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Rachel's Curse
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Chapter Five


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, so as not to alert them of any change.
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're 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've 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 others 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'd 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 made the suggestion 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. And
how could I do Rachel's job with the same conviction.

During this week I employed a private detective to try and find
out about the old Rachel. It wasn't that I didn't believe her,
but perhaps that witch that cursed her is still alive and I can
find her. If that's 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.
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 lunchbreak. I had sneaked her
inside. I didn't 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 have hell 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 wasn't 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 wonder why the
hell I'm 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 wasn't 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.

Pretty soon, I didn't 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 isn't 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 didn't
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.

But 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 fairly 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 me which didn't 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. Once 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 wasn't 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. There was one thing that
all this body swapping did for us. It must us understand one
another in ways that simply can't 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 wondering 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 family had just been told by the doctors
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 about and 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's 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's 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 seemed to fly by. I had never been so happy and content
in my entire life. But as they say, all good things must come to
an end.

I suppose I should have known there was trouble waiting just
around the corner....



Continued in part six...



Phillip Stevens
zippy@forfree.at
phil_stevens_2@hotmail.com



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