“You know, Chris,” Gregor told me with a mouth half full of chips, “it must be really nice having the whole house to yourself.”

We were sitting in the living room, a couple bags of chips open between us. The TV was on to the show we’d been binging for the last couple days, though we’d both gotten to the point that we were only half paying attention to it.

Gregor and I had been friends for years, ever since the first day of Junior High when we’d met up. Back then, he hadn’t been quite sure if he wanted people to keep calling him Gregory the way his parents did, or if he wanted to shorten it to Greg. In the end, we’d split the difference and began calling him Gregor instead, and it ended up sticking.

“It would be a lot nicer,” I responded as I grabbed a couple more chips, “if my parents hadn’t simply abandoned me here.”

“They didn’t abandon you,” Gregor responded with a chuckle. “I kind of wish my parents would abandon me. Or at least, that I could afford to move out and get my own place.”

I chuckled at that. “Don’t we all.”

“Oh yeah,” he agreed with a sigh. “I mean, I can’t even afford college…not that my grades were good enough to get me in. At least your folks will cover you.”

“For the local community college,” I reminded him. Then I shook my head and mused, “You know, I thought that when you graduated high school, you were supposed spend the summer traveling around Europe or something.”

“Like Todd and Dave,” Gregor said, naming a couple of our former classmates. “They’re going to meet all the hot European chicks.”

“Yeah,” I responded with a shake of my heads. “My parents decided to celebrate my graduation by travelling all over Europe themselves while leaving ME home to housesit.”

“At least you have the house to yourself,” Gregor repeated with a grin.

I just flipped him off, then for good measure, I threw a chip at him. A second later, I suddenly remembered that I was going to be the one who had to clean it up. That meant, food fights were no longer such a fun idea.

“Have you found a job yet?” I asked Gregor, even though I knew he hadn’t.

“Nope,” he responded with a shake of his head, tossing a chip up in the air and then trying to catch it with his mouth. “You?”

“Not yet,” I responded. I was looking for a summer job to build up a bit of an account, but once classes started, I’d need to be able to shift over to part time. I hadn’t had any luck finding something that worked for both of those, at least not yet. At least, not with a real job. “I have been doing some odd jobs for Olivia, though.”

Gregor sat up and grinned. “Odd jobs, eh? Is that what you’re calling it?”

I gave him a flat look. “You know, things like mowing the lawn and taking out the trash.” Then, before he could make the obvious joke, I cut him off. “And not that kind of lawn either.”

My friend looked a little disappointed that he couldn’t make the joke. “Well, Olivia is pretty hot.”

“She’s okay,” I responded in clear understatement.

Olivia Peyton, the woman who lived next door, was more than just hot. She was scorching. Just thinking about her was enough to get my heart racing and my dick hardening. Needless to say, I had a small crush on the woman.

“And that reminds me,” I added a few seconds later. “I promised her that I’d come over this afternoon and clean her gutters.”

“Is that what they’re calling it these days?” Gregor asked with a smirk.

I let out a sigh, gave into the inevitable, and thew a whole handful of chips at him. Having to clean it up would be a small price to pay.

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I stood on top of a ladder with a garbage bag full of leaves in my hand. Olivia’s gutters hadn’t been cleaned for a couple years, so there was a lot of crap in there to pull out and remove.

“Only a little more to go,” I thought aloud, silently calculating how long it would take for me to finish.

In the end, it only took me about an hour to clean all of Olivia’s gutters, and a lot of that time was positioning and moving the ladder. It was dirty but relatively easy work, and it would earn me two-hundred dollars, which would take care of my gas money for a couple weeks.

Once I was finished, I emptied the bag of leaves into the yard waste disposal, then knocked on the door to let Olivia know that I had finished so that I could collect my payment. Of course, this was also a great opportunity to see her again too.

It didn’t take long until the door opened and Olivia appeared, looking amazing as always. She was a beautiful woman in her thirties, with a great figure and dark hair that went down past her shoulders. Olivia was also relatively tall for a woman, standing at five-foot-ten, the same height as me, though her ever present heels added a couple more inches to her height.

“Hey, Chris,” Olivia greeted me with a smile. “Are you finished?”

“Yep,” I agreed with a nod, trying hard not to stare at her chest or trip over my own tongue. “The gutters are clean.”

“Come on in,” Olivia waved me inside. “I’ll get your money. And would you like a cup of tea?”

I hesitated for a moment, not being a big fan of tea. However, I answered, “Sure,” happy to accept any excuse to spend a little more time with her.

Two minutes later, I was sitting in the living room, across from Olivia, with a cup of tea in my hand and a little extra cash in my pocket.

“I brought out some cookies too,” Olivia told me, gesturing to the small plate that she’d set on the coffee table.

“Thank you,” I told her as I accepted a cookie and took a bite. “They’re good.”

Olivia seemed pleased with herself, but she usually did after something like this. She didn’t have any kids, and I suspected that she enjoyed taking on a motherly role at times.

“So, what have you been up to lately?” Olivia asked curiously. “Have you found a job yet?”

“Not yet,” I admitted. “I applied for a couple places, but haven’t heard anything back yet.”

She gave a knowing nod and sipped her tea. Then she stared at me for several long seconds with a thoughtful look. A faint smile formed on her lips before she gave another brief nod, this one seeming more for her own benefit than mine.

“Is there something wrong?” I asked curiously.

“Oh, nothing like that,” Olivia assured me. “I was just thinking about something that I recently found.”

When she didn’t say anything else, I took the bait and asked, “What’s that?”

“Well,” Olivia answered with a pleasant smile, “I recently bought an antique desk and I found something in one of the drawers.”

With that, Olivia slowly stood up, then she went across the room and picked something up from where it had been sitting on a shelf. She came back, took her seat and crossed her legs in a feminine manner. Then, she held up a single sheet of paper, one that looked kind of old and yellow.

“I found this in the bottom of a drawer,” Olivia told me before setting the paper down on the coffee table between us. There was writing on it, all hand-written, though I couldn’t make out what it said from where I was sitting. “It says that it’s a magic spell.”

“A magic spell?” I repeated a bit skeptically.

Olivia laughed. “I know. That does seem rather…whimsical and far-fetched.”

“Just a little,” I agreed as I took a sip from my tea, then covered the flavor with a bite of cookie.

“Specifically,” Olivia told me, “this says that it is a spell to make two people trade bodies.”

I blinked at that, then simply responded, “Okay,” because there wasn’t anything else I could really say.

“I know,” Olivia said with a look of amusement. “I know that its rather silly, but I can’t help but asking ‘what if’ and imagining what it might be like.” She looked me, even more of her amusement showing. “And a minute ago, I was wondering what it would be like to be a young man like you.”

“Okay,” I repeated again, still not sure what I could say to that. “It’s not really all that exciting.”

“Maybe not,” Olivia responded, still looking amused. “But it would be different enough to be interesting.”

“Maybe,” I agreed with a chuckle.

The whole idea of switching bodies with someone else was completely ridiculous. Sure, it was interesting too, and even kind of exciting, but there was no way that kind of thing would work in the real world. In movies and video games, sure, but the real world…

I reached over and picked the paper up, noting that it didn’t feel nearly as fragile as I would have expected considering the aged and yellowing color. As I’d already seen, it was all hand-written, with the opening paragraph all being in English. That opening part merely said the same thing that Olivia had already told me, that this was a spell to trade bodies between two people. After that, there was the spell itself, which seemed to consist of reciting several lines that made no sense.

“So,” I asked with a chuckle as I carefully set the paper back onto the coffee table. “You want to switch places?”

“Would you like to be a woman for a day or two?” Olivia asked with an amused smile. “To see what it’s like?”

I considered the question for several long seconds before shrugging. “Why not?” Of course, magic spells weren’t a real thing, but as Olivia had already pointed out, it is fun to imagine. “That might be kind of interesting.”

Olivia smiled again, then took another sip from her up of tea. Once she was done with that, she set the cup down and picked up the sheet of paper. Her eye ran over the writing, then she began to read the strange sounding words aloud.

As soon as Olivia began reading, the hair on the back of my arms stood up on end. I could feel something forming in the air, as though a static charge was building up. My first thought was that it was my imagination, a psychosomatic reaction to the ambiance, but that quickly faded. With every syllable uttered, the power in the air around me seemed to grow stronger. I could feel a growing pressure.

Olivia could feel this too as her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t stop reading. Instead, she just looked more curious…more excited. She wanted to see where this went, and as worried as I was becoming, I wanted to see what would happen too.

The moment that Olivia finished reciting the last syllable, the pressure suddenly popped like a balloon and a wave of energy rushed through me. It was a cold shock followed by a tingling sensation through every fiber of my being.

“Oh my,” Olivia gasped. “This feels weird.”

“We probably shouldn’t have done that,” I said with a grimace.

I felt it almost immediately, that something was wrong with my body. It took a couple more seconds before I realized what it was. My body was changing. My entire body was starting to transform at once.

The first visible change I saw was on my ams, where the arm hair pulled back in and vanished, leaving my arms soft and smooth. My fingers shifted slightly, though I didn’t really notice that until my fingernails began pushing out, growing longer and shapelier until they were perfectly manicured ovals.

It was at this point that I began to notice the more obvious changes, such as the fact that my chest was starting to swell and grow. I gasped at that, grabbed at my chest and felt two mounts forming beneath my hands.

I looked at Olivia and saw that she was doing almost the exact same thing that I was, even though her changes seemed to be the opposite. Her breasts were shrinking beneath her hands, deflating and fading away.

At the same time, the rest of her body looked ‘off’ as well. Her hair was only half it’s normal length, and it had lightened to more of a light brown color. This only made me aware of the fact that my own hair was growing longer and darker.

My hips and ass were expanding too, growing to the point where my pants strained to contain them. However, that was nothing compared to the fact that I could actually feel my bones shifting and changing inside of me. My teeth even moved about inside my mouth while I could feel them doing so with my tongue. This should have hurt like hell, but it didn’t. It just felt…weird.

“I can’t believe this,” Olivia exclaimed, her voice changing as she spoke. “That spell is actually working.”

Olivia no longer looked anything like herself. She was almost completely flat, though I knew exactly where those curves had gone. However, her changes went far beyond her figure as nearly everything about her had changed…and was still changing.

“This is SO weird,” I said, my own voice sounding different too. I sounded like a woman.

Then I felt something changing in my groin…and up inside of me. I let out a gasp of surprise at the strange and invasive sensation, immediately realizing exactly what was happening. A couple seconds later, I felt as though something important was being pulled up inside of me, and I could imagine exactly what that was.

“Ugh,” I groaned, more from the awkwardness than from any pain.

I looked at Olivia again and saw that she no longer looked like a woman at all. She looked like a guy, one who was in his early-twenties at the most, and she was getting younger with each passing second. She was also looking REALLY familiar. In fact, she now looked almost exactly like me.

“You look like me,” Olivia said, staring at me.

My eyes widened at that and I looked down at myself, at the two breasts that pushed out so noticeably from my chest and strained the fabric of my t-shirt. I gulped at the sight, knowing what I had to look like now and feeling an odd mixture of horror, excitement, and curiosity at the fact.

A couple seconds later, the physical changes seemed to come to an end. My body no longer seemed to be transforming, though the magic wasn’t finished quite yet. Now, my clothes were starting to change. My t-shirt was growing and spreading, turning into a silk blouse that was a perfect fit for my new body.

“This is amazing,” Olivia blurted out with a laugh.

“Yeah,” I responded, reaching and feeling the bra strap that was now digging into my shoulder. “Amazing.”

