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Sam and I by Dee Cypher It was an unusually warm summer, even for the Midwest. I had gotten used to the air conditioner cycling on and off frequently, but the humidity was still bothering me more than normal. Could my hair get any frizzier, I asked myself. As I continued digging up weeds from the flowerbed in front of the house, I had bigger issues on my mind. Am I actually going to ask him? And what if he says yes? So many questions, or perhaps not. I mean, it requires a mutual agreement, correct? If that's the case, then all I need is to frame it in a manner that he'll find agreeable. But alas, these dandelions weren't about to pull themselves, so I focused on the task at hand. I mean, I don't even know if I could go through wit this. After about 20 minutes of the tedious weeding, age, weight, and the summer heat took its toll, and I went inside to cool off and drink a little iced tea. Walking up the steps to my house, I looked about the neighborhood, knowing that in a few short days I would either be relaxing in Mexico with my children, or enjoying a different, more exotic vacation. This is too crazy, there's no way I could do this, I thought as I imagined how different I actually tried to use it. Knowing that Tonwar's Luck was sitting in the garage weighed heavily on my mind. I knew that it wasn't by happenstance that I had finally come across it, as things of that nature tend to happen for specific reasons. Perhaps the fact that it came into my life is sign enough that I needed to use it, but I still felt a strange draw to Sam, knowing he could fulfill my needs. Of course, I wasn't sexually attracted to the boy, but between my familiarity with his lifestyle and his willingness to want to help, I knew I could handle it... but what about my family? Could Sam really fill my shoes? Well speak of the Devil, I mused when I saw my son's best friend walk through the kitchen. "Hey Mrs. Clark, what's shakin'?" "Oh, hello, Sam. I was just getting the house ready for our trip. How are things with you?" I said, sipping from the cold, persperating glass. "Summer vacation, ma'am. Same ol, same ol. Just enjoying some time off before heading back to school next month. You guys getting pretty excited for Costa Maya?" "Summer vacation... I'm glad you boys appreciate the time off so much. I get two weeks a year, and that's it." "Ah, the bemoaning of an adult. Old enough to have the means to enjoy freedom, but the responsibility keeps them from doing so. What a catch 22," he said. "So, any chance you have room for one more on this trip? I promise I won't cause a commotion. You know how boring it is around here, especially when Matt is out of town." "I know, Sam. Unfortunately, I don't think there is room in the budget for a last minute stowaway," I jested, wiping the sweat from my brow. "But you know what? Check back with me in a few days, we'll see if I can come up with a way for you to go on this trip." "Gotcha, Mrs. Clark. I'm outta here, gotta give Steph a call and make sure she's doing alright," he responded with a smirk on his face. "Take care, Sam." As he rushed down the stairs, I admired his energy, his life, and I hoped I had planted the seed in order to reap the benefits of my own wishes. And before one passes judgement on someone like myself, first consider the position of the semi-affluent single-mother. Not only did I spend my entire life ensuring my children were raised correctly, since their less- than-moral father wouldn't, but I also made dedicated myself to a career that allowed me to raise through the ranks to make sure my family was financially sound. It may have cost me countless hours of leisure time, and it may have contributed to my short-lived marriage, but know my family is taken care of, and we are afforded the opportunities to travel and relax. I just feel that I could use some personal time more than I show on the exterior. Speaking of my exterior, my yard work had caused me to be less than acceptably fresh, and I decidedly needed a shower. Walking back to my room, I bumped into Lucy, my darling 12-year old daughter. "Mom," she said flatly, "I read online that daughters end up looking like their mothers. Is that true?" "You're in luck, it sure is," I replied, thinking she'd be happy about that. I mean, I may have let myself go, what with being a working mother it was difficult to find time for the gym. Lucy looked back at me, her eyes scanning my body from top to bottom, analyzing her next move. "Great," was her reply before she rolled her eyes and kept walking along. What an angel, I thought with a little eye roll of my own. I made my way back to the master bedroom, closing the door behind me. I'm not that bad looking, am I? Standing in front of the full-length mirror, I looked