Chapter11
Driving back home, after testing our gift on Brad, we passed a girl crying on the sidewalk. From the brief glimpse as we passed, I could she was bleeding from cut lip and her dress was torn. I had started to stop when Cathy yelled for me to stop.
"That’s Pauline, Nicks ex girlfriend.... before you," She added at my raised eyebrow.
"Hmm, I wonder what’s up?" I said, pulling to a stop and reversing until we were where Pauline was sitting.
Cathy was out of the car and had lifted Pauline to her feet, by the time I had put the hand brake on and had exited the car. Up close, we could see she was bruised about the face and as she walked, I noticed a slight limp.
"What happened, Pauline?"
"It was Nick, I..I.. thought I could get back together with him after you dumped him," she sobbed.
"Whatever for, he’s just a thug, that’s why I dumped him," I said to her.
"I still love him, despite everything he’s done," she replied. "He wasn’t always like this, I think since he became the leader of the gang he’s needed to show whose boss."
"So what happened to you just now?" I said, pointing out her wretched state.
"Well I saw up the road with his mates, so I went up and asked if he wanted to go out sometime. He laughed and slapped me hard across the face and said,
"I don’t take cast offs, but my friends might."
"He shoved me over to them and they played with me, shoving me over and ripping my dress. They started to kick me and told me to get lost." She finished.
"How awful," Cathy murmured, hugging Pauline tight.
"So you going to stay away from him now?" I queried.
"I don’t know, I still have deep feelings for him," she sobbed, "I can’t just turn them off like a tap."
Thinking for a moment, I had a brilliant flash of an idea, even better than the one I had planned.
"Where are they now?" I said, thinking quickly.
At their usual hangout, I suppose, with their girl’s at Pete’s diner.
Do you know the girls that hang with them?" I asked.
"Of course, just like you should, seeing you ran with them too," she said, puzzled at my not remembering the ‘gang.’
"Don’t tell anyone, but I had an accident on the railway trestle and lost some of my memory," I said covering myself.
Oh ... oh! So that’s why you seem to change so suddenly, I wondered what had happened to you. So you don’t remember me or the others?"
"No, and I’m sorry if I did anything to hurt you in the past, but I’ve changed in so many ways since then."
Cathy half smothered a giggle at that, and I looked at her with a ‘don’t give the game away’ expressions.
"Oh yes you’ve changed alright, the rest of the gang, including the men are scared of you,"
I laughed, "yes it’s because of my gift."
"JAN!" exclaimed Cathy, shocked at my revelation.
"It’s okay Cathy," I said calmly, "she’s got to know about it anyway."
"What gift?" Pauline asked, looking at us both with a puzzled expression.
Please keep this to yourself, I’m going to trust you with a secret very few know about." My accident brought forth a gift that allows me to swap bodies.
"WHAT!...I DON’T...yes...I think I do believe you, I heard about the fire and a few other things.... umm... interesting."
"Yes it is," I interrupted, "and its that gift that I planned to get my revenge on Nick."
Pauline looked at me with alarm, "you’re not going to hurt him are you... I mean..."
"Not now, I have another idea, but it depends on you, are you willing to sacrifice your body for your love of Nick?"
"Yes, yes," she answered.
"Okay then," I leant nearer to her and talked, her eyes grew wide then she started to smile, when I’d finished, she laughed and said,
"Do it to the other guys as well, their girlfriends have been getting almost as much abuse and have been talking about leaving them," Pauline added.
Pulling Cathy to one side, I outlined my plan. She was to help me in swapping the girls with the boys. First, there was something that I needed to ask Pauline.
"Pauline, I’m going to need your body for a while to pull this off, I said, looking at her for any sign of reluctance.
"Well I’m ready when you are," was her reply.
I initiated the swap feeling strange occupying a smaller body, my blonde hair falling into my eyes. I could feel the pain from her bruises and cut lip, but I smiled as I watched Pauline’s wonderment as she explored the sensations of her new temporary body as it captured her attention.
"WOW! It’s true, this is so cool, I’ve always wondered what bigger breasts would feel like," she laughed.
"Just remember, those are mine," I replied feeling a little jealous.
Moving to our next stage in the plan, we drove to the corner just out of direct line of sight of Pete’s Diner and stopped the car. Cathy, who knew her target by memory, would swap into her body and from there into the boyfriend. Then swap back into her body to start again, I on the other hand would set the stage for my own swap with Nick and throw them off any trail back to our real bodies.
