Out Of His Sight
(Out Of His Body)
Sarah and Glen had been friends since the third grade. They still saw a lot of each other, even though Sarah's husband, Tim, was a VERY jealous man. He distrusted Sarah's assurances that there was nothing between Sarah and Glen other than a long-standing friendship.
"Tim, you're just impossible! Sometimes I think you're Othello's junior partner!" Sarah said to her husband, with a vast sigh of impatience. "You can be a real pain sometimes."
Each time she told him this, Tim would glower, then go to the gym and break a few punching bags to bleed off the stress.
Sarah was a very beautiful young woman of 22. She had met and married her husband Tim in college, where he had been US middle weight collegiate boxing champion. From their very first date, she just loved to feel his iron hard muscles. But she would be damned if she would let him dictate her life!
Sarah couldn't believe it when he tried to forbid her going out with Glen. There was an Antique Fair going on that day, and she didn't want to miss it. Sarah decided she was going to the Fair, whether Tim liked it or not! As they finished breakfast, she told her husband, "Look, Tim, I don't want to go by myself to the Antique Fair! If I go without a man they cheat me, and will make passes. You don't want that, do you?"
"Of course not!" said Tim, his face red with anger at the thought of anyone touching his sexy young wife. He looked at her. She had been first runner up in the Miss Teen Missouri contest at one time. She was so damn beautiful that Tim thought - rightly - that most men would love to get their hands on her lush body. Her hair was long and golden blonde, and God himself did the coloring. Her face was perky and beautiful, and her figure was the stuff dreams are made of - perfect 34C breasts! - 18 inch waist, and 34 inch hips. She was a veritable Venus!
"Well, then," she challenged, "come with me!"
Tim shuddered. "I would almost rather go to the dentist than go to an antique fair!"
She put her shapely hands on her even more shapely hips. "How a man can come from old money and not like antiques is beyond me."
"Sarah, I grew up with old things - especially my Aunt Mary! I am not nouveau riche, hankering after worm-eaten junk."
"Then quit complaining; I'll go with Glen."
His face flushed. Tim's eyes actually seemed to glow green. "You know I don't like you seeing him."
"Too bad! He's my oldest friend, and not I'm going to stop seeing him just because you're a jealous jerk!"
"I think he's attracted to you!"
Sarah looked at him with astonishment. "Of course he's attracted to me. All men are attracted to me. I would be insulted if Glen wasn't. But Glen is my friend and a gentlemen - something you're not - and knows how to control himself!"
God, she's beautiful, thought Tim. Her huge eyes glowed with wrath. Her perfectly formed breasts strained against her tight silk blouse. Without another word, he picked her up in his muscular arms, and carried her toward their bedroom.
Her eyes widened. "Just what do you think you're doing, Mr. Adams?"
"Just what you think I'm doing, Mrs. Adams."
She snuggled against his powerful body. This was great, already she was wet. "Stop!" she teased. "You're not getting out of this so easily."
He stopped her mouth with a most satisfactory insistent kiss, and she melted her perfect body against him.
"I'm still going to the antique show," she said, as they hit the sheets.
"Okay, okay," he said, breathing heavily. "Just shut up about it."
Later that morning, Glen picked Sarah up, and she was glowing with victory and the aftereffects of great sex. Tim followed her out, and his handsome face glowered at Glen, who shrunk away a little.
As they were driving away, Glen turned to Sarah and said, "Boy, is your husband ever intimidating!"
Sarah nodded with quiet pride. "Isn't he!"
Sarah had a great time spending some of Tim's unearned cash. Glen only bought a collection of baseball trading cards that he thought would be a good investment sold individually. He made a fair sum of money every year, because he knew who would pay top dollar for junk. His real job was as an investment advisor - Sarah had gotten the same degree - and when she and Tim started dating, it made Tim even more jealous that Sarah and Glen were in the same classes.
They were about to leave when Sarah spied some old jewelry off to the side. She dragged a groaning Glen over. He was shopped out, but Sarah, like most females, was a tireless shopper.
