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THE SHIFTER'S RING Awakening By Zapper *** Part One Kevin's Point of View *** I glanced over at my girlfriend Brittany, her blonde hair shining softly in the late afternoon light. She was so pretty, she still took my breath away, her body seemed like it had been perfectly sculpted, long legs, flaring into well-proportioned hips, a tiny waist that hinted at the abs she loved to show off, and then a bust that made my mouth water. I looked down at the thick gold ring she'd just placed in my hand. I felt a flutter of nerves in my stomach as I closed my fist around the ring. "Are you sure about this? This thing is safe, right?" "Of course. My dad is one of the best enchanters in the city. It's totally safe." "Why can't you use it, again?" "Well, for one, Daddy puts a lock on anything he enchants so I can't use his artifacts without his permission." "Like a child safety lock?" "Ha! You're so funny." Brittany pouted. The look was so adorable that I wanted to pull her petite body close and kiss her soft lips. I've known Brittany since grade school and been in love with her for as long as I can remember. We'd been friends forever, sharing many of the same classes in school. Both of us having a talent for magic meant we had most of the same classes. In Brittany's case it was obvious, coming from a family of Enchanters. I was adopted. I've no idea if my biological parents had any magical gifts but my adopted parents were totally mundane. We'd been tested in eighth grade and to my surprise I'd been the second most gifted student in our grade. Two spots above Brittany. That had been one of the best days of my life because it meant that I along with the other "talented" kids were transferred to a different school to start high school. Most of the magical training had turned out to be boring. The history of magic. Magical principles. Leylines. Astrology. And an introduction to the Magical Disciplines. The only class that had really been fun had been learning to develop my Manna Well and opening up my Mage Sight. For any serious use of magic these to skills are vital. No student would be admitted into the Academy of Magic Users or into an apprenticeship in one of the magical disciplines without these skills. Students had to graduate from high school to apply for either the Magic User's Academy or an apprentice. Both Brittany and I had just graduated and while she was expected to apprentice in her family business, I was waiting to see if my scores were high enough to get into the Academy. Even if I got in, I'd have to figure out how to pay for it. The Academy is expensive. We'd started dating between our junior and senior year and since graduating we had moved into an apartment together. Much to Brittany's dad's dismay. There really wasn't much he could say, Brittany was working as a waitress at Twin Peaks, making more in tips than wages. I'd taken several part time jobs while I was in high school including during my senior year as a cook at Twin Peaks. Mostly, to allow me spend more time with Brittany. However, of all my part time jobs, I loved working for my Dad in his garage the most. Normally, he didn't pay me, which is why I'd gotten other part time work, but now that I'd graduated, he hired me for twice minimum wage. Even if it was part time work, it was too good a job to pass up. Dad knew I needed money to pay for school, and so Brittany and I could live together. My parents love Brittany! "Are you going to try it? Or are you scared, like a little girl?" "Of course, I'm not scared!" Brittany knew by poking my male ego she could get me to do just about anything. "Tell me about this thing, first." "Not much to tell. It's an artifact called, "The Shifter's Ring" and it's been sitting in Daddy's vault for as long as I can remember." "Why's that?" "Cause he's asking an absurd amount for it." Then she added more thoughtfully, "I don't think he crafted it. I'm not sure where he got it, exactly." "Then what makes you think it's safe? And if he didn't craft it then you don't need his permission to use it, right?" "Daddy doesn't keep dangerous artifacts. He doesn't trade in dark magic or cursed items. I read the sales description for the ring before I snitched it. You need to channel your magic through the ring to activate it. The ring will then give you the ability to shift into any form you choose. Clothes and all." Then she hurriedly added, "I can't use it because you need to be the one to shift if this is going to work." "Mhmm," I slowly examined the ring. It felt soft and heavy, it was obviously gold, very pure gold at that, and it vibrated as I held it. It had finely crafted sigils worked into the gold and I wished I'd paid more attention during runes and sigils class. "I need to go to Damion's gym tonight and apply in person if I'm going to get an apprenticeship as a Physical Adapt. I also can't miss my shift at the restaurant. You worked there, part time, so you can fill in for me." "Why do you want to apprentice for Physical Adapt? The things you can learn from your parents are already amazing." "Amazing? I'd say boring. I want something different. The things the Adapts can do are totally bad ass. And they make a ton of money." Brittney looked up at me with her brilliant blue eyes, "Please, Kevin, do it for me. Just tonight. I'll make it worth it." I could lose myself in her eyes. "Fine. I'll try. No promises if this doesn't work." I slowly pushed the ring onto the first finger of my right hand. The ring pulsed adjusting itself to go over my knuckle and then lock down on my finger. "Ouch! What the hell?" I looked at Brittney, "I think it bit me." For a moment she frowned and then shook her head. "Don't worry about it. It's probably your imagination. The next step is to activate it. Just channel magic from your manna well into the ring." "Yeah, yeah." I muttered and drew on my Well. I might not be the best student at the history of magic, or at runes, but I excelled at developing my manna well. It was kind of like lifting weights, except instead of getting bigger muscles, developing your manna well allowed you to draw power faster and hold more of it for longer. In fact, I was hoping that my strength in magic would be enough to get me into the Academy over some of my poorer grades. I pushed a trickle of energy into the ring and nothing seemed to happen. I pushed more, and more energy and all I could tell was that it was drinking up the manna as fast as I could channel it. "Kevin, try pushing more manna to it." I peeked up at Brittany and saw that she'd activated Mage Sight. So she could see that I was trying. "Fine. How's this?" I felt irritated for no real reason. I 0pened a channel from the ring to my Well and PUSHED power. Abruptly, the ring pulsed. Then I felt it go from passively drinking magic to pulling magic. Draining me. I gasped and tried to fight it but I was powerless. For a moment I thought it would drain me completely, then it slowed. I wrenched control back and shut down the channel. "Fuck, what was that?" "I'm not sure. How do you feel?" For the first time Brittany sounded, and looked worried. "Light headed. Like I was a juice box and someone drank all the juice." I laughed a bit nervously. "Try to fill your Well." I could tell Brittany was nervous. There were cursed objects out there that not only drank mana but were aware and could drain a person's magical talent. I tried to reach out to the magic in the world around me and after a moment I felt the magic respond. It flowed into my well, a little slow at first, but then like normal. "I-I think I'm fine." "Good. Now try to use the ring." "How do I do that?" "I'm not sure. Why don't you try looking at me and just, will the ring to turn you into a copy of me." I shook my head, "It can't be that easy." Then I felt it. Like an awareness in the back of my mind. I looked at Brittany, all of five foot two (1,57m) and maybe a hundred and ten pounds (50kg). She looked sexy as hell in the red and black, plaid, top designed to show off her tight abs and bellybutton stud as well as her generous cleavage. My vision seemed to zoom in, I was suddenly more aware of Brittany, physically, than I've ever been. I felt the ring pulse and respond to my unspoken intent. 