“Come on Rachel…why aren't you getting ready? It's Friday night! Aren't you going out with me tonight? You know we always go out” Megan Richards asked her best friend and roommate Rachel Adams, who was currently sitting curled up on the couch in leggings and an old gray sweatshirt.

Rachel rolled her eyes “God I really don't want to.. I'm really not feeling it” she curled up tighter.

“What?! Come On Rach…” Megan's eyes widened.

“No…I'm tired of being your wingman every single week. I just want to stay in for once. Every week we go out and you dance and drink and flirt and I sit by myself at the bar guarding your drink and sometimes your shoes” Rachel said dramatically.

Megan sighed and sat down next to her friend “But I need you. I want you to come out with me”

“But I don't have any fun. I never have any fun. I sit there nursing a drink in a loud, sweaty club making sure you don't get roofied. I come home with a headache, smelling like shit…yeah, ooo…great” Rachel shrugged and made a face “And as much as I don't want you roofied. I'm just sick and tired of it”

Megan was dumbfounded; struck by her friend. “I…I honestly had no idea you felt that strongly about it” she sounded soft and truly concerned. She patted Rachel's ankle.

“Sorry but, I had to finally say something” Rachel was not someone who usually stood up for herself. She and Megan had been friends since the 2nd grade but Megan had always dictated the terms and been the leader.

Rachel was just plain. She was easily overlooked. Short at 5’2” with no real distinguishing features in either her body or face. She dressed plainly, conservatively even with long skirts and flats in earth tones to go with her hazel eyes and short brown hair. She even had a boring job in accounting.

Megan was the ultimate extrovert. She was upbeat and bubbly, 5’9” with blonde hair, blue eyes and a bright smile. She had long legs and perfect breasts which she showed off in tight clothes and high heels. She worked as an event planner and a public relations representative with a company that counted very famous and elite people in their ranks.

Megan was thinking. She didn't know if she should do what she was thinking “What if it were you getting the attention?” She asked softly.

Rachel scoffed loudly “Yeah, like that would ever happen?” She replied skeptically.

“But what if it could?” Megan cocked her head slightly

Rachel just looked at her friend confused “You're not making any sense”

“I really shouldn't be telling you this or showing you this either…it's still in development and it's incredibly top secret” Megan said bringing out her phone “But my Company has been working on an incredible app that could literally change the world and everyone in it”

Rachel furrowed her brow skeptically “Really. A phone app that can change the world”

Megan sat up straighter and smiled looking more self-assured. “Yes! In its own way…absolutely” she leaned in “It's an application that would allow someone to trade physical and, maybe eventually even mental traits between them and someone else”

“What?” Rachel said plainly “That not only sounds insanely impossible but…change the world?”

“Think about it for my clients. Let's say Sydney Sweeney just wants to go grocery shopping for once and not get hassled. She switches out her boobs and eyes and hair with her next door neighbor. Boom! Nobody recognizes her, she can do whatever and…her neighbor's husband gets the thrill of a lifetime! His wife has Sydney's breasts for a few hours!” Megan laughed.

Rachel just stared.

“Or think about how much we could raise for charity! Imagine how much someone would pay to get to go to the Met Gala as Kim Kardashian!” Megan added gleefully as Rachel just furrowed her brow deeper.

“But tonight…I'm thinking about trying it out on us! You can take any, and I do mean any traits from me and then we reverse roles for the night! You take whatever you want from me and have my night! Be in my shoes for a change and I'll take your role! I'll guard your drink and let you have the night you deserve!”

“This makes absolutely no sense! It's impossible to switch bodies or, or traits with another person…or whatever you're talking about” Rachel said, somewhat frustrated by Megan going on and on about it.

“But if it were possible, would you do it?” Megan asked seriously, her tone changing.

Rachel closed her eyes and sighed and even while shaking her head, she replied “Yeah…sure. Why not?” She laughed.

“You would! You will?!” Megan perked back up to her usual bubbly self, leaning forward eagerly, her hands together in a prayer fashion.

“I mean, yeah, sure…who wouldn't want to look like you? Duh.” Rachel replied “You've gotten every bit of attention since I've known you”

Megan blushed but was also smiling excitedly. “This is going to be so exciting! I can't wait to see what you pick! And to see how we both end up turning out! I'm actually really looking forward to this!”

Rachel made a face and still not believing it, shook her head again but by now, Megan's thumbs were flying over her phone. Just signing in took several layers of security.

Megan's heart was racing and her stomach flipped and fluttered as she made her way into what was still a very experimental process. She had only been given access to show a prototype to some of her very wealthy and prestigious clients, not to mess around with a very tenuous and fickle scientific experiment.

Yet, here she was.

