Matt Dawson opened up the back door to his house and stepped into the kitchen. He kicked off his shoes and sighed as he slung his satchel across the back of an empty chair. Matt taught High School English and was already thinking about the papers he had to grade tonight that were in the satchel. He wasn’t looking forward to it, but it had to be done.

Matt cricked his neck and got a drink of water. Matt’s hours brought him home well before his wife Emily so he usually tried to have dinner ready by the time she got home. He also tried to keep the place picked up if their dog got bored during the day and nosed around.

Matt went up to their bedroom to get changed. He got out of his dress pants and button down shirt and changed into a pair of sweat pants and a hooded sweatshirt before he grabbed the laundry basket to start a load before Emily got home.

With laundry started and a quick vacuum of the living room, Matt went back into the kitchen and took out some chicken to start dinner. He whipped up a base of white wine, mushrooms and some onions while rice boiled away on the back burner and the chicken slowly sautéed. With some fresh green beans bubbling away, Matt opened up a bottle of white wine for them to share once Emily got home.

Matt had timed his cooking perfectly so it was just finishing up as Emily came in. “Hey Honey…Oh…what smells so good?” she asked.

“Your dinner M’Lady” he said with flourish of his arms as he began to dish up their meal.

“It looks and smells awesome” Emily replied. She slipped off her black flats by the back door and came in. She heard the dryer rolling and could tell he had cleaned too “What did I ever do to marry someone as awesome as you?” she asked as she kissed him on the cheek.

“Just don’t forget it as I slave away for you” Matt replied. He picked up the plates and brought them to the table as Emily took her seat.

Emily’s office was casual dress so she wore a pair of dark skinny jeans along with a tan sweater accentuated by a navy blue scarf. She scooted herself closer to the table with a smile as she crossed her ankles and brought her feet up below her.

Matt poured the wine and took his seat across from her “So how was your day?” he asked.
“It was fine I guess” Emily replied. “How was yours?”

“Typical…” he shrugged. “Got some papers to grade later like usual”

They chatted while they ate about some plans for the upcoming weekend and some possible vacation destinations for the summer with New York City emerging as the favorite.

Emily sat back as they both finished up. Matt got up and began to clear the table. She laughed and said “You’re the best…sometimes I think you would make a better wife than me”

“You could marry a better looking woman than me” Matt said with a laugh as he stroked his full beard.

“No silly” Emily said laughing “You would have to be me and I would have to be you”

“Oh I get it…the old body swap” Matt said putting the dishes into the sink.

“Exactly!” she said as she sauntered over to him. She draped her arms over his shoulders as best she could. Matt was 6’4” and she was 5’6” but she put her forehead up against his back and hugged him. “Then we could play 50’s housewife where you do all the work around here and I come home and put my feet up and read my paper then I could get you pregnant”

“What?!” Matt laughed and turned to face Emily. He kissed her through their smiles.

“Well, you’re the one who’s ready to have kids…you do more chores around here…face it dude, I should be the guy and you should be the woman in this relationship” Emily rose up on her tip toes and kissed her husband on the lips.

Matt dropped his hands to her hips and he swayed her back and forth as if they were dancing.

As his hands rested on his wife’s body, he felt his arms rising up. They were firmly holding on but his arms and hands were definitely lifting higher. “What the heck?” he laughed.

They broke apart just enough for Emily to realize something was different about them. A confused and perplexed look came over her face and her mouth opened but no real sound came out. She jutted out her hip and dipped her shoulder “What’s different about you?” she said finally.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about but I feel it too…something’s different; something’s…off” Matt agreed. They stared at each other a moment before both of their jaws dropped at what they were seeing.

“Did you just shrink?!” “Did you just grow?!” they said simultaneously to each other. They both scanned the other up and down agreeing that their sizes were both off.

“You’re shorter! What’s going on?” Emily said taking another step back.

“Me? You’re the one getting taller!” Matt said pointing to his wife.

“How can I be getting taller?! That’s impossible!”

