"If you'll just sign right there Ms. Lewis, I'll go get your sister" the officer at the desk said.
Myra Lewis signed her name furiously. She waited and lingered in the small ante room surrounded by thick glass and doors. "Not often I get to hang around Police Stations" she thought to herself.
After about 15 minutes, the officer returned with her sister Sophie in tow.
Sophie looked all kinds of rough. She had been picked up for being involved in a bar fight and then, it was discovered that she was only 19 which led to even more trouble.
Sophie kept her eyes downcast as she signed.
Myra said nothing, she just stomped her way to her car and let Sophie catch up.
"You can stay with me tonight. I'm not waking Dad up" was all she said.
Myra drove to her condo. She had a guest room set up. "I don't know if any of my clothes will fit you" she said.
"Nice. Way to rub it in" Sophie growled.
"Hey! Maybe next time don't puke on your fucking shirt! I have to go to work tomorrow. I get woken up at 2 in the fucking morning from the Police to come and bail your drunk underage fat ass out of jail! So don't come into My house and give me shit! I will throw your ass out" Myra fumed. Sophie held her tongue.
After a silent minute "There's an extra toothbrush. Take a shower. Sober up" she said as she left disgusted.
Sophie Lewis slumped down. She was exhausted, embarrassed and upset. She was also in a lot of trouble.
She stood up and the room spun a bit from both the alcohol and the punches she took to her face.
She looked in the mirror and saw a purple bruise forming up on her puffy face.
"Bitch" she muttered at both the girl she had fought and her half sister. Despite bailing her out, despite staying with her instead of anyone else, she really resented Myra. "Little Miss Fucking Perfect" she grumbled "I have to go to work tomorrow" she mocked her in a high voice "I don't have any clothes that will fit you nah,nah,nah…bitch"
Sophie and Myra had the same Dad but different Mom's. There was also more than 10 years between them too from 30 to 19 and there were so many other differences.
Sophie had barely graduated high school and worked at Wal-Mart while Myra had a Masters degree in Education.
But what really set them apart was their looks.
Sophie stood 5'10 and weighed 270 pounds. Her sister was 5'2" and 110 pounds.
"I wish she knew what it was like to be me. I wish she knew what it was like to have a sister like her" she muttered as she got undressed.
She showered and cleaned up and was wearing her sister's robe, still on her phone when 6 o'clock rolled around and she heard Myra get up.
Myra hadn't really slept since getting home. She was pissed. "When is that stupid little brat going to get her shit together?!" She thought. "Never" she replied to herself. "She's always going to be worthless"
She tossed and turned, mad and disappointed. "She will just mooch off me forever. I will be bailing her out, propping her up for the rest of our lives. I wish she knew what it was like to be me. I wish she knew what it was like to have a sister like her" She sighed and flipped again "Make her the responsible one. Let me be the fuck up for a change"
By 6, Myra was getting ready for work. Showered, hair and makeup done, she got dressed in black tights, black skirt, white blouse and black jacket. She carried her black 2" heels in her hand to the kitchen.
Sophie heard her and, feeling ornery still, decided to go out.
Myra heard and felt the door opening behind her "Still up?" She said curtly as she dropped her shoes to the floor with a clatter.
"Why do you have to give me such shit all the time? Just rub everything in my face?" Sophie said standing across from her sister. The kitchen island separated them.
"Why do you feel the need to start this right now? I bailed you out last night and you feel you have the right to give me shit before I go to work? Jesus…you're worse than I thought you were. Inconsiderate, rude, mean…I mean, must be nice to feel that entitled?" Myra scoffed. "And what exactly am I rubbing into your face? The fact that I have a real fucking job?"
"You have no idea what my life is like" Sophie said.
"And you do?! You have no idea what it's like for me!" Myra was now yelling.
"I know it's a hell of a lot better than being me!"
"Oh really?!" Myra was getting fired up "You still live with Dad! He pays for everything for you! He'll get you a lawyer and get your fat ass off the hook for this. You're his baby girl. Try getting an education and a real job"
"A real job…I have a fucking job and I work!"
"Fucking Walmart…"
"I bet you wouldn't last a day there!" Sophie slapped the countertop.
