“That was a beautiful ceremony and Sue looked gorgeous in her dress” Lori Weatherly told her husband Paul as they walked from the church to the reception hall.

“It was very nice” Paul agreed.  He was taking off his suit coat as looking around at the balloons and decorations all in blue and silver “Oh…open bar”

Lori elbowed him gently and smiled “Looks like there’s assigned seating” she said pointing to a table full or small cards. Lori had on a tan skirt, nude heels and a brown top that she kept pulling on the sleeves as they were tight on her. “Wish I had worn this shirt before today” she mentioned off hand as she found their name cards “Table 12…”

Paul looked around and saw the usual setup for a reception. Around 20 round tables sat to one side while the other was cleared for a dance floor. They stopped at the bar where Paul got himself a 7 and 7 and Lori ordered an amaretto sour before they found their table.

“Hello” Lori said with a smile to the other 2 couples who were already at the table.

An elderly couple in their 70’s and a younger couple had left two seats between them which Paul and Lori took. “Is anyone sitting here?” Lori asked the young woman who wore a Kelly green dress.

“Not at all” she said happily as she slid over just a touch closer to her husband to let Lori in.

“I’m Chelsea” she said putting her hand out.

“Lori” she responded while taking her hand “And this is my husband Paul”

“Nice to meet you both” Chelsea replied. Her husband had stood up “Greg Norton”

Paul took his hand and shook it heartily. “Nice to meet you”

Once the introductions were made, small talk commenced “So how do you know Sue and Joe?” Lori asked.

“Greg works with Joe; they’re at the same Law Firm” Chelsea said flipping her long brown hair back “How about you?”

“I’ve worked with Sue for the last four years” Lori said as the two women then launched into full blown conversation.

Paul introduced himself to the elderly couple across the table who turned out to be neighbors who had lived next door to the groom the whole time he was growing up.

The occasional outburst of laughter from the two women to his right kept Paul entertained though as he talked politely with them.

Chelsea felt her husband’s hand on her shoulder and she leaned over to hear him excuse himself. She saw him go and talk with a few of the other lawyers from his frim and knew that’s where he would be spending most of his night. “My husband, God love him, is trying to make partner so he’ll be off kissing up all night to his bosses”

“Well that’s his loss” Lori told her. “You need to have fun. My husband won’t fast dance” she laughed “Never has never will…he told me at our wedding that would be the only time I would ever see it so I just leave him behind and go out by myself; you should come out with me”

“My feet are killing me” Chelsea admitted. She swung to the side and pulled her legs out from under the table. She had on a pair of black strappy heels with just one strap that went across the top of her foot just behind her toes and an ankle strap “This is the first time I’ve worn them and I thought they’d be comfortable but they’re not”

“Then take ‘em off” Lori told her laughing “99% of the women here will shed their shoes before the night’s done…just beat them to it!”

Chelsea laughed too “I just might. Greg won’t dance either except for slow dances”

“No guy will” Lori said. “But I happen to know that after the first few slow wedding songs, all of us girls from work are going to rush the floor and have fun”

Lori’s confidence and liveliness impressed Chelsea but before she could say anything more, the DJ came over the microphone to begin introducing the wedding party. After they all came in, it was time to eat.

Lori and Chelsea went back into a full conversation that seemed to be roaming all over the place leaving Paul and Greg to make some forced small talk about sports.

“I like the Cubs and Indians chances to repeat” Greg said but trying to talk over their loud wives was pointless.

“We’ve been married for 3 years and we’re going to start trying for kids in the winter” Lori was saying as the guys just shook their heads.

“It’s been just over 2 for us but I think we’re going to wait a few more years; I mean I’m only 26 even though Greg is 33”

“I’m 33 too!” Lori told her “So that would make Paul the old man at the table at 36”

The DJ wasn’t going to let the pace slow down. As they were finishing up their dinners, he introduced the new couple for their dance to Something by George Harrison.

The wedding party danced to Here There and Everywhere by The Beatles and then the opening cords to Footloose kicked in and Lori was up and out of there heading to the dance floor.

Greg was already off to his co-workers gathering which left Paul and Chelsea at the table by themselves.

