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"So...?" Megan looked Tray over as he dried his hair. They were sitting on the end of their bed, Tray had a towel about his torso and one on his shoulders as he absent mindly brushed his long blond hair out, slowly. "There are a couple methods- people that have been body swapped that have gotten righted. Right now what I need most is to get some allies together so that we don't lose our bodies if we get pulled from our bodies by a person that wants to keep them-" Megan knelt before him- "When?" "Tomorrow," Tray answered looking towards the bathroom. Casey had been in the shower about five minutes. They were pretty sure that Casey was handling Tray's equipment again. 'Like four times in the last thirty hours or so,' Tray thought. Megan gripped Tray's hand- "Just... I want my husband back. What we did earlier was okay, but.... I- it's not me anymore," she admitted. "You seemed pretty happy when I left? What changed?" Tray asked touching his wife's face. He was a very sexual creature in his own body, but now in Casey's he was not feeling the need to kiss and feel and such. Megan took the extra towel he had for his hair and wrapped his head and his hair, putting a turban on his head. 'Something happened?' Tray thought watching her. "Nothing... I liked it, I did," she was looking down for a little bit then she looked into Tray's eyes, "I want to do it again, but.... that's not me anymore." 'She wants a baby,' Tray thought, 'she knows its a bad idea.' His wife sat beside him again and Tray touched her cheek, kissing her lips, his towel- the one about his chest fell open. They looked at it and at Tray's naked body. "It's reality that I am in here," he said. "Are you still in love with me?" Tray asked, feeling his heartache, hoping against everything that she still loved him. 'Never ask a question you do not want to hear the answer to,' he thought, 'just please confirm what I believe.' "I love you, no matter what you look like or who you are," she said stroking Tray's cheek. "Just... I am not- I-" 'She wants to do it. What the hell?' Tray was confused by the signals he was getting. There was a sound from inside the shower along with a foot slipping on the floor. They stared at each other then Tray slid both hands around the back of Megan's neck and drew her in. It was a kiss of hunger and passion, they only stopped when the shower turned off. They all slept separately- Megan in her and Tray's bed, Casey was in the guest room, and Tray was on the couch. Laying there trying to sleep half the night Tray had plenty of time to hear Casey- at first it was the unmistakable muffled sounds of someone tending to their own needs then it was tears. Hours passed before Tray heard the same pattern again. Between Casey's.... exploration Tray lay there thinking for a long time, slowly feeling the roundness of Casey's breasts- the breasts that were on his chest, that he could feel soft hands feeling- ghosting over, then rubbing and- There was so much of him that wanted to go further but his depression, fear, and even loathing drove him to think about the future- tomorrow, and the days that followed. It was terrifying to him to think that he might be stuck in Casey's body for the rest of her life. He thought about her life, her brothers and sisters, and their parents and the crap about her father. Lovers, friends, and interactions- There was no doubt that he would never be able to pull off a long term con, that he was Casey- people would see through the lies as soon as someone asked him a question- "you remember when we were in the seventh grade?" Bam- done for. Or the simple- "I thought you said you hated peanut butter?" Did she attend the seventh grade and if so where? Was she allergic to peanut butter or what? He did not know. Tray did drift in and out of sleep, like the other two sleep was something he just could not get a handle on. The next morning Tray and Casey got Tray's plan moving. Tray dressed in a mix of Megan and Casey's clothes then got on his computer and went to work sending out emails, looking for help without telling anyone what was happening. Casey talked about her roommate, her doormen, and the things she needed. It was all dragging her down- depression, fear, and anxiety. After breakfast she sat on the couch texting with Clockwork through her new goggles, crying and generally trying to keep her sanity together. Megan was gone by the end of breakfast- she had gone to catch a work out class or two. She had told them she would be back before lunch but made no promises or stated any clear plans. As she left Tray realized that she had said only "bye," and had not given him or Casey a kiss. It juvenilely discouraged him. "You guys okay?" Casey asked. Tray was about done going over his log and updating his files. "I don't know," Tray answered honestly. When they were ready to go Casey walked Tray through everything he would need to know then he caught a cab, headed for the bus station, there he walked half a block and caught a different cab. He arrived at Casey's apartment building, smiled at the guard in the lobby- "hay, Barney," he waved a little finger wave at the old man. "Ms Cassidy," he nodded as Tray got into the open and waiting elevator. 'He suspects nothing,' Tray thought looking at his new reflection in the metal doors. 'Okay, I am a pretty female, with a father who screwed millions out of the working class, I am rich, I have super powers, and I am a hero,' he thought taking a breath. 'And I have a really nice pair of breasts- thank God they are not bigger,' he thought glancing at his profile in the metal sidewall. The reflection was pretty bad, but he could see quite a bit. 'She's a flirt, a.... sexual creature, and I.... I like cumming in her body, but I do not want to live like this.... okay, stop, just stop- thinking about this will only drive you into depression," Tray took a breath. 'Play the part.' Tray had opened his blouse a little to much, revealing a little to much cleavage. It was a suggestion of Casey's- "show here and they might forget what you say." He saw the wisdom in using her tits to distract people from their present problems. He was just not accustomed to doing such a thing. The elevator took him to the twelfth floor. Tray exited the elevator to the right, focusing on his walking- one foot in front of the other to twelve fifteen. A man walking towards him smiled- "hi Cassidy, how are you today?" "Good. Yourself?" "Good," he smiled, "wanted to thank you for the recommendation- Pier's was good." 'Pier's?' Tray thought, then noticed the guy was barely looking at his face, he was more focused on the cleavage below his face. 'Dude, look at my face... wow, do all guys do this?' "I had a feeling," Tray said moving past him. He could feel the guy's eyes on his ass, it was weird and annoying.... and gross. From the back pocket of his skin tight jeans he extracted a key. Casey had a couple hid-a-keys about the city, this one however had been in her costume. Casey had wanted to go with him, but that idea made Tray nervous and so he had explained- "Luness and Major hanging out together then you and Tray Larson start hanging out together? Anyone that had a suspicion before would be sure after that," he had said over breakfast, "and think about those guys that are watching you.... bad idea." "Cassy-!" Casey's room mate- Irena Byron, a Canadian born model, raised in France smiled at Tray when he came in. Irena was painting her toenails while sitting in the corner of their over stuff couch. 