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My name is Matthew Williams, I'm a 31 year old computer programmer or at least I was, everything changed this weekend, and I don't know if I'll even remember it. Let me take you back to the start. I got engaged at the start of the summer. I met Clara through my friend Glen, and we dated for almost five years before I took the plunge and proposed. Since then I've found myself in an endless slew of wedding plans, vendors, interviews and meetings as we've fast tracked our engagement heading towards an early spring wedding. And on top of all the planning and running around, Clara's got me on this crazy diet and exercise program to drop a few pounds to look good for pictures. In what could be a considered a rare occurrence of effort, I got home from work on Friday night before Clara, and decided to go for a jog. We were going for dinner with some friends a bit later, so I figured it was as good a time as any to try to be the athletic type, plus it would score me some points with Clara. I locked the door to the house, and turned up my MP3 player and set out down the street. It was the start of a nice summer evening, the sun was still pretty high in the sky and there was a nice breeze that kept the humidity at bay. As I made my way down my street towards the park, I remember muttering under my breath. "This isn't so bad." That didn't last very long. After 10 or 15 minutes of what felt like pure agony, I found myself short of breath, covered in sweat and wishing I hadn't 'run' as far from home as I did. That's when it happened.... Wheezing and coughing, trying to keep myself moving, I turned around the corner of an old building on the outskirts of the city park. In a vain attempt to limit the number of steps I had to take, I clung to the side of the building, staying as close to the old red brick as possible. I didn't even see her coming. She was just like me, another jogger out for a run, well not exactly 'just' like me, she was actually running. We crashed into each other at our respective top speeds. I fell backward and things suddenly went black. I don't think I actually passed out, I just lost it for a second. I was on my back, my head resting on an odd tuft of something. As far as I could tell, I was staring upward, but I couldn't see a thing. Consumed in blackness, I panicked, wondering if I had somehow knocked myself blind. Bringing my hands up to my head I was relieved to find that my sweatband had fallen over my eyes. I pulled it away from my eyes, and realized that I hadn't been wearing a sweatband. I reached behind my head to investigate the weird tuft, it felt like clump of hair. I tried to pull it away from my head only to be met by a surge of pain. It was like a pony tail, my pony tail. Still a little stunned, and more than a little confused. I sat up looking for the girl I had run into, but instead I found myself eye to eye with a familiar face, my face. How could I be sitting across from myself? My jaw dropped as I watched myself, covered in sweat, visibly exhausted, struggle to get back to my feet. He recovered faster than I did, and after he clambered to his feet he extended his hand to me, and I grabbed it. "Oh my god," he said, "are you okay?" I pulled myself to my feet with ease, and as I hit my feet I noticed my arms. They were slender, and tanned and covered in a fine light hair. My hands were equally small with long delicate finders, and ornately manicured orange fingernails. I glanced down at my body. I was wearing a bright yellow sports bra, and tight grey sweatpants. White earplugs dangled on the ground, and ran up to a smartphone that rested in shoulder holster. My brain tumbled around in a fog. I just couldn't process what was going on. But it soon dawned on me that I wasn't me, I was a girl, the girl I had ran into, the other jogger. He, I mean me, I mean my body, stood over a foot taller than I was, and he looked at me with care and concern. My body spoke, "I'm so sorry, I totally didn't see you, I didn't mean to hit you." I looked up at my face, my new eyes as wide as saucers. I couldn't even find the words to say. My body looked at me, seemingly unaware of who I was, or what had happened. He waited for me to say something, before finally addressing my silence. "Are you alright? miss?" "But, but, you're me?" I stammered, my voice was sweet and soft. My body's brow furrowed curiously, just like Clara said I did when I was confused. "I don't understand." "You're my body," I said quietly, almost shyly. My body still looked perplexed, his eyes wide with concern. "Did you hit your head?" he asked, as he gestured for me to sit down. "Come, sit down, I'll call an ambulance." I sank back to the ground, sitting up against the red brick building. I tried to get my wits about me, but it was hard. So many things were echoing through my brain. I was so short, and my voice was so soft, I wasn't in my body, I was a woman. And with each passing moment my elbow started to hurt, which was about the time I realized I had skinned it when I fell. I was a woman... I sat there a few moments watching my body look around, and I could tell that I was upset, cursing the fact I had left my phone a the house. I really wasn't sure what to do next. I was sitting on the ground in an alien body, watching my own body fluster about displaying all the weird little nuances of body language that I had never seen, but knew I did. A minute or so passed, and I realized that I had to get out of here. As far as I could tell, and as far as the world knew, Matt Williams was just fine, sweaty and guilt ridden maybe, but just otherwise fine. My body didn't door say anything in the last few minutes that would suggest he was anyone else. He was doing exactly the same things I would have done. Had my mind somehow been transferred or copied into this woman's body? I didn't know.... But I did realize that if he took me to the hospital, and I couldn't answer the doctor's questions, I would be screwed. At the very least they'd think I had amnesia or something, at the worst they'd throw me in a padded room for thinking I was a 31 year old man. I really wish I hadn't gone out for this jog. It was a tough decision to make, but I had to get out of this situation, I needed to get some space between me and my body, and I needed time to figure out what to do. I found myself confirming things in my head, trying to reassure myself that I was doing the right thing. After all, I knew where I lived, I knew my schedule. It would be easy enough to find my body again. "Hey," I said, trying to get my body's attention. "Hey!" I repeated having to shout before my body reacted. My body was asking to borrow a passerby's cellphone. He had just flipped it open when he heard me shouting. He looked up from the phone and turned to me. "You okay?" I tried to shake it off. I pulled out a smile and tried to make it feel genuine. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." I said, holding back the fear and uncertainty. "I was just a little mixed up there for a second. I, I just wanted to know if you were okay too?" "I'm fine." My body laughed as he patted his stomach. "Lots of padding. I just really wish that I didn't go out for this jog." "Me too." I forced a laugh. "I should have just stayed home tonight." My body smiled back at me, I pulled myself off of the step, and tried to be cool. I pulled my earplugs up and put them in my ear. "I've got to get going." I said, as I fiddled with the smartphone on my arm, the music was still playing from before the fall. "I really should get home." "You sure?" My body reached out and gently grabbed my shoulder. I felt my thick sweaty fingers on my exposed shoulder, it was kinda gross. "I can take you to the hospital? Make sure you're alright?" "No no, I'm good." I shrugged his hand off. "More embarrassed than anything else." "You sure you're sure?" I smiled again, noticing how funny my teeth felt, it was a new feeling, like after you get back from the dentist. "Yeah, I am. Sorry we had to run into each other." I turned to jog in the direction away from my house. The direction my body wouldn't want to run. "Have a good night!" he shouted as I waved to my body and started to jog, leaving him behind. I just kept running. I realized how easy and comfortable it was to run in this body. This body was healthy and she knew how to run. I felt my breasts bouncing, just slightly, held firmly in place by the sports bra, likewise my ass jiggled just a bit while my thin but powerful legs kept me moving at a speed my normal body could only dream of reaching. I kept running for a few more minutes, until I was confident that my body was not following me. I set myself down on a park bench, and I pulled the ear plugs from my ears and fumbled with my smartphone to turn off the terrible pop music. The adrenaline had worn off, leaving only the terror behind. All the emotions I had been feeling welled to the surface. Somehow I had been separated from my body, I was in a woman's body, and worst of all, my own body didn't even notice. What happened to me? how did I get here? was I stuck this way? Did I just lose Clara? my friends, family, everything all at once? And what happened to this woman's mind? was it in my body? had I replaced or overwrote hers? was I actually her and that fall had just jarred loose my sanity? I didn't know any of these answers and every ounce of the unknown made it more frightening. I don't know how long I sat there, my head buried in my hands, eyes closed, lost in thought. The sun had started to drop in the sky, and I realized I didn't want to be in the park after dark, not like this. I got up, and without thinking started walking back to the house. I didn't make it 10 feet before I realized I couldn't go home, not like this, not as this woman. What would I tell Clara? Which brought on another moment of panic, I didn't know who this woman was. I didn't have anywhere to go. I wasn't wearing much beyond my workout gear, and I was pretty sure my skin tight outfit didn't have pockets. I had no id, no money, just a water bottle on my waist and a smartphone on my shoulder. A smartphone. I ripped the smartphone off its arm holster and examined it. By some measure of luck the phone wasn't locked, and I could immediately access this woman's digital identity. Thank god. Scanning through her personal information, her email, her social sites, her contacts, I realized how much information was stored on these devices. Her entire life was right here, for some creepy old man like me to pour over. Her name was Ashley Stamford, and she was 10 years younger than me, god. She was a business student at the nearby university, and lived in off campus housing with her 3 roommates. Her social sites told me she that was single, not shy about her appearance and something of a social butterfly. Loading up the phone's GPS, I let it guide me back to her home. It took me to a nice little neighborhood, not far from where I lived, the house was a white sided three storey side split with double garage, and two cars sitting outside on the driveway. As I approached the front door the pit in my stomach deepened. I was about to enter this house where Ashley and three of her closest friends lived. I was certain that as soon as I stepped inside they'd see me for what I was, the fox in the hen house, an old fat assed computer programmer in a sports bra, trying to pass himself off as a 21 year old female business major. I hesitated at the door, wondering what else I could do. Slowly, I turned the knob to the door, and let myself in. The front threshold was filled with shoes, and jackets. I slipped out of my running shoes, and tucked them away in corner, leaving them in a spot where I knew I could get to them in a pinch. I looked around cautiously; I was hoping I could find Ashley's room before her roommates found me. My exploration brought me to the kitchen and empty living room. A huge white board hung on the wall, marked up with coloured markers and pictures. In the bottom corner a chart etched out the household chores such as 'dishes' and 'vacuum'. The pictures showed Ashley, her roommates and friends out having partying and generally frolicking around. It actually made me pine a bit for my own university experience. Those were good times. I was so caught up examining the board I didn't notice a pair of footsteps approach from behind. "Hey Ash!" a voice chimed out behind me. "How was the run?" I jumped, and twisted around in the air, landing on my feet 180 degrees from where I started. I even noticed a squeak of shock echoed out of my lips. So much for keeping up the charade. I was facing a young girl and a guy. She was a short skinny blond even smaller than I was. Almost sickly thin, she wore a high black skirt with black and silver belt, and tight fitted black t-shirt adorned with the logo of a local band. The boy beside her was similarly dressed with sandy brown hair tipped with red highlights, long loose jeans and more piercings than I could easily count. I'd later learn that this was Ashley's newest roommate Jenny, and her boyfriend Derek. She was subletting the basement for the summer while she worked for a local music store. Derek was a local muscian, who spent more time in our house than some of the other roommates. "Easy jumpy." Derek laughed and Jenny snorted. "Sorry," I replied. "You startled me." "Sorry," Jenny replied, "We were just heading out." she smiled, "Derek's got a gig tonight at the Foxtrot." The Foxtrot, I thought to myself, I'd never heard of that club. Which wasn't a huge surprise, bars and clubs changed ownership almost every year in this university town. Still, I used to know these kinds of things. I must be getting old. "Awesome," I said, looking over at Derek. He smiled back, and I swear I caught his eyes flicker up and down my body. Did he just check me out? "I should get cleaned up," I said, even more uncomfortable, as I walked towards the stairs. "You guys have a good time." I got up the second stair when Jenny chirped in behind me. "Hey." I froze, my blood running cold, what did I do to give myself away? "What happened to your arm?" I let out a sigh of relief as I turned back to face her. "I fell when I was running." "ouch, that sucks," Jenny replied. "yeah," I replied, rubbing it. Tell me about it. As I walked through the upstairs hallways, I found that the girls in the house had decorated their doors with pictures, and labels, and stuff that distinctly identified them, making Ashley's room very easy to find. I came into Ashley's room, and quickly locked the door behind me. I closed the massive window blinds, and flicked on the light switch. Ashley's room was above the garages and looked to be the master bedroom for the house. An unmade queen sized bed sat in the center of the room, a big Chicago Blackhawks flag hung above it. Two large closet doors hung open in the corner next to a big old wooden dresser drawer. A computer desk covered with textbooks and papers was tucked in the other opposite corner, a notebook pc sat closed and partially covered on it. The place was a mess. I walked around her room carefully trying not to step on anything. On top of her dresser was a set of trophies, Ashley was a tri-athlete with a black belt in Taekwondo, which I guess explains the ease at which her body could run. The more I explored, the more I found she had nothing in common with myself. Which really made me ask how long I could pretend to be her? I scooped a baby blue bra off of her bed, and tossed it into the hamper that overflowed with laundry. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I caught myself in the full length mirror that sat between the dresser and closet. Mystified, I got up and edged closer to the mirror. I had seen pictures of Ashley on the phone, and again on the whiteboard downstairs, but it was hard to tie her body to my mind until I saw her moving in front of me. My mind was still struggling to wrap itself around the situation, desperately trying to figure out why this strange reflection was mimicking my every move. Despite the evidence to the contrary, my mind still saw myself as a 6 foot tall, 280 pound man with a fair bit of facial hair, and a receding hairline. Really, who could blame it, my self image has never changed as dramatically as it had today. Between the adrenaline, terror, and general panic I hadn't really thought much about my new body, I had focused instead on getting somewhere safe and not rousing suspicion. And honestly, I think my brain needed that time to get used to its new home. Inches away from the mirror, I looked at myself, examining Ashley's face, my face. I suddenly understood why Derek had checked me out. Deep brown eyes, a petit nose, tanned olive skin and thick pouty lips, Ashley was gorgeous. I poked my face with my slender fingernails, my skin was so soft too. I reached up and tried to pull out the pony tail, it twisted uncomfortably as the elastic snagged my hair, and pulled pieces out. When it was finally free, lush, soft, and wavy black hair fell down stretching partway down my back. I leaned back, standing upright, taking my first real look at my body. The sweat from the jog was starting to dry, but it still glistened on my shoulders, chest and abdomen. I reached up and cupped my breasts, still trapped behind the sports bra. Twisting sideways I examined my ass. "Wow," I muttered, admiring its firmness. It looked great behind the fabric of the grey sweatpants, the yellow strip down the side, seemed to accentuate my narrow legs. Facing forward again, I slowly slipped out of the sports bra, I let it peel off of my body, and threw it into the hamper. I was almost amazed at how much bigger my breasts seemed when released from the sports bra, they were almost as big as Clara's. They were a good sized B, maybe a small C, which seemed a bit too big for my small frame. I cupped one with my hand and then the other. I lifted them up, feeling their weight, feeling their soft supple skin. Gently I flicked my nipple, sending a shock of sensation through my body, I gasped, it was a sensation unlike I've never felt before. Gently, I massaged both nipples, letting the overwhelming sensation course through my body, I could feel a warming sensation in my groin. I pulled myself out of my jogging pants, and underwear, falling back on my bed. Massaging my breast with one hand, the other one made its way down to my vagina. I gasped a little when I gently guided one finger in, massaging my clit in the circular motion that Clara enjoyed. My body grew hot and wet as I guided my finger deeper into my vagina, before long I had established an amazing rhythm that made me short of breath. I could feel the sensation growing deep within me, I could hear myself moaning and I can only hope that no one else heard it. My body pulsed and writhed in pleasure as it became more intense. Finally in a spasm of ecstasy I came, and I was engulfed in a glow of warmth. It was amazing, so much more than the orgasm I had felt as a man. I marveled for a moment, wondering if that is what Clara felt when we made love. I think I drifted off for a bit. I woke up just before 7 to the buzzing of Ashley's phone. Groggily, I grabbed it off the night stand and picked it up. "Hello," I said, still partly asleep. "Ashley? Is that you?" The voice asked, sternly. "No, I think you've got the wrong number," I said, still asleep, it wasn't until my brain processed the sound of my voice that my eyes snapped open, and I realized I hadn't been dreaming. "Quit fucking around Ash," The voice replied angrily, "You promised you'd cover my shift tonight." "What shift?" I replied, my head scrambling. I turned the phone to look at the picture on the screen, the call was coming from Tracy. I recognized her as one of the waitress at McTavish's pub, the one my brother had the hots for. "My shift at work. Fuck Ash, are you high again?" Tracy replied. "Shit, I'm sorry Tracy," I replied, sitting up on the bed. "I totally forgot," which was sorta true. "Well get your ass down here, I need to leave at 8." "Listen Tracy, I'm not feeling very good right now. I..," I was cut off before I could finish. "Dammit Ash, You owe me this, McTavish has been looking for a chance to can me, I need you to do this for me." I rubbed my temple, what else could I do? If I bailed on Tracy she could lose her job, that wouldn't do much for pretending to be Ashley. "Alright, alright, I just need to clean up, and I'll get right down there." I hung up the phone and got to my feet, I ignored the mirror, not wanting to get caught up in myself again. Behind the bedroom door I found a bathrobe, two towels, and a bag of toiletries. Wrapping myself in the robe, I scooped the towels up and entered the hallway. It was still quiet in the house, hopefully no one was home and hopefully no one heard me earlier. I locked the bathroom door, and began to run the shower. I discarded my bathrobe, and caught another glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror. Ashley had a small black Chinese character tattooed above her left butt cheek. Damn, as if I couldn't get any hotter. **** About fifty-five minutes later, I found myself walking down the street to the pub. I had finished the shower as quickly as I could, ignoring the sensations of my new body. It took an eternity to dry my hair, even now it was damp, leaving a wet spot on the back of my shirt. I came out of the bathroom with the towel around my waist, having forgotten the bathrobe, and it wasn't until I stepped back into Ashley's room that I realized I should have been covering a bit more. I scooped up a black bra, and matching panties, and pulled them on, before rummaging through the laundry to find the waitressing uniform that I was familiar with as a frequenter of McTavish's. As a guy, I always appreciated the tight black v-neck t-shirt, and black short shorts that the waitress of McTavish's had to wear. It was a bit of subtle sexuality that kept guys drinking at the popular local establishment. That said, wearing them now was a different experience. I felt exposed, almost naked, as if I was walking down the street in my boxers. And to top it off, I was still terrified that, like a strange dream, someone would realize I wasn't really Ashley and I'd turn back into a fat man in short shorts. I got to the bar, and immediately felt a hand grab my shoulder. "About fucking time," It was Tracy. She pulled me back behind the bar and into the back room. At least she saved me the trouble of finding it. There were a bunch of small lockers across the back wall, some of them with a small keys sticking out of it. Tracy pulled a key out of her apron, and then tossed the apron to me. I caught it, and subconsciously started to tie it around my waste. "Sorry for being a bitch Ash, but I need to get out of here," Tracy smiled while she opened her locker, and pulled out her purse. "Thanks again for covering for me."She paused, "did you forget to wear makeup?" "uh, didn't have time," I muttered. "God girl, it's not that hard to do. Lucky you don't need much," She replied as she made her way to the back door. "See you later." I was about to reply when I realized the door was already slamming shut. I opened a locker and put my purse and phone in it and locked it, slipping the key in my apron. I took a moment trying to collect my nerves. I was about 10 seconds from waiting tables at my favorite bar. Back in high school I had a job at my uncle's family restaurant, but I really just bussed tables, and I had taken a bartending course in university, but I was more interested in impressing chicks than mixing drinks. I can't say I could remember much of either experience. I stood in front of a mirror next to the door to the bar, I had tied up my hair again, after finding that it was always in my eyes, and I adjusted my shirt to make sure my bra wasn't visible through the v-neck. Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the chaos that was McTavish's tavern. All in all I don't think I did a bad job, really, I only dropped one tray of drinks, right at the start, and I only introduced myself as Matt once. I found that my memories of working in the restaurant worked well with my familiarity with this particular pub. There were a few tense moments, some dick grabbed my ass, and another a drunk chick accused me of 'flirting up' her boy. I wasn't flirting with him, I swear, I would have rather flirted with her, not her man. But in the end, I found that by playing cute, and keeping the beer flowing made things easy. Things were going just great, until shortly after 10. I had just finished bringing out some food, when I saw some people sitting down at one of my tables. I grabbed my pad and made my way to the table making a few notes in the small paper book. "Hi guys," I said, looking up from the paper. "I'm Ashley, I'll be your server tonight, can I start you off with some drinks?" my voice petered out as I looked at my customers. The first person I saw was Clara, my fianc?e, and beside her, her best friend, Janet. Sitting across from her was my body, and next to him my friend Glen. "Hi," Clara said, and for a second I thought I saw a flicker of jealousy in her eyes. "How are you tonight?" my body said as he turned to face me. "I think we'll start with a pitcher," his voice trailed off too. His eyes flickered with recognition, and I became immediately hopeful that maybe it was Ashley, and that she knew that we had switched bodies. Maybe she was posing too. "How about a pitcher of TommyVille Stout?" he asked. The others just nodded in agreement. I stammered for a second, and almost dropped the pen. "Um, sure, coming right up." I turned away, and stoped at another table to make sure they were okay. Really, I was straining my ears to hear myself speak, to see if my body knew anything. I heard my body start to talk as he began recounting the story about the jog tonight. In fact it started just like how I've been describing it. It wasn't until I had the pitcher of Tommyville that I realized he had ordered my favourite beer. Tommyville Stout was a thick dark beer with a rich aroma and chocolaty taste, it came from a local brewery, and now that I think about it they were the only table that ordered it all night. When I got back to the table, my body was in the middle of telling a story about work. "... didn't even realize he was pronouncing it wrong. All day, he called it the STD process," I couldn't help but chuckle too, after all, it happened to me only 12 hours ago. "Here you go guys," I eased the pitcher and the glasses on the table and smiled. "Thanks," Clara said as she started to pour out the beer. "Do you need more time with the menus?" The group puttered around the menu a bit, and while they were my body spoke. "I'm really sorry I ran into you today," he began, his eyes darting at my name tag and lingering on my chest. A moment later he caught himself and added. "I'm not really the jogging type. I should have been paying more attention." "That's okay," I replied, holding back tears. "I wasn't paying attention either." I quickly took their orders, Clara had her usual salad, Janet had a the chicken wrap, and Glen had the fish, my body ordered my favourite chicken sandwhich, with Buffalo sauce on the side, and a side of McTavish's trademark Irish Wedges. It was exactly what I would order with a glass of Tommyville. But before he could finish Clara cut him off, and he found himself with a diet-pleasing salad. Turning away from my table, I found myself lost in thought again. Just like earlier, my body thought he was Matt Williams, and as far as I could tell, he was Matt Williams. He told stories like me, ate likes me, drank like me. But if he was Matt Williams, who was I? I came around behind the bar, and entered the food order, catching a glimpse of my face, Ashley Stamford's face, in the bar rail. Everything was a blurr after that. My table tipped me pretty well, and I stayed until closing. It wasn't until shortly after 2:30 that I got back to Ashley's house. I kicked off my shoes, and stumbled up to the bedroom. I passed by the living room where Jenny and Derek were making out on the couch, ignoring the blue screen of TV channel that had gone off the air. "Kids," I muttered to myself as I wearily trudged up the stairs and into Ashley's room. The morning came far too soon. Ashley's alarm went off shortly after 8, and despite my best effort, I could not snooze through it. Unlike my own, Ashley's body seemed to enjoy the morning. Grabbing the phone, I glanced at the calendar, Ashley had a Saturday morning lecture at 10, and then she had no classes until Wednesday. I smiled to myself, I loved the university lifestyle, pity the real world comes and takes it all away. I hopped in the shower and even braved shaving my legs. After last night's public adventure as a waitress, I was much more comfortable in Ashely's normal summer clothing. I changed into a pair of khaki shorts, tank top, and heeled sandals. In another moment of bravery, I even managed to apply some makeup, and lip gloss. I pulled Ashley's school bag off her desk, and went down to the kitchen. The house was empty again, but mercifully, someone had left a pot of coffee on the stove. I rummaged through the cupboards until I found a mug. Adding a little bit of milk from the fridge, I sniffed the mug before taking a big full gulp. I nearly spit it out. It was bad coffee, not just bad, it tasted like shit. "Woah? trying the coffee are we?" Jenny said as she came into the kitchen, she was wearing a shiny black robe. "Rough nite?" "I don't drink coffee?" I muttered under my breath, a little louder than I thought. "I've never seen you," Jenny replied, as she snatched the hot mug from me and gulped it down. No coffee, I sighed, another irritating little fact about this body. "Where is everyone?" I asked, as I bit into an apple that was sitting in the bowl on the kitchen table, at least it tasted good. "Laura left about an hour ago, she made the coffee. Said she'd meet you in the student center after your lecture. I have no clue where Steph is, haven't seen her since we got her home from that kegger the other night," Jenny grabbed another mug of coffee and carried them both down into the basement. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I've got a drummer downstairs ready for another set. "Skank," I muttered, not entirely sure where that came from. I found the lecture hall right where it had been when I went to university. Not much of the university itself had changed, though more buildings had sprung up over the last 5 years. Sneaking in just after the lecture started, I pulled out pulled out a notebook and started taking notes. Looking around I found myself surrounded by kids with notebook computers and smartphones, suddenly I felt really old. The lecture was about some business principle that I had never heard of, and after battling the sleep inducing monotone of the professor, I pulled out my smartphone and took some time to study Ashley's social network. According to the internet, Lara was a tall blond girl, with a small sharp nose and deep blue eyes. She had been Ashley's roommate in first year, and her best friend since. Most of her family was living in Sweden, and she was dating a frat boy named Brent. Looking through the pictures on her profile, I tried to memorize the face. Hopefully I could find her in the student center later. More importantly, I hoped I could convince her I was Ashley. My mind wandered and soon I was wondering what would happen if I told her the truth. Could I tell her my secret? would she believe me? Would she help me? I didn't