Scene: A typical office setting. Cubicles in the front, offices in the back with windows to look out. Despite it being a large office, only 5 people are present, all occupied with their own tasks.

One woman sits in the back office, the boss while 4 others are spread out among the open work spaces.

End of the day, only two people remain in the office; Melissa, the boss and Daralay, one of her employees.

Melissa is 33 years old, 5’10” with long straight blonde hair, black glasses, dressed in a short black skirt, white blouse and black heels

Daralay is also 33 years old but the complete opposite of Melissa. Only 4’8” and of Asian descent. She has black hair and is wearing a black top, black skirt and black sandals on her tiny feet.

“It’s time to go home Melissa” Daralay said pushing the power button to her computer and pushing back away from her desk. Her chair rolled back on the thick plastic mat, turning her as it went.

“I’m just finishing up one last thing” Melissa said not looking up as she typed.

Dara made her way back to Melissa’s office and stood in the doorway. It was their custom to walk out to their cars together. “You’re always so busy”

Melissa smiled still focused on her screen “Well…that…is…what…it’s…like…hit send…” she looked up after concentrating on her typing and finished speaking “To be the boss”

“I don’t know if I could do it” Dara said shaking her head, her high ponytail shaking.

“Oh I’m sure you could if you had to” Melissa said. “I mean there’s some parts to my job you don’t know but only because it’s not part of your responsibilities”

“But you’ve got degrees and knowledge I don’t have” Dara said.

Melissa could only shrug “Well, that’s why we are where we are” she grabbed her purse from the cabinet on the back wall.

“Oh! Ooooo I just thought of something” Dara said smiling “What if…”

Melissa lifted her perfectly sculpted eyebrows

“What if our positions were reversed?” Dara said enthusiastically.

“So you would be the boss and I would be in your position?” Melissa said.

“Exactly!”

“Well that’s not too hard to imagine…I would think that most people imagine what it’s like in someone else’s shoes” Melissa said.

“Oh…I wasn’t even talking about that…you would never fit in my shoes”

“It’s just a figure of speech”

“Oh I know that…you just made me think of something completely different” Dara said looking way up at Melissa “Now that would be even harder to imagine…me being your size…if I looked like you!”

“And if I looked like you!” Melissa looked down to the short woman in front of her.

“That would be so crazy” Daralay said.

“You’re telling me…the world must look so different from your height”

“I’d love to get a chance to be tall like you…my genetics…no…not in the cards” Dara shook her head no “Still…if there WAS a way…”

Melissa smirked “It would certainly be interesting. Much easier for you to pass yourself off as the boss if you happened to look like me”

“Would you do it?” Dara asked suddenly, a light in her extremely dark eyes.

“Yeah…I would…I’m a curious type. I wouldn’t pass up the chance to get to see the world through someone else’s eyes”

Dara laughed.

“Since you asked, I’m guessing your answer was already yes” Melissa raised her brows again.

“And pass up my chance to look like the all American dream…Ha-ha…I would do it in a heartbeat” Dara confessed “I mean; your legs are longer than I am tall I think!” they both laughed.

A thought ran through both of their minds “What if?”

“What if I had been born into Dara’s circumstances?” Melissa thought as she adjusted her purse on her shoulder and shifted a bit in her high heels “What if I was her size? What if I looked like her…down to her tan skin, her dark eyes, black hair…her short little legs and her compact, busty chest?” She looked at Daralay who was looking back up at her “Could I do it? Could I be her? What if…this place would look huge to me! I’d be the size of a child…I’d have to look up to her if she were me”

Similar thoughts were running through Dara’s mind “What if I looked like Melissa? What if I sounded like Melissa…no accent, no looks from people thinking I may not even speak English. To be tall, blonde haired, blue eyed…so different! Maybe If I were her I would have her education. We’re the same age but because she has the degree, she gets the office and the money…might serve her well to spend some time out on the floor if she were me” She smiled a bit broader “And I’d get to look down on her and everyone else in the office! I’d be the tallest one here and I’d get to wear her fancy heels to make it even more noticeable!”

“It would certainly be quite a difference” Melissa said blushing just a bit.

Daralay caught the redness rising on Melissa’s cheeks and her jaw dropped a bit and she smiled wider “You are thinking about it!” she laughed and pointed “You totally want to be me…that is so funny!”

“Well you were the one who brought it up! Of course I’m going to think about it” Melissa said “Come on, let’s get out of here”

“Oh okay…shorty!” Dara laughed as Melissa walked past her.