“No it’s not! It’s happening right now! You’re growing!” Matt said.

“Oh…My…” Emily looked down as she felt her jeans shifting on her lower legs. She looked down and slowly but steadily, her jeans were rising up her calves, exposing more and more skin as they went higher and higher. “…No way is this happening…” but she straightened out her arms in front of her and the cuffs of her sweater were also moving back.

“But what about you?!” she yelled at Matt.

“What about me?” he responded watching his wife get taller.

“You’re still shrinking!” Emily responded loudly.

Matt slapped at his chest and hips. His sweats were feeling a little loose and he looked down to see them much more furled and built up around his ankles. He dropped his hands and the cuffs of his sweatshirt came down over his palms, leaving just his fingers out.

Matt shook his shoulders and felt his shirt move freely on him “That’s not right…this isn’t right” he said refocusing on Emily.

Both of them were used to their height difference; Emily was a bit self-conscious about it. She wasn’t short, but she felt short next to her husband but now she looked at him and saw that their difference was essentially gone. “We’re like, the same size”

Matt looked at her and nodded. As he did, she grew again and he shrank again and suddenly, he found himself looking directly across and into her eyes evenly.

“I’m scared honey” Emily said frankly.

“Me too” Matt conceded. “I…uh…AH!”

Matt let out a slight exclamation as he shrank again and now looked up to his wife who was at least 2 inches taller than him now.

“What are we going to do?” she said in a near panic. She felt the shifting sensation again and grew even taller watching her formerly big husband get even further away from her eyes.
“I don’t know!” Matt returned still shrinking. His fingers disappeared into his cuffs and he flapped them helplessly.

Emily noticed her stomach stopped churning and an instinctive feeling hit her “I think it’s stopped”

“Yeah…” Matt said looking around before looking up “You’re so tall”

“And you’re so short…is this how I looked to you?”

“What are saying?” Matt asked slowly.

Emily looked down at him “It looks like you come up on me where I used to come up to on you”

“But why would…that doesn’t make any…” Matt said before he cocked his head. His hands went to his chest in disbelief. He felt something strapped across his chest that wasn’t there a moment ago. “What…Am I…” he flexed his shoulders and felt straps going over them as well. “Am I wearing a bra?”

Matt lifted up his shirt and sure enough, saw a white cotton bra hanging on his hairy chest “But why…”

Emily’s eyes narrowed in confusion but then widened at the realization that her boobs were hanging free “AH!” she slapped at her chest and felt full movement under her sweater.

But it was when her navy blue scarf began to move on its own that really freaked her out. Her scarf moved around to the back of her neck where it connected to her sweater and changed into a hood. The changes spread over the tan cable knit sweater changing it into a hooded sweatshirt; her husband’s hooded sweatshirt.

Matt watched in awe as his wife’s clothes began to change into the clothes he had on. He watched for several seconds before he realized that he now had a bunch of fabric gathering beneath his chin. “What the…” his hood had migrated to the front of his shirt and was changing into his wife’s navy blue scarf on top of a tan sweater.

“Oh My God! I was just joking about you being the better wife and us switching bodies Matt” Emily cried out. “I think it’s actually happening to us!”

“Oh my God you’re right…but…that’s impossible” Matt said but realizing what was occurring to their clothes and the fact that his wife was now standing nearly a foot taller than him made him know that she was right.

Matt felt his boxers tighten and rise up his thighs and clench onto his ass as they changed into a pair of panties. His pants were tightening up on his legs as they changed into a pair of skinny jeans that greatly restricted his movement. His socks vanished and he was left standing barefoot in his wife’s clothes.

Emily’s underwear and pants were growing looser and granting her some freedom. Her growth had caused them to nearly cut off circulation to her legs but now she found herself wearing boxer shorts and sweatpants along with white socks.

Emily wiggled her toes inside the warm socks, moving them up and down before she shrugged at the absurdity of it.

“So you’re saying that I’m really going to turn into you” Matt said softly.