“So…” Paul said “You and my wife seemed like you were having quite the conversation”

“Yes we were” Chelsea replied “She seems like a lot of fun”

“She is; I’m a lucky man” Paul replied.

“At least you realize it and appreciate it” Chelsea said. “But you know; you should go out there and dance with her”

“Oh no” Paul smiled and shook his head “I don’t fast dance. You ladies are lucky; you always look like you know what you’re doing even if you don’t. Guys just look like ambling idiots out there…I look like Herman Munster out there when I try to dance”

Chelsea looked Paul up and down. He was a bigger guy; around 6’3” and 200lbs with sandy brown hair and glasses. He was wearing a white shirt, black pants, black shoes and a black and grey patterned tie.

Chelsea herself was 5’6” with a thin, athletic build of 120lbs. Her long brown hair came down to between her shoulder blades with bangs that covered up her rather bold eyebrows. She too wore glasses, black frames that were quite popular but still managed to show off her large brown eyes that went along with her wide mouth and broad smile.

Chelsea backed her chair up and turned to face Paul: She crossed her legs, left leg over the right and began to bounce her left foot up and down.

Paul noticed that her toes were painted black to match her shoes, but her fingers were a lighter shade of pink. “So why aren’t you out dancing?” he asked.

“My feet hurt” Chelsea responded honestly. She reached down and rubbed her two smallest toes on her left foot. She looked up and smiled “You guys may think you can’t dance but you should try it in heels”

Paul just shook his head “I would break my neck”

“Guys have it so lucky” Chelsea thought looking around the room before her eyes came back to Paul. “I wonder what it would be like to be a guy…even for just one night. I’d be out there dancing with my wife even if I did look like a fool; I wouldn’t care if it meant getting to be with her”

Paul leaned forward “I’m sorry did you say something?”

Chelsea shook her head “No” she said but thought “I wish I could change places with you”

With that thought still in her head, the music stopped and the room was suddenly absolutely quiet. Chelsea looked around; everybody in the room was frozen except for her and Paul.

“What’s going…AH!” Paul said.

Chelsea looked over at the sound of his voice but before she could say anything, she was surprised into just letting out a gasp as she saw him moving unnaturally just as she felt herself begin to move as if directed by invisible hands.

Paul was being lifted up off of his chair and off of the ground. Chelsea watched as his socked feet lifted out of his shoes as he was suspended a foot above the ground.

Chelsea felt her chair slide out from under her and her legs straightened as she too lifted up into the air. Her jaw hung open in shock as the straps on her ankles unfastened and loosened; she looked down and saw her feet sliding out of her heels which were left on the floor. Her toes came free and up she went.

“What’s happening to us? What’s going on?” Paul said, his voice racing in a slightly panicked tone.

“I don’t know?!” Chelsea said finally finding her voice. She looked around and still saw everyone else completely frozen; time had stopped for everyone but them and their journey was just beginning.

“Hey!” Paul said as his tie loosened and undid itself and the buttons on his shirt began to open. His belt slid out and worked its way open. He looked embarrassed and pained but couldn’t move his arms to stop his pants from unbuttoning and the zipper from sliding down.

“This is so freaky!” he said, his arms out straight as his shirt came untucked and began to come off of him.

“Oh my God Whoa!” Chelsea managed to kick her feet back and forth a little as she hovered but her arms lifted above her head and her dress began to lift off of her. She desperately wanted to hold it on but it just kept moving higher. She knew her thighs were exposed, then her hips and stomach as it came over her face.

She glanced down at her body clad only in a bra and panties but looked up, her cheeks flashing bright red as she felt her bra unclasp from behind her back “No!” she shouted “No, no, no, no, no” she continued saying as her arms now went out straight in front of her and her bra came off.

“AH!” She screamed desperately wanting to be able to move her arms and hands to cover her breasts.

Paul’s shirt and tie hung in mid-air as his white undershirt now lifted off of his head and his pants slid down and off his hairy legs. His socks went with them and he was left in just his boxer shorts.

Their eyes met and locked onto each other. They both understood and neither of them looked down as both of them felt their underwear slide down and off their legs leaving them hovering in the air completely naked

An odd light was surrounding them “Chelsea?” Paul said looking directly ahead and at her face.

