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Just a heads up, this story is a bit odd and the TG elements in it are fairly light, but I do hope you enjoy it. And I wrote this story for my own amusement while playing around, so if you don't like it... too bad. The Role Exchanger By Morpheus The college courtyard provided a scene much like every other morning, being filled with a throng of students. Several dozen young men and women were scattered about, going about their normal routines as they awaited the start of their morning classes. For some that was finishing their breakfasts, while for others it was conversation or smoking. 19 year old Christine Martin sat at one of the courtyard tables with her friend Kelly, quickly putting the final touches on her homework. She frowned and briefly chewed on the head of the pen as she contemplated the final answer, then gave up with brief shake of her head. Maybe she could get the answer from someone else before class started. "And Tyler tells me that Corey has been chasing after Brandon," Kelly droned on, though Christine only just started to pay attention. Then Kelly paused to reach for her cigarettes. Christine groaned slightly as she caught sight of the movement, wondering how her friend could possibly smoke those things. Didn't she know how bad they were for her health? And besides, they smelled absolutely horrible... And as Kelly lit her cigarette and took her first drag, Christine asked in annoyance, "Do you have to do that?" Kelly just rolled her eyes in response, annoyed at the nagging from her nonsmoking friend. She enjoyed smoking and saw no reason why it was anybody else's business but her own. So just to annoy Christine, Kelly blew a bit of smoke her way, smirking faintly as the other girl wrinkled her nose. Christine scowled at that, wondering why all smokers seemed to be so inconsiderate of the nonsmokers around them. She was just about to snap at Kelly when she paused in a brief moment of confusion. A faint shimmer passed through the air of the courtyard, almost completely unnoticed. Several of the students paused where they were, feeling as though something wasn't quite the same. "You mind if I have one?" Christine asked, already reaching for the pack of cigarettes that were sitting on the table. Just as Christine lit her cigarette and took a long drag, as though she had been doing so for years, Kelly just glared at hers and dropped it to the ground with a look of distaste. She couldn't get over the bad taste that it had left in her mouth. For a moment, she wondered how she ever could have been smoking that gross thing. "I think you're right," Kelly sighed as she stood up, "No more of those things for me." With a shrug, Christine took another drag from her cigarette, then blew out a stream of smoke before she responded with, "Whatever." Then as Kelly started to walk away, she picked up the abandoned pack of cigarettes and slipped them into her purse before starting for her own first class. Unseen by anyone below, a faint bluish glow floated away from the courtyard. --- Danielle Delores Mackey was often jokingly referred to by her friends as DD, not just because of her initials but from her ample endowments. However, that wasn't entirely accurate as she was slightly larger than that, providing her with one of the largest pairs of breasts on campus. That was a fact that she took great pride in, even ensuring that less gifted girls were fully aware of it as well. Even if she had to frequently repeat it to them... and give them humiliating demonstrations. "Hey Lisa," Danielle called out to her best friend as they met up with each other on the stairs to the building. "How was your date last night?" "Not bad," Lisa responded with a smile that indicated that it was more than that. "Did you hear?" Danielle asked smugly, "I've got a date with Ronnie Marks this Friday." Lisa blinked at that, "I thought he was dating Rebecca." That just made Danielle's expression grow a little more smug. "He was," she told Lisa, then gestured down to her breasts, "But she just couldn't compete..." Both girls burst into laughter at that. A short distance away, a slender girl was making her way towards the steps, frowning slightly as she saw Danielle and Lisa, hoping that she could get past without them noticing her. Unfortunately, Pamela was one of Danielle's favorite targets for insults... due largely to the fact that she only possessed small A cup sized breasts, almost making her look flat chested. "Damn," Pamela muttered to herself, wishing that for once that she didn't have to feel self conscious about her small breasts. "Hey look," Lisa exclaimed, gesturing towards Pamela. Danielle stood in front of Pamela, not to block her completely though making sure that she would have to walk right past. Then she grinned, "Why it's LITTLE Pammy." Pamela just rolled her eyes in annoyance, not letting it get to her. "Why if it isn't a big airhead," she responded, giving a show of confidence as she always did. It was an effective means for making people back down... at least for the moment. Then just after Pamela walked past, she paused, feeling a strange tingle run through her body. It concentrated on her chest, making her let out a gasp. An instant later, Pamela was startled to realize that she could feel her chest beginning to swell. "What?" she gasped, looking down and seeing that her chest was much more noticeable. In fact, it was beginning to push her shirt out, revealing her nipples a bit more than she would have liked. And it seemed to be still going. "What's happening..." Suddenly, Pamela heard a loud gasp from behind her. She snapped around, gasping herself as she saw Danielle holding her own chest, a look of horror on her face. And Pamela could see why as the front of her shirt was hanging a bit more loosely... and getting even more so. In the seconds that followed, Pamela could only stare in shock as her own breasts continued to grow, pushing her shirt... stretching it until it grew extremely uncomfortable. Almost painful even. And then the shirt tore open, giving a release to the pressure that had been starting to build. "Oh shit," Pamela whispered, quickly looking back at Danielle in amazement. From what she could see... Danielle was now about as flat chested as she herself had been just a couple minutes earlier. It only took an instant for it to sink in that she had grown while Danielle had shrunk. It was as though they had actually traded breast sizes, though Pamela knew that such a thing was completely impossible. Still, it had happened and she couldn't deny that, even if she couldn't explain it. Lisa exclaimed, "Your breasts..." At the same time, Danielle was frantically grabbing at them, looking shocked, horrified and confused as she tried to simultaneously hold them and cover them up. "My... my... my..." Pamela stared at this for only a few more seconds, realizing that both of the other girls were so caught up in Danielle's inexplicable changes that they didn't seem to have even noticed her going through some as well. Then, feeling just a little guilty, Pamela hurried away before they could notice her. --- Feeling somewhat satisfied with the results of what he had been working on, 20 year old Paul Silver stepped away from the computer. He had been working on his latest story for the campus paper for some time, though knew that he still had a little more work to do. Though he knew that a story about one retiring professor's career wouldn't wasn't that big of a deal, he was a little proud of the work that he'd put into it. "The life of a journalist," Paul sighed, absently wondering if he should have chosen another major. It wasn't like there were a lot of great stories for him to get practice on. With that, Paul took a long look