Megan scanned both of their bodies, data compiling and building up full profiles on both of them.

“This seems quite detailed,” Rachel said cautiously as she looked over at Megan's phone. Details were incredibly accurate on screen.

Megan could magnify in and pick up every little thing. She had full body images of the two of them on her screen side by side. She could jump between the picture version and a list of all of their vital statistics.

“I know right…” Megan said in a voice full of wonder and possibility. She brought back their pictures and closed in on their faces.

Rachel had been skeptical but now, seeing them in close up, something broke and spilled forth inside of her. “Why DOES she get to look like that and I'm stuck looking like me?! My plain ass face…I've always played second to her. Always! You know what? Why the fuck not?!” Memories of school, especially dances rose up showing her just how long this had been going on. “I was her wingman at 14! Time to see how you like it”

Rachel composed herself before speaking. She heard Megan saying “what would you start with Rach?”

“Eyes” she found herself saying in an almost out of body experience. Her rather narrow hazel eyes compared to Megan's big blue ones was stark.

“Perfect!” Megan replied instantly “Oh this is going to be so exciting…getting to see you with my eyes and getting to see myself with yours. Literally seeing the world through each other's eyes!”

“Yeah” Rachel added quietly. She felt butterflies erupt in her stomach suddenly as Megan thumbs typed away.

The two of them saw the screen show their request ‘Switch Eyes’ and a bar steadily rising through percentages until it hit 100%.

‘Initiating Switch’

The screen immediately switched to their pictures, close up on their faces. Rachel began blinking frequently as a dryness hit her eyes accompanied by a sensation of her eyes opening wide; as wide or wider than they've ever been.

Megan felt a similar dryness but accompanied by a pinching sensation at the corners of her eyes.

They were mesmerized by their images on Megan's phone in spite of what they were feeling.

Rachel's widening eyes were joined by her jaw dropping. Megan tensed, her shoulders tightened and she held her breath.

There, on the screen, they watched as Rachel's eyes grew larger as Megan's shrank down. Megan's eyes darkened from light blue to that mixture of green and brown with flecks of gold while Rachel's turned sky blue.

The picture changed back to their stats page where it was now listed that Rachel's eyes were blue and Megan's eyes were hazel.

The screen cut made them both aware of their stares and they looked around.

Rachel's eyes watered and blurred as she looked up. The world returned to focus but things looked off. Different. Colors seemed muted.

Megan blinked and squeezed her eyes shut “Whoa…how weird and trippy was that! The pictures are so realistic! Like, that's what it would look like if you had…” she looked down and around looking at her friend.

Megan's chest clenched tight, her heart took off racing, she couldn't believe it “...my…” she said dreamily before she gasped loudly as it all hit her. “OHMYGOD Rachel! You have my eyes! Like…it worked! It really fucking worked!”

Rachel heard the exclamation and she spun towards Megan, her mind and senses trying to comprehend and catch up to what she was really, actually seeing. There, right before her was her friend that she recognized for life, yet, different. Megan's big blue eyes were gone. Replaced by her own narrow hazel eyes.

“Hooooooo….Holy Shit!” She quickly stood up, staggering as her hands flew to her own face “No fucking way! No way!”

Megan was up, running to her bedroom mirror. “AAAAHHH!” She squealed upon seeing herself reflected back with different eyes.

Rachel was suddenly self-conscious, worried that Megan was horrified with what she had done and that she would come right back and demand that they swap their eyes back.

Instead, Megan cried out “Rachel! This is so frickin Awesome! Come here! Come on! I wanna see us together!”

Rachel allowed herself to smile as she slinked into Megan's bedroom. Megan looked ecstatic; smiling widely, joy reflected in those hazel eyes of hers.

Megan grabbed Rachel by the arm, giggling as she pulled her over next to her so they stood side by side in the mirror.

Megan gasped again “Ohmygosh Rachel! You look great! Like…my eyes absolutely suit you!”

Rachel mumbled “um…thanks” as she flipped her hair off her forehead, still disoriented by the sight of her face with these big blue eyes.

“And I think there's something to be said for me with hazel eyes” she laughed “it looks really cool” Megan added gleefully, maybe even with a touch of seduction in her voice.

The disbelief was there but Rachel was starting to let her hesitation go, to suspend that disbelief and lean into this. Her eyes really were pretty and if Megan was obviously so into it…why shouldn't she be too.

Rachel looked at Megan, who was stifling her smile “You DO, look good with my eyes” Rachel had to laugh

“I know right!” Megan quickly agreed. “We have to do more!” She added, grabbing Rachel by the arm and yanking her to follow her back to where her phone was.

Rachel's stomach flipped nervously as Megan grabbed her phone. She had several ideas for what else she might want, but she didn't want to get cocky and push it too far.

