Trust

by Jennifer White

 

Mark was so nervous. It was only a few days until his wedding. He had been dating Courtney for two years before he proposed to her, and he was sure that he was doing the right thing. That wasn't the problem though.

First, there had been the typical rush of activities. The rehearsal dinner. Renting his tux. His groomsmen taking him out to a strip club for his bachelor party. Relatives flying in from out of town. Meeting all of her uncles, aunts and cousins, trying to remember their names. Last minute details, like calls from the catering service or the limo company, to confirm everything.

This meant stress, stress, and more stress. It didn't help that Courtney seemed to be totally freaked out by everything, and she was so high strung that he could barely talk to her. So when he had a chance to duck out with a few of his buddies to grab some beers, he was grateful for the break.

"I tell you, things are different these days" said Frank.

"How so?" replied Mark.

"Well, when our parents got married, the men had their bachelor parties, and the women just stayed home and made centerpieces for the wedding. But now, they get wild."

"Wild?"

"Oh yes. I heard that when Randy's wife had her bachelorette party, not only did they have a male stripper, but he actually 'served' her! She goes out and gets banged the night before her own wedding."

"Yeah, I heard that Bill's wife did the same" added Roger.

"She wouldn't do that" replied Mark.

"How can you be so sure? Its her last night out as a single girl. You need to keep an eye on her" said Frank.

"You're right" he said. "I've *got* to keep tabs on her."

"I can help you boys" said a woman who was seated at the next table. "I couldn't help but hear your conversation. I can help you."

Mark turned to see who it was, and turned bright red when he discovered that it wasn't a stranger: it was Courtney's friend Melissa. She was in the wedding party! His conversation would get back to Courtney, and he'd be in big trouble.

"Its not what it sounded like" said Mark.

"Lets take a walk" said Melissa. "We need to talk."

"Excuse me guys" said Mark.

He followed her out the back door of the bar, and walked beside her as she made her way across the parking lot. She seemed relaxed, which Mark wondered about. Was she going to hold this conversation over him, and try to blackmail him or something? He was so scared that he was actually shaking.

"I know this is a hard time for you" she started. "I've known Courtney for far longer than you have. We were roomies in college. She is by far my best friend in the world."

"I know" said Mark. "She talks about you all the time. I can tell that you two have a special closeness."

"She is such a dear friend to me" continued Melissa. "In time, you'll come to trust her as I do. But I can tell that you've got doubts right now, which is natural. So I want to help you. I can make sure that you see everything that goes on tomorrow at the party. And I can make sure that she doesn't know you're there."

"How?" said Mark.

"Show up at my house at 4:00 sharp. The girls will start arriving at 5:00, so you don't want to be late."

"I'll be there" said Mark.

They said their good-byes, then Mark returned to the bar to pound some more beers with the guys. Now he was even more nervous about the wedding than when the evening started.

 

* * *

 

The next day, Mark had no problem sneaking away. Courtney was dressing and doing her makeup for her night out with the girls. It was easy for Mark to come up with an excuse for an errand to run. He kissed her, then ran off to his car. He drove to Melissa's house, but then decided to park his car on the next street over, so that Courtney wouldn't recognize it when she came over.

He walked around the block, and knocked on Melissa's door. She answered it right away, and Mark had to take a step back. He had never seen Melissa looking so good. To start with, she was a thin girl, weighing not more than 120 pounds. Mark guessed that her generous breasts were d-cups, but in fact with her small body. However, with her petite frame, her c-cup size was more than enough to seem really big. The bra she wore pushed them up, and the low cut in her smooth white cami top let him get a good view of her cleavage.

She had long blonde hair, which looked full and thick. She was wearing a lot of makeup, and her eyes looked dynamite. Her lips were red with lipstick, which matched the color on her long manicured nails. Melissa was wearing a long flowing blue skirt with black and white designs on it, along with black high heel shoes. She looked gorgeous.

He had never felt this kind of attraction to her before. She was Courtney's friend, not just some babe. He felt flushed that he was having this moment of weakness.

"Won't you come inside?" she said sweetly.

Mark walked in, and she shut the door behind him.

"Follow me upstairs" she said. "We need to get you ready."

He went up the stairs after her, staring at her butt as it swayed from side to side. Her hips had just the right curve to them. She was so pretty, so seductive.

 

Mark suddenly wondered. What if she was trying to seduce him? What if she was trying to stop the wedding, by having an affair with him the night before? She could expose him to Courtney, and it would all be over.

But no, if she did that, Courtney would never trust her again. That couldn't be true. She must be helping him learn to trust Courtney, just like she said. That was the only possible explanation.

 

Soon, they were in her room, and she shut that door as well. Now Mark felt nervous again, and he started to sweat a little.

"So, what are you going to do to hide me?" asked Mark. "And how can you be sure she won't see me?"

"I'm going to hide you in plain sight, right under her nose" replied Melissa. "She will see you, be she won't."

"I don't understand" he replied.

"You will, momentarily. Now lets get started. This will take a little bit of time. Have a seat, there on the bed."

Mark walked over to the bed, and sat down on the edge. He felt the sweat on his brow again, as Melissa sat down right next to him, close enough that he could feel the heat from her body. She crossed her legs that way that only women can do, and Mark's heart started to beat faster.

"Oh don't worry. I'm not trying to seduce you. Now just pay attention for a minute. Look into my eyes. Deep into my eyes. Focus on me, and nothing else."

Mark looked into her deep blue eyes.

"Now hold out your hand to me" she said.

