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Pearl IV By Bud Sorry this one took so long. I was typing this and hit a writing block, so I started writing other stories. Anyways, for now this is the end. I need a break to write the other story ideas I have and continue on CYOA stories on other sites. But that doesn't mean that I'm done. Let's call this the end of part 1. (Spoiler alert) Marriage completed! Bill and JoJo have made it to a significant point in their story and what follows it will be epilogues or perhaps a new arc for them to go through. Depends on the characters I make to be antagonistic for them. All I know is that things will indeed get 'messy'. But as far as I can tell, they will be unrelated unique adventures that can eventually complicate things later on. Please leave a review, it really means a lot to me and pushes me to write more. Warning! This story contains blood and violence, as well as sexual content, hijinks and harassment. Please respect the laws you live under. -*- I went to the bachelorette party with my new (my fianc? Johanna's old) friends. We formed up and dressed to impress and were our way to a club for our 'last ladies night out'. "Johanna, you ready to get fucked up?" My best friend Kelly asked me, a Champaign bottle in her hand. The limousine had plenty of them littered about now. "Jesus Kelly, we haven't even reached the club." "Oooh, waiting until we get there?" She giggled on me, leaning for support. "Here." She handed me a bottle. "Okay." I drank from it. "I have to catch up with you anyways." A few minutes later we were all drunk out of our minds and they were chanting for me to flash someone as we drove by. I noticed that there were a number of teens passing by on the side of the road as we rested at a stop light. I caved. I popped out of the sun roof and pulled the top of my dress down revealing my breasts with a drunken "heeeey" and a hiccup. Most of the kids were stunned with their eyes bugging out of their head. One had a smile and gave me a thumbs up. I winked at the one with a pudgy red embarrassed face, he couldn't take his eyes away from me. The others were soon waving and cheering me on. Then I reentered the limo, all of my lady friends were laughing their asses off. Our mirth must have been heard by the boys, who lingered on our limo as we passed from their sight. Eventually we made our way to the club. We giggled and laughed as we bumped and rubbed our asses over guys crotches all night. Many a man's butt was unsafe from our prying hands as they crossed our path. We molested their confident stride as our hearts beat with the slutty beat of the night. Eventually I was making out with a guy, yet it was all wrong. I excused myself from his embrace and the dance. I found it too weird to be kissing a guy. I knew that I kissed Johanna all the time in my body but I somehow thought of it as Johanna cheating on myself and her at the same time when I was doing it. It was just weird. Maybe I could find a chick to make out with or an effeminate guy. I made my way to the ladies' room to fix my makeup, which was now smudged. When I entered I immediately saw Kelly blowing a guy. Nothing was reserved in her attention to him. "Ough! Hey JoJo! Want to help me with this guy?" She snaked out his impressive member just to be able to speak to me. Her own slobber was dripping off her chin and his balls as a string of mixed liquids connected her slurred lips to his tip. "No, I couldn't do that to my Bill," I admitted. "Aw. You are definitely taken by him." Kelly let out a breathy giggle. She was far more smashed than I was. I smiled at her and touched the necklace on my neck absentmindedly. I was drunkenly thinking that it would be silly if his dick and her mouth swapped places... and then they were. Woops. Through muffled screams from Kelly as her lips closed and melded into a solid mound that started to grow before her very eyes. The guys she was sucking on had a similar horrified reaction with the wilting of his penis, shrinking to a smaller and smaller size with each passing second. I held my mouth closed with my hand as I watched the two change. "Nooo!" he screamed, audibly blaring out his vocal cords. Eventually his voice was hoarse and soft. He could no longer shout. The music seemed to drown out the yelling since no one looked our way. Eventually his dick was standing erect from under her nose. The hairy balls were hanging off her chin and slapped around under it. She could still hum, air was still able to get through her nose. I had no doubt that she was taking in air directly from the base of her hairy shaft. The guy was looking at his crotch with newfound fascination, flexing his nether tongue around his crotch. Eventually he mistakenly licked his asshole and wretched from both mouths. He tried sucking his finger to get the taste out. Meanwhile Kelly was twice as horny as he was