"What the hell?" Steve Farber said, looking around. He watched as a girl dressed in a black gothic dress ran away from him. How did he get outside? One moment, he was in his bed and about to have sex with Tiffany Sanders, and then the next moment, he was standing outside, not even anywhere near his house.
He walked along the street, trying to piece together what had happened. But nothing did happened. It was like he teleported across town, as crazy as that sounded.
After walking a bit, he stopped, realizing that he was wearing shoes. When he was in bed with Tiffany, he was naked (except for his underwear, which he was just about to remove, before this happened to him), so he should have had bare feet.
He looked down at himself and stared in shock. He didn't know why he didn't notice it before (maybe it was the trauma of being yanked from one place and deposited in another), but he was no longer just in his underwear. In fact, he was wearing clothes that he wouldn't ever be caught dead in - a black T-shirt over a fishnet shirt, black leather pants, and black boots. He grabbed the back of his neck, as he tried to figure out what had happened to him, and that's when his hand got poked. He felt around his neck and realized that he was wearing a spiked collar. "What the hell is going on?"
A moment later, a young woman walked past, displaying a look of distaste. Usually women smiled and even winked at him. It was the reason people called him "The Stud". But this woman saw him as a freak, not a stud.
He turned around towards her, wanting to make sure she knew that he wasn't really a freak. "I'm not supposed to look like ..." he began to say, but then stopped in mid-sentence when, out of the corner of his eye, he caught some movement from a nearby storefront window. He turned towards it and saw that freak Trevor Blake. He and the rest of the Goth crowd at the high school were constant victims of Steve and his friends' bullying. But as Steve saw it, they deserved it.
Steve moved towards Trevor and Trevor moved towards him. And as he got closer, he realized that Trevor wasn't really there. That it was just Trevor's reflection. And then, to his horror, Steve realized that it was actually his reflection. Somehow, he now looked just like Trevor. He waved his hand and Trevor waved his hand. That really was him. But when he looked down at himself, he saw himself. Trevor was pretty lanky and pale, but when Steve looked down at himself, he was anything but. He still looked just as tanned and just as muscular was he was normally. The only thing that seemed different was his clothes and the spiked collar around his neck.
He moved closer, almost all the way up to the glass. He saw that Trevor, the freak that he was, was wearing black lipstick and eyeliner. Did Steve have that on too? He also noticed that Trevor had piercings in his ears, nose, and eyebrow. Steve hesitantly reached up and touched his eyebrow, feeling the piercing that was there. "This is fucked up," he said, watching Trevor mouth the words back at him. He noticed that Trevor's hair was formed into spikes, and fearing that his own hair was the same, he reached up and touched his head, feeling the hardened and spiky hair that was there. "This is really fucked up."
"Athena, why did you run away like that? Are you okay?" Trevor asked.
"Get away from me," snapped the girl who he thought was Athena DeVries, then she turned and walked away.
Trevor, not understanding why Athena was acting so weird, walked after her. "Athena, it's me. Trevor. Your friend. Tell me what's ..." he said, grabbing for her arm. Athena slapped his hand away and suddenly everything around him was filled with a bright white light.
And the next thing he knew, he was in bed kissing a girl who was naked, except for a skimpy bra and panties. As he broke the kiss, he recognized the girl. It was Tiffany Sanders, from his high school. She was a cheerleader, one of the "popular" girls, which Trevor despised. All of his friends hated the popular crowd. They were all so full of shit. He'd rather be friends with someone who wasn't just a clone of everyone else.
A moment after he broke the kiss, Tiffany's smile turned to horror and shock. "What the hell, man?!" she yelled. She looked down at her body and became even more shocked. "What the hell am I wearing?" She sat up and got off the bed.
"Huh?" Trevor asked. He already didn't know how he got there (or even where there was), and now this Tiffany girl was acting all freaked out about something he apparently did, but he couldn't remember what.
"You sick little pervert," she spit at him, then she tore off her bra and ran out the door.
Time seemed to slow down, as he watched Tiffany's large breasts get freed from their entrapment and then bounce as she ran out the door. It was a wonder to see. Sure, he still hated her guts, but he was still a guy that liked girls, especially naked ones.
He shook his head, getting back to his problem. How did he get there? One moment he was talking to Athena, and then the next, he was here in this bedroom ... without much of his clothes, it seemed.
