The Curse of the Friday the 13th
by Jennifer Allison
As most of you know, February has a Friday the 13th during a leap year only every twenty-eight years.
It all started for sixteen year-old Dean on the night of the 12th of February, 2004. When his parents came into his room and told him about the curse.
Dean knew from the start something was up. The very first thing his father did upon walking into the room was that he took Dean's cell phone and made it so that Dean could not get on the internet.
"Why did you do that?" asked Dean.
"After we talk, you aren't allowed any outside communications," replied Sam.
Dean gave his dad the what are you talking about look.
Sam then sat down in Dean's desk chair and Linda sat down next to her son.
Sam started. "Tomorrow you'll have completed the final stages of the Curse of February Friday the 13th during a leap year."
"What curse? What stages?" Dean almost blurted out. "What in the hell are you talking about?"
Dean stopped in time before using a cuss word in front of his parents. Dean still had the taste of the soap his parents used to wash his mouth the last time he did. And that was just three week ago.
It was a household rule everyone in the household had to abide by. Dean remembered just the last summer when his dad let out a cuss word when he had to change the oil in the car. Dean watched as his mother rubbed soap in his father mouth.
"A curse was put on our family 280 years ago," Sam started. Along with nine other families."
"What kind of curse?" asked Dean. "Something like, I will fall down and break my arm."
"I wish it was as simple as that," replied Linda.
"So what is it?" asked Dean.
"I don't know the right way to say this, so I just come out with," said Sam. "Tomorrow you will be having sex with a girl."
"What's wrong with that?" announced Dean, with a excited smile on his face. The only naked woman Dean had ever seen was in the Playboys he had stuck underneath his mattress.
"That's the good part," Sam told Dean. "The bad is that as you shoot your baby cream inside the girl you will swap minds with her."
"WHAT!!!!!!!" Dean screamed.
"You will swap minds with her and the swap will be permanent."
"You are crazy," Dean told his parents.
"I said the same thing to your grandparents when they told me. But the next day I met your mom."
With a confused look on his face, Dean said, "You are my mom."
"Not all my life," Linda told her son. "For the first sixteen years of my life I lived in your dad's body and he lived in mine. We swapped on Friday the 13, February 1976. The last time February had a Friday the 13th during a leap year."
Still not believing what his parents were telling him. "It's not going to happen to me." Dean then said, "Why haven't I heard about this curse before? I understand why I didn't hear it from you, but I should have from my grandparents."
"I said I wasn't going to do it to my parents," said Linda. "Unable to control myself I was at the required place and time to meet your mom and the others. As for your grandparents, after the curse all they could remember was that I was a girl. The same thing will happen to your dad and I. After the swap all that we will remember is that you are our daughter."
"You mean no one will realize something is different?" ask Dean.
"Only those effected by the curse today and that is for twenty-eight years. Then the curse will effect your children and you'll forget it."
Dean pointed to himself and asked, "Why me?"
"The curse started 280 years ago," Sam started the story. "When a group of ten kids (five boys and five girls) decided to pull a Friday the 13th prank on a very old lady everyone thought to be a witch. It turns out that she was actually a witch. It started with the killing of the lady's cat and ended with the accidental burning down of the old lady's house. Unbeknownst to the kids, the old lady was still inside. The only thing that saved these kids from certain death was that the five boys risked their lives to save the old lady while the girls tried to put out the flames. The witch put the curse on these kids when she came to her senses."
"Didn't she do anything about them saving her life?" ask Dean.
"She didn't take theirs like she wanted to," replied Sam, who then continued his story. "For saving my life I will not kill you, but I will curse you and your future generations. The witch then said an incantation. All of a sudden the kids ripped off their clothes and each boy grabbed the nearest girl and shoved her to ground and proceeded to fuck her. When the kid's minds cleared they found themselves in each others bodies." Sam then stopped to get his breath. "The witch then told them the rest of the curse. You will marry your partner in sex and the next time February has a Friday the 13th during a leap year, your children will get together and have sex and then swap bodies also. The swap will take place every 28 years."
"Why didn't you marry someone else and stop this curse?" ask Dean.
"We tried to marry. I know I almost got married one time, but he found someone else before the ceremony." replied Linda. A little over seventeen years ago I had a craving to go and find my old body. Within a month of doing so, we were married and ten months later you came along."
"Do you know any of the other kids involved?" Dean wanted to know.
"We don't remember," replied Sam. "All we know is that tomorrow you'll meet with nine other sixteen year-olds who are descendents of the original ten. The curse will go in effect and you'll return as our daughter. One to the best of our knowledge we had all along."
"Didn't you try to talk to your parents about all of this after the swap?" ask Dean.
