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Altered Fates: "Temptation" By Brad M. & Zapper Synopsis: Harold's stepdaughter, Alicia, is willful, dishonest, and a thief. At seventeen she is gorgeous and eager to explore her body with her boyfriend Chad. Alicia blames Harold for everything that goes wrong in her life and her mother Hanna is at her wits end. Enter the medallion of Zulo. Warning: This story contains explicit content. It takes a dark turn as power, magic, and madness come into play. Note: The rules established for the Medallion of Zulo are bent a bit in this story. *** PART ONE *** By Brad M. *** Harold's POV *** "I'M GOING OUT! DON'T WAIT UP!" the shrill voice of my step-daughter echoed through the house. I dropped my pen on my desk, my hands reaching for my temples. 'Must she continuously shout like that every time she's leaving the house? Why can't teenagers just calmly and quietly approach their elders and make them aware of their departure? Is that too much to ask for?' I thought. My eyes made their way back down to my work. At least with Alicia gone for the night, her mother and I could enjoy a nice quiet evening alone. It is Hanna's birthday tonight after all and that means we can, 'Oh shit, I almost forgot.' "ALICIA!! HOLD UP A SECOND!" My voice carried through the whole house. I almost threw out my back as I leaped from my seat towards the bedroom door. An old football injury in high school that had never truly healed and years of lifting boxes in a warehouse during college did a number on my back. Today it felt especially bad as I'd sat uncomfortably at my desk the majority of my morning. "ALICIA! WAIT! DON'T LEAVE," I shouted louder this time, my voice booming through the hallway. I stifled a laugh, thinking how ironic it was that I was now shouting. I almost lost my footing, again, flying down the steps and when I looked up I caught the annoyed eyes of Alicia, standing in the open front door. Her spandex covered leg tapping impatiently as she crossed her arms over her well-developed chest. "What do you want, HAROLD? Can't you see I'm trying to get to my Yoga class? You know how unpleasant I can be when I haven't had my Yoga fix." I rolled my eyes. Right, cause she's such a joy to be around otherwise. I got lost in her deep blue eyes, just for a second. She really is her mother's daughter, no doubt about that. In the looks department that is. As far as personality goes, however, Alicia might as well be the Bizarro Hanna. While my wife is not only beautiful, she is also the sweetest and most caring woman I've ever met. I know most men would say that about their wives, but Hanna truly is a saint. Alicia, on the other hand, must get her attitude from her father. A scum bag who left his wife and only daughter to go do God knows what in Europe. They haven't heard from the jerk in years. Good riddance, I say. "Well, spit it out! What do you want?" Alicia spat. How a voice so sweet could spew so much venom was beyond even me. "Alicia, you can't go out tonight, remember? We have a nice dinner planned this evening for your mother's birthday. You know how much it would mean to her if you were there." The young girl didn't even make eye contact with me. She casually picked a bit of lint off her exposed cleavage and flicked it, her eyes watching as it slowly floated to the ground, "And what about you?" I gave her an odd look, "What about me?" She smiled seductively, "You said it would mean a lot to my mom if I was there. What would it mean for YOU if I was there?" I bit my lip. God this girl was a pain in the ass. Since the day I met her mother Alicia has given me nothing but grief. I was hoping things would change once Hanna and I were married but if anything they got worse! I would have thought after having such an emotionally abusive father her whole life that a guy like me would be a breath of fresh air. A part of me wondered if Alicia thinks I had something to do with her dad leaving. That I drove her parents apart. It's true Hanna and I work in the same office together and have been friends for a very long time, but that's all it was. A friendship. "Well?" Alicia asked. I couldn't even hide my frustration and I let out a long deep sigh, "It would mean a lot to ME, Harold Weston, if you, Alicia Winters, would grace your mother and I with your presence at dinner this evening." Even though my words came out through clenched teeth, Alicia was eating this up, "That was so sweet of you to say, Harold." She slowly approached me, her hips swaying with every step she took, and placed a hand on my cheek. "But the answer is, no. I have a date with Chad tonight. Ta-ta!" She playfully slapped my cheek, spun around, and made her way out the door leaving me in a rather sour mood. She HAS to get this attitude from her father. There is no other explanation! ------ It was around 4:00 in the afternoon when Hanna called me. After being knee deep in paper work all day just the sound of her voice was enough to lift my spirits, "Are you excited for tonight?" There was a long pause before Hanna responded, "Yeah, um... sweetie. About tonight. We might have to change our plans a bit." My heart sank. I booked our reservations months ago! "I don't understand. Is everything alright? You aren't hurt or anything are you?" "No no no no no, sweetie, sweetie, I'm fine. Me and.... Ashley are just leaving the spa now. I'll explain more when I get home. But trust me, tonight is going to be a night you'll never forget." Before she hung up the phone I could hear Hanna's younger sister, Ashley, giggling in the background. I don't know what those two were up to but it at least sounded like they had a blast at the spa. Ashley had been planning this for weeks and I thought her idea meshed perfectly with mine. She and Hanna could spend a sisterly day together getting some much needed R&R while I was able to get all my work done during the day. Then, once they returned, Ashley would "tag" me in and I'd whisk Hanna and Alicia away for a nice dinner. Well, just Hanna and myself since Alicia decided to be a brat. I put all my work into a manila folder and threw it in the filing cabinet. A sigh of relief came over me and I leaned back in my chair, confident in my days work. I thought about Hanna's last words to me. "A night you'll never forget." Sounds kinda kinky. Not something Hanna would normally say but I liked the sound of it. Rocking in my desk chair, I glanced across the room at a picture frame with mine and Hanna's faces smiling out of it. Both of us grinning ear- to-ear. It was the day I proposed to her in the park. She looked so beautiful that day. And that smile... wow. As I thought back on what was probably the best day of my life, I had a nagging sensation in the back of my mind. Something didn't sit right with me during our phone conversation. But what was it? Maybe it was nothing but something in the way Hanna was speaking to me. It was just... "Sweetie!" That was it. She called me sweetie a number of times. I can't remember the last time she called me that. I shrugged and leaned back in my chair again. I kinda liked the sound of that. "Sweetie." *** Alicia's POV *** What an incredible work out! I love how my body feels after a good Yoga class. Plus, there were a few new guys in the classes today, most of them positioned behind me. They thought they I couldn't notice but I caught their reflection a few times. Silly boys, the walls are covered with mirrors! I chuckled to myself thinking of the one guy, with the cute stubble, checking out my butt. These pants do make my butt look amazing. Glad he was able to enjoy the show. But now it's time to see the only boy that matters. At least for now. Chad. Normally I would go home and shower and change there but I already made a big stink with that jerk Harold so I can't go back there. Plus, it's