Reversal Rings: One Hour free porn video

Author's Note: Morpheus created the Reversal Rings universe and I'm just trying my simple hand at expanding it. This is basically a story about nothing. I've wanted to see a bodyswap story where nothing really happens, just a casual switch. Oh, and this is my first story. I make no claims at being a great author, I just wrote this for the fun of it. Enjoy! Reversal Rings: One Hour By Ipkiss I remember when I got the phone call. It was just past midnight and I almost broke my desk lamp trying to answer it before the incessant ringing roused my wife Jennifer.. "Hello?" I whispered, somewhat annoyed by such a late- night disturbance. "Bryan? I'm so glad you're up!" It was my sister-in-law Becky. She and the rest of Jennifer's family lived in Atlanta, a good three hundred miles away. So, when something interesting came up, Becky felt obliged to call. And she ALWAYS called after eleven. Weekday, workday, schoolday, it really made no difference to her. Most times I didn't mind. I mean, she had quickly become one of my best friends since we'd first met about three years ago. Her husband had left her alone with their little girl Bethany, who had turned four this year, and she found comfort in expressing her feelings to whom she described as "the only man in the world I can trust." And trust me, she did. On several occasions, she'd confided in me the many perversions of her youth. She had done it all: prostitution, drugs, burglary. Of course, I was always shocked by these wild confessions; shocked still by her universal excuse "I just wanted to see what it was like." Fortunately having a kid propelled her beyond her sinful days and I was happy to have her trust. So I pushed my annoyance aside, grabbed the cordless phone, and quietly made my way into the living room so I wouldn't disturb my wife. "Becky, geez. I should've known." I sighed as I glanced at the clock. I shook my head in defeat. "What's up?" "You're not going to believe this! I bought the most amazing ring today!" She was downright giddy. "Don't tell me you're calling me at this hour to give me shopping tips." "Shut up." she was toying with me! "Remember that new mall I was all excited about? Well, it opened today and there was the strangest little shop..." Oh boy, she WAS calling to give me shopping tips. Becky was pushing 35 but still had the mind of a teenager! At the ripe old age of 24, I could give her some lessons about leaving behind childish things... Hang on, was she still talking? "...these two little rings and when we put them on, we..." "Hang on, there, Bec. I zoned out for a second. Go back a little." I yawned. She sighed, "Alright. First, let me get a cigarette. Be right back." I collapsed onto the couch, face-first and closed my eyes while I waited. It was getting late and I really should have been in bed. My eyes snapped open when I heard a perky "I'm back!" "Great," I whispered. She explained to me how she and her friend Melissa had gone to the mall just to check things out. While there, they had come across a small shop called "Spells-R-Us." She said the old man running the store was quite a character, if a bit cryptic. Apparently the old man was eavesdropping when Melissa started complaining to Becky that she needed a cigarette but couldn't smoke in public because she'd promised her husband she had quit. Since it was the grand opening to the mall, everyone they knew would be there and she couldn't risk getting caught. "Well," Becky had said, "shame I can't have one for you." "Yeah, shame." Melissa had answered. Becky went on to tell me how the old man had called them over to the counter and started whispering to them. He told them about a "special" item he had back behind the counter. He pulled out an old box with the words "Reversal Rings" written in silver letters across the top. "With these rings, you can disguise yourself as anyone you wish... So long as you both wear them at the same time." He had whispered. At this point in the story, I had begun to feel annoyed again... "Is this going anywhere, Bec?" I interrupted. "I'm getting to it, be patient..." She answered, then continued... Becky and Melissa were hesitant to pay the $150 he was asking for the rings. So, the old man came up with a nice bargaining tool. "I'll tell you what," he had said, "I'll let you try them on first, then we'll let you decide if you want to pay the price or not." As Becky continued telling the story, I groggily made my way into the kitchen to make some coffee. This was going to be a long phone call. I checked the clock again, 11:24. I was thankful I didn't have to work the next morning. Becky continued her story while I found the coffee and started the brewing process. As I sat, waiting on the edge of slumberland, I realized I hadn't heard a word she'd