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liza was a trickster. She loved to play jokes on her friends. It was just part of her nature. She would do something and then when the shit hit the fan, she would deny responsibility. She was so good at it that no one knew it was her. Some might have suspected, but it was never proven. She hid this dark side with a sweet disposition that everyone loved. Of course her family knew her best and they were sick of Eliza's tricks. When in doubt, they always assumed that Eliza had something up and so her mom was very strict with her. Eliza's cell rang. It made the characteristic music on it that signified that her friend Geoffrey Wilkinson was on the line. Eliza Tranell aged sixteen had been friends with Geoffrey for as long as she could remember. They had always been very close and she would say that he despite being a guy was her best friend. She just loved him to death. She picked up the phone immediately. "What's up Jeffipoo," she said cheerfully. "I found something," Geoffrey said excitedly. "Found what?" "You just have to come over and see it for yourself." Eliza could picture the smile on Geoffrey's face. It came through with his voice. "Tell me," Eliza said with a slight giggle. "Nope, you have to see this. You won't believe it." "Can't you give me a hint?" "No, you just have to come over. It's not like you have far to come." Geoffrey and Eliza were next store neighbors. If Eliza looked out her living room window she could actually see Geoffrey's bedroom. But Eliza's bedroom looked over the other next door neighbor. On that side, lived a girl, Patrice who was in Eliza's class, but that she had never been friends with. Patrice had wanted to be Eliza's friend for years. They were in the same classes in grade school but Eliza found Patrice to be annoying and so a friendship never developed. When they were kids, Eliza said that 'Patrice had cooties' and kept her distance from her. As they matured, Eliza grew out of the 'cootie' nonsense and their relationship became cordial. But they were never friends. "If I must," Eliza said with mock reluctance. "I'll be there in a few minutes." Eliza was a pretty girl with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes who was five foot three inches tall. She might have been a little below average height for a girl, but she didn't consider herself short. Eliza knew she didn't have to get dressed up for Geoffrey. They had been friends forever and he had seen her when she was at her worst. But she was going to go outside so she had put on her makeup. She was wearing skinny jeans with a tight tank top with ruching on the chest in a light red what was actually somewhere where the color red ended and the color pink began. The ruching helped to enhance her smallish breasts. She touched up her lipstick, put on some eye shadow and liner added a little blush and she was ready. Since she was in the bathroom anyway she also brushed her hair and then decided to tie it back into a pony tail with a scrunchy. Finally she put on some reddish flats and proceeded to Geoffrey's house. Eliza rang the door bell. Geoffrey's mother opened the door. "Hello Mrs. Wilkinson," Eliza said with the same cheerfulness she had when she answered the phone. "Geoffrey is in his room," Mrs. Wilkinson told her. Eliza and Geoffrey had been best friends ever since they were little. Eliza seemed to spend more time here and in Geoffrey's room that in her own house. Although if you asked Eliza's mother, she would have said that Geoffrey was in Eliza's room more often than his own. Geoffrey lived with his parents and his two younger siblings. Geoffrey was eighteen. He was only a few months older than Eliza. He had a younger sister Rosemarie who was thirteen and a younger brother Steven who was seven. Eliza bounded towards Geoffrey's room. Since Geoffrey's call, Eliza became more and more curious about what Geoffrey wanted to show her. They had been friends for such a long time that she knew when he was really serious about something. The door was closed, but Eliza didn't bother to knock. She simply opened the door and came right in. She saw him there, sitting at his desk. Geoffrey was five foot eleven inches tall with black hair and dark blue eyes. "OK, OK, what is the big secret?" Eliza said excitedly. "Here it is." Geoffrey showed what looked to be an ordinary silvery colored ring to Eliza. It was on his ring finger on his left hand. "Well, it's nice," she said. She was a little disappointed. "But it's nothing special. I don't even think it's real silver." "You don't understand. It's magic." "Magic?" "Yes. It can swap traits between two people." "What do you mean swap traits?" "I mean like if someone has blue eyes and another person has brown eyes it can swap the color between the two of them." "Here I'll show you." Geoffrey swapped the hair color of himself and Eliza. Geoffrey now had Eliza's dirty blonde hair although its style and cut hadn't changed. It was still in the same manly style it had been before. Eliza's long hair in a pony tail was now jet black. "Do you see anything different?" "Like what?" Reality had been changed along with the hair color. As far as Eliza now knew she had always had jet black hair and Geoffrey had her dirty blonde color. "Look again." When Eliza looked again, she now recognized that Geoffrey's hair color was different. She had remembered that his hair should be black. "What happened to your hair?" "Not just my hair. Look in the mirror." Eliza did as she was told and noticed the black hair. She put her hands to her head by instinct. "MY HAIR!!!" "Do you believe me now?" Eliza had no other explanation. "Yes, but how come I didn't notice the first time?" "Well, when I first swapped the hair color I didn't set the awareness option. So I was the only one who knew anything happened. As far as anyone else knows, including yourself, you had always had black hair and I had always had blonde hair. But I changed that so now you know too." "So everyone knows I really have blonde hair?" "No just us." "OK, where did you get the ring?" Geoffrey told Eliza the story of how he found the ring and that as soon as he put the ring on his finger that he knew everything there was to know about it. He didn't really know everything. He just thought he knew. He knew only what the ring wanted him to know. But how was he to know the things he didn't know. When Geoffrey was done, Eliza asked him "So whatever have you done with the ring." "Nothing." "You didn't test it out?" "Yeah, but I put everything back to normal and so nothing is different." Geoffrey then swapped his and Eliza's hair back to their former colors. "Oh" "Yeah, I thought we going play with it together. You are my best friend you know." Eliza hugged Geoffrey tight. "You are so sweet." But Geoffrey wasn't telling Eliza the truth. After finding the ring, Geoffrey couldn't wait to use it. Originally Geoffrey didn't live right next door to Eliza. He lived several blocks away. He took the ring and decided to walk towards Eliza's house. On the way there, every time he passed a man he would swap his penis with that man. If the size of his dick increased he would keep it. If not he would swap back. His dick was now one of the biggest in the neighborhood. Of course he didn't know who had the biggest dick. It was sort of gay to look around to find out. But his dick was now almost three inches bigger than it was before. By the time he got to her house, he decided to swap his address with the people who lived next door to Eliza. Entering the house, he found that his family was living there as if they always had been. He didn't want to ask them about it, but everything seemed perfectly normal. The house was about the same size as his own home. Even though the layout was different, he still shared a room with his little brother, his little sister had her own