"Have a good night CC! Are you on your way to the gym?"
Cindy Crane smiled as she stopped at the door of her office "Yep! You know it" she replied "See you tomorrow" she added as she headed to her car.
Cindy went to the gym most nights after work. She had just recently turned 30 and had just ran her first marathon so she wanted to keep it up. She was very proud of keeping herself in top shape. Not only did it make her feel good, it made her look good.
Just 5'3", she weighed 110 pounds with long light brown hair, big brown eyes and slightly pouty lips. Despite not being very tall, she had long, slender legs that were trim and sexy.
Recently promoted to Manager of Economic Development for UC Santa Barbara, she held her head up high as she got into her new Jeep and drove to the gym.
"Hey Mo, have a good night. Are you on your way to the gym?"
Maureen Adams turned and smiled at her coworker "Yes I am! I'm trying to keep on it"
"I know it's hard but it's worth it"
Maureen smiled, encouraging words always helped but she was fighting an uphill battle.
She was now 45 with 2 teenagers at home. She had never had a gym membership in her life. She had played volleyball in high school despite being just 5'2"
She weighed about 115 in high school. Now,
Her Mom bod checked in at 150. She was a nurse for a group of Orthopedic surgeons so she was on her feet constantly but gym equipment; she had no clue. She had been sticking to walking the track.
Long, dark brown, wavy hair with a rare gray now starting to weave in. She had small hazel eyes and wore black framed glasses.
Cindy pulled into her usual spot to the right of the doors of AB gym. She grabbed her gym bag and hopped out.
Wearing a black skirt and green top along with well worn black flats she made her way inside.
Maureen pulled up and parked next to her. She had only been coming to AB for 2 weeks now and didn't know anyone by name.
Still clad in her burgundy scrubs, she grabbed her gym bag and went to check in.
When Maureen entered the locker room, Cindy was in the middle of changing clothes. Dressed in her sports bra and running shorts, she was barefoot as she put her work clothes in a locker. She gave a polite smile and head nod to Maureen as she went past her.
Maureen smiled in return and said a quick and simple "Hi". She went to the next bench down to start changing.
Maureen cast a quick glance back at Cindy and thought "Dang…she is hot. If only I looked like her" before she started to undress.
Cindy saw the stockier built middle aged woman and really thought nothing of her, just another Mom trying to get into shape.
Her eyes did linger longer than she intended though as she saw her lift her scrub top and expose an orbed stomach.
Paying no mind, Maureen took down her scrub pants and Cindy got a full on look at her thick thighs.
Cindy looked away, down at her flat stomach and toned legs. She sat and dug into her bag for her socks and shoes.
"Oh for the love of…Crap!" Cindy exclaimed "Damn it"
Maureen heard her dismay and turned.
Ciny was digging deeper "Anything that I could help you with? Maureen asked.
Cindy sighed dramatically "I don't have any socks in my bag. I must have forgotten to put them in my bag…and these are new running shoes. I'm not going to go barefoot and get blisters; guess I'm Not working out today"
"I have an extra pair. You can have them" Maureen said simply enough. She saw the gratitude on Cindy's expressive face immediately, a relief in her big eyes.
"Part of being an old Mom haha…I have extras of everything packed" Maureen joked as she pulled out a simple pair of black Adidas ankle socks with a hot pink logo on them.
Maureen was just in her bra and panties as she handed them over. "Thank you so much! I'll replace them, I promise" Cindy said.
"I know you're a regular here. I just started coming but I think I've seen you every time I've been here"
Cindy smiled "Yeah…5 times a week. Good for you to start up" she added as she lifted her right foot up to put the socks on.
Maureen got a good look at Cindy's long toes and black nails. Quite the contrast to her stubby toes and gold polish.
Cindy quickly tied up her shoes and headed out.
Maureen watched her go "Even when I was her age, I never looked like that" she thought as she put on a sports bra and a baggy tee shirt over it to go along with cotton shorts, her own Adidas socks and tennis shoes.
Maureen stayed in the outside walking lanes while Cindy worked the inside lanes designed for running. Her plan was to run just 3 miles today while Maureen walked 1 mile.
Maureen got on a stationary bike; it was the only piece of equipment she was familiar enough to use.
She watched as Cindy did squats with ease. For someone so thin, she was very strong. Maureen admired her stamina and hoped that one day she would have even a quarter of her physical ability.
Cindy was still going, currently using a rowing machine when Maureen headed back to the locker room. She didn't bother changing or showering. She simply gathered up her bag and purse and headed home to her husband and kids.
The next day…
Maureen saw the jeep parked and she pulled in next to it. Going into the locker room, she saw the young brown haired woman.
Cindy had just gotten in; she was just starting to get changed but she smiled upon seeing the middle aged woman in burgundy scrubs enter. "Hey! You took off yesterday before I got a chance to say thank you again. You were a real lifesaver. I didn't want you to think I forgot so…" Cindy reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of white crew socks with the Nike swoosh in black on them "...they're clean I swear!" She laughed and Maureen joined her as she took them
"Well thanks for a pair in return" Maureen said.
