Mrs. Kenworth, the formidable high school principal, exuded an air of authority and confidence as she strides through the school hallways. Her maroon outfit, a tailored dress that complements her plus-size frame, commands attention and respect. The rich color of her attire matches her no-nonsense attitude and the seriousness with which she approaches her role. Her hair, neatly styled, frames her round face, and her sharp eyes miss nothing as she oversees the bustling school environment.

Today, she is dealing with a particularly serious matter involving Anthony, a senior at the high school. With a firm but calm demeanor, Mrs. Kenworth calls Anthony to her office. As he enters, she gestures for him to sit down. Her office is impeccably organized, with certificates and awards adorning the walls, a testament to her dedication and accomplishments.

"Anthony, we need to talk," Mrs. Kenworth begins, her voice steady and unwavering. "I've reviewed the incident report, and I'm afraid your actions leave me with no choice but to suspend you from school." She watches as Anthony's face falls, the weight of her words sinking in. Mrs. Kenworth is known for her fair but firm disciplinary measures, and she makes it clear that this decision was not made lightly.

She picks up the phone on her desk and dials Anthony's parents' number, her expression softening slightly as she speaks with them. "Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, this is Mrs. Kenworth. I'm calling to inform you that Anthony has been suspended from school. I need you to come and pick him up as soon as possible." She hangs up and turns back to Anthony, whose expression has changed.

"Your parents will be here shortly," she says, her tone softening further. "I want you to understand that this suspension is not just a punishment but an opportunity for you to reflect on your actions and make better choices in the future. You're a bright student and I believe you can turn this around."

With a bemused smile on his face, Anthony removes his cell phone from his pocket.

"Anthony, this is a serious matter. Put that away!"

Anthony continued to manipulate the icons on the phone. If Mrs. Kenworth could have seen the screen of his phone, she would have seen an icon which represented her and an icon which represented Anthony.

Not used to being ignored, Mrs. Kenworth tries to move in her seat. She wanted to rise, but she isn't able to. Before she could think to scream, she blacks out for a moment. When awareness returns, she looks up to where she had been seated a moment before. She sees her own body.

Mrs. Kenworth looks at a face she knows better than any other. The smiling face of a woman in her fifties. Her red lipstick surrounds her pearl-colored teeth. She knew the shade of lipstick was called Ruby Wu. She remembered the last time she had purchased that shade. Her eyes, sharp and perceptive, are framed by thin, stylish glasses that rest on the bridge of her nose. They still look down at her. She had never seen them from this vantage point, except maybe in a photograph. She sees her hair, a well-kept blend of silvery strands and natural brown, styled neatly into a professional bob that frames her round face. She had been to the stylist just last week.

Her maroon outfit, a meticulously tailored dress purchased from Nordstrom which fits her form perfectly, exudes professionalism and authority. The color, a deep, rich shade, contrasts strikingly with her fair skin, adding a touch of warmth to her otherwise stern appearance.

Her dress is complemented by a simple, elegant necklace that rests just above her neckline, drawing attention to her poised and confident demeanor.

As her body sits behind her former desk, the body's posture is straight and unyielding, a testament to her authoritative role as the high school principal. Her desk, clutter-free and organized, reflects her meticulous nature. On it, a few personal touches stand out: a family photo in a silver frame, a mug that reads "World's Best Principal," and a small potted plant, adding a touch of life to the otherwise serious environment.

Her hands, adorned with a couple of simple rings, rest on the desk as she speaks, her fingers occasionally tapping lightly to emphasize the point. Mrs. Kenworth notices the way her maroon sleeves slightly flare at the wrists, revealing a classic watch that hints at her punctuality and disciplined nature.

Mrs. Kenworth wanted to stand, to scream, to do anything, but she was fixed in place. She was terrified, but she couldn't even moved the muscles in her face to alter her expression. Not that it was her face, she had the face and body of an 18-year-old man.

"I'm not on suspension, Mrs. Kenworth, you are!" her former body told her. I'll be right here taking care of all of your business while you are thinking about your actions. When you the suspention is concluded, I'll give you your body back. But not before."

The enormity of what had happened was sinking into Mrs. Kenworth.

"I want you to be a good boy while you are home. Don't let anyone know what has happened here. No one would believe you. It would just be harder for you."

