“Angela, I’ve been looking for you” Elizabeth Sullivan said with a smile as she found her favorite Production Assistant at her desk.

“Been right here, what can I help you with?” Angela Rodriguez asked from her cubicle in the newsroom.

“I saw that you have the story about the Senate hearings from today, did you get the latest video though? I saw a new download come through just a few minutes ago of the FBI Director saying they knew about the leaks”

“What?!” Angela sat forward in her seat “I didn’t know there was new video!” she began typing away “Yep…there it is…” she said to her screen “I’ll have a rewrite to you with the new video in 10 minutes”

Liz looked at the clock on the wall “Good, it’ll be in time for a new update for the 6 o’clock. I’ll be by my desk, I’d like to see a quick copy of it before I go on air if you can get it to me” she smiled her TV anchor watt smile and walked away, her heels clacking as she went.

Angela pushed her glasses up absent-mindedly as she typed away redoing her story on short notice, but after just a few minutes and a few keystrokes and a download she was sending to the director completed.

She got up and made her way across the office to Liz’s desk.

Elizabeth Sullivan, lead anchor for Channel 7 news, 5’10” Blonde hair, green eyes with the classic features that networks look for in a news anchor, sat at her desk touching up her makeup. She smiled broadly though as she saw Angela coming her way.

“All set!” Angela said handing her the copy.

“You are awesome!” Liz said doing a quick read over.

“No problem, it’s what I’m here for” Angela said with a shrug.

Angela Rodriguez, 4’10” and a bit pudgy with a dark bob haircut with bangs and glasses, brushed her hair back and smiled. She and Elizabeth were the same age, born just a few days apart actually but couldn’t be more different in style and looks. While Liz had on a royal blue sleeveless dress and nude heels, Angela was dressed in a black zip up hoodie, gray t-shirt, black jeans and Converse sneakers.

Elizabeth put her hand to her stomach and pressed down “I am just not feeling good” she said crinkling up her tiny pert nose “I wish you could go out there for me tonight”

“HA!” Angela replied “Yeah right, I couldn’t be less ready for TV…I wish I looked like you!” 

And with those words, the world stopped for everyone but Angela and Elizabeth. The usual noise of the newsroom was silenced, People who were rushing about stopped dead in their tracks; the cameras were motionless and the clocks were still.

Angela felt her body begin to lift up, defying gravity. Her sneakers untied themselves as her feet began to lift up and out of them. They pulled free of her white ankle socks as they did and she found herself dangling several inches above the ground, barefoot.

“AH!” Angela screamed, her hands coming up to her cheeks.

Elizabeth was shocked and sat staring at her co-worker as she rose up off the ground before she too felt moved by another force. Liz lifted up off her chair and off the ground, her feet coming out of her size 10 nude colored peep toe sling back heels “What the heck is happening?!” she said her voice rising with each word as she came clear of her shoes and joined Angela in mid-air.

They both rose up higher but their faces and heads were equal to the other, their faces frozen masks of shock and incomprehension.

Liz felt her belt begin to loosen and work its way open. Her hands began to go toward it to stop it but then, her hands and arms locked and she was unable to move them “What?!” was all she managed to say as she struggled over control of her own body.

Her arms went up, straight above her head as her belt undid itself and her skirt began to rise up her legs. It was a knee length skirt that now moved up, exposing her round and firm thighs “Whoa, what the hell is going on? Stop it!” she said, her feet kicking a bit, but not moving much in the air.

Angela’s hands pulled away from her cheeks but she wasn’t moving them. Her belt was also coming undone and her jeans were unbuttoning and unzipping themselves “Hey Hey HEY!” she said through clenched teeth “What the fuck…” she said as her jeans worked their way off her ample hips and ass and slid down and off her legs.

Her hoodie unzipped and her arms went to the sides as it came off but they rose up straight as her t-shirt came up and off.

Liz’s dress was now off and over her head. It floated to the side as her various pieces of jewelry came off. Her watch, a bracelet, her wedding ring, her necklace and her large, gold teardrop shaped earrings all worked their way off of her one at a time.

Liz’s green eyes bulged as she felt her panties begin to shimmy down off her hips and her arms swung to the front as her nude colored bra unhooked from her back and slid down her shoulders “AAAAAHHHHHH!” She screamed as she went naked.

A cream was bubbling up inside Angela as well as her arms went straight and her white bra popped open on her back and came forward exposing her breasts and her basic and somewhat large panties worked their way down her legs leaving her naked as well.

A light seemed to grow around them getting brighter as they swayed in mid-air naked and stripped down. The light suddenly flashed, passing over them and a new sensation began.

Elizabeth began to tingle; her fingers and toes wiggled and a creeping feeling settled in to the back of her neck. Her blonde hairs there stood on end as a burning sensation spread. “Oh God!” she yelled, her eyes and head moving as much as they could “Oh God!” she repeated.

