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This story was written as a serial for my Yahoo group The Role Exchanger 3 By Morpheus Part 1 A glowing ball of blue light slowly moved through the atmosphere, guided by an alien intelligence as it sought out its next destination. Humans who knew of this strange being called it the Role Exchanger, though it didn't think of itself as such. In fact, the very idea of names was alien to this being. The Role Exchanger shifted direction and descended from the clouds, traveling back to the ground far below. Its attention was locked on the ground below, and on the strange beings/aliens/creatures that inhabited this world so far from its own. It had been some time since it had last observed/assisted/experimented upon these aliens and it was ready/eager to do so again. It would improve/clarify its understanding of this worlds inhabitants before it returned to its own home. Once the Role Exchanger was low enough it continued traveling overhead, unseen by any except as a faint blue glow in the corner of the eye. It moved overhead, having no specific destination or goal in mind as it observed the throng of aliens called humanity. They were so different from its own kind... so different from each other. It could not understand these beings who were so alien even from their own, though this only made it curious. Time had little meaning for the Role Exchanger, but after it had been wandering aimlessly for several risings of the sun/day star, it found a large gathering of young ones. It paused to observe/notice them for awhile, becoming aware of just how much these young ones were shifting into the separate roles that would define them. Such a thing did not happen where it came from and it became curious/concerned over this process. Eventually the Role Exchanger decided/concluded that it would assist/experiment upon these young ones. It would continue its works/experiments/charity to understand this world and the diverse/confusing/distinct beings that inhabited it. -------------------- It was first thing in the morning and the students were just starting to flood into the Everett Prescott High School with varying degrees of alertness and excitement. As far as any of them were concerned, it was a morning like any other with nothing special about it. 15 year old Ben Thompson gripped his book bag tightly as he strolled down the hall, his eyes darting back and forth with a wary alertness. He absently ran a hand through his dark hair and looked behind him, letting out a faint sigh of relief a moment later. Though he was only a little taller than average, he felt like he stuck out a great deal. "Damn Chris," Ben scowled in annoyance. Chris Brechard was a senior and one of the biggest bullies in school. Unfortunately some events last week had drawn his attention to Ben who just couldn't match the older boys size or strength. Normally Ben had no fear of bullies, a fact which was responsible for his current situation with Chris. Just last week Ben had made the mistake of crossing Chris. He'd seen Chris picking on some guy he didn't know and had decided to play hero on impulse. All Ben had done was bluff Chris into thinking the school principal was coming up behind him so the other boy could escape, but Chris took it personally. Ben had made a fool of him and he'd sworn he'd make Ben pay for that. Since then, Ben had been watching his back... just in case. "Maybe he's just trying to scare me," Ben muttered to himself. "Get his revenge by having me look over my shoulder all the time... " he snorted. That would be a good revenge, but it didn't really seem likely for someone who was used to more direct methods like Chris. Once Ben saw that there was no sign of Chris he relaxed a little, though still felt annoyed at himself for reacting like this. He'd never had problems with bullies before and he'd never ran from a fight. He hated this apprehension and almost wished that Chris would just come at him so they could get this done and over with. "When he does come," Ben grimaced, "I'm not going down without a fight... " Just then Ben saw his friend Kim just down the hall. She was a cute brunette that some guys called really pretty, though he'd never really thought of her much like that. They'd been best friends since elementary school and he tended to think of her more like a sister than a potential girlfriend. "Hey Kim," Ben called out as he hurried to her, "do you have the notes from Mr. Rembers history class?" He winced visibly, "I lost mine... " Kim rolled her eyes, "You'd lose your head if it wasn't attached... " "Then it's a good thing it is attached," he grinned with a slight tug on his head to prove that it was firmly attached. "Mine are at home," Kim grinned back, "you can come buy after school to pick em up if you want... " "Cool," Ben sighed in relief. "I want to look them over before that test tomorrow... " "Then maybe I should charge you for them," Kim said with a twinkle of amusement in her eyes, "after all, I'd be saving you a whole nights cram session... " Ben snorted, "You know I don't cram... " "You don't study either," Kim pointed out. With a shrug, Ben responded, "Then how come my English grades are always better than yours... ?" Kim stuck her tongue out at Ben but he barely noticed. Instead his attention was drawn to another figure that was walking down the hallway. It was Ms. Coolidge, the English teacher he and Kim shared. He felt his heart race slightly as he stared at the teacher he had such a crush on. She was twenty years older than him, but she was still the prettiest teacher in the entire school. "Oh," Kim elbowed exclaimed as she elbowed Ben, "That's why you get such good grades... She's the only teacher you'll pay any attention to... " "You don't know what you're talking about," Ben protested though he knew it was no use. Kim knew him far too well for that. "Yeah, right," Kim rolled her eyes, "Well, I'll see you later... I've got to get to first period... " "Later," Ben waved to her as she hurried off. Ben took a look down the hall again to where he'd last seen Ms. Coolidge and sighed in disappointment that she was gone. That was all right though as he'd see her again in English class. English might not be his favorite subject, but it was definitely his favorite class thanks to the teacher. Just then Ben noticed a faint blue glow from the corner of his eye. He snapped around but didn't see anything there. He frowned, somehow having the feeling that something just wasn't right. It was like a feeling of doom... like something big was going to happen soon. He shuddered at that, then continued to his own first period class, shaking his head at his own overactive imagination. Part 2 Aaron scowled as he walked through the school hallway, adjusting his backpack with one hand and his glasses with the other. Then he let out a loud yawn, regretting that he'd stayed up on his computer so late last night. Because of that he'd probably sleep through half his classes today, or at least wish he could. Once Aaron had yawned several more times he then looked around nervously, hoping not to see any signs of that jerk Chris, who'd been giving him such a hard time lately. In fact, if it hadn't been for some other kid saving him last week, Chris probably would have really hurt him. "So he doesn't like nerds," Aaron snorted to himself, wondering what it was that made short guys with glasses and acne such tempting targets of ridicule by their luckier classmates. "I'll never understand it... " With a shake of his head Aaron continued on his way, pausing only when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a blue glow from the corner of his eye. He turned around to look for the source of the glow, but didn't see anything. He scowled, wondering if it was in his imagination. After all he'd been under a lot of stress lately and he hadn't slept much the night