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Trust and the Heart R. Douglas Ezell Part One I knocked on Mark's door. After a moment, Mark opened it. "Hey Greg," he greeted, "I'm glad you came." "Thanks," I replied, "it's been a while since we just hung out." "Want a drink?" Mark asked. "Coffee, tea, soda?" "Tea sounds great," I said. "Coming right up," Mark said as he left for the kitchen. I took a seat in the guest chair. On the end table next to me I noticed a silver ring. I picked it up and looked it over. It didn't have any stones or etchings. Despite this lack of ornamentation, I found the ring intriguing. I slid it on my right ring finger. It fit perfectly. "Here you go man." Mark handed me one of two glasses. "Thanks," I said as Mark sat down in his chair, "So, what did you want to do today?" "Actually," Mark began, "That's, um, a bit bizarre. I don't really know how to ask." "I knew you didn't just want to hang out. You already have something planned, don't you?" "Well," Mark said, "sort of. It's strange. I'd really like to do it, but I can't do it alone. If you don't want to, I understand. You're the only one I could think of asking." "Stop beating around the bush," I said. "What is it?" "Ever wonder what, you know, would be like as a woman?" Mark asked. "Yeah," I said. "I think everyone wonders about the other side of the fence." Then Mark asked, "If you could find out, would you?" "Yeah," I said, "As long as I didn't get stuck as a woman. I'm curious, but I'm happy living as a man. I couldn't imagine myself happy living as a woman." "Right," Mark said, "same here." "Where are you going with these questions?" I asked. "Well," Mark said, "I think I found a way to do it." "That's crazy," I said. "Hear me out," Mark said, "I got these rings." He held up his hand. He wore a simple gold band on his ring finger. "This gold one allows its wearer to change the body of whoever wears that silver one." He pointed at the silver one I wore. "Still crazy," I said. I then tried to take off the silver ring, but I couldn't. It didn't feel too tight or stuck. The ring simply wouldn't come off. "Can't take off the silver ring unless the gold ring's on your other hand," Mark informed me. "Then give me the gold ring," I said. "O.K.," Mark said. He took off the gold ring. Before handing it to me he said, "Just don't put the gold ring on the same finger as the silver ring." "Why not?" I asked. "What would happen?" "Anything could," Mark said. "Apparently the rings would disappear and anything could happen." "Anything?" I asked. "Anything," Mark said. "That's what I was told." "Alright," I said, "I won't put the rings on the same finger." Mark handed me the gold ring. I put it on my other ring finger. Then, to my surprise, I removed the silver ring easily. "That's weird," I said. "Right," Mark said, "that's the only trick you can do with the rings alone. That is, except for the same finger thing, which I was warned never to do." "In any case," Mark said, "I want to play with the rings. That requires a friend I can trust, and I don't trust anyone more than I trust you." "Thanks," I said, "I know you'd never screw me over either. Still, what was with all that talk about knowing what its like for a woman?" "Well," Mark began, "I want you to turn me into a woman and show me what it's like. Then, I'll turn you into a woman and show you what it's like. Might be too weird if you just did me. By taking turns, I think we'll keep the right balance." "Mark," I began, "I'm flattered, but I've never thought of you that way." "Never thought of you that way either Greg," Mark said, "But, the way these work, trust matters more than attraction. I could never trust any of the women I've dated with that sort of power. They'd screw me over in a heartbeat." "You have picked some winners," I teased. Then I asked. "You really think these rings work?" "Not entirely sure," Mark said, "I'd like to find out." "And if they do work," I said, "You want me to turn you into a woman and show you a good time, then you want to turn me into a woman and show me a good time." "Right," Mark said, "Its weird, but I'd like to try that." "You're right," I said. "That is weird." "If you don't want to, that's fine," Mark said, "I'ts a strange thing to ask. Couldn't think of anyone else I could ask." "I think I need to know if these rings work before I can answer," I said. "Right," Mark said, "I can understand that. How should we test them?" "Maybe we should start with some subtle positive changes." Mark said. "Yeah," I agreed, "I wouldn't mind a fitter body." Mark laughed. "Me neither." "Subtle though," I added. "A dramatic change might draw undo attention." "Right," Mark agreed. "Slight upgrades." "Yeah," I said. "We could even keep them if these rings actually work." "Change me first," Mark said. He picked up the silver ring from the coffee table and put it on. I put on the gold ring. I was half tempted to imagine some absurd change as a joke, but if these things really worked I didn't want to give Mark any ideas. Mark took off his shirt and pants so I could see what I was doing. He then stood in front of the TV in the living room. "Ready?" I asked. "Yes," Mark said, "upgrade me!" I looked at Mark's body and imagined it generally healthier, less flabby, more muscled. Once I fixed this in my mind, I willed it to the gold ring. I felt the gold ring grow warm. Then, before my eyes, I saw Mark's body change just as I had imagined it! "That's so cool!" I said. "Felt weird," Mark said. "Turn about," I said. "Let me check you out." "Right," Mark said. No one would think much of the changes if Mark had his clothes on. Anyone would notice the changes with his clothes off. "That's incredible," I said. "You should go check yourself out!" "O.K.," Mark said. Mark walked to his bathroom. "Wow!" I heard Mark say from the bathroom. "I'm buff!" I laughed. "Yeah." Mark walked back into the living room while doing some body builder poses. I shook my head at him. He just grinned. "Now do me," I said, handing Mark the gold ring. "Right," Mark said. He gave me the silver ring, and I put it on. I took off my shirt and pants and stood in front of his TV like Mark had. "Ready?" Mark asked. "Ready," I replied. I felt the silver ring grow warm. For a moment my body felt somewhat insubstantial, like a cloud of particles pulsating and it tingled. "That really is cool!" Mark said. I turned about to show him his handiwork. I didn't really feel any different. "Alright," I said, "I'm going to check myself out." "Right," Mark said. I walked in front of Mark's large bathroom mirror. "Wow!" I said, "Now I'm buff too!" I heard Mark laugh. Instead of the rather doughy body I was used to, I had the chiseled form of an athlete! I beheld my pecs and six pack in awe. I returned to the living room and put my clothes back on. Mark had already dressed. "I can still hardly believe it," I said. "I know, right!" Mark said. "Wow," I added. "So," Mark began, "would you want to, you know?" I thought for a moment. "I don't know," I said. "I am curious, I really am. I think you're right, we would have to do each other to keep our friendship balanced... but, sex has a way of changing friendships. We'd still be taking a risk." "Right," Mark said, "I know. I also know that no matter what happened, you wouldn't screw me over. I think you know I wouldn't screw you over either." "Of course," I said, "We've been friends a long time. I trust you." "Right," Mark said. "It could change things. We've been through a lot though. We can handle this." "You're right," I said, "Let's do this." "Really?" Mark said. "Really," I confirmed. "Great," he said, "Can't believe we're really going to do this." "Me neither," I said. "How do you want to do this?" "Well," Mark began, "just as I said. Turn me into a woman and we'd do it. Then I'd turn you into a woman and we'd do