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What Goes Around, Cums Around (A Story of Erotic Vengance) by Raven and Snoopbone ********** It is often said that there is a thin line between love and hate. What is it that separates one from the other? What is it that pushes a person from one side of the line to the other? Perhaps it is power . . . or the perception of power. Perhaps it is the person who does not have the power to change the circumstances of their life who learns to love those same circumstances as a way of coping. Perhaps it is the person who does have the power to change their life who develops a loathing as a way to spur them in to action. What would happen if the balance of power were suddenly and drastically shifted? What would happen if people who are on one side of that line suddenly find themself on the other? You would have a story of erotic vengance most foul . . . This is such a story. ********** Jimmy clenched his eyes a little tighter and bit his lower lip. Oh, God . . . Heather gives great head, he thought, as she bobbed up and down on his swollen shaft. The bolts of sheer pleasure that shot through his body were not enough to deter his mental musings. I don't know how she does it, but it's wonderful. It feels fantastic knowing that I have this beautiful girl who will go down on her knees for me. All she thinks of is pleasuring me. Yeah . . . this is the life, Jimmy thought to himself! He snaked his hand into Heather's hair so that he could hold her head in place. This was the ultimate! Jimmy exploded in to a massive ejaculation. He smiled in the dim light, when he heard the sounds of Heather slurping down his warm sticky seed. Later Jimmy laying down in bed next to his current girlfriend. Heather was a knock-out of a girl. She was thin, but stood only 5' tall. Her dirty-blonde hair, which was cut into a Jennifer Aniston style shag, made up a total package of staggering beauty. To Jimmy she was so much more. Heather the best looking girl in all of Carolina High School, and she was the captain of the cheerleading squad. Jimmy got to bang the best looking girl on a regular basis. He got even better bragging rights because she of her standing with their peers. Jimmy had really lucked out when he wooed her into going out with him. He could be the most romantic person in the world . . . when he wanted to be. That gift served him well when communicating with the silly girls in high school. Their sentimental hearts just melted to poetic words, when all they got was the unrefinded, crude remarks of every other guy in high school. All of Jimmy's friends said that he could charm the panties off of a nun. He faked interest, and got her in his hands. Now, after she had fallen head over heels in love, Jimmy probably had Heather's heart for the rest of her life. She was in love with Jimmy, and couldn't help it. It was like one of those talk shows were the beaten wife stays by her man because she still loves him. Jimmy's charm quickly waned after the initial seduction. He hadn't been really nice to her since then. He treated her like a dumb blonde. Jimmy only kept Heather around to feel important, and to show her off in front of all the guys. He made her wear tight clothes to show off her awesome body. He made her wear outfits that turned him on. Overalls with belly shirts, a pierced belly button, and the crowning glory . . . her feet. As fate would have it, Jimmy had a foot fetish. It was more like an obsession. As such, he demanded that Heather keep her feet in immaculate condition. He kept her toenails perpetually filed, shaped, and painted with sultry pink polish. Onto this he added sexy toe rings, and ankle bracelets. Their sex play always started with Jimmy's care and treatment of her feet . . . all of the way down to a cleaning with his tongue and mouth. Heather, for her part, hated this part of their "relationship." The toerings and whatnot, along with the 6" spiked heels, were a constant source of discomfort. All in all, Jimmy treated her just as her she appeared to be . . . a bimbo! However, lately he had taken to treating Heather like a sex slave. It wasn't passionate love that he was seeking, but blow jobs and one sided affairs. He only used the illusion of a caring relationship to lure her into is power. Now she didn't have the willpower do anything about it. Her desperate hopes and dreams wouldn't let her. Heather would stay with Jimmy for life, in the dwindling hope that her dreams would come true. However, those hopes and dreams didn't blind her to the realities of her situation. This isn't fair, Heather thought, on her knees again after a brief respite in bed. Once we start to get physical, and he finishes with my feet, Jimmy pushes me down on him. I have to get on my knees and give him head. I never get anything out of this relationship but heartache, and a mouthful of cum each night. It's just not fair. I wish there were something I could do about all this. Her knees were killing her. Heather was stooped, down pumping his cock with one of her little hands, while fondling his balls with the other. She kept a steady beat by bobbing her head up and down. All of this added to the insult that she felt. It was just so demeaning for her to get on her knees all the time. The only sexual pleasure she got out of this relationship, aside from the occasional slap upon her tear drop, wiggly ass, and a breast squeeze when he wanted to get off, was the self satisfaction she gave herself after Jimmy fell asleep. It just wasn't fair. He treats me like a bimbo, and never loves me like I love him. He makes me give him head at the drop of a hat. That hurts me off more than anything. He doesn't know what it's like. How it makes me feel so powerless. I can't take this anymore. I have to find a way out of this life . . . but stay with Jimmy. But how can I . . . ugghh? Before she could finish her thought, a blast of Jimmy's semen came exploding in her mouth. It was the last straw she could take . . . Heather had enough of it all. Jimmy rolled over, smiling at her, "As good as always, my little cum-slut. You must really like doing that." Heather despised that damned nickname. It made her so angry to be called a "Cum Slut." Jimmy acted like he was kidding her, but it was in reality a trick to call her that, and test her subserviance. It wasn't working anymore. Heather didn't like it. She got up, as Jimmy rolled over to go to sleep, and went outside to sit on the porch. Jimmy's parents, the Thomas', wouldn't be home tonight. The had left on a weekend trip, giving Jimmy the run of the mansion. She wasn't ready to head home to her folks home on the wrong side of the tracks. Sure, she would catch hell from her Mom and Dad for being out all night, but what could she do? There weren't many options for her. A girl's face and figure only lasts so long. That rule even applied to her . . . Heather Black. Maybe even more so! Heather's exceptional face and body were truly her only assets. With a C- average at school, scholarships to a college were definately out of the question. Her folks definately didn't have the funds to spring for an education after High School. The only thing the future held for someone like her was a job as a waitress at a truck stop, or, if she was lucky, as a stripper at the club on the outskirts of town. That's where Jimmy came in. His family was the richest in town. Hell, the owned over half of the town! If she could get him to fall in love, propose, or even get her knocked up, her