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The Inheritance By Xyzzy A young man inherits a very powerful mystical object. With a little help from his girlfriend, they experience a few trials and tribulations as they discover its uses and limits. But then again, they didn't do anything that you wouldn't do... wouldn't you? ..... "... to my nephew, Bradley, I leave my matching white gold Celtic rings." Referring to a rather substantial ledger, the estate executor added, "That will be box number 723". before continuing, "To my niece ..." "Damn, Aunt Grace was loaded. I was hoping for something a lot more than a couple of old rings, like maybe one of her manor houses. I really liked that castle she had in Scotland." I whispered to my girlfriend Cynthia, to which she silently shrugged and patted my hand. I listened to the executor drone on for another hour, well I didn't exactly listen, but I sat politely, before quietly slipping out with Cynthia. "They'll be at this for hours yet, what do you say we go get some lunch? When we come back, we can ask about box number 723. It's funny, I don't recall ever seeing Aunt Grace wearing a white gold ring. Oh well, Aunt G. was really cool, maybe it's better for me that I have a keepsake to remember her by instead of wealth, but wealth would have been good too." "Just be happy you knew her." Cynthia chided. "I only met her once, and I would have traded my entire family for her. You are one lucky guy." "Yeah, I guess you're right. Come on, let's ..." "Excuse me master Bradley." I nearly jumped out of my skin before I realized it was Old Jeffery, my aunt's butler. I never quite got use to Jeffery. He's older than dirt, but still manages to pop up silently at the strangest moments. He's downright spooky! "Your aunt left specific instructions that I deliver this to you personally." Jeffery said while extending an ornately carved wooden box with a yellow sticky note on it that said #723. Taking the box from Jeffery, I was struck by how unusual the box was. It was about the size of a shoe box, far larger than it needed to be to hold a couple of rings. It was made of a dark wood that I couldn't identify and the entire surface was intricately carved in Celtic knots. What's more, it had not one, but two bronze latches left and right of center. "She also left this for you", Jeffery intoned in a sort of creepy voice while holding out an envelope. Handing the box to Cynthia, I took the envelope. It simply said "Bradly" in Aunt G's distinctive handwriting. Inside was a short letter in my aunt's hand: "Dearest Bradley, I leave you my most precious possession. All of my other wealth pales in comparison to this box and its contents. Inside are two identical rings. When worn by two people, one becomes 'Master' and the other becomes 'Slave'. Which one is which is random, you can't determine it beforehand. I already tried marking them, it doesn't work. I also tried wearing both rings, that doesn't work either. The rings have limits, and need to be recharged by placing them back in the box. You'll know when this is required. I'm not going to tell you anything more about them because I'm not sure I ever learned their full capabilities. I will leave you to discover them. The last thing I'll say is that the rings are also very, very dangerous! Choose carefully those you share this with. P.S. No, I have not gone 'Dingy', as you will learn for yourself. Be Careful, Grace " "What in the world does ...", Brad started to say, but Jeffery was gone. "Did you see where Jeffery went?" "No, I was looking at the box" Cynthia said. "I'd have sworn he was standing there a moment ago. How could someone that old move so fast?" "Never mind, he always did that. It creeps me out." "So, do I get to see the rings after all this?" Cynthia asked. "Sure! Here, read aunt G's letter while I open the box." Brad said exchanging the letter for the box with Cynthia. Finishing the letter, Cynthia's only comment was, "Now I'm dying to see the mysterious rings." Unfortunately, she saw that Brad had still not managed to open the box. "It's stuck or something, the latches won't turn. I may have to break the box open." Brad said. "Oh, don't break that beautiful box! We'll work on it later. Let's get some lunch first." Cynthia suggested. ..... After lunch, we decided that there was no reason to go back to the reading of the Will. Instead we stuffed the strange box in the trunk along with all our other junk and drove the three hours back to our shared condo. After unpacking and showering, we sat at the kitchen table alternately trying to open the wooden box without breaking it. I turned the box upside down in frustration. "What's that?" Cynthia said, pointing to a faint circular pattern in the center of the base. With a little experimentation, I was able to rotate the center disk a quarter turn. With an audible click, the left and right thirds of the box sprang a fraction of an inch away from the center third. Returning the box to right side up, I tried turning the latches on each of the extended segments to no avail. Grasping the left and right pieces, I attempted to gently pulled them apart. To my surprise, they extended smoothly on a fine rigid rod and kept extending to the limit of my reach. "That's impossible!" Standing up and looking at the box pieces extending along the kitchen table. There was almost three feet of rigid rod extending both left and right from the center portion which was itself only about four inches across. Going to one side, I grabbed one end and motioned for Cynthia to take the other. Pulling gently, the rods extended to a full eight feet from end to end before clicking to a stop. "This is so not normal!" Cynthia exclaimed. "Tell me about it" I said before trying the latch on the box segment on my side. "It still doesn't open. Try yours." Cynthia tried the one on her side with the same non result. "Maybe you have to turn the latches together." Cynthia suggested. "Man this is so weird. OK, let's try it, but the latches are so far apart it's going to take both of us. On the count of three. One .. two .. three!" Brad counted and they both turned their latch. Without a sound, both left and right segments slowly opened their lids. Inside each segment was an identical white gold ring held snuggly in place amidst a brilliant night sky blue satin batting. Each ring was engraved with Celtic knots all along the outer surface. Extracting the ring from the segment on his side, Brad examined it before commenting to Cynthia. "It's a pretty ring, but it's huge. It way too big for me, or anyone I know for that matter. It's almost big enough that aunt Grace could have used it for a bracelet. Is the other one the same?" Cynthia extracted the ring from the box segment on her side and said, "Yes this one looks to be the same." Motion caught the corner of Cynthia's eye and she looked down at the table. This in turn prompted Brad to look as well. As they watched in amazement, the rods slowly and silently collapsed back into the center segment until with a click, it was once again a single wooden box with two open lids left and right of center. "I suppose I could always use them as napkin rings." Brad said as he slipped the ring on to demonstrate how comically large it was. Amazingly, the ring shrank as he slid it onto his finger until it fit perfectly. Amazed, he slid the ring off only to have it grow back to its original huge size. "That's impossible!" Cynthia exclaimed. "Let me try it!" Cynthia slipped the other huge ring on to her petite finger and in a smooth motion that couldn't quite be focused on, the ring shrank to fit as if it had been made for her. Removing the ring reversed the process and left her holding a huge ring. "That is so not normal!" Cynthia said to herself again. Seeing that Brad