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A Model's Possession By Maryann This story is intended for the entertainment of adults only. Do not read if you are under 18 or if reading this would involve anyone in an illegal act, please stop reading immediately. Copyright (C) 1998 by Maryann. All rights reserved. Permission is hereby granted for non-commercial use of this complete and unaltered text . (c) All rights reserved It was the biggest show of the fashion industry in New York. Every model that could still strut was walking the runway that night. Beautiful young men and women displayed the latest creations from the top designers. One spectacular young woman had the crowd on edge. They had never seen clothing portrayed with such glorious feminine style. Sexy movements accented the silky smooth transparent fabrics. It was obvious that this model was something special. Her gait was measured as she carefully stepped toe to heel in her extra high heel shoes. A long mane of brown hair framed the tantalizing feminine face of a young goddess. Her body exemplified the perfect union of uplifted breasts and curvy accented features. The long legs bespoke of every man's fantasy as they joined to the thinly veiled juncture of pleasure. For just a moment, the young model stopped and gazed at the crowd in fear. Then, she caught her composure and finished the walkway in thunderous applause. The appreciation was more for her looks than the garments she was wearing. This would be the last runway walk. Soon she would be trading one catwalk for another. She started to remember......... Roger Stevens could not believe his luck when he graduated from high school from an average midwestern small city town. His family could not afford to send him to college and did not have a job for him, unlike some farmer families nearby. It was off to the unemployment center and hoping for the best. Rogers luck was the fact that a movie company had set up next to the county courthouse. They were filming an opening scene for a suspenseful lawyer drama. It was a wardrobe director that caught sight of a perfect young male waiting in line at the courthouse. The movie set was in need of a background character that brought attention to the action. They needed pretty fluff in the background. The producer was contacted and the legal crew pounced on Roger before he knew what was happening. "Would you be interested in some quick money to walk around this movie set?" someone shouted in his face. "Can you be here by 6 am tomorrow?" " Can you sign this release now?". It was almost too much to believe that his natural masculine good looks would set his career from that moment on. Roger was noticed. The movie was a dud, but the reviewer commented on the 'Great looking male character in the background'! Thus, it started Rogers's career in front of the camera. His tall, dark good looking male looks launched him from selling soap on TV commercials to occasional 'Strip O Grams' when money got very tight. Women loved him and wanted him. It was almost too easy. He got a callous disregard for true feelings. He relished the chase, but got scared about the commitment. The years went by and Roger made a very good living selling his good looks and natural male charm. Roger was always envious of the yearly new crop of female models. They came from everywhere! There was a constant parade of new, young and gorgeous female bodies fighting to get a start in the fashion industry. Not that it was bad. But, the women got more attention, better designs and more money than he ever did. He wished he could break out from the mundane denim and leather that most designers wanted to drape on his body. "I wish for once that people would notice me more than the women prancing about the stage" he commented to himself. It was then that he noticed Anne. Anne was cut from the perfect feminine mold. She had the perfect aspect ratio of breasts to waist to hips that subconsciously brought men's cocks to attention. He could not take his eyes off her. She was no more than 24 years old. Roger was approaching his mid thirties. He wondered if she would respond to the ten-year difference in age? It was a quick and successful romance. Anne had childlike attitudes to this dreadful industry. She had not yet been spoiled and betrayed by the sharks better known as 'Agents'. Her natural talent and good looks would take her to supermodel status. Everyone around her knew that and wanted to join her on the ride up to stardom. No one wanted to fall off the gravy train at this time. Besides, Anne had an inner goodness that rubbed off on everyone. "This romance is much more rewarding than my recent affair with Jennifer!" Roger thought to himself as he scowled. "Ah Jennifer!" Roger said out loud as his mind imagined her perfect body. She was the new fashion model of the nineties! Totally opposite from the 'waif look' of the eighties years. She had vivacious movements that moved in youthful assertive feminine precision. Her entrance into a room commanded instant male attention. Her beauty and style made it known that she had a long and wonderful career in the fashion enterprise Jennifer lived with her sister Amy. They shared a modest apartment not too far from Central Park in New York. Amy was also blessed with good looks but opted for the Wall Street route to riches. Amy soon bumped into the glass ceiling of stock traders that believed that women could never do as good as men. Amy and Jennifer often discussed their plight as beautiful women trapped in a man's world. Jennifer currently despised men but realized that she could not live without them. She found herself in an endless cycle of ovulated driven hormonal lust in search of sexual encounters to find the perfect man. She knew that man existed, but she could never find to perfect combination of brains and brawn. She thought that she found the perfect specimen when she met