Chapter 1: A Visit from Another Reality

Chapter 2: Random Strangers
Roy glanced out his apartment window again and saw several people milling about, going to and from their cars in the early morning hours. Some of them were familiar figures he saw each day, but none were people he'd ever been introduced to. He didn't know any of their names.

Who does he select as his target?

Chapter 3: Someone Else
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Who else is out in the parking lot?

Chapter 4: Someone Else?
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Who else is walking around?

Chapter 5: A rich looking woman walking her pet Poodle
Who does Roy mess with?

Chapter 6: The woman
Who does Roy switch the Woman with?

Chapter 7: Roy is Charlotte Walton
Roy looked out his second-story apartment window, down into the parking lot below and scanned the crowd for a suitable test subject to experiment on. He quickly zeroed in on a wealthy-looking woman out walking a small, white poodle. The woman didn't look familiar to Roy. He surmised she was perhaps out “slumming,” visiting some poorer neighborhoods to show off her own good fortune.

Roy guessed the woman was in her early forties. She wore an expensive-looking pink suit – a bright, pink jacket with a white blouse beneath, paired with a matching, short pink skirt. Her legs were sheathed in unblemished, pure white tights. She clicked smartly along the pavement on a pair of bright pink, stiletto heels. In one hand, she carried a bright pink handbag... in the other, she held the leash attached to the dog. Roy could see an elegant string of pearls around the woman's neck. She was wearing what looked to be gold bracelets and sparkling, diamond earrings.

Smiling mischievously, Roy pointed the device out the window and aimed it directly at the woman. After pushing the button, he pointed the gizmo back at himself and pushed the other button.

Instantly, he found himself outside holding the lady's purse in one hand and the dog leash in the other.

“It... it really worked!” said Roy.

He looked down at himself: he was physically male but now completely dressed in the rich woman's clothes. Somehow, they had all magically been adjusted in size to perfectly fit his body.

The poodle looked up at Roy and barked, eager to continue their walk. Apparently the dog was utterly unaware that Roy was not its original original.

“In a minute, in a minute!” Roy impatiently told the animal.

Still restraining the dog with one hand, Roy dug around best he could in the strange woman's purse. His hands were still large, masculine and a bit hairy – but his nails had grown out and were lacquered with a thick, glossy coat of burgundy nail polish. He also wore a series of expensive looking gold and silver rings, encrusted with various small diamonds, emeralds, and rubies. A particularly large, expensive looking woman's wedding ring was now wrapped around one finger.

After a big of digging through the woman's purse, Roy managed to find a makeup case with a mirror. Holding up the mirror to his face, he examined himself. He was still obviously Roy, but his ears were now pierced and he was definitely wearing expensive looking diamond jewelry. He also wore a thick coating of bright pink lipstick, sparkling gray eyeshadow, and heavy, black mascara. He cheeks seemed to be painted with a combination of foundation makeup and blush, evidently in an effort to hide the middle-aged woman's early wrinkles. Roy's hair had now grown out considerably and hung just above his shoulders. It was carefully styled like a rich, 40-something woman's hair would be. He touched it and found it was coated with a hard, crunchy layer of hairspray to hold everything perfectly in place.

All in all, Roy found his reflection resembled that of an older sister or aunt – obviously related to Roy, but with all the hair and makeup done, he actually looked mostly feminine now. His stocking-clad legs had been shaved smooth too, he noticed. Other than his flat chest, broad-shouldered build, and large, masculine hands, there were no obvious signs he wasn't actually a rich, middle-aged woman now.

Roy could feel he was still physically male where it counted. But he also felt the strange, silky, smooth presence of this strange woman's panties rubbing against his body.

“I wonder who exactly I am,” he muttered aloud.

The poodle barked impatiently.

Roy continued to dig through the purse until he finally came up with a driver's license. With some surprise, he recognized the photo in the license was now the face he'd just seen in the mirror. Apparently reality had been altered so everyone believed Roy's body now matched up with this strange, rich lady's life.

“My name is... Charlotte Veronica Walton,” said Roy.

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Chapter 8: Roy discovers the device somehow migrated into ...
Thankfully as Roy continued to rummage through his newly acquired purse he found the device. Thank goodness Roy thought. I would not want to be without this. Roy then continued to click down the sidewalk. Unknown to him he was swaying his hips in a very exaggerated manner. He even had his hand held in a limp wrist position.

He was on his way to Starbucks to meet lynda. Wait how did I know that Roy thought. Oh well I better keep my appointment. " let's go beauty." Roy said a little too girly like.

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Roy continued sauntering down the street, a decidedly feminine swagger present in his gait. His bright, pink stiletto heels clicking smartly on the pavement.

Before long, Roy arrived at his destination – a trendy, outdoors coffee shop. Part of him wondered how it was he knew this is where Charlotte was going? But a bigger part of Roy was just eager to enjoy a cappuccino and trade some gossip with Lynda.

Roy glanced around the al fresco café and quickly spotted Lynda. Again, part of Roy wondered how it was he could recognize this strange woman. But once again, a larger part of Roy simply waved a greeting and shouted hello.

“Lynda, darling!” Roy said. “You look just wonderful. How was the riviera?”

Lynda, much like the person Roy was now supposed to be, was a wealthy woman in her mid-forties. She had blond hair and a few wrinkles and crow's feet carefully hidden beneath a mask of elegantly applied makeup. She wore a skirt suit similar to Roy's, but in pastel blues.

“Charlotte, you look divine!” said Lynda. “And the riviera was just dreadful this time around! The weather was uncooperative, the people were all so rude, and we were even mistaken for common tourists at one point.”

“Oh, darling I know!” Roy said. “Life can just be so trying, can't it?”

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Chapter 10: While Lynda talks, Roy starts surreptitiously p...
Roy was sipping his pleasantly tasting Cappuccino while playing with the device in his hand. He could not entirely leave the thought how fascinating it was that he was now considered to be a rich middle aged women. He absently listening to his, or rather his character Charlottes, friend Lynda gossiping about her trip to the Riviera with her husband and her daughters family, while he smoothed the rim of his expensive pink skirt of and wiggled his similarly colored heel resting on his crossed over leg. He took a not that it still felt quite warm even though it was a bit windy here outside at the Cafe. He still couldn't really get to terms that he was actually wearing this stylish and expensive pink skirt suit that literally screamed femininity. He laughed silently in his mind, and to the whole situation and even just the thought of meeting up with Charlottes +45 friend who did not suspect anything.

Lynda continued gossiping and was now enthusiastically talking about her daughters new husband had become an associate for the law firm her husband was running. Roy scouted the terrain of potential victims around the Café while he played with the device. There was a construction site across the road with muscular construction site workers dressed in purposeful and somewhat dirty clothing, a group of scrawny student’s mostly male ones but one or two girls sat at a larger table at the other end of the Café, stressed, but not the least well dressed business people hurried passed them on the pavement. He considered for a moment swapping the roles of a well dressed business man in a suit passing by and one of a bearded and sad looking construction worker giving them both an entirely new perspective of life, and perhaps how they cast their votes. Roy smiled for himself.