"I tried a couple of times," answered Linda. "And I spent a year in therapy because of it."
"Did you try and contact the others?" Dean asked.
"After the swap we lost all memory of who else was involved," replied Sam. "I remember my parents telling about the curse and putting me on a plane to come here to this town. I had no control over what I did. After the swap I went back the same way. Your grandparents met me at the airport. All they asked was how was my trip to see a sick friend?"
"We are sorry Dean," Sam and Linda said as they left the room.
Thinking over what his parents told him, Dean decided, I am not going to wait around to find out if they are pulling my leg or not."
Dean decided to sleep in the woods the next couple of nights. Leaving a note telling his parents. "I will be back sometime Saturday when this curse has blown over."
Taking his bike and sleeping bag Dean headed for the woods two miles away.
Figuring he was safe, Dean went to sleep.
Two hours later Dean awoke to find himself climbing back in the same window he climbed out of three hours before, with no bike.
Dean found his mom sitting on his bed in her nightgown. All she said before leaving was. "I tried the same thing in 1976."
Before he could do anything else Dean went bed.
It was noon before Dean woke up.
During the time Dean had been asleep he hadn't heard the doorbell ring nine times. As the other nine kids of the curse arrived at his house.
You see Dean's house was where the swap was to take place. A large family room came in very handy.
Unable to control what he was doing Dean walked into the family room still clad in just his underwear to meet the others. Dean removed his underwear upon entering the room. The other kids also removed all of their clothes.
As the fog lifted from Dean's brain, he realized he was standing naked in front of five girls and four boys, who also came out of their trances at the same time as Dean.
A strawberry blonde girl spoke out. "How did I get here? The last thing I remember is my parents telling me about a family curse."
"Same here," said a boy who stood about 5-10 and 160 pounds.
"What is the date?" asked Dean.
"The 12th of February," said a raven hair beauty. Who then realized something. "It's the 13th isn't it?"
Without realizing what they were doing they started to pair off. Dean found himself talking to the strawberry blonde.
Looking around she said. "I guess you are my partner, my name is Jennifer."
"I am Dean," replied Dean, who then asked, "What do you think of all of this?"
"I don't for sure, but I think we are about to find out," Jennifer said.
Dean and Jennifer watched as the raven hair beauty and the boy who said same here walked over to the rubber mat placed on the floor. Within two minutes the two were in the missionary position going at it hot and heavy.
As each climaxed, a strange look appeared on each of their faces. They stood up after uncoupling,
The boy spoke first. "I used to be her."
The girl just nodded her head.
Before another word could be said, two more couples fell to the mat and started to fuck.
As with the first couple, each had a strange look after standing up. They waved their index finger back and forth with their love partner.
Unable to fight it, Dean found Jennifer on the mat with her legs spread. Dean then climbed on top of Jennifer and put his dick into her pussy. Back and forth he went, trying to drive his dick as far as he could go. Finally the climax came. At first Dean could feel his love juices flowing out of his dick. Then all of a sudden the feeling changed. Instead of being on top he was now on the bottom, instead of giving he was the one receiving a load of cum.
Standing up after the uncoupling Dean said to Jennifer. "I guess the curse worked." Dean tried to say the name Jennifer. But it came out, "Dean."
Dean then tried to say his name was Dean. It came out, "My name is Jennifer."
Before another word could be said, the mind control took over again. Dean could see and hear what was happening but she was unable to stop.
Dean went over to where he had taken off his briefs. In its place he found a teddy-bear nightie with a matching pair of panties.
Jennifer found a full set of men's clothes where her sweater and mini skirt used to be.
Dean then went back to his bedroom, where he found the room more suitable for a sixteen year-old girl instead of a boy.
Dean then got dressed. She now wore a pair of hip hugger pants that barely came up high enough to cover the crack of her butt. She then put on a bra that lifted and separated his beasts and which she had trouble putting on.
Then came her pink sweater. Then came the open air shoes with two inch heels.
Dean then sat down in front of the vanity mirror and applied her make-up. No problem here. She had been wearing make-up for the last two years.
As she passed the kitchen, Linda asked. "Jennifer where are you off to?"
"Molly, Barbara and I are going to the beauty parlor so I can get my hair done for my date with Bob for tomorrow's Valentine's Day dance."
The memories of being a boy just a while earlier were there in the back of Jennifer's mind but all that mattered now was she was a girl and she had a date with the captain of the football team the next day.
Within a week these memories were sent to some dark hole of her brain to hopefully never reappear.
At times they would reappear but only for a moment and then they were gone again.
During Jennifer's time in high school, she was known as the Ice Princess. None of her dates ever got their hand inside her bra, most of all inside her panties.
