Look! I Even Got This Right!

"Mrs Daniels. Please come into my office right away?"

Rebecca sighed, picked up her notebook, and made her way into her bosses office. Rebecca had been working for the same company for many years and had a great friendship with her coworker Angela. Recently though, Angela had managed to get a promotion. There was quite a bit of speculation as to just how Angela had achieved a middle management position with no experience behind her. Since then, their relationship had strained and then completely fallen apart when Rebecca was assigned as Angela's Executive Assistant.

Angela had changed and made a point of looking down at her former friend. Making many unreasonable demands on her and basically making her life hell. Rebecca believed this was because she had not tried to stifle the rumours about Angela getting on her knees and back to get her new position. In fact, Rebecca night have gone out of her way to spread that rumour. Oh well, she was paying for it now.

Rebecca took a big breath and then walked in the office. Something was different, but Rebecca couldn't quite put her finger on what ot was.

Angela sat there with a somewhat mischievous smile on her face, swinging back and forth in her chair. "So 'Mrs Daniels, what do you think?" Angela said with a giggle and a full spin around.

"I'm sorry ma'am. I don't understand what you're referring to? Can you be more specific please?" Rebecca said with some confusion. Oh God! What did I forget that I'm about to pay for. Was there something I was supposed to do?

As Rebecca thought about what she could be forgetting, she heard another giggle and looked over to Angela looking at her very intently. Something Rebecca found unnerving.

"So!" Angela continued "Did you have any trouble getting Jeremy off to school this morning? He didn't fight you on it or do anything unusual?"

Rebecca was a bit shocked. They hadn't spoken about anything personal in weeks. Did she know that Rebecca's 10 year old son was acting unusual this morning? How could she know that? Was she still speaking to Josh, Rebecca's husband? Surely not, after all the complaining she did about Angela at home.

"Um, well he did seem a bit confused this morning ma'am. He went about his daily routine like he was on auto pilot. He tried to tell me that he shouldn't be going to school, but when I asked him why that was, he couldn't tell me. The more he tried to think of something, the more he said his head hurt. Thank you for asking, but can I ask why you're asking?" Rebecca said

Angela laughed again and spun around a couple more times in her chair, "Oh you are so going to laugh. Mommy, it's me! Jeremy! What do you think? Did I do a good job? I seemed to know mostly what to do with make up and and clothes. My gosh, look! I even got this right. I knew to line these up.: he said as he lifted his leg and showed the seem on his nylons in a near perfect straight line. "These clothes feel funny, but nice and I feel oh so pretty.  So? What do you think?"

Rebecca sat there with her mouth hanging open. She was confused and didn't know what to say.

"Oh mommy. I was so upset at how angry you were at aunti Angie and thought I should help you, so I wished on a shooting star last night. I wished to help you but for auntie Angela to not be able to get mad or tell you off for it. When I woke up, I was at auntie Angela's house and in her bed. That man that is her boss was naked beside me. Hey mommy. Will my willy get that big when I'm older? I couldn't believe it fit in me. Do you have a special place where you can fit one too?"

"Oh my god! Jeremy? Is hat you? How did this happen. What can we do to fix it?" Rebecca said in a panic.

"Oh, it's ok mommy. I think this can help you?" Jeremy said before clearing Angela's throat and saying, "I mean, I believe this is for the best Mrs Daniels." and gave Rebecca a playful wink.

"No, no, no, no, no! Jeremy, sweetheart. We have to get you out of there and back in your own body. Where was this sar and how did you make the wish? Let's look online and see what we can find. We'll fix this hunny. Mommy promises!"

"No mommy. It's ok. With me as Angela, you won't have to be so angry anymore. I'll be a much better boss and make sure you have fun at work and smile like you used to. Anyway, that guy from this morning, Mr Franklin, oh he said to call him Craig, promised to take me somewhere fun for dinner tonight and said he wanted to play later. He's buying me a new play outfit for it. So for now, go back out to your desk and we'll talk mire about this later. This is going to be so much fun and I get to see you more now too. Shoo shoo. We both have to do work." and with that, young Jeremy turned Angela's body back towards the desk and began rifling through some papers.

He seemed to almost know what he was doing, so was this a freak accident, or was Angela playing a prank on her. Was this the beginning of something good, or a new, more miserable time with her new boss/ex friend?

Rebecca just sighed again and decided she'd talk to her son tonight, or whoever she sent off to school this morning, and maybe her husband and figure thigs out from there. For now, she better get back to work, just in case.

It Has To Be Here Somewhere

Crystal was starting to panic. "It has to be ere, somewhere!", she called out.

"Maybe it rolled under the chair. Here, I'll have a look.", Robert said as he carefully got back down on Crystal's knees to pretend to look for a ring he had already hidden.

Robert and his secretary Crystal had been having an affair for quite some time now. It's what had allowed Crystal to have such a lavish life. Yes, she had some action on the side, other than hr boss, but no one that was really a stand out, so she had continued to regularly fuck her boss. Oh he wasn't a bad lover, didn't mistreat her and was continually giving her pay raises and he more than occasional bonus here and there. She had so much money these days, it's almost as if she didn't have to work, but of course, what else would she do and what f the money ran out?

She had been further surprised when she had been given a two week, all paid vacation starting next week at a small island in the Pacific. A little bure on the beach, all to herself. She had gone and bought the tiniest little bikinis to show off her body on the beach. At first she thought Robert, who had given her the trip and paid for it, would find a way to come along too, but when she found out it was just her and that numerous family commitments ensured he wouldn't be able to just pop in, she started making plans to have a couple weeks of absolute debauchery.

Of course, that had made her a little bit extra horny at the thought, so she had gone out of her way to get some extra sessions in with the boss. She said it was to thank him, but it was really to get her off as much as possible before she went and fucked as many hot random guys as she possibly could for the next two weeks.

Over the last year or so, they had added some extra spice to their sex sessions, (Robert called it love making, but Crystal secretly just laughed at that. It was fucking and pure sex. Nothing else!) when Robert had found a pair of matching rings that allowed the two of them to switch bodies.

Crystal hadn't believed it was real so the first time they did it was quite a shock. She freaked out and they had to switch back fairly quickly. The second time she was a little more prepared, but they still spent a couple hours getting used to each others bodies. The third time they got naked as each other and helped the other explore their host body.Where to touch, how and with what. That got Crystal very curious as to what this large new appendage attached to her could do, and from the next time on, she made a point of using Robert's dick to fuck her own body, well!

She often found that she was more sore after she had been the one using Robert's dick than when he used it himself. That was a little bit erotic for her and she soon found herself finding excuses to be in his body to work his cock in and ou of her own body.

Come to the Friday before she was supposed to go away. She wore a simple shirt and skirt and her favourite red heels. Robert loved them. Wearing them that is. She knew it would seal her chance to be Robert once more before she went away. She wanted the memory of what it felt like after she had fucked herself, compared to the other guys she'd soon have. In reality, she was hoping that if she gauged it, she would be able to prove that she was a better lay than they were.