"Oh you wouldn't last 5 minutes in my job!" Myra shot back "You have no idea what it's like in my shoes!"
"How the fuck would I? And you have no idea what it's like in mine! But I would love to see you have to try…yeah…take away your fancy degree and your fancy designer clothes. You try being me! See how you like it? It's not as easy as you seem to think it is!"
"Shit…like I would want to look like you" Myra nearly spat.
"Oooohhhhhhh…I get it now. You really do think you're better than me just because you're this tiny little fucking thing. And I'm fat! Is that what it is? It all starts with looks with you, you shallow bitch. Well I wish we could switch places with one another. Then you'd know"
"If you think my life is ssssooooooo awesome then I wish we could too. See how you like being me? It's not as easy as you think either. Just because I'm built differently from you. I had no say in the matter of being small"
"So you do think I have a say in being fat though"
Myra rolled her eyes and huffed audibly "I would love to see you try to live my life!"
"I would love to see you live mine!" Sophie retorted. "I wish you were me!"
"I wish you were me!" Myra yelled back in her face as the power went out in the Condo.
Lights shut off, everything went silent including the 2 warring sisters.
With a whirring sound, electricity returned. Various beeps went off as clocks and appliances restarted.
Myra took in a deep breath, about to continue her verbal assault but as she pulled in the breath, she felt her tights get tight.
She held her breath but it still felt like her body was moving.
The black tights felt really taut up against her pubic area and her thighs.
Myra looked down and was confused by what she saw. Her tights looked too small, too tight. They were getting lighter in color. She could see her legs beneath them peeking through "What the fuck?" She said.
Myra looked further down as she felt her tights straining against her toes. Her feet were pinched. She clearly saw the outline of her toes and the white polish on her toenails as her tights thinned.
Lines ran back, ruining her tights with runs. Thin at first, they grew wider and longer.
Myra reared her head back, a look of shocked disgust on her face combined with utter confusion "what the fuck?" She repeated.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Sophie asked as she heard fabric tearing. <Ssshhhrrriiipppp>
Myra felt her jacket and blouse tighten across her back "My clothes…" she gave a pained expression "They feel tight!
<pop> a hole opened in her tights on her thigh.
The waistband on her tights felt like it was digging in.
Myra shuffled her feet outward, trying to reestablish her balance but her skirt restricted her movements. She shuffled like a penguin.
Her sleeves tightened, the front of her blouse sucked in tight against her. She felt something building up inside of her.
It hit her as she looked down.
"Fat"
She looked up at her sister. Her jaw opened in shock. Myra saw shock and confusion on Sophie's face too. "Oh fuck me" she said.
The button over her stomach burst open, popping off as her blouse opened up to expose pasty white skin and expanding flesh.
<ssshhrriippp> the sides of her skirt burst open and her thighs rushed out, pouring out, tearing the skirt wide open into shreds.
Myra noticed she was getting taller too. Coming up closer and closer to her sister's height.
The shoulders on her jacket popped at the seams, her inflating upper arms ripped through her sleeves. Her bra strained and dug in. "Ow!" She cried out until it too burst open as her breasts quadrupled in size, flowing forward <Pop!> <POP!> the top two buttons on her blouse shot off and her massive chest spilled forward.
Her stomach grew. Her ass and hips grew now tearing apart her size 2 panties.
Her feet went from a size 6 to a size 10. Her toes stretched out longer and wider. Her nails shifted and grew on top of her bigger toes. The tights sat uselessly about halfway back on her feet as her exposed toes changed shape.
Her fingers thickened as her hands and wrists puffed up. The cuffs of her sleeves pulled back tightly exposing wrists and forearms.
Her whole abdomen rounded and pushed out in addition to her stomach flab.
"Oh. My. God" Sophie stated in a hushed tone of awe.
Myra crept up even to her in height and they stood eye to eye.
Myra's hair and face now began to change shape.
Her hair grew longer and stringier as it reminded the same shade of brown. Her cheeks inflated as her neck filled out changing her chin and jawline.
Her lips filled out as her nose grew larger. Her brown eyes narrowed as her brows changed.
Sophie stared at her exact double.
Myra was in shock. She was afraid to move. Everything felt wrong.
