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Right Place, Wrong Time, Wrong Body It wasn't until I was stood on the doorstep that I realised that I hadn't been to 'my place' before. I'd been so wrapped up in events and trying to stay close to Peter, that I'd completely overlooked the fact that I had a place of my own. As I thought about it a few memories started to form in my mind; In fact this wasn't just my place. I shared it with a girl called Becky. She was a good friend; she worked at a local fashion store as their buyer. Neither her salary nor mine was particularly big, so we had decided to move in together when I started as a PA. Another memory told me that this was the front door to the building but not our place. We shared a 2 bed flat inside this house that had been converted in to 2 separate 2 bed flats. We lived on the 1st floor and on the ground floor lived 2 guys who also shared. They were Tim & Scott, they were recent graduates who had gotten jobs with a consultancy firm straight from Uni. They were sharing until they had paid some of their loans back and made some career progress. They were nice enough, and helped us out if we needed anything fixing or any heavy lifting. They were always quite flirty, but so far we had held them at arm's length as Becky and I both thought it would make it too complicated and awkward. I used my key and opened the door, I walked past the inner front door to Tim & Scott's flat and straight up the stairs. I used my other key to open my front door. No sooner had I opened the door than Becky sprang up from the couch. "Where the hell have you been? Is your phone broken or something? I was worried about you, I know you went to your brothers, but that was days ago! I've never seen you wear that dress before, did you go shopping? And, your lipstick, it's smudged, if I didn't know better I'd say you just...sucked someone off?!" Wow, Becky talked fast. Maybe it was because I'd obviously been a rubbish friend. I didn't know where to start and the last part had made me blush and look at the floor, I wanted it to swallow me up. I was so ashamed of what I'd done. Becky saw my reaction. "I'm right aren't I, you little slut!" She said winking at me. "Now it all makes sense, you've met a guy and you've been with him. Well spill the beans, tell me all about him!" I spent the next 30 minutes explaining everything about John to Becky, obviously excluding the part where I'm actually a guy. Whenever I talked about him, it was with the same adoration and affection as Donna had commanded. I even got the gooey feeling just talking about him. This came across to Becky and I could see that she was very happy to see me like this. This in itself was infuriating; it was like all the people in my life affirming my new persona. No one saw anything odd, but I guess this was the power of the rings. "Oh Susan, I'm so happy for you. From how you are reacting, I think you might be falling in love. I really hope he is 'the one'." "Thanks Becky, so what did you do over the weekend?" I thought it only polite to talk about her, I didn't want to seem self-centred. "Nowhere near as exciting, I worked all day yesterday and then had a lay- in this morning. By the time I finished yesterday I was tired, so I came back here and watched a movie, rock n roll eh?!" I giggled, this was an automatic response and was natural for my female persona, but it riled me anyway. Becky giggled too. "So, what's your plan for today?" she asked. "Well, I need to speak to Peter. There's something that we need to get straightened out, but after that I'll be free," I replied. "Great, maybe we can do something together?" she asked, sounding somewhat hopeful. "Sure, I'll come back here when I'm done. I'll also check my phone!" Becky seemed very nice, I wouldn't mind spending time with her after I'm back to normal. Maybe I can try out my newfound knowledge about women to woo her. I went to my room, based on Becky's reaction; I knew I had some tidying up to do so that I looked presentable again. Maybe it was better after all that I came back here first. If I'd turned up at Peter's like this then I might have been instantly on the defensive again. With that in mind, I wanted to change from the dress I was wearing to something a little more low-key. In 'my room', I looked through the wardrobe to see if I could find the right thing. Despite my lower salary, I had many clothes to choose from. Then I could see that a lot of them came from the store that Becky worked for. At that moment, I knew that sometimes she got big discounts and other times they would let her keep the display items. I idly flicked through and found a nice plain t-shirt and some jeans. I figured that I didn't need to change my underwear, so I took of the dress and put on my choices. They were fine, maybe the jeans were a bit tight, but otherwise ok. When I sat down at the vanity and looked in the mirror, it was clear that I couldn't leave my hair if I was wearing this. In the dress, it had still been a little elaborate, but now it looked silly. I could either wear another dress or take down my hair. I decided I'd had enough of dresses, so I began to unpin my hair. This proved more difficult than I imagined. The number of pins and clips was astonishing. By the time I was done there was a pile of them on the vanity. My hair was down, but it was strangely wavy. I gave it a quick brush and decided the easiest thing to do was tie it in a ponytail. This whole process reminded me of how long it was, even in the ponytail it hung to just above my butt. Once I had done that, I used a couple of makeup