“Paul?” she replied in a quizzical tone.

Paul felt his glasses slide down his nose and off his ears they came off and hung in the air. As he saw them waiting, Chelsea’s chunkier frames slid down and off of her face. In Mid-air, both of them flipped around and began to travel toward the other’s face. Paul furrowed his brow in confusion as Chelsea’s glasses came closer and closer to him, positioning themselves to land on his face.

With a gentle landing, Paul had Chelsea’s glasses on his face. His vision was cloudy and blurry at first but with each blink, his vision cleared until he was seeing perfectly out of them. He looked over and saw that his glasses were now on Chelsea.

Chelsea too had watched in wonder as her glasses slid off and Paul’s came toward her. Once her vision cleared she asked “What color are your eyes?” slowly and carefully.

“Green, why?” he answered.

“Because they look really brown and really big from here. Your eyes look like…” she trailed off.

Paul stared back into her narrow green eyes and had the same realization at the same time “Oh Shit” he said almost out of breath. “AH!” He yelled out again as his body began to tingle and he could feel himself beginning to get smaller.

“AH!” She echoed as she felt herself getting bigger. Eighty pounds of weight and 9 inches of height began to transfer between them, Paul losing them as Chelsea gained them. “Paul!” she yelled.

“Chelsea!” she replied as they both began to see other changes begin to take place while they grew and shrank respectively.

Paul’s hair began to darken and grow longer; wisps of hair began to cover his forehead but not before Chelsea could see his eyebrows thicken and darken into hers.

His cheeks rose up and his nose changed shape. It shrank back at the tip but stayed more uniform in size across the bridge than before and as his ears lifted up and shrank down as well, the glasses finally fit perfectly.

Stubble began to break out on Chelsea’s upper lip and cheeks as they lowered. Her lips thickened and her nose and ears grew larger. Her jaw and chin squared and her teeth even grew larger on her growing head.

Chelsea’s long brown hair lightened and lifted up until it became a tightly trimmed man’s cut parted on the right in a natural cowlick. “Paul?!” she said, her voice deepening into his deep baritone.

Paul’s lips thinned yet became plumper than before as they feminized. His smile broadened in relation to the size of his face as his chin and jawline softened and came inward, his smooth and soft skin adjusting in tone and texture.

“Chelsea!?” he said higher and louder than he intended but he spoke just as his vocal chords tightened and changed into hers. His hair brushed his shoulders and back as it settled in at its new length, much thicker and heavier than he had ever experienced.

Paul’s neck smoothed as he continued to shrink. His shoulders came inward dramatically as his body size and shape shifted from male to female. His upper arms thinned and the hair vanished from his forearms. His hands shrank down in a series of pulsations; taking them smaller each time. His fingers splayed out on their own as they too trimmed down and his nails grew out longer and gained a coat of pink coloring.

Chelsea felt her body growing and expanding in size and power. Her shoulders broadened and popped outward as her upper arms thickened and muscled up. Hairs appeared on her forearms as they too bulked up.

Her wrists popped and her hands began to pulse and push outward. Her skin toughened and veins appeared on her previously smooth hands. Her knuckles popped as her nails shrank back and turned translucent.

Just before her fingers finished up though, her wedding ring and diamond slid off her finger and hovered.

Paul’s wedding ring hung loosely on his now much smaller finger. It easily glided off and into the air where it passed by Chelsea’s rings and worked its way onto her ring finger.

The slim wedding band and diamond ring now made their way onto Paul’s suddenly delicate finger and once in place, his hands balled into fists where he could feel his nails press into the soft flesh on his palms.

Chelsea also had on a chunky necklace which now lifted off her neck unencumbered by long hair. It came over and descended onto Paul’s neck and shoulders coming to rest in the middle of his still hairy but shrinking chest.

Paul’s chest racked inward in a single movement, compressing his ribs and body. His waist sucked in along with his stomach as hairs pulled back in leaving behind nothing but smooth soft skin.

His chest hairs vanished and he felt a distinct pulling and tightening sensation, like puckering around his nipples and breasts “Chelsea!” he called out alarmed. He was able to glance down, his long brown hair swishing and moving over his shoulders and dangling down as his nipples puffed up wider and his areolas darkened.

