by Anistasia Allread
“Yes, Mr. Darling.” the waiter quickly went to work on removing the cork and pouring the rock star and his famous girlfriend each a glass of bubbly.
“Excuse me, Mr. Darling.” the manager looked embarrassed.
“Yes?” Derek asked putting the glass of champagne back on the table.
“I'm sorry to disturb your meal, Sir, but the Mayor and his family are dining across the room and his daughter is a huge fan and was would like to get an autograph.”
Derek looked to the table that the man was referring and spied the Mayor and his pre-pubescent teen-age daughter grinning a mouth full of braces at him as she pushed her thick glasses back up in place on her nose.
“Do you mind?” Derek asked his girlfriend Stashia without removing his gaze from across the room.
“Get it over with.” Stashia rolled her eyes.
“It'll be your turn soon enough.” he stated. He looked at the nervous manager and smiled. “Go ahead and send her over.”
“Thank you, Mr. Darling.” the manager sighed with relief.
“I have to win Nationals before anyone will even recognize me.” Stashia complained.
“You have it in the bag, Honey.” Derek reassured her. “I saw you skate yesterday. You were incredible.”
“Thanks, but I'm going to need more than a special song from you to win this competition.” Stashia sipped her champagne. “Sean and I need to be able to land our side by side jump and figure out how to hold that lift.”
“You've got two weeks before Nationals.” Derek reminded her. “You've got plenty of time to iron out the kinks.”
Stashia rolled her eyes. She dipped a piece of bread into a small dish of pesto and munched on it as the Mayor and his daughter approached.
“Sorry to bother you while you're eating,” The Mayor smiled down at Derek. “My daughter Kaylee is a huge fan of yours and was wondering if she could get a picture and an autograph?”
“Come on over here, Kaylee.” Derek invited. The shy and anxious girl giggled to herself as she stood by the rock singer.
“I have all of your songs on my I-pod.” She stammered. She held a piece of paper and a pen out to Derek.
“Do you have your I-pod with you?” he asked.
Kaylee nodded.
“May I see it?”
Kaylee looked to her dad who nodded.
“My mom has it, I'll be right back.” She practically sprinted across the restaurant.
“This means a whole lot to her.” The Mayor smiled.
“I remember being her age and seeing a rock singer as well.” Derek grinned.
“Here, Derek.” Kaylee thrust the pink I-pod at him.
Derek pulled out a special pen from the breast pocket of his leather jacket. “Do you mind?” he looked to the excited girl.
Kaylee shook her head, “No.” She giggled.
Derek turned the I-pod over and wrote on it. “Let that dry a bit before tucking it away.” he advised.
Kaylee looked at the I-pod and squealed. “Oh my God! Thank you, Derek!”
The Mayor using his phone took a picture of his little girl with her new friend.
“Do you know who this is?” Derek asked nodding to his girlfriend.
Kaylee shook her head.
“That is Stashia. She is going to win the gold medal in figure skating at the Olympics.”
Kaylee's eyes got really big as she looked from her idol to the beautiful blonde sitting across from him.
“Pleased to meet you, Kaylee.” Stashia smiled.
“You are so much prettier in person.” Kaylee blurted out.
“Why thank you, Kaylee.” Stashia smiled. “You are very pretty too.”
“Could I get your autograph too, Stashia?” Kaylee asked.
Stashia was caught off guard. “Why sure.” She smiled, “I'd be delighted to.”
Kaylee handed her the paper and pen that she had brought with her and Stashia signed it.
“Thank you, both of you.” the Mayor nodded steering his daughter away from Derek. “Hope to see you at the polls.”
Derek grinned a big smile. “To vote you out of office.” he said between clenched teeth only loud enough for Stashia to hear.
“Derek.” Stashia admonished.
“The guy is a moron.” Derek replied.
“Why did you sign her stuff if you don't like him?”
“Sales, Stashia. It's Kaylee and her friends who buy my songs.”
The waiter brought two plates out and set them in front of the couple as the warm sun began to set over the water.
“So,” Stashia posed as she poked at her sea-food Caesar salad, “Will Jake be waiting for us at home?”
Derek shook his head. “No. I told him that we were to have a night alone. No interruptions. . . . except from Mayor's daughters.”
“What are we going to do?” Stashia asked.
“I figured we could polish off another bottle or two of bubbly while we sit in some bubbly.” Derek winked at his girlfriend.
