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The Entity By Quicksilver I woke up to the familiar buzzing of my alarm clock. A quick glance over revealed that it was in fact 10:00 am and time to get up. "Ugh, I don't want to go to work," I groaned aloud. But, I had to go. If I was late even one more time, I'd be fired for sure. My boss wasn't happy with my recent performance and I wasn't exactly the most employable person. It wasn't a great job or anything, but it did pay the rent just barely. Wandering from my small bedroom, I walked across the combined kitchen/living room of my little apartment. The room was littered with dirty dishes and empty pizza boxes from the days, and even weeks, past. I tripped over one of the pizza boxes standing upright in a little triangle, with the open mouth of the pizza box toward the floor. "Shit! I'll clean this up later!" I complianed aloud as I regained my balance. I went to the bathroom to take a shower and begin my morning routine. I stoped only briefly to look in the mirror. A discheveled yet slightly handsome reflection met my glance. I was 24, fresh out of college. And not quite managing to get my life together. By fresh out of college, I mean that I recently dropped out. Other than partying, I just wasn't cut out for college. I didn't really have much more going for me than a crappy job cooking at a sports bar down the street. "I'd better hurry if I wan't to even keep that," I mused aloud. After a quick shower and even a shave, I was looking somewhat presentable. I put on my work uniform which consisted simply of black trousers and an embroidered polo shirt that had the logo of the place on it. At that, I grabbed my keys, locked up and began the 5 minute walk to work. As I walked, I thought about how I had stumbled upon this job since it was my favorite place to frequent, being only 5 minutes from my house. I was just there at the right time. Their grill cook had just quit in the middle of a shift while I was enjoying lunch and a beer. The owner, whom I knew from having been there so much, was desperate. I had been looking for a job all day, and since I had some grill experience, I volunteered to help out for the rest of lunch. I did so well that I stayed through dinner getting trained and actually learning the menu rather than just winging it. I was officially hired and have been working there for a few months now. I did a good job and was on good terms with the boss, but yesterday I was late for work for the first time. I had to be on time today. "I am going to be late for sure at this rate," I said to myself as I began to run. As I was running to get to work on time, I saw a gray cloud over the sidewalk in front of me. It was barely visible, it was almost like those heat waves that you see on a hot day, but just a little more visible. The sidewalk was fairly busy, there were people out and about. Nobody seemed to notice this weird could in the middle of the sidewalk. Curious, I forgot about my job for a moment and stopped just in front of it. This was no heat wave, not only was it not that hot out, but it was localized to this specific area only. Furthermore the sidewalk was in the shade. No, this was something different. "Hmm," I said as I reached my hand forward to touch the strange cloud. Nothing happend. I couldn't feel a thing. I began waving my arms through it. Nothing, not even the wind from my arms had any effect on it. A man walking by in a business suite shot me a strange glance. Though subtle, I thought this cloud thing sitting here was quite obvious. "Do they not see it?" I muttered. I didn't have much time to wonder about that. All of a sudden, the cloud started moving. It was propelled toward my face all at once by some unseen force. There was no wind or anything else that I could detect that would be making it move. The cloud started forcing its way into my mouth and nose. It kind of felt like breathing in humid air. Just as quickly as it had started, it was over. The weird cloud was nowhere to be seen. I shrugged thinking that was very weird indeed. I was debating with myself as to weather I had actually seen it, or just made the whole thing up. After all, nobody else seemed to see it. "Crap," I stated as I looked down at my watch, remembering once again what I was supposed to be doing. "I don't have time to worry about that stupid weird cloud." I shook myself out of my stupor and I resumed my jog forgetting about the cloud. I was so late now that I began running outright just to make it on time. I finally arrived at the restaurant barely on time and completely out of breath. Forgetting completely about the weird encouter with the cloud, I went in. After all, I had work to do. "Hi John," Joan, the hostess greeted me as I entered. "Glad you are here on time today, Steve was pissed yesterday." Of course I already knew that since Steve gave me quite the earfull when I did show up an hour late. "You look great today," I said trying to change the subject, not wanting to think about the fact that Steve had to come in to cover my shift himself for an hour. Besides, I had a bit of a thing for her anyway. And, she really did look great. In fact, the entire staff looked grat. This place only hired female staff to work up front with the customers and they were a bit choosy as to who they picked. If the girls wasn't good looking, Steven would find some reason to not pick her. Their uniforms consisted of black sleeveless halter tops that simultaneously showed off their chestes and their midriff. They also wore either a black mini skirt or short black shorts. To top it all off, they wore tan pantyhose and black tennis shoes. It was a not so subtle rip of of the more popular Hooters chain. This place wasn't a franchise however, as it was just this one location. It was called simply "Steve's Sports Bar and Grill." I know Steve was sometimes worried about getting sued, but this place was so small that it flew under the radar. I took my place in the back of the resteraunt where I was out of view from the customers, and began prepping the line for lunch. I fired up the grill, started up the deep fryers, mixed the hot-wing sauce and all of the other tasks that I had to perform. "Order in," said Sandy, one of the waitresses, as she placed