I Am She

Hi.

Everyone has done a body swap story: other Literotica authors, mainstream writers and Hollywood. I've never been taken with the genre having seen one too many movies that are same-same. And I'll be honest. I haven't read any of the body swap stories here. That said, I decided on a whim to offer my variant. So here it is. I hope it brings a little pleasure to some of you.

Thank you.

Paula

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I Am She

ONE

Me and Sarah had sort of dated for a short while. In school, before my first proper girlfriend. We'd been too young to fuck, though we had had a fumble behind the proverbial bike sheds once. Yeah. I knew what her tits felt like. But ultimately, we'd just ended up as friends through continuing to move in the same circles.

In truth. She also wasn't my type. Curvy with a bob haircut, she was certainly doable. Just not in a way that truly pushed my buttons. I also wasn't keen on her insistence for getting inked, or the septum ring. Strange symbolic designs on her forearms and an anklet that she said represented her spiritual journey.

Evie was very different. Being in the same clique, I'd known her just as long. And my sexual predation for her had grown just as it had waned for Sarah. She was slender with long dark hair. Petite and free of aftermarket modifications. But I had never even kissed her. Always there had been a liking that I felt went beyond friends, but always, I'd been held at arm's length.

Now school was over and we were in the local college, most of our other friends had drifted away. They had jobs or went to the proper universities in the big cities. All that was left of the gang was us three. Good for me because I had two pretty girls to hang out with. Not so good, because Evie had dated at least one guy I knew of and Sarah just didn't seem that interested in sex with anyone. Yeah, I looked cool on the high street amongst my peers. At home, I was wanking into a tissue most nights.

It wasn't all bad. I had managed a two or three hook-ups that had borne fruit, so to speak. One nighters really. Just nothing that had blossomed into a relationship. And sadly, Evie hadn't featured amongst them. She was the one I had higher expectations of to be fair. She wasn't someone I just wanted to bang and forget.

Sometimes I sensed she liked me more than she admitted. Mixed signals. But whenever I'd tried my luck, always with just enough joviality that I could laugh it off, she had said no.

We were eighteen, almost nineteen. On the cusp of adulthood. But still children in so many other ways. College was serious stuff that we hoped would get us good jobs. Right now, though, we didn't have a lot of money. I'd done a variety of little jobs to supplement my income. Sarah took seasonal work in supermarkets while Evie seemed to float through life with no source of income, but always cash when she needed it. Generous parents.

The money we did have was merely getting us through college. It wasn't opening the world to us. No cars or fancy holidays. Our free days were still filled much as they had been when we were in school. We hung around together, went to each other's houses, and sat in McDonald's all day. We were still children at heart.

"So what we doing today?"

"Sunbathing in the park." Evie declared.

"Boring."

"Free."

"You're going to get bored staring at our legs?" Sarah teased.

"You're gay." Evie poked her tongue out at me.

"I am not."

"If you were, you could be my best friend. All girls have a gay best friend."

Evie was laughing, wriggling her arse as she stretched out ahead. She knew full well I was looking.

"I am not gay.

And I am your best friend."

"I thought that was me." Sarah laughed.

"Two girls who don't have boyfriends. So who's gay?"

"You'd like us to be. So you could watch."

I made an exaggerated point of considering Sarah's comment.

"True.

What's the chances?"

"About the same as your chances of Evie sucking you off."

"Eew."

Evie put on a show of disgust.

"I want a man. Not a boy whose balls haven't dropped."

"Fuck you."

"You'd like to, wouldn't you?"

There was that sly look. The one that said she might. A prize she held just out of reach, but was never entirely dismissed. She switched before I could come up with a response.

"Come on. I want some rays before it gets too hot."

The park was popular in the summer. It was a well-kept space in the centre of town. A green space courtesy of Victorian town planning that was easily accessible. Not overly large and mostly formal. There were tennis courts on one side and a little hut that sold ice cream and burgers.

"Crowded," Evie said disappointedly.

"And bloody children screaming."

Summer holidays. There had been a time when we'd been those noisy kids. Now we thought of ourselves as the grown-ups. The real grown-ups didn't. To them, we were dodgy teenagers.

"Over there is fine."

I liked where Sarah was pointing. Over by a hedge row and an enormous oak tree. Ideal for those two to stretch out. Some shade for me when I got bored and resorted to surfing the internet.

So that's where we went. Okay, it wasn't the most exciting day, but it was out of the house and free. And perhaps I could make another play at getting into Evie's pants later.

Oh boy. Evie looked amazing in those shorts, especially lying on her stomach. They were tight. The denim pulled into her cracks around her arse just where it should. And those legs were exposed right up to the same cracks. Oh, Jesus, they were nice. I'd give anything to run my hands up them.

I looked away. The last thing I needed in the heat was a boner. Sarah was smirking. She'd seen exactly where I'd been looking.

"Nice?"

One word. To an oblivious Evie, it was a question about the location. I knew differently.

"Ideal," I responded with equal obscurity.

Satisfied with rumbling me, a still grinning Sarah lay on her blanket and positioned her sunglasses.

"Turn me over in half an hour so I don't burn."

I took up position just inside the shadow of the tree. I envied the girls in their shorts. I'd stupidly worn full-length jeans. Now I'd have to suffer the indignity of sweaty bollocks.

"Let me know if you need sun cream rubbing on."

Not unexpectedly, neither took up my offer.

I turned my attention to the park, scanning for girls. Anyone else who equalled Evie and Sarah on the scale of looks. There were plenty around. Just no one that nice. Too old, too young, or too fat. Apart from one, but she had two small children in a pushchair. I wasn't trying my luck there. I did look though. Nice legs in a short skirt and tits spilling from a low top. Yeah, I could give her kids a baby brother or sister if she wanted. Just so long as I didn't have to stick around till the snotty-nosed brat popped out.

Like all lads my age, I was constantly obsessing with getting my cock serviced. I didn't mind how fleeting that was, though I did have designs on something more involved for the right person. I glanced at Evie again. The one who could tame me had turned onto her back, torturing me with a view straight up between those gorgeous legs to where the denim may as well be a medieval chastity belt. And those tits. Not big or anything crazy. Just nice mounds that pushed her top out, firm enough not to vanish when she was laid down. Oh boy.

I pushed my earbuds in and chose a playlist before closing my eyes against the glaring sun. If I had to sit here, I needed a distraction.

I jumped, shocked from my dazed half-sleep of weird dreams, mostly involving Evie.

"Fuck."

I saw it was Sarah who had grabbed my arm and I pulled the earbuds away sharply.

"What's wrong?"

"There's an animal in the bushes."

She looked frightened.

"Don't be silly. It's probably just someone's dog." Evie derided her without even opening her eyes.

There was a shuffling though. The rustling of leaves and the snap of dry twigs. Then came the awful sound of phlegm being expunged.

"I can hear something as well."

I could see the bushes moving. I felt a surge of adrenaline as I got the sense it wasn't something small. Most likely it was a someone.

"Who's in there? Creep." I shouted out.

"You're scaring the girls."

Evie propped herself on her elbows and stared.

"Still says it's a dog."

Then the someone emerged.

"What the fuck lady?"

Christ, she must have been eighty or more. Grubby and unwashed, in old rags. Worst of all she had her trousers around her knees, pulling them up as she emerged. Thank god for the long top. If I'd seen anything higher than those skanky legs, I'd have been put off sex for life.

"Eew. What are you doing?"

Evie had finally sat up, now equally grossed out.

"You ne'er seen a lady take a piss before?"

She stared straight at us as if we were the weird ones.

"Use the public convenience like normal people."

I pointed to the block across the park. The old woman looked but dismissed the idea out of hand.

"Nah.

Dirty places."

"And you're not? Eew, gross." Evie got to her feet.

"You'd know all about dirty," I added.

"When was the last time you had a bath? During the Renaissance?"

"Bah. You're nothing but bairns. I've escaped burnings from peasants with more savvy than you."

"You smell like it."

"Leave her alone," Sarah interjected.

Her fear had subsided.

The old woman was checking us out, seeing money we didn't have.

"Nice clothes. Got any coins?"

She held her hand out and I wondered if she had considered buying scissors for those grotesque nails.

"Fuck off."

She looked angry.

"Manners, boy. Or I'll turn you inside out and eat your liver for my supper."

Those fingers twisted and waved, menacing, with more dexterity than they should have had. Creepy.

"Who you calling a boy?"

Evie had had enough.

"You heard him. Fuck off, you old bat. You're gross."

She turned to me and Sarah.

"It's disgusting that they don't lock the dementia patients in homes."

"You know the best thing about old age? It doesn't last very long." I laughed.

The child in us derided the old woman, laughing at her clothes and her age. We told her to go wash in the duck pond.

"Wait till the children have gone home. You'll scare them."

"Stop it." Sarah protested.

"Just let her be."

"She can be. So long as it's being somewhere else. She stinks."

"I hate old people smell," Evie added, screwing her face up in disgust.

"Pretty children, ugly hearts."

"Who you calling children? At least we'll grow out of it. You don't grow out of your second childhood."

I got to my feet to join the others. Evie was folding her blanket.

"Come on. I need a change of scenery. Somewhere that doesn't smell of piss."

"You need to learn a lesson. I'll give you a change of scenery that you'll ne'er forget."

The voice changed, becoming deeper and sinister. Strange words, rhythmic and ancient. I thought of Latin for no particular reason. Or something even older. Fucking hell, the old crone really did fancy herself a witch.

She finished in English. Louder and clearer.

"I am she, and she is me."

I was suddenly overcome with a sense of foreboding. An inexplicable dread I couldn't quite explain.

"Uhh."

I felt lightheaded. Everything swirled and I lost cohesive thought.

TWO

You know when sometimes, your mind just empties. That sense that you've forgotten to breathe or can't quite remember the last few moments? That was how it was then. For a second or two it was as if I hadn't existed.

Then suddenly I was aware again. Very aware. My eyes were closed but every sense seemed heightened. Enough to know the sun was hitting me from a different angle. Enough to feel a faint breeze across my legs and arms. My clothes felt lighter. I felt weaker. I felt... less dressed?

When I opened my eyes, I saw myself staring back with a look of dismay. Shock. Where had the mirror come from?

"What. The. Fuck."

I'd said that. I saw my lips moving. I heard my voice. But I hadn't said it. I looked down at myself, seeing smooth, bare legs and denim shorts. A check shirt I didn't own. These were Evie's clothes. And they were on me. I stared back at the legs again. Smooth and tanned. Evie's legs. I stumbled back, thinking I was somehow too close to Evie. Those legs moved with me.

Evie freaked out. It didn't sound like Evie. A deeper voice but I knew instinctively that it was her.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. I'm in the wrong body."

I looked up again, still not quite comprehending, only to see the imposter who was the spitting image of me frantically pulling at his clothes and screeching in a high-pitched shrill.

