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Chapter 1 A girl sitting outside a college town caf? politely waved at a male passerby who smiled at her, unsure if she was supposed to know him or if he was just checking her out. She's an attractive girl, with dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and a lightly freckled face, but she wasn't used to the male attention that she now drew. She had gotten used to the whispers though. People talking about her when they thought she couldn't hear. Pitying tones that spread a sad story. Sad eyes that follow her. It was a sad weekend several months ago that put her name in the national news, pressed between the names of her roommate and her roommate's boyfriend. Of those three, Julia, the girl at the coffee shop, was the only one alive and free; another was dead and the third was in an insane asylum. This tragic story put their small southern college in the papers for a few days. But the whole story didn't make it into the news. Nobody but Julia knew the whole story, nor would anybody else have believed if they had been told. The tragedy had been the result of a love triangle imploding due to magical abuse. SIX MONTHS EARLIER Emily finished another Thursday, and another week, of classes. Early spring was finally beginning to warm up the campus, just in time for spring break. The thought of break excited Emily. She had big plans with her boyfriend Paul, and big plans FOR Paul. He thought that they were going to Cancun on Sunday, which was true. What he didn't yet know was that he'd be enjoying spring break in Emily's body, while she was in his. Her and her roommate Julia had come up with the idea together. She'd wanted to prank Paul since spring break started on April Fools. She had mentioned it to Julia, who had recently found a set of spells on the internet. Emily was skeptical at first. Julia had always been into some alternative ideas involving crystals and spirituality, but this was a step further than she was used to. So Julia had decided to demonstrate. Emily smelled burning hair as the rest of the memory came back to her. Julia had first managed to change her hair color from dirty to bleach blonde in front of Emily's eyes. When Emily had still thought it was just a trick, Julia then decided to change Emily's hair color too. Emily's hair changed from brown to auburn, but Julia had also managed to light the tips of her hair on fire in the process. Since that night, they had been practicing slightly more advanced magics. Eventually, they decided on the body swap prank for Paul. It would be the most advanced piece of magic they'd accomplish yet. And Emily had greater aspirations if they pulled it off successfully. She wanted to move on to body modifications, and perhaps to find a way to make coming off her anti-depressants easier. Now that she knew that Julia's magic wasn't completely bullshit, she thought that Julia may have modified her own body, even if unintentionally. She tried remembering back to what Julia looked like when they moved in together freshman year. But other memories came along too. Emily had been excited to start a new life at college. She'd lost weight in high school, but people still remembered her as she'd been before. She'd wanted the whole new start that college provided. But her jaw almost hit the ground when Julia walked in. She knew Julia was pretty from the pictures online, but her form still blew Emily away. Julia only stood at 5'2", but she still had D cup breasts, a full butt, and a toned stomach that came together in an ideal hourglass. Emily wasn't unattractive, but she suddenly felt like she'd never left high school. Emily shook her head. She tried not to dwell on that anymore. She'd resented Julia for it at first and for the way she always seemed to dominate conversation, but over time they had become really good friends. They had rushed the same sorority and were even "twins" in it. Julia, as the bubbly one, encouraged Emily to come out of her shell a little more. Emily entered their apartment. She walked to her room and lay down to rest. It could be a big night. *** "Are you sure it is going to work?" Paul asked. "For the thousandth time, yes!" Julia responded. "But have you tried the body swap spell before?" "No." "So what if it goes wrong?" "Goes wrong? The worst thing that could happen is that there is no result. And besides, it wouldn't affect you anyways!" Julia ran her hand through Paul's hair. "Just relax, honey. You aren't even involved in the spells anyways." "But she'll be trying to cast one on me!" He exclaimed, shifting so he could look Julia in the eyes. "Look, she can't do this spell on her own. I'll be right there 'helping' her, and before she even gets to the point of casting on you, I'll swap bodies with her. Then I'll convince her that the spell went wrong, and that we have to keep it from everybody because it sounds absolutely insane and we'd get committed for saying it, and I'll be 'stuck' as her for spring break since we can't switch back for a week, and then me and you can finally spend real alone time together." "And then you'll have to switch back after." "Well, yeah. I don't want to be her forever, and I don't think you want me stuck in there either. It's a temporary solution, but we're taking it one step at a time. We can be a real couple for a week, and nobody has to get their heart broken yet. I just have to get through student teaching tomorrow," she continued, "then I have you all to myself." "We just needed a little bit of magic to help us out of this situation after all." It was her turn to smile. "That's what I've been trying to tell you!" "I just wish it hadn't gotten to this point, y'know? "Star-crossed lovers after all." The reference went over Paul's head. "It's a shame that we couldn't have met before you two started dating." "Instead the first time was when she wanted to introduce me to her roommate. And once I saw you..." He trailed off, staring into her eyes. They began kissing. Chapter 2 Julia arrived at her apartment basically glowing. The front door opened right into the kitchen, and she walked over to the stove to start making dinner. She always cooked from scratch after she and Paul had spent time together. She pulled out the onions, peppers, and chicken, and grabbed a chef's knife to begin chopping. This was the next best thing to cooking for him romantically, since that couldn't happen under the circumstances. //That might change soon,// she thought. A lot will be changing soon. She did feel bad that it came to this. She loved Emily like a sister. She and Paul had genuinely talked about him breaking up with Emily. She was a fragile thing, though, with more than a few health issues, mental and otherwise. She'd been briefly institutionalized in high school, and while medication kept the worst at bay, her anxiety and depression still bubbled over occasionally. Julia and Paul both feared that a break up could cause a full-on mental breakdown. Under their plan, they could spend a week or so together. //In a whole new body, too.// The prospect excited her. It would be fun to experience the world as another person. She would be several inches taller with a whole new hair color and skin tone and facial shape. She loved fashion, and this opened would open up a whole new world of outfits and accessories that she wouldn't be able to pull off currently. She knew that she was more attractive than Emily, but if she did get stuck as her, she could easily make some changes to re-up her looks. She had only learned to do real magic about six months ago, but she'd progressed quickly with charms and enchantments to make her life easier, and she felt more and more confident in her abilities. There was one aspect that worried her if she was stuck as Emily. While she knew that what she and Paul felt together was real, she worried that once she was in a different body, he might lose some interest. She had started looking at faithfulness spells online but hadn't acted yet. And while they were in Mexico, Emily, in Julia's body, would travel to Florida with a group of their mutual friends. Julia hoped this, in conjunction with the liberally flowing alcohol that would be available at the all-inclusive, would adequately distract Emily from whatever may be going on in Mexico. She would, of course, tell her that nothing serious would happen between her and Paul, just whatever kissing was necessary to prevent his suspicions. The reality would be far different. The pan let out a satisfying sizzle as she added the onions, peppers, and chicken. She let out a satisfied sigh as she stirred the ingredients. She was happy she had made love to Paul one more time in her own body. She just had to get through tomorrow and then she'd have him to herself for a full week. She wondered if he should call her Emily or Julia. She understood if he slipped up. After all, she would be in the body of his long-term girlfriend. But the more she turned it over in her head, the more she liked the thought of him calling her Emily. It was kind of kinky, and it would make it simpler for everybody. After all, Emily wouldn't have a choice but to go by Julia in Florida. She