always hot to tease Chad a bit. We haven't had sex yet but I want tonight to be the night. I am ready. And what better way to get his blood pumping than to show up at his house, unexpected, all hot and sweaty from Yoga, asking to shower at his place? Oh my God, he's going to DIE. Ha ha. Once I reached my car I opened the door and threw my bag onto the passenger seat. I stole a look at my reflection in the rearview mirror, brushing some loose strands of hair stuck to my forehead with sweat. God, I look sexy even when I'm all hot and bothered. Chad has to be the luckiest guy at school. I could have my choice of anyone but I chose him. It doesn't hurt that his parents are loaded. Not that I need the money, we're super well off. Mom and Harold do very well for themselves. But I can't be seen with anyone other than a rich boy. What would that do to me social life? Being seen with a scrub? Ewww, no. Chad is the perfect guy for me, right now. Only a select few have been worthy of sleeping with me. Word around school is that I'm a bit of a slut. I know these things because I have ears all around that dump. But the truth is, I'm not. I have had sex but only with a one guy. Please, I don't share a body like this with everyone. Why does no one understand this? You need to work hard to get with this! And yesterday, Chad passed the test. He didn't need to buy me anything or tell me I was beautiful. He did that stuff all the time, anyway. No, yesterday he gave me "the look." We were joking around in his car and I caught him staring deep into my eyes. That's the look I wanted to see. He was locked in. He cared for me. And now, tonight, he's going to get his reward. *** Harold's POV *** Hanna would be home in any minute and since it seemed our plans for dinner were being nixed I decided to surprise her a different way. I left a note on the door saying that I ran to the store to pick up a "surprise" for her birthday and would return in a few hours. My neighbor, Steve, let me park my car in his garage as to throw Hanna off the scent even more. I lit some candles around our bedroom and pulled the covers off the bed. I looked at the roses sitting on the table, the ones I was going to present before dinner, and thought of throwing some of the pedals over the bed. Nah. Too tacky. Suddenly, I heard the front door slam and the chatty voices of Hanna and her sister echoed through the quiet house. I couldn't make out what they were saying but I could sense Hanna got my note and the girls giggled. I quickly stripped off all my clothes and sprawled out naked on the bed. I tried a variety of different poses, even one with one of the roses in my mouth but after cutting my lip on one of the thorns I tossed it to the floor, feeling stupid. "I am bad at this," I chuckled to myself. I heard the front door slam. Ashley must have left. I hit the light switch next to the bed and immerse myself in darkness, quickly flip around several more time trying to find a good position as I heard Hanna making her way up the staircase. I settle on a pose and hold perfectly still, my manhood beginning to stir at the thought of my beautiful wife entering the bedroom. The door creaked and Hanna's silhouette filled the doorway. "Harold! What are you doing here?" she squeaked. Her voice hitting a pitch I've never heard before. Before she could say anything else I leapt from the bed and embraced her in a deep, warm kiss. Her lips felt softer than usual, and fuller. She seemed to squirm in my arms as my hand made its way up her shirt and around her... large... very large breasts?! In my moment of confusion, she broke our kiss and pushed me back. Hanna must have hit the light switch next to the door because I was temporarily blinded. Once my eyes came into focus I was face-to-face with Ashley! "HOLY SHIT! Ashley?! What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you were Hanna!" My 26 year old sister-in-law uncomfortably adjusted her massive breasts. A look of disgust on her face. That look didn't seem like it was directed at me though. Strangely, it seemed like she was directing her irritation at the unpleasantness of her giant bosom. "Jesus, how does Ash deal with these things all the time? Feels like my back is gonna give out at any minute," Ashley, complained. I stood, transfixed in equal parts by horror and confusion. Ashley adjusted her bra, cupping her breasts as if I wasn't even there... open mouthed, staring at her. "Ash, I am SO SO sorry. I thought you were Hanna and I was trying to surprise her. I would never, EVER come on to you like that. I was trying to surprise my wife and you came in here and it was dark and I..." Ashley clamped her delicate hand over my mouth, her long fingernails lightly tickling the hairs on my cheek. "Honey, it's alright. It's me, Hanna," she said, her arms falling to her sides, presenting her voluptuous body to me. I could barely keep my jaw shut, "I don't understand. How could you? How do you look like Ashley? I don't..." I trailed off as I looked up and down at the woman claiming to be my wife. Then it hit me, "Ohhh, I get it. This is some kind of a joke you and Hanna are playing on me. Nice try, girls." I put my arm on the apparent Ashley's shoulder and gently guided her away from the doorway. "Honey! You can come out now! Jokes over. Ashley told me everything. You got me! You definitely, definitely got me!" I stood there, awkwardly, waiting for Hanna to reveal herself. All the while Ashley gave me a sly look, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed and tapping her foot impatiently on the carpet. It looked almost exactly the same way Alicia was tapping her foot this morning, a habit she'd picked up from her mother when she was agitated. My eyes slowly made their way up Ashley's curvaceous body until they finally met her piercingly blue eyes. Although it was definitely Ashley's younger face looking at me with those incredible eyes, I could feel my wife's glare from behind them. "Like what ya see, honey?" she asked, spanking her ass playfully. Her voice absolutely oozing with sexuality. I was at a loss for words. The gorgeous woman before me claimed to be my wife but with the body of my sister-in-law! I wanted to stare but I kept diverting my eyes. This whole thing felt wrong. Ashley, or Hanna, as she claimed to be, slowly made her way in my direction. The look in her eyes was unmistakably Hanna, so did the way her lip curled up to the right when she had a wicked smile, but it all looked so different with Ashley's face. I raised my hand to protest and Hanna swiped my arm and forced my hand over her breast! She maneuvered my own hand over the perfectly shaped orb on her chest and pressed against my fingers, giving it a squeeze. Even with the tank top and bra, the difference between Ashley's breasts Hanna's was remarkable. She took her hand off of mine but I continued to squeeze and massage her fleshy mound all on my own. With both hands now free, she used one arm to wrap behind my head and pull me into another deep kiss. I was not used to Ashley's lips on my own. It didn't feel right. But they were moving with the same love and affection Hanna always had when we locked lips. I lost myself in her embrace until I felt her hand wrap around my exposed member. The idea of another woman's hand on my penis must have startled me and I pulled back, accidentally slamming my head against the wall. Hanna giggled. Jesus, that laugh. Even with Ashley's voice that is undoubtedly my wife's laugh. What the fuck is going on? This makes no sense! "What's the matter, honey? Haven't you ever wanted to be with my sister? I know she thinks you're cute. For an older guy, that is..." I'd heard enough and pushed her away. Not hard, but enough to let her know I wasn't joking around, "This is too weird, Ashley. Why are you acting like this? This isn't you." I