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SRU: The Ring of Change By Allen W. "Spells R Us? When did this open?" Mark thought. Hesitating for a moment in the doorway he decided to step inside. "Hi Mark." Said an old man wearing a bathrobe. "Uh...Hi." "I know exactly what you need." The man said reaching behind the counter. "I... uh... don't really need anything... I was just looking..." "Nonsense Mark!" Said the old man pulling out a little ornate ivory box covered in dust. "This is exactly what you need and it's truly one of the nicest things I have in the shop." "No really, I... how did you know my name?" "Come on Mark, don't be as dumb as you look!" The old man said blowing dust off the top of the box. "This is a magic shop and I am a wizard." "Right." Mark said and started backing away towards the exit. "Come on Mark, don't be a wimp. You want excitement and adventure; well this magical ring can help. With it you can change your appearance in any way you like." "That's the craziest thing I've ever heard." Mark said, but hesitated for a moment. "Some of the best things in life are Mark." The old man opened the box to reveal an ordinary appearing silver ring. Despite himself Mark gazed at the ring for a moment in wonder, but then he shook his head and then turned to leave. "Come on Mark, tell you what I am going to do, since you are 10 seconds away from leaving and since this ring needs a new home, I am going to give you the deal of a life time and give it to you for the unheard of price of two dollars." Mark turned back to look at the old man. He had thought that this guy was trying to scam him with some price tag of eight or ninety dollars, but then he thought that he probably had a thousand of those rings behind the counter and that they must have cost fifty cents each. "No Mark, it did NOT cost 50 cents! It is one of a kind and there is no way to put a price on what it can do." The old man said as if he had been reading Marks mind. Mark stepped up to the counter and looked at the plain silver band. Picking it up, he looked at it and thought that the ring alone was probably worth more than two dollars. "So how does it work?" Mark asked. "Just put it on and concentrate about what you want to change about your body and it will. It's as simple as that." Mark handed the old man two dollars and started to slide the ring onto his finger. He felt a small shock of electricity and a warm sensation in his hand as the ring snuggly fit onto his finger. "Now what?" Mark asked expectantly. "Now go home." The old man said. "When you get there just concentrate on what you would like to change and it will happen." Mark drove home to his one bedroom apartment. Being a shy twenty-five year old, he was always somewhat of a homebody and although he had an above average appearance, he never really thought of himself as attractive to the opposite sex. The whole way home he couldn't help but think of the ring and what he might be able to do with it. He knew it couldn't be real, but like buying a lottery ticket and imagining spending all the money you will never win, he was thinking of things he could do to his body. Going into his apartment, he paused when he caught sight of his next- door neighbor Erin coming out of her place. His heart skipped a beat, as it did every time he saw her. She was gorgeous. She was about 5'5", twenty-one years old with long blond hair, piercing green eyes, a firm sexy body, and what Mark thought were most likely C cup sized breasts. "Oh hi Mark." Erin said cheerfully. "Hi Erin. Off to the gym?" Mark said, but then felt stupid since it was obvious by the way she was dressed. She was wearing a tight form- fitting red v-necked top that hugged tightly onto to every curve that she had, but also showed off a good portion of her cleavage. She also wore a pair of tight black bike shorts, a pair of white socks and tennis shoes. "Yeah, I want to get to the gym and then I am off to Hawaii for ten days. The shuttle to the airport picks me up in three hours. Oh God, that reminds me, let me get you the extra key. I can't believe I almost forgot to give it to you. I really appreciate you taking care of Mr. Whiskers for me. You are a lifesaver." Erin was in and out of her apartment in under a minute. "Just give him a cup of food a day, change the water and clean the cat box every three days and that's all you have to do." "No problem." Mark said. "Thanks again. Enjoy the rest of your three day weekend." She said and was off. Mark watched her as she walked away for a moment, but didn't want to be caught staring, so he went inside. "God she is so hot." He thought. "And that shirt. It hugged every inch of her chest and the way it showed of her cleavage. She is so hot. I can't believe she only had the one modeling job. She should be working all the time." Mark opened a draw and pulled out a magazine. He flipped it open and it fell right to the page of an ad with an attractive blond woman wearing a bikini advertising sun tan lotion. He sat down on the couch and stared at the picture of Erin. Her piercing green eyes, her beautiful smile with her perfect teeth, the curve of her hips, her perky breasts and her gorgeous tan. Suddenly, Mark felt a strange tingling sensation and felt a moment of disorientation. He blinked a couple of times and then brought his hands up to his face. He rubbed his hands up and down on his face, which was suddenly starting to itch, but stopped when he felt the ring he wore brush against the tip of his nose. "Oh my God." Mark said in a panic, but his voice cracked as he spoke and by the time he said the last word, it had changed from a deep baritone to a mild alto. He stood up to rush to the bathroom mirror, but stumbled forward, tripping over his now overly large shoes and pants that were designed for someone who stood eight inches taller than he now was. Unable