"Give me back my body!" Jericho growled as he walked towards Trish, who was now inhabiting his body,
cursing under his breath as he stumbled in the high heels. "How the fuck do you walk in these?"
Trish giggled. "Years of practice," she quickly retorted, wincing as the pain hit her. "What the hell did you
do to my ribs? I mean your ribs?" Trish gasped.
"Rhyno, gored me," Jericho sighed, standing with his hands on his curvaceous hips.
"Ouch! I always wondered what that felt like."
"How are we gonna get out of this mess? I want my body back," Jericho said seriously.
"Might as well make the best of it," Trish said smiling as she started to walk away, flexing her new muscles.
Jericho grabbed her arm. "Knock it off, Trish. You're not going anywhere in my body," Jericho growled.
Trish grinned as she felt her muscular chest, gliding her strong hands downwards to caress the bulge in her
tight leather pants. "Wow! I feel like fucking. I always wondered what it was like for you guys," Trish said
smiling wickedly. "Wonder where Lita is?"
"Don't even think about it bitch," Jericho hissed, trying to adjust his bra. Damn his back was starting to hurt.
Maybe he shouldn't have been so mean to Stephanie. "Ever think of a breast reduction?"
"Reduction?" Trish hissed. "Do you know how much I paid for those?"
"Too much," Jericho smirked as he stared down at the two overstuffed cups, frowning as his slender hand
and fingers slipped under his mini-skirt and felt the moistness between his legs. "Shit," Jericho gasped as he
fingered himself. "I have a vagina!"
Trish giggled. "You're in my body stupid! Of course, you have a vagina," Trish said rolling her eyes up as she
brushed back her long blonde hair. "Ewww," she gasped. "What do you wash your hair in?"
"Shampoo, stupid," Jericho said grinning. "Leave my hair alone," Jericho growled, "Or I will mess with
yours," he said as he ran his fingers through it.
"You're no fun," Trish sighed as she started to saunter away.
"Whoa!" Jericho growled as he grabbed his arm, no her arm. "What do you think your doing?"
"I'm going to my room and get some sleep," Trish said flashing his trademark smile.
"Not walking like that!"
"Like what?" Trish asked confused.
"Like a girl. You got some fries to go with that shake?"
"Very funny," Trish said glaring at him. "Goodbye!"
"Wait!" Jericho said yelling, stomping his foot, and almost falling as he was unable to balance himself in the
shoes.
Trish grinned as she looked at Jericho, who now inhabited her body. Damn, she looked fine. No, he looked
fine. "You can't stop me, Jericho," Trish said smiling.
Jericho grabbed her arm, but realized he was in Trish's body and that he wasn't as strong as her.
Trish grinned as he pushed him backwards, knocking him down on his posterior.
"Ouch!" Jericho pouted. "That hurt!"
"Get use to it Jericho. You're a woman now. Women get used to being knocked around," Trish said laughing
as she headed towards her room for some peace and quiet. Grinning as she remembered Jericho shared a
room with Lance Storm. 'Wonder what he looks like naked,' she thought.
Jericho grinned as he watched her walk away. He stood and brushed himself off. He wondered what it felt
like to get a nice warm bubble bath.
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Trish smiled as she entered the room. Life was about to get so much better for her now that she was a man.
Trish jumped as strong arms wrapped around her waist pulling her back against a hard body. "I missed you
baby," Lance whispered in her ear.
Trish was shocked. Baby? She didn't know Jericho and Lance were lovers.
She squeaked as Lance squeezed and pinched her ass.
"What do you think you're doing?" She gasped.
Lance frowned. Jericho was talking and acting funny. Almost fickle like a girl.
"I want you, baby," Lance growled as one of his hands dropped to the front of her pants, expertly unzipping
them.
Trish's eyes widened as Lance gripped and pulled out her rock hard cock. Damn Jericho for not telling her
about Lance!
Lance, who took his lover's stillness to mean submission, eagerly started pushing Jericho's pants down. "Let
me help you out of these," Lance growled.
Trish smiled. Well, she had always wondered how good m/m sex was. Guess now was a good time to find out.
"Lance," Trish moaned, pushing backwards against Lance, grinding her hips against the bulge in his pants.
"Fuck me."
Lance frowned. What the hell? Jericho never gave in that easy.
"You don't have a headache?" Lance asked.
"No," Trish moaned.
"You're not too tired or beat up?" Lance asked.
"No," Trish sighed.
Lance grinned. He didn't know why Jericho was so different tonight, but he liked it. He gently pushed his
lover down on the bed blanketing him with his body. His hands exploring every inch of Jericho's perfect body
as if it was the first time, eliciting moan after moan from him.
Trish giggled as Lance hit a couple of ticklish spots.
Lance grinned. "Did you take any kind of pills that the guys offered you?"
"No," Trish giggled.
Lance's grin widened. He decided to push his luck. "Will you blow me?"
Trish smiled. Blow jobs were her specialty.
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Jericho sighed as he sunk lower into the tub of soapy bubbles. The troubles of the day fading as he
completely relaxed. Enjoying the peace and quiet. The warm water felt so good.
He jumped as he felt strong hands massaging his delicate shoulders.
"Want me to wash your back, beautiful?" Vince asked, drool forming at the corner of his mouth.
Jericho gasped in horror. "How did you get in here?"
"I always make them give me a spare key. You know that," Vince said smiling, stroking Jericho's long hair.
Jericho was speechless as he looked at the bulge in Vince's pants. Damn, no wonder Trish didn't want to
change back!
"I have a headache," Jericho cried out as he pushed Vince away.
