“I wish I could trade places with you”
I couldn’t believe it when I heard the words come from the mouth of my 14 year old niece but I also didn’t put any credence into it; you could say things like that all day but what were the odds of it actually happening.
“I wish I could trade places with you too” I replied to appease her.
“Really? You…You’d actually want to switch places with me?!” Angie said shocked.
“Yeah!” I replied eagerly. “Why wouldn’t I want to be young again? You’ve got your whole life ahead of you…so full of potential” I laughed “Why would you want to trade that away for being in your 30’s?!”
“Um…Duh! I’m just guessing that you’ve actually looked at yourself in the mirror Aunt Marissa? You’re gorgeous and successful. Who wouldn’t want your life?” Angie replied.
“Don’t you dare put yourself down” I said.
“Come on…I’m short…I’ve got like no boobs and these glasses and braces are just such an invitation to all the boys” she said sarcastically.
“So you just haven’t bloomed yet, I was a late bloomer myself” I replied.
“Yeah…but I’ve seen your pictures from when you were 14 and compared to me…you’re frickin Miss America. No way I ever get looks like you”
“You don’t know that Ang…I was…”
“Nope” she interrupted shaking her head “I will trade you bodies and lives straight up if you’re interested”
I smirked and called her bluff “Okay”
She smirked back in return and nodded “Fine. We agree to trade places; you’ll become Angela Susan Morris and I’ll become Marissa Lynn Morris” she stuck out her hand.
“Deal” I said taking her hand in mind and shaking it.
We both laughed at our little joke as Angie stood up and tugged on her shorts. “Man if only…” she added in looking around my condo “I could definitely get used to this”
“It’s not all sunshine and rainbows” I said as I stood up. I shimmied my shoulders to put my sundress back in place. I blinked hard, my vision seemed just a bit off. Everything was just a tad blurry as I rubbed my eyes “Must be more tired than I thought” I said to myself.
My index fingers pressed down on my eyes hard until I released them. I stopped. I held my breath and cocked my head ever so slightly as my fingers hit something. I felt something pull and move against my ears and along the side of my face. My fingers cautiously probed and moved “I’m wearing glasses?”
Immediately I noticed everything was clear. I lifted the glasses up and off and looked around them where everything blurred again; more so this time than before I began rubbing my eyes. “Glasses?”
I saw Angie turn toward me and noticed something was off. It took a full second before I realized what it was; she didn’t have her glasses on.
“Aunt Marissa?” she asked quietly as she took a step in my direction. I saw confusion in her eyes as her hands came up and she gently touched all around her eyes
“Uh” was all I could say.
I took the glasses off and recognized them.
“Why am I wearing your glasses all of a sudden?” I asked.
“Um” Angie replied “I…don’t…know?” She cocked her head in a similar manner to mine “Unless…” she added, her voice tilting up slightly at the end.
“Unless what?” I answered, my jaw tightening, my lips pursing down tight as a burning sensation settled in at the base of my skull.
“Unless what we were just talking about is actually about to come true” she replied.
“What were we…” my jaw dropped “No!” but as I said it, my hands went up and touched the glasses sitting on my face.
Angie nodded slowly at me “We made a deal…we shook on it” a smile began to spread on her thin lips. It widened and I could see the metallic bands of her braces, clamped to her small teeth. Her brown eyes widened and her round cheeks rose up.
“No. That’s impossible.” I said flatly “That can’t possibly even begin to happen…it’s physically impossible”
“No Aunt Marissa, it’s improbable; not impossible. Nothing is impossible” Angie replied.
“No…I’m pretty sure two people trading bodies and lives is impossible” I answered but my voice was shaky and uncertain, my heart was pounding and I felt numb and tingly all over.
“Did I really just trade away my body and my life to my niece?!” a panicked thought rose up in my mind “Are we really changing places?! Am I going to be 14 again and is she going to turn into me?!”
I licked my lips, dry as they could be and blinked several times adjusting to the glasses “Can you?”
Angie turned to me as I began to ask her a question. She nodded for me to continue.
“Can you see alright?”
“Yes” she answered calmly “I’ve never seen this well in all my life”
I shook my head no. I felt dizzy as I took in a deep breath and cleared my throat. A lump rose up there and I swallowed hard against it.