had slipped his ring on again, she did the same. Only this time, not only did the ring shrink to fit, it changed color to become a simple yellow gold wedding band without any engraving. "Brad! Look!" Cynthia said, holding out her hand. "Yeah, mine too!" Brad said holding his hand next to hers to display the matching plain yellow gold band on his finger. Cynthia grasped her ring to remove it, but suddenly it wouldn't come off over her knuckle. "It won't come off, It won't come off!" she panicked. "Relax, calm down, let me try mine." Brad said as he easily slipped his ring off. As the ring slid off Brad's finger, not only did his ring grow large again, but it turned back to engraved white gold. Looking back at her own hand, Cynthia saw that her ring was once again white gold and she was able to effortlessly remove it. "My aunt's letter said that the rings were master and slave. What do you suppose that means?" Brad wondered. "I don't know, but she also said to be careful with them. Surely that meant more than just getting them stuck?" Cynthia said. Shrugging, Brad once more slid the ring on and looked to Cynthia to do the same. Once again, the rings turned to plain yellow gold bands. Holding his hand up to examine the band for clues, he noticed that it seemed a little more snug than previously. Grasping the band, Brad found that now his wouldn't come off no matter how hard he tried. Cynthia grasped the ring she was wearing, and smoothly and easily slid it off. This resulted in a reciprocal effect that turned both rings white again, allowing Brad to slip his off as well. "As wild as this is, I don't see the point." Cynthia said. "I don't either. It's like they alternate getting stuck." Brad said as he slipped the ring on again. "So you think mine will be stuck this time?" Cynthia asked as she slipped hers on, once more turning both to plain yellow bands. Holding her hand up, she fiddled with the ring without removing it. "I think I could take this off. How's yours?" Brad tried removing his ring only to find it stuck tight again. "It's stuck!" he said. "You have to take yours off first." Holding her hand out, Cynthia declared, "I don't know, I think I like having a wedding band on my finger. More to the point, I like having a matching one on your finger. It says you belong to me." "Mmmm... in that case, maybe we should practice being married", Brad said, leaning over and nuzzling Cynthia's neck. "OK, I'll have a headache and you can take a cold shower", Cynthia giggled as she guided Brad's roving hands beneath her robe to her hardening nipples. 'Mmm that's feels nice', she thought as Brad slowly caressed her breasts. 'Except for those callus spots on his hands. Those are annoying'. No sooner had she thought about it, she no longer even noticed it. Brad's hands felt delightful against her breasts. In fact they felt really smooth and softer than she could ever recall. Sighing with delight, she relished his slow cupping and stroking, wanting it to last just a bit longer each time. 'Wow, Cynthia is really in the mood', Brad thought as he felt her nipples swell and harden under his slow ministrations. Making another pass with his hands it almost seemed that Cynthia's breasts were larger, they sure felt silky smooth, round, and firm. This thought ironically caused him to revel in the experience more while considering it less. It was but a couple of minutes until both had stripped one another of their clothes and Cynthia was guiding Brad to take her from behind as she bent forward over the kitchen table. 'Oh yes!' Cynthia thought as a slow pending eruption began to build. Followed a moment later by a frustrated 'Oh No!', as she heard Brad start making the noises that she knew heralded his own pending release. 'Damn it, not yet! She thought as Brad got louder and more energetic. Delightfully, despite Brad's distinctive warning noises, he kept going and going until she erupted, not once but three times. She was panting into a fourth as she thought, 'Oh God, Enough!', and they both exploded. Levering herself up somewhat shakily from the kitchen table, Cynthia slid her ring off and placed it back in the box, declaring "No wonder women want to get married, that was fabulous!" "If that's what marriage is like, sign me up!" Brad agreed as he slipped his ring off and returned it to the box. Retrieving their discarded clothing, the two of them scampered to the shower. By the time Cynthia got out, Brad was already stretched out on the bed and breathing in the deep regular pattern of sleep. Spooning herself up against Brad, she had barely relaxed in contentment before she too was out. ..... Brad awoke to watch as Cynthia was just putting on her bra. Clip it in front, rotate it around, slip on the shoulder straps, reposition the cups. An ordinary event, yet so enjoyable to watch. This morning though, it changed. This time Cynthia adjusted again, and again, and again before snorting in disgust and removing the bra and tossing it in the trash. "Anything wrong?" Brad asked as he got up to get dressed himself. "No, that bra didn't fit. I don't remember having one that was tight, it must have gotten mixed in with the laundry somehow. Would you mind bringing up the load in the dryer, the rest of my bra's are there." "Sure, no problem." Brad said, slipping on slacks and a polo shirt. Going downstairs, he dumped the dryer contents into the waiting plastic clothes basket, and snatched up the basket by the handles. "Ow!", he winced in pain as the plastic edges dug into his hands. He had to stop and reposition the basket three times in the short trip back to the bedroom. "We need to throw that basket out." Brad said as he set it down by the bedroom door and rubbed his abused hands. "Thanks hon" Cynthia said, snatching the basket up and carrying it over to her dresser. "What was that, throw what out?" "The basket." Brad said. "Why what's wrong with it?" she asked as she pawed through the contents and extracted a bra. "The handles are ..." Brad started to say. "Damn it!" Cynthia cursed throwing another bra toward the trash. This seemed like a time to make a strategic withdrawal. "I'm going to get some breakfast", Brad said to Cynthia, who obviously wasn't listening as she cursed yet another bra. Munching on the remains of his bagel, Brad looked up when Cynthia entered the kitchen. Cynthia was usually a pretty fashionable dresser, but she was wearing a baggy old sweatshirt. 'Wait a minute, I don't think she wearing a bra', Brad thought, as he caught the hint of extra bounce accompanying her walk. "Either all of my bra's have shrunk overnight, or my breasts are bigger." Cynthia declared. "Now how can that be possible?" "Water retention?" Brad suggested. "No, it's not water retention. This is impossible." Cynthia said. "Well what else could it be? Are you sure it's not your imagination?" Brad said. "It's not my imagination, and I have nine bra's to prove it. No, this impossible, now what other impossible things have happened recently." Cynthia said while quietly drumming her fingers on the closed box still sitting on the table. "The rings? You think the rings caused this? That's crazy! How could a couple of rings do something like that?" Brad questioned. "I don't know, but I also know that rings can't change their size and color either, but the did!" Cynthia insisted. "Either I have to buy all new bra's, which aren't cheap by the way, or we need to see if we can fix this. "Hey this is a good thing, why would you want to fix..." Brad trailed off to Cynthia's glare. "Alright, help me get this damned box open again." Repeating the strange opening procedure, Brad and Cynthia each slipped on one of the unusual rings. "Now what?" Brad asked. "I don't know." Cynthia said standing there in anticipation of something, but nothing was happening. Smoothing her sweatshirt against her chest so she could see better, Cynthia began gently feeling herself for size. Concentrating on trying to detect a change. Cynthia was so wrapped up in her efforts, she was completely oblivious to the inadvertent show she was providing and the effect it was having on Brad. All of a sudden, she did detect a change. Her breasts had begun to get even larger. They were noticeably growing beneath her hands as she tried to hold them in. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed as she struggled in vain to remove her ring. "Take the ring off! Take the ring off!" Cynthia called in a panic. By the time Brad had removed his ring so she could remove hers, Cynthia's sweatshirt was no longer baggy. If anything it was rather tight and prominently displayed her newly acquired full round assets in a most attention getting manner. "SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" Cynthia cursed. "Wow, you look great!" Brad said in awe. "God damn it! These things are huge! This is even worse, I can't ... Wait a minute! What did you say?" "I said you look great! Even in that sweatshirt, you're a knock out. I can't wait..." "Yeah yeah yeah!" Cynthia interrupted as she pondered Brad's comment. "That's got to be it." She said mostly to herself. "OK, I want to try this again, but be ready to take the ring off when I tell you." "Are you sure you want to do this? I don't understand how or why these rings are making your breasts grow, but clearly they are, and you're pretty hard to miss already." Brad said. For an answer, Cynthia slid a ring back on her finger and gestured for Brad to follow suite. As soon as the ring turned color, Cynthia checked to see if she could remove it, but once again it was stuck tight. "Quick, take off your ring!", she called. When her ring turned silver she said, "Put it back on!". "Make up your mind." Brad said as he slid his ring on again. Cynthia nodded in satisfaction to herself when she found that this time she could easily remove her ring if she chose to do so. "Now for the test", she said. Brad watched as Cynthia cupped her own breasts through the straining sweatshirt and like slowly deflating balloons, Cynthia's breasts receded as he watched until the sweatshirt was baggy once again. Laughing in delight, Cynthia grinned and once more her chest ballooned outward, swelling to even larger proportions before she giggled and swayed left and right setting her prodigious chest into a slow side-to-side pendulum wobble before miraculously shrinking back down, releasing a thoroughly abused and saggy sweatshirt. "That was amazing! This has a lot of possibilities" Brad said. "It sure does" Cynthia said. "We could ..." , but the sound of the doorbell interrupted Cynthia before she could finish. Brad answered the door to find their neighbor Stephanie. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything Bradley. Oh good, you're just doing housework." Stephanie said, looking past Brad at Cynthia with a dismissive glance at her sweatshirt. 'Now what?' Cynthia thought glaring, as she watched Stephanie standing eye to eye with Brad and so close she just barely avoided mashing herself up against him as she spoke. Stephanie had been trying to put the moves on Brad from the moment she found out that they were living together but not married. Brad insisted that it was Cynthia's imagination, but she knew better. "Stephanie says her computer is acting funny again, and wants me to look at it." Brad called to Cynthia. "Do you mind? It shouldn't take too long." "No, not all. You go ahead. I think maybe I'll get dressed and do some shopping" Cynthia said aloud, but that wasn't what she was thinking, 'Yeah Right! She was using her computer dressed in a tube top, skirt, and three inch heels? I don't think so.' Glancing back down from the top of the stairs, Cynthia caught Stephanie's smirk as they locked eyes momentarily. 'No definitely not my imagination'. Stephanie was considerably taller than her, even without heels, and had a remarkable ability to look down on her literally and figuratively in an infuriatingly dismissive manner. "Ahh Owwww", Cynthia cried in pain when her shoes suddenly pinched. It took a minute for Cynthia to realize that her shoes were killing her feet because the shoes were suddenly too small, or more correctly, that her feet were suddenly too big. 'What the...?'she thought, before it dawned on her that she was taller. 'Yes, shopping indeed!' she thought as she shrank back to her normal size. Getting dressed, Cynthia was having second thoughts about leaving Brad alone with that vixen. Brad wasn't one to cheat, but he was a guy and she knew the kind of affect Stephanie would have on him. "Nothing I can do about it now", she mumbled to herself as she went out, 'but he better keep his dick in his pants'. ..... Struggling with her load of shopping bags, Cynthia smiled to herself as she fumbled for her keys and mentally reviewed her shopping day. She had been having such fun, she way over spent. But it was such a kick to pick out something that caught her eye and just get it. She didn't even have to get clothes that fit because the rings would allow them to fit the clothes. She blushed when she considered some of the things she had purchased. She probably shouldn't have bought so much, but every time she thought about Brad in that vixen's clutches, she fumed and shopped some more. No sooner had she gotten the bags inside and bumped the door closed with her butt, than Brad came rushing out from the back. "Thank god you're back!" Brad exclaimed in a panic. "What? Is something wrong" "The rings!" Brad said holding up his hand for her to see his ring, as if that made any sense at all. "What about the rings?" "It... they... I... come into the bedroom." Brad sputtered. "Mmmm, that's exactly what I had in mind." Cynthia grinned. Dropping her bags at the foot of the bed, Cynthia sat down as Brad closed the bedroom door behind them, locked it, and looked all around as if he were expecting someone to be hiding somewhere. Apparently satisfied that no one else was around, Brad started to remove his pants. "No no, wait! I want to do something first" Cynthia said, jumping up and running into the master bath with one of her packages and closing the door. Quickly stripping, Cynthia smiled wickedly to herself and thought, 'This is going to knock his socks off'. First, she slipped into a red lace bustier, which was really easy because it was many sizes too large. Next, she stepped into the matching panties, which she had to hold in place so they wouldn't fall off. Lastly, she placed the large red pumps with four inch heels carefully on the floor and stepped into them, or more like on to them. She felt like a little girl playing dress up in her mother's shoes. Now, willing it to be so, she found herself slowly growing taller and taller until the shoes were a comfortable fit. Striding over to the mirror, she checked herself out. In these shoes, she was strikingly tall, not sure exactly how tall, but it felt intoxicating. "Take that Stephanie", she said to her mirror image. Next, she adjusted her panties by adding just a bit more swell to her ample bottom. Lastly, watching herself in the mirror, her breasts swelled outwards until the bustier was a perfect fit. Then, with a mischievous giggle, she swelled her breasts even more until they threatened to burst out of the bustier. 'Hmm, maybe a bit much', she thought and willed them to shrink down, but nothing happened. In a panic, she looked at the ring on her finger and saw that it was silver again. That's when she remembered the line from Brad's aunt's letter: 'The rings have limits, and need to be recharged by placing them back in the box.' 