at myself, and tried to critically assess where I was physically. I mean, sure, I had to cut myself some slack because I had just gotten in from doing yard work. And like I said, working full-time and taking care of the house and kids really put a crunch on gym time. Also, you can't expect a single mother to constantly put the healthiest of meals on the table, so my diet may have suffered a bit over the years. But besides that, I think I looked great. At least I'll always have you two, I mused to myself, looking down at my admittedly well-endowed bosom. I began stripping down in preparation for a shower. My mane of brownish-blonde hair was as voluminous as possible, looking like I had recently used my fingers as the conduit between my hair dryer and the electrical outlet. My eyes, blue as possible, looked haggard. My whole face, actually, looked haggard. As much as I wanted to blame that on the humidity and work, I knew better. I was getting older. I'd be 50 in a few short years, and I wasn't the spring chicken I wanted to be in my mind. I peeled the baggy t-shirt I was wearing over my shoulders and head, tossing it into the bin next to my bed. My muffin top protruded slightly over my cotton gardening shorts. Dirt from outside was lightly caked on the folds created on my mid-section when I was bent over pulling weeds. The sight of my belly made my heart sink even further. Not to mention that my pride-and-joys were practically resting on said belly. Sure, they may be large, but their glory days are long behind them. Even my trusty bra was beginning to give up on me, or more accurately my ladies. Pulling my shorts off was just as disheartening. My ass was swollen from years of eating on the go, and my legs while still long, lacked the definition I so yearned for. Suze, you gotta stop beating yourself up, I thought to myself. As I finished peeling off my layers, I started the shower which felt great after a long day of gardening. I could feel the dirt and grime being rinsed away as I ran my fingers through my hair. After washing myself off from head to toe, I simply stood in the shower and relaxed for a few moments. I closed my eyes, and for a moment pondered what it would be like to be young and carefree again. Finally, I stepped out of the shower and began getting dressed. There wasn't much else to do that afternoon except prepare dinner for the kids, which was a piece of cake. I mean, not literally a piece of cake. It was actually going to be pizza, from scratch of course. All I had lined up before the trip was making sure my garden was all set. I knew good and well it didn't make a difference, but it was its own type of therapy. After wrangling the kids for dinner, Lucy went to the living room and began watching Suzie Boreman's financial show while Matt went back to his man-cave in the basement. I was able to settle down and do a little reading to finish off my night. The next morning I awoke to hear Lucy rustling about the kitchen. She had taken the liberty of making herself a bowl of cereal for breakfast, and was already enthralled in See-In-In's Crossfire. The dichotomy of the image put a smirk on my face. I knew that girl would grow up to be something special. After futzing around for an hour or two, cleaning up odds and ends, and making sure the house was tidy, I managed to make it outside. Within an hour, I was once again sweaty, dirty, and looking as frumpy as ever. As luck would have it, that's when Sam showed up. Really? I'm going to try to sell him this? I thought as I rolled my eyes at my luck. "Good morning, Mrs. Clark. Is Matt home?" he asked. "That boy is such a bum when school is out. I think he's still laying around his bedroom," I said with a grin. "I can't blame him, it's supposed to peak over 95 degrees today," Sam replied, suffereing the small talk with me,"so, you get me that plane ticket yet?" he said with an eyebrow raised. "Yes, I'll have our butler go to the yacht to get some funds from the petty money account," I said, trying to keep things light, "you're really set on going to Mexico, aren't you?" wanting to coax a 'yes' out of him. "Who wouldn't want to go to Costa Maya for two weeks with their best friend?" Jackpot, I thought. Time to strike. "Sam, I don't know if you'd believe me, or even want to consider it, but there is a way I'd be willing to give you my plane ticket and condo for the vacation, but it may seem a little off-the-wall what I'd be asking for. Hear me out?" I said, dancing around my proposal. "Hit me with your best shot, Mrs. Clark. Whatever it is, it can't be worse than the day I've had so far," Sam said, complaining about yard work and petty relationships. "You poor boy. Stephanie would be a fool if she left you when she goes to college," I replied, knowing good and well he'd be fine in the long