Zulo-Hitting The Slopes (TG Caption)

 

"Well that was lot more different than I even imagined it would be. Being bigger, I thought these muscles would help me shred down the mountain with ease, but my extra bulk was almost a hindrance when it came to making turns, it was hard controling this much body. But being a man also did let me go faster than I ever had, and fly off the jumps higher than I ever had and I've been skiing all my life. What a trip! Its was so different from my usual experience on the mountain. I'm so happy you let me use that medallion my friend from work loaned me. Swapping bodies and having a ski weekend has been amazing. Thanks again babe, I owe you for this, it was so much fun!" Julie said to me from her large man's body. It was a little strange seeing a big man, but with my wife's brain controlling him. Inside that big lunk was the sweet little woman I married. And inside the little woman I married, was me.

Catching Julie's enthusiasm, I smiled at him, thinking about the fun we had this weekend. At first I'd been hesitant about becoming Julie, but it turned out to be better than I thought. Sure I was smaller and weaker, but I was also lighter, so it felt like I was floating down the mountain, barely touching the snow. Even though I couldn't go as fast or hit the jumps as hard, I felt so graceful in all my moves. It was different for sure but I was still having fun. Not as much fun as Julie was having in my body, but fun none the less.

At the trunk of our car I stripped off the outer shell coat that had protected my fragile new body on the mountain, and put on something a little more comfortable to go into the lodge. Julie warm cable knit saggy beanie now adorned my head, with a little bit of my long auburn hair spilling out. I threw on a Julie favorite, her furry brown vest, thinking to myself, "this should keep me warm and looking super cute in front of everyone in the lodge."

I shook my head, hoping to lose the stray Julie thought that had crept into my head. It wasn't overwhelming, but Julie had held the medallion against us for a minute, saying we would get just enough knowledge to pass as each other. It seemed to work well. I felt natural answering to Julie, and all her basic info seemed to be on call in the back of my head. I knew I was me, but still had the minimum needed to act as her.... but a stray thought or two about feeling cute or wanting to put on more make up had crept thru, which was mildly concerning. But I knew it would be fine, all we had to do was touch the medallion together and we'd be back to who we were supposed to be.

I adjusted the fur vest around my slim shoulder and replied to Julie, my current boyfriend, "I know what you mean Jules, it's been very different from our normal, but being you has had it's perks. Sure it's annoying being shorter, like how I'm like only as tall as our station wagon now. But on the plus side, it's felt nice getting outside of myself and being you. I feel a lot of pride when I catch people checking me out, which is strange, but kinda thrilling. Kinda like how looking at you in my old body is weird, but I've got to admit thinking about you bending me over when we get back to the hotel is pretty thrilling too." I said teasing Julie I was gunna enjoy these last hours before we swapped back tomorrow morning and started our long drive home.

It was mission accomplished as I looked down and saw a bulge popping up, still showing through his ski pants. Wow, I thought how crazy it was that just mentioning sex could get Julie to be rock hard so fast. He must be really enjoying this.

I walked over and tip toed up to touch our lips, the contact getting me just as wet as he was hard. So we hopped in the car and drove back to the hotel, planning on banging until we swapped back in about 12 hours. We parked our car and went into our room. The door was still locked, but when we got inside the room safe we used to keep the medallion in was wipe open. I knew that we had locked it, checking many times before we left.

I walked over to the safe with my heart in my throat, hoping the medallion was safe and sound. It was not.

An empty safe. Nothing else gone from the room, No sign of a break in, but the medallion was gone. Poof.

Seeing the window shut on any possibility of me being male was gone right then and there. I called the front desk to complain about a theft. I was told that they keep an electronic record, and nobody had unlocked our door in the time we were gone. And the security cameras showed noone enterting from the hall way, or the outside window, in the time frame either. With no sign of a break in, there was really nothing they could do to help.

"Sorry ma'am, I wish I could do more to help, but this does seem to be all I can do. You could call the police to make a report?" I shuddered at hearing the receptionist refer to me as ma'am. With out the medallion, thats how I would be addressed from now on. A ma'am, a Mrs, a lady, a woman. Maybe it was all these new hormones, but the panic mixed with the hopelessness of being stuck this way caused a melt down.

I hung up the phone, collapsed on the bed balling my eyes out. Threw my tears, I explain to the new Ken, my husband, what our futures would be. He didn't cry, keeping his new manly composure. He stayed strong and I cried into his chest, enough to make my old shirt wet. I cried out all my fear and frustration at the situation and it finally slowed to a whimper. I did not want to remain as Julie the rest of my life, but I was left with little option to change anything.

Eventually I fell asleep in my husbands lap. And when I woke up, I begrudgingly got ready to go home and start my new life as Julie, loving wife and beautiful woman.

I got in the car but Ken ran back in side. "Hey Julie, I left my phone charger, I'll be back in a minute."

