5 comments/ 26079 views/ 19 favorites Wishes By: zouzouni Hello all - I was watching an old eighties movie that reminded me of the old body switch concept. I realize that I'm not the only one to have done this, but this is my version. I hope it is not too confusing. Enjoy. *** "Bitch!" He growled. "Arsehole!" She spat back. "Yeah well, at least I'm not a stuck up ice-princess." He contended with a self satisfied smirk. "Yeah? At least I have an IQ over 5." She smiled sweetly at him. "Oh crap! Are you two at it again? I'm so sick of this." Said Melody. She stood in the kitchen hands on hips staring at the two people in front of her. One was her brother Simon. She loved him dearly; he was a really nice guy as well as a good brother. The other was her best friend Constance. For some reason the people she loved the most in the world couldn't seem to be in the same room without wanting to kill each other. Simon mumbled something and with a parting glare at Connie, he left the room. "Damn it Connie. How long have we known each other?" Melody asked. "Since we were born, about 25 years. Why?" Connie responded cautiously. "Because it is really starting to get on my nerves the way you and my brother fight all the time. I know you don't get along but can you at least pretend to be grown ups. I'm really sick of it." Melody said with tears in her eyes. Connie rushed to her friend's side and hugged her fiercely. "Oh Mel, I'm so sorry. I know I shouldn't, he just rubs me up the wrong way is all. I'll try to shut my mouth. Come one sweetheart it's your birthday and we are going to have so much fun at the spa today." Connie soothed. Connie was truly sorry that she'd upset her friend. It wasn't fair that Melody had to pay for her brother being a brat. Ever since Connie could remember she and Simon had been at each other's throats. They never agreed on anything. Well that wasn't quite true. They often agreed on things but came to the same conclusions through different pathways. This way even when they agreed, they would argue. Connie couldn't say she hated him. He was her best friend's brother after all. He was just so smug and arrogant and opinionated and difficult and stubborn and ... She shook her head to clear that train of thought. Instead she focused on getting Melody ready and out the door so they could spend a relaxing day at the spa. *** They rolled up at Melody's house laughing and giggling after a particularly enjoyable day. They had facials, body wraps, massages, and every other indulgent pampering they could think of. This included a couple of glasses of wine, hence the giggling. "That was so much fun. Thanks so much Connie." Melody gushed as she collapsed on the couch. "No problem. I had a blast too." Connie said sitting next to her. "You are coming on Friday night?" Melody asked. "Wouldn't miss it for the world. I want to relive some childhood memories with the clown machines, fairy floss and totally rigged games of chance!" Connie exclaimed. Melody laughed until tears were running down her cheeks. "You know that Simon is coming too. I don't want any trouble with you two. Please." Melody gasped between giggles. "I'll be on my best behaviour." Connie tried to say solemnly but dissolved into another round of giggles. Simon walked in and heard the girls giggling hysterically. When he realized that Connie was there he walked right back out. Not trusting himself to keep his mouth shut. Lord that woman was infuriating. She had an opinion on everything, and of course she had to be right. Oh she was pretty enough and she had a great rack. Hey he was a red blooded guy and far from blind. But she was cold and imperious towards men. No one seemed good enough for her. It was that stuck up attitude that really got to him. As well as the fact that she thought he was stupid. While Simon may not have been an Einstein, he was not stupid and he resented that she thought that. Simon walked into the back yard and thought about how on earth he was going to spend a whole evening with her without strangling her. Still it was his sister's birthday and she wanted to go to the carnival so they would go and he would just have to bite his tongue all night. *** There were people everywhere laughing and greeting each other. Children were running between the adults chasing each other and having a great time. Melody and Connie were almost skipping with delight as they made their way through the carnival. Simon hung back a bit not wanting to be in Connie's line of sight. He had to admit she looked good in the knee length wrap dress that showed off all her curves. And he was pleasantly enjoying watching her butt sway as she walked in front of him. Something that he would only have admitted under pain of death. "Oooo Connie there are those clown machines. Let's go and see if we can win something." Melody squealed and dragged Connie along. They spent and obscene amount of money to win a stuffed teddy bear for Melody. It didn't matter; they had a laugh doing it. The girls went to find Simon who hadn't wanted to participate in shoving ping pong balls down the throat of mechanical clowns. Eventually they found him flirting shamelessly with one of the scantily clad assistants of a magic show. Connie grunted derisively when she saw him leaning forward and getting a really good look at the girl's breasts. He was a good looking guy with a tall, lean body, Connie admitted. But did he have to be so damn lascivious all the time. "Hey Simon." Melody called and the girl quickly went back to work. "Hey Mel." He said disappointed that the girl had left so quickly. Looking at Connie's smug look he felt the anger rise. "Sorry for cramping your style." Connie said sarcastically unable to refrain from commenting. It was almost second nature. "Yeah. At least I have a life." He shot back automatically. "Children, you promised you'd behave." Melody said in a very 'mother knows best' tone. Both Simon and Connie managed to look somewhat sheepish and didn't say another word to each other. The group enjoyed some more of the sights and sounds of the carnival until Melody spotted something and yelped in delight. She took off leaving the others to weave through the crowds trying to follow her. They found her standing in front of a fortune telling machine. "I've always wanted to try one of these. Simon do you have any coins, I'm all out." She pleaded with her brother and bounced on her toes in delight. "Here you go sis but you know that it's just a bunch of crap." He said chuckling as he handed over the coins. Connie had to agree with him but kept her mouth shut. A deep eerie voice drifted out of the machine promising Melody riches, success and unending happiness. "Now place your hand on the crystal and make a wish. Remember it has to be an honest wish, from your heart." The voice said. Melody chuckled but put her hand over the rounded ball. She looked at her brother and Connie and knew what she was going to wish for. 