said for the last five minutes. "Bec, I'm sorry. Zoned out again." I admitted, "Go back just a little." She sighed heavily. "OK, but listen up! You won't believe it! OK, so there we were and the old guy was trying to convince us to try on the rings before we bought them. We figured it certainly couldn't hurt, so we agreed. Now, stay with me here Bry. When I put on the ring, I felt a sudden rush of weightlessness and when I opened my eyes again I realized I was in Melissa's body!!" I groaned, "It is TOO late for this, Bec. Come on, are you TRYING to make me kill you?" "No, listen listen. It's true, I swear to God!" she sounded exasperated. "Becky, I'm hanging up now." I started to press the cancel button on the phone but I could still hear her voice. "Bryan, I can prove it!" She exclaimed. I groaned again then put the phone back to my ear. "I'll humor you, but you've got five minutes then I'm going to bed." I said. "Hang on..." I heard her put down the phone. Probably going for another cigarette. Hey, if that's how she wanted to spend her five minutes then far be it for me to object. After a minute or so I could hear voices in the background. It was Becky and she was talking to her daughter Bethany. I could barely make out the conversation. "Sweety, wake up baby." I heard faintly, "Sweetheart, do you want to be mommy again? Just for a few minutes?" "Yay!" came Bethany's response, loud and clear. I had to hold the phone away from my ear. What the hell was Becky trying to pull here? Then everything went quiet again. I poured a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table. Sipping the coffee, I thought I heard a faint gasp on the other end of the phone. "Now give mommy the ring." Wait a minute! "Now go to your room and play, baby." that was Bethany's voice! "I'll come get you in a while." "OK, mommy." came Becky's raspy voice. I could make out a thumping noise as someone ran through the house. Then, someone picked up the phone again. "Bryan, you still there?" came Bethany's voice. My brain did a double-take. I had never heard Beth sound so grown-up before. She had even pronounced my name right: "Bryan" instead of Bwyan." "Uh, yeah." I stammered, "where's your mommy?" "Come on, Bryan. Don't say you still don't believe me about the rings." laughed Beth. But, I knew this wasn't Bethany. There was no way. Becky had really switched bodies with her daughter! "Becky." I muttered, mouth agape. It wasn't a question, I knew it was her. "You got it." she answered, "Pretty out there, huh? Anyway, me and Melissa really did switch bodies! Of course we paid the money for the rings and decided to... wear them out." she laughed at her joke, "On the way back to the car Melissa had her cigarette while I dealt with her nicotine withdrawal. It was terrible!" What was she talking about? She was being so casual, especially considering she wasn't even in her own body!! "When I dropped Melissa off, we used the instructions the old man gave us to switch back. All we had to do was take off the rings, then put them back on. Pretty damned easy." I winced at hearing little Bethany swear like an adult, "When I got home and after the babysitter left, I experimented a little with Beth. She actually enjoyed it! After we'd switched back she kept asking when we could do it again." I heard the flick of a lighter, followed by the sound of a little girl coughing. "You alright?" I asked. "Urgh... yeah." she coughed, "I forgot myself there for a second. My baby's lungs aren't ready for her momma's bad habits." she coughed again, "I can't believe I just did that. Hold on, let me put this out." It was so odd talking to Bethany but knowing it was really Becky behind that voice! I thought about waking Jennifer but thought twice after looking at the clock: 1:04. She had an early morning and I didn't think she'd be too open to this right now. "I'm back." said Becky, "I can't stay in here too long. Beth has to get up tomorrow morning with me and she's gonna be cranky as it is." She yawned, "Besides, she's already tired." "Good idea." I said, still dazed about having such an adult conversation with little Beth! "Anyway, that's not the whole reason I'm calling. I need you to do something for me." she said, playfully. I was suddenly very frightened. 