Gladys Brewer stared at her reflection in the mirror. The girl she saw was incredibly sexy ... and thin. Gladys herself weighed nearly two hundred and twenty-five pounds, so to see herself as someone who was around half her weight was stunning.
She thought back over what had happened. She was at home, watching the news. Her mom and dad were out of town that week, which was probably a blessing for them, but not for Gladys. She had been keeping up with the news updates of the body swapping phenomenon, when suddenly what happened to people around town happened to her.
The entire room lit up with a bright white light, causing her to close her eyes. And when she opened them, she saw that she was somewhere else. Somewhere nearby, she could hear thumping music and people yelling.
She looked around at this new place and spotted two barely-dressed women standing not too far from her. "Where am I?" she asked them. Then she looked down at herself and was shocked to see herself wearing a silver bra. She could feel the panties and the shoes, but her gut was so large that she couldn't see them, so she didn't know what color they were. But she guessed that they were silver as well.
Gladys had never worn anything like this. She wasn't really into sexy attire, obviously, given her weight. So, it was a bit too much for her to handle.
"I know this is strange," the woman wearing blue said. "But you've just swapped bodies with ..."
"I know about the swapped bodies thing. I saw it on the news," Gladys said.
The woman wearing red looked surprised. "It's on the news?"
"Yeah." She looked down at herself again, then turned around, looking for a mirror. She wanted to see what she looked like to everyone else. And when she finally saw, she just stopped and stared. She had long blond hair, perfect tanned skin, and a killer figure. She had often dreamed of being like this. But obesity ran in her family, so she had no chance. And even if she did manage to somehow lose weight, the popular girls like Sarah McMillan would never allow her into their fold. Years of people calling her "pig face" and other such names had destroyed any chance of that. But now, things were different. No one knew that she was Gladys. She could be beautiful and would be accepted.
"Who are you?" the one in blue asked.
"My name is Gladys. Gladys Brewer. But I'm sure you don't know ..."
"You mean pig face Gladys?" she asked.
Gladys felt ill. How did this woman know her?
"It's me. Tim Brant."
"Tim Brant? From school?" Gladys asked.
"Yeah. I swapped with this stripper earlier."
Gladys turned back towards the mirror and stared at her reflection. "We're strippers?"
"Yeah. And that crowd is getting restless out there. If one of us doesn't go out there soon and do something, we may have a riot on our hands."
Gladys turned towards the woman who was really Tim. "I'll do it," she said, with a grin.
"Really?" Tim asked, raising an eyebrow.
"To have people actually like me? How could I pass this up?"
"But they'll be liking the woman you look like, not you."
"That doesn't matter," she said, then turned around and walked to the doorway. She pulled back the curtain and walked out onto the stage. She had no idea how to be a stripper, but she got the feeling that she was about to learn.
If the crowd had seen Gladys how she really was, they'd probably lose their lunch, but as it was, they were immensely turned on by her. And that pleased Gladys greatly.