"What has she done?

Oh my god. Help me. Make it stop."

Sarah was still there. She looked just as bemused by this strange fella. Then her eyes turned to me as if looking for an explanation. That's when I became fully self-aware.

"Oh, fuck."

I held a hand up, staring at slender fingers and painted nails. They moved at my command but they weren't mine. I touched my face. A smooth cheek that felt those fingers in return. I found my hair. It was long, down to my shoulders. I lifted it to see shiny, dark strands. It felt silky.

The loon possessing what I'd thought was a reflection calmed and I started to grasp that what I was seeing wasn't some facsimile or a mysterious refraction of light. It was my body. And it was possessed by Evie.

I looked down at the legs beneath me again. Smooth, feminine legs I wanted to stroke. I did. I glided those delicate fingers over the tops of my thighs. It felt strange and sensual all at once.

"Awesome."

Evie switched. The panic vanished to be replaced with wrath for me.

"Awesome?

Awesome?

What do you mean, awesome?

You're in my fucking body.

And stop touching it."

I grinned.

"I know."

Evie was in total disbelief at my finding the weird situation entertaining. Then she was turning around and I was forgotten again.

"Where's the old woman? She did this."

We all looked. There was no sign of her. The witch had vanished.

"What the fuck? No way."

I couldn't see how she could have moved that fast in a few seconds.

Sarah was still looking from one to the other.

"You're messing right?"

Evie exploded.

"No, I'm not fucking messing. I'm in his body."

She stared down at herself. Himself? Fuck I didn't know. I was as confused as she was.

"Look at me. I'm a fucking man. And it's disgusting."

"Hey. That's my body you're calling disgusting. How do you think I feel?"

I pulled a face, noticing new sensations.

"Not bad I imagine by the look on your face."

Evie was right. I didn't. I had her body, and it felt great as I continued touching my legs.

"Wow. Your thighs are really soft."

"Ew. Stop touching them like that."

It wasn't all good though. I twisted my torso about, lifting and dropping my shoulders in turn.

"Your bra is digging into my back. And... are you wearing a thong?"

"Well, not right now I'm not. No."

There was utter sarcasm in her voice, but again I was busy becoming aware of my new situation. Oh my god. My bum cheeks felt amazing.

"It's up my crack," I said with obvious discomfort.

"Well, where would you expect it to be?"

"I don't know. But it feels uncomfortable."

"Why don't you worry about how we're going to undo this rather than what underwear I have on.

Find that woman. I'm going to kill her. Right after she's fixed this."

Sarah had had enough.

"Stop it, you two. You're freaking me out."

"You're freaked out? How do you think I feel?" Evie protested in evident horror.

"I'm stuck in... in... this fucky hairy shell. And he keeps touching my bits all weird. It's giving me the creeps."

I wasn't listening. I had other things on my mind.

"Hey. I got tits."

They both stared at my excited revelation.

"Well, leave them alone. They're my tits." Evie snapped.

I grinned.

"Not anymore they're not."

She stared in horror as I squeezed them. Fuck, was she a she? Or a he? I didn't know. It was all so confusing. But tits felt nice. I mean, they always do, but now I was getting the thrill from the other side as well as the feel-up. It was kind of exciting on a whole new level.

"Nice.

I need some time alone I think."

"Oh fuck. Stop it. That's pervy."

"You got a thingy in return to play with. I don't mind. Knock yourself out. Or knock one out. I do t mind that either."

Sarah sniggered as the absurdity of the situation grew on her.

"She has a point."

She? I still thought of myself as a he.

"Is it a big one? I always wondered."

Evie's angered look was turned on her friend.

"Not helping."

"Just saying. Seems a fair swap to me."

"Well, it's not.

I don't want his... thing."

Sarah took a breath and got serious.

"Okay. Are you sure it isn't drugs or something? People don't swap bodies. Perhaps you're confused?"

"I'm not fucking confused and I'm not on drugs."

Evie still wasn't calming. For a girl, she was reacting as if she had balls. Oh wait, she did. Now.

I went back to feeling myself up. Everything was so soft to the touch. Even my lips felt puffy and delicate. I wondered what they were like to kiss with.

"What the hell are we going to do?" Evie demanded, staring at me as if I had an answer.

"I don't know. Perhaps it'll wear off. We should make the most of it while we wait and see."

"Make the most of it? Is that all you have to offer?"

I shrugged, twisting around to see if I could see my arse.

"Perhaps we should shag or something. You know. For the experience."

I'd never seen a look of utter disgust on my face like that before. Muscles distorted it further than I'd ever imagined they could.

"Gross."

"Why?"

"Coz, I'd be shagging myself."

"So? You masturbate.

On the plus side, you'll know what's going to feel good for me."

"I think I'm going to be sick."

"It's my dick. I should be able to say where it goes."

"It's my...

And your dick isn't going anywhere near it, whichever body I'm in, you're in. Urgh.

My head hurts."

She sat down and put her head in her newly masculine hands. My head. My hands, I reminded myself. But not anymore. Now they were owned by a new spirit. Evie was in the driving seat and I had her body.

Oh yeah. Her body. Where Evie was throwing a tantrum and wanted the freak show to end, I was more fascinated by the experience. A lovely cute body full of new sensations. The next ten minutes, even the next hour wasn't concerning me. I was in the moment, enjoying that I could touch parts I hadn't even dared look at for too long until a few moments ago.

"This is... incredible."

Sarah was being the practical one. Where I thought only of being alone in my room with a mirror, she was the one thinking about which room it was going to be.

"You two need to get your names and pronouns sorted pretty sharpish. No one is going to believe this nonsense. Like it or not you're going to have to live each other's lives until we figure this out."

"Makes sense," I said without really grasping her full meaning.

Evie did though.

"You mean I have to go and live at his house? With his parents? Pretending to be him?

You better not have left anything disgusting under the bed."

"Pretty much. Yeah. And it's not his house. It's your house. You can't be talking about it as though it's someone else's."

Evie was suddenly ahead on the whole pretending to be someone else front.

"Oh god. I have a sister."

The delectable Rosie. I knew.

"Ooh, two girls together. We can have girly cuddle time."

"Fuck off. It's my sister."

"I'm joking. She's safe. Unless she's..."

"No, she's not. She has a boyfriend."

Evie looked worried.

"It's not that. It's just... we grew up together."

I shrugged.

"Not exactly a revelation. Sisters generally do that."

Again. That look of disdain. So utterly Evie, even when projected through my face.

"You're not getting it, are you. When sisters grow up together, they...

We don't... worry too much about privacy.

Oh god. I can't do this."

I knew Rosie in passing. A couple of years older. And just as hot as Evie.

"Er... this not worrying about privacy thing? By how much don't you worry, exactly?"

Was this good? Or bad?

"We change in front of one another. We're always in each other's rooms. It's not like we haven't seen it all before. But you haven't. So you."

She jabbed an angry finger at me.

"Stay out of her room. And don't let her in yours. Mine. Whatever.

If you hear the shower running, stay in the bedroom and don't open the door. Okay?"

"Why?"

"Are you listening? Because... we don't worry about wearing clothes so much. Unless Dad is home."

I started smirking.

"Your mum too?"

"No. Not my mum. For fuck sake."

I was thinking about her mum. She wasn't bad for a MILF either.

"Are you all into some au naturel way of living or something?"

"No. We're just not hung up on nudity. Not with each other. I told you we grew up together. We, being the operative word. Me and Rosie. As in, not you.

Or my fucking mother. Okay?"

"Won't she think it's a bit weird if I start hiding away?

I think I should behave as naturally as possible."

"I don't care. Tell her you've turned gay or something. Anything."

"I sort of have, haven't I?"

"Not if you think I'm going to shag you, you haven't."

"I thought I might try both."

I looked at Sarah who had been sniggering up to this point.

"Forget it." She snapped with a sudden recovery of her serious side.

"Hey. It's just for scientific purposes. Christ, I thought girls could get it easy. What am I doing wrong?"

"Look. You ain't getting anything. That's my body and I don't want you messing with it."

Something else occurred to her.

"Eew. Most definitely no messing. Not even on your own. If you need to take a shower. Close your eyes. Got it?"

"Yes sir. No playing with myself in front of the mirror.

Christ. You men think you own us." I mockingly protested.

"It's not 'yourself'. It's me. That's my body and I don't want you touching it, even with my hands. Got it?

Don't fuck up my life, Ash. Please. If you do, I'll cut these balls off before I give you your body back."

"That's going to hurt you more than me."

"Is it?

Five minutes of pain for me. A fucking lifetime of being a eunuch for you."

Sarah spoke up, cutting in over us.

"I think we should look for the old woman.

Before you start mutilating yourselves."

It was a little daunting going into a home that wasn't mine. I knew Evie's family and I'd been in her house loads of times. Even her bedroom. So it wasn't as if I didn't know my way around. But this time I wasn't a visitor. I had to appear as if I belonged.

I had to talk with Mr and Mrs Ward as if they were my parents. I had to react to obscure things that were mentioned as if I were fully conversant with events I hadn't witnessed or people I'd never met.

Tea time was awkward. I sat at the kitchen table with them and my new instant pop-up sister. I sneaked a glance at those tits in her tight top. They were certainly popping up. Sadly, I had nothing under the table that did. Didn't stop me getting nice feeling urges down there though.

I called Mr and Mrs Ward mum and dad, while pretending I had a clue who Auntie Whoever was, and saying nice things about Rosie's boyfriend who'd I'd never met. The only thing I came away with was an understanding of how little I knew about people I thought I knew reasonably well.

The easiest thing for me was to excuse myself with a headache at the earliest opportunity so I could go and hide in the bedroom. The less I interacted with her family the better. And besides, in private, I could indulge in the only thing on my mind. Checking out this awesome body.

We hadn't found the old woman again that day, but I was fairly certain we would tomorrow, or that I'd just wake up in my own body come the morning. This was my one opportunity to experience life as a girl and answer all my questions about girly bits. Evie's in particular. I wasn't going to miss it.

THREE

Ok. I know I'd promised I wouldn't do anything freaky in front of a mirror. But I lied. Of course I'd lied. Whatever had happened, I had a unique opportunity to see Evie's body, naked. I wasn't going to turn that down. And no matter what she'd said. I was willing to put money down that Evie was in my bedroom right at that moment checking out my cock. It'd be hard not to when I knew from experience how it liked to wake up for no apparent reason and torment me regularly. So the way I saw it, Sarah was right. It was a fair exchange.

I stared at the reflection as though looking at someone else when I took the bra off and stood in nothing more than a skimpy thong. For a moment it was as if I were studying Evie as she had been until today. And those tits were nothing short of perfect. Better than I could have imagined.

"Wow."

I watched the gentle rise and fall as I breathed, seeing those deep coloured nipples hardening and pushing outwards. I felt the tingle they delivered deep inside me.

"Oh, fuck."

