A mother and son caught the Role Exchanger's attention. Jayne Grier was a woman in her early forties. She was fighting a constant battle with time and her own genes. She had always been heavy but it had gotten worse as middle aged approached. Still she fought it as best she could. Since dieting hadn't helped she fought it with clothing.

Terry was Jayne's son and at fifteen he could eat anything he wanted without gaining much weight. To be honest, both Jayne and Terry weighed pretty much the same thing, about 170 pounds. Except that Jayne was 5'1" and Terry was close to six feet tall.

Like many women, most of Jayne's weight deposited itself in her lower body. Her waist wasn't too bad, but her hips and thighs were mountainous giving her a classic pear shape. To combat this, she wore a knee length skirt which drew the attention of passers by away from her waist and down to her lower legs. She also wore a U-neck top that extended to just above her thighs whose design highlighted her ample C-cup cleavage.

Terry simply wore a t-shirt with a Yankee logo and some jeans.

Jayne's husband George was checking them into a fancy hotel and Jayne and Terry were waiting for him in the lobby. The Role Exchanger swapped the boy and his mother's clothing and fashion sense. Terry was now wearing his mom's top and skirt and was carrying her purse. Jayne was wearing his t-shirt and jeans. Inside the pocket of Jayne's jeans were her wallet containing her ID and credit cards. In another pocket she also carried her keys. The Role Exchanger didn't even wait to see what happened.

Jayne and Terry sat down. Jayne took the needlepoint she was working on out of a plastic grocery bag she was carrying and started knitting. Despite not wearing a skirt, Jayne sat with her knees crossed in her usual feminine fashion. Terry took his PSP out of his purse and started playing. His knees were farther apart than Jayne's would be in the skirt he was wearing, but the construction of the skirt kept his knees closer together than they usually were when he sat.

After waiting a while, Terry found that he needed to go to take a piss. Jayne's clothing weighed heavily on his bladder. Jayne told Terry that she would wait for him here. Terry got up, replaced the PSP into his purse grabbed it and walked to the men's room in his strappy sandals with a short one and a half inch heel.

Jayne continued knitting while he was gone. Many people saw her sitting there in her jeans and t-shirt but no one thought anything of it. Although they might have if she stood up and people saw that her full breasts weren't supported by a bra.

Once inside Terry had to take a stall. If he was wearing jeans, which he sometimes did he could just unzip, guide his penis over his panties and relieve himself. But they were on vacation in a classy place and so he was dressed up. He really had to go, but doing so wasn't as easy anymore.

The way he was dressed, he also couldn't just pull up his skirt and pull down his panties and sit down. That was harder than the zipper thing, but he couldn't do that either. What he had to do was remove his U-necked top. He did so and hung it on the hook on the stall door which also held his purse. This exposed both his bra and his body slimmer. The body slimmer was his favorite and most hated piece of lingerie that he wore. It made going to the bathroom so difficult sometimes and it was very tight. But it gave his body a sleek smooth line from his bra to his hips without showing his love handles or giving him a muffin top effect. His bra huge loosely on his undeveloped chest. Next he had to pull down his skirt. He couldn't get access to the bottom of the slimmer if he didn't pull down his skirt first.

He unfastened the button on the side of his skirt and then pulled down the side zipper underneath. He pulled the skirt down to just above his knees. Next he pulled his arms through the straps of the slimmer and lowered it down his body. As he pulled it down, it peeled off like a second skin. It was tight, it was supposed to be or it wouldn't have done any good.

He wished that the slimmer had a button hook and eye closure, but it had a cotton gusset instead. It was designed to be worn without panties. The only problem was that he also had trouble with his thighs and so he had to wear control top pantyhose, which he pulled down next. He also wore a pair of cotton panties. Technically he didn't need them, but everything else was so tight on him, he liked to wear something soft next to his more delicate regions. The panties came down too. Inside the gusset of the panties he had a maxipad which he ignored for the moment.

He was ready to pee now. Good thing, he was really in a hurry He sat down and realized that with all the clothes that had gathered at his knees he couldn't spread his legs apart far enough to get his penis through to pee. Since he was at a stall in a fancy hotel he didn't want to pee standing up. He hated when the seats of the toilets had pee on them. So he pulled all of his clothing down passed his knees to around his ankles. He then spread his legs apart, pointed his penis down through his legs and relieved his bladder just in time. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as his bladder emptied. During this time, a man had entered one of the other stalls to take a dump. Terry didn't think anything of it though.

