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Thanks to the incomparable Steve Zink for editing this for
me!
Mindy asked me to write this sequel. SOON is her second
favorite story of mine. Not only myself but all of us owe
her so much I couldn't refuse!
Have you read SOON? If not, why not! Shame! It would be
helpful to understand the story if you have.
Note - this starts about a month after the former Peter's
tutoring from Madam Lafarge to make 'her' a Great Lady like
April had been completed and takes us about ten months
after the last scene in SOON.
And now, the story continues.
Altered Fates: Soon 2
By Eric
The person, who had once been Peter J. Peters, CEO of
Peters Corp. and was occupying the body of Mrs. April
Peters, was silently fuming. She had kept her end of the
bargain. She had let the imperious Madam Lafarge, the
original April's old fearsome dragon of a teacher, drill
her and turn her into a great lady just like the original
April had been. Her French was fluent and her manners and
breeding were now impeccable. She had done all this in the
hope that her husband, the former April, would finally keep
his word and switch their bodies and lives back. A whole
month had gone by.
"Peter, please, you must keep your promise and give me back
my body and my life."
The present Peter J. Peters looked up, annoyed. Would his
wife ever stop her annoying yapping? Why couldn't she just
accept her new life and move on? No way he was going to
give up all his power and control and being the boss of a
great corporation as well as in control at home. But he
didn't want a scene. So he smiled blandly and held and
kissed her tenderly.
"Soon," he said, "very soon. I can't change you back yet,
as Madam Lafarge still has the medallion."
"Why don't you get it back from her?" asked his wife on the
edge of hysteria. Her hands shook and her breathing was
erratic.
The butler came with what was for April a welcome
interruption while the former husband could only bite her
lip with frustration!
"A Miss Buffy Lafarge to see you, Sir," he intoned.
The handsome, masculine face broke into a smile. He was
wondering how Madam Lafarge was coming with her plan with
her rebellious granddaughter.
On the other side of the room, hope blossomed in Peter's
heart. Maybe she was here to return the Medallion of Zulo?
A very pretty, petite blonde young woman came in with
youthful grace. She was dressed rather conservatively for
someone of eighteen. She looked like a lady.
After the butler was safely out of the room she spoke.
"Good evening, Mrs. Peters, Mr. Peters. You asked me to
stop by?"
"Yes, how are things going with your granddaughter?" asked
April in his strong, confident baritone.
The lovely young head shook regretfully. "She is furious
that I broke up with the jerk with whom she was living.
Also, even though she's been living as my sixty-year-old
self for three weeks, she refuses to give an inch. I can't
imagine where she is getting such a stubborn, willful
streak?"
'I can,' 'Mrs. Peters' thought. 'The apple doesn't fall far
from the tree.' But being a lady she couldn't say such a
rude remark.
"That's amazing!" said 'Mr. Peters'.
The apparent Buffy nodded. "She calls me a dirty body
stealing old bitch and busybody! Not in that language, of
course."
Peter smiled; she was beginning to like Buffy.
"Surely, she doesn't like being sixty-two?" said April. He
couldn't believe the girl hadn't given in!
"Of course not! But the stubborn witch is still holding
out! I have enrolled her in my old school (and here she
blushed) and found her a cute, intelligent boyfriend from
an old family, but Buffy just digs in her heels and refuses
to budge. She says she will just dump him and drop college
as soon as she gets her body back! Buffy even says she's
giving me one week to swap us back or she's going out
clubbing in my body and hire paid male escorts and thus
ruin my reputation."
April frowned in concentration. "It is a puzzle. Let me
think about it. Why don't you join me and my wife for
dinner and we can discuss it?"
"Okay, I mean, thank you very much."
April noticed the slip, and so did Peter.
Peter as usual ate daintily as befitted a lady. Madam
Lafarge had improved Peter's table manners to the original
April's standards. Now eating, talking and moving like the
former April was second nature, like she was just
relearning it!
The apparent Buffy said, "It's wonderful to have a good
digestion now!"
