March 5th, 1990

"So you finally saw Hunt for Red October...

Aw shit man...I forgot my Biology folder" I said to my friend Dave who I was walking home with. We were already about 2 blocks from school when I realized it.

"I very got a test in Mr. Reeder's class tomorrow, I've got to go back" I said.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Dave asked.

"Nah, it's cold enough out here, you can go ahead" I sighed "I'll head back, I'm the dumb ass who left it"

"Cool...I'll call you later tonight after my sister gets off the phone, so it'll be after 8 when she watches Designing Women and Murphy Brown"

"Don’t forget to bring that X-men comic you were talking about tomorrow either" I reminded him. "You already have my copy of 2000 A.D. for Judge Dredd"

"Yeah I know, I won't forget" Dave replied as he headed off.

It was cold and windy but sunny as I turned around. I had my Sony Walkman in the pocket of my Jean jacket. I hoped the batteries would hold out. I adjusted the bar for my headphones. The orange foam covers were starting to rip like always and they never really protected anything, they still scratched at my ears.

Escapade by Janet Jackson was on, Angela by Aerosmith came on after it. Then Hold On by Wilson Phillips as I got back to the school.

I checked my Swatch watch and saw it was 3:15. We had been out 20 minutes but the halls were already deserted.

I went past the offices and the library and cafeteria, up the stairs and down the math hall on the 2nd floor.

My locker was at the very end of the hall and I was going to go past Mrs. Bonnetta's classroom on the right hand side.

I had Mrs. Bonnetta for Geometry 3rd period and I had to admit, I had a weird crush on her.

Being 15, 6'3", 160 pounds, with braces and only hair, I couldn't get the attention of any girls in my own class so I had to daydream about whoever caught my attention.

Mrs. Bonnetta had my attention even though she was my parents' age. She reminded me of the actress in Die Hard that played Bruce Willis' wife, Bonnie Bedelia.

My deep dark secret though was that I didn't want to be with Mrs. Bonnetta; I wanted to be her.

Even though I considered myself very straight and only attracted to women, I often dreamt about transforming into a woman. Either into a female version of myself or into someone like Mrs. Bonnetta.

Mrs. Bonnetta, her first name was Suzanne, a teacher's first name was something I had to really search for, had stirred something in me.

She was in her early to mid 40s. She had a picture of her son on her desk and he was in a Marine uniform so he had to be over 18.

Her hair was an auburn brown and permed curly. She wore glasses and had brown eyes. Her teeth were slightly crooked but she had an overall attractive face.

She was slender and wore skirts and heels most days. Maybe that was what had originally caught my attention, she had nice legs and pretty feet. She often wore a pair of open toed tan heels and yes, I often watched those instead of the blackboard or the pull down screen when she did diagrams on the overhead projector.

I just gave her classroom a quick sideways glance as I got there fully planning on just going by and not breaking my stride. But when I got there, I had to stop.

Mrs. Bonnetta was at the board on her tiptoes reaching over the top of the board.

She was straining; she gave a little hop, her fingertips swiping.

She gave a little grunt of frustration as she reached again, this time just on her right foot as her left went up behind her "Gosh darn it"

"Do you need some help Mrs. Bonnetta?" I asked making her jump.

"Oh my gosh!" She turned toward me in the doorway. I had stopped upon seeing her struggling. "Hey Matt! Yes! You are actually exactly what I need right now" she laughed and put her hands on her hips.

"I need your height. When I put up my screen, the cord flipped up behind it and I cannot reach it. But seeing that you're a foot taller than me...can you reach up there and untangle it for me?"

"Sure!" I smiled and laughed. Being gangly could I guess come in handy for something I thought.

"Oh thank you so much...I really didn't want to have to pull a desk over here and climb up on it" Suzanne said.

"Hey no problem, glad I could help" I replied as I easily flipped the cord back over and I made sure it lay down over the top of the board easily in her reach.

I blushed and smiled looking down ever so quickly and getting a good look at her toes.

She was wearing my favorite outfit of hers; a red sweater, a tan knee length skirt, and those favorite open toed heels.

The thought hit me right there and then, "What if Mrs. Bonnetta and I switched places?"

I felt the wave of excitement push through me and I could feel heat in my cheeks and on the back of my neck.

Mrs. Bonnetta turned on her heel and stepped to her desk "I wanted to ask you something" she said with her back turned to me. My eyes scanned up and down, taking her in, hearing her heels click on the tile floor.

"I found this on the floor after 3rd period. I wondered if you knew who it belonged to?"

Mrs. Bonnetta smiled as she turned around. Her eyebrows went up as she spun a Bart Simpson Keychain around her right index finger.

I chuckled, I was wearing a Simpsons T-shirt at that moment "No, I've never seen that before" I said, shaking my head.

Inside my head "God! She is so cute! I so wish I could switch bodies with her!" Flashed through as she spun her finger faster; fast enough for the Keychain to spin up and fly off.

I saw the shock on her face even as I saw Bart fly at my chest.

It was in slow motion. As I saw the spiky yellow figure come at me, I saw Mrs. Bonnetta's jaw drop and her eyes widened behind her big glasses. As it hit me, her hands came up to her mouth and she gave a little jump.

"OHMYGOSH Matt! Hahaha...I am soooooo sorry!" She was laughing and covering her mouth.

I laughed too "Wow...just cause I don’t know who's it is doesn't mean you have to throw it at me haha"

As she continued to laugh and apologize, I crouched down and picked it up.

Of course in my mind, I was in heaven. I was literally inches away from her feet. Being the weird horny dork that I was, my eyes went right there.

I could see every up close and personal detail. The slight areas near her big toenails where the skin was whiter. The exact length of every nail, the shape of those toes. But I couldn't linger and give myself up as a creep so I picked Bart up and stood back up.

