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Please find a new story for submission

     Okay folks.  This is a new effort.  Please E-mail me to tell me
what you think of this little story.   Your feedback is always
welcomed, as well as your questions and comments.  I have a few other
stories in my head just trying to get out.  Should they??????




					    A REVERSAL OF FORTUNES


     Jonathan Chambers was a lucky man.  He was blessed with good
looks, and a brilliant inventive mind.  Success came very early for
Jon.  At the age of 35, he was a millionaire many times over.  By the
age of 37, he had pretty much retired to a life of leisure.  All of
the business' Jon had set up really ran themselves.  All he had to was
show up at the occasional board meeting and make a few executive
decisions.  The details, and day-to-day operations were left to the
talented stable of executives that he had hired.

     Consequently, Jon became a powerful, and popular man in the
community.  He had quite the reputation as a lady's man, with a
weakness for petite, but big-chested blondes.  At times Jon could be
quite arrogant about his looks, money, and power.

     One night while he was out, Jon met an absolutely drop dead
gorgeous blonde by the name of Tiffani Jones.  He was immediately
attracted to her, despite the fact that her breasts were on the rather
small side.  Jon mentally noted, "that's a flaw which can be
corrected!!"  Jon was not at all surprised when she came up to him.
After all, he was rather well known.

     It seemed they talked the entire night.  Jon learned many things
about Tiffani or "Tiffy" as she liked to be called.  Tiffy was almost
the exact reverse of Jon.  She was a high school drop out because she
just didn't have the smarts for school work.  What she did have was
looks, and an extremely high sexual drive.  Tiffy told Jon that she
even had been clinically diagnosed as a nymphomaniac.  Jon thought
this chance meeting had definite possibilities.

     Despite her good looks, Tiffy couldn't really model because she
was only 4'10" tall.  Besides that, she had only just turned 18 years
of age.  Her prospects were limited to basically being a mistress, a
stripper, or a porn actress.  She preferred the first because her life
long dream was to live a life of wealth and leisure.

     Jon smiled inwardly to himself.  Here was a girl he could take
home, and use to his hearts content, until he got tired of her.
Needless to say, it didn't take Jon very long to get Tiffy into the
sack.  They fucked 4 times that night, in almost every position
imaginable.  Tiffy was insatiable.

     Tiffy moved into Jon's country mansion the very next day.  In the
following week, Jon and Tiffy were rarely dressed.  Then things
returned to relative normalcy.  Jon began to by Tiffy clothes, take
her to expensive restaurants, and to exotic locations.  It was the
exact lifestyle that Tiffy always wanted.   She didn't even object
when Jon suggested that she get breast implants.  Not just any
implants.  Jon had Tiffy enlarge her breasts to the mammoth size of
56EEE.  Such large melons seemed even bigger on her small petite
frame.  It was a turn on to Jon because he could do his absolute
favorite form of sex: tit-fucking.

     However, after about 6 months, Jon started to grow tired of
Tiffy.  After all was said and done, she just wasn't that bright.  He
really didn't have much to talk to her about.  Things started to go
badly between them.  Jon resolved to end things with Tiffy, and to get
her out of his life.  Hell, he had shown her a good time!!  What more
could she expect.  Tiffy could sense that the end was near.  However,
she had gotten used to this lifestyle, and all that it meant.  She had
to do something.  Then she remembered the reclusive old lady that
lived in her old neighborhood.

     While Jon went to one off his board meetings, Tiffy went back to
her old neighborhood.  She knocked on the door of the old lady.  The
old lady looked out the window at Tiffy.  When she saw the young,
well-endowed girl she broke into a broad smile. Opening the door the
old lady said, "well I don't believe my eyes, but its little Tiffani
Jones. My, you haven't grown up much, but you have grown out."

     Tiffy replied in her high, sweet, little-girls voice, "yes.  I
got them for my boyfriend.  He likes really big boobs.  He's whom I
came to talk to you about."

     "Me??  Whatever for dear."

     "Well.........um......uh.........I've heard that you can do
things.  You know, have powers.  I need your help.!"

     "Come in dear, come in.......tell me your problem."