The ground beneath me abruptly lurched and I suddenly went up several inches. I gasped in surprise, then looked down and saw that I was now wearing high heels. In fact, I was wearing all the same clothes that Olivia had been wearing a few minutes ago while she was dressed in my clothes.

“Okay,” I said a bit awkwardly. “This is kind of weird.”

“Definitely,” Olivia agreed. “But that spell actually worked.”

I just stared at Olivia, finding it more than a little strange to be looking at myself when there wasn’t a mirror present. I imagined that she had to feel the same way when she looked at me.

Then, I noticed that since I was now wearing high heels, which put me a few inches taller than Olivia. I couldn’t help but feeling a tiny thrill of triumph at that, as minor as it was. I was used to her being taller than me because of her heels, but now, the shoe was on the other foot. Literally.

“It’s like looking into a mirror,” Olivia said as she stared at me. She slowly moved around me, examining me from every angle. “Except that I can really see my ass like this.”

“I’m glad I could help,” I told her with a wry smile. “But what are we doing to do now?”

My eyes went to the spell, which was still sitting on the coffee table where Olivia had left it. I was relieved to see that it hadn’t mysteriously vanished or anything like that.

“Well,” Olivia mused aloud, “we said that we’d switch places for a day or two, so why not just do that? We can change back tomorrow.”

I considered that for a moment, then looked back down at myself again. This whole thing was weird as hell and a part of me wanted to freak out over being turned into Olivia. However, I was also curious and even a little excited about the idea.

“That is what we agreed,” I responded with a nod.

“Okay,” she said, glancing to the spell. “That works.”

Olivia stared at me again, then down at herself before chuckling nervously. “Okay. This is going to be interesting. Strange but interesting.”

“Definitely,” I agreed, resisting the urge to grab hold of my breasts or feel between my legs. I could see the wheels turning on her face, which was my normal face, and knew that she thinking along similar lines. “Very strange.”

Olivia straightened and said, “Then I guess I should go back to your house while you stay here tonight.”

I blinked, a little surprised by that suggestion even though it made perfect sense. If anyone saw ‘me’ staying the night here, or ‘Olivia’ spending the night at my house, there would be some awkward questions, or at least, certain assumptions. And besides, all of my clothes were back home, and none of them would fit me now.

“That works,” I agreed.

Olivia stared at me again, then gave a slightly self-conscious smile and said, “Then, I guess I’ll be going home…Ms. Peyton. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With that, Olivia turned and left, leaving me alone inside of her house…with her body. I just sat back down, intentionally picking the spot where she’d been sitting during our conversation. This was a lot to take in and I needed a few minutes to absorb it.

I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths, letting my fears and concerns fade away just a little more with each exhale. I continued doing this, silently feeling my body, the way my breasts rose and fell with each breath. The sensations were a little strange, but not enough to freak out over.

Once I was ready, I opened my eyes and looked down at myself again. My eyes went to my breasts and I smiled with delight. I’d always wanted to see Olivia’s, breasts and now I could. Hell, I now had the unusual opportunity of being able to see them from this side of things.

While still sitting down, I began to examine myself, taking my time with it and allowing my curiosity to guide me. First and most obviously, I cupped my breasts, squeezing and fondling them. It felt good, though I knew it would be much better if I could get rid of the clothes.

I wasn’t quite ready to move onto that step just yet, so I began looking over other things instead. I held my hands out, staring at my feminine fingers and manicured nails, even wiggling them just to confirm that they were really mine. Then, I slowly ran those same hands over my body.

“This is strange,” I said aloud, amused to hear Olivia’s voice instead of my own. “But kind of awesome too.”

This was the kind of thing that happened in movies, not in real life. That made this a once in a lifetime opportunity. No, this kind of thing happened even less than that, which made this a completely unique opportunity, the kind that I would probably never get again.

With that in mind, I slowly stood up, fully aware that not only was my center of gravity different, but that I was also wearing high heels too. Because of that, my whole sense of balance was off and I was a little wobbly in my feet. I didn’t let that bother me though and just took it as another part of the whole experience.

I slowly walked around the house, moving carefully as I got used to the new balance and the heels. It was a little awkward, but not as hard as I’d feared. After all, if Olivia could walk in heels all the time, then I could manage too. I was using the same body after all.

Before long, I ended up in Olivia’s bedroom, the last room in the house that I’d gone in to, other than her en-suite bathroom. I looked around the room, feeling both curious and guilty at the same time. Looking around her bedroom while she wasn’t home was an invasion of privacy, though I had to remind myself that it was much less of one than being in her body.

“Besides,” I reminded myself with a chuckle. “I have to sleep in here tonight.”

Olivia’s bedroom was about three times the size of mine, which made sense since hers was a master bedroom with a walk-in closet and en-suite bathroom. I was immediately jealous, and not just because of the size. Her bedroom was nice, with real furniture instead of the cheap Ikea stuff in mine that had been assembled like a puzzle.

Off to the side, there was a full-length mirror, one that was on a stand rather than attached directly to the wall. The frame was ornate and the whole thing looked like some kind of antique. I assumed that it probably was because Olivia liked antiques.

I slowly moved to the mirror, then stopped and silently stared at my reflection. At Olivia’s reflection since she was the one who stared back at me. And Olivia was beautiful. At the moment, I was beautiful.

“Weird,” I said again, smiling as I did so.

I made a few faces at myself, then expanded that into posing in different positions. It was so strange to see Olivia mimicking my movements in the mirror…and kind of exciting too.

“I’m Olivia,” I said.

That was…off. I stared at my reflection for a few more seconds, then I straightened up and adjusted both my expression and body language until they looked right.

“I’m Olivia Peyton,” I said as though I was introducing myself to someone. That looked and sounded much better. I smiled at that, then repeated it again, “Hello. I’m Olivia Peyton.” This was going to be a lot of fun.

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Olivia slowly wandered through the house, peeking into each and every room. She’d been inside this house a few times before, but never further than the living room.

When she came to the master bedroom, she mused, “This must be Chris’ bedroom.” Then she shook her head and corrected herself. This had to be the bedroom of Sarah and Gino, Chris’ parents. “My parents now,” she said with a chuckle.

Olivia looked down at herself, still marveling over the fact that she didn’t look anything like her normal self. She was currently a boy, a young man, and her entire body felt strange because of it.

She paused where she was and ran a hand down her flat chest, then she reached between her legs and gave a gentle squeeze. She could feel her new equipment, her penis and testicles. They felt kind of strange and she was curious to take a closer look.

“Well, I do have to go to the bathroom,” she mused in realization. Her bladder was starting to get full.

With that in mind, Olivia went to the bathroom and cautiously pulled down her pants and underwear, revealing her borrowed equipment. She just stared at it, feeling a bit awkward. Sure, she’d seen and touched that kind of thing before, but to actually have a penis of her own. It was unreal.

Olivia stood in front of the toilet then aimed and peed, missing at first and then correcting herself. The whole experience was somewhat novel, even while feeling oh so familiar. Once she was finished, she pulled her pants back up and then went to look in the bathroom mirror.

Chris Harris stared back at her, the same boy that she’d known for several years, ever since she’d moved in next to his family. This was the same boy who mowed her lawn and did odd jobs around her house for a little spare cash.

“Very strange,” Olivia commented as she made a few faces at herself. Then she posed a little before turning away from the mirror. “I’m starting to get hungry.”

She frowned, realizing that it was around time for dinner. If she’d stayed home, she and Chris could have eaten together and continued talking about their shared experiences. However, she’d been in such a hurry to get some privacy to check out her new body that she hadn’t even considered that.

“Too late now,” she muttered.

Olivia went back to the kitchen, this time looking for something to eat. When she’d passed through earlier, it had only been to give the space a curious look. Now, she had a purpose.

It didn’t take long to find that the cupboards were rather thin on ingredients. Sure, there were various cans and boxes of food, but nothing fresh. She also found some leftover pizza and takeout in the fridge.

“Why not?” Olivia asked as she grabbed the pizza. She smirked, “I don’t need to worry about calories now.”

A short time later, she sat down in the living room with reheated pizza and a can of soda. She wasn’t particularly fond of cola, but that was what was available. And besides, it would fit perfectly with the rest of her dinner.

The meal was greasy junk food with little nutritional value, but Olivia didn’t really care. Eating like a guy was part of the experience, and she was determined to enjoy it as much as possible before she went back to her own body.

“I can’t believe that spell really worked,” she said with a laugh. “I always knew that someday I’d find a real treasure in one of those antique shops.”

Olivia enjoyed her dinner experience, or at least, being able to eat like that without feeling guilty. And once she was done, she even cleaned up the potato chips she found on the floor.

“What to do now?” she mused.

Her eyes went to the TV, but then she shook her head. This was such a rare opportunity that it would be a complete shame to waste it watching TV. With that in mind, she made her way to the back bedrooms, this time specifically looking for Chris’. It didn’t take long to find his room since it was the smaller bedroom, and the one that was a bit messy.

“It looks like a teenage boy lives here,” Olivia commented wryly, her eyes looking at the clothes that had been left scattered over the floor. “One without parents to clean up after him.” She rolled her eyes at that since Chris was more than old enough to clean up after himself, and she knew from the work he did for her, that he was perfectly capable of doing so as well.

Olivia began looking through Chris’ bedroom, more out of curiosity than for any other reason. She felt a vague guilt at invading his privacy, but quickly pushed it aside. The idea of privacy between the two of them seemed rather silly considering their current situation, and she had little doubt that he was also snooping through her things.

“Maybe I should have established some ground rules before leaving,” Olivia mused. “Too late now.”

Then, once she was done looking around the room, she wondered what Chris did for fun. She knew that he liked video games, and Sarah had told her that he’d played baseball and soccer while growing up.

“So, video games it is,” Olivia said as she sat down in front of Chris’ computer. “Now, what kind of games does he have and where can I find them?”

It only took Olivia a few seconds to find what she thought were the games, which was the obvious assumption since there was a folder on the desktop that was imply labeled ‘GAMES’. However, when she opened the folder, she found that it was full of pictures, not games. She’d just found Chris’ porn collection.

“Oh,” Olivia gasped in realization at what she’d stumbled onto. She blushed, suddenly wondering if she’d invaded Chris’ privacy just a little too much.

Olivia was about to close the folder and pretend that she’d never found it, but hesitated instead. Out of curiosity, she began to look at a few of the pictures, just to see what Chris was interested in. What she found didn’t surprise her much because a lot of the pictures were labeled MILF.

“So, this is what you’re into,” Olivia mused with a blush and a faint smirk.

Women. Mature women, most of whom seemed to be between fifteen to twenty years older than Chris, about twice his age. About the same age as Olivia herself. And not all of the pictures were of naked women, or even scantily dressed ones. Some of them were of fully dressed. And a lot of the pictures, especially the ones who were fully dressed, weren’t just sexy. Those women looked elegant. Sophisticated. Confident.

Olivia blushed and felt her heart racing a bit. She’d seen the way that Chris looked at her, and had known that he had a bit of a crush. In fact, she’d subtly encouraged it by bending over when she knew he could see her ass, or letting him glimpse a little more cleavage than what might be proper. After all, she’d had a few fantasies of her own about being the sexy milf that younger men fantasized about.

Just then, Olivia abruptly realized that she was hard. Her eyes widened at that, and at strange sensation in her pants that screamed for attention. She cautiously touched her hard-on from the outside of her pants, then slipped her hand down the front.

Olvia gently squeezed her new penis. It felt weird. It felt good. She squeezed again, just a little harder, then she quickly pulled down her pants for better access.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she muttered to herself, even as she began to stroke it.

