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Altered Fates: A Complicated Affair By Theunknownauthor Everything you are about to read is true! Every person, place or thing that is mentioned in this account is real, although I am changing the names and not giving any exact locations. I am doing this so that readers won't try to verify the validity of this story on their own. This isn't an easy story for me to tell, but I feel that I need to get it off my chest. For almost a year now I have been reading various accounts of the Medallion of Zulo on the Internet and have always thought them to be complete fiction. But after the events of the last week, I can now see that some of the stories must be true, for the medallion really does exist. I am a 31-year-old white male, six foot four, brown hair, hazel eyes, and I have been told I am pretty good looking. I've been working at a pretty good job for the last five years, making a good living and enjoying my life. I've had a few girlfriends off and on, but currently I am single, which is fine, I like the uncomplicated life. Now to explain what happened, I will first have to tell you about Lisa. She is a woman who works in the same building I do, but is not in my work group. Over the past couple of years we have become close friends. I've gone over to her and her husbands condo for new years eve, various football games and a weekly movie night, in which we watched a variety of b-movies, most of which I brought over. Recently I helped them move from their condo to their first house, and even watched after their cats while they were out of town for a week on vacation. Now lets go back six months ago. At work I take two daily walks with Lisa during our breaks. We walk around our building some four or five times in the morning and then again in the afternoon. Over the course of the past few years we have talked about a lot of things: people we dated, movies, sexual positions, cars, in fact pretty much everything. You name it and we talked about it at sometime. So the day came when I was telling her about a girlfriend of mine who had broken up with me, but had just called me out of the blue to tell me that she was going to be dropping off some books she had barrowed. In the course of the conversation, I told her that I knew the relationship was over, but I still wanted to sleep with her, no strings attached. (It's a long story, her husband had died in a car accident, and I meet her a short time afterwards and we just started having sex, but she had kids and felt guilty about being in love with another man, so she broke up with me.) Lisa was intrigued by how I had laid myself out on the line with my ex, and even though my ex wasn't interested, during the course of the next fifteen minutes, I found out that Lisa was. I was completely surprised and also very excited. I had always thought of Lisa as just a friend, although she is very attractive. She's 30 years old, about five foot four, with auburn hair that falls a few inches below her shoulders. She has brown eyes, a cute face, a fantastic smile and an amazing body. She has breast implants, which are somewhat obvious. She's told me that they're D's, which on her small frame are highly noticeable. Now the most amazing thing about her is that she doesn't know that she is a knockout. She was an ugly duckling growing up and doesn't see herself as attractive. Besides getting the boob job about three years ago, she's had braces and had her nose fixed, but she still can't see why guys are now drooling all over her. So she is very down to earth and easy going, but is a major looker who is not used to the attention she now receives. She got married really young, then got remarried right after her divorce, and then had all the plastic surgery. So she isn't used to all the attention men now give her. Looking back, I think she had dropped hints about us getting together, but I had never thought of her in that way. Now I was! I wanted her so badly and she wanted me. As we lengthen are laps around the building from five to ten times, we hinted about getting together after work back at my place, about having sex, about what fun a casual fling might be, and even when we went back to our desks, we were sending e- mails about "what are you doing after work" and "that we shouldn't do this, but?" and we did that until five o'clock, but through my own fear, moral responsibility, or whatever, we never said that we would do it for sure. I went home and hoped she would show up right after me, but the minutes pasted and before I knew it, it was seven o'clock and I knew she was at home. Her husband works for the same company, but in another building and works till seven o'clock. I was very disappointed. The next day when I talked to Lisa at work, she said it took all of her willpower not to come over the night before. I knew if I hadn't been holding back, for what ever reason, that we would have had an amazing sexual experience the night before. But the perfect moment had passed. We still talked about it, but she had a part time job after work that kept her busy for the rest of the week, and then things just started to get in the way. She told me how she had just been feeling horny, and that sometimes her husband wasn't enough, even though she loved him, she had gotten married to young, and had never had a chance to experience a wild sex life, and now since her surgeries she had guys flirting with her all the time. She just wanted to have a little fun. A month or so went by and we talked about meeting up again, but she was now always so busy. Her and her husband began looking for a house, and she was busy with her second job. One day we started talking about kissing, and she said she wondered if I was a good kisser, and I told her there was only one way to know for sure. That day after work I just started driving towards her house and called her on my cell phone. We talked until I had parked my car and was standing at her front door. I asked her is she'd mind if I came over, and when she said that would be OK, I knocked. She was surprised, excited and nervous. So was I. We just kind of looked at each other for a while, split a quick beer, and nervously began kissing. Then we became more passionate. I put my hands on her breasts, which is something I had wanted to do for so long and within moments she had taken off her shirt. Her breasts looked so amazing, but as I touched them I could feel that they weren't real. It was the first time I had ever felt up a girl with implants, and it was still great, but it was also a little different. She had told me during our walks that due to the surgery, and a second one to fix one of the implants, she had no sensation in one of her nipples, and only slight sensation in the other. I felt a little bad for her. My past girlfriends had gotten such erotic pleasure from their nipples being played with, and she had to sacrifice that for the implants. They still looked so amazing that I thought in some way it might have been a fair trade. We only got to fool around for about fifteen minutes before I had to leave. Her husband would be getting home soon, so we just made out and did a little inappropriate