Chapter 4: Tom's Day as a woman.
All characters and names are entirely fictional and are 18 years old or older. Please read the previous chapters for a better understanding of the plot lines and the characters.
Warning: There is a scene where "Molly" gets cornered by two guys outside a men's room.
Additional note: This chapter and some future chapters will contain gender-swapping content. When Molly and Tom swap bodies, they still think of themselves in their original gender form. For ease of reading and understanding, the pronouns will reflect the way they think of themselves, not their actual appearance. So, when Tom is a female, he will continue to refer to himself as "he." When Molly is a male, she will be referred to as "she" or "her."
Monday.
I was having a strange, erotic dream. In the dream, I was a woman and a man that looked exactly like me was making love to me. He felt so good inside me, and I knew he would make me cum soon. . .
The annoying sound of a beeping alarm brought me back to consciousness.
I opened my eyes, but this didn't look like my dorm room. The color scheme was wrong, and the wall had a tapestry-like sheet hang down over it. I had one arm tucked behind me with my hand wrapped around what felt like a cock. I could feel the cock in my hand, but I couldn't feel my hand around my cock. A warm male arm was draped across by breast.
My breast! My memories came flooding back like a crashing wave on the seashore. That dream I was having was real. Molly and I had switched bodies and I was holding my own penis in the body that Molly now occupied. That male body behind me rose slightly and pulled me closer with that arm draped across me.
"Good morning, Hot Stuff! Did you sleep all right?"
I released her penis and reached over and handed her the beeping cell phone.
"What time is it?" I yawned. I wasn't awake enough to even look at the cell phone to check.
Molly shut off the alarm.
"I set the alarm for 7 AM. That should give us plenty of time to switch back and clean up before Jennifer gets here."
Now I remembered that Jennifer was Molly's wealthy, spoiled roommate. I needed to be out of the room before she arrives. I also felt my stomach growling. I was hungry.
"Great, let's get started," I said, "I'm starved. I guess that burger I ate yesterday has worn off."
"Ah, correction," came Molly's reply, "That burger you ate went into this body. I was so busy yesterday at the health center and then practicing this body transfer spell that I didn't get a chance to eat supper. I'm sorry. You must be famished."
"Well, then, let's switch back so that you can be famished," I said, sticking out my tongue at her.
Molly smiled at the gesture, remembering that she had done that to me just two days earlier.
"But first, I have to pee," I said as I ran for the bathroom.
When I returned, Molly was putting her grandmother's quilt on the floor. That reminded me of the "preparation" we had to do before we could switch bodies. Molly sucked and swallowed my semen, and I drank her pussy juice, the necessary pre-steps for the switch. The idea of drinking cum didn't appeal to me, especially at 7 AM.
"Um, I don't know how to say this, but don't we have to prepare by me sucking your dick and swallowing cum?"
I saw my male self grinning back at me.
"No there should be enough residual still in our systems to make the spell work."
We followed the same procedure we did the night before, sitting naked, cross-legged, and holding hands. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the darkness and whirlwind that was to follow while Molly started to chant the reversal spell.
"Lovers switched,"
"In bodies dwell,"
"Change them back,"
"Reverse their spell!"
Nothing.
I opened my eyes and there was my male body still sitting across from me.
"What happened? I asked.
"I don't know." Molly sounded just as puzzled as I was.
"Grandmother told me this should have worked. Let me talk with her."
Molly's grandmother maintained some magic cosmic connection through a quilt Molly had. Molly picked the quilt off the floor and gently placed it on her bed. She began to talk to the quilt. Her voice (my voice, actually) was low and I couldn't hear what she was saying. I thought I could hear a second voice, at a higher pitch, talking back.
Rather than eavesdrop, I decided I needed to pee again, and I could take a shower and clean myself up while I was there.
When I got back, Molly was just finishing her conversation with her grandmother. Molly turned to me and asked:
"Ward, did you drink anything alcoholic yesterday?"
I quickly answered "No, I don't think so" before I remembered taking a gulp of Peter's brandy and having a coughing fit afterwards.
"Oh, wait, I had some of Peter's brandy, but it was only a little. Is that important?"
