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A Favor for Anna It was a cold day in December as I made the left turn from 101st street onto Maple shifting into second gear as I turned. I had ten minutes until my massage appointment and only two miles to go so there was no point to speeding. It was Friday and I had just finished work for the week, which was enough to put me into a good mood, but today was my monthly massage an event I always looked forward too. Adding to my good mood was the fact that it was sunny, a relatively rare event for the Pacific Northwest, as I drove my Jeep toward the building where Anna would be waiting. She was one of the youngest masseuses to work out of the massage therapy spa on Maple Street and certainly the prettiest. She had been my masseuse for just over a year and I loved the way she gave me a deep tissue massage. There is always something mildly erotic about being massaged by a pretty woman half your age. I had to chuckle at the direction my thoughts were taking. I was married and loved my wife and had no intentions of cheating on her. Even if I'd been willing to have an affair Anna had never hinted at anything except a friendly professional relationship. I pulled into the parking lot and parked my Jeep in the closest spot to the door that I could find and checked my watch, "still a few minutes to go," I mumbled. I turned the engine off and set the parking brake and leaned my head back closing my eyes for a moment. It had been a normal day for me for a Friday. I woke up at 5 am to get my morning workout in lifting weights in my basement. I did circuit training this morning hitting 6 different exercise one after the other with no break and then immediately repeated the circuit. Four times through had taken me 25 minutes exactly. Then I'd jumped onto the treadmill and ran 4 miles in 28 minutes. After that I spent the next 15-20 minutes stretching and cooling down. After cooling off I went up to my bed room on the second floor got cleaned up and put on my uniform. Breakfast consisted of a bowl of cereal and then out the door. I was in the office by 07:30 for another boring day of staff work. I looked into the review mirror and saw my blues eyes reflected back. I'm a Naval Aviator but at 40 I had been promoted out of the cockpit. For the rest of my career, until I decided to retire, my life would consist of working on some Admirals staff. The work wasn't bad but for a guy who'd spent most of the last 18 years flying jets off aircraft carriers it just left me feeling bored. I glanced at my watch time to get moving. The door bells tinkled merrily as I entered the spa. The first thing I noticed was that it was dimly lit inside with the walls panted in soothing pastels meant to remind the customers of the beach. The next thing that I noticed was the soothing smell of incense. The spa had an oriental theme and offered several types of massages as well as an acupuncture treatment. Anna appeared stepping out bare foot from one of the massage rooms down the hall from the reception area where I stood. "Hi, Tom, how're you today?" she asked. "I'm fine," I answered smiling and looking down at Anna. I was not overly tall barely measuring 6 foot on my annual flight physical but Anna was only about 5'5," and perhaps a buck five soaking wet. Her face was very cute in that girl-next-door way with a light creamy complexion and a sprinkle of freckles running across the bridge of her up turned nose. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail completing the girl next door picture. She was wearing the normal outfit that the masseuses here wore a light green smock that kind of reminded me of the uniforms worn by medical personnel. Unfortunately it hid most of Anna's curves, but I was pretty sure that under the outfit was a very healthy body. "So is there anything in particular that you need me to focus on today?" she asked. "No just the normal full body deep tissue massage. Oh, my legs are a bit sore. I think I've been over training lately so you might need to go easy on my Achilles tendons," I replied. "I'll be careful. We're in room three right down the hallway," she said. "Go ahead and get undressed and on the table I'll be back in a few minutes." I walked across the room to the folding chair in the far corner. With the door closed the room was even darker than the rest of the spa, there was only one lamp set on a small stand to one side of the room. In the center of the room was the massage table where I would be spending the next hour. I hung my leather jacket over the back of the chair and slipped my running shoes off and slide them under the chair. Belt and jeans quickly followed as I folded them with quick practiced movements. I tell my wife that I'm not OCD but the fact that I still fold my clothes the way I learned to in Aviation Officer Candidate School over 18 years ago calls my assertion into doubt. I finished disrobing and looked down at the neatly folded and stacked clothes. "Maybe I am a bit OCD," I thought with a chuckle. I turned too climbed onto the massaging table and caught my reflection in the mirror on the back of the door. Staring back at me was a guy who could still easily pass for his early 30s at 6 foot I weighed in at 175 lbs. and had a tight 30 inch waste. Brown hair, blue eyes, high cheek bones, with a once straight nose now with a slight bend where I'd broken it several years back not bad looking I thought to myself. Years of martial arts training, weight lifting, and running had given me a six pack of abs and the lean muscle that most guys only see while watching Mixed Martial Arts fights. "Too old to fly fighters," I muttered. "Bah, sometimes the Navy doesn't know what it's talking about. I can fly circles around the kids." I slid under the clean white sheet that covered the massage table and settled my face into the head rest and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly trying to push away all thought and simply relax. Anna knocked softly on the door. "Tom are you ready?" she asked. "Sure, come on in," I replied. I heard the door open and close and then I could hear her moving around the room. I knew from previous experience, that she was getting out some oil and would be starting any second. I did my best to relax and was rewarded by a feeling of drowsiness as she went to work. Neither of us said anything for a while I suspect there is an unwritten rule that if the client doesn't say anything then the masseuse is not supposed to start a conversation. "So are you still doing martial arts?" she asked. Well so much for that theory. "Yeah, I practice Aikido twice a week, Judo and Jujitsu once a week each. I used to do Tae Kwon Do for over ten years but since moving here I've been more interested in working on the grappling arts," I said. "I wish that I knew some of that stuff," Anna sighed. "I just broke up with my boyfriend and he's been kind of scary. If I could defend myself then I wouldn't have to worry about him." "If he's being abusive you should get a restraining order. If you want to come by the dojo I'd suggest you start learning Aikido it's great for self-defense," I