'Holy shit- she looks... wow,' Tray tried to keep it together. Irena was tall- almost six foot, stick thin, straight brown hair to her shoulders, big green eyes, and a sweet, naive look. She had not a bit of make up on, her hair slicked back as though she had just gotten out of the shower. She wore shorts and a tee shirt with a tank top over that. Their apartment had all the right stuff- TV, big fluffy couch, coffee table, some art work, big bay windows looking across the city, hard wood floors with the right number of rugs, and an open kitchen- all of it was perfectly spotlessly clean. And almost all of it was lightly colored over white so that it gave a more up beat feeling to the apartment. "Hi," Tray smiled at her. "I did not hear you leave? Were you home last night?" "Oh, I have been in and out," Tray lied heading for the hall and the bedroom on the left. "Did you come home last night? Your Detective was by, he was worried," Irena called to him. Casey's room was stylish in the sense that it was done up as a super hero shrine- posters to the greats and even a few picture of the not so great. Tray did not immediately see any pictures of Major but saw a news article with his picture. 'Upper closet shelf on the right side,' he went into the closet and went in. Casey was not exactly well organized, there were a few clothes on the floor, and shoes scattered about. "The Detective asked if you had been by," Irena stated. She was speaking louder to be heard from the living room. "I heard you," Tray called to her. He grabbed the suitcase, dropped it on the bed and opened it, finding two duffle bags inside. He opened the larger bag and went through her drawers, grabbing seven of everything- panties, pairs of socks, pants, shirts, blouses, and bras. He grabbed a couple sweaters, belts, a skirt, shoes- heels, running shoes, boots, and nylons. When he closed the drawers he felt as though had taken nothing from them they were still so full. He zipped the duffle closed and took it to the window. "Cassy," Irena was coming down the hall. Tray quickly dropped the bag out of sight from the door and went to the bed to get rid of the suitcase, but Irena was there before he could put it away. "Are you going to- where are you going?" Irena asked looking at the suitcase. "Away for a couple days," Tray said, hoping that would be enough. "Who is it?" Irena asked with a smile. Tray wanted to tell her it was none of her business but shook his head instead- "At least a gender?" "I don't want to talk about it-" "Are you finally hooking up with Michael- oh, he is so geekish. I think you should you know, just give him a good ride-" "Irena-" "No, seriously, you have shagged- five different guys and two women this year, you should just bite the bullet and give him a little," Irena moved in, avoiding clothes and things on the floor so she could sit down on the bed. "Or maybe-" she worked her tongue against the inside of her cheek. "You are into that. Do not deny it." The idea of his mouth being used to give blow jobs as going to make him throw up. "Irena- stop," Tray did not know how they normally talked to each other. "I need to get away for a while- just watch the apartment and take care of the.... stuff around here," Tray could not recall the mention of a dog or cat or anything. 'I forgot to clean the litter box at home. Crap- I hope Megan did it. She probably did,' Tray thought. Irena looked concerned only for a few seconds, then she said- "okay, be a bitch, fine, whatever," got up and headed for the door. "Oh, and by the say- your Detective, really good in the sack." "Irena- don't-" "You started this shit-" "Stop! Just... stop..." Irena looked at him. "I'm sorry, okay, there is a lot on my plate right now...." Irena nodded- "not really sorry for shagging your boyfriend. He made me do that doggie sound." 'Doggie sound-?' "Its a casual thing anyway," Tray dismissed her thought that Casey would be hurt by her fuck buddy held any emotional attachment. Tray honestly had no idea if Casey liked him or not, she had not said much about him. Irena nodded a little- "share-?" Tray had no idea what he should say- "For right now." She said something in French. Tray put the bag into Casey's closet up on the shelf. On the way out he grabbed a half dozen shoes and tossed them towards the shelf where the shoes were suppose to be stored, tossing clothes from the floor into the hamper near the door- even though it was full he still did it. The little duffle he took to the bathroom while Irena watched. 'Stuff on the right side of the sink is mine,' Casey had said, 'and the yellow brush which Irena always steals- grab that.' Tray left the yellow brush, grabbed the toothbrush, mouthwash, deodorant, birth control pills- he paused looking at Casey in the mirror. He started to shake, emotion bubbling up until he wanted to scream- "Cassy-?" Irena was holding him. "I can't do this," Tray was shaking so badly, his emotions completely out of control. Irena was talking to him in French, trying to calm him, but Tray had no idea what she was saying, he did not speak French. 'Casey speaks French and I don't and people know that- oh, crap this is a major sticking point,' the thought ran through his head. "What-?" Irena had asked him a question, it was the same question she had asked just before that, but it was in French. "Are you pregnant?" Irena asked in English. "Wha-?" Irena picked up the little packet and took a pill from it- "do you need these for the next nine months? Or has God got you covered?" Tray took the pill and dropped it into the back of his throat watching Irena- "thanks," he said feeling incredibly uncomfortable. She asked something in French again as she clicked the packet closed. Tray had no idea what she said, but he felt she just wanted to know what had happened- "I... don't know. Just not feeling right," he said as they got up off the floor. He could not look at the mirror, it was mentally impossible for him to look at her in the mirror. "Do you need to go spend some time with your vibrator?" she asked, giving the last word a thick French accent that by the look of her face was meant as a joke. Tray chuckled and shook his head, grabbed Casey's hair drier and dropped it in the bag. Irena grabbed the yellow brush and tossed it in- "I bought another one," she said. Tray nodded a thank you and left the bathroom in a hurry. He closed the bedroom door, leaning against it, breathing, then sliding down the door, tearing the poster off the back of the door he sat there and tried unsuccessfully not to cry. "What happened?" it was weird hearing his own voice on the phone. "I.... I am not doing so well," Tray found it hard to admit. Tray was hitting an emotional low. It was because he'd seen the birth control pills, the idea that he only had six more left in the pack also really bugged him (because it meant Casey's period was coming up). "You are the one that told me we can't be around our friends and such, so get up, get my boots on, and get back here," Casey said sounding like she was trying to be encouraging while at the same time she was battling to stay ahead of her own depressed feelings. "There is a book bag by the door or in my room, grab that for me," Casey asked. The original plan had him placing the duffles on the window ledge outside the window so that Irena would not ask a bunch of questions about him leaving but she knew Casey would be leaving so Tray did not see a point in him walking out with the three bags. Tray pushed his hand into Casey's long blonde hair again, looking at it the tears would not stop. "You have to get up, Tray, come on." "Okay- okay, I am getting up," he said turning to his side he managed to get up, take a breath. "Be back in twenty minutes." "Good," was all Casey said before she hung up. Tray stood there looking down, trying to get his brain wrapped around the idea that he was a woman, a twenty something year old young woman when he saw something- the poster that had come off the back of the door- it was of Major, it was one from about eight years ago. He nudged the poster open with his toe to look at it- he had seen it a few times, it was a really good picture that someone