whole life would change. She . . . Heather Black would have access to all of that Thomas money and power. Heather padded through the Thomas' well appointed kitchen on the way toward the porch. Yes . . . she could get used to all of this! The only problem was that Jimmy knew exactly how powerful and rich he was. That translated into a certain arrogance, and tendency to use people. Jimmy had left in his wake a trail of girls that he had used for his own pleasure, and then through away. The only reason that Heather had lasted this long was that she was the best looking girl in the whole area. That gave her the in that she needed to get him to fall in love with her. That was why she was putting up with all of his shit! Unfortunately, Jimmy's idea of a romantic evening was playing with Heather's feet to get himself turned on, and then making her suck his dick. After he got his second wind, she either had to blow him again, or lay there while he fucked her tits. The only thing worse than getting a mouthful of cum, was getting it on your face in in your hair! That reminded Heather. She fixed herself a drink to get the taste of Jimmy's warm salty seed out of her mouth, before exiting onto the porch. She just sat there trying to figure out her life. It wasn't that she didn't like doing as Jimmy asked. She did get some pleasure from it, but never satisfaction. Jimmy only rarely penetrated her . . . rarely made love to her as man is supposed to do. And so it went. Jimmy exercised his power over her to get her to indulge his whims, in the fading hope he would love her. What would happen when he went off to college next year? That though made Heather shiver. She already knew the answer . . . she would be trapped! If there was only some way to make Jimmy see. The realtionship is a two way street. It shouldn't be about serving his selfish needs. He shouldn't use her hopes and dreams to degrade her on a nightly basis. Heather looked up at the sky, staring at the stars. She continued to sit, and searched the darkness for some guidance. She spoke up, not caring who heard obviously, "God help me out of all this. I love Jimmy, and I want to stay with him. Give me some help. I can't continue to live like this. Jimmy doesn't know what he's doing to me. It's so hard to live my life and do what he wants ALL the time. If only..." With that statement a shooting star came swishing past her line of vision. Heather found herself thinking about what to wish for. She remembered reading somewhere that shooting stars were expected for tonight. Heather fantasized about what she would wish for, if she should wish for anything at all. "Maybe it's God's way of helping me," Heather concluded, under her breath. "Oh well, what can it hurt. Here goes, I wish...hmmmm" Heather scratched her head for what seemed like forever. Suddenly it hit her. "Here's what I wish for. I wish that Jimmy and I would switch places. I wish that he could just see what he puts me through." The shooting star zipped out of view, continuing it's path across the skies. "I guess I was just being foolish, wishing on a star and all. But hey...I'm just some dumb blonde cheerleader. I might as well face it, I'm only good for a piece of a ass, and a good blow-job. If it only it would come true. I'd give him a taste of his own medicine. The shoe would be on the other foot then." After finishing her drink, Heather went inside. She returned to the upstairs, but stayed in the bathroom for a long, long time. She noticed all the things about herself that she hated. She truly hated how beautiful she was. It wasn't all it was cracked up to be. She hated being treated like a ditz just because she was a cheerleader . . . a pretty one at that. However, most of all, she hated how short she was. Her stature helped her out as a cheerleader because it enabled her to do flips and jumps easier. Nevertheless, being 5' tall was no picnic. Jimmy's 6'3'' frame powered over her. There was no doubt in her mind that it also affected her confidence levels. He was SO intimidating. Heather loathed how sexy she was. It made people think that there was nothing between her ears other than air. Her whole body was appealing. She had an awesome body, in fact. Heather was well shaped. She had a nice pair of breasts. Not too big or small. However, her butt was erection causing. It was so round, and it wiggled every time she moved. Heather's hips would sway. Her breasts would bounce up and down seductively . . . truly poetry in motion. Yet, she would trade it all for a future to look forward to. The disadvantage of being small became obvious when she kicked and danced her way through the cheers. Heather's tiny feet would be moving so fast that it caused her to be overly tired. By the end of the game, she felt exhausted. Overall she had to work as twice as hard as taller people in order to get the same job done. Of course, Jimmy didn't care. He just wanted her to put out for him while she was wearing the cheerleading uniform. He called it a turn-on. "Putting out" for Jimmy was a little dance, feeling her up and then a good blow-job. Heather looked down at her small feet with her pink toenails and toe rings, and shrugged her shoulders. Jimmy even wanted her to get tattoos on her ankles. So far she had resisted . . . her parents would kill her! "These feet are so tiny. I can't even wear shoes that are normal. It's impossible to find size 5. I wish Jimmy COULD get a chance to walk in my shoes with these feet. He is the one with the foot fetish. It would be so funny to see him have a pair of girl's feet for himself." Heather giggled, "It would probably turn him on having these feet. It would serve him right." After finally tiring of looking at her tiny feet, and the rest of her sexy body, Heather went to bed. She crawled in next to Jimmy, shutting her eyes . . . hoping that things would work out. The next morning, Heather awoke to the buzzing of Jimmy's alarm clock. It was rather odd because she was usually one to sleep right through the alarm. Just another day in paradise, Heather thought sarcastically to herself. A Friday at that. I guess I had better get a start on the day, so I can get ready for the big game tonight. She would have to wear her uniform to school for the pep rally. In the back of her mind she knew that Jimmy would want a blow job . . . right after she danced for him in my tight cheerleading outfit. Heather again bemoaned just how far she had to demean herself to earn the love of one guy. As soon as Heather rose from the bed, she noticed something that didn't quite seem right. She had a feeling of being out of place. She didn't dislike the feeling. Actually, it was quite intoxicating, although she couldn't EXACTLY why. Heather stood up on the floor, and noticed that all of the stuff in the room seemed to be much, much smaller. It was weird for someone of her petite stature to find things small. Heather dismissed the sense of disorientation as the groggy effects of just waking up. She never was a morning person, although she felt positively invigorated now. There was a full length body mirror on the way to the beathroom. She smiled half-heartedly to Jimmy when she saw him reflected in that mirror, thinking that it was him just standing there. Then it hit her. Wait . . . a . . . minute, she screamed in her mind. How did Jimmy get here before me? Heather jumped back to the mirror and stared at Jimmy's stunned reflection in the mirror. Now it was HER reflection! His large male body, and stunningly handsome