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The Switch By Mr. 20 Inch Biceps All I knew was I was a man that was about to have a baby. My own baby! But I get ahead of myself. I've had tits for almost a year now; and let me tell you having a set of your own is a hell of a lot different than drooling over some other bitch's nice rack! Yeah, I know I got an attitude; but I'm a female now and I'm entitled. You don't like it you can bite me! The contractions I've been having are getting closer together and it's almost time to go to the hospital. And I know women have been having babies for thousands of years but it's of no comfort to me at all. Like I said, I've only had tits for almost a year now. "Ouch!" Oh, never mind, I'm alright it was just another contraction. I've already called my wife at work. He's on his way here now and as soon as I see him I'm going to give him what for! I mean, really! I know when I got married I agreed to have kids; but this is ridiculous! It freaked me out when I first found out that I was pregnant. Of course it was shortly after my wife swapped bodies with me using the Medallion of Zulo. The shock of the switch was eventually overcome by our intense curiosity and we'd explored sex while inhabiting each others body. That was little over nine months ago. Now I can tell you that at least physically; men have it a lot easier in this world. As a man having experienced pregnancy first hand I can tell you I'd much rather toil away using my muscles to build the Great Pyramids of Egypt. I've been poked, prodded, x-rayed (ultra sound), blown up like a whale, had cramps, morning sickness, cravings, nasty mood swings, and my back hurts almost continuously. Oh, and did I forget to mention the near constant pressure on my bladder by the baby? I have to take a leak every five minutes! I can hardly wait to give my wife his body back; the baby factory! I missed my body. I missed standing up to take a leak. I missed being tall. My wife is all of five foot two; whereas my body is six foot one. I missed my penis. I missed sex as a man; thrusting my cock into what is now my vagina! As great as sex is for a woman, and it is; I missed mounting my wife and servicing him like the stud he married. I looked in the vanity mirror; my wife's pretty blonde looks reflected back at me. I eyed the cleavage of my breasts as I sat on the chair in our bedroom. The sweater I wore was big and baggy. 'I look like a sack of potatoes' I said to myself, as I cupped my breasts. Having breasts, like I said, was a lot different than ogling them from afar. The straps from the bra I had to wear as my tits grew due to the pregnancy dug into the tops of my shoulders. It's painful. I would much prefer to go without a bra but whenever Sheila caught me without a bra on...well let's just say it wasn't very pretty. It sure is weird getting your ass reamed by your own face and voice! And intimidating! Sheila is now a tall, athletically built man of one hundred and eighty eight pounds. And when I was him I was sure to get a workout in at least three times a week. So, yeah, Sheila's strong! And it doesn't seem to matter that I have to tow the line and keep his body in as good of shape as I possibly can while I'm pregnant; while he declares that working out is boring and refuses to go to the gym. So, yeah, I get a little depressed when I see him come home from the office and all he does is bitch about how uncomfortable wearing a man's suit and tie all day is. Granted it won't take much effort to get my body back into shape once I get it back. I've been working out long enough that my body will respond quickly. How infuriating! Doesn't he realize or give a shit? I just sigh and roll my eyes when I see my tailored shirts strain to contain his added weight. These past months have been pure hell; not only the fact that I'm stuck in this pregnant body, but I have to put up with his shitty behavior. Apparently he found the medallion at some garage sale and had put it on around what was once his female neck. Later that same day Sheila had gone back home and started to do the laundry. And to hear him tell it, somehow he morphed into me. It took all of about half an hour as Sheila stared into our bathroom mirror. I came home a few hours later to find an exact copy of myself sitting and crying at our dinning room table. "What the fuck?" I remember saying as I first caught sight of my doppelganger sitting at the table. He had on a pair of my blue jeans and nothing else. I noticed that he even had a small scar on his right upper arm. It was identical to mine! I at first felt like I was in some kind of dream or hallucination; but that feeling soon passed. "Who the fuck are you?" I asked him. "It's me, Sheila," he explained. I remember my stunned disbelief. "Yeah, right, and I'm your Fairy Godmother in disguise!" I said sarcastically. "Its true," he said with a blank look on his face. My face! "Where is Sheila, anyway?" I asked, she is usually home when I get here I thought