remover wipes to take all of the makeup off my face. Then I moved to the bathroom, quickly used the toilet and then brushed my teeth. By the time I returned to the front room, I felt almost normal. I put on some trainers, transferred my purse to a casual shoulder handbag and then left the flat. Calling out a goodbye to Becky as I left. I didn't drive, so I checked for buses on my phone, there was one due in a few minutes, so I walked to the bus stop. This reminded me to check my mobile. First thing I did was turn the sound on, maybe then I would know when I got messages. I checked for messages, and as Becky said, there were a number of them on there from her. I marked all these as read and moved on. Next there were a couple from John, the first read: 'Missing you already my lover xxxx' The second read: 'I hope you don't mind if I tell my parents about you? They will probably want me to bring you over soon for dinner, but I don't think I could contain my excitement for the rest of the day without giving anything away.' I replied: 'Sure, no problem. Love Susan xxx' I tried not to add the last bit, but my inner objections were futile. Then I saw 2 messages from Peter, my heart skipped a beat. I quickly opened the first: 'Thank you for being so understanding this weekend, Donna and I feel as close as ever now. Feel free to drop by whenever you want today.' Then the second read: 'Donna is out with her mum today, so I'm here on my own if you want to come over.' I couldn't believe my luck, maybe I was close to getting this whole mess sorted out. I replied: 'On my way over now, see you soon.' I purchased a bus ticket on my phone and no more than a minute later the bus came. It took 20 minutes to get to the closest stop to Peter and then a further 10 minutes for me to walk to his. All the way, I could hardly contain my excitement. I couldn't wait for this to be over. I rang the bell at Peter's and waited; he opened the door and quickly let me in. We went through to the living area, he got me a cola and we sat down. As planned before he could put me on the defensive I spoke. "Peter, I know that you didn't mean any harm and as you said before you're probably sorry that you did this. But I think enough is enough, change me back now and give me back my ring." I said as assertively as I could. "Susan, I am sorry that you got caught up in this. And I will give you back your ring," he replied. "Good." I smiled, but then he continued. "But I'm not sorry that I did it. It has meant that Donna and I are closer than ever and a few sacrifices are worth it." I was astounded. "Sacrifices, what sacrifices?! I'm the one who has had to go through all this. What sacrifices have you made?" I was getting mad now and my voice had gone up an octave. "Calm down Susan. I'm only telling it how it is. The sacrifice I have made is to lose the best friend that I've ever had. I'm pretty sure that after this we'll never be the same to each other again." "Well that might be true, but if you turn me back then we can start to get things back to normal," I said. "But, that's what I'm trying to say, the sacrifice I've made is not to turn you back. I don't want to risk my relationship with Donna, so I've sacrificed my lifelong friendship to achieve that." I was shocked, so I went on the offensive. "Just give me back my ring and I'll sort things out myself!" "Fine, I will, but before I do, a little insurance." He took out the ring and placed it on his finger. Before I could react, he said, "You will obey Donna and I at all times," he pulled the ring off and gave it to me. "I don't know what Donna has done to you Peter, but you're not the best friend I knew. I don't even want to go back to how things were. I'll just get someone else to change me back," I spat. "How will you do that?" he asked remaining perfectly calm. "Just ask someone I trust," I stated. "But, aren't you forgetting something? I'm the only person in the whole world who even remembers the old you. As far as everyone else is concerned, you are and always have been Susan, my little sister," he said. My heart stopped, he was right. I hadn't realised how precarious the link to my old life was. The magic was so powerful that there was no one but us that knew the truth. I looked at him, but I had no response. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? You should go make us lunch, then you can think about whether you want to be nicer to me." Before I could argue I found myself walking to the kitchen, I had to obey him and Donna. I started to fetch things from the fridge to make some sandwiches until he shouted through to me from the living area. "I want roast dinner for lunch, the beef and all the trimmings are in the fridge." This annoyed me even more; to cook roast beef with all the trimmings would take at least an hour and a half! I was fuming, but I couldn't do anything about it. Similarly, to when I was in John's kitchen I glided round the room like a natural. After about 20 minutes, I calmed down enough to start thinking it through. Peter had effectively ended our friendship, but I refused to give up on returning to my old self. However, there was one certainty; I would never ask Peter to do it or, even consider giving the rings to him again. The rings held the power to give me what I wanted, all I would need to do is describe how I wanted to be to someone else and they could make the change. I thought about who I could trust and the only person I could think of was Becky. Peter and Donna were out, who knows what John would do, probably make me into and even more idealised version of a woman. That left