looks were all there, moving as she moved. The effect of suddenly becoming a 6'3'' man was shocking enough. It paled in comparison to seeing herself AS her boyfriend Jimmy, instead of as her normal small feminine self. It pushed her over the edge into hysteria. Heather stood there with her mouth open staring at Jimmy's naked body. Then a delightfully wicked thought popped into her mind. It worked! My wish worked! "If I'm Jimmy, then that must mean that Jimmy is . . . ME!!!" she said aloud in Jimmy's exact voice. Heather ran into the bedroom, her large penis slapping at her virile balls all of the way. At this point she didn't even care about the slight twinges of pain. She was a man!! She stared at the bed that she had just gotten out of. There was a person still asleep in it . . . a person who had slept through the alarm. It was Jimmy alright, but to the all of the world it was Heather. He was all balled up in the bed in the fetal position that Heather always slept in. The tiny body seemed so sweet and innocent, and Heather couldn't help but laugh to herself. Mulitpile possiblities boiled to the surface, all at once. "It's actually happening. I'm him. He's me. He is trapped inside my little body, and I get to take charge of this relationship. I get to be the man now. He's nothing but some air-headed bimbo that can't help but give her boyfriend head everynight. Ha, ha! He's got my role now. I'm the man . . . no more taking orders. No more on my knees. He'll be on his knees. His pretty knees giving me a blow-job. He'll be the one with the tiny body, and the even tinier feet. Walk a mile in my shoes and you will never, ever look at me the same way. Yeah . . . cause they are YOUR shoes now Jimmy. And those are YOUR feet." Heather was drunk with the power of her new, very male body. All of her frustrations and shame from Jimmy's treatment of her were now fueled by a healthy dose of male hormones and agression. She saw her lover in a totally new light. "How dare he treat me like that!" she stated allowed. Jimmy, still in Heather's body, did not stir. In a matter of seconds, shame and frustration became anger. Anger became rage. And finally, rage became full fledged hatred! Now Heather understood that her love of Jimmy was borne of resigned acceptance of her circumstances. She hadn't the power to change either Jimmy or his behavoir. She had the power now. In fact, she had it in spades! To emphasize the point, Heather flexed both of her new biceps in a traditional body builder's pose. Two well developed muscles formed on her upper arms. Suddenly, an equally well developed muscleformed between her legs. The new found power finally resulted in sexual arousal. "Mmmmmmh," moaned Heather, thrilled with the intense sensation of her first male erection. It was so overwhelming . . . so insistent. It needed attention, and it needed it right way. Heather was only just beginning to understand why Jimmy was so obsessed with her sucking his cock. By this time, Heather was stroking her new glorious manhood with long lingering strokes. It felt so fantastic. And if this felt so good, how much better would it be to have her former lips wrapped around it. She glanced over at her old body sleeping in the bed with an evil grin. All of the while, she continued to pump her cock into a raging hard on. Jimmy's body repsonded instinctively, releasing a flood of testosterone in to her system. The hatred of Jimmy bloomed anew. Yes! She had the power to change things now. She would literally give him a taste of his own medicine. Heather kicked the bed, shouting, "GET UP CUM SLUT! TIME FOR YOUR MORNING FEEDING!" She got goose flesh from the mere fact that she was able to use that hated name on him now. Jimmy began to stir in the bed. Heather realized suddenly what she had done in the heat of sexual excitation and rage. Jimmy was rousing from his slumber, and she had not figured out a game plan to make him suffer for what he had done to her. In a matter of moments, he would become fully awake. Jimmy would know what had happened to him. It's funny that for some people, in times of extreme crisis, time seems to actually slow to a crawl. Heather had never been like that. In comparison, in times of stress, Jimmy had always been serene. Obviously, Jimmy was one of those types of people, and Heather now had his body. Instead of panicking, she felt . . . calm. Her course of action became crystal clear. She would drive Jimmy insane by pretending that she was actually Jimmy! Hell, Heather knew every aspect of his life, and she could pull it off effortlessly. Yes, she would pretend that she was Jimmy, even to Jimmy! She would convince him that he really was Heather, living Heather's desperate existence. He was just imagining that he had been Jimmy . . . it was all a dream. Body switches are impossible after all, weren't they? The way to get to Jimmy would be through his new feet. Jimmy was having trouble fully waking. What is wrong with me, he thought? I never this groggy in the morning. I'm usually so full of energy. Why did I sleep through the alarm clock? Through the fog in his head, Jimmy started to experience strange new sensations coming from his body. There was no morning hard on, although he did feel an odd pressure from inside his body. There was a feeling of something heavy on his chest pulling him forward. There was long blonde hair in his eyes, and in his mouth. Jimmy moved to see what the hell wa going on, but when he did, the weights on his chest . . . jiggled? "Good morning, sleepyhead," came a strangely familiar male voice to his right. Jimmy turned his head, and instinctively lifted his hand to brush the long hair out of his eyes. His forearm brushed something soft on his chest. He didn't have a chance to reflect on that obstruction because his stunned eyes beheld his own body standing by the bed, grinning at him. "Wha . . ." Jimmy started to say, but all he heard was Heather's voice. "W- who are you?" The Jimmy body said, rather non-chalantly, "What kind of game is this, Heather? You know exactly who I am. You've seen me naked lots of times." In that, Heather wasn't lying! "Heather?" blurted Jimmy, his new voice betraying him. "I-I'm n-not Heather. I'm Jimmy!" Where previously, in his own body, Jimmy would have been calm under stress, he now had Heather's body. That included her inabilty to cope with stress, as well as her ability to think. Jimmy, as a consequence was finding it very hard to focus or think straight. He was starting to panic! "Ha! That's a good one Heather. Unfortunately, we don't have time for these games. Now get over here and give me a blow job before we have to go to school!" Heather demanded from inside Jimmy's body. Jimmy protested the compelling evidence before his eyes. "T-this isn't h- happening. I have to be d-dreaming that I'm inside H-Heather's b-body!" The anxious tone of Jimmy's very feminine voice, along with the text, was enough to convince the real Heather that Jimmy was confused. It was time to press the situation. A little more pressure might snap his tenoius grip on reality. He was close to a nervous breakdown. The very thought of what was about to happen gave new life to Heather's wilting cock. She smiled, reaching out her long male arm across the bed to her old body. "Take my hand Heather. This isn't a dream. You're in my bed, in my house. You're just confused . . . that's all. Come and see for yourself." Jimmy's head was spinning. He didn't know what to do, so he reached up toward that hand, accepting