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SRU: The More Things Change....
By Morpheus ([email protected])
Noreen McCormick confidently stepped into the mall, keeping an eye out for
the special store that her friend at work had told her about. Noreen was
25 years old, with shoulder length reddish brown hair. She was slender
and fairly well endowed, but certainly not voluptuous or gorgeous. In
fact, she was a little petite, standing at 5 foot 2. Overall though, she
was a very attractive person to look at. However she had to wear the long
sleeves on her blouse to hide the bruises on her arms.
Carefully she walked through the mall, careful scanning each store, to see
if it was the one she sought. Her husband Rick had a bad temper and had
hit her several times, and when she told her friend Janice, Janice
suggested she go to this store. Noreen wasn't sure she believed what
Janice had told her about the store and the strange old man that ran it,
but anything was worth a try.
Finally she saw it. Right next to the book shop sat a small store with a
sign proudly proclaiming Spells R Us above the door. She hesitated for
only a few seconds, not sure if she was ready to go through with this,
then she entered.
It was just like Janice described it. Shelves everywhere with all sorts
of odds and ends, and behind the counter, was an old man wearing a bath
robe, hunched over staring at some paper.
"Come in Noreen. You're late," he said to her, without looking up from
his paper.
Noreen remembered that Janice said the old man who ran the shop knew
everyone's name, so he must be real, unless Janice was playing some prank
on her and warned the old man about her coming here.
"You came here for a reason," the Old Man said, finally looking up, "so
let's get to business."
Noreen walked to the counter and saw the paper the old man had been
looking at was covered with all sorts of strange symbols and marks, that
she assumed was writing of some sort. It sort of looked like that Chinese
writing, in a way.
Noticing her looking at the paper the old man harumphed and put it behind
the counter, saying, "This one isn't for you." He pulled a small box out
from behind the counter at the same time, and set it in front of him.
Slowly he opened the lid and pulled out a small green bottle. He closed
the lid back up, letting Noreen see only a glimpse of several other
colored bottles inside. He held the green bottle up to the light and
squinted at it, sayin, "Yep, this is the one." Then he carefully set it
down on the counter.
"The one what?" Noreen asked, curious to see if this grumpy old man was
really able to work magic.
The Old Man glared at her for a second as if trying to decide if she were
stupid, then said, "Of course I can work real magic. You don't think I'd
name my store Spells R Us if I sold stupid card tricks, do you?"
Noreen was stunned. This old guy had read her mind.
The Old Man continued on, "You're tired of getting injured when you fight
with your husband, and wish that you were bigger and stronger than him.
This..." the Old Man said gesturing to the bottle, "can grant your wish."
"How can this change things?" Noreen said picking up the bottle.
The Old Man snatched the bottle out of her hands, and grinned at her.
"There's enough in here for one dose. Pour it all into a drink. It
doesn't really matter what you put it in, though I wouldn't suggest
putting it any those horrible soft drinks," the Old Man grimaced. "Tea or
Coffee would probably be best. It has to be all in one cup. You have to
drink half of it, and your husband has to drink the other half of it. If
you don't drink it from the same cup, it won't work."
"What exactly is it going to do?" Noreen asked, curious.
The Old Man chuckled. "It'll grant your desire." Putting the bottle back
on the counter, he said, "Normally this would be more expensive, but it's
part of my older stock that I'm clearing out. I'll let you have it for
$30."
Noreen thought about it. It sounded a little expensive for such a small
bottle, that she wasn't even sure would do anything, but she decided it
would be well worth it if it did work. She agreed and paid the Old Man
the money and walked out of the store. After she left she turned around
to look at the store again, but saw that it wasn't there anymore. It was
gone. Instead a shoe store was there. She just shook her head and went
home, thinking about how things would change.
Rick sat down on the couch, opening up a beer. He was a fairly large man,
with strong muscles and a tan from working all day in the sun. He'd had a
long, hard day at work, paving the road. Three hours of overtime, nearly
being hit by some idiot speeding by, and that jerk off boss making
constant demands. He sighed in relief, hoping that Noreen didn't spend
his entire pay check again.
He worked so hard to pay the bills, and she would go off and blow all the
money on a whim. A pair of shoes she'd only wear once, a new piece of
jewelry they couldn't afford or on a fancy restaurant for lunch. He could
barely pay the bills as it was, and she certainly wasn't helping. She
wouldn't get a job and help out, she'd only spend the money.
And two months ago he'd left her a check to pay the car payment, but then
the car got repossessed in the middle of the night. She hadn't bothered
to send the payment in, deciding to spend the money on that new dress she
absolutely had to have. She even once hawked their wedding rings at a
pawn shop, and he'd had to go get them back out.
Their marriage hadn't been going well the last year. They constantly
argued. She'd start yelling and screaming at him, and even hit him. He
couldn't help it, but she got him so mad that he'd hit her right back. He
knew he shouldn't hit her, but she made him so mad he saw red and couldn't
stop himself. Usually he'd catch and stop himself after a second, but the
damage was already done. Staring at his beer Rick thought again about a
divorce. God knows, he thought, I still love her, but she drives me
crazy. Sometimes she could be nice and sweet, then the next thing, she's
acting so crazy or throwing her tantrums when she couldn't get her way.
