Message-ID: <16785eli$9810280538@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Phil Stevens" Subject: Rachel`s Curse 7/11 (tg MF rom) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset="x-user-defined" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <000401be01d5$570ec480$e90f883e@anonymou> Here`s part seven of Rachel`s Curse Phillip Stevens phil_stevens@bigfoot.com --------------------------------------------------- Rachel`s Curse ============== Chapter Seven ------------- It was now three weeks after our wedding, a week after we returned from our honeymoon. I took another two pregnancy tests during the week. Both turned up negative. By now I was almost wishing to be pregnant. Rachel had to go back to work during the week and I had to stay at home and look after our house. That really hurt me because I knew that this could be a permanant arrangement. I loved my job and I knew there was every possibility that I might never work there again. We had a few theories about why we were not switching. It appears that simultaneous orgasms seem to overload the curse and stop it working for a week. But maybe this time it overloaded the curse for longer. After all, it was our wedding night that it happened. Maybe this time the curse was overloaded for a month. I know it wasn't a very solid theory, but it was the best we could come up with because the only viable alternative is that the curse was designed to expire when Rachel got married and since she got married as a man... that's how she has to live the rest of her life. The only other possible theory is that I am somehow pregnant, despite the negative tests but that's looking less and less likely as the days go by and we are starting to dismiss it. People say married life is different. Well, it can't get much more different than this can it. **************** Rachel told me she had a plan to narrow down these theories. But she didn't tell me the details and she made a few phone calls. The next day when she returned home from work, I looked outside and I was surprised to see a woman in the passenger seat. I had never seen her before. She looked in her thirties with short dark hair. They walked to the door as I walked to the hallway and Rachel opened the door with her key. "Hi Paul" I said, calling her Paul in public "Everything okay" "It's okay Paul" Rachel said. I was surprised she called me Paul in front of this woman. "This is Janet. She knows." Janet held out her hand and smiled. I was a little shocked, but I held out my hand and we shook. "Rachel's been telling me all out you Paul" Janet said. I looked at Rachel with a very puzzled looked on my face. She must have know just what I was thinking because she explained straight away. "Janet's an old aquantance of mine. We made, lets call it a transaction some years ago." Rachel said. I knew what she meant by that. Rachel had obviously swapped bodies with Janet some time ago. Since Rachel described it as a 'transaction', I also assumed Janet used to be a man. "What's going on." I asked wondering what Janet was doing here regardless of what she used to be. "I want to try something. I want to find out if the curse has stopped working completely, or if it's just stopped working with you. So I want to..." Rachel tried to finish, but was finding it difficult to spit out the words. "You want to have sex with Janet and see if you swap." I finished for her. "Yes." she nodded. "It'll just be sex, I promise. And if we do switch, we'll switch straight back at the earliest opportunity. Janet doesn't want to be a man again for any longer than necesary." I nodded my agreement. I wasn't to keen on the idea of Rachel swapping with another woman. It wasn't only because of the sex, but also I felt I was becomming one more step removed from my proper body. But at the same time I felt that we had to find out what was happening and this seemed to be the only real way to do it. "When are you going to..." I said. "Well, we were thinking of now. The quicker we switch, the quicker we can switch back." Once again I nodded my acceptance. Without saying much more Rachel and Janet left for the bedroom. I went straight into the living room and turned up the TV loud. The thought of my lover having sex with someone else was difficult to handle, even though I knew it was for the best. It all seemed to take forever. The digital clock display on the VCR seemed to take hours just to go through one minute. After about ten minutes Janet walked into the living room. I silenced the TV and looked straight at Janet. I looked into her eyes and I saw Rachel there. She was now in Janet's body. "So it worked then" I softly said. Rachel nodded. "Yeah. Just like normal." "So why the hell doesn't it work with me." I said beginning to get emotional. Rachel sat down to comfort me. She put her arms around my shoulders. This was strange. We were now two women together. We had been swapping every few days for the past year, but for the first time we were now of the same gender at the same time. "Don't worry, we'll work it out." Rachel said. "But if you can swap, then that means the curse is still working. So why don't we switch" I stared ahead. "I must be pregnant. I must be." We didn't do much for the rest of the day. That night Rachel slept with me and Janet slept in the spare bed. It felt strange to be going to bed with another woman, what with me being a woman at the time. I did feel a mild