[Preface: This story is a shameless attempt to get in as many categories on 
Fictionmania as possible.  The challenge was to make a workable story out of 
it without imitating Eddie Glover.]

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by Holly Fairfa

	Hi!  My name is George.  I'm a twenty-five year old male.  I'm kinda 
short and thin and I wear my hair long.  I play lead guitar in a rock group.  
My life was recently turned upside-down, inside-out, and every other way 
imaginable.  It seemed that at least every other day there was someone who 
didn't like the way I was.  Let me tell you about last month.

Saturday:

	My girlfriend, Sheila, was really upset at me Friday night so I went to 
the corner bar. There I met Suzanne, who is attractive and witty.  We were 
getting along great so I went back to her place and spent the night.  Little did I 
know that Sheila and she were friends.  I woke up with them both standing 
over me, like you see in those doctor shows.  I tried to get up, but found I 
couldn't.  Sheila gave me a look that would be perfect for an evil villain.  She 
screamed, "This will be the last time you cheat on me for a long time."  Then 
she pulled out a syringe, stabbed me with it, and everything went black.

	I think I'm awake, but I can't feel anything.  It's totally dark and I 
can't hear anything either.  I think I can move, but I can't tell if I'm actually 
doing anything.  Then the light comes on suddenly.  I can see I'm outside 
sitting on a blanket with a picnic basket in front of me.  There is a rugged 
looking boy in front of me.  He looks like he plays football in a high school 
team.  My hearing returns and he is talking about how much he enjoys being 
with me.  He takes my hand, well it doesn't look like my hand, but I'm 
starting to get some feeling there.  He takes a diamond engagement ring and 
slides it on my finger.  My hands look well manicured and so feminine with 
polished 'nails in light pink.  I hold the ring up to admire it as he asks me to 
marry him when we graduate.  I can hear a voice saying how much I love 
him and that I'll be happy to be his wife.  I know I am saying it, but the voice 
is clearly that of a young girl.

	I get a chance to look at myself and a see the body of a young woman 
wearing a short cheerleaders skirt, light hosiery, and open-toed white 
sandals.  It's like I have to see things before I can feel them since now I have 
feeling in my legs and my feet.  I look down at my chest and discover a pair 
of decently sized breasts pushing out a crop top that might have been a size 
too small.  Now that I've seen them, I can feel their weight on my chest.  The 
boy stands up and picks me up by my waist as if I were weightless and pulls 
me tight to his chest.  My vision clouds because I am crying with joy.  He 
reaches his hand under my dress and I move it away telling him that he has to 
wait until after we are married.  He tells me he is okay with that.  I can't stop 
crying.  I don't understand what is happening to me.  It's like my mind has 
been transplanted into this woman's body, but all I can do is observe.

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	"I told you this would work", said Sheila, "The sensory deprivation 
tank keeps him from feeling anything except what we feed into him.  Right 
now he thinks he's a young girl being proposed to."

	Suzanne looked at the monitor, "Are you sure this will affect the way 
he treats women?  It seems a lot of bother just to teach him a lesson."

	"This is just the beginning.", replied Sheila

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	My vision clears and I'm sitting at a sidewalk cafe having coffee.  It is 
midday and the sky is clear.  I see the boy, my fiance, sitting with another 
girl at a restaurant just down the street.  He holds her tight and French kisses 
her for what seems an eternity.  I wipe the tears from my eyes and walk in 
their direction.  I confront him and scream obscenities at him.  Then I pull off 
the ring and toss it at him telling him I never want to see him again.  He 
laughs at me and tells me that I am a naive girl and I really need to grow up.  I 
don't know what emotions the woman who's body I share is feeling, but I 
agree with the guy.  She needs to understand men's needs better.

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	"I told you this wouldn't work", said Suzanne, "The woman is going 
through pain and anguish while he is smiling and enjoying her suffer."

	"Then it is time for step two", said Sheila, "Knock him out again and 
help me get him in the car

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Monday:

	I awoke later with a tight feeling through my body and a sharp pain in 
my chest. I managed to sit up on the bed now.  I was in a sleazy motel room 
someplace.  I could see myself in the mirror across from me, but it sure 
didn't look like me anymore.  I was wearing a black corset, pantyhose, and 
pumps with what had to be five inch heels.  There was also some kind of 
black leather chastity belt.  Each of these was securely locked to my body 
with a metal fitting and a large lock.

	My lips looked swollen and were painted bright red.  My cheeks had 
been colored in a similar fashion.  My eyelids were painted a dark gray and I 
now had long fake eyelashes.  I ran my hand along my face and couldn't feel 
any trace of facial hair.  Even my eyebrows were gone.  Just a thin black arch 
drawn in their place.  My long black hair had been darkened even more and 
was now a straight cut with short bangs.

	I now had breasts the size of grapefruits of which the top half was 
exposed above the corset.  They hurt when I touched them.  I looked around 
and could see crude stitches in my armpit.  They must have inserted them.  I 
didn't know where the girls were, but I realized I had to get out of there now.  
I could only imagine what was next on their list.  I was working at opening 
the window when I saw that my fingernails were now lengthened and painted 
a bright red.  I suspected my toenails had also gotten this treatment.  At least i 
could tell this is my body.  It doesn't look like it anymore, but it was real.

	There was some garment on the chair by the window and I grabbed it 
up as I crawled out.  I snuck along the back of the motel, walking primarily 
on my toes and trying not to fall forward into the sand.  I reached the relative 
safety of a large tree and examined the garment I had.  It was a one piece 
peasant style dress.  It had a long flowing skirt attached to a sleeveless top.  I 
wasn't sure which way it went on, but figured it had to be easier to get over 
my head than to step into with these shoes.  I managed to get it on with a bit 
of pulling and was glad that the skirt almost touched the ground.  I might 
now manage to look like a normal woman, unless someone got too close.   It 
was dark tonight, with a few clouds so I hoped that was lucky for me.  I 
might be able to find my way home before they could find me.

Tuesday:

	Another day in Mexico.  They must have taken me across the border 
when they did this to me.  I must admit that I do look a lot like a Mexican 
woman now.  The problems are that I don't speak Spanish, or like a woman, 
I have no money, home is across the border, and I'm getting very hungry.  I 
was walking through town, trying to figure a way out of my problems when 
I came upon a pair of youths breaking into a luxury car.  They had just gotten 
the doors open when they noticed me.  One dashed over and grabbed me 
roughly before I could react.  It wasn't like I could scream with the tight 
corset on or run with these shoes, but what little I might have done with my 
arms was useless now that he was pushing me into the back seat of the car 
which his friend had opened.