around the room that was used as the office for the school paper. At the moment, he was the only one there, though he knew that he wouldn't be for too much longer. The others would be showing up, though it was his time alone before their arrival that he particularly enjoyed. It gave him a sense of power, letting him pretend for a moment that he was the driving force behind the entire paper. Just then, Paul was distracted from his thoughts as the door opened up and someone came in. He took one glance and called, "Hey Pam," before looking back to his paper. Though she didn't work at the paper like he did, it wasn't at all uncommon to see Pamela hanging around. She friends with not only him, but a couple of the other people there as well. However, after a moment, Paul realized that something was wrong, though he couldn't quite put his finger on what that was. He looked up at Pamela, who was standing by the door, looking as though she was waiting for something from him... then he noticed it. "What?" Paul blinked as he looked at her again. Pamela was standing there looking decidedly uncomfortable, and pulling her coat over her front. However, it didn't look quite like it fit. "Jeez," Pamela sighed, slowly opening her coat to reveal a stretched and torn shirt, as well as a lot more cleavage than she had ever possessed in the past. "Just don't stare too much." After several seconds, Paul asked, "You get implants last night?" He knew that she sure wasn't built like that the day before. Of course, he knew that it took more than one night to get implants and have them heal, and that was if someone could afford them in the first place, and he knew that Pamela definitely could not. That left the new endowments being fakes. "No," Pamela sighed in embarrassment, "Just a little while ago." She took a deep breath, "They just... grew. I mean... in just a minute." Then she gestured down. Rolling his eyes, Paul responded, "Oh yeah..." Suddenly Pamela's expression hardened. "I'm not making this up." She glared at him, then pulled the jacket back, revealing her new cleavage and stretched shirt. "Take a look," she demanded. Though she wasn't revealing enough for Paul to see everything, he could see enough to know that they weren't just foam pads, or anything else of the nature. He let out a gasp, realizing that they were indeed real. "You did get implants..." Paul started, but Pamela shook her head, looking both embarrassed and annoyed. "I told you," she stated firmly, "they just... grew." She paused for a moment before adding almost as an afterthought, "And Danielle Mackey's shrunk at the same time. I think mine are the same size hers used to be..." Though Paul wasn't sure of what was going on, he was paying full attention now. There was a story there... he could sense it. Even if it was nothing more than an incredible prank, it would make for an interesting story. "Tell me everything," Paul urged her on. Though Pamela was a little uncomfortable, she told Paul everything that had happened to her... what little there was. Then she added, "And I came here to see if Sue had an extra shirt I could borrow..." She blushed, looking further embarrassed. "She'll be here in awhile if you want to wait," Paul told her with a calculating smile, wondering what was really going on. Then as Pamela sat down to wait, quickly giving her new endowments a speculative look before trying to cover them with her jacket, Paul started for the door. He didn't know what was going on yet... but he was going to find out. --- Several students quickly moved out of the way of Dave Thornton when they saw him coming, though he did nothing to encourage them to do so. It was not his actions, which often intimidated those around him, but his size. David was 6 foot 4 and heavily muscled. Though he had frequently been asked to join the football or wrestling teams, he preferred bodybuilding instead. Walking close beside Dave was an attractive Asian girl, his girlfriend Michelle, providing an odd contrast to his size. She was only 5 foot 3, more than a foot shorter than him and seemingly even smaller by comparison. And though she was fairly short, Michelle was also rather shapely, a fact sometimes envied by taller girls. "Are you getting psyched up for the competition Saturday?" Michelle asked Dave, looking up to see him smiling. "You know it," he responded with a grin. "I've been putting in extra hours in the gym just to get ready." Then he flexed one of his biceps, pleased with the impressed 'oooh' from Michelle. "See." "Very nice," Michelle agreed, positive that her boyfriend was going to win the bodybuilding contest he'd entered. Then in an almost conspiratorial voice, she moved closer and whispered, "But even better in the dark..." "You want to find out for sure?" Dave asked her with a wink, earning a giggle. A moment later, Dave bend down and gave his girlfriend a kiss. Just then, a strange tingle passed through them both, though neither paid it much attention as they were occupied with the kiss. When they finally pulled away, Michelle frowned and tugged at her clothes, muttering, "I've got to lose some weight." They were beginning to feel a bit too snug. Dave just stood there, watching Michelle for a moment before frowning. There was something wrong. He could feel it, though he couldn't exactly say what it was. Only that he just didn't feel quite right. "Shit," he spat, hoping that he wasn't coming down with something. He didn't want to be out sick during the competition, or just not at his best. Michelle just stood there, startled to realize that with every passing second, her clothes were getting tighter and tighter. They were even beginning to pinch her almost painfully. She winced and started to tear at them, caught between the desperation to get them off and the embarrassment of being in a public place. That decision was taken away from Michelle as there was a loud ripping sound, and then a sudden loosening of the pressure on her chest. He let out a sigh of relief, then quickly started to grab at her now exposed chest, feeling completely confused as well as a bit scared. She had no idea what was going on... no idea of what was happening to her. "Holy shit," Dave exclaimed as he stared at his growing girlfriend, taking a step back and realizing that his foot was sliding inside of his shoe. It was only then that he realized that his own clothes were beginning to hang loosely on him. He gasped in horror, then stared at Michelle again, shocked to realize that she didn't look nearly as small as she did just several minutes earlier. "What the fuck is going on?" "How the hell should I know?" Michelle spat back in fear. In the next instant, Dave realized that Michelle's muscles were getting bigger as well. She was even beginning to look buff, as well as pretty ripped. That caused him to look down at his own arms, gasping in horror as he saw that his own muscles were getting smaller, that they were receding. Just as his clothes continued to get larger and looser. Just then, Dave looked back at Michelle and was nearly choked at the realization that he was looking straight into her eyes. That they were now the same height. He was terrified of what was going on, of the fact that he was apparently shrinking for no reason. And Michelle could only stare at Dave in stunned amazement as his eye level steadily dropped below her own. "No way," Michelle gasped as she stared down at her well-muscled arms, then over at Dave's, which were now much thinner. They were now less muscled than her own. And it wasn't just those muscles... but all of them. And then there was the height. Michelle was used to looking up at Dave... way up. But now... now he was starting to look decidedly short to her. Short and almost... scrawny. There was almost no sign