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Warning! This story contains graphic descriptions of abuse and rape. Do not read this story if you are sensitive to such events. ********** No matter how many times we try to talk some sense into her, and no matter how many times he beats her, she still goes back to him. I'll never understand what it is that keeps drawing her to him. And so it is again, that Heather has some new and obvious bruises when I see her at Alice's house for our weekly gathering. Heather used to join us every week, as we watched our weekly drama series and shared in good food and drink... until shortly after she met Steve. After that, it seemed that her free time was mainly devoted to him. It was months later that we started to notice things. She had quit her job, and what seemed to be accidental injuries may not have been accidents at all. Over the days and weeks that passed, we figured out what was happening, and no matter what we did, she just didn't see the danger. After John nearly put Steve in the hospital trying to knock some sense into him, Heather actually did end up in the hospital. We're pretty sure Steve "helped" her fall down the stairs that broke her arm and turned her various shades of black and blue and purple and red. We all wanted Steve locked away... or worse - but Heather refused to implicate him, in fact she defended him to the hilt. After awhile, I guess we all just kinda' gave up on trying to help her much, though I know we all still thought about it. So tonight was one of those bittersweet moments where someone you care about comes to join you and spend some quality time, but you know that they are in trouble, and that there's nothing you can do, until they are prepared to take that next step and help themselves. As I came in, Sherry and Heather got quiet. I knew I had interrupted an important... and private conversation. I apologized for the interruption, they both feigned ignorance and I had to smile as I shook my head. It was nice to see Heather again, and I told her so. Then we continued to get supper ready for the rest of the crew. Supper was good, as always - and the show was good as expected. Heather didn't stay for dessert or for the games and conversation afterwards, she had to get home. As numb as we'd become to her situation, we didn't pressure her much to stay. I could see a mixture of relief and disappointment at our letting her go so easily. After Heather had gone, we had some short conversations about her and her dilemma. Sherry didn't add any new information, though I could see the trouble in her eyes. I didn't press things - it was probably something told to her in confidence. The night finally came to close and everyone else had left, Sherry and I cleaned-up our apartment. No, we're not married, or dating - though I had considered that once. We were just good enough friends that when she needed a place to crash after breaking up with her boyfriend, I figured I could use the extra help with rent. As we cleaned we discussed the various events and topics of the night. When the discussion turned to Heather, Sherry went silent for a moment. I went to change the topic, but instead she asked me what I thought of Heather's situation. I let her know that I knew Heather could do better than the abusive jerk she was with, and that I wish I understood why she didn't just leave him. She told me that she had once been in a similar type of relationship and that she still didn't understand completely why it took her so long to get out of it. We both expressed our concern about Heather's situation. "I don't understand why she continues to be with that ass. Can't she see he's no good, and that someday he could really hurt her?" Sherry replied, "I was once in a similar relationship and you just want to make things work. He was a good man, most of the time, and I kept telling myself that. Then a close friend helped me to see him from her eyes." "Well, it's too bad your friend isn't around to help Heather." "That's what I was talking to her about when you arrived." "About seeing your friend?" "Yes. Unfortunately, we're going to need the help of someone else." "We'll you know I'm there if you need me." "I'm glad to hear that, but I think you should hear what would be necessary before you decide." "Hell, you guys know I'd do anything for you to help you out." "I know, but..." "No buts. I'd give anything I could to help a friend in need." Sherry sighed. "Alright, you should come with us tomorrow - but you should hear my friend out BEFORE you decide to help this time." "Whatever. What time?" "Just come straight home after work, we'll leave from here." ~~~~~ The next day, I'd pretty much forgotten about the appointment with Sherry's friend until I was on my way home. I decided to pick up the pace a bit since I was a few minutes late at the office. I arrived home to two annoyed, worried, and perhaps a bit irritated faces. I quickly apologized and we were on our way to Sherry's friend's place. The converstaion was sparce and light as we wound our way to the older part of town. We pulled in to a driveway next to an old Victorian home that looked very nicely maintained, especially for the part of town we were in. Sherry introduced us to her friend Maria. I felt a surge rush through me as we shook hands - it was an old feeling, but gave me goosebumps that just wouldn't go away. Maria started, "Heather, your friends are here to help you find peace and happiness. You agree to let them help you?" Heather looked at us with a bit of trepadation, then answered "I... I guess so." "Joe, you are here to help Heather?" "Absolutely! I'll do whatever you need to help her out." Maria chuckled, then turned to Sherry, "You didn't tell him, did you?" Sherry looked at me, shrugged, and then lowered her gaze toward Maria, "He kept interrupting me... But I told him to hear you out before he agreed." Maria looked at me, "You should have listened to Sherry." I was confused. "What?" I questioned. Maria explained: "Years ago, I helped Sherry out of a bad relationship. The only way I could get her to see the evil in the man she dated was to force her to look at him through my own eyes... eyes that cared deeply for her. So I traded places with her... for a few weeks, I became her, and she became me. I had to endure being her as I'd seen her be, while she got to view the relationship through my eyes. When we traded back, she understood that he had to go, and she knew that she had my support... and the strength to finally break away. You're both here because you are the ones that care deeply for Heather. It will be your caring eyes that make this work." Heather started to defend Steve, but with a wave of Maria's hand suddenly went silent. After witnessing Heather's sudden silence, presumably by the wave of Maria's hand, my lack of confidence in some Freaky Friday type of body swap started to waiver. "So, Heather will get to see her relationship through Sherry's eyes - Why am I here?" I questioned. Sherry retorted, "No way! There's no way that I can be in an abusive relationship like that again. I love Heather, but I just can't go through that... even to help her." It took a moment to sink in... that's why I was here... It wouldn't be Maria's eyes that didn't know Heather, and it wouldn't be Sherry's eyes that Heather would see Steve through... it would be my eyes. "No." I stated firmly. "You have already agreed to help, and the process has already begun." Maria assured me. "I don't recall agreeing to this." I rebutted. "Your words, ' I'll do whatever you need to help her out ', were they not?" "That's not what I meant." "When you arrived and we shook hands, I could