'I wish that Simon and Connie learn to really understand each other.' She thought fervently. A slight zap of electricity travelled up her arm and all the way to her toes causing her to jump back in surprise. It didn't hurt it was just unexpected. "Are you ok?" asked Simon. Melody nodded and giggled. "So what did you wish for?" Connie asked. "You know better than that. I can't tell you because then it won't come true." Melody chuckled as they made their way to another attraction. Both Connie and Simon rolled their eyes at her. They ended up back at Melody's and Simon's house way after midnight. They were tired but happy. Connie was exhausted, mainly from the effort of trying to keep her mouth shut around Simon. She decided to crash at their place instead of heading home. Besides it was the start of summer break and she didn't have to be her summer job for another week. She made herself at home in the spare room and went to sleep immediately. Connie woke up earlier than she thought she would. Drowsy she ran a hand over her face. 'Man my skin is rough. I'm going to need another facial soon.' She thought as she made her way to the bathroom. The light from the window blinded her for a moment. She really needed to pee but she wanted to splash some water on her face first. Wiping the water away from with towel she looked in the mirror to survey the damage from last night. That was when she screamed. Simon woke up feeling strange. He needed to go to the toilet and throw up at the same time. Then he heard a scream. Jumping out of bed he ran towards the sound. He burst into the bathroom and froze. He was looking at himself. A heart beat passed before he started screaming too. Connie turned to see herself standing in the doorway and started screaming anew. They were both screaming hysterically when Melody rushed in. "What the hell guys?" she yelled above their screams. Connie and Simon stopped and started taking deep breaths. "Someone explain what on earth is going on." Melody demanded. "I'm a guy, I'm him, and he's me. Oh my God I'm loosing my mind." Connie said and started sobbing. Melody stared at what she thought was her brother crying. She'd never seen him cry. That fact alone made her wake up fast and pay attention. "What are you talking about?" Melody asked forcefully. "It's true sis. I'm in Connie's body and she's in mine. What the fuck did you wish for last night?" Simon said out of Connie's mouth. Melody stared at them in shock. Her wish couldn't possibly have come true. It was just a bit of fun, wasn't it? "Um can you guys please get out? I really need to pee. Though how I'm going to do that I don't know." Connie said. The others shuffled out and Connie stood at the toilet and pulled her boxers down. Not looking and praying that she'd got it in the bowl, she peed. After doing a little jiggle she pulled the boxers up and washed her hands. She went to rejoin the others in the living room. "That was the weirdest experience of my life." She breathed as she sat on the couch. "Yeah. Me too. Not use to sitting down to pee." Simon echoed. "Ok. Unless we are having a mass hallucination, you guys are really in each other's bodies." Melody began. "Last night I wished that you two would learn to understand each other. It seams that the fates have decided that this was the best way to do that." She continued. Both Connie and Simon started yelling over each other at Melody at this point. "Shut up!" Melody screamed. "You two are stuck this way until you sort it out. Now I suggest that Connie moves in here for a while and you two spend some time together. In a couple of weeks we've all got summer jobs to go to and that is going to be a complete fuck up if you don't get this fixed by then." Melody explained. Simon and Connie looked at her and at each other. She had a point. In fact she had a lot of good points. Melody left the room and left them alone. "This sucks." Connie said. "Yeah, no kidding." Simon responded. "What do you think we should do?" "Well we should go to my place for starters and get some clothes and things if I'm going to stay here for a while. Then we should talk." She started. "The first part sounds ok but talk about what?" he wondered. "Well I'm not planning on staying inside forever. If I'm out and run into someone that you know I'd like to at least fake being you. Unless you want me to be me? That would really confuse people." She explained a little exasperated. "Yeah Ok. I guess I don't want people thinking I'm psychotic or anything and you don't either so we better get to know each other." He sighed. Connie went into Simon's room and hunted around for something to wear. It was a little disconcerting trying to put jeans on while arranging the bulge at the front. It took her a couple of goes to get it into a comfortable position. Simon on his part was having a hard time putting on a bra. He'd had enough experience in removing them, but putting one on was another story entirely. Finally dressed and ready they drove out to Connie's apartment. Connie dragged out a small suitcase and started piling things in. Jeans, tops, shorts, a couple of skirts. When it came time to decide what underwear to bring she started blushing as she put some bras and panties in the suitcase. "Never figured you for the sexy lingerie." Simon smirked. "Shut up! This is embarrassing enough as it is. Besides I'm gonna have to know all your secrets so we might as well get use to it." She grumbled still putting items in the case. Connie moved to the bathroom to get all the girly things like moisturizer and makeup and pads. "Here." She said tossing him a packet. "Make sure you take this every day. Don't skip one." She emphasized. "What's this?" he queried as he opened the packet and realized that it was the contraceptive pill. "Hey I have no plans on doing anything like that. It would be too weird. Besides I'm not attracted to guys. Girls on the other hand..." his voice trailed off as he thought about the possibilities. "Don't even think about it." She yelled. "Look you wouldn't like it if I hit on a guy or anything. Word might get around. So let's make a deal. Until we sort out this mess. No hanky panky with the opposite or same sex." She offered. Simon thought it over. He realized that they would have to respect each other's bodies and therefore their lives so he agreed with her plan. As they were finishing up the packing Simon froze. "I just remembered I have a date on Friday night. Shit, shit, shit. I can't get out of it. I've already rescheduled twice. Damn." He said. Immediately Connie realized that she also had a date and told him about it. "What? I date. Just because I don't let you know all the gory details." She said to his chuckles. It was starting to freak her out seeing her own face make all those expressions. Finally they got back to Simon's place and took care of the basics. There was a period of severe embarrassment as they covered the essentials of personal hygiene. Simon was more frustrated than Connie with the amount of effort required. "Hey, I'm nervous enough about shaving every day. Don't make it worse." Connie said when he wouldn't stop grumbling. But he wouldn't let up. "Fine but you're the one with a waxing appointment on Tuesday." She said with the best haughty tone she could muster, it sounded strange coming out in Simon's deep voice. Simon's jaw dropped. Lord that expression looked funny on her Connie thought and started laughing. Simon swore and stomped out of the room. Connie was grateful for the break. She was organizing Simon's wardrobe when Melody walked in. "Hi Simon, um, Connie, um. Heck I don't even know what to call you. I know you're Connie but you look like Simon. This is totally insane." Melody said. "Just call me Simon. I'll have to get use to it for a while." Connie said sadly. "Look Simon. I didn't mean for this to work out the way it did. I just wanted you guys to get along. I've already apologized to, um Connie. What's got her-him in a huff