know. Ultimately, I decided to keep up my charade, unless Lara called me on it, then I'd fess up. My next thought was quite disturbing, what if I can't get back to my body? My body doesn't seem to be missing me, so how long could I pretend to be Ashley? What if I have to take over her life? If this morning's lecture has taught me anything, it was that I probably couldn't pass any of Ashley's business classes. If I'm stuck here, there would have to be some major changes to Ashley's life. When the lecture ended, I made my way out to the student center and found a chair to sit in. I crossed my legs without thinking, and pulled out Ashley's phone. There was a single text message from someone named Evan. "Hey Beautiful! Can't wait to see you tonight!" Who the hell was Evan? I opened up Ashley's email accounts. I'm not sure how I missed it earlier, but it was sure starting to look like Even was Ashley's boyfriend. Once I figured out where Ashley's house was, I had neglected the content of the phone, using it only to research Ashley's friends as I encountered them. It was weird to say, but I thought I had figured out this girl's life. Though her social sites told me she was single, the rest of her phone clued me in that it wasn't the case. Evan and Ashley were close, really close. Suddenly I felt someone over my shoulder. I turned to find Lara looming over my shoulder. "Hey Ash," She began, catching a glimpse of Evan's pictures on the phone "Thinking about your boy toy?" "What?" I said. "Oh, no I was just..." "Yeah, yeah," she said cutting me off, "You can't resist him, we've all seen it. Ready?" I smiled, and stood up, grabbing my bag. "Sure." I followed Lara out to her car, and we drove to the mall. We started with lunch in the food court. I grabbed my favourite burger and fries combo at the Burger Joint, and joined Lara who had ordered a chicken wrap of some sort. "Seriously?" Lara's eyebrow shot up, as she snatched a fry off of my tray. "What happened to 'I want to lose 5 pounds?" "Lose 5 pounds?" I almost muttered aloud. The last thing Ashley's body needed was to lose 5 pounds. I was about to respond, when I realized that I had ordered another one of Matt Williams' favourite meals. "I, uh, I don't know what came over me," I stammered, "Just felt like a burger. I guess." Like the coffee incident this morning, the big greasy burger and fries was not what this body wanted, and I was forced to abandon most of it on the tray, settling instead for part of Lara's wrap. "Jenny said you were acting strange, what's going on?" Lara asked between bites of the wrap. "I'm not really feeling like myself lately," I said, "Yesterday was a bad day, and today hasn't been so great either." No lies there. "Wanna talk about it?" I shrugged, finishing the chicken caesar wrap, "Not really." "I know what'll make you feel better," Lara said standing up from the table, and setting the wrapper on the tray. "A bit of retail therapy, let's find that perfect outfit for the pool party." "Pool?" I said, as she pulled me up from the table. Lara paused, "You need to lay off the weed. Tonight is the big pool party at Evan's frat. You've been talking about it for weeks." "Oh, right," I feigned recognition. "Told you I was out of it." I started to freak out, tonight was a major social event in Ashley's calendar, I'd be surrounded by her friends and boyfriend, and I'd be doing it in a swimsuit. My mind raced for a way to get out of it? Could I play sick? "Well, let's go find something for us to wear," Lara smiled, she looked at me skeptically, and I could tell she wasn't sure what to make of me. But I guess when you consider it. What would you believe? That your best friend was sick, or that she had her brain swapped with a man. I've never been a shopper or someone who ever really enjoyed going to the mall. I was more of an 'in and out' shopper, researching what I wanted, and then grabbing it. Or better yet I'd order it online and ship it to my door. I never could understand how Clara and her friends could spend all day in the mall. Until now. I actually had a good time, weaving through stores, shopping with Lara. Lara did most of the talking, filling me in on all the gossip from our social circles. Especially, filling me in about our roommate Steph, who admitted at the kegger to being insanely jealous of Ashley. She even went so far as to blame me for the last breakup, and for 'stealing' Evan. In the end we bought a bit more than just a bikini. I found myself with a new pair of shoes, a few new tops, sandals, and a bunch of accessories that, according to Lara, would look perfect with my hair, or eyes, or whatever. We spent a ridiculous amount of time in one store looking for the perfect bikini, and I think we found it. The male part of my brain may have hated the shopping, but it definitely loved the results. We were just about to leave the mall when something caught my eye. It was a small store off the food court, It looked like it had been there forever, but I don't remember seeing it before, even when we had lunch earlier. The sign above the entrance read 'Spells'R'Us' and it looked like the kind of place where I could get new accessories for our monthly Dungeons and Dragons game. My mind flashed out to our weekend DnD games, and I couldn't help but imagine how much the guys would love a girl like Ashley in our party. I looked over at Lara, who seemed distracted by her phone, and then back at the store. I was drawn to it, and my manly brain demanded I investigate. I had to get a bit closer to check it out. Seeing a little makeup kiosk next to the store, I pointed it out to Lara. "Let's check out that makeup stand." Lara's face was distracted and frustrated, she looked up from her phone and nodded, "I've got to make a phone call. I'll join you in a second." I smiled, "sure." Snatching up my bags, I made my way over to the makeup kiosk, passing around it, out of sight of Lara, I darted to the store's entrance. I entered the store, through a small old wooden door, nothing like the ones in the other mall shops. The big bay windows was cluttered and blocked off by all sorts of junk. It was dimly lit and smelled musty. Rows of brown shelving filled the store, and they were all crammed with a number of items, trinkets and things. I loved it. My brain seemed to clear a bit, as if the pressures of living Ashley's life had lifted just slightly. I felt like myself again. I set the clothing bags down by the entrance, and started to maneuver through the store, stopping every now and then to inspect something on the shelves. I passed by a pair of silver rings, an old VCR, and something that looked like a futuristic phone booth. As I approached the cashier's desk, I passed a mannequin in the center of the room, hanging around its neck, just out of reach, a medallion with some sort of angel on it. A few more steps toward the back I passed a full length mirror. I caught a quick glance at the mirror as I moved past is, only to stop dead in my tracks. I stepped back, and was horrified to see myself in the mirror. And it was me, the real me, Matt Williams, standing there in the mirror. A hairy overweight unshaven man, wearing a pair of tight khaki shorts, tank top, and heeled sandals. I seemed to spill out of Ashley's clothing, like 10 pounds of hairy potatoes in a 5 pound bag. It was pretty gross, and I was immediately disgusted. I thought I had suddenly changed back, but when I looked down at myself I could still see Ashley's body, her smooth skin, firm breasts and sexy legs. The view was much better. "Not a pretty sight, eh Matt?" A voice said from behind me. For the second time in as many days I jumped straight up in the air. Ashley's body must have a predisposition to fright. I turned around to see a kindly old man, dressed in a robe looking back at me. His uniform totally fit the decor. He looked just like a wizard. "It's because I AM a Wizard," he replied, seemingly