'That's OK, this will be a lot of fun while the rings recharge.' she thought, and opened the bathroom door. Brad stood and turned toward the door as it opened and his jaw dropped. Cynthia, it was Cynthia, moved toward him in long slow strides. Each step demanded his attention. Her heel stepped down with a little wobble of the ankle. His eyes swept up her long, long legs to her tight little panties, but couldn't linger there because he had to look higher in time to see the accompanying bounce and jiggle of her breasts before the whole show repeated with the next sensuous stride. All too soon, Cynthia was standing in front of him. Smiling, Cynthia gently lifted Brad's hanging jaw closed with her fingers, tilted his head upwards and kissed him. "From your reaction, I'm guessing you like it." She said as she reached down and pulled his shirt off over his head. Standing taller than Brad now, she delighted in how much easier it was to do that. Kissing him again, she reached down and began to unbuckle his pants. "No wait, I.. you..", Brad sputtered as he began to think again. "It's the rings silly. I thought you would like this. You certainly seemed to. What's wrong?" Cynthia asked. Turning to face away from Cynthia, Brad dropped his pants and stepped out of them. "This is what's wrong!" he said turning back around with a red face. Cynthia's hand flew to her mouth and she began to giggle. "Oh my, that's so precious!" she squeaked and snorted through her hand as she took in Brad's one inch erection barely poking out from between his legs. "This is not funny." Brad insisted. "You've apparently figured out the rings. How did this happen, and how do we fix this?" "I'm not sure exactly how it happened. I figured out that when you wear the master ring, you can make changes to yourself, like this" Cynthia said posing for effect. "I don't know how you ended up with your cute little wiener. It is cute you know." she said reaching out and foundling it with her thumb and finger." Brad gasped from Cynthia's groping of his tiny little penis before he could pull away. "So all I have to do is put on the master ring to fix this? "That's right. So you can relax. We'll get you fixed just as soon as the rings recharge." "Whoa whoa! What do you mean recharge?" "Uh, remember you aunt's letter? It said we would know when they needed to be recharged?" Holding out her ring finger for emphasis, Cynthia continued. "See? They've turned silver again and they've stopped working. I think we just need to put them back in the box to recharge." "You think!? I hope you're right!" Brad exclaimed as he struggled to remove his ring, but still couldn't get it off. "Hurry, take off your ring so we can charge them!" "Relax, we'll take care of that in a little bit." Cynthia said running her hand down the curve of Brad's bare back and onto his tight ass. She snorted in delight again as she watched Brad's mini-member bob up straighter in response to her touch. "Wouldn't you like to unwrap me first?" she purred into Brad's ear while pressing her enhanced breasts up against him. With a bit of assistance from Cynthia, Brad finally had her standing in nothing but heels. The added height of her heels made it more convenient for him to bury his face in her huge round breasts. One hand reached around to grasp her bottom and the other slowly stroked her soft inner thighs, migrating higher and higher with each stroke before finally reaching the apex. In a short time, Cynthia was huffing in a staccato of short explosive breaths. When her legs wobbled, Brad backed her up to the bed and laid her down. Forgetting his condition, Brad climbed on top as Cynthia spread her legs for him. As soon as Brad tried to mount, Cynthia began snickering. The more Brad tried, the more Cynthia snickered. Finally Brad gave up in frustrated defeat and just laid there. "Do you know what I've always wanted but was too embarrassed to ask?" Cynthia said quietly. "I've always wanted to watch you masturbate." "Yeah right. You're just saying that because I can't perform." Brad moped. "No really! I always have. I've even fantasized about it. Please, would you do that for me?" Cynthia purred. She could tell she was having an affect from the little throbs down below. Acceding to Cynthia's coaxing. Brad sat up at the side of the bed, and Cynthia rolled over onto her stomach with her head cupped in her hands to watch. Her back arched and her breasts thrusts forward, she was providing plenty of inspiration for Brad. Reaching down to grasp himself as he had done many times, Brad encountered a problem. He was so small, he couldn't even take hold of himself properly. He had to try alternative techniques before settling on thumb and forefinger. It was like learning to masturbate all over again. "Go on, go on. I want to watch." Cynthia chortled while skooching up close and giving Brad a little bite on his thigh. Tentatively at first, Brad began working his tiny erection. As intensity built, he instinctively put more wrist motion into his efforts and lost his objective. This repeated several more times with the same result. "Here. Let me help." Cynthia said, wiggling up even closer and taking Brad's tiny erection between her thumb and forefinger. With delicate little movements she watched in delight as Brad responded all out of proportion to her actions. At first she matched her little finger strokes to Brad's breathing pattern, speeding up as his breathing got faster. When Brads breathing began to go into a fast stutter, she suddenly changed her technique. She slowed way down, despite Brad's frustrated sounds, to sedate full length strokes. She brought her finger and thumb all the way up to meet at the tip, then slowly slid downward until her thumb and finger pressed into the base of Brad's groin before slowly sliding back up to the tip to repeat. 'This is so neat!' she thought as she saw that Brad's eyes were squeezed tightly shut and his breathing was becoming wildly erratic. Continuing her slow torture, Brad began to hyperventilate more and more until he suddenly heaved deeply and cried out. Cynthia felt little pulsations between her fingers. After the first little explosion, she was careful to aim up and back so everything landed on Brads stomach. There was a total of four little spurts, allowing her several attempts at targeting Brad's navel, but she missed every time. "That was neat!" Cynthia laughed. "I'm glad you liked it." Brad croaked, as he lay back exhausted. Shaking her head, "Men!" Cynthia exclaimed, as she slipped off her ring, then Brad's ring and took them to be recharged in the box. When she returned, Brad was snoring. ..... The next morning, Brad stumbled into the bathroom to take his shower. Cynthia was already standing at the sink wearing Brad's robe because hers was too small to fit her rather imposing physique. Trying to casually cover himself with his hand so it didn't look like he was covering himself, Brad padded naked and barefoot past Cynthia to the toilet. In passing, he noticed that he was barely taller than Cynthia even though she was also barefoot. Carefully holding himself so that he didn't pee on himself with his tiny penis, he hadn't quite finished when he heard Cynthia snorting and snickering. "This is not funny!" Brad complained. "Those damn rings better be able to fix this." he said, sliding the glass shower door closed behind him. Finishing adjusting the shower temperature, Brad glanced over to see that Cynthia had removed the robe. As soon as Brad looked her way, Cynthia pursed her lips and ran her hands up her stomach to her breasts where she fondled them as she did a slow rotating grind with her pelvis. In an instant, Brad's wee willy was poking out as he stood under the water. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, when she saw Brad start to reach for himself and stop, she blew him an air kiss, and with an exaggerated wiggle of her behind, turned and left Brad to his shower. 