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This is the third part of the story. Be sure to read The Entity and The Entity Part II first. The Entity Part III by Quicksilver I stared at the entrance to Steve's sports bar. I was due to start work now. I was still trying to gather the courage to go inside. The last time I was here was pretty wild and Steve wasn't exactly thrilled about the whole thing. So much so that he called to give me an extra day off just to avoid me. Finally, I gathered up the courage to go in. Many of the girls were already here preparing to open by eleven. They were bustling about taking chairs down from off the tables and setting up the bar. Heather was bringing beer out into the big bed of ice in front. I said hello to the girls as I walked in. I noticed that many of them kept their distance from me. Many of them saw what transpired the other day. I knew that the rest all knew as well. Their reaction to me was almost as if they knew I was to blame. I ignored them and went to the back of the restaurant and onto the grill line. I turned on the char-broiler and fired up the deep fryers. I was in the middle of mixing up a batch of hot wing sauce when I heard a voice behind me. "What the hell are you doing?" I turned around to see Steve standing there. He had his arms crossed and a deep scowl on his face. "Um ... preparing the line," I replied tentatively. "I can see that," he snapped, "I mean, what are you doing here, at work? I thought we settled this last night." "Last night?" I asked with bewilderment. "Yes, we talked on the phone. Surely you remember," he replied. "Refresh my memory," I said, wondering what this was about but already fearing that I knew the answer. Jen was in my body and had my phone last night so I didn't know about this conversation at all. I wanted to hear it from him. Clearly she hadn't remembered to mention the phone call she had with my boss. I guess she must have had other concerns. I can't really blame her. "I told you not to bother coming back. I'll mail you your paycheck next payroll run," he said, "I don't want you guys here." "You guys?" I asked. "Seriously? We already went over this. You, Sandy, and Tom, gone!" Just then, almost as if on cue, Sandy stomped into the kitchen to join us. She was clearly angry and was exaggerating her stomping almost comically. It reminded me of the tantrums that children throw. She was dressed for work even though she had been fired. "You can't fucking do this ... It's ... discrimination!" she screamed. "Look ... guys ... I have found your recent personal problems to be a distraction to the productivity of others. That is grounds for termination. Now both of you get out of here before I take legal action," He said authoritatively. He then started to prepare the remainder of the grill line himself while glaring at us. Sandy began to cry. "It's not fair," she said between sobs. "This is the only decent job I have had that pays the bills. Between school and rent, I need this job." "Look!" I interrupted. "If you are worried about a repeat incident, then don't. I know what caused this and it isn't Sandy or Tom. Don't fire them." Steve looked up at me with a curios expression before asking, "So what did cause it?" "Just re-hire Sandy and Tom and don't worry about it anymore," I replied. "It was you, wasn't it?" he asked raising his brow quizzically. "Um ... I," I began stammering, but not really forming a coherent thought. "It really was you," Sandy exclaimed as she stepped forward. She seemed both angry and relieved at the same time. I suspected she felt a bit of anger and resentment for what happened to her, but relieved that she could make at least some sense of it. "Um ..." I started but didn't say anything else. "Well, I still want you all out of here. Now!" Steve said forcefully. He apparently wanted to close the matter and didn't care what the facts were. "But ... it wasn't me ... it was John," Sandy protested. "Out!" Steve yelled. "For what it's worth, I am sorry," I said to Sandy as we started to leave. "Fuck off! You got me fired!" she snapped at me as she slapped me on the arm. It was most definitely not a playful gesture either. "Why the hell did you take my body? You probably just wanted to get fucked!" She looked like she was about to lose it. Even though we had opened up to one another yesterday morning, things were pretty much back to normal. She used to yell at me all the time before. I couldn't really blame her at all now. Even if it was an accident, she did have every reason to be upset with me. Especially now that I got her fired. "No, really ... it ... it was an accident," I stammered but she wasn't really listening to me. She was too busy wallowing in her misfortune. "This isn't fair; it's not even my fault," she pouted with tears streaming down her face. "This is the only job I can get, at least without getting naked, that pays my bills and tuition. They tip really well here." "If I could do anything to change his mind, I would," I said to her. She stopped suddenly and grabbed my arm. Her scowl relaxed a bit as she did so. In its place was a look of crazy desperation, the kind that means she had a crazy plan in mind. "Well ... Tell me about how you caused this," I could see the wheels turning in her head. I wasn't sure I liked this particular direction, but I decided to humor her since it was my fault, albeit accidentally. "Well," I started, "I was ... infused with some strange cloud. It seems to be the cause of this. Sometimes it just causes ... incidents on its own. Like with you and Tom, and again with you and me. But, sometimes I can also control it." I wondered if I should be so honest with her but I figured I owed her at least that. With our mutual termination, I didn't think I'd see her much anymore. She had a look of interested on her face. She paused for a moment before asking, "How well can you control it?" "Well, I seem to be able to cause swaps whenever I want, and I seem to have full control of those. However, sometimes things just happen on their own. Like with the two of us. "I said as I pointed. "The ones that occur on their own, I can't always control so well. But even those eventually were reversed, as you well know." "So ... when you choose to do it, you have full control?" she asked again. "It seems so," I replied. She hesitated before continuing, "So you could you mess with someone, you know, on purpose?" I could see a faint smile forming on her very pretty face, but not much of one. She was definitely forming a plan and I feared I already knew what it was. I didn't like it one bit. "I guess so, but it seems to be limited to swapping people and I don't want to involve anyone else," I replied trying to get her to drop the matter. "Well, I like this job. This is the best job I can get without going to the strip club, which I am not willing to do. I want to keep it," She rambled, seeming to avoid her point. "Since this is your fucking fault ..." she started. "I want you to help me get my job back?" "Look, I really feel bad for what happened to you, I really do. I will help you if I can, but what is it that you think I can do? At least that won't fuck up someone else's life?" I asked. Clearly she wasn't going to just drop this. "Swap Steve with someone," she said