Date: Fri, 13 Nov 1998 18:40:05 -0000
From: Phil Stevens <phil_stevens@bigfoot.com>
Subject: Rachel's Curse

Rachel's Curse by Phil Stevens
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Although it is now much later, I have decided that I have no choice
but to write this story and say what happened to me. I am Paul
Wilkins. When I met Rachel, it was quite literally love at first
sight. We met in a bar and something just clicked between us. I was
actually expecting to pick her up that night and have sex with her.
Well I was to be disappointed as it just didn't happen, but at the
end of the night, she did give me her telephone number.

Over the next few weeks and months, we started dating. At each date
we talked, danced and kissed, but she never allowed us to go
further than that. She looked good at five foot four with fiery red
hair and a great figure. However, it was more than just how she
looked. I soon found that I really liked her as a person as well.

After about two months, things began to get difficult. I was crazy
about her. She was everything I had ever dreamed of. I think I was
really beginning to fall for her. I wanted to take her to bed and
make mad passionate love to her all night long, but I could tell
she was holding back. I had even briefly met her family and I knew
they approved of me. I could see in her eyes that she wanted to go
further, but something was stopping her from going that extra mile.

I had slept around before. I was a young executive climbing the
corporate ladder, but that did not stop me from playing the field.
Usually if I could not get into a girls panties within a few weeks
I would blow it all off. However, with Rachel I felt she might be
worth the wait. I had never felt like this about any girl before. I
had lusted for plenty, but never felt feelings like this.

We went out one Friday evening and she was wearing a dark blue
dress. She always made herself look fantastic, which only made my
own sexual arousal worse. We had a superb dinner, but when I
stepped in for a coffee at her apartment, I decided that now was a
good time to talk to her.

I did not want to lose her. After all, I think I was falling in
love with her. I just had to know what the problem was. It was a
little difficult talking about something like this, so I just tried
the direct approach and crossed my fingers.

"Rachel, we've been going together for nearly three months and you
know I really like you," I paused. These things are never as easy
once you start talking, "Rachel, are you attracted to me."

I could see the look in her face. She was worried. "Yes," she
answered.

"Then... well..." I stammered getting lost for words. Oh, well time
for improvisation, "Look, Rachel. If you're the sort of person that
doesn't believe in sex before marriage, then fair enough. I like
you enough and maybe I can deal with it, but I'd like to know where
I stand." I wasn't sure if I could deal with no sex before
marriage, but it sounded good. My heart was beating faster. I
thought I had put it over well enough, but you never can tell.

"Oh. I want to," she replied.

"Then... what's the problem," I said. I asked it more as a question
than a suggestion. By now, I just wanted to find out what was
holding her back. Although I would have quite happily had sex
tonight, I would prefer to discover the problem instead.

She seemed to stare ahead thinking. I couldn't make out exactly
what she was thinking with that expression. I just knew she wanted
to do it, but I could not work out what was holding her back.

"Okay, lets do it," she said looking straight at me.

I was slightly surprised. As I said, I just wanted to find out what
was holding her back. Part of me would have preferred to find out
the problem now and have sex another time, but the animal part of
me wanted the sex now and worry about the rest another time.

"Are you sure," I asked. I mentally kicked myself. "Don't talk her
out of it, you fool," I said to myself.

A smile lit her face. "Yeah. I'm sure," she said.

She stood up, reached behind her, unzipped her dress and let it
drop to the floor. She was a real sight before me and my jaw
dropped wide open in awe of her. She was wearing all black
underwear, bra, garter belt, stockings and panties. With her red
hair cascading over her shoulders, my cock was as hard as a rock.
She kicked off her high heels then moved towards me and sat across
my legs.

She leaned down and kissed me tenderly, sending me into pleasure
heaven as I reached up and touched her large round breasts. I
reached round to unfasten her bra, but she pulled back and stopped
me.

"Not yet. Feel them through it," she said as she guided my hands to
the cups of her bra.

After waiting for this for nearly three months, I think I would
have done practically anything she asked me to. She unbuckled my
pants and pulled them down slightly before freeing my very erect
cock from my boxers. She stroked it. I thought I was going to come
right away and I pulled her hands away.

"Wait," she said as she reached over to her purse and pulled out a
small condom in its wrapper. Part of me was a little disappointed.
I never did like condoms that much, but I was so turned on, that I
was prepared to fuck her any way she wanted.

She put the condom on me with almost expert precision and she then
pulled down her panties. I could she was wearing them inside her
suspenders, so they would not go down very far, but far enough for
what we were about to do.

She lifted up my cock and aimed it straight at her red haired
pussy. I had never seen it until now and it was a very welcome
sight. Whenever you have trouble getting a girl to bed, sometimes
you start to think if she has a hidden secret, like she is really a
guy or something.

She lowered herself onto me. Her pussy was tight, very tight even
for a twenty-two year old. She clearly hasn't had too many
boyfriends, so I penetrated slowly. Her pussy gripped my cock hard.
This was everything I had imagined.

She started slowly riding up and down on my cock. I had grabbed
hold of her tits again through her bra, kneading her nipples as
well as I could. I knew this was going to be over far too quickly,
but at least we would have done it. This was going to be the first
of hopefully many times. I knew I was close. Almost as I thought
this I felt my cock tense up. I was just about to come.

I continued to ride up and down on her cock until she gasped. At
this point, I knew she was about to come, so I clamped down on her
cock gripping it tight. She still had her hands on my tits and she
squeezed my nipples through the bra. I slowed down a little
allowing Rachel to enjoy her orgasm as she continued to pump her
seed into the condom, part of me wishing she didn't have to wear a
condom. I was too nervous to come, but at least she enjoyed it.

At this point, the realization began to filter through to me.
Looking back, I still find it difficult to comprehend the feeling I
felt, but I will never ever forget it.

Over the next few seconds, I slowly began to realize what was
happening. Less than a minute ago, I had been sitting down while
Rachel straddled my legs and fucked me. Now I was sitting across my
own legs fucking my old cock. My old hands were on my tits.

I had tits. "Holy shit," I thought, "I'm Rachel. I'm fucking my own
body."

I jumped up and backwards at the same time forcing my old cock out
of my pussy. I immediately lost my balance and fell over. My old
body also got up. Something told me Rachel was now controlling my
old body but I wasn't entirely sure. I struggled to get to my feet
and run out of the door.

"It's okay," my old body said as it blocked my path, hands held out
in front of it. I ignored it and pushed past, but my old body
grabbed me by from behind by throwing both it's arms around my
waist and lifting me off the floor slightly. I struggled to break
free but my new body was now much weaker in comparison. I was also
at least six inches smaller.

If I had still been wearing Rachel's high heels, I would have
probably tried to stab its feet to get away. Then again, if I had
been wearing her heels I probably would not have been able to even
stand up in the first place.

"Calm down. Everything will be alright," my old body said.

We have all heard people tell us to calm down before and it's
usually good advice. But when you've suddenly become your own
girlfriend and your old body is now holding you from behind, it
doesn't quite have the same ring to it, so I continued to struggle,
but my old body was simply too strong for me. It held me gently but
firmly.

"What's happening," I shrieked hysterically while still struggling,
"Let me go," I demanded.

"Paul, everything will be okay. We've just swapped places for a
while," my old body responded.

"Rachel," I asked, trying to look round as I stopped struggling.

"Yes. It's me in here. I'm in your body and now and you're in
mine," my old body responded.

I now knew that Rachel was controlling my old body. This reassured
me in some ways, I did not have to think of my old body as an 'it'
anymore, but in other ways, I became more worried. Rachel clearly
knew exactly what was going on.

"I'm going to release you now, okay," she said as she turned me
around, so I was no longer facing the door and she released me.
"Sit down and I'll explain everything," she said softly.

Rachel pulled up her boxers over her softening cock, which was
still contained in the condom. She then pulled up her pants, which
had been round her ankles all this time. At this point, I realized
just how exposed I was. I was wearing Rachel's garter belt,
panties, stockings and her bra. Almost as if she read my mind, she
handed me my shirt, or was it her shirt now. Hell. Anyway, I
quickly put in on. I pulled the panties back up, covering my bare
crotch. I then sat down on the couch.

Rachel sat down, still bare chested beside me and took my hands.
This felt uncomfortable to me, having my hands held like this by a
man.

"Paul. I know this is a shock for you, but please let me explain,"
she said. I just looked at her blankly. I mean, what can you say in
a situation like that.

"We've been going out for several months now and I really, really
like you," she paused and took a breath, "I know you've wanted to
make love to me for a while. What you do not know is that I have
wanted to make love to you just as badly. Now you know why I
haven't," she said as she waved her hand at my new body.

"Is... t-this... p-p-permanent," I stuttered out.

"No. But we can't turn back for a full twenty four hours."

"H-How," I said looking down at myself still finding it difficult
to believe I was now Rachel.

"It's a long story and I promise to tell it to you one day. But
right now, I think you need a drink. I'm going to get one. Do you
promise not to try and run off again."

I nodded. I was slightly calmer now and no longer wanted to run
away. After all, I wanted my old body back and I would go nowhere
fast dressed like this. Rachel went over to a cabinet to fetch me a
drink. I took this chance to look over my body. Of course, I had
looked it up and down many times before, but never from this angle.
I could feel my red hair over my shoulders. I reached my hands up
and gently touched by boobs. My legs seemed silky smooth,
especially in the sheer stockings I now wore.

Rachel brought the drink back over. My hands were shaking slightly
as I took a drink from it.

"Don't gulp it down as much. Your body's a lot smaller now. You
can't take as much alcohol," Rachel warned. I took her advice
before placing it down on the coffee table.

"Rachel. What's happened? I mean what's really happened," I
pleaded.

Rachel twisted slightly to face me before explaining; "I've been
cursed. I won't go into all the details now, but to put it simply,
every time I have sex with someone, I switch places with that
person at the point of orgasm."

"But why didn't you tell me. Why do... this."

"Because you would have never believed me. I'm sorry I had to do it
this way, but there was no other way to make you understand. If I
had told you this would happen, you would have thought I was
crazy."

I suppose she was right. If she had walked in the door and said,
"right, I want to make love to you. Oh, by the way, at the end of
it all you'll be me, okay," I would have thought she had lost her
mind. Nevertheless, at the time, I did feel that switching bodies
without telling me was a bit extreme.

"So how do we switch back," I asked. Rachel just looked at me with
a pained expression on her face. I quickly put two and two together
and my stomach lurched at the conclusion.

"You're fucking joking, right," as I looked up and down at my old
body. The mere thought of even touching that body almost made me
physically sick, "Tell me there's another way, please."

"We don't have to have sex," she said which made me sigh with
relief, until her next line almost scared me half to death, "sexual
intercourse that is, but we are going to have to have some form of
sexual contact"

"I can't do it," I blurted out, "I'm not gay"

"Well, ideally you won't have to do anything. All you have to do is
lay back and let my fingers do the work. Turn out the lights and
you will never even know it's your old body. If I can get you to
come, you'll probably enjoy it."

"No. I can't," I repeated.

"Well, we can't for another day anyway. Whenever I transfer, I have
to wait twenty fours hours before I can transfer again. Even if we
were to have full sex tonight, we wouldn't switch back."

"So, you mean I've got to spend a day like this," I said. I wasn't
sure what I was more afraid of, having sex with my former body, or
spending just one single day as a woman.

Rachel nodded. "You're in shock now," she said as she took the
drink from me, "Let me put you to bed. I'll sleep in here on the
couch. We can talk in the morning. It's Saturday tomorrow and
neither of us have anything important to do."

Rachel did as promised. We didn't talk much more that night,
partially because I was in no mood for it. Rachel took me to her
bedroom. As she started to undress me, I tried to push her away. I
again realized just how much a strength difference there was now.

"Okay, if you think you can undo your bra on your own, go right
ahead," she said looking straight at me, "I'm not going to touch
you, just put you to bed."

I eventually relented and allowed her to undress me. She unfastened
my bra. It was so strange to think of it as 'my' bra.

"Why didn't you let me take of your bra when we were... you know,"
I asked her.

"Because I didn't want you to be completely naked after we
switched. That's why I put a condom on you. I didn't want you to
have your own cum dripping out of your new pussy. You might not
have been able to handle it."

I shuddered at the thought that I actually had a cock inside me. It
all happened so quickly and I did not really remember that part
very well, but I did remember that it was a very strange sensation
having my pussy filled like that.

Rachel continued as she removed my stockings, "It's also the same
with the high heels. I knew you would probably pull back. If you
had still been wearing them you could have fallen over and broken
an ankle."

"You really had all this planned didn't you," I said with a hint of
bitterness.

"No," she said looking straight at me, "I didn't plan on doing this
tonight. If I had, perhaps things would have been better, but when
you suggested it, I just couldn't hold out any longer. I am really
sorry it had to happen this way. Sit on the bed."

I sat down on the bed. I felt incredibly vulnerable sitting on the
bed completely naked. Rachel offered me one of her nightgowns, but
I said I preferred to sleep naked. When the covers were pulled over
me, Rachel said.

"Now, I'll be in the other room. You get a good nights sleep and
don't worry. We'll sort all this out tomorrow," she then planted a
kiss on my forehead and left the room.

"Don't worry," I thought. How can I not worry when I'm laying here
in bed with tits and a cunt? I had always thought that when I
eventually went to sleep in Rachel's bed that Rachel would be in
the bed with me. Well, she is in bed with me... at least her
body... oh hell you know what I mean.

A few minutes later I heard a man crying in the other room. For an
instant, I wondered who it was, until I realized it was Rachel.
"What the hell was she crying for?" I wondered. I thought that I
was the one that had something to cry for.

I soon felt drowsy. I assumed that Rachel put some sort of sleeping
tablets in that drink she gave me. It wasn't long before I fell
asleep still trying to comprehend what has happened and trying to
work out what to do.

**************

I woke up reasonably early the next morning. Sleeping had been okay
but once I had woken up, I found I could not get back to sleep
again. My tits seemed to keep moving around on my chest. They were
not that uncomfortable but they were a constant reminder of what
had happened. After a while curiosity compelled me to feel them.

When I gently caressed them, I found it seemed to excite a part of
me. I had thought about doing the same with my new crotch, but held
back. I remembered Rachel saying something like she wanted me to
orgasm tonight in order to get my proper body back. I did not fully
understand how the female sex drive worked, so I didn't want to
spend myself now and be incapable of cumming tonight.

Once I got out of bed, I had to put something on. I could wear one
of Rachel's nightgowns or search through and find some clothes to
wear. Rachel had taken away my old shirt, which I had worn after
our transfer. I thought about calling to Rachel for help, but I did
not want to admit to her that I couldn't do something as simple as
get dressed and more importantly, I didn't want her male eyes to
see me completely naked again.

I found her underwear drawer and picked out a pair of panties,
which I put on. I also saw some of her bras in there. I picked one
up and toyed with the idea of wearing it. I really didn't want to
wear it, but I could see that I needed it. My boobs just kept
bouncing around. I decided that it was likely that Rachel would
talk me into wearing one anyway and I would prefer to put one on
myself than have her hands all over my body again.

I knew I couldn't hook it up behind me, so I fastened it the wrong
way around and twisted it back before pulling it up over my boobs.
They seemed strangely larger from this perspective. It felt
restrictive having all this elastic wrapped round my chest.

Then I searched through her wardrobe. I had intended to wear some
plain clothes, but the trouble was I couldn't find any. Rachel had
always dressed in a feminine way, but I had assumed that she had
some more normal clothes. However, if she did, I couldn't find
them. So I eventually settled on one of her blouses and a long
loose skirt.

When putting on the blouse, it took me a few seconds to realize
that the buttons were on the wrong side. I felt so silly wearing
these clothes. After it was all done, I looked in her bedside
mirror and all I could see was Rachel staring back. My hair was a
bit of a mess and my makeup was old, but it was still Rachel
staring back at me.

"Oh well, time to face the world, or at least Rachel," I thought as
I headed for the door.

**************

When I got into the kitchen, Rachel was startled to see me. As soon
as she saw me, she looked up and down my body. I think she was just
as surprised to see me wearing a skirt.

"Morning," she said with some trepidation, "sleep well." I nodded.
"I'm making breakfast. I was just about to bring it to you in bed.
Have a seat," she said.

I sat down as she finished making it and she brought it to me. As I
started to eat it, she said, "I see you've found some... clothes."
Clearly the skirt was bothering her. I could tell that she wanted
to ask me about it, or rather, how I felt about wearing it, but I
guessed she didn't want me to blow up in her face so she held back.

Although I did still felt a bit angry, I was hardly going to make a
fuss while she still had my body. Apart from the fact that I felt
more vulnerable as a female I needed to get my old body back and
did not want to push her too far. Still, I felt that I had the
upper hand here so I said nothing and kept her thinking while I ate
my breakfast.

When we were finished, I broke my silence, "So, now tell me
everything about this curse."

Rachel seemed relieved that I had finally said something to her,
"Well I can't tell you my history yet, or how I got it, but I will
tell you how it works," she paused briefly, "Every time I have sex
with someone I switch places with that person. The transfer is
triggered by an orgasm, from either me or the person I'm making
love to. As soon as one of us comes, we switch places instantly.
It's as simple as that."

"And so I'm going to have to.... fuck you to get my old body back,"
The thought of this was making my body shiver.

"No, like I said last night we don't have to have sex. But we will
have to... do something. I'll explain it later."

"Okay," I said wanting to put it out of my mind for now. But
another awkward question sprung to mind. This had been bothering me
ever since the transfer last night and it had haunted me yet again
as I was lying in bed unable to sleep this morning. There was no
easy way of putting it over, "Last night when we made that switch,
it was so... weird... I mean when I was first in your body, I...
I... " I tried to finish but couldn't form the words.

"What you're trying to say is that in those first few seconds, you
couldn't see anything wrong in fucking a man, could you," she
finished for me. I didn't say anything, but it was true. In the few
seconds that followed the transfer, it was as if I had done it a
hundred times before. I could not see anything wrong in it.

"It's perfectly normal," she said, "You see, in the first few
seconds, you're just an observer in that body. Your body continued
to act and feel as if I was still in it. You felt what I felt.
That's why you kept fucking me even after your transfer. The same
happens for me. Sometimes you even think what that person thought."

"So how long does it take to get control," I asked, worried that I
might still be acting like Rachel. It just occurred to me that I
had just got dressed in her clothes.

"About five to ten seconds. And it's gradual. Did it sort of filter
through to you what was happening," I nodded, "Yeah. That's
perfectly normal."

"So after say fifteen seconds, I'm in complete control," I said,
once again wanting to be reassured that I'm still mentally male.

"You're in complete control of the body. But you still have to
accept the emotional state of the new body for a few minutes. You
do not have to respond to it, but you have to feel it. Imagine last
night that when you fucked me, I was as horny as hell. Then when we
switched, you would have been as horny as hell. Now whether or not
you respond to that is still up to you, but you would have still
felt horny for a few minutes."

She continued, "I was hoping to be a bit more aroused when we
switched last night. I hoped it would have made it easier for you,
but I was just too anxious and that anxiety got transferred to
you."

"So right now, I'm in absolute control," I asked. Although this was
the third time I had asked, I still wanted complete assurance that
I was not acting like a woman.

Rachel smiled, "Don't worry, you won't start acting like me if
that's what you are worried about," she said. I felt a little
embarrassed that she had been able to read me so easily.

She finally looked at my body once again and said, "So do you want
me to find you some pants and a shirt, or do you want to be dressed
like that all day." She was smiling as she said it, which put me at
ease a little.

**************

Rachel found me some pants and a shirt. They were tucked away deep
in one of her drawers.

"Why are all these hidden away. Don't you ever wears pants," I
asked.

"No," she replied.

"Why," I asked. I had always thought she was feminine, but never
this feminine. She stopped for a minute.

"I don't know. I think its part of the curse. Whenever I am a
woman, I only want to wear women's clothes. I simply don't feel
comfortable in pants. But now, when I'm a guy, I wouldn't think of
wearing a skirt. It doesn't interest me at all. The same thing
happens with my sex drive. It reverses almost instantly. Guys don't
turn me on anymore. Girls do now," she said as she looked at my
body in a way which made my skin crawl.

I swallowed, "Will I start... looking at guys."

She saw the worry in my face and gave a faint smile, "No. Don't
worry. The instant changes only affect me. If you were to stay in
this body long enough, then maybe. But you would always remain
attracted to girls. The people I swap with never go through any
instant mental changes, but with me, everything is reversed and
instantly. I suppose it sort of stops me from becoming gay or
lesbian."

"Can you switch with... another guy," I asked her. I was not sure
if the term straight, lesbian or gay could really apply to Rachel.

"No. I've tried it before and we don't switch. But I don't get any
pleasure out of it at all. In fact, it disgusts me. It sure would
make it a lot easier on me if I could become gay or lesbian. But
then it wouldn't be much a curse if there was an easy way out."

I put on the new, more comfortable clothes. Rachel turned away as I
got out of her skirt and blouse. She then cleaned the makeup of my
face and tidied up my hair. I lounged around most of the day. I did
not want to go outside with this body and I considered everything
that had happened. I had to laugh at certain times. I had wanted to
get inside Rachel's panties, only not quite so literally.

What was I going to do? I had such great fun with Rachel. My dreams
were now shattered. The woman I had fallen in love with, was
well... a guy now.

**************

Being female for the day didn't prove too much of a problem. I had
to get used to my new balance, but that was reasonably easy. I also
had to get used to the mounds of flesh on my chest. Rachel's boobs
were not enormous, but at 36D, they were a handful, especially from
this perspective. Wearing a bra felt oddly... more comfortable now.

I tried putting on the TV to take my mind off things. Huh, the
first thing I watched... Jerry Springer with the title "Honey, I've
got a secret." I always liked watching Jerry Springer. I found it
funny but somehow it wasn't quite so funny anymore. I don't think I
watched it again for a long time.

I switched the channel. Next, a Baywatch rerun. I admired the body
of one of the stars, female of course, and her large tits until I
realized I've got a pretty good female body right here and a good
set of tits as well.

No matter what channel I watched, there would be something to
remind me of my current predicament. Have you ever had that feeling
when you wished you had a gun so you could shoot the TV?

Eventually I went to find her. There were a few questions I needed
answering. I had put it off earlier, but I could not delay it any
longer.

"So how will it work tonight. How are we going to... you know," I
said. She could see the pain in my face as I was trying to resolve
myself with the mere thought of sleeping with my old body.

"Right, well as I said. I want to try to get you to come. Have you
ever eaten pussy before. Do you mind doing it," she asked.