touching. That was all we ever did after that. Are schedules continued to conflict, and then over Halloween a surprising thing happened. At a costume party we all went to, a girl she knew took her into the bathroom and started making out with her, and after a few minutes they were having oral sex. Lisa had previously told me about her bi-tendencies and I learned all about her party adventure on our walk on Monday. It turned out that the girl, named Stephanie, wanted to have a three some with her and her husband. Lisa and her husband Jack were really into the idea, but it turned out that Stephanie was into drugs and not to reliable. She ended up getting back with her boyfriend and things never came to pass. Now this set other things into motion. Lisa had another friend Sharon. Who when Lisa had told her the story about Stephanie, Sharon was totally disgusted at first, but then kept asking her details and wanted to know everything that had happened. Sharon then started joking about the two of them getting together, and would bring it up all the time. A month later, Lisa and Jack are having a party their house, Sharon was there, and of course everyone was drunk. Lisa at one point was flirting with me a little, but Sharon kept pulling her into the bedroom. With all the information I have got from Lisa on our walks, I pretty much knew where that was going. On Monday I found out that Lisa, Sharon and Jack ended up having a three someone that night. Lisa said that it all worked out really well, and although it wouldn't be a regular thing, it would probably happen from time to time. (I hope your managing to follow all of this.) This brings us to a few weeks ago, Lisa and I are walking, she had told be that the three of them had gotten together over the weekend for the second. After giving me all the details of the evening, she then dropped a bombshell on me. Lisa told me that she'd been having an affair with Joe, her boss at her second job, and that she been having one for some time now. She was telling me now because she needed someone to talk to and I'm the only person she knows whom she could trust. To be honest, I was jealous, especially when I found out when she and Joe had first gotten together. It was about the same time we had talked about having an affair. I really didn't know what to say. I wasn't in love with her, I just really wanted her physically, so I still listened and heard the various details of her complicated love life. Later she let me know that she had told Joe that she had confided in me. It was his suggestion that she find someone to talk too. He was worried since she was getting a little too stressed out by the whole situation. He had hoped that she would tell a girlfriend, but he didn't mind me knowing, since she trusted me completely. And that was situation I was in when I happened upon the Medallion of Zulo. I stopped by the local thrift store on my way home from work. I was looking for a trench coat, but they didn't have any in my size, so I started just looking around the store. I looked at clothes, then furniture, then at the junk in the jewelry cases, when something caught my eye. It was a cheap look medallion with a figure on it holding a wand, it could have been an angel, but the wings made it look more like a fairy. Of course I remembered reading all the stories online, but they weren't real. It would be like finding a Morphic Adaptation Unit or walking in to a Spells R Us, but there it was, or at least something that looked just like the Medallion. So I carefully picked it up and took it to the register, making sure not to come in to contact with anything or anyone. I paid for it, two dollars, had the clerk put it into a bag and took it home. Now I honestly didn't think the thing would work. I know, like everyone else who reads the stories, that the medallion, if it did work, was practically cursed. It was like one of the items from that shop in Friday the 13th, the Series. It could magical transform you into another person, but somehow it would get lost and the user would be stuck in whatever body they were in at the time they lost it. Even with that on my mind, I still daydreamed about what it would be like to be turned into a different person. Maybe go out on the town, have some fun, but I didn't want to get stuck and that always seemed to happen in the stories. When I got home I couldn't help going online and looking up the stories about Altered Fates. I read the description of the medallion and it matched exactly. I wondered if it was just a coincidence or if someone had made a replica of it for some reason. There's no way it could be real, but what the hell, I thought as I looked around for something to try on it. I found a pair of shorts that my friend John had left when he had stayed the night a couple of weeks ago. He wasn't the best looking guy in the world, but I thought as a test it would be pretty good. I put the medallion over my head. I felt a little foolish as I touched the shorts to it. I didn't expect anything to really happen. I got the surprise of my life when I felt a slight electrically shock. I dropped the shorts and looked at myself. There's no way this could be real, but I hurried to the bathroom mirror. I saw that I had already started to change. My hairline had started to recede and I was starting to look fatter. I shrank a few inches and my features began to change. I was both fascinated and horrified as I watch the changes, and before I knew it, I looked exactly like John. My pants were now uncomfortably tight, so I took them off and put on John's shorts. This was too weird. I looked like one of my best friends from high school, but weirder than that was that I now knew the medallion really worked. I could be anyone I wanted to be! It was intoxicating! Like winning the lottery. It was like having a superpower, and I wanted to use it. I already knew that I would have to wait twelve hours before I could use it again, so I started thinking of whom I might want to turn into. I remembered I had an item of clothing from an ex-girlfriend of mine in the closet, which might be fun to try, or I could take a couple days and collect some clothes from various people. I also knew I could just buy some new clothes that no one had ever worn and see how they would alter me to make me fit them. I was experiencing an indescribable intoxicating high. I went to bed, and eventually fell asleep. I woke up early the next morning and used the medallion to change myself back to my true form. I had wanted to take the day off, but I went into work like normal. If I had called in sick again I would have lost my job. When I went on a walk with Lisa, I got to hear about how her and Joe were going to be meeting later that night at a motel. Jack was out of town taking a training class for work, but she was still going to a motel, since she didn't feel right about doing anything in there home. She told me she wouldn't be able to go on our second walk of the day as she was leaving early for a doctor's appointment. I had wanted to tell her about the medallion. I had shared so much with her, but it was too weird. The rest of the day was going pretty fast, it was Friday and I had the whole