Liz felt a strange creeping feeling all over her body like her shoulders were rising up and coming in closer. It felt like her arms were pulling in along with her legs and her torso “Am I…” she looked around and down. Her jaw dropped open as she saw her feet rising up closer to her and further away from the ground “Am I shrinking?!” her voice inflecting around the incredulousness of the sensation that she was getting smaller as she floated.

Angela responded to Liz’s Oh God proclamation with one of her own “Oh God!” she said but her voice was flat and quivered a bit more with fear and anxiety. She too was feeling something strange passing over and through her body. It felt like she was loosening up and every muscle in her body was suddenly relaxed and drifting further away from her. But that was when it hit her: She looked down and saw her feet stretching out further away from her eye but closer to the ground. She looked over and saw she was still even in head height with Elizabeth but her legs were reaching down longer. Her arms felt longer, thinner and much stronger. She knew Liz was a total gym rat; she wore sleeveless dresses to show off her awesome arms and toned body. “If she’s getting smaller then…” Angela thought.

“I must be growing!” she shouted out and looked over as Liz’s eyes rose up from her feet which were lifting higher to meet Angela’s eyes.

As their eyes met, their jaws both dropped and they both screamed at the top of their lungs “AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” until they ran out of air and had to stop just to breathe.

“Oh shit!” Liz said “I think we’re switching places!”

“I think you’re right!” Angela said back. Looking between the two of them, Angela now looked to have the longer legs of the two of them as Liz’s legs were looking very different. They looked compact and heavier, her feet even looked smaller as they kicked up and down.

Angela’s own legs were looking quite long and sleek to her eyes, nothing like what she usually saw looking down. Her skin tone was lightening up and becoming paler and lighter. Her size 6 and a half feet began to grow out long and narrow. Her toes slid out longer and thinner and red nail polish popped out suddenly covering her nails as they still changed shape.

“I’ve got your feet Elizabeth!” she said with some urgency.

“But that’s impossible!” Liz said realizing how silly it sounded as she hung suspended in the air naked and shrinking. She looked over and watched as Angela’s feet continued to stretch out longer and take on a shape very familiar to her eyes “You do have my feet” she said barely above a whisper “But that would mean…”

“We’re switching bodies!” Angela said suddenly “I’m turning into you and…”

“I’m turning into you!” Liz finished for her. She looked down and saw her legs getting thicker and much shorter. Her skin tone was tanning up darker and her size 10 feet now began to shrink smaller and widen out some as they did. Her long thin toes pulled back and widened out. Her nails became smaller on her more stout toes and her nail polish vanished leaving unpainted toes on her.

Elizabeth’s long and shapely legs, molded from years of running 10 miles a day began to thicken. Her thighs softened and poofed out touching together as additional pounds went to them. Her lithe hips and ass now began to shift lower and grow wider. “Whoa!” was all she managed to say feeling her body change and widen out.

“I’m going to be like a whole foot taller!” Angela realized watching her legs lengthen and trim up into beautiful and shapely legs fit to be on TV every night. Her calves developed a delicate curve as her thighs changed into curvaceous and well-formed legs on her suddenly statuesque body. Tight and muscled yet soft and feminine at the same time.

Angela’s body was stretching out longer still. She could feel her back and chest lifting longer “This is impossible!” she said.

“You’re telling me!” Elizabeth shot back still feeling her body compressing smaller. Her ass was growing larger and losing its firmness. Cellulite spots popped out across her cheeks and upper thighs as her hips shifted outward.

“Oh God” she said lower as she swallowed and put her chin up and out. Liz could feel hairs multiplying and popping out across her pubic area. She felt her skin loosen and shift, refolding and changing shape. Her clitoris hummed to life as it was stimulated by its own shift and change and moisture rushed forward to the area which aided in the skin’s movement.

Liz looked down and saw her body from the waist down look totally unfamiliar to her.

Angela’s ass rose up tight and round and firm and smooth, the skin was flawless over the tightly muscled mass. Her hips slimmed and rose up powerfully as her hair thinned and lightened in her pubic area.

She looked down and watched as her skin lightened and refolded, smoothing out and turning pinker as it changed shape. Her clitoris vibrated and her shoulders shook and popped as it did, warmth spread throughout her floating form as a vision of the man who would now be her husband passed through her mind.

Her longer and stronger thighs clamped together briefly before they spread slightly open again, the muscles in her ass clenching and relaxing as well. Angela looked over and saw an embarrassed look in Liz’s eyes staring back “What?” she asked.

Liz managed to shrug her shoulders “I don’t know” she said back “I’m just…all confused is all”

“We both are but…Oh…um” Angela broke eye contact and looked down as her stomach pulled in taut and flat; all signs of any kind of belly fat vanished before her eyes. She glanced over and saw her old stomach coming onto Liz’s once fit frame.