'Do you want to be her?' It wasn't an actual voice, but I could feel the ring communicating without words. 'Yes.' I thought, trying to project my intent to the artifact. The ring pulsed and I felt it draw a bit of power from my Well before I could stop it. Then everything blurred and I felt a sense of vertigo. My body started to vibrate and I could feel things shifting. There were too many sensations to follow and I closed my eyes trying to block everything out. The sensations rolled over me going on and on... hips shifting, hair tumbling down my shoulders, my body shrinking while my chest inflated and then a sharp pulling sensation as my cock disappeared into my body... then it was over. I let out a high-pitched gasp, in relief. "Oh. My. God. It worked! You look just like me." I opened my eyes and for the first time that I could remember I was looking directly into Brittany's eyes. I'm normally ten inches taller (25cm) and seventy pounds (32kg) heavier than Brittany, but I knew in an instant that had changed. "Oh, shit. I-I don't believe it." My voice came out high, and soft, not like the curse I'd intended but more like a plea. I glanced down at my chest feeling the strange sensation of boobs held in check by a push-up bra and the tightly knotted plaid top. "I-I've got tits." I reached up, noticing my hands were now tiny and each finger had been treated to a French manicure. I squeezed the globes of flesh on my chest observing in an almost detached way how huge they felt in my new hands. And how strange it was to feel a pair of hands groping soft flesh I'd never had before. "Of course, the first thing you do is play with your boobs. You're such a guy." Brittany giggled, "Well, you were..." "Very funny," I looked up from the creamy expanse of flesh and noticed how my jean shorts hugged my hips and crotch. They were a little stiff and very tight as they firmly pressed into my crotch, there was no way I could escape the fact that I was now missing a very important part of, me. "I'm not exactly comfortable, you know?" I took a stumbling step back from Brittany trying to breathe... to think. "I don't think I can do this. I mean, look at me? I don't move like you. I know the restaurant, but not your job. Do the same people work there?" As soon as the words were out, I felt something pulse in the back of my mind. A question, did I want to BE Brittany? Before I could make a clear choice, my vision seemed to lock onto Brittany and more manna slipped from my well. Again, there was a feeling of vertigo, but it passed quickly this time. "Kevin? What was that?" "What was what?" "I don't know, I... It felt like you cast a spell on me. But not exactly. Are you okay?" "I..." I paused. Suddenly, I felt a lot better. I straightened up feeling more relaxed, not comfortable, exactly, but things weren't as... odd. "Something happened, I think the ring did something to make me more... to help me, adjust?" I reached up and tucked some loose hair behind one ear and bit my bottom lip while crossing my legs so my smooth thighs pressed together. ?I was feeling really uncomfortable, your body is just so different from mine, and I was worried about impersonating you, you know, your mannerisms, knowing the other girls and I felt the ring pulse, and I sort of couldn?t stop looking at you.? ?Oh, wow, Kevin. Just standing there, the way you bit your lip just now... It?s a nervous habit that Mom is always getting after me to stop.? Brittany got a mischievous look, ?Quick, tell me, who else is on shift with you tonight.? ?Kendra and Sarah... Oh, Sue is bartending, and Jason is the manager tonight. He better not grab my ass or I?ll kick him in the balls!? I felt a flash of anger when I realized that Jason had been guilty of grabbing Brittany in the past. ?HA! Yes, no wonder Daddy wanted so much for that ring. It does more than just shift you physically.? Then it hit me. ?How, could I know all that?? ?The ring. Remember, I said I felt like you cast a spell, right before you got dizzy? It must have somehow copied part of me, my personality, my memories, whatever into you to help you adjust and impersonate me.? ?That?s crazy. Only the most powerful artifacts, like the ones the Magic-Users keep in their vaults have power like that. How would your dad have something like that?? Then I paused thinking, ?Do you think I have to see the person I want to shift into?? Brittany shrugged, ?I don?t really know how the ring works. If I had to guess, I?d say it could use your memories of someone to change, at least physically, into a copy of that person. Or if you were looking at a picture it could use that to understand what you want. I think it has to work with what you can give it. In this case since I was here that probably helped. Particularly, with the mental shifting. The first time you shifted I didn?t feel anything, but the second time I felt it do something... I think to do those mental changes you have to be close enough for the ring to work its magic.? I lifted my hand to look at the ring and gasped. ?Uhm, where is it?? ?I?m not really sure how it works or where it came from.? Brittany looked thoughtful and I could tell she hadn?t really heard m. ?Daddy was doing a lot of specialty work with the Guild when I was small, maybe it was something he worked on back then. Or maybe he...? Her voice trailed off when she realized I?d asked a question. ?Where?s what?? I held up both hands, fingers spread as wide as possible, ?The ring.? Gasping Brittany moved toward me, staring at my empty fingers. Still in disbelief she reached out lacing her fingers and mine together. ?I-I can?t feel it. It?s gone?? I focused on the ring, and for a moment I felt a ghost like sensation around my finger and a presence in the back of my mind. ?I-I don?t think it?s gone. I think it?s just, not here physically while I?m shifted. I can feel it, in my mind.? I stepped back and let go of Brittany?s hands. I was hyper aware of the way my boobs bounced, how my long hair moved behind my back, the rock of my hips with each step. I stopped when my back hit the wall. In desperation I willed the ring to appear. More power pulsed from my Well and I felt the ring respond. An instant later it appeared on my finger just as before. Only now it was smaller, sized to my new feminine digit. ?I need to see if I can change back.? I felt a moment of panic at the thought of being stuck. I focused on the ring and the need to be ME. The ring pulsed and once again I felt vertigo as my body started to vibrate, skin, clothes, bones, organs, and hair pulsing and shifting. Then it was over. ?I?m me!? My voice was its normal deep bass and I reached up to feel the hard pecs I?d spent hours in the weight room developing. Then I shifted down to my crotch feeling my baggy jeans and my glorious masculine member hanging between my legs. ?Fuck. It feels good to have my cock back.? ?The ring changed too.? I held up my hand and saw the ring sitting right where I?d put it. Only now it was thicker, more masculine, more matched to my current body. ?Yeah, well, that was interesting. I think I?m gonna watch some TV.? ?No, you don?t!? My shift starts in forty minutes. It?ll take you fifteen just to drive over there.? Brittany moved over to me and ran