What Goes Around, Cums Around (A Story of Erotic Vengance)
  by Raven and Snoopbone
  
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  It is often said that there is a thin line between love and hate.  What is it that 
separates one from the   other?  What is it that pushes a person from one side of 
the line to the other?  Perhaps it is power   . . . or the perception of power.  
Perhaps it is the person who does not have the power to change   the 
circumstances of their life who learns to love those same circumstances as a way 
of coping.   Perhaps it is the person who does have the power to change their 
life who develops a loathing as  a way to spur them in to action.  What would 
happen if the balance of power were suddenly and  drastically shifted?  What 
would happen if people who are on one side of that line suddenly find  themself 
on the other?
  
  You would have a story of erotic vengance most foul . . . 
  
  This is such a story.
  
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  Jimmy clenched his eyes a little tighter and bit his lower lip.  
  
  Oh, God . . . Heather gives great head, he thought, as she bobbed up and 
down on his swollen  shaft. The bolts of sheer pleasure that shot through his 
body were not enough to deter his mental  musings.  I don't know how she does 
it, but it's wonderful.  It feels fantastic knowing  that I have  this beautiful girl 
who will go down on her knees for me.  All she thinks of is pleasuring me.  
Yeah  . . . this is the life, Jimmy thought to himself!
  
  He snaked his hand into Heather's hair so that he could hold her head in place.  
This was the  ultimate!  Jimmy exploded in to a massive ejaculation.  He smiled 
in the dim light, when he heard  the sounds of Heather slurping down his warm 
sticky seed. 
  
  Later Jimmy  laying down in bed next to his current girlfriend.  Heather was a 
knock-out of a girl.   She was thin, but stood only 5' tall.  Her dirty-blonde hair, 
which was cut into a Jennifer Aniston  style shag,  made up a total package of 
staggering beauty.   To Jimmy she was so much more.  
  
  Heather the best looking girl in all of Carolina High School, and she was the 
captain of the  cheerleading squad.  Jimmy got to bang the best looking girl on a 
regular basis.  He got even better  bragging rights because she of her standing 
with their peers.    
  
  Jimmy had really lucked out when he wooed her into going out with him.  He 
could be the most  romantic person in the world . . . when he wanted to be.  
That gift served him well when  communicating with the silly girls in high 
school.  Their sentimental hearts just melted to poetic  words, when all they got 
was the unrefinded, crude remarks of every other guy in high school. 
  
  All of Jimmy's friends said that he could charm the panties off of a nun.
  
  He faked interest, and got her in his hands.  Now, after she had fallen head 
over heels in love,   Jimmy probably had Heather's heart for the rest of her life.  
She was in love with Jimmy, and  couldn't help it.  
  
  It was like one of those talk shows were the beaten wife stays by her man 
because she still loves  him. Jimmy's charm quickly waned after the initial 
seduction. He hadn't been really nice to her  since then.   He treated her like a 
dumb blonde.  
  
  Jimmy only kept Heather around to feel important, and to show her off in front 
of all the guys.  He  made her wear tight clothes to show off her awesome body.  
He made her wear outfits that turned  him on.  Overalls with belly shirts, a 
pierced belly button, and the crowning glory . . . her feet.
  
  As fate would have it, Jimmy had a foot fetish.  It was more like an obsession.  
As such, he  demanded that Heather keep her feet in immaculate condition.  He 
kept her toenails perpetually  filed, shaped, and painted with sultry pink polish.  
Onto this he added sexy toe rings, and ankle  bracelets.  Their sex play always 
started with Jimmy's care and treatment of her feet . . . all of the  way down to a 
cleaning with his tongue and mouth.
  
  Heather, for her part, hated this part of their "relationship."  The toerings and 
whatnot, along with  the 6" spiked heels, were a constant source of discomfort.
  
  All in all, Jimmy treated her just as her she appeared to be . . . a bimbo!
  
  However, lately he had taken to treating Heather like a sex slave. It wasn't 
passionate love that he  was seeking, but blow jobs and one sided affairs.  He 
only used the illusion of a caring relationship  to lure her into is power.
  
  Now she didn't have the willpower do anything about it. Her desperate hopes 
and dreams  wouldn't let her.  Heather would stay with Jimmy for life, in the 
dwindling hope that her dreams  would come true. 
  
  However, those hopes and dreams didn't blind her to the realities of her 
situation.
  
  This isn't fair, Heather thought, on her knees again after a brief respite in bed.   
Once we start to  get physical, and he finishes with my feet,  Jimmy pushes me 
down on him.  I have to get on my  knees and give him head.  I never get 
anything out of this relationship but heartache, and a mouthful  of cum each 
night.  It's just not fair.  I wish there were something I could do about all this.  
  
  Her knees were killing her.  Heather was stooped, down pumping his cock 
with one of her little  hands, while fondling his balls with the other.  She kept a 
steady beat by bobbing her head up and  down. All of this added to the insult 
that she felt.  It was just so demeaning for her to get on her  knees all the time.  
  
  The only sexual pleasure she got out of this relationship, aside from the 
occasional slap upon her  tear drop, wiggly ass, and a breast squeeze when he 
wanted to get off,  was the self satisfaction  she gave herself after Jimmy fell 
asleep.  It just wasn't fair.  
  
  He treats me like a bimbo, and never loves me like I love him.  He makes me 
give him head at the  drop of a hat.  That hurts me off more than anything.  He 
doesn't know what it's like.  How it  makes me feel so powerless.  I can't take 
this anymore.  I have to find a way out of this life . . . but  stay with Jimmy.  
But how can I . . . ugghh?
   
  Before she could finish her thought, a blast of Jimmy's semen came exploding 
in her mouth.  It was  the last straw she could take . . . Heather had enough of it 
all.  
  
  Jimmy rolled over, smiling at her,  "As good as always, my little cum-slut.  
You must really like  doing that."  
  
  Heather despised that damned nickname.  It made her so angry to be called a 
"Cum Slut."  Jimmy  acted like he was kidding her, but it was in reality a trick to 
call her that, and test her subserviance.   It wasn't working anymore.  
     
  Heather didn't like it.  She got up, as Jimmy rolled over to go to sleep, and 
went outside to sit on  the porch.  Jimmy's parents, the Thomas', wouldn't be 
home tonight.  The had left on a weekend  trip, giving Jimmy the run of the 
mansion.  She wasn't ready to head home to her folks home on  the wrong side 
of the tracks.  
  
  Sure, she would catch hell from her Mom and Dad for being out all night, but 
what could she do?   There weren't many options for her.  A girl's face and 
figure only lasts so long.  That rule even  applied to her . . . Heather Black.  
Maybe even more so!  Heather's exceptional face and body  were truly her only 
assets.  With a C- average at school, scholarships to a college were definately  
out of the question.  Her folks definately didn't have the funds to spring for an 
education after High  School.  The only thing the future held for someone like 
her was a job as a waitress at a truck stop,  or, if she was lucky, as a stripper at 
the club on the outskirts of town.
  
  That's where Jimmy came in. His family was the richest in town.  Hell, the 
owned over half of the  town!  If she could get him to fall in love, propose, or 
even get her knocked up, her whole life  would change.  She . . . Heather Black 
would have access to all of that Thomas money and power.
  
  Heather padded through the Thomas' well appointed kitchen on the way 
toward the porch.  Yes  . . . she could get used to all of this!
  
  The only problem was that Jimmy knew exactly how powerful and rich he 
was. That translated into  a certain arrogance, and tendency to use people.  
Jimmy had left in his wake a trail of girls that he  had used for his own pleasure, 
and then through away.  The only reason that Heather had lasted  this long was 
that she was the best looking girl in the whole area.
  
  That gave her the in that she needed to get him to fall in love with her.  That 
was why she was  putting up with all of his shit!  Unfortunately, Jimmy's idea 
of a romantic evening was playing with  Heather's feet to get himself turned on, 
and then making her suck his dick.  After he got his second  wind, she either 
had to blow him again, or lay there while he fucked her tits.
  
  The only thing worse than getting a mouthful of cum, was getting it on your 
face in in your hair!
  
  That reminded Heather.  She fixed herself a drink to get the taste of Jimmy's 
warm salty seed out  of her mouth, before exiting onto the porch.  She just sat 
there trying to figure out her life. 
  
  It wasn't that she didn't like doing as Jimmy asked. She did get some pleasure 
from it, but never  satisfaction.  Jimmy only rarely penetrated her . . . rarely 
made love to her as man is supposed to  do.  And so it went.  Jimmy exercised 
his power over her to get her to indulge his whims, in the  fading hope he would 
love her.  
  
  What would happen when he went off to college next year?  That though made 
Heather shiver.   She already knew the answer . . . she would be trapped!
  
  If there was only some way to make Jimmy see.  The realtionship is a two way 
street.  It shouldn't  be about serving his selfish needs.  He shouldn't use her 
hopes and dreams to degrade her on a  nightly basis.
  
  Heather looked up at the sky, staring at the stars.  She continued to sit, and 
searched the darkness  for some guidance.  
  
  She spoke up, not caring who heard obviously, "God help me out of all this.  I 
love Jimmy, and I  want to stay with him.  Give me some help.  I can't continue 
to live like this.  Jimmy doesn't know  what he's doing to me.  It's so hard to 
live my life and do what he wants ALL the time.  If only..." 
  
  With that statement a shooting star came swishing past her line of vision.  
Heather found herself  thinking about what to wish for.  She remembered 
reading somewhere that shooting stars were  expected for tonight.  Heather 
fantasized about what she would wish for, if she should wish for  anything at 
all.  
  
  "Maybe it's God's way of helping me," Heather concluded, under her breath. 
"Oh well, what can  it hurt.  Here goes, I wish...hmmmm"  
  
  Heather scratched her head for what seemed like forever.  Suddenly it hit her.   
"Here's what I wish for.  I wish that Jimmy and I would switch places.  I wish 
that he could just see  what he puts me through."  
  
  The shooting star zipped out of view, continuing it's path across the skies. 
  
  "I guess I was just being foolish, wishing on a star and all.  But hey...I'm just 
some dumb blonde  cheerleader.   I might as well face it, I'm only good for a 
piece of a ass, and a good blow-job.  If  it only it would come true.  I'd give him 
a taste of his own medicine.  The shoe would be on the  other foot then."  
     
  After finishing her drink, Heather went inside. She returned to the upstairs, but 
stayed in the  bathroom for a long, long time.  She noticed all the things about 
herself that she hated.  She truly  hated how beautiful she was.  It wasn't all it 
was cracked up to be.  She hated being treated like  a ditz just because she was a 
cheerleader . . . a pretty one at that.  However, most of all, she  hated  how 
short she was.  
  
  Her stature helped her out as a cheerleader because it enabled her to do flips 
and jumps easier.  Nevertheless, being 5' tall was no picnic.  Jimmy's  6'3'' 
frame powered over her.  There was no  doubt in her mind that it also affected 
her confidence levels.  He was SO intimidating.  
  
  Heather loathed how sexy she was.  It made people think that there was 
nothing between her ears  other than air.  Her whole body was appealing.  She 
had an awesome body, in fact.  Heather was  well shaped.  She had a nice pair 
of breasts.  Not too big or small.  However, her butt was erection  causing.  
  
  It was so round, and it wiggled every time she moved.  Heather's hips would 
sway.  Her breasts   would bounce up and down seductively . . . truly poetry in 
motion.  Yet, she would trade it all for  a future to look forward to.
  
  The disadvantage of being small became obvious when she kicked and danced 
her way through  the cheers.  Heather's tiny feet would be moving so fast that it 
caused her to be overly tired. By  the end of the game, she felt exhausted.  
Overall she had to work as twice as hard as taller people  in order to get the same 
job done.
  
  Of course, Jimmy didn't care. He just wanted her to put out for him while she 
was wearing the  cheerleading uniform.  He called it a turn-on.   "Putting out" 
for Jimmy was a little dance,  feeling  her up and then a good blow-job.   
  
  Heather looked down at her small feet with her pink toenails and toe rings, and 
shrugged her  shoulders. Jimmy even wanted her to get tattoos on her ankles.  
So far she had resisted . . . her  parents would kill her!
  
  "These feet are so tiny.  I can't even wear shoes that are normal.  It's 
impossible to find  size 5.    I wish Jimmy COULD get a chance to walk in my 
shoes with these feet.  He is the one with the  foot fetish.  It would be so funny 
to see him have a pair of girl's feet for himself."  Heather giggled,   "It would 
probably turn him on having these feet. It would serve him right." 
  
  After finally tiring of looking at her tiny feet, and the rest of her sexy body, 
Heather went to bed.   She crawled in next to Jimmy, shutting her eyes . . . 
hoping that things would work out.
  
  The next morning, Heather awoke to the buzzing of Jimmy's alarm clock.  It 
was rather odd  because she was usually one to sleep right through the alarm. 
  
  Just another day in paradise, Heather thought sarcastically to herself.  A Friday 
at that.  I guess I  had better get a start on the day, so I can get ready for the big 
game tonight. She would have to  wear her uniform to school for the pep rally.  
  
   In the back of her mind she knew that Jimmy would want a blow job . . . right 
after she danced  for him in my tight cheerleading outfit.  Heather again 
bemoaned just how far she had to demean  herself to earn the love of one guy.  
       
  As soon as Heather rose from the bed, she noticed something that didn't quite 
seem right.  She had  a feeling of being out of place.  She didn't dislike the 
feeling.  Actually, it was quite intoxicating,  although she couldn't  EXACTLY 
why.  Heather stood up on the floor, and noticed that all of the  stuff in the room 
seemed to be much, much smaller.  It was weird for someone of her petite 
stature  to find things small.  
  
   Heather dismissed the sense of disorientation as the groggy effects of just 
waking up.  She never  was a morning person, although she felt positively 
invigorated now.   There was a full length body  mirror on the way to the 
beathroom.  She smiled half-heartedly to Jimmy when she saw him  reflected in 
that mirror,  thinking that it was him just standing there.  
       
  Then it hit her.  Wait . . . a . . . minute, she screamed in her mind.  How did 
Jimmy get here before  me?
       
  Heather jumped back to the mirror and stared  at Jimmy's stunned reflection in 
the mirror.  Now  it was HER reflection! His large male body, and stunningly 
handsome looks were all there, moving  as she moved.  The effect of suddenly 
becoming  a 6'3'' man was shocking enough.  It paled in  comparison to seeing 
herself AS her boyfriend Jimmy, instead of as her normal small feminine self.
  
  It pushed her over the edge into hysteria.  
  
  Heather stood there with her mouth open staring at Jimmy's naked body.  Then 
a delightfully  wicked thought popped into her mind. It worked!  My wish 
worked!
  
  "If I'm Jimmy, then that must mean that Jimmy is . . . ME!!!"  she said aloud 
in Jimmy's exact voice.
  
  Heather ran into the bedroom,  her large penis slapping at her virile balls all of 
the way.  At this  point she didn't even care about the slight twinges of pain.  
She was a man!!
  