Mark held his hand out, and felt her take it in hers. He could feel her slipping something onto his ring finger. It was cold for a moment, then it warmed up right away.

"This is my ring" she said. "It represents me, and my power."

Now Melissa took his other hand in hers. She interlocked their fingers in both hands, with their palms touching.

"Look deep into my eyes" she commanded. "Now relax. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath."

Mark did as she said.

"You feel a great deep peace all around you. Let yourself go. Just float and relax."

With those words, Mark did feel an inner calm and sense of peace settle over him. He did feel like he was floating now, walking on air. After all the days of stress and turmoil, it felt so wonderful to relax again! He felt Melissa let go of his hand, and then he felt like he was dreaming.

 

The next thing he knew, Mark felt a hand touching him on the shoulder. An voice he couldn't quite place said "Wake up!". Mark opened his eyes and realized that he was still in Melissa's room, but something didn't quite seem right. He couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong, until he turned his head, and saw himself sitting on the edge of the bed.

No! How could he be seeing himself, as if he was someone else? With a terrible sense of realization, Mark looked down. What he saw almost made him faint. He was in Melissa's body now!

 

It was impossible. It just could not be! He was looking down at his chest, and there were big boobs there. He could feel his push-up bra supporting them, transferring the weight of them to the straps going over his shoulders. How could he be wearing a top like that? How could he have boobs? No!!!!

Mark put his hands up to cup them over his boobs. He could not believe his eyes. But he had to believe his fingers. He could feel the weight and fullness of his breasts in his hands. His hands! They were so small! And his fingernails were so long, and painted red. This couldn't be him! He couldn't be in Melissa's body! But if he *was* in her body, and he had her hands, her boobs, then that meant further down below....

Mark screamed in Melissa's voice, as he touched himself between the legs, and found that he was flat down there. He became *so* aware of being in a skirt, and wearing panties underneath. And high heel shoes on his now-tiny feet. He had become her! Completely!

Mark looked over, and saw a note on the bed. He picked it up and read it:

 

Dear Mark,

By now, you have discovered that you have become me! That's right, *you* are

Melissa now. The girls will be over any time, so I had to leave, since I'm in *your* body.

You can hang out with them all night, have fun, and of course keep an eye on

Courtney. Now do you understand what I meant about hiding in plain sight?

After the party ends, call your cell phone number, and I'll come on over

so that we can switch back. Enjoy being *me* for the night.

 

(P.S. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!)

 

(P.P.S. Well, actually, don't do that either!).

 

 

 

Mark was stunned. He ran to the mirror, and felt a rush of panic as he saw his image. The image staring back at him was that of the sexy woman he had been turned on by, just a short time ago! What a crushing feeling to realize that he was a girl now. How deflating for his ego to know that not only did he have boobs now, but between his legs, he had a pussy! He was a beautiful woman now. He had become a girl. He was Melissa.

Mark was *so* upset! How could she have done this to him? How could she have tricked him? He absolutely *hated* this. It was the worst thing he had ever felt in his entire life. His eyes caught sight of the digital clock by the bed, which said it was 5:57! The girls would be over any minute! Even if he could get ahold of her, there wasn't time to do anything.

He was going to have to stay in Melissa's body all night. He quickly hid the note, in case anyone came upstairs. He didn't want Courtney to see it by some odd chance! Like it or not, he was going to have to go through with this. It *was* true that he'd be able to keep an eye on Courtney all night. But it wasn't worth this price!

 

A ring of the doorbell broke Mark's concentration.

"They've begun to arrive" he said.

It was so weird to talk, but to hear Melissa's silky voice come out of his mouth. He would have to be very careful tonight to try and talk like her, in terms of choices of words. What if he was caught because he talked like his normal self? It was scary to think of what he would have to do to fool all the girls.

He walked down the stairs, marveling that the body he was in moved so smoothly and gracefully. He had never been in heels before, but his body seemed to know how to walk in them. He went to the door, and opened it.

"Melissa, you look awesome babe!" said Kelli, who was Courtney's maid of honor. She was wearing a little black dress, and looked really hot. Her long red hair was pulled back into a ponytail.

"You look awesome too" said Mark. "Oh, do you need help carrying stuff in?"

"You bet. Lets get set up" said Kelli.

For the next few minutes, he helped her carry in a few boxes, and then setup the party favors. It wasn't long before the other girls started to arrive, one by one. It made Mark feel so small that each and every one of these women would look at him, and think he was Melissa! They all treated him as if he was a girl. And knowing that he was among the prettiest of them all, made him feel so weird!

Every moment brought a new foreign sensation. The inside of an arm brushing against a breast. The way his legs crossed, with his wider hips, greater flexibility, and lack of anything between the legs to get in the way. Sensations like the skirt fluttering against his bare, smooth legs or his long hair falling all around him, tickling his face or getting in his eyes were so weird!

All the girls seemed to be talking at once, and he felt overwhelmed by all that was going on. He had a drink, and he was surprised how quickly it went to his head! Weighing only 120 instead of his normal 220, the same amount of alcohol had a much greater effect!

There was the smells of all the cosmetics and the perfume he was wearing. The feeling of his long dangling earrings as he moved his head. The way his boobs jiggled when he walked. And then of course, there was the way that the girls were acting around him.

Mark was used to being a man. So whenever he was with a group of women, there was that distance between them. A woman would be afraid to get too friendly to a man, because me might misinterpret a smile as an invitation to make advances. The fact that he was male kept a certain distance between him and a woman he was with.