now of the buff man that she had been kissing such a short time before. When the changes seemed to have stopped, Dave just stood there in stunned silence, buried in his massively oversized clothes. He shivered faintly in fear, feeling incredibly small and vulnerable. He looked down at himself, seeing that all of his hard earned muscle was gone, leaving him about as well built as a boy. And then he looked at Michelle and choked out a gasp. Michelle was not only tall... she was HUGE. She seemed like a giant, towering over him, bulging with immense muscles, yet at the same time, she was still curvy and undeniably a woman. The very sight was enough to make Dave feel even smaller... even more vulnerable and helpless. It was enough to make him feel like a child again. As Dave and Michelle stared at each other in silence, they both realized that they had somehow exchanged sizes. That she was now the one who was 6 foot 4, while he was her old height of 5 foot 3. That she now possessed all of the muscles which Dave had worked so hard to build, while he was left with almost nothing. "Oh shit..." Dave squeaked out fearfully, terrified and confused at suddenly having lost everything that made him what he was. At the same time, Michelle stared down at her tiny boyfriend, then at her own massive body. She had always wondered what it would be like to be taller, and though she was terrified and confused, a tiny part of her suggested that she might like it. She felt so big. So strong. So... powerful. Then as one, they shuddered at the realization that the impossible had just happened. And even if they did get back to normal... nothing would ever be the same again. --- A group of four sorority sisters were chatting excitedly as they slowly walked across the campus, making sure that as many boys as possible could see them. They were some of the most popular girls on campus and thought that it only proper that their adoring fans could see plenty of them. "Did you like, hear about DD?" a tall blonde girl named Tiffany asked with a smirk. When one of the other girls shook her head no, she gasped, "Her breasts like... totally went flat." "What?" Brandy asked, hearing about it for the first time and feeling more a little skeptical about this news. "It's true," the red headed Sarah blurted out, "She caught some weird disease or something and they just shrunk... right in front of everybody." "Yeah," the fourth girl, another blonde named Cindy added, "Lisa was there and saw the whole thing." Tiffany just giggled, then gave them a bit of a smirk as she added, "I think that she just had some bad implants." Then the girls were silent for a moment, caught between feeling sympathy for their sorority sister and relief that it wasn't them. As they continued to share the latest 'news', the girls paused to give a faint look of disdain at the three other girls who were sitting by a bench. A simultaneous thought passed through their heads at how horribly dressed the other girls were, and how completely lacking in style. They were Goths... dressed almost head to toe in black, and two of them had dyed their hair black with bad dye jobs, while the third had her hair dyed a garish red instead. "Can you believe that?" Tiffany asked the others in disgust. And that hair... Everyone knew that you should only bleach your hair blonde. Theirs were just... wrong. "What about those piercings?" Sarah giggled, "I mean, that one girl looked like a pin cushion..." Just as the sorority sisters passed, a strange shimmer seemed to pass through the air. A shimmer that seemed unnoticed by any, though the girls all paused briefly in confusion. "Like... oh my God," one of the Goths suddenly gasped, staring down at her hands in horror, "What was I thinking using black polish." She wrinkled her face in distaste as she looked down at her now less than appealing clothes. "Yeah," the red haired Goth grimaced, "And these clothes... All this black is like, totally depressing." The third Goth immediately agreed with the other two, exclaiming, "We have like, GOT to go shopping." With that, all three stood up and hurried away, deciding to skip their classes until they could take care of something MUCH more important, such as buying proper clothes and getting the makeovers that they knew they so desperately needed. A short distance away, Tiffany turned to Cindy and asked, "Do you have any black nail polish..." --- Paul shook his head faintly, unable to keep from thinking about that had happened to Pamela. It was strange... stranger than strange, not to mention a little erotic. However, as interesting as that aspect was, it was the story behind it that he tried to keep his mind on. First though, he had to find Danielle and talk with her about what had happened... if he could find her. She had disappeared shortly after the incident, not that he blamed her if what Pamela had said was true. And not only did he see no reason for her to lie, but he'd never really known her to make up wild stories. Just as Paul walked towards the Sorority house, where he was sure Danielle was hiding out, he passed a girl sitting on the bench and smoking. At first, he gave no thought to it, until he was several steps past and suddenly realized that something was definitely off. "Christine?" Paul asked as he turned for another look. Christine Martin was one of the more verbal anti- smokers around campus, and just the day before Paul had overheard her giving some guy a lecture about how bad cigarettes were. And now, she was right in front of him, doing the one thing that he'd thought she would never do. Smoking. "Oh, hi," Christine nodded towards Paul, blowing a stream of smoke to the side. Paul just stared at her for another moment before asking, "When did you start smoking?" She gave a shrug, looking at the cigarette between her fingers oddly for just a moment. "This morning, I guess," she responded, giving a faint look of confusion. That seemed a somewhat odd reaction, Paul thought. And she certainly looked as though she had smoked for longer than just a couple hours. "What do you mean, you just started this morning?" Christine just looked thoughtful for a few seconds before slowing saying, "It's weird... I think that one minute I was just whining about Kelly's smoking... and the next I bummed a smoke off her." "Just like that?" Paul asked her, getting more interested by the moment. "Yeah," she nodded her head, taking another drag from her cigarette, "I guess it really is weird. I mean, I know I was whining and nagging everyone else about their smoking just yesterday, but I feel like I've been smoking for a long time. Like I've always been a smoker. I don't know why I started... but it feels perfectly normal." She blew a stream of smoke out at that to punctuate her statement. "I don't know why I didn't start earlier..." All that Paul could think to say was, "Interesting." That seemed like something of an understatement though. It was like her entire perspective of smoking had just done a one eighty. Then Christine stood up and picked up the pack of cigarettes on the bench beside where she'd been sitting. She moved to slip them into her pocket and commented, "At least I didn't have to buy my first pack." "Oh," Paul responded, trying not to feel freaked out by this. "Kelly just quit this morning," Christine explained, "So she gave me hers." That really caught Paul's attention. "Was that around the time you decided to start?" Christine frowned thoughtfully, "Yeah... I think it was..." "Okay," Paul told her firmly, "Tell me everything that happened around that time. And who else was around..." --- Eric Stratten took his time as he strolled across the campus, shifting his backpack on his shoulder every several minutes. He smiled to himself as he saw the very cute Jill