Spellbound

by Jennifer White

 

I looked at Kate, and I tried not to cry. That's right, a guy wanting to cry. Me of all people! A big guy who played football and was great at boxing. A tough guy. But yes, I wanted to cry. Let me explain.

In college, I had roomed with a guy named Dylan. He was the one who got me into the gym to try boxing in the first place. I starred on the football team, while he ran track. So naturally we hit it off as buddies. We went out drinking, took classes together, double dated the cheerleaders, and breezed through school.

We both got good jobs right away, and we stayed close. But then came the problem. Kate.

The first time I saw her, my heart leaped like it had for no other woman in the world. Her blonde hair, her perfect body, her smile, the way she walked, her voice, her smell.... everything about her made me know in my heart, that she was the one and only girl for me in all the world.

The only problem was that when I saw her the first time, it was when she was dating Dylan. They were arm in arm, while I was with some other chick, who I soon forgot. I wanted Kate more than anything! But when I started to pay her too much attention, Dylan cut it off.

"Look man, she's mine" he said. "You lay off her! You can have any babe you want. But not Kate. Understand?"

Great. I found the woman of my dreams, and I couldn't have her.

That made things hard for me. Whenever I saw my best friend, he was with my dream girl. Yeah I was jealous! How could I not be? She was everything I ever wanted. And the more I got to know her, the more I obsessed over her. I might take an innocent picture of the gang when we went out to the bar. Then I'd edit it down to just her, and blow it up as the background image for my computer. I kept the birthday card that she sent me with Dylan (after I crossed out his name).

I thought about her every day, and every night. I prayed that we might be together. I tried to pray to her, in hopes that she'd hear me. But of course, that led to nothing. I was hopelessly in love with her, and no other woman had any interest for me anymore. I would just date to keep up appearances.

I tried to make her jealous once, dating a blonde floozy. But that didn't work. I tried everything! She was a friend to me, but no more. And now, I got even worse news, when the inevitable happened.

"Jake!" said Dylan. "Kate and I are engaged!!!"

So this was it. I was losing her forever. She was going to marry him, and I'd never have the one girl in the world for me. I had to fight back tears for the first time in my life, since I was just a boy.

 

* * *

 

It was less than a week before their wedding, when good luck finally crossed my path. I had been in an antique store, looking for something different to give Dylan and Kate for their wedding. I knew she loved antiques, so I would find something old and cool. She'd be impressed that I actually listened to her.

I was looking at this old bookcase, when I saw a dusty old volume that claimed to be a book about magic!

"I wonder if there are any love potions?" I said to myself.

I looked at the book, and while there was nothing quite like that, I did find something intriguing. So I bought the book, along with the old bookcase, which I'd take home and clean up, before presenting to the couple.

Deep inside the magic book, there was a chapter that held my interest. It said that it is possible for one person to posses the mind of another, and make them do things. If you worked it right, you could go all the way, and completely enter their body!

Now I thought about this. I could enter Kate's body, make her break it off with Dylan, and quickly marry me. But the thought of being inside a female body was too much to bear. I couldn't do that! So how about if I entered Dylan's mind, had him break it off with her, and tell her to marry me.

No, that wouldn't work either. She loved him. She wouldn't just come running to me. Plus, I knew how chicks were. If she did break up with him, she'd hate me too, and I'd never see her again. No, there was only one choice: I would have to enter Dylan completely, and become him. The book said that in return, he'd become me. Yeah, he'd be pissed that he was stuck as the loser without the girl, but hey, all's fair in love and war, right?

So I started preparations for the spell. It called for all sorts of odd ingredients, and I had to spend a whole day chasing things down, all around town. When I had everything together, I boiled some water, and add in the ingredients in the prescribed manner. It was a lot of work, but I was able to get everything in, as directed. I let the brew boil down to a thick syrup, and put it into a bottle.

Now there was just one thing remaining: I had to drink some at the same moment that Dylan did. Then we'd switch bodies, I'd be him, and I would have Kate. If he went to her and tried to plead that we had switched bodies, she'd think that it was me going crazy. She knew how I felt for her. So if he freaked out, I'd still be fine. I had everything under control.

I called them up and invited them over.

"I have your wedding gift here, and it is too much to bring to the hall. I'd like it if you'd come over tomorrow night, so we can kind of hang out, I'll give you the gift, we have a few drinks, and stuff."

"Sounds cool. See you at seven, buddy" said Dylan.

I had them now.

 

* * *

 

Everything was going perfectly. Dylan and Kate arrived on time, and she looked absolutely radiant. I showed them the bookcase I had bought and restored, and she was so happy that she covered her face, and I could see a tear in her eye.

"Where are we going to put it?" asked Dylan.

"In our bedroom honey" replied Kate, giving him a kiss.

Soon that would be me that she was kissing!

"Hey, lets have a drink" I said. "I got some shots for us. Its imported. It tastes a little funny, but its really good."

"I'm game" said Dylan, who never turned down a drink.

"Why not?" said Kate.

"I'll be right back" I said.

 

I went to the kitchen, and poured three glasses of jager. Into two of them, I put ten drops of the syrup I had concocted a few days before. I stirred it up, so that it would dissolve completely. I was very careful to hand Dylan the glass with the stuff in it, and take the other one myself.

"Okay, bottoms up!" I said.

"Hang on" said Kate. "I want you to take a picture of us first."

"Okay" I said, not ready for a bug in the plan like this. Oh well, I could wait a few more moments, couldn't I? I had all the rest of my life with Kate ahead of me.

I took a couple of pictures of them, and everyone was all smiles.

"I'm so glad that you're so accepting of us marrying" said Kate. "I know this must be hard on you."

"Yeah, thanks buddy, I'm so glad you're being supportive" said Dylan.

"What are friends for?" I asked.

We took our glasses, clinked them, and got ready to slam them. I poured the dark liquid into my mouth. I tasted the anise flavor of the jager, followed by a strong foul aftertaste.

"Ick" said Kate.

"Not bad" said Dylan.

I could really feel my drink, as if I had just downed a whole bottle. The room was kind of spinning, and I had to sit down. The last thing I remember seeing made my heart plunge though: Kate was reeling, and Dylan needed to steady her, so she didn't fall. Kate had taken the spiked drink! No!!!!!!

 

* * *

 

I woke up, with Dylan looking down at me.

"Oh honey, you're awake. I was so worried about you."

Honey? He had never called me 'honey' before!

"Ugh, I feel...." I started to say. Then I stopped. I was hearing Kate's voice when I talked. Maybe a little richer sounding than her voice, like it was coming from inside my head.

I looked at my hands. They were so small! I had long fingernails, with a perfect French manicure! I had a three carat diamond engagement ring on! These were Kate's hands! No! I had changed places with her!!!!

 

I looked down at myself. I was wearing a light blue fuzzy sweater. That was what she had been wearing! On my chest, I had these large mounds! No!!!! I had a narrow waist that tapered down, then flared back out at the hips. I was wearing a navy skirt that came down to my knees! My lower legs were smooth and hairless! I was in Kate's body! Oh no!!!!

I can't be a girl! I can't....

I touched myself between the legs. Instead of having my penis poking out of me, there was nothing I could feel! I was a girl now! I was in Kate's body! Everything seemed horribly wrong! I turned, and I felt her long hair all around my head. I touched my face. It was so soft and smooth. I was Kate now. I was a girl. I was Kate.