a ticket containing the order in the slot. Lunch wasn't usually busy so I didn't have any help on the line. I was here by myself for 6 hours. I was soon busy taking tickets and cooking food. **** It was now five o'clock pm. My shift was now over. I was lucky enough to get the six hour lunch shift today, of course today was a weekday. I always had the dinner shifts on the weekends. I was just waiting for Tom, the other grill cook here, and Steve to come take my place. Then I was free to go. "Hey John," Tom said as he walked in the door. He was about my age though somewhat overweight. "You're here, finally," I jabbed. "Like you're one to talk," Tom replied defensively. "I heard all about yesterday. It wouldn't surprise me if Steve shows up an hour late just to get back at you." "I guess I hadn't thought of that," I said. "Though, I could use the extra hour of pay that I lost yesterday," I lied, I wanted nothing more than to go home. I cleaned up a few things so that they had a good clean space while I continued talking with Tom. Sandy came back to the big walk in fridge to grab some beers. She was complaining, "I am so tired of these customers. My shift is supposed to be over but they just won't leave." She panted as she walked past. Sandy was stunning, but she was a bit of a bitch. I really didn't enjoy being around her any more than I had to. Though I certainly didn't mind looking. She had gorgeous brests that were huge but firm. Every part of her body was toned and fit. Her legs and arms were both clearly defined. In fact, overall she had a very athletic build. She was also fairly tall, about 5 foot 10. She had curly red hair that came down to her shoulders and a few freckles on her face and neck that added just a little bit of cuteness to her overwhelming sexiness. "I'll trade you," Tom joked. "I am just starting my shift." Her response wasn't verbal at all, instead she looked like she was going to kill him. Her eyes were like daggars as she glared at Tom in her typical bitchy manner. Almost as if to say, "How dare you talk to me." I know that not being able to go home right now would upset me, but she didn't have to take the joke so seriously, or get so mad. After all, she didn't have the training to take his shift, and he didn't have the assets for hers. It was a joke, and nothing more. I had some more cleanup to do so I turned my back to both of them, not wanting to get involved in the bitchy tirade that I was sure was coming. I continued cleaning up the few things I had left to do before going home, anxious to leave. Suddenly, I felt something. Something inside of me. It was as though some power, or energy dormant was flowing through me. Or was it from me? It felt like I had a fire burning inside me. It was quite intense though not painful, more like the feeling of drinking hard liquor, but much much stronger. I guess that wasn't quite it, but it is hard to compare it to anything else. I could feel massive amounts of energy moving and flowing. Then, as soon as it came it was gone. I felt totally normal again. "That was weird," I muttered to myself. I didn't have time to dwell on it. My thoughts were interrupted by Sandy. "Agh!" she shrieked. "What did you do to me?" "Holy Fucking Shit!" yelled Tom at almost the same time as Sandy's outburst. Since Tom was closer to me I turned around to see what the commotion was about. As I turned I came face to face with Tom. He had an expression of absolute horror on his face. He was looking down at himself and trembling. From the neck down, he had the body of a stunningly beutiful woman wearing a Steve's Sports Bar and Grill uniform. He had large breasts that were perfectly accentuated by the halter top. Slender, but well toned arms clearly visible due to the lack of sleves. A nice washboard stomach that was also visible with a navel ring. A black miniskirt. Long well toned legs that were clad in the pantyhose that was part of the uniform. His head and face looked just like it always had but it was sitting on top of a slender neck. His neck was much to slender to look right at all with his big round head. Of course his head was completely out of place with respect to the rest of his body. His neck even had a few freckles on it. The skin color didn't quite match up either. Tom was normally fairly pale, but below his head, his skin was now looking a bit more tan. "What the fuck?" Sandy yelled again. I was so shocked by Tom, that I forgot all about her. Looking over at her I saw a similar sight. Rather than her normally stunning body, she had an obviously male body which was slightly overweight and lighter than her face. It was like the two of them switched from the neck down somehow. In fact, I could find no other explanation. "How ... How is this even possible?" Sandy gasped. "Give me back my body, now!" she demanded angrily. Tom didn't respond. He continued to look down at his new body. Stunned and silent. He made no indication that he even heard her. "Tom. Tom!!" she yelled. "Huh," Tom muttered as he started to come out of it. "Switch us back now!" she demanded angrily. "I didn't do this," Tom said defensively. "I ... I think I need to sit down," he said. Since there was no chair around, he leaned over the counter to support himself, not really paying much attention to Sandy, and giving me a great view of Sandy's cleavage. "Fix this now!" Sandy yelled again. She was absolutely livid. Her very pretty face so contorted with anger. She rushed toward Tom and slapped him across the face from the other side of the counter that he was still leaning on. "You fucking bastard!" she yelled at Tom again as she did so. She was now a fair bit stronger than she normally was and hit Tom quite hard. Tom fell down sprawled onto the floor. He just looked up at me with a stunned expression on his face. He was obviously taking this quite hard. He was barely able to stand before she hit him. Now, he was sprawled out on the floor. Sandy ran around the counter to the grill line where Tom and I were and looked like she was going to attack him again. "I want my body back!" she yelled getting ready to hit him again. "Stop it!" I yelled as I rushed in to pull a crazed Sandy away from him. "I don't think he did it," I said with as much certainty as I could muster. She was