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Song Cry By Starson Daly "Everything's going to be taken care of, trust me." Everything is going to be fine, he says. I wish I could truly believe him. Throughout this entire ordeal, Thomas had been so comforting and understanding. Even though it was so close to ending, I felt that it was only another step towards the impossible. I looked over to him nervously and tired to manage a weak smile. I honestly wanted him to think that I believed in him, and I suppose in some ways that I did. It was then when I saw Corbin over his shoulder, standing off in a distance. Thomas must have realized something was wrong from the look on my face because he turned around and saw Corbin waiting. He turned to me, placing a hand on my shoulder and looking at me with concern. "You don't have to see him without me here, you know that." I nodded to him. "No, I want to, I won't be too long anyways..." I told him reassuringly. Thomas took one more glance at Corbin and then stood up to look at me. I gave Thomas another look to tell him that I was sure of myself and he walked off in the opposite direction. Once he was gone, Corbin walked over and sat next to me. He gave me that puppy dog look. I knew that look all-too-well, he had given it to me so many times before. "So this is it?" he said softly. I only nodded, not quite looking him in the eyes. He sighed and looked forward, realizing that I had indeed made up my mind. "I don't suppose there is anything I could do to change you're mind?" "No, Corbin. It's over, I'm sorry." "Look, Celeste. I still love you and..." I put my hand up quickly to cut him off. "It doesn't matter. I love you too, Corbin. I will always will. But I can't do it again. Ever." He hung his head, hearing finality in my voice. "You've made up you're mind. I realize it, and I'm sorry." he said solemnly. "I know I messed up, too much to let go. But I had to try." I sighed and placed a hand on his leg, against my better judgment. I could see that in his eyes that he was truly sorry, but that didn't matter. He had been sorry all the time. "I'm sorry. You were a loving wife, but a horrible husband." *** She was in the mood, and who was I not to give her what she wanted? We simply made our way to the car after a great dinner and headed off to a little spot that we used to go to when we first started dating. With Celeste, there was never such thing as bad sex. However, sex went to another level that words simply cannot fathom when she was in the mood. Even though it was storming and the lightening was coming periodically, it didn't stop her insatiable appetite. It wasn't like I was about to let a little water stop me from having great sex with my wife. Combine that with the fact that we both finished off a bottle of champagne over dinner and you could see where we were headed. I hardly got the car in park before her slender fingers were already unbuckling my belt and working my pants down. She had that look of absolute lust mixed into a cocktail with liquor. One glance into her smoldering eyes and I knew I was about to be spoiled. I don't how she got it in her mouth so fast, but she was sucking me down with such unequaled enthusiasm that I simply laid back and groaned. She was a pro, make no mistake about it. I silently thanked the marriage gods for giving me a woman who loved to give blowjobs. The way she slowly made love to me with her mouth felt like it lasted an eternity. I believe every nerve within my body was connected to my manhood at that moment. She knew my body so well, and once I was close enough for her, she let me out of her mouth, giving me one final lick while flashing me a look of pure satisfaction. I watched her, the impish grin, the tousled mane of rich brown hair that fell around her face, the chocolate eyes that peaked out at me full of love and desire. Her eyes. I think I honestly fell in love with her eyes. I did every time I looked into them. I could tell by her expression that she was doing the same thing. "I love you so much." I whispered to her. She smiled at this and gave me a squeeze before she slid into my lap and gave me a deep kiss. "I love you too, baby." she said softly. "You're unbelievable. I don't think I could be any happier." She simply gave me a devilish grin as she touched my cheek with her hand. "I only try to make you as happy as you make me, love." she whispered into my ear. "I wish you could feel the pleasure you give me. You have no idea how you make me feel." She touched my lips and I pulled her closer to me. With one quick motion, she slipped me inside her, moaning as she slowly slid herself down completely into my lap. I reveled in her warmth before we both began to grind each other. I held her as she moaned. To be honest, it was more like primal screaming. It drove me crazy and only edged me on. Our sounds were like some sort of perverse opera, and Celeste was the diva for the night. I felt her getting close, and she let me know by clawing my back screaming longer and louder. I was dizzy and nearly deaf, but I was also getting close. Somehow, I noticed the storm was picking up, the lightening getting closer and the rain hitting the car hard. Then it happened. We came together, one loud moan in unison that signaled our climax. It was also then when the car was struck by something. We