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But now things were better, with sun up I could no longer feel the
weight of Ms. Fluke's saggy breasts and massive belly. And I fixed that
gnarly old bitch real good, as when I was trapped in her body I shaved
every hair off her head. It felt wonderful being back in my male body
again, although my skin felt a strange warmth in many areas like my arm
pits and groin. But everything was alright, I could tell I had my
morning stiffie. I figured to leave a cum surprise in Ms. Puke's bed. I
reached down to my pecker, to beat of. Something felt wrong, I no longer
had pubies.
I heard that fowl laugh from across the room, "Well what's good for the
gander will be even better for the goose. I got in about 3 a.m. I was
checking up on you and saw what you tried to do. I gave your body a Nair
treatment below the neck, That should make your next gym class a little
more interesting tomorrow. I thought you would have learned your lesson,
never upset a witch. I can't wait till you find out what is in store for
you, next Friday night. Now before you do that disgusting act get out of
my house, you will have plenty of time to do that at your house. On
second thought you won't. Ha ha ha ha! And remember tell anyone about it
and you will permanently become me, in a very painful possess. So enjoy
your manhood for the rest of the year."
I knew I'd better get out while the getting was good, I got on my bike
and hightailed it home. As I pulled up to my house I saw my Father's
angry face in the window. I thought about not stopping but where would I
go? Sooner or later, I had to go home. Dad didn't stop yelling for
almost 2 hours, not about being out all night, but it seems what he was
really mad about was he bet the mortgage payment on the game. Mom just
sat there on the couch, staring me down. In the end I was grounded for 6
weeks, they took away my cell phone, and they tore up my learner's
permit. Even though I hadn't eaten since breakfast yesterday, I left the
dinner table hardly touching my supper. I went to my room, my computer,
t.v. and iPod were gone. I was alone with only my thoughts, and an alarm
clock counting down to when I had to face my peers at school.
I tried to fake being sick for school. Mom drove me to school herself,
and walked me into my homeroom. There was a hushed silence as I entered
the room. As soon as my Mother left, my girl friend Jane Hafner came up
to me crying, "You rat fink, how could you. Its bad enough you blew off
the most important game of the year, but when you should have been at
the game you were fucking my cousin Bev!" Then she slapped me across the
face. Our teacher pretended not to notice.
Things just kept getting worse. My friends were cursing at me and
flipping the bird. People slammed me against the lockers, like I was
some sort of dork. At lunch John Hartman tripped me, and I fell on top
of my lunch (spaghetti).
After lunch was gym. I was the laughing stock of the school as I changed
into my jock. They were calling me a trader, numb nutz, and the hairless
wonder. The coach made us play skins and shirts. I don't have to tell
you what I was. In the shower the teasing only got worse. Greg Hampton
and Jack Watson came over to me ruffed me up, then gave me a swirly. I
took another shower trying to get the toilet water out of my hair.
God help me the next place to go was study hall in the library. There
was Ms. Puke, I don't know how but she had a full head of hair. Even her
eyebrows had grown back, however now all her hair was gray. I could see
how much her butt had grown from Saturday night when I was in her body,
and she cursed it causing it to grow, every second I wasn't at the big
game sitting the bleachers.
She looked right through me, and in her deep gravely voice said, "I hope
you have a good reason for being late Mr. Holland."
I didn't even try to answer, as I knew she was setting me up, as she
said, "Very well I guess you would like to stay after school with me for
another night of detention." I did my best to stay quite and be
unobserved the rest of the school day.
I entered the room, she put a 27 year old yearbook in front of me. It
was opened to her picture, I couldn't believe that the beast in front of
me was once a cutie. Under her picture the caption read, "Our Rita knows
how to turn all the boys heads. As head cheerleader she rocks. Lets hope
she can settle on just one boyfriend. Our gal plans to join the Dallas
Cowboy Cheerleaders, If her acting carer doesn't take off."
After that Ms. Fluke showed me several other pictures with her in them.
I couldn't believe how popular she must have been. Then she turn to the
section of the book with the teachers in it, and with her fat stubby
finger pointed to the librarian, a Miss Alice Dometer, and said, "That
was me. Come on we are going on a little field trip. Don't argue if you
know what's good for you."
We got in her car an headed out of town. She told me it was an easy
trick for her to restore her hair. But since her body would soon be
mine, why should she go through the trouble of dying her hair, going to
the denist or wearing a bra outside of school. We stopped at the county
nursing home. Ms. Fluke lead me to the 3rd floor, and told the nurse at
the desk I was there to see my Great Aunt Alice. The nurse told us she
was in room 341, and to try not to get my aunt excited.
Ms. Fluke said, "I'll wait out here, while you go in and ask her about
Rita Fluke."
I slowly entered the room. There was a disheveled old woman, thin,
wrinkled, covered in age spots and moles. I asked the old woman, "Do you
know Rita Fluke?"
Her toothless mouth answered, "Rita Fluke! I'm Rita Fluke! I was young
and beautiful, that witch Miss Dometer, did this to me! She said I was a
distraction and a tease! She stole my life! If I ever find her I'll kill
her!" With that she was now screaming at me and beating me with her
fists, "You know where Alice Dometer is don't you? I'll kill the bitch!
Kill! Kill! Kill!"
As this went on until 2 orderlies came in gave her a shot, and put the
old lady in a strait jacket. One looked at me then said to her, "Now
Alice you know you are not Rita Fluke, we are going to have to take you
to solitary again. Now calm down, and maybe you'll be back on this floor
in a month or 2."
As we walked out the desk nurse said to me, "Look son you ruined 2 year
progress. That poor woman spent most of the last 25 years strapped to
her bed or getting electro shock treatments. It looks like she relapsed.
If it had been 30 or 40 years ago the poor thing would have had a
lobotomy. Get out of her you've done enough damage!"
As Rita drove me back she told me how that woman ended up in the state
hospital. "The original Rita was a self serving little hussy, who didn't
care who she stepped on. Someone like you. I told her, just like I told
you, should anyone find out I was switching bodies with her every
weekend before a year was out the change would become prermanent. She
tried to tell her parents after the 3rd week. You see both bodies need
time to adjust to their new host. After she told her parents, I
instantly became her. I was in a coma almost 3 weeks. She was in a coma
over 6 months, and the strain caused her mind to snap. Now you don't
want to end up in the loony bin with Alice do you? So behave yourself.
And be very careful this weekend, you have a surprise coming."
As Friday approached, I became a nervous wreck. What was in store for
me? I had told my parent I had an important paper due on Monday, and
would be in my room doing research for the paper. I figured this would
give me the privacy I would need. I could feel the pains of the change
start at sundown. I took all my clothes of so not to have them tear into
shreds as my body gained girth. I doubled up in pain as my balls were
sucked up inside me. Soon the fleshy mounds that were to become my
breasts appeared. My ass grew so large I could no longer fit into a
chair. Then slowly my body stared aging from a teen to middle aged. I
looked in the mirror at the travesty my body had become. A feeling of
anxiety filled me, then a pain in my cunt. I felt wet on my leg. I
grabbed an old tee shirt to clean it up. I wiped up most of what was
running down my leg. It was really sticky and had little clumps of
something rotting. The cramps were killing me. Oh shit it was my period.
I got up to see I left a big blood stain on my sheets. It had soaked all
the way to the mattress. As I tried to clean it up I saw I was leaking
all over the carpet. How could I explain the mess to my parents, without
telling of the curse Rita Fluke had placed on me?
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