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Thanks, as always, to the great editing of Steve Zink! This story is dedicated to Phil 0909 who had the wisdom, and good taste, to win the bidding war for my work on the FM auction. I'm glad he enjoyed the story I wrote for him. Domestic Tangle By Eric ROB I feel like I'm sitting on top of the world! I've been rolling sevens the whole last year. I graduated in the top ten in my class at USC, and got named to the second team all America in football. My picture got plastered all over the papers and shown on TV when I caught the game winning catch in the Rose Bowl. A trick knee kept me out of the NFL; still, my fame helped me get a great job right after school as the assistant marketing manager at MGM. The studio is paying me a great salary, more than enough to get married on. Jennifer and I ran away to Vegas to tie the knot. Her mother is furious that we didn't have a big, formal wedding. So to keep the peace, we've agreed to renew our vows next week in church, and have a big reception afterwards. I'm not looking forward to it, and Jennifer is upset and arguing with her mother about everything. Still, Jen is very happy that I'm not playing football any longer. She says it's just too dangerous. You know how women worry about their men. I don't mind her fussing, even though I pretend I do. It's great to be loved. I smile at my bride. God, I am so lucky; Jennifer is so sexy, so damn playful and fun! I'm sure the Dean of women will never forget her. The Dean was a pompous jerk, and always moralizing. Jen did some research, and found that he had a niece he hadn't seen in ten years. Then she had someone she knew from the Kansas City area, where the girl lives, forward a letter saying that she was coming to visit. She proceeded to fool him, and everyone else - she embarrassed him by telling tales of 'his wild youth' to the faculty. Luckily for Jennifer, Mr. Larson never found out the truth. I bet he still wonders why everyone thinks he ran a still to pay his way through college! Jen wanted to work the same place as me, so I was able to get her a job in my department. It's only as a secretary, but it was the best we could do since she has only a little college. I pat her on the head, then lovingly squeeze her soft, cute ass - then kiss her. She grins impishly up at me. She is only 5'3". We do have fun together. I think her chief pleasure in life is teasing me. Well, turnabout is fair play. I love teasing her! "You should be ashamed of yourself, picking on a sweet, helpless little girl like me!" she says in the honey sweet, sexy southern voice she still retains, even though her family moved to California when she was ten. "I am, I am. Trust me!" Hey, if the line was good enough for Indiana Jones, it's good enough for me! "Of course - I should 'always' trust someone who says 'trust me'? Not! My daddy didn't raise any foolish children," she says, calling me a liar in a ladylike fashion. I grin and tease her back. "Listen, you're lucky I married you - I've heard more than one tall girl moan that it's not right for tall guys - especially ones 6'6' - to marry short women!" I like short women. They're more feminine somehow. Jennifer's green eyes flash. Oops, I know the signs - she's pissed about something. I don't want to be like my Dad. I always listen to her, and am always patient with her. She has the right to her opinions. My Dad never thought Mom did. "I bet it was that bitch, Lisa Loren. I don't like her coming on to you." "I don't encourage her. It's difficult to avoid her - I'm helping with her build up campaign." "It's difficult for any good looking guy to avoid her! She's such a bitch, and a tramp to boot!" Jen took a deep breath and tried to calm down. "I guess you're right - you can't really say anything. BUT I CAN!" Jennifer is very feisty, and has a temper; I hope it doesn't come to a catfight. I change the subject. "Dear, I think you should go back and finish college. I think we can afford it now. Remember, we planned on you returning to school as soon as I found a good job and we got settled in." Jen frowned in thought. "I'd like to, but right now we need to get settled, buy a house, and pay off our debts. I'll go next year." She kissed me. "But it's sweet of you to think of me like this. Most men don't want their wives going back to college." Jennifer had dropped out of college during her sophomore year to marry me. Her wonderful green eyes sparkle. She has very long blonde hair down to her waist. It is so sexy. She'd kinda like to get it cut, but I vetoed it just as she vetoed me getting a sports car. It's part of our marriage that we must agree on anything at all major - even furniture. She says men have as much right to pick out furniture and rugs and houses as women, and she has as much right to help decide on cars and my clothes. It would be a crime to cut such a mane of sexy hair. God, I love girls with very long hair. She also has a very curvy figure - not as thin as a pole like some girls. JENNIFER I love Rob so much, but sometimes he sets my teeth on edge. I know he's faithful to me, but I can't help being jealous. He's such a hunk. I had to snatch him from five other girls in college. If that bitch Lisa moves in on my man, I'll rip her throat out! It's sweet of him to want me to finish my degree in marketing, the same as his, so I too would get a better job. Typing and secretary work is hardly well paying, or even interesting. But we really can't afford it right now. Besides, I want to keep an eye on him at work. There are lots of pretty girls floating around the studio who would like to get their claws on a hunk like him! He pats me patronizingly on top of the head again! He thinks it's funny! I put up with it - it's kinda cute - same with him patting me on the ass. I like him touching me. I just wish he wouldn't do it in front of other people so much. A little goes a long way, as my daddy always says. I smile, thinking of what a 'tomboy' I used to be - much to the despair of my genteel mother. "Rob, I love you touching me, but try to break the habit in front of others." "What are you going to do about it, Shorty?" This routine was cute, and usually led to great sex. "Cut my hair and make you sleep in the next room." He laughs, and Rob smiles down at me with love in his eyes, and I find myself melting. He's so damn charming! He's so damn cute. He is so big and strong; all my friends envy me hooking him. He was in more than one way a BIG man on campus. But dating is one thing, and marriage, as my mother told me, is another thing entirely. God, I hate it when she is right! There is so much work to be done that we don't have as much time for fun. But right now we're on our way to a great time. I smile up at him, trying to be as sexy as I can. Suddenly he sweeps me up in his strong arms and whirls me into the bedroom. It's flattering that he finds me so desirable, and it is a major turn on; his lovemaking is strong and demanding - with him totally in charge. I love it - I can play out so many fantasies in my mind. He is so strong and so hard that I almost always get off! Still, every once and a while it might be nice if we played a different game - maybe be romantic and tender - or even let me be the aggressor! But I don't say anything. Men's egos are so fragile. I don't want to hurt what we have. Maybe next year, when he is more secure, I will talk to him about it. I find myself on fire, and all thought is washed away in passion. I love him so much. ROB "Stop, stop!" she teases, driving me to even more passion. Making out with Jennifer is so great. She's really sexy! I love pounding away in her. She's so passive and so feminine! And she is so hot - being inside her I sometimes think I'm going to catch on fire. We made it three