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"Presto, Change-o" "And for my next trick," the tall scrawny magician voiced out to the audience, "I shall make my young lovely assistant, Ms. Johanssen,disappear." Detective Patrick Leary sat in the audience staring at the two performers. He'd caught the show some twenty times and still couldn't figure out how the "Amazing Cristillo" made his tall assistant disappear. It wasn't only that, but he could saw her in half, make her re-appear off stage only to come walking from the back through the audience strutting her long fish-net encased legs and black high heels down the row like it was some Paris runway. He sat back, took the last sip of his martini, and caught the rest of the show. If he weren't going on a stake-out tonight, he'd have another drink. He reflected on his assignment. There had been a string of thirty jewelry heists across the nation. His detective work had shown that everywhere the magician's act was, jewelry turned up missing the next day. "Hi, I'm Anthony Sellers, chief of security for the museum," the middle-aged man said as he extended his hand for a handshake, "but you can call me Tony." Det. Leary grasped his hand and firm handshake, "I've been in contact with the curator and she say's it's O.K. if I spend the night here. I understand the museum has a rare emerald exhibit on display?" "Yeah. I've got it all taken care of though. Been doing this job for twelve years . . . all by myself," the security chief said, a little resentful that the police were involved with HIS business. "That damned new curator, Linda," he thought. "Has there been any strange deliveries made these last few days?" Det.Leary asked. "Not to the best of my knowledge. Let's check the delivery list though." The two checked and saw there was nothing out of the ordinary brought into the museum the last few days. "Now all we do is wait," the detective said. "Ya want some coffee?" Tony asked. "Naw, I'm fine, thanks," Leary responded as he looked at his watch, "Only freaks are up at this un-godfull hour," he thought. Then he continued, "but do you have any . . . A creaking sound was heard down the hall. "What was that?" "Probably just the wind," Tony responded as he poured the hot water. The storm was beginning to pick up. Then more sounds, like footsteps were heard. The two men felt their stomachs drop. No matter how many times you arrest someone or surprise a thief, you never know how its going to end up. You just do your best to quell the fear and do whats right. Each man withdrew their gun and quietly stepped across the room and down the hallway. They saw a light in a storage room and proceeded towards it. Det. Leary peaked inside and saw the magician and the assistant, Gretchen, holding emeralds and diamonds. The two were smiling and . . . "Freeze! This is Det. Leary of the Metropolitan Police and you two are under arrest." Cristillo turned pale but smiled. Gretchen dropped the necklace she was holding and froze. In what seemed like slow-motion, Cristillo took a button from his cuff and tossed it up in the air. As it hit the ground, bluish smoke rushed from it and immediately filled the room. Detective Leary could make out a black cape and the red underside fluttering up and fired two shots off to the side of where the two thieves had been. He immediately regretted it since the two had posed no real threat. Then he heard a slam and a blinding light eminated from where two wooden boxes had been. Now there was only one box. "I said 'Freeze!'," he yelled again. Tony saw a figure head for the other box and ran towards it. Too late. He tried to open the box that the figure had gotten into but couldn't. He looked down and saw two holes (from where the bullets had hit) and saw a bluish light coming from within. It was beginning to get brighter. Then he looked to the left and saw the other box suddenly appear. He thought for a fraction of a second then hopped inside. After hopping inside the box, the detective got a glimpse of a silhouetted figure trying to pull itself through to the other side of the quickly fading bluish fog-like cloud, wherever this "other side" led to. The back-draft of the opened damaged box forced some of the sweet-smelling mist back and the mist began to engulf a now frantic detective. The mist was swarming all over him and while looking forward, he could see the escaping silhouette desperately struggling to pull itself to freedom. His body began tingling as he thrashed to get back out of the box and abort this strange chase. He could hear a woman screaming deep down in the box where inconsistent patches of mist twisted and disappeared into the blackness. Putting his hand out into this darkness, the detective could feel this bizarre door to another place closing while female