still swinging and kicking. It took a lot of effort but I managed to drag her away from Tom. She was a lot heavier than she would have been before. Tom wasn't exactly fit, but he was still pretty strong and she fought me. "Tell him to ... fix this," Sandy stammered and began to cry just a little. Tom was still on the floor. He had a look of complete detachment and shock on his face still. By now, quiet the commotion had been raised. Several of the other waitresses came back to see what was going on. They just stood there in absolute shock. "What ... Who ... What is going on?" stammered Joan finally. "I'll tell you what," snapped a tearful Sandy. "This dick stole my body. That's what happened," she said between sniffles while pointing to Tom. Tom was was still sprawled on the floor. "No ... No I didn't," Tom managed to say while sitting up and snapping out of it a little. He was still trembling and barely able to sit up. "I don't think that is what happened," I said. "They just switched bodies like this. One minute they were talking, the next, they switched," I explained. "What are we going to do? How can we fix this?" asked Sandy, calming down a little. "Well, for starters, you should stop smacking Tom around," I said. She looked like she was going to say something, but then didn't. "Joan, can you go get them both a chair?" I asked trying to take control just a bit. She nodded, still obviously in shock and left. "Do we know what did this?" Heather, one of the other waitresses asked. "Is it contagious? I don't want that happening to me," she continued. Sandy started pointing at Tom as she gasped and wiped some tears from her eyes. I glared at her. She didn't actually say anything, though it was clear she was convinced that Tom did this. "It just happened," I said. "They were just talking and then bam, they switched." "What were they talking about?" asked Heather. Sandy chimed in. "I was complaining that a table wouldn't leave because my shift was over." She then glared at Tom. "Then Tom said, I'll trade you shifts. That must be it," Sandy continued. "Tom said he wanted to trade, then we traded all right. He stole my body." As she spoke, the tears were replaced with venom. "I ... I didn't do this," Tom said yet again. "I don't want to have your body, certainly not like this," he continued. Digging himself in deeper with Sandy. "That is the only way you'll ever have my body," Sandy snapped. "Besides, your body is fat and overweight. And mine is skinny and sexy," she stated that last part with pride. Tom had a look much like a deer in headlights. Sandy was really giving him a hard time. "It is also female. I have a girlfriend," he finally replied. "I don't want to be a woman." "And what's wrong with being a woman?" Sandy said. "Well," Heather interrupted. "As much fun as this is, I am going to get back to my tables." She turned around and left, obviously wanting nothing to do with this situation. A few of the other girls silently followed. "This isn't getting us anywhere," I said trying to keep things from degenerating any more. "I think it is," Sandy said. "If he did it to me, then he can undo it." "I didn't do this," Tom asserted yet again. Joan returned with a chair in each arm. She put one out for Sandy. Sandy actually looked grateful to Joan and quickly sat down. Joan brought the other chair over to Tom and set it behind him. She gave Tom a disgusted look, almost like he was diseased and she would catch it if she touched him. Sandy may have been convincing the others that Tom was in fact to blame. I walked over and helped Tom into the chair. "Well, we still have customers," Joan stated, obviously uncomfortable with the situation. "Someone has to look after them." At that she turned around and left. The rest of the waitresses either left or stood around and observed silently. "Don't just leave me here like this," Sandy protested as most of the other waitresses left her to face this on her own. I knew that she didn't really have many friends here at work. This situation was so awkward, that nobody really wanted to be around. Frankly, it it weren't for Tom, and weren't taking place in my work space, I'd probably leave too. I heard the back door opening. Shortly thereafter Steve walked around the corner. "John, you can go now," he said as he saw me. Then he froze as he saw Sandy and Tom. "What the hell is going on here?" he asked. "They just switched bodies for some reason," I replied. "People don't just switch," he said looking at them. "What did you do?" he askd them both. I had to admit that he was right. People don't just switch. Up until now I had been too shocked or busy to think about the ridiculousness of their predicament. "Nothing," Tom said before Sandy had a chance to accuse him again. "I think he had something to do with this," Sandy said point to Tom in spite of his preemption. "Did anything weird happen? I mean before this switch," Steve asked. "I don't want this happening again," he added. Steve looked at them both with curios looks. "No," Tom and I both said. Sandy gave us both a look. "Well, John, you cover Toms's shift. I'll get Heather to take care of any last tables Sandy may have had. You two try to figure this out and get back to normal if you can," Steve said. "If you can't get back to normal, at least try to figure out what caused it. I don't want this happening to any more of my employees. Or myself for that matter," he added. He was obviously more worried about his restaurant running then their predicament. "But how do we fix this?" Sandy whined. "I can't go out like this," she said poking her slightly plump gut. "Me either," said tom gesturing to his body. "Not dressed like this," he added. "Well, I suppose you can wear the jeans I wore over my uniform when I arrived," Sandy offered. She still had an icy tone in her voice, but for the first time she was being at least somewhat helpful. "You guys figure this out," Steve said again. "John, cover Tom's shift. You two, take this mess elsewhere.," He then went out to make sure everything else was in order. "Come on! I was supposed to be done," I whined. "Well, at least you didn't lose your body," Tom said. I just wished that this problem would just go away. I wanted to go home, and now I was being coerced into working