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This story was written as a serial story on my Yahoo group over a period of several months. The Role Exchanger 4 By Morpheus Part 1 The cramped office was filled with the sound from the air conditioner, a sick grinding sound which strongly suggested that the equipment was quickly nearing the end of its life. The man sitting behind the desk scowled in annoyance at the sound, silently cursing the noise which kept distracting him from his work. Of course he could just turn the air conditioner off, but then he'd have to deal with the heat which could be just as distracting. For a moment, he mentally balanced the impact of the two annoyances. Jacob Reese was a tall, thin man in his fifties, with hair had long since gone gray...what hair he still had. He was badly balding on top and had combed his hair over in an unsuccessful attempt to conceal the absence. His thick round glasses were perched on a nose that had always seemed just a little too large for the rest of his face and he wore an off the rack suit that somehow managed to look cheaper than it actually was. Reese took a long sip from his cup of coffee, absently craving a cigarette even though he'd broken himself of the habit nearly thirteen years earlier. He made a careful effort to avoid looking at the air conditioner, pretending that it didn't bother him in the slightest while simultaneously reminiscing about the days when he actually had the budget for a real office much less equipment that actually worked. Suddenly the door to Reese's office was flung open and a young man barged excitedly. "We found it," the man exclaimed. "We picked up its signal..." Reese jumped to his feet and immediately rushed out the door, demanding, "Where?" While Reese's subordinate described what he'd found, another voice hesitantly asked, "What did we find?" Reese looked at the newcomer, a perky blonde woman named Lydia Coates who'd just come to work for him earlier that morning. At one time, Reese would have taken one look at her and assumed that she was the new office receptionist or secretary, but the truth was she was actually a researcher, quite a good one at that. He felt a vague sense of regret over the loss of those days, but not because he had any doubts about her ability to do the job. However he missed being able to tell an attractive woman that she looked nice without fear of lawsuits. "Um...sorry to interrupt you sir," Lydia apologized, looking as though she expected to be chastised for interrupting him. "For lack of a better name," Reese told her, reminding himself that she'd just joined them and had yet to be briefed on their work. "We call it the Role Exchanger." "The Role Exchanger?" Lydia asked, emboldened by Reese's response to her question. "Tracking the Role Exchanger is the entire reason for our group," one of the other people said. A second man added, "That and covering it up." "The Role Exchanger is an alien," Reese explained, having given similar explanations to each of his people after they started working for him. He hadn't planned on giving Lydia this briefing for several more hours, giving her time to get some paperwork out of the way first. "Alien in EVERY sense of the word." Lydia nodded slightly at that, looking a little surprised though she hid it well. "I see," was all she said. Reese nodded, approving of her self-control. "The human race has had brief encounters with other alien races," Reese continued his explanation. "But we have never encountered anything like this." This time, Lydia did look surprised and blurted out, "But you used to work at Area..." She shut her mouth in mid-sentence, remembering that this was highly classified. Reese continued as though she hadn't interrupted him again. "The entity that we call the Role Exchanger appears to be made out of energy rather than matter, though we have no idea as to the makeup. From what descriptions we can get, it appears in the form of a blue ball of light. Unfortunately we have absolutely no photos of this being and only a few eyewitness accounts. From what we can tell, it has some sort of stealth effect that prevents humans from seeing it directly. It can usually be seen only from the corner of your eye as some sort of blue glow. We don't even know where it comes from...though there is a theory that it originated on some other plane of reality." He shrugged at that and let out a faint sigh. Lydia stared at him with a confused look, obviously having a hard time taking this in. Reese wasn't at all surprised by that. Most people would have a hard time believing in an invisible alien which was one of the reasons they'd been so successful at keeping its existence from the public at large. Unfortunately that also went for his superiors who didn't take this seriously enough to provide the budget he really needed. "Several people have had brief psychic contact with the entity," Reese told Lydia. "During the debriefings, they've said that it seems to be lost and confused. They also said that the entity isn't intentionally hostile, just...curious. It seems that we are as alien to it as it is to us. Unfortunately it's trying to understand us better by performing experiments on people." "Experimenting on people?" Lydia gasped. "Nothing as crass as cattle mutilations or abductions," Reese responded with a scowl. "But what it does do is... Well, it violates damn near every law of physics that we know." He paused to shake his head and scowl in frustration. "It does the impossible... The theory is that it somehow manipulates things on a quantum level, but the truth is, that's just a guess. We haven't been able to get close enough to the entity to actually study it." Lydia was still confused as to what kind of experiments this alien performed on humans since Reese hadn't been very clear with his answers. Then the man who'd been briefing Reese told her, "We call it the Role Exchanger because it actually switches things between people. I know it's completely impossible, but it can actually make two people trade height, age, or even their very personalities." For a moment, Lydia just stood there with her mouth open in surprise and then she snapped it closed with an angry expression. "I understand now," she said coldly. "This is my initiation. See how gullible the new girl is..." "This is no initiation," Reese told her with a firm scowl. "I assure you, the Role Exchanger and the havoc it leaves behind are very real." "No shitting you," the other man said with a serious look. "We discovered that it sometimes releases energy of a type we can track, but we haven't seen any signs of it for quite some time. We were starting to think it had gone back where it came from." "But now it seems the entity has returned," Reese said grimly. "Perhaps it was in hiding or just considering the results from its last experiment. I don't know. What I do know is that if the Role Exchanger is active again, then chaos is certain to follow." "Oh shit," Lydia whispered, suddenly wondering at the wisdom of accepting this new job. Reese gave Lydia a steady look, showing a hardness in his eyes that belied the image of being a harmless bureaucrat that he normally cultivated. "You can read the files in route," Reese said, turning and starting towards the door. "We'll have to hurry if we want to catch the Role Exchanger." From the tone in his voice, there no doubt that he did. Part 2 Jenna stepped out of the office building for her mid-morning break, pausing to glance at her watch while calculating how long it would take to get to the coffee shop and back. She only had a limited amount of time for this after all. At the same time, Jenna wondered if she could get some bagels for her office as well. Since she was the new girl who'd joined them straight out of college a couple months ago, it wouldn't hurt to butter up her coworkers a bit more with free food. So far the tactic had