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Sometimes all we need to make it through the rough patches in life, is a little perspective. We need to see things from a different vantage point. When Mitch refocuses on getting closer to Emily, he gets closer than he ever expected...

There are things we dream about that seem to be so fantastical that nobody would dare think of them existing in the realm of possibilities. Take a unicorn for example. We know they really don't exist in the vastness of our planet, though myths have been created as if they did at one point in time. Yet, when we see one in a movie, projected in all of its computer graphics glory, our belief is suspended for that briefest of moments. That is when we see our dreams become reality. That is when we realize there are things out there which we cannot explain.

I still have a hard time explaining how I met the beautiful girl named Emily. At first I didn't even think about talking to her. Spring break only came once a year, and I had planned on drinking my fair share of beer and passing out in either my hotel room or some random girl's room. She happened to be at the bar as I headed toward my evening's plans. Little did I know she'd be included in those plans as the night progressed.

When I arrived at the bar, I happened to notice this girl didn't come there with who I assumed to be her boyfriend sitting next to her. It was quite unfortunate to be honest. She was too pretty to be alone. Her soft white skin had picked up a hint of sun, presumably from being here in Florida for a week, but it gave her a healthy glow. A bit smaller than the girls I normally dated, but her petite frame looked amazing in that pink and white bikini. Her toned legs poured from the sarong wrapped around her hips, and ended in the smallest pair of feet I'd ever seen on a girl her age.

Like I said, I normally wouldn't have even thought about talking to her. However, when her long brown hair whipped around, and I saw her hazel eyes set in the face of an angel, I at least had to say hello. That hello turned into a night of talking. Surprisingly we discovered we went to the same college back in Vermont. I found it odd we never ran into each other, considering we were both after degrees in education. We were about a year apart, me being twenty-two and her just turning twenty-one before coming on spring break.

That night in Florida turned into a year long romance back in Vermont. We ended up moving in together. Just off campus, we found a small apartment. It wasn't much to look at, but our love must have been stronger than our taste for interior decoration. We made it our home, setting up rules and boundaries where we could both coincide without cramping each other's styles. I thought after over a year, we had somehow made it work.

Over time I had grown into a habit of teasing her about things. Normally they were quirks and such that she could have controlled if she wanted, but for the past few months I'd started teasing her about things she couldn't change. I teased her about not being able to reach the top shelf of the closet, and how if I wasn't there, she'd never be able to use those things. To compliment this line of teasing, I would frequently make jokes that she needed to eat something.

You see, I was used to the girls I dated having a bit more to their physique. Emily happened to be rather petite. She looked amazing, don't get me wrong, but her tiny frame was an easy target. I didn't want her to put on muscle, as she appeared fit and toned, nor did I want to see her gain weight by other means. In fact, I secretly had grown to love the way she looked. Yet, for some reason I couldn't get past how small she looked, especially when it came to the easiest target of all; her feet.

"How do you even stand on those?" I asked, amusing myself on a particularly dull afternoon.

"What?" Emily asked.

"Your feet," I said. "They're so small, I would think that you'd just fall flat on your face with them."

Emily descended from a stepladder, which she had been using to straighten her newly acquired bachelor's degree. She had planned to stay for her master's, as I had chosen to do the same, before heading back home to look for work. We had even discussed staying in Vermont together, and calling it home. As Emily stepped off the last step, she spun around to face me, and she stumbled. This caused me to burst into laughter. Emily didn't seem too amused.

"See!" I exclaimed. "Even your feet agree with me."

"I'm glad my feet bring you so much joy and amusement," Emily said. "Perhaps you could use your own and walk to the kitchen to start dinner?"

"Seriously though," I said. "Do you have to buy shoes in the kid's section?"

"Now you're just being mean," Emily said.

"No. I'm being honest."

"I'm serious Mitch," Emily said. "I'm not in the mood tonight."

"Are you going to run away crying?" I asked. "Or have you already started and you need to let your feet catch up?"

"What's with you tonight?" Emily asked, folding her arms across her chest.

"I'm just having a little fun," I said, but then couldn't resist. "Not that you're much fun right now, but you are little."

"You are such an ass!" Emily said loudly. "Do you know what it's like…"

"I'm just joking around," I said, standing from the couch. "Don't take it personal." I stepped over to her with my arms open, ready to hug her pain away as usual.

Emily quickly unfolded her arms and shoved me away. "I wish you could feel what it's like to be small like me. The constant teasing…" Her eyebrows furrowed as she pushed me again. "Not just you, but everyone who's teased me about it my whole life." Her hands went to her hips. "I wish you all could know what it's like to be smaller. In fact, I wish you were so small you had to live under my tiny feet. Then I could just step on you when you joke about them."

With that, Emily stormed off into the bedroom and slammed the door shut. I stood for a moment in shock, not knowing what to do next. Her statement just sounded bizarre as I relayed it in my mind. There was no comeback for it. The only thing I could think to do was rush to the bedroom door. I turned the handle. She had locked it. Solemnly I gave the door a quiet knock.

"Go away!" Emily shouted.

"Come on Em," I said. "I'm sorry. I was just joking around."

"It's not funny anymore," Emily said. "You're constantly making fun of my size, and I'm sick of it."

"Em…" I said. "Come out. Please? I'll make us dinner."

"I'm not hungry," Emily said. "Why don't you go out and get something?" A short pause filled the air. "Why don't you just stay out? Stay at a friend's house. I don't even want to look at you right now."

"Emily," I said.

The bathroom door slammed shut. A moment later I could hear the water running. I knew she was serious now, as she had started her angry bath routine. Now I was mad. She couldn't even take a little joking around. I grabbed my wallet and keys from the table. After pulling my cell phone from the charger, I yanked the front door open. Then I slammed it shut, locked it behind me, and headed down the hallway.

I honestly didn't know where I was going. For about five minutes I stood outside, debating if I should get in my car, or walk somewhere. If I drove, I couldn't drink, and this night I needed a strong drink. I decided to walk, calling my friend Greg along the way to nowhere important. After making plans to stay at his place, I found myself standing in front of the usual drinking establishment of every college student for miles.

Big Ed's didn't suit me tonight. There were too many frat boys running in and out. I kept walking, hoping to find another bar. It shouldn't have been so hard in a college town, but somehow I didn't find another bar on that street. I didn't find one on the next street either. Soon I had walked all the way to a strip mall where a makeshift carnival had been set up. Thinking maybe they had some beer in there, I paid the five dollar entry and made my way inside.

Perhaps it was dumb luck, or my timing happened to be right, but I stumbled into a happy drinker that obliged me with a token for a free beer. Great! At least I was sure they had beer here somewhere. My quest for a drink led me to Excalibur. In reality, it was Excalibur's Lady, a small trailer serving beer from out of the side. I glanced around and noticed the entire carnival had an Arthurian theme.

I guess I had been so wrapped up in thinking about my fight with Emily, that I had ignored everything on my path here. In fact, I didn't even know where here was in the scheme of things. I had walked quite a distance, and hadn't paid attention to the path I'd taken. Maybe alcohol wasn't the proper thing to go after in this situation. Even though I could get Greg to pick me up, I thought it best if I were sober enough to tell him where the carnival was located.

As I glanced around, I noticed a small tent, set up to look like a knight's pavilion, off to the side. It wasn't lit very well, and I think the crowd distanced themselves due to this fact. Appearing worn and tattered, with layers of black lace strewn across the opening, the tent looked dark and forbidding. I had to laugh when I read the name Morgause on the sign outside. No wonder nobody wanted to venture inside. Who would want to sit and visit with the mother of Mordred?

"You gonna stand there all day, or you want some ale son?"

I turned to look at the older gentleman running the counter. For some reason I turned my gaze back to the tent. The sign claimed the usual about fortunes being read and the like, but it was the part about love advice that caught my eye. Maybe I wound up here for a reason. Not to be inconsiderate, as I wasn't holding up a line or anything, I had ignored the man selling beer behind me. His pestering voice called my attention back.

"Give this to the next person that comes by here," I said, slapping the token down on the counter. "Free one on me."

His brow furrowed into the most baffled of expressions, but I turned and headed for the dark pavilion. As I drew closer, I noticed the crowd didn't come close at all to this part of the carnival. Against better judgment, I took the last few steps toward the tent, and poked my head through the lacey opening. Surprisingly the tent looked a lot bigger on the inside than it alluded to on the outside. It wasn't even the customary table-and-two-chairs setup I was expecting from a fortune teller's tent.

"Anyone in here?" I asked quietly.

"I stepped out for a moment," a woman said from behind me, giving me a slight scare. Her hand slid across my back from shoulder to shoulder, soothing me back to a relaxed state. "Please come in."

I couldn't help but notice how beautiful the woman appeared. She had this dark, mysterious gothic look, one I normally didn't look twice at, but I figured she was in character. Her black hair flowed to the middle of her back, a few strands braided around the crown. I had grown up thinking that to be the normal medieval style, but I didn't have a clue about women's hair. She wore a red corset over a black dress, decorated with some of the same lace I stood in front of at the moment.

"Were you looking for something in particular?" the lady asked.

She turned to me, her electric blue eyes piercing the dim light of the tent. Her face appeared youthful and filled with a bit of mischief. I stood in the doorway still, working up the will to communicate a single word. In a fluid, almost water-like motion, this beautiful woman held up her hand. With a simple gesture of her fingers, she coaxed me into the tent. Her hand took mine, and she ushered me over to a plush cushioned seat.

"Surely something about my tent intrigued you this evening," the lady said, as she released a flap to cover the entrance. "Is it the future you're curious about? Secrets of the past you wish to unlock?" She turned and looked directly at me. "Or is it something much more difficult to grasp, like love?"

"I'm not sure why I came in here," I said. "I usually don't fall for this fortune telling stuff."