	The one guy was starting the car while the other kept me quiet.  After 
we were moving, he looked at me and said something which I gathered was 
his permission to scream all I wanted now.  I looked at him as if I didn't 
understand, which I didn't really and he repeated it in broken English. He 
smiled at me and began fondling my breasts with one hand while holding 
both of my wrists with his other one.  Then he reached down and pulled my 
skirt up revealing the locked chastity belt.  He smiled again and said, "I 
unlock you just like I do car."  He pulled out a large knife and said, "You 
make trouble me, I cut you bad."  All things considered, I thought removing 
the locks was a good idea.  He checked out the rest of what I was wearing 
and said, "You have many locked treasures.  I save best for last."

	He picked the locks on the shoes first and tossed them up to his friend 
who was watching in the rearview mirror as he drove.  "Now you no run 
away from Miguel." I returned his favor by removing the dress, back over 
my head, and I smiled at him just a bit as he ran his hands up and down my 
shaven thighs.  He picked the lock on the corset just as easily, then cut the 
laces with the knife.  He grabbed the front of it and tossed it up front as well.  
I kept my upper arms tight to my sides to hide the stitches while trying to 
cover my now fully exposed breasts with my hands.  Miguel responded by 
grabbing both my arms and forcing them down at my sides.  I could see 
myself in the rearview mirror and with the corset removed, my breasts looked 
huge as they hung there for the world to admire.  I couldn't understand how 
the girls managed to pack that much inside of me.  Miguel brandished the 
knife in front of my face, "You have pretty eyes. Be shame to remove them.  
Don't make trouble no more."

	He started picking the last lock.  For some reason he was having a 
problem with that one and it took him several minutes to open it.  I was just 
sitting there with my legs spread apart and my breasts hanging down hoping 
that the guy driving was paying enough attention to the road that we didn't 
get in an accident.  Miguel finally got it open.  I looked down and saw 
nothing encouraging through the dark panties.  They had shaven all the hair 
there as well.  I was relieved to see the last vestige of my male life emerge 
from between my legs as Miguel pulled my panties down.

	Miguel began screaming and waving the knife in front of me.  I 
couldn't understand a word he said but the gestures seemed to indicate he 
would be glad to finish what the girls started.  Instead, the driver stopped the 
car and Miguel shoved me out of the car onto the sidewalk.  I crawled into a 
nearby alley and pulled my pantyhose back up, making sure to put things 
back where they were.  So there I was with no clothes to speak of and still 
very hungry.  At least I could breath freely although these mammoth breasts 
were painful without any support.

	I seemed to be in luck.  I could see a woman putting her wash out on 
the other side of the street.  All I had to do was wait for them to dry a bit and 
I would have clothes.  She was a rather large woman and I prayed her bra 
would be big enough.  It seemed like an eternity as I waited in the alley, 
hoping no-one would find me there.  I carefully snuck out to the end of the 
alley and saw no traffic, either by car or foot, and I ran across the street 
holding onto my breasts to keep them from bouncing as much as possible.  I 
took the bra off the line and with a lot of difficulty had just managed to get it 
on when the woman came back.  She pointed at me and screamed something 
and I blacked out.

Wednesday:

	I'm not hungry anymore.  In fact, I'm not human anymore.  I'm a 
bra.  It's not as bad as I would have thought.  It took me a while to recover, 
but now I have some of my senses back.  Mostly touch, but also a bit of 
hearing and a bit of taste/smell.  I don't hear much though when I'm being 
worn and just a bit more when I'm not.  Looking back on it, she must have 
put me on as soon as I changed.  It feels really weird though.  It's like my 
hands are connected to my ankles and my ankles are hooked together.  I was 
starting to get used to this arrangement when my ankles unhooked and I 
could feel a breeze.  She must be taking me off at last.  Then I felt the water.  
I tried to scream as she washed me, but I had no mouth.  I felt like I was 
going to drown as she dunked me.  Then it felt like she was going to break all 
my bones as she wrung me out.  Then she hung me out to dry, quite literally.  
I could feel the hot sun on me and was sure I would be burnt.  I blacked out 
again.  I had no idea that this was going to become common for me.

Friday :

	I woke up in a house in a pool of some clear sticky fluid.  The woman 
was standing over me and speaking too fast for me to follow, as if I knew 
what she was saying anyway.  I managed to sit up and discovered to my 
delight that my breasts were gone.  There was a mirror in the corner and I 
could see that I was back to normal.  I gathered that somehow the magic that 
made me a bra, most likely a well padded one, couldn't deal with all the 
silicone on the way back.  That was the liquid I was sitting in.  The woman 
ran out of the room and came back with two towels.  One I used to wipe all 
the goo off me and the other to cover myself.  She escorted me to another 
room and sat me down in front of a small round table.  On the table was some 
object covered with an ornate scarf.  She removed the scarf to reveal a glass 
sphere about twelve inches in diameter.  She stared at it for a second then 
said, "You have paid for your attempt to wrong me.  You have paid for your 
indiscretions.  You are free to go now as you are, or you may serve me and 
be rewarded."

	I didn't think I could get far wearing just a towel so I agreed to serve 
her.  "An evil man has taken a medallion that belongs to me.  Return it to me 
and you will be returned home."  She tossed me a dress.  "Put this on and 
you will assume the form of a servant girl who works for this man.  That 
way you can just walk in an return that which is mine."  I was wondering 
why she didn't do it herself if she had this much magic power. "The man 
would be able to detect me.  He will not think twice about you." I slid the 
dress on over my head.  I didn't feel any different, but one look in the mirror 
confirmed that I looked like a woman again.  This time I was short, well 
endowed, and rather cute.  I had waist-length black hair which the old 
woman braided for me.

	It would have been nice if she had bothered to give me bus fare at 
least... Anyway, I walked the five miles to the house of this man.  I was 
clothed in a dress similar to the one I wore previously, open-toed sandals, 
and a large bonnet.  I was a bit nervous about the lack of undergarments, but 
all the new parts seemed to behave themselves.  Calling this guys place a 
house is an understatement.  It was much closer to a palace.  Now how was I 
going to find a medallion in this large of a place?  For some unknown reason, 
I knew what I was supposed to do and how to act.  It must be something 
with the dress, I gathered.  So I went to the servant's quarters and adjusted 
my hair and makeup.  Then I started my duties.  I didn't have to worry about 
finding the medallion.  I was doing my best to act like a nice little servant girl 
and bring the master his lunch when I saw him remove it from his neck and 
place it in a glass cabinet near his desk.  I left the tray on the desk and was on 
my way out went I felt a slap on my butt.  I was about to get upset when I 
caught myself and just looked back and smiled suggestively at him. 

