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The Letter of the Law People don't know this about the profession, but most lawyers make a whole lot of nothing. There's too many of them, and not enough high paying jobs to go around. Sure, you've got the wall street corporate types that make a nice living and pull the average wage up, but most attorneys... Well, most of them just suffer and gut it out, day after day. They chase after cases. They stalk accident scenes for tips. They bribe a cop or two for referrals. Nobody is proud of it, but when you walk out of seven years of college with 200k in debt, well... You do what you have to do to survive. Vera Tortelli had seen friends bail and switch to easier professions by the score. Classmates that finished summa cum laude have broken down in tears in open court. Hell, her best friend for three years of law school, Tanya? She's stripping over in Jersey City. Don't worry, Vera wasn't judging. Tanya makes pretty decent dough. But she sure didn't need six figures of debt to dry hump fat tourists every night. Boobs like hers could have walked into that door for free. The point is that being an attorney mostly sucks. You've got to know people, be a verifiable genius, or just get lucky, or else the law will eat you alive. Vera was just fine with that, though. That just left less competition for her. Oh yeah, Vera? She's the best lawyer in Brooklyn, maybe in all five boroughs. She's just got one problem. She's the only person that knows. --------- Vera grew up in Fordham, in the Bronx. It was a bad part of Fordham, too - people were shot on her street with some regularity. Enough regularity to wonder if any loud bangs nearby were guns or someone's piece of shit car breaking down again. Young kids like you don't remember New York like it was in the 80s. It's all so pristine now, crime's down, murder's down, you've got nothing to worry about. There's maybe four places in the whole city you need to avoid. Easy. But in the eighties? There were a lot of places in the city that you did not want to go after dark, and Vera's street was one of them. Particularly if you were alone. Most particularly if you were alone and a woman. Her family were first generation Italian immigrants. Her father Luigi got right off the boat and asked where the Italians were. So of course, he ended up in the Bronx Little Italy with just the clothes on his back. Only problem is that he couldn't afford to live in Little Italy, so he hopped over to the first section of town he could afford and there he settled: Fordham. He met a girl, worked in a factory, blah blah blah. You know the classic Italian immigrant story. If you don't, go watch any movie with Italians in it. You'll be an expert in no time. But this isn't the story about Vera's childhood. She'll write her memoir some day, you can wait until then. You know she made it out - we're here telling her story. That's not saying there weren't some shady things in her childhood. Plenty of rough scrapes that she made it through by sheer dumb luck. Some things that she did back then would probably get her disbarred if people actually knew about them. She's not proud of it, but she did what she had to do to survive. That's the attitude you need to survive a tough neighborhood as a young woman. And that's the attitude that you need to survive in a tough profession in one of the toughest places to practice it in the world. That's the attitude that landed her a scholarship to Fordham University, the first home that she ever truly loved. After a decade of dodging druggies and thugs, sitting in a dorm and doing homework was a dream. Vera discovered early on that she was damned good at researching and writing, and her counselor gave her a list of jobs that would make good use of those talents. One job called out to her above all others: Lawyer. Imagine her, Vera Tortelli, second generation Italian immigrant from the Bronx... Lawyer! Well, that would just take the cake. Her father would be over the moon. His daughter, a lawyer? He'd be telling everyone at Luigi's about it for the next ten years. From that moment on, her life focus was The Law. Every class that she took was to get her into law school. Every choice that she made was to further herself on The Path of Lawyering. Well, almost every choice. There were boys to sleep with, after all. Also one girl, but don't ask her about that - she was in a dark place. The point is that she worked her ass off to finish pre-law and was rewarded once again with a scholarship to the CUNY school of law. It's not the best school of law in the country, but she didn't care. It was her school of law. Law school followed a similar arc for Vera. She finished in the top ten percent of her class. And she was hungry, far more so than most of the kids that were in her classes. Most had never known true fear. Many had never known poverty. They didn't know what could come for them if they didn't work for it like she did. Boy, did Vera ever work for it. Studying was four hours a night, minimum. Sometimes eight if she felt like she needed it. The library became her second home, and her first love. More books than you could begin to count, all filled with a wealth of knowledge. Some of it was even useful. By the time Vera graduated, she knew that she was an up and coming citizen in the world, destined for Great Things, living in a country where if you work hard enough you can acquire these Great Things for yourself. Life was looking just fine, thank you. She was going to stroll out that door, trade in her black cap and robe for a modest suit and briefcase, and she would be off to the races. Partner at 40. Millionaire at 45. Retired at 50, drinking mojitos on the beach somewhere. She could see it all so very clearly, like a painted road going off into the distance in front of her. It did not take Vera long to find out how very, very wrong she was. A Stiff Breeze "Look, kid. I'm your attorney. It is my job to advise you as to what is in your best interest. I'm telling you that you are going to lose this case if we go to trial. Take the deal." Vera was not interested in messing around today. This was her fourth client of the afternoon, and the previous four had not gone well, either. Gregory Jefferson looked at her with the dull eyes of the insufferable idiot that he most certainly was. She could always spot the dim ones, the ones with the glassy eyed stare that usually meant there was nothing going on upstairs. Greg was so far removed from having something going on upstairs that his mental real estate was just a basement. Maybe just a hole in the ground. This kid had been arrested less than two days ago for spray painting a bank. He'd been caught on camera in the act by the bank's very obvious security cameras. He had not been wearing any facial covering and he did it in broad daylight. He then took the spray can across the street, less than two blocks from a police station, and threw it in the garbage less than ten feet from a patrol officer. This is not the only crime for which she was his attorney. While in the precinct, the arresting cop left him alone for three minutes and thirty-four seconds to use the bathroom. Gregory decided that this would be a good time to steal drugs from the evidence locker. No, he did not get anything from the evidence locker, and yes, he was caught within fifteen seconds of leaving his seat. The prosecutor on the case had offered her a month in jail and two in community service since it was a first time offense. That was a dream plea for Gregory who, as a young black, was far more likely to get the book thrown at him. She suspected the D.A. has more pressing cases on his mind, and wasn't overly concerned with minor vandalism and "attempted" larceny. He also hated dealing with Vera whenever he could avoid it. Gregory doesn't want anything on his record, so of course he wants to go to trial. A trial where they will lose, and she will spend dozens of hours of her life preparing for as if they will not. Dozens of hours that she could do other, more useful things. Things like finding a boyfriend, a better job, or never speaking to Gregory Jefferson again. "Girl, I didn' do nothin'. I tol you. Nothin'." Vera ignored the 'girl' and sighed. "Gregory, I've seen the video. You've seen the video. They may not get you on the larceny, though they could very well turn that into fleeing a police officer, fleeing the scene of a crime, or any number of other charges. One month is the compromise. You'll be booked for vandalism and destruction of property and you won't have a felony on your record. In return, you get a few weeks free room and board and you have to pick up trash for a bit. They're letting you off easy." Gregory stares at her, still confused. "But I didn' do nothin.' I didn' see no one there." "Gregory, did you spray paint the bank?" He looks at her. "Yes?" Great, she thought. Maybe he doesn't actually know that he spray painted the bank. "Gregory, listen. You will lose if you go to trial. However, it is your right to decide, and I, as your attorney, will do my best to get you off." She paused for a moment. Maybe that could have worded that better. "We've reviewed the evidence here four times. What would you like to do?" Gregory looked at her. She looked at him. They both know what he wanted to do. "I wan' to see the judge." Inwardly, she sighed. Un-fucking-believable. --------- Vera left the 78th precinct in a particular fury. It wasn't just Gregory; the day had been full of obviously guilty people making poor decisions with their lives. Well, more poor decisions as you don't get tossed into a holding cell for good decisions. The life of a court appointed defense attorney is not glamorous, and certainly not where she thought that she would be at twenty seven. But it was a job, and she was a lawyer, so she supposed that she was still on the path to Great Things. Vera just needed to catch the damned break that the universe has thus far refused to send her way. The precinct is just off Flatbush Ave, so she stopped to grab a coffee from Doughnut Plant, treating herself a little for dealing with these idiots all day. It's a decent cup, could be a little stronger, but no complaints. She had some paperwork to tie up at home, but a chunk of it can slide until Monday. She thought about what to do to unwind tonight. Maybe I'll give Donny a call and see what he's doing later. I could use his particular talents right about now. First she had to figure out dinner. She definitely did not feel like cooking at the moment. She thought for a moment, and then decided to walk over to 5th Avenue and take a stroll down the street to see what grabbed her eye. Curry is always a good November food, and it was not yet too cold for a walk. She headed out with her coffee into the pleasing fall day. It was about fifty, cloudy and breezy. Perfect weather for New York in the fall. She cut across Bergen street and took a left onto 5th, glancing at the shops. Vera was pretty familiar with this street - she did a fair bit of business at the 78th precinct and this is the closest street with decent food options. She knew that if she hadn't made up her mind by the time she hit Namaste, she'd get the curry, so she had about ten minutes to find something else. She wove her way in and out of the pedestrian traffic easily. Vera was a native New Yorker, and she knew how to walk here - fast, don't stop, don't talk. There's not too many tourists in this part of town, so the pedestrian traffic flowed well. She kept an eye on the name of anything that looked like a restaurant, making a flash decision about each one as she walked past. Pizza, no. Banh Mi, no. Bagels, no. Bistro, sushi, more coffee? No, no, no. Walking around her city always left Vera feeling better. Life may not be going quite the way she wanted it to at the moment, but that's not New York's fault. She picked her way around a couple standing in the middle of the sidewalk, and dodged a car coming up the alley to her left. Jerk never even looked if there was a person coming. Whatever, fuck 'em. She flipped him the bird and continued on her way as he yelled something at her from inside the car. She decided that he's not worth a second reply. Vera came to a stop at a busy light and decided to call Donny now while she was walking. She wasn't seeing any food she particularly wanted, so it's probably curry for her tonight. She grabbed her phone and hit the appropriate name. He picked up on the second ring. "Well, if it isn't my favorite spicy italian. I was thinking about you the other day," Donny said. "I know exactly what you were thinking about," she replied with a smile. Donny pretty much only thought about one thing. "Yeah, well, you haven't called me in awhile. You find yourself a guy yet, Vera?" "Nope. You're the only guy for me right now, Donny. Life's been busy, you know how it is." The wind began to gust harder behind her, and she stumbled for a step. She can hear Donny on the phone, but can't make out what he's saying. Fucking wind, where did that come from? "Hold on, Donny!" Vera yells at the phone. She looked around for somewhere to block the wind and there was a small alcove about twenty feet ahead of her. She jogged over to it and put the phone back up to her ear. "Donny, you still there?" "Yeah, I can hear you now. What was that?" "The wind! It just picked up out of nowhere. Slight breeze one second, hurricane the next," Vera explained. "Sounds crazy out there," Donny replied. "So you need some time out of the wind tonight? Nine at your place?" "Perfect. I'll see you then." Vera hung up and smiled, thinking about nine at her place. Donny always delivered, and that's why he's the first call. Not the only call, mind you, but always the first. She put her phone back into her purse and shivered. The wind continued gusting like mad, driving her further back into the little alcove. She looked around and saw that everybody else was walking around like normal, taking no notice of this strange wind. That was peculiar - she could feel her briefcase nearly being tugged out of her hand. She could see two girls on the other side of the street walking along normally, and their hair wasn't moving an inch. What gives? Vera leaned back against the door behind her, some old wooden monstrosity that appeared to have been hand carved in ye olden times. It looked like it weighed a ton, but it's the only place she can rest while the crazy wind screamed its anger at her. She stood here for a few seconds debating what to do when the door abruptly opened behind her, and she stumbled backwards inside, dropping her briefcase as she went. She scrambled to her feet, shocked that this door opened inward. What kind of fool design was that? She looked around the space and saw that it was some kind of shop or storage room for old, antique looking things. It looked like a whole lot of useless junk to her, covered in dust. She turned to head back outside when she heard a voice that stopped her on the spot. "Hello, Miss Vera." Vera spun around, alarmed. That voice sounded like it was coming from just behind her, but there was nobody there. She looked left, then right, sure that somebody was messing with her, but she saw no one. She took one step into the store and the wooden floor had an odd, springy feeling to it, like the surface of a running track. It creaked like any other old wood, though. The place had taken on a definite spooky vibe between the voice, the wind, and the piles of dusty old objects. "Please do come in, Miss Vera. I have been waiting for you," said the voice. "Who's there?" called Vera, still looking about wildly. "All in due time, Miss Vera." The voice sounded amused, now. "First we must agree on the problem." "The only problem, buddy, is that you're fucking with me," she snarled. "How do you know my name? Where are you?" "I am right here. Where I have always been." "Where are y..." she started to say, then stopped. There was an old man sitting on the left, behind the counter. How could I have missed him before? He looked to be in his eighties, with wrinkled skin and a shock of white hair. He had glasses and a nose that must have been broken several times. He was smiling at her, the spitting image of someone's jolly old grandfather. "We shall start again. Hello, Miss Vera. I have been expecting you." "You didn't answer my question. How do you know my name?" Vera demanded. "I know all about you, Miss Vera. You have come for help with your profession." "With my profession? What the fuck are you talking about? Who are you?" she asked, both annoyed and confused. "I am one who seeks to help others with their problems. I offer gifts of a rare and wonderful sort seldom seen in these parts any longer. I can help you with any problem you might have." The old man's eyes gleamed. For a moment, he appeared to be younger, wiser. More powerful. But it was only for a moment, and the old man was still sitting there. "This is really quite strange," Vera said cautiously. "You haven't told me how you know my name." "It is my job to know things. Here, I shall give another demonstration. You are formerly of The Bronx, where your father works at Luigi's. Delightful pasta, I must say. Earlier today, you met with Gregory Jefferson who will take his case to court and will indeed lose rather badly, as you have advised him." Vera stared at the old man. Some crazy stalker could have known the first half of this. Someone with contacts in the police, or someone with a decent ability to use the internet. But the second half? I just spoke to Gregory thirty minutes ago. I haven't spoken to or seen anyone since. There is no way... He smiled patiently at her. "There is always a way, Miss Vera." She could feel the blood draining from her face. Reading her mind. Knowing her thoughts. All of a sudden, she knew. She knew he had the power he was suggesting. Vera looked at him again and had the faintest impression of an aura about him, as he sat there smiling. He nodded once. "You said..." she licked her lips. "You said you could help me with my profession." "I did." "How? The old man closed his eyes. "You must tell me the utter truth about your problem. You must tell me without reservation, and you must not lie to me. Those are The Rules." Vera instinctively knew that he was telling the truth. She could almost feel it. She licked her lips, and her mouth was exceedingly dry. This is an absolutely terrible idea. But if he really can help me, and truth matters... well, why not. The worst that happens is I leave with nothing, right? Vera sighed, but stepped to the counter and made eye contact with the old man. "I am capable of so much more than I have been allowed to show at my job thus far. I work hard, but haven't caught a break yet. I've been held back variously because I am a woman, and an immigrant, and poor. Many above me work less well and less hard than I, and I deserve better. I deserve a chance to prove myself." The old man opened his eyes. His mouth worked briefly, as if tasting her words, and then he smiled. "Spoken truly as you see it, Miss Vera. I have something for you," as he waved his hand towards the counter. Vera walked over to the countertop and looked at what he indicated. It appeared to be an old parchment of some kind. She looked at the old man, puzzled. "You may open it." Vera reached out her hand for the old paper, sure that it would crumble if she touched it. She picked it up as gently as she could and unfurled it, surprised that it felt as sturdy as any normal legal paper. Strange, it still appeared to be very, very old. As she opened it, she noticed that it had writing on it, written in a language that she did not know. There were a large number of handwritten scratches at the bottom of the page, also illegible. Once more, she looked at the old man questioningly. "It is latin. Would you like for me to translate it?" She nodded. "It is titled 'The Scroll of Binding Contracts'. Whoever possesses this scroll shall receive the preferred of two portions in any agreed upon trade." Vera stared at the old man, confused. "So, if I agree to trade my neighbor three eggs for one bar of gold, I'll get the bar of gold? Or the eggs, if I wanted them for some reason? Was this written for bartering times? What the hell?" "Oh yes, Miss Vera. For bartering times and before. Your example, while primitive, would suffice. The bearer of this scroll receives the better end of any agreed upon transaction. The limits are not mere physical objects." Vera thought quickly. "So... I could use this to get my clients better results in court? In plea bargains? I could just trade a dollar for a winning lottery ticket?" The old man smiled again. "Yes to all of those. However, you would have to know where the winning lottery ticket is first. You see, the other side must still make a verbal or written agreement, even if they do not understand that they are making an agreement, and if you cannot first make an agreement with them, there will be no bargain." "So I couldn't offer a bank a stone for a million dollars. They would have to agree to it first. But if they did, I would receive whichever side of the agreement I wanted." "Correct." Vera thought for another minute. "That seems a little dangerous." "It is as useful and powerful as your imagination. You must possess a cunning wit to use it properly." She smiled, sure that there was something strange going on here. "So what's the catch then, mister? It costs ten thousand dollars? I have to sell my soul? What's in this for you?" "There is no price, Miss Vera. You simply must sign your name on the scroll, and that is not an agreement with me. That is an agreement with the scroll itself. As for me, I enjoy fixing the lives of those around me in small ways." Vera indicated the scroll. "So I sign this and then it just... Works? I don't have to do anything else?" "Correct." She stared at the old man. He stared back at her, waiting patiently. Ah, what the hell. You only live once, right? How many people get to use a weird magic scroll thing? And if it's a prank, well, at least it didn't cost me anything. Vera reached into her purse and pulled out a pen. "I'll sign it." "I knew that you would." She set the document down on the countertop and signed her name to it with a flourish. She was an attorney after all. Attorneys get lots of practice signing their names to things in fancy ways. She put the pen down and looked at the paper. Her name was glowing, she realized with shock. The letters on the page flared from red, to orange, to a bright yellow, almost painful to look at. This might have been a bad idea. After a few seconds, the letters faded to black and she