to catch his balance, Mark stumbled forward and fell to the floor. "What the fuck?" A clearly feminine voice said, but was ignored due to the pain that was shooting through Mark's chest, which had taken the brunt of the fall. Reflexively two hands grasped and massaged the injured areas until the blinding pain started to subside. With a sudden realization of what he had been messaging, Mark stumbled forward on his hands and knees towards the full-length mirrored closet doors. Long blond hair cascade down around his face and he already knew the shocking truth by the time he reached the mirror. In the reflection, he saw Erin, a frantic, half-terrified look on her face. The clothes she wore obviously didn't fit her. The t-shirt and jeans hung loosely on her body and her long, blond hair was a disheveled mess. Slowly Mark inched his way to the mirror and sat staring at his new reflection. "Hi." Mark said in Erin's voice. "The ring really works." He said looking down at his right hand. The ring had shrunk to fit his finger and had taken on a slightly more feminine appearance. Mark stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. "Hi... Erin." He said to himself. "This is too weird." But then Erin's reflection took on a devilish grin and he reached down and pulled the t-shirt over his head. "Oh Wow." The girls voice said as Mark looked at his topless reflection. "Oh baby!" He said as he brought his hands up to his breasts. He brought his fingers across the nipples that were already standing erect. He gently squeezed them and a sexual tingle shot through his body. A small moan escaped lips. "This can't be happening." But he quickly kicked off his shoes and pulled down his pants. He looked down past the valley of cleavage and saw his new womanhood. "I..." Was all he could think to say, looking at the place were his manhood should be. Standing up he pulled out a bathrobe from his closet and slipped it on. The magnitude of what had actually just happened suddenly hit him and in near shock he crawled into bed and within moments fell asleep. A knock on the door woke Mark up. Disorientated he climbed out of bed and started for the front door. "Just a minute!" He shouted, but then stopped when he heard the sound of his voice and then turned to the mirror where he caught sight of Erin wearing only his bathrobe. Freezing in place, Mark looked down at the ring he wore and realized what had happened wasn't a dream. Someone knocked on the door again. Mark quietly inched forward and stood on his tiptoes to peak through the peephole in the door. Mark saw Erin on the other side of the door and nearly screamed. "Mark are you in there?" He heard Erin's voice call from the other side of the door. "Oh shit." Mark thought. He frantically looked around and then thought of an idea. He concentrated on the ring and felt a funny tickle in his throat. "Test, test...1, 2, 3." He whispered and heard the sound of his own voice. "Hi Erin." Mark called out in his own voice. From the mirror he could still see Erin's sexy reflection. The robe he wore had fallen part way open and one breast was exposed, which Mark quickly covered. "Hey Mark, can you open the door?" "I... just got out of the shower and I'm not really decent right now. What's going on?" "I just need to ask you another favor." "Uh... ok. Hang on a minute." In a near panic, Mark started concentrating on his old body. Nothing happened for what seemed like an eternity, but then he suddenly grew eight inches taller and returned to his old appearance. Quickly adjusting his robe, he opened the door part way to see Erin standing on the other side of the door. "Hi Mark." Erin said smirking. "I've had a minor change of plans and won't be back for fourteen days. I talked to my parents and they are going to pick me up from the airport and I will staying down with them for another few days. Will you be able to look after Mr. Whiskers for a few more days?" "Sure can." Mark said nervously looking at Erin. "Oh thank you so much." She said relieved and then she got a devilish of a grin and whispered. "A minute ago I heard a girl's voice in there... are you in the middle of something?" Erin said grinning. "Uh yeah." Mark said not knowing what else to say. "That is so great." Erin said excitedly. "Can I meet her or is it a bad time?" "Uh..." Mark started to say, but was cut off by Erin. "Of course it's a bad time." she said looking at his bathrobe. "Sorry." "No, its ok, just give me a moment and I'll go get... uh... Tara." Mark said the first name that popped into his head. He closed the door and headed back into the bedroom. "Oh hell, why did I say that?" He thought. "What does she look like?" He suddenly panicked. "Have to think of someone." He quickly looked around and saw his DVD collection. He picked up American Pie 2 and started concentrating. He quickly shrank down to 5'5" again and long blond hair once again fell across his face. Throwing the robe off, he quickly snatched up the t-shirt and pulled it on. The bottom of the shirt fell just a few inches above his knees. He opened the door and stood face to face with Erin. She was smiling pleasantly at first, but then a look of shock came across her face as she realized who she was talking to. "Oh my God! You're Tara Reid, aren't you?" "No my names..." Mark suddenly realized that he had called his 'mystery girlfriend' Tara before he had realized who he was going to turn into. "Smith. Tara Smith. I know I look a lot like her... I get that all the time, but I'm not her. Really." Erin looked on at the girl who was obviously Tara Reid and who was doing a lousy job of lying about whom she really was. Erin just smiled. "Don't worry. Mark is a good friend of mine and I won't tell your secret. About time someone snatched him up... I knew someone would eventually, but I never thought it would be... well, it was nice meeting you 