Robert had tried to make things move along faster than normal by getting down on Crystal's knees right away and giving her a fantastic blow job. She wondered if it was as good as the ones she gave? Regardless, she blew Robert's load pretty quickly down her own throat. She hoped that the taste would be mostly out of her moth by the time she got her body back, but if Robert thought he was getting his body back that quickly, he had another thing coming. She was still horny and able to get his body hard again quite quickly. She threw him down across his desk and took her own body from behind.

It must have been then that the ring fell off of her finger. In reality, Robert had done a quick slight of hand and discretely slipped it off her finger while she was enjoying his blow job. Something he LOVED to do in her body. He quickly hid it in her bra and let her take him on his own desk. He loved every minute of it and his secret plan made it all the more enjoyable.

He went to get up after 'looking' for the ring and couldn't help but smirk at Crystal in his body. Panicking and not knowing what to do. This should be fairly easy. They had got risque a couple of times and spent the nigh as each other, and he was pretty sure that Crystal had fucked his wife more than once.

"Crystal! It's almost the end of the day. We need to think about what we're going to do? Now, let's just relax and go home, or to each others home and we'll figure this out Monday. A weekend as each other won't be that bad. I'll ake sure none of the cleaners come in my office and we'll take up the search then. We can fix this. It will be fine!"

"ROBERT! I have to go on my vacation Monday morning. There's no time. I can't have you wasting all that money." The shrillness that Crystal managed with his voice made Robert cringe a little.

"Oh, right! OK, we;l let's have a good look Sunday and if we can't find it then, we'll postpone your flight and figure something out. Deal?" Robert said. Crystal didn't even see the deviousness behind her own eyes.

"I guess it's the only thing we can do. Maybe a nice glass our two of that 21 year old bourbon you have at home will help, and Diane is so getting it hard tonight, sorry! We can meet back here around mid day Sunday and try to look again. How does that sound?" Crustal said.

"Well my, my, my! Don't you know how to take control and make a decision Mr. Johnson?" Robert said with a smile and a giggle. "Yes! Let's do that 'sir'". He said with a wink.

Crystal couldn't help but laugh a bit and forget that this could be a huge problem. She told Robert to leave for the day and that they'd speak on Sunday and went back behind his desk to organise a few things before leaving herself, and take some cursory looks for the ring on the way.

Robert closed the door to his office, grabbed Crystal's purse, dug out her cell phone, then flung the purse over his slender shoulder and walked to the elevator. As he exited the elevator he was making a call on her phone, "Hello, I'd like to talk to someone about my ticket for Monday. I have a flexi fare and would like to change from the early morning flight Monday to the early morning flight Sunday. My booking reference?Yes! The number is..." and as he gave the booking number to the agent, he reached inside his bra, took out the ring and dropped it in the rubbish bin. He'd enjoy these two weeks vacation, then with the money he'd arranged for Crystal, and the excessive amount he had funneled into an account in her name (legally of course), he'd decide where he'd go from there, but wherever it was, it would be as the new Crystal.

You Asked For This

"Please! Something smaller? Half this height, or even a kitten heel? You can't expect me to stand, let alone walk in these all night? I'll break my god damn ankle. Well, I'll break YOUR god damn ankle." which made Jeff give the first smile all day. Even if it was in the form of a sarcastic smirk.

This had been the worst day of Jeff's life.

Jeff was a bit of a misogynistic, sexist dick, and by a bit, we actually mean a lot! He truly did love his wife, or as least as much as someone as selfish as Jeff could love someone. Although he often ogled other women, usually right in front of Jennifer, he had never actually cheated on her, or even thought about it, however, Jen wasn't so sure. He gave her no reason to think that he hadn't. 

You see, Jeff was one of those men that thought as long as he bought his wife nice things, dressed her up and took her out regularly, and ensured her credit card was always paid, then he could do and get away with almost anything. Drinking with the boys, weekends away or buying cars and other expensive things he really didn't need. Jen also wanted kids, which Jeff figured he'd allow. Eventually, however, HE wasn't in a rush so Jen's feelings were irrelevant.

Of course, Jen was more than a bit over it. She had t admit that she had a pretty good life, outside of the shit treatment she received from her husband. She wanted for nothing and was the epitome of the pampered stay at home wife. She saw her friends every day and drank so much wine, she could almost be a sommelier. Oh, and the sex? Jeff had a fairly average cock, length wise, but it was unusually thick and spread her enough to hit every sensitive spot right inside her pussy. Of course on the other side of that was dealing with him when he would do annoying things like demand she get dressed up for another ridiculous party, watch her to make sure she was taking her birth control, or other annoying things, like open his mouth and talk.

For years Jen had weighed things up. Sh too loved Jeff, but she didn't know if she would stay with him forever. She was mentioning this to one of her best friends, Sandra, over a late liquid brunch, when Sandra dropped a bombshell on her.

"Jen, I'm not actually Sandra.", Sandra said

Jen laughed at this. "Oh? Well who, pray tell, are you then?", Jen said with a little laugh, raising her fourth mimosa to her lips.

"I'm actually Gary, Sandra's ex husband, although, I guess since I've been like this for almost 18 months now, and Sandra switched us to teach me a lesson for cheating on her with my secretary, then ran off with that secretary, I guess maybe I am Sandra now? I have to admit, I've enjoyed being her and getting to know you, and since the real Sandra is about to get married again, I have zero chance of getting my body back, but that's ok."

With a laugh, Jen took Sandra's mimosa from her, "Well that's an interesting story, but you've obviously had too much." and quickly downed Sandra's drink as well.

"Listen, I've since found the spell that Sandra used, but when I tried to use it on her and swap back, she laughed and pointed out the next spell in the book. The one she had used only a week after swapping our bodies, to make the swap permanent. I've come to terms with it, and am actually quite happy. I'd hate to lose you as a friend, but maybe if you at least took a turn as Jeff, he'd learn his lesson. I'll help and keep an eye on him while he's in your body?" and with that, passed Jen a small, old, worn leather bound book, got up, kissed her on the cheek and walked away.

Jen giggled a bit more and put the book in her purse and made her way home. Later that day she was lounging by the pool, reading the book. The words were strange, and professed to do many magical things, but Jen was sure it would just be someone having a little fun. As she was reading, Jeff walked out to the pool with a drink in his hand and a devilish grin on his face. "Glad you'er getting some sun. I want you looking as golden as possible for our party tomorrow at the Waltons. I've put a nice outfit out for you and made appointments for your hair and make up tomorrow. You can, 'thank me' tonight.", he said with a mischievous wink.

Sex that night was good, but quick. Jen thought to herself that she wished she could show Jeff how to use that dick properly on a woman, so that she could get a little more pleasure out of it, then laughed at the thought. Then she remembered Sandra's book. As she was coming back form the bathroom, she grabbed the book from on top of her dresser, where she'd put it. She flipped through the pages and found the body swap spell. She checked to see and noticed that Jeff was asleep, so she read the spell.