Langston a short distance away. They weren't exactly dating, though they were close friends. As Eric got closer, he paused for a moment to admire the slender brunette, wondering not for the first time if he should try making their relationship a little more than just friends. Then he shrugged it off for the moment calling out, "How're you doing?" "Not too bad," Jill sighed, giving a smile though not as sparkling as Eric was used to seeing from her. "What's up?" he gently asked her. Jill hesitated for a moment, then ran a hand through her hair in an unconscious nervous gesture. "It was Greg again." That was enough to give Eric a good idea of what the problem was. Greg was the manager at her part time job. And he was a bit of an asshole. An apparently a pretty sexist one as well, always making things difficult for Jill. "He hit on you again?" Eric commented more than asked. Jill just nodded at that, looking angry "And he promoted Larry instead of me... even though I've been working there twice as long and do twice as much work." Then she sneered, "He said that Larry had more leadership potential." That nearly caused Eric to choke. "Larry couldn't lead himself out of a paper bag." Giving a slight laugh in response, Jill nodded her agreement, pleased that Eric was taking her side. "Yeah..." "Look," Eric told her, "Why do you keep working for that jerk? I mean, you could probably sue him for that..." "But I've got friends there," Jill told him in a half whine. "I can't leave them..." Eric just shook his head at that, knowing that it was her choice. "But he wouldn't be doing that to me if I was a guy..." "I know," Eric responded sympathetically, "and you could do better somewhere else." Then he changed his tactic to humor to lighten the mood, "But hey, it must be great being a girl and having guys buy you dinner..." Jill laughed at that, "Oh yeah. I go for the steak and lobster every time." Then she winked at Eric and asked, "So... you going to take me out for dinner to make me feel better?" "Sorry," he told her in an exaggerated apologetic tone, "but I'm broke." Suddenly, a wave of dizziness shot through both Eric and Jill, followed by an intense feeling of wrongness. There was a loud gasp from both as they were assaulted by the unexpected sensations and confusion. "What was that?" Eric demanded weakly, pausing in surprise at the strangeness of his voice. It didn't sound like him at all... it sounded like Jill. Just then, Eric realized that whatever was going on was effecting a whole lot more than just his voice. His entire body felt wrong. Out of balance. He looked down at himself, only to stare at what was obviously a girl's body... and dressed in familiar clothes. The very clothes that Jill had been wearing. "Oh my God," a boy's voice exclaimed from beside Eric, causing him to look up in even more surprise. For a moment, Jill could only stand there in complete confusion, feeling clumsy and extremely odd. Everything around her seemed slightly off as well, though she couldn't exactly tell how. Then she noticed the very familiar looking girl standing beside her. Eric and Jill both froze as they caught sight of each other, as they bent forward and stared into each other's faces. For a brief instant, they both felt as though they were looking into a mirror, for the faces that they stared into were their very own. And then, almost as if on cue, they both let out simultaneous screams. --- Eddie Sherman had just gotten out of one of his classes and was hurrying across the campus courtyard to his next, hoping that he wouldn't be late. He didn't want to miss a moment of Professor Matthews lecture on quantum states. It was such a fascinating subject. Though Eddie didn't like the word, he knew that he was what was usually referred to as a nerd, or even a geek. He'd heard both names more times than he could count. Eddie even looked the part, being 6 feet tall, but possessing a thin gangly build, with messy dark hair and thick glasses. About halfway to where Eddie was heading, he was less than pleased to notice Kyle Lemanski in between him and his next class. Kyle was a star of the school football team, the stereotypical jock who got his jollies off of picking on people like Eddie. This was an unfortunate fact of life that Eddie had long ago accepted, knowing that his best option was to just avoid Kyle and other's like him. "Remember Bill Gates," Eddie mumbled his mantra to himself, a reminder that it was often the people like him who were able to succeed in the world. However, just as Eddie started to change direction, Kyle noticed him. Kyle frowned at the scrawny boy trying to sneak away, then smirked at the sight. He'd had a bad practice the day before, and this seemed the perfect opportunity to burn off a little frustration. He so loved these stress relief sessions. "Hey Dexter," Kyle called out as he moved to block Eddie's path, "You forgot to say hi to me..." Eddie froze, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights. He knew that it wouldn't do any good to run, especially not since Kyle was a whole lot faster than he was. However, he was certainly going to give it a try. But before he could move a foot, Kyle had moved first and grabbed him by his arm, holding on painfully. For a moment, Kyle just held on, wondering if maybe he should have let the little dweeb run a bit first. After all, catching him would have been a lot more fun, and probably more embarrassing for the squirt. However, he'd done enough running at the practice the day before and hadn't really felt like doing any more at the moment. Then Kyle looked around at the audience that was beginning to build, giving a smirk, "Why are you running away from me?" Feeling more than a little nervous, Eddie struggled uselessly to get away. He felt somewhat resigned to the obvious humiliation that he was about to receive. If he was lucky, he might not even get any bruises, just a major wedgie or the old trip in the garbage can. And though he knew that the audience might exclaim how horrible what Kyle would do to him was, he knew from past experience that they'd all be laughing along while it happened. Just then, Eddie noticed a blue glow out of the corner of his eye. But before he could turn to look at it, he was hit was a sudden strange feeling that ran through his entire being. And from the way Kyle gasped and let go of his arm, there was little doubt that he had felt it as well. "What the hell did you do?" Kyle demanded, a strange expression appearing on his face. Suddenly, Eddie's clothes all felt tight on him. He could feel them getting even tighter, almost painfully so. He grunted as the buttons on his shirt started to pop off, partly in relief and partly in fear. Kyle let out a loud gasp, grabbing at his own clothes at the same time. They were getting looser... a little baggier. He glared at Eddie, knowing that the dweeb was behind it somehow. A moment later, Eddie's eyes blurred and he removed his glasses, realizing that he could see perfectly fine without them. And for some reason, a part of his mind told him that this was perfectly normal. At first, Kyle just stood there in confusion, startled to realize that he felt so much weaker than before... so much... wimpier. And then his thoughts started to shift. He frowned, suddenly wondering why he was wasting his time playing stupid games when there were so much more important things to do. Like getting good grades. And sports certainly weren't as fun as watching Star Trek. That 7 of 9 was a total babe... "Wow," Eddie gasped as he looked down at himself, seeing that his body had filled out. That he had suddenly grown quite a bit more muscular... and more tanned. And it seemed... right. Then Eddie frowned as his thoughts started to shift. He looked over at the