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Reversal Rings IV: Family Life
by Morpheus
Contact the author at morpheus@phuze.com
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The Old Man sat in a well decorated back room, upon an old, but comfortable looking chair. He sat forwards, staring intently into a mirror lying flat on the small table in front of him. A large dog sat next to him, watching curiously as he stared at the mirror.
The image in the mirror shifted, showing the inside of a pawn shop. Slowly the image focused in on the glass case, then to the rings on display within. "Aha" the Old Man muttered. Smiling, he muttered a word, and one of the rings on display, a rather plain looking gold one vanished from the image, reappearing on the surface of the mirror. The Old Man picked it up, then absently set it aside.
The mirror immediately began shifting again, showing a bedroom in what was obviously a wealthy home, then the image zoomed in onto a jewelry box sitting in a corner on the dresser. Many rings and necklaces were seen, all obviously expensive. The Old Mans eyes went to one ring in particular, less expensive looking than the rest. A bright gleam showed in his eye as the Old Man once again muttered the word, and the ring moved to the surface of the mirror.
Picking both rings up, he held them to the light, oblivious as the mirrors image reverted to that of a normal mirror. Inspecting them carefully, he determined that they were both in good condition.
Chuckling, he looked over at the dog, who was staring at him intelligently, curiosity visible in its eyes, "I hated to see these two separated" the Old Man said, still chuckling.
"Now, What to do with them?" he mused to himself. For a second or two, he considered the idea of giving them back to Kevin and Susan, but quickly decided not to. At least not yet. Smiling, he had something else in mind first.
Tiredly, Carl Davis finished closing up the store and started for home. Managing a grocery store wasn't a glamorous job, but it paid the bills, and at least he found he enjoyed his job. Sometimes the customers were a real pain, but most of the time, he liked working with the people. The only problem were the smart ass teenagers that worked for him. Mostly they were reliable, but every once in a while, he'd get one of those that gave all teenagers a bad name.
Unfortunately, today had been one of those days. One of his baggers had shown up over an hour late, dressed sloppily which would give the store a bad name, and Carl suspected that the boy had been either drunk or stoned. When he tried to confront the boy, he'd yelled "I don't have to take this shit" then ran out.
Carl shook his head. At least his daughter wasn't like that. Cindy was going on 13, but was very mature and responsible for her age. Obviously, he thought, she didn't get that from her mother. His wife Gail was impulsive, playful and a little irresponsible. More often than not, Cindy was the one that did most of the house cleaning and cooking.
He loved Gail though, and her sense of humor and spontaneity had been what attracted him to her in the first place. He only wished she'd be able to hold down a job sometime and help out more
Getting home, Carl saw that the table was already set, and that Cindy had cooked dinner again. Since it was summer and she didn't have to go to school, Cindy had been cooking dinner. He smiled, proud of his little girl, and a little sad at how quickly she was growing up.
Sitting on the couch, enjoying his full belly, Carl curled up against Gail. She was still very attractive for her age, and he loved the way her blonde hair always had that lock in front that would fall into her face.
Stretching out, Gail bent over, kissing Carl on the cheek then smiled, "I've got a surprise for you honey" After several seconds of digging, Gail pulled a small box out of her purse, and opened it. Smiling proudly, she lifted two rings out, holding them up to the light.
Carl bent over to get a better look at them and saw that they seemed to be fairly plain gold rings, though he noticed slight etchings running around the outsides. The both looked alike. Not seeing what was so interesting about them, he sat back, waiting for Gail to continue.
"I got them this afternoon at a magic store in the mall" Gail announced proudly.
Carl groaned silently. They were barely paying the bills as it was, and here she was spending money on whims again. That was one of the biggest problems in their marriage. She would spend money without thinking about it, when they couldn't afford it. One time he'd even given her the money to pay the phone bill, only to have the phone cut off, and finding out that she'd spent the money on something else, deciding that the phone could wait. He hoped she hadn't spent too much this time.
"They only cost me two hundred for the pair" she continued on, not noticing Carl's look of surprise.
"You know we can't afford that" Carl tried saying gently, not wanting another argument. Gail just gave him that look, then ignored what he'd said.
"I got them for us, as a pair. Now you can have one and I can have one" She looked at Carl with a slightly mischievous glint in her eyes, smiling pleasantly. "Here" she said, slipping one of the rings onto the reluctant Carl's fingers.
