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This story was written as a serial over the period of several months. The Role Exchanger 2 By Morpheus Part 1 It was a nice Saturday in the quiet suburban neighborhood, with the people who lived there going about their normal business. There was nothing to break the usual peace and calm... until now. There was a strange flickering in the very air as a glowing blue ball of light slowly moved across the sky above. Reality itself seemed to rippled around the alien entity... Then it paused, hovering above the neighborhood, silently observing. Observing and trying to understand. The entity was not from that world... and the people that it observed confused/confounded/amazed it. Its thoughts, emotions, and perspectives were so alien as to be nearly incomprehensible, yet it found this world to be equally alien. It looked upon the strange creatures that inhabited that world with curiosity/benevolence. Even though the entity had observed the creatures of that world before, it was no closer to truly understanding them or their world. Their lack of uniformity and their taking of different roles seemed completely alien. Then it came to the conclusion/decision/whim to experiment on/help the native creatures... To increase/expand it's own understanding... and theirs. And with that, the Role Exchanger slowly moved to locate it's first assist/experiment... --- Janice adjusted her glasses and tried to focus on her history report, frowning in annoyance as she glanced over at her sister Beth. She frowned more, trying her hardest not to look at her older sister... though unable to resist a quick glance. It seemed something of an irony to Janice that, though they were sisters and separated by only a year, she and her 17 year old older sister were completely different. In fact, they were almost complete opposites, with Beth taking after their mother while Janice was left to take after their less impressive looking father. Beth was tall, beautiful and blonde, being one of the most popular girls on the cheerleading squad... and as a result, in the school. She was almost the very stereotype of a cheerleader. On the other hand, Janice was more the quintessential nerd, being skinny, nearly flat chested and plain looking, while possessing a slightly higher than average IQ. It was with a sigh of annoyance and envy that Janice looked over at Beth, who was admiring her latest sexy outfit in the mirror, preparing for her date... which was still hours away. That especially annoyed Janice, because she hadn't ever been on a real date or had a real boyfriend, while her sister was juggling a half dozen of them at a time. Suddenly Janice felt a strange tingle rush through her body and very being. She let out a gasp, then shook her head. But as she looked around, she realized that everything was becoming blurry. Janice removed her glasses to rub her eyes but was surprised to realize that she could see better without them. In fact, she could see perfectly fine without her classes. "What?" Beth suddenly gasped from the other side of their bedroom, "I can't see... Everything's gone blurry..." "I... I can see," Janice whispered in amazement. However, Janice was distracted from the fact that she could now see without her glasses by pressure in her chest. She looked down and her eyes went wide in amazement as she saw her shirt beginning to push out in front. Her breasts were growing right before her eyes. And as she grabbed at them, she let out a gasp of delight as she saw that they were real and solid. "Wow," Janice grinned in delight. She had no idea what was happening, but it felt oh so good... "I have breasts... Real breasts..." At the same time, Beth let out a scream, and Janice turned to see her sister standing there... now as flat chested as she herself had been just a minute earlier. But more than that, the rest of Beth's curves seemed to be slowly fading as well... Janice stared at Beth, then down at herself, feeling her clothes getting tight on her... especially in her chest and hips. She could see that her whole body was changing, becoming curvier... just like Beth's was... had been. And when she looked up and saw that Beth's very face had changed... becoming less beautiful and more... plain, Janice realized that she must have changed there as well. "Out of my way," Janice blurted out as she rushed to the mirror, gasping in awe as she saw her reflection, "Is that me..." The image that Janice saw in the mirror was her... but an idealized her. She was much more attractive than she had ever thought she could be... even beautiful. Her hand moved to her face and she saw that even her nails were long and not bitten off like she was used to seeing. And as Janice stared at her reflection, her hair started to lighten... to turn soft and blonde. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see Beth's hair darkening... "What's happening to me?" Beth tearfully demanded. "I don't know," Janice shook her head, unable to tear her eyes from the beautiful girl in the mirror, "But I LIKE it." With that, Janice tried to ignore her still sobbing sister as she looked herself over, realizing that she was definitely going to need some new clothes. And a boy... She licked her lips at the thought. There was no way that she was going to get a boy just sitting around the house and playing around with some silly history stuff. "Yuck," Janice cringed, "Who cares about that past stuff anyway..." Then Janice slowly turned to Beth and grinned, "Do you mind of I like... borrow some of your clothes?" She was dying to show her new body off. After all, there were so many boys and so little time... Part 2 Martin paused from where he was mowing the lawn and wiped his forehead before glancing around at the rest of the lawn that he had yet to mow. So far he had only finished half of it, a fact which annoyed him some as he wanted to go see one of his friend's instead. Then Martin looked over at the swing-set where his 8 year old little sister Tina was playing. He let out a sigh at that, thinking that it wasn't fair that he had to do chores while she just got to keep lying around. But then again, since he was 14, his parents expected him to help out around the house. "You're lucky you don't have to mow the lawn or do anything," Martin called out to Tina with a little of the annoyance in his voice. Tina just grinned and stuck her tongue out at him, asked, "Can you give me a push..." Martin rolled his eyes, "Sure..." As he went over to the swing, Tina grinned up at him, "I wish I was big enough to push myself." Playing small, cute and helpless was one of her favorite tactics to get what she wanted, though Martin didn't fall for it as well as their parents did. Just then, Martin noticed something out of the corner of his eye. It looked like some sort of glowing blue ball that was high in the air, but just as he was starting to turn for a better look, he suddenly felt extremely strange. At first, Martin just felt dizzy, but then suddenly everything went dark and numb, reality itself seemed to have been ripped out from under him. And just a moment later, everything returned. However, it was not the same... "What the..." Martin gasped in confusion as he suddenly realized that he was staring up at a boy who looked just like himself. Then Martin's eyes went wider as he realized that he was now sitting on a swing. He looked down at himself, letting out a loud scream in a familiar girl's voice... Tina's voice. It was her body... he had turned into TINA. "NO," Martin gasped out as he used his little girl hand's to grab his now long, dark blonde hair. "I feel funny," Tina exclaimed from Martin's body a few feet away. She looked down at herself, then at Martin before whispering, "Wow... I'm so big..." Martin could only stare up at his sister in shock, then back down at himself. As impossible as it was, there was