liked that thought, too. "Emily," she said aloud, trying to imagine it as her name. "Yeah?" Emily's voice responded. Julia jumped so high she almost touched the ceiling. When she turned, she saw Emily standing at the threshold of her room. "Nothing, nothing, I was just- was, uh," Julia stammered. "Thinking aloud, that's all, just thinking aloud." Emily's brown eyes squinted a little suspiciously before laughing. "I think it's hilarious when you get caught doing that. Listen, I was thinking..." Julia's mind started moving a million miles a minute. If she was rethinking this now, if she was going to try to back out of her "prank" with Paul, she was going to kill her. She had planned for this far too long. "Ya'okay?" Emily asked. "Fine, yeah, why?" Julia retorted. "Nothing, you just looked really concerned for a second." Julia pasted a smile on her face, trying to hold her emotions more in check. "No, sorry, my heart's still racing from the scare, that's all." "Well sorry for the fright. Listen, I was thinking, what if instead of switching with Paul tomorrow, we do it tonight instead? He and I don't have anything to do here tomorrow, and I was thinking it would be fun it we went out tonight here as each other? We won't get a chance to see anybody we know in Mexico and it could be more fun to hang around here." "But... I have student teaching tomorrow," Julia let out quickly. "Do you think the spell will make you super tired for it or something?" "Uh no, why?" "Well, it's just... If not then it doesn't really affect you to do it today." "Shit." Julia rushed to think of something. She glanced at her food. "Shit," she repeated, "its burning!" She hastened to fix that problem, which gave her time to think of a solution to the other one. Luckily it seemed like just the onions had really burnt. "Sorry, I was distracted. Yeah. Yeah, I think doing it tonight is fine, it sounds like you two could have some fun. But we have to do it at sunset, so he has to get his butt over here quickly." "Cool! Sorry about the scare." "Oh, no problem, no problem." Julia secretly seethed. "Hope you enjoy student teaching," she muttered under her breath. Chapter 3 Paul's phone buzzed. He rolled over in bed to see that he'd gotten a text from Emily. "You should come over tonight ;)" "Sure! When?" He responded and went to shower the smell of sex off of him, sighing. His life had gotten much more difficult over the last several months. It was mostly his own doing, he knew. He had cared about Emily more deeply than anybody he had met before. But he felt enchanted by Julia the moment he made eye contact with her, and he could tell she felt the same. Now he was running around with two girls and trying to keep both happy. He had hated cheaters before this, but his sympathy for them had grown. There were upsides to it. Like getting to have sex with two girls that he really cared about. He wondered why, if this magic bullshit was actually real, Julia couldn't just cast something on Emily to make her okay with a breakup or, even better, a three-way relationship. That would be the best outcome for him. He never suggested it, knowing that Julia was too possessive to agree to such a thing though. But if this worked out, maybe he should try to learn some magic himself and try to make that happen. He finished cleaning off and checked his phone. Another text from Emily. "I'd love to watch the sunset with you, so hurry!" He looked out. The sun would set soon. He dressed quickly and headed out the door. He supposed she wanted to watch a sunset as a regular couple, since she thought they'd be swapping bodies tomorrow. But hopefully, Julia would be the one in Emily's body and vice versa, and Emily wouldn't be suspicious at all. It was all so convoluted, it sounded like a bad anime. He was excited to just get through the next few days and be on break in Mexico with whoever the hell made it down with him. He reached their building, entered, and started up the steps. White linoleum tiles climbed several stories to take him to their hallway, where a light blue carpet took him to their door, last on the right. He tried the handle and discovered that they had left it unlocked for him. There were no lights on in the apartment. The setting sun provided the only light, and the drawn blinds made sure that wasn't enough. "Emily, honey? Where are you? We have to get to the roof soon if we want to catch the sunset/" He checked his phone to make sure she hadn't told him to meet her somewhere else. He walked into the kitchen. A delicious smell wafted to him, but he failed to find the source. The only evidence that anybody had cooked was a pan, knife, and dish in the drying rack. He walked his disappointed stomach into the carpeted living room. It was a large space that wrapped to the right, with Emily's door on the right and Julia's door on the left. He'd never been in Julia's room here, which was obvious but strange. Once he drew abreast of the coffee table, he heard some quick chanting. Suddenly Emily's door flew open, and he briefly saw two figures silhouetted before there were simultaneous FLASH-BANGS. *** Paul floated in the light. He felt detached from the world, sitting at the moment between consciousness and sleep. But that feeling was quickly taken from him. He reconnected to the physical world, felt his consciousness reentering his body. But his conscious quickly realized that it wasn't his body. Things weren't the size they were supposed to be, weren't were they were supposed to be, or weren't there at all. His mind began adjusting him to it. He'd been a tall guy at 6'2", but he was now squeezing into a much smaller form. His mental face pressed up against his physical one, and he felt it become softer and less angular. His heart continued to beat and lungs continued to breathe, as expected. But his chest, expecting to be the muscular one that he'd had, grew more sensitive and fleshier and expanded, and expanded, and expanded to come to rest at a 34D cup. The mind isn't normally aware of the internal reproductive organs, but it becomes aware of them when they have to change from male to female. He felt his penis grow smaller and smaller, while his testicles retracted inside of him. The path the testicles passed through matched his new vagina and they continued inside to form the ovaries. His penis, meanwhile, had continued to shrink but retained much of the nerve endings, making it into his more nerve-dense, more sensitive clitoris. He felt immense pleasure as his mind introduced him to the connections of the full set nerves of his new groin. These sensations had distracted him from the feeling of adjusting to his new waist getting smaller and his new hips getting larger to finish his hour glass figure. Meanwhile, his butt expanded to match his form, while his legs shrank and got smaller. Suddenly he was out of the cerebral world and back in the real world. He felt as if he'd been dropped on his hands and knees. His mind did what it could, but the body still felt totally new to him. Kneeling as he was, he felt new weights on his chest hanging down. He straightened up, hoping to shake whatever it was off, but his new breasts moved with him. The strange weights, his breasts, settled into their bra, and he felt a little better. Longer hair splayed across his face, and his hand rose up instinctually to wipe it away. He stood to his feet, and felt his pants move tight across the groin area, facing no resistance from any external structure. He looked down at his crotch to see a pair of yoga pants stretching over his flat groin. He could feel them rubbed slightly on his new genitalia and he let out a slight gasp at the sensation. The athletic tights that he had occasionally worn hadn't prepared him for this experience. They had been uncomfortable as a male, but these pants felt amazing. He tried to stand up taller but realized that he couldn't. Everything seemed so large. He couldn't even reach up to touch the ceiling now. He looked at the door. As a male, the door knob would have been at his groin or lower. Now, it was at his stomach. Outside the door he saw a male body laying there. His male body. He looked over inside the room to see Emily laying on the ground. Or Emily's body, at least. He didn't know who might be in it. With the others still on the ground, he quickly realized he'd ended up in Julia's body. Chapter 4 He huddled over Emily's form. "Emily? Emily!" She groaned and her eyes flicked open. Paul, for his part, was surprised at the high-pitched voice he was now producing. "Emily?" He asked again. She shook her head no, confused. "Julia," she muttered, only semi- conscious. "You're Julia... So then Emily is in my body. Which makes sense, she was going for that." He thought aloud. "So how'd did I end up in you," he wondered, still aloud. Julia, as Emily, closed her eyes again, and he hadn't heard a peep from Emily as him yet. Talking it out aloud to the unconscious Emily-body seemed to be helping him. "Emily is me. I'm you. You're Emily. If Emily is in me, her switch went through. But then I would be in her. Instead I'm in you... because you switched with her! Hers went through first, then yours." Julia, with Emily's eyes still closed, gave an affirmative-sounding grunt in response. "Great," he said, "caught as my mistress instead of my girlfriend." Julia made another noise and sat up slowly.