Can't Do It Man!

"What do you think you're doing?"

Brad's mother walked to the chair in her room. sat down very elegantly, crossed her legs and said, "Whatever do you mean sweetheart? Shouldn't you be in your room studying? Your sitter will be here soon."

Brad balled his fists and had to stop from yelling. He didn't want his father to hear him, although he doubted his father could hear him, even if Brad screamed as his father was singing away in the shower. Joseph had been very happy the last few days and was always whistling or singing or laughing away.

Normally, this would have made Brad very happy, but he was quite frustrated about the situation that brought this about. You see, the woman in the chair, smiling like the cheshire cat, was not actually his mother Amanda, but rather his so called best friend Billy, and this had been going on for almost a week.

It all started the Thursday before when Brad's mother was supposed to have a meeting with Brad's teacher over his marks, attitude and overall behaviour. Amanda knew she had a meeting but not what it was about. Brad looked at this as an opportunity. He could stop from getting in trouble, getting grounded and likely having his PS4 taken away if it wasn't actually his mother at the meeting.

You see, Billy had told him that he had a possession spell that he could use on Amanda to go in her stead, act appalled at his friends behaviour in front of their teacher, and then later jump out of Amanda's body with her none the wiser. This was the perfect solution. Brad knew he could hang his head with Mr. Johnson thinking he'd be punished, knowing that he'd be playing DOOM Eternal with Billy on the weekend.

Brad and Billy planned to make the switch right after school on Thursday. Billy was being picked up by his parents and Amanda's appointment was just after school let out. Billy suggested that they wait til he was getting in his mom's car, then cast the spell. He'd fall asleep in the back of the car and be carried into his own house by his mother, thinking that he was just tired and fallen asleep. From there, Billy in Amanda could go to the meeting, admonish Brad, run him out the door all angry, get some junk food then leave Amanda's body to wake up in his own bed. It was perfect.

On the day, Brad waved to his best friend as he past Amanda on the way to his mom's car. Amanda made a polite comment to Billy as she walked by, then Brad watched Billy get into the car and begin to drive away. As the car drove away, Brad saw his mother teeter on her heels and sway back and forth a bit. She was almost at Brad so he was able to grab her and steady her.

Brad saw his mother look down at him, then smile. "I'm in!" he heard her say and he knew it was Billy. The plan had worked. Or so Brad had thought. It ended up that he was very wrong.

You see, Billy had another plan. As the two sat listening to Mr Johnson go on about Brad's many transgressions, Brad could feel his phone buzzing in his pocket. He took one opportunity to look ad noticed it was Billy's number showing up. But how could that be? Billy was beside him and his body was out cold. Wasn't it?

In fact, Billy didn't have a possession spell. What he had was a body swap spell. While he was smiling and acting the concerned mom, Amanda was panicking in his body. She didn't scream out and draw attention to herself, but waited til she was at Billy's house, rushed to his room and tried to call her son. There was no answer.

It wasn't til later that evening that Brad found out what was actually going on. Where as he thought Billy had jumped out of his mother's body (thanks to what Billy thought was fine acting) and it was his mother having a few glasses of wine while she ordered pizza for dinner, it was actually Billy, putting his plan in motion.

By the time Amanda got in contact with her son and they figured out what was going on, they both knew something was up. Amanda promised that Brad would be grounded forever and would soon forget what games, any games were. They both realised they had to get Billy and Amanda back in the right bodies.

Over the weekend they tried everything, but Billy wouldn't budge. He had been panning this for a long time. He'd watched everything about Amanda. How she walked, talked, laughed, held herself. He was able to mimic and 'play' her very effectively. The only thing he'd changed was to dote on Brad's dad a little bit. Grabbing him a beer from the fridge, laughing at his bad jokes and batting Amanda's eyelashes at him. Something the real Amanda hadn't done in years.

It was now Wednesday and Brad refused to say when he'd give up this charade. Amanda was worried if she didn't play along, Billy would do something horrible to embarrass her, so she pretended to be a 13 year old boy. She caught herself enjoying it a bit too much more than once which made her hope this would end very soon. She was looking forward to her anniversary dinner with her husband. It was one of the few times a year she actually felt like being physical. Something she now longed for, although she tried to think about that as little as possible since her adolescent body reacted much differently from her mature female body. Something she knew she could never get comfortable with.

Unfortunately for Amanda, although she had suppressed her desires, for the most part, the 13 year old boy in her body couldn't. From the moment David walked in the door, Billy found he was hooked. He felt very strange and found himself smiling at Brad's dad for no reason. The wine he'd had the first evening ensured he was bit more frisky than what Amanda normally was with her husband. Still, David didn't think anything of it and fell asleep quickly. It was when Billy woke up that things really went off track.