bluntly, "and then threatens to leave him until he gives us our jobs back." "Like I said, I'm not going to force someone else into that. I could probably be talked into messing with Steve a bit, but then there is the other person," I replied, "Why? Are you volunteering? That would probably freak him out enough to get your job back." "Hell no!" she replied. "Not me!" "Well, I'd do it, but our bodies are so much alike that I don't think it would have the full desired impact." "Well, that is certainly an option," she said, then after a brief pause she seemed to have another idea. "Are you sure this power only swaps people? Just because that is all you have done doesn't mean that it is limited to that." "I guess I am not sure. I must admit, I haven't really experimented too much." "Well, then experiment on Steve!" she demanded. "What did you have in mind specifically?" I asked. "I don't know; see if you can give him the traits of other people without swapping him with that person. Use your fucking imagination." I did feel bad for her and Tom. They were victims in this and didn't deserve to get fired. In my case, that was more questionable, but they surely didn't. On the other hand, in spite of it all, I kind of liked Steve. He was just scared that weird shit would interfere with his business or affect him. Finally, I decided to capitulate. "OK, I'll try to make him fat," I finally said. For the first time since she was fired, Sandy seemed happy. She even chuckled a little bit. I wasn't really sure how to go about doing this. I decided I'd just concentrate and will it to happen like I did for other swaps. I began concentrating on making him fat. I put everything I had into it, but nothing happened. I tried again. After about fifteen seconds of the most intense concentration I could muster, I declared that experiment a failure. Normally it only took a few seconds at most to will a manifestation. "Well, I can't make him fat," I declared. "Try turning him into someone else without actually swapping them," she suggested masking her disappointment. I began concentrating on this new idea. I pictured Tom in my head. Since he was a little overweight, I had hoped that I would be able to afflict Steve with the heft that I had originally planned. I wasn't surprised at all when nothing happened. I didn't give up however. I looked around the room and saw Heather still preparing for her shift. Looking at her, I concentrated on making Steve look just like her without swapping them. I hoped that because I could see her that it would be enough to actually pull it off. Again, nothing happened. Still not quite ready to give up, I then turned my attention to Sandy. I gave it one last try and began to concentrate. I concentrated and willed Steve to turn into Sandy with the most intense concentration yet. "It isn't working!" I muttered in frustration as I continued to concentrate on willing Steve's body to change. "Keep trying," Sandy said as she put her hand on my shoulder and shook me as she demanded that I continue. I felt a zap in my shoulder where she touched me. It kind of felt like static electricity. At first, that is what I thought it was. Then I felt the dormant power within awaken. I felt the burning feelings of power and energy flowing through my body. Sandy's touch seemed to be the needed catalyst. It was working! Or, at least something was. "Oh shit!" I heard Steve shout from the kitchen. At about this time the consuming feelings of energy flowing throughout my body were already beginning to subside. "I think it worked," I announced, "I was having trouble until you touched my shoulder." "Who did you turn him into?" she asked. "You, I think," I replied. "I didn't mean me!" she said with annoyance. She looked down with a bit of embarrassment. "Well, I tried several other people first. It wasn't' working until I tried to turn him into you, and you touched me." "Interesting," Was her only reply. I watched expression slowly change from a scowl to a slight grin as she thought about this. I thought that this would definitely be extreme for him. It would likely have the desired effect, or at least affect him enough to possibly have the desired effect. "John!" someone who sounded exactly like Sandy yelled as he came out of the kitchen. Sandy seemed surprised to hear her own voice, or one that she knew from recordings was her voice. I braced myself for the inevitable confrontation. As he emerged from the kitchen, I was shocked to see him. He was the spitting image of Sandy from head to toe. Of course I had expected that, but to actually see it was surprising. What was also surprising was that even his clothes were now changed to match Sandy's work uniform. If I hadn't known which was which to begin with, I wouldn't be able to tell them apart, at least not physically. "Change me back now!" a livid Steve shouted as he balled up his fist and punched me in the face. I staggered back a little bit shocked more than anything. It wasn't a hard punch. He now had Sandy's strength or lack thereof. Fortunately, it also didn't land well. It only grazed my cheek. "You fucking bastard!" Steve yelled again as he lunged forward for another. "Change me back now!" If it weren't for the way he was attacking me with his fists, I would have sworn it was just one of those times I'd pissed Sandy off. She tended to slap and push. He came at me again with his fists. I caught his fist this time and grabbed his other arm so that he couldn't hit me with it. He was struggling but not making any progress. I was now significantly stronger than him. He then had a smirk on Sandy's very pretty face as he tried to knee my groin. Fortunately for me I managed to twist to the side and he only managed to get my hip. Even though he missed his mark, it still hurt a fair bit since it was pretty hard and was a direct hit. "Stop it right now," the real Sandy stepped in to intervene. "Hitting John will just piss him off even more. After all, you need him to change you back," She pointed out. There were several gasps from the other girls that had stopped what they were doing to watch. They had all seen what happened the other day and were aware of the weird shit going on around here. But now the cat was out of the bag. If they hadn't figured it out by now, the all certainly knew that I was the cause. I noticed the whispers that were flying around now. I hadn't noticed the audience until now, but it made sense. We were making quite the scene. Steve stopped his onslaught for a moment to consider what Sandy just said. "As it is, he'll change you back when you re-hire us," she announced matter-of-factly. I didn't really like the fact that she was dictating what I would or wouldn't do. As it was, I was seriously considering switching him back now. I felt I had had my fun and felt that I had crossed a line at this point. "Fuck no! This is exactly why I fired you all. I didn't want this kind of shit happening again," he snapped. He began struggling again. I had let my guard down and he managed to slip from my grasp. Soon he was charging me again. "Change me back!" he demanded as he started swinging at me yet again. He landed several blows to my face and stomach. I didn't really fight back since I had always been taught not to hit a woman, ever. Even thought I knew