Roger. She had given him her heart only to have it broken by finding him in bed with one of the touring female models. She broke it up immediately and vowed to spend more time on her career. Jennifer even stopped taking presents from a persistent admirer- John Dawson. "He was nice enough." she thought. "Just that he is fifty, fat and balding! I would have to be out of my mind to go out with him!" Roger was delighted to be invited to join the crew to a fashion shoot at an old castle in Ireland. Then he heard the bad news. The contributing magazine decided that they wanted a woman-only photo session with the cast outfitted in saucy period costumes. Roger would go only as creative support and pitch-in labor. The worst news was that his current love- Anne, had to stay back in New York for a prior commitment. "And wouldn't you know it, " he muttered, " Miss Sour Grapes- Jennifer! was to be the featured model." He knew it would be a very long trip, mostly avoiding her acid glances. It was going on very boringly until he met Colleen. She was shy and beautiful. Roger could not resist turning on the charm. He convinced this twenty-year-old lass to meet him at a banned portion of the castle undergoing construction. His lecherous side was awakening. Roger wound his way through the dark and dangerous dungeon passageways. "Damn!" he shouted to no one, "Why did I have to arrange a meeting in this creepy maze?", " It looks like I am lost". Sure enough, his flashlight showed his footsteps retracing themselves over and over again. Roger leaned against one of the slimy walls in consternation. Suddenly, age-old mortar and brick crashed in smothering dust. He looked through the new opening to an amazing sight. A withered old skeleton laid on a stone surface partially cloaked in rotting fabric. A rat rustled off in the corner of the room. The room had not been touched in ages. He found it strange that the thieves had not found this room long ago. Fine goblets and jeweled encrusted adornments lay scattered around the room. He inspected the bony remains and noticed something that still looked brand new after he blew off the dust. Decayed bony fingers still clutched the object in immortal protection. It was a book! But oh so much more than that! It was a magnificent crafted leather-bound book with strange three-dimensional dragons emblazoned upon the front cover. Tiny precious gems refracted the dim light where the dragon's eyes were located. Roger opened the book and swore he felt a chill go down his spine as he spied the foreign lettering and pictures. He couldn't be sure, but it appeared to be ancient Gaelic writings and symbols. The first page showed a picture of an old wizard holding the book and a phrase - Roger mouthed the words and laughed at the sounds. He couldn't quite get the pronunciation right. He even penciled in pronunciation hints beside the paragraph. He tried again while imagining himself as the old Wizard. Suddenly, the words twisted on the page and became readable English words. Roger almost dropped the book because he was not sure if the words changed or his brain suddenly could interpret the lost language? Before he could read any more, he heard a sound far off. "Hello Roger!, Can you hear me?" Shouted by Colleen trying to find him. Roger walked out into the corridor and stashed the book under his shirt. Just as he walked out of that old section, he heard a rumbling and crashing of tons of foundation crashing down. The former room that he occupied was now buried under tons of rubble! Colleen appeared and shouted, "We have to get out of here NOW!" They managed to get back to their rooms and swore silence about the events. The next day a construction crew arrived and shook their heads in amazement about the destruction in the lower chambers. The project of renewing the dungeon for tourist visits would have to be cancelled until another investor could be found. Roger never looked at the book closely until he arrived back at his apartment in New York. The book was the rumored spell book of the castle's ancient magician. The story went roughly like this. The palace magician was a terrible man that terrorized the local peasants with stories of demonic possession and strange activities. The legend tells of a countess entering the court and arguing with the wizard about succession to the throne. She was in mortal danger of the wizard taking her life when a struggle ensued. The wizard was holding the spell book and chanting syllables destined to take over her body. The countess realized what was going on and grabbed the book at the same time. Myth tells of a soul exchange. The wizard dramatically changed his ways and was a beneficial ally to the country. Many think he died in his sleep one night after years of kindness to many people. His body was never found. The countess was judged raving mad and put away in the dungeons never to be seen again. The book was assumed lost forever due to it's misuse. Roger determined from the book that the magic was a one-of-a kind substance extracted from the nether regions of a very old volcano. The stone was crushed and mixed into the actual ingredients of the paper and leather composing the book. More importantly, he indeed found many spells of compulsion, possession and transference. Roger studied the book and found the spell of possession. It was a simple chant that required only two things. The first was to hold a sample of the person's hair and the second was to be touching the book at the same time. The scrip noted that the host would not be aware of the possession and that the spellcaster's body would lay in a coma devoid of soul. Too long in another's body would result in death of the first body. A better long time possession would be the exchange spell, the book commented. Roger thought about it and laughed at the thought of becoming the agency director and appointing Roger to all the best shows. But, he