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(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Once again, Morpheus created the Reversal Rings universe and I appreciate any opportunity to expand upon it. This is a sequel to my story "Reversal Rings: One Hour." If you have not read the original, you may feel lost a time or two. Again, I make no claims at being a world-class author. This was just for fun. I wanted to take the concept of casual swapping to the next level. This will be the last story involving these characters for a while. I know I promised a trilogy and I will eventually bring them back. I just want to explore other storylines before deciding how to end this one. Enjoy!) Reversal Rings: One Night by: Ipkiss We'd been on the phone almost three hours now and she wasn't budging. "No, seriously, what did you do?" I asked again. I'd been trying to get my sister-in-law Becky to fill me in on what she'd done in my body earlier that day. I'd already spilled my guts about everything I'd done in hers (even the whole glass-kissing thing). "Oh," she teased, "a little bit of this, a little bit of that." "I give up." I sighed. Holding the receiver to my ear with my shoulder, I began pouring another cup of coffee and glanced at the clock. 12:30 am. Of course. "Good boy." she stated. I couldn't help smiling. Struggling, I moved the receiver to my left ear while I put down the pot. Without warning, the phone fell from my shoulder and clattered loudly against the kitchen floor. My cup followed, exploding upon impact. Hot coffee scorched my bare feet. "Shit!" I hissed, backing away from the shattered glass. "Bryan, are you OK?" came my wife Jennifer's voice from the bedroom. "Yeah, babe!" I called. "Broke a glass! Everything's alright!" I could hear Becky's voice coming from the phone. "Bryan? Bryan are you there?" Being sure not to cut my feet, I carefully bent over and retrieved the phone receiver. "Becky, yeah I'm here." I stated, extremely annoyed. "That sounded harsh." she giggled, "I hate talking on these things, don't you?" "We should really find the time to talk in person." I sighed. Then, realizing what I'd just said, I added "I mean ACTUALLY in person. You and me. Bryan and Becky. AS Bryan and Becky." I sat on the counter so my feet dangled above the floor. "Whatever do you mean?" Becky teased. "Actually, it would be pretty cool if we could get you over here for our late- night pow-wows. Or if I could come over there. It'd sure beat the hell out of this phone shit." "Becky, we're not using the rings just to have an in-person phone conversation." I rolled my eyes. "Besides, who would we swap with? I'm not ready to tell Jennifer about all this. Melissa's at home with her husband. That only leaves Bethany and I really do NOT want to explore that possibility." Bethany was Becky's four-year-old daughter. She'd used the rings to swap with her on more than one occasion. "Hey, it's a kick being so young again." she said. "Sure, your bladder is the size of a peanut and you can't drink beer or smoke, but it's something. I'd tell you to try it tonight, but she needs the sleep." "So do I." I yawned, glancing at the clock again. "I'll talk to you later, Bec." "'Night, Bry." she said and we hung up. Jennifer came into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes and yawning. "Oh, boy." she smiled at my mess. "You're lucky you weren't killed." She bent to help me pick up the glass. "You know," she yawned, "I'd like to talk with my sister once in a while. I'm gonna call her tomorrow. And we should really go visit soon. We haven't seen her in ages." I smiled inwardly at that. I'd just "seen" Becky about eight hours ago. "When you talk to her, see if she wants to come visit us." I said. "We have more room here anyway." "You know, that's a good idea. See if she wants to get away from the big city for a day." replied Jennifer. After we'd cleaned up, we made our way to the bedroom. Before turning out my bedside lamp, I removed the Reversal Ring from my pocket. I played over the day's events in my head. If I thought hard enough, I could still feel the sensations of being inside Becky's body. Residual body image, I guess. Sighing, I tucked the ring away into my nightstand drawer and turned out the light. TWO DAYS LATER "Bryan, pick up your clothes!" demanded Jennifer. "They'll be here any minute!" I hurriedly tossed the garbage I'd been holding into the can and picked my pants off the floor. "Geez, Jen." I laughed. "It's not like Becky's never seen this place a mess before." "Bryan, please?" she stated. I knew that tone. I dropped my head and made my way toward the hamper in the hall. As I dropped my pants on top of the dirty laundry, the doorbell rang. "They're here!" cheered Jennifer. I walked into the living room as she opened the door. Becky, Bethany, and Melissa all greeted her (hugs all around). I stared thoughtfully at Becky. I hadn't seen her from the OUTSIDE in a long time. It was hard to imagine that I had been looking out of those eyes just two short days ago. "Hey, guys." I smiled. Bethany ran up to me and gave me a monstrous hug. "Bryan!" she lisped. Then she smiled up at me. "Where's your guitar?" "It's here." I laughed. "I'll play for you a little later, OK?" "YAY!" she cheered, clapping her hands. "There he is." smiled Becky. She gave me a hug and whispered, "Shame. We didn't have to use this after all." She pulled back and held up her hand. I shook my head when I saw what she was holding. The Reversal Ring. She'd actually brought the damned thing! "Becky, we're not..." I started. "Shhh." she cut me off. "It's just in case." In one smooth motion, the ring was back in her pocket. She winked at me, then turned back to Jennifer. "So where are you keeping us tonight?" "The spare rooms in the basement." replied Jennifer. "Come on, I'll help you settle in." The women gathered the suitcases and started for the basement stairs. As they were walking away, Melissa caught my attention. She was smiling at me. I smiled back. Then, before turning away, she also threw me a quick wink. LATER THAT NIGHT: We were all sitting around the fireplace, laughing about some memory or another. I sat on the loveseat with my guitar. Jennifer was on the sofa while Becky and Melissa sat on the floor in front of the fire. Bethany was sleeping in the spare bedroom. I lazily strummed my guitar, trying to think of another song to play. "It's getting