weekend to try out the medallion. It was almost three o'clock when my phone rang. It was Joe. He had tried to reach Lisa, but when she wasn't in, he asked to be transferred to me. He told me that he was being called out of town on business and how he has been trying to get a hold of Lisa, but hadn't been able to reach her. He wanted to let her know that he wouldn't be able to meet her at the motel tonight. I told him not to worry. I would find a way of getting a hold of her. He thanked me and told me I was a lifesaver. I felt like an idiot. I sat there for the next hour thinking about just showing up at the motel. Lisa might forget about Joe, at least for the evening, and we could finely have a fling. I got excited thinking about it. I almost convinced myself that she would, but there was a part of me thought between Joe, and her threesome with Jack and Sharon, she just had too much going on. She wouldn't be interested in doing anything with me. But I didn't have to be me, now did I. For my last hour of work I sat feverously thinking of a plan. I looked at the clock and saw that twelve hours would have passed by the time I was ready to make the next change. Lisa was meeting Joe at six o'clock, so what ever I did, I would have to do it fast. I needed something of Joes. Then I remembered and a plan came to me. At five I raced home, grabbed the medallion and put it in a zip lock bag. I changed my clothes, putting on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, grabbed the spare key I had to Lisa's house that they had given me when I was feeding their cats, and I raced back out the front door. When I got to Lisa's house I parked down the street and around the corner, which was just a short jog up to the front door. I knocked and rang the bell to make sure no one was home, then used my key to get inside. I quickly went to the bedroom and started searching where Lisa said she had hidden it. I found it right away. It was one of Joe's shirts that she had taken after they'd had sex for the first time. It was a faded blue shirt that said Hawaii and had some design on the front. I looked in the mirror and saw that I had habitually put on my favorite green shirt that I always wear. I took it off and tossed it on to the bed. I put the medallion on, touched Joe's shirt to it, and then pulled it on over my head. I felt the familiar shocking tingle go through my body when the shirt touched the medallion. Now I have to tell you that Lisa is a very good friend of mine, and that at that moment I felt more than a little guilt about all the trouble I was going through to deceive her, but for the past six months I had wanted her so badly that I just pushed those thoughts out of my head. If I'd more time to think about it, I probably wouldn't have done all this, but lusty thoughts of Lisa were clouding my judgment. I knew if I hadn't been so timid before, she might be meeting me at a motel in an hour instead of Joe. I never wanted a long-term affair with her. I just felt like I'd been cheated out of this amazing sexual experience and I couldn't take it anymore. But at this point, my decision had been made and I couldn't turn back now. I felt the change beginning and I rushed into the bathroom to watch. Joe was almost forty, short brown hair, brown eyes, about six foot tall, and a little on the overweight side. That's why I was wearing the sweats. I figured they would stretch enough to fit him. I couldn't see what Lisa saw in him. I guess it was his confidence, because she couldn't have been after him for his good looks. I watched in the mirror as I slowly began to shrink from my height of six foot four. It was eerie as I watched myself getting shorter. I guessed that I was about as tall as Joe, which was about six foot. I figured that the shrinking should stop at this point and that I would start to ballooning outward, adding some fifty pounds like Joe had, but instead I continued to shrink. I was thinking maybe I had misjudged his height, he might have been shorter than six foot, but then to my horror I noticed that my hair was growing longer and it was turning to an auburn color. Oh no, oh no, oh no, was all I could think as I realized that I wasn't turning into Joe, but instead that I was turning into Lisa. This couldn't be happening. I had asked Lisa when she had mentioned that she had taken one of his shirts, just out of curiosity at the time, if she had worn it. She had said no! So in my planning I figured that she never had put it on at all, but obviously she had. My hair rapidly grew out until it fell a few inches below my shoulders. My face was slowly shifting, becoming narrower, my cheekbones shifted upwards, and my lips started to change hue. Lisa had had her lips tattooed because she felt they were to pale, so now they had a permanent look of wearing a light colored lipstick. The color of my eyes shifted to a deep brown. I noticed that I stopped shrinking and knew I was now Lisa height of five foot four. I felt my hips starting to rearrange. It wasn't painful, but I could feel things changing, rearranging. I felt my insides shifting in place, and there was an odd pulling sensation in my groin. I didn't want to look, but I couldn't stop myself. I pulled the now baggy shirt off over my head and dropped it on the floor. I watched as my hips continued flaring outward and my butt became rounder. The sweats were now tight around my hips and I could see the outline of my manhood pressed against the material. I watched as my penis slowly shriveled and disappeared. My waist began to taper inwards and I noticed that my shoulders and arms had already changed to a feminine appearance. I looked at my chest and watched as it began to develop. My nipples darkened somewhat and I watched as I slowly started to develop breasts. From an A cup, they quickly puffed up and out, quickly they changed from a B cup to a C, and then they continued until they finally stopped at a full D cup. I slowly raised my new female hands to them and felt them. They were firm. So firm that I was sure that I could feel the implants underneath. They were just like Lisa's. I looked up into the mirror and felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was now Lisa. Honestly, I had planned to use the medallion to turn myself into a hot chic at some point, but this wasn't the time or the place. I began to panic. I had planned to meet up with Lisa at the motel as Joe dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, but that couldn't happen now because I was Lisa. I felt my heart beating madly. I start cursing and was shocked when I heard Lisa's voice coming out of my mouth. This brought on a dozen more obscenities, but I knew I couldn't panic. The first thing I did was to go back into the bedroom. My body felt so strange the way it moved. My hips had a slight swing to them, and having breasts was so unreal. I grabbed up the zip lock bag and put the medallion back in it. I went towards the closet, but then spun and headed towards Lisa's dresser. I pulled open the dresser and quickly found a bra and pair of underwear. All she seemed to have were g-strings, which was one thing I didn't know about her. I then found out another thing about I