She stared straight ahead at her sister. She detected movement in Sophie and she was too afraid to scream.
Sophie was shrinking.
Sophie felt motion. She froze and her jaw hung open in slack jawed shock.
Sophie felt butterflies in her stomach and a rushing sensation over her skin like air or water flowing just over the surface.
But staring straight ahead as she was told her that she was now shorter than her sister. She was shrinking somehow.
The robe was small and tight on her, held at the waist by the ties but barely closed. It was huge on Myra; she had seen her wear it and it basically engulfed her.
Sophie felt the shoulders of it shift on her, the robe rolled forward as she felt her stomach lifting up.
She looked down at it and saw it puckering up as it began to creep back inward.
Sophie gasped feeling her breasts begin to shrink up. She looked farther down and saw her legs trimming and slimming down as well as shrinking down shorter.
Sophie felt the soles of her feet pulling inward against the tile floor. Impossibly getting smaller. Her toes were getting smaller and her nails were shrinking to keep up. Bright white polish appeared atop these tiny toes. Sophie's feet had shrunk down to a size 6 from a size 10.
Her thick calves trimmed down drastically, leaving high, trim, skinny and bouncing calf muscles.
The whole middle section of her body, where she held most of her weight, began to contract and pull inward.
Her hips and ass shrank. Her big, white, fleshy stomach popped as sections of fat vanished. Her pendulous 48DD breasts defied gravity. They rose up higher and straight on, popping free, shoving the robe down and away.
Myra's eyes bugged out seeing them on display at full size. But then, she saw them get smaller and smaller and smaller. The pounds melted away as she dwindled in height and weight.
Myra was speechless. Sophie was in shock as everything on her body shrank. Her fingers got smaller and thinner. They looked dainty and delicate.
The sleeves of the robe inched downward closer to her slender wrists. The sleeves felt roomy and loose as her arms changed shape and size.
Her body kept getting slimmer. Her ass was sitting up high and tight. Her hips were slender and narrow. Her thighs had shed all excess fat and were lean and trim.
Her waist pulled in as her stomach flattened.
Her breasts stopped at a pert and perky 32B cup size. Her sister's size.
She stopped shrinking at 5'2". Myra looked huge towering over her, a totally different perspective.
Myra stared down at this tiny, petite figure in front of her as Sophie's face and hair began to change.
The hair remained the same shade of brown but the style and cut and care of it improved.
Her neck thinned and tightened up changing the shape of her chin and jawline.
Her cheeks slimmed down, the cheekbones popped, long and sleek as her nose shrank down button small with a slight upturn.
Her brown eyes widened. Her brows thinned and sculpted as her lips thinned and her.mouth shrank. Her features, now delicate and all smaller, reflected her small stature.
Myra looked down and saw herself standing there.
Sophie adjusted the now large robe, undoing the loose tie and tightening it up reflexively.
"Holy Shit" Myra finally managed to say in a voice that was not her own. It was deeper, more guttural "Hhhhoooollllyyyy fucking Shit!"
Sophie could only nod and look shocked back at what had been her body, but wasn't anymore.
Her lip quivered, she shook and then, she screamed "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
Myra jumped and joined her in a chorus of screaming shock and dismay.
"I'm you!" Sophie said finally after she had stopped screaming. Her voice was higher and nasally.
"And I'm you!" Myra replied instantly.
Myra's clothes were in tatters. Her skirt was shredded up and down, it fell the moment she backed away from the counter.
Her tights were ripped, ruptured and mutilated in so many ways.
Her blouse buttons had exploded open. Her jacket had torn straight down the middle of her back and the sleeves of both had popped open "I'm huge!"
"I'm tiny!" Sophie retorted.
"We switched places" Myra was dumbfounded. "It happened"
Sophie felt pressure and she shut her eyes tightly. Education, experience, knowledge, responsibility, intelligence all came rushing into her.
Her sister's job knowledge was there. Her education backed it up. Even her traits and personality were coming to her. She would truly be Myra.
She knew who she actually was; who she had been. She would never forget that but now Myra layered on top of that base.
Myra felt a rushing of her own, a release that chilled her to the bone. At first, she couldn't pin down what was happening to her. Just this lightness surrounded her. Then she thought about going to work. But work was gone.