late." yawned Jennifer. "I might have to leave you all for the Sandman." "Nooo." whined Melissa. "Stay sis." pleaded Becky. "Wish I could." Jennifer yawned again. "Tell you what. I'll stay for one more song." "Deal." I said. "What do you all want to hear?" "Oooh, do you know 'Summer of 69'?" asked Becky. "Yeah," I sighed. "But I can't sing it. My voice isn't high enough." Jennifer 'ahh-ed' sarcastically and ruffled my hair. I smiled. "You've said that about a lot of songs tonight." said Melissa. "Well, I can play it if one of you can sing it." I offered. The reaction was immediate. A cringing, drawing back motion from all three ladies. "You do not want to hear me squeaking." laughed Becky. This seemed to set off a lightbulb in Melissa's brain. She quickly sat up and grabbed Becky's leg, shaking it. "I've got an idea." she sang. She and Becky both smiled at me. It didn't take a genius to figure those two out. I was actually wondering how long it'd take them to bring it up. They wanted me to swap with one of them and sing the damned song! "No way." I frowned, glancing at Jennifer. She looked from me to Becky to Melissa. She had no idea what was going on. "What?" she asked. "Well.." Becky started. "NOTHING." I cut in. "Let's just think of something else I can actually sing." "No, no." smiled Jennifer, sensing a secret. "What?" I started to protest again. She clapped her hand over my mouth and raised her eyebrows toward Becky. "Bryan, go get the ring." said Becky. Jennifer looked at me and removed her hand. "What ring?" she asked. "She'll never believe us unless she sees it." smiled Melissa. They were all looking at me. It was too late to explain myself out of this one. I supposed it was time Jennifer was let in on the whole thing anyway. I just prayed she wouldn't freak out. "OK." I stated, getting up. "You may as well tell her everything." "Will do." beamed Becky, pulling her ring out of her pocket and excitedly showing it to Jennifer. I could hear them talking as I made my way toward the bedroom. It wouldn't be so bad, I thought. Hell, it may even be fun. There were a lot of possibilities now that both the rings were under the same roof. I just found myself wishing there was another male in the mix. It was going to be embarrassing to be female in front of Jennifer. I'd barely been able to handle it in front of Melissa. With a forced sigh, I retrieved the ring and shuffled back down the hallway. "Let me see that!" yelled Jennifer as soon as I entered the room. She bounded over to me and I held up the ring. "It looks just like Becky's!" "What about the Sandman?" I asked, trying to stall. "Oh, he won't mind if I'm a little late." joked Jennifer. "Did you tell her?" I asked Melissa. They both nodded. "Oh, cut it out! I'm not falling for it." Jennifer smiled and punched me in the arm. I looked at Becky and held my ring up. She did the same. I sat down on the loveseat and looked at the ring again. "Jennifer, this is for real." I told her. "Riiight." she sarcastically nodded her head. "Yesterday you turned into my sister for an hour. Meanwhile I was trolling around as George Clooney." "Watch." I gestured for Becky to put on the ring. She did. I closed my eyes and held my breath as I slid my ring onto my index finger. Weightlessness. I took a deep breath and felt an all-too-familiar blockage in my throat. My mouth tasted like smoke. I opened my eyes and found myself sitting beside Melissa on the floor next to the fire. Shifting my weight, I knew I was in Becky's body. Again. I looked down at myself. Becky was wearing a white tank top with a brown suede jacket and tight jeans. I could see and feel my nipples through the fabric of the shirt. Shouldn't the bra have been taming those at least a little? Hmm. Interesting, I thought, I don't feel any straps. I ran my fingers along my shoulders and made a face toward my old body. "No bra, Becky? Geez." I blushed slightly and shook my head, causing blonde hair to fall across my face.. "Dammit." I muttered, pushing it back into place. It still felt weird feeling her voice coming from my throat. I closed her jacket over her breasts, brushing them in the process. Had Jennifer seen that? My face turned bright red. "Hey, I brought one. I took it off to get comfy!" defended Becky from my body. The shock of seeing someone else manipulating your body is immediate and intense. The mannerisms and inflections were way off. It was my body, but everything else was all Becky. Definitely disconcerting. She shifted her weight and leaned back onto the loveseat, resting her hands behind her head. See? All Becky. Jennifer watched all of this with a skeptical grin. "Ha ha." she offered sarcastically. "THAT'S supposed to prove it to me? Oh, I'm convinced." she rolled her eyes and ruffled Becky's hair. "It's true, sis. It's me in here." Becky smiled. How could Jennifer not see that was Becky? It was so obvious! "Oh, dear me!" Jennifer feigned drama, putting the back of her hand to her forehead. "I'm married to my own sister!" "Babe, she's telling the truth." I muttered. Jennifer looked at me and saw Becky's face. I was suddenly very uncomfortable with this idea. "Babe?" laughed Jennifer. "Nice touch, Bec." We should have known our swap alone wouldn't convince her. I sighed, took the ring off my slender finger and handed it to Melissa. Becky saw this and slipped hers off as well. Without a word, Melissa grinned mischievously and put the ring on. Becky took Jennifer's hand and slid the rainbow-colored piece of jewelry in place. Jennifer's body swayed a bit so Becky had to hold her steady. I did the same with Melissa's. "That was weir..." stated Jennifer from Melissa's body. "Wait." she frowned. "Hello? Hello? This isn't my voice! And how did I get on the floor?" "Convinced?" I asked. She looked at me with wide eyes. She looked petrified. I was afraid she was going to pass out but suddenly she started laughing. Oh no! Delirium! I eyed Becky and she just shrugged her shoulders. "Oh my GOD!" laughed Jennifer. "Oh my God, this is so strange!" She held her hands in front of her, flipping them over and over and over. I let out a sigh of relief. She wasn't losing it after all. "Look at that!" she exclaimed running her fingers along a small scar on Melissa's thumb. "Bike accident. Ten years old." stated Melissa from Jennifer's body. She had moved to sit next to Becky. They were both watching Jennifer come to grips with her first body