times that night. Thursday morning she makes a good breakfast. She asks me about our finances, which I blow off - no sense in bothering her about that. Right now, poor Jen has enough on her plate, what with work and taking care of the house and all. Then she asks me what I'm doing today. "Well, I have a morning meeting with Herb about overseas taxes, and then my boss wants to review our progress. Then I have a lunch meeting with Lisa Loren to -" Oh no, the green-eyed monster is back. I wish Jennifer had more faith in me. She's so insecure about other women. JENNIFER What a morning! He kisses me tenderly, and we talk. It's great being married. I'm not alone anymore. I try not to frown when he unconsciously patronizes me about finances. The funny thing is, I'm better with money than he is. But Rob has the typical - and not TOTALLY unreasonable masculine attitude that since he makes most of the money, he should have the final say in how it's spent. My daddy and his father are the same way. So I guess he's not really to blame, it's a man thing. But I hate where we work! I thought it would be fun and exciting when we agreed on taking our jobs at MGM, but beautiful models and actresses always surround him. More than one has made a play for him. Thank God he is too decent (and also too clueless) to take them up on their veiled offers. I had to threaten one model and slap her face just last week to stay away from my husband. I feel that bitch Lisa is going to be a real threat! "Rob, I want you to be careful around Lisa. I wish you didn't have to work with her." He gets that impatient look in his face that I hate. "Look, darling. I can handle myself. Lisa may be flirty, but it's all show. I love you. You don't have to worry." He pats me on top of the head. "I work hard to understand you, Rob, but I think you are clueless about me sometimes. You are so important to me. You should know how insecure I sometimes feel around taller, prettier girls! You're a wonderful, loving guy, but you don't work at understanding me." I see I've shocked him. I try and smooth things over, and hint at maybe both us finding other jobs. ROB She floored me. I wonder if it's that time of the month for her. After a little argument, I get her to agree that she is overreacting. I have a busy day at work, planning the new market strategy. Foreign taxes are interesting - especially the hidden ones. It's surprising how many people want a payoff for just doing their job! Looking up, I hope my jaw doesn't drop. Lisa comes languidly into my office, wearing hardly anything at all! "Do you like the negligee for my publicity shots, Rob?" she asks, cooing. I gulp. Maybe Jen was right, and she is trying to seduce me and break up our marriage. Lisa looks down and smiles to see my instinctive reaction to her tall, sleek and sexy beauty. "You look great!" I say, moving protectively behind my desk. I glance hurriedly at my watch. "You'd better get changed, or you'll be late for our lunch meeting with the press." Her eyes narrowed, and then she smiled. "Whatever you say." I drop by to see Jennifer, and find her typing away. She smiles at me wanly. God, what a pile of work is on her desk. As usual, her eyes go to my collar to check for lipstick. "Dear, let's go out tonight - there's a carnival in town. It will be fun. We can grab a meal there, and you get a night off from cooking." Jennifer brightens. "No argument from me - any night I don't have to cook is a good night. But promise me you won't make me ride any roller coasters." "Okay!" I laugh. She is so timid sometimes. Imagine being afraid of a roller coaster! JENNIFER I knew I should have dressed more for the weather than for looking sexy. "Sure you won't change your mind and go on the roller coaster with me? They're great!" I feel my shoulders shake with revulsion. I hate roller coasters! They scare the shit out of me. "Rob, dear, I really don't want to go on it. You know I don't like them! You said I wouldn't have to go on it!" He laughed. "Now, Jennifer, don't be silly. Okay, you don't have to go if you don't want to, but this is not a big one - come on, be a sport." "I don't want to go," I say firmly. "Okay," he shrugs. "I think you're missing a good time." "Why do you always think I like what you like, Rob?" He looked guilty. "Do I do that?" "Constantly!" "Sorry. I guess I have to work on that. I don't mean to do it." I see his eyes wander as a couple of teenaged temptresses undulate by. They hardly have any clothes on. He does the same thing at work. I jab in him the ribs, and I am glad to hear his breath explode from the impact. "What was that for?" he asks so very innocently. "You know damn well what that was for. Eyes front, lover." He grins engagingly. I must admit he is so very cute! We have our promised dinner - he ate three knockwursts and a huge helping of potato salad, and drinks three beers. I have a mall salad. God, it would be nice to eat like Rob does without worrying about weight. He looks like he could still run over linebackers. "Lets go home," I suggest diffidently. God, I hate it when I sound like my mother. He pats me in the ass. "Let's check the fortune teller out. I hear she's a hoot, and not to be missed!" I look at him. I know that look - no use arguing. "Okay, but remember, this is your idea. I don't want you to blame it on me later if she tells you something you don't want to hear." Rob looks hurt. "Don't tell me I do that!" "Dear, I hate to tell you, but like most husbands, you do." He laughs. "I asked you not to tell me that!" We both laugh comfortably together. It's so wonderful to be in love and to be loved. We ask around and get directions. Soon we are standing in front of a battered old tent. The weather beaten sign reads: "Madam Olga, knows all, sees all" "I doubt that; she doesn't even know her tent needs patching, and hasn't been washed or cleaned in years!" I say. Rob laughs, and urges me in with the usual pat on my butt. We both gasp - the incense and the cigar smoke are fog thick. I make out an incredibly ugly old woman. She smiles at us, and I notice more teeth are missing than are present and accounted for. Stuck in a convenient gap, a cheap cigar is jammed. "Hello, Rob and Jennifer. Lucky thing you come to see Madam Olga, or marriage be in BIG trouble," she croaks like an old crow who somehow has discovered human speech. "How did you know our names?" I ask quickly. Rob looks resentful. I guess I beat him to the question. "Madam Olga, know all - well almost all." Her cataract eyes light up hopefully, and she asks, "Do you know how Madam Olga might quit smoking?" "Have you tried the patch?" I ask. She nods. "It just made me want to smoke more." She sighs. "Good thing you come - your marriage is in danger. You see things through glass darkly. You perceive each other not as you are but as you think they are." Rob says, "I think you may be right. My wife and I don't understand each other. Maybe we are growing apart already. We've only been married a year. We need to nip it in the bud before it becomes a lifetime habit." Madam Olga nods her head sagely. "Not to understand - that is natural in men and women. In the beginning, women deceived themselves so as to have a man. Then find out he is not the man they thought he be. Then later - well, men have a real ability for self deception - especially when it comes to their wives!" Rob flushes. "Look! I try my best. Is there some way we could understand each other better? Jennifer says I don't try and understand her, and I feel she especially needs to know how hard I have it trying to make a living for the family." I smother a retort. Like my job and doing most of the housework and cooking was nothing! "I help, but it not be free. Even Madam Olga must eat. Two thousand dollars - dirt cheap, because I like you both. And want to help. You are a nice young couple. Not like corrupt Mayor and his 'secretary'." Here she cackles with glee at some secret joke. "Rob, I don't think this is a good idea. After all, we can't really afford it, and how do we know it will work, and if it will work, we might be worse off?" Rob shrugs impatiently. "How could we be worse off? It will either work or it won't." Then he turns and looks over to the old woman. "Look, Madam Olga - we really can't afford two thousand dollars. How about two hundred - that's as much as we can spare?" Madam Olga smiles. 