to myself. If not she usually called me to let me know what was up. He turned to look at me coldly. He leaned forward a bit and grabbed some necklace that had been lying on the table top. "Here," he said, "put this on. You'll find out!" he added with a slight grin as he handed me the necklace. I looked at the necklace in his outstretched hand. It looked like a piece of junk jewelry as it dangled from his hand. My hand. I took it out of his hand and looked at it closely. "You're telling me that this is responsible for you looking like my twin?" I asked skeptically. My twin shrugged his copy of my shoulders and nodded his head. It sure was bizarre looking at and talking with myself like I was. I tossed the necklace onto the table. "Yeah, right," I replied pessimistically. "It's true, Honey!" I heard my own voice implore. I jerked my head in his direction and looked at him suddenly. "What did you just call me?" I snarled. "What?" he said with such an innocent look on my features. Shit, this was just too creepy! He had to be some sort of CIA agent going undercover or something I thought. That was the only thing that could explain it. They got some guy who was built like me and maybe even looked a little bit like me. And then plastic surgery did the rest. But the scar on his right bicep bothered me. Had technology progressed to the point that a doctor could duplicate a jagged scar? And where was my wife? "Listen asshole, I don't know who the fuck you are; but I'm not buying it!" I hollered. "Honey, please!" I heard my own voice whine. I exploded. "Don't you call me 'honey'! I want you to get the hell out of my house right now! I don't need whatever it is you're selling!" The man I had been confronting so harshly bolted up from his seat and stared me down. I could see the muscles tense in his torso as his hands made fists. "It's me, Sam, what do I have to do to prove it to you?" he shouted as he raised a clenched fist up towards my face. "Look, I already told you I want you to leave! Now, get out!" The man staring at me started to shake bodily and he collapsed back down onto his chair. "But I don't have anywhere to go!" he cried. "Like I should give a shit!" I remarked. Tears started to fall down his face as I stood there looking at him. His eyes got that inward stare look to them as I continued to watch him. I couldn't believe it. The man was actually crying in my dinning room. I truly didn't know what to do. Call the police, and tell them what? They wouldn't believe me if I tried to tell them the truth. Besides, like I said, I still was thinking he was someone working for the CIA. I also thought it a strange way to introduce himself and possibly take my place. But then again what did I know of how the CIA operates? "Just go!" I said finally. The man sighed heavily but did not look at me at least not right away. Finally he turned and looked at me. "I'll go, if you put on the necklace?" he said. I thought it rather stupid of him to request such a thing, frankly. But I finally relented; I wanted him gone. So I picked up the necklace and put it around my neck. It didn't have a very long chain on it so it was fairly high on my chest. "There," I said, "I put on your stupid fucking necklace! Now get the fuck out!" "Wait a minute," he said, and quickly got up and went out of the room. I started to get nervous. Could you really blame me? What would you do in my place? "Hey, come back here!" I shouted as I began to follow him out of the dinning room. I found him in my bedroom opening up one of our dresser drawers. He seemed to be frantically looking for something. "Hey, stop that!" I cried as he continued to rustle through my wife's belongings. He stopped momentarily and stood up erect. He pulled out one of my wife's bras in a hand. "This will just have to do!" he exclaimed as he approached me. My twin took a few steps and grabbed the medallion from where it rested on my chest. I watched in confusion as he quickly brought Sheila's bra up to it and touched the medallion to it. I immediately felt a tingling sensation throughout my body; like some kind of electrical shock. It lasted only a second or two and was gone. "What the hell was that?" I shouted as I stood in my bedroom staring face to face with myself. "You'll see..." he said with a smug look on his features. He took the few steps that it was to our bed and sat down on it. "You'll see." I started to feel kind of funny; I can't really explain it. I started to notice my vantage point in the room was starting to get lower; things around me seemed somehow closer to my eye level; that's when I turned and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was shrinking! My suit coat looked baggy on me and the collar of my shirt way too large. "What the fuck is happening to me?" I asked him in a barely audible voice. "You'll see," he repeated once again in a tone that somehow told me to be patient and watch. I did watch as I continued to shrink from my former six foot one height down to my wife's five