'That was so mean!' she thought to herself. 'And it was sooo FUN!' Cynthia watched Brad walk in with the box. His hair was still damp, she noted, and his slacks just didn't hang right. 'That's funny!' Cynthia chuckled quietly to herself. 'He's not well hung.' Snorting, Cynthia helped open the box, and retrieve the rings. "It looks like I have the master ring again." Cynthia said. "You know, I have some more outfits from yesterday. It seems like such a shame to waste the opportunity. Grabbing Brad's hand, she tugged him upstairs to the bedroom. "Tall, average, or petite?" Cynthia asked waving her hands down her front to indicate herself. "Your regular size." Brad said. "That would be petite." she said selecting out a couple of bags. "Naughty or slutty." She asked "Naughty." Brad said grinning as he got the idea. Selecting one bag, Cynthia disappeared into the bathroom. A short time later, she emerged pretty much her normal self, well almost. Her hair was now shoulder length, blonde, and styled in a sort of 60's Flip. She was wearing a simple off-whites dress with a pale pink and blue floral pattern, the kind a young lady might have worn to church in that time period. Completing the look, she wore white gloves that flared to lace at the wrist and her shoes were white flats. Had she actually gone to church like that in the 60's, her bouncing unrestrained bosom would have garnered looks of both lust and loathing from the congregation. "I already took the ring off and on until it wouldn't come off again. Now you have the master." she said, as she primly walked over to Brad and assisted him out of his pants. Looking down, she feigned a disappointed face. "Oh pooh!" she said in her best little girl voice while running one gloved finger along Brad's tiny erection "I thought they were bigger." Catching the game, Brad said, "It gets bigger. Wanna see?" With that, Brad's erection grew to about four inches. "Oh!" Cynthia squeaked in pretend surprise. "But is that all?" "Well let me see what I can do Miss." Brad said as his erection grew to eight inches. "That's so much better." Cynthia said in a sing-song voice while petting Brad's erection with her gloved hand as if it were a small animal. "But what ever is it good for?" "I'm not sure." Brad said pulling Cynthia in close. Casually stroking his hand down her back and onto her bottom, something seemed different. Nuzzling her neck, Brad slowly brought his hand up from her round bottom to the small of her back. 'Could it be?', he thought, shifting to nuzzle the other side of her neck. Brad eased his hand down to her waist and around her bottom, continuing down the back of her leg. He couldn't reach all the way to the dress hemline, so he bunched the dress up in his hand until he could slip his hand underneath. Slowly, Brad stroked up her bare leg until he reached the curve of her bottom. Smiling, 'I thought so', he caressed her bare little bottom.' The next few minutes went by in a flurry of discarded clothing in an increasing frenzy until at last, Brad and Cynthia lay exhausted in each others arms. Lazily running his fingers along Cynthia's belly, Brad encountered the curve of her breast and followed it up. Encountering her large erect nipple, he began idly playing. Cynthia smiled to herself in contented pleasure and brought her own hand up to take Brad's. Encountering a whole lot more breast than expected, she sat up with a start, "What the heck!?" She was shocked to discover the weight and swell of breasts that were much larger. "Holy!" she exclaimed, startling Brad from his sleepy state. "Wow, how did that happen?" Brad said, more impressed with the result than concerned. "I don't know! Wait let me try something." Checking that her ring was still gold, Cynthia concentrated on reducing her over sized mammaries to no avail. "I definitely did not do that, and I can't shrink them. Could the rings have random side effects?" "I don't know about side effects, but those are affecting me." Brad grinned. "Wait a minute! If I didn't do it, then... You try shrinking these down." Cynthia insisted to Brad. "If you can't do it, why should I be able to? Besides, I like them!" Brad grinned, but received only a glare in return. "All right", he gave in, willing that Cynthia's breasts shrink down, and amazingly, they did! "Oh my god! You can change me!" Cynthia exclaimed. "Cool!" Brad said looking at Cynthia with a grin. "Don't get any funny ideas!" Cynthia said nervously. The words were barely out of her mouth before her breasts were swelling larger again. This time they continued growing way past large to positively humongous, with nipples the size of cow teats. "STOP! STOP!", she yelled while trying to hold her own swelling breasts in with hands that would not span even halfway across her huge mounds. "GOD DAMN IT TO HELL! This is not funny!". "Sorry! I was just testing. I guess I got a little carried away." Brad laughed. "Hold still while I shrink them." "I can't do anything but hold them!" Cynthia complained. Fortunately, she could already feel these monstrosities shrinking. Very quickly they were down to a large but reasonable size. Deciding that a little extra endowment up top wouldn't be so bad, she said "OK, Stop!", but they were still shrinking beneath her hands. "Stop already, you've gone too far!" Before she could say anything more, her breasts had shrunken completely away. She was as flat chested as a young boy. Not even a hint remained. A training bra would be pointless apparel. "There!" Brad announced in a pleased voice. "You did this on purpose! Fix me back this instant!" Cynthia demanded. "Not just yet, I owe you one for what you did to me." "I didn't do it. At least I didn't intend to do it. It was an accident! This is not fair!" "Well, you do look odd in that big blonde 60's hair style with no chest to set it off. Alright, let me see if I can fix it." Cynthia felt her hair pull away from her neck and shoulders, but other than that, nothing. Getting up and going over to the mirror, she could see that she now had red hair cut in a very cute short bob, but she was still flat. "I like the hair, it looks good. But I want my breasts back right now!" "Did you notice that the hair color is complete?" Brad grinned? "Yes, you did a nice job with.... wait..." Bending over and looking at herself, Cynthia now saw that she was red below the waist as well. "Wow, it looks so natural." "I think it is." Brad said. "Alright, you've had your fun. Enough is enough. Change me back and take these cursed rings off before... Ah Shit!" Cynthia said holding up her ring hand as she spoke. Unfortunately the ring on her finger was now silver. Resigned to having to spend the rest of the day flat chested while the rings recharged. Cynthia slipped into some shorts and a stretch tee shirt. The fit was still good, if unflattering. Settling in for a quiet evening watching television. Cynthia was snuggled against Brad, his arm around her as they sat on the sofa. Periodically his hand would drift up to touch her barely discernible nipples through the shirt, and she'd slap his hand away. This only inspired chuckles and periodic repetitions. A little later, the door bell rang, interrupting the best part of a mediocre show. "Now who could that be?" Brad wondered as he got up to answer the door. Brad was most of the way to the door when it dawned on Cynthia. "No wait!' she yelled as she jumped up and ran full speed into the back bedroom. Listening carefully, she heard Brad answer the door. 