This wasn’t the first time that Olivia had stroked a cock since she once had a boyfriend who loved getting hand-jobs, though she’d never imagined that she’d be doing the same to one of her own. The thing just stuck out there, demanding attention. Demanding to be used.

She began breathing harder, imagining what it would be like to actually USE that thing. At first, she imagined an athletic man, the kind that she’d always been interested in. However, that wasn’t what IT wanted. And at that moment, that wasn’t what she wanted either. Instead, she found herself imagining a woman, just like the ones in those pictures. Just like herself. Somewhere in there, she actually began to imagine herself, getting even more excited as she did so.

Then Olivia came with an orgasm that was far more focused than what she was used to. Warm goo shot out of her cock, splattering all over the floor in thick globs. The pleasure and relief were sudden and over quickly, again different from what she was used to.

Olivia leaned back in the chair, feeling a bit stunned by what she’d just done. By how it had all felt. And even more, she was shaken by the fact that she’d just gotten off by fantasizing about having sex with her own body.

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I leaned back in the chair, an empty dinner plate in front of me and a nearly empty glass of wine in my hand. I took a sip of the wine as I considered dinner.

“Delicious,” I mused.

I’d eaten a late dinner, having been too distracted to even think about it until I got hungry. Once I did, I searched Olivia’s kitchen for something to eat, and fortunately, I found it without any trouble. Her fridge was full of prepared meals, many of which only needed to be heated up in the oven or in a skillet. These weren’t anything like the boxed or canned meals that I often fixed for myself. These looked like meals that Olivia had actually made herself.

There had also been an open bottle of wine in the fridge, and I’d helped myself to a glass. Normally, I wasn’t all that interested in wine, but I’d spent a couple hours playing the part of Olivia, and a glass of wine with dinner had seemed appropriate.

I took another sip of the wine, smiling as I did so. At that moment, I felt like I really was the sexy and confident adult woman I appeared. That thought excited me. Nearly everything about this situation excited me. At least, it had once I’d gotten over my initial hesitation and fear.

Once I finished with the wine, I took the dishes to the sink. Normally, I’d just leave them in the sink for Mom to clean, or wait until things piled up a little too much and then do them myself. However, since I was playing at being Olivia, I actually rinsed the dishes off and put them in the dishwasher. Then, I poured myself a second glass of wine.

I made my way back to Olivia’s bedroom, stopping in front of the mirror and posing with the glass of wine in hand. I looked exactly the way I’d imagined, like a sexy and elegant woman. Like Olivia. I took a slow sip of the wine, still watching my reflection as I did so. My heart raced a little as I did so.

I’d never really been attracted to girls my own age. They were too…immature. Instead, I’d always been attracted women who were a little more developed, physically and emotionally. I was attracted to milfs, to women who were sexy and elegant, who were confident and in control. And now, I was in the body of such a woman. I’d never been more turned on in my life.

My attention remained on the reflection, even as I worked to keep the right posture and expression. I looked just like Olivia. Beautiful. Elegant. Sexy Confident. The last part of that was just an act that didn’t fully translate, but it was close enough.

It was so strange to see Olivia staring back from the mirror. So exciting. Her face. Her body. Her clothes. Her makeup and jewelry, all provided by the same magic spell that gave me everything else. And at the moment, it was all mine.

Until now, I’ve avoided checking my body out too closely. Part of that was respect for Olivia’s privacy, and though I didn’t want to admit it even to myself, part if it was also the fact that I was enjoying the anticipation. It was like staring at a present beneath the Christmas tree, imagining what it could possibly be while waiting for the chance to actually open it and find out.

“Okay,” I said, taking another sip of wine before setting the glass down. “I’ve waited long enough.”

I stepped away from the mirror and cupped my breasts, savoring the strange sensation. Then I slowly began to undress, feeling almost like I really was unwrapping a Christmas present. Piece by piece, my clothes fell to the floor, revealing the body that had been hidden beneath.

Olivia had an amazing body, one with long legs and an hourglass figure that actually showed a hint of abs on her flat stomach. I ran my hands over those very curves, over my stomach. My skin was so soft and smooth…and sensitive.

While I was examining myself in front of the mirror, I noticed some details that surprised me. Olivia had a couple tattoos, ones that I’d never seen before. One was a single rose on my upper arm and the other was a black cat on the back of my shoulder on the same side, about three inches across.

In spite of my slow examination, I was already wet as hell and had been for awhile. My nipples poked out like a pair of tiny erections and my whole body was flushed with desire. It hadn’t been easy to keep my hands off myself as long as I had.

I began playing with my breasts, with my nipples. The sensation sent a surge straight to my groin, making me gasp in surprise. I staggered back and got onto the bed, then I began to play with myself with abandon. I rubbed at my wet slit, gasping at the sensation, then I slowly let a finger slip inside. It was wet and slimy. And it felt SO good.

“Oh God,” I gasped, hardly able to believe what I was feeling.

While I continued fingering myself, getting more aggressive as I want, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have an actuall cock inside me. There was curiosity there, but also a strange hunger. I began fantasizing about that, about being fucked with a real cock. About being fucked by a big girthy cock that could really fill me up.

Pleasure built until an orgasm exploded through my body, making me shake from the raw power of it. I gasped in a dazed haze, trying to process what I was feeling. This wasn’t anything like when I normally jacked myself off. Not at all. I wanted more. A lot more. And then I realized that my body wasn’t done yet. I could continue…so I did.

Some time later, I was sprawled out on the bed, being physically and emotionally shaken by what I’d felt and experienced. I slowly drifted off to sleep, savoring the warm glow of satisfaction which remained. Then, before I faded completely, I was vaguely aware of a strange pressure building around me. One much like what I’d felt when Olivia had cast that spell.

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I sat up on the edge of the bed, feeling just a little confused, and not by the fact that morning had come too early, but because that didn’t bother me nearly as much as it should have. I’d never been a morning person, preferring to stay in bed as long as I could, but now, not only was I up early, but I had no real desire to go back to bed.

“Sleeping in too late is just wasting the day,” I mused, not quite sure where that thought had come from, though it felt right.

There was also a brief thought that this was the perfect time to go out running, while there was still a nice chill to the air and before the day got too busy. I quickly pushed that thought away, wondering where it had come from. I didn’t go running…ever. Then again, I quickly reminded myself, I didn’t masturbate while thinking about being stuffed with a big cock either.

Last night had been strange. Amazing but very VERY strange. And the strangest part was the fact that I didn’t feel the least bit guilty or disgusted over what I’d been fantasizing about. I thought that I SHOULD feel that way, but I didn’t, and that was what disturbed me the most about it.

I slowly stood up and stretched, then ran my hands over my body, pausing with one hand on my breasts. I smiled faintly, savoring the memory of just how good last night had felt and wondering if I’d have time to do that again before Olivia came home to switch back.

But first, I really needed use the bathroom. My bladder felt like it was about to burst. And I also needed to clean up too since vagina juices had dried on my skin and makeup was probably smeared all over my face.

A short time later, I stood in the shower with hot water running down my body. It felt good so I took my time washing up, not being in any hurry to get out of there. But then, I noticed that something was different. Something that shouldn’t be.

My tattoo. Last night, there had been a tattoo on my upper arm of a single rose, one which had been very well done. But now, that tattoo had changed. There were now three roses, done in the exact same style, with thorny stems which entwined and wrapped all the way around my arm. Tattoos don’t just change overnight. Then again, people aren’t supposed to switch bodies either.

Once I noticed the tattoo, I realized that a few other things felt different as well, though they weren’t quite as obvious. Still, I paid closer attention, and by the time I climbed out of the shower, I had an idea of what else had changed, even if I didn’t understand how.

As soon as I was done in the shower, I dried off and then went to examine myself in the mirror. I saw what I was expecting, the same beautiful woman that I’d seen last night, only just a little different. Just a little…better?

My breasts seemed to be just a little larger and firmer, looking as though they might have grown two cup sizes overnight. And my stomach, which had been flat and firm with a nice hint of abs…now had clearly defined abs. My overall muscle tone had improved, even though my curves seemed to hide some of that. I now looked noticeably more athletic.

I was sure that there were other changes too, other differences from last night, but they were subtle enough that I couldn’t quite pick them out. Then, I remembered the other tattoo, the one on my back shoulder. I changed position so that I could see that in the mirror.

“That one too,” I said aloud.

The small black housecat which had only been a couple inches across, was now a fierce looking black panther the size of the whole shoulder blade. It was well done and looked like it would probably have been expensive. And as with the other tattoo, it was a very obvious change, one which helped convince me that the more subtle changes weren’t just my imagination.

“Why is this happening?” I asked, more curious than worried.

When no answers came to mind, other than the obvious ‘magic’, I decided not to worry about it at the moment. Instead, I focused on drying my hair off and then putting on a nice robe which I found in the closet, and which fit me perfectly.

I strolled across the house and into the kitchen with a sexy sway to my step that I didn’t even think about. Then, I began preparing breakfast on automatic, going through steps that felt like I did them every morning. Get the coffee started, even though I don’t drink coffee. Pull a couple hardboiled eggs out of the fridge along with a cup of yogurt and some fruit that had been sliced up ahead of time.

The coffee was hot, mixed with a hazelnut cream that made the whole thing taste delicious. I slowly sipped at that while I ate breakfast, considering my current situation and the fact that I will be changing back to normal in just a few short hours. That thought felt…annoying.

I took my time with breakfast, and once I was done, I cleaned up after myself and returned to the bedroom. Now that I was cleaned and fed, it was time to get dressed and armored so that I’d be ready to face the rest of the day.

In spite of the fact that my intention was to get dressed, as soon as I stepped into the bedroom, the first thing I did was to clean up the clothes that I’d left on the floor last night. What had I been thinking? I really should have cleaned those up sooner. And then, there was the bed. I needed to make that too. Only then did I turn my attention to actually getting dressed.

It didn’t take me long to find an outfit, one that was similar to what I’d seen Olivia wearing on numerous occasions. A nice blouse. A pair of slacks. Something that would show off my curves and a bit of cleavage yet still look mature and somewhat professional.

Next came makeup since an outfit like this requires at least some. The fact that I’d never used makeup before barely even occurred to me as I went to work, carefully applying foundation, eyeshadow and lipstick with the skill of someone who’d been practicing for twenty years. This simply felt like something that I did on a daily basis and had been doing for many years. The fact that I hadn’t didn’t really sink in until I was finished, with perfect results.

“Interesting,” I commented as I considered how strange this was…and how normal it felt. I frowned thoughtfully and looked myself over in the mirror. “I need more jewelry.”

I was already wearing a pair of earrings, and quickly added a bracelet, necklace, and a nice ring that I’d found in my jewelry box. These were just the touches I needed to complete the look.

Now, the only thing left were the shoes. Since I was just at home, I could probably get away with wearing something comfortable, but that just wouldn’t fit with the rest of the outfit. Besides, a nice pair of heels would really make my legs and ass stand out, and I wanted to look my best when Olivia came home.

When I was done, I slowly stood up, adjusted my clothes, checked my reflection in the mirror one more time and then left the bedroom. I walked across the house with a sexy sway that came naturally, walking in the heels with a long-practiced ease.

I felt strangely confident, more natural and real than I had yesterday. Being Olivia was starting to feel less like an act or a game of pretend, and more like who I actually was. That was a little frightening and I wondered if she felt the same way.