Becky, she was kind, and hopefully, she would be selfless. All I had to do now was to get out of here and back to my place without Peter doing anything else to me. I decided that the best approach was to let him believe I was defeated. I would play meek and obedient and as soon as I could, I would leave. I cooked the roast dinner and set the table, when everything was ready I called Peter in. He sat down and began to eat. "So have you thought about your situation?" he asked. "Yes, yes I have," I replied. "So?" "I won't pretend that I wasn't mad Peter, I'm still pissed at you for doing this against my will. However, I do see that you are the only one who can change me back, so I have decided that I defer to you. Maybe you will be able to change me back soon, if you think that Donna and you are completely secure?" I had to ask that way or he would be suspicious, I wanted to make him think I was still determined to get back and that I was just biding my time. "Good," he said. "And yes, if I feel that Donna and I are completely secure then we can discuss changing you back." I smiled a wide smile; he had to think I thought I'd won at least a small battle. "Thank you Peter," I said. "You're welcome. Once we're done you can clean up and then make yourself scarce, Donna will be back in a while and you should be gone before then." Just then, my phone beeped letting me know I got a message it was from John: 'Hey Princess, how's it going? Miss me?' "Who's that?" Peter asked. "Oh no one," I responded. "Show me," he commanded. I reluctantly handed over my phone, he read the message and chuckled. Then he started typing a response. "What are you doing?" I asked. "You don't want to keep him waiting, let's see..." he started reading as he typed. "...'Lover, missing you more than I could've imagined possible. I can't wait to be with you again. I just made lunch for my amazing brother and I was telling him how much fun I had with you.' There, send." "Why'd you do that?" I asked. "Just a little fun, lighten up," he replied. The phone beeped again. "Let's see... 'Princess, I can't wait until Wednesday either. I told my parents all about you and they would like to meet you. Are you free Thursday?', hot date Wednesday and meet the parents Thursday, sounds serious." Peter joked, and then he read and typed again. "Ok, you must meet the parents... 'Oh yes, I can't wait to meet the parents who brought up such a sexy, intelligent hunk!'... There, now you can be the perfect little girlfriend for their darling son." "Peter!! Why'd you do that? Don't you think it's a bit soon to meet the parents. We've only known each other a few days," I blurted out. "Susan, you're my little sister, I want you to be happy," he smiled smugly. I decided that arguing was just going to make it worse and I didn't want him to command me to do anything else if I could avoid it. I just sat there simmering to myself. "Nice pout sister! Anyway, I'm done, I'm going to go watch the football." With that he got up from the table and left. At this point his previous command kicked in and I spent the next 20 minutes or so cleaning the kitchen. When I'd done that I immediately grabbed my handbag, put on my trainers and went into the living area to say bye to Peter. "Hey Peter, I'm off now," I said. "Ok Susan, thanks for lunch. Come give me a goodbye hug," he replied. I had no choice but to move over to him, he stood up and wrapped his arms around me. "Thanks for lunch little sis, you're a great cook, you'll make a perfect housewife one day," he teased. My blood boiled, I had to use all my will and self-control not to explode and shout at him. However, there was no point jeopardising my escape, with the rings, now. Therefore, I tried to sound annoyed but resigned and replied, "Mmhmm." He looked a little surprised, but just smiled and let go of me, I quickly made my escape and walked back to the bus stop. I was eager to get back to Becky and try to get some of this mess sorted out. Typically, I had just missed a bus and had to wait. It was nearly an hour later by the time I got home, so it was getting on for 5 in the afternoon as I walked into my flat. Becky was sat on the sofa and she looked a little pissed. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I thought we were going to do something this afternoon and it's practically evening now," she huffed. "I'm sorry, I got stuck with Peter and then I missed the bus." I tried to sound as apologetic as possible, despite both things being completely beyond my control. "We can do whatever you want now, we have the whole evening, you decide." She seemed to perk up at this. "Ok, well as a punishment for standing me up I think you should cook. Then after dinner, we should go to the movies to see that new romantic comedy. You're paying!" I didn't argue with Becky, I needed her to be in a good mood when I told her about the rings. If I were going to get back to normal, I would need her to be in as good a mood as possible. "Anything you want," I said smiling. I trudged off to the kitchen once more and started to prepare yet another meal. I didn't feel particularly hungry and somehow I knew Becky liked Caesar salad, so I cooked some chicken and bacon, sliced up some lettuce, put it all in a bowl with some croutons, mixed it up then added dressing and some cheese on top. I took a bowl through to Becky and I served myself a much smaller bowl as I still wasn't really hungry. It didn't take long for us to eat and Becky perked up considerably. I judged that she was in a sufficiently good mood again, especially as I was now desperate to get back to normal. "Becky, I