I saw Angie leaning in closer to me. She took a step toward me, her head at an odd angle. I watched her mouth slowly open and her eyes narrow down “Aunt Marissa…”
“Yeah…yes” I said.
“You have brown eyes” she said incredulously.
“What? No I don’t…my eyes are blue” I spun around and walked quickly to the mirror on the wall behind me “My eyes are blue, they’ve always been blue they’re…”
I stopped dead in front of the mirror, my lips parted but I couldn’t speak. Angie was a step behind me until she came up and stood next to me, the top pf her head only coming up to my chin “Brown…see; I told you” she said before she gasped “Holy Shit!”
“What?!” I spun towards her and she turned and looked up at me “Mine are blue now Aunt Marissa! Look!”
My heart was now pounding, my breathing hitched and ragged as I found myself holding my breath at odd intervals as I slowly nodded confirmation; her eyes were blue.
“This is real…this is really going to happen!” she said excitement in her voice.
I knew she couldn’t help it but her excitement was my dread “What have I done?” I asked.
My cheeks were burning hot and I put my hand up feeling the heat radiating off of them. I turned back to the mirror and as I removed my hands, I noticed that my cheeks looked different. Higher up somehow, rounder than usual. I rubbed them harder, really pressing down feeling the bones and muscles.
I moved my mouth around, opening my jaw up as far as it would go as a numbness was creeping in. I saw Angie turn in the reflection until she too was facing straight on as well.
I saw a woman and a child in the reflection, myself and my niece. Me, about 8 inches taller than her. Her youthful face looking different now too, not just her eyes, but the shape of her face looked different next to mine.
Angie’s mouth began to stretch out as she flexed her jaw, mimicking my movements exactly until she clamped her teeth shut with a click, baring her teeth and sucking air through them. She pursed her lips down tight and her eyes widened before quickly pulling her lips up and back now exposing perfectly white and straight teeth; no braces.
I gasped; she gasped and we exchanged a look before looking back into the mirror.
My mouth went numb and in a split second, I tasted metal and felt weight inside my mouth. I separated my teeth but wouldn’t separate my lips. I cautiously ran my tongue up and confirmed that I was now wearing braces.
I shook. My eyes began to water ever so slightly and I fought back an urge to let the tears go. I could feel Angie’s anticipation next to me; she knew and I knew she wanted to see “You have them don’t you Aunt Marissa?”
I looked at her, my jaw tight before I finally gave in. My mouth relaxed and I showed my teeth off to her.
Angie gasped and brought her hands up to her face “My braces! Your braces! You’ve got braces!” she said as all I could do was nod.
“Your whole face looks different with them” Angie told me “Your mouth looks smaller and, and your lips look thinner…I don’t know, it’s like…” she trailed off as she looked at herself in the mirror and noticed her own lips looking fuller “It’s like we switched everything about our mouths”
She turned back and forth slightly looking at her larger mouth, fuller lips and bigger teeth, free of their weight, free of everything.
The changes to our mouths did seem to have a ripple effect on the rest of our faces. I thought my chin looked rounder and sat up higher, my jaw looked shorter and softer “I look younger” I mumbled.
“Because I think you are getting younger” Angie said taking in her more pointed chin and longer jaw, her sleek cheeks and fuller mouth “I look older…I look more mature”
As we both looked on, our noses began to turn into each other’s. Mine shrank down, the bridge narrowed and my nostrils came in as hers grew, the bridge widened into a longer yet straighter nose as her nostrils flared out.
My hoop earrings vanished. Pop, they were gone and my hands went to my ear lobes only to find no holes.
A second later, they reappeared in Angie’s ears. The new found weight pulled her lobes down as they grew larger, the folds shifting as her ears turned into mine.
I moved my blonde hair back to fully see my ears shrink down as heat pulsated off of them.
Subtle changes were occurring. My skin darkened a shade, hers lightened. A few lines appeared around her mouth and eyes; nothing deep but definitely there. My eyelashes thinned as hers thickened but the reverse was true of our eyebrows. Mine thickened and darkened as hers thinned and lightened.