In the living room, I found the magic spell, still on the coffee table where it had been left. I stared down at it, knowing that it wouldn’t be much longer before Olivia and I used it again, before switched back to our own bodies. However, I wasn’t ready to go back just yet, which was why I probably should. I had the very distinct feeling that the longer I was like this, the harder it would be to go back to normal.

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Olivia stared at the clock, surprised by how late it was and by the fact that she wanted to roll over and go back to sleep. She hadn’t slept in this late in… Well, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept in this badly. And in spite of that, she still wanted to sleep for a bit longer.

The only reason that Olivia didn’t go back to sleep, beyond the embarrassment of still being in bed, was the fact that she had a raging hard on. She’d seen morning wood before, but to actually experience it herself was a bit different. It was thrilling and…hungry for attention.

She grabbed hold of her dick and began to play with it, then reluctantly climbed out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. Last time had been a little messy and Olivia didn’t want to repeat that in Chris’ bed.

As soon as Olivia was in front of the toilet, she began jacking off, fantasizing about sexy women, big breasts, milfs, and most awkwardly…herself. She didn’t even know why she found her own body such a turn on, but she did. No, she did know. She was a totally hot and sexy milf, well worth fantasizing about. Even thinking about her own body, her own tits, was enough to make her harder, if that was even possible.

Olivia came a short time later, spurting out all over the toilet. She gasped at the sensation and the feeling of relief that came with it. However, her boner didn’t go down right away, so she stood there, still holding it in her hand.

Oddly enough, her dick seemed to be larger than it had been the night before. It seemed thicker and even longer…by a couple inches. She’d always been a bit of a size queen so she definitely appreciated that, even if she was on the other end of the equation.

A minute later, Olivia returned to the bedroom and looked around, having the feeling that something had changed overnight, but not being sure what. At least, she wasn’t sure of anything beyond the fact that her dick was bigger. But as she looked around the room, she suddenly noticed something.

“The trophies,” Olivia blurted out, staring at a bookshelf which contained a few books and random items.

Last night, there had been a few trophies on that shelf, ones for soccer and baseball. She’d only noticed that in passing and hadn’t given it much thought, but now, there was absolutely no sign of those trophies. They were gone, almost as though they’d never been there.

“What the…?” Olivia started.

For half a minute, Olivia stood there in the middle of the bedroom, trying to figure out what else had changed. She knew that other things had, but she was drawing a blank as to exactly what they were. Then she shrugged, deciding that it didn’t really matter.

“Everything will go back to normal once we use the spell again,” she decided.

Then with a chuckle, Olvia remembered that she still had a little more time to enjoy the experience of being someone else. It would be a shame to waste it by worrying about nothing.

Olivia quickly found some clothes to wear, jeans and a T-shirt similar to what Chris had been wearing the day before. As she remembered those clothes, she glanced to where they lay on the floor, right where she’d left them before bed. For a moment, she thought that she should probably pick them up and put them in the hamper, but then she decided against it. After all, that would be out of character for Chris, and at the moment, that was who she was.

“No responsibilities,” Olivia announced, taking one look at the unmade bed and then turning and walking away.

A couple minutes later, Olivia went to the kitchen and began looking for breakfast, though one look in the fridge reminded her of the lack of options. She wasn’t bothered by that though since there was still a little more leftover pizza, and that would work just fine. Then she saw a can of Mountain Dew in the fridge and grabbed it without thinking.

Olivia turned on the TV then sprawled out on the couch, eating pizza and washing it down with the Mountain Dew. Once she was done eating, she leaned back and put her feet on the coffee table, something that she would normally never do, but now did without even thinking about it. Her hand absently scratched her balls and then adjusted things into a slightly more comfortable position.

She let out a sigh as she relaxed, deciding that she could get used to this. No pressure. No responsibility. No needing to dress up and look good for other people. A few more days of this would make for a great vacation. But unfortunately, Olivia knew that her little vacation would soon be over.

After awhile, she slowly stood up, stretched, then started to make her way next door, back to her own house. When she went to the door, she found that it was locked, so she chuckled to herself and rang the doorbell.

Olivia didn’t have to wait long before the door opened and her own body stepped out. She froze, looking up in surprise and confusion about why Chris looked so tall. Then her eyes locked onto his chest and she blushed, feeling her heart racing and her cock hardening.

“Um,” Olivia squeaked out self-consciously, unable to believe that she was actually crushing on her own body. “Hi.”

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I stared at the young man outside the door with a sense of surprise and amusement. He looked young to my eyes and a little on the short side. It was hard to believe that this was actually my own body.

Olivia looked self-conscious and uncomfortable, and she was blushing brightly as she stared straight at my chest with an expression of intense fascination. There was even a rather obvious bulge in the font of her pants, which confirmed that she was definitely attracted to me. Was I usually that obvious? I sure hoped not.

“Hi,” Olivia greeted me awkwardly.

“Hello,” I responded with an amused some before stepping back. “Come on in.” As she came into the house, I asked, “Would you like a cup of tea?”

Olivia relaxed a little at that, then nodded. “Sure.”

As Olivia walked past me, I noticed something that immediately caught my attention. I’d already noticed it a bit, but now that we were side by side, it became too blatant to overlook. She looked…short. Olivia and I were the same height, and the only reason I should be taller than her was because of my heels. However, our height difference was more than just a couple inches.

“Stop,” I ordered. “Take off your shoes.”

“What?” Olivia asked, staring up at me with a look of realization as she noticed the same thing.

“Take off your shoes,” I repeated, even as I began doing the same.

As soon as we were both without shoes, I stepped up beside Olivia and our height difference remained. She was about six inches shorter than I was.

“It looks like we found one more thing that’s changed,” I mused aloud as I looked Olivia over.

I knew that I was now bustier and more athletic than she normal was, and then there were the tattoos as well. That spell had changed both of us in ways that we hadn’t expected, and I was just starting to see the changes in my old body. Not only did Olivia look short, she also looked thinner. Less athletic.

It didn’t take long to find a tape measure, then I made Olivia stand up against a wall while I measured her height. She was now five-foot-seven. When we measured me, I showed as being six-foot-one.

“Three inches,” Olivia said. “I shrank three inches and didn’t even notice.”

“And I grew three inches,” I responded with a nod of agreement.

“I knew that…something had grown,” Olivia muttered, more to herself than to me. “But I didn’t know that I was shorter.”

I stared at her, my eyes going to the bulge in her pants that was a bit larger than what I would have expected from my body. “Something?” I asked with a faint smile and a sudden curiosity.

“Um,” Olivia responded, staring at me with the same look of obvious attraction that she’d had when I’d first opened the door. The bulge seemed to get just a little larger, much to my growing interest. “It’s…nothing.”

“Have a seat,” I told Olivia with a smile. “I’ll get the tea.”

A short time later, we were both sitting in the living room, in what would have looked like the same scene as yesterday. However, this time, I was sitting in Olivia’s seat and she was sitting where I’d been. Both of us had cups of tea in hand, though I noticed her look of distaste after each sip. I took a sip from my cup, deciding that I actually liked the flavor, something that I never would have thought would be possible. It was pleasant and relaxing.

“So,” I asked Olivia in a pleasant tone. “Was being me as interesting as you expected?”

“It is interesting,” she agreed with a nod and a blush. “And different.” She blushed brighter, trying hard not to stare at my chest.

I took another sip of tea, mostly to hide my smile. “I see. This was definitely different than what I’d expected.”

Olivia nodded at that, then let out a sigh. “I never even got to go out in public like this…or meet with anyone else. I’m sure that would have been a different experience too.”

I considered that for a moment, wondering what it would be like to have other people see me as a grown woman, without them knowing who I really was. How would they react to me? How would they treat me? I was definitely curious and almost suggested that we stay like this for one more day, just so that I could experience that.

“We should probably change back,” I said with a little more reluctance than I wanted to admit. “Who knows what other side effects might show up if we stay any longer.”

“Good point,” Olivia agreed as she picked up the sheet of paper with the spell.

Olivia began reading the spell aloud, the same strange words that she’d spoken yesterday. She was about halfway done with the spell when I realized that it wasn’t working. Yesterday, I’d been able to feel the strange pressure building in the air, but this time, I didn’t feel anything like that. And when she finished saying the last word, absolutely nothing happened.

“That’s…surprising,” I said, feeling both concerned and relieved at the same time. “It worked fine yesterday, so I expected it to work again today.”

“Why didn’t it?” Olivia demanded.

I took a sip of my tea as I considered that question. I’d read through the spell this morning, mostly focusing on the part at the top that described it as a body switching spell. There hadn’t been anything in the description about it needing specific conditions to be reversed.

“Perhaps I should try it,” I suggested, taking the spell from Olivia and reading the words aloud, to the same lack of effect.

We were still sitting there when the doorbell rang. Olivia looked to the door. “I wasn’t expecting anyone.”

I opened the door and found a woman standing there. She was older, around sixty or so, with formerly brown hair that had half turned grey.

“So, you messed around with magic,” the woman said as she pushed past me and came inside. Then she saw Olivia sitting in the living room and stopped. She stared at Olivia for a moment, then at me. “And body switching no less.”

“WHAT?” Olivia blurted out. “How did you…?”

“What were you thinking, Olivia?” the woman demanded, staring right at Olivia as though completely unbothered by her being in the wrong body. Then she let out a sigh. “Well, I suppose you probably didn’t know…”

“Who are you?” I asked, giving this newcomer a suspicious look.

“This is Andrea Corman,” Olivia told me. “She’s a family friend, and my neighbor when I was growing up.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Andrea said.

“I’m Chris,” I told her with a wry smile before looking down at myself and adding, “Or, I was.”

“Yes,” Andrea responded with a nod. “Body switching can be complicated.”

“Complicated is right,” Olivia muttered.

I nodded at that, then asked Andrea, “Would you like a cup of tea?”

“Oh yes,” she answered with a friendly smile. “And thank you.”

I went to the kitchen to fix two more cups of tea, one for Andrea and one for myself. When I returned to the living room, I found Andrea and Olivia were both sitting, looking just a little awkward.

Once I gave Andrea her tea and sat down, I asked, “How did you know about our…exchange?”

“I felt a disturbance in the force,” Andrea answered with a faint smile.
She took a sip from her tea then nodded approvingly. “I am a witness, which just means I am sensitive to magic and can see some of what it does around me…and to those I know.” She shook her head and added, “I have seen many strange things during my life, and I’ve heard of even more.”

“So, you’re like…a witch?” Olivia sked her curiously.

Andrea snorted. “Oh no, I have never touched a single spell in my life. I know better than to mess with magic. It’s too dangerous and unpredictable.”

“Unpredictable,” I repeated with a faint smile. “That’s one way to describe it. The spell we used seems to have had…side effects.”

“Side effects,” Andrea repeated with a snort. “Of course it did. Magic ALWAYS has side effects.”

“What do you mean?” Olivia asked, leaning forward.

Andrea considered this for a moment before saying, “Think of reality as a pond, and the only part that that you see is the mostly calm surface. Whenever someone uses magic, that is like throwing a rock into the pond. There is a big splash from the magic, then there are waves and ripples that continue well after the splash is done. Those ripples are the side effects that you mentioned, uncontrolled changes to reality.”

“That…does sound dangerous,” I admitted.

“Yes,” Andrea agreed. “And it is even more dangerous than you realize.” Then she looked back and forth between us. “And body switching… That complicates things even more than usual.”

I leaned back and took a sip of my tea, resisting the temptation to ask what she meant. Andrea had a thoughtful look on her face, so she would probably explain once she figured out how she wanted to do that.

“When two people switch bodies,” Andrea began to explain, “they become entwined. Their bodies…souls….lives…become magically entangled with each other. And every ripple risks entangling them even further.”