interest for some lesbian sex with Rachel. It was the first since I was stuck like this that I actually desired some sex. Unfortunally Rachel had no desire for sex, at least not with me. Her curse assured that she could never be gay or lesbian. She would always desire the opposite sex. Now, in the past year I had always been the opposite sex to her. This was time in our relationship that Rachel had no sexual desire for me. I think she was just as hurt about that too. Eventually we hugged each other and we both cried ourselves to sleep. The next day was much the same. Rachel switched back with Janet as soon as she could. I think we all had thoughts in the back of our minds that Rachel might not be able to switch back and she would be stuck as Janet, but fortunately they swapped straight back as soon as they had sex. Rachel kissed Janet goodbye before joining me in the living room. Since the curse was still working, I simply had to be pregnant. I would have to make an appointment with our doctor to make sure. Well an hour later I found out I was definately not pregnant. It was early evening when my period hit a day early. Rachel joined me in the bedroom later. To make matters worse, this was a particularly tough period. The cramps were bad. "I'm gonna be stuck like this aren't I" I said. I was starting to get depressed over all this. It was just too much. In the past year, we had even been able to share Rachel's periods. In so many ways, being able to share in my girlfriends period pain brought us even closer together. But this time I was going to have to face this one all alone. "Is that so bad." she said. "Yes it fucking is" I snapping back at her. Huh, I was even getting bitchy already. "Sorry" I said realizing this wasn't her fault. "We've still got each other." she said holding my hand. "Paul, I don't want this any more than you. I want to keep swapping with you, but... I just don't how to anymore. I'm at a loss." "I know. I know." I said. "But you'd better start calling me Rachel now in private". I said that line in a partial joking manner, but it had a very serious side to it. We had exhausted all the possibilities. It now looked like I was Rachel for life. Since my period was in full flow, I was in no mood for sex so we just went to sleep in each other's arms. **************** I was miserable for the next month or so. I just knew that I was going to be stuck like this. I suppose I could compare it to having a limb lost in an accident. I knew I could survive it, but I couldn't help but feel depressed at the sense of loss. And there was a sense of loss. I had not only lost the ability to make love to my wife as a man, but also my whole male life had been lost. The life that I had worked so hard at getting. But I can't complain too much. I knew what I was getting into. I knew deep down that this was always a possibility. What if Rachel had run off in my body, or if she had an accident in my body. But I think what made it worse was that this was so avoidable. Why did I have to get married as a damn woman. Somehow, if I had been stuck as a man, it wouldn't be quite as bad. Sex between us did start to recover, mostly because I now knew there was virtually no chance of getting back. It was tough to begin with. I knew that I would never drive my cock into a pussy again, only have a cock driven into my pussy. I would never have my cock sucked again, only suck cock. But after all that I did love Rachel. I knew I could get through this, but at the We also wondered if I could now get pregnant. After all the curse is still working, but for some reason Rachel can't swap with me. Perhaps that same part which stops me from swapping with Rachel will allow me to get pregnant by Rachel. For some bizarre reason the thought of being a pregnant woman is not as bad as it was a few months ago, maybe because I had been wishing to be pregnant for those two weeks since we found I was stuck like this. ************ One day the doorbell rang. I wondered who it could be. Perhaps some salesman or something. I walked to the door and opened it. I almost fell over when I saw Rachel's mother standing there. "Hello Rachel" she said as she walked in. "Oh, hi Mom" I said outwardly. "Oh, fuck" was what I said inside. Over the past year I had been able to roughtly emulate Rachel's life when I was her. But friends and family were always a tricky thing. Rachel seemed to be able to blend into my life so easily and my friends and family hardly noticed a difference, even when Rachel was alone with my mother. But I was finding it tougher. So we did our best to avoid the situation and that was a lot easier than you might think. Every time I found myself alone with one of Rachel's friends or family and the conversation was getting a little hard for me to handle, I would just make an excuse to keep it short. Rachel would then make up for it at a later date. This worked for the past year. But now I was Rachel permanantly. This was something I was just going to have to face. "I'm just dropping in to see my favorite daughter" she said. Rachel was her only daughter. "You haven't been round to visit for a while." "Oh... err... well we've been busy. Let me make us a coffee" I said. As I went to the kitchen to make the coffee, I wondered what I should do. She didn't look like she was simply dropping in to see her daughter. She wanted a heart to heart conversation with me. I thought about inventing an excuse, but I couldn't keep doing that. I was going to have to do this sooner or later and the later I left it, the worse it would get. When the kettle boiled, I decided to go all out and find out what was botherin her. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as I thought. I returned with the coffees on a tray remembering to do it just as Rachel had told me. As I sat down I was hoping she would just make some idle chatter and then leave. "Rachel, is there something wrong" was her first line which blew away any hope of a simple talk. "Wrong with what." I said pretending to be ignorant of the situation. "With you. It's just that ever since you got married you've been... different. Are you okay." she said. Damn this was just what we were afraid of. Now that I was Rachel full time, my behaviour was starting to show. Of course, me being so miserable and depressed didn't help either. "No Mom, I'm fine." I replied. She just looked at me for a minute. "No. You're not." she said. "What is it. Are you pregnant" she asked. "Huh, I wish I was" I quickly remarked without thinking. "What" she said quickly glancing over at me with a worried look. I knew straight away that what I had just said was completely the wrong thing to say. I could tell from the tone of my own voice, I was practically crying out for help. I struggled to give her an explaination and boy did I have to think quick. "I... err... I'm having my... err... period and it's a pretty rough one. Everytime I have a rough one, I... err... sort of wish I'm pregnant... so I don't have to go through the... err.. period." "Oh." she said looking at me, not quite believing what I said, but at the same time accepting it. My heart returned to it's normal beating. Damn that was a close one. I'm going to have to watch what I saw and really keep my mouth shut. "Look Rachel. I'll always be here for you and I'll always love you. But I can't help you if you won't tell me what the problem is. Whatever it is, you can tell me." "No. I can't" I said. Once again that wasn't the best thing to say. "So there is something wrong. Rachel, please tell me what it is" she pleaded with me. I was digging a deeper and deeper hole for myself and I just knew it. It was becomming blantantly obvious to her that something was wrong and that I needed help. How could I tell her that this was something she just couldn't help me with. I decided on the direct approach. "Mom" I said taking her hand in mine "I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me. I know you love me and I love you too, but this is something I need to work out myself. It's nothing serious. In fact it's all a bit silly, but there's nothing wrong." As I said those words, I thought to myself that it was silly. It was so silly for me to get myself depressed over this. I would have thought about it some more, but Rachel's mother spoke again. "Is it Paul. Is he the problem" she asked. "No Mom." "Are you sure. Look me in the eyes an tell me that. He hasn't hurt you in any way, has he." That hurt me. The mere suggestion that I could ever harm Rachel really dug deep into me. I looked Rachel's mother in the eyes just as she asked. "Mom. He's never laid a single finger on me or even come close to it. He treats me with respect. I couldn't wish for anyone better than him. I don't know what I'd do without him. He's a complete angel" I said. Okay I know that was a bit over the top, but I wasn't about to have my proper self blamed for all this, however depressed I was. She thought for a minute and then nodded slowly, which I took as an acceptance of what I had told her. She giggled slightly. "What" I said. "Nothing" "What." I demanded softly. "Oh, it's just Paul. I've got a confession. I know I encouraged you to go out with him to start with, but a few months later I found out a few things about him. I happened to meet someone that works for him and they told me he was a right bastard." You don't know how hard I had to fight the urge to get the name of that person out of Rachel's mother. This wasn't the first time this had happened and I knew it wouldn't be the last. It amazing how many things you find out about yourself when you're someone else. But the thing was... I was a right bastard back then. I now realized that now. It's been Rachel that has "shown me the light." Rachel's mother continued "But over the months, he seemed so nice, so good to you. I could tell you've never been happier in your life, so I didn't say anything to you. But ever since you've been so depressed after your marriage, I... err... wondered if he's been treating you badly now that you're married." "Well, he hasn't" I said. "Not in the slightest." "You really love him don't you. I mean you REALLY love him." "Yeah" I said. "And you're sure it's nothing I can help you with." "Mom. I'l be fine. Just trust me okay." She smiled and nodded. We chatted about more mundane things for a little while before she left. As I closed the door behind her I almost collapsed in relief. But the hard facts were that this was only the first of probably many times. In effect she was my mother now. I returned to sit down on the couch and think about what she had said. *************** What Rachel's mother said made a lot of sense. I thought about it for days. I knew I loved Rachel more than anything. Okay, I had not planned on spending the rest of my life in her body, but right now it doesn't look like I have