Her job knowledge and education wasn't there. Her experience wasn't accessible to her. She barely could think of things learned at a high school level. Panic set in, deep seated fear and despair followed but thankfully, only briefly. She couldn't have stood that feeling for long. Her sister's mentality and personality began to take over. She came to terms with who she was now. Myra, but with Sophie layered on top. Sophie dominant to be her. She had to be Sophie as Sophie was now Myra. She knew who she actually was: who she had been. And she knew who she was now. She was Sophie. She had switched bodies and lives with her sister; a total reversal. The only way to actually know what it was like to be her, to be in her shoes was to become her.
Myra was Sophie.
Sophie was Myra.
Everything swirled around them, dizzying them. They both leaned forward clutching the countertop between them.
"MYRA!" was yelled and heard by both.
"SOPHIE!" was answered but by whom? Both heard their names but neither could say if they had called it out.
Myra came to. She opened her eyes, blinking several times. She felt the cold granite under her fingers. She was staring down at the gray counter. Her eyes shifted ever so slightly back and she saw the huge swell.of her breasts barely contained in a robe that was several sizes too small for her.
Sophie took in a deep breath and held it, holding herself incredibly still. She kept her eyes shut but her body was giving her different sensations and clues. She felt warmth on her legs, something covering her from waist to toes "Tights?"
She was wearing layers of clothes. She shuffled slightly and knew a skirt, a blouse and a jacket were all involved.
Her eyes opened and she lifted her head.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" They screamed again seeing themselves now dressed as the other one had been.
Myra's outfit was restored and now worn by the very petite Sophie.
Myra was now in her robe which no longer came close to fitting her. The tie was tight but barely contained her gut or her boobs.
Myra fumbled for the right words, any words really.
Sophie looked down and saw the small heels by her feet. She righted them and slipped her feet into them, lifting herself up at least a little bit taller. "Well now that I'm IN your shoes, I need to get to work. Clean up around here if you're going to sit on your ass all day" Sophie said. Internally, she was thrilled to talk down to her sister like she had always done to her before.
"And if you don't call Dad and tell him about last night by 10 A.M., I will" she added, grabbing her purse and striding out.
Myra slouched and slumped "How…why?" She mumbled to herself as she took several heavy footed steps around the kitchen all while looking down at her new and very different body.
She grabbed her phone and texted a friend of Sophie's for a ride home.
Still wearing the robe and barefoot, she rode home. She talked with her friend about the night before with firsthand knowledge.
She got dropped off at her Dad's house. Her Dad was there waiting.
After a 2 hour lecture on responsibility, he let her know that the other girl wasn't pressing charges and she would just pay a fine for the underage drinking.
She felt disappointed in herself. A bit ashamed too. All her normal feelings.
She went to her room and got on her own clothes. She grabbed her blue vest, her shift at Wal-Mart started in a half hour.
Wearing size 22 jeans, size 10 tennis shoes and a XXL shirt seemed right to Myra. Her self-image had adjusted when her mind had changed. Just her name was scrambled. She still thought of herself as Myra, but Sophie sounded right too.
Sophie had laughed her ass off as she drove into work in her new Subaru. "Fuck yeah…I'll show her I can do an even better job as her"
She strode to her office. She was now the director of continuing education for a large group of Therapists. She tracked educational resources for several hundred licensed Clinicians.
Everything came to her naturally and easily and she was quickly wrapped up in her day and duties like she had been doing it for years.
After work, Sophie returned home to her Condo. Barely eating through the day, she still wasn't hungry at night. She did have workout equipment in her basement and going through a routine felt great. "I absolutely love this!" She said "Fuck her…I am never going back to being fat dumpy and dumb Sophie!"
Sophie's self-image was changing rapidly. She got a little thrill every time she was called Myra. She wanted to put Sophie far in her past.
Myra found herself in familiar patterns too. Work was boring and repetitive. She hung out with her friends and partied whenever possible.
A week passed.
A month passed.
Myra texted her sister 'Hey…just checking in with you. Haven't heard from you. Everything is going fine here. How about you?'
Hours passed before a reply came back.