when he had the dick. Kelly soon aimed her dick with her head at his lower mouth and pushed. He kept his lips firmly closed. She hummed, vibrating the tip of the dick she pressed to his ruby red nether lips. Eventually he relented and opened to allow her to enter. He was able to take her into his mouth but then she hit the back of it and there was no way she could get any deeper. Whatever opening he had was too small and refused to give. A ruby mark formed around the area where his lips could go down on his shaft. It was his thick red lipstick left kiss marks along her glorious big dick. Either way she was having fun thrusting her dick into his crotch over and over. The guys seemed to get into it, delighting into the taste that he adopted from her. Kelly's mouth had long since learned to savor what guys had between their legs. He reached down and started to stroke his former cock from his new unfamiliar angle. Now she was moaning, sending more vibrations through her dick into his mouth. He shivered with delight as he started to lap up her precum. His tongue was doing extra work on her head, making sure to tease her slit and rub around the edges. She came finally, and his mouth sucked and sucked until it was full, then it started spilling her juices because he couldn't swallow any of it. His crotch mouth just started to dribble it out of his ruby red nether lips. It dripped down her cock and dripped off her hairy chin-balls. I couldn't get enough of this, I was laughing until I was on the floor gasping for air. When I looked again my best friend was crying and clawing at her dick and balls on her face. I drunkenly realized what I was doing to the poor girl. I sobered quickly, deciding how to swap her back to normal, or at least a new normal for her. I swapped the guy's nether mouth with another guys's genitals. Then when I was satisfied that it worked I swapped the dick on my best friend's face with another girl's lips. I watched the random guy and girl scream and freak out when they felt the changes happen to them, and laughed to myself again. This time I kept attention to them as they changed. Then I swapped my best friend's lips onto the girl's face and the dick she had for her mouth on to the random guy's crotch. He smiled and seemed impressed with his obviously larger bulge, albeit with a puzzled expression. "That was quite a show." I tapped my friend on her shoulder. "Heh. That happened?" Her drunken face flushed white. She didn't really believe it herself. "We must have been slipped something. Where did you get that bottle?" "Why the fuck is my dick smaller!" the guy she had blown/fucked tried to cry out but only succeeded in giving a hoarse whisper. His vocal cords were completely destroyed at this point. His dick was now an erect micropenis, a far cry from his pervious package. "I think I'm getting another drink." Kelly pulled me along leaving the guy to himself, staring in shock and depression at his member. "What the hell was that?" "Beats me," I lied. I should definitely swap people we don't know rather than mess with any of my friends again. I caught Kelly tasting her lipstick. "Do my lips feel bigger to you?" She grew a worried face. "I swear my lipstick tastes different." "Must have been the Champaign from earlier," I lied again. Her blue lipstick didn't match her dazzling red dress. "Let's find some guys to dance with." For the rest of the evening I rubbed up on different guys and found who had the largest or smallest dicks on the dance floor. The well-endowed ones often went off with someone to have sex just as soon as they were on the dance floor so I had to keep current and up to date. When I finally met up with my friends who were huddled up and wondering who to take home for the night, most were bitching about the best lays being total pricks. The option was simple, leave with a guy that will treat you like a slut or leave with a guy that you can tease and play with for the night. Based on each girl's preference I planned to swap a few of the greater endowed individuals to whom they pointed out who they figured were cute and would rather be with. "Hey, who knows? Maybe one of us will get lucky and the cutest ones will also be packing," I encouraged them. I swapped the equipment of the guys when they each found and decided on which cute guy they wanted to take home. I watched as one by one my friends paired up with them, satisfied that they had beaten the odds. But that just left me. Kelly stayed with me as she flirted with her partner, but as soon as he started to grow disinterested, she left with him. She gave me a worried look and told me that it was just for a night, live a little. Perhaps she was right.... *** To my surprise, a rich slick thin man came by me at the bar just after she left. He bought me a drink, opening up a conversation for him. I could tell that he was trying to score. I gave him some