I felt so overwhelmed by emotions! I could hardly think logically. I looked up at Dylan, and my heart skipped a beat. My body was in love with him, and I felt an inner feminine desire for my man. No! I didn't want a man! I can't be a woman! I don't have feminine desires! Why was I letting him hold my hand?

"Why don't you sit up Kate. I'll get you some water."

"Okay" I said weakly.

I looked around the room. There was me! At least, the old me. Laying slumped over in the chair was my old body. It was like looking in a mirror, except that the image didn't move when I did. Kate must be in my old body. What would happen when she came to? My old body was laying there, just snoring.

"Come on honey, I'm taking you home" said Dylan, after I drank the water. He lifted me up by the hand, and he seemed so strong and so handsome. He opened the car door for me, and closed it when I got in. I felt an inner surge of love for him, because he took such good care of me.

No! I can't let myself feel that! I don't love him! I'm not Kate! I'm just in her body! I have to figure out how to switch back before its too late! The wedding is in two days, and I'm stuck in Kate's body!

We got back to our place... I mean Dylan and Kate's place, and he helped me out of the car. I went to the bedroom, and looked at the pink silk nightie hanging from the bedpost. I was going to have to wear that? I went into the bathroom. Lets see. What do girls do when they get ready for bed?

Oh yes, they take off their makeup. Where does Kate keep her stuff? I didn't know. I had to look through the cabinet to find the makeup remover and some cotton pads, like I'd seen some of my girlfriends use. I couldn't stop staring at Kate's image in the mirror. It was so weird! I was totally freaked out. I brushed my teeth (I assumed the pink toothbrush was hers!). I put on the nightie, and tossed my skirt and sweater into the dirty clothes hamper. Dylan wasn't going to expect me to do the wash, was he?

I laid in the bed, and my hands first had to touch my breasts. They seemed so big! How could I have boobs? I moved my hands down between my legs. I had a tuft of pubic hair, neatly trimmed into a rectangle. Below that, I could only feel a slit running down me. I was too afraid to explore it though. I wasn't a girl! I couldn't have a pussy! I wasn't going to touch myself down there!

I heard Dylan coming, so I pretended to be asleep already. He put his arm around me, and I felt so uncomfortable! But then it got worse: from touching me, he got aroused, and I felt him poking me.

"What do you say we do something tonight?" he said amorously.

"Not until after the wedding" I said, trying to put him off.

"Its only two days away, my love. Why not have me tonight."

"No" I said firmly. "After the wedding."

"Humph. Chicks!" said Dylan.

That was quite an insult, to say that I was acting like a chick! But at least I had bought myself some time. I don't think I could have taken it if he had tried to do me.

 

* * *

 

I woke up in the morning, and Dylan was gone. I realized why: it was Saturday, the day before the wedding. I was supposed to go with Dylan and the guys for his bachelor party. Well, at least the old me, the one in the male body was supposed to go! But now I was inside Kate. I just could not believe it.

The guys would all be out of town now, after riding the train 3 hours. They'd be drinking, playing cards, going out to a steak dinner, then hitting the strip clubs. Me? I had become a girl. I wondered how Kate was faring in my body. Knowing how chicks liked to check up on you, she was probably glad to be able to keep tabs on Dylan. But I was anything but glad right now!

I got up, and went to take a shower. I took off all my clothes, and stared at my naked body in the mirror. I had imagined seeing Kate's perfect body nude a million times. And now I was. I shivered all over as I stepped into the shower. Everything felt so wrong!

I lathered up some of her soap (which smelled like flowers) on my hands, and started to clean myself. It felt so strange and alien to be touching breasts on my chest. Her perfect breast. On my chest! Can you imagine how many times I had dreamed of fondling them? Now I was hand-washing them, but the moment was hardly triumphant, because now these breasts were mine!

I soaped up some more, and moved further down, past my perfect flat stomach, to where my hips got wider. Touching the pubic hair on my new body didn't feel any different than before; but when I moved down between my legs, now things got really scary. I had nothing there!

It was so hard to look down between the boobs on my chest, and see the nothingness I now had between my legs. Instead of my usual equipment poking out, I had a girl's anatomy now. It was something I just couldn't wrap my mind around. I couldn't be a girl! How could this be real?

I had obsessed over Kate for years. I had dreamed of touching her all over, feeling every inch of her skin. Washing her in the shower had been a fantasy too. Now I was doing that, but it was all horribly wrong! I wanted her. I didn't want to be her! But here I was, in her body, the day before she was due to be married! I had shivers all over. I had to get back to my real self.

I washed my hair next, and it felt strange to have so much of it. I rinsed off, got out of the shower, and dried off. I had seen my past girlfriends wrap a towel around their heads after they showered. I soon learned why, as water from my long hair kept dripping off. It took me four tries to get the towel to stay on.

I pulled on a bathrobe, and wondered what to do next. I couldn't decide, but then I realized: I needed to go pee. I walked over to the toilet, and opened up my bathrobe. But then as I reached down between my legs, I realized a sad truth: I had nothing there to aim at the bowl. I felt humiliated as I had to sit down to pee. And I felt even worse than that when I had to reach down in front of me, and wipe myself dry. I was dead scared of that slit between my legs!

Now I went to the bedroom, and I started digging through the drawers in the dresser until I found the panties. I picked out a pair of white ones that weren't as threatening as the thong style ones she had in there, or the sexy high cut pink ones. No, plain white would do it for me today, thank you!

I wondered what I should put on next, when I heard a noise. The front door opening! My heart pounded so hard! I was just a girl now. What would I do if it was an intruder? What if it was Dylan? Or Kate, in my old body, coming over to see what had happened.

"Kate, are you ready?" called out a girl's voice.

"In here" I managed to say, weakly.

The bedroom door opened, and in walked Meredith. Kate's girlfriend, who was going to be her maid of honor in the wedding. Tomorrow.

She was seeing me, and thinking I was Kate! It felt awful for another person to see me like this.

"Kate, you're not ready! The girls will be waiting for us! Come on, lets get you dressed."

"I'm sorry" I said, making up an excuse. "I'm so frazzled thinking about tomorrow, that I just can't get it together."

"Aw, poor dear" she said, coming over to give me a hug.

Meredith was a little hottie, and having her press up against me should have made me hard. I should have been feeling aroused. But I was in a chick's body myself, so I didn't have anything to get hard anymore. That made me feel so crushed!

"Here, put this tank top on" she said.

"Don't I need a bra?" I wondered, as I said out loud.

"No silly, this one has a built in bra. You really are out of it, aren't you?"

Next she picked out a pair of black jeans for me. I pulled them on, and I was horrified that they came down to just below my knees. And they really showed off my curves. They were so tight. I loved when Kate wore something like this. The tank top showed off my boobs, the jeans were sexy, as were the shoes with the little heels that Meredith picked out. I liked looking at a hot babe dressed like this. But it wasn't the same that it was me in this outfit!

"Would you help with my hair and makeup?" I asked.

"Sure!" said Meredith.

I stood still as she blow-dried my hair. I watched what she did with the brush and the dryer, in case I had to do this again myself. If I was going out as Kate, I wanted her (the new me) to look good at least. I didn't want to ruin her reputation or anything, before I found a way to switch us back to our normal selves!