her tiny hands over my hard stomach. ?Remember, I promised to make it up to you tonight.? I looked down and knew I could just fall into those blue eyes. ?Fine. But just this once.? *** I parked my truck near the back of the parking lot and behind the restaurant. I didn?t want to have to answer questions about Brittany driving ?her? boyfriend?s truck instead of her Prius. The step down was further than I realized and I hit the pavement harder than I thought, the impact caused my boobs to bounce and hurt a little as the straps and underwire bit into my soft skin. ?Stupid bra!? I paused to adjust my new girls and then flicked my hair over my shoulder. I started to walk toward the bar and realized that I?d left my purse in the cab. ?Ah, fuck.? I turned around and stomped back to the truck climbing up onto the running board and opening the door. Brittany had insisted when I changed back into her, that I use the ring to create a copy of her purse. The magic was incredible. I not only had a perfect copy of her driver?s license, but I had her wallet, including credit cards, membership cards, plus other odds and ends like a nail file, clippers, lipstick, tampons, and Motrin. It wasn?t until after the change that we noticed her phone had been on the charger instead of her purse. ?I wonder if it would have made a copy of her phone?? I added my keys and my phone to her bag knowing I?d need them since I was going to drive my truck. ?I don?t know why I need a purse.? I muttered as I locked the truck and hurried toward the bar. Every step felt strange, but normal. My male mind knew that these sensations should be freaking me out; my breasts bounced in time with each step and my hips moved from side to side in a smooth sexy strut, and even my long hair, in a pony tail, swinging from side to side behind my back felt, ordinary. I was guessing that it had to do with the ring trying to help me adjust. ?There are entirely too many moving parts to this body.? I was acutely aware of the brisk wind that tossed my hair and caressed my tummy. I felt my skin prickly with goose flesh and my nipples become hard. Involuntarily, I rubbed the empty spot on my figure where the ring had nestled. Brittany had insisted, after I shifted back into her form, that I cause the ring to appear and then take it off. ?It?s safer here in our apartment on the mantel. Besides, if it?s back here you can?t chicken out half way through my shift, change back and come home.? Now, as I pushed my way into the restaurant, I wasn?t sure if I could go through with this plan. The door felt heavier than normal and my senses were assaulted by noise, heat, and the smell of bar food. ?I could just say that I?m feeling sick.? ?Brittany!? I looked over and spotted Sarah. She was a tall lean red-head with a body gifted to her from hours spent running. She?d once told me that she was training for her seventh marathon. Although, she was a little flatter than Brittany up top, she had a great ass and legs. I?d often wondered if I could bounce a quarter off her well-cut gluts. ?I wasn?t sure you?d make it.? She rushed forward to give me a hug, bending slightly at the waist to prevent our tits from betting squished. I responded without thinking, returning the hug. She leaned back looking closely at me and then murmured, ?Don?t worry, Kevin, Brittany called and told me everything. This is just too awesome. I?ll help if you need anything.? Then she giggled and let go of me, ?But you?ve got this, girl.? ?Got what?? Kendra asked. I looked over at the cute girl of mixed African-Irish descent and instead of the usual wave of lust, I was just happy for the interruption. ?Oh, we were just talking about school.? I tried to cover up for Sarah. The sexy girl flashed her ultra-white smile at me, ?Are you still thinking of trying to apprentice at the Physical Adept gym? Wasn?t tonight the last night for applying?? ?Uhm, nope, they... er... have another opportunity for tomorrow afternoon.? ?Come on, you better put your purse away and get clocked in. You know how Jason is. He?ll yell at us if he finds us chatting.? Sarah commented grabbing my arm and dragging me toward the back of the restaurant. ?Fine.? I followed Sarah through the restaurant, passing several already full tables. There were TVs just about everywhere with more than a dozen games playing. It was still early enough that the dinner crowd wasn?t here yet. I noticed more than one set of male eyes tracking my lithe body as I zig-zagged through the tables. ?Are all guys so obvious? Or am I just being hyper sensitive?? The, ?Employees Only? door led to the kitchen and then past that to another small room with lockers a table and some chairs. Beyond the break room through another door was the manager?s office. On the wall next to the door to the office was a time clock. I noticed that I was five minutes late. I quickly pulled Brittany?s time card from the rack next to the clock and ran it through the machine, before returning it to the rack. ?I guess, I?ll need to stay on the clock for an extra five minutes.? ?So, is that really you?? I turned around and saw Sarah, standing just to one side of the door. Her arms were folded below her breasts and there was a little smirk on her face that made me want to slap her. That was strange, since I?d always thought Sarah was sexy and fun. Then I realized I was reacting the way Brittany did to Sarah, sometimes. They were friends, but it was a strange friendship. One week they shared everything and spent lots of time together, then they?d fight and go weeks without talking. This was obviously one the weeks when they were BFFs. Sarah was actually two years older than Brittany and came from a new family of Magic-Users. She?d been accepted into the Academy but her parents didn?t have enough money to simply cover her tuition. They also insisted she work, since it helped to develop character. I wanted to ask her what it was like, studying with the Magic-Users. I bit my tongue instead. ?Yeah, you know I can?t say no to her.? I?d thought about lying, but I wasn?t sure I could pull it off. Not with Sarah knowing Brittany so well. ?Oh, my gosh, how does it feel? I mean did you always want to know how it feels to be a girl? Because, if Brittany hadn?t warned me, I?d never have guessed you aren?t B!? I cringed at hearing her call me B. Only Sarah did that and it annoyed me. Brittany didn?t seem to mind. ?To be a girl?? She nodded eyes still wide. ?Uhm no, not really... I mean maybe. Isn?t everyone curious what it might feel like to be someone else? At first, it was crazy-strange. Then I used the ring to make me feel more... comfortable? Normal?? ?You mean it can do more than physical changes?? I turned away and went to Brittany?s locker putting her purse inside and slipping my cell into my back pocket. As I did, I noticed it wasn?t deep enough for the whole phone leaving about half an inch exposed. I closed the locker and spun the combo lock. Then turned back to Sarah. ?Holly, shit, did the ring give you Brittany?s combo? She texted it to me just in case you had any problems.? I shrugged feeling my chest bounce, ?If I don?t think about it, stuff like that seems to just come to me.? Then I thought about her first question, ?Yeah, I?m not sure what all it can do, but it?s not limited to physical changes. Although, it created this outfit and copied Brittany?s purse.? I gestured down at myself. ?It can do clothes too? Cool. Can I see it?? I shook my head feeling my hair swish. ?No. Brittany made me leave it on the mantle back at the apartment. She said it?s safer there.? Sarah gave me a startled look and then a smirk. Before I could ask her what she was smirking about the door to the manager?s office opened. ?What are you two doing back here? I?m not