swap. Jennifer began patting herself down, feeling her hair, her chest, her stomach. She looked at me again and put her hand over her mouth. "Oh my God." she laughed through her fingers. "Wild, huh?" I asked, looking down at my own body. Giggling wildly, she nodded Melissa's head. "I've got to see this!" she squealed and sprang to her feet, running toward the large mirror on the wall. She stood staring for a moment, pulling on her hair and touching her face. She turned to the side and placed her hands on her new stomach. Melissa was heavier than Jennifer. I watched her pinch her soft new love handles. "Hey!" laughed Melissa. "Keep that up and I'll make you work those off before we switch back!" "We've got a hostage situation." laughed Becky as I got up to join Jennifer at the mirror. I walked up behind her like I normally would but realized she was now taller than me. I couldn't see my reflection. Stepping beside her, I blinked at the image. I hadn't had the chance to see this much of Becky's body in any of her mirrors the other day. All I'd had was a very small handheld mirror. Cocking my head, I opened and closed my mouth and watched Becky's image do the same. I grabbed some of her blonde hair and held it in front of my face like a moustache. Then I noticed my jacket was still closed. While Jennifer continued her exploration, I modestly revealed the tank top I now wore. The nipples were clearly visible in the reflection. I reached up and felt the softness of Becky's breasts, amazed at their bulk. They hadn't seemed this big the last time! I decided the bra was to blame. Touching both palms to both breasts, I felt the heat coming through my shirt. After squeezing them, Jennifer slapped my hands. I had almost forgotten myself! People were watching! "What are you doing?" she laughed. I dropped my hands and looked up at her. "The same thing you are." I replied, embarrassed. I decided to try and play it light. "Come what may, these are my tits right now." "Ewww." she wrinkled Melissa's nose in a very Jennifer-like way. She turned from the mirror and took a seat on the sofa. Becky moved to join her. "What do you think?" asked Becky, playfully patting her own flat chest. She had my shirt pulled up under her chin, revealing my torso. An exhibitionist. I should have known. "I feel kind of funny." replied Jennifer, glancing oddly at Becky. "I mean, it's kind of... Ew. I mean, I'm actually in someone else's body." She shivered and looked at her hands again. "How long do we have to stay this way?" "Oh you can have this back," said Melissa, gesturing down at her body, "anytime you want." "All we have to do is take off the rings and put them back on." explained Becky. She gave her new nipples one last tweak then pulled my shirt back down. "Oh, well that's not so bad." said Jennifer. She looked at her hands again, noticing Melissa's wedding ring. She whistled. "That's a hell of a rock." "Thanks. He's still paying for it." smiled Melissa, running her hands along her flat stomach. While they were talking, I'd moved beside the fireplace again. Absently, I picked up my guitar and started strumming. After a few minutes my fingertips felt like they were on fire. I looked at them, remembering Becky wouldn't have the calluses I had spent years building. "Oh yeah!" stated Becky. "Let's hear that song, Bry! I can't wait to hear myself singing well for a change!" "It kind of hurts." I said, still looking at my fingers. "But I guess one song wouldn't kill me." They all applauded and gave me their complete attention. I strummed the first few chords and hummed, trying to place Becky's pitch. It was actually perfect for Bryan Adams. It only took a moment to get used to feeling my smaller fingers on the fret board. Just like riding a bike. I have to admit, I was bursting inside about actually being able to perform the song. I began playing and it sounded almost as good as when I was in my own body. The pain in my fingertips was throbbing, but I'd make it through one song. I stood up as I began singing. "I got my first real six-string," I rasped with Becky's smoke-tinted voice. WOW! I hadn't expected it to sound THAT good! I blinked it surprise. I sounded like Melissa Etheridge!! "Bought it at the five and dime!" They all started cheering, very excited. Becky seemed intensely impressed. Jennifer had put her hand over her mouth again, smiling with excitement. "Me and some guys from school!" I sang. As I continued, I felt a flutter in my stomach. It was hard to admit but I'd NEVER sounded this good in my own body. It was so much easier as Becky. Aside from my breasts pushing against the back of the guitar, I was totally in my element. If Becky had committed herself to music early on, she could have had a hell of a career now. "Do you have a camcorder?" I heard Becky asking Jennifer. Jennifer jumped up and ran out of the room. "It was the summer of '69!" I wailed. "OH YEAH!" This voice was incredible!! Very female but with my male inflections, it was (gulp) sexy. I smiled and began ad- libbing on the guitar. The pain was becoming intense but I couldn't stop. Becky stared at the image of herself jamming away with envious awe. "This is UNREAL." she stated, obviously impressed. I'd never seen her so disarmed before. Jennifer returned with our camcorder trained on me. I began hamming it up for the camera, getting Becky's hair caught in my mouth in the process. Still, I kept singing and playing. At the next guitar break, I wildly flung my hair out of my face and hammered down. Sweat was forming on my smooth forehead. After a few more intense chords, I stopped playing. They hollered so loud, I was afraid they would wake the whole neighborhood. I could feel sweat dripping down between my breasts and my hair was plastered against my face. I was also having a very hard time catching my breath, coughing to clear out my windpipe. "That's it!" exclaimed Becky. "You're going to get me famous! I'll share the money with you!" "Hey, I'm hardly comfortable being a woman in front of you all." I said. The sweat from my breasts ran down into my naval. I cringed, wiping it away with my shirt. "There's no way I could do this in front of strangers." "I'll protect you." said Becky, pitching my voice as low as it would go. She flexed her arms and bared her teeth. "Really, that was unbelievable." said Melissa. "Bryan, superb." replied Jennifer, turning off the camcorder. "You'll have to let me