What I didnt't know was Julie went back upstairs and knocked on the room next to ours. A man opened up and Ken gave him the second half of the $200 he owed him and the man gave him the medallion back wrapped up in a paper bag.

The man said, "Thanks bud, hope it was worth it to prank your wife into thinking her necklace got stolen. And here it is, wrapped up as requested. I'm guessing you got the connecting doors between our rooms locked again before she noticed and could think anyone came in that way. I feel bad taking this much money for something so simple. But hey, you must like yanking her chain."

Ken thanked the man and said, "Yep, it was worth every penny. You have no idea how much I appreciate it." He left and walked back to the car, his plan going off without a hitch. He knew he could never take the step back to being the woman in the relationship again. So when he ran into the guy from the room next to his, Ken paid the man to help him out and stage a theft. It went off without a hitch, and now Ken would get to live her life as the strong man she loved to be, his friend from when he was Julie would get her medallion back, and most importantly, me the new Julie, had no reason to suspect Ken had anything to do with it, so there would be no problem staying married. As far as I knew, it had just disappeared. Had I known the truth, I would have been furious, I did not want to be stuck as my wife, stuck as this delicate woman, stuck with these breasts and vagina and curves. I didn't want to be the weak one, the submissive one.

But I was none the wiser, and Ken hopped into the car without me knowing he had the ability to give me my life back in his jacket pocket. But he kept things the way the were for good.

We drove back home, and I mentally prepared for what I in store as the new Julie. I looked out the window at the mountains passing by, curling upwith my legs tucked into my chest and cuddling up in my fluffy vest. It would take a lot of getting used to, but I was now Julie, married woman. And while we were stuck like this, I'd do what it took to keep my loving husband happy and keep the marriage together.

Giving In To Being Monica (TG Caption)

"Oh this is too perfect. I knew if I left his job a little early, I'd find Kyle doing something he wouldn't want me to see while he's in my body. This is better than I expected tho. For someone who's always complaining about getting their body back, he sure does look comfortable as me having a nap in the middle of the afternoon. And in my onesie curled up with my cat? Pretty girly for the person still claiming to be a 'masculine guy' on the inside." Monica thought as she looked down on her husband out cold in her body.

A week ago Monica used the Medallion Of Zulo to swap their bodies, figuring if nothing else, spending a little time as her might get Kyle to stop acting like such an asshole. She swapped themselves at night in bed and told him he only gets his body back when he learns to be a good girl.

Kyle hasn't adapted to his new lot in life very well. He's been very resistant to give into being his wife. He had really been fighting to keep his sense of being a man. But Monica knew better. She had held the medallion against him long enough to get memories to pass as Kyle at his job and with friends and stuff. So she knew it would be the same for him, he had knowledge of being Monica, and with being Monica came some traits, desires, and characteristics that went against Kyle's idea of being his manly self. He was trying to fight it, but Monica knew he was fighting his new brain telling him to be Monica, and do Monica things. The actual Monica got a real kick watching her female husband try to fight his feminine instincts. But now a week in, Monica caught him in a position that he can't exactly deny.

"Ahem!" Monica cleared her throat to wake up Kyle in her body laying on the couch.

Kyle slowly stirred until he woke up and realized that his manly wife had just caught him diving headfirst into girlhood. His head jersey up and he stared at his wife wide eyed. Knowing he was gunna take some shit.

Monica gloated as she stood over her former body. Adressing her husband with the current name that fit, she said, "Well Monica, it looks like your have a pretty easy day. In your fuzzy onesie and napping at 2 in the afternoon? You know someone told me Monica's life as a housewife was easy, but girl, you look like you don't have a care in the world. Snuggled up in some cute pj's, on top of all my sheepskin blankets. Pretty girly for someone who 'would never give in to feminity'. And you're even cuddled with Maggy, you usually hate that cat. What's going on here, Monica?" The previous Monica asked with a grin on her wide male face. She was loving how embarrassed Kyle was getting. She could see him squirm in his onesie. This was priceless.

Kyle was blushing and nervously answered, I don't know, the cat just seems a lot nicer to me while I'm like this."

Kyle stopped there and Monica said, "Aaaand?? What about you snuggled up on the couch in fuzzy, cheetah print pj's on top of my girly, fluffy couch cover? As Kyle," she puffed out her chest, "I would never be caught dead in something like that, laying around on a fluffy cloud having a cat nap. No sir, not this guy."

Kyle's face was on fire from embarrassment. His wife was really rubbing their current genders in his face now. But what was embarrassing him more, was how turned on he was getting by it.

Kyle wanted to explain himself and said, "Monic- I mean Kyle, or whatever, I can't explain it, it's like it's more natural to just give in and do the things you would. I cleaned for a little, but before I knew it, it was noon and I was dressed in this onesie and laying on the couch with Maggy. I didn't realize I was even doing it until you woke me up."

