“Thank you very much for coming in today Mr. and Mrs. Hawkins, we have a lot to discuss about Michael” Abby Miller said shaking hands with the parents of her student.

“I know he can be a handful at times” Sarah Hawkins began.

“He’s an 8 year old boy; most of them are handfuls to be honest” Abby replied with a weary smile.

Michael squirmed in his seat; he hated being talked about. He looked around his classroom distractedly as his parents and his teacher talked.

He thought it was funny though that everyone was sitting in class chairs so he was the only one who fit in his seat; his Dad was really bent down with his knees up. Ms. Miller was used to sitting in these chairs but it still looked funny with her big legs and fancy shoes; her skirt always pulled back showing a lot of her legs Michael thought “She really is too big to sit like this”

Michael’s mind was still wandering when he heard his Mom say “Well Michael? Are you paying attention?”

“Huh!” Michael responded with his eyes wide.

“Michael is a daydreamer” Ms. Miller said smiling “But he needs to pay attention and listen a whole lot better than he’s been doing in class”

“I do listen!” Michael said “But nobody listens to me either!”

“We’ve talked about this; there’s a time to listen and a time to speak. When you’re in class, most of your time should be listening to your teacher” his Dad told him. “School isn’t the time for you to be talking, especially if you’re just going to make up silly stories. You need to be serious about your schoolwork, even at this age”

“Oh…his stories are quite interesting” Abby said “That kind of creativity and powerful imagination could serve him well in the future, especially in writing”

“Nobody believes me when I talk” Michael said. “It’s not fair!”

“Listen Michael, I understand but you have to put yourself in my place: I have 20 other students, I can’t just listen and pay attention to you” Abby said as sweetly as she possibly could “You have to put yourself in other people’s shoes sometimes. I wish you could understand what it’s like to be in front of a class like yours”

“I wish people would listen to me! I wish I was someone that people had to listen to” Michael said.

With those words an eerie silence descended on the room. Michael looked around; his parents were frozen in the middle of talking. No sound was coming from anywhere until he heard Ms. Miller’s chair scrapping across the ground as it slid backward.

“What the…?!” Ms. Miller said.

“What’s happening?” Michael said confused.

“I…I don’t know! I…Ah!” Abby felt her chair moving on its own. Mr. and Mrs. Hawkins were frozen, everything was frozen, a person walking by the door to her classroom had stopped mid-stride. To Abby, just her and Michael were still moving, but not entirely on their own.

Abby’s chair slid back until she was free of the small table that her legs were jammed under. Once free, she felt herself rising up to standing against her will.

Michael too was now standing up and looking around but only his head appeared to be able to swivel, the rest of him was ramrod straight, his arms tight at his sides.

Abby stood. At 5’9” she never had to worry about her students being taller than her. She wore her heels with pride anyway. Tonight, they were a black pair to go with her black skirt and pink blouse.

Michael felt his body tightening until he couldn’t move. He was looking straight ahead at Ms. Miller his teacher; everyone else was frozen but they were both standing now and she was so tall! He could still move his head around so he lifted his chin so he could look at her “Ms. Miller!”

Abby could now only move her head as well. Her own arms were locked at her side. She dropped her chin as much as she could trying to reassure Michael even though she was scared too “I don’t know what’s going on honey but it’s going to be ok” she said even as a new sensation hit her.

Much like how it felt to be made to stand up, now she felt her body lifting once again. “What the?!” she repeated as she now felt her feet stretch and strain against the tops of her heels. Her toes pointed and they came free and now, Abby was floating and rising up “OH MY GOD!”

She yelled because she didn’t know what else to do. She was floating over the ground rising several inches up, higher and higher.

Kicking with all her might she was able to move her bare feet a little bit. By the time she stopped, she was hovering above the tabletop.

Michael’s jaw dropped as his teacher rose off the ground in front of him. He had no idea what was happening but it was amazing to watch.

That was when it felt like hands reached under his arms and began to lift him up as well. A quick tug and his shoes untied and he not only left those behind on the ground, but his socks as well.

“What?!” Michael laughed as he rose up higher and higher until he was floating directly across from his teacher.

“Michael?!” Abby said seeing him rise up to her level. They were eye to eye above the table.

“Hi Ms. Miller! We’re flying!”

“This is nothing to joke about Michael…this is not natural! This shouldn’t be happening! I…what is…” Abby looked very confused and concerned suddenly as new sensations gripped her body. Tension built. Her shoulders felt pressure and her sides felt squeezed. It felt like someone was pressing on her arms and legs.

Michael began to laugh and giggle “It tickles!” he laughed as it felt like his hands and feet were being pulled at.