I looked down, still amazed that these things were on me. I lifted my hands as gingerly as I would to a girl on a first date. So smooth. And weird that I felt the arousal. A squeeze of those nipples gave me a shock.

"Ooh."

I'd never been big on nipple play on my body. Not the one I'd had until this morning anyway. It didn't do much for me. This time though, it was different. I felt the pinch, but it came with something more. A quiver inducing excitement I couldn't quite describe. And it was as if they were wired directly to my groin where another feeling was awoken. A warmth. A sense of pressure. Not unlike getting a hard-on. But also very different. I pressed my thighs together instinctively and that just excited me more.

"Oh Jesus fuck."

I looked at those thighs. They were just as amazing. And nestled right at the top of them, a little pink patch of material which hid the ultimate prize. I shuddered from head to toe as I gave those nipples another gentle tug to fire the pleasurable sensations expanding through my belly. The itch nestling between my legs, grumbling with hunger grew ever stronger. Take the thong off and it would be there. I reached down to the waistband and hooked it with my thumbs. Slow, deliberate movements as I became more and more excited. The holy grail of...

"What the fuck are you doing?"

I spun around in shock to find Evie's sister, Rosie, standing in the open doorway. Crikey. She was in nothing more than a towel. Another was wrapped around her head to contain wet hair. All I saw were long legs. Lovely, long, bare legs.

More quivering, only this time it wasn't my thoughts of experimenting, or Evie's body driving it. It was most definitely Rosie's long slender legs, and a desperate hope the wrapped towel would fail? Please god, make gravity do its thing. I dropped my hands to my sides at the realisation I had grasped my tits to cover myself.

"You weren't masturbating again were you? Coz I can come back when you're done."

"No." I snapped a little too fast.

The cheeky smirk said she didn't believe me. One bonus, I didn't have a big lump of meat to betray me. Oh, shit. Nipples. They were pert.

"Why all defensive? Lighten up. Not like I don't hear you most nights, is it? Perhaps not as much as you but that's because some of us have boyfriends. You should try it. Shagging is so much better.

You do remember shagging? It's been a while for you. Or did you never do it with that prick? You haven't said.

And I tell you everything."

Feeling a little self conscious of my tits being on display, I snatched up the dressing gown I saw lying on the end of the bed and wrapped it around myself. I thought about that. Why should I? They weren't my tits. Weird.

"What about that Ash you're always hanging around with? He looks like he could get you horny. Or are you more into Sarah? Is my little sister a secret lezzie? I'm pretty sure Sarah is. She never has a boyfriend either. Anything you care to share? Any little urges or..."

"What do you want, Rosie?"

"To borrow your hair straighteners."

"Go ahead. You know where they are."

I fucking hoped she did. I didn't have a clue.

"Thanks, sis. Won't be long."

She rushed to a drawer and pulled it open, finding the strange tool she wanted. Christ, would I have to figure those out if I ended up stuck like this?

"Okay. You can get back to fingering yourself now.

I can hear all the ooh, ooh, oohs you know."

I stared at the door after it closed. Sisters. And no fucking lock on the door.

Worse was to come. Rosie was back in my room as soon as she'd finished with her hair telling me personal stuff. And I still hadn't managed to snatch more than a peak at that lovely smooth pussy.

"Honestly. I think I like BJ's more than he does."

I stared at her lips, imagining how nice that would be, while lamenting the irony of not possessing a cock to feel the joy with.

"I never swallow though."

She giggled and I made a rudimentary attempt at the girly laugh to sound as if I was onboard with her.

"So what about you?"

"Me?"

"Yeah. You and... Oh there is no one. Come on Evie. When are you going to fix that?

Maybe Ash?" She pushed again.

"He can be a bit of a dick, but he's cute."

Oh boy. Everyone thought Evie should be with me. Except Evie. Now here I was, pretending to be Evie, expected to pass judgment on myself.

"You think so?"

"You like him, don't you? You said you did."

Wow. Had I?

"Yeah. I do like him. Maybe.

I'm happy on my own at the moment though."

I wished I were on my own. I had things to do. Things I had to try before the universe corrected itself and pulled me back into my rightful body.

That had me thinking about the pussy again and how smooth it was. How did she do that? Not a razor.

"Do you wax your bits?"

Rosie was staring at me and I realised I'd just spilled my thoughts out aloud.

"My pussy?"

"Yeah."

Fuck it. In for a penny. In for a pound.

"I was just wondering if it hurts?"

"Of course it fucking hurts. Why else do you scream when you do it?"

"Oh. I forgot about that."

Rosie pulled a face.

"Are you on drugs?"

Okay. I was sounding a bit nuts.

"I just meant, do you feel the same pain?

Never mind."

"Freak."

It was almost ten o'clock when I was finally left alone to do my own thing. I took a shower before the others came up and got to study this fantastic body somewhere no one would disturb me at last.

I learnt a lot under that water. Especially, that just fingering the hole was a bit pointless. Yeah, it felt kinda nice. And so did flicking the bean. But it was when I used the fleshy hood as a shield between my fingers and the clit while rubbing rhythmically that it all came together.

"Huh."

Oh yeah. A nice, gentle, circular rubbing. Faster. Faster still. I pressed that angry little button and it threw a switch.

"Uhh."

Cuming was magical. A whole new experience. Hard to describe how it was different because it was still that same sudden release of tension. But Evie's body took longer to deliver. It was a joy that lasted an age in comparison as the pleasure came in waves that ebbed and flowed. A little like ejaculating but more encompassing. The seat of my pleasure was just as obvious. Right between my thighs, but my whole body tingled. It made my toes curl. I felt the relief deeper when it had passed as well. As though it had drained the tension from my whole body. It was more emotional and left a deep warm and contented feeling.

I also didn't have the overwhelming desire to just sleep. Suddenly, sex seemed less of a click-and-forget event. And more of a journey that could continue.

Note to self, pay more attention after the deed. And be prepared for round two. These delicate female bodies had more stamina than I'd given them credit for.

Rosie came running from her room the moment I slid the lock back and opened the door. She was as naked as the day she was born. I fixated on her tits jiggling so delightfully as she darted for the bathroom.

"Thought you'd moved in. What have you been doing in there?"

I caught a quick glimpse of her pussy as she pushed past, again thinking about how smooth it was.

"Shower head again?"

Ooh. More ideas.

"Out of the way. I'm desperate for a piddle."

"There's another one downstairs." I offered staring at that taut arse before she turned to sit.

Oh my god. More pussy. I was in heaven. Or was it hell? I couldn't touch, and I most certainly couldn't fuck with all my equipment taken from me.

"The flush is still broken. Dad said he'd do it Saturday and then didn't. Mum was bitching about it last night. Weren't you listening?"

I was staring as she sat on the toilet and unashamedly started pissing. I couldn't see properly, her fingers were there directing the stream, but I heard the tinkling. Oh boy. I was watching a naked twenty year old relieving herself like I was witnessing some online porn shoot.

"Should I sell tickets?"

My eyes came up from her body sharply to find her glaring at me.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Sorry."

I hurried back to my room. This was turning into the best night ever. New things to play with, and Evie's equally hot sister, naked to inspire my thoughts. And when I got back to normal, it was Evie who would carry the can for being a weirdo.

Oh yeah. I was liking this.

Talking of playing. That little show had me all hot and bothered again. I climbed into bed trying to decide if I should keep the light on. Hell, yeah. I could see myself in the mirror from the bed. It was like looking at someone else while also sort of being turned on by myself. Confusing, but I felt just enough of the invader in this body that I could treat it as a tool to find pleasure without the guilt. I kicked the covers away and stared at my reflection.

"Oh boy. It just never gets old."

I felt hot just looking at myself. I looked incredible. Evie's body was like a fucking amazing, wearable sex toy. If it were possible to make such a thing, I'd be a millionaire.

"Huh."

It felt good to touch that delicate flesh again. So wet and warm. I liked it so much, on so many levels.

"Uh. Fuck."

I could do as I pleased, and fuck Rosie if she was listening. I didn't care so long as I made this gorgeous bod cum again. Poor Evie would never know.

FOUR

When I woke I knew instantly I was in a strange bed. I could smell perfume. For a moment, I thought I'd got lucky. I felt caught in a strange dream. The kind that traps you in that limbo between sleep and awake where you never quite know what's real. I rolled onto my back and groaned as light struck my still-closed eyelids. It sounded wrong. Too soft and feminine.

My thoughts cleared with a jolt and I remembered everything My hand shot between my legs and found... nothing. Well, not nothing exactly. Just not what should be there. Now I was fully awake.

"Fuck."

I sat up and saw Evie in the mirror. Wild hair and sleepy eyes, but otherwise, just as cute.

"So that's what you look like in the morning.

Not bad."

Up to this point, it was still a game to me. A fantasy come true to be enjoyed. A weird adventure that I was confident we'd fix pretty quickly and laugh about later. Perhaps it would be the shared experience that would bring me and Evie together.

I picked up my phone to text the others. We'd go find the old crone and put this down as a twenty-four-hour aberration. I stared at the slab of glass. It wasn't my phone. Fuck. No wait. Face recognition. Yeah. I could get into it. I sent a quick text to Sarah and Evie. We'd meet in the park at ten.

Curiosity had me skipping through her photos. Mostly the usual shit people snapped. No revealing selfies. Disappointing. I got on my knees amongst the dishevelled sheets and put a hand up to lift my hair, posing with tits displayed. I took a snap for her to find when everything was back to normal. I knew she'd be mad, but it'd be fun.

Next up, dressing. I found Evie's dildo before I found her underwear. A nice sleek pink thing that vibrated. I wish I'd known about that last night.

"Oh, Evie. I know what you do in the dark."

Tempting, but no time. Later. If I got the chance.

Next drawer down were her knickers. I flicked them about determined I wanted something more comfortable than a sodding thong. A lair of boxers would have been nice. Why couldn't she have had a brother? Panties. That would do. I looked at the bras. The illusion of girls always wearing matching undies died there and then. There were a couple of sexy looking sets carefully stored for special occasions, but mostly, the bras weren't matched to the bottoms. I pushed the drawer closed and decided I'd go braless.

I found a short skirt and baggy top in the wardrobe. Jeans would probably have been better, but I was still a little fixated on looking at the legs I had been temporarily blessed with. And I wanted to experience the feeling of a skirt. It was my one opportunity and I was going to take it, no matter how awkward it felt.

That left me one more thing. I had to comb my hair. A simple task you might think. I learnt quickly that long hair, tangled and knotted in bed took more effort and pain than short hair I could straighten with fingers.

"Ow."

Another jolt of pain as I pulled the brush through it and I decided I'd have been a tomboy if I'd been born a girl. If I was stuck like this any longer than a day, I was taking scissors to it. Evie could grow it back later.

I looked at the array of makeup and potions as I put the brush down. Evie always wore eye shadow and lip gloss. I considered having a go before deciding it was a mystical art.

