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Soon An Altered Fates Tale by Eric Thanks to Steve Z for editing as always. This is a little bonbon for the list and FM as a thank you for all the well wishing and cards. God bless and thank you very much. Part 1 Peter J. Peters, CEO of Peters and Company, was playing a round of golf with his friends at the Country Club. Besides all the usual banter about business and the lousy position of their balls after each tee, they were also complaining about their wives. "All Kathy does is bitch and moan!" said Bill Jessup. "Peter, I envy you; April seems so...so subdued, obedient and cheerful. How do you do it?" Peters shook his head sadly. "Gentlemen, you lack tack. You never say NO to a woman. That's like waving a battle flag and telling them to open fire. If it's something you don?t want to do or want them to have, you AGREE and say, ?Soon?. And you keep saying soon until they give up. You see, you are in agreement; you?re not arguing with them, so there?s nothing for them to get their teeth into. But again, I only use it for things I really don?t want April to have, or do. Mostly, I indulge her and let her have her way. For a change of pace, sometimes I say soon and it is soon. So as you can see, she can never be sure what my soon means." His friends clapped him on the back. "Peter, you are a genius!" Peter smiled with becoming modesty, but they could see he agreed with them completely. * * * * * While Peter was being congratulated by his friends for his spousal prowess, April Peters was having tea with her friends, the wives of Peter?s golfing foursome. "Him and his God damn ?Soon!? If I hear soon one more time, I will scream!" "Go ahead and scream, it will make you feel better," said Kathy. "I scream all the time at Bill." "And what does it get you?" asked a cynical Cynthia. "Face it, we?re all in the same boat. A first class cabin of course, but the same boat. It is our husbands who have the power, have all the controls - including prenuptial agreements. So we?re along for the ride, whether we like it or not." That shut them up briefly. The plain statement of where they all stood was stunning. April was the youngest and prettiest - being just 27 with long, beautiful, auburn hair, great legs and a trim figure. She was dressed in good taste - expensive elegance. She wore high heels because her husband insisted on them. April knew she was a trophy wife, and oh, did that knowledge burn. She was from an old, socially prominent French family, and had married Peter before she finished college. Peter had been 25 and already heir apparent to his father?s corporation. She knew Peter had married partly for the social connections and entrees her position would give him as well as being the sort of wife who would help, not hurt a CEO. Like many new wives, April had idealized that she would make him love her and become a real partner with him in their marriage. Of course, it hadn?t happened. "I suppose I shouldn?t complain. He treats me well, and I can buy almost anything," said April. "But I feel so powerless, so much a pet, not a wife. I want to do something - a job, but Peter says ?soon?! Men have such an advantage over us - they act directly, while we muddle in guilt and insecurity. We have become so programmed. I hate it! But then, I feel guilty about hating it. It's not easy being a woman!" "Amen to that!" they echoed. The bitching session broke up. All the girls had things to do for their husbands. April was scheduled to visit the dying in the old folks home. It made Peter look good without actually having to go there himself. While there, she was given a box to go through for the coming charity yard sale. What she found was lots and lots of junk. Then she could not believe her eyes. Her heart raced. The fabled Medallion of Zulo! She slipped it into her purse and put $100.00 into the fund. April smiled to think of her husband. * * * * * That night, Peter came home to find his wife in a very good mood. She didn?t even once mention getting a job. Good! His brilliant 'soon' strategy had worked yet again. The banter at the dinner table was unbelievably chipper, and Peter became even more self-assured. The sex later that night was the best ever - for some reason, April seemed to really get into it. You would have thought she never would have sex again! When her sexual energy overcame her husband and he was asleep, April smiled. 