buildings, wondering why the hell he had been in such a hurry to get to that boring lecture. It was a waste of time. He should be doing something more interesting... more exciting. Like football. "Why not?" Eddie asked himself, looking down at his now athletic body and deciding that he was going to try out right away. Finally, Kyle and Eddie both stared at each other in stunned disbelief. Eddie could scarcely believe how scrawny Kyle looked. And how much of a dweeb. He couldn't believe that he'd ever been afraid of THAT. "Holy shit!" someone yelled out off to the side, causing both Kyle and Eddie to look around, realizing that they still had an audience. A number of students who had been waiting to see Eddie humiliated and seen their unexpected changes instead. A slow grin formed on Eddie's face and he turned back to Kyle, chuckling to himself and punching a fist into an open palm. "I believe these people came to see a show," he told his former bully with a wicked grin, "And we don't want to disappoint them, do we..." --- Paul shook his head in disbelief, quickly scribbling more notes into his notebook. He couldn't believe what he'd been seeing around campus, and the hints of other anomalies that he'd only caught glimpses of. Something strange was going on, of that there was no doubt. After talking to Christine, Paul had run into two more students he knew were nonsmokers... or at least had been. But now, like Christine, they were smoking just as though they had always done so. And after a little more looking around, Paul had discovered that every person who had been in the side courtyard at that time had suddenly reversed their opinions on smoking. Smokers had suddenly quite, a number of them completely disgusted by the very idea of touching a cigarette. And those who hadn't smoked before had suddenly started, with a few he'd talked to even having nicotine fits when they couldn't get their fix. There was even one teacher he knew of who'd been affected. "Weird," Paul shook his head again, having seen other things as well. Like one of the most popular girls on campus suddenly cutting her hair real short and dressing up like a Goth. But that wasn't the only thing he'd heard of. "What the hell is going on?" A number of theories ran through his mind, though he didn't really have proof for any of them. Maybe it was someone performing mind control experiments... but that didn't explain Pamela's growth. Or aliens... aliens using the students as guinea pigs. But the truth was, Paul had absolutely no idea. Just then, one of Paul's friends came running towards him, calling, "C'mon... you're not going to believe this..." Paul frowned, not sure what he believed anymore. "What?" "Eddie Sherman..." the other boy exclaimed excitedly, "Eddie Sherman is beating the crap out of Kyle Lemanski." "What?" Paul gasped, more than half sure that his friend was pulling his leg. But after the weird things that he'd already seen going on, he wasn't quite so sure anymore. He had to see this for hiself, so quickly ran in the direction his friend indicated. It didn't take even half a minute for Paul to go to the side of the building where he could see the crown gathered. And when he managed to push himself into a good view, he couldn't help gasping in stunned disbelief at what he actually saw. Eddie Sherman, who had been his normal skinny self just that morning when Paul had last seen him, had bulked up noticeably. At the same time, Kyle Lemanski seemed to have dwindled away. It was as though his muscles had all atrophied, though his skin looked somewhat more pale and pasty as well. "Holy shit," Paul exclaimed, his eyes going wide. By the time got there, most of the action seemed to be about finished up though. Eddie had obviously roughed Kyle up a little bit, though not too bad. However, it had to be extremely humiliating for the football star to be the victim for once. Even if he was a macho asshole, he didn't deserve this. Well... maybe just a little... "I can't believe that a wimp like you played football?" Eddie shook his head in amazement, then left Kyle where he was and started off. Paul felt a little guilty at having done nothing to stop what had just happened, though he had arrived too late to do so. And of course, no one else had really interfered either. It reminded him of the stories of New York, about something happening while no one interfered, and afterwards no one said that they saw anything. Still, it seemed a sad commentary about the state of the campus, or maybe society at large. Then again, he mused, that might make an interesting topic for a story sometime. Once Eddie was gone, Kyle picked up a pair of glasses on the ground and slipped them on, looking every inch the nerd that Eddie had. It was just then that Paul suddenly realized that it was like they'd traded places. Like they'd exchanged roles, with the nerd becoming the jock and vice versa. Wasn't that about what had happened that morning in the courtyard with the smokers and nonsmokers? Taking one more look at Kyle as he walked off in humiliating defeat, Paul thought about what had happened. "Some sort of role exchanging thing," he muttered, having at least a slightly better idea of what was going on, but still no idea of the why or how. --- Megan Fitch strolled confidently through the hall, having just finished with her last class before lunch but not thinking of the meal that awaited her. She smiled to herself, the smile of a predator in search of prey. Or in her case, whichever lucky guy would scratch her itch before the next class. The tall brunette was very attractive and loved showing off her body, as proven by the highly revealing clothes which she chose to wear. This was also a fact which nearly half of the male students around the campus could attest to, having seen her naked or nearly so, either in her raucous displays at the frequent parties which she attended... or much more personal settings. Due to her well earned reputation of being a party animal and even a bit of a slut, Megan had been given the nickname of Wild Thing around campus. "Maybe Josh," Megan told herself, keeping a careful lookout for the football player. That man could really fuck. "Or maybe Kyle..." Then Megan frowned slightly for a moment, remembering those ridiculous things she'd been hearing all over the place. There were all sorts of strange rumors and stories going around campus about all sorts of impossible things, even about Kyle. However, she shrugged it off, positive that it was all someone's idea of a joke. Someone was spreading a bunch of rumors around... probably that fraternity Doug belonged to. They liked practical jokes... Walking down the same hall from the other direction was Jenny Newhart, an attractive girl, though she hid it well. Jenny was dressed in plain, conservative clothes, which served to hide her shapely figure. She slouched slightly as she walked, clutching her books tightly against her chest and watching the floor rather than where she was going. Jenny looked around nervously, feeling worried as she thought about all of those things that she'd heard whispered around by the other students. She didn't know if any of them were true, but she didn't want to take any chances. Just then, Jenny noticed Megan ahead of her. With a slight frown, and a blush of embarrassment, Jenny tore her eyes from the other girl, thinking of her lewd reputation. Jenny couldn't understand how any girl could be so... rude. How any girl could be so... bad. Megan was almost the exact opposite of Jenny, being extroverted and wild where Jenny was shy and conservative. Yet at the same time, Jenny couldn't help but feeling just a tiny bit envious for the other girl's self-confidence and outgoing nature, though she would never admit it. At the same time, Megan