Paul wanted badly to be able to move his hands and grab and cover his forming breasts. He felt his skin draw up as the bottoms formed and pushed out, rounding as they went. They weren’t large, a 34B cup size and stretched out like he was they hung tightly against his frame but the weight was noticeable to him.

“Oh shit Paul” Chelsea said as she watched her breasts grow out on his chest. Her torso was framing up and expanding more box like and straight up and down as her waist and stomach came forward and pushed out with extra inches and weight. Black hairs poked out of her rougher skin across her belly and chest. As her breasts began to quiver, she shut her eyes tightly. The weight and presence of them faded and when she opened her eyes, small bumps remained with small nipples on them.

“Uh…um…” Paul said seeing that they were the other from the waist up.

Chelsea blushed anew realizing what was about to happen to them “Oh God” she deadpanned as her hips began to slide inward and her ass began to pull inward and downward.

Paul felt a tingling and numbing sensation as his penis stood erect, he could no longer feel it. His ass cheeks began to lift and plump out as his hips moved outward accentuating his waist and new curves. He tried to crane his neck around to see but couldn’t get a clear view with his limited mobility but he could feel his ass growing and tightening up.

Chelsea now looked nervous and tenser than she had. Her jaw locked and she grit her teeth first staring ahead at her old face before allowing her eyes to drop to Paul’s changes and her own. “If you’re going to wonder what it’s like to be a guy dumbass then you’d better be prepared to get a dick” she thought cynically in her mind.

As her hips shifted and her ass deflated, Chelsea saw that her pubic hair was thickening and filling and around places where she had shaved it all off for years. Her skin tightened and pulled inward yet a small bulge remained after it closed up. With a rushing feeling from her abdomen, she nearly choked as two testicles popped out of her body and descended into that skin bulge.

Hair popped out of it and wrinkles appeared as it lowered down, additional hairs coming out on her inner thighs. Paul was watching as well as a new bulbous protrusion took shape just above it.

A series of pulsations pushed out more flesh with each wave growing and building a penis on Chelsea in full sight of both of them.

It stood erect, quivering slightly with an occasional stronger pulse making it wobble up and down. “Chelsea?” Paul said in a tone of voice that conveyed vulnerability and uncertainty.

Paul could tell his time had come to change and his eyes pulled back to his own body and he could just tell that Chelsea’s were on him as well. He scrunched up his now small and pert nose and furrowed his brow under his bangs as an odd sensation passed through his stomach and seemed to radiate lower with warmth.

His testicles began to rise up closer and closer as the skin on his scrotum pulled taut. He visibly jerked as his testicles pulled up and inside of him and swam backwards through his abdomen. He badly wanted to press down on his skin there but still couldn’t move his arms freely. His penis began to get smaller in girth and length and pulsations began to bring it inward with each one. As only the head now remained out, his skin began to shift and change, opening and creating new folds and sensations.

His penis head shivered and folded itself inward and under the skin, changing to Chelsea’s clitoris as the hair surrounding his new vagina and vulva thinned and shaped down to sparse. A flat mound now sat where his penis had always been.

Chelsea cleared her throat and said “Chelsea?” to Paul who could only nod in agreement.

Paul’s legs shrank up shorter and began to change even more. Thick black hair vanished in an instant leaving nothing but smooth and soft skin in its wake. His calves tightened and lost mass leaving a tight curve as his thighs softened and rounded into full feminine thighs. Nodding quickly he said “Paul?”

Chelsea sucked in her lower lip and ran her tongue out feeling slight stubble under her lower lip “Yeah” she mumbled as her legs became hairy and long. Muscles filled in along her thighs changing them from soft and round to long and straight.

Her calves dropped and the muscles there thickened as her ankles popped outward as her feet began to grow. From a women’s size 7 to a men’s 13 they widened and puffed up as the elongated out. Her cute little toes popped outward and grew longer. Her black toenail polish vanished but black hairs came out across the knuckles of her big toes.

Paul’s ankles trimmed and his feet began to shrink down, almost halving in size and they narrowed and thinned, becoming dainty. His toes thinned and shrank back smooth and small and just as he saw his nails change shape and become quite well kept up, the black polish covered them making the ends pop out noticeably.