"Yes. That's why I can't work the spell. Casting a spell requires total concentration. Even a small amount of alcohol in my system causes me to lose focus. That's true for all witches. I'm afraid I won't be able to switch us back until it is completely out my system."
"How long will that take?"
"24 hours altogether or 12 hours from now."
"Shit. I can't stay like this for another 12 hours. I've got to get to my classes. I've got to go to crew practice."
"No," Molly said sadly, "You have to go to my classes, and you have to go to my swim practice. I have to go to crew practice."
"This is a disaster! What are we going to do?"
"Well, the first thing we should do is to get dressed. Then we need to clean up this room before Jennifer gets here."
Getting dressed for the first time as a woman was a complicated affair, even with Molly's help. The panties were the easiest part, but as I normally wore boxers, the sensation of wearing panties was a shock. They were snug in the front and hugged my ass tightly. Missing a penis and testicles, I had this overwhelming desire to rub my thighs together against the soft fabric. Molly must have noticed and gave me a stern glance.
"Keep that up and you'll have to change panties."
The bra seemed complicated at first, especially since I had zero experience taking them off or on. Again, Molly rescued me by showing how to put it on backwards to fasten it and then rotate it around and put my arms through the shoulder straps. It still took me two tries as I found I had the whole thing upside down the first time.
The outfit was yet another problem. She first gave me a tee shirt. Apart from the fabric being a lot thinner than I'm used to as a guy, there was no problem with that. But then she suggested I wear a skirt.
"Spellman, can't I just wear jeans like I usually do?"
Ward, I don't think you're going to like them. Girl's jeans fit a lot differently from what guys wear."
"How different can they be?" I asked as I looked through her drawers.
Molly sighed and then sat down on the bed, watching me. "Knock yourself out, Ward."
I found a nice pair of jeans, but when I started putting them on, I saw a problem right away. "Spellman, how do you get these things on? My legs can barely fit in them."
"That's because most of my jeans are skinny jeans," she replied, "Girl's jeans are tight on purpose. They're designed to show off my legs and ass. And I happen to think that mine are worth showing off."
"I can't argue with you there," I said as I was trying to get them over my muscular legs - or rather the muscular legs of Molly's body. That's when I remembered how snug the panties were. "Uh, Spellman, do these hug the crotch like the panties do?"
"No Ward, they're a lot tighter than panties. You're going to find that walking in those jeans can be a very stimulating experience, if you catch my drift."
"You win, where is that skirt?"
The outfit was completed with an oversized hooded sweatshirt with the college logo on it.
"If you get too warm in that sweatshirt," Molly added, "you can always just take it off because you've got the tee underneath. Just be careful you don't take the tee shirt off with the sweatshirt."
Once I was finished, I checked myself out in the mirror and I looked so cute. I looked just like Molly, no surprise since I was in her body, but having "Molly" looking back at me in the mirror took a little getting used to. Molly helped me with my hair. Fortunately, she had a longish pixie cut and didn't need too much work.
Molly smiled at the final product.
"You're lucky this is a school day. We don't have to put on make-up."
By this time, it was after 8 AM and the room was still a mess. You could also smell the pungent aroma of sex in the air.
Molly opened the window and the cold air poured in. Together we picked up the room as fast as we could, but time was running out. We had to get out of there.
"You're going to have to stay here and talk to Jennifer," she warned me.
"Me? Why?"
"First, because you're me and that's what usually happens. Second, I need you to keep an eye on things to make sure nothing happens to grandmother's quilt (that had been carefully returned to the bed) and third, to try and get rid of the smell of sex from this room."
"How did you manage after our date? Where do you keep the air freshener?"
"No air freshener. I used Betty for that," indicating the pink, plastic vibrator in her bedside drawer that disguised her wand. "But right now, that's not an option."
"I see."
"You'll be fine, just don't say too much. After she leaves, come downstairs to the lobby; we'll have breakfast together and figure it out from there."
After she left, I began fanning the room with a couple of Molly's notebooks. I didn't get the sense that it was making much of a difference. After about five minutes, I heard the latch of the outer door turning and I quickly stopped fanning and sat down on the bed.