worked wonders when it came to making friends here. For a brief moment, Jenna paused to glance back at the office building she'd just come out of. It was pretty large at five stories tall, the top two of which were occupied by the company she worked for. The rest of the space was leased by about a dozen other tenants, most of which Jenna knew little about except for their names. After a few seconds, Jenna continued towards the parking lot where her car awaited, walking past the smoking area as she did so. Unsurprisingly there were several people out there on their smoke breaks including her own coworker Diane. Diane was about ten years older than Jenna and a mother of two. She'd also been something of a mentor to Jenna since she'd started working here. At the moment, Diane was talking to one of the other smokers with an unlit cigarette in one hand and a lighter in the other. She was about to light up when she noticed Jenna walking past. "Hey Jenna," Diane called to her. "Come on over here for a moment." Jenna scowled inside but it didn't actually reach her lips. She thought smoking was a filthy habit and absolutely hated the smell of the smoke so was not at all happy about going over to where the air was thick with it. However she didn't want to offend Diane so forced a smile and went over. "Have you started on the Sherman project yet?" Diane asked Jenna who shook her head no. "I just wanted to give you a heads up. Sherman is very particular and has a few quirks..." "Not yet," Jenna responded with a polite smile. "I was about to start that one when I got back from break." Just then Jenna caught a flicker of some blue glow from the corner of her eye. She quickly turned to look for the source but didn't see anything there. Diane appeared to have noticed it as well since she was looking in the same direction. Jenna shook her head and then turned her attention back to the topic at hand. She'd barely started talking about the Sherman project when she found herself staring at the cigarette in Diane's hand and wanting one. Jenna had never wanted a cigarette before in her life, but for some reason, she wanted one now didn't really feel bothered by this. "Can I bum one of those off you?" Jenna asked, feeling only a little self-conscious. Diane gave Jenna a look of surprise, but wordlessly held out her pack of cigarettes. Jenna took one of the cigarettes out and then casually lit it and took a drag. It went down easily and didn't taste nearly as bad as she'd expected. She blew the smoke out to the side, feeling oddly comforted. In fact, this didn't feel at all strange or nasty to her. It felt almost like a comfortable old habit. She took another drag, barely noticing that Diane was wincing and backing away slightly or that she was dropping her own cigarette to the ground with a look of disgust. "I need to get going," Jenna told Diane. "I still have to go get my coffee. We can talk about the project more when I get back." With that Jenna turned and continued the walk to her car, taking another drag of her cigarette and musing that this wasn't nearly as bad as she'd always thought. In fact she found smoking to be rather pleasant and calming. She could easily see doing this more often. By the time she reached her car, she decided that she'd need to make a quick stop at the store so she could buy her own pack. -------------------- Christine sat at her desk, furiously typing into her computer as she tried to get as much done as possible before lunch, more as a matter of pride than for fear of missing her quota. She was only working in a data entry position, but she always did her best to work quickly and efficiently. After all, it was a pretty good job even if it wasn't glamorous. Then again, there was very little about Christine that could be considered glamorous. Christine was twenty-four years and was often teased by her friends and family about never having grown out of her tomboy phase. She always dressed in clothes that were loose and baggy, designed not to show off her attractive body, but for comfort instead. Her nails where short and ragged due to her habit of biting them when thinking, her shoulder length brown hair was always just pulled back into a pony tail since it was simple and easy, and she never bothered wearing any makeup at all. After another minute, Christine glanced over to a nearby desk where her coworker Sabrina was working, or at least where Sabrina was sitting. Sabrina was about the same age as Christine, but was otherwise almost the exact opposite. Where Christine dressed for ease and comfort, Sabrina dressed to show off her sexy body in the latest fashions. Her long blonde hair had been styled in expensive salon, her nails were perfectly manicured, and of course she was never seen without all of her makeup being perfectly applied. However what annoyed Christine was that Sabrina was more interested in touching up her makeup and looking good than in doing her job, leaving Christine and some of the others to pick up her slack. "Useless little princess," Christine muttered to herself as she turned her attention back to her computer. A moment later, Christine suddenly felt a strange tingle rush through her body. She let out a gasp of surprise and then shook her head, wondering if she might have pinched a nerve or something. "Weird," Christina mused, frowning slightly. Christine reached for her keyboard again then paused as she noticed her fingernails. They were no longer short and ragged, but were longer and growing just a little more so as she watched. Her eyes went wide in amazement as her nails became perfectly manicured and then a coat of red polish appeared on them. Then Christine noticed that her clothes were shimmering and changing. She gasped as her comfortable clothing vanished, only to be replaced by a trendy blouse and a short skirt. Even her sneakers were replaced with a pair of high heels. It took Christine several seconds to realize that these were the very same clothes that Sabrina was wearing. Christine looked up to stare at Sabrina who was now dressed in Christine's clothes and looking confused. However it was more than Sabrina's clothes that had changed. As Christine watched, Sabrina's hair shimmered and changed, turning from her normal blonde to a dull brown and then becoming shorter and forming into a pony tail. Even Sabrina's makeup seemed to have all vanished. "Oh shit," Christine exclaimed in realization. She grabbed her hair and saw that it was now the same blonde color that Sabrina's used to be, longer, and styled as though done at a professional salon. Somehow she and Sabrina had suddenly exchanged clothes and hairstyles. In fact Christine realized that she was probably now wearing all of the makeup that had disappeared from Sabrina's face. "Impossible," Christine whispered, feeling completely confused by the strange things that had just happened to her. This was almost like something out of a dream. With that Christine got up and hurried to the nearest restroom as quickly as possible. She went inside and stared at her reflection in the mirror above the bathroom sink, feeling stunned by what she saw. A single glance was enough to confirm that she now had Sabrina's hair, in the exact same color and style that Sabrina normally possessed. At the same time, Christine also now had skillfully applied makeup on her face and she was even wearing the earrings she'd seen Sabrina with earlier. For a moment, Christine just stood there and stared at her reflection, deciding that she actually looked really good this way. She'd never been one to dress up all nicely, and in fact, the last time she remembered really doing so was her high school prom. After seeing herself looking this good, Christine knew that she wasn't going to give this up. If she could look this good now then there was no reason she couldn't always look this good. "There is something very weird going on around