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Sister of God
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A faint breeze reverberated inside the old cathedral, as bright streams
of autumn sunlight shone through the stained glass windows, painting the
tranquil interior in a warming array of color. Past the wooden pews,
Father Enrique kneeled before the altar with his hands clasped together
in prayer.
He was a kindly, white-haired old man from Spain and his wise blue eyes
exuded wisdom and experience beyond his years. As a young man, he had
immigrated to the United States as a priest and by time he was forty he
was given his own church. He had served the community faithfully for
several decades both as professor of theology at the local university and
as holy ambassador for God.
The serenity was suddenly disrupted when a figure pushed through the
ancient wooden doors. Isabel nervously glanced around as she shuffled
down the faded red carpet to the altar. She had been summoned by Father
Enrique yet she did not know why. As befitting for a nun in training, she
wore a prim and proper gown and her long hair was pulled back in a bun.
She wore a pair of plain glasses not because she needed them, but because
it toned down her appearance and kept men from leering at her.
Isabel despised men. After high school, she made her vows of abstinence
not only out of faith, but out of disdain. As far as she was concerned,
all men were nothing more than chauvinistic assholes who thought of
nothing but sex. She believed that they all lived under an oppressive
patriarchy and that the system was skewed to make women fail and make men
succeed. Father Enrique was the only one who understood her point of
view. That's why she was taking his theology class in school.
"Good morning Father Enrique," Isabel greeted.
Enrique stood up and turned around with a smile. "Good morning sister
Isabel."
"Why have you summoned me holy Father?" Isabel asked demurely.
"There is something I must show you." Enrique explained, "Follow me."
They walked through a side door and into the sunshine. They walked on a
gravel path that soundly slowly through a decaying garden. Tall oak trees
swayed gently in the breeze sending shimmering shadows across the grass.
They reached a granite patio where thirteen candles were carefully
arranged into a circle with a pile of firewood stacked in the middle.
"What is all of this?" Isabel asked with a great amount of curiosity.
"Before I say anything, I need you to be open-minded. Let me explain
completely and then I will let you ask questions."
"Of course, Father," Isabel nodded.
"Do you recall the trip I took to Jerusalem? I talked about it during one
of my lectures."
"Yes, you found an ancient manuscript bound with human skin."
Enrique nodded. "I've been studying it for several weeks. It's written in
an ancient language that's long been forgotten, but I think I may have
finally deciphered the language with the help of some computer programs;
translating has become much easier since the days of the Rosetta Stone.
I've read some of the pages that were still in tact, and from what I can
tell it appears to be a book of spells. What you see on the patio, is one
of the ritual described in the book. Supposedly, it is a spell designed
to switch souls between two participants. I've decided, as an experiment,
to perform the ritual to see what if anything will happen. I thought you
might want to be here as the second participant."
"What?" Isabel was shocked but she tried not to show it. Had the old man
gone mad? Everyone knew switching bodies was impossible.
"I know you're skeptical, but it can't hurt to try."
"I don't know Father Enrique. I feel like this goes against the teachings
of the Church."
"Why would the Church be against this? Jesus walked on water and turned
water into wine. And surely you've heard of the Holy Grail. Imagine if we
could make one of those miracles real." Enrique looked expectingly at
her.
"But what you speak of is insane. You can't really believe this will
work. Perhaps you forgot to take your pills again?"
"I assure you I'm perfectly fine, and serious."
"Come now Father. This is ridiculous. Switching bodies is impossible."
"Okay, how about a little incentive then. I'm going to retire soon. What
if I were to leave you everything in my will? If you indulge in this
experiment, I'll leave you my car, my mansion, and all the money in my
bank account. As a priest, I've never been married and I don't have any
children."
Isabel hesitated but she had to admit she was intrigued. Father Enrique
was a really wealthy man. "Okay, but, for the record, I don't think this
will work."
"Good, I'm glad you accepted. The spell can only be performed between two
willing participants."
"Let's just get on with it," Isabel exclaimed impatiently.
"Step into the circle," he commanded.
Isabel nodded and walked within the circle. Enrique followed careful not
to step on any of the candles. He read a couple alien words from his
leather bound book. Then, he pulled out his lighter. Each of the wicks
were alit with a small blaze. With a violent burst, the pyre exploded
into a ball of flames.
"Now we both must sit."
Isabel tried not to laugh at the hilarity of what they were doing. If he
wasn't playing a joke, the old man had truly gone crazy. Then she
reminded herself of all the money she was due to inherit. With a
reluctant nod, she crossed her legs and sat down in front of the bonfire.
"Just one more thing." He took out a knife and cut his palm slightly
allowing blood to flow outwards and into a brass chalice. "Now all I need
for the spell is some of your blood."