felt a strange tingle in the back of her mind. "The contract has been accepted. It will only work for you until you are done with it, or it done with you," said the old man. Vera looked at him, confused again. "It done with me? How is that possible... No, wait. Don't tell me, I'm sure the answer is vague, confusing, and it won't make any sense to me." The old man smiled once again. "You are wise beyond your years, Miss Vera. Come back here if you have any questions. I will be waiting. Good luck." Vera gave him a nod and stuffed the parchment into her pocket, still unsure just what the fuck happened here. She headed back out the front door and found her briefcase miraculously still sitting on the step. She had been sure it would be gone by now. She walked out of the alcove and noticed that the wind had gone. She looked around and two girls walked along the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street. Squinting at them, Vera realized that they look familiar. Very familiar. Were they the same ones that walked past when I went into the alcove? Vera looked back to the right and the couple standing in the middle of the sidewalk was there, just as she had left them. How long was I in that shop? --------- Vera finished her trek down to Namaste and grabbed a to-go bowl of curry and headed back up the street towards the subway. She hopped on at the Bergen street station, swiping her monthly pass at the turnstile. From there, it was a nineteen minute subway ride to her stop in Brownsville. This section of subway was usually crowded during rush hour, but today things were running a little light. She looked around and saw several open seats and grabbed one of them. She didn't mind standing, but curry can make a mess rather quickly when the train starts lurching about. One of the regulars whose name she couldn't remember caught her eye and nodded at her. "What'd you get today, Vera?" She hefted the bag up a bit so that he could see the Namaste logo. "Curry." He laughed. "It's always curry." She smiled at him. "It's almost always curry." "Close enough." "More like far enough. I had to walk a mile to get it and my feet are killing me. I didn't wear my flats today." She gestured down to her pumps. He eyed her shoes uninterestedly. "Don't know how you ladies deal with things like that. I'll stick with my trainers, thank you very much. But..." he grinned at her. "I'll be happy to take the shoes off for you if you want to come back to my place." Vera had to laugh at that. He'd made a few hopeless passes at her over the past year that they had both been on this train home. "I'll pass on the offer for now." She gave him her best smile to make sure he didn't take it as too much of a dismissal. "But I'd take trainers now, for sure. My feet are really regretting that walk." She felt a strange tingle in the back of my mind as she said it. The passenger looked at her, a strange look in his eye. He reached down and took off his sneakers, handing them to her. "Uhhh... what are you doing?" she asked. "Your shoes," he said. "I don't know why I was wearing your shoes, but we should probably swap back. Your stop's coming up right? You've proven your point, you look much better in my shoes than I do." What the fuck? "So... you want my pumps?" she asked, hopelessly lost. "My pumps. Though it does seem a shame to take them back when they look so good on you." He favored her with what he must have thought was his best, most charming smile. It wasn't. Oh. My. God. It's fucking real. Comprehension blossomed as she realized what was going on. It's not like she had already forgotten about the crazy old man and the scroll, but she hadn't really expected this sort of thing to work. And it hadn't worked quite like she thought it would, either. Apparently his pass at her had qualified as an offer of trade. Her flippant remark about sneakers counted as a deal. I said that I'd take some trainers. The scroll made it so that the trainers were already mine. And the pumps were already his. He doesn't remember before the actual trade. Holy shit. Vera slowly smiled. "I'm terribly sorry... Here, let's swap back." She took off her pumps and handed them to the man, taking his sneakers in exchange. She certainly didn't want the sneakers, but she would deal with them for a few blocks. It had certainly been worth it for the glimpse she had gotten into the inner workings of the Scroll of Binding Contracts. I am definitely going to have to play around with this further. --------- Vera exited at her stop in Brownsville, waving to her subway friend with the pumps. She almost stayed until his stop so she could see him try to put the shoes on, but decided that it wasn't worth it. The man might see it as flirtatious, and she didn't want anything to push his harmless pursuit of her into something more obnoxious. She unfortunately now faced the same decision that he would have. Should she put on his shoes, surely too large and possibly dirty, or should she walk home without any shoes at all? Vera held up the shoes sceptically, sniffing at them from a foot away. They didn't smell terrible, so she decided to try slipping them on. Awkward shoes for ten minutes would be far better than stepping on some glass. The shoes were too large, of course, but not egregiously so. Vera tested them with a few steps around the subway and decided that as long as she walked slowly, she would probably make it home. She pursed her lips. If anyone so much as made one clown shoe joke, there would be hell to pay. She exited the station carefully, taking Pennsylvania Ave north. She walked slowly and carefully, avoiding anything that might take the shoes off her feet. It took exactly ten minutes for her to make it to her townhouse which she shared with her roommate, Kitty. She unlocked the front door with her key and went inside. She made it two feet in before her roommate noticed her from the kitchen, a few feet ahead and to the left. "Oh, no, Vera, baby, please tell me you did not go to work in those shoes. Did you get mugged on the way home?" Kitty, birth name Catherine, walked into the entryway. She was quite taken aback with the shoes. As always, Kitty was dressed fashionably and very attractively. Vera winced. She had hoped to make it inside without Kitty noticing the new shoes. "Not mugged, really. It's a bit of a story, Kitty. I traded shoes with a guy on the train." Kitty frowned. "You gave him your pumps? I thought I saw you wearing those this morning when you left." "Yeah. Like I said, it's a long story. I'll tell you later, though, I have to get ready." Kitty's frown deepened and her eyes narrowed. "You have to get ready for what, exactly?" "Oh, you know." Vera smiled and batted her eyelashes, a perfect little princess. "Things." "Why do I get the idea that I'm being kicked out again?" "I might have invited Donny over. And I am not kicking you out. You are choosing to leave," Vera replied. Kitty snorted. "I am choosing to leave because I don't want to listen to your howling. You know how you get with Donny. I swear that man must have a magic cock. If you ever get bored of him, I'd love to find out." "I wonder myself sometimes. But he's definitely mine for tonight." The two of them looked at each and smiled as Vera gave Kitty a quick hug. "I'm sorry, Kat, I really am. Work was a bitch today." Kitty nodded. "I understand V. It's no bother, Samantha and I are going out tonight. I was going to invite you, but since you'll be busy, it looks like we will go as a twosome." "I'd love to go, but, well, you know." Vera smiled at her friend, eyes twinkling. "Sometimes us girls have to get a little dirty. Come on, let me put my curry in the fridge and we can get ready together. You can tell me about your day." --------- The townhouse floor plan was timeless, simple and effective. The main floor had a kitchen, living room, and the TV. The upstairs had two bedrooms with laundry and a shared bathroom in between. The shared bathroom might have been an issue with two mid-20's women sharing it, but it did have an extra wide double sink and plenty of counter space. This space was the most valuable and sought after in the entire place, and the two roommates carefully guarded their own side. It was never contentious, but it was watched. Vera was in her bedroom, debating what to wear. With Donny, it probably didn't matter, as he wasn't much for foreplay. It was all business, and that was fine to her. She had a need and he had a solution, and that was what mattered. He wouldn't care if she rolled up in sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt... as long as he got to take them off of her. But Vera did have some standards, after all. She wanted to look good for nights like this. She inspected herself in the mirror that hung from her closet door. I do still have it, Vera thought. As much as I ever had it, at least. Just 5'2, Vera had never been mistaken for a model. Most guys considered her cute, but not hot. Her round face and shoulder length dark curls did get looks, but usually not from the hottest of guys at the club. Her chest was decent, a solid B cup, and she had a nice, slender build. Unfortunately she was not the curviest, and with her lack of height, her legs had never quite measured up. She also lacked the spare time to go to the gym that many of her competitors had. Kitty poked her head into the room with a cheerful, "V! Which one of these should I wear?" Vera turned, half-heartedly covering her breasts. "I'm changing!" Kitty laughed. "You've just been looking in the mirror for a few minutes now. I already checked in once to get an opinion and you were already over there." Vera felt her face blush a little. "Just looking myself over." "You look great and you should know it. Guys know it. Why do you think Donny picks up when you call?" Kitty replied. "Because I'm wild in bed, Kat. You know how us italian girls are." "I don't actually. I've never been with an italian girl." Vera frowned. "I guess I'd forgotten." She turned back to the mirror and selected a short, black dress. This would do. Glancing back at the door, she waved her roommate in. Kitty walked in with all the grace of a dancer, a gift from seven years of ballet as a child. She was everything that Vera was not. Tall, curvy, straight blonde hair, legs to die for, and she was stacked. She was also openly bi, but Vera didn't care one way or another about that and Kitty had never made a pass at her, even when drunk. Life was just not fair, Vera thought for the thousandth time, watching as her friend held up two outfits. Of course they both looked gorgeous. Still, Vera was nothing if not a good, supportive friend. She sized up the dresses and gave her honest opinion, wondering if she would be vacating the house later on for Kitty's turn. The two of them had developed a nice system over the three years that they had lived together. If it was going to be a special night or a noisy night, the other would do their best to vacate the house. Or at least hide out in their respective room so the roommate and guest could have the couch and TV. Vera pulled the dress on and went into the bathroom and inspected her hair situation. Her legs, she judged, did not need to be shaved, having done so the previous day. She went to the sink and grabbed her brush, attempting to get her curls under control. "I love that dress!" gushed Kitty, as she breezed into the room, all tits and ass stuffed into a green dress that was probably too short for Vera, much less Kitty. It would have been easy for Vera to dislike her, because she was so... perfect, but it was impossible for anyone to hate Kitty. She was just fun. "It will do." Vera smiled. "Yours, though. Dang, girl. Are you planning on bringing the entire club home tonight?" "Stop it!" Kitty blushed a bit. "Maybe someone." "Oh?" Vera perked up a bit. "Anyone specific?" "Maybe." "Fine, then, you can have your secret lovers! I don't need names" Vera replied, laughing. She turned to brush her hair. "I'd take your hair right about now, though. Curls are a pain in the ass." Kitty's eyes widened. "Oh, don't say that! I love your hair. I've always thought I would look good with curls, but I was always afraid it would damage my hair." Vera felt the strange tingle in the back of her head, and her eyes widened. How the hell is it going to interpret THAT conversation as an agreement? she wondered. She didn't have to wait long to find out. As she watched, Kitty's hair began darkening, and sliding up into her head. Kitty did not notice that anything strange was happening, even though it was happening right in front of her in the mirror. Kitty's hair went from blonde to brown, finally settling in at the near black of Vera's own hair. It began to magically curl itself, as if an invisible curling iron was twirling locks of hair around at lightning speed. Within seconds, her hair was exactly as Vera's had been. Vera automatically turned to the mirror numbly as she felt her own hair changing. The reverse happened as she watched, as her hair was straightened and then lightened to honey blonde, lengthening slightly. The whole process made her scalp feel like she had lice walking around, and she was decidedly uncomfortable with it. It had taken maybe thirty seconds from beginning to end for both sets of changes. "What... what... what... Kitty... you..." Vera stumbled over her words. "Yes?" "Your hair... It's curly," Vera pointed out. Kitty stared at her. "V, are you ok? My hair has always been curly. Have you finally gotten tired of your gorgeous hair? We can trade if you want to spend hours with a hairbrush." "No, no it's ok," Vera said. "Let me get something, hold on." She ran out of the room and down to the living room where there was a picture of the two of them together. She dashed over to it and picked it up, running back upstairs to Kitty. She handed the photo over to her. "Look! Look at your hair there!" Kitty looked at the picture, then back to Vera. "V, are you sure you're ok? I can stay home with you tonight if you need me. I mean, sure, my hair was longer back then, but it's still the same hair I've always had." Vera grabbed hold of the picture and looked at it, stunned. There was Kitty with dark, curly hair, and there was Vera with a short, blonde pixie cut. Too surprised for words, Vera set the picture down. Holy. Shit. I need to find that old man tomorrow. This is too fucking weird. It can change the past. "V? V are you ok? I think I should cancel with Samantha tonight." Kitty reached out for Vera's forehead, frowning. "You don't feel hot..." Vera shook her head. "No, Kat. I'm fine. I just had a confusing flashback and was thinking someone else was with us. Seriously, I'm fine." Vera flashed a smile to reassure her friend. Kitty looked at Vera dubiously. "All right, but you call me if anything out of the ordinary happens, okay?" Vera nodded. Anything out of the ordinary? Kat, if only you knew. She went back into her room to use her mirror privately. Staring back at her was a girl she knew, but was still so different. It's incredible how different you look when you completely change your hair. Vera had played around with straightening her hair for a few years when she was younger, before embracing her curls, but she had never gone blonde. In fact, she'd never dyed her hair any other color at all. "I can't believe it..." Vera whispered, running her fingers through her hair. It was so silky and smooth, and so, so wrong. It didn't feel like her hair anymore. She wondered if she could get Kitty to agree to swap hair again to set things right, but Vera was apprehensive about making any agreement with anyone now. She sat down on her bed. I am so fucked. A Hard Night Kitty finished getting ready and left for the club an hour later. On her way out she stopped to check on Vera again. "I'm still fine Kat," Vera said with a smile. "I'm just finishing up my case prep from today." "Okay. But you will call me, alright? I'll be home in a flash." "I will, Kat. Thanks." Vera watched her friend leave. "Of course she looks absolutely fantastic with my hair," she muttered. She glanced at the clock and took note of the time. 8:45. There was just enough time to finish her current brief before Donny showed up. Her pussy tingled a bit at that thought. Ignoring it, she buckled down and resumed writing, comparing notes she took at the precinct earlier today to the charges arranged against her various clients. She was reasonably sure that three of them would end up taking their plea deals, but Gregory was going to be a pain in the ass. Sighing, she shoved the paperwork back on the desk. Today had been too strange, with too many twists, for her to concentrate on his case. Fortunately, she was saved by a knock at the door. Tossing her pen on the desk, Vera walked to the front door. She checked the peephole before undoing the lock and opening the door. It was Donny, dressed in his normal jeans and tshirt. "Hey, babe." Donny smiled at her, and Vera's knees went a little weak. It was truly unfair how nice his smile was, and also unfair that he knew it. "Hi, Donny." Vera smiled at him as she opened the door wider, letting him see her fully. Her legs were bare, with no shoes or socks. Her black dress just covered her hips, and the low-cut dress didn't really do much to hide her breasts at all. She was already turned on, and her nipples were clearly visible through the top. "It's going to be one of those nights, is it babe? This is why I'm always happy to clear my schedule for you." Donny stepped into the house and she shut the door behind him. "One of those nights and more," Vera replied, stepping up to him. Standing on her tip-toes, she leaned forward to whisper into his ear. "I want you to fuck me harder than you've ever fucked anyone. I don't want to walk straight for a week." Donny raised an eyebrow at her and she could see the bulge in his jeans. "That's the best thing about you italians. You're always making offers the rest of us can't refuse." Vera felt the tingling return in the back of her head. She quickly replayed the last several things that were said to figure out just what the contract might be and the corners of her lips curled up in a small, private smile. Then she began to smile openly. Tonight was going to be fun. --------- Fifteen minutes later, Vera was laying in her bed, legs wrapped around Donny, and she realized that she had made a terrible mistake. Fun did not even begin to cover this. Donny had always been an animal in bed. He had a nice, thick cock, and it was longer than it had any right to be, too. But she'd fucked other guys with nice cocks, and none of them could do what Donny could do. Something about his angle or the way he moved just worked for her. He pressed all of her buttons, and she had never failed to cum multiple times with him. But this guy in her bed tonight was something else. His cock was probing her, hammering her. She did her best to squeeze as he penetrated her, but he was going so fast. He was pounding her, slamming his cock and thighs into her, and she knew she would get her wish. She was going to be sore as fuck tomorrow. Maybe all the way to next week. Donny seemed to be having no trouble keeping up the relentless pace, and didn't appear to be cumming anytime soon, either. Vera wondered just what had changed with him... and if anything had changed with her. She decided that she did not care in the slightest if it meant tonight was going to be like this. Donny continued to fuck her, hard, and her mouth dropped open. She could feel his cock spreading her, pushing at her lips. With each thrust, it rubbed against her, filling her up as deeply as she could be. She was sure he was hitting bottom, and it felt amazing. Vera squeezed her legs together as tightly as she could, trying to will Donny in deeper and faster. She wanted this, needed this. It had been too long since she'd just let her mind go and let the thrill take over, and she was going to do just that tonight. She reached up behind his back and raked her nails into him, just enough to hurt. She knew from experience that this would rile him up, and he did not disappoint her now. His eyes narrowed at her and his expression darkened as he grabbed her calves and raised them up above his shoulders. Her ass came off the bed by a few inches and she gasped. His hands reached down and took hold of her sides, just above the hips. He bent forward again and shoved his cock into her again, this time at a steeper angle, letting him penetrate her even more. He resumed pounding her ferociously, pulling her down onto his cock by her hips, her clit rubbing against his cock on each thrust. Vera lost it. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she began screaming her pleasure. She didn't know if she was moaning, speaking gibberish, or venting out her body's tension, but she knew that she needed it. All the while, she continued taking his cock as deeply as she could, feeling her orgasm building. She needed this, and it felt soooo good. The pounding continued in this position for several more minutes, and Vera began to lose control of her own self. She howled with abandon, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them for all she was worth. Her pussy was on fire with pleasure at the sensation of his cock entering her. It just kept building and building, and she knew that she was about to cum. Her climax hit and she actually saw stars as her pussy contracted on Donny's cock. Her legs locked around his neck as she squirmed, trying to hold on while her body vibrated with the feeling emanating from her slit. She felt it across her midsection, that wave of pleasure. It seemed to last forever, and she rode the wave until it finally began to ebb slightly and she recovered her senses slightly. Through all this, Donny continued to fuck her, never slowing, never lessening. He was as turned on as he had ever been, and he felt like a superman tonight. He didn't know what had gotten into him, but he knew that he could do anything in bed tonight. Hell, he was fucking Vera into submission, and the woman could drain a porn star dry and make him beg for more. "Do-nn-nn-n-e-e-e-e-y-y-y," Vera tried to say, the name being interrupted by each thrust into her. Her climax was building again, and it was not long until she was moaning while her pussy clenched against his cock again. Donny himself was finally beginning to have some difficulty holding on. It felt like he'd been fucking Vera for hours. Hell, maybe he had. His cock was on edge, ready to cum, and he needed it so badly. At first he'd tried to hold off to make sure that Vera got her fill, but later it was all he could do to hold on as his body fucked her, almost on autopilot. Everything was in and out, a smooth motion, but faster and harder than he'd ever managed before. He felt the orgasm coming, and knew that she was ready for it, needing it. He thrust into her one last time, as deeply as he could go, and his cock pulsed as he came. Donny climaxed hard, over and over again as he filled her up. Cum leaked back out around his cock as his massive load was more than she could hold, and he breathed out. It felt like he had been holding his breath for a while. His cock finally finished and he wiped the sweat from his eyes, completely drained. Vera felt Donny pull out of her and she yelped as she felt the cum running down between her legs. She ran to the bathroom and grabbed a towel, thanking any gods that were listening that Kitty had left for the night. She wiped herself down, wincing as she touched her slit. She was still so sensitive. That had been the best sex she had ever had, and she was hoping to still go once more tonight. After that, she might have to give it a few weeks. She was going to be bruised. But it was still so worth it. She finished wiping down and headed back into the bedroom. "Donny... You're the fucking best." "You, too, feisty girl." "You mean that?" she asked, surprised. She always assumed he had a million gorgeous girls on call. She would understand if he did - she'd just felt why. "I always come when you call, don't I? You're a fucking tiger in bed, and you know what you want, and you don't make a messy emotional mess afterwards. Respect from me, girl." Vera smiled. "You do know how to make a girl feel wanted." Donny pointed at his cock, already hard again. "Should be pretty obvious that you're wanted, babe." "How the fuck are you ready to go again," she laughed. "I don't even know if I am." He shrugged. "Little Donny is always ready to go, you should know that by now." She laughed and walked over to the bed and climbed back in with him, grabbing his cock with a hand and giving it a squeeze. "I always want this." Donny gave her his best smile, reaching over and grabbing her crotch. "And I always want this. Sounds like we've got ourselves a good rapport if you ask me." She felt the now-familiar tingling begin. Her eyes widened again and her mouth fell open as she realized what they had both said. "Oh, nooooooo....." she got out, as she felt her pussy begin to twitch. "Fuck!" Donny looked at her, puzzled. "What's wrong?" Vera didn't answer as she ran into the bathroom. Her pussy felt strange, as if she were being fucked, but there was nothing in it. She climbed up on the sink, sitting back on the balls of her feet with her legs doubled under her to keep from hitting her head on the lights over the mirror. She leaned back and spread her legs, trying to watch what was happening to her. Her eyes were wide and fearful. She could feel something happening, as if a cock were sliding further and further into her, but from the back. Her eyes bulged as she watched a cock grow out of her, expanding forward. It looked a little like Donny getting hard, except her new cock was limp. It continued to grow out of her, like some erotic parasite, reaching its full size of four or five inches flaccid. It finally stopped growing and she screamed as it finished and she looked at herself. Donny was there in a moment. "What's wrong, babe? Are you ok?" "Your... My... Your cock..." she sputtered, "Oh... my... God..." Donny grinned. "That's right. You gave it to me good tonight." Vera froze. "I gave it... To you?" Donny sauntered over to her and she saw her slit on him. "That's right, sexy. You fucked me so hard tonight. I knew you were horny, but damn." "But... don't you remember fucking me?" Vera asked again. "You wanted doggy again." "I always want you to give it to me doggy, babe. It's the best." Donny winked at her as he stepped closer. He flashed that winning smile as he reached down and grabbed her cock. "Oh my God, Donny, what the fuck?" shouted Vera, jumping away from him, heart beating a thousand miles a minute. Donny paused, confused. He looked at her. "Uh... what's wrong, Vera? You're acting really strange. I usually blow you after, remember? Did I do something wrong?" Vera gathered herself for a moment. She knew she had to get herself under control. Donny didn't know anything had changed and she was making this crazy for him. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment before continuing. "No, I'm sorry, Donny. I guess I was still sensitive from all the... sex we had." Donny's smile returned. " I would think so. You filled me up real good, babe. You sure you don't have time for another round?" "No!" Vera said sharply, before seeing Donny's hurt look. "I mean, no. Sorry, I think I'm just kind of... raw down there, you know? You really... rubbed me hard." Donny nodded slowly. "If you say so. I was looking forward to sucking you off again, but maybe next time?" Vera squeaked as her cock twitched and started getting hard. She glared at it. Nasty thing. She paused again. "No, I need to get some rest, Donny. Big case Monday and all that." Donny nodded. He knew about her caseload. "Okay babe. I'm gonna head out. Let me know next time you need a good blowjob. I'm always the man for you." Vera's eyes nearly bulged out of her face as he turned and left the bathroom. He collected his clothes and tossed them on as she watched, still too confused by this turn of events to talk much. She followed him to the front door. Donny turned and pulled her in for a quick kiss and another grope of her cock. "Next time, babe," he said with a smile. He turned for the door and headed out into the night, whistling a bit. Vera closed the door and locked it, standing still for a moment. She looked down at her rapidly deflating cock and closed her eyes. She could feel herself tearing up as she turned and leaned against the door. Her mind was numb, and she felt like she was losing her grip on reality. She slowly slid down the door, sitting naked on the cold tile floor, knees up and arms wrapped around them. She stared off into space and sat quietly, trying not to think, trying not to move. One thought did force its way into her head as she leaned back into the door. What do I do now? --------- Vera was still sitting on the floor twenty minutes later when her phone rang from her desk in the living area. She raised her head, eyes red from the tears that had silently run down her cheeks since Donny left. She hesitated, debating just letting the phone go to voicemail, but knew that if it were Kitty calling she needed to pick up. Kitty might decide something horrible had happened and rush home if she didn't answer. So Vera labored to her feet, doing her best to ignore that... thing... in between her legs. It proved to be very difficult. Every step she made, any movement at all, caused it to move and flop around. It was very noticeable and nigh impossible for her to forget. She made her way over to the phone and picked it up, looking at the incoming caller. It was Kitty. "Hey Kitty," Vera said, thumbing the answer button. "What's up?" "HEY GIRL," screamed Kitty into the phone over the loud bass pumping in the background. Vera couldn't help but smile. "I WANTED TO SEE HOW YOU WERE DOING." "I'm okay, Kitty." "YOU SURE? YOU LOOKED LIKE YOU WERE HAVING A PANIC ATTACK EARLIER." "Yeah, don't worry. I'm fine. Donny was here and we had a good time and now I'm..." she paused. "Now I'm just... Resting." "I BET. HOW WAS THE BLOWJOB? STILL MAGICAL?" Vera jumped. "How do you know about that?" Silence from the other end of the phone for a minute. "V, ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE OKAY? WE JUST TALKED ABOUT IT THIS AFTERNOON." "But you know about the cock?" replied Vera, who was very confused again. More silence. "I'M COMING HOME, V. YOU SEEM CONFUSED. DID YOU HIT YOUR HEAD?" "No, wait, Kitty I'm fine!" Vera yelled into the phone. "It's just been a long day!" "IT'S OK. SAM DITCHED ME FOR SOME GUY, AND MY GIRL ISN'T HERE. I'LL SEE YOU IN TWENTY." Vera sighed. There was no talking Kitty out of something that she'd set her mind to do. Particularly when that something involved mothering someone who was sick. She set her phone back down on the desk and went back upstairs to toss on some clothes. She grabbed a tank top and the largest, loosest skirt she could find. She opted to skip the panties - she was sure that they would not work with her new plumbing. Even with the loose skirt, she could still feel the cock through the fabric. Why didn't I try to get him to agree to swap back while he was still here? Vera thought to herself, frustrated. She was sure she could have found a way to do it, if she were careful with the wording. But then, she'd been in total shock, moving around like an automaton. She also needed a way to control his reply, and it seemed like what he said was just as important as what she said in determining the agreement's framework. I need to meet him tomorrow to get us swapped back. Then I need to never see him again. I will literally never be able to think of him without seeing my pussy between his legs. Ugh. He's probably fingering it right now. Men! Vera headed back down to the main floor and sat down on the couch, grabbing her phone from the desk as she walked past. The cock - her cock - shifted uncomfortably between her legs and she hesitatingly reached down and pulled her skirt up to stare at it. It stared back at her and she frowned. It definitely looked like Donny's cock, though she usually didn't see Donny without him being hard and fully erect. That thought sent a bit of a twinge through her new member, and Vera felt it begin to warm and twitch slightly. To her horror, it began to rise, like an ancient evil emerging from a lake. "Oh no you don't!" she said, grabbing her skirt and covering her shaft, shoving it back down with both hands. "Just stay down there!" This did not help matters at all, as if her touching had only made it more determined to get hard. She could feel it down there, fighting her, lengthening and hardening despite her best efforts. It continued to grow under her hands, shifting a small amount with each heartbeat as blood continued to flow into it. Of all the fucking things to deal with tonight... Finally, Vera threw her head back in exasperation, yelling at the ceiling. She looked down. Her cock was sticking straight up, holding up her skirt like a perverted circus tent. She sighed and moved the skirt off and looked at the hard shaft. It was Donny's cock, alright. It stood there in all its glory, thick and wonderful. It twitched every now and then, and she could feel the pulses when it did. It felt... Odd. She wasn't used to having something here with outward sensations. Most of the time, her pussy was noticeable only when horny or being used for something. She couldn't not notice this shaft. It wanted to be used, she was sure of it. "You," she said, addressing the cock, "are not welcome here. I would appreciate it if you would behave yourself while we are stuck together." The cock twitched pleasurably. "There will be none of that. This is my body, and I make the rules." The cock twitched pleasurably again. "I mean it." She stared down at her cock, daring it to move. She willed it to go back down. It twitched pleasurably one more time. "FUCK!" she yelled at the ceiling again, throwing her hands in the air. She'd just lost an argument to her dick. Motion denied, counselor. Move along. Vera flopped against the couch again, sitting there for a minute. She was debating what to do next when she heard the front door open. She quickly sat back up and threw her skirt over the cock again. She grabbed it and forced it down between her legs. She squeezed them together, trapping the shaft, accidentally discovering a trick that all boys learn in middle school. She could feel it straining to get out. "Hey V, I'm hooooome. How areeeee you doing?" sang out a very flushed Kitty, appearing in the room. She was still in her absurdly tight dress, and Vera's cock strained all the harder to be free of its fleshy prison. Kitty flounced over and half sat/half fell into their recliner, legs and tits going everywhere. Her hair was still black and curly. Vera had to smile in spite of everything. Kitty always had that effect on her. Drunk Kitty even more so. "I'm ok, Kat. How was the club?" Kitty pouted a little. "Samantha bailed on me and Lily never showed at all." "Lily? Your mystery girl? Do I know Lily?" "Nooooooope. Sam and I met her last week and invited her out." Vera squirmed, her genitals highly uncomfortable in this position. "Sorry she didn't show." Kitty smiled. "I get to come home and watch a movie with you instead." She hiccuped. "Sleep through a movie, maybe." "I could use a movie, honestly. It's been a night," Vera replied. "Oh, that's right. What happened with Donny? It sounded bad on the phone." "He came over. We did stuff, but it wasn't quite what I was expecting," replied Vera, honestly. Kitty frowned. "What didn't go well?" "Uhhhm... Let's just say we ended things a little awkwardly. It was a strange night." Vera squirmed some more, shifting her hands again. This was more difficult than she thought. No wonder guys are always adjusting their dicks. They just won't stay put. "What, did he not blow you? I thought he always did." Vera almost fell out of her seat. "You know?!" she shrieked. "Of course I know, we've talked about Donny several times. Should we get you an uber to the ER? Seriously, V, you're starting to worry me," Kitty replied, eyeing her friend carefully. "No, I mean you know about this," Vera said, waving her hand at her genitals. "Know about what?" asked Kitty. "The cock!" explained Vera. "This!" She lifted her skirt up and her cock sprang to life again, standing straight at attention. "What about it? Your cock's always been nice. Isn't that why Donny always comes over?" Kitty eyed the shaft with a hungry expression that Vera did not appreciate. She pointed at it. "We talked about that before I even moved in!" "But... but I thought..." muttered Vera. "I thought that only the two people in the trade knew about... I'm so confused." "In the trade? V, since when have you called it a trade?" Kitty laughed gleefully. "We've talked about what you and Donny do at least five times. Hell, V, I've been inside the house while you've done it. You moan like a banshee when he blows you." Vera fell back against the couch, blushing furiously. "So this," she gestured to the cock, "is normal for you?" Kitty eyed her friend. "I wouldn't say normal. You don't usually flash it around, you know what it does to me." Vera's eyes widened as she realized what Kitty meant. "But we've never done... anything..." "And we won't. I know you don't swing my way and that's awesome. You're my best friend, and I'm not going to mess that up." Kitty grinned. "But you should probably put that monster away before I do." She put a hand up to her mouth to imitate giving a blowjob, using her tongue to poke at the inside of her cheek. Her leer was positively wicked. Vera fainted dead away. Interlude 1 Vera would have been very happy to find out that Donny had not touched her slit at all that night. She would not, however, have been happy to find out that someone else had. "Oh, yeah, baby right there," Donny said. "That is the spot." Rebecca paused for a moment and looked up at Donny. "I know where the spot is, Donny. How many times have we done this?" He flashed his smile for her and watched her melt. Being attractive has a lot of benefits. "I know, babe. That was just a better spot than normal." Rebecca went back to work, sucking at his clit. He whistled, loud and long and low. She was good with her mouth, one of the best in his contact book. When things fizzled out early with Vera earlier, he had called up Rebecca. That had been strange. Most nights with Vera went until well after midnight, and neither of them could stand to move afterwards. Ah well, he thought. She'd be back. She always came back. It had always been weird to him that these otherwise straight women all wanted him to come eat them out, and that they wanted to go down on him. He wasn't ashamed of his pussy, really, but his sex life was just strange. Guy with a pussy that straight girls all want to fuck. It just sounded odd. But he could live with sounded odd, because it felt amazing. "Oooooooohhhhhh..." he said, breathing hard. Rebecca's tongue was doing work on him down below. Swirling around his clit, sucking and nibbling on it. She was absolutely one of the best. She was probably the most skilled at this, actually. Vera was only higher on the list because Vera was an animal. When Vera was through with you, you were through. Crazy Italians. He never wanted to date one. They were fiery and mad all the time, it seemed. But damn, were the ladies good to fuck. Donny's pussy was starting to twitch, he realized. He was soaked down there, almost dripping fluid onto Rebecca. He could definitely feel the orgasm coming on, now, and he wanted it. He always had monstrous orgasms and the girls loved it. He wasn't sure why, especially since they were all straight. It took another minute or so before his pussy started to heave and he groaned. Rebecca stuck her tongue in as deeply as she could as he spasmed. His legs bucked a little as his slit clamped down on her, hard. He started squirting - he always did - and drenched Rebecca. His lovely pussy sent out wave after wave of liquid and pleasure. He leaned back, luxuriating in the feelings. Rebecca had been waiting for it. She was also unsure why she was so into getting Donny off, but she remembered lots of fun times with him. She could feel him getting close, and his pussy was so tight that she could feel it tightening just on her tongue. She kept working it for a moment, and then got in position. She wanted to feel it when he came. Donny always came hard, and this was no exception. She felt his groin tighten up and he released a huge stream of fluid while he groaned. She moved right into the stream, happy to get nailed with all of it. She got some in her mouth and greedily swallowed. "OH YES, BABY. GIVE IT TO ME. GIVE IT ALL TO ME," she yelled, as her lover continued to soak her all over. This was what she lived for. Well, and when Donny went down on her. She didn't know what he did with his tongue, but she knew that she came harder for Donny than any of the guys she usually fucked, the ones with dicks. Maybe all guys should have pussies, she thought. Then the fun really began. Rebecca leaned back as Donny started to go down on her and she remembered once again why she made an exception for him. I swear to god, that man has a battery powered tongue. Misgivings Vera awoke as Kitty adjusted a wet towel on Vera's forehead. She was lying on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket. She glanced at Kitty, who was kneeling next to her. "What happened?" "You fainted," Kitty explained. "I'm going to call an Uber. We should go to the ER." "No, please," Vera said quietly. " I'm truly ok. I have just had a fucking day." Kitty stood up, then sat back down on the end of the couch by Vera's feet. "This Donny thing is hitting you pretty hard." Vera sighed. "Kat... have you ever just had a day where the most unbelievable things happened to you, again and again?" Kat nodded. "It just got to be too much?" "Exactly. I've just had too much for one day," Vera said. More like a thousand days. "Come on, let's put on a movie. I'll grab popcorn. What are you in the mood for?" asked Kitty. "Anything. I'll probably pass out and sleep on the couch anyway." "Alright. But I'm sleeping on the recliner. I want to make sure you're sleeping ok. I'm still worried about your head." Kitty eyed at her friend sadly. "I'm sorry your night didn't go well." "Yours, too," Vera pointed out. "My night's fine," Kitty said. "I get to spend it with you. Dates will come and go." "I guess we both sort of missed out tonight. But you're better company than Donny any day. He's only here for sex." Kitty laughed. "I'm going to get me some of that someday when you're bored of him. You've always said he does magical things to you down there." If only you knew, Kitty. A thought occurred to her. "Tell you what, tomorrow you can find out what I've enjoyed so much if you still want to. I don't think I can sleep with him anymore after tonight." Vera said. And that will give me tomorrow morning to go find him and swap back. Kitty can have him after that. Kitty raised an eyebrow and smiled. "You've never offered to share a guy like this. You don't usually go for that kind thing. You know I'm always up for a good time, though." The tingling began again after Kitty finished speaking, but Vera wasn't worried this time. She'd intentionally mentioned tomorrow, and now she just had to swap back during the day and everything would be fine. And after she tracked down Donny, she was going to go back to a certain little old shop and raise a whole lot of hell. "We're good, Kat. Let's watch that movie." --------- Vera stared at the toilet as if it were a viper. She had fallen asleep during the movie and then awakened in the middle of the night with an urgent need to pee. She ran to the bathroom and made it the entire way there without thinking about the cock, then dropped her skirt to pee. She had been rudely reminded of her condition when the skirt caught on the shaft and she groaned. "God dammit. I forgot about you." she snarled. "How the fuck do guys do this?" She thought for a moment and realized that she could probably still just sit down like normal. She knew that guys usually stood to pee, but there was no particular reason she had to stand to pee. She hesitated - now that she was thinking about it, Vera wondered if she should try standing. After all, she would probably never have this opportunity again, and now she would always know the thrill of being able to aim. Cautiously, she poked her dick. It didn't immediately begin to rise, and she took that as a good sign. In fact, it didn't feel overly sexual at all right now. She bent down and lifted the toilet lid, then the seat. She positioned herself at the front of the toilet and stood there, cock hanging, just waiting for something to happen. Nothing did. Vera shifted on her feet, feeling the urge to pee even more. She wondered if there was something she needed to do. Did she have to squeeze it out somehow? Was there a muscle that released the pee? She started trying to squeeze various muscles in her core and realized that she felt something if she tried to do a kegel. There was definitely a release of some kind, she realized. She just had to push... The stream began to flow immediately and powerfully. Unfortunately, she