couldn't help but notice the way her chest jiggled as her breasts fell after she let out a deep sigh, "I'm sorry. This must be freaking you out. Part of this whole... thing," she gestured to her current form. "Is that I've taken on a few of my sister's more... flirtatious traits. Amongst a few other things as well, I've noticed. Ash seems to have a pretty high sex drive, though that doesn't really surprise me. I guess that experiencing it for myself is throwing me off." She must see the utter confusion in my eyes and so she reached into her purse and pulled out an old looking medal of some sort. No, more like a necklace or a medallion. She hung it from the tip of one of her elongated nails but when I went to reach for it she pulled back, "Uh-uh, no touchy. Not yet." "What is it?" I asked, not entirely sold on the fact that what she was showing me was the cause of her transformation. "It's a magic medallion, silly. What's it look like?" "Truthfully? It looks like a cheap piece of crap!" I said. My patience was wearing thin. I did not like this game. A part of me still felt I was in the middle of some elaborate prank but I know my wife and the woman before me IS my wife. I just know it! "Well this piece of crap let me borrow my sister's hot little body for the time being. She looks like me now, by the way, if that wasn't obvious. She's the one that called you earlier, pretending to be me." I thought back to the conversation, "Sweetie..." She gave me a knowing glance, "I knew you'd catch on. I kept slapping her arm every time she said it. I was sure she'd blow our cover!" I took pride in the fact that I knew my wife well enough, even over the phone, that something was amiss with our conversation, "I knew something was up, though, body swapping was not high on my list of possible explanations." She playfully slapped my arm, "Oh stop. I was just as surprised as you. This little trade of ours was part of Ashley's birthday gift to me. What better way to celebrate turning 39 than by living in the body of a 26- year-old for the day. Right?" She hit my arm once more. Again, with the playful slapping. That was definitely an Ashley mannerism, not one of Hanna's. An annoying habit of my sister-in-law that I've always been too polite to comment on. "Though I don't see how lugging these boulders around on my chest is much of a gift. More like a curse!" she shook her chest allowing her tits to sway from side-to-side. "I can't believe I'm admitting this but I am SO glad she was the one born with the big breasts. Not me. Although, I am in looooooove with these legs." Hanna's fingers slowly ran down every inch of her bare leg. I could feel "Little Harold" starting to get excited and turned to face the wall. This made Hanna snicker, "You always were a leg man, weren't ya honey? This must be driving you up the nuts." "So how long are you going to look like... this?" I asked, refusing to look back in her direction. I heard a thump, meaning Hanna stopped caressing her leg and dropped her foot back down to the floor. "Well, according to Ash, you are stuck in the body of the person you changed into for at least 12 hours. That's the rule." I gave her a quizzical look, "There are rules to this thing? How does Ashley know all this? And how on Earth did she come into possession of such a thing? This type of stuff doesn't happen in real life!" I could feel my blood pressure rising again. My eyes had made their way back to my wife as we were speaking and Ashley's form was starting to have an effect on me again. Something about that hot, young body with my wife's mind inside was making me sweat. Hanna could sense my frustration. "Honestly, I didn't ask many questions. I was in too stunned at being transformed into my little sister! Though Ash did mention that she and Marcus played with the medallion a lot. After some trial and error, they discovered it lasted about 12 hours," she brought a finger to her nose as she stifled a laugh, obviously remembering something. "They found out the hard way there was a time limit. Poor Marcus had to go to work at Hooter's for a full shift! Oh, what I would have paid to see that." My eyes widened, "Wait, you mean... Ashley and Marcus became each other?" "You seem surprised? Haven't you ever wondered how the other half lived? Or more specifically, thought about what it's like being me?" She gave me a wink and playfully lifted her tits. Obviously forgetting that she wasn't herself at the moment. "I mean, I guess, yeah, maybe... I don't know. I mean I think every guy has thought about it or wondered about it. But it's impossible to know what it's like to be someone else. Right?" Hanna reached into her purse and pulled out a wadded up article of clothing and tossed it in my direction, "Here, try this on." I caught it mid-air and unfolded it to reveal a large basketball jersey, "I'm not wearing this. I'll look ridiculous!" Hanna snorted, which sounded adorable coming from Ashley's body, "Yeah, you probably would. Good thing I don't need you to actually wear it." Suddenly a foreign object flew from her hand, right towards my face. My instincts kicked in and I caught it with both hands, the jersey in- between. Then when I saw that it was the medallion I couldn't resist touching it. I felt a slight shocked and I dropped both objects. "That stung! What the fuck was that?" "Oh don't be such a child. It was a small bit of static shock, if anything. And don't worry, you'll find out soon enough." My heart began to race. What did she mean by that? What's going to happen to me? Am I going to transform too? But into what? Oh no, no, no this is not happening. Beads of sweat began to form on my forehead and I glanced nervously in Hanna's direction, "What did you do?" She bent over and picked up the jersey from the floor and the medallion fell out, bouncing once on the soft carpet, "Well, honey, since you seemed so nervous about touching me while I'm wearing this body I figured I'd make it easier on you. It's my birthday today and I want to sleep with my husband. But if you're not willing to have sex with Ashley's body, I thought you might find it more acceptable if you wore her lover's body." My heart stopped. It was only for a second but it felt like an eternity in my mind. That's when I looked down and noticed my skin seemed a slight shade darker. The top of my arms are especially hairy and it makes my pale skin look darker than it really is but turning them over and checking out my underarms definitely showed a difference in color. Before I had time to curse in Hanna's direction, I felt a weird tingling sensation overcoming the majority of my body. I couldn't quite place it until I reached up and scratched my chest that I realized my chest hair was receding. In fact, all my body hair was! It was hard to notice at first but the longer I stared at the brown strands on my arm the easier it was to see them pull back into my skin before my very eyes! It was hard to decide what was more mesmerizing: the vanishing hair or the ever darkening skin it was receding in to. Hanna watched with a wicked smile plastered all over Ashley's adorable face, though, her eyes were focused mainly in one region. My crotch. My eyes made their way down and saw that "Little Harold" wasn't so little any more. Hell, he wasn't too little to begin with but the monster that was forming between my legs was horrifying. I reached for it with my now much larger hands and marveled at the sheer size of my enlarged appendage. When I turned in Hanna's direction this time I had to tilt my head downward more than before. I was growing in all sorts of places and I'd just realized that I was now 6 inches taller than usual! Then I felt cool air against the top of my head as I literally grew closer to the rotating ceiling fan. My fingers ran across the top of my scalp. I felt the tiny