lip service but was otherwise disinterested. He was cute, what helped him was the fact that he had a feminine charm that turned me on right away. But I wasn't biting his cheesy attitude. Finally, he changed his tactic and mentioned that I was out on a bachelorette party and stuck out like a sore thumb. Then he had the gall to tell me to sleep with him the night before to see if I was making the biggest mistake of my life. I gasped and blushed, I was unused to a man being so blunt. But the confidence behind it was what really flipped my switch. My man, formerly my girlfriend, was still so delightfully bashful and hesitant. And that difference made me want to go with him. I was plenty drunk to do just as he said, which could also be a problem. I was under his spell. His eyes undressed me and I was willing to strip right then and there. I kept finding out more and more about myself as I realized it felt incredibly hot to be submissive to a man in charge. What really crossed my wires was it was one so thin and effeminate compared to my old body. I gave him my hand and went with him. We took a limo and we ended up in a lavish apartment suite at the top of a building downtown with a beautiful view of the bustling city below. "I wanted to show you a taste of the good life for the evening. Make you reconsider." "And what? You'd whisk me away from my life and let me be your trophy for a time before moving on to some other girl who catches your fancy." I swayed my hips as I approached the window looking down on downtown, his eyes were glued to my hips just like I wanted. "I'm not like that." "I don't think I'll ever let you prove it." "We'll see." He shrugged. He was confident. I'll give him that. He knew what he wanted. God, why was that so intoxicating? "I don't even know your name." I opened my arms inviting him to start. "I'm Kyle." "I'm Wuya, nice to meet you." What would my fianc? say if he could see me in her identity pretending to be someone else with this pretty rich boy? Maybe I should take some pictures and show her if she likes that sort of thing. "I have to warn you about something..." he began. "Just wear a condom if you have an STI." I gave a worried face. Here we go: the decadent upper class. "No, no! Not that. Um..." he puzzled, and looked as if he were wondering about something. What happened to his confidence? What was he hiding? He shook his head and started to undress. He took off his black suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. Then he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, wavering over his boxers before taking them off too. A rubber phallus dropped out with his underwear, revealing a cute pretty pink pussy. "W-what do you think?" "Phfffhahaha!" I roared out in glorious laughter. I was clutching my stomach I thought it was so incredibly funny. I collapsed on the bed and watched him (her?) scrunch her head in a frown. "Hehe-Oh, don't take it- hahahahh-personally. You were so sure of yourself before," I managed to get out. She just sat there pouting at me. "You done?" "Are you a crossdresser or..." "Transgender." "Female to male?" I asked. That would have been interesting. "N-No. Male to female. Sorry, I have a really good surgeon." He lightly laughed. "And yes, I know I have a feminine face." "You don't look that female," I half heartedly spoke. "I have a whole wardrobe, but that hardly helps me pick up a girl at the club now does it?" "Depends on the club or the girl." I chewed my lower lip while staring at his crotch. "I want to be... passable. Like all the other girls in the club." He chewed his words carefully. "Besides I haven't had a chance to let the chemicals take effect. Let alone go for plastic surgery..." "Seems like you just dove right in and got the bigger surgery straight away. Normally you can't do that." I popped my lips while rocking back and forth on my hips. "Being rich has its perks. You normally can't do that." "Yeah... but you have something better." His eyes met mine with want. I audibly gulped. "What makes you say that?" I pried. Was I caught? "I watched you swap the dicks of those cute boys on the dance floor. What's your secret?" "It's me. I did it. I'm not going to explain my special ability more than that." I paused. That's right, I was in the business of swapping anyways. "I might be interested in helping you if you wanted to hire me for such an 'operation'. I'll give you my number if you show me a good time." I winked at him seductively. "How much?" "The same price it took for your surgery. Well, maybe not. Yours is really quite impressive," I corrected myself. I have no idea what he paid for that pretty flower between his legs. "I'll gladly pay." He puzzled over something for a minute. "I'll pay you double what I payed to get my current look alike if you swap it right now with yours... call me impatient, but I'd rather use a real one tonight." "I'm getting