two. I was also awe struck as I watched my shoulders narrow; my hair suddenly grows down past my shoulders and the bones in my face start to shift. I'd have to say the shrinking and shifting of my bones was the most painful; especially when my hip bones widened! But what walked away with the cake was when I started to feel pressure on my chest as two large female breasts started to grow. I quickly removed my suit coat and turned towards the mirror. I gasped in astonishment as the 38C's that my wife usually possessed continued to develop on my chest. I screamed I'm sure, but I don't really remember it, when I felt my manhood being pulled up inside my abdomen. I grabbed at my groin but felt no bulge. "I think what you're looking for is over here," I heard a male voice say. I looked over at the bed and my twin had his hand on the bulge in his jeans. I looked up at his face and the expression was one of empathy mixed with a little humor. I jerked my head back around towards the mirror. My body had finished morphing and I now looked like a carbon copy of my wife Sheila wearing one of my suits that was way too big for her! I think that's when I passed out; at least that's what Sheila tells me. It took him a while to get me to wake up too. It definitely felt like some kind of hallucination. Yes, that's what I told myself when I finally woke up; that it was a hallucination. Of course that all went down the drain when Sheila walked in and said hello in my body! I whimpered softly in response and looked down at my protruding chest. Somehow I ended up on the bed; I figure Sheila must have picked me up and put me there because I sure as hell don't remember crawling onto the bed. "You okay?" I heard my voice ask me. I nodded rather quickly and silently with my eyes as wide as saucers I'm sure. I rolled over onto my side and sat up on the bed. And all the while I felt my large breasts move about on my chest with each and every movement. They felt foreign; like two sacks of 'Jell-O' hanging from my chest. I poked a breast with a finger. They felt squishy and oh so very real. My white dress shirt strained to contain the orbs of flesh that had now made themselves at home on my chest. I looked at Sheila towering over me as he looked down at me from his superior height. "Sheila...?" I asked still somewhat dazed. He nodded his head. "I tried to tell you, Sam," he finally added with a somber look on his copy of my face. "Yeah, I know, I believe you now unfortunately," I responded in a higher voice than I was accustomed to. So that was how I became Sheila and he became Sam. Like I said, after we got over the shock of the transformations we did what any other red blooded human beings would do; we explored our new bodies. I forget how long we were in bed that first day but it was something I will never forget as I softly touched my own body in ways that I used to touch my wife. Sheila's fascination with his new organ grew as it did! Of course it was quite automatic as his arousal grew and he fondled my new breasts. I suddenly knew what it was like to be a woman and get hot and wet down there! And where I normally felt a longing to penetrate; I suddenly felt a need to fill a void - with his cock! Jesus! Did it ever look bigger from this point of view! It got so stiff and a reddish purple in color that I knew he had to have release. And soon! It felt very odd to say the least to touch it; and to not feel it being touched. Sheila moaned slowly as I continued to play with his penis. His big hands found my tits and massaged them until my nipples were erect and screaming to be sucked. Sheila somehow must have read my mind because that is exactly what he started to do. My mind went wild and I squealed as a woman for the very first time! My hand let go of his erector set and my legs opened wide. We started to kiss each other madly and it seemed to be the same somehow; but then again it was the same two pairs of lips meeting as always. My arms went up around his shoulders and my hands ran over the muscles of his broad back. I remember remarking to myself how very hard his body seemed to be to my sensitive touch. I smiled to myself; I'd kept my- now his body in very good shape. Sheila started to kiss my chest again and my hands found his manhood again. It didn't take us long to lose our virginity all over again! Sex as a woman can not compare to what it feels like for a man. I felt wave after wave of wonderful sensations. Sheila quickened his pace as he pumped his penis into my vagina. My legs wrapped themselves around his body as he brought me to my first orgasm as a woman. I'm sure I never experienced euphoria like this before as a man. And Sheila kept pumping and grunting as he continued to fuck me. He alternated the speed and depth as he plunged his new tool into my sugar walls. I felt the muscles in my vagina contract and tighten around his penis as he slowed and nearly pulled himself completely out of me. "Don't stop!" I screamed. "Please, don't stop!" I heard him