What Was She Thinking?

Edmond was pretty sure his maid Lea hadn’t fully thought out her plan. Whatever she did that caused them to swap bodies placed her inside his body, giving her access to his vast wealth, but he was also 80-years-old. Meanwhile, he was now in her youthful 20-something year old body -- and in complete control of what she would be eating. Edmond was also sure she didn’t know where his will was, nor the fact that he was planning to leave Lea and the rest of his home staff a significant amount of his fortune.

With all these considerations in mind, Edmond simply planned to slowly poison Lea. No one would even suspect foul play with what looked like a fairly tyical death of an old man. He’d be able to start a new life with essentially money he left for himself. Sure, he did feel a little bad about killing Lea in his body, but she had stolen it in the first place!

Oui, Monsieur!

Becoming a tech billionaire had turned Max into a complete jerk. He loved using throwing his money around to show his power. On a personal level, this didn’t attract many girlfriends, so he often resorted to hiring “escorts.”

Max was actually Roxanne’s first client. When she arrived, Max threw an outfit at her and told her to change. He smiled as she came out of the other room wearing the outfit he picked out. But when she opened her mouth to speak with a thick Brooklyn accent, he was angry. He didn’t think this was the classy escort he had been promised at all! Not that it would stop him at all as he undid his belt.

The Role Exchanger had other plans. The blue glow paused over Roxanne and Max, pulsing through them and a few other people nearby, swapping a number of traits between them all.

Max now stood in Roxanne’s body instead of his own. He felt nervous and shy. He quickly bowed to Roxanne, who was now in his former body.

Max now spoke with a soft feminine voice with a French accent, “What shall you have me, how you say, accompleesh?”

“Better start cleaning, you are my maid, aren’t you?”

“Oui, Monsieur!” Max bowed.

Made

“I can’t believe that after how much money I spent on this vacation I end up swapping bodies with one of the maids, and the resort actually expects me to do her job while in her body. What are the chances?” Chuck complained.

“I’ve been here a dozen times, and this is the first time it’s happened to me,” Doug interjected, “At least I’ll be checking out and swapping back to my own body tomorrow.”

“Uh...” Gavin added, “I was supposed to check out two months ago, and it never happened. They wouldn’t let me check out, I couldn’t get on the plane; I was just sort of stuck with this life. I hate to break it to you guys, but we’re all maids at Exchange Island’s resort now...for good.”

Maid Man

For years, Vivian hated the way her boss had treated her. Hugo Crump had employed her as a maid, but he treated her terribly. He overworked her, underpaid her, and forced her to wear skimpy outfits while cleaning. If she spoke up, he threatened to call immigration and have her deported. There didn’t seem to be much she could do until she heard about a new technology that allowed two people to swap bodies. Struggling to put some money aside, she finally saved enough. Then when he least expected it, she swapped bodies with Mr. Crump. He didn’t seem too upset by the swap. In fact, he just sat down and slumped in one of his large leather chairs.

“You better start doing what I say now, Mr. Crump,” Vivian tried demanding, “Or else I’m going to be the one to call immigration and have YOU deported.” Hugo laughed, “Good luck with that. It’s not like body swapping technology is exactly a secret. I have myself protected with plenty of counter technology and tons of insurance just to deal with this type of situation. I can easily identify who I really am to the authorities. And I’m sure you could only afford a one way swap, which means your stuck in my fat over the hill body unless I decide to swap back with you...which I have no inclination to do. In fact, I’ll call immigration myself, and they’ll soon be deporting your ass. Well, actually your ass is going to stay right here with me inside of the body connected to it.  You see, Viv, I always get what I want.”

Vivian was horrified.

Maid

“You can’t do this to me, Jennifer! You just can’t!” Kyle pleaded, “It was one thing to turn me into a woman with these enormous breasts, but how can you expect me to be your maid!?”

“Do you really think you have any sort of choice here?” Jennifer asked, “Your transformed body has no driver’s license, no social security number, no identification of any kind. As such, you’ll be doing as I say without question, so if I say you are my maid, you are my maid. It seems like a fitting punishment for cheating on me.”