//And all this, for what?// He looked down at Julia, or now his own, ample breasts. His hands came up to them naturally. //All this for a pair of breasts, I guess.// He lifted them a bit and noticed some pressure off his back. It felt nice to touch them. He gave them a squeeze and a wave of pleasing tickles passed through him, before a jolt of pain. //Ow fuck, too much.// "You weren't kidding around, they really are sensitive." Looking down past his breasts he saw his groin. //And for that, too.// His hand started venturing down to his groin, but he thought better of it. Instead his hands ran through his hair next, as he was wont to do while thinking, and was surprised, despite already having discovered so much else, to encounter long blonde hair. It felt silky smooth to the touch, and tussling it released some of the scent of Julia's hair product into the air. Julia's habit of twirling her hair made all the more sense. "I have to say, babe, your body feels amazing. It is a little weird at first, but I feel as good as I look." He turned and smiled at her. Julia looked confused and slowly stood to look in the mirror at her new face and body. She still seemed dazed from the switch. Paul left her to work out her new body and went out to check on his own body. He stepped out into the dark living room. Emily still wasn't moving. He glanced at the oven clock. 10pm already! He'd arrived around 7:20, they'd been out a lot longer than he thought. He went to the wall, switched the light, and glanced back. "Shit!" He exclaimed. They had all fallen after the switching, but it looked like his original male body had hit his head on the coffee table when he fell. "Fuck! Emily, are you alright?" He leaned over his body. "Emily? Emily?!" There was a groan in response, and a slight shudder through the body. //At least she's not paralyzed.// "We should get him into a bed," a voice behind him suggested, making him jump a little. Julia had approached and was looking over his shoulder. Paul thought for a second. "Yeah, we should put her in her own bed." He said. Paul got closer to Emily, put his feminine hands under her, and tried to lift his old body. He got one side up a little but almost flipped her over. He lined up to try again, frustrated at his lack of strength, before Julia came over to lend a hand. Together the two of them lifted Emily in Paul's old body. Paul had hoped to put Emily's arms over her shoulder, not realizing that losing a foot of height made it pointless to try that. Through a mixture of dragging and waist hugging, the two girls, one newly minted and reminded again of his female form, plopped Emily down in her bed. "Look," Paul said. "We have to be careful of what we say when she wakes up. She only thinks that she was trying to switch with me, she doesn't know you were trying to switch with her instead, and now this all has been shot six ways to Sunday." He looked down at his body again. "You said earlier that the worst thing that would happen was no result, and now look at us! I'm you and you're Emily!" Julia looked down at Emily in the bed, shaking her head again. "I just wanted a week alone with you, Julia, and now we have all this." He had liked the body a few minutes before, but seeing his own body hurt and feeling too weak to help had deflated his sense of wonderment. "How did it come to this," Julia pondered. "So much lying all around." She looked up at Paul and he noticed the tears in her eyes. He went to hug her. She pulled back at first, annoyed, before giving in. Paul felt his breasts push against hers, the friction causing a surprising feeling in his stomach. //Girls must adjust to this over such a long time,// he thought. He pulled back a little and held her at arm's distance. "How was this ever going to work?" She asked meekly, holding back tears. "We didn't know it would happen like this, honey. It all sounded good on paper. Emily gets your body for a week, and you and I get to spend time together. And when we got back, you'd switch back and we'd go from there. Neither of us want you to be stuck in her body, when you have such a nice one like this." The tears were getting closer to welling over in her eyes. "And I love you, Julia, no matter what body you're in." He quickly added, in an attempt to cheer her up. His words seemed to upset her more and tears rolled out of her eyes. She was trying to think of more to say as a realization crashed over her face "You... I... but now, you, have student teaching tomorrow!" Chapter 5 //At least I only have to teach two periods today,// Paul thought to himself as he drove Julia's car to the local high school, his own old school. //And I have lunch between them for a little break.// He hadn't stepped foot in the high school since he graduated. He may have gone there, but Julia hadn't, and he had to make sure to act like it. He was a little nervous heading back, like it was his first day all over again. Julia had helped him pick out his outfit as if it was his first day, too. The whole morning and the rest of last night had been strange. While Emily continued to sleep, Julia had helped Paul find the lesson plans. Luckily, it was just algebra. Instead of going over them together, however, Julia decided to go to sleep right after. "I'm going to sleep in Emily's bed with her, okay? And I'll act like I'm Paul in the morning, so she thinks her plan worked. Which means you'll have to act like Julia if you see her tomorrow, okay? And we'll try to work out what we're going to do after you get back." Paul entered Julia's room by himself for the first time and laid straight down to think. He was more tired than he thought, because sleep took him quickly. He woke up in the middle of the night still dressed in all his clothes. It was only after he got under the covers that he realized that was abnormal, and he came back out. He took off everything, giving himself the first unobstructed view of his new body. He felt delighted once he took the bra off, allowing the air to pass over his sensitive nipples. It was like taking a pair of socks off, except if your feet were sensitive sex organs that had to be cooped up all day. His hands enjoyed how smooth and hair free his whole body was. He brushed over his genitals briefly, still reluctant to dive fully into womanhood. He put on a loose t-shirt and shorts, and now lay awake for a while. Without the bra, his breasts roamed more freely, which was a little annoying. Eventually, however, sleep took him again. Julia told him in the morning that Emily had woken up in the night and they a brief, drowsy chat. She seemed fine, with just a slight headache, and believed that it was Paul in Emily's body. Paul saw her still sleeping in when Julia came out in the morning. They then turned to get Paul ready for his day. He'd initially tried to dress himself, choosing a modest beige top and dark pants. When he walked out, he heard Julia shaking her head, Emily's head, and muttering about lies and liars. Once she saw Paul, she began criticizing his choices immediately. "You can't wear a bra that dark with a light top. I can see right through it. It's a bad look for a teacher. And besides, bend over." Paul did as he was told. "The top comes up and I can see your underwear." She paused, then smiled. "Didn't take you for a lace girl, Julia." Paul blushed. He'd picked a pair of underwear he liked seeing her in, that was all. This outfit was decidedly less comfortable than the yoga pants, but he knew those weren't an option today. "Before we get you actually dressed, though, we have to do your makeup." Paul's eyes widened, and Julia had to drag him into the bathroom. There she applied the foundation, put some make-up on, and did light mascara and eye-shadow. Paul stared at himself in the mirror the whole time. "You don't think this is too much to teach?" "Too much? Paul, this is barely anything at all. This is the minimal acceptable amount to even go to class, much less stand in front of one." Julia then dragged him back into her room and opened her closet. After switching between a few tops, she decided that he would wear a red top that had parachute sleeves coming down, with the cuff falling between her elbow and wrist. The blouse had four buttons coming down from the neck. Julia left only the top one unbuttoned. The lowest button was at the bottom of her bra, and the other two would start revealing a lot of cleavage. The top was well-fitted to his form, not too tight to be provocative but still showing off his body's curves. The pants she chose for him were well-fitting khakis. "Since the blouse comes down far enough on your back, you can keep the lacy underwear on, too." He blushed again and headed out the door. He didn't know where he had to go, but luckily he knew where the front desk was from his time there. "Um, excuse me?" He asked meekly as he approached the front desk. Mrs. Sessions, the secretary, raised her head. He almost pulled back seeing her. She was known as a torment through the