no doubt that they had somehow traded bodies. It didn't make sense... "This kind of stuff doesn't happen," Martin gulped, "It's impossible..." However, he couldn't argue with the proof that was in front of him. With the proof that WAS him. "Oh wow," Tina giggled as she put a hand on top of Martin's head, giggling again, "Are you me now? You look so small..." "And... and you look so big," Martin whispered, beginning to become afraid. He felt so small and weak, with everything around him seeming so much bigger than normal. Tina grinned from Martin's body as she looked at the swing-set, gasping, "Everything is so small..." Martin grimaced, wanting to scream out in rage and confusion. But he closed his eyes, slowly counting to five before saying, "We've got to figure out how to get back to normal..." He shuddered, not wanting to be in Tina's body for a moment more than he had to. It was just too weird... There was no way that he wanted to be stuck as a little girl... not even for a minute. "No way," Tina giggled again, "This is fun..." "We've got to change back..." Martin snapped, getting angry at just how well Tina was taking their strange switch. But Tina just stuck her tongue out as she stared down at him, "No way..." Then she grinned, smugly adding, "And you can't make me..." "What?" Martin gasped in surprise. "But..." "I'm gonna go play now," Tina grinned, sticking her tongue out at him one more time before turning and running away. "NO!" Martin cried out, trying to run after his sister but not being able to keep up with her in his new smaller body. "NO..." And as Martin hit the ground, crying at how his whole life had just been destroyed, he caught sight of the blue glow out of the corner of his eye again. He grimaced, remembering how he'd seen it right before he and Tina had traded places. "That blue glow," Martin whispered to himself, his mind racing as grew sure that this had something to do with how he and Tina had traded bodies. And if it had changed them in the first place, it might be able to change them back. Part 3 Dan shifted his position ever so slightly from where he sat on the couch, his eyes remaining locked on the game on ESPN. He smiled, setting his beer on top of his beer belly, glad to see that his team was ahead. Then as the game hit a slow moment, he glanced back at his wife Janet who was busy vacuuming the floor. Dan had been tempted to ask her to be quiet so that he could hear the game, though he knew better than to even try. Suddenly their 14 year old son Martin burst into the room, stopped in front of them both and flexed his muscles, proudly exclaiming, "Look how big and strong I am now..." And with that, he let out a loud giggle before running out of the room. For a moment, Dan just stared at where his son had run off to, then he shook his head. "That boy is getting weird..." "He's a teenager," Janet commented as if that explained it all, "And a male one at that..." After shaking his head, Dan tried turning his attention back to the game while Janet took one look at her husband and let out a sigh. It just didn't seem fair that every weekend he would sit down and do nothing but watch sports and drink beer while she was left to do all the housework. Then she blinked, feeling just a little odd. "Time for a bathroom break," Dan muttered, getting up without concern that the game was beginning to get more active. As Dan left the room, Janet found herself watching the TV. The movement of the players was almost hypnotic, and she found herself silently cheering for Dan's... her team. This game was much more interesting than she ever would have guessed... With that, Janet moved over to the couch and sat down in Dan's favorite spot, the vacuum completely forgotten about for the moment. Her eyes remained riveted to the TV, though one of her hands undid the top button of her pants, which were beginning to feel a bit tight. "I must be putting on some weight," Janet muttered to herself, though she had always worked hard to keep herself fit. Janet let out a loud unladylike belch, then absently scratched at her crotch without even thinking of it. She frowned as her team was getting behind, then settled her hand on her stomach which seemed to be growing into a decent beer belly without her even being aware of it. Dan came back from the bathroom a minute later, holding his pants up since they had gotten a bit loose, as though he had just lost a bit of weight. However, Dan just smiled at that, knowing that his new diet and efforts to keep fit must have been paying off... Then he saw Janet sitting in front of the TV and paused, watching the game for just a moment before yawning. It was so boring... He just couldn't see how he'd ever been interested in a bunch of people just running around... It barely even made any sense to him. At a faint shake of his head and a sigh at how Janet was just sitting there like a mindless lump, Dan picked up the vacuum and looked around the living room. There was still a bit of cleaning around the house that needed to be done. "Hey honey," Janet called back, not even looking away from the game, "Can you bring me a beer..." For a moment, Dan just blinked in confusion, thinking that it was odd since Janet didn't even like beer. But then he shook his head, feeling a bit embarrassed for forgetting that HE was the one who preferred a nice wine cooler to beer. When Dan had brought Janet her beer, she just mumbled her thanks, as if he wasn't quite as important as the game on in front of her. He sighed, knowing that he couldn't expect anything different as long as the game was on. "Oh well," Dan said as he picked up the vacuum, "I still have a lot to do... And what am I going to fix for dinner..." Part 4 Martin stood out in the back yard, staring down at himself in stunned horror. No matter how many times he looked at himself, he was still the same. He was still trapped in his little sister Tina's body. "What happened to me?" Martin asked, not for the first time. "I can't be eight years old again..." He shook his head, "I can't be a girl..." Then Martin shook his head in frustration. He didn't even know what had made him and Tina trade bodies. All that he knew was that he'd seen something blue out of the corner of his eye when it had happened. Finally, after staying in the back yard for another fifteen minutes, Martin sighed and went inside the house. Maybe his parents could help him and Tina get back to normal... if they believed him. It might not be easy since Tina didn't want to go back to normal yet. However, when Martin went inside the house, he froze, staring at his parents in surprise. His dad was standing there, dusting down the furniture, and looking almost thin. And at the same time, his mom was sitting on the couch, staring at the TV with a beer in hand. And he gasped at the realization that her stomach had gotten bigger. "What's going on?" Martin gasped in surprise. Martin gulped, staring at his parents. To his horror, it looked as though they might have swapped bodies the same way that he and Tina had. Now they'd have no choice but to believe him... "What do you mean honey? Martin's dad responded with a look of confusion. "Um... mom..." Martin said, staring at his dad who was still dusting. "What?" Martin's mom responded from the couch, not bothering to look back. Then she said, "Keep it quiet will you... This game is incredible... I can't believe I missed the rest of the season..." "Dad?" Martin blinked as he stared at his mom. "What?" his dad asked in exasperation. Then Martin shook his head in confusion. His mom and dad were acting just like each other... It was almost like they had traded bodies like he and Tina had... but it wasn't quite like that. His dad still answered when he called for his dad and his mom still answered when he called for his mom. It was like they had traded places... but didn't even seem to know it. "Weird," Martin