I needed to get to my house, find the book of spells, and switch us back! But they guys were out of town, so that was impossible to do today. So I just sat still as Meredith applied makeup to my face, making me look even prettier than I was. Kate was a girl that didn't need makeup. But by adding it on, I now looked even hotter and sexier than before. This wasn't what I really wanted! I wanted to be with the guys slamming beers. But now, I was about to go out to meet the girls, and I had no idea what laid in store for me!

 

There was one final touch. Meredith had this hair thing. One of those big curved things that chicks put in their hair. I think they call it a barrette or something like that. I'm not too sure. She put in on me, then pulled something white from her big purse.

"What's that?" I asked.

"You'll see!" she said, grinning.

She attached the white thing to my hair thing, and I was immediately mortified. It was a bride's veil! Hanging off my head, I had a white veil. Me, a bride? No! I couldn't be a bride!

You see, the problem with being a bride is that first of all, you've got to be a chick, and I was a man. Secondly, if you were a bride, you were about to be wed to a man, which was not what I wanted, for sure! And lastly, if you were a bride, it meant that after the ceremony, after everyone when home, it would be just the bride and groom. And they would consummate the wedding. I was not about to even think of doing that!

Meredith handed me a pink purse, and pulled me by the arm.

"Come on babe, the girls are waiting!" she said.

Reluctantly I followed her out to her car, and got in. I was so sensitive to the fact that I was a girl now! Everyone was looking at me, seeing my sexy body, and seeing the veil on my head. Chicks who saw me thought I was one of them. And the guys, they would all want me. And everyone would think that I was about to marry a man! It was so scary and intimidating!

 

I cranked up the radio, so I wouldn't have to talk to Meredith too much. I was afraid she'd realize I wasn't really Kate, and that somehow she'd do something to shame me even more. So I looked out the window, and listened to the music.

"Scary time, hum?" she said, as she squeezed my hand. "I remember the day before I married Jack. I was so scared too! I mean, you're giving up your independence, and you're committing yourself to one man for the rest of your life. I wondered if he was the right one. Was I making a mistake?"

I looked at her, surprised. Chicks were so cool about things. Did they really feel doubts like that too?

"Oh?" I said.

"Yes. And then there was the issue about children. How long would I work before we started to have babies? Would I be a stay-at-home mom, or would I put my babies in daycare, so I could keep working? Jack wanted me to get pregnant right away, but I decided to wait. I mean, I want to have a baby. What girl doesn't? But just not yet."

I was thinking: I sure didn't want to have a baby! This girl didn't! But I held my tongue.

"So how did you tell him?" I asked.

"Oh, you know guys. You have to sell them everything, as if it is for their own good. I told him that if I went on the pill, it would reduce or eliminate my periods, so he'd be able to have sex with me more often. Now that, he went for. Guys are easy. You'll learn. You're the one in the relationship with the pussy, so you can make the rules. The trick is to make him think he's in charge. Men like that. Buy you can run things, if you're subtle."

"Thanks for the advice" I said.

We pulled into a condo parking lot, and I followed Meredith into the door of her place. In there was about a dozen girls. Some of them I recognized from parties I had been to with Dylan and Kate. One of them was in a picture on Kate's wall that I had seen before. Her little sister Lisa.

"Oh Kate, I'm so happy for you!" gushed Lisa, as she came over and gave me a big hug.

Because I had been madly in love with Kate, I had tried to memorize everything about her. While I had never met Lisa in person before because she lived out on the coast, I did know that she was married, and had two children. I even knew their names, because I had wanted to impress Kate with how many details of her life I knew.

"Hey Lisa. How's Bob doing? And the little ones? How old is Jackie now?"

"She's two and a half" replied Lisa. "And everyone is doing fine. Mom's got the kids today, and Bob is hanging out with the guys. He was being really mysterious about where they were going. Do you have any ideas?"

"Dylan is being quiet" I said, trying to play along. "I think they're going out of town or something. I heard his friend Jake say something about a train."

"This is the same Jake that you thought had the hots for you?"

I was stunned. Kate knew? And she told her sister?

"Yes" I said. "That's him."

"How is he taking it, the wedding? You know how guys keep all those emotions bottled up. He's not going to get drunk and fly into a rage at the reception, is he?"

"Jake's not like that" I said defensively. "He is very nice, and he would never do anything like that."

"Wow sis, you sure have changed your attitude towards him! You're being protective of him! Or are you just getting cold feet, so you feel attracted to another available guy?"

"I'm not attracted to him!" I said.

That was true. I wasn't attracted to any guy.

 

Since I (Kate, really) was the star of the show for the day, all of the other girls wanted to jump in and talk to me too. So thankfully, my conversation with Lisa ended. It was overwhelming to have so many girls, all at once, and everyone talking. I could only grab snatches of conversations, with so many girls buzzing around me at once.

"I hate bridesmaid dresses" said one girl. "You have to pay big bucks for them, then you never wear them again. I mean, with that powder blue color, I can't even try to get it altered into something useful."

"You could wear it to the prom!" said another.

"If I was in highschool. Very funny."

"I can't believe that Dylan has that Jake in his wedding party" said another girl to me. "All he does is stare at you, like some lovesick puppy."

"He's not so bad" I said defensively.

"You just like to surround yourself with men who admire you" she replied.

"Where are you going on your honeymoon?" asked the short, heavy girl.

"Hawaii" I said, since Dylan had told me their plans.

"How romantic" she replied. "You're lucky to have a man who will take you to Hawaii."

"That's where we went on our honeymoon" said another, who I recognized as Kate's friend Angela.

"How was the scenery?" I asked.

"What scenery? I don't think we ever left our hotel room!" she said, causing all the girls to erupt into giggles.

"That was us too" said the blonde girl in the black skirt. "He couldn't get enough of me all week. I lost count after the first day."

"I was sore from being on my back so much" said another who I recognized as Amy.

I didn't even want to think about going through that! I couldn't. That wouldn't happen with me.

The girls were talking about a million things at a time now. Some were talking about their children, how cute they were, and how smart.

"My Billy was reading!" said one. "At such an early age. He's so smart."

"My little Sally was hanging out with her sister, and they were playing games that the box says 'ages 7 and higher', even though she's just six!"

"Evan is already potty trained" said another.

"You are so lucky. I just hated diapers" replied Lisa.

She turned to me.

"Don't worry sis, I'll help teach you about all the fun stuff you'll get to learn when you're a new mom."

"Like nursing bras" said someone, causing laughter.

"And you won't want to wake up hung over" said another girl. "When you're a mom, whether you feel good or not, your baby still needs to be taken care of. You never get a day off. Unless your mom is staying with you!"

"Oh yes, grandmothers are wonderful!" said someone else. "They miss having babies, so they'll do things for you. But just for a few days!"

"Are you going to use daycare for your babies, or will you stay at home to raise them?" asked Meredith.

"I... I haven't thought of that" I said.

"You had better" said one girl. "If you and your man don't talk through these things now, there will be trouble later on, mark my words!"

"Yes" added Angela. "You should put your foot down right away, so he doesn't think he can dictate your life to you. Just because you're his woman doesn't mean he owns you!"

"How true" said Meredith.

"No man is going to own Kate!" said Lisa defensively.

My head was spinning. And that was just five minutes of the girls talking! You have to understand: I was still freaking out from being in Kate's body. My brain was getting slammed with female hormones, and it was causing my emotions to feel hyper-amplified. I was terrified that somehow everyone would know that I was really Jake, and that they could all see through me. Talk of husbands, sex as a wife, babies, dresses and all was just overwhelming to me. Part of me wanted to cry, part of me wanted to get drunk, and part of me was frozen like a deer in the headlights.