'You trying to be tricky with poor Madam Olga. Together you make good living, and got a nice tax refund. Well, I will make a special price of nine hundred, but will go no lower." "Three hundred - no higher!" says Rob with determination. "Come on, dear. Let's just go," I ask, begging Rob. He shakes off my hand. Honestly! Men can be so damn stubborn. As usual, I might as well have saved my breath! He ignores my wishes and advice. Rob's like a runaway stallion when he gets an idea into his thick skull. Madam Olga says, "Come, be friends, let's say eight hundred. Can go no lower, as I need to pay for dentist." "Well, I can see you do need a dentist. How about four hundred?" They settle on six hundred and seventy-five. "You drove poor Madam Olga to the wall. The angels are weeping for me. Now you of course want spell to cancel spell." "Madam Olga, you are clever, but not clever enough," says Rob, laughing. "Why would we need a spell to cancel a spell that will help in understanding each other? No, thanks." As usual, he didn't ask me! Madam Olga's bushy eyebrows rise. Then she laughs. "Why, indeed." She looks thoughtful. "Very well." She hands us a set of papers. "This be for spell. Money please - good cigars very expensive - nickels not grow on trees. Neither does magic." "This better work, or I will be back for a refund." I smile. Really, I didn't expect Rob to be so gullible. Magic, indeed! "Trust Madam Olga. It will work. I give you Madam Olga's famous money back guarantee. I have never given any money back in ninety years." "Good-bye, Madam Olga," I say politely. I do not like her sly smile. "Au revoir," she answers. For some reason, I feel kind of creepy. As we're leaving, I spot a VERY pretty blonde teenage girl entering. Damn Rob, his eyes are following her appreciatively. Well, she is beautiful enough to be a movie star. She looks about 17. I hear Madam Olga say, "What can I do for such a pretty lady? I can already tell you have no man trouble - except for a lazy brother." I am curious, and stop for a moment to listen. "How do you know?" the girl says with a gasp. "Madam Olga, she knows all, pretty lady called Alice - " "Come on, Jennifer," says Rob impatiently. ROB Sometimes I just don't get it! I'm doing this for Jen because she bitched that I really didn't understand or listen to her, and here she is sulking. Probably this Madam Olga was an old fraud, but if it didn't work, I would stop the check. I took the precaution of dating it for Monday. I have to laugh at the sight of a drunk lying on the ground. A burley country looking guy with cotton candy in his beard was grinning down at him, brushing off his hands. We get into our Trans Am, and I put the pedal to the metal. Maybe Jen was right, Madam Olga did seem really silly. I peel into the garage, and Jennifer closes her eyes. "Relax, I haven't put it though the back wall yet!" I laugh. She doesn't. Inside, I open a beer and glance through the paper. Jennifer says she has to clean the bathroom. I put down the paper and click on the TV. They are reviewing the loss of the Rams to St. Louis, and the Raiders back to Oakland. I just don't understand why anybody would want to leave LA. I walk to our window to check the weather. I could see the skies earlier today, the smog wasn't too bad. "Don't forget, we're due at President Jasper's house tomorrow night. Be sure and wear that great red dress - you look really beautiful in it," I say over my shoulder. I walk back to my beer, and sit back down again. Jennifer comes in and sits down next to me, then touches my hand. "Do I REALLY have to go? I hate these evenings. I get a triple dose of discomfort." "Sure you have to go - you know that. And what are you talking about - why are you uncomfortable?" She bites her pretty lip. "Rob, you know the older women there dislike me because I'm young and pretty. Then men put me down because I'm just a secretary and don't believe I have a brain. Then some men make me super uncomfortable because they leer at me and 'accidentally' brush against my breasts or rear." I grow flushed. "You're kidding - right?" She shakes her lovely head, and her long, blonde hair swirls. Her green eyes look troubled and pleading. "Look, we have to go - you know that. But I will try and stick close and keep the guys off you. " "If you only knew how uncomfortable I am, you wouldn't make me go." "If you realized how important this was for our future, you wouldn't complain. Hey, let's give Madam's Olga's spell a shot. It will be so cool if it worked. This is the perfect time for it." "Rob, are you sure - I have a bad feeling about this?" Women are so wimpy. "Sure, come on, what's wrong with us understanding each other, anyway?" "I guess, nothing. It would great if it worked. I just have a feeling." Together we start reading the spell. "Tick Tock, tock tick, up down, down up, right is wrong, wrong is right, man is woman, woman is man, husband is wife, wife is husband, I do this to understand, I freely give myself and partake of my mate. By the spirit of..." the spell went on and on. I hear a roaring in my ears. Our voices blend together, until I can't tell who is saying what. I have trouble getting air down my throat. A whirlpool came; when it sucked me away it was a relief. Suddenly I felt the floor coming up to meet me. Shit, that hurt! I felt like my head had just been flushed down the toilet! I try to get to my feet. I feel really weird. REALLY WEIRD! Nothing felt - well, RIGHT. My sense of balance, hell - my sense of everything is just WRONG. I have a very BAD feeling about this. What the hell? I feel long hair touching my face. My arms are suddenly too weak to push myself up easily. I feel elastic constricting my chest. There's a draft on my legs, and they feel itchy. Hair is flowing in a soft cloud in front of my face. I groggily stagger to my feet, and with hands with LONG, SLIM FINGERS WITH RED NAILS push long blonde hair out of my face. My eyes have trouble focusing, and as like through the wrong end of a telescope, I see MYSELF! I shake my head in violent denial, and long blonde hair whips around. I hear a woman scream. It is me. I feel faint and stagger. A strong arm steadies me. "Take deep breaths," says a man's voice. I take comfort from it. JENNIFER I can't believe it. The old gypsy's spell put us in each other's bodies! I am really freaking out, but not as bad as Rob is. He - well, SHE - looks like she's having a baby. I giggle. That's right, Rob would have the babies now - as well as the periods. I see my own pretty face frown at me. I'm better looking than I thought! Rob was right about that. I didn't believe him. I guess I was insecure about my looks. "Please don't giggle! You make me sound like a sissy," Rob says in my voice. God, I didn't know my voice still had such a touch of Charleston. Rob doesn't sound nearly as impressive without his ringing baritone, and in my soft, sexy soprano. I ignore her complaint. "Didn't I warn you about the spell? Didn't I warn you I had a bad feeling about it? Didn't I beg you not to go to see Madam Olga?" She backs away and says, "I hate people who say 'I told you so!'" "Maybe because they were right and you were wrong." She starts pacing up and down, and