gulped, shaking his head. But he supposed that it wasn't really any weirder than what had happened to him and Tina. Martin went to his bedroom, wanting to think things through... or at least be alone. However, he found that Tina was already there in his body. Looking up at his giant of a sister, Martin exclaimed, "Get out. This is my room..." "Not anymore," Tina grinned down at Martin from his own 14 year old body, "It's my room now..." And then, Tina grabbed Martin's arm. He struggled go pull loose, but she was just too big and strong for him. He continued to struggle, but it was no use at all. She easily shoved him right out the door without his even being able to do anything about it. The door to his own bedroom slammed shut behind him and he could hear it locking. The words 'my room now' echoed in Martin's head. He gulped, realizing that Tina had not only taken his body but seemed to want to take his whole life as well. And with her being as big as she was in comparison to him now, there was nothing that he could do about it. Not with his parents acting all weird like that and not even seeming to know that they were. Since Martin obviously wasn't going to get anything figured out inside the house, he went out into the front yard. At least there he wouldn't have to deal with Tina or his weird parents. Martin looked across the street where he noticed a couple of the neighbor kids playing in their front yard. It was Suzie and Billy, a couple of 10 year old twins. At the moment, Suzie was busy playing with her dolls while Billy was a using a toy gun to chase some imagined bad guy. But as Martin watched, they both suddenly paused and looked confused. They even dropped their toys, suddenly looking completely bored with them. "What?" Martin blinked at the way that they were both suddenly acting different. And then, as if to prove Martin's suspicions, Billy bent over and picked up Suzie's dropped dolls... looking quite interested in them. At the same time, she had retrieved his toy gun. In just moments, they were both back to playing... but with each other's toys. "Oh wow," Martin gulped, thinking that this was exactly like what had happened to his parents. Whatever had messed with him and Tina... and their parents had just gotten Billy and Suzie. It was then that Martin noticed something from the corner of his eyes. It was that blue glow again. He turned to look at it directly, but it seemed to be gone. However, he'd seen which direction that the glow had been moving in and with a grimace of determination, he began following. Part 5 Sue smiled gratefully at Evie, the 13 year old girl from next door, then handed her a ten dollar bill. "Thank you for watching Tyler for me," Sue told Evie, quickly glancing her 4 year old son who was busy playing with his toys on the floor. "I'm glad that you could watch him for a few hours while I took care of the shopping." "No problem," Evie grinned, happily eying the money and thinking of what she could spend it on. "I like babysitting him..." Evie just didn't mention how much she also liked getting money. Then Sue settled her hand on her swollen stomach, smiling as she thought of the 8 months that it had taken to get that large. And of the one final month that she had left to carry that weight. "It won't be long before I have another little one for you to babysit too," Sue told Evie with a pleasant smile. Then Sue gasped, "Oooh, the little devil just kicked..." "Can I feel it?" Evie asked eagerly. "Sure," Sue nodded, gently patting her pregnant belly, "Right here..." "Oooh," Evie grinned, "I felt him kick..." "Not as much as I felt it," Sue sighed. Just then, Sue felt a strange tingling wash through her body. She staggered for a moment, "These pregger hormones take a lot out of you..." "Oh," Evie shook her head, "I feel weird..." Sue gasped as she felt the strange tingling in her stomach, suddenly becoming worried. This was the second time that she'd been pregnant, and she had never felt anything like this before. She set her hand on her stomach, then gasped in shock as she felt it actually becoming smaller beneath her hand. At the same time, Evie gulped, feeling something extremely weird within her own stomach. She looked down and gasped as it seemed to be bigger. Evie grabbed at her stomach, feeling it actually getting bigger... "What's wrong with me?" Evie and Sue simultaneously gasped in fear. "My baby," Sue gulped, her eyes widening as her stomach looked 5 months pregnant, then 4... Evie cried out, having to undo her pants buttons as her stomach continued to expand, swelling larger and larger with every passing moment. Evie looked up at Sue, her eyes begging for help... but then she froze as she saw that Sue's maternity clothes were loose... She could only stare as Sue's stomach became smaller... while hers continued to grow larger. "MY BABY," Sue cried out in horror as she grabbed at her new flat stomach. There was no sign of her baby... no sign that she was pregnant at all. "My stomach," Evie cried, tears rushing down her cheeks Evie clutched her massive stomach in shock, confusion and horror. It was so huge... and heavy. It almost felt like she had a pumpkin in there... Sue could only stare at her own flat stomach in complete shock, until Evie's crying drew her attention. She looked to the girl's massive swollen stomach and let out a loud gasp. "My baby..." Sue gulped, unable to take her eyes off of Evie. Evie tore her eyes off of the huge bulge that her stomach had become, then stared at Sue's flat stomach. She gasped, then gasped even louder as she felt something kick inside of her. For a moment, Sue and Evie could only stare at each other in horror and simultaneous understanding. And a moment later, they both let out their loudest screams... --- Frank frowned slightly as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, then reached for the beard trimmer. It was getting about time to trim it down a little, though his wife had hinted several times that she wouldn't mind seeing the whole thing go. "Not my pride and joy," Frank chuckled to himself. It was then that Frank noticed the 6 year old boy who had wandered into the bathroom and was standing there behind him, watching in unusual silence. "Hey sport," Frank greeted his son Billy. Billy just looked up at his dad, then asked, "Why do you shave?" Frank rolled his eyes slightly as the 'why game' had begun. The frequent questions were something that he had gotten used to while having a curious little boy around the house. But that was all right as long as the questions didn't turn to ones about the birds and the bees. "To look good," Frank answered slowly. "It's like getting a hair cut on my face..." "Why don't I shave?" Billy asked curiously. "Because you're a little boy," Frank responded with the same answer that he gave to so many of Billy's questions. "You'll shave when you're a little older..." Just then, Frank felt a strange tingling along his skin. He blinked, wondering if he'd gotten some sort of static shock, but then he froze, noticing his reflection in the mirror. "What the hell?" Frank gasped in confusion. Frank's reflection in the mirror was changing... at least his reflection's beard was. His reflection's beard was much thinner and shorter... and getting even more so. Frank couldn't resist grabbing his own beard but gasping in shock as he felt little more than stubble on his chin. And even that quickly faded away. "What the hell?" Frank repeated. He ran his hand over his cheeks, but they were perfectly smooth... without even a trace of stubble. Not even the slight roughness that he used to feel after a good thorough shave. And then Frank noticed his arms. They were hairless. His arms were completely smooth, without a single hair on them. "What's going on?" Frank gulped. Frank ran his hands over his arms, then quickly felt under his arm... There wasn't a single hair... Not on his