'Great! It's Stephanie, just what I need right now!' She could tell who it was, but couldn't catch enough to understand what was being discussed. Hurriedly pulling off her shirt, she grabbed a bra from the dresser and looked around. "Sure, we'd love to! I had no idea you knew ..." Brad was saying. When he heard Cynthia enter the room. Turning to speak to her, Brad lost his train of thought when he saw her standing there in her silk robe with her arms crossed under her chest. Recovering, "...uh.. I didn't know you knew people in that social group. Hey hun, Stephanie invited us to a formal party at the Thorne estate; you know, the one on the coast road. She says it's some kind of big bash. She has four tickets and is offering us two. I know how much you like to dress up. Isn't that great?" "Oh, that sounds... uh... nice." Cynthia said a little short on enthusiasm, while continuing to stand back farther than was polite. Stephanie stared at Cynthia a moment before remembering what she was saying. "Here are the tickets, you should try to arrive between 3:00 and 3:30 in the afternoon. There will be music, dancing, and hors d'oeuvres until probably very late. It'll be so much more fun if you're there." she said looking directly into Brad's eyes. "Both of you, I mean. Until then, toodles." Brad closed the door and turned to Cynthia. "What?" "That woman is just trying to get you." "Nonsense! She's just being neighborly." Brad said putting his arm around Cynthia and escorting her back to the couch. "By the way, you're crooked." "What?" Cynthia said with a confused look. "You're crooked." Brad said grinning and pointing to her chest. Looking down, "CRAP!" Cynthia exclaimed, trying to push her breasts straight before growling in frustration and pulling the socks and tissues out of her otherwise empty bra. "I really don't like the idea of going to a big party with a bunch of people I don't know." Cynthia complained. "Oh come on, it'll be fun. Since it's dress-up, you can wear that black dress you look so good in. You know the backless one. I really like that one." Brad said. "If those rings aren't working by tomorrow, I'm not going anywhere. That little black dress was an unrealistic mistake. It's way too revealing, and requires someone stacked a whole lot more than I am to pull it off properly. Did you know that the one time I wore it, I actually had double-stick tape on to make sure the top stayed in place? There's no way I'm going to wear that. I'll find something else." "Once the rings are working again, we can fix it so the dress fits. You won't need tape." Brad encouraged. "Even if I wanted to, I don't have any appropriate shoes to go with the dress." "So go buy some tomorrow, there's time." "I'll sleep on it." Cynthia said. ..... Brad woke late the next morning. Making himself breakfast, he found a note on the refrigerator from Cynthia saying that she had gone out to try to find shoes. Most of the morning drifted by as Brad ate, read the paper, and took a shower before Cynthia returned with her shopping. "Did you find shoes?" "Maybe. They're not the right size, it'll depend on whether your magic rings will do what I want. By the way, what are you planning to wear?" Cynthia asked. "My tux, what else? It's hanging on the bathroom door. I can be dressed and ready to go in fifteen minutes. We have plenty of time to fool around with the rings." Brad said, wiggling his eyebrows. "We definitely will not both be ready in fifteen minutes. Let's get the rings and we'll see." Extracting the rings from the box, and placing them on their fingers, Cynthia was relieved to see the band change to gold. Checking it closely, she could tell that hers was removable. "I'm still not comfortable with going to this party, Stephanie is up to something." "I don't understand this obsession you have. Stephanie is just a friendly neighbor." "It's not an obsession, you just don't see her from the right perspective. Never mind, I have to get changed, and I do mean changed." Cynthia said in an irritated tone while taking her packages and heading into the bedroom. Nearly an hour later, Brad turned when he heard the bedroom door open. Expecting to see Cynthia in that delicious dress, he was momentarily confused when he saw himself standing there in a tuxedo. "Who... what... ah.. Cynthia?" He asked with trepidation. "Who else?" Cynthia said in Brad's voice. "I got to playing around with the ring, adjusting myself to fit the dress and shoes and stuff when I saw your tux hanging there. I guess I let some of my thoughts wander, and I sort of discovered that the ring could make far more substantial changes than we had realized. One thing lead to another, and voila!" "That's incredible, but what if the ring needs recharging and you get stuck like that. We can't have two of me running around!" Brad said. "True. But I was thinking. I really didn't want to go to this party, I'm only doing it because you do. As long as we're going, I thought it would be a whole lot more fun if I went as you. You said yourself that there's probably not going to be many people we know attending, so it seemed like the perfect opportunity. The chance to see life from the other side; wow, how cool is that? "Ignoring the fact that I'm not twins, and at least one person who will be there knows that, you're wearing my one and only tux. What am I supposed to wear?" "Well, since this was your idea, and you like that dress so much, I figured you could wear the dress." Cynthia smirked. "Very funny! I shudder to imagine what I'd look like in that dress, even if I could put it on. You know those rings have a limited charge to them. Stop fooling around before they wear out again. You need to make a body change and give me my clothes." Brad stated. "Exactly what I had in mind." Cynthia said with a huge grin. Brad's robe began bunching up onto the floor as everything grew larger, no he realized, he was shrinking. In moments, his underwear had dropped to his ankles. "Hey this... this... what..." he tried to say, but his voice kept getting higher and higher. He felt his waist shrink, his hips and butt expand, and his chest balloon outwards. Grabbing himself to support the unexpected weight, he found his hands to be quite small and his fingers slender and delicate." "I found some really cute shoes to go with the dress, but the only size they had was too small. I hope you don't mind. I had to make you a little shorter than my normal height so the shoes would fit. Don't worry, the heels will more than make up for the height difference. A little extra bust will fill out the dress nicely, if anything it will fit even better. As a matter of fact, with the shorter stature and increased bust, you'll be a knockout in that dress. Oh, I decided I liked the red hair you gave me, so I kept that, and the short style will give you less trouble. Well! Don't just stand there buried in a bathrobe! You need to shower and dress. It's going to take a while, we need to get you started. Fortunately I made sure that you won't have to shave your legs. You're already silky smooth." Brad's mouth formed a cute little 'Oh" as her big green eyes went wide in startlement. "You can't..." Brad started to say and point, but the sleeves of the robe flopped way down past her hands, making her look comical instead of commanding. "This is not funny!" Brad said in Cynthia's voice, if not quite in her speaking style. "I'm not a woman. I can't believe this!" "This will be fun!" Cynthia insisted. "I get to experience a little life from the male perspective, and you get to see what it's like to be a woman for a night, and for this evening, you are in fact a woman, at least physically. Mmmm, I can't wait to see you in a dress and heels. Oh wait, I didn't think, you're not used to heels. When women wear heels a lot, their Achilles tendons shorten and their instep strengthens. It makes it painful to wear flats or go barefoot, but heels become much more comfortable over time. Let's see if we can give you the benefit of that