'I'm doing great! Glad to hear you're doing good'
Myra texted 'If you're home, I want to see you'
No response.
Myra got in her car and drove to her sister's Condo.
The Subaru was in the garage as Myra parked her 15 year old car on the street. She walked up and rang the bell.
"Hey" Sophie said, opening the door.
"You ignored my text" Myra said.
"No! Um…I was working out and didn't see the second one come through" Sophie said. She was in yoga pants and a sports bra.
"Aren't you even going to invite me in?" Myra asked, still standing on the landing.
"Oh! Yeah! Sure…come on in" Sophie said, standing to the side lightly.
Myra came in. The house seemed foreign to her, not really her style any longer.
"I'd offer you a drink but…you're underage" Sophie said with a smile.
"Ha ha…" Myra replied sarcastically. "You’re a funny little midget aren't you?"
"Oh, I'll behave myself" Sophie replied. "I guess I know why you're here"
Myra came in and took a seat on the sofa. She sank in and Sophie came and perched on the edge of a chair.
"We got pretty heated that morning didn't we?" Myra said.
"Well we were both upset" Sophie replied.
"But I think we both proved that we actually can live each other's life"
"Yeah, I think you're doing a great job as me" Sophie added.
"Well that's the thing…I am ready to swap back" Myra said. "Enough's enough. It's time. I want my body back. I want my life back! I want my education back! I want my age back!"
"No" Sophie said succinctly.
"What?!" Myra sat up "that's not how this works"
"Why not?" Sophie replied with a sarcastic look. "You said that you wished I was you. Are you taking it back? I wished that you were me"
Myra put a hand up "I know what we said that day. I'm still shocked that I'm actually standing here like this. I earned that body" she pointed at her sister "It's mine. I want you to give it back"
"I don't want to give it back. See…giving it up, no. It's mine now. Possession is 9/10s of the law. I like being Myra better"
"I wish we would swap back" Myra said loudly.
Sophie said nothing. She folded her arms and pursed her lips and shook her head No. Myra was stunned.
"Why should I want to go back to being you?" Sophie said.
"Because we're switched! We're in the wrong body…we need to…" Myra started
"But what if we're not!" Sophie interjected.
"Not what?" Myra was confused.
"What if we're now in the right body for us? What if this is how we're actually supposed to be. What if we had some kind of soul mixup and now we're fixed?"
"No! How would that even work?"
"Why else would we swap in the first place?"
Myra was getting frustrated, she growled and then at the exact same time, they both yelled "I wish you could see this from my point of view!"
Both women froze.
Myra felt the strangest sensation. Even stranger than when they had physically swapped bodies. She had the sensation of her spirit being pulled out of her body.
Her big body remained but her spirit stepped free. Tiny Myra emerged as a spectral, asteral figure standing before the body.
Across from her, her real, original body still stood frozen. "What’s happening to me?"
Sophie felt a cold chill as her body just stopped. She tried to move but couldn't.
That was when she saw Myra emerge from her body.
It was Myra. Small and tiny, wearing the same outfit but in her small size so the clothes were form fitting.
Sophie felt her entire existence pull forward. Out of her tiny body emerged the spectral, asteral figure of big Sophie.
Clearing the small form, Sophie's spirit still held her original shape and form. Wearing yoga pants and a sports bra but in the sizes she would need to cover up a 270 pound body.
"You!" Myra said seeing Sophie emerge and come her way.
"You!" Sophie replied.
"We're outside of our bodies…" Myra said.
"The chance to see it all from the other point of view" Sophie said.
"Our spirits don't line up with our bodies. Our spirits are still our original selves" Myra said.
Myra made her way to her original body, Sophie's current body, but she simply passed her hand through it when she tried to touch it.
Sophie drifted to Myra's body "This doesn't feel right to me anymore"
"But this does feel right to me" Myra said.
"I don't think it does. I think you don't want to face the truth. I think you're holding on" Sophie said.
"So what do we do? I want my body back" Myra said.
"Do you?" Sophie said "I don't want to go back. I don't think it's right"
Myra looked back and forth between their two bodies "What are we supposed to do?"
Sophie looked at the astral figure of her sister standing there. She closed her eyes and concentrated. "I think I know" she said.