arms... not under his arm pits... and not on his chest. In fact, he quickly discovered that he didn't seem to have a single hair anywhere on his body anymore... except for his eyebrows and what was on his head. Then Frank heard Billy giggle and exclaim, "This is funny daddy..." "What?" the confused man responded as he turned to look. Suddenly Frank froze at the sight of his son... and the full beard that grew from the 6 year old's face. And following that was the realization that Billy now had hairy arms and chest. In fact, from what Frank could see, his son now had a good bit of body hair. "Oh my God," Frank gasped, sure that he had to be having some sort of weird nightmare. However, Billy just pulled on his new beard and giggled, "Can I shave now daddy..." Part 6 Martin frowned, feeling extremely uncomfortable and nervous as he walked down his own street. He gulped, looking around. Everything looked so much bigger than normal. But that wasn't surprising since he was currently trapped in the body of his 8 year old sister. "I feel so small," Martin whispered. Then he shuddered. He felt so small, weak and helpless. How in the world could he possibly be stuck as Tina? He couldn't bear the thought. Just then, Martin froze as he heard a scream coming from the house next to him. He was about to run over and check it out, but then he saw someone else on the street. Someone he recognized. "Beth," Martin called out to her. For as long as Martin could remember, he'd had a crush on the pretty blonde 17 year old cheerleader who lived just a few houses down from him. Then again, that was nothing unusual as nearly every boy that she saw liked her. However, unlike most of the other boys, Martin had always liked Beth's sister Janice too. She wasn't as pretty as Beth, but she'd always been pretty nice to Martin, even helping him with his homework a couple of times. "Sorry Tina," the girl exclaimed as she got closer, "But I'm not Beth..." It was only then that Martin got a closer look and gasped in surprise. From a distance, even a close distance, she definitely resembled Beth. She was very pretty, had the blonde hair and even wore the same clothes as Beth. But when Martin took a second look, he was shocked to realize that this was Beth's sister Janice. "Janice?" Martin gasped in disbelief. Whatever had changed him had obviously gotten to her too. "Yeah," she giggled and tossed her blonde hair back, "Do you like?" She spun around to let him get a look at her body, "I've just had like, the worlds BEST makeover..." "But..." Martin stammered, "What happened to you?" "Sorry Tina," Janice shrugged, obviously thinking that Martin was his sister, which was no surprise since he was still in her body. "I'd like to talk more, but I'm going to go see Mark and show him my new look..." And with that, Janice gave Martin a quick and patronizing pat on his head before walking down the street. All that he could do was stare after her, feeling awed by her sudden transformation and ashamed at how small he was next to her. "I feel like a midget," he whined to himself. After shaking his head, Martin took several deep breaths and then took a slow look around the neighborhood. He gulped, knowing that whatever was going on was much bigger than just him and Tina trading bodies. It seemed to be messing with just about everyone in the neighborhood. But then, Martin was distracted by the sight of what at first impression, seemed to be Janice standing outside of her house. She had dark hair that was pulled back into a ponytail, was wearing frumpy clothes and glasses... just like Janice normally did. However, after just running into Janice, he knew that this wasn't her. "Um... Beth?" Martin asked her nervously as he went over. Beth looked down at Martin and he gulped, seeing that it was indeed her. She didn't look like herself though. She just looked more... plain. Beth wasn't nearly as pretty as normal, and she even had a bit of acne, which he didn't think she'd ever had. It was her... but it was definitely not the Beth that he knew. "You... you know who I am?" Beth blinked in surprise, then adjusted her glasses as though she had been wearing them for years. "What happened to you and Janice?" Martin asked, already knowing the answer. "How did you know?" Beth paused, looking around nervously, then looking down at Martin. "You're acting a bit unusual Tina..." "I... I'm not Tina," Martin told her, hoping... praying that she'd believe him. He wasn't sure that he'd believe him if an 8 year old girl came up and said that she was really a 14 year old boy. "I'm Martin..." "Martin?" Beth frowned skeptically. "Me and Tina switched bodies," Martin admitted shamefully, feeling humiliated by that fact. "We were in our back yard and then suddenly we were each other..." "Unbelievable," Beth gasped. She cringed, looking down at herself with a look of disgust. "So I'm not the only one..." Martin shook his head, "No..." Beth just stood there, looking as though she were about to start crying. "Something gave Janice my breasts and my prettiness..." She shook her head and admitted, "I think it did something to my head too..." Martin could only nod at that, having seen similar things with the way that his parents were acting and the way that the kids across the street had suddenly exchanged interest in their toys. "I can't handle this," Beth cried out, "This isn't fair..." "I know," Martin grimaced, "I don't want to be a girl..." "I'll never get a boyfriend again," Beth whimpered, "I'm just a nerd now..." Then Beth shook her head and hurried away, leaving Martin standing there alone. He gulped, shaking as he watched her run away. He'd been hoping that the older girl would help him figure out how to get back to normal. "I guess..." Martin whispered as he thought about the fact that least he was still thinking like himself, "I guess it could have been even worse..." However, that was still rather hard for him to imagine. Part 7 Chloe smiled as she pulled into the driveway, letting out a sigh of relief. It had been a rather enjoyable last couple of days, but a rather busy couple of days as well. She wasn't used to having someone else to look after. With that, Chloe looked over at the passenger side of the car where her 10 year old niece Kim sat. Kim had been visiting her for the last several days, but now it was finally time to return her home. "We're home," Chloe smiled to her niece. "It was fun," Kim grinned as they climbed out of the car. As they were heading up to the door, Chloe heard something and turned to look over at the next yard where the neighbor was busy working in the garden. The neighbor was an Asian woman in her late thirties or early forties. Chloe didn't even know the woman's name. "Her last name is probably Lee," Chloe smirked to herself, knowing that so many of those people had the same last name. Just then, Chloe felt a strange tingling over her skin. It almost felt like goosebumps running over her entire body all at once. She shivered, then glanced down at Kim. "Your mom is going to be happy to have you back," Chloe smiled. However, as Kim grinned back up at her, Chloe blinked in surprise. Kim's normally bluish gray eyes... about the same color as her own, where now brown. Then Chloe realized that Kim's hair was getting darker. It was getting darker even as she watched, turning from blonde to a dark brown, and then to black. "What the hell?" Chloe gasped in horror as she took a step back. But even as Chloe watched, Kim continued to change. Kim's skin grew slightly darker as well, taking on a somewhat different tone. And her eyes... Kim's eyes narrowed on the sides... "Aunt Chloe?" Kim gasped in shock. "You look funny..." "Me..." Chloe blinked in surprise. Chloe looked down at herself and let out a loud gasp. Her skin was darker. She stared at Kim, then her hands went up to her face. It felt different... Suddenly Chloe noticed the Asian