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Swapped Ch. 01

By: Sean Renaud



Mary very nearly flung her phone across the room after her boyfriend hung up on her. It was so frustrating that he treated her like a toy. Kris treated her like she was something to be taken down off the shelf when he wanted something, twenty bucks, a ride to work maybe a fuck. When he was done with her she was supposed to be content to sit on the shelf waiting for the next time he'd want something. Most of the time she didn't complain. She didn't ask for much from Kris and one of those things she did ask was that when she had a bad day that he listen to her. Or at least stay on the phone until she was done ranting about her life. She knew perfectly well that half the time he wasn't actually listening to her but sometimes that didn't really matter. 

Right then Mary wanted more than anything to scream and the only thing stopping her was the fact that her room mates were all sleeping and the walls of her apartment were thin enough that she could hear it when her neighbors turned on the television. After a long moment she satisfied her frustration by smothering her scream with a pillow.

Unsurprisingly she felt a little better once the scream was out of her but not enough better to sleep. She'd been hoping that Kris would make her feel better about things but he'd only made things worse. When she'd called him she was just upset with her boss. A sexist, racist, piece of shit who didn't seem to understand that her job was watching the front desk and customer service. She was not with room service, she was not a bartender or a waitress and she sure as hell wasn't a bellhop. Mary might have made an exception on occasion; if someone asked her real nice and things were slow enough that she could risk being away from the desk for a few minutes but it sure as fuck wasn't her job. It was all so frustrating and all she wanted was someone who would sit there and listen. 

And Kris wouldn't.

Mary felt her eyes welling up with a flood of hot tears that she stubbornly refused to let flow. If she let the herself cry now she had no idea when she'd stop and the last thing she wanted was to show up to work with puffy eyes and Kris would somehow manage to think she showed up like that to make him feel bad and then he'd give her the cold shoulder all day. Crying was not an option no matter how good it might make her feel. 

If crying wasn't an option Mary would simply have to settle for something else that usually made her feel better. She took a deep breath and pulled the emergency kit from under her bed. She hastily set up the candles at specific spots around her room lighting them all and kneeling in the center of the room. Her eyes drifted shut and she focused her mind completely on her breathing. In through the nose down to her core then up and out through her mouth. 

It took a few moments before she started calming down enough that she was confident that her tears were in the past. A few had managed to escape and streak down her cheeks but the rest had evaporated. She was careful to keep her mind as clear as possible, in the circle she had to keep her mind clear. 

An image of Kris leapt into her mind only for a second but it was long enough to twist the Zen like serenity she was hoping to achieve and replacing it with a confused flood of emotion. Why did he have to make life so fucking confusing all the goddamn time?! One moment Kris could have her completely convinced that she was the absolute center of the universe. The sun rose and set for her and only her and he'd always be there. That was usually when he wanted something but sometimes the only thing he wanted was to be near her. Other times, like right then, he could make her feel utterly disposable. 

Why he couldn't make her feel like she was the center of his world all the time was a mystery she'd never be able to solve. She happily did that for him. "If he just spent one day in my life he wouldn't treat me like this!" Mary's hands balled into fists, she could feel the tears starting to return when her room suddenly got several degrees cooler.

And she wasn't alone any longer. 

Mary remained perfectly still keeping her eyes shut tight. As long as she couldn't see the intruder then she was still alone. She was just going to remain perfectly still. Forever if that was what it took. She had to ignore the faint smell of brown sugar and cinnamon that reminded her of her Grandmother's cooking. She had to find a way to ignore the fact that she could feel a pair of eyes traveling over her.

"You know pretending you can't see me won't make me go away." A silken voice called out from Mary's bed. As much as she wanted to continue trying to ignore the strange presence she was unable to stop from opening her eyes and turning around.

There was a woman lying on her bed, well a female. The thing lying on her bed wasn't human. For one thing it had bright red skin and small black horns curling up from her forehead parting her black bangs. Large leathery wings were folded up partially out of sight behind it and it was too large to be a human. Mary couldn't tell how tall the creature was only that her head was resting on the pillows and her three toed clawed feet were hanging well off the bottom of the bed. Her serpentine tail stretched even farther than that casually swiping stuffed animals off the shelf.

"What?" The creature pursed its full black lips into a mock pout. Mary would have ran but she couldn't seem to get her legs beneath her. "Don't get up." The creature sat up on the bed, legs spread immodestly wide. Kneeling on the ground left Mary at eye level with the creature's tight nest of black pubic hair. "And don't be afraid."

Being told not to be afraid of the seven eight nine foot demon sitting on her bed had quite the opposite effect on Mary. Her legs might not have had the strength to carry her but her arms could pull and her feet could push and in a moment she was backed against the mirrored closet door staring at her door. A door that was guarded by spade tipped tail that had scattered her plush toys all across the floor.

"Calm down. I'm not here to hurt you." The woman's hair fell forward concealing part of her face. "If I wanted to hurt you you'd know by the being dead part." She giggled and flipped her hair back. If she wasn't disconcerting enough already seeing the red demon woman behaving in such a childish way mad her even more disturbing. "I'm just here to let you know your wish has been granted."

"What?" Mary asked wilding glancing around the room for an alternate escape. Her eyes settled on the window equal distance from her and the voracious monster seconds from devouring her soul. If she could get her legs beneath her Mary could make it before the demon reacted. Being two stories up though meant she might only be escaping to a split skull and a demon casually taking it's time. 

"Your wish has been granted." The creature repeated.

"Holy shit."

"Not exactly sweetheart, let me explain."

Mary would later point out that in no way did she allow the demon to do anything. Five foot tall human women don't allow nearly nine foot tall demons to do anything. The only thing she could have done to stop the demon from doing exactly what she planned would have been to cover her ears and scream at the top of her lungs and that probably would have just earned her one spectacular kicking of her ass.

The demon introduced herself as Stephanie, Stephanie Succubus. She apparently thought it her name was either hilarious or embarrassing. Either way despite her already red skin tone Mary could clearly make out that Stephanie was blushing at the mention of her name. Her tail was also whipping back and forth like an angry cat at the mention of her name. Stephanie was some kind of special sex demon and usually she punished rapists. Apparently granting wishes was something they did. There was someone she only referred to as 'That Man' who had instructed her to personally take care of this one. After that the gibberish started to make Mary's head hurt and she stopped really paying attention when it became obvious that the demon was more talking to hear herself than trying to communicate. "You'll find out what it's like to be him."

Mary heard that last part but she didn't get a chance to ask about it before Stephanie's eyes turned coal black and something wrapped around Mary. It was like being smothered by a cold, wet blanket. It was so thick it took every ounce of strength she could muster just to draw air into her lungs. After a few moments even that became too much work and she just let it push her down onto the carpet and eventually the world just went blank.

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Kris had his phone cradled between his shoulder and his ear trying his best to listen carefully to his girlfriend. The thing was there wasn't really anything he could do about this. It wasn't like he could show up at the hotel where she worked and beat her boss into a stain on the carpet. Actually he could, Kris had seen the guy a couple of times and he was nothing much. Average height, maybe a bit pudgy, had acne like he was still in middle school or something, looked winded from taking the stairs two flights instead of taking the elevator like the lazy fuck that he was. Kris could beat the man into a greasy paste. However he wouldn't and that was roughly the same thing. 

What exactly was he supposed to do about the fact that she worked for a jackass who took advantage of the fact that she was the junior employee working minimum wage. She was treated like a gopher but what did she expect? That was just how life was. More importantly, to him, at the moment, was why did she think that he gave a single fuck about that. It wasn't interesting, he had no advice to give her, he couldn't solve the problem and ultimately it was just whining that reminded him of his dog when he wouldn't play fetch. Just that pitch made him want to ram a screwdriver into his ears to prevent that noise from making it to his brain ever again.

He wasn't sure if she was starting to repeat herself because he wasn't listening and had occasionally forgotten that she couldn't see him nodding his head every so often or if the story was just so much like the thing that had upset her the week before and before that and at her old job that he actually knew the rest of the script. Whatever it was he was just about to queue up in League of Legends and that was going to require him shouting a bunch of idiots he'd probably never played with before nor would he play with again.

"Okay babe I'll talk to you tomorrow." He didn't wait for her to protest this time. That was the reason why what should have been a quick five or ten minute phone call had lasted fifty three minutes. He wasn't even sure why she insisted on him calling her when he got home from work. There wasn't a damn thing about his day that was remotely interesting; taking bread off trucks to be put on new trucks was about as repetitive and boring as anything could be. It wasn't a huge concession though so he called her as soon as he walked in the door almost every night and when he didn't he never heard the end of it. There wasn't anything in the world so important that he couldn't take a moment out to at least text her.

As soon as he phone left his ear he quickly silenced it and tossed it on a pillow where it wouldn't annoy him when she called him back and left him no fewer than three messages. He wasn't going to waste any time listening to them because he knew exactly what they were going to say. The first one would be polite asking him to call her back, the second would be angry telling him that he was an asshole and the last one would a sobbing half threat half apology where she told him that he was a jerk and should treat her better and she promised she wouldn't cry. 

All that could wait until after he'd finished pwning some noobs.

A familiar tingle on his scalp reminded Kris that she was right, he was being a bit of an ass but he really didn't feel like hearing her complain about things until one of them passed out. That just wasn't a particularly fun way to spend a night and it often seemed like the nights that weren't spent fucking her were spent listening to her gripe about how terrible her life was. Nothing, including him, seemed to make her life worthwhile and as hard as he tried not to take it personally it did hurt to constantly hear her talk about how horrible her life was. He knew he was supposed to just know somehow that she meant everything else in her life sucked and he was wonderful and the fact that she constantly told him that he sucked was . . . fuck it all. He didn't have time to worry about that right now.