To ensure that no one would suspect us, I blindfolded both Cathy’s body and the one currently occupied by Pauline and tied both of them up so when the girl’s temporarily entered our bodies they wouldn’t be able to identify us, other than they were in a female body.
We were ready, nervously I got out and started walking towards the diner my (or should I say Pauline's) high heels tapping out their staccato sounds. I had butterflies in my stomach as I neared, the pain in my sore leg from the gangs mistreatment was getting worse as the leg was starting to stiffen up. I got a vicarious delight that Nick would soon be feeling it for him/herself very soon.
Taking a deep breath, which made my breasts tighten against the tube top I was wearing, I pulled open the door to the diner and entered.
Nick was sitting with the rest of the guys, and the girls were at a table nearby in a tight confab. As I moved over to Nick the girls looked up and watched, expecting something to happen. Well they wouldn’t be disappointed, Nick looked at me with a grin plastered over his face and said.
"Look what the cat dragged in," and laughed as the guys made some rude comments.
"Nick? I’ve had it up to her, (indicating my throat) with your abuse, now is the time for you to experience what I’m feeling."
His eyes widened a fraction at the tone and assuredness of my manner. Then I saw anger fill them and he stood up.
"Listen here you little slut..."
"SHUT THE HELL UP," I yelled back, I’m going to show you exactly how I feel. I’m going to give you my body and I’ll take yours."
At my outburst, he had taken a step back, but as my words sank in, he started to laugh.
Knowing that as soon as I swapped with him and he realised what happened we’d have to work fast, I threw another red herring into the game.
Your mates are next the girls have decided you don’t deserve to have those bodies and will swap as well."
Then before they could deny my statement, I had jumped into Nick’s body, putting him in Paulines. Not waiting to see the effects I jumped back to my own putting Pauline into Nicks body, then giving Cathy the thumbs up, we both jumped again. I had picked a different target from Cathy, and as we found ourselves in each of the girl’s bodies, we heard Nick/Pauline scream. As I was transferring the girl into her boyfriend’s body, I saw Pauline/Nick start to grab hold of her new girlfriend and pulled her outside away from the shouts of alarm and surprise. It took only a minute to swap them all six girls and six boys, now in their opposites bodies.
We found ourselves in our own bodies, blindfolded and tied up, and we knew that our trust in Pauline was about to be tested. A minute went by, then two, suddenly we could see as Nick/ Pauline unfastened our blindfolds and bindings.
"Sorry about that, but I had to slap myself till I calmed down," she said laughing. "Nick was really pissed and threatened me until I showed him who was boss."
"What about the others? How are they taking it?"
"Don’t worry, I told the girls it was my doing, and that they weren’t to say a thing. I told them that it could be reversed at any time, but I advised them to try it for a while and treat our new ‘girls’ like they did us. Any way I told them I wouldn’t change them back for at least a month, to give the boys to experience ‘that’ time of month." At that s/he laughed and said.
"That is one thing I won’t miss, as I’m a heavy bleeder and usually get cramps."
I grinned, thinking of Nick enduring periods and the symptoms of pmt. I wanted to see how Nick was coping and I suggested to Pauline that we look after her for a few hours, while Pauline/Nick talk the rest of the ‘boys’ about what they were going to do with their new girlfriends. She agreed and after giving us her address, s/he left, telling us that s/he would give Nick/Pauline the cold shoulder, and tell her to get lost.
We waited, then Nick/pauline walked back around the corner giving us the thumbs up.
"She’s all yours, I left her outside Pete’s, she’s rather upset for some reason," s/he laughed and said s/he was going to check Nicks place out and that if s/he needed us, s/he would contact us."
We started the car and slowly cruised up to Pete’s, there on the sidewalk stood a distressed Nick, she was looking rather lost and bewildered.
"Hello Pauline." I shouted, "hop in, tell us what’s wrong."
She looked at us with an expression that was priceless. Obviously, she didn’t like us, having Nick’s old hatred of us, but on the other hand, with the situation as it was she couldn’t afford not to appear to be friends. Especially as she was going to need someone’s help if she didn’t want to look crazy.
Thinking quickly, she climbed in the back, starting to cry softly which seemed to surprise not only us, but Nick/pauline too. We pulled away and Cathy asked her did Nick do that to her looking at her battered face.
For a moment, she didn’t answer, thinking of what to say and still stay in character.
"Yes the bastard did this, along with the rest of them," she finally conceded, sounding angry.