some more. Of course Tom did have a point. I guess they had bigger problems to worry about. I still wished this problem would go away so that I could go home as planned. Then I felt it again. The power, the fire or whatever it was, stirring withing me, burning and surging. Not painfully, but very intense like before. Then it subsided almost immediately. "I ... I am me again!" Sandy exclaimed gleefully. "Me too!" said Tom. "Don't you ever do that again," Sandy said while glaring at Tom. "I told you before, I didn't do this," Tom replied defensively. "Guys, stop it," I said trying to prevent another argument, thought knowing it was too late. "Just be glad you are back to normal." Sandy froze for a minute. She looked as though she was about to say something, the turned around. Instead she began hugging herself and squeezing her plentiful breasts in delight, not caring that she was putting on quite the show. She started running her hands all over her body, as if she might find something missing or out of place. Just then, Steve came back and looked at them with a surprised look. "Hmm," said Steve. "How did you get back to normal?" he asked. "We just switched back," said Tom. "Just like the first time when we just switched for no apparent reason." "Do you know what caused it?" Steve asked, his voice on edge. "No," replied Tom. Sandy was too busy making sure she was all back to normal. "Well, John will still cover your shift," he said. "You and Sandy get out of here. See if you can figure out what happened. I'd prefer this didn't happen again in my restaurant," he added without any real compasion, still worried more about his restaurant than Tom or Sandy. "What!" I complained. "They are back to normal now. I was supposed to go home." "I want them to figure out what happened, if possible, and how to keep it from happening again. When you switch bodies with Sandy, then you can go home," he replied abruptly. I silently wished that I was the one who got to go home right now. Then, I felt it. The burning sensation from within stirred yet again. This time it was quite different. In addition to the strange burning sensation that was becoming familiar, I felt me entire being stretching and squished, it was like my senses were torn from me all at once. My senses dulled. My vision faded away until I couldn't see anything but darkness. My hearing began to go away until I couldn't hear anything. Every sensation in my body dimmed until it was gone. Every sensation that is, but the fire, the burning, the power. I still felt that. For a moment, I was completely detached. I couldn't hear of feel anything at all. Then, my senses slowly started returning. My vision returned, but something was wrong. I was looking at Steve before, but now, I was looking at the wall on the other side of the kitchen. Had I turned my head when my senses were absent? No, I seemed to be in a different location. My hearing returned. Then I began feeling my body again as well. The burning subsided again, just like it always did. As I took stock of my senses, I noticed that it didn't feel quite right. I couldn't put my finger on it. I wasn't in pain, I wasn't uncomfortable. I just didn't feel right. Looking down, I immediately saw severl thing that were out of place. For starters, I was wearing a Sport Bar and Grill uniform. From this vantage point, I could see ample cleavage on my chest being accentuated by the halter top I was now wearing. "What the hell?" I said aloud, in shock from what I saw. "Not again," I hear a famailiar voice whine. It was my own voice. But not like I normally heard it. I recognized the sound from videos and recordings. The way everyone else heard it. I looked up to see my old body, standing behind the counter on the grill line, with a horrified expression on its, my, face. "What is going on now?" Steve asked with an annoyed tone. "Shit!" I said aloud. I was startled to hear my own voice. I sounded much higher than normal. It sounded kind of familiar, but not quite. I couldn't quite place it. I reached up and tentatively poked a breast ignoring Steve. I was amazed that Tom had managed to avoid doing so. At least I didn't see him do it. It was strange feeling the poke on both my finger, and my chest. This flesh, it was definitely part of me. I wasn't accustomed to having feeling on my chest so far away from my body. I could feel the pull of gravity on my chest as well. It also felt like my chest was being squeezed. Then I realized that I would probably be wearing a bra. I assumed I was in Sandy's body, and I bet sandy wore a pushup to work which would make it even tighter. I could feel hair brushing my neck. I normally had short hair. I reached up and grabbed it. I saw curly red hair between my fingers. I gave it a tug and felt it in my scalp. Then I noticed my fingers. They were slender and well manicured. Yep, I was undoubtedly in Sandy's body. And, judging from the hair, as well as the fact that my body was fully in tact, it wasn't just from the neck down like it was for Tom. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or bad. On the one hand, unlike Tom, I had completely lost my old identity. However, I wouldn't look like a freik walking around either. "Damn it, why does this keep hapening to me?" my old body, Sandy, asked. "What?" Steve adked looking confused. "Stop whining, covering for Tom isn't so bad," he added. At this point I chimed in. "I am John. Over here," I said while waving. "Sandy?" I asked while looking at my old body. I was fairly certain that it was, but I thought I would check. "Yes, it's me," she said. Begining to cry, in my body. I hoped nobody saw that, at least not without knowing she was there. "Sandy!" Steve said pointing to my old body. "I told you to get out of here. I didn't want this happening to any more of my staff. And now, it has," he added with an annoyed scowl. "Damn it, get out of here you two." "Stop feeling my body," I heard Sandy, in my body say. I hadn't really noticed that I was still poking her, my, breast. "Why did you ..." she started. "If you are going to say steal your body, then don't," I interrupted, anticipating where that was going. "I didn't steal your body, I don't want to be in your body. I seriously doubt that Tom stole your body. Nobody wants