noticed Jenny, though only by chance as she was next to a handsome stud. Megan smiled at the man's muscles, then smirked at the sight of the mousy girl. She shook her head, wondering how any girl could possibly be so timid. Megan never liked that kind of uptight girl who always tried to claim the moral high ground. Hell, Megan was positive that the frigid little bitch was a virgin, the kind who was afraid to ever let her hair down and have a good time. "Old maid," Megan chuckled as she predicted Jenny's future, though if she ever did get married, she would probably have a sexually frustrated husband. Suddenly a strange tingle shot through Megan, causing her to pause and lean up against the wall for a moment as she regained her balance. She frowned as she looked around, suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious. Megan noticed one guy staring at her... making her blush with embarrassment. "Oh my," she whispered, feeling almost as if she was being violated. It made her feel dirty. Then Megan turned her eyes to the floor and caught sight of her clothes. She let out another gasp of embarrassment, then struggled to cover herself up. How could she possibly wearing something so... disgusting? It wasn't even covering her at all, with her belly button even being exposed. She felt so naked. No... even worse, she was dressed like... like... like a whore. Megan gave a gasp of horror, "Oh no..." She struggled to cover herself up in vain, feeling even more embarrassed when all of the students around her started to stare. Her cheeks turned bright red and she slouched down, as if trying to shrink out of their notice. And in a sudden burst of tears and humiliation, Megan ran down the hall to get away from all of the eyes were on her. Jenny watched Megan freak out, then shook her head in amusement, finally smirking as she asked aloud, "What got up her ass?" Then Jenny looked down at herself and winced, suddenly realizing just how horrible her taste in clothes was. She shuddered at the sigh, wondering why she was dressed up like her grandma. She was a hot young woman with a killer body that deserved to be shown off. "What the fuck was I thinking?" Jenny asked herself, realizing that she was going to have to throw out her whole wardrobe. Hell, she was going to burn it, and then get something that she could really cut loose and party in. She'd never really been to one before, but decided that it was long past the time that she did. After all, she was hot and life was short, so she might as well get as much fun out of it as she could. "But first..." Jenny told herself as she noticed a hot looking guy. She winked at him, then licked her lips suggestively, "I need some cock..." --- A strange sphere of bluish light floated over the campus, almost entirely unseen by human eyes. Though it had been briefly glimpsed several times, it had yet to be truly noticed. However, this was of no importance as it continued watching... observing... exchanging. All across campus, further exchanges took place. A musician playing his guitar suddenly lost tune, and then interest. Just a moment later, a girl who'd never touched an instrument in her life picked it up and started playing as though she had been doing so for years. Leslie Miller was eating lunch in the cafeteria when she overheard some boys at another table making a joke about fat women to their girlfriends. She blushed at that, though she knew it wasn't intended for her specifically. Still, she was overweight and somewhat sensitive about the fact. Just then, a strange tingling shot through Leslie's body. She gasped in shock as her clothes started to become looser and looser on her, then in delight as she realized that somehow... she was suddenly getting thinner. Then from the table behind her, she heard screams, not just from one person either. At the other table, four people were undergoing similar transformations to whatever had just happened to Leslie, though actually the complete opposite. Two boys and their girlfriends were frantically grabbing at their clothes which were becoming drastically too tight, until they split open, revealing the now overweight flesh that they were unable to contain. All four of the now overweight students screamed in panic and confusion before scrambling to leave the lunchroom, amid the chaos and stares that followed A short time later, a middle aged professor was walking out of his classroom and collided with a 19 year old girl who'd been running through the hall. As they both got back to their feet, a strange feeling overwhelmed both of them. As the feeling passed, the 19 year old professor stared at the middle aged woman in front of him in disbelief. Several seconds later, the former girl was horrified to realize that she'd suddenly aged decades, then let out a deafening scream. The very pregnant Mindy Denton sat down for a rest, finding it hard to keep walking with her baby due in less than a month. Almost immediately, another girl who was sitting nearby moved over to ask the due date and comment on babies. Suddenly, Mindy moaned as a strange sensation came from her stomach. It wasn't like the baby was kicking. It was different. Then to her amazement, her swollen stomach started to deflate... to become flatter, as though the pregnancy were actually reversing itself. Then right next to Mindy, the other girl let out a grunt of intense discomfort. That was quickly followed by an obvious swelling in her own stomach. It began to grow... to push out. And when it stopped, both she and Mindy both stared at what was obviously a very pregnant body. Out in the courtyard, three black students were sitting on the grass and studying together, as they did nearly every day. None of them looked up from their books and notes as other students walked past, being used to tuning out the distractions and possible interruptions. Though none of them noticed at first, their skins slowly started to pale. At the same time, a small group of white students eating lunch a short distance away started to become darker. When the first student noticed her friends changing, and then herself, she let out a shriek that drew notice from the other group of students as well. Each of the black students continued to become lighter, looking as though they each had a heavy tan, and then not even that. Their features and hair color changed as well, becoming more Caucasian with each passing moment, much to their horror. A very similar transformation occurred among the four formerly white students, who now looked as though they had always been black. Above it all, the strange glowing entity observed the panicked reactions with interest. Then, it finally moved on... looking for more. --- Paul looked about nervously as he walked across the courtyard, hoping to catch sign of whatever was causing the strangeness before anything happened to him. All of the weird happenings... the exchanges, had only continued to increase. There were becoming more than he could keep track of, though he had been trying. Paul was beginning to think that he had somehow fallen into the Twilight Zone. When Paul had tried talking to the faculty about what was going on, about why the campus wasn't being shut down in the face of the incredible strangeness, he was met with different responses. Paul had found though that there seemed to be three separate opinions that were possessed by most of the professors. Some of them thought that all of the strange rumors and things they'd seen were nothing more than an elaborate prank from a large group of students. Or that it was actually a prank on the students, mass hallucinations caused by someone spiking the drinking water with LSD or something similar. And then there was the third group of faculty. The ones who went silent, refusing