did not have any hair of the director. He looked around the apartment and noticed a female's sweater that had fallen off the hanger in his closet. "Yes! By God!", he said. "This is the sweater of my former girlfriend- Jennifer." An image formed in his head about how sexy her per breasts looked in that cashmere turtle neck. Closer examination produced a few tiny long strands of hair for his first experiment. He could even smell her sweet perfume of the night she wore it. Roger prepared himself on the bed so that his body would be comfortable. He picked a night hour thinking that Jennifer would be asleep in her bedroom. The chant was ridiculously simple. He figured that the real magic was the book. Holding the hair and saying the words, Roger lost consciousness and opened his new eyelids and smiled. He had done it! He turned on the nightstand light and gasped as he looked down on two perfect melon shaped mammaries. Roger had seen many breasts in his time, but never from this viewpoint! Jennifer had gone to bed in a super silky pajama top. It was like a feather tickling the ends of his sensitive nipples as he sat up. He also thought it curious that Jennifer was completely nude otherwise. He never paid too much attention to her bedtime habits since he just usually fell asleep after making love to her. He quietly got up from bed and marveled at the lightness of her frame and how cold the apartment felt. His titties bounced in synchronized rhythm as he walked to the bedroom mirror. He stood stunned while staring at his image. Part of his male perception was screaming in denial. But, the part that consisted of his female self admired the soft, arousing details that formed the features of a good-looking female face. The head still looked great with disheveled night hair framing that perfect face. Pouty lips, straight teeth, high cheekbones all meshed to that exotic combination that made Jennifer so famous on the fashion circuit. He could not resist touching the new body. He felt along the back of his ass and traced his new contours with his tiny manicured feminine hand. He held his breasts with each hand and posed in front of the mirror in a suggestive angle. They felt warm and firm at the same time. Roger had fun trying out the erogenous zones. His voice even had the same inflection that Jennifer always had. He assumed that the memories embedded in the brain took dominance over the body's involuntary functions. Roger walked around the bedroom and studied all the feminine things. He looked into his purse and almost felt guilty when he found perfume, makeup and tampons. Then he remembered that it belonged to him now! Rummaging through the dresser he found many soft and delightfully feminine unmentionables. All of a sudden he hit the jackpot! Wrapped in a beautiful blue silk scarf was the latest in vibrators. Rogers thought to himself, "Maybe Jennifer missed me more than I thought?" Although it looked tempting, he had too much to do and very little time. The closet was filled with an array of garments. All female, and all designed to accent Jennifer's perfect figure. Roger's new heart beat faster as he pulled out a few combinations. He was always envious of the female dressing rooms at the large fashion shows. They always got the better clothes to show off. He carefully pulled out a devastating black cocktail dress. In one of the drawers, he found expensive matching undergarments meant to go with this dress. He pulled black French silk hose up his shapely legs in slow sensuous purpose. Then, he attached the hose to delicate garter draped around his sexy waist. A pair of tiny panties were pulled up over his sensitive pussy . A low cut black bra was selected that allowed the nipples to suggestively poke through the flimsy garment. It also had the amazing ability to uplift and portray extra cleavage. Roger brushed his hair and stepped into a pair of four inch black pumps. The tiny feet fit perfectly and he turned and looked at the back of his legs in wonder. The heels had a definite effect of giving shape to the legs and tilting the hips and ass in a suggestive poise. He walked around the room as if showing off a new designer piece on the catwalk. Again the brain took over the process of walking in grace with high heels. The dress swirled around his feminine thighs and suggested naughty glimpses of high cut panties. He thought he would try on an evening gown with accented jewelry. But first, he felt a pressing need to relieve his tiny bladder. "Ha, this should be interesting?" He thought. Roger walked down the hallway and slipped quietly into the bathroom. He pulled his expensive dress up to his waist and pulled his panties down to his ankles. He sat down and smiled as he looked down at his shapely knees and his high-heeled shoes. The absence of the male appendage gave strength to the belief that he was not dreaming about this. Relieving himself felt much different than as a man. It was more like an enjoyable "tinkle" sound rather than the forceful jet of fluids bouncing around the toilet bowl. Turning off the light and opening the door revealed his surprised sister going for the bathroom. "Jennifer?" Amy said in amazement. "Why are dressed like that in the middle of the night?" Roger thought that he had been caught and desperately wanted to run out of there. Instead he calmly said with Jennifer's perfect high feminine voice. "Oh, Hi Amy! I couldn't sleep. It thought I would try on one of my designer outfits for the upcoming show!" "Hey sister!" Amy said in a scolding tone. " You have to get your beauty sleep in order to look great for your job. Back to bed!" They both laughed and went to their bedrooms. Roger let out a long breath. "She did not suspect!" he thought. "This disguise is perfect!" "Wait, this is not a disguise, this is the real thing!" Roger regretfully took off all the clothes and slipped back into the original bedclothes. Almost three