"In order, yes and no," I replied to her two questions, "Why"

"Well, then that's how I'll try to get you to come. I will eat you
out. So, when you come, you'll suddenly be eating me out. You okay
with that."

"Yeah. I'm okay," I said, "But what if that doesn't work. What if I
don't come," I pointed out.

"Well, then we can try other things. Using my fingers or using
vibrators," she said.

"And what if none of it works. What if I simply can't come," I
said. I sort of already knew the answer already, but I had to hear
it from her.

"Then... I'll have to. And you will have to play at least some part
in it"

"NO," I said defiantly, "Why can't you just jerk yourself off if
that's all you need to do."

"It won't work," she said before pausing, "Okay let me explain the
exact details of this curse."

"Finally," I said. At last, I was finding out what I wanted to
know.

"Like I said, the transfer is triggered by an orgasm from one of
us. But apart from the twenty four hour blockage, I've learned that
there are certain conditions to this."

"Firstly, we must be touching one another at the time of orgasm, if
only by fingertips. So if you were wearing a condom while I sucked
your cock and we were not touching in any other way, which isn't
easy, there would be no transfer."

"The second condition we don't have to worry about too much. If we
both come at the same time, a simultaneous orgasm, then no exchange
takes place, but also I can't exchange again for a full week. But
it has to be at exactly the same time, and I mean exactly. It
doesn't happen that often."

"The third condition is the awkward one. The transfer only occurs
if the other person is the cause of the orgasm. Now if you're
fucking someone, it counts every time, but jerking yourself off
doesn't count unless the other person does something to make you
come. So, that's it. One of us has to come, out of the actions of
the other."

"So if I can't come, I'm going to have to do something to make you
come," I brought my hand up to my face at the sheer thought of what
all this meant.

"Hey, don't worry. If you don't think you're up to doing anything,
then all you have to do is lay back and close your eyes. As I said,
fucking always counts. Before you know it, you'll be back in your
proper body."

I tried to put it in the back of my mind and change the subject
slightly, "Rachel, how could you expect me to remain your boyfriend
after all this. Surely you must have known it would all be over
between us."

She looked down before answering, "Yes. I did expect it. I knew
that from the moment I first saw you this would happen. And I fully
expect to lose you now. I don't want to, but I can't make you stay
with me."

I didn't say anything so she continued, "I thought about breaking
it all off. I cried myself to sleep many times wondering what to
do. In the end, I decided to go through with it and... hope... you
could handle it. Obviously you can't"

I rather felt sorry for her. I now understood why she did what she
did, but I didn't feel as if there was anything I could do about
it. I just wanted my old body back. I think I could see tears in
her eyes.

I looked over at her. I cannot describe how weird it was to look
over and see both Rachel and my old body. Rachel was acting
slightly different. She was acting more... well masculine now.

All the same, when I look in her male eyes, I still see Rachel.
Somehow, I know that the person I love is still in there, intact. I
can see she's hurting badly and I want to reach over to her and
hold her in my arms, but I just can't bring myself to do it.

Maybe we can stay friends when I get my proper body back. I don't
see how we could ever become lovers after this. I'm simply not gay
and I don't see how I ever can be. Even if I do have to do it
tonight, it will be the first, last and only time.

**************

As the evening got later, I knew the time was approaching when we
would try to return to our proper bodies. This made me nervous. Of
course I knew that if I was nervous then I would not be able to
climax and I knew what would happen if I couldn't climax. That only
made me more nervous. Damn, I felt like a fifteen-year-old girl
about to have sex for the first time. But in so many ways, that's
just what I am right now.

I tried to make some idle conversation to pass the time. Yet
another burning question sprung to mind.

"Rachel. Is this your original body," I asked gesturing to my
current female body, "I mean, were you born in this body."

She paused for a minute before looking at me, "No," she replied.
"I've been through quite a few changes from my original body."

"Were you a... woman originally," I asked.

"Does it really matter what I used to be," she replied. I detected
just a hint of annoyance in her voice. I only shrugged.

Looking back, I suppose that was a pretty chauvinistic question to
ask to her, but somehow at the time I felt that it wouldn't be
quite as bad if she was born a woman.

"Yes, I was born a woman," she answered eventually, "In fact my
real name was Rachel. It's one of things that attracted me to this
body."

Just as one question leads to another, her answer caused another
question to surface, "What happened to the original owner of this
body then."

"I can't tell you that just yet," she replied.

I didn't like that answer. An image of a male Rachel raping this
body, getting it and then 'disposing' of the male body flashed
through my mind. Surely Rachel's not capable of something like
that. She always seemed so kind and gentle. But then, all this has
proved that I really don't know Rachel at all. If I were honest, I
would say I was a little afraid of her, especially since I am a
weak female now.

It then occurred to me that Rachel had a very loving family, "Does
your family know about all this."

"No. In fact all of my friends and family that you have met don't
know about this curse," she then seemed a little concerned, "Paul,
you have to promise not to tell anyone about this. I doubt anyone
would believe you anyway. I know you're angry with me, but if you
tell anyone then I will have to leave straight away. You'll hurt a
lot of people if you do that."

I just nodded, "Okay, I'll keep your secret safe," I was not so
angry with her anymore, just annoyed now. I laughed a little at the
thought that her parents had clearly been pushing Rachel to go
further with me.

"What," she asked wanting to know what I found so amusing.

"It's just your parents. They've been encouraging you to go out
with me haven't they."

"Yeah. They're only doing it out of love. They see that I've never
had any long-term boyfriends and they're worried about me. I tell
them I'm fine, but they can see I'm not really happy and they're
just trying to help."

Only now was I beginning to appreciate how hard this must be for
Rachel. Up until now, I had been whining on about myself. But after
tonight, it's all over for me. I can go back to my usual life and
put this all in my scrapbook. I might even laugh at this in a few
years time.

But for Rachel, it just carries on, for however long this curse of
hers lasts. Again, I feel the desire to hug her and maybe have a
good cry together. I can see that we both need it. I almost did it,
but somehow the maleness inside me dug in deep and prevented me.

**************

Eventually the time came when the block on Rachel being able to
transfer was over. Rachel had suggested that we try it a few hours
earlier, so I could experience it in full. She said I might really
enjoy it. I refused because I wanted to get back at the earliest
opportunity, plus I worried that I might only be able to orgasm
once and if that was the case, I wanted that one time to get my
back to my proper body.

I suggested waiting another half an hour just to make sure, but
Rachel assured me that the timing was as regular as clockwork, so
we worked our way to the bedroom. I felt that my vaginal muscles
were clenched so tight, Rachel would have trouble getting a single
finger up there, let alone my old cock if it came down to it.

When in the bedroom, Rachel turned off the light. She told me to
get undressed, then lay on the bed and try to please myself. When
the time was right, she would join me and eat my pussy to orgasm.
She gave a solemn vow that she would not do anything else. She took
off her shirt but kept her pants on and sat in a chair at the end
of the bed.

Getting undressed was not easy. I had to struggle getting the bra
off. Then I did as Rachel asked and I laid on the bed and played
with myself. Rachel told me to forget about her and just
concentrate on myself. She also told me to take my time and she
said that there was no rush.

What happened next is hard to properly quantify because I don't
fully remember how long I took doing this. As I was playing with
myself, it didn't do anything for me at first. I think it was
because I was still thinking about what would happen if it did not
work. Before all this happened, I couldn't help but get turned on
when my hands touched female breasts, but now it just didn't do a
thing for me.

Rachel told me to relax and be gentle with myself. She told me just
to lay there for a bit and drift away. After a while (and I have no
idea how long it was), I started to slowly relax. I strongly
suspected that Rachel had given me something in my drink to relax
me a while ago just like she did last night to get me to sleep.

But whatever she did, I wasn't going to complain. Anything to make
all this easier. I started softly playing with my tits. Slowly but
surely, I found that I was starting to get pleasure from this. My
nipples seemed more sensitive than my male equivalents. The nipples
protruded directly upwards and slowly hardened. I had run my hand
over my new feminine mound between my legs but so far had resisted
the urge to go any further. There was a strange feeling of dampness
down there that I had never felt before.

"Go on," Rachel interrupted, "Finger yourself. And don't be
embarrassed about enjoying it."

I did as she asked. I spread my legs very wide and ran both hands
down my stomach. In one motion, I plunged several fingers deep
inside my damp pussy. I supposed I had no idea what to expect, but
the sensation I received caused me to gasp. I felt a little shame,
but I remembered what Rachel had just said about enjoying it.

It took me a few minutes to get used to all this. At first, I just
fingered around getting used to all the new sensations. But after a
while (and once again I do not know how long) it struck me that I
was really enjoying it. My juices were now flowing and my body was
tingling. I felt completely relaxed about what I was doing. I even
forgot about Rachel sitting in the chair. I just closed my eyes and
allowed my finger to do all the work. It felt strange, but not as
strange is it should have felt, if you see what I mean.

I rubbed my clitoris and my body groaned in reply. I started
pushing two fingers deep into my tight cunt. At the end of each
thrust, I would rub my clit, which would send a burst of pleasure
throughout my body and cause me to gasp. The gasps got
progressively louder and louder.

As I was doing this, Rachel got up from the chair and began to move
over toward me. Because I had forgotten about her, I stopped
briefly.

"Don't worry," she said, "It's time for your pussy to be eaten.
It's time for you to get your body back," she said as she moved to
the end of the bed.

By now my body was in a much higher state of excitement, so I no
longer had any problem with my old body eating me out. Rachel was
still wearing pants. She laid face down on the bed and slid her
face up to me. Her hands stopped my fingers and pulled them out.
She licked my hands clean, then she used her own fingers (well my
old fingers) and rubbed my already enlarged clitoris. Now I had
tried this, but it was something about the way she did it, because
I involuntarily groaned and arched my back slightly.

She then used her hands to push my legs fully apart before burying
her face deep in my pussy. It was dark, so I could not see what she
was doing with her tongue, but I could certainly feel it, or I
could feel the effects of it. I had brought my hands back to my
tits and I began playing with them yet again.

It didn't take me long to realize that I was going to be able to
orgasm like this. I couldn't really tell how close I was, but I
just knew I was going to be able to it. The reason why I had been
so tense and nervous was the fear of what would happen if I could
not climax. Now that I knew that I could come, it seems as if all
the problems washed away. I just had to lay back and enjoy it. I
squirmed on the bed reveling in all these new feelings.

I knew that it was all getting closer. I rubbed my tits with the
palms of my hands sending yet more sensations to my brain. The
nipples were sticking out like bullets. As I felt the pleasure
within me build I began to thrust upwards as I was soon becoming
lost in the situation.

I then felt this desire. It was a desire to be penetrated, to have
something big inside me. In that instant, the most appropriate
thing I could think of was my old cock.

I mentally shook myself. What was I thinking? Here I am fantasizing
about having a cock inside me. But even as I thought that, my
nipples got harder and my pussy wetter.

All this thought about cocks inside me seemed to bring me ever
closer. Rachel sensed I was close so she buried her tongue deep
within me. Before I knew what I was doing, I was thrusting up
slightly humping her tongue. But her tongue was not big enough. I
wanted something bigger in there. Oh god, what was I thinking.

Just as I thought I was about to come, Rachel stopped and she
started running her tongue down my thighs and legs. I groaned
loudly.

"Don't worry," she said pausing, "You'll come. I just want to make
it more enjoyable for you," she said.

I suppose I should have insisted that she make me come straight
away. I had agreed to do this for the sole intention of getting my
body back as soon as possible. But now that I am here, I found that
my body was basking in a sexual heat. I still wanted to orgasm to
get my old body back, but I also wanted to enjoy it a little longer
so I remained silent.

After some light touches, she returned her attention to my groin.
By now, my juices were flowing freely. I could feel a burning fire
between my legs.

In a matter of minutes, she had worked me up again. There was no
resistance from me this time. I was working with her, doing
everything I could to help her. She built me right up to a peak
again before stopping again just as she knew I was going to come.

"Noooo," I wailed, "Let me come, please." She must have planned
this. After bringing me to the edge several times, my resistance
had been completely shattered. I was now begging for an orgasm from
her and you know what, I no longer cared how she did it. Also, I
had forgotten about the reason for the orgasm. I wanted it for the
sheer pleasure, not so much for getting my old body back.

She started working me up yet again. An image flashed through my
mind. It was an image of Rachel on top of me fucking my cunt with
my old cock. The desire to be penetrated was now overwhelming and
no matter how hard I tried, I simply couldn't think of anything
more appropriate than my large member in Rachel's pants.

Had she pulled down her pants and begun to fuck me, I really don't
think I would have objected and if she kept bringing me to the edge
and back many more times, I might even ask her to do it. Part of me
actually wanted it, but my pride prevented me from asking Rachel. I
was just too embarrassed.

She was bringing me close yet again, "Don't stop. Please don't
stop," I begged. This time, instead of stopping, she pushed two
fingers deep into my wet hole. I knew that this time there was no
going back. I was going to come in Rachel's face.

My cock was almost bursting my pants as I sucked on her clit and
pushed my fingers deeper inside. She screamed aloud as her whole
body started shuddering and she squirted her juices. Her arms
thrashed about eventually clutching the bed sheets. I continued to
eat her out trying to prolong her orgasm as long as I could licking
her sweet love juice. Damn I wished I could have fucked her instead
of eating her, but I had promised her not to do that.

Just like before, I soon started to realize what was happening.
Damn those transfers feel weird. It's instant and it happens just
before the orgasm actually hits but it doesn't actually register in
your brain until several seconds later.

My face was buried deep between Rachel's legs, but at least it was
now my proper face and Rachel's proper legs. I was now back in my
proper body. Slowly she came down from her sexual peak and I
eventually stopped.

"Thanks," she said as moved down the bed to kiss me.

"What for," I asked.

"For that orgasm," she said, "It was your orgasm, but I was the one
to have it. Damn, it was a good one."

Now you know, in that instant I did feel a slight tinge of regret.
I just felt I had been robbed of a wonderful orgasm. Okay, I was
happy to be back in my proper body, but there was a part of me that
would have preferred to experience it in full and then switch back.
I now cursed myself for not taking up Rachel on her offer to try it
a few hours earlier. I also noted the thoughts that were in my head
just as we switched. Rachel wanted to fuck me just as much as I
wanted it.

"Anyway, lover," she said, "Fancy finishing off where we started
last night. We can make love all night long and not worry about
transferring again," she said as she started to lick her juices off
my face and unbuckle my pants, "You don't know how long I've wanted
to do this," she whispered in my ear.

I suppose I should have got up and walked out of the door. After
all I had what I wanted, my old body back. However, I found I was
very horny. I had to accept the emotional state that Rachel left
this body in. Now I know why she watched me fuck myself. She was
getting herself so horny that when I received this body; I would
want to fuck her.

**************

We did not wake up until Sunday lunchtime. I was much more
comfortable looking at Rachel in her proper body over the kitchen
table as we enjoyed a late breakfast. But I was in trouble and I
knew it.

Last night Rachel had been amazing. After I had gotten my proper
body back I found that I was simply too horny to say no to Rachel's
advances. We made love quite literally all night long and we
finally fell to sleep in the early hours of the morning. I had
slept around a lot in my time, but Rachel was by far the best lover
in bed I had ever had.

She knew just how to please me. I guessed that this was because of
all the knowledge gained from body swapping, but last night I
didn't care how she knew. For months, I had fantasized about making
love to her and when it finally happened, it was better than I
expected. I looked over at her and I realized that I wanted to make
love to her again.

More than that, I cannot get over the fact that last night I did
enjoy having my pussy eaten. I also couldn't ignore the fact that
part of me actually wanted to be fucked by Rachel. Perhaps it was
down to the hormones in her body, but I couldn't shake the fact
that I had such a strong desire to be fucked by her as a woman. How
the hell was I going to get myself out of this one?

We talked and I said I would think about it. We decided that we
would always remain friends whatever happened. I went home and
relaxed with my mind racing at all the various thoughts.

I was now back in my proper body. But I was so confused as to what
I should do. I had strong feelings for Rachel, but knowing what I
now know, did I fall in love with an illusion, with someone who
does not exist. I was called away on a business trip for most of
the week. Actually, the timing was perfect. It allowed me to get
out of the office where I was clearly miserable and it gave me the
perfect excuse to stay away from Rachel for a while.

The trouble was, I soon realized that I didn't want to stay away
from her. I called her while away and spoke to her for long hours
over the next few days. She was very considerate. She gave me the
space I needed. By the end of the week, the anger I felt had
completely disappeared. I now felt sorry for her.

I'm still not sure what made my decision. Perhaps it was curiosity
mixed with my strong feelings for Rachel, topped up with a desire
to learn certain useful facts about female anatomy which could be
put to good use, but on Friday I went round to see her.

"Rachel. I have given this a lot of thought. I mean, it's not an
easy decision something like this," I started.

"And," she said.

"Are you sure we can't have sex without transferring every time," I
said.

"Well it's technically possible. We can try things, like I have a
PVC body suit that we can use. If you want to try it we can, but
you can't live a relationship like that. It would work for a few
weeks, but we'd both get frustrated very quickly."

"So the only way I can keep seeing you, is too... become you
regularly," I said. Rachel looked in my eyes and nodded without
saying anything.

"Well... I think... perhaps... I can try," I said.

Rachel's eyes lit up in surprise. I think she was expecting me to
blow it all off.

"Are you sure," she asked.

"No. I'm not sure if I can handle it," I said honestly, "I still
don't know if I can fuck you as a woman. But after last week when
you licked my pussy, at least I know I can always get back another
way. If I can find a way of saving our relationship, then I'm
prepared to give it a go. It might work. it might not. At least we
can say we tried," I said.

"That's all I ask," she said as she got up and hugged me. That made
me feel good. After having caused Rachel so much pain these past
days, I had finally been able to give some comfort to Rachel. Of
course, the big question was... exactly how much comfort could
I provide.

We talked for a few more hours. She asked me what changed my mind I
told her that my opinions had not changed all that much, but they
had just been put in perspective a bit better.

Eventually I suggested that we went to her bedroom. Rachel asked if
I was sure. To be honest, I was scared. I still don't know why I
suggested it, but before we knew what we were doing, we were both
cavorting on her bed naked. Rachel had told me to let her take the
lead. She knew what she was doing. Eventually she climbed on top of
me.

"Right Paul. When you get control of this body, don't stop okay.
And trust me, you'll enjoy it," I could see that she was fingering
herself. She was obviously getting herself close. I was wondering
who was going to come first. Each time so far I had been
transferred out of an orgasm, effectively robbed of that pleasure.
I wondered what it would be like to be transferred into an orgasm.

She pulled up my cock and lowered herself onto it. This was a
similar position to the one when the first transfer happened. I
assumed she choose this position because she had more control over
it. I penetrated deep into her pussy again. In the back of my mind,
I knew that it a few minutes, it would be my pussy. We did not use
a condom this time.

She laid on top of me and began to fuck me as she kissed me. I put
my arms around her. I was nervous, but somehow she just knew how to
arouse me. She knew just how to touch me to get me as turned on as
possible. It wasn't long before I realized I was going to come
inside her yet again.

"I'm gonna cum," I said.

"Then cum," she replied. I could tell by the noise she was making
that she was close to her own orgasm. Then she rolled us over, so
that I was now on top of her. I concluded this was the point of no
return and I drove my cock deep into her hot pussy.

As Rachel pushed her cock right in, it banged against my clit
sending pleasure waves right through me. She tensed up and she soon
pumped her hot creamy seed deep inside me. It felt like my whole
body was on fire with arousal as Rachel's cock was sliding in and
out of me. Rachel thrust deep as she pressed my nipples in.

Again, the realization began to filter through. But unlike the last
transfer, this time my body was already very aroused. Rachel
started to slow down briefly, but when she got control of my body,
she began to speed up again. She pinched my nipples, then bent down
and whispered in my ear.

"If you want me to stop I will, just say it," she reassured me.
Being in this position felt a bit... unnerving. I was laying on my
back, my legs spread wide with a male body on top of me and a large
cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I felt like I had no control
over the situation, like I was at Rachel's mercy.

This was not what I had in mind. I was hoping to have my pussy
eaten and to find out what I missed the other night. Then we might,
just might go all the way. But Rachel was not stopping. She was
continuing to fuck me.

We all have a few critical seconds in our life where instant
decisions shape the remainder of our life. In this instant, I had
two decisions. I could tell her stop or I could let her do what she
wanted.

Rachel was now on top of me, thrusting deep into me making me groan
with pleasure. In the end, my body decided for me. I found myself
wrapping my legs around Rachel and arching my back upwards giving
myself to her. She responded with renewed vigor grabbing my tits
again, pinching the nipples. I could feel wave after wave of
pleasure shoot from my pussy and my tits. This felt so different
from having my pussy eaten a few nights ago. Somehow, this felt
better.

The groans from within me grew louder. Each thrust from Rachel
seemed to compel me to gasp loudly. She had broken down the
barriers inside me and I found myself working with her, moving my
body in time with her, squeezing on her cock. The feelings grew
more and more intense until I felt the pleasure build to a point.
My whole body shuddered and I dug my fingernails into Rachel's back
and screamed as my entire body exploded in pleasure.

I squeezed hard on Rachel's cock, which only seemed to make it
better for me as well. Rachel's expert fingers, cock and tongue
prolonged the pleasure for me causing sensations all over my body.
After what seemed an eternity, I felt it all begin to subside. I
now knew the feelings that I had been robbed of, when Rachel ate my
pussy.

"Wow," was all I could say when it was all over still panting.

"Feels good, doesn't it," she said still on top of me.

I had to agree. It had felt better than I expected. I was still on
a sexual high. My body was tingling with excitement. We just laid
there for a few minutes with Rachel on top of me. My arms and legs
were still wrapped around her tightly.

I can't describe the emotional battle that went on inside me that
night. Part of me was disgusted at myself for going ahead with all
this and actually having sex with a man. But a growing part of me
loved it. After all, there was nothing unnatural about what we just
did. It was just a man and a woman having sex. Only thing was... I
was the woman.

"Mind if you let me go," Rachel asked after a few minutes.

"What," I asked.

Rachel motioned to my legs. I had wrapped them around her and after
it was over, pulled her into me so tight that she couldn't get off
me. I felt a little embarrassed. Somehow, I wanted her cock to stay
deep inside of me for as long as possible. When I untangled my legs
she rolled off me and softly stroked my body, which seemed to keep
me aroused.

I wasn't too sure what to do for the rest of the night. As a man, I
would have probably fallen asleep quickly, but somehow I felt that
I had the capacity for more sex. I still felt uneasy about having
sex with my former body, regardless of who was the host of it, but
somehow that argument carried a lot less weight after the pleasure
I just experienced.

