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Note: We are just having fun with the characters of 'Charmed'. NO copyright infringement intended. If this story could possibly happen, it would be in season 2. Charmed Right Out of Yourself By Eric and Jacquie Windsor Edited by Caleb Jones Prologue Prue was very worried. What if the succubus had possessed her sister Piper at her club when it was exorcized? True, why would a succubus possess Piper when a red-hot babe like herself was available was open to question? But the possibility remained - especially when the bitch demon spat 'I'll be back!' Why demons loved Arnold's movies was one of the great mysteries of the Universe. He wasn't even cute! She had to find out if Piper was Possessed! This time though she would not change herself into a man. That had been a terrible idea! She was hardly a hunk at 5'2" and 112 ? er... 108 pounds, plus she had looked like a sissy. She glanced at the book of shadows. Prue's sexy, gorgeous face lit up. 'Here was a body-swapping spell. That's the ticket!' She would lure some rich hunk into the house, swap bodies with him and imprison him in the house, while she tested her sister. Why couldn't her sisters be half as smart as herself? It was a thought Prue often had since she had to do the thinking for the three of them all the time! For those who don't know what a succubus is: A succubus is a bloodthirsty species of minor female demons that survives on the life forces of human males - very much like a divorce lawyer though more humane. - Webster's Dictionary Chapter One: There Will Be Some Changes Made Prue undulated her sexy body into the banker's club. She smiled smugly. She still had it. All the men's eyes were on her. Earlier, using her powers of Telekinesis, she had slammed the doorman who snottily asked her if she was a member back into an alley. The jerk would be out for hours. Prue looked around she didn't want any old male body for her soul. Only the best would have to do - just as in her always fashionable clothes! Ah - there was the handsome and rich investment banker Perry St. Clair; perfect. He was Piper's banker and he was both rich and hot! Perry was trying to drown his sorrows. He was feeling sorry for himself. The damn Las Vegas sharks had reneged on a loan and he had lost 100,000 dollars at the tables. And sauce on the tart, was his life dull! Nothing exciting ever happened to him! (Little did he know that was about to change!) He turned and saw one of the sexiest women he had ever met come up and look him in the eyes. She smiled and he got really excited. 'This must be my lucky night!' he thought grinning. An hour later they were back into Prue's house and she was grinning like a cat that cat eaten its quote of canaries. "Just let me slip into something more comfortable." she cooed in an incredibly sexy voice. "What's that?" asked the charmed man. "Your body..." said Prue with a sinister grin on her beautiful face. Perry was incredibly aroused. He stood and wrapped his arms around the beautiful woman. Strange she seemed to be chanting things under her breath. Then she kissed him. WOW! His whole body felt alive. His heart hammered like it was threatening to burst from his breast. Suddenly he felt strange. He felt his strong arms clasping the slender, sexy young woman. But at the same time he felt - like a faint echo - his body being clasped. He grew lightheaded. He felt arms round him holding him tight. He staggered and would have fallen - he felt like he was on stilts. But strong arms kept him upright. He opened closed eyes and screamed in a high pitched voice. Opposite him, grinning at him was himself - Perry St. Clair! "Hello, Prue." said the man. Perry looked down and fainted. He was in Prue's sexy, female body. Prue picked Perry up with strong arms and carried the man within her BEAUTIFUL body over to the sofa. She took out rope and trussed her real body up. It was weird - she felt so strong! Prue ran her hands over her borrowed, muscular body. Not bad! She had chosen wisely. Hot damn! Prue looked down at her real body. 'I'm even more gorgeous and sexy than I thought!' She said, with vast complacency. The beautiful woman on the couch stirred and opened her come hither eyes, which now shown with fear and disbelief. "What happened?" Perry asked in a throaty, female voice. "I've borrowed your body for a short time. I'm going to see if my sister is possessed by a demon. Just a run of the mill thing with us Halliwell sisters." Prue answered with a casual shrug. "Sure - a slice of life." he - now she - said sarcastically. Perry struggled futilely against the ropes. He felt so weak. "Why am I tied up? I demand you let me go and switch us back at once or I'll have my lawyer sue your pants off." Perry saw her former face grin. "Well since I'm wearing your clothes that might be a little awkward for you, besides he's MY Lawyer now." Perry was frightened. He was just a helpless female now! "How and why did you do this? Are you a wicked witch?" Prue frowned. Strange how often people made that mistake! "No, I'm a good witch. I protect the innocent." "You call stealing my body good? What about me - I'm a good person." "Hardly, you're an investment banker. Besides, I'm not stealing your body. I'm just borrowing it, and being in my wonderful body even for just a few hours should be interesting - so there's your interest payment!" Prue laughed. Perry didn't find it funny, he... no SHE only groaned and rolled her big beautiful eyes. "Don't go away." Prue said, grinning, as she left the house and got in Perry's big super expensive custom Mercedes and sped off to Piper's club. Perry struggled girlfully in Prue's lovely body, but was helpless against the bounds. 