accommodation. The heels on the shoes I bought are four inches, but no one wears four inch heels all the time. Let's say that you've always worn two inch heels casually for day to day activities and three inch heels for work, five days a week during the day. That way you'll have the right muscles, tendons and calluses. I want this to be an interesting experience for both of us, not a painful one. I'm tempted by the idea of you having to deal with a period, but that would be mean. I'll specify that you be mid cycle. That way you'll be at your peak of energy and comfort, so you needn't worry about any female problems." "I don't want to be you." Brad complained in a petulant little voice. "Change me back this instant!" She squeaked, flopping the bathrobe around as she flailed her arms. "This is unacceptable.... Ah Shit!" Brad said, finally noticing that the hand Cynthia was holding out for display had a silver ring on it, not gold. "I may be stuck like this until tomorrow, but there is no way I'm putting on a dress and heels and going out in public." Brad said trying to cross her arms and look serious while still half buried in the comically large bathrobe. "Oh come on. Where's your sense of adventure? This is an opportunity of a lifetime for both of us, surely you don't want to spend it hiding here? Cynthia said in Brad's old vibrant voice. Seeing that Brad was still in a funk, Cynthia was about to try again when the door bell rang. Answering the door, Cynthia was momentarily confused to be looking slightly down on their neighbor, Stephanie. Cynthia was even more confused when Stephanie moved in uncomfortably close and said, "Why Bradley, you look good enough to eat in that tuxedo! I wasn't sure you were coming, so I just stopped in to check. I'm really looking forward to seeing you there. It should be the social event of the year." Stephanie finally looked away from Cynthia's eyes, thinking she was speaking with Brad, to see what she thought was Cynthia bundled in a giant bathrobe. "Oh, you're not going. That's a shame. Don't you worry about Bradley, I'll make sure he's not abandoned. You just rest and try to feel better. It will probably be a late night so there's no sense in waiting up. He'll be just fine!" Cynthia said with an emphasis on 'fine'. "Oh my, I have to dress. Later!" Stephanie called as she turned on her heels and flounced out. "You know, maybe you were right about Stephanie." Cynthia said. "That was nice of her to check up on us like that." Sighing, Cynthia continued. "Brad, I'm sorry for trying to push this little adventure on you. I guess this is sort of frightening for you. I mean suddenly finding yourself so much smaller. I do it everyday so I thought it would be no big deal for you to be me for just one night. I had no right to expect you to be able to handle that. I just didn't think, I'm sorry! You don't have to go to the party if you don't want to. We'll put the rings back to charge, you can relax around the house, and by the time you wake up tomorrow, I'll be back and we can return to normal." "What, you're still going?" Brad said in a high squeaky voice with striking green eyes wide in surprise. 'Oh my! Brad looks so cute. I never realized what I looked like to others.' Cynthia thought. "It'll be OK. Guys go to parties alone all the time, and for tonight, I'm a guy. This is an experience I can't pass up. I'll be back before you know it." Cynthia said, leaning down and giving Brad a kiss on the forehead. "Damn it damn it damn it! I can't believe this. I'm a woman! I'm a woman? Lot's of people are women." Brad mumbled to no one in particular. "I'm not injured. I'm not an invalid. I just happen to be female for the evening. Happens all the time. Yeah right!" Looking up at Cynthia, "Will... will... will you help me get dressed?" Brad blushed. "Sure!" Cynthia smiled. "Come on, you haven't lived until you've put on pantyhose." Cynthia said escorting Brad to the bedroom. ..... Cynthia made a left into the Thorne estate. Passing the stone entry, Brad was getting cold feet. "I changed my mind. I can't do this." Brad said nervously fidgeting in the passenger seat. "I can't go out in public looking like this. I'm practically naked. My shoulders are bare, my legs and feet are bare, my back is bare all the way down to the top of my butt. The tiny amount of clothing that you call a little black dress serves more to call attention than cover and blend. This is a formal party, I feel like I'm dressed for the beach or more like the bedroom." "Nonsense! Your legs aren't bare, you have on hose. Women aren't supposed to blend in, they dress to stand out. You are dressed appropriately, and you look great I might add. Although... your idea of the beach is a good one. Maybe we can do that tomorrow. You'd look great in a bikini." Cynthia chuckled as Brad silently glared. Cynthia pulled up to the valet, ran around to the passenger side and helped Brad out before new protests could manifest. "Keep your legs together, rotate both feet out at once, now use my hand for balance and stand." Cynthia whispered to Brad. "Now smooth the back of your dress and take my arm." Cynthia instructed. Escorting Brad into the party, Cynthia surreptitiously watched as Brad wobbled a bit on the heels and jiggled up top with each step. 'This was such a kick!' Cynthia thought. 'I'm tall and strong. I feel like I could take on the world, while Bradley gets to teeter around in those heels and still only barely reaches my nose. This is going to be a night to remember!' "I need a drink." Brad said. Releasing her clasp of Cynthia's arm, Brad signaled a passing server with a tray of drinks. Apparently the server didn't notice because he slowly walked on by without stopping. Chagrined, Brad spotted another server and began to, somewhat wobbly, tic- tack in her heels in that direction only to have the target drinks slowly wafted away despite her obvious signal to the server. "Allow me!" Cynthia said as he rejoined Brad. Spotting another server with a tray of drinks, Cynthia casually held up two fingers in the server's direction. Immediately, the server approached and presented the tray, allowing Cynthia to pluck two champagne glasses from the proffered tray and hand one to Brad. "Thank You!" Brad said quietly in a frustrated and insincere tone before quickly downing the glass of champagne. "Take it easy with the drinks", Cynthia said taking Brad's empty glass and setting it aside. "Although I can physically carry you out now, I have to live with the reputation you create this evening. We don't want to be an embarrassment for each other. Oh look! There's the mayor and his wife, let's go see if we can talk with them." "Where? I can't see anything but a milling wall of bodies." Brad complained. "I can't even stand on tiptoes to get a better view because I'm already standing on them. Damn, four inch heels and I'm still the shortest person I see." Spotting the stifled smirk on Cynthia's face, Brad continued, "I'm glad you seem to be enjoying this, but I don't find it the least bit amusing." "Hey, now you see what I deal with all the time. Come on, I'll get you there." Cynthia said grinning and presenting an arm for Brad to clasp. Deftly guiding their way through the crowd, Cynthia casually eased into the group discussion with the mayor. Mayor Snyder had worked his way into politics through the Teamsters. He was a big man and still in remarkable physical condition for his age. "Ah new victims!" The Mayor playfully announced when he noticed Cynthia and Brad. "Frank Snyder!", the mayor said introducing himself and sticking out his huge hand to Cynthia. Smiling, Cynthia softly clasped the Mayor's hand. Instead of the polite handshake Cynthia expected, the Mayor clamped down hard, looked Cynthia in the eyes, and held a crushing grip while