woman next door. Her hair was... blonde. It took a moment to realize that this was indeed the same woman, because she didn't look the same as she had just a minute earlier. That wasn't an Asian woman working in the garden, but a blue eyed, blonde haired Caucasian. And she didn't even seem to notice that she had changed. "Oh my God," Chloe gulped, giving one more glance at Kim before suddenly running into the house. Chloe didn't wait for her sister to come and let her in, nor even wait for an invitation. She just ran through the open door and straight for where she knew the bathroom was. Then she froze, staring at her reflection in absolute shock and disbelief. "What's happening?" Chloe gasped, her eyes going wide. Or at least going as wide as they now seemed to be able to. The reflection wasn't hers... or at least not the reflection that she knew. It wasn't her... It couldn't be... There was an Asian woman staring back from the mirror. She had black hair rather than Chloe's normal blonde and almond shaped eyes. Her whole face seemed subtly altered... It was her face... and was recognizable as her... but it was also undeniably Asian. Just then Kim came in, staring up at her, "What's happening to you Aunt Chloe..." Chloe could only gulp in fear and confusion. "I... I don't know." Then Chloe gestured for Kim to see her own reflection. The girl took a look into the mirror as well and let out a loud gasp. "Is... is that me?" Kim whimpered. "Yeah..." Chloe whispered, "I think it is..." Then she paled, "What am I going to tell people..." Especially when she didn't even know herself. A moment later, Chloe heard her sister's voice call out, "What, you couldn't even say hi to me when you got here...?" But as Chloe's sister and Kim's mother stepped into the bathroom, she froze, her eyes going wide in confusion. "Hi mommy," Kim waved at her somewhat nervously... A moment later, a sphere of glowing blue light slowly moved away from the house, followed by the sounds of three screams.... Part 8 Janice smiled as she walked down the street, soaking up the attention that she knew everyone who saw her was giving. She absolutely loved the new her, the new beauty and the new curves. For the first time in her life, she felt beautiful and wanted. For the first time in her life, she felt as though she wasn't in Beth's shadow. "She's in mine now," Janice smirked as she looked down at her curvy new body. But then Janice paused, thinking of Beth and realizing how hard this must all be for Beth. Janice felt a bit sorry for her sister, losing all of this beauty and everything. There was no doubt that Beth would no longer be able to get cute boys to do whatever she wanted... "I don't know what made us change," Janice told herself defensively, "It's not my fault..." Then she grinned, "Besides, it's my turn to have fun now..." With that, Janice continued on her way, even quickening her step a bit. Then she paused, seeing that hottie Scottie sitting in his driveway and working on his motorcycle. Janice immediately stopped and smiled. Scott was 19 years old, and the hottest guy that she'd ever seen. He was tall and muscular.... "What a dream," Janice purred to herself. She knew that there was absolutely no way that Scott would have ever noticed the old her, but the new her was something else entirely. And with a smile, Janice walked straight up to him. "Hi Scott," Janice greeted him with a sexy grin. She never would have had the courage to do something like that before, but it felt perfectly natural for her to do so now. "Nice bike..." It wasn't his bike that she was looking at though. "Um, thanks," Scott grinned back at her as he sat up, giving Janice a slow scan and liking what he saw. "You look sort of familiar. Do I know you?" "Yes and no," Janice giggled. He'd met the old her, but certainly hadn't met the new her before. Scott had certainly known Beth before too, though Janice was sure that he would no longer have any interest for the girl that she had become. With that, Scott moved closer and the two of them just stood there admiring each other's attractive bodies. Janice could feel herself getting excited, exciting in a way that she had never quite felt before. Of course, the old her wasn't quite able to bring about this kind of excitement in others. Just then, Janice noticed something out of the corner of her eye... a blue glow. But when she turned for a better look, there was nothing there. Janice shrugged then turned her attention back to Scott, but paused as she did so. She slowly looked him over, frowning a bit as she did so. All that thrill and excitement that she got from looking at him was gone. In fact, she couldn't even figure out what it was about him that she'd liked. He was so... boring. Then for some reason, Janice's thoughts shifted to Cindy from school... Now that girl was interesting, and Janice couldn't help smiling at the thought. She'd love to get her hands... or tongue on Cindy, or maybe Laurie. "Ugh," Janice shuddered as she took a step away from Scott, wondering what she was doing wasting her time with him. Boys were just so boring. What she really wanted was to find a couple of cute girls... At the same time, Scott frowned as he looked over Janice, no longer finding her quite as appealing either. In fact, he rather wished that this girl would go away so that he could go see his buddy Ralph... Scott smiled appreciatively at the thought of Ralph's big muscles... "I've got to go," Janice told Scott as she turned away. "Me too," Scott frowned, deciding that he should go over and see Ralph. With that, Janice hurried away, frowning slightly as she wondered what she had been doing with Scott at all. He was just so... uninteresting. She'd much rather be using that time to go and find some cute girls... Part 9 Martin scowled as he looked around, his eyes scanning the sky and rooftops. However, he didn't see a thing. "Where is it?" Martin muttered to himself. That blue glow that responsible for all the strangeness... He'd lost it again... but that was not surprising. He'd only been able to see it from the corner of his eyes, to catch glimpses and glances of yet. But unfortunately, every time that he tried to look straight at the glowing blue ball... it wasn't there. "Only glimpses," Martin mused, slowly turning around until he caught the fainting bit of blue from the corner of his eye. It was only for a moment before it was gone, but that was enough. And with a triumphant, "Gotcha," he turned and hurried in that direction. Martin had only gone a few more houses before he saw something that made him stop. It wasn't the glowing blue ball, but three people standing out in front of their house arguing. Though Martin didn't really know any of those three people, he definitely recognized them from around the neighborhood. There was Marci Turner, the 30 something year old woman who was known as something of a bitch. She was always yelling and in a bad mood. At the moment, Mrs. Turner was yelling at her 5 year old neighbor Anita. From what Martin could overhear, it seemed as though Anita had been caught running through Ms. Turner's flowerbed. Then there was the third person, a very pretty 19 year old girl whom Martin didn't know. He had seen her around over the last couple weeks and knew that she was staying with Anita's family, but he wasn't sure if she was Anita's aunt, half sister or something else. "You little BRAT," Mrs. Turner howled out at the terrified 5 year old. "What where you doing in this bitch's yard?" the unknown girl demanded of Anita as well, looking almost as angry as Mrs. Turner. "You were told not to go there..." "What did you call me?" Mrs. Turner demanded, glaring at the other girl. Martin took a deep breath, not wanting to get in the middle of that but feeling a bit sorry for Anita. And of course, he could always ask them about the glowing blue ball... "Excuse me," Martin exclaimed