paying you to gossip.? I looked at Jason and for the first time in my life felt intimidated by him. At six and a half feet (198cm) tall he is a large man. The lantern jaw and dark hair shaved into a buzz cut gave him a rugged look that went with wide shoulders and a thick powerful body. Not exactly bodybuilder, more like a brick layer, there was no doubt in my mind that he was strong. ?I wonder how those thick hands would feel on my tits?? For a moment I was too stunned by the thought to know how to react. I opened my mouth to speak but Sarah beat me to it. ?Hey, I?ve been here for four hours already. I?m due a break. B just checked in and is heading out to pick up my tables until her section starts to fill in. I was just letting her know who still needed their orders.? ?Well, hurry up.? With that he turned around and stomped back into his office. ?Uhm, thanks.? ?No problem, girlfriend. Besides, it?s true. I?m on break. Tables three and four have their food. One has drinks and their order is in the kitchen. Table five just sat down. I?ll see you in fifteen minutes... Brittany.? ?You are having too much fun with this aren?t you?!? ?Guilty.? Sarah laughed. *** I hurried through the restaurant, balancing a tray of drinks and feeling sweat trickle between my breasts and my bra straps dig into my shoulders. I managed to avoid spilling anything as I arrived at the table. Six guys all watching football, eating bar food, and drinking beer. ?I?ve got your beers, guys.? I announced using Brittany?s best flirty smile. ?That was quick, babe, you must really know how to move.? I giggled like his stupid joke was funny. I quickly passed out the beer and managed to avoid one clumsy attempt to grab my ass. ?Okay, is there anything else?? ?Naw, we?re good for now.? ?Unless you want to join us.? ?Sorry, boys. We?re crazy busy, I doubt I?ll even get a break.? Before they could reply I moved to the next table. I was telling the truth, my section had customers at every table. Sarah had left about three hours ago and I had another hour before I got off. Luckily, I didn?t have to stay until closing. I collected up empty plates from one of my tables and took another drink order before heading back to the kitchen. At first the night had been a little rough. I knew what to do, but struggled. The clothes, hair, body, and tasks... they all felt, odd. Sarah gave me a few hints and I could feel her eyes following me as I moved. Once we got busy enough, I stopped thinking about my body or the job. After that things smoothed out. Time passed quickly. I was shocked when Sarah gave me a hug goodbye. ?When are you off tonight?? ?Uhm,? I paused thinking, ?Eleven.? ?You?re not stuck closing?? ?Not tonight, thank god.? ?Have you talked to... you know?? ?My significant other?? I asked being vague. ?Yeah, we texted a little while ago. The testing just started. She said she should be home by nine. So, she?ll beat me home.? ?Okay, well I need to run. See you later, girlfriend.? I tried not to grimace. She?d been calling me that all night. Trying to tweak my male ego, at the moment it just annoyed me. Now, I glanced at the clock. Earlier the hands had felt like they were moving quickly, now with an hour to go they seemed to drag. ?Brittany, can I see you?? I looked up to see Jason staring down at me. His gaze made me uneasy, ?Uhm, sure.? I followed him to the break room and paused just inside the door. He turned around sooner than I was expecting putting himself closer to me than I wanted. He took another step toward me. ?Definitely in my personal space.? I thought. ?I?ve been thinking about your request.? ?Oh?? ?I wonder what Brittany asked for?? ?You know, for more hours. I think I can move you up from twenty-four hours a week to thirty-six. You?ve been doing a great job and I?ve had several customers tell me on the way out you?re their favorite server.? I felt a spark of excitement. I knew Brittany wanted more hours so this was great news. ?Jason, thank you so much!? I gushed as my excitement for Brittany bubbled over. ?I knew you?d be happy.? He moved forward and before I knew it wrapped his arms around me in a hug. I felt my breasts being squished and for an instant felt the thrill of being in the arms of a powerful man. ?Ah, Jason, thanks. It really means a lot.? I gently pushed back and to my surprise, he let me go. ?Can you stay until your tables have cleared? I?ll close off your section at that point. I?m sure they?ll clear out quickly once the game?s over.? I wanted to shout, NO! But that would be odd, having just asked for and gotten more hours. ?Sure. Thanks again.? I hurried back out into the restaurant, and stopped by Becca at the door. ?Jason says to start shifting customers to other sections. I?m staying until my area is done.? Becca, our seventeen-year-old hostess nodded. ?Got it Brit.? I rushed back to my area to check on drinks and see what might be needed. As I did a shout went up. Normally, I?m a huge football fan, tonight it just seems like a distraction. I ignored the game and started working to ring up the checks. With the game over I expect my section to empty pretty quickly. *** The drive home was easy at this time of night. There weren?t many cars out, however the cold night air had me shivering. It took a few minutes for my truck to heat up, this had never bothered me before, but I just couldn?t stop shaking until I felt the caress of warm air. ?It must be the difference in body mass. The temperature just hits me harder at a buck than it did at my normal weight.? I took my time driving home, there wasn?t any point in tempting fate and getting pulled over. I had a copy of Brittany?s driver?s license but what would happen if a cop scanned it? Best to play it safe and drive slowly. I slowed to stop for a light and noticed a police cruiser pull up behind me. The light changed and I accelerated, careful to drive the speed limit. ?SHIT!? The cop?s lights had just come on. I hit my hazards and started to pull over, my heart was thundering as I grabbed the wheel in a death grip. As soon as I got off the road, he raced past me. The wave of relief left me feeling giddy. ?He must have gotten a call. Thank god!? I turned into the apartment parking lot and had to circle around for a few minutes trying to find a spot. My normal spot had been taken by a light blue Camaro. When I got down and out of the cab I had to hang onto the door for a moment. I felt tired, exhausted really, the tension of the evening, the work of slinging drinks and food, being on my feet for more than eight hours, and then the adrenaline rush of the cop... ?I need a long bath. No, fuck that, I need to change back. Then a long bath.? The idea of taking a bath in my male body made me giggle. ?Brittany is going to freak out when I tell her about tonight.? I hurried up to our second-floor apartment using the steps instead of the elevator, even if it would have been easier in these heels. Then I rushed down the hall to the last apartment at the end. I opened Brittany?s purse digging for my key ring and then froze in shock. The key to our apartment was missing. ?What the hell?? *** Part Two Brittany?s Point of View *** ?Brittany Henderson?? I took a deep breath and stood up, ?Yes.? The tall African-American gave me an easy smile. ?I?m Master Damion Jones. Please, come with me.? I followed the fit looking Master Physical Adept and couldn?t help but notice how he moved. The liquid grace was a hallmark of the physical adepts. I could feel my excitement growing. ?I think I did well. I passed each of the tests. I even got my body-shield to manifest... well, sort of... almost.? The testing had taken several hours. I?d clutched a crystal as I drew on manna and held it. The intensity of the light from the crystal showed