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The Role Exchanger drifted through the Eastern Way
Industrial Estate on a cold winter’s night’s night, its blue light perfectly
aligning with the clear sky. The estate was clear but for a few office blocks
with their lights still on. One such office was that of Albert and Co Plumbing
Supplies. Gerald Albert had just finished his latest report to the shareholders
and had bid goodnight to trusty George, the security guard. They both remarked
at how clear the sky was and that there appeared to be a strange blue light up
there for just a second. Gerald stepped into his jaguar and immediately the CD
player started up with his chosen disc of Beethovan’s finest symphonies but
strangely he didn’t feel in the mood tonight. No, the music was boring him. He
needed something with a good beat, something you could sing along to, so he
switched on the radio and settled on Rock Radio as Meat Loaf’s Bat Out of
Hell screeched out at him. He smiled and started to drive away pondering
that night’s entertainment. For some reason the planned documentary he had
recorded on Canadian Beavers didn’t strike him interesting enough, thinking of
the word ‘beaver’ actually made him snigger a little like a schoolboy. Perhaps
something with a little more action like a good Stallone or Van Damme movie.
Not that he had seen any of course but he knew he could stop off at a petrol
garage and pick some up cheaply. By coincidence George, a well known rock fan,
couldn’t get Beethoven’s ninth symphony out of his head after hearing a small
snatch of music from his boss’s car and on his next break Classic FM will be
heard emanating from his security hut.
The Role Exchanger would be long gone by the time that
happened though as the alien entity drifted on through the near desolate
industrial estate. One block had its lights on and music blaring out however as
J.R Murdoch Ltd was having its annual office Christmas party. Attracted by the
signs of life, the Role Exchanger took a detour and headed straight for the
offices. It managed to sneak in behind sales manager, Steve Roberts who was
looking forward to letting down his hair for the night. Dressed in a red shirt
and black trousers he marched over to grab some of the buffet. Taking a plate
from the pile stood Lucy Rogers dressed in a patterned purple top and knee
length black skirt with her long brown hair flowing down her shoulders. She
normally dressed all in black with her hair tied in a bun but now it looked
like she had relaxed a little for the party and Steve was attracted by this new
side of her. He immediately made a beeline for her and started to chat as they
lined up to collect their food. Lucy then noticed that the lights were a little
bright and Steve agreed. There had been an odd blue light shining ever since he
walked in.
Suddenly Steve felt an odd tingle ripple through his body
and without thinking grabbed the belt of his trousers as they were about to
fall. His hand was now smaller and more feminine with long nails. The rest of
his body had changed accordingly and his new slender frame was unable to keep
up his trousers while his red shirt hung loosely around his shoulders with his
new breasts barely making themselves known. As his new, long brown hair draped
over his shoulders, he looked like a woman who had just awoken from a night of
passion and put on her boyfriend’s shirt. Steve had also lost a couple of
inches of height while it looked like Lucy had gained it. “What the fuck has
happened to us!” he exclaimed. “I don’t know,” she replied having just also
gained a fully male body. Her hair had shortened into a new style and her
breasts had disappeared into rock hard pecs. Unfortunately her clothes were
unable to take the strain of her new muscley body and had begun to tear. She
immediately took off her heels as they had begun to dig into her new, bigger
feet. A large and noticeable bulge also appeared in her skirt. “We have to get
out of here,” she added.
Luckily at that moment a distraction was provided as Nayla,
one of the secretaries, let out a scream as she suddenly aged over 30 years.
Entering the party as a 28 year old, she was now in her late 50s having traded
ages with the now young looking senior manager Herbert. Steve took advantage of
the commotion and noticed that one of the offices were free. He grabbed Lucy’s
hand to drag her in but could no longer move her and in fact his shoes kept
slipping off his new feminine feet. Luckily Lucy saw what he was trying to do
and dragged him in there herself. It gave her quite a rush to be the strong one
for once. Inside the empty office both began to strip off as the changes their
bodies had gone through had negated any nervousness at their nudity. It was now
perfectly clear that they had both switched gender. Steve suggested they switch
clothes and leave quietly and Lucy agreed. As she pulled on his boxers, jeans
and shirt, he started puzzling how to put on her clothes. She laughed (her
giggle now a manly chuckle) and helped him with his new bra and suggested how
to put on her tights as well as helping him into her heels. At least their swap
had left them with roughly the same clothes size as each other. Steve felt
frustrated by his new stature while Lucy began to enjoy hers.
As they opened the door, intending to make a quick run to
their cars, they felt enticed by the music. Everyone else seemed to be in
disarray as well as it was clear that more changes had taken place. Lucy felt
more confident now and was just itching to see what her new body could do – and
who had suddenly given her a boner. Steve decided to stay for a few drinks.
Perhaps he would be in a better place to charm the boss. Unfortunately his new
gender also made him a target for some of the more drunken men in the office
and their endless supply of mistletoe.
Natalie and Tim were talking in the corner. Tim put down his
drink and headed for the door. “Back in a minute, just going for a smoke,” he
said as she sighed. They had been going out for 6 months now and one of the
only things they disagreed on was his smoking. “I told you, you should get one
of those vape things,” she replied. “Nothing like the real thing,” he added.
“Well, enjoy the rain,” she smiled as a blue light caught her eye. “I won’t,”
he said, walking down the stairs. The lingering smoke from Tim’s jacket, now
resting on the back of the chair suddenly set something off in Natalie. Usually
she found it a turn off, it used to get right up her nose, but now there was
something so warm and familiar about it. She grabbed the jacket, put it around
her shoulders and headed outside after Tim.
Sheltering from the rain, Tim just about got his cigarette
lit but started coughing as the disgusting taste spread throughout his mouth.
It can’t be the brand he always bought the same? Why was the taste so terrible?
How had he managed to smoke this much for the last ten years? Suddenly Natalie
appeared from behind him. “Say, um, maybe I ought to try one. I never have
before,” she said meekly. “Here, knock yourself out,” Tim sighed, passing her
his still burning cigarette. He felt frustrated and smoking was supposed to
relieve that but perhaps he was better off without it. Natalie seemed to be
enjoying it though and indeed it felt like a comfortable old habit to her. This
was great; all her frustrations seemed to drift away. What hadn’t she been
doing this before? “I think I’m going back inside and get some food, are you
coming?” Tim asked. “Actually I might stay for another,” she replied, already
thinking of nipping to one of the nearby shops for her own pack. “ Here you
go,” he said, pressing his half empty pack and lighter into her hand. “Enjoy
the rain,” he added, heading inside.
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