Amanda Hopkins heard her phone going off in the darkness of her room. “What the hell…what time is it?” she thought as her mind raced and she slapped at her nightstand trying to locate her phone without opening up her eyes.

“Who’s texting me at…Jesus… 4:06 in the morning” she mumbled to herself. Upon seeing her boss’ name at the message box on her phone she swore “Motherfucker…he’s already up and annoying me”

She sat up and opened her message ‘I need you here by 6. Video conference with London will begin at 7:30…need Jackson’s report as well as Crowley’s numbers’

Amanda sighed and shook her head “I might as well get up” she said as she slung her covers off and swung her legs off the bed.  She knew that if he said 6, he meant 5 at the latest.

Her feet hit the floor and she headed into the bathroom to get ready for another day at work.

Amanda was 25 and she was the personal assistant of Max Evans; a very ambitious and well-respected oil and gas acquisitions attorney. Time never seemed to matter to Max; he worked anywhere around the world where there was an opportunity.

Amanda was paid well enough but she was quickly becoming burnt out by the manic pace of her boss. She was ambitious in her own right and was anxious to get her own office and live by her own rules.

She padded to the shower and flipped it on. She was 5’4” and 115lbs with long brown hair and large brown eyes that she kept closed as she waited for the shower to heat up.

“At least I’ll beat traffic…again” she told herself as she stepped in under the hot water.

Max Evans paced his office reading over the reports that were already coming in from Asia and Europe. “Nothing too alarming…” he said as he sipped from a bottle of water. He was already anticipating his next move; today’s call and work in London was already done in his mind. He had no doubt that it was already in the books as a success.

Max looked out the picture window in his office on the 18th floor of the building: Washington D.C was a city that never slept, but at this time of the morning, he didn’t have too many companions awake. He hoped his assistant would be in within the next hour; they had a lot to get done before the day was over.

“Might as well get in my workout” he said to himself.

Max was 38 and very physically fit: He worked out daily without fail in the gym on the bottom floor of the building. He used his physique to his advantage when he met people face to face. Being 6’4” and 200lbs of muscle could be used to his advantage. His sandy brown hair, blue eyes and quick laugh were also advantageous.

While Max worked out, Amanda got ready. She did her hair and make-up before getting dressed in a white blouse, black skirt, black tights and black heels. “Just about ready to head out the door; just need to make my coffee” she said to herself as she stood in her kitchen.

As the Keurig brewed up a cup for her travel mug she thought “I can’t wait until I can order someone out of bed at an ungodly hour just to get to the office to tend to me. I wish I had a life like Max’s…”

Max finished up and headed to the shower. He still had the place to himself as he stripped down and went into a private stall. He cooled down and lathered up and thought “I wish I could bring myself to sleep in like Ms. Hopkins seems to be able to do; no worries there, she just waits until I tell her to do something. I wish I had such a carefree life like Amanda…”

Max slipped just a bit as he moved around the shower stall but he caught himself instantly. His heart beat a bit faster though for a moment before he went back to scrubbing himself.

As Max ran the bar of soap across his chest, his fingers seemed to sink in a bit when they ran across his pecs. “Soft…gotta work those out more tomorrow” he thought.  The soap brushed against his nipple and caused a shot of nerves to explode up his spine.

“Wow” he said out loud bending over at the waist “That’s sensitive…wonder what I did to it” Max said as she stood up straight and looked down; his nipple looked a bit red and swollen.

Max took a couple of deep breaths, he felt out of sorts all of a sudden. He closed his eyes and put his face under the steady stream of water. He felt dizzy; it felt like he was moving even though he was standing still. He opened his eyes and thought “When did the shower head get so high up; I don’t remember it being that far away from my face before”
He stretched his arm out and grabbed onto the head at the end of his arm. “I swear I usually have to duck a bit to rinse the shampoo out normally, but now it’s like a foot away from me…” he thought confused.

He looked down and his eyes opened wide at what he saw. “What the fuck is going on here?”
he said loudly in the empty room as his penis began to twitch up and down. “What the Fuck…”

His penis was lifting as were his testicles. Max could feel them riding up and hugging close and tight on his upper thighs. “What the…AAHHH…No…what are you doing?” he stammered.

Max leaned forward to try and get a better view but as he did, he felt weight shift forward on his chest and drop off him. It messed up his center of gravity and he couldn’t comprehend what even could be hanging down from him.

He stood back up straight and felt the weight fluctuate and move in a bouncing motion. He looked down and saw both his swollen nipples and swollen chest “No fucking way” he mumbled “It looks like I…FUCK MAN…It looks like I’ve got boobs”

Amanda picked up her cup once it was finished and snapped the lid on. She turned to go and knocked over another cup on the counter with her hand. “Shit” she said as it tumbled off and hit the ground. Luckily it didn’t shatter and Amanda knelt down to pick it up.