replied. "I'll think about it. So do you have any plans for the weekend?" she asked. "Not really, my in-laws are having their 50th wedding anniversary, so my wife flew back to Wisconsin yesterday. I'd have gone with her but I couldn't take leave this week." As we talked Anna moved around the table she'd been working on my right shoulder and back now she started in on the left side. "So you're alone this weekend?" "Yup, I plan to get in some extra mat time and maybe catch a couple of football games on TV. You know pretty much chill out. How 'bout you?" I asked. "You're my last client for today. I've got one client tomorrow in the afternoon and then nothing on Sunday. So I'll probably go out to visit my mom that way Chris won't be able to stalk me," she said. "You've got my number? If he comes by your place and you're worried about your safety give me a call. I'd be happy to explain to him that his best option is just to get on with his life," I said. Anna paused. "Are you serious you'd help me out with Chris?" "Sure, don't misunderstand, I'm not saying I'll beat him up or anything but I'll talk to him," I said. Anna went back to work now focusing on my neck, "you don't understand how scary Chris can be particularly for a woman. You're a big guy in great shape with some of the best training in the world. You have no idea how much he frightens me!," she said. "Anna, ease up your going into a Vulcan death grip there," I said with a chuckle. "Oh, sorry, I don't even know why I'm telling you all this," she said as she let go and resumed a more normal amount of pressure. "Hey we've known each other for what, about a year now? If I can help you I will. You have my word!" I said. "Do you really mean that?" Anna asked. "Of course! Guys like Chris should be put in jail if he's threatening you. No one should have to live in fear!" I replied feeling angry on her behalf. A couple of minutes went by and then Anna said, "hey, did you hear that?" "No," I replied turning my head to listen better. "I think it's the phone. We're the only ones here so I'd better go check. Just relax," she said. I heard the door open and close so I took a quick look at the clock on the lamp stand she'd been working on me for about 20 minutes. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes hoping to restore that sense of peace I'd felt before Anna had started telling me her problems. I heard the door open again. "I'm sorry that took so long. As a treat I've got a massage stone that I'll use. I think you'll find this to be a new experience," she said. "Hhmm," was all I said in reply as I'd allowed myself to slip into a semi- awake state. I felt her go back to work on my back and then I felt a strange jolt like static electricity as a cold round object about the size of a silver dollar touched my back. "What was that?" I asked starting to lean back and turn my head. "I'm sorry it's so dry in here that I must have picked up some static, just relax," she replied. I put my head back down as she again went to work. It was interesting that as she worked on my back with the round object in constant contact with my back and her hand. Although in my opinion it didn't really contribute much to the massage. After a few minutes I noticed that her grip seemed to be getting stronger and stronger. "That's weird," I thought to myself, "it almost feels like there is hair touching my ears." I tried to dismiss the strange sensations but they kept returning. By this time Anna had finished working on my back and moved my left leg out from under the sheet. She was careful to keep the sheet around me while at the same time running her hand with the hard object down along the side of my leg. I opened my eyes and stared down seeing for the first time an impossible length of blonde hair cascading down toward the floor. "What the hell," I said. I sat up and as I did I noticed a strange soft puffy feeling in my normally rock hard pecs. I turned to look at Anna not caring for a second that the sheet that would normally have protected my modesty had fallen to one side. She was backing away from me toward the door. But this person was hardly recognizable she was several inches taller than Anna with broad shoulders and almost no tits. In fact the clothes she was wearing didn't really seem to fit her at all. "What's going on?!" I demanded as my voice cracked. "You said that you'd help me so I'm taking you up on your offer. Just not in the way you had intended," Anna responded now with her back to the door. I stood there gaping at her. I was looking at her directly eye to eye. "How is this possible? What have you done?" I asked again moving forward only to stop. I looked down at my chest in disbelief. My chest had moved from side to side as I stepped forward. This was impossible I thought as I examined my chest. My attention became riveted on my nipples, they were each as large as a quarter, and the skin around them finished filling out as I watched. I had breasts! "This is impossible," I stated in a high feminine voice. I slowly reached up to touch what was now obviously a matching set of mammary glands. Again I stopped my eyes locked on my hands, normally I have large hands with thick strong fingers and knuckles covered in calluses from hours spent punching a heavy bag and hundreds of knuckle push-ups. These hands were small, delicate, with slender fingers and no calluses. "What the fuck is going on!" I practically shouted. I looked up at Anna and for the first time realized that she was taller than me. Her long blonde hair which was normally tied back was gone and in its place short brown hair cut in a classic high and tight. The final piece which made this whole bizarre situation click into place was when I realized she had my face! "You're turning into me!" I said. I knew that I was stating the obvious but I felt like I had to say it out loud to affirm what I'd already deduced. I took a deep breath and muttered to myself, "Okay, the jet's not on fire, no one is shooting at me, I'm not about to die, so relax." "I think you need to start explaining," I said, noting now in an almost detached sort of way that I sounded just like Anna. Anna held up her hand and from it dangled a chain with a gold, or perhaps brass, and a cheap looking medallion about the size of a quarter or maybe silver dollar. "I found this a few days ago, it's called the Medallion of Zulo. It has several magical powers. If I touch it to someone's clothes I can change into a copy of whoever wore them last. If two people touch it then they turn into copies of each other. The longer it's in contact with either the skin of the two people or the clothes the more you become that person. I've been planning to use it to hide from Chris," she said in a rush. I thought about saying that I didn't believe in magic, but looking at my doppelg?nger I figured it would be a pretty stupid thing to say. "So why turn me into a copy of you?" I said. "You said that you'd help and that the skills you've learned would help me to defend myself. If we'd been touching the medallion for a full 30 minutes I would have all of your martial arts skills as well as