“Whoa!” Paul shouted out in his higher voice as he now began to float and move. After changing bodies, they were changing places at the table as Chelsea floated to where Paul had been and Paul went to Chelsea’s place.

Once there and in place, Paul’s arms shot forward and the hanging nude colored bra began to come toward him. It slid up his arms covering his small breasts, fitting snugly down on his shoulders and fastening in the back. His tiny toes pointed as her nude panties now floated up and over them and continued up his smooth legs, snapping into place over his flat mound, hugging his wider hips and round plump ass.

Chelsea’s arms went up as the white t-shirt came down over her head and covered her chest as boxer shorts came up her legs and covered her now dwindling back to normal sized penis. Her big feet pointed as the black socks spread out and worked their way over her feet and calves just before the black dress pants came to her.

Once up, they hung open while the white dress shirt slid up one arm and then the other and began to button itself going up from the bottom. After it cleared enough space, her pants came together with the button fastening, the zipper running up and the belt clasping.

Chelsea watched the tie come over and flip around tying itself and pulling up as her collar flipped down and smoothed out. She finally began to lower and her toes pointed as her feet slid into the black dress shoes.

Paul’s arms went straight up and the green dress lifted itself above his head. It came down, the small sleeves that barely covered the shoulders and the tops of his upper arms came into place as it began to snugly fit his chest.

His arms lowered as it reached his waist where he could definitely feel it clinging to his curves. The ruffle at his breast flared out, poofing itself into the right shape to accentuate his breasts as the skirt portion came down over his hips and thighs stopping just above his svelte knees.

Paul began to lower; his toes pointed and he felt the leather strap go over the top of his feet at his toe line and his heels sit down against the sole of the black heels. The ankle straps now manipulated their way around and he felt that strap tighten as they clasped into the same spot they had been at originally.

Paul exhaled being back on the ground, albeit in Chelsea’s body, dress and shoes. The chair slid up behind him and bumped the back of his bare legs making him sit down in her chair. He saw Chelsea being brought into a sitting position as well and once his butt was firmly in his seat, his left leg rose up and crossed over his right recreating exactly how Chelsea had been sitting. He bounced his left foot once and the world restarted around them.

Music and noise exploded and everyone began to move just as time had never stopped for them. Chelsea and Paul both jerked in their seat at the suddenness of everything restarting and where they were now.

“Oh My God!” Paul yelled out, his hands now free to slap and grope. He squeezed his thigh and chest quickly before examining his feet clad in their heels. He ran his fingers through his long hair “What the hell just happened to us?!”

“We just switched bodies” Chelsea replied incredulously. She put her hands to her flat chest while staring down at her crotch. She looked up and their eyes met “We switched places and clothes and…” she trailed off before she finally said “…lives”

“But that’s impossible; I’m not a woman” Paul said.

“You are now” Chelsea said as she stood up reveling in her new found height “Wow…I’m huge” she shook her head and got back on track “I’m you and you’re me!”

“But…” Paul knees knocked as he stood up afraid his slender ankles would simply buckle. Even in heels, he only came up to his former chin.

Chelsea looked down at her former body “Wow” she thought “I look pretty damn sexy in that dress and those heels…” she looked down at her own body again as a tightness began in her crotch “Holy Shit, I’m getting turned on by looking at me! Or at a woman I should say”

Chelsea looked around and saw “her” wife out dancing on the floor which only intensified his tightness. She smiled as she saw her husband approach and put his hands on Paul’s shoulders. “Hey Honey, how you holding up over here?”

Paul froze for a second, tensing up and staring wide eyed at the real Chelsea who gently nodded and jumped in for him “I’m boring her over here talking about my work and other stupid stuff”

Greg laughed “Come on, let’s dance” he said taking his wife’s hand.  A Whole New World had just begun and as Celine Dion sang, the irony was not lost on either of them.

Chelsea followed her husband and Paul out to the floor where Lori was waiting with a smile on her face. “Hey Honey” Lori purred “It’s about time you got here to dance with me”

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world; you know watching you dance turns me on”. Chelsea put her hands on Lori’s hip and back and began to sway back and forth with her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he moved his other hand to her hip as well. Their eyes met and Chelsea was in love. The power she felt in these arms, the urge from her penis and the look of Lori convinced him already that being a guy was the right place for her.