Anthony in Mrs. Kenworth's body allowed her to speak. She wasn't allowed to yell though.

"Why?"

Anthony didn't answer. He simply shook his head and continued to smile.

As they waited for his parents to arrive, Anthony sits with Mrs. Kenworth, offering her a sympathetic ear and a few words of advice. Despite the severity of the situation, he maintains his composure. When Anthony's parents finally arrive, Anthony stands up and shakes their hands, explaining the situation, saying that their son has been suspended for three days. As they left, Anthony watched his former body exit the office with his former parents. They had no idea that the boy they are escorting out of the office is a middle-aged woman trapped in their son's eighteen-year-old body.

During the swap, Anthony obtained all of Mrs. Kenworth's knowledge. He knew everything she had ever learned and all about her life. He knew enough to impersonate her flawlessly. But he wasn't concerned with what he knew.

Alone, Anthony could take stock of his new body. He had never been this heavy, this old, nor this female. He moved his hands up and down his body enjoying the feel. He lingered on his breasts and crotch, as any boy would. There was apparel between his hands and his body. He could feel his dress and a stiff bra underneath when he paused at his breasts. At his crotch, he could tell that his panties were softer than his bra. He didn't need to see them to know which pair of panties he was wearing. He knew it just as well as he knew any other detail of Mrs. Kenworth's life. It was a Bali's Skimp Skamp in Smokey Purple Mauve. The bra was a Playtex 18-Hour Ultimate Lift & Support Wireless Bra in Rustic Berry Red.

Anthony circled the office. He had never worn heels before, not even the sensible one-and-a-half-inch heels he was wearing now. He felt the pantyhose on his thighs brush past each other as he walked. He returned to his seat and then felt the smoothness of his hose on his shins.

Anthony tapped the intercom on his desk. "Janet, can you ask Mrs. Alfonso to come to the office."

He waited for his partner in crime to arrive. By now, just as he was in the body of the principal, his best friend was in the body of the guidance counselor Mrs. Alfonso.

He waited for a couple of minutes and then exited Mrs. Kenworth's office, to the outer office where the receptionist sat. He waited impatiently until Mrs. Alfonso entered. Their eyes meet, and with broad smiles, they move towards each other, exchanging a friendly kiss on each cheek.

"Margaret, you look absolutely stunning in maroon! It suits you so well, really brings out the warmth in your complexion," Mrs. Alfonso exclaims, her voice brimming with enthusiasm.

Mrs. Kenworth beams, clearly pleased by the compliment. "Oh, thank you, Carla! But look at you! That pearl blouse is just divine, and the navy skirt---so elegant! You look like you stepped right out of a fashion magazine."

They both laugh their admiration for each other's attire seemingly genuine but expressed with an exaggerated flair. Anthony smooths the front of his dress, the deep maroon fabric catching the light, while Mrs. Alfonso, Anthony's best friend Cory in disguise, playfully twirls a bit, showing off his ensemble.

"You always have such impeccable taste," Anthony continues, his eyes sparkling with delight. "And those heels! I don't know how you do it, but they are fabulous."

Cory chuckles, a touch of pride in his eyes. "Oh, these old things? Just something I threw on. But thank you, Margaret. Coming from you, that means a lot."

"I wanted to talk to you, come into the office," Anthony leads his best friend into what is now his office.

Janet, Mrs. Kenworth's receptionist, returned to her work after the odd exchange she witnessed.

"It worked!" Anthony gushed.

"I told you it would."

"I don't know who got the better deal. I'm the principal, but you have that sexy body."

"I'm not complaining. How does it feel to be a woman?"

"It's different, but it's indescribable too. I mean it sort of feels normal. I'm not tingling or anything."

"I know. I wish I could take off all my clothes and just look at myself. But, as usual, I'm stuck in school."

The pair laughed.

"Did you bring the records?" Anthony asked.

"Of course I did. I'll change the written records and you change the computer records and we are straight-A students."

"You think we should be all 'A's? Won't that look suspicious?"

"To who? The principal, Mrs. Alfonso? What are they going to do about it? They'll be scared shitless. They're be counting the days until we are out of here. That is if we let them remember what happened."

"You think we should?"