'Boy did I ever get rolled,' she thought. At Piper's club Prue walked in like 'he' owned the place. Piper's mouth dropped. It was her investment banker, Mr. St. Clair. What was he doing there? Her heart thundered in her breast. Was he going to foreclose? Prue (in the guise of the investment banker Perry) invited Piper to St. Clair's penthouse apartment. This way she could save some bucks by using Perry's liquor! (Prue isn't as dumb as she looks. Actually now in Perry's body she is tall, broad shouldered and a very good looking, well to do man of about 35 with an intelligent, strong face.) Chapter Two: Piper Is Checked Out Piper sat on a leather sofa as the handsome dark-haired man stood in front of her. She felt disoriented. What was in those drinks anyway? He edged closer to her. He was sexy, but Piper loved her white lighter boyfriend. She edged away. "I thought we were here to talk about my loan?" Prue was relieved. No succubus would have passed the opportunity to make a meal of this luscious piece of male flesh. Prue laughed. "Piper it's me, Prue, your much smarter sister. I thought the succubus possessed you. That's why I brought you here - to defeat the monster - without harming you." "Oh, Prue, thank you - I love you - but I was able to protect myself by casting the 'Away Succubus' spell from page 304 of the Book of Shadows. Remember? You, Phoebe and I learned that one last year." "Oh? Did we? I guess I forgot all about that." Prue frowned with Perry's handsome face. Piper wasn't about to admit that she had just made that spell up! Actually, the demon didn't think she was worth trying to possess, and thought she was too whiny and weepy! Piper straightened her pretty, low-cut evening dress as it clung effortlessly to her skin. "Gosh, you sure caste a great illusion. I could swear you are Mr. St. Clair!" Prue laughed and modeled the body for her sister's pleasure. "No illusion, Sis. This is Perry's St. Clair's body. I 'borrowed' it." "Wow! Then he is in your body?" She giggled. "He must love that!" Piper looked suddenly thoughtful. "While you're in there, could you write me a check or two?" Prue grinned. "Why not?" As Prue was writing a huge check, Piper was admiring her sister's new form. "Wow you sure can pick men's bodies, Prue! The guy even has great clothes as well as great shoulders!" "Yes, very nice tailoring, Armani! This guy, whose body I switched with, has good taste in threads. " "Uh - Prue - I just thought of something." "What is it? Is the succubus returning?" "No. Where is your body right now? I mean, you had to switch, right? So Perry St. Clair, probably as pissed as hell, is running around as Prue, isn't he? Couldn't he get you in trouble? Demons are bad enough, now you had to go and mess with an investment banker!" "You know, Piper, I never considered that. That's so clever of you. Grams would be proud of your terribly accurate logic," said Prue sarcastically. "Don't worry. I have her - er... him - well, my body tied up in our old house. Nothing can go wrong. OOPS, that is unless Phoebe forgot what I told her and releases me - him. I told her to stay away until after 10 though..." Prue scratched her head. "Phoebe's won't be back from the mall, if she saw the movie I told her to go to." Piper stared at the hunky, pure, strong physical specimen of male in front of her. She smiled. "Yes, if she remembered to go to the movie instead of shopping!" Prue said nothing - he couldn't take his eyes off Piper's creamy, soft cleavage. What was happening to her - him!? 'I am reacting like a sex starved man?' Prue thought. Prue never read footnotes to spells! If Prue had 'he' would have been warned that switching bodies with a man would mean either he or her would not have much control over their sexual urges! They lacked practice and familiarity! Piper shrugged and this made her even more fascinating. "Why should we worry? Phoebe can take care of herself for a few minutes longer. She's a witch, remember?" Deep inside Prue's mind, she briefly considered this. Phoebe was a witch, certainly, whose magical ability was clairvoyance, but otherwise she was as dumb a post. She probably wouldn't even go into the living room, but instead head upstairs to try on her new purchases! Chapter Three: Phoebe 'Helps' Out Around The House (Fifteen minutes before this scene.) Phoebe stared blankly at Prue, tied on the couch. She set down her new purchases. Piper had been right, she forgot about the movie and come home early. "Tell me this again," she said, brushing her hair away from her pretty, young face. "You - Prue - aren't really Prue. Your name's Perry, and you're a MAN! An investment banker from Palo Alto." She laughed merrily. "Prue, what a ridiculous story. You shouldn't be embarrassed by bondage games. I think they're REALLY sexy! I never suspected you had a sense of fun behind that cute bitchy exterior!" Phoebe giggled. The confused former man sitting on the couch in Prue's body decided to keep her mouth shut about the switch. Maybe then this stupid girl would untie him. Perry, inhabiting Prue's form, looked down at her new body. All she could see was a tight wrap dress with a set of big round breasts protruding from her new chest. Usually Perry feel quite aroused by that view, but instead felt only somehow "cute". 