'Tara'." Erin said shaking Marks hand. "I think my rides here. Mark, I'll talk to you when I get back!" No answer. "I'll go get him." Mark said and rushed in to the bedroom and concentrated on his voice again. "Have a good trip." Marks voice called out from the bedroom. "See you when you get back." Mark hurried back into the living room and locked the front door. "I'll really have to think about what I am going to do with this before I do anything else." Mark said aloud in his own voice while looking at the reflection of Tara Reid in the mirror. Mark sat for five minutes trying to think of all the possibilities. He could become anyone. He picked up the DVD of American Pie and looked at the cover. He began to concentrate. "This one time... at band camp." A perfect duplicate of Alyson Hannigan said. He concentrated again. "Oh Jim...you are so naughty." A copy of Shannon Elizabeth said. He concentrated. "You know Jim... I was quite the ladies man in my day." Eugene Levy said and then continued. "This is amazing. I can be anyone. I wonder what else I can do?" He concentrated and returned to his own form. Then he took the robe off and looked at himself naked in the mirror. He concentrated and his body slowly changed. His slightly out of shape stomach reformed to washboard abs. His arms and shoulders became much more muscular and defined. "Look at me!" He said and his eyes changed from blue to green and his hair changed from brown to blond and then they changed back again. "I can change any little thing I want. This is fucking incredible." Mark grabbed the remote and turned the television on. Sitting down on the couch he decided to have some fun. He began flipping from one channel to another and would pause to concentrate on whatever appeared on the screen. He turned into Jim Belushi. Click. Then a news anchorman. Click. A middle-aged Asian man. Click. Eric Roberts with long hair. Click. An attractive Spanish woman. Click. A black newscaster on ESPN. Click. Tattoo from Fantasy Island. Click. An attractive blond woman from an infomercial. Click. Edward Norton from Fight Club. Click. Courtney Cox from Friends. Click. Barbara Eden from I Dream of Jeanie. Click. A nude redheaded woman from a porno. Mark stopped for a moment and watched the porno. The woman was in the throws of ecstasy, as an overly large male member trusts in and out of her. Mark watched as the woman, in the doggie style position, was climaxing. Mark felt himself becoming aroused as the woman continuously shrieked in pleasure. Mark's right hand slowly moved to his now moistened womanhood and gently touched it. A sexual tingle moved through his body and he began to experiment with his new sex. Slowly his left hand moved to one of his breasts and began to play with it. Becoming bolder, he slowly slid a finger into himself and he moaned with pleasure. The alien sensations quickly built up as he continued to pleasure himself, until at last an orgasmic wave burst through his body. Two identical orgasmic screams were occurring almost simultaneously in the room, one coming from Mark and the other coming from his duplicate on the television. After several more orgasms, Mark looked up to see that a new couple had replaced the ones he had originally been watching and they were now screwing like bunnies. Nearly exhausted, he reached over and turned off the television. "That was the most amazing..." He said as he stood in awe in front of the mirror, suddenly lost for words. "I wonder what it would be like with a guy." He said before he could stop himself. He then shuddered at the thought and shook his head to get the idea out of his head. His long red hair whipped back and forth. He concentrated and turned back to himself. "That's never going to happen." He said firmly looking at the mirror. He looked over at the clock that read six-thirty. He thought about changing into some really sexy guy and going to a bar and picking up a girl, but then stopped. "The ring doesn't do clothes, so he would have to be my same height and build." Mark said out loud. "And maybe I shouldn't go out just yet. I should play around with the ring a little more before I go out in public. And I guess I will have to buy some new clothes for any new body I..." Mark stopped mid thought and quickly got dressed. He rushed into the living room and grabbed Erin's apartment key. With in a minute he was in Erin's apartment. He started towards Erin's bedroom, but froze suddenly with a feeling of guilt. She had trusted him to look after her place while she was gone and here he was about to go through her things. Mark struggled with this dilemma for nearly a minute and turned to leave, but at the last minute turned back towards the bedroom. Mr. Whiskers scampered across the floor as he walked by. "OK, this is so wrong." He thought, as he looked around the room, afraid to open any draws. "Maybe this will make me feel a little better about it." Mark said as he concentrated on Erin and changed into her. He quickly removed his clothes. "Alright, now I don't have any choice, I have to find something to wear." Mark hesitantly reached for a draw, then stopped. "Of course, the hamper." He said then turned and saw a clothes hamper. Opening it, all he saw were the clothes that Erin had worn to the gym. "She must have done laundry before her trip." He thought as he pulled the clothes out. "Fuck it, I've got to wear something." He thought as he pulled on the tight bike shorts. They hugged snuggly to his tight round ass. He then fumbled with the sports top and pulled it on. It clung to the curves of his body, just the way it had with Erin's. He looked down and gasped at the sight of his own cleavage that was visible from his v- necked top. "Wow!" he said aloud in Erin's voice. "I'm a total babe!" Mark looked at the reflection in the mirror. The gorgeous blond with the erect nipples looked back. "This