student body. "Hi, um, I'm a student teacher and I'm not sure where I'm supposed to be headed." "Oh sure honey, let me help you right out! What's your name?" "Paul... Sorry, sorry, my name is Julia Smith. Sorry, Paul huh, that's my dad, was just talking to my dad, got confused." Mrs. Sessions smiled at him. "No need to be nervous, honey, I'm sure you'll do great." She peered at her computer screen while Paul stared at her. She'd never been this nice to any of the students. "You're with Mr. Newton today, Jim is his first name, he's just great." She started giving Paul directions, but he wasn't listening. Mr. Newton! That was great, he was Paul's baseball coach. He'd had him for math senior year too and absolutely loved him. He was a pretty young guy, probably only late 20s. Paul started on his way to the classroom, beaming with this good luck. "And you must be Julia!" Mr. Newton greeted him. The years had been kind to him thus far, and he'd avoided the weight many of the other teachers had put on. "Ready to teach advanced calculus?" His face must have blanched immediately, because Mr. Newton laughed at him. "Just kidding, just kidding, you'll be teaching Algebra 1 today as we discussed." Paul forced out a laugh and looked down briefly, before collecting himself and reaching out his hand to shake Mr. Newton's. "Hi, Mr. Newton, Julia." "Please, call me Jim," Mr. Newton said as he grabbed Paul's hand. He felt how it squeezed around his whole hand, dwarfing it. Mr. Newton didn't squeeze hard, but Paul couldn't help but feel intimidated as a male in this situation. "Is something wrong, Julia?" "Oh uh no, no," Paul stammered and smiled. "Just a strong handshake, that's all." //Fuck,// he thought, //that was fucking weird.// Mr. Newton smiled back, and they began discussing the lesson in the few minutes before the students arrived. Paul could barely pay attention to what Mr. Newtown was saying as he sat at his desk, facing the classroom. He felt the pit in his stomach getting bigger and bigger as more and more students arrived and sat, facing them. He knew what student teaching entailed, obviously, but he slowly came to realize that he would be the one standing in front of a full class of high schoolers, with half of them leering at his body. The boys all stared at him until he met their gaze, then they looked away and giggled. They would whisper and text, and he knew it was about his, or rather Julia's, body. He couldn't even be mad at them, he probably would have done the same in their shoes. Mr. Newtown finished what he was saying, and Paul took his place at the front of the classroom, ready to throw up. Paul barely registered when the bell rang to begin class and the students quieted down. He just stared for what felt like forever, unsure what to do. He cleared his throat to begin... "Students," Mr. Newton started, "please welcome Ms. Smith. She's a student teacher with us for the day, and with any luck she'll be back at the school starting next year to student teach full time." Paul expected applause, as if he were a guest lecturer at a college. When none came, he cleared his throat again. "Hello, huh, students," he said. Mr. Newtown whispered "louder" to him. "Hello, students!" He said again, feeling as if he was almost shouting. A few kids giggled. "Let's start doing some algebra, then. We'll be going over quadratic equations today. Can anybody remind me what the quadratic formula is?" A few hands shot up, all male. "Yes, you in the baseball hat." //Go to who you know,// Paul figured. "Speaking of hats, take it off Wilson." Mr. Newton said. The student begrudgingly took off his hat and answered the question. "Right, so today we're going to talk about a bit of a few more difficult problems than we've been doing..." Paul felt himself getting more comfortable from there. He was still familiar with algebra because of his major. He lost a little steam the first time he turned towards the board to write on it, knowing that at least a few students would stare at his ass. Many of them were still glancing or straight staring at his chest when he faced towards them, but he found himself able to ignore it the more time he spent up front. Once he got more comfortable with it, he was even able to take a small pleasure in the attention. Later in class, Paul's chalk fell on the ground. He bent over without thinking about it, flashing some of his cleavage to the front row. The remainder of the time flew by, and soon the bell rang for lunch. The students filtered out as Paul floated over to Mr. Newton's desk. "Great job! Let's go over it a bit," he said, rising from his desk to shut the door as the last student left. "Actually, wait, do you have a lunch?" "Oh shit no," he said, before realizing he'd cursed and covering his mouth with his feminine hand. "Pardon my French." Mr. Newton smiled at him. "I actually forgot my lunch. I, umh, had a bit of a bizarre morning." "No problem, let's head out to grab something and come back." They walked over to a caf? close to the school to grab sandwiches and coffee. "So you were, understandably, a bit nervous at the start," he began. "But you definitely grew into yourself throughout the period, which was great. Overall, I'm very impressed and excited to watch you back up there for the next period." "Thank you, I'm excited too." Paul said through a mouthful of sandwich. He covered his mouth again, blushed, and swallowed. "Sorry, Mr. Newton." "No worries, no worries," Mr. Newton, laughing. "No need to be embarrassed. And please, call me Jim" he said, gently patting Paul's unoccupied hand. They finished up their meal and headed back to school. "Well, we still have 15 minutes of lunch," Mr. Newtown said after they made it back to his classroom. "Yeah, what do teachers do with their free time anyways, eat bonbons?" Paul jokingly wondered aloud. "Well," Mr. Newton said, drawn in close to Julia's body. "I know one thing I like to do." Before Paul knew it, Mr. Newton's lips were on his own. Paul's natural reaction to the kiss, strangely, was to kiss back. He gathered himself after a second and pulled back. "Mr. Newton!" He exclaimed, breathing heavily. "Please, it's Jim." And his lips were on Paul's again, with arm's wrapping around him. Paul could feel Jim's five o'clock shadow scratching his face. His mind raced. How could this be happening? He barely felt he could pull back now, with one of Jim's arms wrapped around his lower back and the other around his upper back. A hand reached down and grabbed his ass. The hand filled with his flesh and muscle, an ass he'd been happy to grope himself. He left out an involuntary grunt, which egged Jim on further because he heard it as a moan. Soon Paul was pushed back onto the desk, basically sitting on top of it. He wanted to resist, but... but Jim was Julia's supervisor for the day. His review mattered. Paul was afraid of jeopardizing that. He felt Jim's hands on his back. One had snuck down the back of his pants, while the other was trying to undo his bra over his shirt. Jim's crotch rubbed up on his own. Paul could feel Jim's manhood through it, hard as a rock. Jim slowly pulsed his crotch onto him slowly, as Paul himself had done several times. His new body surprised Paul again. His body was reacting to the stimulation, and in a positive way. His nipples hardened and become more sensitive. Jim lips left and resurfaced on Paul's neck, kissing it slowly and softly down the sides. Paul's stomach fluttered and tightened as his as-of-yet-untouched vagina tingled at the sensations. A hand left his back and came to his chest. It snuck into his blouse and over his (luckily) still-clasped bra to grab a breast. The warmth of the hand was almost nice, and Jim squeezed it softly. Paul expected the pain from last night but found none. Instead, he felt a pleasant wave wash over him, sending sexual chills down his front and spine to his groin. Jim was now massaging the breast. Paul let out another series of involuntary moans. As his body continued to betray him his arms went around Jim. Jim responded by pulling him closer and thrusting against him even more sensually. Despite knowing that both of their pants were still on, Paul's body told him to anticipate penetration at any second now. He just wanted to get through this. Jim pulled back suddenly. "Well, as much as I'd like to," Jim's hand came out of the blouse and put a finger in the front of Paul's pants, pulling, "we can't finish this up right now. We only have a few more minutes until students are going to start coming back." The finger turned a little and, still outside of the lacy underwear, stroked up the front of Paul's womanhood. Paul felt one more wave, the strongest yet, go through his body at this new sensation, but his reaction was somewhere between relief and apathy, having resigned himself to what he believed was going to happen to him. "Um, right, right," he said, trying to gather himself as best he could. They spent a few minutes in silence, organizing a few things, until the first few students arrived back in the classroom. Despite having gained confidence the first class, Paul felt himself right back at where he started, barely knowing how to