Monica smiled. "Ya know, if you really want to feel like Monica, I have a way. Follow me," she said, leading her husband by the hand to their bed. Kyle's brain was going haywire, but it felt so right to give in and let his husband take charge.

Monica slowly unzipped Kyle's onesie. As she stripped him out of it, the fuzzy fleece skimmed softly over Kyle's smooth skin. As soon as he was undressed, Monica went straight down on him, lapping away at her former vagina with her tongue, her stubble scratching Kyle's thighs. Monica knew what she was doing, and within moment, Kyle was orgasming, screaming "Ugggggg unnnyeah, eat my box Kyle, you lick my pussy so goooooood." Kyle said as he bucked his hips, cumming as a girl for the first time.

Monica raised her head and said, "what was that? Who am I?" She started moving up, but kept Kyle's legs spread.

Kyle was panting but responded, "You're Kyle my big strong husband."

"Oh yeah, and who does that make you?" The old Monica asked, getting more and more aroused.

"Well I'm you're gorgeous wife Monica, pleased to meet you," Kyle said, letting out a tiny giggle. It felt so good to let go and just be Monica.

"You're damn right," the new Kyle said, now fully erect, lifting Monica's legs above her head and slid his new penis into his old vagina.

The new Monica took her old cock deep into her new pussy. Being filled like that was scratching the itch she didn't know she had. Kyle kept thrusting harder and harder, until both came and collapsed in the other's arms.

Kyle got up leaving Monica in the bedroom. He went to the basement and took the medallion he had outside to the garbage bin. Without hesitating, Kyle threw it in, knowing that he'd never give up his new wife.

When he got back inside, he found his beautiful wife Monica, again already in her fuzzy, cheetah onesie, and already sound asleep again. Kyle smiled down on his new wife and slid into bed next to her,, knowing they were each gunna be a lot happier this way.

Swap Clinic Kept Us Together (TG Caption)

 

"Babe, it's 2021, girls don't do duckface like that anymore. Just smile nice and pretty like me. We look so sexy together. This pics gunna get, like, a million likes."

Things really hadn't changed all too much, I guess. Kerri has always loved posting couples pics of the 2 of us, and always was excited with the likes she would get. Though I suspect this one that she was making me take to show off 'The New Us' was gunna get more likes that all the other ones she posted.

Kerri and I had been dating for a couple years and madly in love. We were always best friends since the second we started going out. Inseparable. We'd spend all of our spare time together. It was just the 2 of us in our shared little world.

And us being the best of friends never changed. But slowly, I could feel her pull back in the bedroom. We were still having sex but she wasnt nearly as into it. It got to the point where I felt like she could barely make her self touch my dick. Like she didn't like what she saw there. But she'd always make me happy. And then the rest of the time, it really couldn't have been better between us.

Until one night, I was making my typical moves on Kerri. I came up behind her. I put one of my big hands on her hip. With the other hand, i moved her long blonde hair over her shoulder and started lightly kissing her neck. But stopped a few seconds in, too surprised to continue after realizing Kerri was crying.

"Oh no, what? Baby, what's wrong? What did I do? Are you ok?" I asked, trying to figure out what was going on with her.

Kerri took a moment, and with her voice cracking and tears in the corner of her eyes, she said, "I'm so sorry Dan, I can't do this anymore. This isn't who I am. I don't think. Not anymore it isn't. I've been slowly coming to terms with something, and it's really hard to say. Dan..... I'm gay. I like women. I've finally accepted it's who I am, and I can't lie and make love to you anymore. I still love you more than anything. But I cant make myself have sex with a man. The thought of a penis is really pretty disgusting. I'm sorry babe, so so sorry," she finished and trailed off into more tears.

I was stunned at this development, and just put my arm around her. Finally thinking off something to say, I said, "Shhh it's ok Kerri. This is a shock for me. You cant help who you're attracted to I guess. But where does that leave us? I love you more than anything, but this sounds like we can't be together?"

Kerri looked up sheepishly and said, "I don't know. I mean, youre the love of my life too, but I dont ever plan on having sex with a man again, and youre a man. The most I can see us being is platonic best friends."

My heart sank through my stomach. "Kerri.... I ... Kerri, I can't do that. I love you so much. Ican't sit around and just stay youre BFF while you go out and fall in love with other women. Ineed all of you Kerri. I'm happy you've discovered who you are Kerri. Really happy. But this is tough. You're my everything, and I think I just lost you. I've got to go, I can't be here. I need to think." I grabbed my keys and ran outside. Kerri yelled after me to stay and talk, but I couldn't. I couldn't take the pain of hearing her saying we still love each other but couldnt be together.

I drove for a while until I ended up in the Walmart parking lot and stopped there. I didn't have anywhere to go, so I just sat there in my car and browsed my phone, unsuccessfully trying to not think about my heartache.

When I was scrolling thru instagram, I saw something that aligned things just right in my head, and may have just given me the solution to my love problems.