“You would love that wouldn’t you?” Melissa said smiling “After your whole life being so short…I mean, you’ve said how bad you were teased in school and growing about how small you were. Then suddenly, boom! You’re on the complete opposite end of the spectrum and considered super tall for a woman”

“Exactly and it’s the complete opposite for you! I’m sure you were teased about being tall and now, you would go to super short…you’d get carded at stores and even like me, have managers come up from behind and ask ‘Is your Mom here…no kids allowed in the store by themselves’”

“Does that actually happen to you?” Melissa said in a shocked tone, her jaw dropping.

Dara nodded “Way too many times to count…it’s so…”

“Humiliating” Melissa finished for her.

“I was going to say embarrassing but yeah, same thing” Dara said.

“I know I’ve heard you talk about it, but this is the first time I honestly really thought about it”

“Because you’re picturing it as you that it’s happening to” Dara finished as Melissa nodded and let a smile spread over her lips.

“You know we’re both going to keep thinking about this now…we’ve gone too far talking about it tonight to just let it go and forget it” Dara added.

“Yep…I’m already thinking about how it would feel to have to go to either the petite section or even the kids section of Kohl’s” Melissa said.

“And where would I be shopping, big and tall!”

“Well sometimes for pants I go to the tall section” Melissa admitted laughing and running a hand down her thigh.

Dara just shook her head in mock disgust “Seriously…”

Melissa nodded.

“But you always dress so nice…I would love to have full access to your wardrobe” Dara added.

“Well you do too!” Melissa replied.

“But mine is so limited” Dara protested as a flash of blue light was seen off to the side of the office nearest the windows.

Melissa turned thinking that one of the computer monitors went blue but it wasn’t at monitor height, the blue was closer to the ceiling and in the shape of a glowing blue orb.

Dara had turned her head as well “What in the world is that?”

Melissa shook her head “I have no i…AH!” she was interrupted and let out a quick yelp as the orb suddenly shot straight for them.

Melissa threw her arm up over her eyes but Dara stood simply staring as the orb hurtled toward them.

Dara watched as the orb passed directly through Melissa’s chest and continued on toward her. She dropped her chin and watched as the orb passed through her in turn.

A slight tingle rippled through her body and then, while still looking down, she saw the orb come back through the front of her passing through from the back. It entered into Melissa’s back and shot out of the front of her chest and rocketed to the window. It hovered momentarily as Melissa lowered her arm.

In the blink of an eye, the orb vanished out the window rising off to the sky.

Melissa realized she was holding her breath and was staying frozen. She relaxed, her shoulders slumped and she took in a breath.

Dara too stood frozen but she blinked and began to say “What…?” just as she felt her shoulders begin to rise up and roll forward.

Dara felt like she was being pushed forward and her weight rolled until she was balancing on the balls of her feet.

Her stomach dropped, like a lead ball in the pit of it and her jaw felt tingly.

Melissa turned and faced Daralay. Confusion came over her and her brow furrowed as just as she came to a stop, it felt like her shoulders pulled back and her neck came out. Her stomach did a roll and she shivered all over

“Oh!” she said blinking and glancing around; something felt off but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

Dara’s eyes now shot back and forth “Something’s…something is not right” she said softly and slowly.

Melissa nodded “Yeah…I feel it too”

Both women froze as the overhead lights dimmed and glowed blue “What the…?” Dara said.

“AH!” Melissa let out a quick exclamation. Her hand went to her mouth and pressed down. She suddenly felt very nervous; her throat tightened and her nerves stood at the ready.

The blue lights blinked once and they both felt it. It couldn’t be put into words but both women just felt a fundamental shift in their bodies, but also something deeper; they felt it in their souls.

The blue lights pulsated and Daralay began to grow as Melissa began to shrink.

“What the?!” Melissa put her arms out in front of her and spread out her fingers. She shifted her legs a bit wider as well as her head went up and down surveying the room, and Dara, in front of her. “Aaahhh!”

Dara felt her skirt tighten and pop as it came above her knees “What the…?! Ooooohhhhhh am I?” she looked over at her boss and detected that the wide difference in their height was different. Not by much, but it wasn’t as much as what she was used to seeing and it hit her “It’s what we talked about Melissa! Somehow; we are changing! Exchanging heights at the least!”

“What?! No! That…that’s impossible!” Melissa shot back but she couldn’t deny what her eyes were seeing; Dara did look a bit larger and her clothes looked small and tight on her. Her sleeves were pulling up…and did she detect that her own skirt felt loose and, lower?