room and the new master bedroom belonged to his parents. Geoffrey had been in love with Eliza since they were kids, but she never gave him the time of day. Geoffrey wanted to use the ring to make Eliza love him. Eliza had kept her distance from him so he really didn't know much about her. But he loved her anyway. Eliza didn't have a boyfriend so he couldn't swap her feelings for him with a boyfriend. Eliza's relationships with boys didn't last too long, besides being a trickster she was also a tease. Between the two, the frustrated boy would move on quick. Since she didn't have a boyfriend, there weren't any feelings to swap so he couldn't make her feel anything like that. But he knew that on the other side of Eliza's house, Eliza's best friend Patrice lived. He couldn't make Eliza love him, but he could become her best friend. Maybe being her best friend and being a 'he' he might make her his girlfriend. He didn't know if it would work, but it was better than nothing. At least now he could see her whenever he wanted. When he called her up and she called him 'Jeffipoo' and sounded so excited to talk to him his own heart was lifted. He thought that using the ring together might bring them closer. In truth, Geoffrey was torn between the power he felt by using the ring and his desire for Eliza. Geoffrey's seven year old brother Steven came to his room. He had noticed Eliza's excitement when she arrived and wanted to know what was going on. He amused himself for a few minutes until his curiosity got the better of him. "What's going on?" Steven asked. "Nothing Stevie," was Geoffrey's reply. "I know something is up." "Nothing, just go away." "You can't make me go away, this is my room too." To this, Geoffrey used the ring. Suddenly the room changed. Everything that belonged to Steven was removed from the room including all his toys, his clothes and his bed. Geoffrey's room looked exclusively like his own. "I said go to your room." "I don't want to," Steven whined. "Don't make me make you." Steven now shared a room with his thirteen year old sister, Rosemarie. All his stuff was now in their room. Geoffrey's parents didn't think it was odd for their two youngest children to be sharing a room despite the difference in their genders. This was a losing battle and Steven knew it. But he decided to stand his ground a little bit. "You wouldn't dare." Steven didn't know that his clothing had changed. He was now wearing the outfit his sister put on this morning. He thought it was his. He was wearing a watermelon colored floral spaghetti strap top with a scooped neck that exposed his tummy with a matching cyan colored skirt that featured a watermelon print on one side and a colorful striped design on the other. On his feet were pink sneakers with big white shoe laces and presumably he was also wearing panties and a bra although neither could be seen under his outer clothing. The outfit had been resized to fit Steven's body. Eliza smiled to see what Steven was now wearing. "I'll do worse than that if you don't get out of here," Geoffrey said now raising his voice a bit. "I'm going to tell mom." With one last verbal jab at Geoffrey, Steven turned and left the room. "You mean no one will notice that Steven is wearing his sister's clothing?" Eliza said incredulously. "No, everyone will think he has always dressed this way. Come-on, I'll show you." Geoffrey and Eliza followed Steven. Steven knew he didn't have a leg to stand on. When he came into the room originally Steven had a point since it was his room too. But now that reality had been changed and he now shared a room with his sister instead of his brother there wasn't anything to say. Steven didn't even bother asking his mother. But what amused Geoffrey and Eliza was that Mrs. Wilkinson saw Steven and didn't have any problem with how he was dressed. Eliza whispered to Geoffrey, "You aren't going to leave him that way?" "No of course not." Steven's apparel returned to how it was before. He was now wearing a green t-shirt with a shark on it which said "Totally Awesome" in white lettering and gray sleeves and a pair of shorts with a fish print. His sneakers turned from pink to white and socks appeared on his feet. He looked the same as before. What Eliza didn't know was that Steven was still wearing panties under his clothes. Steven believed he has been wearing girl's panties ever since he was out of diapers. Continuing Geoffrey said, "Let's go out side and test this out some more." "Hmmmm, OK." "Mom, Eliza and I are going to take a walk. We'll be back soon." "While you are out, can you get me some Italian bread. I'm making spaghetti and forgot to get any when I was at the grocery," Mrs. Wilkinson asked. "Sure thing mom." The two headed out the door. Then before taking a few steps Geoffrey said, "I forgot something," and ducked back into the house. A few moments later he had returned. "OK, what did you do?" "Nothing." "I know you did something. Tell me." "I don't know what you mean?" "Tell me before I get angry." "I can't fool you?" "No you can't." "OK, I made a swap so that everyone will treat me like they would Stevie." "Treat you like Stevie?" "Yes, people will treat me like I'm a little boy. Not a grown man." At eighteen Geoffrey might not be a 'grown man' but he certainly wasn't a little kid. Eliza felt somewhat protective of Geoffrey in a way she hadn't before. She had an urge for Geoffrey to hold her hand as they walked down the street. This impulse would become overwhelming as they neared the crosswalk. But she knew the truth and would try and resist it. But she really couldn't, she couldn't let Geoffrey walk across the street alone any more than she could let any seven-year-old cross the street without holding her hand or at least standing right near him. "Fine, if that is what you want. But what now?" "How about this," he said. Then he called out, "HEY JENNIFER." But instead of the woman formerly known as Jennifer turning around, a well built man turned instead. Geoffrey thought it would be fun for this manly man to have a very feminine name. Geoffrey would swap everything back later. He could since he knew where most of the people in his neighborhood lived. The new Jennifer came over. 'Jennifer' was a man in his early twenties. He was very well built since he worked out everyday and was very toned. He was five foot eleven and 225 pounds of all muscle. His muscles were impressive but not cartoonishly large as 'Jennifer' had never taken any steroids. "What do you want sport," Jennifer said in a friendly tone as he mussed Geoffrey's hair. Trying to ask like a kid Geoffrey said, "I want to have big muscles like you when I grow up." "You do?" Jennifer said as he made a large bicep muscle. Geoffrey squeezed Jennifer's arm. This is something he had never done before nor would ever do. It felt sort of queer for him to do it. But since Jennifer thought of Geoffrey like a seven year old it seemed perfectly fine to him. "Wow, Jenny! That is so hard." "Don't call me Jenny. My name is Jennifer." For Jennifer, Jenny was too cutsie a name. It was like when his name was Michael, he hated being called Mikie. "I'm sorry, Jennifer" "Want to see something cool?" "Sure." Jennifer flexed his pecs one at a time from side to side. You could see the ripple under his shirt. "That is cool," Geoffrey said. "If I could do that, do you think I'll have lots of girl friends when I grow up?" "Yes you will. I guarantee it." Then Geoffrey swapped Jennifer's work out regiment with Eliza's. Eliza's muscles grew under her clothing. She didn't have as big muscles as Jennifer had since she was a girl and neither had ever used steroids. But she was certainly buff with big muscles for a woman. Jennifer slimmed down since now the only workout he had had were some stretching and a little aerobics. He was now in good shape, but his muscles were gone. But without his