“Okay girlie! What's next?” Megan asked.

“Um…” Rachel was nervous and her throat tightened.

“Don't be shy! Be honest!” Megan said.

“Okay…I would want your height” Rachel admitted.

Megan threw her head back and laughed “Haha of Course you do! That's great! I had a sneaking feeling that you would be asking for that…get your own long legs!”

“Make you shorter than me for a change” Rachel added as Megan cocked her eyebrow “Touche” she smiled.

“Something I truly never thought possible: Me actually being the taller one,” Rachel said.

“I told you that this would change the world, but you didn't believe me. And let me just add, being shorter than you is giving me an odd little thrill!” She giggled “Seeing you at my size. While I'm your size.” She grinned, a glint in her eye.

Rachel blushed and laughed “Ohmygosh Megs…you're making me blush even harder than I had been. Making me admit what I want of yours”

“It's good for both of us. I am digging your choices!” She admitted with an easy laugh.

Megan walked over and stood next to Rachel. She pulled up the full body pictures of them “You are going to absolutely love being tall…I think I like the idea of you at 5’9” Megan said.

“I think I like the idea of a 5’9” me and like you said, the role reversal that comes with our height getting flipped. Me looking down at you instead of up”

“And me having to look up at you” Megan was getting quite worked up by the idea. This was very thrilling to her now that she was involved in it. It had sounded fascinating in concept but once it was actually occurring to them, it was exponentially exhilarating.

Megan spun her phone so they could both see it. They were both excited and smiling as she typed in ‘switch height’ immediately underneath their pictures, their heights displayed: 5’9” under Megan and 5’2” beneath Rachel.

They shared a giggle and look of excitement as ‘Initiating Switch’ came up with the bar building up percentages “Ready to try out being tall?!” Megan asked giddy.

Rachel nodded enthusiastically “I've been ready for this my whole life” she laughed “I can't wait to call you shorty!”

Upon hearing her friend say those words, Megan got the strangest sensation yet. An icy tingling in her spine combined with a throbbing warmth in her abdomen “calling me shorty…her teasing me about MY height…about what will be MY look…Fuck this is so fucking intense!” Megan thought, gently biting her lip, waiting for them to reverse their heights, to completely flip a 7 inch height difference from towering over her to being the one being towered over.

Rachel felt an anticipation like never before as the bar finally hit 100%.

Rachel shivered. Her bare feet pressed down against the ground, her toes turned white as she froze motionless.

Rachel felt her core muscles clench. Then her back muscles stretched and she began to move despite standing still.

She felt her leggings sliding upward. The skin tight pants moved steadily upward, exposing her calves.

“Ah!” Rachel gasped, her toes pointed inward as she saw the floor moving farther away “Am I?” She put out her arms and watched her hands slide out on lengthening arms.

Megan had still been dressed in her outfit from work: a white blouse and navy blue dress pants with wide legs.

She felt butterflies erupt in her stomach along with a sense of her back pressing down. She too pressed her feet against the floor but almost immediately, she lost sight of her feet as her pant legs dropped and covered them.

More and more material pooled on the ground at her feet and she had to hold her hair back as she stared down, the floor came closer, rising up.

She flipped her hair back as she looked up at Rachel who was staring at her hands. Megan gasped seeing Rachel's arms lengthening, the cuffs of her sweatshirt sliding back from her wrists.

She put up her own hands only to see how loose her sleeves had become and to emphasize her point, she dropped her arms to her sides to see how long her tailored blouse had become on her shrinking and changing body. The cuffs now covered her palms, stopping at her knuckles.

They both were trying to take in everything, their own changes, the changes to the other, and, the images and progress on the phone.

Megan caught a glimpse of her phone screen and saw the two of them and even if it was just for a split second, she saw the numbers at the bottom reading Megan 5’5” and Rachel 5’6”. She clearly saw the numbers flip to 5’4” and 5’7”.

She looked at her friend clearly recognizing that even though both of them were moving around, Rachel had surpassed her in height and became taller than her.

That thought honestly thrilled her in a way she had never thought possible.

“Rachel!” She exclaimed, getting her attention.

Rachel's expression was one of awe which then changed to delight as she recognized that she was now looking down at her friend.

Their heights continued adjusting, altering their bodies and their points of view. Looking up instead of down and vice versa for the two of them.

Rachel felt a popping in her spine and she rolled her neck and lifted her shoulders in response. Blinking and smiling, feeling the lift in her stomach along with the stretching of her arms and legs, she rose up to her new, full height of 5’9”. She giggled as the sensation subsided, shivering again as she realized this change was complete. Instinctively, she rose up on the balls of her feet to lift her even taller. “Whoa” was all she could say as she laughed.

