7/3/99
SRU: The Wicked Stepmother 
part 1 
By Morpheus

 The clear sound of her high heels clicking against the hard floor was 
comforting to Stephanie Miller as she walked through the crowded mall, 
grimly intent on her purpose.  The sound repeated in her head, soothing 
her with its steady repetition.  Keeping her eyes open for whatever it 
was that she was looking for, she continued walking through the mall.

Stephanie was a beautiful blonde woman who knew how striking she was, 
and was not afraid to show it.  In fact, she often used it to her own 
purposes.  Ignoring the admiring looks of the men she passed, she only 
felt contempt for them, thinking them all lower class scum.  Stephanie 
had been raised with some wealth, but after her family had gotten in 
trouble with the IRS some years earlier, she'd had to do without, though 
it greatly pained her to do so.  That was why she married her husband 
Greg Miller.

Greg Miller had enough money to keep him and his son very comfortable, 
thanks to the hard work he'd put in at his job as a mid ranking 
executive for his company.  Though he earned enough to live very 
comfortably, and even support Stephanie, that wasn't the main reason she 
married him.  Instead, she'd married him because of his mother.  Greg's 
mother was rich.  She was very rich, and better yet, she was old and 
would probably die soon, leaving all her money to Greg. That was the 
main reason Stephanie had married him.  As an investment against future 
wealth.

Unfortunately for Stephanie, she found out only after she'd married Greg 
that even though his mother was wealthy, he wouldn't accept any of it 
from her. As much as Stephanie nagged him to borrow money for a new car 
or other luxuries, Greg refused to take money from his mother, insisting 
that he could manage fine on his own.  Stephanie snorted at that idea.  
That foolish husband of hers had plenty of money available should he ask 
for it, his mother having made that clear, but he still refused to.  No 
matter how much Stephanie tried talking him into it.

That problem was the reason that Stephanie was currently at the mall. 
For a while she'd considered finding some way of speeding up her mother 
in law's death, but decided that the old woman was too clever for that. 
And Stephanie didn't want to take any chances of being found out. 
Instead, she focused her attention on finding some way of getting Greg 
to accept some of the money early. Before she died. That was what 
Stephanie wanted at the moment.  That would at least keep her 
comfortable and happy until Greg's mom died, which she thought was 
taking too long.

When Stephanie had confided her problems to a sympathetic friend of 
hers, the friend had suggested with a smile that she come to this mall. 
She'd told Stephanie that there was a particular store, which Stephanie 
would know when she saw it, that could help her with these problems. 
She'd said that there were rumor's about a store here. Stephanie snorted 
at the idea, sure that her friend had been having fun with her, and 
annoyed at that friend for being so mysterious.  Stephanie Disdainfully, 
she looked around at the stores in the mall, thinking that what kind of 
store in a place like that could possibly be of any use to her.  They 
were all so....common.

Finally Stephanie found herself stopping, though she was confused as to 
why.  Looking around, there didn't seem to be anything of interest, 
making her wonder why she stopped. Then she noticed the store.  There 
was a sign that read Spells R Us, sitting right above a door.  The very 
sight of it stood out since smaller doors like that aren't common in 
malls.  Stephanie didn't know why, but this store seemed to draw her 
attention. Somehow, she was sure that this was the place she'd come 
looking for.  Smiling smugly to herself, Stephanie went in.

 As the door closed behind her, Stephanie heard a small bell tinkling. 
"How quaint" she mused to herself, then glanced around the room, not in 
the least bit impressed by what she saw.  There were antiques, toys, 
clothes and other odds and ends.  As far as Stephanie was concerned, 
this place was little more than a dump.  Scrunching her nose up, she was 
about to change her mind and leave, when someone touched her shoulder 
from behind, making her jump.

An Old Man stood there as Stephanie turned around, and much to her 
disgust, he seemed to be wearing little more than a bathrobe.  "Thing's 
aren't always what they seem, Stephanie."  he said quietly, then quickly 
went over behind the counter.  "Now, what are you looking for?"

Stephanie noticed that he'd called her by name, and was annoyed that 
he'd presume to act so informally with him.  She snorted to herself, 
sure that her friend had told this old man to expect her.  Still, for 
some reason this old man made her hesitate from leaving.  "Who are you?" 
she asked him instead, determined to regain the upper hand.

The Old Man chuckled, "Who I am isn't as important as what I am"

Feeling annoyed, Stephanie asked, "And just what are you?"

"I, my dear child, am a wizard."  Stephanie snorted, and he chuckled, 
"Oh, but it's true.  Now, tell me what your problem is."  It wasn't a 
suggestion, and Stephanie found herself telling the Old Man what she 
wanted.

He nodded now and again as she told him.  "So," the Old Man said, 
scratching at his chin, "you want to control your husband, to have 
access to all the money in his accounts that he keeps sealed, and to 
have him ask his mother for money whenever you want?"  Stephanie nodded, 
not liking the way it sounded when the Old Man phrased it like that. 
Then the Old Man said, "I believe I can help you."

The Old Man dug around behind his counter for a minute, then pulled out 
a wooden box which he set down.  Stephanie watched curiously as he 
opened it, wondering what he was planning.  As he pulled out a small 
glass vial of clear liquid, Stephanie wondered if he was going to give 
her some kind of hypnotic drug.  "Nothing so simple"  He said to her, 
almost as if hearing her thoughts.

Trying to keep her control, Stephanie demanded, "Well, what is it then?"

The Old Man sighed, saying "Patience. I was going to get to that." 
Carefully, he closed the wooden box again, setting the glass vial on top 
of it.  "This here will give you what you asked for.  Providing that you 
use it right."  Impatiently, Stephanie nodded, wishing that this strange 
old man would hurry up.  "You must first," the Old Man cautioned, "pour 
a glass with something to drink.  Coffee, Tea, wine, it doesn't matter 
what."  When Stephanie nodded, he continued, "You must then pour the 
contents of the vial in with it.  After this is done, you must drink 
from the cup, and you must have your husband take a drink from the cup. 
Each of you drinking half of the contents is preferable, but not 
absolutely necessary."

"That's all?"  Stephanie demanded. This was so stupid. This guy was 
asking her to drug herself. There was no way she intended to do such a 
stupid thing as that.

"This is not a drug!" The Old Man snapped, beginning to look angry. 
Something about him made Stephanie realize that she might not want to 
push him much farther.  "Do as I say, and your request will be 
fulfilled."  He said so calmly that Stephanie felt a shudder run through 
her.  "And finally," The Old Man finished, "You must make sure that you 
use only the one cup for it to work."

Stephanie nodded.  This sounded way to far fetched for her to believe, 
but just by glancing at this Old Man she wasn't so sure anymore.  After 
debating with herself for several seconds, she decided that it certainly 
couldn't hurt anything to just try it.  "All right,"  she gestured to 
the vial, "how much is it?"

"Ah, the matter of price."  the Old Man said with a bit of a grin. "For 
you, its five thousand dollars."

"What?"  Stephanie asked shocked. How could this tiny vial of liquid 
cost so much..  It was a rip off.

The Old Man chuckled. "That's the special for it this week. If you want 
it, that's what it will cost you."  Grumbling, Stephanie took out her 
credit card, not even asking if he accepted credit.  Without a word the 
Old Man took the card and went to the register.  A minute later, he 
handed Stephanie her card back, along with a small paper bag that 
contained the vial.

Feeling rather cross, and already planning on taking it out on her step 
son, Stephanie started towards the door. As it was closing behind her, 
she heard the Old Man chuckling behind her, calling out "Thank you for 
shopping at Spells R Us.  Please come again."

 As the front door slammed, Tony winced, knowing immediately that not 
only was his stepmom home, but that she wasn't in a good mood either. 
And he knew that meant bad news for him if she caught sight of him. 
Carefully Tony crept to his room, hoping that she wouldn't think to look 
for him.