Jennifer did attend college. By the end of her freshman year, she was the only girl in the dormitory who hadn't gone all the way.
During her sophomore year one of the fraternity decided to do something about it.
"You have to come," Sondra told Jennifer.
"This is the biggest event of the season," Helen continued. "Just think, the six of us being invited to the best frat house on campus for homecoming."
Neither girl knew what the frat had in mind. All they had been told was that Jennifer had to come with them.
"Okay! Okay! I'll go," Jennifer told them finally.
It wasn't the first drink nor the second but the third drink given to Jennifer that was laced with the date rape drug.
When the drug had taken effect, Ken the Frat president led Jennifer upstairs to the bedroom set aside for the night's action.
Ken had trouble walking up the stairs. The trouble wasn't from the amount he had to drink but from the raging hard-on he had.
What came next came as an utter shock to Ken. As he walked into the bedroom, his hard-on became a wet noodle. He tried everything, but nothing worked. I mean nothing. He stood there looking down at Jennifer's naked body and all Ken Jr. did was just lay there.
Ken finally gave up and went down stairs.
"How was it?" asked one frat brothers.
Ken didn't say a thing.
As did none of the others who went up the stairs and tried to have their way with Jennifer. As each entered the room their hard-on dick became soft lazy penises.
No one ever talked about it. It was kind of hard to explain to your buddies, who everyone thought they were God's gift to women. They couldn't get a hard-on for the next month.
Not to spoil their reputations, none spoke of what happened that night or the month following. As for Jennifer, no blame was placed onto her.
After graduation Jennifer found a job working as an artist for an Ad agency. It was rumored later on that she was hired not for artistic talent but for the way she looked in her mini skirt during her job interview.
Her immediate boss was the son-in-law of the President and CEO of the agency.
Her boss waited a month before he tried his one and only time to get into Jennifer's panties.
Two things brought about Richard's downfall. Brenda his wife showing up at his office unexpectantly, and his secretary leaving the intercom on, so she could hear everything going on in Richard's office.
As Richard finally trapped Jennifer against the wall Brenda walked into the office.
"What do we have here?" asked Brenda.
"I can explain," exclaimed Richard. "She tried to force herself on me."
"I did no such thing," announced Jennifer.
"You are not at fault," Brenda said to Jennifer. Then Brenda turned to Richard and said. "I heard everything over your intercom." Brenda then turned to Richard's closet and opened it and took out a package. "You know what that means."
"NO!!!!!!!!!!! Not that!!" Richard was begging.
"Remember the last time you were caught trying to fool around with an employee. I promised you wouldn't like what I would do with this box."
"I won't do it again."
"That is what you promised the last time. Now strip," Brenda told Richard.
Turning towards Jennifer. Brenda said, "I am sorry but you are no longer working here."
"It wasn't my fault," said Jennifer.
"I know it wasn't." Brenda then told Jennifer. "Don't worry you aren't out of a job."
"What do you mean?" asked Jennifer.
"We have a deal with another Ad agency who we help with this same type of problem for them. They are also looking for an artist. I even heard they are paying more than we are."
By this time Richard was stark naked and he found out what his wife wanted him to wear.
"You have to be kidding?" questioned Richard, now holding up a very sexy feminine outfit.
"No I am not. This is now my office and you are now my secretary and you will need to dress the part." Brenda then told Richard his other option. "If you don't want to be my secretary we can always call the police and report your embezzlement."
"What will the other office workers say," asked Richard.
"They will figure you finally got your just desserts." Turning toward Jennifer again. "You may stay until Richard is done dressing. Then go clear out your desk."
Someone must be looking out for Jennifer.
Even when she wanted to have sex something would happen that would stop it.
Jennifer finally met someone who she thought she could live the rest of her life with.
A marriage was planned and the announcements were sent out. Jennifer and her husband to be decided to start their marriage a little early, by mutual consent.
But it never came to pass.
As Frank walked towards the bed, he tripped and broke his ankle.
Two days later the engagement was off.
It seems like Frank fell in love with a nurse at the hospital.
Jennifer never found out what caused Frank to trip that night.
Jennifer finally met her true love during the summer of her 26th year, in the year 2014.
It started with an unusual twist.
Jennifer was sunbathing on the beach face down when her love to be tripped and dropped ice cream on her back.
When their eyes met it was love at first sight.
The first words out of his mouth were. "Excuse me, I will be right back."
He then went over to another area of the beach and said something to woman he was with. After a heated argument between the two, he left and returned to Jennifer.
"May I sit down?" he asked Jennifer.
