Fervour of the Past Complete Story
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I want to thank Eric for his support. Dear readers, this is my
first time, so be gentle.
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By Dale Ribbons
Peter Worth was a lucky man. At the young age of 30, he was already a junior
executive at Wilson, Wilson, & Fisk. He had average good looks, which attracted
many women. Unfortunately for them, he took no notice. He was already married to
a wonderful woman, Farisa.
Farisa was an Indian beauty. She had lovely features, a nice figure with curves
in all the right places, and dark, exotic skin. She was an ideal housewife. She
seemed determined to keep their home a showcase and cater to Peter's every need.
In fact, she seemed to be a bit too devoted to Peter. It was like she had no
free will of her own.
Then, there was her sex drive. Farisa was an animal in bed. She had to have sex
every night, whether Peter wanted to or not. When he tried to refuse, she used
her secret weapon on him, what he called the jelly look. She would stare at him
with a pout and her limpid brown eyes, and his resolve would turn to jelly. In
the end, they both wound up happy.
Farisa had other qualities that endeared her to Peter. She had an excellent head
for business, better than her husband's. Peter felt that his success at an early
age was due to Farisa's suggestions and input. Every idea she had to advance
Peter's career worked out great. It seemed to him that she had to help him in
order to be complete.
Peter was amazed at how far she had come since he had first met her. It was at
the bus stop where he got his ride home from work. She was sitting there in the
dark rainy night looking miserable. He never usually talked to strangers, but he
felt compelled to. He learned she was a 22-year old immigrant with nowhere to
live, no skills, and only her green card, a few dollars, and the clothes on her
back. Peter felt so sorry for her that, despite his misgivings, he asked her to
come home with him. When they got back to his small apartment, he offered to let
her stay until she could get on her feet. Peter had no intention of taking
advantage of the girl, but she forced the issue. She refused to accept his offer
until they consummated the deal... in bed. Peter learned she was adamant, and
reluctantly agreed. The sex was great!
Over the next 6 years, the couple had gotten married, pushed Peter up the
corporate ladder, and bought a house and a car. Everything was going great!
However, something was going to happen that was going to shake their perfect
suburban lives down to its core!
It all started when Peter come home from work one afternoon. There was an
unfamiliar car sitting in the driveway. Peter figured it was just some friend of
Farisa's visiting. Sure enough, there were voices coming from the kitchen.
However, it didn't sound like it was a friendly chat. When Peter entered the
room, the conversation stopped.
"Oh, honey, you're home!" Farisa said nervously. "Peter, this is my... friend,
Mildred."
Peter looked at the other woman in the room. She was 5 feet tall and seemed to
be mostly made of gristle. Her small, scrunched-up face was dominated by beady,
black eyes and a large, smelly cigar clenched in her false teeth. Her obviously
baldhead was covered by a black wig. She wore a drab gray suit and orthopedic
shoes which did not match her gaudy jewelry or make-up. Peter guessed she was in
her eighties.
"So this is your husband." she said, with a lecherous smile on her face. "He is
a handsome one."
Peter didn't like the way she looked at him or how nervous she made Farisa. She
tried covering up her anxiety with a false smile. Peter didn't want to cause
trouble so he went along with it.
"So, Mildred, how long have you known Farisa?"
"Oh, since she was born. You might say I was her godmother. The last time we saw
each other was about 6 years ago I'd say."
The trio sat there for another hour talking. Mildred stunk the place up with her
cigar and pumped Peter for information. She knew he was a success in his field,
but didn't exactly know what it was. Then, she started asking questions about
their love life. Farisa was extremely embarrassed, which made Mildred laugh for
some reason. Peter wanted to punch the rude hag in her mouth. After what seemed
an eternity, Mildred left. But when she promised to return, Farisa turned white.
The young couple sat down to a quiet dinner. Peter noticed that Farisa ate
little and acted like she was deep in thought. After they cleared the table, he
asked her what was wrong. She sighed and told him to sit down. He realized she
had something to say but didn't know how to say it.
"Peter, I have to tell you something and I don't know you're going to react. It
may sound like I'm crazy, but I ask you to believe me. To begin with, I've been
keeping a secret from you. I used to be a man!"
Peter was shocked. At first, he thought she was joking, but the look on her face
told him she wasn't. Impossible as it may seem, this very feminine woman was
really a man!
"But how?" he asked. "Some sort of operation?"
"NO! It was Mildred! She put a spell on me. She's a witch!"
