INTRODUCTION
Evening, Tuesday 30th May
Bill was the first to admit that he was getting on a bit. That was why last year he had retired at the age of 51, leaving his younger partner to run the business. This left him more time to spend with his wife, Joanne, and practice his golf swing. His wife was younger than he and at 46 years old still looked good. She had never had to work for a living having come from "old money" and it showed in her having a trim athletic figure from daily visits to the health club and long brown hair, still free of grey. The main indicator of her age was the slowly spreading crows feet around her eyes.
For some reason, they had never had children, so her body was free of stretch marks and she had time to spend on maintaining her appearance and indulging her interests. She had always had a keen interest in the occult and her family which was one of the oldest in New England had a history of witchcraft, so it was only natural that she ended up joining a coven. As she watched Bill load his Golf bag into the back of the car and set off for the floodlit driving range, she remembered that there was a meeting tonight. Normally the activities of the coven differed very little from a women's institute, with coffee mornings and charity fund-raising drives. But tonight was different. Tonight was Walpurgis Night, and a special ceremony was planned. Some of the members had been having trouble with their husbands straying from marital vows, and tonight they were going to cast a spell to ensure their fidelity. Although as a member of the coven she had to take part, she wasn't planning to hex her husband. It wasn't as if he had much opportunity to stray, with his balding head and expanding waistline. She would have to see if a spell could be cast next time that helped him to lose weight and regain his hair. Still he had been spending a lot of time at the golf club recently. And in the nature of these things, if he didn't stray, then no harm would be done. She decided that it was about time to get ready.
Bill had always thought his younger partner Steve's wife as a hot little number. Little did he realise back then just how hot. She was a very attractive 23 year old Blond with a curvy figure and legs that went there and back via the scenic route. When Steve had met her three years ago, she was a model, brought in by an agency to do a calendar for a client. She always dressed to show off her body to best advantage, high heels, short, tight skirts, and low cut tops. Unfortunately she wasn't very bright, almost a stereotypical dumb blonde. But then as Steve always said, he married her for her looks, not her brains. Many was the night when he had entertained fantasies of her hot body beneath him as he made love to his wife.
A few weeks ago, he had gone round to Steve's house to discuss some business and sign a few papers. She was there fetching drinks and snacks and generally making herself useful as well as decorative. Bill had had to hide the small bulge of his semi-erect prick as she exposed an indecent amount of cleavage, bending over to offer him another pretzel. When Steve had popped out to take a whiz she had come over to him saying that she had noticed his discomfort and confessed that she had always thought him attractive too. She ended up giving him a deep kiss which broke up just before her husband got back. His face would have been covered with scarlet lipstick, if she hadn't been wearing that new stuff that didn't come off.
Since then, he had visited Steve's house four times to see her when Steve was out playing cards with his buddies. The first time he went there they had made love. Afterwards, he had asked her why him. If she wanted an affair, she certainly could have her pick of guys. She had replied that there were a number of reasons which made him just perfect. Recently her sex life with Steve hadn't been all that it had, so she was looking for more "action." Bill was married too, and happily so, so there was security in the fact that she could call it off any time, and he wouldn't be likely to come back. There's very little risk of disease, and she had to confess that the fact that it was Steve's partner added to the spice of it. She certainly seemed to like her sex with a little spice, since each time since then they had tried some new kink. Once she had even got him to wear her underwear while they did it.
Evening Thursday 2nd May:
Tonight when she greeted him at the door, Chrissy was wearing her dressing gown. Once the door was closed, she let it fall to the ground revealing that she was not naked underneath, though it would have been less arousing if she had been. Around her neck was a studded black leather collar, her breasts supported, though certainly not concealed by an arrangement of black leather straps hanging from it. A pair of matching leather cuffs were round each wrist, with a clip hanging from each. She wore a leather garter belt holding up fishnet stockings, and the outfit was finished off by a pair of strappy black leather sandals with five inch spike heels held in place by inch thick ankle straps, secured by a small padlock.
She stood there silently for five seconds to let him take in her appearance then reached forward to undo his pants and take out his rapidly hardening cock. She smiled as she bent down and playfully licked it before taking it all in her mouth to make sure that it was fully erect. She then turned and began to lead him by his cock up the stairs to the bedroom, her long blond hair spilling down her back in a pony tail.