Rick heard the door open and Noreen walk into the kitchen. Several
minutes later she came out smiling. At least she's in a good mood today,
he thought. She walked past him humming to herself and leaned over and
gave him a kiss on the cheek. Rick bent over and kissed her back,
forgetting about his bad day for a while.
Several minutes later Noreen went into the kitchen again and came back out
with a large cup of tea that she held out to him.
"It's a special blend that I bought at the mall today," she proudly
announced. She winked at him, saying, "It's supposed to be an
aphrodisiac."
He noticed there was only one cup, but before he could question this, she
took a long deep drink from the cup, and handed it to him. He noticed
that she'd just drank about half the cup, and he took the hint and
followed her lead, drinking the rest of the cup down himself. It tasted
sweet and herbal. Not bad, but with something slightly odd about the
taste.
Laying the empty cup on the coffee table he stood up and kissed Noreen.
He didn't know if it was really an aphrodisiac, but it certainly was nice
at the moment.
Suddenly he felt a little weak and dizzy. He noticed that Noreen was
feeling it too, and could barely stand up. She smiled dreamily at him and
sat down on the couch, falling asleep. Rick stumbled against the side of
the couch, trying to hold himself up. What did she do, he wondered,
trying to get enough anger behind the thought to keep himself awake. "She
must have drugged the tea," he mumbled to himself. Things twisted in his
vision and he lost consciousness, falling to the floor.
He woke up feeling odd. He didn't want to open his eyes yet. What did
that BITCH put into the tea? He got angry and opened his eyes and sat up,
only to see some large guy with a smug grin on his face looking down at
him. "What the?" Rick said, and stopped, shocked at his voice. He looked
down to see two rather prominent lumps pushing out of his chest. He
noticed that wasn't all that was wrong. It suddenly dawned on him that
the face looking down on him with that grin was the same one he saw in the
mirror.
Jumping to his feet Rick still had to look up a bit to see his face. He
looked down at himself, seeing the green shirt and blue jeans on himself
that Noreen had been wearing. He noticed immediately that her clothes
weren't all of hers that he had on. He put his hands to his new breasts,
and was shocked to feel them. They were real. He had a horrible
suspicion.
"Noreen?" he asked his old face, cautiously.
"Not anymore," he heard his voice say to him smugly. "You're Noreen now
honey."
Rick couldn't believe this. "What did you do to me?" he demanded,
angrily.
"This isn't what I intended, but I'm certainly not complaining," Noreen
told him.
"Change us back. NOW!!" Rick demanded again. His old face just looked at
him as if he were stupid, then started laughing.
"I ain't doing anything. I don't think I could, even if I wanted to. And
I don't. I'm having too much fun. I can do anything I want now, and you
can't do anything about it."
Rick was shocked. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He couldn't
believe what was happening to him. How could he and Noreen trade bodies.
HOW?
"I'm the man now, and you're the woman. YOU are Noreen. I'm Rick." She
grinned at him not very nicely, then grabbed ahold of his right breast,
rubbing. She was squeezing too hard, and it hurt. Rick tried pulling
himself away, but Noreen was holding his arm too tight. She slapped him
on his butt, saying, "Now go into the kitchen and cook my dinner Noreen."
Rick couldn't believe this. First his whole day at work, then Noreen
pulling this stunt on him, and now treating him like this. Rick felt
enraged. He clenched his hands into fists, feeling his now longer nails
digging into his palms, drawing blood. That only served to fuel his
anger. His skin felt hot, and the blood dripped between his fingers,
though he barely noticed it. Everything in sight turned a dark red, and
he felt the raging fire of anger burning inside him. Suddenly he snapped.
He punched into his old face, with all the rage and anger he had pent up
inside of him. Smashing for all he was worth. He hit again, and again,
seeing his much larger and more muscular body cringe backwards and hold
hands in front of his face. Rick didn't care, he just kept lashing out,
for all he was worth. He didn't feel the bruises beginning to form on his
new, smaller knuckles, and wouldn't have cared even if he did.
Grabbing at the nearest object, the lamp set on the table, he started
bashing down with that, as the body in front of him fell to the ground and
curled up into the fetal position. He didn't stop till the rage had
finally washed away.
As the paramedics hauled the badly beaten man to the ambulance, cataloging
his several broken bones, concussion and severe bruising, the police led
the fairly petite woman with the green shirt and blue jeans out of the
house in handcuffs, her head hung low and tears streaming down her cheeks.
They couldn't believe that this little woman could do so much damage to a
guy that large.
The police didn't think that she'd spend much time in jail, if she'd even
be charged for the assault, since the neighbors admitted that she'd had a
history of being beaten by her husband. Apparently this time she'd had
too much, and fought back. Who knew she'd be such a hell cat. Certainly
not the husband it seemed. A case of self defense the police decided,
feeling sorry for the woman.
Several miles away, an Old Man sat curled up in his recliner, sadly
shaking his head as he spoke to the large dog lying on the floor next to
him, "The more things change, the more they stay the same."
The End
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