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"I've never seen that shop before, Dave," Heather said as they walked on a sidewalk that ran along a strip mall. "Neither have I," Dave responded to his wife. "I kind of want to check it out." "All right, Heather," Dave replied as he walked a few steps behind her. Dave held the door to the shop open for his wife and followed her inside. He had never been in a store that was like the one he entered that night. There were strange labels in languages that he had never encountered on nearly everything in the store. Dave looked around and saw an old woman standing behind a counter. She smiled at Heather and asked, "Are looking for something specific?" Heather shook her head. The woman then asked, "Would you like me to suggest something for you?" "Couldn't hurt," Heather answered. "I just got in this necklace. It will allow you to swap bodies your partner," the old woman replied as she picked up the necklace. "What?" Heather asked as she tried to understand what the woman meant. Dave looked at the woman skeptically. The old woman saw the look on his face and said, "You could also use the necklace. It's just 200 dollars." "That sounds like a scam," Dave remarked with a smirk. "If you buy it, you can test it here. If you're not impressed by what this little number does when I set it to you and your wife, you can return it with no questions asked." Dave shook his head at her. However, Heather decided to pull out two 100 dollar bills from her pocketbook. The old woman handed the necklace over to her and said, "You must each place a drop of your blood on the stone to set it." Heather took a pin out of her pocketbook. Dave thought that it was odd that she was carrying a pin around with her, but he did not question why she had one so readily at hand. She pricked her fingertip, and a drop blood fell onto the stone that rested in the center of the amulet that was attached to the necklace. She handed Dave the pin, and he looked to the shopkeeper and asked, "What will this do?" "It'll let you swap bodies with your wife." "Really? That's your best pitch?" Dave asked as he raised his eyebrows. "It's quite true. All you have to do is wear it and think about exchanging your body with your wives or vice versa." "Can we swap bodies with others with it?" Dave asked. "No. You can only exchange with each other. The necklace can only be set to two people, and it cannot be reset once it has been set unless it goes through a specialized ritual." Dave shook his head disbelievingly. Heather walked over to him and took the pin from Dave's hand and pricked his finger before he could pull his hand away. He cringed as a drop of his blood fell upon the stone. Dave went to shout at his wife, but the necklace caught his attention. The droplets of blood started to move. The blood swirled on the surface of the stone and was sucked into it. The color of the stone then changed from blue to red. "The necklace is set. Thank you. Have a nice day," the shopkeeper said. Dave shouted, "What the hell was..." The woman interrupted him and said, "Thank you. Have a nice day." Heather clutched the necklace in her hands and took him by the arm and led him away from the shopkeeper. Dave hurried behind my wife, who was nearly jogging to the car. Dave climbed into the driver's seat and saw Heather foot tapping rapidly on the car floor. He looked at her and asked, "Are you excited?" She nodded hastily and then told him to drive. Dave shrugged his shoulders and drove home. As Dave parked the car, Heather jumped out of the car and rushed towards their house with her keys in her hand. She let herself into the house and hurried into their bedroom. Dave slowly approached his bedroom because he was not nearly as excited as she was. When he walked into the bedroom, she handed him the necklace and said, "Do you want to do the honors?" "Why would I?" "Come on. You're not curious about what it feels like to be me?" "The only thing I was ever curious about was feeling you, and that's was back when we first started dating." "Fine," Heather remarked as she slipped the necklace on. Dave rolled his eyes, but he was quite alarmed to see that his position had changed. He stared back at himself. His body gazed back at him with a look of sheer astonishment. "Wow! I didn't think it really work," he heard himself say. Dave shouted to Heather, "Swap us back. I'm not ready for this." She laughed him off and hopped onto the bed. Dave realized that he would have to do something that would make her want to swap back. Dave reached down and grabbed hold of his wife's breast with his wife's hands and said, "That still feels good with your hands. Oh, so good. Me so horny." Heather smirked and said, "I know you're not enjoying it that much." Dave decided to quit his offensive charade. He knew that his wife was much better at deception than he was, even if she was now in his body. "Why are you in such a rush to get your body back?" "I don't want to be you," Dave responded meekly. "What is that supposed to mean? Do you think you're better than me?" Heather asked in a demanding tone. "No. No," Dave said as he tried to choose his words carefully. "I just don't think I can do what you do." "Why?" "Well, you're a secretary at my company. You