Melissa felt her stomach drop, it felt like she had just gone over the top of the hill on a rollercoaster. Her stomach just fluttered and held there as she felt her body begin to drop. Her muscles contracted involuntarily. She felt her neck and shoulders contract, once, twice, a third time and the cuffs of her sleeves brushed over the backs of her hands, covering them down to the start of her thumbs.

Melissa looked at the loose, large sleeves of her blouse “Oh shit” was all she said as she looked over at a now 5 foot tall Daralay standing before her.

Dara had grown 4 inches. Her top had come untucked and was rising up higher as her skirt grew tight. She grabbed for the zipper and pulled it down “I have to get out of my clothes before they rip right off of me” she said frantically trying to get the skirt off while pulling off her blouse over her head.

Melissa was a bit dumbfounded watching Dara basically strip down. That was only a momentary concern though as now that she was more exposed, she watched and could clearly see her growing bigger.

Dara’s sides and back rippled as she spun wrestling off her top. As she got ahold of her top and pulled it up, Melissa got a clear shot of Dara’s stomach and sides as they simply extended longer. She watched the process of a person physically adding 2 inches to their frame. She even saw her arms lengthen in kind, matching up and staying proportional.

Melissa’s jaw dropped; she was speechless as Dara now stopped and stared at her.

Dara did a double take. Taking her eyes off Melissa as she fought with her clothes had made her miss several inches exchanging between them. If not for Melissa’s heels, Dara thought that the two of them might be equal in height, halfway between a total reversal of their bodies.

Dara’s eyes dropped, she looked to Melissa’s feet. Her feet remained in her pair of black high heels but those heels no longer came close to fitting.

Melissa’s pinkish heels were now several inches forward from the backs of her shoes and slipping and sliding trying to stay in them.

Melissa could feel her unsteadiness as her toes jammed down into the ends of her shoes but even there, she felt them changing size and shape, still shrinking and constantly adjusting which kept her from moving much. She shuffled her feet together and with her narrower base, her skirt drooped and as she tried to save it, her sleeve came down and swallowed up her shrinking hand causing her to miss. Melissa’s black skirt dropped to the floor.

Melissa had dropped 7 inches in height in less than a minute; their changes were happening fast yet it also felt like it was in slow motion to the two of them. “Damn it” she mumbled in a frustrated voice. She flapped her arms, her sleeves fluttered and no signs of her fingers were seen. With a huffed sigh, she stepped clear of both her skirt and her heels.

Putting her bare feet on the tile floor, she turned to Dara just in time to see their true reversal.

Dara was standing still, her feet had grown larger than her tiny sandals and her heels had slid off the backs as did her sides and her toes had crept forward, growing longer and larger and dwarfing her shoes.

She watched Melissa’s frustration but then saw. Her jaw dropped as her boss went barefoot before her and matched her in height exactly.

“We are the same size” she said simply as she sized up the situation.

Melissa was speechless; her jaw worked up and down but no sound except a soft “Ah” managed to come out.

Then, Melissa shrank down shorter than Dara.

Dara felt another stretching sensation rippled across her body. She blinked and the next thing she knew; she was looking down at her boss; the woman who had formerly towered over a foot taller than her was now smaller than her “How can this be?” she muttered.

The feeling in the very pit of Melissa’s stomach somehow managed to deepen and intensify. A burning sensation added heat to her cheeks even as her stomach dropped again. She was smaller than Dara. A woman who had formerly barely come up to her breasts was no looking down at her from just a few feet away. She was trying to suppress it, but Melissa could see genuine joy in Dara’s eyes. “How can this be?” she muttered at the same time that Dara did.

Scanning each other up and down, now that they had passed each other, a new sense of change came over them. Both of their faces showed their recognition; they were not just going to change size, they were going to change everything with each other. A tingle rushed and rippled through and over both of them and they both witnessed the other begin to change in many more ways than just height.

Melissa gasped as she saw Dara’s hair flash out blonde streaks that quickly took over the black, growing it out longer and straighter as it did.

At the same time, Melissa felt a prickle break out over her scalp followed a tugging as her hair pulled up shorter.

Dara’s jaw dropped as she saw black streaks break out amongst Melissa’s blonde. The black moved like a wave from the center part line taking over both sides and bringing Melissa’s long hair from over her shoulders to sitting just above them; her own perfect high ponytail length.