"I sensed that about you," the lady said. "Perhaps I can offer you something more reliable than smoke in a hollow glass ball."

"I don't even know how this all works," I said. "If I tell you something, you'll just use it back on me to make something seem like psychic advice."

"That's not how this works dear," the lady said. "The sign outside may seem like a gimmick to some, but it's as true as the sky is over our heads. Carnivals are for games and sideshow acts. I'm no more an act than I am the real Morgause."

"So what is your name?"

"My real name is Mirela," the lady said, as she sauntered over to where I sat. "The meaning of which is to admire, as I can tell you do now."

"I…" I looked away for a moment. "I'm sorry. It's just I find you attractive."

"I completely understand," Mirela said. "Most men do." She eased herself down onto the cushioned seat, uncomfortably close in my estimation. "Most men would do anything to be near me. Close to me." Her hand settled gently on my shoulder. "But alas, I have never known love from a man." With her other hand, she brought my chin around to face her. "I can see that you are in love. You have been for some time."

"I think I've screwed that up," I said.

"Love can be foolish at times," Mirela said. "That doesn't mean it has to end."

"She got so mad at me tonight," I said. "I mean we've fought before, but she never told me to leave or say she didn't want to look at me."

Mirela let her hand slide along my cheek. Her other hand teased my short hair. "Tell me about the one you love," she said. "Perhaps I can help you."

"Her name is Emily," I said, without giving it a second thought. "She's just got this young and playful energy about her, but she's smart too. Sensible. To think I almost didn't go for her."

"What was it about her that caused doubt?" Mirela asked, her fingers now tickling my neck.

"She wasn't exactly my type," I admitted.

"Not pretty enough for you?" Mirela asked. Now she slid her left hand down the front of my shirt. "Not easy enough?"

"No," I said. "None of that." I gazed into Mirela's eyes, and for some reason I wanted to tell her everything. "Emily is extremely beautiful. She has a pretty face, amazing eyes. Even her hair is dark, which I happen to like. She has an amazing body, lean and fit…"

"So what is it?" Mirela asked.

"She didn't fit the mold of what I usually date," I said.

"Ah," Mirela said. "And what mold is that?"

"Well she's short for one," I said. "I usually date girls around my height. And she's small in other areas. Like has a great body, but smaller package. I'm used to girls…" I glanced down at Mirela's grapefruit size breasts struggling beneath her corset.

"Fuller?" Mirela asked. "Like me?"

"Exactly like you," I said, picturing Emily's firm, yet smaller b cups. "I'm just used to a little more."

"Perhaps all you need," Mirela said, "is to see things from a different perspective."

"How so?"

"Learn to please, and find pleasure in, what you have," Mirela said. "I think perhaps I can help you."

Mirela leaned forward. I squirmed a bit as she stretched her body across my lap. She opened up a small box on the other side of me. As she searched through the box, something glimmered in the corner of my eye. I looked back to see the dim light of the room dancing off of a gold cuff around Mirela's ankle. It looked to be one solid piece, with no way to open it, and too small to slip over her foot; which I noticed was bare.

I marveled at the cuff, and then marveled at the fact this woman had been walking around the carnival barefoot. One would think a barefoot stroll around an empty parking lot would be insane. There could be broken glass, discarded metal, or a ton of other things scattered about out there. Yet her foot appeared unscathed, youthful as her face, and surprisingly not even dirty.

Mirela's squirming on my lap brought my attention up her body to the corset she was wearing. This garment also had some unusual qualities. While I was certain it was a back-laced corset, I saw no laces. Upon closer examination, I noticed a flap beneath her long black hair. I realized the laces were probably beneath it, covered by this flap. As Mirela pulled herself back across me her hair shifted, letting me see the most unusual aspect of the corset. Two tiny padlocks glimmered in the dim light. Her corset was locked on.

"I found it," Mirela said, drawing my attention.

"Found what?" I asked.

"My little black book," she said with a wink. "A collection of spells that will aid you in finding what you truly love about the woman you're with."

"I'm sorry," I said, laughing a bit. "Spells? You mean magic?"

"Precisely," Mirela said. "To be more precise, twenty of the most potent and time-tested spells centered around love and all of it's mysteries."

"That's a mouthful," I said, chuckling a bit.

"Do you love this Emily?" Mirela asked, her face becoming solemn.

"Of course," I said.

"And you wish to be with her for a lifetime?" Mirela asked.

"I think I do," I said.

"Then let this book aid you," Mirela said. "In it is the power to discover what makes your love stronger, or weaker. It will help you know for sure if Emily is the love you want, or even if there is another."

"How much money are you wanting?" I asked.

"One cannot buy love with coin," Mirela said. "Men and women alike have paid the ultimate price of death for the ones they loved. To put a monetary amount on such a thing seems preposterous."

"So more than I can afford?" I asked, chuckling again.

"My price is small," Mirela said, "but the book has a price of it's own if you misuse it."

"Well let's start with your price," I said.

"I simply want a kiss," Mirela said, her face ever somber.

"A kiss?" I asked. "Is this a joke?"

"Does it look like I'm one to jest?" Mirela asked, raising her left eyebrow.

"You're serious…" I said, straightening up. "What about Emily?"

"She'll never know you kissed a poor, single fortune teller at a carnival," Mirela said, with a smirk. "Besides, I'd be helping you both in the long run. I'll be able to tell if you really are in love as you say."

"So a kiss for a book?" I asked. "What's in it? Something like sex tips?"

"Something like that," Mirela said, smiling a bit more. "What do you have to lose?"

"Nothing I guess," I said, leaning forward to prepare for a kiss from this beautiful woman.

"Not so fast," Mirela said. "It has to be done a certain way."

In the back of my mind I thought about how this woman must have a sad life. She was so beautiful, but had probably lost her mind working in a carnival. It saddened me to see her working a back tent, pawning off sex books like a whore for a kiss from strange men. Most likely she was married to one of the men working the carnival, and probably had nothing but abuse to go home to. Still, I saw no reason not to oblige her with a kiss. Maybe that's all she had to look forward to every night.

"So how is it done?" I asked, playing along now with her silly game.

"Well first," Mirela said, "we must be arranged properly."

She edged herself closer to me, and then slid her left leg across my lap. After a bit of adjusting, she soon straddled me. She lowered herself down onto my legs. I couldn't believe what was happening. In the old days, I usually paid money for this kind of attention, and it usually wasn't this good. Here I had a beautiful woman straddling me, wanting to trade a kiss for a book.

"You hold the book like this," Mirela said, taking my hands up to her breasts. She put the book over her heart, and placed my hands directly over the book. "I have to say a spell now," she said, "and when I finish, we must kiss." She put her hands on my shoulders. "However, we must kiss as lovers do. You have to kiss me as you would Emily. Do you understand?"

"I do," I said, now getting into the game with her.

Mirela took a deep breath. Her breasts heaved beneath my hands. "This book holdeth power, great in reserve. The power to seek, the power to serve. Within it's pages this power doeth dwell. It lends itself out with each chanted spell." Her eyes came down to gaze into mine. "I grant you a piece of this power to wield. To let you find the love that this book may yield. This power I give must not be mistook. Or forever be bound to the will of this book."

Before I could even think about the words Mirela had spoken, her lips found mine. The book, my hands, and her breasts all became one item smashed against my chest. Her hands ran through my hair. The kiss we shared became passionate, our tongues mingling. I kissed her as I would Emily, and for some reason I didn't feel ashamed. If I had said I didn't want to kiss her from the moment I stepped into the tent, I would be lying. Never did I consider it actually happening, but it did.

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I didn't remember much more of that night. All I could think about was that kiss I shared with Mirela. I could still feel her soft lips moving against mine. The faint scent of her became a growing reminder to shower at Greg's place, before returning to Emily. I don't even remember the walk to Greg's apartment, but I know I got there some time around one in the morning. It wasn't until the following morning I remembered the book Mirela had slipped into the back pocket of my jeans.

Greg had left for the day, and I knew he wouldn't be back until after his one o'clock class. That usually didn't let out until half after two. It left me with an empty void of time, at least five hours, to kill. After going through Greg's stiff collection of movies, I found nothing I wanted to watch for the fifth or sixth time. Even his collection of video games didn't seem appealing today. I was about to get on his computer and mess around, when I remembered the book.

I wandered over to the couch, where I had dumped my jeans the night before, and picked them up to search the pockets. After fumbling around a bit, I pulled out my phone and the book. I checked my messages. Emily had not called. I slapped the phone shut, and tossed it to the side. Then I got comfortable on the couch, in nothing but my socks and boxers, and opened the small black book.

At first I thought the woman at the carnival had sold me some crappy book of love poems. It wasn't until I got to the third page that I realized they were spells; spells that rhymed to be more exact. Thinking it nothing but a cheap novelty gift, I tossed it to the side next to my phone. I knew it was some kind of gag. My next thought was that she made a fortune on them, but then I remembered something.

"At least I didn't pay for the stupid thing," I said with a laugh. Then I looked at the book again. "Oh, what the hell."

I took the book up in my hands again, and flipped to a random page. There were brief, cryptic descriptions of each spell, but I didn't get half of them. I kept flipping through the book. Some of the spells were long. Most of them were short. They all seemed to focus around the theme of romance and lovemaking. As I kept flipping through the book, I landed on a spell that sparked my interest.

"Refocused pleasure," I said to myself. "Speak this spell to prolong the time in your lover's arms."

I had to laugh at this. While Emily had said on a number of occasions how good I was in bed, every once in awhile she wished I could go longer. I guess most women wished guys could go longer. As I considered the possibilities of this spell actually working, I imagined going a few hours with Emily. If I managed to make up with her, I could make the make up sex fantastic beyond her wildest dreams.

