RPS 3

==R==

Once Stacia in his body left, Derek sprawled out on the bed and began trying to wrap his brain around what might have happened to cause this body mind switch. They had dinner at the restaurant then came home and got into the hot tub. The next thing he could recall was waking up in bed in his fiancees body.

“God! Why can't I remember!” the high pitched voice screamed.

This wasn't helping him to remember at all. He slid to the edge of the bed and went to stand up and nearly fell sprawling across the room. Stacia's feet couldn't reach the floor from the bed. His body had no problem.

Derek focused on what he was doing and crossed the room to his dresser. He fished through his underwear drawer and realized that anything that he might grab from there would be too large. Holding onto the dresser, he turned and focused on Stacia's nightstand looking dresser. One step after another he made it with out falling. It took two tries to find the right drawer. He dug through the silky panties, most were pink or had flowers. Some were lace and one was nothing but ruffles.

Stacia's long fingernails closed on a pair of black silky panties and smiled as he held them aloft in victory until he realized that compared to his boxers, these panties were constructed of a fraction of the fabric. The caveman part of his mind threw a few dirty thoughts to the forefront of his mind but he quickly suppressed them as he tried to figure out which hole was for his now feminine waist and which holes were for his now soft curvy legs.

“Crap, they even make their underwear complicated.” he muttered. He managed to get the black pair on then pulled a black bra from the drawer above.

It was a struggle, but Derek managed to get the damp bikini top off from Stacia's breasts. With their freedom came two weights on his chest that he'd never experineced before. He had always admired Stacia's breasts but had never been able to experience them from this perspective. Delicate long fingers adorned with long manicured nails cupped breasts that he'd handled with different hands. Their silky, softness felt different coming from these hands.

“What are you doing in there?” Derek heard his voice call from the kitchen.

“Trying to get dressed.” he called back. He dropped the breasts and felt them wobble a bit as they settled.

Derek had taken plenty of bras off of a women in his lifetime. He prided himself at being able to release the hooks one handed. Putting a bra on however, proved to be much harder than taking one off.

After a few minutes of contorting Stacia's body and flipping long hair out of his face he managed to get it on and in place. He turned and looked into the full length mirror. He'd seen Stacia do it so often now he was doing it.

It was unnerving looking out of Stacia's eyes and seeing her body looking back at him in the mirror. Her blonde hair was a mess. He tried raking Stacia's long fingers through it to comb out some of the snarls, but to no avail.

“Get dressed.” he told Stacia's reflection.

Walking as if he was drunk, Derek made it over to the closet. He looked at the abundance of clothes that Stacia had at her disposal. No wonder she could never make up her mind as to what to wear. She had too many choices to choose from.

He was torn. Should he put something on that was comfortable, such as sweats or jeans? Or should he try wearing something that he had liked seeing her wear?

“Ah hell.” Derek closed his eyes and thrust his hand into the closet and grabbed something. He opened his eyes and pulled out a long tiered white skirt. “Well, it looks comfortable.”

Derek looked on the inside of the waist band, pulled long blonde hair out of his way, and began turning the skirt around. “How can she tell the front from the back?” he muttered. Even muttering, her voice sounded strange.

Giving up, Derek stepped into the skirt and pulled it up over Stacia's muscular thighs. He grabbed a blue ribbed tank and pulled it over his head. He had to grab a hold of a mass of hair and release it from the neck of the tank. He was surprised at how the fabric clung to Stacia's figure. It was as if the top was embracing him in a soft comfortable hug.

==P==

Stacia made her way to the kitchen. She had to be dreaming. This had to be a nightmare of some kind. Freaky Friday was a movie, not something that actually happened to random people.

Everything in the house looked different to her. She was looking out of eyes that were taller than she was in her tallest heels or even while she was on her skates, not that she'd ever worn her skates in the house. Her toe brushed against the kitchen cabinet. His feet were huge. How could anyone walk and not damage their feet when they were this big?

Her stomach grumbled again. She was so hungry. She needed to get something in her stomach fast. Meat, eggs, protien. She was craving protien, or rather, Derek's body was.
She hadn't had bacon for breakfast in almost a year. The fat and cholesteral was more than her body could handle. Derek's body on the other hand would be able to take it no problem. She pulled bacon, eggs, and cheese out of the fridge. Her mind salivated at the prospect of actually partaking of the temptations she had denied herself for years.

Stacia pulled out a large skillet for the bacon and a small frying pan for the eggs. Out of habit, she leaned up against the counter while cracking the eggs. The unfamiliar feeling of the counter pressing against a penis startled her. She tossed the egg shell into the trash and put her hand down to feel the male organ through the sweat pants.
“Boy, that is sensative.” She whispered.

Stacia finished placing the bacon on the skillet and started her eggs. “Coffee. Need coffee.” She started the pot and checked on the progress of her protien and fat rich breakfast.

Stacia rubbed an itch on her cheek and grimaced at the rough scruff that was growing out of her chin. After breakfast she would have to shave. How could men stand having that prickly stuff on their faces of all places. Again she bumped up against the counter. The strange appendage reacted. “Whoah, what is that?” Stacia tried to say anything too loud for fear of Derek teasing her.

Looking down at what she was doing and not seeing breasts was a bit unnerving. As a little girl, she had wanted breasts. During puberty, even though that stage was difficult as it is for all young girls, She was anxious and excited for the growth of her breasts. They had messed with her balance while skating, but she had to learn to adapt to their extra weight and movement during her spins and jumps. Now looking down and not seeing them made her want to cry, but this body didn't seem to have tear ducts. Stacia slammed a spatula down in frustration and cringed. She hadn't realized how much stronger she was in this body.