My eyes were on her as I rose up.

Her calves, her knees, the cut of the skirt and the outline of her thighs beneath.

Her midsection. A slight bulge under the sweater of a small belly, her breasts, but I quickly went up to make eye contact where I smiled looking down into her small, heart shaped face.

I held my hand out and she reached over to grab Bart out of my hand.

As I felt the tips of her fingers touch the palm of my hand, I felt like I could burst. "Please switch us!" My mind cried out "What if I were her?"

Our eyes met and she gave me a warm and sincere smile looking up at me. Both of us were slightly embarrassed and she chucklednervouslyand I could tell she shuffled her feet ``I wish I could switch places with you. I wish it more than anything I have ever wanted anything before" my mind pleaded, yearned, stretched out, reaching for it.

Then I saw it. I could feel it. A definite pulling sensation. I felt my heart skip a beat, a heat hit my stomach.

I saw Mrs. Bonnetta blink and her brow furrowed, a look of confusion on her face. She shivered from head to toe, her shoulders shuddered, I saw her hair flutter and she adjusted her glasses "Matt?" She said my name as a question, she sounded confused, doubtful?

She shivered again and again as I got warmer and warmer. My hands went to my hips and I blew out through pursed lips as I felt heat coming off my face.

"Are you feeling this?" She asked me "something...somethings not right" she said, doubt in her voice.

"Yeah, um...i…" I stuttered.

Mrs. Bonnetta jumped and stared straight down to her feet "What. The…"

I looked down too to see her toes stretching out. They were now past the ends of her shoes but being open toed, they were free to grow. "What’s going on?" She bent and deftly undid the buckles for the ankle straps on her heels. I saw the straps fall away and watched her slip her growing, her somehow changing feet back out from underneath the straps.

Suzanne stepped free putting her bare feet down on the cold tile. "Oh! Oh my gosh...my feet feel like they're moving! They're sliding! I can feel them sliding against the floor! Are they…? Are they growing?!"

My jaw dropped watching.

"Am I seeing this?!" Mrs. Bonnetta called out as her feet were definitely getting bigger. Her heels were pushing backwards, her sides pushed out, her toes were growing longer and larger as the skin paled.

Her mouth contorted, her eyes bulged in shock. She lifted her toes and spread them apart "What am I looking at? Those don't look like my feet! But...but I'm moving them!"

My mouth felt like it was filled with glue. I couldn't speak but yet, I recognized what was going on; I just couldn't believe it. Mrs. Bonnetta's feet looked like mine. I had just watched as her feet had turned into mine.

I knew the feet that I was seeing out in the open below us. "Is it?! Could it actually be?! Could my wish actually be coming true?!"

The heat coming off of me was so intense. Saliva filled my mouth, my heart was pounding in my chest.

"Ah!" Mrs. Bonnetta let out an exasperated sound as I stood perfectly still. I was searching for any sign of movement in my own body.

"Matt?! Do you see this?!"

I swallowed hard and forced myself to talk. "I'm seeing it but I don't believe it" I mumbled mealy mouthed.

Then, my heart stopped. I swear it stopped as I felt my own feet twitch.

A quick spasm across the balls of my feet must have been an initial shrinking.

I felt my toes involuntarily lift inside my socks and my size 13 white puffy Reebok Hightops. They were untied so I quickly and easily kicked them off.

Suzanne jumped back at my sudden flurry of movement. My shoes flew a few feet away in different directions. I was trying to get my socks off using my feet but I was getting clumsy due to my pure excitement and adrenaline.

I stepped on them to get them loose but then reached down and yanked them off, I had to see my feet. They were numb now.

I gasped.

Suzanne's eyes went as wide open as they could go.

I put my feet flat on the ground. My toes twitched and tapped as I shuffled and set my feet.

They were moving. They were moving in upon themselves. They were shrinking.

My heels pulled in, I could feel them, the tile rubbing them as they shrank down and in.

The skin grew rougher there as the sides of my feet now slid against the ground.

That same spasm hit the balls of my feet again and my toes lifted. I held them up and spread them apart and my toes physically began to change in Mrs. Bonnetta's toes.

I had stolen so many looks at her feet. Every chance I had over the last 7 months; I knew what I was seeing.

My toes were pulling back, getting smaller and smaller. The nails atop them were shifting, changing size and shape. My toes were her toes. My feet were her feet. Somehow we had physically swapped feet with each other.

It honestly could have stopped right there and I would have been happy.

I had a pair of women's feet! From my big and clumsy size 13s down to a pair of women's size 7 ½ and they felt perfectly natural to me, like they really were my own.

"Matt! I…" she said

"Mrs. Bonnetta!" I replied.

I felt a little passage of something between us and it was just our feet that were growing and shrinking; it was us, all of us.

Mrs. Bonnetta felt it. She froze up and held herself stiff, still and tight. Her jaw dropped initially but she quickly closed it and pursed her lips tight.

Our eyes were locked so we both had to adjust our sight lines.

I felt my leg muscles tighten and twist down. My back and arms locked and I shrank down an inch in height.

Suzanne shook out her arms and looked down as she began to grow. Starting at 5'4"; the height she had been for 30 years, she now stood 5'5".

She gasped and stared up at me. She locked her knees back. I saw her thigh muscles tightening up beneath her skirt but I could also see her calves lengthen.

They were stretching out, physically lifting her up. My erection was throbbed. I was so excited.

"Whoa!" She threw her arms out and braced herself like she was experiencing an earthquake; shifting her huge feet to balance herself.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...what the? What's happening to me?"

Suzanne trained down her arms as they elongated. She jerked as a spurt took her up to 5'6".