I skimmed over the spell. From the way it sounded in my head, the spell took effect when the caster reached the top of their pleasure threshold. It hinted at putting the pleasure in another spot until you wanted it back. In fact, it appeared to leave a spot where the caster filled in the area they wanted the pleasure to go. Without thinking about it anymore, I set the book aside and jumped up to pop one of Greg's porno videos in.

The movie started up. Two girls were rubbing oil on themselves off to the side of a swimming pool. I started to get into the movie, and I had plenty of time to mess around with this spell. After making myself comfortable once more, I picked up the book. I held it for a moment, hesitant to test my theory. Then I thought of a failsafe place to refocus my pleasure, and I held the book up to read.

"This probably won't even work," I said, taking a deep breath. "Refocus my pleasure at its peak, unto my knee is the place I speak. There it shall stay to borrow time, until again I speak this rhyme."

Nothing. My knees felt the same as they ever did. Not only that, but my penis felt the same as it ever did, and it wanted attention. I stroked myself. My penis grew stiff and I absorbed myself in the video. Eventually I felt the inevitable buildup, and I focused for a moment on pulling out some tissues from the box on the table. Once I had a few in hand, I continued to work myself over the edge in tribute to these beautiful oiled up blondes going at each other.

All of a sudden, my hard penis went numb. It startled me, and I let go for a moment. When I touched it again, I found feeling had returned to it. I stroked some more, and I felt myself coming to the edge of a fantastic orgasm. A few more strokes later, and I stayed on the edge of a fantastic orgasm. I couldn't bring myself over the edge. Even stroking myself more rapidly failed to take me into the sweet state of pleasure spent.

"What the hell!" I said, jumping from the couch. "Did that stupid spell actually work?"

I looked around for the book, but I didn't see it on the couch. Thinking it may have slipped into the cushions, I lowered myself down onto my knees to check. This was perhaps the second worst mistake I made that day. As soon as my left knee hit the soft plush carpet of Greg's apartment, a sense of orgasmic pleasure coursed through my body. It took me off guard, and I slumped off to my right side.

As I recovered from the initial shock of having an orgasm through my knee, I instantly started to worry that I had ejaculated all over Greg's couch. I looked it over cautiously, every inch, but I couldn't find any signs that I had cum. There weren't even any signs on my now slightly stiff penis. Then I had the suspicion of checking my knee, but found nothing there. When I touched my knee, it felt like blood had rushed to the area. It was sensitive to the touch like my penis after orgasm.

"Okay…" I stared at my knee for a moment. "This is too weird."

I rose to my knees in front of the couch. While favoring my left knee, I dug through the cushions and found the spell book. I frantically flipped through the pages. By the time I had gotten to the page of the previous spell, I had risen to my feet. This was way too strange for me, and I had to change this back before I messed around anymore. I held the book open, and tried to concentrate amidst the laughing girls in the video behind me.

"Refocus my pleasure at its peak," I said. "Unto my penis is the place I speak. There it shall stay to borrow time, until again I speak this rhyme."

There was no sign of the spell working. It didn't worry me, as there was no sign before. I flopped back down on the couch. After getting comfortable, I tried to work myself up to another orgasm. The girls in the video helped, and I found myself on the edge once again. Suddenly my knee twitched, and became numb. A moment later, my penis twitched, and I barely got the tissues over it before I ejaculated.

"Wow," I said, catching my breath. "I can't believe that spell actually worked." I flipped through the pages a bit. "Some of these can be pretty useful."

I cleaned myself up a little bit. Then I crammed the book back into the pocket of my jeans. I had a thought to hide it better, but I doubted Greg would go through my jeans for a random search. The best I could do, is take a shower and get back to Emily. She still hadn't called, but that apartment was mine too. We would have to do something to get back to our normal lives, and I thought maybe this book could help with that.

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Emily was home when I got there. She sat alone on the couch, quiet, as if contemplating our relationship. I walked over to her silently, and sat down next to her. Not a single word was spoken between us, but she could detect my nonverbal apology. It didn't take long at all for her to let things go. I let things go as well, and we eventually fell into the one thing I had anticipated; making up.

We haphazardly worked our way into the bedroom, groping and clawing at each other. She had my shirt and shoes off by the time we reached the bed. I had just managed to work her baggy sweatpants, her usual attire for moping around the apartment, down past her knees. As she pushed me back onto the bed, she kicked her pants off the rest of the way. I maintained contact with her, keeping my hand on her smooth thigh.

"Wait here," Emily said, quickly pulling away.

I watched her scamper over to the dresser. She quickly whipped something out of the second drawer, and nearly skipped into the bathroom. The door shut, and soon I heard water running. I smiled. This was Emily's normal routine when she wanted to make the evening special. I could tell she was really into this tonight, and I had the opportunity now to make sure she would remember the night for a long time to come.

Reaching back, I jerked the spell book from my pocket, and flipped it open. The spell I used earlier was fantastic. It would allow me to keep Emily in ecstasy for hours. I had to think of a better place to refocus my pleasure though. Emily was bound to touch my knee at one point. I thought about it for a moment, and then the perfect spot came to me. She never touched my feet. I pulled my socks off.

I held the book up in front of me, and quietly read from it. "Refocus my pleasure at its peak --"

"I hope you're ready for this," Emily said, as the door to the bathroom eased open.

I took a deep breath as I looked toward her voice. She had slipped her left leg out from behind the door. Clad in sheer black nylon, from her thigh to the tips of her toes, Emily's leg shined as she slid it up and down. Without thinking, I blurted out the rest of the spell beneath my breath. The light to the bathroom went off, and the door swung open. I tossed the book away, noting that it landed somewhere on the other side of the bed.

"What did you say?" Emily asked, stepping out into the bedroom.

"I said you look amazing," I said.

I held my breath, hoping the spell had worked, because now I couldn't think of anything else other than giving Emily the pleasure she deserved. She really did look amazing. Emily went into the bathroom with a t-shirt and panties on. She came out wearing a red satin teddy, with frilly lace trim, matching bikini style panties and black thigh-high stockings. I'd never seen her wear the ensemble before, but now I was certainly glad she saved it.

She sashayed over, and sprawled out on top of me, straddling my legs. Her warm mound, hidden only by the thin satin layer of her panties, came to rest on the waistband of my jeans. My hands slid up her legs to her butt, gripping it tight, as I pulled her into me. I sat up. Her pelvis rested in my lap. She threw her arms over my shoulder, folding them behind my head. I looked into her eyes, as if apologizing once more, before kissing her soft lips.

"Oh Mitch…" Emily said, pulling back from the kiss. "I can't stay mad at you."

"I never want to fight with you," I said. "I'm sorry for what I said. It was stupid, and I'll never make fun of you like that again."

"Make love to me," Emily whispered, as she started to squirm on top of me.

"All night," I said, kissing her again.

My hands snaked up her back, running over the slick satin of her teddy. Emily reacted favorably to my touch. She pushed herself into me, grinding her hips against my lap. I traced up and down her neck with light kisses, as I ran my hands all over her. She leaned back, putting her hands on my legs. Her beautiful body heaved in the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

Soon her lips were back on mine. My tongue rolled over hers, as she invited it into her mouth. I ended the kiss with a light lick over her upper lip. She exhaled deeply. Her hands slid down my naked chest. They kept going, further down, until they were tugging at the button of my jeans. The waistband went slack, and Emily tugged until she had my jeans and boxers pulled down to my knees.

Emily pushed me back onto my elbows. Her left foot slid between my thighs. I felt her knee brush against my genitals. The soft material of her stocking felt amazing against my stiffening member. I hoped the spell took effect, as much more of this would send me over the edge too quickly. She pushed my jeans and boxers off slowly, letting her nylon-clad leg slide between my legs.

"Does that feel good baby?" Emily asked.

"It feels incredible," I said, pulling her to me. "You feel incredible."

Emily smiled as she straddled me once more. She moved her hips up and down, sliding the backside of her satin panties against my cock. Even if the spell didn't work, I wanted to give her something before I lost control. I put my hands on her waist, and lifted her up off of me, setting her down on the bed beside me. Then I slid down the bed, and rolled over to join her.

She had a bit of a surprised look on her face, but it faded quickly when I started kissing her inner thighs. Her legs trembled and twitched. She moaned quietly. Soon her whole body writhed from the teasing and titillating touch of my lips on her bare flesh. We locked eyes, as my fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties. The look she gave me showed she understood my intentions. Tonight was to be all about her needs.

Emily's panties slid with ease from her legs. In a matter of seconds I was back to kissing her down there. She fidgeted and moaned. The closer I got to her warm mound, the heavier her breathing became. I kissed around it. My hands ran over her legs, in and out. She reached out for me, but as my lips touched the center of her vulva her hands soon flew up into the pillows. Emily gasped, and let a breathy moan escape her lips.

I didn't want to stop once I started. Emily trembled, shook and thrashed her way to several orgasms. My jaw had actually started to get sore by the time she signaled she'd had enough. She rested for a moment, as I gently kissed her thighs again. Eventually she gave me that all-telling look. She coaxed me forward, having me crawl up between her legs. My throbbing member hung mere inches away from what I knew she wanted next.

"Do you want me to wear a condom?" I asked.

Emily shook her head. "Not tonight," she said. "I want to feel you inside of me."

Upon her request, I slowly eased my cock into her. We went slow at first, grinding a small bit as I thrust forward. Her tiny feet crossed behind my thighs. My arms slid under hers, locking her shoulders over my elbows. With each thrust I made, her satin teddy slid against me. We kissed several times, but as usual she tried to let me concentrate. After a few minutes I felt my own climax building, and I hoped one last time the spell had worked.

The spell did work. Right as I felt the inevitable feeling of ejaculation, the whole area around my cock went numb. I was prepared for it this time, and expected the feeling in my foot so much that I didn't even feel it. Soon the feeling returned to my cock, and it stayed at the edge of pleasure. I kept going, thrusting in and out of Emily. My rigid member maintained that feeling of being ready to spurt, but it never coming to fruition. It felt amazing, not only for me, but I could tell Emily enjoyed it as well.