"I don't want to caught in between you and your girlfriend," replied Jennifer.
"She isn't my girlfriend," he replied. "She was using me to try to make her boyfriend jealous."
That was the way they met and three months later they were married.
Jennifer didn't want a repeat of her experience with Frank. It was decided no sexual intercourse until after the marriage ceremony.
It was a simple wedding with around twenty friends and family present.
That night as Jennifer climbed into to bed with her husband, a strange feeling came over her, a memory from the distant pass.
The memories that for the first sixteen years of her life Jennifer had been a boy named Dean.
"It had to be a dream," Jennifer said to herself.
As the squirt of baby cream entered Jennifer, the old memories all rushed back. Opening her eyes, Jennifer found herself staring into a familiar face. It was a little older but there was no mistaking it.
"Jennifer!" moaned Jennifer.
"Dean!" moaned Dean back.
The two realized they were now married to the person they had swapped bodies with ten year before.
All the memories that had been placed in the back corner of Jennifer's brain came forth. The knowledge of her early life and the curse. She even remembered when her mom told her that she and her husband had swapped back in 1976.
As they uncoupled Jennifer asked Dean. "Did you know it would be me that you would end marrying?"
"I didn't know for sure," replied Dean. "I knew for sure you were something special."
"How?" Jennifer wanted to know.
"You are the first one I didn't have a problem with." Dean then went an explained his answer.
"I have tried to bed at least three girls in high school and college. Every time something would happen to cause my hard -on to be turned into a wet noodle. I even went to a house of ill repute and I had to pay the girl not to tell my friends about my problem.
Dean then said, "With your looks you probably had more than your share."
"I have done it only twice and both times you were involved." Jennifer then went into details about the fraternity, her first boss and Frank. "I have come close, but something always seemed to happened to stop me."
"I don't care. I still love you," said Dean.
Jennifer didn't say a thing at first, her action said all that needed to be said. She rolled on to Dean and put his love pole back into her love canal.
Not wanting to put the curse on any of their children. Jennifer went and stayed on the pill.
Come February 2015 a monkey wrench was thrown into Jennifer's plans.
It started with a call from her pharmacy.
"Jennifer we need you stop by and pick up another batch of birth control pills."
"What are you talking about? I won't need a refill for another month," stated Jennifer.
"There is something wrong with the pills we used in your last prescription. They aren't doing the job."
"You don't mean I could be pregnant," asked Jennifer.
"Hopefully not. Most women don't become pregnant within a month of coming off the pill."
Jennifer wasn't like most women.
The next morning Jennifer had an upset stomach.
A visit to her doctor that afternoon proved the curse was at work. She was pregnant.
On the 27 of October 2015 a baby boy was born to Jennifer and Dean.
It was a very happy normal life for this family for the next sixteen years..
The only thing that marred this happiness was the knowledge of the curse.
Dean and Jennifer were unable to bring up the curse until the night of February 11th 2032. You see, Jack, like his father would have to travel to where the curse would take place.
"Jack we need to talk," announced Jennifer as they walked into Jack's bedroom.
"Give me a minute. I need to put the finishing touches to a report I need to make to my Ancient History class Friday," Jack told them.
"You won't have to make the report," Dean told Jack.
"What are you talking about? If I don't make this report I will get an F for the mid tern. I have never had as low as a C in any of my classes."
"You won't be in school to make your report," Jennifer told her son. "Sometime tomorrow your dad and I will take you to the airport and drop you off. You will then go up to the ticket counter and ask for a round trip ticket, leaving tomorrow and returning late the next day. Your father and I will not know where you are going and never will."
"What are you talking about?" asked Jack.
"One word, Curse!" replied Dean. "Your mom's family or I should say your dad's family and mine were cursed 308 years ago."
Dean then went into all the details.
When Dean finished, Jack's answer to all that he was told was. "You mean the two of you swapped bodies. HEhehehehhehehehheheh," Jack didn't stop laughing for a solid three minutes. Finally he said, "That's a good one."
"We are telling you the truth," said Jennifer. "When you return on Friday. You will be our daughter. The only ones who will know something different will be the others involved in the curse. Your father and I will have no knowledge of ever having a son name Jack."
Shaking his head in disbelief. Jack told his parents. "I think I will go and stay over at Brock's until the two of you come your senses."
"That won't work," Jennifer told her son. "I tried to run away when my parents told me about this curse. Within three hours I was back in my own bed. Within twelve I was in Jennifer's body."
"Then I just won't go," announced Jack. "Now leave me alone."
The next morning Jack asked his parents to take him to the airport. He told them he needed to see a sick friend.
The following evening Dean and Jennifer met their daughter Donna at the airport.
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