tape you some more." "As long as I get a copy." said Becky. "You know," I breathed, "If I was used to your lungs I could probably go all night. You smoke way too much." I shook my hands to ease the throbbing at my fingertips. "Oh, blah." Becky rolled her eyes. "Speaking of which, let's swap back. This body needs a smoke." I said as I removed my guitar and placed it against the wall. I was feeling what I knew were the beginnings of nicotine withdrawal. "Are you kidding me?" asked Becky. I looked at her, confused. "Why don't you just go outside and take care of it? We're not switching back every time you get cravings. Besides, I don't exactly plan on going cold turkey while I'm in your body. One night of smoking isn't going to kill you." "Becky, forget it. Do not smoke in that body." I warned. Becky threw a despairing look at Jennifer. "Jen, tell him it's not going to hurt anything." she whined. "I don't want to have to keep swapping back and forth. We don't even know how much strain the rings can take. What if they fizzled out before we got back to ourselves?" Damn, she had a point. Jennifer was looking at me, eyebrows raised. I was about to admit defeat when a small voice interrupted our debate. "Mommy?" we all turned to see Bethany emerging from the hall. "Oh, sweetie." said Becky. She went over to Beth, picked her up, and kissed her cheek in a motherly fashion. "Ew, Bryan!" complained Beth. "Ick." She wriggled out of her arms and came up to me with her hands outstretched. I smiled at Becky and picked up her daughter. "Did we wake you up, kid?" I asked. She nodded and sleepily rubbed her eyes. "It's probably time we all turned in." yawned Melissa. "This body really is tired." "Told you." smiled Jennifer. "We'll put Beth back to bed for you, BECKY." said Becky, looking at me. "Then we'll sleep downstairs tonight. You and MELISSA can have OUR bed." She was talking as if she really was me! Surely she didn't intend for us to sleep like this! "Wait a minute." protested Jennifer. "Great idea!" shouted Melissa, standing up. "Becky... We didn't agree..." I started. "Come here, baby." she cut in, taking Beth into her arms. "You don't mind if me and Aunt Jenny put you to bed do ya'?" Beth shook her head and Becky smiled at me. I moved toward Jennifer and removed the ring from her finger. Seeing this, Melissa snatched it up. "Thank you." she sang. Then, giggling, they walked away with both rings toward the basement. "You can't just leave us like this!" Jennifer called after them. "It's just for the night!" came Becky. "Enjoy it!" Jennifer and I looked at each other. They expected me to sleep in the same bed as Melissa's body? Wasn't that like cheating? And what about Jennifer? I looked like her sister now! "Almost forgot!" I heard Jennifer's old voice coming from the hall. Melissa came into view and threw something onto the couch. Then, laughing wildly, she disappeared again. Seconds later we heard the basement door lock. We looked at what she had tossed. Marlboro Lights 100's and a lighter. I groaned. "You know there's no talking to them." I stated. Jennifer nodded her head and sat down, moving the cigarettes to the coffee table. "It won't be so bad, I guess." she said. "Want me to sleep on the couch?" I asked, moving next to her. She yawned and shook her head. "No, it's OK." she smiled and patted me on the leg. "Me and Becky have shared a bed before. It won't be too weird." I looked at her hand on Becky's knee and felt a tingle in my groin. She noticed I was staring and quickly moved it away. There was an awkward silence. We were both trying not to look at one another. I leaned forward and clasped my hands together. Without the support of a bra, this caused my breasts to sway. I looked and could see cleavage down the front of my tank top. Using the sides of my arms, I pushed my boobs together then released them. Boy, did that feel strange! I repeated the action three more times before I heard Jennifer giggle. "Different, huh?" she asked. I glanced over and she was smiling at me again. Melissa really did have a pretty face. It was hard to believe she was ten years older than me and my wife. "Definitely." I replied, sitting back up. "I got all the breasts in the family." she smiled, staring at my chest. "Becky's pretty small compared to me." "You call this small?" I quickly rotated my torso from side to side, causing my breasts to gyrate. "Ouch!" I cringed and immediately stopped. "Man, that really hurts." "That's what you get!" laughed Jennifer. Rubbing a tender breast, I playfully shook a fist at her. "Oh, bring it on! I think I could take you now, big man!" she cackled, raising her fists. "It'll be a hell of a fight!" I said and we began mock- boxing. Ten seconds into the first round, I caught sight of my small fists. They looked so thin. So frail. I stopped and stared at them for a moment. "You've seen them before." said Jennifer, lowering her hands. "Yeah, I know." I mused, opening and closing my fingers. "The hands of a woman. It's weird how you can tell a hand is female just by looking at it." "Yeah." smiled Jennifer. Still looking at my hands, I stood up and made my way over to the mirror. Jennifer followed. "Hello, Becky." she said to my reflection. "Hello, Melissa." I said to hers, playing along. "You're looking adorable tonight." she smiled. "Have you lost weight?" I asked, furrowing my dainty brows. Jennifer's shoulders dropped and she grabbed her love handles again. "Er." she grumbled. "Actually I think I've gained some." She turned from the mirror and looked at me. For some reason, I felt like laughing. Anyone who's ever been in a staring contest would know the feeling. The dam broke. We both started laughing. The kind of laugh that can only be generated after midnight. When we stopped, Jennifer was gazing at me. I knew she could see ME in here. Somehow, she could see past Becky's face straight into my soul. I realized I could see her beyond Melissa. The moment was almost magical. "Play me another song." she smiled, pulling me back toward the fireplace. "That song you wrote for our first date. I want to hear it with your new voice. You really are amazing now." "I wasn't before?" I asked. "You know what I mean." she laughed. "Come on, one more song then we'll go to bed." I nodded and reached for my guitar. Jennifer took the opportunity to set up the camcorder on top of the fireplace. I couldn't blame her. I actually wouldn't mind seeing