here," Christine told her reflection, knowing that this was something of an understatement. Unfortunately she had absolutely no idea of the cause or how it was even possible. Christine sighed as she turned away from the mirror, realizing that now she was going to have to talk with Sabrina and see if they could figure out how this could have possibly happened. She doubted that it was going to be an easy conversation and suspected that the other woman would accuse her of stealing her hair and manicure. Still, it would have to be done. Then as Christine walked away, she absently thought about buying some makeup during lunch so she could touch her face up as needed. After all, it wouldn't do to be seen in public when she wasn't at her best. Part 3 Jason flipped through the stack of folders in his hand, counting to make sure each of the ones he needed was there. Once he was certain that he had everything, he started walking around the office, carefully placing the correct folder on each desk. These were the projects that had been assigned to each of the individuals working there, and as the office intern it was his job to deliver them. Once Jason had finished dropping off the folders he began to empty several of the garbage cans. They weren't really full, but the office manager could be a real b1tch about the garbage, seeming to take personal offense when any can had more than a few items in it. Since she didn't want to wait until the janitor came by in the evening, Jason had been tasked with taking care of it himself several times during the day. "This job sucks," Jason muttered to himself. Jason was barely eighteen and had gotten this job immediately after graduating high school. It was a crappy job that consisted of playing gopher for the people in the office, handing out their office mail, getting coffee, and anything else that could be passed down to the low man on the totem pole. However Jason had been promised that after about six months he'd be moved up to a slightly better position. Until then, he wasn't even considered a real employee, but seemed to be thought of as more like the office furniture. The problem was, he had come to realize, sticking with the job long enough for that to happen. There had been a lot of times when he'd been very tempted to just quit. When Jason reached Jenna's desk, he was a little startled to see a pack of cigarettes and a lighter sitting at the top of her purse, especially since he knew that Jenna didn't smoke. It seemed odd to him though he didn't say anything as he collected her garbage and moved on. However what struck him just as strange was that a minute later he was emptying Diane's garbage can and there was a half full pack of cigarettes sitting in it. "I guess she's trying to quit," Jason mused as he continued his work. "Good luck with that." Then Jason reached Cindy, a rather shy young woman about his own age. She had been the previous intern, leaving the position open for him when she'd been promoted into a data entry position. The fact that she'd been able to make it through the six months of doing this job was one of the main reasons that Jason hadn't quit. After all, he figured that if she could make it through then his own pride wouldn't let him quit before proving that he could too. "Hey Cindy," Jason greeted her with a pleasant grin. "Hi Jason," Cindy responded with a quiet smile of her own. Then Jason suddenly noticed her arm and asked, "When did you get the tattoo?" "What tattoo?" Cindy asked in confusion. "I don't have any tattoos..." Cindy glanced at her arm where Jason was pointing and gasped in surprise as she saw the same thing he did, a black tribal thorns type tattoo that seemed to wrap around from her upper arm to just below the elbow. For a moment, she could only stare at her own arm in blank confusion, trying to make sense of the markings when she knew good and well that she didn't have any tattoos. She couldn't think of how this could have possibly gotten on her arm, especially without her knowing about it. "But I don't have any tattoos," Cindy protested weakly. She licked her fingers and then rubbed at the black mark, but it didn't come off or smudge in the least. "It's not coming off..." At this point, Cindy was starting to get frantic. She jumped up and ran for the bathroom where she could get soap and water. Jason watched Cindy leave and shook his head, feeling even more confused than before. First off, he never would have thought that Cindy would be the kind to get such an obvious tattoo. At the same time, he couldn't help but wondering how she could possibly have a tattoo of any sort...even a henna tattoo without knowing about it. "Weird," Jason said, wanting to ask Cindy about what was going on when she got back. But just then Jason heard his name being called in a very unhappy tone. He snapped around and saw the office manager Kate standing at the door to the room. Kate was in her mid-thirties with blonde hair that was pinned up in a strict manner and with a nice body that was hidden beneath her expensive business attire. She was beautiful in a cold way, and unfortunately she was a bitch who didn't see a reason to show an intern even the slightest amount of respect or politeness. "I'm not paying you to stand around talking," Kate told Jason with a look of contempt. "I'm counting this as your break." Jason grimaced at that, but bit his tongue to keep from either quitting or saying something that would get him fired. Both were very likely at the moment, but he tried to just keep quiet and take it as he had numerous times before. After all, he really needed the money. Then Kate slapped another folder into his hands, saying, "Take this to Tom Redford downstairs." "Okay," Jason responded with a forced smile. "And get me some coffee on the way back," Kate added. Of course Kate knew that that getting the coffee meant that Jason would have to go a good distance out of his way, but that was irrelevant. Jason just nodded and did a she was instructed, waiting until he was a good distance away before muttering, "What a fucking bitch." Jason had gone down the stairs to the next floor just a couple minutes later. He actually preferred this floor to the one he usually worked on, since their manager was a little more easygoing than Kate and the atmosphere was a bit nicer. In fact, once he got hired into a real position with the company, he hoped he could get assigned to this floor instead. Tom Redford was easy to find as he was standing in front of the water cooler, taking a nice long drink of water. However Jason could immediately tell that this was mostly show, giving Tom an excuse to stay there and continue watching some busty blonde woman who was at her desk working a short distance away. Jason smiled faintly at that, thinking that it wasn't really a bad idea. "I've got something for you," Jason told Tom, handing him the folder that Kate had provided. "I think it's the sales numbers." "Thanks," Tom responded, barely looking at Jason as he was still focused on the blonde. Jason turned and started walking away, but then saw a faint blue glow from the corner of his eye. He instinctively turned to look for the source, but didn't see anything. However Tom suddenly let out a loud gasp and an exclamation of, "What the hell?" It only took Jason a moment to see why Tom was starting to freak out. The front of Tom's shirt was beginning to push out with two noticeable bulges that were continuing to swell and grow larger as Jason watched. It looked almost like Tom actually had a pair of tits. Tom gasped in shock and grabbed hold of them while at the same time, the blonde he'd been staring at let out a loud shriek and grabbed her own chest. Her shirt was now loose as her breasts seemed to be deflating even as Tom's were growing. "Holy shit," Jason blurted out, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight in front of him. The blonde was freaking