Tony was 13 years old, and fairly small for his age.  He was often 
teased by the other kids at his school not only because of his size, but 
because he was thin and wore glasses.  Not to mention that he was 
probably the smartest kid in class as well.  At school he was 
immediately labeled as the class wimp and nerd.  A somewhat dubious 
honor, he felt.  His dad had told Tony that he was slow growing as a kid 
as well, not having hit his growth spurt until he was 15.   Though his 
dad assured him that things would change, Tony rather doubted that.

Reaching the hopeful safety of his room, Tony locked the door behind 
him, not wanting anyone barging in.  Picking up the book he'd been 
reading earlier, Tony tried getting back into it.  He chuckled, thinking 
that it wasn't quite as funny as the first book, but Huckleberry Finn 
was definitely one that he enjoyed.  Sadly, Tony thought about how Huck 
had a couple good friends, thinking that he had none himself.  Not only 
was he unpopular at school, but he didn't find kids his own age too 
interesting.  His dad said he was just a little mature for his age, but 
that didn't help him make any friends.  In fact, it only made it harder 
for him to fit in.  A fact which his wicked stepmother never got tired 
of rubbing in.

Tony hated Stephanie.  He wasn't sure why she married his dad, but 
thought it probably wasn't love. He didn't think that she could love 
anybody but herself, in spite of how nice she was to his dad most of the 
time.  Tony knew that underneath the nice coating she showed when his 
dad was around, she was a total bitch.  She hated having him for a step 
son, saying how embarrassing Tony was for her.  Sighing, Tony knew that 
all he could do was avoid her.   He'd been close to his dad before she 
showed up, but now they barely spoke.

Just as Tony was getting back into his reading, there was an insistent 
pounding on the door to his room, with Stephanie's voice calling through 
"Get your ass out here."  Wincing, Tony opened the door, knowing that it 
would be much worse if he didn't.  Standing in the hall glaring at him, 
Stephanie demanded "My car's dirty, and I want you to get it washed up 
before your Greg gets home and has to see it."  Then she turned around 
and left, leaving Tony groaning.

He hated the way she kept bossing him around and making him do these 
stupid things like wash her car.  He already knew from past experience 
that if he didn't do what she told him to, she'd tell lies about him to 
his dad and cost him his allowance at the least.  Reluctantly Tony put 
down his book and went out to wash her stupid car, knowing that it 
probably didn't even need it.  What was just as bad in Tony's mind was 
that she was only 12 years older than him.

Shaking his head, Tony started to get to work, thinking how he used to 
have a crush on her, and in a way still did.  She was gorgeous and Tony 
couldn't help but admiring her beauty.  Before the wedding he'd 
especially had a crush on her, but once she'd tied the knot with his dad 
and moved in, she revealed herself as the bitch she was.  At least to 
Tony she had.

With soapy rag in hand, Tony almost wished that she would carry through 
with the threat she'd made against him the week before.  After all, even 
boarding school might be better than having to deal with her all the 
time.  Sighing in self pity again, Tony started on her car.

 Stephanie waited until after Greg had gotten home and they all finished 
dinner before she was ready to try what she had planned.  While the 
housekeeper was in the kitchen doing dishes, and Tony was upstairs in 
his room, Stephanie walked up behind Greg, giving him a kiss.  Pulling 
back, she smiled at him, saying "Why don't you go and get comfortable in 
the living room and I'll bring you something to drink."  When Greg 
kissed her back and went into the living room, Stephanie smiled, knowing 
that now was the perfect time to act.

Walking to the kitchen, Stephanie filled a glass with some ice then 
headed straight for the liquor cabinet.  Pulling out the vial that she'd 
bought earlier that day, Stephanie looked at it for a moment, then 
pulled the stopper out of the top.  She sniffed it carefully, not 
smelling anything from the bottle.  For a moment she wondered if it 
might be just water, then decided that for five thousand dollars it 
couldn't be.  Hesitating for a moment, she considered that it might be a 
poison, but decided it couldn't be.  Still determined, she poured the 
contents of the vial into the glass, images of her having what she 
wanted filling her head.   Carefully she lifted the glass, seeing the 
trace amount of liquid in the bottom, looking sort of like water, but 
with a somewhat oily appearance.  Shrugging, she poured the glass full 
of bourbon, then used a twizzler to ensure it was mixed.

Stephanie held the glass in her hand, glancing briefly at the empty vial 
and remembering what that old man had told her. That she would have to 
drink from it as well as Greg.  She wasn't sure that she liked the idea 
of touching the stuff herself, but she suspected that she'd have to 
follow the instructions completely for this to work.

Feeling a little nervous about what she was going to do, Stephanie went 
over to her purse, pulling out her pack of Virginia Slims.  Absently, 
she lit herself a cigarette  enjoying its calming influence as she blew 
the smoke out.  With her courage built up, Stephanie picked up the glass 
and brought it into the living room, adding a suggestive swagger to her 
walk once she was in sight of Greg.

Greg smiled up at her, and Stephanie thought that she was rather lucky 
that he wasn't anything like his son Tony.   Instead of being small and 
scrawny like his son, Greg was just over 6 feet and decently filled out. 
Stephanie thought he could have a little more muscle, but she wasn't 
complaining yet.

Stephanie stopped just in front of Greg, smiling pleasantly at him, then 
taking a deep drink from the bourbon.  It went down as smooth as bourbon 
generally did for her, though it wasn't her favorite drink. However Greg 
liked it, and for these purposes that was all that mattered.  She was 
even pleased that she didn't taste anything unusual with it as it went 
down her throat.  "Mmmmm. Good."  Stephanie said seductively, taking 
another drag from her cigarette as she handed the glass to Greg.  
Snubbing her cigarette out in the ashtray, she watched Greg in 
anticipation.

Just as Greg was bringing the glass up to his lips, the phone rang in 
the next room.  Sighing, Greg set the drink down on the coffee table and 
went to answer the phone, much to Stephanie's annoyance.  Curiously she 
followed after Greg, wanting to know just what was so important that it 
interfered in her plans.

Impatiently Stephanie waited for Greg to finish his conversation on the 
phone, which by the expression on his face she knew wasn't good news. As 
he put the receiver down, Greg turned to her sighing, then said "I've 
got to go.  They need me at the office to clarify something, and I won't 
be back for a couple hours."  Stephanie gasped, trying to hide her great 
annoyance at her plans delays.  She calmly accepted the kiss on the 
cheek as he started to walk towards the door.

Going out to the car with Greg, Stephanie said goodbye and glared at him 
with irritation as he drove off down the driveway.  "Damn"  she cursed, 
knowing that she'd have to find another opportunity to finish what she'd 
started.

 Feeling somewhat cramped in his room at the moment, Tony put his book 
down and decided to see what his dad was doing.  He smiled to himself, 
remembering how his dad and him used to go camping together, and wishing 
that they still did stuff like that.  Having made his mind up, Tony went 
downstairs to find his dad.

Walking into the living room, he noticed that no one was there and was 
about to check the next room when something caught his eye.  Shaking his 
head Tony picked up the nearly half empty glass of bourbon, wishing that 
his dad and Stephanie would clean up after themselves more.  Tony 
chuckled to himself, realizing how ironic that thought was. 
Unfortunately though, he knew that either Mrs. Lewis, their housekeeper 
or himself always got stuck doing it for them.

Carrying the glass to the kitchen, Tony found that it was empty, though 
already cleaned up.  "I guess Mrs. Lewis went home already."  he 
muttered to himself.  Shrugging, he was about to pour the contents of 
the glass down the drain, then hesitated.  Feeling a little guilty, Tony 
looked to make sure no one was watching, then drank the glass himself. 
After all, it was only a little bit and he was curious what it tasted 
like.

Tony coughed as he swallowed it, finding the liquid burning as it went 
down his throat, though oddly pleasant as well in the way it left his 
stomach feeling warm.  Wincing at the taste, then smiling to himself 
over his warm belly, Tony put the glass into the sink and started back 
towards his room.

 Before Tony got to his room though, Stephanie intercepted him, pissed 
off look on her face.  Tony wasn't sure how she could still look so 
pretty even when angry.  "Get out of my way you freakish brat." she 
snapped at Tony, pushing him aside.