that this was no woman inside, he certainly was physically. The other girls began to react at this point. Some of them cheered him on while others demanded that he stop. Some yelled at me, and some pleaded with me to stop this. A few, who probably didn't really like Steve, even cheered me on. I was too busy dealing with Steve to really notice them however. Steve had begun pushing me and hitting me again. None of his blows were really doing any damage. I deflected most of them, at least the ones to my face. The rest were just on my arms and shoulders. I'd probably have a few bruises there, but nothing major. He kept trying to sneak a knee to the groin. Sandy just watched with amusement at my predicament. I suspect that she was glad to see me getting punished a bit as well. Steve was still driving me back by pushing and hitting me. He was taking full advantage of the fact that I wasn't fighting back. As he was doing this, heather suddenly rushed forward and crouched behind me. I didn't really know she had done this until I toppled over backwards. Heather was always a bit of a brown noser with the boss, and she never really liked me much. I guess the fact that I wasn't hitting back encouraged her to score points with the boss and get to me at the same time. "Gotcha," Heather yelped with excitement. She scrambled out from under my legs and grabbed my feet. She was trying to keep me from getting up. I kicked at her a little bit, but I didn't want to hurt her so it wasn't too hard. Steve then sat on my stomach, straddling me. Even though I was getting the shit kicked out of me, and I knew that this was really a dude, I couldn't help but be turned on by that. Sandy's body was incredibly attractive and her work uniform was really sexy. Steve's skirt rode up high so that I could see the spanks that he was wearing underneath it. I could feel the silky feeling of the nylon hose against my arms. My train of thought was completely interrupted by a feeling of intense pain. Heather had just kicked me in the balls. I was fortunate in that it wasn't a direct hit, rather more of a graze. It was certainly enough to make me ball up and writhe in pain. Just not enough to completely destroy any chances of future children. At least I hoped. "Serves you fucking right," Amanda, another one of the waitresses sneered at me as she stepped into view next to my head, towering over me. Clearly this was getting out of hand. Now that everyone knew what I was capable of, several of them had turned against me. I had never really been friends with any of these girls, but I had gotten along with most of them. Now they were treating me like a bitter enemy. There were a few who seemed to be in favor of putting an end to all of this, but they didn't actually intervene. Amanda raised her foot to stomp on my face. I had to do something about this myself. In desperation, I willed my face and head somewhere else. Somewhere where my head wasn't about to get stepped on. I willed it right on top of Amanda's very own neck. I felt the power awaken within as it did its job. I felt a tearing sensation at my neck. In one instant I was looking up at the bottom of Amanda's shoe, about to get my face stomped. In the next instant, I was looking down at a body sprawled on the floor. My foot was raised above my old body, now sporting Amanda's head and face. I was about to stomp down and crush it. Without any thought on my part, my new foot had already begun to thrust downward. Apparently it had already been given the command to do so by Amanda before we switched. As soon as I realized what was happening, I immediately tried to raise my new sexy leg instead, thus preventing Amanda's pretty face from being smashed by her own foot. I was powerless to stop it, but I did manage to divert it. Instead of hitting Amanda's face, my foot thumped down next to her head. "Argh!" she shrieked from below me. She was freaking out. I also assumed she was now feeling the pain that had recently been mine, or just shocked at what had just happened, or both. Now she knew what it was like to be kicked in the balls. I couldn't help but wish that it was Heather that got to feel that, rather than Amanda. Of course, Amanda was deserving in my mind as well. What she had tried to pull was quite viscous. Steve, realizing what had happened, got up and released her. Heather let go of my old legs that she was still holding as well. Amanda just writhed on the floor a little bit. "Back off!" I yelled at my aggressors. "Or I'll get you too," I threatened them. I didn't really want to do any more damage to anyone. I regretted listening to Sandy about Steve. I desperately wished that I had resigned myself to my unemployed fate, and went job hunting instead. Instead, here I was fighting off my former boss and two crazed girls. Most of them scattered. Some of them left the restaurant, while others just went back to work. Those that did go back to work kept glaring over at us. Some with hatred or fear, others with pity. The only ones left in the immediate vicinity were Steve, Amanda, and Sandy, though there were quite a few onlookers standing back. They would occasionally shout something as well. I backed up and sat in a booth sitting sideways on the bench so that I was facing Amanda and Steve. "How are you feeling, Amanda?" I asked with genuine concern. I wasn't happy about this situation. "How do you think I fucking feel?" was all she managed to say. Even though she had just tried to smash my face under her foot, I took pity on her. "If you promise to leave me alone, I'll give you your body back," I conceded. "I promise!" was her immediate reply. I willed the exchange to take place. I wasn't really thrilled about going back, at least not with the state of my body, but I didn't think I should leave her as she was either. Part of me felt that I deserved it for going along with Sandy's dastardly plan. Besides, I only swapped with her to avoid having my face bashed in. Of course, she was the one about to do the bashing so I didn't feel too bad. I felt the power doing its job and my orientation changed suddenly. I was back on the ground and in pain again. Though it wasn't as bad as it was before. It was already starting to subside. Heather hadn't gotten me as bad as I thought and Amanda got to bear quite a bit of it for me. I briefly considered lending my testicles to Heather so she could get to endure the pain she caused, but I decided against it. In spite of it all, I really didn't want anyone to fear me and that might give them reason too, at least more than they already had. Once I was back in my own body, I sat up. It still hurt but I managed to do so. At this point, Sandy stepped forward. She was done passively observing at this point. I couldn't help but be a little upset with her for her passiveness. Nevertheless, I had inadvertently put her through a lot as well. Sandy grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door. "OK then, we'll just be going," she said as she dragged me out. "What about me? You can't leave me like this," Steve shouted behind us as we ran away. "You'll be changed back when we are re-hired," she shouted. "And paid for the days you made us miss," she added. "If we are going to extort him, we might as well go all the way, right?" she whispered to me. By