This one comes from The Role Exchanger 2 in which the blue alien entity has some fun in a suburban neighbourhood with two sisters.
It's always fun to take a straight laced business type and turn her into a bad girl. The changes are so well done here from the purple streak appearing in Karen's hair to her constant swearing showing that she was changing. The slow realisation that her sister got piercings everywhere because they were now appearing on her body and the transfer of tattoos. The thought processes are written well as both come to the conclusion that they like their new looks. I love that Chloe is quietly relieved that her adornments have disappeared and now it was respect that mattered to her as she considered her future. Karen meanwhile despite her initial shock, loves her new badass look, seeing it through Chloe's eyes.
The next morning Karen would probably blow off work and head off to a tattoo parlour and some clothes shops while Chloe would be borrowing her old clothes, perhaps putting on a skirt suit and go around town looking for work. she would probably end up the breadwinner too with her new work ethic. I would love to read more about these two characters.
The role swap truly makes them see things from the other's point of view. Chloe admires her big sister for her style and respectability while Karen gets the appeal of tattoos, piercings and the bad girl look. It makes her feel strong. Of course with me, it's nearly always down to the clothes and it's a great style switch.
Disclaimer: I did not write this story. It is the copyright property of Morpheus and can be found in its entirety on Fictionmania here: The Role Exchanger 2. If the writer sees this and would like it removed, please contact me.
Karen frowned slightly as she critically examined her younger sister... half sister Chloe who had just come over for a visit. At 29 years old, Karen was already successful in her career, due in no small part to her ambition and determination. She was also known at work as something of an ice queen... Work came first. Even when she was at home she often wore her business clothes, though she was currently and somewhat rarely dressed in a more casual manner. Chloe on the other hand was almost the complete opposite of Karen. She was 17 and still in high school, though Karen thought it a miracle that she hadn't dropped out yet. And where Karen was always conservative, Chloe had gone Goth or punk...though Karen couldn't quite tell which. Her clothes were mostly black, with a black leather jacket that had a few metal studs on it. There was a streak of purple in her hair, and that didn't even touch the tattoos that she had or that her face nearly looked like a pin-cushion due to all of the piercings. "Well?" Chloe demanded, "Are you going to lend me the fucking money or not?" Karen rolled her eyes slightly at Chloe's foul language, though well used to hearing such from Chloe's mouth. She couldn't help but wonder what had ever happened to that cute and innocent little girl she used to be. But of course, Karen had always thought that Chloe was a brat, right since the day that she had been born. "Do you have to speak like that?" Karen sighed, "You know that you aren't going to get anywhere in life if you keep dressing and talking like you do..." "What's wrong with the way I fucking talk?" Chloe demanded, just to push Karen's buttons. "And at least I'm an individual... not some fucking corporate sellout..." "Well this corporate sellout has decided against lending you any money," Karen responded coldly. "After all, I know that I would never see it again..." Just then, both Karen and Chloe caught a glimpse of something blue from the corner of their eyes. But when they turned to look, there was nothing there. "What the fuck was that?" Karen demanded. "That nearly scared the shit out of me." "How should I know?" Chloe shrugged in annoyance. Karen scowled, then paused as she realized that something wasn't quite right... She looked back at Chloe and was startled to realize that her sister no longer had the purple steak in her hair, though she didn't notice that a matching purple streak had now appeared in her own hair. "Where did you get that?" Chloe gasped, "Your hair... That tattoo..." "What the fuck are you talking about now?" Karen demanded, then looked down at her own arm and gasped in shock at he sight of a tattoo of roses and thorns which encircled her upper arm, just like the tattoo that Chloe had... "Shit! No fucking way..." "That looks just like mine," Chloe whispered, quickly taking off her leather jacket and now revealing her own naked and untattooed arms. After glancing at Chloe's arms, Karen looked back down at her own, surprised to see that several more tattoos had appeared in the last few seconds. There was one on her other arm that looked like a skull and dagger... just like Chloe's. "Let me see your shoulder," Chloe exclaimed, moving to look at Karen's back and then whispering, "You have all my tattoos..." Karen and Chloe were both too stunned by this to even be able to say anything. But while they just stood there, staring at Chloe's clean arms and Karen's new tattoos, Karen felt a cold tingling rush over her. "What the fuck?" Karen demanded as she reached up to touch her face where the tingling had been strongest, stunned to feel something in her nose. Her nose was now pierced, with a small ring through one side. But that obviously wasn't all. She could feel more of them... on her lips and above one of her eyebrows. "No fucking way?" Karen gasped, "No fucking way can this be happening..." But when Karen looked at Chloe, who was staring at her in disbelief, she didn't miss the fact that every single one of her little sister's piercings was gone. Even the ones in her ears, or at least all except for one small piercing in each ear. And those ones looked like Karen's ear rings. Quickly reaching to her ears, Karen realized that she now had half a dozen piercings and rings through each ear. There was no doubt in her mind that she had somehow gained them from Chloe, but that made no sense. And Chloe looked just as confused by what was going on as she was. "Shit," Karen spat out, glaring at her sister, "Your fucking tits and cunt weren't pierced too, were they?" "Well..." Chloe shrugged in embarrassment. "Goddamn it," Karen spat as she turned and ran to the mirror that hung on her living room wall. For a moment, Karen just stood in front of the mirror, staring at herself in disbelief. That couldn't be her in the mirror... She'd never had a single piercing, at least not other than one on each ear, nor had she ever had a single tattoo. But now she had multiples of both. But as Karen stood there, she couldn't help thinking that they looked rather wicked. She took a deep breath, feeling rather pleased, feeling sort of... dangerous. She looked like a real bad ass bitch. And though she wasn't sure why, she knew that she liked the changes in her. Then Karen looked down at her clothes and scowled. "Shit," she muttered, "I can't wear these fucking rags..." She was going to have to find some new clothes... Something wicked that went with her new tattoos and piercings. Maybe something like Chloe's leather jacket... At the same time, Chloe was looking down at herself, letting out a sigh of relief, suddenly feeling glad that she'd lost her tattoos and piercings. Who in the world would want to go through the rest of their life branded like some sort of cow? It just wasn't respectable... "How would anyone take me seriously like that?" she asked herself. Chloe looked at her own clothes and silently winced. She couldn't believe that she was wearing those things. They made her look like some sort of slut or punk. And there was no way that she'd get any sort of respect wearing such things as that. Now Karen's clothes were nice... Chloe realized that her big sister really knew how to dress and decided that she was going to have to start wearing those kinds of clothes herself. While Karen and Chloe tried making sense of what had just happened to them, and made plans for their new images, neither of them noticed the glowing blue ball which hovered somewhere overhead. It remained were it was, as if watching them for a moment longer before it began moving away...
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