I just shook my head quickly; I couldn't speak. I was down to 6'1 and I could feel a steady squeeze on all my muscles. They were shortening down, contracting and shrinking me down.

"Mrs. Bonnetta" I spit out. She had a pained look on her face as she raised up her left shoulder, rolled over to raising up her right shoulder as she rose up to 5'7"

I shrank to 6'. 11 inches in height difference was down to 5 inches.

She shook her head no and reached behind her back. 8 saw her skirt loosen, then drop as she unzipped it and let it go to prevent it tearing.

It had already lifted to above her knees.

My eyes bulged now as I got a look at something I had not yet seen, Mrs. Bonnetta's thighs. Her full legs out in the open, her panties, I was so close. I saw the bottom curve of her ass cheeks.

The nude panties, I studied the skin tone, small bumps, stretch marks, color variations. My eyes trying to take everything in, my mind overloading.

"I'm so sorry Matt! I don't understand what's going on but I thought I was going to rip right out of my clothes" Mrs. Bonnetta said, grabbing the bottom of her sweater and lifting it up and off.

I swallowed the gasp that came up. Now I really couldn't believe what I was seeing. She was now in just her bra and panties.

I saw her stomach, fully bare, out there on display.

She didn't have much of a belly but it was soft. I noticed her belly button, the depth of it, the line going up and down.

Her bra was cream colored and utilitarian. Nothing sexy about it, probably bought at Sears or Penny's but I saw her cleavage, the inside curve of her breasts. The way the skin at the top of her chest was a bit darker and rougher. A mole sat atop the top of her left breast, inside knowledge. "I am so sorry but...but I just don't understand" she said, continuing to grow.

"I, uh, I…" I shrugged, just unable to say much.

Sue crept up to 5'8" and I slipped down to 5'11".

I was skinny. I had gone through a growth spurt of height and my weight didn't, couldn't keep up so I was only around 150 pounds.

My Simpsons T-shirt fluttered a bit as it now grew longer on me. My Levi jeans were a 31 36, tall and skinny. They were pooling over my tiny feet, engulfing them as my legs shrank. Another fold of them drooped down and covered my small toes. I lifted them but only saw denim move.

"Ah!"

I heard Sue exclamations and I looked back up "What?!"

"Hhhngn!" She waved her hands and arms in a panic now, gesturing as we looked at each other directly eye to eye.

"Oh...OH!" I replied realizing how close we were in height. She was up to 5'9" while I was down to 5'10". "We're switching heights! You're growing and I'm shrinking " I finally spit out.

Mrs. Bonnetta's eyes widened seeing it as she finally heard what she was thinking.

Then, our heights reversed and Mrs. Bonnetta was taller than me.

The tops of our heads went perfectly level. We looked each other directly in the eye and then, just like that, her eyes rose higher than mine.

Mrs. Bonnetta was up to 5'10" and I was down to 5'9". I was now shorter than my teacher. A Woman who just a few moments earlier was nearly a foot shorter than me. I was looking up to her. She was taller than me, and she was still growing.

"Don’t scream. Don't scream. You'll figure it out…" Suzanne said and she tapped her foot and hummed nervously as she continued rising up to 5'11" as I shrunk down to 5'8".

Our gap was increasing, growing wider in the opposite direction.

Suzanne's stomach was smoothing out as her torso lengthened. Her legs looked super long. My erection throbbed even harder. I was about to burst. I could feel an ejaculation coming up, I couldn't help it.

She shook her head "This can't be happening.  This can't be real" she said as her chest jerked and popped as she grew to 6' tall.

I couldn't believe how small I felt next to her. I was at 5'7" and still had more to go. 5 inches now between us would eventually become 11 again but in the opposite direction. I would soon be nearly a foot shorter than Mrs. Bonnetta. We couldn't stop now. We'd both be freaks.

"Matt, I think we're switching bodies like in that Vice Versa movie," Sue said. "This isn't going to end until I'm you and you've turned into me! Like Freaky Friday…" she looked at me but the expression on my face had to be just dumb.

"Mmnn!" She let out an annoyed grunt and rolled her shoulders again going up to 6'1"

"I don't know...I mean, you look huge to me Mrs. Bonnetta. I look so short next to you. I feel so short" I shrank down to 5'6"

She looked down at me, towering over me. She looked to examine my face. My puberty pimple riddled, braces wearing, very much in transition face. "I can’t be a 15 year old boy anymore than you can be a 43 year old woman!"

She put her hands up to her face and she pressed down on her cheeks raising up to 6'2" "You wouldn't know the first thing about being me!"

I had to agree. I had wanted to be her so badly but I had never really thought about what I would do even 5 minutes after we had switched.

I couldn't drive. I was barely a B student I'm her class, so I couldn't teach it. I'd be married to a man. A man who expected things from his wife. A woman who had been his wife for probably at least 20 years!

Details and problems with my wish were obvious and now very possibly very real for me.

But I was going to be a woman. I was really turning into Mrs. Bonnetta. I was becoming her. Inch by inch, pound by pound, feature by feature. My body was changing into hers and hers was turning into mine.

Finally though, our heights reached their new destinations and stopped changing. Suzanne was now 6'3" and I was 5'4". Would I ever regain that height? Would this now be my permanent height? 5'4"? Average height for a woman. Did she say 43? Was I going to be in my early 40s? Apparently I was. I will be born in 1947 or 46…

I snapped out my little trance. The top of my head was at Mrs. Bonnetta's chin. I just hoped she wouldn't ask me if I knew anything about this; that we could just chalk it up as some weird twist of fate.

I looked down, I couldn't help myself looking at her breasts in that now tighter bra. I was right there. After swapping heights, her chest was so much closer to me and it was heaving as she took in deep breaths trying to calm herself.