The next time we did it slower. She climbed on top and slowly
penetrated me, which was another first for me. The feeling of being
penetrated was so alien to me, yet it felt so fulfilling.

Rachel carefully and slowly built me up to a peak then backed away.
She did this several times until I was again in a sexual frenzy. I
still can't believe she actually made me beg her for release. She
built me up one final time before sending me crashing over the
edge. That was the first time that I had had sex as a woman from
start to finish and it was amazing. As I felt her strong powerful
hands caressing me afterwards, it all felt so complete.

She slowly, but surely enticed me into sex repeatedly that night.
She forfeited her own pleasure in order to provide me with as much
as possible. If I thought she was a good fuck as a woman, she was
even better as a man. She just knew exactly what to do to give me
the most exquisite feelings throughout my body. Very soon, all
feelings of guilt over what I was doing had vanished.

Boy was I in trouble. Girls had gotten me into trouble before, but
this one really beats the lot...

**************

The next morning we were eating breakfast together, yet again. It
was so difficult to look across the table, see myself, but know
it's really my beautiful girlfriend sitting there. But I can't
think of her as my girlfriend at all now. At this moment, she is my
boyfriend and I'm her beautiful girlfriend. My body shivered at
that thought. It looks like there are still quite a few feelings to
resolve.

If I thought I was in trouble last week, I'm in even deeper trouble
now. Last night I had a long sex session with a guy and enjoyed
every single minute of it. I'm in way over my head here.

"So, what do we do now. Where to we go from here," I asked her. For
now I still thought of Rachel as 'her' and would continue to for
the time being.

Rachel smiled back at me, "Well, you've cleared the first hurdle.
Are you okay about last night? Any regrets?" she asked.

"No. No regrets. I enjoyed it," I said firmly, but I wasn't
completely sure inside. Part of being a hotshot executive is that
you must always appear to be absolutely sure, even if you do not
have any idea and that philosophy seemed to apply to my personal
life as well. I still had feelings to resolve, but that was
something I would have to do myself. As far as Rachel is concerned,
everything is fine.

"Good. Because you have to decide where our relationship goes from
here. If you just want a sex-based relationship then I can live
with that. It's been a while since I've had regular sex and I've
been getting a bit frustrated lately. You can come round at the
weekends when you're not doing anything and we can have sex. You
can have your proper body back by the end of the weekend."

Then she continued, "But Paul, I'd like to take it further than
that. I think of you as more than just a sexual partner. But there
are many barriers that will need to be cleared."

I sat there thinking for a few minutes, then looked at Rachel in
the eyes, "I want to take it further as well. What do I have to do
to make it work," I said firmly.

"Are you sure," she said slightly surprised, "This won't be easy."

"Yes. I'm sure. I don't know what it is about you, but I want to be
with you. I'll do whatever it takes," I replied, again with the aut
hority and conviction that I am so used to hearing from myself, but
inside I wondered just how far I was prepared to take this.

She smiled, "Okay. Well, I'd like to take it easy with you. Do you
think you can take next week off work?" she asked.

"Already arranged," I replied. Rachel looked at me shocked and gave
me an inquiring look; "It's a quiet time. I told them I might have
some things to sort out so I've left my deputy in charge."

Rachel could barely contain her glee. She could see that I was
really going to work at this, "Good. Then, how would you like to
spend most of the next week as me? I don't just mean around the
house, but wearing my clothes, going out, everything."

I gulped slightly. What the hell have I let myself in for?

**************

I agreed to Rachel's plan that we go away and I spend most of the
next week in her female body. As it turned out, I would have to go
to work Monday to have the work prepared for the week. So we could
not get away until Tuesday at the earliest.

However, since it was now only Saturday, I also agreed to spend the
rest of the weekend female as well.

Rachel said that she wanted to take me slowly, to treat me with kid
gloves over all this. So I carried on wearing pants and T-shirts so
I could fully get used to my female form. Although she said she did
not want to push me too fast into feminine clothes, I did
experiment with some of her makeup and her (my?) underwear. I never
admitted it to Rachel at the time because I was too embarrassed,
but it sort of turned me on.

I have to say that by the end of the weekend, I no longer had a
problem wearing a bra. Huh, never thought I would hear myself say
that.

We did go out once together to the shopping mall Sunday afternoon.
It was scary. But you know the weirdest thing. I felt comfortable
with Rachel at my side. We were holding hands and it was reassuring
to have her there. But at the same time, it was strange to be out
in public holding another mans hand. I noticed that a lot of men
looked at me. Rachel told me it was because I looked so pretty. I
don't know whether that was a good or bad thing.

I asked her again about this curse, but she still would not tell me
about it. She said she didn't want to put me off. Huh, just saying
that made me feel uneasy.

Anyway, we switched back Sunday night. But this time, Rachel was
the first to come. Being transferred into an orgasm was even
stranger than being transferred out of one and a lot better. We
were having sex and I was aroused as she played with my tits, but
not that close to orgasm, when suddenly, without warning I was back
in my old body and I felt my cock tense up in orgasm before I came
inside her cunt. Boy these transfers felt strange. I wondered if I
would ever get used to them.

Well, that was only the beginning for the evening. I was again able
to have sex with Rachel in her female form. But this time, I felt
more confident in knowing what to do to her. After she had screwed
me several times two nights before, pleasing her was much easier
that night. I brought her to several orgasms, which really made me
feel good inside.

I went to work the next day and I had to go in early Tuesday
morning to tie some loose ends up. After doing that we immediately
drove a few hours to a small town so I could keep up my excuse of
needing some time off for personal reasons. Rachel gave the same
excuse with her work. By Tuesday lunchtime we were settled into our
remote cabin.

**************

We had been in our cabin for a few hours. Rachel was taking a
shower in her female body. While she did this, I pondered over what
has happened over the past few days and weeks and considered both
my feelings and the future.

The internal battle inside me still had not been resolved. In fact,
they were squaring up for another round. In the Blue corner was the
male chauvinistic egotistical part of me that was disgusted at
myself for doing all this. In the Red corner was the part of me
that absolutely loved Rachel and would do whatever it took to stay
with her.

Round one had gone to the Blue corner. After our first transfer, I
was so shocked and angry that my love for Rachel did not mean a
lot. Round two had been pretty tied when I got my body back, but
round three had definitely gone to the Red corner after my long sex
session as a woman. The Blue corner had been well and truly on the
ropes the past few days.

But I knew that the Blue corner would be back. It's counter attack
was that just because I COULD do this, does not mean I SHOULD do
it. That was a convincing argument as well. There was still
something a little unnatural about swapping bodies every few days
and even the Red corner was finding it difficult to defend against
these blows. This fight could go the full distance.

The sex over the past few days had been superb, from both sides.
Even if it just turned out to be a sexual relationship, it will be
a hell of a good one. But it was more than just the sex. I liked
Rachel as a person as well and I thought I was really falling for
her. But it's not gonna be easy. I knew this was only just the
beginning.

**************

Rachel was still in the shower. While she was doing this I was
looking through the suitcases she had packed for our small trip. We
were due to be away until the weekend, five nights, but I thought
she had packed enough for a whole month.

I could see all of the female items of clothing. At that point, it
occurred to me that all this stuff wasn't for her. After all, I was
going to spend the most of the week in her body. These were 'my'
clothes.

Then it dawned on me that if I'm going to stay with Rachel, I'm
going to have to wear all this gear on a regular basis. I looked at
the various garments and felt uneasy. How was I going to manage?

It would not be so bad if Rachel wasn't so damn feminine. But part
of her curse is that she always wears women's clothes when female
and never wears pants. That means that when I am she, I'm going to
have to wear the same clothes. Damn, that curse of hers makes it
awkward. But like she said, the curse is supposed to be awkward.

I picked out one of the dresses. It was a long low-cut dress; "Can
I really wear this... regularly?" I thought to myself.

I stood there holding the dress and thought for a moment as the
Referee called the Blue and Red corners out for another round. The
Red landed a punishing uppercut on the Blue.

"Fuck it," I thought. I picked up the dress and walked into the
bathroom. I approached the shower and opened the door. Rachel
turned round startled.

I held up her dress against by body, "Y'know. I want to go out
wearing this dress today," I threw the dress over my shoulder,
stepped inside the shower and closed the door behind me. I still
had on my shorts, but I didn't let that bother me.

"But since I'll look a bit silly wearing a dress, I really need to
leave this shower with those tits on my chest," I said as I looked
up and down her body.

I leaned over to her, "But you know the best thing. I don't want to
come. I want to make you come," I saw the look of surprise on her
face. I then positioned her against the shower wall, adjusted the
showerhead so that the spray hit her tits and then knelt down in
front of her before burying my face deep into her pussy.

All my talk must have aroused her because she instantly groaned as
my tongue parted her lips. Now I had done this before to other
women, but somehow because I have had it done to me by Rachel, it
no longer seemed such a mystery. I now knew exactly what I had been
doing wrong. I slowly but carefully worked my tongue up and down
and delicately sucked on her clit.

"Oh god," she moaned, "If you want to leave this shower with tits.
You're going the right way about it." She spread her legs slightly
as she started playing with her tits. A few minutes later I knew
she was really getting into it. My own cock was hard. I was really
excited about this, when suddenly whole body shuddered and I
screamed as the orgasm exploded throughout me. Rachel continued to
eat me out as the spray from the shower stung my tits making the
pleasure even higher for me.

I soon gained control of Rachel's body. That was the first time I
had been transferred straight into a female orgasm. It was the most
amazing sensation I had ever had. One minute I was happily eating
pussy, then an instant later my entire body was exploding in
pleasure. There was no warning. Rachel must have her approaching
orgasm a secret from me.

Rachel finished off licking my juices before eventually standing
up, "Looks like you got your wish," she said smiling. I glanced
down to the bulge in her shorts and the throbbing erection, which I
knew, was contained in there.

"Yeah. But I robbed you of your orgasm. Why don't I make up for
it," I said with a large grin on my face.

I turned Rachel around, so that she was standing where I was then I
knelt down again. I looked up and saw another look of surprise on
Rachel's face. Then I reached up and pulled down Rachel's shorts
freeing her large member. I took it in my hands and stroked it.

I leaned over and hesitated briefly before licking the top of her
cock with my mouth before parting my lips completely and pushing it
deep inside. Rachel groaned as I did this. I knew she was horny
because I had been just before we swapped.

I pushed it as deep into my mouth as I possibly could trying to
ignore the reflex to gag. I had an above average dick at eight
inches, but now it seemed twice as long.

I had resisted doing this over the past few days, but now seemed
the right time. This would be my first blowjob. If someone had said
to me that I would be doing this a few weeks ago, I would have
probably punched them, yet here I am sliding a big cock in and out
of my mouth.

The water was still coming down out of the shower. I started to up
the pace. I rocked my head back and forth faster and faster. I used
my hand to stoke her dick and balls. I could not believe how much I
was enjoying this. My pussy was tingling again with excitement.

She started thrusting outwards slightly and she put her hands on my
head guiding it along her shaft. Shortly afterwards, I felt her
tense up and she gasped. My mouth was then filled with her hot
jism. I stroked her cock and sucked greedily swallowing every drop.
A minute later she lifted me up.

"Thanks," she said with a look of astonishment on her face.

"No problem lover," I replied in a completely feminine way, "Enjoy
your shower."

I left the shower, closed the door behind me leaving Rachel inside.
I picked up a towel and the dress I had thrown on the floor.

**************

Half an hour later I was wearing that dress. Rachel came into the
bedroom after having dried off. She looked at me smiling.

"It suits you," she said before sitting down beside me on the bed
and putting her arm around my shoulder, "Thanks for that in the
shower. I could tell you did that because you wanted to do it, not
only because it would please me. You don't know how much that means
to me."

"Yeah. I sort of enjoyed it," I said still mildly embarrassed,
"Sort of weird. Eating pussy then sucking cock off the same person
in five minutes." We both laughed.

"So you're actually going to go out in that dress today," she
asked.

"Yeah. I think I want to dress like a woman this time," I smiled.

**************

I decided that from then on, I should wear full women's clothing
when in Rachel's body so I could get used to it. Rachel was still a
little apprehensive about pushing me too fast, but I knew it was
something I had to get used to.

By the end of the day, I was completely worn out. Damn, this was
not as easy as I thought. My feet were sore and I needed a soothing
footbath because I had worn her high heels for the whole day.
Actually, they were not as uncomfortable as I thought. Rachel told
me that was because her body, feet and muscles had adjusted to them
over the years.

Even so, balancing in them was very difficult and after an hour, I
really wanted to take them off. But I stuck with it and wore them
right through the evening. At this point, I had no idea how I was
going to last until Sunday.

During the week, Rachel encouraged me to go out shopping on my own.
I told her that I didn't feel comfortable about it and she replied
that that was the whole point. I had to feel comfortable about
being a woman on my own and the only way to do it was experience.

I clearly remember as I left my car to go into the local mall.
Rachel said I should go in full women's clothing. She said there
was not much point wearing a T-shirt, jeans and sneakers. Although
I had promised to wear nothing but women's clothes for the time
being, I had wanted to make this an exception, but I did eventually
see her point. I'm not afraid to admit that I was scared.

One thing I did notice. I had to take a much slower pace. When
going to the mall on my own I would have walked much faster, but
that simply was not possible in all this restrictive clothing.

There was one other thing I did notice. I received far more
attention from men. I had received some the other day when I was
out with Rachel, but now that I was alone I received much more.
Some of the guys even spoke to me as I was getting some lunch. I
felt a mixture of feelings. Part of me was disgusted. After all, I
had only had sex with Rachel, but I couldn't help but feel
flattered and even swelled with pride at some times.

As far as sex was concerned, well it was incredible. We had yet
another long sex session Tuesday night.

The next night, she showed me how to please myself as a woman. She
also produced a full PVC body suit, which she had secretly packed.
I remembered her telling me about this. Apparently, close fitting
clothes like hose or bras do not always stop us from swapping as
we're still touching very slightly. It needs to be something like
this that forms a complete barrier between us.

This suit had a zipper in the crotch area. Once I had put it on,
Rachel put on a condom. We were able to have sex without
transferring.

Believe it or not, I loved it. The feeling of cavorting in all that
plastic really turned me on. But I knew the novelty of this would
soon wear off. This was only a temporary solution. It highlighted
the problems we would have to face.

I tried to get out as much as possible. Boy it felt weird, but I
had to get used to it. Rachel took me out several nights. One night
I even wore the same dress and clothes that she had one when we
switched. If felt very odd going to a restaurant as a woman, but I
managed to get through it and even enjoyed it.

However, there was one problem. Although I was enjoying sex as a
woman, I was finding it difficult to be the girl during sex.
Although I trusted Rachel, I felt so weak and vulnerable. The mere
act of spreading my legs felt so submissive to me. And I linked
submissiveness to weakness. I confessed my problem to Rachel.
Fortunately, she secretly concocted a solution, though she did take
a bit of a risk with me.

We had switched back one day because we could not keep our hands
off one another, Thursday I think, so I was back in my male body.
Anyway the next night, Rachel suggested a bit of light bondage. She
suggested that I tie her to the bed and do whatever I want with
her. Well, how could I refuse? No woman has ever offered to be tied
up before. Although I knew I would never hurt her, I enjoyed the
feeling of power over her.

Now looking back, I still cannot believe I didn't realize what
would happen. I must have been completely blind to the situation,
but as I had my first orgasm of the night, we switched and I found
myself in her body tied to the bed and gagged.

I was worried at first. I mean, Rachel could do anything she wanted
with me. She probably wouldn't ever hurt me, but it was the mere
fact that she COULD if she wanted to.

Now this situation really highlighted my problem, which is exactly
what Rachel was trying to do. She was now fully in control. She
could do anything she wanted to me. But all Rachel did was bring me
to orgasm after orgasm eventually freeing my gag so I could scream.
It's good that we were in a remote cabin, because I just couldn't
hold it in. I had to scream at the top of my voice. I begged her to
stop, but every time I did, she just made me come again. I
experienced more pleasure in that night than at any point in my
life. I eventually passed out from the pleasure.

Well, from that point onwards I never had any problem being a
submissive female. I came to realize that being submissive is not a
weakness especially when it's with someone you love.

It also occurred to me just how interesting our sex life could
become with this curse. My mind worked out various scenarios, which
made me get all wet down below just thinking about it.

By the time Sunday came and we were back at home, I was more
comfortable acting like a woman. I had been living as a woman for
over five straight days and while I still had a lot to learn, I
felt I had achieved a lot. Rachel told me she never thought I would
last out two days in heels, let alone five. She said she was so
proud of me.

**************

It was early Sunday evening and we relaxing in her small apartment
with a glass of wine, although I was still in her tight clothes. We
would have sex later tonight so we could both go back to work in
our proper bodies tomorrow.

"So, can you now tell me how you got this curse," I asked her. She
had refused up until now.

She sighed before finally saying, "Okay, I was born in the year
1950"

"You mean, you're nearly fifty," I said shocked. She nodded. That
meant she was nearly twice my age.

"I got this curse when I was twenty two. It was the early seventies
the time of sexual freedom, but I was a bit of a slut even by those
standards. One of my boyfriends was a married man. However, he had
a wife and well... we... were not that discreet. In fact, we pretty
much humiliated her. Now I'm not she if she was some sort of witch
or something, but when she burst in on us once, she told me she
would put a curse on me for being such a slut."

"Anyway, she didn't tell me what the curse was. Well, I was worried
for a day or two, but I soon forgot about it. Oddly enough, the
couple disappeared. Their house was empty when I passed next time.
I can only imagine what she did to him. I bet my punishment pales
in comparison to his. Anyway, a few days later my first transfer
happened. I don't think I will ever forget it."

I interrupted her by saying, "I don't think I will either," I let
her continue.

"He was a one night stand. We barely knew one another and didn't
even know where each of us lived. He was in his late thirties. It
was in a hotel room. I do remember that he wasn't a very good fuck.
I wasn't really enjoying it that much, when all of a sudden I came
into his cunt. Now it felt just like you said. For the first few
seconds, it was as if I had been doing this all my life, then it
sort of filtered through to me."

"He freaked out and ran off, much like you tried to do. I never saw
him again. I often wonder what happened to him. He gained fifteen
years of youth in one night, but I wonder if he ever gained
happiness as a woman. He would be nearly fifty now," Rachel stared
ahead blankly.

"Anyway, it was still a shock for me. I was a guy. And over fifteen
years older as well. But almost immediately, I realized I wasn't
attracted to other guys anymore. They didn't turn me on even
slightly. I was now attracted to girls. It was difficult. I had
never been a lesbian and to suddenly find yourself getting horny
when you see a girl was worrying for me."

"But I remembered that we switched during sex. So, after a few
weeks, I decided to try something out. I picked up a hooker. I made
sure she was about the same age as me in case it was irreversible.
Well, guess what happened, I became the hooker. She freaked out as
well, but I managed to calm her down. I instantly found that I was
now attracted to guys again, in a split second. She had been with a
woman before so we tried having sex again. We both enjoyed it, but
we didn't transfer."

"We then had sex again two days later and we switched back. Over
the next few weeks or so, we experimented as much as we could. I
wouldn't call her my first lover, more my first companion. After a
few more weeks, she told me that she wanted to move on, but she
didn't want to be a woman anymore. She hated how she had to sell
her body. I agreed and we went our separate ways with me remaining
in her old body."

"And that's how it went on. I had to be careful who I had sex with,
until a few months later, a letter arrived through the post with my
old name on it. It was a letter from that witch. She told me this
was my curse. She explained a few brief details, most of which I
had already worked out and told me I had to live with this
forever."

"You know, at first I wasn't that disappointed. I thought this was
fun. I kept swapping bodies through the years enjoying sex as a man
and as a woman. I managed to work my way back to being young by
swapping with younger partners."

I interrupted at this point; "Didn't people mind you stealing their
younger bodies".

"Well, I've never stolen anyone's body. If someone wants their body
back, I always give it back to them. Whether that's part of the
curse or just my conscience I don't know, but anyway you would be
amazed how many people there are out there that would jump at the
chance to have an instant sex change, even if it means being five
or ten years older. There are plenty of men and women who go
through hell and torment to try and change their sex over a number
of years. What I offer them can be done in one night and, unlike
the conventional methods, it's fully complete"

"I remember that football quarterback. He was so butch. But I knew
his secret. I just knew what he wanted. I was a petite brunette at
the time. He badly wanted a blowjob, so that's what I gave him.
When we switched and I came in his mouth, he was shocked but he
didn't stop. He swallowed all his own cum. We had sex for the rest
of the night and he loved it. The next morning he told me he didn't
want his old body back and I would have to rape him to get it back.
I understand he got married and had several children."

"Anyway, where was I," Rachel said, realizing she had been
sidetracked, "Oh yeah, to begin with I just loved body swapping. I
could not believe this was actually a curse. But after about ten
years of it, I got tired of it. I wanted to settle down and find
someone to love, but I just couldn't because no one has been able
to handle all the body swaps every few days. You have no idea how
lonely I've been these past few years. I've thought about killing
myself several times. I now understand this curse. I'm cursed to be
alone for the rest of my life. And given these swaps that could be
forever."

Tears were forming in her eyes. She told this story with such
emotion that even I was feeling a bit teary.

"Well you've still got me," I reassured her, "We're not done yet.
How do I compare with your previous lovers? How am I coping."

"You're coping very well. I've got to say that I'm so proud of you
this past week. You've really worked hard. But it's still not going
to be easy. The novelty of body swapping wears off. Soon you get
fed up of it. You might even start to prefer being a woman and
begin to hate being a guy. I've only had three real lovers in my
time. Believe it or not, two of them started to prefer my body, one
male the other female. We split up soon afterwards. I let them have
my body as a sort of parting gift."

"That's why I want to be careful with you. So far, you've enjoyed
having my body, but you haven't fallen in love with it yet. I need
to try and make sure that doesn't happen."

"So why didn't you tell me all this last week. Why wait until now,"
I asked her.

"Well like I said, I didn't want to put you off. If you'd have
known just how hard it was going to be, you might not have stayed
with me."

I then felt a little guilty. I must have made her feel so insecure
that first week. It's no wonder she didn't tell me. However, there
was still one unanswered question, "So how did you come by this
body. Rachel's family seems to have accepted you. How did you pull
that one off."

"That's the one thing I can't tell you just yet. If you stay with
me a bit longer, I'll tell you," she said.

I sat there thinking about what she had told me, "So you've been
swapping all those years with all those people," I spoke aloud,
"And you haven't found a single person you can't swap with."