before. "I definitely need more sleep," Aaron muttered. Aaron took one more look around, wondering if he might be the target of some practical joke, when he spotted a very pretty girl nearby. He thought she might be a cheerleader, but he couldn't be sure because she wasn't wearing any kind of cheerleader uniform and he wasn't the kind to go to any sports games where he'd normally see them. However even if she wasn't a cheerleader, she sure had the right body for it. Suddenly Aaron felt a strange tingling rush through his entire body. He gasped at the unexpected sensations, then felt horrified as everything beneath his skin began to twitch and move at once. It wasn't painful, but it was extremely strange... unlike anything he'd ever felt before in his life. "Damn," Aaron gasped, trying to make sense of what was happening to him. Aaron felt his chest beginning to push out and grabbed at the two mounds that were forming. He gasped again, his eyes going wide. He felt other changes in his body as well, such as a pulling in his groin and a tickling in his scalp, though he couldn't quite make sense of them all. However he could see his hands and fingernails which definitely looked different. "My hands," he gulped, his eyes going even wider as he stared at his hands. They looked different somehow, though he couldn't say exactly how other than that they somehow seemed softer and smoother. What really drew his attention to them though was his fingernails. Normally they were chewed up stubs, but now they were long and perfectly manicured. "I've got girls fingernails... " Aaron stood there in stunned silence, only barely noticing the confused boy who now stood where the pretty girl had a minute earlier. He was grabbing himself and looking just as lost as Aaron. However Aaron was too caught up in his own changes to notice and staggered away, thankful that the strange tingling and changes had stopped, but feeling completely confused about what had happened and what they meant. "What's going on?" Aaron gasped, grabbing his chest again and gulping. Somehow he had a feeling that whatever had happened it was BIG. Aaron had no idea what had happened to him, but it was obvious that something very strange had. He'd changed... He had to see how. He had to see for himself. With a shudder of fear he hurried to the nearest boys bathroom and rushed inside, thankful that no one else was already in there... especially after he looked in the mirror. "No... ," he squeaked out, too shocked to feel the horror he knew was coming. The reflection Aaron was used to had vanished from the mirror, only to be replaced by one belonging to someone else. It was a girl. A pretty girl. She looked similar to him... enough to be his sister. She had the same brunette hair, though hers was much longer and more lustrous. She had the same brown eyes behind his glasses and even the same cheek bones. However she also had smooth and flawless skin, rather than his normal acne, and she was very pretty. After taking a good look at his face Aaron looked over the rest of his changed body, feeling oddly calm. He had breasts... about B cups. A gentle squeeze between his legs verified that he was really a girl there too. He had somehow been transformed from a nerdy guy into a very attractive girl. Aaron carefully took off his glasses and frowned in annoyance as everything became blurry. "Great," he scowled. "I go through all these changes and my eyesight still stays the same." He sighed in disappointment as he put his glasses back on. Just then the door to the bathroom began to open. Aaron took another quick look in the mirror and felt his heart jump. If another boy came in and saw him looking like THIS... as a girl in the boys bathroom, he'd really be in trouble. Aaron quickly dodged into one of the stalls just barely in time to avoid being seen. "Damn," Aaron whispered to himself as he heard another boy come in and do his business. For several minutes Aaron just sat on the toilet seat trying to make sense of this all. It didn't make any kind of sense whatsoever to just turn into a girl without any warning... or even with warning. And just as strange as that was the fact that it felt so comfortable. Sure, he was shocked at suddenly transforming into a girl, but his new body didn't feel weird like he would have thought. It felt... normal. "I'm a girl," Aaron whispered quietly so no one would hear him. That statement wasn't one of disbelief but more of acceptance. It somehow felt right to be a girl, as though she always had been one. Though Aaron had only been a girl for such a short time, it was the idea of being a boy that actually seemed wrong. She shuddered slightly when she thought about what it had been like having that... thing between her legs. Once the bathroom was clear Aaron snuck out, thankful that she hadn't been caught. She would have hated to explain what a girl was doing in the boys bathroom. That would NOT have been fun at all. "What do I do now?" Aaron finally asked herself. Somehow Aaron didn't think she could just go to the school nurses office and tell her about this. For one thing, no one would ever believe her. After all people didn't suddenly have sex changes like this. If she tried telling people, they'd think she was either crazy or playing some kind of joke. "But what caused this?" Aaron looked down at herself, not sure if she really wanted to switch back or to keep that from happening. After all she was a girl and perfectly comfortable to be one. "But what about my friends and family... " But after remembering her lack of friends, she shrugged, "Okay... What about my family? How am I going to tell mom and dad about this?" Aaron thought about it for a few more seconds and decided that any explanations to her family could wait for the moment. The first thing she needed was an explanation for herself. She had to figure out more about what actually had happened. She started towards the library, thinking that searching the internet on the library computer just might help her figure out what was going on. "A new name," Aaron suddenly exclaimed, "I need a new name... " She frowned, knowing that she couldn't very well use a boys name now that she was a girl. Then she grinned at the obvious, "Erin with an E... Perfect... ." And with that Erin hurried to the school library and hopefully some answers. Part 3 Kim shook her head as she left her first period class, amazed at just how strange it had been. The class itself hadn't been any different than normal, but two of her fellow students had been acting very... odd. That was about the only word Kim could think of to describe their behavior, other than freaky. Corey and Danielle came into class together the same way they did every morning, which wasn't at all surprising since they were twins. However in spite of being twins they'd always been complete opposites. Corey was loud and obnoxious, while Danielle was quiet and shy, overshadowed by her more outgoing brother. This morning though they were both completely different. "What got into those two?" Kim frowned in confusion. Corey had been completely shy and had barely said a word during the entire period, while Danielle wouldn't stop talking. She'd even told a few dirty jokes, which were hilarious, but completely out of character. It was almost as though the two of them had somehow switched personalities. "Like that's possible," Kim snorted to herself, wondering if Corey and Danielle might be working together to play some sort of joke. "I'll have to ask Ben what he thinks when I see him... " Kim sighed and continued on her way, turning her thoughts from the strange behavior of her fellow students to the big English test she hadn't studied for. Maybe she could get Ben's notes on that class when she lent him the ones from history. She already had her own notes but it might help to read his as well, if she could read them. His handwriting was