seem to enjoy sex..." "And you don't?" "No. No. I mean yes. Wait!" "Maybe you'd enjoy it from my perspective?" "No. That's really unnecessary." "Why? I want to feel it from your end." "Yes, well...you're looking at you. I'm looking at me. There's really no comparison." "Well, I'm disappointed, Dave. I shelled out good money for this and you won't even let me use it for something fun and possibly educational." Dave hesitated before he said, "Well, I didn't say we couldn't use it for fun or..." "Really! So what do you want do with it," Heather asked as a smile crept across her face. Dave heard the excitement in her voice and replied slowly, "I don't know." Heather gave him a disappointed look. Dave tried to scramble for the right words to say, before Heather said, "I'm beginning to think..." "Oh, crap," Dave muttered as he realized that he was aggravating his wife. "What was that?" Heather asked. "Nothing, dear. Please go on." Heather stood up and walked towards her dresser without saying a word. Dave watched as she took the necklace off and placed it in her jewelry box. He did not realize that it had lock until after she locked it away. "What are you doing?" Dave asked as he started to sweat. "I'm not changing us back." "What?" Dave screamed. "Calm down! I'm giving you a choice." "Okay." "We can either have sex and change back, or I'll keep you in my body till the end of the work week. You'll have to spend all day tomorrow, Thursday, and Friday living my life, while I live yours. That's your choice," Heather stated in a calm, confident voice. "Is there a third option?" "No!" "Well, I'd rather be you than have a man put his dick inside me." "Good. Do you think that you won't have any problem doing my job tomorrow?" "No. I doubt I will," Dave responded in tone that barely concealed his own doubts. Heather smiled and lifted up a chair that was in the corner of the room. She placed it down in front of his open closet and stepped onto it. Dave watched as she placed the key on top of a shelf that was situated near the ceiling in Dave's closet. Heather then smiled at him and put the chair back where she got it from. Dave realized that he would need a ladder or something similar to reach the shelf. He knew that he would have to wait for her to go to the bathroom before he could even try to get the key. However, he also knew that his body could hold in bowl movements for unusually long lengths of time. Thus, Dave resigned himself to living the next three days in her body. Although he did not look forward to the experience, he figured that it would not be the worse thing that ever happened to him. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- When the beeping alarm caused him to open his eyes the next morning, Dave was a little surprised to see his wife's breasts on his chest. It took him a few seconds to remember what had transpired the night before. As he stood up, he noticed that Heather was walking into their room. "What are you doing up already?" Dave asked as he rubbed his eyes. "Oh, I just woke up a little early and figured I'd get things ready for you. Come on, now. You've got to get into the shower right away," she said. Dave shrugged his shoulders and followed her into the bathroom. He stepped into the shower, and Heather followed him. Dave and Heather had showered together numerous times before, but for Dave this was the first time he was not turned on by it. When they got out, Heather grabbed Dave and told him to dry his hair. After what seemed like an eternity, Dave managed to get his wife's long hair dry. Heather came in when he finished. She was already dressed in his clothes, while he stood there covered only by a towel. She fixed his hair into an up do and then pulled out an egg shaped container. Dave cringed because he knew what it contained. Heather opened up the container and pulled out the pantyhose. Dave watched her roll each leg of the hose down into an o-shape. She asked him if he understood its purpose, and he nodded. Dave sat on the toilet, and his wife took his left foot in her hands. She put his toes up against the seam on each foot. She then slowly moved the nylons up his leg. Dave did not know whether it was the feel of his wife's mannish hands or the soft, silky feeling of the hose, but he could not get enough of the feeling. When she finished, Heather pulled him into the bedroom. She handed him a bra. She helped him into it and then dressed him in a light grey, skirt suit. As Heather went to grab him a pair of shoes, Dave saw his reflection. If he did not feel the tight feeling on his legs, he would not have believed that he was looking at himself. He turned towards Heather and took the shoes from her hand. He slipped them on and walked out of the room with some difficulty. Heather giggled at his awkward steps and said, "Unlike the bra, I can't help you with that, sweetheart." "Come on, Heather. This has gone on long enough. Swap us back," Dave shouted. "No. No. My little lady love." Dave gave his wife a peeved look. "Aw. That is just precious," Heather said as she looked at his expression. "Please don't say that in front of my employees," Dave said out of genuine concern about his reputation. "Don't worry baby, I won't talk about my love of the ballet, or women's clothing