“And what exactly does this entangling do?” I asked in an even tone.

“It varies from pair to pair,” Andrea told us with a sigh. “But they often exchange more than just physical bodies. Knowledge. Skills. Personality traits.” She shook her head and added, “And of course, it gets more complicated when each and every ripple risks causing further changes as well.”

“I know of a married couple who exchanged bodies,” Andrea continued. “The former wife became more manly…more macho and aggressive than the husband had ever been while he became softer and more feminine than she had been.” Then she paused before chuckling to herself and adding, “And one of their ripples caused a mother and daughter nearby to exchange places for a single day.”

“So, we aren’t the only ones who’ve done this,” Olivia mused, her eyes going to the spell.

“Of course not,” Andrea told her. “I also know of a teacher and student who exchanged bodies, but nothing else. They continued on with their own lives and identities, with no one questioning why they now looked like each other. As I said, each pairing works differently.”

“And how do we switch back?” I asked carefully. “How do we…untangle?”

“We tried the spell again,” Olivia told her. “But it didn’t change us back.”

Andrea picked up the spell, looked it over, then casually dropped it back to the coffee table with a dismissive gesture. “I’ve heard of this before,” she said with a sigh. “There is nothing inherently magical about either the paper or the words written on them. Instead, this is…a used gift card.”

“A gift card?” Olivia asked in surprise.

“A used one,” Andrea agreed. “As I said, I’ve heard of these before. The words are like a password…or a serial number to claim a one-time use magic. Once it has been claimed, that password becomes useless. The paper becomes useless.”

“A used gift card,” I said, now understanding what she meant. “So, this paper is nothing more than a souvenir now.”

Andrea responded with a look of sympathy and a nod. “I’m afraid so.”

“If you’ve heard of these before,” Olivia pointed out, gesturing to the spell, “then that means there are more of them out there. We just need to find another one.”

Andrea immediately fixed her with a flat look and a shake of her head. “That wouldn’t work, even if you were able to somehow find another body switching spell. A splash once made, cannot be unsplashed. All you can do is create another splash…with more ripples and uncontrolled changes. And even worse, using magic again would be extremely dangerous. There are things that live beneath the surface of that pond, very dangerous things, and every time you make a splash, you risk drawing their attention.”

“So, there is no way to undo this?” I asked, more curious and relieved than concerned.

“None that I know of,” Andrea answered with a shake of her head. “Your entanglement makes it even more unlikely.” Then she looked me over and added, “And besides, this is the second time that Olivia has been changed by magic, and that will probably complicate things even more.”

“The second time?” Olivia blurted out in surprise. “This…” She gestured down at herself, “is the first and only time I’ve ever seen real magic.”

Andrea looked at me again and chuckled before turning her attention back to Olivia. “Do you remember that growth spurt you had back in high school?”

Olivia gave her a confused look but nodded. “Yes?”

“You grew three inches overnight,” Andrea told her with some amusement, “and you developed a bit…”

“What?” Olivia asked. “I think I would have noticed if…”

“You wouldn’t have,” Andrea quickly corrected her. “Nor did you. Most people remain completely oblivious to magic and what it changes around them. The only people who usually notice are witnesses such as myself, and those who have been caught in a splash.”

“But…how?” Olivia asked in confusion.

“A ripple?” I asked.

Andrea nodded at that, taking a sip of her tea before answering. “One of your classmates used magic to improve herself, and you got caught in the ripple. She made herself taller, more athletic, more attractive, and more confident, and you were fortunate enough to receive a lesser version of the effects. You’ve benefitted from that ripple for much of your life, and it seems that your current changes may be…reawakening the previous ones.” Her attention was on me.

“That would explain a few things,” I said as I looked down at myself. Taller, more athletic, more attractive, and more confident. That definitely seemed to describe how I’d changed overnight.

“And you two are entangled,” Andrea added, looking at Olivia again. “What effects one of you effects the other, though not necessarily in the same way.”

I looked at Olivia again and nodded. She was shorter, less athletic, and more unsure of herself. It was like she was being changed the opposite way that I was. However, I couldn’t help but look at her crotch, remembering the bulge I’d seen there before. Maybe not exactly the opposite.

“What can we expect now?” I asked. “Will there be more of those ripples?”

“I really don’t know,” Andrea admitted with a shake of her head. “It’s different every time. If there are more ripples, they might cause you to keep changing the way you already have, or they might do something else entirely, and not necessarily to either of you. With magic, you can never quite tell.”

“Thank you,” I told her sincerely. “I appreciate you telling us this.”

“Yeah,” Olivia agreed with a sigh. “It’s…a lot to take in through.”

“Definitely,” I agreed, leaning back and sipping at my tea. “It seems that the world doesn’t work quite the way I always thought. It’s something like learning that the law of gravity is really more of a suggestion.”

Andrea laughed at that. “I know exactly what you mean. Learning that magic is real is usually a bit difficult to take in. Some people don’t handle it well.”

Olivia nodded at that. “I’d imagine not.”

Then Andrea looked back and forth between me and Olivia, shaking her head and looking sad. “I really wish you hadn’t played around with body switching magic. Or any magic, to be honest. This is going to change you both for the rest of your lives. But I suppose, what’s done is done.”

Olivia and I shared awkward look after that statement, though neither of us said anything. I didn’t know what I could say to that kind of pronouncement, especially since I didn’t want Olivia to see my sense of relief.

After this, we continued talking for a bit longer, though the conversation drifted away from us and towards other changes that Andrea had seen during her life. Some of the stories were really interesting…or terrifying, and Andrea seemed happy just to have people she could actually share them with, without them thinking that she was crazy.

Eventually, Andrea stood up and excused her. “I have to get home soon,” Andrea told us apologetically. “I’m watching my granddaughter tonight, and I have to be there when they drop her off.”

“Thank you for coming,” I told her. “We appreciate the explanation…and the warnings.”

Olivia nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

Andrea looked back and forth between us, her expression still a little sad. “Well, when I saw the ripples connected to you…I just had to look into it.” She shook her head, then put on a slightly forced smile. “Now that you’re aware of magic, I hope we can talk about it again sometime.”

“That would be nice,” I agreed.

“And interesting,” Olivia added.

Andrea paused at the door, then said, “I will talk to you later, Olivia.” She looked straight at me as she said that. Then she looked at Oliva and added, “And Chris. I want to follow up with both of you.”

And with those parting words, she left, her final message clear to both of us. Olivia and I were unlikely to ever switch back, so we’d have to get used to being each other.

“Well, that was…interesting,” Olivia said a little awkwardly once Andrea was gone.

“Very,” I agreed, giving her a wry look. Then, realizing the time, I asked, “So, are you hungry. It’s about time for dinner.”

Before Olivia could even answer, I turned and went into the kitchen, leaving her little choice but to follow. I wasn’t sure what dinner would be since my usual routine was to just order something delivered, but the fridge had a couple of mostly prepared meals and it would be a shame to waste it.

Our dinner preparations were mostly silent, as was the meal itself. Both Olivia and I had a lot to think about, and neither of us was ready to do much talking until we’d had a chance to fully absorb what Andrea had told us.

By the time we were nearly finished eating, I noticed that Olivia had gone back to sneaking looks at me. Very appreciative looks. Whenever I looked back, she blushed and looked away, pretending that she hadn’t been staring.

I leaned back in my chair and took a sip of wine to help hide my amused smile. Sure, I had a crush on Olivia and had done my share of fantasizing about this very body, but I’d never been that obvious about it. At least, I was confident that I’d been more subtle about it.

As strange as it was, I enjoyed being on this side of the crush. I liked the attention, the looks of appreciation, and the sense of power that came with that interest. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that I could drive Olivia crazy just by bending over at the right moment, giving her a good look at my ass or cleavage. In fact, the thought of doing that, of getting her completely wrapped around my manicured finger, was starting to turn me on.

When we finished eating, Olivia got up and started to walk away from the table, leaving her plate and silverware behind.

“Ahem” I said to get her attention, then raised an eyebrow and gestured to the plate. “Dishwasher.”

“Oh,” Olivia responded with a chagrinned look. “Of course.” She quickly grabbed the dishes and took them to the sink to rinse off, looking embarrassed as she did so.

I shook my head and let out a sigh before bringing my own dishes to the sink to rinse off, right beside Olivia. As I did so, I couldn’t help but noticing how short Olivia was compared to me now. Especially not when we were standing right next to each other. It was amusing, and even kind of adorable.

Just then, a thought suddenly occurred to me. With Olivia being on the shorter side now, she might need someone to protect her. To look after her. To help guide her.

I blinked at the realization of what I was thinking since this was kind of silly. Olivia was five-foot-seven now, a little short for a guy, but hardly a dwarf. And even if she had been, that wouldn’t make her a child who needed someone to look after her. But even though I recognized how ridiculous this was, that thought wouldn’t quite go away.

With that in mind, I took a step back and examined Olivia more closely. She looked like me…the old me…but just a little different. She was shorter, slighter, and the way she carried herself was still a bit uncertain. The uncertainty wasn’t too surprising considering what we’d learned, but something about that really pulled at me, at the part that thought I should take care of her…and at the part that was excited about it.

Olivia was staring back at me, probably thinking about how I looked like the old her…but different. And of course, the bulge in her pants strongly suggested that she was probably thinking about something much more intimate as well. The fact that she was staring straight at my breasts, and was practically drooling, supported that idea.

Then I had a thought, or more of an impulse. If this was enough to get Olivia staring at me and drooling, then it wouldn’t be difficult to get her really revved up. In fact, doing that was very appealing to me.

I bent down and kissed Olivia, right on her mouth. For a brief moment, she seemed surprised, then she began kissing back with a passionate hunger.

Before we could go any further, a car horn honked from out on the street, giving me a moment of distraction. Olivia pulled away first, blushing bright red and looking extremely excited yet also horribly embarrassed.

“I…should probably go,” Olivia squeaked out.

Olivia rushed out of the house, leaving me standing there alone, extremely turned on and just as frustrated. I peeked out the window, staring at my old house, my eyes narrowing.

“This isn’t finished, little man,” I promised, smirking as I did so. “Not at all.”

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Olivia stood in front of the toilet, masturbating to the memory of kissing Chris. She felt guilty for doing this, for jacking off while thinking about her own body…about her old body, but she just couldn’t help herself.

Being attracted to her own body was strange, yet it also felt oddly appropriate at the same time. After all, she’d been quite proud of that body so it was only right that she continue to appreciate it now that someone else had it. And there was no denying that Chris wore her old body even better than she had. After all, he had the help of magic, which took everything she’d liked about that body and amplified it.

She bit her lip as she remembered Chris moving around, bending over and showing a bit of cleavage. And the kiss… Oh that kiss… That alone would have been enough to make Olivia hard, if she wasn’t already there.

Chris was tall, statuesque, and curvy in all the right places. But it wasn’t just his looks. There was something else about him…about her. The way she moved was sexy and feminine, with a grace that suggested comfort and familiarity with that body, rather than the fact that she’d only had it for a single day. And even more than that, there was that mature confidence that Chris was starting to show.

Olivia remembered the way that Chris had taken charge earlier, the way she’d ordered her around while preparing dinner, telling her to set the table and clean up afterwards. She was surprised and embarrassed by the fact that she was kind of turned on by that.

Just then, Olivia finally came, spurting out into the toilet. She gasped at the sensation, once again surprised by how different the experience was from what she was used to. This kind of experience was one of the reasons that she’d used that magic spell, so that she could experiment this with a male body and satisfy her curiosity.