He turned back his attention to Lynda who was rummaging around in her blue purse. She was quite a good looking woman too, for her age will say. Similarly to Roy, she had a stylish voluminous hairstyle, although a natural blond, as one can expect to find on a rich womans head if dressed in the attire she was wearing. Roy had almost decided now after some more thinking. He wanted to play with two of the students. He had picked out one of the scrawny students, a blond boy dressed in white dirty sneakers, jeans with holes on the knees, and a gray T-shirt with some college name printed in faded letters, and he had also selected one of his friends, a somewhat pretty girl with a dark hair, pony tail, no make up, and dressed in a plain blouse and jeans.

Lynda had searched her purse and by now she had fished up a stylish black leather cigarette case and a black golden lighter, and Roy somehow remembered that Lynda was a smoker. Roy refocused again on the boy and girl students pointed the devices to the boy and pressed. Unknowingly, Roy had, while playing with the device shoot somewhere already once a minute ago, and know when he pressed the button on the device, the boy did not remain the same as he expected until he was going to press the second time aiming at the girl. Instead, the boy was now looking a bit rounder and had a more female but familiar looking face but of course with the same hairstyle. Roy turned back to Lynda, while contemplating what just happened.

He was shocked to see the boy he just zapped sitting across him in Lynda’s deep blue expensive skirtsuit and, he had Lynda's long cigarette dangling right between his thickly coated red lips which he was now lightening while his cheeks billowed deeply inwards. Sh..t, thought Roy. This was unexpected. The boy let his hand with his manicured nails crowning his fingers move the cigarette to the side of his shoulder while he blow out a long billow of smoke up to the side. He immediately continued to talk about his 5 year old granddaughter and how good stay-at-home-mum his daughter was, exactly like she had been herself 25 years ago.

Roy was dumbfounded, and laughed like crazy inside. He watched the scrawny and completely unaware boy in his big blond female hairstyle, his face plastered with make up, dressed in the tailor fitted blue skirt suit and a white silky blouse complemented with all the expensive jewelry like the pearl necklace he had on, and at the same time the boy was smoking Lynda’s long cigarette like it was the most natural thing to do. Roy was very proud, and happy for the slight hiccup. He doubted that the boy even smoked, or perhaps even considered doing it, before.

He watched over towards the students as they took off. The old Lynda brought up a skateboard from underneath the coffee table and as soon as she got out on the pavement she speedily kicked away and waved back to her friends screaming something about the movie tonight. The last Roy saw from her was when she did a skillful trick on the skateboard, jumping from the pavement to the street while twisting the board a full turn around its axis as she then headed around the corner out of view.

Looking back at the boy in his new life as Lynda and covered in a cloud of cigarette smoke, Roy asked the new improved Lynda if
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Chapter 11: he could have
he could have a cigarette.Roy realized Charlotte didn't smoke.He zapped the kid in drag sitting across from him with the device.They switched places!Now Roy was in blue and enjoying a cigarette.He decided he would try this life for awhile.He wouldn't have to work being married to the senior partner of a very successful law firm.He went into his Chanel purse and found a picture of his now 5 year old grandaughter and showed it to the new Charlotte."This is Emily."Roy said proudly hearing her name when he was Charlotte."She is adorable."the college boy in the 40 something woman's shoes cooed.Roy finished his cigarette,dropping it on the ground and stepping on it.He said goodbye to Charlotte telling him he would call him.Roy got in Lynda's silver mercedes parked in front.He checked his id for his address then drove to his new home a- mansion in Brentwood.He had never been in such a nice car before. Where will this story go next?

Chapter 12: Roy meets his Harold
As Roy, dressed in Lynda Johnston’s blue skirt suit and white v-neck silk blouse, was driving his new BMW he thought back to how well Charlotte had managed on the skateboard, and the boy who was now the proud owner of Charlotte's pink skirt suit. Charlotte, as a 43 year old woman, was not fat, but her buttock and thighs were definitely a size larger and heavier than the teenage boy’s was, and still Roy had seen her mastering advanced skateboard tricks, almost like defying the gravity. The thin teenage boy had fortunately not noted the swap this time either as he become Charlotte Walton. As they had said goodbye, the boy clearly thought about him as Charlotte Walton. He had called for his poodle dog “Come on now beauty, time to go home”, and he had happily walked away in his little pink skirt suit to his new home, marriage and life.

Roy somehow knew that he, as Lynda Johnston, had some errands to do, and stopped at the new outdoor shopping center. Roy steps out, lock the car, and put down his keys in his blue leather purse. Roy looks down at his feet where he finds Lynda’s classy blue heels and his legged wrapped in natural toned sheer hose. “What”, Roy exclaim as he discover that his own right hand is clasping Lynda’s cigarette case which he unconsciously must have brought up from his purse when put his car key in it. Damn, this smoking thing is automatic, he reflects. “I can equally well follow it through” Ray thinks, as he takes out one of Lynda’s long cigarettes that he know is marketed for women only and he put it between his pink painted lips. Roy was unaware that he behaved exactly as Lynda, and let Lynda’s cigarette dangle between his lips for quite a while as he rummaged through Lynda’s, no his, purse to locate the lighter. Roy was standing outside an outdoor café all the time, and got a bit irritated before he finally found his black golden lighter and could lit his cigarette. As Roy filed his lungs with the tobacco smoke for the second time of his life, he accidentally overheard some boys at the café in their late 20’s. “Wow that is a smoking hot milf” one said, “I would definitely do her” another said. Slightly disturbed at the comments, but nevertheless a bit proud as he realized that they meant him, Roy blew out a billow of smoke. “Yep, I’m a smoking hot milf”, Roy confessed for himself proudly, “still got it, despite the age”, mixing his own age with Lynda’s. Suddenly realized the double meaning of the “smoking” thing of the expression and laughed silently inside himself. Roy did not realize it but reflexively he did not just smoke exactly as Lynda, but also walked and moved exactly like her. As he tiptoed down the alley, to the shops he targeted for his errands, he heard some whistles after him.

As he got to a nail salon, he threw the cigarette on the ground and stepped onto it with his blue heel. Roy was greeted by an Asian woman who asked him “Do nice nails?”. “Ehh yes” Roy responded. “Same as usual”, he said as he thought Lynda went here often. “Same, same, lah” the Asian woman returned and got to work. In the end, Roy's nails was in better shape than ever, but still had the same pink nail color as before. Roy went automatically to the adjacent hairdresser store, and set up a time for his hair the day after.