But not now. It was so different that a girl he had never met before could sit down by him, and just talk. Inga was short haired, but very pretty. She was smiling at him, and touching him on the arm as they talked. If he was himself, that would never happen!

 

More and more girls were arriving. Most of them, Mark had met before, but a couple of them were new to him. Finally, the doorbell rang, and in *she* came. Courtney. The woman he loved, the woman he was going to marry tomorrow. He had never seen her looking so beautiful before. She was radiant, absolutely glowing.

It was funny; he felt weak in the knees when he saw her. Tears welled up in his eyes. His body had such a reaction to her, a physical reaction along with the emotional reaction in his heart. And now that he was female, the *feeling* was so much more intense than anything he had ever felt before. It was as if male emotions were black and white TV, while female emotions were color, large screen, with surround sound!

Courtney was being greeted by the girls as she made her way in. Her long blond hair was all curly and fancy, since she had a perm in preparation for the wedding. She went up to Kelli, and gave her a hug. Then she saw Mark, and came running over. She put her arms around him, giving him a big hug. He the boobs on his chest pressing into her set of even larger ones.

"Oh Melissa, I'm so glad you're here with me today!" she said.

 

Mark had been in her arms too many times to count. He was used to holding her. It always gave him a good feeling. But not this time. In that moment when she put her arms around him, Mark felt *so* completely crushed, that he did start to cry.

First of all, his body always reacted to Courtney: he would always get aroused by her touch. Pressing into her as he was for that moment, he should have felt himself getting hard, his manhood pressing into her. But now, between his legs, he had *nothing*. The feeling of being female was so overwhelming at that moment, that his male ego felt like it had just been popped by a pin. He couldn't get it up. He had nothing which was even *capable* of getting it up.

Secondly, Courtney was looking at him as a woman. Not as the one she loved with all her heart, but as a *girlfriend*. The whole point of this of course was for him to 'be' Melissa so he could keep tabs on her. But the feeling it gave him when she immediately accepted him as being Melissa, as being her close girlfriend.... well, that was too much to take. He didn't want to be treated like a girl, and definitely not by her!

All this happened in a moment. More tears welled up in his eyes. Was he crying for the joy of being with her, or was it for the loss between his legs? Or was it just some female emotion thing? Luckily for Mark, Courtney took his tears as tears of joy.

"Oh stop crying you silly!" she said. "You're making me cry too!"

She laughed, and Mark's heart melted. He loved her so much. Suddenly, he started to feel guilty for wanting to spy on her like this. At that moment, he knew that it was right for him to marry her. He knew that she was *the* one. All he had to do was to get through the evening, then get back to being himself.

 

Courtney continued to go say hello to each and every one of the girls who was in the house. Mark watched her, feeling a great sadness inside. He should have been excited! He was going to see everything that went on at the party, and maybe he'd get to know some secrets about her that she had never told him. But this 'being a chick' thing was too much for him to handle. He felt so upset and confused, that it took most of his strength just to keep from crying all the time.

The drink was getting to him, and he suddenly had to go pee. He made his way through the room, over to the bathroom. There was a line. A line! He chatted with the girl waiting in front of him, for what seemed like forever. Finally, one girl left the bathroom, and he moved up to the 'on deck' position. He had to wait and wait, and he wondered what those girls were doing in there.

Finally, it was his turn. He went in, and locked the door. He *really* had to pee now, so he pulled up his skirt, pulled down his panties. Out of instinct, he reached down between his legs, so he could grab himself and direct the stream of liquid into the bowl. But there was nothing to grab. Having to sit down to pee made him feel *so* humiliated!

He took a seat, and finally let it all out of him. When he was done, he wiped himself off down there, because it felt all wet and yucky. Suddenly, a thought flashed in his mind. Melissa was this awesome, totally hot chick. And now he was her. He could see her pussy if he wanted to!

The thought excited him, and he looked down between his legs to get a good luck. But he was disappointed, he couldn't really see very much. Just the neatly trimmed bush of hair, cut into a perfect rectangle. It was hard to see the pussy between his legs.

He noticed a hand mirror on the sink, so he picked it up, and examined himself. It was *so* weird to see himself like that, with a woman's private parts between his legs. He should have been totally aroused from seeing the crotch of a naked chick, but he was seeing *himself*. He didn't have much of a male ego left to crush, but what little bit there was, he felt like it was being ground into bits.

 

A knock at the door startled him.

"What is taking so long?" said a girl's voice. "You can do your makeup out here!"

Mark was embarrassed. He had taken way too long, and there were others waiting. Quickly, he replaced the mirror, pulled his panties up, and let his skirt back down. He washed his hands, and got out of the bathroom as quick as he could. He prayed that he wouldn't have to go pee again. It was too humiliating of an experience for him to want to go through it again.

 

 

"Gather up girls. We're going to start with a game" said Kelli.

The girls all gathered around. Some were tall, some were short, with Mark falling towards the middle of the bunch. Some of the girls were a plump, some were thin, and he fell on the thin side. Some had big boobs (his were larger than most), and some were flat chested. Some had short hair, and some had long, with every color imaginable. But what set Mark apart from most of the others, was that special something that only certain women were blessed with. Melissa was one of those women who could come to a party wearing a bulky sweater and an old pair of sweat pants, yet still glow as one of the most beautiful girls there. Dressed in something pretty and feminine as he was, her body really shone. He was voluptuous. Desirable. Pretty. Beautiful. He was a hot babe.

