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Zoe Smith slumped into one of the sofas and sighed. She
opened her bag, small and emblazoned with a skull, and brought out a small
bottle of vodka. A triumph over the lazy shop owner who didn’t bother checking
her age. She poured some of it in the orange juice she had been given and took
a gulp. Slipping the cap back on, Zoe shoved the bag under her seat and looked
at her watch. How much longer would she be forced to stay here when she could
be at home writing or listening to music? Only one thing could make it worse and
Zoe saw her parading through the door. Little Miss Perfect, Stacey Ambroise
stomping in on her high heels attracting looks and smiling back sweetly like a
Barbie doll. Both Zoe and Stacey were 17 years old and at the office on work
experience. Her parents wanted her to attend to make ‘connections’ and perhaps
she would get out of the ‘goth phase’. She snorted as Stacey stomped over
wearing a blue dress with a bow around the middle and a large handbag on her
arm. “Your parents made you come too, Wendy Addams?” she sneered, taking a seat
next to Zoe. “That’s Wednesday Addams and that’s not even my name anyway and
yes they are,” she replied. They both attended the same school and rarely spoke
to each other and would have stayed that way had they not been sent here
together. “How long should we stay? I have parties to go to,” Stacey asked,
setting her bag down on the table. “If we wait until the first person goes and
then leave about ten minutes later. Should work. Someone should be leaving soon
babysitters and all that.” They both looked up as a blue light passed and
Stacey remarked that she wouldn’t look as good in the harsh lighting.
Suddenly Zoe’s eyes were drawn to a tattoo on Stacey’s
perfectly tanned arm; a circle of thorns looping around. “Hey, we have the same
tat, I actually have some respect for you,” she smiled. “What! What! No! No!
How can that be there eeeew,” screamed Stacey, her face contorted into fear and
viewing her new ink as if it were a spider crawling up her arm. “You mean you
have this too?” “Yeah, see,” Zoe rolled up her sleeve, putting her arm next to
Stacey’s but nothing was there. “That’s weird? Where did it go?” Zoe examined
her body as her tattoos faded and reappeared on Stacey’s body in the exact same
places. “Oh wow, you now have all my tats!” she exclaimed. Stacey examined her
body with the same look on her face as various tattoos sprung up from skulls to
roses to pin-ups. “Check your knickers too,” Zoe smiled. Stacey shuffled into a
corner, pulled up her skirt and took a peak. “Eeew! That’s disgusting! Why did
you do that to yourself!” she turned and shouted at Zoe. “Not me, not now, you
did it to yourself. I bet it looks at least a year old. Oh dear, what will
mummy and daddy say!” she replied, laughing. “I’ll have to get some new ones
now.” “I can jutht pay to get..what thith,” Stacey felt something in her mouth
marring her speech. She stuck her tongue out to find a new piercing stuck in
it. More piercings appeared in Stacey’s eyebrows, her lip and in her
bellybutton just as they disappeared from Zoe’s face as the holes healed up.
“Oh my piercings too! This is great! Now you’re Goth Barbie!”
Looking down at her newly pierced bellybutton with a black
skull and crossbones, Stacey smiled a little. She was secretly pleased with the
piercing and had always wanted to get her bellybutton pierced. She would have
to change the piercing of course but even then it looked quite nice. Looking
again at her hand, she noticed she was now wearing black nail polish but even
her nails didn’t look as nice as normal, they were cut a little roughly. “Hey,
laughing girl, what colour are your nails now?” she asked with a smile. The
smile on Zoe’s face started to fade when she looked down to find that her nails
were now baby blue and not only that but she now had an expensive looking
French manicure, a far cry from her usual shortly clipped nails with her toes
changed to match. “No, no, this can’t be right!” she said also noticing that
her skin was a lot darker than it had been – and it was spreading throughout
her body. Soon Zoe had an all over spray tan, just like the ones she used to
make fun of Stacey and her friends for having. By contrast, Stacey’s skin was
looking paler, like she had barely been outside apart from her face, which now
had a touch of white make-up on. Her perfect blonde hair was now a little less
perfect. It wasn’t as styled and looked, messier and less cared for with red
streaks in it. However Zoe’s brown hair was now perfectly styled and primped as
if she been to a professional salon. Her red streaks had been removed and her
hair had a sheen and fluffiness to it, perfectly matching Stacey’s when she had
first walked in that night.