anyway?" Melody said in a rush. "Its Ok Mel. You didn't mean this. Its just karma. Oh and Connie AKA Simon has a waxing appointment. I think she's a little freaked out." Connie said chuckling. Melody's eyes widened for a moment before she too dissolved into giggles. *** Instead of talking Simon and Connie spent the next couple of days avoiding each other. On Tuesday Connie practically had to wrestle Simon into the car to make the waxing appointment on time. She spent a fun hour or so listening to him squeal and yelp until it was over. "I will never complain again." He breathed as he walked out of the salon. He was walking a little tenderly too since the treatment included a Brazilian. "Complain about what?" Connie asked. "About how hairy a woman is. That was pure torture. You do this how often?" he asked. "Oh every four to six weeks depending. And I'm glad you got a taste of how much trouble we go to." She said smugly. It was easier to talk after that. A shared experience of pain for fashion's sake does have bonding benefits. They talked about everything. School, friends, family, although Connie already knew a great deal about his from Melody. First kiss, to first sexual experience. Nothing was too embarrassing anymore. Melody was sometimes included but most of the time they just hung out on the couch and talked and laughed. They argued too, debated all kinds of topics but this time it usually ended with a laugh instead of a yelling match. Friday rolled around quickly enough and Simon walked into his old room. "Hey, I know this is going to sound really dumb but, this date tonight, what do I wear?" he asked almost shyly. Connie was shocked. She didn't think he'd ever be asking for help let alone from her. "Ok let's go and see what I've brought. If we don't find anything we can always borrow something of Mel's. Then there's hair and makeup." Connie said taking charge. Simon wrinkled his nose. It was an adorable expression on Connie's face and she found herself smiling. After an hour of getting ready they wished each other luck and headed off. Connie was home first and waited for Simon wanting to hear how it went. He burst through the door and flopped on the couch throwing one arm over his eyes dramatically. "So spill." Connie demanded. "You first." He said. "I just need a moment." "Well, it was interesting." Connie started. Simon listened expectantly while Connie described the date. "Look it isn't that she's not a nice girl. It's just that she's a little self centred and well dumb. Every time I brought up a subject that I was interested she would interrupt and talk about her hairdresser or her friend or what she did on the week end. It was so frustrating. She was good to look at. He certainly thought so." She said pointing to her crotch; the damn thing had a mind of its own. "But I couldn't talk to her; I don't think she's good enough for you." Connie said quietly. Simon was shocked. He'd thought pretty much the same thing about the girl but was forced into the date by his parents who knew her parents. He was surprised that Connie cared enough about what he would like to make such an honest comment. "Ok. My turn. If we ever get out of this mess, you are never allowed to see that guy ever again." He said forcefully. "What?" Connie said astounded. "He's a pig. He talked about himself all night. He didn't even consult me when he ordered. He kept patronizing me and staring at my tits. When I refused to kiss him good night he started calling me names. I know guys like that Connie. They come off as charming and fun, but they turn into controlling arseholes." He said in a rush. It was Connie's turn to be amazed at his reaction. She didn't think he cared. They talked a little more about how men and women treat each other and concluded that both sexes can get it so wrong sometimes. Simon turned to pick up his purse and Connie groaned as she got a view of her ass. "Hey, why do you do that? Why do you make that noise every time I turn around?" he asked. Connie didn't want to answer but they had been so honest about everything else. "You probably won't get it, but when you turn I get to see my butt in all its hugeness. Mirrors don't give you the full picture so its a little frustrating seeing how annoyingly big it is." She said honestly. Simon just looked at her incredulously. "You're right, I don't get it. I don't get that you wouldn't like this body. It's all curves and so soft. And these," he said grabbing his breasts, "are sensational. If I had to stay female, this would be a body I'd choose." He said almost angrily. "If you don't like this, I'd hate to think what you think of that." He said pointing at his own body. Connie blushed. It was hard for her to acknowledge her good points and not focus on the flaws. Hearing Simon's approval made her feel better. "You have a very nice body Simon and your cock is so big!" she exclaimed then slapped a hand over her mouth in shock when she realized what she'd said. Simon started laughing and after a while Connie joined in. They were in a ridiculous situation where they were finding out things about each other they may not have wanted to know. So a little laughter was certainly warranted. Wishes Connie helped Simon through having his first period. To which he exclaimed how much it sucked constantly. Connie thought he was really starting to understand how complicated being a woman actually was. She too was coming to understand how difficult being a man was when your cock has a mind of its own and would get hard at the most inopportune moments. She wouldn't even be thinking about sex. Sometimes it was just the way a girl smiled or the way she flicked her hair and all the blood from her head would be heading south. Connie also had several conversations with Simon's parents that proved interesting. The unstated expectation and demands on being the eldest son were clear and terrifying. Having to please everyone was not a pleasant way to live. Being a guy wasn't all that easy either she had to admit. Their summer jobs were starting and Connie and Simon were still in each other's bodies. After a quick pow wow with Melody they decided to keep going as best they could. They didn't want to ruin the other person's career. Simon's job as Connie was at a financial advice centre that helped people organize their finances and work themselves out of debt. The job was supposed to support her final year of an accounting and finance degree. Whereas Connie, as Simon would be working on a construction site. Simon was finishing up a degree in property development and construction. He'd explained to Connie that he enjoyed creating things, seeing them start small and end up with a finished product. Connie was exhausted after the first couple of days. Simon's body was physically fit but this job was draining. There were so many things that she didn't understand. She was grateful that it wasn't too technical; she would have hated to stuff up Simon's chances. Connie berated herself for ever thinking that Simon was stupid. Simon was seeing another side to Connie as well. People at the advice centre greeted him warmly. Clients had nothing but good things to say. He was starting to think that maybe Connie wasn't as cold or standoffish as he originally thought. Connie was moving some two-by-fours to another section when she caught a series of wolf whistles. Following the men's line of sight she noticed Simon waiting at the entrance of the site. Walking over