As soon as she finished, she felt quite dizzy, her body felt on fire and she quickly passed out.

Jen woke in the morning to a woman's scream. She jumped up and saw a woman looking into the mirror on her vanity. Then she realised that woman was her.

That's about the time she noticed the tightness in her pants. Wait? Pants? She was wearing a nightgown when she went to bed. The one her doppelganger was now wearing, and when she looked down, she saw a gigantic boner protruding from her own body. "Oh my god! It worked!" she said, starting to panic a bit.

After calming down Jeff and claiming she knew nothing about how this happened, the two decided they needed to go about their day. This meant that Jeff needed to get going to Jen's hair and make up appointments. While he was gone, Jen used the opportunity to pull out Jeff's penis and pull on it til she came.

It was exhilarating! She felt satisfied yet tired, like she needed a quick nap. She also realised that she now knew a few things about Jeff's job and friends that she didn't know before. Would this continue the longer she was in Jeff's body, or was it something to do with the orgasm? She smirked and thought she could find out later tonight. At Jeff's expense.

The day had gone by fast and with Jeff complaining about his shoes, the ones he had picked out and insisted she wear, so in a moment of weakness, she had pulled into a shoe store to see if he could find something more comfortable for Jeff to wear, but his incessant complaining, made her change her mind a bit. She was going to get him flats to wear in the car, but now, she was annoyed.

"Listen babe, you can get another pair, at least that high and pointy, or wear those? What's it going to be?" Jen said to Jeff.

Jeff gave a little pout and said "FINE! These will do!" and began to storm out of the store, walking quite well in Jen's sky high heels. When Jeff suddenly stopped and looked at a pair of heels that Jen knew she'd normally want to look at too, She couldn't help but smile and wonder if Jeff was getting her thoughts and feelings as well. At that point Jeff looked confused, put the shoes down, and continued out to the car.

Jen flashed the cashier Jeff's handsome smile which made the young girl blush a bit, and followed Jeff out to their car. She was already getting a little hard, thinking about when they got home from the party, so she could start her experiment by banging the shit out of her old body. But first, she had to flaunt her husband in her body at a lavish party.

Couilda, Shoulda, Woulda

"How many times do I have to tell you? Stand up and actually 'work' the car. Silly tart!"

"But, guys keep grabbing at me and this is the only way I can stop my ass from being grabbed and pinched."

"Guess you should have thought of that before you opened your mouth, eh 'Stephanie'?" and with that the convener let out a deep belly laugh and walked over to deal with a potential buyer.

Blake was your typical scum bag sales guy. The fact that he worked for Lamborghini made it even worse. He traveled around the country doing car shows. That was his thing. He loved finding beautiful, busty, vulnerable local women that he could virtually whore out to help him sell his products. Sure Blake thought everyone WANTED a Lambo, they just couldn't afford one, but with his smooth talking skills and a cute piece of ass, he figured he could talk most people that stopped by his booth.

He was very very wrong. Sure, he made his sales quota. Most months. But most of the people he talked to either couldn't afford one of his cars, or if they could, it would bankrupt them and they couldn't afford the insurance, let alone the gas. Still, his ego forced him to think that those that he didn't sell something too, obviously didn't even exist, so as far as he was concerned, he was still batting 1000.

His latest show was in one of his favourite spots. Good ole' Las Vegas. He loved Vegas for many reasons. For it's base debauchery, it's NEW wealth that just wanted to waste their money, and for the constant stream of young women that were looking for a 'break'. Vegas often allowed him to get a good deal on promo girl, and it usually offered some fringe benefits on the side, in the form of some company in his hotel room. A hotel room e was often upgraded on by leaving one of the nicer machines out frint of the hotel to help draw people in.

The night before the show he had done his usual routine. Dinner in the hotel bar then off to a strip club. He'd hand out a few cards, but ultimately would find the woman he wanted and work her til she said yes. Much like his sporadic dating routine, he didn't like taking no for an answer. Although he sometimes found a hot waitress, he usually found his mark at one of the many strip clubs, where he percieved all the young girls had daddy issues and were desperate.

It was at his third or fourth strip cub that he saw Stephanie. She was a gorgeous blonde with blue eyes, legs that went all the way up and tits that any man would kill for. Although he was already enjoying her naked flesh, he was already picturing her in a tight fitting dress that would accentuate her ample breasts, with a pair of killer heels that would show off those legs. She had an air of confidence to her as well that was a challenge for him to break.

He soon had a private room booked where it didn't take long for him to come to a deal with Stephanie. She was happy to make some extra money during the day and said shehad just the perfect dress for it.

The next day she showed up with a tight fitting dress that her tits were almost falling out of and a pair of strappy style heels that peeked out the bottom as frequently as her long, luscious leg appeared from the long slit up the side. She gave Blake a few stern looks as he looked her over and found every opportunity to touch and feel her up, then listened to the instructions he gave. Then she went about her work like a pro. Blake was impressed but a little put off by the sly smile she appeared to give him every so often.

It wasn't long before Stephanie came to him requesting a quick break to get some water and get off her feet for 5 minutes. "I don't think so honey. You're being paid to draw men into my booth and the only way you'll get paid for this is to hussle that cute little ass back out there and work. Now get to it!" Blake said as he gave her a hard smack on the ass.

He was surprised when instead of objecting or even going back to work she crossed her arms, smiled and began to chant something. Blake felt a little dizzy, and closed his eyes. He grabbed his head and gave it a shake and the fuzziness disappeared, but something felt wrong. His body felt off and why was there so much hair on his head?

Blake opened his eyes to once again see that confident, almost cocky grin of Stephanie s. Only this time it was on his own face. He stood there, surprisingly well on his sky high heels, with his outh open. Not knowing what to say.

"Well? Did you hear me pumpkin?" Stephanie said with his voice. "Get that tight little ass back out there." and grabbed Blake by her old arm and turned him towards the stage the car was turning on. As she did, she leaned in and whispered, "Listen here you pig! You exploited my friend last time you were here so you're about to pay for it. Now get out there and do YOUR job, and do it well, if you ever want this dick and body back. With that,she gave her old body a small shove.

Stephanie really rode Blake for the rest of the day. She never let him sit on the car for more than a few seconds, and allowed him only a small lunch break before getting him back out there. He didn't know what to do the couple times he went to pee. Especially since Stephanie only gave him a quick minute to do that.

At the end of the day, Blake's feet were killing him, or rather Stephanie's feet were killing him. He stumbled over to his old body as the last customer was walking away. His old face looking more than satisfied with itself. As Stephanie turned to him, he said; "OK you psycho bitch! Give me back my body. Take your money and I don't ever want to see you again." to which Stephanie started laughing again.

"Did you really think I'd keep that, well it was more of a threat than a promise,wasn't it? What I forgot to mention was that my friend was dumb enough to sleep with you, although with this monster that's been in my pants all day, I can understand why. She's been trying to find you as she's carrying your child. She never wanted to be an unwed mother, so I was going to see if I could get you to do the right thing. From what I've seen, and the memories I've managed to glean from your mind, I can see that would never happen. You're far too selfish and would just make her feel worse, so I've come up with anew plan.". The smirk on his old face made Blake go pale, although with Stephanie's make up on, it was hard to tell.