didn't know when I took my sweats off and was totally naked. She was completely clean-shaven. I stared for a moment at the void where my manhood had been, but I wasn't ready to deal with that so I instead focused on the bra and was wondering how I was going to put it on, when I heard the sound of automatic garage door opening. Fear gripped my chest as I carefully rushed down the hallway and peeked into the front room. Through the front window I saw a white truck pulling into the garage. That was Jack's truck! What the hell was he doing here? He was supposed to be away at classes and he shouldn't have been home until well after 7pm. I turned and ran down the hallway into the bedroom. Joe's shirt, my sweats and sandals were scattered about on the floor. I quickly fell to my knees and scrambled around stuffing them under the bed. Frantically I looked around the room for anything else that might show that I was there. My green shirt was lying on the bed. I grabbed it. I grabbed the bra and g-string too. I heard the connecting door from the garage to the house opening. I saw the baggy with the medallion and snatched it up. Looking around the room for a place to hide I thought about hiding in the bathroom or the closet, but I heard the sound of keys landing on the counter top in the kitchen and just dove behind the bed on the side furthest from the door. I shoved my shirt under bed and tried to squeeze under it my self, but my new firm breasts made that impossible, so I just froze in place and held my breath. My heart raced as I heard the sounds Jack was making in the kitchen. The opening and closing of the refrigerator, the sound of what must have been a beer opening, and then his footsteps coming down the hallway. At that point, I didn't move, I didn't breath. From my vantage point I could see his feet as he entered the bedroom, he paused a moment at the dresser, then sat down on the bed. I saw that he was taking off his shoes. I occurred to me later that I must have been on his side of the bed, because suddenly one of his shoes flew over the bed and flopped next to me with a thud that nearly made my heart stop. A few seconds later its mate came flying over and actually hit me in the side, which it took all my effort to suppress a gasp. Next his socks came off, then I saw his shirt drop to the floor, followed by the sound of pants being undone and then I watched as they dropped to the floor. A new thought suddenly hit me and I was terrified for another reason. Everything I had been thinking and doing up till that moment were the guilty thoughts and actions of a man who had wanted to have an affair with Jack's wife. My initial fear when I saw Jack pulling into the garage had been that he would find me and beat the crap out of me for wanting to sleep with his wife. But now I was, or at least appeared to be, his wife. If Jack found me right then he wouldn't see me as some asshole wanting to have sex with his wife, so I now realized I didn't have to worry about him beating the shit out of me. But then I also realized if he found me there now, naked as I was, he might end up wanting to fuck the shit out of me thinking that I was his wife. So now I was petrified. I saw his underwear fall to the ground, I felt my heart skip a few beats, and then I watched as his feet made their way into the bathroom and the door shut. Afraid even to breath, I lay there for what seemed like an eternity, until I finally heard the sound of a shower coming on. Cautiously I lifted my head up and saw that no one was in the room. I quickly slid on the g-string and fumbling with the bra, I managed to struggle my way into it. Frantically scanning the room I grabbed up a pair of blue jeans lying in the corner and pulled them on. I snatched up a top and started pulling it on. I realized it was this tight white top that Lisa always wore to work. As I pulled it on I could feel that it was made of some type of semi- stretchy material that fit the contours of my body like a glove. At work it would cling to Lisa's belly and breasts, which managed to create the effect of making her breasts look even larger. God I loved to see her in that shirt, and like most of her shirts, it was v-necked to show off a nice portion of her cleavage. I took a quick look down and saw that the top was having the same effect on my body. As panicked as I was of being discovered I paused for a moment and stared. I couldn't believe how large my breasts were. They were enormous. Snapping out of it I grabbed the zip lock bag with the medallion in it and slid it into the pocket of what I now realized were my very tight jeans. I turned to run out the door, but remembered my car keys. I flew back to the edge of the bed, grabbed my sweats and fished around for my keys. Along with finding my keys, I also found a twenty-dollar bill that I had forgotten I left in the sweats. I slid the keys and the twenty into my pocket. I rushed back to the underwear draw and found a pair of socks, which I hurriedly pulled on. I heard the sound of the water being turned off in the bathroom as I slipped on a pair of sneakers from the closet. I darted out of the room and nearly screamed when I caught sight of Lisa. I froze looking at her, but then realized I was staring at my own reflection in a mirror. It was uncanny. With in seconds I was opening the front door and stepping outside. I sprinted down the driveway and towards my car down the street, but abruptly stopped when heard the honk of a car horn from down the street. Looking up I saw a blue Toyota coming down the street driven by an attractive blond woman who was waving at me. I instantly recognized Sharon as she pulled up in front of me. Jack was probably out of the shower by now and would becoming out into the front room anytime now. If I were still standing in the front yard when he got out there, he would see me for sure. Sharon rolled down her window and was saying how she was just stopping by to see if I had any plans tonight. I thought fast and told her I was just going out for a walk and asked if she wanted to go to the mall or to see a movie. I was in the car and heading down the street before I knew what was happening. I remember catching sight of my car out of the corner of my eye as we passed the side street where I had parked it. When Lisa had first described Sharon to me, she said she was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, but I never found her as striking as Lisa had. She was attractive. She was about five foot eight, had blue eyes, long naturally frizzy/curly blond hair, a little more rounder, with a definite hour glass figure, with what I thought had to be a C cup. She seemed to have a little bit harder of an edge to her, and I never really saw why Lisa thought she was so hot. Maybe I was jealous of her. I don't think we really ever said more than ten sentences to each other, but now she was chattering away and I had to now stay on my toes to keep up with her. Sharon didn't want to go to the mall, but said she had a couple of videos back at her apartment that she hadn't watched yet, and suggested that we could make something there to eat. I didn't know what to do, I felt trapped, so I reluctantly agreed. I