run. "Sam, what if you went to Costa Maya in my place?" His face immediately lit up. "You'd do that for me?!" "Well... yes... but I mean you would truly be going in my place. Sam, I have in my possession a talisman that allows two individuals to exchange bodies." "Gotcha, Mrs. Clark. You actually had me going there for a minute." "I'm not joshing you, Sam. Listen, it sounds crazy, but my great-uncle gifted me this relic many years ago. He said that it could be used once to exchange bodies, and again to return to your original body. According to him, it came from the greatest magician in all Tibet... who happened to have quite a gambling problem. At any rate, he recommended I hold onto it until I truly needed a break from my life. To be frank, spending two weeks away from my family, being young, and not having a ton of responsibilities sounds like the best way to relax. Sam, I'm asking to be you for two weeks while you go to Costa Maya in my place." And there it was. All I could do is wait. "Ha. Yep, let's do it. I mean, it's a win:win for us. I go to Costa Maya and you get the vacation you actually want. So, are you going to show me this talisman or what?" I stood there for a moment in silence. Sam looked like he really meant it. "Of course, Sam. Follow me, I keep it hidden in the garage." I led Sam into the garage attached to the house. I moved a few things, a hose, a sponge and bucket, and pulled an old shoebox from behind a work bench. For a dramatic effect, I blew the dust off of the top and opened up the box, revealing some old photos, a few hand-written letters, and my uncle's talisman. Although I had never actually used it, I knew it was magical from the moment I laid eyes on it. It was about 5 inches in diameter, and maybe about an inch thick. It looked to be made of some kind of stone, maybe marble, and had blues, reds, blacks, and yellows all swirling together, "here it is," I said, handing it to Sam, "now be careful." Sam stood there with a pensive look on his face as he grabbed the talisman from my hand. He looked it over carefully, his face mellowing out. I felt like I was losing him so I blurted out the first thing that came to mind, "We'll each hold the talisman with our hands and say 'make me' and the other person's name. My uncle called it Tonwar's Luck. I just call it 'the talisman'." Real smooth, Suze. Still holding the stone, Sam looked up at me with a serious, yet confused face. "You genuinely believe that if we do what your uncle said, we will switch bodies? And you whole-heartedly want to be in my body for one week while I am in your body down in Mexico?" "Sam, I've asked you, I've shown you, and now it all depends on you. Either you accept my offer, or we both go on with our lives." "Well, what can I say? I have had a flipping terrible day so far, so why don't I go ahead and accept your offer. I could use a week away from here." A wave of relief washed over my body as a huge grin spread across my face. "That's wonderful, Sam. We leave tomorrow afternoon for the trip, so why don't you and I meet up tonight around 2am, go over everything, make the exchange, and head back to our bodies' respective houses," I said, sounding genuinely thankful. "For now, please keep this to yourself." "Uh, yeah," was all Sam could muster before turning and leaving. I hope he shows, I thought to myself, standing in the garage with the talisman in my hand. I knew that there was some significant prep work to do before tonight, so I went to it. After making sure the kids were both packed, as well as myself, I set the airplane tickets and hotel reservation information on the nightstand. Easy to spot. I set out some recommended travel clothes for Sam. If he was going to be in my body, a thought making more excited with each passing moment, he's going to need a lot of help. I had a feeling this was going to be much harder on him than it would be on me. Oh, leave him a note, I thought. There were a million tips and pointers he needed to know, but how could I fit that all on this sheet. I scribbled furiously, trying to be helpful, but not too specific. Oh! I need to thank him! Satisfied with the job I had done, I set the note on my nightstand and continued to get everything ready. The remainder of the day simply flew by. Matt stopped to ask me why I was in such a jovial mood, and all I could say was that I was excited for tomorrow. Understandably so, since vacation was starting for all parties involved. As I bounced around the house, already feeling younger, I was still taken aback by the fact that if everything went as planned, I was going to be able to spend the next week in the young, strapping body of a 17-year old. Frankly, that is most exotic vacation anyone could ask for. Finally the kids went to sleep, both getting more and more excited about