 

There was a flurry of activity now, and suddenly I realized: this wasn't just girls getting together, this was an organized party. A bachelorette party. My bachelorette party.

In a way, I had always wondered what went on when the chicks had their party the night before a wedding. Now I would get to find out, but not in the manner I would want to! I was one of them now. When they passed me a margarita, I was all too glad to drink it. Even if the ice cubes were shaped like the male anatomy, and the straw also had the shape of a pecker at the top, where you put your lips. That wasn't what I wanted to be sucking on! But I needed a drink.

Going from a big guy who was pretty built, to being a thin girl, I wasn't quite prepared for how much harder one drink hit me! As a guy, I could have downed two or three of them, but in Kate's body, one strong drink had me feeling no pain. And I needed it, as it turned out, because Meredith had planned the whole party as a way to tease me, and to try and embarrass me.

First, we sat around the livingroom, as we ate and drank. Lisa passed out gift bags, with images of guys bare chests on one side, and a guy's rear in a thong on the back. I was disgusted, to say the least! But things got worse, as Meredith and Lisa started to hand out party favors.

First, they had a sash, like the contestants in a beauty pageant wear. They put it on me, and I was horrified when I saw the words on it: "Miss Lay". They also gave me a 'magic' wand, a glittery rod with a star at the end. But in the middle of the start was a penis.

"You can wave your wand, and make any man hard" said Meredith.

"It's your last night of freedom, so you're going to have to flirt with as many men as possible" said Lisa.

I was blushing bright red by now, to say the least!

All of the girls got Mardi Gras beads, and they were putting them around their necks, or making bracelets out of them. I followed suit, so I wouldn't look out of place. But how was I supposed to look like I was enjoying things, when the next 'gift' I got was soap-on-a-rope. But the soap was flesh colored. And shaped just like a large penis!

"Um, thanks" I said.

"Don't let Dylan see that" said one girl. "He'll feel jealous and inadequate!"

"Maybe his bigger!" said another girl.

Me? I just blushed some more. The blushing bride. Great.

Everything they gave out was gag gifts. Meredith was now wearing a badge that read "pecker inspector". Lisa was wearing earrings with dangling dicks. They even had gummi peckers as 'snacks'. I told them I wasn't hungry.

We all got wind up "jumping peckers", and we had to have a race. The girls all laughed like crazy as the herd of miniature peckers bobbed up and down.

"That's whats going on in the guys pants right now at the strip club!" said one girl, causing a roar of laughter. I tried my best to laugh along, so I didn't seem too weird to them.

Now we played some games. The first one involved drawing. Meredith and Lisa handed out pads that were shaped like a guy. But they were blank in the middle.

"Write your guy's name at the bottom" said Meredith, "then draw away! After you all turn them in, we'll judge who is the winner."

My hand was shaking as I wrote "Dylan" at the bottom of mine. He wasn't my guy! He was Kate's. For the first time, I wondered how she was doing in my body. But knowing chicks, she was probably glad that she could spy on Dylan, and keep tabs on what he was doing. But I had to switch back. I couldn't go on like this!

"You poor thing, that's all your man's got?" asked one girl, looking down at my pathetic drawing. It wasn't like I checked out guys to know how to accurately draw a penis. Some of the girls had made their drawings way big. Mine was sort of in proportion, but very small compared to most of their drawings.

"Looks like Rachel is the winner!" announced Meredith, holding up her drawing for us all to see.

I couldn't take much more. The very thought of a male putting something up into me was disgusting beyond all description. I had to go to the bathroom, and get some time alone. Out of habit, when I got in there, I stood in front of the toilet bowl, and reached down to unzip my fly. But I had nothing to poke out the hole. I had to sit down again.

I looked at myself in the mirror, as I sat there. How could I be Kate? I loved her with all my heart. But how could I be in her body? This was so wrong. I wondered if I should call her on the cell phone. But no, you were never allowed to bring cell phones to a bachelor party! I had no way to get ahold of her.

I washed my hands, and looked at myself some more, with the veil on my head, and the Miss Lay sash. If I was still a guy, I'd want to nail me. But I was stuck in a chick's body. I was at my own bachelorette party! How could things get any worse?

 

Well, when I returned to the girls, we first played a game of "pin the macho on the male". There were posters of male firefighters, football players and such on the walls. Each girl had to be blindfolded, spun around, then try tape an oversized picture of the male anatomy onto the poster, with sometimes hilarious results (for the girls).

If that wasn't bad enough, the next game involved a two foot high inflatable pecker, which we had to toss rings around to win 'prizes'. I didn't want any more of the prizes they were handing out, so I did my best to miss. Lisa won a necklace with a dozen condoms dangling from it for example. Not what I was going to wear!

Next, we all ate. Not like the guys stuffing our mouths with pizza, but everyone talking, eating semi-healthy snacks (chips and salsa for example, or the veggie tray). The girls did go crazy on the brownies however. And I needed another drink; my buzz was wearing off.

And it was a good thing that I had that drink, because not five minutes after I polished it off, there was a knock at the door.

"He's here!" said Meredith.

"Who?" I asked, terrified to let someone else see me like this.

"The stripper."

A male stripper? At my party? I wanted to run. I tried to get up and leave, but the girls wouldn't let me. I had to sit there as this guy who was really built started to dance to a CD player he had brought with him, and then start to take his clothes off. When he was down to just a thong, he stayed right in front of me. I couldn't get away. I had no choice but to watch him take it all off.

"Oh my god!" said Lisa.

"Look at him!" said another.

"I hope for your sake that Dylan is built like him!" said someone else.

I felt like I could have died, having to watch him. Even worse, was my body's reaction. My mind said "that is disgusting". But deep down inside my (well, actually Kate's) body, I felt this strange tingling. The female hormones were causing a female sexual reaction to what I was seeing. I couldn't help it; I was getting wet. A man was turning me on, against my will! Now I wanted to cry.

 

I don't know how I made it through all that. By the time he left, it was getting dark out. We helped Meredith clean up a bit (well, everyone buy me... they wouldn't let me do anything). Then we all got into cars, and went out for dinner. They wouldn't let me take off the view or the sash. All night long, I was to remain 'Miss Lay'.

After dinner, we went to a dance club, where we drank, then headed out to the dance floor. Naturally, with a big group of girls, most of whom were hot, we soon attracted a flock of guys who were buying us drinks, and asking to dance with us. I don't know how many I had to turn down.

"Come on babe, this is your last night to play the field" said one. "Dance with me!"

"How about me, darling?" said another. "I'll treat you right, and make you forget you're going to be married."

"What's the harm?" asked another. "Just have some fun!"

I had to make up an excuse. I hated to say it, but it was the only thing that worked.

"Sorry boys, I love Dylan, and he is the only man for me."

At least that got them off my case. But I did accept another drink that someone bought for me.

The only really fun dance all night, was when all the girls formed a train, and we snaked our way across the dance floor, while hollering and screaming. I had one hot girl with her hands on my hips, while my hands were right on Meredith, and I had an awesome view of her cute little rear, covered in a tight skirt. If only I didn't have boobs on my chest, jiggling, and obscuring the view somewhat. They were a constant reminder that I wasn't a man anymore.

