Identity Theft



by D. Monster



Claudia was screaming.



Standing on the stage in the darkened theatre, she hurled her rage at the empty seats. Streams of poisonous invective curled through the vast space, echoing as though the silent walls had, repulsed by the horrid intensity, consciously pushed them away.



Her screams came to a sharp halt and she sat down roughly. Her normally beautiful face was a purpled demonic visage as she began to cry, her large breasts heaving as ragged sobs shook her slim form. She aimed a savage kick at a small prop – a decorative globe of unknown function – that sent it skittering across the stage and into the orchestra pit. She heard it shatter far below. An ugly smile crept onto her face as she began scanning the stage for more victims.



Though the light provided by the single bulb that presently lit the stage was dim, she could make out a number of large shapes scattered about. Claudia found the clutter distasteful but comforting – she thought the magician who currently performed in her father’s theatre was a filthy pig, and this mess merely confirmed her low opinion of him.



She let out another enraged scream. Her search for small breakables was bearing no fruit. In frustration, she lifted on end of a large wooden trunk and began dragging it toward the precipice.



“You don’t want to do that.”



Claudia, startled by the voice, dropped the box with a loud bang that only stoked her anger.



“FUCK YOU!” she screamed.



“Now, now,” said the voice calmly, seemingly unperturbed by Claudia’s outburst. “No need to attack me because your daddy cut up your credit cards.” A woman emerged from offstage. Claudia recognized her.



“Maya.” Hot rage turned into cold fury. Claudia hated Maya, and the last thing she wanted right now was a lecture from that fat know-it-all.



Maya did a small curtsey. Claudia thought it looked ridiculous, as the stagehand was dressed in bulky coveralls that Claudia wouldn’t have been caught dead in. She looked Claudia in the eyes. “And then he took away the keys to the Porsche, didn’t he? Spending a gold card to the limit is one thing, but two hundred unpaid speeding tickets…that’s positively criminal.” Maya smiled, her eyes twinkling merrily.



If looks could kill, Claudia’s glare would have burned Maya to the ground. Ugly bitch, she thought to herself. Claudia’s standard of beauty was Claudia, so there weren’t many women in the world who could measure up…and Maya, who was pleasantly plump and wore thick glasses, didn’t stand a chance against Claudia. And Maya was smart – she’d been in medical school until financial difficulties had forced her to drop out – and Claudia hated smart even more than ugly.



Maya ignored Claudia’s withering gaze and continued, “and today Daddy sends you a text message to meet him at the theatre. You have to take the bus.” She paused and her grin got wider. “The bus.” She seemed to relish that thought. “And then he’s not even here. In fact, no one is here except fat Maya who’s going to tell you how stupid you are.”



Claudia was truly irritated now. Maya had struck a nerve. “How do you know all these things?” she demanded.



Maya smirked. “You were just hollering all of it at the top of your lungs for the whole world to hear.” She wiggled her ear with her finger.



Claudia turned crimson with embarrassment.



“Funny,” chided Maya. “I thought even you were smarter than that.”



“I AM NOT STUPID!”



“You’re a ditzy seventeen-year-old prom queen with hardly a thought in your pretty little blonde head.”



“I AM NOT STUPID!” cried Claudia, nearly proving Maya’s point by failing to come up with a better response.



“I bet you don’t even know what that box you’re standing next to is for.”



Now it was Claudia’s turn to smile. She’d nearly lived in this theatre when she was little, hiding in the rigging and spying on the performers. There had been lots of magicians, and she’d watched them practice.



She grinned triumphantly and opened the trunk. Her grin would have been dazzling if there weren’t so much venom behind it. She rummaged around inside the trunk and pulled out two large pieces of cloth.



“It’s called ‘Metamorphosis.’ The girl gets in the bag.” She held out one of the pieces of cloth. It was a large black velvet bag. “Bag gets tied up and locked into the box. Guy stands on top of the box and pulls this thingy…” She held up the other cloth – this one was a large tube of red velvet. “…up over his head. He drops it…” She dropped the red velvet on the stage. “…and it’s the girl standin’ there instead. She opens up the box and the guy’s inside of the bag. Walla!”



“That’s ‘voila,’ dear,” Maya remarked dryly. “That’s just what the audience sees. How does it actually work?”



Claudia was ready for this question.



“There’s a hole in the bottom of the bag and a secret panel in the back of the box. The girl climbs out while the guy’s dicking with the lock and dancin’ around like a faggot. She gets up next to him while he’s messin’ with the red thingy and then when he hauls it up, she grabs it and he ducks. Makes it look like they switched real fast. Then he climbs down into the box and the bag.”