As Olivia finished up, she stared down at her cock and thought about how big it seemed. It was bigger than it had been the night before, which was a little surprising. Probably a couple inches longer and a little thicker. Not too much larger, but enough to be noticeable.

“This is the kind of side-effect I can live with,” she joked as she pulled her pants back up.

Olivia went back to the bedroom, barely even glancing at the unmade bed and the clothes on the floor. Just yesterday, that kind of mess would have bothered her, but now, she barely even gave it a second thought. Instead, she sat down in front of the computer and turned her attention to that.

In spite of the fact that the computer was right in front of her, Olivia was still thinking of Chris, and of the fact that Chris was hotter and sexier than she had been in that same body. Those magic ripples sure had done a job on Chris. Of course, they’d changed her current body too.

“Andrea said that I’ve been changed before,” Olivia mused to herself.

Olivia remembered back in high school, when she’d had that growth spurt and had filled out. It wasn’t until now, until Andrea had pointed it out, that Olivia realized that she couldn’t really remember the growth spurt itself, the stages where she had been growing. She just knew that she’d had one.

“What would I have looked like without that?” Olivia mused to herself.

A couple inches shorter? A little smaller up top? Less confident? Those changes alone could have altered the entire course of her life. In fact, she was pretty sure they had, in numerous subtle ways. That thought was actually a little disconcerting and she preferred thinking about what Chris looked like now.

Then, Olivia wondered where that ripple had even come from in the first place. Andrea had said that one of Olivia’s classmates had used magic to improve herself, but she hadn’t said who. It only took a few seconds of consideration before the answer became obvious.

“Nikki Taylor,” Olivia said, sure that it had to be Nikki.

Nikki had been the queen bee of Olivia’s high school, the tallest, bustiest, and most athletic girl in the entire school. She’d been captain of the girl’s volleyball and basketball teams, leading their school to win State in both. She’d been the most popular student in the entire school, and has easily been crowned homecoming queen.

Olivia vaguely remembered that Nikki hadn’t always been like that. Like her, Nikki had gone through a growth spurt, though Olivia couldn’t actually remember any of the in-between stages of that growth. In fact, she could barely even remember the short, scrawny, small chested girl that Nikki had been before.

“It had to have been her,” Olivia thought aloud. “Nobody else makes sense.”

That had been years ago and Olivia had no idea of what happened to Nikki after graduation. Nor did she particularly care, other than for the fact that Nikki had unintentionally changed her as well. And by extension, Chris. The NEW Olivia.

“New AND improved,” Olivia corrected with a certain giddiness.

Then Olivia paused, thinking that she should be jealous of Chris…of the NEW and IMPROVED Olivia, and she was. A bit. But more than that, she was excited by those improvements and eager to see more of them. From the outside. In fact, Olivia suddenly realized, if she’d been given the choice between going back to that body or being able to have sex with it, she would NOT take the option of going back.

The former Olivia shook her head…his head…then turned his attention back to the computer. Just thinking about the new Olivia was making him a little hard again, so he needed a distraction. Fortunately, there was a game on the computer that he’d been wanting to try out. Though he’d never actually played it before, he had a strange certainty that it would be one of his favorites.

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I sat on the edge of the bed, gathering my thoughts and mentally preparing myself for the day. The alarm had woken me up just a minute ago, and though it was far too early for decent people to get up, at least according to my old philosophy, I knew that this was the perfect time if I wanted to get anything done. Besides, I had to get ready for work.

Work. Just a couple days ago, I’d been complaining about the fact that I couldn’t find a job, but now, I not only had one…I was an office manager. Sure, this had been the old Olivia’s job, but I’d inherited it along with everything else.

Once I was ready, I got up, threw on a robe, then went to the kitchen for coffee and breakfast. This would be a repeat from yesterday morning, except for one small difference. Yesterday had been my day off, so I couldn’t afford to be quite as leisurely today.

A few minutes later, I sat at the small kitchen nook, sipping coffee while eating my breakfast. I opened my work laptop and began reading through emails as I did so, doing this without much conscious thought, as though this was something that I did every morning.

“Oh, fun,” I commented as I sipped my coffee, my eyes scanning one email. “A meeting, first thing.”

I let out a faint sigh of annoyance, though I wasn’t too bothered by the meeting. In fact, I was confident that I could not only handle the meeting but everything else about my job without much problem. After all, I’d obviously gained more from the old Olivia than just her good looks. I’d discovered that much yesterday, with how easily I’d applied makeup, and last night when I’d done some meal prep before bed, just so that most of my meals for the next couple days would already be mostly prepared. This was something that the old Olivia did, and which I now did as well.

“And we didn’t just exchange a few things,” I mused aloud, remembering what Andrea had told us.

People who switched bodies had a tendency to switch other things as well, but sometimes those things could be amplified or twisted in the process. And of course, sometimes random seeming changes could occur as well, such as the fact that I’d grown taller and bustier while the new Chris was shorter and thinner than I had been.

By the time I finished with my breakfast, I was also done reading through the emails. Of course, I would have to go back and respond to a couple of them once I’d given them a little more consideration, but I’d do that in the office. For now, I had to finish getting ready.

An hour later, I stepped out of the house, fully dressed and ready to face the day. I paused to look towards my old house, knowing that the new Chris would still be asleep in bed. I felt faintly amused at that, as well as annoyed at the way he would waste the entire day. He really needed someone to take charge and give him direction, and I knew someone who was more than willing to take on that responsibility.

“Just wait, little man,” I mused aloud. “We’re going to have a little talk tonight, after I’m back from work.”

With that, I smiled in anticipation, then climbed into my car and drove to the office, The entire time, I was thinking about the new Chris, about our ‘talk’ tonight, and about how we would continue where we left off last night.

I was still thinking about this when I reached the building where I worked and went inside. When I saw the receptionist, sitting at the entrance, I shifted my attention to where I was now.

“Ms. Peyton,” the receptionist greeted me respectfully.

“Amanda,” I responded pleasantly.

I’d never met this woman before in my life, but I still knew her. I had a certainty that we saw each other every morning, and that we often exchanged polite greetings. I even knew that she had a boyfriend who often sent flowers to her at work.

“Mister Weston came in a few minutes ago,” Amanda told me. “And he seemed to be running a little late, so he might delay that meeting.”

“Thank you, Amanda,” I told her with a smile. “I appreciate the warning.”

I schooled my expression, making sure that I was calm, professional, and utterly in control. Then I continued to the elevator and up to the floor where I had my office. However, when the elevator stopped on that floor, I paused, realizing that something was wrong.

“I don’t work here,” I said in sudden realization. “My office is two floors up.”

I frowned at that, then pushed the button on the elevator to keep going up. The new Chris had told me that this floor was where his office was, but I realized now that he’d been mistaken. This was where the old Olivia had worked as an office manager, but I wasn’t an office manager. I was the department manager.

“Yet another change,” I said, feeling a deep satisfaction at this discovery. “It seems that I received a promotion along with the physical improvements.”

I couldn’t wait to tell Chris, to see the look on his face when he found out that I even had a higher position at work than what he’d previously held. That was going to be quite amusing, but for the moment, I needed to focus on work. After all, I did have certain responsibilities now.

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The former Olivia leaned back on the couch with a slice of hot pizza while glancing over at Gregor, who’d brought the lunch with him a short time ago. Gregor was the old Chris’ friend, so the new Chris wasn’t quite as familiar with him, but he certainly felt like a close friend.

“Thanks again for the pizza,” the new Chris said. “I ran out of the leftover pizza in the fridge.”

Gregor laughed. “You really need to eat better.” However, the fact that he held his own slice of pizza made it hard to take him too seriously.

“I ate healthy last night,” Chris protested. “I had dinner with…Olivia.”

He blushed faintly as he said that. On one hand, it was a little awkward to refer to the former Chris as Olivia, but on the other hand… Well, it made sense and even felt oddly comfortable. He remembered being Olivia, but he certainly didn’t feel like her at the moment. Whether the new Chris liked it or not, this was who they were now, and it was silly to pretend that it wasn’t.

“Oh, really?” Gregor asked with a smirk.

“I was…helping her around the house,” new Chris responded. “You know, like I have been.”

Gregor grinned even wider at that. “Did she ask you to fix her plumbing?”

New Chris nearly choked on that. “It wasn’t like that.” However, he couldn’t help but thinking about the kiss and what might have happened if he hadn’t panicked and run away.

“You’re lucky that Olivia keeps hiring you for those odd jobs.” Gregor told him with a grin. “I mean, she’s a total milf. And she’s got those dommy mommy vibes.”

“Dommy mommy?” new Chris asked with a blush.

He couldn’t help but thinking about that morning, when he’d looked over the porn collection on his computer. There had previously been some pictures labeled MILF, and those were still present, but some new pictures had appeared since the last time he had looked at them. The new pictures were labeled DOMMY MOMMY, and they weren’t really any different from the milf pictures, except maybe just a little edgier. Chris had found them…interesting.

“Olivia must like you,” Gregor continued, cheerfully ignoring Chris’ discomfort. “Maybe she wants to make you into her pet or something.”

“Enough of that,” Chris protested, even though his cock hardened and his heart raced at the idea. “Olivia isn’t like that.”

At least, he hadn’t been like that back when he’d been Olivia. Sure, he’d had a few vague fantasies, but he’d never done anything to act on them. At least, nothing more serious than teasing the neighbor boy a bit. Of course, now that their positions had been switched, he was the neighbor boy who was being teased.

The new Chris also knew that he hadn’t been behaving quite like the old Chris had either. The old Chris might have been a little messy at times, but the new Chris was aware of the fact that he was being even worse. He just couldn’t seem to care enough to do anything about it. That proved that neither of them was quite like the previous versions, which meant a lot of things were still up in the air. Possibly even something like THAT.

Gregor stayed for another hour, then he excused himself. “I promised my brother that I’d help him with his car,” the other boy said apologetically. “But next time, YOU get the pizza.”

“Sure,” Chris agreed.

Chris walked Gregor out to his car, then stood out in the driveway as Gregor drove off. He remained in the driveway for another minute after this, glancing towards his old house and then around the neighborhood. His eyes settled on the house across the street, or at least, on the two neighbor kids who were playing in the front yard.

The neighbor kids were a brother and sister, both around eight or nine-years-old. Chris had seen them on countless occasions, so he immediately noticed that something was off with the pair. The brother was wearing a dress and carrying a doll, while the sister was wearing jeans and a T-shirt…and running around with a toy truck. This was nearly the exact opposite of how Chris usually saw them.

“The ripples,” Chris whispered, realizing that this was the kind of side-effect that Andrea had been talking about.

The effects hadn’t been limited to just him and the new Olivia. How many other people had been caught in the ripples? How many other people had been changed without even realizing it? With that, he slowly turned and went back into the house, feeling guilty over what he’d inadvertently done and deciding to distract himself with a video game.

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I pulled my car into the driveway, happy to be back home after a long day of work. Of course, work had been interesting, especially since it was my first day of actually being there. Not like any of my coworkers or subordinates realized that. As far as they knew, I was the same Olivia that they were familiar with, and the same one who’d been the department manager for some time.

My new job had been easier than I’d expected as well as more challenging. Whenever I needed to know something about my job, the knowledge had been there, or I’d been able to figure it out quickly enough. What had been more interesting had been the people.

Everyone treated me with respect, looking to me as the figure of authority. And it wasn’t just because I was the boss. It was also because of my imposing size. At six-foot-one, barefoot, I was taller than any other woman in the building and most of the men. And once I added my heels to that, I became taller than all but one of the men. I absolutely loved that fact, and the way everyone treated me because of my height, figure, and position. It thrilled me and gave me a sense of power and control.