Once again, the look on her face told him it was the truth. Farisa went on.
"Before I met Mildred, I was Frank Manners. I was a successful executive with
charm, good looks, great business sense, and the personality of a jerk. I
treated everybody I knew like dirt. I was charming to those people who could get
me things, and then I stabbed them in the back when I no longer needed them.
Then, there were the women. I treated them like Kleenex, using them and throwing
them aside when I was finished.
"Then, I met her. She was the embodiment of my fantasies. She was a sexy, young
Indian girl. I took her home to have what I thought was going to be just another
one-night stand. Then, after a session of wild sex, I woke up to find I had
changed into my dream girl!
"Mildred was there. It turned out the 'young girl' was really her. She laughed
and said she enjoyed being the last woman I would ever have sex with. She told
me that one of the women I had used wanted revenge, and hired her to turn me
into a woman. The original plan was for me to become a hooker, so Mildred added
a nymphomania spell. But, Mildred said turning me into a hooker was a waste, so
she did something else to me, but didn't say what.
"After that, I wound up at the bus stop and met you. You treated me so nicely
that I fell in love with you, despite the fact I had been a man not twenty-four
hours before. Having sex with you was weird, but I quickly became used to it.
Thanks to Mildred's spell, I had to. After that, I settled into my new life as a
housewife. I began to realize that taking care of one good person sort of made
up for hurting people. I was happy, settled. But then that damn witch showed up
today."
"But... but..." Peter stammered, "What does she want after all these years?"
"I don't know! Oh, Peter, I'm scared! I don't know what to do! I need your
help!"
But Peter was in no condition to help. He was too stunned to speak or think. He
had to get up, get out, get away, and go somewhere to think. Without saying a
word, he ran to his car and drove away, leaving Farisa alone.
He drove around for a while until he wound up at a local bar. He had come here
before when people at the office wanted to party. Tonight the bar was quiet,
which suited Peter fine. He ordered a beer, which just sat there while Peter
thought about things. The bartender, who knew the signs, went over to talk.
"Hey buddy," he said, "You got problems with the missus?"
"I just found out my wife used to be a man." Peter answered.
"Huh? Is that all? You're lucky. My wife used to be a woman."
The bartender rolled his eyes. Peter had to laugh at his joke despite himself.
"Let me ask you this, do you still love her?"
Peter thought about this. He thought about everything that had happened since he
met her. He thought about how lonely his life was before he met her. He
remembered the day they met. The day they got married. Their honeymoon. The time
he had pneumonia and she took care of him. Then, fate put in her bony hand. The
jukebox started playing Sting's 'Fields Of Gold'. The song they danced to at
their wedding. Their song. That did it. He realized the truth.
"YES! I DO LOVE HER!" He shouted as he stood up.
He paid for the beer and ran back to his car. He drove like a bat out of hell,
pushed by a feeling of incredible guilt. He had left his wife alone and
defenseless. The feeling of guilt turned to sheer dread when he saw a car in the
driveway. Mildred's car! He burst into the house and found Farisa collapsed on
the floor, sobbing. Mildred stood over her, looking triumphant. They were both
surprised by his sudden entrance.
"PETER!" Farisa cried with joy.
"Oh, good", Mildred said with a laugh. "It saves me the trouble of having to
find you"
"Get away from my wife, you witch!"
Mildred laughed. When Peter advanced on her with murder in his eyes, she opened
up her hand and a ball of orange light appeared. It hit Peter with incredible
force and slammed him against a wall. He blacked out in pain.
When Peter awoke, he found that he was sitting in a chair, totally paralyzed
except for his head. More of Mildred's magic, he realized. The clock on the wall
told him it was nearly twelve. Looking around, he saw an iron pot bubbling on a
portable stove sitting in the middle of the room. On one side of the room,
Farisa stood in a chalk circle, totally nude and standing as still as a statue.
Opposite for her stood Mildred in another chalk circle, also totally nude. That
was a sight Peter could have gone a long time without seeing.
"What's going on here, witch?" he asked. "Why can't you leave my wife and me
alone?"
"I would, handsome, but I need Frankie, or more specifically, her body. You see
before you a woman who has reached the end of her life, at least as far as this
body goes. I know that I would eventually need a new body. That's where Frankie
comes in. Her body is perfect for my needs. Young and well-built. To think, the
girl who hired me just wanted him to end up as a hooker. But there was no way I
was going to live in the body of a whore. I wanted better. So, I put another
spell on her. One that would lead her to a handsome young man, one she could
fall in love with and devote her animal lust to. Then, a luck spell would kick
in. Combined with Frankie's business sense, it has led you to success in your
field. Now, I'm ready to switch bodies with Frankie and become young again!"