The trip to his new home Brentwood was uneventful, although it required a bit of navigating. The gates opened automatically and he followed the driveway with a row of cedar trees along its sides. As he reached the mansion he thought it almost resembled a small palace. “Wow, this lady and her husband are loaded” he exclaimed, realizing that his days working days were over. Roy parked just below the stairs of the huge mansion, and a well dressed middle aged man came down and greeted Roy with “How was your day madam?” in a polite British accent. This is too good to be true, I even have servants. You remember vaguely that this is Stanley. You take out some shopping bags from the boot, and Stanley drives away and parks your car. Roy walks up the stairs to the building, and as he enter the large hallway, a younger black haired beauty welcome you home too, in a bit of a Spanish sounding accent. This is Maria, our maid you vaguely remember, and Roy find him requesting “Maria, Would you be so kind to bring up those shopping bags in my room, and serve me some coffee at the terrace”. You are flabbergasted at the ordering her around. “That just came out by itself”, Roy tells himself silently. Still, a coffee at the terrace sounded great in Roy’s mind. Maria takes your bags, and walks up the large curved stone stair. “And a small cake also”, Roy routinely shouts after her.

Roy stops in the hallway and watches himself in a giant mirror giving him a perfect full view of himself. Roy take in every detail, from his feet in the blue heels, his legs in the sheer hose, the blue perfectly hanging skirt stopping just below his knees, his flawlessly fitting skirt suit jacket, and his blue leather purse with the strap over his right shoulder. For the first time, he sees his upper part of the body too. Underneath his jacket is a white blouse in some soft silky material, his hair has the same size and volume Roy saw on Lynda and then the skateboarder boy. Roy’s lips wear a light pink color in exactly the same shade as his nails. Naturally, the rest of the face also wears Lynda’s makeup, well his makeup, thinks Roy. He finally realizes that he got Lynda’s pearl necklace and earrings too. That means that my ears are…

“Coffee is ready”, Roy is brought back to reality from his dreamy state, as Maria calls out again “Your coffee madam, on the terrace!” Roy goes through the hallway, passing a small library, and then passes a spacious classical furnished living room with large windows towards the terrace. At the large terrace Roy is welcomed by a splendid view over his green garden and property sloping down to a stream in the distance. As he sit down at the table with a coffee (and the small cake), he again find that he is already holding his the cigarette case in his hand again. Damn, “this shit is really automatic” Roy utter, as he succumb for a cigarette. Though there is some soothing feel to it, he had to admit, and in his mind he has a vague idea that he took up smoking some 20 years ago at college. Of course this was utter nonsense, he knew, as it was only a few hours ago he tried smoking for the first time in his life.

As he drinks his coffee and finishes his cigarette, Stanley comes out and reviews the arrangement for the evening in an orderly manner. “What arrangement”, Roy thinks first. “So, your daughter with family comes in an hour, and Harold will be back just barely before they arrive”, Stanley tells you. “Ahh, yes Harold, my husband”, Roy remember Lynda mentioning, and Stanley look at you strangely. As Stanley recaps the last details, Maria comes out and cleans the table.

Roy then thought about a program he saw on TV the other week, about gender equality. This is a too good opportunity to missed, Roy thinks. Suddenly stands Maria at Stanley’s place, in a shorter butler like hairstyle wearing Stanley’s clothes and speaks with his posh British accent. Stanley on the other hand, is now with his longer black colored hair cleaning the last things from the table but dressed in Maria's working clothes with her, but no his, low heeled black pumps, a long black skirt, a white apron in its front, and a white half transparent cotton blouse. Roy can even make out details of Maria’s white lace bra that Stanley is now wearing underneath his blouse. “So that is all madam” says Maria, to get an affirmation from Roy that everything is in order. Roy nod, and in the meantime Stanley head out in the kitchen with his tray carrying away the plates, cup and things from the coffee Roy just had.

Roy realizes that he is in a bit of hurry now, and head upstairs. Finding the bedroom was easy, and he now realizes that Harold and Lynda, well that now meant himself, did not share bedroom which Roy was quite happy for. “It is getting better and better” he mumbles for himself. He finds the bags Maria carried up on his bed, and Roy explores the room. “I must check out wardrobe” Roy says loudly to himself, and he opens the door to the walk in closet and look around. “Hmmm, I’m definitely a skirt suit lady” Roy state as a fact and smiles after seeing and counting to not less than 17 different skirt suits in all different kind of colors and materials. “Perhaps it is just natural” Roy muster, “Lynda’s husband is in the law business, and with his own successful law firm, it is probably a lot of representation dinners and other occasions. Roy sees some other stuff too, but leaves it for the time being. Roy takes a shower, and protects his ladies hairstyle from being wet with a large shower cap. Getting dressed presents no problem apart from which skirt suit to use. Roy ends up in a white silky camisole, and a vintage style sage green skirt suit in wool, and select accessories and shoes to go along with it. He watches himself amazed in the full body bedroom mirror as he put on the pearl earrings and necklace he used earlier today. He even put on the lacy white underwear he found in his shopping bags. Roy checks his slim ladies gold watch. “Gosh, the guests are coming any minute” Roy says stressed and rushes down.

Roy sees Harold, Lynda’s former, but now his, 50+ year old husband out on the terrace. He is handsomely dressed in dark dress trousers, a dark brown tweed jacket, white shirt, and a classical patterned tie with some hints of brown details in it. Somehow, Roy remembers a long and happy life with him. Stanley in his new role as a young Latino chick doing his duties as a maid at a rich couple lays his last hand in the decoration and preparation of the table for the family dinner. Roy now decides to
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Maria comes out on the terrace and announces in her newly gained posh accent that “The guests have arrived”. Walking out to the hallway, “Grandma, grandma” screams a little girl, dressed in a red-white polka spotted dress and her blond hair is arranged with long blond braided pigtails tied with red ribbons. Roy recognizes her from the photo as Emily, Lynda’s granddaughter. The little girl jumps up and hugs Roy as hard as she can and Roy hugs back to stay in character, but also as he likes the attention. Emily’s parents, Victoria and Michael, greet them too with big smiles.

So good to see you, Victoria tells Roy thinking that he is her mum. “What do you think?”, “Do you remember this? I bought it at the Riviera last year.” Victoria shows her attire and spins around. She is hot, thinks Roy, and so like her mum in style. Just like her mum, also dressed in a skirt suit, although a more modern one with a bit of sex appeal to it. Victoria spins around again in here shiny black leather heels, black sheer hose, and her tailor made burgundy red colored skirt suit, a lacy black camisole with some shine to it underneath her jacket, and her hands clasping around a tiny shiny elongated black leather clutch purse. All jewelry, from rings up to the earrings goes in gold. One things differ though, thinks Roy, while Lynda is blond, and Roy had his hair in this voluminous hairstyle, Victoria had her dark brown long hair set up in a bun to show off her delicate neck. “You are beautiful” says Roy, who really mean it, and Victoria hug him and utter “Thanks mum! You look great too!”.