     Tiffy entered the house.  She and the old lady sat around for the
next hour having tea.  Tiffy told the old lady all about her problem,
and what she wanted.  The old lady smiled and told her that she had
just the right thing for her.   The old lady disappeared and then
reappeared, a short time later with a small vial.  It contained a
green, translucent liquid.  The old lady proceeded to tell Tiffy
exactly what the liquid was, and exactly what it could do.  After she
was done, Tiffy broke into a huge smile.  It was EXACTLY what she
wanted.  She nodded to the old lady, who then instructed Tiffy exactly
how to use the stuff.  During that instruction, a few questions came
up.  The old lady again disappeared, this time to reappear with a
small vial of blue liquid.  That would solve all of the loose ends,
and seal the deal.  She instructed Tiffy on how to use that stuff
also.  Tiffy and the old lady shook hands, and hugged as if sealing a
deal.  Satisfied, the old lady handed over the vials to Tiffy, who
carefully placed them into her purse.

     "This is going to work out just fine."  Thought Tiffy.  "True I
loose a few years, but I'll gain SO much more."  On the way home Tiffy
made a few stops to purchase things which would be useful later.

     That night when Jon got home he was greeted by Tiffy wearing
nothing but a silk robe.  The lights were down low, romantic music
playing.  It was a shame that he was going to throw Tiffy out of the
house tonight.  He thought he could get at least one more fuck out of
it before he did.

     "You look very nice tonight, Tiffy.  What's the occasion?"  He
said.

     "Nothing."  She purred.  "Do I have to have a reason to be
affectionate to my man?"  She stood on her tip-toes to kiss him on the
lips, as he bent down to meet her.

     "No not at all darling."

     "Would you like a drink to relax?"  Tiffy asked Jon.

     "That would be real nice Tiffy.  You don't mind?"

     "Absolutely not.  You go into the den and I'll mix you a drink."

     Jon happily did as he was told, in anticipation of a great night
of sex before he rid himself of the air head.  In the meantime, Tiffy
went to the bar, and mixed a martini just the way Jon liked it.  When
she was done, she pulled out the vile of green liquid.  Tiffy quickly
poured it into the drink, watching it dissolve to become colorless and
tasteless just as the old lady said it would.  Her hands shook in
anticipation.  This was it.  In a few moments, she would have
EVERYTHING she had always wanted.

     Tiffy joined Jon in the den, and handed him the drink.  "Here you
go sweetheart"

     Jon accepted the drink, taking a small sip.  "Its very good.
Just the way I like it.  Now why don't you just come over here so I
can get my hands on those big boobs of yours."

     Tiffy thought to herself, "soon, very soon, you bastard, you will
be able to get your hand on these boobs all you want."   However, she
said, "I will just as soon as you finish your drink!"

     "If I down this drink you'll come over here?"

     "Yes.  Now just drink it straight down."

     Jon emptied the glass down his throat.  Within seconds there was
an odd buzzing at the base of his skull.  In a few more seconds the
buzzing or tingling had spread to his entire body.  He barely noticed
when Tiffy slipped in to sit beside him.

     "What was in that drink Tiffy? I feel so strange.  Oh my God, you
poisoned me!!"

     Tiffy replied seductively.  "Not poison. Just something that will
make you think twice about making me leave this house.  Just look into
my eyes and it will all be over."

     Tiffy took his face in her hands, and turned it towards hers.
She looked deep into Jon's eyes as he looked into hers.  Jon sensed
the room was spinning around him.  Everything seemed strange, as if it
was somehow growing.  He felt blackness closing in all around him.
Finally, he could not hold onto consciousness any longer, releasing
himself to the void.

     When Jon slowly returned to consciousness sometime later, he was
assaulted by a flood of unfamiliar sensations.  He felt cold air
hitting his body, as if he had no clothes on.  There was an enormous
weight upon his chest pulling him forward.  He lifted his hands to
determine what was wrong with his chest, and felt two massive female
breasts.  Jon looked down to see that he was now clad in Tiffy's
opened silk robe, and that his small hands with long red fingernails
were grasping very large jiggling boobs.  He was confused.  He looked
around the room to see what had happened.  When he did, he received a
second shock.

     There sitting in a chair opposite him was his own body, watching
him intently with a big smile upon its face.

     "Wh- wha-what happened to me?" Jon questioned in a high soprano
voice that sounded familiar to him.  He was starting to guess what had
happened.

     The other body reponed.  "Why nothing happened to you Tiffy.  You
just fainted when I told you that I wanted you out of the house.  Our
relationship is over."

     "But I'm not Tiffy.  I'm me.  I mean you.  I don't know what I
mean."

     The new Jon came over and sat beside the new Tiffy, taking her
hand.  He tried to comfort her by saying, "I know.  I know.  It'll be
all right.  It's confusing now but it'll get easier."