is fantastic, but what do I do now?" Mark walked around the apartment and stopped in the kitchen. "Maybe I'll have a drink and think about it." He thought as he pulled the cork from a half drunk bottle of White Zinfandel and poured it into a wine glass. "Hmmm, that's nice." He thought as he took a sip. "I've got this place to myself for two weeks and I can do whatever I want." Mark finished his glass of wine as he walked around the apartment looking at the various pictures on the wall of Erin with her family and friends. There was a picture of a younger looking Erin working at what looked like a construction site, with a man who Mark concluded for other pictures, was Erin's father. There were a couple pictures of them together with hard hats on working at various locations. "I guess Erin used to be a bit of a tomboy." Mark said a loud. "Wilson construction." Mark read off a sign in one of the pictures. "I guess that Erin's father must have own the company." Mark said staring at the father and daughter in the picture. Mark had a slight buzz and was feeling a little bit tipsy when he went into the bathroom. Standing in front of the toilet, Mark pulled down his pants. "Oh yeah." He remembered as he reached for his manhood. "Well, no point in sitting." He thought and concentrated on having a penis. Within a few seconds he was peeing standing up. After he had finished, he pulled his pants back up and washed his hands. "Yikes!" Mark said catching sight of the reflection of Erin with a large bulge in the front of her tight bike shorts. Mark quickly concentrated and the bulge in the mirror disappeared. Mark went back into the other room and filled up his wine glass. After another half glass of wine he wondered back into Erin's bedroom and started looking around. He slid open the top draw and looked at a verity of underwear. After twenty minutes he had looked through all of the draws and had quickly gone through all of the closets. "This looked the most interesting." Mark said aloud as he pulled some items from a draw he had found. "Erin must look so hot when she wears all this." He looked at the pile of clothes and smiled. "I'm getting wet just thinking about it." He quickly pulled the sports top over his head and slid off the bike shorts and threw them in the corner. "I wonder how this goes on?" He thought as he picked up the black bustier and started to put it on. He held it to his chest and fit Erin's large breasts in to the cups that fit them perfectly. He felt the bony material around his ribs as he pulled it tight and reached behind himself and struggled with the hook and eye closures. After about five minutes he was sure that he had gotten the last one fastened and then slid on a pair of g-string panties. His hands trembled as he slowly slid the thigh-high fishnet stocking on his right leg and then slid the second one on his left leg. Fumbling, he fastened the garter belts to the stockings. He picked up a black choker and fixed it snuggly around his neck. He slid on the long black satin gloves that slid up to his elbows and then reached down for the pair of six inch spiked high heels. Putting them on, he stood up and teetered for a moment. "With these on, I am almost up to my old height." He thought as he staggered towards the mirror. "Oh..." was all he was able to say when he saw himself in the mirror. He stared, looking himself up and down for several minutes. "Wow. I wish she would dress up this way for me." He thought as he walked back into the living room for his glass of wine. He took a sip. "Maybe I'll stay here tonight." He was thinking, when he heard what sounded like a key being slid into the front door and before he could react, the door swung open. "Who the hell... are... you?" Erin shouted at first in surprise, which quickly trailed off into bewilderment at the sight of her duplicate. "Oh my God, Erin... I... I" Mark said embarrassed. He quickly pulled off one high heel shoes and then the other one. "What's going on here?" A confused Erin said dropping her suitcase in the doorway. "Who... who are you?" "I'm... uh... Mark." Mark's cheeks turned crimson red and he wanted to just shrivel up and die right then. "How can you be Mark?" She said slowly approaching her twin. "It's a long story." Mark started. "Well, I think you had better tell me everything." Erin said. Mark explained everything to Erin. He only changed a few embarrassing details about his long standing crush he had on her, but other than that was completely honest about everything else that had happened. "So you can change to look like anyone you want?" She asked. "And body parts too." He said changing his head and voice back to his own. "Oh... my... god." Erin gasped, as she looked at the 'woman' who sat in front of her. The 'woman's' body was a perfect duplicate of her own and she was wearing her favorite sexy lingerie, but the head on top of the body was that of her next-door neighbor Mark. "Can you change back to normal please? I am freaking out with the whole 'your' head 'my' body thing." "I'll have to get undressed first. If I change back now I will rip up your... uh... clothes here, but wait just a second." Mark concentrated on changing his head. Suddenly his head was that of Tara Reid's. "Is that better?" Mark asked in Tara Reid's voice. "Much." Erin said. "But why did you turn into me?" "Well... uh." Mark started. "You were out of town and you had clothes I could change into. Wouldn't you have done the same?" "Probably." "Wait a minute. Why are you back?" Mark asked. "Oh weather patterns worsened and Hawaii is about to get a Typhoon, so they aren't flying any planes in for 24 to 48 hours." They sat for a few moments without saying anything. "I'm going to go change out of this and then change back to normal." Mark said getting up. "Wait just a second." Erin said getting up too. "I still have some things I