"No. But there is one small exception," I looked on intently. Could
there be a way we could have sex without swapping, "I can't swap
with a pregnant woman. Something about the souls of the mother and
baby being linked."

"Interesting," I thought. If we did stay together and one day we
ever wanted a child and I got Rachel pregnant, we would not have to
swap for nine months. I then realized the simple fact that I was
currently female. In an instant, my heart missed a few beats. I
turned to Rachel in near panic.

"Oh my God, could I be pregnant," We had not used any form of
protection this past week. It had never even occurred to me.

Rachel had a concerned look on her face, "Oh shit. When was my last
period," she paused for a few seconds before saying, "You might
be".

"No. No. No," I repeated. The thought of being a pregnant woman for
nine months was making me almost hysterical.

Suddenly Rachel started laughing, "What's so funny?" I asked, "I
could be pregnant. I could be stuck like this."

"No. You can't. I'm sorry, I couldn't resist it. I can't get
pregnant, nor can I make anyone pregnant"

"What do you mean?"

"It's part of the curse. That witch told me in her letter. She said
I don't deserve to be a mother or a father, so when I'm female, I
can't get pregnant and when I'm male I can't get a girl pregnant.
You don't have to worry about pregnancy as long as you're with me."

"So I can't..."

"No. I just wanted to see how you would react. I'm sorry. You
should have seen the look on your face," she laughed.

I grabbed a cushion and threw it at her grinning face, "Bitch. I
nearly had a heart attack when you..." I said, still a little
breathless, but very much relieved that I could not get pregnant.

"I'm sorry. It was just a bit of fun. But seriously, now you know
how a girl feels about getting pregnant. The next time you have sex
with a girl, you remember how you just felt."

It took me five minutes and several more assurances from her that I
could not get pregnant before I calmed down. Eventually I did see
the funny side. Nevertheless, I decided to pay her back so that
night I dressed up in some of her sexy underwear. I then
relentlessly teased her with it before making love to her once as a
woman, then several times as a man.

**************

We both went back to our respective jobs the next day. We met up in
the evening. The day at work had highlighted future problems. I had
cleared the first hurdle of sex and I was on my way to clearing the
second hurdle of living as a woman, but I could already see the
third hurdle looming in the distance and it was a monster hurdle.

"I'm going to have to become you, aren't I," I stated in
conversation.

"What," she asked surprised.

"That's the next hurdle, isn't it. Living as a woman isn't enough.
When I'm in your body, I'm going to have to live my life as you, in
every detail".

During this past week, we had stayed away from home, partially
because of work but also so we could stay out of the way of our
respective friends and family, so as not to alert them of any
change in our behavior. But we couldn't keep doing this. If we were
going to continue to have a relationship together, we were going to
have to be able convince everyone we were still the same person.

Our friends and our families were only part of the problem. The
biggest problem was our jobs. We had to have a relationship where
we were uninhibited about sex. We couldn't just simply have sex
every Friday and Sunday night; thus, I become Rachel every weekend.
We had to be able to have sex and change whenever we pleased. How
were we ever going to pull this off?

"Yes. You're right. We are going to have to learn everything about
one another. When you are me, you will have to know exactly what I
would do. You'll even have to be able do my job."

"But, how. Our families won't be too bad. We can always dodge the
subject, but how the hell can we do each other's job. It's just not
possible," I pointed out.

"It will be difficult. But it won't be as hard as you might think.
I have been swapping for decades and I can easily slip into someone
else's shoes. I'm sure with a bit of work, you can do the same."

I paused so Rachel continued, "We both have office jobs so our
skills are the same. You're an executive with you own department,
so you have the right to be different every day. We each have our
own offices, so we can call one another if we have problems."

"You mean, we can really do this," I said. I still couldn't believe
it was possible.

"We have two alternatives. We can split up and I don't think either
of us really want to do that. The other option is that we both
leave town and find somewhere else to go. Somewhere where no one
will know us, where no one will notice the constant changes in us.
If it comes to it, I'm prepared to do that, but let's try other
options first, right."

I sat there thinking. What she was proposing sounded almost insane.
How could we possibly do each other's jobs, continually swapping
over? Before I could complete my thoughts, Rachel spoke again.

"Paul, I've been so proud of you these last few weeks. I never
thought we would get this far. You don't know how lonely it's been
for me these past years. But have I led you wrong yet. Trust me.
Let's try it. If it doesn't work, then at least we know we've
tried."

I recognized those words. I think I said them to her sometime.
Anyway, I found myself agreeing with her. Somehow, we had come too
far to just give up now. I had become Rachel physically and
dresswise. Why not go the extra distance and become her fully. I
agreed we should try it.

After she hugged me, we both kissed and I touched her breasts. You
have no idea how hard it was for us to stop ourselves from making
love. We couldn't because we both had to go to work tomorrow and we
were still unprepared. This situation only served to highlight the
problem. However I suggested that she get out that PVC suit and we
did have an enjoyable evening.

**************

We spent the rest of the week relentlessly drilling one another in
our respective works. We each took extended lunch breaks to visit
each other at work, so we could brief each other on who everyone
was and where everything was.

I also scrutinized Rachel's habits and mannerisms. Our voice
accents were fairly similar, but as we were doing this all I could
think was just how impossible all this was. How could I possibly
convince Rachel's mother that I was really her? Moreover, how could
I do Rachel's job with the same conviction?

During the week, I employed a private detective to try to find out
about the old Rachel. It was not that I didn't believe her, but
perhaps that witch that cursed her is still alive and I can find
her. If that is so then perhaps I can convince her to remove the
curse. After all Rachel has served her time. She's been punished
enough.

Over the next few weeks, I was getting worried. I kept putting off
the time when we would go to work in each other's bodies. To tell
you the truth, I was shit scared about it for two reasons.

Firstly I was worried about Rachel screwing up my very good job,
but secondly I was terrified at the thought of walking into an
office as Rachel. Whenever I received attention as a woman outside,
I could deal with it. I could tell them to go away, or brush it off
another way. But when I'm at work... I didn't know what to do.

Fortunately, Rachel took the upper hand. I was furious about the
way she did it, but I suppose I would have never done it on my own.
We were both in my office at lunch break. I had sneaked her inside.
I did not want people to see her too often because it's
unprofessional to bring partners to work.

Anyway, it had been a hectic morning. I was relaxing in my chair
and Rachel starting massaging my shoulders, relieving the tension.
I loved it when she did this. I just relaxed and let her do it.
Well, before I knew what happening, she was in front of me
massaging me from the front. Then, before I could stop her, she was
sucking my cock. It wasn't long before I was sucking her cock.

After it was over, I stood up and straightened my skirt. I then
realized just what she had done. It was lunchtime. Only half the
day was over.

"What the hell have you done," I practically shrieked. Fortunately,
almost everyone had gone away for lunch.

"I'm sorry Rachel," huh, she even called me Rachel, "but you were
hanging back. You would have never gone through with this," she
said.

"But I've got a meeting this afternoon."

"No. I'VE got a meeting this afternoon. And everything will be
fine. Rachel," she stopped and then whispered, "Paul, just trust
me. Have I led you wrong yet."

I stormed out. I mean, there was nothing I could do. Eventually I
decided that I should go back to Rachel's work, which was not far.
I was absolutely terrified as I walked into her small office.

The rest of the day was just as hectic for me. Not for everyone
else, just for me because I had little or no idea what to do. It
was a bit hard on me, because as Paul I managed my own department,
but although Rachel has a good job, she's still a lot lower down on
the ladder and I had to answer to a lot of people. I wondered who
had the better part of the deal here.

As I reached a quiet part of the day, I began to think why the hell
I was doing all this. Okay, Rachel may have given me the push I
needed here, but why did I even agree to think about it. The answer
was instantly obvious. Because I loved her, I really loved her.
Part of me was doing this out of curiosity and interest, but
curiosity only lasted so long. Yet even though I had only been here
for a few hours I was beginning to accept the fact that I could
spend half my working days in this office, wearing these clothes
and strangely not being bothered by it as much as I thought I
would.

Well I survived the day. When I got home, I was cross with Rachel.
She had a concerned look on her face. She was apologetic for the
way she did it, but she said it had to be done. I was stern with
her for a few hours, but in the end, how cross can I be when she
was right after all, although I never did admit that to her.

That evening we had to describe in detail exactly what had happened
to each of us during the day. We had used notepads in which we
wrote everything down, so we could later remember it describe to
each other in detail.

Over the next few days, I found that it really was not as hard as I
thought. There was one funny time when one of Rachel's work
colleagues starting talking about boyfriends. I found out all the
things Rachel had told her about me and found it funny. A few
seconds later I cringed at the thought that Rachel would be able to
do the same with my work colleagues.

At the end of the week, I decided to go through with it. This would
not be easy. In fact it would be very difficult, risky even, but if
this is what it took to stay with Rachel, I would do it. I would do
anything.

**************

>From that moment on, we lost all inhibitions about sex. Up until
then we had to carefully think about what we wanted to do in the
next twenty four hours before allowing ourselves to go ahead with
it, but now we quite literally did it whenever the urge took us and
I didn't even think about the transfers anymore. It was just now
just a side effect of our love life.

Soon, I did not mind whether I was a man or a woman. I never
thought I would hear myself say that, but it's true. For me, I was
just as happy to walk into work wearing my suit as I would wearing
my skirt and heels (in the correct body of course).

It still wasn't easy for me and there were a few odd times, like
the time I started putting on a bra before I realized I was male.

But the hardest thing was remembering which washroom to use. It may
sound like a small thing, but after getting it wrong several times
(in both ways); I had to quite literally check which underwear I
was wearing before heading for the washroom.

In fact, I had to think before I did anything. Living two separate
lives is not easy. But when they're of a different gender, it's
even harder. I had to work at this harder than anything before in
my life.

The sex was excellent between us. Rachel was superb in bed as a man
and as a woman. I was also a quick learner. The knowledge I gained
from being a woman was put to good use on her when I was myself
again. I remembered Rachel telling me that I would become an
excellent lover and that I would be able to give pleasure to
practically any girl. If I'm honest, I think that might have been
one reason for going ahead with all this. But now I realize that I
don't want to please other girls, only Rachel.

That's another that amazed me. Being faithful was something I
always had trouble with. But with Rachel, I never even got close to
being unfaithful. I think part of that was because I did not feel
insecure with Rachel. With other girls, I always guessed that they
would be playing around sooner or later so I wanted to be the first
one to do it.

However, I knew for a fact that Rachel would never play around.
Well, she couldn't, at least not easily. That extra bit of security
made me faithful to her.

People did notice some difference between us. Of course, there were
times when we were put on the spot and couldn't answer a particular
question, but I soon learned the art of being able to dodge the
question or deflect it until I could ask Rachel. It was a skill
that Rachel had already learned years earlier.

My whole attitude to life changed. I will now admit that I had been
a selfish guy with a big ego. But spending half of my life as a
woman changed all that. I was more caring, considerate and kind.

This showed in my work. It started to slacken. At work, I had
always been ruthless, but now I found I was losing that killer
instinct. Ironically enough, Rachel turned out to be more ruthless
than I was when doing my job. She was doing my job better than I
was, which did not help my pride and ego.

I was a bit worried at first. I thought I might be becoming too
feminine, going too far down that road. Rachel said that two of her
past lovers had started to prefer her body. Was that happening to
me?

As it turned out, I just needed to steady myself. A short two-day
business trip came up. Again, the timing was ideal. I was able to
sort out my feelings. There was no way I was going to lose Rachel,
so I forced myself to accept the situation. I liked being female
and I will now freely admit that being a woman was a very pleasant
thing, but I was not going to let that come between us. I just had
to bring myself through this.

When I returned from the trip, things instantly improved. I found
that I became my old ruthless self at work but I also found I was
able to leave that person behind at the office and become the new
me when I got home. I liked the new me.

Over the next few months, we became a real item. I don't just mean
sexual partners. We became real lovers. All this body swapping did
one thing for us. It made us understand one another in ways that
simply cannot be gained any other way. In order to live my life as
Rachel, I had to know everything about her, and I mean everything.
She also had to know everything about me.

At this point, she told me her final secret. How she came to get
this body. She told me one night after sex.

"I suppose it's a bit embarrassing. For a start, let me tell you I
trained as a nurse. About six years ago I was working in a hospital
as a male nurse. I was depressed at the time. I was just so
lonely."

"Anyway, one day my mind was wandering when I heard my name being
called. Only it wasn't Jack, my name at the time, but Rachel, my
real name. I was intrigued so I followed it to the source."

"It was a family crowded round a bed. They were all crying. In the
bed was a young girl. She was connected up to all the monitors."

"She was brain dead. The doctors had just told the family that
there was no chance of her ever regaining consciousness. They had
just decided to switch off the life support machine, but it was
delayed until tomorrow for some legal reasoning or something."

"I looked at the beautiful girl then looked at her family. They
were absolutely devastated. I could see that they were a loving
family and it reminded me of the family always wanted, but never
had. I asked around and I found out that the girl had strangled
herself."

Rachel flushed with embarrassment at this point.

"I won't go into the exact details, but you can guess what I did
that night. I must have been crazy to do it. It could have killed
me, I didn't know what the effects of transferring into a brain
dead person would have been, but I was so depressed at the time
that I just didn't care. I just wanted to be loved by someone. If I
couldn't find a partner to love me, I wanted a family."

"After the switch I got up and moved my old body to another room,
then got back into bed making sure none of the monitor alarms went
off. Well, there was quite a bit of commotion the next morning. The
doctors were amazed and my family were absolutely overjoyed."

"Now, I didn't now the first thing about Rachel, so I feigned
amnesia. It was hard for the first few weeks being a
sixteen-year-old girl again, but it was worth it. I got the loving
family I wanted and they got their daughter back. Although it
became apparent to them that my amnesia was permanent, we had all
grown to love one another."

"And that's how I got this body. It has been a bit of a
double-edged sword. You see, there are times when I feel like
moving on, but I can't bear to see my parents lose their daughter
again, so I'm trying to stay Rachel as long as I can."

Rachel finished, "What happened to your old body then," I asked.

"Actually I don't know. I tried to find out, but my parents
wouldn't let me lift a finger for weeks. I think they blamed
themselves for my attempted suicide. I assumed the body died
through lack of life support since the new mind was dead."

**************

The next week, Rachel returned home in my body looking a bit upset.
She asked me if I trusted her. When I said that I did, she asked me
why I had hired a private detective to check out her story.

I was embarrassed at being caught out. It only then occurred to me
that the detective would have reported back to my proper body not
knowing Rachel was the host.

I then explained that it wasn't that I didn't believe her, but I
was trying to find the witch and get her curse ended. She told me
that we simply must not keep secrets from one another. We had to
tell each other everything. In the end I agreed with her and
apologized.

After her lecture, I was dying to know what the information the
detective had gained. As it turned out, nothing. The trail was too
cold. I looked at the report and it did appear to confirm what
Rachel had told me. All three people, the original Rachel, her
lover and his wife all disappeared without trace at about the same
time around twenty-five years ago. He has not been able to find any
trace of any of them.

So, that was that. Unless we could find that witch, we were going
to have to carry on swapping over, possibly forever... but you know
what, that was not such a crazy idea now...

**************

And so it continued. I had never been this close to anyone in my
entire life. I had never shared myself so much with another person.
At first, all this had started as curiosity. I don't think either
of us expected to be together for two weeks after that first
transfer. Yet here we are months later, still together, closer than
ever and getting closer every day.

The weeks and months just seemed to fly by. I had never been so
happy and content in my entire life.

**************

We went out to dinner one night. I was male and Rachel was looking
her usual gorgeous self as she always did when female. She tried to
seduce me before we left, but for some reason, I spurned her
advances. I knew I would get that body tonight, but I wanted to
take her out to dinner tonight, not be taken out to dinner.

However, during dinner, I sort of changed my mind. An evil grin
spread across my face. I slipped off one of my shoes and slid it
under her tight dress. Fortunately, there was a tablecloth draped
over the table, so no one could see what I was doing.

I should mention that the insides of her legs are one of her body's
erogenous zones. All those months ago when she licked my pussy for
the first time, she played on this fact. Over the months, I had
learned where all those hot spots where on her body, usually when
Rachel touched them when in my body. Therefore, I began rubbing
where I knew it would please her. She had on stockings and
suspenders, which was quite normal for her when going out.

After a few minutes of this, I softly moved my foot up to her groin
and delicately pulled her panties slightly down with my toes. I
could see from the look in her eyes exactly what effect I was
having.

"I thought you didn't like lasagna," Rachel said. Lasagna was the
dish she had ordered.

"I don't," I replied.

"Well, if you keep that up," she said motioning to her groin,
"that's what you'll be eating"

That was all I needed to hear. I took her hand in mine across the
table to make sure we were touching and pushed my toe right where I
knew it would do the job. Before I could tell what was happening, I
was struggling to contain the orgasm as Rachel's foot teased my
clit. I gave a mild gasp. I'm sure a few people knew what we were
doing and I felt a little embarrassed. But switching in public like
that always gave me a thrill, not that we did it that often.

A few minutes later the waiter brought over our food. My mouth
watered as I saw the delicious steak that I had ordered before I
realized that I had to eat the lasagna Rachel had ordered. She was
right. I didn't like it.

But that was another thing about the past months. We had to respect
each other's bodies. I had to eat the sort of things Rachel liked.
I had to work out just like she did. In effect, I had spent half of
my time as her in every detail.

As we were eating our meals Rachel started a conversation.

"Rachel," she had to call me Rachel in public, "do you know it's
been a year since we've been going out together," Rachel said.

I could not believe it. My jaw dropped open and I held my fork in
mid air in disbelief. I had completely lost track of the time. But
Rachel was right. We had been going out together for exactly a
year. Of course, the first three months do not really count because
we never really knew each other, but it still only felt like we had
been going out for a few months.

"A year," I replied as I finally managed to get the fork to my
mouth, forcing the lasagna down my throat.

"Exactly. We met in that bar one-year ago to the day. That night I
cried because I just knew that one day I would end up switching
with you, but I never ever thought we'd still be together one year
on," she said.

It was hard to believe we were still together. In the first few
weeks after my initial switch with Rachel, I never thought we would
be going out for another week, let alone nine months. But here I am
enjoying an evening dinner with my lover. I no longer thought of
Rachel as my girlfriend anymore. Well, how could I. Half the time
she was my boyfriend. I now thought of Rachel as just my love, or
my lover.

Now I knew why she had been so keen so go out tonight. But why
didn't she tell me instead of dragging me out. I would have happily
gone out tonight had I know that it was the anniversary of our
first meeting. Ha, I soon found out.

We finished our meals and I went to the washroom. At this point, I
realized one of the reasons why I hadn't been too keen on having
Rachel's body until we were back in bed. She had worn a pair of her
highest stiletto heels. While she looked very sexy in them, I was
still having trouble balancing in stilettos. It was the one part of
being a woman that I was finding impossible to crack. Even her
periods were easier than this.

Now, I was used to wearing normal heels. In fact, because Rachel's
feet had been conditioned to wearing heels over the years, I found
it difficult to wear flat-based shoes. But even a year later, I was
still unable to master the art of walking in high stiletto heels.
And because we were out to dinner, Rachel had insisted on wearing a
pair of her highest.

I suppose I should have confessed to her that I really didn't like
wearing them. Maybe she would have eased off a little on wearing
them herself. But I had decided many months ago that I was going to
do whatever it took to stay with Rachel and if it meant having to
wear these spikes every now and then, then I would just have to
suffer in silence.

It wasn't all that bad. I was nearly four inches taller as I worked
my way to the washroom and it did elicit many glances from some of
the men. While I never had any real sexual attraction for other
men, it made me feel good inside.

When I was in the washroom, I managed to get into some idle chatter
with one of the other women. This was something else I had found
difficult... girl talk. It was so hard working out what to say, but
I had managed to get the basics of it by now.

Actually all this did give me a sort of a kick. Being in the ladies
room, talking to 'other' women, touching up my makeup. It
highlighted just how much my life had changed since a year ago.

When I returned, I saw that Rachel had been out to the car, which
was parked close by. I asked her why she had gone there.

"To make a quick call," she replied.

It seemed weird. I just knew she was not telling the complete
truth. We returned to our tables for coffees and I was determined
to extract the truth from her, but she beat me to it as I started
my coffee.

"Rachel," she said again calling me Rachel, "I'm glad you did
'that'," I assumed she meant the orgasm I caused to have with my
foot, "You see, I tried to seduce you earlier because I wanted to
be male when we came out tonight."

"Why," I asked curiously. Like I said, she had tried to seduce me,
but I assumed she was just a bit horny. I didn't know that she
actually wanted to be male for the meal tonight.

"Because there are some things that it's just not appropriate for a
woman to do." At this point she got up and took something out her
pocket. It was a small box. She got down on one knee and opened the
box. It contained a ring inside.

"Rachel, will you marry me," she said.

I was completely shocked. I could not say anything. We were in a
busy restaurant and Rachel had just proposed to me. Rachel took the
ring from the box, took my hand and placed the ring on my slender
finger.

"Will you," she pleaded.

"Yes," I heard myself say. I got up and we both hugged. I heard
some people cheering at other tables. Tears formed in my eyes.

When we were back home, I had gotten over the shock, but I was now
more excited than I had ever been before. Although Rachel had
sprung the question on me, I quickly realized that I wanted nothing
more than to marry her. I wanted to run out and tell everyone. I
thought about our wedding day, but that raised a very interesting
point.

"But hang on a minute. You have just proposed to me as a man. So
who are we when we get married," I asked.

"I don't know," Rachel answered, "When I was a girl, I had always
assumed I would get married as a woman. I have thought about it. I
suppose we should get married in our own bodies, but somehow if we
get married as each other, it would be the perfect way to accept
each other."

I thought about what she had said. Part of me was interested in
getting married as a woman. A look of inspiration crossed her face,
"Tell you what, lets toss a coin over it".

She hurried away and returned with a coin a few minutes later.

"Okay, you call. If you get it right, you are the man. If not,
you're the woman," I nodded.

"Call," she said as she flipped the coin into the air.

"Heads..." I called out.

**************

So, here I am three months later walking down the aisle in my
wedding dress. I must admit, when that coin landed tails it brought
mixed emotions to me. I think that I had wanted to get married as a
man. I was a little uneasy about it for the next few days.

But as the weeks passed and our love grew ever stronger, I decided
it no longer mattered. I just wanted to marry Rachel. I didn't care
if I was a man or a woman. Rachel at first saw I was not too happy
with getting married as a woman and she did offer to swap, but by
then, I had warmed to the idea and I told her I was fine with it.
Somehow, she was right. Getting married as each other was the
ultimate acceptance of our life together.