her strides are too long, and she has trouble with her balance in my body wearing heels, and falls flat on her face! I can't help but laugh as I help Rob up. She looks ready to weep with frustration. It is too weird. Words can't describe how it feels to see somebody wearing your former body like a dress off the rack. I look again. "I am really sexy!" I blurt out. Rob flushes with my face, and self-consciously pushes my - now her - long blonde hair out of her face. "You look so cute! - If I do say so myself," I add. Her flush deepens. "We've got to get back! I'm going to kill Madam Olga! Where's that return spell?" I grin. "There isn't one. You insisted on not buying it - I think you said, 'We don't need it - what's wrong with a husband and wife understanding each other better?'" Rob really looks offended, and her - my - pretty face grits pearly teeth in anger. "No wonder Madam Olga said, 'Au revoir!'" "That tricky damn gypsy! I'll ring her scraggly neck." I can't help but laugh. It seems silly for this petite female in front of me to threaten anybody physically! I feel so strong - so confident in Rob's body. I tower over my old self. I walk over and with little effort pick up the heavy love seat. It's great to be so strong! "Quit showing off, we've got to get back to that tricky gypsy and get our bodies back!" I pat her on top of the head. It's funny to see Rob look so humiliated. "How are you going to make me, Shorty?" I say, and laugh and laugh. But I agree to go. It's only fair, I guess - though I for one am in no hurry to swap back. It wouldn't hurt Rob to find out how tough my life is right now. It's a great joke - now I'm the big macho man, and she's the small girl! I can't help myself. I pat what used to be MY soft ass and say, "Let's go!" Rob sputters, but follows me out; she's so upset she staggers and falls again. "Damn heels to hell!" Again I help Rob to her feet. My former face is scarlet with embarrassment. "Smaller steps, dear. Remember, you're not running a pass pattern," I say laughing. It's so funny to watch Rob mincing around in my heels. She's too embarrassed to say anything until we get to the car. I brush past her to the driver's side, and take the keys out of MY pants pocket. "Hey, how come you're driving?" she asks like a petulant female. "Because the guy should drive. Right now, I am the guy. Do you want to argue, or get over to the carnival?" Whining, she swings my old legs into the car - showing a lot of leg and panty. She looks down and blushes to the roots of her blonde hair. "You've got to remember to act like a lady now, dear," I say in Rob's patent, all too patient and patronizing voice. "Okay" she answers with a sigh. "Good what a night! Please hurry!" she begs. This is really funny. I put the pedal to the metal. Getting out of the car, I grin to see her carefully swing her legs out. Again I pat her on the rump, and she flushes. "Good girl!" I say. She looks like she would like to make a scene, but remembers why we are here, and we walk briskly toward Madam Olga's tent. I hear a whining female voice complaining behind me. "Slow down, Jen - with your short legs and these damn high heeled shoes, I can't keep up! I don't want to fall on my ass again!" "You better call me Rob in public, JENNIFER," I say, again patting her soft behind. It feels good to do so. Rob looks really humiliated. I shouldn't be having fun teasing her, but I do. This is the best joke ever. Madam Olga is grinning from ear to ear when we enter her smelly tent. "Back so soon?" she asks innocently. "Ah, no doubt you want to thank and praise Madam Olga for her magic spell. See, I told you it work." Rob exploded. "You stupid woman, you switched our bodies!" She laughed. "How better for man and wife to gain understanding?" "It's not what we wanted!" "Ah, but its what you NEEDED, and what you GOT." Rob danced with impatience. I recognized an old habit of mine. I did the same thing when I was livid. "Never mind! Just give us the spell to swap us back," Rob asks, calming down. "Certainly. Just hand Madam Olga $1,000 - CASH - for the spell. Oh, and another $650 cash and I give you back your predated check. Not nice to try and trick poor old women." For a moment Rob seems speechless. I have to grin. He thought he was so smart! Well, now SHE was paying for it. "But we paid you for the spell." "Not the return one." "I'm not giving you another penny." She shrugs, still grinning. "That okay - then you both stay where you are forever. I know you will like being pretty girl, having periods and babies!" Rob turned white. "You - You..." she sputters. I hide a grin. "Now, dear, try and calm yourself. You won't get anywhere acting like a hysterical woman." I pat her on top of the head again. I thought Rob was going to faint from embarrassment. "You come back with cash, THEN you get return spell," says Madam Olga smugly. Rob stared at her. "But the banks don't open until morning." "Come back in morning, then. Good night, Madam Olga needs her beauty sleep." Rob and I look at each other. That was for sure. "You mean I have to spend the night in this female body of Jen's?" she asks, whining. I hadn't whined like that - had I? "Come on, let's go dear," I order, patting Rob on the butt. It really feels good. Rob starts crying as we leave the tent. I feel sorry for her. I hug her. It feels really good to have a lovely woman in these strong arms. "Thanks, that's makes me feel better," she says. She searches my purse and brings out a hanky, then blows her nose. "Not so loud," I say, wincing. She makes me look uncool. ROB This has been by far the most humiliating experience of my life. I feel so weak and helpless and so very embarrassed. I'm wearing a dress and pantyhose. And Jennifer, damn her - him! - Keeps patting me on my ass! I think Jen is enjoying being me, and me being her! We get home, and I start undressing for bed. I grunt reaching for the buttons on the back of my - I mean Jennifer's - dress. My fingers fumble around. Through clenched teeth I say, "Would you be so kind as to help me with the buttons?" "Of course, sweetheart," Jen says with a grin. He pats me on the rear again. What an obnoxious habit! I step out of the dress and stagger again in these damn heels! I kick the fucking things across the room, and they bang into the wall. Then I remove the slip. I struggle with the bra. I feel like an Indian rubber man. God, me in a bra! I sink my pride and ask Jennifer to help me. There goes the pat again! I grit my teeth. Boy, does it feel good when my tits swing free. I look down. It's really weird! I touch them hesitantly. It feels so weird. Meanwhile, Jennifer - the lucky guy - is already undressed. I notice Jen's eyes on me, and I flush and turn away. I see Jennifer has a hard on. The large male approaches me. I feel so weak and helpless. Strange - I kinda like it! Jen starts stroking my breasts. It feels great! GREAT! "Don't!" I protest weakly. Jen ignores me, and kisses me on the back on my neck, and I shiver. "Darling. Tonight is our only chance to know what it feels like to have sex as each other." I stare wide-eyed at my old, powerful TALL body. Jen picks me up in what were my own strong arms, and carries me toward the bed. God, I am wet! I - Rob Hunter - am wet! I - Rob Hunter - am a weak female! JENNIFER Masculine arousal is so strong, so overwhelming. I grin inside. Poor Rob is feeling so weak. Well - it won't hurt her. I decide I'm going to make love to her just like he did to me. Just overpower her. Let her see what it's like. This is my last chance. Then maybe Rob will be more reasonable about our sex life in the future. Fuck, my old body is turning me on. My breaths are gasps. Rob cries out in pain. "Don't hold me so tight!" she begs. "Sorry." I fondle her tits they way Rob always did to