"Here's what were going to do" said Kelli. "Some of us are old friends, but some of us have never met. We're going to play a game so that we all get to know each other. On the table here are a pile of cards. Everyone write your name on a card, and put it into this bag."

There was a lot of commotion, as all twelve girls made their way to the table. When Mark got there, he took a piece of paper, and wrote his name on it. He almost slipped and wrote 'Mark', but seeing his hand with the long red fingernails made it easier to remember that he was Melissa tonight. He put the piece of paper into the bag with the others.

"All right girls" said Kelli. "Now each of you is going to come up here. Courtney will draw a name from the bag, and I will pin it on you. You can't look at your name. You'll have to play the game to learn who you are."

Kelli explained the rules to them. Each of the girls would wear the name tag from someone else at the party. They would then go around the room, and ask questions about the person who's name tag they had on. It had to be a 'yes or no' question.

"For example" said Kelli, "If you want to find out if you're wearing heels, you could ask someone 'Am I in heels tonight?'. But you can only ask one question from each girl. If you don't know the girl you're talking to, introduce yourselves. By the time you figure out who you are, you will have learned a lot about the others ladies here tonight. The first woman to correctly guess who she is, wins a prize. The last one has to do a shot with Courtney!"

There was a lot of talking and giggling all at once.

"Okay girls, have at it!" said Kelli.

 

A short chick with auburn hair walked up to Mark.

"Hi, I'm Cathy" she said.

"I'm Melissa. Nice to meet you" he replied. He was going to have to be very careful not to say 'Mark' all night long! And he had to be sure to listen for Melissa's name, so he could respond to it. If someone said 'Melissa', and he didn't turn to talk to her, they might think that something was wrong.

"I'll go first" said Cathy, who had on Kelli's name tag. "Do I have blond hair?"

"No" said Mark. Kelli had red hair of course.

"Now it's your turn" she said.

"Do I have big breasts?" asked Mark.

Cathy laughed hysterically.

"What kind of question is that? That's like a question a guy would ask!"

"Hey, I'm allowed a question. She didn't say we couldn't ask about that" replied Mark defensively.

"Oh, I'm just teasing. Yes dear, you have very big boobs" said Cathy.

Mark was eager to get away from her, and speak to someone else!

"Nice to meet you" he said. "We're only allowed one question each, so now we have to talk to someone else."

"Bye!" she said smiling.

"Bye!" he said, relieved that she was going. He would have to be more careful with his questions from then on.

 

Mark met girl after girl, and found out more about who's name tag he had on. A tall blond, with big boobs, wearing black pants. That narrowed it down to two candidates, but Mark had a feeling about who he was.

"I want to guess who I am" he told Kelli.

"Go ahead" she said.

"Am I Courtney?"

"Yes!!!" she replied. Then she yelled out louder: "Ladies, we have a winner!"

There was applause from the girls, who now scurried to figure out who they were, so that they could avoid having to do an extra shot. Mark turned to see Courtney there.

"I'm so glad that you got to be me" she said. "If anyone here is like a sister to me, it's you."

Mark felt his knees get weak again. The tears started in his eyes again. It was so emotional, being a woman.

 

It took about ten more minutes for everyone to guess who they were. There was drinking to do now, snacks to eat, and a lot of talking of course. They played several other games, some of which made Mark feel uncomfortable. He was sitting on the couch now, right next to Courtney. He looked down at his legs, and realized that none of the other girls were sitting with their legs apart like his were. He quickly crossed them, like Courtney was doing.

It still seemed *so* weird to look down and see crossed legs like that, with high heel shoes, sticking out from beneath a pretty skirt. He couldn't wait for the night to get over with so that he could go back to being a man. He couldn't wait for tomorrow, so he could marry her, then live the rest of his life with her. He wanted *so* much at that moment to be with her alone, making out, touching her all over, and then penetrating her. He wanted to feel that more than anything in the world.

But he realized that he had a unique opportunity that evening. One he would never have again. He turned to Courtney, and asked her a question.

"Tell me about Mark" he said. "I know you really love him."

"Yes, more than anything" said Courtney. "I'm so glad I met him! He isn't perfect, but then, neither am I."

"Not as far as I can see" said Mark, who suddenly got embarrassed. He shouldn't be *flirting* with her! Not here, and not in Melissa's body.

"Oh you flatterer!" she said. "No, I mean, he's got flaws, but nothing I can't live with. Plus, maybe he'll change over time."

"What flaws?" said Mark. Now this was the good stuff. Something he really wanted to know. If he knew the things he did that bugged her, he could maybe work on them.

"Oh you know. He snore after he's been drinking. He insists that he knows where to turn, even when he's passed the street by a mile. Or he'll correct me when I say something wrong. You know, the typical man things."

"I know what you mean" lied Mark. He didn't realize that he did all that.

"Really?" said Courtney? "Have you been dating someone? I keep hoping that you'll find a guy for yourself, so you can be happy like me, but you never talk about it."

"Well, you know me" said Mark.

"Sometimes I wonder about you" she said. "Hey, did I tell you that Mark's friend Frank likes you? He's cute. He's single. He's smart. Mark will vouch for him. I think you should go out with him."

"With Frank?" said Mark.

The idea of having a date with a good friend of his sounded revolting! But then, he thought of something. After this night, he'd be himself again. Frank was his buddy, and he'd would think it was *awesome* to date a babe like Melissa. He'd be doing Frank a huge favor, by setting him up like that! True, it was no business of his who Melissa dated, but after she tricked him like that, putting him into her body, well, she would deserve it if she didn't like her date with Frank.