married tomorrow," I flatly spat. "I'm well aware. Your bride's maids have loose lips when sufficiently quenched. But don't worry, I've found many girls who don't want their vaginas. I'll have then brought here and you can use one of theirs." "You mean they don't want anything?" "No. They just don't want a vagina. They don't consider it a part of their body. They would be happy to be rid of it." He grew excited and patted the ornate edgeless bed for me to sit next to him. "I thought looking into them would allow me to transplant them to me some day, if science progressed enough. But with your ability..." "And you were very particular about them? What about the rest of you?" "I'm a patient man," he mused himself. "But maybe as a woman I'll be impatient." "Are they virgins?" I bluntly asked. "Tsk. That's personal... but I guess everything about this would be for you and I. Yes, they are." I gave a long drawn out sigh. "Fine. But I'm not giving you anything else. Any more will cost extra." I started to play with his fake vulvae. "You drive a hard bargain." He smiled. "Why do you want to once again be a virgin?" "What about 'married tomorrow' do you not get? I think it'll be cute to surprise my husband with a brand-new hymen." I smiled with a blush. "And that's why you're so particular?" He smirked. "Even when I've offered 'double'? Questionable as that number is?" "That's because you are 'impatient', remember?" I smirked. "And that makes it triple the price. For two different swaps." "Come on, wouldn't you like to lap up the juices of the real thing?" He spread his convincing pussy lips. "I have a better idea than just swapping your pussy." I smirked. "Three swaps for the standard price." "Is there something wrong my pussy?" He was quick to worry about it. He would make a cute girl. "No." I exaggerated my sway as I walked over to the door, I was quite good at walking in heels after all the practice I've had. "Hang on a second." I popped my head out the door to the body guards who had their suite across from ours to be able to service us should we need them. I caught those muscular hunks in the middle of doggy style sex. Huh. I didn't peg them as gay. Why is the bottom always the greater endowed? The one on top was grunting about the one on bottom was his 'bitch', and how he may as well have a fake pussy to complete his transition into a sissy slut. "Do one of you mind swapping your dicks?" I startled them out of their frenzied sex. They quizzically looked from me to them then back to me and shook their heads no. "Be back in a minute." I sauntered over back to the self-indulgent rich kid. "Kyle, you employ some interesting body guards." "How else am I to scratch my most intimate areas when I have the 'itch'?" Kyle flicked his hand palm up and open. "It pays to have like- minded partners Wuya." "Wait, both of them...?" "No. Just one of them. The other thinks it's hot to dominate the two of us. The fact that we want different genitals makes it incredibly hot to get fucked by him." Kyle smiled licentiously. I closed my eyes with a sigh and a smile. Of course, Bill and I are hardly any better, now are we? "Here's the deal. I'll charge you triple, just for tonight. That way I swap them both too." I pointed to the room they occupied across the hall. "I'll throw in our little nightly activities for free. Then we can meet later for the 'complete treatment'." "Deal." He smiled. "That's four times the price now?" "Yep. If you want to complete the process anyway." "Not like anyone can hold a candle to your method. I like a woman who knows what she's got." He approached me and nipped my lip seductively. I looked back to see the effect of me swapping my vagina with the larger dick I could see. Kyle came out of the room after me, puzzled and amused at what I was doing. Then all of a sudden he felt his cunt begin to fuse and warp into the other cock. He looked annoyed and drew breath to protest before he felt the tingling sensation again. This time I swapped my cunt on the body guard's body onto Kyle so the other body guard had his buddies dick and his buddy had Kyle's fake cunt. "Have fun boys." I left them alone and motioned Kyle back onto the suite. I immediately heard them start to go at it again before I got out of hearing range. Kyle was absolutely absorbed in his new pussy. He was playing with it, teasing the clit, stretching the labia until I thought it would rip... the guy's a maniac. "You'll never guess what happened." He was far too excited to make the joke clear. "Oh yeah?" I pulled down my pants and revealed my fat cock. He gave a long and overdone gasp of air. "Where were you hiding that?" He coyly smiled at me. "I certainly never noticed that at the club..." "A lady never tells." I winked at him. I was finding it odd to have a dick, like it was an unnatural part of me. Foreign. After all this time I had grown used to being