had taken at a fight, he was bare chested, powerful looking. He took a breath- "I will have you back," he said to his body. When he got outside he noticed that there were a couple of men with cameras taking his picture from afar. He got into a waiting cab and watched for a tail- there was not one but two. Six blocks away he paid the driver and hurried with the bag down an alley. The cameramen followed on their motorcycles. Tray ran into an offshoot alley and stepped onto a platform and shot straight up into the air over the building, covering himself in armor. He was pretty sure he was not seen by them, he just hoped that no one said- "I saw Luness at," where ever the heck he was, and the guys on the bikes heard about it. Luness used a force field look that people could see through, but Tray liked the idea of armor, the look was thicker looking then a force field and when he was wearing heels gave him a more stable foot. Something that bugged him about Luness was the force field and the floating platform. She was often seen without her force field just flying around. He wondered why he could not just fly without the platform, just by using the force field to carry him- or in his case, the armor. So he floated up off the platform and flew that way, getting rid of the platform all together. He decided that he would need to ask Casey about that. Megan sat with him when he got home, there were a lot of tears, and Tray was trying to figure out whatever was running through his head, but Megan nailed it when she said- "you are just scared that you won't get your life back." "What has she been doing all day?" Megan looked at her houseguest across the room- "reading mostly, watching TV without watching more often then not. She is having a lot of trouble with this was well." "And-?" "Ya, lots of that too," Megan nodded. Casey liked the male orgasm, Tray concluded, but did not like being in the male body. "Has she made any moves on you?" Megan nodded- "she did." "And-?" "We had wild, mind numbing sex," Megan said with a flat monotone voice. Tray had to smile a little, but there was something in the way she had spoke that made him feel there was something to that. "You need to get your head into the things you have to do, and get her moving, this-" she gestured at him, "is not you, even in your present condition you should not be this down and lost." That helped him to start pulling himself and Casey out of the well of their emotional distress. Unfortunately, for them, almost all of their day was shot. They sat down to eat an early dinner- "I had classes today, and you blew them off," Casey told Tray. "Sorry, get your homework done, and get me your schedule- if we are still like this Monday I will go in," Tray said. "You should video the classes so that she can actually attend," Megan suggested. "And what about going out? It's Friday, and I want to go out-" "Not tonight, we are going to see a friend of mine later-" Tray consulted the clock on the wall, "we are probably going to be late, so eat up." Megan waved them out as she cleared the table- "I have this- go," she told them. Tray kissed her cheek- "thank you." "You owe me big buster," she said in a manor that said she was joking as much as she just wanted her husband back. They went into Tray and Megan's bedroom where they changed into their costumes. "You ever think about...." Casey was looking at Tray's rear in the mirror that was behind Tray as he zipped up his boots. "About what?" "You..... me.... you know," Casey said hoping he would catch on. Tray looked down at his body then at his real body- Casey was shirtless still. "You mean....?" "Ya," Casey said with a nod and a smile that made Tray think she wanted to just do it right there. "You have my libido," Tray told her, "much as I hate the idea of you handling my..... junk I understand it." Casey nodded, a little embarrassed so she continued to get dressed in silence. They were late for their meet with Allura. They landed looking about the rooftop, Tray was sure she had gone. Allura stepped into existence on the roof next to Tray. "What happened?" she asked heading right for Major. "Allura- I am Major, he is Luness," Tray gestured between the two of them. Allura was strikingly beautiful, hourglass shape, dark skinned, long black hair, she was in fantastic shape, and she loved Major. She wore her typical knee-high boots, gypsy style dress, and a half fingerless glove that some how kept her fingerprints from being identified. "Say again?" she asked looking between them. "Luness," Casey pointed. "Major," Tray followed suit with a point. Allura nodded- "a body swap-?" "Yes," the both said as one. She looked between them then at Tray- "Major?" Tray nodded- "remember the fight last year and what happened afterwards?" Allura and Tray had been in a big fight with a villain- Leviathan, he had drowned Allura. Tray had rescued her, gotten the water out of her by holding her by the feet and flying very quickly away from the massive monster. He found a place to hide and did CPR on her. Within one or two breaths she was French kissing him, Tray had not wanted to but he had wanted to at the same time. He had told Megan about the kiss later, and how he had turned her down. Allura had been disappointed but thankful that Major had finally told her why he was not interested in her. "You said you were gay," she supplied. "I am married not gay- I told you that just before we went back into the fight," Tray said taking a breath. At the time she had thought he was gay because he had turned her down so many times. "No, just a loyal husband," he told her then and now. She looked them both over. "Could we..." Casey threw out there. "No," Allura and Tray both said as one. Casey shrugged and rolled her eyes. "I know," Casey said, probably just responding to Michael's comments. "Telepathic connection? Have each other's skills? You flew in a force field so the body's powers are with the body. Who did this-?" Tray stopped her- "No telepathic connection. As far as I know all of our mental and spiritualness went into the other's body and the body has the power. And, it was Majestic- he was trying to summon up spirits to possess political figures," Tray answered, "there was a blast, it...." "It put us in these little vials on his waist- when I knocked Major's vial loose he ended up in my body- I was hit just when.... well when I did that, and I ended up in his somehow," Casey answered. Allura walked over to a plastic chair that was sitting on the roof and sat down, thinking. Tray created a couch and sat down on it, Casey sat next to him, both of them facing Allura. "Tell me what this blast looked like and tell me about the vials," Allura wanted details, and asked in depth questions. It was almost an hour before she said- "I have no idea what spell that is, but I am pretty sure can switch you back, I have a spell, if its magic. Let me try this, first." She stood, and they stood. "Hold hands. Now if this works you are going to feel weak, just hold on to each other and let go- but not of each other," she said then smiled at them both. 'She is thinking about bedding Casey right now,' Tray thought. Allura reached into the air, speaking words softly and clearly, then she placed her hands on their heads. Both of them felt nothing. "Nothing?" "Nothing," they both confirmed. "Okay, its a permanent spell, this I can work with," she said, as she stepped back, "I am going to need some materials. Can I meet you.... I need someplace quiet." 