"Okay, I'll do it" he said. "You can tell Frank that I'm really interested, and I want to go out with him."

"Great!" said Courtney. "I'll make a call."

 

A few minutes later, as Mark was getting another drink (he felt like he really needed one!), he saw Courtney talking on the phone. No doubt speaking to Frank to tell him the good news. Wouldn't Melissa be surprised when she found out that she had a date, once she got back into her own body! That would server her right, for what she had done to him.

Courtney walked over to him, and they started to talk. Inside, Mark had this feeling of total helplessness creep over him, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it, why he felt it so strongly when he talked to her. Yes, he was in a girl's body now. Yes, he should be getting hard, aroused by her perfect female form, but there was nothing between his legs anymore that could even get hard. But it was something more than that.

Suddenly, he realized what it was. As himself, he was a good six inches taller than Courtney, and when they talked, he was always looking down at her. Now that he was in Melissa's body, even though he was wearing high heel shoes, he was looking *up* at her.

It was this feeling of being shorter than her which was really the last straw. It was as if his loss of stature took away any power at all that he had left. He felt absolutely weak and helpless as she talked to him. His inner confidence was utterly shattered. He felt weak, and unable to do *anything*. He became totally passive.

"Your hair looks a mess Melissa" said Courtney. "Let me fix it for you."

He felt unable to act as she reached out, and started to fix up his long hair. It made him feel so much like a girl, that Courtney was fixing his hair. He wanted to cry. He wanted to run off and be alone. But he felt frozen now, unable to act on his own.

He hated feeling like a girl! He felt such a strong sense that he was just like his beloved Courtney now. She had a sweet pussy between her legs, and so did he now, and he could really *feel* the emptiness down there. She had a gorgeous chest, with large, perfectly shaped breasts. And so did he now. He could feel them there on his chest. He was pretty now, just like her. He had long hair, like she did. He was wearing a cute outfit, like her. He wore makeup, jewelry and nail polish, just like Courtney.

"I'm one of *them* now" he thought to himself, which was just the most horrible thing a man could feel! His mind couldn't accept that he was in a woman's body, but every moment gave him a new reminder that he was female now, and although his brain tried to deny it, reality was setting in. This totally crushed him inside, and he felt weak yet, if that was possible.

 

Mark was seated next to Courtney on the couch, when there was suddenly a knock on the door.

"I'll get it" said Kelli, with a mischievous tone in her voice, which filled Mark with dread.

A few moments later, Kelli returned, accompanied by a man. A tall, muscular man, who carried a "boom box" radio with him. He smiled at the girls, who were all staring at him, and giggling. Mark was filled with a new level of fear, as the guy put the boom box down, and pushed a button to start the dance music.

The girls all cleared out from the middle of the room, and took seats. They were pointing to the guy, saying "ooh" and "ah". The guy kept smiling. And now he started swaying to the music.

"I don't feel well. I need to get out of here" said Mark.

"No way" said Courtney, grabbing him by the wrist. "If *I* have to do this, then you do too. You wouldn't abandon me at my hour of need, would you?"

Now he was guilted into staying and watch, as the guy started to take his clothes off, as he danced to the music. When he showed the girls his bare chest, which was muscular and shaved, there were waves of noise as the girls stared in excitement.

The guy of course gave most of his attention to Courtney, which was doubly bad for Mark, because he was seated by her side. The guy was down to just a thong now, and Mark couldn't bear to look as he started to wiggle out of it. The girls were almost shrieking now, as he continued to gyrate.

"That can't be real! It's so big!" said Kelli, who was seated on the other side of Courtney. "Is Mark that big?"

"I wish!" she said.

Great. Just what he wanted to hear. Of course, at that moment, he wasn't 'big' at all. He was nothing. He was a woman. If there had been any way left to crush his shattered ego even more, the girls had just done it. But that wasn't all; there was something worse.

It started as a feeling. A tingling inside, between his legs. As the guy continued to dance, Mark felt something strange going on down there. It was only when the guy was standing there in front of him, completely nude, that he realized what was going on: the female body he was trapped inside was getting aroused.

He did *not* want to feel physically aroused by the sight of a guy! The knowledge that his body was reacting to the guy by becoming excited was just mind-blowing. Melissa's body was betraying him, making him feel the most horrible thing possible, a feeling of physical attraction to a male.

"Look at Melissa. She's gaping at him like she's never seen a man naked before" said Kelli.

"Hey Melissa, you really *do* need to get hooked up with Frank. I'm sure he'd like to give you an anatomy lesson."

The girls all giggled, the guy kept dancing, and Mark felt like he wanted to die. He took a deep drank, draining his glass. Then he grabbed Courtney's glass, and drained that one too. He needed to escape. And alcohol was the only route he found possible.

 

* * *

 

Mark was laying there, in Melissa's bed. It was late, and everyone had left. There was quite a mess to clean up, but he'd leave that to Melissa, once she got back into her own body. His mind was a blur, after all he had drank. He had been sick a couple of times, and the room felt like it was spinning a little.

He picked up the phone on the night stand, and dialed his cell number.

"Hello *Melissa*" said a man's voice. His voice.

"Hello" he said weakly, his word slurred from his drunken stupor.

"Are drunk?" said the voice on the phone.

"Just a little" he replied.

"That's too bad, because we can't change back if you're drunk. You're going to have to spend the night in my body now, and I'll get to be in yours. We'll have to change back tomorrow."