6:04 A.M. Jennifer walked into the kitchen dressed for work and found me still sitting at the kitchen table, cold cup of coffee in my hands. "What are you doing up so early?" she asked. "I've been up." I mustered a smile. "Your goofy sister called last night and kept me awake talking. When we hung up, I was already too awake to go back to bed." "Figures." She leaned over and kissed me on the lips, then recoiled at the taste of old coffee. I smiled, toasted her with my cup, and took another drink. "Eww." she wrinkled her nose. "Listen, I won't be home until at least five this afternoon. Do you think you could go to the grocery for me?" I nodded. "Thanks, hon. The list is on the fridge." "Alrighty." I smiled. Jennifer had a job with the conservation department making the environment safe for you and your children. She was the head of her program, so that meant I only had her to myself about five hours a day. I didn't mind though. Her dedication to helping others was one of the reasons I fell in love with her. Another kiss and she was out the door with a quick "I love you." "Love you, too!" I yelled as the door closed behind her. I sighed as I watched her go. Even after three years of being together, I still found her very attractive. She wasn't a supermodel by any means. No, she was pretty in that "girl-next-door" sort of way. When I heard her car pull away, I started thinking about last night's phone conversation. Chuckling, I looked down at the coffee cup between my hands. Becky, Becky, Becky. She had asked if she could mail one of the rings to me. It didn't take a genius to figure out WHY she would want to do that. She actually wanted to switch bodies with me for a few hours. She wanted to walk around MY house in MY body doing God knows what. When I asked her why, she gave an expected response: "I just want to see what it's like." It took her a good hour to finally convince me to give up an hour or two of my life for her. I don't know why I said yes. I mean, the very thought of BEING my sister- in-law turned my stomach. The world would see me as a 35 year-old female, mother of one! But she wouldn't take no for an answer. Her insistence had paid off and I'd agreed to the swap under one condition: it would last only one hour and she wouldn't leave the house or speak with anyone while she was me. She agreed to the condition and so it was set. She was to mail the ring, top priority shipping, this morning. I expected to receive the package sometime this afternoon. I stood up from the table and poured the remaining gunk from my cup into the sink. Pacing, I decided I should do something to keep me occupied until the package arrived. After a quick shower and shave, I decided I should hit a few of the repairs around the house. I wanted to keep my mind off the whole Becky situation as long as I could. I was in the middle of banging the hell out of the kitchen sink when I heard the doorbell. A glance at the clock revealed it was already 3 o'clock! I opened the door to reveal a haggard Fed-Ex employee. Man, these guys can really move! "Package for Bryan McWinters." he stated. I nodded. He handed me a package and a clipboard. After signing off for it, I thanked him and closed the door. I ran my fingers over the box. So this was IT, huh? My heart skipped a beat as I thought about what was going to happen. I made my way over to the couch, picking up the cordless phone as I did so. Setting the phone down on the end table, I carefully opened the package to reveal an envelope with "Bry" scrawled across the front. When I opened the envelope, I found a folded up note and a small mass of tissue paper. I carefully removed the tissue paper and felt a hardness underneath. Unwrapping the tissue, I discovered a very odd rainbow-colored ring. It was almost like those rings you can get for 25 cents out of a vending machine. Very carefully, I laid the ring down on the end table next to the phone and retrieved the note from the envelope. "Dear Bry, Well, there it is! One of two Reversal Rings. I know it may not look like much, but believe me it's powerful mojo. Please call me as soon as you get this! Love, Becky" Taking a deep breath, I picked up the phone and dialed. "Bry?" asked Becky. "It's me. I've got it, so what now." My heart was beating so hard, I couldn't believe I was this nervous. "Well, I'm wearing the other ring. I hope this will work with you all the way over there and me over here. All you have to do is slide the ring onto your finger. After that, we should just... switch." she explained. "That's it?" I muttered. It couldn't be THAT simple, could it? I glanced over at the ring and took it between my fingers. I inhaled and exhaled a few times. "Make sure you're sitting down." I heard Becky say. "I don't want to hurt myself. When you get here, you'll be alone. I dropped Beth off over at Mom's this morning. Told her I had some errands to run. So, don't worry about that. Are you ready?" "Here goes nothin'." I sighed and very slowly brought the ring to my finger. I closed my eyes, near hyperventilation, and slowly slid the odd little piece of jewelry into place. After a brief feeling of disconnection, I felt the phone fall out of my hand and down into the couch. Suddenly, I felt as if it were a bit harder for me to breathe! I wasn't suffocating, though. It was simply more of a struggle to get my lungs