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Note: Eric's original story is one of my favorites, and I felt like the characters were developed enough to carry on the story beyond Eric's intended storyline. Many apologies if I have offended anyone. DOMESTIC TANGLE 2: A MADAME OLGA STORY ROB I can't even say how much the last year has meant to me. Discovering life as a man has been a revelation. Everything seems to be easier. With my 6'6" height, everyone literally looks up to me. The men defer to me; (my size as well as my reputation as a former All-American football player), and the women always seem to be flirting with me. My job is going great, though I have to admit that I had some trouble with it at first. If it wasn't for Jennifer's help, I would have been fired from this job a long time ago, but instead, she has helped me adapt to my new position, and many of the ideas that she proposed to me, I used, and have helped me get several promotions. Poor Jennifer is still stuck at her secretarial post though, and she will stay there as long as she doesn't have her college degree. I tried to convince her to quit her job and go back to school, but she seems to have no interest in it at all. In fact, she seems to have no interest in anything at all. In the year since we made the switch and tried to use the return spell, (only to find out it didn't work), she has been growing more and more distant from me. I tried to get the return spell to work, but it didn't and it wasn't my fault, but I can't lie, I enjoy being the man now, and am really glad that I didn't have to go back to that petite woman's body I had before. I can't put my finger on what the problem is with Jennifer. After that last fateful day when the spell didn't work she was very despondent, yet she bounced back fast, and on the days when I insisted on sex she was the same old Jennifer, all softness and compliance. God, it can't get any better than to slide my male member deep into my little wife and watch the reactions on her beautiful face. Most of the time she seems to be transported to another plane of existence, and other times she seems to be deeply ashamed of what she is doing. I have to think that it must be the ingrained male attitude in her that keeps her from enjoying being a woman completely. JENNIFER I woke up this morning and remembered that it was near the anniversary of our swap. Perhaps 'Rob', my husband, has forgotten all about it. The only time he mentions it at all is when he needs some ideas for his job. I decided a long time ago that I was going to be the obedient wife and 'obey' him just like he asked me to do in our wedding vows. He's so big and strong that usually I just find it easier to just go along with whatever he wants. He has been pushing me to go back to college and finish my degree, but I just can't do it all over again. No one should have to get their bachelor's degree twice. He's stopped pushing me about it, and to tell the truth, I've really stopped caring about it. He has my life, my education, my job, and even my wife and I'll never have it back, nor do I want to. That day when Rob spanked me was just too much for me. His total dominance of me, and the way he treated me just like a child was the final straw. It wasn't so much him doing it, but my letting him get away with it. The look in his eye when he glared at me, and the way he manipulated me afterward with sex made me feel so small and so insignificant that it destroyed whatever male self respect that I ever had. Perhaps it wasn't his fault, he was drunk at the time, and difficulties from the job and adapting to life as a man had to be tough, but why did he do it in the first place. Did he look down on me so much? I certainly had never treated him like that when he was a woman. It's all just water under the bridge now. I couldn't use the return spell and that's that. I knew that I could never, ever regain that feeling of being in command again, nor could I ever regain the respect of Rob if he became Jennifer again, so I just had to become who I appeared to be and be the best wife possible. Still, most days seem to be meaningless. I get up and fix myself up just like I do every day, and I go to work at the same low level job, at the same desk, fetching and typing for the same boss. The only thing that ever relieves the monotony is the bouts of sex with Rob. I have to admit that he has become a much better lover than I ever was in that body, but sometimes during sex I get this strange disconnected feeling, as if I shouldn't be doing what I'm doing, and when I get that feeling I suddenly am overcome with shame. It's that feeling of the spanking all over again. I guess what it all comes down to is that I did not know how to be a man, in the truest sense. I not only had literally lost my balls, but I had lost them figuratively as well. But I'm a woman now, so I don't need balls. The problem with that realization is that even though I was no longer Rob, it meant that I wasn't Jennifer either. Though Rob seemed to just step into what had been my life with barely a hint of difference, everyone around me commented on how much I had changed, and the whispered comments behind my back inferred that the changes weren't for the better. Whereas Jennifer, before the switch, would often fight with me about something she felt strongly about, I just go along with whatever Rob wants. Whereas Jennifer would tease me and play little games I just submit. I better finish getting ready. I look at myself in the mirror. I'm actually quite pretty. I finish brushing my hair and applying my lipstick when I hear Rob's heavy steps on the stairs. "Are you ready yet?" He asks as he sticks his head in the door. He's expecting an answer, but all I can do is stare at myself in the mirror. Me. When Rob comes and stands behind me and puts his large hands on my shoulders I flinch at the image I see reflected back at me. Which one is me and which one is not? Rob smiles broadly, "you women seem to spend so much time looking at yourself. It must be some kind of narcissism." His words are meant to tease me, but instead they only hurt. There is no man in me and there is no woman. I am no one anymore. I answer without emotion, "I'm done now. Let's go," and I stand wrestling my eyes from the mirror to the reality of Rob behind me. "I don't want to be late for the party; you know how important it is for me to be seen at these social events sponsored by the company. Even last year when we had just switched you were on time. What's taking so long this year?" Rob comes over and pulls me into a hug, making sure both hands are squarely on my boobs. I want to pull away, but his strong hands, his assured manner, and his questing fingers running along my nipple compel me to do his bidding. Before I know it I am bent over the bed face forward and Rob is entering me from the rear. I can look back underneath me, past my suspended tits, and see his large cock part my vagina lips and slip easily into me. This is definitely one of the best things about being a woman. ROB Jennifer is so sexy. Every time I see her I want to take her in my arms and make her scream with delight. It isn't long before I have her bent over and I'm entering her 'doggie style.' God is she one great fuck. I just love to feel my cock sliding into her cunt, and I love it when I am doing her like this and I can reach around and get two handfuls of titty flesh. When we used to do this when I was the woman I was often exasperated by Rob's lack of timing. I can see now why he liked to fuck me just before we