now we were out the door and down the street a little bit. Steve came out of the front door chasing after us. "Change me back!" he shouted. "We'll be back tonight at closing," Sandy shouted back as we continued running away. We kept running and he followed for a while. We rounded a corner and ducked into a store. We had a good view of the sidewalk through the window up front. We just stared out of the window as we crouched down. Then we saw Steve run past us. "Wow! That didn't go as planned," I said to Sandy after he passed. "No! ... No it didn't," she admitted. "I could have used your help back there. After all, this was your plan," I accused her. I had very mixed feelings about this whole situation. I did feel terrible for Tom and Sandy. While I didn't have a lot of prospects, I could probably find another equivalent job somewhere. It wasn't like it was all that special to me. Originally, Steve was just looking out for his store. I regretted doing this to him since he tended to over react and then calm down. We probably could have negotiated a re-hire without resorting to this. Of course, after the way he and some of the other girls turned on me, I was feeling less bad about leaving him like that. "I'm having second thoughts about this," I said to Sandy as we hid. "Perhaps we should just go back and change him back to normal, and accept our fates." "Perhaps, but don't you want a little payback now?" she replied. "He might even give Tom and me our jobs back after that. Now that he knows you are to blame." "Perhaps," I admitted though I doubted it. I didn't know why she would want to work there after that anyway. I seriously doubted that things would ever be the same for her after this. Things had just kind of spiraled out of control. "Well, it's too late now, let's get out of here," Sandy said after a brief moments pause. I wondered if she was having the same thoughts that I was. We left the store and began walking back to my apartment. The walk back was a bit uncomfortable filled with awkward silence. "So, now what?" I asked trying to break the silence. "I guess we stick together until this pans out," she said. Then we both went back to our own thoughts, again walking in silence. My attempt to break it was utterly foiled. My thoughts kept dwelling on what had happened at Steve's. Why had everyone turned on me so much? I guess before, they didn't know what had really happened; only that it affected the three of us. Steve had reacted to that alone by firing all three of us for our coincidental involvement in something unexplainable. But now, they knew that I did it, and could even do it willingly. I didn't really blame them for reacting badly, though I wished it hadn't hurt so much. As we walked I noticed something strange. I could feel a slight warmth within. It was like a minor version of what I felt when the power was awake enough to cause a full swap. It was very brief, and then it was gone. The aching pain that I was still feeling from Heather's attack was also gone. I had just been healed, or something like that. I now felt perfectly fine. I thought about mentioning this but decided not to. When we got back to my apartment I opened the door and we went in. Sandy came in and sat in my recliner. She crossed her legs absently. I couldn't help but stare at her legs as she did so. They were fantastic. I didn't sit down. I was more curious about what had just happened on the walk home. I went into the bathroom to check myself out. I quick examination revealed nothing out of the ordinary. I looked just like I always did. I was slightly worried that this strange power had decided to just swap away the parts that were in pain. While I couldn't fully rule this out, nothing looked different. I decided to try an experiment. I found my razor and deliberately sliced my finger a little bit. I stared at it for about ten minutes while it trickled blood. I am sure Sandy wondered what the hell I was doing. Eventually the flow stopped on its own. Just when I was about to declare this experiment a failure, I felt it again. A slight trickle of energy, rather than the normal intense flow, and then it was gone. I watched in amazement as my finger sealed up. The pain was then gone completely and my finger looked normal. "Wow!" I declared aloud at what had just happened. There was clearly much more to this than I had first realized. I went back out to the living room and plopped on my couch. I let out a sigh as I did so. Again, I briefly considered talking to her about this new aspect, but I decided that I deserved some secrets. "I wonder how Steve is doing," she asked shortly after I had returned. "Maybe we should go back now," I suggested yet again. "No way. We'll go back at closing. Let that bastard stew for the day," she said. "See how he likes those uniforms he makes us wear," she started laughing at the thought of that. I had to admit, it was pretty funny to think of Steve stuck as Sandy and wearing the uniform that he himself mandated for the girls. I started laughing as well. I wasn't sure if I was actually laughing at Steve's predicament, or just coping with things. For a while we both just laughed together. "Thanks for doing this, even if it didn't go as planned," she said genuinely, "but I guess you owe it to me after stealing my body, fucking me, and getting me fired," she added with what I hoped was a hint of mock anger. But I couldn't really tell. "Why do you want this job so bad? Surely you could get a different job," I asked her. "Well, I could. Though, after what just happened, I may not be able to go back, even if we manage to convince Steve to re-hire me. I don't think working there will ever be the same," she admitted, "But, due to the uniform that they make us wear, I can get a lot of tips at Steve's. To beat it, I'd have to do less dignified things, or get some actual skills and credentials. That is actually why money is so tight for me. I am paying my way through college. Since it is summer, I am just working as much as possible to save up." "Well, you seem a lot smarter than I gave you credit for," I admitted to her. "Well, thank you!" she said as she slid onto the couch with me. Since she moved to the couch, obviously to be closer to me, I closed the gap more by sliding closer to her. I then put my arm around her. I half expected her to pull away or smack me but she seemed to have forgiven me, at least mostly. To my delight she cozied up to me instead of pulling away. We didn't say much of anything for a few minutes. I then moved down to kiss her and she kissed me right back. Before I knew it, we were back in my bedroom going at it. I was grateful for the healing that I had undergone earlier or I might not quite have been able to do so. It was strange to think that just two days ago we were doing this but I had Sandy's parts between my own legs. I endeavored to delay until after she had climaxed. When I failed, I did the exact thing for her that she had done for me the other day and ate her out until she also climaxed. Then we collapsed in the bed together. "You wanna trade?" she asked me with a suggestive grin. "All the way?" "Um, perhaps just like last time. I don't think I could do it with a guy," I replied thinking that would be too weird. Changing genitals wasn't too bad since I