to be in your fucking body!" I nearly screamed at her. "Of the two of us, you are the only one who has been involved in something like this twice," I said, not in the mood for any of her accusations. "But ..." she began. "She, um, he is right," Steve said. "I want you both out of my restaurant before this happens again. Sandy, figure this out," he added. It was nice for someone to be blaming her for a change. "I'll take those jeans now," I said to Sandy. I followed her to the break room in silence. She fished a bag out of one of the employee cubby holes and reached in. She pulled out a pair of jeans and handed them to me. "I'll be in the bathroom for a minute, then we can go," I told her. Her jaw dropped as I said this. "Don't you dare," she said in reply. "I don't want you touching my body." "First of all," I said, getting quite annoyed with her, and frustrated myself. "Right now, it is my body. Not yours. I will not have you telling me what not to do with it." She was stunned. "Second of all. I will not be wearing this out in public," I said pointing down at myself and the skimpy uniform I was wearing. "I can take off your miniskirt right here in the hallway if you would prefer." She didn't say anything as she half heartedly pointed to the employee bathroom. "I'll be right back," I informed her. I went to the employee bathroom to change out of the miniskirt and put on the jeans. Eager for a bit of privacy to take this all in, without her giving me a hard time. Of course I gave her a hard time in return. I was glad that the employee bathroom had some privacy. It was a single occupant bathroom, unlike the ones out front for customers. Once inside of the bathroom I started looking at myself in more detail, and paying attention to the differences that I felt. One of the big differences was that I felt pretty naked. I usually wore a lot more clothing. Sandy's top, or rather her uniform, had no sleeves, so my arms were completely exposed. That however, wile unusual, wasn't too strange. I wore tank tops to the gymn. My stomach, however, was exposed between the halter top and the top of the miniskirt. That felt exposed. Looking down, I could see nice, firm abs. I now had Sandy's navel ring. I tugged on the navel ring slightly, half expecting not to feel anything. I felt the pull on my belly button as I tugged. I pulled a few more times in disbelief, each time not expecting to actually feel anything as I tugged. I turned my attention back to her breasts. That was definitely the strangest feeling coming from my new body. I poked them tentatively with my finger. Like with the navel ring, I kept expecting not to feel it. But each time, I could feel the sensation in my chest. It was strange because I felt the poking on my chest, but it wasn't in the location I kept expecting it to be. The sensation was so far in front of me. It was also quite weird to feel my chest compressing and squishing from the slightest touch. I worked out a fair bit, and my real chest was quite solid. That was nothing like this. After a while, the location that I kept poking was feeling tender. My new chest was far more sensetive than my old one as well. "Enough of that," I said, snapping myself out of mindless poking that I had fallen into. I had to get changed. I felt around inside the seam of the miniskirt. I found a little zipper in the back. It took a minute, but I unzipped it. I then began pulling the miniskirt down my legs. It felt very strange. I had never worn pantyhose before. I could feel the material of the skirt sliding over the nylon on my legs. It was a strange feeling for me, though I knew that it was probably quite common for most women. I ran my fingers up and down my stunning legs for a moment. I was starting to get excited a bit. I was starting to feel a wetness between my legs. "Are you almost done in there?" Sandy exclaimed in exasperation. "I'm coming, I'm coming," I yelled through the door. I was a bit annoyed at being rushed like this, but, as the wetness between my legs reminded me, there was one more area I had to check out. I reached my hand between my crotch. I already knew what I would find, or rather, wouldn't find. Between my legs, there was nothing. Running my finger back and forth, I didn't really feel a whole lot. I suspected that it was going to be hard to arouse much, as I still had the panties, and the pantyhose on. "Perhaps later, frankly, I don't know that I feel ready for that yet." Even thought I was exploring Sandy's body fairly thoroughly, I wasn't quite comfortable with this situation. I took off her shoes and slipped the Jeans on, not bothering to take her pantyhose off, partly because I was in a hurry, and partly because I was starting to wish that I hadn't explored so thouroughtly. I wanted to be able to ignore my new body, at least a little. As soon as I was done putting her shoes back on, I left the bathroom. "What ... What the hell were you doing in there?" Sandy asked "Nevermind, I don't want to know, you pervert." I let that one slide, as she was kind of right. I did get a little carried away in there. I was more curios than anything. I was already uncomfortable with my explorations because it revealed just how much I had changed. In light of my explorations, the reality of the situation set. I think I liked being able to pretend this wasn't happening. I was no longer able to do that now. "Are you two still here?" Steve asked as we went around the corner to leave. "I thought I told you to leave, before you infect anyone else." "If you kick me out, I'll sue," Sandy threatened. She put her hands on her hips in a pouty manner. It looked ridiculous in my old body. I don't quiet think it had the effect she was used to getting from that move. "First of all, I didn't have anything to do with this, and good luck proving that I did. In fact, good luck proving that it happened at all," he said deflecting the threat. "I don't think anyone who didn't see you and Tom would believe it." "Second of all," he continued. "Since you have been involved in this twice now, it stands to reason that you are involed, at least more than I am," he said as he pointed to Sandy. "If anyone is suing, it will be me, suing you for disrupting my restaurant. Now, I don't want it to come to that. So just get