how much and how quickly I could draw power. Then they?d given me several physical tests. Pull-ups, sit-ups, and push-ups followed by a run on a treadmill. Then they?d taught me a way to use my manna from the Well to fill my body. Pushing it out along my veins like a new kind of blood. I?d felt energized. Then they had me repeat the physical tests. I tried to hold the manna and keep flowing from my Well along my veins and into my body as I worked. I was stunned that I was able to double my original scores. The testing continued. Next it was eye sight. Read the eye chart. Now read it filling your eyes with manna. Then they dimmed the lights and had me repeat the tests. Next was hearing. Then balance. Flexibility. The final test was to start to develop a body shield. The idea is simple. Push the manna out from your skin. Feel it. Let it form a shield. The body-shield of a physical adept is their signature ability. It can be used in a number of ways and is essential. I sat meditating, trying to expand my magic. I lost track of time and as I struggled, I felt a buzzing along my skin. Then as I focused on it, it faded. Over and over I tried until at last the door to the quiet room they?d given me opened. ?Time?s up. Please follow me to the waiting room. We will evaluate your test and then come get you.? We went through a new set of doors and a short hallway that opened into a large open space with high ceilings. At first glance it looked like a classic gym. Weights, workout equipment, wrestling matts, boxing ring, heavy bags, speed bags. From there things get different. There were all kinds of weapons hung on the far wall. Including firearms. ?Please, we?re going this way.? I realized I?d stopped to look around. ?Sure... I mean, yes, sir. Sorry, I got distracted.? ?Don?t worry about it.? Master Jones gave me a quick smile. I follow him to a door along the far wall. This turned out to be what looked like a board room. It held a long table with chairs all around. I glanced around at the flat screen set up for presentations and then back at the long table. At the far end sat two of the Adapts that had tested me. Master Jones moved to the head of the table. He waved a hand toward the seat at the far end. ?Have a seat.? ?Why do you want to be an Adapt, Ms. Henderson?? The small woman to Jones? left asked. ?I-I,? I took a deep breath and started over, ?I want a different life than the life my family has planned for me. They are all enchanters and expect me to follow in the tradition. I don?t want that life. I want to see more, do more, experience more. Adapts are the best guards, special agents, and investigators around. They are highly paid, highly sought after, and have interesting assignments.? Master Jones deep chuckle vibrated through the room. ?You seem to have seen too much television. It?s true we are highly sought after and paid. Most of the time an Adapts job is long hours filled with boredom. When you?re not on duty you are training and the discipline is relentless.? ?And while we do participate in magical investigations, our role is normally to assist the lead Magic-User. We are protection, not investigators.? The man sitting to Master Jones? right added. ?I understand. I still want to apprentice here and become an Adapt.? ?In that case. Welcome to the school.? The other two masters added their congratulations before Master Jones cut them off. ?Master Grey,? Jones gestured to the man sitting next to him, ?will take you out front and you can start filling out the paper work.? My heart almost stopped and then I couldn?t help grinning. I could hardly remember the walk to an office and the young man was waiting behind a desk. He offered me a clip board and asked me to let him know if I had any questions. The next thing I knew I was sitting in my Prius holding a leather case filled with material I needed to read before Monday. Monday, when I?d be starting my new life at the school. I sat the case down on the seat next to me and started the car. ?Oh, damn Kevin, you are in for one wild night. I need to celebrate!? I head home, ?I think it?s time to break open that bottle of Champagne Jayne gave me.? I?ve been holding onto it for a special occasion and this seems like the right moment. I didn?t even know if Kevin liked Champagne but my parents let me have a glass every New Year?s Eve to celebrate. I pull into the one car garage we rented along with the apartment and felt a little disappointed when I didn?t see Kevin?s truck in his usual spot. Instead, there was a Camaro parked where Kevin normally stopped. It reminded me of Sarah?s car, but I shook my head, Sarah still lived with her parents. She was two years ahead of Kevin and I and was studying at the Academy. Even with help from her folks, and a scholarship, she needed to work to help pay the bills. Then I glanced down at my watch. 8:45 pm. Kevin had more than two hours to go on my shift. I hurried up to the apartment and fished my key out of my purse. I took a moment to juggle the leather case, my purse, and my keys, but then I got the door open. ?Kevin, I?m home!? As expected, there was no answer. I had plenty of time to prepare a surprise for Kevin. Then I notice that the lights in the living room were out, and the room was bathed in a soft glow from half a dozen candles. ?Kevin must have sweet talked Jason into letting him out early. I bet he?s looking for his reward.? I headed to the kitchen looking for glasses and set the leather case and my purse down on the kitchen counter. I had to grab a small stool from the pantry and standing on it I reached the top shelf. Snagging the Champagne glasses, I step down from the stool and place them on the counter. Then I opened the fridge and moved a few things around until I found the wine. ?Hey, babe, did you just get home.? I let out a squeak of surprise and I spun around confused by the familiar alto, I wasn?t used to hearing my own voice. ?K-Kevin, you startled me.? I took a half-step back as my eyes drank up Kevin?s shape. I hadn?t realized until tonight that I was a bit of a narcissist. Now, my heart quickened, Kevin was standing there still damp from a shower, hair wet and slicked back out of his eyes. It was like looking into a mirror only, not, because he was wearing a towel and I was still dressed in the workout clothes I?d worn to my interview. His body might be identical to mine, but the way he held himself, his head cocked, one hand on a jutting hip, it was sexy and totally different from me. He?d managed to fix his towel just over his breasts and under his arms and he looked surprisingly helpless, and sexy. I felt a flutter in my tummy and my heart started to race. ?How did you beat me home?? ?It was slow. Jason asked if I wanted to go home early.? Kevin moved toward me, slowly, rolling each hip, in a naturally aggressive feminine saunter. ?Now, don?t you owe me something for taking your shift?? ?I do, but even better, I was accepted. They?ll take me as an apprentice!? ?Oh, babe, that?s wonderful news.? Kevin?s towel slid to the floor and I gasped. I?d seen myself naked, but never like this. He ran a hand down between his breasts and the tips of his delicate fingers leaving a teasing trail for my eyes to follow until they reached his freshly shaved pubic area. ?Do you like it? I did it for you.? My heart was racing, I forgot all about the wine, as I stepped forward. ?Y-You want to... make love, like this?? ?Yeah, I always wondered what it would feel like.? I moved forward and cupped her face with my hands. Slowly, I leaned in and brushed her lips with mine. I could taste the mint from our shared toothpaste. My nipples get hard and I felt a new heat between my legs. I ran my hands down her back feeling the soft skin and then she pressed her soft