Stephanie pulled out Blake's wallet. Considering society was supposed to be virtually cashless, there was quite a bit of money in there. She scooped out a few hundred dollar notes and shoved them between her former breasts. "Take this and get out of here Stephanie. You can still get a few hours sleep before you're due on stage at the club. I have to go and find Krystal and make an honest women out of her. I've always been attracted to her, and no that I have your testosterone running through my new body, it's magnified. Plus your memories of sex with her is the topper. Don't think she'll mind being marrying a travelling salesman. Especially since if today is any indication, I'm much better at this sales thing than you." and with that, she winked at Blake and turned around and left him paralysed and speechless as she walked away. 

Who's Who?

Abigail found herself struggling. Normally she would walk to school and not give it a second thought. She was young, beautiful and full of energy. That was before she'd gotten into a little trouble at school and the principal and her mother both decided that her enrollment in Swap Class was the best solution. Abigail resisted, but on the day was forced to go and endure the lecture then agree to the rules.

She looked around the room and wasn't impressed by her options. Most of the boys in the room were not good looking and the ones that were, a few of the jocks for example, were more than cute, but thicker than pig shit. She worried about them being smart enough to keep her body in good condition and not injure it. On top of that, she could see the partial erections that most of the boys were sporting, all in hopes of getting into the bodies of one of the pretty popular girls.

Abigail was definitely pretty, and a little bit popular, but not like Sarah, or Brittany, or any of their other friends that were forced to be here as well, but then again, when you try to seduce one or more of the male staff to raise your grades, especially offering them group sex, well then you kinda get what you deserved. Abigail use to be in that group, up to when they started high school. All the girls developed, but where as her friends liked to show off their new budding bodies, Abigail was much more reserved. She dressed conservatively, but not frumpy, and wore make up, but didn't slather it on or need to chip it off with hand tolls at the end of the day. Still, she knew that if she wanted to, she could be just as pretty, if not more beautiful than any of her old friends.

Looking at the leering looks from the boys, she was glad she was more reserved as few if any would choose her as their first pick. That's when she came out of her deep thoughts by what the teacher said.

Miss Caulfield was stunning in herself. She had been the swap class teacher for a few years now and was required to be involved should the class numbers be uneven. Many of the students thought that the Swap Class teacher rather enjoyed her time in her students bodies. She'd had a couple opportunities to be a boy, always a jock or one of the better looking students, and once had even had to be one of her female students. She just happened to get the body of the richest, snotiest and bitchiest girls in school and she had seemed to revel in it. With the addition of Abigail at the last minute to the class, it meant that Miss Caulfield wouldn't have to be involved. Abigail thought this would make her happy, ut the looks she was getting from the teacher suggested otherwise.

In fact, when Abigail snapped out of her thoughts, her teacher was looking right at her when she mentioned that a program had randomly matched up each boy with a girl and they would be starting with Abigail. From there she called Steven forward as Abigail s swap partner. Abigail's eyes went wide and she could hear the snickers from Sarah and her friends, and the sharp intake of breath from Brittany who also seemed relieved that she had avoided Steven herself.

Steven, for all accounts, seemed like a nice guy albeit not popular at all. The only reason that everyone knew who he was is because he was the most picked on student at school. Steven was extremely overweight, brought nothing but coke, chips and sugary treats for lunch, had a puffer either because of asthma or simply because of the extra weight he was carrying around and kind of shuffled everywhere.

It was no use. Abigail was trying to protest, but she could see the evil smile on Miss Caulfield's face as she dragged Abigail to the machine and pushed her in to her side, and then it was done...

It had been a horrible weekend. The swap had happened at the end of the day on Friday so the students could have the weekend to get use to their new bodies and lives. Abigail had hated it. She wasn't sure what was worse? The feel of the new appendage between her legs, or the fact that she was now so fat she couldn't even see it. Now it was Monday and she was desperately trying to walk to school, but was already out of breath.

Steven lived half the distance that she did to school, but she had already been walking twice as long as she normally did with all the stops, and having to stop and use Steven's puffer. She had quickly found out that Steven's family were all obese and it was likely due to the huge, fatty meals his mother made. Granted,they were delicious, but guaranteed you'd gain weight.

Now as she leaned against a tree, contemplating whether she should try the puffer again, and promising herself she'd take the offer of the ride from her temporary mother tomorrow. She looked up and noticed a woman who looked familiar waling towards her with a huge smile on her face. She was dressed in a very short white skirt and a beautiful tight top that left very little to the imagination, wearing heels that were far too high to be practical. Her new body reacted and she could feel her new penis start to harden a bit. That's when it hit her.

"NO!", she said allowed when she realised t was her own body walking towards her.

"Oh yeah!", she heard Steven say in her melodic voice as he gave a perfect twirl in the heels. 'Why on earth would you hide this gorgeous body Abby?", Steven asked. "I have had a very busy weekend. Between getting to know every square inch of this body, and a little shopping at the mall, it went by far too fast. So? Do you like your new look?" he said with a wink.

"You can't dress my body like that!", Abigail almost screamed. "They'll never let you in school looking like that, and it's Abigail, NOT Abby. Now go back to my house and change, right now before you're late!"

Steven just laughed. "Yes, Mr. Hutchins was a bit shocked when I walked in looking like this, and he really didn't know what to say when I gave him the note excusing me for the week. Anyway, better let you get to school Steven. You really should have had your mother give you a lift. Walking is going to make you late. Well, here comes my ride. I better go. By Stevie." he said, blowing his old body a kiss as a large sedan pulled up.

"What? Where are you going?" Abigail asked.

"Well, Abigail may be a bit stuck up, but Abby quickly found out how much free shit she can gt from men dressed like this. Especially if you give an occasional blow job or two. Now, my new friend and mentor are going downtown to see how much we can maximise on that." and as Steven finished, the passenger door was opened by the driver. None other than Miss Caulfield.

"You can't do this! Miss! You can't let him do this with my body. Why would you encourage, let alone allow this? I'm reporting this to the school." Abigail said in tears, which looked terrible in Steven's body.

"Miss Jacobs!" Miss Caulfield said rather firmly. "If you 'report' this, you'll be breaking the rules of swap class and will be punished for it. Perhaps you'll even have to spend a bit more time as young Steven. Now, while you think on that, you might want to think about something else. First, ask yourself who's in charge of the swap machine. Then, ask yourself, which one of us is the real Miss Caulfield and which of us is the real Steven?"

How Do They Look

Well, it's been awhile since I wrote How Does It Look, and as I brought this pic up, I thought it would be perfect for a Part 2. Hope you enjoy it, and if you haven't read Part 1 (on my original page), then go to Deviant Art and see it there. 

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Vicky was miserable!