as he hurried closer, "Have you guys seen a glowing blue ball..." He grimaced a bit as he looked up, once again reminded of just how short he had become now that he was inside the body of his 8 year old sister Tina. Martin really hoped that he could get back to normal... "Go away little girl," Mrs. Turner snorted, barely sparing Martin a glance, "You're interrupting me..." "Get lost kid," the 19 year old added, glaring intently at Mrs. Turner. Martin glanced over at Anita, who was giving him a grateful look. Martin might not have been doing much, but it looked like she appreciated his attempt. Just then, Martin felt a tingling sensation rush through his body. It felt a little similar to what he'd felt when he and Tina had traded bodies a little earlier, but quite different as well. Suddenly, the tingling sensation grew even stronger, causing Martin to gasp. It took him a moment more to realize that he could feel his body changing... And his clothes...they were getting tighter. "What the fuck?" the 19 year old demanded in surprise. Martin quickly looked to her, his eyes going wide as he noticed that her clothes were getting a little loose on her. However, she wasn't the only one. Mrs. Turner's clothes were getting looser on her as well. "I feel funny," Anita exclaimed. And it was no wonder. Martin gasped as he saw that she looked more like a 7 year old girl than a 5 year old. Then Martin looked down at himself, realizing that he had grown as well. He wasn't sure how much though, but the ground definitely looked further away than it had just a few minutes earlier. He even let out a faint sigh of relief at that, though it was quickly overshadowed by the worry he felt for what was happening to him. "Hey," Martin gulped, "My clothes..." It was then that Martin noticed that his clothes, which had been so tight that they were near the point of bursting, had suddenly gotten looser on him. His clothes were growing along with his body. And a quick glance revealed that so were Anita's, just like Mrs. Turner and the 19 year old girl's clothes were shrinking. For a moment, Martin just stared at the two older women, realizing that they weren't exactly shrinking... They were getting younger. The strange girl looked to be about 13 or 14 years old, while Mrs. Turner looked to be in her early twenties...and both were still getting younger. But even though Martin was completely in awe by the changes occurring in the three people around him, that was nothing compared to the amazement he felt when he looked down at himself again. He was growing older too... just like Anita. "Oh my..." Martin gulped, grabbing his chest which had just begun swelling outwards. There was no doubt in his mind that he was growing breasts. It was too obvious. And as he was growing them, the former 19 year old was losing hers. There was a brief moment when Martin and the former 19 year old were the same height and the same age, but that passed as she grew younger and smaller while he grew bigger and older. There was also no doubt that he and Mrs. Turner would soon pass in ages the same way. "I'm getting BIG," Anita laughed in delight. At the same time, the two youthening women cried out in fear and confusion. "I'm shrinking..." Mrs. Turner blurted out. "You're a teenager," the former 19 year old gasped as she stared at Mrs. Turner, and at Anita. It wasn't clear which of the two she was talking about, "I'm turning into a little kid..." Then Martin looked over at Anita again and blinked in surprise. She was the same height as him... and she looked to be about 15... then 16. Martin could feel himself changing for only a moment more before he felt them stop. He could feel himself staying as he was. But to his surprise, Anita was still growing older... She passed her teens and went into her twenties, and still she aged. "What the..." Martin gulped. "I'm a little kid," the former 19 year old cried out as she clutched at her much smaller body. She looked to be just a little girl of about 8 years old. Martin returned his attention to Anita, who was now an adult woman who was entering her thirties. She aged for a few more years and then seemed to stop, just as Martin had a few moments earlier. He stared at her for a moment, and then at the 5 year old girl that Mrs. Turner had become... "Oh my," Martin whispered in realization, trying to ignore the crying that came from the 5 year old girl. However, after she let out a scream, she went running for her house. "This can't be..." However, as Martin looked at the thirty something Anita, the 8 year old girl and down at himself, he knew what had happened. It was almost obvious. Anita and Mrs. Turner had traded ages... Then it also looked like he and the other girl had traded ages as well. That would make him about 19. "I'm even older than normal," Martin breathed aloud. He stared down at his body, no longer the body of a girl, but that of a woman. He even had the curves to prove it. "I can't believe how big I am," Anita exclaimed, "And how small you are..." She was looking at the former 19 year old, giggling as she did so. Martin cringed at that reaction, reminded a little too much of how Tina had acted right after they had traded bodies. He felt extremely sorry for the girl whose age he now possessed, and even for that bitch Mrs. Turner. "It traded our ages," Martin muttered, nervously stepping away from the remaining two. They barely even seemed to notice him doing so. And thinking of how he and Tina had traded bodies, and how his parents were acting like each other, Martin gulped, "It's like something is making people trade places somehow..." Martin paused to look down at himself again, taking a deep breath as he took in the changes. He wasn't a little girl anymore, but he wasn't sure that these changes were really too much of an improvement. Instead of being a 14 year old boy or an 8 year old girl, he was now a 19 year old girl... a woman. He didn't know what to think of that. Then tearing his mind back to the task at hand, to the goal which he had set himself earlier. Martin went to continue his search for whatever was making people exchange roles... And he was going to find it. Even if it changed him again, that role exchanger wasn't going to escape him... Part 10 Heather was a 24 year old housewife and quite attractive, though sometimes it was difficult to tell just how much so as she always dressed in conservative clothes which seemed to hide rather than flatter her body. Even her brunette hair was pulled back into a conservative ponytail. At the moment though, Heather was standing just outside of her front door, nervously looking around. Something strange was going on... She had no idea what it was, but there was no doubt that it was something bad. Just a short while ago, one of Heather's friends from down the street had called her, blabbering something about her daughter who was only ten having suddenly grown a pair of breasts while she had just as suddenly become flat chested. She had been so hysterical that Heather could barely make out any of what she'd said before hanging up. "I don't like this," Heather whispered, feeling something in the air and wondering if maybe it might be the devil playing one of his tricks. She gave a little prayer, then carefully went out to check her mail. Before Heather had even gotten halfway to where her mailbox was on the street, she saw the two neighbor boys and let out a faint gasp. The two brothers were different... Chuckie had always been a bit overweight, earning him the nickname Chunkie among some of the crueler kids, while his brother Timmy had always been the thinner of the two. But to Heather's surprise, Chuckie looked... skinny, while Timmy had suddenly gained a lot of weight. Timmy caught Heather looking at him and blushed horribly before running off. "Oh my," she whispered, suddenly feeling even more nervous than before. Just then, Heather