'Bring her here, I can get out of here and your guys can do your thing. Give me twenty minutes,' Michael texted to them both. "Twenty minutes okay?" Tray asked Allura. "Twenty.... maybe, lets call it thirty," she was thinking about if she could get everything together, it was pretty clear she doubted twenty minutes when she made the counter offer. They were waiting for her on the roof when Casey's phone rang- "caller ID says Binky?" "I can't talk to her," Casey said thinking. "Who is Binky?" "A friend.... I should text her at least," Casey said and started on that. "Tomorrow, I have an appointment with the Williams, I need that to work out...." Casey gave a little nod, working the touch pad with a stylist because of her gloves. "I will," she said, "if we are still stuck that is- God, I hope this is over tonight." "Me too," Tray said. His heart ached for his body. This was an interesting jaunt away from reality but he was really wanting out of it. The text was done and they waited. "Time?" Tray asked. Clockwork put up the time and date for him, and a timer that said Allura was five minutes late. "Are you okay with getting your body back?" "Oh, God, yes, I am so ready," Tray said quickly. "You?" "I am starting to like standing when I pee," Casey smiled at him, "but I want my life- fucked up as it is- I want it back. And... you are older then I am, like fifteen or twenty years." He pushed his hair back from his face, back over his shoulders- "ya-" Allura stepped into focus. She was not there then she was a little there, then a little more, becoming more solid with every step she took towards them- about four or five steps total. "Sorry, should I go?" "No," they both said quickly. Allura laughed, then they laughed, both a little embarrassed. Downstairs they found that Michael had left his table and two chairs. "This will work," Allura replied looking about the large open room- open except for the center column. That was the last thing either of them recall her saying before they woke and the sun was coming up. They just sat there in the office chairs looking at themselves without a mirror. It was minutes of sitting still before one of them moved. Casey bent over at the waist and threw up on the floor. Tray pushed back, getting out of the spatter very quickly. He was feeling weird, groggy, and.... Casey moaned as she vomited the contents of her stomach, coughing as she finished. Tray got up, stumbling, then falling to the floor, his head spinning, he rolled onto his back, hair across his face, wanting to retch as well, but not feeling like he could move. "Are you okay?" Allura asked. She was beside Casey, her hand on his shoulder. "Ahh- no, I feel like crap," Casey said, "weak and the world is spinning. What happened?" Allura walked up to Tray and knelt down- "Major?" Tray nodded to her, then closed his eyes, the world was spinning so fast. "That was five different attempts," she said, her hand on Tray's shoulder, trying to comfort him. "So you can't do it?" She shook her head, speaking softly in that language again. Tray instantly felt the world bounce back, recoiling to a set position then past and locking in so that the world was not spinning anymore. "Better?" Slowly Tray sat up. He felt very uncomfortable- more then he recalled the night before with regards to his chest, he looked down, then at his hands- "what happened to-?" he gestured to his chest. "Ahh- yes, that- you do not recall what happened?" Allura moved to Casey and spoke those same word to her. Casey seemed lost for just a second then he sat up. Tray looked at his former body- he looked smaller, older, less.... handsome. "The last spell- it.... it switched your powers," she said. "What-?" they both asked. "Whow-" Casey was looking at Tray, "and... what gave me a cup size?" Tray opened his blouse some, readjusted the closure of it- "feels like.... ya, this is not comfortable." Casey's chest was trying to burst from her bra. Tray wanted to take the dammed thing off it was so uncomfortable. "You agreed. You both agreed when I told you it was all I had left to try," she said. Casey formed a dustpan and scooped up all the vomit into a jar and sealed the container- not with a cap, but just by closing it. Tray floated up off the floor, floating about the massive room then landing next to Allura. It was nice to have his powers back. "I'm sorry, it just did not work. I can switch your powers back if you find another way.... if you find a magical method.... well it should go when you go," she told them both. "So what is it?" Tray asked. "Whatever that spell is.... it took you from your bodies, and somehow, for some reason locked you in those bodies- I am sorry, but magically there is nothing I can do until I find out what that spell is," she said, "my suggestion- find Majestic's spell books." Tray shifted from straight on to profile- "I thought a thirty four C was big," he said looking at her bare breasts in the mirror over his dresser. "They are perkier," Megan said then looked at Casey. "I... ya, that...." she nodded, "and my hair... I mean, his hair, it looks.... fuller." "Prettier too," Megan said. 'Hornier too,' Tray thought, 'God, I hope Megan wants to have some fun tonight, I have one wet pussy right now.' Casey stepped up beside Tray, he was still in great condition, but he looked older, less.... something. Megan handed Tray a tee shirt- "I'll go buy you a bra," she said looking at Tray in the mirror. "You okay?" Megan asked him. Tray pulled the V neck shirt on, then cleared his mass of hair from the back of the shirt- his hair felt smoother, like silk. "Ya... Ya, I am fine. I have that appointment with the Williams at noon, would you go get that bra- yesterday it was a thirty four C, so I guess its going to a D and maybe a DD," Tray said looking down the tee shirt. Megan nodded to him. 'She wants me, I can friggin' see that in her eyes,' Tray thought looking at her. "You want Casey to go with me?" she asked. 'Oh! She knows I am horny as all hell,' Tray considered. "It's fine, I should start-" "Casey- would you come with me?" Megan said, "the public should see us out, we can do some grocery shopping as well." In the hour and a half that they had been gone he had masturbate half the time away and the other half he had spent writing notes for the meeting with the Williams. The first session Tray had orgasmed very quickly once, so he kept going, getting a second and third in rapid succession. It had felt so good. After that he worked on the notes, but only managed about fifteen minutes of work before he went at it again. By the end he was eight orgasms deep and had a half page of notes written as well as his pages of work out and on the table. It was after the second session that Michael called the house phone- "I left a package downstairs for you." "What is it?" Tray asked working at getting dressed. "Concealable comms, and a wireless pen camera," he answered. "Its for me? Or Cassidy?" "Cassidy or your wife and Tray can get it- hay, umm- what does Tray stand for?" "Tracy," Tray answered, feeling for the first time that the name actually fit. "You don't have a middle name?" "Levee," Tray answered. There was a long pause- "so... ya, I can see why you go by Tray. No offense but your parents must have made your childhood hell with that." "You have no idea," Tray said then said his good-bye. He slipped on some shoes, grabbed a spare key and headed for the door, pausing only long enough to look at himself in the mirror near the door. Casey looked spectacular- her face glowed like an angel, her breasts almost to big for her body, her waist impossibly narrow, and her jeans- tight the day before were lose about the waist but tight against her ass. Tray wanted to have sex with her so badly he could taste it- in fact he had. He smelt his hands- he could smell the sex so he washed his hands again because the smell was making him horny. He grabbed one of Megan's windbreakers and headed downstairs. He pushed the down button and waited, got on board and pushed the first floor button. On the third floor the car stopped and the doors opened- Matt Weiss opened his eyes and looked up from his phone, the door were about to close when he realized he needed to get onto the elevator. He stepped on still staring at Tray- "hello," he said putting out his hand, "Matt Weiss, three oh one." Tray almost said his name- "Casey," said and they shook hands. "Casey-?" "Just Casey," Tray wanted to avoid Matt's advances but he could tell that was going to be a problem. "Well, Casey.... I am having a little get together at my apartment around six-" "Sorry, I am seeing someone," Tray said just as the door closed. Tray went to looking at his reflection in the not so shiny metal door. "Oh, emm- well I... ya, sorry, I guess I came on to strong. It's just.... I have never seen a woman that actually glows like you do- you are beautiful," Matt told him. "Thank you," Tray just wanted to smash him in the face. They rode in silence to the bottom then when the door opened Tray stepped out, aware that Matt was watching him walk away. 