hours had passed and he probably should get back to his original body. Before he got into bed, he searched Jennifer's purse and pulled out her MasterCard. "She will never miss it!" Roger then called Western Union and transferred $1,000 from her bank account to his secret Postal Box used for anonymous job replies. And he used this box to advertise for a variety of commercial purposes that never seemed to make any money. It was ever so easy to have her social security number and Drivers license handy in the purse. Roger chanted the return verse and was instantly deposited back to his male form. Roger could not think of anything else the next day at work. It had been so exhilarating being Jennifer last night. Roger looked at Jennifer and noticed that it looked like she had not slept the whole night. Anne also noticed that Jennifer seemed to be troubled. She took her aside and tried to console her. They were best friends even though Jennifer could not understand what Anne saw in her former jerk of a ex-boyfriend. Roger noticed that Jennifer and Anne together and wondered what it would be like to get them both at the same time. His cock got harder just thinking about it. Roger decided that he really wanted to experience a few more sensations as a woman does. But, it would take more than just one night of stolen moments. He started planning for the takeover. He studied the exchange spell and found it to be much like the possession spell. Both bodies would survive as long as a soul occupied the flesh. It could be done at long distances or not. Long distances would also need a hair sample. If the subject were close, just both bodies touching the magic book would work as well. He thought that it probably would not do to have Jennifer suddenly wake up clutching the magic book! Roger also took note of the compulsion spells. The wording was extremely important because of the immense consequences if stated vaguely. The magician noted in his sidebar notes a backlash of magical energy if stated wrongly. One could even put a spell on yourself. A counterspell could be used with care to neutralize the first one. It was curious that the counterspell could only be effective by the person casting the first spell. The next week, Roger called up the paging company and asked that Jennifer get an Alpha page sent to her immediately. He asked that it should show that Jennifer needed to meet Anne at her apartment for an important meeting that night. Roger knew that Anne would be out of town without Jennifer's knowledge. Roger showed up early at Anne's apartment and went to unlock the door. He noticed that the door was already unlocked. "Damn!", he thought. "It sure is a good thing that I arranged this meeting at my girlfriend's place. She could have been robbed blind by leaving the door unlocked." The setup was to have him seated at the table when Jennifer showed up. He arranged to handcuff himself to the chair so that the body exchange would be under his control after the switch. The book was on the table in plain sight. While in Jennifer's body and confusion ensued, he would take the book and hide it away. It finally became time and sure enough, he heard a knock on the door. Roger steeled up his courage and said, "It's open!" An astonished Jennifer entered the room dressed to kill. It seemed apparent that she was going out dancing that night. She wore a short mini skirt and tight blouse showing lots of exposed breast. She was wearing red high-heeled shoes with a thin strap around her well-turned ankle. Roger relished the thought that he would be dancing in those pretty red shoes very soon. Before she could get a question out of her lips, Roger grabbed the hair sample, touched the book and repeated the chant. Just as he uttered the last word, the lights went out! Confusion reigned! In sheer blackness Roger heard a chair fall over and the eerie sound of his own former male voice say, "Oh my God, What has happened to me?" Roger knew that he was successful. The familiar feel of a tight form fitting bra around his chest and the constricting, yet pleasant feel of nylons on his legs confirmed that he had exchanged with Jennifer. The problem now was to find the flashlight and circuit breaker box. He got down on his hands and legs and crawled to Anne's bedroom to find the flashlight. Turning on the beam, he noticed that he was really in Jennifer's body. Pointing the harsh light at the table confirmed that his former male body was lying on the floor still chained to the chair. A look of fear came from Roger's former self. "Where is the book?" he urgently thought. "There it is!". It was lying in the corner of the kitchen where it had apparently fallen off the table. He soon found the breaker box and switched the lights back on. It was strange that some type of electrical surge had tripped the main breaker at the precise moment of transfer. "Oh well. I completed my goal with precision. It is now time to tie up some loose ends. Roger walked to the table and helped the male Jennifer sit upright. Jennifer did not say a word and eyed her former body with extreme curiosity. Finally Jennifer said in his deep bass voice, "What exactly is going on here Roger? I do not understand what you have done to me, but it looks and feels like we have traded bodies?" "My sweet Jennifer. Or should I call you Roger now? I have been given a gift that provides me with unlimited power. You were chosen simply because you looked sexy in an old sweater." Roger suddenly burst into a fit of giggles as he considered the simple irony of those words. "I want your cooperation in this, but realize that giving your evil ex- boyfriend any kindness at this point might be pushing it. That is why I am going to enforce your collaboration with a few simple words. I want to use your body and have great plans for it during the next week. I am sure you would not approve of my actions, so have provided a compulsion spell