muscles what he had just said or was talking about didn't make sense. So he said "What?" "Nothing I just wanted to say 'Hi'" With that, Geoffrey and Eliza were on their way. When they got a few steps away he said, "How do you feel?" "I feel strong. Very strong." Eliza looked strong but not unfeminine. "You do?" "Yeap." "Well let's see if I can take you down a peg." With that, Eliza's belly ballooned out. Geoffrey had given her the pregnancy of a woman who was pushing her young daughter in a stroller. The little girl was about four. She could walk for herself. But since her mother was pregnant, she chose to push her daughter rather than keeping an eye on her. She didn't want to have to run after her little precocious girl. Eliza and the former pregnant woman's clothing adjusted to their new proportions but not their style. "There, that'll slow you down." "Naaa, you could make it twins and I'd still be fine," Eliza joked. "How about this?" Suddenly the formerly pregnant woman was no longer pushing a stroller. Her daughter was now walking beside her. Geoffrey was in a stroller which had increased in side to hold him. Eliza was pushing it. But even though she was now pregnant she had no problem pushing Geoffrey in his over sized stroller. "Awe don't you look sweet?" "What can I say?" Geoffrey joked as he stuck out his tongue. "You know. While you are in there you should give me your ring." "You only want the ring to do your own swaps." "Maybe...Can I have it?" "I don't think so." "Don't you trust me?" "I do." "Then lend me the ring." "Well." "Please," then she used her one trump card. "We have been best friends since...well since forever. I have always been there for you and you have always been there for me. Please let me have the ring." "OH, OK." Geoffrey reluctantly agreed. The moment Eliza put the ring on her finger she knew exactly how it worked. In front of her, unseen by anyone else a holistic screen appeared. It had a list of all the options that were necessary. The screen was arranged in a way that made the navigation simplest for Eliza. Everything was perfectly intuitive that she hardly had to think about it to find exactly what she wanted. It was the simplest instructions that she had ever had on anything. Eliza didn't know that her layout was different than Geoffrey's. Eliza's layout contained icons and was very visual which was perfect for Eliza's personality. Geoffrey's layout was just as easy to use for him, but his was more textually based. His options were in a hierarchical structure that was more in tune with his personality. Eliza had a slightly mischievous personality so when she decided to use it, she swapped the clothing that Geoffrey was wearing with the clothing the girl formerly in the stroller was wearing. She thought it was funny when Stevie was wearing his sister's apparel so why not Geoffrey. She made sure that Geoffrey was unaware of the changes. Soon he was wearing not only a very girlie outfit but a very juvenile one. Suddenly, Geoffrey was wearing a two piece set with capped sleeves. The top was blue with large eye catching flowers and two pink bows at the top of the shirt. The shorts on the bottom were pink and they had elastic at both the top of the waist and at the leg holes. There was a puffiness around the middle of the shorts. From a distance, Eliza couldn't tell that the little girl was wearing a diaper. She seemed the be about four-years-old so Eliza had assumed she had out grown one. But up close, Eliza could see that underneath his shorts, he was wearing a diaper. On his feet he wore maryjane shoes and white socks that went up to his knees. The mother of the little girl loved to dress her in tights, but since she was still in pullups, her mother thought it would be easier for her to potty if she wasn't wearing tights. Eliza wondered if Geoffrey even noticed that. She assumed he didn't since he didn't have any reaction to the outfit he was wearing. "Do you need to be changed?" Eliza asked Geoffrey. "No, I think I can make it to the store and back." Geoffrey told Eliza quite honestly. "Good. But if you have a problem let me know." "OK. But you don't care about that right now do you? You just want to distract me so you can use the ring." "You know me so well." "I do. Do you have any ideas yet?" "How about this?" Up ahead of them there was a woman who was a little overweight, but all that weight was collected in the woman's hips and her bubble butt. Walking several steps behind her was a man who couldn't keep his eyes off her backside. He watched as her butt swayed left and then right in a rhythmic motion. The man lost interest soon there after. He didn't know that his own butt was now swaying a bit as his gait and weight distribution changed. The two continued their journey towards the store. The ring had a profound effect upon Geoffrey in order to make his swaps real. Unbeknownst to Geoffrey back at home all his clothes had changed to that of a toddler. His apparel was gone from his drawers and replaced in them were clothes of a little girl who was four-years-old although they were all in his size. In his former underwear drawer were pull-ups in pretty patterns. His furniture hadn't changed, but a big potty chair was now in his room since he hadn't been fully trained. His history had changed a bit too. The new history in which his parents could state was that when Geoffrey was young he refused to wear anything except girlie toddler apparel. His parents tried to wean him off such clothes but he would throw a fit whenever they tried. Finally they gave up. Once in school he was teased like all kids are. But as he grew up the teasing lessened and soon there was little fuss over what he wore. When it came to potty training. Geoffrey's parents went slow. They didn't start it until he was ten. They had been making slow progress, but they expect that by the time he is twenty or twenty-one he should be totally out of diapers. Geoffrey's new history seemed perfectly logical to everyone involved...even Geoffrey. After a while Geoffrey asked from inside his stroller. "Well are you going to use the ring or not?" "You already tried some things. I want to do something original. When we get to the grocery store there will be lots of people there. I'll wait until then." "OK. But I don't know why you were so insistent about having the ring if you weren't going to use it." Geoffrey sat back in his stroller and watched as he moved slowly towards the store. Just before they entered Eliza said, "Are you sure you don't need to be changed?" "I'm sure!" "I mean it's no big deal if you want me to change you before we get started." "No it's perfectly fine." Geoffrey didn't need Eliza to change him even if he was wet. He was old enough to go to the bathroom and pull off his pullups. He would then wash himself with a cloth and pullup another pair. Geoffrey thought that she was so insistent because he was being treated as a seven-year-old. Geoffrey knew his little brother didn't go into a public restroom alone. Eliza just liked talking about Geoffrey and his diaper because she loved that he was oblivious that he wasn't supposed to be wearing one. Eliza was smiling as she talked to Geoffrey, but from Geoffrey's position inside the stroller he couldn't see her grin. "Well are you going to change anyone?" "How about this." There was man doing some shopping with his ten-yer-old daughter. He was wearing one of those Izod polo with the I-Z logo on it and a pair of tan dockers with some loafers. The little girl was wearing a white tank with glittery butterflies on it and a ruffle trim with a short purple skirt. Under the skirt was a pair of white tights and black flats. Eliza used her ring to just swap the clothes beneath the waist of the pair. She didn't know if it would work, but it did. Soon the father was the one wearing the skirt, with white tights and flats under