sense in you confusion, anger, disappointment, even a bit of curiosity. You didn't understand how Heather could remain with such an abusive person, you wanted her to be angry with him, to leave him, and you almost wished you knew what it was that held her to him. Now, as you give Heather the chance to see her relationship with Steve through your eyes, you will also have the opportunity to see that same relationship through her eyes." My head was spinning, my vision narrowed, I tried to speak, to voice my dissent to taking Heather's place in that abusive relationship, but found myself unable to speak. Almost at that same moment, I heard a voice very similar to my own, "This isn't right, I don't want to be Joe, and I sure as hel.... What the hell!" The voice came from my own body, well... what was supposed to be my body. I looked down at myself and noticed that I must now be in Heather's body. Alarmed, I again tried to express my concerns and found that I still could not speak. I looked over at Maria, who waved her hand in the direction of my body, and I could see that Heather, in my body was again unable to speak, just as I. Maria started to chant in some ancient language and I felt a bit tired. Interspersed with her chants were descriptions to us. As she told us that my mind would be ruled by Heather's thoughs and memories, so that I may act as her copy while she observed through my eyes. We were told that I would act just as Heather would throughout the next few weeks. We were told that Heather would be able to pass as me, and that nobody outside of the four of us would notice anything amiss, but she would still be herself. As the chanting continued, I felt strange thoughts and feelings swirlling around in my head. ~~~~~ As the strange fog in my head cleared, I wondered if it was done... if Steve and I would finally find some peace and happiness. Sherry and her friend Maria smiled at me. Joe looked a bit confused and distant, but followed Sherry and I out to Sherry's car. As we rode home, I checked my watch - I didn't want to be late getting home, I had to get Steve's supper on ready and on the table before he got home from work. "What the fu.." I covered my mouth. "Oh my God!" "What's wrong?!" Sherry asked. "I think I'm really Heather." "Well, duh. You knew that." "No. I mean, I just realized that I have to hurry home to get Steve's supper ready. And I mean, I have to... I don't want to... I don't... I can't be late. I need to keep him happy." I started to cry. "Oh my God, I'm crying now." "Wow." Heather, now Joe replied, "You really are me... I mean, you think and act just like me." "You're not helping. I don't like this at all. I don't want to be Heather... I sure as hell don't want to please Steve. Oh God, I don't want to do what this body wants to do with Steve." Heather, now Joe chuckled at that. "If he knew who it really was in there..." "Shut up!" "Joe... I mean Heather, stop it! Joe is doing you a huge favor, trust me. And Joe, just remember... this is for Heather, and it is only temporary. Just let yourself be Heather, it will be easier." "I don't want it to be easier! I want it to be over!" I cried. "I know." Sherry agreed. A strange sense of purpose started to surge through me as we approached Joe and Sherry's place and my car. I checked my watch again. Relieved that I still had enough time to get home, make supper and do a little cleaning. What the hell is happening to me, I struggled to regain my own thoughts, fighting Heather's mind which was overwhelming. Still, I knew that in this body, I was Heather, and that if Steve was unhappy, I'm not going to like it. As much as I didn't like the idea of being Heather and doing *all* the things that Heather is expected to do, I liked the idea of being beaten as Heather even less. I was sad as I grabbed Heather's keys from her purse and high-tailed it to her car, I jumped in and started it up... then I realized I didn't know where I was going. That's strange, of course I know where I'm going - and I better get my fat ass moving. ~~~~~ I hope he's in a good mood tonight. I think I overcooked the chops, and the gravy isn't right. Oh please God, let him be in a good mood tonight. I was just finishing cleaning myself up and making sure I look presentable, when I heard the door open. I rushed out of the bathroom to greet my lover and welcome him home. I rushed up to give him a hug and a kiss, and he picked me up, spun me around and grabbed my ass firmly. I giggled as I knew he was in a great mood tonight. After supper, I washed up the supper dishes and then joined my Steve on the couch, mindful to bring him a fresh beer. He was watching some sort of space movie and let me snuggle right up to him. I tried to get interested in it but found myself getting bored. Wow, I still don't get how all the haters think this new Star Trek movie sucks, I mean, it's different... but it's still pretty darn good. I sigh as I've never really found a girl that enjoys these Sci-Fi movies. I have to give it to Steve, at least he has decent taste in movies.... oh boy, I can't believe I just thought that. I think I'm starting to actually like this schmuck. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood, bitch." Steve tells me as he hands me an empty beer bottle. Oh my, how did I not notice he was getting empty? I guess I spaced-out a bit there. I grab his empty bottle as I apologize and jump up to get him another beer, and rejoin him on the couch. Oh lord, I felt fear... I felt Heather's fear. *I* was afraid... afraid he was going to throw me or punch me for not paying attention to his beer. I was having trouble focusing on the movie... I was now afraid of what he'd do to me if I messed up and let his beer run out again. I want to hate him, but I'm afraid to let him see that. God forbid he notice that I'm not really Heather. What would he do to me then. I do my best to snuggle in to him and appear to "love" him. I wake up by my lover's kiss. Just like Sleeping Beauty. I giggle, and follow him to bed. I must have fallen asleep during the movie. He tosses me into bed and jumps on me then starts tickling me. I squirm under him as I try to break free from the tickles. "Stop... Stop... I'm gonna' pee my pants if you don't stop." He stops and then lifts my face to his and we kiss... long and deep. It feels wonderful. He opens the top of my dress and moves my bra out of his way as he starts to work my breasts. He's so rough. We keep kissing as he removes his shirt and grab his strong shoulders. It doesn't take long before one of his hands hikes up my dress and starts rubbing me intimately. I'm feeling hot, nipples are hard, skin so sensitive, and so warm and wet down below. I'm on auto-pilot as we continue to make out, he continues to play with me until finally, finally, he enters me. He pumps his cock in and out of me, building rythym and power. I move my hips to match his thrusts. Waves of pleasure keep washing over me, building and building in frequency and intensity. Suddenly his cadence changes and he pounds into me violently. As I feel his penis pulse inside of me, I realize that he has finished, leaving me stuck in this highly aroused state. Stuck beside him once again, to let time bring me down to earth. Why, oh why, couldn't he have done what he did a couple weeks back. That was so wonderful... Bliss... Extasy. I rolled onto my side, feeling our mess leak out of me and down my leg onto the clean sheets... tears forming in my eyes. Oh my God, I want to vomit! I can't believe that I just did that. More importantly, I can't believe that I want him to finish me off like he did to Heather a couple weeks ago. I want to get up and clean myself