your body. But we were only touching for about 15 minutes. I think we'll have some of each other's memories and we'll feel comfortable in each other's bodies but I won't have all of your skills or memories," she said. "Can we change back?" I asked feeling the panic I'd been suppressing start to fade. "Yes, of course, Tom I'm not trying to steal your body or life. But the magic won't work for 12 hours. It's now almost 6 pm so until 6 am tomorrow you'll have to be me," Anna said. At this I looked down. During our conversation my breasts had continued to grow and unnoticed by me my penis had shrunk to almost nothing. I watched as it pulled up into me creating a pair of vertical lips. "Holy shit, I've got a vagina!" I thought. I glanced over at Anna and I got a glimpse of the tip of her new cock sticking out of the top of the green scrub pants she was wearing. The incongruity of the situation made me start to giggle, as soon as began to giggle I realized I hadn't laughed like this since elementary school. This made me laugh harder until I was nearly hysterical. Suddenly I felt two strong hands grab my shoulders. I looked up into what had until 30 minutes earlier been my eyes. "Calm down you'll be okay. First thing in the morning we'll switch back. I promise! One night as me won't kill you and if Chris comes over you can call me just like you suggested earlier," Anna said trying to reassure me. For a second blind rage gripped me, how dare she just steal my body, I'd sincerely wanted to help her and she'd taken advantage of me. If she'd asked maybe I would have agreed, well I probably wouldn't have believed this was possible. But she should have asked! I reached up with my left hand and grabbed her right wrist and keeping the arm level with my face I stepped in close putting my overly wide hip into Anna while gripping the back of her triceps with my right hand and I turned 180 degrees while bowing at the waist, and executed a perfect uki-goshi. I flipped her over my hip and slammed her into the ground. Some of my training must have come through because she managed to land safely with only having the wind knocked out of her. I stepped back. "That's for taking my body," I said. Then I reached down and picked up the medallion from where she had dropped it when I threw her. "I'll be keeping this for now. So where do you keep your clothes, I assume that you don't come to work dressed in that." I glared down at her from all of my 5'5," height. Anna let out chuckle "wow that was something else! I'm much bigger and stronger than you, and you threw me like it was nothing." "It's not, 'nothing' it's years of training. Where are your clothes! I refuse to stand around here naked while you gawk at me," I said. "If you go out and turn left you'll see a break room at the end of the hallway. The door on the right just before the break room is our changing room. My locker has my name on it, it's unlocked right now." I opened the door and slipped into the hallway and as I walked I felt just how different this body was from my own. The carpet beneath my feet felt soft and fuzzy my feet normally have so many calluses that I wouldn't feel the texture of carpet. My sense of smell must be better as well because I could easily pick out the smell of incense, Lysol, and the oil that the masseuses used. I stepped from the carpet in the hall onto the tiles of the changing room and they felt shockingly cold. The cold was transmitted directly from the balls of my overly sensitive feet through my groin to my breasts causing my nipples to instantly harden. "Ugh, this body is nothing but one sensation after another how can she stand it?" I thought to myself. Looking around the break room I had a feeling of Deja-Vu. I looked around and knew that my locker was the second one on the right. It was still open just as I'd for some reason expected. In side there was a pair of jeans, a long sleeved black blouse with a V-neck, knee high black leather boots with (thank God) only a one inch heels, socks, and a khakis colored coat. I also noted some feminine hygiene products, make up, deodorant, but no under garments. I realized Anna must have been wearing them when we changed. Oh well, it's not like this is the first time I've gone commando. Sliding into the pants was an experience. They were far tighter than anything I'd worn and the crotch came all the way up to my newly acquired flat groin. I pulled the blouse off the hook and noticed that the buttons were on the wrong side. Somehow my nimble fingers seemed to remember how to work them. Next I sat on one of the chairs in the room and pulled on Anna's black and white spotted socks. Then I slide her feet into the boots and grabbed the jacket and purse from the locker. Into the purse I placed the medallion and plucked Anna's black scarf from the top shelf of the locker. I wound the scarf around my neck and then pulled on my jacket so that the scarf was tucked in. I then bent over at the waist and fluffed my hair, something I'd never done in my life, but it felt normal. I turned to look at myself in the mirror that I knew was mounted on the wall at the end of the room and froze. Getting dressed had felt natural and normal like I'd done each step a thousand times instead of this being my first time. I'd turned to check myself in the mirror without a conscious thought. "God, what has she done to me!" I gasped. Staring back at me was a very pretty young woman with blonde hair, green eyes, and a nice figure. "Holy shit," was the only thing I could think as I just stared. After a few minutes I sort of snapped out of my trance, and since I didn't think I'd get any answers just standing here I closed and locked my...er...Anna's locker. I walked out of the changing room and spotted Anna putting the sheets from the massage table into a laundry machine that I hadn't noticed earlier. She was dressed in my clothes and glanced at me when she heard me closing the door. "Are you ok?" she asked. "No, I'm not even close to 'ok.' But I feel, ..... comfortable? How is this possible?" I asked feeling desperate. "It's the magic, if we had been touching the medallion together for the full 30 minutes, we would have complete sets, of memories, skills, and knowledge of each other. As it is we have some memories, and are comfortable in these bodies. But higher level skills I think stayed with the original person," she said. I stared at her for several seconds, not knowing what to say. Finally Anna broke the silence. "I think you might want these," she said. Anna held out a matching black bra and pantie set. I walked over and took them from her feeling my face flush with embarrassment and stuffed them into the pockets of my coat. "Now what?" I asked for the first time in a long time feeling unsure of myself. "We should probably go back to our homes. I mean the ones that belong to our current bodies," Anna said. I slowly nodded. "My wife will call around 8 pm you need to be there to answer." "What should I say?" Anna asked. "Work was boring. You had a massage and then went home. I've got a couple of books on my desk in the study pick one and tell her you've been reading