could focus on the rest of her incredibly sexy body and not think about it. Then there was the fact that if still felt good. A full exchange would be so ... gay. "How about a compromise then? Waist down?" she asked with a plea. I honestly didn't quite understand why she wanted to switch so badly. "I'm just curious," She added at my hesitation. I recalled the skill she seemed to demonstrate the other day when she ate out my pussy. "Fine, I said, thinking this might be strange, but willing to give it a try." I concentrated on the switch and could feel the energies being marshaled throughout my body. I felt a tearing sensation at my waist. I looked down to what was becoming an oddly familiar sight. I now had Sandy's pussy between her fantastic legs. "Wow, I think that had an unexpected side effect," she proclaimed, "I am ready to go now." We went at it again. I tried not to focus on the hairy masculine legs which was even stranger because I knew they were mine. I focused on her breasts, her stomach, her face, or anything else that was originally hers. I even found myself touching my own legs which were now feminine and sexy, and caressing them. That all seemed to do the trick. I squashed the little macho voice in my head that said being fucked by a cock attached to hairy legs was wrong. The remainder of her body was so sexy, and it felt so good, that it wasn't too hard to get past my own inhibitions. Having a pussy changed the way it felt quite a bit. The buildup was a bit more intense than normal. This time I reached a climax before she did. It lasted slightly longer than a normal climax would. I enjoyed the feelings that washed over me. Soon thereafter, Sandy climaxed. I was glad that she was wearing the protection that I had originally put on since now that my body was calming down, the thought of being filled was revolting. We switched back and went at it again from our normal perspectives. When that was over, she convinced me to switch and try again. We went back and forth several times until it was about two o'clock. We both lay in the bed together extremely satisfied and completely exhausted. I didn't feel like I could move. I currently had Sandy's hips, legs, and even arms and shoulders. She had managed to convince me to go a bit further this last time. I had insisted that she keep her breasts so that I had something nice to focus on however. "Wow!" Sandy broke the silence. We hadn't really spoken much throughout. "That was awesome. I don't think sex with anyone else will ever compare." "Anytime you want a repeat is fine with me," I replied with a smug grin. I couldn't help but feel good about the compliment. Normally I wasn't anything special and I suspected that more than a few of my partners had been less that satisfied. However, this time, the combination of both of us being able to go virtually indefinitely was pretty hard to beat. It did require me to get over some of my initial inhibitions. When I first thought about being fucked, especially since Sandy was more male this time than last, I felt dirty and wrong. However, it felt so good that I quickly got over it and lost some of those inhibitions. Now that I had broken that barrier, I had to agree with her sentiments. I had never had better sex in my life than what we had just done. We cleaned up and got dressed. Unfortunately Sandy didn't have any clothes with her besides her somewhat revealing work uniform. She at least had a jacket to wear. Since I had her legs, I put on the bottom half of her work uniform. I struggled a bit with the pantyhose, but managed to get dressed. She laughed at me and didn't help at all. I looked in the mirror and was confronted with a rather odd sight. Perched atop her hips was my torso. I also had her arms which were slender and didn't match my muscular chest. Her hips were wide enough to accommodate my much wider torso. I certainly didn't have the hourglass figure that one would normally expect to see above such fantastic legs. Instead of a narrow waistline, it was jutting outward with my much larger upper body instead. "Let's go somewhere," Sandy demanded making me snap out of my observations. "Not like this," I said gesturing down to her legs. "So switch and let's go." I concentrated on returning her legs and arms to her. I felt the energy surging within and a tearing at my waist and shoulders. Soon we were both back to normal. "Don't you want some real clothes?" I asked her. "Nah, I'll be fine. I have a jacket so I just look like I am wearing a short skirt. That isn't too uncommon." I had to disagree, but I wasn't going to say anything to her. "Well, let's get some food. I am hungry," I announced. We walked out the door and began walking with no particular destination in mind. It was definitely time for some food. We decided to stop at a nearby sandwich shop for a bite. Since it was a bit after lunchtime, the crowd wasn't too bad. There wasn't really a line at all. We ordered our food and sat down to eat. Our conversation steered clear of the obvious topics of recent events. Instead, we talked about ourselves and got to know each other a bit. It was kind of like a real date, though we hadn't initially meant for it to be. She told me about her childhood and family. Her mother died when she was very young. I learned that she was extremely smart. She didn't really apply herself in high school, however, and was a bit of a rebel. After dabbling in drugs and parties, her father died of a heart attack. She was now completely alone and getting her act together. She was paying for school all on her own. I was beginning to see that she was much more than the "bitch" that I had labeled her. I still couldn't figure out why she had initially been so mean to me, or why she all of a sudden decided to open up to me, but I was glad that she was. I of course told her all about myself as well. I looked up at the clock to see that we had been talking for a few hours. I was shocked since it didn't seem that long. I guess I was really interested in learning about her. We decided to leave. We didn't really have a plan, so we just wandered a bit. "You know what would be hilarious?" Sandy asked as we walked. "We should turn into other people and go see how Steve is faring." I found the idea intriguing. "How do you propose doing that without getting caught?" I asked. "You could bump into someone and change me," she suggested. "What about me?" I asked. "I can't change into someone's doppelganger right in front of them." She seemed puzzled for a minute. "Perhaps you could change me, switch bodies with me, and then change me again." "That might work. I'd love to see how Steve is doing." We began looking around for some likely candidates to copy. It was about the time that people were leaving work and heading home. Though most of them drove, there were still quite a few people walking. Sandy went into a nearby store and waited in the bathroom while I stayed outside. We figured that this would be the best way to avoid changing in the street and causing a scene. I began looking around for a way to brush up against some guy and not get punched in the face in the process. There was a nearby group of people who were obviously coworkers. They were all professionally dressed. I began staring at a very attractive woman among them. She