quickly she smiled. "Hi, what are you doing here?" she wondered. "You left your lunch at home and since I'm not working I thought I'd bring it down." He said. Connie smiled again. She looked over Simon and realized why the guys were whistling. He'd decided to wear a tight pair of jeans and a top that showed off way too much cleavage. "Anyway, have a great rest of your day." He said with a sexy smile. Simon then leaned in a kissed her cheek. "That should give them something to talk about." He said and walked away with a deliberate sway to his hips in Connie's opinion. True to Simon's word they guys on the work site talked. It varied from simple to quite crass describing in graphic detail what they would like to do to that 'piece of ass'. Connie was both horrified and intrigued. She kept her mouth firmly shut even though she was furious and much of the commentary. However a part of her felt guilt at some perverse pleasure that men found her attractive. "You are so going to cop it for that little stunt!" Connie exclaimed when she came home and saw Simon. He laughed uproariously as she described what happened when he left. Such was their new found closeness that she even explained her conflicting thoughts and feelings. Simon listened patiently and expressed his own occasional confusion regarding male trash-talking. Later that night Connie lay in bed thinking about how strange things were between her and Simon now. Once they'd gotten over their initial frustration with each other, she found him so easy to talk to. And she wasn't lying when she had told him that she thought he had a nice body. She ran her hands over the toned abs of his stomach. That felt nice. She started to think about how many women had had the pleasure of touching him, being pleasured by him and she found her cock getting hard very quickly. They'd agreed to stay away from others but had said nothing about self gratification. He wouldn't mind would he? Connie was getting really aroused as she grasped the thick shaft in her hand and started stroking. God that felt good. No wonder guys did it all the time. Connie started fantasising about what it would feel like to have a mouth on that hard cock, or what a hot, wet, tight pussy would feel like. What would it feel like if his cock was inside her body? Where had that thought come from? As soon as it was out there she felt her balls tightening, such exquisite pleasure emanating from her groin that she almost couldn't stand it. Then she was coming. It was so good. Different from orgasms in her own body but good none the less. Messy though. Simon couldn't get Connie out of his head. She was nothing like he thought. In just a few short weeks he felt like she was his best friend. She sure knew more about him than anyone else on the planet. But it was more than that, she was fun to be around, he hadn't laughed so much in ages. He didn't quite understand these feelings and thoughts running around his head. Damn hormones, how do women manage to function? *** That weekend it was stinking hot and Melody suggested a trip to the beach. They had arrived early enough to beat the crowds so they were able to find a good spot. After a few minutes of good natured bickering trying to set up the sunshade they were settled in. Melody put her i-pod in her ears and was lost to the world as she caught some sun. Meanwhile Simon stripped off the shorts and t-shirt he wore to reveal a two-piece that left almost nothing to the imagination. "I can't believe you're wearing that!" Connie hissed. Simon smirked as he sat down. "And why not? I found it in your closet so you must have wanted to wear it at some point." He said. "Yeah when I'd lost about 20 kilos. Now everyone is going to be staring at my flab." She whispered dejectedly. Simon looked at her angrily. "Yes they are going to stare. They are going to stare at this amazingly hot body. They are going to wish they could have it, touch it and do the most amazing things to it. So let them look. Don't let me hear you put yourself down like that again." He growled before he got up and went to cool off in the water. Connie huffed and puffed for a while. She wished she could see herself the way he did. It was becoming too hot in the sun so she decided to join Simon in the water. She spotted him further ahead and waded out to him. They splashed and swam and chased one another for a while until they grew tired. They were chatting when Connie noticed some serious swimmers approaching. Simon had his back to them and couldn't see. Connie grabbed him and pulled him to her so he wouldn't get run down. For a moment all Connie could feel was her body pressed against his. It felt nice, it felt right. She could feel his hard nipples pressing into her chest and she experienced an immediate reaction from her cock. Simon groaned and backed away. "Damn these things are sensitive." He said looking at his breasts. Connie was still blushing at her response to being pressed against him. "Uh um, I have a confession to make." He said. Connie waited. "I kinda took this body for a test drive." He stated. "You did what? We had an agreement! You said you weren't attracted to guys! You..." she spat at him. "No, no, no. Not sex. Just a little self gratification." He explained and waited for her to calm down. "Oh sorry for the outburst." She blushed again. "So how was it?" she asked, curious now. "Oh Connie, your body is amazing. Your nipples are so sensitive I swear I could have come just from playing with them. Have you ever?" he gushed. "Not on my own and no guy has ever spent the time." She said shyly staring at said breasts in front of her, hard nipples straining against the wet fabric. It was doing nothing to ease the hardness in her pants. "That is so unfair." He said honestly. "As for the rest, well, let's just say that it was so good that sometimes I'm wondering of I should stay in this body." He chuckled. Connie laughed too. They were standing close to each other now. Connie had to stop her self from reaching from him again and her cock was throbbing in her pants. "So how about you?" he asked. "Yeah I took your body for a spin too. And before you ask it was good, really good, but messy!" She said softly. Simon laughed hard and took a while to catch his breath. "Hey Connie, is it really weird that I want to kiss you right now?" he said slowly moving closer. Connie shook her head, her heart beating faster. Simon moved in and standing on his toes took Connie's face in his hands. Their lips met gently, softly, experimentally. When Simon sought entry into her mouth she opened up gratefully. They kissed, exploring each other and the new sensations for a while before they broke apart panting. "Wow." Simon said breathlessly. "Can we do that again?" he asked but didn't wait for her to agree. Instead he wrapped his arms around her neck and his legs around her waist as he kissed her. Connie was grateful for the buoyancy of the water as she wrapped her arms around Simon. Their kiss was deep and passionate. Fortunately they were in deeper water away from most other swimmers. Connie ran her hands along Simon's waist and grabbed his butt. Simon groaned into her mouth and pressed himself harder against her. His hot pussy was now rubbing against her really hard cock. Both Simon and Connie groaned. Simon couldn't help himself rubbing against her, it felt so good. He looked around to make sure no one was paying too much attention. The slight waves were covering