By Maryann

This story is intended for the entertainment of adults only.  Do not read if you
are under 18 or if reading this would involve anyone in an illegal act, please
stop reading immediately.

Copyright (C) 1998 by Maryann. All rights reserved. Permission is hereby
granted for non-commercial use of this complete and unaltered text .

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 It was the biggest show of the fashion industry in New York. Every
model that could still strut was walking the runway that night. Beautiful
young men and women displayed the latest creations from the top  designers.

 One spectacular young woman had the crowd on edge. They had
never seen clothing portrayed with such glorious feminine style. Sexy
movements accented the silky smooth transparent fabrics. It was obvious
that this model was something special. Her gait was measured as she
carefully stepped toe to heel in her extra high heel shoes. A long mane of
brown hair framed the tantalizing feminine face of a young goddess. Her
body exemplified the perfect union of uplifted breasts and curvy accented
features. The long legs bespoke of every man's fantasy as they joined to  the
thinly veiled juncture of pleasure.

    For just a moment, the young model stopped and gazed at the  crowd
in fear. Then, she caught her composure and finished the walkway  in
thunderous applause.  The appreciation was more for her looks than the
garments she was wearing.

       This would be the last runway walk. Soon she would be trading  one
catwalk for another. She started to remember.........

  Roger Stevens could not believe his luck when he graduated from
high school from an average midwestern small city town. His family could
not afford to send him to college and did not have a job for him, unlike  some
farmer families nearby.  It was off to the unemployment center and  hoping
for the best.

    Rogers luck was the fact that a movie company had set up next to  the
county courthouse. They were filming an opening scene for a  suspenseful
lawyer drama.

 It was a wardrobe director that caught sight of a perfect young male
waiting in line at the courthouse. The movie set was in need of a  background
character that brought attention to the action. They needed  pretty fluff in the
background.

 The producer was contacted and the legal crew pounced on Roger
before he knew what was happening.

 "Would you be interested in some quick money to walk around this
movie set?" someone shouted in his face. "Can you be here by 6 am
tomorrow?" " Can you sign this release now?".  It was almost too much to
believe that his natural masculine good looks would set his career from  that
moment on.  Roger was noticed. The movie was a dud, but the  reviewer
commented on the 'Great looking male character in the  background'!

 Thus, it started Rogers's career in front of the camera. His tall, dark
good looking male looks launched him from selling soap on TV  commercials
to occasional 'Strip O Grams' when money got very tight.  Women loved
him and wanted him. It was almost too easy. He got a  callous disregard for
true feelings. He relished the chase, but got scared  about the commitment.

 The years went by and Roger made a very good living selling his
good looks and natural male charm.  Roger was always envious of the  yearly
new crop of female models. They came from everywhere! There  was a
constant parade of new, young and gorgeous female bodies fighting  to get a
start in the fashion industry. Not that it was bad. But, the women  got more
attention, better designs and more money than he ever did. He  wished he
could break out from the mundane denim and leather that most  designers
wanted to drape on his body.

 "I wish for once that people would notice me more than the women
prancing about the stage" he commented to himself.

 It was then that he noticed Anne.

 Anne was cut from the perfect feminine mold. She had the perfect
aspect ratio of breasts to waist to hips that subconsciously brought men's
cocks to attention. He could not take his eyes off her. She was no more  than
24 years old.  Roger was approaching his mid thirties. He wondered if  she
would respond to the ten-year difference in age?

 It was a quick and successful romance. Anne had childlike attitudes
to this dreadful industry. She had not yet been spoiled and betrayed by the
sharks better known as 'Agents'. Her natural talent and good looks would
take her to supermodel status. Everyone around her knew that and wanted  to
join her on the ride up to stardom. No one wanted to fall off the gravy  train
at this time. Besides, Anne had an inner goodness that rubbed off on
everyone.

 "This romance is much more rewarding than my recent affair with
Jennifer!" Roger thought to himself as he scowled.

 "Ah Jennifer!"  Roger said out loud as his mind imagined her  perfect
body.  She was the new fashion model of the nineties! Totally  opposite from
the 'waif look' of the eighties years. She had vivacious  movements that
moved in youthful assertive feminine precision. Her  entrance into a room
commanded instant male attention.  Her beauty and  style made it known that
she had a long and wonderful career in the  fashion enterprise

 Jennifer lived with her sister Amy. They shared a modest apartment
not  too far from Central Park in New York. Amy was also blessed with
good  looks but opted for the Wall Street route to riches. Amy soon bumped
into  the glass ceiling of stock traders that believed that women could never
do  as good as men. Amy and Jennifer often discussed their plight as
beautiful women trapped  in a man's world.

 Jennifer currently despised men but realized that she could not live
without  them. She found herself in an endless cycle of ovulated driven
hormonal  lust in search of sexual encounters to find the perfect man. She
knew that  man existed, but she could never find to perfect combination of
brains and  brawn. She thought that she found the perfect specimen when she
met Roger.  She  had given him her heart only to have it broken by finding
him in bed with  one of the touring female models. She broke it up
immediately and vowed  to spend more time on her career. Jennifer even
stopped taking presents  from a persistent admirer- John Dawson. "He was
nice enough." she  thought. "Just that he is fifty, fat and balding! I would
have to be out of  my  mind to go out with him!"