"Hey all this is Doc T here, I'll be going mid with Annie and we'll be sailing to a quick and easy victory if you all remember to do your jobs and follow my lead." Sean sang into the headset doing his best impression of an airplane pilot. He smiled happily at the chorus of light chuckles and 'hell yeahs' while the rest of his team picked out their characters.

Fifteen minutes later he was sporting two kills, three assists, zero deaths and the center tower was only a single good push from destruction and for the first time in almost eight hours things were all as they should be. This wasn't going to last, in a half hour or so this game would be over and he'd crash then wake up and go back to his thankless job but right then he could smile.

Then the lights in his apartment flickered once, twice, thrice and went out. The apartment had close to nothing in the way of natural light, he was on the ground floor, the other buildings were close enough to block out whatever moonlight there was and the street lights were placed just far enough apart that Kris could see his window but damned if he could see anything between himself and the window. "FUCK!" He roared. He mad a point to gently set his laptop aside and make sure he wasn't tangled in any of the cords before he got up and stumbled his way over to the fridge. He had a cartoon of cookies n' cream ice cream and he'd be damned if he was going to let it melt without being eaten. 

He had only taken two steps when he felt a chill travel the length of his spine. There was someone, or something in the room with him. Reflexively he spun around in place searching for the invading presence expecting to find an extra cat. One of the window screens was loose and Kree was fond of bringing home friends. 

Instead he found a pair of glowing crimson eyes hovering near his window. "Kris Taylor, you have been chosen." A deep gravely voice called.

Kris quickly turned his head to the left and right hoping his eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough that he could see around his apartment. He wasn't so lucky though and he was still trusting his memory while he tried to move into the kitchen. He pushed a stool out of the way and started pawing his way deeper. "Chosen huh? For what?" Kris hoped that he didn't sound nearly as terrified as he felt. "I hope it was a Clearing House special, do you have one of those oversized checks for me?"

Beneath the floating glowing orbs or death a maw filled with teeth like tiny daggers yawned open glistening with saliva. "That's right. Make jokes. I can taste your terror."

Kris didn't own nearly enough silverware to justify all the drawers his place had, which was good. It gave him a perfectly place to keep the handgun his father had bought him on his eighteenth birthday. Kris silently made a note to make sure he pointed out to Aaron that having a loaded gun in the kitchen was in fact a life saver. Who said you couldn't learn things from all those spy shows? Kris slowly slid the drawer open and pulled the weapon into his hand, he'd practiced with it enough that it was simple muscle memory to chamber a round and turn the safety off. "Terror?" He forced a laugh. The truth was his heart was beating so fast that he could feel his pulse inside his head. "I'm not afraid of you."

He hadn't expected the thing at the far end of his apartment had a sense of humor but it obviously thought he'd told a fantastic joke the way it guffawed. Kris pointed his weapon and pulled the trigger. Normally he would have chastised anybody emptying an entire clip as quickly as he did but his blood was pumping molten terror through his veins. An inhuman scream brought a smile to his face. He'd hurt whatever it was and that meant he could kill it. He reached into drawer pulling out two more clips, one he tucked into his waistband the other he loaded into his weapon a smooth practiced motion walking confidently towards the creature squeezing off another few rounds at the same time.

"Fuck me." Kris realized his mistake just a moment before the creature in the room with him lunged forward and snatched wrapped its hands around both his wrists and lifted him off the ground. He'd hit his target a dozen times and it hadn't fallen down or retreated a single step. It shook him like a rag doll until he dropped the weapon and then flung him across the room. Kris's hip slammed into the edge of the island and his momentum carried him onto it sliding nearly to the opposite side before he stopped. 

Kris was reaching for a knife when something wrapped around his ankle and yanked him off the island slamming his head first against the island then the linoleum before releasing him. "Stop." It snarled. Kris tried to sit up but his head was spinning. He was bleeding, badly, enough that he could feel the warm fluid pooling beneath his neck and around his shoulders. He honestly had no idea how he was still conscious. 

The lights flickered back to life and he looked up to see a man standing over him. The man was dressed in a bright red suit with a red fedora tilted rakishly over one eye. Jet black hair cascaded down over his shoulder. Kris noted with a dim sense of satisfaction that the son of a bitch had several holes in his coat and one grazing his cheek. A few more inches to the left and the man's brains would have been splattered all over the wall.

The man reached down and locked his icy fingers around Kris's throat and lifted him up. Kris was already too weak to do much more than weakly claw at the man's wrist. "Let me go. " He hissed angrily.

"No." The man smirked slightly revealing his inhuman teeth again. "You really should be nicer to your girlfriend. I don't normally grant wishes but I promised my Pastor I'd do something good for the community."

Kris's hands fell limp at his sides as the world faded away. The last thing he thought he heard was the man strangling chuckling and then the entire world fell away completely. OoOoO Kris felt a sudden surge of energy flow into body and he was on his feet so fast That Man only had time to blink in amazement. "What are you?" He asked canting his head to one side. Equally confused Kris just shrugged at the inquiry and dropped into an almost forgotten fighting stance from when he'd practiced Kung Fu. His attacker looked more annoyed than impressed, something that changed when Kris flew forward aiming his foot toward the man's skull. The connection sounded like thunder and spun the man around fully. A broad smile played across Kris's features, he hadn't realized he was nearly that fast.

"You said earlier you could taste my terror." Kris was bouncing on the balls of his feet while he spoke. "I think it's time you tasted a bit of my rage!" Kris thumbed his nose and stepped forward launching an incredibly fast combination of punches alternating between the man's gut and jaw until That Man bent double. Kris grabbed the man by the shoulders and violently brought his knee and the man's face together repeatedly until he lost his grip and the man flew backwards and shattered through the coffee table. "Let me help you up." Kris snatched the man by the wrist and yanked him upright twisting his arm behind him in the process.


Swapped Ch. 01



"STOP!" That man screamed. Kris took a deep breath. It seemed like the air was literally infused with the terror of the man he was holding. It was the most euphoric feeling he could imagine and it was all around. "DON'T!" He shrieked again. It only made Kris twist harder. He didn't stop until a loud snap informed him the man's wrist was broken. Instead of stopping there Kris pulled the man's arm out straight and brought free hand down like a hammer on his elbow bending it the wrong direction and smiling at the same time. Then in a move that required far more flexibility than he should have been capable of he brought his foot up and slammed it against That Man's skull steadily applying more and more pressure. He was running on pure savage instinct without any clue what he expected to happen. "NO!" The man managed to squeal before his shoulder was dislocated and Kris released him.

"Stop. Don't. No." Kris's body vibrated with pleasure. "I'm sorry; I couldn't quite hear you over the sound of me kicking your ass."

"Kristina!"

Kris raised a brow at the voice that seemed to come from nowhere then turned his focus back to the man who as slowly backing towards the window cradling his broken and useless limb. "Do you know how many bones there are in the human body?" The man's red eyes shifted to blue and widened slightly. Even though only his arm was hurt the man was limping towards the window. "You don't know? Neither do I. What I do know is your skull," he tapped the side of his head for emphasis, "isn't actually a single bone. It's a bunch of bones that fuse together after birth and you also have three tiny little ones in your ear called the hammer, the anvil and the stirrup." The smile that carved itself into Kris's features rivaled anything the beast before him had given. "I wonder if I can break those."

"KRISTINA!" The voice was closer and louder this time but it still didn't come from anywhere.

"WHAT?!" Kris roared in response. There was no answer though, no acknowledgement of all. Before he had time to think about it too long his attention was called to the window where his victim was trying to escape. He was using his good arm to haul himself through the portal but it was a little small for a full grown man. "Are you trying to get away?" Kris stalked across the room like a predator and grabbed the man's ankle dragging him back through the window. When he had the man inside the room he dangled him upside down with surprising ease. He actually wasn't sure how he was managing but he really didn't care as he readied for a kick intended to shatter the man's ribs.

"KRISTINA ALLYSON ROSE! YOU GET UP RIGHT THIS INSTANT!!" 

Suddenly Kris was the two things he hated most in life. He was cold and wet. He sat up startlingly fast in his wondering where he was, why he was wet, why he was cold, why there was a small herd of stuffed animals in the bed beside him, why he had a poster of Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson on his wall with an incredibly sexy eyebrow quirked just so and who this mildly attractive blond standing over him with an empty mug was.

"You're going to be late if you don't get moving Kristina." The woman said in a matter of fact tone that left no room for questions. 

That was unfortunate because Kris's first battery of questions were still unanswered when a new batch bombarded his brain. His brain suddenly felt at least two sizes too large for his head but of all the questions flooding his mind there was just one at the forefront that drown out all the others with its insistent repetition. 

Why was he a woman?

WHY was HE a WOMAN?!

Seriously. WHY THE FUCK WAS HE A WOMAN?!?!

"You okay?" The blonde woman asked. Kris tried to focus on her face for a moment trying to figure out why the woman looked strangely familiar. "You know if you're late again Ramon is gonna fire your ass."

Kris closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I must have drank a fuck ton. I having some kind of crazy dream and it'll be just fine." Kris thought sliding out of bed. "My feet are so small, look at em." Kris wriggled his toes for a second noticing they were painted emerald green as well. "Cute." He'd meant to sound sarcastic, in his head, but he found he meant it.

"I'm fine Tina." There was no explanation for why Kris knew her name but he was certain that was her name. "Just a bit of a headache." He continued. 

Sara looked a bit concerned then shook her head. "Well go hop in the shower, I'll get breakfast going. Did Martin ever call you back?"

"My boyfriend." Kris thought warmly. Just the thought of that handsome golden brown devil brought a smile to his lips. Kris could even imagine Martin's strong arms wrapping around him and gently kissing his cheek.