me. I can tell from the look she's put on my former face that she is torn between pleasure and pain. God, I am so strong! Instinctively, Rob wraps soft legs around my muscular waist. I plunge in, and she cries out. The silken softness of my former pussy sears me. The hell with Rob's pleasure! I lose it. Soon I am coming in buckets. Later Rob shakes her head when I ask, "Did you get off?" "But I enjoyed myself," Rob hurriedly says - just as I always did. Her pride wont let her admit that it was too rough and self- centered. Rob wasn't female enough to enjoy it. Rob is not a fool, and she knows that my lovemaking was a mirror image of his own. Still, she sighs with genuine pleasure when I cuddle her. I do love Rob, and I am sure Rob loves me. "I love you," I whisper. "I love you, too. No matter what happens, we will always have our love." Strange, Rob sounds so feminine. We fall asleep in each other's arms. I wake up to the alarm. I blink and remember - I am now Rob! It's so easy to get ready in the morning - except for shaving. I cut my - Rob's face three times. Rob flushes as I watch her piss sitting down, and tell her how to clean up her new equipment. When she goes into the shower, I pick out some 'interesting' clothes for her to wear today. ROB What a nightmare I am in! I felt so helpless in bed last night. Jennifer treated me just as I treated her during sex. Why didn't she say something about how rough it was? I flush, remembering once when she brought up the subject, and I had just brushed it off thinking she was flirting! Parts of last night's sex were excellent, but some weren't. This morning, taking a piss in my female body with Jen watching and telling me how to wipe was utterly humiliating! God, the shower feels so good. My body - Jennifer's body - of course feels so soft - so sensuous. I almost purr. Shit! My long blonde hair takes forever to dry. Jen calls both our bosses and tells them we will be a little late as we have some important bank matters to take care of! Do we ever. I can't wait to get back into my own body. Damn, Jen makes me make him bacon and eggs while I am stuck with weight watcher crap. I wash up and go into our bedroom. Jan hands me an outfit. I asked him to pick out something for me. I blush putting on the silky panties; God, are thongs up my crack uncomfortable. I tear three pairs of pantyhose before I get it right. Then I slip on a short skirt and a lovely green blouse. It really sets off my eyes. Jen helps me with my makeup. What a lot of trouble women have to go through! I stare at the wedding ring on my slim fingers. It's weird, I am married to myself! I slip on a few bracelets and almost tear my earlobes trying to put on dangling earrings. I hope I didn't put on too much perfume. I don't want to smell like a tramp. Jen finishes styling my hair. I look dubiously at the shoes. They have even higher heels than the ones I was falling in last night. I had been so embarrassed! "Just put them on, Rob! They go with the skirt." I find myself obeying Jen now. He's so big and strong. Gingerly, I slip on the shoes - they're three-inch spikers. I stagger, and Jen catches me. He is so strong. WHAT AM I THINKING? I won't go there. To take my mind off my fears I practice walking, and soon I am doing it like I have been a woman all my life. Well, I guess my body always has, it's just my mind that hasn't been a lifelong female. We drive in rush hour traffic to our bank. It's so humiliating; Jen insists on taking care of the money matters, just as I used to do. Men stare lustfully at me. I shrink. I feel like I have no clothes on! Madam Olga's eyes gleam with greed when we get back to her tent. "You have cash! I have spell." She counted it in great rapidity. "Can we do it here?" I ask eagerly. "Foolish man! Swapping bodies not be like bingo! Bodies and souls must rest. Wait until Sunday night - than swap back." "Sunday night!" I cry. "I can't be Jennifer that long." JENNIFER Poor Rob moans like a lost soul. I feel sorry for her. I could look upon our swap as an adventure - as fun. Poor Rob seems doomed to view it as a disaster. "Damn Madam Olga, anyway. Three days as you. Three days!" "You lucky girl!" I laugh a little, and Rob looks offended. It's too funny seeing my face from the outside looking so sulky. "It's not funny!" "Yes, it is, Rob. It's hysterical. You're now me, and I'm now you to the whole wide world. What a great joke we'll play on everyone," I laugh. "Now you have to deal with my mother!" "Some joke!" "Well, we'd better get to work," I say practically. Rob makes my face go blank. I get irritated. My husband is making me look like a bimbo! "Let's call in sick!" Rob says desperately. "Don't be so stupid, Rob. Taking Friday off will look bad on both our records." Besides, this is my chance to find out what if anything is going on between Rob and Lisa, and put the bitch in her place! But I don't mention that to Rob; instead, I fill her in on what SHE has to do. Rob is not a happy camper. "Do I have to?" Rob asks whining. I pat what was once the top of my head. It feels GREAT to be so big, so in charge! "Be a good little girl at work today, Shorty. Remember that you're Jennifer, and no flirting with the cute guys." Rob groans, and rolls her pretty eyes; I grin to see her so flustered. Eventually Rob fills me in on what I now have on my plate. It sure sounds more exciting than typing and filing and getting coffee! ROB How humiliating! I feel like every guy in the place is checking me out as I walk gracefully (remembering my lessons) to Jen's...no, my desk. I am hardly settled in when the intercom buzzes. "Jennifer, would you be a sweetheart and get me some coffee?" "No problem at all, Mr. Kurtz," I say sweetly. What a life! What did I ever do to deserve this? I bring the jerk his coffee. I feel like dumping it on his lap. "Everything go all right at the bank for you and your husband? Nothing serious, I hope." I think quickly. I can see his nose twitching for news. "No, sir. We were in a position where we had to pay for something with cash - the other parties wouldn't take a check." "Not drugs, I hope?" laughed old Kurtz. "Not drugs, sir!" I make myself giggle. How humiliating! While I was typing a boring letter (I found I could type much faster as Jen), an older woman came up to me. She smiled so sweetly that I felt alarm bells go off. "Jennifer, dear. I'm afraid I have some bad new for you." It wasn't bad to HER, I can tell from her smile. 'What a bitch!' I find myself thinking. "Your husband Rob is having an affair with Lisa Loring. I thought you should know." I find my face flushing with fury, and my nails curl into claws. "You lying sack of shit!" I stand up and face her, inches away from her ugly, wrinkled puss! She backs away nervously. "I was just trying to help!" "Bull hockey! You were trying to cause trouble between me and my husband! If you try it again, I'll tear your hair out by it's ugly, dyed roots." She flees ignominiously. Does Jen have to listen to this often? No wonder she's been green eyed and insecure lately! Maybe I should find a new job? Shit! My body is telling me it's time to go to the bathroom! I bite my lower lip with annoyance. Gone are the days I could just unzip and let her fly. I sigh for the comfort of days gone by. I feel so humiliated and embarrassed going into the ladies room. All my earlier conditioning was screaming - they're going to laugh at you! But of course, all the woman here see only Jennifer. I have to wait for a stall. Just great! I had waited too long to go because of my embarrassment. I hope I didn't puddle on the floor. Another woman tried to cut in line, put I pulled her back and hurried in. Down with the skirt - God damn, but the zipper in back was hard to reach. Long fingernails make me fumble in my haste! AT