want to ask you." "OK, but maybe I should change first." "No, don't just yet. I want to ask you a favor first. And I think you owe me big time." She said looking him up and down. Mark felt a tinge of guilt. "Ok! What can I do for you?" "Well, first off, change your face to look like mine again." Erin said and watched as Mark did so. For the next two hours Erin went over every inch of her duplicate's face and body with a fine-toothed comb and would then have Mark make the smallest, subtlest changes to every aspect of it. By the end of the second hour Mark was so mentally fatigued he could barley keep his eyes open. Groggily, he begged Erin for a break, but she just stared at him in awe. "You're perfect." She said in a reverent whisper. "I had you remove every single one of my imperfections." "What imperfections?" Mark said drowsily. "Small, insignificant things that only a camera lens can pick up mostly, but I know where every one of mine are. The little flaws that kept me from getting the good jobs." "I..." Mark yawned. "I never thought you had any flaws. You always seemed perfect to me." Mark said closing his eyes and resting his head on the couch. "That is so sweet." Erin said touched. But as she looked down at Mark who was quickly drifting of to sleep, she also felt a bit envious of the perfection that Mark's appearance now had over hers. "Mark?" "Uh?" Mark asked groggily. "Can I barrow the ring?" "Sure... sure you can." Mark said dreamily. "Can I barrow it right now?" Erin said leaning forward. "OK." He said pulling it off his finger and putting it into Erin's hand. "Now, just let me go to sleep." With that Mark closed his eyes and was fast asleep. Mark yawned and slowly sat up right on the couch. He set aside the comforter that Erin had covered him with during the night and gasped. "OH my god." He said putting his two delicate hands to his large breasts. "It wasn't a dream." He looked down at Erin's enhanced body still clad in the sexy lingerie and whistled. "Man! What a body. Even from this perspective." He said standing up and then started for the bathroom. "Nice!" He said when he saw his reflection in the mirror. "I'd like to do me right now." He thought to himself as he stepped up to the toilet. Sliding down the g-string he wore, he reflexively reached for his manhood and laughed when it wasn't there. "That's twice now." He laughed and then he concentrated on having a penis. He reached for it expecting it to appear, but nothing happened. He concentrated again and cupped his hands over his womanhood in an attempt to feel if there was any type of change occurring. A finger brushed against and slid partially into the soft, yielding flesh of his feminine sex. He quickly pulled his hand back in shock and then froze when he saw the ring was no longer on his finger. "Holy shit!" He said in alarm. "Where the fuck is it?" But then he remember the last instant before he had fallen asleep he had given it to Erin. "I am such an idiot." He said quickly pulling up the panties he wore and then he turned and ran to the front door. He swung in open and swiftly stepped over to his own front door. Thoughtless reaching for the door he had left unlocked the night before, he attempted to turn in, but found that it was now locked. "What the?" Mark said in surprise, which then quickly turned to anger as he pounded on the door. "Erin! Open up the door!" "Oh my god! Look at that!" A male voice said from behind Mark. "Hey Baby, if you're locked out you can stay at my place!" A second voice said. Mark spun around to see two guys ogling him. In an instant, Mark looked down at his own half naked female body, blushed profusely and he darted back in to Erin's apartment. "OH Fuck!" He groaned as he leaned against the closed door. Outside he could still hear the two guys who he had recognized from the apartment complex, still calling out to him. "Come on baby, come back out!" One laughed. "Dam! What a hottie!" The other said. "That was a prime piece of ass." The first one could be heard saying as the two walked away. "A prime piece of ass?" A frightened Mark whispered as he reached up and turned the lock to the deadbolt. "I got to change back!" Mark said as he scrambled into the bedroom to where he had left his clothes. "Gone? But my keys were in my pants." On the table by the bed he saw a phone and quickly dialed him own number, which rang and then went to an answering machine message. Mark hung up the phone and began pacing around the room. "Where is she?" He complained and continued walking around the apartment until finally he couldn't take it anymore. "Dam, I really got to pee." He said, as his bladder felt like it was about to burst. He rushed into the bathroom and tried to the pull the panties he wore down, but they got hung up where the garter belts met the stockings. He quickly unfastened them and slid his underwear down and sat down. "Oh god, that's better." He said as the pressure on his bladder was relieved. After he had finished in the bathroom, Mark went into the bedroom to change. He pulled off the long gloves and slipped off the stockings. He reached behind himself to unhook the hook and eye clasps, but had trouble unfastening them. He struggled for a time and tried in vain to pull the bustier over his head, it wouldn't slide over his large breasts, and then he tried sliding it down over his hips, but they were too wide for it to slid over. After some time he was able to remove the bustier and found some other clothes to wear. He found a sports bra, t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans, and started to get dressed. "These boobs seem bigger than they were yesterday." Mark thought as he squirmed into the sports bra. "Erin must have made me make them larger. I was so out of it by the end of the evening yesterday I didn't know what I was doing. I still can't believe I gave her the