reading my thoughts. Wait, I paused, and the wizard smiled. I just realized he knew my name. He knew who I was. "Of course, I know who you are Matt," he pointed back at the mirror. "I can see exactly who you are, and who you think you are." I glanced back at the fun house mirror that showed my male form. "Oh god," I said, almost tearing up, normally I wouldn't have believed he was a wizard, or in magic, or any of this. But after the last two days... "Do you know what happened to me?" I asked, approaching the wizard, still on the verge of tears. "I don't want to be stuck like this, I want to be me again." I wrapped my hands up in his robe. "You've got to help me." "Calm down child," he said resting his hands on my shoulders, I felt a wave of calm roll over my body. I took a deep breath, and looked into his deep, ancient eyes. "It was bad magic son," he replied, running has thick heavy hands over my face. He pushed up my left eye lid, and then my right, before pushing my cheeks, and peering into my mouth, like a doctor doing an exam. "not evil magic, bad magic, well actually a bit of both." He disappeared behind the cashier's counter, still talking. "Steph did this," He rummaged around the shelves behind him, peering into small boxes, and containers. "She's just starting to understand the depths of her power, and like a foolish child she tried something out of her league." "Where is that thing?" he asked himself disappearing behind the counter. "She didn't perform it properly, and things went wrong, like following a recipe with the wrong ingredients. That's how you got here." Reappearing he set a small pill bottle on the counter. "I don't usually do this kind of stuff for free, but you're really messing with the natural order around here, and that messes with my sales." He gestured to the pill bottle sliding it toward me. "Make sure she takes this pill." I accepted the pill, and slipped it into my purse. "Will this pill fix it? Will it turn me back?" "No," He shrugged. "The spell is powerful and unstable and if I try to do anything to it directly it might go even more horribly wrong." "So I'm stuck like this?" My shoulder's sank, and with it my hopes. I was doomed to live out Ashley's life. It was in the moment of despair that I thought of Ashley again. "What about Ashley, the real Ashley, what happened to her?" "I don't know," The wizard stroked his beard. "I'll do what I can to help you. But I won't know more until Steph takes the pill. It will disrupt her magic, and I can try to clean up." He flicked his finger at the door. "You should leave. Lara will be here any second. I don't think you want her to find you here, or get a glance at that," he said thumbing his finger at the mirror."She would," he paused thoughtfully, picking the right words, "complicate things." I thanked him for his help and started to weave my way back to the entrance, feeling a strange mixture of relief and uncertainty. "Matt," the wizard's voice echoed from the back of the store. "However this plays out, there are lots of people who pay dearly just to experience what you're going through. Try to enjoy yourself." I scooped up my bags, and pushed through the old wooden door, I maneuvered around to the makeup kiosk just in time to intercept Lara. She had finished her phone call, and looked tired and worried, but she smiled when she saw me. "Find anything?" I glanced back at the kiosk for a second, my eyes lingering on Spells'R'Us. "Nothing worth buying," I replied, as I followed her out of the mall. We got back to the house, and I carried my bags up into my room. I set them in the corner, and pulled the blue pill out of my purse. I walked down the hallway to Steph's door. I knocked on it and waited for a response. When there was none, I knocked again, this time saying her name. Again there was no response, waiting a moment longer, I turned the handle, and pushed the door open. Glancing down the hallway, I made sure no one was watching before I slipped into her room. The room was dark, almost unnaturally so. Heavy curtains were pulled over the windows and cracks of light leaked in from the edges, tracing the window frame with thin, bright light. I couldn't see much, and fumbled around for a light switch. When the light flickered on, I caught my breath. Steph lay in the center of the floor laying face down inside a chalk drawn circle and a 6 sided star, her glasses lay twisted beside her. Sitting at each point on the star was a black wax candles that had melted into unrecognizable mounds on the floor. Just outside the circle, half under Steph's body was a beaten up old book, the kind you would see in a horror movie. It was open to a page somewhere in the middle and had a thick red ribbon trailing out of it. "Steph!" I found myself saying, as I moved to help her. Steph was not a big girl, but she was bigger than me. Almost a foot taller than me, and a fair bit heavier, it took all of my strength to pull her body up onto her bed. Unintentionally, I let her body collapse on the bed, the bed springs creaked as they accepted her weight. I pulled her long brown hair away from her face, exposing her pale white skin. As far as I could tell she was still breathing, but her face was blank, emotionless, like a rubber mask, and her eyes were empty, cold and staring into space. "Steph!" I said, shaking her, and slapping her face gentley. "Wake up." I tried in vain to get her to respond, but she wouldn't. The light was on, but no one was home. It wasn't a result of any alcohol or drug I had encountered. It must have been a result of the magic spell she tried to perform. I slipped the pill out of my pocket, and popped the large blue pill into her mouth. Immediately her body jerked, and I flinched, I grabbed the glass of water off her bedstand, and tried to guide the water into her mouth. Steph greedily drank the entire glass. Steph's eyes flickered, and rolled around in her head, and the light flickered on. "Hey Ashley," she said weakly, smiling, her voice sounded almost light and whimsical, almost drunk. "Thanks for getting me home, I must have drank too much." I don't think she knew what was going on, or how long she was out. I tucked her into bed, and she rolled over to sleep. Somehow, I got the feeling her body hadn't slept since she decided to play wicked witch. I bent over to pick up the Steph's glasses, and set them on her desk. My eyes catching a white sheet of paper with Ashley's name written on it. Unfolding the note, I read it to myself. "Ashley, If you're reading this you're probably a little confused. Let me make this simple for you. You're not Ashley anymore, your Stephanie Burns now. I can never win, never get the grades or the recognition or the boys, or the popularity. All the stuff you manage to fall ass backwards into. I deserve it, not you. Don't think about trying to tell anyone, no one will believe you. Besides, make too much noise and I'll turn you into a frog. Just try to enjoy your new life, I know I will. Fuck you. " I was actually a bit offended by this. I mean Lara had told me how jealous Steph was of me, but the idea that she'd be willing to steal Ashley's life was bothersome. A flicker of anger ran over me. "You did this to me" I whispered, "All because of some high-school girl jealousy." "You're a psycho," I looked over at Steph, sleeping in her bed. A glimmer of light caught my eye. The etchings on the floor were burning and like a fuse on a stick of dynamite they burned away leaving behind a fine black powder. A moment later the book vanished in a pool of golden light followed by the candles and the empty bowl. My hand felt warm and I looked down to see the note was also glowing. It grew too hot to hold and I dropped it. It vanished before it hit the ground. There was no sign of Steph's spell anywhere and I realized that the wizard must have cleaned up. I stood still, waiting for me to turn back to normal. After a few