It had been two months since her so called friend Josh had offered to help her, but had instead stole her body, just so he could have sex with her fiance. Two months and she'd had to get used to the extra appendage hanging between her legs. At first it had been horrible, but admittedly, she had to admit that the one night she had felt depressed and had drowned herself in brightly coloured drinks, only to end up hooking up with one of Josh's ex's and getting to use it for the first time.

She had never been a fan of anal sex in her own body, but found it oddly enjoyable in Josh's. When they had switched and she was the one pounding away on Steve, she felt a control and power she'd never felt during sex as a woman. She didn't want to stay like this. She wanted her old body and her Tom back, but she might have started casually seeing Steve and spending a lot more time burying her new appendage into Steve than she would have ever thought.

Of course,when she first woke up in Josh's apartment, she felt groggy and didn't know what was going on. At first she didn't remember what was going on, but the erection in her pants brought her back to reality very quickly. She soon realised that it was almost mid day the day after she had arrived at Josh's place and the rings, and Josh in her body, were nowhere to be seen. She had tried calling and texting her own phone, which she realised was gone with her clothes, purse and new lingerie, but the texts went unanswered and the calls immediately went to voice mail. Voice mail Josh either hadn't picked up, or more likely, was blatantly ignoring her.

On Monday, she had finally received a text back from her own phone. "Hey sweety! Don't be mad! I just had to take the opportunity to see if Tom was good enough for you and I must say, OH MY GOD! Is he ever! Your body is amazing, and the things I can do with it? Mmmmmm! Anyway, like I said, don't be mad. Give mea few days or maybe a week to have a bit more fun and I'll return your body. Spoil my fun and you'll see what a vindictive queen I can be and you'll NEVER get it back. Talk soon. Mwah!"

She spent the next few hours crying Josh's eyes out. She called in sick for his shifts for the next week, not wanting to see her own body and almost cost Josh his job. She realised that might anger Josh and make this longer than she thought, so she pasted a fake smile on her new face and went in, prepared to see her own face smiling back at her.

When she got there she found out that Josh had quit her job. He had told the place that Tom had decided he didn't want her working there anymore and wanted to have her home to spend as much time as possible with her. That didn't make sense though as Tom and her had agreed she would work there until after the wedding. To allow her a bit more freedom. What was happening.

Finally, after about 3 weeks, Josh came to see her. Dressed to the nines and looking fantastic. He had even mastered, if not improved her make up. "What the fuck do you think your're doing you selfish asshole? Give me back my body and life and why the hell did you quit my job?", she said.

"Oh Joshy!" Josh said in her voice, perfectly imitating her own lilt in his voice. "You still have YOUR job. Tom has just wanted to ensure we have more time for love making so wants me at his beck and call. And I mean, what girl wouldn't. You should see how well he's hung and how well he uses it. Oh, wait! I guess you do know?" he said with a little laugh and a wink. "Not to mention, I heard you and Steve have been having a little fun of your own? Are you liking that body? Do you want a bit more time in it?"

"Shut the fuck up you prick!" Vicky was trying to sound angry and look aggressive, but in Josh's gay and very effeminate body made it just look comical. "Now where the fuck are the rings? We're switching back now! You said a few days or a week and it's been almost a month. Te wedding is close and I need to get ready."

"Hold your horses there fella." Josh said with a wink. "Speaking of the wedding, I had to attend one of your fittings. I looked fabulous! Oh, and it felt soooo good!" he said, wrapping his arms around his stolen body. "I realise I've likely jeapordised our friendship to the point of no return?"

"You think?" Vicki said.

"So I guess it doesn't matter if I make one more demand. I want to be the one in this body on your wedding day. Just so I can experience it. The white dress. The center of attention. All of it! If you let me do that, we can change back after the ceremony, before Tom and I go away on our honeymoon. Deal?" Josh said, putting his hand out as if to shake hands.

Vivki slapped it away. "Fuck no! I want my body back now and I want to enjoy my wedding. Oh, and you can consider yourself uninvited, you bastard!"

"Well, I can just keep this body? Not a bad life I must say and I don't miss my cock at all. After all, I get enough of Tom's. Now, agree to my demands and at least you'll get to enjoy your honeymoon. Up to you if you come to the ceremony or not, but I'd love for you to be there?" Josh looked very confident in Vicki's body. Had she ever looked that confident or cocky?

Just over a month later, Vicki found herself walking up the stairs to the bridal suite. About to finally get her body back and spend some time with Tom, She almost skipped up the stairs. She had to admit, the ceremony had been beautiful, and Josh had played her part perfectly. Including the kiss that lasted a bit longer than comfortable for everyone. Oh well, it would be her using those lips to kiss Josh soon. She may even consent to a blow job, to give her time to figure out what damage Josh had done. That thought made her stop. She knew that Josh loved sucking cock. A trait she had picked up inadvertently with his body and it's needs. Does that mean he had been sucking Tom off? Had he gotten use to it? Would he demand it from her all the time now? How could she explain not wanting to do it now, or would she keep wanting to do it, like she had for Steve for the last few weeks?

She decided she'd deal with it all tomorrow. Tonight? Anything would go for Tom. To make up for lost time. As she enter the bridal suite, she saw Josh in her body just finishing doing up his shoe. Vicki hadn't seen them before and realised Josh must have bought them, and the dress, for tonight. Vicki had to admit. Her body looked dam hot in both.

 "Hey! You looked really good up there." Vicki said,trying to ensure she didn't say anything to upset Josh. She was getting her body back "So? Shall we do this now?"

*sigh* "Well that was the deal, wasn't it?" Josh said, running his hands down Vicki's body,taking it all in. "I will miss all of this. A guy could get used to be this beautiful a woman. Now, I know you'll find it hard to strike up our friendship again, but think about it and reach ut when you get back, ok?

Vicki almost laughed in his face, but managed to keep it inside. "Ummm, ok. We can talk in a couple weeks." Like fuck we will. We are never speaking again. 

"I'll just grab the rings. They're in the other room. Have some champagne while you're here. It actually tastes better in my body. The one thing that does." Josh said with a wink as he walked to the next room,

Vicki grabbed one of the glasses of champagne off the counter and took a big sip. It did taste yummy, but she wouldn't say it tasted better on Josh's tongue than on her own. She quickly finished it off and called out to Josh. "Josh, is everything ok? Do you need a hand?"

As she said the last words, she noticed she had slurred her words. Just then, Josh walked back in the room, smiling in a devilish way.

"Where are the rings?" Vicki asked, as she fell to the floor. What was happening?

"Oh my god! I can't believe you fell for that twice. Enjoy being the new Josh. There is no way I'm giving up this body. I got rid of the rings weeks ago. Just needed some more time to cement my position as you. I'll be Vicki forever now. Now a couple things. I just wanted you to know that Tom has promised that by the end of tomorrow, I won't be able to walk, but who needs to? I let him stick that big cock anywhere he wants in MY body and his morning wood is so yummy. Secondly, I saw you brought Steve as your date? Not sure why. I already made THAT mistake for you, but apparently you're more of a top this time. Interesting. Anyway, you'll notice you aren't passing out this time. The paralysis will wear off in a half hour. Right about the time I'll send Steve up. I've told him that you guys can have the suite for the rest of the weekend. He's so looking forward to it. Npow, have to go. Tom is waiting and so is the limo. By JOSHY!"