it." "I don't know," I said, "I think I'm worth at least a dinner and a movie." Mark laughed. "You'd want to go out in public as a woman?" "Yeah," I said, "I'm curious about more than just the sex." Mark shook his head. "You're freakier than I am." I laughed. "We should change each other into women and go buy a few things." Mark shook his head again. "Couldn't we just stay inside?" "It will only be awkward to start," I insisted. "Once we have clothes that fit, we'd just be a couple of girls shopping for a few outfits." "Right," Mark gave in, "I guess it wouldn't hurt to get the broader experience." "What sort of body would you want?" I asked. "I don't know," Mark said. "You'll be the one making love to it." I laughed. "You just want to be free to turn me into your wet dream." Mark's cheeks flushed a bit and he grinned. "Alright," I said, "we both get to turn each other into our dream girl." Mark laughed. "Agreed," as though it had been my idea. I shook my head. "Well, I guess we should fix in our mind what we want to change each other into now, while we're still both men. How much can these rings influence?" "What do you mean?" Mark asked. "Well," I started, "since we'll turn each other into our dream girls, we'll find our female counterparts attractive. Yet, as women, what if we don't find ourselves attractive?" "That's a good point," Mark said, "When we change each other into women, we can imagine that the women find men, especially ourselves, attractive. Let's throw in sexual compatibility too." "Alright," I said, "let's just make sure when we change each other back into men that we restore sexual preference and compatibility." "Of course," Mark agreed. "Sounds like a plan," I said, then added, "You were right, this is really bizarre." "I know," Mark laughed. "Now take off your clothes." I laughed. "Give me a minute to fix in my mind what I'll turn you into first." "I guess I've had a head start on that," Mark said. "Alright," I said, "I got it." "Get out of your clothes so I can see what I'm doing!" Mark said. I laughed. "Alright, alright." I got undressed then stood in front of the TV. I was a bit nervous about what sort of body Mark would give me. "Ready," I said. I felt the silver ring grow warm and that strange insubstantial floaty sensation for a few moments. Also, Mark, the room, the furniture, everything grew larger. It seemed more like the world changed around me than it seemed like I changed. The sensation passed, and everything stopped growing. "That's..." The sound of my voice disconcerted me. I had a strange European accent. "Wow, my voice sounds different, and everything looks bigger than before." Yeah, I definitely had some sort of northern European accent. Swedish perhaps. I even spoke with a girly inflection. Looking at Mark, it's like I saw him with new eyes. I suppose I did. He looked cute. While it did annoy me slightly that he seemed to have ignored my words, I actually liked the way he stared at my chest. I looked down to see a large set of torpedo titties pushing out from my now much narrower chest. Breasts like these should sag, but these protruded out perkily daring gravity to make them droop. "Wow," I said, still not used to my northern European accent, "I knew you were a breast man, but I thought you had respect for the laws of physics." Mark laughed. "Fuck physics." I laughed, causing these breasts to bob about. "Mind turning about?" Mark asked. "Alright," I said. I actually enjoyed slowly turning around to show off this body. "Wow," Mark said, "just incredible." I felt myself blushing. This felt pretty intense. I decided to get to business. "You're turn," I said. "Don't you want to check yourself out first?" "No," I said, "I want to change you into my dream girl before I forget what she looks like." Mark shook his head. "Right." He handed me the gold ring and started stripping. I handed him the silver ring. We changed places, and he put the silver ring on. I felt the gold ring grow warm as I sent the image of my dream girl through it. I watched as Mark shrank a foot, took on incredibly slender and delicate Asian features, grew long flowing black hair, and blinked with gorgeous green eyes. I could appreciate the beauty of Mark's new body, but part of me wanted to change him back to his enhanced male shape. With a slightly Asian accent, Mark said, "Why did-" I imagine Mark stumbled over her new accent like I had. "Why did everything get bigger?" "I think it's like when you visit an old elementary school, but in reverse. We both made each other shorter." Mark giggled. "It's strange. It's more like the world changed, not me." "I know, right!" I said. Mark looked down at her body. "Aw," she said, "I was hoping for bigger boobs than these." "What are you complaining about?" I asked. "Your boobs are about the size of cantaloupe. That's more than large enough." While the shape of Mark's breasts were suggestive of orbs about the size of cantaloupe, they weren't nearly that large. I wasn't a great judge of such things, but I figured them as a solid B cup. "Could you make them a little bigger?" Mark asked. "Alright," I said. I watched as Mark's breasts filled out to what I guessed to be a solid C cup. Not too big for my tastes, even if it pushed them. "That better?" I asked. "O.K.," Mark said, "these will do. Now I'm going to go check this out. Somehow I knew you'd make me Asian." Mark made his way to the bathroom. I followed partially, then went to his bedroom. I looked through his dressers to find two pairs of sweats and two tees. Wearing anything else with our new figures would prove a lost cause. I put on a pair of sweats, and one of the tees. While most of the shirt fit like a tent, my bosom practically it out. I carried the other tee and sweats to Mark in the bathroom. "I think these are about all that will fit us. Shoes will be an issue." "Thanks," Mark said. "You know, I think you have good taste. I'm stunning. Maybe not sexy, but stunning." "I think imagining we would find men attractive worked. Look at me." Mark looked at me. After a moment he said, "Take off the shirt." I complied. I even stood on my tip toes a few times sending these boobs a bouncing. "You're right," Mark laughed, "you were a lot sexier when I was a man." I put the shirt back on and Mark got dressed himself. She didn't fill out her tee nearly as much as I filled out mine. I looked at myself in the mirror. Mark had made me a very stunning blonde with long wavy hair and ice blue eyes. Maybe my lips were too full, but I still looked nice. "Clothes are one thing, makeup is another," I said, "I wonder-" The gold ring grew warm. "Hey," Mark said, "what did you do?" "Take a look," I said. Mark looked in the mirror. "You gave me makeup!" Mark said, then wiped at it with his fingers. "It doesn't come off," he added. I thought this particularly impressive since I had made his eyeshadow understated and neutral, with flecks that shimmered. "I also pierced your ears and did your nails," I added. Mark looked at me. "Good idea, but you should have asked first." I thought about it. "You're right. These rings are powerful. We shouldn't get impulsive with them." I handed him the gold ring. "Here, do me." We exchanged rings and he did my nails and makeup. I looked myself over. He also gave me a basic natural look. "I think you did I good job," I said, "I look pretty." "You did a god job too," Mark said. "I'm getting hungry," I said. "Let's go buy some outfits, then get some lunch." "Right," Mark said, "I could eat too. I'll drive." "Just be careful," I said, "neither of us exactly go with our drivers licenses right now." * * * Shopping started awkward, especially before we had shoes that fit. We picked up cash at our ATMs, drove to a mall, then immediately bought socks and sneakers. After that we went to a department store. It took a while to figure out our underwear sizes, but