As she bent at the knees and picked up the cup, she heard a soft tearing noise. A quiet yet noticeable ripping noise caught Amanda’s attention and she looked down at her leg. There, running up her black tights was an unmistakable run.

“God Damn it” she whispered to herself. “I can’t go out of here with that…great, now I have to change”

As she stood up, a wave of dizziness washed over her and she closed her eyes tightly as her head swam. “Whoa” she said as she steadied herself but she slowly opened her eyes because she could tell that something wasn’t right.

She looked down and saw that the runner on her tights had multiplied many times over. There were now several runs working their way up her thighs. Her tights were very tight on her; painfully so.

“Ow…what’s going on” she said as she felt herself moving. She sensed that she was rising up taller, she seemed to be lifting up; she could feel her leg muscles stretch out and tense up. Her shoes were feeling tight across her toes and even the waistline of her skirt now felt constricted.

“Something’s not right” she said as she began to move quickly toward her bedroom. “Something is seriously not right” with each step, her shoes grew more uncomfortable on her feet. She stopped and tried to remove them. She tried to kick them off, but they wouldn’t budge.

She finally reached down and had to yank them off, really twisting them to get them to move and free her feet.

As she wrangled her shoes, she heard a new rip. The back of her right sleeve gave way and her shirt burst open exposing her right shoulder and back. “What the hell? Am I growing? What’s going on?” she asked.

She looked down and saw how thin the material had gotten across her toes. It had stretched out so she could see through it and Amanda could tell that something was very wrong with her body.

With a tear, the seam at the end of her tights gave way and her toes popped out “AH” she yelped at the way the tights peeled back. Then, as she looked closer, she really felt an urge to scream but she found no noise would come out. She watched as her feet began to change before her eyes.

Amanda stood there open mouthed and wide eyed as her toe nails rearranged followed by the toes themselves. Her right foot widened and spread out; her toes became knobby and long and her nails turned pale as the tights crept out of the way of her changing foot.

There was nothing she could do to stop it and her left foot soon began to rearrange itself to match the right.

Her tights bulged at the ankles then the calves as her legs continued changing. The tears became wider and longer as her thighs grew longer and more muscular and changed shape away from what she had always known.

“What’s happening to me…somebody help me” she said to the empty apartment.

Max stood in shock in the shower, the warm water still pounding down on him, as he realized that he indeed did have boobs: And they were still growing larger in his hands.

Max could feel the weight growing and increasing. His nipples grew wider and his areolas grew darker and wider. “What in the world…” he said as he cupped his new large breasts.

“This can’t be happening to me!” he said taking a step back and bumping into the door.

He spun and realized how much larger the door appeared to him. “I must have gotten shorter…but that’s impossible” he said. He could always see out over the top of the door, but now, his eyes were firmly looking into the beveled glass.

Max looked down and screamed in a higher pitch than he had ever previously reached. His hands groped helplessly as his penis and testicles disappeared inside him.  

His right hand cupped his super small testicles just as they retreated in with a suctioning feeling in his gut while the fingers of his left hand tried to desperately pull out his shrinking penis. It was useless as it slipped through his fingers and vanished.

His hand slapped at his now flat front. A slight pubic mound formed and his skin began to slide and reshape itself into a vagina, clitoris, vulva and labia. His testicles repurposed themselves as they retreated changing into ovaries and fallopian tubes around a uterus.

Max was freaking out in the shower stall. He had shrunk several inches…maybe even a foot in height. He had grown a set of breasts and his penis had disappeared and reformed into a vagina. He ran his fingers through his hair and found that his fingers just kept going and going through hair that didn’t seem to end.

Max grabbed the hair into his fists and brought it around to in front of his eyes. He held onto long full wet strands of hair; he had long hair now too. “AAHHH” He yelled clutching the long brown hair.

Max shut off the water, determined to get out of the stall that was obviously changing him into a woman. As the water stopped, he looked down. As the water swirled around the drain at his feet, he noticed that his feet were twitching and changing now too.

“What…the…bloody…hell…” he said slowly and deliberately as his feet shrank and narrowed and became much smoother. His toes shrank down and changed shape. His nails became round and small and red polish suddenly appeared on each one of them.

He set his small feet wider as his leg muscles contracted and softened. His calved trimmed and smoothed and his thighs plumped out. They were shorter and now they rounded and filled out and even came together.