Looks Like We Both Have New Positions.

Amanda went running out to the helicopter as quick as she could. She was quite use to having to jump to Janice's every whim. Being the Executive Assistant to one of the most ruthless, cunning, ambitious yet intelligent Company CEO's was really taking a toll on Amanda and she found she was almost at breaking point. Janice had made her life hell with her unrealistic expectations each and every day. The constant threat of being terminated if it was perceived that she was under performing, and now she had to get down from the 80th floor and out to the rear helicopter landing pad simoly because Janice said to get there as soon as possible, and when Janice said ASAP, what she really meant was why weren't you here 10 minutes ago.

This may be the day that broke her. On top of her usual stress from work, her son Timmy had been unusually difficult all weekend. Sulking and being demanding. Refusing to go to bed at a reasonable time and kicking the wall all night with the occasional scream or outburst. Amanda wasn't sure what was wrong. He'd always been her biggest champion. Always there for her to talk to and make her feel that t was all worth it just for him. His 180 degree attitude change had almost been the breaking point for her and she almost couldn't make it in for the first day back of the week.

Thankfully, Janice had spent most of her morning sequestered behind her office door and Amanda hadn't really seen her all day. Even when she obviously went downstairs to catch her fight to her next high powered meeting, Amanda had been in the copy room so wasn't truly aware until she received the phone call demanding she get down to the helicopter.

As she approached, as quickly as she could while still maintaining some dignity, she saw Janice standing there with her hands on her hips. This wasn't an unusual pose for her, but something was different. What was it? then Amanda realised. It was her smile. Oh, Janice often smiled, one of those cruel, I can't wait to crush you under my Christian Louboutins. Today though it was different. Almost a playful smile. This unnerved Amanda even more.

"Thank you for being so prompt Miss MacKenzie. Now,please get into the helicopter. I'll need your services this afternoon and we need to have a discussion about your future with the company.

Amanda went white and felt a chill run up her spine. If Janice said she needed to discuss your future, it usually meant you didn't have one. Crap! Would she fire her at the beginning or end of the flight? Hell, would she just push her out of the chopper when she was done? Dismissing Amanda as if he were nothing stuck to the bottom of her shoe.

As he got on the helicopter, Janice indicated that she should put the earphones on and go to a separate channel than the pilots for a private discussion. Looked like she was getting the ax early. Oh well. Maybe she'd be pushed out over some nice countryside so she could enjoy the final journey down.

She was suddenly jolted to attention by Janice's words, "Are you listening Miss MacKenzie? I was asking how long you've worked for me and for the company?"

"Umm, about 3 years for you ma'am and 5 and a bit for the company." Amanda said.

"Try not to umm so much dear. You'll need to be quick and decisive from now on, and don't slouch! Never let them see even the slightest bit of weakness. Let them know that you'll eat them for breakfast if you have to. Well, not the way I ate my dear Gerald this morning, but you get the idea?"

"Yes Ma'am!" Amanda replied.

*sigh* "Please, call me Janice Amanda." Janice instructed with a warm smile on her face that confused and scared Amanda more than a little bit. She discretely pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming this. As she sat there, looking confused and not knowing what to say, Janice gave a little chuckle and spoke again.

"I'd like you to recommend someone within the organisation that is competent enough to take your job and do it well. Or at least close to as well as you do it."

"I'm sorry ma'am! Jut tell me what I'm doing wrong and I'll fix it! I need this job to take care of my 12 year old boy. I promise I'll improve, just give me another chance." Amanda said, almost in tears. The flight out of the helicopter was looking more inviting by the second.

Janice shook her head and let out a little chuckle, "You need to listen better dear. Firstly, I said call me Janice. Secondly, I said not to show any weakness, Now dry those eyes, sit up straight and look at me with the defiance I know burns inside of you. Now, I think you misunderstand. We need a replacement for you, not because you're fired, but because I'm promoting you. How does Junior Vice President of Marketing, reporting directly tome and working with me every day sound? It will involve a number of 'liquid' lunches." to which Janice gave a little wink.

Amanda could only sit there dumbfounded. What had happened? Had she fallen asleep on Friday night and woken up in an upside down parallel world. Why was this happening, and more importantly, why was she questioning it?

"Oh fine!" Janice said, "since you won't play along and take my advice, I might as well spoil the surprise. I hope little Timmy didn't give you too much trouble on the weekend?" To this, Amanda looked at her boss very confused. "You see," Janice continued "I found a little spell that allows two people to switch bodies. Little did I know it would also transfer their thoughts, mannerisms and intelligence as well, slowly at first, then more quickly if certain 'events' happened. I had planned to only stay a few days to get you a raise or better work situation. Maybe working for that lovely Sam Anderson. He's single you know?" another wink.

"I don;t understand?" Amanda said.

"Mom! It's me! Timmy! Or rather I WAS Timmy." she said with a girlish giggle.

"What? Timmy? You can't be? What's happening?" Amanda said.

'You're right. I'm not. Well not any longer anyway. I was going to spend the weekend fining out as much about Janice as possible to pas off as her for today and maybe another day or two. Just enough time to enact my plan. Then her memories started entering my head. Wow mom. She really was awful to you. Apparently she felt a little threatened by the potential she saw in you. Anyway, while I was confused with those thoughts, Gerald, my new husband, began working this body like magic and before I knew it, we were going at it. I should have been grossed out, but it was wonderful!" Janice, or rather Timmy said with a huge smile. I also noticed how quicker Janice's thoughts, memories and education rushed into my head every time I had an orgasm, and believe me, I had lots of orgasms over the weekend. Anyway, I still want to change your life for the better, bt I'm staying as Janice. This is way too good a deal. So now we can be the team supreme. The real Janice will likely fight it a little, but she should only have the memories and intelligence of a 12 year old boy now. How much damage could she really do?"

Amanda didn't know what to say. Was this true? Could this really have happened? Should she ask 'Timmy' to confirm it when she got home?

"Mom! We're almost there. I'll let it sink in for you, but be prepared to be introduced in your new role, so remember my advice. Firm spine, and take no shit from anyone!" Janice said with another wink.

Amanda just looked at her, smiled and said, "Timmy! Watch your mouth!" and gave her son a wink of her own.

I Know Exactly What You Want!

Rebecca had to admit. Doing Simon's job was not as easy as she thought it would be. Still, when her husband basically dismissed her Office Managers job, stating that it was more of a hobby he allowed her to have because he was the real breadwinner, it infuriated her. How dare he suggest that her career was any less than his. Sure, he was a high powered executive, but she worked around a number of men, and women, just like her husband every day and it didn't seem that hard. More after work drinks and excuses to go to the club in the middle of the day. When he laughed at her defense of her work, that was the final straw. In that moment of anger, she switched their bodies.