with some time we managed. I especially appreciated the support a bra gave me. I also like the way it made my bosom less pointed and more rounded. Growing hungry, we quickly selected outfits from displays. Mark selected a simple white blouse and blue jean outfit with a jacket whose bottom rode quite high. I opted for a mid length black skirt with a low cut red blouse. It was a bit more daring than I was going to go for, but Mark convinced me I would look great in it. We paid for our outfits and wore them out to the food court. By that time we were famished. Both of us ended up ordering a lot of food. Finally, we both sat down at a table situated away from the main aisles. "That took forever," Mark said, "so hungry." I was too busy eating to reply just then. Mark took the hint. Neither of us could finish all our food though. I found myself watching the men. I think I stared at one a bit too long. "Earth to Greg," Mark waved her hand in my face. "I'm here," I said, looking at Mark. "Zoning out?" Mark asked. "No," I said, "I think that attraction thing worked though. A lot of the guys here are cute." Mark laughed. "Noticed that too. Man, this is weird." "Also," I said, "it feels a bit strange calling you Mark." "You don't look like a Greg yourself," Mark agreed. "What do you want your woman name to be?" I asked. Mark lowered her brow in thought. "What about Markie?" I sighed, "Too cliche." "Marika?" Mark asked. "Sounds Japanese," I said, "but for all we know you might be calling yourself toilet." Mark frowned and thought some more. "Kelly, I always thought Kelly a cute name." "Alright Kelly," I held out my hand, "nice to meet you." Kelly giggled. I wasn't sure why Mark's male laugh seemed like a laugh, and Kelly's female laugh came across as a giggle to me. That's just the way it was. "What should I call you?" Kelly asked. Great, now I had to come up with a name. I thought for a few moments and took a drink. "Gregina," I joked. Kelly giggled. "Get serious." "I'm trying," I said. Names can be difficult. I started running female names through my head alphabetically: Abby, Abigail, Amy, Anne, Barbara... "Beth," I said. Kelly looked at me for a bit. "I don't really think Beth fits you." "Hmm," I said. I then continued: Brenda, Camille, Cammy... "Candice?" "You're just doing this alphabetically, aren't you?" Kelly giggled. "Yeah," I admitted. "Candice is nice though," Kelly said. "Yeah," she continued, "I think Candice suits you." "Thanks," I said. "Hi Kelly, I'm Candice," I said, holding out my hand again. Kelly shook my hand again. "Hey Candice, nice to meet you." I laughed, and Kelly giggled. I wanted to pick up a few more outfits, and insisted that Kelly do the same. We also picked up some cheap jewelry, purses, a bit more underwear, and some shoes to go with our outfits. * * * As we entered Kelly's house she said, "I'm glad that's over with!" "Me too," I agreed, then added. "It wasn't that bad though. It was sort of interesting going out in a different body. Too bad women don't turn their heads at our male selves like men turned their heads at us!" Kelly giggled. "That was an experience." "Plus," I said, "now we have enough women's stuff to at least play around a little." "Right," Kelly said, "before we got shoes that fit, talk about awkward!" I laughed. "Yeah, I'm definitely glad I won't have to do that again." "So," Kelly asked, "still want to be the man first, or do you want Mark to go first?" "Either way," I said, "you can be the man first if you want to." "No," Kelly said, "I'll let you have to undress and dress again as a woman." "Jerk," I teased. Kelly giggled. "Undress if you don't want to ruin your new outfit." As I undressed I said, "When you invited me to hang out with you today, I had no idea I would take my clothes off this often." Nude, once again, I stood in front of Kelly's TV and said, "Ready." I felt that sensation of change come and go, but this time everything seemed to shrink to normal size as I grew to my male height. "I'm Greg again!" I said triumphantly. I looked at Kelly, who was looking at me. I found the difference amazing. As Candice, I thought Kelly looked pretty, beautiful even. As Greg, Kelly was knock dead gorgeous. I found her Asian features and those green eyes stunning. "Whoa," I said, "you are hot!" Kelly blushed and smiled as she looked up at me. She giggled in the cutest way then said, "Looks like you are ready to go." I looked down to see I had gotten a chubby. I laughed, "You know these things, they have a mind of their own." Kelly giggled, stood up, then eyed me over again. "That attraction thing we did definitely worked. Man this is weird." "Did we overdo it?" I asked. "Maybe," Kelly giggled. "But, I don't mind." Then she wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. Wow, what a kiss. After a few moments she broke away. "Put your clothes on, or I'll have to jump you right now." I felt my cock stiffen even more at that suggestion, but I decided I wanted to spend some more time with Kelly before getting to that. I put my clothes on. I'm not sure, but Kelly seemed a bit disappointed. "Actually," Kelly said, "if we are going to go out on a date, go home, make plans, and dress for the occasion." I smiled. "You want the full experience now, is that it?" "Right," she giggled, "the least you can do." "Alright," I said. "I'll be back in two hours." "I'll be waiting," she said. I made sure I had everything, then Kelly said, "Oh, take Candice's stuff with you. When it's Mark's turn he can pick you up at your place." "Good thinking," I said. I collected Candice's bags. Then Kelly walked me to the door. I leaned down for a goodbye kiss, but Kelly turned her head. "No kissing till our date." "Yeah," I said, "I'll pick you up in two hours." With that I left. On the drive home I found it hard not to think about Kelly. Not even the fantastic events of the day could keep my thoughts from wandering back to her. This was really bizarre, but if it's a date she wants, it's a date she's going to get! I got home, put Candice's things away, then started making preparations. * * * Two hours later I walked up to Kelly's door. I was dressed in my best dress shoes, slacks, and a stylish button down shirt. I had considered a tie, but decided that would be too formal. The most formal thing Kelly had to wear was a mid length black skirt Candice had to talk her into buying. I did stop and buy a red rose. Kelly opened the door. "Hey Greg, I'm glad you came." She wore that black skirt and a low cut teal top that made her eyes really pop. She was stunning. "This is for you," I said handing Kelly the rose. Kelly blushed. "Thank you, let me go put this in some water." Kelly went to the kitchen and put the rose in a glass with some water. I stood there and watched her. I couldn't help but be impressed by the way she looked, the way she moved. "You're amazing," I said. Kelly walked up close to me, grabbed the seam of my shirt. "You clean up well." She then sniffed. "And smell great." I had put on some cologne. I said, "I thought we'd go see Shakespeare in the park, then grab some dinner." "I always wanted to do that," Kelly said, "I never managed to get around to it." "Same here," I laughed. "We should have just enough time to get there." "Oh," Kelly said handing me the gold ring. "Before we go, I'd like you to change my makeup." "Sure," I said. We exchanged rings, then Kelly showed me a picture on her laptop of how she wanted her makeup to look. I made the changes. "Wow," I said, "that was a good idea. I didn't know it was possible, but you look even better now." Kelly blushed. "Thanks." Kelly grabbed her purse. I drove us to the park. A crowd had already seated about an open air stage. We found a place to sit on the wood bleachers in front of the stage. Then we enjoyed a performance of Macbeth. Half way through, Kelly grabbed my arm and