Dale wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer. He couldn’t understand why his oft stated personal policy that a girl was good for “cooking, cleaning and kids” hadn’t gotten him a girlfriend yet. After yet another date went wrong halfway through he’d retired to the bar to bemoan the state of events. Little did he know that the girl he’d just pissed off was a witch. She’d heard his drunken rant and decided to help him out.
I’d been working hard these past few weeks. Too hard, in my humble opinion. Thanks to a series of unfortunate events, I was in effect doing three separate jobs at my office for the price of two. I wanted a break.
It had all started with that weird figurine my mom had bought all those years ago. I’d never liked that figurine, but my family all though it looked neat so it was kept. Then I started to get these really weird feeling in my chest and privates. Almost like a burning feeling, you know? I thought maybe I just had an infection or something, but then once I’d moved out of my house and set up in my own apartment building I noticed something else even weirder.
“How’s it going Danny? You ready for my date?” Amanda teased. She figured Danny had to be ready to murder her. It was his own fault, after all. He’d scared off her last date; it was only fair he made this up to her. Swapping him into her body was unusual, but hey–all’s fair in love and war, right?
(Left to right)
“Seriously? Not only do you go in my room, which I told you explicitly not too, you also spend…..three hundred dollars on clothes, take my jewelry, and fuck the neighbor? Seriously?”
Beth grinned as she cupped “Maria”‘s tit. Not that she really seemed to notice—she was too busy bouncing up and down on Kev.
“You…you bastard!” Tony winced. “Babe, I didn’t—” “Didn’t what, Tony!? Didn’t know what she wanted to do? Didn’t see what she was getting at? I asked you not to go back to that gym! I knew this would happen!”
Bailey had met his contact Harrison at this really shifty motel a couple miles outside of town. Every other time they’d met up things had gone completely according to plan. Bailey supplied the cash, Harrison gave him the drugs. They had the system down pat.
We had been bored and halfway broke. I’d idly wondered if body suits were authentic enough to have sex in. At the time I hadn’t known Pete was gay. He was, though, and when he heard that he had gotten very quiet. I found out why several days when I’d walked into my room to find a girl waiting for me. A naked one, at that.