cries and screams of "No,no!" faded as the closing completed. Somewhat satisfied that he did some major disruption to the escaping thieves' plan, the detective gathered his senses and with the sweet smell of the mist all over him, emerged from the box. The tingling was subsiding like that of mild electricution and he was still a bit jittery. With the cold metallic side of his gun, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Ouch!", the detective muttered as he nicked himself seemingly from the gun. He staggered in the poorly lit room in search of a light switch and noticed a cold draft blow across his legs. He felt down, still shaken slightly, and felt soft smooth bare skin through what felt like torn nylon stocking-like material. Feeling upward further he felt numb hips, a concave waist, and flat stomach. He reached under his shirt, which was short and loose at the belly, and continued to run his hands up. "What the hell is going on?" he proclaimed inquisitively out loud. Just then Tony came in and turned on the light. "You okay?" Tony asked,then stood with his mouth hanging open. Standing there was Detective Leary, or the face of Detective Leary at least. Below Detective Leary's neck was a dressed woman's body. A body of long slender legs and a shapely figure. Leary looked down, dropped his gun, and pulled the top of the blouse he was now wearing, outward. He peered down into the blouse hoping this was just a clothing change that the mist had somehow caused. "Tony! Christ, Tony! Help me!" he yelled after making the startling discovery. "I don't understand", Tony said, "what did you do? Those are the clothes I just saw Gretchen standing in. It . . . it's some magic distraction. . . It's one of his tricks." "No it's not, Tony, and it's more than just the clothes. I've . . .I've gotten her body somehow. Look at me! [he paused] I went after someone in the box over there. I shot. There was a blue mist all over me. I couldn't get it off of me. [there was long silence] Now look at me. I can still smell that smell. Christ, Tony, I've got her body," Leary cried. He was scantily dressed in the assistant's outfit and wearing only one shoe. "Relax, pal. Let's bring those boxes over here into the light," Tony said as he walked over to one of them. Detective Leary started to walk toward the box which had inflicted the change upon him and tried to budge it. "I can't", he said, "I can't move it. I hardly have any strength. Give me a hand." The two dragged the bullet damaged box to the light first, then dragged the other. As anticipated by both, the boxes were empty except for a woman's shoe in the bottom of one. The shoe matched the one Leary was already wearing. "I've gotta get outta this somehow," Leary said as he pulled up on his blouse as if to try and take it off. He reached down and pulled off the high heel shoe he was wearing, revealing a slender sweaty female foot. "Don't panic, man. There's gotta be a way to activate these boxes. I mean all magicians have secrets to their tricks. Look for a button or something," Tony said as he hit and banged all around the outside of the box. "NO! This was weird I tell you. I heard Cristillo's assistant scream and there was a glowing, smelling blue cloud. I think it was capsules or something that they had with them. It all went crazy. I grabbed what I thought was her arm. [thinking a moment] But I . . . I want to know where MY body went. If it's not in those boxes anywhere, do you think . . . ?" "You mean [he paused] . . . do I think she ended up with your body?" asked Tony. "Yeah.[he paused] If I have her body . . . and I undoubtedly do", the detective said squeezing his thighs together," then if she didn't die in this crazy disappearing act, then maybe she's walking around with my body. [he thought a moment] Hell, that should be easy to spot." Tony replied, "how so?" "An attractive woman walking about town, with hairy legs and no tits. Sounds easy to me," Leary said. "Let's hope so, buddy, but even if we find her, getting back to normal is going to be a challenge even for ol' Cristillo," said Tony, "she's probably going to be harder to find than you think." Getting a chill, Leary said, "Help me find some clothes to change into around here. I can't walk outside strutting around in this, Christ, I'll be the laughing stock of the whole force." "Sure. There's bound to be an old janitor's jumpsuit or something around here but you'll probably be barefoot," Tony said as he pointed down at Leary's shapely feet and painted toenails. [They continued to search] [meanwhile, across town, Leary's body was being discovered] "Ahhhhhhhh," the woman screamed as she stared down at herself. "What happened?" she asked as she looked up at Cristillo. They were always the same height before, 6'1", now she was shorter than