He looked down a little surprised that it fit so well, and almost thinking that he'd felt a slight tingle when he put it on. Smiling at Carl, Gail bent over, kissing him deeply, then absently slipped the other ring on her own finger.
Carl felt a sudden dizziness, and blacked out for a second. He regained his senses almost immediately, still feeling the kiss, but knowing that something was wrong. He opened his eyes, then screamed.
Jumping back he was horrified to realize he'd seen his own face when he was kissing. He stared, then realizing how odd he himself felt, looked down, seeing breasts pushing out from his shirt. Looking back at the person with his face, he stared in shock.
The person with his face looked down a little smugly at him, then examined him. His own face grinned at him, saying "Like the surprise honey?"
"Gail?" he asked hesitantly. His own face nodded yes, still grinning. "Oh my God" he muttered to himself. What was going on?
Gail kept grinning, "The guy who sold me the rings told me they were magic, and could make anyone who wore them trade bodies" Carl only stared at her in disbelief, not noticing that she'd slipped her ring off and into her pocket.
Finally Carl looked down more closely at his body, only to have it confirmed that he was now in Gail's body. He looked at his hands, stunned at how small they looked. Carefully he put his hands to his breasts, amazed that they were real. He didn't want to put his hands to his crotch, already knowing what was there, and not wanting to have to face it. "Change us back!" Carl demanded.
"I can't do that yet" Gail said still looking smug. She tried looking innocently at him, "It can't be reversed for 24 hours" she said, lying him to him, having just come up with the excuse. Carl groaned, comforted though by the knowledge that whatever this was, it was only temporary. He forced himself to calm down, looking at the situation rationally. It wasn't easy, but he tried. He could live in Gail's body if it was only for 24 hours. He felt angry at Gail though for pulling this stunt. It was completely irresponsible. Yes it was typically her, and sometimes these surprises were kind of fun. But REALLY. This was too much.
Forcing himself to be calm again, Carl asked Gail for he whole story, and listened carefully as she told him she'd been drawn into some shop at the mall, where an old man knew her name. He'd sold her the rings, saying that they were just what she'd need. Gail told Carl how the old man in the shop described how to use the rings (adding the 24 hour limit to her story) and how she couldn't resist this joke.
Carl had never been a believer in magic, and if someone told him it really existed, he would have laughed at them. Even now that he had proof he kept thinking that there was a rational explanation. Hypnosis, or maybe some sort of telepathy or super technology. He couldn't explain it, and that left him uncertain and confused.
Gail bent over to kiss Carl again, but he pulled away. This was going to be a LONG 24 hours he thought.
Cindy was in the kitchen cleaning up while Carl and Gail stared at each other, one smugly, the other stunned. As a result, Cindy had no idea of what was occurring in the next room over, and was intent on scrubbing a pot clean, wishing that she didn't have to always do all the chores. Her Dad helped out around the house, and sometimes with cleaning, but her Mom usually left things half done or passed them to her.
She didn't complain though, finding that she felt needed around the house, and liking that feeling.
Carl got up, having to go to the bathroom, and reluctantly headed in that direction. Slowly he sat on the toilet, careful not to look at his new genitals very closely. The feeling of relief was familiar, though everything else felt alien. He reminded himself to wipe before he got back up, then quicky got his pants pulled back up.
Reluctantly he looked into the mirror, seeing Gail standing there in his place. He put one hand to the breasts that had always excited him, but felt none of that excitement this time. He glared at them in disgust, feeling their weight on his chest. He thought that they felt like useless blobs of flesh, just hanging there. He'd read stories of people in his situation who immedietly got horny at the availabilty of so much female flesh and masurbated, but that was the furthest thing from his mind.
Turning away from the mirror, he tried to force himself to ignore the strange feelings from his body, and go back to the living room. Once he got there though, he was made nervous by Gail, standing with a smirk on her face. He wondered what she was up to this time, with a slight tinge of fear.
Excitedly, Gail told him that they were going to go out dancing. Carl recoiled, not wanting anything to do with being seen in public like THIS. However, Gail was very firm on her decision, and Carl realized that she was the one that knew how to turn them back. She was blackmailing him. That shocked him almost as much as the change had. Reluctantly, he had go.