his Izod polo. The little girl was wearing dockers under her tank with butterflies. No one said anything. "Wow, I didn't know you could do that." "Neither did I. I just looked to see if it was possible and it was." Geoffrey in his stroller and Eliza walked up and down the aisles of the grocery store. Nobody said anything to them. It seemed quite ordinary to everyone. Although if reality hadn't been changed, the sight of a grown man in a outfit designed for a little girl being pushed in a large stroller would have sparked some interest. Not to mention a grown man wearing his daughter's skirt and tights in an adult size. Geoffrey knew he shouldn't be in a stroller, but he didn't have a problem with what he was wearing, nor that he should be potty trained. In one of the aisles, Eliza noticed that there were toddler styled diapers in adult sizes. The ring changed reality to make this possible. If Geoffrey wasn't going to swap back, then he would need a place close to home to buy his diapers Since nobody was taking any special interest in them, they decided to get what they were here for and return home. As they fetched the Italian bread the urge to pee hit Geoffrey hard. In his stroller he immediately put his hands down to his crotch. "I have to go," he said. "I thought you could hold it." "I thought I could, but I have to go now." "Can you make it to the potty?" "I don't know." "OK, then I'll take you." Eliza's motherly instinct were welling up within her. She knew he was an adult but she felt like he was only seven. Eliza pushed the stroller toward the ladysroom. "I can't go in there." "Don't worry about it. It'll be fine." "Just let me out and I'll go by myself." When Eliza agreed and Geoffrey had to release the pressure on his genitals, a stream of pee started to fill his diaper. Eliza knew in an instant what had happened by the look on his face. "That clinches it," she said and she rolled his stroller into the ladysroom. There were a couple of women in the restroom, but none said a thing. It's not unusual for a seven-year-old to be with his mother in a ladysroom. "Just finish what you have to do, and I'll change you," she said matter of factly. Geoffrey looked at her, but she was right, he couldn't control it now that it had started so he tried to relax and finish. When he was done, Eliza helped him onto the changing table. Eliza took the supplies she needed from beneath the stroller: baby wipes, powder and another pullup. She pulled down his shorts, exposing his pullups. The pullups were mostly pink with white dots and a picture of Minnie Mouse on them. They sagged noticeably. She then pulled down his diaper. She noticed for the first time how big Geoffrey's penis was. For Geoffrey, it wasn't that big a deal that he was being changed this way. His mother did it all the time, although he could do it himself. She then wiped him clean with a baby wipe and put on some powder then pulled the diaper up his legs. Finally she put back on his shorts and helped him off the changing table. He decided to walk around the store instead of being placed back in the stroller. In this new reality no part of the changing was embarrassing to him. "Why don't you wait on line alone and see if anyone says anything?" "Sure," Geoffrey agreed. Geoffrey got on the checkout line and waited. Soon a middle aged woman got on line after him. Geoffrey held the Italian bread he was going to buy in one hand and pushed his stroller in the other. After a few moments the woman behind him took an interest. But didn't say anything. A couple minutes later the woman asked, "Sweetie, where is your mother?" "I don't know. She said to wait here." The woman nodded her head in disgust. Eliza was watching from behind a stand. Soon it was Geoffrey's time at the cashier. The cashier rang up his order without realizing that Geoffrey was alone. Geoffrey took out his wallet from with in his shorts. He then fetched the money and gave it to the cashier. "My, that is great that you can pay for stuff all by yourself," the cashier said. "I'm a big boy," Geoffrey replied. In fact he was taller than both the cashier and the woman standing in line behind him. He didn't think that just a couple minutes ago he was on the changing table in the ladysroom being re-diapered. After paying and taking the item, he put the bag in the stroller and waited for Eliza. She soon arrived, but before they could leave. "Miss, Miss..." The lady said. "Yes, can I help you?" "You shouldn't leave a boy this young all alone. Not for a minute. Not for a second." "I uh..." "There are lots of nuts around. He could be snatched in a moment," the woman continued. "But I was just over there. I was watching the whole time." "That's no excuse." "Jeffipoo likes to pay by himself. He wanted to do it all by himself. So I let him." Continuing, "But I was watching the whole time," which was the truth. "Well as long as you could see him all the time. I guess it was OK." Eliza was angry at the woman for what she had done. For a moment, Eliza wanted some revenge upon her. She thought that this woman should be in the diapers that Geoffrey was wearing. Let this woman go through potty training for another three years. What did it matter if Geoffrey was wearing panties. He would swap back with the toddler before they got home anyway. But then cooler heads prevailed. The woman was right, seven-year- olds shouldn't be left alone in busy stores. Geoffrey got back into his stroller and the two walked towards home. On the way, Eliza saw Patrice. "I hate her!" Eliza said. "I know." "She is just so annoying I just hate her. I have known her ever since we were kids. I don't know what her problem is." "Uh huh," Geoffrey said so that Eliza would go on. "I wish I could do something to her. Wait I have an idea." Soon Patrice was stooped over like an elderly lady. She was also wearing 'grandma clothes.' Eliza had swapped all the aches and pains of a woman in her seventies with Patrice. She also swapped her sense of style too. "Wow, that is sick." Geoffrey said. "But it's not enough." Then Eliza set the awareness button on. Patrice knew how she should feel and how she should dress, but she was stuck the way she was. She knew this instinctively, but she didn't know who had done this too her. If she tried to wear the clothing of a young woman she would feel weird. On the other hand if she wore the clothing of an elderly lady she would know she shouldn't be wearing that. No matter what she chose she would feel out of place. Of course the aches and pains of an elderly woman would be hers regardless of how she dressed. Although maybe a girdle and support hose would help her back and legs. The rest of the world thought she should dress as an older woman. "That's better," Eliza said. "What else did you do to her." "I just set the awareness button on." Before returning home, they found the homes of the people who they had swapped with (not including Patrice of course and swapped them back. When they arrived at Geoffrey's house, everything was back to normal. Geoffrey gave his mother the Italian bread and his mother asked Eliza, "Are you going to stay for dinner?" This seemed like a good idea so she quickly said, "Sure." At the dinner table, Eliza and Geoffrey sat next to each other. Seven- year-old Steven and his thirteen-year-old sister Rosemarie sat opposite them and at both heads of the table sat Mr. and Mrs. Wilkinson. Eliza still had the ring on her finger. The spaghetti dinner was served and everyone dug in. Stevie was slurping his spaghetti as young boys do. Mr. Wilkinson tried to correct his table manners until he stopped and Mrs. Wilkinson started to slurp hers instead. Mr. Wilkinson didn't bother correcting his wife's manners, she was just too old to correct and in this new reality the two had reached an understanding. She even put her elbows on the table. Geoffrey gave Eliza a