The warm flame that had been building in his belly suddenly went ice cold when Kristina remembered why he'd been drinking the night before. She'd been drinking because that prick Martin couldn't be bothered to stay on the phone for while she complained about her job. Just listening to his voice made her feel better at the end of a long day. He didn't even really have to talk. Just having Martin sit on the other end of the phone listening to her gripe about her day let her know that she wasn't alone. Except that dick couldn't be bothered to listen to her and it wasn't even like he had any place to go. He just wanted to play his stupid zombie survival game. The one he couldn't be bothered teaching her to play because then he'd have one less place he could go to escape her.

"No." Kris barely trusted his voice not to break. 

Sara looked like she wanted to frown but she stopped herself and rolled her eyes. "You know he's an idiot but he means well." Kris couldn't clearly remember who this Sara person was just yet but she really wasn't a good liar. She certainly didn't think nearly as highly of Martin as Kristina did.

It had been so long since the last time he'd cried that the feeling itself was foreign. He fought the sudden urge to reach out and grab an oddly comforting looking bear dressed up like a gangster and instead walked to the bathroom. 

"I sleep like this?" Kristina said aloud examining her reflection. His hair was pulled into what he could only describe as a knot on the back of his head. "I wonder how long my hair is." With a hesitant frown Kris let down his hair and watched as it fell just his, her, whatever just below the reflection's shoulders. Kris's hair was straight, probably straightened since he was a couple shades lighter but still a chocolate delight, and it was also a shade of not quite blonde that didn't look natural either. It wasn't a bad look though. He could easily get used to the big green doe eyes staring back at him. Actually for having just rolled out of bed Kristina was a damn pretty woman.

Kris peeled the faded undershirt off taking a moment to savor the decidedly masculine scent trapped in its fibers and his mind wandered to Martin. Martin with his strong muscular arms and firm chest. Martin with his distracting smile and deep baritone voice. The mere thought of Martin made Kristina's lips curl into a happy smile and the memory of his strength caused a slightly different if oddly familiar sensation. 

"You've got to be fucking kidding." Kris grumbled. "I don't even know this Martin person and while he seems like a handsome enough gentlemen I don't swing that way." The insistent throbbing just below his hips, her hips, goddamn being gender bent was fucking confusing! The important part was Kris knew he was tying to convince himself that he wasn't hoping that Martin would call before it was time to go to work at Vons.

Kris finished undressing and pulled himself into the shower as a new battery of questions started in. He was okay, for the moment, with the fact that he was apparently a fairly attractive female. Kristina lived with Sara who unlike in real life apparently hadn't become a total bitch after her parents got divorced in third grade, or maybe they hadn't gotten divorced, or maybe Kristina wasn't as much of a prick as Kris. It didn't matter, they were friends and right now Sara was starting breakfast. Why was the thought of Martin almost magical? Why was he even dreaming this? Why was it so hard to think about anything but Martin?!

After trying spending a moment trying to sort his thoughts Kris gave in. He wasn't going to be able to think straight until he got rid of that ache. The warm water beating down on his sensitive nipples forced him to whimper. Kris closed his eyes and allowed his surprisingly soft hands to glide over the feminine form he was currently locked in. He wished he had the time or patience to take his time exploring his body. He had breasts, and hips and such tiny feet! Kristina had no idea why she was so mesmerized by her own feet complete with wriggling green painted toes. They were just so interest and if he wasn't on a time table with a pressing need he would have probably spent the rest of the day enjoying them.

Kris's legs just about buckled when his fingers lightly grazed over his clit. "Wow." His back pressed against the cool tiles of the shower wall he brushed the sensitive nub of flesh again and shivered. "No fucking way." Kris gasped thankful his legs didn't have to fully support him because they couldn't have as that next wave slammed him. "No wonder she's always telling me not so rough." Kris steeled himself and slid two slender digits between his slicked labia and for what felt like the first time, Kris experienced what it was like to have something inside him. Being a woman apparently had its upsides and this was high on the list.

"Kristina!" Kris's eyes snapped open, he wasn't sure how long he'd been in the shower but it was apparently longer than Kristina had to spare before being at work. And the water was starting to get cold. "Hurry up!" Kris finished his shower. He'd never noticed his nipples being nearly this sensitive drying off before.

Getting dressed was a lot simpler when you were a man. Kris spent several minutes and another shout from Sara trying to figure out how the fuck he was supposed to fasten a bra behind his back. For a second he thought about asking for help but decided against it instead tossing the bra in with the dirty clothes and pulling on the dark blue polo shirt and beige khakis. There were less flattering looks, the pants didn't do much to show off his, her, Kristina's legs and the shirt made the slight gut look a lot bigger than it actually was but he'd still fuck that. 

Back in the bedroom Kris spun around several times trying to figure out where the fuck Kristina hid the shoes. On a whim he shut the door and gasped. She had a lot of shoes. Like five pairs across (They were so tiny!), and seven down. Heels, sneakers, sandals, things Kris wasn't sure the proper name for. It was a major choice overload by comparison to his real life where he had precisely four pairs of shoes. Dress shoes for special occasions, work boots for no real reason, flip flops because he never threw them away after a year spent swimming and regular black shoes for everyday. The dress shoes actually had a noticeable coating of dust on them. There wasn't time, a fact Kris was finding increasingly annoying with each passing minute, to do much more than pick something that looked comfortable and go with it so he settled on pair of soft looking black shoes.

"You're really cutting it close. I hope traffic is on your side." Sara thrust something wrapped in a paper towel at Kristina as she passed. Whatever it was it was warm and it smelled syrupy and delicious. In a motion so smooth it must have just been muscle memory Kristina swooped her keys off the rack and dashed out the door taking the steps two at a time all the way down to the garage. 

Kris was both impressed that he knew which car he was and pissed off that he was right when he walked over to a lemon yellow modern Volkswagen Beatle and started it up. It was definitely roomier than he remembered them being but Kristina seemed to be at least five or six inches shorter than Kris which probably explained that. 

The ride to work was quick and painless. A surprise since Kris didn't really have any idea where he was going and got there by the same ingrained memory that guided him to the right car. It lead him to a surprisingly close parking spot behind a dumpster and straight to a locker that was opened with the password to get into Wily's Castle in Megaman IV with a visor decorated with Legend of Zelda pins. Kristina wasn't an entirely unlikeable woman. 

"You're cutting it a little close Ms. Rose." Kris didn't need to turn around to know that was Peter, her boss and all around prick. 

"I know but I'm on time." Kristina knew better than to take that tone with her boss but she couldn't quite help herself. 

Kristina was almost to the door when Peter spoke. "Wait, before you go out on the floor I need you to clean up the ladies' room.

"Of course." Kristina replied with as much of a smile as he could muster. She was reasonably certain that cleaning the rest room wasn't part of her job description and there people here before her shift started. People who Peter didn't expect to haul that stupid three wheeled bucket that would spill everywhere if you didn't balance it just all the way through the store to clean up what was probably the result of a sick child, a backed up toilet or some horrible combination of the two.

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Stephanie knelt down beside Mary and gently ran her fingers down over the prone woman's cheek. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so rough." She placed a soft kiss on Mary's forehead and the cold damp feeling was gone. 

The fear fled along with it replaced with comforting warmth and a hint of curiosity. Now that Mary wasn't trying to flee for her life and she wasn't certain that death was only a few heart beats away her pulse slowed and she was able to actually look at Stephanie. In her terror she hadn't really noticed how deliciously proportioned Stephanie was. For one thing Stephanie wasn't nearly as monstrously tall as she'd looked earlier; it must have been fear making her appear like a giantess instead of just a tall woman. 

Stephanie cupped Mary's cheek and Mary followed it's warmth until it led her to Stephanie's lips. Kissing a woman wasn't at all like a man, not like Kris anyway. Stephanie's lips were soft and she tasted just like smelled, faintly of brown sugar and cinnamon. When her tongue slipped against Mary's it was more like dancing than the dominance display her male lovers gave. It was so encompassing that she didn't even notice Stephanie undressing her until their lips were forced to part for a few fractions of a second and Mary was the one who ended it.

Mary closed her eyes drinking in the woman's essence. Her hands seemed to move independent of her thoughts unfastening her pants and wriggling out of them while Stephanie unfastened Mary's bra. Together the two managed to get Mary out of her socks so both their bare bodies could touch from head to toe.

Everywhere Mary's body touched Stephanie's was warm, almost hot to the touch, a good heat, like a sweater fresh out of the dryer brushing against her breasts, gliding against her belly, sliding between her legs. Stephanie's agile fingers painted lines of pleasure starting at Mary's shoulders and ending at the small of her back before returning to her shoulders. Mary found herself craving that warmth, so she intertwined her legs with Stephanie's and wrapped her arms around the succubus. Even the air the woman breathed seemed infused with that intoxicating warmth. It filled Mary's chest each time her breasts swelled with Stephanie's essence.

There was even music playing. Mary had no idea where it was coming from or what song it was only that had a beat that seemed to move straight to her hips. She couldn't stop her hips from gyrating against Stephanie's firm thigh. The succubus was elated to oblige her human victim twisting so she was a top Mary.

The music grew louder but instead of becoming more distinct it became an angry buzz. Instead of coming from some undetermined location it was coming from right to Mary's left where it hid behind Stephanie's straight black hair. Mary's arm shout out angrily through Stephanie's ebony tresses to swat whatever was making that obnoxious noise. It a moment but she found the offending hunk of plastic-

-and wrapped a very masculine paws around an alarm clock and stopped just shy of hurling it against the wall. Mary would have sat up but she was already sitting in a huge recliner with one hairy leg thrown over the arm rest. "Okay." Mary pushed herself up and out of the recliner and onto feet that weren't quite steady beneath her. Those feet nearly moved from beneath her but she steadied herself on the wall and noticed why those legs didn't really want to carry her. There was a half empty bottle of vodka right next to the recliner. "Well okay." Mary took another unsteady step then swallowed hard and got her balance.