Isabel felt a bit uneasy. What if they really could switch bodies? Father
Enrique seemed so sure. But she reminded herself that magic wasn't real
and it was silly to think otherwise. She nodded taking the knife and
cutting across her palm.
"Thank you," Enrique smiled warmly taking the cup and pouring the blood
into the bonfire.
Almost immediately, the pyre began to glow with an eerie green light. And
then, the candles began to darken as if being burned by some invisible
flame, while a glowing green smoke began to plume out of it. Isabel began
gasping for breath almost as if there was no more oxygen and then
suddenly everything went blank.
---
With a groan Isabel opened her eyes, then quickly shut them again to
protect herself from the bright sunlight. She felt tired and achy. Her
senses seemed to return slowly. The next thing Isabel saw was a lovely
young woman smiling contentedly at her. It was herself!
Isabel tried to scream but all that came out was raspy gasp. In a frantic
effort to try convincing herself that it wasn't real, that it couldn't be
real, Isabel grasped at her body, searching for any sign that it might be
some sort of illusion or hoax. And she found none. Every inch of her body
seemed to reflect one very truth: she had become a lethargic old man.
"Thank you for switching bodies with me. It feels so wonderful to be
young again," Enrique said in Isabel's sexy voice.
"Give me back my body," Isabel wheezed struggling to get words out of his
mouth.
"I will, Isabel, but you have to be patient. The reversal spell cannot be
performed so soon," Enrique smiled charmingly.
"Please Father Enrique..." Isabel begged again with an old scratchy
voice.
"Don't forget that you agreed to switch bodies with me."
"Yes, but I didn't think it would actually work... just change us back,"
Isabel tried to fight back tears.
"I told you I will, in due time."
"When???"
"Well, I want to try this new body out for a while. I mean I've never
been a girl before," Enrique giggled as his slim fingers ran down smooth
vibrant skin with glee, "How about we switch back in a week?"
"What! That's way too long. Please, in the name of Jesus Christ, give me
back my body." Isabel complained.
"Don't speak of the lord's name in vain. It's unbecoming of a pious woman
like yourself, or rather myself," he giggled again, "Now for the next
week, you need to pretend to be me. I don't want people to start thinking
I'm crazy. You know all the sermons by heart. You should make a fine
priest."
Absently, Isabel nodded realizing that her begging wasn't getting her
anywhere. Father Enrique was a godly man. He wouldn't leave her trapped
in his loathsome male body. That would be morally wrong. She just needed
to wait a week then this whole nightmare would be over.
"Thank you for being so understanding, Isabel, or should I say 'Father
Enrique'," Enrique giggled for the third time. "I'm going to have to take
my leave now. You need to prepare for Sunday prayer and I don't want to
keep you. Adios."
"Wait!" Isabel cried out to no avail. Her whole world view had just been
shattered. It had just sunken in that they had really switched bodies.
She was now trapped in Enrique's old body while the real Enrique had
taken possession of Isabel's young one. She looked on desperately as her
former female body walked away and around the corner.
---
Enrique got into Isabel's old Honda Civic. For a while Enrique just sat
there with his hands on the wheel not really believing that the body swap
had really worked. He could feel the weight of his new breasts on his
slender chest, the silky hair tickling his back. He brought his new small
hands towards his face feeling the soft creamy skin. He pinched it softly
to make sure he wasn't dreaming. To his great pleasure, all he felt was a
small jolt of pain. His body felt very different, but oh so good.
Slowly and tentatively he pressed his dainty foot on the gas pedal. The
car sputtered crankily at thirty miles per hour. He drove to Isabel's
downtrodden apartment, a tiny place compared to his former house. Back at
the bed room, he stared at his new face in the mirror. He was amazed at
what he saw. Instead of the his old 64 year old grizzly face, he saw a
stunning 19 year old heart-shaped one, with alluring blue eyes and
enticing red lips. Even without makeup, Isabel was absolutely beautiful.
Enrique pulled the bobby pins, and his long curly dark hair cascaded
down, loosened from the tight bun. It flowed loosely and beautifully
around his face, and as he took off his glasses, he could see a real
beauty hiding behind Isabel's prim formal facade, a face so drop-dead
gorgeous that it would put a Victoria Secret model to shame.
Enrique quickly stripped naked. Underneath all the layers of cloth was an
absolutely stunning hourglass figure, the kind of goddess-like body that
men could only have wet dreams of, perky breasts above a toned stomach
with flaring wide feminine hips. He twirled proudly this way and that,
drinking in the perfect curves. He didn't state it publicly, but ever
since Isabel joined the convent, he had been attracted to her. Seeing her
hot naked body in front of him was making him incredibly horny.