It was just a post for some local restaruant that was having a LGBT night, and the post was a promotion for that. It was just a picture of the restaurant, at one of the tables, I saw a couple of women holding hands and staring into each others eyes. They looked like they did't notice another person in the room and were deep in love. At first my heart dropped again, thinking that this is the love that Kerri is going to go on and find with out me. Why couldn't I make Kerri that happy?

And that made the wheels start turning. The area's 1st swap clinic had just opened up last month. If Kerri realized she was only attracted to women, if I could find the right woman to swap with, I would be able to stay with Kerri!

I opened up the swap clinic's site on my phone and started looking. I didn't find anyone that would work. All these women were too old, too fat, or too ugly. No insulting them, but if I was gunna keep Kerri, the woman I needed had to be exactly what she wanted.

I was about to give up, but for the hell of it, refreshed the search page. To my surprise, there was a brand new post of a bombshell, and she was the same age as me and Kerri, 21. I clicked on her as fast as I could and read her bio. Madilyn Hanes, 21 y/o, 5'4, 110 lbs. It also said her backstory, she was pretty normal, just always thought she was meant to be a man.

I applied to swap with her as quick as i could and waited for my response. The minutes felt like hours, I felt like so much was riding on this. I didn't know what I would do if I lost Kerri, she was my world. And right now it seemed like the only way to keep her was to swap bodies with this Madilyn girl. I'd never thought once about being a girl, but truth betold, I still wasn't thinking about it. The only thing in my mind was how to save things and keep Kerri as my girlfriend.

Finally after 20 or so minutes, I got an alert from the swap clinic. Madilyn had accepted and agreed to swap with me at the next available appointment, tomorrow at 10 am. I slept in my car that night not wanting to go home. Wanting to get this swap done to see if I could get Kerri back.

I got to the swap clinic early the next morning. After a little time in the waiting room, they brought me in back. After filling out an hours worth of forms, it was finally time. Madilyn and I had declined to meet each other before hand, finding it just a little weird. I was brought into a room with a chair with a helmet on the top.

The strapped me in and explained in about 3 minutes, I would be in the body that I had arranged to swap into. The technician for the machine left, and I could hear the machine kick on.

Sitting strapped into the chair was the first time I actually had a chance to stop and think about what I was doing. Was I really trading in my cock and balls for a pussy and vag, just to keep my girlfriend? Was Ireally willing to become a female just for her? I was a man, how was I gunna be a girl? I didnt' know the first thing about it. I tried moving my arms to stop the swap, as I was second guessing myself. But my arms were tied in tight. There was nothing I could do now. I sat there and couldn't believe what was about to happen. I just told myself, it was all for Kerri.

The machine started the swap, and a second later, I found myself in a different room, a different technician walked in, and I looked down and saw a different body. It was shocking. There was just so much.... less of me. I went from 6'1 and 225lbs down to 5'4 and 110 lbs. I now had literally less than half of my mass as before. I felt so light and small.

They let me out of the chair and I looked in the mirror at how stunning I had become. I had high arched eyebrow, full pouty lips, and long wavy hair, starting brown and lightening as it went down into blonde. I was very thin. As a result, my new chest and and ass weren't big, but they were still tight and perky. I was now dressed in a turtleneck and some skinny jeans.

Not wasting any more time, I knew what I had to do. I grabbed the fluffy coat that this body had on when it came in. And walked outside, on a mission to find Kerri, when I got there she was in the driveway pacing, nervous after not hearing from me for so long.

Needless to say she was a little confused when a stranger came walking up to her, but there was definately a look of interest in her eyes, probably because this stranger was a sexy woman in a fur coat.

Over the next 10 minutes I explained to her what had happened. How I thougth the only way to keep her was to become a woman at the swap clinic. Finishing up, I said, "So now I'm Madilyn. Cuz if youre a lesbian, then Kerri, I'll be a lesbian with you too. I love you so much."

Kerri stood there with tears in her eyes and said, "Thats really you? You did all of this, you gave up being a man,just to stay with me?" She jumped into my arms and we made out. We kissed with a passion I hadn't felt in a long time from her. I finally had my Kerri back.

So here we are celebrating the new us with a pic. We've done this pose before, but it feels so much different know. I used to tower over Kerri, now my eyes dont even clear the top of her head. But one thing that didn't change is how I feel about this woman. I was still crazy about her, whether I be a man, or a woman.

And right now being a woman felt pretty good. I held my girlfriend's hand and she kicked a leg in the air around me and backed into me. At least I was still big spoon. She smiled that bright smile I love for the camera.. I was so turned on as I could feel her back up against my fur covered boobs. I grinded a little closer, my flat crotch perfectly cupping her round butt. Her beautiful blonde hair smelling sweet as it went into my face. I could feel her push into me even thru the plush coat.