tomorrow's trip. I did feel a pang of guilt about leaving them like this, but I knew they would be fine. Everything would be taken care of, and we would all come back happier, right? Well, maybe not Sam. I justified my decision by saying that he was getting a free trip to Mexico. Even if he was in my body. It couldn't be that bad. Looking at the clock every three minutes was getting tedious, but finally at 1:20am, I went to my bedroom and changed into a pair of sweats. I kept the bra on, as to spare Sam the shock of unfettered breasts from the get go. As I made my way out to the end of the driveway, I saw Sam walk up. I almost expected him to back out, but here he was. In the flesh, so to speak. "You sure about this," I said, hoping beyond hope he wanted to go through with it. In what seemed like a moment of clarity for Sam, he muttered, "No, this is going to be so weird, but the bottom line is that it gives me a great vacation with Matt, and gives you a great vacation without any responsibilities. Let's do this." Walking into the garage, we gave our best effort to brief each other on the big things. He told me where his notes were, and I told him all about what to do tomorrow. "Matt had some a glass of wine with dinner, so he's out. I gave Lucy an anti-histamine before bed, so she's not budging," I explained. "Okay, we'll both grab a side with one hand, putting our fingers in the respective indentations." Sam did as directed. "On the count of three, say 'Make me Susan', and then we'll see if my uncle was telling the truth." "....One," I said, staring hungrily into Sam's eyes. "....Two." Sam said, still looking slightly apprehensive about this. Too late now... "...Three!" "Make me Sam." "Make me Susan," we said simultaneously. Almost like watching oil shift colors in the breeze, the shades connecting the indentations began to pulsate into one another. Reds were colliding with blues, forming beautiful shades of purple, which was offset by veins of yellow and black rolling through the middle. The talisman felt slick, cool on my fingers. That's when it hit me. My vision burst into a kaleidoscope of blurred colors, every shade imaginable. A wave of excitement rushed over my body, as the thought of this actually working made my heart flutter. I felt something, almost like I was falling, but there wasn't any wind or turbulence around my body. It was as if pure gravity was pulling my consciousness back into reality. The sensation increased, as did a persistent ringing sound in my ears. The experience crescendoed until I felt completely lost. Then it stopped. All of it. Everything. There was only black. Hardly able to contain my excitement, I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw made me just about the happiest girl in the world. Standing rigt in front of me was the 48-year old body of Susan Clark, mother of two, with her eyes held tightly shut. I quickly realized this means that it worked, and looked down to see my new hand still holding onto the talisman. Tonwar's Luck, completely unbelievable. Looking back up, I saw that my old body had managed to peek open her new eyes. "Sam, is that you?" I said, loving the new baritone voice I was able to use. I couldn't wait to see what else this body had in store for me. "Mrs. Clark, I... I can't believe this," Sam said, clearly taken aback by his new, motherly voice. I smirked on the inside a little. In Sam's rush to get a free vacation to Mexico, he may not have considered what life would be like while he was down there. "What do we do now?" I mustered to say. "I don't know," Sam said, shrugging his shoulders. He looked down at his new breasts, probably having felt them shift and move for the first time. Good luck with those, buddy, I thought. What couldn't have been worst timing, there was a commotion inside. Clearly, somebody was awake. "What do we do?!" Sam said, panicking. I knew that it was probably just one of the kids getting a drink of water, but figured this would be a great chance to get this party started, so I acted equally worried. "Sam, I left you a cheat-sheet on the nightstand in my bedroom. You still have a few hours to back out before the flight leaves tomorrow. I have to go, I don't know how we would explain this to Matt." And with that, I snuck out the side door of the garage and started making my way back to my home for the week. With only the tiniest amount of worry in the back of my mind, I faced the upcoming week with a new feeling of vitality. Luckily, Sam's house was only a few blocks away. He had left an easy entrance available to his bedroom, so I was easily able to sneak back into the house. Not only did he leave his window unlocked and opened, Sam's body was lighter, leaner, and way more agile than my old body. A fact that I was extraordinarily excited about at