the invitation. When he did, he saw his own slender, girlish arm reaching out. At the end of that arm was small petite hands with long, pink frosted fingernails. Suddenly, he felt himself being pulled into a standing position by his doppleganger's strong arms. Jimmy scrambled to his feet, and thought he would go mad when he felt large breasts swaying with each movement of his body. Now he stood next to his look-a-like's body. It towered over him. "H-Heather? Is that you in there?" asked Jimmy, refusing to believe what he was seeing, hearing and feeling. "I'm Jimmy, you're boyfriend. You're Heather . . . see?" Heather pulled him in front of the full length mirror. He, Jimmy, just stood there in stunned amazement staring at the image in the mirror. The voluptious naked image of Heather Black stared back at him! Heather took a position behind Jimmy. She could see her own male reflection in the mirror to the rear of Jimmy. She got extremely turned on as she watched Jimmy touch his new face, breasts, and vagina to confirm that this was really happening. "You see. It's no dream. All real!" confirmed Heather in Jimmy's voice. "Y-you switched bodies with m-me, didn't you Heather. H-how? Give me back my body?" replied Jimmy, now satisfied that this wasn't, in fact, a dream, or more accurately, a nightmare. "C'mon now Heather. Have you ever heard of such a thing? Body switching is impossible," asked Jimmy's doppleganger. Jimmy was cornered by the logic trap. His look-a-like was right. Such a thing was impossible. If that was true, how could he be like this? "I-I'm Jimmy . . .I know it . . ." protested Jimmy weakly. He was careening toward a full scale nervous breakdown now. If body switching was impossible, then the only possible answer was that . . . he really was Heather? "You are just upset. We had a fight last night. You thought that I was just going to use you for sex, and then dump you when I go away to college. You must have just dreamed that you were Jimmy, that's all." "I-it seemed so real. It can't be just a dream because I know everything about Jimmy . . . I mean me! I have years and years of memeories." Heather was really pushing now. Jimmy's use of his own name in the third person was the first break. Just a little more! "I should hope so. I spent hours and hours telling you everything about me. That's why it seemed so real. You know that time is distorted in dreams. What seems like hours inside a dream is only a few minutes in reality." Jimmy shook his head, feeling the long hair brush the nape of his neck, and the top of his creamy shoulders. His boobs jiggled again just to prove the doppleganger's point. The look-a-like was right about the time element of dreams. It came down to a simple question. What was more believable, that he had switched bodies with his girlfriend, who was now pretending to be him, or he was really Heather who had just dreamed that she was Jimmy. The later scenario was just more beliveable, and Jimmy knew it. Something inside of him just wouldn't let him accept it. Heather read the last vestige of doubt upon her former beautiful face. She reached around the torso of her smaller body, and began to tenderly fondle Jimmy's tits. "Would Jimmy be turned on by this?" asked Heather. Now it was Heather's body's turn to betray the waning Jimmy. His nipples, inside wide pink areaole began to swell under Heather's erotic ministrations. Being the former tenant of that body, she knew exactly the right buttons to push! He felt a delicious warmth and moistness begin to grow between his legs. The overwhelming sensations made Jimmy's small knees buckle, however, Heather held him upright. "Would Jimmy be turned on by THIS?" Heather bent her knees just enough to run her engorged penis up and down the cleft of Jimmy's soft ass. Heather looked into the mirror, only to see that her other had closed his eyes. He was starting to enjoy the feelings that Heather's body was sending to him. Therefore, she reached down with her hand, and forced her big penis down, so that it was standing straight out. Heather thrust forward between Jimmy's silky inner thighs. She felt the tip of her cock rub against the wet, dripping opening to Jimmy's cunt. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" moaned Jimmy. It was all too much. His mind retreated into a corner of Heather's brain, surrendering to the body. "You see?" whispered Heather into his ear. "You are Heather. C'mon. Let's do our usual before we have to go to school." Heather tossed Jimmy onto the bed with one sweep of her massive arm. Phase one of her dasterdly plan was complete. On to phase two! Jimmy landed on the soft mattress, his new legs up in the air. Before he had a chance to right himself, Heather was on him. She grabbed one of her former tiny feet in her hands, and began to slowly massage it in circular motions. The foot thing still did nothing for her, even though she was now in Jimmy's body. There were some things, such as fetishes, that Heather imagined went with the mind, rather than staying with the body. All of the better for her . . . all of the worse for Jimmy. "Does that feel good, Heather?" Now Jimmy's foot fetish kicked in. He looked up to see his . . . Heather's erotic feet. They were so beautiful . . . so gorgeous. They were . . . his? Just the sight of his feet, with their toes rings, ankle bracelets, and pink toenails being massaged sent more female hormones rushing into his bloodstream. It was turning him on more than words could say. "Ohhh, God!" Jimmy whispered, tilting his head back to enjoy the feel of it. "I'm glad that you are finally strating to enjoy this as much as I do," Heather lied. In fact, it did absolutely nothing for her. Her massive erection was starting to soften. Still, she had to keep it up to make Jimmy do what she wanted him to do. She knelt on the bed now, so that her face was roughly at the same height as Jimmy's upthrust leg. Heather ran her hand from the inside of Jimmy's thigh, to the underside of his knee, to the back of his ankle, in one continious caress. She never realized just how soft her legs were until this very moment. Jimmy never knew how sensitive they were. However, judging from the low moan coming from between his lips, he had just found out. "Yeesssss!" he cooed. Of course, that is what he would say. Heather had been very careful to hit each and every sensitive spot on the journey from thigh to ankle. Now for the coup de grace! She leaned forward, and swirled the tip of her tongue in the high arch of her former foot. Bullseye! Jimmy's groin instinctively thrust forward, searching for something to rub up against, something to penetrate it. His moan of "Oooooohh" was barely audible. He was truly lost inside the feelings!! Heather licked and kissed every portion of her former foot. Still, it did nothing for her, and her erection stood only at half mast now. Fortunately, it was having just the opposite effect upon Jimmy. He was grinding his swollen vulva into the air madly, and he was now fondling his own tits . . . he was rolling the erect nipples between thumb and index finger. She took one of Jimmy's perfect toes into her mouth, and began to suck upon it as she formerly had sucked upon Jimmy's cock. Expereince proved invaluable now. Heather moved from toe to toe, sucking each slowly, and running her the tip of her tongue between each toe. "Oh God," whispered Jimmy looking up at Heather. "Please . . . fuck me! I need you to fuck me now!" There would be no intercourse for Jimmy. There would