out, jumping up and grabbing at her now completely flat chest while Tom was groping himself with an expression of shock and horror. Then Tom tore open his shirt, revealing that he now had a pair of nice big breasts that would have been absolutely perfect on a woman. Somehow it looked as the blonde's breasts had somehow been taken away and transplanted right onto Tom. Jason stared at Tom in shock and confusion then began to slowly back away. He had absolutely no idea what kind of weird disease could cause something like this, but he was absolutely certain that he didn't want to catch it. And with that Jason finally turned and hurried to get out of the building and away from this as fast as he could. Part 4 Lydia Coates sat on the small government plane, not bothering to look out the window towards the scenic view of the ground. Instead she was fully focused on the laptop in front of her, shaking her head as she read yet another report about this mysterious alien entity known as the Role Exchanger. "This is absolutely impossible," Lydia finally blurted out, hardly able to believe the things this being had done to humans. From the various reports, Lydia could see a bit of a pattern concerning the Role Exchanger's activities. It would choose an area, though what criteria it used to select the area was unknown, then it would hang around for several hours causing people to somehow switch traits. At least there did seem to be at least some pattern as to who was chosen for the experiments and why. From what Lydia could see, if two people who were vastly different in some way were physically close to each other at the time, then there was a good chance that it would exchange whatever that difference was. "These poor people," she whispered, thinking of an earlier report where she'd read of a ten year old girl who'd had her age exchanged with her grandmother. "Some of the victims certainly do have it rough," the man sitting next to Lydia commented. Lydia glanced up at Miles Coburn, the tall and muscular black man who'd spoken. He was a physically imposing figure and with his size and the tattoos on his arms, her first impression had been that he was the 'muscle' of the group. However she'd quickly learned otherwise. Miles was actually a brilliant physicist who had been recruited to help understand how the Role Exchanger did what it did and how to stop it. He was the one who'd figured out how they could actually detect its presence. "Fortunately most of its experiments are more annoying than truly harmful," he pointed out thoughtfully. "More than a few of them actually appreciate what it did..." Lydia nodded at that, knowing that Miles was right and that there were undoubtedly people who liked what had happened to them. After all, what woman wouldn't enjoy being made more beautiful? However there were even more whose marriages had been destroyed or whose lives had been ruined. "How can we possibly catch this thing?" Lydia asked Miles. Miles hesitated for a moment before responding. "I'm not sure we even can at this point." At her look of surprise, he continued, "A faraday cage might be our best bet, but that kind of thing takes time to set up and the Role Exchanger never seems to stay anywhere for more than a few hours. We'll be lucky if we're even able to arrive in time." "That's helpful," Lydia muttered in annoyance. "Our best chance may be just to hope that we arrive in time and are able to scan it with our equipment," Miles told her, frowning thoughtfully. "We might be able to discover how to contain it the next time...or even how to communicate with it." He shrugged at that. "If we can communicate with it, we might be able to convince it to go home. If we want to capture it, we'll need to learn how to draw it to us...to where we're already set up and waiting for it." "I see," Lydia responded carefully, seeing that this was where she might be able to help. As a researcher, Lydia thought that her primary job would just be tracking all of the reports, sightings, and online mentions of the Role Exchanger, but now she saw that there might be more to it than that. If she could figure out what the places where it appeared in had in common, then they might be able to predict where the Role Exchanger would appear next...or even draw it to them. Of course she would have to do a lot of work to find any patterns. "We'll be coming in for a landing in just a few minutes," Miles said unnecessarily. "After that it's just a short drive to our destination." He scowled thoughtfully for a moment before adding, "Maybe this time we'll get there in time to do something besides clean up the mess." -------------------- George frowned as he counted the rolls of toilet paper that remained on his cart. He'd just replaced two rolls in the men's second floor restroom and was about to take care of the women's. He still had plenty of toilet paper left, but since he still had five more restrooms in the building to clean, he suspected that he wouldn't have quite enough. "I guess I'd better stop off at the storage closet," George mused to himself with a sigh. George was a fifty-seven year old black man who carried more than a few extra pounds and lacked a single hair on his head. He looked at the janitor cart that he'd been pushing around and dreamed of the day he could retire. Of course he suspected that he'd never be able to afford retirement. He'd worked hard for most of his life, but everything he'd made seemed to have gone to his family instead of his savings. When he was younger, he'd dropped out of school so he could help support his mother and three siblings. Then later on, he'd had to support his own wife and kids, not to mention putting both his kids through college. The fact that they'd both graduated was a source of great pride for him. "Go ahead and take your time," George muttered to himself as he thought of the woman who was still occupying the ladies restroom, keeping him from being able to clean it and replace the toilet paper. "I've got all the time in the world." Just then the woman who'd been in the restroom came out, looking like she was on the verge of panic. She was young looking, just barely into her twenties if he had to guess. She was also on her cell phone, staring down at her bare arms with a look of shock while exclaiming, "They're gone..." George watched the woman hurry down the hall, hearing a little more of her conversation, but it made no sense to him. The woman was telling whoever she was talking to that all of her tattoos had suddenly disappeared. George chuckled at the very idea that tattoos could just disappear like that and wondered if the woman was on drugs. Then George turned to go into the restroom so he could clean it, but just then another woman came rushing up. She was a white woman with blonde hair and appeared to be in her mid to late twenties. "Excuse me," the woman exclaimed as she pushed past George. "This will be just a couple minutes..." "Go right ahead," George told her since he had no choice in the matter. He just hoped his boss didn't get upset about how long it was taking him to get all the restrooms taken care of today. After a few seconds, George shrugged and decided to just go ahead and take care of a few other things while he was waiting and come back to this bathroom later. With that he put his leather gloves on and began pushing his cart down the hall, completely unaware that that his skin was beginning to lighten and that if anyone else had been watching, they would have soon mistaken him as Caucasian. At the same time, Samantha was inside the restroom, washing her hands at the sink. Then she paused, startled to see that her hands were starting to get darker. She gasped in surprise, pulling them out of the water and holding them in front of her face as her skin continued to darken. "What's happening to me?" Samantha exclaimed, staring at her hands in confusion. Then Samantha looked up