Although he had planned this swap for months, Enrique couldn't wait to
try out his new beautiful body more intimately. He stretched his sexy new
young body across the soft satin bed. All the new sensations on his
sensitive skin felt amazing and it was making him feel unbelievably
aroused, but there was no dick in his pants, only a tight wet slit. He
gasped, long lashed eyes widened in wonder as he slipped a slender
feminine finger into the moist wetness of a tight hairless pussy with a
wet slurp.
"Mmmhmm!" moaned Enrique, his two full creamy breasts hardening rapidly
with arousal. His two fingers were deep in his pussy even as vaginal
juices dripped down his perfect thighs. He used his thumb to rub his
sensitive and engorged clitoris, the pleasure building as he used his
other hand to squeeze and grope his swollen boobs. Soft happy moans
became faster and faster until they were breathy gasps. With a final
squealing moan, he exploded into an awesome orgasm and he panted hot wet
gasps as he lay spent and sticky on the bed.
"Oh my God," he groaned, gasping for air. "That was amazing! Better than
I could have ever dreamed of." For a moment, he just laid there basking
in the warm afterglow of the the amazing orgasm. He had never felt so
much pleasure in his life. It sure was nice of Isabel to agree to switch
bodies with him. He had never experienced anything like this as man.
He walked over to Isabel's closet. As he expected, Isabel's schoolmarm
wardrobe was filled with prim and proper clothing, designed to cover up
more than to entice. Enrique of course disagreed. God had granted woman
beauty in order for to be shown, not hidden. After taking a long shower,
she decided to go to the mall to buy new clothes.
---
Isabel fumed as she looked over Father Enrique's notes for the day's
sermon. His handwriting was messy and the words seemed to get duller and
duller. Her new eyes couldn't seem to focus properly. As she tried to
rise of his chair, she almost fell over due to her arthritic bones. Oh,
why had she agreed to swap bodies? She wanted to so badly to go back in
time and reverse her decision. Yet, how could have she known it would
work?
She hoped that Enrique wasn't embarrassing her in her former body. How
horrible would it be if he decided to masturbate while in her body? She
shuddered to even think about it. She tried to console herself that
Father Enrique was a priest and that he would never do anything salacious
in her body.
Several hundred people began to pour into the church as the bell tolled.
Isabel took a deep breath and exhaled with a hacking cough. Her lungs
were much less efficient than her former young female ones. It was time
to go out in public as Father Enrique for the first time. She hoped that
she wouldn't screw it all up. After making some changes to Enrique's
notes, she stood up in front of the audience.
"Good morning. I hope everyone is well."
Isabel spoke her sermon nervously at first. As she gained confidence, she
began to speak more eloquently. To her surprise, everything went smoothly
and no one noticed anything wrong. They even gave a standing ovation when
she finished. She thought to herself smugly that this job wasn't too
hard. Perhaps she, as a 19 year old girl, was an even better orator than
Father Enrique.
When the scheduled proceedings were over, Isabel went out into the crowd
to mingle. She was able to garner several hundred dollars of pious
donation to the church. She noticed that everyone talked to her with
great respect and deference. Men. Women. Boys. Girls. They all looked to
her for guidance and advice, about their day to day lives, their life
after death. Even the mayor came by to say hi. Isabel felt empowered to
be their mentor. As a woman, people rarely talked to her for any other
reason than lust. She felt like she had been right to think that people
treated men and women differently.
After that, Isabel met with her, or rather Father Enrique's, lawyer to
discuss her, his, will. As Isabel looked over the numbers, she felt
herself salivating. When she was back in her old body, she would come to
inherit a lot of money and property. She signed the papers naming
'Isabel' as inheritor of all of Father Enrique's possessions.
When the day was over, Isabel got into Enrique's shiny and expensive
Mercedes and drove back to Enrique's opulent house. The house or more
appropriate mansion was decorated with beautiful Renaissance paintings
and tapestries. Isabel had never been around so much wealth before. At
first she was excited but then Isabel began to feel extremely lonely.
Father Enrique didn't have a wife or any living relatives to speak of. He
lived an extremely reclusive life outside of work. Isabel wanted to go
back outside and enjoy her new wealth, but her new body tired easily. By
the time it was 9'o clock she was already fast asleep.
---
In the department store, Enrique had chosen a collection of incredibly
sexy and provocative clothing. As a priest, he had always been repressed
sexually. Now, he couldn't wait to parade one beautiful article of
clothing after another on his sexy young flesh. Everything from elegant
evening gowns to alluring sleepwear; it all looked amazing on his
incredibly hot new body.
He left the dressing room clad in a virginal white blouse with the top
couple of buttons open, displaying a tantalizing valley of cleavage. His
breasts tugged at the remaining buttons in an enticing manner while his
firm nipples strained against the thin translucent cloth leaving almost
nothing to the imagination. The blouse tapered tightly around his narrow
waist and flat stomach before vanishing into a very short red skirt,
which flared around wide feminine hips. Below the hem were smooth curvy
legs leading to two three-inch heels on his dainty feet.