draped it over her shoulders, then snuggled in close to me. I snuggled her back. When we got to the car Kelly said, "Not exactly the most romantic of Shakespeare's works." I laughed. "What do you expect with only two hours notice. You'll have to take what you can get." Kelly giggled. "So, what's next?" "Something else I always wanted to do, but never managed to do," I replied. "What?" Kelly asked. "A dinner cruise," I answered. "Wow," Kelly said. "Going all out, aren't you." "I thought I'd try to set a high bar," I joked. Kelly giggled. "Bastard, I'm going to have to come up with something really nice." I drove us to the river where we boarded the dinner boat. The cruise was pleasant, and the food was good. Kelly and I finally took the time to catch up. Kelly told me what Mark had been up to for the past few weeks with work and such, and I told Kelly what I had been up to. It very much resembled what Mark and I would have talked about over dinner, but since Mark was Kelly, it definitely didn't feel the same. After eating we stood at a rail of the deck holding hands watching the sun set. She'd occasionally look at me. I'd occasionally look at her. I felt a bit scared of what was happening. I considered Mark a close friend. With that close friend packaged as Kelly, I don't know. Then Kelly kissed me, and I did know. I drove Kelly to my place mostly in silence. It didn't feel like an awkward silence though. I simply enjoyed being close to her. That had me a bit worried, but I tried not to think about that. I knew what we had agreed to. Sure, this might change my friendship with Mark, but it wouldn't destroy it. Besides, it would be Candice's and Mark's turn next. It might be fun to continue taking turns like this for a while. As we entered my house, I asked, "Would you like something to drink? I have some wine." Kelly just put her hands around my neck, and kissed me. I kissed back. It didn't take long for us to make our way to my bed without our clothes. I simply did what came naturally. We passionately explored each others bodies and made love. I managed to contain myself long enough to wait for Kelly to spasm in orgasm before it felt like the whole of my being exploded into her. Afterwords, I just held her, and she held me back. "Wow," Kelly finally said. "That was incredible." Then, without thinking, I said what came naturally. "I think I'm in love with you." "What?!" Kelly said. "You think you love me?!" Kelly removed herself from my embrace and sat up. How stupid could I be? "I'm sorry," I pleaded. "I didn't mean it," I did. "I..." "You should change me back now," Kelly said. Those words cut me. They cut me deep. Still. "You're right," I said. "I'm sorry. I tried not to let it get to me, but it did." Kelly stood up in front of me. I looked up at her stunning eyes. After a moment her brow furled in the most adorable way. "Well?" "Sorry," I said. "Give me a minute." "Right," Kelly said. "But just one." I looked up at her one more time, tried to drink in as much of that image as I could, then closed my eyes. I struggled to bring Mark's enhanced body to my mind. It took a bit. Still, I managed to do it. I also remembered to restore his sexual tastes and compatibility to normal. Then, I willed that through the ring without looking up. "That's better," I heard Mark say. "I'm sorry," I said again. "I..." "It's O.K.," Mark said. "I'm not mad at you." I looked at Mark as he sat down next to me. Mark continued. "I'm mad at myself." "Yourself?!" I asked. "Why in the world would you be mad at yourself?" Mark sighed. "I feel the same way." "What?" I asked. "I needed you to change me back while a part of me still wanted to," Mark explained. "Oh," I said. "I still feel sorry," I added. "But that does make me feel like less of an ass. Thanks for telling me." "Maybe this was a bad idea," Mark said. "If you don't want to go through with it, I won't blame you." "No," I said. "I told you I'd do it, and I will. Besides," I took off the gold ring and handed it to Mark, "I want to." "You're sure?" Mark asked. "Yeah," I replied. Mark took the gold ring, then handed me the silver ring. "In fact," I added, "do it now and leave. You can borrow my car tonight. I won't need it. I don't want to see your face while I'm Candice until you pick me up for our date." "You'll be stuck here without a car as Candice. You're sure?" Mark asked. "Yes," I said. "It will just be one day," closing my eyes. "Just do it." "O.K.," Mark said. I felt the silver ring grow warm and that floaty sensation of change come and go. Then I heard Mark walk away. Just outside my room he stopped. "Make sure it worked right. I decided I don't want to see Candice till our date either." "Alright," I said with Candice's northern European accent. I inspected myself with my hands and eyes. "I'm good," I assured Mark. "Goodnight," he said. "Goodnight," I replied. Then he walked away. I threw myself back on my bed with a sigh. I certainly never expected anything like this when I woke up this morning! I was all mixed up. I sat back up. I got up, put on some panties, some sweats, and a tee. Then I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a wine glass and that wine bottle. * * * When I woke up, I thought yesterday may have been a dream. When I got up, my breasts assured me that yesterday actually happened. I thought about Mark/Kelly and smiled. We hadn't exactly parted on the best of terms last night. I hoped he was alright. I picked up my cell phone, and nearly called him. Then I laughed. Never call a girl the next day. I put on the bra I wore yesterday for the extra support. I ate a bowl of cereal. I then busied myself with laundry and other chores I had planned to catch up on today. I did find performing these tasks with this body a bit disconcerting. My reduced body strength and height forced me to modify the way I worked. While I found this interesting, I couldn't help myself from looking forward to returning to my normal body. I think the tedium and exertion helped me work through my feelings about yesterday. I discovered my feelings for Kelly were inseparable from my feelings for Mark. In my mind, they were the same person. Well, they were the same person! I hadn't just fallen for Kelly. I had fallen for Mark too. I wondered if Mark felt the same way. I hoped Mark felt the same way. I finished taking care of my laundry and the interior of my house. I decided not to mow the lawn. A bit sweaty, I already felt well exerted. I also didn't want the neighbors to wonder why some woman mowed my lawn. I had some soup and crackers for lunch, then took a shower. Showering as a woman proved a bit awkward. The main difficulty proved to be my hair. As a guy who had always worn his hair short, I was accustomed to basically scrubbing my hair between my hands and scalp with some shampoo. I had way too much hair for that. Attempting that might tangle the hair into knots. I ended up working shampoo through different parts of my hair in stages. It took me much longer than I would have usually taken. Of course, the boobs and the genitalia were a bit odd for me too; but, those were easy in comparison to the hair. Drying the hair also gave me some trouble. As for fixing the hair... forget it. I combed out a ton of tangles. Then, I could have spent hours getting my hair to lay in a way that I liked. I gave that up after about fifteen minutes. I couldn't help but wonder how Kelly had managed to get her hair looking so nice for our date yesterday. Maybe it was easier to work with straight thick hair than thin curly hair? Looking through the clothes I had bought for Candice, I wished I had gotten something a bit nicer for my date with Mark. I didn't want to wear the black skirt and red blouse again, even if it seemed the best option for a date. Black pants and a blouse didn't seem like a good date outfit. That left me with a simple