just for you." Jennifer appeared thunderstruck by the words just said with her former lips. Roger grabbed the book and also touched his dainty little female hand over the top of his former male hand. He chanted a one line unintelligible sentence and said out loud-" I command the body in front of me to comply with all suggestions and recommendations that I say. I wish for Jennifer now in my former male body to act like a normal male and not interfere with any of my wants or needs. Her voice will freeze if she tries to tell anyone about the switch and her hand will stop if she tries to write about it. She will also give me the friendly respect and courtesy that I deserve. She will now respond to her name as 'Roger' as I will respond to my name- Jennifer!" " I now end my command" Roger noted a visible relaxation on his former face. "I am going to keep this body for one week. I want you to go home to my previous apartment and act like a normal male. You will go to work tomorrow and take my place. No one will notice if you make tiny mistakes since the thought of a body switch is beyond the comprehension of most normal people. I am going to sleep, eat and use your apartment for my own needs for the duration. I may come and go as I need things from my old male apartment and you will not interfere. By the way, I will need a small locket of your hair. Do you understand?" Roger sternly questioned and looked closely at his male face. "I agree to everything you ask" the new 'Roger' replied with a charming smile. " Jennifer smiled wickedly and thought that his former male smile still had the power to seduce a woman. It looked great from this viewpoint! "Now leave and count the hours till you get your body back. By the way, When this is over, I plan a spell of forgetfulness so that you will not be troubled with my deeds." The new Jennifer laughed. Jennifer carefully took the book and allowed her new body to be escorted to his parked car. "How gallant for this man to walk me to the safety of my car, she thought. They looked like a normal couple going out for the night. Jennifer thought that she might as well not waste the trouble that had been performed in dressing for tonight. She knew the perfect club to go to. She sent Roger to his apartment and went out for the night. It was an unbelievable turn-on to drive the car as Jennifer. She kept looking at her female reflection in the rear mirror to make sure it was really happening. The air conditioner kept blowing her pretty head of hair and tickling the back of her neck. She had to adjust the drivers seat much closer to the steering wheel in order for her shorter female legs to reach the brake pedal. It felt so different driving with long heels. She had to reach with the tip of his toes to press the gas pedal. She looked down and could see the sexy mystery of dark nylon clad legs. Her dress had absent-mindedly pulled up to her crotch while driving. A passing truck driver almost fell out of his cab as he spotted those good- looking legs. She could not resist reaching up and feeling the lace edges of the bra holding her soft orbs. The attendant opened the door and stuttered as Jennifer mistakenly swung both wide open legs around the seat and gave the waiting crowd a perfect glimpse of her skimpy panties. "Hmm... I'll have to work on my female etiquette." Jennifer thought. She could almost see some of the men positioning themselves closer to her already. It was fun dancing with strange men. There was no end to their invitations and not too subtle suggestions. Slow dances invariably flattened her ample breasts into the chests of the partner. Most of the men wanted to crush their crotch and chest into her body. And the hands! Every male slipped his hand down to caress the soft curve of her derriere. It was like a constant massage. A peculiar trance passed through Jennifer. She had taken this body to experience the sensuous feel of women's clothing on this new body. And to learn some of the secret language that women performed with each other. But, here she was, getting wet between the legs flirting with the opposite sex. She could not get enough of body contact that night. It ended up that she was even judging the 'fit' of each man as she felt the familiar 'poke' through her thin dress. The night ended too quickly. Just before leaving for home. Jennifer struck up an unusual conversation with an older balding man that said he knew her. Jennifer could not dredge up the memory and kept the conversation very polite. Besides, this man wanted to give her money and pressed for a date. Jennifer declined the money but in amazement, agreed to a date later that week. "What in the world am I doing? I could have the pick of the litter and agreed to go out with this man named John?" she mumbled. The night was spent in glorious soaking in a hot bubble bath in Jennifer's feminine apartment. It was a night of discovery of extremely female things within easy reach. It ranged from delicate lace napkins to personalized stationary with flowery decorations. Even her checkbook was dainty and personal. Roger had to laugh inwardly. The checkbook was actually $ 1,000 short. It was time to go to sleep in the four poster bed. Jennifer put on a sexy lingerie top and bottom. She then slipped into the satin covers and quickly removed the pajama bottoms. She did not like the way the fabric kept riding up in the crack of her ass as she moved about the bed. Ha, she was becoming just like the real Jennifer! The next day proved to be interesting. Jennifer got up from bed and brushed her soft luxurious hair. She could not believe how soft and peaceful that simple act made her feel. She felt like she was really getting into this feminine persona. And worse yet, she was actually looking forward to tonight's date with John. She thought it strange that she was actually attracted to men now that she was in this body. Fear gripped her insides as she