Then I heard Emily giggle. It was odd, coming between moans and her usual banter of agreement with what I was doing. She adjusted her leg. Then she giggled again. I slowed my pace, wondering what had come over her. She shook her left foot, and then dropped her entire left leg to the side. Looking up at me, her eyes seemed apologetic; like she thought that I thought she was giggling at me.

"I think my foot fell asleep," Emily said.

"Really?"

"Yeah," Emily said. "I just had this weird feeling in it."

"I thought I'd done something funny," I said, smiling at her.

"No," she said, putting her hands on my chest. "You're like a freakin' rock star tonight."

"You want me to stop?"

"How about you let me play with you a bit?"

"Sounds good," I said. "What do you have in mind?"

Emily eased me back until I pulled out of her. Then she coaxed me to turn over onto my back. After a few moments she had slid down to a kneeling position between my legs. She grinned up at me, as she leaned toward my cock. Her soft lips came to a gentle rest on the head of my member. She kissed it, and then gently flicked her tongue over the tip. I groaned as she continued to plant light little kisses all over the length of my insatiable appendage.

Ten minutes into the most mind-bending blowjob I'd ever had, I started to rethink this whole refocusing pleasure idea. The truth was, I really wanted to cum. Emily had even overcome her reserve on tasting her own juices, just to attempt to return a bit of the pleasure I showered her with. She even looked a bit disheartened that she couldn't get me to orgasm. I think she may have even been up to swallowing that night, but I didn't dare ask her about it.

As I peaked for about the sixth time since she started sucking my cock, I was nearly on the verge of telling her about the little black book of spells. Right as I opened my mouth to say something, Emily groaned loudly. She ceased all contact with me, and leaned off to one side. Soon she had her hand on her left foot. She started rubbing it profusely through the nylon stocking.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"My foot keeps getting this weird feeling in it," Emily said. "Like it's asleep, but not."

"What kind of feeling?" I asked, sitting up from my daze of torment.

"Like it throbs," Emily said. "Almost pulses. It's hard to explain." She looked over at me. "It's almost like the feeling I get when I have an orgasm." Her head dropped down to look at her foot. "Weird…"

My eyes must've grown three times their normal size. Had I done this? I started to rethink the words I said when I cast the spell earlier that night. She was showing me her stockings at the time, teasing me with her foot outside of the bathroom door. It was her left foot, the one she'd been complaining about. Then it all came together for me. I had accidentally cast my orgasms into Emily's foot instead of mine. I needed to fix this!

"Remember this not, and make not a peep," I said.

"What?" Emily looked up at me strangely.

"Forget every thought, come now and sleep."

Emily's strange look became one of deep content. Her eyes fell shut. Her shoulders slumped. Then she simply collapsed and fell into me. I checked over her briefly, and found her to be completely asleep. Maybe I could switch this all back and claim we both fell asleep having sex. After easing her down gently beside me on the bed, I rolled over and frantically searched for the little black book. I knew I tossed it over here somewhere.

"Found you!" I said, pulling the book up to me. "I can't believe I screwed this up so bad the first time out."

I looked over at Emily. She seemed peacefully at rest. I didn't know exactly how long the spell would last, just that it had been memorized as a last resort. This was definitely a last resort. I flipped the book open and turned to the refocusing spell page. After a deep breath, I tried to focus. Then I read from the book out loud.

"Refocus my pleasure at its peak, unto my penis is the place I speak. There it shall stay to borrow time, until again I speak this rhyme."

My member was still stiff, and no doubt on the verge of orgasm. I lowered myself back down onto my back, and took my cock in my hand. Quickly I brought myself up to the edge, and expecting things to get weird, I aimed to power through it. Only nothing happened. I stayed on the edge of orgasm, without even a hint of going over. Emily stirred in her sleep next to me. Her left foot twitched and trembled.

"Well that didn't work," I said, bringing the book back up to me.

I flipped through several pages. Apparently that spell only worked within the confines of one person's body. I assumed casting my orgasm out of my body kept me from being able to cast it back in. Emily could possibly do it with a little twist on the wording. I thought for a moment about her casting my orgasms into the same place she had hers. That would most likely drive a woman crazy.

"No," I mumbled. "She can't know about this book."

I kept looking through the book. There had to be a spell where I could transfer my orgasm out of her and into me. This led me to looking at transference spells. One in particular stood out as a possibility. Perhaps with a bit of careful wording, I could make it work for this. The worst thought that came to my mind is having it not work. Never did I think about screwing things up worse than they were.

"Okay," I said, holding the book up. "This has to work." I took a deep breath, and put my hand on Emily's left foot. "Down is up. Up is down. The spirit's will be turned around. Right is left. Left is Right. Give back what's mine without a fight."

I stood from the bed. A bit of anger coursed through me as I looked at Emily's foot. Her damn little feet were what got me into this in the first place. Now my ability to orgasm, to have any pleasure, was stuck inside of one of them. She would never let me live this down. I held the book up, intent on making the spell work. Perhaps with more passion, I could do this. I cleared my throat.

"Down is up. Up is down. The spirit's will be turned around. Right is left. Left is Right. Give back what's mine without a fight."

I suddenly grew lightheaded. A sparkle of light glistened before my eyes. As I looked down at Emily's feet, I could swear I saw the left one glow for a moment. The book dropped from my hand. I stumbled around, attempting to go after it, but ended up kicking it under the bed. Soon the room was spinning and everything went dim. The last thing I remember seeing was the empty space of bed, next to Emily, rapidly approaching.

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It's rather hard to explain how I felt after that night. The closest I can come is to saying I felt weightless, although certain laws of nature still applied. There was a definite pull of gravity, and I certainly had boundaries. I just couldn't explain it all at the time. My sleep that night left me feeling invigorated. I slept soundly, without so much as a dream, but could hear something in the distance; somewhere beyond my perfect sleep.

The sound grew closer over time. I couldn't make it out at first, as if my ears were muffled somehow. That spell must have really done a number on me. I thought for a moment I was awake, but I didn't feel awake. The sound grew closer. It sounded almost like… water? It hit me everywhere! Cold, unrelenting waves of water came crashing over me from all angles. It felt as if I'd gone out into the Arctic Ocean during high tide. Then I heard the muffled sound of Emily's voice from somewhere above me, as my entire body felt like it was pulled from the water.

"Damn!" she said. "Why is it always so cold in the morning?"

After another few seconds, the water encased me again. I felt it everywhere, but this time a little warmer than before. It was washing over me at a steady and rapid rate. If it kept coming like this, I didn't know how I was going to be able to survive. What if I couldn't hold my breath? Then I realized I didn't have to breathe, in fact, I wasn't breathing at all. Whatever signal I had used before to smell, I found it no longer registered.

I decided to try something else. As I focused my mind on another of my senses, bright light began to eat away at the darkness. I could suddenly see, but what I saw made no sense to me at the moment. My eyes roamed over a seemingly vast expanse of white plains, refracted by the water rushing over them. To each side was a wall; the top of which I could not see. Another wall sat before me. As my eyes scaled this massive wall, they came across a large silvery disk. Was this the sun of this strange new world?

Then I realized this world was only new in perspective. Everything about it seemed familiar, as it was something I saw every day. I stood at the base of the bathtub in our apartment. The large silvery disk was the lever for the drain. I looked down, realizing at that moment I hadn't been seeing things with my own eyes, but rather an extension of what I had become. As a cute set of five lavender-coated toenails came into view, I realized I had become Emily's left foot.

"Or trapped in it!"

My words came as thoughts, echoing in a deep cavern of nothingness. I thought for a moment I could scream and perhaps Emily could hear me. For the next minute or so I screamed and yelled. I shouted. I yelped. I tried to focus myself in an attempt to project my voice to her somehow. Nothing I tried worked. She couldn't hear me. Emily had no clue what I had done, and I couldn't tell her.

"Because feet don't talk," I said, glumly to the darkness.

I retracted myself from the endeavor of trying to communicate to Emily. Somehow there had to be a way to tell her. I just had to think about it. As I assessed the situation, I took stock of what I could do as her foot. I could definitely feel. Though I had no logical representation of a body, all of the sensations around me could be felt as if I had retained my body. The water rushing over me felt like it normally would if I'd been the one in the shower. I merely felt it all over, rather than in one generalized spot.

I couldn't speak, or at least I couldn't speak outside of my new shell. There would be no way to communicate my thoughts to someone else. I could see, but this part seemed altogether strange. Though my sense of sight acted as if it normally would, I had a limited range to my viewing capabilities. More exactly, I could only see from the vantage point of Emily's foot. Taste and smell eluded me, though in my current state I hoped they continued to elude me. I assumed since I didn't have to breathe, I didn't have to eat either.

Then I started to think outside of the five senses. I started to wonder if I could somehow control Emily's foot. Perhaps if I could draw attention to the area, she might look into what's causing the problems. I focused, drawing all of my attention to one key area. If I could just do something out of the ordinary, Emily would have to notice. I just hoped that when she did notice, that she took the right course of action.

Emily shut the shower off. I hadn't managed to get her attention the entire time she was in there. By the time she had toweled off her small frame, I had grown desperate. Frantically, I tried everything I could think of, which in my current state didn't happen to be much. Emily had made it to the sink, and was drying her hair when I made my breakthrough. I somehow managed to focus all of my will on her toes, making them wiggle slightly.

It took quite a bit of energy for me to do it, but I knew this was the only course of action I had. I focused again, putting more effort into it. Emily's toes wiggled again, only this time a lot more than the first attempt. The signal had less effect than I intended. Emily merely shuffled her feet and adjusted her weight over to the left side. Oddly enough, I felt the pressure of this shift in weight. It wasn't that I felt crushed, but rather everything tensed up around me.