My eyes seemed to open wider, my skin pulled and tugged generally making me look younger; I saw a kid’s face looking back at me from the mirror. It was still my hairstyle and my height and my chest I could see in the reflection, but it was Angie’s face.
“I can’t believe this” I thought. I let my eyes shift to Angie’s reflection. I saw my face down there. My eyes, my nose, my mouth…my everything was now hers “This isn’t going to stop, this isn’t going to reverse itself. I’m going to be Angie when this is done and she’s going to be me”
I lingered on watching Angie take in the changes to her face until I saw blonde hairs begin to intertwine with her brown ones. The blonde ones were beginning to multiply and slowly but surely they began to outnumber the browns. The blondes were growing longer and straightening. A slight wave remained but the messy waves of Angie’s hair were being replaced.
I turned back to the mirror fully knowing what I would see. After confirming it, I shut my eyes and whimpered once. Standing perfectly still I could feel my scalp crawling as my blonde hairs retreated and were replaced by Angie’s brown ones. My hair was coming in thicker and curlier in messy waves that would need constant attention to keep the frizz out of it. I felt the hairs brushing past my small and tender ears and against my bare shoulders.
Out of the corner of my eyes I could see Angie flipping her longer locks and running her fingers through them “This is amazing…I can’t…I can’t even with this” she said.
“This isn’t happening” I said “This can’t be happening” My mouth moved but I wasn’t used to that being my mouth. My voice sounded different, my lips affected by the braces but with the last words I had just spoken, it had seemed higher too.
I cleared my throat again “Mmmm” I hummed out definitely sounding different and definitely catching my niece’s attention.
“Did you? Do…my voice! We switched voices too…everything really is going to change between us isn’t it?” she said in a deeper more mature sounding voice; a voice that had been professionally trained to speak clearly and enunciate without an accent. I couldn’t go on TV anymore with this baby face and high pitched teenaged sounding voice. My job as a TV anchor was gone as of now.
“I’ve got your face! Your hair! Your voice!” Angie looked at me “We’re really trading. The body comes first but then the life has to follow”
I couldn’t speak. It was taking everything I had just to breathe. My face was numb, my fingers were tingling my chest was rising up and down as I tried to control and compose myself but it was a battle I was losing.
My whole body tensed up, like every muscle constricted all at once and the oddest sensation I had ever felt began to settle in across my body. It started in my shoulders; I could feel them pulling in, getting closer, narrowing and then my chest and back felt like they were placed in a vice. “Am I getting smaller?” I asked.
I was wearing a white and yellow sundress with no bra. The dress itself was equipped with cups that held my 36C breasts built in so I noticed immediately when a black bra suddenly strapped itself around my chest squeezing my breasts in. I sucked in a breath in discomfort at wearing a 32B bra with my breasts unchanged in size.
I heard Angie exhale through her nose and saw her shake her shoulders. Her body seemed to shudder as I watched her shoulders begin to shift out and up. Her chest and back expanded and pressed against the black tank top she wore until in a blink of an eye, our clothes changed.
“Ah!” I let out a quick yelp seeing my dress pop onto Angie’s body and seeing and feeling my own body gain her blank tank, tan shorts and whatever color panties she was wearing.
There was actually only 5 inches difference in our heights, from 5’7” to 5’2” but I was also wearing 3 inch wedge heels with my outfit and a moment after my dress left me, I felt my heels hit the ground hard. My shoes had vanished and I dropped down in just my bare feet.
“Oh my” I said as Angie shot up 3 inches in height very suddenly. She wobbled and caught her balance, looking down and seeing that she was now wearing 3 inch wedge heels that were 2 sizes too big for her. Luckily, the ankle straps held her up as she slid and shifted her feet to stay upright.
Just like that, Angie was almost equal to me in height, just from our shoes…or rather her lack of them and then gaining mine.
I put my hands to my hips, they were straining at the tight shorts and my thighs felt pinched in them as well but those feelings were already easing up which led me to repeat myself “Am I getting smaller?”
“You have to” Angie said “And I have to grow” she played with the hem of her dress absent-mindedly.
“Mmpfh” I squirmed uncomfortably. My body just felt so weird as I tried to figure out a way out of this. Nothing came to mind as a new sensation hit me.