Liz trained her eyes downward and saw a roll of fat bubble up. She now had a stomach pouch that seemed to get a bit larger as her height continued to diminish. Her torso was much more compact and her sides felt tight for a moment as her body adjusted to her new lack of height. Her back felt softer and her shoulders pulled in much closer and rounded off.

Elizabeth watched her pert and perky 36C breasts began to sag and round and drop lower. Her nipples darkened along with her areolas and she badly wanted to touch them but her arms were not under her own control as of yet.

She shifted her eyes to her arms though as they pulled in short to fit her frame. The long ropy muscles she had worked out daily suddenly gave up and turned to simply thick upper arms as her condensed forearms took shape.

Elizabeth’s long and elegant fingers topped off with pink polish on her longer nails began to change dramatically. Her palms condensed, her fingers thickened and pulled in much smaller and shorter and her nails cut back to the quick with no polish or finish to them.

Angela felt her torso elongate so much further out that it shocked her. Her back muscles tightened and strengthened and her shoulders rose up and popped out noticeably wider. Straightening naturally and confidently as her 38B breasts rose up pert and perky on her tight chest into a 36C with smaller nipples and pink areolas.

Her arms shot out long and strong, ropy muscles now defined and obvious where previously they had been non-descript and weak. Her hands became delicate and graceful. Her fingers long and thin with grown out nails adorned with pink polish, each finger almost a full inch longer than before.

Angela’s close cropped black bob haircut now began to lighten and grow out long with loose curls turning a bright blonde, so different than her usual look it was shocking to them both. Her bangs swept up and away revealing her full forehead as her hair styled itself into the TV ready blonde locks of Liz.

Angela’s skin smoothed across her forehead and her dark eyebrows thinned out and lightened at first only to darken back up but this time due to a heavy coating of TV makeup.

Angela’s square framed thick glasses began to slide off her nose and ears and floated across the way. As they did, her vision cleared and her eye color changed from dark brown to green. She blinked to clarify what she was seeing as her eyes enlarged and rounded, more makeup, this time mascara and eye liner coming on to make her eyes pop for the camera.

What she was seeing was Elizabeth’s face changing into her own. To Angela looking forward, she saw Liz’s face turning into what she saw in a mirror one piece at a time. First, Liz’s long and elegant neck shrank down much more compact taking her down to her new height of just 4’10”. Liz’s long blonde locks began to darken and pull up closer and tighter, dark bangs swept forward and covered her forehead but it gave Angela a long enough look to glimpse that her eyebrows were thicker and darker than before.

Elizabeth’s nose broadened and her ears lifted up as the square framed glasses made their approach. Her piercings closed and the small little upturn at the end of her nose came down. The frames slid up and on, the thick lenses taking some getting used to even as Liz’s eyes weakened, narrowed and turned brown. Her eye makeup vanished along with her heavy foundation and lipstick.

Liz’s high cheekbones dropped changing her facial look much more to Angela’s look. Her jaw and chin weakened and came in and her lips thinned and turned down at the corners. Her bright white and straight teeth now crooked in a few places as they dimmed in color as well.

Angela’s jaw dropped as she saw Liz’s face transform into hers. As it fell though, her jawline came forward along with creating a much stronger chin that showed forth when she closed her mouth and regained some composure. Her teeth whitened and spread out long and straight as her lips plumped and bright pink lipstick came on. The heavy TV camera foundation came onto her cheeks as they lifted up strong and sleek. She was now the TV Anchorwoman with the prepped hair and makeup, the pretty face with the outstanding body while Liz was now the short and pudgy PA.

Liz’s nude bra floated toward Angela and her arms went out to meet it. It slid up and fastened behind her back as her toes pointed and her legs stiffened as her panties worked their way up her toned legs to hug her tight hips and ass.

Angela’s gray bra and white panties made their way toward a shell shocked Liz. Her arms went out and accepted the bra which came inward and lifted her sagging breasts up as it fastened while her stubby toes pointed and the larger and much less fashionable underwear moved up her thicker legs. Angela’s jeans were next; moving up and covering Liz complete with buttoning, zipping and her belt coming tight.

Liz’s arms went up and the gray t-shirt came down before they maneuvered around to take on her zip up hoodie.

Angela’s arms went up as the royal blue dress came down, fitting her tight body snugly for the benefit of the audience. The accessories were next as a watch, bracelet and rings moved toward her wrists and hands, a necklace went over her hair and teardrop shaped gold earrings came to their waiting holes at the bottoms of her dangling lobes.

Liz was shocked to see Angela now that she was fully dressed and made up as her. “That’s me” she said and was shocked to hear her voice. No longer polished for TV, it sounded nasally “What? I don’t even have my own voice anymore” she said with Angela’s tone, inflection and slight southern accent.