Over coffee after dinner, April sat back. He tried to light
a cigar but his former teacher frowned, and he blushed and
hurriedly put it back into his pocket. Then he said, "This
is what I think you should do."
The former Madam Lafarge leaned forward with youthful
enthusiasm.
"First, make sure Buffy sees you with your boyfriend. Make
a display of kissing and hugging him - being all over him.
Then tell Buffy you have changed your mind. Since she
doesn't appreciate her life or want to do anything
constructive with it, you have decided to remain her. So
she can do anything she likes with yours. From now you are
Buffy Lafarge and she is your doddering old grandmother. If
she thinks you are serious, I think this will frighten her
into submission!"
"That's brilliant. Thank you very much, April!" she gushed
like a girl. "You were always my brightest student."
That night, Peter was once again trying to coax her husband
into swapping their bodies back. "You see, dear, what
trouble can come from trying to change people with that
evil old medallion? It's time to keep your promise and
switch us back."
She kissed him meltingly. He kissed her back, and said
huskily, "We'll talk later!"
He picked her up and carried her to the bed. Peter had to
admit she liked sex with her virile, strong young husband
and he sure knew how to ring the chimes on this body, but
she still wanted her body back!
The sex as usual was wild and passionate, as each knew the
other inside out.
After having wonderful sex three times, Peter brought up
switching back. She was hopeful, as April was very mellow
and it was as good a time as any to try and get him to swap
them back, but her husband was a brute and just kissed her
goodnight dissuasively. "We'll talk in the morning. I'm
sleepy!"
All she could do was fume as the unfeeling monster fell
asleep on her.
The next morning she brought it up over breakfast. She was
eating her usual grapefruit and melba toast while April
wolfed down bacon and eggs.
"Don't fret, dear, we'll switch back soon. Very soon. As
you can see, Buffy - I mean Madam Lafarge has a real
problem. As soon as it's resolved, we will talk then. You
must learn patience!"
Two weeks later, all he still said was 'soon'! Her friend
Kathy invited Peter out to tea. She and some other wives
were getting together. The new April enjoyed these session
as they all vented against their husbands and it was quite
liberating to talk to other women with problems with the
way their husbands treated them.
The servants set up the table and the group of friends sat
down. They had once been just the wives of her male friends
and colleagues in the corporate world. Now she was very
close to them all. Her original body's friends hardly
talked to her now, considering her just arm candy. It was
so exasperating! She vented her anger with her husband to
her new friends.
"Him and his goddamn 'Soon'! If I hear soon one more time I
will scream!"
"Go ahead and scream, it will make you feel better," said
Kathy. "I scream all the time at Bill."
"And what does it get you?" laughed a cynical Cynthia. "We
have this conversation almost all the time. Face it; we're
all in the same boat. In a first class cabin, of course,
but the same boat. Our husbands have command of the engines
and the rudder! Our husbands have the power, have all the
controls - including prenuptial agreements. So we're along
for the ride, whether we like it or not."
That shut them up briefly. Peter in April's former body was
easily the youngest and prettiest - being just twenty-seven
with long, beautiful auburn hair, great legs and a trim
figure. She was dressed with good taste - expensive
elegance. She wore high heels because her husband insisted
on them. The current April knew she had been demoted to
April's former position as a trophy wife and did the
knowledge burn. Peter had married April partly for the
social connections and entries her position would give him
as well as the sort of wife who would help, not hurt a CEO.
Now all Peter could do was hope that her husband would at
last consult her and ask her advise on how to run the
company and become at last a silent partner in what had
once been her own family's firm. Of course it hadn't
happened yet. The new Peter insisted on treating her just
like the way she had once treated the original April.
Peter sighed with deep disappointment, and continued. "I
suppose I shouldn't complain. He treats me well, I can buy
almost anything, but I feel so powerless, so much a pet not
a wife. I want to do something to help him run the company,
but Peter says 'soon'! Men have such an advantage over us -
they act directly while we muddle in guilt and insecurity.