SWITCH 1
When they got to the bedroom, she laid down on her back on the bed, and had him secure the clips on her wrist cuffs to chains firmly secured to the bed posts. Chains from the posts at the bottom of the bed had clips on the end to attach to the padlocks on her shoes, so that she was firmly secured, spread-eagled on her back. She told him how being tied like this for Steve used to get them both really hot, begging him to blindfold her. He then spent the next hour playing with her body, using a variety of "toys" left out on the dresser for his use. After tit fucking her, and then letting her suck him whilst he licked her pussy, he finally felt that both their climaxes were coming. Boy was this girl talented with her mouth!
He got up a little weak kneed and reached for a ball gag on the bedside table. Then he strapped it into place in Chrissie's mouth, to stifle her rapidly mounting cries of ecstasy as he played with her clitoris. Her beautiful mouth was still perfectly framed in crimson lipstick, thanks to modern advances in makeup.
Taking up his position between her beautiful legs he guided his manhood into her womanhood, and began to pound away as fast as he could between her legs to the sound of her moans around the gag. Before long, he came, but as he ejaculated, the intensity was far greater than he had ever felt before. It seemed as if every neuron in his excited body was firing at once, and as he felt himself begin to pass out, he mumbled "O god, A heart attack?"
CHRISSIE:
Consciousness returned to Bill. He couldn't see, and a riot of unfamiliar sensations were assailing his overloaded brain. After a few moments he managed to concentrate on one thing at a time.
Smell....The smell of leather, combined with the sweet smell of fresh
sweat, musky sex, and a woman's perfume. Chrissie's perfume? It smelled
like just before he passed out, but all much stronger.
Sight....His eyes were open, but he couldn't see anything. There's
something covering his face.
Sound....Shouting. A man swearing. Steve. It was Steve! Steve was swearing
cursing Bill.
There was something laying across his left leg pinning it down to what felt like a bed under him. Someone moved it and started to drag it off the bed. Bill tried to move , but found that he was tied, spread-eagled, as Chrissie had been.
Bill thought that Steve must have come back early and found Chrissie tied up with Bill passed out on top of her. He must have tied Bill up, but then what was he dragging? What did he do to Chrissie while she was helpless? My god, he wouldn't have killed her would he in a fit of rage! If he did then what plans did he have for Bill?
Bill's jaw ached, and he tried to close his mouth, but found that there was something round and hard filling it, tasting of rubber. Steve had even gagged him. He could hear Steve dragging the body across the floor towards the door. Bill tried to cry out, but could only groan round the gag in his mouth.
"Don't worry I'll get back to you," he said harshly. "I've got to go get rid of the body. Why did the old fucker have to go and have a heart attack. Now we're back where we started! Damn!"
This confused Bill, so he decided to go on assessing his situation to see what damage had been done. He was definately well restrained. His wrists and ankles held down taught against the bed. He strained to pull free, but the bonds held firm. As he struggled, other sensations intruded on his awareness. He was wearing a collar and there were some sort of straps around his chest. Had Steve dressed him fully in his wife's bondage outfit? It felt as if there was something around his waist. And encasing his legs. Steve had gone all the way, dressing Bill as his wife had been dressed for their tryst! What sick plans did he have in store for him? And what was that weight on Bill's chest. It moved as he struggled, and he felt good as it did so.
After a while, Bill started to feel cold., the sweat on his body drying in the room's air. It seemed like ages before Steve returned to the room. "I'm sorry I was so long Honey, but I had to make it look like an accident" said Steve as he started to undo Bill's blindfold.
As Bill shook his head to clear his vision, blinking at the sudden bright light, he saw the reflection of the bed in a mirrored wardrobe door to his left. There was Steve, kneeling over Chrissie, releasing her from her bonds, even as he was doing to Bill. It must be an illusion he thought, and blinked a few times. Unchanged. He looked back to Bill and then at the mirror. Then down towards his feet. He couldn't see past a large pair of very female breasts.
Meanwhile, Steve went on: "I dressed him and put him back in his car. I then took it up to a quiet stretch near the driving range, and pushed it off the road and into the sea. Damn the bastard, just when we were getting ready to use those tapes to persuade him to give me his share in the business. Now we'ew back to square one. His share will go to Joanne and we can't use our dirty video collection starring her husband to blackmail her can we?"