styles, or which celebrity hunk is hotter." Hearing those words from his own lips made Dave a little more uneasy. However, he knew he had no control over the situation. So he decided to make the best of it. He decided that he would just go with it. Heather led him out the front door. She locked it behind her and moved towards Dave. Dave stared down at the steps he was about to descend for the first time in heels. Heather pulled at his arm as she started down the steps. Dave nearly fell over as he descended the steps with her. He realized that his wife was right. Those tight, heeled shoes that she wore were not very easy to walk in. He felt awkward having both of his feet supported by just his toes and heels. As he walked to the passenger side seat of his car in the morning sunshine, Dave wondered what the day had in store for him. Dave felt a twinge in his left foot as Heather drove him to work. Dave tried to not think about how bad his feet would feel by the end of the day. Dave thought about all sorts of things as he traveled towards Heather's office. He wondered if he could really pull it off. He figured that someone would notice the difference between him and the real Heather. He pondered his own abilities. He wondered if he could do his wife's job. He figured that it would be okay. He would just have to make due until Saturday, when they would swap back and he would destroy that necklace. He looked forward to when everything would be right again. As Heather pulled up at the building, the immediacy of the situation made itself clear. Dave stepped out of the car and started to panic a little. Heather grabbed Dave by the shoulder after he got out of the car. She put his powerful arm around Dave's shoulder and helped lead him into the building. The powerful arm that Heather now possessed, kept Dave upright. It seemed to help him keep his balance, so Dave was happy for it for the moment. Dave sat down on his wife's chair and looked around her desk. He saw a picture of his wife's extended family on her desk. He then looked about to see what was in the inbox. A couple of forms needed to be typed up, so he set about doing the task. He typed up the forms and brought them to the filing cabinets. He fielded phone calls and scribbled down the details on notepads and sent the notes to the relevant people. Dave did not think that Heather's job was all that bad for the first two hours or so, but then came the part of the job that he knew he would loathe. Dave had to do errands for his own employees. Tim, one of his managers, said to him, "Heather, can you bring me a cup of coffee?" Because he was now his subordinate, Dave could only respond, "Yes, Tim." He got out of the chair and walked over to the coffee machine and poured Tim a cup. He walked back into Tim's office and handed it to him. Tim looked at Dave and said, "Thank you, dear." "You're welcome, Tim." "Heather, before you go, can you take these forms and type them up for me?" "Of course," he replied as he took the documents from Tim's hands. Dave placed the documents down on Heather's desk. Before he could sit down, he heard Tom, the other manager, say, "Heather, can you get me a cup of coffee and then come in here for a second?" "Of course, Tom," he replied. He walked over to the coffee machine again and poured another cup of coffee and brought it to Tom. Every step he took made his feet feel worse. Tom took the cup from him and looked at Dave and said, "Heather, is there something wrong with your legs? You're walking awkwardly." "No. I'm fine," Dave said with a forced grin. "All right, can you type up this letter for me?" While he reached for the letter, Dave answered, "Sure I can." Dave walked away without receiving a word of appreciation. Still, Dave knew that he was in a good position because the other managers knew they could not abuse him without possible ramifications because they believed that he was the wife of their boss. Dave typed up Tim's forms and then ran them over to Tim when he was done. Tim looked to him and said, "Thank you, and could you also get me another cup of coffee?" "Sure, Timmy," Dave responded like his wife would have as he took Tim's cup and poured him another cup of coffee. Dave then took out the coffee filter and set about making another pot of coffee, in case anybody else wanted another cup. He brought the coffee back to Tim who said, "Thanks for the coffee." Dave nodded and walked out of Tim's office. He headed back towards his wife's desk. At that moment, Heather called out to him, "Heather, can you come in here?" "Sure, dear," Dave replied with some difficulty. Heather looked him over and said, "I need you to type up these forms for me. I am swamped here." "All right," Dave responded as he picked up the forms. "That's it, Heather. You can leave." Dave nodded to Heather. Heather smiled at Dave and said, "You'll do well, dear." Dave nodded. 'Of course I'll do well. I'm just typing up forms', Dave thought to himself. Dave set about typing Heather's forms. As lunch time came, Heather called Dave into his office. As Dave walked in, Heather said, "Take a seat." As Dave moved to sit down on the chair, Tom poked his head into the office and said, "Dave, the food is here." "Thank you, Tom," Heather responded before she looked at Dave and said, "I'll bring you in a plate." "Good," Dave responded with a smile. 