Johanna. "But we should go back inside the suite, before you start to play with yourself again." "Spoilsport." He gave a grin that told me he had done that sort of thing many times before. We made our way inside to privacy again. "So, may I assume that your vagina is virginal?" "No." "You slut! Why ask for a brand-new one if you are pawning off used goods on me?" "Like you said, you were impatient. That's what you get." I hooked a finger inside his sopping wet vagina. Then I took my finger out, completely coated in his juices, and fed it to him. "You can't say you aren't enjoying it when you can taste your own arousal in your mouth. Besides, you probably like having used body parts. The dirtier the better." "You know your way around a vagina, and I know my way around a dick." He welled with pride. He went down and took my fat cock into his mouth, his tongue eager and immediate to coat my head in a mix of saliva and precum. "You are quite handsome for a boy you know." I meant it. "I know. But I've always wondered what it was like to be a hot girl. I've had so many of them, and so many hulking hot men. Maybe I'll swap for one of them after I swap for being a woman." He winked at me. He got up and spread his legs on the bed, his ass lifting up off the sheets into the air for me in the most revealing position. "Assuming you can do that." "I can. You just need to find someone who is willing." I started to rub my dick up and down his vagina, teasing his anus and riding his ass crack while I was at it. He moaned like a pretty little school boy while I did it too. "There might be a snag. I might have to show my lawyer what I'm becoming. He'll want to see how it's done..." "That's your problem. My policy is clear," I sternly rebuked him. "Why should I show and tell when it could potentially put my life in jeopardy?" "Come on... how's it done?" he whined. "I can easily just leave you with a dick again and call it quits tonight." I flicked his clitoris, bringing a squeal out of him. "My secret is my own." "Jesus now you've got me by my pussy." He breathily moaned in my ear as I inched forward, pressing into his cunt further without penetrating. The pressure slowly building until finally it gave way. "Damn right I've got you." I growled back at him as he squealed as his pussy was stretched further than I've stretched it with my fat cock. "Holy fuck, you're so deep. Oh, my god." He panted as I just sat there and let him get used to the girth. "I can't believe I had this in me a couple days ago. It feels so different from getting fucking in the real thing." I rolled my eyes, of course he used his body guards when he got his faux pussy. "Oh, why didn't you say so? If I'd have known you were experienced, I would have gone in all the way with one go." I smiled while giving a mighty thrust, forcing my way inside him all the way to the base of my dick. My dick slamming into and pushing back his cervix to try and fit me inside him. My sweaty balls slapped against his boy-ass. My feminine pelvis mashing against his masculine one. "There. That feel about right?" He was giving a faint high pitch squeal, his eyes bugged out of his face and tears streaming down his cheeks. I caressed his face and kissed him on the lips. He was a mess awash with climax. His eyes vacant and unseeing. Then he passed out from pleasure. His sleepy form drooling on the pillows below us. "To be a new girl again." I sighed breathily onto him. I caressed his thighs and slowly pulled myself out on his hot leaking sex before pushing back in and cumming inside him, and swapping the effect of 'the pill' into his body. No need for him to get pregnant. I spooned his larger body, making me chuckle at how small I was as Johanna. I still felt it was her body, because I was using her identity. Yet I unmistakably thought of myself as a woman now. The penis buried into my partner was something that made me uncomfortable as I uneasily drifted to sleep. It wasn't hers, and it certainly wasn't me anymore. *** I awoke to the shifting of the bed. He had sat down next to me again. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I glanced around the room. The two hulking security were blocking the door with serious looks on their faces. "What's going-?" I started but stopped as I noticed Kyle had a pistol in his hand pointed at me. His other hand held the necklace with the pearl level with his eyes. He had an expression of euphoria at owning or possessing power beyond his own comprehension. There was also wonder in his eyes, but not enough to outshine the drive to abuse and harness that power. I looked down and noticed that my legs and his were swapped. He had already tested it. "I've waited so long to find one of these, you see..." he began. I mentally forced myself to soften my face to allow him to let down his guard. I was in a bad situation and if he wanted to make me disappear, he had the