 

When I finally was able to go home, take off my makeup, put on my nightie and go to bed, I was so relieved. I had nightmares all night about the stripper, and the guys trying to pick me up at the bar. Even sleep brought no relief to my plight.

 

* * *

 

I woke up the next day feeling hung over. With the smaller body I was in, I didn't metabolize the drinks as well. And I needed to drink a lot to even get through that terrible day. But now, a thought crossed my mind that was beyond all horrors: I was a woman, and today was my wedding day. In a matter of hours, unless I could do something to fix it, I would be married to a man! I'd become a wife! I had to do something, and soon!

It was 10:30. I had really slept in. I raced over to my purse, and dug out my cell phone. It was funny that I was thinking of her things as 'mine' now. I didn't want to make that adjustment! I wasn't Kate, I was Jake!

I was very disappointed that she didn't have my phone number in her speed dial list. So I added it in, for her. I called, and my heart pounded in my ears as I waited to hear my real voice answer the phone.

"Hi" said a male voice, which wasn't mine.

"Hi, this is Kate. Is Jake there?" I said.

"No" said the guy. "He's hanging out with Dylan all day, to keep him out of trouble."

"I need to see him" I said. "Its important."

"Okay" said the guy, who I now recognized as my friend Rick. "But only if I can get him away from Dylan. Even I know that the bride and groom aren't supposed to see each other on their wedding day."

"Thanks" I said. "That is very thoughtful of you. Please tell Jake to call me, right away. This is very important to me."

"Yeah, sure" said Rick. "Catch you later."

He hung up on me.

I stood there, feeling devastated. I needed to switch back to my real self! Time was running out!

 

And just when I thought things were as bad as they could be, here came Meredith and Lisa. They had brought breakfast (good, I needed something so I could get over my hangover). But they started to lay out my schedule for the day, and I realized that every minute from now until the ceremony was going to be full.

"Okay, take a shower, then we're off to the beauty salon" said Lisa.

"And use a shower cap" said Meredith. "They'll wash your hair there."

"And don't forget to shave your legs, sis" added Lisa helpfully. "You want to look your most beautiful for your wedding!"

I showered, still feeling so strange to touch myself all over, in this alien female body. And it felt really weird to run the pink shaver down my legs, to make them even smoother then they already were. I also did under my arms, just in case. I dried off, put on a pair of panties and a bra, then went into the bedroom. Lisa handed me a little sweater that buttoned down the front, and then a skirt, which I put on.

"Your hair looks a mess" she said. "You should put it into a ponytail."

She handed me a little stretchy band thing, so I pulled all my long hair together in the back, and pulled it through the band, then let it go. There. A ponytail. I felt embarrassed to be so girly. Didn't Lisa and Meredith realize that I was really a guy, caught in Kate's body? Didn't they realize what it did to me when they treated me like a girl?

We rode to the beauty salon, and soon I was the center of a beehive of activity. First, my hair was washed. Then it was trimmed. Then they put in some gloopy stuff, and then curlers. After all my hair was up in the curlers, I looked ridiculous.

Now they moved me to another area, where they asked me to remove my shoes. I sat in a chair, with my feet soaking in warm water for a few minutes. Then a girl came over, and started to massage my feet and ankles. It did feel good, but it felt so weird, and so wrong!

Now she started to trim my toenails with clippers. That wasn't too bad. But when she started to apply a light pink nail polish to them, I did feel an inner panic. I wanted to get away! But I couldn't. I was trapped here. I could only sit there in shame, as she polished all ten of my toenails.

She talked to me as she worked, and I did my best to not give away the fact that I wasn't really Kate. Fortunately, Lisa and Meredith were there too, getting their own hair and nails done, so I didn't have to carry the whole conversation.

Next, after everything dried, I was taken to another station, where I got a hand and wrist massage, followed by having my nails trimmed, filed, buffed, and an application of the same frosty pink color to my fingernails. Seeing it up close now, I noticed that it had some sparkle in it. The other girls were getting the same color themselves.

"You have nice fingernails" said the woman.

"Thanks, I try" I said.

It felt so weird to be pampered like this, with people doing things I'd always done for myself, like cutting my own nails! I was being fussed over. Someone brought me a glass of juice. I was offered coffee. I was starting to understand why girls like coming here, and being taken care of like this. In fact, I had to admit that it wasn't bad, other than the troubling little problem, that each little treatment was intended to make me look more feminine and beautiful.

When my nails were done, they were all perfect long ovals, colored pink, glittering in the light. I couldn't stop staring at them, or the diamond ring on my finger.

But there wasn't time to think; now I was taken back to the hair station. They spent so much time on my hair, it was hard to understand what all they were doing. All I can tell you, is that when they were done, I didn't look anything like Kate normally did.

I loved how her long hair flowed, and looked so full as it draped down past her shoulders. I loved how it moved as she did, and how pretty it made her look. But now, in her body, my hair had been done "up". It was piled up so high on the back of my head, that the hair no longer came down to cover my neck.

Instead of being long and mostly straight, it was in wavy curls. Instead of hanging down on the sides of my face, it was all pulled up and back, except for two wisps of hair on each side, which frame my face, curling inward as they neared my cheeks.

Atop my head, they placed a glittering tiara. It was dramatic and breathtaking. I was seeing the face of a lovely bride in the mirror. But it wasn't just any bride; it was me.

Oh, and by the way, it is no fun to get your eyebrows waxed. No matter what anyone tells you, it hurts!

 

I thought my torture was done, but far from it. Now they took me to the hall where we were to be married. I looked at the clock in the car. Three hours until the ceremony. I was totally freaking out. Lisa and Meredith practically dragged me in, and took me to a large dressing room.

"You had better try to go pee" said Lisa. "You won't have another chance for quite a while."

I went, but I felt so nervous that my hand was shaking as I closed the door. I returned to the dressing room, and looked at the girls. I was so scared.

First, they opened a bag, and showed me the lingerie I was to wear. They left the room so I could put it on in private. I unbuttoned my sweater, and pulled it off, and then my skirt. I took off the bra I was wearing (with some difficulty!), then looked at the on I was to wear. It was smooth and silky, and somewhere between white and silver. In the front between the cups was a pink bow.

And the cups on this thing! Instead of being the full ones that my other bra had, covering me completely, this one seemed to be half cups. They covered the part underneath, and just an inch past the front where my large nipples poked out. I still couldn't believe that I had those things on my chest.

Once I got the bra on, it seemed to pull my boobs up higher, and together, exaggerating my already impressive cleavage. I realized that a bra like this was designed to wear with a dress that would have a deep cut neck. Everyone was going to get a good look at what I had on my chest. My stomach felt upset.

The panties matched the color of the bra. They were thong style, and very sexy. In the front, they also had the little pink bow. I pulled them on, and I felt almost naked, even with them on! I put on the garter belt, pulled the white nylons up my legs, and attached them. I had taken things like these off a girl. But I had never put them on.

It was a relief to put on the slip, which just came to my waist. I wasn't sure if this was what girls called a half-slip, or of that was one of the short ones. It was all so confusing. but at least nobody could see the tiny panties, or the garter belt now.

There was a knock at the door. My heart pounded, but it was just the girls. I was so afraid for anyone to see me like this. But it was just the girls. In their bridesmaid dresses. They looked so feminine, and so intimidating to me!

