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In preparation for the remaining parts which will be
posted shortly, here`s a repost of parts one to five 
of my story Rachel`s Curse.


Rachel's Curse
by Phil Stevens
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Chapter One
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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.

"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.


Chapter Two
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I woke up reasonably early the next morning. Sleeping had been
okay but once I had woken, 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 didn't
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
didn't 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.

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 didn't really want to
wear it, but I could see that I needed it. My boobs just kept
swinging around. 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.

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. But 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 reverse side. I looked in her bedside
mirror and all I could see was Rachel staring back. I felt so
silly wearing these clothes.  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"

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 she didn't want me to blow up in her face so she held
back.

Although I did still feel 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 didn't 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. "Well
I can't tell you my history yet, or how I got it, but I'll 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 myself 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 laid 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 couldn't 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 were 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 occured 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
don't have to respond to it, but you have to feel it. Say, last 
night 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 wasn't acting like a woman.

Rachel smiled "Don't worry, you won't start acting like me if
thats what you're 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 it's part of the curse. Whenever I'm 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" 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 wasn't 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 didn't 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 fairly easy. I also
had to get used to the mounds of flesh on my chest. Rachel's tits
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
realised 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. 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 couldn't 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 and 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'll 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 finger or using
vibrators" she said.

"And what if none of it works. What if I simply can't come" 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, there are three
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
from the moment I first saw you that 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 sort of 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 a her. I can't describe how weird it was to look
over at her and see both myself and Rachel. 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, fully
intact. I can see she's hurting really bad 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 and 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
thats 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 chauvanistic 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."

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'm honest, I
would say I was a little afraid of her, especially since I'm 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." 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 at 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 wasn't so
angry at 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. Once 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 the 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 wasn't easy. I had to struggle getting the bra
off. Then I did as Rachel asked, I laid on the bed and
basically played with myself. Rachel told me to forget about her
and just concentrate on myself. She also told me to take my time.
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 didn't
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. Finger yourself. And don't be embarrassed about enjoying
it." Rachel interrupted.

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.

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 don't 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. 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 involutarily 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 couldn't 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 revelling 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 wasn't 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 once 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 embarassed.

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 out loud as her
whole body started shuddering and she squirted her juices. Her
arms thrashed about eventually clutching the bedsheets. 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 an 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" 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 got what I wanted, my old body back. But 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.


Chapter Three
-------------

We didn't 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 fantisized 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 can't 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 doesn't 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've 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."

"Well it's technically possible. There are things we can try,
like I've got 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 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 hadn't changed all that much, but they
had just been put in perspective a bit better.

Eventually I made the suggestion 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 once again. In the back
of my mind I knew that it a few minutes, it would be my pussy.
We didn't 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 the 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.

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

"If you wan't 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 wasn't 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 wasn't 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 once 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 fairly 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 once 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 again and again 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's 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 hot-shot executive is
that you must always appear to be absolutely sure, even if you
don't 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've got 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 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, once again
with the authority 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 enquiring 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
couldn't get away until Tuesday at the earliest.

But 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. She didn't
want to push me too fast into feminine clothes, but I did try a
little makeup and experiment some of 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'd 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 wouldn't 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 once
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 also 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.


Chapter Four
------------

Well, 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 hadn't been resolved. In fact
they were squaring up for another round. In the Blue corner was
the male chauvanistic 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 didn't mean a
lot. Round two had been pretty tied when I got my body back, but
round three had definitely gone to the 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, doesn't 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 this just turns out as a sexual relationship, it will be
a hell of a good one. But it's more than just the sex. I like
Rachel as a person as well. I think I'm really falling for her.
But it's not gonna be easy. This is 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.

But 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 the hell was
I going to manage.

It wouldn't be so bad if Rachel wasn't so damn feminine. But part
of her curse is that she always wears womens clothes when female
and never wears pants. That means that when I'm her, 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 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 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 shower head 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 a 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 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 couldn't 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 apprenhensive 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 wasn't
as easy as I thought. My feet were sore and I needed a soothing
foot bath because I had worn her high heels for the 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 wasn't 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 don't 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 quickly wear off. This was only a quick 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.

But 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 couldn't 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. Even though I knew I would never
hurt her, I enjoyed the feeling of power over her.

Now looking back, I still can't 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
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 isn't
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.
But 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 so it continued. 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 got
sidetracked. "Oh yeah, to begin with I just loved body swapping.
I couldn't 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. But there was
still one unanswered question. "So how did you come by this body.
Rachel's family seem 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
out loud. "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
wanted a child and I got Rachel pregnant, we wouldn't 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 hadn't used any form of
protection this past week.

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'd 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. But 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.


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


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I`ll post the remaining parts shortly. That`s when the action 
begins to hot up.


Phillip Stevens
phil_stevens@bigfoot.com








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