She really wasn't that drunk, her head was just spinning a little. That might have more to do with the hairy bulging arms extending from a Stone Cold tee shirt stretched over a broad chest than any amount of alcohol. Mary took a moment then and shoved an obviously oversized hand down into the torn denim jeans wrapping her frigid fingers around her slightly undersized cock yelping in shock at the same time. 

"No wonder Kris always gets so cross when I grab him with cold hands. That sucks!" Mary gasped. She didn't let go though, curiosity made her pull out her cock. For a few minutes she stood in wonder weighing her testicles in her still cold hands causing them to shrivel away. She lightly slapped and stroked it gasping when it seemed to lurch on it own. She was about to begin some more intense experiments when a familiar pressure notified her that she needed to use the bathroom.

"How am I supposed to!" Mary cried unable to aim her now erect penis at the toilet. She tried standing on one foot, turning around and leaning over, leaning over and balancing one hand against the bathroom wall (swearing she'd bleach her hands afterward) and nothing seemed to get that stubbornly rigid piece of flesh pointed at the toilet. She thought about waiting until it became more pliable on it's own but she had no clue when or if that would happen. Kris certainly made it seem like there was only a single cure for an erection and there was no time for that. She was already squeezing uncomfortably tight. It took a few more minutes of frustratingly trying to force her suddenly masculine form to twist into positions she used to find easy before she gave up whipped the shower curtain out of the way and relieved her bladder. She silently made a note not to give Kris such a hard time the next time she caught him.

She'd barely finished when Martin's cock softened in her grasp rendering the entire gymnastic routine and surrender to her pragmatism a little more humiliating in hindsight.

An angrily growling stomach that sounded more like an angry bear than any sound that should come from a human interrupted the rest of Martin's thoughts though. When said same bear apparently started trying to claw its way past the Shiki Fuujin keeping the Reibi no Kuma from ravaging the land in search of pineapple and sausage pizza.

That sequence of thoughts was immediately disturbing. Mary hadn't watched anime since Dragon Ball killed off Frieza, she didn't know any Japanese, certainly not enough to think about a bear without a tail, and demon bear sealed in her stomach would have been a concern if not for the even more disturbing and enticing thought moving around her mind.

Pineapple and sausage pizza?! What the fuck was wrong with Martin that made him crave that kind of twisted food at . . . she had no idea what time it was but it was too early for pizza of any sort. It would be too early for pineapple and sausage pizza until long after naught but dust and bones.




Swapped Ch. 01



That was another strange turn of phrase for Martin but she didn't want to 'go Reibi' so she pushed that question aside and walked to the kitchen. The fridge was devoid of actual food. A half pizza with pineapples, cherries and pepperoni sat next to a six pack of beer. Her mind and her stomach were having quiet the conflict over that pizza but her stomach eventually triumphed and three slices were tossed on a paper plate bound for the microwave while she continued to search for something normal to eat. There was a gallon of milk and an almost empty two liter bottle of Mountain Dew Code Red. 

Five minutes later Mary was right back where she'd woken with the foot rest kicked up and the television on. The pizza was amazing, sweet, salty, juicy and greasy, all the important food groups in each bite. Once he was full Mary settled let his/her thoughts to flow again.

She was a man now, a fairly handsome, well endowed, just slightly overweight man. Actually she was fairly certain that she was more than just well endowed and if Martin didn't have hands like baseball mitts it wouldn't look so small. He was immediately tempted to call Rachel for a booty call, that five foot nothing Asian beauty was always great when Martin's ego needed a bit of stroking. It didn't hurt that she was always more than willing to fake an accent and tell him he was hung like Godzilla and would never fit. Martin quickly rattled off a few more facts about Rachel, the Boston born (and boy did she sound it sometimes) Japanese American who had a long time friends with benefits relationship with Martin.

Mary paused and took a deep breath taking a moment to sort out why she was where she was. A quick pinch confirmed she either wasn't dreaming or wasn't waking up. She was also fairly certain that she'd been awake when she ran into that freaky sexy demon chick after . . . it was fight . . . a fight about something. Her mind refused to focus on why she'd been so upset but she could remember wishing that Kris knew what it was like to be her before that red hot hottie had appeared. 

Martin's shoulders sank as a frightening thought crossed her mind. She'd made a wish to a demon when she was pissed off at . . . someone for reasons she couldn't quite fathom. What if and this was just a working theory until something a little less stupid stumbled into his mind but what if that crazy ten foot tall fit big breasted black haired sex pot who smelled of brown sugar and cinnamon had changed her into a man?

She chuckled at the possibility for a moment. The chuckles were beaten back by laughter which in turn were drown by guffaws. The guffaws themselves were slaughtered by rib splitting howls that were finally in turned ruthlessly massacred by deafening sobs completely with molten tears searing their way over his cheeks. Martin couldn't remember the last time he'd cried, a fact he took no small measure of pride in but it was a tiny bit cathartic. If anybody had seen that he personally rip out their spins and play the back nine with their eyeballs but in the absence of witnesses it was okay. 

Mary savored the mental image of ripping Kyle's spine out for minute. It was a nice image.

"Okay, trapped in the body of a man. I'm clearly being punished for not being a good girlfriend and I need to find that succubus and make her," that thought quickly leapt to another more immediate thought, "how strong am I?"

An hour later Martin was pleased to confirm that moving furniture no longer required calling up friends who demanded beer or booty for their services, running a three miles was painful but not impossible and the top shelf where all the big cups were stored didn't require getting a foot stool or climbing on the counter. Being a man had some upsides. 

Two hours later Martin had stumbled over his video game collection and Mary was in awe. She didn't have a poor collection herself but Martin apparently spent a fair bit of his money on games because he had more games for each system than she had period. Martin decided to settle on L.A. Noire because Mary had never finished it, grabbed the six pack of beer (there wasn't much point in getting up once he got comfortable was there?) set a bowl of Cheetoes on the coffee table snuggled down as deep as that recliner would let him go and set out to bring justice to the world.

And his phone rang.

And the ring tone was 'Get the Party Started' by Pink.

And Martin didn't want to answer the phone but Sheila wasn't one to give up. She'd try his land line, both of them, then his cell phone a few more times, there'd be a message. It was really very troublesome and the quickest and easiest thing to do was answer the phone so he did. "Hey Sheila, how are you." Apparently Sheila was starting to learn to sandwich the shit between something sweet because she started off her rant by telling him that she'd bought a new pair of shoes that were super cute. She caused a good dozen or so investigations of scum to go awry, two bad chases, and a dozen easily avoided deaths while she bitched about her mother. There were details, it involved spaghetti, tomato sauce, diabetes, cooking, a lack of appreciation for hard work and Martin was doing his best to remember to grunt at appropriate intervals. He must have done a fairly good job because the sweetness at the end was that she was heading over to his place.

Martin was down four beers and closing in on an arsonist when the front door opened. He didn't set down the controller, he didn't even turn his head, there wasn't need and more importantly there wasn't time. A drug dealing piece of shit was leading Phelps on a merry rooftop chase and if he blinked he'd screw it up and have to start over.

"Hi baby!" Martin could just about see his girlfriend out of the corner of his eye. She hadn't come straight from work unless she started putting on make up for work, including fire engine red lipstick that got on everything and let Martin know that he'd had a good raunchy fuck the next morning when he founded it smeared all over his cloths, his sheets, throat, cock and random other bits of flesh and furniture. She had on blue eye shadow that would start to run once she built up a sweat.

"Hey." Martin replied careful to keep his focus where it belonged on the television though he was leveraging his way to his feet. She'd get fussy if she thought he was paying more attention to that 'damn game' than to her. The truth was if she'd shown up a little later or a little earlier he'd be at a spot where it was easier to spot but she'd just have to bare with him for a few minutes while he wrapped things up.

She dodged the blind kiss he tried plant on her cheek, forehead, temple, shoulder, really whatever body part happened to align itself with his lips. He wasn't picky about such things. Inwardly Mary frowned, the game really could wait and Sheila had gone through all the trouble of getting made up and coming over. To get laid. Martin finished the thought. She's not doing me a favor and she can wait five minutes without getting huff. Mary couldn't really argue with that and more importantly the drug dealing bastard had turned around and knocked Phelps on his ass in the few seconds she'd allowed her minds to wander and Sheila really could wait the few minutes it would take to finish up.

It was actually closer to fifteen minutes before Martin finished up that segment. It would have been faster but Sheila had taken a beer and gotten him killed in the process. She knew good and well that he kept a bottle of that pussy Malibu Rum she liked in the fridge for her so he had no clue why she was looking at his beer let alone touching it. It made no sense.

Sheila didn't seem to be too upset about the wait. Certainly not so upset that she didn't instantly drop that fussy look from her face when Martin grabbed her by her midriff bared by a dress shirt knotted beneath her breasts and pulled her up against her not quite kissing her but instead enjoying her emerald eyes. "You're beautiful." Martin whispered and pulled her the last inch into a kiss. 

Martin was only gentle with his raven haired beauty for a heart beat before lifting her up. Instinctively she wrapped her slender legs around his middle letting him remove a skin tight black pencil skirt that he hadn't even bothered glancing at. He was equally uninterested in her panties with the words 'Just 4 U' emblazoned across her ass. She didn't have much time to frown about it though, not with his tongue invading her mouth nor with his hands groping her ass roughly while carrying her through the house to his bed.