"Oh Kate, you look so beautiful" said Lisa.

"You're positively glowing" added Meredith.

Glowing, or dying from embarrassment?

 

Now they opened up another bag, and I got a first look at the wedding gown. My wedding gown. How can I describe it? Let me start with the arms. It had long arms, that came down to my wrists. The material for the arms was almost transparent, with a lacy design in it. The arms ended with a scalloped cut that tapered down so that it was longer on the back of my wrists, and shorter on the inside. So my arms would be covered in lace.

The next thing I noticed was how the top half of it looked almost like a corset, tapering down to an impossibly thin area in the middle. The classic "hourglass" figure. How was I going to get into that? It was solid white, when a textured lace running right up the middle.

As you reached the area where it pushed out for the bust, the textured lace now spread out, so that it completely covered the bust area, and ran up to cover the shoulders. The texture also ran down the back. There was a deep cut in the back, just high enough not to see the bra strap across my back. The front also seemed impossibly deep cut, so that it too would just barely cover the bra I was wearing. I shivered all over thinking of having to wear this thing.

The skirt was very full, a solid shiny white color. At the bottom was a dramatic lace pattern, which climbed up the skirt, sometimes several feet up, sometimes just a few inches up. Even I had to admit it was a gorgeous wedding dress. But not for me to wear! I didn't know what tulle and taffeta were, let alone chiffon!

I felt so helpless, as the girls helped me get into it. They undid a zipper in the back, and had me step into it.

"Put your arms in, sis" said Lisa.

I put my arms through, and now the front of the dress was in contact with me. I looked down. Oh god, so much of my chest was exposed! You could see so much of me! I was shaking, as the started to zip it up. I looked in the mirror. I was in this beautiful fancy ornate dress. Me!

I almost collapsed into a chair, and I needed a drink of water. As I drank it, another woman came into the room, after knocking. She carried what looked like a briefcase, but when she opened it, it was full of little bottles, compacts, brushes and other items I recognized as makeup. The girls had hired a professional makeup artist for me!

I sat there as she applied a seemingly endless variety of things to my face. How much did she need? How long was this going to take? She was putting something on my lips, or my eyes, or my eyebrows, or my cheeks. It seemed to take forever! But when she was done, I wasn't too sure I wanted to see the results.

I looked in the mirror, and I gasped. I had never seen Kate look so beautiful before. But I was her now. My lips looked so full and so pouty, and so kissable. My eyes looked so deep and alluring. My eyelashes were so long! My eyebrows were so thin and so sharp. My face was radiant, and I detected just a little bit of sparkle all over my face.

"Kate, you are so gorgeous!" said Meredith.

"Let me get some pictures" said Lisa. "Mom is going to be so happy when she sees you like this."

I had never met Kate's mom. I was even more scared now.

As the woman had been working on my face, the girls had done their own makeup. Now she helped them with some finishing touches. I thought I was done. But not yet! Now they put long dangling earrings on me, a silver necklace with a large opal, and tight pearl bracelets. I was sprayed with strong perfume.

And then more women came in.

"Mom!" said Lisa, giving on pretty looking older woman a hug.

It was Kate's mom. My mom now.

"Oh my baby girl, you're such a beautiful bride!" she gushed, as she hugged me. "My little girl is all grown up now. I'm so happy for you" she said.

"Oh mom" I replied.

The other girls in the wedding party were here now too, doing their makeup, preening each other, putting on shoes, jewelry, and perfumes. People brought me flowers. Everyone wanted to hug me, and take my picture. I was seeing stars.

It was a total beehive of feminine activity. Everyone talking at once. So much going on. I was almost numb to it all, as Lisa had one final touch for me. She opened another bag I hadn't noticed, and pulled out this huge white mass of crinkly white stuff. You know, kind of like that material ballerinas have around them, that sticks out.

I realized that she wanted to put all that stuff under my skirt! Kate's mom pulled up my skirt, as Lisa and Meredith guided me into the crinkly white stuff. Then everyone helped get my skirt back over it. Now my dress poofed out to my sides for about three feet! It seemed so wide! It poofed way out in back, and trailed along behind me.

Someone was putting shoes on my feet now. Thank goodness they weren't high heels. Someone else sprayed more perfume on me. The makeup lady touched up my face. 'Mom' handed me a bouquet of flowers. Pictures were being snapped.

And the next thing I knew, I heard someone say "Its time!!!!"

 

It was a blur. Now I was standing in the hallway with the girls, and a man in a tuxedo walked up. I recognized him as Kate's dad, from pictures I had seen at her place.

"My little girl" he said, squeezing my hand. "You look so pretty."

He looked at me.

"You're trembling, dear" he said.

"I'm so scared" I admitted.

"That's all right my little angle. It will all be over in a moment."

Music was playing now. The girls were all going. Now Kate's dad put his arm in mine, and started to lead me down the hall. I entered the room, and everyone rose to their feet to look at me. Everyone was smiling at me. Guys were looking at my chest. Women were checking me out all over. My knees were weak as I took each slow step forward.

Up at the front, the girls were gathered to one side, and the guys to the other. In the middle was Dylan, waiting for me. I looked to his side, at his groomsmen. There was the real me. Jake. Kate's soul, transferred to my true body. I looked at him, expecting to see total panic. She would have been just dying to be the bride, as she had dreamed of. She would be wanting to live out this moment as herself.

But she seemed so calm in my body. She just smiled at me. She gave a subtle nod to look at Dylan, and not her, as I approached the altar. I locked eyes with Dylan, and I just froze. Here was my longtime buddy, who was seeing me as his bride to be! I didn't want this; I was about to be married to him!

As our eyes locked, my body had that same physical reaction as I had with the stripper the other day. My body was totally in love with him. It was just my mind that was screaming "NO!!!". I had to stop all this! How could I not end up a married woman?

But I couldn't ruin the day for her by running out. As much as I wanted to stop it, as much as I needed to stop it, I just couldn't find it in my heart. Once we switched back, her life would be in shambles. I couldn't embarrass her in front of all her family and friends. I had no choice. I had to go through with it.

I was all the way up to the altar now. Kate's dad placed me right there, facing Dylan. He was smiling, and he was taken aback at how beautiful I looked. Everyone was. The ceremony started, as he took my trembling hands. I couldn't break contact with his eyes.

My mind was screaming 'no', but my body was just melting in Dylan's presence. I didn't want him, but my body sure did. It was such a physical reaction to him, that it caused this emotional surge within me. As I said before, in this female body, my emotions seemed amplified. My body's reaction to Dylan caused me to feel something for him. It was at this moment when I realized just how much Kate really loved him.

Even through the revulsion and horror of being a man inside a woman's body, this feeling of love for Dylan poured through me and over me. Kate loved him more than anything! I had never stood a chance. She never would have felt this towards me. My eyes started to water, as I began to understand the depths of her love for Dylan. I had lost her forever. We'd switch back, and she'd never be mine.

"Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" said the minister.

"I do" I replied, my voice shaky and high, even for Kate.

"To have and to hold, from this day forth, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer?"

"I do" I said.

I was handed a ring. Dylan held out his hand. I slipped it on his finger.

"With this ring, I thee wed" said the minister.

"With this ring, I thee wed" echoed Dylan.

Now he took out a wedding band, and slipped it on my finger.

"With this ring, I thee wed" said the minister.

"With this ring, I tee wed" I said.

