Mikayla grinned as she nearly waddled back to Brooke’s desk. Her boss had called her into his office to let her know that the Hammond account was getting a major bump in billings after their presentation a few weeks ago, and if she kept this up she’d be considered for a promotion next quarter.
Mr Peterson stared a little too long at Brooke’s plump rump as it strained the seams of her pantsuit and made the jacket flare out a little too much, but since Brooke was walking away, nobody was watching him.
Mikayla sat down at her desk, feeling her hips brush the armrests. Why did Brooke have such a narrow chair? She wondered if she should ask Nina the office manager for a chair without armrests. Or maybe just steal one…
Sara in the desk behind Brooke’s cubicle was away from her desk, and the desk next to Sara’s was still vacant. Glancing around surreptitiously, Mikayla squeezed herself out of Brooke’s tiny chair, rolled it over to the empty desk, and swapped them out. Sitting back down, her clump-mate returned. Sara didn’t comment on or even notice that Brooke had switched chairs. She was chewing on a bite of donut, flecks of glaze decorating her fingertips.
“Oh, are there donuts?”
“Yeah, Mark from accounting brought in a box. From that new place a few blocks from here.”
“Nice!”
Mikayla was in such a good mood from her “meeting” that she bounced up out of her chair, ignoring both the creak that it made and that the seams of her pants echoed. Walking across the office to the break room, Mikayla reflected on her life of the past few weeks. It had taken a little while to get used to moving Brooke’s larger body around, but there was something surreal about being up a little higher, and Brooke’s job was much more rewarding than Mikayla had expected.
Stepping into the break room, Brooke’s hips brushed against a man in his mid-30s who was walking out.
“Whoops, sorry Tom.”
“All good” Tom mumbled, barely audible. As far as Mikayla knew, Tom was unmarried and quite a severe introvert. Oh well, I.T. guys were all kinda weird, she guessed.
Stepping into the empty break room, Mikayla spotted the large box, light brown with a clear plastic window in the lid. Popping it open she deliberated between chocolate glaze and apple fritter. Deciding that the fritter was “healthier” she plucked one from the box. She intended to take it back to her desk but at that moment a vibration in her jacket pocket took her attention, so she sat at the break room table with her phone in one hand and pastry in the other.
Reading the message and responding back, Mikayla made plans with Ashley and Alexis for Friday night, then texted Brooke to let her know the details. Brooke texted back that she was having coffee with Olivia, of all things!
What??
Sorry, it just kind of happened. I’ll text you details later.
Mikayla wondered what had possessed her sister to have coffee with her best friend while they were in this state. It had been Brooke’s idea to keep this body-swap thing a secret in the first place. Mikayla had to admit it would have been pretty hard to deal with Brooke’s job if the truth had gotten out. And really who would have believed them?
Between answering texts and dealing with her sister’s drama, Mikayla realized suddenly that she was on her last bite of apple fritter. She hadn’t even really been able to enjoy it. Licking glaze off her fingers in a way Brooke had never done, Mikayla focussed on the way the sugary taste hit her tongue. Something about snacking in Brooke’s body felt different. She’d always thought she had a healthy appetite, but maybe there was a reason Brooke had always been a little chunkier than her.
Checking the clock on the wall, Mikayla decided there was enough time left until lunch that she could have one more little snack. She grabbed that chocolate glaze that she’d been tempted by a few short minutes ago, and headed back to Brooke’s desk.
A full five minutes later a blonde head popped up over her cubicle wall.
“Hey Brooke, Sara, some of the girls are going to Juanita’s for lunch, you in?”
“I brought my lunch today Julie, sorry!” The grey haired Sara replied.
“I’ll never say no to some chips and queso!” Mikayla added, smiling.
“Sweet, we’re gonna walk over at 11:45.”
“Ehh…” Mikayla wiped a leftover bit of chocolate glaze off the edge of her mouth. “I’ll probably just drive over.”
“Ohh, can I get a ride then?” Julie asked “I don’t mind walking but it’s so warm today.”
“You got it, Jules.”
Checking the time on her computer, Mikayla wondered if she should grab a soda from the vending machine. The donuts had dried her mouth out a little and lunch was still at least half an hour away…
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