went to a party. Part of it, for me, now, is that she looks more beautiful now than she does most other times, and the other reason is that I want her to remember that it is me that is her mate, and it is me that makes her feel so good, when she's around other men at the party. While she cleans up afterwards in the bathroom, I sit in a chair in the bedroom and talk to her. She is clearly irritated like I was in these situations, but she says nothing to me. Every time she starts to speak she stops and bites her tongue. I try to get a rise out of her. "What's taking so long? Are all women this slow?" I can see her turn red, but she just turns away and says nothing. Perhaps I shouldn't press her right now, but I just can't resist. She is such an easy target. "You're just trying to make me late for this party tonight, aren't you?" "No!" She shot back, then she noticeably steadied herself, "That's not it, but it's true I don't want to go tonight." Jennifer just stared blankly at me, almost as if she didn't comprehend what it was I was saying. "Remember, Jen, last year right after we switched you didn't want to go to this party? "Yeah, and I don't want to go tonight either." "Hey, I always went to this party when it was you in this body." "I'm not arguing. I told you I don't want to go but I'll do whatever you want." She was so beautiful. I was such a lucky guy. I don't think I have ever seen a lovelier woman. She smiles up at me, not very warmly, "Let's go Rob." I don't know what her problem is. I know she doesn't like these parties, but she never cared about my feelings when the shoe was on the other foot. After we climbed into the car I tried putting my arm around her to reassure her. "Don't worry Jen, I'll try not to stray too far, I know how bad the old wives and their horny husbands can be to you." "Just like you said last year," Jen said, but her words were devoid of emotion even though on the surface they seemed to accuse. "You're my wife. I'll protect you." She looked up at me then, and her face was filled with a questioning fierceness, "Why should you?" It was my turn now to wonder at her words, "Because I love you, of course." Jennifer stared at me coldly for what seemed like a minute but was probably more like ten seconds, "Of course." She must still be mad about going to this party. I recall being mad about it too, but when she was Rob she would always tease me out of my anger. Perhaps I should do the same. I nuzzled her neck and pulled her close, "Well Hun, you can't blame them for being jealous. You are the sexiest girl in California with the nicest tits." She knows how much I like her breasts. Jennifer flinches away from me like I had hit her. Everything I do tonight appears to be wrong. I better keep an eye on her at the party. She seems very fragile tonight. JENNIFER I don't know what it is about Rob tonight, but everything he says irritates me. I'm glad when we pull up at the house where the party is being held and am almost looking forward to the hostile reception I'll get from the old biddies. At least I know how I stand with them. Fifteen minutes after we arrive Rob is whisked off by his boss and I'm left standing alone under the withering glares of the other wives. I look over at Rob and he is all smiles as he smoozes with the bigwigs. He's in his element now; even when he was Jennifer he was more of a social creature than me, and now he was downright gregarious. I am joined by my old friend Joe, er I guess I should say Rob's old friend, Joe. "Hi Jennifer, want something to drink?" His friendly smile is welcome, so I smile in return. "That would be nice." After getting me a drink, we stand there and he regales me with funny stories about Rob's various escapades at work. He is genuinely amused by the schizophrenic behavior of Rob in the last year when he would seem to be totally clueless one moment and then have the most creative suggestions the next. "I swear, every time he'd have a problem he'd go down and see you and it would clear his mind right up and he'd come up with the solution. What does he do, rub your head or something?" "Hey Joe," I laugh in reply, "Maybe he was getting the answers from me." "No Jennifer, I know you're bright, but I think he just needed to see your beautiful face." How condescending can you get? He compliments me, and then insults me in the same sentence. I do like his stories though, and it makes me realize how much Rob owes me for his success; what should have been my success. What good did it do me though? When my drink runs out, Joe fetches me another and I eagerly drink it down ignoring my limited capacity for alcohol. The drink is just what I need because I am suddenly much more comfortable around all these phonies. I am so busy talking with Joe that I don't even notice that he has steered me into a side room that looked to be a library. After I sit down on a couch Joe sits down beside me, close. Through my clouded perceptions alarms begin going off but my reactions are slow. Joe slides over close to me and places his large arm over my shoulder. "You know Jennifer; I've always thought that you were a very sexy woman." When I turn my head to ask him to move away he leans over and pulls me into a fierce kiss. Joe is so strong and I suddenly realize how vulnerable I am. He forces me onto my back and while I struggle desperately to push him away, he unbuttons my dress and reaches a hand up under it and wraps it around my left breast. I am frantic with my efforts to dislodge his hand. I have to get him off me. When Joe starts reaching between my legs, I shove my knee upward into his groin causing him to double over in pain. I scramble out of the room and into the adjoining powder room, where I lock the door behind me and try to pull myself together. I don't know how long I've been sitting here, I just know that I never been more scared or miserable and I wonder what I ever did to deserve this. ROB What a night! Jennifer never looked lovelier and my bosses were like putty in my hands. As the hours roll by and the praise from my bosses becomes thicker, I become more ecstatic and I suddenly realize that I need to share my feelings with Jennifer. When I see Joe exiting the library with a pained look on his face I ask him if he has seen Jennifer. "Your crazy wife attacked me. I just tried to tell her how pretty I thought she was and she kneed me in the balls." There was anger in his voice. I know Jennifer is unhappy being here, but why take it out on Joe. He's a good friend and I'm sure Jennifer must have mistaken his words for an advance. I find Jennifer huddling in the powder room. "Why did you do that to Joe?" I ask, angry that Jennifer would ruin my night. "What about what he did to me? He tried to rape me." "You must be mistaken. Joe's an old friend; he would never do anything to hurt you." Are you saying that I'm lying?" "No, I think you just had too much to drink and misinterpreted something he said." When I see Jen's face contort in rage and hurt I suddenly think I might have made a mistake. I want to believe her, but Joe has always been such a friend to me. JENNIFER I feel something breaking inside of me. How could Rob take Joe's side against me? How could he believe Joe? Without even stopping to get my coat, I leave the party and wait for a taxi called by the butler. Rob said he would always protect me, and he said that he would always love me, but now he just throws my love away. There are no tears left when I get home, and I only pause long enough to throw a few things into a bag and I direct the waiting cab driver to my