their movements and to those at a distance they looked like a couple making out. He began grinding against her harder and faster. Connie was dying. Her cock was throbbing and all she could think about was putting it somewhere soft and wet. Instead she moved Simon against her harder pushing them towards release. Simon tensed in Connie's arms, his breathing stalled as he came hard. It was incredible to watch yourself experience such please and it set off Connie's own release. They held each other for long moments regaining their breath. Connie was pleased that she was already wet this time. It was both one of the strangest and most erotic things she'd experienced. "Hey, are you ok?" he asked still a little breathless. Connie nodded not trusting her voice. They floated around for a while before heading back to shore. Melody had fallen asleep under the sun-shade. They delighted in dowsing her awake with water. After spending a wonderful few hours at the beach they returned home tired from surf and sun. They hung out around the house all evening taking advantage of the air-conditioning. Connie and Simon felt strange but kept finding excuses to touch each other often. Melody kept looking at them strangely. She was happy that they were finally getting along but part of her noticed that something else was going on. Everyone had gone to bed but Connie was still awake pacing in her room, Simon's room. She couldn't stop thinking about what had happened at the beach. They hadn't said a word about it and that made it harder. She had become use to talking about everything with him. She was still pacing when there was a soft knock on the door. "Hi, can I come in?" Simon asked quietly. Connie nodded and he came in and closed the door behind him. "We should really talk about what happened today." He started. "Yes. We should." She said nervously. "Do you regret it?" he asked. "Not at all. I can't stop thinking about it. I'm sorry." She admitted. "Why are you sorry? I thought it was amazing. I thought it would feel weird making out with a guy but it didn't." He said moving closer. "I realized I wasn't making out with a guy at all. I was kissing you. Connie. The person. The incredible friend. The one that gets me." He said. Connie was floored. He had just articulated what she was thinking exactly. Instead of telling him she kissed him. She poured all her emotion into that kiss. Simon responded and pressed himself against her until they toppled back onto the bed. Chuckling they continued to kiss using their hands to roam and give each other pleasure. It was surreal since they already knew the exact spots in the other's body that would generate the best response. Connie tugged off his sleep shirt and ran her hands over those sensitive nipples, pulling and tugging just like she knew she liked. Simon was panting beneath her. Her hand travelled lower and traced the smooth folds that were already slick with wetness. She teased and stroked dipping a finger or two inside his tight hole until Simon was pleading for release. Surprising him she used the wetness to insert one finger into his arse and flicked his clit with her thumb. Simon came hard groaning into the pillow in an attempt not to wake the neighbourhood. "Oh my god!" He breathed. The sensations were mind blowing. He was starting to get a feeling of needing something more, needing to be filled. "Please." He begged unsure for what he was asking exactly. Connie understood and used the strength of her new body to hold herself over him. She positioned her hard cock at his entrance and slowly pushed forward. The sensations were electric. Connie was struggling not to come immediately as she felt her cock enveloped in the tight, wet heat. She started reciting times tables in her mind to stave off an orgasm. She'd never appreciated how difficult it was for men to hold off when the feelings were so overpowering. Instead she found a rhythm stroking in and out of Simon. She made sure to adjust her angle so that her cock would drag along his clit driving him to another orgasm. They kissed and touched encouraging each other while trying to be quiet. Connie felt Simon's walls clench around her and she couldn't hold on any longer. She came, releasing rope after rope inside Simon's body, her body. They both took a while to regain their breath before curling up next to each other. Connie wasn't sure but something other than great sex had happened here. There was a connection, an understanding. She was spared further thought by the strong pull of sleep. Exhausted from the day and their exertions they fell asleep. *** Connie woke up drowsy and confused. She got up pulled on a T-shirt and went to the bathroom. One glance in the mirror had her frozen. She was back in her own body. She ran an experimental hand over her face and down her front. Yep definitely her. This meant that Simon was back in his body. 'I wonder how he feels about last night now?' she wondered as she made her way bad to the bedroom after cleaning up. Connie sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him. How had she not noticed him before? He was so handsome, and funny, and smart, and talented, and sexy, and... Her breath caught as his eyes opened and looked at her. She watched as the realization dawned on him. He touched his face, his chest and his cock for reassurance before leaping out of bed. "Don't move, don't go anywhere." He said as he bolted to the bathroom. Connie continued to sit on the edge of the bed feeling very unsure. What was he thinking? Did he regret what happened now that they were back in their own bodies? She was stewing for a while before he returned. He walked up to her and dragged her to her feet. Connie thought he was going to kick her out when he kissed her. The kiss was hard, demanding, and possessive. It sent a shiver down her spine and she felt heat course threw her veins. "You were holding out on me." She tried to joke as they broke apart. "Yeah," he chuckled, "I know my body better than yours. Now that we're back to normal I want to make love to you properly." He said his voice low and seductive. Connie couldn't think straight. One minute she was worried that he didn't want her anymore the next she was swept away by his demanding kisses. They fell back on the bed kissing and touching. Simon kissed along her neck and collarbone and finally down to her hardened nipples. He took one in his mouth and sucked hard. Connie arched almost completely off the bed groaning in delight. "Shh, let me do this. I think I have a good idea of what you like." He said softly winking at her. Simon took his time worshiping her breasts before kissing his way down to her streaming pussy. He wanted to taste her. His tongue snaked out as he licked her in one long stroke. Connie moaned again as Simon proceeded to devour her. He licked and sucked every millimetre spending a considerable amount of time on her throbbing clit until she was shaking and shuddering above him. Even after her climax he didn't let up until he'd licked up all her juices. Connie was breathless as he moved back up to kiss her. "My turn." She said as she pushed him onto his back. It was her turn to his her way down him stomach to the soft curls of his groin. Simon groaned as she licked along his hard length bathing him in her saliva. He gasped when she took him her mouth and sucked slowly. Connie wanted to give him as much pleasure as possible knowing only some of the sensations he was feeling. She