Our respective parents were also delighted. I think they wanted us
to wait a little longer, but we simply couldn't. We loved each
other and we wanted to get married as quickly as possible. Because
Rachel proposed to me a year to the day since we met, we decided to
get married a year to the day that I became Rachel for the first
time. We just could not tell anyone the importance of that day in
particular.

It was tough getting it all arranged in the three months, but we
just did it. We moved in together, Rachel gave up her job to look
after the house and I gained a promotion to the board so I now
earned enough money to easily support us both. Of course, the
reality is that we both earned my promotion, we both gave up
Rachel's job and we both look after the house since we now share
our lives so closely.

We tried to share the experience as much as possible from both
sides, swapping over for each dress fitting and things like that,
but we decided that the final few days should be spent the bodies
we would be married in. There were still a few areas of concern.
The bachelor party was one. It would be just typical of my friends
to get me completely drunk and set me up with a stripper.

Not that I would have minded, but since Rachel would be going to
the bachelor party as me, what would happen if they did that.
Rachel could easily become the stripper. That would leave a lot of
explaining to do. To get round this, we made our final change about
six hours before her bachelor party, so any 'accidents' would not
result in an exchange.

As a guy, I never did see the problem with strippers at bachelor
parties. It was the guys last stab at freedom. I could never see
why girls got so worked up about it. Now I'm sitting on the other
side of the fence, I can appreciate why women have so much trouble
with it. Rachel even joked about going with a stripper that night,
which I did not find at all amusing. Okay, I had a bachelorette
party with Rachel's friends, but all they did was reminisce over
old times, which was very tricky for me. Although Rachel had told
me most (but not all) of her secrets, I only knew the facts. I was
not there. I couldn't laugh like all these girls were remembering
it. I would have preferred to be my old self right now.

When I spoke to Rachel the next morning, she told me that she had
felt pretty much the same. We concluded that swapping for the
parties had been a mistake. Rachel offered one last time to swap
back for the wedding, but I refused.

Although at first, I wasn't too thrilled at the idea of getting
married as a woman, I realized right now that it was all worth it.
Standing beside Rachel in my wedding dress as we exchanged our vows
made me feel absolutely wonderful. I knew I was going to be with
this person for the rest of my life

We also discovered something else. Rachel said she could never find
a way to break this curse of hers. Well, that is just what we've
done. We no longer think of it as a curse. We now consider it was a
blessing because I could have never fallen in love with Rachel so
much if it had not been for this curse. I wanted nothing more than
to keep swapping places with her for the rest of my life.

We had even talked about the possibility of having a child.
Although Rachel could neither get pregnant, nor get anyone
pregnant, maybe there was a way round it. Perhaps I could get
myself pregnant by collecting my own sperm when male and then
inseminating myself when female.

We didn't know if this would work, whether the curse would allow
it, but we could certainly try it. There was one major obstacle and
that was that I would have to carry the baby exclusively and be
female for the full nine-month term. Right now, that does not
appeal to me one bit. I don't want to be a pregnant woman. But
maybe in five years time, I might think differently. In any event,
that's in the future. Right now, we have each other.

**************

There was a reception, after which we proceeded to our hotel for
the evening. As we both entered the bridal suite, I don't think
that either of us really wanted to make love that evening. Oh, we
wanted to, but we didn't want to exchange. I think both of us
wanted to finish the day by going to sleep in the bodies in which
we had been married.

We talked about it, kissed and cuddled, but eventually our carnal
desires got the better of us. Rachel stripped me, then made love to
me. I knew it was going to be quick, but it still felt good. As I
felt my own orgasm building to a climax, I also felt Rachel tense
up. A few minutes later, after much screams and thrashing about, I
realized I was still female.

"Did we come together?" I asked finally realizing that we should
have changed.

"It's looks like it, Mrs. Wilkins," she said as she kissed me.

We never gave it a second thought. We had just had a simultaneous
orgasm. Rachel told me long ago that if we both cum at exactly the
same time, it sort of overloads the curse and we're stuck in that
body for a full week. I suppose neither of us had wanted to
exchange that night and this seemed to be the perfect wedding gift.
We made love again and sure enough, we did not exchange.

I woke the next morning, still female to start our honeymoon.
Because of our simultaneous orgasm last night, it meant I would be
Rachel for the next week. In the past year, we had only had two
simultaneous orgasms, but each time before, I was male. This time,
I was female. I had already been female for the past five days
which was a fairly long period and I was now going to be like this
for another week.

But it didn't bother me in the slightest. I was now married to the
person I loved and I could enjoy the first week of the honeymoon
without any worries about body transfers.

We departed early in the morning for Hawaii and we were well
settled into our honeymoon suite by the afternoon. That night we
made fantastic love. It was the most passionate night of my life. I
loved every single minute of it.

For the rest of the week, I was in complete heaven. I had never
been happier in my entire life. I had lost count of the days, but
Rachel told me that tonight would be the end of the seven-day
blockage on the body transfer. I had thoroughly enjoyed my last
twelve days as a woman, but I wanted to get back to my male body,
so I could finally make love to my wife.

Rachel sensed what I wanted, so that night she went down on me and
buried her head in my pussy. I think that this was probably the
best position for transferring, for both sides. When we switched
she would get my female orgasm and I would be very horny in my male
body, so I would fuck her causing us both to enjoy it all over
again.

She continued to work my clit with her tongue. It wasn't long
before I felt the unmistakable build to an orgasm. I moaned one
last time before clutching the bed with my fingers. Rachel sensed
how close I was and she penetrated my vagina with her fingers
sending me over the edge. My whole body tensed and shuddered as I
cried out in ecstasy and the now familiar pleasure swept throughout
my body.

As the pleasure had begun to subside, Rachel continued to work my
clit until she suddenly stopped and lifted her head up. I instantly
realized what was wrong. I was still female. Right now, I should
have been licking Rachel's clit. I sat upright.

"Why haven't we switched?" I asked concerned.

"I don't know," she said.

The next twenty minutes were tense. We were working out how long it
had been since our simultaneous orgasm last week. Suddenly Rachel
started laughing. "Of course. Why didn't I think of it. The week
isn't up yet," she said.

"But it is," I said. I had already worked out the times and was
still shocked at the conclusion.

"No. Look. We had our simultaneous orgasm exactly a week ago at
around midnight."

"Yeah, but it's one in the morning, now," I pointed out.

"But you're forgetting the time difference. In Denver, it's still
only ten o'clock. The week isn't up yet," she pointed out, "We've
still got another two hours left"

I breathed a huge sigh of relief and collapsed onto the bed. At
first, we thought about waiting until two in the morning, but we
were fairly tired so we didn't bother. There was no rush to change
back. We still had another week. I'm sure we would have sex
sometime tomorrow, so I gave her a blowjob and we soon fell asleep.
The one thing I had learned in the past year was that we should
never have sex just for the sake of transferring.

The next day at around lunchtime I was taking a shower when I heard
the shower door open. I turned round and Rachel was standing there
holding one of our dresses in her hand. We now thought of
everything as 'ours'.

"Y'know. I packed this dress myself," she said, "I fully intended
to wear it. And today that is exactly what I'm gonna do," she threw
the dress over her shoulder before joining me in the shower.

"But since I'll look a bit silly wearing a dress, I think I need to
leave this shower with those tits on my chest," she said looking
down at my body.

She then adjusted the showerhead and knelt down. I laughed briefly.
She was doing exactly as I had done a year ago. She spread my legs
before pushing her head deep in my pussy. The water drops on my
body combined with her expert tongue soon had me groaning.

"If you want to leave this shower with tits, you're going the right
way about it," I said, repeating what she had said to me that time.

She was going the right way as well. I wondered if she was going to
give me a blowjob afterwards as I had done to her that time. I
grabbed my tits and squeezed my nipples. In a matter of minutes, I
was approaching my orgasm. I spread my legs wider still, pushed my
body back against the shower wall thrusting my pussy outwards to
meet her face. Within a few seconds, I reached my peak. I gave a
familiar scream and the pleasure again swept through me. Rachel
continued to eat my pussy as the pleasure began to subside.

We both stopped instantly. We still had not changed. I was still
female.

"What's happening. Why didn't we swap?" I said.

"I don't know," replied Rachel looking bewildered.

We left the shower and dried off. I then laid on the bed while
Rachel fucked me. There was no way I was going to come. I was
simply too tense. After several minutes Rachel tensed up and
squirted deep inside me. But I was still female.

"What's happening. Why aren't we swapping?" I said almost crying.

"I don't know. I don't know," replied Rachel looking equally
disturbed.

"Could I be... pregnant," I asked in desperation. According to
Rachel, the only exception to the curse was that she could not swap
with a pregnant woman. It suddenly seemed to fit. We worked out how
long it had been since our last period and the past week had been
the time when Rachel's body would ovulate. We never used any
protection because Rachel could neither get pregnant, nor could she
get me pregnant. But had she somehow?

We rushed out to get a pregnancy tester kit. The thought of being
stuck like this for nine months nearly made me cry. I took the test
and it came up negative. I retook it and got the same result. I
remember staring at the second negative test. At that point, I
wished it had been positive. At least that way we would have known
why we were not switching and I would have only been female for the
next nine months. But now, I could be stuck like this forever.

The rest of the honeymoon was ruined. I had trouble sleeping. We
continued to have sex every day, but every time, Rachel would come
inside me and there would be no transfer. During our sex, I
received no pleasure from it at all. In the last year, I had always
enjoyed sex as a woman. I might not have had an orgasm every time,
but I always enjoyed it. Now it was completely different. I just
laid back on the bed and let Rachel pump me. I did not feel the
slightest bit of pleasure from it.

Our families greeted us when we returned. We tried to put on a
brave face, but they could all see there was something wrong. Try
as hard as I could, I just looked so miserable.

Looking back, it is difficult to explain why I had so much trouble
with this. After all, I had spent half of the last year as a woman.
But that was just the point. Although I had been female for half of
the last year, I had been male for the other half. In effect, I had
the best of both worlds, enjoying life from both sides.

Now, if we could not find a way to switch back, I could be stuck
like this... for the rest of my life...

**************

It was now three weeks after our wedding, a week after we returned
from our honeymoon. I took another two pregnancy tests during the
week. Both turned up negative. By now, I was almost praying to be
pregnant.

Rachel had to go back to work during the week and I had to stay at
home and look after our house. That really hurt me because I knew
that this could be a permanent arrangement. I loved my job and I
knew there was every possibility that I might never work there
again.

We had a few theories about why we were not switching. It appears
that simultaneous orgasms seem to overload the curse and stop it
working for a week. But maybe this time it overloaded the curse for
longer. After all, it happened on our wedding night. Maybe this
time the curse was overloaded for a month.

I know it wasn't a very solid theory, but it was the best we could
come up with. The only viable alternative is that the curse was
designed to expire when Rachel got married and since she got
married as a man... that's how she has to live the rest of her
life.

The only other possible theory is that I am somehow pregnant,
despite the negative tests but that's looking less and less likely
as the days go by and we are starting to dismiss it.

People say married life is different. Well, it can't get much more
different than this can it.

**************

Rachel told me she had a plan to narrow down these theories. But
she did not tell me the details and she made a few telephone calls.
The next day when she returned home from work, I looked outside and
I was surprised to see a woman in the passenger seat. I had never
seen her before. She looked in her thirties with short dark hair.
They walked to the door as I walked to the hallway and Rachel
opened the door with her key.

"Hi Paul," I said calling her Paul in public, "Everything okay"

"It's okay Paul," Rachel said. I was surprised she called me Paul
in front of this woman, "This is Janet. She knows."

Janet held out her hand and smiled. I was a little shocked, but I
held out my hand and we shook.

"Rachel has been telling me all out you Paul," Janet said.

I looked at Rachel with a very puzzled looked on my face. She must
have known just what I was thinking because she explained straight
away.

"Janet's an old acquaintance of mine. We made, lets call it a
transaction some years ago," Rachel said.

I knew what she meant by that. Rachel had obviously swapped bodies
with Janet some time ago. Since Rachel described it as a
'transaction', I also assumed Janet used to be a man.

"What's going on," I asked wondering what Janet was doing here
regardless of what she used to be.

"I want to try something. I want to find out if the curse has
stopped working completely, or if it's just stopped working with
you. So I want to..." Rachel tried to finish, but was finding it
difficult to spit out the words.

"You want to have sex with Janet and see if you swap," I finished
for her.

"Yes," she nodded, "It'll just be sex, I promise. And if we do
switch, we'll switch straight back at the earliest opportunity.
Janet doesn't want to be a man again for any longer than
necessary."

I nodded my agreement. I was not to keen on the idea of Rachel
swapping with another woman. It wasn't only because of the sex, but
also I felt I was becoming one more step removed from my proper
body. But at the same time, I felt that we had to find out what was
happening and this seemed to be the only real way to do it.

"When are you going to...?" I said.

"Well, we were thinking of now. The quicker we switch, the quicker
we can switch back."

Again, I nodded my acceptance. Without saying much more, Rachel and
Janet left for the bedroom. I went straight into the living room
and turned up the TV loud. The thought of my lover having sex with
someone else was difficult to handle, although I knew it was for
the best.

It all seemed to take forever. The digital clock display on the VCR
seemed to take hours just to go through one minute. After about ten
minutes, Janet walked into the living room. I silenced the TV and
looked straight at Janet. I looked into her eyes and I saw Rachel
there. She was now in Janet's body.

"So it worked then," I softly said.

Rachel nodded, "Yeah. Just like normal."

"So why the hell doesn't it work with me," I said beginning to get
emotional.

Rachel sat down to comfort me. She put her arms around my
shoulders. This was strange. We were now two women together. We had
been swapping every few days for the past year, but for the first
time we were now of the same gender at the same time.

"Don't worry, we'll work it out," Rachel said.

"But if you can swap, then that means the curse is still working.
So why don't we switch," I stared ahead, "I must be pregnant. I
must be."

We didn't do much for the rest of the day. That night Rachel slept
with me and Janet slept in the spare bed. It felt strange to be
going to bed with another woman, what with me being a woman at the
time. I did feel a mild interest for some lesbian sex with Rachel.
It was the first since I was stuck like this that I actually
desired some sex. Unfortunately, Rachel had no desire for sex, at
least not with me.

Her curse assured that she could never be gay or lesbian. She would
always desire the opposite sex. Now, in the past year I had always
been the opposite sex to her. This was time in our relationship
that Rachel had no sexual desire for me. I think she was just as
hurt about that too. Eventually we hugged each other and we both
cried ourselves to sleep.

The next day was much the same. Rachel switched back with Janet as
soon as she could. I think we all had thoughts in the back of our
minds that Rachel might not be able to switch back and she would be
stuck as Janet, but fortunately they swapped straight back as soon
as they had sex.

Rachel kissed Janet goodbye before joining me in the living room.
Since the curse was still working, I simply had to be pregnant. I
would have to make an appointment with our doctor to make sure.

Well an hour later I found out I was definitely not pregnant. It
was early evening when my period hit a day early. Rachel joined me
in the bedroom later. To make matters worse, this was a
particularly tough period. The cramps were bad.

"I'm gonna be stuck like this aren't I," I said. I was starting to
get depressed over all this. It was just too much. In the past
year, we had even been able to share Rachel's periods. In so many
ways, being able to share in my girlfriends period pain brought us
even closer together. But this time I was going to have to face
this one all alone.

"Is that so bad?" she said.

"Yes it fucking is," I snapping back at her. Huh, I was even
getting bitchy already; "Sorry" I said realizing this was not her
fault.

"We've still got each other," she said holding my hand, "Paul, I
don't want this any more than you. I want to keep swapping with
you, but... I just don't know how to anymore. I'm at a loss."

"I know. I know," I said, "But you'd better start calling me Rachel
now in private." I said that line in a partial joking manner, but
it had a very serious side to it. We had exhausted all the
possibilities. It now looked like I was Rachel for life.

Since my period was in full flow, I was in no mood for sex so we
just went to sleep in each other's arms.

**************

I was miserable for the next month or so. I just knew that I was
going to be stuck like this. I suppose I could compare it to having
a limb lost in an accident. I knew I could survive it, but I could
not help but feel depressed at the sense of loss.

Despite what anyone might think, there was a sense of loss. I had
not only lost the ability to make love to my wife as a man, but
also my whole male life had been lost. The life that I had worked
so hard at getting.

But I can't complain too much. I knew what I was getting into. I
knew deep down that this was always a possibility. What if Rachel
had run off in my body, or if she had an accident in my body. But I
think what made it worse was that this was so avoidable. Why did I
have to get married as a damn woman? Somehow, if I had been stuck
as a man, it would not be quite as bad.

Sex between us did start to recover, mostly because I now knew
there was virtually no chance of getting back. It was tough to
begin with. I knew that I would never drive my cock into a pussy
again, only have a cock driven into my pussy. I would never have my
cock sucked again, only suck cock.

But after all that I do love Rachel. I knew I could get through
this, but now, all I could feel was depression

We also wondered if I could now get pregnant. After all the curse
is still working, but for some reason Rachel can't swap with me.
Perhaps that same part which stops me from swapping with Rachel
will allow me to get pregnant by Rachel. For some bizarre reason
the thought of being a pregnant woman is not as bad as it was a few
months ago, maybe because I had been wishing to be pregnant for
those two weeks since we found I was stuck like this.

**************

One day the doorbell rang. I wondered who it could be. Perhaps some
salesperson or something. I walked to the door and opened it. I
almost fell over when I saw Rachel's mother standing there.

"Hello Rachel," she said as she walked in.

"Oh, hi Mom," I said outwardly, "Oh, fuck" was what I said inside.

Over the past year, I had been able to roughly emulate Rachel's
life when I was she. But friends and family were always a tricky
thing. Rachel seemed to be able to blend into my life so easily and
my friends and family hardly noticed a difference, even when Rachel
was alone with my mother.

But I was finding it tougher. So we did our best to avoid the
situation and that was a lot easier than you might think. Every
time I found myself alone with one of Rachel's friends or family
and the conversation was getting a little hard for me to handle, I
would just make an excuse to keep it short. Rachel would then make
up for it at a later date. This worked for the past year.

Now I was Rachel permanently. This was something I was just going
to have to face.

"I'm just dropping in to see my favorite daughter," she said.
Rachel was her only daughter; "You haven't been round to visit for
a while."

"Oh... err... well we've been busy. Let me make us a coffee," I
said.

As I went to the kitchen to make the coffee, I wondered what I
should do. She did not look like she was simply dropping in to see
her daughter. She wanted a heart to heart conversation with me. I
thought about inventing an excuse, but I couldn't keep doing that.
I was going to have to do this eventually and the later I left it,
the worse it would get.

When the kettle boiled, I decided to go all out and find out what
was bothering her. Maybe it would not be as bad as I thought. I
returned with the coffees on a tray remembering to do it just as
Rachel had told me. As I sat down, I was hoping she would just make
some idle chatter and then leave.

"Rachel, is there something wrong," was her first line, which blew
away any hope of a simple talk.

"Wrong with what," I said pretending to be ignorant of the
situation.

"With you. It's just that ever since you got married you've been...
different. Are you okay," she said. Damn this was just what we were
afraid of. Now that I was Rachel full time, my behavior was
starting to show. Of course, me being so miserable and depressed
didn't help either.

"No Mom, I'm fine," I replied. She just looked at me for a minute.

"No. You're not," she said, "What is it. Are you pregnant," she
asked.

"Huh, I wish I was," I quickly remarked without thinking.

"What," she said quickly glancing over at me with a worried look. I
knew straightaway that what I had just said was completely the
wrong thing to say. I could tell from the tone of my own voice, I
was practically crying out for help. I struggled to give her an
explanation and boy did I have to think quickly.

"I... err... I'm having my... err... period and it's a pretty rough
one. Every time I have a rough one, I... err... sort of wish I'm
pregnant... so I don't have to go through the... err.. period."

"Oh," she said looking at me, not quite believing what I said, but
at the same time accepting it. My heart returned to it's normal
beating rhythm. Damn that was a close one. I was going to have to
watch what I said and really keep my mouth shut.

"Look Rachel. I will always be here for you and I will always love
you. But I can't help you if you won't tell me what the problem is.
Whatever it is, you can tell me."

"No. I can't," I said. Again, that was not the best thing to say.

"So there is something wrong. Rachel, please tell me what it is,"
she pleaded with me.

I was digging a deeper and deeper hole for myself and I just knew
it. It was becoming blatantly obvious to her that something was
wrong and that I needed help. How could I tell her that this was
something she just couldn't help me with? I decided on the direct
approach.

"Mom," I said taking her hand in mine, "I'm fine. You don't need to
worry about me. I know you love me and I love you too, but this is
something I need to work out myself. It's nothing serious. In fact
it's all a bit silly, but there's nothing wrong."

As I said those words, I thought to myself that it was silly. It
was so silly for me to get myself depressed over this. I would have
thought about it some more, but Rachel's mother spoke again.

"Is it Paul. Is he the problem," she asked.

"No Mom."

"Are you sure. Look me in the eyes and tell me that. He hasn't hurt
you in any way, has he?"

That hurt me. The mere suggestion that I could ever harm Rachel
really dug deep into me. I looked Rachel's mother in the eyes just
as she asked.

"Mom. He's never laid a single finger on me or even come close to
it. He treats me with respect. I couldn't wish for anyone better
than him. I don't know what I'd do without him. He's a complete
angel," I said. Okay I know that was a bit over the top, but I
wasn't about to have my proper self blamed for all this, however
depressed I was.

She thought for a minute and then nodded slowly, which I took as an
acceptance of what I had told her. She giggled slightly.

"What," I said.

"Nothing"

"What," I demanded softly.

"Oh, it's just Paul. I've got a confession. I know I encouraged you
to go out with him to start with, but a few months later I found
out a few things about him. I happened to meet someone that works
for him and they told me he was a right bastard."

You don't know how hard I had to fight the urge to get the name of
that person out of Rachel's mother. This was not the first time
this had happened and I knew it would not be the last. It amazing
how many things you find out about yourself when you're someone
else. But the thing was... I was a right bastard back then. I now
realized that now. It's been Rachel that has "shown me the light."

Rachel's mother continued, "But over the months, he seemed so nice,
so good to you. I could tell you've never been happier in your
life, so I didn't say anything to you. I was even happy for you
when you told me you wanted to marry him. But ever since you've
been so depressed after your marriage, I... err... wondered if he's
been treating you badly now that you're married."

"Well, he hasn't," I said, "Not in the slightest."

"You really love him don't you. I mean you REALLY love him."

"Yeah," I said.

"And you're sure it's nothing I can help you with."

