I knew they'd be around to check on me. I'd run afoul of the witch's council too often for them not to keep an eye on me. So when their investigator came sniffing around and spoke to me I was ready.

I pretended not to know her which got her curiosity aroused but I knew the first thing she'd notice was the absence of magic. When she asked in a roundabout way about my magic I had the perfect story ready.

"You know about magic? Finally someone that will believe me!"

I looked at her plaintively, almost begging. I think I could have won an oscar for my performance.

"This woman stole my body! No one will believe that I'm really Frederick Carstairs. They all think I'm crazy or lying to get my hands on my money. His money now. Somehow she magicked me and swapped bodies."

The investigator mumbled some minor spell words hoping to catch me out. I just continued asking for her to believe me. She couldn't ignore my complete lack of magic. I'd taken a big risk transferring all my magic to Frederick the one time we met. He was a rich arrogant playboy prick who expected me to let him screw me just because of who he was.

I knew that the council would have to investigate and verify my story. When they sent an investigator to check out Frederick Carstairs they'd find him full of magic but appearing to be hiding it. I'd even programmed a few defensive spells that would be triggered when they tried to bring him in front of the council.

He'd resist and protest his innocence and do it quite well and with a degree of arrogance that would tick the women on the council off. But there'd be a few gaps in his memory, some things he should know but didn't. I did though.

It went almost exactly like I'd planned. They were sure Frederick was lying and that he was really me and despite his protests pronounced sentence. They would permanently swap us and no future spells could ever allow either of us to be swapped again.

The only downside is they didn't leave Frederick's body with the magic as I had hoped. It was a long shot. I'd had to convince them that we'd swapped so I had to pass all my magic to him. I could hardly expect them to leave a normal with magic. But I was young, rich and handsome and best of all Frederick was now in my body.

It was a nice body. I'd taken good care of it. Maybe in time he'd appreciate it. But then I got real bonus. They imposed an additional penalty on Frederick, well me, they thought. For ten years he would be my maid. I carefully said that was unnecessary and cruel but the council said it was appropriate and necessary to set an example for any other witch who abused her power.

I told the council I understood, hiding my glee at this bonus. Ten years of him serving me knowing he'd been screwed. He'd think he'd actually be screwed but I wasn't dumb enough to do that. The council would smell a rat in a second. Instead he'd spend the next ten years in a sexy French maid's costume serving me my meals, running my bath and being eye candy for my new friends. I love it when a plan comes together.