     The new Tiffy looked up at her former body, with tears in her
eyes.  She was so small now, against her old shell.  "You're Tiffy?
Why did you do this to me?"

     "This was the life I wanted, you gave it to me, and then were
just going to throw me out just like some used tramp.  Well I'll have
that life as you instead of with you.  Now you are the used tramp."

     The new Jon grasped her huge melons in his hands, and continued,
"Even after I got these big boobs for you, you were going to throw me
out.  Well now they are yours.....permanently.   They may come in
handy, because, seeing as you are ME, the only things that you are
qualified as is a stripper, or hooker......something along those
lines.  Now you'll get to enjoy those things every minute of every
day!"

     "You-you can't do this."  She said weakly.

     "I can, and I have.  You are now and forever Tiffy.  While I
assume your life as Jon.  I think I'm going to like this."

     The new Tiffy responded coldly, "you may look like me, but you
can't be me."  She pointed to her new head and continued, "I still
have the brains up here, while you are just a stupid air head.  They
will figure out something is wrong.  When they do, I'll convince them
somehow, someway that I'm really Jon." "Look at yourself baby.  You
really think that anyone is going to believe that Jon Chambers in THAT
body.  Go look at yourself."

     That suggestion prompted her to get up for the first time in her
new body.  The way things moved as she moved was maddening.  The
enormous tits bobbed up and down as she walked.  The swish of long
hair as it brushed the back of the silk robe, and her neck.  The way
two soft hairless thighs slid against each other, with nothing in the
middle to hinder movement.  Even dangling earrings against her neck.

     She stood in front of the mirror, and saw Tiffy's reflection
staring back.  The long blonde hair that went all the way down to her
ass.  The perfect face with the perfect makeup.  The blonde triangle
of pubic hair that pointed a way to a pussy.  And of course, the
breasts, those massive breasts that he had forced her to get.  The
mirror didn't lie.  At least in body, she was now Tiffani Jones.

     "There's an interesting side affect of  the potion I spiked your
drink with."

     "What?"  The new Tiffy answered.

     "Well it seems that intelligence, and wits are a function of
brain chemistry, neurotransmitters, and thing like that.  When I got
your body, I got your brain.  You see we didn't switch minds, but we
did switch souls.  I have your intelligence, and your capacity to
learn.  True, I don't have your knowledge, but with my new smarts,
I'll be able to pick things up fairly quickly.  In no time people will
never no the difference between the old Jon, and the new Jon.  I'm
afraid you got the bad end of the deal.  You got stuck with my old
brain.  It just doesn't work as good as your old body's.  Now as I
understand it when we switched you kept all of your old knowledge and
memories.  However, because your brain capacity is so limited, it will
become harder and harder for you to remember things and access that
knowledge.  In truth you have become an air head......an air headed
bimbo."

     The brand new girl dropped to her knees, feeling the silken robes
flow around her, and the breasts bounce against her chest.  "Oh God,
please no.  I'm sorry Tiffy.  Just turn me back, and you can stay as
long as you like.  Whatever you want."  She was now fully crying, just
as any emotionally upset woman would.

     The new man got up and walked over to where the girl knelt.  He
was really enjoying this.  He could tell because he felt the erection
of his new male organ only seconds before.  He was taking every bit of
shame and humiliation ever done to him when he was in that body and
revisiting it upon the former resident of his new body ten-fold.  He
had been the worst example of everything male.  Now he had the power,
and was literally drunk with it.  When he reached the little sobbing
girl that he used to get, he caressed the long hair that he used to
possess.

     "I want it all, and I have it.  No.  There is no going back.  I
like being Jon Chambers, so you'll just have to get used to being
Tiffy Jones.  However, I'm not without a heart.  After all you amassed
all of this wealth, so you should continue to share in its benefits in
one way or another.  I'll let you stay in the house under one
condition."

     "Wh-what?" she sobbed hesitantly.

     "That you work for me!"

     "As-as what?"

     "I'm very glad you asked that question."  He disappeared into a
closet, to emerge with some type of uniform in plastic wrapping.  He
threw it down to her, and she saw that it was a French maid's outfit,
complete with a short skirt, garters, and fishnet stockings.

     The new Tiffy looked at the uniform in shock.  "You can't be
serious!"