I tried once more to get her attention. I put everything I had into wiggling her toes. They wiggled, but at the same time Emily moved from the bathroom into the bedroom. She probably didn't even feel that attempt. As she turned to face the bed, I could see the little black spell book underneath it. I wanted to try to get her attention once more, but it took a lot out of me. It was like I had to retrain my mind to control a new body.

"Hey," Emily said, the muffled version of her voice returning. "You better wake up."

Suddenly I felt myself being lifted in the air. I felt light and free, but it soon faded as I came crashing down on my own butt. At least it used to be my butt. In light of everything that had happened, I didn't know if it would be my butt again. Emily shook me back and forth, in more ways than one, as she pushed my former body back and forth with my new body. My former body continued to feign sleep.

"Early class today," Emily said. "Get your lazy butt up. I have to student teach today."

Emily had taken her teaching career a bit more serious than I, as she landed herself a student teaching job at a local elementary school. I had the opinion that it could wait until after this current semester. It could wait until the last possible moment for all I cared. Like most things in my life that required commitment, I wasn't ready to rush into them. Emily was good for me in that way, pushing me to take initiative in various aspects of my life.

"Well…" Emily said, stepping back over to the dresser. "I'm not going to make you go to class. I'm not your mother."

It occurred to me at that moment, that maybe whatever resided in my former body, had no idea how to control it. Just as I had trouble controlling the small confines of my foot prison, a human body would take a lot more time to learn how to control. I wouldn't be surprised if the lazy lump was still there when Emily got home. Perhaps if my former self appeared as a vegetable, she would finally know something was wrong. I would just have to endure until then.

"Almost eight," Emily said, closing a drawer of the dresser.

"Five more minutes."

My own voice alarmed me for a moment. It had come from my body on the bed. He had learned to talk. Maybe he already knew how to talk? Had I somehow split myself up into two entities; one residing in my body and one in my girlfriend's foot? If he learned how to speak, how much more could he learn in one day alone? Maybe I could communicate with him somehow, if we were linked in some way.

"Suit yourself," Emily said, as she sat on the edge of the bed. "By the way… last night was incredible." She held up a pair of nude pantyhose. "We must've gone until we passed out from exhaustion."

My former body simply grunted on the other side of the bed.

"So I can understand if you're still tired," Emily said. "I think a shower will do you some good though."

I watched Emily's fingers dance, as she quickly bunched up the nylon material in her hands. As she pulled the material over me, I could feel every inch of it. The sensation it gave sliding over me, was like nothing I'd ever felt. Emily had moved over various parts of my body while wearing nylons, but this felt like she was sliding all over me. Yet, I felt none of the weight another human body would present. Instead, it felt light, like a tickling feather, only with the added sensation of nylon rubbing everywhere.

Emily ran her hands over me, smoothing the pantyhose. The new experience, mixed with the sensation of her delicate touch, brought me to the edge. I didn't know what it was the edge of though. Then I realized I could only be brought to the edge, and no further. Every sensation I felt today, had been close to orgasmic, but only close. At least I had possibly succeeded in giving my orgasms back to my former body. I guess it made sense. Feet aren't supposed to orgasm.

However, I was stuck feeling all of these pleasurable feelings, and having no means to enjoy release. It seemed to be more like a punishment, rather than anything enjoyable. That had to be it. I was being punished. I was being punished for bringing that stupid little book of spells into our lives. Somehow I would need to find a way to get rid of the book. Then maybe all of this would go away. I had to think of a plan, and apparently I had all day to do nothing but think.

I couldn't think. As Emily scooted around the bedroom, all I could feel was the friction between the carpet and my nylon-encased body. Needless to say, it took my mind off of anything meaningful. I started to muse on stupid things; like how I could say I was finally being supportive of Emily, or how flexible I had become. My mind just would not focus, and I had no more energy to try and get Emily's attention. If she only knew what had happened, I'm sure she and I would get a huge laugh out of all of this.

"I'll see you this afternoon," Emily said, slipping me, along with her right foot, into a pair of stylish black pumps. "Maybe we can… you know… if we're not too sore… tonight?"

After my former body grunted a somewhat accommodating response, Emily twirled out the bedroom door. She only twirled when she was happy. At least I had done that for her. I started to fear it was the last thing I had done for her as my former self. Then I chided myself for being so negative. Maybe something good would come out of all of this in the end.

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All morning long I stared longingly at the world from a foot's perspective. Everything appeared hazy, due to Emily's pantyhose acting as a thin film over what I could only call my eyes. With each step she took, I felt the sliding smooth friction of nylon riding on the padding of her shoe. I tried to concentrate on that shoe, thinking it would take my mind off of everything else around me. So for a few hours, all I looked at was the rounded leather toe of Emily's black pump.

The loud banter of school kids broke me out of my trance. Here I had been going to college to be around kids this age, and already the noise level drove me insane. Even through the muffled filter of not really having ears, the kids were extremely loud. Several of them ran to hug Emily, and I began to doubt if I would ever feel that action again. Then there was the klutz who actually managed to step on me… or rather her left foot.

Throbbing pain came from every angle. Even though the direct contact had come at Emily's toes, I still felt it underneath me, to the sides and behind. I embodied every part of the foot, and felt everything as a whole from the foot. There seemed to be no variation between where the pain came from and where it did not. I simply felt her foot around me, the good and the bad.

"Go take your seat," Emily said to one of the girls who rushed up to hug her.

The bell rang, piercing through the muffled filter. Sounds like that were more spot on for some reason. As the class settled into their seats, I settled into Emily's foot. From time to time I would work up the energy to wiggle her toes. It seemed to be getting her attention, as it apparently began to bug her. I tried to space it out, hoping I would stay on the fine line between irritation and a cry for attention.

So there I sat, completely torn from my life as a normal human. I had two less senses. There was no concept of limbs or any uniform body encasing me. I simply had become a foot. Not only that, but I was a foot constantly teased and aroused by the simplest things like pantyhose sliding over me. All day long I could feel the pleasurable feelings from Emily's nylons, but there wasn't any way to gain release from them. I began to fear I would fall into a lifetime of tease and denial, unable to even beg my tormentor for relief.

Hearing Emily discuss last night's escapades, with a fellow student teacher, did not help matters either. I had to relive the night before, while Emily went into minor detail about it. She underlined the highlights, and discussed what was good about it. Which according to Emily, happened to be the majority of the evening. So at least I had done something right before I made everything horribly wrong.

"Wow. He seems like a real stud."

"At least last night he was," Emily said. "He's never been like that with me before."

A slight pause flew in between their conversation. I took the moment to see if I could identify the other woman. The highest I could see of her happened to be her torso right before it disappeared behind the table above us. Even with Emily bouncing me, I mean her foot, up and down, I could barely make out what the girl had on. Her voice sounded familiar, but Emily had brought scores of women to hang out at our apartment.

"Well, if he ever has any extra energy, send him my way."

"Nice try," Emily said. "He's mine, and I'm not sharing."

I was slightly saddened that Emily shot down that prospect, but at the same time relieved. If it occurred during my present state, I wouldn't get to enjoy it. The thought of having that intruder in my body enjoying it, or just Emily alone, made me enraged. I shared the same sentiment as Emily; she's mine, and I didn't want to share. This had to be near the top of the list of dumbest things I'd ever done. I had to get out of this foot.

The rest of the day came as a blur. I tuned it out for the most part. Instead I tried desperately to come up with a solution to my problem. Every time I managed to pull together a string of thoughts, some form of erotic pleasure coursed through me. I just had to pick a day when Emily had to dress up. Any other day she'd be wearing socks and sneakers, or even sandals to class. I got stuck with the nylon prison instead.

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"I'm home!" Emily called out, as the door to our apartment closed behind her. "Mitch?"

"I'm back here."

I still had to get used to hearing my own voice in some other body. No… not some other body. It was my body, and I wanted it back. I could feel myself slip from Emily's shoe, and sink into the slightly plush carpet of our apartment. Emily let out a long sigh above. She curled her toes against the carpet. Suddenly it felt like I was fighting her; trying to gain control over her foot again. She gathered her shoes and headed for the bedroom.

"You would not believe the day I had," Emily said. "I'm starting to rethink this whole teaching career."

"I think you just need a warm bath and a hot meal," my former body said, coming from the bedroom to meet her.

"What have you been up to today?" Emily asked.

"Oh… this and that."

I cringed when Emily went to kiss my former self. At least I think I cringed. I don't know what you would call it, but I definitely had some ill feelings towards it. Did Emily not realize something was wrong? Did she not know she was kissing her own foot? How did this thing even learn how to control my body? Couldn't Emily tell I wasn't the same?

"Are you cooking?" Emily asked, pulling away from the kiss.

"Your favorite," my former body said. "Chicken parmesan."

"What's the occasion?" Emily asked.

I knew she was smiling. I couldn't see her face from my vantage point, but I knew that tone. She had used it the night before, right as we were ready… Oh no! Emily was serious about what she had said earlier today. She wanted to have sex again! I had to stop this. Frantically I set about wiggling her toes, pouring all of my energy into it. Emily stepped back and flopped down on the couch.

"What's wrong?"

"My foot has been bothering me all day," Emily said. "I think it's a muscle spasm."

"Did you injure it or anything recently?" my former body asked, as it joined her on the couch.

"A kid stepped on it today," Emily said. "But it's been like this since last night. It just feels weird all of a sudden."

Yes! I was getting through to her. Soon enough Emily would look into why her foot was misbehaving, and this problem would be solved. If only I could communicate more with her, I could point her in the right direction. She had to see that the imposter wasn't me. I had to warn her.

"You need me to get you anything for it?"

"No," Emily said. "I just have to take my mind off of it."