the hell out of here!" I had to admit, he had a point there. Sandy conceded defeat and dropped the matter. "Come on," she commanded. "I am staying near my body until we switch back. Hopefully it will just reverse itself like the last one did. Besides I want to keep you from touching it any more than you already have." "Ok Ok, we'll go together," I said, not really wanting to be with her any more, but resigned to it. Frankly, I wanted to keep an eye on my body as well. "Where is your car?" she asked. "I don't have one, I can walk to my apartment in five minutes," I answered. "Of course you wouldn't have a car, you are worthless grill cook John," she said. "Well, my apartment is five minutes away," I said. "Let's just go there where we can have some privacy, and figure this out," I said, trying to regain some control of the situation. The walk to my apartment seemed to take much longer than the normal five minutes. Even though I was now wearing jeans, I still felt quite exposed. I could feel the jeans rubbing against the pantyhose that I had left on underneath. I was starting to regret that. It was a constant reminder, that I wasn't me. Of course I had others. I could feel the breeze in places on my body that were normally quiet covered up. Worst of all was the fact that all of the men were staring at me. Of course I couldn't blame them. I stared at Sandy all the time. Sandy and I barely said a word to each other as we trudged to my apartment. For all the grief she had given me about not having a car, I knew that she didn't have one either. She would usually get a ride from one of the other waitresses, or ride the bus. With the way the men were looking at me, I wouldn't want to ride the bus looking like this. We finally arrived at my apartment. "Ok John, how do we fix this?" she demanded. "I don't know. Last time it just wore off, right?" I asked her. "Of the two of us, you are the only one who has gone through this," I reminded her needlessly. "You were there," she replied. "It just happened, then reversed itself about ten minutes later. It has already been ten minutes and it hasn't gone back," she sighed. "Well, I guess we just sit around here until we return to normal," I offered, not really having a better idea. "That is your plan?" she snapped, obviously not impressed with it. "Unless you have a better one," I retorted. "Look, you can have a beer from the fridge, and we'll just wait until we change back." "After the way you felt me up, you'd better give me a fucking beer," she snapped with venom in her voice. "Well, you can go beat off if you want to," I offered, feeling somewhat embarrassed by my self exploration. "Ewe! Just get me a beer!" was all that she said in reply. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a few beers. I handed one to Sandy and plopped down on my couch, opening the other one. Sandy was quite again. I turned on the TV in an effort to both keep Sandy quite and distract myself. There was no chance of that. I finally had some piece and quiet. I began going over this crazy day in my mind. It started when Tom jokingly said he'd trade with Sandy. I went over that again and again in my mind. Then I remembered something that I hadn't before, it didn't even register in my mind at the time. When Tom said he'd trade shifts with her, I had a passing thought in my mind that went something like this. "He couldn't take her shift, he doesn't have the body for it." It was an almost subconscious musing that I immediately forgot. That is when the switch occurred. Later, when I wished everything would go back to normal, it did. After that Steve was insisting that I cover Tom's shift after what happened to Tom. When I protested, he indicated that if Sandy and I swapped, I could go. I remember wishing that I met that criterion, not so I could be Sandy, but so that I could go home. It was a passing thought, one that I obviously didn't mean. Then, of course, there was that burning sensation that accompanied each change. Was I somehow involved in this? I was starting to think I just might be. "What the hell?" I mused to myself. Everytime I had a thought about switching, or even related to switching, it happened. Accompanied by strange feelings each time. What a weird day. Even before all this swapping madness occurred, it was weird. I had a run in with that strange cloud thing before work. "The cloud," I said aloud in realization. "What, a cloud?" Sandy said as she heard me. Annoyed that I would be talking to her. "Nothing," I said. "I was just thinking about my online cloud backup," I said trying to think of something that would make her forget it. "Whatever," she said in an annoyed sing song manner. I think she was more than happy to forget about whatever it is I said. The cloud thing entered into me. I had forgotten all about that between the business of work, and the craziness afterward. It seemed to respond to me, or at least my subconscious. Last time, when I wished that it was over, it was. When I, subconsciously, at least wished that I met the criterion for going home, it happened. "I wonder," I thought to myself. "Can I control it?" I decided an experament was definately in order. "Ok," I thought to myself. "I want my real head back." Immediately I felt it, the now familier burning sensation. I also felt the tearing and twisting that I felt earlier, thought localized in my neck. A moment later, the burning sensation subsided. The hair that was on my shoulders disappeared. I reached up and grabbed my head and face. It felt normal. "Hey Sandy," I said, testing my voice and glad that I sounded like myself again. "Our heads, I think they switched back." She began grabbing her head and noticed her hair. "Why didn't we switch back completely?" she asked. "I want my whole body back," she whined. "Well, so far this plan is working," I shrugged, now knowing that I could return anytime, and frankly, planning on it. "If we wait some more, perhaps we'll switch back all the way." "We'd better," she said. "I am not going to go through life with a male body." "Perhaps you should enjoy it," I suggested. "Feel free to use the bathroom." "No way in hell. That is disgusting," she said. "I have had to pee for an hour. I will pee my pants before I look down there." "Now that you mention