"Fuck that."

Her mum was downstairs when I went hunting for a quick bite in the fridge.

"Evie."

I didn't respond until she said it a second time, sharper.

"Evie."

I looked around, remembering that was my name for the time being.

"What?"

"What are you doing? The cereals are in the cupboard."

Okay. So Evie didn't rummage in the fridge for snacks.

"Sorry.

I was in a hurry. I'm meeting Sarah and... Ash in the park."

"I don't care. Either have a proper breakfast or go without. We don't graze in this house. You know better than that."

Fuck. New house. New rules. It didn't matter. I would be home tonight and all this would just be a memory.

"Doesn't matter. I'll get something later.

Bye mum."

Mum? That had flowed off the tongue easier than it should have.

Walking made me aware of something else. Why bras existed. Yesterday, I'd decided they were woman hating devices designed to slice into my shoulders and back. With my tits bouncing at every step, I was conscious of nipples rubbing against my top. Horniness inducing at first, annoying by the time I reached the park. It'd be sore nips by home time. But then, perhaps that'd be Evie's problem and not mine.

Sarah arrived about the same time I did. Evie was already there, leaning against the old wrought iron gates with her arms folded. Aside from the pained look on that face, it was like an episode of Star Trek. One where Kirk meets his evil doppelgänger.

When Evie spoke, it was as if I wasn't that far off the mark with the evil double.

"I hope you didn't... do anything last night."

Evie glared at me from what were my eyes, looking for any sign of lying.

"And kept your eyes closed."

"What? You think I slept in my clothes?"

"I can see you didn't.

That top doesn't go with the skirt."

"Hey. It's my first time matching tops and skirts, alright?"

"And what about you? Did you keep your hands to yourself when you woke up with a boner?"

She flushed bright red. My cheeks. I noticed she'd shaved. Yep. She had the better deal when it came to personal grooming. A simple electric razor and no need for warpaint.

"See. I knew it."

"Not my fault. This thing of yours needs emptying on a regular basis. I was doing it a service."

"Regular? How many times did you jerk off?"

"You should have let me help you." Sarah spoke up, laughing.

Another glare from Evie, but it was less intense.

"All fine by me." I added lifting my arms in submission.

"I think I should watch though. Give you some expert guidance."

"Fuck off," came back at me in unison.

Evie wasn't letting it go. She asked again.

"So did you?"

"I might have... relieved a bit of tension. It gets wet down there for very little reason."

"I knew it. I told you not to."

"Well, you did. Several times by the sound if it."

"Guys."

Sarah jumped in.

"Look. I can't imagine what it's like to be in someone else's body. But you two should face the fact you're going to have needs. Just accept you can't go around with your eyes closed or bottling up all that energy.

We all do it. So what's the big deal?"

"Because he..."

Evie couldn't finish the sentence.

"Okay. Whatever. Fuck it."

"Poor choice of words there, Evie."

No. I hadn't helped her mood with that one.

"Don't you dare. Not with anyone.

I don't want my body back with herpes or something."

"Christ. Why don't you two just shag and get it out of the way." Sarah declared.

"You both want to know what it's like. I know I would. And it wouldn't be betraying anyone if you just did it. No one would be getting a better deal."

Evie wasn't exactly looking keen on the idea. She wasn't objecting either. I said nothing.

"And it's not as if you weren't heading in that direction anyway. You were both just too busy squabbling to realise it."

Again, Evie said nothing. I would have jumped at the chance to be more than friends. Did Sarah see something I had been missing? Perhaps Evie was considering it. Rosie had let slip she liked me, so maybe... No. it wasn't on the cards today. Her thoughts were more practical. At least currently.

"Let's find the old woman and get her to fix this.

I want my own bed back. And my own bits and pieces."

"And toys?"

Utter horror.

"Oh, you didn't did you? Please tell me you didn't."

Sarah started giggling at Evie's discomfort again. I decided I should stop antagonising her.

"No. I didn't. I only found it this morning when I was looking for underwear."

"I want it."

"Why? What are you gonna do with it?"

"Stop you from doing anything with it."

Sarah was in hysterics.

"Imagine his mum finding a dildo in his room. How's he going to explain that? How are you going to explain it? She's going to think her darling son puts it up his bum."

Evie looked mortified. I didn't feel any happier about that scenario either.

"Fuck it.

It stays in the drawer. Got it?"

A promise I couldn't make. But it certainly wasn't going home with Evie even if I had to fight her for it.

"Shall we just look for the old woman and then you won't have to worry."

"Where do we start?"

"We should look in the bushes. Perhaps she's taking a dump today."

Evie rolled her eyes at my unhelpful suggestion.

"She looked homeless." Sarah offered.

"If she's not here, we can try the town. She was asking for money, so she might be begging.

And. Can I suggest this time, you act like grown ups and don't call her names. It's your fault she did this to you."

We had been a little over the top to the old woman. I threw my arms out in frustrated acceptance.

"How were we supposed to know she was Merlin's long lost sister?"

Evie was done with the arguing and started walking.

"Okay. Let's go. We'll check the park first then we go into town.

The sooner this thing is over, the better."

"Can we get a Maccies if we're going into town? Im starving. No breakfast."

"No. You're not making me fat."

"Oh come on. It's one McDonalds. Your mum told me off for looking in the fridge for goodies."

Sarah took my arm.

"I'm with you. Love a Maccies breakfast. But let's see if we can find the old woman first.

And be nice."

"Who to? The witch? Or grumpy bags there, with the boner?"

What an absolute waste of a day. We'd combed the town and the park three times. It was as if the old witch had hopped on her broomstick and flown away. On the plus side, all that walking had worked off any calories from the McDonalds Evie had begrudgingly accepted we buy, all the while complaining about the size of my order.

"I always wondered if we see the world the same." I mused.

"Like, is green, green? Or is it red to another person? I have my answer now."

"Why would green be red?"

Evie wriggled about looking uncomfortable.

"I don't know. I just wondered if our brains might be different. Like if you see red but everyone tells you it's green, then wouldn't it be green to you?"

Evie held her hands out wide as if to say it was self evident.

"Well it's not, is it."

"Could have been though."

I had to ask at the continuing fidget.

"You sitting on an ants nest of something?"

"No. It's your fucking balls. They get in the way."

Sarah almost choked on the last of her fries.

"Why is it the men who wear trousers?" Evie whined on.

"There isn't enough room for all this junk. I think trousers are more suited to girls. You should be wearing the skirts."

"I am." I grinned before sucking on my milkshake.

"You know what I mean."

"Customer toilets." I suggested.

"Go and rearrange yourself."

Evie was quiet after we left McDonalds. While Sarah was intent on continuing the search and I was distracted by girls flashing the flesh in the hot sun, she was more inward looking.

I stopped walking and sat on a bench.

"What are you doing? We have to keep looking." Sarah complained.

"Perhaps the old woman will wander by if we stay in one place."

"He's right."

Evie joined me, then a frustrated Sarah huffed and sat the other side of me.

"We'll give it thirty minutes."

I looked out into the crowd wondering if we should ask people. Play detective. Someone must have seen her.

My eyes followed a really pretty young woman in tight jeans. Amazing arse. She was dark skinned. Exotic, with short hair. I bet that didn't hurt to comb in the mornings.

"Stop it."

Sarah jabbed me in the ribs as I twisted to look at yet another girl, bouncing nicely with no bra.

"What?"

"It's rude. And everyone will think you're gay."

"Does it matter?"

"It will when some big butch woman hits on you."

"What if it's a cutie?"

"I feel strange." Evie suddenly said.

"Not surprising." Sarah commented, forgetting about my perversion.

"Not every day you grow a cock."

"She didn't grow it. That's my cock." I reminded everyone.

"Yeah. Well I'm beginning to understand how you think with it."

I noticed the change in her tone. It was more reflective. She went on.

"And it has a fucking habit of growing at the least opportune moments."

Sarah started sniggering again. Evie hardly noticed as she carried on talking.

"Yesterday. Even after this had happened, I was still me. A girl. I still...

I'm looking at girls today and the thing in my trousers won't stay down."

Sarah was close to hysterics.

"Oh my god. You're turning gay."

"Is it gay when you're the opposite sex?" I shrugged.

"You don't understand. I don't feel like me. Being in this body is making me think differently."

Sarah was suddenly taking it more seriously.

"Perhaps it's hormones.

What about you?"

I laughed as they both looked at me expectantly.

"Fuck off. Doesn't matter what body I'm in, I'm going to fancy girls. Christ Sarah, you only just told me off for looking at some girls arse."

"You wanted me to shag you yesterday." Evie snapped.

"I was curious." I protested.

Then a little more hopeful.

"So, does this mean you're coming round to the idea?"

Evie looked me up and down before seemingly recovering her dislike of the situation.

"Fuck off, Ash.

And close your legs. Sitting there so everyone can look up your skirt."

I snapped my knees together realising I was still acting like a bloke.

"See. I'm not swapping camps. Still all man, me."

Again Evie was quietly eyeing me up in that way that left me unsure of her true feelings. Even with my face, the subtle signs of her inner thoughts were there.

Sarah was more thoughtful than anyone. Seeing a danger in the situation that was passing me right by.

"We have another two weeks before college starts again. We need to be out every day until we find that old woman. I think the sooner we fix this, the better. I have a bad feeling."

"Yeah. So do I. I think it was the chicken nuggets. Too much?"

Evie glared at me, measuring my hips to the micrometre with her eyes.

That's what we did. We searched our little town systematically the next day and the next. Until my feet hurt.

We split up, pushed on by Sarah who demanded we cover more ground, and keep covering it.

"She'll be somewhere around. She hasn't just disappeared." She had insisted.

"She was like five hundred years old." I said.

"Perhaps she's done the world a favour and died."

"It's that shit that got you two in this mess in the first place. Go check around the shopping precinct."

With her chiding echoing in my ears, that's what I did. I checked every face passing me as I wandered around seemingly without aim.

A group of lads my age were hanging around the statue of some long dead town benefactor whose name I'd forgotten. All I remembered about him was that had built the park.

"Thanks mate. If you hadn't have bothered, I wouldn't be in this mess.

I saw the lads checking me out as I grew closer. I recognised them from school. Dicks from the lower set who had never made sixth-form and would amount to nothing in life.

I didn't hear the comment from Alex but his friends sniggered. I was well able to imagine what he'd said and I reacted.

"What the fuck are you looking at?"

Three of them. Leering at me like I was some sex object. It was creeping me out.

Led by Alex, they openly laughed at me which was even more annoying.

"Showing some balls there girl."

I was almost toe to toe with Alex, unexpectedly comprehending how much smaller I was. Oh shit. Hearing balls mentioned only served to remind me that I wasn't his equal any longer. Suddenly I was conscious of being vulnerable. I was occupying the body of a petite girl. Shorter, weaker. It probably also saved me from any real aggression returning my way.

