At the last minute, Mick shoved his manicured hand between the elevator doors, forcing them to automatically open back up. He had Nancy cornered.
"Come on, Nancy," he said between heavy breathes. "You don't need to run. Just... Please give me back my staff."
Nancy squirreled herself into the furthest corner of the elevator, gripping the rod tightly to her flat chest. She refused to give it up. Not after she'd made it so far. "Leave me alone, Mick."
Mick was about to take a step closer when he felt a hand on his shoulder tug him out of the elevator and against the wall. "Ethan?" Mick found himself face to face with the man he thought he was in a relationship with. "What the hell are you doing?"
"What am I doing? You were chasing my girlfriend. What do you think I'm doing?" Ethan was confused as to why he'd lost so much height, why he was wearing heels and a bra, and most importantly, why he couldn't feel his dick in his briefs, but he put all of that aside for the moment when he saw his girlfriend being chased through the dorm. Nobody seemed to notice anything different about him anyhow.
"Girlfriend?" Mick suddenly realized that the staff must have switched his and Nancy's relationships. Judging by Ethan's stance, he was ready to fight. He threw his own hands up into a defensive position reflexively. "Oh, God. I don't want to fight you, Ethan."
"You should've thought about that earlier, you little freak!" He swings at Mick, catching him in the ear.
Mick stumbled back fast, his face contorting into a grimace. Shaking off the pain, he circled the man he thought was his boyfriend, looking for any kind of opening. Ethan circled Mick in return, taking careful steps in what Mick believed were Ethan's favorite date-night heels.
Meanwhile, Nancy stepped out of the elevator. She knew she should just leave while they were distracted, but she found herself completely dumbfounded by the events before her. Did Ethan really think he was her boyfriend? Did Mick really think Ethan was his? He hadn't said it outright, but Nancy could see it in his eyes. To her left, Salma Estévez, a girl with messy dark hair and olive colored skin examined the staff with curiosity.
"What's this?" Salma asked sweetly as she reached out to touch the golden staff of Tyche.
"No! Don't!" Nancy exclaimed a moment too late. A bright light engulfed her vision once again.
A moment later, the fighting had abruptly stopped. Mick was no longer conflicted about fighting Ethan as he now believed he was single again. He was ready to try and sweep Ethan's heels out from under him when Ethan simply walked away from the fight. After all, he was dating Salma. Why did he care about two strangers chasing each other through the halls?
Nancy found that she had been through yet another series of changes. Apart from the obvious relationship exchange, she found that her naturally pale skin had taken on a new olive hue. She also noticed she had much longer and fuller hair than before. She had always kept her hair in a tight bob before she swapped with Mick, but now Salma's pitch black hair roamed wildly down her back to just below her ribs. He noticed Salma now wearing Ethan's sneakers, which means the heeled sandals Salma was wearing are laying in the halls somewhere, just like the sneakers and the dress heels were before. Lastly, Salma was now the newest member of the football team. Nancy had lost what she never knew she had in exchange for Salma's dance classes.
"What just happened?" Salma asked, crossing her arms uncomfortably.
"I'll explain later," Nancy whispered.
For a long second, Mick and Nancy stared at each other, both wondering who would make the first move. Just as quickly as the chase had stopped before, Nancy bolted for the exit and Mick lunged, pinning her to the ground. Their eyes were only inches apart now. Their warm bodies were pressed against each other, rising and falling with every heavy breath. Nancy felt her new dick become erect, tenting the skirt of her party dress and jabbing Mick in the gut. Finally, she allowed the staff to roll out of her hand, stopping at Salma's sneaker-clad feet.
"Can we talk about this?" Mick managed to wheeze out between breaths.
"Depends," She responds equally breathlessly. "Can we look for my shoes first?"
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