so sloppy that half the time she couldn't make out what he meant. Sometimes she thought it might even be intentional on his part. Then Kim looked up and noticed her English teacher Ms. Coolidge standing by the door of her classroom. Kim smiled faintly at the coincidence since she'd just been thinking of her class a moment earlier. Suddenly Kim felt a strange tingling rush through her entire body and being. She gasped in shock and staggered, grabbing at the wall for support. Her whole body felt as though it were changing somehow. Her clothes began to pinch, making her extremely uncomfortable. "What's happening to me?" Kim gasped as the strange sensations faded away just as quickly as they had come. Kim stood up, aware that something was definitely wrong with her body. Her clothes were far too tight on her and she had a feeling that it was more than just that. She frowned, trying to make sense of it, but there was nothing she could make sense of. After a moment she slowly moved down the hallway, staring at her hands which somehow looked subtly different. -------------------- Rebecca Coolidge stood in the door of her classroom as the last student from her previous class left. She had no students for this coming period and intended to use the time for grading papers. She looked up and noticed a girl from one of her classes staring at her in the hallway. Just then Rebecca felt a massive surge of static shoot through her body. She gasped and staggered into her classroom, losing her balance and falling onto the floor. Her whole body was overwhelmed with a powerful tingling feeling and the sensation that her very flesh was moving around. "What... ?" Rebecca gasped in terror, suddenly thinking of Edward, the elderly teacher who'd had a stroke just the year before. At the age of 35 she thought she was far too young to have a stroke, but she had no idea of what else it could be. There was definitely something wrong. The strange tingling passed after just a minute and Rebecca slowly got back to her feet, feeling strange and different. It wasn't necessarily a bad feeling though. She frowned thoughtfully, realizing that she actually felt a little lighter and more energetic. In fact her clothes even seemed to have become a little loose on her. "I never heard of a stroke making you feel better," she muttered with a shake of her head, glancing to the cup of coffee on her desk and wondering if one of her students might have slipped something into it. "It wouldn't be the first time a student did that to a teacher... " Rebecca scowled, not sure what to think. Should she go to the school nurse just in case? It seemed silly to do that just because she felt better than normal. Then again, if a student did slip some drugs into her coffee it would be a good idea to find out for sure. After a moment Rebecca sniffed her coffee which smelled strong and bitter rather than pleasant like normal. This was the confirmation she needed that something had been done to it. But at the same time she hadn't noticed anything while drinking it. Nor had there really been any opportunity she could think of for someone to spike it... not unless they got into the coffee pot in the teachers lounge. "What's wrong with me?" Rebecca shook her head, trying to make sense of this. Rebecca grimaced and reached into her desk drawer for the hand mirror she normally kept there. She usually used it to touch up her makeup, something the other teachers sometimes teased her about. Though Rebecca would never admit it to anyone else, she took pride in being the sexiest teacher in school, and having all those adolescent boys crushing on her. She knew that it was probably compensating for the lack of male attention she got in high school, but she still enjoyed it. But when Rebecca looked into the mirror she could only let out a loud gasp. Her eyes went wide as she stared at her face. She looked... younger. About twenty years younger. She looked more like one of the students she taught than a teacher. "I look like a teenager," Rebecca gasped in shock, too stunned to think of what to say. Rebecca grabbed her chest, wincing when she realized that her breasts were smaller. She'd probably lost about two cup sizes, much to her growing horror. It was impossible... but also made her even more like a teenager. She suddenly had a flashback of when she'd been in high school as a student. She'd been a late bloomer and hadn't really come into her own, until early in her senior year. Now it looked as though all that had been undone. "Fuck no," Rebecca blurted out. She normally didn't swear since it wasn't ladylike, but if this wasn't the situation for it she didn't know what was. She grabbed her hair, which was still the same blonde as normal, but she'd lost much of her curves and had become a skinny teenage girl instead of the sexy adult woman she'd been. She gulped in horror, sure that this was some sort of a nightmare. "How can this possibly get worse?" Rebecca cried out. -------------------- Kim stepped into the bathroom, well aware of the strange looks she got from the other girls who were coming out. One of them had even muttered, "Isn't she a bit old to dress like that?" "There's something definitely wrong," Kim gulped, stepping in front of the bathroom mirror and gasping in shock. The image that the mirror reflected back at her was her... but definitely wasn't. It certainly wasn't the reflection she had that morning. In fact it wasn't quite a reflection she'd ever seen in her mirror and hadn't expected to for another twenty years. "I'm OLD," Kim gulped, her eyes going wide. There was no doubt that it was Kim in the mirror, but she looked older... . by twenty years. She looked like she was in her thirties instead of her teens. She had laugh lines, the beginnings of crows feet, and a face that made her think she could easily pass as her own mom. A look down made her realize that this explained her tight clothes as well. "Oh shit," Kim exclaimed, grabbing her chest which had become a bit larger. Unfortunately so had her waist. She hadn't become fat, but she had put on a few pounds. And from the tightness in the rest of her clothes, she guessed that she must have grown a couple inches taller too. "I've become older... " Kim just stared at her reflection in silence, trying to make sense of how this could have possibly happened. Girls didn't suddenly grow up overnight, in spite of what some parents suggested. This was absolutely impossible. She'd never heard of anything like this happening before. "How... ?" Kim asked herself. She tried to remember what she'd been doing and thinking when this had happened. She'd been looking at Ms. Coolidge and thinking about the latest English assignment, as well as wanting to ask a few questions. But when she thought about it, Kim realized that there was no need for her to have asked those questions in the first place. She already knew the answers. "But I didn't know earlier," she scowled, confused since the answers were now clear in her head and quite simple. In fact, when she thought about it, everything about English seemed simple and obvious. She wondered how she could have possibly had any questions. "It's not like it's a difficult subject... " However she knew that her report card said otherwise, which only confused her more. Kim shook her head, wondering why she suddenly thought English was easy. It was though. She could close her eyes and actually remember the questions on the upcoming test, which was impossible because she hadn't even seen it yet. That only made her even more confused. "This is completely strange," Kim said with a scowl, "I've got to talk to Ben... Maybe he'll have some idea... " Kim took another look at her reflection and then left the bathroom. As she started down the hall, she heard another student ask, "Is that a new teacher? I don't recognize her... " "Just great," Kim winced, "now people think I'm a