LAST! Down with the slip. Down with the pantyhose and panties. Ahhhh! At last. Then I wipe and put the uncomfortable clothes on again. God, why am I wearing a thong? Guiltily, I remember buying a few thong panties for Jennifer because I thought they made her look really sexy! Back at my desk I am almost caught up when Kurtz drops about a ton of files, smiles brightly, and says, "Try and get these done today, Jennifer." I barely keep from glaring at him. I stare at the waste paper basket. It is so tempting just to drop them in. Then stuff the bitch's head in and torch them. "Burn baby, burn!" I mutter under my breath. JENNIFER It's so cool! I tower over everyone. Everyone looks up to me. Some women who were nasty to me now fawn all over me. I feel wonderful! I make decisions. I make decisions! I feel so important. I can't believe how good that feels. Before, I just followed orders. I have my own office, and does it feel weird to have a secretary instead of being one. Maybe Rob was right, and I should finish school. Being a secretary must bother me more than I thought. Just great, here comes 'God's Gift to Men'! Now I'll torpedo Miss Hot Pants Loring! "Have you put on weight?" I ask innocently. She starts. Her hands move nervously. "Why, do I look fat?" I nod my now massive head. "Certainly! You look very unattractive." She looks like she is ready to break into tears. I harden my heart. The bitch was after my man. Now she will pay. "You haven't forgotten the weight clause in your contract, have you, Miss Loring?" "No, sir," she says, nervously looking down at herself. I put her on a scale I had tampered with. She gasps. "In fact, I think your smile is too phony. Learn to project a little warmth." I pick up my picture and smile fondly at it. "Now, my Jennifer is so warm and loving - a really woman. That's all." She fled from the room in tears. Mess around with my man, will you, you heartless bitch! I sigh with satisfaction. She won't come on to Rob again. ROB What a horrible day! I'm so glad we're changing back in a couple of days, and this is my only one at work. All the men, even the short little shits, think they can push me around. Many of the women talk all the time - fortunately, they don't listen much to what I have to say! I have to wait for Jennifer. He is at an important meeting, so I have to cool my heels. I guiltily reflect that I had often done this to her. Rooting around in her desk I find a romance novel she must have read while waiting for me. Idly I start leafing though the book, 'The False Princess', and then I get interested despite myself. God, the hero is such a jerk. Why isn't he in love with sweet Miss Reynolds, instead of that cold bitch, Lady Beatrice? I hear a male laugh, and look up. Jennifer is grinning down at me. I flush with embarrassment for the thousandth time today. Here I am, caught reading a romance novel. Jen will never let me live it down! To change the subject, I complain about being kept waiting. He pats me on top of the head. "Now, now, 'little girl', didn't you do that to me often?" Shit! What can I say? He looks me over. I grow nervous. Is my makeup all smeared? Do I have a run in my stockings? "You look great even after a hard days work!" The admiration in his voice causes my heart to beat a little faster and makes me feel good. He offers me his arm and I slip my slim hand through it and I smile up at him (how weird is that!) and Jennifer smiles down at me, and we leave the office for home. "I love you!" I say. It feels so wonderful when he kisses me and tells me that he loves me, too! JENNIFER Can anyone ever have a stranger day? I am in my husband's body, and Rob is in mine! I hope as Madam Olga predicted, we both learn from it. I still can't believe that the spell worked, but all I have to do is look in the mirror and see Rob's body! Rob shakes my long hair. "I'm beat, and my feet hurt in these damn high heels. I'm going to take a long soak, dress comfortably, and watch a little TV." "Guess again, dear. Have you forgotten the party tonight?" Her face fell like a meteor. "Shit! And we have to go." "Yes. Let's get you ready." "Ready?" Rob asked weakly. "Sure, you need your hair done and your legs waxed." Rob looks as though she might like to make a break for it. I firmly take what had been my own shoulders and steer her irresistibly toward our bedroom. It's kind of fun being so big and strong. "I hear waxing is kind of painful. Couldn't we just shave my - your - legs?" I shake my head. "Not a chance. I'm not going to have my legs developing stubble and ruining my pantyhose and making me look gross. Come here, young lady." "Very funny!" I removed what had been my day hose and skirt from Rob. She seemed to be looking skyward as if in prayer, her face contorting as if in fear of what was to come. "Don't worry, you won't feel a thing," I say, stifling a giggle. This is going to be great! As much as I love Rob, like most women, I can't help enjoying seeing men being taken down a peg or two. Being bad is so much fun! It will be great when Rob finds out all the things I have to go through - like waxing and putting up with the execs at parties. Too bad Rob can't experience one of my periods - which would really be something. Rob screams as I pull the strips! "I thought you said I wouldn't feel a thing?" Rob asks, accusingly. "Jennifer did - Rob Hunter didn't feel anything." "Very funny!" When I approach with tweezers to put a few eyebrow hairs, Rob makes a little fist. "Come any closer with those things, and I swear I'll punch you right in the kisser!" She looks so cute, this petite girl threatening a huge man. I give in. "Coward!" "Maybe, but an unplucked one, which is all that counts!" Rob says defiantly, eyes sparkling. She looked so adorable! "Now, to dress you." Soon I was admiring my former body. The red dress I put on Rob was absolutely breathtaking! "You look stunning!" I say admiringly. I am so excited. I feel like taking her in my arms right now and fucking her brains out! What is happening to me? I need to control Rob's powerful sex drive - I look at the sexy female again. Well, at least until we get home. No wonder Rob was always dragging me to bed. This body is turned on so easily. No wonder I could manipulate him so easily! But Rob hasn't learned how to do that to me! That makes me one up! I really shouldn't take advantage of the situation, but as they say, power corrupts. "Absolutely gorgeous!" I add. Rob is preening in front of the mirror. "Thank you. I do look beautiful. But do I really have to wear heels again? My feet hurt." "Goes with the body. And you'll be wearing party heels, even higher than the ones you wore to work. Besides, it makes you look so sexy!" Rob smiles with feminine satisfaction. This is so weird. I have trouble with my tie, and Rob comes over and asks me to crouch, and she fixes the black butterfly. I kiss Rob sweetly, and she kisses me back. I see she is being careful not to smear her make up! "Thanks." I look in the mirror. Rob to the life. God, it is so liberating to be so tall, so muscular. I always got the hots for Rob's great body, and now it was mine, temporarily - which is really strange. Rob stumbled a bit in the four-inch heels, but soon did fine. This time she made no objection to me driving. ROB If anyone wants to feel really weirded out, I suggest going to a party in your wife's body while she is in yours. I couldn't even drive in these damn heels. Women's clothes are sexy as hell, but not very practical - at least for a formal party. "Let me brief you," I say in Jen's soft, lovely voice. "Good! Please do!" I go over who'll be there, and how he should behave. Jen also tips me off to try and avoid the older wives. They've never looked with favor upon someone younger and prettier than themselves. I feel a