blue floral print sun dress, which seemed more appropriate for church or a picnic than a date. It would have to do. After dressing, I looked at myself in my bathroom mirror. My hair was a wreck! I thought it might get better after it dried some, but it had only gotten worse. I tried again, but I couldn't do anything with it. This gave me a whole new appreciation for what women go through. This female body might be nice to visit, but I wouldn't want to live in it full time. I couldn't settle for this appearance on the date with Mark. Every time I thought about Mark, I found myself smiling. I really wanted to make an impression. I called a cab to take me to the mall. I set up an appointment at a salon. I would have to wait for a bit. That gave me time to get a sexy black dress, some perfume, and even some lingerie. Fortunately, Mark had left my face unadorned. The salon took care of my makeup, my hair, and my nails. Impressed with the results, I tipped well. On the cab ride home I looked forward to seeing Mark's reaction to me. With this hair, this makeup, and this dress I really expected to wow him. I returned home at about five in the afternoon. I went ahead and put on my new dress and made sure I was ready for my date. Then I turned on my laptop, checked my email and regular sites, and watched some videos. I couldn't really get into any of that though. I kept thinking about Mark. I really looked forward to seeing him again. A few hours later I had grown hungry and a bit concerned. I didn't know what Mark had planned, but it was after seven. Finally, I heard a car pull into my drive way. I got up, smoothed out my dress, and prepared to answer the door. I heard a knock on the door. My heart raced. I smoothed out my dress again, fluffed my hair, smiled, then opened the door. "Hi Mark," I said. Mark stood on my porch dressed rather disheveled with his head down. "Mark?" I asked. "I'm sorry Greg," Mark said. "I can't do this." I felt my heart sink. While I found myself disappointed, I found myself more worried and sorry for Mark. "Come in," I said. "Let me get you something to drink." "That's O.K.," Mark said as he entered my house. "I'm not thirsty." I noticed Mark deliberately trying not to look at me. "Are you alright?" I asked. "It just got too weird for me," Mark said. "I just wanted to see what it would be like. I never expected, I never wanted to fall in love with you." "It's alright," I said. "It's not alright!" Mark said. "I want what we had last night again. I can't get it out of my mind. For a straight guy like me, that's just wrong! This needs to stop." "Mark," I said. "There is no Greg or Candice. There's just me. I didn't expect to fall in love with you either, but I did. I didn't fall in love with just Kelly. I fell in love with you. Maybe once you've had your turn as Mark with Candice you'll understand. At least give it that much." "No," Mark said. "You don't know what it's like. No man should know what it's like. Now that I do, I can't do that to you. This is for your own good!" "We had an understanding," I said. "I trusted you to live up to your end of it. Now that you're scared, you're just going to go back on your word?!" "Sorry," Mark said. "I just can't." I tried to move in and kiss Mark. Maybe that would get through to him. He pushed me away. At that moment I felt the silver ring grow warm. "Oh no you don't!" I said, but it was too late. That insubstantial feeling passed and the world had returned to its usual size. "Sorry," Mark said taking off the gold ring and dropping it to the floor. "Maybe you can handle these rings. I just can't." Then he turned to leave. I had to kick off my now ruined pumps. My ripped dress received even more damage as bent over to pick up the gold ring. I called after Mark, "Stop!" He ignored me. I ran past him and stood in front of him. "Stop!" I said. "This can't end just like that." I held the gold ring over the same finger that wore the silver ring. "No!" That got his attention. "You can't know what will happen!" "Then take me out on our date!" I demanded. Panic filled Mark's face. He lurched at me and grabbed my arms. I didn't let that stop me though. Despite his attempt to stop me, I put on the gold ring. * * * When I woke up in my bed, I thought the weekend had been a dream. When I sat up, my breasts assured me that the weekend had actually happened. Wait, I shouldn't have breasts! I heard voices from my living room. I got up, and walked into the hall. I heard Mark's voice. "When I came to, you were all out. The rings were gone." I stopped when I heard Kelly's voice. "We're stuck?" Mark was talking to Kelly? I had to be dreaming. I heard another voice say. "It will be alright. We'll think of something. We'll take care of you." I felt a chill, then realized that's my voice! "I know you will, Greg," Kelly said. I turned the corner to the living room. Mark sat in the guest chair. On the loveseat, Kelly leaned in to hug... me?! Mark got to his feet. He then turned towards the hall. Noticing me, he froze. "I'm dreaming, right?" I asked Mark. Mark just stared back. Kelly and the me over there stopped hugging as tightly to turn their heads towards me. Kelly stood up. "Candice, I'm so glad you're up. I was starting to worry about you." "How can that be me over there?" I asked. "I'm me, and I'm over here." The me that was over there had gotten to his feet. He said, "I think you better sit down, Candice." "Stop calling me Candice! I don't want to sit down! I want to wake up!" Kelly walked towards me and said. "We're not dreaming." The me that was over there turned to Mark. "Say something." Mark just stared at me. I could see the panic in his eyes. Mark couldn't love me. He feared me. "This can't be real," I said pacing back and forth holding my head. My heart raced. I couldn't process this. "I need to wake up!" Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized I wasn't waking up. Kelly embraced me as I fell into tears. Hysterically I cried. "Why aren't I waking up?" "It will be O.K.," Kelly tried to comfort me. "We'll think of something. They'll take care of us. Together, we'll get through this." Part Two I always wondered what sex is like for women. I never thought I could actually find out, but then my Uncle Duncan gave me a gold and a silver ring. If you wore the silver ring, you could not take it off unless you wore the gold ring on your other hand. The wearer of the gold ring could change the body of the wearer of the silver ring. It takes two. You can't change your own body, even if you wear both rings. It doesn't matter if you wear them on opposing hands or the same hand. I know, I tried. I didn't try putting the rings on the same finger. Uncle Duncan warned me that if you do that, the rings would disappear and anything could happen. Sure, a good thing could happen, but it was just as likely something horrible could happen, and you wouldn't even have the power of the rings to help cope with the consequences. Finally, I could indulge my curiosity. However, the way these rings worked naturally required great trust. The wearer of the gold ring gains unimaginable power over the wearer of the silver ring. Still, I really wanted to find out what sex is like for a woman. I could think of only one person I trusted enough to try this with, my friend Greg. I invited Greg to hang out with me yesterday. I proposed that we could use the rings to take turns turning each other into our dream girls and showing them a good time. Greg wanted a fuller experience than just sex though. We would take each other on dates. Also, he thought we should try to imagine our female counterparts would find men, especially our dates, attractive and sexually compatible. We began by turning each other into our dream girls. I made Greg into a well endowed blonde with a Swedish accent. Greg made me into a green eyed Asian with the