both felt it, but our pleasure seems to numb it, only make it a surge underneath the climax. I started to fade, and I could see that she was doing the same. Then all was black. Nothing. When I came to, I felt as if the entire planet had steamrolled me. My body was so sore that I couldn't move. My ears were constantly ringing and I couldn't see because my eyes wouldn't completely open and what little did I could see was hazy. After a few moments, my head stopped spinning and I started to take inventory of everything around me. "Celeste?" I said in a rather groggy voice. I coughed and held my throat. It was so sore that it hurt for me to talk. I noticed that Celeste didn't respond, but she was breathing. I sighed in relief. It was then that I realized something wasn't right. For one thing, I was leaning back on what felt like a steering wheel. I knew that me and Celeste ended up in some very strange positions during sex, but this would be rather difficult, if not impossible. Then I noticed that I was sitting up rather high in the seat... but then the seat wasn't a seat and as straddling whatever I was sitting on... .I reached out and touched the blob that was in front of me. I tried to focus on it and it slowly took shape before my eyes. I started to panic slightly. My body didn't feel right. Not sore, just not RIGHT! My proportions didn't feel right, my senses all seemed shot... it just didn't feel like me... and I realized why as the blob in my vision began to shape up... into me. I didn't' have to see clearly to realize it was me. I could see the basic shape of my face and my features take form... until they were crystal clear. I only sat there for a moment, looking at my body, as it seemed to lay unconscious in the driver's seat. I'm not sure what it was, but I then looked at the hands resting on my body's shoulders. I noticed the ring on the small, slender hand... Celeste's wedding ring. I pulled my hand back, and it dawned on me that this was now MY hand. I sat frozen, starting at the hand. My breathing got very heavy as I got even more panicked. I was wondering just what the hell was going on? Then I noticed that my body was beginning to stir. I looked down as it began to move around, groaning weakly at first, then touching it's head in pain. "Honey?" I heard come out of my old body. I had a realization and my eyes became wide with utter fear. If I was in Celeste's body then she must be... in my own. My old body blinked a few times, trying to adjust it's eyes, then leaned closer to stare at me. I watched as my old eyes widened with horror and the sudden realization of the situation. My wife, in my old body, screamed as she looked at me in her body. *** "You honor, my client doesn't want full alimony, she only wants half the assets from the joint account and the house..." Thomas addressed the Judge calmly while he pulled a few documents out of his briefcase. I sighed as I listened to the two lawyers go back and forth. The bailiff came over to the table and took the documents from Thomas and took them over to the bench. The judge took them from his hands, adjusted his glasses and gave them a quick look before turning to Corbin's table. "Does the defense have any objections to these demands?" he judge asked Corbin's lawyer. "No you're honor." The young lawyer said. "We find all these conditions reasonable." I sighed softly and looked over at the table. Corbin was still looking at me grimily. I couldn't offer any support, even though I did feel a bit bad. I couldn't believe that it had come to this. We had started so well. When Corbin was Celeste, she had been so wonderful to me. I couldn't help but spoil her. I used to pick her up for lunch and take her out on a picnic in the park near her office building. She loved it when I took the time out to cook her favorite foods. I even tried to do it when this change happened. It was hard at first, but it we got along well enough. She used to fuss over me when I had an important business trip. She would make sure I had everything in order and that I packed the right suits and clothes. Sometimes she used to wake me up by softly sucking me until I woke up. I would look down at her and she would stare at me with those dark eyes happily and continue until I came. It was so funny how a person changed so much over time. But I suppose I couldn't' blame her, I had changed as well. I felt like I lost so much confidence during this past year. I didn't like what I had become at first. But in the beginning my wife comforted me. Well, at first she did... after awhile, she just called me a crybaby. But she had her moments when she would break down. She felt that she couldn't take the pressure that old boss put on her. I would help her with her work and I would hold her head and tell her it was going to be all right. I did everything I guess a good wife would do. Honestly I felt that she was so much better at it that I was. I couldn't help but to think that if I had done better, than we might still be together. When this all first happened, we leaned on each other, just like we did when she was Celeste and I was Corbin. *** I looked at myself in the mirror and frowned. I was wearing one Celeste's business suits. I wasn't too much, just a brown jacket and matching skirt along with a simple blouse and low heels. I so nervous about going