remaining buds of hair sink into my skull leaving me completely bald. By now I was towering over my wife, gaining a whole new perspective on her and our room. When I felt the changes slowing down I looked over in the direction of our full body mirror. I had to duck down a bit and almost let out a gasp as my big, black hand slapped across my mouth. Or Marcus' mouth, to be exact. My finger grazed my lip and I noticed the cut I acquired from the rose thorn was completely gone! I flicked my head back and forth between Hanna and the mirror, "This is..." I start to say but was shocked by the deep baritone that escapes my lips. "Amazing, right?" Hanna finished my sentence for me. Though, "amazing" isn't the word I was looking for. I clenched my fist and flexed my right arm causing formally unseen muscles to erupt from my ebony skin. I was jacked! I cleared my throat again before speaking in an effort to sound like myself but when I opened my mouth that booming voice still burst from my vocal chords, "Jesus... I sound like fucking Barry White." That warranted a giggle from Hanna. She casually swayed over in my direction and parked her ass on my enormous thigh. This caused my new member to jump with excitement, "Holy hell, this thing is outta control!" Hanna lifted my chin up to meet her beautiful, sparkling eyes, "Listen, we don't have to do anything you don't want to, alright? But this is an extraordinary opportunity we've been given and it would be a shame to waste it. Do not think of this as cheating. I may be wearing my sister's body but I will in no way hold this against you in the future. I want this. I want you! I would have preferred you in your own body but I thought turning you into Marcus might make the situation a little less weird." I lifted my hands up to her face, "'Less weird?' You think turning me into a 6'8" black man with a monster dong would make things LESS weird? Babe, you are crazy!" Hanna reached behind her and snagged a pillow which she immediately whipped at my head. My new body was quicker than my old one but not fast enough to catch it and I took it right in the face. We both fell back onto the bed, laughing. "This is gonna take some getting used to," I said, flexing my muscles once again. Suddenly, I had a thought and I leapt from the bed and started bending my body in all kinds of positions. Hanna gave me a curious look, "What are you doing?" I bent forward and touched my fingers to my toes, "My back, babe! It feels incredible! It hasn't felt this good in over 15 years!" "I'm glad you're enjoying it," Hanna looked at the clock. "Tell ya what. I'm gonna run downstairs and grab us something to drink. Maybe loosen us up a bit. What do ya say?" She came up beside me and put her arm around my waist. We both looked at the reflection of the hot young couple smiling back at us. "Go for it," I said. *** Alicia's POV *** I slammed my car door and stormed up the driveway to my house. I could still hear, Chad, in my mind, shouting at me to stop, not to go home. I'd ignored him, of course. Jeez, men are such assholes! Tonight was supposed to be special and that jerk had to go and ruin everything! Didn't he know how much this meant to me? For God's sake I ditched my own mother's birthday for this and he ditches me because his mom needs him to watch his little sister. ARGGH! And then he wanted me to wait until he got back! I reached into my purse and grabbed my iPhone, "Shit, its 11:30. Better go in through the garage just in case mom and Harold are sleeping." I noticed mom's car wasn't out in the driveway and Harold's isn't even in the garage. Hmmm, maybe they are still out celebrating. But why take two cars? Whatever, like I care. I cover my nose walking through the garage. I hate the smell of motor oil. So disgusting. As I reach the door leading into the house I notice a note from Harold. "Seems the jerk went to pick something up for mom. Probably something stupid that my mom will hate and she'll pretend to love it just so he's happy. Gosh, the things she does for that guy. What does she see in him? So old and out of shape. My mom could get any guy she wanted! Even at 39 or however old she's turning today." I ripped the note off the door and as I entered the kitchen I tossed it in the nearby trash can. As I rounded the corner I found a giant bottle of Jack Daniels sitting out on the counter with half a glass sitting next to it, unattended. I nervously looked around to see if anyone is looking and snatched the glass from the tiled table. "What do you think you're doing?!" a voice came from behind me. The shock caused me to jump, spilling a little of the whiskey. "Ow, what the fuck? Why did you scare me like that?" I turned and came face-to-face with my Aunt Ashley. "Ash! Oh, I'm so sorry. What are you doing here?" Ashley gave me a knowing glance, "You weren't gonna drink that, were you?" Her eyes never breaking contact with my own. I put the glass back down on the counter, my hand still trembling a little from the scare. "Maybe I was. Maybe I wasn't. Come on, Ash. You wouldn't tell my mom if I did, would you?" I saw something in my aunt's eyes at that moment. It was brief but I saw it. Before I could say anything she asked, "Have I ever given you alcohol before?" The way she said it confused me. She wasn't asking rhetorically. She was genuinely concerned, as if she wasn't sure if she had or not. "Of course not!" I reassured her. This was the answer she was hoping for and she let out a small sigh of relief. "What are you doing here anyway? Not that I mind you coming over." The question caught her off guard, "Oh, right. Well, the birthday festivities with your mom got a little crazy. I thought it'd be best if I just crashed here tonight." She grabbed the glass of booze from the counter and gulped it down. Some of the brown liquid trickled down her neck and into her enormous cleavage. My God my aunt was stacked! I've so jealous of her tits though mine are already bigger than mom's and aren't too far off from Aunt Ash. Ashley wiped the alcohol from her chest, "Oops! Gosh I am such a spaz tonight." "Sorry I missed out on the fun," I lied. I didn't care what they did tonight. Tonight was supposed to be about me and Chad fucking for the first time and the asshole ditched me. Does he have any idea how hard I work to keep my body in shape? My body is fantastic and deserves the attention of a man. I want him to run his fingers all over every curve of my body. Most importantly, I want him inside me! I must've been lost in thought cause Ashley snapped her fingers in front of my face, "Earth to Alicia. You alright? What were you doing tonight anyway?" I hadn't properly thought out a lie yet since I wasn't expecting to run into anyone this late at night, "Oh, ya know? Just, like, stuff." My answer didn't impress her, "So this 'stuff.' I'm assuming it was more important than your mother's birthday? Must have been some really cool 'stuff' then. I know how much your mom wanted to see you tonight." "Look, Ash, I don't need a lecture from you. Mom has that ass-face Harold. I'm sure they had a blast tonight without me!" I said. I looked Ash up and down, "Seems you all had a great time without me." I made another reach for the Jack Daniels and she smacked my hand away. Her face turned sympathetic, "Look, I know what it's like to be a teenager. It's been decades but I still do remember!" I tilted my head in confusion, "Um... and by decades do you mean several years ago? You're only 26, Aunt Ash." The alcohol must have really done a number on her. My aunt is sloshed! I love it. "Right, ha! Where is my mind?" she lifted the bottle. "Oh yeah, here." She poured another glass. "All I'm saying is that I was a teenage girl once too and at that time EVERYTHING seems so important but I assure you, it isn't. When you get to be my age you'll look back and wish