Date: Sat, 05 Sep 2009 16:33:40 -0400
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: The Magic Switch

			     THE MAGIC SWITCH
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     Gregg was sitting on his couch watching television when the front door
of his apartment slammed open. He was surprised by this, he kept the door
locked and the only other person who had the key wasn't the one who
entered!
     "Joe!" he said, getting up from his couch. "What the fuck are you
doing here?" The look on Joe's face was one of sheer panic. "What's wrong,
has something happened to Sheila?"
     "Yes! No! I mean...oh, God, Gregg, just hold me, please!" Joe came at
Gregg with his arms open.
     Gregg backed away from his girlfriend's brother. "Hey, hey, Joe, what
is this?"
     "I'm not Joe!" Joe said. "I'm Sheila."
     "Hah?" Gregg said, a "huh?" with an open mouth.
     "I know, I know. I can hardly believe it myself. Oh, Gregg, please,
just hold me a minute and I'll explain everything."
     Joe advanced on Gregg again and Gregg stood stock still while Joe's
arms went around him and Joe laid his head on Gregg's broad, strong chest
and blubbered. Joe was crying, crying like a girl! Gregg let Joe do it a
while, then he said.
     "What is it? Joe, come on, this is getting weird."
     "I know it's weird. I don't know what to tell you. I'm Sheila."
     "All right, you're Sheila." Gregg said, backing away. Joe thought he
was his sister, he had flipped! Downright loony-toon!
     "I'm not crazy, Gregg. I'm Sheila. Please, let me prove it to you. Ask
me a question, something only Sheila would know."
     "Uh...."
     "Ask me about our last date." Joe pressed. "We went to the Olive
Garden Wednesday night, remember? Two days ago?"
     "Yeah, I remember."
     "So do I. And I can prove it. Ask me about that date, something only
Sheila would know."
     "Uh.... How did the waiter screw up Sheila's dinner."
     "My dinner." Joe said. "He brought me fettuccine and I had ordered the
angel-hair pasta with garlic sauce."
     Yes, that was what happened. "What was our waiter's name?"
     "Giorgio." Joe said, smiled as if at a fond memory. "I made a joke
about Giorgio Armani and you said you didn't think Giorgio Armani would be
slinging spaghetti at the Olive Garden in his spare time, remember?"
     "Yeah." Gregg was dazed at this. "Yeah, I do remember." He looked at
Joe with new eyes. "You're Sheila."
     "Yes, yes, oh, God, yes!" and Joe lunged and hugged Gregg again and
this time Gregg patted Joe's back awkwardly. "Oh, God, someone who believes
me! It's been a nightmare since this afternoon when it happened!"
     "When what happened?"
     "The switch. I was on the phone with Rhonda and Joe came in and said,
Got a little present for you, Sis.' and I looked up and he splashed me with
this water or something, it smelled horrible, like lemon rinds and then he
splashed some on himself and said some peculiar words and then things went
black for a second and then I was looking at myself instead of at Joe. And
I...the other me...smiled and said, Just a little black magic, Sis.' and I
knew then that somehow, Joe had switched our minds. I was in Joe's body.
Why are you doing this to me?' I said and Joe smiled, Now I can get into
the bank vault after the bank closes.'" Sheila worked in a bank as an
assistant manager.
     "He...I mean you...plan to rob the bank?"
     "Joe does." Joe/Sheila blubbered. "He's going to work at my bank all
day and then when they close, he's going to stay behind, pretend to work on
the books, and after everyone is gone, he's going to take my keys and open
up the bank vault, I have a special set of keys to open it that overrides
the time lock, and he's going to steal the money and hide it
somewhere. Then I guess he's going to come find me and switch us back and
I'll be the one who goes to jail and I won't know where he rid any of the
money and they won't believe me and you got to help me, Gregg, you're the
only one who will believe me!"
     "Yeah, yeah, I believe you, baby." Gregg said. Sheila had called and
canceled her date for the night, saying she'd had to work late. "Christ!"
He'd seen those dumb movies about this kind of thing, but never expected to
actually see it for real! "So it's you in Joe's body! Fuck!" That last word
in a sort of wonder.
     "Yes, yes, it's me, oh, darling!" and Joe/Sheila reached for Gregg's
lips and gave him a big, ardent, lover's kiss! Gregg flinched at this at
first, but hell, it was his girlfriend kissing him, even in her brother's
body, and after a time, he relaxed into it and kissed her back like he
meant it.
     "So what are we going to do, baby?" Gregg said when Joe/Sheila finally
let go, held him/her at arm's length.
