Evan chuckled, the initial oddness of the age swap giving way to excitement. "Yeah, cool. What else should we try? The rules are pretty general."
Anna tapped her chin, a mischievous glint playing in her matured eyes. "Well, we swapped ages. How about... gender?" she suggested, a little hesitantly. "I mean, just to see what it's like? That's probably the biggest change we could make."
"Wow," Evan said, his voice still uncomfortably high-pitched. The idea was grandiose. But Anna was right: the power was in the experiment, and she was clearly a willing participant. "Okay, go ahead. But let's leave the age swap for now. So, you'll be a 17-year-old boy, and I'll be a 13-year-old girl."
Anna nodded enthusiastically. "Deal!"
Evan closed his eyes again, focusing on the concept of gender. He imagined Anna as a boy and himself as a girl. The sensation was even stranger than the age change. It wasn't just a shift in bones; it was a profound, complete reorganization of his entire body. He felt something sink in his stomach, followed by a sudden, startling lightness in his chest. His hips seemed to widen slightly, and his figure became more graceful. The jeans and T-shirt he was wearing suddenly became baggy in some places and tight in others, the fabric shimmering and changing size, adjusting to his new, feminine thirteen-year-old body.
Opening his eyes, he saw the chest of a tall, lanky seventeen-year-old boy. He looked up and saw a face that was unmistakably Anna's—same eyes, same nose—but now sharper, with a more defined jawline and a light stubble. Her shoulders had broadened, and the pink T-shirt she'd been wearing was now a neutral gray, clinging to her flat, masculine chest.
"Wow," Anna said in a surprised, slightly trembling baritone. She looked down at herself, patting her chest and stomach with large, unfamiliar hands. "This is... so weird. I sound like my dad when he has a cold." Then she looked at Evan, and her eyes widened. "Evan? Is that you?"
Evan looked at his phone. A girl was looking back at him. She had the same brown eyes and the same face shape, but softened, more graceful. Her hair had grown longer, falling in soft waves over her shoulders. She was short and slender, with barely noticeable curves. She wore a pink T-shirt with flowers and the word "Girl" and jeans that now hugged her new hips. "Yes... it's me," he said, startled by the sound of his own voice—light, melodic, and undeniably feminine.
Anna approached her from behind. "You look... like my little sister. A very sweet sister." She smiled a crooked, boyish smile that suited her new face perfectly.
Evan blushed, a strange and unfamiliar warmth spreading across his cheeks. "This is crazy. I feel... small. And light." She flexed her arm, noting the lack of defined muscles. "And weak."
"Hey, I feel so awkward and gangly," Anna said, stretching. "And everything feels... different. The way I balance, the way I walk." She took a few experimental steps, stumbling slightly. "Okay, I'll take some getting used to."
They spent the next few minutes exploring their new bodies, from the feel of their clothes to the subtle shift in their center of gravity. The power worked perfectly, and reality adjusted smoothly. To anyone else, they would have been just a teenager and a girl, hanging out, completely unaware of the incredible exchange that had taken place.
"So," Evan said, glancing at her reflection again. "What now? Do we stay like this for a while, or do we switch?"
Anna's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Let's not switch for now! This is a unique experience. We need to… I don't know, try it. See what it's like."
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