teacher... I've got to figure this out fast." Part 4 Ben frowned as he looked up and down the school hallway, knowing that something was wrong. He couldn't point out exactly what it was, but he could feel it in his bones. Some of the other students were starting to act strange, and several times he'd noticed a blue glow from the corner of his eye, though there was nothing there when he actually looked for the source. "Maybe I'm going crazy," Ben muttered, not sure what to think of this suspicion. Almost as if on cue another boy came rushing past Ben with a look of fear and confusion on his face. Ben stared at the passing boy with a gasp of surprise, recognizing him, but immediately noticing that something wasn't quite right. For one thing, the boy was normally slender, but now looked overweight. In fact the loose clothes he normally wore were stretched to the point that they looked as though they could burst at any moment. "What the hell?" Ben shook his head, sure that he was imagining things. People didn't just put on fifty pounds over night. Ben grimaced and hurried down the hall, determined not to think about it. This was just too weird to be real, so it obviously wasn't. He just had to forget all about any of this weird stuff and remember that it was a day just like any other. Ben hadn't gone very far when a girl suddenly came running out of a classroom and collided with him, knocking him to the floor. "What the... ?" he gasped, his first thought being that Chris was making his move, even though he'd seen it was only a girl. "Sorry," the girl apologized with an expression that held more than a hint of panic. For a moment Ben remained on the floor staring at the girl, who somehow seemed very familiar. She was fairly pretty, though nothing spectacular, and she wore clothes there were noticeably too large for her. The clothes somehow seemed familiar as well, though he still couldn't place who this girl was. "I'm sorry for running into you Ben," the girl said, trying to hold onto her dignity, though she looked as though she was about to start crying. "What?" Ben blinked in surprise at her knowing his name. He frowned suspiciously, "Who are you? Do I know you?" He tried to remember if he'd seen her in one of his classes but that just didn't seem right. "I'm... ," she started to answer, then paused with a pale expression. She looked down at herself and muttered, "You wouldn't believe me... " Then she forced a smile. "You can call me Rebecca. I'm sorry for hitting you... " "No problem Becky." Ben grinned to show that there were no hard feelings. "It happens." "Becky," the girl mused with a slight shake of her head, almost looking amused for a moment, "I haven't been called that since... " She looked down at herself and frowned, the quietly muttered, "Not since I was in school... " "What?" Ben frowned, feeling a little confused. Then he remembered the near panicked look in her eyes a minute earlier. "Are you okay Becky? You look like something's wrong... Maybe I can help... " The girl... Becky looked at him in surprise. "You wouldn't believe me... " "You don't know until you try," Ben pointed out, trying to be as reassuring as he could. Becky forced a laugh. "You could say I'm going through an identity crisis... " She looked around fearfully but Ben gently put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. "I'm sorry," he pulled his hand back looking embarrassed, "I know I shouldn't have... " "It's okay," Becky chuckled, "I appreciate the gesture... " "Are you sure you're all right?" Ben asked with a blush. Becky stared at him for a moment before sighing, "There's nothing you could do... " She shook her head. "I don't know if there's anything I can do... " Just then Ben heard a deep voice from behind him snarling, "Isn't this cute... The loser has a girlfriend... " Ben snapped around to see Chris Brechard standing there. Chris was seventeen and one of if not THE biggest guy in school. He was tall and heavily muscled. He probably could have been a star on the school football team if it wasn't for his bad attitude. The very sight of him sent a slight chill of fear up Ben's spine though he refused to show it. "Oh, it's you," Ben responded with a dismissive sigh that hid how nervous he was inside. He wasn't going to give Chris the satisfaction of seeing fear. "Listen punk," Chris snarled, glaring down at Ben from his seven inch height advantage, "I told you that I'm going to pay you back... " "You should probably get out of here," Ben told Becky while he continued to force a smile. Becky stared at him and then up at Chris, gasping in surprise. She took a deep breath, looking extremely nervous and uncertain, "You can't do this," she started to say, "this is a school... " "What?" Chris blinked, then snorted, "Is she retarded or something?" "Leave her alone," Ben snapped at Chris, beginning to get angry. "I'm the one you've got a grudge with... not her." "Well don't worry," Chris snorted, putting a hand against Ben's chest and shoving him back against the wall. "I won't hurt your girlfriend. I'm not into butt ugly skanks." Ben didn't know why these insults to Becky were making him so mad but they were. He grimaced and hit Chris as hard as he could, surprised when the large boy gasped and bent over in pain. It took Ben a moment to realize that he'd been lucky enough to get Chris in the solar plexus... one of his few soft spots. "Let's get out of here," Ben said, grabbing Becky's arm and half pulling her down the hall. "You hit him," Becky gasped as she followed behind, "you hit him first... You can't hit other students... " "I know," Ben grimaced, "my hand hurts... " Of course he knew that wasn't what she meant. He sighed. If this was the real world he'd get charged with assault or something and could go to jail... But it isn't the real world. This is the wonderful world of high school, where he could beat the crap out of me and maybe get suspended for a couple weeks. That's not much of a threat to keep him from hurting me... "And you think punching him is going to stop him?" Becky asked with a skeptical look. "No," Ben admitted, "but he was going to hit me anyway so I just delayed it for awhile." Becky stared at Ben for a moment with a strange expression, then she shook her head, muttering, "Boys... " However he couldn't help but noticing the faint grin which indicated she was more pleased about this than she seemed. "Well, I've got to get going to class," Ben sighed once they stopped. He grinned at Becky and held out his hand, "It was nice meeting you. I hope things work out for you." "And I hope you can avoid being beaten up," she responded with a faint smile. Then she looked down at herself and sighed, "I have things I need to do to... " "Maybe we'll run into each other again," Ben suggested hopefully. Becky hesitated, looking extremely uncertain. Then she smiled weakly, "I'm sure we will... once I get this fixed... " She looked down at herself again which confused Ben. Then she quickly darted forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek before turning and hurrying away with a bright blush on her cheeks. "Wow," Ben gasped, rubbing at his cheek in surprise. He'd never had a girl do something like that to him before. "I can't wait to tell Kim about this... " Part 5 Liz shifted at her desk, pretending that she was paying closer attention to the teacher as he lectured, though her attention was somewhere else entirely. Though Liz was careful not to be too obvious, the true object of her attention was Trey Walker, the cute boy who sat just across from her. "So perfect," Liz sighed with disappointment, knowing that she'd never have him no matter how much she dreamed of it. Liz had liked Trey for what seemed like forever... for at least a month, though he didn't even notice her. Instead, like every other boy in class, he only had eyes for Missy Sawyer, the busty girl in the front row. As