  She stared at the bed that she had just gotten out of.  There was a person still 
asleep in it . . . a  person who had slept through the alarm.  It was Jimmy 
alright, but to the all of the world it was  Heather.    He was all balled up in the 
bed in the fetal position that Heather always slept in.  The  tiny body seemed so 
sweet and innocent, and Heather couldn't help but laugh to herself.  
  
  Mulitpile possiblities boiled to the surface, all at once.
       
  "It's actually happening.  I'm him.  He's me.  He is trapped inside my little 
body, and I get to take  charge of this relationship.  I get to be the man now.  
He's nothing but some air-headed bimbo that  can't help but give her boyfriend 
head everynight. Ha, ha!  He's got my role now.  I'm the man .  . . no more 
taking orders.  No more on my knees.  He'll be on his knees.  His pretty knees 
giving  me a blow-job. He'll be the one with the tiny body, and the even tinier 
feet.  Walk a mile in my  shoes and you will never, ever look at me the same 
way.  Yeah . . . cause they are YOUR shoes  now Jimmy.  And those are 
YOUR feet."   
  
  Heather was drunk with the power of her new, very male body. All of her 
frustrations and shame  from Jimmy's treatment of her were now fueled by a 
healthy dose of male hormones and agression.   She saw her lover in a totally 
new light.
  
  "How dare he treat me like that!" she stated allowed.  Jimmy, still in Heather's 
body, did not stir.
  
  In a matter of seconds, shame and frustration became anger.  Anger became 
rage.  And finally,  rage became full fledged hatred!  Now Heather understood 
that her love of Jimmy was borne of  resigned acceptance of her circumstances.  
She hadn't the power to change either Jimmy or his  behavoir.
  
  She had the power now.  In fact, she had it in spades!
  
  To emphasize the point, Heather flexed both of her new biceps in a traditional 
body builder's pose.   Two well developed muscles formed on her upper arms.  
Suddenly, an equally well developed  muscleformed between her legs.  The new 
found power finally resulted in sexual arousal.
  
  "Mmmmmmh," moaned Heather, thrilled with the intense sensation of her first 
male erection.  It was  so overwhelming . . . so insistent.  It needed attention, 
and it needed it right way.  Heather was only  just beginning to understand why 
Jimmy was so obsessed with her sucking his cock.
  
  By this time, Heather was stroking her new glorious manhood with long 
lingering strokes.  It felt  so fantastic.  And if this felt so good, how much better 
would it be to have her former lips wrapped  around it.
  
  She glanced over at her old body sleeping in the bed with an evil grin.  All of 
the while, she  continued to pump her cock into a raging hard on.  Jimmy's 
body repsonded instinctively, releasing  a flood of testosterone in to her system.  
The hatred of Jimmy bloomed anew.
  
  Yes! She had the power to change things now.  She would literally give him a 
taste of his own  medicine.
  
  Heather kicked the bed, shouting, "GET UP CUM SLUT!  TIME FOR YOUR 
MORNING  FEEDING!"  She got goose flesh from the mere fact that she was 
able to use that hated name on  him now.
  
  Jimmy began to stir in the bed.  Heather realized suddenly what she had done 
in the heat of sexual  excitation and rage.  Jimmy was rousing from his slumber, 
and she had not figured out a game plan  to make him suffer for what he had 
done to her.  In a matter of moments, he would become fully  awake. Jimmy 
would know what had happened to him.
  
  It's funny that for some people, in times of extreme crisis, time seems to 
actually slow to a crawl.   Heather had never been like that.  In comparison, in 
times of stress, Jimmy had always been  serene. Obviously, Jimmy was one of 
those types of people, and Heather now had his body.
  
  Instead of panicking, she felt . . . calm.  Her course of action became crystal 
clear.  She would  drive Jimmy insane by pretending that she was actually 
Jimmy!  Hell, Heather knew every aspect  of his life, and she could pull it off 
effortlessly.  Yes, she would pretend that she was Jimmy, even  to Jimmy!  She 
would convince him that he really was Heather, living Heather's desperate  
existence.  He was just imagining that he had been Jimmy . . . it was all a 
dream.  Body switches  are impossible after all, weren't they?
  
  The way to get to Jimmy would be through his new feet.
  
  Jimmy was having trouble fully waking.  What is wrong with me, he thought?  
I never this groggy  in the morning.  I'm usually so full of energy.  Why did I 
sleep through the alarm clock?
  
  Through the fog in his head, Jimmy started to experience strange new 
sensations coming from his  body. There was no morning hard on, although he 
did feel an odd pressure from inside his body.   There was a feeling of 
something heavy on his chest pulling him forward.  There was long blonde  hair 
in his eyes, and in his mouth.  Jimmy moved to see what the hell wa going on, 
but when he did,  the weights on his chest . . . jiggled?
  
  "Good morning, sleepyhead," came a strangely familiar male voice to his right.
  
  Jimmy turned his head, and instinctively lifted his hand to brush the long hair 
out of his eyes.  His  forearm brushed something soft on his chest.  He didn't 
have a chance to reflect on that obstruction  because his stunned eyes beheld his 
own body standing by the bed, grinning at him.
  
  "Wha . . ." Jimmy started to say, but all he heard was Heather's voice.  "W-
who are you?"
  
  The Jimmy body said, rather non-chalantly, "What kind of game is this, 
Heather?  You know  exactly who I am.  You've seen me naked lots of times."
  
  In that, Heather wasn't lying!
  
  "Heather?" blurted Jimmy, his new voice betraying him.  "I-I'm n-not Heather.  
I'm Jimmy!"
  
  Where previously, in his own body, Jimmy would have been calm under 
stress, he now had  Heather's body.  That included her inabilty to cope with 
stress, as well as her ability to think.   Jimmy, as a consequence was finding it 
very hard to focus or think straight.  He was starting to  panic!
  
  "Ha!  That's a good one Heather.  Unfortunately, we don't have time for these 
games.  Now get  over here and give me a blow job before we have to go to 
school!" Heather demanded from inside  Jimmy's body.  
  
  Jimmy protested the compelling evidence before his eyes.  "T-this isn't h-
happening.  I have to be  d-dreaming that I'm inside H-Heather's b-body!"
  
  The anxious tone of Jimmy's very feminine voice, along with the text, was 
enough to convince the  real Heather that Jimmy was confused.  It was time to 
press the situation.  A little more pressure  might snap his tenoius grip on reality.  
He was close to a nervous breakdown.
  
  The very thought of what was about to happen gave new life to Heather's 
wilting cock.  She smiled,  reaching out her long male arm across the bed to her 
old body.
  
  "Take my hand Heather.  This isn't a dream.  You're in my bed, in my house.  
You're just confused  . . . that's all.  Come and see for yourself."
  
  Jimmy's head was spinning.  He didn't know what to do, so he reached up 
toward that hand,  accepting the invitation.  When he did, he saw his own 
slender, girlish arm reaching out.  At the end  of that arm was small petite hands 
with long, pink frosted fingernails.
  
  Suddenly, he felt himself being pulled into a standing position by his 
doppleganger's strong arms.   Jimmy scrambled to his feet, and thought he 
would go mad when he felt large breasts swaying with  each movement of his 
body.  Now he stood next to his look-a-like's body.  It towered over him.
  
  "H-Heather?  Is that you in there?" asked Jimmy, refusing to believe what he 
was seeing, hearing  and feeling.
  
  "I'm Jimmy, you're boyfriend.  You're Heather . . . see?"
  
  Heather pulled him in front of the full length mirror.  He, Jimmy, just stood 
there in stunned  amazement staring at the image in the mirror.  The voluptious 
naked image of Heather Black stared  back at him!
  
  Heather took a position behind Jimmy.  She could see her own male reflection 
in the mirror to the  rear of Jimmy.  She got extremely turned on as she watched 
Jimmy touch his new face, breasts,  and vagina to confirm that this was really 
happening.
  
  "You see.  It's no dream.  All real!" confirmed Heather in Jimmy's voice.
  
  "Y-you switched bodies with m-me, didn't you Heather.  H-how?  Give me 
back my body?"  replied Jimmy, now satisfied that this wasn't, in fact, a dream, 
or more accurately, a nightmare.
  
  "C'mon now Heather.  Have you ever heard of such a thing?  Body switching 
is impossible," asked  Jimmy's doppleganger.
  
  Jimmy was cornered by the logic trap.  His look-a-like was right.  Such a thing 
was impossible.   If that was true, how could he be like this?
  
  "I-I'm Jimmy . . .I know it . . ." protested Jimmy weakly.  He was careening 
toward a full scale  nervous breakdown now.  If  body switching was 
impossible, then the only possible answer was  that . . . he really was Heather?
  
  "You are just upset.  We had a fight last night.  You thought that I was just 
going to use you for sex,  and then dump you when I go away to college.  You 
must have just dreamed that you were Jimmy, that's all."
  
  "I-it seemed so real.  It can't be just a dream because I know everything about 
Jimmy . . . I mean  me!  I have years and years of memeories."
  
  Heather was really pushing now.  Jimmy's use of his own name in the third 
person was the first  break.  Just a little more!  "I should hope so.  I spent hours 
and hours telling you everything about  me.  That's why it seemed so real.  You 
know that time is distorted in dreams.  What seems like  hours inside a dream is 
only a few minutes in reality."
  
  Jimmy shook his head, feeling the long hair brush the nape of his neck, and the 
top of his creamy  shoulders.  His boobs jiggled again just to prove the 
doppleganger's point.  The look-a-like was  right about the time element of 
dreams. It came down to a simple question.  What was more  believable, that he 
had switched bodies with his girlfriend, who was now pretending to be him, or  
he was really Heather who had just dreamed that she was Jimmy.
  
  The later scenario was just more beliveable, and Jimmy knew it.  Something 
inside of him just  wouldn't let him accept it.
  
  Heather read the last vestige of doubt upon her former beautiful face.  She 
reached around the  torso of her smaller body, and began to tenderly fondle 
Jimmy's tits.
  
  "Would Jimmy be turned on by this?"  asked Heather.
  
  Now it was Heather's body's turn to betray the waning Jimmy.  His nipples, 
inside wide pink  areaole began to swell under Heather's erotic ministrations.  
Being the former tenant of that body,  she knew exactly the right buttons to 
push!  He felt a delicious warmth and moistness begin to grow  between his 
legs.
  
  The overwhelming sensations made Jimmy's small knees buckle, however, 
Heather held him  upright.
  
  "Would Jimmy be turned on by THIS?"
  
  Heather bent her knees just enough to run her engorged penis up and down the 
cleft of Jimmy's soft  ass.  Heather looked into the mirror, only to see that her 
other had closed his eyes.  He was starting  to enjoy the feelings that Heather's 
body was sending to him.  Therefore, she reached down with  her hand, and 
forced her big penis down, so that it was standing straight out. Heather thrust  
forward between Jimmy's silky inner thighs.
  
  She felt the tip of her cock rub against the wet, dripping opening to Jimmy's 
cunt.
  
  "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"  moaned Jimmy.  It was all too much.  His mind retreated 
into a corner of  Heather's brain, surrendering to the body.
  
  "You see?" whispered Heather into his ear.  "You are Heather.  C'mon.  Let's 
do our usual before  we have to go to school."
  
  Heather tossed Jimmy onto the bed with one sweep of her massive arm.  Phase 
one of her  dasterdly plan was complete. On to phase two!
  
  Jimmy landed on the soft mattress, his new legs up in the air.  Before he had a 
chance to right  himself, Heather was on him.  She grabbed one of her former 
tiny feet in her hands, and began to  slowly massage it in circular motions.
  
  The foot thing still did nothing for her, even though she was now in Jimmy's 
body.  There were  some things, such as fetishes, that Heather imagined went 
with the mind, rather than staying with  the body.  All of the better for her . . . 
all of the worse for Jimmy.
  
  "Does that feel good, Heather?"
  
  Now Jimmy's foot fetish kicked in.  He looked up to see his . . . Heather's 
erotic feet.  They were  so beautiful . . . so gorgeous.  They were . . . his?  Just 
the sight of his feet, with their toes rings,  ankle bracelets, and pink toenails 
being massaged sent more female hormones rushing into his  bloodstream.  It 
was turning him on more than words could say.
  
  "Ohhh, God!"  Jimmy whispered, tilting his head back to enjoy the feel of it.
  
  "I'm glad that you are finally strating to enjoy this as much as I do," Heather 
lied.  In fact, it did  absolutely nothing for her.  Her massive erection was 
starting to soften.  Still, she had to keep it up  to make Jimmy do what she 
wanted him to do.
  
  She knelt on the bed now, so that her face was roughly at the same height as 
Jimmy's upthrust leg.  Heather ran her hand from the inside of Jimmy's thigh, 
to the underside of his knee, to the back of  his ankle, in one continious caress.  
She never realized just how soft her legs were until this very  moment. Jimmy 
never knew how sensitive they were.  However, judging from the low moan  
coming from between his lips, he had just found out.
  
  "Yeesssss!" he cooed.  Of course, that is what he would say.  Heather had 
been very careful to hit  each and every sensitive spot on the journey from thigh 
to ankle.
  
  Now for the coup de grace!  She leaned forward, and swirled the tip of her 
tongue in the high arch  of her former foot.  Bullseye!
  
  Jimmy's groin instinctively thrust forward, searching for something to rub up 
against, something to  penetrate it.  His moan of "Oooooohh" was barely 
audible.  He was truly lost inside the feelings!!
  
  Heather licked and kissed every portion of her former foot.  Still, it did nothing 
for her, and her  erection stood only at half mast now.  Fortunately, it was 
having just the opposite effect upon  Jimmy.  He was grinding his swollen vulva 
into the air madly, and he was now fondling his own tits  . . . he was rolling the 
erect nipples between thumb and index finger.
  
  She took one of Jimmy's perfect toes into her mouth, and began to suck upon 
it as she formerly  had sucked upon Jimmy's cock.  Expereince proved 
invaluable now.  Heather moved from toe to  toe, sucking each slowly, and 
running her the tip of her tongue between each toe.
  
  "Oh God," whispered Jimmy looking up at Heather.  "Please . . . fuck me!  I 
need you to fuck me  now!"
  
  There would be no intercourse for Jimmy.  There would be no release.  Just as 
he had denied  Heather satisfaction before, so too would he know the abyss of 
sexual frustration.  Heather ignored  the plea, and instead, took Jimmy's tiny 
hand, placing it on her cock.
  
  Heather sucked Jimmy's toes harder now.  In response, Jimmy's hand, of its 
own volition, began  to move up and down the shaft of his former manhood.  It 
was slow at first . . . almost tentative.   Nevertheless, as the seconds passed, 
Jimmy increased the pace and passion of the hand job.  Soon  he was beating 
Heather off furiously!
  
  Jimmy tried to pull that cock to him so that it would impale his throbbing cunt.  
Heather resisted the  pull easily.  Jimmy looked up at her with a confused look 
on his face.
  
  "Please?  Won't you fuck my cunt?"
  
  One last barrier to cross!
  
  "You know what I want Heather!  How could you even ask such a question.  
Now hurry, or we're  gonna be late.  Suck my cock," declared Heather 
triumphantly.
  
  "No.  Please.  I want to make love with you."
  