you spent more time with your mother. More importantly, you'll wish you treated poor Harold better. He cares for you so much, and you treat him so poorly. He sees you as his own daughter. I mean, the guy is 10 times the man your father wa-" I snatched the bottle of whiskey and walked away, "Do NOT talk to me about my father! Jesus, Ash, you're starting to sound like my mother, ya know?" "Hey, you can't take that bottle!" I heard her shout from behind me. When I didn't answer I'm pretty sure I heard her mumble "brat" under her breathe. I couldn't be sure though. Whatever, I've had a rough night. I deserve a few shots. *** Harold's POV *** I awoke the next morning with a mixture of pleasure and severe head pains. I let out a massive moan, much deeper than my normal voice, and covered my hands over my face. I could feel the light trying to creep through my fingers. Down below it felt like my morning wood was moving on its own. As my senses slowly began to return I realized where the pleasure was coming from. My eyes opened to reveal my sister-in-law sucking on my dick! Wait, that wasn't my dick! I jumped back, hitting the bed frame. Everything came back to me all at once. The medallion. Hanna. Ashley. Marcus. Me! I'm Marcus. Hanna is Ashley. Holy shit that was no dream. Hanna wiped her mouth and gave me a disappointed look, "Jeez, watch it with that thing. You could have put my eye out!" She giggled, mischievously, and started crawling slowly up the sheets towards me, "I thought you always wanted a morning BJ." "It's all real. The whole thing was real," I said in disbelief. Hanna ignored my comment and rolled over on her back, grabbing two big handfuls of her enormous chest. "Sure is, honey. You were incredible last night. The way you used that body as if it were your own... wow! I'm still taking it all in. You knew just how to pleasure this body, that's for sure. I knew this was a good idea," I looked across the room and saw the reflection of a large black man with a beautiful, blonde haired woman curled up next to him. She caught me staring in the mirror and tilted my head to meet her eyes, "That was the best birthday present ever. Thank you." I let out a sigh. I don't remember much after the transformation though I do know alcohol was involved. I must have overdone it due to being in Marcus' body. I reached over to the nightstand only to find nothing there. We weren't even in our own bedroom! "How did we get in the guest room?" Hanna giggled, "Oh, right. Wow, you really don't remember anything do you? Last night I went downstairs to grab some alcohol and ran into Alicia sneaking back into the house. Of course I had to pretend to be my sister as to not arouse suspicion. I thought it would be wise that while in these forms we crash in the here for the night just in case Alicia decided to snoop around and wonder why Ashley was sleeping in her mom's room." Makes sense to me, "Speaking of which, won't she be wondering where you are? Where Hanna is, I mean?" "Don't you mean where WE are?" I folded my arms with a huff, "Me? Yeah right. Like she gives two shits where I am right now." It was true. Sure, I may have sounded a bit childish just now but it's how I feel. I give that girl everything and she still treats me like dirt. "Oh honey, don't be like that," she said as she made her way over to the mirror. She played with her hair a bit and made several poses, "I'm gonna miss this body a little." It sounded like she was mainly saying that to herself. I took the moment to survey my current form. I definitely feel more powerful, that's for sure. Don't think I like walking around with this third leg dangling between my legs though. It was fun to try out, I guess, but I'd definitely like to return to my normal self. I got out of the bed and searched the room. My long, lanky legs made crossing the room a breeze. Bending over, however, proved more difficult as I sifted through clothing looking for the medallion. Hanna was able to pry her eyes away from her reflection for a second to notice me, "If you're looking for what I think you're looking for, it's still in our bedroom. I'll go grab it for you. Don't want Alicia to catch you looking like that." She adjusted her bra once more in the mirror and headed out the door. I admired my muscles some more while she was gone. I'm gonna miss being so strong but being in another man's body just felt wrong to me. Curious, though, I dropped to the floor and began doing pushups. With my lean new figure and bulging biceps, pushups were no longer the stress inducing pain in the ass they usually were. I got up to 32 before Hanna returned, though, I felt I could have done another 30. Easy. Hanna tossed me the medallion and one of my work shirts. The moment it touched my skin I felt that familiar tingle and a faint sigh escaped my lips. Soon I would be back to my average, old self. And I was fine with that. It was interesting to watch the changes this time, knowing exactly what was happening without all the anxiety of the first change. My skin was returning to its normal shade and hair began to protrude from my body. A huge grin formed on my lips and I looked up at Hanna, her face slightly disappointed. She doesn't want me to change back. I can see it in her eyes. "You know I can't look like Marcus the rest of my life, babe. I'm perfectly happy being me. I hope that doesn't disappoint you." Her eyes grew wide and slightly tearful, "Oh my God, honey, no, no, no. It's not that." I approached her and wiped one of the tears from her cheek, my hand shrinking ever so slightly before my eyes. "It's me, not you. I'm not... I'm not ready to be 39 again." I brought her close and embraced her tightly. Her head resting against my diminishing pectoral muscles, "It's going to be alright, sweetheart. I had a great time last night but you know what I'm most excited about? Seeing that gorgeous face of yours again. I wouldn't trade you for anyone else in the world, Hanna. You are the woman I love, will always love. But I love you for being you. Not your sister or anyone else." She smiled and hugged me tighter. I could feel her body growing from beneath my arms when in actuality, I was still shrinking. By this point my chin was now touching the top of her head and I pulled back to face her. She rubbed my cheek, "You're so sweet. I'm so lucky to have you." "Yes... Yes you are," I joked. "Now go grab some of your clothes so you can change back into that sexy body of yours." "I will. Soon, I promise. I should wait until Ashley gets here so we can change back together. We don't want to have two Hanna's walking around, do we?" She was right but I felt she was hesitating. The look in her eye told me she wanted to play around with her current form a bit more. I was about to say something but I let it go and gave her a reassuring nod. My changes were about complete and I grabbed my shirt off the floor and buttoned it up, "I don't know about you but I'm starved! I'm gonna go cook us up some breakfast." *** Alicia's POV *** I looked at my clock and saw the bright red glow flashing 8:00. Jeez, it's so early and I don't think I got a wink of sleep! I couldn't stop thinking about Chad and what a dick he was to me last night. I rolled out of bed and let my feet rest on the soft carpet, squeezing my toes against it. Fuck it, might as well start my day off now. I searched through my clothing for something cute to wear. No. No. No. Too slutty. No. Hmmm, no, too pink. No. No. ARGH! My wardrobe is, like, totally shitty. How can I own so much crap? This is ridiculous! I stormed over to my closest and looked some more. No. Nope. Double nope! Eww, that stupid shirt Harold gave me for Christmas. Gag me. "Well, this can mean only one thing," I jumped on the bed and reached across to my night stand on the far end of my room, snatching my purse. I quick glance confirmed my fears. "Shit. No money." No worries, though. I think I can take care of that. I grabbed a pair of my tightest jeans and a black tank top, "Looks like I'm slumming it today." I brushed my hair back a bit and admired my reflection, "Jesus, guys at the mall are gonna be drooling over me today, but that's to be expected." I applied some cherry flavored lip balm and quietly exited my room. The door to mom and Harold's room was wide open. 