Emily nodded “I think so…I really think that’s where this is going…I mean, I can’t see where else it could go. I’m your height…you’re mine…I think we’re going to start switching body parts with each other”

“Until I’m you and you’re me. This is so crazy I…oh my God Em…my feet!” Matt said pointing at his feet. A dark purple nail polish was beginning to appear on his toe nails. Just as
they began to darken, they began to shift and move and change in shape “Oh God…this is it”

Matt had size 13 feet but now they began to shrink down smaller and narrow and even soften. His toes thinned and got much shorter even though they appeared long on his new small size 7 feet. “It’s like they’re half the size now. This is so weird. I have my wife’s feet” his voice rising as he said it and watched it happen.

Emily’s mouth hung open as she watched her feet appear on her husband’s body. Her small delicate feet looked out of place at the moment but she knew it wouldn’t be long before more changed and they would fit him.

Emily now felt her own changes begin. Her feet may have been inside socks but she could tell they were changing shape and growing. She stepped on the end of her left sock with her right foot and pulled her foot free. As it came into view, she saw opaque nails that were large and wide. Her toes were much bigger and thicker and her feet were growing larger as she watched. They pulsated slightly and steadily growing wider and longer.

She gripped the other sock between her bigger toes and pulled it off too and saw a match; she now had her husband’s feet.

When she looked up, she saw Matt staring at her and their eyes locked. She detected panic and fright there but while she was definitely upset and worried, she also beginning to feel a calming sensation come over her.

She lifted her sweatpants to get a glimpse of her claves and she watched as hair appeared and thickened as her muscles bulged and her legs began to change. Her previously thin and soft feminine legs were growing and becoming harder “This feels so weird” she said as she felt the hairs pop up in a running pattern up her previously smooth legs.

“Just wait…it’s going to get a lot weirder before this is done” Matt said realizing just what he was in for as his legs began to trim and slim down in his wife’s jeans. “I’m getting your legs”

“And I’m getting yours” Emily said as she felt her thighs growing longer and changing shape and sitting differently  on her changing body.

“Ew…my knees just popped” Matt said as they shifted and he put his hands on them. His knee caps fluidly moved under the heels of his hands as they shrank.

Fat replaced muscle as his thighs began to round and fill out in a more feminine way bearing more of his weight. His wife’s insistence on wearing tight skinny jeans wasn’t helping his changing body’s comfort and he tugged and pulled at the fabric trying to get some relief for his legs. The jeans at least fit him now with Emily’s legs.

With his proportionally larger thighs, he felt his hips and ass begin to change. His hips shifted outward and his ass filled in nice and round lifting the jeans up and out and making the panties actually fit in the rear. The front was a different story.

Emily’s ass began to deflate and her hips pulled in giving her a more masculine frame as her waist began to shift out taking away her curve.

Emily cocked her head to the right and slowly closed her eyes in dawning comprehension. She felt an unmistakable stirring that ran down her spine and settled in her abdomen and then travelled down even further. “Oh shit”

Her hands clamped down on her crotch. She clenched her teeth and jaw and squinted. More hair began to appear on her upper pubic region and her clitoris hummed and throbbed like nothing she had ever felt before. It pulsated dramatically and she felt a burning in her gut.

Her squinted eyes popped wide open and her mouth opened in a perfect O of surprise and shock as two testicles formed and dropped out of her body. They descended as her skin closed up and her clitoris formed itself into a penis head and began to grow steadily outward. The shaft formed up and shot it out straight, still throbbing. “Oh my God that was the weirdest thing that I could possibly feel…I JUST GREW A PENIS” she shouted. “I just changed genders with you!” she jumped up and down a few times in amazement.

“Uh…” Matt mumbled at his wife’s rant. His mind was focusing on his own drastic shift. His hair was thinning and trimming itself up into a simple strip and a dreaded feeling settled into the pit of his stomach. The last time he felt it was a regrettable day when he slipped and hit himself in the balls with a rake handle. He felt like he might throw up as he felt his testicles begin to creep upward, pulling closer to his body. “This is really it” ran through his mind.

