"What are you thinking?" questioned Mark inquisitively.
"How about I swap your clothes?" Evan suggested.
"What, you want us to try on each other's clothes now?" Amy asked incredulously. "There's no way I'd fit into his."
"No, I'll use my power," Evan attempted to clarify, trying not to get too annoyed.
"Well, I bet I could pull off that skirt," Mark laughed.
"Ames, I need your permission," Evan explained, after a quick glance towards Mr. Taylor who was still droning on about how to calculate velocity.
"I guess it wouldn't be too bad," Amy reasoned as she surveyed Mark's rather plain outfit. "If it even works. You have my permission."
"You have mine too," Mark added with a grin, leaning back on his chair.
"Here goes nothing," said Evan, taking a deep breath.
"What the fuck?!" were the next words Evan heard exit Mark's mouth before his hands flung forwards to desperately grab hold of the desk to prevent himself from falling off his chair.
"Ahem," Mr. Taylor announced, examining the room to find whoever had interrupted his monologue, his eyes eventually landing on the corner Evan was nestled in. "After that outburst I doubt you'll mind staying behind after class Mr. Herbert," he said. He quickly attempted to draw the class's attention back to himself, and only after the last of his classmates had turned away did Evan turn towards Mark.
Rather than complaining about his punishment or drawing attention to the teacher's usage of his surname as he would have usually done, Mark's head was facing down towards his crotch, which was now covered by Amy's denim skirt. Amy tentatively turned around to face Evan. "How did you do this?" she whispered, gesturing to herself, wearing Mark's black t-shirt and jeans.
Evan looked at her with a deadpan expression plastering his face before responding. "I told you, I just got the power this morning."
Mark, who had up until now been running his hands along his slender tights-covered legs, finally turned to face the couple. "This is sick!" He proceeded to pull forward his now long-sleeved shirt to take a look at his chest before briefly hugging himself with his rather thin arms. "I'm wearing a fucking bra," Mark exclaimed.
Before long, class was over and Mark and Evan made a dash for the door to escape the classroom before Mr. Taylor noticed their absence. Amy quickly shook off her friends to join them in the hallway.
"No one's said anything yet," Amy began, glancing around. "It's like they don't know anything's happened."
"Well, what I know is that I am definitely rocking this skirt," Mark interjected, turning away from them and sticking out his bottom, attempting to strike a sexy pose.
"So now do you believe I swapped your physiques?" pressured Evan.
"Well..." said Amy, nervously biting her lip before Mark interrupted her.
"Sure man, whatever you say, now swap us back so I can see what it's like to be a giant."
"Hey!" Amy responded with her large arms crossed.
"Sorry," said Mark as he stood in front of her towering figure, his petite hands raised in mock surrender.
"Well, I need your permission," Evan said tentatively as her locked eyes with Amy.
"Okay," Amy gave in.
As soon as the words left her mouth Amy and Mark found themselves as their normal selves, albeit wearing each other's clothes.
"Woah, this is so weird," said Mark as his eyes darted around the hallway. Then, without warning, he grabbed Evan by his torso and picked him up off the floor. He twirled around for a bit with one of the broadest grins Evan had ever seen before placing him back down.
"Well, this will take some getting used to," Amy blushed as she angled her head to look up at the slightly dazed Evan's face. She averted her gaze and began examining her arms. "I feel so weak. No offense," she quickly added to Mark, who almost didn't notice her as he attempted to see whether he could reach the top of the lockers.
"I'm telling you, this is what you're supposed to look like," Evan assured her, dodging passing students.
"I guess, but this doesn't feel like me," Amy explained. "Can I just keep my height for the time being. This all just feels like too much right now."
"Ah come on," Mark whined. "You can't expect me to give up these guns this quickly," Mark flexed both arms, each muscle visible under the stretchy fabric of his new top.
Evan glared at his best friend, prompting him to back down. "It's just the height she wants for now, to ease her into this."
"Sure," Mark reluctantly agreed. "I guess my height doesn't matter if I'm this devilishly handsome," he continued, framing his face with his fingers and flashing a wide smile.
Amy returned to her taller height and breathed a sigh of relief, with Mark's smile briefly faltering as he shrunk but appearing back on his face almost instantly after. Next Evan reversed the clothes swap, prompting Amy to quickly face the wall and discretely cup her breasts to confirm she had her bra once again.
Amy turned back around and ran her hands along her sides. "These curves will take a while to get used to."
"Not for me they won't," Evan replied with a wink.
"Yeah, yeah we get it, I have a nice body," Mark interrupted, before remembering that it wasn't his in the first place.
"Oh crap, I've got to get to my next lesson," Amy realized and she bent down to plant a kiss on Evan's lips and dashed across the hall.
"So," said Mark, reaching up to slap his hand on Evan's shoulder. Evan turned to see the mischievous smile on his face he knew all too well. "What now bro?"
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