"Hey, watch it."  Tony growled back, not at all happy about being 
insulted or pushed around by this woman.  Stephanie turned back to face 
Tony, then got a nasty look on her face.

"Watch how you talk to me" She snarled at Tony, pushing one of her 
fingers towards his chest, backing him into a wall.  "I'm your step mom 
and if you don't give me the respect I deserve,  I'm going to see to it 
that you go to military school where they can teach you right."

Tony gulped, not liking this. First she was threatening him with 
boarding school, now military school.  He was about to say something 
back when she continued with a nasty leer, "But I doubt if even they 
could make a man out of you."

Furious at the way he was being treated, Tony snarled back, "At least 
I'm not some stuck up snobby bitch"

Stephanie flared at Tony with a look that would kill, ice seeming to 
form in her veins. Quickly she slapped Tony hard across the face, 
knocking him to the ground with her forceful blow.  "If you ever fuck 
with me again" she snarled, grabbing the back of Tony's hair and 
yanking, "I'll cut your balls off.  I'm going to have a little talk with 
your dad  when he gets back, and make damn sure that you're not going to 
be around this house anymore."  With that Stephanie let loose of Tony's 
hair and stormed off.

Tony winced at the pain in his scalp still, tears forming in his eyes. 
Carefully, he reached over and picked up his glasses from where they'd 
fallen when he'd been knocked down and put them back on.  Feeling angry 
and humiliated, Tony stood back up, rubbing the nasty scratch on his 
cheek from where Stephanie's ring had torn him, then looking at the 
blood on his fingers.

Damn, he hated her.  And Tony knew that she would end up convincing his 
dad that he'd done something horribly wrong like trying to rape her, and 
he'd end up in deep shit.  Tony shuddered at that, knowing that if it 
was his word against hers, he wouldn't't want to bet on the outcome.

Tony glared in the direction Stephanie had stormed off too. When she'd 
hit him, he wanted so much to hit her back, but knew that he couldn't. 
It wasn't that she was a little bigger than him, but that he couldn't 
bring himself to hit a woman.  No matter how much he wanted to.  Any 
kind of physical violence was normally out repulsive to him, but that 
would have been even worse.  Instead, he just had to take it, hoping 
that somehow he could convince his dad of the truth.  Knowing that it 
wasn't likely, Tony finished going back to his room, locking the door 
behind him.

He was absolutely furious and wanted to lash out at something. Slowly, 
he tried to relax, making himself calm down.  It surprised him just how 
quickly he lost his feelings of anger.  At just  how tired he suddenly 
was.  Yawning, Tony felt exhaustion start overtaking his body.  Though 
he tried to keep himself awake, it didn't  work well.  He couldn't 
understand just why he was suddenly so tired, not having done anything 
unusual during the day.   Giving in the great weariness that was 
overcoming him, Tony crawled into bed and fell asleep as soon  as his 
head hit the pillow.

 Part 2 of 4

 When Tony woke up, he was vaguely aware that someone was moving on his 
bed, and absently thought to himself that it must be his dad coming to 
check on him.  Still being over half asleep and far too tired to get up, 
Tony didn't even bother opening his eyes, instead letting himself drift 
back to sleep.

Later, he woke up again, this time feeling a little more clear headed. 
At first Tony didn't want to open his eyes and face the day, but 
something was pushing uncomfortably into his chest.  Thinking that his 
blankets were bunched up Tony rolled over from his side onto his back, 
stretching his arms out.  As he did this, several things struck him as 
odd.

Not quite sure what was going on, Tony realized though that his arms 
didn't go over the edges of he bed in the same way as normal. If he 
didn't know better, he'd swear that he was in a bigger bed than he went 
to sleep in.  Something else was wrong as well, though Tony couldn't 
quite put his finger on just what that was.

Tony nervously opened his eyes and sat up, only to be confronted with a 
shock. Somehow, he was in his dad's bedroom.  When he looked down, 
trying to figure out why, he was faced with a greater shock. a pair of 
woman's breasts pushing out from his chest.  Absently he realized that 
the weight on his chest was what had felt wrong, and now he knew why.

Horrified, but at the same time curious, Tony climbed out of bed, 
looking body.  Holding his hands in front of himself, he saw small 
slender fingers with well manicured and long fingernails. A gold ring 
adorned one of his fingers, diamonds on it glinting faintly in the 
available light.  Gulping, Tony immediately realized that somehow he 
seemed to have woken up in Stephanie's body.  He knew that it wasn't 
possible, and therefore it must not be.  The only explanation he could 
think of was that he was dreaming.  That was the only thing that made 
any sense.

Since Tony knew that he was dreaming, he felt his panic subsiding.  He 
wondered just how come this dream seemed so realistic, but remembered 
that he'd heard about things like this before.  Or at least about dreams 
that seemed so real that the people could barely tell that they were 
dreams.  Smiling to himself, Tony decided that this was the answer. He'd 
never had a dream like that before, so was starting to look forward to 
what this dream would bring.

As Tony stood up, feeling his breasts jiggling on his chest, he realized 
that this dream didn't seem about to change just yet. Wondering why he 
seemed to look like Stephanie in his dream, Tony grabbed his breasts, 
gasping at just how real it felt.  He could feel his fingers digging 
into the soft but firm flesh.

Since he'd never seen a naked woman before, and this was only a dream, 
Tony decided to explore his dream body, finding out what he could about 
it.  Chuckling to himself, he was only faintly surprised to hear it 
sound so feminine.

Carefully he looked at his nipples, which were much darker than his 
normally were, and a lot bigger.  Touching one, he found that it seemed 
incredibly sensitive.  Turning away from his chest, Tony couldn't resist 
looking at his crotch.  As he put a hand between his legs, it felt so 
strange not to have something there.

Feeling embarrassed, Tony started to look at it more closely, telling 
himself that he shouldn't be since he was only dreaming.  That didn't 
help too much, though his curiosity easily overcame his embarrassment 
and discomfort over the strangeness.  There seemed to be a soft mound 
there, with a bit of a slit in it.  Gently, Tony rubbed a finger along 
the soft folds of skin, gasping at the feeling.  He couldn't  believe 
how sensitive that was.

Noticing all the hair around his pubic area, Tony couldn't help but 
chuckling.  Stephanie was NOT a natural blonde.  At least not in that 
dream she wasn't, Tony thought amused.  He thought that it  was 
definitely a funny detail to have in a dream, but shook it off, 
reminding himself that it was only a dream.

Tony was curious why this wasn't like the other wet dreams he'd had 
about Stephanie.  About why he seemed to be her in it rather than having 
sex with her.  Shrugging, he thought that since this was only a dream, 
he might as well play along with it and see where it leads him.  Having 
made up his mind, Tony started towards the private bathroom attached to 
the room.

Tony washed himself and got out of the shower quickly, wanting to 
explore his dream body a little more, but not knowing just how much 
longer the dream would last.  After drying himself off, Tony went into 
Stephanie's closet, pulling out some of her clothes.  He thought it was 
strange just how realistic this dream was, and was once again starting 
to get nervous, but quickly forced that down.

Since it was only a dream, Tony dressed up in one of the skirts that 
he'd found, chuckling at that and knowing that he'd never try something 
like that on in real life.  Even if that had actually happened to him. 
He had some trouble with the bra, but managed to get it on without as 
much trouble as he thought he would have if it hadn't been a dream.  He 
couldn't resist one last pinch of his nipples though before he put it 
on.  Carefully he slid on a shirt that showed off his figure, and 
grinned at himself in the mirror. It certainly looked like Stephanie in 
there.  Shaking his head in amazement, Tony thought that this was 
definitely the most realistic dream he'd ever had.

Once Tony had finished dressing, he looked at all the shoes in the 
closet, choosing a pair of high heels.  "I might as well do this all the 
way" he said to himself cheerfully.  Humming to himself, Tony slid the 
shoes on, then stood up, finding the balance different than he'd 
expected.  Relaxing though, he started walking around the room in them 
with greater ease after each passing second.  Chuckling to himself, Tony 
said "This proves that it's a dream. No way would I ever be able to walk 
in high heels in real life."