And thats how this turned out to be a photo of the first time I got wet as Madilyn. I was getting so turned on by this. Here I was, still happily together with Kerri, but together as homosexual women. And I thought if this is how it feels, to be curled up to the love of my life, feeling so feminine and beautiful in this girly fur coat, then I think I was gunna be pretty happy as Madilyn Hanes, girlfriend of my beautiful Kerri.

And that's how I felt before she led me up to the bedrom. That day, Kerri cemented in me that I would always be Madilyn. Because she made me feel so good in this body, there's no way I'd ever be someone else.

I'd always thought lesbian sex was fun watching, but being a participant is a whole other ballgame. She did things to my new vagina I didn't think were possible, and I came a countless amount of times until we passed out in each other arms.

We layed in bed the next morning and she grabbed her phone to post the pic of us from yesterday. The caption said 'Finally came out of the closet. Here I am, the real me, a proud gay woman. And this is my gorgeus girlfriend, Madilyn. Our love is deeper than you could imagine #togetherforever #lesbians #LGBTQ #proud #love'

I saw the post on my phone and liked it. Happy with my decision and believe that first hashtag. I think me and Kerri might be together forever.

I Like Myself, Better Than You Did (TG Caption)

 I felt like me and my girlfriend Valerie were coming to the end of the road. Things had grown pretty stale between us over the 3 and a half years we had been together. We never fought or anything. Problem was we had just forgot how to talk to each other. When we had first started seeing each other, we were the best of friends. We were passionate about the other person, and interested in everything we had going on in our lives. But over time, we talked less and less as I think we had just run out of things to say that the other hadn't already heard before. When we did speak to each other I had try not to show my annoyance with the little things she'd say that annoy me. They'd mostly always be harmless, but when your around the wrong person all the time, shit starts annoying you. We were intimate less and less. We would have less moments of closeness, of holding each other, of holding hands, cuddling, it all seemed to disappear slowly. It had been weeks since we had actually had sex. Probably closer to 2 months. And one of the other reasons that contributed to that was we saw each other less and less. I had picked up extra hours at work to get some OT as we were saving up for a house, sick of wasting our money on rent. Although I suppose those savings would be getting complicated after we split up tomorrow.

It broke my heart cuz I really did love Valerie. I thought she was a great person, but things really did feel stuck in a place where we were barley a part of the other persons life. I wasnt looking forward to it cuz i knew that Val loved me too. We just stopped working togther, and things would be better if we each found something new. But just thinking of how sad it was gunna make me to have to hurt her was upsetting my stomach.

I had planned to tell Valerie we were breaking up Saturday morning. Giving one of us the full day to pack their belongings and leave, and I assumed it would be me gathering my things.

So when I got home from work on Friday night I was a little suspicious when Valerie wasnt around. She worked in a cafe in the mornings and early afternoon, but other than that she was pretty much always home. She never usually had anything to do as she didnt really know anyone here in the area but me, seeing how we moved here after college for the big job that I got.

About 9:15 I saw headlights creep up the driveway to the duplex we rented, and Valerie was back from where ever she had been. She came thru the front door carrying her keys and phone in one hand, and a black velvet bag in the other.

Asking her where she had been, she told me that her car had got a flat tire in front of this hole in the wall shop on the side of the road on her way home from work. With nothing much else around she said she went inside the shop to see if anyone could help her change her tire. I rolled my eyes without her seeing, thing to myself, "Typical, shes got a perfectly fine spare tire and jack in her trunk, but she's got pull the whole 'I'm a helpless stupid bitch' routine and get someone else to do what she could of." It was one of those things that annoyed me that probably no big deal, but still rubbed me the wrong way. She kinda had that typical girl thing that idk, it's hard to explain. Just helpless, ditzy shit like that had started to annoy me. I was a pretty chill, relaxed guy(some occasional pot smoking helped there), and our personalities seed a little at odds with each other most of the time.

Valerie said she went inside and the only person that was in there was a really old lady. I was starting to get curious how she made it back, assuming her and the little old lady wouldnt be the ones who had figured it out.

She told of how the old woman welcomed her to her store, she called in a 'Magic and Curriossities' store. Again i rolled my eyes annoyed at Valerie to going to a magic store for help. Val said that guessing the old woman couldnt help her ith her tire, she asked if she could use her landline to call for help, having no cell service there. She said the woman told her yes, but that wont be neccessary, as she walked over to the window to look at it, pointed her finger at it, and the cars tire repaired its hole and refilled its air, seemingly all on its own. Val said the old woman had to of magically fixed her tire.

Half annoyed at her for believing somebody magically fixed something, and half impressed at this old lady's trick on how she fixed the tire from inside the shop. Val had more to say.

"And thats when she invited me to sit down for a coffee. I wasnt gunna turn down the grateful offer from someone how had just helped me out, so I sat and we talked for a few hours actually. I got her life story, apparently shes a witch. Not like a wicked witch, a good one. She helps people that wonder into her store. And then I told her about mine. About my childhood, school, family, how I got to this are, and finally how things are going with us..." Valerie trailed off at the end.