mother's house. Coming home to Mom was a mistake. She has spent the last two hours telling me what a mistake I made marrying that 'no good for nothing Rob,' and lecturing me about how she tried to warn me before our wedding. At some point, I don't know when, everything seems to go quiet. I look over at Mom and she's still talking, but I can't hear anything coming out of her mouth. When she reaches for me I cringe back, suddenly afraid, and when she moves over to touch my face her image seems to blur for a second and becomes the image of Joe, with his leering eyes and his drooling mouth, and when he touches me I shriek in fear and I lash out. I scramble out of the living room searching for a place to hide; somewhere that he won't find me. I remember that Jen's, -- I mean my bedroom closet, is deep and dark, so I run to my childhood room, throw open the closet door and wiggle my way down behind boxes and bags of clothes. When I feel safe again the shaking starts. Soon I'm sobbing and shaking and quivering in the dark, hoping Joe won't find me here, but I hear steps approach and I hold my breath. I know I am breathing so loud that Joe will hear me, so I cover my nose and mouth with my hand and will my breath to stop. I hear the steps getting closer and my air is running out, but I can't let him hear me. I just have to hang on a little longer. Oh, No, He's pulled the closet door open. He must be listening for me. I can't breath. I won't. He'll never know I'm back behind these boxes, but he stands there outlined by the light of the bedroom and looks purposefully into the dark recesses where I sit. I can't let him find me. My air is almost gone, but he still stands there, and I can't let him do to me what he tried to do before. Oh, Rob, where are you? ROB I talk to Joe, and he adamantly insists that he is not at fault and is in fact mad that I would ever think of accusing him. "But why is Jen so upset then?" "I don't know. Maybe it's her period or something. I just know that I didn't do anything; she was the one who assaulted me." I leave him muttering his objections, and I hurry through the rooms searching for Jen. After fifteen minutes or so the butler tells me that Jen has left in a cab, so I rush to my car and race back home. She isn't at home. I find some of her clothes thrown around the room, and when I inspect the garage, I find the other car gone. Now I'm really worried. I begin calling friends and relatives and after a few hours I get a call from Jen's Mom saying she is there and that I should come quickly. There are times when time just seems to stand still, and this is one of those times. The 45 minute drive to my mother-in-law's house seem more like endless hours to me. I don't know what is wrong with Jen, and I am running my imagination overtime coming up with scenarios. When I get there Jen's Mom is frantic as she directs me to my ?I mean Jen's old bedroom. "The paramedics are on the way," Jen's Mom said, tears streaming down her face. When I look at her more closely I see her right eye is bruised, and is beginning to swell. I look in the closet where she points and I see Jen sprawled out, with boxes and bags covering most of her body. She seems to be unconscious, and when I squirm my way inside the closet to her side and check her eyes I get no response. I'm beginning to panic a bit myself now, and I begin flinging the bags and boxes out of the closet and yelling at my mother-in-law to wait at the door for the paramedics. Jen's hand is cold and clammy, her hair is plastered against her face and neck, but her breathing, though faint, is steady. Unable to pick her up in the confined space of the closet, I push a blanket under her and use the bottom edge to pull her out of the closet and into the room. I am so glad that the paramedics show up then, though I feel helpless when they push me aside and go about their business. Ten minutes later they have her on a stretcher and into the waiting ambulance, and I follow closely behind them as they streak to the hospital. JEN Darkness is not always bad, and light is not always good. When I start to approach consciousness some defense mechanism of mine kicks in and forces me back down into unconsciousness. All I know is that I do not want to wake up. I dream instead. In my dreams I am searching for my body and when I come across Jennifer and Rob sitting in their living room, and they look up to me, I am baffled. A voice tells me that I must choose my body, but I cannot remember which body is mine. When I turn to a mirror there is no reflection, and when I look down at myself there is only empty space. There is no me anymore, I realize. I am not Rob and I am not Jen, I am just some amorphous consciousness that has no more home; Perhaps a ghost? The voice asks me now, "If you don't know which body you are, then which sex are you, male or female?" I no longer have a voice to answer, but if I did I would scream that I am neither and I am both. The voice demands an answer and a choice but I have none left to give. I hear a high sweet voice calling me next and I feel myself drifting away toward a distant light, but then I realize that they are not calling me, they are calling Jen and Rob. "Who am I now?" I shout, though I have no mouth, "Tell me!" There is no response. They don't know either. ROB It's been weeks since Jen was put in the hospital and she is still in a coma. I've sat by her side almost all that time, holding her hand and talking to her. I've been telling her about all the things I wanted the two of us to do. I wanted to buy a bigger home, and I wanted us to fill it up with babies that look like her. I want to grow old with her. I want to touch her in the night and hear her breathing quicken to my touch. I want to sit on our couch and hold her against my chest while I stroke the lovely waves of her hair. I don't know how often I've cried, or how often I've slept, and I am only dimly aware of other people, perhaps friends and relatives, visiting us here in the hospital room. The doctors and nurses tell me that there is nothing physically wrong with Jen; that she should wake up at any time, but every hour she remains the same, so I sit here waiting for her. JEN I don't know how long I wandered, or where I wandered to, but I suddenly realized that I did not want to be there anymore, and when that thought came, a feeling swept over me and I seemed to race toward this tunnel of noise and terrifying sights. I open my eyes. I see Rob sitting beside the bed. When he sees my eyes open he screams for the doctor and I almost wish that I had stayed where I was. Rob is crying, and he's talking to me, but I have trouble understanding what he is saying. A doctor and two nurses crowd Rob aside as they take my pulse and flash a light in my eyes. "Are you okay Jennifer?" Their eyes are full of hope, but I have none to give them. "I am not Jennifer." I see Rob's eyes dilate and he coughs as if he has been hit on the back. The doctor asks, "If you're not Jennifer, then who are you?" "I used to be Rob, and then I was Jen, now I am no one." There is another cough by Rob and the doctor looks at him worriedly. "If you used to be Rob, then who was Rob?" I looked at him, thinking how stupid the question seemed to be, "Rob was Jen of course." Rob laughs nervously and the doctor pulls him aside. When they come back to my bedside they are both all smiles, though Rob's seems to be more forced. "We want you to see a specialist this afternoon, is that all right with you, Jennifer?" The doctor asks me. "Sure thing, but I'm not Jennifer." The doctor