off, but I'm scared if I move, Steve will wake up and that won't end well for me. ~~~~~ I wake up and it's dark. I can feel someone next to me in bed with their arm around me. I try to remember who I brought home last night. It takes a moment or two for my mind to wake up, and I start to squirm as I remember, vividly, the activities of last night. I quickly still myself, lest I wake up the sleeping giant that must be beside me. As I gently slide out from under his arm, I can feel the remains of last night's love-making against my body. I quickly and quietly make my way to the bathroom. I relieve myself and then clean-up before throwing on a robe. I have to force myself into Heather's mind to figure out what she's supposed to do today. It seems that I'm awake and Heather is still asleep. I make out that I should probably start making Steve's lunch before I do anything else. I head out to the kitchen and start on both Steve's lunch and breakfast for the both of us. I decide to just wing the breakfast by cooking up some eggs and bacon with toast and hashbrowns - something I know how to cook. I whip up some ham and turkey sandwiches for Steve's lunch and add a few snacks and some drinks. As I'm finishing up breakfast and getting the cookware washed up, Steve sneaks up behind me and grabs grabs my breasts. I gasp and freeze for a moment in shock. Then I feel the robe I'm wearing being lifted up behind me. It doesn't take but a second to figure out what that creep is up to. But I'm frozen as I try to decide what to do. It's that moment of hesitation that saves me. Before I can think, Steve sides his member into me. I gasp again, this time breathlessly as even though I experience this last night - it was *as* Heather. Now I'm just experiencing it as me, through Heather's body. Steve played with my nipples. He was gentle with me. Carressing my breasts. Kissing my neck. Holding me gently, yet firmly in his strong hands. What was happening to me? My breathing grew shallow as he worked his manhood back and forth in my... Heather's... my vagina. Oh my God. He moved his right hand down between my legs and played with me as he continued his work. I quickly found myself caught up in the experience. I started to lose track of everything else as Steve worked me and played me like fine instrument. I could feel my body... my soul sing out with joy. He turned me around and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his back and we kept dancing to the same tune. Soon I found myself arching my back and moaning as he kept working me and pressing all the right buttons. I felt those waves of hot pleasure surging through my body, growing, and growing... until... I couldn't take it anymore. I felt myself start to spasm... all over. It was intense, it was wonderful, it was an all-consuming, all-encompassing drain of relief that oddly left me wanting for more. I was energized and spent all at the same time. "Oh my God." was all that I could say, and then we kissed passionately. I couldn't help it. As much as I hated the guy, I loved him for having given me that experience. As we embraced and kissed, I felt him grow soft and slide out of me. I quickly realized the need to excuse myself before I made a mess all over. I scampered down the hallway to the bathroom feeling our juices once again ooze down my legs. I sat on the toilet and emptied myself before cleaning quickly and heading to kitchen. I think I was starting to see some of what kept Heather with Steve. My legs were still wobbly as I returned to the kitchen. Steve was just finishing up his breakfast and getting ready to head out for work. I handed him his lunch and gave him a kiss on his way out the door, wishing him a good day. I couldn't help myself. About a half-hour after Steve left, Sherry called me. "Hi, how are you?" "Great, and you?" "I'm okay. Are you alone?" "Yeah." I replied half-heartedly "Maria just called. She said that she overlooked something in the spell." "Okay" I replied quizitively. "You need to be careful not to get pregnant." "Yeah, like that's going to.... oh... um... shit!" "What?" "Heather had sex with Steve last night." I decided to leave this morning's shenanigans out of the conversation. "Heather?" she questioned "Yeah, I was in 'Heather Mode', Steve took contol, and they had fun at my expense." I paused before asking, "So, what happens if I get pregnant?" "You get to keep Heather's body for the next 40 months or until childbirth." "And she didn't bother to tell us then?" "She's never done a this swap with a man before. Apparently, it's one of the rules - Something about if a man becomes pregnant as a woman, he has to deal with the reprecussions. Raising the child until it is able to survive without a mother." "What about that 'or until childbirth' part?" "Childbirth pairs the body and soul for life, or something like that." "That doesn't make sense. If you get pregnant, you go through childbirth. So would I be stuck for 40 months or life or would I just be like crushing on Heather's body until I die?" "I'll have to ask. In the meantime, don't get pregnant." "Yeah, it might be a little late now, don't you think?" "Yeah, well... we can hope. I'll check on that, until then - you better start using condoms." "Steve won't use them, he wants us to have a baby." Where the hell did that thought come from? "Okay, apparently, staying not-pregnant might be problematic." I sigh. "You check on what we can do if I already am pregnant, and I'll work on the not getting that way if I'm not already." "Okay. I'll talk to you later... Heather." she giggled. "Har, har. Bye, Sherry." ~~~~~ Lucky for me, Heather's mind was full of all sorts of information. Like the number to her gynocologist. A quick phone call and an afternoon appointment for birth-control pills might be just the answer. I just need to make sure Steve doesn't find out. The rest of the morning was interesting. I waited for Heather to wake up and chase me away into the back corner of her mind, but that never happened. What did happen were pleasant reminders and memories of hers would come to my mind when I needed them. I knew what was in store for the day and paced myself accordingly. Cleaning and mending a few things. Taking care of some household chores. Things that I thought would bore me to death actually felt like a mission to be completed. A few times I caught myself thinking about Steve, and I felt a warm feeling inside and had to semi-cross my legs as the butterflies caught me off-guard. Holy crap, I think this is how Heather feels about Steve... and I'm really feeling it... they're so real, I'd swear that it's how *I* feel about him. Sure he had his flaws, who didn't. I was no beauty queen myself... Wait... that's not me - that's Heather. Okay, Heather. You might not be a supermodel, but girl, you are damn pretty! Do you understand that? I could tell that she didn't feel pretty. I could feel the critical eye that I now had towards the hair that wouldn't stay straight, or curly enough... the lashes that were long in the center but sometimes went stray... the 'beauty marks' that really weren't... the extra pudge in the middle... I wanted to be thinner, to be prettier, to be sexier. I mean, Heather wanted to be more beautiful, to be desirable to men. I wasn't really sure I wanted to get a shower. It didn't seem right for me to see Heather's body naked. I had to keep reassuring myself that it would look weird if I didn't shower for the next few weeks, and that since I was stuck in Heather's body, that I was going to have to keep it up as if it were my own... besides, as Heather's mind reminded me, it wasn't anything I haven't seen before - followed by a few memories