Noting her hesitancy at mentioning us, I asked, "And what did you talk about with her about us?" Maybe if I played my cards right, she would just breakup with me now and save me the trouble of being the bad guy. But I never get that lucky.

She responded, "Well I dont think we've been doing great, and Iadmitted to her I dont think we've been doing good for a long while either," I got my hopes up, she was gunna do it. "So I asked her if she had any advice to let us stay together happy forever." Fuck! Thats the opposite of where I was going with things.

Val continued, "And she had just the thing, she said she had used in to save many relationships in the past. She said if I could be patient, she would make just what I needed to save our relationship. The lady got up and started tinkering arou, grabbing various roots and herbs and stuff, i really dont even know what she used, but she put it all in a big pot"

"A cauldren?" I asked sacrastically, still doubting her spending time with an actual witch.

"Yes! Thats the word. She cooked up everything in a cauldren, and chanted over it for like an hour."

Being sarcastic again, "Was she casting a spell?"

"Yea, I think she actually was. Anyway after a while, she poured out some liquid, and gave me the bottle in this bag," Valerie said as she opened the velvet bag. "My new witch friend told me all we have to do is pour out half the bottle. Out of that half, we split it up between us and drink it. She said save the other half of the bottle, and when you know youre ready, we each split the second half of the bottle."

Not convinced, I said, "Valerie, did you just bring home a magic potion thinking it would make our relationship good?" I felt pretty sad at Val being desperate enough to use a 'magic potion from a witch' to save our relationship. I figured if it meant his much to her to try, I'd play along. I figured there's worse ways to spend our last night together.

She frowned and said, "Well I guess so. Its just that, Iwan things to get better between us. Things arent right now, but I couldnt be with anyone else. I still love you." A single tear welled inside the corner of her eye.

"Ok, ok, lets do it, what the worst that could happe, its poison and we die?" I joked trying to get the tears to stop. It worked and I grabbed the bottle, pouring one half of its contents into 2 cups. "So what, we just drink it?"

Now calm again, Val said, "Yep, we just drink it, and she said by morning we should be seeing each other in a whole new light."

"This all seems very strange. But hey, if you want to try it, bottoms up." I said as i drank my bit of 'potion', not expecting anything. And nothing did happen. We sppent the rest oof the night, not speaking much, leaving the other to their business. It was an uneasy night for me, as I knew it would be tough splitting up tomorrow.

A little while later we wrapped things up, I got in my gym shorts and tshirt, and Valerie got in her matching long sleeve sleeve silk pajama set. Taking a second to admire what I would be soon missing, I gazed over her tight little body. She was 5'0, and had a trim athletic body that Iwoud really miss getting to see. It hit me that this would probably be my last time sleeping next to Val. I almost teared up, but just rolled over, chased the thought out of my head and went to sleep.
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A sliver of sunlight found a crack in the blinds and was hitting me rigth in the eye. I was annoyed at waking up this way, and also thought it was weird. The sun never wakes me up, I cant even really see that window from my side of the bed. This got my mind moving a little quicker than it normal does at this early hour, and I opened my eyes to investigate. I should have just kept them closed.

Right away, something was up. The first alarm was the strands of blonde hair partially blocking my view as I sat up. What, why is Valerie's hair block my view? Looking down my view was blocked by something else.

Tits. They weren't huge. Heck, they were probably just a bit under medium sized, but there's no mistaking it. Those were perky, round, bouncy tits sitting on my chest. I reached a hand up to investigate. The sudden reaction my body had from boob to hand contact was insane. My whole body vibrated with pleasure from these little fingers just lightly fondling this lump. With my fingertips, I slowly traced a circle around the large nipple. Through the silk shirt I was now in, each lap my finger did brought my new new to a harder point. And as I was giving myself a chest erection, each circle my finger did around my nipple was like cranking my body up tighter, and as it tensed, it shook inside of the silky soft pj's covering my upper and lower body, rubbing together bringing a pleasure I've never felt before. I've never worn anything silk, now it was covering except my head hands, and feet. I'd never been wrapped in anything so smooth and light. That sensation and the nipple rubbing was crazy, I couldn't think of anything else. Except maybe what's going on with the rest of my body.

Starting to pant a little, I reached down and wiggled out of my pants. As much as I hated loosing their silky feel, I was amazed to find what they were covering. Short and thin, hairless legs. My legs might actually be smoother than that silk was I thought, as I traced my fingers, starting at tiny little toes, each with the small amount of nail polish it takes to paint such small nails tipped off each digit a Robin's egg blue.