to admit that there was anything wrong at all. They were the ones who had actually noticed something was going on, realizing that it wasn't normal... that it wasn't just some prank. These were the ones who weren't about to risk their careers by claiming that something out of a science fiction book might possibly be real. "They're not much use," Paul muttered to himself. Then as Paul walked past a group of tables, occupied by students, he had to pause and do a double take. It was nothing new as he had been doing so all day. At one table, there was a group of guys, one of which was painting his fingernails, while all of them were talking about the latest fashions and giggling. Then at the next table over, there was a group of girls, whom Paul overheard excitedly talking about a football game. "Weird," he shook his head faintly, still not used to the constant anomalies he was running into. Nor did he think that he would ever be. Paul moved away from the tables, still watching for other signs of strangeness. He saw several, though they were of people he knew, or at least recognized, dressed or acting in an odd manor. Like the popular sorority girl who'd cut her hair short and was dressing mostly in black, or the campus slut who was now covering herself up, looking as though she were afraid to show any skin. And who knew how many other exchanges he'd seen and not even noticed. For a long moment, Paul shuddered in fear, wondering why he was still sticking around. Why he hadn't taken off and left the campus like a number of other students had done since this started. However, he already knew the answer. Curiosity. He was curious as hell and knew that he wouldn't be able to rest until he knew what was really causing all of this. Just then, Paul caught a glimpse of something blue out of the corner of his eye and snapped around for a better look, though he didn't see anything there when he did. However, he did see a guy in a wheelchair in that direction. He didn't know the guy's name, but he'd seen him around campus a few times. "Must be my imagination," Paul started to say. Suddenly, the guy in the wheelchair grabbed at his legs and exclaimed, "My legs! I can feel my legs!" The guy in the wheelchair was extremely excited as he struggled to get out of his chair. Then to Paul's amazement, the man actually stood up. There was a moment of hesitation, then a look of unbelievable delight on his face before he did a cautious jump... and then another. Finally, he started to walk around in circles, crying out in triumph. "Wow," Paul gasped, realizing immediately that he had just witnessed another one of these strange happenings, "Unbelievable." However, a moment later, Paul noticed something else. A girl who was sitting on the ground a fairly short distance from where the guy in the wheelchair had been. There was a look of fear and confusion on her face, and a look of panic as she started to pound at her motionless legs. "Oh shit," Paul muttered in realization. There had been another exchange... and he couldn't help but feeling absolutely horrible for the girl who'd suddenly lost the use of her legs. But just then, Paul noticed it again. A flickering glow out of the corner of his eye. He turned for a better look, but couldn't see anything. That just made him grimace, though this time he was sure it wasn't his imagination. It was whatever was causing the exchanges. After several seconds of consideration, and a look back at the girl stuck on the ground, Paul grimaced in determination and started off in the direction he'd last seen the glow moving. --- Corrie Martin leaned back against a tree in the courtyard and tried to focus on catching up on the subject material before the lecture after lunch. She frowned thoughtfully, absently rubbing the ring above her eyebrow as she did so. Though she was an attractive girl, with short dark blonde hair, Corrie had felt the need to decorate herself further and demonstrate her individuality. Specifically, there was a large Chinese dragon tattoo over much of her left arm, while her right bicep had a ring of thorns tattooed on it. There were other less visible tattoos scattered about, and several piercings. There was a ring over her eyebrow, a stud through her nose and tongue, as well as a ring through her navel. "Come on," Corrie muttered to herself, trying to absorb as much as she could while she still had time for a little cramming. "Talking to yourself?" a voice asked from beside her. "Huh?" Corey asked, looking up and seeing her friend Meadow there. Meadow was a bit straight laced and conservative, without a single tattoo and no piercings except for a single one in each ear. However, in spite of their differences, that didn't stop them from being good friends as well as room mates. As Meadow sat down, she brushed her long brown hair out of her face and asked in a nervous whispered, "You hear about all of those things happening?" Giving a faint nod, Corrie muttered, "Who hasn't?" However, she didn't take it all too seriously, figuring that someone was just spreading rumors and the like. Meadow nodded at that, though she didn't look comforted. Just then, Corrie felt a strange tingle run along her skin, causing her to pause and look down at her arm. She was stunned to see the tattoo on her arm beginning to fade out... looking as though it was years and years old, rather than only 6 months. But she was shocked to see it quickly fading out even more, until it was gone. Suddenly there was no doubt as to the reality of those stories she'd heard. "Oh shit," Corrie gasped aloud, quickly looking at her other arm but seeing no sign of the tattoo there either. Then she looked at the small one by her navel, seeing that not only was that missing, but so was her navel ring. There wasn't even a sign that she'd ever been pierced there. A quick feel with her fingers revealed that her other piercings had all vanished similarly. At that same moment, Meadow let out a loud gasp, staring at her arms... and at the colored patters that were beginning to form. Within moments, they had taken the form of a clearly recognizable tattoo... the exact same tattoo that had been on Corrie's arm just a minute earlier. Corrie's eyes locked on Meadow's arms, understanding beginning to form, "No fucking way..." "What the..." Meadow stammered weakly, then paused as she felt something wrong with her tongue. With that, Meadow stuck out her tongue and felt it... startled to feel the stud that now pierced it, just as it had Corrie's before. With a gasp of realization, she reached for the other places she'd felt tingling, finding that she now had rings and studs in all of the same places that Corrie had. They all felt rather odd being there... as well as just a tiny bit exciting. "Oh shit," Meadow exclaimed, frantically looking at the changes in her skin, at the new tattoos and piercings that she now possessed, feeling stunned and confused. Corrie and Meadow's eyes met and they stared at each other for several seconds in understanding. Then Corrie looked down, gulping at her plain, unadorned skin. She winced at the sight, cursing as she thought of all the money she had invested in her tattoos... and the pain she'd endured to get them. Now she would have to start all over again... "Damn," Corrie spat out in frustration. Meadow gulped as she looked at the ring through her navel, simultaneously her now studded tongue around the inside of her mouth, feeling extremely odd. Then she stared at the dragon tattoo on her arm, letting out another loud gasp, realizing what she must look like now. She'd never had any piercings or tattoos... nor any desire to get any. She'd never wanted to have something permanent like that on her skin... Suddenly, Meadow gasped again as she realized one other aspect of the