had not understood that she needed to guide the aim somewhat, and she managed to pee on the back of the toilet bowl, splashing a bit. Vera yelped, grabbing at her dick and pointing it straight down into the toilet. For fuck's sake. She got the stream under control and tried wiggling it around a little bit. It's not a difficult process, she decided, once she had everything flowing out properly. She even managed to draw a bit of a figure eight as the stream dried up. She laughed triumphantly as she did, before remembering that she had to wipe down the toilet and the floor now. She supposed it was a fair price for a unique life experience. She glanced at the mess. Almost a fair price, she groused. After cleaning up, Vera headed back for the couch, feeling very relieved and now drowsy. She looked at the clock and saw that it was after two in the morning - definitely time for sleep now. To her surprise, Kitty was sitting on the couch, wide awake. She could see that her eyes were open by the light reflecting off of them. "Kitty? Why are you awake?" "I couldn't sleep on the recliner for long. My back was a little sore," Kitty replied, stretching her arms over her head. "I'm still a little tipsy, actually." Vera went and sat down on the couch. "Do you want me to help you up to bed?" Kitty giggled. "I'm supposed to check on you, not the other way around." "I feel fine, Kat, really. Things will be okay by tomorrow." "It's already tomorrow." Kitty stretched again in the darkness, yawning. Vera could just see her outline against the windows. "It's definitely late. How about we go to bed and get some real sleep?" "Sounds good to me. Come on," Kitty said, standing up. She reached out a hand and pulled Vera to her feet. She led the way up the stairs, giving Vera a nice view of her butt and legs. She wasn't wearing any underwear now, either. Vera's cock gave a definite thrill at the sight and she cursed under her breath. Not this, not again... Kitty stopped off at the bathroom to brush her teeth and remove her makeup, but Vera went straight to bed. She decided that getting any more looks at Kitty would be bad at the moment. Not with her cock halfway erect and starting to throb. She had a momentary image of the two of them in bed together, with Kitty's beautiful face sucking Vera's cock and she yelped, trying to clear her mind. She thought about Donny with a slit, her father's pasta, being naked in front of a class, but the damage was already done. Her cock was at full mast, painfully erect. Vera sighed. You are a miserable, horny little fucker, she thought at the appendage, eyeing it angrily. She hopped into bed, pulling her sheet up to her neck. Her cock still stood straight up, easily visible under the sheet. Vera shook her head and rolled onto her side and turned out the light. This position felt a little better. The shaft was still sticking straight out, but at least it wasn't pressing on anything. It was far less noticeable now, though she could still feel it throbbing, straining. She shut her eyes and tried to think of the least sexy things that she could. Her reverie was interrupted a minute later when Kitty climbed into bed with her. "Kitty!" Vera yelped. "What are you doing here?" "You said tomorrow I could find out what I'd been missing. It's tomorrow, and I can't stop thinking about it." Kitty whispered. Vera thought back to her agreement with Kitty, and the tingling. "I said you could find out from Donny? Can't this wait until tomorrow night?" There was no answer for a minute. "I don't know. I just felt like I needed to be here with you now. I just know that Donny can't... won't... I need to feel this." Kitty reached over and grabbed Vera's cock roughly. Vera gasped, but at the sudden turn of events with Kitty and the feeling of her soft hands touching Vera's sensitive shaft. She had another vision in her mind of the two of them tangled in the bed, twisting passionately. She reached down and grabbed Kitty's arm. "Wait, Kitty, this is wrong." "Is it? I can feel how hard you are. You want this, too." Another flash of Kitty's mouth working her cock. Vera suddenly realized her mistake. Tomorrow you can find out what I've been enjoying so much. I meant Donny, but the scroll of taking-things-too-literally meant his cock. Now Kitty wants this thing here and I keep having visions of fucking my roommate. "Kat, no. This will change who we are. What we are." "It doesn't have to. It's just sex. Just a business transaction. Isn't that what you and Donny had?" Kitty asked quietly as she rubbed lightly along Vera's cock. Fuck, that feels good. Vera was having difficulty coming up with more reasons as to why this was a bad idea. A part of her realized that she was being swept up in the binding contract along with Kitty, but most of her had stopped caring. She was so horny that her cock was painfully hard. She closed her eyes and breathed out slowly, enjoying her friend's light touches. I guess if we do this there's not much harm... I'll still find Donny tomorrow and swap back and it'll be like this never happened, right? It'll be like she slept with Donny. Vera thought back to her first vision of Kitty, mouth deep around her cock and her beautiful eyes staring up at her. She bit her lip, the vision tantalizing her. Her cock was just so hard. It was hard to think about anything else, now. "Kat...?" she whispered. "Please... Just..." Kitty moved over next to her friend, already wet. "It's alright, V," she whispered. "I'll take care of everything." She reached down and rolled Vera onto her back. She continued rubbing her friend's shaft slowly, teasing along it. She'd seen it before, but it never failed to surprise her at what an insane cock it was. Vera claimed to have slept with better, but Kitty had never even seen one like this before. She could hear Vera's breathing quicken, could feel the tension in her relax and she knew that she'd won. Vera let out a small squeak as Kitty rubbed her thumb over the sensitive head of her shaft. It still felt wrong, but at the same time it felt so good. Too good. So alien and dirty, and that was turning her on even more. She was breathing hard, wanting it. Needing it. She looked up at her friend and raised a hand to Kitty's waist, feeling along her hip to her inner thighs. She paused for just a moment, hesitating, and she felt Kitty turn towards her. Inviting her hand in. With a tremendous force of will, she stopped again, resting her hand on her friend's thigh. Kitty reached down and took hold of Vera's hand. She slowly moved it towards her soaking wet slit. "Vera, please... Feel how wet I am. I need you." She shifted her grip, taking two of Vera's fingers in her own, guiding them in. They reached her pussy, and she guided them along the outside, letting Vera feel for herself just how wet Kitty truly was. Finally this broke through Vera's reticence. As if a dam had broken in her mind, she felt her friend's wet pussy and snapped. She curled her fingers and drove them deep inside Kitty's pussy, feeling the fluid and the need. "Oh my God, Kat... you're so wet..." "I told you," Kitty whispered. She was already shaking with Vera touching her. She bent down, taking Vera's cock in one hand, squeezing the base hard. She bent down even further and looked at it for a moment, just enjoying the sheer immensity of it. Then she opened her mouth and slid the cock in, running her lips along the shaft and bobbing her head up and down on it with wild abandon. "OH FUCK!" Vera yelled, tensing up immediately. The blowjob felt so strange and so good at the same time. It was something she could never have comprehended before this moment, and her mind just did not know how to handle it. That hot wetness on the outside of her cock was like nothing she had ever felt, and it felt amazing. Kitty was bobbing her head up and down on it and Vera could feel every turn, every lick, every movement of her lips. She had thought that she was turned on before, but now her cock was tensing, pulsing, alive. Kitty had been right - how could anything that felt this good be wrong? Vera collapsed back into the bed as her cock was serviced, unable to do anything else at all with her brain being flooded by the sensations. She was very quickly building to orgasm, and had no idea at all how to stave it off. She wasn't sure if she wanted to, anyway. She needed this release. She did not have to wait long, as Kitty continued to bob away, wrapping both hands around the base of the shaft and jerking Vera off at the same time. "OH FUCK, KAT! I THINK IT'S COMING!" Vera screamed as her cock began to pulse. This, too, felt unlike anything she'd ever known. Her usual climaxes built up slowly, and crescendoed with waves of pleasure throughout her groin. Sometimes throughout her entire body. Then it slowly backed away and she was left with a tingling pleasure that made her feel good and happy for some time afterward. Her cock wanted none of that right now. It spasmed wildly, pulsing jet after jet of cum into Kitty's waiting mouth. It was as if Vera's usual climax was condensed into eight seconds of insane pleasure, concentrated only in the last few inches of her cock. Vera screamed as she came, unable to control herself in the slighested. All too quickly it was over, and her cock immediately fell limp and Vera herself felt her body collapse inwardly, from desperate need into utter exhaustion. She felt so tired, drained after the burst of energy, and it was all she could do to stay awake. She reached out, grabbing for Kitty's hand, catching it. "Kat..." whispered Vera. Kitty wiped her mouth after swallowing, and bent down to cuddle next to Vera. "I know, V. It's been a long day. Let's talk about it in the morning." She reached down to her own pussy and started fingering herself. She was still horny, and she needed a release. She wasn't sure if Vera was going to be able to manage it, but she wasn't worried. She was going to drain that cock dry tomorrow, no matter what it took. She'd waited two years for this night to come, ever since the first time she had seen Vera step out of the shower with that monster. She could wait another day. Vera didn't notice any of this. She had already passed out, completely and totally exhausted. --------- Vera awoke feeling greatly refreshed the next morning. She lay in bed for a moment, trying to remember everything that had happened the previous day. It all seemed like a blur, like an insane fever dream. She felt hair on her face and reached up to grab it, looking at it. Dark and curly. Frowning, she sat up and everything fell to pieces at once. Her eyes looked at the hair she was holding and followed it to its end. It was attached to a woman who was lying next to her. She blinked a few times, staring. It was Kitty. Realization flooded into her about the truth of last night's activities. Oh my God. We fucked! Sort of. Kat gave me a blowjob. Right here, in my bed. That realization prompted further inspection and she realized that she was once again incredibly hard. She pulled back the covers and there was her cock, standing at attention again. She shook her head. Don't you ever get tired of being horny? Her movement woke Kitty up. She turned, looking back over her shoulder at Vera and broke out into a huge smile. "Good morning, V," Kitty said cheerfully. Vera shook her head. "How are you always so cheerful?" Kitty's smile widened. "What's there to not be cheerful about?" "We sort of did something last night." Kitty's smile faltered a bit. "V... that can be as much a good or bad thing as you want it to be. It doesn't have to be anything." Vera frowned, thinking. She was going to track down Donny today and somehow get him to agree to swap parts, and that should undo this. Her contract with Kitty had been for Kitty to enjoy pleasure from this cock, so if this cock returned to Donny... Then the two of them would return to normal. "You're right, Kat. All it had to be was fun." She smiled, to make sure Kitty knew that she meant it. "I can honestly say I've never had a blowjob like that before." Kitty's eyes widened. "But all those times with Donny... I thought you said..." "No, Kat. This was the best." This was also the only, but she doesn't know that. Kitty rolled over, the blanket falling from her. She propped herself up on an elbow, and Vera realized that Kitty had slept naked. Her breasts were on spectacular display again, and Vera's cock twitched harder. Kitty smiled, reaching over to put a hand on Vera's thigh. "I wanted you to enjoy it." Vera felt a thrill go through her again, looking down at Kitty's hand. It was so close to her cock, and she had visions of the two of them again. "I didn't do anything for you, though." "There wasn't any pressure for you to do anything, V. I was glad to share what we did." Kitty grinned wickedly. "Not that I would have cared, mind you." "There's the horny vixen we all know and love," Vera laughed. Kitty's hand moved a little closer to her cock, and Vera looked down at it. "Kat..." Kitty reached up and took Vera's cock in her hand again, giving it a solid stroke. "If you tell me to stop, I'll stop." Vera swallowed, but said nothing. Kitty smiled up at her, rubbing her cock slowly. It bulged in her hand, growing to its full size. Kitty tossed the covers off of her lean body, revealing her gorgeous legs and shaved pussy. It was already soaking wet again. Vera looked down at her cock, throbbing and ready. She looked over at Kitty, getting one last flash of the two of them entwined in the bed. She made up her mind, and rolled over onto her knees, spreading them and placing one on either side of Kitty's toned ass. Kitty turned and looked at her, eyes widening. "Kat... would you like to try doggy with me?" Kitty's mouth dropped open. "Oh, god yes." She scooted forward a hair and climbed up onto hands and knees. "Just give it to me." Vera stared at Kitty's ass. She reached out and ran a finger along her pussy, feeling how wet it was. She reached down and grabbed her cock with her other hand, positioning it against Kitty's slit. I can't believe I'm doing this... Vera put her hands on either side of Kitty's hips and slowly pulled her back, making sure she was properly lined up. She felt her cock press against Kitty's labia and noticed that it didn't just slide in. She rubbed it around a bit, getting fluid on the end and pushed in again, slowly. There was a slight tug as Kitty's slit opened around Vera's cock. Kitty grunted, and Vera leaned forward slowly, using her hands to guide Kitty backwards onto her shaft. Vera gasped as she entered her friend. This felt like the blowjob in a way, but better. Kitty's mouth could only hand a few inches of shaft at any given time, but her pussy could handle the entire thing. Vera shoved in slowly, relishing the feeling of pussy surrounding her, grabbing her, and rubbing her. She pushed in until she could not enter anymore, feeling Kitty's ass pressed against her waist, and then she held there for a minute, just enjoying the sensations. Kitty noticed the pause and looked back over her shoulder. "I can't believe how big that feels, V. Holy shit." "I can't believe I'm inside you at all." Kitty grinned. "I can. Are you just going to hold it there or are you going to fuck me?" Vera grinned back. "I'm just enjoying the moment, Kat. This was a bit unexpected." In a lot of ways. Kitty took the initiative and started moving forward slightly, squeezing her pussy around Vera's cock. Vera gasped as Kitty kept moving forward, away from Vera and the feeling of Kitty's pussy gripping her was almost overwhelming. She instinctively pulled back on Kitty's hips, slamming her cock deep inside once again and both women let out a yelp. That was all the encouragement Vera needed, and she began to use her own hips to push in and out, guiding Kitty with her hands. She quickly discovered the rhythm that she needed and began pumping in and out, faster and faster. Kitty was moaning now, her head tossed back as Vera pounded away at her. She had been wrong all this time - Vera's cock was even better than she had thought. Vera was quickly building towards an orgasm again, still unsure how to adjust to slow herself down. She didn't mind it being a quickie though - her leg muscles were not used to this position, and her thighs were burning. She guessed, correctly, that there was not a lot of overlap in muscle use between what she usually did and what Donny usually did sexually. Her cock was on fire with sensation as Kitty squeezed it over and over again, and Vera entered her over and over again. She could feel Kitty squeezing tighter and knew that she was close to climaxing. Vera herself was at the edge, and she tried to speed up as much as she could, straining to finish hard. They both came within seconds of each other, and Vera screamed as her cock unleashed another massive load. Once again the sensation of the orgasm was all in that one tiny area, an entire burst of pleasure in only a few seconds time. It was so intense, she thought. She leaned forward, nearly falling down on top of Kitty's body. Her breasts were squished in between her and Kitty as she gave Kitty a hug, wrapping her arms around to hold her friend in a tight hug. Her cock rested comfortable inside her friend, and the two of them lay like this for several minutes as they both struggled to regain their breath. Vera recovered first, leaning back slightly and adjusting so that she could kiss the back of Kitty's neck. Kitty squirmed beneath her, still in her own afterglow, and Vera giggled. "I can't believe we did that," she said breathily. Kitty looked back at her again. "Why not? Didn't you want me?" "Of course I wanted you... But..." How to explain this? I'm not into women, but this cock is. Or maybe I'm into Kitty today specifically because of the scroll and the agreement we made last night. I can't possibly tell her any of it, and she wouldn't believe me if I did. Tomorrow I'll go right back to men, and I won't have this monster stuck to me. Where will that leave the two of us? "I'm just worried what it will do to our friendship." Kitty was silent for a minute. "I told you, it doesn't have to be anything but sex. It can be more if you want, but we laid out the ground rules before I moved in. I know you don't swing my way, but... Well, I thought with your interest last night that you might be opening up a bit more." Vera's eyes widened and the beginnings of an idea started tugging in her head. Opening up a bit more. That might be just what I need. "I'll tell you what, Kitty. I need to run some errands today, but let's talk tonight about... Well, about this. I need some time to think." Kitty nodded, not especially happy with that answer. She knew what time to think meant. Time to come up with a reason this wasn't a good idea. Vera noticed, and she held up a hand. "I meant it. We'll talk later. How about we get food tonight?" "Okay. I'll plan something." "Whatever you want, my treat," Vera replied. "Let me make a few calls." Kitty smiled at her. "I don't want to move. Mind if I relax in your bed for a bit?" Vera bent down and gave her friend another hug. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I'll be back in a few." She grabbed a loose pair of jeans and a jacket, tossing them on. She headed downstairs to find her phone and briefcase. Time to do some contract law. Trading Spaces Vera left the house into another beautiful New York late fall day. The weather was even better than yesterday, with no breeze at all. In a rare treat for NYC in november, there were very few clouds. She stretched, enjoying the fresh air, and started walking towards the subway. She took out her phone and dialed a number, still walking. The phone rang seven times before it was finally answered by a very tired sounding individual. "Ugh... Vera, why are you calling me this early...?" asked Samantha. "Hey, good morning Sam. I heard you had a good night last night." "My good night is still asleep." Vera laughed. "One of those nights, huh? Listen, I'll make this quick. Can I get the number for this Lily you and Kat met last week?" "Lily Stevens? Why?" asked Samantha. "Kat and I had a weird night last night, and I just wanted to talk to Lily and arrange a surprise for Kat. She could use a good night." There was silence on the phone for a minute. "Well, sure, I guess. No harm. I'll text it to you." "You're a gem, Sam. You want to do lunch with Kat and I tomorrow?" "Sure. Text me later, I need to go do some stuff." "I know exactly what stuff you need to do," Vera said with a smirk. "Later, Vera." A few seconds later a text came through. One down. She was almost to the station so she slowed her walk in order to make one more call. She looked at the number for Lily Stevens and hit dial. "Hello?" "Is this Lily Stevens?" Vera asked. "Yes. Who is this?" "My name is Erin Clark," Vera lied easily. "Lily, I found a card with your name on it at the club last night. I'm running errands today, but I can get it back to you today if you want to meet somewhere." "Oh, thanks! That's so nice of you. Where are you at?" Vera felt a pang of guilt for lying to the poor girl, but she needed this. "You're in Brownsville, right? Anywhere along Pitkin?" "I'm good with Pitkin but I can't make it until this afternoon. The bagel shop at two?" "I'll see you there." Two down. Vera headed down the stairs to the subway and got on the train. She had one more stop before the bagel shop. --------- Vera arrived at Donny's apartment just before noon. She knew from experience that he slept in late on the weekends, and she herself had been here until well after noon more than once. He almost always preferred to have sex again the next day, which was a little rare among her hookups. Many guys just wanted to get out as soon as possible, which she understood. She'd done the walk of shame more than once, herself. Vera knocked and waited. And waited. And waited. She finally grew impatient and started banging on the door after five minutes, sure that he was still home and still asleep. She made it another minute before she heard shouting coming from inside. "God damnit, hold on," came the muffled voice. There was a thudding sound as someone ran down the stairs inside the apartment, and then a click as the front door was unlocked. Donny stood there, looking incredibly ruffled. "Hello, Donny. Can we talk for a minute?" asked Vera. Donny shuffled his feet nervously. "Now's not the best time, Vera." She rolled her eyes. "I know you just got up, Donny. It's not like I haven't seen you in this state before. We need to talk about last night." Donny stared at her, then nodded upstairs. "No, I mean... it's not the best time." Vera felt her face drain of all