Chapter 1.

Melissa Bianchi was happy as could be as she stepped into her house. Her face was lit up with a huge smile which was accentuated by the lipstick she wore. She loved to wear lipstick which she wore virtually every day. A little blush and eye shadow completed her look.

She had been granted a great gift and there weren't any strings attached. She could swap anything between her and another person if they both agreed to the swap. If she didn't like the swap, she could swap back any time she wanted to. She could use her power as many times as she liked. She didn't have to worry if the person she swapped with refused to swap back. She didn't need permission to 'return to normal'. It was foolproof.

She had read the stories with genies. There were only three wishes for those and invariably the last wish was to reverse one or both of the previous wishes. In those stories, a lesson would be learned. But she didn't have to worry about that. She might learn some lessons along the way, but it wouldn't cost her swaps. In the end, she could make everything work out.

Once a swap was made, the world would see whatever the outcome as perfectly normal. She would be treated as if it had always been that way. The personal taste of the beholder was their own, but they wouldn't think, “Hey, Melissa has changed'. For example, a woman might be disgusted or envious when fifteen-year-old Melissa all of a sudden had huge boobs on her chest, but they wouldn't think that it hadn't always been that way. The same would be true after Melissa swapped with a different person or swapped back.

Melissa obtained this power it was hers now. She hadn't given much thought to what type of swaps she would try. That wasn't quite right, she imagined everything, but she had to come back to Earth and decide what swaps would be achievable. It took two to swap and permission had to be given by both parties. A woman with the perfect size boobs (not too big, not too small) wouldn't just give them up. That was the case with any trait.

Melissa walked briskly to the stairs, she took them two at a time and entered her own room. She threw herself on her bed to think. This was the greatest day in her life.

Melissa lived at home with just her dad. Melissa's mom died when she was only twelve years out. It was a tragic event that Melissa didn't like to think about. Melissa and her mom were very close as was the case with most girls before their teenage years. Mom was teaching Melissa how to wear makeup properly when she died. Melissa continued her education where her mother left off. She never left her home without wearing some sort of cosmetics. Although, her mother had told her not to overdue and Melissa never did. Wearing makeup allowed Melissa to feel close to her mother in a special way. It was something they shared. She knew that her mother would be proud of her and her makeup skills.

Melissa lived in a typically feminine room. Everything in it said that a teenage girl lived there. The walls were a peach color, and the bed was full-sized and always made up with a pretty comforter. The furniture was mostly in a pearl color with accents that blended with the walls. Over the headboard of her bed, painted in pearl color were the words “HELLO gorgeous”. To the right of her bed was a three-drawer dresser that contained her more personal items of clothing: her bras and panties, socks and stockings, and nightwear. Across from her bed was where she kept her more casual apparel: t-shirts and tops, leggings and other types of bottoms, as well as casual dresses, rompers, and jumpsuits.

Her most fancy apparel was kept in her walk-in closet. She had a vanity in the corner of the room which also doubled as her desk. It contained her computer and scores of cosmetics and beauty products. It was her special place as it reminded her of her mother.

“How's it going, Sweetheart?” Melissa's dad asked as he entered the room.

“Wonderful!” she told him excitedly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I got a gift.”

“What type of gift?”

Melissa explained the power she received and how she got it.

“That can't be real.”

“It is real!”

“Have you tested it out?”

“I didn't have time.”

“Then how do you know.”

“I just know. I can swap any trait with anyone, and no one will know anything is different.”

There was a joy on Melissa's face when she told her dad. There wasn't any doubt in her mind about what she told him. It made her face look prettier. She had a gorgeous smile naturally which was accentuated by her lipstick and the other cosmetics she wore on her face.

“Fine, then let's test it out.”

“With you?” Melissa asked incredulously.

“Sure, why not?”

“What would I trade with you?”

“What would you like?”

“Hmm, let me be in charge.”

“No, I don't think so.”

“It'll be just a test for a short time.”

Melissa didn't want that anyway. In many ways, she was already in charge. She could give her father a look and ask him 'really nice'. Her father would usually give her what she wanted. Melissa knew it was because of the guilt that her dad had for leaving Melissa without a mother. It wasn't her father's fault, of course, but she used these feelings of guilt anyway.

“I have another idea. Something that would be very obvious to everyone.”

“What's that.”

“Wear my makeup!”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Why would I do that? I'd look silly.”

“Well, you might, but if we do it as a swap then no one would know the difference.”

“What do you mean?”

“The way the swap works is that everyone else won't know there was a swap. They'll think it had always been this way. It won't seem like a big deal to anyone.”

“I don't want to wear your makeup. Besides I don't know how.”

“That's part of the swap. When we swap you will know everything I know about wearing makeup. You'll be as skilled as I am.”

“I'll still look silly.”

“No one will notice. That will be the test. I want to see how other people react.”

“What will happen then?”

“Then, we'll swap back.”

“But why makeup?”