this from the outside myself. It took a moment to situate the guitar so it sat comfortably against my breasts. I could feel the cool wood against my nipples. Of course they sprang to life. After a quick tuning session, I began strumming. "I'm not the kind of guy who'll walk away..." I began singing with Becky's rough voice. Hearing a female singing those words almost threw me off, but I continued on. "You don't have to be afraid..." Jennifer closed her eyes and listened, swaying with the music. "But you can cry in front of me..." I looked at her and she opened her eyes. I could see she was beginning to tear up. "These shoulders are free, yeah my shoulders are free..." As I began the chorus, Jennifer closed her eyes again and moved closer to me. I couldn't help wondering where this was going. There was energy in the air. I could feel it and I knew she could feel it. But she wouldn't act on it in these bodies... Would she? Would I? When I started the second verse, she rested her head on my shoulder and wrapped her arm around my stomach under the guitar. I could feel her breath against Becky's neck. She began tapping out the rhythm against my waist. "Hey, baby..." I gently sang, bringing the song to a close. She softly sang with me. "You can cry in front of me." I strummed the last chord, letting it hang in the air. Silence. It was just the two of us. I felt a warm tear run down my neck. Jennifer's tear. Slowly, I laid the guitar next to us on the sofa and embraced my wife. I hadn't felt this close to her in a long, long while. I closed my eyes and rested my head on hers. We sat like that for what seemed an eternity. Then she sniffled and looked up at me. Jennifer looked beautiful behind Melissa's eyes. The song had moved her. The song had moved us both. I reached with Becky's hand and wiped a tear from her cheek, letting my hand rest on the side of her face. Her eyes closed again. I couldn't help myself. I leaned in and gently pressed Becky's lips to hers. It was so soft and hesitant. I could feel her tears against my lips, warm and salty. Surprisingly, she kissed me back and snuggled closer to me. I tested her lips with Becky's tongue and felt Melissa's responding. We kissed forever in our strange new bodies. My mind was expecting to feel an erection from between my legs, but I wasn't built for it at the moment. Instead, I got a warm and pleasant sensation. Slippery and sensual. "Bryan..." breathed Jennifer, pulling her lips from mine. She opened her eyes and frowned. "Oh, God." she muttered and pulled away completely. She looked at me again. "Oh God." She scooted to the far side of the sofa. "I know." I sighed, adjusting my clothes. "Sorry, Jen." "It's not your fault." she said, looking away from me. "We just got caught up in the moment." She fidgeted for a second, then stopped. Leaning forward, she picked up the cigarettes from the table. "I can't believe it. I actually need one of these things." she sneered. She awkwardly pulled a cigarette from the pack and put it to Melissa's lips. After fumbling with the lighter, she managed to get it lit. As she inhaled, she looked like she was expecting to cough. Then, hesitantly, she blew the smoke back out. I could tell it was calming her down. I followed suit. Becky's body had been screaming for a smoke since we'd swapped anyway. The first couple of drags felt odd, but my new body was used to it. We both sat smoking for a few minutes before either of us spoke. "I can't believe I kissed my sister like that." whispered Jennifer, exhaling. "I'm not your sister, Jen." I responded. "We're in love. This just proves that it shines through everything." We both fell silent again, thinking about what just happened. After finishing our cigarettes, we stood up to go to bed. "Put out the fire." she whispered, running her hand along my shoulder as she passed. I watched her walk away. I loved her so much. Again, I mused that I didn't think of that body as Melissa. I'd never known mannerisms defined a person so deeply. I extinguished the flame in the fireplace and turned off the lamp. As I opened the bedroom door, I could see Jennifer turning down the covers. I sat on my side of the bed and removed Becky's boots. They looked so small, I couldn't believe I had been wearing them. Jennifer took one of her nightgowns into our bathroom. "What a night." I whispered, then coughed to clear my throat. I took off Becky's jacket but left everything else on. Who knew how Jennifer would react if I slept as I usually did in just my tighty whities! I threw my legs up on the bed and stretched hard. My feet usually hung over the end of the mattress but Becky's didn't even come close. I stared at my pink socks and wiggled my toes. It hit me again. Those were Becky's toes under there. I lifted the bottom of my tank top and revealed my stomach. So soft and feminine. This belly had once housed a child. I softly ran my hand over the pooch. How could she trust me so much with her body? For all she knew, I could be masturbating the night away. She'd get her body back and it'd be sore in all the wrong places! I started to lift the shirt up further when Jennifer came back through the bedroom. I casually removed my hands and looked at her. The nightgown she was wearing was tight on Melissa's frame and it accentuated her now-ample bosom. I whistled and she smiled awkwardly at me. I decided to leave her alone. "You'll need something to sleep in." she yawned. "Nah, this is fine." I said. She shrugged and laid down. Wrapping herself in covers, she turned off the light. "Good night, Bryan." she said with Melissa's voice. "Good night, baby." I rasped. I laid there on my back, staring into darkness. I thought about how fun it had been performing for them in this body. Maybe Becky had something with that 'get me famous' idea. But that would mean that I'd have to spend half my life as her. Jennifer would definitely have something to say about that. She could barely even kiss me right now. Imagine if we had to live with each other like this. Without really thinking about it, I pictured Jennifer and Becky kissing each other. My nipples tightened a bit. Interesting. I pictured them fondling each other with wild passion. Whoah! Becky's body was responding with a vengeance! As I stared into the darkness, the sensations from my body were loud and clear. I was aroused. No doubt about it. Becky's sex drive was kicking in hard. It was stronger than