pulled up the entrance of the building that she worked. Would anyone suspect? Could they see she was actually a man in woman's clothing? The front guard immediately put her to rest when he said with a leering smile, " Good morning Jennifer! Hope you have a wonderful day!" She felt better and remembered that she had a disguise that no one could penetrate. It was more difficult to see Roger and Anne talking to each other. Jennifer felt a momentary pang of jealousy. But she knew that she would be back in that male body in a few days! She could endure the masquerade for the thrill of experiencing someone else's body! Jennifer was assigned a photo session displaying new bathing suits. The clothing manufacturer had a small budget and wanted the background to be fake but with a beach feeling. The structural crew did a fabulous job of creating a feeling of the water and beach in the small interior room. It was just hot and she kept perspiring. The wardrobe manager went over the layout and dressing schedule. Jennifer would be expected to wear the new line of bikini styles. Jennifer thought that most of the styles looked like colored dental floss! Thank God this body could make mud look good on her. Her male counterpoint was a good looking college kid with perfect muscle tone and a large cock that looked like it was constantly erect through the his flimsy shorts. During the session he whispered, "Jennifer, you are the one making me hard. I apologize for my constant erection, but you are so beautiful!" Jennifer just smiled and kept glancing at his bathing suit. And she started sweating some more! Jennifer could not understand her sudden interest in sex? During this photo shoot she fantasized about taking this brute down and working the kinks out of his knotty pole. The best part of the day was the practice for the upcoming NY Show. They gathered all the female models with their make-up and dress- assistants for the final rehearsal. The noise level was deafening! Schedules were posted and it all began! Jennifer was excited. This was what she wanted to experience the most. Being a showgirl with the latest clothes draping her body stimulated her beyond belief. She looked around and saw a frenzy of activity. She was sitting in front a long bank of mirrors that reflected many gorgeous women in various states of undress. Jennifer gulped and realized that she was suddenly part of that inner circle! It was then that Jennifer noticed Anne had just occupied the open seat next to her. They both smiled warmly at each other. They were still girlfriends in her current bodies. Anne said, " Mind if I sit next to you for this rehearsal?" Jennifer's heart skipped a beat as Anne unconsciously stripped topless down to her delicate panties. It would save time for the wiggle into a tight fitting ensemble. Each model was pressured to wear different outfits and be on schedule. Jennifer noticed that she still loved Anne but it just did not feel the same. She observed Anne's naked body as if studying the competition. It did not trigger the testosterone rush of the usual excitement of a potential mounting. Anne spoke again, "Jennifer, you have been a sweet dear friend to me and I want you to know first about the news! I know that Roger treated you horribly and broke your heart." Jennifer smirked! "But he has changed! He make love to me last night with tenderness and understanding from a side of him that I have never seen before!" Jennifer blanched! One of the makeup assistants came up to Anne and started to powder her nipples and Anne did not even notice as she spoke. " Roger has proposed to me and I have accepted! Our wedding will be next week." Jennifer lost blood from her face and felt the room spinning. An inner voice said, "That Bitch, she can't do that to me! I'll give her a command spell when I get home that will leave him unable ever to get it up while in my body. Since the spell is for the soul, when I get the body back I'll be the fucking hero, and I mean Fucking hero!" Jennifer thought of one more way to screw the real Jennifer for good. The joy of dressing and parading down the catwalk almost took Jennifer's mind off her goal. She could not wait to get home to the book. As soon as the apartment door opened, Jennifer grabbed the book. She tightly held a sample of Roger's hair and found the correct phrase. She chanted the compulsion spell and laughed at the thought of 'Coitus Interruptus' that might instantly affect Roger and Anne at this very moment. She had given him an impotent cock! Feeling better, Jennifer walked into the shower and started to prepare herself in her sexiest outfit for her date tonight. It would be one to remember! John met Jennifer at the door and was overwhelmed by her beauty and style. She smelled absolutely heavenly and molded to his elbow as if she was part of his arm. Jennifer had dressed in her most seductive outfit and it showed an embarrassingly amount of Tits and Ass. She was perched on her most erotic high heels that she could find. John on the other hand, had thrown on an old sports coat without a tie. He picked a cheesy patterned shirt and wore a gaudy gold necklace down to his large belly. They went out to dinner to a fancy French Restaurant and she was treated like a queen. John did not have the manners but he sure had the patience for the seduction. He knew with persistence that this woman would be his. Little did he know that she already was! The night was filled with passion and loud moans. The moans were surprisingly coming from Jennifer. She had intended to act out the part and pretend to have orgasms. But, John had suddenly become the most desirable man in the world. She loved the way he rammed into her. He was fond of doing it from most of the rooms in his apartment. He teased her with an amazing amount of adult toys. It was almost as if he owned the store! He had more leather, oils and devices than she ever imagined. Her