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Here`s part seven of Rachel`s Curse

Phillip Stevens
phil_stevens@bigfoot.com

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Rachel`s Curse
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Chapter Seven
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It was now three weeks after our wedding, a week after we returned
from our honeymoon. I took another two pregnancy tests during the
week. Both turned up negative. By now I was almost wishing to be
pregnant.

Rachel had to go back to work during the week and I had to stay at
home and look after our house. That really hurt me because I knew
that this could be a permanant arrangement. I loved my job and I
knew there was every possibility that I might never work there
again.

We had a few theories about why we were not switching. It appears
that simultaneous orgasms seem to overload the curse and stop it
working for a week. But maybe this time it overloaded the curse
for longer. After all, it was our wedding night that it happened.
Maybe this time the curse was overloaded for a month.

I know it wasn't a very solid theory, but it was the best we
could come up with because the only viable alternative is that the
curse was designed to expire when Rachel got married and since
she got married as a man... that's how she has to live the rest
of her life.

The only other possible theory is that I am somehow pregnant,
despite the negative tests but that's looking less and less
likely as the days go by and we are starting to dismiss it.

People say married life is different. Well, it can't get much more
different than this can it.

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

Rachel told me she had a plan to narrow down these theories. But
she didn't tell me the details and she made a few phone calls.
The next day when she returned home from work, I looked outside
and I was surprised to see a woman in the passenger seat. I had
never seen her before. She looked in her thirties with short
dark hair. They walked to the door as I walked to the hallway
and Rachel opened the door with her key.

"Hi Paul" I said, calling her Paul in public "Everything okay"

"It's okay Paul" Rachel said. I was surprised she called me Paul
in front of this woman. "This is Janet. She knows."

Janet held out her hand and smiled. I was a little shocked, but
I held out my hand and we shook.

"Rachel's been telling me all out you Paul" Janet said.

I looked at Rachel with a very puzzled looked on my face. She must
have know just what I was thinking because she explained straight
away.

"Janet's an old aquantance of mine. We made, lets call it a
transaction some years ago." Rachel said.

I knew what she meant by that. Rachel had obviously swapped bodies
with Janet some time ago. Since Rachel described it as a
'transaction', I also assumed Janet used to be a man.

"What's going on." I asked wondering what Janet was doing here
regardless of what she used to be.

"I want to try something. I want to find out if the curse has
stopped working completely, or if it's just stopped working with
you. So I want to..." Rachel tried to finish, but was finding it
difficult to spit out the words.

"You want to have sex with Janet and see if you swap." I finished
for her.

"Yes." she nodded. "It'll just be sex, I promise. And if we do
switch, we'll switch straight back at the earliest opportunity.
Janet doesn't want to be a man again for any longer than
necesary."

I nodded my agreement. I wasn't to keen on the idea of Rachel
swapping with another woman. It wasn't only because of the sex,
but also I felt I was becomming one more step removed from my
proper body. But at the same time I felt that we had to find out
what was happening and this seemed to be the only real way to do
it.

"When are you going to..." I said.

"Well, we were thinking of now. The quicker we switch, the quicker
we can switch back."

Once again I nodded my acceptance. Without saying much more
Rachel and Janet left for the bedroom. I went straight into the
living room and turned up the TV loud. The thought of my lover
having sex with someone else was difficult to handle, even though
I knew it was for the best.

It all seemed to take forever. The digital clock display on the
VCR seemed to take hours just to go through one minute. After 
about ten minutes Janet walked into the living room. I silenced 
the TV and looked straight at Janet. I looked into her eyes and 
I saw Rachel there. She was now in Janet's body.

"So it worked then" I softly said.

Rachel nodded. "Yeah. Just like normal."

"So why the hell doesn't it work with me." I said beginning to get
emotional.

Rachel sat down to comfort me. She put her arms around my
shoulders. This was strange. We were now two women together. We
had been swapping every few days for the past year, but for the
first time we were now of the same gender at the same time.

"Don't worry, we'll work it out." Rachel said.

"But if you can swap, then that means the curse is still working.
So why don't we switch" I stared ahead. "I must be pregnant. I
must be."

We didn't do much for the rest of the day. That night Rachel slept
with me and Janet slept in the spare bed. It felt strange to be
going to bed with another woman, what with me being a woman at
the time. I did feel a mild interest for some lesbian sex with
Rachel. It was the first since I was stuck like this that I
actually desired some sex. Unfortunally Rachel had no desire for
sex, at least not with me.