pretty as Liz was she couldn't complete to a knockout like Missy. "The bitch," Liz glared at Missy with envy, wishing that she was the one getting all that attention from Trey. She hated the other girl for having what she couldn't, though she'd never admit to the real reason, even to herself. She envied Missy's impressive breasts and the attention earned her from all the boys. "I bet she's a real slut too... " After a moment Liz turned her attention back to Trey, smiling faintly as she let out a quiet sigh. She could sit there admiring him all day long. She almost regretted that the class would be ending soon and she wouldn't be able to stare at him this way until tomorrow. Just then Liz suddenly felt a little strange, though she couldn't point out exactly why. She frowned as she thought about it for a minute before turning her attention back to Trey. However the sight of her long term crush did little for her. She frowned even deeper, suddenly wondering why she'd ever found him attractive in the first place. The very sight of him no longer did anything at all for her. "I thought mom was kidding when she said it was just a crush that would pass," Liz muttered with a sigh, not sure what to think of her sudden loss of interest in Trey. Liz shrugged and turned her attention back to the teacher and the lecture she had been pretending to listen to before this. But while she was listening her attention slowly drifted, until she realized that she was staring at Missy again. Liz frowned out of habit but found herself unable to tear her eyes from the other girl. Missy was so... sexy. The very sight of the other girl inspired thoughts that Liz wasn't used to getting about other girls. "What's wrong with me?" Liz gulped, unable to stop fantasizing about Missy and those wonderful breasts. Her heart raced as she thought about them which made her blush and hope that no one else noticed the way she was staring. "Am I gay... ?" Liz quickly glanced over to Trey, confused since she'd been crushing on him like normal just a few minutes ago, but now found him utterly uninteresting. However she did notice that he was no longer staring at Missy at all. In fact he kept looking down at himself with a strange expression. "Weird," Liz muttered before turning her attention back to Missy and smiling, "such a babe... " She sighed and slipped back into her dreamy fantasies, having a feeling she was going to have some interesting dreams about Missy that night. -------------------- Cindy paused to adjust her glasses, then went back to writing her notes. She paused again to glance up at the teacher and listen to his description, making sure she had it all before she added this latest addition to her notes. She had no doubt that she had the most accurate notes in the entire class, a fact which she took pride on. While the teacher continued to repeat himself, something he did quiet often since most of the other students didn't pay as much attention as she did, Cindy looked around. She felt somewhat smug as she saw that the other students weren't paying attention. No doubt they would do pretty back on the final test compared to her. The pretty girl Missy seemed to alternate between looking at her nails and typing quick text messages on her cell phone. Several guys were staring at Missy, as was one girl. That surprised Cindy, since Liz was usually making goo goo eyes at some boy in class, not at Missy. "Weird," Cindy muttered, feeling a chill down her spine. Something very strange was going on. Just then Cindy felt a strange tingling run through her body. She gasped in surprise and looked around, noticing that Missy was looking around in surprise too. However Cindy was too intent on the strange things she was now feeling to pay much attention to that bimbo. Cindy's chest itched and tingled as it began to slowly swell larger. Her small A cup bra became tight to the point it was almost painful, much to Cindy's disbelief. She grabbed her chest and looked around fearfully, hoping that no one saw this. She saw Missy reacting similarly though with a look of pure horror on her face. "My... ," Cindy started, then gasped again as her vision blurred. She took off her glasses to clean them and was surprised to find that she could now see perfectly fine. She stared down at her glasses in amazement, then at the rest of the room which should have been badly blurred, but which no longer was. "I can see... " Cindy's exclamation was cut off as the pressure from her chest became too tight. Then in the snapping of a bra the pressure was released and her larger breasts were free. Cindy grabbed them through her now very tight shirt, drawing the attention from the entire class, though she didn't care about that. She could still feel them growing. At the same time countless other changes occurred in Cindy's body, but she was too caught up in her growing breasts to notice. Her hair grew longer and more lustrous. The acne that had been the bane of her existence for the last two years faded away to nothing, leaving smooth and unblemished skin. Her muscle tone tightened up as her curves developed, giving her a very sexy body instead of the skinny one she had before. When the changes finally finished Cindy was busty and very sexy looking. She stared down at herself, amazed that even her fingernails had changed... becoming long and perfectly manicured. Her shirt had been torn open, but that was hardly a concern as her new breasts were magnificent and almost demanding to be shown off. Cindy stared down at herself in shock and disbelief, then a surge of growing excitement as she realized what this meant. It was only then that Cindy looked around and realized that every single person in the class room was staring at her with their mouths dropped open. Even Liz, the girl who'd been giving the goo goo eyes at Missy, was staring at her with a look of... very obvious interest. Cindy blushed horribly and glanced to Missy, only to gasp again. Missy had changed not only as much as Cindy had, but in almost the exact opposite way. She had become nearly flat chested and lost nearly all of her curves, leaving her with a very skinny body. Her hair had become short and limp, while a splatter of acne was now visible on her face. And from the way she was squinting badly, Cindy had a feeling that Missy's vision had gotten much worse. "Oh shit," Cindy whispered. Missy was grabbing at her chest with a look of absolute horror on her face. She stared at her hands and then began to sob loudly before turning to stare at Cindy, a look of pure hatred and envy burning in her eyes. Then she let out a loud scream that was nearly drowned out by the school bell that began to ring. Part 6 Kim frowned as she walked through the school hallway, feeling self- conscious about the way her body had changed and her clothes no longer fit properly. She was sure the students were staring at her, though they all assumed she was a substitute teacher and didn't say a word. For that she was thankful. "At least no one is making fun of me," Kim mused to herself with a sense of relief. She looked at all the students around her, suddenly struck by just how young they all looked. They were barely more than children. This realization struck her hard since she knew that she was really the same age as them... and even younger than many. "What's happening to me?" Kim demanded to whatever force was responsible for making her age twenty years. She was more than twice her old age. "But I don't really feel... old... " She shook her head, thinking that it made no sense. Another thing that made no sense... as if her sudden age change did, was the fact that she somehow knew things that she didn't know before. When she thought about it now, she knew just about everything about English class... which had been one of her worse classes. In fact she was quite sure that she knew much more than would be taught that year. "It's