'That was the best thing to happen to me all day', Dave thought. He was overjoyed that he did not have to walk because his ankles were killing him due to his heels. He sat there in the chair as Heather got his food and brought it in for him. Heather placed it in front of Dave on the desk. They ate, and then they went back to their respective jobs. Dave finished typing up the forms and brought them to Tom and Heather. As he walked towards Heather's office, Dave walked past a filling cabinet draw that someone had failed to push in all the way. He felt a snag. He looked down, and he instantly knew what had happened. Dave had caught his pantyhose on the edge of the slightly opened steel cabinet. 'I have a run' he started to repeat to himself mentally. He hoped that no one would notice it, but it was obviously torn. He collected himself and walked into Heather's office. He gave Heather the forms. Heather looked at Dave as he walked out the door and said, "Heather, you've got to be more careful. You are representative of this company. You really should carry an extra pair with you. I've told you that before." Dave was appalled by Heather's statement, but he did not make a scene. Dave shook his head and walked out of Heather's office. The last thing he wanted to do at that moment was help her any further. Dave sat back at Heather's desk and did a little bit of work as he waited to see if anyone else had any requests. The next thing he heard from one of them was Heather calling out to Tom. Tom hurried out of his office, and he heard Heather say, "Tom, I need you to go to the McAllister place, they need some forms to be picked up and delivered to seal the deal." Tom nodded his head and went on his way. Heather smiled smugly before she receded back into Dave's office. After that, Dave set about doing his work again until closing time. Tom came back towards the end of the day. Heather slapped Tom's back and shook his hand. She then congratulated him on sealing the McAllister account. A few minutes later, closing time mercifully came for Dave. Dave said goodbye to Tom and Tim. Tim kissed Dave on the cheek as he left. Dave hoped that he would never have to say goodbye to him like that again. He stood aside as Heather locked up the place before they left. Heather drove Dave back towards Heather's home. They picked up dinner on the way. After they ate, they watched a little television before they headed to bed. After refusing some of Heather's advances in bed, Dave fell asleep. When Dave awoke the next morning, he saw that the necklace was around Heather's neck. She smiled at him as he looked at her groggily. "What are you doing?" Dave asked with a cracking voice. "I'm going to try something. It came to me in a dream, and I just want to see if it works." "What?" Dave asked. Heather decided not to respond. Dave felt a load come off his chest and saw that his wife's breasts were no longer on his body. He looked up and saw them on Heather's body. Heather smiled at them and then placed them back on Dave. A little surprised, Dave asked, "Can you give me back my penis?" Heather shrugged and said, "Sure. You've been a good girl." Dave reached down and felt his penis and testicles back on his body. Heather looked at him and said, "You can keep those today, but I may want them back tomorrow." Dave nodded in response as he got out of bed. After getting ready again with his wife's help, Dave headed back to the office with Heather. Two hours after the work day started, Dave noticed a woman walking towards the building's entrance. Her smile filled him with unease. The woman stared down at Dave and said, "Hello, Heather. Is your man around?" Dave nodded his head at her. He was afraid that this would happen. The woman staring down at Dave was Lisa Blackburn. Lisa was Dave's only competition in his field. There used to be a third competitor in the region, but he was killed two years earlier. Lisa had always sparked mixed emotions in Dave. Lisa's cutthroat nature made him loathe her presence. He knew that she was only out for herself and that she would destroy anyone who got in her way. However, he also found himself frequently turned on by her. Her aggression was matched by her beauty. Whenever she came to see him, Dave's eyes would invariably wander down to her ample bust or her long legs that were visible from a little above the knee and were always deliberately covered in black, sheer pantyhose. Dave was concerned that Lisa's aggression would get the better of his wife. However, he was more concerned about Lisa's habit of trying to seduce him. Nearly every time she had come into his office, she had tried to get him to have an affair with her. He rejected her every time, but he knew that his wife was the jealous type. "So is he in?" Lisa asked again to stir Heather from her silence. "Yes," Dave managed as his eyes were instinctively drawn to Lisa's legs. "Good. Can you get him for me?" Dave nodded and walked into his office to tell Heather that Lisa was there. Dave walked back to his desk, sat down and said, "He'll be with you shortly." "Wonderful," Lisa remarked. She then leaned towards Dave and said, "You know he's a wonderful man." "Yes," Dave