  "Heather.  We've been through this before.  If you are not going to please me, 
I will just find  another girl who will."
  
  At this point Jimmy was truly lost.  He wasn't sure if was him who had said 
that to Heather, or  Jimmy who had said that to . . . her???  There was no 
denying what every scrap of evidence was  telling him . . . her!  She was 
Heather.  She had no choice to do what Jimmy asked or else!
  
  With that, the sleek girl's body rolled forward, all of the while maintaining her 
grasp on the erection.   She looked at it "eye to eye," so to speak, and stroked it 
several more times to keep the raging  hard on.  She sighed deeply, plunging 
forward, and taking the entire length into her mouth.
  
  Tears rolled down the girl's pretty face, as she bobbed up an down on the 
cock, each time taking  more and more down her throat.  This was all wrong . . 
. she just knew it.  What could she do?
  
  She suppressed the urge to gag.
  
  "That's great isn't it my little cum slut?  Tell me how much you love it.  Tell me 
how much you love  to suck my dick!" Heather laughed.
  
  Unfortunately, the small girl could not.  She was too busy swallowing the 
mouthful of cum that  suddenly erupted into her throat.
  
  "Cum slut!  That's EXACTLY what you are . . . Heather!" whispered Heather 
to Jimmy, as she  slapped his girlish behind.  "A cum slut!"
  
  And so . . . Jimmy Thomas' mind shattered into a million pieces.
  
  **********
  
    Heather was really getting worried now.  Heather/jimmy just lay there on the 
bed in a catatonic    state.  She just stared straight ahead, unblinking, and 
mumbling complete gibberish.
    
    She bent over to shake the small girl by the shoulders.  All of the while, she 
had to keep up the    illusion that she was in reality, Jimmy.  Now that she had 
broken him, she had to bring him    back.
    
    "HEATHER!?  HEATHER!?  CAN YOU HEAR ME?  TALK TO ME.  SAY    
SOMETHING!" she screamed in Jimmy's voice.
    
    There was no response, other than more unintelligible rambling.  A trickle of 
drool began to    appear at the corner of Jimmy's feminine mouth.
    
    Heather shook the girl harder, repeating her inquiry.  This time, she added a 
few light slaps to    Jimmy's smooth cheek.  Suddenly, he began to blink his 
eyes rapidly.
    
    Conscious thought was returning to the body of the petite young woman.
    
    "J-Jimmy?" Jimmy said in Heather's exact voice.  "W-what happened to m-
me?"
    
    Heather breathed a sigh of relief.  That was a close one.
    
    "You had a nervous breakdown, Babe.  I thought I lost you there for a 
second!"
    
    Jimmy launched himself at Heather, rolling into a sitting position, and 
throwing his slender arms    around Heather's masculine neck.  He hugged her 
tightly, while trembling.  Despite herself,    Heather hugged her victim back.
    
    Jimmy moved his lips around to Heather's and began to kiss her passionately.  
As their lips    parted into a full open mouthed kiss, Heather couldn't help but 
smirk inwardly with the thought,    I did it!  Jimmy really thinks that he's ME!
    
    "You had me scared there Heather."
    
    "D-did I really think I was you, Jimmy?"
    
    "Yeah.  You did.  Can you imagine that?"  Heather began to laugh 
hysterically, hoping to pull  Jimmy further out of this borderline state.
    
    Suddenly, Jimmy stopped shaking.  It was slow at first, but then he broke 
into a small smile.
    
    It was working!  Heather encouraged him a bit further.
    
    "That's funny, don't you think?  A small girl like you, being a big guy like 
me!"  Heather  continued to laugh.
    
    Then Jimmy broke into a giggle.  It wasn't a chuckle, or a laugh, or a guffaw, 
but a very  feminine giggle.
    
    "That's better," nodded Heather to the small girl by her side.  "I think it's time 
that we got  ready for school.  We're going to be late as it is.  Remember, you 
have to wear your cheerleading out fit to school for the pep rally."
    
    "Oh!  That's right," giggled Jimmy, as if it was something that he really had 
forgotten.
    
    Then, the most amazing thing happened that made Heather really smile.  
Jimmy said, "Imagine.    A ditz like me thinking that I was you.  How stupid 
could I be?  I guess your right Jimmy.  I really am nothing but an air headed 
cum slut!"
    
    That comment even made Heather's new head snap around in surprise.  Then 
it took one step over the line.
    
    Jimmy dropped to his knees in front of Heather, and began to stroke life back 
into the manhood that was once his.  The only problem was, at this very second, 
only the real Heather was aware of that fact.  Jimmy looked innocently up at 
Heather.
    
    "Don't you like to get it twice before you go to school?  I wouldn't want my 
man to be unsatisfied, and I can't have you looking at Becky Ryan."
    
    Who's Becky Ryan, thought Heather?  She thought for a second, and 
remembered that it was that voluptuous freshman red head that all of the guys 
had their eye on.  This was too good to be true.  Jimmy was projecting his own 
thoughts, and desires onto the person that he now believed was Jimmy.  The 
willingness to drop to his knees, without prompting this time was proof of that!
    
    This was something that Heather had not planned on.  She decided that she 
must have really  fucked with his mind.
    
    Jimmy interpreted Heather's silence as disinterest, and began to panic.  
Thinking that he really  was Heather Black, he started to worry that he was just 
about to lose his boyfriend.  He kissed the tip of Heather's cock, and swirled 
her tongue on the sensitive head.  A drop of pre-cum  oozed from the opening, 
which he licked up wearing a smile on his face.
    
    "Do you want me to blow you again, Jimmy, or would you rather fuck my 
tits, and cum on my  face this morning?"
    
    To emphasis his point, Jimmy grasped both of his generous boobs in his 
small hands, and began to knead them suggestively.  That was all of the 
encouragement that Heather needed.  She pushed the diminutive girl back down 
upon her back.  She assumed a straddle position over the girl's abdomen, so that 
the massive erection dangled dangerously over upthrust breasts.
    
    Heather mused, as long as I'm pretending to be Jimmy, I might as well go all 
of the way.   Especially if he believes he is me.  If he does, he'll do anything to 
please me.
    
    Heather lowered her cock so that it rested between Jimmy's luscious tits.  
Jimmy pushed his  new boobs together, the soft, supple flesh of his deep 
cleavage molding around the invader.    

    "Oh . . . God . . . YES!" cried the new Heather.
    
    The real Heather thought this rather strange because she never particularly 
enjoyed this form of  Jimmy's humiliation.  Jimmy seemed to be genuinely 
enjoying it.  She figured, just as Jimmy was  transferring his former wants upon 
the person who he thought was Jimmy, he still continued to  enjoy those 
desires, albeit from the other side of the mirror!
    
    Jimmy closed his eyes, and licked his lips suggestively.
    
    "C'mon.  That's it.  Fuck mama in the boobs.  Fuck mama in the boobs!  Oh 
. . . YEAH!"
    
    Not only was he assigning various emotions to the seemingly appropriate 
physical body, Jimmy  was adopting the qualities and attributes that he always 
felt the real Heather should have.  That  included talking dirty . . . something the 
real Heather never did.
    
    By this time, a thin film of perspiration had developed on Jimmy's chest and 
boobs.  It provided  the perfect lubrication for Heather's madly thrusting 
erection.  She was sliding easily back and  forth between those breasts.  Jimmy 
was breathing very heavily now, and each of Heather's  upstrokes were 
punctuated by a soft, "UH!" or "OH!"
    
    "I think I'm gonna cum," blurted Heather.  She never felt anything so 
incredible in her entire life,   and could see why Jimmy loved this.
    
    Jimmy released his boobs, grasping the dick in one small hand He began to 
pump it furiously in  a hand job, whilst blowing on the head softly with his hot 
breath.
    
    This was too much for Heather.  She erupted in a second orgasm for the 
morning.  Her hot cum  spurt onto Jimmy's face, nose, lips, and hair.  A few of 
the drops tat didn't make it that far fell  onto his tits below.  Jimmy continued to 
blow onto the head, as if he were trying to cool it down or something, as he 
squeezed every last drop of seminal fluid onto his tits.
    
    "Look what you did.  All over my tits!" cooed Jimmy.  
    
    He was no longer unwittingly imitating Heather, but becoming his vision of 
the perfect Heather!    The image of Jimmy rubbing the cum into his tits, like 
some type of hand lotion, and then scooping the cum off his face to his waiting 
tongue, was very powerful.  Heather thought the sight of the result of her mental 
torture was erotic beyond belief.
    
    Regardless, she had to say, "Hurry Heather.  We're gonna be late for 
school."
    
    **********
    
    The garage door opened to Jimmy's beautiful Mustang.  It was the most 
awesome car at    school.  Naturally,  Jimmy had to have every status symbol 
that he could get his hands on . . .  from his car to the cheerleader girlfriend on 
his arm.  
    
    There was only one problem with this scenario.   Jimmy found himself on the 
wrong side of the bed this morning.  He now thought that he was that 
cheerleader status symbol.  
       
    Jimmy wiggled into the garage still trying to shake the feeling that something 
wasn't right. He thought that he must have worn his cheerleader outfit hundreds 
of times, yet he just didn't feel right in it.
    
    That wasn't the only thing that had contributed to Jimmy's growing feeling of 
unease.  After getting up from the bed to get ready for school, little things kept 
throwing him off.  For instance,  he was constantly misjudging heights and 
distances.  He though that kind of strange, since he had been only 5' tall for a 
long time.  He should be used to it by now, shouldn't he?
    
    Then there was his make up and hair.  No matter how hard he tried, he just 
couldn't remember how to get his hair looking just right, or how to apply 
eyeliner, foundation, lipstick or rouge.   In the end Jimmy, of all people, had to 
help him.  He wondered how Jimmy learned to do all of that so expertly.
    
    The thing that really threw him was the fact that he didn't seem to know how 
to put on a bra.  It made Jimmy panic, and he started to cry.  Again, Jimmy 
helped him put on the lingerie.     However, Jimmy needed an explanation as to 
why he couldn't recall these simple things of everyday life.  Heather, in 
Jimmy's body convinced him that it was just a side affect of the nervous 
breakdown.  Heather assured Jimmy that he would be all right in a few days.  
  
    The real Heather was not so convinced.  For the first time, she had 
encountered a flaw in her plan for which she had not counted.  There was no 
way that Jimmy could possibly know all of  the intimate details of Heather's life, 
as she knew them.  There were bound to be things which  Jimmy would not be 
able to do.  Specifically, there would be no way that Jimmy would know all of 
the cheers, or how to flip and tumble.
    
    There was one imperative now.  Heather had to prevent Jimmy from trying to 
cheer before he figured out what had actually happened.  He was still going on 
the momentum of the mistaken belief that he really was Heather.  It was only a 
matter of time before little things began to add up to convince him otherwise.  In 
other words, this situation was a ticking time bomb.
    
    Heather's brilliant assessment of her plan's shortfall had already come a bit 
too late.  The cheerleading outfit prompted Jimmy to try and recall the cheers he 
would have to do today.  He couldn't remember a one.  This time, however, he 
kept it to himself, rather than crying to the person that he thought was Jimmy.  
Something was wrong.  He just had to try and figure it out.
    
    Even the wiggle that Jimmy attempted seemed to be somehow wrong.  It 
didn't feel natural to walk with his hips swaying this way and that.  Further, his 
movements were all herky jerky when they should have been graceful.  Maybe I 
have a brain tumor or something, he thought.
    
    It all seemed a little silly, and he was sure that Jimmy would think him an 
even bigger air head should he bring it up.  Again, he decided just to keep it to 
himself.
    
     Heather slowly approached the car and stared at it with wide eyes.  It's all 
mine now, she thought to herself.  His car, his body, and  his whole life.
      
    Jimmy sat down in the passenger seat of the Mustang.  It was a  place where 
he had never sat  before, but where Heather always occupied.  The padding on 
Heather's ass made Jimmy  wiggle even more on the seat. The feeling of having 
all that weight on his rear made him feel weird. It just seemed . . . wrong . . . to 
be sitting on this side of the car. 
    
    As Heather sat down in the driver's seat, something new popped into her now 
male head.  She only had a permit. She could only drive an automatic.  Jimmy, 
by contrast, had his license and a  stick shift.  That posed an interesting problem 
for Heather, now that she was trying to be Jimmy.  
    
    First, she idly turned on the radio to a top 40 station. Heather then tried to 
crank up the car but  couldn't get it started.  She tried again and again and again 
to avail. 
    
    Finally, Jimmy spoke up, "Uhh, uh Jimmy.  Is everything all right?  I mean 
do you want me to drive?  You have to push in the clutch."  The words left 
Jimmy's tiny mouth past the shy  demeanor that was suddenly imposed on him.  
He felt meek and tiny and didn't want to say anything to "Jimmy" to make him 
mad.  
    
    It dawned on him that there was no way that he should know that.  He . . . 
Heather didn't  know anything about a manual transmission.   Heather listened 
to that kind of music, and not Jimmy.  Normally, Jimmy turns on the R&B/Rap 
channel.  Things are in reverse. All of the morning's oddities coalesced into a 
single overwhelming sensation.  For some reason, being a  girl wasn't what felt 
right for Jimmy, but he couldn't quite put his long pink-nailed finger on it.  
       
    Heather recognized the beginnings of a light bulb going on over Jimmy's 
head.  Quickly, she moved to cover the situation as Jimmy would, "I'm doing 
just fine HEATHER.  Sit back and be quiet.  You only have your permit, and 
you can only drive an automatic to boot.  Now you are  going to sit there and 
offer to drive.  I've never let you drive this car, and I never will.  Besides    
those little feet would probably not even reach the pedals."
      
    It was starting to crumble.  "I'm sorry Jimmy.  It's just that I think that I can 
drive the car now.   I don't know why I would know that unless . . . I . . . 
really . . . am . . . Jimmy!" 
     
    Heather did a sharp look over to where her old body was sitting, but it was 
too late.  Jimmy's full  faculties came rushing back to him, and with that, the 
horrible things that had been done to him.
    
    "Oh my God.  You did switch bodies with me.  Somehow, I don't know 
how, you switched with me.  Oh my God.  I can't believe the things that you 
made me do . . . that I did.  I-I actually thought I was you!"
    
    The masquerade was blown.  There was no use in Heather continuing the 
illusion, at least to Jimmy.  Still, she wasn't ready to give up her new position 
of power.
    
    "You are me now.  I like being you, and judging from what we just did in 
there, you liked being me.  We're going to stay this way.  I'm going to take over 
the life of Jimmy Thomas, while you can be Heather Black, the brainless bimbo 
cheerleader.  You wanted a cheerleader as a status symbol, so now you can be 
the status symbol."
    
    "NO.  GIVE ME BACK MY BODY!  RIGHT NOW!" Jimmy demanded in 
Heather's dulcet tones.
    
    "Nope.  I don't think so!  I like being you," replied Heather calmly.  True to 
form, the Jimmy body was coping with the stress of the situation.  Meanwhile, 
the panic response of the Heather body was beginning to kick in.
    