Bill was in shock all through this, and when the last bond was released, he get up and staggered to the bathroom in those ridiculous heels, locking the door behind him. (her?)
Bill stared at the image in the full length bathroom mirror. Chrissie stared back at him. A little more dishevelled than when she greeted him at the door, but still an immense turn on. He studied the reflection in the mirror with disbelief. Earlier this evening, he had been entering this body as a man. Now he was wearing it as a woman! He thought of the things he had done to this body and absently his hands wandered over those beautiful curves as he found himself being turned on.
Before he realised what he was doing he was feeling a warm glow of intense arousal spreading from his breasts as he massaged them, and from his groin as he felt a wetness build. He wanted to stop and think about what had happened. The impossibility of it all, how to rationalise it and what to do about it. But he couldn't. His hands had a life of their own, answering the needs of his stolen body, and it felt sooo goood....
The warmth and tension built rapidly, exploding out from his groin and breasts to envelop his whole body, as he collapsed leaning heavily on the sink unit for support. Through the haze of a warm glow, he managed to make it to the toilet and sit down. It took him several minutes to comedown from the warm high of the afterglow from his first female orgasm.
"Wow!" Bill thought, "If that's what all women feel every time, it's a wonder they're not constantly begging for it!"
Studying his flushed face in the mirror he thought "God, but She's gorgeous!" He made an effort and turned away from the mirror. "This is ridiculous, I can't spend the rest of my life sitting in front of a mirror masturbating." He closed his eyes and tried to think about his situation.
He had come inside her and at that point something had happened. Was it a heart attack? Whatever, somehow, possibly at the moment of death, his soul, mind or whatever had been transferred to his lover. How? unknown. Sounds like some sort of transmigration of souls or somesuch. Bill had never taken much interest in the supernatural. Joanne had a large library on the subject, though, maybe he could ask her. Is there any way to get back to his own body? Not likely. Steve seemed to think Bill had a heart attack, so his body was at least comatose, probably dead. And then he had dumped it in the sea, so it was almost certainly dead by now. What about another male body. Maybe. He couldn't conscience taking someone else's body, perhaps forcing them to live in this one. His conscience was already killing him about Chrissie. But there were men who wanted to be women, so if both parties could survive such a swap, there was a posibility. But finding about what happened, let alone finding someone like that would take time, so he had to accept that he was Chrissie for the time being. Fortunately Steve didn't seem to know any difference yet. He would have to try and pretend to be her.
Bill finally gathered up the courage to walk back into the bedroom. It wasn't easy, but it was a lot easier and more comfortable than he expected, teetering along in those shoes, but he couldn't take them off until he found the keys to the little padlocks.
Fortunately, Steve was nowhere to be seen. Bill remembered seeing a small bunch of keys on the dresser. retrieving them and sitting on the bed with relief, he tried the keys on is shoes. It worked, so he proceeded to remove the rest of the outfit and returned to the bathroom for a shower.
The water felt good cascading down her naked body as he cleaned himself, removing the leather braid holding her hair in a pony tail. He relaxed and began to wash her body clean. It was only after he got out of the shower, and automatically begun to dry her hair, that he realised that he had just washed and conditioned her long mane of hair without thought and was now drying and styling it. He had washed this female body, even rinsing out her most intimate places, although he had never known how a woman uses a douche before. It seemed as if this body still retained skills that he new nothing about. That would explain why he had just walked in those high heels of hers far more easily than he had in the two inch heel that she had made him wear with her underwear that time last week.
While he took off her makeup, her hands almost working of their own accord, he again thought of what a sensual woman Chrissie was. He had always wondered what she saw in him, and now he knew. Steve and Chrissie had planned to blackmail him into giving them his share of the business. All those times he had made love to Chrissie, Steve had been in the closet filming their kinky games.
The thought eased his conscience as he climbed into bed and fell asleep.
PLAN B
Friday - 3rd May
Bill's first waking thought was "Wow, what a weird dream!." His second, after he had opened hi eyes was "Oh God! It wasn't a dream."