I could see her shaking, her muscles trembling and twitching trying to maintain control. The shaking wasn't overt, but the stress was there.

Swiftly, she stuck her right leg out. I felt a tickling sensation on my legs but I was looking at hers.

The tickling was on my calves and my inner thighs. I wanted to see. I wanted to take off my jeans so badly but, I was also afraid that my dick, once out, would just go off or pop out. It strained against the button fly of my 501s.

I held my breath watching black hairs explode out of Mrs. Bonnetta's calves and up on her thighs.

"Ah!" She yipped out and jumped again. She bent and rubbed her left calf vigorously feeling the out of place thick black leg hair.

I couldn't take it any longer. I started unbuttoning my fly.

Yes, the head of my penis popped out immediately as it was sticking up over the top of the waistband of my briefs.

I couldn't call them tighty whities because they were blue. I had gym class 1st period and had to change into the school issued short shorts necessitating my choice of underwear.

I'm sure Mrs. Bonnetta saw it, it was blatantly obvious,  throbbing and red as I dropped my jeans to the ground and struggled to step free of them.

My tiny, feminine feet were free and now, my legs were much shorter, completely hair free and smooth.

My jaw unhinged again. I could feel tears in my eyes. I was so overwhelmed and nervous.

My calf muscles began to bubble. Like a pulsation passed through my lower legs starting at my ankles and moved upward.

My ankles trimmed down and the skin darkened a shade to match the color of my feet.

The boxy muscles relaxed and rounded into soft, feminine curves as the smooth skin there tanned as well. My legs were becoming hers.

I was fully aware of the differences already. My feet simply felt smaller and tighter. Having less surface to touch the cold tile floor. My calves felt lighter. Now my knees popped and locked back causing me to jerk back. A slight, dull pain settled into the right knee and I rubbed it instinctively, feeling my knee cap move around as I did.

I could see Mrs. Bonnetta's legs changing too. They were growing paler. Long, pale, hairy, skinny and boxy with long ropy muscles.

I felt her eyes on me, looking down on me.

She snorted out a quick "sssnt" then cleared her throat "We will figure this out Matt. We'll figure out why...why this is happening and, and then, we will figure out a way to reverse it. To...to switch us back" she added an unconvincing nervous laugh at the end as she fluttered her hands about before uncomfortably putting them on her hips.

"It's okay" I replied in a very shaky voice which caused her to let out a quick but very loud laugh and her right hand shot to her mouth.

"Sorry...I'm sorry but...it’s not okay"

"I can’t think of anything else to say" I admitted and she just nodded.

"I know...how do you prepare for something like this, I mean…" she trailed off "Not like you'd think you'd ever be in a situation where you're watching your own body change into somebody else's you know…"

I just blushed. I couldn't tell her how I thought about switching bodies with her on a daily basis. Dreaming about what it would be like to simply be her.

An odd choice; maybe. Girls my own age didn't give me the time of day, a more mature woman interested me much more.

I had waded into my fetish awkwardly and slowly over the last 2 years since I had really awoken in that way. I realized that more than just having sex with a woman,  I wanted to experience being a woman.

Being petite and feminine. Having the wardrobe choices it being acceptable. I was not a cross dresser. I didn't want to see myself in women's clothes. I wanted to be a woman and get to wear anything I wanted. Dresses, skirts, shirts. Heels.

Now, it was actually happening. I wasn't dreaming. This was happening. The impossible was occurring.

I couldn't admit it. I couldn't talk my way through it. Mrs. Bonnetta was coping, trying to comprehend. Part of her was trying to protect me while also keeping her sane. It was her coping mechanism to try to understand why. But I held the Why in my wish.

My thighs now bulged as a wave of fat popped out just above my knees to be disbursed up and on my thighs.

The wave rode upwards to my hips and pelvis rounding and filling out my thighs, turning them into Suzanne's thighs.

The skin again tanned to match what was to be my skin tone.

I wrapped my hands around my plumper and softer leg, simply feeling and accepting what was now all mine.

My legs were shorter, softer, curvy and round; very much a woman's legs. A mature woman's legs, not the still coltish legs of a teenager.

I reset my small feet and drummed my toes. A sense of excitement rose in me. I couldn't help it. My mind just kept telling me over and over "You’re turning into Mrs. Bonnetta! You've got her feet! You've got her legs! They're all yours"

"Um, what would you think if I asked if we could...switch underwear?" I could hear the nervousness nearing panic in Mrs. Bonnetta's voice.

"I think it's probably a pretty good idea" I replied, with a wry look on my face "I'm sorry, I can't help it, I…"

"I understand. There's a lot of emotions flowing right now. I'm just thinking we need to switch clothes as this keeps going. You're about to...I mean we're about to, um, swap…" she blushed bright red "Oh I can't believe what's about to happen. What am I going to do with a...I can’t believe I'm going to have a…"

She couldn't bring herself to say it. Her thighs had straightened and paled. The hairs there weren't as thick but her legs were now boxy and masculine in shape. They were very much the legs of a 15 year old boy. A few marks, pimples, ingrown hairs dotted the surface.

"On the count of three, we take off our underwear and switch them okay" Mrs. Bonnetta said.

"Yeah...okay" I agreed nodding.

"Woooo" she shook out her arms letting out the sound more like a loud exhale of breath. "Three. Two. One!"

A flurry of movement as both of us bent forward tugging and pulling.

My dick flopped and went straight out. I saw hair. I saw the triangle of hair on her. I saw the slit, her lips, moist, glistening as her long legs moved.

Then a pair of nude panties waved my way. I could smell her.

I got my underwear off and even as I was raising them, I felt them pulled from my grasp.

I got my fingers on her panties. I felt their warmth as I fumbled a bit. The first time I'm touching a pair of women's panties and it's to put them on because my body is turning into said woman's body.

