Message-ID: <16840eli$9810310534@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Phil Stevens" Subject: NEW: Rachel`s Curse 9/12 (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: <000301be0430$2dd49380$5b08883e@anonymou> Here`s part nine of Rachel's Curse. The full story length is now twelve parts. I`m posting two parts in this go. Phillip Stevens phil_stevens@bigfoot.com =================================================== Rachel's Curse ============== Chapter Nine ------------ I stood utterly transfixed to the scene as the middle aged man placed his fingers on the rapists neck feeling for a pulse. Well, to me he was a rapist, but to everyone else present, he was a stunning redhead who had just been knocked down by a car. My new heart stopped momentarily. "She's still alive" he said to everyone. Two emotions hit me at the same time. After what he did to me, I wanted that bastard to be dead. But at the same time, I also felt relief. He was in my body after all. Strangely enough, that was the first time I considered it to be my body. Although I had occupied that body constantly for the past three months, I still thought of it as being Rachel's body in much the same way that I had always thought of Rachel as being a 'she' even though 'she' had been my husband constantly since our marriage. The ambulance arrived very quickly. Two paramedics rushed to the rapists side and assessed the situation. It seemed to be only minutes before they were loading him into the ambulance. I really wanted to follow them but it just wasn't practical. However, I knew from his injuries that he wasn't going anywhere fast. Now that I couldn't follow the rapist any further, I knew I had to telephone the real Rachel right away. I quickly wandered back inside trying to draw as little attention to myself as possible. Once I was in the door I ran through the house looking for the phone. When I found it, I immediately dialed home. In that instant I wondered what I was going to say to Rachel. I still had no explanation for what had happened to me. All I knew for certain was that I was now in the body of a rapist and he was now in Rachel's female body on his way to hospital. But I didn't get the chance to tell her anything because I got a busy tone. I slammed down the phone in anger, nearly breaking it because I wasn't used to my increased strength. "Fuck, I knew we should have got Call Waiting" I thought. I tried a few more times, still getting a busy tone. As I took a tiny break in dialing I glanced down at one of the drawers on the desk. It was open slightly and I could see a wallet inside. My curiosity became aroused and I opened the drawer, picked out the wallet and looked inside. I saw a drivers license. When I recognized the photo on it as being my new likeness I glanced at the details and I could see my new name was Jeff Morton. I just hoped I wouldn't have to be a Jeff Morton for long. I paused again trying to think back to what happened. We switched when I gave Jeff Morton that blowjob. The transfer was just like any other transfer with Rachel. I even caught some of his thoughts as we switched. He was thinking about how he was going to kill me. At that point, I knew that Jeff Morton wasn't just a rapist, but a serial killer. I looked down at my new male hands. They quivered slightly as I thought about the harm that these hands had caused. But whether Jeff Morton was a serial killer or not, I still couldn't work out how this happened. Rachel was the one who was cursed, not me. How could this be possible. I then thought back to how stupid I was to let Jeff Morton escape. But he looked so harmless and fragile laying in the corner and I had been distracted by reading that letter. A sudden thought ran through me. That letter I was reading before this rapist made a run for it. What happened to it. It must still be in the basement. I ran down into the basement as fast as I could and struggled to find the letter. When I found it, I sat down and read through it in full. Hello Rachel & Paul, Firstly, let me say that only the two of you will be able to read this letter. Everyone else will just see it as a blank sheet of paper. Actually it's the other way around. This really is a blank sheet of paper, but the two of you will see it differently. Anyway, I just bet you're wondering why you haven't been switching for the past few months. Well, let me explain in detail exactly what's happened. Firstly to Rachel. I've been keeping a close watch on you, especially ever since you started switching with Paul. You deserved everything you got all those years ago. However, I do feel you have finally served your sentence and that you should now be allowed to get on with your life. I've also seen that you too are very happy together and because Paul is content to switch with you forever then the curse is no longer serving it's purpose. You remember all those years ago I told you that you would have to live with this curse for the rest of your life. Well although I'm not bound by my promises, I do like to keep to them, so let me explain what I've done. Your curse is still working Rachel. Nothing has changed with you. It's Paul that has changed. You see, Paul is now cursed as well, just like you. Every time Paul has sex with someone, he will also swap with that person. This came into effect the moment you got married. As you exchanged vows with Paul, your curse also extended out to him. That's the reason why you are not switching with each other. Your respective curses are canceling each other out. Now to Paul. I know that you have not wronged me directly and you may feel that you don't deserve to have this curse. But you must also remember that you