"No!!!!" said Mark.

"I'm afraid so, babe" replied Melissa. It was so bizare to hear his own voice coming through the phone. His *old* voice.

"I'll see you tomorrow at the hall for the wedding" she said. "You sleep it off. Your bridesmaid dress is hanging in the closet, in the front. The girls are all coming over tomorrow, around 9:00 to do each other's hair and makeup. Just act hung-over. They'll get you all dolled up."

Mark wanted to cry. He was trapped in her body for the night now!

"Good-night babe. Sweet dreams. See you tomorrow. You'll make a lovely bridesmaid."

Now Mark did cry, as he laid his head down on the pillow.

 

All night he had disturbing dreams. Female dreams. He had the dreams that Melissa would normally have had, and each one made him wake up covered with sweat, his heart beating so fast that he could hear it in his own eardrums. He dreamed of being with a guy. He dreamed of having a baby. He dreamed of shopping for dresses and shoes. It was horrible. Just horrible!

And it was hard for him to even get comfortable in bed. He liked to sleep on his stomach, but with his large boobs, they felt squished if he laid that way. He tried moving to his side, but that wasn't comfortable either, so he had to sleep on his back, which wasn't what he liked at all.

When the alarm went off, he felt like he had barely slept. More alarming still, his hand had wandered down between his legs, and it was lying there, resting on the lips of his labia. He quickly pulled it away. He could *smell* the scent of pussy on his hand, and on himself. He felt so unclean! He jumped in the shower, and let the hot water run all over him for a long time.

It felt terrible to wash himself. He had to touch his boobs. He had to wash up between his legs, and feel the lack of anything hanging down from there. He had to see his soft skin glistening with water. It was so painful to see such a hot, feminine body, but to be alarmed by it, because he was trapped inside!

"I can't wait until she gets here, so I can go back" he thought to himself as he got out of the shower. He was startled when the door opened, and Kelli came in.

"There you are" she said, as he was standing there with just a towel wrapped around himself. "That must break the record for your longest shower! We're all here to get ready, and you're way behind. I think we're going to have to help you out, so we can get there on schedule. Hang on, I'll get the girls.

 

It was super-embarassing to stand there, and let the girls do their work on him. He didn't want to be pampered. He didn't want to be preened. He didn't want to have his long hair done up fancy, nor to have makeup put on his face. But the girls swooped in, and efficiently as possible, they set about making him presentable for a wedding.

His hair was blow-dried. His face done up with pretty makeup. He was helped into a pretty pale-yellow dress like the other girls had, with white trim. They sprayed him with perfume. They put pink polish on his nails, just like theirs. And matching shoes too.

If yesterday he had hated the feeling of being "one of them", today it was magnified, since he had to dress up exactly as they did! As he followed Kelli to her car, she chastised him for forgetting his purse.

"I swear Melissa, you're so absent minded today!" she said.

In the car, all he could do was to stare at his sexy legs, poking out from the bottom of his skirt. He couldn't wait to see Melissa, so he could switch back with her. It was such a relief when they finally arrived at the hall.

"We're late. We start in 30 minutes. I bet that Courtney is just dying, with us not being here!"

"I need to speak to Mark" said Mark.

There were just 30 minutes to go, and he had to switch back, now!

"There's not time for that" said Kelli. "Courtney needs us. And the guys are all tied up. You can see him after the wedding."

She pulled Mark by the hand, and reluctantly, he followed her inside. He kept trying to get away, but there was always something he needed to help with. He gasped when he saw Courtney. She was stunning in her wedding dress, with her hair all done up, her face done by a professional makeup artist. He was so proud that she was the one he was going to marry.

But now, much to his dissatisfaction, he was standing in line ready to walk down the aisle...as a bridesmaid. He looked over, and Frank was waiting there to accompany him, arm in arm.

"Mark told me the good news" said Frank. "I can't wait to dance with you tonight Melissa. I'm so glad that you like me enough that we're going to start dating."

As Frank took his arm, Mark felt like crying again, and it was hard to stem the tide of tears.

"You chicks always cry at weddings" he said, as Mark tried not to let his wet eyes turn into a gusher.

They got to the end of the aisle, and he had to turn and stand by the line of girls. He watched Kelli walk down the aisle, accompanied by his brother Eric, his best man. He looked back, and there, on the stage was Melissa, in his body! It was so weird do see himself from outside his own body. He tried to get Melissa's attention, but she was just staring down the aisle.

Now the organist started to play the wedding march, and the whole crowd stood up. Mark felt so small and helpless, as Courtney walked down the aisle, with her dad. He was supposed to be up there on the stage, ready to marry her. But here he was, one of her bridesmaids, wearing a pretty dress, holding flowers in his hands.

When Melissa, in his body, took Courtney's hand, and they started to say the wedding vows that he had Courtney had written together, his heart sunk to a new low. Of all the things yesterday that had made him feel womanly and weak, this was the worst. There was Melissa, using his body, slipping a ring onto Courtney's finger.

When they were pronounced man and wife, they kissed. That should be him on the stage kissing her! He didn't want to be a girl, standing on the side! That was supposed to be him!!! The ultimate act of manhood, becoming a husband to his dream girl, had just been denied to him.

"Aw, isn't that beautiful?" said Kelli, handing Mark a tissue. "I always cry too when I see a couple that lovely become husband and wife. I'll cherish this moment forever."

He stood there with her, dabbing the tears from his eyes, not wanting to spoil the makeup that the girls had put onto him. The music changed, and the newlyweds started back up the aisle, followed by the rest of the wedding party. He was encouraged when Courtney came up to him.