'Okay, let's see if this medal performs as it is advertised!' April thought. She put the medallion around her neck and cuddled up against her husband. She felt a tingle. The very air seemed charged with electricity! It was working. She was growing and her husband was shrinking. His black hair turned auburn and grew long - just like hers. Her lovely tits disappeared, and she sighed for the loss. Soon she grew large and strong, and then it was over. Carefully so as not to awaken the sleeping figure, April got out of bed. She went to the mirror. Her husband stared back at her. She was totally him physically now, and it was obvious, looking at the beautiful woman on the bed, that he was totally her! She changed the combination to her safe, and put the medallion inside. April cuddled up to the sexy woman in the bed, and went to sleep with a satisfied smile. Peter awoke feeling his bladder was full, and half awake, slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. His high pitched scream woke up April. For a moment she was puzzled, but then grinned broadly. Peter must had discovered there had been some changes in the night! Herself came running out of the bathroom, her lovely tits bouncing wildly. When this ?April? saw the tall, strong, handsome man staring at her, ?she? screamed again. April, even though she knew what had happened, still stared. It's not every day you see someone else wearing your body like a Paris original. Peter stared at himself - HIMSELF grinning at him patronizingly. He was so frightened he almost pissed in his pants. Only he wasn?t wearing any pants. He was naked - naked in April?s body. "You?re wondering what has happened?" said April in Peter?s strong, confident voice. "I will explain in a few minutes. First, though, I need to piss, and I'm sure you do as well." April headed into Peter?s bathroom. Peter frowned and then shrugged - God, did tits feel funny jingling around. He staggered into April?s silly, frilly bathroom and stared into the mirror, hoping against hope to see his own handsome face instead of April?s frightened, but lovely one. Nuts! There was April in the glass. Shit! How humiliating; he had to sit down to pee! Without thinking, Peter wiped in a natural manner, and then washed his now lovely hands. As distracted and frightened as he was, Peter still could not stop from feeling his new tits. Did that ever seem strange! Felt kind of good, though. But he needed some answers, and from the way April was acting, she had them. Well, he would get them, or his name wasn?t Peter J. Peters the third! He went storming out into their bedroom, and put shapely hands on even more shapely, well rounded hips. "What gives?" he asked in his now musical voice. His former self with April now running it held up a cheap looking medallion. "See this? It's the Medallion of Zulo. It switched our bodies." Impatiently Peter made a grab for it. "Well, use it to switch us back! Right now, and that?s an order." April used Peter?s own strong face to grin at her. The idea of this petite 5? 3" 110 pound female giving orders to a 200 pound strong man was ludicrous! April went over and put it back in her wall safe, and shut the door. "Soon," she said. "Soon. But first, I want to see what it's like to be you, and for you to find out what its like to be me. Aren?t you the least bit curious, dear?" "Not that curious!" he said, backing away from the large male advancing on him, desire obvious in his eyes and his dick starting to get large. Despite himself, Peter?s traitorous new body was finding the sensations of alarm raised by the male?s obvious desire oddly pleasurable. "Be a sport, Peter. The sooner you cooperate, the sooner you will get your body back." "You promise you will switch us back?" "Of course, dear. Very soon." "Well..." Peter?s new heart was beating rapidly when the strong male form put arms around his now fragile female one. "That?s a good girl," murmured April, who kissed what had been her own lips. Despite his fears, Peter found himself responding automatically. The powerful male picked Peter up in his strong arms and carried him helplessly onto the bed. "I doubt if I will be able to hold back long enough to give you the best time, dear," said April. "But with practice, I?m sure we will both improve." "Practice?" asked Peter fearfully. "You mean we?re going to do this more than once?" The apparent man did not answer, but instead, started playing with Peter?s new tits! Peter groaned - it did feel good, and it was weird. He could feel himself getting wet, and his new female slit growing larger! Fear and desire swept over Peter like the waves of an ocean. He - she - wanted to stop April, but Peter felt so helpless against such a strong male body! Peter felt himself rolled over and then entered, and soon it was over, as the male exploded into Peter?s new softness. Peter admitted that it had felt good, but he felt oddly unsatisfied. "I didn?t get off!" Peter whined. "Sorry, dear! Maybe later." April fell back and Peter frowned in discontent. "If you want to get me up again, I will try and hold it longer so you can come - which is more than you did for me," said April. Pride fought with frustration. Frustration