sudden change. "My folks are going to kill me..." --- For a long minute, Paul just stared in amazement at the two girl's who'd just been exchanged right in front of him. He'd barely been able to believe it as he watched the tattoos vanish from one and reappear on the other. But what was more, was the fact that he knew the girls. "Jeez Meadow," Paul gasped, this being the first time that he'd actually seen such an obvious physical exchange occurring. He just wished it hadn't been one of his friends. Then Paul started moving towards the two girls, knowing that Meadow and her roommate would have to be a bit freaked out. However, before he could get there, he caught sight of the glow out of the corner of his eyes again. It was moving away from them. "Damn," Paul sighed, knowing that he had to keep following it... whatever IT was. Still, he couldn't help feeling guilty at not helping out Meadow and her roomie. Paul hurried in the direction that he had seen the glow moving towards, feeling mixed emotions as he did so. There was fear and excitement, all rolled up in one. His curiosity pushed him onward, and though he felt slightly ashamed to admit it, he was even excited at the possibility of what strange exchanges he might see next. "Come out, come out wherever you are," he muttered in faint annoyance, just before asking, "Just what are you? What are you up to?" However, there were no answers forthcoming. After going only to the other end of the courtyard, Paul wondered where to go next. Then he looked at the various students in the area around him, realizing that there were plenty of targets right there for that role exchanger. And for the first time, Paul realized that whatever was doing this did seem rather fond of going after people who were outside. At that moment, Paul noticed the glow again. But before he could do anything, he felt a strange tingling run straight through him, giving him just enough time to gasp in realization that it was getting him this time. That was followed by odd sensations in his body, as well as a fogging in his thoughts. There was a long pause as everything cleared, then a muttering of, "Damn." Taking several nervous breaths, Paula didn't get an immediate sense that something had changed, so slowly looked down to see if she could notice anything. She gave herself a quick once over, verifying that she was all right and still had her breasts. Suddenly Paula froze, a cold chill running through her body. Her eyes went back to her breasts and locked there in realization. Though they felt natural to her, and as though she should have them... she clearly remembered being flat chested just several minutes before. She clearly remembered being a guy. "Oh shit," Paula gasped, taking another look at her body, sensing that it was completely female. That didn't bother her in the least as she felt that it was just the way it should be, but it was scary for her to realize that someone had just messed with her... had changed her entire life without her even being aware of it right away. And that she felt perfectly normal being a girl...while the thought of being a guy seemed just a bit odd. "It got me..." Paula frowned, then looked around, realizing that she certainly wasn't the only one who'd been affected. Just about everyone who'd been close by, well over a dozen people had suddenly reversed gender. Several of them didn't even seem to realize it as they continued eating their late lunches or studying their books. "What?" one new girl gasped as she looked down at herself with an expression of confusion, not of horror. "But I was a guy..." "Me too," Paula told her with a sigh, taking another look at herself. At least, she thought absently, she had a pretty decent build. "Just great," the other girl grumbled, "Now I'm gonna have to get a new license." That was an aspect that Paula hadn't even considered until then. Then she continued, "First I start smoking without any idea why... and now I've changed sex." Paula stared at her for a moment thoughtfully; realizing that apparently being exchanged once didn't make you immune to being changed again. That was not particularly comforting. She didn't want to suddenly become something else. As the other girl had pointed out, this one was going to have enough problems with it as it was. Then Paula shook her head, thinking about just how different each of the exchange instances were. Some of them affected people mentally, and some didn't. There was no doubt that this instance, like the one with the smokers that morning, had changed their minds. It had made the new situation seem normal. Not all of them were like that though, and Paula couldn't quite decide whether or not she was one of the lucky or unlucky ones at having her point of view altered. "At least it will make this easier," she told herself. After a minute of thinking about what had just happened to her and the others around her, Paula paused and started cursing. She looked around, not seeing any sign of the blue glow. That made her scowl in annoyance, realizing that while she'd been distracted with what had happened, it had gotten away. "Damn that thing," Paula muttered as she began looking around again. As she did so, she couldn't help wondering if she was going to make it change everything back to normal if she could. Or if she even wanted to. After all, she wasn't that enthused about becoming a guy again... thanks to the number it had done on her head. But other than identifying herself as female instead of male, she was pretty confident that she was still herself. There were other's who weren't nearly so lucky. Finally, Paula caught sight of it again. It seemed that spotting the blue glow was getting easier with practice, as was watching it from the corner of her eye without looking at it directly. A faint smile formed on her lips, though it wasn't a particularly happy one. Still, she was just a little bit closer to getting an answer to what was going on. "And," she reminded herself, "One hell of a story." If anyone outside the campus would believe it that was. Paula was extremely nervous as she followed the glow around the corner of a building, more than half afraid that it would change her again. The thought that something could change her body... the very things that defined her self- identity was terrifying. However, her curiosity was stronger even than her fear. And there was the stubborn determination to see things out to the end. Taking a moment to look around, Paula saw that the area on the side of the building was empty of people. That meant that there weren't going to be any exchanges there, though it probably wouldn't take the glow... or whatever it was, too long to find new victims. That proved to be an accurate assessment as it went around the other side of the building, to where there were a few people wandering around. Not as many as on the other side, but more than enough for more mischief. Then on a sudden impulse, Paula called out, "Hey you!" She looked at the glow... or at least where she knew it was. Though she couldn't quite see it, she could feel that it had paused slightly, "Who are you? What are you?" She continued staring at it, trying to see it straight on... without much success. Even though Paula heard someone make a comment about her being crazy for talking to the air, Paula didn't take her eyes away. It was as though her gaze was the only thing keeping it where it was. And then, to her surprise, the glow started to become visible again. And closer. "Oh shit," Paula gulped, determined not to back down now. The glow slowly descended from the air, becoming more and more visible to Paula as it did so. Now she could see it straight on, not just from the corner of her eyes, though she could still see through it. The glow stopped severa