightly. She’s 36 and has never been married or even engaged to anyone. She’s not unattractive, actually quite the opposite, she has a beautiful face. She’s a bit on the large side at 5’8” and 170lbs, but she carries it very well. It’s the fact that she’s so scatterbrained that no guy can ever put up with her for more than 5 dates.

She’s a hair dresser so I had hoped that she would be here early to get my hair ready but with an hour to go before the ceremony, she was a no show.

Just as I was about to write her off completely I heard behind me “Well there’s the blushing bride”

“Melissa! Where have you been?” I said as I turned around to face her.

“Why are you so worked up…I thought I was early” she responded.

I just shook my head “At least you’re all ready” I said a bit relieved that she was in her dress.

“Yeah…I am totally rockin’ this dress and check out these shoes…trippy right” Melissa said pointing her toe towards me. The dresses and shoes were violet in color and I saw that she had painted her nails bright purple to go with the strappy heels.

“I like your hair” I said taking my attention away from the garish color of her toes.
“Thanks…what do you want me to do with yours?” she asked. Melissa had her long brown hair done in long flowing ringlets.

She approached me and I handed her my veil “Bring it up to hold it in but I still want my hair to flow over it, you know what I mean?”

“I gotcha” she replied as she brought out a bunch of bobby pins, a pic, a comb, a brush and a huge can of hair spray.

“We’re going to head downstairs to help greet people” Holly said as she and Autumn ducked out the door.

“No problem…just come back up in like 45 minutes” I told her.

Holly gave me thumbs up as she disappeared down the steps.

Melissa slipped on a pair of glasses to help her see as she started on my hair. “I am so jealous Sarah…here you are barely 22 and already getting married” she drawled out to me.

“Oh don’t be like that Missy…you just haven’t found the right guy yet: There’s still so much time” I replied. I was nervously popping my heels in and out of my white shoes beneath my dress, I was having a hard time sitting still as she talked and worked on my hair.

“That’s easy for you to say. You’re like the poster child for beauty…tiny little blonde haired thing…not a big ole’ moose like me”

“Shut Up!” I replied and tried to slap at her playfully. “You are gorgeous Missy…don’t let anyone tell you otherwise…”

“I wish I was a petite little thing like you. Getting guys would be no problem then” she said as she pinned in the veil and started lifting up my hair to cover the comb.

“You know that looks don’t matter…when you find the right man, you’ll just know that he loves you for you” I said.

“Humph” she snorted with bobby pins clamped between her teeth. “Maybe it’s my personality that sucks then, cause ain’t no man taking this on yet”

“That is ridiculous…listen to yourself. You are beautiful and fun and generous and some guy is going to be very lucky someday with you” I said trying to cheer her up.

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you were the 36 year old who can’t keep a date and I was the little 22 year old about to walk down the aisle. I’m telling you straight up…if our roles were reversed, you’d understand” Missy said as she started brushing out the sides and back of my hair.

I ducked my chin down as she fluffed out the back “So what you’re saying is that if we switched places that only then would I understand what you go through?”

“Yep…walk a mile in these size 10’s and then come back to me and me in your pretty little size…what do you wear, a 6 or something…and we will see how you like it” Missy said as she pressed gently on my forehead to sit me back up straight.

I laughed out loud then “Size 10’s huh…but if I looked like you, then I’d get your awesome rack then too wouldn’t I?”

Missy laughed and gave her ample bosom a squeeze and a jiggle. “You couldn’t handle 38EE’s” and she gave my shoulder a light, playful slap. “Oh if only…” she said and looked off wistfully.

For a brief second, I thought of myself looking like my cousin Missy. I could see myself standing so tall with her big boobs, full wide hips and thunder thighs but yet so confident of myself that I took over a room whenever I entered. I imagined what it would be like to look down and see her looking like me; a petite little blonde. For that moment with my eyes closed, it seemed real.

I laughed again at my imagination “If only…” I muttered with another chuckle.

I had my heels up and out of my shoes at that moment as I sat in the chair. I eased my toes and brought my heels down, fully expecting them to slip easily into the backs as they had done a hundred times already today. But this time, they came down and I felt the back of the shoes press into my heels.

I wiggled my toes forward in the shoes, feeling a pinch for the first time as I pressed my heels down only for them to sit on top of the backs of my shoes stubbornly. “What the heck?” I said as I leaned over and worked my hands under my wedding dress.

I lifted up my right heel and hooked my finger on the back of the shoe and pulled back. My heel came down on top of my finger, nowhere near the heel of the shoe. I took my toes out of the shoes and put my bare feet down flat on the ground. “Excuse me just a sec…” I said as I flipped fabric out of my way and brought my leg and foot over further to my right.

I held my right shoe by the heel and put my foot down in it and was stopped immediately. “What…?” is all I said as my eyes trained to my foot. “What…in the…world…is going on?”