'My best bet,' she thought 'right now, is to pretend to be this Prue and get untied by this bimbo.' She was sexy, but for some reason Perry wasn't turned on. "Phoebe, you are right! I shouldn't have lied. I am of course your sister Prue. Would you mind releasing me?" Phoebe did what her 'sister' asked. "Prue, believe me, I know - for bondage games you need a man! It just doesn't work out on its own!" 'Prue was so clueless when it came to guys and sex!' she thought. Phoebe nodded at Prue. Her vision blurred abruptly and she looked as though she'd been hit with a small mallet. A clairvoyant apparition suddenly materialized in her head. Soon Piper would be with a really gorgeous guy in his penthouse apartment. She needed to hurry over and check him out! "Gosh Piper had gotten lucky! I see her in a great apartment with some rich hunk!" She giggled, "I sure hope that Leo doesn't find out!" Phoebe's head wagged as she shook away the effects of her unpredictable ability. "Hello, hello - Earth to whoever you are..." said Perry growing impatient. Phoebe came out of her trance to find 'Prue' waving her arms in front of her face. It was weird to feel big boobs move! Perry said the words that popped somehow into her head, "You sound like you're being a jealous bitch!" This did not go down well with the younger woman. "I'm no bitch, Prue! You're the bitch - always telling us what to do - you're just jealous because I'm YOUNGER and sexier than you and you can't find a man!" The new Prue stood up angrily and stalked across the room. Perry, in Prue's curvaceous form, was furious. How dare this bitch say she was prettier! Perry kept hurling random insults at Phoebe, narrowing her gray eyes in anger. At once, a book flew off the nearby table and missed Phoebe's head by inches, crashing into the wall beyond her. Perry was astonished. Her ruby red lips parted in shock. "Prue! Don't do that! I'm sorry I got you mad, Okay? Now knock it off. You shouldn't use your witch powers on me. I'm your baby sister." Phoebe tried to look innocent and failed miserably. Perry stared at the shapely witch across the room, then shifted his gaze to the crumpled shape of the book lying on the carpet. "Sure, I'll knock it off - I guess." "Listen Prue, why don't you just stay here and cool down. I'll go rescue Piper from herself. I don't want her losing Leo!" Phoebe didn't want Prue horning in on her attempt to swipe that gorgeous guy away from their middle sister. After all Piper already had a man. Poor Prue could be so jealous. Right now the clairvoyant felt that her older sister needed to relax. Next she might hurl the kitchen sink at her! Phoebe hated when Prue did that. Their plumbing repair bills were going out of sight! "Sure - go ahead," agreed Prue, to Phoebe's relief. "I am feeling kind of weird inside." Phoebe grabbed a shimmering black vinyl jacket and rushed towards the front door. She checked herself out in the mirror and freshened her make-up. "Hey, Prue, if anyone calls I'll be back in no time. You just watch some TV or something." She headed for the door. Perry touched her new body, disappointed in a way that it didn't feel quite as sexy inside a female form as it did touching one when she was still in a male body. Perry felt mainly just pretty. She heard the front door shut as Phoebe rushed out her high heels clattering. Perry thought about what he might do, alone in the big house. She hoped that the real Prue would keep the promise of switching them back! She wandered out of the living room, pausing at the staircase leading up. Slowly, she climbed the stairs, aware of the difficulty in negotiating them with high heels strapped to these tiny feet. At the top of the stairs she discovered a row of partly open doors leading to the girls' rooms. The entire ambiance of the large house was spooky yet tidy. The rooms weren't any different. Perry peeked into each one, prepared for almost any surprise, though quite certain that nothing could outdo the genuine surprise of finding one's self inside a strange girl's beautiful body, so she assumed that the girl herself must have been naturally wary. The odd sensation of sending a book flying through the air at the squint of an eye led her to understand that original Prue was probably a little ill tempered. Perry experimented and found she was able to move things with her mind too. 'WOW! This was way cool!' Chairs, pictures, clothes crumpled on the floor, all went hurling around! Each door yielded a variation on the blackness theme; splashes of color were limited to the pillowcases, a quilt, gilded bedposts, unusual-looking glassware, and the occasional throw rug. 'Don't these girls know anything other than black? I mean they're taking this witchcraft thing a little too seriously,' Perry thought. Across the upstairs hallway from the three bedrooms was the door to the bathroom and another closed door. Perry reached out to turn the knob, but nothing happened. "Locked - gee-reat," she bitched, sounding so much like Prue that anyone would be deceived. Perry wandered into the bathroom. The former man looked into the mirror, becoming accustomed to the soft, black- haired very sexy female that returned her stare. "Oh dear," Perry sighed, "I guess should just take a shower and forget about the body switch. Not much I can do about it!" She reached out to delicately turn the faucets, then disrobed without needing to think about it and stepped into the stall. The warm spray felt good on her silken skin. Her smooth fingers caressed the sexy body. 