shakes his head and pulls the two nurses and Rob along with him. Me, I just lay there in my bed wondering what I am going to do and who I am going to be. I hope there are answers. ROB I am shocked at what Jen tells the doctor. We had never told anyone else beside Madame Olga, and we hadn't even mentioned it to each other in such a long time. How could she do that to me? How could she make me a subject of ridicule? When the doctor pulls me aside he asks me if Jen had ever had any psychological problems. When I say no, he insists she have a Psych consult with the staff shrink. Though I am a little hesitant about subjecting Jen to any of that type of inspection, I agree and the doctor arranges the session. I go to work the next day, though I find it hard to concentrate on business. A sticky problem comes up and Jen isn't here to help me with it. I muddle through, but I suddenly realize how much I need Jen to help me with this job. I see Joe around the office, and while he doesn't exactly avoid me, he doesn't show me any particular courtesy either. Every time I try to question him about what went on between he and Jen I get stonewalled. All he does is question my trust as a friend. I'm afraid this whole affair has ended our friendship, and I'm not really sure if that upsets me or not. A real help to me over the last few weeks has been Lisa Loren. She has gone out of her way to bring me my work assignments and keep me up to date on work matters. Perhaps I am mistaken about her. She doesn't seem so bad, and she certainly is very attractive. Even Jen could learn something about being sexy from Lisa. I tell her about Jen waking up from her coma and she is genuinely concerned about how I feel about it. It's nice to talk to someone like her. She offers to buy me dinner so that we can talk about Jen and I agree to meet her later at Larry's Roadhouse. ---------------------------------------------------------------- When I meet her later she is dressed different, her business suit replaced by a clingy green dress that sets off her blue eyes real well. She is one beautiful woman and I find myself telling her things over dinner that I've only told to Jen. I don't tell about Jen's identity problem, I don't want rumors spreading around the office no matter how much I might trust Lisa. When we leave the restaurant she asks me to drive her home because her car's in the shop. I agree and on the way we have a few laughs and I feel much more relaxed than I have in a long time. When I walk her to her door she asks me in for a nightcap and when I beg off she moves in close and perching on her tiptoes, plants a long, hard, kiss on my lips. Now I'm not saying it was the best kiss I ever had, but it certainly ranked up there in the top ten. Without thinking, her soft feminine body is pressed tightly against me and I find myself wrapping my arms tightly around her. There isn't enough air for the two of us, so we share our mouths as we dart our tongues and mash our lips together in an age old dance. It's no excuse, I know, but being at Jen's bedside for two weeks has taken its toll on me and left me very vulnerable tonight. Perhaps Lisa is worrying just as much about Jen, because she seems to be just as vulnerable as I. Somehow we end up inside her door, and then inside her bedroom, and in what was a blink of the eye, I am now lying beside her naked body with my naked body. When I penetrate Lisa, at that moment I wanted to shout out to everyone, "See! This proves that I am a man and have always been one. Jennifer could never do this. She doesn't have the equipment. Lisa is willing and she is, oh, so sexy, and I show her again and again that night that I am all male. JENNIFER I know the 'shrink' is trying his best, but he won't believe when I tell him about Rob and I switching bodies. I know he sees it as some manifestation of my feminine insecurities and that I have a very strong case of 'penis envy.' I sure do. I envy my own penis, but now it's on Rob. Strangely enough, I like my vagina; even when I have been feeling my worst, my vagina gives me pleasure and makes me feel feminine even when my memories tell me otherwise. When, after a few months of thrice weekly sessions, the shrink doesn't make any significant headway, he insists that Rob and I see him together. I haven't seen much of Rob over the last month, and when he visits me he appears more distant. Often his looks seem to be accusing me of something, though I don't know what. Our first session together is hard to arrange, Rob insists that work is a bear right now, but today we are finally going to see the shrink, Dr. Walthers, together. I am in a hospital robe that to me appears non-gender specific. Rob had tried to get me to wear a beautiful satin wrap around that he had bought me for Christmas, but I insisted on the generic green shapeless cotton robe the hospital gives all patients. Rob is displeased. "Who wants to start?" the Dr. asks. "Before we start," Rob states, "I want Jennifer to put on another robe; she looks awful in that one." "You want me to wear that satin robe. I don't like it." "Why not, it's pretty." "I know it's pretty, but it's too feminine for me." "It's supposed to be feminine, you're a woman." I don't know where Rob gets off telling me what to wear. "I am not a woman," I shout, standing up facing him. Rob jumps to his feet, too, and his height towers over me, his bulk threatens me, and a feeling of vertigo washes suddenly over me. "You certainly look like a woman to me." I step back afraid, and crumple into my chair. I can't compete with his forcefulness, but I can't give in or I'll go back to that dark place again, and this time I may not come back. Instead, I whisper from my chair, "you know what I really am, or should I say was. I may look like a woman, but I'm not, any longer." The shrink intervenes at this point, "Tell me Rob, why is it so important that she wear the robe?" Rob is agitated by this question, and he looks at me with those accusing eyes again. "This is between me and Jen, we can't discuss it here." "Why not, everything you say to me is confidential. No one else will ever know." I am encouraged by the shrink's questions to Rob and I know I need to get it out in the open. If the doctor doesn't understand what I went through, he'll never figure out how to help me. "Doc, you know what I told you before, he doesn't like me telling anyone that I used to be Rob and he used to be Jennifer." Rob laughs awkwardly, and sarcastically replies, "That's a good one Jen, and then I guess that makes the Doc here your mother." I give him a withering look. What is wrong with Rob? He's acting like this is all just to hurt him. "You used to be Rob," the shrink asked, "does that mean that now you are Jennifer?" I feel so sad and so empty. Who am I really? "I guess you could say that this body is Jennifer's, but I'm not her." "Then you are Rob then?" the shrink urged me on. "No, somewhere I lost who I really was. A year ago I was Rob Hunter, former All -American football player, and up and coming studio exec. I was six foot six and I could bench press three hundred and fifty pounds. I felt like I could do almost anything I wanted to do. Both women and men responded to me, my superiors at work listened to what I said, and my subordinates tried to emulate me. I had a beautiful wife, a small but lovely home, and Jennifer and I were planning on having children in a few years." My voice dropped off as I started thinking sadly about what I had lost. "Go on," the shrink encouraged, but I see Rob holding his head. My voice is halting, and