'Oh, this is too easy,' I thought to myself. The room was cluttered as all hell with clothes and blankets strewn all about. Not wanting to leave anything out of sort, I stepped around all obstacles until I reach my target. Mom's purse. Just a few credit cards, that's all I need. Mom's probably gonna be recovering all day, anyway. Once I had what I needed I crept down the hallway, passed the guest room where Ashley must have been crashing for the night. I stopped dead in my tracks. I could hear a faint whimper coming from inside. A whimper and a moan. My eyes grew wide and my face bright red, a huge smirk on my face. I can't even believe it. Aunt Ashley is masturbating in our guest room! OMG, this is insane! Ha ha, way to go girl! With a body like that I can't say I blame her! Ha ha. I left my aunt to her "business" and snuck out the back door, excited for my little shopping spree at the mall. *** Harold's POV *** Over the course of the following week things more or less returned to normal. We still had the medallion, per Hanna's request to her sister, and she would casually hint at using it again during our conversations. Usually while we were relaxing before bed. Some hints were more obvious than others. Like asking me which women in the neighborhood I'd always wanted to sleep with. "Oh come on, Hanna. Seriously? You know you're the only woman for me," I said. She curled up next to me, running her fingers through my chest hair, "I know that, silly. But if you COULD sleep with any other woman, who would it be?" I shook my head and continued reading my book, "Nope. Nice try. Not falling for it." I could tell she was getting irritated but I was telling her the truth. I didn't want her to look like anyone else. I liked her for her. Having her assume the form of another woman, especially that of someone in our neighborhood, felt wrong. For me to know every intimate detail of someone's body without them even knowing it? No, I couldn't. It was hard enough assuming Marcus' form, something I'm pretty sure Hanna failed to mention to her sister. "Fine. Whatever. But if that's the case than I guess I'm just going to have to do some shopping," she said, sticking her tongue out in my direction. Hanna must love whoever came up with online shopping. Perusing for clothes and accessories soothed her mind when she was agitated and now, thanks to the wonders of the internet, she was able to do just that without even leaving our bedroom. She flipped open her laptop and started tapping rapidly on the keyboard. After a few minutes she let out a concerned sigh, "That's weird." I put my book on the nightstand and leaned over in her direction. The screen showed her bank statements and it appeared some unexpected withdrawals had been made recently. "This doesn't make any sense. I didn't make all these purchases." "Do you think someone got ahold of your debit card information? I told you that you need to be more careful where you purchase online. Some of those sites are dangerous." "No, no it's not that. Look, it says they were made in store," she pointed a dainty finger on the screen, causing the image to warp. I gently slapped her hand away. I warned her that damages the screen but she still continues to do it. Not on purpose, of course. "I thought our bank was pretty good about catching fraudulent charges? Seems like an awful lot of shopping," I said, scratching my head. Hanna's finger scrolled down the list on the screen, her finger occasionally warping the image every so often. I cringed each time it did. A slight chuckle escaped her lips, "Oh she's good. She's very, very good." It took me a second but I realized she was talking about Alicia. Of course. "How can she be so clever and so stupid at the same time?" I gave her a quizzical look. "Well, she was smart enough to do all her shopping at MY favorite stores, none of her own. However, she usually borrows my credit card, never my debit card. She must have snagged it by mistake..." "You can't keep letting her get away with this stuff. It's not fair to you and it's not fair to her. If she thinks she'll always be able to take advantage of you, she will," I tried to put it as politely as possible. As I've said before, my wife is the nicest woman on Earth but that obviously makes her an easy target, especially for her own daughter. Alicia would manipulate her mother constantly and if she got caught she'd manage to turn the tables on Hanna by bringing up her father. It would start with Hanna yelling at Alicia and end with Hanna alone in tears. That's when I would step in. If Hanna couldn't go through with it than I would. I was willing to take the hit for the team. She wants to make someone the bad guy, fine, I'll take that bullet. But there would come a day when Alicia would realize her little mind games would back fire! I let out a faint snicker, "Ya know, if you really wanted to put that medallion to good use, you'd use it to teach that daughter of yours a lesson." As soon as the sentence left my mouth I immediately regretted it. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I winced, hoping Hanna was too preoccupied with her laptop and wasn't paying attention to what I said. I tilted my head and looked at her through one squinty eye. Her eyes were saucers and her mouth agape, "YOU, my loving husband, are a genius!" I need to learn to keep my big trap shut, "Honey, whatever you're thinking. Bad idea. Very, very bad idea! I shouldn't have said anything. I'm an idiot." The more I spoke the more excited she became, "No, you're brilliant. Don't you see? This medallion was given to us for a reason. We have tried and tried and tried to get Alicia to be respectful but to no avail. This, this magical gift we've been given could be the answer. What better way to teach her to respect her elders than to make her live a day in our shoes?" Alright, now I really didn't like where this is going," In our shoes? Hanna, what are you suggesting? You trade places with her? This is real life, honey, not some cheesy movie from the 80's." She grinned from ear-to-ear, "You're right. It is real life. But up until last week you've always been you and I've always been me and then suddenly, we're not. That medallion enabled us the chance to BE Ashley and Marcus. Actually become another human being! This magic can be used to finally knock some sense into my daughter." I leaned forward and sniffed in her face. She pushed me away, "What the heck are you doing?" "Smelling your breath, what's it look like? How much did you have to drink tonight?" she opened her mouth to speak but caught herself. "Don't even try to lie. You already made the face. I know whatever is about to come out of your mouth is a lie." She was about to say something else but caught herself again. Her shoulders dropped to their sides and she laughed, "I may have had a few extra drinks after dinner but, BUT that's not effecting my judgment whatsoever." I gave her a knowing look, "Hmmmm. Money missing from an account. Sneaking booze behind my back AND lying about it. That sounds like something Alicia would do! How do I know you haven't switched already?!" She knew I was teasing her and grabbed a pillow and stuffed it into my face. "You're a jerk, you know that?" I did know that. An adorable jerk that knew how to distract his wife when she had zany ideas such as this. "Am I a jerk, ALICIA? A big mean jerk?" I was beginning