His penis began to throb; it would pulsate and then shrink down and pull backwards. It happened repeatedly until he shit just his right eye as his testicles disappeared back into his body. He felt a spreading warmth as his insides shifted and changed function. “I’m a woman” he thought as his penis pulled in and his skin readjusted itself over the small remaining clitoris and opened up a vagina. “I’m Emily…I’m the wife now” he thought.

He looked up with a stunned expression. His hand gently pressed on the flat front of his jeans “Oh God” he said.

“I know” Emily said in return.

Matt’s waist pulled in giving him a woman’s curve and jutted out his hips even further “I’m a functioning female” he mumbled in awe. “I’m really going to be you”

“Mm-Hmm” Emily answered as she felt her stomach move and her back begin to spread out wider squaring up her body even more. She tensed up her shoulders and felt her muscles expand below them.

Emily pursed her lips and lifted her sweatshirt up to her chin exposing her 34B breasts that were uncovered. She pulled the shirt as tight as she could as she saw her nipples begin to shrink down.

That shrinking started to the rest of her breasts to shrink. They got progressively smaller and smaller on her wider chest. As they went down, hair began to pop out between them. They became muscle as they got down close and more hair spread out. She unceremoniously dropped her shirt back down to her waist, covering her male chest.

Matt took the hint though and raised his sweater up and showed off his thin and narrow chest. It was still getting smaller along with his back as he pulled up the garment. He saw his wife’s bra sitting across his chest unfilled as his hair thinned and vanished.  His nipples puffed up and outward and flesh began to build up. He felt them slide forward across the silky fabric as they filled up the bra cups. His nipples came into contact with the fronts and pushed forward giving them some heft as they settled in.

“Speaking of feeling weird…I have your boobs” Matt said softly “I have boobs” he repeated as he looked up and they locked eyes again.

Emily couldn’t help herself and for some reason, she burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Matt asked desperately.

“Us” she answered and continued laughing.

Matt’s hands went to his hips as his arms began to slim and trim and his shoulders rounded off. “Uh” he huffed and crossed them over his chest. But he couldn’t figure out if he wanted to put them above or below his breasts so he kept readjusting them before giving up and throwing his hands up “Fine!”

Emily pointed and laughed even harder for a moment.

“You did this to me” Matt said jutting his hip out and dipping his shoulder. He put his hands up in front of her and nodded “Oh yeah…this will get you…I’m going to get your hands and your nails”

“Oh No…You have to take good care of those. You have to promise me not to fuck up my hands” Emily said. She was meticulous about her nails and hands.

“Oh…now we’re getting somewhere…now you realize that I can skip your lotion and pick off your nail polish and leave it all chipped and nasty looking; how’d you like that?”

“You wouldn’t dare and if you’re me…I won’t let you out of the house if your nails look like crap” Emily stressed.

“Oh watch ‘em Emily…watch ‘em change” Matt taunted her by holding his hands up as they began to shrink down and change into hers.

“Mmmm” escaped her lips along with a sigh as she watched her husband’s hands change.

Matt held them up and watched his nails begin to grow longer. The same shade of dark purple polish began to come onto them as they grew. His fingers thinned and looked longer even though they weren’t.

He smiled as even his wedding ring changed. It became slimmer and her diamond engagement ring now appeared alongside of it.

Matt looked down and decided to have a bit of his own fun. He took his new hands and shot them forward toward Emily’s pants. He grabbed the large bulge in the front and watched as she jumped in reaction.

“What are you doing?!” she asked in shock.

“You like this…don’t you?” he said with a tilt of his head. “You can’t lie to me anymore about when you’re aroused. No, no, no” he scolded her with his index finger ticking back and forth. “This little guy will give you away every time”

Emily blushed hard as her arms got longer and stronger and thicker. Her shoulders rose up and squared off and her precious hands began to fade away into Matt’s hands. A few hairs even popped out on the backs as her fingers thickened and her nails shrank away to the ends of her fingers. Her wedding band widened into Matt’s: She had guy hands, big and clumsy guy hands.