anything I'd ever felt as myself. No wonder she'd been so promiscuous in her younger years. "Damn." I whispered. I had to do something about this. I didn't want to try my luck with Jennifer again. In retrospect, I shouldn't have even kissed her in this body. Making out with her sister? She must have been horrified! I couldn't imagine being forced to make out with my brother. I mean, think about it. That left one option. I had a nice little "video collection" in the den that Jennifer didn't know about. I usually reserved them for those nights she wasn't home. Becky's vagina tingled at the thought. It was interesting, feeling her body responding to my sexual fantasies. Nude women playing with other nude women coursed through my mind. My nipples felt like they could burst at any minute. So this is what it's like to be a lesbian, I thought. "I'm a lesbian." I softly chuckled. "That makes one of us." came Jennifer's muffled voice. I slapped her playfully on her rear and she squealed, wrapping the covers tighter around Melissa's frame. I was so aroused, even hearing Becky's voice claiming lesbianism had caused a reaction. My new libido was hyper- sensitive. It made me wonder how long it had been since this body had been laid. "I'm not tired." I whispered to Jennifer. "I'm gonna go watch TV." "Make Becky switch you back before you come to bed." she muttered. "I want my man to snuggle me." "Fat chance." I chuckled. "There's no talking to her. Besides, you're in Melissa's body." "Almost forgot." she groaned. I kissed her lightly on the back of her head and she shrugged me away. "I'm not into girls." she joked. I smiled and climbed out of bed, making my way toward the den. Out in the hall, I realized the TV in the living room was on. I could also smell cigarette smoke in the air. Hmm. Becky or Melissa? Tip-toeing into the room, I saw Jennifer's body lying on the couch with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt I recognized as my own. The sight was surreal. Kind of sexy. Some obscure B-movie was flickering on the TV screen. "Melissa?" I asked. She jumped at my voice, bolting upright. Some beer splashed onto the couch. "Oh, you scared me." she whispered, putting a hand to her heart. "I couldn't sleep. Guess this body wasn't that tired after all. Hope you don't mind." "Nah." I waved her off. "My place is your place." I smiled. "Literally." "Hey, yeah!" she laughed. "This is my house now, huh?" "Yours and Becky's." I replied. Deciding the den could wait, I sat next to her. My breasts jiggled uncontrollably as I got comfortable. I frowned at the TV. On the screen, a cheap black and white alien was stalking a teenaged couple. "What the hell are you watching?" "Not sure." she said, taking a drag off her smoke. Her face tightened as she inhaled. I could tell Jennifer's body was still not used to it. Adding insult to injury, she chased the smoke with a mouthful of beer. She shook her head and stuck out her tongue. "Jennifer never liked beer." I explained. "And she's never touched a cigarette." "Argh, it's terrible." she whispered. "But there's nothing else with alcohol in this house," she held up the beer, "and my mind is still addicted to these things." She held up her cigarette-laden hand. "Why does your wife have to be such a goody-goody anyway?" she joked. "You know she's a vegetarian too?" I teased. She mocked horror. "Let me die, Lord, let me die." she laughed. "Seriously, I hope she doesn't kill me when she finds out what I'm doing to her body." "I won't tell if you won't." I promised, holding up Becky's pinky. Winking, she grasped it with Jennifer's and we sealed the deal. "So why are you up?" asked Melissa. "The truth?" I raised my eyebrows. "Nothing but." she replied, taking a drink. "I'm kind of... aroused." I cringed, not sure how she'd react. "Seriously?" she laughed. "Yeah." I somberly replied. "I guess I was sort of on my way to... you know..." "Take care of it?" finished Melissa, squinting her eyes and bringing her cigarette to Jennifer's lips. "Exactly." I breathed and laid back on the couch, covering my face with my hands. "I don't know why I told you that. Now I'm embarrassed." "A tired mind speaks only the truth." she joked, putting out her cigarette. "Don't be embarrassed. It's sexy being in a strange body. I felt it the first time I switched with Becky and I'm actually feeling it right now." "Really?" I asked. "Hell yeah!" she replied. "Don't you ever give your wife any? It feels like this body hasn't done it for years!" I laughed at that. "I guess it has been a while." I said. "Want another beer?" "Definitely." she nodded. "Let's see how much these bodies can take, shall we?" I challenged. "You're on!" she said, finishing off her last drink and letting out a small burp. Jennifer would have been appalled! Where was that damned camcorder when I really needed it? The next few hours were spent drinking gallons of beer and making fun of the late-night movies we found while channel surfing. I'd never had the chance to really get to know Melissa before. She was actually very fun to be around! A few times, we'd turn the sound down on the TV and add the voices for the characters ourselves. We had to be careful not to laugh so loud as to wake up the entire house. I even played a few more songs on the guitar for her. By the time we were winding down, my challenge had taken its toll on both our bodies. We were plastered beyond redemption. "This was fun." I slurred Becky's voice as the credits ran on the last movie. I noticed that we were sitting pressed against one another. Her head was resting on my shoulder. "It was fun." she agreed. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was 3:30 in the morning. "Damn." I muttered, pointing at the clock. "Jennifer doesn't want me coming back to bed like this." I drunkenly lifted my boobs and let them drop. Melissa giggled and placed both hands on my breasts. Then, making a buzzing sound, she vibrated her hands and caused them to jiggle wildly. God, that felt so damned strange! I reached over and tweaked her nipples in retaliation. "Earth calling mars. Earth calling mars." I imitated the alien from the movie and gently twisted them like radio dials. Had I been sober, I would probably have kept my hands to myself and went to bed. As it were, my good judgement was nearly non-existent. We hysterically collapsed against the couch, feeling the full effect of way too much alcohol. After we stopped laughing, I found myself looking into her eyes. Jennifer's eyes? Melissa's eyes? My mind was swimming and her face was so close to mine. Our gaze was intense. In my drunken state, I suddenly felt a hand running back and forth along my thigh. We were still looking into each others' eyes. It felt good. I didn't resist. Shifting my weight, I put Becky's arm around my wife's body. Melissa's head moved, coming to rest on Becky's breasts. Her eyes were barely open, but she started kissing my chest through the tank top. "Me and you haven't experimented in a long time." she whispered, rubbing my stomach. "Melissa." I stated. "Melissa." She looked up, smiling a half smile. I laughed. "I'm not Becky, remember?" "Oh yeah." she mused. Then, shrugging she slurred, "You're gonna like this." She kissed my cheek and sloppily kissed her way down toward my chest again. I knew I should have stopped her, but the contact felt so good. And my body was screaming for a release. So I let her continue. "Take off your shirt." she whispered. I pulled off my tank top and felt cool air wash across Becky's bare breasts. The stood out so softly, so full. Melissa ran my wife's hand along the bottom of them and kissed my neck. "Should I stop?" she asked. "I don't know." I whispered. She continued kissing down toward my naked breasts. I'd never felt anything so sensual before! Suddenly I felt her tongue flick across a thick nipple. Sensory overload! The tingle started in my back and ran both ways toward my head and feet. When she started sucking, it prolonged the effect. I felt her hand rub down to the waist of Becky's pants. She let her fingers drop down under the material and started rubbing my pubic hairs. The slippery feeling returned to my groin, only this time I felt soaked. And it generated so much heat, I could feel it on my stomach. She continued running her fingers around the area while she moved her mouth to my other breast. This was wrong! So wrong! But I swear I just couldn't stop! I silently apologized to Jennifer and began unbuttoning Becky's pants. Melissa helped as I slid them down my ankles. Becky had been wearing white cotton panties with little red and blue bears on them. Melissa pulled them slowly down my hairless legs, kissing as she went. Thigh, kiss. Knee, kiss Calf, kiss. The feeling of the material running down my smooth legs was erotic to say the least! On her way back up, she pulled my naked legs apart. I could feel some wetness on my thighs where they had been touching my vagina. "Should I stop?" she whispered again. My eyes closed, I shook my head 'no'. All I could see was darkness behind Becky's eyelids, but I could feel Melissa's hands on my knees as she leaned toward me. She softly kissed me between my legs and I gasped. It was electric. And throbbing. We heard footsteps in the hallway. "Shit!" I exclaimed. As Melissa jumped to her feet, I frantically began pulling Becky's underwear and pants back up my legs. I had barely gotten Becky's tank top on when Melissa's body came walking in. "What time is it?" yawned Jennifer. Sweating profusely, I replied "3:30. What are you doing up?" "I couldn't sleep. I think I need another cigarette." she frowned. "Melissa, do you mind swapping back? I hate the taste of those things." "The rings are d-downstairs." stuttered Melissa, nodding. "I'll get them." said Jennifer. As she walked away, I turned to Melissa. Her face was pale and she was wiping her mouth with her shirt. That little intervention had been enough to sober me up fast. Apparently it'd had the same effect on Melissa. "Wow. What the hell were we thinking?" she whispered. "What if she'd caught us?" "I don't even want to think about it." I sighed. We stood in silence, our hearts racing. I actually would have gone through with it. I felt so ashamed. I had cheated on my wife. Maybe not all the way, but it was still cheating. Looking down at my body, I noticed I'd put Becky's shirt on inside out... And backward! I started to take it off when we again heard footsteps in the hallway. I dropped my hands and began fidgeting. Maybe they wouldn't ask. Jennifer came back into the room and I was shocked to see my body with her. "Bryan, I want you to switch back so you can come to bed with me." said Jennifer. "This could have waited until morning." yawned Becky, scratching my testicles. "We've had our fun, now enough's enough." stated Jennifer. "OK, let's just get it over with. I'm tired." replied Becky. Jennifer handed one of the rings to Melissa and slipped the other on her own finger. Becky and I steadied their bodies as they swapped. "Ew." cringed Jennifer, wiping her lips. "What have you been eating?" She paused with her hand in front of her mouth. "And my head is spinning." She glanced around at all the empty beer bottles and overflowing ashtrays. Her face turned green. "I'm going to throw up." She quickly took off her ring, put it in my hand and made her way toward the bathroom. Becky frowned at us. "Too much alcohol and nicotine." I assured her. She nodded and took a ring from Melissa. She slid it on and I followed suit. Weightlessness. Coming to in my own body, I immediately became aware of my penis. It felt like someone had stuffed a sock down my pants after being in Becky's body for so long. "Oh, what the hell?" came Becky's voice. I looked up and saw her adjusting her pants. "Fuck, Bryan! I'm soaked!" She reached down and frowned when she realized her pants were unzipped. Pausing for a moment, she grabbed the zipper. The sound of her zipping up echoed through the living room. Me and Melissa shared a look of alarm, holding our breaths. You could have heard a pin drop. "What the hell were you two doing?" Becky complained. "I'm drunk as hell and I'm so horny I can't see straight!" "Nothing." I replied, realizing I was telling the truth. There had been no penetration. Perhaps my fidelity wasn't as injured as I'd feared. Sure we would have taken it all the way, but we hadn't. "Nothing my ass! These pants didn't unzip themselves!" she frowned, looking down at herself. She fingered the tag sticking out from the front of her shirt and shot us a murderous glance. She pulled the tag and looked down the front of her tank top. "Ew! My boobs are all slobbery!" Pointing toward her chest, she turned to me. "Bryan, tell me this spit is yours!" "You're the one who stuck me with your body!" I defended. "With JENNIFER!" snarled Becky, wiping off her