of what to expect and where my body could use some improving. Dang it, Heather's thoughts again. I thought I'd be tempted to explore or play with Heather's naked body, but it really didn't feel like some strange body, or even a sexual thing to be played with. It was odd, but it felt like it was my own body, and I didn't really even feel a hint of arousal, except when I thought of Steve showering with me. I shivered at that thought - part aroused, part disgusted, but warming up inside. Oh boy. Going to the gynocologist's office was a first for me. I was expecting to be in the stirrups and spread wide like an... well you get the point. But no, she asked me a few questions like when my last period had been (It finished 21 days ago, oh joy). She handed me a prescription, reminded me of my annual exam in three months sent me on my way. I knew Sherry would be off work by now and I stopped by our place where I explained that I didn't want Steve to know that I and Heather were about to start on the pill. We decided to go to the pharmacy and pay cash for the pills and keep it a secret from Heather until we swapped back. Sherry gave me some cash to pay for the pills as I didn't want any reason for Steve to question me. I filled the prescription and grabbed some tampons and pantyliners on my way out - Thanks Heather-mind. I knew that most women didn't like their periods, and us men had no measure of what it was like. Heather's memories didn't seem to dwell on them, she'd had so many - but I did have memories of a leak-through, and of being caught without protection or having run out, and I knew that sometimes the cramps and/or headaches were bad. And I knew it should be starting in the next couple of days. As I was told not to start the birth-control pills until after my period, I had to hope that I wasn't going to get pregnant in the meantime. I knew that it'd be a long shot at this point in Heather's cycle but it was still possible. I knew I couldn't not just please Steve, and well... after this morning, I wasn't sure that I didn't want to try. What am I thinking? I shake my head. By the time I got home, I was exhausted, my back felt tight and I had a bit of a headache. I went to grab an Advil from the medicine cabinent, but instead found myself reaching for a Midol. My eyes opened wide as I realized what was going on, I was experiencing some symptoms of PMS. Heather's mind told me that this was just a light experience, and that it was likely to get worse this cycle - though not as bad as other months. I now knew that I could get out of having sex with Steve... if I wanted to please him in... other ways. Now I had a choice... risk getting pregnant (if I wasn't already), give him oral, or take a beating. As gay as it sounds, I even considered adding anal sex to Heather's repertoire, almost not caring if she hated me or not afterwards. I hoped I wouldn't have to choose. I noticed that the light on the answering machine was flashing, with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I walked over to see who had called. I recognized the number on the caller ID, it was Steve's work. The message he left for me stated that he was coming home late tonight, that he and the guys from work were going out after work. He told me not to worry about supper... then he told me that we'd talk about why I wasn't home when he called. That last part made me feel sick to my stomach. I had a perfectly good reason to not be home when he called. Even if I didn't admit to the birth-control pills. I had seen the woman doctor, and gotten some feminine hygeine products on the way home. Still, I could feel a little bit of fear rising up inside of me. I finished Heather's tasks for the day and made sure everything was perfect for when Steve got home. I stayed up and waited for him for hours. The fatigue from Heather's PMS was really kicking my ass around midnight. I decided to change into some PJs and wait for Steve to come home. I fell asleep on the chair watching HGTV, when I was suddenly grabbed and thrown to the floor. I woke up and tried to get off the floor when I was suddenly punched in the face. What the!? I couldn't see, my vision was blurry and there was sleep and tears in my eyes. I was hit again then tossed to the wall. I tried to get away but someone grabbed my hair and pulled me around. I was slapped across the face. No matter what I tried to do I was being hit and grabbed and thrown everywhere. I didn't know what to do, so I screamed. Which resulted in a nice punch to the face, to the gut and then being strangled by strong hands. Forget fear. I was terrified! I must have passed out. When I came to, I could only see shapes and some colors, and only through my right eye, my left eye wouldn't open. I could feel someone tugging at my pants and underwear and I tried to struggle away. Then my breasts were grabbed and I suddenly remembered who I was. I was frantic now. I needed to get away. If this animal raped me, I could be stuck living Heather's nightmare for the next four years! Every attempt to get away was defeated by this creep's superior size and strength. My pants and panties were now halfway to my knees and he had me pinned to the floor, with one hand around my throat. I was trapped! I felt him between my legs and he pressed against them hard. I heard his threaten me not to fight, and he squeezed my neck a little tighter. I complied, I was terrified that he was going to kill me right here and now. Then I felt his penis against me. He pushed it tighter and harder against me, my body yeilding. The horror of this experience overwhelming me. Then I broke through, I couldn't let him do this. Not to me, not to her, not to... "UGH!" He was in me now. I struggled, and he squeezed my throat. I tried to scream and he squeezed harder. Now he thrusted with wreckless abandon as I was in no position to stop him. I was completely powerless against his raw aggression. I could nothing as I felt his body pound into me. I was shaking, ashamed, terrified, violated, destroyed. The last thing I remember is the feeling of his thing throbbing inside of me as I passed out. I woke up, I could barely move, I could barely see, I was sore all over. The eerie glow of the television lit the room, it was some infomercial. My head was pounding, I could taste blood. As I struggled to my feet, I could tell that I had just endured a hell of a beating. My breath sounded labored. I made my way to the bathroom. I couldn't see clearly. I cleaned myself up as best I could, then put my PJs back on. I called Sherry. "He... Hello" Sherry answered groggily. "Shewy." I struggled to say. "Who is this?" "Jo... umh... Heava." I answered, still unable to speak clearly. "Where's Steve?" she asked. "I dunno" I answered. "I'll be right over." she stated as she hung up the phone, giving me no time to object. Out of fear for my life, I ran as best I could to the bedroom to wake up Steve. He was out cold. Next I made for the front door to ensure that it was unlocked, then checked the living room to see if there was any incriminating evidence against Steve in there. Minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I answered and two police officers after seeing me, pushed past me and into the house. Sherry pulled me outside. Two paramedics arrived shortly after and started to check me out. As I was being checked out, Steve was taken past me in cuffs - the look he gave me made my blood freeze. I started to cry. I was scared to death of what he was going to do to me. To *ME*! This was my life for nearly three more weeks, if I survived that long. Everyone tried to get me to say that Steve had beaten and raped me, and though I wanted to say yes