She crossed her arms and stared at Maya in smug self-satisfaction. There was nothing Maya could do to dispute that. Claudia had seen it done hundreds of time when she was little. As such, she was somewhat taken aback by Maya’s response:



“Wrong.”



Claudia was aghast.



“WHAT! I SEEN IT A HUNNERT TIMES! THERE’S A HOLE IN THE BAG AND A SECRET PANEL IN THE BOX!” To emphasize this, she showed Maya. There was, in fact, both a large hole in the bottom of the black velvet bag and a sliding panel in the back of the Metamorphosis trunk.



“That’s still not how it’s done.”



Claudia was in a white-hot fury again. “Okay bitch. If you’re so fuckin’ sure of yourself, then show me how’s it’s done.”



“It’s a two-person trick. I’ll need you to be my assistant.”



“Fine.”



Maya closed the trunk’s secret panel and dropped the bag into the trunk. “Get into the bag,” she said.



“Fuck you, bitch. You get in the fuckin’ bag.”



“Okay. Your call.” Maya unhitched the shoulder straps of her coveralls shimmied out of them, leaving her in her underwear. “Clothes too bulky,” she explained. Her figure was actually very nicely curvaceous, but Claudia looked away in disgust.



Maya stepped into the trunk and pulled the bag up over her head. She stood for a moment, waiting, until Claudia realized why and tied the top of the bag closed with a piece of rope. Maya then ducked down into trunk. It was a tight fit. Claudia realized with a wicked smile that there was no way such a big girl was going to squeeze out through the secret door. Giggling, she slammed the top of the trunk shut.



Now she moved quickly and with purpose, wanting to get to the end of the trick before Maya could complete whatever it was she had planned. Claudia gathered up the red velvet tube and sat it on top of the trunk. Then she climbed up and stood in the middle of. Looking around to make sure that Maya was nowhere to be seen, she pulled the velvet sheath around herself and up over her head.



“Abracada…”



The orgasm caught her off-guard. It was brief, but intense. She fell to her knees, gasping. The velvet sheath fell around her. Had she been paying attention, she might have heard another muffled cry from within the trunk.



Claudia gathered herself together before standing and stepping off the top of the trunk. She stared at the trunk, torn between releasing Maya - she wanted to gloat at Maya’s failure - or leaving her in there to rot. Either way, she sure as hell wasn’t going to give Maya the satisfaction of knowing that somehow the experience had managed to turn her on. A strand of dark hair fell into her eyes and she absently pushed it aside.



It was a few moments later that a jolt of realization coursed through her.



Dark hair.



She looked at her arms. Plump. She could see freckles on them. She looked down. Her breasts were too small. Her underwear…white and conservative. A wave of nausea passed through her.



She was beginning to understand what Maya had meant. Frantically, she threw open the trunk. She could hear Maya laughing.



It wasn’t Maya’s voice.



She easily pulled Maya into a standing position and ripped off the rope – it was easy…she was much stronger than she remembered. The bag opened, slipped down, and she was looking at…



Herself.



A lithe blonde in a tight white bodysuit and short flower print dress was standing in the trunk, laughing.  She was beautiful. She turned to Claudia.



“Hi, Maya!”



Claudia was stunned. She was staring at another person who looked just like her. Or just like she used to.



“I’m not M…” She had started to object, but stopped. Her voice had been Maya’s. She stood, stunned and speechless.



Maya, now wearing Claudia’s body, was not.



“This is amazing! I worked out like a madwoman but could never get results like this!” Maya ran her hands across her flat abdomen. She loosened a button and the skirt slipped off her hips and onto the floor. She ran her finger over her bare hip – the bodysuit was cut high in the legs – and down a muscular thigh. “What an extraordinary body you have. No wonder you never needed your brain.” She cupped her hands under her firm breasts – the nipples were plainly visible through the white fabric. “Very nice.”



“How?”



Maya smiled. Her smile made Claudia’s face gorgeous in a way that Claudia never could have. “Why, it’s magic.”



Claudia could only stare at her stupidly. Maya continued.



“The Great Flambino is a little too good for a first-timer. His presentation’s lousy and he makes all sorts of stupid mistakes. But his tricks always come off perfectly. His ‘Metamorphosis’ is the fastest I’ve ever seen. It didn’t make sense. So I spied on him. Probably hid in the same spot you did way back when…before you’d grown these.” She teased a nipple and shuddered with delight.



Claudia began to shake.



