I started this story a few years back just couldn't figure what I wanted to do next so that's where it's sat awaiting further updates but I never got around to doing that so I'm posting it in lieu of a new story. Enjoy!

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It was mid-morning & in a bedroom of a small, dirty apartment. The owner of said apartment starts to wake up, they didn't want to get up. They just knew today would be a bad day.

"Uh!" they groaned. It was a pleasant female voice & it came from under the bed sheets. The owner of the voice throws off the bed sheets of themself after a few minutes of trying to fall back asleep. They then sit up in bed. She is only wearing a black satin bra & matching panties. Her dark brown hair was shoulder length. She had platinum blond streaks scattered through out & is slightly messed. She looks around the horrid little room as her eyes adjust to the morning daylight coming through the blinds.

Then, she notices something, something odd. She notices her hair. She's never had long hair or highlights, either. Her father would have killed her if she had that long of hair when she was growing up. The only exceptable hair cut was a crew cut. Maybe she was wearing a wig, she only remember parts of last night. Then, She felt a chill. Her hand feels the bare skin where a shirt should have be & then thinks that she must not be wearing the Pajama top she went to bed in. Why did she take it off? "Maybe I was hot!" she thought.

She looks around to see where her shirt was? She doesn't see it but as she looks, she gets a glance down at her chest. She stops, takes a good look & almost immediately after she does, she looks straight up. Something she saw has frightened her: she has breasts! She scrambles out of bed & over to a mirror that sits on her dresser. As she looks at her perfect complexion, the face starring back at her in the mirror is not her own. She screamed.

"This a bad dream!" She thinks. "I'll just pinch myself. Then, I'll wake up back in bed & in my own body". She pinches herself.

"OW!" she yells. This was definitely not a dream! Once that fact has dawned on her, her mind begins to race. How could this happen to me? Why did this happen to me? Those & other thoughts race through her mind. She tries to think of all the things she did last night.

"Ok. Ok. Claim down, Chuck. It's going to be all right." Chuck said to him/herself. "I got home for work, their was a message on my answering machine from Tracy asking me if I want to go out to a new club she found out about. I got dressed up a bit & went out, drank a little, meet some nice people.." He/She thought, then Chuck couldn't remember what happened after 10 o'clock last night. It was all a blank until he woke up this morning as a woman. An attractive woman, but a woman none the less.

Chuck started to look himself over in the mirror. He was attractive & this is the type of woman he would have tried to pick up but they always turned him down. None of these types of women want to dance with and/or date a short, balding, over weight 40 year old middle manager with delusions of grandeur. Now, he looks like a 20 something tall, slender, female super model!

Maybe, one of these types of women did finally take him up on his offer. If they did, what happened to him & where is his body? Is that woman in his body? He was starting to freak out a bit & he needed to calm himself down, again. "Ok, Chuck. This is your apartment, you recognize it but your in someone else's body. You've established that this is not a dream. So, now what do you do?"

A small voice in the back of his mind said "Panic?"

Chuck was finding it hard to not listen to that voice. Then, his phone rang. Now, if he was in his own body he would have have picked it up on the first ring, but he's not. So, he stands there starring at the phone in nothing but someone else's bra & panties. Chuck wants to the answer the phone but also doesn't want to. How is he going to explain what has happened to him? It's not everyday when you wake up as someone else!

Then, a thought pops into his head: Is She still here in his apartment? Or has She left with his body & done something with it? Chuck looks at his clock radio, it's almost 9 am. He doesn't know when She woke up? She might be miles away with his body now. Then, he thinks did they have sex? Maybe that's how they switched bodies? Then, other thoughts on his body, that woman & what they could be doing right now go through his head. By this time, the phone has stopped ringing & the person calling probably has left a message. So, Chuck heads out into the Living Room to see if he has any new messages.