Abby looked over and down, Michael’s legs looked like they were getting stretched out. His toes looked lower than where he was at originally. His pants looked different too; darker and now loose on him and was he wearing a pink shirt? His shirt, which Abby thought was red looked pink.

“Whoa…I’m so confused!” Abby cried out.

“It’s okay” Michael said “We’ll figure this out”

Abby felt better just hearing the words until it hit her “Why am I being comforted by an 8 year old?! Why did that make me feel better?” she strained her eyes downward “Are my feet closer?! Am I getting smaller?!”

She continued to feel the pressure but her clothes felt tighter and tighter on her as well. “Michael?!”

Abby saw Michael’s face blurring. His features seemingly changing as she looked on. She wanted to rub her eyes but she couldn’t move her arms. She blinked hard, squeezing her eyes shut but when she opened them it was worse. Way worse.

“Ah!” she screamed seeing Michael. Michael’s facial features were looking very familiar to her and now that his hair began to grow out long and brown she realized what she was seeing.

“Michael! You! You look like you’re turning into me!”

Michael blinked but as he did, he saw Ms. Miller’s face looking different. She looked younger. She looked smaller. Her hair was pulling up and turning blonde too. “Whhhoooooaaaaa!” he let out long and slow.

“Do you realize what this means? You’re becoming me and then…OHMYGOD! I am shrinking! I’m turning into you! I can’t be you! I don’t want to be a little boy!!!!!” Abby screamed out.

“You’re starting to look like me Ms. Miller” Michael nodded and confirmed.

Abby’s nose had pulled back very small. Her eyes shrank, her lips, her chin, and her cheeks, even her ears all got smaller and smaller. She looked younger and younger. Her face reflecting now the face of an 8 year old boy. “Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” she cried out in an ever rising voice.

In a series of spasms, her body shrank. Her legs pulling up in spurts. Her arms shooting inward and her chest and back pulling ever inward.

All of her mature and female features were diminishing. Her breasts shrank back, her hips narrowed, her ass deflated down to nothing, the thighs thinned, her hands went down to nothing and her feet looked miniscule.

Abby’s clothes began to change on her diminishing frame. Her bra vanished, her panties became small underpants, her skirt tightened up into a pair a simple jeans and her pink blouse became a red under armor tee in boys’ size 8.

“Wait…” Michael said as his cheeks and chin spread out.

“If I’m you…” His jaw lifted and his lips plumped.

“Then everyone will listen to me…” his nose grew along with his ears.

“I’ll be the teacher…” his eyebrows and eyelashes filled out.

“I’ll be in charge…” his eyes darkened and grew large.

“I’ll be an adult!” his voice dropped to that of a mature female.

“This is going to be great!” His short blonde hair grew out into long wavy brown locks.

“No it’s not gonna be great!” Abby whined.

“Oh yes it is…Oh My GOD this feels amazing” Michael said as his body grew larger and taller. He looked down and saw his toes stretching out further away from him. His feet looked a lot bigger and his nails were painted red too.

His legs popped out, his thighs thickened, his hips expanded and his ass grew. As his body changed, his clothes did as well. His small jeans stretched out and lifted up exposing his lower legs, knees and part of his thighs as they turned into a short black skirt.

As his chest and back expanded, his arms grew long and strong and his hands got bigger and those too were topped off by red nails. “Oh my” he said as breasts grew out large and firm on his chest and he felt the bra strap onto him, encasing and supporting them as his tee shirt became a pink blouse.

Abby and Michael floated around each other in a semi-circle until they were on the opposite side of the table they had started on before they began to descend.

Michael’s toes pointed and he slipped easily into the black heels that were waiting for him.

Abby’s toes pointed and the socks slid up on over her small feet as they rocked down into the tiny sneakers that laced up as she hit the ground.

Time restarted. Michael’s parents were talking again.

“What! Hey! Listen to me!” Abby yelled and waved her arms frantically.

“Not now Michael!” His Mom said with a clear look “The adults are talking now”

“But I’m the adult! Michael and me we just switched places you gotta believe me!” Abby yelled bouncing up and down.

“See” Michael said slowly shaking his head, his long brown hair brushing “Tis type of interruption with wild outlandish stories. It’s fascinating but not conducive to good classroom environment”

“No! You gotta believe me cause it’s true! We lifted up and floated and, and, and he turned into me and turned into him and…” Abby rambled like a child.

“We will talk about this when we get home young man” His Dad said sternly “Now you have to be quiet. We’re listening to Ms. Miller talk now; not you”

“But!” Abby said.

“But nothing; quiet!”

Michael retook his seat smiling before continuing “As I was saying…”