     "I've thought about it while coming over here." Joe/Sheila said with a
confidence that Gregg knew and loved. Sheila was damned smart. "We let him
get away with it. Only, when he comes looking for me, he can't find me."
     "You want to stay in Joe's body?"
     "Only until he gets caught by the police." Joe/Sheila said. "With him
locked up, we can force him to tell us where he got the potion, where the
witch is, make sure that everyone knows it's him and not me who stole that
money."
     "Okay." Gregg said. "I can see how that would work."
     "But I got to stay away from him until he gets caught." Joe/Sheila
said. "Can...can I stay here with you. And you don't tell anyone I'm here?
After all, the police won't be looking for Joe, they'll be looking for me,
for Sheila, I mean. Joe won't be able to hide from them for long. They'll
catch him and that's when we'll let him know where I am. Can I stay here,
with you? Please?" And Joe/Sheila smiled and made an undeniably coquettish
smile.
     Gregg managed a smile back. "Sure you can, baby. You know I've been
wanting you to move in with me for months now."
     "I know." Joe/Sheila said. "And now I'm here."
     "All right." Gregg said.
     "Oh, Gregg, I love you so much!" Joe/Sheila flung himself/herself at
Gregg again. "I love you, darling, I love you."
     "I love you, too, baby." Gregg said as Joe/Sheila began kissing him
again. This kiss and the hands that accompanied them got warmer and warmer
on him. But when one of them reached down for his groin, he flinched
back. "Hey, hey!"
     "Oh, Gregg, I'm sorry!" Joe/Sheila looked horribly hurt. "I forgot for
a moment. You don't exactly like the way I'm packaged right now, do you?"
     "It's not...what I'm into." Gregg agreed.
     Joe/Sheila frowned. "This part I hadn't thought through. I figured you
and I could make my stay here something of a long romantic interlude. It's
only Friday night, they won't suspect anything until Monday, after all."
Joe/Sheila looked down at himself/herself and then a mischievous smile lit
his/her face. "You know, that would serve him right."
     "Serve who right?"
     "Joe." Joe/Sheila said. "He's using my body to commit a felony. How
about I use his body in a way he wouldn't like."
     "What did you have in mind."
     "You and me have that long romantic interlude anyway."
     "With you?" Gregg goggled.
     "With me." Joe/Sheila smirked. "And when Joe/Sheila gets this body
back, he'll be the one with the butthole stretched out as big as it will
go."
     "You want me...to fuck you?" Gregg said. "With you like this?"
     "Yeah, why not!" Joe/Sheila said firmly. "Don't you think it's the
perfect revenge?"
     "Yeah, but you're...."
     "Oh, come on. I'm still the same person inside I always was. You said
time and again it was me you fell in love with. Well, this is your chance
to prove it." Joe/Sheila ended in triumph.
     "Yeah, but me getting in bed with a guy."
     "You're not getting in bed with a guy. You're getting in bed with a
girl stuck in a guy's body. In her rotten, mean, stinking, rotten brother's
body. I want you to take this body down and I want you to fuck it
hard. Make me feel every long, hard, throbbing inch of it."
     "Uh..." Gregg found himself throwing a huge boner, guy in a girl's
body or not. If Sheila had talked to him like that before. Oh, she had, now
and then, when she wanted to taunt him. But she had been saving herself for
marriage, she said when he'd tried to make good on it, leaving him with a
pounding erection and a cold tile bathroom to christen with the seed of his
frustration.
     "You've always wanted me, haven't you, Gregg?"
     "Yeah. I mean, I've always wanted Sheila...."
     "I'm Sheila." Joe/Sheila pressed him. "Take me to bed and let me prove
it to you beyond any doubt whatsoever. Only a real woman can love you the
way you need to be loved. So let me give you that loving." That was pure
Sheila, part of last week's date, they've been sparking on her couch and
she'd been teasing him. It convinced him in a way the rest of it hadn't.
     "Okay, you're Sheila." Gregg said. "And you want me to fuck your
brains out."
     "Over and over again, all night long." Joe/Sheila agreed. "Hard as you
want to."
     Gregg was downright panting now. "You got it, babe. We'll give your
brother something he'll never forget." He took Joe/Sheila in his arms and
scooped him/her up in them and Joe/Sheila giggled as Gregg carried him/her
to the bedroom.
     The bed was covered in dirty clothes both on his bed and on his floor,
but Gregg ignored them, dropped his male/female lover on his bed and lunged
in after her/him! He growled as he kissed that soft, supple neck. All he
had to do was close his eyes, and this WAS Sheila!