I'm shaking now as I proceed. "It all ended the day we met Madame Olga." "Madame Olga?" "She's a gypsy we met at a carnival who sold us a 'spell' that would help us see the others viewpoint. After we recited the spell, I ended up like this and Jennifer was in my body." Rob stands up and looks down at me. "Why are you making up such a story for the doctor? You only have to look at your body to see who you are, and who I am." His voice has risen, and his hulking form looms over me. I cringe back in my seat. "Sit down Rob!" The Doctor orders. "So what happened next?" "Well, we went back to Madame Olga and bought the return spell, but we couldn't use it for three days, so I had to be Jennifer for three days and she had to be me." "So you did return to your own bodies?" He asked. I'm wondering if he is just humoring me, or if he really believes what I am saying. "No, we didn't change back after three days, or after seven more." Rob gets up again, "that wasn't my fault; the spell didn't work!" He no sooner got it out than he realized what he had said. The doctor turns his head and looks at Rob pointedly, "You mean, you're now saying that you were switched by a spell?" "Tell him Rob," I demanded. Rob falls back into his seat. "Yeah, we were switched by a spell, but I tried to switch back, but the return spell wouldn't work." The doctor has a dazed look on his face. I guess he hadn't believed me after all. The question now is whether he believes we are both fruitcakes. He considers his notes a minute than looks up at us; his gaze wandering from Rob's to mine. He settles on me. "Is that where you ceased being Rob?" "No, only in the physical sense." "What do you mean?" he asked, and I saw Rob leaning forward, too, interested in what I was going to say. I consider my words. "I may have changed bodies, but my soul was the same. I still felt like Rob Hunter, even after being humiliated by Jennifer, in my body, for three days, and at the party at my boss's house. He," and I pointed at Rob, "took every opportunity to make me feel like the petite woman I appeared to be. He liked lording his size over me, and he liked using his size to force me to do things I didn't want to do." "Like sex, for one." "I never did that," Rob yells, "you liked everything that I did to you." I can feel my face turning red. "Yeah, I did like it, but sometimes I didn't want to do it, but you forced me to anyhow." "I only did to you what you did to me," Rob shouts back at me accusingly. "I wasn't right for doing it either. I thought we were supposed to learn from the switch, but we just went on making the same mistakes that the original body made." Rob is about to reply again, he is obviously worked up about what I'm saying, but the doctor calls him off. "This isn't getting us anywhere. What I want to know is," and he stared into my eyes, "when did you stop being Rob Hunter then. The doctor and Rob are both staring at me, and when I begin thinking about that fateful week, one year ago, I start to shake and sob. It's all too painful. I don't want to think about it again, and I find myself curling up into a ball on my chair. The doctor approaches me, taking my hand in his and holding it tight. It feels so good, and his soft words to me, of reassurance, are comforting. "What happened to Rob Hunter?" The doctor whispers in my ear. I try to speak, but my words are caught in my throat, and I'm choking on my tears. "I can't," is all I manage to get out. "I can't." "I know it's hard, but you must tell me." I look up at him, kneeling next to my chair, but tears are blinding me. "I can't," I insisted. "It hurts too much." "That's why you have to tell me. It will go on hurting unless you get it out." When I just continue my crying, the doctor lifts my chin with his hand and makes sure I am looking right at him. Still, I am more than surprised and quite a bit afraid when he yells in my face, "TELL ME." I couldn't hold it anymore. All the hurt I had felt for the last year seemed to be oozing out of my pores, rising in my gorge, and coming out my ears. "HE SPANKED ME!" I scream at the doctor. "He spanked you? And that is how you lost yourself?" I am still crying, but I'm beginning to see it all clear now. "It wasn't just the spanking, it was also what happened afterward, and what I did, or didn't do." Rob had moved his chair closer to mine, and he was leaning in close to hear what I was saying between my sobs. "What happened?" The doctor asked. "After the three days wait were up and I wanted to switch back, Rob wanted us to stay as we were for another week. She said that since I had insisted on trying the spell in the first place that she should have some say in when we switched back. She also told me that I could handle her mother better during the preparations for our wedding ceremony." My tears are beginning to abate, and my words are coming faster now. "When I had one too many fights with 'my' mother over the wedding I complained to Rob and threatened to cancel it. Well, he was a bit drunk and when I started yelling at him he pulled me over his knee and spanked me just like a little kid." I begin crying again, but I know I have to tell all. I look over at Rob, and he looks back with this terrible anguished countenance. ROB I am so sorry I spanked her. I was drunk after downing a few with Bob, and when Jennifer started yelling at me I just reacted. She was acting like a spoiled child, so I treated her like a spoiled child. Now Jen is sitting here crying, and telling everything to this doctor who we barely know. I'm both embarrassed and angry at her for putting me in this situation. Why couldn't she just adapt like I did? The doctor is speaking again. "What happened afterward?" Jen wipes her tears away and speaks with this weak little girl's voice, "After he spanked me he held me tight and apologized for what he had done, then he overwhelmed me again, with sex, not letting me be angry." The doctor pushes her on, "How did that make you feel?" "Helpless. First I was ignored about my feeling on the wedding, and then I was spanked when I tried to convince him of how hurt I was, then he wouldn't even let me be angry, and he used my weakness for sex with him to override all my objections." "So?" The doctor abruptly asked. "SO! Everything he did to me just made me feel more and more helpless. After the spanking, when he seduced me over my anger at him, I realized I wasn't strong enough to fight him anymore; that all my strength as Rob was all just a sham. The confidence I had, had been in my body and wasn't real. I knew then that if I ever went back to being Rob that I wouldn't be able to show the same confidence that I had. The helplessness, the impotence that I felt in that week as Jennifer would mark me for all to see. So when we finished the week and brought out the return spell, I never let Rob know that I had changed it so it wouldn't work. I knew I couldn't be happy, and I knew that he was, so I let him stay as Rob and I stayed as Jennifer, knowing that I could never go back to what I was again." I can't believe what she is saying. How could what I did in a moment of drunken rage affect her so much? I had to find out. "But Jen, I love you. I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted you to know how I felt when you treated me that way when you were Rob." She looked at me with those gorgeous baby blue eyes, filled with tears and screamed at me, "When did I ever spank you? When did I ever force you to have sex when you were mad at me? When did I ever show you that much lack of respect?" I'm dumbfounded. I hear hate