chuckle softly as he kissed my lips and plunged his pole into me deeper still. I was impressed with Sheila's stamina. He managed to give me several orgasms before he finally shot his load into me with a shudder. His breathing became ragged and he collapsed slowly on top of me. I didn't mind. I knew exactly what it was he was feeling after experiencing the male body's equivalent of the Universe's Big Bang! "Before you drift off," I said, "I'd appreciate it if you would roll over onto your side of the bed, Sheila." I heard him murmur something unintelligible as he lifted his head off my chest. He smiled at me wanly and he began to roll off of me. I felt his now flaccid penis pull out of my vagina with a slurping sound. The bed bounced with the shifting of his weight and momentarily he was resting with his eyes closed. I smiled as I looked at him laying there in the bed beside me. 'The poor thing,' I thought, 'he can't help it!' And I knew at the same moment how a woman felt after such intense lovemaking. Alone. So we had fun that first weekend as each other. I played a lot with my new tits and Sam learned how to masturbate as a man. It came as quite a revelation to him just how insistent that the male organ can be. And I learned just what it was like to make myself available to him for sex when I wasn't necessarily in the mood. The glow of sex stays with me much, much longer as a woman than it ever did as a man. I'm not quite sure why that is; perhaps it has something to do with the male biological imperative to spread his seed far and wide as possible. For a brief period; before I got pregnant that is, I felt content. That first weekend in between our lovemaking we discovered information on the internet about the necklace. It is called the Medallion of Zulu and it has a long history and is a powerful amulet for only one thing: Changing ones form. We also discovered that if we waited for twelve hours we could change ourselves back. What a relief it was to discover how simple that was going to be. I mean, sure, we screwed like rabbits, but somewhere in the back of our minds I guess we knew that if it could change us; it could change us back somehow. So we had a lot of fun before we switched back on Sunday night. And of course we had to have sex again as ourselves just for the hell of it. I really wanted to have a fresh memory for comparison... After five days as ourselves again we decided to switch once more. Only this time it would require Sheila to go in to work at the car dealership for me. I made a very good living as a new car salesman and Sheila didn't have to work. In fact we had been trying to get pregnant. It made me a little nervous to allow her to go in to work for me - as me; but I was also intrigued with the idea. I knew she was intelligent, capable, and most of all a great saleswoman! We met at a former dealership that we both worked for a couple of years ago. We've been together ever since. I worked one to nine p.m. Monday through Fridays and nine a.m. to five p.m. on Saturdays. I earn a base salary plus commission on each vehicle I sell. Teaching Sheila how to do my job took minimal effort as she used to work with me at the other dealership. The tricky part for her was to know who everybody was at work. We switched Friday night after I got home from work. I went through the same aches and pains as before; only this time without all the hysteria. Sheila didn't ruin any of her clothes as she added height and muscle; and I took the opportunity to watch my chest blossom in the mirror without any clothing on. We had fiery sex once again as each other and for several hours before we both fell into slumber. I awoke with the alarm with Sheila spooning my backside with a muscular arm around my waist above the blankets. "Wake up, honey. It's time to get ready for work!" I said with a nudge of my shoulder. He mumbled something about a few more minutes. I chuckled and told him to forget it. He had to shave my face, and dress in one of my suits I reminded him as he laid there trying hard not to hear me. It didn't take him long to realize that it may indeed take a man a lot less time to get ready to go out into the world than a woman; but today he wasn't your typical man. It took him a lot longer to shave my face than it would have for me; but hey, I've been doing it a hell of a lot longer than Sheila has! In the end I think he only nicked his face a few times that first time shaving. And I ended up tying his tie as he became way too frustrated by it! I know, I tease, but a tie is no comparison to a bra! He kissed me goodbye and left driving the demo car that I brought home the day before. It was exhilarating watching him leave! I could hardly wait to find out how his first day would go. I spent that first Saturday doing what Sheila would normally do - the only difference being I had a list to follow: Clean the house; laundry; grocery shopping, (another list!); and pick up some dry cleaning. I took a deep breath and let it out. It wasn't anything