'My god this is disgusting, I have to get out of this dammed body,' he thought. Danny watched him, blinking, confused at the beautiful woman that walked from the elevator to his little desk. The lobby was about twenty feet square with mail boxes to one side, a couch and tables for waiting guests, and even a bathroom. Danny had a small TV hidden behind the top edge of his desk, earphones kept it from being loud. Danny stared at Tray as Tray closed the distance to him, then he suddenly remembered that he should be standing. "Hi- I was told there was a package here for me." Matt who had waited to long to get out of the elevator was walking across the lobby when he heard Tray say that, he tripped and almost fell. "Ahh- a.... package?" 'Okay, this is plain stupid, I have to get Allura to give us back the other powers, I can't live like this,' Tray thought. "Eight oh one- the Larson's, a man came in and left a box for me," Tray said. Danny looked down then at the package on his desk- "ahh- I-" Tray looked down below the man's belt, the obvious bulge was pronounced- "oh, my God- Jeez, Danny-" Danny sat down quickly looking about as embarrassed Tray had been when he was in the ninth grade and the girl to the side of him was playing with her eraser and her cleavage and the teacher had called him up. "I am so sorry... I- am.... I meant nothing by it," he looked like he was about to cry, "please, I- it was.... an physiological response to.... I can't lose my job." Matt was gone. Tray leaned in, deliberating letting the man look at his cleavage- "package." Matt could not take his eyes off what Tray was showing him, but some how he did manage to grab the box and hand it to Tray. Quick enough to toss his hair, Tray spun and walked for the elevator. Inside he clinched his fists, he wanted to hit something, but he had been a super to long to know that was a bad idea. Upstairs Tray tore open the package, inside was a pair of small hearing aid sized communication devices and a pen- a regular, functioning pen that had instructions on its use. It took Tray a moment to program his computer but was finally getting a signal. It was then that he got the text alerting him that they were five minutes away. Tray stripped down, pony tailed then pinned Casey's mane of hair up then stepped into the shower for a quick rinse of her body to get the smell off- he felt that he smelled of sex. He was dried, and dressed when Megan peaked into the bedroom- "food- whow- you look stellar. Did that help?" "Ya- thanks," he said taking a breath. "We only have about forty minutes so you have to hurry up," she said. Tray stepped to her and kissed her- "I love you." It was not unexpected but Megan caught him a little off guard with a hug. They held each other, Megan was tearful, but then suddenly broke off their contact and left the room. Tray searched through the bras- he found five, three different brands. The second one he tried on fit comfortably, so tried to remember the brand and the size. From the bag he had put together at Casey's he took out a silk blouse and pulled it on, buttoning it as he left the bedroom. Casey was sitting on the couch looking upset when he entered the living room. "What's the matter with Casey?" Tray asked looking over the boxes of food they had brought back. "She knows what you were doing, and it pissed her off," Megan answered. "You are going to need a new costume and a new code name- you realize that?" "Ya, I figured we could tell people that our powers got switched," Tray explained. He felt better, more secure with the bra on, it was weird feeling like that but it had been a weird couple of days. "We need to get back on the hunt for a way out of this-" "After your noon meeting, you have a plan for that?" Tray nodded, reaching up he elevated his wife's chin then kissed her. They kissed for a long moment. They were both hungry for each other. "This is pretty weird," he told her, then saw Casey in the doorway of the bathroom, standing there staring at him. "Casey-" "No, its fine- I get it, let's work on your life and screw mine. I have been going over your notes and I think I can pull this off. Afterwards I want to go out and get some dick though- that's if you don't mind?" "Casey- you have been jerking off like a teen-age monkey, I have only a couple times-" "And the sex you had with her on Thursday," Casey said. "Casey-" "No- its fine-" Casey was almost calm. Megan snapped stepping around Tray- "you asshole!" It startled Tray, because his wife seldom got angry. "You sneak in here in the middle of the night and pretend to be my husband and seduce me, and you jerk off ten times a day, and you are make a stink about me kissing my husband in your body when rumor has you have been with men and women all over the city- yes, your brothers and sisters are all over California doing the same thing-" Tray grabbed Casey by the throat, shoving past Megan, slamming Casey down on the floor with ease- "you had sex with my wife?!?!" "Tray!" Megan grabbed him, "stop! You'll kill him and then you never get your body back." Tray backed up. "We did it okay, she was curious, I.... after the fact I was not happy, but I knew it wasn't you.... that... she needed to know what it felt like. I knew that- I was going to tell you when this was over-" "What happened- I want to know details." Megan told the story while Casey got up and sat at the table looking ashamed of herself. "So she comes in, says 'baby I am back,' and you two go at it?" "Pretty much the short version. I was... I had a feeling it wasn't you with the first kiss, but it was the.... I could not imagine your oral skills increasing that much after a day of being a woman. And by the time.... when she wanted to do something we had never done.... I knew, but I figured it was her and I figured she had a right to try it." "What have we never done?" Megan nodded down slightly. "Anal-? You let- oh, come on-" Tray was upset. Megan was a little embarrassed but she managed to continue- "Tray- because of your libido I do everything, and anything for you when ever you need it or want it, even when I do not," Megan said touching her husband's cheek, "I love you, and if.... if I have to be on the spot with a blow job or sex or whatever I will do it. You mean that much to me." "Plus she really likes sex-" "Shut up!" Tray and Megan snapped at Casey. "Probably as much as I do," Casey muttered. Tray could not believe his wife was telling him that she had cheated on him, but then he knew her past and knew what he had done, and he figured he owed her a pass. "Casey-" Megan reached out, "please, we can get through all this. My husband is in your body, he is a sexual creature, and by the way he and you are and were acting I can see that it was his powers more then anything." "You conned my wif-" "Tray- please, stop, if we do not have unity in this we are doomed. She needs you to keep her life in order and we need her to keep your life in order, now please- I am not mad about the con- a little angry with myself and.... okay, I