it. We've each got enough memories that you'll be able to bluff your way through a 15 minute conversation," I said. Anna looked uncertain but nodded. "You know we could both just stay at your house. Chris wouldn't find me and we could switch back in the morning." I shook my head. "My neighbors are way to nosy, if they see me bringing you home they'll tell my wife. I don't need a divorce on top of this," I said and gestured down at myself. "Ok," she said, "look I'm sorry, I never should have done this it's just that I've been so scared of Chris and I thought that if I could just be you and go pound him it would solve my problems." "Anna, my profession is violence, so it may seem contradictory when I say this. But violence should be the last option and it rarely solves anything. Now I seem to remember that your apartment is only two blocks from here. Is that right?" I asked. With a quick nod she affirmed what I already knew. "I'll meet you at the apartment at 8 am and we can change back. Then I'll be able to meet my client tomorrow," Anna said. "Alright, why don't you get going, I'll close up and walk home after you leave," I said having a feeling that closing wouldn't be a problem. She nodded and for a second looked like she wanted to add something else but instead turned around and walked out. I closed my eyes for a moment and focused on closing the spa. The memories seemed to just come to me and fifteen minutes later I was locking the front door it was almost 6:30 and already dark. +++++ The spa was in a strip mall and there was plenty of activity since Christmas was just nine days away. Shopping was in full swing. As I walked along the side walk I was aware of how my center of gravity seemed different, lower, between my hips instead of above them and the natural rhythmic sway of my breasts in time with my stride was both natural and disconcerting. "How do woman stand having body parts move in so many different directions all at the same time?" I wondered to myself. When I got to the end of the shopping plaza I noticed a pet store. I decided to take a quick look inside. I've always loved animals and have a Boxer at home. I wonder if he would know that his master was not home tonight. The store was warm and full of the smells of animals. I was once again struck by how much better Anna's sense of smell was. "Is it just me or do all women have a better olfactory sense?" I thought to myself. "Anna, how are you tonight," said an elderly woman. I turned and spotted Becky the shop owner, her name seemed to pop into my mind with no effort, as well as the fact that she owned the store and that we were casual friends. It seemed that I took some of my breaks down here checking out the animals. "I'm alright, has your Boston terrier gone into heat yet?" I asked. "She just started today. I've got a male coming over tomorrow they should make a fine litter." "Can I see her?" I asked feeling a sudden inspiration. "Sure, you know Trixie loves you," she replied. Just then the door chimed as an elderly man and his granddaughter walked into the store. "She's in the back in the private room, why don't you go say hi?" Becky said. She then moved forward to see if she could help the new arrival. I walked to the back of the store and let myself into the small room with Trixie. She greeted me enthusiastically like I'd known her for ages. I guess even my scent was now a perfect match for Anna's. I supposed that this meant that Anna wouldn't have any problems with my dog. I spent the next few minutes playing with Trixie and then headed back out. Becky was still with customers so I just waived as I stepped into the cold. Back on the sidewalk the cold December wind cut into me particularly down the front of my coat. Now I understood why Anna had worn a scarf! It kept the wind from blowing right down my cleavage. I patted the coat pocket where I'd put the scarf and then held my collar of my coat together. "Oh, well it's only two blocks," I said to myself. I started walking a little faster but after nearly slipping at the first street corner I slowed back down to a steadier but more cautious pace. Ten minutes later I was walking up the steps to my second floor apartment. I pulled my key from my purse and unlocked the door and turned on the lights. The apartment was a small two bedroom affair but it was mine. I felt a small sense of pride and had to catch myself after all this wasn't really my apartment. I owned a house fifteen miles from here! I shook my head feeling my long blonde hair whip around reminding me of my current situation. I turned and locked the door making sure to chain it shut as well and then went to the closet to put my coat away. When I did I checked to make sure that Anna's scarf was still in her coat pocket where I'd left it. I dropped my purse on the kitchen counter and walked to the back bedroom and resisting the urge to just kick off my boots I put them in my closet. It suddenly struck me. I knew where each item belonged like I'd done this a thousand times. I slowly walked back to the living room and looked around. Aware that this was really the first time I'd set eyes on this place. The furniture appeared to be second hand but in pretty fair shape so they were either donations from parents or items she had picked up at a used furniture store. The overall effect of was a comfortable feminine one with a sort of country flare. I could also see articles of clothes scattered about and a few dishes in the sink. Anna wasn't what I'd call a messy person but she wasn't neat either. I felt my OCD kick in and started picking up the clutter around her apartment. I was once again amazed that I seemed to know where things were supposed to go. After about 30 minutes I was done picking up and had to look around. So what to do now? I took a quick peek in the refrigerator and spotted a bottle of Chardonnay, not my favorite drink but, "It'll do," I thought. I pour a glass and then took it into the living room. I flopped down on the couch I felt my breasts bounce in an almost expected way. I picked up the remote and while sipping the wine I started channel surfing. "Ha, a couple of hundred channels and there's nothing on! Why am I not surprised." Done with my wine I decided to work on dinner. I already knew there wasn't much in the refrigerator and a quick check of the pantry told me there was some Mac-and-Cheese. A perfect 'bachelor' or should I say 'bachelorette' dinner, I thought. I made some toast to go with the Mac- and-Cheese and poured myself another glass of wine. This Chardonnay really wasn't that bad. I wonder why I never really liked it before. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was 8:15 pm, I wonder if Anna was talking with my wife. "I hope she doesn't say something that will give this away," I thought nervously. To distract myself I went back to channel surfing but still couldn't find anything I really wanted to watch. "Maybe I should get cleaned up and call it an early night." With that I went back to the master bedroom and through it to the bathroom. On my way I paused to look at the queen sized bed with the very feminine bed spread, curtains, and vanity. Obviously Anna's taste ran to the frilly side when it came to decorating her bedroom. Shaking my head I went into the bathroom planning to take a shower but when I spotted the tub I changed my plan. My wife would spend so much time in a tub that her skin would wrinkle like a prune. Obviously there was something about taking a bath that woman enjoyed that I'd never understood. I bent over and dropped the drain plug into the drain. Since I was now a woman it seemed like the perfect opportunity to try to understand what was so great about taking a bath. As I bent over to get the water going I was suddenly conscious of how my boobs swung out and back as I moved around. I spotted a bottle of bubble bath and on a whim added it to the water. Once the tub was filling at just the right temperature I walked back into the bedroom and started taking off my clothes. Jeans first, folded and placed on the bed followed by my blouse and socks, for a second I froze. I looked at the pile of clothes folded exactly as the Aviation Officer Candidate School Drill Instructors had trained me. How much of me was in here and how much of Anna? And more importantly when we changed back tomorrow would I still have parts of her in my mind? I shuddered at the thought! "What did that damn medallion do to me?" I whispered. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves but instead I became aware of how breathing deeply pushed my breasts up and out. "Calm down Tom, one problem at a time. First get through tonight. Then once you change back you can deal with any PTSD you might have," Suddenly I couldn't help the giggle fit that hit me when I thought about a new form of PTSD, as in Post Transgender Stress Disorder! So taking my own advice, I walked naked back out to the kitchen and poured my third glass of wine. I then headed back to the bathroom very conscious of the natural swish and sway of breasts and buttocks as I walked. The tub seemed full of bubbles so I sat my glass on the floor next to the tub turned off the water and then cautiously tested the water with one foot. Satisfied that it wasn't too hot I let out a sigh I slide all the way in. "Ah this feels wonderful!" I just sat back and relaxed into the warm soapy water. My whole body settled into the warmth with the exception of my boobs which apparently wanted to float in the warm water. "I suppose it's good to understand more about the fairer sex," I thought. I reached out and scooped my glass up from the floor and took a sip of the rapidly warming wine. As I soaked in the warm water I could feel the alcohol hitting my system helping me to relax. I closed my eyes and soon lost track of time as drowsed contentedly. After a while I noticed that the water had become cool and my fingers and toes now looked like prunes. I had forgotten to put my hair up so it was pretty wet. I decided to wash it in the tub and I sat up cross legged. "Wow it's easier to sit cross legged with nothing down there to get in the way," I thought to myself. I bent over dunking my hair into the water making sure to get it thoroughly wet. I then looked around and spotted shampoo and conditioner. I soaped, rinsed, and then worked the conditioner into my hair. "I'm not exactly sure what this is supposed to do but I'm sure that I should use it," I muttered to myself. Once finished I was amazed at how flexible my torso was and how I had done all of that without even thinking about it. I realized that I had forgotten to grab a towel but knew that Anna kept them under the sink. So stepping out of the tub and getting water everywhere I padded over to the sink. Sure enough big pink fluffy towels! I started to dry off like I normally would have vigorously rubbing only to realize that my skin was much softer and more sensitive. "Right, I need to pat myself dry," I thought remember how my wife would dry off after a bath. After drying off I tied a towel around my hair like I've seen my wife do, and then went into the bed room. Instinctively I knew which drawer held my skivvies. "Can I call a woman's underwear skivvies?" I thought giggling for a second. Glancing through the drawer I was startled by the number and variety of garments. Finally I found a pair of blue granny panties and I stepped into them feeling the uniquely feminine sensation of an under garment that came all the way up to the crotch where they settled snuggle. This made me pause and step back to get a good look of myself in the mirror on the vanity. Staring back at me was a beautiful woman in snug blue panties, breasts swinging free, with a towel around her head. Wow! I reached up to touch my face and watched as the girl in the mirror did the same thing. I used my small hands to cup my boobs noticing that they felt heavy but nice as I lifted and gently squeezed them. Glancing at my legs I realized that even with my knees touching there was a natural space created between my thighs as my hips flared out. This seemed to emphasize the flat curve at my crotch. Numbers just popped into my head without me really thinking about it, chest 36C, a tight 21 inch waist, and hips that flared out to 34 inches. I was now a whopping five foot two inches tall and weighed in at 105 lbs. My earlier guesses were pretty close but seeing Anna naked was eye popping. If only it wasn't me looking into the mirror from behind those bright green eyes. Turning back to the dresser I found a set of flannel PJs slipping into these made me feel a little more comfortable. Now wet hair, what should I do? Spotting a brush and blow dryer I went to work drying and brushing my hair. It took longer than I would have thought to dry but I was sure it was better than going to bed with wet hair. I looked at the clock on the dresser, 10:05 pm, wow! "I think it's time for bed!" Just then I heard Anna's cell phone ringing. Grumbling I walked to my purse in the kitchen and pulled out the phone. I checked the number and saw that it was my cell phone. "Yes?" I said. "Tom, are you alright? I was worried!" Anna said in a rush. God, it's weird hearing my voice over the phone like this, I thought. "Why would you be worried? I walked home made dinner and stayed here," I answered feeling puzzled. "I've been calling for 20 minutes and you didn't answer!" "Oh, well I washed my hair and needed to dry it. I guess I didn't hear the phone since it was in your purse in the kitchen and I was in the bedroom on the bed with the blow dryer running," I replied feeling irritated with Anna. For a moment there was just silence. "What have you been doing with my body?" Anna asked. I felt my face flush with embarrassment. "Nothing! Look I took a bath and washed my hair, that's it!" I heard a masculine chuckle from Anna. "I'll bet that's all you did, ... have you been a naughty girl?" Before I could respond she added, "I'm just teasing. Oh, your wife called right at eight just like you said she would," Before I could interrupt she continued. "Don't worry she doesn't suspect a thing. She did most of the talking. Let's see, her parents are fine but her sister is even crazier than usual." Before Anna could continue teasing me I interrupted, "I'm glad