He stole a look at her great rear end. God, she was a real knockout. But he wouldn't ruin their friendship by making a pass. Besides, Tim would beat any man within an inch of his life if he touched his wife. Glen remembered Joe Brock in college, who had tried to force himself on Sarah behind the chemical building. Tim had come along, and hammered the guy so badly that he missed the rest of the semester.
Everyone thought Tim would be expelled, but his family had donated six million dollars to the University some years earlier - well, somehow he stayed in school. It also didn't hurt that he was a star athlete!
Glen was still single. He had broken up with Mary Jane a few weeks ago, as he couldn't take her drinking.
When they got back to Tim and Sarah's palatial house, Glen and the butler carried in Sarah's purchases. She invited Glen to a late lunch, and he was glad to accept. His bachelor meals left a great deal to be desired.
As they ate, Sarah idly went through the jewelry she'd bought. She hung a medallion around her neck. It was a cheap looking affair, with a figure of an angel or something embossed on it. She giggled. "Isn't this ghastly?"
Glen had his eyes more on Sarah's cleavage, but nodded in agreement.
As Glen was getting ready to leave, Sarah hugged him for a long moment. Did it ever feel good to have her in his arms.
"Thanks a lot for coming, Glen! You're my best friend!"
"That's okay, Sarah - I'm always glad to see you...did you feel a strange tingle?"
Sarah's beautiful face frowned. "Yes, it was like a mild electric shock. I wonder what it could have been?"
Both felt a little uneasy, though they would have difficulty in saying just why. Then Glen noticed Sarah changing. He blinked, but it was true. Her face coarsened, and he could swear she was getting taller. She grimaced, and tried to pull off her knee high leather boots. He had to help her with the last one.
"Damn things got so tight!" Then she let out a gasp. "Glen, your hair is getting longer and turning blonde! And you're getting shorter!"
Glen looked around at reference points. He certainly was shorter. He looked back at Sarah. It had to be his imagination! It had to be! She was starting to look - well, look like him.
Sarah gasped. "Glen, you look like me!"
"You look like me!" he echoed. Both their voices were changing as well.
They sat down in shock. Time passed quickly as their mutations proceeded. Soon his clothes weren't even fitting. Everything became loose, except his pants felt tight in the seat, and his shirt tightening around his chest. He looked down. It was true - he now had Sarah's tits!! Hesitantly, he touched them. It was no illusion! Glen looked over to see Sarah touching her - HIS - groin.
"BY GOD! I've got a dick!" Sarah said in a MALE voice. Glen's voice, as Glen had heard himself enough on tape to know what he sounded like. "Somehow, we've exchanged bodies," Sarah continued.
Glen felt a torrent of emotion, and felt like crying. "How?"
"How the hell should I know!" said Sarah irritably. "We can't let anybody see us like this! Come into a spare room."
Glen picked up Sarah's boots where she had left them, and walked uncomfortably after him, all too aware of shorter legs and a sway to her walk. Sarah locked the door behind her. They went over to the mirror, and stared open mouthed. They saw 'Sarah' looking ridiculous in a huge male suit, and 'Glen' even more ridiculous in women's stretch pants and silk blouse, with distorted makeup on a male face.
"I look awful!" said Sarah in Glen's baritone. He went into the bathroom and washed the make-up off his face. Glen struggled out of his clothes, and looked horrified into the mirror. He was Sarah! Sarah, right down to the birthmark on her right shoulder, shaped like a star.
When Sarah came out, they swapped clothing. Sarah giggled to see an uncomfortable Glen put on her panties and struggle to put on her bra. He went over to help her. Glen found that Sarah's discarded clothes fit perfectly. She even pulled on her boots with no trouble. They looked in the mirror, and except for the makeup lacking on her face, someone coming in would have noticed no change.
Sarah frowned. "You make me look awful without makeup. Come on!" He got makeup out of her purse, and put it on a protesting Glen, as well as fingernail polish. She had a fit trying to put on her earrings. She hesitated a moment before putting on her wedding rings, then, feeling really weird, slipped them on slim fingers. The diamonds sparkled. It felt so weird, as to everyone in the world, Glen was now MRS. TIM ADAMS!
Glen looked at the discarded medallion. "This must have done it!"