Peter was horrified beyond belief. His wife was going to end up in the body of
an ugly hag!
"This isn't going to work. I'll kill you first!"
"Oh, please. You can't move. Once the spell is complete, I will use my magic and
my new body's feminine charms to keep you... docile. Just take consolation from
the fact Frankie won't have to suffer long. This body won't take the stress of
the switch, and will die soon after. Well, it's time to get started."
The witch blew him a kiss and turned her attention to her evil work. She waved
her hands and started chanting an incantation. Smoke began to rise from the
cauldron. Then, strange gaseous forms began to flow from the two women's bodies.
Peter knew it wasn't going to be long now. He was pissed. That hag was wrong, he
thought. She may have caused them to meet, but everything since than was the
result of their hard work and love, not a spell. Now, Mildred was going to take
everything good in his life to garbage! He couldn't let this happen!
Perhaps it was Peter's anger, or Mildred's distraction, but Peter found he could
move with effort. He pushed himself out of the chair, and walked over to
Farisa's side. He stumbled, and pushed her out of the circle. There was a shriek
of pain and a flash of light. Then, Peter blacked out again.
When he awoke, the room was dark and still. He felt something large and heavy on
top of him. He pushed it off, realizing it was human when it groaned. Looking
down at the body, Peter found it was his own! A horrible realization started to
dawn on Peter, which was confirmed when 'he' saw breasts on 'his' body. Young,
perky breasts. Farisa's breasts. He was in Farisa's body!
(Okay, hands up whoever didn't see this coming.)
Peter looked across the room at Mildred. She could tell already that she was
dead. Before she could check out the body, Peter heard an angry voice behind
her.
"Get out of my body, witch!"
"Farisa, it's me, Peter! I'm in your body and you're in mine."
"Do you expect me to believe that, Mildred?"
"Hey, how do I know you're not Mildred trying to trick me?"
The couple eyed each other suspiciously. They spent the next 15 minutes
questioning each other about intimate details of their personal lives until they
were sure they were who they claimed to be. Then, they called the police to deal
with Mildred's body. They told the cops the truth or at least part of it.
Mildred was a lunatic who thought she could use magic to switch bodies with
Farisa, and after attacking Peter, died from a heart attack. Medical reports
confirmed this, and since Mildred had a history of strange behavior, the cops
let the couple go.
They went home to deal with their new lives. With Mildred dead, they had no hope
of returning to their normal bodies. Farisa wasn't too concerned, having been a
man before. Peter was a different story. She wasn't used to having breasts or
other female parts. Then, there was the fact that she was getting turned on her
former body. It was kind of creepy, but Peter couldn't help it.
"Well, I'm done in. Let's go to bed." Farisa said.
"Oh, bed sounds sooo wonderful." Peter said in a feminine purr as she stretched
seductively.
Farisa suddenly remembered the nympho spell. It must have stayed in the body,
and was now affecting Peter.
"Honey, I know what you're going through, but I can't. I'm not ready yet. I need
to get used to be a man again."
Then, Peter used the jelly stare. Farisa proved to be as susceptible to it as
Peter had. Sex that night was interesting to say the least. Farisa found doing
it as a guy as easy as riding a bicycle, while Peter found it was a whole new
world of pleasure for her.
The next few days were spent adjusting to their new lives. Learning to respond
to their new names, moving and talking like their new sexes, things like that.
Then, the big day came. Farisa, now Peter, went to work at Wilson, Wilson, &
Fisk. His old business instincts took over immediately. The new Peter was more
of a success than ever. However, he had learned his lesson from his time in a
woman's body, and treated people a lot better.
Peter/Farisa also adjusted quickly. She discovered she actually preferred being
a housewife instead of a businessman. She also felt that this was her penance
for abandoning Farisa. So, the young couple lived happily ever after.
But not Mildred though. Yes, she still lived, a higher power decided to punish
the witch by giving her exactly what she wanted. She awoke to find that she was
in the body of a different woman. Another immigrant from India. The good news
was the body was young and well-built. The bad news was she had lost her powers,
while gaining a thick accent and a major case of nymphomania. The final sting on
the tail? Her new body was employed as... a hooker.
THE END
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