  Roger was delighted to be invited to join the crew to a fashion  shoot
at an old castle in Ireland. Then he heard the bad news. The  contributing
magazine decided that they wanted a woman-only photo  session with the cast
outfitted in saucy period costumes. Roger would go  only as creative support
and pitch-in labor.

 The worst news was that his current love- Anne, had to stay back in
New York for a prior commitment. "And wouldn't you know it, " he
muttered, " Miss Sour Grapes- Jennifer! was to be the featured model."  He
knew it would be a very long trip, mostly avoiding her acid glances.

 It was going on very boringly until he met Colleen. She was shy  and
beautiful. Roger could not resist turning on the charm. He convinced  this
twenty-year-old lass to meet him at a banned portion of the castle  undergoing
construction. His lecherous side was awakening.

 Roger wound his way through the dark and dangerous dungeon
passageways. "Damn!" he shouted to no one, "Why did I have to arrange a
meeting in this creepy maze?", " It looks like I am lost".

 Sure enough, his flashlight showed his footsteps retracing
themselves over and over again.

 Roger leaned against one of the slimy walls in consternation.

 Suddenly, age-old mortar and brick crashed in smothering dust. He
looked through the new opening to an amazing sight.

 A withered old skeleton laid on a stone surface partially cloaked in
rotting fabric. A rat rustled off in the corner of the room.

 The room had not been touched in ages. He found it strange that  the
thieves had not found this room long ago.

 Fine goblets and jeweled encrusted adornments lay scattered  around
the room. He inspected the bony remains and noticed something  that still
looked brand new after he blew off the dust. Decayed bony  fingers still
clutched the object in immortal protection.

 It was a book! But oh so much more than that! It was a magnificent
crafted leather-bound book with strange three-dimensional dragons
emblazoned upon the front cover. Tiny precious gems refracted the dim  light
where the dragon's eyes were located.

 Roger opened the book and swore he felt a chill go down his spine  as
he spied the foreign lettering and pictures. He couldn't be sure, but it
appeared to be ancient Gaelic writings and symbols.

 The first page showed a picture of an old wizard holding the book
and a phrase - Roger mouthed the words and laughed at the sounds. He
couldn't quite get the pronunciation right. He even penciled in  pronunciation
hints beside the paragraph.

 He tried again while imagining himself as the old Wizard.

 Suddenly, the words twisted on the page and became readable
English words. Roger almost dropped the book because he was not sure if
the words changed or his brain suddenly could interpret the lost language?

 Before he could read any more, he heard a sound far off. "Hello
Roger!, Can you hear me?" Shouted by Colleen trying to find him.

 Roger walked out into the corridor and stashed the book under his
shirt. Just as he walked out of that old section, he heard a rumbling and
crashing of tons of foundation crashing down. The former room that he
occupied was now buried under tons of rubble!

 Colleen appeared and shouted, "We have to get out of here NOW!"

 They managed to get back to their rooms and swore silence about  the
events. The next day a construction crew arrived and shook their heads  in
amazement about the destruction in the lower chambers. The project of
renewing the dungeon for tourist visits would have to be cancelled until
another investor could be found.

 Roger never looked at the book closely until he arrived back at his
apartment in New York.

 The book was the rumored spell book of the castle's ancient
magician. The story went roughly like this.

 The palace magician was a terrible man that terrorized the local
peasants  with stories of demonic possession and strange activities. The
legend tells  of a countess entering the court and arguing with the wizard
about  succession to the throne. She was in mortal danger of the wizard
taking her  life when a struggle ensued. The wizard was holding the spell
book and  chanting syllables destined to take over her body. The countess
realized  what was going on and grabbed the book at the same time. Myth
tells of a  soul exchange.

 The wizard dramatically changed his ways and was a beneficial ally to
the  country. Many think he died in his sleep one night after years of kindness
to many people. His body was never found. The countess was judged raving
mad and put away in the dungeons never  to be seen again.

 The book was assumed lost forever due to it's misuse.

 Roger determined from the book that the magic was a one-of-a kind
substance extracted from the nether regions of a very old volcano. The  stone
was crushed and mixed into the actual ingredients of the paper and  leather
composing the book.

 More importantly, he indeed found many spells of compulsion,
possession  and transference.

  Roger studied the book and found the spell of possession. It was a
simple chant that required only two things. The first was to hold a sample  of
the person's hair and the second was to be touching the book at the same
time.  The scrip noted that the host would not be aware of the possession  and
that the spellcaster's body would lay in a coma devoid of soul. Too  long in
another's body would result in death of the first body.  A better  long time
possession would be the exchange spell, the book commented.

  Roger thought about it and laughed at the thought of becoming the
agency director and appointing Roger to all the best shows. But, he did not
have any hair of the director.