ring." After pulling on the tight pants and t-shirt Mark felt somewhat better. "Well, I am at least dressed a little more like a guy." Mark thought reluctantly as he looked in the mirror. "I really am prettier. All the little changes she made last night really added up. I still look like Erin, but... better? Is that possible?" Mark thought. He couldn't really define how he looked better, but he did. He stared at himself for some time, wishing he could touch the mirror image that he saw. The more he looked at her, the beautifier she appeared. On a scale of one to ten, she was a fifteen. "Oh my god." Mark thought. "I am getting so turned on by myself." He decided to get away from the mirror before he started to develop a Narcissus complex. The sound of a key in the front door caught Mark's attention and he hurried into the living room and let out a fearful shrike as he saw himself walk in the doorway. "Mark. Don't freak out. It's me Erin." The copy of Mark's male body said. "I was trying out the ring and wanted to see what it was like to be a guy. And since you had changed into me and put on my clothes, I figured turn about was fair play." "Yeah." Mark said still feeling a tinge of embarrassment. "This is so amazing. I had to go out and see how people would treat me differently. It was so weird. I went into a Home Depot and talked to some salesmen about power tools and not once got called 'Little Lady' or spoken to like I was some kind of mental defective, like when I use to go in there. And the whole time I was their talking to these guys they never once stared at my chest. They kept eye contact the whole time. It was great." "Really?" Mark said then looked down at his large breasts. "Uh, last night did you make these a little bigger?" "Just a touch, but that reminds me. I have to show you something. Come with me." Erin said walking into the bathroom. They both stood in the reflection of the mirror and Erin concentrated. With in seconds she looked exactly like Mark looked now, only she was still wearing the long pants and oversized male t-shirt. "I figured out how to work the ring so that I am now the prettier version of myself. I even set up an appointment with a new agent tomorrow after noon and I know she will sign me on the spot. And after that there will be no stopping my modeling career!" She said with a shinning smile as she through her arms around Mark and gave him a big kiss. Mark was surprised at first by the kiss, but then quickly responded. He felt himself quickly becoming aroused, when Erin suddenly pulled away. "Mark..." Erin whispered a sultry voice. "I want to make love to you." "OK." Mark said without hesitation. He tried to lean forward to kiss Erin, but she stopped him. "Not like this." She said then closed her eyes in concentration and began to grow. "Like this." She said now looking like Marks male body. Marks eyes snapped open in wide-eyed surprise. "What?" He said taking a step back. "It is so different being a guy." Erin said looking down at Mark. "And I want to see what it would be like to have sex as one." "No way." Mark snapped. "I want..." "Just here me out." Erin interrupted and then concentrated until she had changed back into her prettier self. "If you do this for me, when we change back I will rock your world in ways that you can't even imagine. When you are a man again, I will fulfill all of your sexual fantasy with this sexy body." She said leaning forward and began kissing Mark again. Mark gave into the kiss. "So what do you say?" Erin said breaking the erotic kiss. "Any fantasy I have?" Mark asked breathlessly, his eyes closed in ecstasy. Erin leaned forward and began nibbling on Marks earlobe. "Any." She whispered into his ear. "Alright." Mark whispered dreamily. The nibbling on Marks ear stopped for a moment, but then quickly resumed. Mark gasped as he felt a hand fondling his right breast. "Oh my..." Mark started to say, but suddenly a mouth was on his and a tongue was entering his mouth. He returned the passionate kiss, sharing his tongue with Erin's. Slowly his shirt was being inched up until it was pulled up over his breasts and the kiss was interrupted as the t-shirt was pulled over his head. Mark looked up at the tall male body that was throwing the shirt to the side and that was quickly pulling the sports bra over his head. "Erin must have shifted as some point." Mark thought confusedly as he looked up at his own male face looking lustfully back down at his. "Oh Mark, I want you so bad." Erin said pulling her own shirt off and tossing it carelessly to the side. She then raced forward and continued kissing Mark as a skillful hand played with Mark's left breast. Slowly she was leading Mark out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Mark felt a warm sexual desire building deep with in his being. His female body was quickly responding to Erin's manipulations. His tiny hands started to slide across the manly body that was formerly his own. Suddenly they were both tumbling backwards onto the bed and Erin quickly rolled on top of Mark and moved down and was sucking on Marks nipples. Mark moaned uncontrollably as Erin flicked her tongue across Mark's large sensitive breasts, until he felt an orgasm explode through his body. An orgasmic scream escaped Mark's lips and prolonged moan shortly followed as another orgasm quickly started to build within the center of Mark's being. Mark felt his belt being loosened and before he knew what was happening a hand had slid down the front of his pants. Teasingly the fingers touched him, only enough to arouse him further until a finger finally made contact with his clitoris and a sexual spark shot through Mark's body, releasing another massive orgasm which curled Mark's toes as he shrieked in uncontrollable pleasure. Mark's head was spinning as Erin quickly slid Mark pants off. Standing at the foot of the