"Up close and personal? You want me to show you what someone with real balls can do?"

He was still laughing.

"All you gotta do is drop to your knees and I'll pop it between those beautiful lips for you."

He looked at his mates and laughed again.

"I bet you know how."

His face became more serious and I felt a flash of fear, wishing I'd just ignored him.

"Just keep your eyes to yourself." I said stepping away.

"Hey. Where you going? I got something for you."

He grabbed his groin making rude gyrations with his hips.

"How about you and me? Five minutes behind the Town Hall?"

I decided to keep walking. I knew their eyes were on my arse, but better that than I risk hanging around for them to get any creepier. I tolerated the deriding laughter and shouts that followed me.

It shamed me that although quieter about it, I wasn't so different in my attitude to girls. I did leer at them and think of all the things I'd like to do. It wasn't so nice being on the receiving end.

FIVE

"Are you sickening for something? You don't seem yourself."

I looked up at the woman who thought she was my mother and wondered if she could possibly comprehend that I most definitely wasn't myself.

"Sorry. I've just had a lot on my mind recently."

"I reckon she's got the hots for someone." Rosie offered unhelpfully from where she was hogging an entire sofa.

"All the symptoms. Always out. In her room a lot. Forgetful."

She mouthed the word wanking so only I saw it. I blushed.

"Classic signs."

"Oh, Evie."

Mum smiled as mothers do seeing their children growing up.

"I hope he's nice."

"Not like the last one you mean?"

The smile dissipated.

"I can't say I warmed to him. But only you know the real person."

I felt good inside knowing Evie's one boyfriend was universally disliked. If we ever did get it together, I'd have less to live up to.

"Bout time to." Rosie sniggered.

"It'll heal up if you don't use it. Get out there and use what god gave you."

"Yours is used too much young lady."

I laughed at seeing this older sister put in her place by our mother.

"Perhaps Evie hasn't got the morals of an alley cat when it comes to boys."

"Mum."

Rosie was hurt.

"I'm not a slut you know. I intend marrying Harley."

"You said the same about Justin. Save something for when you are or he won't need to."

Mum slipped away, not wanting to continue the conversation.

"Who's the favourite daughter?" Rosie asked sarcastically.

"Can't help it if I'm an angel."

I wasn't an angel at bedtime. I was still enamoured with this body and what it could do. And with Evie's toy.

Rosie banged on the wall just as I hit my peak. Rather than dampen my arousal, the shock tipped me over the edge.

"Fuck."

I held it tight, buzzing on my clit, squeezing every last bit of orgasm, until it became unbearable.

"Huh."

The door opened and I snatched the covers up to hide the dildo. I couldn't hide my sweaty face though and I wasn't so quick at finding the off button.

"Fuck."

"I know what you're doing." Came her mocking sing-song voice.

My breathing was still way out of control and fighting it just made things worse.

"So, what? You thought you'd come in and help?"

"Eew. No. I like cock too much."

She bounced onto my bed and lay down next to me as if my masturbation was no big deal.

"I came to tell you something I haven't told Mum. Not yet anyway."

She was all smiles. Excited.

"You're pregnant."

"No. We use condoms.

Harley wants to get engaged."

That hit me differently than how I expected it might have. No quip. No disparaging comment. I felt genuinely pleased.

"Rosie. That's... congratulations."

"You don't think I'm too young?"

"It's only an engagement. Commitment but without the legal document. A test run."

"Yeah. That's what I thought. We don't have to get married yet. A couple of years perhaps."

"Exactly."

"I don't have aspirations of a career like you. I want babies. And lots of them. And all the fun making them."

"I'll just take the fun."

"Well, start by doing it for real."

I wasn't quick enough. Rosie had her hand under the cover before I could react and the dildo was raised into the open.

"I knew it."

"Oh my god. Give it back."

"Get yourself the real thing, Evie. Then you will be having fun."

She glanced down at it.

"Or at least a Hitachi."

She threw it back as I cringed from embarrassment.

"You wait till Harley stays over. I'll come in your room and tell him you have crabs. No wedding bells for you then."

Rosie ignored me.

"Trust me. Get a Hitachi.

If you promise to clean it, you can borrow mine for a try out next time you want to cum."

Jesus fuck. Sisters really did share everything.

Thursday was another day of our holiday wasted scouring the town for the elusive Will-o'-the-wisp. I was beginning to think we were wasting our time. I wasn't alone in that.

"I'm taking Friday off." Evie declared over another takeaway dinner.

"Perhaps she is a witch and she's vanished like a wisp of smoke. So I've decided. I just want to go out and have some fun. Get pissed and pretend none of this is happening."

She looked directly at me.

"Want to go to a club?"

I felt my heart skipping and I averted my eyes. My cheeks warmed, a sensation that seemed to reach right through me with an excited tingle. I was suddenly struck by how feminine that response was. So was my squeaked reply which was trying to contain my excitement.

"Okay."

"Sarah?"

She put her hands up.

"Woah. Not me. I don't want to be the piggy in the middle when the night ends in some weird sex experiment. Besides, I have my aunt and uncle staying over. I'm under pressure to spend some time at home."

Evie looked back at me. She wasn't disappointed that it would only be the two of us.

"You and me then."

Jesus fuck. She was sounding more and more like a he. Was the same transition happening to me? The strange tingle of excitement at being asked out wasn't that dissimilar to when a girl said yes to me. But it was also not quite the same. It felt like being hit with a slightly different mix of alcohol. Spirits instead of lager. It was more of a hopeful surrender than a triumph.

"Sounds good. Where are we going?"

"Freemans. Where else?"

I knew the place well enough. We'd all been there loads of times. Clubbing on three levels, with the owner's old Lamborghini suspended from the top floor ceiling, displayed to the street under coloured lighting through a massive glass frontage. You could pass it in the day unnoticed. Walking up the thoroughfare at night and you couldn't miss it. A real head-turner of a display.

"I'll pick you up in a taxi at eight. We can grab a bite to eat first."

I saw Sarah grinning at me. That look that said I had a date with the hottest boy in town. I had to remind myself that I had been that boy until a few days ago. Not quite that conceited, but it did feel as if, in the hands of Evie, that body just might be.

I looked again. Struggling to remember that the youth sitting opposite me had been me. From here I didn't see all the faults I'd once been so self-conscious about. A chest I'd pushed out to look manly looked fine to these new eyes. The arms were muscular rather than too weedy.

My perspective had changed. Was I fancying myself?

SIX

I stared at the mirror. It was a pretty face. Smooth skin free of blemishes and big brown eyes. The lips were kissable. I'd always thought that about Evie. But I was seeing how a little highlighting would do wonders. Shadow to make my eyes stand out and some gloss lippy. Even perfection can be improved upon. But not by my hand.

I had a date. Kind of. And looking at the face I was projecting to the world, I wanted it to be that bit extra special.

What I did now would decide how Evie perceived me once things were back to normal.

"Rosie. Will you help me, please?"

She was in my room again, lying on her stomach reading one of my magazines. Evie's magazines, I reminded myself. She looked up.

"What do you want?"

"My makeup. Will you do it for me?"

"Sure."

She dropped the magazine and bounced off the bed. She had nothing more than panties on and those long legs and bare, bouncing tits were unashamedly on display. Less than a week ago I'd been staring at her with my brain seized. Now I hardly paid attention.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Make me look pretty. Like you."

She pulled a face at me.

"You've never asked me to do this before."

"I know. But I can't get it right."

She looked at my untouched face.

"You don't look like you've tried.

Okay. Turn and face me and I'll do it for you.

Hot date is it?"

"Ash."

I trembled even at the mention of his name.

"Really? You two have been friends all the way through school and you've never even kissed. What's changed?"

I wanted to scream out 'our bodies' but no one would believe that. It was still unbelievable that Sarah had accepted it so easily. But then she had been there.

"He's hot when you look at him. Needs to grow up a bit but then so do you, little sis. But yeah. You should absolutely give it a go."

"Do you think?

We've grown closer recently. I think something might happen between us."

The quiver was uncontrollable. It rose through my body from the pit of my stomach as I imagined myself being kissed by Ash for the first time.

"Well good for you."

Keep still. I need to make this look good so he's smitten."

It was very disconcerting having someone poking a stick near my eyes. What was she doing? Thickening my eyelashes?

"He's better than that dork you were hanging around with last year. But then you'd still be a virgin without him. I guess he was practice.

You did do it, didn't you?"

That was a revelation. Just the one guy? And still not confirmed. I knew who Rosie was talking about. A lad from school. Richard. Dick by name. Dick by nature. I couldn't stand the guy and it'd hurt seeing Evie with him. But I'd always assumed there were others. Now I wasn't so sure.

"He served a purpose."

"He pissed mum and dad off. They hated him.

Look down for me."

I moved my eyes for her and found myself staring straight at her tits gently swinging where she was leaning forward.

There was a time I would have had a raging boner with a nearly naked girl waving her tits right in front of my eyes. Especially a pair as nice as Rosie's. They weren't so different to the ones I was sporting. But much as I was still curious, they weren't eliciting quite the same sense of excitement I would have expected. And obviously, I was lacking the equipment to embarrass myself with. I wondered if that was what the difference was? Did the lack of balls make me less attracted to girls? Was having them what made Evie feel strange? We might have swapped brain patterns or whatever, but our thoughts, our instincts were subject to the chemical mix that decided and reinforced gender. I had lost the testosterone that went with those balls. I got what Evie had been trying to say.

I looked in the mirror when she'd finished. I did look pretty. Hot. It was the Evie I knew looking back at me. Only now, it was me behind those eyes. I was Evie as far as the world was concerned. I was even thinking of myself as Evie now.

"I'll be checking to see if it's smudged when you get home. If it's not, I won't be happy, and I'll take your toy away."

"Aren't you supposed to be saying something like, don't do anything I wouldn't do?"

"Sis. You know what I do. That's gonna be a short list."

She bounced back onto the bed and swooped up the magazine again.

"And remember. If you let him put it in your arse, fresh condom."

Holy fuck. All thoughts I'd ever had about adding that particular experience to my repertoire died there and then. It wasn't happening while I was in the driving seat of this body. Receiving didn't seem anywhere near as arousing.

"Thanks for the advice. I'll bear it in mind."

Her head went back into the magazine.

"Wow. You look nice."

I saw her checking my face out."

"Rosie did it for me," I admitted.

She smiled.

"I'll teach you. Rosie will think you're weird if you have to keep asking."

She rubbed her chin.

"Some advantages to this. A quick shave and splash on some aftershave. Job done."

I thought about the routine I'd gone through.

"You can say that again. All that preening and moisturising. I mean, come on."

"Did you wax or shave?"

"Wax. Fuck me. It hurts."

It had brought tears to my eyes. But I was as smooth as I'd been when I inherited this body. Smooth for him. Him? Her? I was less sure now.