His hips began to spread and Max was forced to grip his toes down against the slick floor to keep his balance as his weight shifted. His ass began to grow and fill out now as well; rounding off his physique as his waist came inward accentuating his new hips even further.

Amanda reached up under her skirt and clawed at her shredding tights. She tried to pull them off but they were so thin, they just ripped even more in her hands. She managed to get them down somewhat as she felt her hips contract and pull inward.

She pitched forward before standing up straight as her center of gravity shifted. Her ass deflated and flattened while still retaining a sense of muscle there. Her legs felt powerful to her, but yet wrong. The bottom of her skirt was tight against her thighs and several inches higher up than before.

Her increased height showed in just how far away the floor looked to her now as she felt the zipper in the back of her skirt give way and start to descend as her waist began to expand out.

It was then that Amanda felt an odd stirring in her abdomen. Her stomach churned and flipped and her hands flew there and pressed down. Her ovaries were on the move and her internal organs rearranged and changed purpose. Her uterus disappeared in a move that sent a jolt through her body.

In a panic, Amanda grabbed the sides of her skirt and yanked it down. She fumbled with her panties that had been stretched super tight before getting those free too. There was a faint smell as her skin began to shift and slide and bunch up. Amanda gasped as testicles descended from her body and dropped into the newly formed sack of skin and drift downward. “Oh shit” she managed to say.

More and more flesh began to gather as her clitoris repurposed itself into the head of her penis. It doubled in size, then doubled again and again as flesh and mass built up behind it and pushed it forward.

“Holy shit! I’ve got a dick!” she yelled in a voice that was growing deeper and deeper while looking up and down.

As Amanda moved her hands frantically up and down on her new lower half, her sleeves began to rise higher and higher up her arms and grow tight against her upper arms. Her back began to spread out and her white blouse could no longer handle it.

The seams tore loose around her left shoulder before a split ran down from her neck down the center. Her bra pulled tight across the back and the hooks began to bend before simply giving way and popping loose.

“Oh!” she said in surprise at the feeling of air on her back. Her back muscles grew strong and wide and her shoulders began to rise up and broaden.

Loose strings fell away as her back and chest changed. Weight and muscle built up on her frame. Her stomach hardened and her abdominal muscles popped out in definition as she tore away at her tattered blouse.

Amanda’s bra hung over her breasts though no longer hooked across her back. She looked down as she felt them rise up slightly and firm up before they began to pull inward dropping her bra flatter as they retreated.

She pulled the bra down and watched as her nipples shrank, her areolas turned pink and circled down and her breasts turned into strong pectoral muscle.

Amanda crossed her arms and felt the muscles working in her shoulders and neck. Her biceps were growing on her longer arms and she was grabbing at her detached sleeves to get them off and free up her arms. It took some effort to get the sleeves off over her thicker wrists but she managed it as her hands began to grow larger.

Her red nail polish disappeared from her nails as her fingers thickened and her hands grew wider and stronger. Her body was now distinctly male.

Max’s hands went to his stomach as it decreased in size and became softer under his touch. His skin was smooth and soft and totally hairless. Weight had drained away and now his muscles were disappearing as well.

His back contracted and shuddered as it shrank down taking his chest in with it. Max’s shoulders drooped and rounded off as his arms thinned and shrank back and softened as well.

He was still dripping water from his fingertips as they thinned and red nails grew out on his small dainty hands.

As he dipped his head forward and long wet hair fell down over his face, he took in his now feminine body below. There was no denying that his body was that of a woman.

Max cautiously stepped out of the stall and cool air washed over him in a wave. He jump stepped toward the mirrors against the opposite wall and felt very self-conscious of the way in which his body moved. He felt his breasts bounce and jiggle, his ass and hips sway and his thighs rub in ways he never thought possible.

Max ran his hand over the steamed up glass and saw his face changing. His eyes were growing larger on his shrinking face. His chin came to a point and his jaw was high and delicate looking; nowhere close to the strong jaw he previously had.

As Max stared with and at his ever increasing eyes, they changed color into a deep rich brown and his cheekbones came up round and pert. The beginnings of dimples indented his cheeks as his nose shrank and narrowed into a small pert nose. His mouth came in but his lips plumped out and as his overall face shifted one last time setting his ears higher and his forehead narrower, Max recognized the face in the mirror.

“Amanda…” he said in awe.

Amanda finally took the few remaining steps into her bedroom in long strides; her tattered tights and skirt were still on but now simply a nuisance to her. She made her way to the mirror above her dresser and she looked on in shock and wonder as her face changed.

Her jaw set tight and strong as her chin rounded off. Her hands came up and felt the roughness of stubble beginning to poke through her chin and cheeks.

