Amber, now in your body, laughs at you're distress and walks over to you. "Aaron man, I should be insulted. It took me years to get that bod in perfect shape. Well years and a good plastic surgeon." He grins. "I'm going to miss the girls. With your money I suppose I could get some more. Wouldn't be the first time your company's money paid for a boob job" He pinches one of your huge nipples "but I don't suppose double F would look right on this body." You let out a high pitched squeak and rub the hurt boob. Amber towers over you. For a minute you think he must have grown somehow, but then you realize that you have in fact shrunk. You have rarely seen amber without the slutty high heeled platform shoes she wares to increase her natural height of just 5 foot 2 inches.
"What the hell have you done to me?" You're voice is now high pitched and nasally. You have always hated Amber's voice and described it as whiney. Well now it's yours and its whining.
"I didn't do anything but my darling Karen has given you just what you deserve - each other!" He replies walking back to the grinning blonde. "Care to explain babe?"
"Sure thing honey" she says in a sing song voice and explains like she is talking to a child "You see darling I am a witch. I love Amber but as lovely as you're new body is, and it is lovely sweetie, I like to be fucked from time to time. By a man, I also like money and spending it. So we got to thinking that if we could get miserable old Matt to sell that stupid company of yours and take the profits we could get Amber a lovely dick and lots of cash with my magic and a simple spell."
"The plan was working great until dip-shit over there fucked it up." Amber continued pointing his gun at Matt "See your best bud hasn't told you the whole story as to why he has hit the bottle over the last few months. I'm sure he has peddled you the sob story about how his marriage is on the rocks, I'm sleeping around, blah blah blah." He said sarcastically. "Well that’s only partly true. As well as buying me the heaving birthday presents that are bursting off your chest. Hot shot decided to play at Rain Man down the Casino and just when I go to steal his worthless body I find that not only is he stone cold broke but he is 500 grand in the hole with some local low life."
You look at Matt. Surely he couldn't be that stupid but then again there are now more pressing problems.
"I was just going let the gangster kill the stupid fuck and run with his life insurance. But then my darling Karen here had a better idea. Let’s steal your body and take your money instead." Karen beamed with renewed pride. "At first I was against it because I hate your guts but then I came round. After all you have a great body and an even greater bank account. But now we reach a problem that Karen and I still disputing. I want to shoot Matt and then you and make it look like the fucker killed his wife after finding out about her affairs and then turned it on himself to save himself from the prison and/or gangsters that are after his kneecaps".
"What..." You start, but Amber cuts you off. "But Karen thinks we should just leave you two to it. After all you spend enough time with each other you might as well be married and the gangsters are likely to catch up with Matt eventually. Why bloody my hands? But I'm just a little worried that you will end up a loose end and maybe, just maybe, you could convince someone who you really are." Amber taps the gun against her new hip as she deliberates. “I tell you what I will do. I let you decide. Do you want to live as the bimbo slut wife of your best friend or would you rather die now to save yourself the shame?"
You swallow hard looking down at you're new female body. Could you live like this? As a woman, A woman that you have always hated. But then again there is no way you're ready to die.
You look up at Amber and with your voice cracking in your throat you choke out the words "I want to live".
Amber and Karen grin at each other. "Good" Amber says. "Then you will do exactly what I tell you..."
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