be no release. Just as he had denied Heather satisfaction before, so too would he know the abyss of sexual frustration. Heather ignored the plea, and instead, took Jimmy's tiny hand, placing it on her cock. Heather sucked Jimmy's toes harder now. In response, Jimmy's hand, of its own volition, began to move up and down the shaft of his former manhood. It was slow at first . . . almost tentative. Nevertheless, as the seconds passed, Jimmy increased the pace and passion of the hand job. Soon he was beating Heather off furiously! Jimmy tried to pull that cock to him so that it would impale his throbbing cunt. Heather resisted the pull easily. Jimmy looked up at her with a confused look on his face. "Please? Won't you fuck my cunt?" One last barrier to cross! "You know what I want Heather! How could you even ask such a question. Now hurry, or we're gonna be late. Suck my cock," declared Heather triumphantly. "No. Please. I want to make love with you." "Heather. We've been through this before. If you are not going to please me, I will just find another girl who will." At this point Jimmy was truly lost. He wasn't sure if was him who had said that to Heather, or Jimmy who had said that to . . . her??? There was no denying what every scrap of evidence was telling him . . . her! She was Heather. She had no choice to do what Jimmy asked or else! With that, the sleek girl's body rolled forward, all of the while maintaining her grasp on the erection. She looked at it "eye to eye," so to speak, and stroked it several more times to keep the raging hard on. She sighed deeply, plunging forward, and taking the entire length into her mouth. Tears rolled down the girl's pretty face, as she bobbed up an down on the cock, each time taking more and more down her throat. This was all wrong . . . she just knew it. What could she do? She suppressed the urge to gag. "That's great isn't it my little cum slut? Tell me how much you love it. Tell me how much you love to suck my dick!" Heather laughed. Unfortunately, the small girl could not. She was too busy swallowing the mouthful of cum that suddenly erupted into her throat. "Cum slut! That's EXACTLY what you are . . . Heather!" whispered Heather to Jimmy, as she slapped his girlish behind. "A cum slut!" And so . . . Jimmy Thomas' mind shattered into a million pieces. ********** Heather was really getting worried now. Heather/jimmy just lay there on the bed in a catatonic state. She just stared straight ahead, unblinking, and mumbling complete gibberish. She bent over to shake the small girl by the shoulders. All of the while, she had to keep up the illusion that she was in reality, Jimmy. Now that she had broken him, she had to bring him back. "HEATHER!? HEATHER!? CAN YOU HEAR ME? TALK TO ME. SAY SOMETHING!" she screamed in Jimmy's voice. There was no response, other than more unintelligible rambling. A trickle of drool began to appear at the corner of Jimmy's feminine mouth. Heather shook the girl harder, repeating her inquiry. This time, she added a few light slaps to Jimmy's smooth cheek. Suddenly, he began to blink his eyes rapidly. Conscious thought was returning to the body of the petite young woman. "J-Jimmy?" Jimmy said in Heather's exact voice. "W-what happened to m- me?" Heather breathed a sigh of relief. That was a close one. "You had a nervous breakdown, Babe. I thought I lost you there for a second!" Jimmy launched himself at Heather, rolling into a sitting position, and throwing his slender arms around Heather's masculine neck. He hugged her tightly, while trembling. Despite herself, Heather hugged her victim back. Jimmy moved his lips around to Heather's and began to kiss her passionately. As their lips parted into a full open mouthed kiss, Heather couldn't help but smirk inwardly with the thought, I did it! Jimmy really thinks that he's ME! "You had me scared there Heather." "D-did I really think I was you, Jimmy?" "Yeah. You did. Can you imagine that?" Heather began to laugh hysterically, hoping to pull Jimmy further out of this borderline state. Suddenly, Jimmy stopped shaking. It was slow at first, but then he broke into a small smile. It was working! Heather encouraged him a bit further. "That's funny, don't you think? A small girl like you, being a big guy like me!" Heather continued to laugh. Then Jimmy broke into a giggle. It wasn't a chuckle, or a laugh, or a guffaw, but a very feminine giggle. "That's better," nodded Heather to the small girl by her side. "I think it's time that we got ready for school. We're going to be late as it is. Remember, you have to wear your cheerleading out fit to school for the pep rally." "Oh! That's right," giggled Jimmy, as if it was something that he really had forgotten. Then, the most amazing thing happened that made Heather really smile. Jimmy said, "Imagine. A ditz like me thinking that I was you. How stupid could I be? I guess your right Jimmy. I really am nothing but an air headed cum slut!" That comment even made Heather's new head snap around in surprise. Then it took one step over the line. Jimmy dropped to his knees in front of Heather, and began to stroke life back into the manhood that was once his. The only problem was, at this very second, only the real Heather was aware of that fact. Jimmy looked innocently up at Heather. "Don't you like to get it twice before you go to school? I wouldn't want my man to be unsatisfied, and I can't have you looking at Becky Ryan." Who's Becky Ryan, thought Heather? She thought for a second, and remembered that it was that voluptuous freshman red head that all of the guys had their eye on. This was too good to be true. Jimmy was projecting his own thoughts, and desires onto the person that he now believed was Jimmy. The willingness to drop to his knees, without prompting this time was proof of that! This was something that Heather had not planned on. She decided that she must have really fucked with his mind. Jimmy interpreted Heather's silence as disinterest, and began to panic. Thinking that he really was Heather Black, he started to worry that he was just about to lose his boyfriend. He kissed the tip of Heather's cock, and swirled her tongue on the sensitive head. A drop of pre-cum oozed from the opening, which he licked up wearing a smile on his face. "Do you want me to blow you again, Jimmy, or would you rather fuck my tits, and cum on my face this morning?" To emphasis his point, Jimmy grasped both of his generous boobs in his small hands, and began to knead them suggestively. That was all of the encouragement that Heather needed. She pushed the diminutive girl back down upon her back. She assumed a straddle position over the girl's abdomen, so that the massive erection dangled dangerously over upthrust breasts. Heather mused, as long as I'm pretending to be Jimmy, I might as well go all of the way. Especially if he believes he is me. If he does, he'll do anything to please me. Heather lowered her cock so that it rested between Jimmy's luscious tits. Jimmy pushed his new boobs together, the soft, supple flesh of his deep cleavage molding around the invader. "Oh . . . God . . . YES!" cried the new Heather. The real Heather thought this rather strange because she never particularly enjoyed this form of Jimmy's humiliation. Jimmy seemed to be genuinely enjoying it. She figured, just as Jimmy was transferring his former wants upon the person who he thought was Jimmy, he still continued to enjoy those desires, albeit from the other side of the mirror! Jimmy closed his eyes, and