as if I got the knowledge I'd have if I really was this old," Kim mused with a faint surge of pleasure at that. Knowing things she didn't know before certainly wasn't something she'd consider a downside. "But I know more than that too... " She shook her head, trying to make some sense of it all. Kim had no idea of what had caused her sudden transformation but she knew she'd have to tell Ben. After all they were best friends and had always shared everything. And if anyone could help her... .or at least comfort her about this, it would be him. Of course she didn't think he'd know anything about this or be able to do anything about it, but that wasn't the point. There were more ways to help someone than just that. "I've spent enough time hiding in the bathroom and thinking about this myself," Kim told herself with determination, "now I have to do something about it... " Kim knew Ben's schedule by heart so had no problem guessing where he'd be right then. He usually stopped at his locker where the two of them would meet up and go to class together. Ironically it would be English class... the one that she normally dreaded, but was now confident enough in the knowledge that she was sure she could even teach it. In fact, something about that seemed vaguely appealing. "Like I could possibly be a student in the class looking like this," Kim looked down at herself. Just then students started to pour out of a classroom just ahead of her. Kim wouldn't have thought much of it except for the fact that at least half the kids looked freaked out and on the verge of panic. Several of them were even screaming as they ran down the hall as fast as they could. "What the... ?" Kim gasped in surprise. "I'm getting out of here," one girl exclaimed to another, "I don't care if I get in trouble for skipping... I'm not gonna stay here with this... " "What's going on?" Kim demanded of the girl. The girl stopped and stared at Kim with a look of surprise and then fear. Kim was startled at that but quickly realized the girl thought she was a teacher and was afraid she'd been caught about to skip. Kim grinned faintly but forced her expression to become firm, deciding she could use that. "Something happened... ," the girl stammered, her cheeks going red. "I gathered that much," Kim said, relaxing a little and gently asking, "What's happening... ?" "There's a girl... " the girl blurted out, "she just went completely flat chested in class... Right in front of everyone... " "She turned ugly too," a second girl, the friend of the first quickly added. The first girl nodded while the second girl continued, "And another girl suddenly turned big breasted and beautiful... " "What?" Kim gasped in surprise, realizing that this sounded an awful lot like what had happened to her. "Where are these girls?" The two girls Kim was interrogating looked around the hallway with blank expressions before the first one responded, "I don't know... They already left... " "Great," Kim grimaced, silently cursing that her one... or was that two clues about what happened to her had vanished. "Thank you," Kim told the girls who quickly ran off. With a sense of even greater urgency Kim continued on her way to find Ben. She found him exactly where she expected to, standing beside his locker. He was grinning a bit, which made her curious. "Ben?" Kim asked hesitantly, not sure how he'd react to what had happened to her. "What... ?" Ben blinked and stared at her with a blank expression for a moment. Then his eyes went wide in recognition, "Kim?" He stared at her in stunned disbelief. Kim nodded self-consciously, "Yeah... Something strange happened... " She gestured at herself and sighed, "I don't know how I suddenly got older... " "No fucking way," Ben gasped, still staring at her. Kim frowned, beginning to feel annoyed at the way he keep staring. She suddenly realized just how young he was, and how much younger he now seemed. She hesitated, not sure she should talk to him about this anymore, but then she reminded herself that he was her best friend and they'd always shared everything. "I'm not the only one," Kim told him as calmly as she could, "Other people have been having weird things happen to them as well... impossible things." "Other people?" Ben asked, his expression shifting to one a bit more sharp and thoughtful, "What things?" Kim repeated what she'd heard from those girls just a few minutes earlier while Ben listened without interruption. Once she was done, she asked, "What do you think?" "I've noticed some weird things," Ben admitted thoughtfully. "I mean, I've seen a few people acting really weird today... I didn't actually see anyone changing like that, but that would probably explain why they were acting so weird... ." "Then you do believe me," Kim sighed in relief. "Why wouldn't I?" Ben asked, almost surprised. It wasn't like she made a habit of lying to him or anything. "I mean, you look almost like your own mom... ." "Thanks," Kim responded crisply, not sure that she appreciated the suggestion that she looked 'old'. She certainly didn't feel old, though Ben did seem so much younger to her now than he ever had before. Just then a girl's voice exclaimed, "It got you too... didn't it?" Ben and Kim turned to see a very attractive girl standing there in ill fitting clothes. "What did you say?" Kim demanded, staring at the girl, her eyes going to the girl's clothes and then quickly down to her own. "I couldn't help overhearing you," the girl said nervously as she adjusted her glasses. "I'm Erin... " "What do you mean?" Ben asked her, trying to ignore her nice body and focus on the matter of hand though it wasn't easy. Erin blushed and adjusted her glasses again in what seemed to be a nervous habit. "It got me too... . I wasn't sure if it was staying here or if it just got me... ." She blushed again. "I was a boy this morning... " "Oh shit," Ben gasped in shock. Kim's eyes went wide and she looked at Erin again, realizing that Erin wasn't just wearing clothes that didn't fit... she was wearing boy clothes. "I've heard about some others too... " Kim shook her head. "I don't know what's changing us... " Erin was silent for a moment before grimly stating, "I do... " Kim and Ben both stared at her in surprise. "What?" Ben demanded, "What's going on then?" Erin paused to adjust her glasses yet again. "I looked it up online on the library computer... " She took a deep breath. "It's called the Role Exchanger... At least that's what they called it on the websites I found... " "The Role Exchanger?" Kim said the words, getting a bad feeling from that name. With a nod Erin continued, "It's done this before... several times. It goes around switching people's traits around and messing them all up. I read something from this college reporter who claims it's an alien of some sort and it's using us all for experiments... ." "Great," Ben grimaced, "aliens... " "Just one as far as I know," Erin sighed, "at least that's what the reporter said... " "So we find it and make it change you back," Ben said, looking to Kim. Kim nodded with a frown, not looking quite as enthusiastic as Ben would have expected. "I don't think it's gonna be that easy," Erin admitted quietly. She took another deep breath. "I read that it's made of energy or something and you can't even see it most of the time... It goes around invisible... but supposedly you can see it from the corner of your eye." "Just great," Ben scowled, "then how are we supposed to catch it?" "I don't know," Erin admitted, not mentioning that she wasn't even sure she wanted to catch it. "I don't know... " Ben just snorted, "Great. Then what are we gonna do?" Part 7 Becky leaned back against the wall, hiding in the corner enough so that most people wouldn't notice her. She remained where she was with a scowl as she watched the students walking back and forth through the school hallway. She'd been there for the last