noticed that the woman who lived in the house on the other side of her was coming over to their cluster of mail boxes as well. She frowned, not liking or trusting that woman. Not only did that woman dress like some kind of slut, but there was something else about her... At the same time, the tall and beautiful Tara was walking from her own house towards the mailboxes. She was a woman who was quite passionate, though it was a hard passion which suited her profession and fetish for being a dominatrix. Sometimes, like at the moment, Tara wondered why she had ever bothered buying a house in the suburbs. Of course, it was quiet for the most part and it gave her a sense of privacy. However, it also meant that she had to deal with all those neighbors. Neighbors like that tight assed little goody-two-shoes who was standing at the mail boxes. "The little bitch probably doesn't do anything besides the missionary position," Tara muttered in distain, then quite accurately added, "In fact she looks like the type who probably didn't have sex until she was married..." Tara snorted at that, and at the concept of marriage. Who needed a man as a husband when it was much more satisfactory to have him as a slave. In fact, that little bitch's husband might make for a fine pet... with a little breaking in. Just then, Tara felt a strange tingling rush through her. She grimaced under the faint confusion that filled her thoughts for just a moment. But as she turned and looked around, she KNEW that something had changed. "Darn," Tara whispered, suddenly feeling quite nervous. It was a feeling that she was not used to. And she couldn't even tell why she was feeling that way, only that there was something wrong. Then Tara did something else that she was not prone to do and had not done since she was a small child. She gave a small prayer under her breath. But then Tara looked down at herself and her eyes went wide in shock. Her clothes... She'd never realized just how... raunchy they were until then. Who in their right mind would wear something like fishnet stockings or a short skirt. It was so... embarrassing. "How could I wear something like this in public?" Tara gulped, blushing bright red. Tara took one more quick look around, and forgetting both her plan to check her mail and whatever it was that had been making her feel nervous, she turned and rushed back into her house, eager to get out of those clothes and into something that was more proper. Heather stood up straight, suddenly no longer afraid in the least. She took a deep breath, feeling... confident. More confident than she had ever felt before in her life. She had no idea why she had been so nervous and afraid just a few minutes before, when it was obvious that there was absolutely nothing to be afraid of. But then Heather saw her neighbor suddenly turn around and rush back into her house. She snorted in distain at that, wondering what kind of wimp would do something like that. "Fucking pathetic," Heather muttered under her breath, "Just like everyone else in this place..." And, she added silently, just like her husband. For a moment, Heather just thought about her husband and sneered, almost feeling sick at herself when she thought about all that she'd done for him. She'd cooked for him. She'd cleaned for him. Then Heather realized, she was sick and tired of being a nice and proper housewife. She was tired of always being the 'good girl'. In fact, the very words 'housewife' and 'good girl' made her grimace in disgust. "That fucking little worm," Heather grimaced as she continued to think of her husband. There was absolutely no doubt in Heather's mind that it was time to do something about him... She was going to have to make a few changes in their relationship. And she was going to teach that little pansy that called himself her husband who it was that really wore the pants in the family. "Maybe some skirts or lace panties for him," Heather chuckled slightly, beginning to get a bit turned on by the very thought of forcing her husband to wear that stuff. In fact, the more she thought about just how much she could control her husband, the more turned on she became. Then Heather turned, and with a cruel smile, began to walk back to her front door. She had a lot to do in order to get ready for her husband... And as she glanced down at herself, she knew that this included getting herself some decent clothes. The dress that she was wearing belonged in the trash can... and the rest of her wardrobe wasn't any better. "It's time for some changes," Heather smirked in eager anticipation, "And I can't wait..." Part 11 Martin was hurrying down the street in the direction that he had last seen the glowing blue ball heading, and where he had heard a scream from just moments before. He'd heard more than a couple of those since that morning, and suspected that he would be hearing more before the day was over. Then Martin saw a beautiful blonde girl coming towards him and was about to call out to Beth, until he reminded himself that this wasn't Beth...this was Janice. It was still hard for him to believe that those two sisters had traded roles, but no harder to believe than the fact that he had traded bodies with his own little sister and then traded ages with someone else. "Oh, hi there," Janice purred to Martin as she gave him a speculative look that took him by surprise. Martin had never had a girl stare at him like that, and certainly not one as pretty as Janice now was. It was even more surprising, and confusing because he currently looked like a 19 year old GIRL. "Um, hi Janice," Martin smiled back at her, his heart racing a bit at both her beauty and her expression. Janice blinked, looking a little confused. "Are you new here?" "Um no," Martin grimaced in embarrassment, then blushing brightly as he looked down at his new breasts. "It's me... Martin, the boy down the street..." He took a deep breath as he looked back at Janice, "Something changed me into this..." "Wow," she giggled, "Something changed me too..." "I know," Martin nodded, noticing that Janice definitely seemed a bit more... ditzy than normal. "Wow," Janice giggled again, almost licking her lips as she looked Martin over, her eyes pausing on his breasts for several seconds, "You sure are pretty now..." And with that, she put her hand on his arm and pressed up closer to him. Martin gulped in excitement at her close presence. In fact, he thought that if he still has his boy parts, then he was sure that he would have creamed his pants already. As it was, he was feeling sort of warm and gooey down there instead. "Thanks," Martin gulped, not sure what else to say. "I think... I don't really know what I look like right now..." He looked down in further embarrassment, "I just changed into this..." "Really?" Janice gasped, "Come on then... You've got to see yourself girl..." And with that, she started pulling him in the direction of her house. For a brief moment, Martin glanced in the direction that he had been heading in, but the temptation to go with Janice was too strong and he quickly started to follow her. While Martin followed Janice to her house across the street, he couldn't help noticing the way she was staring at him. It was exciting, but also a little embarrassing. As far as he knew, Janice had always liked guys, but it had been hard to tell since she never dated either. But this... This new Janice was definitely interested in girls, or at the very least interested in him. "Um... do you..." Martin started, then paused in embarrassment, not sure how to say it. Finally, he just blurted out, "Do you like guys?" Janice paused for a moment, then stared at Martin with a look of thoughtful confusion. "I know that I did... But now..." She shook her head, "I don't know why, but now I like girls a lot more..." Then Janice smiled at Martin, "Like you..." "But I'm not a real girl," Martin pointed out, "I'm