She almost immediately felt like a man, listening to Simon hurl abuse at her, then be overcome by Rebecca's own female hormones and burst into tears. With that she moved to the sofa for the evening, allowing her husband to cry herself to sleep. There was a part of her that felt bad at what she had done, but a larger part that told her he deserved this and needed to be taught a lesson.

When she woke up n the morning, and made her way to the bedroom to check on how he was doing, she fond Simon had already showered and was making an attempt at doing his make up and had put together a very nice, slightly sexy, yet still appropriate outfit for work. He seemed somewhat relaxed and smiled at his old body saying, "Good morning! Did you sleep well?"

Rebecca ran through a number of options for a response but decided to simply nod and make her way to the shower.

Showering a male body was a completely different experience, and reminded her of the surprise she woke up to. As she soaped up and ran her hands over her male body, she found herself becoming aroused again, and her new penis once again getting hard. She had been tempted that morning to take advantage of that and get herself off, but had decided against it. Now that she was alone in the shower, she once again considered it, but decided once again to resist. If Simon dragged this out, which she was confident he would with his arrogance, she'd have lots of time to experience that. This morning, her first morning as Simon, she needed to focus on getting ready and getting to his work.

As she entered her husbands side of the closet, she found it more difficult than she expected. What shirt to match with what suit and then there were the shoes. Admittedly, she'd miss her wide variety of heels, and until now, all of her husbands shoes looked the same, but she now realised the subtle differences and how they mattered.

As she was concentrating on doing up her tie, she looked up to see her old body smile, blow her a kiss and say, 'Bye hunny. She you tonigh!", then saunter out and head to Rebecca's job.

Rebecca was a little shocked, but continued getting ready, didn't notice that she had grabbed a quick coffee the way her husband normally liked it, and headed to his office.

It had been a very long and full on day, but she had enjoyed it. Being 'one of the guys' had been a ball. She had bullshitted her way through a couple hard decisions, but something in her mind seemed to take over and make those decisions when she needed to. She was shocked to know some of the things she now knew, but it was a bit exhilarating. She was a bit disturbed about how often she looked at Simon's secretaries ass, and the semi hard on she got when Cindy bent over made her wonder just what, if anything the two of them had gotten up to.

Still she went home smiling and wondered how Sion's day had been as a lowly secretary. She didn't realise that she had just mentally done what she was angry at her husband for. Dismissed her own occupation and minimised it. 

When she walked in the door, she saw Simon sitting there on the floor, in front of the fireplace, in nothing but her underwear and wearing her comfy, strappy heels she'd watched him walk out of the house in that morning. "What's this?" Rebecca said, more than a little confused.

"Well! I have to say, that I was quite upset last night when you initiated this little change, but when I woke up this morning I realised it was a good opportunity for a break from my high stress job. Then when I got to your work, I jumped right in. My gosh sweety. An Office Manager does have a lot to do, and although there is stress and pressure, it didn't seem as bad as normal. Couple that with the feel of these clothes against my skin all day, I mean how the hell do you not get horny all day?"

Rebecca thought about this and didn't really understand what Simon was talking about. She hadn't ever noticed anything about her clothes, although now that she thought about it, her suit and clothes seemed comfortable, but in a different way than she was used to. Her train of thought was broken by Simon's next statement.

"I thought at one stage today I had an accident as I felt damp, down there, but realised I was wet and thinking of you, or rather you in my body." With that, Simon moved forward onto his new hands and knees and began seductively crawling across the floor to his wife and his old body.

This was very confusing for Rebecca. Wasn't this supposed to be a lesson for Simon? What was he doing now? Was he embracing being her? Did her body always look so sexy? Would it be so bad to be on the other end of a good boning?

Before she knew it, she was pulled away from her thoughts as her old hands reached up and began undoing her belt. "I'm not sure how long you plan to keep us like this, but I'd like to suggest that we keep things like this for at least a little while and experience as much as we can? I know you're trying to punish me, but it's more of a gift, and because of that, you should get a reward..."

And with that, all thoughts in her head disappeared as she experienced her own lips sliding down her new hard cock. Simon just smiled, with his mouth full of his own cock, as he listened to his wife moan in his old voice and watched his old body relax. He was hoping he could convince her to stay like this for a long time, and was quite willing to do whatever it took to his old body to make that happen.

Swap Class Mistake

As the lunch bell rang, Mrs. Wilson approached her true body tentatively, making sure the rest of the class was making their way our the door. "Mrs. Wilson? Can I talk to you please? In private?" she said.

"Of course Mr. Jones. Were you having trouble with the lesson? Did you meed some extra help? Perhaps we should talk after class about it?" the 15 year old boy in her body said with a smirk.

Sandra turned to make sure the last student was closing the door, and when it was shut, she quickly spun around and confronted young Timothy in her body. "What the hell do you think you're doing young man? What's with the racey outfit today? You should know I never dress that way for school? My god, you can almost see my panties, let alone you're constant flashing of my garter. Where on earth did you find that, and the nylons? I forgot I even had them."

Tim put the pen to his mouth as he looked intently and maybe a little seductively at his old body. He slowly crossed his legs, revealing a bit more flesh from the top of hi new thigh ash did it before he answered. "Well, my lovely husband dug them out last night and suggested I wear them for a little role play at the end of our date night. Of course, I was a little tipsy after dinner drinks so didn't put up the fight I have been for the rest of the week. I think there might be more than ice tea in those long island ice teas.Anyway, this morning I searched through my closet for a decent outfit to go with them. Especially after my dear, sweet husband suggested it would be nice to come home to already wearing them so we could pick up where we left off. But I probably shouldn't be telling you about this. It's a little more than a young teen boy needs to know." Tim said with an evil smile.

"OH MY GOD!" Sandra screamed. "Please tell me you didn't have sex with, with, damn it! Why can't I remember my husbands name? This is a wee bit embarrassing. Anyway, we have to trade back in a little over a week and I don't want you a) committing me to things whatshisname is going to expect, and b) ruining my reputation here at the school. Stop these antics right away, and please wear something a little more,and by little I mean a LOT more conservative for the rest of the time you're in my body. It's bad enough we had an uneven number of students and I had to be involved. Worse that I couldn't tell, ummm, well my husband damn it!"

Tim could only laugh. "Oh young Mr. Jones. You're far too young to be married, and you seem far too masculine to decide to marry a man. After all, I've caught you looking at MY legs a number of times and it's obviously having an effect by the look of the front of your pants? By the way it's Jeff." Tim said with a wink.

"Huh? What?" Sandra said as she desperately tried to cover up her burgeoning erection with the utmost embarrassment.

"My husbands name is Jeff. You know, the name you couldn't remember? Now, do you remember Candice, the most popular girl in school? Well, she's enjoyed being in the star quarterback's hunky body. Likely because he's been letting her pound on her old body with reckless abandonment her words, not mine. So I've been letting her practice her strength training by slowly and systematically taking the swap machine apart. At hte end of next week when we're all supposed to swap back, the machine will be beyond repair and we'll all have to get used to our new lives, although some of us will have taken some major steps to do just that well before then.", another wink at his old body.