him and felt stocky. She looked at the pants and tennis shoes she was wearing and her flat chest. "The box [she pointed to the majic boxes] must have been damaged. We've got to go back and change this." The tall lanky magician approached her and set his hand on her shoulder. "We can't go back yet. We've been discovered. They'll lock us up if we go back." Then he stepped back. "I don't know how this happened, but we'll switch you back." He looked at the emerald he was holding and an idea lit up in his mind. "Look at me!" she yelled, almost going into hysterics. Nothing in her life could have prepared her for this. Her heart was racing. "See if you have any I.D. on you," Cristillo said, trying to get her focused. She reached back and pulled out a wallet. There was a badge in it and a driver's license. Name: Patrick M. Leary Height: 5'8" Weight: 180 lbs. Address: From his date of birth, Gretchen could see he was forty-one years old, a far cry from her twenty-eight years. She felt a headache coming on, or was it a fainting s e n s a t . . . Cristillo caught her and thought, "It's as I figured. I thought I recognized him from the last few acts we've put on." He then looked to the semi-conscious Gretchen, "We'll get your body back, I promise," he lied through his teeth. He smiled revealing a gold-capped front tooth and pencil-thin mustache surrounding his upper lip. ******** Tony rushed around the corner with some clothes he'd gotten from the wardrobe department of the museum. A hodgepodge of clothing styles from different centuries. He handed Patrick a long trenchcoat and some pants made for a manequin. Pat tried them on, sliding his long legs through until he could see his painted toenails and barefeet. The pants were a little "highwater" on him, but at least they fit him (and showed his hips and shapely butt). Then he slid the shirt on which resembled the flowing white shirts that swashbuckling pirates used to wear. Thank goodness Gretchen was wearing a bra. Under any other circumstances, the chance to get his hands on a pair of knockers like these would have him jumping up and down, now that they were his though, he didn't want anything to do with them. "Why the hell didn't you tell me the boxes were transferred here?" he yelled at Tony. Tony's eyebrow furled as he ignored the chastising. "I'm afraid I can't find any shoes that'll fit you," Tony said, still unsure of everything going on. "You'll have to wear those," he pointed at the high heels Gretchen was wearing at the time of the transfer. Considering a storm was blowing outside and the cement was wet, Patrick had no choice. Then he thought, "Even the clothes at the hotel won't fit me." He had to do something . . . and quick! He was actually beginning not to notice the height difference anymore as his mind re-adjusted itself to its new predicament. He snapped out of his daze, "We have to go to the nightclub where they were performing. They'll know where Cristillo is staying." He slid his feet into the high heels as Tony locked the place up and set the automatic alarm. Tony came into the room Patrick was waiting in holding a piece of paper. "This is why I didn't know about the boxes. That damn new curator didn't log it in." The paper read that the boxes had been brought in this morning. ******** "Look,", Patrick said, "my car keys are still on the table over there with my hat. You stay here in remote case the two return. Even though they have a damn nice looking reason to come back, I don't think they're gonna risk getting caught this early in the game. They're porbably just as disoriented on their end once they see what's probably happened to Gretchen. God I hope she survived the switch like I did. I'd hate to be stuck with all of this for the rest of my life." Patrick gazed down at his protruding breasts. "I'm gonna swing by my apartment then head down to the club before they close. Write down my number in case anything comes up. We might want to get hold of Linda too.", Patrick said walking towards the exit. Tony wrote down Det. Learys information and began straightening the room. Patrick walked out toward his car stumbling in the high heels only occassionally. The sound of the heels echoed down the alley which was vacant except for a few hookers on the corner looking on at the detective. Before he could get halfway to his car, he was approached by one of the hookers. Patrick was hardly in a position to make an arrest since his badge and i.d. were gone to Gretchen. Nervous about what was under his mismatched clothes, the detective continued on and tried to ignore the hookers completely until one of them was rather deparate for some business. Det. Leary was apparently the only potential customer in the area. "Hey fella. My name is Candy", said one of the hookers walking right into Learys