licked his lips suggestively. "C'mon. That's it. Fuck mama in the boobs. Fuck mama in the boobs! Oh . . . YEAH!" Not only was he assigning various emotions to the seemingly appropriate physical body, Jimmy was adopting the qualities and attributes that he always felt the real Heather should have. That included talking dirty . . . something the real Heather never did. By this time, a thin film of perspiration had developed on Jimmy's chest and boobs. It provided the perfect lubrication for Heather's madly thrusting erection. She was sliding easily back and forth between those breasts. Jimmy was breathing very heavily now, and each of Heather's upstrokes were punctuated by a soft, "UH!" or "OH!" "I think I'm gonna cum," blurted Heather. She never felt anything so incredible in her entire life, and could see why Jimmy loved this. Jimmy released his boobs, grasping the dick in one small hand He began to pump it furiously in a hand job, whilst blowing on the head softly with his hot breath. This was too much for Heather. She erupted in a second orgasm for the morning. Her hot cum spurt onto Jimmy's face, nose, lips, and hair. A few of the drops tat didn't make it that far fell onto his tits below. Jimmy continued to blow onto the head, as if he were trying to cool it down or something, as he squeezed every last drop of seminal fluid onto his tits. "Look what you did. All over my tits!" cooed Jimmy. He was no longer unwittingly imitating Heather, but becoming his vision of the perfect Heather! The image of Jimmy rubbing the cum into his tits, like some type of hand lotion, and then scooping the cum off his face to his waiting tongue, was very powerful. Heather thought the sight of the result of her mental torture was erotic beyond belief. Regardless, she had to say, "Hurry Heather. We're gonna be late for school." ********** The garage door opened to Jimmy's beautiful Mustang. It was the most awesome car at school. Naturally, Jimmy had to have every status symbol that he could get his hands on . . . from his car to the cheerleader girlfriend on his arm. There was only one problem with this scenario. Jimmy found himself on the wrong side of the bed this morning. He now thought that he was that cheerleader status symbol. Jimmy wiggled into the garage still trying to shake the feeling that something wasn't right. He thought that he must have worn his cheerleader outfit hundreds of times, yet he just didn't feel right in it. That wasn't the only thing that had contributed to Jimmy's growing feeling of unease. After getting up from the bed to get ready for school, little things kept throwing him off. For instance, he was constantly misjudging heights and distances. He though that kind of strange, since he had been only 5' tall for a long time. He should be used to it by now, shouldn't he? Then there was his make up and hair. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't remember how to get his hair looking just right, or how to apply eyeliner, foundation, lipstick or rouge. In the end Jimmy, of all people, had to help him. He wondered how Jimmy learned to do all of that so expertly. The thing that really threw him was the fact that he didn't seem to know how to put on a bra. It made Jimmy panic, and he started to cry. Again, Jimmy helped him put on the lingerie. However, Jimmy needed an explanation as to why he couldn't recall these simple things of everyday life. Heather, in Jimmy's body convinced him that it was just a side affect of the nervous breakdown. Heather assured Jimmy that he would be all right in a few days. The real Heather was not so convinced. For the first time, she had encountered a flaw in her plan for which she had not counted. There was no way that Jimmy could possibly know all of the intimate details of Heather's life, as she knew them. There were bound to be things which Jimmy would not be able to do. Specifically, there would be no way that Jimmy would know all of the cheers, or how to flip and tumble. There was one imperative now. Heather had to prevent Jimmy from trying to cheer before he figured out what had actually happened. He was still going on the momentum of the mistaken belief that he really was Heather. It was only a matter of time before little things began to add up to convince him otherwise. In other words, this situation was a ticking time bomb. Heather's brilliant assessment of her plan's shortfall had already come a bit too late. The cheerleading outfit prompted Jimmy to try and recall the cheers he would have to do today. He couldn't remember a one. This time, however, he kept it to himself, rather than crying to the person that he thought was Jimmy. Something was wrong. He just had to try and figure it out. Even the wiggle that Jimmy attempted seemed to be somehow wrong. It didn't feel natural to walk with his hips swaying this way and that. Further, his movements were all herky jerky when they should have been graceful. Maybe I have a brain tumor or something, he thought. It all seemed a little silly, and he was sure that Jimmy would think him an even bigger air head should he bring it up. Again, he decided just to keep it to himself. Heather slowly approached the car and stared at it with wide eyes. It's all mine now, she thought to herself. His car, his body, and his whole life. Jimmy sat down in the passenger seat of the Mustang. It was a place where he had never sat before, but where Heather always occupied. The padding on Heather's ass made Jimmy wiggle even more on the seat. The feeling of having all that weight on his rear made him feel weird. It just seemed . . . wrong . . . to be sitting on this side of the car. As Heather sat down in the driver's seat, something new popped into her now male head. She only had a permit. She could only drive an automatic. Jimmy, by contrast, had his license and a stick shift. That posed an interesting problem for Heather, now that she was trying to be Jimmy. First, she idly turned on the radio to a top 40 station. Heather then tried to crank up the car but couldn't get it started. She tried again and again and again to avail. Finally, Jimmy spoke up, "Uhh, uh Jimmy. Is everything all right? I mean do you want me to drive? You have to push in the clutch." The words left Jimmy's tiny mouth past the shy demeanor that was suddenly imposed on him. He felt meek and tiny and didn't want to say anything to "Jimmy" to make him mad. It dawned on him that there was no way that he should know that. He . . . Heather didn't know anything about a manual transmission. Heather listened to that kind of music, and not Jimmy. Normally, Jimmy turns on the R&B/Rap channel. Things are in reverse. All of the morning's oddities coalesced into a single overwhelming sensation. For some reason, being a girl wasn't what felt right for Jimmy, but he couldn't quite put his long pink-nailed finger on it. Heather recognized the beginnings of a light bulb going on over Jimmy's head. Quickly, she moved to cover the situation as Jimmy would, "I'm doing just fine HEATHER. Sit back and be quiet. You only have your permit, and you can only drive an automatic to boot. Now you are going to sit there and offer to drive. I've never let you drive this car, and I never will. Besides those little feet would probably not even reach the pedals." It was starting to crumble. "I'm sorry Jimmy. It's just that I think that I can drive the car now. I don't know why I would know that unless . . . I . . . really . . . am . . . Jimmy!" Heather did a sharp look over to where her old