and put his ass behind bars for as long as possible, part of me couldn't do it. Part of me really cared for him (damn you, Heather, damn you!) and part of me wanted to surrender to him again and let him take like he did just this morning (well, yesterday morning). But the biggest part of me was the fair and honest part. I never saw who actually attacked me. It was fast, and brutal. I told them the best that I could, that I didn't see who it was, and that I didn't think it was Steve (Why? Heather, Why!?). I have no idea really how unpleasant a period is by itself, as my experience with menustration as a woman, I was healing from far more unpleasant wounds. I was going to need a dental bridge, and nearly had to have my jaw wired shut. The physical bruises were going to take more time to heal. Fortunately my vision cleared within a few days. I was almost in heaven, when they gave me a 'Plan B' pill - no pregnancies for me! This whole ordeal... I would never be the same again. I think I understood now why Sherry wouldn't trade places even for Heather. Steve was released almost immediately. There was no physical evidence against him that couldn't be explained away. Sherry was pretty adamant about me not going back to Steve's house. But I told her that it is exactly what Heather would do, and she needed to see it to break her from Steve. Sherry was concerned about my safety, and I'll have to say, so was I. "I never meant for you to go through that." "I never thought I would have to." I paused, "But maybe it's for the best - now Heather can finally see what Steve is capable of." "I thought you said he didn't do this!" she questioned. "I can't say that he did. But I'm certain he is capable of it." I stated honestly. Sherry and Mike (another mutual friend) drove me home. I thought Steve would be livid, but he was sober and drinking a coffee when we arrived. I immediately asked if he was okay, but he changed the subject by apologizing for not waking up while I was attacked. A huge part of me thought it was a crock of crap, as I'm sure Sherry and Mike did too... but a part of me was comforted by his apology and the concern in his eyes. I thanked Mike and Sherry for dropping me off and making sure I was okay. Sherry made me promise to call her later. Steve cooked supper for me and took care of me for the rest of the day. He helped me to bed that night and just snuggled close to me. He didn't ask anything from me, and I was grateful. ~~~~~ I woke to the phone ringing, Steve was gone. I made it to the phone just as the machine picked up. It was Sherry. She wanted to come over and visit with me some. I told her that I just woke up and that Steve was gone, but I wasn't sure if he'd gone to work. She said that it was fine, and we made plans to have lunch. A couple hours later and I was about as presentable as one could be after being attacked so savagely. Just in time. Doorbell. It was Sherry... and Joe, I mean Heather. The look on my former face sunk. "Are you okay?" Heather asked me. "You will be." I answered back. Watching my face drain and then blush was an interesting experience. "Did Steve do this to you?" "I'm not really sure. I'm certain that's he's capable, but the part of me that I got from you keeps wanting to tell me that he wouldn't do this, that he didn't do this, that he cares for you too much. And I feel other things... I don't want to lose him, He's so nice most of the time, He's so... " and now it was my turn to blush. I sighed and I'm sure my eyes (Heather's body's eyes) lit up. Which caused my former face to blush again. "Heather, you don't need him. You're wonderful, you're beautiful, you deserve better!" "Yeah, but like you said, you're not really sure if Steve did this." "Yeah, but you're not sure he didn't!" I rebutted. "That tells me that even YOU think that he's capable of this." "But he's never beaten me this bad before, what did you do?" Her hands went to her mouth as soon as she realized what she'd just said. It was a strange feeling watching my body move in such a feminine way. "So he HAS beaten you before. Why have you lied to us for so long, when we already knew the truth?" Sherry demanded. "Because he treats me so nice... he pays attention to me... he remembers all the little details... because he cares for me. He makes me feel special!" I'd said it without thinking. But I knew it was true, I'd felt those same things... no, I *feel* those same things right now. Hell, I'm defending a man that I wanted to destroy just days ago. This is insane. "She's right?... I mean, Joe's right. That's how I feel, exactly." She paused. "He's not that bad." Sherry then asked her, "Are you telling me that you don't see the danger? He almost killed you... well Joe, but still." "It might not have been him." Heather rebutted. "And if it was?" I asked. "What would you do?" She asked me in return. My head spun, I was in a state of turmoil. My mind, my heart, my very soul had all been tainted by Heather thoughts and feelings. I wanted to shout for her to leave him... but... but... I couldn't. I could tell that there was goodness in Steve. And I wanted to chance to try to bring it out. I could fix him. Maybe a little bit longer... yes, perhaps if I was Heather just a bit longer I could do what she had failed to do. Besides maybe it wasn't Steve who had attacked me - maybe Heather had been making progress with ridding Steve of his evil itterations. Hell, he'd treated me like a queen, espeically since I got back from the hospital. If he didn't care, why would he do that. If he didn't care, why would he... Oh God, I want to feel him inside me again... just one more time, I want to feel... What the hell am I thinking?! My mind was going a million miles a minute... I tried to speak, and then I could feel it, I could *feel* the answer. "I love him!" And I started to cry. Oh my God... what has happened to me? "What the fuck!" was the response from both Sherry and Heather. "I don't know what happened. I just... *felt* it. I'm really Heather, now. I have all her feelings, and I think just like her. I know I shouldn't love him... and I know why I shouldn't even consider loving him... but that's what I feel, and it is so strong... it's overwhelming." I tried to explain. I explained also my feelings of his goodness and the fact that I think I can 'fix' Steve... if I stay just a little longer. I explain my doubt of his being the one who attacked me (oh no), and how great he had treated me, and that perhaps Heather was almost there. I shouldn't have been explaining this to a couple of women. Had I been in my body, I would have no doubt nipped this idea in the bud. It's emotional, not rational, not logical... emotional. I was in the body of an emotional being, and now I was being ruled by emotion. The two of them agreed with my 'logic' and so it was. I was to serve out the remainder of my sentence in Heather's body, and attempt to finish with my first-hand knowledge of men, what Heather had attempted to do. I was going to try to 'fix' Steve. ~~~~~ My three weeks as Heather was up, and although I was still fearful of Steve from time to time, he never showed any agression toward me. Perhaps Heather and I really had fixed Steve. We arrived at Maria's house again and told her all about our adventure. Maria was a little stunned by our revelation that Steve was a changed man. Still she kept her professionalism and started the chant to return back to our own bodiees. I felt none of the disorientation like I had last time, though as I watched my body across the table, I could see it become disoriented. Maria raised her chanting and seemed to be struggling more and more with the spell. Finally she calmed down