moments, I shook my head, and rubbed my temples. "This is nuts," I said aloud to no one in particular. I stepped back into the hall, turning off the light on the way out. "Hey Ash," Lara announced, appearing out of nowhere. "Steph in there?" "Yeah," I replied, pulling the door closed behind me, "She's still pretty messed up from the other night." "She'll sleep it off," Lara nodded, abruptly changing the topic. "Let's get ready!" "Already?" I stammered, "The party's not until tonight?" "You're right, we're running late," Lara replied pulling me into my bedroom. I've never taken that long to 'get ready', not ever. But here I was, a good two hours after Lara deemed it time to prepare, and we still weren't finished. But when the dust settled, Lara, Jenny and I were ready to go the late night pool party. Though, by the sound of it, I wasn't actually going to go into the water. Despite growing more comfortable in Ashley's body, my night as a waitress, and my afternoon at the mall, I really don't think I was really prepared to go to the party. I mean, I had managed to keep my exposure to Ashley's life pretty limited, I only dealt with a few of her friends, and for the most part kept my head down, relying on my phone to give me the information I needed. I wasn't sure how I'd pull that off at the big party. And then there was the matter of my outfit. Apparently, it was my idea, I mean, Ashley's idea. She had proposed that we go to the Midsummer Night as a group of fairies. Sexy fairies. After what felt like hours of prep-work, I stood in front of the mirror wearing less than when I started. I nervously adjusted my breasts inside my bikini top, worrying that the small flaps of fabric and boob-tape could hold the girls in. It was one of the bikinis that Lara and I found at the mall today. It was a bright shiny silver and green string bikini, with matching bottom, and sarong. It shimmered under the bathroom lights. In fact I pretty much shimmered all over. I was adorned with shiny makeup. I wore shimmering green eye shadow, lip-gloss and a generous amount of body glitter covered my breasts, shoulders, arms and stomach. Hanging on my back, Jenny attached a pair silver and green wire wings. My hair was loose, wavey and poofy all at once, my bangs draped over the front of my face, all held in place by a tiny silver tiara. Don't ask me how that happened, Jenny did that too. I looked at the mirror and couldn't help but be pleased with how hot I looked, how sexy, and for a fraction of a second, my mind wondered what Evan would think of me. That seemingly random thought caught me off guard, and I almost dropped my lipgloss. I glanced over to Lara, but she didn't seem to notice. She was busy applying her makeup. She wore a blue tankini and small wings. Her hair was pulled back into a long braid and like myself, her makeup was shimmering in the light. "You guys almost done?" Jenny asked, as she poked her head into the bathroom. "yeah, just about," I replied, taking a second to check out Jenny's outfit. I suppose, given my own outfit, most people would think it was a situation of 'pot calling kettle black' but Jenny managed to slut it up to a new level. She had opted to wear small red pasties over her nipples, and very little else. But it felt different to me, somehow I was being sexy and tasteful while she was just being slutty. I'll admit, I honestly didn't understand how my brain was thinking these thoughts. Lara and I exchanged glances through the mirror, she knew exactly what I was thinking. "Always pushing the slutty envelope," she muttered under her breath. I laughed, as I stepped out of the bathroom, and into the hallway. I dropped into my room to get a small green clutch that I had put my ID, phone, lipgloss, and some cash into. When I heard the doorbell, I had a flash of self-consciousness about my outfit. What if they were girlscouts? or the paperboy? I'd let someone else grab it. "Can you get that Ash?" I heard Lara asked through the bathroom door, "It's probably for you anyway." Oh crap. The door opened, and a guy close to my age stood on the step. He has soft blond hair, and a gentle baby-face, he was kinda cute. It only took me a second to realize it was Evan, but in that time he had closed the space between us and was uncomfortably close to me. "Oh wow," he said, almost stunned, "You're gorgeous" pulling me into a tight passionate kiss. My eyes were as wide as saucers our lips and tongues entwined. I was startled and shocked, but even as he held me there, I didn't pull away. I could feel it stir deep within me, I liked it. I liked kissing another man. The kiss held for a moment longer before Evan finally released me. I stepped back, flabbergasted. "You okay?" he asked, small pieces of glitter on his nose, and lips. I must have looked a little dazed, and for a second for my eyes refused to focus. A million thoughts ran through my head, including "I kissed a man," "It was nice," and "I have to reapply my lipgloss." "Yeah," I said, trying to push past the burst of hormones, lust and desire. "I'm okay." His face broke out into a brilliant smile, warm, welcoming, loving, and I felt myself get flush. "Good! Are you ready for the party?" **** The MidSummer's night dream party at the Delta Iota Kappa frat was a legend in this town, or at least at the university. Even I had even heard of it when I was had gone to school all those years ago. Of course, when I was in school there was no way I'd have gotten the invite, most software engineers aren't in the right social circles. I glanced around the pool, standing among the most popular, hottest, and wealthiest students on the campus. If only my friends to could see me now, at the biggest social event of the summer semester. I glanced down at my body again. Scratch that, if my friends could see me now, they'd probably avert their glances, and ogle me when I looked away. I laughed to myself, I was way out of their league. The air was warm, and dry, and the music echoed from the DJ's booth set up on the second floor balcony. Stirring the ice in my empty drink, I looked around, watching the party, it was almost like one of those teen movies, only with more drinking and less choreography. Jenny and Derek disappeared shortly after we arrived, and if history was any indication they were probably in dispose, again. Lara had disappeared as well, saying something about finding Brent, I couldn't quite place it, but she seemed different, distracted and I didn't know why. It took me a little while to get comfortable with my outfit, and by 'a while' I meant three drinks. But I was hardly the only girl dressed in skimpy swimwear, and once Evan and I found ourselves a nice spot by the pool it all felt natural. We had been talking for an over an hour, and I was surprised to find that he was a nerd not unlike who I used to be. I think I really surprised him with my knowledge of the Patriot Pack comics. "Hey Ashley!" Two girls waved to me as they walked past me on their way to the hot tub. "Kim, Mary" I waved without thinking. How did I know those names? I asked myself, probably somewhere on the social network, I said to myself. "What's wrong?" Even asked, handing me another exotic cocktail, studying the confused look on my face. "Nothing," I said, feeling myself blushing. "Just had a moment, I guess." Sitting down behind me, Evan kissed my cheek and then my shoulder. "Easy cowboy," I said, pushing him away, though somewhere, deep down, I didn't want to. Evan smiled, he adjusted my wings, and grabbed onto my shoulders. His firm strong hands massaged my upper back. I almost lost myself, as I melted backwards into his hands. I snapped out of it when there was a commotion from across the pool ending with Brent nose-diving into the pool, a second later Lara flew past us in a fury of tears. Without thinking, I was on my feet, following Lara. I didn't really know why, she was my best friend, or I mean, Ashley's