was wearing a nice skirt that showed plenty of leg. Her blouse seemed barely able to contain her ample breasts. She was wearing high heels which accentuated her already stunning legs. As I was watching her, her phone rang and she stopped to answer it. "I'll catch up with you guys later," she shouted to her coworkers as she stopped to talk on the phone. I continued to steal glances at her. I kept looking around for a target but I was pretty distracted by her. Just then an opportunity presented itself. She hung up her phone and began to hustle to catch up to her coworkers. Wearing her heels she tripped and lost her balance. She caught herself enough that she didn't fall flat on her face, but that entailed dropping all of her stuff. "Are you OK?" I asked with genuine concern as I rushed forward to help her gather up her things. After I had done so, I reached forward and offered my hand to her to help her up. She hesitated only a moment before taking it. As I pulled her up it occurred to me that this was a perfect opportunity to imprint Sandy. I concentrated and felt the power doing its job. "Thank you," she said as she got to her feet. I handed her belongings to her after she was up. "You're welcome." "Well, I gotta go," she said as she glanced in the direction that her coworkers had gone. "OK, be careful," I said after her as she left. That hadn't quite gone as planned but we got one. I went into the store to meet up with Sandy. I saw her peeking out of the restroom. "She's gone," I said to her "I kind of thought you were going to find a guy," Sand said as she came out of the restroom area. "I guess it is just as well that you didn't or I would have been stuck as a guy in the women's restroom." "This ... opportunity just presented itself," I explained with a shrug. She seemed satisfied by this. I concentrated on switching our bodies so that I could begin phase two. I felt the familiar sensations of the power waking up and working. My senses all dimmed and faded. Soon I was standing face to face with myself, or rather Sandy in my body. "I'll never get used to that," I exclaimed Sandy didn't bother to respond. She was starting to check out my body. She had been there before but I'm sure it was still strange for her. I looked down at my new body and knew I could relate. I was an exact copy of the woman I had helped up earlier. Somehow I kept winding up in random women's bodies. This was now the third woman I had become. I wondered how it kept working out that way. From my new vantage point I could see her cleavage clearly. "I'll be right back," I said as I snuck into the women's restroom. She rolled her eyes knowingly but didn't say a word. I went into one of the stalls where I would have a little bit of privacy. I cupped my new breasts with my hands. It was becoming a familiar process. Her breasts were about the same size as Sandy's which I knew were a D cup. I ran my hands over my new breasts reveling in the sensations. I could feel their weight pulling down on my chest. I quickly began exploring other areas as well. My stomach was lean and trim. In fact, my whole body was. It was strange to be wearing heels but I seemed to be able to walk in them just fine. I suspect I got some of this bodies abilities to go with it. I was wearing a skirt that was above the knees as much as it could be without crossing the line of professionalism. I was also wearing tan stockings. I didn't go so far as to strip down and get a closer look because I knew that Sandy was waiting for me outside. I reluctantly left the stall and went back out to a waiting Sandy. "I just had to look," I sheepishly admitted. "Whatever," she shrugged. "I'll wait here while you go find someone else." I went outside and looked for another target. I realized that it would probably be fairly easy to brush up against a guy now without getting punched. Though that would likely be misconstrued as something else entirely. "Janet," I heard a man exclaim, "I figured you'd be at the client dinner by now." He came right up to me and looked at me expecting a response. It took me a second to realize he was talking to me. This of course presented me with another perfect opportunity. I reached forward and touched his shoulder before answering. "I had to take a phone call," I answered. He seemed a bit surprised that I touched him like that. Obviously they didn't have that kind of relationship. But I had what I needed as I felt the power working and undoubtedly changing Sandy to look like him. "Unfortunately I have to attend to something so I won't be making it after all," I said to him. "Too bad. I'll see you later," he said as he walked toward the others. I smiled thinking they'd both be surprised when the met up in a few minutes. I chucked as I imagined the conversation that they'd have. He'd say that he was glad she made it and she'd have no idea what he was talking about. I went back in to find Sandy. She was back in the restroom area again waiting for me. "I'd like to keep this one," she said before I even got there, "I figure you were planning on switching back so you could be the guy." "Yeah, I kind of was," I replied. "Please, can I stay this way?" she asked me. "I want to see how guys are treated out in public." "OK, fine," I sighed. It wasn't like walking around as a hottie was unprecedented for me. A big part of me was actually looking forward to yet another stint as a beautiful woman as long as it was only for a while. Sandy was checking her new body out. This guy was several inches taller than I was though about the same build. He was wearing a suit like all of his male co-workers were. I cut her explorations short so we could get to Steve's which was the intent of all this. As we walked I was aware of my heels clicking on the pavement. I noticed that my body walked as if heels were perfectly normal. I even noticed that I swayed gracefully as I walked. This was definitely not a habit that I had picked up while in my own body. Another new trick that this power seemed to have. I wondered if I had walked differently as Sandy and Jen before now. I hadn't noticed at the time, but perhaps I did. The walk to Steve's was only about five minutes. We were both silent as we walked. I was focused on the new sensations of my new body and I suspected that Sandy was doing the same. Soon enough we were staring at the entrance to Steve's Sport Bar and Grill. I was both excited and nervous at the same time. I wasn't quite sure what we would find. It was still open which mean that Steve hadn't closed up for the day. That also meant that he was probably still there since he had fired all of the grill line staff. We walked in and took a look around. I was all of a sudden aware that we were a little over dressed compared to the usual clientele. "Hi, just the two of you?" Joan asked as she greeted us. Obviously completely unaware of whom we were. Sandy snickered before replying. "Yes, just the two of us." Joan led us both to a table and handed us menus. "Sandy will be right with you," Joan said as she left. "Sandy?" we asked each other in unison after she was gone. "Apparently he didn't fire you after all," I said. Earning a chuckle. "I'd like a beer please," I jabbed. She smacked me playfully as I said this. It hurt a little, but not too bad. She got some