"Mom. I'll be fine. Just trust me okay."

She smiled and nodded. We chatted about more mundane things for a
little while before she left. As I closed the door behind her, I
almost collapsed in relief. But the hard facts were that this was
only the first of probably many times. In effect, she was my mother
now.

I returned to sit down on the couch and think about what she had
said.

**************

What Rachel's mother said made a lot of sense. I thought about it
for days. I knew I loved Rachel more than anything. Okay, I had not
planned on spending the rest of my life in her body, but right now
it doesn't look like I have much choice in the matter, so I'm just
going to have to make the best of things. If I can't be her
husband, I'm going to have to be her wife.

Over the next few months, things began to improve. I still didn't
like it and I would have switched back in a heartbeat if I could.
However, I was beginning to accept the fact that I was probably
stuck in this body for the rest of my life.

I think that perhaps given time, I could truly accept this body as
my own. Maybe, just maybe I could be happy living as Rachel for the
rest of my life. But it was going to take time.

However, it all fell apart one fateful day. That day was one of the
most vivid of my life. It started just like any ordinary day.
Rachel went to work. Every time I kissed her goodbye for work, it
reminded me of what I had lost. However, I had a busy day ahead of
me today to take my mind off things. To start with, I had an early
appointment at the hair salon.

But as I was leaving the house, I noticed some mail on the side
table. Rachel must have put it there, but forgot to open it. One
letter in particular caught my attention. It was just addressed
"Rachel & Paul" with no address, stamp or anything else. I was
about to open it, but I looked at the clock and realized I was
late. So I put it in my purse to read later and left the house.

After I had been to the salon, my next job of the day was getting
the shopping done. That was exclusively my job now that I was the
housewife. When I was loading up the car when I saw a man propped
up against the car next to me. He appeared to be a little
breathless and he was having a hard time catching his breath. I
walked over to him.

"Are you alright," I asked him. He looked a little ill.

"Yes... Ma'am... Thank you... for asking," he splutted out.

"Are you sure. Do you want me to get some help," I asked him.

"No, I'll be fine," he paused, "Heart problem," he said as he
tapped his chest.

He seemed young to have a heart problem. He looked to be in his mid
thirties and he was a big guy. I thought about calling for some
help for him, but he slowly turned and began fishing out his keys
from his pocket.

I returned and finished loading the shopping into the car and
closed the door. I was then about to open the drivers door when I
glanced over to the man and I saw him collapse on the floor just as
he had opened his door. I ran round to his side and I saw him
knelling down on the floor clutching his chest.

I rushed over to him to try to help him. The next part happened so
fast that I barely remember it. In one instant, I found one of his
hands had gripped my neck and the other one was over my mouth. He
practically threw me in the car like a rag doll. I felt his hand
leave my mouth. I tried to call out for help, but he had gripped my
throat so tight I could barely breathe let alone call out.

I reached to try to pull his hand from my throat, but his arms were
like tree trunks in comparison to mine. He was just too strong for
me. I thought he was going to strangle me, when I saw the flash of
a knife blade.

He released my throat so I could breath, but in it's place I felt a
cold surface. Somehow I knew that knife was at my throat.

"If you make one sound bitch, I'll cut your damn throat," he said
with a coldness that simply chilled me to the bone.

I didn't move. I was frozen. It was as if all my muscles had just
froze in place. I couldn't even move my eyes. They looked straight
into his and I still can't believe the emptiness that I saw there.

He held the knife there, then put something over my head. It was
some sort of hood, but I could still feel the knife at my throat.
He tightened it around my neck so I couldn't see a thing. Then he
then turned me over and I felt something bind my hands together
behind my back.

I felt one of his big hands on my bare legs. I instinctively wanted
to scream at the top of my voice, but my body was still frozen.
Even if I had wanted to move, I don't think I could have.

He slowly moved his hand up slightly, so it was just inside my
skirt. I clenched my fist and braced myself. I knew there was not a
damn thing I could do. I was completely helpless.

"You're all the same you bitches," he said in a soft chilling
voice, "You walk around showing it all off. You need to be taught a
lesson. Well I'm today's teacher."

I think he then pushed me into the back seat and forced me to lie
down on the floor on the car.

"Don't get up and don't make a sound," he said to me in that same
forceful voice. I felt something light fall on top of me. I think
it was a blanket or something like that.

I then heard the car door slam. There were a few more noises like
keys jangling together before I heard him start up the engine.

I felt the car move. At first, we reversed, then we moved forward.
God I was so scared, more scared than you could possibly imagine. I
remembered that he told me not to make a sound, but I just wanted
to cry. I had to fight very hard to stop myself from crying out
loud and instead just felt the tears rolling down my checks in
silence.

One thing I clearly remember. As the car picked up speed, this guy
actually started singing as if he was out on a country stroll. He
was singing American Pie and taping his hand to the beat. He seemed
to put emphasis every time he sang the line "this'll be the day
that I die".

Every time I heard that line, I wondered if today was going to be
my day...

**************

The car ride seemed to take forever. I was stuck in the back of his
vehicle completely blinded by the hood placed over my head.
Eventually I felt the car stop and the engine turn off. My
instincts told me that from the way the engine sound echoed that I
was in a garage.

I heard the back door of the car open and I then felt his big hands
grab me and pick me up. Again the urge to scream swept through me,
but I knew that I had to just go along with whatever this guy
wanted, at least for now.

He stood me up and pushed me forward. Now I can tell you that being
pushed forward, when you are blinded and your hands are tied behind
you back is a frightening experience.

As I stumbled forward, I tripped over a step and this man grabbed
me once more and steadied me before pushing me forward again. Then
I heard a door open and I guessed I was pushed inside.

Although I could not see a thing through this blindfold, I could
always see pieces of light filtering through. But now, it was
completely dark, so I guessed I was in a dark room.

Then I heard this guy flick a switch and I could see some light
through the hood, so I knew I was a room. His hands gripped my arms
one more time and he started pushing me forward and downward at the
same time. It became instantly obvious that we were going down some
wooden stairs. I lost my footing several times because I still had
my heels on and I had to be steadied.

When we got to the bottom of the stairs, I assumed I was in a
basement. He pushed me forward once more before shoving me down on
the ground. I gave a faint cry as I could barely imagine what was
coming next but all he did was speak to me.

"Don't make any fucking noise," he said before I heard him walking
up the stairs, closing the door behind him and locking it.

I was still lying on the floor with my hands bound behind my back
and a hood over my face. I assumed that the guy was no longer in
the room but I could not take that for granted. He might be
lingering around watching me.

I just laid there for several minutes without moving a muscle as I
strained to hear a sound, any sound. Eventually I heard some boards
creak above me. I could only assume that the noise was upstairs and
that this guy was no longer in the room.

I decided I had to do something. I couldn't just lay here and wait
for him to come back, so I first kicked of my heels. Then I rolled
onto my back and tried to get my tied arms in front of me by
pulling my legs up close into my body.

Rachel's body was fairly nimble and I had worked out to keep it in
shape but this guy had done a really good job of tying my hands
behind me because I just couldn't get them in front of me no matter
how much I rolled around. Eventually I just laid in a heap and
started to cry.

**************

Some hours later I had calmed down slightly, but all I could do was
think about how stupid I had been in the parking lot.

For the most part over the past year I had developed female
instincts when in Rachel's body and for the past six months Rachel
told me it was impossible to tell me apart from any normal woman,
except of course for my depression after our marriage.

But there were always occasions when my true male self would shine
through even when I was in Rachel's body and back in the parking
lot was one of those times.

Why did I have to try to play the hero? I should have completely
ignored that guy and locked myself in my own car.

But there is no point moaning about it after the fact. Right now, I
was locked in his basement and I couldn't even bear to think what
he was planning to do to me.

**************

The next few days were a blur. This guy kept me tied, blindfolded
and locked up in his basement for two days. He did, at times remove
my blindfold, but he would then gag me and tie me to a chair. He
brought me food and water and allowed me to go to the bathroom,
although I was blindfold at the time, so I had no idea what his
house was like.

On the third day, he eventually removed my blindfold and untied my
hands. I was weakened, physically and emotionally. I had to fight
hard to keep my spirits up. I knew he was trying to break me and I
was not going to make it easy for him. The past two days had been
emotional torture. He had kept me waiting for the inevitable time
when he would rape me. Something told me that time was fast
approaching.

Now that I was free, I half considered making a run for the stairs.
However, I knew that I was in no condition to fight. Even at full
strength, I posed no match for him, but now it was a hopeless
fight.

"Well, you even made the newspapers," he said, "It says 'police
suspect that local woman Rachel Wilkins was abducted by an unknown
person. Her car was found abandoned in a parking lot with the doors
open. Investigations are continuing.'," he finished reading the
article.

"In other words, they've got diddly shit," he added.

"You won't get away with this," I said.

"Why not. I always have. I've never been caught yet."

A thought then occurred to me. This guy was not attempting to hide
his face. I would easily be able to identify him if he let me go.
That could mean only one thing. He had no intention of allowing me
to live after he was done with me.

"Oh, there's something else," he said. He held up a letter. I
remembered it was the letter that I had put in my purse before
leaving the house. It just said Rachel & Paul on the front with no
other markings. I had forgotten to read it during the day.

"Someone sent you a blank piece of paper," he said as he pulled out
a piece of paper with writing all over it.

"What," I said wondering why he was calling it a blank sheet of
paper when there was clearing writing on it.

"It's a blank sheet of paper. You must have some weird friends," he
said as he waved it in the air. But I could clearly see handwriting
on one side of it. I thought this guy must be blind or crazy not to
see it. Then it occurred to me that I might be the one going crazy.
After this emotional torture he has been putting me through, I'm
probably hallucinating.

"May I see it," I asked holding out my hand tentatively wanting to
see what it said regardless of whether I was hallucinating.

"Later, if you're a good girl," he said as he crumpled it in his
fist and threw it down on the floor, "Let's get down to business
first. Suck my cock," he said looking me straight in the eye

"What," I nearly shrieked. It wouldn't have been the first time I
had done it, but I had only even sucked Rachel's cock, never anyone
else's. The thought of sucking anyone else's cock was disgusting.

"Come on. What do you think I brought you here to show you my stamp
collection? We've waited long enough. Now it's time to see some
action. Suck it," he said.

"No," I firmly replied.

"Suck it... or you die," he said as he pulled out a large hunting
knife. It looked like the same knife he had used when he abducted
me. Somehow, I knew he was not lying about his threat to kill me.
But I also guessed that he would probably kill me anyway once he's
done with me.

I hesitated briefly for a few seconds, but I soon realized that I
had little choice but to do as he ordered. I slowly shuffled over
to him until I was right in front of him. Then I knelt down which I
found to be extra humiliating. This guy wasn't just content with
raping me. He wants to dominate me and humiliate me by making me
kneel down and suck his cock.

I slowly moved my hands up to his pants and unzipped them.
Grimacing, I reached inside and I could feel his hard cock as I
pulled down his boxers slightly before reaching in fully and taking
his cock in my hands.

He placed the knife under my throat. I could feel the sharpness of
the blade. "If you try anything funny, I'll slit your throat. Don't
think I won't do it," he said.

Again, the chill in his voice told me that he wasn't lying and that
he would not hesitate in killing me. He must have known what I was
thinking because I had planned to bite on his cock. But with a
knife at my throat I knew I had to go along with whatever he
wanted.

As I pulled his cock out of his pants, I could see just how small
it was. When I had first reached inside his boxers, I thought his
cock wasn't at full erection. But now that I could see that it was
fully erect and it barely extends much more than four inches, I
wanted to laugh, but I knew that would only get me into more
trouble.

I felt slightly better. At least I knew I could give him a good
blowjob if it was that small. After learning how to suck my old
large cock well, I knew this would be no problem. Nevertheless, I
still felt disgusted and humiliated that I was being forced to do
this.

I slowly licked the top of his cock before I pushed it inside my
mouth. It was only the second cock I had ever sucked and tiny in
comparison to my old cock. I used all my knowledge and techniques
to make him come as quickly as possible. But I knew this was only
the beginning. After all, we were both still fully clothed. He was
not just going to be content with one blowjob.

It was awful though. I wanted to be sick. In a way, this was worse
than being raped the conventional way. At least you retain a scrap
of dignity and defiance when raped. But this way, I was completely
surrendering to this guy. When he comes in my mouth, it will be
totally due to my actions. I will have made him come.

He placed his other hand on the back my head "Deeper. Tighter," he
said as he began pushing my head further and further in. I actually
thought I was going to be sick, but somehow I managed to keep it
down. I just squeezed with my lips and sucked as hard as I could
trying to get him to come as quickly as possible so it would all be
over.

"Oh yeah. Nearly there," he gasped, "Make sure you swallow every
drop," I knew it wouldn't be long now.

My cock finally tensed up, before I exploded into his mouth in a
tremendous orgasm. My knife was held tightly under his throat as I
used my other hand to push him as deep as he could possibly go,
making my orgasm all the better. He gagged and I guess he wanted to
pull back, but he remembered my order to swallow every drop. He
really did a good job of it. It was a shame I was going to kill him
anyway after I've had all my fun, just like all the others.

Over the following seconds, I felt a familiar sensation that I had
not felt in months, the filtering through after a transfer. Slowly
I began to realize what was happening. I was now standing up in the
rapist's body while he was knelt down in front of me still sucking
me cock. We had switched.

I stepped backwards pulling my cock out of his mouth. I could see
the look in his face. It was an expression of utter shock, probably
similar to the expression on my face when I first switched. He
didn't move at all. He just stayed there on the floor looking down
at himself in silence.

"How the fuck could this happen," I thought to myself. Rachel's the
one that's cursed, not me. This shouldn't have happened, "It isn't
possible," I thought. Yet here I am looking down at myself and
seeing the guy that just raped me.

I took another step backward, still in complete shook when I heard
a sound as I stepped on something. I looked down and I could see
that it was the piece of paper that the rapist had crumpled and
thrown on the floor.

I bent down, picked up the paper and opened it. I glanced over to
the rapist who was in Rachel's body. He was huddled in the corner
trying to make sense out of what had just happened to him. I opened
up the letter and sure enough, I could still see writing all over
it. As I began to read this letter, I was equally stunned.


Hello Rachel & Paul,

Firstly, let me say that only the two of you will be able to read
this letter. Everyone else will just see it as a blank sheet of
paper. Actually, it's the other way around. This really is a blank
sheet of paper, but the two of you will see it differently.

Anyway, I just bet you are wondering why you haven't been switching
for the past few months. Well, let me explain in detail exactly
what has happened.

Firstly to Rachel. I've been keeping a close watch on you,
especially ever since you started switching with Paul. You deserved
everything you got all those years ago. However, I do feel you have
finally served your sentence and that you should now be allowed to
get on with your life. I've also seen that you two are very happy
together and because Paul is content to switch with you forever
then the curse is no longer serving it's purpose.



My concentration was broken by a sound behind me and looked around.
I saw this rapist was attempting to run up the stairs in Rachel's
body. I couldn't believe I had forgotten about him, but this letter
had engrossed me so much. At first, I thought about throwing the
knife at him, but I quickly realized that this was Rachel's body I
was aiming at. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't hurt him.

So, I scrambled up as fast as I could. I felt a little stupid for
forgetting about him, but I knew I would easily be able to
overpower him in this body. At that instant, it did all seem to be
a fit funny. I seriously thought about giving this rapist just what
he deserved.

As I got to the top of the stairs, I saw this guy grab something.
He swung it towards me. As it got closer to my face, I could see
that it was a large frying pan.

The frying pan completely covered my view as he struck me over the
head with it. I fell backwards and lost my stepping on the stairs.
I went crashing down the stairs back into the basement like
something out of Home Alone.

It didn't knock me out completely, but it did stun me for a while
and I dropped the knife somewhere. I have no idea how long I was
stunned, but it must have been at least half a minute. Eventually I
was brought too my senses by a loud screech. I had no idea what
that was, but I knew I had no time to lose, so I shook my head and
picked myself up. I looked up to see that this guy had closed the
door at the top of the stairs.

I ran back up the stairs. I hoped that I could break it down with
my much stronger body, but the door was not locked. I wondered why
he didn't lock the door. At that point, I realized the jangling
keys on my belt.

"Good," I thought. He wouldn't be able to drive away without his
keys, unless he had a spare set around somewhere.

I had a quick look around. I was in a kitchen of a house. I just
knew that I had to find this guy. He was probably hiding somewhere.
Only now were the full ramifications of what was happening
beginning to sink in. I just prayed he didn't have a gun lying
around. He could quite legally shoot me and claim self-defense if
he had no care for getting his old body back.

I cautiously moved around the house. As I walked into the hallway,
I could see the front door was wide open. I guessed he must have
run outside. As quickly as I could, I ran for the open door.
Somehow, I had to find him and catch him. Right now, I had no idea
how this happened, but I couldn't worry about that now. I just had
to get him. I was beginning to feel even more stupid for letting
him get away.

As I went through the door, I saw some commotion before me. I was
in a reasonable neighborhood but in front of me, in the middle of
the road was a car. In front of the car, several people were
standing around.

"She just ran out. I didn't see her," I heard someone cry out. He
was a young man who was nearly in a state of panic. Other people
were beginning to mill around as I approached. When I finally got
close enough to see what happened, I just stopped in horror.

I stood shell-shocked as I watched the scene in front of me. Lying
in front of the car was Rachel's female body. Obviously this guy
had run off in shock and had run straight out into the road without
looking.

As I got closer, I could see he was lying face up with his eyes
closed. The blood on his forehead was beginning to mingle with his
red hair. Someone was kneeling down beside him trying to assess the
damage. I saw them place a finger on his neck and feel for a pulse.

I stood utterly transfixed to the scene as the middle-aged man
placed his fingers on the rapist's neck feeling for a pulse. Well,
to me he was a rapist, but to everyone else present, he was a
stunning redhead who had just been knocked down by a car. My new
heart stopped momentarily.

"She's still alive," he said to everyone.

Two emotions hit me at the same time. After what he did to me, I
wanted that bastard to be dead. But at the same time, I also felt
relief. He was in my body after all. Strangely enough, that was the
first time I considered it to be my body. Although I had occupied
that body constantly for the past three months, I still thought of
it as being Rachel's body in much the same way that I had always
thought of Rachel as being a 'she' even though 'she' had been my
husband constantly since our marriage.

The ambulance arrived very quickly. Two paramedics rushed to the
rapist's side and assessed the situation. It seemed to be only
minutes before they were loading him into the ambulance. I really
wanted to follow them but it just wasn't practical. However, I knew
from his injuries that he wasn't going anywhere fast.

Now that I couldn't follow the rapist any further, I knew I had to
telephone the real Rachel right away. I quickly wandered back
inside trying to draw as little attention to myself as possible.
Once I was in the door, I ran through the house looking for the
telephone. When I found it, I immediately dialed home.

In that instant, I wondered what I was going to say to Rachel. I
still had no explanation for what had happened to me. All I knew
for certain was that I was now in the body of a rapist and he was
now in Rachel's female body on his way to hospital.

But I didn't get the chance to tell her anything because I got a
busy tone. I slammed down the phone in anger, nearly breaking it
because I wasn't used to my increased strength. "Fuck, I knew we
should have got Call Waiting," I thought.

I tried a few more times, still getting a busy tone. As I took a
tiny break in dialing, I glanced down at one of the drawers on the
desk. It was open slightly and I could see a wallet inside. My
curiosity became aroused and I opened the drawer, picked out the
wallet and looked inside.

I saw a driver's license. When I recognized the photo on it as
being my new likeness, I glanced at the details and I could see my
new name was Jeff Morton. I just hoped I would not have to be a
Jeff Morton for long.

I paused again trying to think back to what happened. We switched
when I gave Jeff Morton that blowjob. The transfer was just like
any other transfer with Rachel. I even caught some of his thoughts
as we switched. He was thinking about how he was going to kill me.
At that point, I knew that Jeff Morton was not just a rapist, but a
serial killer.

I looked down at my new male hands. They quivered slightly as I
thought about the harm that these hands had caused. But whether
Jeff Morton was a serial killer or not, I still couldn't work out
how this happened. Rachel was the one who was cursed, not me. How
could this be possible?

I then thought back to how stupid I was to let Jeff Morton escape.
But he looked so harmless and fragile lying in the corner and
reading that letter had distracted me.

A sudden thought ran through me. That letter I was reading before
this rapist made a run for it. What happened to it? It must still
be in the basement. I ran down into the basement as fast as I could
and struggled to find the letter. When I found it, I sat down and
read it in full.



Hello Rachel & Paul,

Firstly, let me say that only the two of you will be able to read
this letter. Everyone else will just see it as a blank sheet of
paper. Actually, it's the other way around. This really is a blank
sheet of paper, but the two of you will see it differently.

Anyway, I just bet you are wondering why you haven't been switching
for the past few months. Well, let me explain in detail exactly
what has happened.

Firstly to Rachel. I've been keeping a close watch on you,
especially ever since you started switching with Paul. You deserved
everything you got all those years ago. However, I do feel you have
finally served your sentence and that you should now be allowed to
get on with your life. I've also seen that you two are very happy
together and because Paul is content to switch with you forever
then the curse is no longer serving it's purpose.

You may remember that all those years ago I told you that you would
have to live with this curse for the rest of your life. Well
although I'm not bound by my promises, I do like to keep to them,
so let me explain what I've done.

Your curse is still working Rachel. Nothing has changed with you.
It's Paul that has changed. You see Paul is now cursed as well,
just like you. Every time Paul has sex with someone, he will also
swap with that person.

This came into effect the moment you got married. As you exchanged
vows with Paul, your curse also extended out to him. That is the
reason why you are not switching with each other. Your respective
curses are canceling each other out.

Now to Paul. I know that you have not wronged me directly and you
may feel that you don't deserve to have this curse. But you must
also remember that you married Rachel. Along with other things, a
marriage is an agreement to share your lives together. Not only
that, but everything within your lives.

Therefore, you have to share everything that Rachel has...
everything including her curse. You are now stuck with it for the
rest of your life as well.

But I hope you don't see it as a curse too much. Think of it more
as a blessing. You can now lead a normal life together and since
you will both have a hard time finding any other partner that could
accept you, it should also bind your marriage for life. Oh, and if
you do ever think of separating, don't think the same will happen
for your second marriage. This is a one-off gesture from me to ease
your pain, a sort of wedding gift.

I know you've been depressed since your wedding Paul and that was
not my intention (actually I didn't realize you were going to get
married as a woman), but if you can't accept being female for life
then there is a way for you to switch back with Rachel.

