Eliza was a trickster. She loved to play jokes on her friends. It was just part of her nature. She would do something and then when the shit hit the fan, she would deny responsibility. She was so good at it that no one knew it was her. Some might have suspected, but it was never proven. She hid this dark side with a sweet disposition that everyone loved. Of course her family knew her best and they were sick of Eliza's tricks. When in doubt, they always assumed that Eliza had something up and so her mom was very strict with her.

Eliza's cell rang. It made the characteristic music on it that signified that her friend Geoffrey Wilkinson was on the line. Eliza Tranell aged sixteen had been friends with Geoffrey for as long as she could remember. They had always been very close and she would say that he despite being a guy was her best friend. She just loved him to death. She picked up the phone immediately. "What's up Jeffipoo," she said cheerfully.

"I found something," Geoffrey said excitedly.

"Found what?"

"You just have to come over and see it for yourself." Eliza could picture the smile on Geoffrey's face. It came through with his voice.

"Tell me," Eliza said with a slight giggle.

"Nope, you have to see this. You won't believe it."

"Can't you give me a hint?"

"No, you just have to come over. It's not like you have far to come." Geoffrey and Eliza were next store neighbors. If Eliza looked out her living room window she could actually see Geoffrey's bedroom. But Eliza's bedroom looked over the other next door neighbor. On that side, lived a girl, Patrice who was in Eliza's class, but that she had never been friends with. Patrice had wanted to be Eliza's friend for years. They were in the same classes in grade school but Eliza found Patrice to be annoying and so a friendship never developed. When they were kids, Eliza said that 'Patrice had cooties' and kept her distance from her. As they matured, Eliza grew out of the 'cootie' nonsense and their relationship became cordial. But they were never friends.

"If I must," Eliza said with mock reluctance. "I'll be there in a few minutes."

Eliza was a pretty girl with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes who was five foot three inches tall. She might have been a little below average height for a girl, but she didn't consider herself short. Eliza knew she didn't have to get dressed up for Geoffrey. They had been friends forever and he had seen her when she was at her worst. But she was going to go outside so she had put on her makeup. She was wearing skinny jeans with a tight tank top with ruching on the chest in a light red what was actually somewhere where the color red ended and the color pink began. The ruching helped to enhance her smallish breasts. She touched up her lipstick, put on some eye shadow and liner added a little blush and she was ready. Since she was in the bathroom anyway she also brushed her hair and then decided to tie it back into a pony tail with a scrunchy. Finally she put on some reddish flats and proceeded to Geoffrey's house.

Eliza rang the door bell. Geoffrey's mother opened the door. "Hello Mrs. Wilkinson," Eliza said with the same cheerfulness she had when she answered the phone.

"Geoffrey is in his room," Mrs. Wilkinson told her. Eliza and Geoffrey had been best friends ever since they were little. Eliza seemed to spend more time here and in Geoffrey's room that in her own house. Although if you asked Eliza's mother, she would have said that Geoffrey was in Eliza's room more often than his own.

Geoffrey lived with his parents and his two younger siblings. Geoffrey was eighteen. He was only a few months older than Eliza. He had a younger sister Rosemarie who was thirteen and a younger brother Steven who was seven.

Eliza bounded towards Geoffrey's room. Since Geoffrey's call, Eliza became more and more curious about what Geoffrey wanted to show her. They had been friends for such a long time that she knew when he was really serious about something. The door was closed, but Eliza didn't bother to knock. She simply opened the door and came right in.

She saw him there, sitting at his desk. Geoffrey was five foot eleven inches tall with black hair and dark blue eyes.

"OK, OK, what is the big secret?" Eliza said excitedly.

"Here it is." Geoffrey showed what looked to be an ordinary silvery colored ring to Eliza. It was on his ring finger on his left hand.

"Well, it's nice," she said. She was a little disappointed. "But it's nothing special. I don't even think it's real silver." "You don't understand. It's magic."

"Magic?"

"Yes. It can swap traits between two people."