and stopped chanting. Finally, she turns to me. "Are you pregnant?" she asks. "I shouldn't be. I'm on the pill." I replied. "You're on the pill?" Heather exclaims. "Yes, I didn't need to get pregnant - or you might not get your body back for awhile." Maria explains the pregnancy stipulation to Heather, then turns back to me. "Heather's body thinks it's pregnant. It's not allowing me to reverse you from her body." "Why?" I ask. "The birth control pill tricks a woman's body into believing that it's already pregnant, to prevent it from presenting circumstances that would allow for it to actually become so." "So I should stop taking the pill and come back when?" "Although stopping the pill today could allow you to become pregnant tomorrow, it might be a week or two before we can try again." "So, I should stop taking the pill now, and hope that I don't get pregnant by next week?" "As long as you aren't menustrating." "Why?" "That body will not release your soul if it is menustrating." Great! It's going to be all but impossible to avoid having sex. And I know Steve wants to get me... Heather pregnant. "What if I just keep taking the pill?" I ask. "Then you will remain stuck in Heather's body until you stop. And the longer you continue to take the pill, the longer it will be between your stopping and our ability to remove you from that shell." So, I can be Heather for another week... or two, and pray I don't get knocked-up or I can just become Heather forever. Yeah, not happening. Then another thought hits me, "What's up with the four-years vs childbirth thing?" "If you should become pregnant, you automatically get locked into your body for 40 months - one month for every week of a normal pregnancy. Should your pregnancy be terminated for whatever reason, you must still inhabit that female body for one month for every week that you would have been pregnant." Maria continued, "If you give birth to a child, your body and soul become joined forever. If you should bear a child, you will always be a woman... a mother." Before I could ask, she offered "It is because it is the combination of two separate spells, that two penalties are in place." I took a few more minutes to take all of this new information in. We then left for home. We were silent most of the way home. For me this news was bittersweet, I had to be Heather for another week or two... but I got to be with Steve. This made me feel butterflies in my stomach. When we got to my Sherry and Joe's place, my heart stopped. Steve was waiting by my car. Oh shit! The fear welled up inside of me, and I fought to push it back down. When we got out of the car, Sherry and Joe walked with me to my car. Steve got out with a dozen roses. "Happy anniversary, Sweetie!" Steve says as he hands the roses to me. I'm speechless, giddy, giggly, teary-eyed. Oh my gosh! This is our third anniversary - my Heather-mind finally told me. Pleasant memories of the past three years flooded my head and then focused on Steve and Heather's first few dates, and when he officially asked me... Heather out. I smiled as I took the roses from him. He was dressed to the nines and looked at Sherry and Joe when he asked if I'd be able to change in their apartment. He brought out a garmet bag from his car and we all went up to Sherry and Joe's place where I could get changed into something a bit more formal. I slid out of my clothes and blushed at the lingerie he had brought for me to wear. He is definitely getting a piece tonight, I thought naughtily. I slid into the lacy underthings before slipping into the burgandy coctail dress that he had brought. Naturally, he chose the wrong stockings and shoes for this dress. Sherry quickly fixed that issue by loaning me a pair of pantyhose and some nearly-matching burgandy heels. We came out of Sherry's bedroom, I was grinning from ear to ear. I twirled for the guys as they stood up to welcome us back. I was playing the part of Heather so well, that I almost forgot that the real Heather was stuck in my body, while I got to enjoy her moment. That thought made me sad. Then he.. she... Heather as me, forced a smile and motioned to Steve. I quickly realized that I was staring at my old body and truned on my grin and looked at Steve, trying to recall Heather's longing for him. If Steve had noticed something amiss, he didn't show it. So I endeavored to imerse myself completely in Heather-mode all night, just to be sure. We headed out to dinner and a play that the local drama organization was putting on. The meal was wonderful, and dessert was almost better than sex. The night was just like we had done three years ago. I was so touched by his surprise that I was floating all night long. Like I said, he remember all the little details. Somewhere during the love-making, I slipped out of Heather-mode... but I was so into the experience that I didn't care. I just kept on going and going. In between love-making sessions I pondered over the experience as a guy vs. a girl. I loved the way this body was so completely involved in the experience... as if my whole body was being washed-over vs. the power and pointedness (no pun intended) of being a man. I loved that this body was always ready to go once it got started, but also hated it, especially when the guy had to have some down-time. By the time he was ready to go again, sometimes I wasn't, and my body had to be coaxed back into the game. I knew that this would be the last time I could safely have sex without getting pregnant, so I tried to enjoy it as much as I could. But more importantly, I'd hoped to wear him out so he wouldn't bother me with it for the next week or two (Hey, a guy can hope). ~~~~~ A few days after I stopped taking the pill, my period started. No PMS, no major cramping. Just a little weirdness and wetness. I thought I'd be bleeding massively, but I realized through Heather-mind that it would just start off slow like last time and build up a then back off again. There wasn't going to be much blood, I just needed to keep up the hygeine and not let things go too long before taking care of them. My last period was dealt with using pads. After the rape, I just didn't want to bother with putting anything up there. This time. It was kinda' weird. I was a little selfish, so I let Heather-mind take over... but not completely. I wanted to know what it was like to use a tampon. After the initial insertion... it almost went unnoticed. I kept forgetting about it most of the time. Usually when I had a cramp or had to use the restroom is the only time I was reminded of it. During this period I got initiated into another womens' circle. Steve was horny, I was not. I could tell he wasn't going to bother me about it - he realized I was having my period. Still, I really felt for the guy. I knew what it felt like to be with a girl and want to get laid. So I slipped my hand down his boxers and started stroking him gently. I looked him in the eyes and he had that sort of concerned about me, but wanting it badly look in his eye. After he firmed up I swallowed my pride and tried to put myself into Heather-mode. But it was nothing doing. I tried again, and nothing. I looked into Steve's eyes and he wanted it bad. I could tell right then that I had made a terrible mistake. Heather had NEVER gone down on Steve. She had considered it a few times, but he usually told her 'no'. Tonight though, his body was saying 'yes'. I mustered up my courage, knowing that I'd already gone too far to stop. I dropped my head into his lap and used my tongue to lick his hard shaft. I could smell his strong musk, and taste his salty goodness. I tried to remember what I liked as I continued to stroke and lick his erection. Eventually