Saturday:

	Just before dawn, I snuck back into the room.  I was in luck.  The 
medallion was there and no-one in sight.  But it was bad luck again.  I had 
the medallion in my hand when he grabbed my arm from behind.  "This is 
not for you, my lovely", he whispered as he took it from my hand, almost 
effortlessly.  he dropped it on the desk and forced me onto the couch.  "This 
is for you", he said as he dropped his pants.  I knew I couldn't fight him like 
this so I raised my skirt high so he could see all there was to see and I smiled 
at him like I had at lunchtime.  He released my other arm and I removed the 
dress totally.  This returned my body to normal while he stood there stunned.  
I used to opportunity to put a foot to good use which caused him to fall to the 
ground in pain, holding himself.

	I sprang off the couch and ran to the desk.  I wanted both hands free 
so I put the medallion around my neck.  I ran to the door, past the shouting 
man when I bumped into another servant who had come in response to her 
master's call.  We were chest to breast for a second before I pushed her away 
and continued running down the hallway.  I could feel another change taking 
place, but I couldn't stop.  I dashed out the back of the place and made it as 
far as the woods before I passed out again.

	I awoke at the hottest part of the day.  I was drenched in sweat.  I ran 
my hands over my body and discovered I was female again.  I heard the 
sound of running water and got up to find it.  I came upon a stream branching 
off from a river.  I caught my reflection in the water and saw the woman I 
had run into staring back at me.  The water was inviting though so I waded 
into it to cool off.  This was the first time I had a real female body all to 
myself so I took the time to explore it.  I returned to the bank and waited there 
with my feet dangling in to water until night.

	It wasn't easy walking barefoot in the dark.  Or in bare everything 
else for that matter.  I had to stay off the roadway as much as possible.  I 
figured that I was about halfway to the old woman's house when I saw the 
clothes on the line.  I couldn't help but think about that old Pink Floyd song, 
"Denny Lane", where the guy steals women's clothes from clothes lines.  It 
looked to be a loose blouse and skirt, probably too small for this body, but it 
was something to cover up with.  I quickly removed them from the line and 
ran off, clutching them close to my chest.  I could feel another change coming 
on.  I managed to get the clothes on before I passed out again.

Sunday:

	It was probably a few hours later when I woke up.  I checked myself 
out and I was still female, only this time I was a teenager.  I was able to make 
good time back to the old woman's place with this young athletic body and 
without large breasts bouncing with my every step.  I pounded at her door 
until I saw a light in the window.  She came out and looked at me, first upset, 
and then puzzled.  I reached into my blouse and showed her the medallion 
and she ushered me in, looking around carefully as she did so.  "You make a 
nice little girl.  You'll be stuck like this for a long time so you should get used 
to it."  I had managed to get a good look at myself while she was putting the 
medallion away and I was now a very ugly little girl with a lot of teeth 
missing and pigtails.  I couldn't help but cry as the thought of being stuck 
like this sunk in.

	She had me doing light cleaning most of the day.  It was strange 
working a broom taller than myself and having to stand on chairs to dust 
things.  Later in the day, she washed me up and combed out my hair. Then 
she took me shopping with her to some small boutiques and bought me some 
clothes of my own. I got a pair of pink panties with a matching training bra, a 
simple knee-length dress, pink socks, and a pair of sneakers.  I didn't know 
why she did it at first. The rest of the day she had me running assorted 
errands around town and I knew that was why she had gotten me my own 
clothes.  She made lunch and dinner for us though I had to wash the dishes 
after each meal.  I also had to bathe before dinner as I had gotten pretty dirty 
running around.  I checked myself out in my new clothes in the mirror and if 
I kept my mouth closed, I looked almost bearable.  At least I didn't cry just 
from seeing my reflection anymore.  She made me return the clothes that I 
had taken when it got dark.  At least I didn't have to explain why the ugly 
little girl that lived there had a twin sister.  I just had to put them back on the 
line.

	When I returned, she told me that she had found a way to get me back 
to myself.  She had me strip off all the nice new clothes and put the medallion 
back on.  Then she wrapped the towel that I had worn the previous day 
around me.  I awoke with some guy shaking me.  "We're in Los Angeles.  
Time for you to wake up."  I looked around to see I was in a van crowded 
with Mexican men, women, and children.  I looked at myself and was 
relieved to see blue jeans and a T-shirt.  We all got out of the van and 
wandered off our separate ways.  There was a phone booth nearby.  I 
punched in the collect code followed by Duane's number.  Duane was the 
singer and leader of our rock group.  "Hey!  I'm at the corner of... just a 
second here... Main and Thirty-second street with nothing but the clothes on 
me.  Can you come pick me up?"

Monday: 

	It felt good to be myself again.  Taking a shower with my body, 
putting on my clothes, everything felt good again.  We were having a practice 
session in my garage after lunch.  I even enjoyed lunch.  I went to a buffet 
and pigged out.  Yes, it was good to be home again.  The guys dropped over 
about one o'clock.  Duane said he had news for me. "I know you weren't 
here for the voting, but I think you'll agree with us.  We think for our band to 
become famous, we need an attractive female in it.  But we don't want to 
change the sound we have... So we decided that you're going to be the girl.  
Eddy is on drums and in the back.  Tony is on bass guitar and chicks don't 
play bass.  He's also in the background.  I can't sing high notes so that 
leaves you.  You're in front and have several solos with the spotlight just on 
you."

	Here I go again, I thought.  I wonder how they plan on pulling this 
off?  Duane continued, "I have some friends in special effects at the studios 
and they fixed up this just for you.  It's just like those movies where the 
gorgeous woman pulls off her skin to reveal the alien inside.  Try it on!"  He 
handed me this bundle of beige latex and a short blonde wig. I took the 
bundle and started to walk off with it. "Hey!  None of that modesty stuff here 
babe.  Besides you'll need help with it."