We are so programmed. I hate it! But then I feel guilty
about hating it. It's not easy being a woman!"
"Amen to that!" they echoed.
The bitching session broke up; all had things to do for
their husbands. Peter was to visit the dying in the old
folks home. It made her husband look good without him
actually having to go there or do anything.
When she got home she called Madam Lafarge. The old woman
in Buffy's body didn't answer the phone; instead, she heard
that the number had been changed. When she tried to find
both Buffy and Madam Lafarge's present number, she couldn't
get them.
When her husband got home she told him, "Peter, you don't
think one of them has run off with the Medallion, do you?
That would be dreadful!" It was now second nature for her
to address her husband with her former name.
"I hope not! Madam Lafarge is the soul of honesty!"
"What about Buffy? She sounds like a very wild and
unladylike girl?"
"I will have some detectives do some checking."
The next day was Saturday and they went out riding, which
always made her horny so they spent the rest of the day in
bed with each other and that night they went dancing at the
country club. Peter had to admit it was a wonderful day and
so romantic!
A few days later April took his wife aside.
"Dear, good news. I've found Buffy and Madam Lafarge! Madam
Lafarge has switched them back and they are living together
with my old teacher bringing her granddaughter up to speed
on what she did with her life while they were swapped.
They're in an isolated cabin with no phone so Buffy can't
all out or receive calls from her former undesirable
friends! Madam Lafarge is also teaching her granddaughter
deportment!"
Peter shuddered in remembrance. Poor Buffy! "What about the
medallion? Do you have it back? When can we swap bodies
back, darling?"
"Soon! Very soon. Madam Lafarge still has the medallion
just in case she has to switch them back."
That word 'SOON' again! Peter almost screamed! "Why not
now?! You promised!" she whined, crying.
"I don't have it yet, April, but it's safe. Madam Lafarge
is holding it just in case her granddaughter breaks her
promises! She'll give it back as soon as she is sure!"
"There's a lot of that promise breaking going around!" she
spat, weeping with frustration.
He shook her. "Behave yourself, April. I won't have you
being a bitch! You forget yourself. I'm your husband and
you will behave like a lady. I try to be an understanding
husband, but this little lapse will cost you another month
before we can even talk about witching back!"
He stormed out of the room, and Peter hurried after him to
try and coax her husband back into a good mood.
Soon he was gracious enough to accept her apology!
"I also want to apologize to you, April. I've been
neglecting you for business. I know I haven't been the best
husband at keeping promises. But that will soon change!"
Yes, yes! Hope was fluttering like a flock of pigeons in
her heart.
"For years I've been promising you a second honeymoon in
the French West Indies on a private yacht."
'April's' heart fell. That was a promise she had made when
SHE was Peter. Now the new Peter was going to keep it! Damn
it! It wasn't the promise she wanted. But then she had two
weeks to work on her husband in a romantic setting. Maybe
she could persuade or manipulate him around. Never
underestimate the power of a woman, she thought smugly.
"But what about your promise to switch us back?" she asked
in a sweet voice.
"Oh, well, first things first. First we'll go on our cruise
and then, hopefully Madam Lafarge's problem with Buffy will
be over and we can talk then. Don't worry, dear! Everything
will be all right."
He kissed her and she returned his kiss. She just loved
love and affection.
"We'll switch back soon, maybe when we get back. That is,
if you're a good girl and don't forget you're my wife and a
great lady."
Soon again, Peter thought bitterly. But she only smiled.
"Thank you, dear," she answered like the lady she was.
"Tell you what. Why don't you go out and buy a whole new
cruise outfit. We'll be gone for two weeks! Live it up.
I'll make all the arrangements. I should be able to have
things arranged at work in... say a month. So that will
give you plenty of time to shop!"
Peter's beautiful face broke into a genuine smile for this.
She LOVED shopping! But of course she had to get her
husband's permission before she could spend over 1500
dollars, but now he was opening the purse strings!