The petite woman didn't protest at all when Martin all but dropped her onto his mattress grinning as she bounced twice before settling into place. He peeled his shirt off and tossed aside taking an extra moment to shed his pants because Mary hadn't taken the time earlier to inspect every inch of his/her glorious naked body. If she hadn't already been in it she'd certainly be looking forward to being wrapped around his trimmed form. Sheila seemed to agree judging by the way she splayed her legs open and stared up at him invitingly.

Mary knew that look well even if she'd never been on the receiving end before. Being able to look down at a woman pleading with her eyes to be taken suddenly made it obvious why Kris lost track of whatever he was thinking of right. The dark skinned beauty rolled onto her belly cupping Martin's scrotum and urging her towards her red painted lips wrapping them around his cock. Mary watched the small woman's lips strain to handle Martin's endowment pushing as far as she could manage before coming up for air. Each time she went down Mary could see how much more Sheila managed to devour because each attempt left a new lipstick ring. Kris's stupid request to wear make up and make eye contact . . . maybe not stupid. Without even thinking about it Mary grabbed Sheila by the hair and pulled and held her down while Martin's cock throbbed. 

"Don't close your eyes." Mary/Martin barked and Sheila obeyed. Martin's grip tightened for a moment keeping his girlfriend from retreating from the torrent of cum he was firing down her throat. She was smiling. As much as she could with her lips stretched around his cock. Her she had a single black tear painting a line down each cheek and a tiny bit of semen and saliva drooled out of the corner of her mouth. When Martin finally released her Sheila stayed in place a moment longer diligently squeezing the last drop of cum onto her outstretched tongue before swallowing.

"Did I do good?" Using Martin's cock like a little leash Sheila pulled him into bed beside her and kissed him. Mary reflexively pulled back slightly before Martin relaxed back into kissing his cock sucking whore a girlfriend. Martin tried to smother Mary's thoughts but they were at the forefront of her/his mind. She didn't want to kiss Sheila! She knew exactly where that mouth had been just seconds ago. Kris never made her feel dirty after that, of course he makes me do much nastier things than suck cock. It wasn't even the taste or anything, just the thought but Martin's lust eventually pushed Mary's thoughts back into corner and returned to kissing Sheila.

Sheila twisted her hips rolling Martin beneath her in the process. Her eyes locked with Martin's as she sat down on his cock. Sheila's mouth fell open without a single sound escaping from. Martin gripped her small waist sinking his fingers into her firm flesh pacing her. The look in her eyes was at once frustrated and excited. Mary instantly felt the rush of power in denying Sheila, feeling the small woman trying to force her hips to move faster and deeper. "Don't be so mean Martin." Sheila whimpered. Martin held her perfectly still for a second enjoying the way her inner walls desperately clamped down on his cock then let her go. Sheila rode him hard enough that the bed creaked, her buttocks clapped against his thighs and her smallish breasts seemed to almost vibrate instead of bouncing.

Then it happened. Sheila raked her nails down Martin's chest leaving sets of long angry red scratches in his flesh and screamed. Her body constricted around Martin at the same time. It was only Mary's second orgasm in her male, in Martin's; her mind couldn't quite untangle the gender identity in the middle of the pleasure. Martin let his eyes glide shut for a moment.

When they opened Sheila was curled around him, one arm was slung across his chest, one of her legs was intertwined with his and her head was on his shoulder. "So I guess you want to get back to your game?" Sheila tried sounding considerate instead of disappointed.

Martin started to open his mouth. He really did want to get back to finishing his game. Mary shut his mouth and kissed Sheila's forehead and pulled the sheets around them both. The game would still be there when she, he, they, whatever woke up.



Swapped Ch. 02



Kristina wasn't certain how she'd managed to go the entire day without saying anything rude to that piece of human excrement but she'd managed it. Managed it after cleaning the ladies room, emptying all of the trash bins, tidying up the break room, retrieving shopping carts from the parking lot and then dressing down all the shelves in the store. She'd ignored through sheer force of will the fact that Peter was drooling over her and probably had her emptying trash cans and dressing down shelves so she'd have to lean over.

It didn't matter that she'd gotten through the day by fantasizing that her boyfriend, Ryan, would accidently tip a shelf over onto Peter. The idea had crossed her mind a couple times to see if she could move one of the caution signs and watch him slip. The only thing that stopped her from doing it was a nagging feeling that this might not be a crazy dream. It certainly seemed a more realistic than the idea that she was actually a man whose house was broken into by a bullet proof man dressed like an extra from a Michael Jackson video. 

She'd stopped to pick up a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup Blizzard and taken the long way home on top of that. Kristina didn't want to admit it but she was really just killing time in the hope that Jacob would call and invite her over. The last thing she wanted to do was spent the night alone. The chances of him calling though were pretty low. The only reason Jacob would call was if he needed a quick fuck, or a long fuck. Either way he wasn't the type who'd call just to talk about his day.

There wasn't anything else to occupy her mind so Kristina let her mind dwell on that for a moment. She was with a man who didn't seem to have much use for anything but her outside of sex. He didn't tell her she was beautiful, he didn't ask her about her day, half the time when she called him to vent he was too busy doing whatever the fuck he was doing to pay any attention to her...and there were here tiny feet skipping along the sidewalk. Jacob was a jerk.

Except for the times that he wasn't one and he managed to make the world seem like it revolved around her. Like when he insisted on being the first person to wish her a happy birthday each year so he'd make sure he spent the night before with her and if he couldn't do that he'd call her just before midnight. Jacob loved to write her long and often lewd letters promising what he was going to do when they went on vacation and he always lived up to his promises of bubble baths, chocolate strawberries and kissing her from head to toe. Growing up with three sisters had given him a excellent eye for women's clothing, shoes in particular and an ability to do women's hair that he swore he kill her if she let out. Only he seemed to accidentally let it slip frequently around her female friends. Kristina was aware that the only reason he bothered doing her hair, nails and dressing her was because he got off on treating her like a real life fetish Barbie doll but that didn't matter. If he was going to take the time to wash her hair and pamper her dressing up like Lara Croft, Chun Li, Sailor Moon or whatever video game, cartoon character had his cock hard that week was an 'equitable transaction' as he'd say. Now if only those days came more than a couple times a year and if he didn't treat her like a cum receptacle most of the days between.

An angry slurping noise alerted Kristina that she was out of shake, out of stupid turns to make to avoid going home in the hopes that he'd call and her mind was coming back around to the certainty that she wasn't supposed to be a she. In fact everything was wrong, she knew the streets but couldn't remember any of the names but she didn't know her address. She knew Kris's though, and a bunch of other very specific things about him where all her personal memories were a little vague.

Instead of going home Kristina pulled into the park and climbed to the top of jungle gym. It was odd, Kristina was having a hard time believing in the delusion that she was a man but she certainly remembered climbing to the top of this being a lot more like jumping and pulling straight to the top instead of weaving between the bars. She also distinctly remembered not being able to navigate the bars like a spider monkey. Both had there advantages but it was an interesting contrast. 

Kristina let her eyes drift up to the sky, the sun was just about to set. If she stood up she'd be able to see it set behind the mountains instead of a row of houses. There'd be another tomorrow though and she was more interested in her questions for the moment.

"Why am I a woman?" Kristina asked the sky. Of course the quickly darkening sky offered only stars. "That would be useful if I spoke Twinkle Twinkle." 

"Actually the proper term is Celestial." The sudden intrusion startled Kristina sending her tumbling awkwardly down to the bottom of the jungle gym. Somehow she managed to land flat on her back with her legs still caught on the bottom bars, more embarrassed than hurt. "Are you okay?!" The woman who just a moment before had startled Kristina half to death ran over and sank to her knees gently cradling her head. "I didn't mean to frighten you."

Kristina had to close her eyes to keep the world from spinning but she managed a nod. "Just a little disoriented, that would be fun if I did it on purpose." She forced a smile as she opened her eyes. The woman holding Kristina's head was striking. Her red hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she was wearing a suit skirt that looked entirely out of place on a playground. 

"Oh good." If Kristina hadn't been certain people could blush at will he would have sworn that was exactly what had happened there. It looked too practiced and she thought the woman's eyes flashed momentarily before she looked away. It was impossible. The woman didn't seem to have any idea what was appropriate to do with her hands though so she fidgeted them back and forth ultimately settling on pressing her index fingers together. "Can you stand?"

Kristina could stand. The fact that Kris was perfectly happy with his head in a woman's lap was another matter entirely. She had a strange, beautiful quality that Kristina had to take an extra second to absorb and it seemed as absurd as her earlier thoughts. The woman's face was entirely too perfect, not too beautiful, she was beautiful but like she'd fallen out of a painting with her high cheekbones, full lips and strong eyes. "Yes." Kristina said after an uncomfortable silence. "So you speak Twinkle Twinkle?"

"Celestial." The rose to her feet in a single smooth motion that looked impossible even in the sensible heels she was wearing. Kristina was certain she didn't look nearly as graceful using the jungle gym as leverage to pull herself upright. "And yes I can speak a little of it. Not much." Kristina started to laugh but the woman's didn't sound like she was joking. 

"Okay, I'll bite. What are they saying?" 

The woman smiled and turned her gaze up toward the sky. "Right now it's just hello." Kristina rolled her eyes. "They're usually quiet until they're more of them out though and I only understand some of it." The woman was insane. The idea of being alone in the dark with a crazy person wasn't comforting but Kristina would have preferred that to what came next. "They're of course very curious about you Kris."

It was fortunate Kristina was still holding onto the jungle gym because her knees buckled. "What did you just call me?"

"I called you Kris. That's your name." The woman replied. 