it, I do have to pee," I said. "I'll be right back." "Oh no you don't! That is my body, I don't want you touching it," she said, almost pleading. I was feeling a bit sorry for her. She had a point, and now that I knew I could control it, I felt a bit guilty. But I really did have to pee. "Ok, you can watch," I said. I didn't really feel like a victim anymore, and consequently, I felt like I needed to respect her body. Besides, I really had to pee. "Just leave the door open," she responded. I went to the bathroom. I stoped to look in the mirror for just a moment. I really had to pee, but I was dying to see what I looked like. I saw my own face, just like I always did. Below my chin, however, was a very slender neck. It was slightly more tan than my face and head. It had some freckles on it. It also seemed a bit longer than my own neck, though that may have been an optical illusion caused by the slenderness. I wasn't really sure. Below that, were Sandy's perfect breasts. I still couldn't get used to seeing them there. I resisted the urge to touch them, realizing sandy could see me, and still in a hurry to use the toilet. I went to the toilet and pulled down the jeans. I then slid the pantyhose down to my knees. That was a strange feeling as they slid down. Next, the panties. This was the first time that I saw my crotch since switching with Sandy. I was half expecting to see my usual self downstairs, but I was met instead with a small mound. I noticed that Sandy kept her pubic hair well trimmed. I resisted the urge to explore further as Sandy was in the next room. I looked out to see her glaring at me silently. "Well, get down to business," she snapped, now with her own, bitchy voice back. I sat down and peed. It didn't really feel any different unless I thought about the location of the stream. The single biggest difference was that I felt a little dribbling as I got a little on myself. "Ewe," I said as I grabbed a wad of toilet paper to wipe myself dry. I quickly pulled the panties, pantyhose, and jeans back up so as not to piss Sandy off any more than I had. "I didn't touch anything," I said as I returned to my place on the couch. "You still looked more than you needed too," she replied, not quite mad, but annoyed. "You know, it really isn't that different," I said. "If you need to go to the bathroom, you should. You could even sit down if you prefer, then you don't have to touch anything, or worry about making a mess," I added "No, I don't want to," she replied. "Come on, you'll feel better," I said "Ok, but don't watch," she said. "Ok," I replied. "You can close the door." "No, I mean don't watch me right now," She said with an embarassed look on her face. "Don't watch me stand up," She said. "Ohh" I said in realization. "So that is why you haven't stood up this whole time?" I grinned. "I already gave you the solution to that. Go on. You'll feel better," I encouraged. "But ... ewe," was all she said. "Well, at least go to the bathroom," I said. "Trust me, I understand the situation. Just stand up and go." She finally got up, muttering as she did. She seemed inclined to hunch over as she waddled over to the bathroom. Her "problem" clearly visible through my jeans. She went into the bathroom and closed the door. She was in there for nearly fifteen minutes before I heard her scream in delight. The whole time I resisted the urge to do the same. After all, this situation was my fault, and I could fix it at any time. I felt bad enough that I didn't just restore her right away and send her home. But I couldn't, my curiosity had gotten the best of me. She came out of the bathroom a short while later with a very sheepish grin on her very pretty face. "Feeling better?" I asked. "Um, yeah," was all she said. I decided not to press the matter. We sat there in silence for a few minutes. Neither of us bringing up what happened. Finally she spoke. "You know ... since it did ... you can ... you know ... if you want to," she said. "It is only fair," she added looking away from me as she spoke. I could see that her face was bright red. "But don't get any ideas about doing anything together, or ever again after this," she added firmly. Obviously trying to break free from her embarrassment. "Well, I must admit, I am curios," I said. "Well, go on, just don't talk to me about it. I really don't want to know," She said. I still felt a little guilty, since this was my fault, but with her permission, I went to my bedroom. In my excitement I went to a mirror that hung from the bathroom door. I started stripping off her clothes starting with her halter top. In the mirror, I could see her stunning breasts, now covered only by her bra. The definition of her body was incredible. Her ribs were slightly visible, but mostly covered up by the tone of her muscle. I flipped the bra down and turned it around, doing the reverse of what I had seen my girlfriends to to put it on, and unfastened the clasp. Even without the bra, her breasts were quite firm. Not as perky as smaller breasts would be, but certainly not sagging either. I peeked at the bra. They were a D cup. I reached up to grab them with both hands. The feeling was strange, and they were more sensitive than I would have thought. I licked my fingers than began tweaking the nipples. The nipples became erect and I quickly became aroused. I started feeling wet between my legs. I felt familiar feelings of arousal. I quickly stripped off the remaining clothes until I was completely naked. I laid down on the bed and began fingering myself. I quickly found the clit and rubbed. It was a very familiar build up, the big difference was that it took longer. I was so aroused that it didn't take as long as it probably did for most women. The familiar build up kept rising, and rising, until, I felt a familiar sensation as I came. It feelings weren't that different. It was perhaps a little bit longer than my orgasms would have been in my old body. I suppose that was the trade off for a slower, longer build up. The biggest difference was that I didn't feel like I was done. I kept going, it took a little longer, but I built up to another orgasm. I managed one more before I felt satisfied. I got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned up just a bit. There wasn't as