took him deep and moved up and down swirling her tongue as she went. Simon suddenly pulled her up by the arms. "You know what'll happen if keep doing that." He said his voice husky. "And that's a bad thing?" she said puzzled. "No but right now I want to be inside you." He breathed as he positioned her above him. Connie wiggled until she was in the right spot before lowering herself slowly onto his cock. They both groaned as their pelvises met. They took a moment to savour that feeling of being joined before Connie found a rhythm where she was alternating between grinding against him, and lifting off him only to slam back down. Connie leaned forward to kiss him and he held her there. One arm around her back the other holding her hips he started pounding up into her. Connie started letting out soft cries with each thrust as she felt her orgasm approaching. Simon familiar enough with her body saw the signs and thrust harder trying to time his release with hers. A few moments later they were crying out their climax into each other's mouths. Connie rolled off Simon and curled up at his side, her head on his chest. Simon was holding her and stroking her hair. "God Connie, that was incredible. You are so beautiful." He said his voice thick with emotion. "I was worried that you were glad to be free of me." She admitted into his chest. "Look at me Connie." He said bringing her chin up. "I'll never be free of you, and I don't want to. You and I shared something unbelievable. We are connected now. I love you." He said looking into her eyes. Connie started crying. "Damn hormones." She muttered before giggling. "I love you too Simon. I think I fell in love with you even before we switched back." Simon nodded his agreement and understanding. "So how do we tell Melody?" he asked. Connie playfully slapped him before getting up. "Come on we'd better get a shower before heading down stairs." She said with a small suggestive smile. "Definitely." Simon agreed as he caught her drift and practically chased her to the bathroom. *** Melody walked into the kitchen to find Connie sitting on Simon's lap feeding him bits of toast. She briefly wondered if she'd walked into the right house. Connie saw her and made to get off him but he held her tight. "She's gonna find out sooner or later." He said smirking. "Hey sis." He exclaimed. Melody took a moment to register all the information. "You're fixed, cured, whatever? When?" She shrieked. "We woke up all back to normal. There something else. Connie and I, well we..." he stammered. Wishes "Yeah, yeah you two are in love. Tell me something new for a change." She said to their shocked faces. "Don't look at me like that. I saw this coming ages ago. Even before the wish thing. I just couldn't find a way for you two to see it." Melody explained. Connie and Simon looked at each other dumbfounded. "So are you ok with this Mel?" Connie asked hesitantly. "Ok with it? I think it's fantastic. Now we'll have to get you all moved out of your apartment and moved in here. And just wait til I tell everyone they are going to be so freaked. You can stay in Simon's room of course but we are going to have to make room for some of your stuff. This is going to be so much fun." Melody gushed. "Looks like she's really thought about his." Connie said to Simon. "If you don't want me here I'll understand." She whispered. Simon captured her lips in a tender kiss. "There's no where else I'll have you be." He said seriously. "So now that's settled and you've worked out our lives Mel, is there anything else you'd like?" He said cheekily to his sister. "No that'll do for now." She laughed. "Hang on. You have each other. Maybe I want a guy for me. Maybe I should track down that carnival and make another wish." She said excitedly. "NO WAY!" Both Connie and Simon exclaimed as they all dissolved into laughter. "Yeah maybe one wish was enough. I'm glad it worked out though." Melody said as she looked at the two people she loved most, thrilled that they were finally happy. Painful Wishes The scene is a happening place. Dark colors cross and mingle as you sit on a stool at the bar sipping a drink. The place is packed, drinks are being slopped and laughter is in the air. The music is too loud for real conversation but you don't care, you aren't looking to engage in the linguistic arts. There are pairings and threesomes scattered around enjoying plenty of kissing and you watch longingly. This is your second drink and you have turned down 2 offers to go somewhere "private". "Private" would be a bathroom stall or a dark corner where your mini skirt could be hiked up and some lucky stud could avail himself of your feminine treasures. That's what you want, a good fuck- hopefully more than one. The fire is burning strongly inside you tonight and the explicit displays of affection are adding fuel to the heat. A tall, pale red-headed man and his two friends wind their way towards you. He gives you a raised eyebrow and you give him an appraising look and then check out his two pals. He is good looking, a chiseled face, wearing tight jeans and black tank top. As he gets closer you can make out the clusters of freckles covering his face and arms. You cross your legs slowly flashing him a generous view of your upper thighs, the air hitting your bald pussy makes it tingle all the more and you clamp your legs tightly to control yourself. "He could be the one tonight", you think to yourself. And as you are about to wave him closer, a dark shape blocks his path. You are expecting it to move but it doesn't and you look up annoyed at having your view blocked. The face that peers at you is tanned, arrogant, and full of confidence. The man is wearing a dark turtle neck shirt that could be spandex. It outlines his magnificent pectoral muscles, broad shoulders, and flat, tapered waistline. You clench unconsciously, this man has an instant power over you just by staring into your eyes. His eyes are a deep blue color, offset by dark hair and long side burns. His voice is deep and melodic, the moment he speaks you can feel your pussy starting to moisten. "Dave." "Rita," you gush. "Dance!" It is more of a command than a question, and you follow him onto the packed dance floor. The beat of the music pounds through the floor, making your breastbone vibrate, compelling your body to gyrate to it. Dave is full of energy but he controls his movements with a grace that belies his size. His broad six foot frame towers over you and he offers his hand as he starts to lead you into spins that should not have been possible in such short space. There is a strong sexual energy on the floor, the limited space is forcing incidental and a lot of intentional contact. You don't mind, the vibration, movement and heat has your body and mind in sync with the musically driven crowd. Dave spins you around and draws you into him so that your back is rubbing against his chest. He holds you close to him and you dance as one. Your pussy is moist with anticipation and you feel the hardness of his cock growing into your back. One hand slides under your skirt, between your thighs and to your willing sex. You open your thighs and welcome his probing fingers into your pussy. Most men would be happy to play with your clit, and get some surreptitious touches, not Dave. He drives his fingers deep inside you, filling you. Despite the heat you shudder, welcoming his digits as he starts sliding them in and out of you. "Cum on my hand