"I appreciated it yesterday," Cindy said again.
"No problem! I was more than happy to help you out" she added as she continued on to her spot on the next bench down.
Cindy was in a tan skirt, white blouse and nude flats today. She undressed quickly, Maureen happened to turn her head at just the moment she removed her bra. She saw her small, pert breasts on display momentarily before she turned her back to put on her black sports bra tank top.
Maureen lifted off her scrub top to see her round belly. "Stop comparing yourself to Hottie over there" she scolded herself just as Cindy bent forward to step into her super tight running shorts.
Cindy sat down and dug out her shoes and found that she still had the socks from yesterday jammed into them. Having just given away the clean ones in her bag, "Guess I'm wearing these again today" she laughed to herself. She slipped the socks on and then slid into her size 9 Nike sneakers.
Maureen was still getting undressed when Cindy glanced her way as she stood up and gave her a nod and a smile as she left.
Maureen put on a sports bra and a gray tee shirt over it along with black shorts. She went into her bag only to discover that she didn't have another pair of ankle socks. With giving away her spare and washing the other pair, she had failed to replace them. She looked at the crew socks she had just been given and she smirked. "Probably the only clothes of someone like that that I can wear and it will fit me" she commented to herself as she brought her right foot up.
The socks felt weird. Maureen couldn't remember the last time she had worn crew socks. They felt tight on her right calf. She picked and plucked at it, adjusting it as best she could.
She switched feet and brought her left one up. She noticed she needed to repaint her toes. The gold polish was up from the bottom. She sighed and tugged the sock on.
She put her feet on the ground and made a face as the socks clung to her full calves "Oh well, quit being a baby about it" she said as she put on her size 8 Nike sneakers.
Cindy was nearing the end of her first lap. As she went around the last bend, her vision blurred momentarily and she shivered. Her left ankle almost felt like it was going to buckle and she would stumble but she didn't; everything cleared in the next second and she continued on the straightaway.
Maureen shivered as she stood up but after a good shake, she headed out to the track.
As she started to walk, she saw Cindy coming up.
Cindy started to smile. She noticed the woman was wearing her socks. As she came up she laughed, gave her a thumbs up and yelled out "Nice socks! They look good on you!"
Maureen smiled and waved "Thanks haha, glad you noticed!" But she shivered again and made a face as Cindy never broke stride and continued running.
Cindy's foot falls felt heavier to her, almost like she was stomping a bit as she ran. A single strand of her hair turned gray. She let out her breath harder than usual and as she drew in her next, she sucked at the air, pulling and gulping it; she had fallen out of rhythm.
"Damn, this isn't my day. I just don't feel good with my running today…my pace is off" Cindy thought as she continued on. She felt slower than normal. She felt a little pinch from her shorts on her inner thighs too. Discreetly, she plucked at her shorts but it only aggravated it more.
Her shorts were rubbing at her waistline now too "Jesus! What else can go wrong!" She was getting frustrated. She looked down as she ran and thought "Maybe I'm about to start my period. I look kind of bloated and I don't feel right…it's almost that time anyway. That must be it"
Cindy started to slow her pace to more of a leisurely jog.
Maureen made her first lap on the walking lanes "I think this is starting to work. I feel really good! Energetic" she thought as she picked up her pace and took in a deep breath.
With her baggy tee shirt, there was no way that she saw her belly shrink down an inch. She wasn't looking at her legs either as her thighs slimmed a tad. The 3 gray hairs woven into her browns lightened. They actually lighted to a shade lighter than her natural color; soon other hairs started to catch on and change color to a lighter shade of brown as well. The sunlight caught it as it changed from dark brown to light.
Maureen smiled and picked up her pace on her last lap. She wanted to test herself. She stepped over into the running lanes and started a light jog.
Her smile spread as an exhilarating high started to work over her "I'm doing it! This feels good! I'm not sucking air either! This is working!"
Cindy had slowed her pace; nothing felt right and she was frustrated. Halfway around her last lap, she stepped off the running lanes into the walking ones just to finish up and bring herself back around to the doors.
She was looking down at the track when out of the corner of her eye, she saw black Nike sneakers and white Nike crew socks jog past her on the inside.
Cindy's eyes widened in recognition of the middle aged woman jogging past her at a decent pace. "What the…?! Good for her. I haven't seen her run before, she's always walked. Maybe my socks are an inspiration"
Cindy put her head back and looked up into the bright sky. A few flecks of golden color appeared on her brown eyes. Her eyes turned hazel in color as she finished her lap and went inside.
Cindy stepped in and shivered. She thought it was just the air conditioning, but in that motion, her thighs grew larger, her calves thickened and her ass began to plump. With her next step, her tight shorts sucked up against her legs and ass uncomfortably.
She made a face and took a side step to dislodge them. She looked at the equipment and paused. "What should I do?" She thought and felt self-conscious suddenly about using any of the machines.
As Cindy hesitated and bit her lower lip, she rocked forward and rose up on her toes. A little tingle rode over them.
Inside her socks and shoes, Cindy's toes began to change.