to work that nothing seemed like it was right. No matter what I told myself, nothing could settle my nerves. I knew I had to do it, but I was so certain that this wasn't going to work. How could I honestly be my own wife? It has been over three weeks sense the incident occurred. It had turned out that our car got struck by lightening. We guessed that the electricity must have triggered whatever it was that caused us to switch bodies. We went through so much shock that night that it's a wonder how we got home at all. Celeste cried so much that I had to get her to move over so that I could drive us home. I wanted to cry, but I felt that I needed to keep my mind as clear as possible. Once we got home, Celeste fell asleep and I sat on the bed next to her, wondering what we could do about the situation and how I could help her. I even through I was going through the same situation, I could only think of her pain. We took the next day and discussed what happened. Celeste was still a bit teary, but she was considerably calmer than before. We decided that until we figured out what we were going to do, we should stick together. We called our jobs the next day and told them that we were going to take our vacation time now and head out of town. It was obvious that we needed to formulate a plan if we were to survive. It was only natural that if we were to survive, we needed to figure out a way to live our lives as they had been without drawing any attention to ourselves. We decided to try and live as man and wife, going to our jobs and interacting with the same people as we always had. We both knew that this would be a very difficult adjustment, but it seemed like the only way. We had no idea how we got this way, and it didn't seem possible for us to change. It was simply too risky to tell anyone of our situation, as it was so unbelievable and we were without proof. Anyone who heard us would simply think us mad. We had spent the last next three weeks coaching each other on the finer points of being each other, which also meant learning how to be members of the opposite gender. I taught Celeste how to walk, talk and act like a man. I told her my daily routine at work, what to expect from my boss, my secretary, what the meetings were like, and who to avoid in the office. She had quite a bit to learn, as it took her forever to get rid of her mincing walk. On her body, it looked cute. On mine, it looked effeminate and silly. I too, had a lot of work to do. My brash nature showed through, even in Celeste's curvaceous and feminine body. I would sit with my legs apart, and even reach down as if I was holding my crotch when I watched TV. Celeste laughed at my nature, only seeming to be exaggerated by her body. I walked around with a usual swagger, something that she always told me she would attractive, but now looked like "an over compensating cowboy in a skirt." according to her. We worked at it, and it wasn't before long that I could emulate her perfectly. She said that it was actually rather scary, and that I looked too convincing. I had to admit, she was getting rather good as well. Before long, she was getting the hang of her new balance and the power of her new body. She had nearly crushed me a few times when she would come and hug me. Not to say that we didn't have our moments when we couldn't handle it. I was in tears after the first time she put me in heels. I hated every moment of it and we cursed at each other for hours. She hated my heavy clothes and couldn't deal with the foreign feelings of my body. She cried for days about everything. But we made it through it all. I would hold her and caress her face, just like I did before the accident. When I was upset, she would simply hold my head until I calmed down. Now here I was, moments from going out into the world and I felt like running and hiding like a child. How odd it seemed, I felt like a scared little girl and in a sense I truly was one. It was at that moment that Celeste came into the room and looked at me through the mirror. I watched her out of the corner of my eye and I noticed that she was fumbling with a tie. Instantly my own worries went away and I turned around to help her. "Here, let me help you." I said as I took the tie in my hand then tied it into a knot and pulled it up around her neck. "There." I said with a smile. She smiled back at me and put her arms around my waist. "I don't know how you deal with those things." she said. I only shrugged as I looked at her. "I don't know how you deal with these outfits." I replied. "Well you look great... not as good as me, but you will do for now." "I think I look damn good." I poked my lip out jokingly as if I was pouting. She leaned down and kissed me lightly on the lips. It had taken some getting used to, but we had to learn how to kiss each other again. We still weren't completely comfortable, but to the outsider, we looked as we should; happily married man and wife. We gave each other one more good once over and turned to head out the door. Before heading out, we took each other's hands and walked out into the world together. *** I sat on the couch of my home, trying my best not to look at the papers laying on the coffee table. To divert my attention, I watched television. It was somewhat laughable how I refused to look at the envelope of legal documents, seeing