bed she leaned forward and slowly slid the g-string panties off of Mark. Mark's tossed his long disheveled blond hair to one side and lustfully looked up at Erin who was undoing her pants. Mark was so enraptured by the sensuality of what he was experiencing. As Erin removed the last of her clothing to reveal the large male member, the sight of it further aroused Mark. He suddenly didn't care that he was really a man on the inside. All he knew was that his female body wanted more and he wanted to give in to this desire. Sensing Marks desire, Erin leaned down and kissed him passionately. Without breaking the kiss, she scooted Mark back until they were both lying on the bed and she rolled Mark on top of her. She could feel his firm breasts pressing down on her manly chest. Instinctively her hips trust forward trying to drive her erect manhood in to Mark's quivering vagina. Mark suddenly felt his womanhood yielding and he felt himself being entered. Both Erin and Mark let out a gasp at the sexually alien experiences they were both feeling. Mark felt a strange emptiness within himself being fulfilled and Erin felt herself being fully engulfed. Mark leaned back and straddled Erin. Slowly lifting his weight onto his knees, he could feel Erin's erection moving within him. He gently began moving up and down, moaning as he did so. Erin moved her hands to Mark's breasts and she firmly fondled them as Mark continued to ride her. She reached forward and pulled the back of Mark's hair back and he let out a long moan of pleasure. Mark leaned forward and they kissed as he slowly eased his way off of her manhood. "Oh Mark, you are such a little slut." Erin said playfully as she got up on her knees. "Oh, but you like it don't you." Mark said giggling as she kissed him. Then Erin roughly turned him away from her and leaned him forward onto his hands and knees. Instantly understanding Mark spread his legs and Erin positioned herself behind Mark. Mark's vagina eagerly accepted the return of Erin's penis as it thrust into him. Erin reached forward and was fondling Mark's breasts as she continued her thrusting. "Oh god baby! Make me cum." Erin shouted. "Give it to me Erin." Mark moaned. "God...yes! Give me all of it!" "Oh... my... GOD!" Erin screamed as she thrust rapidly into Mark who began letting out an orgasmic scream of his own. "Oh... oh... OHHHH!" Mark panted as Erin continued thrusting inside him, until she finally gave a final, prolonged thrust and they both collapsed onto the bed. Neither said a word as they lay enjoying the afterglow of their amazing orgasms. "That was... fantastic." Mark eventually said after sometime. "Yes it was." Erin said smiling back at Mark as she brushed her hand across his cheek. "OH MY GOD!" Mark shouted when he caught sight of the ring on Erin's finger. Grabbing her hand and holding it, they both looked on as the silver ring gave off a translucent glow and then slowly vanished. "What just...?" Erin whispered in amazement as she looked at her now bare ring finger. "Noooo!" Mark screamed as he grabbed Erin's finger and felt the now vacant finger for some trace of the ring. "Where is it?" "I don't know?" Erin said and looked around the bed for the ring as if it had just dropped off her finger instead of vanishing. "What are we going to do now?" "I... I...?" Mark said grabbling at his large breasts in shock and vainly willing them away. After staring down at his naked body for a moment, he noticed that Erin was still scrambling around in the bed sheets in search of the missing ring. "No, No, No! Where is it?" Erin mumbled in vain as she pulled the bed sheets off the bed in near hysterics. "The store!" Mark suddenly shouted and leapt off the bed. He snatched up the piled of clothes that Erin had just pulled off of him. He grabbed the g-sting panties and started to pull them on. He grabbed the tight blue jeans and was pulling them on when he saw that Erin just sat staring at her hand. "Erin! Get dressed!" Mark barked as he fumbled with the sports bra. "What?" Erin said confused. "We're going to the store where I bought the ring. The..." Mark paused for a moment. "...Wizard there can help us change back." "Right!" Erin said suddenly with conviction as she quickly started pulling on Marks clothes. Mark still in a mad dash to get dressed was having trouble with the sports and finally gave up and threw it to the side and pulled on the t-shirt, just as Erin finished dressing. "Lets go! I'll drive!" Erin said decisively as she locked the door and took off running towards their parking spaces. Mark tried to sprint after her, but he instantly felt a sharp pain in his chest and saw that his breasts were bouncing around madly in protest. "Fucking things!" Mark grunted as he brought his hands up to hold them as he ran. Mark ran after Erin, who was quickly out distancing him, while holding both of his breasts all the way through the apartment complex. Erin was already in the car and had the engine running by the time Mark opened the door. They reached the mall in record time and raced in to the entrance, Mark still having to clutch his breasts as they ran. Several mall patrons stared at the gorgeous blond woman who ran through the mall with her hands firmly pressed against her chest. "Where is it?" Erin said to Mark who was now leading the way. "Right around this corner." Mark said as he turned the corner. "It's right..." Mark was going to say 'there', but there was no store 'there', only a sign that said 'space for lease'. For the next hour Mark and Erin walked through the entire mall twice checking to see if it was in a different location and they even questioned the store owns next to where Mark had said the store had been, but they never heard of a shop called Spells R' Us. When the Mark and Erin got back to their apartments, over an hour's worth of pent up rage was quickly released as