What you have to do is block one of your two curses. One of you
must have sex with a third party and switch with them. Then switch
back the next day and have sex with each other within twenty-four
hours. Since only one of your curses will be active at the time,
you will be able to switch. It sounds complicated, but think about
it for a few moments and you should quickly work it out.

Now I take a very dim view of extra marital affairs, as Rachel
knows only too well, but as long as you are both consenting and
aware, that's fine. Had my ex-husband been forward with me, I'm
sure we could have all had some fun all those years ago. I gave him
the same curse, but only as a one-off for his next sexual partner.
The woman he had sex with was very glad to get out of her line of
work, a line of work, which I compelled my ex-husband to continue.

But one thing you must remember Paul. When you have your first real
switch, the rest of the curse will come into play, the mental
parts. Just like Rachel, you will only desire the opposite sex;
plus you will have a desire to be feminine when female and
masculine when male. So, if you have sex with someone else and
switch back, you'll probably find you don't mind being Rachel so
much. But whether you want to stay as Rachel will always be up to
you.

Now to both of you. I hope you both live a happy life together. I
will no longer monitor you or spy on you. From this day onwards I
will leave you alone and will not interfere in your lives any
further. But I'll check up on you in a few years from now, maybe
even introduce myself to Paul properly. We have already met in
passing, just after he hired that private detective to try to find
me. That detective did actually find me. Just he didn't remember
it.

However, there is one extra enhancement to this curse that I will
make. From now on, you will be able to get each other pregnant. You
can finally have a family.


Signed.

"The Wife"


I crumpled the letter in my hand as the comprehension of what this
letter was saying filtered through to me. If only I had taken the
time to read this letter before going out, things could have turned
out so differently. I might not have gone out shopping, but even if
I had, I would have been prepared for what happened when I switched
with Jeff Morton and I would not have let him escape.

I sat down and consoled myself for a while. "What was I going to
do?" I kept thinking over and over again. But after a moment, it
occurred to me that maybe all this wasn't a complete disaster. The
situation was bad, but salvageable. Rachel's body was now mortally
wounded and inhabited by a serial killer. But even if the worst
happened and he died, we could still be together although it would
take some effort getting a new suitable female body.

I knew I had to contact her. I stuffed the letter in my pocket and
ran back upstairs to phone Rachel again. She would know what to do.
She had far more experience than me with these body swaps.

I picked up the phone again and started to dial home. I decided
that if I got a busy tone this time, I would call the operator and
get them to interrupt the call. But as I was dialing, I happened to
glance out of the window. When I did this, I dropped the phone on
the floor in shock. I could see that a police patrol car was parked
outside and two police officers were walking up to the door.

I knew straight away that I could not allow myself to be caught by
the police. I could fry on the chair for Jeff Morton's crimes.
Crimes that I did not commit. I didn't even think and I grabbed the
things including Jeff's wallet and ran through the house. The
police were already knocking at the front door.

I found the back door, rushed into the back yard, jumped over a
fence and I ran as quickly as this body would allow to get as far
away as I possibly could. After a while I had to calm myself down.
This body was big and strong, but was also overweight. I couldn't
run as fast as I used to in Rachel's or my proper body.

I wandered around aimlessly wondering what to do. I didn't even
know where I was. But I knew I had to call Rachel, so I found a
little motel somewhere and checked in using Jeff Morton's credit
card. I asked the clerk on the desk if the rooms had their own
telephones to which he said yes.

When I was in my room, calling Rachel was the very first thing I
set about doing. I just had to speak to her. She didn't know that I
was also cursed.

I rang home but got the answering machine. Then I tried Rachel's
cellphone but it was switched off. I slammed down the phone in
frustration again. After building up the courage, I rang Rachel's
parents but once again there was no reply, so I finally decided to
ring my own parents. This time there was an answer. My own mother
picked up the phone.

"Ah. Hello. I'm trying to get hold of Paul. Is he there by any
chance," I said.

"No. I'm afraid not," she replied. I could tell from the tone of
her voice that something was wrong, but that could just be because
of 'Rachel's' disappearance.

"Do you know how I can get hold of him urgently. It's important."

"Well, I think it will have to wait. He's had some bad news right
now."

"Okay, well, I'll err... ring back sometime," I said before I
replaced the phone. Then I felt so angry that I stood up and kicked
and punched the wall. I knew this was bad. Rachel was almost
certainly at the hospital either at 'my' bedside or grieving over
'me' and there was not a damn thing I could do about it.

After a while, I calmed myself down. I knew that eventually Rachel
would have to speak to me. I had finally worked out what I was
going to say and I knew it would only take ten seconds for me to
convince her who I really was. I knew she was in torment right now,
but I also knew that it was only temporary.

**************

The rest of the day and evening passed slowly. I watched the local
news on the TV. There was a short item about 'Rachel Wilkins' being
found injured, but not much else.

My attention was then turned to my current body. I wandered into
the bathroom and stared in the mirror. I felt an instant wave of
disgust because the image staring back had installed such terror in
my mind during the past few days.

I felt around my body. I was used to constant body swapping and
feeling different each and every day, but only between two separate
bodies, never a third. Also, after being female for three straight
months, it was strange to feel the absence of my breasts on my
chest. In contrast, my overweight waistline was much larger than
before.

It wasn't long before my attention was turned to the new genitals
between my legs. Again, it had been three months since I had the
sensation of having a cock and balls down there instead of a pussy.
I was just beginning to get used to the idea of having a pussy
forever.

Although I was curious, I didn't explore any further. After all, my
new cock was tiny in comparison to my own, but also, I just wasn't
in the mood. There were far more pressing things to worry about.
Now that I knew what was going on, I knew that I could get my old
male body back once again.

I thought about the fact that I now had Rachel's curse as well. It
seemed so damn obvious. Why didn't we think of it ourselves? But
because I had never had sex with anyone else except Rachel, we
couldn't tell.

I remembered back. Rachel did have sex with an old friend of hers a
couple of months ago to determine if the curse was still working,
which it was. So why didn't Rachel and I switch the next time we
had sex after that? The reason struck me instantly. We didn't have
sex in time. My period started the same day and we didn't have sex
until several days later by which time it was too late. I buried my
head in my hands again. If only we would have had sex that night,
everything would be so different again.

I went to bed that night in a mixture of optimism and sadness. The
injuries that the rapist suffered in Rachel's body were severe. He
might never recover. If that happened, Rachel's parents would have
a tough time of things. But I also felt optimism that we finally
knew why we had not been switching since our marriage. We could
recover from this and we could still be happy together even if we
had to abandon Rachel's female body.

As I lay in bed, I pondered over the possibilities and thought
ahead. If Jeff Morton did regain consciousness before I got a
chance to speak to Rachel, that could make things very awkward. At
first, I was afraid that he might harm Rachel, but I knew he would
be in no condition to do anything of the sort while he was in
hospital.

Before I eventually fell to sleep, I felt more optimistic. There
would be difficult times ahead, but I knew we could get through
them. I wondered how I would switch back with Jeff Morton if he did
recover. He might actually prefer being a woman, especially if the
police are looking for his old body. It then occurred to me that
there was only one real way for us to switch back. I would probably
have to rape him. The thought of that brought a smile to my face.
That had a very strange irony to it.

An instant later I sat up in bed bringing myself to my senses "What
the hell was I thinking," I thought. I was contemplating raping
Rachel's female body and getting mildly turned on by the fact. I
looked down and I could begin to feel my new cock get slightly hard
by the thought. It had been three months since I had felt an
erection and it felt good despite my new cock was so small.

But I was more concerned about the fact that I was getting turned
on by the thought of rape. Was I starting to think like Jeff
Morton?

I had asked Rachel about this long ago, if a persons actions change
in the new body. She had told me that the mind transfer is fully
complete, but chemical addictions or imbalances can sometimes
affect the new host. She told me that on one occasion when she
swapped with a drug addict, she felt the same addictions and
cravings while she was in that body.

That had not happened with me when swapping with Rachel. I had
changed, but that was due to my increased awareness of the world,
not due to anything else.

I prayed that this was the case here. Perhaps Jeff Morton's
psychotic behavior was down to a chemical imbalance. If so, I just
hoped I could handle it until I got out of this body and the sooner
that was, the better.

**************

I woke up early the next day and I phoned my parents in the hope of
trying to speak to Rachel. I twisted my finger around the cord
several times in nervous anticipation, but there was no answer.

The rest of the day seemed to take forever. I watched the news and
read the papers. I wasn't at all surprised to see a news article
about the discovery of Rachel Wilkins. The newspaper said that
'she' suffered severe injuries from which she has not yet recovered
and her family are at her bedside. I was heartened slightly. At
least I knew exactly where the real Rachel was.

But when I read that the police were looking for Jeff Morton in
connecting with her abduction, I was in complete despair. I quickly
found out a few facts about my new self. This body had already
served time for rape before. Even worse than that, someone actually
saw 'Rachel' run out of 'my' house before 'she' was knocked down.
So in the eyes of the public, I was already convicted.

I could tell the situation was getting grimmer. If I was caught
then I would go to prison for the abduction of 'Rachel' but also,
what about all the other women this body had killed. I could quite
easily end up on Death Row.

I checked out of the motel I was currently in and checked into
another to keep moving around. I seriously considered going to the
hospital, but I knew that would be completely stupid so I did very
little during the day. That night passed very slowly.

Over the next few days, I continued to watch the news while at the
same time watching over my shoulder. I learned that Jeff Morton had
still not recovered, while Rachel had not moved from 'my' bedside.

I found it sweet that Rachel was keeping a vigil at 'my' bedside,
but it was also incredibly inconvenient. All I needed to do was
speak to her for half a minute, but she was taking no calls, no
messages. Apparently, she wasn't even speaking to anyone, just
sitting beside 'my' bed, refusing to leave.

The next morning I switched on the TV news. I was really beginning
to get even more concerned about this. How long could Rachel stay
there? She had to speak to me sooner or later. I was eating
breakfast as the newsreader read the local news. Eventually the
item I was waiting for came round. My mouth was full of food as my
entire body froze in mid bite as I listened intently.

"Police are worried about the disappearance of Paul Wilkins. He
vanished yesterday after being apparently informed that his wife,
Rachel Wilkins has slipped into a deep coma from which she may
never recover. His friends and family are concerned about his
welfare and urge him to contact them immediately."

I almost choked on my breakfast when I heard this. I immediately
rang round everyone to try to find where 'Paul' was, but no one
knew. Later, in a news update I found out that 'Paul' just
disappeared without trace.

Over the next few days, I tried again and again to contact Rachel.
I called home, work, my parents, Rachel's parents and all of our
friends. Every time I got exactly the same reply, that they have
not heard from 'Paul' since that fateful day. By the end of the
week, I was nearly suicidal. I finally knew what was going on, but
I just couldn't share it with Rachel. I was devastated.

**************

All that happened three weeks ago. Since that day I switched with
Jeff Morton, I've been on the run because the police have an APB
out on me. Now I know what it feels like to be on America's Most
Wanted.

These past few weeks have been very hard on me. I've been moving
from town to town picking up work when I can get it. I phone home,
nearly every day hoping to speak to Rachel in my old body. If I
could only tell her what happened.

But whenever I call back home, all I get is that 'Paul' vanished
just after 'his' wife was killed and nothing has been seen or heard
from 'him' since.

I just can't work out what has happened to Rachel. Where has she
gone? Jeff Morton is still in Rachel's female body in a coma in
hospital, but as far as she is concerned, that person is me so why
did she leave.

At first, I thought that maybe Rachel committed suicide when she
found out that I was comatose. I can't tell you how stressed out I
was for days. I am ashamed to say that I half considered ending my
own life to join her, but I held back until I knew for a fact she
had taken her own life. Well nothing was seen of my old body dead
or alive so I must assume that she's still out there somewhere.

Although I can't work it out, I know I can't just sit around
waiting for Rachel to turn up. I have to do something. But the
trouble is that this body is so restrictive. That was the root of
the problem back in Denver. I badly wanted to speak to Rachel, but
I knew if I went anywhere near the hospital I would be picked up by
the police.

Looking back, there were so many things I could have done to stop
Rachel from running away, like sending a telegram to the hospital
or insisting that the nurses at the hospital pass on a message. But
at the time, I was so afraid of getting caught by the police that I
though it best to wait. I didn't think it was necessary because I
didn't think Rachel wasn't going anywhere. I genuinely believed
that being patient was the best way.

Well, I was wrong. I never imagined she would vanish like she did.
In the end, I had to make a decision and now I must live with the
consequences. If I turns out that I never find her, I will probably
spend the rest of my life regretting that decision. Anyway, the
problem still remains. I can't go back to Denver in this body.

So I'm preparing to move into another body. I've resisted doing
that so far because I feel that I'm moving one step away from my
own body and I don't know how I will get back if Jeff Morton does
emerge from his coma in hospital. But I know that this has to be
done because sooner or later I will be caught.

But there is another reason why I need to get out of this body.
This body has strange.... desires. I find myself thinking thoughts
that I have never thought before. Only yesterday, I saw a young
girl and my initial thought was, well... unthinkable. I need to get
out of this body before I finally succumb to these sick thoughts.

I wondered how I could switch bodies. I guessed I could have sex
with some hooker and switch with her. But it just doesn't seem
right to burden someone else with this body. Also, Rachel told me
that she could never keep someone's body against their will. She
didn't know if it was part of her curse, but it that is true, then
the same will also apply to me.

But there is another option, well two options actually. Rachel
gained her last body by having sex with a brain dead person. So I'm
aiming to do the same. I'm looking around in hospitals and clinics
to find a woman that is suffering from a similar condition. I
should then be able to switch with that person. I know it sounds
sick, but what choice do I have.

The final option is to take a chance, go back to Denver, sneak into
the hospital and switch with Jeff Morton in Rachel's body. Now it's
risky for more reasons than I can count. I could get caught before
I do it. Even if it does work, I might not emerge from the coma and
Jeff Morton might be completely free.

The biggest problem is that without someone else to break it up
just after we switch, I will be at Jeff Morton's mercy again and he
will then be in a position to finish where he started.

But, if it does work, it might cause the real Rachel to come
running back to Denver. I'm not sure where she is, but I cannot
believe she'd just leave 'me' there without checking up to see if
I've recovered. Maybe the gains might be worth the risk.

Each time I think about this, it all comes back to what Rachel is
actually doing now. I have absolutely no idea. Maybe she's grieving
and maybe she knows about the fact that I'm also cursed and so
she's looking for me. That's one of the reasons I'm writing this
story.

I don't even know if she's still in my old body. She could have
easily moved on. Maybe the pain of seeing my male body in the
mirror every day was too much for her so she swapped with someone.

But it doesn't matter what body she's in. I don't care who she is
or where she is. I know that all I will have to do is look into her
eyes. I could always see Rachel in her eyes whichever body she was
in.

I'm also going to try and find that witch. I don't think she's
responsible for this. But if I can find her, then maybe she can
help me to find Rachel. She said she would check up in a few years
time. I do not want to have to wait that long, but if that is what
it takes, then maybe she will help me then.

So, that's the end of my story. I know from the tone that I've been
telling this story, that it's all been leading to this, but that's
just the way I feel right now. I just hope one day, it can all come
to a happy resolution. As soon as I get my new body, I can begin my
search for my one true love and when I do eventually find her, I
know we will spend the rest of our lives together and never be
apart ever again.

If you do happen to see her out there, please let her know about
me.


**************


Epilogue


Mr. Smith knocked on the office door, waiting until he heard a
response and then opened the door and walked inside. He saw the
private investigator sitting behind his desk.

"Ah. Hello Mr. Smith," the investigator said putting emphasis on
the word 'Smith' indicating his obvious suspicion that Mr. Smith
was not his real name, "How are you today?" he asked.

"Fine," Mr. Smith replied, "So you've found him then. Where is he?"
he asked wanting to get down to business.

The investigator picked up a file and handed it to Mr. Smith, "It's
all in there. Jeff Morton is holed up in some apartment building in
a town a few hundred miles North of here. But don't count on him
being there for long. He moves around a lot," he said as Mr. Smith
looked through the file scanning the details.

"I don't get it. How is it you were able to find him when the
police couldn't," Mr. Smith asked.

"Because I'm good," the investigator replied, "But more importantly
because I have a personal interest in this type of case that makes
me work much harder."

Mr. Smith looked at the investigator with an interested look on his
face so the investigator continued, "You see, my own daughter was
murdered by a serial killer. But neither the police nor I could
ever find him. So I try and make up for it like this, by helping
other relatives find their victims' killers. Maybe someday that
killer will be my daughters killer."

"Why do you say that," Mr. Smith asked with a slightly concerned
expression.

"Look. I know who you are. I mean who you really are Mr. Wilkins. I
also know that this bastard put your wife in a coma. You shouldn't
be here. You should be at her side."

Rachel was shocked that her identity had been uncovered, "I-I-I
can't. This is all my fault," she said.

"Of course it isn't your fault," the investigator replied playing
counselor.

"Yes it is. Look I can't explain, but that should have been me in
the hospital. It's all my fault and every moment that I sit beside
her holding her hand, all I could think about was how it should
have be me lying in that bed. I just couldn't stay there. I had to
go. I know I'm a coward for running, but right now, I've gotta find
this guy."

The investigator could usually tell when a person was making a
coded statement. He knew that what Mr. Wilkins had just said was a
fully coded statement for something he did not want to say out
straight. But while he could usually decode such statements, this
time he couldn't work out what he was trying to say. How could Mr.
Wilkins have possibly taken his wife's place in this ordeal?

"Well, what you do is up to you," the investigator said getting
back onto the subject, "If I was in your position I might do
exactly the same thing. But before you go through with this, just
sit back and ask yourself if this is really what you want to do. It
will not bring your wife out of her coma and this bastard has other
victims' relatives who would love to see him fry. You would be
denying their justice."

"B-But you don't know what I'm going to do," Rachel said.

"Of course I do. I've seen that look in a person's eye before. I
saw it in the mirror every morning for years after my daughter was
murdered. You have no intention of turning this guy into the
police. Oh, no. I know EXACTLY what you're going to do with him..."

**************

Rachel left the investigators office and walked back to her car.
She pulled out a map and located the town where Jeff Morton was
staying. She was going to leave right away in case he moved on
quickly.

As she started her journey, she thought to what the investigator
said to her about what she was going to do. She knew that the
investigator was exaggerating slightly when he implied that Rachel
was going to kill Jeff Morton. When the doctors told her that
'Rachel' stood little chance of recovery, she was utterly
devastated. She felt a level of rage and emptiness that she had
never felt before. In the days that followed, she would have easily
killed Jeff Morton without even a second thought had she been able
to get her hands on him.

But that rage had now settled down to an anger that burned inside
her. She wasn't sure what she was going to do, but she knew she was
going to make Jeff Morton pay for what he did to her lover.

Leaving who she thought was her lover in hospital was one of the
hardest decisions she ever had to make. She spent days talking to
Paul while he was asleep, holding his hand and crying over him.

But during that time, she couldn't stop blaming herself for what
had happened to Paul. She knew that such self-blame was normal in
this situation, but knowing about it did not help. In her own mind,
she was completely to blame for what happened to her lover.

Ever since she gained this curse, she had constantly dreamed of the
day when she could finally have sex without swapping every time.
She guessed that such a thing would never happen and instead she
was content to live with Paul for the rest of her life constantly
swapping every few days.

But after their marriage, her wish came true. Rachel never seemed
to have a problem living in any particular body. She could quite
happily live as Paul for the rest of her life, so this was exactly
what she wanted.

But that wasn't what Paul wanted and Rachel was disappointed when
he became depressed. She hardly kept any secrets from Paul, but
secretly she wished Paul could get used to being Rachel for life.
They could be so happy together. But because she loved him so much,
she would have gladly resumed their constant body swapping had she
known how, but she was just as perplexed as Paul.

In the few weeks before his abduction though, it appeared that Paul
was starting to accept his new life. He was really beginning to get
used to the idea of being Rachel for the rest of his life. Her
dream had finally come true.

But the price of her dream coming true was that her lover was now
lying in hospital when it should have been her. Rachel couldn't say
whether it would have made a difference, but had Jeff Morton
abducted her instead, it could have been so different because she
would have switched when Jeff Morton raped her and she could have
easily turned the tables. Her poor lover had no such defense.

After she disappeared, it occurred to her that maybe she could try
and swap with Paul while he's in a coma. Although she still didn't
know why they were not swapping maybe, just maybe it could shake
Paul out of his coma. She knew the chances of it working were very
slim and if it didn't work it would be a one way trip leaving a lot
of explaining to do and causing more anxiety for everyone, but it
might be worth a shot. She decided that after she's finished her
business here, she would return to Denver and try it.

**************

It was early evening as she arrived in the small town. Rachel
quickly located the apartment building where Jeff Morton was
staying. She waited until it was completely dark before she set
about her plan.

Rachel had made certain precautions. The car she was in was stolen
to avoid it being traced back to her. Although her desire to live
had been almost destroyed over the past few weeks, she didn't want
to completely throw her life away over Jeff Morton. There was a
very small chance that Paul might recover from his coma so she
wanted to do this without being caught.

She also thought about the investigator she had hired. Rachel
wondered if he would report her to the police if she did go through
with killing Jeff Morton. He had clearly guessed what was on her
mind. But since the investigator had located Jeff Morton with full
knowledge of what she was probably going to do, then technically he
could be considered as an accessory. Rachel concluded that the
investigator would not say a word to anyone about this.

But even as she sat there waiting and watching, she still wasn't
sure what she was going to do. Jeff Morton had effectively murdered
Paul. He might not have pulled the trigger himself, so to speak,
but as far as Rachel was concerned, he was responsible for putting
Paul in a coma.

A strong part of her told her that she should leave this to the
authorities. But the real problem was that even if the police could
find Jeff Morton, they did not have much evidence against him.
Before Rachel vanished, she had met briefly with the assistant DA.

He had been very blunt in telling Rachel that they would stand
virtually no chance of getting a solid conviction for 'Rachel's'
coma. They only had evidence of abduction because of the obvious
signs of imprisonment on Paul's female body.

But that was about as much as they could get. The police were
almost certain that Jeff Morton was responsible for the
disappearances of numerous young women and that he was really a
serial killer. But so far, they could not prove any of it. Rachel
knew that because they hadn't launched a full-scale manhunt for
Jeff Morton, they obviously hadn't turned up anything new. Even if
she turned him in, he could get away with all this. That meant it
was all down to her.

As the sky got darker, she first put on a pair of gloves and then
checked the items in the bag she carried. Among the items was a
roll of thick tape, some rope and at the very bottom, a gun with a
silencer attachment. Rachel had been around over the years. She
knew exactly where to get virtually any item she required for the
right price.