There was an anxious moment, when he looked to his side but was relieved to find no sign of Steve.
He sat up, once again feeling the considerable weight of Chrissie's 38D breasts hanging from his chest.
He marvelled for a moment at the slim delicate hand, ending in long crimson nails that he raised to them and before long was lost once more in the sensuality of Chrissie's body.
After another mind-blowing orgasm, and the afterglow had died down, he got up and decided to get ready to face the world for his first day as Chrissie. He went into the bathroom, and allowed the body go through its normal morning routine.
When he found himself in front of the closet, he went through the contents. There wasn't a skirt or dress that came below mid thigh (except for four evening dresses, with slits up to the thigh.) All the clothes were tight fitting, and low cut. The only pair of flat shoes he found were a pair of training shoes in her gym bag with a striking lime green and black aerobics outfit. The lowest heel was two inches. He was considering the fact that this woman didn't seem to own anything comfortable to wear, when he noticed that he was wearing her slippers.
Chrissies slippers were pink mules with Boa feathers on the toe strap, and a three inch heel.
He selected a red minidress with a low cleavage, and some red shoes with a three inch heel, and went over to the drawers. The top one was Steve's and he stared enviously at the Boxers and socks in it before he went to the next drawer down. Ths was clearly Chrissie's lingerie drawer. He selected black lace bra and panties and matching garter belt, with plain black thigh highs. There were no pantyhose.
As he got dressed, he had trouble with Chrissie's bra until he just closed his eyes and relaxed. Her hands seemed to know what they were doing even if he didn't. Things became easier after that.
Twenty minutes later, Bill found himself downstairs wondering what to do next. As he passed a mirror in the hallway on his way to the kitchen to fix himself a coffee, he caught a glimpse of Chrissie looking her usual hot self. Bill had long been convinced that you could track her movements by following accident statistics. Well, today would be no exception. He was still amazed at the strange duality he was feeling. Everything felt strange. Chrissie's different centre of gravity, the weight of her chest, doors were stiffer, the feel of her lingerie on his (her?) skin. And most of all walking on the stilts that passed as women's' shoes. But at the same time everything was OK. As long as he didn't concentrate too hard, the body did everything with the same sensual grace that Chrissie always did.
When he went to the refrigerator to get some milk, he spotted a note pinned to it with a magnet in the shape of a coffee grinder.
"Sorry about last night Hon. What with everything that happened, I had a few beers and fell asleep on the couch. I didn't wake you because I thought you could do with the rest too. I have to go to work as if nothing happened otherwise people might become suspicious. See you tonight, Love Steve."
There was a list following that of chores - ironing, some washing, Tidy the bedroom, and a shopping list for groceries. Steve had occasionally joked about Chrissie being so dizzy that he had to leave her a list of what to do otherwise she'd never remember anything. It seemed like it was only half a joke.
Bill finished his coffee and set about Chrissie's chores. He had to pretend to be Chrissie for now, since the only explanation that he had for a change in her would get him locked up. By two in the afternoon, he had finished, so he decided to go to the gym, where the women's' changing room and aerobics classes were another education to him. He was home by five and set about making dinner for himself and Steve.
That night, Steve was very understanding, when his wife told him that after what had happened, she didn't feel like making love that night, but Bill worried how long his patience would last.
Wednesday 7th May
When Steve got home was very agitated. When his wife asked what was wrong, he said that he had come up with another plan to get hold of the business.
"Bill's share of the business was inherited by Joanne his wife, and they don't have any kids, so if anything were to happen to her the business would revert to me by default. Of course if we could persuade her to leave everything to us in her will, that would be a bonus."
"You're planning to kill her?"
"Not unless I have to, I'll try to romance it out of her first."
"What!"
"Well you've done your bit in seducing her old man. Unfortunately he died on us. So it's my turn to have a go at the old lady. Do I need to tell you how much we need the money to pay off those stupid gambling debts of yours. And the beauty of this plan is that if she dies on us we lose nothing."
Joanne was Bill's only hope of regaining a male body. He had to warn her.
Thursday 8th May
Bill got ready as usual, but instead of going to the gym, he dressed Chrissie's body in a (for her) sombre and sensible black dress and two inch heels, and went around to see Joanne. If anyone asked, her cover story was that she was comforting Joanne over her loss.