body was sitting, but it was too late. Jimmy's full faculties came rushing back to him, and with that, the horrible things that had been done to him. "Oh my God. You did switch bodies with me. Somehow, I don't know how, you switched with me. Oh my God. I can't believe the things that you made me do . . . that I did. I-I actually thought I was you!" The masquerade was blown. There was no use in Heather continuing the illusion, at least to Jimmy. Still, she wasn't ready to give up her new position of power. "You are me now. I like being you, and judging from what we just did in there, you liked being me. We're going to stay this way. I'm going to take over the life of Jimmy Thomas, while you can be Heather Black, the brainless bimbo cheerleader. You wanted a cheerleader as a status symbol, so now you can be the status symbol." "NO. GIVE ME BACK MY BODY! RIGHT NOW!" Jimmy demanded in Heather's dulcet tones. "Nope. I don't think so! I like being you," replied Heather calmly. True to form, the Jimmy body was coping with the stress of the situation. Meanwhile, the panic response of the Heather body was beginning to kick in. Jimmy involuntarily started to cry. He was hyperventilating uncontrollably. "I-I'll tell somebody. You don't know everything about me. Somebody will figure out your not me and I'm not you. Somebody will figure it out." He might be in a bimbo's body, and might have a bimbo's brain, but Jimmy wasn't stupid. Jimmy's little brain was working overtime on this one. He knew that eventually everyone would get four if they keep on putting two and two together. That struck a nerve. That was the very flaw of Heather's plan. Suddenly, a back up plan crystallized within her serene mind. Yes, it was perfect. It would kill two birds with one stone. She could buy some time to correct the situation, while keeping Jimmy away from the pep rally. She picked up the car phone that was nestled in the middle consol. "Hello? 911? Please hurry! My girlfriend Heather Black has had a nervous breakdown this morning. She believes that she's me! That's right . . . she believes that somehow I magically switched bodies with her. I think she's going to hurt herself. Yes, the address is . . . ." Jimmy could only look on in silent horror. The panic response of Heather's body stole even his ability to move or speak. " . . . Okay. I'll restrain her until you get here," Heather finished, before hanging up. "Just keep talking Heather. I can hide in plain sight now. They'll all just think your crazy." Heather clamped a strong hand onto Jimmy's feminine wrist, to prevent him from going anywhere. He couldn't even move! "I'm not Heather. Let me go!" he cried. "They'll be here in a few moments, Heather. Then you'll get the help that you need." "Y-you can't do this . . ." "It's done!" While Heather held him tight, she unloaded all of the frustration on Jimmy. It was starting to fall apart again. She had to think up a new angle to get this little slut back to being just that. "You think that I should be Heather. You think that I should be trapped in the body of a little slut? I'm not a bimbo cheerleader anymore . . . you are. You look like Heather, and you sound like her. . . and you most definitely give head like her. I control this relationship and you are my little Cum Slut. You are a girl, and I am a guy. It's that simple. Deal with it. Now you'll know all of the helplessness and despair that I knew. Now you'll have to live with the fear that I'm going to dump you, leaving you to be a truck stop waitress or worse. Now you'll know all of the shame and indignities that you made me put up with, just for a chance to escape. Yes. That is YOUR life now." Jimmy seemed to be quiet now while the gravity of what Heather just said sunk in. He was trapped inside a fate that he intended for another. The paramedic drove up into the drive way. Before Jimmy could even react or protest, she was injected with a powerful sedative. The effect was almost instantaneous. His muscles felt all weak. They were not responding to his mental commands, and even talking was difficult. Still, he managed to slur, "No. It's her. She stole my body. Please . . . somebody help me before she gets away with it." It was extremely hard for Jimmy to keep a grasp on consciousness. Blackness was closing in from all side. He was still able to hear Heather say to the closest paramedic that had overheard him, "See? She thinks that she's me. She's crazy! She had a nervous breakdown this morning. Can you help her?" "Not . . . true," Jimmy was getting weaker. He was able to whisper, "I . . . am . . . Jim . . ." "We'll do out best, Jimmy," the paramedic said to Heather. "We'll get her to somewhere were they will be able to help her." All Jimmy could do was listen now, with the few seconds that he had left. "Where is that?" asked Heather. "Down at the Psych ward at the hospital. They will help her." The paramedic started to put a straight jacket on the fading body of the beautiful girl, Jimmy could not even fight, as the blackness overtook him. He didn't even appreciate it when Heather leaned over, and kissed Jimmy's forehead. "I'll come and see you tonight, Heather. Everything will be just fine. I just know it!" Heather breezed through Jimmy's classes with relative ease. The school was all abuzz with the gossip that the head cheerleader had cracked up this morning. As a result, Heather was assailed with all types of questions about exactly what happened to . . . Heather. Heather didn't give them the exact story. There was no need to start laying down the foundation for the story that Jimmy would tell, if given the chance. Instead, Heather just told everybody that she and Heather were having relationship problems. She was just freaking out because she . . . Heather thought that Jimmy was going to dump her when he took off for college. It just all caught up to Heather this morning . . . that's all. She just lost it. The story was just believable enough to satisfy the high school busy bodies. Everything faded to a dull roar with Heather's assurance that Heather would be her old self in a day or two. The funny thing was that everybody seemed to be somewhat disappointed. They almost wanted a major scandal. God, I can't wait to get away from this small town, with its morbid curiosity, decided Heather mentally. The only other thing to happen of note was Becky Ryan. Apparently emboldened by the rumors of problems between Heather and Jimmy, she seized the opportunity to flirt shamelessly with the person that she thought was Jimmy. It was all heady stuff, in more ways than one. Heather found herself being aroused by the attentions of Becky. She decided that this was the life. It was so much different from being Heather. As Heather, she got more than her fair share of attention. However, it was nothing like this. All of the lavish attention made her feel like a king. That's what she was now, the king of the school. As verification of her ascension to the throne, all of the "in" crowd ran the weekend's activities through her. She was the center of activity of the school in the guise of Jimmy Thomas. Heather was in her glory! Later on that afternoon, it started to rain. By the time school let out, that evening's football game with the cross county rivals had been postponed. The game was tentatively rescheduled for Saturday night, weather permitting. The nasty weather also, unfortunately, washed out all of the evening's party activities. Heather had even tentatively set up a tete a tete with Becky Ryan