to laugh uncontrollably as I continued to tease my wife. "Let me guess, next you're going to say 'HAAAROLD, you are the WORST step-dad in the universe! You're so mean and stupid. After all you've done to provide me with a roof over my head, a fancy car, and let me get away with murder. You are such a looooser and I hope my mom leaves you," I mimicked in my best Alicia imitation. "Does that sound about right?" By this point we were both in hysterics. Hanna wiped a tear from her eye and let out a huge sigh, catching her breath, my resting hand sinking in to her stomach as she inhaled, "You're funny, I'll give you that. Your Alicia imitation was so good, I was almost convinced the two of YOU had switched places for a second there!" she reached over and turned off the lamp on her side of the bed. Now that was a terrifying thought. Me as Alicia? The sheer thought of it made me shudder, "Heh, yeah right. Never in a million fucking years..." *** Alicia's POV *** I managed to talk Chad into ditching the first half of the school day to come over to my house while my parents were at work. Scratch that, my mom and Harold were at work. Harold is bum, not a parent. "So what did you want to show me?" Chad's voice said from behind me. I was deep in my closet looking through the different outfits I bought with my mom's credit cards. I may have gone a little overboard but I should be able to con some money out of one of my "friends" from school before my mom gets her credit card bill. Most girls at school would do just about anything to make me happy, hanging on my every beck and call. I found a top I liked and slipped it over my head, emerging from the closet, "Ta-da! What do you think?" Chad looked impressed, "I think it makes your tits looks awesome." His head bobbed in approval and he made that goofy laugh he does when he thinks he's being clever. He's such a mimbo sometimes. I leaned in front of him, massaging my "awesome tits" in his face, "They do look nice, don't they? You wanna get a closer look?" He gulped, obviously aroused, and nodded his head. I gave my tits another quick squeeze and then pushed Chad back onto the bed. He lay very still, like the obedient boy he is, and I crawled over top of his waist, my legs pressing against his sides. I leaned in fast and planted a wet kiss on his lips. He returned the favor, very aggressively. I loved that about him. So quiet and goofy until I get him all riled up! He leaned up and wrapped his arms around my body, one hand sliding up the back of my shift looking for my bra strap. He fumbled around a bit, unable to properly release the clip, but I ignored his efforts and continued kissing him passionately. He'll get it eventually. His dick was really starting to get hard. I could feel it pressing up against his jeans. I decided it was time to unleash the beast and my hand made its way down to his crotch. I heard a slight tearing sound and paused momentarily. Chad's watch got caught on the back of my new shirt leaving a tiny tear. I was frustrated and he gave me a sympathetic look. "I don't care about the shirt," I moan, ripping it off and tossed it across the room. I didn't even pay for the damn thing! "I am upset you can't even get my damn bra off without my help." I kiss the side of his neck and get to work on leaving my mark when he suddenly bolted upright, almost knocking me off my own bed, "Holy shit! Is that the time?" He was looking at my alarm clock. I exhaled deeply, my heart still racing, "Yes, it is. What does it matter? Things were just getting interesting." I made a move to pick up where we left off but he jumped off the bed entirely. He scrambled to get his shoes on as I stared at him in confusion, half naked on the bed. "I'm gonna be late. I'm gonna miss my test!" "But I thought we were gonna hang here this morning? It's only 10:30," I was pissed. It was hard to hide my disappointment but I couldn't show him my weak side. No one ever sees my weak side. "Yeah, babe. I agreed for the morning but that's it, remember? I have to be back at school before my test. If I don't pass this test my parents aren't gonna give me my car back. I'm getting tired of taking the bus, ya know? And I'm sure you're tired of driving me places." He was right about that. I hated playing chauffeur. "But we were just getting the good part," I teased, my voice sounding pretty damn sexy. He paused and I knew I had him. His guard was down. I went to make my move but he stopped me, "Well, we can finish this up now... if you give me a ride to the school. If not, I gotta leave now and catch the bus." My heart sank, "I can't drive you to the school. If they see me then they'll catch me and I'll have to stay too!" That was a lie, and I'm sure he knew it. I just didn't feel like driving. Or leaving the house in general today. I just wanted HIM. "That's what I thought," he grabbed his cell phone and walked out my bedroom door. "I'll text you later." I stood there quietly for a second while I digested what just happened, my face reddening with anger. I finally collapsed onto my bed, feeling insanely frustrated. I buried my face in my pillow and let out a high pitched squeal only to have it muffled. This is really beginning to piss me off. *** Harold's POV *** Today was just not my day. I hadn't gotten much sleep last night after our little chat about the medallion. I know I was able to calm her down, at least enough to ease her to sleep, but my mind wandered the rest of the night as I tossed and turned. What if she did try something? What if, when I least expected it, Hanna used the medallion on Alicia. I'm sure I'm just being paranoid but I had to make sure. The majority of my time at work was spent going over paper work in my office but my mind was only on the medallion. I should have nabbed it this morning before I came into work but I was already running late due to my oversleeping. I'm sure the medallion would be there by the time I got home it was just the anxiety I'd have to deal with the rest of the day that bugged me. My normal eight-hour shift felt more like twenty so when the clock struck five I packed my briefcase and was out the door in a flash. It was Tuesday, which meant it was my night to prepare dinner while Hanna was at her Pilates class. I was in no mood to cook this evening, last night's lack of sleep definitely taking its toll, I opted to order Chinese during my drive home. If I timed everything correctly, and I usually did, the delivery man would arrive at our door shortly after I arrived home. Twenty minutes later I reached my destination and felt a flash of irritation when I saw that Alicia had parked in my spot in the garage. I parked behind her and shook my head, 'first things first, I have to snatch that medallion.' I thought. I trust my wife, I do, but better safe than sorry. I can keep it hidden in a relatively simple hiding spot. That way if she asks I'll say, "Oh, it's in my desk drawer" or "I saw Alicia snooping in our room so I put it in my office." Yeah, that should do it. I dropped my keys on the counter and as I turned the corner into the hallway I ran smack dab into the teenage princess herself, "Oops! Sorry about that Harold. I really need to watch where I'm going!" The sarcastic bite in her voice told me she wasn't serious. I was about to scold on her skimpy attire, tight jean shorts and a cut off tank top that revealed her bare midriff, but I didn't have the energy to deal with her at the moment. "It's... fine, Alicia. Just be more careful." "You got it, boss," she gave me the wink and the gun and spun around on the balls of her feet. She's up to something, but what it is I'm not sure yet. Priority one, though, is the medallion. I hurried up the stairs, sometimes skipping two steps at a time, and dashed into the bedroom. I paused upon entering. Where did she keep it? I started to