responded as he leered at Lisa's bust. Dave felt his penis start to enlarge along side his leg as his pantyhose continued to restrict his penis's movement. Lisa smiled and said, "You're so lucky to be married to him. I'd screw him every chance I could if I was married to him." "Oh, yeah," Dave responded with a smile before he realized that his wife would probably be upset by Lisa's statements. "Oh, you shouldn't say that," Dave added as he pushed his legs together and pulled himself closer to the desk to hide the erection beneath his wife's skirt. "I'm just teasing," Lisa remarked as Heather emerged from Dave's office. She showed Lisa into his office and closed the door. As the minutes passed, Dave found himself increasingly nervous. He wondered what Lisa would say and how Heather would respond. After 20 minutes, the door opened. Lisa walked out of Dave's office, said goodbye to Dave, and then looked back at Heather and said, "Think about it." Lisa winked and exited the building. Dave turned and looked at his wife. She immediately summoned him into his office. Heather closed the door and said, "What the hell was that about?" "I wasn't in here. Could you explain?" Dave said as he tried to play dumb. "She came in here and started hitting on me. She told me that I should ditch my wife and get together with her. Then she wanted to merge the companies and then..." "Oh, she's said that stuff to me before." "Really," Heather replied with smile before shouting, "Why didn't you ever tell me that?" "I didn't want to concern you." "You didn't want to concern me. I should make you a gelding when we change back!" "Calm down." "Calm down. A woman has been coming in here for years, saying hello to me, and then hitting on my husband, who didn't even bother tell me that what she was doing, and you're telling me to calm down? Do I have that right?" "Yes." "Why?" Heather shouted. "It's not like we've done anything." "Yes, she let on that you're a boy scout. She was also dismissive about you not taking her up on your offer," Heather responded in a calmer tone. "What did she say?" Dave asked curiously. "That you either really love me or have a very small dick." "Oh," Dave responded with a little surprise. "I don't know why she thinks that it's one or the other," Heather remarked as she shrugged her shoulders. "What?" Dave shouted. "Kidding, sweetie," Heather responded. Dave shot her a stern look. Heather laughed and said, "Go back to your desk, sweetheart. Your man will take care of everything. Just go back and do your paper work like a good girl." Dave rolled his eyes and walked back to his wife's desk. The rest of the day passed without incident. After Dave endured another unpleasant round of goodbyes, Heather drove them home. Heather walked into the kitchen and cooked them dinner. She thought about making Dave do it because she wanted him to get a more complete understanding of her life, but she decided against it. She decided that she would rather eat something that tasted good than something that Dave could manage to make. After dinner, the two watched a little television before they climbed into bed. While in bed, Heather tried to seduce him, but the sound of her temporarily masculine voice was a turn off for Dave. He wanted to make her happy. However, her manly tone and appearance left him flaccid. Heather was disappointed that he could not get an erection for her even after she had given him back his penis. The next morning, Dave awoke to find that his penis had been removed once more. Heather came in and said that she wanted him to have one more day of being totally her. Dave rolled his eyes in response. He did not feel like upsetting her by getting into a fight about getting his manhood back. They readied themselves and headed for the office. Heather parked the car and walked towards the door with the keys in her hand and Dave by her side. As they walked towards the door a strange man came into Dave's vision. Heather shouted and Dave's eyes turned to her as the sound of gun shots filled his ear. Dave dropped to the floor as the rounds went off. When the sounds ceased, Dave managed to see Heather collapse to the ground in his body. Dave stared at his wounded body. Heather was barely conscious. The scene seemed unreal to him. He was staring at his bloodied body, but he was not in it. Dave froze while his body's blood ran down the sidewalk and reached his heeled shoes. He snapped out of his shock as he heard his wife moan from his body. Dave fidgeted through his wife's purse and dug out her cell phone. He frantically called 911 and awaited EMS's arrival. He held his body with her arms as they waited. He kissed her forehead as she lost consciousness. EMS came swiftly and got Heather into the ambulance. Dave grabbed the keys to his car off the ground and followed closely behind the ambulance while the police followed him to the hospital. While Heather was taken for surgery, the police questioned Dave. Dave told them all he could remember. He did not know the shooter and could scarcely describe him. He had barely caught a glimpse of him before the shooting. Dave was also not thinking clearly, which did little to help. The police tried to calm Dave's nerves, but they could not do anything to help him. He paced the