"Men don't like body hair. Your fault."

Body hair. Oh shit. If this night ended how I hoped it would. That was going to be a whole new experience for me. I wished I'd been a body waxer all of a sudden. But then he wouldn't have seemed so masculine.

"Come on. The taxi's waiting." Ash said, taking my arm.

I caught a whiff of aftershave and my head buzzed.

Our bite to eat was in a pub. Nothing fancy, we still had to count the pennies, but we were there for the company, not the food. And for once, we didn't sink into disparaging banter.

"That dress looks good on you."

I blushed, knowing how tight it was. It followed every curve beautifully.

"Your good taste. You bought it."

"I did. But I didn't know how well it fitted, until now."

"You realise, I have you to thank for my entire wardrobe. Not many girls can say their man bought everything for them."

"Would you change any of it?"

"Not a thing."

"Not even the thongs?"

I grinned.

"No. I'm wearing one now. Not so bad when you get used to it."

Ash didn't comment. Instead, he scooped up a little of the ice cream he'd ordered and held the spoon toward my mouth. I put my lips around it and slowly drew the contents onto my tongue without ever once breaking eye contact.

Arm in arm, we walked the short distance to Freemans.

The club seemed different to the last time I was there. It wasn't. It was still loud and full of the scent of alcohol and sweat. I could feel the beat of dance music in my stomach and it had me swaying before we'd even reached the floor.

What had changed was my perspective. From being the hopeful predator, I'd become the meat on show. Especially in the skimpy dress I'd picked out. Just as those lads in town had leered at me, I was conscious of eyes checking me out. Eager lads with raging hormones and dreams of having me in the backseat of their car. And of how much smaller I was. A few inches made a huge difference in a crowd that seemed to close in on me much more than before.

Deserted by that sense of invincibility I'd always had, I hung on to Ash for protection. I hoped it was asserting itself in him.

A drink at the bar and we were dancing. I think muscle memory played a part, or perhaps being petite carried an inherent advantage, but I found I was a far better at it than before.

"Loving it," I screamed.

The short dress was so tight, it rode up my thighs so high I imagined I was flashing my underwear. I didn't care one bit. I felt beautiful. And I liked that people could see how lucky Ash was to be with me. And I felt lucky to be with him. I determined to show him. I turned and pressed my arse into his groin, swaying with the music, rubbing my body against his.

It felt his bulge against my arse. I sensed it growing. Adrenaline and alcohol supercharged me. I straightened to have his arms come around my stomach. I leaned against him, willing him to squeeze the ache from my tits. He didn't. But he did hold me tightly, not wanting to let me go.

When we left, I was giggling from one too many gins and leaning into Ash for support. Even the nearly flat shoes weren't stable enough to keep me balanced.

"That was amazing."

I took my shoes off in the cab and clambered onto the seat so I could snuggle.

"Thank you. Best night out I've had since... forever."

I hoped it wasn't over. That Ash would stop being the perfect gentleman. He put his arm around me and held me tightly as the taxi made its way across town. His other hand found its way onto my bare thigh. My body quivered with excitement at his touch. I so wanted him.

Yes. Ash was a him now. I wasn't sure when that change had come over me, but I no longer saw Evie masquerading as a man. I saw Ash. I was Evie now.

SEVEN

"You want to come in?" I asked as the car came to a stop. I saw my house. A refuge from the advances of a sex starved young man. The place all decent girls should run to. Only I didn't want to be safe. Then I saw a problem.

"Or are mum and dad against... visitors?"

I hadn't thought of that. A girl's parents think differently from those of a boy. They're protective, expecting a daughter to keep her dignity.

"No. They're cool so long as we don't make too much noise."

"Good. Because... I don't want to be good."

I glanced at the driver waiting to be paid realising he'd just heard that. I giggled at being so naughty. I reached for my shoes while Ash sorted out the fare.

We crept in and went to my room. Her room. It was a strain having to remind myself after a week of this.

I hesitated as we passed Rosie's door. Right next to mine. If, as I hoped, things went how I wanted them to, she would hear us. She'd have confirmation that I wasn't a virgin. Would Mum and Dad hear us? Rosie, I didn't give a shit about. Mum and Dad though. That was a different story.

I'd always been to girls' houses in the past where I hadn't cared. I'd been the man then. Proud of my conquest and not caring for the aftermath. Now the shoe was on the other foot and I felt a little coy about it. But my defences were lowered by one two many gins and my clit was raging. It wasn't going to be satisfied even by Rosie's preferred Hitachi, never mind the cheap dildo from mail order.

It was what it was. I put the thoughts out of my head as that new, pressing feeling between my legs reasserted itself.

I turned to Ash as soon as the door was closed, standing, waiting expectantly. I felt nervous with none of the bravado I had always had in the past. This body responded differently. It made me feel different. The same aims and hopes, but with an inherent shyness, fear of rejection and feeling of vulnerability.

I needn't have worried. He came to me with what for him must be a fresh sense of assuredness. He touched my face gently and smiled. I lifted my head subtly and parted my lips. Hoping.

"This is going to be weird."

"It solves a problem and satisfies a curiosity," I replied trying to make it seem less of a big deal.

"Might as well get something out of this. Don't you think?"

That was me being brave and nonchalant. Inside, I trembled with excitement as I continued looking at him. It was still my face looking back at me. I expected to see Evie's emotions portrayed. But those eyes were full of hunger. It was me who was feeling the confusion and fear. For the first time, I felt as though I was giving something up if I let him touch me. Him? Christ. I was getting so confused. It was harder to think of this person as anything other than a him any longer. And I was the she. The vulnerable little female. I accepted it.

"You can kiss me if you want," I suggested.

When he took me in his arms with confidence and pressed his lips to mine, I leaned back, welcoming his dominance over me. It was the ultimate proof that the dynamic between us had changed. That we had changed. With the swap of our bodies, we were accepting the gender roles and the behavioural expectations that went with the outward look we portrayed. I didn't care. I was happy with what I was becoming.

I melted, accepting him as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His hands held me tighter and adrenaline rushed through my system. Our kiss became more energised, open-mouthed. A hunger was quenched as we entwined our tongues, but a fire was lit. I felt that body, touching it all over to excite myself at its strength and warmth. I so wanted him.

Then as if an elastic had snapped us back we broke and looked at each other. I couldn't know for certain what he was thinking, but I felt it was similar to me. I was looking into my own eyes with a strange want. If we took the next step...

Ash blew away the doubts when he took hold of me again. This time, tearing at my clothes. I lifted my arms so he could pull my top away. I tugged at the buttons of his shirt. Clothes came away as we kissed and caressed one another in a frenzy of desire.

We fell to the bed, wrapping ourselves around one another. He felt so hot against my bare skin. His hands were rougher than I expected. Even the coarseness of his body hair and the almost unnoticeable scratch of a recently shaven face excited me.

"Huh."

I arched my back and thrust those tits upward as soon as he began to kiss them.

It was magic. New parts of me responded, sending fresh signals to my brain.

"Oh fuck."

My legs came up, wrapping over him. I rolled my hips upwards to press my groin onto his.

"Uh."

His cock was right there. Hard. Squeezed between us to rub over my pussy.

We squirmed, pressing our bodies together as heart rates rose. I breathed in his scent wanting to absorb his essence.

"Oh god. I so want you."

I reached between us to find his cock and position it, my fingers simultaneously pushing my thong to the side.

"Uh."

Even the first brush of that self lubricated crown on my pussy was delightful. A promise of joy to come. I felt so wet. So hot.

"Oh my fucking god."

I was suddenly struck by a fear. A question I still didn't have an answer to.

"Wait.

Am I a Virgin?"

I felt rather than heard his laugh but I still didn't get a definitive answer. Then I didn't care anymore.

Weird didn't begin to describe penetration. I knew the feeling of laying over a girl and pressing my cock into her in absolute detail. But to be the one on my back with my legs open as one went into me was the strangest sensation ever.

I thought it would just slip in. A hole made for a cock. The snug fit of a cork in a bottle. Instead, I felt myself being stretched. I sensed the parting of muscles that wanted to grip the intruder while the silky wetness refused to allow grip. It felt incredible. As if I was complete for the first time ever.

"Uh."

My thighs hurt as they were pressed wide and I shuffled my feet around to get a more comfortable position. Above all, I was struck by the sense of violation. The feeling of weakness under the strength of a man. But my god, it still felt good. I was giving myself where before I had been taking something. It was still sex. Still driven by the same primal urge, but the difference in how I viewed it was stark. I had become the willing prey rather than the predator.

"Huh."

He settled himself with a grinding action and I felt full where an emptiness had been before. Unrealised until now. I felt complete in some way.

"You sure you want me to do it?" He asked with gentleness.

It was a question born of his realisation that this was not how it had been for either of us in the past. Our worlds had flipped. But I'd never wanted something so much in my life. It was an instinct I couldn't resist. I was already writhing, moving my hips to garner some vestige of what he would deliver when he did.

"Oh yeah. I so do.

Fuck me.

Please fuck me."

Ash did just that, rocking his hips, gently at first as he eased my muscles into accepting the invasion. Then faster. I felt it all. The thrust of a hard cock moving inside me. The heat and throb of his arousal. I felt his hands holding me down, squeezing my thighs, my tits. His mouth devouring my neck.

"Uh. Uh. Uh."

In a moment, the curious confusion had evaporated. I was absorbed by the desperate need to reach completion. To have him fuck me to the ultimate ecstasy.

"Oh god. Yes."

Over and other his cock shafted me. A beautiful feeling of union. A slick movement that fanned a fire and seemed to stop time itself.

"Uh. Uh. Uh."

I could feel his heat. The pressure from his insertion. And the rhythm. It was awesome both physically and emotionally.

"Harder." I breathed.

My fingers clawed at him as he drove me into a frenzy.

"Uhh."

I tensed as the moment approached. My toes pointed and I gripped him so firmly. For a moment, orgasm hovered just beyond reach as if I were teetering on the edge of a chasm.

"Fuck."

It was a tsunami of joy so intense I couldn't think. One that was instantly bounced into a second wave before the first had passed when Ash came inside me.

We collapsed in a sweaty, breathless bundle of limbs as the feeling passed. I felt so happy as he continued to plant tiny kisses on my neck. His hand softly caressed my tit sending shivers and aftershocks through me.

"Fuck."

I breathed deeply when he finally rolled to my side. Ash was as taken with the new experience as I was.

"That was different.

We should experiment some more."

"What happened to all that reluctance?" I asked with a sudden need for reassurance that this represented more than just sex.

"Yeah. Well. It's fun with a cock. A whole new feeling. And... I've realised I've been a bit of a dick to you. I've always liked you. I just wouldn't admit it."

I kissed his shoulder. The only part I could easily reach with my mouth. It felt good hearing that. I also recognised that I hadn't made it easy.