Joanne listened carefully to Bill's story, not interrupting whilst he told how Steve was planning to seduce and if necessary kill Joanne for the business. she thanked him for telling her and asked why she had done it. Bill had heard somewhere that the best lie is the truth, so he tried a doctored version of the truth.
"I feel responsible for your husband's death. You see I was with him when he died. Steve and I had invited him around for something, and then we forced him to go to bed with me. we were filming it to force him to give us the business."
At this point Joanne broke down crying, saying that when Bill's body was found, she was afraid that he had been unfaithful and was angry at him, and thought that maybe he had got what he deserved. Hearing that he was forced into it for underhand purposes had relieved her incredibly.
"You see I know that if you were the one he was having sex with that night then he is still alive. You are Bill aren't you?"
"But How?..." stammered an amazed Bill
"You know that I am into the occult? Well actually it's a bit more than that. I belong to a coven of witches, and on The eve of the first of May, we cast a spell so that if any of our husbands were unfaithful they would swap souls with their partner. I took part confident that he would not be unfaithful, and then this happened."
"What? Then you know something about all this? Can you get me a male body back?"
She stopped for a moment "I think so...but I can do better than that. I can get you Steve's Body, and I could be Chrissie. It would have to be a two stage process, because swaps usually have to be between two willing partners. The only exception to that I know of is the infidelity one. Other than small Hexes, for magic to work, you nearly always need the consent of the one to be affected. At least implied, which is where the infidelity hex works. You said that he intends to seduce me first. Well that helps the plan whilst making it more fun for me. If you, as his wife work with me to cast the spell on him tomorrow night, then if he is unfaithful with me, I become him. If at the same time he tries to kill me, then it's just suicide, not to mention poetic justice. After a few days to let the swap settle, we can then swap with each other. If I leave a suitable suicide note and will leaving everything to Steve, then we'll both be young, beautiful and rich!" Joanne paused
"There is just one problem. The tricky bit is that you need to collect the ingredients for the spell for me and bring them here tomorrow night when it's a full moon. Then I can cast the spell. the next chance for this spell will be in a month's time. We then need to get him to seduce me the next day, to make sure that he doesn't involve anyone else, if you know what I mean."
"OK. What do I need to get?"
"A lock of his hair and a sample of his semen. the semen must be collected from within the wife's body. Just wiping it out with a cloth and bringing the cloth is enough."
"What!"
"I said it was the tricky bit. I'll get my will changed and come on to him tomorrow, and set up our assignation for Saturday."
The bargain was set.
SWITCH 2
That night, when Steve came home from work, he found that his wife had cooked him a special meal, all set out with candles and everything. There was wine chilling in an ice bucket.
"Hi Hon, I'm home!" He called.
In response, she came in from the kitchen. Chrissie was wearing a rubber mini dress. It was low cut to show off her considerable cleavage, and fitted so tight that he could not only see her aroused nipples, but he could even make out the outline of her aureole. The dress was just too short to cover the tops of her hold-up thigh highs, which led down to her padlocked sandals with the five inch heels. She was also wearing her studded collar from the night that Bill died. She looked nervous, as she carried in the food and served the meal to him.
"What is all this for?" He asked.
"I've decided that tonight is the night when I make the effort to get things back to normal after what happened last week, and before you start seeing Joanne."
After they had eaten the meal in a silence full of meaningful stares, (to Steve they meant nervous lust on both sides. To Bill they it was obvious that Steve's meant lust, whilst his own reflected abject terror,) Steve came round the table and kissed his wife, deep and long. Bill found himself responding, despite himself. Steve pulled his wife out of her chair and led her upstairs to the bedroom. On the way he began fondling her breasts.
By the time they got to the bed, Bill was no longer in control, with the sensations he was feeling from Chrissie's body. He kept thinking of himself in Steve's place doing to Chrissie what he could feel being done to her, and when he was kissed, he eagerly reciprocated.
Since his wife was not wearing anything underneath her dress, (tissue paper would have caused a visible panty line,) Steve didn't even try to undress her. He pushed her down onto the bed and began lapping at her pussy.
