“That was a great game,” Neil shouted.

“You don't have to yell, I know. I was there,” Douglas said in a quieter voice.

“OK, what should we do next.”

“Dinner?”

“Yeah, but where?”

“Hooters.”

“That isn't dinner. It's more like snacks.”

“I don't care I like it. Let's go.”

“Sure.” Neil didn't have to be convinced, he liked Hooters also. The pair had eaten a lot during the game. But it would take about an hour to get out of the stadium's parking lot and at Hooters a person could get as much or as little food as they wanted.

“You didn't think the game was great?” Neil asked again.

“The score was 27 to 18. The Browns were never in the game. They lost by two scores.”

“So, what does that have to do with anything? The Packers played a tremendous game.”

“But there wasn't any excitement.”

It took a good two hours to get out of the stadium and to the nearest hooters. It was after six o'clock by the time they got there. The place was busy, but not too crowded.

Neil and Douglas were shown to a table by the pretty hostess. “Cherie, your server will be with you in a moment,” the server told the pair.

“I'm gonna take a leak,” Douglas informed his friend.

“Sure, whatever.”

“Hi, I'm Cherie, welcome to Hooters,” the waitress said cheerily. “Can I start you off with something to drink?”

“Yeah, a beer.”

“Can I see your ID?”

Neil reached into his back pocket and fished out his wallet. He opened it up and took out his driver's license.

“Neil Feldman,” the waitress announced.

“Yeah.”

“Born April 4, 2000.”

“That's right.”

“That makes you twenty-two.”

Neil nodded.

”Awe, what a cute picture. Are you sure this cutie, is you?” the waitress' expression turned to quizzical.

“That's my ID.”

“and this is where you live, 45 Orange Blossum Drive.”

“Hey, what's this all about?”

“I don't live too far from there. It's a wonder we have never met. I know all the cute guys in the area.” The waitress' smile returned.

“I guess you missed one,” Neil smirked.

“Hey, I think I know you. Did you go to Harrison High School?”

“Yeah.”

“I think I know you.”

Neil looked at the waitress more carefully. He looked not only at her face but also at her figure. She was gorgeous in her Hooter's uniform which hugged every inch of her body. She wore the Hooters white tank top that hugged her torso tightly and contracted nicely with her olive skin. The tank was tucked into the orange shorts and there wasn't any doubt that she was wearing suntan-colored pantyhose. She completed the outfit with white sneakers. The Hooter's waitress was a Hispanic young woman with brown eyes and light brown hair that fell to her boobs, a small nose, and expressive lips. Her makeup like all of the other waitresses was perfect, as was her french tip manicured nails. She had the combination glam/girl-next-door look that Hooters expected their waitresses to have. The Hooter's tank top she wore, was designed to draw the patrons' attention to her cleavage. Her broad smile helped to accentuate her bubbly personality.

“You went to Harrison?”

“No, but I know a lot of guys who went there. Maybe I know you?”

“I thought you said you did.”

“Let me get a closer look.” The waitress bent down and moved in close. Then she kissed Neil on the lips. It was unexpected. Neil wished that he had known she was going to do that, he would have kissed back. But the kiss was too quick and unexpected.

“You know you are really cute.”

“You are very pretty; would you like to go out?”

“Are you asking me for a date?” she asked as her smile took on a more mischievous look.

“Yeah.”

“When?”

“Anytime you like.”

“Great. You know not only are you cute, but you are very familiar. I think I know you.”

Neil didn't know what to say. He didn't recognize the woman, but he didn't want to offend her either.

“You keep saying that. What's your full name?”

“Guess, you know me!”

“Cherie?”

“That's what it says on the name tag, but what is my real name?”

“Umm, let me think.”

“Got it yet?”

“No.”

“I'll whisper it into your ear.”

“OK.”

The waitress bent down again. She moved in close. Neil could feel her hot breath on his ear. The waitress held Neil by the shoulders. Her touch was soft but firm. Neil waited a moment for her to speak, but instead, she just breathed into his ear a second time.

“Aren't you going to tell me?”

“Are you sure you don't know who I am? I swear you know me.”

“No, tell me.”

“My name is...” Cherie paused to build up the suspense.

“Tell me.”

“My name is Douglas King.”

“What?”

“It's me, dude. I borrowed this girl's body,” she said laughing. “Don't you recognize me?”

“Ha ha, big joke.”

“No, I did it. I can swap bodies with anyone I like.”

“No, you can't. I mean Douglas can't. Big joke. Where's Douglas? He must be having a huge laugh.”

“I'm sure am. I'm here. I'm in this body. Don't you like me anymore? Is our date off?” Douglas asked with a mock pout.

“Look lady, I've had enough.” Then in a louder voice aimed at no one in particular. “Douglas come on out!”

“I'm here. This is me. We just came from the Browns/Packers game. The Browns won 27 to 18.”

“That doesn't prove anything!”