I couldn't handle or so I thought! I dressed in a pair of my wife's jeans and put on a bra and one of my sweatshirts to clean the house. I had no intention of cleaning it as thoroughly as Sheila would have; but I vacuumed and dusted every room while I ran the washer and dryer. I won't bother to detail how disastrous grocery shopping was. Suffice it to say I did my best to find and purchase all the items that Sheila had on his list. The real disaster was trying to pass as Sheila when I bumped into one of her girlfriends at the store. I knew little about the woman other than her name. Our conversation included the usual how are you's and what's new; but I couldn't get out of the place fast enough! I'm sure Sarah thought something was really off by the looks she was giving me. I picked up our dry cleaning and drove straight back to the house. When I'd finished putting all the groceries away and hanging up the dry cleaning I noticed there was a message waiting on the telephone. I played it. "Hi honey!" I heard my former voice say. "Please call me as soon as you get this message. I love you, bye." I wondered what he could possibly need me to call him at work for as I dialed the number on the phone. "Sam Reynolds, please," I said when the receptionist answered. "Thank you, please hold a moment," she replied a split second before I heard music by Billy Joel; something about loving you just the way you are. The music abruptly ended and I heard my old voice. "Hello, Sam Reynolds speaking." "Sheila, it's me," I said, "What's up?" "You didn't tell me that you - or rather I usually went out for a beer on Saturday's with Eric, sweetheart," he said rather icily. I panicked momentarily and realized that I had totally forgotten to inform him before he left for the day. "I'm sorry, honey, I totally forgot. I'm sure you'll understand how I could do that, what with all that went on this morning before you left for the day?" I explained. I heard a heavy sigh on the other end of the line. "I'm sure it will be just fine, Sam," I said, calling him by my name for the first time ever. I thought about my trial at the grocery store and decided to not tell him just yet. I certainly didn't want to undermine his confidence. There was still silence on the other end of the line. "You all right?" I asked suddenly. "Yes, I'm fine. We're just very busy here," he explained. "Saturdays always are," I responded quickly. "I know," he said somewhat sarcastically, "Look, I gotta go. A customer is waiting." "Bye!" I said and hung up the phone. I looked at the clock. It was three thirty p.m. He would be done for the day in about two hours; a beer or even two after with Eric and I figured he would be home about six thirty or at the latest seven p.m. Usually Sheila would have dinner waiting by the time I got home; but today I decided to throw him a curve ball. We would go out to a very nice place for dinner as each other. I grabbed Sheila's care keys and flew out to the door. The shopping mall closed at six. Shopping as a woman for woman's clothing was something I just wasn't prepared for at all. I had no idea at the time that women's clothing come in all different sizes for virtually the same size dress. It was all so very confusing. But in the end I purchased something sexy and highly revealing: A simple black silk dress with a deep plunging neckline, a slit up the right side to near my waist, and a cut in the back that exposed a lot of my backside. 'Mariah Carey! Eat your heart out!' I said to myself as I looked at my reflection in the mirror at the store. When I got back home I showered quickly and shaved under my arms and legs. What a drag that was! Sheila's long hair posed a challenge. It proved too much for me to cope with and I decided to go ala Cher; long, straight and sexy. It was just after six when I finally got dressed. My wife's complexion thank god required little make up to look nice; but I did my best to apply mascara, lip stick and a little blush on my cheeks. I looked at myself as I sat at Sheila's makeup table. My exposed firm cleavage would give any man a hard on! I wasn't wearing a bra or panties under my new dress either and the dress felt wonderful against my soft skin. I cupped both of my breasts in my hands and gave them a squeeze. God! They felt wonderful! I reluctantly let go of them and applied a smidge of perfume. I found a pair of Sheila's black high heels and put them on. They scared me to death! But Sheila's lack of height required them for the long dress that I wore. I walked about the house with them on for a bit until I felt at least capable of walking in them. I grabbed Sheila's car keys and purse and went to the bar I knew he would be at with Eric. I entered the bar and grill at six thirty and spotted Sheila and Eric sitting at the bar. I walked up behind them and said hello. Eric turned around first and eyed me. "Oh, hello Sheila," he remarked as his eyes found my cleavage and locked there. Sheila turned around with a stunned look on his