resources to do it. "The last time I saw this, you killed my grandfather. The old fool," Kyle sneered and continued paying attention to the hues and unnatural reflections within the pearl. "You were much smarter than he was, there's no denying that." His eyes burned with anger and contempt for me. "But not smart enough for me it seems." BANG. There was a hole stretching through my gut. Pain burst into my mind and my hands uselessly clutched the gushing blood spewing out of my stomach. My hands held close to hold in the blood that was still pouring out. "Woops, looks like I hit a blood vessel. I'm not an expert marksman you see." He waved the gun around, while making sure to keep it always pointed at some part of me. "I didn't kill your grandfather," I sputtered out. The taste of blood flooded my mouth as I spoke. "I don't care." Kyle brought his face close to mine. He was getting pleasure from giving me pain. His hand that held the necklace drove into my side where the bullet hole was. "Either way you don't deserve this. I could do things a meager wretch like you couldn't dream of with this. What right does cattle have to power? Real power?!" Fuck. I really messed up. I needed to fix this. "I can only imagine your grandfather looking at you." I spat out blood as I spoke. "A weak imbecile with dreams so far backwards and up his own ass it gets him killed." His face shook with rage. He unloaded his entire magazine into me, far more than what the state regulations should have allowed. But then he probably owned several people who were supposed to be serving the public anyways. The way he carried himself was like that of a person without consequences. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Shells rained down onto the carpeted floor of the penthouse suite. His look of satisfaction as it brought unimaginable pain to my face. His hand and the pearl were still at my side, driving into my intestines for his sick satisfaction. This was the man I fucked last night? My painful face twisted in sickening dark humor as my hand reached up and grabbed his. He realized in shock that I had connection to the pearl and that he had blundered. I swapped the buffest build from one of the guards, the one with the penis, and punched Kyle in the same instant. His arms flicked upwards, letting me know that he had been knocked out instantly. The rush and surge of power of my transformation was driving me forward. I snapped his fingers as I tore the pearl away from his grasp. His shirt was already darkening with the bullet wounds he had inflicted on me. He can have his little gifts back. Feeling much better, I stood straight up as the weak feminine guard rushed to their master's side and the other took a defensive stance at the door. I charged forward, kicking the feminine guard down on his ass. His leg twisted in a sickening way. So be it. In my rush I also swapped the final guard's strength and build onto Kyle's still form and slammed the guard into the wall, knocking his head against the solid doorframe. All of the changes on me or him had continued to occur even as he received a concussion. I continued swapping. Kyle could have the bruise and concussions the guards had at being knocked on their asses. I was twitching and surging with arousal and roid-rage from the slurry of changes I felt coursing through me. I looked back into the room to see the guards on the ground and Kyle bleeding out on the bed. I quickly grabbed my clothes and purse so no trace of me would be left. I even swapped the spilled blood back into myself by swapping Kyle's blood out of his body to replace it. The pearl hummed with satisfaction at being used for so many changes. I would have to think about that later. I dashed down the hall and the elevators opened before me. I had to grit my teeth so as to not collapse into a screaming orgasm from the changes taking place over my body. I've surprisingly ignored it this long a little bit longer couldn't hurt. I'm just happy that this wasn't my first experience with the exchanges. A secretary with skimpy dress came out while not even looking up from the papers she read from the top of cups of coffee in her hands. "Kyle, it's good to see you up and about. Far too often I'm your nanny as well as your secretary, and have to wake you up in the mornings. You usually pull me into bed with you. And I have to put up with being with a pseudo-woman just to get you out of bed. You mentioned a raise for me?..." Her eyes looked up from the papers finally and noticed me only when I had entered the elevator. The door was almost shut when I swapped us, her feminine body was mine as she started to convulse and scream as she started hulking out in the hall. I smiled sickly at leaving her with the penis. Her frothing mouth and her dead eyes turned up to the ceiling as a growing member below started to grow under her skirt was the last thing I saw