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The Laziest Girl in Town
By Eric
What a pickle I've found myself in. You won't believe what has
happened to me, nor why. It's all because my girlfriend was so damn
lazy. She would do anything to get out of work.
I guess it would be best for you if I start at the beginning, though.
Rhonda and I had been living together for about six months. She was a
gorgeous girl, an absolutely no better word to describe her gorgeous
girl. Great figure, vibrant with sex appeal and health, legs that were
the envy of every girl that saw her, beautiful long dark hair, flashing
smile - perfect teeth framed by incredibly well formed lips, and
mischievous eyes. Her small breasts were perfect for me. I know some
guys like big tits, but not me. I like my girls to have them perky and
perfectly formed, and not sagging. Face it, big tits just get in the
way.
She was twenty, and worked as a secretary in my uncle's firm. My
name's Steve Hunt, and at that time was twenty-eight and in charge of
Product Placement. I had a nice trust fund from my grandfather. So I
was pretty well off. I had graduated with honors from the University
of Chicago, so you may guess I am pretty smart. Well, I guess I was,
except when it comes to girls, and when it comes to sexy women what guy
is very smart? Women really laugh at men. Believe me, I know.
Rhonda and I had gotten pretty familiar with each other by the time the
trouble started. She snuggled her great body into my lap and played
with my face. Her face had the sweetest of smiles. "Steve, sweet, I
would really like to get a dog."
I sighed. "Rhonda, you won't take care of it. I know you too well.
Look what's happened at the apartment. When you moved in, you said
you'd help with the cleaning. But you haven't. In fact, I had to hire
the maid to come in twice a week instead of just once. I do all the
cooking and washing up and grocery shopping. There's no way in the
world I'm going to let you get a dog."
"Hey, Mr. Big Mouth - I'm not too lazy for sex!"
"True," I grinned.
"No dog, no sex," she answered with a triumphant smirk.
"That's no sex for you, as well," I reminded Rhonda.
Her pretty face frowned, and she bit her full lower lip with her
perfect teeth. "I didn't think you'd call my bluff." A sly look of
low cunning flashed across her lovely face. "Okay, if you let me get a
dog, I PROMISE that Rhoda Phillips will walk it, feed it, clean up
after it - take care of it, so help me God."
I was impressed. "You must want a dog really bad."
She nodded her head vigorously. "I miss Minnie, the dog I had as a
little girl."
"I bet your dad had to take care of her for you."
She gave me a smothering, dirty look. Her silence was her answer.
So we got a dog.
That's when the Universe changed. Black Saturday, I call it now.
"Time for Minnie to be walked," I said, handing her the leash.
I didn't like her sly smile when she took it. I then experienced a
swift moment of blackness. Suddenly, I WAS HOLDING THE LEASH! There,
smirking at me, was MYSELF! 'I' laughed, and my old voice said, "Well,
'Rhonda', don't just stand there; take the dog for a walk. I'll want
to catch the morning fashion news."
"How!?" I asked, and my new voice squeaked with shock. I looked down!
No doubt about it. I was in Rhonda's body. The dog barked, impatient
for her walk.
Rhonda, in my body, got up and stood close to me, and I felt
intimidated by *his* superior size.
"My mother was a gypsy, and she taught me this body swapping spell.
I'm only supposed to use it to save my life, but this is close enough.
I'll swap us back after you walk the dog."
"But - "
But Rhoda just clicked on the big screen TV and sipped my coffee.
I felt like I was walking in the park without any clothes on. It was
really strange being in Rhonda's sexy body! All the eyes ogled me, and
I flushed to the roots of my - her hair. The dog pranced around
unconcerned. Finally the mutt did her business, and I thankfully
headed back to the house. My bare legs in her miniskirt were cold, and
the wind bit into my exposed upper chest. Long hair brushed again bare
shoulders, tussled by the strong breeze. I was uncomfortable because
of Rhonda's desire for displaying her gorgeous body. Three guys tried
to pick me up - I froze them out - the pigs! Couldn't a girl take a
walk in the park with her dog without being hit on?
I let out a sigh of relief when I made it safely back to the safety of
my place. I could feel my new breasts rise and fall. It felt really
weird. Rhoda looked up, and suddenly I found myself back in my own
body.
"See, I told you 'I' would walk the dog," she said, giggling. She was
deaf to pleas of not doing it again. "I've got to keep my promises.
It's a rule."
Sunday, while *he* read the paper and sipped coffee in my body - Rhonda
planned on eating things she couldn't eat while herself - I made
breakfast and then walked the damn dog again. There weren't as many
guys out that day - they were nursing hangovers. The dog took off on
me and I had to chase her, breasts jiggling all the way. God, was
Rhonda out of shape. I was puffing after only a few minutes of running.
I got back an hour later. When Rhonda switched us back, she found out
how exhausted her body was, and complained that I had worn her out.
"Listen, it's not my fault you're out of shape! Go to the gym!"
She looked thoughtful. Me and my big mouth. Guess who went to the gym
in the wrong body later that day, and ran treadmills and worked
exercise equipment dressed in a figure hugging bodysuit? When I got
back, Rhonda was watching TV as usual.
Monday morning, after both of got ready for work, she swapped us again.
And out I went - thank God the mutt did her business quickly. Everyday
that week was the same. I would walk the dog and then I would work out
at the gum in her body, and then again later on in my own.
"Thanks, dear, you're getting my body looking even better!" She kissed
me more enticingly than usual and we made out Thursday. It was great -
she really knew how to turn me on and empty me out! Afterwards, she
grinned and I found myself in her body.
"Clean me out!" he laughed. So I had to empty my juices out of her
body and shower in her body. The last I didn't mind at all! I had
even gotten over my modesty at the gym, and started taking showers
there. It was the best part of being her!