stamina was unquenchable. She realized that he could only go so many times in one night, but managed to seductively dance and tease him to greater strength. When he asked her to marry him, she gladly accepted. She momentarily thought it odd to marry this man with such a short affair. But, Jennifer knew that this was fitting perfectly into her plan. Her submission to John was disturbing her. She had agreed to everything he asked of her. It was like she wanted more than anything to please him! Anne was ecstatic to think that her best girlfriend would be getting married at the same time as her. They planned a shopping trip to buy wedding dresses for the Double wedding. It was a wonderful day of new feelings again. The large department stores fawned over the two beautiful women when they learned they were soon to be married. It was Jennifer's plan to do the final switch after the ceremony and definitely before the honeymoon. She did find a strange sadness about the upcoming loss of her femininity. This shopping day of trying on fine dresses and new makeovers was one she would never forget. The wedding day approached. Jennifer and Anne had the look that was perfection. Many wedding magazines were bidding for the rights to photograph their vows. It was truly incredible the amount of preparation that went into this wedding in short notice. While Jennifer was staring into a mirror and adjusting the way her breasts fit into her beautiful wedding dress, Amy came up and admired the reflection. Amy snuggled up and kissed Jennifer on the neck. She said, "Jennifer, you will be the best sister ever! You look wonderful!" Jennifer looked at Amy with suspicion. Why did she say it like that? Wasn't she already her sister? Just then, an attendant rushed into the room and said, "We're ready! Here comes the Bride!" The church was beautiful and everyone was beaming with happiness. Jennifer was even getting excited about the importance of this event. Roger and John were waiting in front for Anne and Jennifer to approach. Jennifer could almost see a glint of lust for his new wife in Roger's eyes. "Boy, would the tables would turn soon", Jennifer thought. Jennifer suddenly felt like a schoolgirl upon seeing her new husband to be. John had actually dressed up for the first time in his life. He looked magnificent. Jennifer felt a inexplicable obedient feeling come over her. She would go though the vows with honesty and make sure he would not be hurt when the exchange was accomplished. Upon hearing "You may kiss the bride", both women yielded demurely to their strong looking husband. The kiss set Jennifer on fire! Her sexual needs started on overdrive at that moment. Jennifer wished that a hotel room was nearby. But, she would have to wait awhile. Jennifer giggled when she thought that she might be able to swing sex as a woman on her wedding night and then sex as the new husband a day later. "But no!" what was she thinking? She must keep focused and get her body back. She should keep concentrating on Anne! Her emotions were getting mixed up! The reception was amazing. Fine food and good times. Jennifer kept trying to get close to Roger but everyone kept her busy with silly female conversation. A couple of hours went by and couples started to leave. Jennifer knew that her window of opportunity would vanish if she did not do something quickly. It was time to change in the back room for the final exit of rice and flowers for the lucky bride and groom. Jennifer had secreted the magic book in her luggage. She quickly grabbed the book and slipped into Roger's dressing area unnoticed. She locked the door behind her and steadied herself for the upcoming exchange. "Oh I'm sorry!" Jennifer said to Roger in false modesty. "I didn't mean to interrupt your life, or should I say 'interrupt MY life!" " I had no idea that you would act so quickly in seducing my Anne after we switched bodies. But, as you probably know, you are having a little trouble in the performance department?" Jennifer jeered. "Matter of fact, you may have done me a favor by getting her to agree to marriage. She always seemed a little hesitant before. But here we are, and things are going to be different from now on. Soon you will occupy this body and I will keep you in a command spell to honor and constantly obey your new husband- John!" Jennifer continued, " I recently discovered that John has a huge ownership in strip clubs and adult video production companies. I have overlooked this because I have some bizarre fascination with him now, which I will gladly transfer to you. In a moment you will not care either!" Jennifer noticed that Roger had not moved and just smiled. He was not even making threatening movements. This started to fluster her and she quickly pulled out the book and hair sample. It was easy to chant the exchange spell while holding the book and human hair. Jennifer thought quickly how she must steal the book back once the transference spell was complete. The last word was said out loud and she prepared for the jump. Nothing happened! "My God!" she thought, I must have made a mistake in the incantation. She quickly repeated the chant and looked anxiously at Roger. She was still in the same body! By now, Roger had actually sat down and looked back at her in merriment. Jennifer was starting to get pissed now but it was tempered by a real sense of fear. Roger got up and started walking to her while saying," It is time to stop this charade. We have some reckoning to do!" He grabbed the book out of her weaker female arms. "I had hoped that in the act of stealing my body some of my ethics and sense of goodness would rub onto your soul. I looks like you have the same mean and manipulative disposition that you as the real Roger always had." The new Roger declared. " You may as well relax, because this is the end of the line for your little game!" Roger said with subdued emotion. " I truly thought I was