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Please put this and the four further parts on assm.

cut here
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Okay, here's my second offering to the newsgroup after Dream Girl. 
Here are the first five parts of the story. The total length will 
be about 10 parts (give or take one).

I'm not sure if I will post the remaining parts one at a time or
altogether... we'll see... it will take about a month to complete
the rest.


Usual disclaimers apply. Don't read this if you shouldn't


Enjoy


Phillip Stevens

zippy@forfree.at  (preferred, but AOL customers may have a problem).
phil_stevens_2@hotmail.com (permanant address)


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Rachel's Curse
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Chapter One

Although it's now much later, I have decided to write this story
to 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, but it she did give me her phone 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. Five foot four, fiery red
hair and a great figure. But 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 didn't stop me from playing the field.
Usually if I couldn't get into a girls panties within a few weeks
I would blow it all off. But 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. 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 didn't 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 couldn't 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" she said. "Feel them through it" as she guided my hands
to 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.

"Okay wait" she said as she reached over to her purse and pulled
out a small condom in it's 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. She pulled
down her panties. 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's 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 too 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 it's feet to get away. Then again, if I had
been wearing her heels I probably wouldn't have been able to even
stand up in the first place.

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

We've 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 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 didn't 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 turned me around, so I
was no longer facing the door and she released me. "Sit down and
I'll explain everything." she said.

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, 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 don't know is that I've
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-permanant" 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 grabbed my new tits. 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. But 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'll never 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 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 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 once 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 didn't 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'd 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'm 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.


Continued in part two.....


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


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