could tell something was up before we got to her front door. She seemed excited and hurriedly pulled out her keys. I felt so small standing next to her, before I was always a good eight inches taller than her, and now I was four inches shorter. As she opened the door, she asked me if I wanted glass of wine or something else to drink, she said she was sorry, but she had just smoked the last of her pot. I told her that I didn't want anything as she closed the door. The next thing I knew her lips were pressed against mine, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. The sudden force of her advance slammed my back up against the wall, knocking the wind out of my lungs. I tried to take a breath, her mouth was on top of mine, devouring my tongue. I tried to pull away, but she took it as an attempt to move towards the couch, which she immediately started leading me towards. My field of vision started to darken around the edges, and I felt that I was about to blackout, when I was able to grab a quick breath. I know felt he hands exploring my body, as she leaned me back against the couch and I felt her momentum pushing me backwards. She fell with me, but managed to land next to me, her hands immediately started pulling at the button of my jeans. Still fighting for a decent breath of air, I felt as my pants were unbuttoned and the zipper slid down. I felt as her hand made it's way down the front of my pants, beneath my underwear, and I felt her fingers pressing against my womanhood. All I could do was manage a gasp as I felt myself yielding to the pressure of her touch, and I felt her finger moving with in me. Something came over me and I was now no longer reluctant to kiss her back as I felt my body coming alive. My hands started moving across her body and she moaned with pleasure as I touched her breasts. She rapidly moved her finger inside me and with in a minute a wave of pleasure washed over me, causing me to shriek uncontrollably. This aroused her further and I had my hand down her pants in no time. With in minutes we were moving to the bedroom, tearing off each other's clothes as we went. There we began to stimulate each other in other ways. We kept this up for more than an hour until we finally collapsed, sweaty in each other's arms. We lay there quietly holding each other for some time, feeling so peaceful, that I finally drifted off to sleep. I opened my eyes and panicked. I didn't know where I was, and all I could think of was the strange dream I had just had, when I felt someone next to me move. I slowly slid my hand up to my chest and found that I indeed had breasts. I realized that it wasn't a dream. It was now dark, but I could see in the dim light that Sharon was watching me, smiling. She kissed me asked if I wanted to stay the night, now that it was so late. She told me that she could take me home if I wanted, but she wanted me to stay. I realized what home she would have taken me to and told her I wanted to spend the night. She said that she had to go in to work in the morning, but if I got up early she could take me home. I told her that if she didn't mind I would just sleep in and walk home. She agreed, kissed me, and we again fell asleep in each other's arms. I woke up the next morning and Sharon was gone. She had left a note saying how cute I looked in my sleep. For the first time since I made the change I was able to relax. I didn't feel like I had to be on guard. So I laid there on my back and just stared up at the ceiling, thinking about how I just had a night of great sex. I knew that I had missed a great opportunity to have sex with Lisa last night, but I hadn't done to badly. I instead I got to have some amazing sex as Lisa. This whole experience had been weird, but now I had to start thinking about changing back to myself. Suddenly I thought of the medallion, sprang out of bed and ran in to the living room completely naked. I grabbed my pants up off the floor, feeling the pockets for the medallion. It was gone. I started frantically searching the house. I went through both Sharon's and my clothes, but found nothing. Lying on the floor, I reached my hand under the couch and fished around. I felt my breasts pressed firmly against the carpet as I reached back as far as I could under the couch. I sat up and looked around. I pulled the cushions off of the couch and threw them haphazardly behind me. As I pulled the last cushion off, I saw a plastic zip lock bag lying there, with a bronze medallion inside. I grabbed the bag and hugged it to my chest. I took a quick shower, straighten up the mess and decided to head home. That moment where I had thought I had lost the medallion had taught me everything I needed to know. The stories on the Internet always had someone losing the medallion at some point, and they would be stuck as whomever they had changed into forever. I had a 60 second taste of what that was like, and I was ready to just be myself again. This was fun, but way to dangerous. As I finished straightening up the living room, I found Sharon's discarded panties from the night before. I slid them in my pants pocket to keep them as a souvenir of the wild night I had just had. I again dressed in Lisa's tight white top and blue jeans, and as I was leaving I checked three times to make sure I still had the medallion. Walking home was no picnic. Sharon lived on the other side of town, and walking was no fun, but I counted myself lucky for wearing tennis shoes and not ending up in high heels. I stopped on the way home at McDonalds and my twenty-dollar bill, was turned into fifteen and change. I wouldn't have minded the long walk home, except that I had to walk by a high school during the football teams Saturday practice, and received a barrage of catcalls from teenage boys as I walked by. I thought the worst part was over, but then a guy in a sports car stopped and offered to give me a ride. I declined. While I was walking I was always conscious of the possibility that I might run into someone else that might know Lisa. Or even Lisa herself, but I figured the odds were pretty slim that Lisa or Jack would be driving by my place, but what if someone she knew happened to see and stopped. I had this vision of Joe showing up. I would have to deal with him coming onto me, trying to get into my pants, but I knew he was out of town for the day. I just wanted to get home, turn back into myself and relax. I began thinking that maybe I could still use the medallion. I thought maybe I just ran into a bad break, and if I was more careful, I could still have some fantastic adventures. That's when I saw the first fire truck. I didn't think too much about it, but I was close to my condo now, and I noticed the smoke up ahead of me. I thought it had to be impossible, but I hurried on my way until I was sure, my place was a blaze. My unit was engulfed in flames, and all I could do was watch. I don't know how much time passed as I watched streams of water spraying the burning building, and eventually the fire was extinguished. I managed to talk to one of the firemen, asking when I would be able to get back into my place. I was so distressed I didn't even try to think of a cover story. He told me that