fifteen minutes, barely having moved at all. Then Becky turned her attention to the doorway across the hall again. It was her classroom, the one she should be in at that moment. Her class was about to start but she didn't dare go inside. What if her students recognized her? What if they didn't? She looked at herself, knowing that she didn't look much at all like her normal self. "I'm so much younger," Becky muttered to herself with a grimace. Not only had she lost all those years, but also much of her development. She was skinny now, not well developed and sexy like she had been just hours ago. "Too bad I was a late bloomer... " Becky shook her head sadly, not sure of what to think of her situation or what she could possibly do. She still had no idea why she had suddenly lost twenty years of age and become a teenager again. That kind of thing just wasn't possible, but how could she deny what had obviously happened? Several students were gathered around the door to her classroom, wondering aloud where she was at. It certainly wasn't her habit to be late to her own class. She was tempted to go to them and say, "Here I am... " Of course she knew that wouldn't work. They'd just think she was another student who was joking or crazy. "No one will believe I'm me," she sighed, trying to think of a single person she could go to. She might try some of the other faculty, but she had a strong suspicion that none of them would even give her the chance to explain. After all she looked like a student now so that's what they'd assume she was. "They'll just think I'm a student playing a prank... " Becky tried thinking about who she could possibly turn to for help, and to her surprise the only one she could think of was that boy Ben, who was in her class. He'd been so kind to her earlier and so willing to help her when he didn't even know who she was. "And he's pretty cute," she mused to herself, blushing brightly as she remembered the way she'd kissed him. Becky was still surprised at herself for the way she'd behaved with Ben, and for the way she was thinking about him. In all the time she'd had him as a student, she'd never once thought about him the way she was now. The way she was thinking about him, it was almost as if she was crushing on him. Of course she knew that was impossible. He was a student and she was a teacher... even if she didn't look like it at the moment. "But he is cute," she admitted defensively. With a shake of her head Becky tried clearing her mind of those inappropriate thoughts. She was a teacher... She couldn't think that way about a student, no matter how nice and cute he was. Instead she tried thinking about her lesson plan and what she'd planned on teaching that day. But to her annoyance she came up blank. She couldn't remember what she was going to teach. "I just can't concentrate," Becky grumbled in frustration. Just then Becky's attempt to get Ben out of her thoughts was ruined by the sight of him walked to her classroom. However Ben wasn't alone. He had two girls with him. One was a very shapely girl with glasses, while the other was a grown woman, probably a substitute teacher Becky hadn't met before. All three were busy talking and didn't even look in her direction. "Ben," Becky whispered, feeling a surge of jealousy. How could he possibly be interested in her as she was now when he had someone like that girl with glasses. "It's not fair... " Then she frowned, "But I'm not interested in him like that... I'm not... I'm a teacher... " Then she sighed, "Or at least I was... " Becky stared at the three of them for a few more seconds before the grown woman and the sexy girl in the glasses both separated and went in different directions. She briefly thought about going over to say hi to Ben, but he went inside the classroom first. "Damn," Becky grimaced, knowing that she didn't dare go in there now. Then with a sigh she turned and walked down the hallway, her thoughts and emotions swirling in confusion. Part 8 Jordan Eckles looked over his classroom and scowled in annoyance. There were far too many empty seats for his liking. In fact a full third of his class simply hadn't shown up and he had no idea why. After all the students didn't know he planned on pulling a pop math quiz on them today. "Does anyone know where your fellow students are?" Jordan asked aloud, glaring at the remaining students as though it was somehow there fault. "You're not holding senior skip day early, are you?" "No sir," Mark responded from the front row. He was a bit of a suck up, but that was all right with Jordan. He rather liked it when his students treated him with extra respect, even if they were doing it to suck up for special treatment. Jordan sighed and scratched at his nearly bald head. He had the Captain Picard hair style as his students frequently joked. He was entirely bald on top with just a fringe of hair around the side and back. "Okay then," Jordan said after a minute, "let's get started. Those of you who showed up are lucky enough to get this lovely pop quiz that I'm about to pass out... " "You didn't tell us we're gonna have a quiz," one of the students gasped, sounding horrified enough that it brought a faint smile to Jordan's lips. "Of course not," he responded pleasantly. "If I had, it wouldn't be a pop quiz, would it?" One of the girls groaned as she looked over the quiz, "This sucks... " Patricia, the girl who'd spoken groaned, then dropped her head onto the desk in such a way that her long hair covered nearly the entire surface. "You should be thankful that your fellow students chose not to come," Jordan told his class with a smile, "because we're so short today, I've decided to give you all one extra point just for showing up... " There were a few mumbles about that, mostly relieved. The students knew that every little bit helped, especially when they weren't paying as much attention in class as they should. Jordan was sure he'd actually heard two separate students snoring during his lecture on angles and tangents yesterday. Suddenly Jordan felt a strange tingling sensation run over his scalp. His scalp itched horribly and he reached up to scratch it, only to find that his fingers didn't touch the bald skin like he'd expected. Instead his fingers found hair where there had been none... long hair. "What the hell?" Mark exclaimed from the front row, staring at Jordan in shock and disbelief. "How'd you do that?" a girl asked in awe. Jordan grabbed at his new hair in confusion, finding that he now had a full head of hair that was long enough to go down well past his shoulders. He shook his head, sure that he was imagining this, but the hair actually fell down over his face and kept him from seeing anything. He had to brush it all back, having the feeling as he did so that he was in some sort of strange dream. Just then one of the girls in Jordan's class let out a blood curdling scream. He looked at Patricia and gasped in shock at the sight of her. Her long luxurious hair was all gone, and in its place was a Captain Picard hair cut, very much like what he normally saw in the mirror. The hair was gone entirely from the top of her head, leaving only a little short hair around the sides and back. "Patricia... ?" Jordan gasped in confusion. Patricia stared at him in horror, her eyes locked on the long hair that he now possessed. Her hands grabbed to her bald scalp, clutching desperately as though she could somehow find her hair and pull it back out. Then she let out another scream, this one even louder than the first. However Jordan could barely even hear it as every student in his class began to scream and run for the door. -------------------- Mark looked around his math class, wondering where all the other students were. He thought it was kind of strange for so many kids to be skipping at once, but maybe it had something to do with those rumors he'd been hearing. He'd been hearing all sorts