body of a gymnast. We went shopping for some outfits. While we were out, we even took up female names. I would be Kelly, and Greg would be Candice. After our shopping run, I changed Candice back to Greg so he could go home, plan for, and dress for, his date with me. Last night amazing. Greg took me to see Shakespeare in the Park followed by a dinner cruise. It was exciting and scary. As Kelly, I could really fall for Greg. Then he took me to his house where I finally learned what is was like for a woman. It was glorious! Afterward though, he said he thought he loved me. Considering the way I had grown to feel about him, that scared me. I had him change me back, then gave him a chance out of taking his turn. He said he wanted to take his turn. Indeed, he had me change him to Candice before I left in his car. As great as last night had been, today proved awful. I dreamed of Greg in ways that a straight guy like me should never dream of another guy. My sexual feelings towards Greg persisted throughout the day. It felt wrong and sickened me. This whole thing had been a bad idea. Now that I knew what it was like, I wished didn't. I couldn't put Greg through this. I needed to put on the brakes. I went to Greg's house and told him I couldn't go through with our date. He, as Candice, couldn't understand. I changed Candice back into Greg, dropped the gold ring on his floor, then walked out of his house. I had hoped Greg would be relieved when I let him off the hook. Instead, he actually wanted to go through with it. What a mess. From behind me Greg yelled. "Stop." Then Greg ran past me then stood before me. "Stop," Greg said. He looked ridiculous. The tatters of his black dress and what looked like silk lingerie barely hung onto his body. His nails were painted, and his face wore makeup that simply didn't look right on a guy. "This can't end just like that!" Greg said. Then he took the gold ring and threatened to put it on the same finger as the silver ring. "No!" I said. "You can't know what will happen!" Greg, tears in his eyes, said. "Then take me out on our date!" I couldn't. I tried to grab the rings out of Greg's hands. We struggled for a bit, but he finally managed to put both rings on the same finger. Next thing I knew, I was laying face down in grass. I felt a hand holding my forearm. I pulled my arm back. A voice said, "You're awake." "Right," I said getting up. I had Kelly's voice again! "Take it easy," the voice said. "This might be difficult for you." "What will?" I asked then looked to see me. The other me looked at me, then looked back to the ground. I looked down to see Greg on the ground. He still wore the tatters of a dress. Next to him laid a naked Candice. The other me picked up Candice then said. "Get some clothes on. Then help me carry in Greg." I looked down to see I had Kelly's body. Like Candice, I was nude. "Right," I said. I ran into Greg's house in front of the other me. In Greg's room I found some sweats and a tee, then put them on. The other me came in as I dressed, laying Candice on Greg's bed. "You O.K.," the other me asked. "Let's get Greg inside," I said. Having something to do proved a welcome distraction. "Right," the other me said. The other me grabbed Greg by the arms. I grabbed Greg by the legs. We then carried him to his living room's loveseat. I looked down at Greg for a while. It dawned on me that if I were just Kelly, and not Mark, the way I felt about Greg wasn't wrong. "You O.K.?" Mark asked me again. I hadn't really processed it all yet. However, deep down where it matters. "I am," I said. "I know it's crazy," I said, "but, I'm O.K." I knelt down on the floor and put my arm around Greg. "What about you?" I asked. "I'm," Mark began. After a pause he said, "I'm going to order pizza." Greg looked ridiculous in that makeup. I fetched some clothes and a warm washcloth to clean Greg up. Mark sat down in the guest chair. As I washed most of the makeup off of Greg, he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Hi there," Greg said. "Hey," I replied with a smile. Then Mark said, "You're a real idiot Greg." Greg turned to look at Mark, then looked back to me. I thought the confused look on his face adorable. Mark continued, "I told you not to put the rings on the same finger, but you did it anyway." Greg sat up. "These might fit you better," I told Greg. Greg took the clothes and started getting dressed. "What's going on?" he asked. Mark and I replied in unison. "Candice is asleep in your bed." "Candice?" Greg asked. "We're all here," Mark and I said. "The rings made us separate people." "Stop doing that," Greg said. "Sorry," Mark and I said in unison. We turned to each other and also said in unison. "This is really weird." I sat down on the loveseat next to Greg. Greg turned to Mark. "Mark, can you explain what's going on?" "When you put on the rings, it must have knocked us both out and turned us into both ourselves and our female counterparts. When I came to, you were all out. The rings were gone." "We're stuck," I said. Greg looked at me. "It will be alright, We'll think of something, We'll take care of you." "I know you will, Greg," I said. I leaned in to hug him. I was worried after what happened, he might feel differently about me. Yet, his first instinct was to comfort me! I was elated. "I'm dreaming, right?" came Candice's voice from the hallway. I turned to look at her. She looked at Mark, who had gotten to his feet. I got up. "Candice, I'm so glad you're up. I was starting to worry about you." She looked at Greg. "How can that be me over there. I'm me, and I'm over here." Greg said, "I think you should sit down, Candice." "Stop calling me Candice! I don't want to sit down! I want to wake up!" Candice was frantic. I walked over to Candice and said, "We're not dreaming." I heard Greg tell Mark, "Say something." Candice started pacing, shaking her head and holding it in her hands, "This can't be real," she insisted. "I need to wake up!" I grabbed Candice as she started to ball. She cried, "Why aren't I waking up?" I patted her back and told her. "It will be O.K., We'll think of something. They'll take care of us. Together, we'll get through this." She was inconsolable though. "Let's get her back to the bedroom," I heard Greg say from just behind me. He helped me walk her back to the bedroom. I held Candice and tried to comfort her as we sat on Greg's bed. Greg asked me. "Are you alright?" "Yes," I said. "I got this." Greg left. I couldn't tell what was said, but Greg and Mark were clearly arguing in the living room. Meanwhile, Candice simply balled. My shoulder collected a good dose of both tears and mucus. If it hadn't been for the way I felt about Greg, I imagined I might have reacted the same way. Well, maybe this was a bit much. I wondered if perhaps there were more to it. * * * Some time passed before Candice calmed down, not that I think she felt any better. She said. "I need to be alone right now." "You sure?" I asked. "Yes," she snapped back at me. "I don't want your pity. Get out of here!" Sheesh, I left. I could cut the tension in the living room with a knife. The argument seemed over, but unresolved. I noticed unopened pizza boxes on the coffee table. "Good," Mark said looking up at me. "I think Greg should drive us home." "I don't think it's such a good idea to leave Candice alone," I said. "She's really tore up." "I'll pay for a cab," Greg offered. "No," I said. "I'll stay here tonight. Who else could keep an eye on Candice while you're at work?" "Alright," Greg said. "I'll take you home Mark." "Fine," Mark said. "Actually," I spoke up. "Maybe I should drive the car back. Candice seems upset with me right now." "Alright," Greg said. "Just drive safe. You don't have a license." "I will," I replied. Mark grabbed a box of pizza and we left. Mark drove us home. Once we got on the expressway Mark