color. "Donny... Do you have someone upstairs right now?" "Well, yeah, I mean you've never cared about my shit before." Vera hit him with her purse. "You fucking asshole! You let someone fuck you last night? With MY pussy?" "With YOUR pussy? Vera, we've been over this, you don't own me." Donny was starting to get frustrated. Vera yelled out her frustration. "Ugh, I can't believe this. Fucking... men!" "Look, Vera, you need to go. You can't just show up here like this and get mad at me for doing things we've both agreed on." "Donny?" called a third voice from the stairs. Both Donny and Vera stopped and looked up the stairs. Rebecca was standing there, wearing just a long shirt of Donnys that came down to her thighs. Her breasts were very visible through the threadbare t- shirt. She stepped down a few more steps. "Are you okay, Donny?" Vera stared at her, stunned. She'd just assumed because of the pussy that... Well, this was not what she had expected. "Donny, you let a woman go down on you?" Donny turned back to her, confused. "Vera, you eat me out like once a month at least." Vera broke out laughing. "Oh my God, Donny. I just... I can't... Holy shit." "Umm, excuse me. Donny?" Rebecca came down the stairs to glare at Donny. "Who the fuck is this?" "Rebecca, this is Vera, she's one of my friends," said Donny. Vera smiled. "Don't worry about it, Rebecca. I just needed to talk to him for a minute." "Donny and I are busy," said Rebecca as she eyed Vera up and down. "I don't know why he'd have any business with a flat-chested bitch like you anyway." Donny groaned and started to try and inch his way into the house, sure that this was about to blow up in his face. Vera held up her hand. "Hold on, Donny. I was here for something else, but you know what? Fuck it. Let's test this out while I'm here." She grabbed a piece of paper from her briefcase and jotted something down. "Rebecca, would you read this out loud and then I'll be on my way." Rebecca grabbed the paper and frowned. "I'm a flat-chested bitch," she read. "Sold! I've always wondered what it would be like to have nice tits. Guess I'll find out with yours." Vera laughed as the tingling began. She relished the sight of Rebecca's chest deflating somewhat, and her own began growing. It didn't really feel like anything was happening, except that the weight of her breasts increased. It was a smaller change than most of the previous ones, and it only took a few seconds to complete. Vera felt her breasts overflowing her bra and had to fight the urge to remove it right there. Rebecca held up the paper again. "What does this mean?" Vera smiled at her. "It doesn't mean anything, honey. Why don't the two of you continue your nice day? I'll just find Donny another time." The thought of him stuck trading oral with women is just too funny. And a pretty easy way to break off relations with him. I'll find someone else to swap this stupid cock with. Donny scratched his chin, puzzled. "So... we're good, Vera?" Vera turned to leave. "We're good, Donny. We'll talk later." --------- Two hours later, Vera was sitting outside eating a bagel when she saw a pretty, mid-twenties redheaded woman walk up to the store. She stopped outside the store, and was clearly looking for someone. This must be Lily, right on time. Vera waved at her. "Lily?" Lily walked over. "Are you Erin?" "That's me. Erin, delighted to meet you." Lily sat down at the table. "Thank you so much for contacting me. I hadn't even realized I'd lost a card. I really appreciate it." This would be easier if she weren't so damn polite about it. I sort of hoped she would be a bitch. Vera slid over a piece of paper with writing on it. "Would you mind reading this?" Lily read the paper and looked back to Vera, expression darkening. "What is this?" Vera shrugged. "Someone left it on the table here, and I thought it was strange. Do you know what it's about?" Lily looked back at the paper, reading it aloud this time. "I do not want to be bi anymore. I just want to forget today." She looked up at Vera. "Someone was having a very rough day, I guess." "I do want to be bi, and I'd like to remember it." Vera smiled as she felt the tingling return. I think I finally figured out how to use this power. Lily sat still for a minute, then looked around, confused. "Wait, what am I doing here? Who are you?" she asked. Vera looked at her, concern on her face. "Oh, girl. You were walking on the street over there and something fell off one of the buildings and hit you. No wonder you're out of it, I thought you had a concussion for sure." Lily stared at her blankly. "My head doesn't hurt now. I don't remember anything..." Vera nodded. "Well, concussions can be tricky. Do you want me to call you an ambulance, or take you home?" Lily shook her head slowly. "I feel ok... I think I should just go home." Vera stood, helping Lily to her feet. "Try not to take a nap for a bit, just in case. Sleeping with a concussion can be dangerous." Lily nodded. She knew that much at least. "I won't. Thank you for your help...?' "Erin." Lily smiled at her, and Vera's insides twisted a little. "Thanks Erin. I appreciate it." Vera watched her go, appreciating her cute little butt, imagining what it would be like to... She shook her head as if to clear it. Holy shit, it worked. That was fast. She grabbed her bagel and headed south on Sutter. She had a five minute walk ahead of her, and she took her time, enjoying the bagel and the sights. Vera had never appreciated just how many pretty girls walk around New York before. Sure, she'd noticed them, either as competition or just to take in the newest fashions. But now? Now they were appealing. She was glad she'd chosen jeans. Anything less restrictive would not do a good job of keeping her cock where it needed to be. Vera smiled to herself. Everything was working out nicely today. Now she only had to do a little shopping. --------- Vera walked out of Macy's with three bags and a very pleased smile. She grabbed her phone and called Kitty. "Hey V!" answered Kitty. "Kat, just letting you know I'm on the way home. Done with my errands, and I'll be home in about thirty. Could I grab the bathroom for like forty five minutes before dinner?" asked Vera. "That's fine. I'll go change now, then." "Anything I should know?" "No," replied Kitty. "It's a surprise." "Thanks, Kat, getting on the subway now." The subway ride took just over twenty minutes and Vera was not bothered at all to her relief. She exited the subway and walked home. Entering the house, she took all of her packages up to her room. She knocked on the bathroom door. "Hey Kat," called Vera. "I'm home." "Hi! I need another twenty minutes and then you can have it," Kitty's muffled voice yelled through the door. "Do you mind if I hop in the shower and close the door so it doesn't steam up the mirror?" asked Vera. "Sure, give me thirty seconds." Vera counted down thirty and opened the door slowly to make sure Kitty wasn't still in the bathroom. Their bathroom had the double sink, of course, but it also had a separate smaller room for the tub and toilet. Kitty crossed to that room and shut the door, turning the water on. Damn, I've had sex two and a half times since I showered last. I need this. "Kitty, bathroom is free again." she yelled back through the door. This was pretty close to their morning routine, though sometimes they would both finish getting ready at the mirror at the same time. She heard Kitty return to the bathroom and she hopped in the shower. The near scalding water felt wonderful on her back and Vera quickly soaped up and rinsed off. She preferred taking longer showers, but she didn't know how long she had to get ready before dinner, whatever that ended up being. She washed her hair, and was amazed that it took three times less than it had before. Straight silky hair was a godsend compared to her insanely thick curls that she had previously dealt with in life. After she finished everything else, it was time to wash her cock. She very, very carefully soaped it up, running her hand over it gently so it would get no ideas about other things. She frowned at it. I probably should have swapped with Donny when I was there, but the thought of him and Rebecca was just too funny. And Kat may want this one more time. Stepping out of the shower, she grabbed her towel and wiped off. She knocked and yelled out to Kitty, but there was no reply, so she exited the shower room and went to her bedroom. She tossed the towel on the bed and stopped, catching a glance at herself in the mirror. She walked over to the mirror and stared at herself. I hardly look like the same person anymore. Her hair was shoulder length, stick straight and blonde. Her chest had improved by two cup sizes, which she knew from her trip to Macy's, but it was still jarring seeing these breasts on her frame. She cupped one, and was quite happy with the heft and appearance. Her body was still the same, of course, all petite and thin. She had a nice build, but nothing crazy. And then there was it. It looked so out of place on her tiny little feminine frame. Some random five inch cock just hanging right off of her. Bemused, she wondered how she looked when it was fully hard and closer to seven or eight inches. It started to twitch again, and she quickly stopped thinking about it and went to get ready. On went the extra tight lace black panties and stomach wrap, in case she had to tuck her cock into them to avoid showing. On went the new, larger D-cup bra, also black and very sheer. On went the little black dress she had purchased just for this dinner. On went the new shoes. On went an older bracelet and necklace, but she'd spent enough for one night on the clothes. She knocked on the bathroom and there was still no answer, so she went in and did her makeup. Dark eyeliner, mascara, and her usual foundation. She gave herself a quick once over in the mirror. You look sexy tonight, girl. She'd undoubtedly be blown away by Kitty, but that was ok. She was pretty close, tonight. Larger breasts make everyone look hotter. "Kitty?" she called out. "Downstairs. I'm ready when you are." Vera headed downstairs, awash with emotions. She wasn't sure what was going to happen tonight and wasn't sure how things would be tomorrow. She was still feeling the effects of her contract with Kitty the previous night, and she knew Kitty would be as well. Vera also knew that she found some girls attractive now, but that didn't mean that Kitty would be her type, either. For all she knew, their actions last night and this morning might drive an irreparable wedge between their friendship after they woke up the next day no longer under contract to each other. But she couldn't control that right now. All she could do tonight was enjoy herself and see what happened. She reached the bottom of the stairs and headed to the kitchen where Kitty was waiting. It took Vera about half a second to realize that Kitty was now very, very much her type. Holy shit. Kitty was dressed in the sluttiest thing that Vera had ever seen her wear. It was red, and it was short, and it was short everywhere. Kitty's breasts were almost popping out of the garment. It was so high up her gorgeous legs that Vera was surprised she couldn't see Kitty's underwear. She had red stilettos on, and her lips were a bright red as well. The dress was nearly skintight, and left not one thing about her hourglass figure to the imagination. Her cock was already hard, and she thanked God that she had prepared two different pieces to help hide and tuck it away. Vera licked her lips, her mouth dry. "Kat..." Kitty grinned at her. "Oh, don't say anything. You're dolled up as much as I am." Vera grinned back. "Dolled up, maybe, but I can do what you're doing over there." She mimicked an hourglass in the air with her hands. "Oh, stop it," Kitty said blushing. "You do well enough yourself." "So what are we doing for dinner?" "Evelina's." "My favorite." Vera smiled widely at Kitty. "Well, I thought about taking you to your dad's, but decided it wasn't worth the effort of getting up there." "Smart choice. He'd have been nosy. I went up there last Friday anyway, remember?" Kitty's phone pinged. "Uber is almost here. You ready?" "Thank you for planning this." Vera walked over to Kitty and took her hands. She stood up on her toes and reached up and gave Kitty a kiss on the cheek. "I appreciate it." Vera watched Kitty's eyes widen, and they made eye contact. She is just soooo beautiful. Their faces were inches apart, and it was all Vera could do to just stand there and look at her. Her mouth opened slightly, and she could feel herself fluttering, like a teenager at their first dance. She thought back to her first experience with a girl in college, remembering how she had realized right then and there that she was straight. This was the exact opposite. She couldn't tear her eyes away from Kitty, and she realized that they were still standing inches apart, holding hands. Then Kitty leaned down and pressed her lips to Vera's and everything went blank. Interlude 2 Rebecca went home a few hours after that bitch Vera had shown up at Donny's apartment. She had wanted to get with Donny again once more that day, but something about that Vera woman had put him off, and he wasn't up for anything else. That fucking bitch. She didn't know who she was, but nobody took Donny away from her. That just didn't happen. Rebecca rode the subway back to her apartment on the upper east side. It was stylish, classy, and expensive. She made sure that everybody knew - what was the point of having some money if you didn't show off your money? During the ride, she couldn't help but feel like there was something off about her today. She was sure it had something to do with that Vera, but there was nothing she could put her fingers on. When she got home, she showered and picked an outfit, ready for another Saturday night out on the town in New York. She called up her girlfriends and made plans for a certain rooftop bar at nine. It was a fairly exclusive club, but she knew that they would be let in. Rebecca only let the hottest of girls hang around with her in her inner circle. She went to put her bra on and realized that it was far too loose for her. She looked at it, confused. She held it up, and even without clasping the back, it was just blatantly too big. That was odd - she had worn this very bra this week. So she went into her closet and grabbed another bra. And then another one. It took her seventeen minutes to discover that all of her bras no longer fit. What the fuck is going on? Rebecca tried to think back to when she picked out the bras, but she found that she had no recollection of them. She didn't remember wearing them. She didn't remember much of anything, really, about her breasts. She went back to the bathroom, turned sideways, and eyed herself. This was her, wasn't it? Sure, her breasts weren't the best around, but they weren't bad. There was nothing wrong with a B cup. So why on earth did she own all these D cup bras? Tales of the Heart Vera was sitting opposite Kitty at the table for two at Evelina's. They each had a hand across the table, holding on to the other as if worried that she might change her mind and leave. Vera was having trouble not blushing, and Kitty had been smiling the entire time. Kitty gave her hand another small squeeze, and Vera had another flutter rush through her stomach. She smiled again, eyeing Kitty appreciatively. "So... you said you'd been interested for a while? How long is awhile?" Vera asked. "I mean, physically it's been forever. You're gorgeous and always have been. And the first time I saw you get out of the shower... Wow. It's been a little bit of a crush ever since," Kitty admitted. Vera's eyes widened. "That was like two years ago..." Kitty nodded. "I put it off because I knew you just weren't into women. It happens. And you've just been the best friend I could imagine. Still, I would have jumped at the chance in a second." "I'll never understand, I guess. I'm just so... normal," Vera pointed out. "Normal? You? Have you seen yourself tonight? Or any other night?" asked Kitty incredulously. "I've seen you. I know the options you've had. I've seen the women and men you've dated," said Vera. I wonder if she was taken with me before, when she didn't remember me with a cock. If I get rid of it, will I also get rid of her? "V, you're in the same class. I've been wet all night." "Always so blunt, Kat." Vera blushed as she shook her head. "Life's not fun without a little boldness." Kitty said. "But how about you? What changed? You've always told me you knew for a fact you weren't into women." A magic cock and a transfer of sexual appetites. I suppose I can't say that. Vera thought as she took a deep breath. "Sometimes you try something once and it wasn't what you thought it would be. Later in life it's more appealing. And, well... you're just the best person I know. The attraction has been coming on, but I had to get over my own ideas of who I was before I could embrace it." All true, but it was just the past two days. The waiter arrived with their wine and a pen. "Are the ladies ready to order?" Vera nodded. "I believe we are." "For you, madame?" The waiter looked at Vera. "I'll try the ravioli tonight," Vera hazarded. She usually went with the tonnarelli, but the crab sounded good tonight. "Very good. And you, miss?" Kitty hesitated. "How's the magret?" "Excellent. You will not regret it," replied the waiter. Kitty nodded. "Let's do that, then." Vera stared at Kitty as the waiter left. "You always get spaghetti here..." Kitty smiled nervously, but looked straight at Vera. "I was hoping to have some italian later." Vera stared at her, and then laughed. "You seriously didn't order duck just so you could make that joke, did you?" "Maybe." Kitty grinned. "But I was seriously hoping..." Vera squeezed her hand, eyeing Kitty's breasts. She grinned as she thought up an equally corny reply. "I wouldn't worry too much about that. I hear the all-you-can-eat italian buffet is open late tonight." She was rewarded when Kitty nearly spit out her wine. Point, Vera. --------- Dinner went well, without any of the awkwardness Vera had wondered about. She was a little surprised that at this; some part of her had thought of this as a monumental, life-altering night. She was very happy that being out with Kitty felt, well, just like being out with Kitty. It felt like their normal relationship. Except I want to fuck her afterwards. That's new. Both the duck and the ravioli were excellent - the food always was at Evelina's. It was the only italian place that Vera ever wanted to visit, as she had grown up on her father's cooking, and ate at Luigi's quite often. They split dessert and kept the table for over an hour after finishing their meal, adding a bottle of wine to the tab to keep the waiter at bay. By the time the meal was finished, Vera was feeling her liquor and Kitty was quite drunk. Vera picked up the check while Kitty called an uber and they both stood outside in the chilly November night while waiting for the car. Kitty wrapped her arm around Vera's waist, and Vera laid her head on Kitty's shoulder. Neither spoke, for fear of ruining the magic of the moment. A few minutes later, the uber arrived to collect them and they entered the backseat for the fifteen minute ride home. They giggled and held each other, enjoying the cuddling. Vera had her hand on Kitty's leg under the dress, and Kitty was rubbing Vera's cock through hers. Vera was very, very hard, and she couldn't wait to try out this cock again. They arrived at the house and stumbled up the steps to the door. Vera fumbled with the key for a minute while Kitty made things difficult for her, still fondling and touching her under her dress. The door finally opened, and they nearly ran inside, slamming the door behind them. They both took off their shoes, and Vera had the presence of mind to throw the deadbolt, but then Kitty was there, grabbing Vera in a close embrace. Vera wrapped her arms around Kitty and tilted her head up as Kitty leaned down for a kiss. Her arms wandered their way around Kitty's back, with one going down to grab a handful of ass and the other going up around Kitty's head, pulling her down into the kiss. Kitty still had her hand rubbing at Vera's cock through the dress, and Vera wondered if she was going to cum before they had sex at all. She managed to push Kitty away for a moment, gasping for air. "Bed. Now," as she grabbed Kitty's hand and pulled her up the stairs, both of them giggling as they went. They got to Vera's room and Kitty nearly threw Vera onto the bed as she jumped on next to her. Kitty's hands were on Vera's breasts in a moment, and Vera was already pulling Kitty's dress up to feel her wet slit. She stuck a finger inside and started rubbing her friend as hard as she could, loving the feeling and thrill of it. Kitty had managed to work Vera's underwear down over her cock, and had the cock out and free of her dress. She was jerking Vera off for all she was worth, and Vera's cock was on fire. She reached down and grabbed Kitty's hand, pulling it free and throwing Kitty back onto her back. She climbed on top and bent down, kissing her friend's neck while positioning her cock at the entrance to Kitty's pussy. "Ohhhhh..... Vera..." Kitty moaned. "That feels soooo goood. Fuck me....." Vera did not need to be asked tonight. She moved forward and drove her cock deep inside Kitty, not bothering to go slowly. Without waiting, she started pushing, flexing her hips and thighs to enter Kitty over and over again. This position worked much better for her than doggy had - the muscles used here were just a little more similar to her previous experiences and she wasn't burning immediately like she had been the previous night. Kitty's eyes were bulging at the feeling of Vera fucking her. She'd had a good experience that morning, but Vera had been... almost slow, tentative. Like a virgin might be, she reflected. That had been strange, as she'd been hearing Donny and Vera go at it for awhile now, and she knew that Vera was totally capable of being wild in bed. So this morning had been a bit of a surprise, but she decided it had been first time jitters. She wasn't used to being with women, after all. Even with Vera being a little passive, her cock was so nice it had felt incredible. Kitty didn't climax every time she had sex, far from it, and had still managed it this morning. But tonight. Holy shit. Tonight, Vera was railing her, and railing her hard. She felt so full, with so much sensation, that it was hard for her to do much more than lay back and take it. She was so turned on that she was