won. Peter started working on teasing his former body back to erection. April told him to mount, and Peter did as he was told. "You?ll have better control this way!" April assured Peter. Peter found that it was so. It felt good! Soon Peter was shuddering as he rode the cock relentlessly and came. It felt so good! Not as good as the male orgasm he remembered, but good in a new and exhilarating way. Instinctively, Peter cuddled and fondled the strong male body. "Can we change back now?" Peter asked softly. "Soon. But first, I want to see how you live and work, and I want you to experience being me and see how I live and find out how uncomfortable female clothes are - sexy, but uncomfortable." "But April!" "Also, you'd better call me Peter, and I will call you April!" "Never!" April answered reasonably. "Look, it's your own rep you will be ruining. How your friends would laugh if they heard Peter?s wife calling the strong, macho Peter ?April?." Peter shuddered. April was right, damn it! "Okay, I will call you Peter!" Peter was rewarded with a kiss, which made him - her - feel special. "Thank you, April," said the former April. "It will work out, you?ll see." "But will we swap back?" "Of course we will! Trust me, soon, very soon," said the new Peter soothingly. "Now, I want you to pick out an outfit to wear." "Me? Pick something out for me, please." April shook his new head decisively. "No, you need to learn." Peter went hesitantly to April?s closet. God, look at all the clothes! Peter was very undecided - he picked up one dress and then another. Five times she changed her mind before settling on a darling green knit that seemed to set off her hair and eyes. Peter would have liked to argue, but she didn?t have a leg to stand on. It was so humiliating to put on panties and struggle into a bra. Meanwhile, April took only twenty minutes to shave and dress. It wasn?t fair. Peter ruined two pair of panty hose before getting some on. Finally she was dressed and April helped with the make-up. Soon Peter was staring into the mirror at a very beautiful young woman, and felt a rush of pride and satisfaction. But then she frowned. 'I need to do something about my hips! They?re too big,' she thought. "Don?t forget to take your birth control pills, April." Peter?s new eyes got even wider and more expressive. "Birth control pills?" she managed to squeak. April nodded. "Of course - that is, unless you are planning and hoping to be a little mother." 'Life was so unfair!' Peter thought as her trembling hands popped a pill. 'I might become pregnant!' she shuddered, the thought was too awful to contemplate! "Who's coming to the office today?" asked April forcefully in the deep voice he now owned. Peter stammered a little, but finally got out what would be happening. April nodded decisively. "Right!" He handed ?his wife? a paper. "April, here is your schedule." Peter looked with dismay at the list. Beauty parlor, visit with his mother, then lunching at the club with wives of the board of directors, then a visit to the children?s hospital. "I don?t want to do these things!" she whined. Strong hands gripped her slim shoulders. "You will do them, though! Understand - that is if you ever want to be in your old body again!" Frightened, Peter nodded and fought back tears. April was so mean to him. "When will we trade back?" he asked pleadingly. "Soon, very soon," April answered. "Let?s see now, how will you do in 3 inch heels? Your body is used to them, but I want to see how you handle the sensations which are so new to you." God, those things were uncomfortable! Peter staggered and would have fallen except for April?s strong arm. She flashed him a grateful smile, and then tried some more. Shit, were these things hard to walk in. She was still thinking with her male mind, and not letting her own body handle them as usual. "April - I mean, Peter - can I please wear some flats today?" she asked hopefully. April shook his head implacably. "Sorry, April, you insisted I wear them all the time, and now the shoe is on the other foot, literally isn?t it? No, you must live exactly the way you wanted me to - it's the only way to get your body back." Tears filled Peter?s lovely new eyes. "You?re being mean!" But intimidated as she was, she kept on trying. Soon, Peter was walking gracefully in them. 