“Ask me a question. Something only Douglas would know.”

“I'm not playing.”

“Ask me anything!”

“OK, if you are Douglas, where is the real Cherie?”

“She's in my body. She's over there. She's passed out. I didn't want to freak her out. She won't wake up until I make her.” Douglas pointed to his former body. He was sitting in a corner booth, Douglas' former body appeared to be unconscious. He was sitting in a chair with his head propped up by the back wall.

“No way. I don't believe you.”

“Would you believe me if I....” Douglas moved in close again and whispered in Neil's ear.

“Douglas would never do that. He's not gay.”

“Miss, we are ready to order,” a man called out from an adjoining table.

“I'll be right back with your beer,” Douglas told Neil as he turned to service the other table.

Neil kept his eyes on Douglas. “Was he moving like a woman?” Neil thought, but he wasn't sure. The body was entirely female, but what about his posture and gait?

Douglas took the order and walked to the kitchen. His hips were swaying as he went. If that was really Douglas, then he was purposefully swaying his hips just for Neil.

A couple of minutes later, Douglas returned from the kitchen, he was carrying a tray full of orders. Douglas stopped at a table and distributed the food.

“Who gets the buffalo shrimp?” Douglas asked.

Then he did the same at a second table before returning to Neil with his beer.

“If it is really you Douglas,” Neil stated, “then you can swap the body you are in now with mine. That is the only way I'll believe that you are really Douglas and not some woman playing a trick on me.” Neil smiled broadly because he knew that it was impossible.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yeah, let's swap bodies. I dare you!”

“OK, I'll do it. You have to close your eyes.”

“Hey!”

“OK, suit yourself.”

Douglas maneuvered behind Neil and touched him with both hands at the base of Neil's neck. Neil felt vertigo as he left his body and his sitting position to enter his new body which was standing. When his eyes returned to focus, he was standing over his former body looking at the back of his own head. He had never seen himself like this before.

Soon the sensations of the body he was in came to him. He could taste the lipstick on his lips. He could feel the tightness of his apparel. His pantyhose felt like they were constricting him. He could feel the lift emanating from his push-up bra. The hose was control-top and a size too small which felt taut around his lower body. The bra was designed to keep his C-cup breasts secure and high on his chest. Even the T-shirt was formfitting. He hadn't even noticed before the necklace that was bouncing between his boobs, but he could feel it now.

“What the ...” Neil heard the high-pitched womanly voice that he was saying.

Douglas turned his head and looked Neil in the eyes. “Believe me now?” Douglas said from within Neil's body.

“Oh my god, it's true!” Neil exclaimed as he instinctively reached for his new breasts.

“Don't do that. There are people around,” Douglas grabbed Neil by the wrist to prevent him.

“OK, let's swap back now. I have to get back to my normal body.”

“Hey, you got to be a girl for a few minutes.”

“Why don't you get the order for table six and then we'll swap back.”

“Yeah, right, sure.”

Neil turned to walk away. He was aware of every sensation of his body. He could feel the hose surrounding his foot inside his sneaker. He was shorter than his former body. He could tell his center of gravity was different and his longer hair tickled his shoulders and his breasts as he walked. His arms bumped into his wider hips as he let them swing loosely. He not only could taste the lipstick on his lips, but he could also feel the heavy coating of makeup on his face.

His face held a stunned expression as he entered the kitchen area.

“What's wrong?” someone Neil didn't know asked him.

“Umm, nothing,” Neil told her as he readjusted his expression into a smile.

“Order for table six ready?” Neil asked.

“It's right there. What is wrong with you today?”

“I'm OK, I'm OK.”

A moment later, a siren could be heard from outside. Then paramedics entered the restaurant.

“He's over there!” the manager pointed toward Douglas' body passed out in the corner of the restaurant.

The paramedics moved in close to Douglas. Everyone was forced to leave the vicinity of the unconscious man. No one was allowed to come near.

Douglas was horrified. He had to be in contact with his body to undo the swap. He might have had a chance to do it if he was in Cherie's body, but he was in Neil's. Swapping wouldn't have helped. Neil exited the kitchen to see what was going on. He didn't know what to do either. He tried to make his way to Douglas, but it was hard to move during the commotion.

The paramedics checked the vitals on Douglas' former body. He was stable but wouldn't wake up. There was something irregular with his heart, so the paramedics didn't want to use smelling salts to revive him. Finally, they put Douglas' body on a stretcher.

“Oh my god, they are taking my body away,” Douglas yelled although no one paid any attention to him.

“Does anyone know this fellow?” a paramedic called out.

As both the real Douglas and Neil were unsure as to what to do. Neither answered.

Soon it was too late, the paramedics had Douglas' body on the stretcher and pushed it out of the restaurant. Cherie still unconscious in Douglas' body was put in the ambulance and taken to the hospital.

Douglas and Neil looked at each other in disbelief.

End.