the moment. Once I was in his room, I turned on his light and checked out my new surroundings. Things seemed pretty much standard for your average high school student. Some clothes on the ground, posters on the wall, and other random bits that were a part of a larger organized chaos. Looking down, I noticed my body definitely fit the new environment. Basketball shorts and a t-shirt were Sam's weapon-of-choice this evening. Admittedly, I was pretty happy with his decision, since it really made me feel the part I was going to be playing in the upcoming days. Underneath the shorts and shirt, I could tell things were going to be very different. The absence of my breasts felt so liberating. Instead, I had these two, firm pecs. Heck, I could even make them move a little bit by flexing. Everything just seemed more.. pert and taught. My hands were larger, covered in smooth skin that was tanned from the warm summer. Brown and blonde hairs sprouted from my new forearms, which were now almost double the size of my previous body. Moving up my inspection, I started to realize just how strong Sam was, at least in comparison to my mom-body. His biceps and triceps weren't enormous, but they had some girth to them. I rubbed my shoulders with my new hands, getting used to the broad stature of my new body. Moving down, I could feel some definition in Sam's abs. Again, he wasn't a supermodel, but the boy was young and athletic. It was at that point that I knew I had also inherited Sam's hormones. As my hands moved down my abs, I could feel my biggest change yet. After almost five decades with a vagina, I could feel an unusual stirring in my shorts. By the way my face felt flushed, I knew that Sam's body was becoming aroused. And although, with all my heart I felt guilty about this, I continued exploring. I moved my hands down my pants and felt it. Firm, it was sensitive to the touch, and felt so different from anything I had ever felt in my life. I rubbed up and down, doing what I knew so well, but what was so different from this point-of-view. I kept this up, having had some experience in my younger, more provocative days, until wave after wave of illicit pleasure washed over me. But then it ended. Like really quickly. That's it? I thought, with a grin on my face. Really? I was actually a little surprised. As a woman, the experience might take a little more effort, but the payoff was exponentially better. Still, I felt completely relaxed, and suddenly sapped of energy. I sat down at the foot of Sam's bed, being overtaken by a feeling of exhaustion. Body swapping must be hard work. That, or this explains why men always want to go to bed after... well, you know. I slipped off the t- shirt I was wearing, turned off the light to my bedroom, slipped under the sheets, and was passed-out within 2 minutes. Sleep that night was wonderful. The kind of sleep where you dream of surreal things, like floating through the town square or that everybody owns a cat and they bring them everywhere. I eventually slipped into a dreamless, deep sleep. I'm guessing that was my body attempting to recover from the stress it had been put under. When I came to, my eyes fluttered open and I stretched my arms high above my head. Yep, still in Sam's body, I confirmed, smile from ear to ear. I knew that I had nothing to accomplish this day, which was a wonderful feeling. I also knew that I would have to return this body soon, so I figured I should make the most of it. I walked over to the bathroom across the hall, and was greeted by what is colloquially known as 'morning wood'. That wonderful experience made this trip to the bathroom especially entertaining. How do you boys get anything done with this thing around, I pondered briefly, knowing good and well these boys didn't ever get anything done. After I had cleaned up, I was decided to make my way back to the bedroom. "Well, there you are, you lazy bum," I heard from behind me. Here it is, I thought, the moment of truth. Was I going to be able to pull off being Sam? I turned around to be greeted by Sam's mother. "Uh... hey, mom." Nailed it. "Sam, you didn't finish mowing the yard yesterday. Take care of that or you'll be walking around town with no car for the rest of the week," she said and she moved past me with a huge basket of laundry keeping her arms full. "Okay. I'll get right on it," I replied, giving her a thumbs up and a cheesy grin. Kids do that nowadays, right? Remembering Sam's recollection of his lawnmowing woes, I wasn't exactly thrilled about having to take care of this menial job. However, I still made my way to the back yard. I mean, if I'm going to be in the life of a high schooler, I may as well embrace all the aspects of that life. I futzed around with the lawnmower for a few minutes before I was finally able to get it to