Billy was used to waking up with his young, untrained morning wood in his hand. He'd gotten quite adept at working his young cock and hoped his mother didn't notice the extra deposit in his sock each time she did laundry. This morning Billy couldn't help but notice that his cock felt different. Bigger. Harder. He soon remembered the day before and quickly opened his eyes to see it wasn't his cock, but rather David's impressive member he was holding and working a bit. David was still asleep, but by the smile on his face, Billy could tell he was subconsciously enjoying it.

That made Billy feel very warm and more than a little bit wet in his new pussy. A part he hadn't fully explored yet. As he began feeling around under his nightie, he didn't notice his grip change or that he was leaning down towards the engorged member in his hand. Just as he found his new clit, he moaned as e opened his mouth and dropped it down around David's cock. Although shocked, he found he couldn;t stop and his body kept sucking and rubbing until David woke up, grabbed Billy by the back of Amanda's head, amd helped work his cock in and out til he came. Billy moaned as the cum slid down his new throat.

David made a comment on how it was a week early and that he thought THAT was only reserved for his birthday, but quickly added he wasn't complaining. From then until Wednesday, Billy and David ensured that David's cock was always in either Amanda's mouth, or her pussy.

Now it was the night for Amanda and David's anniversary date. Billy had found an older, yet still sexy bit of lingerie buried in Amanda's drawer. He'd put it on and had done his make up when Brad had come in.

After commenting on the sitter, Billy looked towards the bathroom door, then smirked at Brad. "Dude!", he said in a low voice. "You have no idea how freakin great it is being an older woman. I get o do what I want, drink alcohol, play with this body, and the sex? Oh my god my man. Your dad is a demon in the sack. I'm getting wet just thinking about after dinner.". and Brad gave an uncomfortable smile at that.

"Fuck man! That's gross. Don't tell me shit like that! I can't believe you've you've been letting my dad fuck you, but by the sounds i constantly hear coming from this room, obviously you have been. Why the fuck would you do that, and why haven't you changed back? My mom is going out of her mind."

Billy smiled and laughed. "Whatever dude! I've seen the two of you laughing and joking while you play games or hang out in your room. She's loving being a young dude, especially a stud like me.", and with that Billy sat up all proud.

"Get the fuck out of my mom's body and let her go out with y dad tonight!"

"Can't do it man. Loving this way too much and your dad's given me a few hints at what's happening AFTER dinner tonight. :let's just say I aint gettin out of bed tomorrow unless you're helping to walk.", Billy said with a laugh. "Now, get the hell out of ere and let me finish getting ready. You and your mom have to come to terms with the fact that I'm Amanda now. Tell her to enjoy growing up again. Oh, and how would you feel about a little brother or sister...?"

Not What Either Expected.

"Ba ha ha! See! You can't even walk in those shoes, let alone try to put my skirt on while wearing them. How on earth do you expect to be able to go into my work and pretend to be me? You likely should have put the skirt on before you put the shoes on, but what would I know about my own body."

"Oh really mom? Is that what you think?"Jonathan said as he looked up at his mother from the floor. He thought he was giving her a stern look, but Mary was disturbed by the look. She wasn't sure what bothered her more, how seductive and attractive her own body looked, or how her son's body, which she currently occupied, was reacting to the look. She wasn't sure how to stop the bulge starting in her pants so turned away while Jonathan awkwardly got back to his feet in the stilts he had chosen to wear this morning.

Jonathan was your typical, spoiled, 17 year old boy. Did nothing but lounge around the house, playing video games and staying out late with his friends. Mary knew that he was drinking and hoped he wasn't doing drugs. A couple of the young ladies from school had been hanging around a bit too much and she only hoped Jonathan was using condoms as she knew he was having sex pretty regularly when he told her he was 'studying'.

Lately, it had been a bit worse. Jonathan had been more than a little disrespectful, trashing the house most days, not doing his chores, and she was pretty sure one or more of the young girls her son was having sex with was trying on her clothes, if not outright stealing them  He'd also had sex on or in her bed on more than one occasion. Something he denied, but she knew had happened.

Mary couldn't wait for the holidays to be over so that her son wouldn't have the time to sit around the house doing nothing. She really wished he would get a job and stay occupied. She tried to convince him that if he did, he'd be earning his own money and would then have a bit more freedom, but he wouldn't listen. That's when one of her coworkers suggested she try a serum to swap bodies with her son.

At first, Mary just laughed this off, but when her co-worker explained that she could spend a bit of time as a 17 year old, get Jonathan a job and when he was back in his body he'd realise the benefits when the money started coming in. It was when it was mentioned that in her son's body, Jonathan would be the one that would have to clean up after her, that she decided she'd do it.