'There are certainly worse ways to while away the time!' Perry thought sensuously with a smile. Chapter Four: Phoebe Pounces Phoebe arrived at the apartment in time to see Piper and the hunk, talking. 'How boring,' thought Phoebe! 'What's wrong with my sister letting a gorgeous guy like this go to waste?' "Hi Piper, hope I'm not interrupting anything?" said Phoebe, innocently. "Uh - no - not at all," answered her slender sister. This was really awkward. Should or should they not tell their bimbo sister what was going on? Artfully, Pheebs glided sensuously between her sister and the wealthy hunk. "Aren't you going to introduce me?" she asked in a sexy voice. Piper opened her mouth to tell her sister the truth, but Prue spoke first. "Perry St. Clair!" Prue said, in a vibrant baritone voice. "This vision of nocturnal loveliness must be the wonderful Phoebe you told me so much about." "Er... yeah..." said Piper. She was tempted to explain everything to Phoebe, but Prue obvious wanted to tease their sister. At least she hoped that was all Prue was up to! "Piper, weren't you going to go see your other sister or something? Make sure she is tied - I mean not all tied up?" Prue's hand extended to greet Phoebe. "I simply must learn all about this enchantress." He took Phoebe's far from unwilling hand and kissed it gallantly. 'Boy would lusty Phoebe freak out if she knew who was kissing her hand.' Piper grinned inside. 'Let the little man stealer be embarrassed. Besides, Prue had told her to go and check on Perry to make sure that Perry in Prue's body was keeping out of trouble. How she would tease her flirty man stealing sister! Phoebe would die of embarrassing in a few minutes when he told who he really was!' Pheebs was glad to see her sister leave. 'God, what a catch she had made. Perry St. Clair was loaded, and gorgeous. This would be her lucky night!' "So, my beautiful, sexy darling, have you ever seen the back seat of a custom Mercedes with gold handles?" Perry had a great new car. Cars really aroused Phoebe, as Prue well knew. Prue felt she could hold Pheebs flirting with her over her head forever. Besides, in this body he was really turned on. 'I never knew Phoebe was this SEXY!' Pure thought, losing his new head as Phoebe smiled and drew closer. "No, I haven't," giggled Phoebe. "I'm sure it's very nice though. You have a custom Mercedes?" 'The guy was really rich!' "Oh, indeed," replied Prue, enjoying the effect of his vibrant, vital baritone on the curvy witch nestled against this male body. Prue led the bemused girl down to the private garage to a magnificent black sedan. "After you, Phoebe," he said, opening the rear door to let her in. "Oooh, this car smells brand new," winked Phoebe, "I just love that smell. This must have been very expensive." "It was!" Prue shook his head in blind amazement at how shallow Pheebs was. Nevertheless, he was growing stimulated by the sight and feel of Phoebe's sexuality. The vanity merely served to increase his desire. "It's warm enough - you won't need that jacket in the car," smiled the man. Phoebe agreed instantly, shedding it and tossing it carelessly in the car before climbing in ahead of her target. The clairvoyant's clinging skirt was already riding up on her hips, and her generous breasts thrust out invitingly beneath the flimsiest, lowest-cut top imaginable. Using Perry's hands, Prue wordlessly removed the blouse and Phoebe's grinned smugly. Already the guy couldn't keep his hands off her. Phoebe leaned up to seal a kiss upon his lips, while running her hand along the inside of the man's shirt. Phoebe spoke, "Kissing a handsome, sexy guy like you is a pleasure!" Prue's heart skipped a nervous beat, yet he succumbed to the wonderful feeling of Phoebe's in his arms! He stroked his sister's lovely hair. 'Boy could Pheebs kiss! She is driving me crazy.' 'I haven't lost my touch,' Phoebe thought smugly. 'Soon the guy would be putty in my hands - and mouth!' "Funny thing is," remarked Phoebe, "my sister back home kept on mumbling something stupid about Perry this and Perry that. Isn't that hinky?" "Er... hinky - yes," said Prue, breathing hard. He wanted more! There was just something about the curvaceous brunette. 'God! Phoebe was sexy as hell! No wonder she got all the guys.' "You're the Sexiest girl in the world!" He gasped. "I'm that good?" Phoebe asked coyly, wiggling her shoulders to provoke a reaction from the man she assumed to be nothing other than Perry St. Clair. She knew she was hot - she had the guy hooked already! Chapter Five: Perry Finds Enlightenment Perry finished the shower, VERY refreshed and VERY enlightened about the female form divine! She wrapped a towel around Prue's silky smooth body, and left the warmth of the bathroom for the cool hallway. Instinct guided her to the real Prue's room. She felt like appearing pretty - no beautiful, and a wave of sensuality and uncommon fashion sense overcame her annoyance at being swapped with a woman. The cool air of the hallway hurried her along, and it was much easier to move along barefoot than it had been in those high heels. "Still, though, I don't feel completely dressed without the heels," Perry admitted to herself. Inside Prue's room, she found the clothes closet, swinging