Rita," he growls. You can't speak, you just swallow hard and mew. He is fucking you hard and you don't care what people see or think, you have one thing on your mind- to give Dave what he wishes. You don't last long, you have been simmering away all night long, and you welcome the familiar waves of pleasure as your pussy starts spasming. He drives his fingers deep and presses against you hard. You are shaking more than dancing, head tilted back in ecstasy as you cum violently against him. You revel in the sensations overtaking your body, and then feel a strong sense of loss as he removes his soaked hand from your pussy. He propels you quickly off the dance floor into the men's room supporting your weight, your weakened knees are not up to the task. You head is in a haze. You hear the clank of the stall door closing and collapse onto the toilet facing him. He unzips his pants and pulls out his erect penis. The head is an angry purple, the veins line his magnificent throbbing member. There is no doubt in your mind what is called for. You love cock. You want this cock in your mouth. Before you can move, he places his hands on either side of your head and pulls it towards the cock. You open your mouth involuntarily and taste the salty residue of his pre-cum as it slips deeper into your mouth. You suck hard on the head and Dave grunts with pleasure. The cock is filling your mouth, but Dave wants more. You open wider and his cock slides down your throat. Your eyes water as you control your gag reflex as he goes deeper until your feel his balls against your lips. His hands clasp you tightly as he starts fucking your throat. Tears stream down your face as you try to retain what little control you have left. He fucks harder and harder, his cock bruising your throat. He does not care. The veins in his head are bulging, his eyes are closed as he drives to the ultimate climax. And then he goes deep one more time and his peaty flavored cum coats your throat. He groans and moans and holds your head tight for over a minute as he thrusts his way through the climax. You feel his cock start to shrink and he pulls out and deftly places it back into his pants. His arrogant face, leans close to you. His hand returns to your cheek and strokes it gently. You can smell his peppermint breath on your lips as he murmurs: "Meter-maid Rita. I hope to see you here again." The door clanks open and he walks out. Your skirt is hiked above your waist and your legs are open wide showing your soaking pussy to anyone walking past. You push the door shut and wipe yourself quickly. After a quick re-arrangement of your hair you walk out of the bathroom. No one stares. No one cares. You find another stool, order a drink and take stock. Dave is nowhere to be found and the music is pounding away. Your orgasm on the dance floor was as good as any you have felt recently. The way Dave held your head and drove his cock down your throat re-awakened the tingle between your legs. It was primal, urgent and turned you inside out. Now there was a man who knew how to use a woman! You long for more of him, you want his strong hands on your hips, his thick cock thrusting inside your willing pussy. The evening winds up. You have 3 more drinks. Three more come-ons but no one remotely close to Dave. After Dave you need someone who will take you and drive away that growing feeling between your legs. You could go home and help yourself with one of your toys, but that won't suffice. Vibration is nice but you want to be pounded. It is getting late and with a sigh you get up from your seat and make your way to the door. The scent of perfume, cologne, sex and beer leaves your nostrils to be replaced by the crisp freshness of the late night air. You stumble slightly and frown, the drinks had more of an effect than you thought. You turn right and head down the street. You are parked a block away. At the end of the block you realize that you have turned the wrong way. You turn around and can hear the faint sounds of music and laughter coming from the bar. You notice 3 men walking towards you at a fast pace. Their intent is clear from the beginning and you turn back to try and catch someone's attention. You walk away faster, but the men also walk faster. You turn down a dark side street and start running. The red heels impede you but you dare not stop, maybe the men will not see you in the dark. Your heart is pounding, you are out of breath. You can hear the inevitable patter of running feet behind you. You have no illusions that they will catch you now. You are a good runner but no match for these men. The fog in your brain has lifted, you are thinking quickly trying to select the best option and analyzing why you went this way. You KNEW that when you left the bar this was the wrong direction, you heard the men following you before you got too far from the safety of the bar. You body is sweating from the exercise, and your pussy is soaked. You know what you did. You dread what is about to come but you are excited, trembling and breathless as you stumble on. The events that have transpired so far have followed an unpredictable path in your mind. But in the minds of the three men stalking you it will be a reward for hours of patience. The men were sitting in a dark corner close to the door so they could check out all the girls as they entered the bar. They noticed you right away, all three of them wanted you and were bantered among themselves about who was going to be the "lucky" one. As the tall red headed guy approached you, they thought their chances were done, but to their astonishment you quickly trundled off to the dance floor with dark and tall. Three cocks got painfully hard as they watched you being finger fucked. They enjoyed the show, and were equally surprised by the short trip to the bathroom and your coming out alone. Figuring that you were still looking for more "action" the three men drew lots to attract your attention first. Wearing tight white jeans and an unbuttoned red shirt, the first candidate was up first. Long flowing blonde hair, golden chains dangling from his throat he sauntered hopefully in your direction. His erection was clearly visible in the tight white pants. The delivery was awkward, the speech clichéd and unimpressive, no interest was garnered and the candidate returned to the table without even buying you drink. As he returned back to the table, #2 set off and saw you cross your legs flashing plenty of upper thigh. #2 had a raging hard on, his baggy pants did little to hide the condition. This was a cock that every women wanted to suck and fuck. Unfortunately, the receding hairline and diminutive stature of #2, meant that you didn't even see his manhood. The sweaty, glistening forehead was a huge turn-off and #2 quickly returned to the table. #3 was so disgusted that he did not even try to approach you. He fed ideas into the head of his friends about how they would wait until you left the club. He was the athlete of the three men- stocky, tall, well built and very black. He is a sexual animal who loves abusing women with his monster sized cock and he is clearly the leader of this pack. They are primed and ready for a hunt. So as you approached the door and slip out, the men were ready for action. They wanted only one thing- to rape you and teach you a lesson for causing the painful, hard, unrelieved erections all night long. The men catch you. You are lying on the ground nursing a twisted