start. The yard was sizeable, but nothing I couldn't manage in my old body with a few breaks. I started off with the back yard, which took about 30 minute of pushing, then I knocked out the sides of the house. What was so astounding was that I felt great still. No fatigue, no exhaustion, no need to stop at all. Youth truly is wasted on the young, I mused. I was able to finish off the job without stopping once. Still, it was already in the low 90s and humid, so I finished off the front yard without my shirt on. Yet another enjoyable aspect of male sex. I had just finished up the chore when I saw a familiar face walk up. Stephanie, no doubt. And again, I remembered Sam's woeful story about her acceptance into an Ivy League school, spelling gloom and doom for their relationship. "Hi, Sam. What's up," she said. "Hi, Stephanie. Just finishing up some yard work," I said as I wiped the sweat from my brow with my shirt. "Look, I need to congratulate you for getting into college. I mean, I'll miss you, but that is too awesome of an opportunity to squander. Seriously, we're going to see you on TV as a politician or doctor or lawyer or something." The sincere gesture seemed to really mean a lot to her, and she came up and hugged me, sweat and all. "Sam, let's enjoy the rest of the summer first," she whispered into my ear. Over the next few days, Stephanie and I were inseparable. As a woman, I knew what she wanted to hear, and I was able to give it to her. When I wasn't spending time with Stephanie, I was diving into a collection of Sam's mother's books. She thought it was odd at first, but once we started discussion them over dinner, she began loving the fact that I was reading her material. Stephanie and I would text each other back and forth. 'Miss u', 'c u soon', and all other sorts of abbreviated words in text form. At time I felt slightly guilty for using my womanly expertise to make Stephanie smile or make her want me, but I made sure she kept her eye on the prize, which was college. After a few days of chit-chat via text, I coaxed Stephanie into coming over to my house, or Ms. Clark's house, since I knew they were out of town and I knew how to get it. It didn't take much, but it turned into a magical night. I looked down at myself, still glowing from that night's activities. Then, I looked over at Stephanie, and decided I was doing a great job filling in for Sam. I could get used to this, I thought to myself. Stephanie broke the comfortable silence. "You really know what you're doing down there," Stephanie said and she curled up on my chest. I just smiled, closed her eyes, and quietly drifted back to sleep with a grin on my face. The next morning after Stephanie and I went our separate ways, I finally reached out to Sam. I figured if something was going wrong, he'd email me, so my mind was pretty much at ease at this point. Sam's life has been an incredible vacation, and I wanted him to know everything was going just fine. Sam, Having a great time. Stephanie and I are doing great ;) Things are running smoothly here and I'm having the time of my life. "Susan" I finished typing it up and hit send. I mean, I hoped everything was running smoothly down there, what could Sam possibly be doing in my body that could be bad? I spent the next few hours putzing around the house, reading outside, and giving mom a hand with the chores. I could tell she was enjoying having the extra help, and I didn't mind. I knew exactly what she was going through with a few kids in the house. Hmm, maybe she could use Tonwar's Luck after this all over with, I thought. That afternoon, Stephanie and I met up for some frozen yogurt. I had a lot on my mind, but there was one thing in particular that I had resolved to do. "Stephanie, I want you to have a smooth transition to school. Anything you need, just ask me. I'd even help move your stuff out to Rhode Island. I'm not trying to say we'll be together forever, but you can count on me to be your friend," I said sincerely. "You would really do that, just for me?" Stephanie said. "Sometimes you know exactly what you want from life," Sam's body said. "But Rhode Island is so far from here," Stephanie said. "Just think about it. I want you to have the freedom you deserve in college, but my offer still stands," I said. "If you decide it's not best, then let's just keep being great friends from a distance." Stephanie was taken aback by how mature Sam was being about her going to school. Could it be that he's really changed for the better? We hung out for another few hours around town, just walking and talking. It was great being able to be so care-free with another person. It was just so liberating. When I got home, I hopped on my laptop to check my email and saw that Sam had gotten back to me. As I scanned the email, each line made my