 He looked around the apartment and noticed a female's sweater that
had fallen off the hanger in his closet. "Yes! By God!", he said. "This is  the
sweater of my former girlfriend- Jennifer." An image formed in his  head
about how sexy her per breasts looked in that cashmere turtle neck.  Closer
examination produced a few tiny long strands of hair for his first  experiment.
He could even smell her sweet perfume of the night she wore  it.

 Roger prepared himself on the bed so that his body would be
comfortable.  He picked a night hour thinking that Jennifer would be  asleep
in her bedroom.

 The chant was ridiculously simple. He figured that the real magic
was the book.  Holding the hair and saying the words, Roger lost
consciousness and opened his new eyelids and smiled. He had done it!

 He turned on the nightstand light and gasped as he looked down on
two perfect melon shaped mammaries. Roger had seen many breasts in his
time, but never from this viewpoint! Jennifer had gone to bed in a super
silky pajama top. It was like a feather tickling the ends of his sensitive
nipples as he sat up. He also thought it curious that Jennifer was  completely
nude otherwise. He never paid too much attention to her  bedtime habits since
he just usually fell asleep after making love to her.

 He quietly got up from bed and marveled at the lightness of her  frame
and how cold the apartment felt. His titties bounced in synchronized  rhythm
as he walked to the bedroom mirror. He stood stunned while  staring at his
image. Part of his male perception was screaming in denial.  But, the part that
consisted of his female self admired the soft, arousing  details that formed the
features of a good-looking female face. The head  still looked great with
disheveled night hair framing that perfect face.  Pouty lips, straight teeth,
high cheekbones all meshed to that exotic  combination that made Jennifer so
famous on the fashion circuit.

 He could not resist touching the new body. He felt along the back  of
his ass and traced his new contours with his tiny manicured feminine  hand.
He held his breasts with each hand and posed in front of the mirror  in a
suggestive angle. They felt warm and firm at the same time.

 Roger had fun trying out the erogenous zones.

 His voice even had the same inflection that Jennifer always had. He
assumed that the memories embedded in the brain took dominance over  the
body's involuntary functions.

 Roger walked around the bedroom and studied all the feminine
things. He looked into his purse and almost felt guilty when he found
perfume, makeup and tampons. Then he remembered that it belonged to  him
now! Rummaging through the dresser he found many soft and  delightfully
feminine unmentionables. All of a sudden he hit the jackpot!  Wrapped in a
beautiful blue silk scarf was the latest in vibrators. Rogers  thought to
himself, "Maybe Jennifer missed me more than I thought?"   Although it
looked tempting, he had too much to do and very little time.

 The closet was filled with an array of garments. All female, and all
designed to accent Jennifer's perfect figure.  Roger's new heart beat faster  as
he pulled out a few combinations.  He was always envious of the female
dressing rooms at the large fashion shows. They always got the better
clothes to show off.

 He carefully pulled out a devastating black cocktail dress. In one of
the drawers, he found expensive matching undergarments meant to go with
this dress. He pulled black French silk hose up his shapely legs in slow
sensuous purpose. Then, he attached the hose to delicate garter draped
around his sexy waist. A pair of tiny panties were pulled up over his
sensitive pussy .

 A low cut black bra was selected that allowed the nipples to
suggestively poke through the flimsy garment. It also had the amazing  ability
to uplift and portray extra cleavage.

 Roger brushed his hair and stepped into a pair of four inch black
pumps. The tiny feet fit perfectly and he turned and looked at the back of  his
legs in wonder. The heels had a definite effect of giving shape to the  legs and
tilting the hips and ass in a suggestive poise.

  He walked around the room as if showing off a new designer piece
on the catwalk. Again the brain took over the process of walking in grace
with high heels. The dress swirled around his feminine thighs and  suggested
naughty glimpses of high cut panties.

 He thought he would try on an evening gown with accented  jewelry.
But first, he felt a pressing need to relieve his tiny bladder. "Ha,  this should
be interesting?" He thought.

 Roger walked down the hallway and slipped quietly into the
bathroom. He pulled his expensive dress up to his waist and pulled his
panties down to his ankles. He sat down and smiled as he looked down at
his shapely knees and his high-heeled shoes. The absence of the male
appendage gave strength to the belief that he was not dreaming about this.
Relieving himself felt much different than as a man. It was more like an
enjoyable "tinkle" sound rather than the forceful jet of fluids bouncing
around the toilet bowl.

 Turning off the light and opening the door revealed his surprised
sister going for the bathroom.

 "Jennifer?" Amy said in amazement. "Why are dressed like that in  the
middle of the night?"  Roger thought that he had been caught and  desperately
wanted to run out of there. Instead he calmly said with  Jennifer's perfect
high feminine voice. "Oh, Hi Amy!  I couldn't sleep. It  thought I would try
on one of my designer outfits for the upcoming show!"

 "Hey sister!" Amy said in a scolding tone. " You have to get your
beauty sleep in order to look great for your job. Back to bed!"

 They both laughed and went to their bedrooms.  Roger let out a  long
breath. "She did not suspect!" he thought. "This disguise is perfect!"  "Wait,
this is not a disguise, this is the real thing!"