My fingers ran down the toes, down tiny feet, up across my hairless legs, and kept going til I hit hips out of proportion from my normal. My hips usually go in, but they now went out slightly. When I got a couple fingers around to the front, I didn't know how, but my cock wasn't there, my fingers instead finding a tuft of public hair, neatly trimmed, running down into a pair of lips. I parted them slowly. It was so weird. In stead of sticking out down there, I was now an open hole there, the world with direct access to the inside of my body. I must have been getting really excited playing with my boob because when I parted the lips, it was sticky and wet, and I could feel the stands of vaginal liquid stretching apart, from one wall of my new open vagina, to the other. I stuck a finger in and couldn't help but moan a little. I moved the finger faster, and harder, with trial and error finding the spots that felt good and the spots that were euphoric. And then I hit a spot that sent me over the edge, my body falling into a pit of pleasure, "ugh, ungh, UH Uuuuuuhuuh yeah" I scream/moaned in a surprisingly high voice I wasn't ready for.

Well I found all the parts of a female body and think I did a pretty good job of using them, because I'm pretty sure I just had a female orgasm. It was incredible, it felt like I went to a different dimension. But brought me back to this dimension very quickly.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God. Did you just fucking cum in my body? That was really fast, but I just watched you jill-off in my body! What the fuck Jason! It was kind of funny at first watching you discover your body without noticing me sitting next to you, but then you started finger fucking yourself. I was too stunned to say anything, but Jesus! You haven't made me cum in that body in months, and you get in it and you flick your way to an orgasm in like 20 seconds. I don't even know what to say." A large man next to me said. Putting it together, it looked like I was in Valerie's little body, and it sounded like her talking through my 6'1 male appearance.

But none of that mattered to me right now. My engine was just getting going after that. I didn't know what came over me, but it must be the new female hormones I had just put into over drive. I said, "You don't have to say anything then. Not for this."

And with that I got up on my knees in the bed and turned towards my former body. My girlfriend was too surprised to move, so I grabbed the waistband of my old pair of shorts and slip the down below his dick. It flopped out already half hard. But putting it in my tiny hand and giving it a firm squeeze turned it to steel. It looked so much bigger from this angle, so much larger now holding it with these tiny girl hands. I leaned over and gave the head a lick. I didn't realize there was a drop of precum already and got it on my tongue. I should be disgusted but I was way to turned on to think. And I figured that hey, I already got cum in my mouth, mind as well give Valerie her money's worth.

I opened wide and began giving my girlfriend a blow job. I bobbed my head up and down and slobbered and sucked.

In my former deep voice I could hear grunting, Valerie having trouble keeping his voice quiet. Val seemed taken aback at first, but slowly got into it. He eventually started grinding into my face, and held onto the back of my head helping it go up and down. I was no so small that while I was sucking, he reached down and could reach far enough to get 2 fingers in my vagina. "Oh fuck Jason, you're a fucking natural at this babe."

Babe was the name I had always called her, although I probably hadn't used the pet name in a few months. She never called me 'babe' though from what I could remember. But being called babe and getting fingered did something, made me want to dive in deeper. So without taking the cock out of my juicy lips I looked up , made eye contact and told him "kurrllmmmree vuuurllle" I tried saying, but the dick smothering any words from coming out clearly.

"Huh?" Valerie said, not getting a word.

With a small pop sound, the dick left my lips. I told him "I said, call me Valerie. You Jason, me Valerie," barely getting the words together, my mouth watering to get back to work.

I dove back down, and I was wasnt long before I could feel it pulsate. "Oh fuck oh fuck, Jaso- Valerie, I cumming. Valerie I'm gunna cum, Valerie I'm gunna cum, babe im cuuummmmingggg," Jason, formerly Valerie moaned as he shot his first load out of his penis, right down my throat. I almost came as well, just from hearing him call me Valerie. It just seemed so kinky to fill in as her, and it was getting me so turned on.

With the fun over I looked up, and Jason was recovering from his orgasm. We both stared at each other.

The new Jason broke the ice, "So I guess that was a magic potion, huh Valerie?"

Have to admit I was wrong, I said, "Yeah but what are the odds of that? This is nuts, why is this happening?" I asked.

"Well she did say we'd see each other in a whole new light. And I'll admit, I've never looked at you like this before, babe."

Jason crept closer, and I have no idea how considering the jizz in my stomach, he had a hard dick again. He flipped me over and threw my face down into the pillows, and before I knew it, his dick had worked its way inside my pussy from behind. "Guuuuuaaaah" I moaned, my former dick filled me up so much that it felt like there was barely any room for air in my lungs. I was propped on my hands and knees and started rocking harder onto his dick. We both climaxed at the same time and fell into bed, exhausted from our second orgasms.

We stayed there, basking in the afterglow. Eventually the former Valerie started to get up. I said, "that was crazy, but I think we should swap back now maybe?"

"Lets just give it the day. It's supposed to fix us, so we'll learn from today, and swap back tomorrow. I'll go make some breakfast." Jason said going downstairs to cook.

