The main question Chelsea was asking herself was did she have a right to use her supposed new power on people, to swap their parts around? Even if nobody but her noticed, was it morally acceptable by her own standards? As she was pondering what had happened to her, she watched all the students going to and from their dorms and classes around her. She had some time yet before she was due to teach her next psychology class.
A fellow college professor suddenly appeared in sight from where Chelsea was sat, it was Ron Hemingway, aged 55. His daughter Allie was one of Chelsea's students, a petite little thing, also a bit of a tomboy as well as a lesbian. Chelsea studied Ronald for a moment as he walked across the campus towards wherever his destination was. They weren't close associates, in fact they hardly talked at all, since Ronald was quite distant and didn't get too close to people. The tragic death of his wife had made him that way, Chelsea had learned from Allie during a chat they had once.
Chelsea was thinking that maybe Ronald should be more like his daughter, especially in terms of height, since Allie must have taken after her mother when it came to her appearance and stature. As she thought this, in her peripheral vision, Chelsea also saw a female student named Katie Price, 19 years old and only 5'3" tall. She was smiling and stood chatting with two of her friends.
Chelsea suddenly felt a build up of 'energy' inside her and suddenly she saw Katie getting taller in height. She grew an inch... two... three... eight inches in total, peaking at 5'11", several inches taller now than her two friends Josephine and Siobhan. What was amazing, was that her jeans and her other clothes still fit her, as though they had grown along with her body. "Wow!" Chelsea blurted out quietly, amazed at what had just happened. She knew she had caused the swap.
Glancing back at Ronald, Chelsea broke out into a giggle, seeing that he had shrunk down to Katie's former height of 5'3", his suit adjusting to fit his shorter frame. She had to admit he looked funny at that height.
And just like, as Ronald disappeared into a nearby doorway, Chelsea was so much more willing to use her powers on the people around her.
After all, what was the harm if they didn't know anything?
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