Mikey was already having a bad day. His whole morning had been taken up by a lecture on swapper safety; he didn't think he'd ever use one, or even see one! They were really cool, to be sure, but really tough to get. Naturally, he was very surprised when Mrs. Warren pulled a swapper out of her desk and held it up to the class.
"Now," Mikey's gorgeous young teacher said, "I'll let one of you make a swap between whoever you'd like, to simulate an accident with one. Be as creative as you can." Before she even finished talking, the room was filled with cries of joy and hands waved high in the air. She looked between them all, deliberating. Kevin had been unusually good lately; he was a bully and a general troublemaker, but he'd really shaped up in the past couple of weeks. This would be a good reward, Anne Warren thought as she picked him and handed the swapper to him. They were very easy to use, and it took him less than a minute to configure it.
Mikey looked on in horror as the bane of his existence, Kevin Dooley, was given the closest thing to absolute power that Mrs. Warren could have given him. The class was all gathered around him, standing up, to avoid any possible swap accidents. He was staring directly at Mikey, smiling, and Mikey stared back... until Kevin pushed the button to perform the swap he'd set up.
The room was suddenly much smaller, as Mikey's eight-year-old head was perched on a twenty-eight-year-old female body. Mrs. Warren looked up at him from his own body, and asked Kevin to change them back. Kevin grinned in response, throwing the swapper against the wall as hard as he could. The class stood in shocked silence, staring open-mouthed at Kevin Dooley.
"You will be expelled for this, young man!" A woman's head on top of a little boy's body screamed at him, a very bizarre sight. Kevin just ran out of the room laughing, and Mikey looked down at his teacher, desperate for guidance, and desperately trying not to think of where her body had gone. "I'll call your parents and have them pick you up. The rest of the class is free to go. I'm not in any condition to teach right now." She said shakily, walking unsteadily over to her desk and phone.
Mikey felt exposed, naked even, in the short skirt suit Mrs. Warren's body was wearing, perched on what felt like impossibly high heels which were already making his feet feel uncomfortable. All he saw was cleavage as his undersized head looked down, and he was once again struck by how huge he suddenly felt. A few minutes later, a tiny hand grabbed his and guided him out of the room, and the discomfort intensified as he felt everyone ogling him. Mikey just zoned out, trying his best not to think until he was safely back home. By then he walked quite well in the heels, though he still took them off the moment they got inside.