Her toes started to shrink down shorter. As they diminished in size, they began to stiffen and lose their flexibility. Barely able to spread them now, Cindy's toenails shrunk down to fit atop her dwindling toes. They changed shape and in a blink, her nail polish changed from black to gold.
Cindy brought her feet back down but the changes in her feet now spread outward from her stubby toes.
Her feet shrank down a size in length, yet they grew wider and thicker as they did. Her soles thickened, the skin on her heels grew rougher and firmer.
Cindy took a step forward. She had finally decided to just use a stationary bike, but with her first step, her shoes felt wrong. Tight across the top but yet loose at her toes "Grrr!" She grumbled and stomped towards the bikes "What else can go wrong today?"
Maureen had kept running. Jogging through an entire lap on her own. She felt great at the end; sweaty, but accomplished.
She fanned herself, popping her shirt in and out as she caught her breath. Underneath her shirt, inside of her 38D sports bra, her nipples perked up. An undercurrent of electricity was running through her that Maureen dismissed as a runners high, but in fact, her breasts were shrinking down, becoming more compact and firmer.
She stepped inside and shivered as the cool of the air conditioning hit her.
As she shook, her thighs trimmed, her calf muscles slimmed and lifted and her ass tightened.
She blinked, adjusting her eyes to the lighting and her hazel eyes darkened to true brown.
Without hesitation, she went to the squat machine. Working it like she had done so a hundred times before, Maureen started to put in reps.
With each squat, a slight subtle change came to her. Her ass shrinking with one, her hips narrowing with the next, her stomach firming with the next. A pound melted away. Then 5 pounds.
After finishing a good set on the machine she stood up. Her hamstrings felt tight and she rose up on her toes to stretch them out.
Inside her shoes and socks, her toes pressed firmly down, they began to grow longer and change shape.
Her big toes stretched out longer and slightly wider. Each of her other toes then grew out accordingly to new lengths. The nails atop them shifted to fit these new toes better and the gild polish on them flashed, changing to black in a heartbeat.
Her long toes spread out naturally, spreading wider than she had ever managed to spread them before.
Her shoes grew tighter but she chalked it up to being hot. The changes continued to her feet.
They grew longer but narrower. Her arches rose up as her feet slimmed down and her heels softened.
Maureen kept spreading and flexing her toes trying to loosen up her shoes. She redid her ponytail tie as it seemed loose. Her hair was straight now but she absent-mindedly whipped it back and away.
Cindy redid her ponytail. Her hair was waver, almost curly and her fingers tangled briefly as she ran them through. Her eyes were narrowing, getting smaller and weakening subtly. Her nose itched and she rubbed it, twitching as it too began to shift and change shape. "I'm done" she said to herself disgusted. "What a waste of time today…I feel like shit" she shook her head and wiped down the bike. She tugged at her shorts and now, her sports bra tank top felt tight too.
Cindy's breasts were beginning to grow. She looked down and her chest seemed larger; swollen and crammed into her top. "I'm out of here" she headed to the locker room.
Maureen needed to wrap up; she needed to get going to pick her son up from baseball practice. She felt great; better than she had after any previous workout and she didn't want it to end.
Her eyes had grown larger. Her cheeks were rising up as her face slimmed down and her chin was more prominent than before.
She headed to the locker room with a smile.
Cindy snatched her gym bag out of the locker and she slammed it on the bench exasperated. She grumbled under her breath as she unzipped her bag; she wanted out of these clothes, she wanted to go home and go to bed.
She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her tank top. She had to peel it off her body, it felt so tight.
As the top came off, Cindy felt something that she had never experienced before. She felt her stomach and breasts jiggle.
"What the Fuck?!" She said looking down. A mixture of shock and confusion washed over her, clouding her thoughts. She couldn't comprehend why she looked like this. Her stomach was sticking out, kind of egg shaped while her breasts hung down.
Her hands hovered for a moment, almost afraid to touch. Then she poked her index finger into her stomach. It was soft and it gave way as she pressed in. "What the Actual Fuck?!"
She cupped her breasts. She had a noticeable underside now as they hung down and she slipped her fingers underneath and lifted them up, squeezing them, trying to coax them back to perkiness. "This isn't my body? I don't fucking look like this" she stammered as her mind searched for explanations and answers.
Cindy let go of her breasts. She felt, and heard, them slip against her chest. She looked further down; her thighs were squeezed into her shorts, they looked bigger and she confirmed it by slapping her hands on them and clutching them.
Cindy's jaw dropped. She spun on her heel and headed down the row towards the sinks and mirrors.
Maureen bounced into the locker room feeling light "Oh…she's here" popped into her head as she saw the woman she had interacted with heading away from her towards the far side of the locker room.
Maureen sat down; the bench felt harder. She untied her shoes but they still felt tight as she took them off. She was hoping to just adjust her socks but something just looked off.
Maureen lifted her heels off the ground. She could see the outline of her toes in the socks.
Her heart started beating faster. What her eyes were seeing wasn't matching her brain.
When she blinked, other things looked off too. Her thighs didn't look right. Her shorts were too loose. Her shirt was loose; it was hanging off her front.