My white high heeled shoe looked like a child’s shoe beneath my foot. Only four of my toes fit in the end, and those were jammed in and showed plenty of toe cleavage and my heel sat firmly on top of the back with no possibility of going in.

“…The Hell…” I said as I wiggled my foot back and forth.

“What’s going on Sarah?” Missy asked me.

“I don’t know…my shoes…” I said and she leaned over and took a look.

“What the hell is going on with your feet girl” she said.

“I don’t know!” I replied.

“They look huge!” she said as she took a step to her side to get a better view. As she planted her right foot, she slipped forward and let out a “Whoops” as she caught her balance.

I looked up and back towards her and I saw her staring downward. As she stared, her head began to tilt more and more to the right. I trained my eyes down to see what she was looking at “Oh My God” I whispered, my hand coming up to my mouth.

“What does this mean Sarah?” Missy asked me in a somewhat shaky voice. “Why…why’s my foot so small?”

We were both looking at her right foot. Her brightly painted toes were now seated back from the ends and the ankle strap was the only thing keeping her foot even in the shoe. Her heel had plenty of room behind it as well as it came in along the sides now as well.
“AH!” Missy let out a quick sound of surprise and shock as her bright purple nail polish faded away and became light pink.

“AH!” I said as it hit me where I had last seen that shade of polish. I stuck my now very large foot out from underneath my dress again so both of us could see that my nails were now bright purple.

“Holy Shit Sarah…What’s going on?” Missy said backing away from me.

I stood up and felt my dress tight across my chest. “I don’t know Missy; all that talk about you looking like me and me looking like you must have done something to us” I said as I felt an odd sensation of stretching in my legs. “Quick! You have to get me outta my dress!”

Missy sprang forward and grabbed the zipper in the back and pulled it down. My wedding dress pooled down on the ground and I stepped out of it. “Corset!” I yelled and her fingers starting undoing all the strings and ties that were holding me in as I felt an enormous amount of pressure beginning to build up in my chest and stomach.

As she worked those, I pulled my petticoat down exposing my bare legs clad only with a garter belt. As the last tie came loose enough for me to wiggle free, my corset dropped and I stood there almost naked and dumbfounded; only a pair of simple white panties was on my changing body.

I looked to my cousin and saw nothing but confusion on her face. “W…What’s going to happen to us Sarah?” she asked nervously as she began to get smaller before my eyes.

“Wait…am I growing or are you shrinking?” I asked looking up and down at both of us.

“Uh…um…maybe both” she said confused. “I don’t know but I…I feel smaller somehow and…and you definitely look bigger!”

“No! This is impossible…this can’t be happening to me…especially not on my wedding day!” I said as my legs undoubtedly were getting longer and larger.

I couldn’t look down and deny the fact that my thighs no longer looked like what I was used to seeing my body look like. They were growing fuller and rounder. I could feel my inner thighs come together and touch. I moved my legs back and forth quickly and felt them rub. My garter belt was stretching on my expanding leg. My right thigh got to the size that Missy’s legs used to be before I hooked a finger under it and yanked it down.

“Shit…my legs!” Missy said as her legs got shorter and thinner. Her dress was getting bigger and bigger on her and where her hips had pushed the fabric taut when she had arrived, now the bottom of the dress hung like a sail on her.

Missy lifted up the hem of the skirt and took in her smaller legs. She cocked her hip and pointed her trim ankle out and brought her thighs together. “Your two put together are about the size of one of my legs”

I said nothing to that remark as I felt my hips growing wide. Small creases appeared in the skin of my upper thighs as I gained Missy’s body. I felt the mass building up. The backs of my legs grew larger and wider as I felt my ass begin to change.

Flesh built up quickly as my ass cheeks grew out full and round. My fingers went back and probed beneath my stretched out panties as my ass continued to grow. Small tears started along the waistline and leg holes of my panties as they strained to keep up with my expanding bottom half.

I set my big feet a bit wider to accommodate my larger frame and changed stance.

Missy now worked the top of her dress off her shoulders and let it drop to the ground where it pooled over her now tiny feet. She kicked and stepped out of it and looked at her short and thin legs and tiny feet. She wiggled what were now her small toes as she ran a hand over her thin and trim thighs. “Oh Lord” she said.

My mouth opened wide as I watched her hips shift and pull up closer to her body and she jumped as her ass began to shrink and pull upward. It tightened and firmed as it came up and changed into mine.

I realized that as our legs had changed, I was taller than her now. “This can’t be happening” I repeated as I felt a tingling and itching sensation in the front of my panties. I yanked them out and watched as my folds of skin wiggled and shifted before my eyes. I could see moisture appear and lubricate the changes as it puffed out a bit larger and hair appeared where I had shaved.