it would be at least a few days. The damage was so extensive that everything I own was probably destroyed, but he could get me in contact with someone at the Red Cross who could he me get a temporary place to stay. I told that I had a friend I could stay with and left. I walked away from the remains of my condo not knowing what to do next. I had to get an item of my clothing so that I could change back, but now everything I owned was destroyed. Then I remembered in my car I had a gym bag with a shirt and a pair of shorts in it. I started walking towards Lisa's house, again having to deal with the catcalls from cars passing by me. Now that I was by their house, I was afraid that Lisa and Jack might be out driving around and would see me. I scanned for their cars, but luckily never saw them. I walked down the street where my car was parked, and let out a frustrated scream when I saw that it was gone. Tears of frustration welled in my eyes as I approached the spot where I had left my car the night before. There was a pile of shattered glass that pretty much spelled out what had happened. My condo had burned down and my car had been stolen, this couldn't be a coincidence. I didn't know where to turn. Then I remembered my t-shirt, my lucky green t-shirt that I had worn in to Lisa's house and had taken off before I started to change. What had I done with it? I thought for a moment and remembered that I stuffed it under the bed. I headed down the street a little ways toward Lisa's house, but saw the garage door open and that both her and Jack's cars were there. I knew from Lisa that they didn't have any plans for the weekend, and from previous experiences, I knew that they might be at home the whole weekend. I couldn't walk in as Lisa now, and I couldn't wait until Monday with just fifteen dollars to my name. I knew I had to do something desperate. So there I was, back at the thrift store where I had first found the medallion. It was about a mile away from Lisa's house and I was starting to feel sore from all the walking. Lisa worked out regularly, but all that walking really started to wear me down, and the minor breakfast I had was wearing pretty thin. I could hear my stomach growl as I started going through the clothes rack looking for something in my price range. After looking around and guessing at the sizes, I managed to come up with a pair of sneakers, a black sports bra, and a pink jogging outfit. I wasn't thrilled with what I found, but I could afford it. Fourteen dollars and eighty-seven cents later I was out the door. I headed back towards Lisa's house, making a small detour in to a Denny's to use the bathroom. I went into the handicapped stall, locked the door and unpacked the bag of clothes I had just bought. Next I undressed, slipped the medallion out of its bag and put in on. I fished around in my pants and found Sharon's panties and reluctantly pressed them to the medallion. I felt a minor electrical shock. I slid the panties on. They hung on my hips loosely. I started growing taller and I could see that my hair was beginning to change from a straight auburn to a frizzy/curly blond. My breasts slowly shrank from a D down to a C cup, and my hips widened to the point where the panties now fit perfectly. After the change was complete, I took the medallion off and put it back in the plastic bag. I struggled with the sports bra on as I pulled it on. I wasn't sure if it was too small, or if it was supposed to feel that tight, but it showed off some serious cleavage. I dressed my self in the sweats, which fit snuggly, but looked all right. The shoes were a little big, but manageable. I gathered up Lisa's clothes and put them in the bag. I put the baggy with the medallion in the pocket of my sweats pants and zipped it closed. The zipper pocket had been the deciding factor of why I had finally decided on the pink sweats over some of the other jogging outfits in the store. I wanted the medallion to be secure. I stepped out of the stall and looked at myself in the mirror. I have to explain something to those of you who haven't ever used the medallion. It is very disorienting the first time you see yourself after you have changed. Looking a the mirror after a change, it's like looking at another person who is mimicking you perfectly, or at least that is how your brain interprets what it is seeing. It takes your mind a little time to actually believe that what it is seeing is now your body, and accept that this reflection is now yours. Sharon's reflection now looked back at me from the mirror. I still thought that Lisa was prettier, but after last night, I had learned to appreciate Sharon body. I put a hand up to my new breast and gave it a squeeze. The sensation was completely different from Lisa's surgical altered larger breast. The night before Sharon had gone craze when I had played with her nipples, and now I could tell why. They were so incredibly sensitive. Lisa's had indeed lost a lot of sensitivity after her surgery, although she now looked incredible, it had come at a high price. I turned around and looked at my butt, the sweats clung tightly to it, and I couldn't help but think I had a really nice ass. I left Denny's and started back towards Lisa's. I didn't know what to do with Lisa's clothes, so I stashed them behind some bushes and started to jog towards her house. Jogging was so strange. The swaying of my hips, the bouncing of my breasts, and the movement of my long hair, it was all very distracting. I had to slow to a walk, to try to adjust to the new different sensations I was feeling, so by the time I reached Lisa's house it was just starting to get dark outside. Through the front window I could see the figure of Lisa and Jack at the couch watching TV. I felt my hands starting to get clammy and my heart start beating rapidly as I walked up to the front door. I lifted my hand up to knock, but felt a greater anxiety than I had ever felt in my life. I was more nervous than the first time I had asked a girl out, more than my first kiss, more than the first time I had sex. I paused for a second, held my breath, and then knocked on the door. I heard Lisa voice ask who it was, and had to stop myself from saying my real name out of habit. I called out to her that it was Sharon. The door opened and I could tell by the look on her face that Lisa was thrilled to see me. She invited me in, but gave me a funny look and asked me why I was wearing pink sweats. I told her that these had been a gift, and I didn't ever wear them, but I had wanted to work out and this was all I had that was clean. She gave me a bit of a hard time, but bought it. Jack came over and gave me a big, overly long hug. He was about six foot two, blue eyes, in ok shape and he had a shaved head. The hug was becoming unbearable when he finally turned, stepped into the kitchen, and returned with a martini. Looking at the coffee table in front of the TV I saw two martini glass. I took a sip and asked if they had anything I could snack on. I was starving at this point. Jack said he would be glad to make something for me and went off into the kitchen. Lisa and I sat down on the couch and talked. It was so strange to sit next to her after