"Say again?" Sarah answered, busy putting eye shadow on his former face.
"This stupid looking medallion must have done it!"
"Why the medallion?" asked Sarah.
"What else is different? Over the years, we must have hugged each other thousands of times. This is the first time we ever switched bodies!"
It was odd for Glen to see himself jump up and down with girlish enthusiasm! "You're right! Put it on and hug me! Let's see if we swap back!"
Eagerly, Glen complied. She felt so feminine - so unlike his usual self, and she didn't like it!
They hugged, but there was no answering tingle. Glen felt like crying!
Sarah said in a deeply rich male voice, "Pull yourself together, Glen." He thought for a moment. "Perhaps, it just needs to recharge."
"You think so?" asked Glen through her tears.
"Stands to reason. Look, we'll try again tomorrow."
"Tomorrow! What are we going to do until tomorrow? If we try to tell anyone, they'll think we're joking, or worse - crazy!! What are we going to do?" Glen wrung Sarah's shapely hands.
"We pretend to be each other, of course. We've known each other all our lives. We should have no trouble pulling this off until we can switch back," Sarah said, unimpressed with Glen's emotional outburst.
"But what about your husband?" asked Glen fearfully.
Sarah giggled. "If he asks for sex, just say no. Say you're not in the mood." Sarah thought for a moment. "Tonight, you will have to go in my place to visit his sister. You know her, just don't trust her. She has real a motor mouth. You'd better wear my light blue silk cocktail dress and blue pumps."
Glen groaned in a musical voice.
Sarah grinned at Glen's embarrassment. "What's on your agenda for your Saturday night?"
"I was just going to go bowling with the boys, and have a few beers. But you can call up and cancel."
"Not on your life! Here's my chance to study the male animal unawares! You - no, I mean I will come over for lunch tomorrow! We'll sneak away and swap back."
Glen nodded a gorgeous golden head. She was feeling so vulnerable! So helpless in this small body against the world.
They hid the necklace under the bed in the spare bedroom. Both took deep breaths, and Glen was startled to feel breasts swelling in the silk blouse and lacy bra.
She walked out with the apparent Glen, and it felt so weird to hear the click of her boot's heels on marble floors, and to watch her own body drive away. She felt so lost and alone.
Hesitantly, Glen went into Sarah and Tim's bedroom. She stared in the mirror. The beautiful woman in the glass was him! It felt so strange to be Sarah. How could she carry it off?
The door opened. Tim came in. Glen made himself smile.
"I'm glad to see that idiot Glen is gone! I don't like him hanging around you! Someday, I'm going to punch his ugly face in."
Glen, disguised as Sarah, gulped painfully and searched desperately for a neutral conversation. "Do you want to see what I bought?"
"No!"
The silence was pregnant.
"Look, Sarah, tonight at my sister's, try not to talk too much! Ruth says she can hardly get a word in!"
Glen's pretty face flushed. "She's the motor mouth - not me!" Glen not only felt like defending his friend Sarah, but thought it would hurt to have an argument with her husband.
They did, and it was with a sullen Tim that he drove to Ruth's house. Glen, with less difficulty than she'd thought, had dressed Sarah's gorgeous body in the blue silk dress. High heels were very unforgettable, but they did make her legs look great! Glen had taken the opportunity to look at Sarah naked. It was the first time he had seen her naked since they'd played doctor and nurse when they were seven. Feeling guilty, she even played with her breasts! It felt pretty good! Darn good!
Ruth kissed her with false enthusiasm, which Glen returned in the same spirit. She felt smug knowing that she looked at least twice as pretty as Ruth, and that both men couldn't take their eyes off her - him.
"That dress is very pretty - for an off the rack one," said Ruth with a 'sweet smile'.
"Thank you," said Glen with equal sweetness. "Your tailored dress does wonders to hide the faults in your figure. You need to keep going to your dress maker, she does fabulous work."
Ruth's husband George didn't even try to hide his laughter, but Tim glared murderously at his wife, and if looks could kill, the glance Ruth gave 'Sarah' would have fried her on the spot!