“It was real magic. All the equipment looks like standard magic-act stuff, but it completely bypasses all the mirrors and secret doors and wires and whatnot. When Flambino makes a coin disappear, he hasn’t palmed it. It’s just gone.”



“Flambino’s Metamorphosis works by turning the person in the trunk into the person standing on the trunk. And vice versa. And I must say that in this case, the results have been quite spectacular.”



Her hands reached down to her crotch and she began to undo the snaps on the bodysuit.



“Give me my body back.”



“Pardon, dear? It’s my body…it only just looks like yours now.” The snaps came undone and the tightly stretched bodysuit sprang away, revealing that Claudia had worn no underwear.



“Only seventeen and already shaving, dear?” A finger snaked toward a delicate pair of labia.



Claudia had had enough. Now she roared.



“GIVE ME MY BODY BACK!”



She lunged forward. Maya leapt backwards with her hands up.



“Okay! Okay! Calm down. Don’t damage the merchandise! That body’s strong and I don’t think that either of us want this nice chassis damaged. I was just having fun with you. We’ll do the trick again – put everything the way that it should be. Don’t worry.”

Claudia backed off and grunted.



“Get back into the box,” she said.



Maya began to move, and then paused. “Allow me one thing,” she said.



“What?”



Maya said nothing, but instead reached down and in one quick motion pulled the bodysuit up over her head and off. She looked down at herself, gloriously naked in Claudia’s perfect body.



“Damn,” she breathed, awestruck. Then she looked up at Claudia, who was fuming. “Sorry,” Maya said. “But I just had to get a good look.”



“INTO THE BOX.”



“Y’know…you should really be nicer to people.”



“INTO THE BOX.”



“Okay…okay…don’t have a stroke. I’m going.” With that, she climbed into the box, white bodysuit still clutched in one hand. “Y’know, we should do lunch sometime.”



Claudia didn’t wait for Maya. She pulled the bag up over the other woman’s head and tied it off roughly but tightly. Then she shoved her down and slammed the top of the trunk shut. She tried to pick up the red velvet sheath, but her hands were shaking so badly that she had to sit down on the trunk and breathe deeply. Maya had made her ugly. There was nothing worse as far as Claudia was concerned. She made up her mind.



She was going kill Maya.



As soon as she had her own body back, that is. She wasn’t sure how, but she would end Maya’s life by whatever means she could find. The slower and more painful, the better.



This thought quelled Claudia’s rage. Her hands stopped shaking. She picked up the red velvet sheath and set it on the trunk. She climbed up on the trunk and gathered the red velvet around her.



She paused. This was it. She’d get her body back. And then she’d murder Maya. Maya would be locked in the trunk, unable to get out. Claudia would have plenty of time to figure out how to dispose of her.



She pulled the sheath up over her head, and as she did a stray thought crossed her mind…



Is Maya still locked in the trunk?



Suddenly gripped by panic, she tried to lower the sheath. She was too late, however, and the orgasm hit her. It was much stronger than before and she felt herself losing consciousness. As her vision darkened, she could see the sheath falling. She was falling with it….



***



Claudia regained consciousness quickly, but found herself in darkness. The sheath lay atop her. She couldn’t move. Nor could she speak.



What happened?



She could hear movement. Suddenly the sheath was pulled away. Though the stage light was dim, the sudden change made her wince. But she could neither shade nor close her eyes.



Someone was standing over her. Claudia’s heart sank.



She was looking into her own grinning face.



“Hi there, sunshine!” cried Maya happily. “Time to get down to business!”



Claudia felt strong hands grip her – she couldn’t tell exactly where – and fling her roughly to the floor. Strangely, she felt no pain. But now she could see Maya, still in possession of Claudia’s beautiful naked body, opening up the trunk.



Goddamnit bitch! I want my body back!



Maya didn’t hear her. She continued her task, but seemed unable to remove what lay within the trunk. After a moment, she gave up and tipped the trunk over instead. Something large tumbled out. It was inside the black bag. As she undid the rope, Maya began to speak.



“I’m assuming that you can hear and see me, so I’m going to explain everything now. You may be…or rather…may have been a brass-plated bitch queen, but what I’m doing makes me the villain of the piece. Here…you should find this interesting.”



She opened up the bag, revealing….



Maya.



Claudia gasped internally. If I’m not in either body, where am I?



Maya’s body appeared to be breathing but unmoving. Its eyes were open and would blink occasionally, but there was no life or intelligence behind them.