crooked grin, knowing what had just happened. Eliza changed her smirk to a "what, who me" type of look. This became more comical when Mr. Wilkinson's beard appeared on Mrs. Wilkinson's face. It was caked in tomato sauce. Since Mr. Wilkinson was wearing a long sleeve shirt, there was no way for Geoffrey to tell that the rest of his body hair was cleanly shaved off, including his arm pits and legs. Geoffrey certainly didn't know that his father's pubic hair was also neatly trimmed. Geoffrey looked at Eliza again he was starting to get annoyed, especially when Eliza started to giggle. Finally when Rosemarie who was sitting directly opposite Geoffrey grew from her five foot one, 98 pounds to her father's six foot two, 215 pounds Geoffrey said quietly, "We have to talk." Mr. Wilkinson was still built like a man even though he was over a foot shorter and 100 pounds lighter. Nobody noticed any of these changes. "So talk," Eliza said, knowing that Geoffrey couldn't say anything in front of his parents. "As soon as you are done with dinner, we have to talk privately." "Sure thing," Eliza said as Mrs. Wilkinson long wavy hair appeared on Steven's head. Geoffrey didn't notice that Rosemarie's earrings were hanging from his father's ears now. In truth Geoffrey shouldn't have been angry. Even though Eliza didn't know it, Steven was still wearing his sister's panties and Rosemarie was wearing her brother's underoos. After dinner, "What are you doing?" Geoffrey asked still mad. The above is what he noticed, but Eliza had done more that he didn't notice. Geoffrey's penis was gone and he had his mother's pussy instead. He also had her breasts on his chest. They were unsupported since he wasn't wearing a bra. But even if his unsupported breasts might be causing a little bit of back pain, that was nothing compared the the bloated feelings he was now having. The only thing that Geoffrey was wearing that his mother had been was her feminine napkin since he was now on his period. Which was the real reason why he was so cranky. "I'm just having a little fun. You didn't think it was wrong when you did this type of thing." "But that is my family!" "Relax, I'll switch everything back." "I'm going to the bathroom (to take a Mydol and change my tampon which Geoffrey thought but did not say) and when I get back, you had better swap everything back." "OK, OK, everything will be back to normal when you are done." After dinner, Geoffrey and Eliza went to his room. Geoffrey wasn't as angry as he was. He let Eliza calm him down. Eliza had swapped everyone back to normal. Since he wasn't on his period anymore he felt much better. It was all in fun and she switched everyone back to normal anyway, even Geoffrey who never knew he had been changed. As best friends, they had played truth or dare (at least they remembered playing it) many times. But with the ring they decided to play a game of truth or dare or double dare. The rules were simple. One person had the ring and the other could choose to pick truth, or dare (a dare was a swap with everyone noticing) or double dare (a swap without the 'victim' knowing what was swapped.) In the case of double dare, the other person got the next two turns. The double dares could be the best, because after the double dare, the darer would tell the daree what had been changed. Then they would explain how it felt in the new reality. Eliza was about to go first. She asked Geoffrey, "Truth, Dare or Double Dare." Geoffrey decided upon dare, but before she could choose, Mrs. Wilkinson called out to Geoffrey, "Jeff, can you bring Rosemarie to her dance class." "Well it looks like we'll have to postpone this until I get back." "Not on your life," Eliza said. "I dare you to go to Rosemarie's dance class." "What type of dare is that. I said I was going to take her." "I didn't say take her. I said go to the class. As in being a student." "I can't do that. All the students are thirteen-year-olds and I don't know how to dance." "With this ring everything is possible. So you are going to make me into Rosemarie?" "No, I'll just make it that you belong in that class." "But I can't dance." "You'll dance as well as Rosemarie does. You'll know everything she does too. Stop complaining. It's a dare you have to do it." Geoffrey had to agree and Eliza used the ring to make it right. Eliza went with Geoffrey to the dance studio, but waited outside as he left the car. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Eliza said and she handed him the bag that had his dance supplies. What was in the bag was leotards, tights, ballet slippers, a bottle of water and an energy bar. Entering the studio, for a moment Geoffrey didn't know which changing room to use. But as he approached the girls, he felt a bit uncomfortable so he went into the boys instead which felt fine. He stripped naked and then rolled the white tights on his fingers and then up his legs as if he had been doing it for a while. There weren't any panties in his bag and he didn't feel that he should wear his underwear under his tights. Even though there weren't any panties in the bag, there was a sports bra. He didn't know if he should put it on. But he worried if he didn't it, it would look 'odd'. Well odd to the other girls. Everything he was doing was certainly odd for him. Next he put on his black leotard which contrasted with his white tights. His budge could be clearly scene under his leotard, but he assumed (or at least hoped) that no one would think it odd. Finally he slipped on his ballet slippers. He then put the bag and his street clothes in a locker and went to greet the other students. As Geoffrey suspected all the students were girls between eleven and fourteen years old. Instinctively Geoffrey started to stretch his muscles. He bent down to touch his toes and found he was more limber now than he had ever been. On a whim he did a split and it was perfect. He didn't know the last time he tried one, but he couldn't imagine ever doing one like this. Soon the instructor entered the room and he lined up with the other girls. The instructor led the classes in the formal stretching exercises for the first five minutes. Then directed the students in the dance they were learning. This dance would be performed in a recital for the parents (and guests) of the students in a few weeks. Geoffrey not only knew all the jargon, but he also knew all the moves and could perform them effortlessly. After the nervousness had left him, Geoffrey started to have fun. Eliza left the car and entered the studio. She stood where Geoffrey couldn't see her. She still had the ring and made some changes to him without his knowledge. The first thing she did was to swap his height and weight with the smallest girl in the class. He was now four foot seven. Geoffrey didn't miss a beat. Next she swapped his chest with the girl who was most developed. The girl was only a little over a B-cup. On Geoffrey's small frame they looked huge. Again even though his center of gravity changed dramatically, he still didn't miss a beat in his dance steps. Finally, Eliza gave Geoffrey the longest hair in the room. This did effect his dancing a bit. He had to stop for a moment to tie his hair off. He did this without thinking as the hair care knowledge was also transferred with the new longer hair. Eliza then took out her phone to take a video of Geoffrey practicing. After a couple minutes of recording, she turned it off. Then she returned Geoffrey to normal and went back to the car to amuse herself with the recording she made. The class passed quickly for Geoffrey and soon after changing back to his street clothes he returned to the car. "How was it?" "It was so much fun. I had a great time. If I knew dancing was this much fun, I would have tried it myself." "Well you don't have to go back." As they had their discussion in the car, other students filed out to greet their