 Roger regretfully took off all the clothes and slipped back into the
original bedclothes. Almost three hours had passed and he probably should
get back to his original body. Before he got into bed, he searched Jennifer's
purse and pulled out her MasterCard. "She will never miss it!" Roger then
called Western Union and transferred $1,000 from her bank account to his
secret Postal Box used for anonymous job replies. And he used this box to
advertise for a variety of commercial purposes that never seemed to make
any money. It was ever so easy to have her social security number and
Drivers license handy in the purse.

 Roger chanted the return verse and was instantly deposited back to
his male form.

 Roger could not think of anything else the next day at work. It had
been so exhilarating being Jennifer last night. Roger looked at Jennifer and
noticed that it looked like she had not slept the whole night.

 Anne also noticed that Jennifer seemed to be troubled. She took her
aside and tried to console her. They were best friends even though Jennifer
could not understand what Anne saw in her former jerk of a ex-boyfriend.

 Roger noticed that Jennifer and Anne together and wondered what  it
would be like to get them both at the same time. His cock got harder just
thinking about it.

 Roger decided that he really wanted to experience a few more
sensations as a woman does. But, it would take more than just one night of
stolen moments. He started planning for the takeover.

 He studied the exchange spell and found it to be much like the
possession spell. Both bodies would survive as long as a soul occupied the
flesh. It could be done at long distances or not. Long distances would also
need a hair sample. If the subject were close, just both bodies touching the
magic book would work as well. He thought that it probably would not do  to
have Jennifer suddenly wake up clutching the magic book!

 Roger also took note of the compulsion spells. The wording was
extremely important because of the immense consequences if stated  vaguely.
The magician noted in his sidebar notes a backlash of magical  energy if
stated wrongly. One could even put a spell on yourself. A  counterspell could
be used with care to neutralize the first one. It was  curious that the
counterspell could only be effective by the person casting  the first spell.

 The next week, Roger called up the paging company and asked that
Jennifer get an Alpha page sent to her immediately. He asked that it should
show that Jennifer needed to meet Anne at her apartment for an important
meeting that night. Roger knew that Anne would be out of town without
Jennifer's knowledge.

 Roger showed up early at Anne's apartment and went to unlock the
door. He noticed that the door was already unlocked. "Damn!", he thought.
"It sure is a good thing that I arranged this meeting at my girlfriend's  place.
She could have been robbed blind by leaving the door unlocked."

 The setup was to have him seated at the table when Jennifer  showed
up. He arranged to handcuff himself to the chair so that the body  exchange
would be under his control after the switch. The book was on the  table in
plain sight. While in Jennifer's body and confusion ensued, he  would take
the book and hide it away.

 It finally became time and sure enough, he heard a knock on the
door. Roger steeled up his courage and said, "It's open!"

 An astonished Jennifer entered the room dressed to kill. It seemed
apparent that she was going out dancing that night.  She wore a short mini
skirt and tight blouse showing lots of exposed breast. She was wearing red
high-heeled shoes with a thin strap around her well-turned ankle. Roger
relished the thought that he would be dancing in those pretty red shoes  very
soon.

 Before she could get a question out of her lips, Roger grabbed the
hair sample, touched the book and repeated the chant.

 Just as he uttered the last word, the lights went out! Confusion
reigned!  In sheer blackness Roger heard a chair fall over and the eerie  sound
of his own former male voice say, "Oh my God, What has happened  to me?"

 Roger knew that he was successful. The familiar feel of a tight  form
fitting bra around his chest and the constricting, yet pleasant feel of  nylons
on his legs confirmed that he had exchanged with Jennifer.  The  problem
now was to find the flashlight and circuit breaker box. He got  down on his
hands and legs and crawled to Anne's bedroom to find the  flashlight.

 Turning on the beam, he noticed that he was really in Jennifer's
body. Pointing the harsh light at the table confirmed that his former male
body was lying on the floor still chained to the chair. A look of fear came
from Roger's former self.

 "Where is the book?" he urgently thought. "There it is!". It was  lying
in the corner of the kitchen where it had apparently fallen off the  table.

 He soon found the breaker box and switched the lights back on. It
was strange that some type of electrical surge had tripped the main breaker  at
the precise moment of transfer. "Oh well. I completed my goal with
precision. It is now time to tie up some loose ends.

 Roger walked to the table and helped the male Jennifer sit upright.
Jennifer did not say a word and eyed her former body with extreme
curiosity. Finally Jennifer said in his deep bass voice, "What exactly is  going
on here Roger? I do not understand what you have done to me, but it  looks
and feels like we have traded bodies?"

 "My sweet Jennifer. Or should I call you Roger now?  I have been
given a gift that provides me with unlimited power. You were chosen  simply
because you looked sexy in an old sweater." Roger suddenly burst  into a fit
of giggles as he considered the simple irony of those words.

 "I want your cooperation in this, but realize that giving your evil  ex-
boyfriend any kindness at this point might be pushing it. That is why I  am
going to enforce your collaboration with a few simple words. I want to  use
your body and have great plans for it during the next week. I am sure  you
would not approve of my actions, so have provided a compulsion spell  just
for you." Jennifer appeared thunderstruck by the words just said with  her
former lips.