path. Leary had to stop and look at her. She wouldn't let him pass until he did. "Nice toenails honey," she muttered. Feeling very embarrassed in the heels Leary replied, "Uhh, good evening Candy, look I'm in a hurry, maybe some other time.... we can talk", Leary said. He wondered to himself how a girl could dress as she did, in stockings that stopped at her thighs and a very low cut v necked blouse, then sell herself on the street. He strangely imagined himself dressed like that considering he now could if he wanted to. "Oh. You look like a guy who could use some Candy. I know guys like you need a little Candy once in a while", the hooker said trying to sell her goods. She reached her hand into Learys coat and put her hand on his crotch figuring a quick goose would change his mind. Trying to pull away Leary said, "Please. I have to go". The hookers hand slipped down to Learys inner thigh as he pulled away and tried to make it toward his car once more. She managed to feel the softness through his clothes and thoroughly felt enough to know what Leary didn't have down there. "Your not a.....", the hooker began to say, "hey mister! What are you? Some kind of freak?" "Damn it.", Leary yelled. Leary began running in the heels to his car as fast as he could. He clutched his chest and coat to dampen the bouncing of his breasts. He got in the car and pumped the gas a few times with his awkward shoe. The hookers were congregating in the alley and giggling among themselves, most likely over him. Leary drove past them and as he did they whisteled at him as he went by. "Whew. That was a mess", he thought to himself, " I need to get to the apartment and get in some clothes". As he drove to the apartment he ran his free hand, light and feminine as it was, along the top of his leg. "Sure is soft. Wish it was my other hands feeling this body up with them belonging back to me" He pulled up to the apartment and went in. Once inside, Leary could see his aparment had been reensacked. His closets were missing much of his clothes and on the bed was a suitcase. On his night table was a note. It was from Cristillo. It confirmed his suspicions. It read. "We know your in a desparate position. We want three million dollars in unmarked bills, then we'll discuss changing you back. Meanwhile, you can keep what's in the suitcase as a reminder. We'll be in touch." Leary opened the suitcase. It was full of clothes. Gretchens clothes. There were various kinds of panties, bras and outfits all of which most definitely would fit him now. Figuring he'd keep this mix up as secret and temporary as possible, he did grab some of the panties and a bra more comfortable than what he currently had on. ALl that was given him were lacey and half see- through things but they would do. He then found some of his own older clothes to put on over top. Wearing several pairs of socks, he could wear a pair of his own shoes. Things were a bit baggy on him but perhaps this would do to get him around for now. "Now to get to that club", he thought. *********************** He hopped inside his car. Once again, he felt how tight his slacks were from his pelvis and hips being wider. They fit perfectly at the waiste though. His shirt was also tight against his breasts, being barely able to be buttoned. At least the trenchcoat hid his figure, and his own shoes were easier to walk in. As he drove, he reflected on his current predicament. This was all happening too fast. "Where in the hell am I going to get three million dollars?" His foot stepped harder on the gas pedal as he zoomed down the highway. "This kind of stuff doesn't even happen on the X-Files. If only my ex-wife could see me now. She wouldn't stop laughing." He felt humiliated and embarrassed. "What if I have to keep this body forever? How am I going to explain this to the force?" The only advantage he could see to his current predicament was that he was taller. He had taken the time when Tony was first looking for clothes for him to explore his body. The only thing he could think right now was that Gretchen was a true blonde. He pulled up to the bright neon sign and exited the car. He got out and walked up to the nightclub. A janitor answered the door and after a phone call to his headquarters to confirm Leary was a cop, helped him look for any clues as to where the magician was. They even called the manager of the night club who was home sleeping. It was just 6 am. Usually Leary was tired by now after pulling an all-night stake-out, but his body was full of adrenaline. "I can't find anything here," Maurice, the janitor, said. "Let me look around a little more," Leary replied as he continued looking backstage. All the equipment from the magic act was gone. Nothing was left. Leary looked through the trashcans Maurice had emptied the trash