She bit her lip and pulled back and out of his playful grasp and she swatted his hands down. “Stop” she said. She coughed suddenly as a tickle ran through her throat. “You need to…Oh…oh shit…is that my voice?” she asked incredulously as her voice dropped several octaves and became a deep man’s voice; her husband’s voice.

Matt swallowed hard as he felt a tickle and knew the front of his neck was now smooth and bump free. “You sound odd” he said and began to laugh his wife’s laugh at the sound of his voice. It was Emily’s voice. “Your voice sounds different in my head than what I’ve gotten used to hearing from you all these years”

“No shit” Emily responded. “Yours sounds way different too”

It was almost a pained look that Matt noticed in Emily’s face as her chin began to pull in and her jaw lengthened. Her mouth shrank down narrower and she clamped her mouth shut with an emphatic “Mmmm” Her teeth were shrinking and shifting inside her mouth. Her tongue changed shape and size while pressed against the back of her floating teeth.

She finally let her lips part as more hair began to appear. “Will the hair never end?” she asked rhetorically as her upper lip, cheeks and chin all filled in with facial hair.

“You always said you liked my beard and hairy chest…well, they’re yours now” Matt said watching her beard come in nice and full as her cheeks changed and shifted upward.

Matt felt his own face begin to tingle. His manicured nails came up and ran through the hair as it thinned out and vanished from his face leaving behind nothing but smooth soft skin. His chin came outward and became more prominent on his face as his jaw line trimmed back smaller.

His lips and mouth widened and his teeth began to grow larger to become Emily’s preeminent feature. He couldn’t help but smile as it came to him.

He ran his fingers gently over his full soft lips and clacked his teeth together. His straight nose began to upturn at the end and became fleshier as Emily’s and his eyes narrowed. His hazel eyes darkened to a deeper brown but his eyelashes thickened as his vision blurred slightly. He knew that he needed Emily’s glasses; the last part of their wardrobe that hadn’t switched yet.

Emily’s nose thinned across the bridge and her slight upturn at the end straightened out. Her eyes widened and lightened as her eyelashes thinned. Her vision was now worse with her glasses but in a blink of an eye, they were gone.

She looked over and saw Matt’s hands coming up and gently adjusting her black plastic frames on what was increasingly becoming her face.

Matt’s eyebrows trimmed and lengthened, his forehead shifted and his ears shrank down just as his hair began to grow out. His light brown hair darkened a few shades and bangs began to sweep down over his forehead as the rest grew out longer.

Matt watched it grow down to his shoulders and become thicker and wavier as it went. The hair tickled his forehead as he gained his wife’s heavy bangs.

Emily’s ears grew larger and her eyebrows thickened across her forehead as it too changed shape and size. Her hair lightened up a bit and began to lift up and pull inward. In a matter of seconds, her hair had changed into Matt’s and they both knew that the physical process was complete.

Matt looked down to the floor and let his eyes trace up his body. A few “uh’s” and “ah’s escaped his lips before he looked over at his old body standing before him. He waited for his wife to meet his gaze.

Emily too was looking down at her body. It was her body now but it felt so different to her. The floor looked a mile away to her. After a few deep breaths, she looked over at her old body. Her husband was just a few feet away but the person she was staring at looked nothing like him. To Emily it was like looking into the world’s most bizarre mirror as she looked down at her own body.

“Great: Now what?” she asked.

“I…uh…I don’t know” he responded sounding very weak. He threw his small hands up “I’m so confused right now…I’m <sniff> uh…” a few tears were forming as emotions rushed through Matt like never before.

Emily was actually confused by his reaction “Why are you crying?”

“I don’t know” he whined a bit “Why shouldn’t I be crying…I’m a girl now right; aren’t I supposed to cry when I’m upset and confused?”

Emily began to laugh again; she couldn’t help it. “Come here, I’ll protect you” she said as she moved in to hug Matt. As she pressed up against him, he had to admit that he did feel better; he felt safe in her arms up until the point when he got a bit grossed out.