With that, Emily swept me under her other leg, and everything went dark. I could still hear the muffled sounds of them talking. The imposter mentioned something about cleaning the apartment all day. Emily seemed enthused about that, but she never let it be known that it was completely out of the ordinary for me. They continued to talk, mostly about Emily's day. Then the imposter claimed he would start doing more around the house on days she had to student teach. What the hell was happening here?

Before long I started to feel strange. In the darkness everything began to glitter and sparkle. I felt tingly all over, and parts of my existence were going numb. In a last desperate attempt to get Emily's attention, I put all of my energy into wiggling her toes. It did get her attention; only she wrapped her hand around her toes to stop them from wiggling. After a few more moments, even the sparkling lights went black. Then there was nothing.

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"This has been fun," Emily said, wrapping her arm around mine.

Everything seemed bright. Emily rose to her toes to kiss me on the cheek. It felt real. Her soft lips on my skin and the slight stickiness from her lip gloss; it all felt real. The bright lights were coming from the store front windows in the mall. It looked busy, like a Friday or Saturday night crowd.

As I continued to survey my surroundings, I felt myself being pulled into a store. Emily had this huge smile on her face. I'd never seen her so happy before. I started to feel happy for her; smiling, happy to be free from the prison that is her foot. It had all been a dream! Even being in a woman's clothing store, forced to carry bags for Emily, was a hundred times better than being a foot forever. I think I was happier than Emily at the moment.

"Could you hold my purse?" Emily asked, as she sifted through a rack of skirts. "Oh good! They have my size." She turned to smile at me. "And it's on sale."

I returned her smile. She turned back to the rack. After pulling the skirt, and another along with it, from the rack, she took off toward the dressing room. I casually wandered around, taking in the garments and the people around me. As I let the sleeve of a silky blouse slip between my fingers, I realized it was real. Everything was real, and I had been dreaming. I sat down in a chair next to the dressing room, and happily waited for my girlfriend to come back out.

"What do you think?" Emily asked, returning a few moments later dawning the skirt. She gave a little twirl, and then rocked back and forth in front of me.

"I like it," I said. "What about the other one?"

"It didn't fit right," Emily said. "I'll get this one, and then we'll stop by the shoe store before we leave."

"Sounds good," I said. "Any thoughts on dinner?"

"We'll just get something on the way home," Emily said, before disappearing into the dressing room.

After paying for the skirt, we wandered through the mall a bit more. The smell of pretzels from the food court, along with the screams of children playing, gave me no doubt I had awakened from an odd, but horrible dream. The children yelling didn't even bother me as much as it had in my nightmare. I got distracted watching the various people walking around the mall. Emily had to come tug me to get me to join her at a store I had walked past.

"You seem distracted," Emily said, pulling me into the store.

"I was just thinking," I said.

"About what?"

"Us," I said. "I'm just happy. I thought I'd lost you."

"After our fight?" Emily asked.

"I had this crazy dream," I said. "I bought this book of spells, and somehow trapped myself in your foot."

"Sounds kind of funny," Emily said.

"It was terrible," I said. "I mean, I was a part of you, but I could never be with you again." I noticed she was looking at me with a bit of concern. "I just don't ever want to have that feeling again."

"You won't," Emily said. "Everything's fine now."

"Everything is fine," I said, giving her a smile. "I'm with you, and I'm happy now."

"Well I'm happy too," Emily said, as she eased me into a chair in the middle of the store. "Which is why I brought you here."

"What does the mall have to do with anything?" I asked.

"Not the mall, silly," Emily said. "Here. As in this store."

"I don't understand," I said.

"You'll see," Emily said. "I got you something special. I hope you like it."

"Oh, Emily!" A young saleswoman came over to greet my girlfriend. "We just got it in today. I think he's going to look really cute in it too."

"Is it what we discussed?" Emily asked.

"Every bit of it," the saleswoman said. "Why don't you slip those off, and I'll bring your new pair up from the back?"

"Sounds good," Emily said. "I think I want to wear them home."

"Very well," the saleswoman said, as she slipped into the back room.

Emily sat next to me, giving me a sincere smile. Before I could start up a conversation with her, the saleswoman returned from the back. With little effort at all, she carried with her an enormous shoebox. The box looked to be over three times her size, and yet she carried it like it was as light as a normal box of shoes. At first I didn't understand. Why was this normal to everyone else in the store?

The saleswoman pulled the lid from the box. She reached inside and pulled out a giant sandal. It had a platform wedge heel made of cork, with pink straps and lining. I laughed when I saw the ridiculous size of the prop. This had to be a joke! Emily must have heard me talking in my sleep about being a foot. I bet she had her friend set this all up, using the shoe store as a stage for some hidden camera show.

"Is it not to your liking?" the saleswoman asked.

As I continued to laugh, the saleswoman tilted her head toward me. I put my hand to my mouth as I shook my head. Emily put her hand on my thigh. After a few light pats from her, I composed myself enough to make it through this practical joke. The saleswoman looked over to Emily for reassurance. Emily just smiled pleasantly at her.

"It will do fine," Emily said. "He'll look very pretty in his new outfit."

I nearly choked after hearing Emily's last statement. Before I could gather what had transpired here, I found myself on my back looking at the ceiling. The young, pretty saleswoman came into view above me, as Emily leaned in on the other side. I tried to move, but I had no control. It felt like the first time I had realized I was inside of Emily's foot. I was still me, but trapped inside of her.

Soon the giant pink straps of that wedge sandal slipped past my head. My arms felt restricted as the straps moved down my body. Before I lost complete control of my senses, I managed to glance down my body toward Emily. She smiled as she looked down at me. Her toned leg protruded from my midsection. I could not decipher where her ankle ended and where I began. I had become her foot again.

"They look fantastic Mirela," Emily said.

"I thought you would like them."

The name. That voice. It was all familiar to me. Had the woman at the carnival been in on this all along? Did Emily somehow team up with her to trap me like this? No! This had to be a dream; perhaps a dream inside of a nightmare. I had to wake up, but what would I wake to? My eyes filled with tears as I looked up at Emily. Mirela stood next to my girlfriend, smiling down at me.

"It's time for you to go back to where you belong," Emily said. "It seems I got my wish, but in a rather peculiar way. Instead of being beneath my feet, you're one of them." She smiled as she ran her hands over my body and the pink straps of her sandal. "At least now you'll know what it's like to be smaller than me." She turned to face the woman from the carnival. "Thank you Mirela. I don't know how I'll ever repay you."

"My price is small," Mirela said, as she caressed Emily's cheek with her fingertips.

I tried not to watch as the two of them locked lips. However, I had no control. Not even my eyes would shut as I watched the two women kiss. They kissed passionately, like two lovers who had been away for years. I found it increasingly erotic, as my girlfriend shared an intimate public display of affection with the sultry woman from the carnival. Sexual tension and pleasure built within me, leading me to a dark pit of no relief. The image of my girlfriend, together with my captor, would forever torment my dreams.

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"How does that feel?"

As the image of myself became clearer, I realized it wasn't me at all. At least I wasn't me, but rather still imprisoned in Emily's foot. Emily simply purred from somewhere above and behind me. My old fingers moved over her foot, or rather over me, and at once I felt pleasure and frustration together. Whatever that monstrosity was that filled my old body, now had his hands on my girlfriend. With all my might I wiggled her toes, showing my displeasure in the situation.

"Remember this not, and make not a peep."

"What did you say honey?" Emily asked, as she sat up a little straighter.

"Forget every thought. Come now and sleep."

Suddenly Emily's body went limp. I started to panic as I realized the thing in my old body had put her to sleep. He used the same spell I had memorized; incase anything went wrong with one of the spells. Everything around me began to grow dark. My sight became fuzzy, and I felt powerless. If he had put Emily to sleep, that meant that I would soon be joining her. As soon as I came to that conclusion, my old body looked down at me. His eyes sparkled in the light of the television.

"The body may rest, but shared spirits may stay," he said, as if speaking directly to me. "Awake for the moment, to hear what I say."

The moment he spoke those words I felt alive and fully awake. He casually checked Emily to see if she was asleep. When he was satisfied with her lack of awareness, he focused on me again. His eyes moved over me, as if studying the remarkable position I had gotten myself into. He knew about our switch. He had to know.

"I bet that feels good, doesn't it?" he asked, as he continued to rub his hands all over me. "You never had the decency to rub her feet while you were in this… body." He looked over my old body, as if repulsed by it. "Wiggle her toes if you can understand me."

I did as he asked, wiggling her toes as best I could.

"You don't have very much control over your situation," he said. "It isn't surprising though. You are a foot after all." He looked thoughtfully at Emily, and then back at me. "At least you're stuck in her. She's very beautiful, isn't she?"

I wiggled her toes to show my agreement.

"It's a good thing I found that little black book you left behind," he said. "Perhaps I can even help you get back to your old life."

I couldn't believe it! This guy was actually on my side. I wiggled Emily's toes again to show my elation with his words. He could help me. If he could find the right spell, we could be back to ourselves in no time.

"At first I thought I would enjoy being in this body," he said. "It didn't take me much time at all to get used to the thing." He let out a sigh as he looked at Emily. "The only problem is… well… I'm a foot. I've spent my whole life obeying the commands of Emily. I'm simply lost in this new world." He looked down at me again. "The truth is, I'm not happy where I am, and I can only assume the same for you."

I wiggled Emily's toes feverishly to his last statement.

"I understand," he said. "I'd like to help you get back into me, and I'd like to go back into you." He shrugged. "But in order to do that, we need to think like our old selves." He paused for a moment, as if looking for a way to approach the subject. "You see… I've spent my whole life obeying her. You've spent your whole life with free will. When you cast that spell on me, giving me your pleasure, you awakened something inside of me." He smiled. "I wanted to experience what you had outside the realm of her little foot."

I could understand his need to experience something different than Emily's foot. I'd been trapped in here less than a day and I already wanted out. He continued to massage me. It felt good, but at the same time stirred sexual feelings. I didn't like a man touching me, but I also couldn't fight him off either. If I could find some form of relief I could forget what was happening.

