Jericho slapped Vince's sweaty hands away. "Don't touch me," he gasped in revulsion.
Vince frowned. "Don't forget who owns your ass," he growled. "Headache or not, you're still gonna spread
those legs for me."
Jericho forced himself to snap his own gaping mouth closed as he stood quickly and wrapped a towel around
his waist, temporarily forgetting that he had breasts. Suddenly remembering, he undid the towel and
wrapped it around his chest too.
Vince frowned. Trish wasn't acting like herself tonight, maybe she really did have a headache, but it didn't
matter, because his need for her body was too great. "Go get on the bed."
Jericho laughed. "Not in this lifetime, senior," Jericho said as he rushed past Vince.
"Senior?" Vince asked rubbing his head. Trish thought he was old?
"Get out of my room," Jericho said as he whipped the door open. "You try to touch me again and I'll slap a
sexual discrimination lawsuit against you so fast that your head will spin," Jericho hissed.
"I own you," Vince hissed as he was shoved out the door.
"Not any more," Jericho said smiling, whether Trish knew it or not, she was going to be in trouble. God, how
did she tolerate that man's touch? Jericho shivered as he remembered those sweaty hands.
He looked at the bed, knowing he wasn't going to be able to sleep. He smiled as he wondered what Lance and
Trish was doing. Then frowned as he realized that Trish had probably already slept with Lance. Damn.
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Lance growled as he jerked his hips upwards. Damn, where had Jericho learned to suck cock?
Trish grinned as she felt Lance tense and shoot inside of her mouth. She eagerly swallowed everything that
he had to offer. She continued to lick and suck at his throbbing cock until she was sure she had milked him
dry.
Lance moaned as he felt Jericho crawl up astride of him.
"Fuck me," Trish whispered in his ear as she leaned down and sucked at one of his small nipples.
Trish gasped as she suddenly found herself on all fours with Lance positioning himself behind her. She smiled
as she felt the coldness of the lube as it was poured down the crack of her ass. She wiggled it in invitation.
Lance grinned as he leaned down and gently nipped at each round ass cheek. "So perfect," he whispered.
Trish grinned. Yes, Jericho did have a nice body. If she had to switch bodies, she couldn't have chosen a
better one. Jericho was perfection.
She jumped as a finger pushed up inside of her. "Ouch," she gasped without thinking.
Lance frowned. Jericho was acting as if it was his first time. "You alright, baby?"
Trish nodded as she wiggled on the finger. Gasping once again as Lance brushed across her newly discovered
prostate. "Oh my," she said smiling as a jolt of pleasure shot through her entire body.
Lance grinned. "You like that?"
Trish nodded frantically as her hips pushed back onto his finger.
Lance slowly added another finger, stretching and preparing his lover.
"Want you," Trish gasped for air.
Lance's grin widened as he pulled his fingers out and positioned himself, slowly but steadily pushing his cock
into his lover's tightness, hissing at the overwhelming desire to take Jericho hard and fast. "You can have all
of me, baby," Lance whispered as he pushed all the way inside of him.
Trish moaned as she held still. She had never felt this completely filled before.
Lance reached around and grabbed Jericho's cock that was swaying between his legs, stroking it.
"Have you thought about my proposal?" Lance asked.
"Proposal?" Trish asked, her eyes glazed in pleasure.
"Will you marry me? Commit to me?" Lance whispered as he nibbled on Jericho's ear, while his hand
continued to stroke.
Trish's head was spinning. "Fuck me," she begged, not wanting to change the subject. Did Jericho want to
commit?
"Will you commit?" Lance asked, slowing his thrusts, teasing his lover.
Trish tried to force the movements, but Lance gripped her hips, stilling her. "YES!" She screamed in
frustration, "Just fuck me!!"
"My pleasure," Lance said grinning from ear to ear. Jericho had finally said yes. His thrusts increased,
becoming erratic and hard as he roughly stroked Jericho's cock in rhythm with his mind-shattering thrusts.
"Lance!" Trish cried out as she spurted into his hand, her hips bucking backwards seeking more of his cock as
her body trembled in pleasure.
Lance growled as he gripped his lover's hips tighter, holding him still as he pounded into him, claiming him.
Trish smiled as she drifted into sleep, safe in the arms of Lance.
*************************************
Jericho smiled as he saw Jeff Hardy sitting alone at the bar. He had always wondered if Jeff was into guys or
girls. Guess it wouldn't hurt to find out.
Jeff smiled at him as he checked out Trish's beautiful body, which now belonged to him.