"Thanks for being there for me on my big day" she said. "I'll always remember that."

She gave him a big hug, and there was that feeling again, that his body should be aroused, but he had nothing between his legs that was capable of getting hard. Now he felt even more like a woman than at any moment before. He spotted Mark, and hurried over to him.

"Mark...." he said through clinched teeth.

"Not now. Too many people around" was the reply. "We'll talk later."

With that, Melissa walked off, slapping backs and shaking hands with his buddies. How could she leave him trapped in her body like that?

 

Now Mark had to greet all the guests. How difficult it was to see his own father, on his own wedding day, but his dad thought that he was Melissa! How humiliating for all of his close friends and family to walk by, and for them to all think that he was one of Courtney's girlfriends.

And then it was time for the reception. He had to walk arm in arm again with Frank (who seemed very happy to be the escort), and to be announced to the crowd as 'Melissa'. He took his seat at the table, and kept glancing longingly over his shoulder at his beloved Courtney. Melissa was in his body, and every time the crowd clinked their glasses, he had to watch as Melissa kissed her. It made him want to die.

 

Now the DJ started playing music, and before Mark knew it, he was being called up to dance with Frank, as the other couples in the wedding party were announced one by one, and brought up to dance. It was terrible holding hands with a guy, slow dancing out on the floor. But worse yet, was that he could feel Frank get excited from being so close to him. Mark could feel something hard between Frank's pants poking him! How terrible a feeling it was for a man to know he was the desire of another man!

"I can feel you" blurted out Mark.

"I'm big" said Frank. "I hear that's how you like your men."

Mark felt sick to his stomach. As soon as he could, without offending Courtney, he left the dance floor. He saw Melissa, in his body, having a great time dancing with Courtney. Melissa waved to him to come back out on the dance floor, but that last experience with Frank was too much.

"My feet hurt!" lied Mark, looking for any excuse to keep from dancing again.

 

Of course, being a wedding, each and every one of the guests wanted to spend some time with the new couple, so Mark could only watch helplessly as person after person came by to talk to them. He was starting to doubt whether he'd ever have a chance for a moment alone with Melissa, so they could switch back.

But finally, saw her stand up, and head down the hallway towards the men's room. Mark looked around to make sure nobody was watching, and he headed down the corridor himself. As soon as Melissa got out of the men's room, Mark waved her into an unused room in the hallway. He shut the door. Finally, it was time.

 

"I was starting to wonder if we'd ever have a moment alone" he said.

"We need to make this quick. People might talk if we're seen together, behind a closed door. I'm a married man now, you know."

"Please stop this" said Mark. "Haven't I been tortured enough? Please, can we just switch back now? I haven't had a drink all night, so I'd be sober, so that we could switch back. I can't take anymore! Please! I need to be with Courtney."

"You can't be with her" said Melissa.

"Why not?"

"Because she's married to *me* now."

 

Mark took a deep breath.

"Yes. She's married to Mark. And I'm Mark. I'm just trapped in your body temporarily, and I've had enough. Can we just switch back now?"

"First of all, tell me. You wanted to spy on Courtney, because you didn't trust her. How did that turn out?"

"I was stupid" said Mark. "She didn't do anything bad. I should have trusted her. I'll never make that mistake again. I've really learned a valuable lesson here."

"And you realize that being in my body, was something that you did, by your own choice, so that you could spy on her?"

"Yes" said Mark. "I realize that."

"So it is your own fault that you're a woman now."

"Yes" he said trying to placate her. Anything to get back to being himself! Tonight was the night with Courtney, when they'd consummate the marriage. He *had* to get back to being himself, and *now*. The reception was winding down. Time was running out!

"Let me tell you a story" said Melissa. "When I was rooming with Courtney, I found her to be the nicest, sweetest girl I had ever met. She wasn't like the other girls. She was very special."

"I know. That's why I asked her to marry me" replied Mark.

"I wasn't done" said Melissa. "Anyway, she was so special, so kind, so nice, so pretty. She seemed perfect in every way. And one day I realized something: I was in love with her. It wasn't just a crush. It wasn't just envy about how she did everything better than me, looked better than me, and all. No, it was love. In my heart, I was in love with her."

"I never knew that" said Mark.

"And from that day forward, I wished there was a way that I could make her fall in love with me. But of course, that's impossible. She doesn't go for other girls. She wanted a man. Until I met her, I was that way too. But after I fell for Courtney, I knew that no other person in the world would ever satisfy me."

Mark started to realize that this wasn't good, where the story was heading. A terrible feeling of dread started to creep over him.

"I learned from a real witch, a technique where I could switch souls with another person. It cost me dearly, but it was worth it. I was going to find a perfect guy, switch with him, then seduce Courtney. But you had to screw it all up. You had to meet her, and to make her fall in love with you."

Mark was stunned. He hadn't realized that Melissa was so madly in love with Courtney too!

"I had given up on my plan to become a man, so she could love me. I didn't feel that it was right to use my new power to force you to become me. But then, one day, who should come to me, practically begging me to swap bodies?"

"That wasn't what I wanted, and you know it!" said Mark angrily.

"But you quickly accepted it, didn't' you?" she replied. "You were more than willing to go along with it, because you didn't trust Courtney. If the moment we switched you had demanded to go back, I would have done it. But you didn't trust her! She's *perfect*, and your stupid egotistical male mind found it possible that she might cheat on you? How could you even think that?"