ankle thanks to one of the heels that had given out. The men don't say much. They grab your arms and tear off your black thigh high stockings. They bend you over a railing, spread your arms wide and tie your hands to it. There is a sharp coolness pressing in your back. "Don't move or this will hurt," a deep voice whispers in your ear. The sharpness follows the line of your spine and you feel your blouse fall away. You are trembling, hoping the man does not reverse the blade to slit you open. "Personally I don't mind a little blood while I am fucking, what do you think? Should I make you bleed? Should I drive my blade between your ribs and fuck you until you bleed out? You deserve some pain for being such a fucking tease in that bar," the man slaps you across the face. You neck twists and you taste the iron laced liquid from your bloody lip. He hits you again, both cheeks are red now, blood is dripping from your mouth onto the concrete under the railing. You whimper and shudder. "What do you think boys, do you want to see her bleed more?" he asks. You feel your skirt being torn from your body. The cool knife slices through your bra and your ample breasts spill out. The knife blade circles one of your nipples which crinkles in response to the cool air and the hardness of his blade. "You picked a perfect spot for us. You can scream your head off and no one will hear. We could dissect your body right here and no one will know until Monday when they collect the trash," he taunts. You hear his zipper slide down. His hands grabs your hips and in one motion he is inside you. His cock drives into you to the hilt and then he starts fucking you. You are gasping for air, the speed of his entry shocks you and catches you by surprise. Before you can get your breath back you feel powerful hands prying your jaws open and a cock enters your mouth for the second time tonight. You are trying hard to breath and also give yourself enough room so your teeth do not graze the sensitive member's skin in your mouth. You feel it expanding as you suck it hungrily and a pair of hands grabs your hair and starts to slam your head down onto the member. Your pussy is tingling and throbbing. It wants to be used and the man behind you is doing just that. He is brutally pounding deeply into your soaking pussy. You can hear his breaths get closer and closer together. All this stimulation is too much, you are cumming, your pussy is spasming again and you close your eyes. You are oblivious to the pounding and to the hands dragging your head up and down like a rag doll. The man behind you groans and you feel his seed coating your insides. The fact that you are not on birth control perversely intensifies your orgasm. The danger of the knife, the life threatening situation, the thought of a rape derived pregnancy makes you crave more. The cool night air hits your pussy as he pulls out and you are filled with regret and longing. You want more. "You are such a fucking tease, but your cunt is hot!" exclaims the man from behind. "She was cumming like crazy while I drilled her!" "Time for some more pain I think," says a third voice. "There is nothing better than listening to a hot bitch begging." You feel the cold swish of air on your bare bottom, followed by the dull pain of a belt hitting your cheeks. You want to cry out but your head is controlled by powerful hands intent on mouth fucking you. One wrong twist and it would end badly for you. Another blow is delivered, followed by another and another. The flogger is in a steady rhythm and the dull pain becomes sharper and sharper with each delivery. A steady flow of tears drips onto the cold grey concrete as you try to cope with the cock gagging your throat and the heat burning your sensitive derriere. There is a short break in the beating. "Oh man, look at that! Beautiful rosy cheeks. But I prefer red roses..." the excitement is growing in his voice. "Twist her nipples while I beat her more..." In a strange twist of perversity, a softly manicured hand reaches underneath you and starts to roll your nipples until they are hard. You welcome the distraction, and instead of yanking on them hard or biting them, the man gently pulls and tweaks them. You feel the creamy discharge of the first rapist dripping down your leg and combined with the nipple play it spurs on the burning fires of desire. The beating resumes, the kissing leather on your soft skin cracks loudly each time. The man is putting his arm though each stroke, the pain becomes intense and yet you welcome it. There is more and more, eventually turning your skin from pink to a bright flaming red, interspersed with blue and black angry bruises. The hands leave your breasts and your mouth is empty. Your head is left to loll and the cock that was entertaining your mouth plunges into your pussy. You welcome it, and close your eyes as you savor the fullness stretching your insides. It is thick and fills you like you have never experienced before. It goes deeper and deeper until it hits bottom causing you to wince in pain. "Oh god, surely not?" you think. His cock is pressing hard against your cervix trying to push through the small opening. The pressure builds and builds until you feel an intense pain deep inside. The man does not attempt to pull back. He grunts more and pushes deeper until you can feel his balls touching your pussy lips. You are crying from the pain and you feel rough hands grab your breasts and start to squeeze them brutally. The pain builds up in your chest and then something magical happens. The pain deep inside turns to a dull throb, the cock is fucking you now. This is evil and primal and you feel a massive wave of pleasure wash over you. It is followed by wave after wave so intense that you are oblivious to everything. All you care about is the feeling of that huge rapacious cock inside your uterus. You visualize it squirting cum deep inside you, the waves keep coming. Your pussy is contracting, out of control, orgasm after orgasm, bright, white spots fill your vision as you will the abusive battering deep inside you to continue. You barely notice another cock sliding into your mouth. No hand grabs you, but you suck it willingly, you want to be a whore for these men. The intense contractions are more than the cock can resist and you feel the man cumming. He is louder than you. Panting hard, praising God, you feel his seed splatter against your deepest places. He presses hard for what seems like an eternity and then his cock pulls out. You are still cumming, you ignore the pain of his retraction. Your pussy lips are coated white from the sexual cocktail and flared open from the intense activity. Framed by the bright red, rosy cheeks it paints a beautifully explicit picture than would have turned you on even more if you could have seen it. The cock leaves your mouth and you feel it enter you from behind. After the two other large cocks it is disappointingly small. You feel the man thrust 3 or 4 times and then he grunts. He cums quickly, but you don't care. You are still feeling the after effects of the previous occupants. Your eyes are closed. You hear the click of feet fading in the distance. The coolness of the evening asserts itself against your naked body making you shiver even though you hot. You have never cum for so hard or for so long. A sense of calm and peace that has not been with you for a long time fills your soul. I guess you did get what you wished for after all.