moaning herself, and she'd never been that vocal during sex. All she knew was that she'd waited for years to feel this, and now that she had it, she was never giving it up. Vera herself was feeling similarly at that moment. Her cock felt so wonderful, and Kitty's pussy fit her like a glove. At that moment, she hardly thought about having a cock at all. It wasn't weird or strange or new. It just was. It was part of her, and part of Kitty, and part of the intimacy that they were sharing, and how could any of that be wrong when it felt like this? She kept pounding away, feeling her cock edge closer and closer to climax. She wanted it; needed it. She wanted to feel herself explode inside Kitty, wanted to feel Kitty's hips bucking against her as Kitty climaxed around Vera. She didn't have to wait long. They were both so turned on, so engrossed in the moment that they both climbed towards orgasm quickly. Vera felt it approaching first and yelled out "I'm COMING," while Kitty wrapped her legs around Vera's back and pulled her deep inside, moaning and twitching as her own climax struck her like an ocean storm. Kitty screamed and her pussy spasmed with Vera's cock, the two of them wrapped together in tight embrace as Vera shot load after load of cum deep inside Kitty. Vera collapsed on top of her friend, breasts pressed together and cock still inside, just holding on while Kitty's body shook, riding the last waves of her own climax. Vera tilted her head back and gave Kitty's neck a kiss, then laid her head back on Kitty's breasts. Kitty reached her arms up and held onto Vera, her legs still wrapped around Vera's ass, holding Vera's cock inside of her as if to never let go. "Kat..." mumbled Vera, feeling the softness of the breast against her face. "I know..." breathed Kitty, almost too winded to speak. "I know, V. Just stay here with me." Vera felt herself tearing up, emotionally drained and spent at the events of the past few days. She grabbed hold of Kitty fiercely, holding on as if her life depended on it. Perhaps it did. She whispered a word softly, feeling her golden hair across her face, and Kitty's breasts brushing against her lips. "Always." --------- Dawn broke Sunday morning and cascaded light through the open window into Vera's room. She stirred, cracking an eye against the light and attempting to wish it away. This did not work. She opened her eyes fully and looked next to her and saw Kitty, cuddled up and still holding onto Vera's arm. Vera smiled at this, thinking about their marathon sex session last night. They had gone three times, until Vera's muscles were so spent that she couldn't move an inch. That was when Kitty had taken over, introducing Vera to the joys of cowgirl from the other side. Vera smiled, remembering the feeling of Kitty bouncing up and down on her shaft, watching her breasts bounce all over the place. That had been something wonderful, indeed. When Kitty herself had grown too tired to continue on, she gave Vera another blowjob. What a fucking night that was. Almost worth dealing with this cock just to be able to do that. Thinking about the cock worried Vera. The binding contract with Kitty was certainly gone now, so she would no longer supernaturally crave this particular cock. What would that mean for the two of them? Vera knew that she could write it down and get Kitty to say the words again indefinitely, but she didn't want to alter her friend's mind that way. She wanted to be loved naturally. Well, as naturally as I can be. I guess my body isn't particularly natural right now. Vera reached over to caress Kitty's neck and shoulder, rubbing lightly along Kitty's soft skin. Her hand traced down along Kitty's arm, and dipped to find the softer-still skin of her waist. She traced her arm back and forth, following the hourglass curves of Kitty's hips, entranced at the sight. "Morning," Kitty said sleepily. Vera looked up and saw that Kitty's eyes were open, looking at her. Time to find out what today is going to be like. "Morning, Kat," Vera said nervously. "How are you feeling today?" Kitty smiled and reached over to pull Vera next to her, face to face. She leaned in and gave Vera a quick kiss. "I'm feeling like I had a lot of fun last night and I can't wait to do it again today." A wave of relief rushed over Vera, so suddenly and completely that she hadn't even realized how tense she'd been. She blinked back sudden tears, too happy for words. Her lips trembled and she buried her head against Kitty, holding on for all she was worth. "V, what's wrong?" asked Kitty quietly. Vera shook silently as Kitty held her. "There's nothing wrong," she whispered. "Everything just feels too right. Too amazing. I can barely believe it." "I know, V. I know." Kitty pulled her friend in for a hug. "I'm here and I'm not going anywhere." Vera hugged her back. "Are we dating?" Kitty moved back to look her friend in the eyes. "Do you want to be?" Vera nodded, slowly and emphatically. God yes, did she want that. Kitty grinned suddenly, a flash of her perfect teeth. "Good, because your morning wood is poking me again and I'm going to do something about it." Vera blinked, and then started laughing. You could never quite tell which direction Kitty was going to go at any given time, but that was half of the fun. She was never afraid to say what others might hold back. Kitty reached down and took hold of Vera's cock, guiding it to her own pussy. "And yes, Vera Tortelli. I want to be together." She moved slightly, spreading her legs to make room for Vera, and wiggled her hips down so Vera's cock could enter her slit. "I want to be together for a long time." --------- "Okay, girls, the two of you need to spill whatever is going on," said Samantha. The three of them were sharing a table at a local deli that Kitty favored, meeting for the lunch that Vera had arranged the day before. Samantha eyed them both, waiting. Vera looked at Kitty, who looked back at her. They both looked at Samantha. "Whatever do you mean, Sam?" "Oh, are we playing this game today? You," she pointed at Vera, "call me up yesterday to arrange some special night for Kitty. And you," she pointed at Kitty, "are glowing like you had a special night. So what gives?" Kitty smiled. "I did have a pretty special night. One that I wasn't expecting." "With Lily?" asked Samantha. "Lily? No, someone else. I haven't heard from Lily since we talked to her." "Someone else, someone else... I don't think I know any other options," Samantha pondered, curious. Kitty smiled wider. "I didn't know I had the option, either." Samantha's eyes widened, and she looked at Vera, and then Kitty, and then back to Vera. "Noooooo... You? The two of you?" Kitty leaned over to Vera and pulled her in for a kiss. "The two of us." Samantha was flabbergasted. "I thought Vera was... I mean, no offense Vera, our circle would have been all over you if we knew... But I didn't think you..." Vera blushed at the implied compliment. "I wasn't sure either. It can be hard to accept what you are when you've never thought of yourself that way." "Everyone here has been there, Vera. It's tough," Samantha replied knowingly. "So are the two of you...?" "Official, yes," replied Kitty. "We should grab a date for you and go out to celebrate this week sometime. Or next weekend if you'd rather have a wild night out." Samantha nodded. "I'm always up for a night out with the two of you. It's never boring." The three women chatted over lunch for another thirty minutes, talking mostly about Vera and Kitty. This would cause waves throughout their circle of friends, and Samantha was all too glad to get ahead of the early gossip, being an incorrigible gossip herself. Vera contented herself to listening, as Kitty was a better storyteller and a bit closer to Samantha anyway. She loved how animated Kitty became when she talked about their new relationship. As they finished their meal, Vera pulled out her card and handed it to Kitty. "Kat, I'll treat, do you mind paying for me? I need to grab something." Kitty nodded and headed up to the counter, and Vera turned to Samantha, eyeing her intently. Her insides twisted a little at this, but she knew that ultimately only she would pay a price. Nobody else would know at all. She hesitated again, but drew out the piece of paper she'd written on earlier. "Sam, would you read this out loud for me?" Samantha took the paper and glanced at it. "Vera needs legs like mine." Vera closed her eyes and paused, faltering for a moment. She almost turned away, but her resolve was too strong. "I do need legs like yours, Sam. I'm sorry." she whispered, as she felt the tingling return in the back of her mind. She couldn't watch much of this transformation happen, as it was cold out and they were both wearing long pants, but she could feel her legs stretching and grinding. Her shoes became just a little bit too tight, though still wearable. Her legs were clearly a little longer, because the bottom of her pants were just a little short for her now. Samantha handed the paper back to her, confused. "Why would you want legs like mine? Everyone knows you have amazing legs, Vera." Vera nodded, numbly. "I suppose I do, Sam. But I love yours, too. You're just the right size." "I don't have a problem with them, girl. But yours are amazing and you know it. This paper is silly, you should know how pretty you are. How else would you get a girl like that?" Samantha nodded over at Kitty. "I have no idea, Sam. I don't deserve her," Vera muttered. Samantha laughed. "Vera, nobody deserves Kitty. But the two of you will be great together." Vera excused herself to run to the bathroom for a minute. She hopped into a stall and slid her pants down, looking at her new legs. Samantha had always had gorgeous legs, for as long as Vera had known her, and now they sat on her, still the same. They were long and well toned, with nicely curved calves, and sexy thighs. They weren't too long for the rest of Vera's torso, which was nice. All in all, they were a significant upgrade, and Vera was beginning to feel rather attractive, if unworthy. She walked back out to the table where Kitty and Samantha were waiting. She gave Sam a tight hug before leaving with Kitty. "Thanks for everything, Sam. You've given me more than you'll ever know," she whispered in Samantha's ear. Lily was one thing. She already liked guys so she kept most of that, and she stood Kitty up. Rebecca was a bitch to me. This was just jealousy. Why am I being such a piece of shit? Tales of the Soul Vera's guilt did not last long. It was hard to feel that bad about her recent actions when walking along the street with Kitty on her arm. She knew, objectively, that she was making highly selfish decisions, but wasn't her happiness worth something? How about Kitty's newfound happiness? Especially when all of the other affected people had no idea what had happened and were just going about their lives as they always had before. Vera had grown up in poverty and danger, and it had left her with a burning desire to both improve herself and take care of herself first, and it was hard for her to feel terribly sorry for others. She'd taken the chance on using the scroll, after the old man had chosen her for whatever reason. She'd suffered its effects while learning how to use its power. Why shouldn't she be able to enjoy the power that she had? And if she didn't enjoy the power, then what was the point? The doubt never truly went away, but it did drift from the forefront of her thoughts into the deep recesses of her mind as the day continued. It was a beautiful day out, and the two of them took the subway up to central park for a walk through the fall foliage. They talked, laughed, and enjoyed the close intimacy that only exists in new relationships when the spark is still white hot. Every meandering turn was an excuse for a hug. A lapse in conversation was reason enough for a kiss. By the time they were ready to head home late in the afternoon, Vera wasn't worried about her guilt anymore. The past few days already seemed like the only way she could live, would ever want to live. Vera was living a dream - suddenly being attracted to the closest friend you have in the world. Kitty was enjoying the same thing in reverse - long memories of being attracted to a friend that didn't want you, when suddenly they did. Both felt like the luckiest girl in the world, and perhaps they were. The sun was setting by the time they reached the subway, and they boarded the first of two changeovers that would take them back home to Brooklyn. Sunday evening was never a particularly busy time, and there were plenty of seats available. Vera sat, and Kitty leaned into her, resting her head on Vera's shoulder. Vera leaned her head over, to rest against the top of Kitty's head. The two clasped hands and relaxed there, perfectly content to sit and hold each other. Vera wondered if she had ever been happier then she was at that moment. Neither spoke for the entire ride home as they were both somewhat overcome with the emotion of the moment. They reached home without incident after a wonderful day, standing in the entryway holding each other for several minutes. They were only interrupted by Vera's stomach grumbling. "I didn't realize how hungry you were," laughed Kitty, as the emotional spell was broken. "I did, but I didn't want to move," said Vera. "I know what you mean." Vera smiled at Kitty and leaned in for another kiss. Hungry as she was, she just couldn't bring herself to think about food. She just wanted to hold Kitty. Maybe she'd get enough sustenance from being happy. Kitty broke off the kiss and smiled down at Vera. "This has just been the best day. We still have hours to do other fun things..." She grabbed at Vera's cock... "And it's just still the most happy I've been in forever." Vera nodded, smiling. "I know exactly what you mean." Kitty smiled back. "If only you'd felt this way before when we met. We could have had two extra years." "Maybe. Two years ago I was a different person," Vera hedged, knowing that two years ago she wasn't into women. "Still..." Kitty persisted. "I wish I'd have tried earlier. Who knows what could have happened?" "I'll take us now, Kat." Vera laughed. "You can have past us." Vera leaned into another kiss just as the tingling started in her head. She leaned back, eyes wide and panicked, staring at Kitty, who stood there as if frozen. Vera noticed something moving in her peripheral vision and turned. She was stunned to see a chair wink out of existence. One second it was there, and the next second it was not. She heard a crash from the kitchen and saw fruit rolling across the countertop, with some on the floor. The bowl that had held them was gone. The bowl and the chair... Both were Kitty's things... Vera turned and ran up the stairs, dreading what she would find. She skipped her room and ran into the bathroom, where bottles of makeup and hair care products were popping out of existence in rapid-fire succession. Vera grabbed one of Kitty's nail polishes, only to have it fade away from her grasp. She spun and ran into Kitty's room, where larger objects suffered the same fate, fading out of existence one by one. Vera took in the scene, wide-eyed and horrified, unsure what she could do. Her thoughts turned quickly back to Kitty, still standing in the entryway. Vera turned and ran back down the stairs, sprinting to Kitty. She grabbed her tightly, crying, pleading for her to stay, but Kitty didn't respond. Another crash came from upstairs, and one more from the living room, and suddenly there was nothing for Vera's arms to hold onto. She stumbled forward, grasping at air, and spun, looking around wildly. Kitty was gone. Vera reached out to where she'd been standing, as if she could will Kitty back into existence, but nothing happened. She slumped to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. She sat there in the middle of the floor, surrounded by a half empty house and a fully empty heart, wondering what she could do to fix this. Kitty was gone. Where had she gone? Was she in the past? The present, but somewhere different? This last thought gave her pause and a brief hope. She dashed to her phone and dialed Kitty's number. "Hello?" answered an unfamiliar male voice. "Please, I need to speak to Catherine Nilsson," Vera stammered. Her heart pounded in her chest. There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment. "I'm sorry, you have the wrong number. I don't know any Catherine." Vera slumped back to the floor, feeling more lost than ever. She knew that prior to moving in with Vera, Kitty had lived in upstate New York, but Vera didn't know anything about her parents or where they lived. She didn't know where Kitty had gone. She didn't know what she'd done. She thought about the tingling and wasn't even sure what that fucking scroll had thought they were agreeing to. She brought her fingers to her lips, as if to feel the last kiss they'd shared, but there was no solace in the gesture, only loss. Vera was surprised to feel the tears falling on her leg. She hadn't even realized she was crying. She felt completely and utterly dead inside, as if the part of her capable of enjoying life had been ripped away. She sat on the floor for a long time, staring at nothing. Kitty is gone. What do I do now? --------- Vera was awakened Monday morning by the alarm on her phone. She'd sat around all night in a stupor, waiting for Kitty to call, to show up, to something. But something had never come, and eventually Vera sat on the couch. She thought of ways to contact Kitty, from her school's alumni directory to looking up her parents, town by town. That would take time, but she was sure that there couldn't be too many "Robert Nilssons" in the area. It was worth trying, at least. She also thought about putting out an ad for a roommate again. Kitty had found her through such an ad when they'd met years before. But that would only work if Kitty was still around at this time, and Vera's best guess was that she was in the past again, trying the previous three years again as she had requested. Vera looked at her calendar. She had a meeting with a prosecutor regarding Gregory Jefferson's case at eleven, and she sighed. That was not what she wanted to deal with today, but then she paused. Now at least I can try the scroll's power on my job... This is why I got it in the first place. She started jotting down notes and ideas for how to utilize it best. If she managed to salvage this case today, she'd save herself more than two weeks worth of work on his trial, and she could devote some of that time to hunting down Kitty's parents. Her other active cases were already heading to plea bargains, so she needed an iron-clad result for Gregory before she could plan out the rest of her week. --------- "Listen, Miss Tortelli, we both know the kid did it. I already offered you a better deal than he deserves. We're not going to cut him anything without jail time." Vera was sitting across from Pete Scarborough, one of the various assistant district attorneys in King's County. They had met a number of times over the past several years, usually to discuss plea bargains on lesser cases that neither wanted to be dealing with. She sighed. Pete wasn't a bad guy, but she just didn't want to be dealing with this at all today. Her heart was still aching, and she'd started crying randomly on the subway over here. She was glad that she hadn't put on much makeup before leaving. "Pete, my client wants to go to trial. You don't want a trial. I don't want a trial. It was spray painting. He doesn't have a record. Just let him go with the vandalism charge and give him community service and we're good." Now it was Pete's turn to sigh. "And trying to get into the evidence locker at the precinct?" "He was just going for a walk." "Miss Tortelli, neither you nor a jury are likely to believe that defense." "Nobody has to believe it if we go with vandalism." Pete frowned. "I'm sorry, Vera, but the boss isn't going to be happy if we comp to vandalism. The kid's on his way to worse than this and you know it. If I let him back out with no jail time and he robs a store, it'll be my ass." Vera knew that Pete was right. She'd as much told Gregory this during their meeting on Friday. There was no way Pete would bargain down to no jail time, so it was time to try a new tactic. Vera pulled out two pieces of paper. One listed out Pete's offer, and one listed out hers. She signed both. "Pete, here's our two offers. I've signed both copies. Here's my new deal: You sign them both, and then you can pick which one you want to keep." "That's a very strange bargaining tactic, Vera." "This way I can tell Gregory we almost got a new deal agreement, but it fell through at the last minute." Vera said, matter-of-factly. "I don't see why it matters." "Please, just humor me, Pete?" Vera gave him her best "please-help-me- I'm-a-poor-beautiful-woman" eyes. "It'll clear my conscience a bit when we go to trial and lose." "Aw, hell, Vera. Fine." Pete signed both documents, then slid his offer including jail time back to her. "I'll keep your offer to shred. You can take that one to Gregory." "Agreed. Except I think I'll keep the other offer and you can shred this one." Vera handed back the paper as the tingling started. Pete looked at her blankly for a minute. "I'm not sure what happened there, I must have grabbed the wrong sheet. He looked at the paper Vera had offered her. Yeah, I meant to shred this one." Vera nodded. "So I'll just take this signed plea back to Gregory for him to sign, right? No jail?" Pete looked confused for a minute, but then nodded. "That's how plea bargains work." "Thanks Pete. You're the best." Pete sat there, still looking confused. "Thank you?" he hazarded. Vera was already on her way out. She had another errand while she was in this part of town. --------- Vera stood across the street, staring at the heavy wooden door where her life had started to fall apart. The walk here had taken five minutes, and her mood had soured greatly since. She'd been so focused on talking to Pete that she hadn't been thinking about Kitty, but now that her job was done for the day, her depression had returned in full force. She thought about Kitty and this fucking old man that had tricked her into taking the scroll. He KNEW I would fuck my life up with this thing. She crossed the street, approaching the door, both angry and despondent. As she reached the door, a pretty mid-30s woman opened the door and jumped out of the way as she saw Vera's face. She held the door for Vera, who brushed past her without a word, and then the woman hurried on her way. Vera stormed right up to the counter, pointing