Meanwhile, Glen's friends were looking on in wonder as 'Glen' fired one gutter ball after another. What was wrong - it was like he had never bowled before?
Sarah was embarrassed. Couldn't the stupid ball go anywhere but the damn gutter? Still, it has great to drink beer without worrying about your figure! And boy, could he drink it in this body! Glen's capacity was legendary.
And to listen to the guys talk! What an eye opener! He learned more about men than she'd ever hoped. As a female, she had always wondered what had laid beneath all the buster and bombast and crudeness - well, it was more bluster and bombast and crudeness. Females were subtle creatures, but the average guy - well, what you saw was what you got! The biggest mistake women made was looking for the hidden feelings and motivations. There weren't any! Who would have believed it, Sarah decided. It was definitely worth being Glen for 24 hours to find this out!
A couple of obvious floozies came over, and flirted with Sarah. But he wasn't tempted. These bowling alley trash were not as sexy or cute as his real body. In fact, just thinking of his beautiful former body gave him a hard on! God, what a strange feeling!
Sarah won the drinking bout, and the hundred bucks! With her - or rather Glen's head swimming, he took a cab to Glen's place. He was in no condition to drive.
Glen felt very strange undressing in front of Tim. She had Sarah's face flushing. She glanced out of the corner of Sarah's baby blue eyes at Tim. 'God, I hope he doesn't start anything!'
Tim observed 'his wife's' glance. "Don't get your hopes up, Sarah. You emptied me out this morning. I'm not up for any more sex."
Glen was relieved, and yet - a touch disappointed? She slipped on a red silk negligee, and laid down on the queen size bed next to Tim. She felt so weak and vulnerable. Glen didn't think she could sleep a wink, but the excitement of the day had worn her out, and soon she was giving out little ladylike snores.
A slap on the butt woke her up.
"What's the idea!?" she said, bitching to Tim.
"Up and at 'em, Sarah! Have you forgotten we're going riding with the Hendersons this morning?"
Glen gulped. He had never ridden in his life. "I don't feel like going riding!" she said.
Tim towered over her.
"Yes, you do! Sarah, you promised me weeks ago, and I'm not letting you crawl out now. Understand!?" His arm grip bit into Sarah's delicate flesh, and Glen winced.
"You big brute! Let me go this instant."
Tim relax his grip slightly. "Eat some breakfast and get dressed!"
Intimidated, Glen leapt from the bed, breasts bouncing. She shot a glance of dislike to her husband, who ignored it with practiced ease. Marie, Sarah's maid, came in with a light breakfast. As Glen ate, she thought resentfully that if she fell and broke her legs, it would serve Sarah right for marrying such a bully! Soon Glen had brushed her teeth and put on some makeup - it was a little difficult, but she persevered, and soon her beautiful face looked fresh and glowing. Marie helped her into tight fitting riding outfit that hugged her beautiful curves.
She - no, Sarah of course, was so beautiful! Her maid looked startled as Glen let out some unladylike grunts as she was helped on with the gleaming patent leather riding boots.
Glen breathed a silent prayer - God don't let me fall off.
Later, she looked up at the horse towering above her. 'The horse looks huge! I am expected to ride that monster?' Glen thought fearfully!
She was helped into the saddle by a groom, and for once, thanked God for a lack of balls. The way she came down on the English saddle would have squashed them to hamburger! Her tiny feet groped for the stirrups. In Sarah's body, Glen sure didn't feel much like John Wayne!
The others waited impatiently for her, and timidly, she edged her horse toward them. Any minute, Glen was convinced she would fall off. They started with a gentle canter across a field, and Glen's shapely rear bounced up and down. It hurt.
Tim rode back. "What the hell's wrong with you, Sarah? You're riding like you've never been on a horse before!"
Glen stifled a nervous giggle. "I told you I didn't feel well!"
"Oh, all right! I'll take you back!"
Glen sighed with relief. Somehow, she got the horse turned around. But the animal seemed resentful. It neighed, and Glen slid off the back of the horse's rump, made a desperate grab for the horse's tail, and fell on the ground with a painful thump!
Glen started to cry.
Tim stared open mouthed. "Get up!" he said savagely.