	They were right.  I stripped down to nothing and sat on a chair.  They 
scrunched the legs of the suit up and helped me push my feet into it.  Each toe 
went into its own little sleeve.  I looked at my new feet and saw the toenails 
were painted pink.  They worked the smooth legs of the suit up my hairy 
ones, making sure there were no wrinkles.  They had me stand up while they 
pulled the hips and butt section around me.  The person who wore this suit in 
the movie must have been pretty thin as the hips and butt were padded pretty 
thick.  I looked between my legs and there was a small patch of blonde hair 
styled to look like a Valentine heart.  They scrunched the arms up like they 
did the legs and slid my arms into the suit up to the shoulder.  Duane was 
standing in front of me holding onto my breasts.  He pushed them up tight to 
me while the guys secured the suit in the back.  It had some kind of zipper 
that went from my tailbone to the back of my neck.

	Things were starting to get tight.  My legs, arms, waist, and chest all 
felt constricted.  But it wasn't over yet.  Duane pulled an attached mask from 
where it had folded under and pushed my head into it.  There was some kind 
of mouthpiece inside like professional athletes use that I bit into.  Then he 
pulled the sides of the neck around where the guys could zip it together.  He 
pushed up on my cheeks and around the sides and I could tell they had 
finished.  I opened my eyes and went over to a mirror.  I had nice breasts this 
time, not huge ones.  They were firm and didn't need support but the nipples 
were in a permanently aroused state.  I tried to push them flat and they 
popped back out.  My new face had pronounced high cheekbones and large 
full lips.  When I smiled I could see perfect teeth.  And I had the mandatory 
long eyelashes and thin brows.

	While I was inspecting myself, Duane came up behind me and put the 
wig on my bald head.  I looked like a European girl in her twenties.  The 
guys tossed me a red ultra miniskirt and a rainbow colored tube top.  I tried 
them on and took another look at myself.  "This is outdated.  I think I have 
something that Sheila left that will work better."  It took about half an hour 
for me to find everything.  I came back out wearing black patent leather 
pumps with four inch heels, black lace stockings, and a black minidress with 
off the shoulder short sleeves and a sweetheart neckline.  I had found a 
necklace with a crystal pendant that sat at the top of my cleavage and some 
large hoop earrings.  I had also managed to put on Sheila's Lavendare lipstick 
and eye shadow without making a mess.  To top it off, I was wearing a black 
leather beret at a slight angle.  I struck several poses like in the fashion 
magazines while standing in the doorway with the guys whistling and 
cheering.

	"Okay, we've had fun.  Now get me out of this!"  I still don't know 
how I get talked into these things, but they convinced me that I needed to 
practice with my new body.  And I guess they were right, at least concerning 
the music.  It took me most of the session to get used to playing the guitar 
with the new hands.  Luckily the fingernails are not outrageous lengths, but 
are short so I can still get the chords.  It felt like I was playing with gloves on 
anyway.  And I had to adjust the way I held the guitar for obvious reasons.  I 
was used to doing a lot of walking on stage while playing which also turned 
out to require more concentration than usual.  No long strides for this girl.  I 
was taking small steps and I could feel the padding in my hips and butt 
shifting with each one.  Eddy really appreciated the view from the back as he 
was going on and on about how I moved like a chick.

	Then they talked me into going to dinner like this.  They wanted to 
pick a name for me, something stupid like Georgette or Georgina.  I told 
them since I had to be the woman, I would get to choose who I was.  I chose 
Yvette.  With the beret on, I looked like a French girl, so I chose a name that 
would be right for one.  After a bit more discussion they agreed I could be 
Yvette... as if they had a choice.  I really need to find better friends.  We go 
to dinner at this nightclub and they have the manager over to discuss a 
contract.  So he's sitting next to me with his hand on my thigh most of the 
time.  I wanted to object but I knew we wouldn't get anywhere if I did.  At 
least he was keeping his hand below the hemline of my dress.

	It seemed like they were taking forever to work out an arrangement.  
It didn't help that they kept my glass full either.  I was in pain by the time we 
got back to my place.  "Okay guys, enough is enough.  I have to answer the 
call of nature and there are no holes down there.  You have to get me out of 
this thing now!"  It's amazing how accommodating guys can be when a girl 
has to use the ladies room.  I took the dress off and they had the rest undone 
in less than a minute.  The guys didn't wait for me to finish.  Duane told me 
to lie the body suit flat when I was done and they'd be here at five tomorrow 
evening to get me ready.  I set everything out and headed for bed, intent on a 
good night's sleep.

Tuesday: 

	I woke up with a start.  Sheila was standing over me.  This was really 
getting to me.  Just once I'd like to go to sleep normally and wake up by 
myself.  I tried to move my arms and legs but they were tied to the bedposts 
with Sheila's nylons.  The harder I pulled, the tighter they got, so I stopped 
trying before I cut the circulation off in my wrists.  "We missed you down 
there.  We searched for you for three days.  We had the doctor ready to make 
a nice young lady out of you.  What happened to your lovely breasts?  
Suzanne was sure you'd like them considering how much you liked hers."  I 
was going to answer her when I realized she had done something so I 
couldn't talk.  "Is my little toy speechless?", she taunted.  "That's because 
there is a tube down your throat that prevents your vocal chords from 
vibrating.  It's part of my next plan for you."

	She picked up a bucket from the floor and poured the contents all over 
me.  It looked like clear syrup and felt just as sticky.  She put on a pair of 
latex gloves and made sure I was completely covered with it.  "Now just 
relax for a few minutes", she said followed by an evil laugh.  She set an egg 
timer for five minutes and placed it near me while she left the room.  I tried 
again to get free, but found it hard to move anything.  She returned when the 
timer went off and untied me.  I couldn't move at all and she knew it.  "Now 
watch this", she said as she arranged me so I was sitting on the edge of the 
bed.  "You can't move, but I can pose you anyway I want to.  And here is the 
best part."  She took a box out of a brown shopping bag and removed 
something like what I wore last night from it.  When I could see it clearer, I 
could tell it was one of those inflatable sex dolls.  She took a pair of scissors 
and made an incision along the back then proceeded to stuff me into it.   If 
she wasn't one to gloat, I'd have no idea what was happening as the face had 
plastic eyes without any holes in them.  "I always thought you'd be a cute 
blonde.  Let me put a generous bit of hair over your left breast... just like so.  
Then we'll cover the right one with a swatch of fabric and continue wrapping 
around your lovely waist, bringing it down your pretty butt and ending 
around the left leg.  I think any guy would love to have you as his sex toy, 
but you're mine.  As soon as I find a couple of batteries, we'll be on our 
way.  I'm sponsoring a contest at the Delta Omega fraternity.  The one who 
can last the longest with you gets two hundred dollars and a date with me.  
Maybe I'll let the guy who gets second place keep you."