 Roger grabbed the book and also touched his dainty little female  hand
over the top of his former male hand. He chanted a one line  unintelligible
sentence and said out loud-" I command the body in front of  me to comply
with all suggestions and recommendations that I say. I wish  for Jennifer
now in my former male body to act like a normal male and not  interfere with
any of my wants or needs. Her voice will freeze if she tries  to tell anyone
about the switch and her hand will stop if she tries to write  about it. She will
also give me the friendly respect and courtesy that I  deserve. She will now
respond to her name as 'Roger' as I will respond to  my name- Jennifer!"

 " I now end my command"

 Roger noted a visible relaxation on his former face.

 "I am going to keep this body for one week. I want you to go home
to my previous apartment and act like a normal male. You will go to work
tomorrow and take my place. No one will notice if you make tiny mistakes
since the thought of a body switch is beyond the comprehension of most
normal people.

 I am going to sleep, eat and use your apartment for my own needs
for the duration. I may come and go as I need things from my old male
apartment and you will not interfere. By the way, I will need a small locket
of your hair. Do you understand?" Roger sternly questioned and looked
closely at his male face.

 "I agree to everything you ask" the new 'Roger' replied with a
charming smile. " Jennifer smiled wickedly  and thought that his former  male
smile still had the power to seduce a woman. It looked great from  this
viewpoint!

 "Now leave and count the hours till you get your body back. By the
way, When this is over, I plan a spell of forgetfulness so that you will not  be
troubled with my deeds." The new Jennifer laughed.

 Jennifer carefully took the book and allowed her new body to be
escorted to his parked car. "How gallant for this man to walk me to the
safety of my car, she thought. They looked like a normal couple going out
for the night. Jennifer thought that she might as well not waste the trouble
that had been performed in dressing for tonight. She knew the perfect club  to
go to. She sent Roger to his apartment and went out for the night.

 It was an unbelievable turn-on to drive the car as Jennifer. She kept
looking at her female reflection in the rear mirror to make sure it was  really
happening.  The air conditioner kept blowing her pretty head of hair  and
tickling the back of her neck. She had to adjust the drivers seat much  closer
to the steering wheel in order for her shorter female legs to reach  the  brake
pedal. It felt so different driving with long heels. She had to reach  with the
tip of his toes to press the gas pedal.

 She looked down and could see the sexy mystery of dark nylon  clad
legs. Her dress had absent-mindedly pulled up to her crotch while  driving. A
passing truck driver almost fell out of his cab as he spotted  those good-
looking legs. She could not resist reaching up and feeling the  lace edges of
the bra holding her soft orbs.

 The attendant opened the door and stuttered as Jennifer mistakenly
swung both wide open legs around the seat and gave the waiting crowd a
perfect glimpse of her skimpy panties. "Hmm... I'll have to work on my
female etiquette." Jennifer thought. She could almost see some of the men
positioning themselves closer to her already.

 It was fun dancing with strange men. There was no end to their
invitations and not too subtle suggestions. Slow dances invariably flattened
her ample breasts into the chests of the partner. Most of the men wanted to
crush their crotch and chest into her body. And the hands! Every male
slipped his hand down to caress the soft curve of her derriere. It was like a
constant massage.

 A peculiar trance passed through Jennifer. She had taken this body  to
experience the sensuous feel of women's clothing on this new body.  And to
learn some of the secret language that women performed with each  other.
But, here she was, getting wet between the legs flirting with the  opposite
sex. She could not get enough of body contact that night. It ended  up that
she was even judging the 'fit' of each man as she felt the familiar  'poke'
through her thin dress.

 The night ended too quickly. Just before leaving for home. Jennifer
struck up an unusual conversation with an older balding man that said he
knew her. Jennifer could not dredge up the memory and kept the
conversation very polite. Besides, this man wanted to give her money and
pressed for a date. Jennifer declined the money but in amazement, agreed  to
a date later that week. "What in the world am I doing? I could have the  pick
of the litter and agreed to go out with this man named John?" she  mumbled.

 The night was spent in glorious soaking in a hot bubble bath in
Jennifer's feminine apartment. It was a night of discovery of extremely
female things within easy reach. It ranged from delicate lace napkins to
personalized stationary with flowery decorations. Even her checkbook was
dainty and personal. Roger had to laugh inwardly. The checkbook was
actually $ 1,000 short.

  It was time to go to sleep in the four poster bed. Jennifer put on a
sexy lingerie top and bottom. She then  slipped into the satin covers and
quickly removed the pajama bottoms. She did not like the way the fabric  kept
riding up in the crack of her ass as she moved about the bed. Ha, she  was
becoming just like the real Jennifer!

 The next day proved to be interesting. Jennifer got up from bed and
brushed her soft luxurious hair. She could not believe how soft and  peaceful
that simple act made her feel. She felt like she was really getting  into this
feminine persona. And worse yet, she was actually looking  forward to
tonight's date with John. She thought it strange that she was  actually
attracted to men now that she was in this body.