she's not suspicious. How are you doing?" "No problems, by the way I love your dog, Gus! What a wonderful Boxer!" Anna said. "I'm glad you like my life! Now if you don't mind I'd like to go to bed, we have an appointment in the morning!" I said. "Sure." Anna sounded a bit nervous. "Uhm, .... there was another reason I was worried. Chris sometimes comes over on Friday nights after work and bowling. He's usually pretty drunk. You haven't seen him have you?" "No, but you could have said something earlier. He doesn't have a key does he?" Again there was a long pause. "I tried to take it from him when we broke up, but he wouldn't give it to me and he threatened to hit me. Please don't be mad. I was just so scared I didn't know what to do..." It was weird to hear my voice over the phone sounding frightened. "Well the first thing you can do is stop whining with my voice. It makes me want to puke. Next you can be over here at 8 am so we can change back. Goodnight!" I said more angrily than I intended. With that I hung up, "damn woman," I looked around the living room and the kitchen for a few seconds before finding what I wanted. In the kitchen was a small wood table with four wooden chairs one on each side. I picked up one of the chairs surprised out how heavy it was and carried it to the front door. I double checked that it was locked with the chain in place. I then wedged the top of the chair under the door handle adding another layer of security. "It won't stop a big guy if he's determined but it might slow him down," I thought to myself. With that I turned out the lights and headed back to the bedroom. I didn't think I'd be able to sleep when climbed into bed. This body was so different. I tossed and turned trying to find a comfortable position. I started out trying to sleep on my stomach but my breasts just got in the way. I then tried my back but still couldn't get comfortable. Finally I remembered how my wife usually sleeps and put a pillow between my legs, propped my head up with a second pillow and fell asleep on my side. +++++ Bang, bang, BANG, the pounding on the apartment door pulled me from a deep sleep with a shocking jolt. I looked blearily around the room. "Where am I?" I wondered out loud. Then in a rush the events from yesterday came back to me. I reached up to grab my chest feeling the soft full tissue of two firm breasts in my hands. Then the crashing sound of furniture breaking shocked me out of my stunned reverie. "Oh shit, someone's breaking into the apartment." I jumped out of Anna's bed barely noticing the bounce and sway of my breasts as I rushed down the hall to the living room. My hand reached out instinctively to turn on the lights and I paused to blink several times as bright light flooded the room. I saw a man, Anna's memories identified him as Chris, climbing out of the wreckage of the chair I had wedged into the front door. "Bitch, you think you can lock me out!" He snarled at me! The part of my mind that held Anna's memories not only identified the man in front of me as Chris, (5'10", beer belly, 200 to 210 lbs. a Chicago Cubs baseball hat and three days growth of brown beard that matched what I could see of his hair) but also assured me that he would be drunk and looking for sex. "Get out before I call the cops," I snarled walking quickly to the kitchen counter and picking up the cordless phone from the cradle. "I don't think so," Chris said. His hand encircled my wrist pulling the phone away with his other hand with no effort. I was shocked at 5'10," he was seven inches taller than me and outweighed me by about a hundred pounds. For the first time in my adult life I felt a spark of fear. This guy was bigger and way stronger than me. I was getting a firsthand appreciation for a fact of life women live with every day. "You know Friday night is bowling night followed by me fucking you until dawn. Just because we had a fight doesn't change anything," He slurred drunkenly. "Let go of me. You're hurting my wrist," I said, the words slipping out before I could stop them. "Come on, its time to satisfy your man," Chris said with a leer and began pulling me toward the bed room. Almost without thinking I twisted my hand and pulled against his thumb break his grip on me and causing him to stumble drunkenly against the wall. "What," he slurred at me, "oh, you want to fight? Woman I'm about to bitch slap you into next week." He reached out to grab me with one hand while cocking his other hand back to slap me. It was a slow and drunken sort of move and in a way it seemed both comical and scary at the same time. I didn't wait for him to hit me. I grabbed the hand he had used to try to latch onto my arm and stepped to the side twisting. This caused his attempt to slap me to go wide, but I wasn't done. I felt a cold fury build up inside me. How dare this asshole brake into my apartment and threaten to rape me. Gripping his wrist with my right hand, while he was still off balance, I turned it so his palm was facing up then wrapped my other arm around his so my left arm was under his elbow. I then grabbed my right forearm with my left hand, creating a standing arm-bar. He started to pull back while trying to push me with his free hand. "The alcohol must be preventing him from feeling his elbow being hyperextending," I thought. I took a deep breath and squeezed. My Sensei has often said it only takes about 15 lbs. of pressure to break an elbow. "CRACK!" The sound of Chris's elbow breaking reminded me of the noise a baseball bat makes when you make really solid contact with a fast ball. "Aghhh," I let go of Chris's arm as I felt him collapse to the floor. He lay there for a minute cradling his broken arm. "I'm goanna kill you now bitch!" he hissed climbing to his feet he turn to face me. With his good arm pulled a knife from his back pocket. I didn't hesitate I executed a classic step behind side kick to the center of his chest. If I'd been in my own body that kick would have broken bones. As it was it caused him to lose his balance and tumble back to the floor the knife sailing across the room when Chris tried to catch himself with his good arm. He groaned and rolled over face down so he could use his knees and good arm to prop himself up and climb back his feet. This was a perfect opportunity he was giving me his back like the untrained bully that he was. I jumped onto his back and wrapped my legs around his waist so that my feet were in front of him. I quickly wove my legs between his thighs pushing his legs apart. It was a move knows as sinking in the hooks. As I did this I wrapped my left arm around his neck and used the inside of my right elbow to lock around my left wrist. Once I had the rear naked choke with double under hooks sunk in I started to squeeze with all my strength. Chris tried to stand up but was too drunk, too off balance, and in too much pain from his broken arm to succeed. "Bitch, what..." was all he could get out before he fell forward onto his belly still struggling weekly against the choke. He struggled for another second and then went limp. I held on for a slow three count to make sure that he was out then I let