     Taking his/her clothes off was a trial of sorts. Gregg had had some
experience with dresses and pantyhose, but a t-shirt and blue jeans was
something else again. Those, he only knew from the inside! And seeing that
strapping boner inside the pants when he undid the fly only made it worse.
     "Geez, baby, how am I supposed to ignore that?" he complained.
     "Just think of it as my clitoris." Joe/Sheila suggested. "A big, long,
hard, pulsing clitoris. I can feel it like it is, I promise. Anything you
do to it, you'll do to me, not to Joe. Do it for me, baby. Play with my
clitoris."
     Gregg snuffled with his lust as he got those damned jeans off his/her
body. The briefs were totally male as well, but less identifiable as
such. He got them down and then looked on his nude female lover's totally
male body.
     Joe had a nice body, all right. Young (Joe was in college, a good
half-dozen years Sheila's junior), vibrantly muscled, a dusting of hair on
his chest and in a thin line on his stomach. The pubic hair thickened
around the tumescent prick which stood a sturdy seven inches upwards,
barely arcing towards Joe's stomach with its pear-shaped head. The legs
were thick and well-formed (Joe was a jogger on a daily basis) and more
hair on the lower legs glimmered in the light that seeped in from the
living room, their only source of light. Gregg studied this body as he
undressed himself, and ended with a hard-on downstairs and second thoughts
upstairs.
     "Can you love me like this, Gregg?" Joe/Sheila said to him, holding
his arms up to him. "Can you love me however I look?"
     "Yeah, baby!" Gregg growled and he plunged on top of his male/female
love! Joe/Sheila purred as he kissed his/her neck again, as his hand played
over his/her breast, palping and squeezing the small, hard, firm lumps
(Sheila's were much softer and larger, but these were okay, too, he found),
and down to the oversized clitoris that his male/female partner had for
him.
     He gripped it and his hand knew just what to do with this, all
right. Joe/Sheila groaned and purred some more as he pumped it up and down
firmly, and Joe/Sheila's hand came down and gripped Gregg's dong and
pleasured him in his turn.
     "Oh, yeah, Gregg, darling, yeah, oh, God!" Joe/Sheila gasped. "I need
you, baby, I need you so much!"
     "Lube me up, baby." Gregg murmured huskily and showed what he meant by
his movements, he got his basket up where his/her face was and waggled his
meat there. Joe/Sheila moaned in his/her own turn and that warm mouth
engulfed Gregg and took him fast and deep!
     "Yeah, oh, God, yeah, baby, yeah, eat that cock, suck me good, baby,
suck me good!" groaned Gregg. He got hold of Joe/Sheila's cock again and
pumped on it some more. "Get me all wet so I can fuck you like you want me
to, baby!"
     "Oh, oh!" Joe/Sheila pulled off his cock. "Will you do it for me, too,
some?" he/she begged. "It feels so good, it'll be me you're pleasing, not
Joe, please, honey, do it for me, too!" And that warm oasis swarmed over
his prong yet again, sending him into the desert of desire.
     Gregg moaned and looked at the firm, undoubtedly male rod he
held. Could he do this, for the woman he loved? Could he suck a cock when
it was attached to a girl?
     Hell, yeah! Gregg dove down and crammed that hard tool into his mouth
and Joe/Sheila crooned with his/her eagerness and sucked Gregg harder than
ever!
     Everything Gregg did to Joe/Sheila, Joe/Sheila did to him and even
better! He loved Joe/Sheila's prick, sucked on it with everything he could
possibly think of, wish for, dreamed of for himself. And everything he did,
Joe/Sheila did for him.
     "Oh, oh, oh!" Joe/Sheila began to moan and Gregg realized that his
mate was about to come. Jesus, now what did he do? He had this cock in his
mouth and it was about to blow!
     And Joe/Sheila shoved Gregg's prong down deep and held him there while
his/her moans reached their crescendo. That settled it for Gregg, he held
on tight and he prepared for the blast! No way was he going to diminish
Sheila's joy in this moment, their first lovemaking, just so he didn't have
to drink down a half-cupful of jizz! So when Joe/Sheila squirted, it was
right into Gregg's waiting mouth. As it pumped out, he clamped tighter and
began to drink. It was hot, salty, slimy and vaguely sweet as well, and it
was ambrosial. He'd brought some women to climax with his mouth and tongue
and they'd gush their juices into his mouth and onto his face. This was
like that and different, all of this was going into him, not over
him. Concentrated essence of their love! With this, they'd be united
forever!
     "Oh, oh, oh, Gregg, darling, baby, oh, thank you, oh, oh, thank you!"