into and found a slip to a hotel. It could have been anybodys in the nightclub, but at least it was a lead. Chances were, most of the people here were locals and it would be the magicians. Besides, the receipt was for two rooms. "So we'll just repair the boxes and I can get my body back," Gretchen said enthusiastically. "It's not so simple. Those boxes were made of special wood," Cristillo lied suspecting the actual reason for what happened was the emerald he now wore around his neck. It had fallen out of Gretchen's bag when she attemped to escape and he only found it when he later inspected the boxes. He could sense its power. He was once a second-rate magician. His inheritance, or robbery rather, of the two boxes which allowed short-range teleporation was made more poignant by the fact that he killed his former mentor who taught him everything he knew just to acquire those boxes. Now he had this ancient emerald. It was the very reason for performing five acts in this place, just to check the scene out and make sure everything went according to plan. "Well, we've got to try. I don't want to stay like this forever." "It's just for a little while. Just till he gets our money. Then we can retire in the Bahamas or someplace and you can marry me." Gretchen was repulsed by the idea. He was a tall and lanky character with no physical build to him at all. His nose was long and crooked and his mustache made him look like a B-rate actor. Hell, now she was stronger than he was with her new body. She hated having the idea of having a penis. She sighed and went to her room to rest. She wasn't quite in the shape she used to be. With the baggy clothes she was wearing though, any man, upon first appearance, would see she had a beautiful face. The fact her body was being used for ransom didn't sit well with her. Leary pulled up to the museum and met Tony there. He explained about the suitcase he had found in his hotel room, the ransom note, and about the hotel receipt he found at the nightclub. Tony had just gotten off his shift and was now free to help Leary out. He hopped inside his car. Once again, he felt how tight his slacks were from his pelvis and hips being wider. They fit perfectly at the waist though. His shirt was also tight against his breasts, being barely able to be buttoned. At least the trenchcoat hid his figure, and his own shoes were easier to walk in. As he drove, he reflected on his current predicament. This was all happening too fast. "Where in the hell am I going to get three million dollars?" His foot stepped harder on the gas pedal as he zoomed down the highway. "This kind of stuff doesn't even happen on the X-Files. If only my ex-wife could see me now. She wouldn't stop laughing." He felt humiliated and embarrassed. "What if I have to keep this body forever? How am I going to explain this to the force?" The only advantage he could see to his current predicament was that he was taller. He had taken the time when Tony was first looking for clothes for him to explore his body. The only thing he could think right now was that Gretchen was a true blonde. He pulled up to the bright neon sign and exited the car. He got out and walked up to the nightclub. A janitor answered the door and after a phone call to his headquarters to confirm Leary was a cop, helped him look for any clues as to where the magician was. They even called the manager of the night club who was home sleeping. It was just 6 am. Usually Leary was tired by now after pulling an all-night stake-out, but his body was full of adrenaline. "I can't find anything here," Maurice, the janitor, said. "Let me look around a little more," Leary replied as he continued looking backstage. All the equipment from the magic act was gone. Nothing was left. Leary looked through the trashcans Maurice had emptied the trash into and found a slip to a hotel. It could have been anybodys in the nightclub, but at least it was a lead. Chances were, most of the people here were locals and it would be the magicians. Besides, the receipt was for two rooms. "So we'll just repair the boxes and I can get my body back," Gretchen said enthusiastically. "It's not so simple. Those boxes were made of special wood," Cristillo lied suspecting the actual reason for what happened was the emerald he now wore around his neck. It had fallen out of Gretchen's bag when she attemped to escape and he only found it when he later inspected the boxes. He could sense its power. He was once a second-rate magician. His inheritance, or robbery rather, of the two boxes which allowed short-range teleporation was made more poignant by the fact that he killed his former mentor who taught him everything he knew just to acquire those boxes. Now he had this ancient emerald. It was the very reason for performing five acts in this