Her curse assured that she could never be gay or lesbian. She
would always desire the opposite sex. Now, in the past year I had
always been the opposite sex to her. This was time in our
relationship that Rachel had no sexual desire for me. I think she
was just as hurt about that too. Eventually we hugged each other
and we both cried ourselves to sleep.

The next day was much the same. Rachel switched back with Janet
as soon as she could. I think we all had thoughts in the back
of our minds that Rachel might not be able to switch back and
she would be stuck as Janet, but fortunately they swapped
straight back as soon as they had sex.

Rachel kissed Janet goodbye before joining me in the living
room. Since the curse was still working, I simply had to be
pregnant. I would have to make an appointment with our 
doctor to make sure.

Well an hour later I found out I was definately not pregnant. It
was early evening when my period hit a day early. Rachel joined
me in the bedroom later. To make matters worse, this was a
particularly tough period. The cramps were bad.

"I'm gonna be stuck like this aren't I" I said. I was starting
to get depressed over all this. It was just too much. In the
past year, we had even been able to share Rachel's periods. In
so many ways, being able to share in my girlfriends period pain
brought us even closer together. But this time I was going to
have to face this one all alone.

"Is that so bad." she said.

"Yes it fucking is" I snapping back at her. Huh, I was even
getting bitchy already. "Sorry" I said realizing this wasn't
her fault.

"We've still got each other." she said holding my hand. "Paul,
I don't want this any more than you. I want to keep swapping
with you, but... I just don't how to anymore. I'm at a loss."

"I know. I know." I said. "But you'd better start calling
me Rachel now in private". I said that line in a partial 
joking manner, but it had a very serious side to it. We had 
exhausted all the possibilities. It now looked like I was 
Rachel for life.

Since my period was in full flow, I was in no mood for sex so
we just went to sleep in each other's arms.

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

I was miserable for the next month or so. I just knew that I was
going to be stuck like this. I suppose I could compare it to
having a limb lost in an accident. I knew I could survive it,
but I couldn't help but feel depressed at the sense of loss.

And there was a sense of loss. I had not only lost the ability
to make love to my wife as a man, but also my whole male life had
been lost. The life that I had worked so hard at getting.

But I can't complain too much. I knew what I was getting into. I
knew deep down that this was always a possibility. What if Rachel
had run off in my body, or if she had an accident in my body. But
I think what made it worse was that this was so avoidable. Why
did I have to get married as a damn woman. Somehow, if I had been
stuck as a man, it wouldn't be quite as bad.

Sex between us did start to recover, mostly because I now knew
there was virtually no chance of getting back. It was tough to
begin with. I knew that I would never drive my cock into a pussy
again, only have a cock driven into my pussy. I would never have
my cock sucked again, only suck cock.

But after all that I did love Rachel. I knew I could get through
this, but at the

We also wondered if I could now get pregnant. After all the curse
is still working, but for some reason Rachel can't swap with me.
Perhaps that same part which stops me from swapping with Rachel
will allow me to get pregnant by Rachel. For some bizarre reason
the thought of being a pregnant woman is not as bad as it was a
few months ago, maybe because I had been wishing to be pregnant
for those two weeks since we found I was stuck like this.

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

One day the doorbell rang. I wondered who it could be. Perhaps
some salesman or something. I walked to the door and opened it.
I almost fell over when I saw Rachel's mother standing there.

"Hello Rachel" she said as she walked in.

"Oh, hi Mom" I said outwardly. "Oh, fuck" was what I said inside.

Over the past year I had been able to roughtly emulate Rachel's
life when I was her. But friends and family were always a tricky
thing. Rachel seemed to be able to blend into my life so easily
and my friends and family hardly noticed a difference, even
when Rachel was alone with my mother.

But I was finding it tougher. So we did our best to avoid the
situation and that was a lot easier than you might think. Every
time I found myself alone with one of Rachel's friends or
family and the conversation was getting a little hard for me to
handle, I would just make an excuse to keep it short. Rachel
would then make up for it at a later date. This worked for the
past year.

But now I was Rachel permanantly. This was something I was just
going to have to face.

"I'm just dropping in to see my favorite daughter" she said.
Rachel was her only daughter. "You haven't been round to visit
for a while."

"Oh... err... well we've been busy. Let me make us a coffee" I
said.

As I went to the kitchen to make the coffee, I wondered what I
should do. She didn't look like she was simply dropping in to
see her daughter. She wanted a heart to heart conversation with
me. I thought about inventing an excuse, but I couldn't keep
doing that. I was going to have to do this sooner or later and
the later I left it, the worse it would get.