best friend, and she needed me. I took two steps, and stumbled over me own feet. I guess I drank a few too many of those cocktails, and I really didn't know this body's alcohol tolerance. Just a little tipsy. I found myself in the house, working through the crowd, it was there that I realized how short Ashley was at least compared to my old 6'3" body. I slipped between some girls, who scoffed at me, and then past a group of Evan's frat mates heading toward the stairs. That's when I found my path blocked. Tony, one of Evan's frat brothers and from what I'd heard a major prick, stood before me. He was a football player, and had some major entitlement issues, and at this part of the evening, he thought he was entitled to me. "Hey babe," He said, failing to be smooth after one too many beers. "Back off," I said defensively. "Whatsa matter sweetie," he said, running his fingers down my shoulder. They sluggishly tumbled down my arm, in a disgusting disturbing fashion the polar opposite to Evan's massage. "Spend some time with me?" "Fuck off Tony." I glanced upwards watching Lara move up the stairs, and tried to step past him. He swept me up in his arms, holding me against his chest. "Come on... " He leaned in close, close enough that I could smell his beer breath. " You need a man, not a boy like Evan." "I'm all the man I need to be," I said, feeling a burst of drunken anger. A second later, Tony was on the ground half conscious, dazed and confused. The party had stopped to watch me, and see what I'd do next. I looked down at him in shock, since when could I do martial arts? Feeling my bikini slipping, I quickly adjusted it again, hoping that no one had seen anything slip. Then I quickly turned and darted up the stairs. I found Lara in an empty bedroom, curled up against a wall, her face red with tears. "Hey," I said gently, slowly sliding down beside her. "What's wrong hun?" "Fucking Brent," she spat. "What?" "Alex called me at the mall. She was trying to convince me that Brent was cheating on me. I didn't believe her at first, told her to fuck off. But tonight I found him making out with Penny in the hot tub. Fucker," she rambled almost faster than my drunk brain could process. "God, what is wrong with me?" "It's not you. He's an ass, and you deserve better," I shushed her as I pulled her into a hug. "You'll find the right guy. I know it. It's just not Brent." "or Tony for that matter. Fucktard," I added quickly. "Easy for you to say," She sniffled, and looked at me. "Evan worships the ground you walk on even when you just string him along." Maybe it was the alcohol, or Ashley's hormones, or something, but I felt like she was right. From what I had seen, and heard, and read, Ashley had been stringing Evan along, despite how much she cared about him. Why did she just string him along? Would she lose him if she wasn't careful? I felt a pang of sorrow at the idea of losing him, somehow, even I felt a connection to him. I let the thoughts simmer, and turned back to Lara. We sat together a while longer, until Lara decided it was time to go home. I told her to wait for me out front, and I'd grab Evan and we could head back home. Evan was down by the pool talking to some friends. When he saw me come back, he smiled and turned back to me, offering me my drink. "Lara okay?" he asked. "She's okay," I said, before downing the rest of my drink. "She just wants to go home. Don't mention Brent," I added. "Yeah I heard. dude's an ass..," Evan didn't even get to finish when I pulled Evan into a kiss, and then in a seductive tone of voice that surprised me, I added, "Let's go home." The walk home was short and quiet. No one really said anything, and I was lost in my own thoughts. I knew what was going to happen back at the house, and I didn't understand why I wanted it so badly. Was it the alcohol, the hormones, or was I finally adapting to Ashley's life? I didn't get it. Was I gay? Could it still be considered gay? I really didn't get much further on that train of thought; I was excited, aroused, and I didn't care. We got back to the house, and Lara quickly passed out on the living room couch, while Evan and I made our way up to my room. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Evan asked, "You don't have to do." I cut him off again with a swift kiss, he reciprocated, and together we toppled onto my bed, I pulled his shirt off, while he quickly untied my bikini. A second later, I was on my back, while he pulled off his pants. Nibbling on my ear, he proceeded to kiss down the side of my neck, and onto my chest. Nerves were firing everywhere, and my poor masculine brain was on the edge of exploding. The experience was unlike anything I had ever felt before. He suckled on my nipples, causing sparks of electricity jolting though my body, oh god it was amazing. My vagina was moist, and my body throbbed with anticipation. Still massaging my breasts, he moved below my waist, and I felt his tongue probing into my vagina. There was a moment's hesitation as he started to flick the citreous with his tongue. "Oh god!" I shouted my body tensing. I could feel the pressure building, the sensation coming. "Fuck me!" I announced. There was a quick pause, and suddenly he was on top of me, his penis entering my body. A second later he was pumping, and together our bodies merged. I couldn't take it much longer, I was so close. "oh god!" He pounded me, his powerful body holding me in place, his strong arms keeping me safe. Suddenly it hit me, a massive rush of energy, similar to, but so much more vibrant and powerful than my experience earlier on the weekend. My body went rigid as the energy rippled through me, and I felt Evan climax, as he body joined me in ecstasy. I'd take one of these orgasms over anything I had as a man. Together, we collapsed into the bed, and were soon asleep in each other's arms. I woke up to the sunlight peaking through my window, and my phone ringing. I reached my arm up to grab the phone, only to find it wasn't on the bedstand where I normally leave it. I slipped out from Evan's arms, and twisted my feet out from the tangled covers. I tumbled out of the bed, I was naked, my outfit from last night strewn about the floor. Over on my desk, I could see my phone. I turned my head around and looked beside me where Evan slept quietly, his chest raising and falling slowly. I smiled to myself as I clambered to the phone, we slept together, it was such an amazing experience, and I couldn't believe how long I had waited to do that. I picked up the phone, and glanced at it, an unlisted caller. I found myself yearning to hang up the phone, and rejoin Evan in bed, but found myself answering it anyway. "Hello?" I asked, picking up the phone. "Matthew?" an old, familiar voice asked in the phone. The name, Matthew, echoed through my brain, it was familiar, comfortable, like it should have been my name. "No," I responded almost naturally, "you have the wrong number." I was about to hang up the phone, when something sparked from within me. I was pretty sure I knew who Matthew was. Part of me even thought I was Matthew. I almost laughed to myself, catching a glimpse of my naked body in the mirror. No, this was not a Matthew's body. "Matthew!" the voice shouted through the phone, and it came back to me, like a faded dream. I was Matthew, trapped in this girl's body. "Hello?" I said into the phone, "who is this?" "I'm the shopkeeper you met at Spell's R'Us," he said, his voice carrying with it images of the small shop I stumbled into yesterday. "I need you to listen, carefully." I pulled the hair out of my face, and sat on the corner of the bed. "Steph's spell is falling apart," he said, "You're losing yourself. Ashley's mind is coming back, and your mind, Matthew's mind, is fading away." I struggled through a brain fog that was unrelated to my hangover, I knew what he said was true, I knew I was Matthew WIlliams. But even knowing th