into the mirror above the sink and let out a loud gasp of shock. Her hands weren't the only part of her skin that had darkened, a fact she could see quite clearly. Not only had her face become a dark brown color, but her eyes had turned from a grayish color to brown and her formerly blonde hair was now black. However it was also clear that it wasn't just her coloring that had changed. Her very features had altered a little as well, making it so that she now looked like a black woman. For a brief moment, Samantha stood there while frozen in stunned disbelief. She felt as though she'd somehow stepped right into the middle of an episode of the Twilight Zone. Samantha had absolutely no idea of what she could possibly do about something this impossible so did the only thing she could think of. She screamed. Part 5 Carol stepped out of the elevator and onto the third floor and then paused to get her bearings. She was here for a job interview and didn't quite know where to go, though fortunately the security guard downstairs had given her some directions. Carol moved slowly as she walked down the hallway, having injured her knee after slipping and having a bad fall the day before. It was healing quickly, but still felt pretty bruised and the fact that she was a heavy set woman didn't help any. She rather would have stayed home today and just let her knee finish healing, however, she wasn't about to miss this job interview. When Carol reached the end of the hallway and it split into a T, she looked at the door that was there was the company name of Bialystock and Bloom nicely painted on it. According to the security guard, once she saw the office for this company, she just had to turn right and go down to the next door. A few minutes later, Carol was sitting in an office of a slender young woman named Liz who was just beginning the interview. Liz was in her late twenties, just a couple years younger than Carol herself. "So," Liz started, looking down at Carol's resume which she had in front of her, "it says that you've done website design before." "Yes," Carol responded, trying to look cheerful and professional at the same time. She really wanted to give a good impression for this interview. "For my last job, I maintained our company website for about two years. Before that, I did a little freelance website design." Carol thought that things were going well in the interview and was growing more confident that she'd actually get the job. But just then she noticed a faint blue glow from the corner of her eye and which seemed to be coming from the window. However when she turned to look she saw nothing there. "Do you have any examples of your work I could see?" Liz asked Carol, not seeming to notice her momentary distraction. Carol smiled faintly since she'd been expecting something of this sort and handed Liz a sheet of paper that contained several website addresses on it. Liz began to type the first one into her computer while Carol just waited patiently, hoping that Liz liked the site. Just then Carol shifted in her seat and suddenly noticed that her clothes felt loose. She looked down and blinked in surprise at the fact that they actually were loose and looked several sizes too large for her. Her first thought was that the diet she was on must be working much better than she'd realized, but then she quickly remembered that when she'd gotten dressed that morning, she'd been disappointed because her pants were getting tight and she feared she'd have to buy a larger size again. Before Carol could make sense of what was going on with her clothes, she heard a loud gasp from Liz. She looked at the other woman and blinked in surprise, almost immediately noticing that Liz's clothes were way too tight and looked like they were about to split part at the seams. It was almost as though Liz put on clothes that were several sizes too small, though Carol knew that the other woman's clothes had fit perfectly fine a minute ago...just as her own had. Carol and Liz both stood up at the same time and stared down at themselves in shock, though Carol couldn't help but staring at Liz as well. When Carol looked at herself, she could tell that she was losing weight, that she was losing fat and getting thinner with every passing second. Liz, on the other hand, had been fit and slender just a minute ago, but now she was swelling larger and looking decidedly chubby. It was easy to tell where Carol's vanishing fat was going. Then the seams began to rip and tear on Liz's clothes while a button even popped off and hit Carol. Liz took one more look down at herself and then screamed in a panic, "What's happening to me?" She grabbed her growing stomach with a look of horror. "I'm getting fat!" "Oh God," Carol gasped, seeing that she was no longer overweight like she had been for her entire life, but that she was now slender and fit looking. She even had nice muscle tone, as though she did aerobics a couple times a week. "YOU DID THIS," Liz suddenly yelled at Carol, staring at her with a look of pure hate. "YOU DID THIS TO ME." Carol gasped and took a step back, protesting, "I didn't..." The truth was, she had absolutely no idea how this could have possibly happened. "CALL SECURITY," Liz cried out loudly. Then as Carol started backing away from the newly overweight woman, Liz exclaimed, "I'm going to sue you..." Whatever had caused this certainly wasn't her fault, but Liz obviously didn't care. She just wanted someone to blame and Carol was the obvious suspect. Of course Carol knew that Liz was being ridiculous, that there was nothing that either a security guard or a lawyer could do about this, but she still didn't think it was a good idea to hang around near a woman who was that angry at her. With that Carol turned and hurried out the office as fast as she could. As Carol went down the hallway, holding onto her far too loose pants and hearing Liz yelling behind her, she was amazed at just how light and energetic she now felt. Her injured knee still felt bruised, but it no longer bothered her nearly as much now that it wasn't supporting as much weight. She suspected that she would soon find many other benefits to being so much thinner and lighter. Carol realized that no matter what happened now, there was absolutely no way that she'd be getting that job she was interviewing for. However as she looked down at her slender new body, she decided that was a small price to pay for what she'd gained...or in this case...for what she'd lost. -------------------- Jason reached the main entrance of the building and let out a sigh of relief. Something very strange was going on around here, something he couldn't understand. Maybe it was some sort of strange disease or maybe just some sort of mass hallucination. What he did know was that it scared the shit out of him and he had to get away as quickly as possible. "Oh, come on," Jason exclaimed in annoyance as he saw that the door was actually blocked at the moment. An old woman was coming through the door, using a walker to move and taking her time. There were two people trying to get through behind her as well, a teenage girl who was dressed all in black 'goth' clothes and a middle-aged woman who Jason assumed to be her mom. Both of them seemed annoyed at the old woman for blocking their path, the same way Jason was. The security guard who appeared to be in his early to mid-thirties came towards the old woman, asking, "Can I help you ma'am?" "Hurry up," Jason muttered impatiently. But right at that moment, Jason caught a glimpse of a blue glow from the corner of his eyes. He gulped and felt his heart jump, remembering that he'd seen the same kind of blue glow right before Tom grew a pair of tits. Jason just barely had a chance to mutter a profanity before he noticed that the security guard was growing older right before his eyes. The guard now looked like he was in his forties and growing older at about