I noticed everything shift upwards around me. It kind of felt like my body was a balloon having the air let out of it or that I was going down a floor on a really fast moving elevator. I could sense something in my spine and legs. I set my feet and swayed but tried to stay still as I saw Angie rising up before me.
I looked to the ground, my mouth falling open again. Her feet, in my shoes, were planted firmly on the ground but she was rising up. She was lifting up. She was growing.
The ground swirled for a second as a bit of vertigo hit me. The ground was coming up, I looked up and looked directly into Angie’s blue eyes but only for a second and then, she was bigger than me.
Angela was taller than me now. It started out as just slightly taller but then it was a full inch; and then two inches.
She kept adjusting her eyes and dipping her chin. I watched her hair shift and fall forward and she kept looking down at me.
I was raising my chin up maintaining eye contact as the difference in our sizes continued to grow. “No” I finally said shaking my head as I shrank down smaller and smaller “I’m short” I said as I hit 5’2” and saw Angie stand up straighter as she hit 5’7”…5’10” in her heels.
“You’re as short as I was” Angie said excitedly “And I’m as tall as you used to be”
I could only nod.
“We swapped sizes! My body…it’s going to…it’s going to…”
“Turn into mine” I finished for her.
I put my hand out, my professionally manicured nails wavered slightly so I balled my hand into a fist and ran the pad of my thumb over the smooth nails one last time.
I was already short and skinny and getting even skinnier. I felt my biceps and triceps clench up to almost a flex and then, they simply eased up. I tried to tense up my arm muscles and simply didn’t feel as much muscle to move.
My arms were thinning down, they looked like toothpicks all the way down to my hands which now began to shrink down too.
My fingers slimmed and the skin tightened up with a youthful glow. I could see veins shifting and I flipped them over in time to see the lines on my palms shift too “Lifeline…heart line…fate lines…these are Angela’s hands…they’re my hands now. My life, my heart, my fate are Angela’s and hers are mine” I thought flipping my hands back over to watch my nails transform.
Being on TV meant having viewers obsess over every detail of me, including my hands. I had a light gray polish on my nails, which were all finely manicured out to a modest length.
My nails shrank back, some all the way, others having small, thin nails of different lengths. The polish darkened to red and lines and streaks and chips became visible. They obviously hadn’t been painted in about a week as my cuticles could be seen as well. I had the hands of a 14 year old girl.
Out of the sleeves of the sundress, I saw my arms on Angie. She had just gotten 10 years of steady workouts added to her. She splayed out her hands as they grew and changed. Her nails becoming my previously perfect ones, the manicured gray filling in every millimeter as her skin became pampered.
I felt a sudden spasm in my ribs as my chest and back came in even further slimming me down. My tiny bra still pinched and hurt but I felt my breasts perk up and knew they were about to change, vanish, and maybe disappear forever.
But even before that, a thought flashed through my mind “Do I have Angela’s heart and lungs now? I think I do”
My thought was interrupted by an unmistakable squeezing feeling in my chest.
“Oh!” Angie said “Oh wow!” I looked up. She was licking her lips and had a kind of distant look of pleasure on her face as her hands went to her growing breasts and massaged them as they filled up her hands and her dress.
Additional weight and size filled in as her breasts grew into perfectly round globes on her chest, her cleavage displayed in the sundress nicely.
She couldn’t help but smile. It was a look of satisfaction and approval, a sly and seductive curl of her lip matched with a narrowing of her eyes. She was getting everything she ever wanted.
The squeezing sensation was my breasts being molded down smaller and smaller. I could feel them pressing back into my chest, compacting down like molding clay. The 32B bra was becoming my size, my fit as my breasts changed into Angie’s breasts. They lost their roundness, their gravitas as they pulled up higher and tucked into the small brassiere.
My hands went to them and cupped the bottoms, lifting them gently taking in their reduced size and weight. My jaw dropped for what had to be the hundredth time already in this process. She had taken my chest and given me hers in return and the looks on our faces said it all.
“How could you do this to me?” I pleaded weakly.
“We agreed…you said this was okay. You wished for it too” Angie reminded me rather caustically as she continued to play with my…I mean, her breasts.