room. Any time he had to fill out a form he found that his hand was shaking. All he could think about was his wife. He called Heather's sister, Ashley. She rushed down to console 'Heather.' Dave hardly cared that he was being treated like Heather. Dave's employees came down to the hospital soon after. They each told him to give 'Dave' their best and told him to tell Dave that they were there for him. Dave nodded and said he would. After 5 hours, the doctors came out and spoke to Dave. One called him aside and said, "Ms. your husband is in critical, but stable condition. He should recover, but there are no guarantees." Dave found himself only being able to respond with a nod to the Doctor's words. The doctor then asked, "Would you like to see him now?" Dave nodded and walked behind the Doctor with Ashley. The doctor showed Dave into a room. Dave froze in the doorway as he saw his body lying silently on the hospital bed. All he could think about was how horrible it must be for his wife. Ashley cringed and said, "Poor, poor, Dave." 'I wish', Dave thought as he stood silently. He slowly made his way towards the bed. Dave clutched Heather's hand. Dave stayed with her and prayed for her safety for the following three hours. As he stared at her, he finally realized that there was one thing he could do for her. He hurriedly grabbed Heather's pocketbook and left the room. Ashley ran out behind him and asked, "Heather, what are you doing?" "I'm going to get a change of clothes." "I'll do it for you," Ashley responded. "No, you've been a help already. Could you please go call Kare...Mom and tell her what happened. I don't want her finding out through the news or anything." Ashley nodded and let Dave go. Dave then dashed to his car. He sped home and ran up to his bedroom. He grabbed some of his wife's clothes and stuffed them in a plastic bag. He then grabbed a step ladder and took hold of the key. He hopped off the ladder and ran over to the jewelry box. He opened it up with the key and slipped on the necklace. He thought about being himself once more. Heather blinked her eyes and stared around her bedroom. She clutched at the necklace and began to make sense of things. 'The idiot', she thought to herself. She wanted to swap herself back into his body, but she knew that would only result in a cycle of them both demanding that they should each stay in the incapacitated body. Heather took the necklace off and raced back to the hospital. She rushed to be beside her wounded husband. As she sat beside her husband's hospital bed, she saw two police men enter the room. She walked over to them and they told her that only one eyewitness had come forward. Heather thought back to the shooting and said, "I saw the shooter. He was a tall man, medium build, pale white skin, in a pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt." "Why didn't you tell us this before?" One officer asked. Heather froze for a second before she came up with an explanation. "I was in shock when you asked me before. I didn't know who or where I was. I was just so concerned for my husband. You know?" The police men nodded and flashed her sympathetic expressions. "Is there anything else you can tell us?" The officers asked. "Yes. He had brown hair and a goatee." "Okay, we're going to get a sketch artist up here," one officer responded. "Do you have any leads?" Heather asked. "No. I'm sorry, but this looks like just a random act of violence by some nut job. It doesn't seem like the gunmen planned out what he did," one officer replied. Heather nodded her head and turned back to her husband. Throughout the rest of the night, she only left his side when the nurses needed to tend to him and when the sketch artist asked for her description of the shooter. When the next morning came, she went home again to take a shower and get a change of clothes. As she dressed, she heard an odd sound. She slowly crept towards the window and stared down at her backdoor. The floor creaked beneath her as she stared out her window. She recoiled as she saw the shooter standing in front of her back door. Heather hurried to a phone. She hurriedly told the 911 dispatcher what was happening. He advised her to stay on the line. She dropped the phone and ran into her bedroom and closed the door. She scurried to her husband's closet. She saw the lockbox that he kept his gun in and realized that she did not know where the key was. She hurried towards her dresser and opened the jewelry box. She slipped the necklace on, ran back to the closet, jotted down a note and attached it to the lockbox. She took a deep breath and thought of being her husband. Dave looked around his closet. He was not sure why he was there or how he got there. He looked down at his wife's breasts and knew that she had swapped them back. 