"What do you mean swap traits?"

"I mean like if someone has blue eyes and another person has brown eyes it can swap the color between the two of them."

"Here I'll show you." Geoffrey swapped the hair color of himself and Eliza. Geoffrey now had Eliza's dirty blonde hair although its style and cut hadn't changed. It was still in the same manly style it had been before. Eliza's long hair in a pony tail was now jet black. "Do you see anything different?"

"Like what?" Reality had been changed along with the hair color. As far as Eliza now knew she had always had jet black hair and Geoffrey had her dirty blonde color.

"Look again." When Eliza looked again, she now recognized that Geoffrey's hair color was different. She had remembered that his hair should be black.

"What happened to your hair?"

"Not just my hair. Look in the mirror." Eliza did as she was told and noticed the black hair. She put her hands to her head by instinct.

"MY HAIR!!!"

"Do you believe me now?"

Eliza had no other explanation. "Yes, but how come I didn't notice the first time?"

"Well, when I first swapped the hair color I didn't set the awareness option. So I was the only one who knew anything happened. As far as anyone else knows, including yourself, you had always had black hair and I had always had blonde hair. But I changed that so now you know too."

"So everyone knows I really have blonde hair?"

"No just us."

"OK, where did you get the ring?"

Geoffrey told Eliza the story of how he found the ring and that as soon as he put the ring on his finger that he knew everything there was to know about it. He didn't really know everything. He just thought he knew. He knew only what the ring wanted him to know. But how was he to know the things he didn't know.

When Geoffrey was done, Eliza asked him "So whatever have you done with the ring."

"Nothing."

"You didn't test it out?"

"Yeah, but I put everything back to normal and so nothing is different." Geoffrey then swapped his and Eliza's hair back to their former colors.

"Oh"

"Yeah, I thought we going play with it together. You are my best friend you know."

Eliza hugged Geoffrey tight. "You are so sweet."

But Geoffrey wasn't telling Eliza the truth. After finding the ring, Geoffrey couldn't wait to use it. Originally Geoffrey didn't live right next door to Eliza. He lived several blocks away. He took the ring and decided to walk towards Eliza's house. On the way there, every time he passed a man he would swap his penis with that man. If the size of his dick increased he would keep it. If not he would swap back. His dick was now one of the biggest in the neighborhood. Of course he didn't know who had the biggest dick. It was sort of gay to look around to find out. But his dick was now almost three inches bigger than it was before.

By the time he got to her house, he decided to swap his address with the people who lived next door to Eliza. Entering the house, he found that his family was living there as if they always had been. He didn't want to ask them about it, but everything seemed perfectly normal. The house was about the same size as his own home. Even though the layout was different, he still shared a room with his little brother, his little sister had her own room and the new master bedroom belonged to his parents.

Geoffrey had been in love with Eliza since they were kids, but she never gave him the time of day. Geoffrey wanted to use the ring to make Eliza love him. Eliza had kept her distance from him so he really didn't know much about her. But he loved her anyway. Eliza didn't have a boyfriend so he couldn't swap her feelings for him with a boyfriend. Eliza's relationships with boys didn't last too long, besides being a trickster she was also a tease. Between the two, the frustrated boy would move on quick.

Since she didn't have a boyfriend, there weren't any feelings to swap so he couldn't make her feel anything like that. But he knew that on the other side of Eliza's house, Eliza's best friend Patrice lived. He couldn't make Eliza love him, but he could become her best friend. Maybe being her best friend and being a 'he' he might make her his girlfriend. He didn't know if it would work, but it was better than nothing. At least now he could see her whenever he wanted. When he called her up and she called him 'Jeffipoo' and sounded so excited to talk to him his own heart was lifted. He thought that using the ring together might bring them closer. In truth, Geoffrey was torn between the power he felt by using the ring and his desire for Eliza.

Geoffrey's seven year old brother Steven came to his room. He had noticed Eliza's excitement when she arrived and wanted to know what was going on. He amused himself for a few minutes until his curiosity got the better of him.