I heard my stomach growl and rumble at me. Angela’s must have too but the sounds all mingled together but both of us slapped our hands down to them at the same time.
I felt my stomach move beneath my fingers, skin and flesh sliding under my pressing hands as it changed shape, somehow getting even thinner than before. I had worked out constantly but I was no losing weight too fast.
I could see the subtle lines of Angie’s dress changing and shifting as her stomach became mine. It was flat and created a slender outline, one of uniformity down the front of her body.
Our hips had already shifted greatly when our heights had exchanged but now, they too began to shift into line. Mine came in narrower, my curves were going to be non-existent. I was going back to having the straighter lined body of a young teen as opposed to curves of a mature woman.
Once again, Angie’s dress lifted with her changing frame beneath it as her hips shifted up and outward, giving her my curves and hourglass outline.
She ran her hands over her accentuated hips and then they slid back. That smile I knew and recognized all too well returned to her face as her hands grabbed handfuls of flesh as she finally grew an ass.
Her growth was my loss, as was becoming the pattern of this swap. My round and plump ass deflated and went flat with barely any curve remaining.
As much as I wanted to keep my hands off of it, I couldn’t help myself and they roamed to my backside. I pressed and pinched whatever I could find, which wasn’t much. I grit my teeth, tasting the metallic tang in my mouth as I ran my tongue over the bitter and bumpy surface of my braces holding in a scream of frustration.
I could see Angie’s thighs begin to thicken. Her skinny little chicken legs began to gain weight, curve and roundness but then I saw her clamp them together and bring in knees in tight. She bent at the waist with a look of shock on her face.
It was just a split second later that I too bent over, my hands flying to my crotch as a warm wave passed through my body sending shivers up my spine and corkscrewing down my arms and legs.
My chest tensed up and I rolled forward and for a second thought I was going to vomit. A white hot line centered on my lower abdomen giving off an intense pulsating heat.
Angie was feeling it too. I could tell by the grimace on her face and just how hard she was pressing down too. “Oh My God” she huffed out in a harsh whisper.
Sweat broke out across my upper lip and forehead first, then across the back of my neck and the middle of my chest “Ah…Christ this hurts!” I said just before the pain began to pass into something different.
A tingling like I had never known rushed through me and then an urge to itch down the front of my pants. This was followed by warmth and wetness “Oh God!” I blushed bright red; I was getting wet.
I squinted my eyes and held my breath as I started to feel the most intimate part of my body change. Skin began to shift and slide and reform itself. A tightness gripped my vagina and labia, my clitoris hummed and burned hot.
I couldn’t hold my breath any longer. I let it out and began to pant and wheeze in hitching breaths as my body hiccupped and almost come to an orgasm despite not touching myself once.
Slowly, it began to fade like waves receding from a beach. I took longer breaths and forced myself to stand up and separate my legs.
“Hnngnh!” I heard Angie exclaim as she had tightened herself up into a ball. Her elbows tucked in, her knees together and her face an expression of restrained pain. She was breathing like she was in labor, quick ins and outs almost whistling.
Her transformation seemed to be taking longer “She’s getting more” my mind flatly told me. “Experience is hers now…not yours”
Her hands kneaded the pocket of skin just above where I knew all the action was concentrated until she let out a long hard sigh.
I could see her knees shake, her ankles wobbled and her whole body moved in a herky jerky motion standing back up straight to her full height. She swallowed hard and blushed, avoiding my eye for a second. She put her hand to her temple and got a serious look.
I tried to delve into my subconscious to figure out what she was feeling that was more than what I was. A slight smirk crossed her lips before she licked them. She blinked and her eyes darted back and forth.
She straightened up and put her shoulders back. Her eyes were different now than they were before. “Confidence” it hit me. “She has the look of someone who is confident, someone secure…someone mature. I don’t look like that anymore. If I look in a mirror, my eyes will show wonder and immaturity, not that…not that anymore”
“She’s taking more than my body now. She’s got that…now she’s taking more. My maturity, my confidence, my experiences, basically, my life” I realized. I tried to think of my past sexual encounters and my mind’s eye hit a brick wall. Nothing. They were gone. My thoughts on sex had changed, devolved somehow back to those of a 14 year old girl who had never even been kissed. “I know I’ve…” I said out loud.