said. "I really made a mess of things, didn't I?" I replied. "I thought we could use those rings to indulge our curiosity and keep things casual, too. Well, not, 'too'. We were the same person then." "Right," Mark said. "This is insane. It's got to be worse for you though." "I guess I haven't had much time to think about it," I said. "Sheesh, I'm actually going to have to learn to live as a woman." Mark said. "I can't believe Greg actually put both rings on the same finger after I told him what could happen." "Right," I agreed. "Now that was insane! I guess we're lucky nothing worse happened." "Right," Mark agreed, "we could have ended up dead, or worse. Who knows! I'm amazed you're taking it so well." I laughed. "It's actually liberating. We spent the whole day agonizing about our feelings for Greg. Now that I'm just Kelly and not you too, those feelings don't feel wrong anymore." "Right," Mark agreed. "I guess I'm almost jealous." "You know," I said. "Now that Candice is just Candice and not Greg..." "I don't know," Mark said. "It's still weird. In any case, if Greg is pissed at me I can't even imagine how little Candice thinks of me." "It was that bad, huh," I noted. "Right," Mark confirmed. I pulled up near my, no, Mark's, car. "Don't forget your pizza," I said. "Oh, and bring out my things?" "Right," Mark said. After Mark brought my things to the car, I drove back to Greg's house. I knocked on Greg's door. Greg opened it. "Thanks Kelly," he said. "I'm glad you'll be here for Candice tomorrow." "How's she doing?" I asked as we sat in the living room. "I took her some pizza. I don't think seeing me helps any. She wants to be alone." "I could go check on her," I offered. "Really!" Greg said in disbelief. He looked like he was about to say more, but he held it back. He shook his head then said. "No, that would be a bad idea." "I'm stuck as a woman too," I said. "I'm going to have to watch someone else live my life too. We're in the same boat!" Greg sighed. "You really don't get it, do you?" "Get what?" I asked. "I'm not going through this again," Greg shook his head. "Forget I said anything." "What is it?" I asked. "I love you," Greg said choking back tears. "and you rejected me." "Now that I'm just Kelly..." I started. "Why does that matter?" Greg asked. "I fell in love with you. Not just Kelly. You. You couldn't even give me a chance as Candice. I spent all day looking forward to my date with you. I even took a cab to the mall to get my hair and makeup done because I wanted to impress you. I was going to get to find out what it was like as a woman with someone I loved, with someone I thought loved me, and you rejected me!" It tore me up to see Greg like this. While he wasn't sobbing, tears had streamed down his cheeks. "I'm sorry Greg," I wanted to comfort him. "I love you too, but..." Greg interrupted me. "But it was wrong, No straight man should feel that way. You were protecting me. You were doing me a favor. You were doing what was best for our friendship. Bullshit!" I didn't know what to say. Greg had already went through this with Mark. That gave him an unfair advantage. Greg wiped his face off. "I fell in love with you and thought it was a good thing. You fell in love with me and got scared. You couldn't even look at me as Candice!" "I'm sorry Greg," I said. "I didn't realize how much that would hurt you." Greg sighed. "I know you can't help but feel the way you feel. Neither can I. What a mess." I moved in to hug Greg. Greg blocked me. "It's too soon. You broke my heart. I need some time." I backed off. "Sorry," I said. "I'm more worried about Candice." Greg said. "Her heart was broken as well. At least when I see you look at me, I see that you care. Did you see the way Mark looked at her tonight?" "I missed that," I said. "It's like he thought she were radioactive," Greg said. "I wish there were something I could do for her." "Right," I said, "me too." "I really didn't enjoy being a woman today," Greg said. "Every time I had to do something differently because of that body, I was glad I would be back in my own body soon. Maybe I gained some perspective on what its like to be a woman, but it also made me appreciate being a man more." "Right," I said. "I felt the same. It hasn't really sunk in yet. I'm never going to be Mark again." "It's hard for me to imagine what it's like for you and Candice," Greg said. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have put both rings on the same finger." "Right," I said. "You shouldn't have." "Hey," Greg said. "Don't forget this all started out as your idea!" "I know," I laughed. Greg was smiling. At least I knew we would be O.K. * * * When I woke up I tried to imagine the last few days had been a dream. The hair in my face didn't let me entertain that delusion for long. At least Greg's guest room was a nicer place to wake up than Greg's lawn. Curly blonde hair filled the bathroom garbage. I didn't know if that were a good or bad sign, but suspected the latter. I found Candice listening to TV and working on Greg's laptop in Greg's chair. I said, "Hey." "Hi," Candice said as she continued to do whatever she did. I grabbed a pizza box and sat down in the guest chair. "You're hair looks nice," I said. While it needed a bit of work, Candice did look cute with short hair. Candice laughed. "You should have seen me trying to tame my hair yesterday. I had to ride a cab to the mall to get it done. What did you do to get your hair looking so nice so early in the morning?" "Nothing," I admitted. "Bitch," Candice said. I laughed. "I'm glad you're feeling better today." Candice replied. "I wouldn't say I'm feeling better. I've just worked through the initial shock." "Right," I said. "I'm sorry I did this to you," Candice said. "Are you alright?" "Yes," I said. "Amazingly enough, I'm O.K. with things. I have no idea what I'm going to do, but I'll get through it." "Yeah," Candice said. "There's so many thing we have to learn. So many things we don't know. Like, will we get periods? Can we become pregnant?" "Shut up!" I said. "I don't even want to start thinking about that." "You'll have to," Candice said. "We're women now. We need to get working wardrobes, learn how to do our own hair and makeup, learn how to take care of these bodies, and who knows what else. I don't even know what we can do about identities. Full grown people don't usually just pop into existence. Will we have to live as illegal aliens? Can we get jobs? Will I want to date?" "Date?" I about choked out. "You're moving way too fast here. What about Mark?" Candice looked up from Greg's laptop and looked at me. "I think it's pretty obvious you and Mark fell in love with Greg, not me." "Hold on..." I started. "Can you honestly say I'm wrong?" Candice asked. I didn't know what to say. "It's alright," Candice interrupted me, a bit teary eyed. "Maybe I would have just fallen for Mark, and not you, if I had gone first. I got to experience Mark with your body. I could connect with both at the same time. You only experienced Greg with his body. Greg with this body never had a chance." Maybe she was right. I hadn't really thought of it like that. "I'm sorry," I said. "It's alright," Candice replied. "We're all adults. This rodeo might be unique, but it isn't our first." "Right," I said. Candice returned to working on the laptop. I ate a piece of pizza, then took a shower. The rest of the day didn't feel much different than old times hanging out with Greg. We never discussed clothes, hair, and makeup before, but we had never been in a position where we'd need to. * * * Later Candice cooked dinner in the kitchen. I used Greg's laptop in the living room trying to learn more about what I'd need to know as a woman. Finding useful info proved difficult. Strangely, videos of male to female transsexuals discussing various topics proved the most useful and accessible