naked breasts into mine. A low moan slipped out of my lips as I came up for air. The heat between my legs had become an empty achy feeling... as if sensing my desire Kevin slid one naked thigh between mine used her leg to rub my crotch. ?Oh, fuck, take me to bed, or lose me forever.? I gasped. ?Your wish is my command.? My doppelganger laced her fingers through mine, turned around, and drew me toward the bedroom. I enjoyed the view of her sexy bottom, each glut flexing and moving, I noticed the fleeting glimpse of side boob, as her tits moved in time with her hips. I drank in the panorama of her body... my body... from behind. As soon as the bedroom door closed behind me, she was there, pushing me down onto the bed. She hooked the top of my workout pants and pulled them, along with my underwear, effortlessly down over my smooth thighs. I was still wearing running shoes and my twin paused to remove each shoe and sock, one at a time, before removing my leggings. Then seeing my toes, with their pick polish, she leaned down and took my left big toe into her mouth. The feeling of having my toe sucked sent a jolt of sensation up my leg and strait to my already hot pussy. I tried to bend my leg in an effort to get her closer but she just switched to my other toe. ?B-Babe, what are you doing?? ?SSshhhh...? She moved to my calf kissing and caressing working her way with soft touches, fingers like feathers, over my hot flesh. Each kiss was gentle yet searing, her tongue left a conflagration in its wake. Then she was at my inner thigh. I couldn?t help squirming and bucking my hips as I started to lose control. I needed the teasing to stop. I needed to be filled. I could feel my pussy opening, hot and ready for attention. I grabbed my shirt and sitting up pulled it up over my head and tossed it to one side. My sports bra went next and I gasped as cold air hit my overheated nipples. Then the vixen that was my boyfriend, arrived at my vag... she blew softly into my glistening folds, careful not to touch my super sensitive flesh. ?S-Stop teasing me!? ?But, B, it?s so much fun!? I felt an instant of confusion, ?When did Kevin start calling me B? That?s what Sarah calls me.? Then she moved to the inner thigh of my other leg and I moaned knowing she planned to use that same soft, tickling, teasing, licking approach. ?Girl, you are such a bitch!? I moaned, enjoying the chance to call Kevin a girl. I used one hand to rub my breasts focusing on my hard as diamonds nipples, while the other drifted down to my pussy.? ?No, you don?t.? The slut between my thighs slapped my hand away. ?That pussy is all mine, and call me Brittany, B.? I wanted to laugh at Kevin doing a little role play. Sarah liked to call me B, Kevin must have picked up on that while at work. Now he wanted to pretend that he was me and I was Sarah wearing a copy of my body. The idea was so hot I almost creamed myself. I opened my mouth to ask if we were role playing just as she reached my pussy, for the second time. She blew into the delicate flesh of my overheated cunt and I gasped. Before I could respond, her tongue parted my outer lips licking the dew from my inner folds. I could feel the muscles inside of me clenching down on my own emptiness and the agony of her relentless teasing was enough to make me grab handfuls of bedding while curling my toes. She moved up using my own tiny fingers to spread my folds and quickly found her prize. I gasped at the sensation as the tip of her tongue stroked my clit. Up and down at first and I moaned lifting my hips and reaching down for the back of her head. She wasn?t done. My slutty, boyfriend, started to circle my clit with her tongue while slowly filling my achy empty need with her fingers. She quickly found the rhythm, circling my clit, pushing in two fingers in, holding and then pulling them down curling and twisting to hit my g-spot with each stroke. Then she licked my clit and repeated the cycle. Faster, harder, and deeper with each stroke. ?Oh, fuck, Kev-er-Brittany, oh god. Where did you learn to do that?? I bent my knees to get my feet flat on the bed and pushed my hips into her face. Then, I felt it, my whole body convulsed. Pleasure rippled up from my pussy, my entire body felt alive and hyper sensitive. My nipples felt tight and hard and I screamed in pleasure as her assault on my clit never slowed. Then I gasped as for the first time in my life fluid squirted from my vagina covering Brittany?s face with my juices. She kept on licking and stroking as I slowly came down from my orgasmic high and it took several seconds before I caught my breath. ?Brittany, no, Kevin, you?ve been holding out on me! I-I?ve never... you never, that was amazing.? I felt confused but overwhelmingly happy. ?Good,? She purred, ?But remember, I?m Brittany, you?re B.? Brittany slid up next to me and softly caressed my breast. Sensing my need, she leaned in and kissed my neck just below my ear. It was one of my erogenous zones and I felt my body start to respond. ?Now it?s your turn.? I giggled, ?I-I?ll try. But I think you?re a natural lesbian. Didn?t you once say you?re a lesbian stuck in a man?s body? Well, not anymore.? We both giggled at that and my twin rolled over onto her back. ?Okay, enough talk, eat me, B.? The dirty talk and the command stirred something in me and I quickly rolled over and moved between my twin?s thighs. ?Yes, ma?am.? *** I lay back basking in the glow of sex. I don?t remember how many times I orgasmed, or how many times I brought ?Brittany? to a climax but it was one of the best nights... ever. She?d slipped away a few minutes ago promising a surprise, but at this point, with how physically demanding my testing had been, then adding in the bedroom gymnastics, I was ready to sleep. ?I thought you might like this?? I looked up and saw my twin, holding a lit joint. ?I thought you were allergic to weed?? She raised an eyebrow, ?Your boyfriend is, you aren?t. I remember from high school, you didn?t want to smoke, said it would ruin your reputation. No one?s here, but us. Try it.? I sat up and took the joint from her. ?I experimented in high school. Twice, if you remember. I just don?t want to... I don?t know, form a habit.? ?Two or three times in four years isn?t a habit.? I took a long drag and held the smoke in my lungs. I offered the joint back to the woman who I thought was my boyfriend, but she shook her head. ?Nope, time to change. I need my dick back.? With that she, shifted. It only took a few seconds. Her shape blurred and grew, my long blonde hair pulled up and darkened. Her skin darkened and hair sprouted from her arms and legs. Breasts deflated and the skin stretched as her shoulders broadened, her chest formed rock hard pecs. Then between her legs a cock and set of balls appeared to drop out of her vagina which quickly vanished. Then it was over and my hunky boyfriend stretched. I could hear his back crack. ?God, that is so weird.? ?I know.? I took another long hit and then blew out the smoke. ?Do you want anything to eat?? I stood up and walked to the bathroom. I felt dizzy from the weed and had to grab the door frame. ?No, I?m going to toss this down the toilet, brush my teeth and go to bed.? ?Okay.? Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kevin pulling on a set of boxers and a t-shirt. ?I?m going to get a snack and then come to bed. Don?t wait up.? ?Are you kidding? I can barely keep my eyes open.? Then I paused, and looked over my shoulder at him. ?I love you.? ?Luv you too, B.? *** Part Three Kevin?s Point of View *** I stared at the key ring, not understanding what could have happened. I then dug into my purse. ?Maybe it just fell off?? After a few seconds I realized that I was out of luck. ?God, I hope Brittany is still awake.? I started knocking on the door. I tried to do it softly, I didn?t want to disturbed the neighbors. ?She must be up. I mean, she promised to surprise me.? Then I heard footsteps. The latch and chain rattled and when the door opened, I gasped in surprise. I was looking at my body. ?B-Brittany?? ?Who else?? The deep masculine growl caused my tummy to flutter. ?Why did you change into me?? ?Surprise!? He stepped back and I stumbled into the apartment. I could see the living room was dimly lit and there were half burned out candles around the room. Brittany loved candles and I had to admit I like the way they changed the mood of the room. The candles were scented and I noticed a hit of cinnamon and rose. I realized that I liked it and that I?d been missing out. Brittany pushed the door closed and locked it before turning to me. She flashed a roguish smile at me. ?First, thank you for tonight. It turned out perfectly.? ?You mean you got your apprenticeship?? Laughing, Brittany nodded. ?Yup. And I got to use the ring.? ?Uhm, why would you use it?? I sat my purse down by the door and noticed that she was only wearing my boxers and a t-shirt. I could also see her semi-hard cock pushing against the silk fabric. Suddenly, my mouth watered, and I couldn?t take my eyes off the bulge. ?To celebrate! Oh, and I opened some bubbly.? I spotted two Champagne glasses and a bottle in ice sitting on the coffee table. ?Isn?t that the bottle you got from Jayne?? ?Mhmm,? Brittany scooped up both glasses and then offered one to me with a slight bow. ?To my fair lady. Without your support, I?d never have been able to succeed tonight.? I felt caught up in Brittany?s good mood and with a giggle took a sip. The wine danced and bubbled on my tongue but it tasted fantastic. ?Wow, this is really good.? I saw Brittany make a face. ?Now I know why you don?t like the stuff.? He forced himself to take another sip. I shook my head, ?I?ve had a long night.? I tipped back my glass and drank it in two long gulps. Then I kicked off my shoes and plopped down on the sofa. Brittany was there in an instant refilling my glass. He sat on the coffee table and reached over and pulled my feet into his lap. Then he started to rub. ?Oh, fuck, that feels great.? I moaned and took another sip of wine. ?I know, right? After eight hours on your feet in heels, a foot massage is like heaven.? ?Yeah, wow.? I squirmed around as the underwire from my bra bit into my ribs. ?Damn bra.? ?The second-best thing after a shift is... tossing the bra.? ?You just want to look at my boobs.? I stuck out my tongue at Brittany. Then the urge to free the girls took over. I sat my glass down. Untied the plaid top and tossed it to one side. The bra quickly followed. I rubbed my hands under my tits massaging the skin. I glanced up in time to see Brittany staring lustfully at me. ?What? They?re your boobs. You see?m every day.? ?Not from this angle.? ?Uhm, why did you change into me?? ?I told you I owe you a reward. I can?t think of a better reward than multiple orgasms.? ?What? Are you kidding? I-I don?t think I?m ready for that.? Brittany let go of my feet and moved closer to me sliding one masculine hand behind my neck. ?We can go slow. I?ll stop whenever you tell me too.? She leaned in and kissed my neck just under my ear. I felt a jolt of pleasure run down my spine and I felt gooseflesh prickly my arms. ?B-Brittany...? ?Shush, call me Kevin. I?ll call you Brittany.? I could feel the wine in me and then one hand was on my breast. The gentle caress made it hard to think. ?Oh, that feels...? ?I know.? Brittany whispered. Then his lips moved to mine. The kiss started soft. Tender. Exploratory. New. Familiar. I felt my body heat up. Strange intense sensations rolled over me and I wanted to rub my thighs together, to scratch an itch on the inside. It felt like I?d just gotten hit with the strongest drug on the market and my body started to hum with pleasure. I just wanted to make Brittany, my girlfriend, happy. His tongue danced over my lips and I opened my mouth to receive his strong masculine invasion. My body ached with need. The empty feeling between my legs made it hard to think. I felt him unbuckle my shorts and I lifted my hips helping him slide them along with the thong Brittany had insisted I wear, down my long smooth legs. I felt his hand shift from my breast to the slick area between my thighs. Thick fingers stroking, parting, teasing, but not penetrating. I lifted my hips trying to force them into me. I?d never felt such a strong sexual need. I had to have him. ?Please.? I moaned. He stopped and moved away slightly. ?Please, what?? ?Please, Brittany, make love to me.? ?No, call me Kevin, I?ll call you, Brittany.? I felt frustrated at his mind games but my need was greater. I sat up a little and grabbed his still full wine glass and drained it. Then I looked down at him through my long lashes and in the sexiest voice I could manage, I whispered, ?Kevin, you big stud, please fuck me.? ?Your wish is my command.? He growled. He tossed his t-shirt to one side and stood up to remove his boxers. When I saw his naked body, I gasped. It was like I?d never seen myself before. I could barely think as I drank in his sculpted chest, rock hard abs, and then... ?Oh, fuck, my cock was never that big!? From this angle it looked enormous. Brittany reached down and ran his large hand up and down his rigid length. ?I might have made an improvement here and there on your body.? For a moment I was scared, that thing was too big, it would split me in two! Then I felt his mouth cover mine and his fingers were on my pie. I felt like his hands were everywhere leaving a trail of carnal heat in their wake. My body was out of my control. I wanted nothing more than to be filled, taken, made into his perfect mate. The heat and the sensations radiating from my pussy made it impossible to think. I felt him spread my lower lips and then a new heat as he pressed the hot tip of his cock into my soft, slick folds. He slowly circled my swollen clit before pressing in. There was a popping sensation, painful, in a good way, as the head of his cock pushed past my outer lips. ?Oh, fuck, Brittany... you are one tight bitch.? He chuckled, ?Or maybe I got a little carried away re-sculpting your body.? He slid a hand under my bottom lifting my hips and changing the angle slightly. Satisfied, he went to work, slowly driving his way in. Each thrust moved a little deeper. I felt like I was being stretched, split in two, yet each push felt amazing. I could feel every inch of his shaft pressing into my hot tight tunnel. Every bump, every vein, every inch of his hot hard rod. Then as I clamped down on him, I realized I could feel the beating of his heart through his thick hard cock. I?d never felt anything so amazing. He moved his hand from my clit to my breast and leaned back. I could tell he was watching his mighty man meat as he worked it deeper into my tiny body. Then when it felt like the helmet of his cock was hitting my cervix, I felt his balls slap my ass. ?FUCK, YEAH. Brittany, you are one tight little fuck.? I didn?t know what to say. I hurt. But if felt good. Brittany started pumping in and out. At the same time, he grabbed my legs at the knees and spread them, changing the angle and filling my body with a new sensation. ?Oh... fuck... oh... god... I?m gonna cum.? I gasped in time with each thrust. I could feel my boobs bouncing as I tried to push up to meet each thrust with one of my own. ?Come for me bitch. Tell me who's the man and who's the bitch!? ?I-I?m the bitch and you?re my man.? I gasped and then shuddered as one powerful convulsion after another wracked my tiny frame. I felt my juices squirt out of my pussy covering his cock. ?That felt good