a boy... And I'm two years younger than you..." "Well you don't look like a boy to me," Janice pouted a little, "And you don't look like you're younger than me either..." Then she quickly grinned, and started tugging on Martin's arm again, "Come on... I'll show you..." Just a minute later, Janice had led Martin into her house, though it didn't take much encouragement to get him there. Not only was he being led by hormones, but by his growing curiosity as well. Even though he was embarrassed by what had happened to him, he was dying to see what he actually looked like. Janice finally pushed Martin right into her bathroom and grinned, "Here... take a look at that." Martin gasped as he saw his reflection in the mirror. It was Tina's face... but it wasn't. It was an older Tina... and one who had grown up to be very pretty. The Tina in the mirror had long dark brown hair, dark eyes and full puffy lips. If it hadn't been the face of Martin's own sister... his own face at the moment, he would definitely have wanted to kiss her. "You're gorgeous," Janice purred into Martin's ear. "I am," Martin whispered, feeling a bit stunned by that realization. He didn't know what to think of it. "And you've got a great body too," Janice added with a grin, staring straight at Martin's breasts. "They're a little smaller than mine... but they're really nice..." Martin just stood there with his heart pounding, not having any idea of what to do next. But Janice solved that problem by throwing her arms around him and surprising him with a kiss on the lips. Part 12 For a long minute, Martin remained where he was when the former nerd girl, now neighborhood beauty and lesbian Janice had surprised him with a kiss. Though Martin had never kissed a girl before, instinct quickly took over and began kissing her back. Martin couldn't believe his luck... being kissed by such a gorgeous. Nor could he believe how he felt... He could taste her on his lips... so sweet... And his body... Every fiber of his body seemed to be responding to the kiss... and her own body pressed up against his. His chest felt stiff and tingly, as well as very good, while the area between his legs felt like nothing he'd ever imagined, though that definitely felt extremely nice as well. "I feel like I'm on fire," Martin whispered after they broke apart. Janice just licked her lips and gave Martin a VERY suggestive look, then pulled him towards her bedroom. Once they were inside, she grabbed hold of him, putting her hands on his breasts, "I've never done this with a girl before..." "Me either," Martin gasped in response, his hormones going crazy. He'd never done it with anyone, though neither had Janice. Martin was both extremely nervous and excited as he reached back for Janice's body, hesitating only a moment before she encouraged him to go further. And within moments, they were both kissing again and running their hands over each other's bodies. They continued for several minutes, with both getting more and more excited. Each of them had managed to slip their hands down the fronts of each other's shirts for a better look, and Martin could feel Janice's hand going down the front of his pants. At the moment, all thoughts of Role Exchanger had slipped out of Martin's mind, replaced by a single thought and desire. And as Janice massaged his breasts, for that instant he was quite grateful for the body that he now possessed. But just then, there was a noise as the bedroom door began to open up. Martin and Janice both jumped to their feet, trying to untangle themselves from each other. And a moment later, Beth stepped into the room, staring at them with a surprised look on her face. "What..." Beth gasped, adjusting the glasses which she'd only started wearing that morning but now seemed almost normal. "Um... hi," Janice giggled, obviously embarrassed. "What's going on?" Beth squeaked out, turning bright red herself. That was quite unlike the confident and outgoing Beth that Martin was used to, and much more like the shy... or formerly shy Janice had been. "We were just playing around," Janice rolled her eyes, trying to cover up the embarrassment of being caught like that. Then Beth stared at Martin and let out another gasp of surprise... and of recognition. "Those clothes... I recognize you..." "Yeah," Martin grimaced, "That thing that changed you two and made me switch with Tina did it again..." He blushed a bright red, then glanced at Janice, "But I'm not the only one it changed again..." Beth stared at her sister in surprise, obviously trying to see what changes had occurred to Janice this time, though they were not visible ones. Still, from her actions with Martin, Beth was beginning to get an idea. Then Martin stammered, "I've got to go..." He glanced out the window, hoping for a glimpse of the glowing blue ball that he'd temporarily forgotten about. He gulped, "I've got to find that role exchanger thingee..." And with that, Martin rushed out the door, still bright red. He wasn't sure whether to be angry that Beth had come in and messed up what was happening with Beth, or thankful that she'd interrupted and reminded him of his goal to find that blue glow. A moment later, Janice gave an embarrassed and even somewhat guilty look towards Beth before calling out, "Hey, wait for me... Part 13 Karen frowned slightly as she critically examined her younger sister... half sister Chloe who had just come over for a visit. At 29 years old, Karen was already successful in her career, due in no small part to her ambition and determination. She was also known at work as something of an ice queen... Work came first. Even when she was at home she often wore her business clothes, though she was currently and somewhat rarely dressed in a more casual manner. Chloe on the other hand was almost the complete opposite of Karen. She was 17 and still in high school, though Karen thought it a miracle that she hadn't dropped out yet. And where Karen was always conservative, Chloe had gone Goth or punk...though Karen couldn't quite tell which. Her clothes were mostly black, with a black leather jacket that had a few metal studs on it. There was a streak of purple in her hair, and that didn't even touch the tattoos that she had or that her face nearly looked like a pin-cushion due to all of the piercings. "Well?" Chloe demanded, "Are you going to lend me the fucking money or not?" Karen rolled her eyes slightly at Chloe's foul language, though well used to hearing such from Chloe's mouth. She couldn't help but wonder what had ever happened to that cute and innocent little girl she used to be. But of course, Karen had always thought that Chloe was a brat, right since the day that she had been born. "Do you have to speak like that?" Karen sighed, "You know that you aren't going to get anywhere in life if you keep dressing and talking like you do..." "What's wrong with the way I fucking talk?" Chloe demanded, just to push Karen's buttons. "And at least I'm an individual... not some fucking corporate sellout..." "Well this corporate sellout has decided against lending you any money," Karen responded coldly. "After all, I know that I would never see it again..." Just then, both Karen and Chloe caught a glimpse of something blue from the corner of their eyes. But when they turned to look, there was nothing there. "What the fuck was that?" Karen demanded. "That nearly scared the shit out of me." "How should I know?" Chloe shrugged in annoyance. Karen scowled, then paused as she realized that something wasn't quite right... She looked back at Chloe and was startled to realize that her sister no longer had the purple steak in her hair, though she didn't notice that a matching purple streak had now appeared in her own hair. "Where did you get that?" Chloe gasped, "Your hair... That tattoo..." "What the fuck are you talking about now?" Karen demanded, then looked down at her own arm and gasp