"I didn't exactly help did I? I never said anything nice that wasn't loaded with sarcasm."

"I'm learning why. I have all this strength and the expectation is that I do all the running. The big brave man who should woo the girl. But it's still frightening that you can say no. Girls have all the power. It's a big ask for us to expose our vulnerability.

Brave face."

I understood that better than ever before.

"A shield against rejection. We both had it in some way. We both felt vulnerable for different reasons. We just let it get in the way."

I let my fingers dance over his chest. I liked being in his arms.

"The orgasm is a bit meh, though." He added.

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you feel it? As a girl, it's more intense. It lasts longer. With you... me..."

He shrugged.

"... With a cock it's all about shooting a load. A lovely, amazing feeling. An urge that can't be resisted. But it's not as... all body."

I thought about it. I did feel that.

"Yeah. I suppose that's true."

He was looking at me with that hunger again. Grinning.

"Turn over. I want to try it from behind."

I glanced down at his cock. Not a sight I didn't know intimately, but suddenly a threatening thing. And also strangely wanted. It was still hard.

"Yeah. Okay."

Getting on all fours was the strangest thing of all. Not a position I'd ever even remotely thought that I'd be in. And a whole new sense of arousal from being exposed.

"Uh."

It seemed more animalistic. More subordinate, as if it was hardwired in me that I should be. It was primal.

"Oh god."

What surprised me was Ash's change of attitude. Suddenly it wasn't all about emptying those balls. His hands were more exploratory. More about teasing excitement from me.

"Mmm."

I felt hot breath on my wetness as soon as he pulled my thong to my knees. Then he licked me. My legs went weak and I shuddered, almost collapsing.

"Huh."

"Oh wow."

It was a deeper tone that came from behind me, but still the distinctive giggle of a girl. A momentary relapse into an old self.

"You're gonna like this. So am I."

He went back to my pussy, planting feathery kisses around it, teasing the gush of juices from inside to leak out onto his tongue as he drew it up the length of my slit. My bum jumped as he finished right on that little tight starfish.

"Uhh."

He was right. I did like it.

"Oh my god. More."

My very first experience of having my pussy eaten out and it was wonderful. I stayed in place, wiggling my backside with delight as he caressed my sex with his mouth.

"Holy fuck. That's good."

That was the position he fucked me in. Eventually. His hands wrapped around my thighs and he pulled me back onto his thrusting cock with force.

"Huh. Uhh. Uh."

My tits jiggled where they hung freely beneath a chest that had the air driven from it each time he entered me.

"Oh god. You're going to make me cum." I cried out plenty loud enough to wake Rosie.

Ash was too close to answer. I sensed his pulsing and knew it was about to happen for him. I got there only a moment sooner.

"Fuck."

The female body is so much more inclined to convulsions. Orgasm is more of a whole-body thing when it's good. And it was good.

I collapsed along with Ash on top of me, his cock filling my pussy with its creamy deposit as I came down from my high.

"Oh fuck." I gasped.

Ash kissed my neck and glided his hands over my sides. It felt ticklish and nice all at once. The one thing I think the old Evie had taken across in becoming the new Ash was the memory that sex shouldn't end with ejaculation. I liked that.

"You're amazing." He whispered.

We lay cuddling after, just talking. Wondering if we'd made too much noise.

"Do you think Rosie heard us?" I asked.

It kind of thrilled me that she might have.

"Hard not to. Probably playing with her Hitachi right now. She always had a curiosity about... my sexual activities."

I could hear how strange it seemed to him that it wasn't him any longer.

"I know. She's always teasing me about whether I'm getting any."

"Well, I guess. Now she knows."

He laughed.

"God. Hopefully not your parents, though."

'Your parents?' Yeah. They were my parents now. How strange that seemed. And also right.

"I thought you said they'd be cool with it."

"I lied."

"Bastard."

I slapped him across his hip, laughing.

Ash kissed me again and made a declaration.

"You have to give me a blowjob later. When this bad boy has recharged.

I stared at what had been my cock. I was very unsure about that. But a change of bodies had come with something else. Despite what my inner self, my memories, told me, the hormones in my bloodstream and the wiring of my brain were still distinctly female. And it had been slowly asserting itself over the determined thoughts that I was really a man. It was a process almost complete. I heard myself saying something I had never expected to say to someone asking for that.

"Okay."

I trembled. Fear? Disgust? Or desire? Everything was suddenly so different. The subtle, relentless change that had been taking place over several days was now reaching its end. And with it came the need to experience everything in full. Of course he wanted me to suck him off. And I was excited to do it. We both wanted that next first.

I put my hand to his meat. It was still sticky and wet from our fucking and it slid around in my fingers as I played with it, willing it to get hard again.

"You're keen."

"First time. I want to get on with it.

Be gentle with me." I teased.

"Not quite." He said.

I looked up slightly unsure of what he meant.

"Not the very first time for those lips."

"First time with me in the driving seat."

I could feel it growing in my hand, becoming stiffer until it stood on its own.

"So, I'm not a virgin then?"

"No. And I've only ever given one blowjob"

"Wow. Only the once?"

"Yeah. That dick, Richard. I was drunk and desperate to find out what it was like. I wish I hadn't. But look at me now. I'm a fucking man. Perhaps I should tell him. Leave him with the idea of a man sucked him off."

Ash laughed and I did see the funny side of it.

"But were you good?"

"I was. Not him."

I'll try to live up to your standards."

"I'm sure you will. And I won't be such a dick about it."

Ash was patient when I took my face down there. For a moment I just stared at that cock. It was a view I'd never expected of any man's organ but here I was, examining it in detail. I wasn't supposed to like it, but I found myself fascinated with the random twitching and the silky smooth crown, unsheathed from his foreskin. I smelled it with each breath and found it arousing where I should have been repulsed.

I was careful when I put my mouth to it, still expecting some revulsion to kick in. Instead, I liked the sensation of it sliding through my soft lips. I liked the feel of it on my tongue.

"Uhh. That's so good."

Ash's evident liking gave me confidence and I took more of it, swirling my tongue around that smooth, soft mushroom shape to have him groaning with delight.

My heart was pounding with excitement as I touched his balls. Ash twitched from head to toe, gasping his enjoyment.

I found a rhythm and rode his cock, enjoying the rub of crown over my tongue and hardness of his shaft in my fist.

I knew the signs when he was getting close. He breathed deeper. His cock became harder and harder. I sensed the sudden silky wetness that tasted slightly of salt.

"Oh god."

He pulled it back to the tip as he throbbed and I sealed my lips around it, letting my hand take him the final way. I felt the sudden contractions in his groin and heard his gasp.

"Uh. Fuck."

I continued sucking and massaging him as my mouth filled with his warm cum. A silky cream that increased with a further involuntary pump when I squeezed his balls.

"Uhh."

I played with it, along with his crown, swirling it around as I eased back and forth on his suddenly over sensitive cock.

"Fuck." He shuddered.

I remembered Rosie's words, that she never swallowed. I was driven to feel differently and took it back eagerly. A final few strokes and I let him free as I sat up with a great sense of accomplishment.

"Wow."

I giggled as I looked up at his face. He was happy. Of course he was. I was fully immersed in being Evie now, but remembered just enough to know the delight of shooting a load into a girl's mouth. And of the times I'd masturbated that cock with thoughts of Evie's lips around it. A fantasy which had finally come true. I just hadn't expected that we would experience it from the opposite side of the tracks.

"Come here."

He snatched at my wrist and pulled me down, rolling to press me to the bed. I was rewarded with a long, lingering kiss full of passion.

EIGHT

"So. Did you do it?"

Sarah was eager to know. That was when I noticed another change overtaking us. I had become the coy one when it came to sex. Evie whom I now viewed without hesitation as Ash was the brash, proud, Jack the lad.

"Oh yeah. Fucking amazing. She's, great."

"Don't say tight," I said.

"Well, you are. That pussy hasn't been used nearly as much as you think."

I felt my cheeks reddening. I'd got that much from Rosie. And his admission before my first blowjob had all but confirmed it. It didn't make me feel any less embarrassed. But what was I embarrassed about? The lack of experience? Wasn't I supposed to be proud of that now I was looking at things from the other side?

"Okay. Enough."

Sarah wasn't letting it go. She was laughing like a deranged idiot at our expense.

"What was it like sucking him off?"

I completed my journey to crimson.

"I'm sure you know what it's like."

"Oh, I do. I just want to know what you thought."

I wasn't so sure she did. Sex just never seemed to interest her. I couldn't remember a time when she'd had a boyfriend.

"Well?" She insisted.

"Did you feel gay?"

"Yeah. It was okay."

I looked at Ash, who expected more enthusiasm. Fuck. I smiled some reassurance as I grasped that step by step, I had fully become Evie.

"Alright. It was better than okay.

And no. I didn't feel gay."

I hadn't. I'm not sure what it feels like to be gay. Probably nothing different if that's the way you're made. But I wasn't, and somehow, it'd still felt right.

Sarah was satisfied with that. And so was Ash. I was just left with the confusion of liking something that should have been abhorrent to me. I'd entered this body as a man, taking with me all my prejudices and obsessions. It'd only been a week and those thoughts, those instincts had ebbed away like the morning tide to be replaced with new ones. That first night I'd looked in a mirror and seen a girl with a man's eyes staring back. Now when I looked into those reflected eyes, I found a girl looking back. What had happened to me?

We hunted for the old woman again, this time staying together as the feeling that it was a pointless search took an even stronger hold. I also had a growing sense that I wasn't sure I did want to find her.

What I liked and what I didn't like played on my mind the rest of the day. By the time we were lying in my bed, I had accepted something I just hadn't been fully aware was happening to me.

"I have to tell you something," I said as I snuggled up.

"Go on."

I hesitated. Wondering how it would be received. I hoped he had the same thoughts. That whatever was transpiring in my head was happening to him. I felt it was. But I could never be certain unless we talked about it.

"I think I've become you."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm thinking of myself as Evie. I'm losing who I am. Or at least, who I was. I still have all the memories. It's just that it's like they belong to someone else."

The man next to me took a deep breath.

"I know. I get up in the morning and I'm Ash. I find it harder and harder to remember what it's like to be a girl.

I stand up to pee without thinking about it." He laughed.

"Just make sure you don't miss the bowl." I sniggered.

"Do you think we're going to be stuck like this?"

He didn't sound as if it worried him that we might.

"I don't know."

I wasn't even sure I cared anymore.

The new Ash considered for a moment.

"Would it be so bad?"

I ran my hand over his stomach, feeling the urge to fuck again.

"No. Not if... we're together."

There it was. That desire for us to be one. It always lurked under the surface for me. Now the feeling was stronger than ever. As if some force of nature was drawing us together. I wanted to be loved. I wanted to be loved by Ash.

Ash had the same thoughts as me, twisting to press me to the bed as his lips came to mine. He kissed me with sensuality that left me dreamy and weak.

