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Taylor Swift was enjoying a short break from touring, she'd spent the day relaxing, and was now ready for a nice dinner with a friend. She was putting on final touches in the bathroom when she felt a shiver run across her body, and suddenly, her life was turned upside down. 

She watched as her svelte figure widened in an instant, her arms becoming thick and jiggly, her dress clinging to a belly she didn't have seconds ago, and her dress completely unprepared to handle her new saggy tits which quickly outgrew and snapped off her bra, then sat on top of the dresses low neckline.

She could simply stare in horror for a while. This must be a dream, a nightmare. She pinched herself, wincing as she felt the extra skin and fat under it. She struggled to get her dress off, but it was clinging tightly to every one of her new curves. 

After a good 10 minutes panicking and hyperventilating, she finally calmed down. There must be a reason for this. Maybe it was an allergic reaction... or... psychosis. It had to make sense somehow. 

She searched her wardrobe, and found a bra left by one of her back up dancers, just big enough to contain and support her new tits that were already straining her back and shoulders. 

She sat down on her bed, exhausted. It was so much harder to carry around this kind of flab. She had to call someone... but who. A witch doctor? A therapist?

As she was trying to gather her thoughts, she froze as the same feeling that she'd felt across her body, now crept across her face. 

"Oh god no" She said, and covered her mouth. Instead of her normal dulcet tones, what came out of was nasally and high pitched. She gulped as she looked at the mirror across from her bed. 

Her face had changed as much as her body. Gone was her elegant bone structure, her beguiling eyes, her perfect face. Now she looked more like any girl working at a supermarket.

As she tried to comprehend what was happening, her phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number. It said

"Um, I have answers to any questions you have right now" and attached a selfie... OF HER

Taylor immediately dialled the number

"What the fuck is happening!" She yelled down the phone, once again cringing at the sound of her voice

"Yeah, this is kind of my bad." 

Taylor froze as she heard her own voice replying. Or... what used to be her voice a minute or two ago

"I'm Kelsey... well... um... you are, now, I guess" The woman on the other end replied. It was so unsettling to hear her own voice but in the completely wrong cadence, and with such little confidence "So, I found a genie"

"A fucking genie?!" Taylor screeched

"Yeeeah. And he was super nice, and gave me 5 wishes. And I think you're just the hottest. So I wished I had a body like yours. And... the genie twisted it so you had a body like mine. Sorry. And then I wished to have a body like yours before the first wish, and I got it, I look soooo good now. And then I thought, it's weird having my old face, right? So I wished I looked like you as well. And he granted it perfect!" Kelsey rambled, obviously nervous about talking to a celebrity

Taylor sat in stunned silence 

"And then I realised, like, you're probably super confused. So I wished for your number to explain things" Kelsey continued

Taylor was angry she'd been the target of such magical mishap, but let out a calming breath as she remembered that Kelsey had said she'd gotten 5 wishes.

"So, that's 4" Taylor said "So... you can use the final wish to wish me back to normal. I don't mind having a doppelganger out there. I'm flattered you thought I was hot enough to use all those wishes on" Taylor lied. She was so angry, but she needed to keep the girl on side

"Oh..." Kelsey replied "Erm... sorry... I already used that 5th wish."

"WHAT!?"

"Yeah. I was like, if I look like her. Well. I wished that everyone thought I was you, and vice versa. Check your ID"

Taylor scrambled and found her normal purse. She pulled out an ID. It wasn't hers... it couldn't be. "Kelsey Smith. 35 years old" she read to herself. 

"Yeah, so, I'm you now! As far as everyone else is concerned. So I figure you got 2 options" Kelsey continued "Either, you get out of that house, which is legally mine now, and you come live my life. It's not great. I'm single, and I work at a Walmart or..."

Taylor felt tears welling up and managed to choke out "Or what?"

"Or, I'm not used to living in such a fancy big house. So. You become my personal maid. I won't pay you, but you'll get to keep living in your house, but you need to stay in your room if I have anyone over. So, what do you want? 10 hour shifts at the register, or working for a beautiful, rich celebrity like I am?" Kelsey said, a hint of glee and malice. Taylor realised the woman was loving the power she had now. She spent half a second on the decision, it was awful, but it was an easy one to make

"I'll... I'll be your maid" She said as tears rolled down her face

"Great!" Kelsey said with excitement down the phone "Okay, I'm gonna order your uniform to the house, I want you wearing it and working by the time I get there. I'll see you soon!" and hung up

Taylor sat on her bed, she couldn't believe it. Everything she'd worked for down the drain. A strange woman stealing her life. And absolutely no way to fix it. When the shock of the situation wore off, she then had to deal with the shock of her new body. She'd never weighed this much before. She felt like she was moving through mud. Her belly jiggled with each step, her breasts bounced relentlessly. Later, she tried to sleep in the guest room (Kelsey had sent instructions on where she'd be sleeping from now on) and couldn't get comfortable. Every position meant skin rubbing against skin, fat folds caught underneath herself. 

The next day, a delivery man arrived with her "uniform". It must be a joke. But she knew it wasn't. An hour later, a text from Kelsey "Be home soon, hope you're working :)"

She wriggled into the absurd thing she'd been sent, and began working. She'd never done too much cleaning herself. How did maids do it? It was such hard work. She jumped when she heard the front door unlock and, unused to her new centre of gravity, fell over.

She looked up, and finally accepted her reality when her old body was in the doorway

"Wow" Kelsey said "Wow, I really didn't know how fat I looked until I got to be so skinny" and let out a cruel laugh. 

Taylor found herself frozen, admiring her old form, wishing and praying to everything in the universe something would happen and switch them back. But it didn't. She was just a fat, dull looking girl. Lucky to be working for such a massive celebrity

Kelsey seemed to take such glee in pushing Taylor around. She had all the power, and used it to humiliate her at random. Her favourite became sending her to work out. She'd hand over clothes far too tight, with no bra, and tell her to jog around town or she was fired. She went as long as she could, but had to stop regularly, sitting on park benches, sweating and panting, trying to ignore everyone's judgemental stares

Taylor had to do it. She had nowhere else to go. This is the best she could get, living in her old house, watching her old body go out and live a beautiful, exciting life. And, when Kelsey was home from touring, she'd bring home the most beautiful boy toys. Men Taylor would never be able to get in her current body. She'd come in unannounced, show them off, and then dismiss Taylor to her room. Kelsey knew what she was doing. She knew Taylor could hear everything. She knew Taylor would sit there, hearing her old voice squealing in pleasure. She knew Taylor would eventually give into her urges. Imagining she was back in her old life, that she was the one getting pleasured by men now way out of her league. And so it became a regular routine, Kelsey next door getting laid, and Taylor in her room, hiking up her uniform, and thinking about a life she'd never have again