When the kettle boiled, I decided to go all out and find out what
was botherin her. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as I thought. I
returned with the coffees on a tray remembering to do it just as
Rachel had told me. As I sat down I was hoping she would just make
some idle chatter and then leave.

"Rachel, is there something wrong" was her first line which blew
away any hope of a simple talk.

"Wrong with what." I said pretending to be ignorant of the
situation.

"With you. It's just that ever since you got married you've
been... different. Are you okay." she said. Damn this was just
what we were afraid of. Now that I was Rachel full time, my
behaviour was starting to show. Of course, me being so miserable
and depressed didn't help either.

"No Mom, I'm fine." I replied. She just looked at me for a minute.

"No. You're not." she said. "What is it. Are you pregnant" she
asked.

"Huh, I wish I was" I quickly remarked without thinking.

"What" she said quickly glancing over at me with a worried look.
I knew straight away that what I had just said was completely the
wrong thing to say. I could tell from the tone of my own voice, 
I was practically crying out for help. I struggled to give her an
explaination and boy did I have to think quick.

"I... err... I'm having my... err... period and it's a pretty
rough one. Everytime I have a rough one, I... err... sort of wish
I'm pregnant... so I don't have to go through the... err.. period."

"Oh." she said looking at me, not quite believing what I said, but
at the same time accepting it. My heart returned to it's normal
beating. Damn that was a close one. I'm going to have to watch
what I saw and really keep my mouth shut.

"Look Rachel. I'll always be here for you and I'll always love
you. But I can't help you if you won't tell me what the problem
is. Whatever it is, you can tell me."

"No. I can't" I said. Once again that wasn't the best thing to
say.

"So there is something wrong. Rachel, please tell me what it is"
she pleaded with me.

I was digging a deeper and deeper hole for myself and I just knew
it. It was becomming blantantly obvious to her that something was
wrong and that I needed help. How could I tell her that this was
something she just couldn't help me with. I decided on the direct
approach.

"Mom" I said taking her hand in mine "I'm fine. You don't need to
worry about me. I know you love me and I love you too, but this is
something I need to work out myself. It's nothing serious. In fact
it's all a bit silly, but there's nothing wrong."

As I said those words, I thought to myself that it was silly. It
was so silly for me to get myself depressed over this. I would
have thought about it some more, but Rachel's mother spoke again.

"Is it Paul. Is he the problem" she asked.

"No Mom."

"Are you sure. Look me in the eyes an tell me that. He hasn't hurt
you in any way, has he."

That hurt me. The mere suggestion that I could ever harm Rachel
really dug deep into me. I looked Rachel's mother in the eyes
just as she asked.

"Mom. He's never laid a single finger on me or even come close to
it. He treats me with respect. I couldn't wish for anyone better
than him. I don't know what I'd do without him. He's a complete
angel" I said. Okay I know that was a bit over the top, but I
wasn't about to have my proper self blamed for all this, however
depressed I was.

She thought for a minute and then nodded slowly, which I took
as an acceptance of what I had told her. She giggled slightly.

"What" I said.

"Nothing"

"What." I demanded softly.

"Oh, it's just Paul. I've got a confession. I know I encouraged
you to go out with him to start with, but a few months later I
found out a few things about him. I happened to meet someone
that works for him and they told me he was a right bastard."

You don't know how hard I had to fight the urge to get the name
of that person out of Rachel's mother. This wasn't the first time
this had happened and I knew it wouldn't be the last. It amazing
how many things you find out about yourself when you're someone
else. But the thing was... I was a right bastard back then. I now
realized that now. It's been Rachel that has "shown me the light."

Rachel's mother continued "But over the months, he seemed so nice,
so good to you. I could tell you've never been happier in your
life, so I didn't say anything to you. But ever since you've been
so depressed after your marriage, I... err... wondered if he's
been treating you badly now that you're married."

"Well, he hasn't" I said. "Not in the slightest."

"You really love him don't you. I mean you REALLY love him."

"Yeah" I said.

"And you're sure it's nothing I can help you with."

"Mom. I'l be fine. Just trust me okay."

She smiled and nodded. We chatted about more mundane things for
a little while before she left. As I closed the door behind her
I almost collapsed in relief. But the hard facts were that this
was only the first of probably many times. In effect she was my
mother now.

I returned to sit down on the couch and think about what she had
said.

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

What Rachel's mother said made a lot of sense. I thought about it
for days. I knew I loved Rachel more than anything. Okay, I had
not planned on spending the rest of my life in her body, but
right now it doesn't look like I have much choice in the matter,
so I'm just going to have to make the best of things. If I can't
be her husband, I'm going to have to be her wife.