She lifted her shirt and her eyes bulged.
Maureen sprung up and she lifted the shirt higher. Her stomach was nearly flat! "What the fuck?!" she blurted out as she let go of her shirt. She jumped when she heard an exasperated, shocked sounding "AAAAAHHHH!" come from across the room.
Maureen ran towards the call.
Getting to the mirror and the next few moments played out in slow motion. She skidded to a stop and her hands hit the cold porcelain of the sink. Her eyes focused on the mirror. Her eyes widened, her mouth opened in shock. The face looking back at her was not her own. At least not entirely.
"My eyes! My…my nose! My CHEEKS!" Her hands went to her face and she pressed down on her fuller cheeks.
Cindy saw her own mouth and jaw but a different chin. Her lips trembled. She yelped out.
Her eyes went down to her chest. Her breasts were definitely bigger. Her stomach was bigger, it even looked larger than it had just a minute ago.
Back up to her face. A slight familiarity. She saw someone running toward her but before she could get there, she felt her lips tingling and she focused on them.
Cindy's lips thinned, her slightly pouty mouth lifted and straightened. A few lines etched in. Her lips flicked and fluttered. Her teeth behind them started to shrink, changing shape and size and she bared her teeth as they clacked changing places. Even her tongue popped, getting thicker and shorter.
Maureen skidded to stop. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her jaw dropped seeing both of them. Their reflections were wrong.
Maureen saw her face in the mirror over the shoulder of the other woman but somehow, their features were both changed and still changing.
Maureen's eyes were big. Bigger than they were supposed to be. Big and dark brown. And not her own.
Her cheeks were sharper and her nose, while no larger, was definitely shaped differently.
Her lips quivered as she came into view. They began to plump up, filling out as the corners turned down into a small pout.
Maureen's skin was clearing up, smoothing out as the age lines filled in.
She felt her gums ache as her teeth grew larger, changing shape and position inside her shifting mouth.
Her tongue flattened and grew wider as it too changed, altering even the taste inside her mouth.
They looked at their reflections and at each other. Shock, awe, dismay and complete confusion all competed for the preeminent emotion.
Maureen's eyes dipped to Cindy's chest and she gasped. She recognized it immediately.
"What the…?! What the fuck is happening?" Maureen spat out.
"I…I don't know! This is…this isn't…FUCK!" Cindy yelled grabbing at her hair in fear and frustration "This isn't my fucking body!"
"Are…are we…no…no, we…" Maureen stammered trying to put into words. Her chin popped out a bit more prominently. Her jaw was shifting and she flexed it hearing popping noises. "Are we switching places?!" She finally managed.
Cindy's jaw weakened, slipping backwards as it dropped open once again because it made sense. It was why this body and face were vaguely familiar to her. It was this woman's body and face. "I don't even know her name!" Cindy thought.
Cindy felt her ears warm up. She moved her darker, waver hair back behind them as her ears changed shape. "That's impossible," Cindy whispered.
Maureen blinked hard and took off her glasses. She held them out and Cindy's eyes flashed to them. She didn't want to take them; she didn't want to. She put her hand out and didn't look at them when Maureen gave them to her.
Maureen's vision cleared once she took the glasses off. And if that were the case, this woman would need them. "My name is Maureen by the way" she said.
"Cindy" she replied softly, almost dreamlike in a way. Maureen gave a curt nod as her forehead shifted. Her eyebrows moved on their own accord and her eyelashes thickened.
"This is fucking unbelievable" Cindy uttered as more changes occurred on her face. Her forehead pulled down as her eyebrows and eyelashes changed. "This can't be real! This can't be happening!"
Her vision was growing blurry. As much as she didn't want to, she huffed and put the black frames on. Her vision improved immediately. It was now her prescription; her glasses, and they fit her face perfectly.
Maureen looked down. She scrambled, fumbling a bit as she took off her tee shirt.
Cindy yelped and Maureen gasped.
Maureen's jaw went up and down in mute shock. Her stomach was flat. She had a truly visible curve at her hips. Her collarbones were prominently forward and her sports bra was loose.
Maureen felt a tingle run through her breasts followed by a kneading, squeezing sensation. Her chin was planted firmly on her chest as she watched in wonder as her breasts shrank, lifted, and reshaped themselves into Cindy's breasts.
Cindy shivered as her breasts popped one more time. A quick, involuntary thrust of her shoulders made her chest jerk and her larger breasts grew out to their full size. They rounded as gravity took its toll and they settled in on her chest.
Cindy's mouth was an O of shock. Her stomach growled as it too rolled with a shudder to its new size and shape. "Look at this! Look at me!" She snapped "This isn't my fucking body! This can't be…I don't look like this!" Anger and frustration rang out in her voice as she now felt a tickle in her arms.
"NO!" Anguish in her voice as her muscles weakened and her trim and wiry upper arms plumped up with middle aged fat. Full and thick arms became hers in place of her formerly buff and sinewy muscle.