place, just to check the scene out and make sure everything went according to plan. "Well, we've got to try. I don't want to stay like this forever." "It's just for a little while. Just till he gets our money. Then we can retire in the Bahamas or someplace and you can marry me." Gretchen was repulsed by the idea. He was a tall and lanky character with no physical build to him at all. His nose was long and crooked and his mustache made him look like a B-rate actor. Hell, now she was stronger than he was with her new body. She hated having a dick. She sighed and went to her room to rest. She wasn't quite in the shape she used to be. With the baggy clothes she was wearing though, any man, upon first appearance, would see she had a beautiful face. The fact her body was being used for ransom didn't sit well with her. Leary pulled up to the museum and met Tony there. He explained about the suitcase he had found in his hotel room, the ransom note, and about the hotel receipt he found at the nightclub. Tony had just gotten off his shift and was now free to help Leary out. "Look, Tony said, "we have to be very careful. After reading that note, it sounds like he's serious about that money." Slamming his hands on the steering wheel Leary shouted, "What the hell can I do to make that kind of money? Look over there. Even those hookers can't sell enough goodies to make that kind of dough." "Hey calm down. I know we have to be damn careful with this magic guy. He's already a thief and a blackmailer and I don't think he stop at being a murderer either. If he wipes out Gretchen, youre stuck with that set of tits and the whole nine yards. We've gotta bait him some more or give him a partial payment somehow. He's gonna get impatient if I know his kind right, said Tony with his hand on Learys soft delicate shoulder. "Yeah . . . I know. Sorry for the outburst. This damn set up has me moody and everything else. Christ, that's right! I might be on the verge of a period or something. What the hell am I gonna do when all of that shit starts? [he paused] Okay, buddy, let's get up to that hotel. I can use a bite to eat to. I don't know about the body I lost, but this one is starving," Leary said. The two cops headed to the hotel and stopped in a doughnut shop for some coffee and some doughnuts. Learys figure was staying hidden fairly well under the coat. After some coffee and doughnuts and some casual chat without blurting out any case details, Leary needed to relieve himself. "I'll be right back, Leary said. "Where ya going?" Tony asked. "To the john. I'll be right back, Leary repeated. Not thinking anything of it, Leary went into the mens room. To his disappointment, there were no stalls in the mens room. All the room contained was a grungy stained dripping sink, a smeared mirror, and a urinal on the wall with a hockey puck air freshener and some soggy cigarette butts. As he started to reach down Leary thought, "Shit! How the hell am I going to do this?" He reached over and locked the door to the room then walked over to the urinal and took his coat off. His breasts pushed out the shirt effortlessly and he started to unbutton his pants. "I gotta do this somehow," he whispered to himself. He pulled his pants all the way down revealing his bare shapely legs and panties which fit him so snuggly and perfectly at no choice of his own. He pulled the lacey panties down in humility then turned his back toward the urinal and backed toward it. He straddled it and began a feminized urination where one was never intended. He heard jiggles at the doorknob and knocks at the door by one of the truckers needing to come in. "Hey pard-ner, whatcha doin in there," an impatient man yelled. The doorknob jiggled and the door surprisingly opened. The crouched Leary, just finishing with the panties and pants down around his ankles and his blonde muff showing, felt a surge of adrenaline and hurried to pull up his panties. " Fella, you've got you one serious problem," the trucker remarked, then yelling to one of his friends at the table the trucker yelled, "hey Zeke, come on in here a minute, you gotta see this." Leary quickly pulled up his clothes and buckled them before darting out of the menUs room blushed with embarrassment. "Excuse me," Leary said, "I've got to go." As he ran by the trucker, the trucker slapped Learys ass and made a comment. "Hey take that, who- or what- ever you are", the trucker said. "I don't know what to make of you but you've got one fine ass and bush on you. Leary ran to Tony and they both left immediately. "Come on, Leary said. "What the hell happened in there?" Tony asked. "That big guy saw my, or should I say Gretchens snatch, with me staring back at him, panties down. Man what a weird feeling! I didn't even want to begin to explain, Leary said. "Let's get