am a little mad, but its over. Casey wanted to have sex as a man as badly as you wanted to have sex as a woman. It was better to do it with me then someone else- which can create complications. Its over." Tray was angry, and Casey was angry as well as embarrassed or ashamed of what she had done. They had a long moment of silence, time for individual thoughts. "Casey- we need you to help us, this client is a important to our life so please." "I want my life tended to as well," she said. "You have something that needs to be done today?" Megan asked her. "Homework," she answered. "Can't help you with that unless you need a proof read or something, that is all on you," Megan told her. Tray agreed that they needed to work on Casey's life too. Tray fed Casey details from the bedroom through the ear bud, watching the areas that Casey pointed the pen at also helped a great deal. It took them almost an hour to go over the changes, after that Casey pretty well had the socializing and the conning down. It helped that she had some artistic skills. Finally, they were gone and Tray exited the bedroom. "Thank you," Tray said. "Can we go and get our bodies back now?" Casey asked. "This was a brain wave transference device," Professor said going through the storage room. The storage room was an extra dimensional space in Professor Reeves' lab, there were stacks of shelves with odd looking things, some covered, some in boxes, and all of them looking like they should be in a more secure location. "Will that work on us?" Casey asked. "Well.... that is the question- the people that this was designed to right were not transferred by magic, this was a transference of memories and thoughts- two of the people that were transferred were not the people that.... well, the emotions did not go with. There was a husband and wife and their bodies were still in love despite having two men that had no life experience together- it made for some uncomfortable times with the two until I managed to get this device built-" "No, if that is the best you can do with it-" "Major-" "No," Tray said firmly to Casey, "I am not transferring my thoughts and memories to my body and not taking my spirit or emotional attachments with me- no." Professor Reeves watched them for a moment, then asked- "you have seen Allura?" "First stop," Tray answered. Professor Reeves had been in the super business for almost forty years. His wife had been unfortunate enough to be caught in a blast of energy that had sent her just outside of our home dimension. The effect was that she was present- able to talk to him, but touch nothing. It took him ten years to get her back to the material plane. "Emm- this is not the machine, I might be able to alter it- that will take time however. I have two more projects, so maybe a week or two tops," he said looking at a device the size of a very small car. Tray nodded- "we are going to continue to look for another way." "Oh, please, yes, I expect you to do that, I am not sure I can do anything to help you. Might I get some tests done first however?" "Can I get that costume you offered?" Tray asked. Professor Reeves looked Tray over then nodded. Sense his wife's passing he had not been near or with a woman, and Tray's present body was.... sexy and beautiful. "Oh, surely," the old man looked at Tray. He was not quite so bad as the other men around him, but he was eyeballing Tray a little more then Tray was comfortable with. They moved to a different area of the storage area, locating a booth where the Professor asked. Their bodies were scanned inside the booths then when they came out they went to a fabrication machine, watching it work in a flash it took the machines minutes to make them each a new costume. The new costume was made of the same material that Tray's costume was made of- NeoNan. Professor Reeves had created the cloth to help him with his wife's situation, it had not helped other then it was tough enough to make it to her dimension so she could have some different clothing then what she had been sent there wearing. Tray liked the new suit- no heels. He was not a fan of capes but he took one this time, it would help to hide his ass from prying eyes. The facemask was a nose and mouth thing with his goggles over that. No cleavage so there was a bonus in that, but it still felt wrong. "Thanks, Professor," Tray said. Casey had also changed costumes back to Tray's classic costume- black pants, knee high boots, short gloves, sleeveless shirt with an open double vested shirt, a domino mask under the goggles was what the public saw but there was the wig hood part that covered Tray's red hair and made him a blond. After that they had their brains scanned. Each scan was a precursor to the transfer, so the machine could be calibrated to them. Each scan was a twenty minute process. "Feel like my brain was scrambled," Casey was sitting on a platform. "It was just a brain scan," Tray said floating a few feet off. He too felt like his brain had been scrambled. Casey seemed to notice the snippiness that Tray had in his tone and that made her stop, which brought Tray to a stop. They were several hundred feet above the city, just a few blocks from Professor Reeves' building. "We need to talk-" Casey said. "I know you guys are about to get into something personal, but there is a traffic snarl on the ninety five south, just south of Port, looks like there might be robots involved," Michael said. They turned towards the west and flew quickly towards the snarl. "I'm going ahead." Tray flew much faster, or so he thought- his mastery of Casey's powers was not as complete as he would have liked. When they arrived at Port they could see the snarl, the backed up traffic on both sides of the highway. Flying south they found a nasty looking accident- a semi had jumped the center divide, blocking northbound traffic completely and half of the south bound traffic. The trailer of the truck was being torn to pieces by six legged spider like robots about the size of mini motorcycles. "Look for the controller, or someone that is lacking interest in this," Tray ordered Casey. Tray flew down grabbing one of the six legged creatures by the head. He had not quite gotten use to Casey's body and fighting in it was odd to him, but he was back to his old powers- hitting things. He crushed the robot's head, then kicked it in the rear. The robot shattered, flying into hundreds of pieces. Two jumped at him- he caught one by the forelegs, breaking its legs but the second caught him in the belly knocking him to the ground. He wrapped his legs about the second and squeezed, breaking it's thorax. The other one started stabbing him with its pointy foot but it had little effect. The two of them wrestled for a moment then Tray rammed his fist through the robot's belly and tore the mechanical guts out of it. Three jumped at him, slamming him to the ground, knocking his feet out from under him again. He elbowed another but did little or no damage, kicked another- it shattered. 