"I...." started Mark, but his position was indefensible.

"I don't think that someone who can't even trust the woman he supposedly loves *deserves* the right to be with her. You have forfeited your rights. You blew it."

"What are you saying!!!" blurted out Mark in total panic. No. It couldn't be true!

"I'm say that you're *never* going back into your old body. From now on, *I* am Mark, and *you* are Melissa. For the rest of your life, you will be a woman now."

"No" cried Mark. "Please don't do this to me!!!!"

"You did it to yourself" said Melissa, laughing.

"No!!!" he cried again. "You can't leave me in this body."

"I can, and I will" she replied. "You are Melissa now. Now, and for the rest of your life."

Mark fell to his knees and started to cry. Now he was stuck as Melissa forever, and he had a total breakdown.

"I can't wait for tonight" said Melissa, showing her cruel side now. "I'm going to slowly undress Courtney, touching her all over, and kissing her lightly. She will respond by getting hot, and undressing me. I know my way around a woman's body, so I will make sure she is more aroused than she has ever been in her entire life."

Mark's sobs continued.

"Once we're naked, I will touch her in all the right spots, and feel her creamy smooth skin. We'll kiss, we'll touch, and I'll have her so wet that she'll be begging me to get inside of her. As you're laying on your bed tonight, think of how I'll have your pens all hard and ready. I'll be penetrating her with it, while you're stuck there with just a pussy between your legs."

"You can't do this!" sobbed Mark.

"It is set in stone" she replied. "If you want to 'get some' tonight for yourself, I know that Frank is very eager to bang you. You don't have to be alone tonight Melissa. You have a man who wants you."

"I'm not Melissa!" protested Mark.

"You are now" she replied. "And you had better get used to it."

"I'll tell Courtney what you did to me!" he said, as anger built up inside him.

"When? We're about to leave in the limo for our honeymoon. When we get back, she'll be pregnant with *my* baby. And I'll tell her about all the crazy things you said tonight, and how you hate me so much. I'll turn her against you Melissa. So you have a choice. Be quiet about it, and stay as our friend. Or try to tell her, and I'll make sure that you never see your beloved Courtney again as long as you live."

Mark's head bowed down, defeated.

"I think that in time, as the female hormones work on your brain, you'll come around" said Melissa. "You think of yourself as a man right now, but in time you'll start to feel like a woman inside. I'm lucky that I was already in love with a woman, so this hasn't been a hard transition for me. I'm sure you'll learn to adjust."

Mark didn't even answer.

"By the way, if you do decide to bang Frank tonight, make him wear a condom. You're not on birth control, and you don't want to wind up pregnant. Not unless you're trying to trap him, to make him marry you. Oh, and I'm due for my period to start in a few days, so make sure you've got extra tampons in your purse. I... oops, I mean *you*, tend to have a couple of heavy days."

 

Mark's head was spinning now. He was stuck as Melissa for the rest of his life. Meanwhile, she was in his body, and she was about to consummate her marriage to the woman of his dreams! Things could not be worse for Mark. He wasn't a man anymore. He wasn't married to Courtney - and someone else was! It was his dream turned all upside down, and even worse than that, it was all his fault.

There was a knock on the door, and Mark looked up to see Kelli walk in.

"What's going on in here?" she demanded.

"Melissa is falling to pieces" said *Mark*, the one in the man's body. "She's just distraught that she's never going to be married. She kept saying something about always being a bridesmaid, and never a bride. She's just hysterical. I think she's had way too much to drink."

"Come on Melissa" said Kelli. "Some day you'll find a man too. Some day, that will be you up there in the wedding dress, surrounded by all the pretty bridesmaids."

That made *Melissa* cry even more; she was in the body she would dwell in for the rest of *her* life, and now she knew it. Having Kelli tell her that some day she would be a bride just made things worse.

"See?" said Mark. "There she goes again. I don't know what to do. You chicks are so emotional. Look, I've got to find Courtney, and we've got a ride to catch."

"Have a great trip you two" said Kelli. "I'll take care of her. Unlike you, *I* understand women and their emotional needs. Maybe some day, you'll learn too."

"Yeah, right. As if I'll ever understand women!" said Mark, as he left.

Melissa was still in a heap on the floor. Even though she had just accepted her fate, that didn't mean she had to like it.

"Oh come on Melissa. You're such a pretty girl. Don't cry. Lets get you cleaned up, and back out there. I'll have Frank drive you home. I think he likes you by the say. Have you seen how he's been looking at you all night? There's your man right there. I know! You can play the distraught damsel, and he'll want to rescue you. If you play your cards right, I bet you could get him to spend the night with you tonight. Come on Melissa, lets get you out there before he goes away."

All of her tears cried out, Melissa walked weakly with Kelli, back to the restroom to fix her makeup, then to the head table to collect her purse. She looked up at the thinning crowd, feeling totally lost. It was supposed to be *her* wedding. But here she was, trapped in a woman's body forever!

"Melissa, Kelli said you needed a ride home" said Frank. "Here, let me help you."

With a trembling hand, Melissa let Frank take her hand, and help her stand up. She walked out the door with him, into the cool breeze of the night. Frank pulled up his car, and held the door open for her to get in. She took a step in, and gave one last glance back to the wedding hall that was supposed to have been hers. Courtney was gone forever, and she was Melissa now.

"Take me home please Frank" she said. "I've had a terrible night."

"Sure Melissa. Anything I can do to help" he said, with a sparkle in his eyes.....

  

  

  

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