going mad the night you first took over my body. I cannot remember any details at all, but my sister Amy quizzed me the next morning about my mysterious dress up actions in the middle of the night." "The capper was two days later. I received a mail copy confirmation that the amount of $ 1,000 had been transferred out of my bank account. I thought it impossible until the bank played back a sound recording of my voice. Determined searching turned up a Postal Box that the money was delivered. You made a fatal mistake when you filled out the application for the PO box. Federal laws protect the privacy of citizens in postal matters. But, you checked the box on the initial application that stated you would use the box for commercial purposes. That gave me or anyone else rights to the identity of that Postal Box." Roger stated. "Amy and I came to the incredible conclusion that somehow you had taken temporary possession of my body that night. It was beyond belief but very dangerous if it was true. We knew that you might be tempted to do it again and I could not live with myself knowing that you could take me anytime against my will. We set a plan in action" " We were stumped to find a way into your apartment and were overjoyed when I got the alpha page to go to Anne's apartment. Anne gave me a key to her apartment and always told me when she was leaving town so that I could water the plants. I had been watering the plants yesterday so I knew Anne was out of town. My suspicions about your intent were coming true. I sent Amy to the apartment hours early prior to my appointed time. We were in contact by cell phone when she discovered the magic book. Thanks to your detailed notes in the margin, Amy was able to invoke the spell of translation. She screamed in my ear when she saw the index of spells. The possession spell made sense, but the compulsion spells frightened us. We had no way of knowing if you had already commanded my will or not. We were running out of time and did the following: the spell of replication was done on the book. The old magician's story line stated that original magic could not be duplicated by spells. Now we had a real book and an identical book that would not work the magic. Amy very carefully placed the real book where she found it and kept the duplicated book with her in a dark electrical closet while waiting for you to show up. Amy was perfect, but almost wet her pants when she realized that she left the door unlocked. I finally showed up and pretended as if I was surprised to see you. She waited and listened for your intent. She had to act quickly for my safety. When the last word of the exchange spell was invoked, she pulled the main circuit breaker that extinguished the lights. Moving quickly and silently, she substituted the real book with the fake book and moved to another hiding place while you turned on the lights. Any subsequent spell with that book would not have any effect. I tried to act the part as if my will was under your control. It worked perfectly. We were overjoyed to realize that you tried to cast compulsion spells after the transference instead of before. I knew I was safe. It was awkward becoming male and even talking with deep male tones. Even my sister had a hard time adjusting to me with this male body. The biggest surprise was Anne. I loved her as my best girlfriend but was not prepared for the sheer male to female physical attraction that happened when I came close to her. All my male chemistry and my sudden soft feminine mental attitude was like an aphrodisiac to Anne. She responded very well. She was even the one to bring up marriage after that first night of incredible lovemaking. I think I fell in love with Anne that night and never wanted to give up the feeling. Until that moment, I was very resentful of you taking my body against my will. But, I realized that some things turn out for the best. Amy and I decided to try a few gentle spells on you to increase your sexual drive and make you a proper submissive woman for your new husband. We could not stop laughing when the idea of a double wedding occurred. I would be ok living as a man and loving Anne for the rest of my life. You would get your wish to feel and experience the thrill of a woman. It was obvious the joy you were experiencing wearing female clothes. Just be prepared, you are a now a woman living in a man's world! Amy tried out a couple of the command spells on her management team at the brokerage. They suddenly realized her true worth. She has the highest privileges and knocks down the biggest salary at the firm. I have great hopes of her keeping Anne and I in rich investments for the rest of our lives. As for you Jennifer, as I hold this book and a locket of your hair, I command that you will never plot or scheme against Amy or I again. You will forget complete knowledge of this book and endeavor to please your husband and all men for the rest of your life." A visible shiver went through Jennifer. Jennifer smiled when Amy walked into the room to say that the wedding party was ready to depart for their honeymoon escapes. She was ready and anxious to consummate her marriage! Amy whispered to Roger, " The conviction for kidnapping in this country is twenty years. I believe Jennifer has twenty more years of extreme sexual activity before Menopause slows her down. Fitting judgement, you think?" Jennifer performed her last runway fashion presentation the next week for the NY show. Her husband convinced her to arrange for breast augmentation surgery. He wanted her to have much larger breasts than most of the skinny models portrayed. "Jennifer my Love!", John said. " I have great plans for you after your surgery. I am opening a new club in Dallas and you would be the hit of the show with your new looks." Jennifer glowed with the idea that she would soon be performing with her naked body for the enjoyment of all those men each night! Fin.