Maureen held her arms out as they pulsated. The plumpness dissipated, vanishing off her upper arms as they slimmed down and muscles popped out. A newfound strength radiated from her biceps and triceps.
Trim and sculpted arms without an ounce of excess fat were now Maureen's arms.
"Ohmygod!" She mumbled holding them up and out, watching them change before her eyes.
The changes continued down their forearms to their wrists and hands.
Maureen's work as a nurse made her hands rough and she kept her nails cut short, those factors along with simply their different genetics made their hands very different looking.
Maureen's fingers were short while Cindy's were long. Maureen already had her arms and hands up and out and now she splayed out her fingers as they went numb.
Cindy had watched her arms plump up in horror. Her hands were shaking as she put them up.
The skin on them began to get tougher. Additionally, marks and lines etched in as they aged before her fingers began to shrink backwards, getting shorter and thicker.
Her back nail polish on her fingers began to lighten and fade away, leaving plain nails that now too shrank back.
The extra length and sculpting of Cindy's nails became simple and plain short nails.
Maureen's eyes widened and she leaned in closer to her hands as they first smoothed out and softened before her fingers grew longer and thinner, much more delicate than her own hands.
She wiggled her fingers slightly as her fingernails grew out and became covered in black nail polish. Every one of them sculpted and filed with care and precision.
Cindy's shorts were getting uncomfortably tight, even to the point of tearing at a seam. She grit her teeth and had to shimmy her hips up and down to peel off the rest of her clothes.
She stopped them at her knees to take off her shoes and socks.
In everything else, she had forgotten about how her shoes hadn't been fitting her right.
She stepped on the back of her right shoe and popped her foot out. She had a pause. Then an epiphany.
She stared at her right foot in the black ankle sock. Maureen's sock. Her eyes darted to Maureen's feet, just clad in her crew socks and it all clicked.
"Our socks," Cindy said softly.
"What?" Maureen replied.
Cindy looked her dead in the eyes and said in a slow, enunciated voice. "Our. Socks" she paused. "Our Mother Fucking socks"
Maureen got it. She looked down at her own socked feet. She lifted her toes as her stomach dropped "oh"
"We switch socks; we switch bodies," Cindy added. She stepped on her left heel and popped her other foot out.
She dropped her shorts and panties, still rolled together as she stepped clear of them and now just stood in her socks.
Awkwardly and slightly off balance due to her changing body, she lifted her right foot and pulled off her sock.
There in the garish fluorescent lighting of the gym locker room, they both saw Maureen's foot on Cindy.
Cindy let out a disgusted sound through her nose as she saw those stubby toes painted gold but she used that foot to pull off her remaining sock to reveal a matching pair.
"Fuck me" Cindy said.
Maureen took a step back and bumped into a bench. She sat down and lifted her heels up as she bent over and pulled her socks off. She knew what she was going to see but despite that knowledge, she still gasped as she pulled off her right sock. "Ah!" She let out upon seeing a different looking foot emerge from her sock.
Long toes topped with black polish came out and she put her bare foot flat as she took off her other sock.
She couldn't help herself as she spread her toes apart, her eyes going wide at the sight.
They were both looking down at their feet. Their eyes going back and forth between their own and the other's. Maureen slowly pointed her toes on her right foot.
Cindy watched the agility and flexibility of her feet being controlled by another woman. She pointed her toes before a wave of frustration washed over her and she slapped her bare foot down on the tile floor with a flat smack.
Maureen looked up and recognized the look of anger and annoyance on Cindy's expressive face; a face and look that had been hers.
The look of disappointment wavered. She grit her teeth as she felt movement in her legs and upon looking down, the look broke back to wonder as her legs went through another change.
Cindy's legs had already thickened but they were not yet fully changed into Maureen's legs. With a quivering and a shake, her thighs steadily inflated, growing out in circumference.
Her calf muscles lowered and widened as her legs shortened.
Cindy, for being just 5'3", had long legs, but not anymore. Her stomach flipped and she experienced an odd sensation like riding a roller coaster as she shrank down about an inch and a half in height.
Maureen saw Cindy's expression change just as she too felt a trembling in her legs. Her calves stretched out, slimming down as her muscles rose up.
Her thighs trimmed and toned as they too elongated. Her stomach leapt like she was riding an elevator that took off suddenly.
Maureen's stocky legs lifted her up, extending her height an additional inch and a half.
She flexed her thighs muscles and rose up on the balls of her feet instinctively.
Maureen was now the taller of the two of them but as she rose up and stretched her legs, it truly made the difference noticeable.
She lowered back down a bit shocked to be looking down on Cindy.
Cindy had to raise her eyes to the now taller Maureen. She felt her ass and hips begin to move again and dreaded what was in store for her ass.
Small, tight, powerful, desirable; Cindy knew she had a great ass to accentuate her incredible figure. Now, her figure was quite different and her ass was growing.
Little pinches could be felt as fat pockets expanded. Her skin stretched as flesh built up. Her ass grew and her hips spread outward.
Cindy felt sturdier, more in balance with this body as her center of gravity aligned.
Maureen was still wearing shorts and panties, which she now felt loosening around her legs. Her ass was tight, her muscles clenched as everything moved up higher and tighter.