much mess as there would have been in my old body, but there was still some clean up to do. I peed one more time from all the beer, and put her clothes back on. Leaving off the pantyhose since they weren't the most comfortable. I then walked out, probably grinning stupidly. Sandy was sitting there, trying not to look at me and didn't say a word. "We never speak of this," she finally said. "I enjoyed it, you enjoyed it, and nobody will ever know." "Ok. Not a word," I said. "I wonder when we'll switch back?" Sandy asked, changing the subject. I thought about switching our torsos back, and only keeping the lower halves. Immediately, I felt the burning sensation of energy, and the twisting and tearing at my neck and waist. Then it was done. "I guess that answers that," Sandy said. "I just wish it would finish up and we'd get back to normal," she continued. This left me with my normal body from the waist up and with Sandy's gorgeous legs, hips and ass, and of course her femininity. I was wearing Sandy's jeans. My legs looked a little too small for my body. "Well, shouldn't be long now," I said. "I just wish it would be done," Sandy said. I don't know why I was delaying so long. Perhaps I didn't want her to go. She started off as a bit of a bitch, but she was definitely growing on me. "Walk a mile in someone else's shoes," I muttered to myself so that she couldn't hear. It was getting late now and I was quiet tired. I leaned against the side of the couch to support myself. *** I opened my eyes, it was bright out. Sunshine streaming through the blinds. "I must have fallen asleep," I muttered to myself. I tried to sit up, but something was on top of me. I looked down to see Sandy sleeping on top of me, curled up under my right arm. I was surprised to find her there, of course, I had just fallen asleep on the couch, she probably did the same. I decided that another switch was in order before she awoke. I switched our legs, hips, asses back to normal. I was going to finish the job, but on an impulse, I kept our genitalia swapped, secretly hoping for another session with my finger and multiple orgasms. "Sandy," I said as I nudged her. "Ugh" She groaned as she began to wake up. As soon as she saw where she was, she sat up with a start. "I just fell asleep," she stammered, embarrassed by the situation. "I don't mind," I said as I boldly put my arm around her. I wasn't sure why I did that. This was Sandy after all. She chewed me out on an almost daily basis. To my surprise, she didn't pull away, but instead, gently wrapped her arm around mine and pulled it toward her. Carried away in the moment, I leaned forward to kiss her. I kept expecting her to pull away and yell at me, but she didn't. She kissed me back. Gently at first, but then then passionately. Finally we began probing each other's mouthes with our tongues. "It looks like we switched back all the way," Sandy said purring. I took the not so subtle cue and led her back to my bed. I began tearing her clothes off starting with the top as we walked. By the time we got to the bed, I had her top, and bra off. "Mmm, my turn," she said sexily as she took my shirt off. I began kissing then licking her nipples. Caressing them with my tongue, remembering how good it felt when they were my breasts. We continued like this for a while, forgetting about removing our pants. I just stimulated her breasts until she started gasping. "I want you now," she screamed suddenly. I reached into my nightstand to pull out a condom. Quickly removing my pants to put it on. "Oh, fuck me," I said as I saw my groin. I had forgotten my little impulsive restraint in finishing the swap. She saw my groin and heard what I said. "If you insist," she said with a sexy purr. I was so aroused that I didn't care that I now had a vagina instead of my usual member. She tore her own pants off and snatched the condom from my hand, putting it on herself. Caught up in the moment and not thinking about the situation with a clear head, I laid on my back and spread my legs. She seemed to instinctively know what to do and climbed between my legs and inserted my penis into her vagina. I yelped as she penetrated me, not quite expecting the zing of simultanious discomfort and pleasure that came with it. She began thrusting and I joined in as we found a rhythm. All too soon, she came and relaxed. "Oh, don't stop," I whined. "Well well, it looks like you get to see how that feels," she said grinning. "But I think we can fix that." She put her face in my crotch and deftly began eating out her own clit. I seemed like this wasn't a first for her, which didn't surprise me. It didn't take long before I came, groaning as the pleasure washed over me. I expected her to stop, but she didn't. She kept going, and before long, she brought me to another orgasm. Then she stopped. She smiled seductively and went into the bathroom to clean up. "That was fun, but weird," she yelled from the bathroom. "Yeah, I'll say," I replied. After she was done, I took my turn to clean up. We each put our own clothes on, but hers didn't exactly fit with my genitalia still attached. I decided it was time to switch back fully, both regretting and reveling in my decision not to finish the job earlier. The familiar burning and tearing came and went, and we were back to normal. "It looks like it reverted fully," I said to Sandy. "Well, that is my cue to leave," she replied. "I think that will have to be a one time thing," she said on her way out. "While I enjoyed it, it is to weird of an experience to start a relationship on." "Yeah," I reluctantly admitted. I had kind of developed a thing for her. But I didn't think that unintentional body theft, and reverse gender sex was the stuff relationships were made of. "It has been fun. Hopefully we don't switch again," I said, knowing that I could probably ensure that we either did, or didn't. "I guess I'll see you at work," I said "Yeah, that won't be awkward or anything," she replied. "Remember, not a word." "Not a word," I repeated as she walked away. As soon as she was gone, I was left with a lot to think about. Apparently, I could cause body swaps at will. I also had to be careful not to think certain things, or they could happen on their own. The future would definitely be interesting.