have something important that I need to talk to you about," I started. "Ok, what's that?" she asked intrigued. I figured I might as well dive straight in, so I pulled out the rings. "The other day I bought these rings. The shopkeeper told me that they were special. At first I doubted him, but over the last few days all my doubts have disappeared." "What's special about them, they look pretty plain to me?" she asked. "Well, the gold one is the master and the silver one is the slave. What I have learnt so far is this: The wearer of the master has the ability to completely control and change in whatever way they desire the wearer of the slave. The slave cannot be removed unless the wearer is in possession of the master. The only people who are aware of the changes are the wearers of the 2 rings, as far as everyone else knows, the change is how things have always been," I summarised. I finished my little speech and as expected Becky looked sceptical. "Prove it," she stated. I handed her the slave ring and she put it on, then I put on the master ring. I could see that she had received the little shock that was now familiar to me. "Is there anything about yourself that you would like me to change?" I asked her. I didn't want to scare her or to force any changes. If I wanted to get my way, she would need to trust me completely. "Well, I always wanted to be taller, I know I'm a couple of inches taller than you, but I want to know what it would be like to be much taller, say 6ft?" she asked. "You are 6ft tall," Is all I said, it was fascinating to see the change from this angle. In just a few seconds, Becky grew to 6ft. Everything around her, including her clothes adjusted to fit. She jumped up from the couch and I stood up too so that she had a comparison. She now towered over me, she was my old height, but I was still 5ft. "Wow, this is incredible!" She had a shocked look on her face. "Believe me now?" I asked. "Yes. This is amazing, the potential is almost unlimited!" She started to get excited. "That's not the end of the story," I stated. "What do you mean?...Wait, you've had changes done to you haven't you? What were they?" she asked excitedly. "Sit down and I'll explain." We both sat down again and then I started on the full story. "3 days ago I was and always had been a man," I started. "What, no, that can't be. You've always been Susan!" I could see the shock, but then her mind started piecing together that it was possible." "Let me finish and then you can ask questions after, ok?" I said. "Ok sorry, go ahead," she replied. I recounted the whole story of the last few days. Each time that I tried to say that I was a man or my name was John I found it a real struggle. I had to pretend that I was playing and then my mind would let me say those things. As I continued, Becky became more and more involved in my story. She laughed at certain bits and looked truly concerned at others. Once I was done I asked her a question. "Please say you believe me Becky?" "I know that I shouldn't, this shouldn't be possible, but I do believe you. I don't think anyone could be that passionate or detailed about a lie. You seem completely certain yourself too." "Thank you," I gushed. "So I take it you have a reason that you've told me?" She asked. "I'm glad you asked. I would like you to help me to get back to normal." Before I could even start to fret over whether she would, she replied, "Yes, of course!" "Oh Becky, thank you. You don't know how much that means to me. What I haven't quite figured out is how, the only people that remember the real me are Peter and I. For obvious reasons I can't ask him, so that just leaves me. So maybe I can describe myself in detail and then you could try to change me how I describe?" "Ok, but that will never get you back exactly how you were. Your descriptions will be mixed with my imagination and you would never be exactly the same. I have a better idea, why don't you change me into you! If you change me in to an exact copy of how you used to be, then I will know exactly what you were like. Then you can change me back and I'll change you!" she stated excitedly. "You know what Becky, that might just work. That's brilliant; I knew you were the right person to help me!" I replied, getting excited myself. "I have one stipulation though. You still owe me a movie, plus I think it'll work better if I have some experience in your body. So, you can change me, we will go to the movies together, then when we get back I will change you back to normal, deal?" she asked. What she said made perfect sense, the more she knew about me the better my change back would be. I felt a little nervous that I wouldn't change back straight away, but I had to trust her. "Ok deal," I said. "Ok, let's not waste any more time. You change me, but if you have any hope of returning to normal you need to give me as detailed changes as possible. I don't know how the rings work, but if possible I think you need to give me all your knowledge and experience?" Becky said. "I agree, I have a mental list, but let's take the rings with us this evening and if I think of more we can add it," I handed her the slave ring and she put it on. I could see her shiver slightly as the shock hit when I put on the master. I sat there for a few minutes working through the list of changes, first with the visible ones and then with the knowledge and memories as she had suggested. Before long I sat opposite, what looked like, a perfect copy of the old me. It felt a little weird, but this was step in the right direction. At least the old me existed again now. Then the changes started to