Over the next few months, things began to improve. I still didn't
like it and I would have switched back in a heartbeat if I could.
But I was beginning to accept the fact that I was probably stuck
in this body for the rest of my life.

I think that perhaps given time, I could truly accept this body
as my own. Maybe, just maybe I could be happy living as Rachel
for the rest of my life. But it was going to take time.

But it all fell apart one fateful day. That day was one of the
most vivid of my life. It started just like any ordinary day.
Rachel went to work. Every time I kissed her goodbye for work,
it reminded me of what I had lost. But I had a fairly busy day
ahead of me today to take my mind off things. To start with I
had an early appointment at the hair salon.

But as I was leaving the house I noticed some mail on the side
table. Rachel must have put it there, but forgot to open it. One
letter in particular caught my attention. It was just addressed
"Rachel & Paul" with no address, stamp or anything else. I was
about to open it, but I looked at the clock and realized I was
late. So I put it in my purse to read later and left the house.

After I had been to the salon, my next job of the day was getting
the shopping done. That was exclusively my job now that I was the
housewife. When I was loading up the car when I saw a man propped
up against the car next to me. He appeared to be a little
breathless and he was having a hard time catching his breath. I
walked over to him.

"Are you alright." I asked him. He looked a little ill.

"Yes... Ma'am... Thank you... for asking." he splutted out.

"Are you sure. Do you want me to get some help" I asked him.

"No, I'll be fine." he paused "Heart problem" he said as he tapped
his chest.

He seemed young to have a heart problem. He looked to be in his
mid thirties and he was a big guy. I thought about calling for
some help for him, but he slowly turned and began fishing out
his keys from his pocket.

I returned and finished loading the shopping into the car and
closed the door. I was then about to open the drivers door when
I glanced over to the man and I saw him collapse on the floor
just as he had opened his door. I ran round to his side and I
saw him knelling down on the floor clutching his chest.

I rushed over to him to try and help him. The next part happened
so fast I barely remember it. In one instant I found one of his
hands had gripped my neck and the other one was over my mouth.
He practically threw me in the car like a rag doll. I felt his
hand leave my mouth. I tried to call out for help, but he had
gripped my throat so tight I could barely breath let alone call
out.

I reached to try and pull his hand from my throat, but his arms
were like tree trunks in comparision to mine. He was just too
strong for me. I thought he was going to strangle me, when I saw
the flash of a knife blade.

He released my throat so I could breath, but in it's place I
felt a cold surface. Somehow I knew that knife was at my throat.

"If you make one sound bitch, I'll cut your damn throat." he said
with a coldness that simply chilled me to the bone.

I didn't move. I was frozen. It was as if all my muslces had just
freezed in place. I couldn't even move my eyes. They looked
straight into his and I still can't believe the emptiness that I
saw there.

He held the knife there, then put something over my head. It was
some sort of hood, but I could still feel the knife at my throat.
He tightened it around my neck so I couldn't see a thing, then he
then turned me over and I felt something bind my hands together
behind my back.

I felt one of his big hands on my bare legs. I instincively
wanted to scream at the top of my voice, but my body was still
frozen. Even if I had wanted to move, I don't think I could have.

He slowly moved his hand up slightly, so it was just inside
my skirt. I clentched my fist and braced myself. I knew there
wasn't a damn thing I could do. I was completely helpless.

"You're all the same you bitches." he said in a soft chilling
voice. "You walk around showing it all off. You need to be taught
a lesson. Well I'm today's teacher."

I think he then pushed me into the the back seat and forced me to
lie down on the floor on the car.

"Don't get up and don't make a sound" he said to me in that same
forceful voice. I felt something light fall on top of me. I think
it was a blanket or something like that.

I then heard the car door slam. There were a few more noises like
keys jangling together before I heard him start up the engine.

I felt the car move. At first we reversed, then we moved forward.
God I was so scared, more scared than you could possibly imagine.
I remembered that he told me not to make a sound, but I just
wanted to cry. I had to fight very hard to stop myself from
crying out loud and instead just felt the tears rolling down my
checks in silence.

One thing I clearly remember. As the car picked up speed, this guy
actually started singing as if he was out on a country stroll. He
was singing American Pie and taping his hand to the beat. He
seemed to put emphasis everytime he sang the line "this'll be the
day that I die".

Every time I heard that line, I wondered if today was going to be
my day...


Continued in part Eight...


Phillip Stevens
phil_stevens@bigfoot.com






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