down to that hotel." Meanwhile at the hotel, lying in her bed, Gretchen found it hard to sleep. As she lay there with the blankets pulled up over her masculine hairy self, she reflected on what it was like to dress in her frilly outfits and lingerie and the audiences who would watch her as she did the acts with Castillo. If the acts were terrible, her gorgeous body made the evening worth the price of admission. She thought of her former womanhood and where it might be and most of all what it might be doing. As she turned over on her stomach the flatness of the mans chest she now possessed pushed wide and shallow into the mattress while a sensitivity between her legs pushed down into the mattress. She bent her legs to curl up only feeling the hair scrape the sheets and the mush of testicles between her legs. As she moved about she could feel a thickness growing as a mild erection spontaneously started. She thought of perhaps satisfying herself with one her strong hands just to get rid of the problem but the idea of mess and the smell stopped her. She mumbled to herself, "my body . . . my beautiful beautiful body." If only I could just know it was okay. Detective Leary and Tony were already on the way upstairs. Castillo wasn't suspecting they'd be on to him so fast but he was ready for anything. Rooms 209 and 210 were the rooms which held the two suspects. Gretchen was in room 209 while Castillo was in 210. "We'd better try Gretchens room first," Larry suggested. "If it's all the same to you, I'd like to go in there alone. You can stand watch in case she tries to make a break for it, although I doubt she will," Leary said. They got to the rooms and stopped at 209. They tapped lightly at first as to not stir any suspicion in Castillos room. There was no response. They knocked louder on the door. Inside, Gretchen awoke. She got up, wrapped a lavender robe around herself and peered out of the peep hole. Outside she saw the two men awaiting a response. One of the men had an unmanly stance about him and soft lady-like hands. Gretchens hands! "Open up!" , Detective Leary said in a low voice, "this is the police. Gretchen are you there? I need to talk to you. I know what happened. I know you're not all YOU." Leary blurted to remove any doubt of his identity. "It's him. The man whose got my body, Gretchen whispered to herself. Out of desperation, she unlocked the door and let Leary in. "It's you. Please, please, change us back, Gretchen pleaded. "Shhh!" Leary whispered, "I don't like this set up any more than you but we've got to figure out how to get changed back. Do you know how?" "Yes. It's the emerald. We need the emerald. I know how to use it. I know all of his tricks. I have to you know. Oh, we've got to go get it, NOW!" Gretchen said frantically. "Keep your voice down, Leary said waving his feminine hands in the air. Castillos next door. He'll hear us then god knows what he'll do with that emerald if he knows how desperate we are." "Oh let me see. Let me see my beautiful body. I miss it. Is it alright?" Gretchen asked. "Yes. It's fine. It's more than fine. It takes a lot of getting used to, Leary said. "Let me see it. Please. I just want to see part of me again, said Gretchen. "We'll if it'll keep you contained emotionally, I guess," Leary replied as he took off his long coat and started unbuttoning his shirt. He took off his shirt and revealed his boobs encased in the lacy bra to Gretchen. Gretchen looked on, clasped her stocky hands and bit on one the big knuckles as she looked. "I miss it so, said Gretchen, "I miss the softness and the slenderness of my legs. I miss my femininity. I was going to be a model once I got out of the magic business. Look at you. My breasts are so beautiful. Can I touch them? I miss it all so," Gretchen was again fighting an erection, but not for long. This time she let it happen. She couldn't hold back the masculine demands that the body she possessed had. She began feeling fully, a mans desire. She reached out to touch one of the breasts which she once called her own. "What . . . What are you doing?" Leary said. "I just have to feel . . . ME. Or the me I knew. It's not the same using some one elses hands. The feel . . . well it isn't the same. It gives me a different kind of reaction, Gretchen said. "Yeah. I know the what you're referring to. You'd better stop before you find it impossible to stop, Leary said. "I feel that now. I want it back. I want to touch it all," Gretchen said as she ran both of her manly hands up and down the sides of her former female torso. Leary pulled the hands away but Gretchen moved forward and caressed him. She held in her arms the body which was once hers. Looking at the beautiful face of Gretchen, Leary responded with an embrace and a kiss. Gretchen pressed a hard crotch against