Tony was about to leave the bedroom and explore the rest of his dream, 
when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.  Stopping, he looked 
closer thinking that something seemed to be missing. It took him several 
seconds before he remembered the makeup.  Feeling rather embarrassed, 
Tony sat down at Stephanie's makeup table, looking over everything 
arrayed there and shaking his head in confusion.

Seeing her jewelry box, he thought that maybe he should start simpler so 
pulled out a pair of ear rings, a delicate watch and a slender necklace, 
putting them on.  Once he'd done that he looked at the makeup again, 
wondering just what he needed to do.  Picking up one of the jars, he 
looked at it in curiosity, setting it down in front of him.  Tony was 
about to give up on that project, but knew that he had to at least try 
it if he was going to go along with his dream.

Sighing, he started applying the makeup, afraid that he was going to 
botch it badly.  However as he was applying it, his hands seemed to 
almost take on a life of their own, putting it on him careful. When he 
was finished, he gasped at the results in the mirror, seeing that it 
looked to be an experienced makeup job.  Knowing that he'd never be able 
to do anything like that in real life removed the last of Tony's doubts 
about this being a dream.

Smiling, Tony blew a kiss at the mirror, deciding to explore the rest of 
his dream.

Going downstairs, Tony wondered where everyone was, then chuckled, 
thinking again how realistic things were.  If the dream was following 
reality, like it seemed to be, with the one exception being himself, 
Tony knew that his dad would have to be at work, and Mrs. Lewis wouldn't 
have arrived yet.

Humming to himself, Tony slowly went around the house, amazed at just 
how much detail was in this dream.  When he got to the door of his own 
room, he hesitated for a moment, the carefully tried to open it, only to 
find that it was locked.  Shrugging, he thought that was for the best, 
thinking that if he had managed to open it, that the dream would 
probably end and he'd wake up.

As Tony went back downstairs again, he thought that other than his being 
so different, the dream was rather boring. He wondered if maybe that 
meant his subconscious was trying to tell him something, though he 
certainly had no idea just what.  Maybe it was just trying to get him to 
see things from Stephanie's point of view, though that didn't make much 
sense to him either.  But then again, Tony knew that dreams didn't have 
to make any sense.

Going back to the living room, Tony sat down on the couch and started 
massaging his breasts, just wanting to enjoy the feel. They felt so odd 
to him, and though Tony suspected that this was all just his imagination 
and that the real thing probably wouldn't feel that way, he couldn't 
help but like it.  Absently, he began to rub at his crotch through the 
skirt he was wearing as well, finding that it felt rather interesting. 
Before it went too far though, Tony pulled his hands away, not knowing 
why, but feeling rather embarrassed.  And suspecting that as soon as he 
had an orgasm, he would wake up all sticky in his bed.  He wasn't quite 
ready to end his dream just yet.

Ignoring the strong temptation to explore his body further, Tony got up 
and started to walk through the house again, wondering if maybe he might 
have missed something earlier.  He smiled as he walked, finding the 
slight bobbing of his breasts with each step rather distracting, though 
not in an unpleasant way.  Walking in the high heels amused him as well, 
especially with the ease he was doing it.  They made the whole way he 
walked seem different. It was like his whole rear end was swaying a bit 
with each step, though he wasn't sure if that was from having the wider 
hips instead.  Maybe some mixture of both, he suspected.

When Tony stepped into the room with the liquor cabinet, he leaned 
against it for a moment, wondering if he should try something to drink. 
He remembered the stuff he'd drunk the night before, and wondered if 
that was what made him dream this.  Tony thought about it for a minute, 
and decided that the unfamiliar alcohol must have been what was causing 
such a vivid dream.  With that, he wasn't sure he wanted to try anymore 
at the moment, though he did feel tempted.

Just as Tony was debating with himself over having a drink, something 
else caught his eye.  Turning his head, Tony saw Stephanie's purse set 
off to the side, with a pack of cigarettes on the counter next to it. 
Somewhat hesitantly, Tony picked up the pack of Virginia Slims and just 
stared at them.

Stephanie only smoked a couple times a day as far as Tony knew, though 
he knew he could be wrong about that.  Holding the cigarettes in his 
hands, he looked down at his breasts and smiled.  "What the hell?" Tony 
muttered, deciding that since he was dreaming that he was Stephanie, he 
might as well go with the flow. Besides, it was only a dream.

Tony pulled out a cigarette and put it between his lips, while at the 
same time reaching for the lighter.  Hesitating for only a second, he 
cupped the flame in his hand, lifting it to the end of the cigarette. 
Putting the lighter down, Tony gently sucked in, feeling the warm smoke 
filling his mouth and being drawn down into his lungs.  He was slightly 
startled to realize that it didn't feel rough like he would have 
expected or hurt in any way.  It didn't even taste bad, which he 
shouldn't be surprised at since he knew he was dreaming.

Licking his lips gently, Tony held the cigarette between his fingers, 
staring at it, then blowing the smoke back out.  Smiling to himself, 
Tony watched the smoke floating in the air, then took another puff from 
the cigarette, finding it oddly comforting.

Beginning to feel a little good, Tony started walking towards the 
kitchen with the cigarette smoldering between his fingers, held in the 
same manner he'd seen Stephanie use.  Once again Tony looked through the 
kitchen, trying to see if anything looked worth eating.  When nothing 
caught his eye, just stood and stared out the window as he finished 
smoking the cigarette.

After he'd finished the cigarette, Tony went back to the living room 
then stopped as his eyes fell across the piano that Stephanie had 
brought in when she'd married his dad.  Tony smiled to himself, walking 
over to the piano and gently running his hand over it.  He didn't know 
how to play, and as far as he knew, didn't have any musical talent at 
all.  Tony had always envied people who could play instruments for their 
ability to  make beautiful music.

Carefully Tony sat down at the piano, imagining himself playing it. Then 
he chuckled to himself, remembering that this was only a dream and that 
you could do anything in dreams.  Gently he put his fingers on the keys, 
once again noticing how nice and manicured they looked.  How feminine.  
Trying to keep himself more focused, Tony began to push the keys, making 
just noise at first.  As he began to relax, his fingers once again 
almost seemed to take on a life of their own, knowing just which keys to 
press.

Slowly and hesitantly at first, then more confidently, Tony began to 
play.  He amazed himself with how good the music sounded, knowing that 
he'd never be able to do such a great job in real life.  He didn't know 
where it was coming from, but he let his fingers have their way, doing 
what felt natural.   As he played, he found it easier and a little more 
natural, almost as if he actually knew what he was doing.

Tony delighted himself by playing for awhile, then finally pulled 
himself away from the piano, breathing rapidly from the excitement. 
Joyously, he decided that maybe it was time to end this dream and wake 
up.  Wanting to do it all on a good note, he hurried back upstairs to 
his dad's bedroom, then stripped himself naked before hopping onto the 
bed, hands already massaging his breasts.

The feelings he received from his breasts amazed him, especially from 
those very large and sensitive nipples.  Tony's nipples hardened between 
his fingers, feeling even better to him. As he slid a hand between his 
legs, he felt that he was getting wet there.  Taking his time, Tony kept 
masturbating with his new body, feeling the sexual tension building 
until finally it exploded in an orgasm that sent waves of pleasure 
through his body.

Sitting up again, Tony wondered why he hadn't woken up.  He smiled at 
the warm pleasure and how good he still felt, but was confused about why 
his dream hadn't ended.  Feeling a little nervous, though refusing to 
admit it to himself, Tony cleaned himself off and put the clothes back 
on.

Once again the idea passed through Tony's mind that what if it wasn't a 
dream?  What if this was real somehow?   Shaking his head, he reminded 
himself that it couldn't be.  In real life he wouldn't be able to walk 
in high heels or know how to put on makeup, much less play the piano. 
No, it had to be a dream. Convinced again, Tony knew that he needed to 
find something else to do before he woke up.  As tempting as it was to 
just dream about masturbating until then, he wasn't sure he wanted to. 
There might be something else that he needed to see in his dream.