Megan had watched the last 2 inches swapped, watching Rachel rise up above her, growing taller even as she was shrinking. Their height gap had reversed completely and Megan had gone from 7 inches taller than her friend to 7 inches shorter. She shivered as she felt her stomach settle and she relaxed her feet, hidden by her wide pant legs. She kicked out, trying to free them but she was only able to get the quickest peek at the tips of her toes.

Her leg felt different as she kicked out, its shortness was instantly apparent. Her pants felt tighter across her thighs and were ill-fitting around her ass and hips too in conjunction with being way too long.

There was a weight on her chest, a heaviness that wasn't unwelcome as she came to the realization that she was at Rachel's chin level. “Whoa” she echoed, her hazel eyes as wide as they could be.

Rachel looked down with a sense of vertigo, her senses and body compensating for her new perspective “Well this is certainly a drastic change”

Megan looked up and chuckled “Yeah …you're telling me” she swallowed hard, a vast mixture of emotions swirling through her. She flipped her arms and hands in her now too large clothes. Clothes that had been tailored to her body, no longer fit her at all. She caught a glimpse of Rachel's lower legs. Her leggings stretched tight and pulled higher. Rachel's feet looked bigger too.

Megan grabbed her phone to check. Rachel peered easily over Megan's shoulder to see the screen. She smiled broadly seeing the image of them next to one another on screen, with her as the taller one, listed as officially 5’9” and Megan as 5’2”

Megan flipped to their stats page and saw other stats had changed too. Megan's shoe size was now listed as a 7 and Rachel's was now a 9. They hadn't exchanged feet, yet their sizes had adjusted to these new bodies.

Their weights had not changed but everything was redistributed. Both women weighed right around 150 pounds but at their new adjusted heights, Rachel looked tall, lithe and slender and Megan was fuller and thicker at her height.

Megan's upper arms felt bigger. She blushed as it hit her that her thighs and ass had grown fuller as her body compacted.

Rachel's hands explored her thinner, elongated midsection. Even in her crappy clothes, she could easily tell the improvement in her body.

“Um…” she looked down at her own feet and lifting and wiggling her toes said “Did my feet grow?”

Megan nodded “Apparently…according to our stats page you're now a size 9”

“But that's your size!” Rachel replied.

“Not anymore…I'm now a 7” their eyes met as they acknowledged that their feet had changed sizes with each other's size.

“Guess we will find out what it's like in each other's shoes” Rachel stated with a smirk.

“That’s not the only size that changed between us” Megan teased in a single song voice.

Rachel looked confused and waited for her next clue. Megan grabbed her left breast from the bottom and lifted it, letting it fall.

“No way!” Rachel exclaimed

Megan nodded slowly “Yep! Bra size is showing on here as flipped. I'm now a 38C and you are listed as a 36B”

“Oh!” Rachel sounded genuinely surprised. Her face showed a bit of embarrassment yet happiness.

“I thought I felt, well, um…bigger” Megan blushed and smiled looking down.

“Yeah but I'm still just trying to take stock” Rachel admitted “I'm trying to just get used to my height. Like everything is off. I can tell my body changed along with it but in what ways”

“You look great!” Megan blurted out

“Thanks! Haha…I guess I'll take that” Rachel replied.

“No seriously…like I said, the blue eyes suit you but, um, so does the increased height. You look natural? I guess that's the best way to put it” Megan added awkwardly.

“Oh” Rachel blushed a fresh bloom of red “I think you look super cute at your new height too”

Now Megan blushed “Really?! I think I might like it too” she turned a bit in front of the mirror “At least in clothes that fit I think I will be”

Both women looked in the full length mirror. They both actually really liked what they were seeing. Megan was supremely surprised to admit that to herself and there was no way she was going to say that out loud. Maybe it was the novelty of it but she was hoping that Rachel would push for more.

Rachel was reluctant to ask for more. She was not one who pushed. For anything. Let alone push past boundaries like this but she also didn't want to lose herself in this by swapping everything out or even swapping too much. But she knew she couldn't just swap their eyes and height and expect anything to change at all.

“So, there is no way you can be done” Megan said, bringing it up for her reticent friend “What are you thinking?”

“Hmmmm…I don't know. There's a few things but I'm not sure” Rachel hedged.

“Come on! Loosen the fuck up!” Megan laughed “You know we can play around and experiment! We've been friends for over 20 years!”

“I don't want you to get mad!” Rachel admitted.

“Mad?! Me?! What?!” Megan was genuinely confused “Never! Absolutely never girl! I brought this up to you. I want to see this and it sounds like I want to see it more than you!” She teased with a wink and a jut of her hip.