much choice in the matter, so I'm just going to have to make the best of things. If I can't be her husband, I'm going to have to be her wife. Over the next few months, things began to improve. I still didn't like it and I would have switched back in a heartbeat if I could. But I was beginning to accept the fact that I was probably stuck in this body for the rest of my life. I think that perhaps given time, I could truly accept this body as my own. Maybe, just maybe I could be happy living as Rachel for the rest of my life. But it was going to take time. But it all fell apart one fateful day. That day was one of the most vivid of my life. It started just like any ordinary day. Rachel went to work. Every time I kissed her goodbye for work, it reminded me of what I had lost. But I had a fairly busy day ahead of me today to take my mind off things. To start with I had an early appointment at the hair salon. But as I was leaving the house I noticed some mail on the side table. Rachel must have put it there, but forgot to open it. One letter in particular caught my attention. It was just addressed "Rachel & Paul" with no address, stamp or anything else. I was about to open it, but I looked at the clock and realized I was late. So I put it in my purse to read later and left the house. After I had been to the salon, my next job of the day was getting the shopping done. That was exclusively my job now that I was the housewife. When I was loading up the car when I saw a man propped up against the car next to me. He appeared to be a little breathless and he was having a hard time catching his breath. I walked over to him. "Are you alright." I asked him. He looked a little ill. "Yes... Ma'am... Thank you... for asking." he splutted out. "Are you sure. Do you want me to get some help" I asked him. "No, I'll be fine." he paused "Heart problem" he said as he tapped his chest. He seemed young to have a heart problem. He looked to be in his mid thirties and he was a big guy. I thought about calling for some help for him, but he slowly turned and began fishing out his keys from his pocket. I returned and finished loading the shopping into the car and closed the door. I was then about to open the drivers door when I glanced over to the man and I saw him collapse on the floor just as he had opened his door. I ran round to his side and I saw him knelling down on the floor clutching his chest. I rushed over to him to try and help him. The next part happened so fast I barely remember it. In one instant I found one of his hands had gripped my neck and the other one was over my mouth. He practically threw me in the car like a rag doll. I felt his hand leave my mouth. I tried to call out for help, but he had gripped my throat so tight I could barely breath let alone call out. I reached to try and pull his hand from my throat, but his arms were like tree trunks in comparision to mine. He was just too strong for me. I thought he was going to strangle me, when I saw the flash of a knife blade. He released my throat so I could breath, but in it's place I felt a cold surface. Somehow I knew that knife was at my throat. "If you make one sound bitch, I'll cut your damn throat." he said with a coldness that simply chilled me to the bone. I didn't move. I was frozen. It was as if all my muslces had just freezed in place. I couldn't even move my eyes. They looked straight into his and I still can't believe the emptiness that I saw there. He held the knife there, then put something over my head. It was some sort of hood, but I could still feel the knife at my throat. He tightened it around my neck so I couldn't see a thing, then he then turned me over and I felt something bind my hands together behind my back. I felt one of his big hands on my bare legs. I instincively wanted to scream at the top of my voice, but my body was still frozen. Even if I had wanted to move, I don't think I could have. He slowly moved his hand up slightly, so it was just inside my skirt. I clentched my fist and braced myself. I knew there wasn't a damn thing I could do. I was completely helpless. "You're all the same you bitches." he said in a soft chilling voice. "You walk around showing it all off. You need to be taught a lesson. Well I'm today's teacher." I think he then pushed me into the the back seat and forced me to lie down on the floor on the car. "Don't get up and don't make a sound" he said to me in that same forceful voice. I felt something light fall on top of me. I think it was a blanket or something like that. I then heard the car door slam. There were a few more noises like keys jangling together before I heard him start up the engine. I felt the car move. At first we reversed, then we moved forward. God I was so scared, more scared than you could possibly imagine. I remembered that he told me not to make a sound, but I just wanted to cry. I had to fight very hard to stop myself from crying out loud and instead just felt the tears rolling down my checks in silence. One thing I clearly remember. As the car picked up speed, this guy actually started singing as if he was out on a country stroll. He was singing American Pie and taping his hand to the beat. He seemed to put emphasis everytime he sang the line "this'll be the day that I die". Every time I heard that line, I wondered if today was going to be my day... Continued in part Eight... 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