“You know you’ve done what sweetie?” Angie asked with a devilish look in her eye. She shot me a glance that simply shut me down before shaking her head no “No…no you haven’t. Not anymore…”
“Uh!” escaped my lips sounding very much like a petulant child. I actually fought back the urge to cross my arms and stomp my foot. So I just stood there with a dumb look on my plain face; looking up at her in her smugness.
“It’s almost over” she told me.
I knew it was true as I felt the shorts fitting me better and better. I could see the curvy roundness of my thighs melting away. Thinner thighs with barely a curve remained once my changes moved further down which took my calves down skinnier as well.
Angela cocked her ankle out as she watched her claves plump up with firm curved muscle; the heels accentuating her legs even more as her ankles popped forward to catch a better grip on the straps around them.
I let out an exasperated sound somewhere between a sigh and a groan. My bare feet were all I had left of my original body “How did it come down to this?” I asked mostly to myself but loud enough for my niece to hear it.
“It’s been fun watching us switch bodies Aunt Marissa…it’s something I never thought possible”
“You?! Fun?! I…” I couldn’t think of another word so I just shook my head.
“Be careful with your words and what you wish could happen from now on…I always thought that was just idle chatter but now that this has happened and it’s real; I know I’ll never say I wish without thinking it through” Angela said with smugness in her voice directed to me.
“Yeah” I said sarcastically. “Honestly I was just trying to cheer you up; didn’t want my vulnerable and fragile little niece thinking bad about her body and her self-esteem so I went along with what you said…and this is what I get in return. Your life”
“I can’t thank you enough Aunt Marissa” she added in. I looked over and saw her feet beginning to grow. They plumped out and outward growing from a size 7 to my size 9. Small details began to appear and her toes began to lengthen and widen into mine. Her hastily painted red nails spread out, took on my pedicured form and took on my dark purple nail polish to top them off. I could see her toes fill in and slip into the well-worn toe grooves I had put in. Those slightly darker divots now held her toes perfectly as if it had been her all along.
My own feet shifted as they shrank. I felt the floor grip as my skin darkened, now uniform from head to toe. The purple shaded to red but less well done in the details. Chips and missed spots appeared on my shrinking nails atop my smaller toes. Two sizes smaller they shrank, just like everything else on me had shrank down. I lifted my toes as they slid and warped to their new size and shape, finally easing them down as it hit me that it was finished.
I just knew it. Something lifted off of me, a pressure lifted from the room. I look around, I took a cautious step, trying out my new feet and legs as I flipped my messy hair away from my face “Oh My God” I said “I’m really Angela”
I heard her clear her throat and saw her tap her foot “Yes. Yes you are”
I looked up to her eyes and saw the satisfaction in her eyes “And I’m now Marissa Morris…not you” she added leaning down a bit for emphasis “And you need to call me that from now on”
I dropped my eyes to the floor; my heart took off beating faster again. I felt pressure on myself, a creeping insecurity and compliance to listen to someone bigger and older than me. “It’s not right” my mind fought but it was a battle it was quickly losing. The next phase of our swap was taking over.
My mind swam and swirled in a white haze. I blinked and shook my head, my stomach growled again and I got an itch on the palm of my hand. Weird little details became important distracting me from the fact that nearly 20 years of knowledge were leaving me.
My memories swam up only to spin and shift and change into something different. I saw things so clearly for a split second from my life. My first day on air, my first day as a reporter at the smallest market station I could find, my college graduation, my dorm room, parties with friends, my high school graduation, prom, soccer fields, driver’s ed…
Now I saw braces getting put on, glasses being put on, my brother…no…my Dad lecturing me when I didn’t put my bike away. 8th grade graduation, sleepovers at my friends’ house, getting passed up by everyone while running on a soccer field, a vacation on a beach playing in the sand, kindergarten plays…
A dull ache settled in to the base of my neck and I spun my head trying to clear it.
“Oh Man” I said looking around.
Marissa was standing with her hands pressing against her temples, a look of concentration and pain on it but only for a moment before it cleared and she blinked her eyes open. She smiled and cocked her head ever so slightly to the right “Now…where were we?”