A quick glimpse of her ass as she lifted my underwear up her legs getting them in place.

Sue scrambled and grabbed my jeans as well. She hopped on one foot putting her left leg in and yanking them up before getting her other leg in too.

She got them to her waist and hastily buttoned up the fly. They fit a bit oddly as she still had wide hips and a full ass, but not for very much longer.

I had the panties up but they fit awkwardly. Gaps at the leg holes and still the stupid bulge of my dick pushed straight up, hairy testicles poking out from the bottom of the traditional women's cut nude panties.

I had a flat ass, not much going on back there until that moment.

I felt it growing. I could feel flesh now building up. Lifting up, pushing out, filling out those panties with two round and full ass cheeks.

I felt the panties starting to fit me. I was gaining Mrs. Bonnetta's very nice, very round, ass.

Not only that, I was also gaining her hips. Womanly hips. Hips that curved and had shape and form and heft to them. Hips I would use and feel when walking in my heels.

Mrs. Bonnetta's jeans began to fit her better as I watched her ass deflate inside of them. The tightness, probably uncomfortable feeling of having her ass in my skinny jeans now began to dissipate as her ass went flat and her hips started to straighten into line with her shoulders.

Her hip bones slid inward and the fat there disappeared as she lost her womanly curves while gaining the slender and straight build of a teenage boy.

I saw her swallow hard and lift her chin up and out. I heard bones cracking in her neck as she let out a very faint whimper. She looked my way out of the corner of her eye without moving her head to look directly at me "I can feel it" she said. She let out a long breath "I can feel it building up inside me. Like everything in there is somehow repurposing and changing. Like it's coiled...ready to...MMMMppffhh...God that feels so weird!"

Her hands clenched into fists, she rose up on her tiptoes and leaned forward, a pained expression on her scrunched up face.

Her eyes opened "ohshit...ohshit! OHSHIT!"

Suzanne grunted, tensed and bore down.

Then, she gasped and jerked. I saw the front of her jeans bulge out.

She grit her teeth and slowly slipped her head to the right as the bulge got larger and longer.

Mrs. Bonnetta twitched; a quick jerk. Her left eye closed but her right was open. She shook her head in my direction "I can’t believe this" she stated flatly. She laughed nervously "This cannot be happening"

But seeing me standing there a foot shorter than her, in her panties, with her legs and feet and her hips and her ass couldn't convince her of anything but the fact that this was very much happening.

I now understand what she had been talking about as my insides suddenly let loose and felt like jello.Heat baked me from the inside out.

I did feel tightness in my front. My dick was going numb. It felt like it was getting squeezed down in an iron grip. "Oh...Oh Wow!" I hummed first looking up at the ceiling before looking down at a dwindling bulge in the front of my panties.

I pulled the waistband out in time to see my crotch waver and swirl. The hair there was shifting and moving, the skin looked slick and my dick and balls were undoubtedly shrinking as they pulled up closer to my body.

A felt a shift. My stomach ached suddenly and intensely feeling exactly like the time I took a baseball directly to my balls. A quick cooling sensation came with a pulling and tugging just below my testicles. Then, my vulva and labia emerged and in went my testicles. My dick sucked in quickly following them.

"AH!" I exclaimed as I froze.

My skin continued shifting and restructuring. Inside of me, everything was being changed and repurposed. I was now fundamentally changing from a male into a female. Ovaries, fallopian tubes and a uterus were created and kicked into immediately functioning.

Vagina, urethra, clitoris...all took shape as I simply stared at my flat pubic area. Curly brown hair wisped into place. "Ah...ah...ohmygod…" I managed to say through heaving breaths.

I looked up "I'm so sorry Mrs. Bonnetta, I...I didn't. I couldn't…" I swallowed hard and looked down. I was fully female from the waist down. Fully functional female. I had half of Mrs. Bonnetta's body.

I looked up at her with my jaw just hanging.

"No we're in this together" Sue said tightly shaking her head "I know it's overwhelming"

I nodded, still registering nothing but shock as my stomach settled down. It's what I wanted but actually seeing and feeling it happen was such a shock.

My stomach gurgled and I lifted up my shirt in time to see a small belly push out nice and soft. The belly button and line going out from it lined up next, all in order.

Mrs. Bonnetta stood by just wearing her bra up top to go along with her jeans.. Her slight belly pulled flat and taut. Our changes kept going, steadily moving up through our bodies, transforming us into each other.

She ran her fingers, pressing down on her nonexistent stomach as her back started to spread. With a shudder, her rib cage shifted, changing the shape of her torso.

I could feel it happening to me too. I felt a creeping sensation on my back and sides as my skin and muscles changed. My shoulders popped and pulled inward and forward. I heard a crunch and a pop as my rib cage shifted "Oh!" I shimmied my shoulders.

I looked down and my chest was narrower and I started to feel an odd combination of tingling and numbness in my chest.

I saw Mrs. Bonnetta's stomach and chest roll up in a lurch, like she was holding in a burp. She made the same snorting sound of resignation through her nose she had made earlier. I saw her pop her left shoulder to get her breasts to move on their own.

I supposed she was feeling their movement and familiar weight, realizing they were about to succumb to the changing and vanish.

I saw them lift and bounce across from me. Those were about to be on me. I was going to get those breasts on my body. I was about to have a woman's breasts.

She set her shoulders back and I did as well.

The movement I first saw was her bra. It popped and shifted as Mrs. Bonnetta's breasts jerked back in their initial shrinkage.

They came away from the cups enough to make her bra pucker and fold in at the top.

She blinked and pursed her lips when she felt the initial shrinking looking slightly up before looking down at her chest.