She kissed him with genuine warmth and soon they were in
bed together. It was so great to have her husband so madly
in lust with her. It was wonderful to be so beautiful and
desirable. He couldn't keep his hands off her, she thought
smugly. He got off, but this time she didn't. But she still
felt good, as she felt so loved. Her husband was taking her
on a cruise!
When Peter told all her friends she was glad to see they
were all green with envy. Soon they went back to their
husband's and berated them. Why weren't they like Peter
Peters, they were asked. Why didn't they take them on a
cruise on a large private yacht?
Many of them called up Peters to complain!
"Relax, guys. April was upset, and besides, I HAD promised
her this second honeymoon for years. A man has to
occasionally keep his promises!" He laughed. "Hell, it
wouldn't kill you guys to take your wives some place
romantic. You're always complaining you don't get enough
sex. Well, here's your chance. They'll feel obligated to
pay you back!"
Some of the husbands thought it over and did decide to make
plans to take their wives on a trip, which made 'April'
become very popular with the other wives. But Peter was
still glad to see that she was the only one of them who
could spend freely, and shop to her heart's content. She
took her best friend Cynthia with her to help. They
agonized for hours on the perfect swim wear. Peter also
started working out every day, as she felt her butt was a
little too big! And her thick thighs! Where had they come
from?
Peter started getting flowers every day! Her husband was so
sweet!
She was glad she had a month to pick out clothes. It was
barely long enough! But she had worked hard and was all
ready to go and be adored when they flew in the company's
private jet to Martinique. Two days before leaving she had
a bikini wax done by Midge. They still hurt like the devil,
but now she could wear a suit without having to worry about
unsightly hair!
The yacht was a thing of beauty. It was ninety feet long
and was ketch rigged. She had a crew of four to sail her
and to take care of them.
Peter had to admit that the cruise was wonderful! It was so
romantic to cruise under sail under the matchless stars
with the moon so big she could reach out and touch it!
Every night they made love under the stars, and her husband
told her he loved her. Peter felt wonderful.
During the days they toured the magical islands over which
the French and English had once turned the sea red with
blood. One day they docked in Forte de France in
Martinique. The charming city was a miniature Paris, it was
so French and cosmopolitan.
April leaned over the rail watching the gentle waves and
movement of the ship. He was lost in the wonder and the
timeless beauty of the ocean. How many seamen had watched
the same sea; they were gone, only the ocean remained. He
wanted to make a mark in the world, not just make money,
but his wife was a major distraction. Always nagging him to
change them back - as if! He liked things the way they were
now. Why couldn't Peter see that things were better now?
April was trying to be patient with his wife. At first it
had been mostly fun to tease Peter and yank her chain and
to show Peter how she had treated April when April was...
well, April, but now - well, things had changed. April now
just wanted to be a kinder, gentler Peter and for the new
April to be happy with her role. April loved his new life
of making such a difference in the world. His company's
profits were up and its market share was growing. More
importantly, the foundation he and like minded other men
and women had established had made major end roads on the
deforestation of the rain forests. Millions of acres were
purchased and thousand of Brazilians and others who would
normally have been burning land were now hired to patrol or
gather rare plants or carefully cultivate new ones in
secure environments. They were earning a good living. He
wished he could get Peter interested, but she was too
materialistic, only thinking of money and her appearance.
Then he had a bright idea. It just might work. 'I'll spring
it on her just before the end of our trip!'
Peter lured her husband out on deck underneath a matchless
sky. Then she kissed him soulfully. Peter thought the time
was ripe. Now or never!
"Darling, please, please don't say 'Soon'. Please, just say
when we get back you will give me back my male body.
PLEASE! I beg you. Haven't I been a good girl? Haven't I
done what you asked! PLEASE!"
He kissed her. "Darling, I will change us back if you
experience one more thing. One more female experience so I
can be sure that you will truly understand me or other
women if we change back."
Peter frowned, her lovely brow wrinkled in thought. "What
else can I do?"