the two started screaming accusations at one another. Mark screamed how Erin had lost the ring and now trapped him forever in the body of a woman, and Erin screamed how Mark had been a pervert to begin with and had stolen her life. The irrational screaming match continued to escalate until Erin told Mark to get out of her apartment, which he did. For the rest of the night Mark bitterly sulked in his apartment, while Erin fumed in hers. Both attempted in there own way to ignore what had happened and to pretend that they hadn't changed in any way. Mostly out of shock and a desire for normalcy, they each attempted to go through their nightly routine, but quickly found that it was impossible to pretend that nothing had happened. Erin had wanted to take a bath and forget her troubles, but she was instantly reminded by her reflection and also by the fact that she could no longer comfortably sprawl out in the bathtub. And Mark had tried to just watch television, but found that his hair kept falling into his into his face and that his boobs always seemed to be in the way of his arms. He'd cross his arms or reach for something and he would instantly be reminded of his change. There was an erotic scene in the movie he was watching and instead of feeling the usual erection that his brain knew as normal, he felt a strange glowie feeling in the pit of his stomach and he experienced a strange empty longing. Both went to sleep still angry and frustrated. The next day the two were forced to talk to one another when the obvious need for a change of clothing became apparent. After talking for a while they agreed that the only logical decision was for them to switch apartments and live in the one that was appropriate for the bodies they had. Mr. Whiskers moved with Erin. Once they started talking again they decided that the only choice each of them had was to live each other's life for now and hope that they could switch back some day. They spent the next several hours going over their lives, people they knew, family histories and responsibilities. Finally Erin helped Mark get ready for the meeting she had scheduled with the agent. Mark had at first insisted that they cancel the meeting, but Erin argued that this was a perfect test since she didn't know the agent and this was now going to be part of Mark's new career. He finally agreed and she helped him pick out what to wear and helped him get ready. She applied some makeup, not that any really seemed necessary with Mark's enhanced appearance. Reluctantly he finally left for the interview. Four months later Mark was now the newest sensation to hit the modeling world in years. In the past three months he had appeared on the cover of nearly every major magazine and had been getting a number of requests for screen tests from various movie studios. He had turned down appearing in Playboy and Hustler, but they continued to make ever increasingly tempting offers. Mark was having the time of his life traveling from one exotic location to another for photo shoots. He thought back to the first month after he and Erin had changed. How they had tried to 'be a couple' and date, but how they couldn't let go of their feelings of resentment that they each felt for one another. Eventually Mark decided to move out when it was apparent that his modeling career was taking off, but he made sure to take care of Erin by having his manager forward her twenty percent of whatever Mark made. The last time Mark had spoken to Erin was about a month ago and she was now happy with who she was. She had been using the money that Mark had given to start her own construction business. She had always been a bit of a tomboy, helping her father with his construction business until he finally decided to sell it. She had always felt if he had had a son instead of a daughter, he would have kept the business and passed it on to him before he passed away, thinking that it was probably to much work for 'daddy's little girl'. Now she had decided to start her own and find out if she could do it on her own. A dream she had always had, but couldn't follow because all the men she encountered always thought of her as incapable because she was an attractive woman. Mark had been surprised, and a little jealous, when he found out that Erin had started dating. He had briefly met her girlfriend Sally and she was amazed that her boyfriend knew a real life celebrity. Sally had told Mark that she hadn't believed him when he told her that he was friends with the supermodel who was on the cover of all the magazines. Mark just laughed at this. He tried to be really happy for Erin, but couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy that Erin was now at the beginnings of what appeared to be a happy relationship, while he was still alone. Mark did receive an uncomfortable amount of attention from men. He didn't like it at first, but finally came to terms with it as part of the price of his success and was now at times, starting to like it. Mark decided that it was time to move on with his life like Erin had moved on with hers. And with a little time he would find the happiness that he had searched for his whole life. The wizard watched his crystal ball and smiled a devilish grin. "Another satisfied customer." He mused. "But aren't they all?" He stood up and walked to the front of the store and opened up a large draw that contain a thousand or more silver rings. The wizard picked up one of the rings and gently put it into an ornate ivory box. Closing the box, he reached into a bag and sprinkled what appeared to be ordinary dust on top of the box and then put it behind the counter. The dust in the air made him sneeze once, then he began to drum the fingers of his left hand on the counter top and absentmindedly he scanned the people in the mall who were walking by. "Another day, another two dollars." He thought.