of rumors of strange things going on around school that morning, but he didn't really pay them much attention. "Maybe they all went to some big party last night," Mark mused, suddenly feeling jealous at the thought he hadn't been invited. Then again he'd never been invited to those kind of parties nor had any interest in attending. But still he usually at least heard about them. The teacher Mr. Eckles didn't seem to have any idea about where the students were either and just continued with his normal routine. Today that routine seemed to include a pop quiz. Mark grinned at that, confident that he'd do great. He usually did since math was his best class. Suddenly something strange happened and Mr. Eckles made a strange notice. Mark looked up and gasped in shock as he saw his teachers hair growing longer and longer. Within seconds the normally bald Mr. Eckles had hair that would have done any girl proud. It was the same dark gray as before, but now it was long and wavy. "What the hell?" Mark gasped in shock. That drew the attention of everyone in the class, but not as much as the scream that came from the girl who sat behind Mark. He snapped around and stared in disbelief as he saw that she'd suddenly become nearly completely bald. That was impossible though... He'd seen her just minutes before and she had all her hair... Then again, Mr. Eckles had suddenly grown all that hair right while Mark was watching. "Holy shit," Mark exclaimed, suddenly remembering all the strange rumors and fearing that something like this might suddenly happen to him. Almost as one nearly every student in the class jumped to their feet and rushed for the door. Mr. Eckles didn't even try stopping them. Patricia, the girl who'd lost her hair, was clutching her head and sobbing loudly. Mark barely paid any attention to either of them though as he rushed to the door along with everyone else. Mark reached the door at the same time as Lita, the goth girl who always sat in the back of the class. She was dressed all in black as usual, with shoulder length electric blue hair. She had several visible piercings, such as a stud through her nose, one through her lip, a ring through her eyebrow and a half dozen rings through each ear. "Watch it," Mark snapped at her impatiently. "Fuck off, teachers pet," Lita snapped back, spitting at him and shoving him out of the way in spite of the fact that he was nearly five inches taller than her. Suddenly Mark felt a strange tearing at his very being. He screamed, or at least tried to before everything went black. The darkness only lasted for an instant, but when it passed and his senses returned, everything felt completely wrong. He gasped and fell to the floor, his body feeling strange and unresponsive. "Watch it," someone snapped at him as the rest of the students rushed past him to escape the classroom, not even bothering to wait for him to get back to his feet or out of the way. Mark grunted and started to get up, freezing though when he saw his hand on the floor. His eyes went wide in horror as he took in the sight of the hand that looked almost nothing like his. This one looked smaller with electric blue painted fingernails. He even had on several rings which he certainly hadn't been wearing before. Then he looked at his arm and the rest of his body, gasping aloud as he did so. Mark scrambled back to his feet, staring down at himself as he did so. He was wearing almost all black, when just a minute earlier he'd been wearing something entirely different. More importantly than his clothes was the fact that the very shape of his body was different. He had two small swellings on his chest which were just noticeable enough to make him VERY uncomfortable. "What the fuck?" blurted out a voice beside Mark. Mark turned and stared up at what appeared to be... himself. He gulped, suddenly having an extremely bad feeling about this. He looked himself over again and poked the swelling on his chest which he could feel a little too much and then whispered, "Oh shit... " "No way," Lita exclaimed from Mark's body, staring down at her current body and then at the body she'd lived in until that moment. It suddenly struck her that her own body looked kind of short in comparison. Mark on the other hand stared at his own body, hardly able to believe how short he felt in comparison. He stared at his hands again then placed them both on his face, feeling the piercings which he now possessed. He was cold with shock as he finally pulled his hands away, knowing that somehow he and Lita had exchanged bodies. Then as one Mark and Lita turned to each other and demanded, "Give me back my body... !" Part 9 Ben stared at the front of the classroom, feeling extremely worried as he did so. He looked at the clueless substitute who currently sat at the teachers desk, doing nothing more than keeping an eye on the students. Then again, Mrs. Billings was a PE teacher, not an English teacher, and she sure hadn't been expecting to watch the class. "What happened to her?" Ben whispered to himself, thinking of Ms. Coolidge who hadn't shown up to teach her own class. Normally that wouldn't have concerned him too much since he would have just assumed she was home sick, but he'd seen her at school just a few hours earlier, and that strange Role Exchanger thing Erin had told him about was wandering around messing with people. "I hope she's okay... " When all the students had arrived in class, Ms. Coolidge had been noticeably absent. There wasn't even any substitute there in her place which was more surprising. When no teacher showed up ten minutes after the bell rang, one of the students went to the school office and told them. They didn't seem to have any idea of where Ms. Coolidge was either, though they sent Mrs. Billings to keep an eye on things. Ben scowled, realizing that the teachers didn't have any more idea of what was going on than the students. In fact they probably had less idea since they were set in their ways and less likely to listen about strange things. In fact, if it hadn't been for Erin, Ben wouldn't have known about that weird Role Exchanger alien either. For a brief moment Ben thought about going to the school office and telling them what he knew, but he quickly discounted that idea. He'd seen enough movies to know that when weird stuff happened, the teachers never believed the students. At best they'd think he was playing some sort of joke on them, and at worse... .they'd think he was crazy. "But what about Ms. Coolidge?" Ben frowned, worried about his favorite teacher. The irony was that she was probably the only teacher he'd feel halfway safe telling, and she wasn't there. In fact, with that weird alien thing going around messing with people, there was a good chance she'd already had her own encounter with it. "Not good at all... " Ben couldn't help but thinking of Kim and Erin, both of whom had been drastically changed in the course of the morning. Kim had suddenly gotten a lot older and seemed different in other ways too. She somehow seemed more... mature. It wasn't just in the way she looked, but in the way she was acting. "She's acting almost like she really is that old," Ben mused. And Erin... Ben shook his head when he thought of her. She told him that just a few hours earlier she'd been a guy, but she certainly didn't act like it. In fact, Ben never would have guessed she had ever been a boy, even from her behavior. It was like she was all girl and liked it that way. "That thing is weird," Ben reminded himself, thinking about everything Erin had told him. According to Erin some college reporter had written this big thing on the internet about this Role Exchanger. It supposedly just went around switching things between people. And according to Erin, just about anything could be switched. Personalities, age, skin color... even entire bodies. There was no way Ben would have believed that story if he h