Roy greets Michael too. “How are you mum” says Michael with a big selling grin on his lips. Roy utters a hesitant but nice “Welcome. Good to see you again”, as he study Michael that is a bit of a well trained stud. Damn, what am I thinking, Roy stops himself, refocuses and note that Michael wears a nice casual suit with a dark gray jacket and lighter gray trousers. The black shoes and white shirt present no surprises, Roy thinks, but note that Michael's tie goes in an identical burgundy red and match his wife’s clothing perfectly. Roy has a vague memory that Lynda thinks that Michael has a bit of a macho man style to his personality, and Roy can only concur.

They head out to the patio. “You Michael sits here beside me, Victoria you sits there right across you Michael, and Lynda you sit here so I can see you beautiful face”. Harold directs the family while pointing with his whole hand. “And for you my friend” he bends down and says to Emily, “you sit at the table end with mum and dad”.

They eat a great dinner and small talk about everything and nothing. Stanley tiptoeing around in Maria's heels and her clothing, together with the orderly Maria as Stanley, have done an excellent job cooking and serving them thinks Roy. As Stanley now swish swashing around in his black hugging skirt and semitransparent blouse to serve them some desert and coffee, Victoria start rummaging around in her minute clutch purse and pick up a exclusive pack of cigarette of exactly the same brand Roy, as Lynda, is smoking. Damn, does she not have any fantasy or will of her own?, thinks Roy, and is again utterly shocked that he has unbeknownst to himself picked up his own black leather cigarette case again. When did I ever do that, Roy wonders? I’m getting a bit tired of all that smoking all the time, Roy formulate in his mind.

Time for some changes Roy decides, picking up the role swap remote from his purse under the table. First he swaps himself with his husband Harold. Then he swaps his daughter Victoria with her husband Michael, but immediately finds it a bit plain, and subsequently swaps Michael to Lynda’s life, and Harold to Victoria’s life, both ending up with the hairstyles of their new characters. Roy watches in complete and utter unbelief how the new ladies put their cigarettes between their lips, the macho Michael right in the center of his glossy pink lips, and the older Harold likewise between his now burgundy red colored lips. Even to the extent of dangling their cigarettes, Harold in his wife’s daughter’s body imitates her mother Lynda, Roy observes and laughs like insane inside. The two new ladies continue to talk to each other while their dangling cigarettes move synchronized with their lip movements. Roy makes out, from the mumbling only adept smokers normally can comprehend, that they talk about some new exclusive clothing store at the outdoor shopping center. The two men light their first long woman cigarettes in life and let the cigarette smoke fill their lungs for the first time. Macho Michael pouting with his lips as he blows out a billow of smoke to up to the side, and Roy overhear Michael saying as Michael places his cigarette beside his shoulder in a ladylike manner, “You know Victoria, I really want to buy that new pink skirt suit I saw the other day. My old one is a few sizes too small. Would you be interest of my old one, the size is right for you”, Harold inhabiting Victoria’s life and clothing forms a big red smile on his lips and is delighted at the offer from and accepts eagerly with “Oohhh mum, I really love too. Thanks”, and Harold hugs Michael with affection.

“We are some lucky guy’s” says Victoria, as she taps Roy’s arm with her elbow. Roy sees her leaning back comfortably and self-confidently in the chair as she fishes up two metal cased cigars from the inner pocket her gray suit jacket. “Want one?”, she offers Roy in Harold’s body. “Uhhm no, I’m fine” Roy respond, not wanting to smoke any more. “Sir”, says Maria in Stanley’s accent and clothing who suddenly has appeared beside him without a sound. “Some scotch for the gentlemen”, “Uhmm thanks” Roy responds and hands a glass to Victoria. “And your pipe as you requested sir”, Maria continue. You wanted to say “Ehhhh”, but instead you hear yourself stating “splendid!”, and you hesitantly against your will take your pipe to avoid causing any suspicion.

Roy is now really feed up with this idea of smoking and points the role swapping device and shoots. Roy now finds himself at the table end dressed in a polka dotted dress and Mary-Janes of size 9 with some matching white socks. Roy sees that his fingernails bear some remains from some worn pink color he remember painting and kindergarten and he has a plastic bracelet around his wrist. Most curiously, the role swapping device has turned into a toy like remote control in bright red, blue and yellow plastic. “aj hjope it worjks” Roy tells himself. He notes that he can’t really formulate the word he wants, as he involuntarily also fiddles with his braided pig tails to make him think better.

“What dear?”, responds a little girl’s voice with an adult flavor to it? Roy looks up and sees Emily dressed in Harold’s re-sized clothes, the dark brown tweed jacket and black trousers, and you see her with the straight wooden pipe sticking out from the side of her mouth. She looks at you, with a smile and then focuses to light the pipe which she sucks on and as an adept pipe smoker blows out a cloud of smoke. Damn, that look weird you think, and are struck by a bit of bad conscious for the last swap. “You see”, Emily says to everyone, who then pay full attention to her despite her tiny stature, “to overcome the economic downturn, we need a strong leader, tax cuts and a restrictive spending of government finances” she formulates herself seriously as she gesticulates with the pipe and forming some wrinkles on her forehead in concentration. Roy watch with amazement how the discussion, well more of a one sided argument perhaps, unfold and Victoria in the role of Michael agrees with occasional nods with his, she think, father in law. The new ladies, Harold in sexy statement oriented burgundy red and Michael in mature milf sage green shades, listen intently to the serious talk while occasionally reaching to the table and tapping off the cigarette ash in the crystal glass ash tray. In the end, the ladies revert back to talk about the planned shopping excursion for clothing, whereas the new Harold tells the new Michael more about the political situation and what should be done. “Woaah”, I’m really tired, Roy thinks and finds himself lying down on an outdoor sofa and sticks his polka spotted dress wearing body under a warm quilt.

“What”, says Roy tiredly, as he hears “Time to go sweat heart” and Victoria, as the man of the young family, tries to lift him. “Damn, you have got heavier” she says, “Shhhh, no swearing dear” says Harold standing beside her in his red skirt suit holding his black leather clutch purse straight down with his two hands in front of him. Roy walks to the car half asleep, just to be buckled up in the backseat by Victoria. From the stairs, grandma in sage green colors have lit a new cigarette that he holds at his right shoulder while waving goodbye to us with his left hand, and grandpa in brown waves too.

Roy's car ride home suddenly starts, with Ray in the backseat. Victoria is driving and Harold in his red skirt suit can not let his blacker leather clutch go and it rests in his lap. He inspects himself in the passenger seat mirror and skillfully touches up his deep red lipstick. Fortunately, Roy sees that he has the toy like role swapping remote with him, and he then glances into the big plastic bag at his side and sees some garment with a pinkish color to it. As Roy looks back through the back window, he watches the new rich grandparents turn around and walk into the mansion. Roy having a bit of a bad conscious for some of the swaps, “Damn if I had not fallen asleep, I should have corrected it”. “Hmm, next time…”, he promise himself in the backseat, before falling asleep again dreaming sweat dreams.

In the morning, Roy decides to
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Knock, knock. ZZZZzzz. Knock, knock, knock. Zzzzz….