Wednesday: 

	"Hey Yvette!  Is that you in there?  You're wearing the wrong body 
suit.  What's this note taped on your breast?  I hope that didn't hurt." said 
Eddy as he pulled the note off.  I always thought he wasn't all together, but 
he's my friend anyway.  "Hey guys, listen to this", started Eddy as he read 
the note, "This doll is a present for the band.  There are fresh batteries on the 
couch next to her.  When you get tired of her, pull the string to remove the 
tube from her throat and place her in a tub of warm water.  All my love, 
Sheila."  I could feel him looking for the spot to insert the batteries.  "Shall 
we take her for a test drive?"  I could feel them moving me and I was so glad 
to see them when they removed the suit.  They carefully pulled the tube from 
my throat and not so carefully dropped me in the tub then filled it with water.  
I regained control of my arms and legs fairly fast, but when I went to speak it 
came out as a high pitched whisper, more like a parrot than a person.

	"I guess we don't have to ask where you were last night", said 
Duane, "It's too bad because we won't ever be able to play that club...  
Unless... It might be possible if Yvette were to apologize personally, and 
privately to the manager."

	"I don't think so.  Do you mind if I stayed at your place for a few 
days?  I don't feel safe here", I managed to squeak or squawk out.

	"There are two problems with that.  The first is I'm not too inclined to 
share my bed with a guy.  The second is that my parents would love to get 
their hands on that low-life bum George who calls collect in the middle of the 
night and then screws up a major deal... However, I think we could find 
accommodations for a cute French girl named Yvette, don't you?  You want 
out of here, that's the deal." 

	"Sigh, Why not put me back in the sex toy and send me to a military 
training camp?  I guess it's a deal.  Let me see if Sheila left anything else of 
hers that I can wear", I whispered.  I searched everywhere in the house, 
especially the hall closet and the clothes hamper, and came up with a few 
clean dresses and some dirty lingerie.  "We'll need to make a stop at the mall 
for hosiery on the way", I mentioned.

	Tony picked up a pair of pantyhose and sniffed it, "Phew,  why are 
you taking these along?"

	"Those are in case Duane's mom wants to help Yvette with her 
laundry", I replied.  "Okay guys, suit me up!"  I had found a green babydoll 
style dress in the closet.  Sheila complained that it made her look fat, but it 
made Yvette look cute... At least in my opinion.  Sheila left only the one pair 
of shoes so my choices were either my sneakers or her sexy pumps.  At least 
my sneakers are clean.  Duane dropped the other guys off on the way to the 
mall.  I was imagining walking through the mall with a bunch of grinning 
fools walking behind me.  It's not a nice image.

	Duane, sweetheart... What do you think of this?", I asked as I held a 
black lace negligee in front of me.  Paybacks are a bitch... and I am her 
today.  I went through the young miss section of the department store trying 
on anything that caught my eye until I had enough to last a week.  Most of it 
was casual clothes, except for one sleeveless gown with sequins and a side 
slit up to my hips that was on clearance for 75% off.  I ran up all my 
selections on my debit card and was surprised at how little it was.  I was used 
to much higher numbers when shopping with Sheila.

	I was window shopping on the way out of the mall.  Duane was 
forced into being the gentleman and carrying all my purchases.  As we came 
upon one store, I noticed a pair of ornate gold rings with a small gem set in 
each one in the window.  "Duane, honey... Would you buy one of those 
rings for me?  I totally forgot about jewelry and I'm a bit low on funds."  I 
gave him my best pout and snuggled up next to him, "Please!"

	"Okay, I'll get you a ring", he conceded, "Spells R Us, huh... I've 
never heard of this place before.  Must be an antique store.  You wait here 
with your packages and I'll be right back."

	A bell above the door tinkled as Duane entered the store.  "That was a 
cute touch", he thought, "Much better than those electronic beepers."

	An old man dressed in what looked to be a bathrobe stood up from 
behind the counter.  "Hello Duane", he said, "What can I interest you in 
today?"

	"Umm... How did you know my name?"

	"Why, it's embroidered right there on your shirt.  That is your shirt, 
right?" 	"Oh...  Yeah, it used to be my work shirt when I was working for 
Dan's Quickie Auto Fixit Shop...  Anyway, I was interested in one of the 
rings you have in the window for the pretty girl out there."

	"Well, Duane.  Those rings are available only as a set.  But I can see 
what she means to you, so I'll let you have the set for half price", he offered, 
"I'll give some free advice too.  Your companion has an enviable grasp of 
reality.  Don't let something as insignificant as money come between you 
two."

	Duane handed me the box with the rings and I gave him a hug and a 
kiss on the cheek.  It was more for show than anything else as I told him 
later.  We had stopped at a restaurant in the mall for lunch.  I played with the 
rings while we were waiting for our burgers to arrive.  "Look Duane,  it's 
really neat.  I can put the rings on any finger and they fit perfectly.  I can put 
both on one hand or one on each ring finger.  I bet they would fit you as 
well.  We could both wear one and tell your parents they are friendship rings.  
Let's see how this one looks on you."

	One second I was holding his hand and sliding the ring on his finger.  
The next second I was looking at this pretty girl sliding a ring on my finger.  
Somehow I had become Duane.  Yvette looked up at me, "Is something 
wrong dearest?"

	"I'm okay Yvette.  Just a bit disoriented.  How are you feeling?"  
This was rather strange for me.  The first time I've been changed into 
someone other than myself who's a man.

	"I haven't felt better in my life.  These rings you bought me are so 
lovely.  I don't think this one suits you though", she commented as she 
removed it from my finger.  "I think I'll wear them both on the same finger 
and tell everyone that we are twice as engaged."

	I looked closely at her and realized this wasn't a guy in a female body 
suit, but a real woman with a fantastic body.  She filled out the dress the way 
it was meant to be filled.  Her voice was perfect as well, a pleasing feminine 
voice with a trace of a French accent.  And she is madly in love with me!  
Well, she is in love with Duane, whose body I happen to be inhabiting right 
now.  I was wondering what could have happened to him when lunch 
arrived.