to accept the air. The smell of old cigarette smoke hung thick in the air. Panicking, I immediately jumped to my feet and realized I wasn't home anymore! This was Becky's house! Could it be? "I'll be damned." I muttered in Becky's raspy voice. I felt a bit of blockage in my throat and as I cleared it, I caught a glimpse of my hand. Long, thin fingers graced my left hand. Most of my nails were long, but some were bitten back. I was amazed that the chipped, light red fingernail polish now adorned MY fingers. I'd never worn that stuff in my life! I also noticed a rainbow colored ring on my ring finger. I stretched my arms out in front of me and the sleeves of my white sweater pulled back a little revealing thin, bony arms. I rotated my arms left then clenched and unclenched my fingers. It was as if I were standing behind Becky watching her stretch! I suddenly became aware of two straps digging into my shoulders. A bra! I was wearing Becky's bra! I grimaced and felt my unfamiliar face tighten to accommodate the expression. Even THAT felt weird! As I reached to loosen the straps, I heard a muffled voice coming from the abandoned telephone on the couch. Still shaking I picked up the phone, brushing away loose strands of dirty blonde hair. "Becky?" I asked, then coughed, trying to clear my throat again. "Bryan? Oh my God, this is so weird!" she exclaimed, using her inflections with my voice. "Ooooh, I can't believe I'm really a guy!" I glanced down at myself and saw Becky's average- sized breasts pushing out from the front of my white sweater. With one hand cradling the phone, I grabbed a handful of flesh with the other. How strange to be felt up and feel it from the inside as well as out. "I'm not so sure I like this." I lifted the boob and let it drop, feeling the strange jiggling as it settled back into place. Again... Then again. "Could you at least try to have a sense of humor?" she asked, "Besides, we can switch back whenever you want." She did have a point. I wanted to switch back right now! But before I did, there was something I'd always secretly wanted to do. Slowly, I began reaching under my sweater, feeling cold hands on my slightly rounded tummy. Then, my fingers found their way to a bra- encased tit. I felt one of my nipples harden when I realized I was actually touching a breast that didn't belong to my wife. I curiously flicked the nipple through the soft fabric of the bra.. "Interesting," I breathed, "Becky, you should know I'm rounding second base with you right now." I smiled, my hand still resting on her left breast. "Well, I think you should know I'm an expert at handjobs." my old voice cooed, then the phone disconnected. "What the hell?" I muttered, pulling my hand out from under the sweater. I hung up the phone and hit redial. After three rings I got the answering machine. "Listen Becky, I'm not ready to be away from my body right now." I knew I'd never get used to hearing her scratchy feminine voice coming from my lips! "Don't make me feel stuck like this! Come on, pick up the phone.... Becky?" Then it dawned on me that if anyone else heard this message, it'd sound pretty twisted. "Fine." I whispered as I hung up the phone. So, she wanted to mess with my head, huh? I'd show her. Grinning wickedly, I pulled the ring off my finger. She'd just lost her precious hour. I closed my eyes and slipped the ring over my dainty finger. Nothing happened. I tried again. Nothing! Wait. She'd said that we had to take both rings off and put them back on for the transfer to work. So, I really was very stuck right there until she decided to let me off the hook. I couldn't believe she was doing this to me! I mean, I was doing her a favor! Oh well, what the hell? It was just for an hour. I decided to leave the ring on my finger so I wouldn't lose it. After looking at my new hands again, I leaned back on the couch so I could get a better view of the rest of me. Becky had been wearing a loose-fitting white sweater and bell-bottomed blue jeans when we'd switched. I noticed for the first time that I wasn't wearing any shoes and wiggled my pretty little toes to make sure they were really mine. Wild, man. Just wild. I put my hands on my knees and rubbed my way up to my thighs, then back down again. This resulted in a slight feeling of warm moisture in my crotch. As I shifted my weight back and forth, I was amazed by the feeling of... openness... "down there." I looked around as if someone was going to barge in right then and catch me exploring Becky's body. I felt like a little kid playing with matches. Of course, there was no one there to disturb me. It was just me (I looked down again at my new body) and HER. Smirking, I spread my legs and grabbed my crotch through the jeans, marveling at the heat rising from my new equipment. While I sat there, I raised