Sniffling, Glen obeyed. Tim was so unsympathetic. 'How could I - I mean, Sarah, marry him?' she wondered.
"You get back on that horse right now!"
"But - "
"No buts! Unless you want me to tan your butt, get back on that horse!"
What a bully! Glen got the reigns in her slim gloved hands, and desperately tried to mount. A groom ran out to help. Soon she was on the back of the beast again.
"Now ride! Ride!" Tim said, with his famous temper.
Desperately, Glen let her fearful thoughts go. Think Sarah! Relax. She found her knees gripping the horse's flanks. She was doing it! She was staying on the horse.
Tim rode up behind Glen, and patted her. "Good work! I knew you could do it! It was important for you to get right back on!"
Glen flushed with pleasure. Later, she found riding was fun, and the ride and the pounding saddle on her groin made her feel sexy.
The real Sarah woke up, and held his head. "Why did I drink so much beer?" he wondered. The hot shower felt good. It was strange and exotic and erotic to feel powerful muscles with questing fingers instead of silken softness. Sarah could not resist playing with himself. But he made himself stop short of orgasm. 'It's not fair to Glen,' he thought.
He dressed in Glen's dull clothes, and drove on over to see Glen. The 24 hours would be up soon. Sarah couldn't wait to get back. Being Glen was good for a visit, but he wouldn't want to live there.
Glen was feeling much the same things. Tim frowned at her. "Jesus, Sarah, you just saw Glen yesterday! Why must we have him for lunch?"
"You're having your bother and cousins over. And don't tell me that 'that's different'! You know how boring I find them." Sarah had always complained to Tim about those Sunday afternoons, and had related this to Glen on numerous occasions.
Tim opened his mouth and then closed it. Sarah was right. But that didn't mean he wouldn't keep an eye on them. He didn't trust Glen at all.
At a convenient break, Sarah and Glen snuck into the spare room. Glen had dressed Sarah's body with a quick exchange of clothes in mind. Sarah had been impressed with how well Glen looked - even accessorizing well. Also, Glen had made up Sarah's beautiful face satisfactorily. 'God! I'm so damn sexy!' Sarah thought. Sarah was also embarrassed, as he had been entirely too casual shaving that morning, and had nicked Glen's face a couple of times!
THE MEDALLION WAS GONE!!
They both gasped, and terrified, turned the bed and the room upside down.
Then they heard an annoyed male voice call. "Sarah, where are you!?"
"It's Tim!" they said together.
Glen found herself hurrying out the door. "You keep searching. I'll head him off. If he found us together in here, it would be awkward!"
"Not awkward - try disastrous!"
Outside in the hallway, Glen smoothly took Tim's arms. "Dear, come let me show you my new antiques."
Tim's face took on the eternal masculine look of escaping from boring feminine knickknacks. "Some other time!" he lied. "Cousin George wants to say good-bye."
"Let him!" said 'Sarah' expansively. "I've no objection - quite the reverse."
Despite himself, Tim laughed. Sarah was so charming! No one else was quite like her, he thought!
Later, Glen and Sarah met and exchanged a few whispers.
"Well? Did you find it!?" asked Glen anxiously. Her feet hurt in the damn high heels, and she couldn't wait to exchange them for loafers.
"No! Damn it! What are we going to do?"
"I'll keep looking, and question the staff and ask if anyone has seen one of my missing collectibles!"
"Good!" Sarah saw Tim come suspiciously up. "Good-bye, Sarah, thanks for lunch!" Sarah said loudly.
"I don't know what you see in Glen, anyway? He's such a jerk," Tim said after the apparent Glen left.
The real Glen was not happy to hear her true self described in such terms. "Why do you always criticize my friends? I'll tell you why, (she said, not allowing Tim to answer) because you are an obsessive, over bearing, jealous jerk. A jerk who is going to spend the next few nights in a spare bedroom."
Tim looked sheepish. Sarah was really mad. "You're really beautiful when you're angry!" said Tim ingratiatingly.
Glen recognized the tactic well. Tim was trying to flatter his way out of an argument with an angry woman. "Forget it. I am beautiful, but I know anger makes me screw up my face, and it's not as attractive all squished together."