It was hard to contain our mirth, Nick obviously was using his anger towards Pauline's takeover of his body to make it sound as if she was angry with her ex-boyfriend.
It would have really have been interesting to listen to his/her thoughts. As she tried to be angry at the abuse that she, (as Nick) had given this body she was now wearing. How ironic that she was now suffering from that abuse. It made me feel so deliciously evil.
"Well you should leave that jerk like I did," I said, rubbing it in.
Cathy looked at me with a smile in her eyes, knowing what I was doing. Then she turned to Pauline and said,
"Why not come to Jan’s place for tonight. You know your parents will go ballistic if they see your face like that. They may even try to get Nick locked away, not that he doesn’t deserve it."
"Yes" I joined in, "we can try and minimize the damage with a little makeup," I said adding salt to her wounds.
She shuddered, whether it was from the thought that she was going to have to wear makeup, or maybe the thought of Nick, her only hope for a rightful return to her body, might be locked up out of her reach. I don’t know, but it was making me squirm in my seat at her predicament. Knowing that her true feelings were being bottled up made it all seem so sweet.
Cathy chimed in again saying we could pick up a change of clothes and nightwear at Paulines right now, knowing (from Pauline herself had told us) that her parents were away for the weekend. Obviously, we kept this news to ourselves so that Nick/pauline could be persuaded to stay with me all weekend.
I intended to make full use of our time together, to immerse her fully into the delight (for us) of the feminine experience.
(Authors note: for ease of reading, and to avoid confusion on my part as well, I’m going to call Nick, Pauline, and Pauline, Nick).
Getting to Paulines house, we entered and Pauline, having been there before as Nick, knew her way to her bedroom. Entering, we found a very lovely room in pastel pinks. We took over and rummaged in her drawers, seemingly unaware of her reluctance at looking for clothes. We oh’ed and ah’ed over what she should take, holding them up against her. We made sure that we selected only the most elegant and feminine and when she made a half hearted attempt to say no, w said we had to dress formal at all times in our house. We even made sure to bring a bikini bathing suit in hot pink.
I must admit that Pauline looked a bit sick when I held them up and she tried to say that it would be to cold to go swimming in that.
"Nonsense, you know our pool is heated, anyway they look good on you. They got all the boys attention the last time you wore them."
She gave us a rather a sickly grin, not prepared to admit that that was the last thing she wanted to happen. Knowing that both Nick and Pauline were heterosexual, I wondered how long it would be before she realised that was starting to look at boys in a whole new light.
Finally having gathered enough clothing to last a week, we left. Cathy had meanwhile rung her mum to explain that she was staying over for the weekend. After getting a brief warning about looking out for Nick she hung up and winked at me.
Arriving home, we bustled Pauline upstairs after introducing her to everyone. Mom looked askance at me when she saw the state Pauline was in, but I just said,
‘Trust me, I’ll explain later.’
Telling her to strip off and get into the shower, Pauline started to balk until we said we’d strip off too and help wash her. Not making it obvious we were watching her every move, we started to pull our clothes off. Being unfamiliar at undressing from at this position, she struggled with the buttons at the back of her top.
Cathy offered to help her, giving her an easy excuse that her arms must be stiff from Nicks treatment of her. She nodded, not saying anything. I could see she was looking intently at me as I took my blouse off. I was leaning forwards as I took of my panties and my long hair had fallen forward concealing my eyes. I could look at her though my hair into the mirror and I see her face and the eager expression on it.
She couldn’t tell I was looking at her and while Cathy was still behind her and couldn’t see her face, she really had her eyes glued to my body. I slipped off my bra with simple ease and cupped my breasts as if checking them out lifting them and thumbing the nipples until they puckered into hard points.
I saw the eyes take in my actions and she started to lick her lips, thinking of the usual reaction to seeing a naked girl. Then I could see a look of puzzlement that turned quickly into panic, as her expected arousal didn’t happen. I saw her look down towards her crotch and as she gazed past her own perky breasts, a look of understanding came into her eyes to be replaced with an expression of deep thought.
I having been in the exact same situation could guess what her thoughts were, if she didn’t get any arousal from seeing a naked female it meant, (as I found out) that that sense of arousal would be coming from seeing somebody of the opposite sex, which meant men.
I interrupted her train of thought by turning and facing her, my naked breasts were only inches away from her own. She blushed and made a covering motion with her arms, but I grabbed her shoulders and turned her towards the shower, saying,
"It’s just us girls here don’t be embarrassed, you have a beautiful body you should be proud of it."