a year per second. In just a few more seconds, the guard's hair had turned gray and then he gasped and staggered, grabbing the old woman's walker for support as he began to bend over, looking as though he was now the senior citizen. At the same time the security guard was getting older, the old woman was going through the same transformation, but in reverse. She became younger and younger with her white hair turning gray at first. Then she stopped stooping so much and began to stand up straighter. Her hair turned brown even as all the wrinkles began fading from her face. In almost no time at all, she now looked like a moderately attractive woman in her thirties. "Oh shit," Jason whispered, staring at the security guard and the old woman who'd just switched ages right in front of him. Then he quickly glanced to the mother and daughter who were staring at the other two, apparently unchanged themselves. "Holy fucking shit," the mother exclaimed in surprise. The teenage goth glared at her and snapped, "Watch your language." Then the girl looked down at herself and gasped. "What in the world am I wearing? I never realized how trashy I look." She glared at her mom again and demanded, "How could you have let me leave the house looking like this?" "I think you look pretty wicked," the mom responded with a shrug. "I don't know why I didn't realize it before..." Then she looked down herself and winced. "Shit... I look like some kind of prude or something... What the fuck?" Jason gulped and then backed away, suddenly deciding that leaving the building through the front door might not be such a good idea after all. Whatever had had happened to Tom, Cindy, and these people, he didn't want to risk having it happen to him. His best bet might just be to find a quiet place to hide and wait it out. "This is absolutely insane," Jason muttered to himself with a shake of his head. "I doubt things could possibly get any worse." Part 6 Vanessa stepped into the company office where she worked with four other people, being careful not to spill the two cups of coffee that she was carrying with her. She went through the door, fully aware of the way her co-worker Scott was watching her even though he was pretending that he wasn't. She had to bite back a smile, knowing exactly why Scott and the other guys stared. Vanessa was in her late twenties, and if she did say so herself, was a total knockout. She was a 5 foot 9 brunette with long legs and big breasts, features which she showed off as much as possible while still being professional. She knew the reaction her body had on men and was more than happy to encourage it, even while pretending that she didn't notice most of the time. In fact, she even pretended to be a little offended and enjoyed keeping the unspoken threat of HR and sexual harassment claims floating around just to keep things interesting. It really kept the men guessing and gave her a thrill of power. "Hey Vanessa," Scott greeted her as she went in. "Hey back," Vanessa responded, looking to where Scott sat at his desk and then scanning the room to where her other co-workers also sat at their desks. Then Vanessa walked past Scott's desk without another look at him, going to the desk where her best friend Terrie sat. Terry was quite pretty and in most offices she probably would have been the one to get all the male attention. However as pretty as she was, she didn't match Vanessa. "Thank you," Terrie said as she accepted her coffee from Vanessa. "I'll get the coffee tomorrow." "I know you will," Vanessa responded with a smile. After all, they always took turns getting the coffee. Terrie suddenly snapped her head around and looked out the second story window of their office. "I thought I saw something," she said, looking just a little embarrassed before taking a sip of her drink to hide it. Vanessa looked out the window and then at Terrie, frowning as she felt a strange tingle rush through her body. She shook her head slightly to shake it off and then went and took a seat at her own desk which was right next to Terrie's. After working for a short time, Vanessa decided that she needed to relieve herself. She got up and went to the restroom that was just down the hall from their office, hoping that she didn't get in trouble for spending too much time away from her desk. "If Bob gets upset," she reminded herself with a smirk, "I can easily charm him down." Then when Vanessa was in her stall and began pulling down her skirt, she was stunned to see a bulge in the front of her panties. She quickly pulled her panties down as well and gasped in shock and confusion. "What...?" she blurted out, too shocked to make sense of what she saw. As impossible as it was, Vanessa now had a penis and testicles. She hesitantly felt them, finding that they were indeed a part of her, almost if they were a natural part of her. There was also no sign of her vagina. It had been somehow completely replaced with these boy parts. Vanessa had absolutely no idea of what to do so just stood there, beginning to cry. This made absolutely no sense at all. She wasn't supposed to have a penis. What would her boyfriend say? "Oh God," she whimpered. "This can't be happening..." Vanessa remained like this for nearly fifteen minutes before she pulled her panties and skirt back up. She realized now that her clothes were very uncomfortable on her there, something she hadn't even noticed before undressing. Her panties had been designed for a nice feminine crotch, not one with this thing. A minute later, Vanessa was back in her office, tugging on Terrie's arm. "You've got to come with me," Vanessa told her desperately. "I need to talk to someone and you're the only one..." "What's wrong?" Terrie asked, staring at Vanessa with a worried look. "Have you been crying? Your mascara is running..." "In a minute," Vanessa told her fearfully as she went back to the restroom, this time bringing Terrie with her. Once they were in the restroom and had verified that they were alone, Vanessa nervously said, "Something happened... Something really weird..." "Did your boyfriend give you a dear John text?" Terrie asked with a look of horror. She couldn't really believe any guy would leave someone as hot as Vanessa, but she couldn't imagine what else would be causing this kind of reaction. "This is serious," Vanessa exclaimed, suddenly pulling down her skirt and panties in order to reveal her new equipment. Terrie just stood there froze, staring at Vanessa in disbelief. "I...I didn't know you were a trannie... I mean, I always thought you were a real woman..." "I AM," Vanessa snapped back angrily and then winced. "At least I was..." She shook her head. "I was normal earlier, but then I suddenly had THIS. What in the world could possibly make a woman suddenly grow one of these?" "You mean...it just grew?" Terrie asked, just a little skeptically. However she knew Vanessa well enough that she had a very hard time believing that she hadn't always been a full woman before. After all, surely one of those guys Vanessa brought home would have said something. "I was normal just a couple hours ago," Vanessa said quietly. Terrie stared at her for a moment more before hesitantly asking, "Can I... Can I touch it?" She didn't even wait for Vanessa's response before she bent down and felt Vanessa's new penis. It was definitely real, though Terry was just as confused as to how this was possible as Vanessa. Just then it began to get hard, becoming a full six inches long. "Oh my God," Terrie whispered in amazement. "Oh God," Vanessa gasped. It felt strange to suddenly have an erection like that, and in a way, a little like how her nipples felt. "It feels weird..." "A good weird?" Terrie asked, becoming more curious. Then she gave Vanessa a wicked grin before dropping to her knees and asking, "How does this feel?" And with that, Terrie began to lick Vanessa's penis, causing a gasp of pleasure from the