her finger at the old man. "You. You are an asshole." The old man smiled at her. "Hello again, Miss Vera. You are right on time." Vera faltered for a moment. "Right on time? You knew...?" "I always know." "Right..." Vera paused. "Then you know why I'm here." "I do." "I want everything undone. I don't want this scroll. I don't want any of the trades. I want my life back." "Ahh," the old man sighed. "This does present a problem. You see, your agreement is indeed with the scroll and not with me, and I do not have the power to undo it even if I wanted to, which I do not." Vera stared at him. "You're lying." "I do not lie," he said reproachfully. Vera felt panic rise up in her. "So Kitty is gone to me...?" "I did not say that. Merely that I cannot undo your bargains, not remove the scroll from you." "God damnit, old man." Vera reached for the nearest dusty antique and hurled it against the nearest wall. "Can you help me or not?" His eyes twinkled. "I can. I will. However, you breaking my things is not going to lead to a happy resolution for you." Vera glared at him. She reached over and grabbed something that looked like a globe and smashed it against an antique table. Both items shattered, and the globe disintegrated into a puff of purple smoke which slightly burned Vera's hand as it settled on her. She waved her hand, attempting to remove the fog-like mist from around her, but only succeeded in attracting more of it to her arm. The burning began to hurt more, though her hand did not appear to be altered at all. The old man waved a hand and the purple smoke vanished. "As I said, I would refrain from doing that. You do not possess enough knowledge to successfully navigate my items." "Okay, okay, you made your point," Vera coughed. "I'll behave." The old man nodded once at her. He placed two business cards on the counter. Vera glanced at them and saw that each had an address on it. She looked up, questioningly. "You should visit both of these places. They will each help you on your journey in some way." "As easy as that?" she asked. "As easy as that. I want all of my customers to be happy, after all." He smiled. Vera hesitated. "The scroll... Should I feel guilty for using it as I have?" The old man eyed her for a moment. "Only you can answer that question, Miss Vera. Which of your bargains can you live with and which can you not? The only person that you need to answer to on this matter is yourself." "I can live with everything but Kitty. And maybe this," she said, patting herself in the groin and feeling the cock there." The old man smiled. "You might be surprised." Vera looked around the store. "Do you have anything interesting in here that I might like?" "More things than you could imagine. Resolve your current situation and come back to me another time." "Thank you," Vera nodded. "I might do that. Much later." She collected her two business cards and left the store. Interlude 3 Lily Stevens wasn't sad with her life, not really. She was an attractive redhead that got all the attention in the world from any guy she wanted. Her job was okay, and her social life was great. She made enough money. But still, she felt like there was something missing from it all. She'd realized it lately, when her dates had ended without that special spark she'd been looking for. She'd enjoyed the guys, and even slept with some of them. They were all attractive, and some were talented in bed as well. It felt good, but it just wasn't... quite all there. She'd made arrangements for another date tonight, and she was starting to not look forward to them. He'd pick her up, they'd go get dinner, if he was nice enough and attractive enough, she'd sleep with him, and, well... that was it. She knew she wouldn't care for a second date for some reason. There just wouldn't be a spark. But she was, above all, a positive and perky person, so she kept trying. Her doorbell rang, and she put on a good smile, ready to make another attempt. "Hey Lily. How are you tonight?" Her date smiled at her, slightly nervously. She felt a bit of a thrill run through her. He was incredibly good looking. That was a nice plus. She smiled back, and noticed him waver for a moment. Good, she was having an effect on him, too. "Hey Donny. I'm glad we were able to get together tonight." "Sure thing, babe. I've been looking forward to this. You look absolutely fantastic." Lily blushed. "You as well, I must say." "You ready?" "You bet I am. --------- Dinner had gone fantastically well, she thought. Donny was attractive, attentive, and he knew how to ride the line between talking just enough and paying attention to his date. She was truly looking forward to tonight as he brought her back to her apartment. "Donny... Would you like to come upstairs for some coffee?" He hesitated for a moment, and she winced. She was sure he wasn't into her. "Listen, babe. I'd love to come up, but I have a thing you should know about." "A thing?" she asked. He leaned in and whispered into her ear. Her eyes widened and she looked at him. "Are you serious?" Donny nodded at her. She paused, and then her mouth quirked upwards in a small smile. Maybe this was what was missing in her life. "How about you come upstairs, Donny?" His smile blossomed. "I'd love to, babe." Behind the Veil Vera stepped out from the old man's shop into the chill afternoon air and pulled her phone from her purse. She also took the two business cards out from her purse and looked at them closely. Each one listed an address, and neither one listed a name or any other hint as to what might be located there. She selected one and typed the address into her phone, calling for an uber to the location. She waited for a few minutes for a car to arrive, and hopped in, wondering just what she was heading towards. The uber headed north into Queens, arriving in a slightly rougher neighborhood than Vera lived in. She hopped out and looked around. It was still nothing like what she grew up in, of course, but it was just a bit more run down. Most of the buildings could use some work, either in terms of paint or updated windows. There were a couple broken windows, but not many. The house directly in front of her was fairly well maintained, however, and it was this house that she was concerned with. Vera walked forward to the door, double checking that it was the correct address from the business card. She took a deep breath, wondering just what was here that she was supposed to find. She knocked twice, and stood there, feeling somewhat foolish. She waited for a minute, and heard the deadbolt being thrown, and the door opened. Standing at the door was a fairly normal looking woman about the same age as Vera herself. She was slightly shorter than Vera, and plainer than Vera herself had been before she "upgraded" herself over the past few days. "Can I help you?" asked the woman. She eyed Vera up and down, plainly curious. "I hope so..." Vera paused. "I'm looking for... Catherine Nilsson. A friend gave me the address." The woman frowned, and her eyes narrowed. "For Catherine? What do you need from her?" Vera felt a surge of hope. "You know her? Is she here?" "I know her. What do you need?" "I..." Vera hesitated. "I just needed to speak to her about something. We... used to be friends." The woman studied Vera for another few seconds, then nodded. "Come in and wait here." Vera stepped into the entryway and tried to calm herself. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, and she looked around. It was a perfectly normal looking house, and she spied some of the things that had been inside her own place just yesterday. Kitty clearly lived here now. Why? How? The mystery woman came back from another room with someone else in tow. It was Kitty, just as she'd been two days ago. She looked brightly at Vera, with no sign of recognition in her face. "Kitty!" gasped Vera, who ran forward and gave her a hug. "Ummm... hello?" said a very thoroughly confused Kitty, who stood there with her arms pinned to her side. "Do I know you?" Vera pulled back slowly. "You don't remember?" Kitty slowly shook her head, then eyed Vera up and down. "You look slightly familiar, but I'm sure I would remember you." she said with a smile. Behind her, the nameless other woman frowned. "We... used to be friends. We left on strange terms... I'd hoped you would still remember..." Vera said haltingly. "I'm sorry, I really don't remember. Are you sure you have the right person?" Vera smiled, then gestured at Kitty. "You're rather hard to forget, Kat." Kitty frowned. "There's only a few people that call me Kat..." "This is going to be hard to explain. Can we go somewhere and talk for a bit? I promise you'll understand." Kitty hesitated, looking back at the other woman, who stood glaring at Vera. Then she turned back to Vera and shrugged. "Why not?" She smiled her incredible smile and Vera felt herself thrill a bit. "I'm always up for something weird." Kitty grabbed a coat from the closet next to the door and nodded outside. "There's a deli across the street that's decent. I could do with a sandwich." Vera followed her out the door, pausing at the street as they waited for a gap in the cars. They dashed across the street during a small gap and went into the deli. They waited in line for a minute silently, then stepped up to the counter to order. Vera looked at Kitty, and then back to the counter employee. "I'll have a cuban, with light mustard and double ham. And..." she looked sideways and eyed Kitty. "My friend will have a pastrami on rye with sauerkraut and onions." Kitty stared at her, eyes wide. "That... is spooky. How did you know?" "I told you, we were friends. It's a long story. I'll get the meal." Vera said, waving away Kitty's card. "Thank you," said Kitty numbly. "You have my full attention." They took their respective meals to a table by a window and sat down. Kitty began to eat, but Vera just sat there, watching Kitty. She hadn't changed at all from the past few days. She still had Vera's dark curls, and clearly hadn't regressed in age. What the hell deal did the scroll make? She doesn't remember me, but she didn't go back into the past, either... "Kat..." Vera said slowly. "This whole story is going to sound very strange." Kitty looked at her expectantly, then nodded. "Go ahead." "Let's get this out of the way just so you know that we knew each other. Your parents are Robert and Lauren Nilsson. You went to Rutgers and graduated three years ago. You're bi, but generally date women. You use, or I assume you still use, L'oreal hair conditioner and shampoo. You have a scar on the inside of your left knee from a knee surgery that ended your ballet dreams when you were twelve." Kitty's jaw had dropped steadily with each new piece of information, and she waved Vera off after the last. "You're either the world's creepiest stalker or we actually did know each other and I've forgotten for some reason." Vera nodded, then plunged ahead. "You're not going to believe this, but we sort of made an agreement with a magical object for you to go back in the past and try to date me three years ago so that we could have extra time together. We were dating a few days ago." "You're right, I don't believe it." Kitty laughed. "Is that seriously what you're going to go with?" Vera nodded. "Did you... perhaps meet me three years ago when you first came to the city?" Kitty paused, then looked at Vera again. "Actually, you do look familiar as I said. Maybe we went on a single date in the past? That still doesn't explain how much you know about me." Vera was quiet as realization came suddenly. She did go back, or at least remembers the past differently. She tried to get with me before I changed and I wasn't into women, so we never became friends or roommates. Just a failed date. She pulled out a piece of paper and wrote something on it. "What's that?" asked Kitty. "Would you please read it aloud?" said Vera. "And... please forgive me. I didn't mean for any of this to happen." She handed the paper across to Kitty. Kitty looked at it, then back up to Vera. "I want to know everything." Vera sighed, looking at her friend sadly. "I also want you to know everything," Vera whispered. The tingling began as Kitty sagged to the side against the window. Her arms flew to her head, as if in a sudden pain, and Vera saw her eyes squeeze shut against whatever was happening inside her head. She sat there for a few seconds, as the tension visibly drained from her. Her hands fell to her sides, and she sat back up, her eyes still closed. She was breathing heavily, as if she'd sprinted a few blocks. Slowly her eyes opened and she looked straight at Vera. "V..." Kitty said, eyes wide. "Kat?" Vera asked, hopefully. "V... you... I..." Kitty stumbled. "I remember it all. I remember it all." Vera quieted. "What do you remember?" Kitty grew animated. "I remember us. I remember living together. I remember... I remember what I looked like. Having blonde hair. I remember what you looked like. You... you're different. I'm different. V, what happened? I remember us dating, but I remember us... As other people." Vera closed her eyes. She reached down and picked up her briefcase. She unlocked it and removed the Scroll of Binding Contracts. "Vera. What is that?" "Kat, I ran into a magical shop on Friday and the owner gave me this. I know, magical shop, blah blah, but you can't explain what just happened to you so please just let me fully explain. Then you can say whatever you want." Kitty nodded, and sat back, waiting for Vera to continue. "This," Vera explained, "is the Scroll of Binding Contracts. It essentially let's me make an agreement with anybody and then whichever half of the deal I want goes to me." "Ugh. You lawyers. Give it to me in english," Kitty said. Vera frowned, and pulled out another piece of paper, jotting something down and handing it to Kitty. "Read this aloud." Kitty picked it up and read it. "I want Vera's cock and I want to remember why I have it." Vera smiled grimly. "I accept." With pleasure. This time Vera was prepared for the trade. She felt the pressure in her groin slowly dwindle until there was nothing at all, and only by moving her legs could she feel her slit spreading. That was much less strange than the opposite process, which Kitty was now undergoing. Hello, old friend. Kitty's eyes had bulged immediately, and her hands went straight to her crotch, where she was pushing at her pants, as if to try and hold the damn thing in. "Vera!" Kitty hissed. "What the fuck?" Vera nearly laughed. "That is exactly what I thought when I went through that process. Feels weird, right?" Kitty was still angrily whispering under her breath. "Vera, that had better not be what I think it is." Vera stood. "Come on, let's go to the bathroom for a minute." They both rose and went to the bathroom, and Vera locked it behind them. She turned to Kitty, who had already pulled down her yoga pants and underwear. There was the cock, and Vera immediately felt herself begin to get horny. It was a magnificent cock, afterall. Kitty was just staring downwards. "Vera! What the fuck! I have a dick! Your dick!" Vera did laugh this time. "Not my dick. Donny's dick." "Donny?!" Kitty said sharply as she looked up. "All those times that you and he..." Vera nodded. "That's right. It was his dick. We accidentally agreed to swap and I got stuck with it. I haven't had time to give it back yet, though he seems pretty happy with the pussy anyway." Kitty's eyes widened again. "You fucked me with Donny's dick?" "Well, it was my dick at the time... But I guess so? You did ask to know what it was like, so we were sort of bound by the magical contract at the time," Vera explained. "This is making my head hurt," Kitty replied. "Wait, fuck. Vera, make it stop getting hard!" "It's sort of impossible. You just have to deal with it." Vera eyed the cock hungrily as it rose to its full length. "Let's go, I'll write up another trade and spare you the mess." "Vera, wait..." Kitty said, eyeing her. "Does it feel as good as guys make it seem?" Vera nodded. Better in some ways. Kitty paused. "Would you return the favor then?" "You always were an adventurous slut when you wanted to be." Kitty grinned. "Is that a no?" Vera walked over to where her friend stood, and pushed her back against the wall. She reached down and grabbed hold of the cock, and began fondling the end, bringing it to full hardness. She reached further down and took hold of the base, kneeling down next to Kitty. She began to jerk her friend off, rubbing her hand along the shaft as hard as she could, running her delicate fingers over the entire length. Kitty leaned back into the wall, holding a hand over her mouth to avoid making noise. Her eyes were wide as she looked down at Vera, who was working her arm as hard as she could to allow Kitty to get the full experience. She thought about using her mouth, but decided that would make too much noise and she didn't want to get them thrown out of the deli. So she continued with her arm, working the engorged shaft as well as she could. It didn't take long until Kitty stiffened and she whimpered. Vera knew from personal experience that it was impossible to slow the damn thing down once it got going. Rather, it was possible, but it must be a skill that guys learned over time because Vera had certainly never figured it out. She looked up at Kitty, who was holding her breath, eyes closed. Vera leaned in, opening her mouth and putting the head inside, flicking her tongue against the sensitive underside of the shaft. This was all it took, as Kitty came hard inside her mouth, pulsing again and again. Vera took it all, enjoying the feeling. She'd sucked Donny's cock a number of times, and had never cared about the taste of cum at all. This was almost a refreshing callback to better times. She looked up and made eye contact with Kitty, who had her mouth hanging open. Finally the cock slackened and Vera licked the tip clean. "Holy shit," Kitty muttered. "It's like everything happens all at once. It's so inte--." "Intense, I know." Vera helped finish her sentence. "It's always like that. Sometimes it's too intense." "Whew. I can't imagine even more intense." Kitty said as she panted. "But I'm glad I tried that once." "Just once?" queried Vera innocently. "I'm okay with once," said Kitty. "We have some other things to talk about first." Vera winced, but nodded. They returned to their table, and Vera finally started to eat her sandwich. She handed Kitty another piece of paper. "Vera can have the cock back," read Kitty. "I suppose I'll take it," sighed Vera. The tingling began in her head and groin at the same time, and she relived the feeling of having something fuck her in reverse. It was just as strange as it was before, but now felt even more cramped inside her suit pants. Kitty sighed her own relief as pressure was abated, but then turned a serious eye on Vera. "So... why do I remember us looking differently? What all have you changed? I need to know, V." Vera looked down. "I'll tell you everything. Some of it was accidental. Please forgive me." Kitty nodded, then waited. Vera started her story by retelling the events of the first day. The man on the train with her shoes. Her accidental swap of hair with Kitty. Her swap with Donny. Kitty's own request to feel Donny's cock, which was then on Vera. "So it was all a mistake?" Kitty asked once she was done. "It started out as a series of accidents," said Vera. "But then..." Kitty's eyes widened, and she gestured at Vera's breasts, visibly bigger even through her suit. "Then you figured out how it worked?" Vera nodded, unable to reply. "So the next day... Tell me." "The next day I made some intentional changes," Vera mumbled. "You had told me the night before that we could be more if I wanted it, but I still wasn't into girls. The cock and our contract made me horny, but it wasn't me. So I set out to let us be happy." Kitty's eyes widened. "When you said you'd been coming around to women, you meant..." Vera nodded. "I exchanged sexual preferences with someone that liked girls." "And the breasts?" "That was a girl I met at Donny's when I went back to trade his cock back to him. She called me a flat chested bitch, and I took offense." Kitty paused. "Did you ask anyone about this? Or did you just take things you wanted?" Vera winced again. "I just took them. They never knew. The only reason you know now is I intentionally wrote it so you would. Otherwise, people only remember the new version." "Vera, that's pretty shitty," Kitty pointed out. "I know. I knew it then, too. I couldn't stop taking things," Vera whispered. "Was that it?" "No..." Vera whispered. "I traded legs with Samantha." "With Samantha?!" Kitty angrily whispered back. "Our friend, Samantha?" Vera nodded, and Kitty leaned back, stunned. "Vera, that's... what the fuck, Vera?" Vera shook her head. "I don't know." Kitty sat there for several minutes, clearly deep in thought. Vera almost said something several times, but didn't, worried she would upset Kitty even more. "Vera... I'm glad you were honest with me..." Kitty began haltingly. Vera nodded, hope rising within her. "But... I can't condone the things you did. You should have told everyone. You should have told me. You should have reversed things. You definitely shouldn't have just taken things other people had because you wanted them. I honestly can't even believe you did that." "I know," Vera whispered. "I'm sorry." "You don't have to apologize to me, V. It sounds like the hair was an accident, and I honestly like the dark curls. But Samantha? Donny? Whoever the girl was?" "Lily." "Lily? My Lily that I wanted to go out with?" "Yes." Kitty stood up suddenly. "Vera, I can't... I don't... What the fuck? How am I supposed to feel about this?" Vera hung her head. "Angry. Mad. Anything you want to. I deserve all of it." Kitty stared at her. "Vera... I don't think I can be with you after this. I'm just going to see the different parts of you and think about how they're different." Vera looked up at her. "Please, Kitty..." Kitty shook her head. "No. I can't do it, V. You need to go." "No, wait, Kitty, please... just..." But Kitty had already turned and left the deli. Vera watched her go through the window, watched as she crossed the street to her apartment and went inside. Vera's eyes filled with tears as she leaned down and rested her head on the table. For the second time in as many days, she felt like her heart had been ripped out of her chest. She felt empty, cold and alone. She felt like dying. Unshrouded Vera pulled herself together after fifteen minutes. Kitty did not return, and she could not bring herself to go knock on the door. She had the address