”Madam. The guests!”, “Rápidamente!”, Roy sleepily hears Stanley’s voice with a Latin accent to it, and Roy turns around and opens his eyes and sees Stanley standing there in the door opening dressed as the maid he now is. Roy realizes that he must have dozed off on the bed just after the shower.

“Gosh, I must hurry now!” Roy exclaims, and immediately starts planning what to wear. “I will be right down there”, Roy clarifies, as he with not a little bit of fascination looks how totally unconcerned Stanley is that he is now wearing Maria’s semi-transparent white blouse and her lace bra. A fact that becomes very obvious as Stanley turns around on his heels and walks away.

As Roy heads to the stairs, Roy thinks that "this is a little bit like a bad soap opera where the last episodes did not happen due to a dream", and Roy cannot keep himself from laughter. As Roy comes down the stairs,
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They had only been driving for a minute or so, and Roy decided swap around a bit again. He took his toy-like remote, looked at the colorful buttons on the remote. As he fiddled with his blond braided pig tails with a hand, he decided that the big yellow button in the center must be the one. He pointed the device at himself, pushed the button, and then pointing at Victoria who sat in the driving seat in her role of the family father Michael.

As he pressed, he suddenly found himself in the driving seat. The remote was resting in his lap. He could now commence his grand plan. Roy pretended to check his inner pocket, and then let out a surprised “Damn, I forgot my wallet at your parents place”. “Can’t you take it tomorrow” Harold said as Victoria. “No, I have my driving license, the garage card, my work ID badge”, Roy stated as he turned back. “It only takes few minutes anyway”.

Roy stopped the car at the stairs of the mansion for the second time this day. He went out and opened the backdoor and pretended to fix something at the backseat. Roy pointed the device and shoot first at the sleeping Victoria who was now dressed in the red white polka spotted dress of Emily, and then at Harold in Victoria’s red attire. Now, Victoria was back in her own body, and Harold was dressed in the polka dress which looked hilarious thought Roy.

Roy headed up the stairs and it was opened by Michael dressed in a white lacy nightgown and a silky white robe on top. “Hey Lynda”, said Roy. “I think I forgot my wallet and I also need to change a few words with Harold”. He could see Stanley doing his duties, and best of all still dressed in his white transparent blouse which revealed Maria’s lacy bra on his chest he was now a proud owner of.

“Harold dear”, shouted Michael in falsetto tones up the stairs, “It is Michael”. “Please, Lynda, how often must I tell you that you don’t need to shout”, “Despite my age, there is nothing wrong with my ears”, Emily said as she went down the stairs with her hands on her back and still dressed in her brown tweed jacket and trousers for the evening. “So what brings you here again my friend?”, asked Emily as Harold and looked Roy in his eyes. Michael in his silk garments and fluffy slippers said “goodnight everyone” and went up the stairs again to what he believed was his bedroom.

Well, I had those tickets for the game”, said Roy. “Thought that you wanted to join me? The game is in the next week”. Emily, as Harold shone up and received one of the tickets and thanked. As Emily looked at the ticked with the small letters she could not really make out the details easily with her with age affected eyesight. Roy took the opportunity, pointed the remote and shoot. “Well, sure I do”, Emily responded. “It is my favorite team”, she added. They both goodbye, Emily stands on her toes and put a friendly hand on Roy’s shoulder as thanks, and Roy heads out again.

As Roy got to the car, he again pretended to do something in the backseat, but in reality he pointed the remote at Harold in Emily’s life and shoot. “Puuh”, thought Roy. Things were more or less back in order now when he saw Emily as Emily and realized that Harold was back in his old life, although married to Michael in his role as his the milf like Lynda. "Hehehe", just the thought of it amused Roy.

One final thing, he reminded himself, as he did not know the way back he let Victoria become Michael so she could drive home.

In seconds after using the device again, he sat at the passenger seat and heard “Can you believe it, I had the wallet in my pocket all the time”, Victoria says embarrassed and continues “Fortunately I now remembered to hand over the ticket for the game the next week to Harold”. Roy now wore Victoria’s sexy red skirt suit and he had her black leather clutch purse in his lap. Out of curiosity, Roy took out the lipstick and painted his lips with the help of the mirror in front of him. “Did you not just do that?”, Victoria asks with an intonation typical of Michael. “You ladies never stop primping yourself”, she laughs out loudly, start the car and sets off home.
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Chapter 15: Get back home
We are now more or less right in the heart of downtown, thought Roy. Victoria in the role of Michael drove into a garage at the basement of high-rise condo located right at the waterfront at the harbor. The lift brought Roy and his new gained family to the top floor, and he entered the apartment after Victoria who carried a sleeping Emily. Roy was totally blown away; the apartment had almost only huge windows from the floor to the ceiling instead of regular walls. The transparent walls were facing in nearly all directions, and the view over the city and harbor was absolutely stunning. Victoria carrying Emily, said “I stay with her until she sleeps” as Victoria walked into the little girls room. A “Thanks darling” reflexively spilled over Roy’s lips without him noting it.

Roy walks into the living room and sees his own lady-in-red reflection in the glass balcony door, but he is more curious about the view, and head out. Out on the balcony, Roy senses a light breeze up his legs, and he musters that “I guess comes with the attire”. The calmness out here makes Roy’s thoughts wandering about his current state. “Hmm, in this life as Victoria, I appear to everyone as a deliciously hot woman, in her best age, and always stunningly dressed”, “Hell, I even live in a luxury condo in the best apartment”, “Could it possibly be worth it, or is it not?” Roy says rhetorical to himself without anyone listening.

He looks at his hand with the red long manicured nails on his fingers, and then moves his eyes to each ring and he stops at, what is now, his wedding ring. Roy fingers his diamond wedding ring as an ultimate test whether it is real. He even caught a glimpse of the wedding photo on the bookshelf on the way out to the balcony, where he saw himself in a large creamy white wedding gown and Victoria in a black suit. He somehow even remembers a fantastic wedding trip to the west-indies where they sailed, swam and had a great time. One memory that flashes by is when he and Victoria is on the beach, where he is dressed in a black bikini and Victoria in Michael’s resized swimming trunks, but top-less. “Hahaha”, that is a sight, Roy thinks.

Roy, who was leaning his arms to the metal-glass frame encircling the balcony yard up here on the 40th floor, stood up straight and checked out again the way he was dressed. The overall impression was dominated by the elegant red skirt suit he was wearing, which with all his clothes had been automatically resized to fit his body perfectly. And to contrast this, Roy again noted that he was now a proud owner of the black shiny camisole underneath the burgundy red jacket, some black shiny leather pumps, and not to forget the black little clutch purse that he held in one of his hands. Even though it was not visible, he felt a slightly restrictive black lace bra on his chest which he thought was funny as he had no breasts. Fortunately, it was heavily padded to give him some womanly shapes which Roy nevertheless thought was appropriate and necessary for the way he was now dressed and considering the life as Victoria he now inhabited. Roy had got a slight glimpse of his bra before as he leaned forward, so he knew it was a lacy black one. Roy speculates if it could be a Victoria’s secret bra. Roy shines up as he realizes that as he is now Victoria, this is no more a secret. He laughed at his own joke, about the double meaning of the brand and his new female name. In a way I’m my own Victoria’s secret now, as I’m really Roy, but no one knows.