other woman. "G...good," Vanessa admitted, blushing brightly. "But I'm not into girls..." "You might not be," Terrie teased her, "but this thing certainly seems to be." At that Terrie began to go at Vanessa's new equipment again, putting the whole thing in her mouth and giving her the best blow job she possibly could. Vanessa gasped and moaned at how good it felt, hardly able to believe what was happening. It didn't take long before Vanessa came, a single spurting orgasm that felt quite different from the ones she normally had. For one thing, it felt more focused, but still very good. Terrie spat out Vanessa's cum into the sink and apologized with an embarrassed look, "I don't swallow." "I don't usually either," Vanessa admitted. Then she told Terrie, "That felt incredible... Thank you..." "I used to do a bit of experimenting with girls in college," Terrie responded with a grin. "I just never thought I'd get a chance to see someone who was a bit of both...much less my best friend." "I certainly never thought I'd have one of these," Vanessa said, feeling her spent penis again and shaking her head. "I kind of liked it..." She was definitely embarrassed to admit that. Terrie just grinned at her for a moment. "You know, maybe after work we could...explore that thing of yours a little more." Vanessa blushed brightly before saying, "I think I'd like that..." ---------- Scott looked up from his desk as Vanessa and Terrie came back into the office, both of them looking a little flushed. They'd gone to the bathroom together a short time ago which only made Scott shake his head at how women always seemed to need company in the bathroom. Scott continued watching them as they went back to their own desks, especially looking at Vanessa. She had such a hot body with a great rack. It was just too bad that she was a total cock tease. "Talk about mixed messages," Scott muttered to himself. Then Scott decided that he had better go take a piss himself. He got up and went to the men's restroom, stood in front of the urinal and pulled down his pants. But when he reached for his cock, there was nothing there. "What the hell?" Scott muttered, looking down and gasping in shock. His cock and balls were completely gone. "No fucking way..." He reached down and verified that his manly parts were indeed gone, but to his surprise, he actually had something else there instead. It was a warm slit and his finger slit up into it with ease. Scott froze where he was, feeling completely and total stunned. There was absolutely no way in hell his cock could suddenly vanish, leaving him with girl parts instead. But as he put a finger further inside himself, he gulped, realizing that somehow...the impossible had just happened. Scott quickly pulled his pants back up, afraid that some other guy would come in and see him like that. He had absolutely no idea what had happened or how, only that there was absolutely no way he was going to let anyone else find out about this. Part 7 Fifteen year old Melissa sighed as she sat in the orthodontist's waiting room, waiting until they called her in for her appointment. Melissa was never happy about when she had to come in to get her braces adjusted, but thought that at least she should be able to get rid of them in just another month or two. Melissa flipped through a magazine while she waited for her name to be called, frowning slightly as she looked over the model in one of the advertisements. She couldn't help but feeling a little envy at the way the model looked. After all, the model was beautiful with a killer figure while Melissa was nearly flat. Sure, Melissa was tall at 5 foot 10, but the other girls at school sometimes called her beanpole. And unfortunately she didn't have much hope of filling out later since the women in her family were always lacking in curves. "What I wouldn't give for a figure like that," Melissa mused to herself before flipping the page. Melissa was just beginning to read an article when she began to hear two men talking in the hallway just outside of the office. "I can't believe I lost forty pounds since this morning," one of them was saying. "I mean, it just ain't possible." The other man said something that she couldn't make out and then the first said, "Yeah... I mean, I just suddenly got thinner and now I can't keep my pants up. Talk about a great problem to have..." "I think I know where your gut went," the second man chuckled. "I saw Bryce just ten minutes ago and it looked like he just puffed up overnight..." The voices continued as they went down the hall, but Melissa could no longer make out what they were saying. She shook her head, knowing that what they were saying didn't make much sense unless that one guy had found an absolutely fantastic diet. She knew girls at school who would have actually gone after those guys to find out what kind of diet he was on, but fortunately Melissa had no need of such a thing yet. As well as being slight on curves, her family members tended to have high metabolisms and few weight problems. A minute later, the receptionist finally called Melissa's name, saying that the orthodontist was ready for her. Melissa got up and walked past the receptionist, pausing to note just how busty and curvy she was. Melissa felt another surge of envy, thinking she was built even better than that model in the magazine. "I wish I had a body like that," Melissa muttered to herself as she went back into the office. Melissa sat down chair and tried to get comfortable while she waited for Dr. Adams to go to work inside her mouth. However while she was doing that, she realized that she was growing more uncomfortable. For some reason her A cup bra was feeling very tight, pinching at her chest while the straps dug into her shoulders. Then her chest suddenly began to swell out, making her bra even more painful until it suddenly snapped. She gasped in surprise as her shirt and pants both got unbelievably tight. "Oh God," Melissa exclaimed in surprise and delight at the same time. Dr. Adam had come into the room right when she started swelling and now stood there at the door with his mouth wide open. "What in the world is going on?" "I don't know," Melissa gasped as her shirt suddenly began to tear open under the force of her growing breasts. She cupped them in awe and grinned, exclaiming, "But I like it." Melissa climbed out of the chair and nearly fell as her entire sense of balance had been thrown off by the new weight on her chest. She quickly regained her balance and then looked down at herself, finding that she couldn't even see down past her now massive breasts. "They're huge," Melissa announced with a grin, feeling them and guessing that they had to be at least E cups, maybe even bigger. "And they're mine." "They certainly are big," Dr. Adam's said awkwardly. Melissa continued looking herself over, seeing that it wasn't just her beasts that had grown larger, but that the rest of her body had gained new curves as well. Her waist was still just as slim as before, but now she actually had breasts and a nice rear end. "I've got tits and ass," she giggled to herself. Then she abruptly turned to Dr. Adams and grinned. "I think my braces can wait... I'll reschedule my appointment." With that Melissa hurried out the door, amazed at the way her new assets swayed back and forth. It was a novel experience since she'd never had assets to sway at all before. When Melissa passed the receptionist's desk, she was disappointed to see that the receptionist wasn't there. She thought that her new assets had to be about as big as the receptionists were and would have liked to actually compare them. "I can't wait to show mom," Melissa told herself smugly, knowing that it would be fun to show off how much bigger she was. "And get me a boyfriend... Oh yeah, I can definitely get a boyfriend now." ----- Three nondescript white vans pulled up in front of the office building and