From good to better

I stifled a groan as the familiar sensation of the Role Exchanger began to change my body again. When I swapped ages with my sister, it wasn’t so bad. Being 16 instead of 20 just meant I could have another go at high school. But swapping genders with my neighbor was a whole new experience. I was suddenly a cute little teenage girl, a totally different person. My face was pretty, with a strong resemblance to young pictures of my beautiful grandmother. My boy’s haircut made me look a little like Audrey Hepburn I thought. My little breasts were a little disappointing, a full cup size smaller than my sister’s (who as a 20 year-old was now delighted to be a C-cup). Even so, it was a life I could get used to.







