A/N: Well, I just couldn't leave you with a body swapping story without the body swap… at least not for long. Here's chapter 2, I hope you all like it. Thank you to my reviewers hawkeyedgal1995, jannika1990, and GoChlollie!
Chloe immediately knew something was wrong when she woke up the next morning. The sun was too bright and the alarm ringing did not sound like hers. She reached over to quiet the thing; what had she set an alarm for? She batted her hand where her alarm was, but nothing happened. She pried her eyes open to find herself in the Clock Tower.
Chloe catapulted out of bed, then nearly dropped to the floor with over whelming vertigo; everything was so much further down then it should be, and the mirror across from the bed told her why. The face looking back at her was just as confused as she felt. She went up to the mirror to make sure she was really seeing what she thought she was seeing. Sure enough, it was Oliver Queen looking back at her, clad only in a pair of emerald green boxer shorts.
Chloe frantically searched the room for Oliver's phone, shaking as she called her own cell number. This simply couldn't be happening, she couldn't be Oliver, and she certainly didn't want him to be her.
The phone rang several times before her groggy voice finally answered.
"Oliver?" Chloe asked tentatively.
"Speaking," Oliver said, and then there was a long pause.
"You're wondering what your still doing at Watchtower, aren't you?" Chloe asked, running her hand through her hair, or Oliver's.
"I'm wondering why I have boobs," he said. "And why I'm holding a phone with a pink princess case."
"Lois got if for me," Chloe said. "And stop looking at my boobs."
"Chloe?" Oliver asked.
"Morning, Hero," Chloe said. "We've come down with a case of the Freaky Fridays."
"You wear green lingerie to bed," Oliver said, she could hear the smirk in his voice. "I knew you were secretly an Arrow girl."
"Yes," Chloe said sarcastically. "I secretly want to get into your tights, oh Green Avenger."
"But seriously," Oliver said. "We can't be in each other's bodies, not today." Oliver got out of bed, smoothing the green satin down over his butt, feeling more than a little exposed. "Whoa, is this what the world feels like to you? Everything's so big."
"Haha," Chloe said. "Enough with the short jokes."
"We have to figure this out, Chlo," Oliver said, all joking gone from his voice. "I've got a board meeting in an hour, and they are not happy with me, mostly because my new company, you know the one funding the league, isn't making money."
"I can fix that," Chloe said. "Or at least the me in your body for the board meeting problem."
"How?" Oliver asked, searching the room for clothes, throwing on a pair of jeans that were lying over a chair.
"Bring our earpieces from Watchtower," Chloe said, going into his closet. "And get over to the Clock Tower."
"Um" Oliver said, holding up a green bra he had no idea how to use. "How do I work this bra?"
"Seriously?" Chloe asked. "The playboy billionaire can't put on a bra?"
"What can I say? I'm usually taking them off," he said. "And putting one on me isn't really in my wheelhouse."
"Put the bra in my purse, and I'll help you when you get here."
"One more question," he said. "Do you own anything but heels?"
"On the floor, I the back," she said.
"I'll see you soon, Sidekick," Oliver said, and hung up the phone.
Five minutes in Chloe's VW Bug and he was vowing to raise her pay, if only so she could get rid of the wretched space ship.
He waved at his doorman, Mike, who greeted him as the lovely Ms. Sullivan, which took him back a bit. The doorman at Watchtower had flirted with Chloe as well. He knew his Sidekick was stunning, but the only person who he ever saw flirting with her was Bart. He got in his elevator and punched in his code, and for the first time that morning, felt like he was on common ground.
Oliver found Chloe standing in his closet looking absolutely perplexed at his array of clothing. He pulled a pair of pants and a shirt and tie, before needing Chloe to pull down the jacket.
"So, this is what it's like to be tall," Chloe laughed, handing the jacket to Oliver, who placed it on his bed with the rest of the suit.
"Laugh it up, Watchtower," Oliver said, mildly amused as he watched Chloe sashay his hips around the room. "You need to butch up that walk, my dear, before you give me a reputation." Chloe tried to walk with less of a swish, and just ended up looking constipated. "We'll work on it."
After a bit of awkwardness with a trip to the bathroom for both, some issues with a tie, and more awkwardness with Chloe getting Oliver situated in her bra; they were ready to tackle Queen Industries.
"Are you sure this is the way these things are supposed to fit?" Oliver asked for the dozenth time, squirming around to try and get Chloe's bra to sit comfortably.
"Yep," Chloe told him, yet again. "Maybe after this you'll be more aware of what we women go through to make ourselves beautiful for you boys."
"That is if this thing doesn't make your boobs fall off, or break a rib," Oliver continued to fidget.
"Once we get to the office, you have to quit that," Chloe said, slapping his hand away from pulling at the bra. "You don't hear me complaining about walking with this thing between my legs."
"No, but you are walking like a gay cowboy," Oliver mumbled, trying to covertly rearrange the bra, again.
"I'm working on it," Chloe grumbled, not understanding how all men didn't walk funny.
As they walked into the maid doors of the Queen Industry building, Chloe couldn't help but notice how much attention Oliver got in her body, even in jeans and trainers. She watched as more than one man in the lobby, and a few women, stopped and watched as Oliver walked by. Chloe just shook her head and followed her petite blonde body through the lobby.