spread and in a few seconds, we sat opposite each other on a much fancier couch in a much bigger apartment. "Wait, what's going on?" I started, but as the changes settled, I started to get new memories. I began to understand that if the new John was the old me, then he would live in his apartment. If we lived together then we were either flat mates or....with that developing thought I looked down. Nestled behind the master ring on my wedding finger was an engagement ring with a sparkly diamond. We lived together and we're engaged! The memories kept coming, as Peter's sister I spent a lot of time around both of them. A little while ago, I had a relationship with another John, which appeared to be the John I'd met on my night out. Our relationship hadn't worked out because in this new version of reality I wasn't the homemaker he was looking for. It was when we split up that the new John and I had realised that we were meant to be together, so we started dating and a few weeks ago, he proposed. We had been living together now for 6 months. John smiled at me, "How do you feel?" "I...I... don't know what to say. I wasn't expecting such a dramatic change, but I guess I should've had some inkling. These things are powerful." As I said this I took off the master ring and held it up. John reached over took the master ring and before I could complain he slipped the salve ring n my finger where the master had been. Then he slipped on the master ring. "What're you doing?" I asked. "I think we should have some fun and you owe me remember. I sat around all afternoon waiting for you to come back from your brother's house. Now it's my turn to have some entertainment. You have transferred all your memories and knowledge to me and I want you to learn a little about being a woman so that when you return you know how it feels. Don't worry, it's just for tonight, I will change you to normal later. Let me see, ah yes, your ideal woman." "No wait..." I jumped to my feet, but it was too late. I felt the changes before I'd even started speaking. I'd always liked shapely women and my ideal woman would be shapely, mad about me and unable to resist my obvious charms. I felt my breasts grow, my hips widen and my butt become more cushioned. My waist pulled in a bit and I actually grew a few inches, this however was a false impression. I looked down and could see my jeans, t- shirt and trainers had changed into a figure hugging black thigh length dress, black tights and 4 inch black heels. My lips plumped up a bit, my eyes fluttered as long lashes returned and then my hair changed into a neat plait that bounced on my butt as it settled. "John, that's a bit unfair!" I stated. "Don't blame me, it's your fantasy not mine!" he laughed. "Fine, if it gives you a better picture of me then that'll improve the final result I guess." Just then, he looked down at his trousers and I could see what he had felt, he was becoming aroused. "Well, this new and very interesting," he said. To my shock and horror, I said, "Let me help you out with that." Then I knelt down in front of him as he sat on the couch and started to undo his trousers. I knew from recent experience where this was going and I couldn't believe I was in this position again. "I've always wondered what men see in this," John said. Before I could even argue or say more, I had him in my mouth. I was licking and sucking the tip as I had the last time I'd done this. Inside my head, I was shouting at myself, in a way this was worse than last time. I'd initiated the changes, I'd made the new John and to top it all I was effectively sucking my own cock. I felt sickened and frustrated, but again I was trapped acting in a way that I didn't want. I would've hoped that the old Becky side of John wouldn't have let this happen, but I couldn't blame him. From what I could see and knew from my own male experience, he was enjoying this immensely. Like a natural, I had been building up slowly and only after a few minutes did I reach the point that I had his full length in my mouth. I realised that he was smaller than my previous experience; this was both a relief and a dent to my pride. However, the fact that I'd taken his full length seemed to rouse him somewhat. My hopes raised that he'd come to his senses, but the reality was much worse. "If this feels so good, what does the real thing feel like." He picked me up, put me over the end of the couch, lifted my skirt and pulled down the tights and g-string. Without any ceremony, he pushed into me. "Oh my god this is incredible!" he panted. "John, what are you doing?" I managed to say. "I'm fucking you," he stated in a matter of fact way. "You never asked if this is what I wanted." I was beginning to pant now too as my body betrayed me. "Relax, have some fun, as my fantasy, you love sex. Especially with me," I felt a tingle in my mind, then I felt more relaxed about my situation and my enjoyment level increased dramatically. Now I found it hard to concentrate or form a sentence. He still had the ring on, maybe it was better not to argue now. However, one final horrifying detail, which I couldn't leave, dawned on me. He wasn't wearing any protection. With all of my energy and focus, I managed to pant "John...you...need...to...be...careful...I...don't...want...a...baby." "Arrrggghhh," he responded. I was scared out of my wits, was he about to come?! "You...are...on...the...pill," he managed to say, just before he came. I felt his come splash inside of me and I don't know if it was the relief I felt at his last statement or the natural reaction of my body, but I was overcome by my own climax.