to me. The front door opened and Greg walked in carrying some bags. "Hi," Greg said. "Hey," I replied. Greg walked to the kitchen. "What smells so good?" "Baked chicken," Candice replied. I followed Greg into the kitchen. "I like the hair," Greg said. "Thanks," Candice replied. Just then I realized this was probably the first chance Greg and Candice had to really talk. They needed space to touch base. I shouldn't have followed Greg into the kitchen. "You didn't have to cook. I figured we would order in or go out," Greg said. "I needed to do something anyway," Candice replied. "Just don't get used to it." "Don't worry, I won't," Greg said putting the bags on a corner chair after seeing the table had been set. "I stopped by the drug store and bought a few things I thought you two might need." I looked in the bags. They contained various brands of women's shampoo, conditioner, deodorant, as well as travel grooming kits, toothbrushes, combs, brushes, and other toiletries. "Thanks," I said. "I'll sort these things out." I found a place for most of the items in the bathroom and put the rest in the guest room. I returned to my internet research in the living room for about fifteen minutes. Then Candice called. "Come and get it." A pan of chicken sat on pot holders on the counter. Mashed potatoes, corn, and green beans were in pots on the stove. Greg and Candice had already made their plates and sat down. I made a plate and joined them. "This is really good," I said after taking a few bites. "I didn't know you could cook like this." "Mom made sure I could take care of myself," Candice replied. "I actually like cooking for other people. Cooking for just me seems such a bother." "Have you heard from Mark?" I asked Greg. "Yeah," Greg said. "He called me at lunchtime. He said he'd try to stop by later. Apparently some new project at work is keeping him late." "We were hoping to seal a deal today," I explained. "I guess we, well, he did it. It's strange, I'm not going to be working on it." "Yeah," Candice turned to Greg. "I actually wished I were the one who got to go to work today." Greg laughed. "You were better off here. Quality control found bacteria in the latest batches. We had to shut down the line and scrub it down. Apparently someone forgot to clean out a nozzle between runs." "Ouch," Candice said. We ate for a bit. I found the way Greg and Candice talked with each other odd. Not twenty-four hours ago, they had been the same person. It all seemed so surreal. They even went at their food in the same way, mixing their corn with their mashed potatoes and such. If that weren't odd enough... "So Kelly," Greg and Candice said in unison. They looked at each other, shrugged, then looked back at me and continued. "Where did you get those rings anyway?" "Sheesh," I said. "That really is weird." "Sorry," they replied together. Greg continued. "You and Mark did it last night though." "Right," I said. "I guess we haven't been separate people long." "Yeah," Greg and Candice agreed. I laughed. Greg and Candice turned to each other. "Maybe you should..." Then they both laughed. "Alright, I'll..." then kept laughing. After I stopped laughing, I said. "Sorry Candice, I've talked to you all day. Mind letting Greg take the lead?" "Alright," Candice laughed. "Anyway," Greg said, "the rings." "Right," I said. "A few months ago I went to my Great Great Aunt Edith's funeral. Next to my Great Great Uncle Duncan, her husband, she was my oldest living relative. They were married just over a century!" "Wow," Greg and Candice said. "Sorry," Candice said. "I didn't know them well," I continued. "but they were the only living relatives I had on my Mom's side of the family. I thought I should be there. After the service, I offered to take Uncle Duncan to dinner. "At dinner, he gave me the rings and told me how they worked. I honestly didn't believe him. I figured time had taken its toll on his mind. I politely humored him anyhow. He told me he didn't want the rings anymore, but that he wanted to keep them in the family. I assured him I would take good care of them." "Wow," Greg said, "that makes me really feel like shit." "Anyway," I continued, "I put them on my closet shelf and forgot about them till a few weeks ago, when Uncle Duncan died." "Why didn't you tell me about any of this?" Greg asked. "You know I don't like talking about my family," I explained. "Yeah," Greg said. "Uncle Duncan had all his affairs in order," I continued. "A few caretakers and I were the only people at his funeral. He left them his money and me his house and stuff. "That got me to thinking about the rings. Edith and Duncan were both incredibly long lived and fit for their age." "You think they used the rings to do that?" Greg asked. "Now I do," I replied. "Then, I could only suspect. I dug the rings out of my closet and found that I couldn't take off the silver ring without putting the gold ring on the other hand. That really got me wondering about what Uncle Duncan told me. For a while, I considered what I could do if these rings worked like he said they did." Greg and Candice laughed. Then Greg said. "So, you decided to satisfy your curiosity about what sex is like for a woman." "Right," I could feel myself blush. "but who knows what all they used them for!" Candice looked a bit annoyed. "You O.K.," I asked Candice. "Yeah," Candice said, "it's just odd biting my tongue to hear Greg say what I want to say." "Sorry," Greg said. "After such a great dinner," I said. "I insist on cleaning up!" "No," Candice said. "You're our guest." "That's right," Greg said. "I'll do the dishes." We ended up sharing clean up duty. It didn't take long till the only thing left out was a plate for Mark. "I hope Mark's O.K." I said. Greg replied, "He said he'd try to make it. Maybe he's stuck at work." "Can I barrow your phone?" I asked Greg. "Sure," Greg said, handing it to me. I got Mark's voice mail. "No answer," I said. I handed the phone back to Greg. "Could you call Mark's work?" "Alright," Greg said. "I'm sure he's fine though." "Hello," Greg said. "Is Mark Anderson still there? "I'm sorry, I didn't know. Thanks." Greg ended the call. "Mark called in today." "Shit," I said. "There's no way Mark would have missed today unless..." "Unless what?" Greg and Candice asked. "Look," I said, "after the other night, all I could think about was you Greg... sexually. I even dreamed about it. As Mark that repulsed me. I had a really hard time dealing with it. I tried transferring those feelings to Candice, I really did, but that didn't work. Then I tried anything: girlfriends, fantasies, tits, ass, pussy, anything that usually turned me on. That didn't help either. All I could think about was you Greg, and it sickened me. That's why I couldn't go through with our date. "When I became Kelly, I was actually relieved. As Kelly, it was alright for me to feel the way I felt about you. "Mark didn't get that relief. I hoped time would help, but if Mark called in even though he had that big meeting today..." "He even lied to me," Greg added. "It felt that bad?" Candice asked. I nodded. "I didn't realize," Greg and Candice said. "We should go find him." "What if he turns up here?" I asked. "You're right," Greg said. "I should go find him. If he shows up you can email my phone." "No one would know where to look better than me," I said. "Yeah," Greg said. He turned to Candice. "Will you be alright holding the fort?" "Yeah," Candice said. "Just be sure to send an email if you find him." * * * An hour and forty minutes had gone by since Greg and Kelly left, and I hadn't received any word. If he had been at home or some close-by haunt, I should have received an email by now. I practically jumped when I heard a knock on the front door. I opened it to find Mark on my porch. He looked worse than he had last night. "Mark," I said. "We've been worried about