introduce himself again and self-conscious about the attention his body was receiving. He was nearly shaking as he was coming down from the adrenaline and the pleasure he had been forced to feel. He worried that the class could tell how wet he still way from the sensations. He felt like the attention was even worse from the boys this class. He only realized why part way through the class. When Jim had stuck his hand down his blouse, he had undone another one of the buttons. His ample cleavage was now peering through the top of his blouse, giving everybody who cared to look a show. He decided not to rebutton it, worried about drawing further attention to it. He just wanted to keep acting like he knew what he was doing. After what felt like hours, the final bell finally rang. He gathered his stuff and was almost out of the door before the first student, until he heard Jim's voice. "Julia, we'll have to evaluate that class as well." "Yes, sir." He sighed and went to the desk to a smiling Jim. "Please, sit," he gestured to the chair he had pulled behind the desk with him. Students were filtering out, leaving them almost alone again. Paul sat down begrudgingly, watching as the last students walked out. Some of the boys were getting one last look at his body, leering and enjoying it. But he still wished they wouldn't go, protecting him as they were. "...to start again, and you seemed more nervous throughout." He heard Jim saying. "I was a little distracted at the beginning," he peeped up. "Right, I can't imagine why." Jim said, placing a hand under the desk and onto Paul's thigh. "Overall, though, I think you did well." Paul felt the squeeze on his thigh. He continued staring forward. "I don't know what your future holds as far as teaching goes, but I'd love to see you again." A few students were arriving for the next class. Jim pulled out a card with his number on it and clipped it to the evaluation sheet. Paul took the sheet and rushed out. Paul kept a strong face walking through school and back to his car. He kept it all together as he drove back to the apartment. He kept it in walking through the front door, waiting to see if anybody was there. He kept it together even though he saw nothing but Emily's closed door, and he walked straight to Julia's bedroom. He closed the door, laid on the bed, and even kept it together for a few more seconds before the sobs wracked his body and the tears streamed down his face, ruining his makeup. Soreness and achiness followed the sobs, and soon he just lay there groaning softly until he fell asleep. Chapter 6 "Julia!" He heard a knocking on the door. "Julia!" Emily's voice called to him. "Yeah?" Paul replied, confused and disoriented by being called Julia. "Do you know if Paul is still here?" "Huh, why would I know that!" Paul responded again with Julia's voice. He looked down. Still with Julia's everything. It hadn't all been a bad dream then. He sat up in Julia's bed and looked in the mirror. His makeup ran down his face. His new, feminine, heart-shaped face and light blue eyes, all framed by shoulder-length dirty blonde hair. He went up to the mirror to get a closer look. Light freckles poked out behind the smeared makeup. There would be more of them in the summer, he knew, and his skin would tan nicely. //I'm not still going to be in this body in the summer,// he reminded himself. He'd heard Emily walk away from his door and enter her own room. Not actual-Emily. Julia, in Emily's body, he reminded himself again. Actual-Emily would apparently be gallivanting around in his body. He grabbed a towel and removed the makeup as best he could before entering the common room. Emily's door was closed and he heard her shower running, so he stood and waited, wanting to be told what to do next. He had decided not to tell Julia what had happened today. He was ashamed of it all and hoped that it wouldn't ultimately matter, that Julia would never have to see Jim or hear about it and that it wouldn't affect her life. Paul was so eagerly waiting for Julia that he was almost surprised when Emily's body came out of the door. She wore a sheer black top that barely covered her shoulders and tight white jeans. Her auburn-brown hair was tussled in a sexy way and her makeup accentuated her full face. "Damn... I wished she would dress up like that for me," Paul said, remembering who was in Emily at the moment. A look of annoyance flashed across her face, before being replaced with a smile. "Well, you'll be the one looking like this soon." He nodded before realizing what she'd said. "Wait, what?" "Now we have to set up in a more comfortable spot just in case we fall again, and quickly. You almost slept until sunset and we would have had to wait even longer." "But... but, what are you talking about?" "I'm talking about switching back, duh! Or at least, switching me back into my body." Getting out of this body sounded like a relief to Paul after the events of the day. Still, his head was spinning. "What about our plan though? Wouldn't it make more sense if I switched with Emily so I was back in me and you were in her? That was our plan in the first place." "Unfortunately, I think we just have to chalk that up to a loss. That might out us to her and we would end up in a worse position than we already are. She's already a bit on edge with the switch." "Wait, you talked to her? Is she here?" "No, she's not here or I wouldn't be talking this candidly. She's back at your place now, relaxing and adjusting." "Oh, well, okay, uh fine then. But I thought you couldn't switch back for a week?" "Well, yeah," Julia hesitated, seemingly surprised that he remembered that. "I'm not 100% sure it'll work. But I think that because you aren't switching back to who you were before, it might. I don't know how that limit works for a triangle situation like we have. Now quickly, come on, the sun is getting low." "Okay, fine, where are we going to do it?" "Let's get on my bed, so we can both be comfortable just in case." They set up on her bed quickly, and before Paul knew it there was another FLASH-BANG like the one from last night. He wasn't sure it worked at first. He wasn't sure of anything. He found himself floating again, unsure where he stopped and anything else started. But, as before, he found his mind reconnecting to a body. He had hoped, vaguely, that it would be a male body again, but he was disappointed. His mind began adjusting him to the second female body he'd occupied. It was an easier, less dramatic transition than last time. He felt himself grow a few inches while his chest shrank from the 34D to a more modest 32B. He gained some weight in his stomach and felt himself lose some muscle and fitness. He barely noticed the slight shifts in his groin area, since they were only minor adjustments to be made. His face shifted from a heart shape to more of an oval, and he felt extra hair tumbling down. Soon he felt a bed rise up to embrace him. He flickered his eyes open and glanced over. As he had dozens of times before, he found Julia laying there. She groaned and stretched slightly. He leaned over, as he had before, and laid a light kiss on her cheek. Her eyes flicked open and met his own. "Now that was kind of cute," she mused, smiling. As he watched, she reached down and grabbed her breasts. "Wow, these are awesome. I, huh, had already forgotten." Her hands quickly became reacquainted with her body. "Now that is kind of hot," Paul said. "Yeah, you think so?" Julia smiled at him and started undressing. "I want to take you for a bit of a ride, what do you say? Let me show you how to really please a woman?" Paul was too mesmerized watching her body to refuse. Her lips were on his, kissing them slowly, while her hands gently stroked his back. He found himself getting turned on again, for the second time today. The swap had helped him process some of his feelings from earlier, and he gave in to her touching. She mounted him and began undressing him too, starting with his top. She took it off and placed it on the ground gently, before reaching around and expertly undoing his bra. His new breasts, smaller than before, had a small, hard nipple peeping up. Julia's mouth came down to meet it, sucking on it lightly. Her tongue orbited around it, occasionally flicking over it lightly. His groin ached more and more with each pass. The pleasure distracted him so much that he didn't notice that Julia had already unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He did feel it as her hand slipped down the front of his panties. His back arched up as her hand slid further down and came to his labia. This was all blissfully new territory for him. Her tongue on his nipple had made him ache for more down in his groin, and as she spread his labia he realized how wet he had gotten. A fingertip landed gently on his clitoris. He couldn't have suppressed the moan if he tried. The pleasure jolted through him like an electric joke. Her finger, like her tongue, made soft circles on the clit. He felt a rising heat within him. Each circle increased the pressure inside him. "Here," she said, gently grabbing his hand and bringing it to his own groin. She put one of his own fingers