On Friday, she said, "I don't feel like going in today."
"Well, you have to, old Smithers said he'd fire you if you missed any
more time. It was all I could do to make him give you another chance
last time."
She grinned.
"Don't!" I pleaded. Too late. I was Rhonda again. He picked up the
phone and called me in sick. There went my perfect attendance record!
So I went in for her, typed and filed all day, and was thinking as soon
as I get my body back, I am leaving the witch - enough is enough! I
don't care how sexy she is!
I got home, smiled 'sweetly' at Rhonda lounging around in my sweats,
and walked the dog. Third time this week I got asked out on a date!
God, men followed me around with their tongues hanging out!
We kissed when I got back. Weird! Then Rhonda swapped us back when
our lips separated. "By the way, Steve, don't think of leaving me -
nobody leaves me! You might end up as me forever - understand!? I can
swap us now from any distance."
I gulped. "I wasn't thinking of it! I love you."
She laughed. "Of course you weren't!"
I walked the dog again Saturday and Sunday. It was strange, but I
started liking the attention I got in Rhonda's sexy body. It added a
little spring to my step. I worked out for her as well.
Then one morning, I woke up in her body. "What's the idea?" I grunted.
God, she was crabby in the morning. I could feel it in her body.
"It's too damn much trouble for me to get ready in the morning with
makeup, clothes - hair, everything. I decided it would be better if
you would do that for me."
"Better for who?" I asked sourly.
"For me, of course; besides, it will help you understand how hard I
have to work to be beautiful."
Arguing didn't do any good. Three days later, she told me she wanted a
break from her period!
"I knew it! I knew you were going to do this to me. Look, Rhonda,
this has gone far enough! If you stop it and promise never to do it
again, I'll buy you a new car."
She considered it. "No, not when I can drive your Porsche any time I
want."
The next few days were miserable - my first period - I was a real bitch
to everyone around me. Finally it was over, and we were back in our
own bodies.
"You were so sweet to volunteer to have the curse for me," said Rhonda
sweetly. "You deserve sex."
Well, as usual sex with her was great. Then one day she suggested we
try it as each other - but this time, she gave me the choice. I
admitted I was curious as well. Wow! What an experience - I felt so
desirable, so sexy; I had a wonderful time. We even went out on the
town - me in her body and best evening dress. It was cold, being bare
shouldered, but still it was a great evening. We made it again when we
got home, and I fell asleep in my former arms. We spent the weekend as
each other. I have to admit, it was fun.
The routine continued. Then one day she decided to see if my job was
easier than hers. I grumbled, but was helpless.
He was laughing when he got home. "Interesting day."
"Was it easy?" I asked, nursing my poor feet. I'd forgotten how hard
high heels could be sometimes.
"It certainly was. I just gave all my work to other people. It's
called delegating."
I shook her head and felt the long hair swirl around. Rhonda switched
us back after I worked out and walked the dog. God, life was so unfair,
I had to keep two bodies in shape.
My uncle invited me to his place for the weekend. I hated those
weekends. My ugly half-cousin Pam would be all over me, and all my
uncle talked about was golf and his stamp collection. My aunt could
put me to sleep just by opening her mouth.
So I pulled a Tom Sawyer and raved about the mansion, the servants, the
grounds, the horses (Rhonda loves riding horses...). It worked.
"I've decided to see for myself what a weekend with your rich relatives
is like," Rhonda said from my body.
I pretended to be angry. Phew! Good work, I complimented myself
silently. I didn't even mind too much carrying my former suitcase down
in her body. I took it easy, went shopping and walked the dog. I was
really getting to like all the attention I got in Rhoda's stunning body.
I got a call Sunday night. "I'm staying another day," he said.
I groaned. Work as her again, a lowly secretary. I knew argument was
useless.
When I got home that night, I saw Rhonda packing all my things.
"What's going on?" I asked.
He looked really guilty. "I've asked Pam to marry me, and she couldn't
wait to say YES! She's so happy!"
"I don't want to marry that plump, boring girl."
"You don't have to. I am." He looked really guilty, and couldn't meet
my eyes.
My now gorgeous mouth dropped.
"Sorry, but she is so rich, and between my trust fund and her family
money, I will never have to raise a finger again - just do nothing -
except have sex and drink great wine."
"That's my trust fund!" I screamed. "That's my body!"
"Really, RHONDA?"
My heart sank. If she wanted to keep my body, I was dead meat!
"Don't worry, I'll pay half the rent on the apartment until you get
married."
"Get married?" I asked weakly.
He gave me a hug. "Sure, with a great body like that, you won't have
any problem catching a husband. That was my plan, but being a wife is
a lot of work - having kids is a lot of work. I guess I'm just too
lazy to be a woman."
I started wailing. "Give me back my body! You really are the laziest
girl in town."
He kissed me on the cheek, "Ain't it the truth! Ah, well, take good
care of the puppy for me. Sorry again, but being a guy is so much
EASIER than being a girl."
Then my body was gone - I heard the roar of my Porsche, and realized I
now had her six year old Civic. Minnie barked, wanting to be walked,
and I felt like kicking the mutt!
Well, now you know what happened to me - don't you agree that my
girlfriend was the laziest girl in town? She - now he, and now the new
Steve, married Pam. I wasn't invited! They get on well together, both
being quite lazy. I worked at her old job and have gotten a small
promotion. No official degree makes it even harder for a girl to rise.
I now like taking walks in the parks - all the guys just drool. Some
of them are very cute.
I met my future husband Walter there. He's twenty-nine and a junior
stockbroker. He makes a good living and is hot. We plan on a June
wedding. Well, I ask you, what else is a girl going to do?
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