Kristina steadied herself. "Okay, what makes you say that?" 

The woman's eyes narrowed angrily and this time Kristina was certain she'd saw them flicker from emerald to ruby for a second. Tiny angry lines spread around her eyes and mouth but they all faded away and were replaced with a smile so obviously counterfeit it was alarming. "Let's not play stupid Kris. We both know you have above average spiritual awareness." Kristina blinked. "So you can drop the act."

Kristina took a step back slowly backing away from the obvious mental patient and trying to estimate how far she was from her car. The woman was between her and the car running away from the woman would just lead her farther into the park back towards the trees. She didn't want to run towards the trees, the trees were a bad place. "I'm not acting." Kristina's eyes dashed left and right hoping for an out and finding none, none but the trees that suddenly seemed closer, darker and more foreboding than a few moments before. 

"Of course you're not. You only instantly realized you were in Dreamscape and hurt That Man before he realized you were control of your space." She took a step forward but the world seemed to shift closing the gap between them far more than her stride. "You could have actually wounded him if you hadn't woken when you did."

"Lady I have no idea what you're talking about." Kristina glanced to her car on final time and made up her mind. She could make it, she turned and sprinted towards her car fumbling then juggling her keys along the way. 

She'd covered less than half the distance when the woman sort of shifted into her path, her feet didn't move she just slid and was there. "Really? You intend to run from me?" Kristina gasped and leapt backward covering a lot more ground than she'd expected and skidding a few more feet on the soft grass. There wasn't time to figure out how she'd managed that though, she pivoted on towards the trees and ignored the long shadows as she dashed away from the woman. Kristina didn't know she could run as fast as she was moving. The trees seemed to just be blurs on the edges of her vision. She had no idea how she was dodging them all either but it didn't matter. The only thing that was important was getting away from that woman.

The woman who was out of sight and not following her.

Actually the only things in sight were trees and in a few spots where fences raised up and out of sight. It was impossible. The entire park wasn't big enough to get lost in. The trees were just thick enough to conceal you from and random strangers so drug deals, sex and occasionally worse things happened back here. It wasn't an endless forest!

Kristina spun around hoping to see the way she'd come so she could return back the way she came but every direction looked exactly the same. After spinning around a few times she finally gave up and picking a direction and walking in the hopes that she'd find the edge of the forest.

OoOoO

Martin woke up to the smell of bacon frying and pots clattering. That was certainly an unusual but pleasant way to take up. Except for the fact that last he checked the only food in the house was pizza and liquor and there was nobody around to be cooking anything. He was nude, but that wasn't particularly surprising, he never wore more than his boxers to sleep anyway. The only reason he slipped on a pair of sweat pants was the off chance he was going to need the baseball bat he slipped from under his bed. His father had always insisted on him keeping a weapon encase of rapists. Something that seemed a little silly now that he thought about it. Nobody ever broke into houses and raped men.

I'm actually supposed to be a woman.

Martin shrugged the odd thought aside and stepped out of his room and into the hallway. He hadn't heard it before but there was music playing, irritatingly sweet pop music. Something he wished he hadn't heard because now he'd have that obnoxious tone jaunting around his head for hours if not longer. "Okay, you do know breaking and entering is..."

Whatever Martin had started saying was lost when he stepped into his kitchen and Sheila was there. She'd done something to the island involving flowers, fruits, silverware and plates he had for when his parents came over (so never) and even his actual glass glasses but the actual eye catch was her.

Sheila was wearing a pair of open toed red strap heels and an apron she'd gotten him as a joke years before that said 'F*CK THE CHEF' across the chest. Other than a pair of purple ribbons pulling her hair back into pigtails she that was all she was wearing. "Morning sleepy head!" Martin would have sworn it was her and not the lights illuminating the room from the smile she gave him. She came bounding across the room to wrap him up in a hug. "I thought you might like breakfast but you never keep anything in the fridge."

Martin set the bat down on a counter as inconspicuously as he could manage and wrapped his arms around her. She smelled like bacon, which brought his attention back to the stove. "I totally forgot to make you do the walk of shame last night didn't I?" Being a smart ass earned him a jab in the shoulder with a spatula as Sheila pulled away and practically danced back to the stove.

"Yes you forgot to kick me out." Sheila smiled. "And you got eggs and bacey coming right up." She popped her hips back moving up onto her toes and glancing suggestively over her shoulder. "And if you're good maybe I can squeeze you in before I have to go to work."

There were apparently worse things than forgetting to send your girlfriend home so you could sleep in and eat cold pizza while watching television.

Martin wasn't about to argue with a free breakfast so he politely sat down at the island and remained quiet for almost an entire minute. "Do we have to listen to this crap?" It wasn't just the cheery tone, now that he was closer to it he could hear the lyrics. It was some girl band about how you don't need a man to be happy and any of them could replace a man in a second. You'd think not playing 'I hate men' music at your boyfriend's house would be common sense. Just like it was common fucking sense that he kept his porn hidden in an old shoebox under his bed.

That wasn't what Sheila wanted to hear. She didn't say anything, she silently stalked over to the IPod and jabbed her finger at it a few times before returning to the stove. Martin wasn't an expert on body language but he recognized that tight shoulders, tensed butt cheeks, close elbows look generally preceded her acting like he'd done something wrong. It was too damn early to be dealing with this shit though. 

The idea of apologizing crossed Martin's mind but he didn't have anything to be sorry about. So he grabbed the remote and turned on the television drowning out whatever music she had turn to. Sheila maintained her silence, which was better than bitching at him like he'd expected. Martin jumped slightly when she slammed a plate in front of him breaking the delicate yolks of his eggs over easy. "Great, they broke." He thought he'd said that to himself but the angrily huff Sheila stormed off in suggested otherwise. 

The last thing he was going to do though was let his, four...why was there so much food on his plate? He wasn't about to let it go cold while she acted unreasonably. There was no point in letting good food get cold though.

"I'll just see if Alex is interested in a nooner!" Sheila thundered as she stormed towards the door.

"Goddamnit." The only reason Martin got up at all was Mary insisting he go after her and apologize. The truth was he didn't want to deal with whatever her petty ten o'clock in the morning bullshit was. If she needed to go fuck Alex or Brad or Jason on the way home to work through whatever that shit was fine. It was just sex. 

He caught up to her halfway to her car and hugged her from behind. "Just let me go!" She wriggled but more against him than trying to escape. "You fall asleep after sex and I forgive you, I wake up to cook you breakfast and you complain about my music, I put our food together so I can sit in your lap and feed you and you bitch about broken yolks." Sheila crossed her arms over his. 

She could see his expression so she missed both the smile at the idea of being fed and the annoyed eye roll at her attitude in general. "I'm sorry." Martin wasn't certain if he actually meant it or not.

"You mean it?"

"Yeah, c'mon. Let's go back to the apartment, finish eating." Martin pressed his lips right beneath her ear. Right on the sweet spot. It was like an on switch. Martin could feel the difference. Her entire body warmed a few degrees and pressed back against him. "And then we can have a nice nooner of our own."

I'm sorry, lets fuck wasn't the what she wanted to hear.

Sheila elbowed Martin hard in the ribs. "I should have known you weren't sorry! You know I'm gonna let Alex have my ass, just like you always want!" She shouted. Any thoughts Martin had of following her were killed by the accusing stares of his neighbors. That sent him scurrying back to his apartment where his food was cold. The toast and bacon were salvageable so he slid them onto a separate plate and walked over to the couch.

In the moment he took to grab the remote That Man appeared beside him. He was wearing a vibrant blue suit, sporting a goatee and small round orange tinted glasses. "Not so easy being a man is it?" Martin leapt back slamming his head against the wall and sliding back into place. Before he could move again That Man reached out and slapped one hand across his chest holding him down. "Relax. I'm not here to hurt you. You made a wish and one of my associates saw fit to grant it." He smiled and Martin felt like the air had been sucked from the room. "Of course she didn't know at the time you were cursing a boy with the Gift." Knotting Martin's shirt around his fist That Man pulled Martin close and inhaled. "You have a touch of it as well. Figures." Martin was flung across the room landing in a heap beneath his television. "Okay, cute." His eyes shifted to flat gold. "That explains why things are unraveling so quickly." Martin started to fidget. "Stay there. I'll have to talk to my protégé about this in the future. Normally this whole Freaky Friday gimmick just sort of shunts your souls around, gives you a couple days to figure your shit out and despite the Hollywood gooblydegook about you learning an important life lesson, in your case it would be that your boyfriend loves you very much. And you know that which is why you put up with him even when he doesn't feel like dealing with your whiny crybaby bullshit. Oh and it probably wouldn't kill you to at least suggest an activity or two or volunteer to be dressed up since you seem to like that." That Man's smile grew and the room darkened a bit. "Unfortunately with you two it's not doing that and will become permanent in a few hours. I won't bore you with the details though. Just go unfuck this." When That Man snapped his fingers the world went white and Martin found himself lying in the middle of a forest staring up at Kristina.

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Kristina hefted the thick branch up overhead and brought it down aiming straight for Martin's skull. She missed by less than an inch because Martin rolled to one side snatching the stick away. "The fuck is the matter with you? You just see someone and try to bash their brains out?" He was on his feet in an instant. Kristina fell and started scooting back away from Martin until a tree blocked her escape route. Stick still in hand Martin marched forward. "I asked you a question!" He reared back like a baseball player and swung the branch as hard as he could. The only thing Kristina was fast enough to was curl into ball and wait for the blow. She heard it crack against the tree showering her with splinters. "I won't miss next time."

"I'm sorry!" Kristina cried out. She hated how terrified she was, hated that she couldn't stop the tears clouding her vision. "Don't hurt me." She whimpered.