“And I get to experience it again tomorrow,” I mused as I climbed out of the car.

I stood up straight and stretched, then grabbed the messenger bag that contained my laptop and various work papers. However, I didn’t go inside quite yet. Instead, I looked towards the driveway of the house beside mine, on the opposite side of the house where I used to live.

Karrie, the woman who lived next door, was returning home from work the same way that I was. What caught my attention though, was the fact that she was wearing a black leather jacket and was riding a motorcycle. Karrie was a shy woman who refused to ever let her husband give her a ride on his motorcycle, so this change immediately stuck out to me.

“One of the ripples,” I said in realization. “It has to be.”

I was tempted to go talk to Karrie, to see what else might have changed between her and her husband. However, that could wait. For now, I wanted to get inside so I could get dinner started. And more importantly, I needed to invite the new Chris over for dinner…and a little more. My heart raced and my nipples hardened in anticipation.

Once I was inside the house, I began to the process of winding down and relaxing. I started to fix myself a cup of tea, but then paused and poured myself a glass of wine instead. Then, I made a quick phone call.

“Come over for dinner,” I told the new Chris over the phone, keeping the message short and simple before ending the call.

The new Chris arrived a short time later, looking just a little uncertain. However, he immediately began to give me looks of interest, ones which he tried to hide or keep subtle. The prominent bulge in his pants was much harder to hide, to my amusement.

“Hello, Chris,” I greeted him, making sure to use his new name. “How was your day.”

“It was…interesting,” Chris responded with a chuckle. “Well, that is what I wanted. I mean, I used that spell because I wanted to experience what it was like being a guy… A young guy… And, well, it looks like I’m getting the full experience.”

“A little more than you expected,” I said with a nod of understanding. “This is a bit more than either of us ever expected.”

Chris nodded. “That…is an understatement.”

This time, I nodded, then changed the subject. “Go ahead and set the table,” I told him before I began preparing dinner.

I’d already done most of the food prep last night, so the cooking part was relatively simple. Chris watched me in surprise, probably because he realized that this wasn’t something that he’d prepared ahead of time. He didn’t say anything about that though.

Once I finished cooking, I set dinner on the table with a sense of pride. I looked at Chris, satisfied at being able to provide him a good healthy meal. And one that should be delicious too.

“This is great,” Chris said after taking his first bite. He gave me a strange look, though I couldn’t tell if it was because he was surprised or impressed.

“I seem to have gotten your cooking skills,” I admitted. “Among other things.”

Chris chuckled a little weakly. “By this point, it looks like you got my everything.”

I nodded at that, then said, “So, tell me about your day.”

Chris paused at that, blushed for a moment and quickly averted his eyes. Then he answered, “It was pretty quiet. I slept in, had lunch with Gregor, then just went out for a bit.” He paused again, shaking his head before adding, “It was kind of strange. I mean, the way nobody stared at me or even gave me a second look. It was almost like I was invisible.”

“I remember it well,” I joked before glancing down at myself. “But somehow, I doubt that I’ll be getting that kind of reaction very much now.”

“No, you won’t,” Chris agreed. “You’re the exact opposite of invisible. And honestly, I kind of miss it…but I’m also kind of glad that I don’t have to deal with that constant attention anymore.”

“It’s a burden that I’m happy to bear,” I admitted, feeling a little smug at that.

“So,” Chris asked a little awkwardly. “How do you like being an office manager?”

“I wouldn’t know,” I told him, not even bothering to fight back the smirk. “I’m a department manager.”

“Department?” Chris asked in surprise and a little confusion.

“Oh yes,” I told him, pausing for a sip of wine. “Apparently, a promotion came with the extra height and…presence.” I watched the look on his face, enjoying the expression. “It seems that I’m a bit more…noticeable than you were at work.”

Chris let out a long sigh, then admitted, “It’s like you’ve become a better version of me than I was.”

I didn’t bother to argue with that since it seemed to be true, even if I couldn’t take credit for any of it. I also didn’t want to hurt his feelings by pointing out that he had become a smaller and weaker version of the old me, and I could only guess at what other changes he might have gone through as a part of that.

We continued talking as we ate dinner, and I was amused the entire time as it became increasingly obvious that our social positions had reversed. I was now the sexy and confident woman while he was the nervous teenage boy who was barely out of high school. Of course, our positions weren’t just reversed, they’d been amplified due to our additional changes. He was short and weak while I was tall and imposing, which added to the difference between us.

The entire time we ate, Chris continued sneaking looks at me, or even outright stared when he didn’t think I noticed. Of course, I did. Just like I noticed the way he was being deferential to me. This attention… This deference... This adoration… I loved it. It felt right and proper, like this was the way things should be.

Once we were finished eating, I told Chris, “I cooked so you can clean the table.”

“Of course,” he agreed as he began to do just that.

I remained where I was sitting for just a little longer, finishing my glass of wine and watching Chris move. My eyes went to his ass, and more importantly, to the bulge in his pants. That was what really interested me.

I waited until the table was cleared, and all the dishes had been rinsed off and placed in the dishwasher. Then, I stood up, adjusted my clothes, and stared down at Chris…at my dessert.

“Did you enjoy the dinner?” I asked him in a sexy purr, which immediately grabbed his full attention.

“Yes,” he responded self-consciously. “It was very good.”

“Then you should show your appreciation,” I suggested in the same sexy purr, even as I stepped up in front of him. “And I know exactly how you can do that.”

With that, I bent over and kissed Chris, just like I had yesterday. This time, he kissed back without hesitation and without panicking and running off. And after we finally broke apart, I began leading him back to the bedroom, and he came without the least bit of resistance.

As soon as we reached the bedroom, the clothes began to come off. Piece by piece, they were dropped to the floor or placed across the back of the chair. I was a little more careful with my clothes than Chris was, but admittedly, not by too much.

By this point, there was no doubt that I was in control and Chris was happy to follow my lead. I felt confident. Sexy. Powerful. I’d never felt like this in my old life, and I absolutely loved it.

“Now,” I told him, “you can show me how much you appreciated that dinner.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Chris responded with an eager grin.

I leaned back on the bed and Chris got down between my legs and began to lick. He was awkward and clumsy, obviously never having done this before, but he was enthusiastic and it felt good. My nipples were already poking straight out and I was extremely wet, so it didn’t take much to get an even greater reaction.

Chris continued eating me out until I exploded in an orgasm that shook my entire body. I gasped at the sensations, biting my lip and loving every moment of it.

“Good boy,” I gasped out. “Now for your reward.”

We changed positions and I began going down on him. I was a little impressed by his dick, because it was definitely bigger than when I’d had it. It was a couple inches longer and a bit thicker as well, obviously part of the changes that we’d gone through.

Back when I was Chris, I never would have considered doing this to a guy, but I wasn’t Chris anymore. I was Olivia. And not even the old Olivia either.

As a boy, I’d been inexperienced, only having had sex one time, an awkward and clumsy experiment with my old girlfriend Lori while her parents were out on a date. But as Olivia… Well, I was comfortable with what I was doing and even confident in how I did it. It felt as though I’d done this before, as though I had plenty of experience.

I pulled back right before Chris came, not wanting to take that load in my mouth just yet. Again, I had the feeling that this wouldn’t be a problem, that I had done that before and wasn’t bothered by it. However, that wasn’t what I wanted to do now. Chris had earned a reward, but not THAT much of one.

Then we changed positions again, and this time, Chris laid on the bed while I straddled him, then slowly lowered myself onto his cock. It felt strange going into me. And familiar. And good. Damn good. And other things that I didn’t even have words for.

I rode Chris until I came a second time…and then a third. When he finally came as well, I finally rose up off of him, though I continued to straddle his body, enjoying how good I felt and the position I was in.

Then I felt it…a familiar pressure building up around me, just like when the old Olivia had cast that spell. I vaguely remembered feeling this the other night too, right before I drifted off to sleep. Before I’d woken up three inches taller.

“A ripple,” I gasped in realization, even as the pressure released into a burst of energy that shot through my body.

I could feel my body starting to change again, much like it had before. At first, I wasn’t sure what was happening, but then, I realized that my breasts seemed to be swelling larger. My whole body was stretching and growing.

“Oh God,” I gasped, realizing that Chris was shrinking beneath me. “Oh YES…”

The transformation didn’t take long, and it stopped just as I was making sense of how I was changing. The pressure was gone as was the feeling of energy rushing through me. However, a feeling of even greater confidence replaced it.

I stared down at myself, even as I continued to straddle Chris. My breasts had grown larger again, maybe another two cups. My muscle tone seemed to have improved again as well, leaving me looking like a fitness model or even a light bodybuilder. And my size…

“Hello, little man,” I teased Chris, who now looked shorter and thinner than before.

It was hard to tell from my current position, but I estimated that I’d grown another three inches taller while he’d lost about as much. That was another six inches difference in our height, leaving me about a foot taller than him now. He looked even shorter than before, much to my delight.

Then, I noticed that not ALL of Chris had shrunk. His dick had grown even larger, and it was now just short of a full foot in length. It was long, and thick, and it was absolutely gorgeous.

“Or NOT so little man,” I said with a triumphant grin, especially since that massive member was hard again.

“You’re…bigger,” Chris gasped, staring up at me with a look of amazement.

“So are you,” I said, grabbing his dick. “Time for round two…”

I continued fucking Chris, discovering to my surprise, that I could actually take his whole cock into me. I was even more delighted to find that not only had he grown larger where it really counted, but he’d also developed a lot more stamina. But in spite of that, I eventually wore him out completely.

Chris was sprawled out in the bed, completely drained and out of it. I slowly climbed out of bed, basking in the afterglow and feeling completely satisfied myself. I hurt a little, but only in the best way.

“Not bad, little man,” I said as I stood up and walked to the bathroom, smirking to myself as I felt his cum dripping down my legs.

I looked into the mirror above the sink, taking in my changed appearance. I still looked much the way I had the last time I’d looked into a mirror, but there were definite improvements as well. I was taller, bustier, and even more athletic than I had been before. Now, I wasn’t just imposing, I was damn near amazonian.

Then I noticed the tattoo on my arm. What had begun as a single rose, and which had turned into three roses, had grown yet again. The tattoo was of six roses, with thorny stems wrapping around the arm. The whole tattoo now took up most of my upper arm from the elbow to the shoulder.

The tattoo on my back shoulder had changed as well. It had begun as a black cat and had previously changed into a larger black panther. Now, it too had grown larger, and was a fierce black panther that covered a third of my back. One of the claws reached up over my shoulder so that the claws nearly touched the petals of one of my roses.

“Very nice,” I said, pleased with how the tattoos looked.

After this, I took the time to clean up a little, then I made my way back to the bedroom and to the bed where Chris was still in the same position I’d left him in. A cute little snore came from him, making me smile faintly at just how adorable that was.

“Mine,” I said with a fierce possessiveness that surprised me. That little man was mine. Mine to protect. Mine to take care of. And mine to dominate.

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Chris stood in front of the mirror, staring at his changed reflection and not being very impressed. He was even shorter and scrawnier than he had been before, which left him six inches shorter than when he’d started.

“Damn, I’m short,” Chris mused. “Five-foot-four.”

That wouldn’t have been too bad for a woman, but for a guy… Well, he was now shorter than most men as well as many women. He let out a sigh of resignation, knowing that he wasn’t about to go through a growth spurt, not when the ripples seemed to be pushing him to become even smaller.