Jericho could see the lust in the younger man's eyes. "Want to party?" He asked with a smile.
Jeff grinned as he paid his tab and grabbed Trish around the waist. "I hope you like extreme."
Jericho smiled innocently as he twirled a stand of hair between his fingers. If only he knew.
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Trish woke a few minutes later to see Lance staring at her intently. "What?" She asked sleepily.
"I love you," he whispered, leaning down and placing a soft, endearing kiss on her lips.
Trish smiled and then realized this was wrong. He wasn't kissing her, he was kissing Jericho. Jericho was the
one he had fallen in love with, not her.
She pulled herself up, out of his embrace.
"What's wrong?" Lance asked confused.
"I have to go."
"Go?" Lance asked in disbelief.
"I have to talk to someone," she said as she quickly pulled on her pants and shoes.
Lance looked at Jericho confused. "Do you love me?"
Trish was shocked. "Only with every beat of my heart and every breath I take. Yes, I love you, Lance
Storm."
Lance grinned. Jericho had never said the words.
"I'll be back, don't worry," Trish said smiling as she leaned down and kissed him.
Trish frowned as she shut the door. She had to find Jericho. They had to switch back.
*************************************
Jericho moaned as Jeff licked him. Damn, the boy had a talented mouth and tongue.
Jericho's whole body tingled in anticipation as Jeff crawled upwards, blanketing him with his body. Jeff's
hands cupped and squeezed his breasts as he leaned down and flicked his tongue around each nipple.
"Want you," Jericho whispered.
Jeff grinned. "I've never been one to deny a lady anything."
Jericho arched up as Jeff's long, slender cock slid into his wet, dripping opening with ease. OK, maybe being a
woman wasn't so bad.
He wrapped his legs around Jeff's waist pulling him closer, gripping his hips, trying to force him deeper.
Jeff moaned as he pumped into Trish. Damn, she was a hot lay.
As they ground their bodies together, their lips met in a passionate, demanding kiss. Within seconds, both
were screaming in pleasure as they both came.
Jeff fell on top of Trish lifeless. He had consumed way too much alcohol tonight and combined with the
mind-shattering orgasm, he was out like a light.
Jericho gently pushed Jeff off the top of him. That had been....wow!
Thoughts of Lance flooded his mind. He shouldn't have done this. It was wrong. Panic surged through him as
he dressed quickly. He had to find Trish before things got out of hand.
*************************************
Trish frowned. Where was Jericho? She had ran into Vince, who had told her that they were through. What
had Jericho done? Not that she was complaining, it was just that she'd never had the guts to stand up to
Vince.
"Trish!" Jericho cried out in happiness. "I've been looking all over for you. Lance said you left an hour ago."
Lance. Trish bowed her head. She had fallen for Lance. "I was looking for you."
Jericho bowed his head. He had to tell her about Jeff and Vince. "There's something I think you should
know," Jericho whispered.
Trish lifted an eyebrow. "What did you do?"
"Well, you're no longer with Vince, but you did have incredibly hot sex with Jeff Hardy," Jericho said smiling
weakly.
"Jeff Hardy?" Trish asked in disbelief.
"Don't knock him, he's good in bed," Jericho said grinning a very satisfied smile.
Trish rolled her eyes. "Well you're engaged to Lance. I said yes."
"What? I wish I had never made that stupid wish," Jericho said more to himself than to Trish. Not that he
didn't love Lance, but commitment scared the hell out of him.
"What wish?"
"That I was a woman."
Trish's eyes widened. "I wished that I was a man."
"Maybe if we both wish for our bodies back......"
"It's worth a shot," Trish whispered as she looked up at the bright star.
Jericho did the same.
~ONE MONTH LATER~
Lance smiled as he watched his husband sleep. He'd always been fascinated by how beautiful Jericho was
when he slept, but more since that night when Jericho had agreed to marry him.
Jericho smiled as his eyes fluttered open and he saw Lance watching him. "What?"
"I love you," Lance whispered as he caressed Jericho's hair and kissed the top of his head.
Jericho smiled. "I love you, too." The words were no longer hard to say. Somehow being in Trish's body had
given him the strength to express how he felt. He guessed that emotions was what made women so special.
"Have you heard from Trish and Jeff?" Lance asked.
"Nope," Jericho said smiling, knowing that calling him was the last thing on their mind while they were on
their honeymoon. He closed his eyes, feeling safe and loved.
Lance stared at the bright stars through the window. "I wish....."
Jericho's eyes flew open.
~THE END~