	The more I thought about Duane, the more I felt like I was Duane.  
I'd think about his parents and the thoughts would shift to the times we went 
on vacation together, just the three of us: Mom, Dad, and I.  I'd look at 
Yvette and remember the day we met in the park and how I fixed her bicycle 
tire.  These weren't my memories though... Where did they come from?  I 
was deep in introspection and not paying much attention to the real world.  
There are a lot of memories here that shouldn't be.  I looked up to see Yvette 
returning from the ladies room.  We had finished lunch... I must have eaten 
without thinking about it.  She was looking at me with her lips in a sad pout 
and asked, "You aren't changing your mind about me moving in, are you?  
You've been so quiet and distant all morning."

	"No, my love.  I've just been thinking about all the events leading to 
this happy moment in our lives", I lied.  Well, not really a lie, but not as close 
to the truth in spirit as in the words.  I put her packages in the van along with 
the rest of her possessions; mostly clothes, some linens, and a few small 
pieces of furniture.  I also remember the back of the van as being much 
emptier when Duane and I arrived at the mall.  Before I started the van, I 
paused for a second or two to consider where we are headed.  Duane lived 
with his parents, but now that I am Duane, I live in an apartment of my own.  
At least for the next fifteen minutes.  Then I'll be sharing it with this lovely 
person sitting next to me.

	It took the rest of the day to unload the van and get everything put 
away.  Yvette was taking a shower when the doorbell rang.  I looked through 
the lens and was surprised to see Sheila there.  I thought about George for a 
second and realized that I still existed someplace and was hiding from Sheila.  
I opened the door, "Hi Sheila.  What's new?"

	She pushed her way in and demanded, "Where are you hiding 
George?  He's your best friend.  What's that noise in back?"

	"That's Yvette.  She's living with me now", I replied, "And I haven't 
seen George today.  He's not here."  That was the truth...  well, it was close 
enough.

	"I'll check for myself", she said as she raced back to the bathroom.  I 
heard a few screams and the sounds of a fight followed by Sheila limping 
back and holding her head in one hand.  "You are right.  That's not George.  
If you see that weasel, you tell him that I'm not done with him yet."

	I closed the door behind her and had a good long laugh.  Yvette came 
out wearing a towel around her hair and nothing else.  I took her in my arms 
and carried her to the bedroom where we had passionate sex.  She's really 
fantastic Duane... Too bad you aren't here to enjoy it.  I fell into a deep sleep 
and woke the next morning.  I awoke with the sun and rolled over to find this 
lovely woman in bed with me.  Now this was how I wanted to wake up as 
opposed to other mornings recently.  But this wasn't right.  I couldn't do this 
to my best friend.

Thursday: 

	I slid the rings off Yvette's ring finger.  I placed one on each of her 
ring fingers, then took the one from her right hand and placed it on mine. I 
awoke (again?) with Duane shaking me.  "You keep the ring.  I think it gives 
bad dreams."  I looked around me.  This was Duane's room at his parent's 
house.  I was all me and just me, but I could see Yvette's bodysuit draped 
over a chair at the foot of the bed.  It also seems I had spent the night sleeping 
on the floor wearing a pair of boxer shorts.  Duane helped me back into 
Yvette before he headed for his morning shower.

	I don't have any memories about where I put all the clothes I bought 
yesterday so I looked through the room.  All my clothes were hanging neatly 
at one end of Duane's closet.  Out of curiosity I checked through the rest and 
found a surprise at the other end.  Hanging at the back of the closet where it 
was hard to reach were a pair of beaded gowns and a very long auburn wig.  
I moved them to one side and found a small shelf set into the wall.  There 
was a photo album sitting on a makeup case there.  Duane caught me looking 
at the album just as I finished.  He noticed what I had and said, "Yes, that's 
me in those pictures.  I'm a closet queen.  I have been for the last six months.  
I originally bought the body suit that you're wearing for me, but I haven't 
had the chance to try it on."

	I couldn't tell him what happened to me last night.  How his body 
hadn't been inside the bodysuit, but inside Yvette herself.  He'd never believe 
it.  Instead I quietly asked, "Can I wear the red cocktail dress tonight?  That 
pair of red pumps I bought yesterday should be perfect with it.  Please?  I'll 
even fix things with the club manager."  I walked over to him and pressed my 
naked female bodysuit against his naked body.  I wrapped my arms over his 
shoulders and around his neck and pulled myself onto my tiptoes to kiss him.  
He picked me up by my waist and tossed me playfully on the bed.

	"Get dressed, lady.  We have a long day ahead of us.  You need 
practice in playing more than the guitar."  My wardrobe choice was a white 
blouse and navy palazzo pants with white lace bra and panties under them.  I 
ran a brush through the wig lightly to fix it up a bit, slid on a pair of sandals 
and was ready to go at the same time Duane was.  Then I blacked out again.

	"Who am I now?" were my first thoughts.  Most people would start 
with "Where am I?", but that's too normal for me.  I laid there for a minute or 
two just testing my senses.  Touch told me that I am not in the bodysuit now.  
It also told me that I am still wearing the clothes I had put on earlier.  I tried to 
move a bit and found I was tied down... again.  By the smell, I think I am 
someplace musty, like a basement.  I can hear hissing sounds, like water 
flowing or boiling.  I opened my eyes to see a rock ceiling high above me.  
Turning my head, I can see that I am in a cave.  There is a fire burning about 
twenty feet away which is the only light in the place.  It's under a large 
bucket which has something boiling in it.  On my other side is Suzanne, 
sitting on a barstool and reading from a large, thick book placed on a table in 
front of her.  She's dressed in what appears to be several green robes, each 
one slightly larger and lighter in color than the one inside it.

	"Awake at last, I see", she said.  Suzanne closed the book and walked 
over to the bench that I'm strapped to. "I don't know how you fooled Sheila 
into thinking you were a real girl last night."  She walked over and pinched 
one of my nipples hard and I screamed. "But you are a real girl now... At 
least for a while.  It was simple magic to make you and the latex suit into one.  
The hard spell starts in two hours."  "Just make yourself comfortable while I 
go prepare", she said and let out with a cackle that would do wonders for 
most B-movie witches. 

  	I counted to ten to give her some time and then tried to get out of the 
ropes binding me.  The arms were actually easy to slip out.  I guess she must 
have tied me when I was in the suit and didn't take the difference in wrist 
sizes into account when she made me into a real woman.  Looking around, I 
noticed a full-length mirror mounted to the cave wall above where my head 
was on the bench.  I hadn't seen it before since my head couldn't move that 
way.  I look just like Yvette had looked just a few days ago, only this time I 
am the one in her body.  There is only one exit from this cavern, and Suzanne 
was likely at the other end of it.  I snuck over to the table hoping to find 
something useful.

