At 3:24 in the afternoon, Sharon was sitting on the couch watching one of her favorite programs. Entering the house, Cheryl trotted quickly toward the bathroom. She came into the house exactly as she exited it this morning. She was wearing a button-down white shirt tucked into navy blue dress pants. Her shirt was buttoned to the top button with a maroon necktie secured with an oxford knot around her neck. A black belt was around her waist which matched her black socks and black slip-on men's shoes. Around her neck, she wore a lanyard that contained her identification and BS High School. She was wearing the typical uniform of a boy who attended BS High School.

Sharon looked up at the sound of the front door opening and asked, "How was it?"

Cheryl didn't slow down, she shook her hand and sighed. The lanyard jerked between her large breasts with every shake of her head. Although she was wearing an undershirt beneath her collared shirt, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breast hung low and bounced with every step.

"That bad?"

Sharon followed her to the bathroom and waited outside the locked door. She could hear the sound of urine splashing in the bowl. A moment later there was the sound of flushing and then the sound of running water.

"It didn't work?" Sharon asked as Cheryl exited. Although Sharon knew in her heart that the person standing before her was her 22-year-old sister, Cheryl, when she looked at her, her mind told her that this was her fourteen-year-old son Jason.

Jason and Cheryl had 'swapped identities' using a power that Jason had recently obtained. Everyone who sees Cheryl would think she was Jason, a fourteen-year-old boy. Everyone who sees Jason would think he was Cheryl, a 22-year-old woman.

"No, no one knew I didn't belong there."

"Then why was it so bad?"

"Have you ever been a teenage boy in high school?"

Sharon gave her a look with a crooked smile.

"I thought when I was at high school before it was bad, but now it's just..."

"Everyone thought you were Jason?"

"Yeah, everyone."

"Then what is the problem?"

"Lots of things. I couldn't use the restroom for one."

"But you said they thought you were Jason, just another student."

"The boys' room is disgusting. I couldn't sit on the bowl. Obviously, I couldn't use the urinal. I had to wait until I got back here!"

Physically, Cheryl didn't change, she was still a 22-year-old woman, with ample breasts and a rounded large rear. But due to the swap with her nephew, everyone (except her sister Sharon) treated her like a 14-year-old boy in high school.

"Was that all?"

"No, it was a lot more. I thought being a student would be easy. I thought it would give me a break from being a mother and all that I do. But it was just horrible!"

"What happened?"

"I guess Jason and I should have swapped more than just our identities. I should have swapped what we know. When I got to the school, I didn't know where any of my classes were. I was immediately late. Instead of them reprimanding me in class, I was sent to get a tardy slip which made me even later. It seems that this wasn't Jason's first time, so I had to endure his punishment. But when I finally arrived at class, I couldn't make heads-or-tails of the work at all. I never raised my hand, but the teachers called on me anyway. All I wanted to do was sit there quietly and take notes, but they wouldn't let me do that.

Jason's friends are also horrible, they kept teasing me, especially about my breasts. They wanted to touch them, they wanted to see them. It wasn't fair. They all thought I was a boy, but I was a boy with boobs.

I told them, I didn't want them to touch any part of me. That only made it worse. Then I tried a different plan, I told them that it would be gay to touch me. That didn't work either.

It wasn't the bullies in school who were on my case. It was my supposed friends. They were both physically and verbally abusive.

I tried to ignore them, I yelled, I tried to fight back. Nothing worked. I don't know how Jason puts up with these things."

"I don't know. Jason never complains."

"I know I'm really a woman, but that's no reason for them to treat me like that."

"I guess boys are different than us."

"Hey, did you know Jason has a girlfriend?"

"No, I didn't."

"He does...she's a slut. She had her hands all over me more than the boys did. She tried to stick her hand down my pants."

"She did?"

"Yeah, can you believe that? We were in school, and she was reaching into my trousers."

"Girl's these days!"

"I've had enough."