as how I fought so hard to get them. Now that they were here, I couldn't stand looking at them. It was all so final. To me, it represented failure. All that it required was my signature and me and Corbin were finished. When I first left Corbin, it had taken everything I could muster to make myself pack. I cried as I drove away from the house, the very same house that we had brought together and started our marriage in. I had left to stay with a friend from work, but all I could think about was what I had left behind. Some part of me felt as if I had betrayed Corbin, that I had abandoned him. He didn't know where to find me, I had made sure of that, but I fought the urge to run back home and tell him that I was sorry for leaving. Despite how I felt about him, I had to leave. There was no way around it. We had gone too far. Once again I glanced down at the table at the envelope and sighed. I had to get it over with, but I was scared. Some part of me wanted to figure out what had went wrong. We started out so happy, but it ended up so bad. Even when the accident happened, we were still happy. Well, we were for a time. I thought back to when we first went out after the accident. I actually dressed up for Corbin. He looked so handsome and comfortable. He made reservations for us at our favorite restaurant. It was that night when I noticed how much we had changed over. We no longer called each other by our old names. I started answering to Celeste. Corbin even started calling me 'honey' and 'sweetheart' like I had called her before. That fact is that I didn't mind it at all. I wasn't happy about the whole situation, but I was still with the person that I loved. That was all that mattered in the long run, or so I thought. *** I sat at the desk in the den, looking over the reports that Corbin brought in from work. Seeing as how he had taken over my old job as an advertising consultant, he had to learn a whole new job without training. I had quite a bit on my hands as a regional sales manager for a department store company. We helped each other out quite a bit, but I learned fast about what to do. I saw a lot of similarities in my job and his, but the reports were hell for him to deal with. "Are you done with that report yet, Hon." Corbin called from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes before answering. "No, just like you asked me few minutes ago." "Dammit, Celeste you said it wasn't that hard!" "Well, when I have to finish the quarterly report for the store AND you're report, it takes a while." I didn't like where this was heading. Months after we started working and I was still doing Corbin's work. I didn't mind helping out, but I was carrying a lot to do. A bit of hair fell in my face and blew it to the side as I looked back down at the paper in front of me. I heard Corbin's heavy steps coming down the hallway towards the den. "Honey, I don't mean to be pushy, but you know my boss, he needs that report soon." I heard him behind me as he came in the room. "I understand that honey. Believe me, I KNOW you're boss. But this is a lot of information to go through. I can't keep doing all of this work." I said, trying not to sound annoyed. Corbin looked at me and sighed, then turned to head out the door. "Nevermind, I'll just get Aleshia to look them over in the morning." He said as if he were annoyed with me. I shook my head and got up from my seat. I didn't want to be bothered with another argument. We seemed to have a lot of those lately. Here it was eight months after the accident and we had pretty much settled into life. I had taken the role of wife as well as to be expected. I had to admit I was actually starting to like being a woman. I originally thought it was going to be a total hell, but I was learning that it did have it's perks. Men usually treated me with a strange respect. While some talked to be in a condescending manner, most were rather nice to me. I had to get used to everyone opening doors for me. I also noticed that women seemed to be more social in comparison to my old male co-workers. And while I had to get used to being stared at from time to time, it was nice to see someone found me so desirable. I suppose it as something to do with the natural human need to be wanted and desired. There was no question that Celeste's body was desirable, she was in such great shape. I used to wonder why she had spend so much time in at day spas, but after going to one for the first time, I was hooked! The amount of pampering that went into it all was so seductive and inviting. Also, Corbin showed introduced me to long bubble baths. He spent almost two hours just caressing and bathing me that I nearly feel into a euphoric sleep. That was on experience that I was happy to learn about. Corbin also showed me a different way of having sex. It had taken quite a while to get used to the idea of having sex again, but after that night we went out together to our favorite place to eat, I gave in. I knew I was horny; it was obvious by the way my body reacted. The basic feelings were the same, it was just that the parts were different and there were a few different reactions. Corbin was gentle and slow, almost to the point that it was painful. I thought back to that night as I climbed into the bed. I remember withering in his arms... those thick, strong arms that