"Simple, have a baby!"
Peter's sensuous mouth dropped. Had she heard her husband
correctly? "Have a baby?" she asked weakly.
He nodded. "Have a baby."
Peter took a deep breath and her sexy breasts strained
against a low cut evening gown. April took her masterfully
in his arms and kissed her.
"What was that for?" she asked.
"For looking so sexy!"
Peter smiled smugly. Whatever happened, she had her husband
April by the balls!
When they arrived home April went off to work. Peter slowly
climbed the stairs. She stared pensively at her lovely body
in the mirror. She spoke to her reflection.
"I wonder if I will ever get back to myself? My husband now
says that we will change back if I have a baby - learn the
whole feminine experience! I wonder if I can believe him?
Well, it's worth a try. A baby would be very cute, anyway!"
She opened her purse and took out the birth control pills
and flushed them down the toilet. That night, Peter told
her husband the good news and they celebrated by trying
right then and there to make a baby!
Well, it wasn't long before April was passing out cigars at
work!
"April is a fertile Myrtle! A week after going off the pill
I got her pregnant!" he boasted.
His back was slapped and he basked in the admiration of his
male friends. "You're a stud, Pete!" his old friend Hank
said, and April's chest swelled.
Peter noticed one benefit right away to her pregnancy. Her
former mother was a little nicer to her since she was at
last producing an heir! Her friends were divided between
envy and contempt, considering April to have given in to
her husband or being happy for her.
Peter's morning sickness soon abated and she enjoyed the
freedom from her monthly periods, but a few months later
she became worried when she had to purchase maternity
clothes. She looked so fat and unattractive! Not sexy at
all.
That night she cried to her husband. He took her in his
strong arms and held her tenderly, and she felt a little
better.
"What's wrong, dear?" he asked.
"You'll still love me and think me attractive when I get
big with our baby?"
"Of course I will. Don't be a silly goose!"
Peter felt better. "And you promise not to go out with
other thin women?"
"I promise! You're the only one I love!"
They made love that night, and Peter felt a little more
secure. What would happen if her husband took up with some
floozy? It didn't bear thinking about!
Peter's ankles and feet soon swelled at night and she had
trouble sleeping. She felt both pain and pleasure when she
felt the baby kick and proudly she put her husband's hand
on her belly so he could experience the life inside her as
well.
Peter found herself getting up many times during the night
to take a leak and her husband had to help her out of bed
and chairs. It was so humiliating! She also had to endure
all those embarrassing doctor office visits and she felt
everyone was staring at her everywhere!
They of course were going to do the Lamaze natural birth.
Peter's breasts got bigger, then started leaking. In her
eighth month Peter felt like each day had forty-eight
hours! She couldn't wait. The baby was very active, and she
could hardly sleep.
Then at last the pains started. Poor April was a nervous
wreck, and Peter smiled. Men were such boys! The chauffeur
drove them to the hospital, as April would probably have an
accident on the way.
Peter screamed and then screamed again. She never imagined
such agony! And it went on hour after hour. Finally her
water broke and after fifteen hours of labor she produced a
healthy nine pound, four ounce baby boy! When she held her
baby in her arms she thought she would die of pleasure. She
had created this life. He was all hers.
Later, as she was nursing her baby, she looked
apprehensively at her husband. "Dear, would you mind
terribly if we never change back? I just can't give up my
baby! He is too precious to me! Please! I will never beg
for anything else again!"
The new Peter leaned over and kissed the new young mother
April. "If that's what you want, dear!"
"Thank you!" She started crying. "And I want three more! If
that is okay with you!"
"Whatever you want, April, my love. I can already see
you're going to be a wonderful, loving mother!"
She cried some more. Her husband was so sweet and
understanding. She was the luckiest girl in the world!
As the months went by, April took satisfaction in the
knowledge that her two men would be lost without her. They
needed her to take care of them. She felt so needed.
The forever Peter J. Peters was a very happy man. His wife
was so content and happy. He never had to say SOON again!
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