“I can't stay up too late.” Stashia told him. “I've got to be at the gym by seven tomorrow.”
“Can't you give Sean the day off?” He loved that way that the warm sun made her long blonde hair glow.
Stashia shook her head. “It's amp up time. I've got to be in the gym or on the ice every day before Nationals.”
Derek sighed heavily. “I guess I could spend some more time in the studio then.”
“As soon as Nationals is over, I'll have a couple of days off.” Stashia promised. “We could go to Maui or something.”
“Ooooh, I haven't been surfing in a long time.” Derek sounded interested.
“You can go anytime you want, right here.” Stashia pointed out the window at the white foamy surf.
“Its not the same.” Derek tucked into his dinner.
==P==
“I'm waiting.” Derek called from the hot tub. He had a two glasses of champagne poured and waiting as he slipped into the bubbling steaming water.
The wet surfaces shimmered and twinkled from the overhead white Christmas lights that he kept up year round to add mood to the hot tub area.
“I need to put up my hair.” Stashia explained. “The chlorine will ruin it.” She finished winding her blonde tresses on top of her head and fastened it with two elastics.
Derek watched as the fit, muscular figure emerged from the bedroom wearing a two piece bikini. He was glad that the bubbles in the hot tub were able to mask his excitement as she slowly slipped down into the water next to him.
Derek settled back into the water as Stashia stepped closer. She placed a hand on either side of his head and smiled down at him. Derek placed a hand on her hips and pulled her closer. His lips parted as her soft pink lips lightly caressed his. Stashia straddled him and leaned into him, pressing her breasts against his upper chest.
Derek was startled when he heard a loud pop, but the taste of Stashia was too tantalizing. His tongue explored her mouth as her fingers grabbed at his dark curly hair.
Two more pops sounded then very muscle in his body suddenly locked up as an electric current coursed through his body. For a split second his mind whirled at what was happening. Stashia's fingers were clamped to his head her teeth bit down on his tongue as she too was locked rigid. Then everything went black as his mind shut down to protect itself.
==S==
Derek's entire body hurt. Not only did it hurt, but it felt strange. The morning light from the window wasn't helping much either. The last thing he remembered was hearing the sound of electricity popping and then being electrocuted.
He rolled over in bed and moaned. Was it a nightmare? Surely no one could have survived an accident such as that. He flopped his hand around searching for Stashia. She should have left for the gym already, but he always felt around for her anyway. A moan sounded next to him. He might get the morning with her after all, if she didn't make it to the gym.
Derek didn't remember the bed being this wide. Usually if he felt around for Stashia, she was easily with in reach, even if she was on the edge of the bed. His hand felt warm skin, and his mind began to feel at ease. He stroked the bare bit of skin. Something didn't feel right. His hand felt a bit more. Was she sleeping upside down in bed? Her arms weren't that muscular. The only part of her that was that muscular was her thighs. Derek felt around a bit more and felt hairs on the muscular part of his girlfriend. He didn't remember seeing or feeling hair on her last night in her two piece. He would have definitely remembered that.
As painful as they felt, Derek opened his eyes and looked across the bed at the mounded pile of blankets. A patch of thick dark curly hair showed in an opening.
“What the fuck!” Derek yelled and bolted up.
Derek only caught a glimpse of figure in bed as it jerked and fell off the bed before a curtain of long blonde hair fell across his eyes blocking everything from view.
“What the fuck!” he cursed again as he swiped at the hair to get it away from his face.
“Oh my God! What the fuck is happening!” a deep voice boomed.
Author's note — I've changed the spelling of Stashia to Stacia. I was having too difficult of a time typing it correctly.
Derek wiped the blonde hair out of his face and swore again. The voice that came out of his mouth did not sound like his. The whole world seemed out of balance, out of focus.
A large figure rose shakily from the floor, tangled in sheets and blankets. “What the fuck, what the fuck, oh my God, what the fuck!”
Derek watched as the figure that he had always seen in a mirror or in pictures rose from the floor. “Who are you?” he tried to growl, but the voice that came out sounded more scared than anything.
“What the fuck happened?” the man who looked like Derek roared. “This must be a dream. This must be a dream, oh please let this be a dream.”
“Who are you.” Derek again demanded in the strange voice.
“Stacia.” Derek's twin looked at him for the first time. “Oh my God, Who are you?” it called.