on his clit. "You play with it, gently like I was, while I look for something." He did as he was told, making gentle circles. He still felt the pressure building, but he longed for her touch again. His other hand came up to his breast, gently grabbing his nipple. That helped get him part of the way back to where he had been. He barely heard her rifling through her room. "Now where would I put it." A few more drawers opened and closed until, finally, she gave an "A-ha!" He heard a quick buzz, then felt her come back into the bed. She pulled off his panties. His eyes were sealed shut by the pleasure. His mind quickly floated to earlier, him sitting on the desk, waiting to be penetrated. He imagined Jim taking his pants off, taking a cock out, coming closer to him. "That's good, honey. Keeping going just like that, I have a surprise for you." The pressure had continued to build and he felt like he was on the verge of breaking through to something, but it just wouldn't come. He ached something more. He felt something hard pushing against his labia and was reminded of Jim's girth pushing against his crotch. "Ohhh, ohhhhh," he let out. He felt his vaginal lips spread apart as something entered him. His pussy sent new kinds of pleasure waving up to his brain. His wet pussy squeezed hungrily on it, imagining that it really was Jim's cock. "Ohh yeah, give it to me!" Julia obliged, plunging the dildo deeper into him. He felt the first cracks in the pressure forming, shooting out all over his body. She moved it in and out of him again and again. "Yes, yes, yes! Oh fuck yes! Harder, I need it!" Paul ached to be filled again and again with the dildo, Jim's cock, or whatever else he could. "That's it baby, I want you to come on my cock for me," Julia said, repeating a line of his own. Paul felt his pussy squeeze onto the dildo harder than it had yet and the dam finally broke, releasing a tidal wave of pleasure that rolled over his body. He felt his vision go white at the head rush and he lost control of his body, convulsing in pleasure at his first female orgasm. Where he had only felt a similar feeling in his penis before, he felt it all over his body. The feeling was magnified by Julia continuing to move the dildo in and out slowly. 20, 30, 40 seconds later and he was still unable to move on his own, feeling his body shake out the pleasure that had overwhelmed him. Julia's lips came back up to his as her hands still worked the dildo slowly and sensually, gently bringing him back to some semblance of consciousness. She smiled at him slyly. "And I didn't even need to do this," she said, flicking a button. Paul felt the dildo begin vibrating inside of him, and before he knew it he was on the roller-coaster again, quickly enjoying a second orgasm thanks to her touch. Chapter 7 Paul lay in post-coital bliss as he listened to Julia showering. The sun had set while she was showing him the advantages of his new body. He still wasn't sure that he could move, and he certainly didn't want to. He would rather lay there and remember the last few minutes again and again. It was only when he noticed a discomfort on his hand that he really moved, bring it up so he could examine it. A band-aid on the area between his right thumb and index finger covered whatever was bothering him. He poked his left finger at it, like a child playing with the gap of a missing tooth. It felt like a cut. //Super inconvenient spot, too,// he thought. His right arm felt sore as well and he turned his eyes towards it. It felt bruised, as if it had been grabbed hard, and it had a few scratches on it. He brushed it off and started re-dressing himself the clothes that Julia had picked for him. He pulled the panties up and clipped the bra in front of him and turned it around, slipping his arms in the straps, as he had watched both Julia and Emily do dozens of times before. He walked over to the full-length mirror to examine his new body, the third he had occupied in nearly 24 hours. Julia was thinner than Emily, and he felt the extra weight. She wasn't overweight by any means, but she spent a little less time in the gym toning herself. He got up close to the mirror and stared at his new face for a while. It was a face he knew well from dating it for over a year, but it looked different to him now that it was his own. He made a few faces at it, from silly ones to attempts to be sexy and sultry. He noticed a few of the spots that Emily had mentioned to him over their relationship that he'd never seen from his side. Her nose was ever so slightly crooked, something she'd tried to convince him of for ages, and he could see that small red spot besides it despite Julia's best efforts at covering it up with make-up. He pulled the sheer top on over his head, then danced around trying to get the tight white jeans on. He glanced again in the mirror. He liked the outfit, despite feeling like the tight jeans gave him a slight muffin top. //Maybe I'll change them,// he thought, walking through the dark living room and to Emily's door. He was surprised to find it locked. He turned on the light and looked around for the key, eventually resorting to rifling through the kitchen drawers. He soon gave up his search, figuring he'd just ask Julia once she was out of the shower. In the meantime, he had gotten hungry. He went through the fridge and eventually settled on making himself a sandwich. His stomach was slightly uncomfortable as he made his way through it, and it almost ached once he finished it off. He disregarded it for the time being, rinsing his plate off in the sink. He placed it in the drying rack alongside a chef's knife, the rack's only other occupant. He figured that Julia was out of the shower since the water had stopped running. A hair dryer started a few moments later. He sat on the couch and waited for her. His eyes went wide when she walked out. "Damn, that's the second time you surprised me with your sexiness today." She wore a white blouse, but there was barely enough material to deserve the title. It lay over her shoulders and plunged in a deep v-neckline done her midriff and almost to her belly-button. The neckline revealed a healthy amount of cleavage, pushed together by a dark bra. Blue jeans finished off the outfit. "And you criticized me for wearing a dark bra and white top this morning," he jokingly complained. "Well you were trying to be professional this morning. I'm being sexy instead." "Speaking of which, I wanted to change my pants but you locked Emily's door." "Locked, huh?" Julia said, glancing at the door. "Yeah, I just wanted to change the pants." "What, you don't like the pants I picked out for you?" "Well, no, they're kind of uncomfortable and I don't like how I look in them." "Here, come here," Julia said, walking back into her room. He followed her. She gestured at him to stand in front of the mirror again, and he obliged. She stood behind him and slightly to his side, so she could actually see the mirror. "So what don't you like about them?" "It's just, I don't know, I feel like they don't look very good. And, well," he faded off, grabbing what he felt was extra mass over his waist. He looked at Julia's attention-grabbing outfit in the reflection and admired how it draped over her form. "Oh, honey, you look fine!" She said. "I love that outfit, and I love dressing you, and it would make my night if you would just wear it out? We don't have a lot of time, we have to leave soon." "Wait, out? What do you mean, out?" He asked, turning to face her. "We are going out to dinner and drinks with a few of the sorority sisters, don't you remember? I thought I told you that this morning." "But why? I don't want to interact with other people again! I'm not even me!" "Well, Emily wanted to do the switch earlier than planned because she thought it would be fun to interact with people you both already knew as one another." He pouted a little. He had already interacted with somebody he knew. "Look, it is actually kind of important that Emily goes to this. It is a few of the seniors that were abroad last semester, and she hasn't really had the opportunity to see them yet. They'll feel like she is blowing them off if you don't go. You don't want to do that to her, do you?" He chewed on that for a second. "It just... isn't fair, or something. I don't know. Fine." He relented. "Great! And Emily will meet us out after," she promised as she lead them into the living room. "You can finally see yourself in action from your girlfriend's perspective!" "Won't that be fun," he muttered as he walked towards the door. "Wait, there's one more thing for your outfit." He turned and saw her holding up a pair of classy black sandals with sexy straps and a slight heel. Chapter 8 He only ordered a salad for dinner as he listened to Julia and the sisters chat. He tried to peep up when he could but felt out of place. He didn't have a reference point for a lot of the conversation topics. Instead he just sat and seethed a little. His feet were in slight pain from the walk. The sandals Julia made him wear had a heel that was nearly two inches and he had struggled to walk in them at first. He got his balance, eventually, but he had