the door open to reveal a long rack of hanging black outfits. "Doesn't this chick have any other colors?" she thought. Rummaging along the line of clothes, Perry found only a few bright colors, which came as a minor disappointment. Perry was finally able to select a casual-but-sexy mix of clingy outerwear: a sequined tube-top, black leather skirt and an ethereal black shawl-like garment. She dropped the towel and struggled to fit the jazzy red tube-top over her smooth round boobs. Before struggling similarly into the skirt, she decided to procure a set of garters and lovely patterned stockings. Perry took unexpected pleasure at smoothing the stockings over his legs and attaching them to the garter clips. It was only as an afterthought that she remembered to put on a pair of panties. They were violet, clingy and sheer. They made her feel sexy as hell. 'I would drag me off to bed if I was still my old self!' Perry thought, mildly amused at the irony of this revelation. Still, it gave her a feeling of confidence. Perry slipped on the skirt, draped the shawl lazily over creamy shoulders, and selected a sexy pair of knee-high black boots with sexy heels. By some instinct in this new body, she put on with unerring hands, make up that made her even more beautiful. By the time she left Prue's room a vision of powerful womanhood, Perry St. Clair was convinced of her feminine sex appeal. Guys would be silly putty in her hands! Using her acquired powers she shut her bedroom door mentally. 'All this - and magical powers? Not bad at all, ol' Perry.' She maneuvered the curvy female form down the stairs with a gracefulness she was growing more comfortable with. As though possessed by an unseen hand, Perry slipped out the front door and onto the sidewalk, exactly at the same moment that Piper arrived at the back of the mansion. The club operator, always the most enterprising and economical of the three Halliwell sisters, had taken a shortcut down the lane behind the house and entered it through the back door. "Prue? I mean, Perry?" she cried, too late to hear the front door shut. "Are you still tied up?" Chapter Six: Hey, Good Looking Perry looked in vain for her Mercedes. The bastard must have taken it along with her male body! Oh, well, she felt energized and decided on a walk. Perry became immediately familiar with the two-edged sword of possessing a sexy female body, swaying and jiggling in cool provocation down a San Francisco boulevard. An old gentleman practically walked in front of a moving cable car as Perry strolled past. Another fellow craned his neck from his spot on a bench, pulled a muscle and squirmed painfully. Perry smiled inside - fully satisfied that she truly appeared as the brunette bombshell whose house she'd just left. She really had IT! Another man whistled and called out rudely at her, "Hey, baby, how about us naked together?" Perry turned at him and shot him a withering glance, which unleashed Prue's telekinetic blast and the man, flew backward over a railing and into some large rose bushes. He squealed in pain. "You Bitch! - Ow that hurt!" Perry covered Prue's mouth to keep from laughing and scrambled to escape a confrontation. She had no trouble now walking in heels. "I forgot about that power," she grimaced. "Now - where was I going? Where was I going?" Perry paused this beautiful body and tried to organize her fleeting sense of purpose. Something had drawn her from the mansion, yet it was only now that Perry began to wonder what it was. She stared at the pavement, past the sleek curves of her rounded breasts secured in the tinselly tube- top. 'Damn! I am so gorgeous!' "Looking decent, Prue," came a voice, seemingly out of nowhere. Perry whirled about, finding himself face to face with a tall and extremely handsome man. The guy just oozed sex appeal and Perry found her girlish heart racing. "Uh - ah - ah - Do I know you?" she asked, trying to control her raging hormones. "Prue, dear Prue," admonished the gentleman, likewise shrugging and extending his arms as a suggestion that they were well acquainted. "You don't recognize your old pal? It's me - Dennis." Perry blinked and stared. There was no flicker of recognition from whatever parts of Prue Halliwell were left in her body. If anything, Perry felt a strange apprehension about this Dennis. "Dennis Amsterdam." The fellow continued to behave as though they knew each other very well indeed. He approached with a swagger that Perry found exciting. "Dennis - you know - I set up that financing deal for Piper ? at the club? - you know now?" "The club, yes," Perry smiled uncomfortably. "Oh yeah, that's right. You set up that financing deal. Sure. It was through St. Clair's bank." Dennis chuckled at Perry's innocent candor. "You Halliwell girls are too much sometimes," he snickered. "Probably two brains among the three of you, but I always took you for having a full head yourself." "Thank you," Perry smiled, as though the offhand insult was really a compliment. "No problem, Prue. Anyhow, you girls know if you have any troubles with that place, you can always come back and deal with Dennis Amsterdam. Your credits always blue chip with me." Suddenly and somehow Perry felt comfortable in the presence of this smooth-talking guy with the sculpted hair and tailored suit. He seemed to be trustworthy. But why was her head in a fog? "Listen, Prue I owe you at least a drink or something! I was just lucky enough to have stopped