Bill was in ecstasy, the sensations causing his vagina to begin powerful contractions to pull in his lovers cock, as he rapidly approached his first orgasm. He opened his eyes and looked to the side to see his reflection in the mirrored closet doors. What he saw was Steve lapping at Chrissie's pussy as she writhed in passion. He thought of what he wanted Chrissie to say to him when he was Steve.
"Oh� Fuck me�I want your cock now�Fuck me!!!!!"
Steve moved his position so that his cock approached her cunt, and reaching down with his hand guided his manhood into her.
Bill cried out as Steve's cock began to enter him. It felt huge! Steve must be hung like a horse! Bill's cock had been a fairly normal five and a half inches, and he never had any difficulty entering Chrissie all the way in one thrust, but Steve was having to feed his in inch by inch. Bill thought he was going to split in half, unsure whether what he felt was pleasure or pain as his vagina stretched to accommodate him. All he knew was that he didn't want it to stop. When it was all the way in Steve began to withdraw, and Bill whimpered on the verge of begging him to put it back in, only to be overwhelmed by sensations when it was thrust all the way back in to the hilt.
As his wife began coming, Steve continued pounding in and out between her thighs. His large cock had always made Chrissie come like a train, and then the massaging action of her vaginal muscles always had him coming shortly afterwards.
As Bill slowly surfaced through the warmth of the afterglow from Chrissie's multiple orgasms, he found Steve's arms wrapped around him. Steve was snoring gently. He had to suppress a giggle as he thought "typical man!" Bill carefully extricated himself from Steve's sleeping embrace, and tottered to the bathroom on his high heels. Once there, he took out a flannel, and carefully wiped out Chrissie's cunt making sure that it absorbed some of Steve's seed from inside her. He then placed the flannel in a plastic sandwich bag, which he placed in her handbag. He then removed his shoes, taking the keys from the medicine cabinet, and crept back into the bedroom in his stocking feet with a pair of scissors, and another sandwich bag. Once by the bed, he carefully snipped a little hair from Steve's head and placed it into the bag. Having put this with the semen soaked rag, Bill peeled off his dress and stockings, and removed his collar, before climbing into bed.
Friday 9th May
When Bill awoke in the morning, the bed was empty, so he set about his day as he had for the last week. That day, he wore the same outfit as he had to seduce Steve the previous night. He liked the way he looked in it. That night, they never ate dinner. They went straight to bed. Bill decided to take another sample, just to be sure. At 10.00pm he got up, put on Chrissie's aerobics outfit, and went to meet Joanna with plastic bags containing his specimens.
When he met her at his old house, she took him out into the garden, where a small cauldron was bubbling away over a gas burner, with a noxious mixture bubbling in it. A complex geometrical pattern was marked out on the grass around it in powdered chalk. Candles were lit at the corners. Joanna gave him a piece of paper with a series of strange words written phonetically on it.
"Say the words on the paper and when you reach the point where there is an X throw the specimens in the cauldron. I'll be doing some chanting while you do it. Oh before we start we have to take all our clothes off."
The women stripped and began their ceremony. When they had finished, Bill got dressed and went home. To Steve. He managed to get back to bed without him suspecting anything.
LIVING HAPILY EVER AFTER?
Saturday 10th May
Bill was awoken by Steve in the morning. He was already dressed. "I have to go out. I'll see you later Hon."
Once he had gone, Bill got ready for his day. When he got back from his aerobics, he found Steve's car on the drive. But he was nowhere to be found downstairs. He went upstairs and found him laying on the bed watching TV. As he came into the room he saw it was the tape of Chrissie and Bill, taken the night that Bill died.
"Hello Bill, as you can see, the plan worked. I swapped with Steve, and now Joanne is dead, leaving behind a touching suicide note. I was just watching Steve's naughty video tapes, whilst waiting for you to return. You don't seem to be being forced here."
Bill Stammered "Er I can explain�.."
"Is this how you see women? Perhaps you should spend a bit more time as this woman, to find out what it's like being a sex object to some man's fantasies."
"No you can't do this to me.."
"Oh I can, and I will. I'm going to teach you what it's like to be abused in this way. And if you please me then perhaps I'll let you be the man again, if I think you've learned your lesson."
"Now change into the outfit she's wearing in this video, while I go get a beer."
THE END