He swung out of the bed and that's when he noticed the mirror across from him. Instead of himself, he saw that jerk Steve Farber, a bully that liked to pick on him and his friends. In the mirror, Steve was sitting on the bed, just like Trevor was. In fact, he was wearing the same clothes as him, which was just a pair of briefs.
Trevor stood up from the bed and watched as Steve did the same. It didn't take long for him to realize (as crazy as it sounded) that he was Steve. Or at least he looked like Steve ... to everyone else. Athena had told him something about this. It was called a glamour. That's definitely what was happening here, because when he looked down at himself, he saw his normally pale and skinny body. But in the mirror, Steve's body was just as muscular and tanned as it usually was.
Suddenly, he saw this as an opportunity and not as a problem. It, of course, sickened him that he was trapped inside one of the people that he hated the most, someone from the popular crowd, someone who constantly went out of their way to bully him and his friends, but he had the opportunity to use this situation to his advantage. He could make Steve look so bad that his life and his image would be ruined. No one would ever suspect him of being anyone else but Steve Farber.
Unfortunately, unknown to Trevor, there were so many other swaps happening around town that maybe people wouldn't be quite as duped as they would have been earlier that morning. But, on the other hand, only a small portion of the town had been affected by the phenomenon so far. There were definitely still people around who had no clue of what was happening.
Steve leaned in and kissed Tiffany, plunging his tongue deep in her mouth, and running his hands all over her body. She was so glad that she skipped cheerleading practice that morning. Spending the day at Steve's house was much more ... pleasurable.
As the kiss was coming to an end, Tiffany opened her eyes, expecting to see Steve. But instead, she saw a large burly man with a beard, holding a mug of beer in his hand.
She looked around and realized that she was no longer in Steve's bed. In fact, she wasn't even in his bedroom. She appeared to be in a bar. In her hand was a half-full mug of beer.
"Mike? You okay?" a man asked. Tiffany looked past the bearded man and saw two guys sitting at the bar just beyond him. They too were holding beers. The guy furthest away was the one that had talked.
Tiffany looked down at herself and saw that she wasn't in her underwear anymore, which was kind of a blessing. Sure, she was kind of a slut, but she usually chose who she wanted to sleep with, not the other way around. And the last thing she wanted to do was give these three middle-aged guys a peep show. But what she was wearing confused her. She was wearing a gray men's T-shirt (which must have been a small, since it fit her pretty well), a pair of dirty dusty men's jeans (which also seemed to fit her pretty well), and a pair of brown work boots. What the hell was happening? Why was she dressed like this?
The bearded man reached over and put his hand on Tiffany's slender shoulder. "Mike, what's going on? Are you ..." Suddenly, the man stopped and looked dazed, dropping his hand away.
"Ricky?" one of the other two guys said.
The bearded man turned, but with spasmodic movements, like he had lost motor control over his limbs. "Ri ... key," he said.
The two guys jumped off their stools and backed away, frightened by what had suddenly happened to their friend. By all observations, Ricky was acting like a mentally challenged person.
Suddenly, the volume on the bar's TV was turned up and everyone turned to look (all except for Ricky). On the screen was a woman reporter. She was standing near the police station of Tiffany's home town.
"... said before, this is an emergency situation. All across this town, people are switching bodies with each other. At this time, we are all clueless as to why or how this is happening, but that doesn't negate the fact that ..." Suddenly, the woman's eyes glazed over and then she blinked. "Where's my mommy?" she said, sounding like a young girl.
"Oh my god! Is that gonna happen to us too?!" a woman in the bar screamed.
Then suddenly everyone made a bee line for the door, including the bartender, leaving Tiffany alone with the now mentally handicapped Ricky.
Ricky grabbed Mike's shoulder. "Mike, what's going on? Are you ..." Suddenly, a bright white light filled the room. And then next thing he knew, he was no longer in the bar.
"What happened?" he asked out loud.
A woman who was sitting nearby suddenly stood up with a look of shock on her face. But it was a shock of joy. "Timmy!" she yelled, her eyes tearing up with happiness. "You're talking so ... so ..." She ran out the room. "I have to tell everyone. It's like a miracle!"
Ricky looked down and saw that he was in a wheelchair. What the hell was he doing in a wheelchair?
He stood up and looked around the room. It looked like a daycare center, or something.
He heard footsteps of people running and saw the woman standing in the doorway, accompanied by at least three others.
She took one look at him standing in the middle of the room, and then she fainted.