"Should anyone have a reason why these two should not be joined in bonds of matrimony?" he said.

I half expected Kate, in my body, to step in and say something. But there was silence.

"Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

It was done. I was a married woman. The crowd erupted in thunderous applause, as Dylan leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. My body again melted, right into him. We were so close! I felt that tingle between my legs again. My new body wanted him. I had to get out of it, before the end of the night. I couldn't be in here when he consummated the marriage!

We turned to face the crowd as husband and wife, as the music played. We went down the aisle, with everyone applauding and throwing confetti. We were led into a room down the hall, where a long table stood, with glasses of champagne ready for us. The other members of the bridal party gathered in the room.

Dylan had his arm around my waist. He kept leaning over to me, and I kept giving up kisses. How could I not? I couldn't let on who I really was. When it came turn for 'Jake' (my body with Kate's personality!) to congratulate us, I whispered into 'his' ear.

"We need to talk" I said.

He just smiled and nodded. I knew that now wasn't the time.

"I'm so happy for you two" he said out loud.

"Thanks, bud" replied Dylan.

"Thank you Jake, that means a lot to us" I said.

"I know you two will be very happy together" he said, walking off.

"I can't wait for tonight, so I can finally get into your panties" whispered Dylan to me. "I'm going to f**k you so hard all night."

It was disgusting, by my body reacted with that tingle again. My body wanted him so much, even if I didn't.

Now we had to pose as couples, and as groups, as the photographer took picture after endless picture. I was holding my bouquet of red roses, as they snapped so many pictures of me that my eyes were a blur of afterimages from the flashes. Then it was time for dozens of pictures in various poses with Dylan. Then with the girls. Then the guys and girls. It seemed to take so long! So many pictures. I didn't want to be photographed like this, as a bride!

We all drank champagne, and everyone was talking all at once. Lisa came over, and told me to follow her to the adjoining room for a few minutes. I did as she asked. She helped me get out of the crinkly stuff under my skirt that was making it poof out so much. Then she pinned up the back, so it wasn't dragging behind me.

"Can't have someone step on you when you're dancing, and ruing your dress, can we?" she said.

"Thank you so much for all your help. You're the best sister a girl could have" I said.

"Aw, that's so sweet!" she replied, as she finished the work.

It felt better not to be in such a poofy dress. Now the skirt just hung down limply, although it did show off my curves better now. Still, I didn't feel so out of place. I went back in, and drank some more champagne, before we were all called to walk down the hall, and enter the dining hall.

They called us all as couples, and we went up to the head table. When they called Dylan and Kate, everyone stood and clapped. We were in the middle of the head table, on a riser. The centers of attention. But all I could think about was: how was I going to get alone with Kate? I needed to tell her about the spell, and how she could go to my house, make another batch, and switch us back before the end of the night. Then everything would be right again, and we could get on with our lives.

It seemed like an endless wait. I couldn't even eat more than a few bites. I had to endure all the people coming over to talk to me, and tell me what a pretty bride I was. There were tons of pictures to be snapped all over again. I had to dance with Kate's dad. And with Dylan. And every few minutes, the guests would clink glasses, until Dylan and I kissed. I was getting sick of kissing a guy!

I looked all over for Kate, and finally found her, sitting at a table talking to some guy I had never met before. I walked over, and it was clear that the guy knew 'me', Kate. I smiled and pretended to know him as we chatted.

"I need to talk to, um, Jake" I said. "Just a few minutes alone."

"Sure" said the guy.

Suddenly, my plan was ruined when Dylan spotted us, and joined in. I had to get rid of him. But first, I had to get the three of us alone, somewhere more private.

"Can we talk somewhere quiet for a bit?" I asked. "All this noise is too much."

"Sure" said Dylan. "How about the reception room?"

"Great" I said, turning to walk with him.

"Hang on a sec" said 'Jake'. "I'll grab some champagne, and join you there."

"Great" I said. "I could use a drink."

I walked arm in arm with Dylan to the room, where we could wait for 'Jake' to join us.

"You know" said Dylan, "I think my buddy has a huge crush on you. He's probably really upset that he lost you, and that I 'won' the prize."

"I know" I said. "I need to talk to him alone for a bit, so that I can make him understand that he'll never be able to have me. I'm yours."

"I love you" said Dylan, as he leaned in to give me a kiss.

Great. I had to get kissed again. But at least I had given a plausible excuse to get him out of there, so I could be alone with the real Kate. That made it worth enduring!

A short time later, 'Jake' showed up holding three glasses of bubbly champagne. He handed one to each of us.

"To your marriage, may it last forever" he said.

"Aw, Jake, that's sweet" I said.

"Thanks, buddy" said Dylan.

We clinked glasses, and drained them. Maybe it was because I had drank too much, but the champagne wasn't tasting that good anymore. Who knows, maybe he got a skunky bottle? But I felt so relieved as Dylan made an excuse to leave, and took off, closing the door after him.

"Kate" I said, "I am so sorry. It wasn't supposed to happen like this."

'She' just glared at me.

"You wanted to switch places with Dylan, so that you could marry me" she said. "You thought that I wouldn't even notice, and that you'd be able to have me? You didn't think about my feelings? You didn't care that you'd be tricking me?"

I wondered how she knew that I had done it. But my mind was too awash in emotions to think logically right now.

"I know, I was wrong" I said, as I had to wipe away a tear. "I am so sorry. I regret so much what I tried to do to you! It was very stupid of me, and I just....."

"So you realize the consequences of your actions, to a point" 'she' replied.

"No, I really understand now! Please, we have to switch back! Let me explain how I did it."

"I know all about your book of spells" said Kate. "I spent a day at your house, remember? I know all about what you did to me, and how you did it."

My heart started beating so hard, I could hear it in my eyes. Kate's voice seemed so cold, so harsh as she spoke. And it was so weird; it was like looking into a mirror and seeing the image I'd expect to see.. except that the 'me' I was seeing wasn't doing what I was. So it was like a broken mirror. It was hard for me to look directly at my old self. I mostly looked down to the floor. I couldn't look into those glaring eyes!

"So you know how we switched" I said. "So you must have prepared another batch of the potion, so we can switch back, right?"

"No" said Kate.

"Then you have to go home, and make it now, so that we can switch back right away."

"We're not switching back" said Kate.

I couldn't have heard her right. She couldn't have said that!

"What do you mean...." I stammered.

"I found it interesting, how it felt to climax as a man" she said. "It was very short, and nothing like to feels to come as a woman, but there was something about it. No commitment. You don't have to worry that you'll get pregnant. You don't have a man's stuff up inside you, swimming to your uterus, trying to knock you up. No, as a man, you come, bang, and you're done. I liked that. Sex as a man was fun."

"You did what?" I asked, not believing it.

"Let me tell you something about myself" she continued. "Since you're be in my old body for the rest of your life, you should know what kind of a girl you were. You see, I was a tomboy. I played all sorts of sports. Unlike the other girls I knew, who were proud of their boobs when they started to develop, I cried. I didn't want to be a girl! I really wanted to be a boy. I wouldn't wear a skirt when I was young. It wasn't until college, when all the female hormones started to overwhelm me, that I started dressing and 'acting' like a girl. In time, they will get you too, and you will become a 'normal' girl."

"NO!" I said.

I couldn't become a 'normal' girl! I had to get out of this body!