He then started to redress. He started with his panties. Looking at them, he saw a stain on the maxipad. The stain wasn't too bad, but it was such a bother to get out of his clothes to get at it, he decided to change it now. He stood up with all of his clothes (except his bra) gathered at his ankles and took two small steps to reach his top and purse. He then took the top off the hook, grabbed his purse and put the top back and sat down. He then fished in his purse for a clean maxipad. Finding the pad he then put his purse back on the hook on the stall's door. The pad came in a wrapper. He then removed the pad from the wrapper and held it in one hand. Next he reached into his panties which were hanging from his knees and pulled out the used pad. He grabbed it carefully to keep the menstral blood off his finger. He then wrapped up the used pad into the casing of the new pad and then threw the pad and wrapper into the toilet. He hoped it wouldn't cause the toilet to overflow. He didn't worry about it too much, since he didn't ahve to clean it up. Besides it was the hotel's fault for not having a place to dispose of his pads in the stall itself. Then he pulled the backing of the new pad off and carefully inserted it into the gusset of his panties.

Finally he was ready to start dressing. He stood up. He pulled his panties the rest of the way up first. Then he pulled up his pantyhose. He had to make sure the hose were perfectly smooth from his ankles to his waist. This wasn't easy since his other clothes obscured his view. The tightness of the hose minimized his penal bulge. He then had to pull up his slimmer. It was tough because it was so tight, even though he didn't have his mom's hips. (The role exchanger resized the clothes for both Terry and his mom as part of the exchange) But he finally got it up and put his arms through the thick straps. The slimmer made his penal bulge even less noticeable than before. His clothing was starting to push on his bladder again, but it was empty now. The next thing he did was pull up his skirt. The skirt was sheer, but he didn't need a half-slip today. He fastened the button on the side of the skirt and then pulled up the zipper underneath. Then he took his top off the hook and slipped it over his head. It came down to his lower hips. Grabbing his purse and slinging it over his shoulder, he left the stall.

Behind him the toilet flushed itself. Next he went to the sink to wash his hands and check himself in the mirror. He opened his purse to get some lipstick. Inside his purse was everything he needed. It contained his makeup, combs and other hair products, an emery board incase he chipped a nail, his wallet containing his id and some money, his keys and his PSP. He freshened his makeup and then had to take a step back so he could see his clothing to make sure there were no kinks, love handles or unwanted bulges. Everything was perfect.

When he left the restroom, the man who arrived while Terry was in the stall finished his business and left the stall. He saw a hint of Terry's skirt as Terry left the room. He thought of going after Terry. But decided against it. He thought it most have been a woman who made a wrong turn.

When he got out, Jayne "What took so long?" she inquired. Thinking about it for a second Terry replied, "Looking good takes time." His father was finally done with the checking in process and joined his family. Seeing them there he was too flabbergasted to say anything. But he would have a long talk with his wife and their son when they got to the privacy of the room.

On the way up to the room, the Role Exchanger found them again. This time the Role Exchanger changed the position in the family of Terry and George. Terry now considered himself the father of the family and George was the teen son.

Once they got into the room, George told Terry, "What are you wearing?" Terry's outfit was much more out of place than Jayne's.

Terry didn't think anything was out of place. He had just checked himself in the mirror so he knew everything was fine. He assumed that something must have gotten ripped or maybe he was trailing some toilet tissue from the bathroom. He looked down and didn't see anything, "Why what is wrong?"

"The way you are dressed. Why are you wearing Mom's clothing?"

"I'm not, what are you talking about?"

"You are wearing Mom's skirt!"

"This is my skirt, Mom doesn't wear skirts." Then looking at what Jayne was wearing Terry said to Jayne. "We have just checked in, you have to put on something nicer for dinner."

"What is wrong with what I am wearing?" Jayne said.

But George wasn't finished. "What Mom is wearing??? You are dressed like a girl."

"A girl??? You stop this silliness right now!" Terry said while raising his voice and taking a more commanding posture.

"You are dressed like a girl."

"I am not dressed like a girl," to Terry he had always worn these clothes and there was nothing wrong with them. He thought the clothes he was wearing were the proper clothing for him including the bra which served no useful purpose since he didn't have any breasts to support. He considered what he was wearing to be perfectly appropriate for himself, although if he saw a boy wearing the same thing he would think it just as odd as George did. "I have had enough of this young man. Your room is over there, go and unpack." Terry's tone indicated he had had enough. George knew that tone well and didn't dare cross it.

"But..."

"Go now, George," Terry said using all the authority he had as head of the household. George retreated to do as he was told.

Once George has left the room Terry said to Jayne, "Can you believe that boy? I don't know what got into him. The outfit is new, but...I just don't know. What do you think?"

"It's a nice skirt set, I guess." Jayne said answering with the interest of a fifteen-year-old boy.

Changing the subject from what Terry was wearing to what Jayne was wearing Terry said, "This is a nice place, you have to put on something nicer. How about a dress shirt and a pair of slacks?"