"I wish that our spirits would align with our bodies. That our spirits would take the form that we are destined to be. That whatever body it is, my sister and I must abide by it" Sophie said
Myra felt like she had no other choice, she had felt it too. She nodded "I wish our spirits would choose to take our true forms, align with our true bodies, accept and take our future selves"
Sophie heard her sister speak the second part of the wish.
Sophie's form floated to the center between their two bodies where it stood next to Myra's form.
An energy filled them and they exchanged a look. "This is it!"
Myra felt her spirit filling up. She looked down at her foot. Small and dainty. She stared at it. Just beyond her foot was her sister's bigger foot. The two of them lined up;drastically different yet both were familiar to her.
Sophie looked down as well "Big or little? Little or big? Please let me stay as Myra. Please let me be Myra in body and soul"
She looked at the two feet. Her right, Myra's left. Her vision blurred and crossed, the two feet lined up, crossed over each other, they looked like one.
Myra concentrated on their feet "Which one will be mine?" She thought "Please…" she looked up at her sister's face. Sophie's big face was downcast. Myra felt it. "SOPHIE!" The name called out by Myra got her sister's immediate attention.
Sophie looked up. A sense of peace settled on Myra's delicately featured face. Myra's spirit shrugged and she smiled.
Realization crashed through Sophie's spirit. Her eyes widened. Her spirit leapt up.
They both looked down.
Myra's feet were growing.
Sophie's feet were shrinking.
"Myra?" Sophie projected out the name and Myra nodded at her.
Myra's spirit form began to grow all at once. From her toes her feet grew bigger. Her legs lengthened and grew larger.
Her ass, hips and stomach bloomed, pushing outward. Her breasts jumped out as her arms plumped. Her spirit was being pulled toward the large body it had been pulled from.
Sophie's spirit began to shrink down drastically. Her tiny feet, her slender legs shrink down shorter, her stomach sucked in, pulling in to flat. Her pendulous breasts rippled as they too shrank back. Even as just a spirit, she felt lighter, she felt a tantalizing and intense tingling "Our true selves!" Sophie cried out as her spirit was pulled toward the small and dainty, Myra body she had exited. It was going to be hers now forever.
Myra pulled closer and closer to what was now her body. Her height matched, her weight matched, her body matched. She felt her face puffing up. Her facial features filled out and her hair trailed outward.
Strands of her spirit hair touched the real hair of the frozen body. They tangled and intertwined and became one. Myra's spirit was being pulled back into her body.
Her feet lined up. The projection absorbed into the flesh. Her whole spirit rocked backwards and pulled inward.
Sophie watched her sister take her form for the last time. There would be no changing back after this. Myra was now Sophie.
Sophie's body was in line as she returned. Her face pulled inward, her features shrinking down and changing into Myra's delicate ones. As her hair changed, her tiny spirit entered her tiny body.
Sophie's small asteral feet planted and became one again. Once a foothold, her entire spirit pulled into the body.
They watched as the other's spirit lined up and merged inward.
Sophie gagged. She swallowed too hard and shook with a violent cough. Her chest spasmed as she came around.
Myra heard the coughing. She blinked open her eyes and looked down.
Myra was Myra. The small woman jerked as she regained control of her muscles "Ohmygod it's real! This is…" her dainty hands flew around her small thin body "...this is me now for good!"
Sophie's spirit had changed deeper into Myra but there was always a part of her that would remain Sophie.
Myra looked down at her massive, heaving chest. She felt heavy. She shuffled her big feet and felt…relief?
Myra was confused. She thought she'd be disappointed. Angry even. But coming inside this body somehow felt right.
She saw how happy her sister was and she realized that she was at peace. It was a peace deep seated inside her spirit. She had felt this way just before her spirit had reentered her body.
Her body. Myra looked down at herself. Part of her would always be Myra but so much of her was now Sophie.
"Myra!" The new Sophie called out.
"Sophie! Aaaahhh!" The new Myra called out and she jumped towards her sister and wrapped her arms around her big soft body.
"I'm so happy!" Myra cried out.
Sophie took a second before breaking out in a smile. A wide, genuine smile "Me too"