Tony thought about it for a few minutes and decided to leave the house. 
After going downstairs and grabbing Stephanie's purse, making sure he 
put the cigarettes back in it first, he went outside to her car.  Just 
as he was about to open the door, Tony got an idea. "Why drive when I 
can fly?" he asked himself.

Concentrating, he imagined himself flying, and jumped up, only to jump 
no more than normal.  He tried it several more times, trying various 
things.  "Up up and away"  he said hopefully.  Still nothing.  Sighing, 
Tony decided that this dreams following reality was going just a little 
too far.  "What's the good of dreaming of you can't fly in it?"

Sighing, Tony pulled the keys out of the purse and sat in the front seat 
of Stephanie's Mercedes.  He looked at the steering wheel and the stick 
shift, hesitating a bit as he put the key into the ignition.  He'd 
watched his dad drive quite often so had a good idea how to do things. 
Tony was fairly confident that he could make due in an automatic, but 
this was a stick shift, and wasn't completely sure could manage.  Then 
he laughed at  himself, reminding him that this was a dream and that it 
would come to him like with the piano.

After the engine had started, Tony said "Well, here goes nothing."  And 
tried to move the car, only to have it jerk, then die on him.  Pursing 
his lips together, he started it up again.  This time he relaxed, trying 
to do what he'd done while playing the piano, letting his body just do 
it.  This time it worked and the car started moving smoothly.

Feeling greatly pleased with himself, Tony decided that since he was 
dreaming he was Stephanie, he might as well do what she'd do, and go 
shopping.  With his mind made up to take advantage of this opportunity, 
Tony pulled out of the driveway, completely unaware of someone else 
waking up inside the house, and screaming.

 Part 3 of 4

 As Tony was driving, it got easier and easier for him to control the 
car as he learned to control it more consciously rather than just by 
letting his hands and feet do the work for him.  Pleased with himself, 
Tony wasn't even bothered much when he got lost several times. 
Eventually he managed to find his way to where he was going and parked 
the car in front of the expensive store.  Smiling to himself, Tony 
checked his makeup in the car's mirror, amused that it felt so natural 
to do so.  Once that was done, he went into the store.

Inside the store, a Saleslady greeted Tony, calling him Mrs. Miller and 
acting as if she knew him.  Or knew Stephanie, he realized.  Curious, 
Tony went with the saleslady and told her that he was just looking for 
the moment. She seemed to accept that, suggesting that he check out the 
lingerie first. Tony smiled at that. Normally lingerie was one of those 
forbidden things for him. Something that he was never allowed to see. 
Now he not only got to look at as much as he wanted, but was wearing it 
as well.  Absently he hoped that this dream didn't mean he wanted to be 
a cross-dresser.

Over the next several hours, Tony tried on several types of lingerie, 
deciding to buy several very revealing pieces.  Since he was convinced 
that he was only dreaming, Tony didn't care how much money he spent. 
After all, it wasn't real.  With that in mind, he tried on several 
dresses, skirts and other outfits, pulling a number of them off to the 
side to buy.  The sales lady went with Tony, helping him the entire 
time.  Finally he was finished, feeling rather tired from the long time 
he'd spent just trying on different clothes.

Going to the front to buy the clothes, he waited until the sales lady 
told him how much it would be, then handed her one of the credit cards 
that he'd found in the purse.  She didn't hesitate to take it from Tony, 
which only made him smile.  A minute later, she asked Tony to sign 
something, handing him a pen.  Just before Tony was about to sign his 
name, he reminded himself that he'd have to use Stephanie's  name, 
though he wasn't sure if it would really matter in the dream.  As he 
signed Stephanie's name to the paper, he wasn't even startled to see 
that it came out smooth and flowing, just like Stephanie's handwriting. 
His own handwriting wasn't bad, but it wasn't that. At least not 
normally.

Pleased with himself, Tony left the store as the sales lady said "Come 
back again Mrs. Miller."   Looking at the watch on his wrist, Tony 
realized that it was lunch time, and that he was beginning to feel a 
little hungry.  Looking around quickly, he noticed a small cafe just a 
couple doors down and went to it.

After a small sandwich, Tony sat back enjoying the wine he'd ordered. 
Tony couldn't resist ordering a glass of wine when he saw that they sold 
it with lunch, and was thrilled when they gave it to him with no 
problems.  Taking another sip of the wine, he thought that it actually 
tasted rather nice.  Since he was already finished eating, Tony lit 
himself another cigarette, thinking that he should do this right. 
Blowing the smoke out and taking another sip from the wine, he thought 
that this was actually rather interesting and somewhat fun.

When Tony had finished, he checked his watch again, realizing suddenly 
how much time he seemed to have spent in the dream.  He knew that time 
didn't run the same in dreams, but still, it made him nervous.  Tony 
decided that he'd better get back home, having a feeling that something 
was wrong but refusing to acknowledge it.

Tony hurried home, finding his way much easier than hen he'd left.  As 
he pulled into the driveway, he saw that Mrs. Lewis was there to start 
cleaning the house.   This struck him as odd, not in that she was there 
since she usually was around lunch, but that his dream was too real. 
Leaving his bags of clothes in the car, he went to the door, and walked 
in.

"Hi, Mrs. Miller" Tony heard Mrs. Lewis call to him as he went into the 
kitchen.  After saying "hi" back, Tony went into the living room still 
feeling as if something was wrong.  He knew that this was far too 
realistic for a dream, and was beginning to have his doubts again. 
Doubts that he once again tried forcing down, refusing to believe 
something as strange as this could happen in real life.  Tony hadn't 
believed in magic since his Mom had died 5 years earlier, and wasn't 
about to change his mind now.  No, dreaming was the only explanation 
that made sense, even as strained as that explanation was becoming.

Nervously Tony looked around, only to suddenly find himself being pushed 
back without warning.  Regaining his balance, Tony gasped, seeing 
himself  angrily standing there.  "Give me back my body!"  Tony's other 
self screamed at him, a look of hatred in his eyes, and hands clenched 
into fists.

Tony stared, mouth open at the 13 year old kid in front of him, who was 
a bit shorter than him, especially since he was also wearing high heels. 
"What the....?" Tony asked, confused by his doppleganger.

The other Tony screamed again, "Give me back my body!", then hit Tony, 
catching him in the stomach and making him bend over.  Gasping, Tony 
tried standing straight again, realizing that he hurt.  This couldn't be 
a dream.  Horrified, Tony realized that this was real. That this was 
happening.  Apparently his confusion and horror was visible on his face, 
as the other Tony backed up a little.

"My God," Tony muttered, still holding his stomach, "it's real.  It's 
not a dream."  Then Tony stared at his other self, hesitantly asking 
"Stephanie?  Is that you?"

Stephanie snapped back, "You know damn well it is you punk.  Now give me 
back my body!"

"I......I didn't take it."  Tony stuttered, still shocked to realize 
that this was real.  "I woke up like this.  I thought I was just 
dreaming."  At the look on Stephanie's, or actually Tony's old face, he 
realized that she might have some idea of what was going on.  Carefully, 
Tony reminded himself that he'd been like that all day and had managed 
fine.  He felt a little embarrassed at some of the things he'd done, but 
shrugged that off.  Whatever this was obviously hadn't really hurt them. 
Tony realized that things could defintitey have been much worse.

Feeling much calmer and self controlled, Tony asked her directly, "What 
happened?"

Stephanie turned to walk away without answering, but Tony grabbed her 
arm and insisted "Tell me!"

"I just got real tired last night and went to bed."  Stephanie said, 
sniffing a little, "And I woke up this morning like this."  Tony nodded. 
That sounded just like what had happened to him, but it didn't make any 
sense. Why did it happen to them?   Something didn't sound right, and 
Tony glared at her, asking what else.  Stephanie hesitated, then started 
to look a little more angry than afraid.  "Wait till I tell your dad" 
She snapped, "Then I'll get my body back, and you'll be sent to military 
school."