Gail insisted though that he dress up nice, and made him put on one of her sexy black skirts and blouses, over a pair of frilly panties and bra that she also insisted he wear. Feeling humiliated, he rolled a pair of pantyhose up his legs, and put on a pair of high heeled shoes.
Carefully he walked around the room, finding them wobbly and hard to stand in. After a little practicing, they started to get much easier to wear. He was amazed at how quickly he adapted to being able to walk in high heels. Once he'd learned how to walk, Gail had him sit down in a chair, while she started working on his hair and makeup.
Feeling humiliated, Carl watched the image in the mirror, seeing himself being made up. He tasted the new bright red lipstick on, not liking the feel on his lips. It felt too odd. Carefully Gail painted his fingernails, and he patiently sat through it, hoping that this would be over soon. finally Gail was satisfied, and let him get up, telling him not to smudge the makeup or his hair. Grumbling, Carl promised not to.
After a short time, Gail came out dressed up in some of his nicer clothes. As they walked out, Cindy looked at them curiously, wondering where they were going since they didn't go out that often. After they walked out the door, Cindy wondered what had gotten into them.
Gail insisted that she drive to the club, and Carl didn't argue, not wanting to anger Gail and have her leave them like that.
Carl felt humiliated and embarrassed as many of the men eyes in the club stared at him. He especially noticed that they stared at his fairly ample breasts. God this is uncomfortable, he thought. Though he only wanted to sit in the corner, being unnoticed, he reluctantly allowed himself be hauled out to the dancing floor, where he tried not to make a fool of himself.
He found it odd having Gail lead on the slower dances, and had to keep reminding himself to just go with the flow. As they got into some of the faster and more energetic dances, Carl had to reluctantly admit he was beginning to have fun.
While at the club, Gail started drinking beer, and trying to get him drunk, but Carl held back, not wanting to risk losing control. He had too little control of the situation as it was, and he certainly wasn't about to get himself drunk, not knowing what Gail would do.
Carl was finally relieved when they returned home. He felt tired, and embarrassed about all the attention he'd been receiving. Getting into the house, they saw that Cindy was already in bed, and Carl was surprised to realize how late it was. He worried about how he was going to get to work, then realized that Gail would have to go for him. Horrible thought he decided.
After crawling in bed, Carl turned over to go to sleep, ignoring Gail and all her trying to get him to try sex like this. NOT A CHANCE IN HELL!! He may be stuck in a womans body, but he certainly had no inclination to sleep with a guy, even if it was his own body. Disappointed, in him, Gail was reluctantly forced to accept that. For now.
Carl woke up feeling rather refreshed but still tired and on the edge of sleep. He reached down to scratch his testicles like he always did on first waking, but his hand found nothing there. This woke him up completely. Staring down at his breasts, he remembered the events of the night before, and was horrified to discover it hadn't just been a nightmare.
He looked over at the clock, seeing that it was late. This surprised him since he usually woke up rather early. Then he reconsidered, realizing that he was in Gail's body and she always slept in. He almost chuckled, realizing that for this body, this was getting up early.
Almost reluctantly he pulled himself out of bed, and noticed that Gail wasn't there. Good he thought, she got off to work. Carefully he got dressed in a very casual outfit, and went out to the kitchen, where he was stunned to see Gail sitting at the table with Cindy.
Cindy looked up, staring at him in amazement. "Is that really you Dad?" she asked.
"What?" Carl felt shocked, then looked over at Gail, who just shrugged. "You told her?" Carl couldn't believe this. This left him feeling even more humiliated, that his daughter should see him this way. He couldn't believe how irresponsible Gail was, telling everyone. Next thing he knew, she'd be telling it on the news. Geez.
Glaring at Gail, Carl snarled "Why aren't you at work?"
Gail just looked over at him amused, "I called in sick"
"What?" Carl demanded again, "Are you trying to get me fired?" he was on the verge of panic. He hadn't expected Gail to be able to handle his work, just sit back and try not to get in the way, but now this. He became afraid that she was going to get him fired, and that he'd be stuck without a job.
As he was worrying, Cindy still stared at him. "Wow Dad. What's it like. I mean, what's it like becoming a woman?" Cindy actually sounded curious.
Reluctantly Carl told her that he found it rather odd to suddenly change, and wanted to get back to himself.