“Alright…my debate is with our hair. I know I want to try out your length and style but do I also want to be a blonde?” Rachel said.

“Oh you need to be blonde” Megan stated plainly. “We have got to go all the way with our hair”

“Okay haha” Rachel chuckled “Color and style it is then, you talked me into it”

Megan had her phone in her hands, she felt her stomach flip again as she brought up their pictures, bringing up the close ups of their faces. Megan with her long, flowing, thick, wavy blonde hair and Rachel with her shoulder length, thin, straight, light brown hair. ‘Switch Hair’

On screen, it began to show their changes as the toolbar advanced.

The sight was truly one to behold. They watched breathlessly as Megan's hair crept up, thinning and going straight as bangs cover her forehead while Rachel's hair grew out long and wavy and thick and very blonde.

Just as the preview ended on screen, ‘Initiate Switch’ popped up and they focused their attention on each other.

Rachel's scalp tingled and itched. Her jaw dropped as she felt her hair move on its own.

Megan gasped and clapped as she watched Rachel's hair grow longer and lighter. Her hair swept off her forehead and Rachel's eyes lifted before sweeping to the left to watch her hair grow in her peripheral vision.

Her hands came up and grabbed the extending tendrils. She tugged on her hair to verify it was really hers.

Megan reached up to scratch her forehead, which itched, something was moving there. She found bangs! Her hair was adjusting and changing into Rachel's.

She swung her chin left and right so she could see her hair rising up shorter.

Her hands grabbed her hair as it retreated, thinning and getting darker as it slipped between her fingers, up to just below her chin.

The tingling sensation intensified briefly before ending. They had switched hair.

They spun towards the mirror, squealing and fussing over their hair.

Their looks were dramatically different. Rachel ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, tossling it, flipping it, almost posing with it.

Megan caught it; caught the pout face Rachel threw to the mirror displaying her new look. Was she standing up straighter too?

Megan smiled as she examined this new version of herself. A reduced version? Smaller. Plainer. Yet, there was something appealing about this to her. She wasn't upset or displeased. She wasn't disappointed or scared. She was much more fascinated and she couldn't deny that it actually felt good. She wanted to go further.

Rachel looked at her face and still thought it was plain. The eyes and hair were focal points but they almost accentuated how plain the rest of her face was now. She wanted to go further.

Rachel leaned in, examining her face.

“What are you thinking?” Megan asked softly, in a probing tone

“I…mmmm…maybe my nose? Cheeks? I want something that brings out my face more but I don't want to just look completely like you, you know?” Rachel said.

“Yeah, I get that…I absolutely respect that,” Megan said. She looked at and examined her face in the mirror, looking for things she would be interested in giving away, a way to really blend them: Make Rachel more extraordinary while making herself more ordinary.

“I definitely think we should switch our cheeks…bone structure…it'll bring out your eyes and maybe your nose and lips more too. It's the place to start” Megan said.

“Okay, since you seem good with it” Rachel said and Megan began to type ‘Switch Cheeks’

As the toolbar progressed, their pictures altered and both liked what they saw. Rachel with high cheekbones and Megan with flatter, slightly pudgy cheeks.

Rachel nodded as it hit 100% and ‘Initiating Switch’ popped up. She felt the tingling in her face as it subtly rearranged.

She smiled seeing Megan's face become rounder, more innocent looking…wholesome?

Megan smiled seeing Rachel's face become more angular and pronounced. Sexier, definitely sultry with piercing eyes. Her higher cheeks did bring out her mouth more prominently as well evoking a look like Rebecca Ferguson.

Rachel liked what she saw in the mirror. She liked what Megan looked like now too “If only we had looked this way all along…think of how different high school would have been? Our entire dynamics switched” she thought. “Can I…can I try on some of your clothes?” Rachel asked and Megan squealed her instant approval “Absolutely! I get to dress you up like my own little Barbie doll!”

“Well, I'm not so little right now,” Rachel reminded her.

“Haha! No you're not are you?” Megan replied “All the better to fit into my clothes though”

“And you into mine” Rachel shot back.

Since they were already in Megan's room, she whipped the doors to her closet open with a flare worthy of a game show.

Rachel sauntered forward, a devilish smirk appeared as she contemplated her choices. She lifted the small sweatshirt off over her head before moving her hips to peel off the tight leggings. It felt freeing to take off her old clothes and reveal this new and improved version of her body. A flat stomach, a tight and lifted ass, trimmed thighs, longer calves with a better curve and bounce to them. Her smaller, firmer breasts sat higher, pert and perky as she removed her now ill-fitting bra. She no longer filled out the cups entirely and it was loose all around.