if she needed it in the future. She felt completely dead inside, wondering what she could do, before remembering the second business card the old man had given her. She could use some supernatural help right about now, she reasoned. Vera pulled the card out and inspected it. It was only about seven blocks away, and she decided to walk it. As before, the walk helped take the edge off of things. The crisp air, the sounds of New York, the people. They were like a nice balm to her soul. So she walked, still hurting, still lost, but with the edge taken off. She reached her destination in fifteen minutes, and went to the door immediately. She went ahead and knocked - what more could be taken from her at this house? She had nothing left to be afraid of. The door opened immediately, and she saw a younger boy, maybe nineteen or twenty, standing there. "Hello?" he said, with a somewhat strangled voice. What the fuck? She thought to herself. "I was given this address by a friend. I thought maybe you could help me." The boy looked at her curiously, then shrugged. "Come on in, then." Vera followed the boy in, looking around. Another normal looking apartment, neither fancy nor decrepit. He led her to the kitchen and offered her a seat at a table. "Coffee?" "No, thanks," Vera said cautiously. The boy nodded. "So why are you here?" "I was looking for someone. Someone I lost, and I lost her again," Vera said, sadly. Again, the boy nodded solemnly. "I've been looking for someone, too." Vera's hope rose again, wondering just why the old man had sent her here. "Who are you looking for?" "Me," said the boy. "What?" "Myself. I've been looking for me. I...lost part of me in the fire," he said. He leaned to the right and pulled his shirt down slightly. That's when she saw the burn marks covering his shoulder. Her breath caught. "That looks quite painful." "It was. They go all the way down to my knee. Third degree burns all over. Just missed my face, which I guess was lucky." "All over?" she asked quietly. "All over," he agreed bitterly. "What's your name?" "It's Matt. You?" "Vera. Matt, what's been the worst part of what you've been going through? Maybe I'm actually here to help you." You crafty old wizard. "I don't know that anyone can help me. My legs don't work right, and... Well, other parts don't work quite right either," he said, now more angry than bitter. Vera pulled out a piece of paper, and then tore it in half. She wrote something on both halves, and handed them to Matt. "Matt, would you read both of these out loud?" She closed her eyes, waiting. A gift for you. Matt looked at the paper, then back at Vera, who still sat there with eyes shut. Haltingly, he read the first sheet. "I'd like everyone in this room and those affected by people in this room to get their legs back." Vera opened her eyes and looked at him. "I'd like that, too, Matt." She felt the tingling begin in her head and she once more felt the strange sensation of her legs altering slightly. It was more of a compressed feeling than before, which made sense as she was losing an inch or two of height. Matt, she saw, took no notice of his own changes which she could not see. He looked down and read the second sheet. "I'd like to trade genitals with you." Vera nodded, unable to speak at all. This apparently constituted agreement, because she felt the tingle and twisting that meant her cock had changed. She wondered how disfigured she was now, but at least someone else had something worthwhile. Matt stared at her blankly. "So... why were you here again? Are we hooking up?" Vera smiled weakly. "No, Matt, I think I had the wrong address. I was just leaving." "Shame," he said. "You're really quite beautiful." Vera smiled at him. "Don't worry. You'll do great with the ladies now." --------- Vera left the house and stood on the street for a moment. She sighed, and reached down to grab her phone. She looked up the number that Samantha had texted her for Lily Stevens the other day and dialed it up. "Hello?" "Lily Stevens?" "Yes, who is this?" "Lily, this is Vera. We met the other day when you hit your head outside the bagel shop." "Oh yeah! I didn't know you got my number, but, you know. Head injury! It's silly, because I thought your name was Erin for some reason. How's it going?" "It's going alright, Lily. I wanted to check in on how things were going with you?" asked Vera. "You know, Vera... things are going great with me. I met a guy last night and things just couldn't be better. My head's fine and life is going in the best possible way." "Oh?" asked Vera. "That's good to hear. Listen, would you like to get dinner sometime? You seemed like such a good person, and I'd like to get to know you better. I felt like we could be good friends." Erin was silent for a moment, then responded. "That would be great! You seemed like such a nice person, too! It'll have to wait a bit, though. I'm seeing Donny tonight and tomorrow both." Vera nearly choked. "Donny? Donny Simmons?" "Yeah! Wait, do you know him?" asked Lily. "We used to hang out," Vera allowed. "He's a good guy." "That's good to hear. He seems really into me, and he's the first guy that's just felt right to me in forever." I guess her bi orientation is still sort of intact. Donny's probably perfect for her with my slit intact. "That's great to hear, too," Vera said honestly. "Why don't I call you this weekend and we can plan something later?" "I'd love that! Talk to you later, Vera." Vera hung up the phone and sighed. She had two more calls to make, and she wasn't looking forward to them. She flipped over to Donny's number and dialed it up. "Hey babe! How's it going?" asked Donny. "Hey Donny. I hear it's going real well for you," Vera replied with a smile. "You know about Lily? Yeah, she's the best, Vera. I might actually go out with this one for a while," Donny said with a laugh. "A brand new you, Donny. Listen, I'll be quick. I need Rebecca's number." "Oh, no. That is not a good idea, Vera." "I just want to make amends. She left something for me and I wanted to give it back." There was silence for a minute as Donny thought this one over. Finally, he shrugged. "I'll text it to you, but you didn't get it from me." "Deal." She thumbed off the phone and waited for twenty seconds for him to text the number. It popped up on her phone, and she thumbed it, dialing before she could change her mind. "Hello?" "Rebecca? This is Vera, we met at Donny's the other day." "Vera, you fucking bitch. What did you do to Donny?" Rebecca yelled into the phone. Patience, thought Vera. "I didn't do anything to him. I left after we talked and you called me a 'flat chested bitch." "Well, he didn't have any interest in me after you left, so you probably fucked it up for me." I hate her so much, thought Vera. It should be easier to give people their stuff back. "I didn't say anything. Look, you left something and I have it, so I wanted to give it back. Do you want it or not?" asked Vera. "Fuck off, bitch. I don't even want to see you anymore. Just leave it with Donny, I'll get it from him later. After I take him back from you." Vera hung up on her. Well, three out of five happy will have to do. Guess I get to keep the boobs. Fuck you, Rebecca. Vera started walking back to the nearest subway. She had just enough time to make it to the Bronx yet tonight. --------- Vera walked through the door into Luigi's just after nine. She nodded to the host. "Is he in?" "Oh, hey, Vera, didn't know you were stopping by. Yeah, he's over there at the corner table. Been talking to them for twenty minutes, you know how it is." She smiled. She did indeed know how it was. She headed over to the corner and stopped, happy to listen in. "... my daughter Vera is a lawyer. I tell you, I arrived here from Italy as a young man. I worked my way up from nothing, and I had nothing when she was little. But here, she works her way up from nothing to lawyer! America, it is the best. They say you can do anything, and it is true, especially here in New York." Okay, it's a little more awkward when he's talking about me. Vera walked over the rest of the way, just far enough to enter her father's field of view. "Vera! Come here, we were just talking about you!" He pulled her over to the table. She smiled at the group sitting there. "Would you all mind if I borrowed my father for a minute? I have a question for him." They all nodded and Vera pulled Luigi away from the table. "Daddy, can we talk for a minute?" "Anything for my little girl." He led her off fifteen feet or so to an empty booth, and they sat together. "So what is this about?" "Daddy..." she said haltingly. "How did you and Mom survive the hard times?" Luigi sat back, and looked at his daughter. She was his only child, and his pride and joy. He would sooner cut off his hand, or give away his restaurant, then to see her hurting. "I think there is a reason for this question, yes?" Vera nodded. "Daddy, I messed things up with someone special." "I see. And you wanted to know how your mother and I made it through such times?" Vera nodded again. "Vera... you must know that the most important thing in a relationship is forgiveness. There will be times that you each make a mistake. Sometimes a big mistake. But for a relationship to work, there must be understanding, and there must be forgiveness. My Angela was an angel. She was always ready to forgive when things came up. I was less good at this, but Angela, she never made the mistakes I made." "I definitely made a big mistake," whispered Vera. "I was not forgiven." Luigi was silent for a moment. "All that you can do is ask forgiveness, and give it time. Anybody of worth, they will see that you are worth the effort. We all make mistakes, Vera. Don't let it bring you down. You are young, you are beautiful, and you are talented. Work to be better. Be better." "I am trying, daddy... To make amends. But it still hurts," Vera said quietly. "Yes, it can hurt. It will hurt. But you," he reached across the table and lifted her chin up, "You are strong. You have always been strong. You will be alright. All that you can do is wait, and give it time. Give it another week and then go talk to this special person again, with a clear head and open heart." Vera nodded. "Thank you, daddy. I just needed to talk to you. You always make it better." Luigi smiled as his daughter. "What am I good for, if not to spoil my little girl? Now come. What will you have tonight? They are surely not feeding you my lasagna in brooklyn!" Vera grinned back at him. "You know there's no other italian for me." Luigi laughed loudly. "One lasagna for my Vera. It alone can cure your heart." Vera nodded. Her father was correct. There was something to eating at her father's restaurant that soothed her soul. It tasted like home cooked food to her, as she had been eating Luigi's cooking her entire life. Only time. I have to give it time. And lasagna. Time and lasagna to heal a broken heart. --------- Vera reached her home at just before midnight. She was still stricken deep inside, but dinner at her father's always made things better. She entered the house and went to the couch, slumping down into it. She leaned back and rested her head against the soft leather, holding her hands to her eyes. "What a night." She heard movement behind her, and jumped to her feet, ready to throw a pillow at whomever was there. "I don't like what you've done with the place. It's pretty empty." "Kitty?" Kitty gave a half smile. "I know where you keep the spare key." Vera licked her lips. "What are you doing here?" Kitty handed her a piece of paper. "It's your turn to read this." Vera glanced at the note, and read it aloud. "I want Kitty to know what I did today and why." Kitty waited a moment, then said quietly, "I also wish to know. I need to know." Vera felt the familiar tingle happen in her mind and she watched Kitty's eyes scrunch up again. Apparently knowledge transfer was just painful. "I had to know if you truly regretted it. I had to know you would choose to make amends on your own..." Kitty whispered. "Kitty?" Vera asked. "Why did you need to know?" Kitty walked across the room to stand next to Vera. "I had to know because I still care about you, and still need you, and I don't want to give this up yet." As if a great weight had been removed from her, Vera nearly collapsed against her friend, as she grabbed her and pulled her in for a tight hug. Her eyes blinked against sudden tears and she pressed her head against Kitty's chest. She looked up at Kitty. "Are you sure?" Kitty gave another small smile. "V, I've been into you for years. If you think I didn't know you could be a little selfish, well... You're not perfect. I'm not. Nobody is. But I wanted to know if you could handle regret. If you'd give things back when you had nothing to gain. I wanted to know why." "Does this mean...?" Vera asked quietly. "Always, V. It means always." In the back of her mind, Vera felt something break, as if a string had finally snapped under strain. She released Kitty and grabbed her briefcase, opening it. She pulled out the contract and looked - her name was flaring again, turning red and orange, then a blinding white. Almost as soon as it started, it stopped, and her name faded from the document. They both stared at it, stunned. "Kat, I sort of made things not work for us earlier," Vera stammered, remembering her actions from earlier. "I sort of gave something away. I can't fix it without the contract." Kitty tapped her head. "I know everything you did and why, remember? But I think I've got this." She reached over with her pen and signed her own name to the contract. Vera watched, numbly, as Catherine Nilsson was added to the list. "Kat... you know how dangerous that is. Why would you sign it?" Kitty smiled at her. "Oh, Vera. Your problem was that you always wanted too much. You always wanted to change who you were and have things that you shouldn't have. As soon as you got what you were meant to have, your name faded." Vera stared back at her. "And you think you can do better?" Kitty grinned. "Of course. I know exactly what I want this thing for." "What are you going to use it for, then?" Kitty's grin turned positively wicked. "We are going to use it to have awesome sex." Vera's mouth opened and shut. She looked at Kitty, then back to the scroll. "For... sex?" Kitty wrote down something on a piece of paper, and handed it to Vera. Vera read it, and her eyes bulged. "Are you fucking serious, Kat?" "Don't be such a prude, V. You're going to love it." Vera shook her head. "You are such a slut, sometimes." "Read it, girl." Vera paused, looking at the paper. She gulped, then continued. "I want to have a monster cock again." She looked at Kitty. Kitty grinned. "And I want whichever one of doesn't have the cock to be able to trade genitals with the other person whenever they want. Ohhh, that tingle feels weird." Vera yelped as she felt her groin growing for a third time. She pulled her pants down, and was just in time to watch her shaft grow back out of her again. It was, if anything, bigger than Donny's cock. "Really? That was what you wanted? You are ridiculous!" Vera shouted at Kitty. "What I really wanted was you. This just makes things a bit more compatible. You get to swap off cock duty, too, I might add. I could have just left you like this." Kitty smiled. "But it's okay. I want to fuck you, too." Vera felt herself begin to harden, and she looked down at her cock. "I think it's awake." "Good. I've missed this." Kitty reached down and rested a hand on Vera's shaft, rubbing softly. She grabbed Vera's hand and pulled her over to the couch. She stopped and stripped, pulling her top over her head and giving Vera a wonderful view of her breasts. She pulled her yoga pants down, and walked back to Vera, helping Vera out of her clothes. Kitty grabbed one of Vera's breasts and hefted it. "This is a nice improvement," she said, smiling. "The one thing I didn't give back," Vera said. "I don't blame you, she was a bitch." Vera reached down and rubbed her finger along Kitty's slit. It was already wet, and she stuck a finger inside, feeling up towards her clit. Kitty's moan was all she needed to know that things were progressing nicely. She gently pushed Kitty down onto the couch, and climbed on near her feet. Vera looked down at Kitty's pussy and her cock hardened painfully. This was the first time that she'd ever actually been attracted to one. She'd wanted to fuck Kitty with their bargain, and Donny's cock had been perpetually horny, but now she wanted to fuck Kitty for herself. It was a wholly new feeling, wanting to feel, touch, and taste her pussy. She leaned down and tentatively licked at the entrance. There was a bit of a taste, but nothing bad. She stuck her tongue in deeper, loving the feeling of Kitty's slit squeezing her, pushing against her. She was rewarded with Kitty's moans, and she moved up to suck on Kitty's clit. Kitty was very vocal, and Vera was incredibly horny. She kept licking at Kitty's clit, and she reached down and began to rub herself, relishing the feelings. "Ugh, V. I gave you a monster cock and now you're teasing me. FUCK ME ALREADY!" Kitty yelled. Vera smiled. "Actually... I think it's your turn to try." She concentrated hard on Kitty having a cock instead of her and was rewarded with the almost-familiar feeling of her cock pulling back inside of herself. This was far less awkward then the reverse, and mostly just felt like she was spreading her legs, and feeling herself open more. Kitty, however... "Vera, what the fuck!" Kitty yelled. She was propped up on her elbows, leaning forward to watch what was happening in her groin. Vera was also transfixed, watching as a cock emerged from inside of Kitty's wet pussy. It pushed its way out, spreading her labia as it came out. Interestingly, it was coming out erect, unlike every previous time Vera had seen this transformation. Vera knew what Kitty was going through at this point: that impossible to comprehend feeling of being fucked from the inside. The cock took twenty seconds to fully emerge, and it stood there fully hard. It was absurdly large, and Vera wondered if it might actually be too large for her. Kitty groaned, incredibly frustrated. "I was so turned on, V. I wanted this inside me!" Vera laughed. "I know, I can feel how wet I am. Besides, didn't you want to try everything?" Kitty eyed her, then broke into a smile. "I did say that. And I haven't gotten to try this yet. Does this mean you want me inside you?" Vera leaned back, spreading her own legs, offering herself up to her lover. "I thought you'd never ask." Kitty turned around and crawled her way over Vera, and positioned her new cock at the entrance to Vera's slit. She rubbed the head against Vera's pussy and leaned forward, pushing it in. Vera's eyes widened and she threw her head back. "Holy fuck, that feels so big, Kat." "I was just thinking that you feel so tight, V." "Dear God, you're going to split me open. We might actually need lube for this," said Vera. Kitty didn't reply, but did shove her cock further inside Vera, who was holding on for all she was worth. She felt completely, totally, wonderfully full. She'd never had anything like this inside her, and knew that she couldn't ever have anything more. She did her best to squeeze around it, trying to enhance Kitty's experience as much as she could, but it was honestly so big that she could not squeeze anymore. For her part, Kitty was just trying not to get off, with all the control of a virgin teenager encountering his first vagina. She pushed in and out a few times, amazed at how great it felt. This was so much better than Vera's hand had felt earlier. Miles better. Light years better. All she wanted to do was fuck Vera harder. Unfortunately, she wasn't used to any of this. She made it barely two minutes before she realized that she was about to cum. "Vera... I think I'm coming." "What?" Vera shrieked. "Already? I'm not ready!" Kitty's only response was to cum, spurting jets of semen into her friend. Her eyes rolled back at the feeling, the intensity of a cock ejaculating while being held by a pussy. It felt like heaven. She collapsed on top of Vera, breasts pushed together and her head resting on Vera's shoulder. Her cock was still twitching, still shoved inside of Vera. "Oh my God," moaned Kitty. Vera let out a half-hearted, frustrated sigh. "That was a little fast, Kat. We've got to work on that control." Kitty giggled against her chest. "I know, I'm sorry. That was my first time. You did a lot better." Vera giggled in response, running her hand through Kitty's dark hair. "That's ok. We've got all the time in the world to practice, my dearest Kat." Kitty looked up at her and smiled. "Yes we do, my lovely Vera. This is everything that I want." Vera grinned. "This and maybe we should get your stuff back." Kitty smiled. "And my stuff back. But for now, just hold me." Epilogue The man on the train exited, carrying his pumps with him. He'd enjoyed letting Vera try on his shoes, and quite enjoyed how her legs looked while she was wearing them. Yes, sir, that Vera was a hottie. He'd been wooing her for a year now, with the quiet charm that women eventually fell for. He'd get her to agree to dinner with him someday. It was only a matter of time. Visions of her wearing his shoes would accompany his dreams for weeks, he knew. He walked over to a bench to put his shoes back on. He leaned down and shoved the first one on, and then the second. They felt weirdly tight today, for some reason. Very strange - he didn't remember them being tight earlier. Maybe it was just his mind playing tricks, since they looked like they fit Vera so well. Still, he got them on and managed to close the clasp. His toes stuck out slightly and his heals were a little over the lip in the back, but they were on. He turned his leg sideways to look at his foot. They would do, he decided. Still looked better on Vera, but everything would. He stood up and half walked, half hobbled his way up the stairs. His knees were going every which way, and his feet hurt within a few seconds, but that was the price of wearing sexy shoes. People all around him were turning and staring at him, but he enjoyed that. They were probably all enjoying how great his shoes looked. He smiled back at all of the people around him, but nobody returned it. Strange. He made it out of the subway and headed back to his house. Yes, indeed, it was a lovely day outside. He started whistling, and wobble-walked his way back home. He wondered what Vera was doing at the moment. Hopefully thinking about how great his taste in shoes were. She'd come around for him, he knew. It was all just a matter of time.