Her hips narrowed and lifted, becoming more prominent in her build and curves.
Maureen's cotton shorts rose up as her ass hardened into Cindy's desirable rear end; an effect bubble to accentuate her body.
Cindy started to say something but never got more than a "Pah" sound from her mouth before her cheeks turned bright red and she looked down in renewed shock.
The most intense vibration emanated from her lower abdomen and her entire focus shifted to what she realized was changing.
Her knees buckled and she brought her legs in together, squeezing them tightly as she squirmed and bit her lower lip.
Her vulva was shifting, lubricating itself as the skin morphed and moved.
Her vagina rearranged, her uterus pulsated as it too became the uterus of another woman.
The changes rushed down her fallopian tubes, causing changes as they settled in her ovaries. The very eggs and DNA that Cindy carried now irrevocably switched to Maureen's.
A small wet spot appeared on the front of Maureen's shorts. She blushed as her entire body was caught up in the most intense whirlwind of emotions and physical sensations.
Her most intimate changes were starting. Her vulva slid and shifted. Her vagina reshaped itself and her uterus rolled as it changed into Cindy's. An intense pulsating and tingling ran through her body, chilling her spine and numbing her toes.
Her fallopian tubes stretched and her ovaries swelled as her eggs inside reprogrammed themselves to align with Cindy's very DNA and traits.
They had truly and completely switched bodies with one another.
There had been an electricity surrounding them that now dissipated. Complete silence and a stillness fell on them. Both women were frozen in place, afraid to move, too shocked to scream.
Cindy's eyes stared straight ahead at a bank of lockers. She had to force herself to blink and to stop holding her breath.
She started breathing heavier as disjointed thoughts popped into her head. Faces and names, a movie scene. A snippet of a song together with a heavy dress swaying with her.
She swallowed and pulled her shoulders back. In her peripheral vision she saw slight movements and she heard a clearing of a throat before she heard her own voice coming from outside her body say "Holy shit"
Cindy turned and saw herself standing there.
Maureen was looking down when she spoke with her new voice for the first time; the words just slipped out. She was looking down at her body. Her body. This young, thin, supremely fit body was hers.
Somehow, she had just switched bodies with another woman.
Thoughts came to her mind that made no sense. They flew in rapidly and seemingly had no connections, they were so random.
Her eyes slowly crept down her body all the way to her long toes. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a set of stubby toes. Toes that had been hers. They slowly lifted and fell. The other woman, Cindy, was shifting her weight and stance.
Maureen looked the other woman up. Seeing her body, her own body from an outside perspective, from a different set of eyes was mind blowing.
Maureen made her way up, scanning her body. When she got to her face, Cindy's expression was a mixture of confusion, shock and anger.
"Hey" Maureen said cautiously "are you…?"
Cindy turned her head and she twitched seeing and recognizing the face looking back with such clarity.
"What?!" Cindy replied in a deeper voice; one dripping with contempt mixed with anger and annoyance. "What the fuck?! What the actual Fuck?!"
Cindy was awake and reacting "How the fuck did you steal my fucking body huh?! What are you? Some kind of witch or something?"
"Hey I am just as confused by this as you are! I had nothing to do with causing this…this, whatever this is!" Maureen replied.
"Bull fucking shit you didn't! Look at me!" Cindy looked down to saggy breasts, a pooched out stomach, and thick thighs. All the way down to her now short little toes "I'm you! I'm old and out of shape! Do you have any idea how long I've been working my ass off on…" Cindy stammered and paused. More thoughts were bombarding her and she shook her head, frustrated.
Cindy grabbed a fresh towel and wrapped it around herself "I live for fitness and taking care of my body and now…fucking look at me I'm almost 46 years old and" she stopped and cocked her head "Why do I know that?"
Maureen gave her a confused look but agreed "I would be turning 46 in like 6 weeks but…"
"Instead you'll be just…" Cindy started.
"31!" Maureen blurted out.
"Now I'm really creeped the fuck out!" Cindy exclaimed "Your name is Maureen Lynn Adams. You're originally from Ohio. You're an Orthopedic nurse…" Cindy was rolling off these facts having no idea where they were coming from "You've been married for 20 years to Dan…2 kids 17 and 14…shit! I can see your house inside and out…your car…Fuck!"
"You're Cindy Marie Crane…graduated USC degree in Finance and Administration. Soccer player in school, um, ran your first marathon last June. You've been dating Thomas for almost 2 years. You have an apartment, you just lease that new Jeep. Shit, shit, shit! This is way more! This is deep" Maureen said. "I'm getting all kinds of stuff like where your desk is and email passwords and…Jesus! What's happening to us?!"
Cindy just shook her head. Two other women came into the locker room and headed to the showers. Maureen blushed "We need to get dressed. We can talk outside of here and try to figure this out"
Cindy nodded curtly with pursed lips. She bent down and gathered up her rolled up shorts and panties along with her socks and shoes.