I licked my lips and wrapped them around his cock. It was huge and I had to open wide, my jaw still sore from my beating a few weeks back. I kept having problems getting it to go as deep into my throat as I wanted, I tried to relax and got a bit more distance, but I was still gagging if it went too far. I'll have to work on that. I kept working him, my jaw getting sore from the effort. Finally, I could feel him tensing up as his cadences slowed. This was it, thank God, he was finally going to cum. I could feel his hands starting to control the movement of my head. I realized what he was doing. But I did NOT want to swallow his spunk. I wanted to voice my opposition to his desire, but my mouth was otherwise occupied as was his mind. He kept driving into me to my gag point and sometime a little past. I was making weird noises as his meat kept cycling in and out of my mouth. Finally he tensed and pushed deep. I tried to say "Stop!" but his penis made it past my gag point and I felt the first splash of his spunk tickle my throat. He pulled out and tried to shove it back in, but I gagged as he hit that point of my throat - he squirted anyway, and I got to taste his salty, sticky mess. I apparently couldn't spit it all out, as my gagging had shown me, and I couldn't swallow it all down either... it was a sticky nastiness that I wish I hadn't expereienced. At least, I had satisfied Steve's needs for the moment. This period only lasted about three days. I was lucky there. Or so I thought. After I was sure I was done menustrating, I called Sherry and left a message to have her set up a time to go see Maria with Joe. Then I stepped out to go get some groceries. If I had time, I was going to make Steve his favorite dish before I left him. A little token of my appreciation. If I didn't, then Heather could make it for him. When I got home, Steve was already home. I walked up to him and gave him a kiss which he was cold to. I looked at him to figure out what was wrong, and I saw rage in his eyes. My eyes grew wide with terror, I didn't know what was wrong, but I know that rage was about to be directed at me. "What's going on... Joe?" Steve hissed at me. "What?" I asked as Steve pushed me up against the wall. "Did you like sucking my dick, bitch?" He asked as he grabbed me by the throat. "I'll bet you're probably hot and ready to get fucked right now, aren't you?" I didn't know what to say, how the hell did he know who I was? He reached between my legs and I was trembling with fear. He stroked my pussy and gasped. "Oh, you're already hot for me." He declared. And I had been just minutes before. "I saw the way you were looking at me while I waited for Heather to change the other day." "Wait, Steve!" I cried. He slapped me across the mouth. "You're a bitch now! You will speak only when I tell you can!" He commanded. "Please!" I cried. He slapped me again. This time I could taste the blood. He pushed my head back and tried to kiss me. I resisted. He backhanded me, I fell to the ground. He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to the bedroom. He pushed up my dress and yanked down my panties. "This is what you want, isn't it! You want me to fuck you!" he declared more than asked. Dear lord, I did want him to fuck me, just not like this. "No!" I cried. He responeded by pushing my head into the pillow. "You want to be my bitch, then you're going to be my bitch!" I heard his zipper and felt him move as his hand continued to push my head into the pillow. It was getting hard to breath. "I can't breath!" I tried to scream. "Deal with it bitch!" But I felt him move his hold and I could once again breath. As I caught my breath, I felt him move against me.. then inside of me. Oh God. He was fucking me. He knew who I was and he was fucking me! I started to cry as he had his way with me. Then I felt his cadence change and I knew what was coming. He grunted as he squirted his seed deep within me. He laughed as he slid out of me and rolled off of me. "Now make me some supper... Bitch!" I climbed out of bed and pulled my panties up. The man I hated and then loved, had just betrayed me. And now I was going to make him supper as if nothing had happened. "By the way, that hot bitch friend of yours, Sherry called. Something about Maria." Then he continued, "I'm not sure I'm going to let you go. You suck a mean dick. I might have to keep you around." I was despondant throughout supper. Just going through the motions, as if I was on some auto-pilot. "What happened to that peppy demeanor of yours?" He asked, then laughed. "I guess the joke's on you." That night as we got ready for bed, his curiosity got the better of him. "So what's the dealio? How did you even swap bodies with Heather?" I looked at him with trepidation, trying to gague where this was going. I didn't see any point to not telling him, and lying to him would likely put me where I didn't want to be. "Sherry's friend, Maria." "What about her, is she a witch or something?" "I don't know. I guess." "Your gay ass wanted me that bad, that you got her to swap you with Heather?" "No. I'm not gay, we just wanted Heather to see you through my eyes." "Why, what's with your eyes? Do you have 'special eyes'?" "No, but she needed to see us through eyes of someone who cared about her." "I care about her. Why did she need to see us, so she could get jealous?" "So she could see how you really treat her." "You aren't complaining." "And if I did?" "I'd beat your fat ass." I could see the look of recognition dawn on his face. "I only discipline her when she needs it." "Like the night you raped me?" "What?" "The night I was raped and taken to the hospital - tell me that wasn't you." "That was you?" "Yes." "How long have you been Heather?" "Don't change the subject. Was that you that beat and raped me?" I demanded. "I was drunk... and mad at you for not being home... and you looked so damn cute... and I'm sorry. I really am." he looked at me, "Why did you come back to our home after that if you thought I did that to you?" "Because to make Heather see the true you, I had to act like she would, think like she would... feel like she would. I was me, but forced to be the Heather everyone knew. I was forced to share her feelings for and thoughts about you. In every aspect short of my soul, I was Heather. Heather loved you, so I love you too." "You love me." he scoffed. Then he looked at me, considering my expressions. "You love me?" "I try to... I mean she tries to." I replied without thinking. He rolled over to me, his face inches from mine. "I love you, Baby. I'm sorry for all the problems I caused you." and he smiled. I smiled back. He moved closer. I closed my eyes prepared as his lips met mine. We kissed deeply, passionately. I came to my senses, and broke away. "What the hell!" I exclaimed. "Hey, you seemed up for it. Besides if I've got you thinking and acting and feeling like her, and doing things that's she's never done - why would I want the two of you to trade back?" "Because I'm not her. And deep down, I really don't like you man." "Ouch! You're just saying that to hurt me." "No, I'm saying that because you're an abusive... man." Why could I say 'ass' or 'prick' or anything besides 'man'? "I'm not that bad. Really. Most of the time I treat you like a queen, right?" "Yes, but... " Oh God, why was I struggling so hard to tell him what I want to tell him... what he needs to hear... I need to tell him... but I... I ... oh shit. I love him. No! Fight it! "but that doesn't make up for the abuse." phew. "So you were hoping what... that she'd see what an ass I am, and break up with me?" "Yes, something like that." "So is it working like you'd hoped?" "No. I