The only thing about him that stood out as being impressive was the massive bulge in his pants. His cock and balls had both grown to an impressive size, one which gave him a sense of pride. However, a foot long cock stuffed down his pants was hard to hide and made it awkward to walk around, especially when he was hard

Chris’ thoughts turned to Olivia, and he immediately began to harden, to the point where his pants became tight and uncomfortable. His heart raced and he gave his reflection a smile of dreamy adoration.

Olivia was…absolutely amazing. While his body shrank and had become less impressive, hers had done the exact opposite. She now stood at six-foot-four, a full foot taller than him. They’d measured their heights that morning. And when she wore her heels… She completely towered over him, looking every inch the busty amazon goddess that she was.

He remembered being Olivia, or at least, a lesser version of her. However, he couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to go back to that body and life. Nor did he feel deserving of such an honor.

After a minute, Chris pulled down his pants and jacked off. Again. For the third time that day. He’d already discovered that his libido had grown along with his cock and he needed frequent relief, especially after thinking about Olivia.

Once Chris was finished, he went back to the living room and paused to look around, taking in all the changes. Just a couple days ago, this had been his living room and his house, but neither of those was true anymore. From his new height, everything looked larger, giving the space an almost eerie sense of being just a little off. And then, there was the fact that some of the decorations and furniture had changed overnight. In fact, there was even a hot tub in the back, which hadn’t been there before.

“I always wanted a hot tub,” Chris mused.

He’d never been able to justify the cost, but the new Olivia made a lot more than he ever had back when he’d been her. That was just one of the many things about the new Olivia that was better than the old.

Chris shook his head, then went to look at the sheet of paper that Olivia had left for him on the coffee table, beside the now useless spell. It was a list of chores that she’d written out before heading to work. He knew that he should probably feel a little offended that she’d leave him a list like that, but he didn’t. Instead, he was happy that she trusted him to take care of these things, and even more, that she’d given him some direction.

Over the last couple days, Chris had noticed that he’d become more indecisive and less motivated to do things on his own. That was especially true after that last ripple. But with this list, Chris knew exactly what he needed to do, and if it did it well, Olivia might even reward him. His cock twitched in anticipation.

Of course, Chris knew exactly how strange this situation was, especially his relationship with Olivia, and that other people probably wouldn’t understand. How could they when he didn’t fully understand it himself. What he did know was that he felt an odd sense of freedom and security.

He no longer had to go to work, and he didn’t have any serious responsibilities. Olivia took on all of those responsibilities for him. She made all those difficult decisions. She took care of him. All he had to worry about was following her directions and making her happy. He felt a certain comfort and satisfaction in that simplicity.

Chris vaguely remembered fantasizing about being the sexy older woman with a hot young stud as her personal boy toy. He never would have imagined that such a fantasy could turn into reality, and especially not such a twisted version of it.

“I don’t think I’m going to mind being a boy toy,” Chris mused. Especially not for the new Olivia. “In fact, I think I’m really going to enjoy it.”

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I sat behind the large wooden desk in my corner office, tempted to look out the window and enjoy the view, though I resisted that particular temptation. Instead, I kept my attention on the two people who nervously stood in front of my desk.

The first was Elizabeth, or Lizzy as she’d insisted on being called today. Elizabeth was normally a very professional brunette woman, but this morning, she’d come in with blonde hair, stripper sized breasts, which were still smaller than my own, and a much more daring than normal outfit style. The fact that she seemed to think that this was all normal strongly suggested that magic was involved.

Terrance stood a few feet away from Lizzy, seeming completely oblivious to her changes, in spite of the fact that they’ve known each other for over a year. He was tall, good looking, and a bit full of himself. However, he was also a bit nervous, which was to be expected since he’d just been called into an executive’s office.

“I need that revised report on my desk by close of business tomorrow,” I told Terrance.

“Of course,” Terrance quickly responded, nodding in relief. “Sorry for the mistake, ma’am. I’ll get it corrected right away.”

I slowly stood up and watched Terrance’s expression as he watched me. His eyes locked on my breasts, though he forced them away. Still, he couldn’t hide the fact that he was both attracted to and intimidated by me. Those were the same reactions that most people seemed to have.

There was still one person in the building who was taller than me, and that was while I was barefoot. Once my heels were added in, I became the tallest. This was a fact that I was quite proud of and more than willing to use to my advantage.

“Now, get to work,” I told Terrance, who quickly stammered, “Yes, ma’am,” before he hurried off.

I was amused by his reaction, though I was careful to keep it from showing on my face. Most people were at least a little intimidated by me these days, for one reason or another. I certainly provided plenty of reasons.

It had been a full week since that last ripple, the one that had left me at six-foot-four, and with another promotion to an executive position. After that, I’d actually been hoping for yet another ripple, one that would improve my body even more and possibly even leave me as the CEO. But to my disappointment, there hadn’t been any more ripples, nor the changes they brought with.

Still, I was hardly disappointed with my current body or life. I looked and felt absolutely amazing. I had never been this confident or sure of myself before, back in my old life, but I certainly was now. I knew exactly what I wanted and I didn’t hesitate in going for it.

Next, I turned my attention to Lizzy, my secretary. She seemed tiny to me, only a couple inches taller than the little man back home. I was tempted to comment on her changed appearance and fashion sense, but I withheld that. If she’d been changed by some ripple like I expected, then I’d only confuse her.

“Lizzy,” I said, “I have an appointment with the CEO tomorrow at nine. Make sure to add it to my schedule, along with the board meeting next Tuesday.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Lizzy responded, quickly writing that down on her note pad.

“And I’m going to be leaving a little early,” I added.

Lizzy glanced at the schedule in her hands, then gave me a curious look. “The gym?”

“Not this time,” I responded with a chuckle. “There’s someone I need to have a private meeting with.”

After this, I left the office and drove to the small café where I’d scheduled the meeting. Before long, I was waiting with a cup of coffee and delicious pastry. I didn’t have to wait long though before someone sat down in the seat across from me.

“Nice to see you again, Andrea,” I greeted the older woman.

“You too, Olivia,” Andrea responded with a knowing smile. She ordered her own drink and pastry, then asked, “How is Chris doing?”

“He’s doing quite well,” I assured her. “He seems pretty happy with his new life.”

“I see,” she responded with a nod. “So, he’s basically become your house husband?”

I chuckled at that since ‘husband’ was definitely not the right word. ‘Husband’ suggested that our relationship was between equals, and it definitely wasn’t. Officially, Chris now worked for me as a live-in housekeeper, doing whatever chores I gave him to do. But unofficially… Well, that was a little more complicated.

“The changes you both have gone through,” Andrea told me with a sigh. “Body switches are always troublesome. You trade bits and pieces of yourselves, with some of them being amplified or twisted nearly beyond recognition. And then, once you add in the echoes of the previous Olivia’s old changes…”

Andrea shook her head at that, looking a little sad, while I just nodded and took a sip from my drink. She seemed to think that what had happened to Chris and I was a bit of a tragedy, but I considered it to be the best thing to have ever happened to either of us. And I was pretty sure that Chris would agree.

“Magic is dangerous,” Andrea said, repeating what she’d already told me and Chris during our first meeting. “Those things that I told you about, which live beneath the surface…” She paused at that. “Faerie. Genies. Demons. Whatever you want to call them, it’s dangerous drawing their attention. Most magic we encounter comes from them, either directly or indirectly. Some of them will toss out magic like breadcrumbs, just to watch what happens. Sometimes its for their own amusement, but other times… Well, sometimes its setting bait out and waiting for someone to grab it.”

I took a sip of my coffee and considered what Andrea had just told me. This explanation put the warnings of ‘magic is dangerous’ in a whole new perspective.

“Genies,” I said, noting that she’d specified genies among the beings that ‘lived beneath’ the surface of reality. “So, three wishes…”

“A trap,” Andrea answered with a scowl. “And very tempting bait. Three splashes. Lots of ripples and chaos. And with three, you’re almost guaranteed to draw the attention of something.”

“That is quite the warning,” I said.

“And you should listen to it,” Andrea stated. “I once met a man who drew the attention of one of those things, and he abruptly vanished without a trace. His own friends and family completely forgot him, as though he’d never even existed.”

“That…does sound dangerous,” I agreed.

“Indeed,” Andrea said before pausing to take a bite of her pastry.

I thought about the magic spell that we’d used and about how many other bits of magic had to be out there. The idea of finding more magic and using it was more than a little tempting. After all, magic had already given me a great deal, and if used right, it could give me even more. I liked that idea. I was also realistic enough to realize just how dangerous that temptation was. As Andrea had said, magic could be bait, and there was no way that I was going to end up as some fish on a hook.

“You know,” I said to change the subject, “I think that one of my employees has been caught up in a ripple.”

“Oh?” Andrea responded, giving me a curious look.

I told her about Elizabeth, and about how she’d come to work as Lizzy, and how nobody else seemed to notice anything strange about that, including Lizzy herself.

“Yes,” Andrea agreed with a thoughtful look. “That does sound like she got caught in a ripple. Either that, or she was changed by something that altered her own perspective. That happens fairly often as well.”

“Is this what it’s like for you?” I asked curiously. “For witnesses? You just see things happening around you that everyone else seems completely oblivious to?”

Andrea nodded at that. “Yes, that is exactly what it’s like for us.” She gave me a wry smile. “In fact, this is how some people become witnesses. Some of us are naturally sensitive to reality, while others are people like you, ones who have been caught in the splash, as it were.”

“Interesting,” I said as I considered this.

Mostly, I thought about my neighbors, some of whom had obviously been caught in the ripple of the spell that the old Olivia had cast. The previously quiet Karrie had become a cigar smoking biker, while her husband had become mild and reserved. There were a few others who’d shown changes as well, but nobody besides Chris and myself seemed to notice.

“It can be difficult,” Andrea admitted. “Seeing things that nobody else does. Seeing things that you can’t ever talk about without people thinking you’re insane. This is why a lot of us witnesses talk to each other, so we can share what we’ve seen without that kind of disbelief and judgement. Most of the time, we meet up and share stories of what we’ve seen.” She chuckled again, then told me, “I actually keep a journal, where I write down all of the odd changes I’ve encountered, just so I keep the memory and share it with others. Most other witnesses tend to do the same thing.”

“That might not be a bad idea,” I responded thoughtfully. “I just may start a journal of my own for that.”

Andrea gave me an amused look and said, “Welcome to being a witness. I’ll send you an invite to our Discord channel.”

“I’d appreciate that,” I told her, curious to see what other stories people had to share.

After this, Andrea and I continued talking for a bit longer, mostly with her sharing more of those stories with me. Eventually though, my pastry was gone, my cup was empty, and it was time for me to get going.

“I’m afraid that I need to head home,” I told Andrea as I began to get up. “I still have to fix dinner for the little one.”

“The little one?” Andrea asked with a look of amusement. “I don’t know if Chris would like being called that.”

“He knows that he’s MY little man,” I told Andrea with a smile of my own, before adding, “And admittedly, he’s not ALL little. One part of him is actually quite large.”

Andrea chuckled and shook her head. “I don’t know if I should plug my ears at that…or ask you to tell me more.”

“Maybe next time,” I said. “If you ask nicely.”

With that, I said my final goodbye and then left. I was eager to get home and back to my not so little man. I wanted to pick him up, and hug him, then ravish the hell out of him.

I also wanted to see how Chris had done with the chores I’d left for him. If Chris finished them all and did a good job, I’d have to give him a nice reward. But if he hadn’t done a good job… Well, then I’d have to punish him, and that would be even more enjoyable.

The End