Roy told himself that “if I got a lacy black Victoria secrets bra, I probably have a matching pair of panties”. Roy felt tingly warm inside, and could feel the blood rushing to his chicks a as he imagined this in his mind. He discretely put his hand just inside the lining of his red skirt to peek and he saw that he did not only have one piece of black clothing down there, but two. “Hell, it is a black silky underskirt”. “I am wearing a silky black underskirt”, he says with amazement in his voice. “That explains the frictionless feeling when I was walking”, Roy ponders. Roy of course already knows that he wore sheer black hose, and it was evident that his legs were well shaved, a fact that he had already noted for the rest of his body too.

Roy brings up a mirror from his purse to inspect what he cannot see directly with his own eyes. This was perhaps the more dramatic changes Roy thought, as he saw watched with amazement how his own hair was now brown and neatly set up in a thick bun back on his head. He really had a modern woman’s hairstyle which looked everything as it was supposed to. I must be coloring my hair to get it in this brown shade, exactly the one Victoria had, and Roy musters. And it is long too, he adds to his thoughts. His new hairstyle exposed not just his neck, but also his golden earrings attached to his earlobes. Roy moved the mirror slightly and inspects his face and sees exactly what he expects, that he wears Victoria’s perfect and tasteful makeup. Roy moves his mouth and sees his lips painted in burgundy red lipstick moving. They even look a bit bigger now when painted, Roy thinks as he put down the mirror in his clutch purse.

Roy summarizes for himself, “I’m definitely seen as a hottie”, “I’m sure I have a great wardrobe”, I have rich parents“, “I live a life in one of the best apartments I ever seen”, “hmmm…” said Roy. As Roy make the ultimate decision that he think he can live as Victoria, he decide to take in and accept everything that goes with it, good and bad, and with that he unconsciously open up his clutch purse and takes out his black leather cigarette case. Holding the small purse and the leather case with one hand, while with the other one Roy then expertly opens the leather case. As the filter end of Victoria’s, which in this new reality is his, cigarettes are exposed from the case, he expertly fish out one, and lets it rest between his fingers. Roy proficiently closes the clutch of the cigarette case with some of his free fingers. He brings the cigarette to his red painted lips where it dangles by its own weight. Roy looks down at his long cigarette that a man wouldn’t ever want to be caught smoking, but that is now resting between his own lips. This amuses Roy, and he smiles. Roy then let his eyes pass the view of his red skirt suit to his leather clutch purse where he puts down the cigarette case and start searching for the lighter. Roy finds one, a slim black golden lighter, that he moves up and tries to light several times, shakes it to make it work, but fails. “Damn, it is out of gas”, Roy mumbles irritated through his lips still holding on to his dangling long cigarette, and he for some reason thinks somewhat annoyed that this happens him all the time with his lighters. Roy instinctively opens a side pocket on the inside of the clutch purse and Roy locates another chic lady’s lighter in a gold color. Hmm, this one also goes well my jewelry too thinks Roy pleased.

As Roy’s red painted finger bring the lighter to life, he moves the flame to the tip of his cigarette, and finds himself unconsciously inhaling deeply as this was something he had been missing for a long time. Involuntary, Roy’s cheeks hollow in, and his lungs are filled of the smoke of Victoria’s former cigarette, as this was something necessary for sustaining his life. Roy entirely unconscious of the details of his actions does not realize that he leans his head and purse his lips as he blows out a stream of smoke up to the stars above him, exactly like Victoria would do. For Roy it just feels like the most natural movement one can do, but it is in fact a well trained behavioral pattern that he has inherited from Victoria’s many years of smoking practice, which itself is something that Victoria learned early on from watching her own mum Lynda smoking. On the other hand, in this altered reality, he has been the one who has been smoking since the same time as Victoria started in the previous reality, so unknowingly to Roy, he does not even have the luxury of choosing to be a smoker or not, he just is.

As he stands there in the dark on the balcony, and letting his right arm, holding the smoldering cigarette and resting on his left arm crossing below his chest, he decides, this is the life he wants to live. This is really me, thinks Roy. “I want to be Victoria” he says out loudly to himself, and he slowly blows out a tight stream of smoke. As Roy does so, at the same time an arm is suddenly put around Roy’s shoulders, “But, you are honey! You are Victoria! What nonsense are you talking baby?” says the previous Victoria that has sneaked up on Roy without making any sound, and she laughs what he just heard his Victoria utter.

She is still hot, even dressed as Michael and in her male haircut, thinks Roy for himself and put his red clad left arm with his clutch purse around her waist. I can live with this, Roy thinks to himself, and they then watch out in the dark without speaking a word, just hearing some remote cars driving down and the noise by the waves form the harbor below them.

For whatever unknown reason, it did not even dawn on Roy that he could swap with Victoria and become Michael, and still have it all.
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Chapter 16: A night has passed, and it is a new day. Roy he...
This condo sure beat his dorm Roy thought.He was glowing.Victoria had made love to him after she tucked Emily into bed last night.It was the first time he had sex in the role of a woman.It was wonderful!Victoria as Michael knew what she was doing.The latest Michael woke up early to go play golf at the country club with Harold.Roy had an apointment at his salon this morningHis daughter was up watching cartoons..He fed her some cereal then got her dressed.He put on the pink pantsuit his new mother had given him.It fit him perfectly.He knew he looked great in it even though he saw his dorky self dressed in it with a nice ladies bun.He drove them in his white BMW.He stopped to get a latte from Starbucks.He held his daughter's hand.He wanted to have a cigarette but he didn't want to smoke with Emily in the car so he decided to wait.Roy felt proud when men checked him out which happened alot now that he was Victoria.Roy told Emily to stay in a seat at the salon while he got his hair done.The kid was good and listened.She only got up when she had to go to the potty.The stylist named Donna asked him about Michael.Roy found he loved to brag about his husband's new job."You look pretty mommy."Emily told Roy after Donna finished.Roy smiled at the compliment and gave her a good tip.Roy decided it would be fun to take his daughter to the burger joint where he used to work for lunch.First though he needed a cigarette.His hand was shaking.He lit up outside the car.He felt so relieved after he took a deep drag.
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Chapter 17: you pick
Roy was on occasion his normal self in his mind. Roy had always been fascinated by dinosaurs when he grew up, so Roy decided to take Emily to the Natural history museum, just a short walk down the shopping esplanade.

Roy had got used to view himself with his eyes from the top and then the full way down to his pink stiletto heels. Yet, on occasion he saw his own reflection in shopping windows as he walked with Emily the few blocks down the street. He passed some shopping windows and was every time equally blown away when he saw a perfectly reflected a mirror image of a mother in a pink vintage suit walking with her daughter in one hand. The only odd part of it, although he had now accepted it, was that he saw his own body dressed in this very feminine clothing, and that the mother was Roy himself.