Megan didn't want to stare or gawk but she couldn't help but be impressed with what she saw. She couldn't deny that Rachel was simply gorgeous.

Rachel first took up a pair of Megan's panties and slipped them on; Skims no show.

The feeling Rachel experienced as she allowed herself to enjoy this moment was indescribable except that Rachel absolutely loved it.

The skintight dress slipped over her head and she maneuvered it into position, hugging and accentuating every curve and feature. Her ass popped, her hips jutted seductively, her breasts were put on perfect display as were her mile long toned legs.

A soft exhale slipped through her lips as she fluffed out her hair and leaned forward.

Megan went to the closet, her stomach flipping endlessly as she found herself wanting to completely give Rachel her look.

She picked out a pair of sparkling, shiny silver sandals. 3 inch heels that would take her up to 6’ tall, Megan got on her knees to help her friend get into her shoes.

Megan took Rachel's foot in hand and she gently placed it in her heels.

Rachel felt like Cinderella, being pampered and helped into heels. She felt Megan's hands guiding her foot underneath the straps and she wiggled her toes slightly adjusting

them as Megan buckled her ankle strap.

As they moved on to the left heel, Rachel admired the look of her now bigger feet fitting these size 9s so perfectly. She was literally in Megan's shoes.

Rachel posed for the mirror, taking in every different angle. She usually hated heels but now, they just seemed right and she found herself walking in them naturally.

“Hey, this might sound weird so if you don't want to do this, just say so” Rachel said, sparking Megan's interest as she stood back up.

“Oh? What's that?” Megan felt an incredible tug of curiosity

“When we go out tonight, can I tell guys that I have your job?” She bit her lower lip in anticipation.

“Sure! Of course you can!” Megan replied immediately and enthusiastically “I think that's hilarious! And if anyone asks me, I can tell them I'm an Accountant!”

Megan looked at her phone. “Hmmm…I wonder…” she opened it and began searching a bit, digging deeper into the program.

Megan knew there was a way to get to additional layers of the program. A way to link in to the two subjects social media and literally all of their information. She went into the three dots for additional information.

“Here we go…workplaces…college information…job titles…Yes! Haha! I can switch these!”

Rachel put her hands on her flat stomach and looked very curious at her friend who was now next to her, shorter than ever now that Rachel was in her heels. She found herself leaning down to look.

“Okay so…let's see how I can change these” Megan was thinking and searching “First…let's update our pictures” she said as a progress bar came up and, it took quite some time as it indicated ‘Updating all images…’

Across the Internet and all social media platforms…even as far as the DMV…their images are changed.

“College!” Megan laughed “You now have a degree in Hospitality Management with a minor in Communication Haha and my degree is now in Accounting” she talked as she typed. “And you are now listed on my Company's website in my…haha, old position! Senior Direct Client Representative and Event Coordinator. Rachel Adams” she smiled “And here I am with your company as CPA Megan Richards”

They both shivered as something deeper began to shift and change. They exchanged a look but neither spoke up except Rachel said “You need to get dressed for our night out”

Megan's smile wavered slightly now as she answered “Oh…oh yeah…I can't go out like this” she shook out her long sleeves.

They crossed to Rachel's room where they began to search for clothes.

She got out of her wide legged pants and really got a look at her compacted legs. Megan blushed as she examined her thicker thighs. She didn't know why, but she liked her legs this way. She craned her neck and head around getting different angles of them.

Behind the scenes, the app was stirring. The most recent changes in their profiles and degrees was setting off a chain reaction. As one thing changed, two more needed to adjust to keep up.

Rachel remarked how well Megan was adjusting to her shorter status, her thicker body.

Megan went to the dresser and pulled out black panties before also grabbing a pair of black tights.

Rachel tilted her head, approving the choice although it surprised her.

Megan sat on the corner of Rachel's bed and tugged on the tights. She smiled a bit shyly as she added a black skirt “What? I think it's cute” Megan said, a bit of hesitation and doubt in her voice.

“No! It is! It's just…me in this dress and you in something so…” Rachel said

“I know…it's so opposite of our usual” Megan finished as she popped off her tight bra. She shivered her shoulders as she was relieved to be released.

Rachel giggled at the sight and at Megan's softer body.

Megan picked out a nude bra in 38C. She also didn't want to say that there was an appeal to this softer body of hers. “It's more…fitting for me?” She questioned herself not realizing that her mind was changing in conjunction with her body. More of Rachel's introverted tendencies were manifesting in her.

She put on a gray top and slipped her smaller feet into black flats.

Rachel felt a swelling of joy and happiness. It hit her, lifting up from her very core as Megan stepped into her shoes. There was just something about it. A defining moment. A true moment where their swap was truly manifested. “I deserve this” she thought. No, she knew this was right and she smiled a bit wider, stood a bit straighter and taller and she was looking forward to going out.