Melissa’s pert little upturned nose flattened out as a more Asian look began to take hold on her face. Her face rounded, her cheeks rose up and her eyes darkened from blue to dark, dark brown.

Melissa’s black framed glasses were becoming more of a nuisance than a necessity. As her face changed and shrank down, the grew large and unwieldy, slipping off her ears and nose and as her eyes became Dara’s, she no longer needed them. She reached up and with her mittoned hands, slid them off, moving them to a nearby desktop.

Her lips thinned as her teeth shrank down and the whole bottom part of her face shifted. Her chin and jaw realigned as her neck compacted. Even her ears grew smaller making her dangling earrings look large and incompatible.

Earrings that had been chosen to highlight her long face and neck now hung down out of place on such a short and small woman. As even now, her height continued to diminish.

Melissa looked up, noticing that her chin continued to rise up, her eyes adjusting to Dara’s ever changing and higher face and eyes.

Dara’s lengthening arm and still growing and changing hand reached out and picked up the black frames of Melissa’s glasses. Her eyesight was weakening and blurring as her eyes became Melissa’s. She could no longer see all the details of Melissa’s changes and she quickly slid the glasses on.

Her nose was shifting out. Still very pert and petite, it gained a small upturn at the end and her round cheeks became sleeker and longer. Her lips plumped and her teeth grew larger to fit her larger face and frame.

Her chin came down to more of a point, making her face heart shaped as opposed to simply round. Her jawline strengthened and became more angular as well as her eyes lightened from her own dark brown to sky blue.

Her ears lengthened, her neck elongated creating an elegant line as she grew up past 5’6”. Her brow and forehead widened and her eyebrows lightened as well.

Dara shook her head and her long blonde hair swept over her shoulders.

Melissa was standing just a mere 5’ tall. She looked up half a foot to Dara now, a strangled “Cah!” escaped her lips seeing Dara’s body change into a lean, athletic, some would even say skinny build.

Her eyes traced downward, the floor looked so close, her feet and toes looked so tiny, her legs were stubby and thicker as they compressed. Her blouse hung down to nearly her knees but her breasts were now growing bustier underneath and stretching out her 34B bra: The 34 part felt loose but the B part felt very tight.

Her bra straps slipped off her shoulders and down to her upper arms, which felt fuller, but her breasts were growing larger and filling up her cups to the point of spilling out. She did a shimmy and adjustment as best she could with her limited dexterity.

“Oh…yeah…I wear a size 30E bra…thought I should mention it since I saw you fidgeting with it” Dara said.

“Good to know what I’m…getting…becoming…I don’t know…” Melissa said, her words halting a bit as the first slight traces of an accent came into her speech pattern.

Dara’s own chest was slimming down, her breasts pulling up and back, shrinking down but remaining pert. Her long and lean torso showed really no sign of fat anywhere as she now stood an impressive 5’8”

Her eyes ran down over her flat stomach to her super long, lean and trim legs all the way down to her big feet and long toes. Out of the corner of her eye she could still see Melissa. Her hands had gone to her hips as they spread outward and Dara’s own eyes flittered over as she could see her rear increase in roundness and prominence.

Dara’s long fingers reached behind her, slowly outlining her tighter and smaller ass, still rising up. Her mind was racing trying to catalog and catch up to all of her own changes as well as Melissa’s.

Melissa caught herself holding her breath. She forced herself to breathe out and in, ragged as they were, they helped her focus as she felt her body contracting and constricting inward. She could also feel like it was slowing down, which meant it was getting close to be complete.

Her stomach was settling; one last dip rocked it and then, she was able to take a deep breath and she shivered all over; her tiny body wracking for a few seconds before she straightened up. The odd sensation that had been just hanging on her was gone. She looked up and saw that the office lights had gone back to their usual fluorescent glow.

Dara felt her abdominal muscles ripple and she lurched a bit forward, her shoulders rose up in tension then, they eased. All her muscles which had been tensed up, began to relax. It just felt like a weight lifted off her shoulders and she let out a long low breath through pursed lips. She blinked as the lights came back up.

“Oh…oh wow” Dara said in a voice that was not what she was sued to hearing come out of her said. She took a cautionary step backwards.

Dara was looking up and let her eyes drift to Dara. “Wow…you’re…”

“Big?” Dara said.

Melissa nodded slowly, “I was going to say you’re me but yeah…I had no idea how I looked to you”

“Well now you do know” Dara said.

“I don’t know if I like this…it’s so strange…You…” Melissa stammered.