    Jimmy involuntarily started to cry.  He was hyperventilating uncontrollably.  
"I-I'll tell somebody.   You don't know everything about me.  Somebody will 
figure out your not me and I'm not you.  Somebody will figure it out."  
    
    He might be in a bimbo's body, and might have a bimbo's brain, but Jimmy 
wasn't stupid.   Jimmy's little brain was working overtime on this one.   He 
knew that eventually everyone would get four if they keep on putting two and 
two together.   
    
    That struck a nerve.  That was the very flaw of Heather's plan.  Suddenly, a 
back up plan crystallized within her serene mind. Yes, it was perfect.  It would 
kill two birds with one stone.  She could buy some time to correct the situation, 
while keeping Jimmy away from the pep rally.
    
    She picked up the car phone that was nestled in the middle consol.
    
    "Hello?  911?  Please hurry!  My girlfriend Heather Black has had a nervous 
breakdown this morning.  She believes that she's me!  That's right . . . she 
believes that somehow I magically  switched bodies with her.  I think she's 
going to hurt herself.  Yes, the address is . . . ."
    
    Jimmy could only look on in silent horror.  The panic response of Heather's 
body stole even his  ability to move or speak.
    
    " . . . Okay.  I'll restrain her until you get here," Heather finished, before 
hanging up.
    
    "Just keep talking Heather.  I can hide in plain sight now.  They'll all just 
think your crazy."
    
    Heather clamped a strong hand onto Jimmy's feminine wrist, to prevent him 
from going anywhere.  He couldn't even move!
    
    "I'm not Heather.  Let me go!" he cried.
    
    "They'll be here in a few moments, Heather.  Then you'll get the help that 
you need."
    
    "Y-you can't do this . . ."
    
    "It's done!"
    
    While Heather held him tight, she unloaded all of the frustration on Jimmy.  It 
was starting to fall apart again.  She had to think up a new angle to get this little 
slut back to being just that. 
    
    "You think that I should be Heather.  You think that I should be trapped in the 
body of a little slut?  I'm not a bimbo cheerleader anymore . . .  you are. You 
look like Heather, and you sound like her. . . and you most definitely give head 
like her.  I control this relationship and you are my little Cum Slut.  You are a 
girl, and I am a guy.  It's that simple.  Deal with it.  Now you'll know all of the 
helplessness and despair that I knew.  Now you'll have to live with the fear that 
I'm going to dump you, leaving you to be a truck stop waitress or worse.  Now 
you'll  know all of the shame and indignities that you made me put up with, just 
for a chance to escape.  Yes.  That is YOUR life now."
       
    Jimmy seemed to be quiet now while the gravity of what Heather just said 
sunk in.  He was trapped inside a fate that he intended for another.
    
    The paramedic drove up into the drive way.  Before Jimmy could even react 
or protest, she was injected with a powerful sedative.  The effect was almost 
instantaneous.  His muscles felt all weak.  They were not responding to his 
mental commands, and even talking was difficult.
    
    Still, he managed to slur, "No.  It's her.  She stole my body.  Please . . . 
somebody help me before she gets away with it."
    
    It was extremely hard for Jimmy to keep a grasp on consciousness.  
Blackness was closing in  from all side.  He was still able to hear Heather say to 
the closest paramedic that had overheard him, "See?  She thinks that she's me.  
She's crazy! She had a nervous breakdown this morning.  Can you help her?"
    
    "Not . . . true," Jimmy was getting weaker.  He was able to whisper, "I . . . 
am . . . Jim . . ."
    
    "We'll do out best, Jimmy," the paramedic said to Heather.  "We'll get her to 
somewhere were they will be able to help her."
    
    All Jimmy could do was listen now, with the few seconds that he had left.
    
    "Where is that?" asked Heather.
    
    "Down at the Psych ward at the hospital.  They will help her."
    
    The paramedic started to put a straight jacket on the fading body of the 
beautiful girl, Jimmy could not even fight, as the blackness overtook him.  He 
didn't even appreciate it when  Heather leaned over, and kissed Jimmy's 
forehead.
    
    "I'll come and see you tonight, Heather.  Everything will be just fine.  I just 
know it!"
    
    Heather breezed through Jimmy's classes with relative ease.  The school was 
all abuzz with the gossip that the head cheerleader had cracked up this morning.  
As a result, Heather was assailed with all types of questions about exactly what 
happened to . . . Heather.
    
    Heather didn't give them the exact story.  There was no need to start laying 
down the foundation for the story that Jimmy would tell, if given the chance.  
Instead, Heather just told    everybody that she and Heather were having 
relationship problems.  She was just freaking out because she . . . Heather 
thought that Jimmy was going to dump her when he took off for college.  It just 
all caught up to Heather this morning . . . that's all.  She just lost it.
    
    The story was just believable enough to satisfy the high school busy bodies.  
Everything faded to a dull roar with Heather's assurance that Heather would be 
her old self in a day or two.  The funny thing was that everybody seemed to be 
somewhat disappointed.  They almost wanted a major scandal.
    
    God, I can't wait to get away from this small town, with its morbid curiosity, 
decided Heather mentally.
    
    The only other thing to happen of note was Becky Ryan.  Apparently 
emboldened by the rumors of problems between Heather and Jimmy, she seized 
the opportunity to flirt shamelessly with the person that she thought was Jimmy.  
It was all heady stuff, in more ways than one.  Heather found herself being 
aroused by the attentions of Becky.
    
    She decided that this was the life.  It was so much different from being 
Heather.  As Heather,  she got more than her fair share of attention.  However, 
it was nothing like this.  All of the lavish attention made her feel like a king.  
That's what she was now, the king of the school.
    
    As verification of her ascension to the throne, all of the "in" crowd ran the 
weekend's activities through her.  She was the center of activity of the school in 
the guise of Jimmy Thomas.  Heather was in her glory!
    
    Later on that afternoon, it started to rain.  By the time school let out, that 
evening's football game with the cross county rivals had been postponed.  The 
game was tentatively rescheduled for Saturday night, weather permitting.  The 
nasty weather also, unfortunately, washed out all of the evening's party 
activities.  Heather had even tentatively set up a tete a tete with Becky Ryan at 
the after game party at the Bluffs.
    
    Hey.  Jimmy, in her former body was busy in the hospital.  She had to find 
somebody to satisfy her new body's carnal appetite!
    
    Now, all that was left to do was visit her former body at the hospital.
    
    **********
    
    The first thing that Heather noticed when she rounded the corner toward 
Jimmy's hospital room was her real parents lingering in the hallway.
    
    "Damn!" she whispered under her breath.
    
    She had been sincerely hoping to avoid her real parents.  To that end, she had 
put off the visit to Jimmy to the last possible second.  It was already about 9:30 
p.m.  Heather sighed deeply.  There was just no way to avoid talking to them 
now, so she might as well get ti over with.
    
    Heather's parents saw the person that they knew as Jimmy Thomas walk up 
to them.  Hank Black was only about 5'9", while Betty Black, like her daughter, 
was only barely above 5' tall.  They were both dressed casually in clothes that 
you would usually find in K-Mart.  Of course,  people who live in a double 
wide trailer couldn't afford to be shopping at Neiman Marcus!
    
    It was a weird sensation for Heather to be towering over her parents now.  
However, she had to put those feelings on the back burner in order to get by this 
confrontation.
    
    Betty Black looked up into the face of Jimmy Thomas.  "You came!  You see 
Hank, I told you that he would come."
    
    Betty glanced over at Hank, who only nodded back to her.
    
    "How is . . . she, Mrs. Black?"  Heather had to concentrate to force her self 
not to call her mother "Mom."
    
    "It's so awful, Jimmy.  We've been in to see her twice already, whenever she 
starts to come out of the drugs.  She thinks she's you Jimmy.  Every time that 
we try to correct her, she becomes hysterical.  Then they have to sedate her 
again.  I don't know what we're going to do."
    
    Betty Black started to cry now, and in the process eliminated herself as a 
useful source of information.  Heather turned toward her real father to address 
him.
    
    "Da . . . I mean . . . what did the doctors say, Sir?"  That was close.  Heather 
almost called her father "Dad."
    
    "Call me Hank, Jimmy."  Hank tried to force a smile.  "It's just as you 
reported to 911, Son.   She's had a complete break with reality.  The doctors 
have recommended electro shock therapy if the medication doesn't work."
    
    Heather gulped, "Electro shock therapy?  Isn't that dangerous . . . Hank?"
    
    "Yes it is Jimmy.  They say there's a possibility that it could destroy a part of 
her mind, give her permanent amnesia or worse.  My baby girl could be made 
into a vegetable."
    
    This had gone much too far.  This didn't fit into Heather's plans at all.  She 
had wanted revenge, that much was true, but not like this.  If Jimmy's mind was 
damaged, that would ruin everything.  He had to know who he really was, and 
what had been done for him, to appreciate his fate.  Otherwise, he would have 
learned nothing from all of this!
    
    Heather's course was clear.  She knew what she had to wish for.
    
    She tried to reassure her real father and mother.  "I'm positive that everything 
will be back to almost normal Mr. and Mrs. Black.  I just know it.  I know your 
daughter very well, and I am  confident that this is just a passing thing."
    
    "You really think so, Jimmy?" asked Betty, a bit surprised.
    
    "I do.  Anyway, you folks should go and get some rest.  I bet that you've 
been here all day,  and you must be exhausted.  I'm sure by the time morning 
comes around, she'll be fine."
    
    "She's our daughter.  We should be here in case she needs our help," 
responded Mr. Black.
    
    "What help would you be able to give her if you are exhausted?  Go on.  I'll 
stay here with Heather.  If there is any change, I promise that I'll call you right 
away."
    
    "Are you sure Jimmy?" asked Betty.  "It isn't too much trouble?"
    
    "It's the least that I can do for Heather.  I owe her so much, y'know?" 
assured Heather, while thinking, yeah, like your body!
    
    Hank and Betty looked at each other.
    
    "Well," inquired Betty of her husband.
    
    Hank shrugged, "I guess it would be all right.  Heather will be safe here with 
Jimmy.  You'll call us right away if anything happens, Son?"
    
    "Absolutely!" agreed Heather.
    
    With that, the Blacks departed for home.  Heather couldn't help but breath a 
sigh of relief.  Fooling her parents was the biggest test thus far in her 
impersonation of Jimmy.  They hadn't  suspected a thing.  The only obstacle 
that remained was Jimmy's parents . . . and Jimmy himself.
    
    That was a situation that would be remedied shortly.
    
    Heather entered the hospital room quietly.  Her small body appeared to be 
resting peacefully in the bed.  She walked up right beside the bed, and gazed 
down at the new girl below.  Heather  couldn't help but reach up with her hand 
and caress the soft, smooth cheek.  Slowly, almost lovingly, she brushed the 
hair out the closed eyes.
    
    "Oh, Jimmy.  I could have been so much different, y'know.  But you had to 
go and ruin it all by using me as a sex slave.  I really loved you, but now all I 
feel for you is hate.  How could you do that to me?  I never did anything to hurt 
you . . . I would have done anything for you.  Now, all I can do is teach you a 
lesson.  Maybe, if you know, first hand, all of the shame, humiliation, and 
desperation that I felt, you'll learn something about yourself.  You'll know what 
a horrible person you've been.  I'm sorry, but you deserve all of this."
    
    Jimmy stirred, his eyes fluttering open.
    
    "H-Heather?" Jimmy struggled to speak.
    
    "I'm here," she whispered.
    
    "Then it's true.  I'm not crazy like they are all saying.  We actually switched 
bodies."
    
    "Yes. It's true."
    
    "Then you are going to switch us back?"
    
    Heather thought about abusing him, the same way that he had abused her.  In 
this medicated state, it was probably useless.  There would be plenty of time to 
further her vengeance tomorrow.  For now, she would only give him a sense of 
false hope, just as he had always done to her.
    
    "I'll make everything all right Jimmy.  By the time you wake up tomorrow, 
everything will be taken care of.  You can trust me.  Just rest now, you've had a 
hard day."
    
    "Okay . . . thank you!"
    
    Heather squeezed his hand to complete the illusion of assurance.  Jimmy 
closed his eyes once again, and in a matter of seconds, had nodded of again.
    
    Heather moved toward the door to the hospital room.  She looked back over 
her shoulder at  the sleeping figure.
    
    "Yes . . . Heather.  Tomorrow you will be perfect.
    
    **********
    
    On the roof of the hospital, Heather looked out at the night sky.  The clouds 
had finally broken from the rainstorm to reveal a beautiful, starry sky.  The 
shooting stars were already starting to cross the sky.
    
    How should she word this?  She wanted Jimmy to continue the persona that 
he exhibited of his perfect vision of Heather, when he thought he was Heather.  
Yet, at the same time, she wanted him to know who he was, and what had 
happened to him.  Also, he needed to be able to do all of the skills that she 
knew.
    
    Heather raised Jimmy's voice to the sky.  "I wish that Jimmy can only act like 
his perfect picture of the way that Heather should be, including not being able to 
tell anyone who he really is.  I wish that he know how to do all of the things that 
I could do when I was Heather, so that nobody will suspect who he really is."
    
    She smiled.  That should do it.
    
   **********
  
  When Jimmy woke up the next morning, he was stunned to find that he was 
still in the body of  Heather.  It wasn't a fact that dawned on him immediately, 
as her body didn't feel strange or  uncomfortable anymore.  In fact it almost felt 
completely . . . natural?
  
  It was only when he realized that he was still restrained in a hospital bed, and 
saw his own body  sleeping across the room in a chair that he knew for sure.  
However, he knew that something  had changed.  He just couldn't put a finger 
on it.
  
  Jimmy tried to rouse the sleeping figure across the room.  He attempted to say, 
"Wake up,  Heather."
  
  What came out of his mouth instead was, "Wake up, Jimmy, Honey!"
  
  That wasn't what he meant to say at all.  Jimmy knew beyond a shadow of a 
doubt that he was  trapped by Heather in her body, and that Heather was in his 
body.  That was why he referred  to her by her true name.  Why had he called 
her Jimmy?
  
  He tried again, "C'mon.  Wake up, Jimmy?"
  
  There it was again.  Something was definitely wrong!
  
  By this time, Heather was awake, and staring at Jimmy from across the room.  
She had a huge grin on her face.
  
  "What did you call me?"
  
  "I-I called you Jimmy."
  
  "Did you intend to do that?" asked Heather, as she stood from her chair, 
crossing the room to  the hospital bed.
  
  "N-no!  I-I tried to call you by your real name, but it came out Jimmy.  What's 
going on . . .  Jimmy?  Why aren't I back in my real body?"
  
  Heather ignored that last question.  "Let me try something.  Who are you?"
  
  Jimmy tried as hard as he could to express his real name, but it came out, "I'm 
Heather . . .  Heather Black?"
  
  Jimmy lay there totally stunned.  Before Heather could speak again, he tried to 
correct himself.
  
  "No.  That's not right.  I'm HEATHER!"  There it was again.
  
  "Yes you are," noted Heather.
  
  Most unmasculine tears started to stream down Jimmy's face.
  
  "H-how?" he sobbed.  "You promised that you would switch us back.  You 
promised!"
  