They approached the museum and Emily could not hide her enthusiasm as they entered. Inside, there were already quite a lot of people, from families, elderly, school classes, to engaged and interested members of the Natural history museum.

Right in the middle of the big entry hall stood a T-rex, and Emily run directly up to it and looked in amaze at the giant. Roy saw a female teacher in her late 30s lecture her school class about it. “Here is a T-Rex, Does anyone know what T-Rex stands for`?”, she asked the pupils, “And stop fighting with your friends Brian” she continued as one of the pupils was running around at the back of the group and doing various tricks with his friends, pushing them, and even pulling the hair of the girls.

“Hmm” said Roy as he picked up the role swapper remote from his pink purse. “They literally need to see things form the view in each other’s shoes” Roy mustered. In seconds, a small skinny boy stood in front of the other children dressed in resized set of the female teachers clothing. He was now a proud owner of a white cotton blouse with a colorful elegant silk scarf around his neck. To this he had for the day chosen to wear a dark blue high waist skirt. This was rounded up with a pair of matching dark blue pumps on his fees and the teachers light brown leather purse over his shoulder. “Now, children”, he said in a lecturing tone. “T-Rex, behind me here, stands Tyrannosaurus Rex, and that means tyrant lizard if translated”. “Now, dinosaurs are not really lizards…..” “Hey, Brian. Did I not just tell you to calm down and the let the girls alone”, the little boy shouted out angrily to the woman in the boyish haircut who harassed the other class mates. It looked hilarious thought Roy as the previous teacher was almost twice as tall as the other students that now behaved in a very boyish and childish way. She was now dressed in a resized set of the boys t-shirt, jeans and sneakers. With her size, she almost knocked over the other pupils as she could not stand still. “Everyone”, said the former mischievous boy in his attire suited for a fully grown woman, “Follow me”, and he held up some papers above his head and walked away with the class in tow with his other hand with a secured grip on his new purse. The former teacher located herself at the back of the group as the wandered off, and Roy could see her teasing a girl with braided pig tails while pulling them, and Roy heard he new bully making a joke that “the teacher was as old as the T-rex” which cause some other boys to laugh with him.

Emily who had been listening to the boy teaching his new class, said “wow, mum she knew so much about this lizard”. “I want to be just like her when I grew up”, she continued. Roy hesitated to tell her that she probably did not want to be like the teacher, but he dropped that track as Emily said “I’m hungry mum”.

Conveniently located on the same floor, Roy found a kind of café. He ended up with a Caucasian woman around 50 years old in front of them in the line. Must have been a bit of a career woman both judged from the way she was dressed and her bossy attitude. Roy noted that when this woman made a big fuzz about that she had ordered a skim soy latte and now she got a regular soy latte. She had been served by a hip black young woman, perhaps close to her 20s trying to make a living. Roy who felt he was in a good mode today decided help the young black woman with her career. Roy pointed the remote towards the two subjects, and pushed the button twice, but nothing happened. He then saw an new option display he never seen before, “Keep/alter race”, it spelled out. This was slightly ambiguous, but Roy decided for the latter and pressed the button again. In a spit second, the two women had traded place, life but more curiously also skin color. Roy thought this was very fitting as the businesswoman in her new café working apparel behind the counter, now exhibited a perfect match between her black skin tone, afro-American hairstyle, and the way she now was now both talking and moving. On the other hand, the young black woman was now fully Caucasian with a nicely styled blond hair, a very professionally dressed in chick office attire. The only down side Roy could see was the slightly bossy attitude the new inhabitant of the career woman’s life had got with her skim soya latte she now had got in here hand. Roy had a strong feeling that the new black woman had an exciting and new challenging career change to look forward too. For some reason Roy thought that the former young black woman had been a bit of the wild party type of person, heading out clubbing and so. Roy tried to picture the 50 year old woman in some clubbing attire at the dance floor, with the moves she was the lucky owner of and had inherited from the young black woman.

Roy and Emily sat down and he unconsciously crossed his leg as he drank his coffee and Emily ate her ice-cream and sandwich. Roy saw some spoiled little boy dropping his ice-cream and refusing to pick it up. One of the cleaner saw this and came over and bends down to take up the ice-cream before it was all smeared out. The boy then emptied the rest of the ice-cream from the cone and dropped it on the floor in front of the poor cleaner. Again, Roy thought that this was not fair, and the snooty little boy soon stood bent down on his own knees but now dressed in the cleaning mans overall with a print “spotless cleaning ltd” on his back. The former cleaner, now got a second chance to find his way in life, although starting off as a snooty little boy which was a bit of a downside perhaps. The skinny man was now dressed in shorts, sneakers and a transformer t-shirt and sat down together with his new parents who berated him telling him that he should apologize to the poor cleaner.

“Mommy, I want to see the mummies”, said Emily as she was done. Soon Roy and Emily headed to the Egyptian section. This section also had an exhibition of the treasures of Egypt with golden jewelry which for some reason interested and fascinated Roy a lot now. Of course such treasures were heavily guarded. The museum seemed to have some help here by some security firm, and there were some armed security guards dressed in a police looking uniform scattered around here and there. There were many people passing by, especially school classes. “Hey, no running here” shouted one of the guards standing together with another one to some older teenage girls who was totally interested in the exhibition and should at that age know better than running around. This will calm them down thought Roy, and in a fraction of a second was the security guard officers standing where the girls had been and wearing their clothes to which their parents disapproved. Their new parents did really not like that their daughters show off so much skin. Roy noted their security guards had bare waists as they both wore revealing tops, one in red and one in white. One wore a pair of very short shorts, and the other one a skimpy very short skirt. They both looked to funny in their big loop earrings and too much make up on thought Roy. As they had gained girls long flowing hairstyles, both guards had curiously enough lost their large dark mustaches which the two girls in their security guard uniforms were now sporting above their lips together with their shorter male haircuts. The former security guards giggled and could not really stand still. As two boys passed them of the same age the former officials now officially had, the two turned to each other, giggled as they whispered something to each other. The two girls had calm down really well now with the change of to their more responsible lives, as the two new guards kept an inspecting eye on each and everyone visiting the gold exhibition.

At the end of the day, both Emily and Roy were tired. The first thing Roy reflexively did when he got out of the Museum was to light up a cigarette, exactly as Victoria would. As he smoked in his unconscious Victoria style he saw the class he met earlier that day. In lead was the little boy, but now he was also wearing a chic little beige female coat heading down to an awaiting bus. The former female teacher now wore her new, what she thought, cool jeans jacket and was still at the back behind the class mates and doing stuff.

Roy decided that it was now time for something else

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Chapter 18: They hang around here in the museum area
”Mum” Emily said, ”I want more, I want to see the space museum”. Roy was unsure if Emily could take another museum. “Please mummy”, Emily begged.