 Fear gripped her insides as she pulled up the entrance of the  building
that she worked. Would anyone suspect? Could they see she was  actually a
man in woman's clothing?

 The front guard immediately put her to rest when he said with a
leering smile, " Good morning Jennifer! Hope you have a wonderful day!"
She felt better and remembered that she had a disguise that no one could
penetrate.

 It was more difficult to see Roger and Anne talking to each other.
Jennifer felt a momentary pang of jealousy. But she knew that she would  be
back in that male body in a few days! She could endure the masquerade  for
the thrill of experiencing someone else's body!

 Jennifer was assigned a photo session displaying new bathing suits.
The clothing manufacturer had a small budget and wanted the background  to
be fake but with a beach feeling. The structural crew did a fabulous job  of
creating a feeling of the water and beach in the small interior room. It  was
just hot and she kept perspiring.

  The wardrobe manager went over the layout and dressing schedule.
Jennifer would be expected to wear the new line of bikini styles. Jennifer
thought that most of the styles looked like colored dental floss! Thank God
this body could make mud look good on her.

 Her male counterpoint was a good looking college kid with perfect
muscle tone and a large cock that looked like it was constantly erect  through
the his flimsy shorts. During the session he whispered, "Jennifer,  you are
the one making me hard. I apologize for my constant erection, but  you are so
beautiful!" Jennifer just smiled and kept glancing at his bathing  suit. And she
started sweating some more! Jennifer could not understand  her sudden
interest in sex? During this photo shoot she fantasized about  taking this brute
down and working the kinks out of his knotty pole.

 The best part of the day was the practice for the upcoming NY  Show.
They gathered all the female models with their make-up and dress- assistants
for the final rehearsal. The noise level was deafening! Schedules  were posted
and it all began!

 Jennifer was excited. This was what she wanted to experience the
most. Being a showgirl with the latest clothes draping her body stimulated
her beyond belief.

 She looked around and saw a frenzy of activity. She was sitting in
front a long bank of mirrors that reflected many gorgeous women in  various
states of undress. Jennifer gulped and realized that she was  suddenly part of
that inner circle! It was then that Jennifer noticed Anne  had just occupied the
open seat next to her. They both smiled warmly at  each other. They were still
girlfriends in her current bodies.

 Anne said, " Mind if I sit next to you for this rehearsal?" Jennifer's
heart skipped a beat as Anne unconsciously stripped topless down to her
delicate panties. It would save time for the wiggle into a tight fitting
ensemble. Each model was pressured to wear different outfits and be on
schedule. Jennifer noticed that she still loved Anne but it just did not feel the
same. She observed Anne's naked body as if studying the competition.  It did
not trigger the testosterone rush of the usual excitement of a  potential
mounting.

 Anne spoke again, "Jennifer, you have been a sweet dear friend to
me and I want you to know first about the news! I know that Roger treated
you horribly and broke your heart." Jennifer smirked!

 "But he has changed! He make love to me last night with  tenderness
and understanding from a side of him that I have never seen  before!"
Jennifer blanched!

 One of the makeup assistants came up to Anne and started to  powder
her nipples and Anne did not even notice as she spoke. " Roger has
proposed to me and I have accepted! Our wedding will be next week."

 Jennifer lost blood from her face and felt the room spinning. An
inner voice said, "That Bitch, she can't do that to me! I'll give her a
command spell when I get home that will leave him unable ever to get it  up
while in my body. Since the spell is for the soul, when I get the body  back
I'll be the fucking hero, and I mean Fucking hero!"

 Jennifer thought of one more way to screw the real Jennifer for
good.

 The joy of dressing and parading down the catwalk almost took
Jennifer's mind off her goal. She could not wait to get home to the book.

 As soon as the apartment door opened, Jennifer grabbed the book.
She tightly held a sample of Roger's hair and found the correct phrase. She
chanted the compulsion spell and laughed at the thought of 'Coitus
Interruptus' that might instantly affect Roger and Anne at this very  moment.
She had given him an impotent cock!

 Feeling better, Jennifer walked into the shower and started to  prepare
herself in her sexiest outfit for her date tonight. It would be one  to
remember!

 John met Jennifer at the door and was overwhelmed by her beauty
and style. She smelled absolutely heavenly and molded to his elbow as if  she
was part of his arm. Jennifer had dressed in her most seductive outfit  and it
showed an embarrassingly amount of Tits and Ass. She was perched  on her
most erotic high heels that she could find. John on the other hand,  had
thrown on an old sports coat without a tie. He picked a cheesy  patterned shirt
and wore a gaudy gold necklace down to his large belly.

 They went out to dinner to a fancy French Restaurant and she was
treated like a queen. John did not have the manners but he sure had the
patience for the seduction. He knew with persistence that this woman  would
be his. Little did he know that she already was!

 The night was filled with passion and loud moans. The moans were
surprisingly coming from Jennifer. She had intended to act out the part and
pretend to have orgasms. But, John had suddenly become the most  desirable
man in the world. She loved the way he rammed into her. He was  fond of
doing it from most of the rooms in his apartment. He teased her  with an
amazing amount of adult toys. It was almost as if he owned the  store! He
had more leather, oils and devices than she ever imagined.