  He was becoming overly emotional, something that Jimmy never did.  The 
wish was starting to  fully take hold.
  
  "No, I didn't, Heather.  I only said that I would make things right.  I only said 
that I would make  things perfect.  That's exactly what I did."
  
  "What did you do to me, Jimmy?"  Try as hard as he might, Jimmy just 
couldn't call Heather by  her real name.  Each time that he did, it came out 
"Jimmy."
  
  "I made it so that you would act exactly like me, or, more specifically, your 
vision of how  Heather should act.  That would include the inability to 
communicate who you really are.  You  should instinctively know how to do all 
of the things that I know how to do.  Now, nobody will  ever be able to guess 
that you're other than you appear to be.  Don't you see?  It's all so perfect  now.  
Now you can really be me . . . to the last detail."
  
  "N-no!" exclaimed a distraught Jimmy.
  
  "Yep!  Now you really are a cum slut.  Sexually, you should act exactly how 
you always  wanted me to act.  You are Heather the cum slut now!  Ha! Ha!"  
Heather chortled, full of  herself.
  
  Jimmy tried to plead with her.  "You don't have to do this, Jimmy.  I've 
learned my lesson.  I  was rotten, and selfish to you.  I can see that now, and I 
should have taken care of your needs.   I should have been more supportive.  If 
you switch us back, I promise you that it will be  different this time.  Can't you 
give me a second chance?"
  
  Heather snapped back, "You've learned nothing, you stupid Bitch.  Just 
because you sucked  my dick once, and, thinking you were me, got me to fuck 
your boobs,  you think you  understand me?  You think you understand what 
this is all about.  You haven't had to think  about having no future, other than 
getting some guy to marry you.  You still think there's a way  out.  I don't think 
so.  You won't truly understand until you realize there's no way out.  You are  
going to stay in that body until I decide to let you out . . . IF I decide to let you 
out.  You might  as well get used to being Heather."
  
  "You can't do that!  You just can't . . ." protested Jimmy.
  
  "Damn!  You really have become an air-headed bimbo, haven't you.  I can't 
think of another  reason why you would suggest that I can't do something that 
I've already done."
  
  "It's just not fair," cried Jimmy weakly, his voice sounding every bit the 
defeated girl that he now  was.
  
  "How arrogant!  How dare you speak about what is fair and what isn't fair.  
You have no  conception of the concept.  Now you will.  Before this happened, 
I was totally dependant upon  you for everything. You had something that I 
wanted, something that you could give to me.  So  I degraded myself however 
you liked just for a shot at what I wanted.  Still, you abused that  power . . . 
made me crawl.  What was worse, because I had no power in the relationship, I  
mistook the loathing that I felt for you as love.  Well now . . . girlfriend . . . the 
tables are  completely turned.  I have something that you want.  Your body 
back.  The way I figure it, that  is roughly equal to what I wanted . . . a future.  
I wanted a way out of this town.  Now you  must rely on ME for a shot at what 
you want.  I have the power in the relationship.  So . . . if  you ever want a 
chance at getting your body back, you will treat me as a trophy girlfriend  should 
treat her boyfriend.  Do you understand?"
  
  Unfortunately, Jimmy understood all too well.  Since he had no idea how 
Heather did this to  him, he had no choice but to play along with her . . . no 
matter what that meant.
  
  "Yes . . ." whispered Jimmy, totally defeated, and resigned to his fate, for the 
time being.
  
  "Yes, what, Heather?"
  
  "Yes . . . Honey?"
  
  "That's better.  Now, I'm going to get the doctors, and tell them that you are 
feeling a lot better.   I expect you to convince them that you are completely 
recovered, which shouldn't be too hard  with the slight changes that I made to 
you.  I'm going to call your parents, and tell them that you  are going to be 
released.  I'm going to tell them that you are coming over to my place for the  
rest of the day.  They already dropped off set of clothes for you.  Can you pull 
this off,  Heather?"
  
  "I-I think so," responded Jimmy meekly.
  
  "Good.  Now, if you are a good girl, I have an extra special surprise for you.  
It's something  that you've always wanted."
  
  "I'll be good . . . Jimmy.  I promise."  Jimmy had no choice.  He had to do 
whatever she  wanted, in order to convince her to give him back his body.
  
  "Now give me a kiss, so I can go get the doctors," commanded Heather.
  
  She leaned over to Jimmy, pressing her new lips upon her former.  The touch 
of male lips on  Jimmy's new ones sent a shiver of delight through his feminized 
body.  His body was reacting  exactly like his vision of Heather would react to 
such a kiss from Jimmy.  He found himself  closing his eyes to enjoy the kiss 
further.  Slowly, ever so slowly, his lips parted.  Heather slid  her much bigger 
tongue between those lips to meet his.  Their tongues tangled briefly inside  
Jimmy's mouth.  Suddenly, without warning, Jimmy began to sensuously suck 
his former tongue.
  
  It was the real Heather who broke the kiss.  When she did, Jimmy noticed that 
the nipples of  his breasts were completely swollen in arousal.  His pussy was 
sopping wet.  So focused was  he on the kiss that he didn't notice the natural 
reaction of his body to Heather's.  More  accurately, he didn't notice anything 
unusual about his body's reaction to Heather.
  
  "You see.  It's all so easy if you just relax, and accept it . . ." said Heather 
cheerfully.
  
  She spun on her heels to go fetch the doctor.
  
  Jimmy didn't know what upset him more: the fact that he was giving up so 
easily, or the fact  that, as much as he tried to fight it, he wanted his former body 
to make love to him!
  
  **********
  
  As Heather suspected, with last night's modifications, it was easy for Jimmy to 
convince the  doctors that he was okay.  He was able to convince them that not 
only was he Heather Black,  but that he believed it.  His movements were so 
feminine and girlish now.  In fact, they were  much more girlish than the real 
Heather ever was.
  
  It was like watching an over feminized caricature of Heather.  The real Heather 
couldn't help  but watch Jimmy intently from across the room.  Every now and 
then, she had to suppress an  urge to laugh at the sight.
  
  If Jimmy could see himself, he would just die, she thought!
  
  The thing was, Jimmy was all to aware of the way that he was moving and 
acting.  The moment  he tried not to, he felt awkward and unnatural.   Only 
when he relaxed, reverting to the girlish  movements did he feel comfortable.  
The spell was so complete that he didn't even feel strange  when he had to 
urinate.  It felt . . . right to sit while urinating, and to wipe afterward.  The 
spray,  instead of a steady stream, didn't even feel wrong.   It was all starting to 
freak him out, but, of  course, he could do nothing to express it.
  
  Jimmy just kept acting like the perfect image of Heather, while inside his mind, 
he screamed in  the humiliation of it all.
  
  When he crossed the room on the return trip from the bathroom, his hips and 
ass had a definite  feminine sway about them.
  
  By mid morning, the doctors had given Jimmy his release.  Now there was 
only Jimmy and  Heather left in the hospital room.
  
  "Your parents send you their love," noted Heather.
  
  "They're not your parents, they're MY parents," replied Jimmy, jumbling the 
intent of his words.
  
  "Isn't that what I just said Heather?" laughed the real Heather.
  
  Jimmy sighed.  His intended words were still coming out wrong, even though 
it was only he and  Heather in the room.  At least he could keep it all straight in 
his head.  However, at the present  time, he didn't know whether that was a 
blessing or a curse.
  
  Heather through an overnight bag on the hospital bed.  "There is a change of 
clothes in there.   There is also some make up, and a hair scrunchie to make 
yourself presentable.  Hurry up and  get dressed.  You've been such a good girl 
that I've decided to treat you to that surprise that I  mentioned."
  
  Jimmy didn't know whether to fear the surprise or not.  Nevertheless, he 
started to undo his  hospital gown.  He was able to expertly reach behind his 
back, and undo the ties, as if it were  something that he was always able to do.  
He was so very flexible now.
  
  He realized that Heather, in his real body, hadn't left the room.  She was still 
seated in one of  the chairs, watching every move that he made.
  
  "Do you mind?" asked Jimmy, a little annoyed.
  
  "Honey . . . I've seen that body naked more times than you have.  Believe me, 
there ain't  nothing there that I haven't already seen before.  Beside, it's turning 
me on.  I would think that  you would want to put a little show on for your 
boyfriend Heather."
  
  Jimmy sighed softly one more time.  Again, he had no choice.
  
  He undid the gown completely, allowing it to drop from his body to the floor.  
Jimmy now  stood, completely nude, facing away from Heather.
  
  "Hmmmmmm.  Nice ass!" quipped Heather.
  
  Rather than being annoyed by the comment, Jimmy found that it sent a little 
shiver of pleasure  up and down his spine.  In his mind, he screamed, Oh God, 
I'm getting off on this!
  
  Nevertheless, he slowly turned his naked frame around to face Heather.  He 
felt his lips form  into a sexy smile against his will.
  
  "Ahhhhhh.  Even nicer tits!"  continued Heather.
  
  Jimmy looked down at the big boobs suspended from his bare chest.  He 
consciously felt their  weight pulling him forward, and their slight jiggle every 
time that he breathed in and out.   Despite himself, he found himself thinking, 
they do feel kind of nice.  I always wanted to see  Heather suck her own 
nipples.
  
  No sooner did Jimmy think that very though, than he found himself lifting a 
soft boob up toward  his mouth.  He slid his tongue between his kissable lips to 
lick the erect nipple.  The second that  he did, he felt a bolt of pleasure arc all the 
way to his nether regions.
  
  "Mmmmmmm," he moaned.
  
  "Oh yeah!  That's more like it, Heather!" encouraged the real Heather.
  
  Her words just turned him on even more.  The goose flesh raised on his silky 
skin, and Jimmy  began to nibble on his aroused nibble in earnest now.
  
  Meanwhile, Heather crossed the room to where Jimmy stood.  She leaned 
over, way over, and  started to lick the same nipple that occupied Jimmy's 
tongue.  In mere seconds, there where  two intertwined tongues lapping at the 
same nipple.
  
  Jimmy couldn't take anymore.  "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" issued from his dewy lips.
  
  "Hold that thought, Babydoll.  Hurry up and finish dressing, so that we can 
get out of here."
  
  That's exactly what Jimmy did.  While Heather watched him, he slipped on 
satiny white panties.   The sheer front panel felt cool against his flat sex, and the 
slender strap of the thong slid  between the well defined cleft of his derriere 
cheeks.  Jimmy put on the rear fastening bra as if  he had done it all of his life.  
Each time, he found that he didn't even have to think about the  proper way to 
do it.  He just simply did what felt like the right way to do it.
  
  On each occasion, his technique was unerringly correct.  Jimmy even applied 
make up, and did  his long hair like a girl born.  He emerged from the bathroom 
with his thick hair done up in a  ponytail on the top of his head with the 
scrunchie.  Jimmy wore the skin tight jeans as a normal  girl would.  The image 
was complete by a short tight Tommy Hilfinger T-shirt that read "Tommy  Girl," 
and exposed his flat tummy. That tummy proudly exposed the navel ring which 
he had  talked her into getting.
  
  Fortunately, Jimmy didn't have to wear high heels . . . yet.
  
  However, before emerging from the bathroom, Jimmy did spend quite a long 
time just touching,  fondling, and massaging his new tiny feet.  Again, he felt 
himself getting extremely turned on by  his perfect feet.  He wanted to stay and 
touch them and . . . masturbate?  Instead, he had to  concentrate on putting on 
Heather's tiny, tiny pink tennis shoes.  Even they got Jimmy all hot.
  
  This . . . this has to stop . . ." Jimmy fought to retain control.
  
  When Jimmy emerged from the bathroom, it left Heather breathless.  Damn!  
She had been  very sexy and beautiful.  She mentally had always known.  
However, now looking at her body  through male eyes, she got a sense on just 
how ravishing she really was.  The wish was  working.  Jimmy was moving, 
dressing and acting just as she ordinarily would.
  
  While Jimmy was in the bathroom, Heather packed all of his new things in the 
bag.  There  wasn't anything for him to do after exiting from the bathroom.  
Still, he looked around as if he  should be doing something.  He felt the ponytail 
swirl around in with each turn of the head, and  gently brushed away part of the 
bangs which had fallen into his eyes.  The gesture was casual,  and oh so 
feminine.
  
  "Ready to go, Heather?"
  
  "Did you get everything . . . Jimmy?"
  
  "Yup.  Everything's taken care of.  Let's go."
  
  Jimmy started to sashay toward the door of the hospital room, but was abruptly 
halted by  Heather.
  
  "What now?"
  
  "Hospital policy.  The lady has to ride to the door in a wheelchair."
  
  Jimmy hadn't noticed the wheelchair that had been resting by the door until this 
very second.   He sighed, and "poo pooed" it with a very lady like wrist gesture.
  
  Heather smiled when she recognized the gesture.  It was hers . . . still another 
side effect of the  wish.
  
  "Now c'mon, Sweetheart.  You wouldn't want to make me angry.  You've 
been such a good  girl."
  
  Jimmy actually rolled his eyes in an "I don't believe this" expression.  He 
wasn't going to win this  argument, so he just ended up plopping down in the 
wheel chair.  He mentally noted the extra  padding that his rear end now had.
  
  So Heather ended up wheeling Jimmy to the front door of the hospital.  Every 
nurse or doctor  that they passed said, "Good bye Heather."  Jimmy instinctively 
smiled sweetly, as the real  Heather would have.
  
  Only after they got to the front door was Jimmy able to walk on his own 
power.  Even as he  was walking away from the hospital, he could feel every 
male eye on his body.  It was an eerie  feeling.  He realized that he was little 
more than a piece of meat to ravening male wolves.
  
  Jimmy actually welcomed the relative safety of the mustang with his body 
thief!
  
  Jimmy and Heather headed out of the hospital parking lot.  However, rather 
than taking a left  toward Jimmy's home, Heather took a right-hand turn.  She 
was handling the manual  transmission of the Mustang very well now.
  
  "Where are we going . . . Jimmy?"
  
  "I told you that I had a surprise for you.  That's where we are going."
  
  "What?  What is it?"
  
  "If I told you, than it wouldn't be a surprise.  You will just wait."
  
  With that, nothing more was said.  However, as they were driving down the 
road, Jimmy  unconsciously reached over and placed his hand into Heather's.  It 
wasn't until Heather  tightened her hand around his that Jimmy realized what he 
had done.  He had always wanted  Heather to be more physically affectionate, 
and now he found himself conforming naturally to  that image.
  
  Heather pulled his hand over to her groin, opened the palm, and put it on the 
bulge that was  there.  She started to move Jimmy's hand up and down upon 
that bulge.
  
  "Well Baby.  Since I'm being so nice to you, perhaps you can be nice to me."
  
  "You don't mean . . ."
  
  "Yes.  I haven't had my cock sucked in over a day.  I need it.  Now be a good 
little cum slut,  and take care of me."
  
  "Please . . . no . . ."
  
  "Do you ever want to get your body back?"
  
  Reluctantly, Jimmy started to move his hand up and down on her genital bulge 
on its own  power.  Heather took over her hand away to concentrate on driving.  
She knew with her  relative inexperience with driving the Mustang, she would 
need all of the focus that she could  get.
  