parked in what was clearly marked as a no-parking zone. The vehicles had barely stopped moving when the doors opened and people began coming out, all nine of them being dressed in professional looking suits. Jacob Reese gestured for his people to gather around him. They'd already been briefed in route, but he felt that a last minute reminder wouldn't hurt. It also gave him a chance to provide further details he'd received during the short drive from the airport. Once everyone was gathered, Miles Coburn began handing out headsets that looked much like ordinary night vision goggles. "These goggles can see into frequencies outside the normal human spectrum," he told everyone. "They should let us see the Role Exchanger directly. Be careful though, this is the first time these have been tested in the field." At that Reese took over. "Our satellite detection indicates that the target's activities have been limited to this building. We don't know how long that will remain the case or how long it will choose to remain here. Because of that we are under a strict time constraint and will have to work fast." Reese paused to look everyone over, noticing that every one of them had on their game face, including Lydia Coates who was not only the newest member of the team, but also one not accustomed to field work. He nodded approvingly. They all knew the risks involved and were prepared to deal with them professionally. "We'll monitor the exits for anyone who leaves," Reese announced. "We'll want to debrief any victims. Three teams of two will enter the building and look for the target. Get close enough for your equipment to scan it by keep your distance as far as possible. We don't want to become victims as well. This is our first chance to scan it up close so try to get as much information as you can. Once we know more about it, we'll be able to decide our next move." Lydia slowly raised her hand, looking self-conscious as she did so. When Reese looked at her, she said, "Excuse me sir...but shouldn't we evacuate the building?" "I'm afraid that isn't an option just yet," Reese said with a deep scowl. "If we did that it would probably alert the target. If nothing else, it would no longer have a reason to remain here and would probably leave before we had a chance to find it." He gave Lydia a steady look before adding, "I'll reevaluate that decision once we have more information." After Reese was finished, everyone separated to go to work on their assignments. Lydia and Miles had been partnered together and went into the building through the front door. The security guard desk was completely empty which they both took as a bad sign. "These things are heavy," Lydia complained as she put on her goggles. She scowled, thinking that she had to look ridiculous while wearing them too. Still she'd definitely rather be wearing them then not if they'd let her see the Role Exchanger in time to keep her distance. The idea of some invisible alien floating around and causing this kind of havoc was absolutely frightening, though she did her best not to show it. "Don't worry," Miles told her with a grin. "With these goggles, we should be able to see it in time to back away." "I know," she responded with an even deeper scowl. "What bothers me about this is that we're using everyone in this building as human bait." "I don't like it either," Miles agreed, his grin turning into a scowl that matched her own. "But if we can find out more about this thing, we might be able to stop it from hurting anyone else." Then he paused to gesture down the hall. "Now come on, the faster we get this done the sooner we can get everyone away from it." Lydia nodded at that and continued searing the hall with her partner. She felt nervous and excited at the same time, especially since this wasn't the kind of work she imagined a researcher like her should be doing. However she was determined to do her best and prove that Reese hadn't made a mistake by bringing her along. Part 8 Jason felt extremely nervous as he walked through the hall of the building, looking for further signs of the weirdness and fearing that he'd find it as well. He was well aware of his own contradictory feelings towards the weirdness, how he was curious about how people were suddenly changing while being afraid of it happening to himself as well. "Cindy didn't even realize she has tattoos now," Jason mused, shaking his head and wondering how that could be. Of course that was absolutely nothing compared to the way he'd seen the security guard at the main door suddenly aging into an old man. "Scary." Then Jason thought of something else scary, his own manager Kate who would doubtlessly be p1ssed at him for spending so much time away from the office. In fact he was fairly sure that if he didn't come up with a good excuse for his absence, he'd soon be looking for a new job. Unfortunately Kate probably wouldn't accept anything short of the world coming to an end as a good excuse, and perhaps not even that. "I am so fired," Jason muttered, thinking that maybe he should go back up to the office to wait things out. Just then Jason heard two women yelling from a short distance down the hall. They didn't sound angry, but more like they were freaking out. His common sense told him that he should immediately run the other way because the weirdness was probably involved, but on the other hand, his curiosity had been piqued. He hesitated a moment and then went to investigate. "Only for a few seconds," Jason promised himself. Jason found an office with an open doorway, seeing the two loud women inside. One of them was Caucasian while the other was Asian. Both were obviously upset, though he already knew that from all the way down the hall. "Just look at me," the Caucasian woman exclaimed, holding out her arms with a look of horror. "I suddenly turned white... I can't let my husband see me like this..." "What?" the Asian woman nearly screamed. "And you think I'm happy about suddenly turning Chinese..." "I'm not Chinese," the apparent Caucasian snapped. "I'm Cambodian... Or at least I was..." Jason listened to this exchange for several more seconds before backing away so they wouldn't see him lurking at their office door. He shook his head, hardly able to believe what he was hearing. Of course after having seen several other strange things like Tom growing a pair of tits or the security guard switching ages with that old woman, he wasn't about to doubt anything right now. "What the hell is going on around here?" Jason asked himself yet again. His self-preservation instincts again warred with his growing curiosity. Jason hurried down the hall, trying to decide what he should do next. His options so far seemed to consist of continuing to wander around and hide, go back to work and pretend none of this was happening, or running out of the building as fast as he could, which hadn't worked so well the last time he'd tried that. A second later, Jason realized that he was no longer alone in the hallway. There was another man walking down the hall towards him, a tall and very athletic looking man with some very obvious tattoos on his arms. It was then that Jason suddenly caught a flicker of blue from the corner of his eyes. "Oh shit," Jason exclaimed just a moment before he felt a strange tingle rush through his body. A moment later, Jason felt his body beginning to change. It was a strange sensation, but he was too shocked and terrified of what was happening to him to really give too much thought to just how it felt. Jason quickly glanced at the other man, immediately noticing that he was starting to change as well. For one thing, he'd stopped in the hall and was leaning against the wall, gasping in confusion. After only a few seconds, Jason could feel his clothes getting looser. Then he felt a strange pressure building in his chest, right before his chest began to grow larger, swelling out into two noticeable