Learys concave hidden femininity. She ran her two strong hands down and began squeezing Learys soft ass. Just then Learys eyes opened wide as he took a last and successsful effort to fight his womanly surrender. "Stop!" he yelled. "What are we doing? This attraction is natural and nothing else. We've got to get that emerald." A ruffle was heard in the adjoining room. Gretchen pulled back and wiped sweat from her brow. "I . . . I have to fight these urges. You're right. [she paused] I want to feel me as ME not as YOU. I . . . I have a problem though, between my legs." Leary said, "It's natural, Gretchen. You're feeling my manhood react to this body of yours, Leary continued as he put back on his shirt. Maybe you can use the strength you've got there to hold down Castillo long enough for me to find that emerald. The two went out into the hall to meet Larry who was trying to be inconspicuous. "What took you so long detective?" Larry asked. "Oh nothing . . . nothing . . . Gretchen and I had a little chat that's all...yeah a chat," Leary said. "She wants to cooperate fully it looks like." "I say on the count of three we bust in room 210 and cuff him, Larry said. "Oh no. Don't do that!" Gretchen responded, "he's very quick on his feet and he's not dumb. He probably already knows we're out here. Inside room 210 Gretchens predictions were true. Castillo heard every word. Tied to the doorknob to his room was a string which ran across the room to a large and heavy bookend on the bookcase. Sitting on the floor was the emerald, positioned perfectly in the path of what could be a falling bookend triggered by anyone entering the door. Castillo has rigged the fate of the necessary element for Gretchen and detective Leary's return to normalcy. "On three we'll burst in," Leary said, "ready . . . one, two, . . . . three." They all followed into the door breaking the molding slightly thus freeing the deadbolt. As the door flew open and with Leary seeing immediately what was set inside, Leary yelled, "Hold up. It's a trap!" It was too late. The momentum from Gretchen and Larry pushing from behind couldn't stop the door from triggering the string and the bookend the shelf. Gretchen was next to see, almost in slow motion, the attached bookend at the other end of the string, fall to the floor. "Wham! Crunch!" as the bookend landed on the floor AND the emerald which were so strategically placed. Pain shot through the necks of both Detective Leary and Gretchen. Larry took a quick glance, first at a caped Castillo running into the back room, then over to his two partners. "What's happened? Are you two okay?" Larry asked. "I saw him. He ran in the back." With the sharp pain Gretchen and Detective Leary looked at each other thinking this repeat of the original pain they felt meant they were switching back. A loud laugh came from the back room. While Larry ran to chase Castillo, Gretchen took a quick inventory of the body she possessed. She looked at her hands quickly then popped the buttons of the shirt she was wearing. Both actions showed her worst fears. She still had the body of Detective Leary and looking at the Detective, she could see he still had hers. "It's . . . it's permanent now," Gretchen shouted in terror and tears. "What do you mean?" Leary said in ignorance of the magic which took in it's permanant form. "The emerald . . .," Gretchen said walking over to the crunched pieces on the floor. "It's smashed and any transfers it has made are irreversible without it." Gretchen sat on the floor with her feminine face in what were now permanently her manly hands. "You mean I'm stuck like this?" Leary asked. "Yes. Were fused to these bodies for good," replied Gretchen. "I'll kill that bastard. Where is he?" Leary said awkwardly running down the hall to find Larry. "I've got him trapped here," Larry yelled from another room. He had Castillo dead ended hanging on a ledge high above a busy street of cars. Larry continued, "It looks like he can't go anywhere either. Maybe when we capture him we can strip him of his magic tricks and force him to find another way to change you two back." "Yeah, maybe . . ., said the detective. "Wait. He's slipping." Larry shouted as he reached out the window in an attempt to bring in the prisoner. Suddenly Castillo got a horrified look on his face as both of his hands left the ledge. Castillo began falling to the two and a half stories to the ground. As he fell he reached in his cape seemingly confident that he had another one of his tricks which could save him. Picking up speed as he neared the ground Castillo revealed an inside-out, empty pocket. Whatever the device was which would apparently save him, it was not there. Screams of terror came from the street and from Gretchen as everyone witnessed the death of The Great Castillo.