"But this is comfortable."

Terry opened the suitcase and looked through it finding what he was looking for. He pulled out a pair of slacks with a matching shirt. Terry knew they would be there, they were packed just for this occasion. He handed the clothing to her.

"Oh, OK." Jayne got undressed and put on the offered clothing. Terry also gave her some shoes and dress socks. It was understood that Jayne couldn't wear sneakers and athletic socks.

Terry decided to wear a dress instead of the skirt set he was wearing. It was a nice set but he wanted to get even dressier. He took a nice black dress off the hanger. He also got a black half slip since the skirt of the dress was a bit sheer. Since he didn't have to change out of his slimmer putting on the dress and slip only took a couple of minutes. He did have to readjust his makeup for an evening look which did take over fifteen minutes. Terry also replaced the shoes he was wearing. A pair of sling-back pumps with a two and a half inch heel was more appropriate with the little black dress he wore. Terry considered changing his pantyhose to one of a sheer black color, but decided that nude was just fine for the occasion.

When Terry was finished with his makeup he saw George and Jayne waiting for him. George looked very nice in his suit. Terry thought that Jayne looked fine in her slacks and dress shirt. But she really didn't. Without the support clothes that she used to wear she looked dumpy and uneven. Her breasts hung low on her chest without a bra. Her stomach extended over her belt. Her cellulite was unrestrained on her thighs and she her rolls of back fat were clearly visible without her slimmer. It wasn't a pleasing site. George knew that Jayne looked bad and that Terry looked ridiculous, but he didn't dare say anything.

They left the room and walked down the hall towards the elevator. Jayne and Terry were in front and George trailed behind. Jayne still walked like a lady even though she was wearing men's dress shoes. Terry walked mostly like a boy. The shifting of his weight because he was wearing heels did give him a slight sway in his hips that was do to his shoe choice not any conscience (or subconscience) effort to walk like a woman. His purse swung loosely by his side and he held it by the strap in his right hand.

They passed an odd site on the way to the elevator. A four year old boy was pushing an adult woman in a large stroller. The woman looked perfectly normal except that she was being conveyed in that manner. Terry and Jayne looked at each other and shrugged but didn't say anything.

In the lobby, people noticed them and some stared although most were polite enough to avert their eyes when they saw Terry and family looking their way. There were several swaps done by the Role Exchanger but none were as obvious as Terry. Terry thought people were looking at Jayne. Even though she was dressed nice, she wasn't as dressed up as Terry nor George. George who was still wearing his suit.

The Role Exchanger made several changes. There were people who were chain smoking that had never smoked before today. There were people talking about sports or politics who hadn't an interest or knowledge of the subjects before today. There were two couples one of two men and one of two women who used to be mixed gender couples before today. There was an exchange of height between a man and his date. There were other exchanges too numerous to mention.

Since Terry and family hadn't known these people before he didn't know anything strange had happened. To all these people it was Terry's family that seemed strange, not realizing the changes in themselves. Only those who worked at the restaurant knew that the host was really a waiter and a waitress should have been the hostess seating them. Everyone at the restaurant was professional enough not to mention the odd dress of Terry and to a lesser extent Jayne.

Dinner was pleasant and the bill was charged to the room.

George was uncomfortable about his parent's attire, but he couldn't say anything. He had made a fuss before and he knew not to say anything again. The one time he was going to comment about the people staring at them, Terry gave him a look and George silenced himself.

When dinner was done, George excused himself. He wanted to get away from his oddly dressed parents and maybe find a cute girl. George had behaved himself so Jayne and Terry didn't have a problem with him exploring the hotel. They told him to be back at the room at 10. Jayne and Terry didn't mind the alone time in a room at a five star hotel.

George went to the lobby to look for girls. He spied two sixteen-year- old girls who were obviously friends. He wished he had a friend with him to make them two couples. It would be easier with a wingman. He followed them and looked for an opportunity to strike up a conversation. But the girls were having none of it. They didn't like being hit on by a creepy older man in his forties. George took the hint and left the girls alone. It wasn't the first time he had struck out. He didn't know that later the Role Exchanger had switched the ages of the two girls with an elderly couple in their late sixties.

George struck out time after time. He might have gotten arrested or at least talked to if the head of security hadn't had an encounter with the Role Exchanger. The head of security was much more worried why he had the penis of a two year old than to worry about any of the strange happening at the hotel.

Eventually George returned to the room. He found Jayne and Terry in bed together. Jayne was wearing a pair of blue pajamas and Terry was wearing a nightgown. They were watching TV when he came in. Jayne asked him how it went. "Fine" was all that he said before retiring to his own room.

Emd.