go and climbed off him. I realized I was panting as I looked around my living room. Abruptly my legs felt like noodles and I had to grab the back of the couch to stay on my feet. "Holy shit, Anna wasn't joking about the psycho ex-boyfriend," I muttered. Chris would only be out for a few minutes, so I needed to do something quick, fortunately if there is one thing the military teaches it's to plan ahead. I walked into the kitchen and picked up my...er...Anna's purse and took the medallion of Zulo out and sat it on the counter. I then pulled on a pair of plastic dishwashing gloves from where Anna left them next to the sink. I picked up the medallion and hurried to the hall closet. I noticed that the door to the apartment was not in as bad shape as I'd assumed it would be. The chain had been snapped and Anna's chair was broken but the door was mostly intact. Chris must have used his key to unlock it and then simply kicked the door until the chair fell away and the chain snapped. I now shut the door and locked it before opening the closet. From the pocket of my coat I retrieved the black scarf I'd stashed there while in the pet store. Walking back to Chris I noticed he was starting to moan and move around. This was one of the first signs that he was waking up. I touched the medallion to Chris's cheek pressing Anna's scarf into it and slowly counted to ten before stepping back. Chris continued to groan so I returned to the kitchen and put the medallion back into Anna's purse for safe keeping. After that I returned to the living room to keep my eye on Chris. The changes had already started, his body was several inches shorter and he was sprouting black and white fur on his face and neck. Soon he had disappeared into his clothes as he continued to shrink. I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched this man, who had terrorized Anna, as he changed into a copy of Trixie the Boston terrier from the pet store. By the time 20 minutes had gone by he must have weighed no more than 50 lbs. and was covered in the trade mark black and white fur of a Boston. I saw his broken arm heal itself and then turn into a fore leg with a paw instead of fingers. He continued to moan and shiver like he had a fever without waking up. It was probably a combination of being choked out, drunk, and the trauma that this change was putting his body through, but he never regained consciousness. By the time a full thirty minutes had elapsed he was the spitting image of Trixie Becky's Boston terrier. The same dog I had played with this afternoon and the same dog I'd wrapped my scarf around letting her wear it for several minutes. I picked up the new dog and carried her to Anna's spare bedroom. I opened the door and surveyed the room. A futon couch against one wall and opposite it was a desk with a computer on it. Obviously this room doubled as a guest room and a computer room. I set the new dog down on the futon then went out to the linen closet and pulled out an afghan which I wrapped around the unconscious animal. I then turned off the lights and closed the door. Back in the living room I quickly cleaned up the pieces of the broken chair and sat them to one side of the door. Next I picked up the knife that Chris had dropped during our struggle and put it along with all of Chris's clothes into a pink backpack I'd found in Anna's closet. I checked the clock, 3 am! "God, I hope I can go back to sleep," I grumbled. I turned off the lights and headed back to the bed room. Once under the covers I did my best to get comfortable, but it was impossible. I simply had too much adrenaline in my system. As I lay there in the dark I couldn't help but notice all the differences between this body and my original male body. I started rubbing my chest. God the nipples felt so good...like two miniature erections. As I rubbed them I started to feel a dull ache in my groin. Like an itch but on the inside. I reached down and began to rub my newly acquired feminine parts. Each time I stroked my vagina I felt little jolts of pleasure. Unable to stop myself I reached into my panties and slipped a finger inside. It was already moist and the smell of female sex filled my nose. "Oh, God, ohh, ...," the moans of feminine pleasure echoed around the room. A part of my mind wondered where the woman was who was making all that noise, while another part acknowledged that it was me. I felt the pressure build and build as I managed to work two fingers into my slick pussy. I suddenly found a spot inside my vagina that sent electric jolts of pleasure throughout my body. I started stroking that spot until I didn't think I could take it anymore and then in a series of pulsing contractions I felt my first female orgasm. I lay there stunned my thighs and hand covered with my own juices and then with a sly grin slowly started rubbing my clitoris again. After my third orgasm I lay there exhausted. "So this is what they mean by afterglow," I laughed to myself. I got up and went into the bathroom found a wash cloth and cleaned myself up. Once done I tossed my panties into the clothes hamper and retrieved a fresh pair from the dresser. Curling up on my side with my pillows once again in the proper position I thought about what I had just done. After a fight I was always horny. Was this just Anna's body reacting to the way my mind worked? +++++ I lay there until 5:15 am when I decided that it was pointless and got up. Normally I would be working out right now, but I didn't really want to since that would mean having to get cleaned up again. Plus I wasn't sure where Anna went to work out. So I decided it was time to give her a call. She was in my body after all and it was trained to wake up at five so I felt sure that she'd be up. My guess proved right as Anna picked up on the second ring. "Tom? Why are you calling at five I thought we agreed I'd come over in a couple of hours?" Ann said. "That was before Chris paid me a visit last night," I replied. "What! Are you okay?" Anna's masculine voice sounded very concerned. "I'm fine, but you can come over whenever you're ready." "I'll be there in twenty minutes," she said hanging up the phone. With that I went into the kitchen and started making some coffee. There was no point in getting dressed since I didn't plan to need Anna's clothes for much longer. The pajamas I was wearing would be fine. Almost 25 minutes later there was a knock on the door. I walked over careful not to spill my coffee and stood on my tip toes to peer through the security hole in the door. Standing in the hallway looking slightly nervous was Anna. "Come on in!" I said opening the door. She walked in and paused to look around the room. "What happened did Chris hurt you?" The concern in Ann's voice was touching. "No, and he won't be hurting another women anytime soon," I said with an evil smile. "What are you talking about?" With great relish I explained what I had done using her scarf to "imprint," a copy of Trixie and then changing Chris into a perfect clone. "In fact if you want him to experience motherhood, well, he's in heat right now. I bet if you talked to Becky you might be able to borrow the