How did she know that, Tim wondered. She can hardly see herself when she's mad?
Glen was relieved. Tim was banished out of her bedroom. That was step one. She called the household staff together. "I'm missing a collectible. There will be a five hundred dollar reward for anyone finding it." Glen went on to describe the object. "It's not valuable in itself, but has sentimental value to me."
The staff of cook, personal maid, social secretary, maid, butler and housekeeper nodded, and promised to look and ask their kids.
Glen locked at the schedule Sarah had given her, and groaned. Teas, lunches with idiot females, and then there was the big charity ball Friday night. Sarah was co-chairwoman! She hoped to God to find that cursed medallion before Friday! She just had too! For one thing, she could only hold off Tim for so long.
To make matters worse, her social secretary, Annie Mal Andrews, quit! She was leaving to elope. The glamorous and pretty young woman introduced her fiance. Glen eyed the guy. He certainly was a handsome hunk, Glen decided.
"My ten-year-old daughter will stay with my new husband's mother," Annie Mal said, as she kissed her man lovingly.
She certainly looked happy, Glen decided jealously. She walked down to wave good-bye to the happy couple. Annie Mal's awkward and plain daughter was sitting, sulking like a typical ten year old in the back seat.
Every day, Sarah would call up with questions about Glen's business, and to ask if she had found the medallion. It was driving Glen crazy. Also, 'her' husband was growing restless, banished to the guest room. He was ready to explode!
Glen called up, and asked Sarah what she should wear to the ball. There was no way Sarah was going to let Glen embarrass him, so he gave her very explicit instructions on just what to wear.
That night, Glen looked admiringly into the mirror. She was absolutely drop dead gorgeous! She sighed with satisfaction! The red dress looked magnificent on her! Her enchanting curves were accentuated, rather than hidden. Her hair and makeup were prefect, thanks to the best salon in the city. The simple strand of pearls around her neck added rather than distracted from her beauty. She even bore with wearing incredibly high and shapely spike heels, as they made her look taller and made her legs even more eye catching!
Glen had to admit, she enjoyed herself being the belle of the ball. She even enjoyed dancing with Tim. He was a great dancer, and his admiring eyes did make her glow inside. She saw Sarah go outside on the terrace, and motion for her to join him. As soon as she could, Glen slipped away. Maybe Sarah had some news of the medallion? Glen certainly hoped so.
She was startled when Sarah took her into his strong arms, and tried to kiss her!
"Sarah, take your hands off me! What the heck do you think you're doing?" Glen struggled, and turned her face away. "We've got to find that medallion and swap back!"
"I am seeing things so differently in this body! I never realized before I was so pretty! Come on, Glen, just one little kiss!"
A roar startled them both. Tim was there with clenched fists. "Glen, take your hands off MY WIFE! And I mean now!"
Glen shrieked with horror as her husband started pounding Sarah to jelly. God, the big lug was so stupid. It was his former wife he was kicking the shit out of!! Finally, Glen, with the help of three men, managed to drag Tim away from what remained of Glen's former body. Glen looked down at the bloodied face, and shuddered.
She felt her arm grabbed. "I knew I couldn't trust that slime ball!" Tim hissed.
"I didn't encourage him!" said a frightened Glen. 'What if he should start in on me? I am helpless in this body!' thought Glen, crying with her bosom heaving. "I was trying to push him away."
"Maybe you were, but I didn't hear you scream."
"What, and cause a scandal like the one we are having now?"
An ambulance came, and carried the unconscious man away. Tim was questioned by police, and released. He had to appear in court on a later date. Tim's eyes never left Glen's. Afterwards, he took her home.
"I'm not letting you out of my sight again, Sarah!"
'Shit!' thought 'Sarah'. 'Now, how am I going to find the medallion?' When they got back to their bedroom (Glen was too frightened to make him sleep in the guest bedroom) Tim took her in his arms, and she gasped. He was so strong! Despite herself, the new Sarah found herself growing wet. Her man had fought for her, she thought! It was a real turn on. Besides, she was so afraid that if she turned him down, he might do anything!
