Another week or two at most (part 2)

A year later:

David: -"Do you think we should talk to our girlfriends?"

Mike: -"Boyfriends! Boyfriends, not "girlfriends"! You know they

get very angry when we call them the wrong way.

D: -"I know, I know, sorry. But in a week we will graduate and our

college will close for the summer, and I think it is time for them to

give us back our lives.

M: -"I think so too, but now we just have to wait a few days. They

swore that after graduation they will give us back our bodies. And

we must be grateful to them: they are giving up bodies that they

clearly prefer to their own..."

D: -"Well, they enjoyed our bodies for a year, though...

M: -"Yeah, and I didn't like it either. But in return they were excellent

boyfriends. They taught us how to be women, and what it means to

be women, in every sense... They protected us from other boys and

satisfied our "needs". All of our "needs". They love us, and I trust

them." 

D: -"I hope you're right. At least this time..."

 
6 months later:

Mike: -"They... they are kissing..." 

David: -"...they are kissing with two other girls. Yes. I fear that our

relationships are over now.

M: -"What?! Do you know what this means?"

D: -"It means that our last hopes of getting our life back have evaporated.

M: -"Yes, but also that we must immediately look for other boyfriends.

I feel so insecure without someone to take care of me and protect me!"

D: -"Argh... I hate to admit it, but you're right..."

Another week or two at most (part 1)

David: -"Don't you think they are having a little too much fun in our
bodies?"
Mike: -"Maybe. But we should be happy to see them happy."
D: -"Ok, but this "experiment" was to last a week, and almost a month
has passed..."
M: -"I know, I know, but you will see that within a week or two at most
they will agree to repeat the swap. Or at least I hope so."
 
Mike and I have always been best friends.
A month ago we were walking downtown with our girlfriends, and we
saw a strange little shop that intrigued us.
As soon as we entered, the elderly shopkeeper looked at us for a few
seconds and said "I have already understood what you need: you need
a spell that reinforces your relationships".
He said the cost was only one dollar, and I gave it to him, pitied by that
half-mad old man.
He smiled and told us that we would get to know our partner better. As
we were leaving the shop, he told us that to end the spell we would
have to repeat at the same time "I learned what I had to learn, it's time
for me to come back."
We laughed that evening because of that crazy meeting, but the next
morning we woke up in the body of our partner!
When we calmed down, Mike and I remembered the formula to undo
that magic.
Too bad that our girlfriends had already decided to want to spend some
time in our bodies, to get to know each other better and try life from a
male point of view.
We fought for hours. But our girlfriends have always been authoritarian
and determined; on the contrary Mike and I have always been mild and
quite shy, and our new bodies were reinforcing our respective characters.
So in the end our girls won, and we agreed to spend a week in these
bodies.
Too bad that they have continued to postpone this deadline, and now
almost a month has passed.
And in the meantime our personalities are adapting more and more to
the new bodies.
I hope they keep their word soon: I don't want to get stuck in the body
of a shy redhead!

The worst moment for a spell

"What the hell! What is going on? Is it a dream? Well, a strange,

disturbing dream... What should I do? Should I push him away?

He has such a strong grip... I don't know what to do!"

My family and I spent the summer with my grandmother in her

beautiful seaside house. 

My grandmother is a very eccentric and authoritarian woman, but

she loves us very much.

She has been telling strange stories to me and my twin sister since

we were little. She always told us to keep calm in the face of life's

difficulties, because she would always take care of helping us and

protecting us with spells handed down from her great-grandmother.

We have always believed that it was just a fairy tale to reassure us.

Until today. 

Before this summer, my twin sister and I hadn't spent much time

with our grandmother for a few years, living on the other side of

the state. Apparently seeing how we became as adults, at 21, has

worried her greatly.

My sister has become a tomboy, with a strong and enterprising

personality. On the contrary, I am very shy and sensitive. And my

grandmother feared that with these characters we could find many

obstacles in life. So she spent the month after our return home, at

the end of the summer, preparing the strongest and most complicated

spell she had ever tried, thinking that it was the only solution to our

"problem". I have a clearly "feminine" character, while my sister is

clearly "masculine", so according to my grandmother the only

solution was to exchange our bodies! 

After a month of preparation she managed to cast this powerful spell,

and apparently she was successful.

Too bad she cast the spell from distance, from her house, without

knowing what we were doing when the swap occurred...

Well, I was in my room playing video games, but my sister... was

kissing her boyfriend!