to focus on walking straight. Luckily, eventually, the conversation came around to spring break plans, which he could talk about. "Well, I'm going to Cancun next week with Paul." "Oh nice, that'll be really fun for you two," said one of them, Becca might have been her name. "Yeah, it'll be nice to get into the warm weather." The waitress brought around the cocktail he ordered, finally, and he took his first sip. He'd ordered something stereotypically girly as a joke that at least he and Julia understood. He listed off a few of their plans. Julia nodded along, then chimed in herself. "And I'm going to Florida with a bunch of the girls from our year." Julia took the conversation from there, detailing her own plans. It was Paul's turn to smile and nod along, he figured, and he did so as he sipped his cocktail down. The conversation eventually wound around to other things, and Paul felt himself fade to the background again. The entrees eventually came, and he ordered a second cocktail with it. Before he knew it the salad, cocktail, and dinner were all done. He felt a slight head rush as they stood up to leave. The two cocktails made their effect known. After the headrush faded, a light, pleasant drunkenness settled in on him. His face felt a little warm despite the cold air, and he laughed at the other's jokes when he knew it was appropriate to. A soft smile played on his lips as they entered a bar to get a few more drinks. "Let's do shots!" One of the girls exclaimed, and before he knew it, he had taken a shot of tequila. He normally hated tequila, but this shot hadn't been so bad. Soon he joined the girls on the dance floor, singing along and dancing around, having gotten more used to the heels. A few guys even came up to them. He recognized a few of them. One that he didn't know started chatting to him loudly and a little too close. His hand even reached over to touch his bare shoulder a few times as he laughed. A little later he found himself standing between maybe-Becca and one who he was pretty sure was Jen. He was holding a beer that the guy had been "kind" enough to buy him. He couldn't find Julia as he looked around. Emily, the real Emily, hadn't shown up yet either. One of the girls, Stacy maybe, saw him scanning the room. "What's wrong Em?" She asked loudly, trying to be heard over the music. "Nothing, nothing wrong, just looking for Julia. Or Paul. Or both." He shouted back. The girl smiled a little and glanced at probably-Jen. "Well let's forget about him for a bit and just enjoy ourselves!" She encouraged him drunkenly. He smiled back and nodded a bit, glancing around one last time. That is when he saw the guy from earlier, chatting closely with a girl with a plunging white top, breasts proudly displayed. She didn't seem to be denying his advances, either. She leaned towards him, laughed at his jokes, placed a hand on his shoulder. Paul's face flushed in jealously. "Oh hey!" He said fakely as he approached the pair. "I see you met my roommate!" The guy gave him a small smile and nod. "Emily! Need another drink?" Julia said, turning her smile towards him. There was satisfaction in her eyes, where he had imagined there would be malice. "No, no," he raised his beer. "He bought me this already." "Oh really?" Julia said, turning back to the guy. "You bought both me and my roommate drinks? What, are you trying to have a threesome with us?" The guy started gasped a bit and started stammering. "Oh don't worry, I'd be down. Emily here would probably be into it too!" It was Paul's turn to stammer. "What, no, your..." Mine, he wanted to say. "I have a boyfriend," he corrected himself. "So, no." The guy gracelessly left the conversation, unsure what exactly he'd gotten caught between. Julia laughed as he left. "Oh, c'mon Emily, he was cute. It would have been fun!" "What the fuck is wrong with you right now?" Paul shouted, loud enough to get the attention of a few people around them even over the music. "What, I was just flirting." "Yeah but WHY? Why are you acting like this?" "I'm flirting because I'm an attractive single girl." Julia said, twirling her hair a bit and puffing her chest up. "It's natural to feel a little jealous, but if it is any consolation, he came up to me first. I just sent him along to you." Paul was twice stung by these words. "I don't need help with guys." He drunkenly slurred. "And besides, you aren't really single! "Oh, I'm not?" Anger welled up inside Paul and rose into his face. Inhibitions lowered, he tossed the rest of his beer in her face. Julia, to her credit, just clenched her jaw. Before he knew it, the bouncer was towering over him. He tried to get away, but his hands quickly wrapped themselves around his small wrists. He looked at Julia pleadingly, but she just watched on, the satisfied look lingering in her eyes. This enraged him even more, and he tried to give a tug, but his small arms couldn't budge the man at all. The bouncer pulled him closer and grabbed his biceps, able to wrap his hand around their entirety as well, and half-dragged, half-carried him out. He stood outside of the bar, weak, humiliated, and scared, and just started walking. His drunken feet, as if from muscle memory, were caring him back to Emily's apartment without even thinking about it. Next thing he knew, he stood swaying in the middle of the living room, staring at the door to Emily's room. He tried the knob again and found that it was still locked. He banged on the door and winced as his hand hit the door, aggravating the cut. He got on to one leg to kick the door instead but stumbled as he tried to balance on a single heel. He took his left shoe off so he could stand, figuring the heel still on his right might help against the door. There was a loud thud and he felt a shock up his leg. He winced again, but grew more determined seeing the damage to the door. He gathered himself for another kick. Another shock through his leg, and he found himself stumbling forward as the door gave way. He stood straight, trying to get his bearings. His eyes played tricks on him as he looked around in the dark, seeing figures in every corner. He even thought something was laying on his bed. Chills up his spine, he groped around on the wall for the light switch. His hand found the switch and he let out the breath he hadn't realized that he was holding. He drew a sharp breath in and froze after he turned the light on. There was something in the bed. It wasn't moving. He approached it slowly. He recognized it as a person as he approached. It looked like a familiar person, too, but it was too still, not breathing. Soon he stood over his bed, face to face with the body. Face to face with himself, with his own body. The eyes were glassy and the face contorted. He seemed so stiff. He reached out a hand and poked it. Cold to the touch. His breath quickened as tears welled up in his eyes. He pulled back the sheets and heard them unsticking. They were heavy with bloody. Blood covered his whole torso. Tears rolled down his face and he sat, still holding the sheet, so he didn't have to see his own body. "What the fuck! Who did this?" Chapter 9 ONE DAY EARLIER Emily woke up, dazed. She knew she cast the spell, she had felt the magic leave her body. But she thought she had seen Julia cast a spell as well. And she thought she'd heard two flash-bangs overtake the room. "Emily? Emily!" She heard Julia's voice saying. A set of hands were on her shoulders. She opened her eyes, confused. Julia was staring at her. "Emily?" She asked again. She shook her head, confused. "Julia?" Emily asked. "You're Julia..." Julia said to her. Emily only got more confused. "So then Emily is in my body. Which makes sense, she was going for that." He thought aloud. "So how'd did I end up in you?" Julia asked to herself. Emily just lay there, confused and unsure how to respond. She was pretty sure she was still in her own body, even though she should be in Paul's. "Emily is me." Julia started again. "I'm you. You're Emily. If Emily is in me, her switch went through. But then I would be in her. Instead I'm in you... because you switched with her! Hers went through first, then yours." Emily let her breath out, even more confused now than ever. "Great," she said, "caught as my mistress instead of my girlfriend." //Mistress?!// Emily thought, sitting up quickly. //Who the fuck was whose mistress now?// Her mind was spinning and she started taking deep breaths to stay in control. She heard Julia, or Julia's body, talk a bit more. She slowly stood up and looked in a mirror. Her face, not her boyfriend's, still looked back. "Emily?! Emily?!" She heard Julia say. She turned, thinking she was talking to her. But Julia was leaning over Paul's form. She stepped out to see. Paul groaned and moved a little. It looked like he had hit his head when he fell. "We should get him into a bed." She suggested. Julia jumped a little. "Yeah, we should put her in her own bed." Julia responded. They struggled to get Paul's mostly limp body up and over to bed. After they were finished, Julia turned to her. "Look," she said. "We have to be careful of what we say when she wakes up. She only thinks that she was trying to switch with me, she doesn't know you were trying to switch with her instead, and now this all has gotten shot six ways to Sunday." She paused for a while. "You said earlier that the worst thing that would happen was no result, and now look at us! I'm you and you're Emily!" Emily looked down at Paul's form in the bed, shaking her head again. //I didn't switch, but she switched... with Paul? So it is Paul in Julia's body now, and Julia in his//. "I just wanted a week alone with you, Julia, and now we have all this." //And he thinks I'm Julia instead. And they were trying to spend time alone together.