 Her stamina was unquenchable. She realized that he could only go  so
many times in one night, but managed to seductively dance and tease  him to
greater strength.

 When he asked her to marry him, she gladly accepted. She
momentarily thought it odd to marry this man with such a short affair. But,
Jennifer knew that this was fitting perfectly into her plan. Her submission  to
John was disturbing her. She had agreed to everything he asked of her.  It
was like she wanted more than anything to please him!

 Anne was ecstatic to think that her best girlfriend would be getting
married at the same time as her. They planned a shopping trip to buy
wedding dresses for the Double wedding. It was a wonderful day of new
feelings again. The large department stores fawned over the two beautiful
women when they learned they were soon to be married.

 It was Jennifer's plan to do the final switch after the ceremony and
definitely before the honeymoon. She did find a strange sadness about the
upcoming loss of her femininity. This shopping day of trying on fine  dresses
and new makeovers was one she would never forget.

 The wedding day approached. Jennifer and Anne had the look that
was perfection. Many wedding magazines were bidding for the rights to
photograph their vows. It was truly incredible the amount of preparation  that
went into this wedding in short notice.

 While Jennifer was staring into a mirror and adjusting the way her
breasts fit into her beautiful wedding dress, Amy came up and admired the
reflection.

 Amy snuggled up and kissed Jennifer on the neck. She said,
"Jennifer, you will be the best sister ever! You look wonderful!"

 Jennifer looked at Amy with suspicion. Why did she say it like  that?
Wasn't she already her sister?  Just then, an attendant rushed into the room
and said, "We're ready! Here comes the Bride!"

 The church was beautiful and everyone was beaming with  happiness.
Jennifer was even getting excited about the importance of this  event. Roger
and John were waiting in front for Anne and Jennifer to  approach. Jennifer
could almost see a glint of lust for his new wife in  Roger's eyes. "Boy,
would the tables would turn soon", Jennifer thought.

 Jennifer suddenly felt like a schoolgirl upon seeing her new  husband
to be. John had actually dressed up for the first time in his life.  He  looked
magnificent. Jennifer felt a inexplicable obedient feeling come over  her. She
would go though the vows with honesty and make sure he would  not be hurt
when the exchange was accomplished.

 Upon hearing "You may kiss the bride", both women yielded
demurely to their strong looking husband. The kiss set Jennifer on fire!  Her
sexual needs started on overdrive at that moment.  Jennifer wished  that a
hotel room was nearby. But, she would have to wait awhile. Jennifer
giggled when she thought that she might be able to swing sex as a woman  on
her wedding night and then sex as the new husband a day later. "But  no!"
what was she thinking? She must keep focused and get her body back.  She
should keep concentrating on Anne! Her emotions were getting mixed  up!

 The reception was amazing. Fine food and good times. Jennifer  kept
trying to get close to Roger but everyone kept her busy with silly  female
conversation.  A couple of hours went by and couples started to  leave.
Jennifer knew that her window of opportunity would vanish if she  did not
do something quickly.

 It was time to change in the back room for the final  exit of rice and
flowers for the lucky bride and groom.

 Jennifer had secreted the magic book in her luggage. She quickly
grabbed the book and slipped into Roger's dressing area unnoticed. She
locked the door behind her and steadied herself for the upcoming  exchange.

 "Oh I'm sorry!" Jennifer said to Roger in false modesty. "I didn't
mean to interrupt your life, or should I say 'interrupt  MY  life!"

 " I had no idea that you would act so quickly in seducing my Anne
after we switched bodies. But, as you probably know, you are having a  little
trouble in the performance department?" Jennifer jeered.

 "Matter of fact, you may have done me a favor by getting her to  agree
to marriage. She always seemed a little hesitant before. But here we  are, and
things are going to be different from now on. Soon you will  occupy this
body and I will keep you in a command spell to honor and  constantly obey
your new husband- John!"

 Jennifer continued, " I recently discovered that John has a huge
ownership in strip clubs and adult video production companies. I have
overlooked this because I have some bizarre fascination with him now,
which I will gladly transfer to you. In a moment you will not care either!"

 Jennifer noticed that Roger had not moved and just smiled. He was
not even making threatening movements. This started to fluster her and she
quickly pulled out the book and hair sample.

 It was easy to chant the exchange spell while holding the book and
human hair. Jennifer thought quickly how she must steal the book back  once
the transference spell was complete. The last word was said out loud  and she
prepared for the jump. Nothing happened!

 "My God!" she thought, I must have made a mistake in the
incantation. She quickly repeated the chant and looked anxiously at Roger.
She was still in the same body! By now, Roger had actually sat down and
looked back at her in merriment. Jennifer was starting to get pissed now  but
it was tempered by a real sense of fear.

 Roger got up and started walking to her while saying," It is time to
stop this charade. We have some reckoning to do!" He grabbed the book  out
of her weaker female arms.

 "I had hoped that in the act of stealing my body some of my ethics
and sense of goodness would rub onto your soul. I looks like you have the
same mean and manipulative disposition that you as the real Roger always
had."  The new Roger declared.