	There was just the book on it.  It was very thick, almost six inches, 
I'd guess.  The title was "Ancient Magics, Bizarre: Tome III, Bodily 
Transformations"  Perhaps I could find the one she used on me and reverse 
it.  I could leave the bodysuit on the bench and sneak out when she comes 
back  I opened the book to someplace in the middle.  The heading read: 
"Increase weight and girth"  I just scanned down the page to see what it was 
all about.  In the blink on an eye, I was now an obese woman. All my clothes 
were on the floor in shreds.  I could barely manage to stand upright and my 
now enormous breasts were pulling me forward while my huge butt has 
pulling my backwards.  A quick glance at the mirror confirmed that I might 
be able to compete for the fattest woman on two legs.  I was a giant beach 
ball with arms, legs, and breasts.  I reached over with one flabby arm and 
turned the page with my now huge hand.

	The next one was titled "wasp waist".  And just like the first one, I 
just had to look at the page to cast the spell.  This one didn't completely 
counteract the previous spell, but rather modified it.  While I did shrink 
some, I still had breasts that strippers only get after several implants.  My 
hips and butt were of similar dimensions.  My arms and legs had returned to 
normal female proportions, but my waist had shrunk to the point where I 
could almost touch thumbs and fingertips when I put my hands around it.

	I look like a woman from the bionic bimbo website.  This presents an 
entirely different challenge than I was expecting.  I was hoping to just look 
up the spell and then worry about how to work it.  Instead I have to worry 
about how to look it up without invoking every spell in the book.  I grabbed 
the top edge of the book and flipped it so I could only see the titles. Although 
I couldn't see the complete title that way, I didn't change while flipping 
through the pages.

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	Suzanne watched through the other side of the one-way mirror.  It 
was hilarious and she had to control herself to remain quiet.  "The poor fool 
thinks he, I mean she, can actually do magic.  I wonder what her next choice 
will be", she thought.

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	The title said "... Regained".  That sounds like something to correct 
what I've gotten myself into.  I opened the page to see the whole title.  It read 
"Youth Regained" and with that, I became a teenager.  I was a well-endowed 
teenager, and still completely naked. At least I look like a real girl, not an 
overly inflated one.  I still have to find one of these to get back to a man and 
perhaps with some clothes.

	"... Reversal".  Could this be the one?.  No, it isn't.  The full title is 
"Age Reversal" and I've gone from a young girl with shoulder length 
brunette hair to an old woman with short white hair.  My face is wrinkled and 
my breasts are dropping.  I can see red and blue lines along my arms and 
legs.  My joints hurt to move, but I have to find the right page to get me out 
of here.

Friday : 

	Suzanne must be returning.  I have one last chance so I better get it 
right.  Unfortunately, my fingers slipped and the book opened to "Musician 
into Instrument"  I fell flat on my back and could only see the ceiling.  I don't 
know how long I was there before Suzanne returned, but I could hear her 
laughing clearly now.  She grabbed onto my legs and held me upside down 
in front of the mirror.  I'm an electric guitar.  From out of nowhere a small 
amp appears and she plugs a cable into me.  If I could scream, I would as the 
penetration was both painful and orgasmic.  In all the times and ways I had 
been turned into a woman, this was the first time I had actually been 
penetrated.  She strums me gently and then twists my toes until she's 
satisfied with the sound.  She plays a few chords then spins one of my knobs 
back and forth.  The sensation is incredible and my strings vibrate without 
her touching them.  She runs her left hand along the guitar neck, which are 
my legs, and I become further stimulated.  Her right hand continues playing 
with my knobs.  I quickly reach a crescendo and have multiple orgasms.  She 
abruptly removes the jack from me.  "I think you were enjoying that too 
much", she said.  And she was right.  I was enjoying that last bit.  Now I feel 
alone, isolated, and depressed.

	She leaned me up against the stool and headed out the passageway, "I 
have to check on your pal Duane, now don't you get carried away."  She was 
cackling again, undoubtedly in response to her joke.  I had nothing to do but 
look where I was facing and I could see the bodysuit on the floor.  Must have 
been that last transformation that separated me from it.  The shoes and clothes 
were totally shredded, but the rings Duane bought me were intact and  on the 
finger of the bodysuit.

	"Your crossdressing buddy, Duane will be in ecstasy soon.  He'll 
think he was accidentally locked in an upscale women's boutique after a 
shipment of the latest fashions from Paris have arrived.  That will keep him 
occupied until long after I'm through with you", she said as she picked up the 
tome and locked it in a cabinet.  "I'm very tired after all the spells you found.  
I need to rest before we can proceed.  And just for your information... I'm 
pregnant and you are the father.  It seems that there is a curse from using 
magic.  The caster is always fertile.  All it took was one night of unprotected 
sex to get me pregnant.  See you in four hours."  She picked up the bodysuit 
and headed for the exit, "I think Duane could use this more than you right 
now."

	She left me with that thought.  I'm a father.  Well, right now I am a 
guitar who responds as a woman who just happens to have sired a child.  
And I had four hours that seemed to last four weeks to ponder that.  The 
lights brightened and I can see her returning.  She is clad all in white.  Her 
dress resembles a nurses outfit, but much sexier.  It has a very low cut 
sweetheart neckline, so much that I can see a bit of lace from her bra 
showing. The skirt reaches only a few inches down her thighs, hardly 
enough to cover her rear if she should be so immodest as to bend over.  She 
has white ribbed tights on under white platform sneakers.  She has her long 
blonde hair pulled up on top of her head and it is supporting one of those 
small nurse's caps that look like cloth tiaras.  On her left breast is a nameplate 
that reads "Suzy" in dark red letters.  I don't understand that as she hates to 
be called that.

	"First, you have to be George again", she said, "at least for a few 
minutes.  All that takes is an "Undo All" spell.  She was reciting some words 
that I couldn't understand and I could feel my body shifting.  Then I passed 
out again.  I awoke to find my legs chained to the wall with large metal 
shackels and thick chains.  Suzanne was on my left side putting similar 
chains around her legs.  "I'm glad you're awake, lover", she said with an evil 
smile," This is when you get what you deserve."  She turned to another page 
in the book and began reading.  This time I was getting a different feeling 
from usual, as if you could call anything I've been through lately that.  I was 
falling, or was I floating?  Maybe I was flying.  It was similar to how this all 
started.  I felt disconnected from my body.  