married Rachel. Along with other things, a marriage is an agreement to share your lives together. Not only that, but everything within your lives. As a result, you have to share everything that Rachel has... everything including her curse. You are now stuck with it for the rest of your life as well. But I hope you don't see it as a curse too much. Think of it more as a blessing. You can now lead a normal life together and since you will both have a hard time finding any other partner that could accept you, it should also bind your marriage for life. Oh, and if you do ever think of splitting up, don't think the same will happen for your second marriage. This is a one-off gesture from me to ease your pain, a sort of wedding gift. I know you've been depressed since your wedding Paul and that was not my intention (actually I didn't realize you were going to get married as a woman), but if you can't accept being female for life then there is a way for you to switch back with Rachel. What you have to do is block one of your two curses. One of you must have sex with a third party and switch with them. Then switch back the next day and have sex with each other within twenty four hours. Since only one of your curses will be active at the time, you will be able to switch. It sounds complicated, but think about it for a few moments and you should quickly work it out. Now I take a very dim view of extra marital affairs, as Rachel knows only too well, but as long as you are both consenting and aware, that's fine. Had my ex-husband been forward with me, I'm sure we could have all had some fun all those years ago. I gave him the same curse, but only as a one-off for his next sexual partner. The woman he had sex with was very glad to get out of her line of work, a line of work which I compelled my ex-husband to continue. But one thing you must remember Paul. When you have your first real switch, the rest of the curse will come into play, the mental parts. Just like Rachel, you will only desire the opposite sex, plus you will have a desire to be feminine when female and masculine when male. So if you have sex with someone else and switch back, you'll probably find you don't mind being Rachel so much. But whether you want to stay as Rachel will always be up to you. Now to both of you. I hope you both live a happy life together. I will no longer monitor you or spy on you. From this day onwards I will leave you alone and will not interfere in your lives any further. But I'll check up on you in a few years from now, maybe even introduce myself to Paul properly. We've already met in passing, just after he hired that private detective to try and find me. That detective did actually find me. Just he didn't remember it. However, there's one extra enhancement to this curse that I will make. From now on you will be able to get each other pregnant. You can finally have a family. Signed. "The Wife" I crumpled the letter in my hand as the comprehension of what this letter was saying filtered through to me. If only I had taken the time to read this letter before going out, things could have turned out so differently. I might not have gone out shopping, but even if I had, I would have been prepared for what happened when I switched with Jeff Morton and I wouldn't have let him escape. I sat down and consoled myself for a while. "What was I going to do" I kept thinking over and over again. But after a moment, it occurred to me that maybe all this wasn't a complete disaster. The situation was bad, but salvageable. Rachel's body was now mortally wounded and inhabited by a serial killer. But even if the worst happened and he died, we could still be together although it would take some effort getting a new suitable female body. I knew I had to contact her. I stuffed the letter in my pocket and ran back upstairs to phone Rachel again. She would know what to do. She had far more experience than me with these body swaps. I picked up the phone again and started to dial home. I decided that if I got a busy tone this time, I would call the operator and get them to interrupt the call. But as I was dialing, I happened to glance out of the window. When I did this, I dropped the phone on the floor in shock. I could see that a police patrol car was parked outside and two police officers were walking up to the door. I knew straight away that I couldn't allow myself to be caught by the police. I could fry on the chair for Jeff Morton's crimes. Crimes that I didn't commit. I didn't even think and I grabbed the things including Jeff's wallet and ran through the house. The police were already knocking at the front door. I found the back door, rushed into the back yard, jumped over a fence and I ran as quickly as this body would allow to get as far away as I possibly could. After a while I had to calm myself down. This body was big and strong, but was also overweight. I couldn't run as fast as I used to in Rachel's or my proper body. I wandered around aimlessly wondering what to do. I didn't even know where I was. But I knew I had to call Rachel, so I found a little motel somewhere and checked in using Jeff Morton's credit card. I asked the clerk on the desk if the room had their own phones to which he said yes. When I was in my room, calling Rachel was the very first thing I set about doing. I just had to speak to her. She didn't know that I was also cursed. I rang home but got the answering machine. Then I tried Rachel's cellphone but it was switched off. I slammed down the phone in frustration once again. After building up the courage, I rang Rachel's parents but once again there was no reply, so I finally decided to ring my own parents. This time there was