my sweater up to reveal a very soft, hairless stomach. What do ya' know! Becky had gained a bit of a pudge since I'd last seen her. It wasn't very noticeable, but it was definitely there. Gently, I began caressing around my belly button. I must have been a sight! To the rest of the world, there was my sister-in-law sitting spread-eagle on her couch with one hand clutching her womanhood while she stared down past a sweater that was pulled up to her breasts! I kind of wished there was a mirror in front of me because I would loved to have seen that from the outside! HA! Alright, enough for now. I pulled the sweater back down and removed my hand from the forbidden zone. When I sat back up, I couldn't help noticing I no longer had a penis. It just felt so empty down there. I opened and closed my legs a few times and got very intimidated by the fact that I now owned Becky's vagina! I thought back to all the stories she'd told me about her wild youth. SO many men had touched what was now mine. I shuddered violently at the thought. I couldn't imagine how many strange fingers and tongues had caressed the area between my legs. I winced as another thought came to mind. Rolling my tongue around Becky's mouth, I wondered how many men she'd tasted. I suddenly felt like I was going to throw up. Wait a minute! What was I doing? I'd never judged her before and I sure as hell wasn't going to start now. I still wasn't crazy about the fact that this body had seen a lot of action in the past. But, it WAS the past and it wasn't like I had a dick in me right now. I just had to relax. Still curious about my unfamiliar mouth, I rolled my tongue around again, noticing for the first time a very repulsive taste in my mouth.. I licked the front of my teeth and the taste was even stronger. Though I was annoyed by the taste, I couldn't help thinking how perfect her teeth felt! The teeth in my male body were too small for my mouth and it wasn't always very attractive. But, Becky had a great set on her! Using my tongue, I couldn't find a single flaw... Except for that vile taste. I had to see this. I scanned the room and noticed a hand mirror on the other side of the couch. Strangely enough, there was a small post-it note on it that read "FYE: For Your Enjoyment. Love, Bec." Clever girl. I picked up the mirror, noticing that my hands were slightly trembling, and removed the post-it note to reveal Becky's face much closer to me than it had ever been before. Her pencil-straight dirty blonde hair, dark brown eyes, slightly upturned nose, rounded face, and thin lips were all mine for the moment. "Huh," I saw her mouth move as I spoke, "You look a lot like Helen Hunt." I told my reflection. I had an idea. Casting another guilty gaze around the room, I turned and faced the mirror again. Keeping my eyes open, I brought my face right to the surface of the glass and passionately kissed the reflection. Again, I felt my nipples harden and the moisture returned with a vengeance between my legs. When I broke the kiss, I sat staring at my reflection for what seemed like hours. When the moment had passed, I remembered why I needed the mirror in the first place. Teeth assessment. After wiping off the mirror with my sleeve, I bared her teeth and nearly gasped. Though they were perfect in shape and size, every tooth was stained with a faint yellowish color. I'd never noticed that before. Becky's teeth were VERY discolored. I frowned and lowered the mirror to my lap. Running my tongue over her front teeth one more time, I grimaced again at the taste. Maybe she wasn't big on brushing twice daily. I sighed and reached over to put the mirror on the coffee table. I froze at the sight of an overflowing ashtray, an almost-empty pack of Marlboro 100's, and a lighter littering the table top. I rolled my eyes and set the mirror down. Great. I hadn't considered that before the swap. Becky had been a smoker for SO long, no wonder her teeth looked like shit. For the second time since inheriting this body, I had to fight my gag reflex. I put a disgusted look on Becky's face and glared down at my body. The smell of old cigarette smoke once again invaded my senses. I put my right hand under my nose to filter the smell, only to be assaulted by the strong scent of a smoker's fingers shortly after finishing a cigarette. She must have just put one out seconds before I got here! "Dammit." I muttered and pulled my hands away, staring at them with disgust. Curious, I pulled the front of my sweater up under my nose. As I suspected, the stench of tobacco had a strong residence there as well. She had probably been chain-smoking all morning waiting for me to call! A smoker's body... Great. Shouldn't the smell have been at least a little appealing considering who I had become? I guess shit still smells like shit no matter