face. His eyes popped even further out of their sockets when he looked at my attire. "Sa - Sheila what a surprise! What are you doing here?" he stammered. I smiled broadly and gave them each a quick look in the eyes; but their eyes were too busy looking at my chest. I giggled. I really couldn't complain about it; I was dressed to be looked at! "I just thought I would surprise my husband here with a night out!" I explained. "Really!" Sheila responded with a quick look at Eric. "I'm not sure I'm up to it tonight sweetheart. We've had a long day," he explained. I stepped closer to Sheila and ran my hand along the lapel of the suit jacket he was wearing. "Oh, but honey, I was so looking forward to it," I said in the sexiest tone I could muster using my female voice. Eric looked away from us as I continued to use my feminine wiles. "Besides, I thought we could both use a night out," I whispered as I slowly moved in closer and kissed him on the lips. My hand found his erect member as I kissed him sitting on his bar stool. I smiled inwardly as I gave his bulge a squeeze. I not only had a home run; I'd managed a grand slam! I felt him squirm as I worked over his penis in the dimly lit bar. We broke our kiss and he looked me in the eyes. "See you later, Eric," Sheila said, as he got up slowly off the bar stool. Eric looked back at us. "Yeah, sure, Sam," he said. "See you at work on Monday." I hooked my arm in Sheila's and we left the bar. That's the night I got pregnant. After a Saturday night of dinner, dancing, and incredible sex we spent Sunday as each other as well. But Sheila just wasn't up to working my job again on Monday; and we decided we'd switch back Monday morning before I had to go to work. I have to admit I had great fun fucking with Sheila's mind this past weekend. He never saw it comin'! He loved the dress! And loved taking it off of me! Sunday I forgot all about football and talked Sheila into going to the beach with me. Now you might think that it would be me having the problem having to wear his bikini and all; but the truth of the matter is that it was Sheila. He looked at my black Speedo as he held it up in one hand. "You've got to be kidding me? You actually want me to wear this?" he sneered. I burst out laughing. "Why not? I wore it," I remarked. I really didn't see the problem. As a man I had a very nice body; it was tall, athletically built, with great muscle tone, and a mat of dark chest hair that snaked all the way down to my groin. I was proud of my body, and Sheila had no reason not to want to show it off. And I told her so. "Well, just because you're used to runnin' around almost naked doesn't mean that I am!" he bellowed. I sighed. Why couldn't he just get into the spirit of the adventure? "I'm wearing your bikini!" I replied adamantly. "Sam -" he said somewhat hesitantly. "What?" I spat. "I'm just not used to going out in public without anything covering my chest," he finally explained. "So what! Be a man! You are a man, you know!" I said, ridiculing him with a few twists of the tonality of my words. Jesus! Why was I being such a bitch all of a sudden? I couldn't help but wonder if it wasn't close to Sheila's body's time of the month. "Ouch! Son of a bitch!" The contractions are getting closer together and my wife - the man - is not here yet! Anyway, our argument about what to wear to the beach was only the beginning of a long series of fights that have ensued since we discovered that I was pregnant. That Monday morning when we tried to switch back was a fucking disaster. Sheila began to morph back into his old female form as I watched mesmerized by the whole process again. When it was my turn I put on the medallion and grabbed a pair of my socks. I felt the familiar shock as it went through my body. My body felt the usual queasiness as the morphing process began once again. I watched as the hair on my arms sprouted out and my hair on my head began to darken to my normal black. Then something happened that hadn't before - the process reversed itself and stopped! I looked at Sheila who sat on the bed in her bathrobe. "Try it again," she suggested. I shrugged and touched my socks to the necklace again. Only this time there was not a tingling sensation; or any other kind of sensation. "Try it again, sweetheart," Sheila said, once again. I looked at her with her own eyes. I was scared, but I nodded and did as she asked. I dropped the socks to the floor and looked back at my wife. "I'm stuck," I said, almost speechless. "You can't be!" Sheila cried. "It worked for me, why won't it work for you?" "You think I know!" I shouted. "Don't holler at me! I only asked a question." I took a deep breath and felt my copy of Sheila's breasts move on my chest. I was standing in front of her naked. I had wanted her to enjoy once again watching me morph into my former self. I wanted her to watch as my penis, my trouser snake, grew between my legs once again. But my manhood had been denied to me. I looked down and cupped my breasts with my