Joe/Sheila babbled as his/her orgasm bubbled hot spunk into Gregg's mouth
and down his throat. "So good, baby, so good!"
     Done at last, Gregg realized that Joe/Sheila was getting
lethargic. Hell, a good jack-off always left him drained, he was
well-juiced, thickly coated in saliva and Joe/Sheila's asshole
beckoned. "Time for me to give you that fucking you were wanting." he
growled and squirmed around to get on top of his love.
     Joe/Sheila's legs reached up to encircle his waist, one firmly male
hand caught Gregg's pud and guided him in for the contact. "Right here,
baby, right here, oh, oh, OOOOOHHH!" Joe/Sheila moaned as Gregg's dong
plunged into him. Hard and rough, just like he/she'd asked for.
     Joe/Sheila's arms and legs held him/her in place while Gregg's ass
bobbed, plunge-fucking his male/female dearest. Gregg looked at
Joe/Sheila's lust-softened face and knew then that this was the one he
loved, beyond all doubt. No man could look at you like that, like you were
the most wonderful thing in the universe because you had your cock inside
of him. Gregg had never fucked a man before, but he knew that they couldn't
react to it like that. It must hurt like hell, and Joe/Sheila was loving
it, loving it all!
     Gregg fucked his love and fucked him/her on and on. His cock was on
the verge of climax, and it was like it couldn't get beyond that
antepenultimate point.
     Joe/Sheila seemed to realize that. "You're getting tired, dear."
he/she said. "Let me do this."
     And Gregg rolled over onto his back and watched Joe/Sheila as he/she
sat upright and began to lunge up and down on his rod. Gregg watched this
lithe male body bouncing on him and saw the cock he had drained beginning
to pump upwards again. Playfully, he grabbed it and pumped it in tune to
Joe/Sheila's motions, and Joe/Sheila moaned and pumped himself/herself up
and down faster.
     Gregg felt his climax building up at last. This was going to be worth
the wait, it felt like he had a quart of jizz in there. And Joe/Sheila was
going to get it all! "I'm about to blow it, baby!" he grunted. "Are you
ready for it?"
     "Oh, yeah, please, give it to me, pump that jizz into me, all of it,
all of it! Come on, give it to me, give me that hot man juice, give it to
me, give it to me!"
     "Here it comes, Joe, here it comes!" Gregg moaned and he blew it! Oh,
God, it was so fucking hot! "God, Joe, right up your ass, all of it, God,
you're so fucking hot! Yeah, yeah, yeah!" He creamed and creamed and it
blasted up into Joe/Sheila's ass and dribbled back onto Gregg's balls and
smeared all over them, in a hot foaming bath of spunk!
     "Oh, yeah, hot, hot!" Joe/Sheila moaned and he jetted another load
onto Gregg's stomach and chest!
     "Yeah, squirt that jizz on me, baby, all that hot jizz, I need it,
Joe, I need it!" Gregg panted. "Give it all to me, all of it!"
     "Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah!" Joe/Sheila moaned and when he was
done, he reached down and began rubbing his jizz all over Gregg's stomach
and chest. Done with that, he put his palm up to Gregg's face and Gregg
licked at it, lazily, loving this moment of intimacy.
     "Man, Joe, you are so fucking hot!" he said dreamily. Then he
started. "I mean Sheila! Sheila!" And he slumped back. "Man, this is doing
things to my mind! You got to find that witch and get your body back,
before I lose my mind!"
     "I know, dear, I know." Joe/Sheila said. "Give it time. We have the
entire weekend."
     "Yeah, baby." Gregg said. "All weekend. Let's make this weekend last."
     And they did it, over and over again, every position. On Saturday,
Gregg let Joe/Sheila shove his/her cock up his ass, loving that dong
attached to the girl he loved. So good, so very good.
     When the calls came from Sheila/Joe, they let the phone
ring. Sheila/Joe was worried, where was Joe? He wasn't home and she was so
worried. They laughed at these calls. Let the bitch take the rap, they
agreed. And when Sheila knocked...they didn't answer.
     Monday came, and with it, Gregg awoke to see Joe/Sheila getting
dressed. "What are you doing?" he asked, languishing in the warm bath of
the afterglow of another night of non-stop loving.
     "I have to go back home now." Joe/Sheila said.
     "But what about Joe?" Gregg asked. "What about the spell that witch
helped him cast on you?"
     Joe/Sheila smiled kindly from the doorway. "How old are you, Gregg,
twenty-seven?"
     "Twenty-six."
     "Aren't you a little old to be believing in witches?"

				  THE END
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