Maureen gathered up her clothes and started to walk back to their lockers and she immediately noticed how different everything felt. Lighter steps and footfalls, a longer gait, totally different sway to her hips, ass and arms. Even her hair brushing her shoulders and back felt weird.
Cindy noticed a world of difference with her steps. Shorter legs with thighs that rubbed. She felt like she was stomping across the room trying to keep up with Maureen.
Maureen stopped in front of Cindy's locker "um…" she bit her lip awkwardly.
"They're not going to fit me! Put on my damn clothes" Cindy said, slapping her discarded clothes against Maureen's chest.
Maureen smiled for the first time.
Cindy went past to Maureen's locker. She sighed heavily.
"There's fresh underwear in the bag," Maureen said.
"Not for you. I didn't pack any extras" Cindy shrugged.
"Sweaty underwear…whole sweaty outfit or change back into her work clothes?" Maureen asked herself before grabbing the tan skirt, white top and bra Cindy had worn in.
She took off her shorts and underwear. They were loose anyway and her stomach fluttered as her fingers brushed against her firm ass.
Maureen had to keep stealing glances at herself and this body. Cindy was unwrapping her towel in her own world as Maureen gave her breasts a quick caress and her nipples just enough of a pinch to make her body tingle.
Maureen unwound the panties from the shorts. They were damp and it crossed her mind to just go without and put the skirt on. A quick glance sideways and she tucked both the shorts and panties away and simply stepped into the tan skirt.
It fit perfectly.
Cindy bent over the gym bag and dug through it. "God!" She fumed internally as her breasts swung and her stomach folded. "Fuck this body!"
She pulled out the clean underwear and stepped into it. She pulled out the waistband and felt the elastic grow tight at the top of her thighs.
Her ass and front though she was finally covered. She patted the front and shuddered, trying to get used to the fact that this was her body and she would have to use it.
Cindy grabbed the nude bra and whipped it on. She was rushing through, grabbing the scrubs off the hooks in the locker and slamming her arms and legs through and yanking the scrubs on.
Covered up and dressed, Cindy exhaled and tried to compose herself "Pull it together. Keep your head straight. Calm down and figure this shit out" she told herself.
Maureen took Cindy's nude bra out; noticeably smaller than her own, it was a 34C. She inhaled and put it on, stealing a quick glance at her cleavage as she brought out the white blouse and slipped it on, adjusting to having long nails as she buttoned it up.
Both were still barefoot and both happened to steal looks downward.
Maureen tapped her toes as she grabbed the pair of tan flats and dropped them to the ground at her feet.
"What are we going to do?" Cindy asked.
"For whatever reason, we're picking up more and more of each other's thoughts. I know you feel it too. It's like I'm all me and all you in my mind" Maureen said.
Cindy nodded "I do know what you mean, it's like I can access you when I need to. I can't explain it but I know it's there"
Cindy picked up the socks from the bench."I think we should switch socks again to see if we switch back"
Maureen wrinkled her nose in disgust "Why?!"
"Because; if that's what swapped us initially, we should try to switch back," Cindy said.
She plopped down on the bench and grabbed the white Nike crew socks.
A quick look at her thick soles and short toes as she pulled her socks on. She looked at Maureen "Well?"
Maureen felt something different. A defiance.
She was actually thrilled with this new situation for herself. Sure it was scary and a whole lot of unknowns lay ahead but she didn't want to go back. At least not yet. Maybe after some time had passed.
"No" she said succinctly and gave Cindy a look that said "Just try me"
"But I think we both need to…uh…put on our original socks if we…" Cindy faltered.
"I don't think our socks had anything to do with this," Maureen said confidently. "I've shared clothes with a bunch of different people over my entire life. Never have I ever switched bodies with them"
Cindy was taken aback. She didn't know what to say.
"I think that this was just spontaneous. Like it was just supposed to happen so it did. I think we both got the body we deserve" Maureen was talking herself into it. She wanted to explore. Explore a different path. Live the life of a single woman; let alone this woman who was better looking than she had ever even dreamed of being. No way she would simply take 5 minutes in a body like this. She wanted to play.
Cindy was flabbergasted "But…but" she said standing up "You're not even going to try?!"
"Look, I will text you and call you and check in. We can meet up here tomorrow or, you know, some other night but you need to get going. You need to pick up your son from practice" Maureen said.
"Oh shit you're right" Cindy said before she even realized what she was saying. She stopped and did a double take.
Maureen looked down at the tan flats and it took everything she had not to smile.
She eased her bare feet into her shoes. They fit perfectly, her toes settled into the worn divots in them. They felt so right on her feet.
Maureen zipped up her gym bag and grabbed what was now her purse. "I'll check in on you later okay"
Cindy nodded "Okay" she said in a daze.
Maureen had a bounce in her step as she headed to her Jeep. She gave Cindy a smile and a wave as she pulled away.
Cindy stood in the parking lot in shock. "What? What just happened?" She looked down at her body. She looked at her car, her purse, her gym bag, her keys, her phone; all different from what she had walked in with, all Maureen's.