I sat there wondered what the hell am I doing as Valerie? I'm Valerie? My thinking seemed to clear as my hormones started to get lower. Clarity set in. Clarity that somehow a witch put me in Valerie's body and her in mine. Clarity of how disgusting giving a blow job was. Clarity I had cum leaking out of my new vagina. And Clarity that my plans to breakup this morning were no longer possible. Guess we'd see if swapping bodies saves our relationship. I can't believe Im really saying this.

I got dressed for the day, putting on the first outfit I could that I'd seen this body in before. Wrap around sandals, a knee length skirt, and a v neck shirt showing off a hint of cleavage.

Smelling Jason cooking, I went downstairs, emarressed to be stepping in front of him for the first time since blowing and being fucked by him. I really wasn't sure to act now with my former girlfriend being the dominant one.

Standing in the kitchen, I noticed this was the first time since being swapped that we were standing side by side. And I noticed this because if how much taller my old body was than I am now. I has to tilt me head back to make eye contact. This is what it felt like to be 13 inches shorter than someone. A feeling I haven't felt as a child. But now here I was, as this pipsqueek who I was about to leave. I didn't know what to say, so said the only thought I had in my head. "I'm small. Why are you so short? Did you not drink enough milk growing up? I think you stunted your growth somehow?" I teased.

"Ha ha. I drank plenty. And the rest of my family's pretty tall, so I don't know what happened to me.. Or should I say, you. You're the short one now. If u need to reach anything the stool I use is around here somewhere."

"L O L. Let's eat." I said. This little banter was more convo than we've had in the last week though, and definitely didn't seem as tense.

"So what do we do now?" I asked.

Well this is supposed to fix our relationship. So let's do couple stuff. We went to Target and got some household stuff. It was actually nice, as we just goofed around in every isle we were in. I even tried on a nightie Jason wanted to see me in.

Next we hit downtown where we walked around the stores. The lights they had set up tonight were gorgeus but Jason kept looking at me. We went into a restaurant and dined. I ate a salad, which pleased Jason, not wanting to get a fat body back.

By the time we got home we were tired, but also buzzing. We hadn't had a day like that in a long time. Everywhere we went we were either talking, laughing, or flirting. When she was Valerie she could be ditzy, but now in my old body, that kind of just made him look like an endearing oaf. And he told me it was nice being a girl that was this chill and laid back, my personality shining thru to her. It was nice to feel that fire again. We might have been tired, but that couldn't stop us tonight. We repeated our fun from this afternoon. Starting with my lips around Jason's dick, and ending with that dick in my pussy. We passed out that night naked in bed. We would have been cuddling, but we were both too hot from the sex to touch and sleep comfortably.

When I got up the next morning I was alone in bed. I showered enjoying the feeling of washing my sensitive breasts and cleaning my vagina. Valerie was getting this back today, mind as well enjoy it. I got out of the shower and tied a towel around my chest, staying held in the air by my tits. I did my hair and walked back to the bedroom. It looked like it was gunna be a lazy Sunday for us, so I found Valerie's go to laying around the house outfit- a sweatshirt and shorts set in the fluffiest pink fleece. I put it on, getting turned on from my smooth skin rubbing on the soft fleece. I slid up the shorts, and cupped my vagina with my hand, finding it quite the cozy spot, pressing my legs together, my hand pushed against the fluffy shorts and into my flat crotch.

I walked down stairs and sat on the couch. Jason came out and handed me a mug with my bit of the potion we had left.

The former Jason said, "Babe, here. We can drink this like you want and swap back. But I do think that this saved us. I feel a lot closer than ever. We can switch back like we said, but I'd like to try hard to act towards each other like we did yesterday, everyday. No matter what body were in." The former Valerie said, just a hint of sadness in his voice.

I sat there with the cup of potion in my hand and thought. I tucked my feet under me and reached up one of my fuzzy arms and played with a piece of my long blonde hair. I thought about yesterday and about how that's the way a relationship is supposed to work. I thought about my future, our future. I thought about how right it felt for me to be Valerie, to be the petite little lady, sitting here all cozy in her girliest loungewear, somehow feeling like a sexy marshmellow. I thought about bout my relationship with this person in front of me. I thought about how loved I felt, and how much I liked being around Jason. That's it.

I said "Jason, I figured it out. I think we've always loved each other and still do. But at some point we stopped liking being around each other. But our personalities really fit this relationship better in the others body I think. I like you better, Jason, than you liked me when I was Jason. And I can tell you also like me, the NEW Valerie very much."

When I had said "new Valerie" I could see Jason's cock jump in his pants. I got up and walked over to the sink and said, "I think we can have a long relationship like this. You as my big strong boyfriend Jason, and me as you're dainty tiny little girl, Valerie." And with that, I dumped the only way of being a man again down the sink. A chill ran down my spine as I thought that this sealed things, it permantly made me Valerie. I would forever be the weak woman, the tiny girl there to please her man.

But as I looked over at Jason, his smile told me I had made the right decision. I think this relationship is one thats gunna last.