you here right outside my joint. Come on in - you'll like it. Trust me." "Oh? Oh sure. The entrance is from the alley?" "Sure is, sweetheart." He put an arm around Perry's now slim, trim waist. It felt good, Perry thought. Dennis guided the gorgeous black-hair girl down a set of steep steps through a door and into a large, darkened room. The heels of Perry's sexy boots rang on the stairs. Dennis flicked a switch and the room glowed crimson. It was a capacious, literally underground club. Black leather furniture and richly paneled walls suggested an upscale discotheque - completely out of synch with the century-old community outside. "What's your pleasure?" asked Dennis, subtly guiding Perry towards a long, padded bench, seating her and looking appreciative at the great legs revealed as she sat gracefully down. He smiled. Prue was a real babe! This was going to be fun. Then he glided behind the bar in one continual, well- practiced motion. "I'm having a rum drink we devised here last year - care to try one?" "Sure," agreed the astonished Perry, smiling sexily at this cute guy. She was feeling a little odd around this commanding personality. He was so strong and she was so weak. This was exciting! Dennis returned with a pair of goblets and offered one to the busty lady he'd ushered into his basement lair. They each drank, her pale gray eyes reflecting vermilion from the iridescent glow that filled the room. "This is good - sweet - kinda coconutty, I think." Perry smiled through Prue's pouting lips. "What do you call it?" "Wicked Witch," he smiled. "Very wicked witch." "Who? Me?" asked Perry, giving the man an 'innocent' and very flirtatious look. "The drink baby, the drink!" He leaned closer. "Though you certainly have bewitched me!" Perry felt the intoxicant of the drink and the man seize her emotions. She allowed Dennis to remove the empty goblet from her delicate hand and place it, with his own, upon a nearby table. Perry let the handsome guy lean over to place his lips on lips that had belonged to Prue. Time sputtered into disconnected fragments, interspersed with pure sensation. "You are some kind of woman, Prue Halliwell." Perry at once felt exactly as Prue must feel when she is outrageously in love, or lust, or in infatuation. Strong Hands massaging her back. Soon her tube-top was gone. Perry had never been so turned on before. Her breaths came in great gasps! The girl gasped amid the intoxication caused both by the drink and the passion of sex. Sex. Sex! SEX! But new instincts told the new Prue that even though this felt great something was wrong. She knew she was sexy. But what would cause a guy's eyes to glow? Dennis Amsterdam saw the sudden appearance of alarm cross the girl's face. He laughed. "Ha! You don't even recognize me now? Do you? Helpless, stupid witch - I'm Distomon Abraxones - an arch-demon of the twenty-eighth order. And you got sucked in! The famous Prue Halliwell, caught like a teenager on a lure. I am really enjoying this. Too bad I have to kill you afterwards. Nothing personal ? it's just part of my demon heritage!" His laughter raged endlessly as 'Prue' cried out helpless pleasure. Demon or no, he really had a way with the ladies. Endless waves of pleasures filled her body! Chapter Seven: Phoebe Gets Lucky Meanwhile in the Mercedes. Phoebe and 'Perry' Were enjoying themselves! Enjoying themselves a lot! "Omigod. Omigod." Prue lurched in sweat-soaked passion, enjoying herself with Perry's stolen male body in the back seat of the Mercedes. "This is wonderful!" gasped Prue. "You are one hot witch, Phoebe. There's real magic in your sexy little body!" Phoebe giggled. She was so happy. They had made it twice. Perry was so virile! This was the best time she had ever had with any man. Perry seemed to know how to really please a Female! Then the premonition of an arch-demon filled her mind having his way with her sister Prue! To the far away figure she whispered, 'God, Prue, forgive me, Sis, I've just gotta finish this last one,' Phoebe rationalized silently. 'Perry is the best! Of all the guys I've had, he knows the best how to turn a girl on and keep her that way! I can't let him get away!' Afterwards she said. "Listen, Perry, you're a sweetheart and everything, but I ? Uh..." "Had a premonition or something?" Prue smirked. "No - I mean - yes," replied Phoebe, trying to find her dark clothes - a near impossibility in the blackness of the rear seat of the sedan, amid the haze of a moonless, foggy San Francisco night and with sweat running into her eyes. "I mean, whatever - um- I just have to go, that's all. Can you drive me somewhere? And how about another date? I hate to fuck and run." "Oh, you bet," winked Prue. "I can drive you straight to heaven, girl." "No - come on! - I'm serious, Perry. Where's my top - and my skirt?" "I'll help you find them," replied Prue, softly tracing one finger along Phoebe's reddened cheek. "But after you do what you need to, do we have a date!" Prue kissed her where Phoebe loved to be kissed. "Oh - okay," smiled the sexy girl. "Ohhh! Perry - how do you know what really pleases a woman?" Prue sighed in relief, this was the best sex he ever had. God being a man with Pheebs was great. He never dreamed his sister was so talented! She must practice a lot. He started the car with Phoebe practically sitting on his lap! What a night! Chapter Eight: Piper to the Rescue! Piper wrung her hands, now convinced that her sister's