'I guess the body remembers,' Peter thought. But they still were very uncomfortable. Why had she made April wear them? Guiltily, Peter remembered that she thought April looked more feminine in them, and reflected more credit on him. April kissed Peter good-bye, and drove in the limo to his 'new' office. In April?s Avalon, Peter pulled into the parking lot at Chez Helene?s. Her heart was beating a mile a minute. "Nice to see you, Mrs. Peters," said the receptionist to the nervous woman entering. "Midge is ready for you." A large, powerful woman came out and led ?April? into a changing room. Peter groaned inside this new female body. I just got these clothes on and now I have to take them off? Midge came in with some strips of cloth, and applied them to Peter's lovely new legs and crotch. "Ready for your bikini wax?" she asked rhetorically. "Bikini wax?" asked Peter weakly, and then screamed through clenched teeth. What agony - it felt like the flesh was stripped from her bones. Again and again, strips were pulled, and with each pull, Peter screamed louder. "There now, that wasn?t so bad," said Midge to the weeping woman. "Not so bad as hell, maybe," whined Peter in April?s body. 'I?ve got to get my body back,' the new woman thought desperately, 'but how? I will beg April to switch us back tonight. I will promise anything! Anything!' Next her nails were done and her hair styled, and then Mrs. Peters was released once more into the world. Peter had to admit that she did look great! But it wasn?t worth the bikini waxes. Nothing was! At the next stop of the day, Peter?s mother looked at her former son like she had crawled out from under a rock. For the rest of the morning, Peter had to listen as his own mother bitched and criticized her, thinking she was April. Nothing she could do was right - she just wasn?t good enough for her son. The hours dragged on very slowly. Finally, it was a relief to leave and go to the luncheon. "Don?t forget to come back next week!" ordered the elder Mrs. Peters sternly. "There?s a lot more I want to say to you." Peter was crying - she never dreamed her own mother was such a bitch. Peter pulled over and fixed her make-up. She would be damned if she would let those cats at the club see she was upset! God, were woman false faced. They smiled and then shredded each other. Peter was lucky - her husband was the boss, they had to be nicer to her. Peter looked at dismay at the rabbit food placed on the table in front of her - salad with no dressing, and grapefruit. "We have to watch our weights!" said the fat woman next to her, and then had desert. Peter was staring, but April had made it very clear that she'd better not put an ounce on this body - because unless Peter was the same weight, April wasn?t switching back. Then the visit to the children?s hospital tore at her heart. It was so sad to see all those poor, but cheerful children - many were dying. 'I will beg my husband for more money for the hospital,' Peters thought, then caught herself - 'Oh my God, I am already thinking of April as my husband! When would this end? I have to get my real body back!' April spent the first 30 minutes working out in Peter's private gym - 'Now its mine,' April thought with satisfaction. 'God, am I ever strong! I can't believe how much weight I can now handle - five times as much as before.' April left feeling strong, powerful and confident. He thought it was really cool! Everyone thought April was Peter, and really kissed his ass! 'I could get used to this,' he thought. Looking over the reports in Peter's huge, palace-like office confirmed his feelings that morale was very poor in the company. April had been very good at reading between the lines. This downsizing had to stop! She fired the new VP, who protested, saying it was good for stock prices! "Yes, Henderson, that may be the case, but what about people and what about next year? We can't expand our sales by cutting back!" "Expand our sales?" asked the cost cutter. It was obvious the thought had never occurred to him - the only way he thought a corporation made money was by reducing the work force. That's when April fired him. He said to the rest, "You realize that if we followed the line of this alleged reasoning to it's logical conclusion, soon we would have no product to sell and no one to sell it?" The buzz went around the corridors of power at lightning speed telling what ?Peters? had done. As a result of April's quick work, later that week, stock prices dropped a bit then stabilized, and then went back up to their previously high levels. April glanced at the gold Rolex on his now muscular wrist, and grinned. 'Peter would just about be through with the bikini waxing I arranged after I decided to switch our bodies. I wonder how ?she? likes it? Oh to be a fly on the wall when they peel off the strips! And Peter will love his visit with the super bitch, his mother. That will be a real eye opener!' April was surprised and startled to notice that he was eyeing the attractive women in the office. This is too weird! He also pigged out in the executive lunch room. ?Now I can eat anything I want,' April gloated. 