"When you put yourself into me, you gave up a bit of your free will," he said. "While you put Emily first, what you were really doing was obeying her wishes. That's why I think it was so easy for us to switch. Our minds were attuned to it already." His eyes grew wider. "That's when I realized we have to get our minds to agree to switch back!"

What was this guy saying? Minds agreeing to switch back? Did I dip into my friend's secret stash before I came home last night? I don't remember being high the day before, but I could have forgotten smoking something too. This guy wasn't making any sense to me.

"So I think you have to learn to be obedient to Emily," he said. "Stop fighting her, and listen to what she wants." He smiled proudly. "I spent my whole life as her foot. All you have to do is listen to her needs, and be a little selfless. I've already got the free will you parted with, and I'm able to adapt my mind to this body. You just have to adapt to being a foot and we'll be able to switch back!"

It made sense. He could clearly go and do as he pleased, and that showed he had the mind to be human. I had to learn how to be a foot. Feet didn't have minds of their own. This guy was right. I had to let go of my former self for a while, and let Emily have control over me. That's probably what the dream meant; maybe what the woman at the carnival meant. I just had to listen to Emily's needs for a short time.

"It's still going to be hard for me," he said. "I've spent my life being obedient, and all day I've been fighting the urge to be Emily's doormat." He sighed. "But I'll try my best to get us switched back. Are you willing to give it a shot?"

I wiggled her toes with all the strength I could muster.

"Okay then," he said. "The first thing you're going to have to do, is fight the urge to wiggle her toes when she doesn't want them wiggled." He laughed lightly. "You should work on that. Only do it when we talk. Okay?"

I wiggled her toes lightly to show I understood. It was hard saying goodbye to my only visible form of communication. I knew I wouldn't be able to say anything to Emily anyway, but I liked having the option. If I focused on being her foot for awhile, maybe I could talk to her once again. From that moment on, I made a silent vow to do my best to get my old life back. I had to, if not for me, then for Emily.

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Not only was it hard to say goodbye to taking control of Emily's foot, but it was also hard learning to keep opinions to myself. The more I listened to and obeyed Emily's commands, the more I struggled to agree with them. The fact was, I wanted to argue with her. Looking good, especially for my former self, seemed to be a huge deal to her. This included everything from head to toe. Unfortunately I was down in the toe category.

Emily seemed to think that even keeping her feet looking cute seemed to be important to me. Personally, I hardly looked twice at her feet. I mean, they were okay. She had pretty feet, but I never thought twice about them. Day after day I found myself disagreeing with her approach. She didn't need a pedicure to draw attention to them, or feel good about herself around me. She didn't need new shoes to showcase them for me. Still she was obsessed with putting the effort into her feet.

Almost a week went by before I realized what was going on. Mitch, or rather my old self, had started paying more attention to her feet. That was why Emily put more effort into them. I couldn't blame him, as he used to be a foot, but he was making it harder for me to keep level headed down there. Maybe that was all part of the plan though. Perhaps he put more focus on her feet to help me learn how to be one of them.

The day after I came to this realization, happened to be the hardest test on my will thus far. Mitch, I mean my old self, decided to take Emily out for a day. He made the day all about her. We drove through the countryside of Vermont, one of her favorite things. She loved when the trees started changing colors. Sadly, I didn't get to see much of anything; being practically stuck to the floorboard of the car for what seemed like hours. For some reason, I found it relaxing, because Emily found it relaxing.

Eventually we found ourselves in the mall in the early afternoon. I didn't fight the strain of walking that much, as I had been so relaxed during our drive. Normally, I would begrudgingly obey the commands that rang in my head. They all came with the sound of Emily's voice; "Support her.", "Don't let her fall.", "Move elegantly.". It was amazing to find how difficult a foot really has it during a normal day. They kept pretty busy, and constantly had to take orders just to get around.

Emily strolled into a shoe store, with Mitch casually walking in behind her. I was happy to find that Mirela was nowhere to be found in this store. Instead, a young man helped Emily with her selection of shoes. It felt strange being held by another man. Their fingers weren't as delicate as Emily's were, and they seemed to not beat around the bush. The young man held me firmly, as he slipped a shoe over Emily's toes.

"Oh I really like these," Emily said. "What do you think Mitch?"

She held me, or rather her foot, up toward my old body. Suddenly my mind was filled with commands. So many of them flooded in, I could hardly think. I realized I would just have to "do" instead of fight it. I had to obey. It was my only shot of getting out of this foot. Emily's voice filled my mind.

"Flex. Look cute. Try to be flirty. I think Mitch will like these. Look cute for Mitch."

Emily's thoughts surprised me. As my former self shared his approval, I tried to figure out why Emily sought such approval for such a lowly part of her body. I mean, she walked on me for crying out loud. My thoughts quickly faded, as Mitch asked to see her walk in them. Suddenly my mind was filled again with thoughts of "looking cute" and "support her", as Emily sashayed around in front of my old body. I realized I could no longer fight with Emily's will. She had finally won control over me.

"What would you like to eat tonight?" Mitch asked.

"Let's go to that new Italian place," Emily said, a smile obviously present in her voice.

"Sounds good," Mitch said.

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"Did you have fun today?" Mitch asked.

Emily lay next to him in our bed. "I loved the ride through the country," she said, as she wormed herself closer to my old body. "We should do that again before winter."

"I'd like that," Mitch said.

"The restaurant was good too," Emily said. "I can't believe they had dancing there."

"You were the prettiest woman on the dance floor," Mitch said.

I could hear the sound of them kissing somewhere above me. This guy had grown more free-spirited, and it began to worry me. We needed to switch back soon. If we kept this up any longer, he'd be having sex with Emily. I tried to shake the thought of a foot having sex with my girlfriend out of my mind. It didn't seem natural. My old body moved away, as if reading my mind.

"Remember this not, and make not a peep. Forget every thought. Come now and sleep." Mitch said, rather quickly. "The body may rest, but shared spirits may stay. Awake for the moment, to hear what I say."

It seemed like he had memorized that spell as well. He probably used it as a last ditch thing to have if Emily ever suspected he wasn't me. I felt a little bit of pride that the new me thought a bit like the old me. My former body situated himself foot to head with Emily. His face came into view, but he was upside down. Slowly he moved his head up so that we could almost see eye-to-eye; that is if I had eyes. He gave me a thoughtful smile.

"I've noticed quite a bit of improvement in your attitude towards this whole switch thing," Mitch said. "Won't be too long until we're able to switch back."

"Yeah," I thought. "Won't be long at all until I put you back where you belong. Then I won't have to listen to your musings anymore."

"Have you at least enjoyed your time in there?" Mitch asked. "I mean it really is a different perspective from down there. I kind of miss the feeling of being encased with socks and hose. Don't you just love that feeling?" He smiled down at me. "And don't get me started on the shoes."

I never knew feet could be so annoying outside of their normal place in life. Did they all share this sunny disposition? I mean, being against the ground all day, didn't really make you that special. It definitely didn't do anything for quality of life issues. I was just glad I couldn't smell or taste down here. I hated to think what torture that would be.

"I have to admit," Mitch said. "It's hard being a man. I mean it's kind of interesting that we can take so much. My body is tired and a little sore from driving all day, but you…" He started to knead his fingers along my sole. "The walking. The dancing. You must be completely exhausted. I mean, you're just one little part of the whole."

I sighed inwardly in my mind. His massage felt good. It honestly did. However, I hoped he would stay on target and soon return to the matter at hand. He just had this annoying knack for going off on rabbit trails. Perhaps it came with seeing everything as a new experience. All of that seemed like yesterday's news to me though.

"But you gotta admit," Mitch said. "Being a foot is fun too. I guess I don't have to tell you that. Are you sure you even want to switch back after this experience?"

"Hell yes I want to switch back!" I was practically screaming inside of my mind.

"I guess it's time anyway," Mitch said. "It couldn't last forever." He paused for a moment and held me in his hands. His eyes focused intently on me. "Just give me a little wiggle if you're ready to switch back."

I gladly went to wiggle Emily's toes. That's when the problems started. They wouldn't move. I tried harder, only straining myself until it started to hurt. For what seemed like minutes, I tried desperately to wiggle just one of Emily's cute little toes. I couldn't do it. I couldn't get anything to move; not even a twitch. Mitch simply nodded, and put me carefully back down on the bed.

"I understand," Mitch said. "It'll take some getting used to, but I can learn to live in this shell." He rose from the bed and looked down at me. "I guess you just love being a foot as much as I loved it."

"I don't love it stupid!" I screamed in my mind. "You have got to be kidding. Get me out of this now!"

Mitch pulled the little black book from his pocket. That damn little spell book was the master of all evil. It not only got me into this, but now it had somehow made Mitch too stupid to get me out of it. He sat back down beside me. His hand fell gently on my side. With a thoughtful smile he opened the book to the exact page he wanted.

"It's hard not to fall in love with being a foot," Mitch said. "Trust me. I know." He patted me with his empty hand. "I'll try my best to live the life you wanted. Not only for me, but for Emily too. Are you sure you don't want to switch back?" He watched me for a moment. "Just wiggle one toe, and we'll switch."

"I can't wiggle her damn toe!" my mind screamed. I fought and fought, but I couldn't get a thing to move. I couldn't even give a small shudder in his hand. My spirit gave up, as if slumping back to sit against the wall. Only my wall happened to be Emily's heel.

"Very well," Mitch said, turning his focus to the book. "Lost without a trace. Gone with all disgrace. Forfeit what he was, and set me in his place."

"What the hell is he doing?" I asked in my dejected mind.

"Release what he once knew," Mitch continued to read. "Make him start anew. Losing what was his, and thinking it untrue."