seems so gentle and so methodical in their movements. I couldn't believe that I had ever been that gentle when it had been me, even though I tried. But her hands used my body like some delicate instrument. She whispered to me over and over, and all I did was nod and moan. It was positively wonderful how good everything it had been that night. I drifted it off to sleep, still thinking about that night and feeling myself becoming aroused at the thought. Even though I was horny, I wasn't about to go and ask Corbin. I was mad at him for how he had treated me. I knew he would be up to the task, as he had become addicted to sex as a man ever sense we started. Even though I made no motion to call him, he must have read my mind as he slid up into bed just as I was about to completely pass out. He started to rub my ass slowly as he pushed his body up against mine. The signal that he was ready hadn't been lost on me. "No," I said flatly. "I'm not in the mood." "Bullshit. I can smell you right now." Corbin whispered as he kissed my neck. My body shivered and my lips parted. I was glad that my back was too him as I didn't want him to see me like this. "Tell me you don't want it." "I'm mad at you right now." I answered as I scooted closer to the wall. He slid next to me and pulled my close with his arm around my waist. I felt his breath on my neck again as he spoke. "I know that body better than you, and I can feel the heat rising off of your skin." Corbin told me. Damn him. It wasn't fair. I didn't want to be horny at that moment, but I couldn't help it. My body was telling him everything else that I didn't want him to know. I felt his fingers move to the front of my panties and I tried to wiggle out of his grasp. "Corbin... no." I said again. It didn't seem to deter him in anyway as his fingers pushed against my pussy. Instinctively I pushed against his touch, grinding his hand. "That's it..." I heard him say as he began to pull my panties down. I tried to hold his hand and keep him from pulling them down, but he only smacked my hand away. "No, Corbin... please." I pleaded with him, even though I was breathing harder at this point. I wiggled as hard as I could to get away from him, not wanting to give in to him or my desires. However, he was too strong. Way too strong. Had I ever been that strong? "You can't deny you're husband, baby." I heard him say in a firm whisper. "I won't be denied." I struggled a bit more, but I all I could do was whimper as I felt him enter me. A tear rolled down my cheek as I let out a final, weak 'no' in defiance, but he was already pumping in and out of me. After a few moments, I gave up, simply letting him do as he pleased. I couldn't believe this. I had never done this to him. I never pushed the issue when he had been the woman. She always pushed it with me, even when I didn't want it. But it didn't seem like such a problem then. I had been a man, and men weren't supposed to force women. I cried as I felt his shaft invade me again and again. I didn't feel any pleasure from it, only disgust. There was nothing that I could do about it, only lay there and take it. Soon I heard his breathing get heavier and the trusts get harder. A few moments later, I heard a low grunt as I felt his seed rush inside me. Without so much as another word, he slid out of me and turned over. I huddled to myself in the corner of the bed, silently sobbing to myself as I heard him snore. I knew I wasn't going to get any sleep that night. I just cried silently and waited to myself, hoping to daylight. *** I sat there, looking at the papers with pen in hand. I was still putting it off. I thought about all those times that he hurt me. So many times that he hurt me. He used to use me over and over again, never caring what I felt. And every time I cried and he would come and say he was sorry. I had accepted him every time, thinking that he would change. However, it only seemed to worsen with every incident. What made it so difficult is that I didn't really have anyone at first. He had become so possessive and domineering. That's what made me leave. He got mad if someone from work called me at home. He didn't like me talking to anyone much. He even got paranoid. He left me alone, and I couldn't talk to anyone about it. Not even my parents. MY parents, not his old ones. I had been locked away in a shell with no key. I felt that familiar pain as I thought about everything he did. Every moment of displeasure, every time he came home and yelled at me. He had stopped being the person that I had fallen in love with. That was why I had to sign those papers. I had to sign those papers for that final night. That night I decided had decided to leave him. *** It was 3:00 in the morning. I was sitting up in the bed crying. I knew where he was, it didn't take much to figure out what had been going on. I had seen the collars of his shirts and smelled the perfume on him when he slipped into bed over the past two months. I knew that scent from when I when I used to go into the office when I had been a man. I heard the front door of the house open. Footsteps came in the doorway and through the kitchen. I sat in the dark, watching the door through blurry eyes. Finally, the door of the bedroom opened and the light came on. He stood in the door, hair mused, shirt half-buttoned, even his pants not quite