'Peter never puts on weight, and I used to have to count every calorie!' The secretaries were saying how much more pleasant Peter was than usual. Greatly daring, a few asked him, with their hearts in their mouths, if they could get a new brand of coffee. The cheap brand the fired vice president had bought was terrible. ?Peter? tasted it and spit it into the sink. "This is really swill! Well, I know the boss of a coffee company in Brazil. I will have them send us some of their private reserve! In the meantime - get together with the office manager, and tell her I told you to buy whatever coffee you wanted out of petty cash, and return this sheep dip to whoever we bought it from - I suspect Henderson, our late VP, probably got a kickback. Why else would anyone buy it?" April then turned to a different subject. "I am having some computer software purchases examined. You know those bad programs that are driving you nuts? I think Cost Cutter Henderson might be going to jail." The women couldn't believe it! He was so thoughtful. April felt so good at the end of the day that he felt like celebrating. He called his house and got his wife. "Hello?" said Peters timidly. What if it was somebody April knew and she didn't. What would she say? What do women talk about, anyway? She felt so insecure. She was relieved to recognize her husband's, her own old voice! "Dear, let's go out to our favorite restaurant tonight. Get my black tie out, and pick out your sexiest evening gown!" Peter cringed - go out in that red number? "But - " "No, buts! Believe me, once you get there, you will enjoy yourself. You have to get used to wearing sexy clothes. I have a beautiful wife, and I am proud of her and want to show her off!" It was what Peter had so often said to April. Chastened, Peter agreed. The new Peter grinned as he hung up the phone. 'Peter sounds so insecure! Good!' April thought. * * * * * April looked admiringly into the mirror. "I look very strong and handsome in this tux, don't you think, April?" Peter sighed for her lost body and agreed. Poor Peter was having a difficult time with the red evening gown, the special push up bra was uncomfortable and Peter was all too aware that its main purpose was to display her lovely tits. It was so humiliating! Her newly acquired maid zipped her up, and Peter grunted in a most unladylike fashion. The gown was too tight. After the astounded maid discreetly withdrew Peter spoke, "I can't breath! Do I have to wear this thing?" "Now dear, you know how much you always liked me to wear that red dress while going out! Well, now it's your turn to be the belle of the ball. I think you look beautiful!" Peter was pleased and embarrassed at the same time. She turned to the mirror. "I do look stunning!" Peter agreed. "But when are we changing back - I had hoped it would be this evening?" "Soon," soothed April, "Soon." Peter was getting awfully tried of hearing ?soon? but she bit April's tongue - what could she do about it? As long as April had the magic medallion, Peter was helpless. What could she do - yell, "Help, I am a prisoner in my wife's body!" Yeah, that would go over so big she would be committed before the ink was dry. Peter slid her arm through April's and carefully made her way to the car, staggering in the 5 inch heeled red dress pumps. Then she let go of thoughts about balancing, and found herself gliding effortlessly and gracefully. "God, these strapless, backless evening gowns are cold! How did you stay warm?" Peter asked, trying to keep the annoying whine Peter had noticed developing out of her voice. "I didn't! You'll be cold all evening - just try and think warm thoughts and drink coffee. Believe me, you look so sexy that it's a small price to pay." Peter tried not to be pleased by the compliment. At the restaurant, they were fawned over by the management. The owner chef then came out and talked to who he thought was Peter and basically ignored April. She seethed - damn Andre - he was such a male chauvinist! The great red wine made Peter giddy, and she looked across the table and was disturbed at the thoughts in her head. She wanted to jump the bones of the man across the table from her. Sex that night was great. The next morning Peter, woke up with a hangover. She never used to have hangovers! But then, this was April's body. "Ohhhh! Please April, I mean, Peter - switch us back! I've learned my lesson. I will be more sensitive to your feelings!" "Soon, dear. Soon. I want you to have a period first." "A period?!" "Don't shriek so, that hurt my ears. Yes, it wont kill you - I've had one a month since I've been thirteen. That works out to be 178 periods - so one isn't going to kill you." "A period! Please, Peter - don't make me do it!" "Why don't you make me some breakfast - your famous Eggs Hussar! That would be nice." "But - that's a lot of work! I remember you saying so." "So it is - but I know you will want to do it for your husband before you go to church." "But I don't know the recipe!!" Peter said triumphantly. The new Peter handed her a book with the section opened. "Here you go!" Sullenly, the new April put on a robe and staggered into the kitchen. 