“Paul” Lori said.

“Yeah” the new Paul replied

“I love you”

“I love you too” he said before he leaned down to whisper in her ear “You know I’m not going to let you wearing a dress and heels go to waste tonight after all this either”

She smiled her most devious smile up at him “You’re bad” she teased.

“You know it” he replied. Lori had on 3 inch heels which only took her height up to 5’4”; a foot shorter than him which for some reason was turning him on; the sheer size difference over his wife was fascinating.

“Chelsea” Greg said as they got to the dance floor “Sorry I’ve been talking to the guys from the office”

“I know it’s important for you to network and hobnob with your boss, you don’t have to tell me”

Greg held her tighter and butterflies took off in the new Chelsea’s stomach “Am I getting turned on by this?” she asked herself. “It’s ridiculous to think but I really like the feel of his arms around me and when he touches me on my hip I…Oooo…” she closed her eyes as he leaned down and nibbled at her ear “That feels amazing!” A ripple ran up Chelsea’s spine “This is crazy!”

The new Chelsea was trying to resist and hold out “I’m a man damn it! Don’t feel this way! You have to change back into yourself; you’re not Chelsea Alexandra Norton…why do I know my middle name?!”

They continued to dance through the next slower song, The Way You Look Tonight by Sinatra and with each sway of her hips, each replanting of her feet on the floor, Chelsea sank deeper and deeper into being Chelsea.

When Greg spun her around making her twirl, she smiled and relaxed for the first time since the change had happened. She felt safe with him, comfortable with him…in love with him.

Chelsea looked around, Paul and Lori had meandered to the other side of the dance floor but they too looked entirely comfortable with the other “What is happening?!” she thought “That’s my wife but in this body, I’m more interested in where she got her shoes than anything sexual about her”

Paul glanced around and caught Chelsea’s eye from across the room. He raised his eyebrows and gave a thumbs up behind Lori’s back

Chelsea gave him a thumbs up back not sure what he was intending by it. She was okay but what would happen at the end of the night? Would they change back? Would she be Chelsea forever?

The old staple of weddings, the Electric Slide came on and Greg slipped away while Chelsea found herself in a row just behind Lori as they danced away. She didn’t see Paul either.

Paul had felt a different sensation but knew what it meant. His brain perked up as he headed to the men’s room “I get to piss standing up…and I get to say the word piss without shame” ran through his mind.

There were three urinals but the two on the ends were taken, Paul already knew guy code, it was hardwired in, but he sucked it up and headed for the middle. “This is awesome and so, so much better and convenient” he was thinking when the guy to his right left, he saw a familiar face come up next to him.

“Hey” Paul said with a nod as Greg stepped up next to him and began to do his business.

“Oh hey” Greg replied staring straight ahead.

Paul’s eyes broke guy code and he glanced over. When he felt nothing, he looked back to the wall and shrugged. He gave it a shake and stuffed it back in and zipped back up. Washing his hands, Greg also came up on his right “Nice wedding though huh”

Paul nodded “It is…looks like our wives are having more fun than us though”

“They always do…it’s a girl thing to dance it up at a wedding, you know that” Greg said drying off his hands.

“Yeah” Paul said smiling. They were about equal in height; Greg was only slightly taller at 6’4” to his 6’3”.

Greg headed off to talk some more and Paul stopped by the bar “7 and 7 right” the bartender said seeing him approach.

“Yeah” was all he said while waited for his drink. He noticed the female bartender’s chest with a quick glance before he took his drink and began to sip while he returned to the table.

After a few more fast songs, it was time for the dance between the bride and her father so Lori finally took a break.

Chelsea and Lori chatted freely as they made their way back to the table. They both sat down on either side of Paul and he looked back and forth between them. Lori slipped her feet out of her nude heels and put them on his lap.

Without a word, he knew what he was supposed to do. Paul took Lori’s feet into his hands and began to massage them to her obvious pleasure. “Oh that feels so good” Lori said.