"Was this spell even in the book that witch gave me?"

"Replace the mind he used. Over time to be confused." Mitch looked down at me. "With flesh that has no will. His spirit now be fused."

A glow came into view to the left of me. At the moment I realized the glow emanated from my old hand, I felt a tremble. That tremble soon became a shudder as a sound not unlike thunder clapped all around me. Just as quickly as it had appeared, the light was gone. Mitch removed his hand from me. He smiled, and soon jumped from the bed. I found his actions quite startling.

"It worked!" Mitch said, as he came rushing back to the bed. "I can't believe it worked."

He produced a mirror and held it directly in front of me. I gazed into the mirror, unsure of what had gotten Mitch all excited. All I saw was a foot. I had to admit, Emily's foot did look cute. She had gone for a pedicure a few days ago, and had her nails French-tipped. Everything looked so soft and delicate. At least the prison I lived in happened to be a pretty one. I guess I had never noticed how lovely Emily's feet were.

"I just wanted you to see how pretty your new… permanent exterior was," Mitch said.

"My what?!" my mind shouted.

That's when I realized my new voice, or at least the voice in my mind, was now feminine. It wasn't Emily's voice, but rather my own unique voice. I couldn't even begin to get my mind around that new development at the moment. This guy had just said "permanent" when he referred to the image in the mirror. What the hell had he just done to me?

"You see…" Mitch said, still holding the mirror in front of me. "I liked being in this body the very moment I woke up the other day. Such freedom!" He looked down at me. "I mean I'm still planning on being considerate to Emily's needs, but being her foot was nothing but obey, obey, obey."

I tried with all of my might to wiggle my toes. It was the only thing I could think of to show displeasure. However, they still wouldn't move. Did he really think he would get away with this?

"Yes," Mitch said. "To answer your question… I did get away with it." His lips turned up into a wicked grin. "This whole time I have been able to read your thoughts. Call it a fluke, or being in tune to what I used to be. Hell, you could even say you gave me a piece of you when our spirits switched. Whatever the case may be… I've been planning to take your body this whole time."

"You worthless piece of shit!" I screamed at him in my mind.

"Now, now," Mitch said. "That's no kind of language for a lady."

"I'm not a lady!"

"You're right," Mitch said. "You're a lady's foot." He chuckled. "And since you're a lady's foot, I thought you should have a more feminine persona." He reached out and gently moved his finger up and down my sole. "I think I'll start calling you Elle. You know… Elle for left?" His teasing laugh was maddening.

"Don't touch me!" my mind screamed. "Get your hand off of me."

"Oh Elle," Mitch said. "You and I are going to become rather much acquainted." He continued to run his finger over me. "You see… I really like feet, seeing as how I was one for almost twenty-three years."

"Why did you do this?" my mind asked for me.

"Technically… you did this," he said. "I didn't plan for us to switch. You can chalk that up to some cosmic joke or accident. But once we did switch…" He smiled again. "I just had to keep what you gave me. The hardest part was getting you to obey Emily. In order to make this a permanent arrangement, you had to think like I once did."

"Couldn't you at least take some other body and gotten me the hell out of here?"

"I thought it would be better this way," Mitch said. "Taking someone's body could've been messy. But who's going to miss the spirit of someone's foot?"

"Feet don't even have spirits!" I screamed.

"Normally they don't," Mitch said. "Unfortunately, you gave me one when you dumped your little pleasure denial buildup into me. And what a feisty spirit it was." He chuckled again, as he continued to run his finger up and down my side. "How's that going for you anyway?"

"You bastard…" my mind said. "You know I can't get off in here. You know everything I've thought since day one."

"I find it rather ironic," Mitch said. "Not only are you spending the rest of your miserable life in an object of sex for a large portion of men, but you also can't get any gratification from it. What on earth possessed you to put your orgasms in Emily's foot, and then do a body switch spell to fix it?"

Mitch shook his head when he got no answer from me. For a long moment there was a tense silence in the room. Nothing I could have said would've made a difference. He'd put me in this position, and didn't plan on getting me out.

"You don't have to talk to me Elle," Mitch said. "I'd like for us to keep a working relationship, but the truth is that's just not possible."

"What do you mean?"

"Over time, as I become more adapted to your body, I'll lose the ability to hear your thoughts," Mitch said. "At least that's what Mirela told me. She told me a lot of things." He held up the spell book. "Good thing her name and address was on the back of this thing."

"If I ever get out of here, I'm killing you and that worthless bitch."

"That's just it," Mitch said. "You won't ever get out, and soon you'll have nobody to talk to. You'll have to get used to being a foot, but I'm willing to talk to you about it for as long as I can."

"I have nothing to say to you."

"Suit yourself," Mitch said. "You're going to be there for a while." He continued to run his finger over me. "Emily's young, and your spirit will live as long as she still has hers. Hopefully it won't live longer." He looked over to Emily's face as she started to stir. "It seems we'll have to continue this conversation another time. Emily's going to wake soon."

"You'll pay for this… I swear it."

"Perhaps," Mitch said. "But in the meantime, we'll have some fun times Elle. I just know it."

"Honey…" Emily said, as she woke in a somewhat groggy state. "Who are you talking to?"

"Not a single person," Mitch said. "You must've been so tired from our day. You just fell asleep while we were talking."

"Oh," Emily said. "I'm sorry. I'm awake now though." Her voice had a hint of seduction embedded in it.

Mitch leaned forward and put his lips against me. It felt odd referring to Emily's foot as "me", and this creep had his lips right where the top of the foot dips toward the toes. Kissing me there felt dirty, like he had gone down on me. His kiss seemed sincere, but I think it was meant that way for Emily, rather than myself. He moved to the head of the bed to talk to my… former girlfriend.

"I've been thinking a lot lately," Mitch said. "I know we said we'd wait until college is over to make any decisions, but…"

"What is it?" Emily asked.

"Emily," Mitch said. "My sweet Emily. Will you marry me?"

"Wow…" Emily said. "This is sudden."

"Life is too short to let moments like this pass," Mitch said.

I wanted to gag. This Mitch was clearly not me. Emily had to see it. She had to somehow look for a reason why he acted this way. Perhaps then she would find that stupid spell book. Then I could get out of this situation and put Mitch in his place. That's when I realized I referred to my old body as Mitch. I was no longer Mitch, but Elle. That bastard had even changed my mind to go with this horrible torment.

"I have to admit Mitch," Emily said. "You've really changed these past several days. You haven't teased me. You're more attentive." She sighed. "I mean, I know you said you'd change, but you actually did. I kind of like that."

"You changed me," Mitch said. "You've made me complete, and I want to share my life with you. Marry me."

"Well…" Emily said, pausing for a rather long moment. "Okay!" She nearly squealed the words. "Let's do it! It's crazy, but I want to do it. Let's get married!"

"I love you Emily," Mitch said. "Everything about you. From head to toe."

"I love you too," Emily said.

The sound of them kissing again took me over the edge. Not only had Mitch stolen my life, but now he actually had stolen my life. I would've never admitted it to Emily, but she was my life. I loved her dearly, and would've done anything for her. Now this bastard had her all to himself, at least most of her. He would never have me.

"You've made me so happy," Emily said. "Let me make it up to you. Anything you want. Just name it."

I could hear Mitch whispering to her. He probably wanted sex with her now. I cringed at the thought. Even though I used to be Mitch, I couldn't handle him wanting to have sex with Emily. A little piece of me died inside just thinking about it. They continued to kiss, giggle and whisper.

"Really?" Emily asked. "That's what you want?"

"If you're comfortable with it," Mitch said quietly.

"I've never really considered it," Emily said. "I'm kind of surprised."

"If it's too much to ask…"

"No," Emily said. "I'd be happy to do it. I just never knew you were into that. Heck, I didn't think you liked them."

"I love them," Mitch said. "I love every part of you. It's not too weird is it?"

"Not at all," Emily said. "I don't mind new experiences. Sounds kind of fun."

She started to giggle as both of them rustled around on the bed. My head started spinning. Then I realized it wasn't my head. It was me, Emily's left foot, moving around as the two of them got situated. I didn't even want to know what this jerk wanted Emily to do. Somehow I wished I could tune this whole thing out. If I could breathe, I could've held my breath until I passed out, but no such luck.

"I've never done anything like this before," Emily said. "So don't hold it against me."

"Oh…" Mitch said. "I'm going to hold it against you."

The two of them started giggling again. The more I listened to their flirtatious conversation, the more I wanted to be distanced from this event. That's when I realized I was to be an integral part of said event. I finally settled on something soft. It felt like I was suspended in the air, but held firmly around the heel. Then I realized it was Mitch's hand on my heel, and I could see his face come into view.

"You sure this is what you want?" Emily asked.

"Oh I'm sure," Mitch said. "This, and maybe a little more." He winked.

"Well after this…" Emily said. "It's my turn."

Mitch drew closer to me, and Emily's right foot came to join us. Soon I felt something rub over my sole. It wasn't until it glided under my arch and slid between me and Emily's right foot, that I realized what was happening. Mitch's penis, my old penis, slid between Emily's feet. It slid between me, Elle, and R. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Everything had practically come full circle.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this," Mitch said.

"All you had to do was ask," Emily said. "I could've done this instead of that first hand job I gave you."

"Hindsight," Mitch said, chuckling. "We can always look to the future."

"Yes we can," Emily said. I could hear the smile in her voice. "Our future together."

This couldn't be happening! Why would Mitch literally rub my "face" in the fact he was taking over my life? As a last ditch effort I called out for Mitch to stop. He had to show me a little bit of sympathy. That's when I realized he didn't have to show me anything but my old penis rubbing over my instep. It was no use. My thoughts were soon flooded with directions from Emily.

"Be cute. Bring Mitch pleasure. Be pretty. Be gentle. Work together with the right. Try to be sexy for him. Show him how much I love him."

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