 " You may as well relax, because this is the end of the line for your
little game!" Roger said with subdued emotion. " I truly thought I was  going
mad the night you first took over my body. I cannot remember any  details at
all, but my sister Amy quizzed me the next morning about my  mysterious
dress up actions in the middle of the night."

 "The capper was two days later. I received a mail copy  confirmation
that the amount of $ 1,000 had been transferred out of my  bank account. I
thought it impossible until the bank played back a sound  recording of my
voice.

 Determined searching turned up a Postal Box that the money was
delivered. You made a fatal mistake when you filled out the application for
the PO box. Federal laws protect the privacy of citizens in postal matters.
But, you checked the box on the initial application that stated you would  use
the box for commercial purposes. That gave me or anyone else rights  to the
identity of that Postal Box." Roger stated.

 "Amy and I came to the incredible conclusion that somehow you  had
taken temporary possession of my body that night. It was beyond  belief but
very dangerous if it was true.

 We knew that you might be tempted to do it again and I could not  live
with myself knowing that you could take me anytime against my will.  We set
a plan in action"

 " We were stumped to find a way into your apartment and were
overjoyed when I got the alpha page to go to Anne's apartment. Anne gave
me a key to her apartment and always told me when she was leaving town  so
that I could water the plants. I had been watering the plants yesterday so I
knew Anne was out of town. My suspicions about your intent were  coming
true. I sent Amy to the apartment hours early prior to my  appointed time. We
were in contact by cell phone when she discovered the  magic book. Thanks
to your detailed notes in the margin, Amy was able to  invoke the spell of
translation. She screamed in my ear when she saw the  index of spells. The
possession spell made sense, but the compulsion spells  frightened us. We
had no way of knowing if you had already commanded  my will or not.

 We were running out of time and did the following: the spell of
replication was done on the book. The old magician's story line stated that
original magic could not be duplicated by spells. Now we had a real book
and an identical book that would not work the magic.

 Amy very carefully placed the real book where she found it and  kept
the duplicated book with her in a dark electrical closet while waiting  for you
to show up.

 Amy was perfect, but almost wet her pants when she realized that  she
left the door unlocked. I finally showed up and pretended as if I was
surprised to see you. She waited and listened for your intent. She had to act
quickly for my safety. When the last word of the exchange spell was
invoked, she pulled the main circuit breaker that extinguished the lights.
Moving quickly and silently, she substituted the real book with the fake  book
and moved to another hiding place while you turned on the lights.  Any
subsequent spell with that book would not have any effect.

 I tried to act the part as if my will was under your control. It  worked
perfectly.

 We were overjoyed to realize that you tried to cast compulsion  spells
after the transference instead of before. I knew I was safe.

 It was awkward becoming male and even talking with deep male
tones. Even my sister had a hard time adjusting to me with this male body.

 The biggest surprise was Anne. I loved her as my best girlfriend  but
was not prepared for the sheer male to female physical attraction that
happened when I came close to her. All my male chemistry and my sudden
soft feminine mental attitude was like an aphrodisiac to Anne. She  responded
very well. She was even the one to bring up marriage after that  first night of
incredible lovemaking. I think I fell in love with Anne that  night and never
wanted to give up the feeling.

 Until that moment, I was very resentful of you taking my body
against my will. But, I realized that some things turn out for the best.  Amy
and I decided to try a few gentle spells on you to increase your sexual  drive
and make you a proper submissive woman for your new husband.  We could
not stop laughing when the idea of a double wedding occurred. I  would be
ok living as a man and loving Anne for the rest of my life. You  would get
your wish to feel and experience the thrill of a woman. It was  obvious the
joy you were experiencing wearing female clothes. Just be  prepared, you are
a now a woman living in a man's world!

 Amy tried out a couple of the command spells on her management
team at the brokerage. They suddenly realized her true worth. She has the
highest privileges and knocks down the biggest salary at the firm. I have
great hopes of her keeping Anne and I in rich investments for the rest of  our
lives.

 As for you Jennifer, as I hold this book and a locket of your hair, I
command that you will never plot or scheme against Amy or I again.  You
will forget complete knowledge of this book and endeavor to please your
husband and all men for the rest of your life."  A visible shiver went  through
Jennifer.

 Jennifer smiled when Amy walked into the room to say that the
wedding party was ready to depart for their honeymoon escapes. She was
ready and anxious to consummate her marriage!

 Amy whispered to Roger, " The conviction for kidnapping in this
country is twenty years. I believe Jennifer has twenty more years of  extreme
sexual activity before Menopause slows her down. Fitting  judgement, you
think?"

 Jennifer performed her last runway fashion presentation the next
week for the NY show. Her husband convinced her to arrange for breast
augmentation surgery. He wanted her to have much larger breasts than  most
of the skinny models portrayed.

 "Jennifer my Love!", John said. " I have great plans for you after
your surgery. I am opening a new club in Dallas and you would be the hit  of
the show with your new looks."

 Jennifer glowed with the idea that she would soon be performing
with her naked body for the enjoyment of all those men each night!

Fin.