Missy too had her now too big panties pulled out as her body continued to change as well “Oh Mercy” she said and bent at the knees as she lost hers and gained mine.

“I can’t believe this is happening to us Sarah…I…I’m so sorry if it was me that caused this to happen” she said.

“Uh…we were both talking about it but never in a million years did I think it would actually happen” I replied. “I don’t think either one of us can say it’s their fault…we both talked about it”

“I know, but I feel so bad…I…it’s your wedding day and I’m going to be the one who looks like the bride” Missy said.

My heart sank at that being said out loud “But…but…Oh shit what am I going to do? You can’t…I can’t…I can’t call off the wedding but…but you can’t get married to Mike!”

My hands and attention went to my stomach and waist as they both began to grow. My waist expanded to match my hips and rear and my stomach went soft under my touch and began to grow outward until I had her belly.

Missy’s hands were on her hips as her waist contracted and pulled in. Her stomach hung out for a moment before it began to retreat inward until my flat stomach sat on her body below her enormous breasts.

I looked down and realized how silly I looked with my small 32B breasts on this much larger body.

My back continued to stretch me taller as it grew. I had only been an even 5 foot tall but now I towered over Missy as she became my old height and I gained hers in return.

It started as a noise in my chest. I heard a sound like someone running a finger over a balloon as my breasts began to grow. My skin stretched to accommodate the quickly increasing flesh and mass building up in my chest.

As fascinated as I was in my own chest growing, I also was able to catch a glimpse of Missy’s chest shrinking. Her head was tucked downward and she was working hard to control her breathing as for every inch and ounce I gained, she lost.

Missy was standing up straighter as I began to hunch over with the increase in weight on my body. My nipples were burning as they grew outward and my areolas were huge and much darker than before.

I looked over and saw Missy tweak her now smaller right nipple. She did a quick bounce and jump up and down and looked amazed at how little movement she got from her small breasts.

It helped my posture that my shoulders widened and broadened as my back seemed to grow stronger to keep my now huge breasts up and proud on my frame. I felt my upper arms growing, for lack of a better term, fatter. The skin grew loose and filled up, bulking up my arms to match my body.

My forearms and wrists even grew outward as they changed too. I held my fingers out as my hands changed into Missy’s hands. The backs grew larger, the fingers grew longer first and then widened out. My nails grew longer and wider and thicker as the same garish purple color appeared at the ends of my fingers.

Missy was taking in the confines of her now tiny body. “5 feet tall and what…barely over 100 pounds” she said as she looked at her small chest. Her arms shrank down much smaller. Flesh from her upper arms vanished into thin air as her arms became trim. I could even make out my freckles appearing on her shoulders since I was tall enough to look down on them.

Missy splayed out her fingers as her arms continued to get smaller. Her fingers pulled in and narrowed, thinning and changing into mine. Her thick heavy fingernails thinned and pulled in closer to the tops of her fingers. My delicate nails were now hers along with the light pink nail polish in place of her purple that I now sported.

My neck thickened as the changes continued upward. I felt my chin and jaw slide forward and set differently on my face. My mouth widened but my lips thinned and my teeth grew bigger as they shifted into Melissa’s pattern and I now would have her smile. Small lines appeared at the corners of my mouth as my cheeks shifted up and became higher on my face.

My nose began to grow. It widened across the bridge and my nostrils widened as well as my nose became Missy’s nose. I lost the slight upturn at the end as I gained a slight bump there.

My blue eyes got larger and turned brown as my eye lashes thickened and became more prominent on my changing face. My eyebrows grew longer and darker as my forehead lifted to complete my larger and rounder face.

As my ears grew out and elongated and gained several new piercings, I caught a glimpse of my hair out of the corner of my weaker eyes. My blonde hair was turning brown. I reached up and yanked out the veil that had sat on top of my head all this time I was changing into my cousin.

Bobby pins rained down and clattered on the floor as I flung the headpiece onto a nearby table. My hair began to grow longer and as it did, it began to twist and style itself into Missy’s hairdo.

“This is too much” I said in Missy’s louder and deeper voice. It was a bit smoky sounding and secretly, I had always liked it. Now wasn’t the time to dwell on it though as I watched Missy’s face began to change into mine.

“I can’t believe what I’m seeing…if I wasn’t living this and seeing and feeling this right now, I would never believe that something like this could ever happen to anyone” I said still surprised to hear Missy’s voice coming from me.

“This ain’t no dream Sarah…I’m really going to be you and it looks like you’re already me” Missy said still matching my new voice with her own. She stared at me, taking in the fact that she was looking at herself in front of her new self.

Her neck thinned and came down closer to her shoulders as her chin and jaw rounded and pulled back. Her lips puffed out as her mouth got smaller along with her white teeth. Her teeth shifted to fit inside her much smaller mouth as her cheeks rounded and came down.