but we?re not done yet.? His cock was still rock hard inside of me and my mind could hardly grasp what that meant. He grabbed me by the shoulders and lifted me up. My already spread legs straddled his waist as he lay back. ?Ride me cowgirl style. I want to watch your titties bounce.? The idea of saying no never even dawned on me. I placed one hand on his chest for balance then started grinding up and down. I realized I had new muscles inside of me and tried to use them to grip his shaft every time I came down. I watched the look of pure bliss wash over his face and his cock got even harder. The I felt his hand return to my clit. Rubbing it as I rode him. My tits were bouncing wildly so with my free arm I tried to hold them. ?Brittany, let your titties fly. I love the way they bounce.? I moved my hand away and then he was thrusting up into me with every bounce. The power and size of Brittany?s male body was unstoppable and once again my body started to shudder. ?Oh, oh, oh, god, this... is... too... much.? Then I was cumming, again. The whole time I shook and quivered he kept thrusting into me. At last I collapsed forward onto his strong chest. The warm feeling of my breasts pressing into his chest filled me with love. Yet, his cock was still hard, and still inside of me. ?Stand up. Spread your legs. And then bend over at the waist until your hands are on the coffee table.? For a moment I didn?t understand what he wanted and then it hit me, ?Y- You never liked it when I wanted to do you doggie style.? Even as I protested, I moved. I couldn?t disobey. The popping sensation as he left me felt wrong and terrible. ?Things change. I want to see what all the fuss is about.? Before I realized it, I was bent over using my arms to support my weight as I braced them against the coffee table for support, my breasts swinging freely beneath me. I felt him enter me from behind. ?God, Brittany, your ass is perfect!? His hands moved to my hips and he started slowly thrusting. The angle was so new and I had to bite my lip. All I wanted to do was scream in pleasure as he drove me to a new height. Only this time when I screamed, in carnal climax, his heavy grunts joined mine. I felt a heat erupt deep inside of me, setting my core aflame. I could feel my cervix receiving each jet of heat as he took me more fully than I?d thought possible. My moans of pleasure turned into full throated screams and I wanted to collapse forward off his huge cock but I couldn?t stop pushing into him. Impaling myself on his mighty rod. There was a primal feminine need I couldn?t deny that required me to take every bit of his seed. ?Oh, fuck, Kevin. You are the best fuck I?ve ever had. We are going to have to do this again, soon.? ?Mhmm,? I panted at a loss for words. I felt Brittany pull out, there was a popping sound and then his seed and my juices flowed down my thighs like a dam had burst. I stumbled to the bathroom, knowing I was leaving a trail of blood, semen, and pussy juices. My legs felt like jelly and I had to use the furniture and the walls for support. I got to the bathroom and ignored the look of the freshly fucked blonde woman and settled onto the toilet. I squeezed and relaxed my inner muscles trying to help things drain out. I don?t know how long I stayed there in a daze before I heard a noise. Brittany was looking down at me from my body. She extended the ring. ?Change back. Then give me the ring so I can change.? Rather than ask why she didn?t use it to change first I took the ring and slipped it on. ?Use it to change into you from before. Not a copy of me. There would be too many questions if a new, more ripped, taller, version of you just appeared.? I wanted to argue, but making Brittany happy was more important. ?Sure. But I?m keeping the enhanced cock.? Brittany just smirked and I took the ring. The feeling of bonding was expected and I was too tired to give it much thought. Then, I looked up and focused on becoming the old me except a little more fit and with the same monster penis she had used on me. I felt the sensation of being frozen, of muscles shifting, skin changing, bones and organs re- adjusting. Then it was over. I was still sitting on the toilet. ?The ring.? I looked up into my own face and passed her the ring. ?Why don?t you take a quick shower and join me in bed?? I was still numb from all the sex and the shifting so I just nodded and turned on the shower. I didn?t even register it when she shut the bathroom door. The shower felt fantastic. When I got out, I realized I was emotionally and physically exhausted. I stumbled to the bedroom and wondered what the strange odor was, kind of sweet, it made me want to sneeze. I spotted Brittany, back to her usual form, sleeping on her side of the bed. I grabbed the boxers and a t-shirt that Brittany had left lying on the floor and put them on before I slid into bed, spooning her from behind. I drifted off to sleep with a happy smile, this had been an amazing day. *** The End *** *** Epilogue *** Sarah sat in her Camaro looking up at the dark apartment. After finally getting to have sex with Brittany she thought her night had been perfect. Then Kevin had arrived home before she could escape. Some quick thinking and a shift had led to an intense evening with Kevin. Making him take his own, if enhanced cock, over and over again, dominating him, it had all been a huge thrill. It helped he?d had some wine; Brittany was a light weight. It had also helped that when she?d shifted into Kevin?s form, she?d not only made a few upgrades to his body, but had the ring create a gland in her neck that secreted a chemical into her saliva. The chemical was the ultimate aphrodisiac. Under its influence the victim just couldn?t say no to any demand. Kevin, might have wanted to say no, there was no way for Sarah to know, but after sharing a kiss it never occurred to Kevin to resist. ?Maybe I should have left the ring up there.? She ran her fingers along her empty ring finger feeling the ghost of the ring hidden, but still there. ?Except, you are just way too valuable to allow a couple of novice magic users to play with. Nope, I think I?ll hang onto you for a while. Although, I feel bad about just taking you.? She whispered feeling the ring respond in the back of her mind. ?I can tell there are more powers that can be unlocked with proper study.? Then she reached up to feel her neck. The new gland was invisible to the naked eye, but if you knew where it was you could feel it. Sarah?s mouth salivated thinking about what she could do with it. ?They both think they had sex with each other, they might figure it out if they talk it out. I guess that means I need to be here tomorrow morning to help them sort things out. It?ll be fun, getting them to experiment, Brittany in a threesome sounds fun. I wonder if I can get Kevin addicted to having tits and a pussy, while little miss perfect learns to love hiding a large cock under her skirt.? At this Sarah giggled thinking of all the kinky things in store for the young lovers. As she drove away, she was unaware that in the back of her mind, a presence had become aware. A presence that had lain dormant within the ring for over a hundred years. A presence that didn?t remember his name, only that he had once had a body, and had been male. The presence was patient. It could feel Sarah?s thoughts, her needs, her desires... It could feel them for now, but soon it would have the power to start shaping them. Then it would guide them and at long last it would transfer Sarah?s spirit from her physical body into the ring, taking her body for his use and leaving her in the ring as it?s slave. Just as he had once been trapped, by a powerful enchantress within the ring centuries ago. *** The End [For Now] ***