just having been her an hour ago. I don't think the human psyche is really designed to handle the surreal perspective changes that I had been going through over the last few days. I took a large gulp from my martini and just managed to swallow it before I began a coughing fit. Lisa patted my back and asked if I was OK. I excused myself to use the bathroom, feeling my head spin a little. I by passed the hallway bathroom and headed straight for the bedroom. I stepped into the bathroom, turned squatting to my knees and looked to see if I could see my clothes under the bed. I saw them! I started towards them when I heard Lisa coming down the hallway, so I stepped back into the bathroom and closed the door. I heard Lisa's voice on the other side of the door asking me to let her in. I opened the door and she was holding two full martini glasses. She handed me one and told me that Jack was going all out making dinner. I could hear the sounds of pots and pans being shuffled around in the kitchen. Lisa gave me a smile and we clinked our glasses together. With food on the way, I decided to throw caution to the wind and I took a big drink. Lisa's and I chatted for a minute or two, and in no time were giggling like schoolgirls Lisa gave me a knowing wink and reached over to the bathroom vanity mirror. She opened it and pulled out a little box. Setting it down, she reached under the sink and pulled out a bong. With in a minute she was taking a hit. Now I have to tell you I have never done any type of drugs in my life. OK, technically alcohol is a drug, but that's it. I had never smoked marijuana. She offered the bong to me and I froze. I knew that there was no way that Sharon would refuse, but at this point in my life, I kind of prided myself on never having done any type of drug and didn't want to start now. I declined nicely, told her I just wanted to drink tonight and took a drink. She gave me an odd look, then smiled at me coyly. She took a hit from the bong, stepped over to me, looked up into my eyes smiling and blew smoke into my face. I coughed and told her playfully to quit it. She again took another hit, looked up at me, blew smoke into my face and giggled. I don't know if it was her giggling at me, or that I was starting to feel the martini kicking in, but I decided to show her. I went over to the bong, doing my best not burn my fingernails, took a hit off it, trying to catch it all the smoke my mouth without inhaling. I went to blow it all in her face when she reached a hand up a grabbed my left breast and squeezed it. In shock I inhaled and instantly started coughing. Lisa laughed at my coughing fit and by the time I stopped coughing, tears were rolling down both of our faces, hers from laughter and mine from near asphyxiation. I was feeling really lightheaded and buzzed. Lisa handed me my martini and I thoughtlessly took another drink and realized that the glass was now empty. Lisa said she would go get me another, but I held her arm. She was so beautiful, and even with the heavy aroma of marijuana, I could still smell her, and she smelled fantastic. I leaned forward and our lips meet. Her body pressed up against mine and I think I moaned when our tongues touched. I moved my hands to her head and held it as I kissed her. I could feel her hands on my waist. I felt as she slowly moved them down to my hips and pulled me towards her. Slowly her hands move to my ass, squeezing it. As she did that, I slid my hands down to her breasts. I was getting off on getting to play with them again. She reached her hands up to my breasts and I gasped as she squeezed them. I broke from our kiss and she looked up at me longingly, still foundling my breasts. I had wanted her for so long, and any part of my brain that might have wanted to stop remained silent. She led me by the hand back into the bedroom, turned the light off and pushed the door partially closed. We continued to passionately kiss as I maneuvered her over to the bed. We giggled and I reached for her top and started pulling it up over her head, while she reached up and unzipped the jacket of my sweats. With in a few moments we had removed our bras and were again kissing. Holding her tightly, we both fell back on the bed with a thud. We lay side by side as we continued to kiss. The feeling of our naked breasts pressing together was so amazing. I was so utterly caught up in the moment that I didn't hear when Jack came into the room. I was intently kissing Lisa, when felt a pair of cold hands upon my breasts and felt someone scoot up behind me. I felt very dizzy and the room started to spin. I broke my kiss from Lisa and turned to see who was behind me. Before I knew what was happening a pair of lips against mine and a tongue was thrusting its way into my mouth. Instinctually I returned the lusty kiss and was unaware that I was no longer kissing Lisa. My partner I was now kissing was amazing. I couldn't believe how turned on I was getting, so when I reached up to feel Lisa's breasts, I was shocked when I realized that I was now kissing Jack. I broke away surprised, turned and saw that Lisa who was now completely naked. She climbed over and straddled me. She leaned down and kissed me. As we kissed I could feel both Jack and Lisa's hands on my breasts. I started to moan uncontrollably. Lisa moved off of me and I felt a hand sliding down the front of my pants. I shrieked as I felt the first contact with my womanhood. I pulled Lisa down so that I could suck on her breasts. I still felt the intense sensations of someone touching me and suddenly I felt a finger slide inside me. I reached out and slid my finger into Lisa. She moaned with pleasure and I noticed that she was now kissing Jack. I looked down and saw that it was Jack who had his finger inside me. A part of me wanted to stop this, but all I could do was pant and moan. He leaned down and started kissing me, withdrawing his finger as he did so. I pulled his mouth tightly against mine. He smelt so good and I felt so turned on, that I didn't care when I felt Lisa pulling my pants and underwear off. I think I remember her removing my socks just before her tongue started moving up the inside of my leg. I let out an orgasmic scream as her tongue made contact and I continued to writhe in pleasure as she manipulated me with her tongue. I lay their awe for a moment. Lisa slowly moved up and began kissing me. I rolled on top of her and slowly move down to her breasts, sucking and kissing them. I continued down and returned the oral favor. She was moaning passionately. As she fell silent and I moved forward and began to kiss her. As we kissed, I felt a pair of hands on my hips slowly pulling them upwards. In an alcohol daze I pulled my knees under me so that my butt was now sticking up in the air. I felt Lisa's hands on my breasts and another hand move from my neck caressing its way down until it reached the small of my back. Reflexively I arched my back. I suddenly felt a strange pressing sensation against my womanhood. I gasped! Pulling back from Lisa I felt myself yielding to the pressure of something pressing against my womanhood and entering me. I moaned in ecstasy. I felt something moving with in me. I looked down at