breasts. "What made you think I'd let you sleep with Melissa?" "It wasn't my fault!" I said. "It was your damned body! I got so horny all of a sudden. I mean, Jesus, when's the last time you had sex?" At that, her face turned red. She looked pissed. "Fuck you, Bryan. This is not my fault." she hissed. "I get along just fine without sleeping around." "Becky," I started. "Save it." she walked away, leaving me and Melissa alone in the living room. THE NEXT DAY I woke up in my own bed, my own body. Glancing at the clock, I realized it was nearly noon. Jennifer was still snoring next to me. I put my hand lightly on her shoulder, careful not to wake her up. How could I have done that to her? I could never imagine her cheating on me! I knew I would have to tell her about it. Those are the types of secrets a man should never keep from his wife. I only prayed she'd understand. Softly kissing the back of her head, I got out of bed and made my way downstairs. As I went outside to get the paper, I noticed Becky's car wasn't in the driveway. Frowning, I went back inside. After checking the basement, I realized they must have already left. I felt miserable about what I had done. Not only had I almost slept with another woman, but that had been mine and Becky's first real fight. I couldn't help wondering if she'd ever speak to me again. I closed the basement door and decided to brew some coffee. As I walked into the kitchen, I noticed an envelope on the table. It was marked: BRYAN. Frowning, I opened it up and began reading. "You may already know this, but I'm riding to Atlanta with Melissa. The hangover was just too much. Becky's body was much more accustomed to it. She barely has a headache! Me and Melissa need to talk anyway. I'll be back soon. We have a lot to talk about as well. I love you, Bryan. Love, Jennifer." JENNIFER? But she was upstairs, I'd just seen her! I heard a lighter flick behind me and turned to see my wife's body with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth. She took a timid drag and moved to the seat across from me. "Melissa confessed this morning." she said, exhaling. "Becky?" I asked, confused. She nodded and took another drag. "This body feels like shit. If we had both rings here, you'd be the one suffering." she scowled. "Wait! Did you say Melissa confessed?!?" I exclaimed. "While we were loading the car." explained Becky. "Every detail." I sat frozen, my heart skipped a beat. I wanted to be the one who told her! "Dammit!" I stood up and began pacing. "Bryan, sit down. It's OK." said Becky. I eyed her suspiciously. She had probably planned my murder the night before, and now she was being nice? I wasn't buying it. Slowly, I sat down. "You were furious last night." I said. "Why are you being so calm now?" "Because I know the sensualities of walking around in someone else's body." she smiled. "The sensations sometimes get to be too much. I had time to remember that after I went to bed last night." She paused and raised her eyebrows. "Jennifer started to freak out when Melissa told her. But then I told her what I had done the first time I became a member of the opposite sex. Shed a whole new light on the subject." She had my full attention now. "Becky, what did you tell her? What DID you do while you were me that first time?" I asked. She took one last drag from her cigarette and put it out in a small bowl on the table. "It's not what I DID." she said. "It's what I let SOMEONE ELSE do." "Oh no." I groaned. She straightened up in her chair and leaned forward. "Well, I was just going down to the corner store for some cigarettes. I think it was the Suds N' Stuff. But when I got there, the clerk kept looking at me. He was giving off THE signal, you know?" she asked. "That's Kevin." I said, beginning to feel nervous. "He's gay. Don't worry about it. He always flirts with me as kind of a joke." "He was kinda cute." said Becky, looking down and idly wiping ashes off the table. "You didn't do anything right?" I asked. She didn't say anything. "Oh, Becky come on. You didn't do anything right? Right?" "I'm sorry, Bry." she cringed. "I always wanted to know what a blowjob felt like." She noticed my reaction then added, "Hey, at least I got some free cigarettes!" "BECKY, DAMMIT!!" I yelled and pounded the table, burying my face in my arms. I looked back up at her, exasperated. "I shop there!" "Bryan, it's cool!" she said. "Listen, I'm only telling you this to let you know I understand about last night! I knew it was wrong to let some guy blow me off but I did it anyway! It's the curiosity factor!" "So that's why you didn't tell me about it before." I complained. "I'm here NOW to tell you about it. That's why I agreed to take Jennifer's hangover, so I could tell you this in person. I didn't want to tell you over the phone." she explained. "Besides, Jennifer understands! She felt it too! She actually thought it was funny after I told her about Suds N' Stuff!" "Oh, God!" I exclaimed. "Jennifer knows this body has known the touch of a man!" Becky tried holding back the laughter but failed miserably. I tried scowling at her, but I suddenly realized the absurdity of it all. We'd both experienced homosexuality in a way no straight person ever could. "Poor Melissa." chuckled Becky. "She kept apologizing profusely to Jennifer. Jennifer tried to tell her she understood but she just kept babbling on and on. That's when she asked me to switch so they could talk on the way back home." I sat quietly for a moment, letting it all sink in. Knowing that Jennifer wasn't angry was a huge relief. Knowing that she seemingly understood why I'd done it was a miracle. I sighed heavily. "It's still going to be hard facing her." I said. "Well, it serves you right." said Becky. "Still, you have to have some sort of punishment. And I'm afraid a guilty conscience isn't enough." "Yeah." I nodded. "Becky?" "Hmm?" she asked. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I never want to see your face in the mirror again." I said. "No harm, no foul." she laughed, standing up. "The next time you use this ring, I promise you won't see my face in your reflection." She started walking over to me. "Thank God." I smiled. She took my hand into hers. "The face you'll see," she paused and looked me in the eyes. "Is completely up to Jennifer." I felt the cold material of the ring as it slid onto my index finger. "See ya later, Bry!" Weightlessness. (TO BE CONCLUDED)