She held the heavy gun in her hand. In all her years, she had never
fired a gun of any sort, let alone killed anyone. She wondered if
she had the balls to do it. She knew she was going to find out
soon.

She had briefly considered shooting Jeff Morton in the balls and
effectively performing a castration. Had Jeff Morton simply been a
rapist, this might have sufficed. But Rachel knew that castration
wouldn't stop him from his killing habit. She knew that there was
only one thing that would stop him from hurting anyone again else
ever again.

Rachel glanced up and her male eyes widened as she saw her target.
She recognized him instantly from the pictures. He was walking
hurriedly into the apartment building, looking over his shoulder.
Rachel wasted no time. She got out of the car picked up the bag and
a baseball bat and followed him inside.

By the time Rachel was inside the door, Jeff Morton was already
walking up the stairs. Rachel silently followed behind with her bag
over her shoulder and her baseball bat in hand. She preferred to
use the bat for now, because she wasn't sure if she could actually
shoot him with a gun. She had more than enough aggression to beat
him with a baseball bat.

Jeff Morton's apartment was on the fourth floor. Rachel followed
him close behind, making as little noise as possible. When Jeff
Morton reached his floor, Rachel saw him fumble for his keys and
look around. Rachel remained just out of sight so he couldn't see
her.

As Paul opened the door, Rachel crept up behind him with an amazing
stealth and raised the bat in the air. Paul began to turn around as
Rachel brought the bat down onto his head. He quite literally
didn't know what hit him. For him, everything suddenly went black.

**************

Paul began to wake up with one of the worst headaches he could
possibly imagine. He felt like his head was exploding. He tried to
open his eyes, but something was over them, keeping them shut.

He then tried to open his mouth to speak, but his mouth also seemed
welded shut. Finally he tried to move his arms and his legs, but
both his arms and his legs seemed fixed in place.

He could tell straight away that he was bound to a chair, blinded
and gagged. A wave of panic rushed through him as the memory of his
captivity at the hands of Jeff Morton flooded back to him. Where
was he? What was going on? Had the police finally found him?

"I'm glad you're still alive. I was afraid I might have killed you
too soon," Paul heard a voice. In his dazed state, it took him a
few seconds to place the voice. He hadn't heard that voice in
weeks, but he knew straight away that it was his old male voice.

"Rachel," he tried to call out, but all that came out of his mouth
was a muffled moan. "What's going on?" he thought. He couldn't work
out what was happening. Although he recognized his old voice, there
was something different. There was so much hatred in Rachel's
voice.

"You fucking bastard. You killed her. You fucking killed her,"
Rachel said as she walked up to Jeff Morton and struck him across
the face nearly knocking him out again. Rachel decided to refer to
Paul as 'her' so Jeff Morton would know exactly whom she was
talking about.

Paul shook his head as he slowly recovered from the blow. Suddenly
it was making sense. "Rachel thinks I'm Jeff Morton," he thought.
For a brief few seconds, he was elated, but this was quickly
replaced by a very anxious feeling in his stomach. He tried to
speak and call out to Rachel again, but it was no good. The tape
had sealed his mouth together.

Rachel watched Jeff Morton struggle to speak. She wanted to remove
the tape from his mouth and hear him beg for mercy, but she knew he
could call for help if she did that, so she just stood there and
watched.

She then walked over to the only desk in the small room. There was
a laptop computer on the desk, probably stolen. Rachel had been
trying to access the files on it before Jeff Morton woke up, but
computers were not her strong point. It had been the part she found
most difficult when trying to emulate Paul's lifestyle and his job.

As she waited, she tried again to access the files again, but to no
avail, "If only Paul were here. He knows more about computers,"
Rachel thought to herself, "But he can't be here, because of that
bastard over there"

Rachel turned to face Jeff Morton again, the hatred evident in her
male eyes. When she hit him over the head with the baseball bat, it
had taken all her willpower to stop herself from beating him to
death right there. Now she was here, executing Jeff Morton no
longer seemed to be such a big step for her.

She was deliberately making him wait. He had put her lover through
emotional torture for days. Rachel wanted to give him some of his
own treatment. She watched him struggle for a while. When Rachel
thought she had seen enough, she slowly got up from her chair and
walked over to Jeff Morton. Her heavy shoes, which Rachel had used
so stealthily outside now made a loud thud on the floor with each
slow step.

When she was standing in front of Jeff Morton, she reached out with
one of her gloved hands and grabbed Jeff Morton by the throat. She
felt an urge to strangle him where he sat, but she fought this urge
down.

His struggling intensified as she gripped hard choking him. Rachel
knelt down and whispered in his ear.

"You probably don't know me. My name is Paul Wilkins. You put my
wife in a coma. You practically fucking killed her. I loved her. I
loved her more than anything in the world... and you took her away
from me," Rachel took a small pause in her speaking as her emotions
nearly broke.

"But, you've killed so many women, you probably don't even remember
her. Well let me say this. I'll see to it that you never hurt
anyone else," she said as she released him, then stood up and took
a step back.

Rachel watched Jeff Morton's struggle turn into a frenzy. He tried
to break free, but Rachel had done an exceptional job of taping his
arms and legs together to the chair.

After a few minutes, she watched his struggle subside. She then
carefully pulled the gun out of her left pocket and the silencer
out of the other. Very slowly, she screwed the silencer into place.
She could see that Jeff Morton was now very still, probably
straining to hear what was going on.

She pointed the gun at his body and tightened her finger around the
trigger. She was going to shoot him in the chest so that he died
slowly. At first, she was going to shoot him in the head, but she
decided that was too quick. She wanted his death to be slow and
painful.

She knew she had to do this. When she saw him sitting there, her
mind had finally been made up. Up until now, she hadn't been sure
what she was going to do, but now everything seemed much clearer.
She couldn't allow this guy to get away. Her thirst for revenge was
overwhelming her, forcing her to do this, but that wasn't
everything. She knew she had to kill him because he would only end
up killing more innocent women. To her, it was justifiable
homicide. This had to end here, today.

But as she tried to end it, doubts were beginning to creep into
Rachel's mind. She knew this bastard was responsible. 'Rachel' was
seen running out of his house. He was a convicted sex offender and
'Rachel's' belongings were found in his house. Plus there was
evidence, if not proof of his killing other women. She knew that
this was their guy, but something was holding Rachel back. She took
a step back.

Rachel tightened her finger around the trigger even harder. She
tried to pull on the trigger, but something was stopping her. Right
in front of her was the man responsible for practically killing
Paul. All she had to do was pull the trigger.

Her hand started shaking. "Fuck," she thought as she tried to
steady herself. Killing someone wasn't as easy as she thought it
would be. But she knew it was easy for Jeff Morton. He would have
killed her lover probably without even giving it a second thought.
She took another step back, put both hands on the gun and tightened
her grip on the gun again. Her shaking increased as she pulled hard
on the trigger.

The gun recoiled as she heard the distinctive high pitched sound
that a silenced gun makes followed by the sound of impact. She saw
Jeff Morton freeze. Rachel stopped breathing for a few seconds
looking for the blood that she guessed would come spurting out.

After a quick time, she realized she hadn't hit him. Her hands had
been shaking so much that she missed him completely and fired the
bullet into the wall. "How could I fucking miss a guy strapped to a
chair," she cursed herself.

Rachel raised the gun again with both hands. She saw that Jeff
Morton's body had frozen in shock at the sound of the first shot.
She smiled as she guessed that he was finally aware of how severe
this all was.

As she began to aim the gun again, her hand immediately started
shaking. She tried several times to aim at his body, but it wasn't
any good. She just couldn't do this. It didn't feel right to shoot
a guy tied in a chair like that regardless of what he had done.

Rachel walked up to Jeff Morton and ripped off the tape covering
his mouth. She quickly took a single step back and pointed the gun
at him once more. She knew she couldn't let him call out, but
somehow this made Rachel's conscience feel better. If she shot him
as he tried to call out, she could resolve it all inside herself by
thinking of it as self-defense. She knew it was a poor substitute,
but it was the best she could do.

"R-R-R," Paul stuttered out. He tried to catch his breath after
being gagged. He desperately struggled to call Rachel's name.

Rachel heard Jeff Morton try to call. She pulled on the trigger.
She wanted to hear his final cry. Her hands were still shaking, but
at this range, she knew she could not miss him.

"R-R-Rachel," Paul cried out blindly.

Rachel pulled the trigger hard, feeling the recoil while mentally
blocking out Paul's cry. This time, the bullet struck its target
impacting Paul in the body. Rachel watched his shirt start to turn
red almost immediately as he began to bleed.

"R-R-Rachel," Paul repeated breathlessly, feeling the intense pain
of the bullet wound.

Rachel suddenly stopped. She was completely shocked. He called her
Rachel. No one except Paul had called her Rachel since their
wedding.

"What did you say?" she said sternly pointing the gun at him once
more. She was quite prepared to put more than one bullet in him to
make sure she killed him.

"Rachel. It's me. It's Paul," he said looking around blindly
because he still had tape over his eyes. His voice was already
faltering as he fought the immense pain.

In that instant, Rachel felt a level of shock that she had never
felt before. She just stood there frozen, unable to move or speak.

"R-Rachel," Paul repeated, "It's me, Paul. Come on let me go."

Rachel was finally shaken out of her trance. "He's trying to trick
me," Rachel thought, "He knows about the curse and now he wants me
to let him go." After spending days grieving, she was utterly
convinced that her lover was lying in a coma and the man
responsible was sitting right in front of her.

She raised the gun again, with the emotional side of her saying
that she should kill him before he tried to fool her anymore with
his lies. That had been another reason why Rachel gagged him in the
first place. She didn't want Jeff Morton to play any mind games
with her stating that Paul begged for it, or something like that.

"Paul's in hospital. You put him there," Rachel yelled at him.

"N-No. We switched. Rachel, listen to me. I've got your curse as
well," Paul replied, "I got it when we got married. That's why we
didn't switch. Rachel, I've been looking for you for weeks. Rachel,
I love you."

Rachel sought to internally ignore what he was saying. She tried to
raise the gun again, but she knew straight away that she would not
be able to shoot him if there was even the slightest possibility
that he could be her lover.

She toyed with what she should do. Finally she could stand it no
more. She walked up to the man in front of her and ripped off the
tape around his eyes. He gave a soft cry in pain. His forehead was
already hot and he was beginning to sweat. She had trained as a
nurse years ago and she knew his wound was serious. After all, she
was trying to kill him.

Paul blinked his eyes open slowly. He was already beginning to fall
into shock. The light hurt his eyes because his irises were so
dilated from the dark. He squinted his eyes as he looked up and saw
Rachel standing over him. It was the most welcome sight he had seen
in weeks. But what wasn't so welcoming was the fact that Rachel was
holding a gun to his face with both hands.

Paul opened his eyes wider as his eyes adjusted to the light. When
he could open them completely, their eyes locked.

Rachel looked deep into his eyes, "Oh my god," she said as her jaw
dropped. A part of her had still been thinking that this was a
trick. She was expecting to be looking into the eyes of a murderer.
But as their eyes locked, she saw the soul of her lover behind the
face. She slowly lowered the gun and it fell from her hands.

Rachel quickly pulled off the tape around his arms and his legs.
She wanted to throw her arms around him, but instead looked at his
chest and saw him bleeding profusely. She brought her hands up to
her head as she began to realize exactly what she'd done. Instead
of shooting her lover's attacker, she just shot her lover with what
could be a fatal shot.

Her nurse training kicked in instantly. She ripped up some clothes
and made a makeshift bandage and tied it around Paul's chest.
Although she looked calm, internally she was in a state of absolute
panic as the consequences of her actions were beginning to sink in
fully. When she finished the bandage, she quickly inspected the
wound.

Her aim had been lousy. She had been aiming for his chest, but she
had hit him in the abdomen and the bullet had passed right through
him. Rachel knew this would give Paul at least a fighting chance.
Even so, she recognized that such a wound was very life threatening
if Paul did not get urgent medical treatment. He needed to go to a
hospital right now.

Rachel paced up and down the room a few times "What could she do,"
she thought to herself. She couldn't take him to a hospital because
he's in Jeff Morton's body. She was going to have to take care of
him here. But she was no surgeon, only a nurse.

Still, she knew she had no option. She walked over to Paul and
dragged his chair over the bed. Although she was in a strong male
body and Paul had lost some weight in Jeff Morton's body, he was
still too heavy for Rachel to lift so when the chair was beside the
bed, she did her best to push him onto the bed.

There was blood everywhere. She removed her gloves and then set
about doing everything required to save Paul's life. Paul had
remained silent until now as he slipped deeper and deeper into
shock. But despite his condition, he opened his eyes and forced a
smile as he watched his lover tend to his wound.

"It's good to see you," Paul croaked, his voice faltering.

Rachel stopped for an instant and looked over. She tried to answer
back, but she couldn't speak so she just smiled. Tears were rolling
down her male cheeks. How could she have been so stupid? Her rage
and her hatred had blinded her any other possibility. As far as she
had been concerned, there was absolutely no doubt in her mind as to
who was responsible. But she was wrong, and now her lover is dying
because of it.

Rachel continued to work tirelessly using anything she could find
as a surgical bandage or implement. Neither Paul nor Rachel spoke.
Rachel struggled to keep her focus. She knew that in order to
concentrate, she had to put everything she's just done out of her
mind. Eventually she knew she had done everything she possibly
could. It was up to Paul's body to do the rest. Then she knelt down
beside the bed taking Paul's hand in hers.

Rachel reached up to put a hand on Paul's face. As she did this,
she covered his face in his own blood. The sight of this caused her
emotions, which Rachel had struggled to hold back, to finally break
through.

"I'm sorry," Rachel sobbed, before breaking into a cry.

"It's not your fault," Paul gasped out trying to reassure Rachel.
Although Rachel had shot him, none of that mattered. He was finally
reunited with his lover.

"I-I-I thought you w-were..." Rachel fought to explain.

"It's okay," Paul said as he coughed slightly, "You're not to
blame. I forgive you," he coughed once more. Paul was feeling so
sleepy. He closed his eyes.

"Hey, wake up," Rachel shook him. He was in shock and she couldn't
allow him to sleep right now. Rachel succeeded in waking him up
briefly, but he just looked at Rachel, smiled and said "I love
you", before closing his eyes again. He could feel Rachel shaking
him as he completely lost consciousness

**************

Paul's mind seemed to drift for hours as he slipped in and out of
consciousness. He felt a floating sensation. It felt like he was
floating underwater, being forced to go where the current took him.
One minute, the current would take him one way, then the next
minute the other way as the different tides fought for ownership of
his body.

After a complete eternity, he felt could see a light above him. He
guessed this was the light that people see as they are about to
die. "Am I dead," Paul thought. He felt his body rising through the
water. He soon saw that the light wasn't a single point of light,
but was all above him. As his body rose throughout the water, he
realized he was rising to the surface. A few seconds later, his
body reached the surface.

Paul opened his eyes slowly. The first thing he could see was that
it was daylight as the sun shined brightly through the window. The
second thing he saw was Rachel leaning over him in his old male
body. He could see the joy on her face was as clear as the day.

"I'm still alive then," Paul spoke softly. Paul tried to sit up,
but his body protested.

"Hey. Don't sit up," Rachel stopped him, "You won't be moving for a
while. Here, drink this," she said as the placed a glass of water
at his mouth. Paul drank from the water slowly.

"You're gonna be fine," Rachel told him grinning wide, "But I'll
have to go and get some medical supplies soon. You did lose a lot
of blood and we need to make sure that wound doesn't get infected."

"Rachel, I'm also cursed..." Paul struggled to explain. Although it
probably wasn't the most appropriate thing to say, this had been
the first thing Paul wanted to say to Rachel, to explain whom he
really was. He had rehearsed what he would say so many times that
his mind was just on automatic.

"I know, I know," Rachel said stopping him, "During the night, I
found that letter. Then I finally managed to get into that computer
over there. I read your story. I know what happened to you," Rachel
kissed his hand, "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."

Paul tried to shift into a more comfortable position, but the pain
of his wound stopped him from moving at all.

"Ow," he cried as Rachel helped him move.

"Hey. How close did I come to... dying," Paul said remembering his
weird dream about floating in water.

"Close," Rachel replied, but she didn't tell him that it was quite
literally at death's door just after he passed out. Several times
during the night, Rachel thought she was going to lose him when he
would get better one minute, then deteriorate the next. But as the
sun began to rise, Paul finally started to pull through.

But it had been the longest night of her life. She felt feelings of
guilt and anguish on a scale that she never thought possible. She
couldn't even imagine how she could possibly live with herself had
Paul died.

Paul looked up at Rachel. Her male eyes were red from crying and
she clearly needed sleep. He knew that Rachel never did that much
crying when male, so she'd clearly been making up for it recently.
The nightmare they had both been living these past few weeks was
finally over.

But Paul's mind was instantly turned to the future. He realized
that it wasn't all over yet. In fact, there was still a hell of a
lot to be done. They were both currently in male bodies and he was
still in the body of a wanted serial killer. "Rachel. What are we
gonna do about..." he started to say.

"Shhhhh. Don't worry about that. First, you need to get better.
We're together now. We can worry about the all that later. I'll
take care of everything. I'll never let anyone hurt you again,"
Rachel reassured him. Although they were both in male bodies,
Rachel was still playing the male role, partly because she had been
male for so long, but also because she still felt blame for the
whole situation.

However, Paul relented. It didn't matter at all which body they
were in now. They were together again and that was all that
counted. Rachel reached down and gave her lover a long hug. Paul
did his best to return the hug given his debilitating position and
the two lovers remained in this embrace as they both cried in
happiness.

**************

ONE YEAR LATER

Paul and Rachel relaxed on the sofa as they continued to watch the
newscast.

"...and so nearly a year to the day after he was arrested, Jeff
Morton was sentenced to Death by Lethal Injection by Judge Franks.
This brought to a conclusion a bizarre sequence of events. The
judge also paid special thanks to Rachel Wilkins without whom this
man might have never been caught."

"For those that don't remember, Rachel Wilkins was the woman who
escaped from Jeff Morton, but was knocked down by a car as she
tried to run away. She was taken to hospital where she fell into a
deep coma. Her husband Paul Wilkins disappeared out of grief. When
he returned some weeks later, Rachel emerged from her coma the next
day."

The new Paul interrupted at this point, "Y'know, I sure that witch
had something to do with that. The doctors told me that 'you' would
have virtually no chance of recovering, but the day after we get
back to tidy things up, 'he' makes an amazing recovery. It was too
convenient."

"Yeah. I think you're right," the new Rachel replied, "Maybe she
found out what happened, realized she's partly to blame, so tried
to put things right by healing this body." as she gestured to her
own body, now fully healed.

Paul was going to say something, but the TV program was continuing
so they both looked on interested. The newsreader continued.

"For the first day, Rachel seemed to be in denial of who she was as
her husband comforted her, but the next day, Jeff Morton broke into
the hospital despite the police presence. He temporarily
overpowered Rachel's husband and tried to finish the job he had
started with Rachel. He raped her, but fortunately Rachel's husband
recovered and was able to knock him unconscious before he could
complete his task and ultimately kill her."

Rachel interrupted, "Well, that's the... official version of what
happened," she laughed as she thought back to how much of a risk
they had taken by sneaking her into the hospital so she could
switch back. Switching back with Jeff Morton was not part of the
original plan. They had returned to Denver to tidy things up, then
they were going to disappear together, find a new female body and
live their lives in happiness.

But when Jeff Morton recovered, they felt they had to take this
opportunity. But had she been caught before they switched back, she
could have been the one on Death Row instead of him. Still,
everything turned out okay.

The newsreader continued, "When Jeff Morton was being dragged away
by police, he offered little resistance largely because of a recent
gunshot wound. He had to be seen by doctors immediately. Police
were puzzled as to who shot him and how well the wound had been
tended to."

Rachel winced at the memory of how much being shot had actually
hurt and how well her lover had tended her for days afterwards.

"During his trial, Jeff Morton made wild claims about waking up in
hospital as Rachel. Prosecutors dismissed this as a desperate
attempt to claim insanity and the jurors agreed."

"But the most crucial and damning piece of evidence was the
videotape later found. On this tape, he confesses to killing
numerous women although he mentions no names. During the trial,
Jeff Morton denied ever making that recording, despite the
overwhelming visual evidence."

Rachel once again interrupted, "Hey, you know, even after what he
did to me, I feel a bit guilty there. I made that confession, yet
it put him on Death Row."

"Well don't," Paul replied, "He's a cold blooded murderer. We saved
a lot of other innocent women by making sure he was convicted. He's
getting exactly what he deserves."

The news item finished soon afterwards and the new Paul switched
off the TV with the remote and beckoned his wife to join him closer
on the sofa.

The new Rachel relaxed into her husband's arms as they cuddled up
together.

"Y'know, we can switch back whenever we want now with Janet's help.
We don't have to wait until our anniversary," Paul said.

"I know," Rachel replied, "But we said we'd swap back every two
years and we will. That witch was right. I don't mind being Rachel
so much now."

Rachel comforted herself in her husband's arms as she thought to
herself that she would switch back with her husband again. She now
had no problems living as a woman, but she still looked forward to
when she would be male again.

But at this point things were so happy for her. Paul had returned
to work and things were back to normal. A few film producers that
were interested in making her story into a movie had even
approached them and Rachel had started writing about her ordeal. Of
course, she had to make some drastic changes to the real version of
events, but it was giving her something to do while Paul was at
work.

There was a part of Rachel that was telling her that they should
stay like this forever, now they were settled. They are due to
switch back in eight months time at the time of their second
wedding anniversary. It will be quite a change for her to be the
man again after being the housewife for so long. Returning to work
will also take some adjusting.

But as difficult as it might be, Rachel thought that they shouldn't
ignore the gift they had. For a brief period just before they got
married, they considered this curse of theirs to be a gift. After
their marriage, it effectively became a curse again, but now they
can both finally appreciated it for what it is.

Rachel grinned as she finally got comfortable. Although Paul had
offered for them to switch back now and she declined because she
was happy, there was one extra reason she said no. She didn't know
if it would be even possible at the moment. Her period was late,
very late although wouldn't tell Paul just yet until she was sure.

Her grin widened as she worked out the dates. Their second wedding
anniversary in eight months would be perfect timing. She enjoyed
being a woman, but she wasn't sure if she could handle being a
mother just yet. But compared to everything else that had happened
to her in the past few years, maybe being a mother wouldn't be as
bad as she thinks...


The End.

Phillip Stevens
phil_stevens@bigfoot.com