'Men!' she thought. 'Here I am with a throbbing headache, and he still wants me to fix some stupid dish!' She was surprised her hands seemed to know what to do, and soon man and wife were sitting down to a fine meal. "This I delicious, April," said the former April. Peter was absurdly pleased at the complement. Other, more raucous thoughts began to enter her mind. Peter had already taken her birth control pill, and grinned to herself. 'The last thing I need is to become pregnant!' Breakfast and her musings over, she had to put on Sunday clothes. Her husband warned her to look her best, as the catty ?Christian? ladies watched each other like hawks for any weakness in dress to criticize! Later, Peter had to take April's place on a committee to raise money for the children's hospital. These women were so impractical - and Peter made some suggestions they were surprised to hear - most were acted upon, which made her feel good. April, of course, was out of the golf course with ?his? friends - skipping church as usual! * * * * * A week later, Peter had her period. God, was it a mess, and so uncomfortable. But she was glad in a way, as now they were going to trade back! Peter so wanted his life back from April! Being a woman sucked - heels, uncomfortable clothes, dealing with a husband, who was so much stronger than you, having to give sex - well actually, that wasn't too bad - sex as a woman was almost as enjoyable as sex for a man - actually it was better when she did organism - but she didn't always do that - but April did! It wasn't fair. One thing was inescapable - I am becoming more and insecure while April is getting more and more secure. It was frightening. Finally the disgusting mess was over, and Peter could put down the Midol. "Okay, I've lived your life - I've had your period! How about switching us back now, dear?" Peter put honey in her sexy voice. "Soon, dear, soon. I'm right in the middle of a major project at work, and it would be unfair to you to toss you right into it." Argue as Peter might, he got nowhere. The next morning, she woke up with an idea. I will seduce April into it. Maybe I can get him thinking with his dick. So Peter went out and spent hours trying on sexy negligees - it was so hard to decide. Finally, she decided on one, much to the relief of the Victoria's Secret personnel. The saleswoman grinned wickedly at Peter, "Planning a special night with your husband? You must want something pretty big from him." Peter dropped a lovely jaw. "How did you know?" "Mrs. Peters, I am a woman, too. It's the only sure way we women have to get our way. Always has been, always will be." 'God, what a frightening thought!' thought a frightened Peter. So that night, Peter made her husband a special dinner and plied him with champagne. Not too much, of course, otherwise he wouldn't been able to get it up. Then as April sat in the living room watching the news, Peter went upstairs to change into her new purchases. The red corset-like bustier was a bit difficult, but when it was on and the red dress pumps added to her feet, she felt sure she could get him excited. Peter slinked down the stairs and sprang the negligee on him. April's eyes lit up. "God, you are so sexy!" Peter giggled with smug satisfaction, and rubbed her soft flesh up against her husband's muscular body. April stood and lifted his nubile wife in his arms, taking her to their love nest upstairs. As they were making love, Peter whispered, "Please, darling - change us back." "Soon, dear, very soon," panted April. 'Shit!' thought Peter, but she kept at it. "But is the medallion safe?" 'At least I might find out where it is.' "Yes, still secure in my wall safe! Don't worry your pretty little head about it." Peter smiled. 'At least I got the information!' Then she drove her husband wild so he would forget he told her. After April went off to work the next morning, Peter was helping the maid clean up, thinking, 'I wonder who's the best locksmith?' But no locksmith would touch the safe unless her husband was present at the same time! Shit! Then Peter had an idea. "June, do you know where I might find a good burglar?" The older woman stared at her employer. Mrs. Peters sure had been acting strangely the last few months - she used to be such a lady, but now she was more like any other female. "What makes you think I know a burglar, Mrs. Peters?! I am a respectable woman!" Peter flushed with embarrassment. "I apologize, June, it's just that I am desperate to get into my husband's safe, and no locksmith will touch it! My life is on the line here!" June thought, 'So this is the reason for her change - her husband must be holding something like a damning letter over her head. I always knew he was a swine.' "I will ask around, Ma'am." "Oh, thank you!" Tears were in Peter's lovely eyes. She pressed a thousand dollars into the maid's hand, who ?reluctantly? took it. We live in a supply and demand society, so naturally, June found a burglar for hire. Mr. Peters had to go out of town on business for three days, so the burglar came in disguised as a cable TV repairman. He took his $2,000 and opened the safe. Easy money. As a bonus, that sexy young woman kissed him on the cheek and hugged him. He wouldn't forget this day! 