“Derek.”
The large Derek look a like collapsed to the floor in a faint.
Derek went to hands and knees to crawl across the bed. He felt weight pulling on his chest and the blonde hair fell again across his face. He peered over the bed at the passed out Derek look a like his mind reeling at what was taking place in front of him. A flash of something caught his eye. He looked down at his hand. But it wasn't his hand. It was the delicate slender hand with manicured, lacquered nails and the flash coming from a diamond ring.
Derek lifted the hand and tucked the hair behind his ear before studying the hand more closely. He then put the hand to his face. Instead of a light stubble, his face was very smooth and silky his fingers traveled over the unfamiliar face, then down his neck to his long slender neck and then to two unfamiliar weights on his chest. He looked down at where his hand was touching and looked down the cleavage of two perky breasts encased in a slightly damp bikini top.
The body on the floor began to stir.
“Are you alright?” Derek asked.
“I just had the worst dream.” the person looking like Derek moaned.
“Stacia?” Derek was uncertain of the name.
“Huh?”
“I sure hope this is a bad dream.” Derek pulled his legs under himself.
The Derek on the floor slowly sat up and put his hand to his head. “My god, my hair's gone.” The hand felt around on it's head. “What the fuck?” Derek saw the eyes that he had seen in the mirror so many times look up at him “What is going on?” the voice was shaky.
“Stacia?” Derek ventured again.
“What?”
“What do you remember about last night?”
“The restaurant, coming home and getting into the hot tub. . . . that's it.” She looked up at Derek. “Is that you, Derek?”
Derek nodded, long hair moved up and down his mostly bare back, it was a weird sensation. “I don't remember anything after that either.”
“I'm you?” Stacia looked down at her naked male body. “Oh my God, how did this happen?”
“I — I don't know.” Derek found his eyes welling with tears.
“How are we going to fix it?” Stacia groaned.
“I don't know.” Derek's lip quivered and tears flowed freely down his, or should he say Stacia's cheeks. “I don't know.
“I'm scared.” Stacia admitted.
“I am too.” Derek nodded. “I'm going to be sick.” Derek got out of bed and stumbled across the floor unused to the length and size of steps that he had in the shorter body. He collapsed near the toilet and leaned over to have a curtain of blonde hair fall across his face and brush against the toilet seat. He quickly pulled the hair to one side before expelling the contents of Stacias stomach.
“I can't be you.” Stacia stated from the doorway.
Derek flushed the toilet and looked up through tear blurred eyes. “I can't be you either. I have a recording session next week and then a concert tour starting.”
“I have the Nationals and then the Olympics.” Stacia shot back. “You going to skate for me? In the Olympics?”
“I can barely stay upright on those things.” Derek admitted.
Stacia was looking in the mirror at Derek's face. “I'm so scratchy.” She complained.
“I have to take a piss.” Derek told her.
Derek watched as his body carefully walked out of the bathroom, holding on to the door frame and walls as it went.
Derek pulled himself up to standing and then yanked down the bikini bottoms. How hard can this be? He told himself. With the bikini bottoms around his ankles and sat on the toilet. He became aware of long hair brushing his butt and toilet. He gathered it all up and held it off to one side before he relaxed his muscles. “ick, this feels so weird.” he called, his voice breaking slightly as he cried. “This long hair is getting in the way of everything.”
“How do you think I feel? I have a sausage dangling between my legs and hair all over my body.” Stacia called back. “Hurry up, I think I've got to go too.”
Derek flushed when done, and tried to decide whether or not to pull the slightly damp bikini bottoms back on. He kicked them off. Holding on to the counter then to the door frame he made his way back into the bedroom. “I can't stop crying.” he wiped at the tears flowing down his cheeks.
“I want to cry but can't seem too.”
“How do you stand this?” They both said in unison. They just stared at one another for a moment.
Derek watched as his body made it's way wobbly past him and in to the bathroom.
“How do I do this?”
“Do what?”
“Go to the bathroom? Do I sit down? Or stand up?”
“Stand up, aim, and pee.” Derek still couldn't get used to hearing the sound of this new voice. It didn't even sound like what Stacia's voice sounded like. It was different.
The sound of urine hitting the water in the toilet sounded. “Ew. This is kind of gross.”
“What is?”
“You actually have to touch your dick and aim it.” Stacia explained. “and it doesn't all go in like a stream. No wonder you get piss all over the place.