"I'm never going to let you go. You're so beautiful."

This time I lay back with my knees raised and wallowed in my ecstasy as only his cock connected us. I closed my eyes and put my hands to my groin, stroking and pressing my vulva as his cock glided in and out of me with a slow precision.

"Huh."

He played around my opening, just his crown and I gasped. Then he pressed in again. No rhythm. Just a playful game of penetrating me only enough to toy between my tender flaps

"Uhh."

He went deeper. I held my thighs as he began to fuck me. Faster and faster. I could feel myself being bounced on the bed and I loved the natural movement of my tits over my rib cage.

"Uh. Uh. Uh."

I still had my eyes closed so I could concentrate inwardly. Above me, he would be staring down, becoming more excited at the gentle movement of my body.

"Uh. Uh. Uh.

Don't stop. Make it last forever." I said as I sank into a delirium of ecstasy.

We fucked into the early hours before finally succumbing to sleep.

NINE

"I found the old woman."

Sarah's voice blared from my phone excitedly.

"Where are you?"

"In the park. Same place as before."

"Fifteen minutes. Keep her there."

I dropped my phone and poked Ash in the ribs.

"Get up.

Sarah's at the park. She's found the old woman."

We dressed quickly and headed downstairs. Rosie was coming in the door for lunch and eyed us with rising humour.

"Must be love. All that noise the last two nights. And still in bed at dinner time."

"When you're horny, you're horny," Ash said with a grin.

"I'm going to tease you forever about all the cries I heard."

Rosie smirked at me and I knew she'd be in my room at the earliest opportunity demanding details.

"After your performance, Mum is going to think I'm the chaste one again."

"Really?" Ash interjected.

"Will you tell her about the game you and Harley played when you first got together. A shag in each room before mum got home?"

Rosie's cheeks matched her name.

"How do you know about that?"

She looked at me accusingly. A blame I was taking for something I had no knowledge of.

"I guessed," Ash added a little unconvincingly.

"Doesn't everyone play that game?"

I hurried him out the door before he said anything else that could incriminate me.

"What was that all about?"

"They set themselves a challenge to fuck in every room when mum and dad were working. They forgot all about me and I came home and caught them at it in the kitchen."

"Really?"

"Yep. Rosie was bent over the table getting shafted from behind when I walked in. I had to eat my dinner off that very spot two hours later. All I could think about was her leaking pussy juice. I've never looked at condiments quite the same since.

"Fuck. I eat off that table now."

"It was six months ago."

"Doesn't help much.

I like the idea of the game though. What do you think? We still have all next week before we go back to college."

"You're on. Only we lock the door. I don't want Rosie walking in on us. She'll still be reminding us about it at our silver wedding anniversary."

"Oh. We're getting married are we?"

"Oh yes. And you're going to pop out two children for us. A boy and a girl. You can know the pain a girl goes through."

"You don't know the pain a girl goes through."

"And I might never know."

Our laughter died in unison at the thought that Sarah might have just ruined that idea.

"Come on. We should get a move on." I said with no enthusiasm.

We found Sarah in the park, directed to the far side when Ash called her for a location.

"She's over there. Come on. Let's get you two sorted out and bring an end to this Jumanji weirdness."

The old woman was just as strange. She was smelling flowers today.

"No, no, no. That won't do at all." She muttered.

"Mad as I hatter," Ash said.

"Shut up. It's shit like that which got you into this situation in the first place."

Sarah went ahead and spoke to the crazy witch.

"Hi.

Remember us?"

One eye seemed to grow bigger than the other as she looked us up and down with more disdain than we looked at her.

"Aye."

"You did something to my friends here. I'd like you to undo it. I want you to change them back to how they were."

Now her attention was fully on us.

"Why?"

"Because what you did isn't natural. It isn't how they should be. It's not who they are."

The old woman shrugged.

"Maybe not before. But now it is."

Sarah shook her head as I considered those last few words deeper than anything before.

"No. They're not.

So why did you do it?" Sarah demanded.

"Coz they were rude."

"Yeah, well sorry 'bout that," Ash said sheepishly.

I took a step forward and made my own apology.

"I am as well. We didn't mean any harm."

She looked at me through eyes that seemed even more ancient than her wrinkled face. Could she really be a witch who was powerful enough to wrench my soul from its body and place it in another one? Evidence suggested she was.

"You want back?

Finished playing with your gal's cunny?"

God. She was a disgusting old bat. This time I kept it to myself. I was busy facing another fear. The woman already knew it. I didn't want to change back? Could I refuse? Did I have the right to?

I looked at Ash, searching for the same doubts in his face. He had to feel the same. It had to be mutual.

When he spoke, he took the lead. I knew the transformation was complete. That we had so become the new people we were, that swapping back was going to be a larger wrench than the first time.

"No. I don't want to. I like this."

He looked straight at me, breathing with relief that he had spoken for both of us. Sarah was open-mouthed. She turned her eyes to me expecting more sanity.

I shook my head.

"Sorry, I like being Evie."

Sarah jumped up and down on the spot in exasperation.

"But you're not Evie.

He is... She is."

There was that confusion on how to recognise our gender again. I wasn't a confusion I felt anymore. I was without any doubt, a she.

"Whatever.

But you aren't."

Again her eyes darted between us looking for some chink in our lunacy.

"Christ. Both of you?

Are you mad?

Either you let her swap you back now or...

Jesus Christ. Think about it. You'll be in the wrong bodies until the day you die."

Ash answered for both of us.

"She is Evie, now. And l'm Ash.

Don't ask me to explain it, but that's how we feel."

Sarah searched for something she thought we hadn't considered.

"What about college?"

"We're doing the same course. So what about it?" I said.

"Family?

You can't just abandon your parents for new ones."

"We won't be. We're an item."

The old woman chuckled, finding the whole thing entertaining.

"When the prince became the frog, he croaked."

"But he changed back into a prince." Sarah protested.

"Nah. That's just a story."

Sarah shook her head in disbelief.

"The whole fucking thing was a story."

The old woman chuckled.

"Not the first part. I wer' there.

Sarah ran her fingers through her hair, lifting it as if she was going to pull it clean out.

"Urgh. You're all mad."

"Sarah. You're our best friend. You always have been and always will be." I pleaded.

"Please. You're the only one who knows the truth. Help us keep the secret and make this work."

I knew she would. Whatever she thought, Sarah was a true friend. I saw the softening in her face as she slowly relented.

"Are you sure about this? Is it really what you want? Both of you?"

The old woman spoke up.

"You change now. Or you never will. The longer you wait. The more you become the other. Always connected. Always separated."

I think we had both worked that out.

"It's what we want," Ash said firmly, squeezing my hand for reassurance.

"It is."

"I give up." Sarah threw her arms in the air, exasperated.

This time we did give her money. None of us wanted to end up swapping bodies with a grasshopper or the spaniel running around looking for a tree to pee up when she angered again.

She seemed pleased but her interest remained on the flowers.

"What's with the Alan Titchmarsh stuff?" Ash asked.

That sailed right over her head.

"You know. The gardener on TV?"

"You think she has a TV?" I asked with incredulity.

The woman plucked a large bloom, seemingly remembering what an orgasm felt like with her sudden joy.

"Yes. Yes. Yes."

Sarah stepped back.

"What are you going to do with that?"

"Watch."

She blew hard and I stopped breathing through fear of her stinky breath. Sarah caught the full force of it and turned away to sneeze as pollen went up her nose and into her eyes.

"What's that for?"

"You'll see.

Everyone gets a prize."

That night, I went back to Ash's home. I saw the parents who had given life to the body now inhabited by the person I loved. They were still the same kind people. And even though they would never know that the soul of their boy was looking at them through the eyes of another mother's child, I didn't feel any loss. No sorrow. I felt the same warmth toward me regardless. They would love me as their daughter from here on, without our ever being able to tell them that in a way, I was.

We went to my old room. I recognised it, but it felt like a foreign land to me now. Something that belonged to a distant dream I couldn't quite catch hold of. It was a wisp that evaded me when I tried to focus.

"I love you so much. I want to be with you forever."

"You will be. Don't you feel it? A link. An attraction that goes deeper than love?"

"Yes."

" I think that's what the old woman meant. That we will always be separated from our true bodies, but that some link at a cosmic level remains which will hold us together through life."

Ash took me in his arms and I melted.

"I don't care what mystical nonsense is behind it. Just so long as we are together.

I love you so much."

We made love again. A deep sensuous entanglement of body and soul. So intense that I couldn't imagine anyone who hadn't experienced this same change would ever feel so connected.

Sarah was texting the next morning, insisting we meet up. Breakfast at McDonald's. We went along hand in hand to find her sitting with a coffee.

"Want anything?"

I looked at Ash hovering by the order screen and considered the calories.

"Just a coffee. No sugar."

Wow. New things I had to consider. This was my body now and I needed to look after it. I slipped in behind the table next to an excited Sarah.

"So? What's the big emergency?"

"I ordered table service." Ash interrupted as he sat opposite.

Sarah was smirking.

"I have something to tell you."

I saw her cheeks colouring and knew a revelation was coming.

"When I left you yesterday, I bumped into someone."

"Who?"

"Remember Amber from school. Big upstairs."

"I remember."

Ash laughed.

"The lesbian one?"

"She wasn't lesbian." I snapped.

"Oh, come on. She so was."

"What about her?" I asked, ignoring him.

Sarah reddened.

"She is a lesbian. I can confirm that. Now."

We both went silent and Sarah sniggered.

"I just bumped into her and we got talking. I haven't seen her since the prom. Anyway, she's been working abroad and has just come home and... we kissed."

"You kissed," I repeated.

I was slow, but it was beginning to dawn on me why I'd never gotten it on with Sarah before. Perhaps if I'd been Evie back then, I might have had more luck.

"You mean you... like girls?"

"I knew that," Ash said proudly.

"I just wondered if you did."

Sarah grinned coyly.

"Oh, I knew. I just hadn't met anyone I wanted to put it into practice with. Now I have."

"So when you said you knew what it was like to suck a dick..."

"I lied." She laughed before screwing her face up.

"Ew. Fuck that. Never appealed to me."

"And... Amber does?"

"Fuck yeah. It was bloody fantastic. And in a way, you two both know that."

Fuck me. That was a bit of a head turner. I suppose we both did.

"I think it was another spell from that witch that made it happen." Sarah went on as our food arrived.

Ash was having none of it.

"That's nonsense."

"Is it? I was so busy thinking about you two morons, I took a wrong turn without realising it. If I hadn't, we wouldn't have met. Or I was guided by magic.

Everyone gets a prize. That's what the old woman said. As weird as I might think it is, you have yours. I think Amber is mine.

"People can't be influenced like that." Ash persisted.

Sarah raised a questioning eyebrow.

"People can't swap bodies either. Can they?"