Ellen was waiting with thinly-veiled patience while sitting in the waiting room of her local Swap Clinic. She had lost count of how many times she glanced at her watch waiting for the person she would be swapping that special something with.

"How much longer will she be?" she asked herself aloud.

She was thinking about approaching the front desk to see if they could get in contact with her swap partner when she was startled by a woman's voice from the room's entrance.

"Excuse me, are you Ellen Logan?"

Ellen stood up as she turned to the woman with a smile on her face.

"That's me, but please, just call me Ellen," she responded while offering a hand to shake.

The woman took it in stride, "Then you can just call me Anne," she said with a smile of her own at finally meeting her in person for the first time. "Sorry I'm late. I had the worst luck finding a parking spot nearby," she explained. "Thanks for being willing to swap with me, you have no idea how much this means to me. I thought I would have to give up so much for what you're giving me. I really appreciate it. And if there's anything else you'd like from me, please let me know. It's the least I can do," she gushed.

Ellen just shook her head, "Nonsense, you are giving me exactly what I wanted," she told Anne.

To Ellen, Anne was an above average looking woman according to her observation. A girl next door type of attraction if she were to guess, not that she had any attraction to Anne or any other woman as she was straight as an arrow but that didn't bother her any. Anne was actually a male to female transtionee who'd thought she completed said transition when swapping genders with another going the other way. Anne had turned out rather well with one exception. She was still plagued with, to what Anne would say, unsightly body hair. An apparent blight on Anne's now otherwise happy life.

Ellen was here to do a straight swap with Anne. They would trade body hair. Up until the near future Ellen thought herself cursed with having unable to grow any body hair save for the barely-there peach fuzz.

Ellen's friends would chastise her for wanting a hairy body when they would "torture" themselves with near ritual waxing in effort to getting rid of what they would call unsightly body hair. Ellen couldn't explain her desire to her friends in a way that they would understand but they were thankfully accepting, if a little confused on the matter. Some of them would even ask if she wanted to be a man, to which she would always reply with a resounding "No!" She loved being a woman and wouldn't give it up for anything, not even this.

No, it stemmed for deeper than something like that. Back when she and her twin brother were born, thier mother died from complications. So, it was just thier dad, their older brother and her and her twin brother growing up. And she noticed that her dad was beaming on her brother's as they grew up through adolescence, him saying that now that they had hair on thier chest, they were men. That's not to say her dad never treated her any less. She was, after all, daddy's little girl and loved her all the same. It was just that she felt she couldn't connect to the rest of her family like they did, and some part of her seemed to think it had to do with them having body hair as strange as it was. And while she wasn't resentful of the fact she couldn't grow body hair. She did have to admit she was jealous and yearned for the comraderie her brothers seemed to share between themselves and her dad.

Ellen's reverie was broken when Anne suggested they get the show on the road and Ellen couldn't agree enough. Soon after confirming thier appointment they were ushered into a room that had two human sized pods in them. The female worker asked the pair to disrobe before entering the pods. They did so and quickly entered. It didn't matter which one either entered but Ellen favored the left.

As the door to the pod closed Ellen in, she was practically vibrating with excitement. "Oh my God, this is happening!" she squealed, she almost couldn't lay still.

The inside of the pod began to fill with a low hum that slowly grew in pitch and intensity. Just before Ellen expected something like a bang or a zap, the humming suddenly started cycling down and once the pod was quiet again the door opened letting her out.

As Ellen sat up, she turned to the worker, "Did something go wrong with the machine? Why did you STOP?"

The worker just smiled at her, "Nope, everything went fine and the swap was a complete success."

Ellen just sat agape before what she said sunk in and she looked down at herself. What she saw brought a huge grin to her face. She ran her hands up and down her arms reveling in the feeling of long coarse hair on her limbs and torso. Back when she reached out to Anne and confirmed the swap she asked her to stop shaving and waxing so she could get the full effect after the swap happened.

Needless to say, Ellen wasn't disappointed. After the two redressed, the two couldn't help but hug each other in thanks. Anne thanking Ellen for helping her look and feel more like a woman she now was. And Ellen thanked Anne for helping her feel more in touch with her family.

The two left the Swap Clinic feeling better about thier lives.

THE END.