"Get up." Martin grumbled. Kristina did as she could as quickly as she could manage. "So you're stuck here too?" Kristina nodded and sobbed. "Stop crying. It's annoying and it's not helping a damn thing."

Kristina glared up Martin angrily. He a foot or more taller than she was, she was barely staring him in his moderately attractive smooth hairless chest. "Shut up!" If she had any control at all over her tears she wouldn't be crying, she would let a single tear flow but she couldn't and him yelling at her holding the remnants of his weapon. "I said shut up."




Swapped Ch. 02



"I can't!" Kristina screamed. Without thinking about she flung her body at Martin pounding her fists against his chest. She wanted to rip his heart out but she didn't seem to be capable of hitting him with these tiny fists hard enough to get more than a chuckle out of him. 

"Just tell me when you're done and we can start working on something constructive." Martin looked down at the pathetic little woman pounding against him. She was cute enough, or would have been if her eyes weren't puffy and red from a stream of useless tears. 

Kristina took a step back wound her arm as far as it would go and slapped Martin across his smug face so hard his head snapped to the side. "I think I'm done now." She hissed angrily.

For a moment Martin stood perfectly still more stunned than hurt. It did hurt however, he was certain the entire side of his face was going to be an angry red. "Ouch." He raised his hand up to his cheek. A flood of thoughts moved through his mind several of which involved violence but he finally settled on dropping what was left of his weapon and taking a step back. "Okay, fair enough. Now what is this place and why are we here?"

"I'm pretty sure we're in hell. You're obviously here because you're the kind of piece of shit who'd hit a woman with a stick!" Kristina shouted stomping her foot. The anger was nice, even the fear of him was a step up from the all encompassing panic the endless forest was causing. Martin didn't respond to her outburst with anything more than a condescending and bored look. "I'm obviously here because the world isn't fair."

"Well that was insightful. How do we get out?" Martin let his eyes wander away from Kristina to the rest of the forest for what little good that did. It stretched on as far as he could see in any direction. "Sorry if you knew how to get the hell out of hell you would have done it. Let's try something else. What's in that direction?" Martin asked pointing.

Kristina turned the direction he was pointing and took a few steps back. "I don't know." 

"Then why are you backing away?" Martin instinctively took a step toward her watching where she'd come from.

"I don't know." Kristina answered still moving away.

"Well I think that's where I'll be headed. You're free to come along princess." Martin stepped around Kristina heading in the direction he'd pointed when he noticed his shadow suddenly stretch.

"Don't call me princess." Martin turned back to see Kristina engulfed in a glowing red corona of swirling energies. "I have a name."

"Okay. Calm down." Martin threw his hands up defensively. "What's your name?"

"Kristina." The energies flaring around Kristina dimmed slightly. "Kristina Rose."

"Okay, that's good. Kristina, I'm Martin. Kristina," Martin pushed his hands down slightly, "do you always glow?"

Kristina was clearly just as surprised as Martin that she was glowing. "Why am I glowing?" Kristina held her hands out in front of her waving them slowly back and forth. "Oooh, it's pretty."

Martin kept from saying anything sarcastic while Kristina apparently fascinated with her own appearance turned and twisted the glow finished fading away. "Okay Kristina. Since apparently you'resome kind of anime character who can glow in the dark. We're still going that direction."

"Why?"

"I'm going to assume that you're right. We're in Hell. So which way do you go to get out of Hell? I vote the direction that scares the super hero. Clearly that's the direction they don't want us to go so that's the direction we should go." Martin hoped the idea sounded rational aloud. In his head it made just a little more sense than the fact that he could swear he'd been a woman just a few days before and a demon woman had seduced him and a man in a blue suit had snapped his fingers and sent him from his apartment to a forest. 

Sanity had exited the train a few stops back.

Kristina stared blankly at him for a moment then nodded. "Fine. But you're walking in front." Martin shrugged and started walking through the forest.

The two walked in silence until the sun set and the temperature started to plummet. "We should probably find someplace to sleep." Kristina said with a heavy sigh. She knew full well what thoughts were going to enter that beast's mind but it couldn't be helped. Her back hurt. So did her legs, so did her feet and her shoulders. The damn forest didn't seem any less endless now than it had when they started.

"I suppose." Martin had been stealing glances at her since they'd started walking. It was odd, there was something about familiar about Kristina. A few times he'd tried to ask her if she always glowed but she'd just grunted and returned to silence. "It's weird. I haven't seen anything."

"So what?"

"No squirrels, no deer, no bears, not shit." Martin had noticed that fact hours back. He hadn't said anything because he honestly didn't know what it meant. The trees were unusually similar as well and far too perfect. After a while they didn't even look real.

"Again, so what?" Kristina scooped up a smooth rock.

"Well assuming we're in a forest we should have seen something by now. Didn't you ever go camping?" Martin said glancing over his shoulder. "Or if you're right in and we're in Hell were are the Hellhounds? Two headed cats? Souls of the damned. Something. Why is there nothing?"

Kristina stepped up beside Martin. "Maybe being stuck with you is punishment enough?" Martin cut his gaze over to her and simply shrugged. "So do your Boy Scout powers know where we should set up camp? Or does it matter since there are no lions, tigers or bears around?"

It was getting dark fast. "Well I haven't been able to hear or smell any water but there has to be some around here somewhere." He was trying to keep his mind off the thought nagging in his mind. A lot of predators hunt at night and if they were in hell well maybe it was the sun keeping all those nasties away. There wasn't anything he could do to keep the sun from setting though so it was best not to think about it too much. "Anywhere will work just fine I suppose." 

After a few more minutes of wandering the forest Martin and Kristina chose a small clearing where they could sit leaning back against trees watching each other. "When do you plan on starting a fire? It's getting kinda cold Boy Scout." Kristina sneered drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them.

Martin smirked. "Yeah, about that Sweetheart. See all the rocks around here are round and smooth, not that I can actually start a fire with rocks but if I could." He picked up one of the stones and tossed it at her feet as an example. "So I'm very sorry doll face, no fire tonight."

Martin frowned slightly when Kristina failed to erupt into a fiery aura at the intentionally sexist jabs. "If you can't make one with rocks why don't you rub some sticks together." Kristina rubbed her hands together as a demonstration. The little bit of warmth the friction created was pleasant as well. "I saw it on Survivor Man, or Naked Survival, or Naked and Alone."

"Well I can't do that either. Starting fires is a lot harder than it looks on television. Of course if you want to get naked it won't bother me. You can do that alone or stay with me if you do that." Martin taunted before breathing into his hands." He cursed silently as that failed to get a rise out of her either.

"You know I liked you a lot more when you were just a silent asshole." Kristina hissed. "If you're worthless all you had to do was say so." On cue a cold wind tore through the trees chilling them both to the bone. 

"If you're getting cold you can always come over here and share your body heat."

"I'd rather freeze." Kristina spat between clenched and chattering teeth.

Martin shuddered curling his body as tightly as he could manage. "Well you have fun with that. If you insist on freezing to death though I'm gonna get going. It's not too dark for me to get a few more miles in." Martin pushed his way to his feet without uncrossing his arms. "Have a nice life." 

A loud snarl ripped echoed through the forest. A moment past and it was joined with a series yips and howls. He wasn't sure but Martin thought he could see golden eyes glowing and flickering just at the limits of his vision. "Shit." 

"Go on, leave me. A poor defenseless woman alone in the forest!" Kristina spat tossing the rock at him. She missed by a lot more than she'd intended to. Something just out of sight scampered off and out of sight. In the same time it took Martin to take a single step Kristina closed the distance between them wrapping her arms around his torso and pressing her face against his shoulder. "Don't leave me."

Martin jumped slightly. "You said something about naked. Do it and I'll stay." Kristina recoiled. "I don't think I stuttered. I have absolutely no reason to stay with you. You do what I want and I'll stick around. Otherwise," he started pulling her hands from around his waist.

"You're a beast."

"And you're a bitch, my bitch. Or you can freeze if you prefer." He released her hands. The yellow eyes were still there waiting for an opening. They were still yards away but he could smell their fetid breath on the breeze and see their slavering maws glisten in the moonlight. 

"Fine."

"What?"

"Fine. You agree to stay until morning I'll strip. I'll," Kristina bristled slightly her breath catching in her chest, "I'll be your bitch. Just don't leave." Martin shuddered. He'd always wondered what it felt like to have someone submit to him. Kris had always made it seem like it was the single greatest feeling in the world. He might have been exaggerating slightly, it only felt like a fire in Martin's belly driving off the frigid air. 

Who Kris was however Martin couldn't quite recall other than he'd been a close friend at one point.

Kristina closed her eyes and pulled her shirt up and over her head dropping it to the soil below. She quickly stripped her khakis, shorts and shoes. "There!" Kristina spread her arms and spun in place. "You got what you wanted! Now come back!" The look of fear in her eyes was attractive as well. Martin motioned her forward with a hand and when she came close he wrapped his arms around her pulling her body tight against his. "My butt's cold." Kristina whispered. Martin scooped her up carrying her back to where he'd been seated and settled her between his legs wrapping his arms around her torso and cupping her breasts. 

"No complaints?" Martin rested his head on her shoulder pressing his cheek against hers. Kristina shook her head pulling her arms around her belly. "That's good. Because I didn't much care if you complained." 

"You made your point." Kristina snuggled herself firmly up against. "I'm your bitch. I already said I'd do what it took to keep you here what more do you want?"

"I'll let you know if something comes up." Martin made a point of pulling her rump against his hips. 

Martin's eyes widened slowly. Kristina was Kris. And Kris was his abusive bastard of a boyfriend who thought nothing of using him for sex and kicking him out. There was something missing though. 