rack my brain and remembered the top dresser drawer. Her private drawer. I walked over and slid the drawer open to reveal an array of my wife's undergarments. There, nestled in the back, was the medallion. I breathed a sigh of relief and reached in to grab it but drew it back almost instantly, "Jesus, what the hell am I doing? That thing will turn me into Hanna if I'm not careful." An idea hit me and I went to the bathroom and grabbed my toothbrush and used that to fish the medallion out. I caught it around the necklace and pushed the drawer closed. "Gotcha. Now to put you in a safe place." Suddenly the doorbell rang. "What?" For an instant I'd forgotten that I'd ordered Chinese food! Not having anywhere else to put it, I dropped the medallion in the front pocket of my work shirt, giving it a quick pat, "Safe and sound." I took it slower down then steps than I did going up earlier, my lower back starting to act up again, and opened the front door to greet the nice, young delivery boy. "$28.30," he said, handing me the two over-stuffed bags of food. Wow, that smelled phenomenal. The Kung Pao chicken is my reward for a long, hard day. I reached into my back pocket for my wallet only to find that it was missing. My heart stopped for a split second. Holy shit, where did it go? I know I left the office with it, I'm sure of it. Unless... As if right on cue, Alicia shouted from the kitchen, "HAROLD! Where are your car keys? Your blocking my car in and I need to go pick up Chad!" She wandered into the front entryway to find me standing there, with the delivery man behind me, and an enraged look on my face. "Oh boy..." "Alicia, get over here this instant and give me my wallet back, now!" I tried to keep my voice calm, not wanting to be rude in front of our guest. Alicia groaned and dragged her feet across the floor, like a child. Which is exactly what she was. A 17-year-old child. Stealing my wallet? I'd had enough. I snatched the wallet from her hands. This caught her off guard and she let out a yelp, jumping back a tad. I saw a glimpse of genuine fear in her eyes, something I was never really able to get out of her in all my years. We exchanged glances. She knew I was pissed and was now trying her best to act like she still had the upper hand over me. That I didn't frighten her. We'll see. I pulled out two twenties from my wallet and handed it to the man, "Here you go, kid. Sorry about the delay. Please, keep the change." I didn't even turn my head as I nudged the door closed. I felt bad for not meeting his eyes but I couldn't let go of my gaze with Alicia. I had her in my tractor beams and I wasn't going to let her get away. "You stole my wallet," I said, matter-of-factly. "That little act earlier. You ran into me on purpose, didn't you? Where the hell did you learn a trick like that? Do you pick pocket on the streets or something?" For the first time in a long time, Alicia looked ashamed. She could barely meet my eyes, "It's not like I wasn't going to return it. Jeez, I was gonna give it back." "Give it..." I choked back a laugh. But not a normal laugh. The one you get when you're so furious that it comes out as an awestruck guffaw. "Give it back? Jesus, Alicia, what is the matter with you? You are not an adult. You aren't even a teenager. You are a CHILD. A spoiled little brat who takes advantage of everyone around her... especially your sweet mother." I paused to take a breath, "Heh, 'give it back,' she says. Like the money you stole from your mother? All the purchases you made from her debit card? Yeah, we know about that, Alicia." Her eyes went wide but quickly reverted back to her normal glare. Did I just detect a hint of remorse? I think I did. "I don't have to take this, Harold. You aren't my father!" There is was. Her safe move. She pulled that one out faster than I expected. She didn't even let me finish my rant. I was just getting started! "Don't even try and pull that crap on me, Alicia. I am done with it. I bet you $1000 any girl your age would love to have a father like me. I give and I give and I give and all I get in return from you is 'fuck offs' and cold shoulders. You want to make me out to be the bad guy? Then maybe I should start acting like the evil step-father you seem to want me to be!" Her brow furrowed in a fashion I had never seen before, her normally beautiful face contorted into something of pure hatred. There were tears welling in her eyes and I could see it was taking every ounce of her being to keep them from falling. But she had no comeback. No snippy words, scoffs or frustrated squeals. She turned her back on me and began marching up the stairs. I followed close behind and grabbed her arm by the time she reached the fourth step. "Hey, where do you think you're going? I'm not done speaking with you, young lady." She spun in my direction, her long hair whipped violently in front of my face and stood a full foot taller than me thanks to the stairs, her eyes damp and puffy, "Well I'm done with you! I'm going to get my things and I'm going over to Chad's to stay with him. I am so sick of your bullshit!" Wow, she's reaching the bottom of the barrel with her comebacks. Running away? What a child! I imaged her packing a bundle like I did at the age of 5 when my parents said I couldn't stay up past my bedtime. I grabbed the keys out of my pocket and dangled them next to my head, "And how are you going to get there, smart guy? I'm blocking you in, remember? I highly doubt a princess like yourself could bear walking the five blocks to his house. Oh, and what will his parents say? Do you think they'll just let you move in with their son?" Alicia stared daggers at me for what felt like a solid minute. She didn't flinch once until the moment I broke eye contact and her hand shot out towards the keys. I pulled back in time for her to swipe mostly air, her fingernail nicking one of the keys. She lost her balance in the process and before I knew it she was falling right in my direction. My instincts kicked in and I was able to catch her in time but her weight threw us both off balance and we went down to the floor in a pile. Blackness. I felt someone on top of me moving and I groaned in pain. I slowly forced my eyes open, 'How long was I out?' I wondered. It didn't feel like I'd been out for long, and then I felt someone move on top of me again. Forcing my eyes to focus I saw that I was face-to-face with Alicia's cleavage! I tried to scream but it came out muffled. Slowly she leaned up and then looked down at me confused. My face must have been beet red and then she threw her arms over her chest. "Eww, Harold you fucking pervert! What were just doing with your face in my chest?" "M-m-me?" I stammered. Jeez, I sounded like a nervous high schooler again. "I was helping you! You fell on top of ME, remember? How about a 'thanks for breaking my fall, Harold?' Is that too much to ask?" She scoffed and pushed off my chest with her arms, making sure to press down as hard as she could in what I assume was a cheap attempt at hurting me. When she stood she shook her head, "I feel weird." She scratched at her arms and very quickly, when she thought I wasn't looking, her groin. I leaned forward and pushed up off the ground and the moment I started to stand I heard a loud, metal "ding" noise on the floor tile. I froze. Completely solid. My knees bent, I turned ever so slowly, my heart beating a thousand times a minute. I have a pretty good idea what I was about to see and I prayed to the Gods it was something else. Anything else. A coin. My car keys... I glanced down and my eyes met the medallion sitting peacefully on the floor. I grabbed at my chest pocket only to find it empty. The damn thing must have fallen out when I caught Alicia. That meant it had been trapped between us, touching both of us, for however long we'd been out... A h