Tony looked at her. She was obviously hiding something.  Before Tony 
could say anything else, Mrs. Lewis came in, then looked at Stephanie 
saying "I've got your laundry done and sitting on your bed Tony."  Then 
she smiled at Tony, which looked a little forced.  Tony knew that Mrs. 
Lewis wasn't very fond of Stephanie, and for good reason.  Stephanie was 
always a little insulting or patronizing towards her.  Now he seemed to 
be stuck with that dislike, "And what would you like for dinner, Mrs. 
Miller?"  Tony felt himself blush a little bit, finding it rather odd to 
have somebody else thinking he was Stephanie.  It was different earlier 
when he thought it was a dream, but he forced himself to smile back and 
told her that he'd think about it.

When Mrs. Lewis left the room again, Tony turned to Stephanie.  "Do you 
really think that Dad will believe you.  As far as he'll be concerned, I 
am his wife, and you'll be his son."  Tony looked Stephanie in the eye, 
then forced a smile, "Think about that.  We can't tell him what happened 
or he'll think we're both nuts."  Stephanie looked pale suddenly, and 
Tony walked away, leaving her there worried.  Smiling to himself, he 
knew that she'd tell him what else she knew about what had happened. 
Stephanie wouldn't have much other choice.

For the next several hours, Tony mostly avoided Stephanie, and when he 
did run into her, he smiled and said "You know, military academy might 
not be so bad."   He loved the way she paled when he said that.  Tony 
liked having the shoe on the other foot for a change.  He knew that 
Stephanie absolutely hated being stuck as him and didn't want to spend a 
minute more like that than possible.  Tony on the other hand had already 
become rather comfortable where he was. He certainly didn't want to stay 
as Stephanie, especially not when he thought about what that would mean 
between him and his dad, but he didn't mind being her either.  It was 
better than being picked on by everyone, he thought.  Smiling to 
himself, he thought he'd let her stew for awhile, then find out what she 
knew and if it could be reversed.  Tony hoped it could be.

When Tony's dad came home, Tony felt slightly embarrassed to be seen, 
but refused to let it show.  Instead he smiled at his dad, saying "Hi 
da...um Greg"  He corrected himself, "How was work today?"

Tony's dad came over, and kissed Tony on the cheek, making him feel 
rather odd, then said "It was all right. We managed to close the Olsen 
deal and finish a few things up."  With that, they both went into the 
dining room for dinner.

Tony's dad pulled a chair out for him so he could sit down, which Tony 
thought was rather strange though nice.  He rather liked the attention 
that his dad was showing him, usually just being ignored instead.   Mrs. 
Lewis brought the dinner in, setting the rest of it on the table, and 
Tony smiled thinking that it looked good.  He smiled even more when he 
saw the way Stephanie was glaring at him.

Throughout dinner, Tony had to remind himself to use the proper manners 
and to be careful with his long fingernails since he wasn't very 
experienced with them.  However, like his earlier experiences, it 
quickly became extremely easy for him.  Stephanie on the other hand kept 
looking up at him and glaring, which Tony thought looked rather out of 
place on his face.

Stephanie looked at her already emptied plate, then looked towards Greg, 
asking "Can you pass me the potatoes, Greg?"

Tony's dad looked at her sharply, "Since when did you start calling me 
Greg?"

Looking uncomfortable, Stephanie said "I'm sorry....dad." Tony smiled to 
himself as he watched her looking in her plate, humiliated at being 
corrected.   Then she looked up and saw the look on Tony's face, and 
suddenly got angry, snarling at him "What the fuck is so funny?"

Tony watched his dad pale, then reminded himself sharply that he'd have 
to think of him as Greg until he changed back, just to avoid mistakes. 
Greg glared sharply at Stephanie, then stood up. "Don't you talk to your 
step mother that way young man!" He almost yelled.  "Now, go to your 
room." Tony was amazed to see the look of anger and hatred on his old 
face as Stephanie stood up and sharply turned around, walking out.

"I'm sorry for that."  Greg apologized to Tony.  Forcing a smile, Tony 
put a hand on his dads, saying that it was all right.  Things were 
definitely getting interesting, Tony thought as he looked in the 
direction Stephanie had gone.

As he finished with dinner, Tony knew that he'd have to keep up 
appearances until they could change back.  He didn't want his dad, Greg 
he reminded himself, to notice anything out of the ordinary.  Sitting 
back, Tony eyed the purse, thinking about the cigarettes inside. 
Stephanie usually smoked one of them shortly after dinner, though Tony 
was sure that he could get away without.  Still, he'd already smoked a 
couple times earlier when he'd thought he was only dreaming, so shrugged 
to himself and thought "Why not?"  It wasn't as if he hadn't done it 
already.

Tony got up and walked over to the purse on the counter, pulling the 
pack of cigarettes from it.  Without hesitating, he took a cigarette 
out, and lit it, sucking the smoke down.  Smiling to himself, Tony blew 
the smoke out, amused at how easy it was.  At how easy it had been so 
far to impersonate  Stephanie.

Greg walked over and gave Tony another kiss on the cheek, and they went 
into the living room, arm in arm.   Tony sat down on the couch, close to 
Greg and leaning up against him, just as Stephanie often did.  Quietly 
Tony smoked his cigarette, enjoying just being close to his dad. Somehow 
though, it didn't feel the same as it used to, but he still felt good to 
sit so close to him.

After awhile, Tony got up, wanting to go check on Stephanie and see if 
she was ready to tell him what she knew.  Going upstairs, he went 
straight for his room, knowing that was where Stephanie would be. 
Stopping at the door, he was about to open it, when he heard something 
from inside.

Carefully, he listened to what Stephanie was saying to herself.  "I'll 
kill that bastard as soon as get back. I'll send that twerp to military 
school in Alaska, and I'll kill that fucking old woman"   Tony gasped, 
realizing what she was saying.  Nervously, he listened to her rant for a 
few more minutes, saying how she should have just killed Tony's grandma 
in the first place instead of trusting  in magic potions.  Tony was 
horrified to hear her saying that she was going to rectify that as soon 
as she got back to normal.

Numb with shock, Tony quietly turned around and walked away from his 
room.  He'd known that Stephanie was a cruel, manipulative and self 
centered bitch, but he'd never thought she would try murdering his 
grandma. And after hearing the tone of her voice, Tony had no doubt that 
she would do it either.

Tony went back to the living room, silently thinking to himself. 
Wondering just what they could possibly do. He wasn't sure, but he sure 
as hell wasn't going to let that bitch kill his grandma.  No matter 
what.

 That night when it was time for bed, Tony felt rather uncomfortable 
going to sleep in the same bed as his dad, especially since Stephanie 
apparently liked to sleep naked.  Still, he had to try to keep up 
appearances, so ignoring Greg's advances and claiming a headache, he 
climbed into bed, pretending to fall asleep.

Tony felt a little guilty when he saw how disappointed Greg was, but he 
wasn't about to go all the way.  Maybe if he still thought he was 
dreaming he might have, but now that he knew it was real, he had no 
intentions of doing something like that.  Even so, as he laid there in 
bed with Greg's warm body pressed close to his, Tony could feel his body 
responding.  He could feel his nipples hardening and his groin getting 
wet.

Forcing himself to stay where he was, Tony tried to ignore the building 
temptation to turn over and start kissing Greg.  He knew that it was 
wrong, but his body was becoming aroused just by the close proximity to 
Greg.  Tony bit on his lip silently, trying to keep from playing with 
himself at the very least.  He wondered how could he be reacting this 
way?  How could he feel like this?

Then Tony realized that it was the same thing that had been happening 
all day.  His body was just responding the way it always did.  Even 
though Greg's mind was in it, the body still had all of Stephanie's 
muscle memories, reflexes and habits.  That was what had happened to him 
all day long.  Whenever he let the body's habits take over, they only 
got easier for him, and more natural as he acclimated to them.

Tony realized that it wasn't just walking around in high heels or 
playing the piano.  He had even started feeling so comfortable in that 
body that he hadn't noticed the breasts as much.  Hadn't noticed how 
differently he walked and moved.  He'd gotten so that it just felt 
natural.  It felt normal.  Tony told himself that his being aroused was 
just another example of this body's normal reactions being carried over 
to him, though that didn't make it go away.