There was a gap now that was widening between her breasts and the cups of her cream colored bra.

The bra held its shape but both of us could clearly see that her breasts no longer came anywhere near filling them. In fact. They were shrinking and flattening down by the second.

They were now small enough that I could see her nipples. They were changing color from brown to pink as they shrank down.

Then, there was nothing left.

Suzanne's chest was flat and plain and showed no signs of femininity. It was now the chest of a skinny boy. No hair, no definition, no nothing.

Her hands came up and pushed her bra flat against her chest. Mrs. Bonnetta let out a confused and resigned snort.

As she reached up behind her back and unhooked her useless bra, I felt a quick spasm on my chest as my breasts puffed out for the first time.

Mrs. Bonnetta slipped the bra from her shoulders and stood there bare chested. She seemed to stand taller; like she had been slouching and now she rose to her full height. I think I even detected her going upon her tiptoes or at least the balls of her feet next to me.

I gave in and scrunched up my shirt, getting it into my left hand pulled up to my neck. Mrs. Bonnetta knew what her boobs looked like, I wasn't shocking her at this point and my curiosity was just too much.

My chest looked puffy. My skin was tanning and the skin at the top of my chest was growing darker and rougher. A bit of sun? Years of sun? What did I look like in a bathing suit? One piece or two? I'm in my 40s...one piece...even if I'm just in my own yard?

My breasts bounced as they grew larger, adding mass, weight and diameter. My nipples began swelling. My areolas spread out larger as they darkened from pink to brown. Small nodules appeared.

They bounced again, then again, twitching their way outward. Then the growth turned into a steady push. They rounded into globes, sat up for a second and then began to settle. Gravity kicked in and they sagged slightly down to their customary position.

I blushed and dropped my shirt letting it flutter down. I felt the cotton fabric brush over my sensitive breasts. My shirt fit differently of course, giving me a ridge now in front. I could feel air moving up my shirt as it held outward now, not quite touching my upper stomach.

I nervously tugged the bottom of my shirt closer.

I felt like apologizing again but instead I just let out a quick "huh"

"Oh my God Matt, I'm going to have to teach you everything about being me if we don't figure out how to switch right back" Mrs. Bonnetta lamented.

"I'm willing to do whatever I need to do" I replied.

She smiled and nodded "I have confidence in you if, um, if you know, we have to be like this for a little bit"

"Thanks...I mean, I'll do my best. I won't do anything to embarrass you" I could feel my upper arms moving.

"You're a good kid. I just wish I understood why this was happening to us. I mean, it's impossible! People don't just switch bodies with somebody else!" She protested.

I lifted my arms up and out so I could see them. My arms were getting fuller and softer. My usually stick thin arms were getting bigger. A faint line appeared as I held them up suspended in the air. The skin there was growing thicker and rougher too. I blinked as the lower section gave way and drooped ever so slightly.

My eyes traced down to my forearms. Shorter, stockier yet feminine I thought back to a 7th grade science fact that my forearm was now the same length as my foot.

My wrists, already slim, shifted slightly smaller, tapering down as my hands began to change.

They went numb, like they were asleep but I managed to spread my fingers apart. I could see Mrs. Bonnetta doing something similar as she held her own hands up and out in front of her face, a look of wonder on her face as she watched her fingers growing longer.

My hands simply steadily pulled down smaller. The wrinkles on my knuckles became more pronounced. The skin grew thicker with age. I flipped my hands over palms up. I watched the lines on my palms change size and length.

I bent my fingers slightly, seeing vertical lines on the bottoms of my fingers etch into different patterns. The horizontal lines at my joints moved around like an etch-a-sketch was being used to erase and remake the lines.

The tips of my fingers tingled as my fingerprints changed.

I flipped them back over, my nails had changed. A bit higher, more oval shaped but cut close. I could see chalk dust embedded. Every little detail. I now had Mrs. Bonnetta's hands.

"I'm almost entirely you" I blurted out "I have your body"

"So wild...I can’t even believe it. You do. How can a high school sophomore have the body of his teacher?! You've turned into a 43 year old woman! You have my body! My middle aged body...and I'm getting turned into a teenager. A male teenager!" She let out her nervous panicky laugh again and put her hand to her forehead. "Just our faces. Oh and our hair...wouldn't want you to not get my hair too" she added. "I'm about to be a guy"

I wanted to see my face change. I would watch her face turn into mine, but I really wanted to see my own face change into hers.

My scalp started to itch. Mrs. Bonnetta was still lightly chuckling at her fate "Oh God...oh my dear God…how?"

I turned. Behind me was a small cabinet closet I had noticed Mrs. Bonnetta used to put her coat and purse in; it had a mirror on the door.

As I opened it, I heard her behind me "oh...that's one way to see this" and I could hear and feel her coming up behind me on my right.

I saw her chest and neck in the mirror next to my own stupid face until she crouched down enough to get her face in frame with mine.

My chin pulled in first as my neck skin changed. Just a little loose. Was that? Was I getting a second chin if I pulled my head down at this angle?

My jawline shortened as my chin came to more of a point while getting smaller and higher up.

I saw Mrs. Bonnetta run her hand over her new lump sticking out of her throat and it made me realize that my Adam's Apple was gone. Would I now sound like her?

Watching our faces change was a bizarre experience. The whole thing was bizarre but seeing us exchange facial features in that mirror was otherworldly.

Mrs. Bonnetta worked her lower jaw back and forth as her chin rounded and lowered, changing into mine.

Pimples started trading. A few broke out on her chin as mine went clear. I guess luckily for her, I had no facial hair yet.

I tasted metal and felt a release inside my mouth as my braces vanished tooth by tooth.