	Anyway, the next thing I can tell, I see George to my right grinning at 
me.  I'm now Suzanne, or should I say "Suzy", like on my nametag.  George 
calmly reaches down and picks up a key laying almost invisibly along a seam 
in the wall and undoes his shackles.  I page through the book hoping to find 
something useful, but nothing is happening.  I drop the book and cover my 
face with my hands, realizing how stupid I've been.  I can't help it, I fall to 
my knees and start crying.  My former body comes over as if to comfort me.  
At least that's what I thought he was going to do.  Instead he just holds me at 
arm's length and says, "Don't mess up your makeup too much or you'll be 
no fun later."

	He picked up the book and placed it back on the table.  "This body of 
yours is okay from the inside as well.  Thank you for letting me have it.  I 
hope you enjoy pregnancy and motherhood."   He continued, "Warlocks can 
have more power than witches.  And just wait until I get you in bed, Suzy.  
I've been anticipating having my first male orgasm for a week.  With you in 
that costume I know you won't disappoint me.  In fact, I can feel something 
happening now, just by looking at you."  I looked over and it was clear that 
my former body was excited about my current one, especially since it was 
still naked.  Suzanne had just realized that as blushed a deep red before she 
left and came back a few minutes later wearing green doctor's scrubs and 
sneakers.

	"Now I'm ready for the costume party too.  I get to be the doctor for a 
change and you'll be my nurse.  I gave Duane back his bodysuit and he's 
found a wonderful dress.  He'll look just like a beautiful fashion model direct 
from a magazine shoot.  And before you ask... No, he couldn't tell that I 
wasn't you."  He pulled out a colored disc from the shirt pocket and walked 
up very close to me.  "I'm going to make some attitude changes.  It's just so 
you behave properly tonight and don't try to run away."  I look at the disc 
and see the light reflecting off it.  It's so comforting.  George is chanting 
some words softly.  I can almost hear them, but I'm feeling tired.

	I turn from the mirror where I have been adjusting my costume and 
do my sexiest walk over to George, taking his arm in mine.  "I'm ready, 
sweetheart!  Tell me that I'm the sexiest woman you've ever been with", I 
said.

	"Yes Suzy, you are the sexiest woman I've ever gone out with", said 
George, "And if that isn't the truth, may lightning strike me dead here and 
now."  I stepped in front of him and we kissed long and passionately.  It was 
so good, I was feeling weak and I stumbled the next couple of steps.

	It is strange.  I remember being George and I remember being turned 
into a woman (several times), but I didn't care.  I didn't mind being Suzy 
either, even though she didn't ask me if I wanted to be her.  It was all in the 
past and I was living for the present.  I am just so happy when I am near 
George.  When I am away from him, all I can think about is returning to his 
side.  I am totally devoted to him and I'm so very happy to be bearing his 
child.  And I just loved this costume he picked out for me.  It shows off my 
body so well and will make all the other guys wish they were George tonight.

	Duane is waiting for us in the van.  He looks so gorgeous that I 
wouldn't know it was him if I hadn't worn that bodysuit myself.  Yvette was 
wearing a long strapless gown in iridescent pink with matching pumps, and 
hosiery.  To top it off, there was a hat with a large brim in pink with feathers 
arranged around it.  I don't know what my darling George had done to 
Yvette, but she didn't seem to care about how she ended up here or where we 
were going..

	We had a fantastic time at the costume party.  I danced almost non-
stop except for a few trips to the ladies' room, which I felt completely at 
home using.  Every now and then, I'd check on Yvette and see that she was 
having fun.  She was strutting around like she was on a runway and flirting 
with several guys at once.  Most of my dances were with George, but there 
were a few times we swapped with other couples.  I wasn't interested in even 
dancing with anyone else though so I would go back to him as soon as the 
song ended.

	As the party started to wind down, we got a table for four.  Yvette 
had found a friend who joined us.  The person was dressed like a pirate and I 
took a second look before I realized it was a girl dressed like a guy.  I guess 
that Yvette was tired of real men and shared her secret.  As we were sitting 
down, Yvette introduced her friend as William.  George shook his hand and I 
smiled politely.  After we were seated, William explained his real name was 
Cindy and he liked dressing as a guy... just like Duane liked dressing as a 
girl.

	"Would you two mind doing a favor for us?", asked George, "I need 
a couple nice people for witnesses."  He turns to me, takes my hand and 
slides a diamond ring on it.  "Would you marry me, Suzy?"  I had played this 
scene before and I accepted without hesitation.  "We can take the van and be 
in Vegas tomorrow", added George.

Saturday: 

	George thought of everything.  When we got into Vegas, he already 
had a suite booked and our wedding clothes delivered there.  The three of us 
girls changed in the same room while George changed in another.  I had a 
lovely white wedding gown with a floor length skirt and mesh neckline.  The 
veil was simple, yet still exquisite.  Both Yvette and William helped me with 
all my fittings before getting into their own outfits.  Yvette changed into a 
powder blue gown while William donned a dark blue tux.

	We headed down to the lobby and was surprised to find a limo 
waiting for us.  Apparently George had this arranged as well.  We rode in 
comfort to the chapel.  Yvette and William hurried up to the front while I took 
my time walking down the aisle.  The ceremony went along like a dream, 
everything perfect.  Yvette handed me a ring at the same time that William 
handed George one.  I slid it on his left hand first.  Then he slid the one on 
mine and I realized I'd seen them before.  I looked over at William and he 
winked at me.

	I was finally getting used to the changing because I stayed alert and 
managed to catch Suzy as she started to faint.  I smiled at the minister and 
explained that the garments must be a bit too tight.  She regained her 
composure and we kissed.  I looked over at Yvette and realized that they had 
used the rings and somehow Yvette and William were now the people they 
always wanted to be.

	Suzy remains totally devoted to me.  Yvette and William were married 
a few months later.  We returned the favor for them except we used non-
magical rings this time.  Yvette had told me that she and William had figured 
out about the rings on the trip to Vegas.  She also noticed the way we were 
acting at the party and realized that we must have swapped as well.  And one 
thing is certain, Yvette is fantastic as lead singer for our band.  After hearing 
us play at other clubs, the manager apologized for the way he treated Yvette 
and practically begged us to play at his.

	As a final note, I never heard from Sheila again.  Sometimes I wonder 
what became of her, but never in front of my beloved Suzy.

[Had enough?  I have.]

And they all lived happily ever after.