face frown a little harder. Those horrible, mean-spirited things he wrote, that boy is a little terror running around in a 48-year old woman's body. And he apparently thinks I'm ugly and fat! "Well that tears it," I said aloud as I began working on a reply. "If Sam thinks he's doing such a better job in my body, even though he's 'old and disgusting', how's he going to like it when I threaten to keep his body." At this point, I was actually mad enough to consider it. I could just... lose the talisman. No one would know, no one would believe him. It would just disappear and he'd be stuck like that forever. Then I bet he wouldn't be so unappreciative. After sending the email, I closed my laptop and went to bed, angry as a hornet. I was still in disbelief that he felt like he could say those things to me. The nerve of that child. The next morning I awoke to a text message from Stephanie. She told me she was going to be busy today, but that maybe we could meet up tonight or tomorrow. Seeing the text was probably about the best way I could've started the day, because I was still on fire from what Sam told me. I went ahead and opened up the laptop to see if Sam had received my threat... err, email. What I saw actually surprised me. The boy had apparently been scared enough by my email to do a little self-reflection. "Suze, I'm an idiot, first and foremost. You didn't deserve that. None of it. I had too much to drink, which isn't an excuse. I really do appreciate everything you do. This isn't about the vacation or Mexico or Matt. This is me saying that I appreciate you and who you are. You're kids are wonderful, you've done such a great job raising them, and they are lucky to be related to you. I know you're mad, and you have the right to be. Do whatever it is you're going to do, because I deserve it. Just know that I understand who and what you are now, and I thank you for that opportunity. Ms. Clark My jaw dropped again. Sam was quite the rollercoaster of emotion, I thought. But admittedly, his words struck a chord in my heart. The boy might be an idiot, but he's just a boy. Live and let live, I suppose. With only two days left in this body, I went ahead and kept up with my normal routine. Reading, chores, and time with Stephanie. It was all too wonderful, but I knew it had to come to an end sometime soon. The next night, I knew what needed to be done, so I told Stephanie how I felt about everything, and that if I acted differently over the next few days that it was just my nerves and hormones. She accepted my advanced apology, and sealed it with a kiss that was hands-down the most amazing kiss of my life. I felt my heart flutter and I felt some action down- under. As we pulled away, I told her 'thanks for everything, I'll never forget it.' I made my way over to my old house and that's when I saw him, sitting braless in a lawn chair. Real classy, Sam, I thought. "So, we did it, huh," I said. Even though it was a complete relief to see him, we still had a little trouble making eye contact at first. No doubt we knew each other better than anyone could image. "Yeah, we made it," he said reassuringly. "Look, I'm really sorry," I began to say. "Don't," Sam interrupted. "I was out of line. You're a really great woman, and I hope you enjoyed my body as much as I enjoyed yours," he said with a meek smirk. I raised an eyebrow, not expecting to hear that from me. "Well, yes. You'll find my debrief on your desk at home, nothing too wild happened while you were gone. And thank you for this. You gave me the greatest gift a person could ask for," I sincerely stated. Another pang of guilt hit me about saying 'nothing too wild'. "You deserved it. So... are we going to do this?" Without hesitation, I went over to the box where she had kept Tonwar's Luck. And there it was, it all of it's glory. We went through the ritual, as brief as it was. "Make me Susan." "Make me Sam." Just like the first time, I felt like I had no control over what was going on. My vision blurred and everything sounded muffled. Then I was falling, faster and faster, into a black abyss. And without warning, it stopped. There was only silence. I felt different. Not bad, just different. I felt too petrified to move, but I eked open one eye, and saw Sam Mack staring right back at me. "Sam?" I said. He nodded back. "What now?" he asked. "Well, we're back. I guess that means we should get back to our old lives." "And Tonwar's Luck," he probed. "I think it's time I pass this on," I said, tossing the rock up and down in her hand. I had someone in mind already. "Susan, I really meant everything I wrote in that email. You're wonderful, and I'm lucky to have had the opportunity to spend a week in your shoes." "Sam, you're a good kid. Let's get coffee this week." //The End// For real real, not for play play.