'No sir!' thought Herman. With trembling fingers, Peter went though the safe. There it was! She sobbed with happiness and satisfaction. She would be herself again! 'April would pay for treating me so mean!' she vowed. The next night, April returned. "My, you look happy, dear," he said to his wife. Peter just smiled. "Just glad to see my husband!" That night, after a wild romp in the bed, Peter said, "Surprise!" She whipped out the medallion and embraced her former body. Nothing happened - no tingle - no nothing. With horror, she looked at April grinning at her. "Did you really think I would be such a fool as to leave the medallion where you could get your little hands on it? That one's a fake. The real medallion is in a secret bank vault only I know about." "But, but - you beast - don't you trust me!" she cried. "Hardly. This makes up my mind about something I've been thinking about. You haven't done me much credit for the last six weeks. Your manners are poor as is your French - you're not the lady I used to be." April shook his head sadly. Peter was steaming. She thought she had done really well. "If you don't like the way I've been you - then change us back!" "Soon, but first you must earn my trust. Trying to steal the medallion was naughty, and you must be punished. I think I will send you to learn French - in my body, you should pick it up right away - and also to someone I know who will teach you to be a lady like I was. She's my old teacher from school. Madam Lafarge. Yep, soon you will be better mannered." "But damn it! I don't want to be like you." "We won't swap back until you do. I won't make you go APRIL, but I won't swap back until I am sure you understand me and can be me satisfactorily." They spent the rest of the night arguing, with Peter alternately pleading, screaming, begging, yelling. Finally a weeping Peter asked, "If I do this, you will change us back?" "Of course, trust me." Peter felt so emotional she slid into her husband's strong arms for support, and soon they made love again. It made her feel more secure. The next few days, Peter had a crash course in French and was surprised how soon she speaking it fluently. Then Peter had to go to April's old teacher. The woman was about 60, petite but with a no nonsense light in her eyes that brooked no nonsense. "Well, Peter, are you ready?" Peter stuttered, and then said, "You know?" "Of course, April always confines in me. Rightly, she thinks my judgment is very sound. She has promised me a favor if I can make you so you are more a credit to her reputation." Peter was dying of curiosity. "What favor?" "My granddaughter thinks it is cool to be stupid and looks like she wont get into college, but instead will run off with a slacker. April is going to switch us around. That will frighten Buffy enough to make her see reason. I will dump the boyfriend and apply for college for her. After a few weeks of being old, she will learn the value of not wasting her youth, and will be on the right track." Peter's throat was tight, but he managed, "If - when you get the Medallion, if you would slip it to me - so April and I could change back - I would pay you a million dollars." Peter squeaked and drew back from the fury in this formidable old woman's eyes. She now looked more like a dragon than a human being. "Now dare you even suggest that I am not a person of integrity! How dare you!" Peter found himself crying. "Please! I am desperate. I apologize." "We will have no more nonsense. Your lessons will start at once." "Yes, ma'am," Peter said weakly. All April's friends were glad to see a return to her polished, great lady self. Her brute of a husband must have had her under stress was the general consensus. Peter waited another month and then she pleaded once again for her body back. "Soon." Six months later, Peter was staring pensively at her lovely body in the mirror. "I wonder if I will ever get back to myself? My husband now says that we will change back if I have a baby - learn the whole feminine experience! I wonder if I can believe him? Well, it's worth a try. A baby would be very cute, anyway!" The End? Note: This story was inspired by a picture and caption by Julie on ROBO's site. "Biding Time"