Her cheeks squared and her mouth changed in that while getting longer, her lips thinned and tightened. More hair appeared above her upper lip as her nose broadened and lengthened. Her eyes narrowed and changed from brown to green as her forehead widened and her ears grew and dropped.

Her long brown hair began to race upward off her shoulders and neck. It pulled in and set in style as a face she knew and recognized all too well.

“Max…” she said in awe.

Amanda griped the edge of her drawers as she stared into her bosses face in her mirror. “Holy Shit, I turned into Max…I’m my boss…I’m Mr. Evans…Holy Shit” she said in his distinct deep voice. “How in the hell did this happen and if I look like him…then…I wonder if he looks like me?”

Max’s thin fingers griped the porcelain sink as he stared into the face of his assistant in the mirror. “Holy Shit” he said surprising himself by hearing her voice echo out from him in the men’s locker room. “How in the hell did this happen…I turned into my assistant Amanda…I look exactly like her” he said taking in her reflection. “But if I look like her, then does she look like me?”

He stood naked in front of the mirror as the door opened across the room.

“Ah!” he screamed and jumped for a towel, suddenly very embarrassed and very aware of his surroundings.

“Oh My Gosh, I’m so sorry” the man said from the doorway. He turned away and stepped back out of the door.

“I’ve got to get out of here” Max said sprinting to his locker: He grabbed his workout bag and his clothes he was planning on changing into but were now worthless to him.

He put on the shorts and t-shirt from his workout and dashed out the door, apologizing to the stunned man by the entrance. “I’m so sorry…I didn’t realize I was in the men’s room” he shouted as he ran past barefoot towards the elevators.

Max prayed the entire time going up that no one would come in and thankfully, he caught a break in that regard. The elevator open on the 18th floor and he quickly went into his office and locked the door behind him.

“Where can Ms. Hopkins be?” he asked as he went to his desk and picked up his phone. Just the act of sitting down bothered him. He crossed his legs at the knees and held his arms close at his sides as he sent a cryptic text “Amanda: something strange is going on call me immediately if you can”

Amanda took down her skirt the rest of the way and tore her panties and tights away from her hairy and bulky legs “Ew” she said not used to the look or feel of her own body.

“My clothes are all worthless” she thought looking around her room from her newfound height. “What am I going to do…how can I explain this?”

Her phone went off and she could see the name Max pop up with a text. She read it and said “Oh No”

Amanda’s heart was beating out of her chest as she hit the dial icon next to Max’s name. It didn’t even ring a full time before she nearly jumped out of her skin at the voice she heard on the other end.

“Amanda!” the female voice said.

“AH!” she yelled deeply.

“Holy shit it’s true…you sound like me” Max said quickly “Don’t hang up Amanda…talk to me, it’s me Max but if I’m guessing correctly you might think that you’re Max now am I right?”

Amanda was dumbfounded; it was true…she and her boss had switched bodies. “Mr. Evans” she said nervously “Are you…do you look like me?”

“Yes Amanda I do and you must look like me” he replied confidently.

“What happened to us…why did we switch bodies with each other…how can that even happen?” she asked.

“I have no idea but we need to get you down here to the office”

“I can’t come in looking like this…I don’t have any clothes that even fit me here” Amanda said sadly.

“But I do…you need to find something to get you by and bring some clothes down here for me to wear. We may not figure this out right away and I’ll be damned if I lose this deal just because I’m in your body. We’re still a team Amanda and we will figure this out” Max said. “If you leave now, the place will still be mostly deserted when you get here”

“Um…okay…I guess, I’ll um…yeah. I’ll see you in a few minutes” Amanda said surveying the room. She ended the call and started gathering items she would need. She grabbed brushes and combs and makeup before she grabbed a pair of black heels, a tan skirt, a white blouse, panties, a bra and some hose just in case.

She found a big hoodie and some baggy shorts and put them on along with a pair of slides that her toes hung off the end of but it would have to do as she headed to her car.

She made her way through D.C. streets without any hang ups and made it to the office rather quickly. She ducked her head down as she went through the empty lobby and headed for the elevator. Once on the 18th floor, she was in for the shock of her life.

Amanda tried to prepare herself mentally for what she was about to see when the door opened, but when it happened all she could do was say “Oh My God”

Max opened the door when he heard his own voice from the other side. He had tried to work himself up for this moment but when it came he stood there motionless.

It really hit him what had happened and where they were and thoughts blurred through his mind about what the future might hold if they couldn’t switch back. “Get in here” he said motioning her inside.

Amanda had to will her body to move forward through the door. Seeing her body in front of her, not quite coming up to her chin and ushering her through the door hit her hard and she staggered to the couch and sat down hard.