Lisa who looked up at me lustfully. Her hands were still fondling my breasts. I looked over and saw what was happening in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. I could see Jack behind me madly thrusting his manhood into me. It was like a nightmare, but it felt so good. I had to make him stop, but before I could do a thing a massive orgasm flashed though my body and I let out an orgasmic scream. As I did I heard Jack let out a loud moan as he continued to thrust himself deeper and deeper inside me. He suddenly stiffened and shook for a moment. Slowly he pulled himself out of me and we both collapsed on to the bed exhausted. Lisa snuggled up to me and I started to drift off to a hazy sleep lying between Jack and Lisa. As I drifted off to sleep I felt something wet running down the inside of my leg. I woke up to the strangest sensation! A hand was cupping and slightly foundling my left breast. The first thought I remember coming to my mind was who foundling my breast, followed shortly thereafter by the thought of why did I have breasts. I was a man and men didn't have breasts, but then my thoughts started to clear and I started remembering. I lay in the darkness unmoving for a few minutes piecing together the events of the night before. I still felt slightly buzzed. I felt a sickening feeling in my stomach as I started to recall the previous night. I felt what was obviously Lisa's body in front of me and realized that Jack was unconsciously fondling my breast in his sleep. I slowly slid out from under his arm and quietly made my way out of bed. Groping around in the dark and I was able to find my sweats, but I gave up on the sports bra. I got dressed. I made my way to the side of the bed and found my original clothes were I had hidden them. I carefully slid them out and made my way in to the living room, grabbing my shoes on the way. I looked up at the clock, and saw that it was five in the morning. I found a bag to put my clothes in it. I saw a ten ten-dollar bill off the counter and took it. I figured I earned it and might need some money. I then went out the front door into the freezing night air and headed down the street. I walked for a few blocks until I got to the nearby Denny's. As I walked in the entrance a couple of truckers starred at the erect nipples that were pressed tightly up against my overly tight sweats jacket. One of them flashed me a toothy grin. I turned and immediately stepped into the ladies room. I was shocked by my appearance in the mirror. My hair was a complete mess. I looked liked I had been ridden hard and put away wet, which I guess I had. I managed to suppress a wave of nausea as I thought about what I had done the night before. I stepped into a stall and placed the medallion over my head. I hurriedly touched my green t-shirt to it and waited for the shock. I didn't feel anything. I touched it again. Nothing! I furiously rubbed the shirt against the medallion but nothing happened. My hands suddenly darted to my stomach and I barley managed to suppress a scream. I was pregnant! That was the only answer. Jack had knocked me up. The realizations then hit me that I was going to be a mother and the next thing I knew I was over the toilet throwing up. This couldn't be happening to me. I wouldn't let it! I would get rid of it before I would carry a child to term. It was the only choice I had. How could I be pregnant already? I thought it took a day or more, and it had only been a few hours, but I couldn't be sure how long it took. I never paid much attention to that in health class. I was frantically trying to remember every thing I could from high school biology, when I slapped my palm to my forehead, realizing that it hadn't been twelve hours yet. The sunset at 7pm, which was around the time I changed, and it was probably 5:30am. I had to wait an hour and a half and then I could change back. I would have sat in the stall waiting the entire time, but I was so hungry. Jack hadn't finished dinner he was making me and all I had yesterday was a McDonald's value meal. I was starving. After straightening myself up in the mirror a little. I put the medallion back in the zip lock bag in my pocket and collected up my clothes. I left the ladies room and was seated. After ordering I started thinking about everything that had happened to me over the last forty- eight hours. I had accidentally changed into Lisa, my condo had burned down, my car had been stolen and I had been fucked. The stories from the Internet had said how the medallion was cursed and now I knew it was true. The stories always would end with the person loosing or having the medallion taken from them. I clutched it tightly. I was afraid someone was going burst in through the front doors and would take it from me at gunpoint. I would be stuck as Sharon for the rest of my life. What would I do if that happened? I would have to move away, probably end up as a stripper somewhere, and eventually have two or three kids. I wasn't going to let that happen. My meal arrived and I devoured it. I sat for a long time watching the clock and when it hit seven o'clock I went back into the ladies room. I slipped the medallion over my head, but the thought hit me that maybe I was pregnant and wouldn't be able to change, or what if Lisa or some else had put on my shirt, but I had to take my chance. I held my breath as I touched my lucky green t-shirt to the medallion and felt an electric shock. I exhaled in relief. I felt my body beginning to change. My hair was getting shorter and I felt myself beginning to grow. I sat for the next half hour feeling Sharon's body fading away and my own body returning. When the change was complete I quickly dressed in my own clothes and left Denny's. I dropped the bag with the pink sweats in the trash outside the front door. I started towards the police station to make a report about my stolen car, and figured I would contact the insurance company about my condo. I had lost nearly everything, but I had kept my identity. I held the medallion in my hand as I walked, and even with everything I had lost, I still wanted to use it. I felt some deep lying desire to keep it and use it again another day, when I could control it better. As I continued to walk I tossed it to the side of the road and only glanced back at it once. Prolog That all happened last week! The police recovered my car; everything inside it, including my gym bag had been taken. The fire at my condo was blamed on faulty wiring and I my insurance will be covering the damages. I needed a place to stay until my condo can be rebuilt so Lisa had offered to let me stay with her and Jack. I declined. I am now staying with another friend from work and am using his computer to type this. Even now with everything that's happened I want to go back to where I dropped the medallion and see if it's still there, but I mustn't let myself do that. I hope this gives warning to any one else who finds the medallion. If anyone wants any of the details clarified or has a story they want to share, put a note under comments, and if you want me to, I will contact you via e-mail. I hope you found my experience enlightening to the dangers of using the medallion.