dog she's got scheduled for Trixie," I said with a laugh. "Wow, I can't believe that you did all of that! Can I see him?" Anna exclaimed. "Sure," I went to the spare bedroom and opened the door. Lying on the futon still mostly wrapped in the blanket was Chris or, perhaps more accurately, the new Trixie. His cute little head was just visible in the light from the hall. Quietly I shut the door not wanting to wake the new dog. Anna stood in the hallway laughing. "This is just too perfect. I can't believe you did that to him," she said. "I'm glad you're impressed, but it's time now for us to change back," I said. "It's been fun, in fact this has been the most excitement I've had in months, but it's time to switch back." Anna nodded. "I understand, you have a nice home and your wife seems really sweet." I went to the kitchen set down my coffee and took the medallion out of Anna's purse and returned only to discover that Anna had walked back to the master bedroom. A quick check of the clock showed me that it was 5:55 am we should be able to change back by now. I followed her to the bedroom and saw that she had taken off her shirt and was standing in front of the vanity flexing. "I just can't get over how strong you are," she said looking at me as I stepped up to join her looking into the mirror. "You're really very pretty you know," I said stepping in front of her and turning so that I could see both of our reflections in the mirror. I still was startled again, by how much shorter I was, as both looked into the mirror at the apparent man and woman staring back. I let the moment last for another second and then pulled the medallion out of my pajama pocket, turned around, and touched it to his bare chest. I instantly felt that same shock I'd felt yesterday and judging by the slight flinch from Anna she felt it too. "Hey, I wasn't ready to switch back just yet!" she said looking down at me. "I thought you might be having second thoughts so I figured I'd just do it," I replied. Already the changes were starting. I could see her brown hair getting lighter and longer and felt a tingling in my chest. I stepped back and pulled the pajamas off and tossed them onto the bed. Standing there in nothing but panties I watched as my breasts shrank turning into well- defined pectorals. At this point Anna and I were able to look directly into each other's eyes. She'd also dropped her jeans and stood there in a set of boxers, as her hips flared out. I watched as her nipples expanded and turned a lighter shade of pink. An ache in my groin was followed by a sensation that told me my missing manhood had returned. In a few more minutes the changes were complete. I reached between my legs and confirmed that my old friend was hanging there where he was supposed to be. Yes! Back to normal, I thought to myself. "So, if you're not using those boxers can I have them?" I asked tossing her panties onto the PJs already on the bed. Anna covered her breasts with both hands. "Sure in a second," she replied. She went to her closet and pulled out a soft fluffy bathrobe and wrapped it around herself. Then reaching under the bathrobe she dropped the boxers and brought them back out to me. I grinned not bothering to cover up and quickly put the clothes on that she had worn over. "Hey, I'll get you a cup of coffee while you finish getting dressed," I said. I could see that she was reluctant, now that we'd changed back, to be naked around me. I walked out of the bedroom and as I passed Anna's dresser I saw the medallion sitting where I'd dropped it once the changes had started. I picked it up and put it into the front pocket of my jeans and left the room. I still had half a cup of now cold coffee so I topped it off and settled down to wait for Anna. About ten minutes later she walked into the kitchen wearing a set of Capri's and a light blue top. Her hair had been pulled back and she had on just a hint of makeup. All in all she looked pretty good for 6:45 am. "I suppose you'll be going home now that the excitement is over," she asked. "Yes, and no," I replied. "We still have a couple of loose ends to clean up. Your backpack over there has Chris's clothes, phone, wallet, knife, and keys. I think you should drive his car to his apartment and drop all of that stuff in his place and then lock it up. Be sure to leave the keys inside the apartment. That way when he's declared missing there won't be anything of his over here. Plus it'll give the cops a good mystery to solve. Of course one of the first places the cops will look is here since the ex-girlfriend will be one of the first people they'll want to talk too." "Oh, I guess I hadn't thought about that," she replied. "Don't worry just tell the cops the truth. He came over you got into a loud argument he was drunk and you made him go away," I said with a grin. Anna drove Chris's car back to his place and I followed in my Jeep. She was in and out of his apartment in less than ten minutes and when I pulled away it was with a feeling of relief. "So what are you going to do with your new dog?" I asked. "I like the idea of puppies. I think I'll talk to Becky this afternoon," she replied. "After all the times he forced me to have sex when I didn't want to and the times he hit me, well, motherhood will be good for him." "He really liked calling you a bitch, you know. The name fits him a whole lot better now," I laughed. We both started laughing at that. It was the first time I'd felt comfortable with Anna since she tricked me into taking her place. I pulled the jeep into a spot in front of her apartment. "Tom, I'm really sorry about what I did. I was just desperate. I think that if I'd been home last night Chris would have killed me," she said. I looked over at her. She was so pretty with her blonde hair and green eyes, call me a sucker, but I just couldn't stay angry. "I think I understand. I've not felt that weak or frightened since I was in junior high and some of the bigger kids tried to pick a fight with me. Being you has been educational," I said with a chuckle. "If you ever want to swap again, I'd be willing to be you for a few days," she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "You know kind of a vacation from the humdrum of regular life." I couldn't help but grin back since her good humor was infectious. "I'll keep that in mind. You should get back up to your apartment. You don't want your new dog to have an accident." She slid out of the jeep pulling her coat tightly around her against the cold. The wind grabbed her blonde hair blowing it to one side as she walked up the sidewalk toward her apartment. I reached down and felt the medallion of Zulo in my jeans pocket and then noticed that Anna had left her hat on the passenger's seat of the jeep. I reached for the door handle to call her but she'd already disappeared into the apartment building. I picked up her hat and considered going up to her place to return it, but then opened the glove box and stuffed the hat inside. I put my jeep into reverse and backed out. As I drove away from her apartment I couldn't help but wonder. "What would it be like to spend a week as Anna?" THE END?