body was nowhere to be found in the big house. "And if she - he - whatever - isn't right here, then she's - um - he's out somewhere. And, if I'm not mistaken, she'd be dressed up like a slut and possibly... no probably in some kind of trouble." She sighed. "Just like another Phoebe!" Piper was pleased with herself. She appeared to have solved a puzzle without Prue's assistance. The long-haired witch with the big eyes and full lips stomped out of the kitchen, swung open the front door, and headed outside towards the street. She passed a surly man whose face was covered from the scratches caused by being hurled into a rose bush. He was about to issue another catcall, but thought he recognized her as one of the Halliwell sisters. "Are you one of the Halliwell sisters, by any chance?" Better safe than sorry, he thought. Those rose thorns hurt! "Ah... yes," she nodded, shaking her head emphatically and dropping her jaw in her typical manner. It ran in her family! "I saw your sister head into a building over there with some strange-looking guy," he said. "Now, I helped you out, honey, so don't throw me into a damned rose bush like she did, okay?" "Whatever," she nodded flippantly. She followed the thorn-scratched guy's directions towards the lane down which Perry had sashayed, earlier, in Prue's sexy form. Before long, Piper found herself at the top of a steep staircase leading to a basement suite. Through the painted windows, she detected a burning red glow. "Red glow," she muttered. "Could be danger - or an arch- demon or a gas fire, or disco lights. I know this much - I better be prepared." She continued down the stairs and began to rap heavily on the door. "Go away! Can't a demon ? er... guy get laid in peace?" came an irritated command from behind the door. Piper listened closely to hear a subdued shrieking - the unmistakable voice of Prue. "Omigod," Piper fretted, before heavily kicking the door open, nearly breaking her black high heel in the process. Now that would be a disaster. They were brand new! "Omigod," she squealed again. There, arched over a padded leather bench, was Prue's sweaty female body, having sex with a very well hung man with glowing eyes. Obvious a MALE arch-demon. "Freeze!" she commanded. At once, Distomon Abraxones was frozen in time. "Bend your head backwards," urged Piper. "Cast your telekinesis and blow the arch-demon off you! Perry struggled to crane her head far enough to stare straight at the frozen demon Distomon Abraxones. She squinted hard, concentrating on her new power to kick ass. The arch-demon was caught completely unaware by the blast that propelled him off the witch's body. It shot him backward into a mystical portal that Piper had created, into the pits of Hell. Still he smiled. 'What a night, Prue Halliwell was the best I had in ten thousand years! What a woman! She sure knew how to please a guy!' He was glad she wasn't dead. Maybe, if he played his cards right, brought her candy and flowers and promised not to kill her, he could get another date? It was worth a try. What a woman! She sure knew how to excite a demon! "Prue! Or Perry - are you all right?" cried Piper. "Well, I guess so. I am still alive, but I guess I'm all right. And for a fiend he wasn't a bad guy. In fact he was very cute!" The door flung open behind them. Piper whirled about, relieved to see it was only Prue-in-Perry's body - and a disheveled and almost-naked Phoebe. Piper laughed inside. Prue and Pheeb sure looked liked they had been 'busy'. "Piper!" exclaimed Phoebe. "I saw the arch-demon 'raping' Prue. Where is it now?" Piper grinned at her own cleverness under duress. "I defeated it and sent it back to Hell, Phoebe." "You defeated it?" asked Perry. "Oh really, what am I? Canned sardines? I was the one who blasted it with my mind!" Phoebe stared in confusion. Perry was walking closer to her sister Prue with a strange smile. Piper who was closer heard Prue casting the spell to swap their bodies back to their original state. They stared at each other with a surprised look on each face. Then suddenly, an angry Perry lunged at Prue! But using her powers she sent a beer stein flying through he air and it crashed into Perry's head and down he went like a stone. Phoebe cried out and cradled the poor man in his arms with his head resting on her heaving breasts. Prue awkwardly retrieved her scattered clothing. "Phoebe, you can come back in a few moments to capture your man. I need to talk to Perry to make sure he keeps his mouth shut about what happened to night." "Good idea!" said Piper dragging the reluctant girl out. "Oh - you know each other?" gasped Phoebe. Piper and Prue looked at each other and beamed at their clairvoyant sister. "Better than you might think," said Piper with a smirk and she and Prue laughed. When the two sisters disappeared. Prue threw water on Perry. The man came awake sputtering. He stared up into her beautiful face. "Why didn't the spell work? Why didn't we change back?' 'Prue' smiled with smug female superiority. "Simple. Who is the witch now, and who is the investment banker?" 'Perry' looked horrified "You mean the magic remains in the body?" 