He walks slowly & quietly. He peers into the living room, no one is there. That means that the woman in his body has left. He walks over to the answering machine & presses the play button. The machine went *BEEP*. It told him the time & date the message was left. Then, the message started to play "Hi, Chuck. Are you there? Pick up if you are?" It's Chuck's friend, Tracy or someone who sounded like Tracy! Well, now he was just being paranoid.

"I just called to see if you were all right. You left the club sort of early & with some strange woman." Tracy said.

AH HA! He did leave with someone! Probably someone who last night looked a lot like he did now.

"It's not like you to leave with someone other then me." Tracy said a little sarcastically.

"Hey!" Chuck said. He was sort of hurt by Tracy's comment, but it was true.

"When you get this message, call me!" and that was the end of Tracy's message. Chuck liked that Tracy checked in with him, but should he call her back? Would she know it was him?

Then, he feels a chill again which reminds him that he's only wearing a pair of panties & a bra. He needs to get some clothes on! He looks around his bedroom for Her clothes but, they aren't there. She probably took them. So, Chuck goes to his closet to find something to wear. From the looks of it, none of his clothes are going to fit him. He searches thought his clothes to find the smallest clothes he owns. They are the clothes he bought to inspire him to lost some weight, he's had the clothes for about four years. This is the first time he's worn them & they are now baggy.

Now, if he was in his own body, he would have rushed out the door because he had to get to work, the work of a tax auditor is never done! But, he couldn't do that now, He was a woman now! But, at the moment, he doesn't have a way of finding his mystery woman, he might have to go to work as a woman. Then, the thought of sex appropriate clothes come to mind. He has female underwear on, now he needs female outerwear on.

He goes looking for his wallet. He finds it & everything is still in there. Chuck can't use half of his credit cards because that have a picture of his former self on them. But, he does have cash & his ATM card, if he needs to get more. Chuck puts his wallet in his pants, gets on some socks & now over-sized shoes. He finds his jacket & he's off to buy clothes that fit! He sure hopes none of his neighbors see him. But, then something worse comes to mind, He sure hoped that no one saw that woman in his body leave his apartment in her clothes. Chuck doubts an short, overweight, balding male looks all that good in a dress. Chuck picks up his keys & leaves. He made it down the hallway with no one seeing him, down a few flights of stairs & he was almost out the building before:

"Miss! Miss! Excuse me!" Said a voice from behind him. Chuck thinks should he keep walking or stop? He stops.

"Yes?" He says & turns around to see old Mrs. Johnson, his floor's busy body & Chuck's neighbor. She must have taken the elevator to beat him down to the first floor.

"I saw you exit Mr. Willis' apartment a few minutes ago."

"ok. Is there a problem?"

"No. I was just wondering what you were doing there? He normally doesn't have company like you over."

"What do you mean 'company like me'?"

"A Hooker!" She said pointedly.

Chuck was shocked. Did he pick up a hooker? If so, why didn't she take any of his money? Maybe his body was payment enough.

"Miss?" Chuck said, stopped & looked like he was searching for her name.

"Mrs. Johnson!" she said.

"Ok, Mrs. Johnson. I can tell you that I am not a hooker." Chuck said. That was the truth: Chuck was not a hooker! The body may belong to one, but he was not.

"That's not what it sounded like last night."

"Mrs. Johnson, have you ever been to a hooker?"

"No, never!" Mrs. Johnson said, shocked that this woman would even ask her that question.

"Then, how do you know what it sounds like?" Chuck said with a small smile.

"I've seen them on TV!"

"Oh!" Chuck said with a slightly bigger smile. He didn't know she was into that type of stuff.

"I don't watch it all the time, but I have seen it. I hardly watch TV anymore, it's all turning into Smut!"

"You do know that they exaggerate somethings on TV."

"I know." Mrs. Johnson said. She finally knew shouldn't get the answer she wanted so she let Chuck go.

"Oh, If you see Mr. Willis again tell him that a black mini skirt doesn't work for him!" Mrs. Johnson said as she walked away.

"Ok!" Chuck said & cringed at the image.

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And that's all I wrote.