Enrique knew that he couldn't afford all these clothes with Isabel's
pitiful bank account. Knowing that the clerk was staring at her with an
obvious personal interest, he confidently sashayed down the main aisle,
his obviously bra-less breasts jiggling and his hips swaying to each
step. As a former man, Enrique knew that he looked absolutely stunning
and he was going to take advantage of his newly acquired beauty.
Stopping at the cashier counter, he pulled his slender shoulders back,
thrusting his exposed, low cut cleavage out more prominently. He placed
the bag on the counter, smiled a radiant smile at the cashier, and said
in a sultry voice "I decided to wear some of the clothes early. I hope
you won't mind."
The cashier's eyes looked they were about to pop out of his head. He took
a moment to swallow and gather his senses. "That's okay. I just need to
scan the tag."
"But I already tore them off," Enrique pursed his ruby-red lips into a
pout.
"I'm sure I can find the prices on my computer," he sweated. He turned
around to his monitor trying his best not to stare at Enrique's breasts
and obviously not succeeding.
Enrique rose his exquisite eyebrows before smiling charmingly at the
cashier again. "Why don't you just give me a discount?" he whispered in a
very sexy mummer. With a seductive flourish, Enrique slipped two fingers
down the middle of his cleavage, pulling out a twenty-dollar bill and
holding the folded money between the tips of two white-tipped nails.
The cashier's eyes flitted from the twenty-dollar bill to the cleavage,
to the woman's ruby-red lips, to her alluring blue eyes, then back to the
cleavage being prominently displayed for his enjoyment. Not lifting his
eyes from Enrique's obviously firm chest, he stammered "Sorry, no."
"Really?" Enrique tilted his head to the side with a girly pout.
"I can't..." he maintained but his will was clearly faltering.
"What's your name handsome?" Enrique practically cooed.
"Joe. My friends all call me Joe. But my real name is Joseph. My parents
call me Joseph. You can call me Joe though," he replied nervously.
"Very nice to meet you Joe," Enrique smiled again, "My name is Isabel and
I'm a poor college student. I'm already having trouble making ends meet.
Would it be possible to make an exception for me? I promise I'll make it
worth your while." He licked his lips. Tossing his hair back, Enrique
smiled seductively as he unbuttoned his blouse slowly and deliberately,
each button revealing more and more of his perfect lightly-tanned skin,
until his perky breasts popped out of their confinement. Once the blouse
was open, he ran his dainty left hand over his smooth skin from his firm
breasts down to his naughty navel cooing softly in pleasure as he did so.
"You like what you see Joe?" Enrique asked coyly with a sexy whisper. "I
know I do." He looked down at his young and sexy female body
appreciatively.
The clerk didn't respond, but it was clear that his eyes appreciated what
they were seeing.
"I can tell you like these beauties," Enrique laughed merrily, "Come on
touch my breasts. I know you want to."
The clerk could not stop his own hands. He knew it was wrong but they
were too beautiful. The mammaries felt soft yet firm on his searching
hands. His cock stiffened even more in his pants.
Suddenly and without warning, Enrique pulled himself up to tiptoes, then
he slid his hands up, around the clerk's neck, and pulled his head down,
toward his cleavage. Enrique felt his hot breath on his breasts, and he
felt the boy's entire body tremble with desire. With a triumphant grin,
Enrique let the clerk lift his head, then Enrique gave him a long sensual
kiss on his lips and backed away.
The clerk blinked his eyes almost not believing the stunning hot babe in
front of him had kissed him. Turning to stare at Enrique again, he stated
in a shaky voice, "I guess I can give you a discount."
"Good choice," Enrique smiled infectiously revealing pearly white teeth.
After buttoning his blouse back on, he held out his hand with the twenty
dollar bill. As he handed it to the cashier, he lightly rubbed his
fingertips against his palm suggestively. The cash register flew open and
Enrique's twenty dollar bill as well as several of the clerk's flew into
the tray.
"Thank you so much Joe," he blew a kiss at the clerk before picking up
the bag and walking very seductively out of the door, knowing that the
high heels and indecently short skirt made his legs and ass look very
hot. As he strolled through the mall, Enrique couldn't help but notice
that every guy in the mall was staring at him with obvious lust. It was
so intoxicating and pleasurable to know that his new body was so
gorgeous. He was so much sexier than the real Isabel who didn't deserve
this wonderful body.
When he got home, he got onto his laptop and created an Instagram account
under the pseudonym 'isabel69'. He took a couple sexy selfies of his
curvaceous bikini-clad body and posted them online. Within several hours,
he had gained several hundred followers. 'Isabel' positively glowed when
'she' read the comments. You're so beautiful
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