"At school, I feel deeply in love with this one boy. He wasn't like the others. He was kind, sensitive, and caring. We both really loved each other. Our relationship was perfect, except for one thing: when I tried to seduce him, he told me that he wasn't attracted to girls. He could only love boys. And while my personality was exactly perfect, he could never truly give himself to me, and he couldn't hurt me by pretending to be something he wasn't. So with great pain, I lost my soul mate, and we broke up."

"I had no idea" I said.

"It took me years before I could date again. And that when I met Dylan. He's not quite like my true love, but you'll find that he is a good person. But you know that already, you were his buddy. But now, you're his girl. You're his wife. He wants to start a family, right away, you know."

I swallowed hard.

"Please Kate, reconsider. Switch back. We shouldn't be like this, in the wrong bodies."

"No" she said. "For the first time in my life, I'm in the right body. No more boobs. No more periods. No more being soft and feminine. I'm a man now. And this is what I want to be."

"But I don't want to be a woman!" I cried.

"You'll get used to it. In time, you'll even come to like it, as I did. I can understand what you went through, because in a way, I did too, when I became a woman against my own wishes."

"Please Kate, don't do this to me!"

"You had better start calling me Jake, because that is who I am now. And you are Kate, for the rest of your life. There is no going back. I burned the book. I couldn't risk you ever trying to fool me, and switch us back again."

"No!!! You didn't!" I said.

"Oh yes, I did. But not before concocting one more spell. A love potion. You and Dylan just drank it. Not that he needed any; he was already madly in love with you. But now, as soon as you see him, it will hit you, and you will be forever in love with him. True, deep love, in all ways. You'll be powerless. You'll be all his."

"No...." I said, my voice a whisper now.

"And don't think of trying to find another book, so that you can change back. You won't want to change back to your old life. Do you remember that guy I was talking to at the table when you met up with me?"

"Yes" I said.

"That was him. My soul mate. When we go back out there, we're going to dance together, in front of everyone. We're going to kiss. We're going to let everyone know that we are a couple now."

"You can't do that! You'll ruin my reputation!" I said.

"No, my reputation now" she said. "I'm Jake now, and forever. And I can do whatever I want with my life. If I want to date boys, it is none of your business. You're a married woman. What do you care who I date?"

"Oh, please, don't do this to me!" I whined.

"You did it to yourself, Kate. If you left well enough alone, you'd still be you. It is only the fact that you tried to trick me that landed you in this."

I had to wipe tears from my eyes.

"Don't cry Kate" he said. "We both got what we wanted, really. I'll be with my soul mate, and I'll be happy. And as for you, you wanted me. Well, you've got me now. All of me. You're so close to me, that you have become me. You are Kate now. Now and forever."

I was stuck in Kate's body forever, and I couldn't do anything about it! I was going to live out the rest of my life as a woman! And she had put me under a love spell with Dylan. My stomach felt sick. My mind was awhir with all this new terrible information!

I just stood there as he pulled a cell phone out of his pocket, and pushed speed dial number 3. It had been my phone. I knew that #3 as for Dylan, because the 3 button had the letter D on it. Dylan would be here in moments, and the love spell would kick in. I was in full panic, and I didn't know what to do!

Suddenly, Dylan walked in the room, and everything changed. Instead of confusion and panic, my mind was suddenly calm. I was happy. All was right. The whiteness of confusion gave way to calm pink. My man was here, and I loved him so much!

Before, my body was in love with Dylan, while my mind was revolted. But now both forces were unified as one, just as Dylan and I were now one, as husband and wife. I rushed over to him, and threw my arms around him.

"I want you so much" I said.

He grinned from ear to ear.

We went back to the ballroom, and danced the rest of the night away. Jake looked so happy, arm and arm with his guy. He introduced has soul mate as David. They kissed and hugged each other, and I was so happy for them. It was wonderful to see another young couple in love like Dylan and I were.

The crowd was starting to dwindle down, and it was time now. We went out to the waiting limo, which whisked us away to the hotel, just a few miles down the road, near the airport. We were already checked in. We took the elevator to the honeymoon suite, and Dylan carried me into the room in his arms. How romantic.

Inside, we locked the door, and hurried to the bedroom. We kissed and hugged each other, and my hands were already unbuttoning his shirt so I could touch his strong hairy chest. He helped me out of my bridal gown, and I let it fall to the floor, along with my slip.

I undid his belt, and unzipped his pants next. I could feel that he was already hard.

"Ooh" I said.

"I want you baby" he told me.

"I can tell, my love" I said.

Now it was time for him to remove my lingerie. He caressed my legs, as he undid the garters, and slid the sheer nylons off me. Then he took my garter belt off. He pulled down my panties, and put his hand on me down there.

"You're getting me all wet" I said.

"I can tell" he replied, as he kissed me on the chest, then proceeded to remove my bra. He put his strong, warm hands on my breasts and started to gently massage them. Then he unexpected put his mouth on my right nipple, and started to suck me, while flicking my nipple with his tongue. I wanted him so much! I wanted him now!

I practically ripped his boxers off, and pulled him towards me as I laid down on the bed, with the white satin sheets. He got on the bed, and kneeled. He was rock hard, and his manhood was pointed right at me. I grabbed it, and pulled it towards the slit between my legs. I was so ready for him.

He slipped in easily, because I was so well lubricated. He went in so deep, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I spread my legs out wide, then wrapped them around him, pulling him closer. He started to rock back and forth on me, slowly at first, then picking up steam. I started to moan.

When he'd pull almost out, the wide tip of his manhood would make contact with my clit, and that really sent me. I put my finger on my clit, as he pushed himself in and out of me. I was trembling all over, as I started to come. Once. Twice. Three times!

"Yes!!!" I screamed. "F**k me harder! F**k me baby! Harder!!! You're so big! I want all of you in me!"

He held my hands down, as he told me how pretty I was, and how beautiful. My mouth was hanging open, gasping as I was overwhelmed with pleasure.

"I want to have your babies" I said. "Put it into me now. Make me yours."

I felt the warm surge inside me as he throbbed and pulsated. It was like every touch from him, every thrust, and now every throb, would hit me in all the right ways, and send me over the edge again. I screamed! I came again! I so much wanted for the sperm he just put in me to find their way to an egg, so I could get pregnant. I wanted to give him children!

He collapsed on top of me, and we kissed each other, then fell asleep in each other's arms. We woke up at four in the morning, and made love again. He lasted longer this time, and I went wild with the rush of orgasms. When we woke up in the morning, I was so completely in love, and so completely his, that I couldn't even remember my former life.

I showered, dried off, and then I put on the prettiest skirt I had, along with a sexy tank top, and high heels. I wanted to look good for him. After I did my hair and makeup It was so romantic that he offered to carry my suitcase for me! I grabbed my purse, and we headed downstairs.

We'd grab a quick breakfast, then ride to the airport. We'd fly to Hawaii together. And Kate's friends had been right; we didn't leave the room that often! Just like Amy, I'd end up on my back so much that it got sore, and we had to start trying other positions in bed.

And as a final stroke of good luck, near the end of the week, I was due for my period. But I missed it! Dylan was quite virile. His little workers had done their job inside me. In just nine months, I'd become a mother. I was so happy, I was in total bliss. I wanted to dedicate myself and my life to making my man happy. I loved him so much! Dylan was so wonderful, and I was truly lucky to be his wife.

  

  

  

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