// "How did it come to this?" She mused aloud. "So much lying all around." She turned to Julia's body, with Paul inside it now. //Inside his mistress's body.// Tears welled up in her eyes. "How was this ever going to work?" She asked, her voice cracking. "We didn't know it would happen like this, honey. It all sounded good on paper. Emily gets your body for a week, and you and I get to spend time together. And when we got back, you'd switch back and we'd go from there. Neither of us want you to be stuck in her body, when you have such a nice one like this." The tears rose towards welling over in her eyes. "And I love you, Julia, no matter what body you're in." These last words were like a knife to her heart. She started crying and turned towards the Paul-in-Julia body. The two people she had loved and trusted most just a few hours before. So many words ran through her heads as she tried to think of what to do or say. What could she possibly do or say to him now? Hatred set in her heart. She just needed time alone to think, and suddenly she had an idea. "You... I..." she 'corrected' herself. "But now, you, have student teaching tomorrow!" She helped him find the lesson plans, then rushed him and herself to bed. She sent him to sleep in Julia's room, while she went to sleep in her own room, with the other half of their duo, the Julia-in-Paul, lying down in her bed. She would act like she was Paul if Julia woke up, try to get more info, see what came of it. Emily thought she would be able to get to sleep, but she seethed all night laying next to her used-to-be boyfriend. The boyfriend who had been fucking her roommate, apparently, and loved her roommate, and wanted to shuffle Emily off elsewhere to spend time with her through some convoluted magical scheme. Apparently, she wasn't good enough for him. He wanted Julia, wanted Julia in his life, wanted Julia's body because hers wasn't good enough either. And now he literally has Julia's body. She turned this all over in her mind again and again, setting it into her heart like stone. Her mind just couldn't get off of it, so much so that she barely noticed when Paul stirred next to her. //Julia,// she corrected herself. Julia started making noises and slowly regained consciousness. Emily reminded herself to act like Paul. "What... what happened?" Paul's voice said. "The switches got messed up, honey." She responded. "How..." Julia put a hand to her head. "Well... you're in Paul instead of Emily. And I'm in Emily now. And Emily is in your body." "What? How?" "Well I'm not sure, hun, you're the magical expert." "I guess... I guess." Julia looked like she tried to think, but it looked like it pained her. "Well, they could cancel each other out, so we could have gotten just a direct swap between me and Paul. Magic is about intent, but it gets messy when it tries to effectuate different people's intents all at once." "Well," Emily said. "Despite the fact that you said the worst thing that would happen was nothing, here I am in Emily's body." Julia looked at her. "Then... one spell must have hit, then the other... Shit, I'm so sorry Paul." "It's fine, it's fine, we can fix it right?" Emily said. "Yeah, yeah we can. Not sure when though..." "I..." Emily thought for a moment. "It's okay. I love you, Julia." "I love you too, Paul." Julia responded. So there it was. Julia held him close, which made her seethe even more, but she just needed to choke it down. Eventually Julia fell back asleep, leaving Emily to remain awake. Her alarm went off way sooner after that then she thought it would have. She rose and helped Paul get ready for student teaching, leaving Julia where she lay. He walked out the door, and she remained in the kitchen, turning it all over in her mind. She felt her life falling apart around her, and nobody even knew, all because of these two. These two liars and cheaters. She wanted to be somebody else, anybody else right now. //And you can be.// A voice in her head reminded her. This all started because they were messing around with who they were.//Paul wanted you to be in her body. She wanted you to be in her body. So... why not take her body, like they wanted you too.// But then they'd just switch back at the end of next week, and her life would be right back here, standing in a kitchen with two traitors plotting around her, trying not to cry as she worked out how to pick up the pieces. //Unless//... Ideas flashed through her head. Violent ideas. But not bad ideas. She had never been that happy in her life. It was only the last few years that it started looking better, and that just been robbed from her, apparently. If she took Julia's body, maybe she could take Julia's life too. Paul was already out pretending to be her. Anything that Paul did would be attributed to Julia. //And anything that I do in this body will be attributed to Emily. Actions, finger prints, and blood. Attributed to Emily, and that doesn't have to be me.// She looked towards the knife drawer. LATER THAT DAY "What the fuck? Who did this?!" Paul screamed, looking at his own dead body. "You did, Emily." He screamed in surprise. Julia was standing in the door frame. "What the fuck happened?!" He sobbed. "You stabbed him, Emily. You stabbed him five times in the chest earlier today, right after I left to student teach. Your own blood is on the wall, too, from that cut in your hand, and he has some of your skin under his nails from when he scratched at you, trying to fight to live after he woke up with a knife in his chest." "Why?" He shrieked. "Because you were mad at him for cheating on you and because, let's face it, you're a little crazy and always have been." "No, no, no!" He screamed. "It was you this morning, Julia! Why would you do this?" "Because I wasn't Julia this morning. But I am now, forever. Just like you're going to be stuck as Emily. Forever." "No! I'll tell them the truth!" "What truth? That you were cheating on me with my roommate, and magically switched bodies with her after our spells bounced off each other, then willingly switched bodies with me later that day? I'm not sure they'll believe you. In fact, it really does sound like you had a mental breakdown, Emily." She taunted him. "Have you been taking your medicine?" Paul felt like confined, his breath fast. He stood slowly, then suddenly lunged at Emily in Julia's body. It caught her off guard, and soon he was on top of her. "Help!" She shouted, as his hands went around her throat. Just then the door flew open and several police officers came in. They rushed her and soon he found himself in handcuffs. One went into the bedroom and confirmed the murder to the others. "It wasn't me!" He shouted. "It was her! I'm not Emily, she is! She did this!" Emily heard her old body scream as the officers carried him down the hall. A police officer leaned over her. "Are you okay?" She nodded. "What's your name?" "Julia," she said, trying not to smile. "Well, Julia, it's a good thing you called when you did. We'll have to take you down to the station to ask a few questions while we sort this out." She wasn't afraid of the prospect. She knew what they'd find. Emily's DNA all over the room, her prints on the knife, plenty of motive for Emily to kill Paul. She didn't have to worry about any of that, though. She was Julia now, for good. Epilogue SIX MONTHS LATER The new Julia sat outside the cafe. She wasn't so new anymore, though. She still occasionally thought of herself as Emily, but those occurrences were less and less frequent. Emily was her old roommate, the girl who had sat in an institution for the last six months insisting she was actually Paul, the murder victim, and that Julia had really been in the body that had been killed, and that the real Emily was still free. She sipped her coffee and glanced around, twirling her hair. Julia's mannerisms came to her more and more easily. //Because they're my mannerisms now.// She was waiting for her supervisor, Mr. Newton, to meet her there for lunch. He said that they'd gone there before, and Julia just had to take his word for it. She was student-teaching full- time for him for her last year in college. She knew she'd do well in the class, too, considering that she was sleeping with Mr. Newton, or Jim as she called him when the students weren't around. They fucked in his classroom almost every lunch break. He was far from the only person she was sleeping with. She'd made a list of guys that she had always wanted to sleep with in her past life. She found that they were tripping over themselves to sleep with her now. She smiled as she saw Jim approach.