  Jimmy rubbed the bulge faster and faster. With each stroke, try as he might, he 
began to get  hotter and hotter.  The familiar moist heat grew between his legs.  
Jimmy knew he should feel  revulsion in what he was doing . . . but he 
couldn't.  To his horror, he found himself unbuttoning  the top button to 
Heather's jeans.  He unzipped the jean's fly with a hungry look in his eyes.   
Lastly, he reached in between the elastic of white cotton briefs to take the 
engorged tool within  his tiny hand.
  
  Jimmy's poor mind was being literally torn apart.  In his head, he hated what 
he was doing, and  tried to resist with every fiber of his being.  The sad part was 
that it was absolutely no match for  the body that he now wore.  The body of 
Heather wanted the body of Jimmy . . . and badly!
  
  He fought valiantly every inch, as he bent over to Heather's lap and began to 
give her the blow  job that she wanted.  The feeling of a cock sliding between 
his lips, across his tongue, and  down his throat made him feel so hot inside.
  
  "Mmmmmph," he mumbled in pleasure with each bob of his head.
  
  Heather looked down to see the back of her head bobbing up and down on her 
manhood.  The  sight, as well as the feeling, were incredible.  She put one of 
her hands on the back of Jimmy's  head to force her penis deeper and deeper 
into his throat.
  
  "Mmmmmmmmph," continued Jimmy uninterrupted.
  
  And then . . . Heather blurted her load into Jimmy's mouth.  His mind wanted 
to gag at the  humiliation, but his body lapped up the stray droplets of sperm as a 
kitten would lap up milk.   Jimmy, in his guise as a cum slut, performed 
perfectly.
  
  No sooner than he had adjusted himself, again in the passenger seat, than 
Heather pulled up to  the tattoo parlor.
  
  "We're here!!," she happily declared.
  
  "Here?"
  
  "Yes.  You always wanted tattoos on my feet.  Well now they are your own, 
so I decided to  treat you.  Nothing permanent, you hear?  I was thinking of 
maybe some henna designs upon  your toes.  What do you think?"
  
  Jimmy couldn't even speak.  The erotic idea of tattoos on each of his beautiful 
toes had  rendered him quite speechless.
  
  **********
  
    The tattoo parlor was dimly lit, and had a thin haze of cigarette smoke.  
Jimmy walked in behind Heather.
    
    "Somethin' I can do for you?" came the voice of the lone attendant.
    
    Jimmy recognized him instantly.  It was Eddie Mancini, a guy who had 
graduated from their  high school just last year.  Around school he had the 
reputation of being a druggie and a thug, so Jimmy wasn't that surprised to see 
him doing tattoos for a living.  What surprised Jimmy was his immediate 
reaction to Eddie.
    
    Eddie's presence frightened the Hell out of Jimmy.  His mind struggled to 
understand this latest turn of events.  Jimmy had never been scared of Eddie 
before, and, truth be known, even lorded it over Eddie when he was just a 
junior.  Even as a junior in high school, Jimmy had been the master of the 
domain . . . lord of the castle.
    
    How the mighty have fallen, he sourly swallowed the bitter pill in his 
thoughts.
    
    Jimmy moved further behind Heather, in his former body, as a makeshift 
human shield between himself and Eddie.  He started to shake uncontrollably.  
Try as he might, he just couldn't put a  finger on what the problem was.  
Perhaps it was Eddie's imposing, if not monstrous, 6'8", 320 Lb. frame.  On 
the other hand, it could be his greasy, unclean appearance.  Eddie sported long    
unwashed hair, a healthy, 3-day growth on his face, and a smoking cigarette 
dangling from his lips.  When he talked . . . bad teeth appeared between his lips.
    
    Eddie wore a tank top in order to advertise tattoos all over his arms, chest, 
and back.
    
    "Hello, Eddie!" declared Heather in a perfect imitation of . . . well . . . 
Jimmy!
    
    "Jimbo!" acknowledged Eddie.  "What's doin?  You lookin' for a tat?"
    
    "Not for me, for my girlfriend," nodded Heather, as she pulled a quaking 
Jimmy from behind her.  "You remember Heather Black?"
    
    "That freshman piece of ass?  Who wouldn't?"  Eddie looked down at Jimmy 
to say, smiling, "Hey Babe!"
    
    Heather pinched Jimmy on his tear shaped behind, and laughed, "I like to call 
her my little Cum Slut.  She just can't get enough of that tube snake boogie.  
Isn't that right, Heather?"
    
    Heather looked at Jimmy menacingly.
    
    Jimmy had absolutely no choice but to smile sweetly, and reply, "You bet 
Jimmy!"
    
    To his own horror, Jimmy found himself liking his new plump lips.
    
    "As a matter of fact, she just did me out in the car before coming in here.  
This is her reward."
    
    Jimmy turned a brilliant shade of red in embarrassment, even as he heard 
Eddie reply, "I wouldn't mind gettin' me some of that sweetness!"
    
    That sent a shudder up and down Jimmy's now slender spine.
    
    Heather cocked one eyebrow upon hearing Eddie's wish, but thankfully 
asked about the tattoos.  "Hey Eddie?  Do you guys do those designs with henna 
ink that is so popular these days?"
    
    "Yeah.  We do them.  The chicks seem to dig  em."
    
    "That's what we want to get.  Nothing permanent you see, but something that 
will eventually wash off."
    
    "The henna ink fades, then washes off after a few weeks.  That good 
enough?"
    
    "Perfect!" beamed Heather.  "Heather here wants to get some of those Indian 
designs on each of her toes, and maybe on the arch of her feet."
    
    "Her feet!" roared Eddie, stretching to his full height.
    
    "She has a foot fetish . . . what can I say?" snickered Heather.
    
    "Whatever gets you off . . . ." replied Eddie.
    
    "I want you to use a really small brush so that Heather feels every stroke.  I 
want you to get here so turned on that she won't know what to do with herself."
    
    "Hey.  I aim to please," assured Eddie, already looking forward to exciting 
such a beautiful girl.
    
    Unfortunately, the conversation of Heather and Eddie alone was enough to 
conjure up images of  what it would be like to have a soft brush caressing his 
beautiful feet.  Jimmy swallowed hard because there was nothing she could do 
to stop those images.  His swollen vulva started to radiate moist heat in 
anticipation of the event.  His big nipples were so hard that he thought that    
they were going to burst!
    
    **********
    
    The anticipation was paled in comparison to the reality of the henna tattoos.  
Eddie seated him  in a reconditioned barber's chair.  When he drew close, 
Jimmy could smell his rancid body odor.  However, all of that was forgotten the 
second that he touched the tiny brush to her baby toe.
    
    "Ohhhh," whispered Jimmy, barely under his breath.  He squirmed in his 
chair.
    
    He tried to get up, to get away from this situation, despite the intense pleasure 
that he felt.   Jimmy had no doubt that the tattooing process would melt him into 
a puddle of quivering desire.  Heather held him firmly in place with her new 
strong hands.
    
    So it was that Eddie slowly, and painstakingly, moved from toe to toe.  Upon 
each toe he painted intricate Indian or Middle Eastern designs in black henna ink.  
The feeling of the small brush on his toes, between his toes, and other his toes, 
was impossible for Jimmy to describe.  Not that he could.  His constant 
moaning from the sheer pleasure of it had rendered him quite speechless.  He 
had never, ever experience anything so singularly pleasurable or erotic in his    
entire life.
    
    "Mmmmmmm," Jimmy moaned, closing his eyes.  Images of men sucking 
his toes danced in his head.
    
    Since Jimmy had his eyes closed, he could not witness a huge wet spot 
growing in the front of his jeans.  He was squirming around in the chair as if 
some unseen ghost was making love to his new pussy.  Unconsciously, Jimmy 
began to slightly grind his pelvis up and down.  A free hand also traveled up the 
front of his tight T-shirt to start to fondle his bulging tits.
    
    Eddie now started to paint the arches of Jimmy's feet . . . the toes having 
been completed.  If it was humanly possible that produced an even more extreme 
reaction from Jimmy.   His hips began to rock forward and back in a clear 
fucking motion now.  He was pinching his swollen nipples between his thumb 
and forefinger through the thin shirt. 
    
    Eddie and Heather smiled at each other.
    
    Out of nowhere, Heather asked Eddie," So . . . Ed?  How do you like to get 
it.  Sex I mean."     She hoped the talk of sex would energize her victim even 
further.  The refractory period between ejaculation had elapsed some time ago, 
with Jimmy's gyrations starting to stir the beginnings of another erection. 
    
    Eddie, who had not been encumbered by the prior blow job, already had a 
raging hard on.  He was currently finding it as hard to sit still as Jimmy.  
Heather, didn't have any problems with looking at Eddie's crotch.  After all, 
only a day or so ago she was a girl!
    
    "You really wanna know, man?" asked Eddie looking up from his vantage 
point.
    
    "Yeah.  Tell me what your favorite form of sex is.  What gets to you my 
friend?" smiled    Heather, while she reached down to Jimmy's other boob, and 
began to slowly massage it.
    
    "Ohhhhh God," whispered Jimmy, barely audible.  "Uhhhhh."
    
    Eddie, undeterred, stated, "Anal sex, man.  I like to give it to  em up the ole 
poop shoot.  Makes me feel so fuckin' powerful.   That's it man . . . definitely 
anal!"
    
    Eddie finished with the last of the designs on Jimmy's feet, setting the brush 
to one side.  He was just about to get up, go to the bathroom, and relieve the 
pressure, when Heather spoke again.  Jimmy still hadn't opened his eyes, 
instead just writhing in ecstasy.
    
    A positively evil idea crossed Heather's mind.  She gestured at Jimmy with 
her head, "Maybe we can work something out for say . . . the price of the 
tattoos?"
    
    Eddie's eyes widened.  He looked at the sexy girl squirming in sexual 
excitation before his eyes.  Then he smiled too.  He had never had such a 
beautiful girl before.
    
    "Sure.  That's a deal.   I'll gladly eat the cost for a taste of your . . . cum 
slut?"
    
    "That's her!" agreed Heather.
    
    She knew by now, if she knew her own body, that it wanted nothing more 
than a release from being penetrated.  Fine.  Jimmy had never entered her when 
she got to this stage, choosing rather to make her suffer.  She would be more 
giving . . . although not in the way Jimmy probably wanted it.
    
    Heather reached down, took Jimmy's free hand, and placed it in the lap of 
Eddie.  Jimmy's hand groped around, realizing of its own accord where it was.  
Jimmy began to stroke the bulge that it found there with long, firm strokes.  
Heather then took one of Jimmy's hand, placing it in Jimmy's moist crotch.  
The wet spot that was located there had grown by leaps and bounds.
    
    Now Jimmy began to massage what was there as well.
    
    They continued this activity for a few minutes.  Jimmy was lost . . . 
somewhere.  He never opened his eyes once, but continued to fantasize about 
men sucking his toes.  It wasn't just a man, but many men . . . at the same time!  
Some of those men were starting to penetrate him, and heaven help him, he 
wanted it.
    
    "Slide her jeans off," whispered Heather to Eddie.
    
    Eddie did as he was told, popping the button to Jimmy's jeans.  Slowly he 
undid the fly.  To the surprise of both of them, Jimmy raised his hips slightly so 
that his clothing could be removed easily.  Eddie was only too happy to comply.
    
    In a matter of mere seconds, he had Jimmy's jeans and soaked panties 
removed.  Heather nodded down at Eddie.  She bent over to whisper in Jimmy's 
ear, "C'mon my little Cum Slut.  You gotta changed position."
    
    It was now that Jimmy chose to open his eyes.  When he did, he was struck 
with the gravity of the situation.
    
    "N-no!" came his meek, plaintive cry.
    
    "Heather?  Are you going to disobey me?"
    
    Jimmy swooned.  "N-no."
    
    "Good.  On the floor.  On your hands and knees."
    
    Jimmy started to rise from the chair.  Both Eddie and Heather began to 
remove their pants and underwear.  As Jimmy was getting in to position, he 
made the mistake of bumping one of his toes upon the edge of the chair.
    
    Eddie growled, "Careful you dumb bitch.  You're gonna ruin my designs!"
    
    "I-I'm sorry, Eddie" whimpered Jimmy, even as he assumed the submissive 
position on the floor.  
    
    Jimmy felt his bare ass thrust provocatively up into the air, and his tits 
dangling heavily from his chest.  The swayed with each breath in and out.  
Jimmy looked down the valley of those boobs, between his naked legs.  A 
single droplet of juice from his sopping pussy dripped onto the floor.
    
    Eddie came forward to rest his big erection between the cleft of Jimmy's soft 
ass cheeks. He began to slowly move it backward and forward on the top of 
Jimmy's ass.  Jimmy shook as a surge of hormones were released into his 
system, and he felt himself flush in heat.
    
    Jimmy tried to verbally  deny what was happening to him, how he felt.  He 
repeated over and over again, "No . . . no . . . no . . . ."
    
    Eddie couldn't stand the pressure any longer.  He pulled down his cock so 
that the tip rested at the entrance of Jimmy's sphincter.  He pushed forward a 
little to spread the opening.  Eddie smiled . . . she was tight . . . an ass virgin.
    
    "No . . . no . . . no . . . ." Jimmy continued in denial.
    
    Eddie responded by spreading the muscles a little further.  Now he was able 
to insert the head of the cock inside.  Now that he had gotten that far, he 
couldn't pull back, and therefore made one giant thrust forward.
    
    Jimmy screamed in pain.  It felt like a wildfire was ripping through his 
bottom, and that somebody had jammed a large pole up his butt.
    
    "No . . . ." he protested again, only to have Eddie thrust in and out of him.
    
    Even though Jimmy's mind didn't want this, his body did.  He rocked 
forward and back to meet each of Eddie's thrusts.  Jimmy's mind was again 
reeling, but regardless, he arched his back to allow Eddie an even deeper entry.  
From the vantage point, Jimmy couldn't have seen the steady drip . . . drip . . . 
drip of his pussy juice on to the floor.
    
    However, the polarity of his soft cries had changed 180 degrees to, "Yes . . . 
yes . . . yes . . . ."
    
    Now it was Heather's turn to get into the act.  She took one step forward, 
grabbing a handful of Jimmy's long hair.  She lifted his head up so that his 
mouth was face to face with his former manhood.
    
    Jimmy cried "Yes" one more time, only to have Heather bury her erection 
down his throat.  As Jimmy got fucked in the ass from Eddie, he gave Heather 
still another blow job in the front.  Back and forth each of them thrust, Jimmy 
little more than a ping pong ball between two paddles!
    
    Jimmy's hungry fingers found his own dripping slit.  "Mmmmmmph," he 
mumbled.
    
    Finally, after the longest time, Eddie pulled out of Jimmy's rectum.  "I'm 
gonna cum!" he  declared in an exhausted tone of voice.
    
    "Me to!" agreed Heather as she pulled free of Jimmy's mouth.
    