'It's so nice being super strong and tough again, I hated those other friggin' powers, they sucked,' he thought. Though he knew it was not about the powers sucking it had to do with his mastery of them. There were four on him now- he head locked one, giving it a knee to the torso as he twisted its head to the side ripping it off in one slick move, then shoving it away with his foot. An elbow to a knee, then a grapple for the neck as the robot lost its footing, he ripped the robots neck open with his fingers. "You do not look like you are doing well?" Casey said through their radios. "This is fun, but I think I might have made a tactical error," Tray said taking to the air. There was still one holding on- about his waist, he gave it a kick and it flew across four lanes, impacting with a barrier. He stopped moving there. Casey gestured from one to another to the next, spiking them straight down, punching through armor like it was nothing. "Show off," Tray said watching the area. The spider creatures tried to get at them, but could not get high enough. One tried to throw a tire at them, but did nothing more then get spiked and killed. There were people still in their cars, a few recording the fight on their phones. But there were none that seemed to be controlling the robots. "Clockwork- can you scan for EM in the area?" "Ahh- no, I... the goggles are just-" "Ahh- they are probably programmed anyways," Tray gave up on the idea. The last of the robots was dead. Tray flew down and landed on the back of the truck looking around at the damage. "The- wait, ahh- Major, go to your- left, forward." Tray followed the orders looking for something. "There- that wall, see the damage?" Tray knelt down and looked at the damage to the side of the trailer. "Emm- interesting," he said. Casey moved over and looked at it- "what-?" "The robots made their move from the inside out. We need to find the driver and any paper work he had on this load," Tray said noticing two police officers headed towards them, guns drawn searching the wreckage. "Major- what happened?" Tray started to speak then looked at Casey. "Oh, ahh- sorry. The robots were inside the truck, it seems they broke out of the trailer through here," she gestured. With ease Tray floated up and over to the cab, he found the driver with his throat torn open, blood all over the inside of the cab. "Oh, wow- gross," Tray pretended to hold vomit in. In his career he had seen more dead and injured people then he cared to recall and he had become hardened to it. "The driver is dead," Michael said, "don't look Luness. You need to maintain the air of callousness. No offense Major." "The driver-?" one of the cops was asking him, both were staring. "Dead," Tray answered. "Major- now that you have my powers you might find it's easier to help people in accidents and stuff." "Good idea. Officers," Casey nodded to the two cops and went to check the nearest cars for injuries. "Who are you?" "Luness," Tray answered landing on the ground near the two cops as they ogled him, "Major and I.... we had our powers swapped by Majestic a few nights back." "They found Majestic's body at a fire on the wharf," one of the cops said. "Yes, we- I am sorry, ahh-" Tray was trying to play Casey, it was hard to flirt and hard to act like someone you were mad at, but he had to do it, "we were there, we... the power he used was a pretty disorientating, its taken us a few days to get use to the new power set." The older cop- older by five years was still younger then Tray. "The cape is a nice addition," he said. "Ahh- thank you," Tray was trying to flirt, he did not think he was pulling it off. "I should help- check on the wounded and stuff," he gave a little finger wave then headed off to find Casey. "I know you do not want to hear it Major, but you are doing pretty well at pretending to be Luness," Michael told him. "Rather be myself." There was only one car that was damaged, and no one inside was hurt, so they went down the line of traffic and checked for anything they could do. Casey slowly drifted down to the roof beside Tray. "Goggles off," Tray said. Tray's goggles shut down. A moment later Casey's were also shut down. "So.... when we were at Michaels you went off to have sex with my wife?" "No- there were a couple car accidents, you we asleep, I handled them, but I got gas on me, I went to change costumes. On my way there.... I thought.... I was really horny, and she looked so cute and-" Casey looked bothered by it, "I would say I was sorry, but it was an incredible experience, sticking this thing in her was way better then anything I can do for myself." Tray wanted to hit her. "Ever occur to you that the other two people in the relationship might not think it was so cool?" Tray asked, "that it was technically rape." "Not before or during- I wasn't thinking, it was like this thing was just pulling me around.... I guess I understand that thing about guy's dicks making their decisions for them," she was trying to be cute, but it was coming off all wrong and it really bothered Tray to see his body acting like that. "You touch Megan again....." "And what-? You kill me? Tray, you are not going to kill your own body-" "Touch my wife again, and I will live out my days in your body. Oh, I will feel bad, but I am not going to worry to much about it," he told her. Casey stood there looking at her own face, looking into her blue eyes. Tray gave nothing, he just stared angrily ready to punch if she said just about anything. Finally Casey swallowed and backed down. It bothered Tray to think that the bulged in Casey's pants had not been there when they started talking and not was there. He hated this whole thing even more. "What about sex?" "You can have none-" "Not fair-" "No, its not, but I can't have my body running around having sex, catching lord knows what, getting how many girl pregnant-" "I wasn't going to stick to just women-" "Absolutely not!" Tray snapped. Casey laughed at him- "little homophobia?" "I am not an asshole-" "Prude then?" she was still laughing at him just without the laughter and smile part. "I am bisexual, I like men and I like women, that is who I am, and in your body I am a man and I want to be bisexual here as well-" "I said- no," Tray said firmly. "Why?" Casey asked. "Because I do not want my body used that way," Tray said. "And if I tell you not to rub one out?" "Then you too must give up-" "Okay, then I get to have sex-" "No!" "Give me something besides self performed hand jobs," Casey said watching Tray. Tray was giving it some thought. Sense he was twelve or thirteen he had been giving himself hand jobs, and his powers came into being, and with every jump of power he seemed to need it more. "We have one more stop to make before we go back to the apartment," Tray said. 'How sick is that? Giving myself hand jobs? Wait- is that gay? Screw it- I am not doing that, she can made a thing to fuck or- oh, God I better not suggest that she might use a construction to fuck her own ass- g'ahh. Now I am going to have that in my head all day.' "Okay, it's a ritual spell, pretty mind blowing shit. It comes from Fin'Da Ma'Shota," Harris Connors said as he searched through his vast library, thousands of books looking for the right title, "in the.... nineteen thirties, my grandfather's partner used it to switch bodies with an Heiress- ya, dude became a woman. She was holding the land for her own development project. Anyway it was the land where the portal to Fin'Da Ma'Shota opened," he paused to look for a book on a shelf then decided the title was wrong, "a weak spot in the dimensional-" he paused to look at a book. 'Have we looked into finding Majestic's lair?' a text came in from Michael. "He wanted to make sure that the portal opened the next time on a protection circle- it worked, in the nineteen seventies," he slowed to look at another shelf but that too was wrong, "the protection circle allowed small creatures to come through, but shredded the big uglies." Tray worked at texting- 'no. Great idea, can you start that process.' "What happened to your grandfather's partner?" Casey asked. Harris Conner changed the glasses on his face for the ones on his forehead so that he could look at Casey- "died of cervical cancer in the sixties. Survived by five children, one of which was my father- ahh, here it is," he grabbed a different book as he changed glasses back. "Emm- yes, the writing is wrong.... ahh, ah- yes this....." he was skimming more then reading the pages, right to left, the second pages started at the bottom, "emm- I did not know that. No, the spell will not work, and I will not help you," he said closing the book with a snap. "Why?" "Blood magic," Harris said, "requires one of you to bleed out to fuel the spell or you to each kill a small child- and by small I mean- new born." Tray took a deep breath, the two males in the narrow ile looked at his chest then at him- "Harris- is there anything you can think of?" "Allura, Reeves," he went through the prospects. "Unless you want to go to the super villains?" "Who could do it?" Tray asked. 