an answer. My own mother picked up the phone. "Ah. Hello. I'm trying to get hold of Paul. Is he there by any chance." I said. "No. I'm afraid not." she replied. I could tell from the tone of her voice that something was wrong, but that could just be because of 'Rachel's' disappearance. "Do you know how I can get hold of him urgently. It's important." "Well, I think it will have to wait. He's had some bad news right now." "Okay, well, I'll err... ring back sometime" I said before I replaced the phone. Then I felt so angry that I stood up and kicked and punched the wall. I knew this was bad. Rachel was almost certainly at the hospital either at 'my' bedside or grieving over 'me' and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. After a while, I calmed myself down. I knew that sooner or later Rachel would have to speak to me. I had finally worked out what I was going to say and I knew it would only take ten seconds for me to convince her who I really was. I knew she was in torment right now, but I also knew that it was only temporary. ******************** The rest of the day and evening passed slowly. I watched the local news on the TV. There was a short item about 'Rachel Wilkins' being found injured, but not much else. My attention was then turned to my current body. I wandered into the bathroom and stared in the mirror. I felt an instant wave of disgust because the image staring back had installed such terror in my mind during the past few days. I felt around my body. I was used to constant body swapping and feeling different each and every day, but only between two separate bodies, never a third. Also, after being female for three straight months, it was strange to feel the absence of my breasts on my chest. In contrast, my overweight waistline was much larger than before. It wasn't long before my attention was turned to the new genitals between my legs. Once again, it had been three months since I had the sensation of having a cock and balls down there instead of a pussy. I was just beginning to get used to the idea of having a pussy forever. Although I was curious, I didn't explore any further. After all, my new cock was tiny in comparison to my own, but also, I just wasn't in the mood. There were far more pressing things to worry about. Now that I knew what was going on, I could get my old male body back once again. I thought about the fact that I now had Rachel's curse as well. It seemed so damn obvious. Why didn't we think of it ourselves. But because I had never had sex with anyone else except Rachel, we couldn't tell. I remembered back. Rachel did have sex with an old friend of hers a couple of months ago to determine if the curse was still working, which it was. So why didn't Rachel and I switch the next time we had sex after that. The reason struck me instantly. We didn't have sex in time. My period started the same day and we didn't have sex until several days later by which time it was too late. I buried my head in my hands again. If only we'd have had sex that night, everything would be so different again. I went to bed that night in a mixture of optimism and sadness. The injuries that the rapist suffered in Rachel's body were severe. He might never recover. If that happened, Rachel's parents would have a tough time of things. But I also felt optimism that we finally knew why we had not been switching since our marriage. We could recover from this and we could still be happy together even if we had to abandon Rachel's female body. As I laid in bed, I pondered over the possibilities and thought ahead. If Jeff Morton did regain consciousness before I got a chance to speak to Rachel, that could make things very awkward. At first I was afraid that he might harm Rachel, but I knew he would be in no condition to do anything of the sort while he was in hospital. Before I eventually fell to sleep, I felt more optimistic. There would be difficult times ahead, but I knew we could get through them. I wondered how I would switch back with Jeff Morton if he did recover. He might actually prefer being a woman, especially if the police are looking for his old body. It then occurred to me that there was only one real way for us to switch back. I would probably have to rape him. The thought of that brought a smile to my face. That had a very strange irony to it. An instant later I sat up in bed bringing myself to my senses "What the hell was I thinking.", I thought. I was contemplating raping Rachel's female body and getting mildly turned on by the fact. I looked down and I could begin to feel my new cock get slightly hard by the thought. It had been three months since I had felt an erection and it felt good despite my new cock was so small. But I was more concerned about the fact that I was getting turned on by the thought of rape. Was I starting to think like Jeff Morton. I had asked Rachel about this long ago, if a persons actions change in the new body. She had told me that the mind transfer is fully complete, but chemical addictions or imbalances can sometimes affect the new host. She told me that on one occasion when she swapped with a drug addict, she felt the same addictions and cravings while she was in that body. That hadn't happened with me when swapping with Rachel. I had changed, but that was due to my increased awareness of the world, not due to anything else. I prayed that this was the case here. Perhaps Jeff Morton's psychotic behavior was down to a chemical imbalance. If so, I just hoped I could handle it until I got out of this body and the sooner that was, the better. Continued in part Ten... Phillip Stevens phil_stevens@bigfoot.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----