    Suddenly, an arc of sperm erupted from Eddie's cock onto Jimmy's back . . . 
instantly staining his T-shirt.  The sight of this degrading scene to Jimmy 
pushed Heather over the edge as well.  Her erection erupted in a powerful blurt 
all over Jimmy's face and hair.  Cum was dripping from everywhere.
    
    Eddie and Heather started to laugh uncontrollably because Jimmy hadn't even 
stopped for this!   He just continued to manipulate his clitoris furiously to 
orgasm, as he stuck out his tongue to catch a falling droplet of cum from his 
hair.
    
    Jimmy exploded into orgasm himself.
    
    "You're right.  She IS a cum slut!" nodded Eddie.
    
    "We're even now . . . right?"
    
    "I may owe you money.  That's a great piece of ass you got there.  If you 
ever dump her . . .    I'll take her in a heartbeat."
    
    "A towel for her will do for now."
    
    They both looked down at Jimmy, curled up into a fetal position, and 
quivering in the throes of  another earth shattering orgasm.
    
    **********
     
    It was over and done with.  Jimmy was feeling extremely demeaned.  He had 
what he wanted more than anything in the world . . . tattoos on Heather's little 
feet.  It was too bad that Jimmy was the one with Heather's feet now.  It was 
just how Heather paid for those tattoos!
    
    She even yelled at him, to boot, once they were back in the car.  "Hey!  Don't 
get that jism on my leather!"
    
    Oh yes.  The mighty had fallen.  Jimmy leaned forward to put he towel in 
between the seat and his cum stained back.
    
    The only thing that caused Jimmy more strife was the fact that his mind still 
desired the feet he was walking on.   Jimmy always wanted to be able to have 
Heather get aroused by her feet as much as he . . . more so actually.  He had 
wanted her to be able to have an orgasm by mere massage, and now he was 
unwittingly feeling it first hand . . . or actually first foot.  
       
    "Does my little cum slut like her tattoos?  I hope you do.  Too bad you won't 
be able to enjoy them for long.  They will wash right eventually.  I really like the 
way the tattoos swirl around each of your perfect little toes.  Don't you?" 
Heather said sarcastically in Jimmy's powerful male voice.  
    
    Jimmy could only nod his empty head and smile.  He well  knew that he 
would feel the pain and humiliation for the rest of his life if he didn't play his 
cards right.  He just had to hope that she would soon vent all of her rage, 
restoring them to their rightful bodies.  
       
    Jimmy tried to make idle conversation to Heather, in an attempt to appease 
her.  He thought that if perhaps it would speed the process if it looked like he 
was starting to adapt to this way of life.    "That was like soooooo awesome 
y'know?  I can't, like, get used to your, your, you-know body.  Like, it's, like, 
well you know, like, it's like, liking what you are, like doing to me all the,    
like, time,"  Jimmy giggled using Heathers old cheerleader lingo.  
    
    Since the last wish, Jimmy found himself inexplicably acting more and more 
like the Heather he    always wanted.  That Heather was nothing more then  an 
air-headed bimbo that talked just like one.  He couldn't explain it, but he was 
now involuntarily acting exactly like that Heather!  It was so mind-numbing to 
hear his new voice talk that way.
    
    Heather with her now increased IQ couldn't stand it any longer.  This was 
going to be so sweet.  Once she could break Jimmy,  things would be much 
better around here.  Only one question  lingered for tonight's shooting star:  
would she be the one to wear the pants forever, or would  she return a grateful, 
wiser Jimmy to his own body.  The next few hours would tell the story!  
    
    "I know you like the tattoos baby.  I treat my little Cum Slut right don't I?"  
Heather beamed triumphantly. 
    
    Again,  Jimmy could do nothing more than just nod his empty head in 
agreement.  He wasn't getting used to being a little whore, but he was certainly 
getting caught up in it all.  There was no denying the joys and pleasures his little 
body had experienced.  He couldn't know that with Heather's  last wish, he 
couldn't even fight it.  
    
    Jimmy was trapped, and Heather knew it. 
    
    Jimmy looked down at his tiny little feet and saw all the designs and swirls.  
Eddie instructed him  not to put on any shoes for a few hours.  Unfortunately, 
the sight of those designs alone was making him hotter and wetter, one more 
time, by the second.  
    
    It didn't make sense to him at all.  Jimmy still had his foot fetish, and now 
that he had Heather's feet he couldn't keep his hands off of them.  He just 
wanted to be able to rub them, caress them, and suck on those perfect little toes.  
    
    He wasn't enjoying this at all.  Nevertheless, he was unable to tell anyone that 
he wasn't  Heather.  He tried and tried, but it always came out that he was the 
true female.  He was Heather.  
       
    **********
    
    Heather drove the two of them back to Jimmy's old house.  They went up to  
his former room.     The absence of Jimmy's parents still made nice and safe for 
anything that would happen between the two.  
    
    Heather stretched and began to peel off her male clothing. The events of the 
tattoo parlor seemed to have bled away a good portion of her anger at Jimmy.  
Part of the inner personality of the real Heather started to show through. 
    
    "Y'know?  I'm in the mood To make love to you . . . really make love to you, 
and not just another blow job.  Can you believe it?  I understand why you 
wanted it like that all of the time.    It just made me feel so powerful . . . like I'm 
the king of the world.  But I think I need a shower even more because I haven't 
bathed since yesterday.  I want you to appreciate the difference between Eddie 
and me.  I mean, I would never disrespect you by being dirty and demanding    
sex!  I want this to be really special for you.  I want to share with you.  Would 
you wait for me?"
    
    With that one sided, self serving announcement, she went straight into the 
shower to clean up.  Unfortunately, it was Jimmy who felt extremely dirty.
    
    Jimmy just sat there and stared at his tiny tattooed feet.  They were so erotic.  
He got up and crossed over to one of the  drawers where he found something 
completely unexpected.  It was a box that bore note, "To My Little Cum Slut."  
He wondered what it was, so finally his little anxious body got the best of him. 
He opened it up. 
    
     It was a gold anklet.  However . . . it wasn't just any ordinary anklet.  It had 
a little plate on it with some engraving, and, it said something that put an 
exclamation point on his circumstances.    Jimmy  looked at the words knowing 
that Heather planned for him to wear that anklet in one more act of shame.   It 
read "Cock Sucker."  
    
    Jimmy shook to the very fiber of his being as he slipped it on. He thought that 
if he did it on his own, it may buy him some bonus points.  This was actually 
happening . . . Jimmy was becoming a little 16-year old cheerleader slut.  
    
    Well, he was 19, but he was in Heather's small 16 year old body.  A body 
that was rapidly becoming a helpless little "headhunter."  
    
    Jimmy curled up into the fetal position,  letting his female hormones 
overwhelm him.
     
    **********
    
    Heather on the other hand, was living it up.  She was "Cock" of the walk, so 
to speak.  She enjoyed the feelings of the warm water all over her strong male 
body.  It was all worth it, and she pondered again that tonight there was one last 
shooting star to see.  One last wish to make.    Which way should she go?
      
    As Heather soaped herself up, she began to think.  Her mind wandered back 
to everything that  she had inflicted on Jimmy in the past two days.  She 
especially remembered the incident with  Eddie . . . she had been little more than 
a pimp for Jimmy's sexual services.
    
    That made her suddenly feel very bad, and extremely guilty.  She had done 
some awful things to Jimmy . . . much more so then he had ever done to her.  In 
a sense, Heather was worse.   She knew exactly what she was doing to Jimmy 
every step of the way.  However, each indignity that he had visited upon her 
was based upon a lifetime of growing up male.  In other words, it was based 
upon ignorance!
    
    Heather smiled a little to her self despite the seriousness of her 
contemplations.  Jimmy certainly wasn't ignorant anymore.  He now knew full 
well what it felt like to be in Heather's life, or rather the life that Jimmy would 
have had for her.  He did seem to be repentant.
    
    Perhaps it was time to show Jimmy the other side of the coin now.  Yes, 
that's it, Heather thought!  I can show him what making real love is all about, 
the give of it . . . the take of it . . . the sharing of it.  I certainly know what 
buttons to push on the body he is wearing.  If I show him how to really make 
love to a woman, make her body sing, then perhaps he will have learned 
something.  I will show him the beauty and glory of true love, and then he will 
know how wrong he was.
    
    Watching Eddie enter Jimmy had done something to Heather.  This was the 
last mystery of being a man that was left to her.  She had experienced everything 
else but this, and the same was true of Jimmy.  It was time for that mystery to 
end.
    
    Heather felt her cock start to stiffen again.
    
    She decided.  The final wish would hinge on how much Jimmy had learned 
through this ordeal.     If he could finally love and make love like a human 
being, then Heather would give him back his body.
    
    **********
      
    Jimmy finally sat up, and stopped crying long enough to look down at 
himself.   He had to try to except the fact that HE was now a SHE for now.  He 
just couldn't accept it . . . it was wrong!  It just couldn't be happening.  
    
    His tiny feet kept wiggling, all of the while.  Jimmy was compelled  to stare at 
the short toes with their cute  pink toenails.  They seemed so perfect, so tiny, so 
sexy, so...feminine.  
    
    It was just enough to distract Jimmy from his plight. Where he should have 
been contemplating    the true larger meaning off all of this, he was riveted only 
with himself.  His tiny pink nails were so perfectly trimmed and painted that it 
turned him on.  
    
    Heather NEVER got horny looking at her feet,  Jimmy thought to himself.  
The tiny toes were an extreme turn-on.  Slowly, ever so slowly, he started to 
massage the feet with his tiny hands.  He sped it up a little more as the unique 
erotic sensations filled him.  The foot fetish was kicking in!
     
    His vagina was getting wetter,  his nipples were standing at attention.  
Jimmy's pulse quickened    It only made him speed up his massaging.  
    
    He was close to an orgasm already.  
    
    It was all happening so fast,  Jimmy was so close to a second female orgasm.  
He kept rubbing and rubbing the tiny little feet, and then moved the right foot up 
to his tiny little mouth.  So intent was he upon his task that he didn't even notice 
the flexibility of his girlish body.  Jimmy started sucking on his own toes.  
    
    It was all so erotic that it made Jimmy even hotter and wetter than before.  His 
mind lusted for Heather's body, and now he had and could do with it what he 
pleased.  He was enjoying it so much that he forgot all about Heather, now 
standing in front of him.  
    
    "What the hell are you doing Heather?  I can't believe it.  I can't fucking 
believe what you are doing right now."  All of Heather's good will and pure 
intentions disappeared in mere seconds.  Her rage at Jimmy was back with a 
vengeance! She blurted at the small female, in a furious blast,    "Even when you 
have MY body you are STILL selfish, and only think about YOUR orgasms.     
I asked you to wait for me.  I wanted to share something special with you . . . 
love.  Real love.   I won't put up with this anymore."       
       
    Jimmy still couldn't stop.  He kept on massaging his tiny feet and kept on 
hoping that he would  cum soon.  The orgasm came, leaving Jimmy  moaning 
and groaning at the tops of his feminine lungs.  
    
    Little did he know that Heather's little sensitive feet were going to be an 
inconvenience more than a feel-good.  
    
    Heather smiled at Jimmy with a wicked smile, and said to herself,  "You are 
acting like you want to, go right ahead.  You don't understand everything just 
yet you little cunt.  But you will in good time.  Don't worry.  You will." 
    
    Heather's entire demeanor was back to its vengeful fury.  She threw the 
cheerleader outfit at  Jimmy.  "Now that you are done, you might as well get 
showered and changed.  You have a game tonight . . . ."
  
  Jimmy virtually dashed into the bathroom . . . spurned by the tongue lashing 
that he had just  received from Heather.  What was wrong with her now, he 
wondered?  She appeared to be so  nice before taking a shower.  What did she 
mean when she said, "That I'm going to find out?"
  
  He took off his stained and soiled clothing, piling them into the corner of the 
bathroom.  The  cheerleader out fit, and clean undergarments were placed neatly 
on the counter.  While, Jimmy  continued to try and figure out the meaning of 
Heather's words, he absently gathered his long hair  up into a bun, and pinned it 
up on his head.
  
  If Jimmy had been paying attention to what he was doing, he would have been 
shocked to know  that he was behaving as Heather did when she was preparing 
to bathe.  He was acting like a  woman born!  That theme carried throughout the 
shower.  Without even thinking about it, he  washed, shaved his underarms, 
shaved his legs, and then shampooed and conditioned his hair as  if it were 
something he had always done.  The skills were so natural that he didn't even 
concentrate  or focus to do it.
  
  What's more, his mind was turning on so many other matters that Jimmy 
didn't once notice that he was doing it!
  
  The apprehensions over what was Heather going to do him, was all that ran his 
mind.   Occasionally, it was interrupted by the fear of how he could possibly 
lead cheers at a football  game, let alone do the requisite flips and other 
gymnastics.  How could he be expected to do that?
  
  If Jimmy had been paying attention to what his body was doing, instead of 
fretting over things he  could not control, he would have had his answer.  He 
patted himself dry as all women did, and then  expertly wrapped his hair up into 
a towel.  Again, without even thinking about it, he slipped on  clean panties and 
bra.  His hands, even with their long painted nails, easily reached behind his 
back  to secure the clasps of his bra.
  
  "I mean . . . what else could she do to me?" Jimmy whispered allowed, as he 
idly grabbed an  eyeliner and began to apply some make up.  "She has to tire of 
all of this soon, and give me my  body back."
  
  As Jimmy expertly applied mascara, eye shadow, rouge, and lipstick, another 
thought occurred  to him.
  
  "Hmm.  Maybe I should have waited for Heather to get out of the shower.  She 
wanted to make  love . . . really make love.  It seems I'm always doing that to 
her.   Maybe if I make it up to her  tonight, she'll give me my body back.  That's 
it!   I'll make love to her tonight like SHE wants to  . . . make HER happy.  
She'll have to give me my body back!"
  
  Jimmy looked at his visage in the mirror.  Instinctively, he grabbed a sheet of 
tissue paper to blot his lipstick.
  
  "There!  That should do it . . . ." Jimmy stopped in mid-sentence.  "How the 
Hell did I do this?   It's just as good as Heather does."
  
  That realization should have frightened the Hell out of him.   Surprisingly, and 
perhaps misguidedly,  he was encouraged by the vision of beauty before him.  
Maybe he would be able to get through  the night with nobody the wiser.  While 
he planned his salvation on one final roll of the dice . . .  making love to Heather 
. . . he easily coifed his hair, and put on the small cheerleading outfit.
  
  **********
  
  Unfortunately, Heather stewed in her own juices just outside the bathroom 
door.  She glanced over  to the dresser where she noticed the empty jewelry 
box.  That was the box with the nasty little ankle bracelet.
  
  Heather had decided that she was going to relent, and not make him wear it.  In 
other words, she  was going to ease up on him.  However, he had found it, and 
put it on under his own volition.
  
  Heather nodded to herself, adopting a wide grin.  "Very well.  If  that's the 
way it is to be . . . ."
  
  She casually sat upon the edge of the bed to plan her next move.  All the 
feelings of goodwill  toward Jimmy had vanished.
  