'No,' Michael's text had emotion in it. "Rover, Jendrik, Majestic is dead, and....." he was thinking, "and Titan- Titan built a machine." "Remember that- Titan built that machine.... oh, ten years ago. He kidnapped some racist bastards and put them in the bodies of people they were oppressing. Funny as all hell.... right up until that one lady killed herself and the baby she was carrying.... then the- hay, LAW has the machine- you could ask them." "I destroyed that machine the moment it was captured, I knew it would not be a good idea for that particular agency to have it," Tray admitted. "Emm- kind of a shot in your own foot there." Tray rubbed his chin. "Anyone else-?" Harris was lying when he said- "not that I can think of." "What about the spell we described?" "Combat- fast spells, I do rituals," Harris told him. As Harris put the book back he considered something- "Majestic is dead. Allura could spy back through time with her Clairvoyance spells and see- though, Majestic being Majestic I would think he would have some protection runes up to prevent that. Worth a try though." "Thanks for coming," Tray said as he landed next to Allura. "Anything for you," she said looking concerned. "You have a time spying spell?" "Had- Time Master came and took it from me, said I was coming very close to getting time travel," Allura said with a shrug, that Tray found very cute. Allura was beautiful, and she had a great personality. Tray had always wanted to hook up with her but he was married and doubted that they would make a good couple longer then a few weeks. "Emm- is there anyway that you can.... track or look at the spell.... anything?" Allura walked around the random roof they had met on, she was thinking. "No, I really can't.... I wish I could help you." "Detective Rogers-" Tray said with a 'ahh, crap,' sound to his voice. "Yes, he would be the guy that would know," Michael stated. "Okay," Tray said. "So if you have sex with Brian do I get to have sex with Megan?" Casey asked. They continued to fly along. "Have you been texting him?" "Ya- a little bit, I guess I have to show you the texts?" Casey asked. "A few," Michael mocked, "you might get eye strain if you try to read them in the goggles." Tray waited in the elevator shaft while Casey changed then put her- his bag, on its hook in the shaft. Then she stepped out. The red light was lit in the shaft, which meant there was someone in the apartment that did not know Tray's secret. "I'll pipe the small comm into your goggles so you can help Casey, and if she remembers to get the pen you can get video too," Michael said. They separated. Minutes passed after she had left the shaft then a voice came on, talking to Megan. It took Tray a moment to recognize the voice- his stepbrother Drake. He was selling something again. His stepbrother was older then he was by a few years, when their parents met and married Drake was on his way out of the house, into the military. He left the Navy under some bazaar circumstances that Tray had neither interest nor patience to hear about. Drake was a user and a loser. "Treat him with a whiff of distain and ask him few questions, and do not let him spend the night," Tray told Casey. "Okay," Casey managed to work that into the conversation. "Megan will get you through- I am going to see Brian." Tray had purchased a pair of pants, blouse, and shoes along with a bag for his costume. Then he'd changed clothes and shown up at Detective Roger's apartment. Brian opened the door and smiled, letting Tray in. "I need some help with something-" Brian turned and pushed Tray against the wall, kissing him- Tray shoved back- "wow- ya, not interested," he said wiping his mouth. "What-?" Brian was confused. The Detective was in his 'day off' mode- jean shorts, tank top, and house sandals. In his waistband was a Glock, Tray imaged the gun was added to answer the door with. "Come on, sit down, I guess I have to tell you," Tray said. "So.... you are not Luness? You are Major?" Brian asked then took a sip of his whiskey. Tray nodded. He saw no reason in telling Brian his identity so he had stuck to code names. The detective's apartment was basically one room. The kitchen was the first area you went through when you entered, the living space was about double the size of the kitchen. To one side was a curtain over a double door entry, inside was a queen sized bed and little else. Tray sat with a leg folded up under him on one corner of the couch while Brian sort of faced him from the other. The couch faced the TV and the only external wall. Brian was really thinking about what Tray had told him. "So when I gave Luness the disc... that was you-?" "You gave me the video on the garage," Tray confirmed with a little nod. There was another long pause then Brian said- "you want what?" Tray had already told him what he needed. "Majestic's lair- he had books or scroll or something with his spells-" "He did- does," he said as he took a breath. Another long pause- "Detective, we are both here to protect the city. I will continue to protect this city either way, but I would really like to have my life.... my body back," he said, "and by having my body back I would give you back the woman you love." "Thing about Cassidy that you don't seem to get is.... she'll never settle down- I want a wife, children," he paused, taking a breath and another sip. "I can talk to her, explain...." Tray was not much into drinking, with his metabolism he could barely get a buzz if he drank a case of whisky. He was getting nervous and that meant his mouth was dry so he took another sip of his own drink. "I'm kinda curious," Brian said looking at Tray. "About-?" 'He wants to have sex with me,' Tray thought, 'not because I am Casey, but because I am a guy in a woman's body. What the fuck am I going to do? I don't want to do that. Would be interesting to try though. Does that make me gay? Probably. Fuck, fuck, fuck- please God I do not want to do this, just let him help me out of the goodness in his heart, please, I don't want to do this.' "Come here," he gestured Tray closer, "sit," he patted his lap. "I am a man-" "You want my help you are going to do a few things," Brian said with a look that said- 'don't try me.' Tray set his glass on the small coffee table then got up and straddled Brian's legs as he directed with his hands. Brian slowly unbuttoned Tray's blouse- "you married?" "Eleven years this year," Tray said hoping this did not go where he thought it was going. "Happily?" he asked opening Tray's blouse. "Very- you are aware that I have no interest in whatever you are about to do?" Tray asked him, "and extortion is also a means of rape." Brian did not seem to care, he unhooked Tray's bra. "His spells are in lock up, you are not getting to them without my help, and to get my help you are going to have to do something I would wager you have never done before, without coming forward and asking the courts for help, and that would be months if not years away. With your secret getting out, and I bet your identities." "So you would rather I submit myself to sex with you in exchange for your help?" Tray asked as Brian felt Cassidy's breasts, slowly, gently, he ran his hands over them. 'At least his hands are soft, and... God, dammit that kind of feels nice. What the fuck am I thinking? This guy wants to rape me- I have to think about this....' Brian leaned in and took one of Tray's nipples in his mouth. 'Don't hit him, just figure this out,' Tray thoughts continued to be the only thing of com