“You’re telling me” Paul thought as he tried to hide his erection. Rubbing Lori’s feet was driving him mad. As Chelsea, she had never seen anything sexy about women’s feet but now as Paul, he couldn’t stop thinking about them; or their legs, or breasts, or asses or faces…

Chelsea bent and undid her ankle straps and slid her feet out “Oh that feels so much better” she said to herself “My feet are killing me!” she told Paul and Lori.

“Get used to it” popped into Paul’s mind while Lori asked “New shoes?”

“Yes” Chelsea said rubbing her own feet “I thought I’d be fine, they felt really comfortable in the store and around the house but now, God, the bottoms of my feet are aching!” she rubbed her arches and lifted her toes up and back stretching them out. The high gloss of her nail polish could be felt beneath the sensitive pads of her fingertips.

As the night wore on, the cake came out and more dancing commenced but the crowd also began to thin out more and more. Paul had a few more drinks, happy with his new tolerance that came with his new weight while after two glasses of white wine, Chelsea was feeling it.

Paul was at the table so Chelsea made her way over “So…” she said energetically.

“Yeah…” Paul answered reluctantly “What’s up?”

“Um…I was wondering if maybe you knew anything about us changing back?” Chelsea said quizzically. She cocked her head slightly to the right and lifted her bare right heel up off the ground and put it against her right calf.

Paul knew the thought; the wish he had said in his mind that started all of this but changing back was the furthest thing from his mind now. He was enjoying this and didn’t want to go back to being Chelsea.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about; I don’t know why we changed in the first place so I don’t know anything about changing back”

Chelsea’s shoulders slumped slightly “Oh” was all she said “I thought maybe you…” she looked around but the music played on and the crowd continued to move with no signs of suddenly freezing and stopping again.

Paul played dumb “I have no idea but…if you’re like me, as the night has gone on, it feels pretty natural being you”

“Yeah” Chelsea responded. “It does, it’s just…”

“I know; you’ve never been a woman before and I’ve never been a man before but we’re doing fine so far so…”

“So you’re not bothered by not changing back?” Chelsea said looking up.

“No, are you?”

“Um…I guess I’m okay with it” Chelsea said. She did enjoy the way it felt when she was with Greg “But I…”

“Hey honey you ready to go?” Greg was now standing next to her, his hand on her waist.

“Yeah sure” Chelsea answered before really thinking “I mean…”

Greg raised his eyebrows.

“I mean I have to put my shoes back on and grab my purse silly”

“Oh of course” Greg said. He stuck his hand out to Paul “Nice to meet you buddy”

“You too” Paul responded with a shake.

Chelsea sat down and redid the straps on her shoes “This is crazy” ran through her mind one last time before she stood up and smiled “Ready”

Greg led the way and Chelsea followed holding his hand. She glanced back over her shoulder once more at Paul who gave her a small wave.

Out in the lobby, Greg turned left instead of right “Babe” Chelsea said “Parking lot is that way”

“Yeah but a little room with a lock is over here” he smiled at her as he led her inside and locked the door behind them.

“Oh” Chelsea said, her heart fluttering with anticipation.

Greg unzipped and pulled out his throbbing erection. Chelsea backed against the wall and hiked up her dress enough and pulled her panties to the side. She set her feet and dug in as he kissed her neck and ear and slipped inside of her wet and waiting and pulsating vagina “Oh God this feels so good!” she said truly feeling it as he went deeper inside of her.

“You look so hot tonight” Greg panted “I couldn’t wait until we got home”

“Good” Chelsea replied as she ran her hands up and down his back and her foot up and down his leg. The thought of being Paul never farther away from her mind “Fuck me harder” she said into his ear as he thrust harder.

As she felt a climax coming “Don’t stop” she said just before warmth broke out across her body. Her muscles clenched and her knees buckled but Greg held her up as he was ejaculating; they had orgasmed simultaneously.

After a few moments to catch her breath, Greg backed up, a devilish smile on his face.

Chelsea smiled too as she grabbed a handful of tissues and adjusted her panties and skirt.

Greg opened the door and they snuck out but not before Chelsea caught a glimpse of Paul leading Lori into the very same room. She laughed as they headed to their car.