“Oh My God this is real” Amanda said putting her hand to her forehead. She looked for hair to play with but found none that was long enough. “Oh shit what are we going to do?”

Max finally allowed himself to sit and he eased down next to Amanda on the couch. “I don’t know” he said shakily. “Oh my God why am I crying?” he asked as tears came to his eyes and fell freely over his cheeks. “I can’t stop it…I can’t stop crying” he said.

“It’s okay” Amanda said more confidently. It was as if their roles now swapped as they encountered the other. Max suddenly felt scared and insecure while Amanda felt a need to try and control the situation more than what she had been doing.

“Tell me about your morning” Amanda said trying to bring Max around.

Max sat up straight with his legs together and his hands in his lap as he began to run through his morning “I wanted to get in and go over the reports early…that’s when I text you…then I went and did my work out and got into the shower…and then…” he started to cry again “…and then I turned into you!”

Max put his hands up delicately to his face and covered his eyes.

Amanda patted him on his narrow shoulders “Yeah…I uh…got your text and started moving. I showered and got ready…I was making my coffee and I knocked a cup off the counter…when I bent down to pick it up I started growing and changing into…” she paused as it hit her “…you…and I just remembered that as I was waiting for my coffee, I was thinking about…”

“About what?” Max asked.

Amanda dipped her chin to her chest. “I thought…I wish I had a life like you”

Max sat up “Oh…Oh No…this is bad…”

“What?” Amanda leaned forward.

“When I was in the uh…shower…I thought…well…I thought I wished I had a life like yours” Max admitted.

“This is bad” Amanda agreed. “We both wished that we had the other’s life and…it actually happened”

“Do you think we can swap back?” Max asked.

“I don’t know but I wish I had my own life back” Amanda said.

“I wish I had my own life back” Max repeated. They looked at each other hopefully, but nothing happened.

“It couldn’t be that easy could it?” Amanda growled. “I wish I had my old body back”

“I wish I had my old body back” Max said but still nothing happened. “What are we going to do…I can’t be you for the rest of my life and you can’t be me”

“But…I don’t know…we have to think about the possibility that we might never swap back” Amanda said. “We need to get dressed though and get ready for our meeting unless you want to lose this deal. We’re still a team and we still know what needs to be done today. I don’t think you want this deal to fall through do you”

“No” Max said quickly and sat back up “My…um…your suit is right over there”

“And I brought you some clothes to wear too” Amanda said opening up the bag she had carried in with her.

“Heels…you had to bring me heels” Max said looking inside.

“I wear heels every day in here; it’s not as bad as they make it out to be…don’t be so cliché” Amanda said with a frown.

Amanda began to get dressed in the suit. She found it comfortable and she even realized that she knew how to tie her tie.

Max also seemed to get dressed seamlessly. The bra didn’t give him any problems but he did skip the hose and just put on the panties and skirt before he stepped into the heels. Max took a few cautious steps before he said “You’re right…this isn’t so bad” and became more confident in his walk.

“You look good” Amanda said as Max opened up the makeup bag and started to work.

Amanda raised her eyebrows at just how good and natural Max was at applying the makeup and working at her long hair, but she didn’t have time to linger on it as their meeting was rapidly approaching.

“Here you go Mr. Evans” Max said as he brought the file over to the desk before he looked up at what he had said.

They exchanged a long look and a nervous smile.

Amanda opened up the computer and dialed up the number in London for their video conference.

“Max…good to see you” Samuel Morris said from the other side of the screen.

“Sam, long time sir…how are you today” Amanda replied seamlessly while Max hovered in the background. He held onto the reports and slid them over one by one as Amanda talked and took charge of the meeting.

Two hours later, Sam Morris said “Then it’s done. Congratulations…we look forward to working with you again in the very near future”

“Thank You Sam: You know a fair deal when it’s presented to you. This is going to work out well for both of us”

Max Evans hit button that killed the call and turned to his assistant “Thank You Amanda…good work today” before he caught himself due to the look in his assistant’s eyes.

They both looked a bit confused and Amanda bit on her bottom lip. “Mr. Evans” she said cautiously.

They had both gotten so involved in the long call that neither realized how easily they were slipping into their new roles and becoming accustomed to their new bodies. By the time the call had ended; they had truly swapped lives.

“Yes Amanda” the new Max Evans said.

“Nothing sir” she replied quickly. “It’s just…” she added.

“I know Amanda…it’s been stressful around here the last few weeks. I’ll tell you what; why don’t you take the rest of the day off and catch up on that sleep I disrupted this morning”

“Thank You sir…I think I will” the new Amanda said as she smiled and walked out of the office.