My teeth began to shrink and shifted along my gums going a bit crooked. Mrs. Bonnetta had never had the benefit of braces. I had noticed her teeth of course. I thought the crookedness was charming in its own way. Now, my teeth were turning and moving into her pattern, now, my pattern.

My tongue flicked against the back of my teeth as it too changed.

I saw Mrs. Bonnetta slowly pulling her lips back to bare her teeth as metal clamped down on each tooth and thick wires looped through, tightening down. At least their time was almost up, just a few more months and they could come off. But who would be going through that procedure? Her or me?

Fine lines etched in at the corners of my mouth. Smile lines? My lips thinned as they shrank down, a natural pink to them as the divot between my nose and upper lip shifted.

My nose shrank. From a masculine nose to a feminine nose. It pulled up.higher and smaller and came to more of a point with a narrower bridge.

Mrs. Bonnetta exhaled next to me and even that sounded different. Deeper somehow.

I recognized my mouth and nose now on her as the changes spread to our cheeks.

My cheeks became much more prominent. Apple round and high as hers slid outward and blended in much more.

My eyes narrowed as hers widened. More lines etched in at the corners. My vision began to blur. The small details were getting fuzzy. I could see enough to tell that my eyes were starting to change colors but with Mrs. Bonnetta a bit further back, I couldn't tell…

A tap on my shoulder and she's handing me her glasses.

I took the glasses and put them on. They're tugging at my ears but immediately my vision improves and I can see the details of my eyelashes changing above my now brown eyes. I'm wearing a pair of women's frames.

Mrs. Bonnetta's eyes are now blue and she's blinking them, noticing black heads across her nose.

My eyebrows thin and arc as hers lighten in color and flatten out. As I watch lines furrowed into my forehead, I notice her reaching up, taking out her earrings just in time. The holes in her lobes close up immediately after the sliver of metal pulled free.

Mrs. Bonnetta balled up her hand, holding onto the parts of her earrings as pimples broke out across her forehead.

Her ears were growing larger as mine shrank down. I saw my piercing holes pucker as they appeared. They were so small. All my features were small.

She was lucky I had cut my mullet off a few months ago when I started working in a restaurant that didn't allow long hair.

Her permed hair straightened and swept forward to cover most of her forehead changing from auburn brown to my sandy blond hair.

My hair began to frizz up and move out. Her perm. My hair was changing into hers. A woman's hairstyle. A shoulder length perm. Color? She has a bit of color in to hide the few stray gray hairs I realize seeing it come in so up close and personal. It smells different. I can smell her perfume, her shampoo. She already had naturally curly hair but this takes it to the next level, permed hair is very much in style for even girls My age.

My age...what is my age now? I'm in the body of a 43 year old woman. I'm not a student here now, I'm one of the teachers or at least I have to pass as one. Who was I?

Our faces and hair had changed quickly. Everything had gone fast, only a few minutes had passed on the clock on the wall. It was 3:28 as I glanced up. I adjusted my glasses behind my ears and felt my hair brush my hands.

Our eyes met in the reflection. My jaw dropped realizing that there was nothing left to switch. Physically, everything had changed between us. From the top of my head to the tips of my toes, I looked like Suzanne Bonnetta.

And she looked exactly like me.

My mouth slowly opened and I turned to face her...him?

She had gone to the door which had been open this whole time and shut it. "Oh my God what are we going to do?! Whoa. Is that my voice?" She was speaking with my deep voice.

I was afraid to speak. I was afraid to move too much. I was still just wearing panties and a Simpsons T-shirt. I felt small. I was small. I felt vulnerable "I…" I could already tell from just one letter that my voice had changed into hers which only made sense.

Other internal things had changed obviously,  we would need each other's voices. "Now if only we could swap education and knowledge and then I'd be set" I thought.

I stopped. Even the voice inside my head sounded like her.

"You need to get dressed" she said. "All we need is for someone to walk by and see us like this"

She went past me up against the side of the room closest to the door, the side where we couldn't be seen from the window in the door.

"I, yes you're right" I replied, adjusting to the sound of my voice.

"Give me your shirt and I'll help you with your bra" she said.

I lifted the T-shirt off feeling it brush and tug at my poofy hair. I handed it over and she hastily tossed it on. She sat down at one of the desks sideways and yanked on my white crew socks and slipped on my hightops.

It would take me a minute.

I picked up the bra and made a face as I slipped my arms in. "Try to see if you can get it" she said.

I tried initially behind me.

"No...pull it to the side so you can see it to start with, at least until you get the handle of it" so I did just that and hooked the three little clasps. I adjusted it. I touched my boobs to set them inside my bra as I adjusted to get it straight.

She just rolled her eyes "first time huh"

"As a matter of fact, yes. I'm sorry but this is the first time I'm putting on a bra. This is the first time I've ever had breasts" I said through my teeth. "You’re used to them"

"Well yeah, I've had them for 30 years"

"Well I have them for the moment so forgive me" I said exasperated already.

She stopped "I'm sorry. I'm flustered so bad right now"

"I get it" I said, picking up her red sweater. I tugged on the neck hole and got it over my hair before I put my arms through. I searched the ground and bent and picked up her tan skirt.

I took a breath as I stepped in and lifted it up to my waist. I found the zipper and pulled it up and then scooted the skirt around so it was in the back. All that was left were her shoes.

The left one was upright, the right was on its side. I had wished myself into her shoes. I had dreamt about getting to wear these with her feet as my own. How could it actually be real?

Everything slowed down again, at least for me as I sat down at the desk in the front row. I tapped my feet and lifted my heels up, resting on the balls of my feet. I reached out and touched and rubbed my toes; they were very soft.

The squishy give of the plump undersides to the hardness of the nails, I rubbed them before I brought the heels over.