“Well it’s not all about you for one thing” Dara said feeling stronger and more confident than ever before in her life “And by that I simply mean, we have no idea what just happened and caused this, let alone if, when or how it could be reversed”

“It was that blue orb” Melissa replied pointing at the window “It flew in here and through us and obviously that’s what made us switch bodies!”

“Yeah, I know that much but where did it go and is it coming back?” Dara said folding her arms over her chest and ill-fitting bra.

“But…” Melissa felt overwhelmed. Overwhelmed and small. “I wish we would have never even talked about this” she said softly.

Dara held back a smirk as best as she could “Look” she said as she began to take off her bra “Let’s just change clothes first of all and then, we can, sit down and talk this out and see what we can do from here okay”

Melissa bit the inside of her lip but nodded “I can’t just stand here like this forever” she said as she struggled to get her hands free enough to unbutton her blouse. Her stubby fingers finally got free and she managed to unbutton two of them which was necessary to get her chest free.

She pulled the huge blouse off over her head and shook out her hair. She paused to run her fingers through it “It feels thicker”

“It probably is…mine feels a lot lighter now even though it’s longer” Dara said waiting patiently standing slightly off center to protect her nakedness.

Now a bit of Dara’s natural frankness came out of Melissa. She was taking off her bra and panties when she scoffed “You don’t have to try to hide yourself…I do know what you look like you know”

“Well…it’s still new to me I guess” Dara said feeling a redness to her cheeks rising up. But she quickly took the panties and stepped into them, barely pausing before hooking her bra around her lanky torso.

She felt better at that moment, a bit more at ease as she picked up the white blouse and unbuttoned the rest of the buttons. She put it up on her shoulders and cleared her hair out of the way before rebuttoning.

Melissa shook her head seeing Dara’s bra in her hands.

“Small women get odd fits” Daralay pointed out “It’s hard to shop for and find that size just in the store. Online…”

Melissa slipped the small black top on over her head and pulled the skirt up “I’m so tiny” she reiterated upon seeing her legs in the skirt. She put her ankles and feet together and looked down “So close” she said before looking up and seeing that Dara had added the skirt and was just about to slip her feet into the heels which would take her up to an even 6’.

Dara tucked in her blouse and lifted her right foot “Does that say I’m a size 10?!” she said as she worked her foot into the heel, placing her toes in the end and having to give a quick heel adjustment to get the back of her foot in.

“It certainly does” Melissa said seeing Dara rise up as she put on the left shoe.

Dara shimmied her shoulders and fluffed out her hair. She looked perfectly put together. She looked down; way down to the diminutive person in front of her. She smiled a bit as she easily crossed back across the floor flawlessly in her heels taking long, natural strides and took a seat at one of the empty desks. She crossed her legs demurely “So…”

Melissa experienced a sensation entirely new to her as she watched what she knew was her body walk across the room in front of her. Seeing this nearly broker her brain. “So this is what an out of body experience feels like” she mumbled.

“In a way…trippy right?” Dara said watching Melissa make her way over to her.

Melissa began to walk “Everything feels so weird and different…I don’t walk like this…I’ve never walked like this…my legs are soooooo short! I can’t…how am I supposed to get anywhere?” she grumbled the whole time she walked her way to a chair across from the leggy Daralay.

Melissa sat but had no way to cross her legs so she simply put her feet up on the bottom roller of the chair and leaned forward.

“Well we talked about what it would be like if we switched places. We both said we’d be willing to do; curious about what it would be like” Dara said casually.

“Yes, but that was just talk…I didn’t think it would actually come to be” Melissa replied.

“Be that as it may…it happened” Dara nodded to emphasize her point “And here we are. I’m you and you’re me. For all intents and purposes, we’ve switched not only bodies but inevitably, we have to switch lives now, so how do we go forward”

“But I can’t be you and you can’t be me. I still feel like me…I’m still Melissa even if I look like you. I don’t know your family or friends. I could probably do your job and you could probably do mine but everything else…I don’t think I can do it” Melissa said before adding in the fateful “I wish I could just, you know, just know everything that you know”

“That would make it easier” Dara added noticing the long dangly earrings still hanging from Melissa’s ears. “Hey…could we…?” she pointed to Melissa’s ears as she tapped on her own small studs “Those need to change too, can’t give away our secret with something small”

Melissa quickly took out her earrings and passed them over, taking Dara’s small studs in return. She placed them on the desk though as she pulled her hair up into a high ponytail like the one Dara always wore “I see why you wear it like this…itches my neck when I leave it down” she said as she put in the new earrings”

Dara gave her a knowing smile and look “I wish it was just that easy…like switching these earrings that we could switch more than just our physical appearances. As amazing as it was getting to now look like you, like you said, it’s just a façade without the deeper knowledge”

Out of the corner of their eyes, a blue light appeared.