waiting... and waiting. Seeing the stunned look on Cynthia's face, Brad placed her small hand lightly atop the frozen handshake. "Oh Brad's a big fan of yours Mr. Mayor, aren't you BRADLEY." Brad said while surreptitiously elbowing Cynthia. "Oh, uh.. Cy.. uh Brad. Brad Tyler. Big fan." Cynthia croaked out. Holding another few seconds, the Mayor released his power grip on Cynthia and turned his hand upwards to lightly capture Brad's small hand from below by the fingers. Brad tried to look the Mayor in the eyes but that was impossible, as the Mayor's eyes were looking considerably lower. "I'm uh Cynthia. Cynthia Lake." "I'm so pleased to meet you Cynthia Cynthia Lake." The Mayor said while slowly lifting Brad's hand high before bending forward enough to simultaneously kiss the back of Brad's captured hand while allowing the Mayor to stare almost directly down Brad's ample cleavage. "Very pleased indeed." The Mayor said straightening up while still retaining a hold on Brad's fingers with his right hand as the Mayor patted and stroked the top of Brad's hand with his left. "Janet Snyder!" The Mayor's wife said, thrusting her hand out towards Brad. A moment of awkwardness was resolved when the Mayor reluctantly released his two handed grip on Brad. This allowed Brad to briefly clasp and release the hand offered by the Mayor's wife. "So Brad, what's your view on the new urban vitalization project?" the Mayor said. Ironically the Mayor was not looking at Cynthia whom he pretended to address, rather he was blatantly looking at the real Brad, or at least parts of Brad. "Oh dear. Frank thinks everyone revels in politics." The Mayor's wife said. "Cynthia, have you seen the gardens from the back balcony? It's a lovely view and it rescues you from what is likely to be a painful political soliloquy. Alas, your unfortunate beau is trapped. Let me show you." So saying, Janet rather forcefully shepherded Brad away. The Mayor's wife was several inches taller than Brad, a generation older, and very confident. Smiling, waving, and shaking hands as she slowly moved through a throng of well wishers, Janet held the French doors open for Brad and closed them behind her when they both reached the solitude of the small balcony. "Not too chilly for you I hope." Janet said. "No, no it's fine." Brad lied. Standing out in the evening breeze with bare legs, 'stockings were worthless', a bare back, bare shoulders, and bare arms it was cold. Damn cold! Brad very much missed the comfortable warmth of a suit and jacket at that moment. Janet smiled at Brad's answer. She could clearly see Brad's nipples responding to the cold. "My husband can be rather single minded at times." She said while staring off into the gardens. "I was young once, I remember what it's like for you now." 'I seriously doubt that', Brad thought. "I don't begrudge you a little fun." Janet continued. "But I just wanted to make sure you understood that your tits and my husband had better not involve anything other than eye contact." "What?! I'm not..." Brad began. "Please, enjoy the view. It really is lovely." The Mayor's wife said as she closed the door behind her and left a flabbergasted Brad alone on the Balcony. Brad stood stunned until the chill of the evening air could no longer be ignored. 'How could she? ... Cynthia is not going to believe this.' Brad thought as she reached for the balcony door. 'What the?! The door's locked! That bitch locked the door! Great! Now what do I do?' Holding and rubbing her own arms for warmth, Brad waited for someone to notice her. She tried tapping on the glass. Oddly two older women talking nearby clearly saw her, but they turned away as if they hadn't. Frustrated and getting really cold, Brad was considering taking off one of her heels and using it to break the glass when she spotted Cynthia headed directly towards her. "What are you doing out here alone?" Cynthia said opening the doors. "The Mayor's wife returned and they wandered off shmoozing. When you didn't show up, I went looking for you." "I know this sounds crazy, but the Mayor's wife..." "Let me guess." Cynthia interrupted Brad's story. "She got you alone and ripped you a new one." "Yes! How did you know." "Are you kidding? I thought people were going to start shouting 'get a room' the way you and the Mayor were carrying on. So of course his wife took you out." "Why I..!" Brad sputtered. "I was trying to save your hand and my reputation. You limp-wristed your fingers into what was obviously a dominance handshake. If I hadn't acted, you would have embarrassed me terribly. Don't you know how to shake hands?" "Yes I know how to shake hands. That wasn't a handshake, he hurt me! On purpose!" Cynthia pouted. "Don't even try the poor little ole me routine. You're a guy and it just looks pathetic. You're also going to need handshake lessons or you're never going to survive the night." Brad said sighing and tugging Cynthia down an unoccupied side hall. Brad stuck out her hand to Cynthia. When Cynthia went to gently clasp Brad's hand, Brad clamped down as hard as she could on Cynthia's large fingers before they completed a full grip. "See, I've got your fingers smashed. That's the abusive controlling grip. It's tough to defend against. Your best bet is to keep your fingers tilted away until the base of your thumb meets your opponent and you can rotate in for a full palm to palm contact. Even then, you need to be ready to counter a sudden grab." "Oh this is ridiculous. It just a handshake not a wrestling match." Cynthia complained. "Just pay attention." Brad said releasing Cynthia's fingers and again holding forth her hand. Brad was pleased to see that this time Cynthia was careful to slide the thumb in and rotate to a full palm to palm contact as instructed. This part was a little harder as Brad's small hand could barely span Cynthia's palm enough to squeeze. Nevertheless Brad squeeze as hard as she could. "Why aren't you squeezing back? "It's OK, you're not hurting me." Cynthia said. "Maybe I'm not, but someone your size will. Even if they don't, a weak grip is perceived as effeminate. You need to match the force of the other person. Besides protecting yourself from injury, it asserts that you are not to be taken advantage of." "Like this?" Cynthia said clamping down on Brad. "Ahh! I said match the force, not break my hand." Brad yelped. "Sorry!" Cynthia rumbled. "The rest you'll have to learn as you go." Brad said while massaging her abused hand. "Yeah yeah. Come on. I hear music." Cynthia said and hustled Brad through a series of crowded rooms until the source of the music was located in the grand ballroom. A live band was playing mixed ballroom music while a dozen couples swirled about the sparsely populated dance floor. "Let's dance!" Cynthia said encouragingly to Brad. "You've always been a really good dancer, that's one of the things that attracted me to you." "While I appreciate the compliment, I'm not Fred Astaire. I don't think my skills include dancing backward, left-right reversed, and in heels." "Don't sell yourself short. Fred Astaire never did any of that stuff either, that was Ginger Rogers. Listen, they're starting a cha-cha. Except for the starting foot, it's the same. Come on Ginger!" Cynthia crowed while escorting Brad onto the dance floor with far more force than Brad could politely resist. Except for a brief false start, Brad found that it wasn't too difficult. Even the attempts to lead were no problem as Cynthia simply ignored the meager force and imposed a stronger lead that overrode Brad's mistakes. When the music ended, Brad applauded with everyone else, noticing that she had to hold her elbows wide and applaud carefully or else she jiggled. Before Brad could coax Cynthia off the dance floor, the music broke into a TANGO! In a flash, Cynthia