zipped up. I looked at him with disgust in my eyes. He looked suppressed, like he wasn't expecting me to be sitting here. "What are you doing up?" he said with a snort. I never treated him like that. Now when it had been me. I never did anything like he was doing now. "Waiting on you." I said to him weakly. He shrugged as he started to undress. "I was working late." he said plainly. "Aleshia must really be working you hard." I said with venom in my voice. He looked over at me in disbelief. "What the hell are you getting at??" he said, as if a warning. "I'm taking about that slut secretary you're fucking." he told him as I stood up. "I know her perfume, I used to work with her everyday! I smell her on you..." I never got any further than that. He slapped me across the face hard. So hard that I reared back and stumbled. I felt the sting and touched the spot on my face where he struck me. I stood there for a moment, frozen out of shock. My eyes finally found him and stared at him, searching his orbs for the person I loved. At that moment, they weren't there. I shook my head in disbelief, stepping back in fear. "Celeste..." I whispered quietly, calling him that for the first time in months. He looked at me, anger in his eyes, body tense and leaning towards me. "Don't call me that! I'm the husband, you're my wife!" he shouted at me as he stomped towards my direction. I tried to climb over the bed to get away, but he was already upon me. He clutched my wrist tightly as I tried vainly to struggle from his grasp. "You wouldn't give me what I wanted, so I got it somewhere else... but no more. I will not be denied in my home by my wife!" I felt him hit me again and I let out a painful yelp. We fell on the bed as he began to rip my clothing off. I screamed and clawed at him, but I couldn't do much against him. Soon I was naked underneath him, and he entered me. I watched his face as he smiled triumphantly, his humanity lost behind a wall of pure lust. I turned away from him, completely numb to anything he did. I stayed like that even until the next day, when he came to me and apologized for what he had done. He tired to tell me that he didn't know what came over him, that it had all just been a misunderstanding. He told me that none of it would ever happen again. I saw the tears in his eyes, the pain on his face, even the look of confusion that told me that he actually might feel some remorse for his actions. However, I had already made up my mind. I didn't shed a tear, as I had cried plenty of times before then. I told him to go to work, and said nothing more. After begging, pleading for over two hours, he reluctantly left the house. I calmly called a friend from work and explained my situation. I met her at her apartment with my car full of clothes and some other belongings. She told me that I was welcome to stay with her until I got on my feet. *** It had been two months sense I left Corbin. He had tired several times to reconcile with me, but I refused him each time. I told him that it was over and that I couldn't love him the same way anymore. Too much had changed him, too much had changed us both. He had originally fought me in getting the divorce, but he gave up once he realized that I wasn't going to come back. I thought back to that night, replaying it in my mind as I finally inked my signature on the paper. I sat back and sighed, realizing that it was all done, final. Not only was I leaving my life being as a married woman, but I was also leaving behind my old life as a married man. We had never really tried to actually find something to reverse our situation because it seemed so far out that even we didn't believe it at times. We didn't feel that anyone would either believe us or be able to help us. Even so, we had never totally given up hope. Now with this, I had closed the door on any hope of regaining my manhood. I felt so upset at this, as I was leaving behind my family, my old job, my old friends. Nothing was going to be the same. Even though I was now apart of her old family, I had to adjust to them now. In a sense, I was alone, lost without any real help. I would be eternally grateful for what my friend at work had done for me, but I couldn't put her out anymore than I already had. For the first time in two months, I cried. Not because I was divorced, but because I was alone. Like it or not, I was Celeste forever. It is strange how fate works. Who knows what would have happened if we had never gone out that night. I can't help but feel that if we had not switched places that we might still be married and happy. But I knew it wasn't worth thinking about what could or should be. Sometimes life simply deals you a bad hand. The Beginning (?) (Author's Note - I had gotten tired of trying to finish my other story, Adjustments, and started looking for a diversion. I am going to finish it soon, so for those of you who actually liked the adventures of Nia, it's coming shortly. I got the idea for this story after hearing a song from Jay-z's latest album called "Song Cry." Basically, it deals with the matter of a husband cheating on his wife after they and previously had such a happy life together. I just put a twist on the elements. Let me know what you think of it, as I was thinking of expanding and writing a sort of sequel later.) Starson Daly - TRFM [email protected]