You can't imagine the shock of the first moment I found myself in

my sister's body! Neither the embarrassment of when I realized that

it wasn't a dream... Nor the humiliation of having been too shy and

frightened by that crazy situation to push her boyfriend away...

undergoing a long and disgusting make-out!

I'm sorry, Mark...

"Well, despite everything, in the end I am grateful to you, Akemi.

I never thought I'd say it, but it was an instructive experience. Two

weeks ago, when you proposed this temporary exchange, I accepted

only because I thought you were joking. And when I found myself

in your body, seeing "myself" in front of me... How much did I go

crazy? Hahaha! It was really tough the first few days... But in the end

I learned a lot about the female gender and your Japanese culture,

thanks to your family. I feel like a more complete and mature person

now. But now the two weeks to "recharge" the spell have passed, and

it's time to return to our bodies. After all, summer is ending, and you

and your family will have to return to Japan in a few days. Come on,

let's get ready to repeat the swap."

Akemi's thoughts:

Poor Mark, I can't tell him that I intend to keep his body and his

identity... These two weeks spent as an American boy made me

understand how limited my life was.

Males have far more freedoms and possibilities in life, and in my

country the situation for females is even worse than here.

My parents didn't want me to go to college, saying that the best thing

for me would be to look after my future husband, my home, and my

future children. My wishes never mattered to them... 

After tasting this life I could never go back there.

I'm sorry, Mark. I'm really sorry, but I'll have to fool you.

"Mysteriously" the spell to return to our bodies will not work, and

we will be forced to continue pretending to be each other at least

until next summer, when "maybe" you will return to America.

I'm sorry... but I can't do otherwise.

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Anniversary gift (part 3) (Request)

14 months later:

- "He's beautiful. Our baby is so beautiful." 

Ellen: -"You're right, he's wonderful." 

- "And to think that this miracle would not exist if that condom had

not been defective 9 months ago. You were right to convince me not

to sue the condom company: I should be grateful to them for this gift

they gave us."

Ellen: -"Honey, since you're so happy I think it's time for a confession:

9 months ago I was the one who broke the condom..."

- "You what?!?! Are you kidding?! Is it your fault that I experienced

for the third time 9 months of aches and pains?!"

Ellen: -"Yes, I'm sorry... but I couldn't give up on this new life of mine,

and seeing how you were gradually adapting to being a mother, a wife

and a housewife I hoped that with another 9 months I would convince

you to leave things as they are now."

- "You are crazy! Of course I adapted gradually, after more than two

years in a body that is not mine! What should I have done? With all

the hormones that went through me or I adapted to this life or I would

have gone mad! And obviously I was a good mom: I love our children!

But I would have taken care of them even being their father! Go and

get the medallion now! I want us to exchange bodies immediately,

without waiting for more months!"

Ellen: -"I can't do it. I don't want to do it. I'm too happy in this new

life. Now you're not lucid, you have to recover from the birth. Now

relax. When you get better, you will understand that it's better to stay

like this."

- "Give me the medallion. NOW."

Ellen: -"Shhh. Rest now. The medallion is in a safe place, where nobody,

not even you, will ever find it. We will talk about this matter in a few

months. Now I go, I will let you sleep..."

- "Ellen! Come back here! ELLEN!.. No, nurse, I feel great. Yes, I

know I am Ellen, obviously...No I don't need a sedative...Stop...Ellen...

damn you...Zzz...

[The End]

 [request by mellowfellow]

Anniversary gift (part 2) (Request)

A year later:

You will wonder why I am still in this state.

Eleven months ago I gave birth to my baby girl and I was hoping to

get my body back, but Ellen had other things in mind.

She had decided imperatively that since I had given birth to the baby,

I would have had to deal with her very first months.

He then postponed our exchange of bodies for another 4-5 months,

despite my protests.

I have to admit that while being hard to be a woman and a mother,

looking after my baby has changed me: my maternal instinct was

growing every day. 

Months ago, when the goal of getting my body back was close, Ellen

and I got drunk at a party, and ended up in bed without protection

again.

Due to the nausea of ​​the following days I realized I was knocked up.

I was desperate, although definitely less than the first time. My little

girl reminded me every day of the magic that was taking place

inside me, however annoying and frustrating this experience was.

So here I am, 7 months pregnant.

Over the months my personality is adapting to this body: I ​​am more 

and more shy and feminine. Instead Ellen is increasingly determined

and masculine.

I hope that when I get my body back, in a few months, everything

will return to normal...

[request by mellowfellow]