hands. They still felt the same; two mounds of firm female flesh topped off by erect nipples. They reminded me of two volcanoes; only these volcanoes erupted with a touch. I pulled on my own robe and collapsed onto the bed. We talked a bit. It was and still is the most bizarre conversation that we have ever had; scratch that, it rivals the night that I came home and found Sheila wearing only a pair of my jeans sitting at our dinning room table. "So what now?" she asked me. I didn't answer her right away. My mind was spinning. I was thinking about the research we had done concerning the Medallion. I wondered if it was accurate, complete. "I think we have to do some more research about this damn necklace, Sheila," I said. She turned to look down at me where I lay on our bed. "I just think we should be sure that we have exhausted our efforts," I explained. "Maybe there is something that we missed?" I added hopefully. "What about your job, Sam?" "I just got sick. You'll have to call in for me. I'm way too nervous as it is to do it myself." Sheila nodded in silence. I don't know how long we sat there in our bedroom like that but it seemed like an eternity. Finally Sheila grabbed the phone and called my job. And I rolled off the bed and padded my round and curvaceous ass downstairs to the computer. So that's how I ended up stuck for the next nine months as my wife. My further digging on the internet proved fruitful. I discovered more pertinent information on the Ask Jeeves search engine: For starters I discovered that the Medallion of Zulo could be used to not only switch bodies with someone else; but it could also be used to alter your own body, such as making yourself younger by using a piece of clothing that you wore as a child, or young adult. You could also use a brand new piece of clothing to adopt features of that particular piece of clothing; such as a larger bra for example. But the one piece of information that concerned me most was the only reason why a transformation would not take place: Pregnancy! I think I screamed and passed out as I sat there at the computer in the office. And this time when I woke up I found myself on the floor in the office! Sheila looked down at me with a horrified look on her face. "Are you alright, Sam?" she asked. "Did you see the computer screen, Sheila?" I asked with a sinking feeling in my gut. "'Fraid so, sweetheart," she said with a hint of regret in her voice. I turned my face away from hers and sighed. How long had we been trying to get pregnant? Several months now it seemed. The first time my wife and I get wild in the sack as each other we totally forgot about contraception; besides we hadn't really used any type of contraception since we decided to try and have a baby. I put my hand on my tummy and felt Sheila's soft, flat, stomach; instead of my hard six pack. 'A baby was inside of me!' I thought with a stunned realization. My baby was inside of me. So, that's also how Sheila ended up as me, Sam, the six foot one, dark haired, athletically built, and handsome new car salesman. Did I tell you that he hates it? Yep, he most certainly does. If you asked him today if he would like to switch back he would tell you yes! As a former man I find it ironic that a woman in a man's body hates it. Oh, it's not the sex, he hates; he's actually great in bed; it?s the fact that he has to work. As a man the beautiful Sheila could not use his looks to get by. If he could perhaps he would take better care of my body! Yes, I know some well endowed and extremely handsome men are gigolos; but for the most part men are expected to work - and until they drop dead in some countries. And they say it?s a man's world... But I digress. "Ahh ah ouch!" My contractions were less than four minutes apart! Where the hell is that asshole? So, I warn you. If you ever come across the Medallion of Zulo don't use it! It will only ruin your life. I have one final bit of information to share with you. And what could that possibly be? The last bit of data concerning the Medallion of Zulo I simply could not believe. Apparently it's true. The Medallion of Zulo has an elusive quality to it; even magical. The harder you try to hold on to it the more elusive it seems to become. You see, after reading all that we could find about that damned necklace we put it away in our safety deposit box at the bank. Sheila and I felt safe about our decision to store it there; even smug; but that didn't stop it from disappearing! We discovered its disappearance yesterday when Sheila went to the bank to retrieve it. He wanted out of my male body ASAP! And now that won't ever happen. I hear a car pull up in the driveway. Thank God! He's finally home. I have to go - now! P.S. We had a baby girl after sixteen hours of excruciating labor! Sam cried and gave me a kiss when he put our little girl on my chest. Somehow, when I look at her I think everything is going to be alright... Maybe I'll give her a little brother. Sincerely, Sam Reynolds a.k.a. Sheila Reynolds