That night, she put the serum in her sons drink just before bed. Both felt extremely tired almost straight away and went to bed. In no time, they were both fast asleep.

Early in the morning, Mary was awoken my a shrill, woman's scream. She jumped up to see what was going on and fell to the ground. Near her on the ground was a pile of smelly clothes and she felt an awkward sensation in her pj bottoms. Wait! She didn't wear pj's let alone bottoms. What was going on? That's when she noticed she was in her son's room. She loked down and was shocked to see she had a young mans body right down to the erection in her pants.

Although she expected it, well all but the erection, she was still more than a little shocked. She ran out to find Jonathan, only to see her own body, one breast hanging outside of her tank top, and a look of absolute panic on her face. "Jonathan? Is that you?", she said.

"Who the fuck? Mom? Is that you? In my body? How did this happen? Change us back! Change us back now!", Jonathan said in Mary's voice, albeit a couple octaves higher than normal.

"Now relax son. I know this seems strange, but it's about time you learned a thing or two about your behaviour..."

"WHAT? YOU did this? On PURPOSE? Fix it mom. Fix it NOW!"

Mary just smirked at her son. "I don't think so, 'mom'!" she said. "You're going to learn a little responsibility. The sooner you accept this and act accordingly, the sooner I'll change us back The more you protest, the more you ignore me or your new responsibilities, and the longer you'll stay like that. Do you understand me?"

"But...". Jonathan began.

"No buts! Now, it's still early. I suggest you put my breast back in your top, return to bed and get a couple hours more sleep. You can call in sick for work for me in the morning, but like I said, misbehave or try to fight against this and you'll be going to work for me too, understand. Now, I'm going back to MY bed.", Mary said with a little chuckle, and turned around and went back in to Jonathan's room and crawled under the covers.

Jonathan just stood there, his legs shaking, casually putting one of his new breasts back into his moms night time singlet. He wasn't sure what to do so turned around and climbed back under his mother's covers.

Mary woke a couple hours later, once again with a rock hard penis. She sighed and went to push it down, but that sent a little wave of pleasure through her body. She wondered if she should do something about it? She could hear Jonathan in her shower and wondered what he was doing? Was he using the sound of the shower to mask exploring her body? That just encouraged her so she made her way to Jonathan's shower, turned it, and stepped in with a firm grip on her new member.

What an amazing feeling. Mary found that whether she was gentle or pulled on her new dick hard, the pleasure was unbelievable. In no time she had shot her sons seed all over the inside of the shower and was still hard enough to keep going. It took a lot longer to cum a second time, but after she did, she quickly washed up, made sure all the cum was down the drain and stepped out into a fresh towel.

As she dressed, she marvelled at the difference in mens and womens clothes. The loose fitting of the boxers she pout on was a sharp contrast to the panties she was used to hugging her sex. It was nice to throw a top on without having to struggle with an uncomfortable bra beforehand, then slipped on a loose pair of jeans. Much different from the tight women's jeans she was used to.

As she went to make her way downstairs,she heard a familiar click click on the kitchen floor. As if someone was walking around in heels. She quickly jumped down the stairs to see her body standing there. make up looking perfect, in fact as if she was going out rather than to work, a pair of pantyhouse with her special occasion thing underneath them, and her favourite blue blazer over a white blouse. She cold just make out the matching bra to the thong underneath the blouse. The matching skirt was in her old hand while a cup of coffee was in the other. She couldn't believe how good she actually looked.

Jonathan gave his mom a sultry smirk, put the coffee down. "Well. I do have to go to work, 'son' so I need to look professional.", he said and with that hev attempted to step into the skirt. Of course, he was wearing a pair of shoes that were ridiculously high,that his mother only wore on 'special occasions' and that's when he fell onto the ground. It hurt a little but he didn't want to show his mother that so stayed on the ground for a minute. 

After listening to his mother laugh ay him and getting to his feet, Jonathan leaned against the counter and slowly stepped into the skirt and pulled it up his soft legs. He made a mental not to put the skirt on tomorrow BEFORE the shoes. He was surprised how comfortable the shoes were and they were actually easy to walk in.

It was then that Mary turned around to see her son pick up her purse and her car keys and head to the door. "Remember to do your chores and look for a job son. I'll see you after work" He turned and with an extra smirk said, "Enjoy your time with Trish when she gets here."

Jonathan seemed to know how to get to his mother's office, where the staff car park was and what ID needed to be used to get in. He was thinking that he'd make a fool of his mother and force her to switchback, but when he actually entered the office, he felt a pang of trepidation and wasn't sure he could go through with it. What if he couldn't get out of this body? He decided to see how the day went. He realised there was a strong residue of his mother's memories accessible that would allow him to hopefully do her job, so into the office he went to begin.

