DJ leaned against the wall, struggling to maintain an outward smile in the boring conversation. Amber, the bombshell blonde across the narrow hallway, had cornered him with questions for the last fifteen minutes. As she droned on his eyes drifted down to the hint of cleavage visible in her tube top, taking in two of the reasons he hadn’t walked away yet.

"So when did you get the scholarship?" Amber asked, twirling a strand of blonde hair around her finger.

"Senior year of high school," DJ replied rotely. "Full ride for basketball, plus some extras."

Amber's eyes lit up. "Extras? Like what kind of extras?"

DJ shifted uncomfortably. "Just some additional funding. Look, why do you care so much?"

"I bet scouts are already looking at you," she pressed, ignoring his question. "NBA potential, right?"

DJ sighed. "Yeah, there are a few lists with my name. Listen, if you're looking for-"

"A future millionaire?" Amber finished with a knowing smile. "Is that what you think?"

"Wouldn't be the first gold digger I've met," DJ said, straightening up as he thought about how to change the subject.

Amber's smile changed into something unnerving. "I'm not interested in your money, DJ. I'm interested in your life."

Before DJ could process her strange comment, Amber's body began to change. Her skin darkened, her frame expanded upward, her blonde hair receded into black locks. Within seconds, DJ found himself staring at... himself.

"What the fuck?" he gasped, his voice catching in surprise.

A tingling sensation started at his scalp. He reached up in panic to feel his short hair lengthening, softening, becoming silky between his fingers. His height seemed to be draining from him, inches disappearing as his perspective of the hallway changed dramatically. His baggy t-shirt constricted around his chest, the fabric transforming into the tight black tube top he'd been staring at minutes before as breasts swelled to fill it.

DJ squirmed as his form settled into something utterly foreign, and looked down in horror at his transformed body - delicate hands, smooth paler skin, and the unmistakable curves of Amber's figure. He reached up to touch the unfamiliar weight of blonde hair framing his face, then down to the strange pressure of breasts against the tight tube top.

DJ looked up at the towering figure of his stolen body, feeling small and vulnerable in this new feminine form. The realization crashed over him like ice water - she hadn't wanted his money. She'd wanted his body, his scholarship, his future... everything.

"NOOOOO!" DJ screamed, the high-pitched sound of Amber's voice echoing through the hallway as party-goers turned to stare at what they saw as just another drunk girl having a meltdown.

Amber-in-DJ's-body simply smiled, towering over him. "Thanks for the upgrade," she whispered. "I think I'm going to enjoy being on those scouting lists."