Eventually Tony drifted off to sleep with these thoughts running through 
his head, and still feeling aroused.

 Part 4 of 4

 Tony woke up feeling very good. Something tickled between his legs, 
feeling very warm, and very nice.  Not sure what was going on, Tony just 
sighed, amazed at how good it felt.  Without thinking about it, he put a 
hand to one of his breasts and started rubbing, almost moaning at how 
good it felt.  Finally Tony opened his eyes, only to find that Greg's 
head was between his legs, licking  him.

Tony wanted to protest, knowing that this was wrong, but he couldn't 
bring himself to open his mouth. He felt too good. All he could do was 
moan as he was caught up in his pleasure, building until he orgasmed.

Gasping for air, Tony stayed where he was on the bed and soaking up the 
warm afterglow he felt.  Looking at Greg who was smiling pleasantly at 
him, while starting to get dressed, Tony found himself noticing things 
about Greg that he hadn't before.  He was smiling pleasantly while 
thinking about these things until he caught himself, and felt 
embarrassed.  Disgusted with himself, Tony tried to focus on something 
else, but couldn't help thinking how nice it was to the attention he 
normally lacked.

Greg smiled at Tony again, then said "I've got to make sure Tony gets 
off to school today.  He seems to have skipped it yesterday for some 
reason and I'll have to talk to him about that."  Tony wanted to say 
something back, but  just stayed where he was.

As Greg left the room, Tony remembered that he'd had some dreams the 
night before, though he couldn't recall what they were.  Smiling to 
himself, he remembered that they were rather nice though, but not as 
nice as what he'd just had.  Catching himself thinking of Greg again, 
Tony tried to turn over and go back to sleep, a smile still on his face.

When Tony got up again later, Greg was already gone to work.  And after 
going to his own bedroom, he found that Stephanie was gone as well, and 
assumed that she'd been forced to go to school in his place.   The 
thought of that brought a smile to Tony's face as he went about 
Stephanie's morning routine.

For most of the morning Tony tried on various outfits of Stephanie's and 
the things that he'd bought the day before.  Eventually though that 
bored him and he went downstairs.  Going to the living room, he slowly 
drank a glass of wine, having enjoyed it when he'd tried it the day 
before, and smoking a cigarette.

Shortly before Mrs. Lewis was supposed to arrive, Tony went to 
Stephanie's car, deciding to go for a drive.  He didn't have any idea 
where to, he just wanted to drive around while he was able to.

The rest of the day passed quickly for Tony as he went to several stores 
and even bought himself some jewelry, though he knew he wouldn't be able 
to wear the any of it after he changed back.  He shrugged, telling 
himself that it was Stephanie's money he'd spent, forgetting that it was 
Greg who would actually pay the bills.

Going back home, Tony waited for Stephanie to return from school.  He 
had a bad feeling about her and decided that he had to find out more 
about what caused their exchange. He already knew from overhearing her 
that it had something to do with a magic potion, which he was no longer 
willing to deny existed, but he wanted to know more.  Like where she got 
it and if it could be reversed.

Finally Stephanie came home, looking pissed off. Tony wasn't surprised, 
having expected it.  He thought it was hilarious that she'd have to go 
through all the shit he did at school on a daily basis, knowing how much 
she'd hate it.  She glared at him when she walked in, but kept her cool 
enough not to insult him. That actually impressed Tony a little, though 
not too much.

Since Tony was sure that she'd had enough, he looked around to make sure 
that Mrs. Lewis wasn't listening, then got straight to the point. "All 
right, tell me what you know."  he said simply.  Tony could see the 
conflict inside Stephanie as she debated on whether to fix things 
herself or whether she really needed his help.  She realized that she 
would probably need help, so finally told Tony.

Tony listened as Stephanie reluctantly told him about the store she'd 
bought the potion from, and how surprised she was at the results.   She 
told him that she'd gotten it as a love potion to use on Greg, but Tony 
rather doubted that.  Not unless it was supposed to turn Greg into her 
love slave.

Sighing, Tony knew that Greg wouldn't be back for at least an hour, and 
that was if he wasn't working late.  That would be perfect he decided. 
After telling Mrs. Lewis that they were going to run a quick errand, 
Tony went out to Stephanie's car, with her reluctantly following behind. 
Tony chuckled at how bad this must be for her, and especially at how 
hard she was working to keep from insulting him more, since she knew 
that she needed him to reverse things.

Once they got to the mall, Tony started following Stephanie as she tried 
finding the store that she'd bought the potion from. He wasn't quite 
sure he believed her claim that she didn't remember where in the mall 
the store was, but he didn't have much choice. It was either that or 
wander around aimlessly, though that thought appealed to him as well.

They found the store they were looking for almost immediately, which 
seemed to surprise Stephanie.  As they looked at the Spells R Us sign 
above the door, Stephanie muttered, "I was sure that this place was on 
the other side of the mall."

After hesitating for only a second, Tony followed Stephanie through the 
door.  Just as Tony stepped inside, a strange old man, dressed in some 
kind of robe appeared next to him, smiling.  "Hello Tony.  Stephanie." 
He nodded at her.  "I see that you failed to follow the instructions I 
gave you."

"What?"  Stephanie asked, looking angry, "You knew?"

"Of course I know."  The Old Man said calmly, "I am a wizard after all."

Tony looked at this strange old man, feeling a little unsure.  "Can you 
change us back?" he asked cautiously.   Then remembering that can and 
will are not the same thing, Tony rephrased his question, "Will you 
change us back?"

The Old Man smiled, "Clever boy."  Then he chuckled, "Or at the moment, 
Clever woman."  The Old Man scratched his chin as if thinking then, said 
"I gave you a fairly powerful elixir.  However, I do have a stronger 
version of it as well that should work."

"Well?"  Stephanie snapped impatiently, "Where is it?  This was not what 
I asked you for."

The Old Man glared at Stephanie, obviously not impressed with her. "If 
you would have followed my instructions, you would have gotten exactly 
what you asked for.  You asked to have complete control over Greg, being 
able to make decisions for him.  If you had become Greg, you would be 
able to."  Stephanie gasped.  The Old Man looked at Tony again, smiling 
faintly and saying "I'm sorry that you got caught up in this.  If it 
were just her I wouldn't bother."

Tony watched a little nervously as the Old Man went behind the counter 
and pulled out a wooden box.   Carefully the Old Man set the box down 
and opened it, pulling out a small green bottle.  "Here's the one." he 
muttered, closing the box up again.  "Here" the Old Man said, holding 
the bottle out to Tony, "This is a slightly stronger version of what I 
sold Stephanie.  It will work much quicker, but works the same way." 
Carefully Tony accepted the bottle, gently holding it, afraid of losing 
it or breaking it somehow.

"Um...thank you, sir." Tony said gratefully.  He wasn't sure exactly 
what it was or how to use it, but he could find out from Stephanie.

"You're welcome." The Old Man said with a smile.  After a quick glance 
at Stephanie, who seemed to be having a hard time keeping herself from 
interrupting, the Old Man continued, "You pour the contents into a cup 
of some liquid. It doesn't really matter what it is much, though I 
wouldn't recomend using some of those soft drinks.  Then both of you 
drink half of it.  After that, you'll switch back."

Tony thanked the Old Man again, then asked how much for it.  The Old Man 
chuckled, "For you, it's free."  Stephanie gasped, though the Old Man 
didn't seem to notice.  "There's only enough for one dose, and the 
effects will be permanent, so use it carefully."  Tony nodded in 
understanding, then gently put the bottle into his purse.  He certainly 
didn't want to lose that.

Feeling somewhat relieved, Tony left the store with Stephanie following 
right behind him. As soon as they were back out, Stephanie demanded that 
they go to the food court and get something to drink so that they could 
change back immediately.  Beginning to really get annoyed at Stephanie, 
Tony refused.  He thought that it  might be better to do something like 
that at home, where Stephanie wouldn't be able to just drive off and 
leave him, which he suspected she might do if they changed back at the 
mall.