Rachel couldn't drive in her heels so Megan drove them to the club. Rachel fussed over her makeup and hair the entire drive.

The moment she opened the door, when her heeled foot hit the pavement, her long leg showed off, as she stood statuesque, tossing her hair, every extroverted tendency erupted inside of her.

Rachel had taken Megan's personality. That outgoing, bright and sunny disposition was now, all hers.

Megan stood and self-consciously tugged on the hem of her skirt, working it down as low as it would go.

As Rachel strode confidently in, Megan shuffled, her short legs trying and failing to keep up.

Rachel spun around, totally overlooking her friend. “Oh. There you are” she said in a slightly condescending voice. Megan, the mousey one, smiling up politely, yet Rachel could tell internally, she didn't want to be there or to be doing this swap anymore but a promise is a promise.

“How does it feel in my shoes?” Rachel asked over the din of the club, the thumping music.

“I get it already, I can stay that” Megan strained to be heard “How does it feel to be in mine?”

“Absolutely Fantastic! But I'll give you an update later!” And with that, Rachel smiled at a hot guy and was whisked away to the dance floor.

Megan retreated to the quietest corner she could find. There was a hightop table there. She had to climb a bit to get on the seat, not like her usual, just gliding onto an elevated seat, not with her stubby legs. Her feet couldn't reach the ground, they dangled above so she kept them planted on the bottom rung.

Assaulted by smells and sounds, Megan kept her eyes trained on Rachel.

Rachel danced seductively; so sexual in her movements. She looked so happy.

Megan was truly wrestling with a lot of conflicting emotions and thoughts; all struggling for priority.

On one hand, she had set this whole thing up and Rachel deserved a night out like this. “And look at her! She's so happy and she looks fabulous”

Rachel came her way laughing with the guy. Rachel was gulping down a drink in 3 swallows. “Hey Megs! Can you hold my heels?!” She asked as she was already undoing the ankle straps “Thanks girlie!” She added as she left her glass on the table with just melting ice cubes in it.

Megan watched as Rachel returned to the dance floor barefoot.

A warmth washed over and through her. Watching Rachel dance…”This is how it should be…how was that ever me out there, on display like that?! I would feel so awkward, so, so exposed”

A waitress brought Megan a drink “From your friend on dance floor”

“Thank you” Megan replied shyly, blushing to herself.

The app spun faster, more and more dominoes falling, the true reach and power of the app becoming apparent as it frankly spiraled out beyond anything anyone thought possible.

On forgotten bookshelves, dusty yearbooks changed. Head Cheerleader for the Class of 2014 changed from Megan Richards to Rachel Adams. Classmates' recollections adjusted. Prom and Homecoming Queen Rachel Adams picture overtook Megan's picture.

All the way back to the first day of 2nd grade. Ask anyone and they'd all tell you that Rachel was always Miss Popular and Megan, her quieter best friend.

Megan's head swam and swirled and it wasn't from alcohol. She grabbed her purse and her phone. Pulling it out she went for the app.

Megan froze, an icy stab in her chest. The app was no longer on her phone “What the fuck?!” She muttered as panic rose up inside her. She searched her phone frantically in the dark and loud club. She couldn't find the swap app but she did find all kinds of other apps. Barely able to breathe, she logged on to her Instagram.

“This isn't! I…No!” Her Instagram was, frankly, boring. No pictures of herself with celebrities…no parties no, anything.

It all began to dawn on her like figuring out the twist on a horror movie.

She went to Rachel's Insta. The first picture was off Rachel, tall and blonde and laughing with Anne Hathaway.

Rachel with Anna Kendrick…at a party for Olivia Rodrigo…”No!”

Megan had access to Rachel's phone since she was guarding her stuff. She knew the pass code and opened the phone. There was the app “At least it's on hers…”

At that moment, Rachel loudly stumbled her way to the table “Hey! I think I need to go home…I'm really tired” she giggled drunkenly.

Megan was all too happy to get out of this miserable club. She made Rachel carry her own shoes back to their car since Megan had to support Rachel there.

Rachel dozed in the car and fell fast asleep on the sofa once they got home.

“We'll talk in the morning” Megan said as she put a blanket on her friend.

Megan wanted to shower. The stench of the club was on her so she took off all of her clothes and started the shower. Alone, truly alone with this version of herself, Megan had to evaluate her body in the mirror first, then, with her hands in the shower “I do like this version of me” she admitted.

After drying off, Megan smirked. Instead of going to her room, she headed to Rachel's.