Cathy, by this time was naked too and had adjusted the water temperature in the shower and had the shampoo ready as we entered.
We shampooed and conditioned her hair with the most feminine scented one I had, unmindful of her protests we scrubbed every inch of her paying special attention at her erogenous zones knowing she wouldn’t protest to hard as we built up her libido. We did it as if this was very commonplace.
We could see she was being overwhelmed by the sensations that we were building up in her body and obviously, she was in two minds about it all. One: she was experiencing something no man (or than myself) had ever experienced and wanted to explore it further and 2: she felt shamed to be enjoying what in her mind was something only the weaker sex should be feeling which was an affront to her male mentality.
We intended to give her no let up just saturate her mind with the sensations of everything feminine. Maybe it would make her male way of looking at things retreat a little and give in to what her body said was nice
We used the pretext of our concern to dry her body carefully again making sure she was being filled with the feelings we were inflicting with our ministrations.
Knowing exactly what the feel of the female form had on a male mind, I knew just what buttons to press. Finally she was lying on the bed moaning softly as we drew on some satin panties that were immediately soaked from her over aroused body.
Turning away, on the pretense of looking for just the right selection of clothing from those, which we had brought from her place, we watched her surreptitiously in the mirror. Instead of the expected grimaces at our choices of clothing, we saw instead, a look of wonderment as she placed her fingers in her panties and started a slow self-exploration.
I knew Cathy had seen it too, as when I glanced her way I saw the sparkle in her eyes I knew too well. Catching her eye, I grinned, managing to smother a giggle by clutching on to Cathy for support. This by-play went unnoticed by Pauline, as she was engrossed in the feelings coming from her new sex.
I turned, and coughed, Pauline froze. One hand still in her crotch, the other was holding a nipple.
"No, that’s not how you do it," I said, ignoring her first startled, then embarrassed look. "If you want to do a breast examination, I’ll show you." So saying, I went over and kneaded her breasts. I don’t know who was the most shocked, Pauline, or Cathy. I grinned at the pair of them, saying,
"Yes, I am enjoying it." Then, I burst out laughing.
"You should see your faces," I choked out.
Cathy started giggling, and after a moment, Pauline started to grin also. Then getting a quizzical look on her face, she asked,
"Do you girls do this all the time, when you’re alone?"
"Sometimes."
"Never."
We both said, simultaneously. This brought forth, another howl of laughter from us, as we contradicted ourselves. Pauline looked at us we started throwing pillows at each other, and for the first time since her transference, she giggled. We all froze in what we were doing, and looked at Pauline. Her expression was unreadable, as the shock of hearing herself giggle in such a feminine manner sank in. With one thought, we threw our pillows at Pauline who not only squealed like any normal teenage girl, but also acted like one, when she started throwing them back.
In five minutes my room was a mess, pillows everywhere and all my soft toys, (mom had brought them all back in after my becoming Jan) were strewn around having been used as handy missiles.
Though-out all this, we only had our panties on and the rough and tumble was making my breasts sore with all the jiggling. This more than anything, prompted us to cease and desist in favour of some more clothes.
Pauline didn’t resist at all when we threw a bra in her direction, knowing it had to be worn, having felt the effects on the female form when not wearing one. Feeling a little sorry for her, we did ours up in front of he, showing her the way to put them on without being obvious about it.
Pauline started asking questions after donning a skirt and blouse while we dressed in a similar manner. She wanted to know if she had been acting strange lately, saying she had been getting some blank periods in her life. She said she had no recollection of what had happened during these lapses.
We thought about it for a minute, knowing that she was fishing for the reason of how the original Pauline had managed to swap bodies with her. I finally said to her,
"You did get rid of those books like I told you, the ones you were studying on some mystical garbage?"
Paulines eyes lit up with a calculating look, I knew she was thinking that she too, could study them and get her body back. Time to shoot her hopes down I thought, as I said,
"You promised me you did, after the headaches you were getting," I continued, sounding concerned.
"She did," piped up Cathy, seeing where I was going. "I helped her burn them yesterday. There’s nothing left, but ashes, a pity. It seemed such a valuable looking book, the pages were yellow with age," she sighed.
The look that passed across Paulines face as her hopes were dashed, was almost enough to make me feel sorry, ‘almost.’ Remembering the knife attack, and the car incident, plus Nicks treatment of the real Pauline, still made me feel she needed a much greater lesson to be taught yet.
To be continued…
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