as the elevator's door closed. My legs gave out, both from mental exhaustion and pleasure from multiple swaps took hold. I smiled as my dripping legs were absorbed by my dirty panties. Though swapping everything she was wearing came with a few surprises. She was wearing stockings and a garter belt for one. For another she had a large dildo inserted into her vagina and a butt plug in her ass, now my ass. At least it seemed to keep my arousal internal. I looked down first I noticed that I now only ahd an A-cup. I would need to swap again to match JoJo's figure again. Then I noticed the puddle of juices I had made on the floor when transforming and quickly moved to another part of the elevator. I made several swaps for clothing and personal build, making sure to use the cash I swapped from the lady's purse. I was careful to pay for transport with cash. I needed to tell Bill about what had happened and plan accordingly. *** We reasoned that Kyle was dead from the way that I left him. But we were concerned with retribution from Kyle's family. But it never came. Hopefully the DNA evidence found was far too non sensical to figure out what happened. The guards were the only ones who could identify me by my face. Changing my hair color and body/figure would reduce the chance of that. It seems like they didn't find out where we lived. Besides if Kyle was as paranoid as I assume, he might be the only one who knows about me and the pearl. So, we decided to go ahead with the wedding anyways. But we sold the shop and all of our things. As soon as we got back from a cruise for our honeymoon we would start again in an obscure town. We would also decide if we needed new identities already. We were both so hesitant to caste away our identities due to our familial ties that it pained us to imagine running from our lives. It was the entire reason we were members of the opposite sex now. *** The wedding went great. It was every girl's dream. My father-in-body walked me down the aisle, mentioning how happy he was for me. He cried and meandered on memories of when my fianc? was his little baby girl. It was cute. It also made me cry and ruin my makeup. Being a woman is hard sometimes. The real water works was when we did the "I do"s. Bill was standing there with his chest out full of air and pride and happiness. His beautiful eyes of mine were something I could stare into and melt away all worry. His eyes glazed on my big flowing white dress, which gave showed a generous amount of my cleavage and back down to just barely above my crack. It flared out at the hips to make my butt look bigger than it really was. Before I knew it most of the ceremony had gone by and he was saying the words I always imagined I'd say. "I William Ford, take you, Johanna Alba, to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life." I felt like I'd both lost the right to say those words and gained the right to hear them. I didn't know how to feel about it. Yet here I was before the alter about to say the reciprocal words. I was going to be his wife. We agreed to let the pill wear off in my system over the next week and try for kids. I had already swapped it into Kyle's dying system the night before. I was fertile and ready again. The anticipation overwhelmed me with more emotions. I saw my life flash before my eyes. I was a stay at home mom. I raised the kids and I would care for my husband after a long day at work in the spa. Most of the clientele would be people looking to relax so I would only be called out of the house on the rare swap schedule we had already figured out. I would take care of the money and finances while he took care of the rest. It was everything I now wanted. Everything I had originally wanted for her, but now I got to play the selfish role. The parent who was there for our kids the most. Yet the spa was now gone. We would need a new plan. Either way we would make that dream a reality. I would get to see our kids grow up while he worked away out of the house. It was what would make me happy. But how did he feel? Didn't he want these things? Was he jealous or sad that he was in a different role than I was? What about now? Could any of our dreams be realized when selfish billionaires were after us? How would we deal with them? I know he said not to think of it but I can't help but think of all these things and feel the rush of emotions that every one of these thoughts brought to me. "Ahem. Do you remember your vows?" the priest asked me. Bill had a worried look on his face. God this was so embarrassing. I was wiping tears away from my overwhelming emotions. "I, Johanna Alba, take you, William Ford, to be my lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part." "I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Ford. You may now kiss the bride." I was swept off my feet and dangled in Bill's strong arms as he kissed me. Our families and