strange looks as she did so. She realized her mistake and shrunk down into the booth trying to disappear. That would have been an appropriate playful gesture before our role reversal, but now it was not. "What can I get for you?" Someone who looked just like Sandy asked us. Sandy and I looked up at what had to be Steve. For some reason he was out here. I had expected him to stay in the kitchen, if he even bothered to stay here at all. Yet, here he was serving us. This was too perfect. A quick look at Sandy indicated that she was struggling to keep quiet, but managing. We hadn't gone to all the trouble of copying these bodies for nothing. Steve looked like he was in a bad mood. Understandable considering. All of his communication was fairly curt. I ordered a beer and was surprised when Steve asked me for my ID. I hadn't even thought of that. I had no idea what the state of my wallet was. I had absently dragged the purse that had come with this body around with me. I suspected that habit to be another gift of my current body. Before now I hadn't really thought about the state of my ID, or my money. Did I have my credit cards or hers? Could I even pay for anything at all? I tentatively looked into my purse fearing what I would see. I found a wallet inside. It was definitely a bulky woman's wallet and not mine. I opened it up, not sure what I would find. I looked at the ID that was present and found that it was hers. The license said Janet Spaulding. I assumed that was the woman's name. I didn't recognize the address but I assumed it was also hers. The height, weight, and other physical characteristics appeared to match my current body. Obviously when I turned Sandy into this woman in addition to getting a new wardrobe to match, all identifying document also changed. I pulled out the ID and showed it to Steve. He was satisfied and took Sandy's order. She went through a similar process with her new ID. Then Steve was off to fetch our beers. "Glad the IDs changed too," Sandy exclaimed after Steve left. "Apparently, when I clone someone, any necessary details are changed to match the new body," I stated the obvious as I looked at the IDs and credit cards. Both wallets had a credit card that matched the names on the ID. I wondered what had happened to my stuff. It worried me a little. I suspected it would revert back when our bodies did. Just then I realized that we assumed reverting this would be trivial. After all, the bodies we needed were no longer available to touch. I guess Sandy's was, but mine and Steve's were not. I kept my worry to myself since there wasn't anything that could be done about it now. I silently cursed myself for not learning more about this particular aspect of my newfound power before jumping in wholeheartedly like this. "I hope you are paying," I smirked trying to alleviate my concerns with levity. "Well, I am the guy right now," she replied. Steve arrived with our beers. He also took our order. He was surprised when I ordered a juicy burger and fries. Sandy on the other hand ordered a basic salad. We both ordered what we normally would have without thinking about the bodies that we currently possessed. I didn't have to worry about fattening up this body since the real Janet still had hers with her. We made it a point to be annoying customers. Spilled beer here, sending food back there. Sandy even slapped his ass. We really gave poor Steve a hard time. He tolerated it without really showing much emotion at all. He didn't seem angry at us in particular. Instead he exuded depression and frustration. In spite of our efforts, he didn't really seem to be any worse off than when he first came to our table. "I think he's had enough," I said to Sandy. "No way!" she replied. "That jackass fired me for something that was your fault. You should be punished somehow too." "It was an accident," I replied defensively. "I know that now," she said. "Well, I think he's had enough," I asserted again. "No way! We'll come back at closing, like we said." "I don't think you really have much say." "I guess not," she admitted, almost sadly. "I think even the threat of doing this again will keep him in line," I added. I had an alternate motive for wanting to switch Steve back now. I was becoming increasingly worried that switching back wouldn't be so trivial without a copy of the original body to touch. I wanted to find out now, one way or the other. I wasn't really sure how to go about this. I began concentrating that he'd just go back to normal. That didn't work. I began to panic slightly, worried that I'd be stuck like this. Of course, I guess I could choose who to be. It didn't have to be this sexy woman or even a woman at all. But I still started to worry that I'd never be me again. I grabbed Sandy's hand and concentrated on restoring Steve again. I hoped that touching the original person would allow me to reverse this. It didn't work either but I hadn't actually expected it too. I wondered if it would have worked if she were still in her original body. Of course, even if it had worked, that would have left Sandy and me in quiet the predicament as I doubted that I could have found the people we copied again. Steve came up and dropped of the bill. In one last desperate move, I grabbed his hand and concentrated again. Desperately hoping this would work. To my incredible relief, it did. Before our eyes, Sandy's beautiful body shifted and changed until we were looking at Steve. I realized all of a sudden that I had done this in front of customers. Our table was tucked out of the way in a corner. But there was one guy nearby that undoubtedly saw it. "Holy shit," the guy exclaimed as he stood up. "I'm me again!" Steve excitedly exclaimed at the same time. Steve didn't seem to realize who we were, in spite of the fact that I had just grabbed his hand right before the change back. He was too excited to be himself again and just ran to the back. "Did you see that?" the guy who saw it started yelling. "That hot waitress just turned into a dude." He was making a scene and yelling a lot. The other customers where getting annoyed, not taking him too seriously. He realized that nobody believed him since nobody else saw it. Even his girlfriend was embarrassed by him. He eventually dropped the matter since he wasn't getting anywhere. I was just relieved that I was able to switch Steve back since that meant I could switch us back too. "I suppose we'd better get back there and announce ourselves now that the fun is over," Sandy reluctantly admitted. We got up and walked back into the kitchen area. I was surprised to see Tom back there doing the cooking. I guess that in his desperation, Steve unfired Tom. Or perhaps now that he knew the source of the problems, he didn't feel the need to stick with that decision. Either way I was glad that he wasn't another victim of my random swapping. This also gave credence to my original suspicion that we could have negotiated at least Sandy's job without resorting to extortion. Since Steve wasn't in the kitchen, we kept walking toward the back where there was a little office for the manager. We figured that unless he ran home for some reason, he would be there. We arrived in the little office and saw Steve on the phone. "I am sorry I didn't call earlier honey," Steve said into