Missy felt her nose retreating inward and becoming smaller. The bridge narrowed, her nostrils thinned and pulled inward and the end of her nose turned just slightly upward.
Her brown eyes turned blue and narrowed on her smaller face as her eyelashes thinned. Her eyebrows also thinned and got several shades lighter as her forehead came down closer to fit her new face.

Her ears shrank up and pulled in close as several holes closed up and her long brown hair straightened and turned blonde. She grabbed the veil and put it on top of her head. As her hair changed, it began to restyle itself into the exact replica of what she had been working on when it was my hair. The comb was quickly covered and she could even feel bobby pins poke in to hold it fast.
Missy spun to the mirror and saw that her hair, my hair, was perfectly styled and ready to go. “Too trippy…” she said in my higher pitched and softer voice. “I’m you…”

“And I’m you!” I said next to her. I looked down at her petite built frame and thought “She looks so small to me…it’s just like that quick vision I had when I was still sitting down…when my own shoes still fit…when I was still…me”

Missy spun around quickly in her small body taking in the room quickly. “Nobody has to know about this…you can still get married today…we’ll figure this out and, and…we can switch back okay”

“I…but…how…” I said.

She picked up the violet bridesmaid gown and handed it to me. “Put it on quickly” she said as she sat down and undid her size 10 shoes. Her panties were ready to fall so with a quick shimmy of her hips, they dropped to the ground.

I took off my stretched and now ruined white panties and balled them up. I grabbed another pair that I had brought along just in case and handed them over. “You can’t get married pretending to be me” I protested.

“Or what are you thinking…you walk down the aisle looking like me and just stop in front and turn around and say ‘Oh hey everybody…don’t worry…Missy and me just switched bodies upstairs, but it’s just fine’” She shook her head “No. If I look like you, then to those 200 people, I am you. We play out the day and try to figure this out and change back somehow”

“But we don’t even know how we changed this time…how are we going to figure out how to change back?” I asked.

“We don’t have time for this…” she said as she stepped into the small panties and grabbed the petticoats and started hiking them up her skinny legs.

I put on the violet panties, somewhat amazed at the size of them and the size of me now. I stepped into the dress and began to work it up my body. I felt it pull against my thighs and hips and ass. I sucked in my stomach as I got there and the fabric clung tight.

I picked up the strapless bra that Missy had discarded earlier and worked it on around my back, my thick fingers working to fasten it behind my back. It gave me more support and it was there that I realized that dresses with built in bras were a joke for large busted women.

It took me a minute to get my chest positioned correctly and the straps settled on my shoulders.

I saw that Missy had the corset on and was waiting for me. I worked frantically pulling it tighter and lacing and tying it off until she was secure up top, her small breasts pushed up and out by the garment.

“We’ve only got a few more minutes to ourselves” she said as she stepped into the dress. I fluffed and straightened and worked on the bottom until it looked right.

I sighed and shook my head, my long brown curls waved back and forth as I zipped up the back of the dress. I looked at my exposed shoulders and the top of my chest, well they had been mine until a few minutes ago, but now they were Missy’s.

I opened up the make-up bag and both of went to work as fast as we could. Lipstick, eyeliner and everything else went on efficiently and cleanly amazingly enough: We were ready for what it was worth.

Just then the door opened and Holly stepped in carrying my bouquet. She walked right past me and up to Missy “You look gorgeous honey” as she shot a quick glance my way.

I wanted to yell out and scream what had just happened. I wanted to yell out “I’m Sarah! I’m not Missy! We switched bodies and now I have to be a bridesmaid at my own wedding!” but I didn’t.

I smiled and looked down and realized that I hadn’t put on Missy’s shoes yet. I was still barefoot and I knew that Missy was too underneath all that dress.

“We’ll be down in just a minute” Missy said.

Holly cast another curious glance my way before she looked down to the ground “Get your shoes on honey…it’s show time”

I perched on the edge of a chair as Missy stood by. I slid the white heels over close to her and watched as she lifted up her dress and probed around with her feet to find the shoes. Finally, she found her right one. I watched her small dainty foot slide effortlessly into the size 6 heel and she rose up a bit taller in front of me.

She smiled as she located the left shoe and also slipped her foot into that one, steadying her height and her stance.

I ran my hand over my slightly rough heel as I worked my foot into the size 10 strappy heels. My toes came all the way down to the end and I adjusted the straps and clasped the ankle strap around on first the right and then the left heel.

I rose up and with the help of the heels; I was now 6 feet tall. I felt like a giant “What did you say earlier…well, I get it now… I feel like a moose” I said.

“You look beautiful” Missy said softly.

I let out a loud Missy sounding laugh “Where have I heard that before?” I said as I opened the door and followed her out, picking up her train as I went.