The Role Swapper floated in and around the mall looking for victims to swap. The Role Swapper didn't think of those it encountered as victims. However, those involved with the Role Swapper would disagree.

As the sun was starting to dip low outside the bustling shopping mall the Role Swapper noticed an eighteen-year-old skateboarder rolling along the smooth pavement near the entrance, weaving in and out of the light poles and benches with practiced ease. He was tall and lean, his hair a messy tumble under a backward cap, his hoodie just a little too big, and ripped jeans worn with pride. His skateboard clicked rhythmically beneath him, the wheels buzzing as he kicked up speed. A few younger kids as well as the Role Swapper watched him, the little kids in awe, but the rest of the crowd flowed in and out of the mall without much thought.

Suddenly, an indignant voice cut through the air.

"Young man! Young man!" a woman barked from across the lot. Her voice was sharp, the type of tone that seemed practiced and designed to command obedience. She was a middle-aged woman with short, highlighted blonde hair that sat in a rigid bob. She was dressed in a pressed blouse, fitted slacks, and immaculate white sneakers that looked like they'd never touched dirt. She had all the signs of a "Karen": one hand on her hip, her lips pursed, and a fiery determination in her eyes.

The skater looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes, muttering, "Here we go..." before kicking his board forward with another push. He didn't pick up much speed, though---just enough to keep a comfortable distance between them.

The Role Swapper enjoyed the exchange as it made its first swap between them. The underwear of the pair was swapped between the two although neither knew anything had changed. The woman's breasts sagged slightly as her full-coverage Bali wireless T-shirt bra in deep cerise which supported her breasts disappeared from her body along with the matching Bali lace high-rise briefs. Both transferred to the skater's body. The Karen was now wearing men's Hanes briefs in its usual white. Although the young man was wearing a bra, since he didn't have any breasts that needed support, the cups flattened under his shirt.

"Hey! You can't just skateboard here!" the Karen shouted, following him with brisk steps, her arms waving emphatically as if her gestures alone would stop him. "This is private property, young man! You're disturbing the peace!"

The skater simply shrugged, gliding in a slow, lazy arc around her as she tried to catch up. "It's just a parking lot, lady," he called back, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Relax."