The trip back home was rather uncomfortable for Tony since Stephanie 
kept glaring at him.  Fortunately, she knew not to push him until after 
they'd changed back.   That made Tony even more nervous.  He couldn't 
help but remember what he'd overheard her saying, and was already 
dreading what she'd do as soon as she was able.

The more Tony thought about it, the more convinced he became that he'd 
need to do something before they did manage to change back.  He wanted 
to make sure that his grandma was protected from the bitch, and make 
sure that Greg wouldn't be fooled by her again.  Unfortunately, the only 
answer Tony could come up with was to do something horrible before they 
changed back so that she'd get the blame.   He didn't think that he 
could make himself do something like that.

When they arrived and went inside, Tony saw that Greg was back so they'd 
have to delay their return to normal for a little longer.  Tony was 
relieved at that since it gave him a little more time to find something 
to solve his problem. He knew that he could refuse to change back, and 
that would stop Stephanie's plans, but he didn't want to do that.

All through dinner Stephanie kept glaring at Tony, which spoiled his 
appetite some.  Greg on the other hand was very polite to Tony, and 
quite willing to talk.  Tony couldn't help but enjoy the attention, 
almost wishing that he could keep it up. It reminded him of how he used 
to spend more time with Greg before Stephanie showed up.

Sighing to himself, Tony realized how much he missed those days. Back 
when they'd go camping and do things together.  Instead of that though, 
now Greg usually ignored him, and he didn't even have any friends at 
school.  The attention he was getting now only made Tony realize just 
how lonely he had been before.  Sadly, Tony knew that he'd have to trade 
back with Stephanie soon, or he might get too tempted not to.

After dinner, Tony found himself cuddling up next to Greg again on the 
couch, much to Stephanie's very obvious disgust.  Tony promised himself 
that as soon as he was able to get some time alone with Stephanie he'd 
change back.  He was still wary of what would happen, but knew that he'd 
better do it soon.

Just as Tony was getting comfortable, the front doorbell rang.  Mrs. 
Lewis, who was standing at the entrance to the living room sighed. "I 
was just about to go home."  Looking at Greg, she added, "I'll get the 
door while I'm going out.  See you tomorrow." Waving at Greg, Mrs. Lewis 
left the room.

A minute later, Tony was pleased to see his grandma walk into the room, 
though she did seem to be moving rather slowly.  Tony smiled politely at 
her, and was disappointed when she scowled at him slightly. He knew that 
she didn't like Stephanie, but still felt saddened that she didn't like 
him now.  First Mrs. Lewis, and now his grandma.  Tony knew that he'd 
have to change back, just to get back on their good sides.

Tony listened while his grandma sat next to Greg and walked with him. He 
didn't feel like part of the conversation so just tried not to be 
noticed.  Sighing, Tony realized that since Greg was busy, he might as 
well do what he knew he had to.  Getting up, he went into the kitchen 
and made a cup of tea, carefully pouring the contents of the green 
bottle into it.

As Tony was stirring the tea, he heard the phone ring for a few seconds 
before it was answered.  Shrugging, he gently picked up the cup, not 
wanting to spill any of it.  Taking his time, he started to walk back 
out, only to have Greg suddenly rush up to him and kiss him on the 
cheek. "Sorry honey, but the office called," Greg apologized, "and I've 
got to go in for about an hour."  With that, Greg rushed out, leaving 
Tony a little confused, but at the same time relieved. At least he 
wouldn't be around for the switch.

Carrying the tea to the  living room, Tony noticed that his grandma was 
still there, slowly getting ready to leave.  After setting the tea down 
on the coffee table, Tony was starting to head up to grab Stephanie, 
when he realized that his grandma had just picked it up.  "NO!"  he 
gasped out, just seconds to late.

"What's wrong?"  his grandma asked, putting the tea back down.  Tony 
could only stare at it in horror.  It was ruined.  If he touched it now, 
he'd trade with his grandma. That was something he definitely didn't 
want to do.  Tony gulped, and was about to say something more, when he 
heard something.

Turning quickly, he gasped, seeing Stephanie walking into the room, with 
Greg's gun in hand. Pointed right at them.  "What's the meaning of 
this?"  his grandma asked, obviously confused as to why the person she 
thought was her grandson was holding a gun on her.

Stephanie sneered, then shifted her glasses. "I want my body back, now!" 
She demanded, holding the gun straight at Tony's grandma. "I don't want 
to hurt my own body, but if I happen to shoot her before we switch back, 
you'll get the blame."  She stopped, then a big smile formed on her 
lips.  "Actually," she said, "that's a good idea. I kill the old lady, 
you get the blame, and I get my body back and the money."  Tony gasped.

"Now where's the bottle?"  Stephanie asked.

Tony gulped, realizing what he needed to do.  "I already got made it up 
so we could change back." he admitted quietly, then slowly picking up 
the cup of tea without any sudden gestures.

Stephanie grinned, then gestured with the gun. "All right then, drink 
some."  Tony nodded, then brought the cup to his lips.  He held it there 
for a few seconds, pretending to drink some of it, then brought it back 
down.  "Hand it here."  Stephanie demanded.  Careful not to spill any, 
Tony handed the cup over to Stephanie's eager hands.

"What's going on?"  Grandma asked again.

Smirking, Stephanie said "I'm Stephanie. That..." she gestured at Tony 
in her old body, "is your bratty grandson.  We had a little accident, 
which I'm about to fix."   With that, Stephanie brought the cup to her 
lips, downing the whole thing, then dropping the empty cup to the floor. 
She glared at Tony, then aimed the gun at his grandma saying, "I'd 
better finish this before we switch."

Tony watched amazed as Stephanie's features suddenly went blank, and the 
gun dropped to the ground.  Quickly he looked at his grandma, who's face 
had similarly gone blank.  A few seconds later, both faces became 
animate again. Both looking extremely confused.

Tony's old body was staring in shock, touching itself, while Grandma's 
body looked over at Tony, then screamed, jumping at him as if to 
strangle him.  Tony jumped back, while Stephanie in his grandma's body 
attacked him.  Suddenly Stephanie stopped, clutching her chest and 
collapsing to the floor.

"Oh Shit!" Tony muttered, staring at the body of his grandma. Quickly, 
he checked and found a pulse. His grandma was staring at him and her old 
body in horror, obviously confused and somewhat scared.   After dialing 
911 for an ambulance, Tony explained what had happened to his grandma, 
apologizing that it was permanent.

Stephanie was hauled to the hospital, having had a severe heart attack, 
though still being alive.  While Greg was in the hospital room with her, 
thinking that it was his mother, Tony was with his grandma.  "I'm sorry 
that you got stuck as me"  He apologized again. He felt so bad that she 
had to get stuck with his life.  She chuckled, saying that she could 
learn to live with it.  That it was a second chance for her.  Tony 
nodded.

Tony numbly realized that he himself would remain as Greg's wife. That 
he was his own stepmother.   Tony knew that it wouldn't be difficult to 
live his life that way. He was already very comfortable and didn't think 
that he'd have any problems. He knew that his body already wanted Greg, 
and that he would easily drift into his new role.  Still, he found it 
hard to believe that not only had he turned from 13 year old to adult 
woman, but that his own grandma was now his step son.   Very strange.

Smiling to himself, Tony realized that now he could spend more time with 
Greg. Stephanie had hated camping, so Tony hadn't been able to do that 
with Greg in some time.  But now Tony was grinning to himself, already 
thinking of the next camping trip he was going to talk Greg into.  Tony 
grinned to himself, knowing that he was finally going to spend a lot of 
time with Greg.  Just not in the way he'd originally hoped.

Knowing that they couldn't tell Greg, Tony shook hands with his former 
grandma, the new Tony, agreeing to keep their secret.  Still, they both 
couldn't help but feel pity for the former Stephanie, confined to a 
hospital bed several rooms down and unable to even talk. She'd finally 
gotten what she wanted though. All of grandma's money.

Elsewhere, the Old Man chuckled, glad that he'd been able to give lady 
justice a helping hand.

The End