     The new Jon responded, matter-of-fatly.  "Oh....I'm perfectly
serious.  Either you accept your new position as the French maid, or
you can take your chances out on the street.  With those tits, and
your sex drive I'm sure you can be turning tricks in no time."

     He was right.  She had absolutely no choice but to accept this
new reality as the busby French maid of what used to be his....her
house.  Wordlessly, she started to unwrap the uniform and put it on.
Within ten minutes she looked at her reflection in the mirror wearing
the extremely tight, and short maid's outfit.  Her boobs stuck out
like a shelf.  With his help, her hair was put up into a tight bun,
with sexy tendrils down the sides of her ears.  She even had to wear a
lacy white maid's cap.  The feather duster just completed the image.
However, it would take awhile to learn how to walk in the 6" spiked
heels.  She was literally the image right out of an overactive
imagination's wet dream!

     The new man glanced over to his brand new French maid.  Only one
thing was left.  He said, "come here Tiffy!"

     She looked over at him, she would have to get used to her new
name.  "Yes?"

     "Yes...what?"  Questioned the man sternly.

     "Yes.......sir???"  She asked, tears again welling up in her
eyes.

     "From now on you are to call me Master.  Is that clear!"

     "Yes...Master." she said weakly.  Would this humiliation ever
cease?  Did she ever do anything when she was a man that deserved
this?

     Nevertheless, she wobbled on the high heels over to her new
master.

     "On your knees, Tiffy." She did as he requested.  He then
proceeded to take out his new engorged manhood.  It was there in front
of the new Tiffy's face.  She looked in horror at her former cock.
The new man moved his hand up and down the shaft to keep the erection
going.  "Give me a blow job!!"  He demanded.

     "N--n-no.  I can't"

     "Your a woman now.  So be a woman, a real woman. Or else you can
get out."

     Again she had no choice.  She reached up and replaced his hand
with hers.  She slowly moved her small hand up and down her former
shaft, feeling its hardness.

     The new Jon said, "Here I'll make it easier for you."  With that
said he took out the small vial filled with the blue liquid, and
poured it all over his cock.  He felt its syrupy consistency flow over
his tool.

     "Go ahead.  Take it in your mouth."

     She stalled as long as she could, but, finally, she took the
length of the penis in her mouth.  She tasted the salt of the skin,
mixed with blue liquid.  As she bobbed her head up and down on the
rock hard cock, the blue liquid slid down her throat.  Now the
nymphomaniac portion of her new body started to assert itself.  She
felt a moisture beginning to grow in her crotchless panties, and the
nipples on her boobs begin to enlarge.  A buzzing and tingling started
in her head.

     She looked up into the eyes of the new man, and suddenly felt an
all consuming passion for him.   It wasn't a love for the person he
used to be, but the MAN he was now.  She loved him, wanted to please
him in anyway she could.  A smile, a happy smile grew on her face.

     The new Jon, looked down at the big chested woman, and saw that
he love potion finally had taken hold.  That potion, coupled with the
insatiable nature of that body, would insure that she would never tell
a soul what had happened on this day.  Now and forever, HE was Jon,
and SHE was Tiffy.  He noticed Tiffy had taken to the oral sex, like a
fish to water.  She was blowing him with an increasing willingness and
passion.  She was enjoying herself.  He could hardly wait to fuck her
between those big old boobs, cum on her face.

     Tiffy felt her master grow even harder in her mouth.  She knew he
was close.  All she wanted now was his cum in her mouth to make him
happy.  She loved him so much!  Suddenly he spasmed and warm liquid
gushed down her throat.  It tasted soooo good.  She continued to try
and suck him even after he went limp.  She wanted more, much more.

     It was Jon who finally pried her head from his crotch.  "I've
created a monster."  He thought.  "Tiffy, get up."

     She popped up.  "What's wrong Master, did I not please you?"
     
     "Yes, very much Tiffy.  But you have some cleaning to do, I
believe.  We can have more fun later."

     "Awwww" she whined.

     "Go, before I turn you over my knee and spank you."  He said as
he swatted her cute behind.

     "That could be FUN!!"  She responded.

     "LATER."  

     Tiffy walked away with her feather duster, and began to clean.
She hummed to herself, with an empty headed smile to her face.  Her
movements were graceful, and very feminine.

     Jon took out his checkbook to write his very first check under
his new identity.  He made out the check for one million dollars to
the old woman.  He could afford it now, because, thanks to her, he had
just had a complete reversal of fortune.  He looked over at Tiffy.  Of
course, so did she!!!!!!

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