As the day went on, Jonathan became more and more comfortable and confident. This wasn't so bad. Perhaps he should listen to his mother and actually look for a job. The only thing he was struggling with was interaction with one of the new associates. Dave was a well built man in his mid 20's with chiseled features. Every woman in the office seemed to stare at him a little longer than they likely should whenever he walked by and Jonathan was no different. Jonathan also noticed a warm dampness in his crotch whenever he made eye contact with Dave.

It was just after lunch that Jonathan was in his office and Dave stepped in with some files. Jonathan didn't notice Dave mostly close her office door before going over to his desk. "Here are the files you asked for Ms. Thames." Dave said as he put the files on the edge of the desk. Jonathan didn't remember asking for any files and as he went to look, he felt Dave's warm breath on his neck as he leaned down and began nibbling just underneath Jonathan's new ear.

Jonathan melted at first,then snapped up and asked what Dave was doing?

"Just our usual afternoon 'meeting'." Dave said with a wink.

Oh my god! Was his mother fooling around with this guy? How long had this been going on? Jonathan was awash with conflicting emotions. Shock and panic at this discovery, but he was also feeling warm and maybe just a little bit horny. He got up on unsteady legs and walked toward his office door, leading Dave along with him.

At home, although she had promised herself she'd show her son how productive he could be if he put his mind to it, some of Jonathan's own latent thoughts were influencing Mary. She had decided to try one of his video games. A first person shooter where the object was to kill everyone and everything. She enjoyed it much more than she thought, and before she knew it, there was a mess in the kitchen where she had hastily made snacks, her pants were off and she was right into the game.

The time had passed and it was now afternoon and Mary had accomplished nothing other than getting further than Jonathan had at his favourite game. She took more pleasure than she should at that and was still concentrating when she heard a knock at the door. "COME IN!" she yelled, and continued playing.

Mary was still engrossed in the game but almost died when a pair of female hands slid down her new firm pecs. "WHAT THE FUCK?", she said as she paused the game and turned around to see the smiling face of her son's friend Trish.

Trish bounded across the back of the couch, locking her lips onto Mary's and kissing her deeply and passionately. It was a bit rougher and less refined than what she was used to, but she found she couldn't pull away, or was it that she didn't want to.

Trish slid down beside Mary, her hand quickly going to Mary's crotch to rub her quickly emerging hard on. Mary gasped but didn't protest. She realised that although it felt different with Trish rubbing her new cock, it was just as pleasurable as when she had done it herself. Maybe a little more. She wondered if that was because it was someone else doing it. She realised that she didn't care and kept kissing Trish and guiding her hand up and down Mary's very hard cock.

Mary found herself becoming very relaxed and leaned back against the couch as Trish began kissing her neck and down her chest. Before she knew what was going on, Trish was sliding her pouty lips down Mary's rock hard cock. Mary thought about protesting, but thought, why not? So this was why men liked this so much. She had done this quite a bit herself, and considered herself a bit of an expert, but it was nice feeling Trish work her way through it.

"Oh shit! I'm gonna cum!", Mary shouted out!

Trish just moaned and started sucking harder and faster. As Mary exploded into Trish's mouth and watched her swallow every drop, her head became very fuzzy. What was going on? This was the third time Mary had cum today, but this felt different. Why was he thinking his mane was Maty? That was his mom's name.

Trish got up, wiped her mouth and led Jonathan's body up to  the master bedroom. Jonathan's mom had some sexy lingerie that Trish still wanted to try on while she fucked Jonathan. She felt pretty good that he looked so dazed and confused. Obviously she was getting really good at blow jobs.

At the same time, across town in Mary's office, Jonathan reached the door to direct Dave out. As he grabbed the handle, his mind became fuzzy and he fell against the door, closing it instead. As Dave moved in and slid his hand up Jonathan's skirt, then down his panties to his already engorged clitoris. Jonathan couldn't help but grab Dave by the back of the head and shove his mother's tongue as far down Dave's throat as possible.

Jonathan still wasn't sure what was happening or what he was doing, when Dave bent his mother's body over her desk. Jonathan felt he should be protesting that Dave was sliding his skirt up and his pantyhose and panties down. This isn't what he had planned. As his head began to clear a bit and he thought about protesting, he felt something large press into his new pussy and he immediately smiled, thinking this was what he had been waiting for all day.

Dave could tell that Mary had used the serum on her son, and this was his chance to get their affair back on track.

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.

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. 

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'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...