“What the?! It’s back!” Melissa yelled jumping up.

Dara stood up slower, her mouth opening. This time the orb remained high up at the ceiling where it raced back and forth in a blur. The overhead lights dimmed again and pulsated low blue light.

“What’s happening…it’s different!” Melissa said watching.

“I don’t know” Dara admitted “I don’t know what that thing’s up to”

“But it came back…” Melissa said as the blue light flashed so bright that they both had to shield their eyes.

“Ah!” Melissa exclaimed.

“Ah!” Dara echoed.

The blue light filled the room, intense and blinding as the two of them crumpled to the floor.

The light faded, normal conditions returned…Dara lay on her left side, her arm beneath her head. Melissa on her right side, her right arm beneath her head; an unlikely mirror image…

“Ugh…” Melissa stirred first. She sat up rubbing at her head. She propped herself up with her right hand, her fingers splayed out and pressed against the tightly wound carpet. She pinched the bridge of her nose between her eyes. Her first thought was “Where are my glasses?”

Blinking she opened her eyes against the light.

Everything made sense and absolutely nothing made sense all at once.

“Why am I seeing myself lying across from me?” said a familiar voice in her head, a flat Midwestern accented voice, she had known all her adult life…

“That’s not you silly, that’s the old you…you don’t look like that anymore” a second voice layered immediately over the first, slightly Laotian in accent came in confidently, dismissing the first voice and first thought.

“Yes it is!” the first voice demanded in a petulant tone.

“No…think about it” the second voice said in a calming tone as Melissa sat up. She shifted her short legs pulling them around to in front of her.

“The orb…” both voices combined to make a united voice.

The 2 voices continued on as she saw the figure across from her begin to stir. A heel clad foot moved. She twitched and her eyes fluttered as a moan emerged from deep inside the long, lean body.

“The orb…” the harmonious voices said and Melissa closed her eyes. Everything came to her. Every detail of her life. Her life as Daralay. She could see everything, remember everything as if it was her who had experienced it. She reached out trying to grab a Melissa memory, they were as vague and as tangible as smoke. She knew she had experienced them but they were no longer fully formed in her mind.

“College!” the first voice said over the second.

“You never went…your family couldn’t afford it…immigrant parents…you know this…” the second voice overlaid.

Melissa strained to remember the day she had been promoted; she saw it…but from a different perspective…sitting at her cubicle desk and chair as the CEO stood by the windows with the tall blonde she now saw across from her standing at his side.

“You are Daralay” the second voice said filling her head. The first voice didn’t respond, couldn’t respond. All further thoughts came through in the accented tone she now knew as her own.

Melissa sat up blinking and rubbing her head with her right hand as her left was helping her to sit up. It took her a long time to feel like her top half was upright; she still kept her eyes shut but now she used the back of her hand to lift her glasses so she could rub her eyes and pinch the bridge of her nose.

She took in a deep breath through her nose. She held it concentrating on the now. She felt her silk blouse cling as she inhaled deeply, she felt her skirt pull across her thighs, she could sense the weight of her shoes on her feet as she shifted to a more upright position.

Lights were on; she felt the rough carpet and wondered “Why am I on the ground?” in a voice that sounded like two voices speaking as one in her head.

“Oh” the voices said in harmony as the memory of the blue light came to her.

“I am Melissa” a flat sounding Midwestern voice said as she opened her eyes.

Her feet came into view first but only barely before she could see her entire long and shapely legs, her skirt stopped at her knees and her white blouse was beneath her in her peripheral vision.

“Huh” she said out loud, almost causing her to jump. She dropped her chin, her long blonde hair fell into her vision as she let out a soft chuckle.

“Are you alright Melissa?”

Melissa blinked hearing the slightly accented voice speak from a few feet away.

“Yeah Dar…I am…how about you? Are you okay?” she replied making her way first to her knees, grabbing the desk and lifting herself up to her feet. She turned.

Melissa looked down into the smiling face of Daralay who nodded.

Melissa could only nod back “Yeah…”

“I’m okay” Daralay responded looking way up to the blue eyes of her boss.