parents to be taken home. "That is a great idea," Geoffrey said. "But I dare you to join me." "Join you? But you have only one sister in the class." "Swap with her," he pointed to one of the girls in the neighborhood that they both knew. The girl was walking with her mother to their car. "For how long?" "At least until after the recital. Dancing is so much fun, I want you to enjoy it with me." Eliza agreed and soon they were both students of the dance class with tween girls. After they got home, Eliza dared Geoffrey to "ask your mother to borrow her nightgown." "She'll think I'm a fag or something." "No she won't,I'll make her think you are Rosemarie." "Then if I ask it'll be no big deal what type of dare is that?" "I want you to ask her to borrow her sexiest nightgown." "OH OK." He didn't think it was any big deal since his mother would think it was Rosemarie asking. The worst she could do was say 'No'. But Eliza wasn't going to swap anything. She wanted to set him up. She wanted to see Geoffrey ask his mother unaided to wear her sexiest lingerie. Eliza thought this was going to be great. They walked down the hall to greet Mrs. Wilkinson but before either could say anything Mrs. Wilkinson asked, "Are you staying the night?" Eliza looked into Geoffrey's eyes before responding "Sure." Now that Geoffrey didn't share his bedroom with his siblings, in the new reality Eliza slept over quite often. But if Eliza was going to stay over, she would have to pick up clothes for the overnight and her school books and an outfit for the next day. Eliza and Geoffrey walked over to Eliza's house to pick up these items. This broke the ice and so Geoffrey was spared the embarrassment of asking his mother to wear her lingerie. "Geoffrey, I want to change my dare. I dare you to go into my house and get my things for tonight and tomorrow morning." "OK, no biggie." This was easier than asking his mother for her nightgown. "Well you will do it while everyone thinks you are me." "Fine." A moment later, Geoffrey was dressed in Eliza's clothing. He was wearing her tunic and leggings, along with her flats and underwear and even though he couldn't see it, he was also wearing her light makeup and earrings. "Hey why did you do that?" "You need to know what I would pick out, now you have all my tastes." "OK, no big deal. Give me the ring." Eliza did as he asked. Her turn was over. "Before I go in. Truth, Dare or Double Dare?" "Dare." "I dare you to swap breasts with your mom." Then he made the swap without giving her an option to complain. Soon, her breasts had grown two cup sizes and became less perky." "Hey, why did you do that?" He gave Eliza back the ring and said, "because you said dare. But I'll let you have a double dare on me next when I get back." He walked into her house and found Mrs. Tranell. "Mom," he said, "I'm spending the night at Geoffrey's" He didn't expect the response he got. "Young lady, how come you didn't call me?" Mrs. Tranell demanded. "What?" he said taken off guard. "You should have called to say you were missing dinner!? ?I was with Geoffrey and we got so busy I forgot.? ?Busy doing what?? Geoffrey couldn't tell her. ?Ummm, I just forgot.? ?I made dinner for you, me and your sister. If I knew you weren't going to come, I would have just made something small.? Geoffrey wanted to just get Eliza's things (a change of clothing, a nightgown and her books for school the next day) and get out of there. But Eliza's mother wasn't having any of it. After several minutes of arguing, it was clear that Mrs. Tranell wasn't going to let him sleep over at Geoffrey's house tonight. Geoffrey trudged up to Eliza's room. Then he did what Eliza would do which was take a shower and put on her pajamas. He needed a shower anyway, since he hadn't had time to take one after dance class. He followed Eliza's usual rituals in the bathroom which included using cold cream to remove his makeup. In and out of the shower, Geoffrey instinctively used Eliza's moisturizing and exfoliating products. He had never done this before today, but he felt like he had to. Not to mention he spent over three times the amount of time on his hair than he had ever before. He also shaved his arms and legs as she had. He was running on her autopilot. He never expected to be grounded in Eliza's life. He felt trapped. Eliza had hoped that Geoffrey could get out of the house but she had expected that her mom might throw a fit. But what was done, was done. Then Eliza used her ring to swap Geoffrey's school experience with her little sister who was in kindergarten. Geoffrey said she would have a double dare. Besides what right did he had to give her her mom's old tits without her having an opportunity to talk him out of it. Eliza had always been a trickster. This was something that Geoffrey didn't know when he started this chain of events. Tomorrow Geoffrey would be the tallest/oldest boy to ever attend kindergarten. Before Eliza returned to Geoffrey's house, she snuck into her own. She then left the ring inside her sister's lunchbox. She assumed that Geoffrey would find it. ?She left a note with the ring saying ?Next time I see you it's your turn.? With that she returned to her new home, Geoffrey's house. After he had cleaned himself and calmed down he went back to talk to Mrs. Tranell. ?Mom,? he said hesitantly, ?I just need to talk to Eliza for a minute and then I'll come right back.? ?No you can't. You can't see her, you can't call her, you can't text her you are grounded.? ?You don't understand, I need to.? he said the desperation could be heard in his voice. He needed to get that ring back. ?I said no, and if you continue you'll be grounded twice as long. I won't let you go to dance class on Friday.? Geoffrey knew he couldn't win. He went back to Eliza's (not his) room. He looked at his nails and noticed that even though they were painted, they weren't properly shaped. To take his mind off his circumstance, he removed the nail polish off all his nails, then reshaped them before putting on a fresh new color. He chose a dark color to reflect his mood. Geoffrey would have to wait it out. He wished he went to school with Eliza so he could see her there, but he was in kindergarten and his school was miles away from the high school. In the morning, Geoffrey got ready. He had to put on his makeup and make sure his hair was perfectly groomed. None of the other students in his kindergarten class had to do such things, but he was older than they were. He didn't think it was odd that he was going to kindergarten, nor that he was the only student in the entire elementary school who drove themselves to class. This seemed quite normal to him. He simply was in kindergarten because that was his grade level. Next year he would be in first grade like the rest of his class. By the time, he was ready Mrs. Tranell and Brooke, Eliza's six-year-old sister had left. There weren't any buses that took high school seniors to their school but Brooke was too young to walk herself so her mother always drove her to school...in this reality. Geoffrey made himself a quick breakfast then took his lunchbox and his book bag to drive to his elementary school. On the way he tried to keep calm. He knew that everyone thought he was a girl but other than that it would probably be a normal day. He wished he could use the ring to be a boy again, but even if he did he would have to swap back with Eliza, that was the only way for everyone to be back to normal. He knew how to get to school so he didn't have to worry about the street signs. He couldn't read them anyway. But he was a smart boy, er girl, he knew that red meant stop and green meant go. He also knew most of the alphabet. Well he knew all of the alphabet if he saw it, but couldn't recite the entire alphabet song. He also knew a few simple words. He was the oldest in his class but that didn't bother him. Just