"You can't do that. I'll tell. You'll be in trouble!". Even as she said it, Sandra knew it sounded wrong. A little too immature. That, combined with forgetting her husbands name, yes Jeff. That's what Mrs. Wilson said her husbands name was. Wait! She's Mrs. Wilson, isn't she?

"Now,", Tim said with a bit too much confidence, "we really should meet after class. I believe it was the orgasms that have allowed me to gain quite a few of your memories, and obviously take them away from you. I know I'll be having multiple ones tonight, but I think if I help you with that tent in your pants, it might expedite things a bit. What do you say?"

With everything else going on and the lack of blood currently going, or rather not going to her head, Sandra couldn't think straight. She was suddenly overcome with excitement about maybe being able to touch Mrs. Wilson's boobs or whatever else she was eluding to. She quickly nodded her her head and quickly made her way out the door to see her new friends. Thoughts of after school with Mrs. Wilson made him think of Jane. The girl that had been flirting with him all week. Sandra remembered being a bit disgusted by it and couldn't figure out why. Now she was hoping that Mrs. Wilson would show her some physical things she could to to impress Jane. After all, prom was only a few months away, and Jane would be a real hottie to take, and maybe lose her virginity to.

Wait! Hadn't she lost her virginity already...? Sandra was so confused and her boner was very distracting.

Tim realised that it might be easier than he thought to keep this sexy body, and couldn't wait to allow his new husband to do whatever he wanted to him tonight. He was getting very wet just thinking about it.

I'm Granting Your Wish Baby!

Hello everyone! So, I've been locked out of my other account and can't get back in, not matter what I do, so I've started a new one. Here's my latest. Hope you enjoy and send some love. xxx


Dave had come home after a long hard week at work to find his wife smiling at him. This took him back a bot as it had been quite awhile since she had met him, let alone with a smile on her face, and quite the devilish smile at that. Her dark hair was done up, but in a teased and slightly disheveled manner. It looked goo, especially with her make up all done up, but didn't go with the casual sweta pants and top she was wearing.

"How was work, dear?" Alicia said, almost absently to her husband. "Are you ready for dinner?"

"Umm, it was work. Long and boring. Dinner sounds lovely. What are we having?" Dave said a little cautiously. "By the way, I love your hair.", he added, feeling he needed to put his best foot forward. Something was up and until he found out what, he needed to take care.

"Thank you dear!" Alicia said with an even bigger smile. "Just thought I should be ready for later. I have a...friend, coming over later. I've finally decided to give in and let you have your wish baby. Your ultimate sexual fantasy will be happening. Tonight! Although first, we should have a good meal to keep up your strength. You're in for quite toe work out, I must say. My friend is very 'fit' and will give you a real run for your money."she said with a little chuckle.

Dave wasn't sure what his wife was up to. She had always flat out declined his desire for a threesome, not how he proposed it or tried to compromise. His curiosity was a bit peaked by the mention of her friend being 'fit'. It had to be her workmate Sam. Sam was a real gym bunny and he had heard them having girl talk and Sam had mentioned she could go on and on sexually for hours. Sam was also a hot blonde, one of the key factors he wanted in a third in their little sexcapades. He was suddenly distracted by the smell coming from the kitchen.

"Is that pork roast?", he asked.

"Your fav baby. Thought it was appropriate for what you're going through tonight." Alicia said. Dave failed to notice the small threat that there seemed to be in her voice or her lip curl up in wicked grin. "Now, come sit down so we can finish and get to dessert", she said as she ran her hand along Dave's crotch.

After dinner, Alicia led Dave up to their bedroom. There, laying on the bed were two, almost matching outfits, with two matching pairs of mules on each side of the bed. "So which outfit do you like best baby?" Alicia asked. "I'll be wearing one and the other, woman, will be wearing the other."

"Well, I think I like the strapless one with the stockings. Easier to slide my cock into whichever one of you is wearing it." Dave said, giving his wife a wink. To this she chuckled, walked up to him and gave him a deep passionate kiss on the lips.

"Shall we begin then?"Alicia said as she undressed and then began to undress her husband. When he was naked, she quickly dressed in the outfit her husband didn't pick,then sat him on the end of the bed. From there she began to work her hand up and down his cock, til it was rock hard, then gently licked the tip before wrapping her lips firmly around it and slid all the way down her husbands impressive shaft.

Dave fell back onto the bed and closed his eyes. Enjoying the first blow job he'd received from his wife in a very long time. He thought he felt her hands moving up and down his legs, and it felt oh, so soft, but he was engrossed in feeling of his dick being sucked. HE could feel something encasing his legs, but was so close to orgasm, he didn't care. Within no time, he was grabbing his wife by the back of the head so that he could shoot his cum right down her throat.

Alicia moaned as she drank it all down. then lifted her had from her husbands lap, wearing that devilish grin again and kneeled three and waited.

When Dave sat up, he saw the nylons that he had picked up had been slid up his legs. Before he could ask his wife what was going on, he noticed that as well as losing his erection, post ejaculation, it appeared that his cock was shrinking, and at the same time, his pubic hair was shrinking into his body.That's when he noticed that his legs looked thinner in the stockings. His chest began to itch as the hair there disappeared as well. It felt as if the hair on his head was growing out quickly and eh really began to panic when budding breasts appeared on his chest.

He turned to say something to Alicia, but saw her standing there, grinning at him, with the outfit he had picked in her hand. "Let's get you into your outfit sweety. Our guest will be here very soon."

"What have you done to me?!?!" Dave said to his wife in a very soft and melodic voice.

"Why, granting your wish baby. You have constantly harassed me for a threesome over the years and I've found a way to give it to you. You insisted on a FMF threesome, and I'll be damned if I'll let you fuck some other woman. Especially one of my friends, so this seemed like a fair  compromise. Now, let's get you dressed and made up before Jason gets here. That is, if you ever want your body and dick back.

Roughly a half hour later, Dave was downstairs, sitting on their new settee, legs crossed and looking oh, so sexy, with his lovely wife looking as radiant beside him as there was a knock at the door and a tall, athletic blonde man walked in. "Hello ladies. Glad you invited me. Where shall we start?" he said as he unbuckled his jeans and unbuttoned his top.

"I think my friend would like to get you warmed up." Alicia said with a smirk as she turned to her husband and whispered in his ear. "Hope you enjoyed the blow job earlier. You'll start there with this hot stud and do EVERYTHING i suggest and with a smile on your face. Remember, it's the only way you'll get your cock and power back" and with that gave Dave's new face a long lick up the side.

Dave got up, forcing a smile, and sat Jason down where he had been. He wasn't sure what was more emasculating? The fact that his wife was forcing him to do this. The fact that Jason was such a better physical specimen than himself, or the fact that looking at Jason's hard cock, he could feel himself getting wet and looking forward to what he was about to do...