friends clapped and his strong arms which held me so tight seemed to say that everything would be okay. His own steady strong heartbeat was calm and communicated his own love to me. "I won't let anything happen to you," he whispered, setting my mind at ease. "Let's live both our dreams out to their fullest." My fianc?, Bill, had always dreamed of being the one to walk down this aisle. Now he stood there, beaming at me fulfilling his dream. My brother, I guess now in-law, got too drunk and danced crazily on the dance floor at the reception. At least my body's friends loved it. The wedding went great. We were so worried and concerned about people trying to crash it or kill us but nothing happened. It gave us a nervous excited energy on top of sexual and romantic love for the evening. We swam that high throughout the day. That night was far greater. My husband carried me across the threshold of our house, the one we would leave behind tomorrow and go on our journey. He didn't stop carrying me until he threw me on our massive bed. I giggled through the air. He started to strip and I laughed at him. "Get out!" I smiled and threw a pillow at him. "I've waited all day," he declared. "Wait some more. I'm taking a shower and slipping out of my wedding dress. I want to keep it. And you should do the same for your tux. Use the guest bath." "As you wish." He sighed, popping into the bathroom to take his stuff and headed off to the other bathroom. "Love is many things, none of them logical!" I shouted at him across the hall. He poked his head out of the guest bath to roll his eyes at me. I swiftly locked the door, cleaning myself and removing makeup. My face was pretty without it anyways, the benefits of my husband's beautiful face. I quickly slipped into a cupless, crotchless teddy and slipped on stockings that rode up to just under my ass and sleeves that rode up to just under my shoulder. I wiggled back and forth and watched my breasts giggle and sway, slightly constrained to make them seem more perky than they actually were. My hand softly and slowly traced my ass and pussy, which were now wet from my aroused cunt. My thighs slick with my dripping stench. It was mating season after all. I set up candles and perfume about the room, making sure to empty and clean myself before sex with the possibility of anal play. (I had gotten quite used to it) And I made sure that my necklace with the hypnotic pearl was safely tucked away in the safe below our bed. Then I unlocked the bedroom and waited by reclining sexily on the bed. Then he came in. He was completely naked except for his bowtie. I had to suppress a chuckle at that. He had a rose in between his teeth which he swept around in a circle as he bowed and traipsed around peacocking as he went. Then his closed eyes caught sight of me on the bed. His eyes were animalistic. Huge massive pupils nearly wiped out his irises as he found something, he utterly animalistically liked. He got down on all fours and started to prowl towards me, his prey. I made no move other than locking my eyes to his as he moved about the room. Then as soon as he was almost completely on the bed he grabbed ahold of my legs and yanked me towards him. I yelped and tried to get away. I was suppressed as he pinned down my legs and his other arm pinned my head down. I froze, mock fear clear on my face before I resigned myself to my fate. I started to shift, presenting myself to him. My ass was on full display, my legs splitting giving view to both of my waiting holes. My dominant hand hooking underneath me to spread my vulvae further and mewled in animalistic need. I gave my best puppy dog face, pleading for my captor to breed me. That was all the invitation that he needed. He shifted behind me with his big meat ready. He teased me a second, rubbing his glans at my entrance, before succumbing to his own animalistic drive. He plunged in deep, attempting to go all in one go. He succeeded, slower than he intended but it was quicker than I thought he would eb able to all the same. I must have really been wet and ready from today. His face was pained as I barely gave him room to fit inside me. I was trying real hard but my pussy was just not used to being stretched this much. He frowned down at where we were connected and pulled out slowly. Making me moan in pain and pleasure. "You're a virgin again!" He found blood dripping from my cunt. "Am I?" I feigned ignorance. His face showed his shock and disbelief. It also showed that he felt silly for not thinking of me swapping for one. "How did you find one so quickly?" "A girl has her ways." I smiled at him. Then I spread my abused pussy again. "Come on cowboy, I need you to break in this pony." He made me regret those words the next day, but that night I was on cloud nine. Whatever was to come next, it would have to wait until I'm pregnant, can't walk and have no trace of a hymen left.