'Prue' grinned. "That's just what I mean. Now I am Prue Halliwell. Witch extraordinaire! With your powers I will really clean up in Vegas - roulette wheel here I come! I will get revenge on those casino hoods that took my money last year and laughed! Besides, I find I really like being a sexy young witch with a great body AND MAGIC POWERS!! I find I like your body a lot better than mine!" "You just can't steal my body and my life and my powers!" "Just watch me! It's just another hostile takeover for an investment banker like me. Or rather, like the man I was. Besides, who did the original stealing? I'm the victim here, not you! Anyway, you won't be doing so bad! You are now rich and respected." "My powers won't do you any good. They can't be used for personal gain!" "Who says so?" "Well ? er..." "That's what I thought - you were too much a bimbo to test it. Well, I'm no bimbo, 'Perry'! Look, here's how things are going to be. I am going to cast a spell on you - so you can't tell anyone who you really were. You will have to pretend to be Perry, the investment banker with the dull life. I will be Prue Halliwell - defender of the innocent and incredibly successful gambler. God it will be great getting back at those bastards in Las Vegas who took me for millions in defaulted loans last year!" "But I don't want to be you!" Prue said, then hesitated, remembering the great sex as Perry and how talented Phoebe was. Also, no demon battling - it would make a nice change to live a peaceful life again. Besides the brand-new Mercedes would be his as well a great penthouse apartment with a couple of maids! And no whiny Piper! And a great big bathroom all to himself! He would have lots and lots of money. Also no periods, I wonder how the new MISS Halliwell will like those? I should hide the Midol before I go! "You can marry Phoebe! From what I hear, she's great in bed." added the new Prue, her feminine intuition told her the gullible male was wavering. Prue thought of the last few hours and got excited. A lifetime of such sex! WOW! He was hard just thinking about it! "Okay, ready or not!" The new Prue cast her spell and the new Perry knew he would have to pretend to be the original one, but that wasn't so bad, he felt, as he saw Pheebs run in and he felt her sexy caresses. "I hope my bitchy sister didn't hurt you!" she whispered. "Marry me and I'll take good care of you. We were meant to be together. No man has ever rung my chimes like you, Perry!" This new life might not be so bad after all thought the former Prue. "Okay. Phoebe, will you marry me? I'll buy you your own NEW Mercedes?" "Yes, yes!" Phoebe was delighted. Her sisters had never hooked a man to the altar - this would make her second - or was it her third or forth husband? 'Maybe this one will last!' she thought happily! Piper came in and congratulated the happy couple. They went back to the Halliwell Mansion and toasted Phoebe and Perry with Champagne. Later Piper watched Perry St. Clair's ass as he was dragged upstairs by her sister and sighed. "He's really cute! Phoebe is so lucky." The new Prue smiled and thought. 'If you think that is lucky, come with me when I go to Vegas!' She walked over and looked at herself in the mirror with immense satisfaction. She thought. 'I am drop dead gorgeous. I can have sex any time I want too - men will beg ME! No more getting shot down by women! Also I have the greatest kick ass super power. What a lucky girl I am!' "I am sure glad you and Perry are back in your own bodies! Things sure could have gotten really mixed up. But all's well that ends well." "Absolutely!" said her sister with a big smile. Still looking in the mirror with a big smile. 'Same old vain Prue!' thought her sister resignedly. Epilogue Of course neither Pheebs nor Piper ever guessed their bossy sister used to be Perry, and Phoebe's manly husband used to be Prue. The new Prue was even Maid of Honor at the wedding. Phoebe was afraid not to ask her. Prue was a real terror is she didn't get her way! Prue was very happy at the wedding as she had the most darling gown, she thought, very pleased. She smiled inside as she saw the former Prue now Perry St. Clair married to a very clinging Phoebe. Life was great! She was so sexy even the arch demon had come back horns in hand begging for her favors and forgiveness! She glanced around. Most of the guys couldn't take their eyes off her, she thought smugly. The new Perry convinced his obedient, sexy young wife to use her precog powers for them and soon grew incredibly rich on the stock market. Phoebe would do anything for her husband Perry! What a hunk! He was all man! The new Prue made millions and millions at Las Vegas and Atlantic City before being banned from the casinos. Some hit men tried to shoot her but ended up mysterious dying of self-inflected gun shot wounds - almost like the bullets were shot backwards! The casino's decided to write her off as a loss and leave her alone! The new Prue was so happy! It was such a rush to be so beautiful and young! Poor Piper was so envious of all the money she spent on clothes, and the all boyfriends she had. Piper was thinking. Being a man for awhile had really helped Prue. Now her sister really knew what made men tick! And Prue used to be so clueless with guys! The demons fell like ten pins - battling witches was bad enough, but when one of them used to be an investment banker - well the spawn of hell didn't have a chance. 'Prue' never dreamed life could hold such excitement - it beat hostile takeovers every which way! She and her brother in law Perry became fast friends and understood each other very well. They all lived happily ever after, except they never did cure Piper's postnasal drip. Not even magic can fix everything! The End