in her words and in her face. "What do you want me to do? It's all been said and done and I can't take it back. Do you want to try the return spell again? Do you want to be Rob again?" Jen's shoulders seem to cave in, and her body crumples into the chair. She looks defeated and thoroughly sad. "I can't be Rob again, I told you, and I can't be Jennifer anymore either." "Then what do you want?" I demand. She looks me squarely in the eye and states flatly, "A divorce." ---------------------------------------------------------------- JENNIFER It isn't until I say the word 'divorce' that I really know that is what I want. I can never be Rob Hunter again, and being Jennifer Hunter makes me feel so weak and powerless. I guess as far as anyone else is concerned, I'll always be Jennifer, but I have to find out who I really am before I can be with someone else again. Rob isn't taking my asking for divorce very well. He has been ranting and raving for over fifteen minutes now and I'm getting sick of it. He keeps yelling that he won't give me a divorce, that I didn't know when I had it so good, and that I'd never find a man as good as him. It's only recently that I've realized that even though I loved him when he was Jennifer, I've never loved this Rob, and in fact I never really loved the parts of me, when I was Rob, that he displays now. I don't love the bully; I don't love the know it all; I don't love the egomaniac that refuses to give me any credit for his success; and I absolutely hate a man that manipulates me. ROB I can't believe she said that. Divorce! But I love her; I've always loved her, even when she was Rob. The things she claims took her identity away were things I liked about Jen when she was Rob. I liked when she took command of things; I liked when she seemed to have the answer to everything; I liked when she knew she was the best and wasn't afraid to say it; and I loved it when she would use her fantastic body to make me do what she wanted me to do. Why can't she love those same things? The doctor pulls me aside, after giving a sedative to Jennifer. She is resting peacefully when we leave her room. "Doc, what should I do about the divorce?" "There may be nothing you can do. She has undergone a massive trauma and seems to be barely holding it together. If this story she tells is true, then it explains a lot." "What?" "Let me explain a little to you Rob. A person's EGO is kind of like an artificial construct, or default mechanism that we base our everyday actions on. It is affected by genetics, environment, and how each of us reacts in that environment. Everybody has to have some power in their environment. Everyone finds a way of getting that power. For the old Rob it was his physical size and the strong personality that went with it and with you when you were Jennifer, it was your ability to use your beauty and attractiveness to manipulate those around you, especially the old Rob. When you switched, you retained your old ability to manipulate, and you continued to do so, but you also received Rob's strong body and the power that went with that. In other words, Rob, when he became Jennifer, was left with no power at all. Given time, she would have been able to manipulate you just as you did her, but when you used both those strengths against her it left her nothing to fall back on. She was totally powerless; impotent in other words, and it overwhelmed her so much that she felt that if she ever went back to being Rob that she would still feel that way. Every time you overrode her opinions, every time you saw through her attempts to manipulate you with sex and did the same to her, and every time you physically manhandled her, only exacerbated the feeling of impotency. I'm truly amazed that she hasn't broken down before this. "Are you telling me I'm at fault here? I wasn't trying to make her feel that way; I just thought I was having a little fun, showing her how I felt when I was in that body." "Only you can answer whether you are at fault or not, but if you take responsibility for what has happened between you and Jennifer, then you may well find a way to stay together." "What do you suggest, Doc?" "I think the two of you should go to a marriage counselor." "But won't we just be dealing with the same things we're dealing with you?" "These problems are out in the open now. The two of you have to work out an agreement where each of you has power in the relationship. A marriage isn't a dictatorship, and it isn't a democracy. It's a partnership where each person has to hold up there end of the deal, and each person can't be worried that their partner will try to usurp them or replace them." I feel suddenly guilty thinking about Lisa Loren. In fact I feel guilty about a lot of things. I have to do something to save our marriage. JENNIFER They think I took the sedatives, but I palm them and drink the water. When they leave the room I get my clothes on, grab my purse and slip out before the nurses find I am gone. Now, I am hitting the ATM machine, getting as much cash as I can. I realized something when I was telling my story to the doctor; I realized that I would never truly feel at peace ever again; that I would never find out who the real me is because he was stolen away a long time ago. There is only one thing left to do then, I want to make sure that this doesn't happen to anyone else. I'm going to find Madame Olga and I'm going to kill her, and after, I hope I'll have enough willpower to kill myself. ROB They just told us that Jennifer has left the hospital. Where would she go? I call her mother's house; she's not there. I call her friends, no success. The shrink suggests she may be looking for Madame Olga, to change back. I doubt it, but it's worth a try. I also contact a friend of mine who does investigations for the studio, and ask him to find Jennifer for me. He suggests immediately that we look for credit card purchases and asks if she had any cash on her when she left the hospital. I tell him no, and he suggests I contact the bank to see if she went there. I am frantic now, and when I walk in the apartment Lisa Loren takes this time to show up. I can't be bothered with her, and I tell her so. I tell her I only care about finding my wife. She screams at me that I should drop the worthless bitch; that she's just a wimp and isn't woman enough for me. She tries to seduce me, but I see now that she was doing this to me all along. It's funny, that when I was Jennifer I thought Rob would be susceptible to Lisa's charms, but it wasn't until I was in this body that I succumbed. JENNIFER I phone the state government offices in Sacramento trying to get a list of carnivals and fairs in the state. After an hour of run- arounds and dead ends I finally find a responsible person who promptly faxes a copy of all carnivals and fairs to a convenience store I designate. Madame Olga's carnival had been the traveling type, and though I know she might not still be traveling with it, it was my only lead. I guess I could take out a want ad asking for info about her, but I figure that would be a long shot, too. Strangely enough, I find that the carnival in question is right back where it had been the year before. I guess they travel on the same circuit every year. I hop in my car and make a beeline for the pawn shop section of town. When I ask about buying a handgun they all scoff, citing State and Federal laws, and advising me of the mandatory waiting period. Then I remember that I had bought a little 22 cal. handgun, about three years ago, for Jennifer's protection and peace of mind