  **********
  
  Jimmy took a deep breath, just before exiting the bathroom.  He had to play 
this perfectly . . . just  right.  Fortunately, all he had to do was relax, and just let 
whatever Heather had done to him work its .  . . magic?
  
  He opened the door, swaying over to where Heather was sitting on the edge of 
the bed.  Jimmy  leaned over, kissing her on the lips.  At the same time, he 
squeezed His former cock.
  
  Jimmy cooed into Heather's ear, "I can't wait to feel you in me, Jimmy?   I 
can't wait to make love  to you . . . ."
  
  All of the while, Heather continued to grin.  She stood up, grabbed Jimmy by 
the hand, and led him  toward the stairs.
  
  "C'mon Heather.  You're going to be late for the game."
  
  **********
  
  Go to the game they did!  Jimmy performed perfectly and naturally in his role 
as Heather.  He knew  all of the cheers by hearts, and was able to do each of the 
flips and gymnastic moves with  precision.  As the smallest girl on the field, he 
was tossed around by the other, bigger girls.  Jimmy  was always the one on the 
top of the human towers or pyramids.  Despite himself, he was actually  starting 
to have fun, and even enjoyed the easy camaraderie of the other girls.
  
  Jimmy found himself giggling, laughing and gossiping with the other 
cheerleaders about boys.   However, each time that they did, he felt compelled to 
check the bleachers.  He had to know what  Heather was doing in his real body.     
He felt a surge of anger rip through his body when he saw  Heather sitting with 
Becky Ryan.
  
  Actually . . . he was steamed!  Had Jimmy been more familiar with the 
emotion, he would have  recognized that what he was experiencing was 
jealousy, female jealousy.  Now it was all that he  could do to concentrate on the 
game.
  
  Fortunately, the game passed quickly with a victory over their cross county 
rivals.  For the  remainder of the game, Jimmy had to look up into the stands to 
monitor Heather and Becky.  They  were laughing and having a good time.  
Heather wasn't talking down to Becky the same way that  she had talked down 
to him.  
  
  What was going on here, Jimmy panicked?  Heather had started to talk to him 
that way just before the shower.  Oh Man, he groaned inwardly.  Have I blown 
it?  No, he reassured himself . . . she  loves me!  I'll make it all up to her 
tonight.
  
  **********
  
  After the game was finished, Jimmy quickly found Heather.  Becky Ryan was 
nowhere to be seen,  however, she was talking to about ten members of the 
football team.  They were engaged in some type of conversation.
  
  "Really, Jimmy?" said one of the guys.
  
  "I promise you that it'll be worth your while.  A good time will be had by all, 
so spread the word to the rest of the team."
  
  "What'll, like, be worth their while, Jimmy?" asked Jimmy, when he joined 
the group.  They all  towered over his short, slight frame.
  
  Several of the team looked down at Jimmy, calling in unison, "Hi Heather."
  
  "Hi guys," Jimmy blushed.
  
  Heather jumped in, "I was just telling the guys here about the after party I 
arranged at the Bluffs.   I invited them along with us."
  
  Jimmy protested, while biting his lower lip, "Aw Jimmy.  I wanted to get you 
alone, like, y'know?"
  
  "Later Babe.  I have a surprise for you at the party."
  
  "Really?"  Jimmy hoped against hope that it was his own body back.
  
  He stood on his tip toes to kiss Heather on the lips.  Jimmy consciously rubbed 
his big boobs along  Heather's biceps, and the turned his head just enough to 
bite her ear lobe.
  
  With his head turned, Jimmy couldn't have seen Heather give the football team 
the "See? I told  you" look.  The guys shook their eyes excitedly up and down, 
before heading off toward the  showers.
  
  That didn't stop Jimmy though . . . he knew this had to be the performance of 
a lifetime.  He had a lot of making up to do.  The only thing that troubled him 
was that this was coming all too easily!   Nevertheless, Jimmy put his hand 
down Heather's pants.
  
  Heather picked out the hand, telling Jimmy. "Later, Heather!  We have to get to 
the Bluffs."
  
  Jimmy actually said it, "Oh Poo!  I wanna, like, get fucked by you."
  
  Heather fondled his boob, pinched his ass, and remarked, "Oh . . . you'll get 
fucked all right!"
  
  Jimmy, with his substantially reduced mental capacity didn't understand the 
significance of  Heather's remark.  It went right over his head.
  
  "What was all of that with Becky Ryan, Mister?" asked Jimmy innocently, 
trying hard to mask the  jealousy that he felt.  It didn't quite work.
  
  Still, Heather had other plans, yet to come into fruition.  "She's just a friend, 
Heather.  You are the only Cum Slut for me!"
  
  "Damn straight!" agreed Jimmy, in Heather's perfect simpleminded voice.

**********

  Jimmy and Heather left the football field for the Bluffs.  That wasn't the 
official name of the place,  but was the adopted moniker the "in" crowd had 
chosen for the after party.  It was really just a  place where everyone got a little 
drunk and partied too much.  Then they went to the craggy bluffs  to make out 
with whomever they had picked up that night.  
  
  However, Heather, spurned by  Jimmy's latest behavior, had everything 
planned out.  They weren't  going to the party.  They were going straight to the 
bluffs.  The night was already late, and what  with the scene with Jimmy and 
him masturbating by foot massage made it all very evident that  Heather had to 
do.  She had to finish everything then.  
  
  Heather drove straight to the make out spot, causing Jimmy to speculate what 
Heather had on her  mind.  He wiggled his toes a little more, and looked down 
on the anklet that annoyed him so much.   He wanted to rip it off, but couldn't.
  
  Just one more thing to do, and she'll let me have my body back, mused Jimmy 
confidently.  He moved his hand over into Heather's lap to begin the task of 
getting her aroused.
    
  The car pulled up to the bluffs and stopped. Jimmy looked out over the 
dashboard, and was  stunned to see about 20 of the members of the football 
team.  The other couples were probably  still out getting drunk, and trying to 
find their cars so that they too could go up to the bluffs. 
  
  Heather turned over to Jimmy to spoke in her best comforting voice, "You 
know why we are up here right, Heather?"  
  
  Jimmy originally thought that he knew, and naturally fell into the old "Dumb 
Cheerleader" routine.   He shook his pretty little head "No."  
  
  Then Heather smiled . . . a devilish smile . . . "You'll see, Heather.  You'll 
see."
  
  "B-but, I-I thought that we . . . ." began Jimmy.
  
  "You were wrong.  Here's the deal.  I told all of the guys that you are nothing 
but a Cum Slut.   They didn't believe me, so I told them all about the little anklet 
that YOU designed.  That still wasn't  enough to convince them, so I promised 
them all a blow job by yours truly!  Your performance in  front of them was the 
icing on the cake."
  
  Jimmy gasped in horror.  At the time, he had never realized what he was 
doing.
  
  "I-I c-can't.  Please don't make me do this, Jimmy!"  Jimmy tried to call 
Heather by her true name,  it again coming out as "Jimmy."  This wasn't a 
performance anymore . . . it was a fight for survival.
  
  "Are you going to make a liar out of me?" threatened Heather, raising her 
voice.
  
  "I don't care anymore.  Just do whatever you want to do to me, but I'm not 
gonna do it.  You can go fuck yourself."
  
  Heather looked down at her crotch, chuckling, "That would be a little hard 
considering my current  anatomy."
  
  "Fuck you!" spat Jimmy.
  
  Heather grabbed the tiny girl by both shoulders.  "Here's the deal.  You do 
each of those guys .  . . really satisfy them right, and I'll give you your body 
back."
  
  "W-what?" exclaimed Jimmy.
  
  "That's right.  You put a smile on each one of their faces, and you get your 
body back."
  
  "Really?"
  
  "I promise," stated Heather with apparent sincerity.
  
  "Tonight?"
  
  "Sure . . . whatever you want."
  
  Jimmy was silent for a second.  Could he do this . . . could he suck off 20 
guys in succession?   Certainly, it wasn't worse than what he had done so far.  
When it was over, he would have his wonderful body back.
  
  "Well?  Is it a deal?"
  
  One last thought crossed Jimmy's mind.  If he did this, and they switched 
back, Heather would be forever branded the school slut.  Everyone would 
remember this night, and after it was over, Jimmy  could see to it that Heather 
never lived down that reputation.  That is . . . if he made his performance just 
right!
  
  "Okay . . . I'll do it," agreed Jimmy.
  
  "Wonderful.  Let me break the ice for you."
  
  Heather exited the car, came around, and opened Jimmy's door for him.  She 
extended one hand to help the smaller Jimmy out of the Mustang.  Heather 
didn't release his hand, but instead lead him  up to where the team was standing 
in a circle.  Crushed beer cans were everywhere.
  
  "Here she is guys.  Just like I told you she would be."
  
  "You told her what this is all about?" asked the quarterback Brian Hill.
  
  "Heather?" questioned Heather, looking down at Jimmy.
  
  Jimmy smiled as sexy a smile as he could, purring, "Like . . . I'm gonna blow, 
like all of you guys!"
  
  You could have blown Hill over with a feather.  "Really?  You don't mind?"
  
  Jimmy licked his lips seductively.  The best way to punish Heather was to lay 
it on as thick as he  could.  After the switch, she would never live this down.  
Now THAT was revenge!
  
  "Didn't Jimmy tell you?  I looooove cum!  I love having big dicks in my 
mouth, and like, getting  fucked in my ass . . . or between my tits.  Didn't you 
see my little ankle bracelet?  That, like, tells  you all you need to know about me 
. . . cocksucker."
  
  About half of the team sprouted woodys right there and then.
  
  "Convinced?"
  
  They all nodded silently.
  
  "Good.  Who's first?" asked Heather.
  
  One of the lineman spoke up.  "We all decided that It'd be Brian.  He threw the 
winning TD pass."
  
  They all nodded again in agreement.  Heather put her hand on her former little 
but, urging Jimmy  forward.  She couldn't do anything but grin as Jimmy 
caressed Hill's chest with one hand, his  genital bulge with the other, and 
dropped to his knees. 
  
  Jimmy deftly unbuttoned and unzipped Brian's jeans, only to have his huge 
erection flop out in front  of his eyes.  Just as he had done with Heather, he took 
the manhood into his tiny hand to begin the  slow strokes of a hand job.  
Meanwhile, he started to lick the tip of the cock with swirling motions.   As 
soon as he did, the parameters of Heather's last wish kicked into gear.  He 
began to act just  like his fantasy image of Heather the cum slut.
  
  He began to lick the quarterback's dick just like a lollipop.
  
  "Hello?  Is this seat taken?" came a female voice from behind Heather's 
ringside seat.  A soft  female hand close upon her own . . . although it was now 
male.
  
  Heather turned to face Becky Ryan.
  
  "Have you told her yet?" inquired Becky.
  
  Heather gestured over to Jimmy, who by now had taken Brian's entire length 
into his mouth.  He was furiously bobbing up and down on it, with muffled 
cries of pleasure, for all that he was worth.   "She's kind of busy now."
  
  "I can see that," commented Becky shyly.
  
  "No need to ruin her fun."
  
  Becky kissed Heather on the cheek.  "You are going to have to tell her that 
you're breaking up with her!"
  
  "After.  There's plenty of time."
  
  "I can't believe you stayed with her this long.  She's such a slut.  You deserve 
somebody better, who will treat you right."
  
  "Like you, perhaps?" Heather cocked one eyebrow.
  
  "Well . . . sure!"
  
  Heather kissed Becky back.  "Well . . . she was a good fuck while it lasted.  
Do you want to  explore this a little further?"
  
  "Sure," smiled Becky, right before planting an opened mouth kiss upon 
Heather, who eagerly  responded.
  
  They went off together, hand in hand, to another secluded make out spot.
  
  ***********
  
  Later, as Heather and entered Becky, in a true act of love, she looked up at the 
sky.  A shooting  star was just beginning its trek across the horizon.  This 
feeling was so wonderful, and it wasn't  anything she wanted to give up . . . 
ever!
  
  The last wish formed in her mind.  Jimmy's acts had sealed his fate as the 
school slut, and now she  only had to make sure he lived up to the part.  I wish 
that Jimmy had twice the hormonal output of the worst nymphomaniac in 
recorded history.
  
  It was done.  The revenge was complete.  Through the bushes, she heard 
Jimmy scream in  orgasmal pleasure.
  
  **********
  
  All of the football players were gone.  Only Jimmy remained on his knees in 
the center of the circle.   He had blown 20 guys, but he still wasn't satisfied.  
His pussy tingled . . . wanting more.  Much  more.  Cum dripped from his face, 
hair, nose and mouth.
  
  Suddenly, Heather walked up with Becky Ryan.
  
  "What?  What are you doing with her?" moaned Jimmy.
  
  "Heather?  It's over!  I'm breaking up with you.  I just can't be seen with the 
school whore.   Becky has convinced me that I need a nice girl like her, and I 
agree.  We're through."
  
  "B-but you promised.  You said . . . you'd set things right."
  
  Heather laughed, "I lied.  You've gotten exactly what you deserved.  Now live 
with it."

**********
  
  Epilogue
  
  Five years later . . . 
  
  They all gathered in the penthouse suite of the hotel.   Brian Hill glanced over 
at his best friend,  Jimmy Thomas, who was enjoying a beer.  How Brian 
envied him.
  
  Jimmy had only graduated from college a year ago, but already, his father had 
turned over the reins  of the family business.  Tomorrow he was going to get 
married to Becky Ryan.  Brian was going to be the best man.
  
  He joined Jimmy (heather).   "Man, you are so lucky!"
  
  Jimmy (heather) nudged Brian in the rib cage, "Hey.  It'll happen to you one 
day buddy!"
  
  "I hope so.  Becky is such a great girl.  She's going to make you so happy."
  
  "She already has."
  
  "You got together with her that night at the Bluffs.  Y'know after the big 
game."
  
  Jimmy (heather) thought back.  He hadn't thought about that night for such a 
long period of time,  as it had marked the end of one life and the beginning of 
another.  He nodded back at Brian.  Even  Brian had become his best friend after 
that night.
  
  "So many things happened that night.  So many," observed Brian.  "Do you 
remember that girl that  you had do the football team . . . Heather Black I think 
her name was?"
  
  Brian looked over at Jimmy (heather) slyly, as if he were hiding something.
  
  "Yeah."
  
  "Have you spoken to her since that night, Jimmy?"
  
  "No.  There just didn't seem to be anything more to talk about.  Whatever 
became of her?"
  
  Brian looked at Jimmy (heather) curiously.  "I can't believe that you wouldn't 
check up on one of  your exes?"
  
  "I don't know.  It was just so unpleasant that I just sort of put it out of my 
mind.  You know?  I  got on with my life.  Anyway, after I started college, I 
only came back for holidays and such."
  
  "So you really don't know what happened to her?"
  
  "No, I don't what happened to Heather Black?"
  
  Brian answered, "It's Heather Mancini now."
  
  "NO!" cried Jimmy (heather) aloud.  "She didn't?"
  
  "Yup!  Shacked up with Eddie Mancini.  She started dancing down at that strip 
club at the edge  of town . . . got pretty good at it from what I understand.  She 
and Eddie