“I think sitting and peeing is more gross.” Derek held on to the bed post and looked around the room. “Why am I so dizzy?”
“I think our minds have to get used to dealing with different center's of gravity, height and stuff.” The toilet flushed. “Of course it's gross,why do you think women complain about the toilet seat never being put down.”
Derek watched as his body strode more certainly over to the bed and collapsed into it. “You seem to be getting used to walking.” he observed.
“I have to rely on muscle memory while skating.” Stacia looked over to her body laying on the bed looking back. “Derek?” she asked.
“What?” Derek asked.
“Would you hold me?”
“Hold you?”
“I'm scared and really need to be held right now.” Stacia almost whined.
Derek scooted his girlfriend's body closer and wrapped a slender arm over his body.
“Thank you.”
Derek wiped the remnants of tears into the pillow and blankets as his mind scrambled to grasp what had happened to the two of them. It looks as if they had switched bodies, but how is that even possible? Then there was the fact that they both remember being in the hot tub but neither had any knowledge or memory of how they got to their bed.
A cell phone rang causing both to jump. Stacia reached an arm around grasping for the device.
“Is it yours?” Derek asked.
“It's probably Sean, wondering where I am.”
“I need to answer it then.” Derek reached to take the phone from her. “If he hears my voice, he'll have wonder what is going on.”
“Oh shit, you're right. What do we do?”
“Give it here.” Derek beckoned. He took the phone and answered it.
“Hi Sean.”
“Where are you?” Sean asked.
“I'm still in bed. I am really sick.” Derek made and excuse.
“Get down here. We need to work on our side by side triple axle and our dismount of that lift.”
“I can't even get out of bed.” Derek stated, “I'm dizzy and can't even walk straight.” it was true.
“Do I need to come over and take you to the ER?” Sean asked.
“No!” Derek panicked. “No.” he said more calmly as he forced the heart in his chest to beat more slowly. “I think I just need to lay in bed and drink lots of fluid. I'll see the Dr. if I'm not better tomorrow.”
“Where is Derek?” Sean asked.
“He's actually sick too.” Derek told Stacia's partner and friend.
“Mmm.” he heard over the phone. “Call me if you need me.”
“I will.” Derek promised. He disconnected the call and sighed heavily.
“Is he pissed?” Stacia asked.
“No. Why would he be pissed?”
“Because we have so much to work on and almost no time to do it in.” Stacia whined.
“We need to figure out what happened last night.” Derek said more to himself than to Stacia.
“I don't remember anything.”
“Do you know how we got into bed?” Derek asked.
“No.” Stacia shook her head slightly. “Hold me?”
Derek draped the slender feminine arm over his body. “We can't just lay here in bed and hope that this is a bad dream.”
“I know.” Stacia stated. “I just need to be held for a few minutes longer.”
Derek began to work on understanding what happened to them when he heard his body's stomach growl.
“Uh, I'm hungry.” Stacia stated unnecissarily.
“I think I am too.” Derek agreed.
“I'm craving bacon.”
“Oh, and eggs.” Derek agreed.
“You're not eating eggs and bacon while in my body.” Stacia sat up on the edge of the bed and looked down at Derek in her body.
“What do you mean?” Derek asked.
“You eat like I've seen you eat and you'll be making me gain twenty pounds within a week.” Derek watched as Stacia shook his head. “You're eating a bagle and having some fruit.”
“Yuck.” Derek grimaced.
“You are training my body for the Nationals. You'll be eating right.” Stacia insisted.
Derek watched as his naked body rose from the bed.
“I feel strange, not wearing anything on my chest.” Stacia stated. She went to the closet and pulled out a large T-shirt and pulled it on over her head. “So your dick just flops around all of the time?”
“Unless you're horny.”
Stacia pulled a pair of sweats on over masculine legs. “All of this body hair just feels wrong.” She stated. Maybe I'll shave it.”
“Don't you dare.” Derek bolted up right despite the spinning in his head. He swiped long blonde hair out of his face and glared at his girlfriend.
“Jeeze.” Stacia stated. “I didn't mean it.”
“You don't seem to be taking this situation seriously.” Derek stated as the room stopped spinning.
“I am too.” Stacia roared. “I just don't know what to do?”
“Fix us some breakfast. I'll try to figure this out.” Derek chewed on a lower lip.
To be Continued. . .
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