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Here`s part six of Rachel`s Curse. I`m posting three
in one go here, with the remaining three within a week.

Phillip Stevens
phil_stevens@bigfoot.com

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

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

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

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

"I thought you didn't like lasagne" Rachel said. Lasange was the
dish she had ordered.

"I don't" I replied.

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

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

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

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

As we were eating our meals Rachel started a conversation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"To make a quick call" she replied.

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

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

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

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

"Rachel, will you marry me" she said.

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

"Will you" she pleaded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Heads..." I called out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I don't know" she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We both stopped instantly. We still hadn't changed. I was still
female.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But now, if we couldn't find a way to switch back, I could be
stuck like this... for the rest of my life... 



Continued in part Seven...


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









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