got raped and beaten, I'll never be the same. Part of me hates you even more..." "Yeah, I get that, but I meant her." he interrupted. "No, until tonight we thought that we had your problem 'fixed'." "Really, so why are you still here?" Oh, shit! Think Joe, think. "My period." "I don't think that's all, you took too long for such a simple answer. You do want me don't you?" "Fuck you, Steve." I said curtly. "As you wish, princess." he said as he rolled on top of me and pinned me. "Tell me everything now, or I'm going to find some new ways to have fun with you." I writhed under him trying to break free as I felt him tugging my bottoms down. The last thing I need is him inseminating me anymore. I was starting to feel the tears welling up. "Tears aren't going to do you any good, missy." he then proceded to tickle me intensely. "Because I was on the pill." I blurted. Shit, why did do that? "Why? You know how much I want us to have kids." "Yes. I know. But I don't want to have kids." "Ah, come-on. You know it's lots of fun making them." "Yes, and Heather is looking forward to it. Now lets just go to sleep so that in a couple days you and Heather can get back to it." I hoped that was enough to shift the topic. It wasn't. Just before I fell asleep, he asked. "Why did the pill keep you from changing back?" I was too tired, and wasn't thinking when I answered him, "... made my body think... was pregnant... soul... stuck..." I woke when he rolled me on my back and got atop of me. "So, your soul is stuck in that body if you're pregnant?" He questioned. My eyes were wide now, as I tried futily to redirect his efforts. "You're so much more fun than she is. I'd love to keep you around just awhile longer." "No!" I demanded. I tried to think fast, but he already had my panties down. "If you get me pregnant, I have to deal with nine months of you... but you... you will have to go through the childbirth!" I lied. I hoped it was enough. "No shit!" "No shit." "Okay. But I'm still thinking about keep you around." ~~~~~ After I got Steve off for work I made an emergency call to Sherry's at work. I explained what had happened and she apologized for leaving such a detailed message on the machine. We decided that there was no time to waste and we set up a time that afternoon with Maria. I hoped that it would work this time. I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep from getting pregnant. That afternoon we sat around the table at Maria's, once again we tried the counter spell... once again it failed. I expressed my concerns to Maria who consulted with some of her old tomes before turning back to me and trying various chants and rituals. Suddenly her eyebrows rose in amazement. Then she checked another tome and tried another ritual. She took my hands as she said. "You are with child." I fainted. When I came to. I was fuming. Damn this body, Damn Steve and his horn- dog dick. Now I was stuck in this body... with Heather's life for the next... whatever, four-years. And if something didn't happen before the baby comes, It'll be me going through labor and dealing with Steve. I didn't know what to do, and my mind sorta' shut down. I don't remember the ride to my car, or the drive back home. I do remember thinking about what it'd be like to be with Steve for the rest of my life. Part of me hated these thoughts - part of me got warm and moist. I decided that I needed to break out of my morose attitude and decided that sex would be a most wonderful pick-me-up. I figured what the hell, it's not like I have to worry about getting pregnant now. I briefly considered getting an abortion, but Heather vetoed that idea, and then I had to deal with the fact that with Steve's libido and desire to have kids, I'd end up pregnant again before I could get out of this body. ~~~~~ Over the next few months I tried to be Heather as much as possible. I had been Heather so long that it was easy enough to do most of the time. My venom for Steve surfaced often. I was angry at him for what he had done to Heather, what he had done to me, the fact that he is the reason that I tried to help Heather in the first place, and the fact that I now am Heather. I knew that in order to survive, I needed to quash those thoughts (for now). On the opposite end, I had Heather's feelings for Steve and they contradicted with what I felt. I was torn between loving Steve while still hating him and hating him while feeling great love for him. I cried often and thought about different scenarios to end my relationship with him. With the conflicting thoughts about Steve, my baby's future, and the fact that without Steve I had nothing... no job, no home, no car, no medical insurance... The stress became overwhelming and I became withdrawn. Even the sex which had been fantastic had become just another task. It shouldn't have been a surprise when my lack of attention to my own health, and all the stress took its toll on the child growing within me. My doctor had warned me. It started as cramps and some bleeding. I knew this shouldn't be happening. I haven't had a period since before I was pregnant. I went to my ob/gyn and she rushed me in to the hospital for observation. It wasn't long after that that I miscarried. I was distraught. As much as I hadn't wanted the pregnancy, I was coming to terms with it. And now my baby was gone. It wasn't long after that I left Steve. I thank Joe and John and Mark for helping me move out, and giving Steve the stern warning to leave me alone. As much as I loved Steve, I hated him... and as great as the sex used to be, I deserved better all-around treatment. I stayed with Shelly and Mark for awhile, until I could find a job and a place of my own. I still talked to Joe (Heather) regularly to get her input on what jobs she was capable of holding on her own. Strangely enough, she got me a job with one of my own friends. It wasn't what I wanted to do, but it was something to do. In a way, I kind of missed being a housewife, though I was never really a wife. But this job had its rewards too. I think she and Sherry still felt guilty over this whole ordeal, because they invited me over often. Joe (Heather) even helped me pay my bills and got me a car. She said that she would pay me back when she returned to her own body. One night while I was visiting, my sister stopped by. Oh man, I missed my family. I didn't know how much until that moment. I visited with her as much as I could. After she left, I told Joe and Sherry how much I missed my family. Joe offered to take me "home" sometime so I could visit with them. I jumped up and hugged him and accepted his offer on the spot. After that Joe (Heather) and I spent alot of time together and we were pretty tuned-in to each other. Which I suppose can happen when one of you can be both of you. It didn't take too long for us to realize how much fun the other was, and that if we're stuck in each others' bodies for the next few years, that we could be worse off than dating ourselves. We hit things off quite well. And while it was interesting and perhaps a bit awkward, feeling your own body from the other side during sex isn't really that bad. Although he wasn't as good as Steve, Joe still knew how to make me feel good... he remembered just what this body wanted. Soon I quit the job and Joe and I moved in together. I questioned the sanity of both of those decisions, as if we were sure that we would be okay with it when we got back to our original bodies. Joe just smiled and said, "Who says we have to?" Since then, we've decided to go all- out. No condoms, no birth-control pills, no 'pulling-out'. Yeah, I'm trying to get pregnant again. And I aim to enjoy the full-ride this time.