stab of pleasure knowing I am so pretty, which is very weird. "I can't believe Madam Olga did this to us," I say. "Me either, but we have to believe it. Just look in the mirror - Jennifer!" "I hate it when you call me by your name!" I say, rather petulantly. Jen pats me on top of the head. Life is now one long bout with one humiliation after another. "Get used to it. While you're in that sexy body, that is your name. Come to think of it, we should practice so we don't slip up, right, JENNIFER?" I merely made a face. "Come on, call me Rob," he says implacably. "You can do it. You have to do it." "Have a good day - Rob," I almost choke, but I do get it out. I feel queasy. I've just given away my identity. He is now Rob, and I am now Jennifer. "Good work, Jennifer! I'm proud of you! I knew you could do it!" His praise makes me feel good. I blush a little. "Thanks, - Rob." It's horrible how powerless I feel. "Almost two thousand bucks for three days of embarrassment, this has to be the biggest rip-off of all time. How Madam Olga lived past five, let alone whatever advanced age she is now, is an unexplainable miracle! Thank God we both made it through work without any problems, but I hate filing and getting coffee!" Jennifer...Rob just grins. Damn, but I had such a charming, boyish grin, and I feel my heart race a little. I know I was good looking, but not this good looking. "I'm a real hunk!" I say without thinking. Rob smiles. "I always thought so." The lights of Mr. Jasper's mansion are before us, and Rob pulls into the driveway and stops. He turns my former face toward me. "Now remember, Jennifer, I can't hold my liquor - drink sparingly." My hands tremble. "This is going to be a fuckin' disaster!" He learns over and kisses me. "No, it won't - we'll be fine! Work was much harder. Just smile and say very little." "People will guess!" Why am I so damn nervous? I suppose it's the male fear that I will be caught in woman's clothes? Or maybe it just goes with Jennifer's body. She was always nervous at these formal parties. The butler opens the door. I feel small and insignificant. He towers over me like Big Ben. My boss comes out to greet us. He gives me an appreciative glance, and shakes 'Rob's' hand. "Glad you could both make it," he says smoothly, as if we had a choice. Soon I am ignored, and he takes Rob into a circle of men discussing business. I'm left with the wives. Now I'm worried. I think Rob is enjoying this too much. What will I do if Rob decides to keep things the way they are? What could I do? The older women pointedly ignore me. Occasionally a guy comes over and talks to his sulking wife, then checks out my exposed tits. How did I let Rob talk me into this clinging, plunging neckline? I have to be fast on my feet, or a few husbands would have pushed me into a corner. It seems like I'm getting groped all night! This is so humiliating! Rob comes over smiles and whispers, "Sorry!" He stares hard at the gropers, and they fearfully back off. "Don't leave me!" I beg. No chance, the jerk hurries back as he is beckoned over by his boss. We sit down to eat. Formal again. Rob is down the table from me, and I am between two guys I work with. My buddy Joe is pleasant, but old man Bumstead is always nudging my knee and my foot and trying to see more of my boobs. 'What a pig!' I think, seething. "Jennifer, you have the cutest southern accent! I just could listen to you all day! You could charm birds off the trees with your voice." Great! I have Jen's accent, too! Damn Madam Olga, anyway! But I make myself smile. "Y'all are just too kind," I answer, really laying on the molasses. The man just melts before me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Rob grin and wink at me. That's another weird thing. I find when I am with him, I can't help but pay attention to him and try and study his mood. This is really too weird. It is so strange to talk to Joe pretending to be Jennifer. But really, I am Jennifer now, if merely lacking some of her personal memories. I sweat blood not to make a mistake. Finally, the evening drags to a close. "My feet hurt!" I say in the car to Rob, who I can finally go back to calling Jen. The jerk just grins patronizingly. "Same old Jennifer," laughs Jen. "Isn't that what YOU always say after a party?" God, it was. Jen's words are coming out of her mouth, which I am of course using. I sit in sulky silence the rest of the way home - except when I bitch about Bumstead. "He is an old lecher, isn't he. Don't worry about it though." That's easy for him to say! He wasn't the one fending off a human octopus at dinner. JENNIFER I felt so important at the party. Also, it was a relief not to be groped! Jasper treated me with respect for the first time in my life, and was going to follow some of my suggestions. He's not as big a jerk as I thought. Rob looks miserable. I feel for her. I've been in those shoes many times. But I know that look. It's my 'I am ready to jump down your throat' expression. Silence is wiser on my part. We make it home without an argument. Inside, Rob kicks off the heels and they go flying. She sits down and massages her poor aching feet. "Ahhhhhh! That feels good," Rob says, purring. After a few minutes I pick up the delectable female and carry her into the bedroom. As she opens her mouth to protest, I say, "Friday night, lover, you know we always have sex on Friday night. Always have, always will!" I stop further speech from Rob with a searing kiss on those eminently kissable lips. I do what Rob always did - strip the clothes off and cover her naked body with kisses. My weight presses Rob down. I know she is helpless, and it's a real turn on! I am sorry Rob isn't feminine enough to play mental games and enjoy herself the way I always had; it can be fun being dominated by such a powerful, strong male. But I can't stop - I really need sex! She pretends to enjoy herself more than she does. Rob really is turning into a functioning female! After I am through, I roll over and drift into sleep. 'What a great night!' I think. ROB Just like a man - he falls asleep after filling me up. I feel so intimated. I didn't want sex - though parts of it were very enjoyable. I just wasn't in the mood. But what could I say. Jen always gave me sex on Friday, even if she wasn't in the mood. Saturday morning. I wake up to feel a hand on my breast. Shit! It wasn't a dream. I lay quietly and fearfully. What humiliations would the new day bring? I feel so insecure. Jen gets up and grins at me. Jennifer has inherited by early rising cheerfulness. I see my former body scratching - God, I used to be so big! Now Jennifer is. I feel small and helpless next to this powerful male. My thoughts are a mass of confusion. At the same time, it's kinda of a turn on to feel this way! I just have to get my body back. Thank God only one more day. Sunday, Madam Olga said. I hold on to that. Jen grins at me. "Thanks for last night. You were terrific." I blush. This makes me feel good, but it should make me feel bad - I, Rob Hunter, All American football player - feel good about being a sexy girl? The weirdness level has gone through the roof! I feel a pat on my soft rear. "Darling, how about making us a nice breakfast?" I am not a happy camper. "Jen, you always cook for us." "But you're the wife now, you're Jennifer now," he laughs. Jen is enjoying this too much! Jennifer's spirit of mischief is taking this too far. I take a deep breath, and see him look at my tits. I have mixed feelings about this. 'Keep your temper' I tell myself. 