“It would seem,” Maya/Claudia continued, “that Maya’s been stealing from your daddy. Some money here, a bit of equipment there.” She started dragging the inert body across the stage. “But a couple days ago, Daddy got an anonymous note clueing him in. Yesterday, he confronted Maya and fired her. Maya was very angry and accused Claudia of writing the note. Said she’d find a way to get even.”



But I didn’t write a note, the real Claudia protested silently.



“Of course, Claudia didn’t write the note at all. Maya had written the note. But that wasn’t important. What was important was Daddy thought Maya thought Claudia wrote it.”



Huh?



“Today, when the theatre was scheduled to be dark and no one was there, Maya lured Claudia there…”



You sent me the text message!



“…using Daddy’s phone. Remember: Maya is a thief. Well, actually not really, the phone was the only thing I actually stole. The rest is just hidden in the basement – I didn’t need the stuff, just a pretext to get fired.”



Maya/Claudia dragged the body up to the edge of the stage and stopped.



“But anyway…Maya lures Claudia to the theatre and confronts her about the note. Accuses her of getting her fired. There’s a struggle and Maya falls into the orchestra pit.” Maya/Claudia gave the body a push and it toppled over the edge. There was a large crash. She peered over the edge for a few moments. Then, when she seemed satisfied, she turned around and walked back to where Claudia lay.



“Poor Maya isn’t terribly injured, but falls into a coma from which she never recovers.”



Oh god.



“Claudia is shaken by the experience. So much so that she turns her life around. She becomes a nicer person. She applies herself to her studies. She goes to college…perhaps even to medical school. She regains access to All Her Daddy’s Money. But most importantly, of course….”



“She continues to be devastatingly beautiful.” Maya/Claudia ran her hands through her long, blonde hair and struck a pose.



Then she reached down and picked up the real Claudia. She lifted her high above her head. Claudia felt the other woman’s arms inside her, pushing through her. Then her face and her long hair – Claudia could taste the conditioner that she’d used that morning. Then she felt herself pulled taut over what used to be her own breasts. As upset as she was, it still seemed to give her a thrill. Her lowest parts were then pulled down and she was pressed tight against Maya/Claudia’s abdomen. She could feel it gently rise and fall as the other woman breathed. Then she felt herself nestled up against her pussy and wedged between her buttocks as the snap snap snap of the fasteners made her complete.



Maya/Claudia was wet. At first, the real Claudia thought this was disgusting, but as Maya/Claudia walked across the stage and her body moved inside of Claudia, she had to accept that it was actually turning her on. Maya/Claudia stopped and opened the doors of a large box. Inside were a set of mirrors.



“…and,” Maya/Claudia began, continuing her previous thought. “She has the most amazing wardrobe.”



Claudia looked at the images reflected in the mirrors. In them, Claudia’s gorgeous body wore the tight, high-cut white bodysuit.



And Claudia was the bodysuit.



“You look wonderful, dear. You see, in your body, I was small enough to wriggle out of the bag and out the secret door of the Metamorphosis trunk. Just the way you originally described. I left your bodysuit behind. When you activated Flambino’s trick, it changed it into what you had been – my old body – and you into it. I said that I’d make everything the way that it should be…and so it is. I have the body and resources I deserve and you, well, you get to be a pretty thing forever.”



You bitch! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you! I’ll...ohmigod ohmigod OHMIGOD!





Claudia’s silent screams of rage became screams of ecstasy as Maya/Claudia’s hand fell to her crotch and she massaged her new clitoris through the thin fabric of Claudia’s new form. Maya/Claudia moved very quickly to orgasm. Soon after, Claudia followed, sliding into an orgasmic haze that would likely consume her attention for days to come.



***



The new Claudia stuffed the red and black velvet into her backpack, narrating aloud to an audience that was, unbeknownst to her, not likely to be paying much attention to her for a while.



“Figure I might as well bring these along. The magic’s in the fabric, not the trunk…and one never know what sort of things one might want switched.” She paused for a moment as if unsure she should take them. Then she shrugged. “Oh well…Maya was a thief, after all….”



She stood up and slid the short flowery skirt back on.



“This really does look fantastic worn with you, Claudia dear. Perhaps some day I’ll do another switch and wear you as the skirt.”



She paused, a twinkle in her eye.



“And now that that I think of it, I’m sure that you have all sorts of toys at home. Hmmm…I wonder which one you’d like to be first.”



With that thought, the new Claudia threw her backpack over her shoulder, picked up the purse that had belonged to the old Claudia, gave the old Claudia a slight tug so that she better showed off the new Claudia’s cleavage, and left the stage.



THE END



If only….