“You okay?” Derek came out of the back room.

Stacia took a double take. She wasn't used to seeing herself from any perspective but a mirror.

“Uh, yeah, I'm just frustrated.” She regained her concentration.

“Mmm coffe smells good.”

Derek poured himself a cup and took a sip. “Oh gross.”

Stacia hearing her voice raise an octive or two almost cringed at how high it was. “What?”

“Somethings wrong with the coffee.”

“No there isn't. It's the same as I make it every morning.”

“It tastes bitter.” Derek complained.

“Add two sugars and a touch of creamer.” Stacia instructed.

“I don't like it that way.” Derek grimaced.

“But I do, and you are expierencing everything in my body.”

“Oh.” Derek poured some of the coffee into a different cup and did as Stacia had instructed.

“You like yours black, right?” Stacia asked.

Derek nodded. “How do you deal with all of this hair always in your face?” Derek asked.
“I like my hair.” Stacia protested. “I thought you did too.”

“I do, but this is always in my face and itching me.”

“Come sit down.” Stacia pointed to a chair. “You are walking better.” she noticed.

“Yeah, I think I'm starting to get used to being short.” Derek sighed.

“Oh my butt is getting fat.” Stacia said looking at her butt from an angle no one is supposed to see it from. “You are definitely eating fruit and a piece of dry toast for breakfast.”

“That's sick.” Derek protested.

“Quiet and hold still.” Stacia ordered. She grabbed a brush from a drawer and quickly brushed out her long blonde hair. She began to French braid it but Derek's thick fingers weren't as dexterous as her own. She had to try two more times before she was able to get all of the hair into a tight braid. “There. That should help.”

“Thanks.” Derek swung his head around. “You need to flip your eggs. They smell done.”

“Really? I don't smell anything.” Stacia hurried over to the stove. “Oh my.” she hurridly removed the frying pan from the stove. “I can usually smell that stuff.”

Derek ran a hand over the end of the blonde braid and gave it a slight tug.

“How does your coffee taste now?” Stacia asked.

“Better.”

“What are we going to do?” Stacia asked. She flipped the bacon and buttered the toast, leaving one dry for Derek. He may not like dieting, but she would be damned if he made her gain weight.

“I don't have a clue.” Derek sighed. “I've never heard of this happening outside of a movie.”

Stacia put a bowl of fruit and a piece of dry toast in front of Derek. “Just eat it.” She stated when he pouted.

She put the plate of bacon eggs and toast together and sat down across the table from Derek. She picked up a piece of bacon and took a bite. She could have sworn that the heaves opened up casting a bright beam of light down on her and a full choir sang a rich note as she savored her first piece of bacon in six or more months.

“Do you think it might have been something we ate last night?” she posed.

Derek shrugged Stacia's shoulders.

“Or maybe the Mayor over heard your snide remark and had a hex put on us?”

Derek rolled his eyes. “I don't know. The last thing I remember is sitting in the hot tub. The next thing I remember is waking up in bed.”

“Lets get back in the hot tub.” Stacia stated.

The two finished their breakfast and walked out to the hot tub. Stacia slipped the sweats off of Dereks legs and became very aware of what was hanging between them. She tried to ignore the feeling and pulled off the T-shirt feeling funny doing so without the need of a bra. A light breeze blew across the hair on her chest causing a tickle. She scratched at it annoyed by the feeling.

Stacia looked up to see Derek in her body stripping out of her tank. He had already shed the skirt. He began trying to unfasten the bra, fumbling more than suceeding.

“Leave it on. Women don't just fling their bras off when ever they please.”

“Sorry.” Derek stopped fiddling and hopped down into the hot tub making a minimal splash.

Stacia was soon beside him. “Put my hair up.” she instructed. I don't want the chlorine in my hair.”

Derek rolled his eyes and pulled the braid up tucking it into itself. “Okay, what do you remember about last night?” he asked.

“Not much I was pretty tipsy.”

I remember getting in and then you followed.” Stacia could tell that Derek was thinking out loud. He sat in the water. “I was about here and you came in and straddled me.” he looked up at her. You straddled me and kissed me. That is all that I can remember. Do you remember anything else?”

Stacia shook Derek's head. “So with us now in different bodies, do I still straddle you or do you straddle me?”

“Let's try it with our bodies in the same places.” Derek stood up and made room for Stacia to take his place.

Stacia was aware of how the water level didn't come up nearly as far on Derek's body as it would have on hers. She looked up at her body feeling funny doing so. Derek looked down at her with a thoughtful look on her face then smiled. She watched as her body slowly approached then knelt down straddling Derek's lap.

Nothing happened. The two looked at one another waiting for something to happen.

“Put your hands on my face and kiss me.” Stacia suggested.

“What?”

“When I straddle you in the hot tub it usually means that I'm going to kiss you.”
She looked up at her startled face.

“We'd be kissing our selves.” Derek pointed out.

“Only physically. Close your eyes and think of it as our souls kissing.”

Derek grimaced.

“You do want to change back don't you?”

“Yes.”

“Then close your eyes and kiss me.” She closed her own eyes and puckered up.

Stacia felt manicured hands lightly touch scruffy cheeks. A moment later she felt soft lips touch hers. If that wasn't strange enough on it's own, she felt a tightening in her groin as a warm feeling of comfort flowed through her body.

==S==

Derek slowly opened his eyes to look at the world around him.

To be Continued. . . . ; P