“I see we use the same salon. We should get a mani pedi
together sometime,” Stacey grinned as Zoe panicked. Picking up her bag, she
reached in and handed Zoe her compact. Examining her face, she was shocked to
discover that her make-up was now – perfect. Ruby red lips, a light touch of
blusher and some light eyeshadow just under her finely plucked eyebrows that were
now drawn on. Glancing over at Stacey, she noticed that her Goth make-up had
also now been transferred. Stacey now wore black eye shadow, lots of mascara
and had dark red lipstick on. They both felt a final shimmer in the room and
then calm. Zoe looked down to find herself dressed exactly like Stacey in her
tightly fitting blue dress and heels. Stacey stood up a little unsteadily as
she now sported a new pair of goth boots along with Zoe’s black dress with a
corset wrapped around her waist and a pair of ripped fishnets covering her
legs. “So Barbie, how’s Ken?” Stacey said snarkily. “No, no this is not right!
I’m not you! I don’t want to be dressed like you! I’m so embarrassed!” cried
Zoe, hitching Stacey’s bag onto her arm and storming off in the direction of
the toilets, her heels clip clopping noisily all the way.
“ Huh, bitch took my bag,” sighed Stacey, slumping back into
her chair and noticing Zoe’s bag underneath the chair opposite. She pulled the
skull shaped bag out and started to rummage through it, thinking it much cooler
than her old one. She picked out a small mirror, chipped at the edges, and
examined her new look. The more she thought about it, the more badass she
looked. Mum and dad would freak out and so would most of the kids at school.
Good, she thought, feeling happy that she would freak people out. She was tired
of living up to what everyone else wanted her to be; going to boring parties
with boring narcissistic people. Ooh naughty Zoe, she thought, taking the vodka
bottle out of the bag and pouring some in her cup. Time for some fun.
Zoe walked into the toilets and looked at herself in the
mirror. For some reason a large cock and balls were drawn in lipstick across
the main mirror. Rumour was that Sophie did it but that couldn’t be right,
still it was that sort of evening. Zoe thought that she now looked like those
vain airheads she hated although…she had never seen herself looking more
beautiful. Her skin looked healthy, hair was styled in a new way, which she
loved, and her make-up perfectly highlighted the best areas of her face and
brought them out. Opening the bag, she took out Stacey’s smaller cosmetics bag
and started to freshen up her face. Some of the girls said she looked really
beautiful and asked her if the goth thing was just an act and if she could
smarten up for the office more often and the thought entered her head that
maybe she would. Perhaps she could buy some new clothes, brighter colours maybe
and carry more make-up with her so she could touch it up more often and be more
presentable. Stacey’s phone bleeped with a text message showing the address of
another party. Maybe she should go and freak everyone out. Really show all
those airheads what she could look like. Yes, perhaps leave here just after she
finished touching up her mascara.
Steve, now calling himself Steph, wandered into the toilets
and did a double take as she saw the new Zoe pass by. Wasn’t that the grumpy
intern who broke her coffee mug last week? She sighed, it was madness out there
and she wanted a bit of peace, Looking at her new self in the mirror she mused
that this was going to take some getting used to. She glanced over at the
cubicles behind her with apprehension and a full bladder. Did it all still work
the same ‘down there’? Of course, there were some obvious changes but hopefully
since she was a newborn woman, so to speak, she would have at least a month to
get used to her new body until it became time for her period. Just then, Steph
heard a shriek come from the cubicles and a woman emerged sheepishly, cheeks
redder than a field full of roses, with a large bulge protruding from under her
tight black skirt. Steph knew that the other side of that wall, in the men’s
toilets, one man had just had a new vagina emerge. Perhaps she better go and lend
an understanding ear to them both. Looking out of a half open window, she
caught sight of what she thought was a shooting star, streaking blue across the
sky, but it was really the Role Exchanger searching for its next destination.
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