“I guess I…Ooo” Angela began to speak and quickly stopped upon hearing Liz’s flat announcing voice coming from her now “…I have to have your voice I guess to complete the package”

“What package? Why is this happening?” Liz said as she now began to move again “Whoa…what’s going on now?”

Angela began to move too. They got closer and went past the other slowly turning so they were now in the other’s place, above the other’s shoes.

“Wait a second! This all started when I said I wasn’t feeling well and said I wished you could go on for me and then you laughed and said you wished you looked like me and now look at us…That shit actually happened!”

“Oh My God…you’re right; it did and now I do look like you and I will have to go out there for you” Angela said as she began to lower back down but not nearly as much as she had originally risen up.

“But that’s crazy! This can’t be real” Liz said.

Angela kind of smirked at those words. She looked down at herself “Looks real to me” she said.

“You know what I mean” Liz said defensively.

“I do but look at us!” she managed to wiggle her hands and arms a bit more freely, gesturing them in a circle “I sure look like you and you look like me”

“But that’s not right!” Liz said as she began to lower down, her toes pointing as the socks drifted up and slipped over her feet. She managed to kick twice before the locked pointed again and slipped into the black Converse sneakers that were already retying themselves.

“Why was it right that we were even born looking like we did” Angela thought “Was that fair?”

Angela’s toes pointed, her long size 10 feet slid into the nude heels, her first two toes able to be seen through the peep toe cut, her heels held tight by the sling back strap. Angela had never been a heel girl but they felt natural to her legs and body now.

Angela shuddered coming to as the world around them exploded back to life. Liz crouched but sprang back up to her meager full height as noise blasted and people resumed moving and talking around them.

“What the?” Liz said moving freely and swinging around.

Angela stood still, everything looked very different to her from this height and through these eyes “Wow” she whispered to herself. She put her hands up and out in front of her. She looked down and put her hands against her flat stomach and took in the sight of her long legs all the way down to her heeled feet.

“What are we going to do?” Liz said running her hand through her black hair nervously.

“We’re on in two minutes Liz” the floor director said coming up to Angela and handing her an earpiece as she clipped her microphone onto the collar of her dress and placed the battery pack at the small of her back using her belt. “Come on”

Angela gave an apologetic smile over her shoulder to Liz as she made her way to the set, reading the copy she was being handed.

Liz was helpless, she watched her leave unable to say or do anything to reverse what had just happened to them. “Uh…um” she said looking around. She watched Angela step up to the mark on the floor and face the camera. She turned to the monitors overhead and held her breath as she heard her begin to read from the teleprompter.

Angela had been in newsrooms for 15 years, she knew every detail but had never been on camera, always living behind it. Now looking like Elizabeth Sullivan, she found out that she could do the on camera work as well. The hour long telecast went flawlessly for her as she moved from standing to sitting, serious to joking with the weatherman and every range of emotion in between.

Liz sat down at her old desk and watched. At times, she would realize who she was now and look at her own self “No…we’re going to change back when the news is over, I know it” she kept telling herself “Just get to the end and we can wish ourselves back to our own bodies and lives…”

At the end of the newscast, Angela came back all smiles “Wow…I didn’t know I even had that in me” she said towering over Liz who tried gamely to smile back.

“You did great…it’s like I was out there myself” Liz said.

“I didn’t miss a beat” Angela said bending down instinctively to the smaller woman before her. She passed by and went into her cubicle and sat down, Liz hovering around her anxiously. She spun in her chair to face Liz, recreating the look they were in originally before they switched.

“Okay” Liz said “I’d really like my body back now”

Angela smiled and looked down “Um, yeah…about that…” she tapped her finger to her chin.

Liz’s narrow brown eyes opened as wide as they could “Yeah, really like to get back to being myself again”

Angela crossed a long left leg over her right knee adjusting the hem of her skirt “I don’t think I want to switch back”

“What” Liz said, the color draining from her face and the emotion draining from her voice.

“Sorry but I like looking like this. I looked like that for 32 years…everybody passing me over unnoticed”

“But that’s not fair” Liz said.

“What was fair about you winning the genetics lottery to look like this in the first place? Maybe it’s just my turn to look like this and your turn to look like what I used to look like”

“No…that’s not fair and that’s not right and you know it. It’s more than just looks…it would be our whole lives…I have a husband and…”

“I’ll take good care of him” Angela said standing up and folding her arms over her chest.

“You can’t do this to me”

“Mmm” she dipped her head back and forth “I think I just did do this to you; excuse me” she walked past Liz and out of the cubicle.

“But…” Liz started.

“But nothing…no one would ever believe us if we told them that time froze and we swapped bodies, so get used to being me…Angela” Angela said before turning her back and walking away. She was going home to her husband but first she wanted to get this thick makeup off; she’d keep the clothes on…something for her husband to take off of her.