A slight, forbidden thrill hit her as she stood there naked. She brought out a fresh pair of panties along with a pair of Rachel's pj's pants and one of her tank tops for good measure “What if these were MY clothes?” She thought, causing her to shiver “That these were my size…permanently” A deep throbbing warmth washed through her. The danger of the situation enthralled her. “Actually switching places with Rachel. Watching her absolutely own what had been my life. Taking my looks and wardrobe along with my career and…” she blushed “...and more of my personality than I expected”

Megan's hand went down, sliding underneath her pants and panties. She absolutely had to do this…her hand took off while her other one explored this shorter, fuller, version of her body.

When she came,it was the most intense orgasm of her life.

Megan crawled into Rachel's bed and slept there.

Rachel woke up completely confused and disoriented. She just knew she had to pee really bad. She fell off the sofa; everything was off. Thoughts of yesterday and last night at the club “Did that all really happen?” She thought, feeling the pounding headache of a hangover hit her.

In the low light of the living room, she also realized she was wearing an incredibly tight dress and that her legs were super long! A lot longer than she knew they should be.

It took all of her coordination and attention to stand. Walking felt so off on these legs…even her feet were bigger. She got to the bathroom where she stripped, pulling the dress off in desperation to go to the bathroom.

Immediate crisis averted, she sat there just trying to pull all the strings of reality together.

Rachel looked down at her legs. Her long trim thighs, her longer hands…she grabbed and tugged at her long blonde hair. “This is me. This is who I am now” she said standing up.

Despite the headache, she still chickled to herself now that the previous night became clearer to her.

She took 4 Aspirin and drank a full bottle of water as she stood in the bathroom. Just looking at how much smaller the room seemed to her made her heart flutter “God I love being tall!” She thought to herself.

She was alone, truly alone with this new version of herself for the first time. It was just after 6 A.M. and Megan would be sound asleep so she closed the door and started the shower.

Rachel examined her face, her hair. Her body. First in the mirror and then underneath her hands during her long, hot shower.

Drying off, she tiptoed to her room before she stopped in the door. She got a momentary scare when she saw someone in her bed. “Ohmygosh!! That is adorable!!” She thought, realizing that Megan was sleeping in her bed and in her clothes.

Megan had a leg out of the covers. Rachel lingered on her smaller foot, her shorter leg and thicker calf in her pajamas.

Rachel giggled her way to Megan's room, where she closed the door behind her.

She went to the drawers where she pulled out a pair of Megan's panties. “What if these were really mine?”

The thought sent ripples of forbidden ecstasy through her. Warmth filled her as she tiptoed her way to Megan's bed.

She lay down and opened her legs. She had to do this…her right hand went between her legs while her left one explored this incredible body of hers. Her trim and muscled thigh, her smaller, firmer breast, her flat stomach.

When she came, it was the most intense orgasm of her life.

She used her time to her advantage. She tried on several outfits of Megan's, loving the look and feel of every one of them. “This life…this version of me…I think I want it”

She put on a pair of black leggings and a loose gray sweatshirt with an open neck before padding out barefoot to the kitchen where she made herself a cup of coffee.

Rachel was genuinely confused and concerned as she examined her phone and all the changes that had occurred.

Rachel was sitting up on the sofa, her long legs stretched out, crossed at her ankles, lost in her phone when Megan came out.

“Oh...hey” Megan said shyly.

“Hey! Ohmygosh have you seen your phone? A shit ton of stuff has changed! Like, literally everything has switched between us! How powerful is that app?!” Rachel asked.

“Extremely. I told you it could change lives” Megan came over and sat at Rachel's feet. “To the point where i no longer work there and, therefore, it's no longer on my phone”

“No, I know…I saw it on here” she lifted her phone “I signed on but I'm getting a message that all activity has been suspended”

“Wait?! What?! Really?!” Megan asked.

“Yeah…I can't get past the first few screens. Nowhere near where we were yesterday” Rachel said, her words hanging in the air.

“So..what are you saying?”

Rachel just lifted her shoulders “I don't know, but it doesn't look like we're going to just, go back just like that”

Megan sat still. Her jaw went up and down before just letting out a “huh”

She thought she'd be upset. But she honestly wasn't. Instead, a warmth passed through her, lifting her stomach up in excitement as opposed to panic and disappointment.

Rachel saw the light in Megan's eyes, the ever so slightly upturn at the corners of her mouth.

Megan caught the slight head tilt on Rachel. They look of curiosity in her eyes, the examining nature she was trying to downplay.

“Are you…?” Megan asked very cautious

“Um…what are you…?” Rachel asked before adding “on the counter of 3, we both say exactly what's on our mind”

Megan nodded “Okay”

“1…2…3!” Rachel said

“I want to stay like this!” They said in perfect unison