"Alright, here goes." Jack sighed, aiming the remote at Lacy as she stepped out of her car. He eased his finger on the button and was surprised when a red colored beam fired from it and struck Lacy squarely in the chest. There was an instant moment of disorientation and suddenly... Jack found himself standing outside where Lacy had been, and he was holding her car keys and her purse. "What the..." he muttered, looking around.
Glancing back up to his bedroom window, he was stunned to see Lacy peering out at him. Except she didn't seem to be freaking out or acting strange, and it looked like she was wearing his t-shirt. Jack frowned, utterly confused.
But then when he looked down at himself his shock turned to utter amazement. He was wearing Lacy's clothes, her lavender tank top, her tight black leggings, her thong panties and her flip flops. The tank top looked ill-fitting on his flat chest, and of course he saw a bulge in the front of his leggings. Even his toe nails were pedicured and he had french-tip manicured fingernails. Several pieces of jewelry also adorned Jack's body, including Lacy's heart-shaped locket. "Alright what the frick is going on here?" Jack asked himself, slamming the car door shut.
Jack peered down the street and saw the female jogger just disappearing around the corner, and he wondered for a moment that if he had targeted her... would he now be wearing her sports bra, lycra shorts and sneakers? "A clothes swapping remote?" he thought.
Just then he saw hit mother exit the house, taking out the trash. And when she looked at him, he thought he was going to be shouted at for wearing women's clothing. But instead... "Hi Lacy, how's your day going?" His mother asked him.
"Lacy?" Jack mumbled, then he adjusted one of the wing mirrors on his car and crouched down in front of it. "Holy shit!" Jack exclaimed... seeing Lacy's reflection staring back at him... including her impressive cleavage. "I'm Lacy!" Jack couldn't believe it.
"Lacy? Are you alright?" Tanya asked who she now saw as her neighbor, and not her teenage son.
Jack stood up straight, took another look down at himself, then looked over the fence at his mom. "Er... yeah.... I'm fine. Thank you." Jack answered his mother's question. He then took a curious look into his new purse and saw the remote was sitting in there. "It came with me!" he thought. The realization then hit him... that he could trade places with other people, live their lives. He'd still see his body as normal, except in a mirror, and everyone else would apparently see him as the person he had swapped with. In this case... his sexy Latina neighbor. "I guess now I can find out if she really works as a stripper." Jack grinned to himself.
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