when I was away on business. She had been afraid of it and had stashed it away in our storage area in the garage. I have to be careful retrieving it because I don't want Rob seeing me. I know if he does that he will just talk me out of what I want to do and will end up taking me to bed, and I will enjoy it of course, that is until tomorrow when I wake up. Then I will be mad all over again. No! I am going to see this thing through. I pull my car down a side road near our house and approach it cautiously through the back yard. When I enter the garage I hear Rob and a female voice that seems slightly familiar. I push the door separating the garage from the kitchen, slightly ajar; enough to hear the voices more clearly. What I hear sears me to the bone. There is no mistaking the intimate comments that each makes to the other, and there is no mistaking the female voice as Lisa Loren. That bastard and that BITCH! I can't believe it! Jennifer had always sworn to me that she hated that woman, and now she is having an affair with her, behind my back. But then again, she is now Rob, and I can see how a man might fall victim to Lisa's blatant seduction attempts. Aw, fuck them both. They deserve each other. Still, it's a good thing that they both take off before I find the gun, because I don't know what I would do if they were still here. Okay, now I have the gun, and I know where the carnival is, so I walk back to my car to make the trip and end this for everyone. I start thinking that I should call work and let them know I'll be back, (I will still need a job after the divorce), and I should wear a disguise. It's all so silly, I realize. I'm not planning on doing anything after this except turn the gun on myself, so why do I have to make other plans. Perhaps I should write a note then? No, I've said all that I wanted to say to Rob. Except? Except? Except that I loved him when he was Jennifer, almost more than life itself, and I could love him as Rob if it wasn't for these terrible feelings I have inside. Maybe I should let him know that I don't hold him responsible. It was I that went to the carnival. It was I who insisted on seeing Madame Olga. It was I that insisted that we needed help understanding each other. It was I that had pulled the same domination games with Jennifer that she did with me when she became Rob. And finally, it was I who doctored the return spell. There's no going back now. My life is over, and I hope that Rob can get on with his life, though I hope he doesn't do it with Lisa. One piece of this whole puzzle wasn't my doing; Madame Olga. Maybe she thought it would be funny making the big asshole male a little pretty woman, or maybe she did this kind of thing to everyone. It certainly seemed that way when I went back there last year and saw that other couple arguing about switching bodies, too. She lied! She lied to me and to Jennifer last year. She said that we would learn what it was like for our spouse, but all I learned about was that I was empty inside, and that Rob Hunter didn't really need the switch to lose his balls; I never had them to begin with. ROB I am still shaking from the argument with Lisa and I feel so worried about Jennifer, that when I leave our house I forget to take my cell phone and I decide after going a few blocks that I need to have it in case Jen or the detective calls me. When I pull into the driveway I catch a glimpse of someone leaving our back yard, so I pull my car back out and circle around the block hoping to see who it is. I am overjoyed when I see it is Jen, and she's getting into her car that she's parked on a side street. I don't have a chance to cut her off, so I decide to follow her from a discrete distance, hoping I won't lose her again. I see she is going toward the coast, though these roads could lead anywhere here in California. Soon she turns off the main highway and takes a connecting road. I pass a sign saying Fairgrounds and I know where she is going. Sure enough, I see Jen's car pull into a large parking lot and I have to hurry before I lose her in the crowds. JENNIFER I'm starting to shake, and I don't know whether it is because I am going to kill Madame Olga, or because I'm excited about finally ending my pain. Either way, thinking about that ugly face of Madame Olga's helps me to stop shaking. I ask each carny I come across about the whereabouts of Madame Olga, and I notice a natural reticence in all of them to tell me about her. Each one gives me conflicting information, some leading me to believe that she is already dead, some telling me that she is in another carnival, and some telling me that she had gone straight and had been 'born again.' I don't believe any of it. I'm going to have to search every square inch of these fairgrounds for her and I'll find out for myself. Over near the main tent and past the animal cages I finally see a sign for Madame Olga. I look the tent over first, making sure there is no one else inside with her. I don't want to hurt anyone else. When I see the coast is clear I inhale deeply, grip the gun inside my purse, and walk inside the lion's den. "So, you have finally made it, Robert? Or should I say, Jennifer?" I'm surprised that she isn't surprised. I pull out the gun and point it at her. "I guess you weren't expecting this?" "You cannot surprise Madame Olga with anything. You are here to kill me. What have I done to you?" "You have stolen my life from me and now you are going to pay." "But if you do, you go to jail, right?" She pauses, waiting for an answer, and when I don't answer she gets this knowing look on her face that is suddenly replaced with sad lowered eyes. "I am not long for this world anyway, but for you to kill yourself, is wrong." I scream at her, "WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT IT, YOU UGLY OLD WOMAN? MY WHOLE LIFE IS WRONG! DON'T YOU SEE THAT WHEN YOU LIED TO US THAT YOU CHEATED US, AND BY CHEATING US YOU'VE ROBBED ME OF MY LIFE AS EITHER ROB OR JENNIFER." "It was you who made final choice. I not make you use wrong return spell. I sell you right spell," she accuses me. I speak more quietly now, wanting her to know how much she has hurt me. "Right, except by then I had no choice. Jennifer had become Rob and he had become this over domineering man and I hate to say it embarrassed me that I might have ever acted that way toward Jennifer. That's why I just went along with her, and the fact that she was just so good at either dominating me or manipulating me. I realized a long time later that a lot of the embarrassed feelings I was having was because Rob kept on bringing them up. When he was Jennifer he had learned so well how to manipulate me with guilt, that when I became Jennifer I never really had any chance against her. So here I am now, and I'm not Jennifer or Rob. I'm just this lonely frightened weak little girl and there's not one person out there who really cares for me as I am. ROB I lose Jennifer in the crowd, so I begin searching for both her and Madame Olga. When I ask a carny about Olga he gets really defensive and I can see that Jen has already talked to him. "Please," I beg him, "my wife is looking for Madame Olga and I'm afraid someone might get hurt." A worried look appears on his face and he reluctantly points me back toward the main tent. "Over near the tent," he says simply and I'm off, thanking him as I hurry on, hoping I will get there on time. I see a tent with Madame Olga's name on it and approach. I hear loud voices inside and though I cannot make out what they are saying, I immediately recognize Jennifer's voice. Then