Despite herself, she found her lips eager for his kisses and her breasts eager for his touch. And her pussy very eager for his virile manhood!
Sex was great!
But true to his word, Tim was like Mary's little lamb! Everywhere she went, he went.
The hospital reports came out. 'Glen' had a concussion, four broken ribs, two black eyes, a broken nose and jaw. Tim got fined $200 for fighting. Glen was indignant hearing the judge say that her husband did the right thing in defending his home and his wife's honor.
Every night 'Sarah' had to give Tim sex. She had to admit she enjoyed it! But the medallion was elusive as ever, and Tim wouldn't let her out of his sight! It was driving her crazy! One night, as she headed for her bathroom, she asked, "Do you want to come in and wipe my ass for me?"
Tim flushed. "Shut up! You know why am I keeping an eye on you!"
They went riding together, movies and plays together. Lunched together, everything together. Despite herself, 'Sarah' kinda like all the attention. She was dressed in a smashing outfit she had just bought; it was a skintight jump suit and dazzling high heeled boots.
Her friends were so green with envy with all the attention she was receiving from her husband. One said, "I'm lucky if my husband even looks at me!"
Every day, 'Sarah' called the hospital. Finally, after seven days, 'Glen' came out of it, but it was two weeks before 'Sarah' could sneak a private conversation with him.
"How are you?"
"How do you think I am after that monster, your husband Tim, kicked the shit out of me? I am suing!"
"My husband, isn't he really your husband?" said the former Glen.
"What! I would never go back to being married to that asshole, after what he did to me!"
"But you tried to kiss me!"
"That's it! Make excuses for your man! You're welcome to him! Even if you find that medallion, I'm not going back! Now that I am lucky to escape that maniac, I realize it was a blessing in disguise! By the way, I'm marrying my nurse. She is so sexy and sweet, and wants to take care of me."
The new Glen hung up the phone. The new Sarah started weeping. It's periods and high heels for her forever, now! But she looked in the mirror. 'I am so beautiful!' she thought. 'He's welcome to my old average body. As for my Tim, well, as beautiful as I am, he can hardly be blamed for his jealousy.' She sighed with satisfaction at the gorgeous woman in the mirror, and Sarah went in to give her handsome, sexy husband a come hither smile and kiss.
Tim was very happy. His wife had certainly turned over a new leaf.
Mr. and Mrs. Adams were reading the Sunday paper in bed. Tim frowned, than laughed. "Have you seen a picture of the nurse that jerk Glen is marrying - she looks a little like you!"
"Let me see!" Sarah made a grab for the paper. Her husband was right. She wasn't NEARLY as pretty as she was, but there was a resemblance!
"Come here, you sexy original!"
Sarah giggled and snuggled into his arms. It was great having an attentive, virile young husband! All the other wives were just green! She used her incredible body to drive him wild!
Epilogue
Tim and Sarah were the happiest couple anyone knew. The general agreement was that Sarah was too feminine and submissive, but different strokes for different folks.
Glen and his bride did well. Glen received a $300,000 out of court settlement from Tim Adams, which he used to expand his business and made a very good living. His wife Judy was glad she had hooked her man in the hospital before some other female latched on to this well to do guy. He was terrific in bed, and seemed to know what to do to bring her to orgasm every time! Her only complaints were that he worked out and took Karate too much, (he said, neither Tim or anybody else was ever going to beat him up again) and also he was a little too macho.
What happened to the medallion, you ask? Ah, yes. Annie Mal's ten year old daughter, Betty, had found it. That night during an argument with her mother on her being jealous of her and her tremendous crush on her fiance, Betty was surprised that it had swapped their bodies. Betty was ecstatic! Now she was the beautiful bride to be, and her mother the jealous ten year old kid. The former Annie Mal was spanked into submission, and the medallion tossed into a trash can.
The former Annie Mal soon realized no one would believe her. So she had to watch her daughter living her life. She had to go back to school, and get braces on her teeth! And her former fiance made her mad. He treated her just like a kid!
Speaking of kids, Sarah soon was a happy mother!
The End
(Thanks to the wonderful Steve Zink for editing.)