because he was the oldest in the class (by over ten years) that didn't mean he was the smartest. Someone had to be the oldest kid and it was him. He was also the tallest, even taller than the teacher. At school, he waited with his class for the attendant (who was a six grader) to take them inside. The students in his class grouped themselves together into small groups of friends. The boys usually stayed with groups of boys and the girls usually stayed in groups of girls. All of Geoffrey's friends were older like him so he didn't find anyone to play with. His friends were all his age and in high school. He didn't think anything was odd with that. At the school yard he got in line with his class until an attendant brought the class inside. Then they were led to his classroom. Of his fellow students (there were fourteen other students in his class) only a handful could even count to a hundred. In general those who could count to fourteen could count to twenty. Geoffrey wasn't in this group. He was proud that he could count to ten. Geoffrey quickly found his seat. In this new reality Geoffrey had been in this class since the beginning of the school year and he knew everything about it. Some of his work was even hanging on the bulletin board or taped on the walls like the other students. Every student had at least one item taped on the wall of the classroom. The teacher, Ms. King was waiting for the students in the room. Ms. King asked the students to sit in a circle Indian style. ?Jill, what is your favorite color?? Ms. King asked one of the students. ?Red? Ms. King put a red sticker on the board. The word 'red' was printed on the sticker. ?Brian,? who was next in the circle, ?what is your favorite color?? ?Blue? Ms. King when put a blue sticker under the red one. Each kid in line told the class his/her favorite color. When it was Geoffrey's turn, he said pink since he now had Eliza's preferences. On the board there was three reds, five blues, two pinks, two greens, one orange, and two purples. Ms. King had the class count out each to reinforce counting. All the students should know how to count to at least ten but counting was one of the practiced skills in kindergarten. ?Children which are the colors of fall?? The children shouted out their answers. ?One at a time.? ?Red,...Yellow...Orange? was the consensus. ?I have a little song to help you remember.? Then Ms. King sang this song for the students. ?Leaves are falling, leaves are falling; To the ground, to the ground; Red, orange, yellow, red, orange, yellow; Green and brown, green and brown.? After singing it, she led the students in song. After everyone had learned the song, Ms. King showed the class two paint colors: red and yellow. ?OK, class who knows what happens if we mix these two paints.? She went around the class again for opinions. Some said brown, some said light red, some said orange one person said blue. The votes were recorded on the wall. Ms. King then put both colors in a cup and mixed them up and showed everyone that orange was the answer. Next the students were put into five groups of three and asked to mixed the colors to see which color would be created. Then after everyone was done, they returned to the circle to discuss their results. It was a lot of fun for everyone. Geoffrey knew colors well, he had predicted orange before, and could predict most of the colors. He knew color mixing well since he knew how to mix colors when putting on his own makeup. He wanted to make a pink color, but he couldn't with the colors he had. He didn't have any white paint, only blue, red and yellow. Ms. King made the lesson fun for everyone in the class including Geoffrey. But soon it was time for lunch. Geoffrey felt a bit lonely since he didn't have any friends in his class. Most of his friends were in high school. But he wouldn't be seeing them since he was grounded. When he found the ring in his lunch box he decided to use it to get some new friends...at least until he was no longer grounded. The first thing he did was swap his social life with the most popular girl in class. With only a kindergarten education, Geoffrey couldn't read the selections of the ring anymore but everything was laid out so naturally for him he could intuit which instruction was needed. He found what he thought was the proper selection. All he wanted was to swap his friends with this girl's. But what he actually swapped was the girls entire social life, which meant that her family was his family now too. He no longer lived at Eliza's house, nor his own, he now lived at this new girl's house. He shared a room with her two sisters. Since he couldn't read, Geoffrey didn't know that the aware option was set off. Once the change was made, not only to the rest of the world but to Geoffrey also whatever had changed seemed like it had always been that way. Now all the girls were his friends. He could have chose to be friends with the boys, but since he knew everyone thought he was a girl, it was better this way. Plus he was wearing a pretty outfit with heels so he didn't think he could run around anyway. He was now friends with the girls, but he didn't know the games they played. The girls were playing a clapping game but he couldn't get the hang of it. So he used the ring to gain the knowledge of how to play. He also wanted to enjoy the game like the girls did. He used the ring to swap with a girl named Helena. But he didn't realize that not only did he gain the knowledge, but he also gained the girls preferences. He was now no longer wearing Eliza's makeup, Helena now was. Helena was now also wearing Eliza's apparel too and had all of Eliza's preferences. Not only that, but Helena was now the one enrolled in Rosemarie's dance class instead of Geoffrey. Geoffrey started to play the clapping game with another girl, but the problem was it wasn't as much fun as it should be since he was so much taller than the six-year-olds. He then swapped his height with Hannah. He had lost over two feet in height. He was now about the same height as all the other students in the class at three feet nine. Geoffrey was having a lot of fun playing the clapping game until a boy came up behind him and pulled his hair. This boy was a bully (or as close as one can get in kindergarten.) When he was close to six feet tall, no one bullied Geoffrey, but now that he was under four feet he was fair game to the boy. He decided that maybe the reasons the boy was being so cruel was because he wasn't mature, so he swapped his age with him. The boy was now eighteen although his height didn't change as it had already been swapped. But this change didn't make any difference. The boy at five or eighteen was just as much a bully. Geoffrey was having too much fun being able to play with his friends at their level so he simply swapped classes with another kindergartener so he wouldn't have to deal with this boy in class. This helped him in two ways not only was he out of the bully's way but he was now also in his best friend's class. The bully made out best with the swap in some ways. Although he would never grow from his present height since he was done with puberty, he was now the only kindergartener who was old enough to drive. At the end of the day he drove home in his car, Geoffrey had to take the bus like the rest of the students. Geoffrey had made many changes during lunch. He changed his height and his style. He changed the class he attended and the place where he lived. He also changed what he liked to do and who he did it with. In most respects he had become just another student in the kindergarten class. With the clothes he was wearing and his new height and age he looked just like a normal student. At this age you couldn't tell that physically he was still a boy. After lunch the class activity included finger painting. They had mixed the colors before lunch and now that