'Just one more day.' I smile sweetly. "Okay, but don't forget you need to cut the crass, ROB." Jen looks surprised for a moment. Then grins. "Glad to do real man's work." Soon I hear the roar of a lawn mower. I glance and see Jen pushing it effortlessly up the hill. I sigh. He's so strong! I shake my head and my long blonde hair swirls. What am I thinking? I start pancakes and bacon, and cut up some fresh fruit. I sure can handle slicing and dicing better in this body. I make some coffee - I hope it's not too strong, and call Jen in for breakfast. He comes in all hot and sweaty, and I find it a turn on. "Cutting grass in this body is great! I am so strong now. Before I couldn't even push that mower on the flat. Now I can run with it uphill!" Jen says, his face alive with vitality and enthusiasm. I find myself stealing a look at his muscles. What is happening to me? He compliments me on the breakfast, and I am pleased. Shit! I know that look. Here we go again. I feel so helpless as I'm swept up in his strong arms. "But we just had sex last night." "I like morning sex better!" It's what I used to tell Jen what I was the male. Jen picked me up with me protesting weakly. He is so strong! I used to be that strong. I used to be the one with the hairy, big dick, thrusting it powerfully into silken softness. Now the softness is mine. Jen's girl friend calls me up. It seems we are going shopping. Terrific! "Go ahead and go - I'll finish the lawn," says Jennifer patronizingly. "Then I'll balance the checkbook and see how our budget is doing." "That's my job - I always do it," I say sputtering. "It's a man's job - isn't that what you always said? And who is the man now, 'Jennifer?'" "You're evening calling me Jennifer in private?" I am mad and more than a little frightened. What if Jen decides to keep my body? What could I do? Nothing... "We don't want to slip up, do we dear? Look, we can't embarrass each other." She pats me affectionately on my soft ass. I bite my lip. I don't agree, but what can I say or do? "One more day!" I tell myself again. I dress for shopping. This will be interesting! I will find out what women talk about with no men around. I try to put the financial stuff out of my mind! He's is just teasing me, and trying to get a rise out of me. I won't give him the satisfaction. So I dress in my favorite outfit of hers - miniskirt and boots with a silk top, and off I go. I listen to Jill talk, and I am surprise how much I can relate. Jill complains that Joe wants sex at inconvenient times, and without meaning to be, is condescending at times. I complain about 'Rob' doing the same thing. Jill nods her head vigorously. "I know - the same old thing you always say. When will our men ever grow up? Oh, look at the cute dress! Let's see if they have our size!" I am about to protest - then I think, it is a cute dress! So in we go. It's humiliating - I, Rob Hunter, All American Football Player - am giggling like a girl and enjoying trying on dresses. That night Jen again becomes the dominant male, and carries me off to the bedroom. I stifle any protest. I want to show him I can do it as well as Jen used to. He's had a little too much to drink, and is too rough - Jen doesn't realize my capacity isn't bottomless. In this body of Jen's, one drink has hit me more than five would in my former body, I feel so damn helpless. Sunday morning, we play golf with Jill and Joe. It's so humiliating. Jen can now hit the ball almost three hundred yards, while I barely can make a hundred. I feel Jen is laughing at me, and fume silently. Thank God we can switch back tonight. I don't know how much more of this I can take! Jen shoots about eighty-four strokes below my average - he is more patient putting. I shoot a hundred and thirty-two - ten above her usual. I can't believe it - me using the 'LADIES' tees! Then Jen drops the bomb over dinner. With me slaving away in the kitchen, he has done our shopping for groceries - what I usually did. Jennifer says, "I'd like to give it another week." I drop my fork on the floor. My jaw drops. "WHAT! You're joking - right? RIGHT!?" I am shaking from fear. I don't think Jennifer is joking. He takes my small hand in his large ones. "Rob - we can't go back so soon. This is a golden opportunity! How many people see what it's like to be somebody else, live in another body? I think we have seen each other in new lights. Haven't you learned something?" "Yes, of course -" "What's one more week?" "I don't want to do it. I don't want to do it!" I pound futilely at his powerful chest. Jen catches my tiny hands in a crushing hold. "Remember our agreement; we both agreed - at YOUR urging - to do Madam Olga's spell. As far as I am concerned, we both have to agree to swap back. For one thing, you will be much better with my mother than I would. She and I have been going hammer and tongs about the church wedding." Fuck! In the excitement of switching bodies, I had forgotten we were having a formal wedding and renewing our vows. We were doing it to please Jen's Mom, and Jennifer had been dreading it big time. I felt my eyes get as big as dinner plates. "I have to wear a wedding dress?" I hear the horror in my voice. "I have to walk down the aisle with everyone staring a me? I have to marry myself?" Jen looks both mischievous and loving. He drops to one knee. He takes my hands. I am trembling with fear - and maybe something else. Emotions are like fireworks in my body and brain. Jennifer says with what used to be my voice, "My darling, I love you and I always will - no matter what bodies we are in. Will you marry me?" I feel incredibly weird. My head grows light and I feel like fainting. I pull myself together. I do love Jen. "Yes, no matter what body I am in. I love you." We kiss. The ensuing sex feels so wonderful. I feel so loved. Afterwards I beg Jen to swap us back, but he holds firm. All my begging and pleading get me nowhere. I am furious and frightened. I run out of the house, and drive to the carnival. I will ask Madam Olga if there is a way I can switch us back without Jennifer's cooperation! I am exhausted emotionally and physically. I can feel the weight of my hair. It is so long and heavy. The dirty sawdust stirs under my hurrying feet. The dust I raise makes me sneeze. I bump heedlessly into people. I am so small I am almost knocked off my feet. I feel so helpless. HER TENT IS GONE! I feel my heart sink like a balloon running out of gas. I sputter to a halt. A boy and girl in their late teens catch my attention. It's the same beautiful blonde girl who followed Jen and me into the damn gypsy's tent! I feel a pang of jealousy - the girl is better looking than I am, even though she wears glasses. She should get contacts. She would look so much better. It's weird feeling jealous and analyzing her so thoroughly. She is screaming at the young man (who is really cute.) "It's all your fucking fault!" she screams as she starts beating the guy's strong chest with her small hands. "Calm down, will you - we'll find her! We need to calm down." She ignores his words, and keeps on screaming at him. He slaps her face and her glasses go flying off. "Your being a hysterical girl won't get us back our bodies and find the gypsy." My God! They must have been swapped, too! It looks like their spell to swap them back didn't work! What if Jen and I are stuck, too? In tears, I run almost blindly through the crowd. I somehow make it home. Jen tries to cheer me out of my funk. "I'm sure ours will work. You can't even be sure the boy and girl you saw swapped bodies from a spell from Madam Olga the way we did." "I'm sure. Believe me - I wish I wasn't, but I'm sure. I overheard enough. " Monday my period starts! The unfeeling brute laughs when I complain about cramps! God, do I feel bitchy! Control yourself, I tell myself. I will be WOMAN enough to bear it - if Jennifer could handle it, so can I. Fuck! But is it ever humiliating and disgusting. I have taken more Midol and eaten more chocolate in a week than I usually do in a year. I've learned more about tampons a