'Why would she...', he thought before he heard the backdoor of his home open with a thud. He looked around and saw a note that told him all he needed to know. He grabbed the key out of the pocket of one of the jackets in his closet. He lifted the lid and pulled out the revolver. He aimed it at his closed bedroom door as he heard footsteps approaching it. Dave's hand shook in a way that they had never had when he was a man. "Please, dear God, don't misfire," he prayed in a barely audible voice as he realized that he and his wife might die. The footsteps stopped at his door, and then he saw the door fly open as the man kicked it in. The door crashed against the wall as the man ran through the doorway. Dave managed to pull the trigger on the gun twice, and the man fell to the ground. As his shooting ceased, he heard police sirens in his ears. Dave hurried towards the man and kicked the gun away from his still hand. Dave rushed down the stairs and met the police. He explained the situation and then they headed to his bedroom. As the police searched his bedroom, Dave heard over their radios that his shooter was still alive. They brought him out on gurney and placed him in the ambulance and drove him to the same hospital that was treating 'Dave.' When the police finally let him leave, Dave hastily drove back to the hospital. As he reached the door, he thought about being in his own body. Heather stared at Dave and smiled. 'He got out of there', she thought jubilantly as she fingered the necklace. She ran up to him and clutched his hand. As she kissed his head, the only question that remained in her mind was why the gunman wanted them dead. That question was answered only an hour later. An officer walked in and said, "The guy who broke into your house awoke." "What did he say?" Heather asked. "When we told him that you ID'd him as your husband's shooter, in addition to us catching him breaking into your home with a weapon, he broke quickly. He said he was paid to do it. I never would have guessed that considering how he went about what he did. I mean, he shot someone in broad day light," the officer said. "A real amateur," another officer interjected. Heather placed her hand up to signal them to stop talking. "Who put him up to it?" Heather demanded to know. "The name he gave us was Lisa Blackburn. Miss, did your husband ever have any relationship with this woman?" The officer asked in a delicate tone. "Yes, he did. Lisa is his main competitor." "And has there ever been anything else to the relationship?" The officer asked calmly. "Not that I know of!" Heather shouted at the officer's suggestion. "Ms., please calm down. I didn't mean any offense. We've notified every cop in our county, and all the surrounding counties, to be on the lookout for her. "Why didn't you arrest her when you found out that she put the guy up to it?" Heather asked disbelievingly. "She wasn't at her home or place of business. We think she's fled. The gunmen said that she had some time frame in which he was supposed to call her to tell her it went down right. We think that when he didn't call, she fled." Heather slumped up against a wall. She clutched her head before she waved her hand to dismiss the officers. She walked back over to her husband and sat beside him. Over the next few hours, Dave had many visitors. Friends, family from out of state, and his employees would stop in to see him. Heather was glad to see them, and the doctors told her that her husband's condition was improving. As the evening approached, Heather decided to put Tim in charge of the office until Dave was better. The next day, as the nurse changed Dave's IV, the police entered the room. They told her that the gunmen had unexpectedly died. Heather was a little disappointed that she would not see him go to jail, but she was also relieved to know that her husband's assailant was dead. After 3 days in a coma, Dave awoke. Dave's eyes met his wife's. She was frozen for an instant before she was able to embrace him. Dave had trouble speaking so he just clutched her hand. It was all Heather needed at that moment. After the doctors checked on him, Dave motioned at the necklace that was still around Heather's neck. She took it off and moved towards Dave to hand it to him. He waved his hands at it. She realized that he did not want it. "What do you want me to do with it?" She asked low voice. "Get rid of it," he said in cracking, whispery voice. She smiled at him as she nodded. She had wanted to get rid of it since the day of the shooting. She could not live with the idea that her actions in his body might lead to his demise. Similar fears were present in Dave's mind. He would never forgive himself if he did something in her body that harmed her. Later that day, she brought the necklace to the shop from which it was purchased. Heather pleaded with the old woman, "Please takes this back. I don't want a refund. All I want is to be rid of this thing." The old woman smiled and took it back. Heather then quickly exited the store. As she left, the old woman took the necklace into her backroom and reset it. A week later, Dave and Heather exited the hospital. Dave went back to work a few days after that. Dave was slightly amused to see Heather driving him around in her body as he continued to recuperate. She rarely drove him anywhere before he was injured. It did not take long for him to resituate himself into his old role. An expansion of his company followed, and Heather found that she now had fellow secretaries to deal with. She was happy to have other women to talk to and spread around the assistance. However, nothing made her happier than when Lisa was captured in Mexico and extradited to the U.S. to stand trial as an accomplice to an attempted murder.