who you are. Becky must have just gotten used to it over the years. Trying to make the best of the situation, I stood up and once again felt my soft new body jiggling in places I definitely was not used to jiggling. It was just so odd! I stretched my arms out to the sides and looked down toward my breasts. Then, with a grin, I jumped up and down, up and down, up and down. This was too much! I shook my torso left and right for a few seconds just to watch the action. Shaking my head, I dropped my arms again, remembering why I'd stood up in the first place. I figured that if I emptied the ashtrays and took out the garbage then I should be able to at least stand the situation until Becky decided to let me off the hook. After all, this wasn't SO bad. So, I collected every ashtray I could find and dumped their contents into the trash. Reaching down to tie up the garbage bag, I once again marveled at Becky's thin, bony hands. There was just something about a woman's hands. I spread the fingers wide apart and turned them over, then over again. It was only when I noticed a yellow stain between my index and middle fingers that I got back to the chore at hand. I had to get rid of this shit. I started to go outside and stopped, remembering I wasn't wearing any shoes. I set the trash by the door and scanned the floor. Sure enough, there were her white tennis shoes thrown carelessly against the living room wall. I put them on, not bothering to find socks. I stood up and looked down at myself. Wow, Becky sure had small feet! My flared jeans nearly covered my shoes completely! Walking across the floor, I could feel the bottoms of the jeans swishing against one another. I opened the door and stepped outside, trash bag in my hand. Suddenly I felt very nervous. I was wearing a BRA dammit!! And panties, I'd suspected! Cars were passing by and people were seeing me dressed in my sister-in-law's clothes! And to make matters worse, it was cold outside and I could feel my thick nipples hardening! Lowering my head, I made my way to the side of the house and was very thankful to find her trash bin there. I lifted the lid, threw the bag in, and turned to go back inside. "Becky!" I heard a female voice calling. Frowning, I looked around and couldn't see anyone. Then I heard someone wailing away on a car horn. "Yo, Bec!" I turned and saw a woman pulling up in a red '66 Mustang. She was a somewhat plain-looking woman with light brown hair and a bit of a chubby face. I recognized her as Becky's friend Melissa. I smiled and prayed I didn't look anywhere near as uncomfortable as I felt. "Melissa, hey!" I smiled and started walking over to the car. She got out and gave me a brief hug and a friendly peck on the cheek. Feeling our breasts touch during the hug was slightly erotic, if disconcerting. Combined with the cold, my nipples felt like they could burst at any moment. "Brrr." she laughed, rubbing her arms to keep warm, "Let's go inside." "Um... sure." I replied. I knew that I wouldn't be able to successfully impersonate Becky in front of her best friend. Especially since Melissa already knew about the rings. As I followed her inside, I was thinking of the best way to tell her who I really was. Once inside, Melissa took off her coat and flopped down onto the couch. I decided to sit on the floor in front of her, amazed at how easy it was to squat indian-style in this body. I also noticed how much different jeans feel on shaved legs. The material felt rougher than usual and was cold on my legs after being outside. "God, I hate that man." she mused as she pulled a cigarette out of her purse. "You know what he did?" It was a rhetorical question, but my mind was on that cigarette. I was so close to eliminating the smell and now it was all for nothing. "Let me tell you," she said as she lit the end and inhaled, "I don't know why I even bother." "Uh-huh." I muttered. Ignoring the obnoxious smoke for the moment, I decided I should just come out and tell her. "Listen, Melissa, there's something you should know before you tell me anything in confidence." She frowned, "I'm listening." "Well, remember this?" I held up Becky's hand so Melissa could see the ring. She nodded. "Let's just say that my quote-unquote brother-in-law Bryan has the other one." Her frown turned into a thoughtful expression, then eventually realization. "Bryan?!?" she exclaimed. I gestured down at my body and nodded. "Oh my God!! Are you serious?" she laughed. "'Fraid so." I smiled. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. "She said she wanted to see what it's like being a guy so here I am." Melissa almost doubled over in a fit of laughter. When she straightened back up, she had a very excited look on her face. She almost looked like a child. "So," she asked playfully, "how do you like it in there?" I shifted my weight a bit, "Well, it's definitely uncomfortable. I'm more nervous right now than I have been my entire life! It's almost like a panic-attack or something." "It's gotta be the gender shock." she laughed. "You can't go from being all man one minute to being all woman the next and not expect some sort of anxiety." "Yeah, I guess." I shook my head, loosening a few strands of my dirty blonde hair. I looked up at Melissa and tried blowing the hair out of my face. Laughing, she reached out and pushed the hair back behind my ear. "I guess even the length of your hair is uncomfortable now, huh?" she asked. "You know, nothing is completely comfortable right now," I said, "Even the smallest difference between this body and mine hit me like a freight train!" "Do tell," she mused and sat back on the couch. "Like this!" I said and lifted my pants leg to my knees. I rubbed my very smooth, hairless leg, "This feels so odd." "Hmmm." she said and sat back on the couch. "What else?" "My voice." I said, paying close attention to the rasp I now had. "When I talk, it doesn't feel like it's ME doing the talking. I've always thought Becky had a sexy voice, but to sound like that myself makes me feel a little embarrassed." "I always thought Becky sounded like Melissa Etheridge, especially when she sings." she said, then she jumped a little, "Oooh!! Are you still into women, or...?" she stopped short. "It's funny you should mention that," I smiled, feeling bold from her enthusiasm. "The first thing I did when I got here was make out with my reflection." She looked shocked for a second, then started laughing hysterically. "I wish I could have seen that!!!" she bellowed, clapping her hands. "It was definitely interesting," I laughed along with her. Then the reality of my situation beared down again and I blushed slightly. I decided I should change the subject. "But then I started feeling all anxious, like there was something I HAD to have. I still feel it, but I'll be damned if I know what it is." "That's weird," said Melissa, "Even when I was Becky, I felt overly-anxious until I-" she stopped. "Oh...." she sang. "What?" I asked as I ran my fingers through my thick locks, pinning the stray strands behind my pretty little ears. "You don't smoke, do you?" she asked, holding up her cigarette for emphasis. "Ugh, no. I hate cigarettes." I wrinkled Becky's nose. "Well, buddy boy, your sister-in-law is a nicotine FIEND." she explained, "In fact, it's kind of weird talking to 'her' right now without her sucking down one after another." She took another drag, then paused for a moment. Exhaling, she extended the cigarette to me and raised her eyebrow. "Uh-uh, forget it." I muttered. "No way." "You're stronger than I am," she smiled, "So, how long 'til she gets back?" I glanced at the clock, "Actually we should be changing back any minute now." "Ah, too bad." said Melissa, "It could be fun taking you out! Becky's always so in charge, it'd be nice to be the leader for once." I smiled at that, but inside my stomach was doing cartwheels. It was four o'clock! Where had the hour gone? Jennifer would be home at five and I knew she'd notice something was wrong the minute Becky opened her mouth... er... MY mouth! "Listen, you're free to hang out as long as you'd like, but I have to try to get in touch with Becky." I said as I reached for the phone. "Got anything to drink?" she asked. I shrugged and gestured down at my body. "Not sure, I don't exactly live here." She laughed as she got up and made her way to the kitchen. I dialed my home number and crossed my fingers. After two rings, someone picked up. "Hello?" came a female voice. OH MY GOD!! That was Jennifer!!! "Oh..." I stammered, shocked that she'd be home already. "Is, uh, Bryan there?" "No," she answered, "I think he's still at the grocery. What's up, sis?" Shit, I thought, realizing that I was now related to my own wife!! And to make matters worse, Becky had strayed waaay the hell outside of our ground rules. She'd left the house in my body!! "Uh, nothing... Just... sitting around." I slapped my forehead, that was definitely NOT the way Becky would be acting. But, Jennifer didn't seem to notice. "Hmmm. Boring over there, huh?" asked Jennifer. "I got to come home early, yay for me." It was so uncomfortable talking to my wife using her sister's voice. This conversation had to end! "Listen, Melissa's here so I can't really talk. Can you have Bryan call me the minute he steps through the door?" I asked. "Sure thing. Is everything alright?" "Yeah, I just need to ask him something." "OK, talk to ya' later sis!" With that, she hung up the phone. My hands were shaking! This body was a nervous wreck!! I looked down again at Becky's hands and rubbed them together in a vain attempt to stop the tremors. "I'm tellin' ya!" stated Melissa as she came in from the kitchen, drink in hand, "You should have a cigarette. It'll calm you down if nothing else. It's not like it's going to affect YOUR health. Those are Becky's lungs in there, you know." ARGH! She was right! This body was screaming for a nicotine fix! I shook my head in annoyance, resigning myself to kill Becky when we got back to normal. "Dammit, I'm going to murder her!" I said. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, once again aware of the blockage in my throat. For the hundredth time today, I swallowed the filth and nearly gagged. I opened my eyes and saw Melissa already lighting up another cigarette. "Alright," I sighed and reached out my hand, "Give it here." She took a drag then placed the cigarette in between my outstretched fingers. I looked at it smoldering there and wondered how people could do this to themselves on a daily basis. Becky's fingers were wrinkled and leathery around her knuckles and the yellow nicotine stain added to my disgust. I started to bring the tip of the cigarette to my lips, but chickened out at the last minute and pulled it away again. "I can't do this." I cringed. "Boy, this looks weird." Melissa giggled, "I've never seen Becky look so awkward holding a cigarette before." I glared at her, "I'm not Becky. I feel ridiculous holding this thing." "I wonder... Becky will probably sneak a few smokes in before you two switch back. You'll probably have to suffer nicotine withdrawal later, so why go through it now?" I hadn't thought about that!! Knowing Becky, even if she was in my body she wouldn't be able to go more than ten minutes without smoking. Dammit! "I can't believe this..." I muttered. Then, trying not to think about it, I brought the end of the cigarette to my lips. I took a drag and inhaled, expecting to cough as the smoke hit my lungs. But, it went down easy. I blew the smoke out and immediately began to feel a slight tingle throughout my body. "Blah..." I said and stuck out my tongue, "That tastes horrible." "Goes with the territory," chuckled Melissa. I closed my eyes and brought the cigarette to my lips again. This time, as I inhaled, I felt a much bigger tingling. It was so powerful, it made me dizzy. I felt very odd as I exhaled the foul smoke. When I opened my eyes, I gasped... I was sitting in the driver's seat of a parked car!! Panicking, I looked around and immediately realized that I was a man again. But, I could still smell the smoke. "What the hell?" I muttered. Hang on, I recognized that voice. "Testing, one two." I said again. A glance in the rear-view mirror confirmed that I was once again back in my own body. She must have decided to keep her end of the bargain after all! Looking through the windshield, I realized I was parked outside my house. I smiled and shook my head. At least she'd taken the time to deliver my body to where it should be. I figured she wasn't quite ready to face her sister as a husband and switched back to avoid confrontation. I looked at my left hand and saw the ring on my ring finger. Chuckling, I took it off and stared at it for a moment before sliding it into my jacket pocket. As I went to open the car door, the smell of smoke once again invaded my senses. I frowned and looked around. The windows were all tightly shut, so the smell couldn't be coming from the outside. Then I remembered what Melissa had said. One sniff of my fingers confirmed that I had been the one smoking. I couldn't believe she'd do that to me. I opened the ashtray and found four used-up butts resting in the bottom. How did she expect me not to notice this? Me and Jennifer didn't smoke. "Son of a bitch..." I muttered, closing the ashtray. "Nicotine fiend." I opened the door and stepped out, breathing the fresh air. This was more like it! As I walked toward my front door, I fingered the ring in my pocket. Suddenly, I felt silly for the way I'd acted in front of Melissa. It wasn't really THAT bad being Becky for an hour was it? I supposed it was mostly uncomfortable due to the nicotine withdrawal and the fact that I had a lingering fear that we wouldn't be able to switch back. But, Being a woman wasn't a nightmare or anything. Actually, it was quite sensual. I wouldn't want to live the rest of my life as Becky, but that hour was actually very interesting. And, I felt closer to her now than I ever had before. I mean, we had actually BECOME one another! For a while, we had shared our bodies in a very intimate way. I decided I could let Becky slide this time for breaking the rules. Hell, I'd broken the rules myself just by talking to Melissa. As I unlocked the door, I decided that I'd invite Becky and Melissa down for a visit next weekend. Who knows, maybe we could let Jennifer in on our little secret... The possibilities, I smiled, were endless. TO BE CONTINUED...