at the after game party at the Bluffs. Hey. Jimmy, in her former body was busy in the hospital. She had to find somebody to satisfy her new body's carnal appetite! Now, all that was left to do was visit her former body at the hospital. ********** The first thing that Heather noticed when she rounded the corner toward Jimmy's hospital room was her real parents lingering in the hallway. "Damn!" she whispered under her breath. She had been sincerely hoping to avoid her real parents. To that end, she had put off the visit to Jimmy to the last possible second. It was already about 9:30 p.m. Heather sighed deeply. There was just no way to avoid talking to them now, so she might as well get ti over with. Heather's parents saw the person that they knew as Jimmy Thomas walk up to them. Hank Black was only about 5'9", while Betty Black, like her daughter, was only barely above 5' tall. They were both dressed casually in clothes that you would usually find in K-Mart. Of course, people who live in a double wide trailer couldn't afford to be shopping at Neiman Marcus! It was a weird sensation for Heather to be towering over her parents now. However, she had to put those feelings on the back burner in order to get by this confrontation. Betty Black looked up into the face of Jimmy Thomas. "You came! You see Hank, I told you that he would come." Betty glanced over at Hank, who only nodded back to her. "How is . . . she, Mrs. Black?" Heather had to concentrate to force her self not to call her mother "Mom." "It's so awful, Jimmy. We've been in to see her twice already, whenever she starts to come out of the drugs. She thinks she's you Jimmy. Every time that we try to correct her, she becomes hysterical. Then they have to sedate her again. I don't know what we're going to do." Betty Black started to cry now, and in the process eliminated herself as a useful source of information. Heather turned toward her real father to address him. "Da . . . I mean . . . what did the doctors say, Sir?" That was close. Heather almost called her father "Dad." "Call me Hank, Jimmy." Hank tried to force a smile. "It's just as you reported to 911, Son. She's had a complete break with reality. The doctors have recommended electro shock therapy if the medication doesn't work." Heather gulped, "Electro shock therapy? Isn't that dangerous . . . Hank?" "Yes it is Jimmy. They say there's a possibility that it could destroy a part of her mind, give her permanent amnesia or worse. My baby girl could be made into a vegetable." This had gone much too far. This didn't fit into Heather's plans at all. She had wanted revenge, that much was true, but not like this. If Jimmy's mind was damaged, that would ruin everything. He had to know who he really was, and what had been done for him, to appreciate his fate. Otherwise, he would have learned nothing from all of this! Heather's course was clear. She knew what she had to wish for. She tried to reassure her real father and mother. "I'm positive that everything will be back to almost normal Mr. and Mrs. Black. I just know it. I know your daughter very well, and I am confident that this is just a passing thing." "You really think so, Jimmy?" asked Betty, a bit surprised. "I do. Anyway, you folks should go and get some rest. I bet that you've been here all day, and you must be exhausted. I'm sure by the time morning comes around, she'll be fine." "She's our daughter. We should be here in case she needs our help," responded Mr. Black. "What help would you be able to give her if you are exhausted? Go on. I'll stay here with Heather. If there is any change, I promise that I'll call you right away." "Are you sure Jimmy?" asked Betty. "It isn't too much trouble?" "It's the least that I can do for Heather. I owe her so much, y'know?" assured Heather, while thinking, yeah, like your body! Hank and Betty looked at each other. "Well," inquired Betty of her husband. Hank shrugged, "I guess it would be all right. Heather will be safe here with Jimmy. You'll call us right away if anything happens, Son?" "Absolutely!" agreed Heather. With that, the Blacks departed for home. Heather couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief. Fooling her parents was the biggest test thus far in her impersonation of Jimmy. They hadn't suspected a thing. The only obstacle that remained was Jimmy's parents . . . and Jimmy himself. That was a situation that would be remedied shortly. Heather entered the hospital room quietly. Her small body appeared to be resting peacefully in the bed. She walked up right beside the bed, and gazed down at the new girl below. Heather couldn't help but reach up with her hand and caress the soft, smooth cheek. Slowly, almost lovingly, she brushed the hair out the closed eyes. "Oh, Jimmy. I could have been so much different, y'know. But you had to go and ruin it all by using me as a sex slave. I really loved you, but now all I feel for you is hate. How could you do that to me? I never did anything to hurt you . . . I would have done anything for you. Now, all I can do is teach you a lesson. Maybe, if you know, first hand, all of the shame, humiliation, and desperation that I felt, you'll learn something about yourself. You'll know what a horrible person you've been. I'm sorry, but you deserve all of this." Jimmy stirred, his eyes fluttering open. "H-Heather?" Jimmy struggled to speak. "I'm here," she whispered. "Then it's true. I'm not crazy like they are all saying. We actually switched bodies." "Yes. It's true." "Then you are going to switch us back?" Heather thought about abusing him, the same way that he had abused her. In this medicated state, it was probably useless. There would be plenty of time to further her vengeance tomorrow. For now, she would only give him a sense of false hope, just as he had always done to her. "I'll make everything all right Jimmy. By the time you wake up tomorrow, everything will be taken care of. You can trust me. Just rest now, you've had a hard day." "Okay . . . thank you!" Heather squeezed his hand to complete the illusion of assurance. Jimmy closed his eyes once again, and in a matter of seconds, had nodded of again. Heather moved toward the door to the hospital room. She looked back over her shoulder at the sleeping figure. "Yes . . . Heather. Tomorrow you will be perfect. ********** On the roof of the hospital, Heather looked out at the night sky. The clouds had finally broken from the rainstorm to reveal a beautiful, starry sky. The shooting stars were already starting to cross the sky. How should she word this? She wanted Jimmy to continue the persona that he exhibited of his perfect vision of Heather, when he thought he was Heather. Yet, at the same time, she wanted him to know who he was, and what had happened to him. Also, he needed to be able to do all of the skills that she knew. Heather raised Jimmy's voice to the sky. "I wish that Jimmy can only act like his perfect picture of the way that Heather should be, including not being able to tell anyone who he really is. I wish that he know how to do all of the things that I could do when I was Heather, so that nobody will suspect who he really is." She smiled. That should do it. ********** When Jimmy woke up the next morning, he was stunned to find that he was still in the body of Heather. It wasn't a fact that dawned on him immediately, as her body didn't feel strange or uncomfortable anymore. In fact it almost felt completely . . . natural? It was only when he realized that he was still restrained in a hospit