I hear Olga, too. "What about husband?" "Rob, don't make me laugh. The moment Jennifer became Rob and got a taste of the power he had over me, he loved it. There wasn't a moment of the day when he wasn't pushing my face into how I'd treated her, or making me feel like my opinions didn't matter, or making me feel like I was just a receptacle for his male organ, or a pretty decoration for his successful life. He can get any of a hundred women he knows to do the same thing. I can't do it anymore. That's why I'm here; I have to end it all right here." "You kill me, then?" I peak into the tent and see Jen lower the gun, "No, maybe you lied to us, and maybe I deserved the lies you gave us, I don't know. All I know is that I won't kill you; that will just cause more pain." I see Jen turn to leave. "What you do, now? You kill yourself?" "What's it to you? You've gotten your money from me, and you've gotten your entertainment from me and Rob. What else do you want?" "I help you." "How can you help me? I can't be Rob again, and I can't be Jennifer again so there's no one else left for me to be." "You can be ....YOU." "But who am I? I'm just a weak little woman that everybody, even my husband ignores. If it wasn't for my big tits and my pretty face Rob would have left me a long time ago." "What you talk about? You escape from hospital, you search for me, you evade husband, and you bring gun to kill me. This is not weak woman." "No, I'm a desperate woman. What's so strong about that?" "Everything... If you do that, you be strong other times, too. All last year you let Rob have his way. You even help him with work and take no credit." 'How did she know about that?' I wonder. I began creeping in the door flaps behind Jennifer, holding my finger to my lips gesturing for Madame Olga to not alert Jen. "What I say," Olga continued, "is you can be who you want to be. If you want, I even find another man to switch with you. No matter, when you not use return spell you think that you not have strength to be Rob again. You mistaken. It was not that you not be strong, it because you never grow up." I am surprised at that last remark and I try to listen more closely. Maybe Madame Olga is wiser than she looks. "What do you mean I never grew up?" Jen asked, offended. "You and Rob, both, never grow up. You used to getting way all the time. Rob, when Jennifer, used to mother making decisions. Both, not know how to be grown up." "But, I went through college and helped run a company." "Good skills you have, but college not teach you how to be married and how to love and college not teach you to be own best friend. You must be self first, then help husband." I was surprised when she took her gaze off of Jennifer then and raised it to me. Yeah, this beautiful vulnerable woman standing in front of me is the man that I swore love and obedience to for the rest of my life, and I had treated her like a toy. No -- like a child. What do I do now?" Jen asked Madame Olga. "You go home and you be strong. You be best person you can be." "But I told Rob that I was getting a divorce, and he's shacking up with that Lisa Loren bitch. He doesn't love me anymore." I can't take it anymore, I have to speak up. "I do so love you." Jennifer turns around startled. "I love you whether you are Jennifer or Rob or whether you are somebody else all together." I take her hand in my bigger hand, and she looks up at me with tears in her eyes, "I promised you when we married that I would always love you. I am sorry for what I did to you. I am sorry for spanking you, and I'm sorry I was weak and slept with Lisa Loren. Madame Olga's right, I haven't grown up yet, but I want to start growing up right now. Please, Jennifer, come home, we'll make it work, I know we can." Jennifer looks at me with those big blue eyes filled with tears, the gun at her side, and a myriad of emotions from anger and jealousy to fear and tenderness, flitting across her face like shadows. She is trying to speak but I can't wait, "Please Jen, come home." JENNIFER I look up into Rob's eyes and I see such concern and love. Can we ever be married again? Can I even live in the same house with this man who I've despised for the last year? Or did I despise him? Wasn't it really that I despised myself for being so weak? Was it really like Madame Olga said, that we were both still growing up? I hear Madame Olga clearing her throat behind me. "You love each other, I know this." She said it so simply yet so effectively. She is right, I do love Rob and I know that he loves me, so there really isn't any chance that I will answer differently than I do, though I see more than a little apprehension on Rob's face. "I love you, Rob!" I say through the tears, "Let's go home." ROB I know that things are not going to be easy, but I just can't see myself going through my life without Jennifer. After talking it over with Jen, she decides to stay as she is. After the last year she says she feels more at home as a woman and can't imagine being a man again. She also agrees to go back to school, and I agree to let my bosses know that she was responsible for many of the great ideas I'd had over the last year. I don't care if it undermines my position at work; Jen is the most important thing in my life. The best thing about our troubles has been that Jennifer has gotten a lot more aggressive in bed. Just last night she surprised me wearing a leather bustier and mask, and she insisted that I wear a little tutu. At first I was mortified, and tried to talk her out of it, but as she walked around the room smacking a riding crop in her hand I began to get very aroused. Sometimes now, we like to play at home that I am again Jennifer and she is again Rob. When she is Rob she has a very large cock that she keeps in her bottom drawer, and she is very adept at using it on me. To surprise her, I've also taken to our little play acting, and I've bought a whole wardrobe of women's clothes that fit my large male body. I like to wear the garter belt with stockings and heels, and nothing else. It brings back many good memories. Even our normal sex life has improved. We have both become so tuned in to each other that most times we cum at the same time. Jennifer starts school tomorrow, and she has made me promise that I will study along with her so that I will get the benefit of the classes I never took. JENNIFER I don't think I have ever been this happy. I started school and because I have taken all these classes before, they are all a snap. Unlike the last time I went through college, I don't have to play football this time. I am finding that I missed a lot of the college experience the first time around and I am now making up for lost time. It is so nice to use my mind and actually get credit for it, and I have been having so much fun talking politics, philosophy, music etc with my classmates. I have even more fun when I get home because even when we don't play our little domination games, I still like to dress sexy for my husband and I like to get him all worked up just before I leave for school, knowing that he will hard for me and thinking about me most of the day. By the time I get home, He'll do just about anything I ask him to. I decide not to use the return spell, though I have reserved the right to use it again some time in the future. Madame Olga has even slipped me a copy of the original switching spell so we can repeat our swapping over and over again. Maybe I'll let Rob have the babies while I go back to work. Whatever we decide, we'll decide together. Boy, this growing up sure can be difficult.