I brought my right foot up and angled it in beneath the strap. I closed my eyes in a personal triumph as I felt my toes settle into the worn in toe grooves. I took the ankle strap and buckled it in the notch that was worn down.

Repeating it with my left foot, I pressed all my toes down as I stood up in heels for the first time.

My heels. My feet. My legs. My body.

I took a first cautious step feeling the impact on my foot and leg. I didn't fall. I took another and started walking across the front of the room.

"Good...you passed the first test. Only 6,984, 541 to go" she said.

Walking in heels wasn't that hard. I smiled and let out her nervous laugh.

If this was the only moment I had as her, I would have been happy. I was in her shoes. I had physically swapped bodies with my teacher.

32 years later…

March 5, 2022

"Almost anniversary time" I say to myself as I sit at my desk and look at the clock on my computer. It's 3:06.

I stretch out my back and shoulders and take another sip of my coffee thinking back to that day. The day when the impossible was occurring to us. Not impossible. Not that day.

I stood up and looked out the window, a smile on my face as I recall the details. I've never forgotten any of them; I can replay that day at any time and still remember everything I felt.

The actual physical changes to my body. The emotions...such a wild Roller Coaster of a ride. I can still smell that day. Room 210. Everything is still right there for me.

I sit back down and let my mind recall it as I have so many times, thousands of times I've replayed that amazing day and I still get butterflies in my stomach. Every. Single. Time.

My phone goes off and I smile seeing who is calling "I was waiting for you" I laugh.

I hear the familiar chuckle on the other end "I haven't missed a March 5th yet"

"No you haven't…" I replied. "The two of us have a bond from that experience that can never be broken, that's for sure"

"You know it! Literally life changing" I hear that warm laugh again on the other end. "So let me guess, you were replaying it when I called"

"Well of course I was!"

"I knew it!"

"You know me so well" I laughed.

After a moment of pause "So how have you been Sue?" He asked me.

"I'm doing good! How's Maureen and the kids?" I asked him.

"They’re doing great. Nick passed his driver's test last Friday!"

"Oh that's awesome. I can't believe your kids are getting so big" I replied.

"How's Tony?" He asked me like always.

"Golfing haha. No, he's doing just fine. We went fishing yesterday and the we got to visit little Emma a few days ago"

We caught up before hanging up well after 4.

I smiled satisfied after I hung up. I looked out at our little retirement community in Jacksonville perfectly content.

So let me catch you up.

We never swapped back obviously. I have been Sue Bonnetta now for 32 years. Twice as long as I was ever Matt Donnelly.

Let me say right off the top that I never regretted what I wished that day. I have appreciated every day as me. As Suzanne. There hasn't been a day where I took it for granted or didn't stop at least a handful of times and appreciate what I have and who I am.

I'll admit the transition was rough at times. There was a lot of adjusting and growing pains. I had to learn everything about this life that was now mine.

I went from 15 year old kid to a 43 year old woman and had a lot of catching up to do.

I worked hard at it. Original Sue worked with me daily while she was also going through her own adjustments. Depression and anxiety were near constants for both of us.

I was now a married woman. Married to Tony for 21 and a half years. I had an adult son in  the Marines. I was a teacher in a subject I barely understood as a student. It was overwhelming.

Meanwhile, Sue was now a kid again. Braces, acne, still growing in puberty but this time with raging male hormones. She went from an adult woman in command of her life to not even being able to drive while working for 3.35 an hour at a restaurant around the corner from the house she now had to live in with people who were now her parents and siblings. She was now a student at the school she used to teach at. Colleagues were now her teachers, they had full power over her life.

We figured it out.

Not how to swap back. We figured out how to go forward in each other's shoes.

It was sometimes awkward but then it became something more. True ownership of our new identities. Proud of conquering our fears. Pride in accomplishments, benchmarks. She realized having an endless pity party was futile.

So many details. Every day was something new. My first period. The first time I had sex with my husband. I thought about those early days often.

I never had a problem walking in heels. Frankly, I loved heels. The whole wardrobe thing came naturally to me. Makeup and hair came fairly fast and improved with practice Putting in earrings proved tricky to me oddly enough. I just left a pair in at all times.

I stopped referring to myself as Matt after about a year. I was Suzanne.

I made sure I was the faculty advisor for Matt's class so I got to speak at their graduation.

Matt worried about me. He thought that I might think it was unfair for him to take away 28 years from me.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

I have never regretted my wish. Switching places was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. I'm very happy and I honestly have been since that day.

Matt accepted his new fate. It took a while. Honestly it took a lot of long talks between us. Giving away the life she had built was hard. Starting again was tough but as a wise man once said, "Get busy living or get busy dying"

Matt used the lifetime of math skills and this time instead of becoming a teacher, he became an engineer.

He really did grow into his looks too. He passed out of the awkward phase I was in and turned out to be a really good looking guy.

He lives in Virginia with his wife of nearly 20 years and their 3 kids. We talk often and always have. Letters and phone calls for the first 7 years after our swap and then email. Then Facebook messages and texts.

I got the hang of being a Math teacher. I taught for another 19 years.

My husband and I retired to Florida where we golf, fish, ride our motorcycle and enjoy not only our Grandchildren but, we recently became Great Grandparents for the first time.

We've been married 53 years.

I'm 75. My Doctor says I'm in great health for my age and that there no reason I shouldn't live another 20 years barring anything unforseen.

My hair has gone full gray. I don't dye it or perm it anymore. Outside of a few weddings, I haven't worn heels in 13 years. Ever since I retired. But in my closet, I still have that pair of tan open toed heels.

I wore them regularly for another full school year until the straps were getting really worn. I replaced them but I could never get rid of that pair. I know, sentimental to keep a souvenir of the day I became the real me. The day I turned into Sue.