the phone, "Something came up at work," Just then Steve looked up and saw us. He had an annoyed look on his face but wrapped up his conversation. He glared at us while he patched things up with whoever was on the other end of the line. "Customers aren't allowed back here," he snapped at us as he finished his phone call. I had totally forgotten that we were still in our disguises. Wordlessly, I grabbed Sandy's hand and began concentrating on returning to normal. I was surprised to find that I could cause both of us to revert to normal at the same time. I felt the dormant power once again awaken and seemingly consume me. My body began to shift and change. Though not as much as I expected. I looked down to watch the changes as they were occurring. While I felt the shifting occurring in my body, it was my clothing that was the most noticeable. My skirt rose up until it was much shorter. My heels transformed into tennis shoes. White socks sprouted out of my shoes. My pantyhose darkened a little bit and turned slightly more opaque. My blouse shrunk and turned into a revealing halter top. I was stunned. I still had breasts and was undeniably female. I had expected to go back to normal. It was then that it dawned on me that I was really in Sandy's body and had been all along. Just a modified version of it. "You two!" Steve announced with fury. I had never seen Steve so mad. Of course, he was pretty mad this morning but he was wearing Sandy's face and body at the time. Now he was more threatening. I couldn't blame him really. It was quite nasty what we had done to him. I had felt guilty about it all day. Then, to top it off we were complete asses while he served us dinner. None of us said a word for a moment as we all stared at each other. The tension in the room was palpable. Suddenly, Steve reached under the desk and whipped out the gun that we all knew he secretly kept back there. I was shocked. I didn't expect this to escalate any more. "I will not have my body held hostage!" he said with grim determination. I wasn't sure if he planned on doing anything with it or not but I didn't want to find out. I began concentrating on taking the gun away from him. I didn't know if I could do anything or not but I didn't want this to pan out on its own. As I was concentrating, I felt the power within me surging to life once again. I felt my hand drawn forward opened by some unseen force. Then, to my intense shock, a hand holding a gun appeared in my own outstretched hand. I just stared at it in shock, not really understanding what was going on. I did have the presence of mind to be sure the barrel of the gun was pointing in a fairly innocuous direction, but other than that I just stared. In my hand was a detached hand. The severed end of the wrist was covered with smooth skin that matched the rest of the hand. I was suddenly snapped out of my musing by a deafening sound of gunfire. The gun had gone off. The recoil threw the detached hand from my grasp and into the back wall. The gun was also thrown from Steve's hand. "Whoa, shit!" I heard Steve exclaim as the hand let go of the gun and it fell to the ground. "I didn't mean to!" That was then followed up by, "Wait! What the fuck!" Fortunately nobody was hit. I was glad that I had pointed it in a relatively safe direction. My heart was still slowing down from the start that we had all been given when the gun went off. I was so angry that he had pulled a gun on us. While we had been a little rough on him, it certainly didn't merit this. I looked at the ground and saw the gun laying there. As short distance from it was the disembodied hand. I noticed that the hand was still moving. It would seem that Steve still had control of it. In spite of my anger, I willed it back into place on his wrist. I didn't want to leave him disfigured over this. "You know what?" I announced in anger when I was finished, "I don't think I want this job after all," I turned around and walked out of the office leaving a stunned Steve behind. I could vaguely hear him yelling at us and asking what just happened. I didn't really pay attention as I left. I don't know if he realized that I wasn't Sandy or not, but I didn't care. I pushed past the crowd of waitresses that was hovering outside due to the loud gunshot, and then past the accumulating crown of customers. Several more waitresses and customers had the opposite response and were fleeing. I had to fight that crowd as well on my way out the front door. I then began the short walk home trying to forget about Steve. As I walked, I began to muse over the past several, very strange, days. The first two were filled with random swaps that just occurred. Today however, was full of swaps, but I controlled every one of them. I began to wonder what the difference might be. Why did the first two days contain random swaps, and today didn't? I was struck with a sudden realization. I began constructing a basic timeline in my mind. The first few random swaps occurred six hours after I had absorbed the cloud. During those six hours the power was of course dormant. In fact, I didn't even know I had it. Then, it manifested on its own. That night I figured out I could will manifestations of power myself. I spent the evening slowly swapping back with Sandy. The next morning I finished it. I then played around on the bus a little bit on the way to the amusement park. It was only after I was in the park all day without using it that I randomly swapped again. Again I spent some time playing with the power in the evening and went to sleep. Then this morning I swapped back with Jen. I then spent the entire day using the power in one way or another. It didn't add up exactly, and sleep seemed to be a freebie assuming that my theory was correct, but overall it seemed that this power needed to be used. If I didn't use it, it would key off of my subconscious on its own. "Hey, wait for me," I heard a familiar voice behind me. I turned around to see Sandy, in my body behind me. "I guess I just quit my job," She shrugged "Oh sorry, I forgot which body I was in," I said to her as she caught up. "Meh," she muttered not seeming to care as much as she did this morning. "I had already resigned myself to finding a new job after the incident this morning." "I suppose you want your body back," I said. "Yeah, at some point," she shrugged. We walked in silence for a few minutes before she broke it. "Do you have any idea what you could do with this power?" she asked with excitement. When I didn't reply she continued. "You could be anyone. Infiltrate any organization. Position yourself, or others, anywhere. Have access to anything that anyone owned. Make people younger, prettier, and healthier. And that's just off of the top of my head." We walked toward my apartment together. Sandy was excitedly throwing out ideas and plans for what could be done. I was just hoping I'd get lucky again tonight. The way things were going I thought I probably would. Hell, I might even try it out fully female. As we walked together and I casually listened to all of Sandy's plans, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held. I had no job or job prospects, but I had a wicked cool power. Sandy was right. I was sure I'd figure out a way to monetize on that somehow, and have fun doing it.