For a long time Martin just sat with his arms around Kristina thinking. She'd stopped shivering at some point. She'd even fallen asleep in his arms. It was mildly amusing but seeing her now, she didn't seem like she'd really learned any important lesson. If anything he was just a petulant bitch who thought she deserved respect for what? Taking a swing at him for no reason? He was about to wake her, show him what it felt like to be a helpless woman but he thought better of it when a new series of hungry sounding yelps filled the air.

Kristina woke to the sound of Martin snoring. He sounded someone had shoved a buzzsaw down his throat. She couldn't tell how late it was only that it was so dark that she could barely see her own arms wrapped around herself. 

She could hear just fine however and not just the obnoxious sound of Martin's snoring. She could hear all the creatures great and small all around them. Kristina wanted to scream. Only three things were stopping her. First she just knew instinctively that she didn't want to wake Martin. Second she heard animals can smell fear and if she didn't already reek of it screaming would take away all doubt. Third, Kristina could barely force air in and out of her lungs but no sound would escape.

Kristina was still awake when the darkness started fading. There was no sun rising, despite it's absence the sky changed from black to dark blue, from dark blue to blue and from blue to sky blue.

And Martin kept snoring. 

Kristina did her best not to wake Martin as she freed herself from his grasp. "Where do you think you're going bitch?" He closes his hand around her wrist pulling her back into his arms. Kristina started to protest but his warm arms around her silenced her complaints for a moment. "That's better. If I can't leave then you're stuck here until I say you can leave too. Are you hungry?"

"No." Kristina said slowly. She hadn't thought about it until Martin spoke but she wasn't hungry or thirsty. She didn't need to use the bathroom. There was only one physical need she had and that wasn't something she was going to allow that beast to know about.

"Then why are you drooling?" It wasn't the assault so much as his frozen fingers between her thighs that made them clench. She couldn't get the leverage to actually elbow him, she had to settle for grinding her elbow against his ribs. It seemed to annoy him far more than it hurt him. "Seems like you're hungry for something." 

"Shut up." Kristina's thighs parted just a bit.

"You can always tell me to stop." Martin crooned into her ear. It was a trick Kris pulled regularly. If he could muster the concentration to resist clearly it was tacit consent. 

"Stop it." Kristina purred pumping her hips against the invading digits. There was no denying that she had a need. She just didn't want to give in to this beast. The problem was she couldn't stop him, and she wasn't even sure that she wanted to stop him.

Martin nibbled along her shoulder and up over her neck. "You don't sound like you really want me to stop." He bit down on her ear lobe tugging it lightly until she squealed. No more complaints escaped her mouth for the rest of the morning. 

She didn't complain when he spun her around and kissed her nor when he slid his cock into her. The only complaints between them were from Martin when Kristina gripped a low branch for leverage and started grinding Martin's back against the tree bark. He'd remember the long scrapes covering his shoulders for months to come.

If they ever made it out of Hell.

A few more memories flooding into Martin's mind. He was the one who'd gotten the battle scars last time they had outdoor sex. The memory of Kris pinning him down and fucking her against the asphalt made the spots that didn't ache from the tree itch. 

"Can I ask you something Kristina?" 

"I probably won't answer. So far you've only raped me, insulted me and threatened to leave me alone in the dark." Kristina spat. Other than her shoes she hadn't bothered getting dressed so her shirt and pants were just sloppily tied around her shapely hips. Martin certainly hadn't minded letting her take the lead so he could watch her rear.

"It's only rape if you say no. Otherwise it's," Martin dragged the sentence out trying to remember what it was Kris used to say, "-surprise sex you didn't know you wanted. I'm pretty familiar with the international expression for no and you certainly weren't given it."

"Shut up." He'd never been behind someone when they blushed before. Not someone naked anyway. Her shoulders and her ass reddened noticibly. "So what's your question."

"Do you have a brother maybe? You remind me a lot of someone I used to hang out with." Martin wasn't an expert at reading body language, but Kristina's was clear. 

"Nope. No brother." Kristina's shoulder ticked slightly. 

"Really?" Martin. "That's odd, you just remind me a lot of a guy."

"I know you want to rephrase that." Kristina took deep breath. The red aura was faint but there.

"I don't think I do, Kris."

"Look they're bonding." Kristina and Martin turned in unison finding Stephanie and That Man.

The smile on That Man's face actually darkened the skies. "Normally I would allow them more time. They're very amusing." He lifted his hand slowly pointing the palm towards Kristina and Martin. "I trust you've learned your lesson?"

Stephanie's shoulders slumped. "I'm sorry, nobody told me that there was a reason why you don't grant wishes to strange people!" She placed her back against That Man raising her hand alongside. "You don't have to rub it in."

"Yes I do." A black orb formed a few inches from That Man and Stephanie's outstretched palms. "Fate is a touchy thing and both of them have one." The orb started to crackle with blue black lightning. "I've been weaving the Tapestry for a few millennia, I will not have some silly bitch fuck it all up because she saw a girl with a dick boyfriend. Kris, Mary, if either of you have any final words for each other..."

"Mary?" The name passed slowly through Kristina's mind dragging memories of who he was supposed to be stubbornly into the forefront of her mind. "I'm...Kris."

"Good for you. I'm pleased you won't die thinking you're an attractive female." That Man smiled and Stephanie frowned as the orb rocketed away from towards the couple. 

The red aura around Kristina exploded to double its original size and the energy orb fizzled out. "Wait all this is because of a WISH!" Kristina stomped her foot and a fissure opened. "What you wished what Mary?"

Martin stared down at his feet momentarily. "I might have wished you knew what it was like to me." 

Kristina's jaw dropped. "Oh, wait. When did you figure out who you were?" 

"Might have been sometime last night." Martin shrank a few inches.

Kristina at the same time added a comparable amount of inches his eyes flaring pure white. Kristina started cackling madly. "Oh that's rich. I woke up with tits, spent an hour trying to cry my eyes out because you wanted me to suffer? I had to go to work, mop of vomit, get ignored by a man who apparently wants nothing to do with me other than to fuck. I stopped in the park to watch the stars come out because you told me that they came out for me and that we'd always be," Kristina stopped before finishing that sentence, "then I ended up here and you abused me and you knew it was me!"

"Oh you have some nerve. I don't know why you can't spare the time to talk to me after a long day! You pretty eat, sleep, work and play video games. You know how I spent a day being you? I ate cold pizza, fucked your girlfriend and then you tried to take my head off!" Martin roared.

"If you two are finished we're trying to kill you." Stephanie called.

"You know I don't normally hit women," Kristina growled only stopping when she felt Martin's gaze burning into her backside, "-okay I normally just do it for fun. But I really want to beat something within an inch of its life and I already beat your boyfriend there pretty close. I guess you'll do." Kristina took a step forward.

That Man's eyes flared red. "I'll tear your heart out boy."

"Is that so? Last time I saw you you were crying like a little bitch trying to get away from me." Kristina smiled. 

"You know, I apologize. We got off on the wrong foot. Here's the thing, I've got a lot of things to do, and you're really not important. I normally wouldn't waste my time on a peon like you but you've pissed me off so how about it. You beat me I undo this you go back to your life. You lose and I swallow your soul." That Man canted his head slightly. "It is a better deal than we originally planned."

"No its-" Stephanie was silenced by an angry stare.




Swapped Ch. 02



"So what do you say little girl?"

Kristina leapt forward crossing the distance between them in a heart beat slamming her fist into his jaw sending him sprawling to the forest floor. "Sounds fun. Just say when you've had enough." Kristina inhaled through her nose holding the breath in her lungs for a moment before exhaling. She was moving before That Man was back to his feet again driving her foot into his ribs. 

That Man rolled to his knees clutching his chest. "You get a couple lucky hits and you think you're something? You ignorant-" Kristina wasn't interested in what he had to say and silenced him with a kick aimed directly at his skull. If it had connected it likely would have taken his head clean off his shoulders. However Kristina's foot passed through empty air and she stumbled slightly unable to adjust her footing in time. "-sack of shit!" Sabine turned around just in time to catch a fist with her jaw. The unfortunately familiar sensation of her jaw breaking sent Kristina to her knees howling in pain. Kristina clutched her jaw trying to keep it from moving. That Man laced his fingers behind Kristina's head bring slamming her face into his knee three times before dropping her to the earth. Blood poured from her broken nose. "You can stop if you've had enough." 

Kristina looked trying to force her legs to obey her but she couldn't stand. She could barely think straight with all the pain. There was no fight in her when That Man closed his fingers around her throat and lifted her up.

"Stop!" Martin shouted.

"He told me to stop. Remember that part of our last game Kris?" That man slammed Kristina against a tree hard enough to tilt the entire tree. "Stephanie. Hold her. I want to Mary to watch this. Mortals really need to learn why they should be careful what they wish for. Not every wayward dream turns out like you." He smiled and closed his fingers around Kristina's throat.

"Yes sir." Stephanie whispered. She closed her hand and Martin felt something wrap around his body lifting him into the air. It carried him over to Kristina and That Man. He was too horrified to look away as That Man unhinged his jaws like a serpent and slide Kristina into his gullet. She was alive the entire way down. She gripped the sides his mouth until his tongue pinned then to her sides and she kicked her feet. Martin could see Kristina struggling inside That Man, his stomach grotesquely extended and occasionally twitching where a knee or a tiny fist belonged. Martin watched until it slowed and finally stopped.

"You can go now." That Man rasped.

The world went blank.

Martin woke up in his own bedroom. At first he was certain he'd just awoken from a terrifying nightmare but then he remembered that as strange and far away as it seemed he was still supposed to be a woman. He reached out for his phone...