"This isn't real" she said, still standing there "This can't be real…I'm dreaming" but as she stood there she started seeing more and more of her life as Maureen. She heard a different voice inside of her head. A voice that was a bit deeper; Maureen's voice "You know where the baseball fields are, you need to get going"
Despite not wanting to face this, despite not wanting to take another step in this body and life, Cindy found herself putting her bags in the back seat and climbing behind the wheel, driving off in a daze to her new life.
She was going down the street when she glanced in her rear view
She jumped and let out a scared little yelp seeing her hazel eyes. Her heart pounded and her breathing increased as she gripped the steering wheel tightly. "Calm down. You can do this. You can pull this off until you can figure out how to switch back into your body again. You know yourself and you can access Maureen to be her too. It's like acting, just have to act like this…I'm sure in a day, a week max, we will switch back. It's like Freaky Friday shit…1 day and I'll be back"
Maureen backed out and shivered "Holy fucking fuck!" She squealed in delight "How did I talk to her like that? I just told her no! I'm keeping her body and life!" She looked in her rear view mirror and smiled instantly "Fuck! I'm fucking hot! I have never looked like this! I must be dreaming but if I am I sure as Hell don't want to wake up!"
Maureen could barely sit still at stop lights. She kept checking out her body and face. Looking down, touching, patting, squeezing, looking in the mirror.
She knew where she was going. She knew exactly how to get to her apartment.
She couldn't wait to get there. "No way I ever want to go back to being plain old Maureen! Fuck that!"
Maureen acknowledged that she would miss her husband and kids. She felt bad for that part. She promised that in time, she would try to explain to them or try to become a part of their lives in some way in the future if it came to that.
But this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. A chance to go a different way down a completely different path and live a life that she never thought possible.
"If somehow we do swap back, I would accept that…but that just means I need to.do as much as possible and live it up while I can" Maureen resolved.
Her heart was pounding as she parked and jumped out. Her tan flats slapped at the ground in her rush to get inside.
Maureen appreciated how light she felt and the bounce in her step naturally.
Her hands shook as she tried to unlock the door. Finally, the door swung open and she stepped inside.
Maureen gasped. It was all familiar to her yet brand new and invigorating.
She was alone though now.
Maureen just wanted to scream and squeal in joy. But she knew that would only draw neighbors to her place. So instead, she ran down the hallway to her bedroom.
She jumped on her bed and buried her face in her pillow so she could scream.
Eventually, Maureen composed herself. She flipped onto her back and stretched her long legs out in front of her, crossing them at her ankles. "I'm going to like it here," she said.
She got up and sauntered to the closet. She went through outfits, smiling at each one and seeing herself in them.
She came to the classic little black dress and she took it off the hanger and laid it on the bed while she searched through her shoes.
4" black stilettos "Perfect" Maureen purred.
No underwear; she slipped the tight dress on and sighed in bliss at how it felt on her.
She ran her hands over her flat stomach moving out to her hips.
She perched on the edge of the bed and relished the feel of her feet going into the highest heels she had ever worn.
The slight scrape as she pointed her long toes and watched them go in. The slight squeeze and tightness around her toes.
She felt the muscles along the bottoms of her feet stretch as she stood, her arches popped and her strong ankles adjusted naturally.
Maureen stood in front of the mirror and was mesmerized "Fuck me" she whispered. She couldn't stop smiling and staring.
Maureen's right hand went to her thighs. She let it slide over her soft skin, feeling the strong muscles underneath. Her fingers made it to her inner thighs and began to move upward.
Just the slightest brush against her pussy caused an intense wave of pleasure to wash over her.
She shivered from head to toe. Her spine tingled, her lips went numb and her left hand grabbed her left breast and she began to caress it. Pinching her nipple as her index and middle fingers of her right hand slipped inside her caused her knees to buckle.
She moaned out, trembling as she continued to explore.
Maureen bit her lower lip; she had to sit down on the edge of the bed, her legs had grown weak in anticipation.
She hiked her dress up and spread her legs as her hand worked faster and faster.
Her left hand squeezed and massaged her pert breasts as her hips now locked forward.
Maureen began to sweat as she felt an intensity building. Her calves tightened, her body froze up as just her right hand continued until she screamed out.
Her knees suddenly snapped together. Her right hand pressed down as she climaxed like never before. The intensity of her orgasm was indescribable. Her whole body rocked.
She had never came like that before.
The excitement of being in another woman's body combined with the actual physical abilities of that body had resulted in a mind blowing orgasm.
It took several minutes for her to recover enough to even move.
Her mind ran the entire time accessing more and more of Cindy's life and thoughts.
Eventually, she managed to stand. She grabbed her phone and brought up her boyfriend Thomas 'I'm fucking horny as Hell! Where are you?' She text.
Cindy was dazed. So confused "This is fucking unreal" she told herself as she got into her SUV and let auto pilot kick in.
"I'll play along until I can figure this all out. We will swap back in like a day and I will laugh about this in the long run" she glanced into her rear view mirror and saw her small hazel eyes framed by black glasses and she shivered.
"Please don't make me be like this forever" she thought "I don't want to be like this! This isn't me!" She felt frustrated and upset about everything