lunch was over they were going to make finger-painted leaves with the newly mixed colors. Geoffrey's new teacher, Mrs. Almaden told him to remove his ring so it wouldn't get full of paint. Geoffrey did as he was told and forgot all about it. He didn't realize that he had lost his ring. Meanwhile, Eliza was having a 'normal' day at high school. She had quickly gotten dressed that morning in Geoffrey's clothes which only took five minutes instead of the fifteen or twenty it had usually took to select an outfit. But that was nothing in comparison with the time it usually took her in the bathroom. She didn't feel the need to moisturize or exfoliate her skin anymore. It took less than five minutes to wash and condition her hair. Using ordinary soap to scrub her body was perfectly fine to her. There was no desire to shave her legs or underarms, she didn't want to wear makeup, her nail care consisted of just clipping them because they were too long. Once she got to school her new interests seemed perfectly fine to her. She wasn't a trickster anymore too. She was much more serious. What did it matter if she now preferred math to english? What did it matter if her twitter feed contained celebrities involved in sports instead of movies. All was going well until she saw a very pretty woman in her class and started to have sexual thoughts about her. The woman was wearing a sexy bodycon outfit. She wore a tight tunic over white leggings. It was hot. Eliza remembered wearing a similar outfit before, but instead of admiring how well the woman put together her outfit she wanted to jump her bones. She started to get wet. But her feelings weren't lesbian feelings they were masculine feelings. The girl in question actually reminded Eliza of herself. That is what attracted her, since Geoffrey had been attracted to Eliza. She didn't want to feel this way. But she did feel this way. When the girl passed her by, Eliza was about to hit on her. That really bothered her. The feelings were real and she indeed felt them, but she knew she shouldn't. That sealed it, she would have to swap back her preferences with Geoffrey after school. She was going to wait a few days, but seeing hot women and wanting to jump their bones was too much for her. After school, she snuck into her house again and went to her old room. She found a little girl living there. The room had been changed. It wasn't as she had remembered it. None of her old stuff was there. It was now clearly the room of a little girl. But despite all the changes, she knew this little girl was her best friend. She even knew her name, Ella. She felt affection for this little girl but she knew it wasn't Geoffrey. Even though their relationship seemed perfectly normal she reasoned that Geoffrey must have used the ring to change things. It was a strange thing for her. She knew everything was perfectly fine, but she also knew that it had to be wrong too. This was because she was aware of the swap that she made with Geoffrey, but didn't know of the swap Geoffrey made with Ella or anyone else. In this new reality, Ella had Eliza's family and all of Geoffrey's old friends, despite that Ella and Brooke (Ella's new sister) were only a few months apart in age had the same parents and weren't twins. This was clearly impossible, but everyone accepted it. Also even though Ella was five years-old practically all her friends were high school boys. Eliza was Ella's best friend and Ella also had a secret crush on her. All the relationships in Ella's life had been swapped with Geoffrey's. ?Hey Eliza. Wanna play?? Ella asked seeing her best friend. Eliza wanted to know what happened to the ring, so she asked Ella about it. She didn't say it was magical, but she described it and asked if Ella knew where it was. Ella said that one of the students at her school had a ring like that. She thought his name was Geoffrey. He was very popular in her class. Ella in this new reality didn't have any friends at her own school. Eliza played with her best friend for a while. But didn't find what they were playing very exciting. She assumed that once everything was put back to normal everything would be fine again. But she loved her best friend to death and if she wanted to play, Eliza would play with her. When she got home she started to think of the woman in her school. It got her so excited that she had to increase the cold water when she took her shower. She also forced herself to think about baseball instead. Eliza didn't think she could get to see Geoffrey at the elementary school. But she knew she had dance class with him Friday. She would wait until then and make him switch everything back to normal. She only hoped that he wouldn't change anything else. When Friday arrived, she got to dance class early. But nothing seemed out of place. It was the same class as always. Most of the students were tweens and early teens, except for her and a five year old girl. The five year old looked older than she was since she knew how to apply makeup better than anyone else in the class. Eliza had arrived early so she didn't see that when this girl arrived she was wearing the clothes she would usually see in the halls of her high school. She wouldn't have recognized them as her style anyway. The class went smoothly, but there wasn't any indication of the ring or of Geoffrey anywhere. Even though this was actually Eliza's first time at this class, she felt as though she had been taking this class for months. She was slightly distracted at first, but quickly fell into the swing of things. Dance class was the only truly female preference she had left. All the rest were Geoffrey's. Eliza started to really panic. What would she do if she couldn't find Geoffrey and put everything back to normal. She didn't know how to really be a woman anymore, but she knew she should be. She certainly still had the body of a woman. She felt perfectly normal in her feelings but she knew she was living a lie. She thought she would be much happier if she wasn't aware of anything. She had one option left, go to the elementary school. Go to Brooke's former class which Eliza remembered, find Geoffrey and the ring and try to get him to swap everything back. Eliza arrived at the elementary school. She knew which class was Geoffrey's since she knew which class her sister had been. The class was on the first floor so she could look into the window. What she saw was quite ordinary. The desk-chairs had been moved to the back and all the students were sitting around in a circle on the floor. Eliza decided the thing to do was to look for the ring. On the floor were fifteen students. There were all kinds of students. Eight were little kids of about five or six. There were two toddlers of two or three, two teenagers and three adults. Of the students only three wore rings. Two of the adults wore wedding rings. The woman also had on an engagement ring. It had a gorgeous setting and a big diamond in the middle. Eliza assumed that they were a married couple. She thought it nice that a married couple would be in the same class. But she didn't know when they got married. For all she knew they met in kindergarten, fell in love and got married. The married couple were the only students who came to class in business suits. But despite their attire they were sitting on the floor like everyone else. The only other student who wore a ring was one of the little boys. He was also the only little kid who was wearing makeup. Actually his makeup was caked on. He had long wavy blonde hair. Eliza thought it must have been dyed. He wore an off the shoulder blouse. His bra straps were visible on his shoulders. He wore a very short skirt and shoes with a large heel. The boy wore many rings, bracelets and necklaces. He also wore large hoop earrings in his ears. Next to the boy was his purse which matched his shoes. The boy seemed to always need to