Roy agreed and they started walking down the stairs. As they approached the bus with the school class they met so many times now, Roy saw that the teacher boy had snuck out and hid behind the bus and was just about lightening a cigarette which he had fished up from his brown leather purse. “Hahaha” Roy thought for himself. I could have bet 100 dollars on that. He probably does not want to let his class to know that their beloved teacher smokes and as an adult want to act as a good role model. He looked hilarious thought Roy as he behaved as everything was perfectly in order despite that he was now dressed in his teacher’s clothes. It was an odd sight, Roy thought, with the boy in his former teacher’s, now his, beige long coat, navy blue high waist skirt, white blouse and his blue heels too. Roy could see that he was now so convinced and content that he really think he is his own teacher and is now obviously living her life fully. On the positive side, he does not need to study so much now, he just knows everything his teacher used to know, Roy mustered. As the passed Roy threw a last peak into the bus and he could see a shadow of a larger pupil running around at the back of the bus making pranks on the other schoolmates.

Roy and Emily reached the space museum and entered the big exhibit hall. Both Roy and Emily were impressed with all the rockets, Lunar Lander, and other space exploration machines. Roy was equally fascinated with the clientele at the space museum. He saw families, science nerds, single tourists, various personnel, volunteering guides, and mostly elderly people with pins attached to their jackets indicating that they were friends to the museum and probably spent too much time there.

Roy and Emily approached a Lunar Lander and Roy immediately recognized some good swapping opportunities there. Roy had noted two families that in many respect looked similar. There was a mum and a dad, with a daughter and boy in their late teens in each family. However, one family was evidently from US, with the parents in their forties, and the other one was obviously a well of family from China. Most likely on a holiday here in US. The Chinese parents seemed slightly older, possibly just above an age of 50 thought Roy. Roy also observed that it seemed that the males in each family had more of the engineering look, with the younger boys a bit on the nerdy side. The females were quite good looking and did not seem too interested in this museum. A difference though, thought Roy, was the way the families dressed. The Chinese family was quite formal dressed, whereas the US family had a much more laid back style as they were on holiday. It was even so laidback that the father in the US family wore shorts, and a pretty basic T-shirt and sport sandals.

As Emily walked around and looked at the Lunar Lander, Roy lifted the remote and got to work. As Roy was done, he was delighted to the outcome. The Caucasian woman now stood together with her new Chinese family dressed in the Chinese boys attire, whereas the Chinese boy now stood with his new US family in the role as a mother of two and as a married wife, in his white top with shortened sleeves, blue capris, blue flats and a bit of worn leather purse. His hair had grown out and was cascading down well down on his back, with exactly the same style as the US woman had had, and it seemed to have been bleached and colored to the same color as the US woman. The same applied to the former US woman, with her very basic Chinese boy haircut and now all in black.

Beside the Chinese man in his dark gray suit, more suited for a business meeting than a museum visit on a family holiday, stood the Caucasian boy clad in red jacket-black skirt suit, black shiny heels, and an expensive designer purse with its golden metal strap slung over his shoulder. Also his hair was now styled in the same way as the 50 year old Chinese woman had been. Notably, he also wore her make up now, with the Asian woman’s distinct red lipstick that stood out. Roy could not see that the US woman had wore any make up for the day, so the Chinese boy looked pretty much himself, in his face will say, but apart from that he was now seen as a modern US woman, and the wife and mother of the family. Roy could see that the US boy inherited more than the make-up of the Chinese woman. He was now decorated with many expensive rings on his finger, some heavy earrings hinted under his black hair, a necklace around his neck and a small ladies watch. Everything was of course in the best yellow gold, to show off their fortune. The Chinese woman who had ended up with the US family was less fortunate as she now stood there dressed in gray collage t-shirt, a pair of saggy shorts almost falling of her bum, and a pair of dirty white sneakers. The funny thing was that the clothes in this swap had hardly needed any magic resizing, as both the Caucasian boy and Chinese woman where of the same slim stature.

Emily approached Roy who she thought was her mother and complained. “I want to see something else now”. Soon baby, Roy responded automatically. He observed that no one in the newly formed families took any notice of that anything out of the ordinary had happened. The new boys, i.e. the rich Chinese wife as a US teen boy, and the US wife as a scrawny Chinese boy, read all the signs about the Lunar lander, and looked with great interest and awe at the space vehicle as they studied the detail of it.

The former US wife, pushed up her thick boyish glasses that were now resting on her nose, as she turned around and started to speak excited to her family in Chinese, possibly mandarin, which really took Roy by surprise. Even funnier was it that the Caucasian boy dressed in the Chinese woman’s expensive red black skirt suit responded without any hesitation in the same lingua, though with a slightly higher pitch in his voice that he heard the boy speak with before.

Roy remembered some science studies he read about in some papers that the pitch differs somewhat between various cultures, and Southeast Asians are high pitched whereas US citizens are typically lower pitched. This was confirmed when he heard the Chinese woman using the language of a teenage US boy to her new sister to tell her something.

Roy was very pleased with the changes giving them both a change of perspective and interesting international experiences. Unfortunately, they would not be able to add it to their CVs, Roy smiled to himself as he watched how both families now headed to the photo arrangement beside where they could take family photos in interesting space related surroundings. The new US family decided for planet Mars and went up on the very realistic Mars like stage. Roy watched as the photographer took a photo of the family in the orange colored environment behind them as they were squeezed together and laughing at the great vacation they had together. The Asian woman, now as a playful boy, initially messed up some shoots as she jokingly made some rabbit ear gestures with her fingers behind the head of her former son that she now thought of as her mum. In the end, they got a sensible shot as she had been told of several times by her new sister not to be so childish.

Roy could not really make out what the Caucasian boy was saying with his newly gained Asian background, but he pointed at his red jacket and the orange Mars set up, obviously concerned about the mismatching colors. The new Chinese family headed over to the Moon setup instead, with the boy proceeding in small mincing steps. The US boy was obviously not satisfied here either, and now said something as he pointed at his black stiletto heels as to indicate that he could possibly not walk on the moonlike surface with his stiletto shoes. His new husband fixed his eyes on his and said something short and snappy that Roy could not comprehend, but the new wife obeyed and got up on the Moon for the family photo. The new Chinese woman said something to his husband, and as the family photo shooting was over, the boy stood alone on the moon stage to take some more photos. Roy watched the boy as the new Chinese wife as he fished up a mirror and lipstick from his black designer purse and he then adeptly touched up his burgundy red lipstick. Several photos were then taken with him in different angles and a bit of tasteful posing. Roy watched the screen behind the photographer and saw that both full body and close up photos were taken.

Well, well thought Roy. Will that not be good photos to put on top of the stove in the living room or even in your new husband’s wallet, I don’t know what, thought Roy amused as he and Emily walked away.

“What do you want to see now?”, asked Roy . Emily literally jumped at the opportunity to decide where to go.

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