“Yuck….God I can feel your hard on pressing up against my stomach! Gross!”

Emily backed up and blushed while looking down at her throbbing penis bulging at the front of her sweat pants.

“You’re turned on!” Matt said. “You really are enjoying all of this…you…oh my God” he put his hands up to his temples and rubbed hard at the thought that just appeared there.

“What?” Emily asked curious.

“I…I don’t want to talk about it right now. We have to try to change back” Matt said suppressing his thought, which had been an attraction to his old body that just came up on him and made his stomach flip as he looked at his wife/her husband.

“I honestly don’t know if that’s possible” Emily said.

“I don’t either but I also didn’t think it would be possible to find ourselves like this either”

Emily grabbed her purse and noticed something slightly different about it. Instead of her office tag hanging from the side, it was an ID tag from Washington High School, where Matt taught. It was her picture but it also said Faculty.

Curious, she walked to the office and picked up her husband’s satchel. It was no longer full of papers, but instead had her project notes and laptop from work in it. The tag had Matt’s picture on it but it now said Anderson HR…her company. “That’s strange”

She went to a bookshelf where copies of the Washington High School yearbook lay. She picked up one and flipped to the teachers’ page and saw Mrs. Emily Harrison: English. “But that would mean…”

“What are you looking at?”

Emily thrust the yearbook over to Matt who took it in his manicured hands and stared at the picture starting to piece together what had happened. “But that means I’m still a teacher and you still work in your office, but everyone knows that I’m actually Emily and you’re actually Matt”

“We switched bodies and roles but not lives” the new Matt said. “And you now have my last name…my maiden name is now our last name according to both tags and…” she found some bills on the table, all now in the name of Harrison.

The new Emily Harrison cocked her head in confusion “What in the world…”

The new Matt Harrison just shook his head “What a world…”

Emily headed back to the kitchen; she cleaned up the rest of the dishes as Matt came back in and just watched her move. He couldn’t deny a definite sexual attraction to the body that had been his moments earlier. More and more thoughts were clouding and changing in his head. He was mesmerized just watching her body move.

Emily was cleaning because it felt like the only normal thing she could do, so she felt a need to focus on it. She went through the motions but strange thoughts kept intruding and flashing in. The absurdity of what had just occurred to her and her husband along with confusingly powerful emotions kept coming forward. One moment she would think of herself as a she and the next, she would think as a he. “This all just needs to settle down. If I’m going to be Emily from now on, I just need to do it”

The confusion did start to settle though. One minute, she was horrified by the thought of a period and in the next, it seemed like old hat, something she had been dealing with since she was 13. Finally she turned around and a strange smile formed on her mouth looking across the room at her husband.

Matt had kept to himself the past few minutes while he noticed that his thinking was starting to slow down. By the time Emily turned to him with a slight smile, downcast eyes, a dipped shoulder and a simple sway of her hips; he knew what it meant.

They ran up the stairs laughing and giggling.

One year later…

Emily Harrison came in the house and put her purse down on the table. She kicked off her black flats and padded her way to the refrigerator. She wanted to get some dinner started before her husband Matt got home from work.

She began chopping up some carrots and celery and tomatoes for their salad while some water began to boil for pasta.

She wiped her forehead a few times as she worked. She was hot even though it was late fall and the weather outside was cool. When she spilled a few errant carrot pieces onto the floor she sighed. “I can’t just leave them there but…” she took a deep breath and bent to down to pick them up.

When she stood back up, she put her hands on her full round protruding belly. She ran her hands over it and talked to it “Picking up stuff on the floor was much easier before you came along little missy”

Emily was 8 months pregnant and they knew it was a girl. She giggled though when she got a kick in response “Ooo…feisty aren’t you…just like your Momma”

Emily smiled and went back to work. She would get dinner ready, but she’d let her husband get the clothes out of the dryer when he got home. “It’s good for him…gets him used to doing more laundry once the baby comes” she patted her stomach once again “She how your Daddy likes doing some of the wife chores around here”