Cindy mused almost to herself, "I wonder, can I borrow your body and see what its like to be a boy"
"NO" Carl snapped, wanting to get back to his body immediately. It was bad enough to be in the body of his wife, but if he were to become his daughter.... Ugh. What a horrible idea.
"I was just wondering" Cindy said defensively, "I mean, Mom gets to"
Carl groaned, not liking this. He couldn't wait till after dinner when they could change back. He really hated this. If it went on much longer, he'd go insane.
Tiredly, Carl grabbed two donuts and a cup of coffee and sat down to start eating. Gail stared at him in horror, "What are you doing?" she demanded, "I'm on a diet!"
Carl glared at her then snapped, "I'll eat whatever I damn well please. If you didn't want this, you shouldn't have switched us" Gail stared at him as he took a large bite, then "Mmmm"ed at her in delight. He loved that look on her face. Two could play at this game.
The rest of the day went much too slowly for Carl's tastes. During lunch, he was surprised to find that he didn't like the beer he usually liked to drink with lunch. It tasted far too strong and bitter. He put it aside, to drink coffee instead.
He had to keep dodging Gail, who kept pinching his bottom, and trying to get him to have sex with her. He was getting rather angry at her, but keeping himself under control. Now he knew what sexual harassment was, and he didn't like it one bit.
When Cindy started to get dinner ready, Carl went in to give her a hand. He'd sometimes wished he could spend more time with his daughter, and this would be a good chance. Besides, it would get him away from Gail for awhile.
"You know Mo, I mean Dad, I like your help" Cindy told Carl as he chopped up carrots for dinner. "I like cooking and all, but I get tired of always doing it by myself"
Carl smiled, happy to help out. He'd been the one who'd taught Cindy to cook in the first place, when she was smaller. Gail wasn't a bad cook, she just couldn't usually be bothered with it, thinking that it took up too much time.
Cindy chuckled, "You know Dad, this is sort of like a mother- daughter bonding thing", and Carl had to chuckle at that one himself. Carl listened for a second, hearing Gail still in the living room watching TV, then said "I like it too. Its nice to spend time with you for a change, and I know your mother feels that way too" though Carl had some doubts about that last part.
Finally they ate dinner, and Carl helped Cindy clean up the kitchen, getting annoyed at Gail again for not even offering to lend a hand, and noticing that Cindy shared this annoyance, but was just more used to handling it.
Once the mess was cleaned up, Carl stomped into the living room, standing in front of Gail as she watched TV, getting a glare in return. He put his hands on his hips, glaring down at her, not even noticing how much this gesture was like hers. "All right, 24 hours have passed, now change us back" Carl demanded.
"Not now" Gail started to say, but Carl, not letting her finish insisted. Finally she relented, and pulled the ring out of her pocked. Carl watched it intently, and saw her slip it onto her, or actually his finger.
The next thing Carl noticed was that he was sitting on the couch, looking up at his wife. He pulled the ring off, not wanting any "accidents" then went to his room, leaving the ring on the dresser for now. He wanted to figure out what to do with these rings, but for now, he was just glad to be himself again.
Carl was exhilarated to be himself again. The next week went by as normally, with the other people at work asking him how he felt. He felt glorious.
Then the day came when he and Gail had to go to the big office party. All the managers and higher ups in the store chain got together once a year for a party, though it was always rather boring. Mostly the first half was all sitting through a rather bland but expensive dinner, while some people gave incredibly boring speeches.
He'd hated it last year, and Gail had hated it even worse. She told him she didn't want to go this year, that it was boring. Carl agreed with her, but told her that all the spouses were expected. She complained about it, but then the afternoon before the dinner party, she stopped complaining, seeming resigned to it.
Going to the party, Carl noticed that Gail seemed rather quiet and withdrawn. He stared admiringly at her long white dress, and how well she filled it. She smiled at him as they went inside.
It went as Carl expected, with long winded speeches from several fairly important people, and eating the expensive meal. And he was pleasantly surprised that Gail wasn't complaining all through the meal, but actually seemed to being enjoying herself a bit.
After the party was over, they went back to the car, Gail being slightly tipsy from the wine. Carl pulled Gail close to him, feeling her nipples beginning to harden slightly. He bent over and started kissing her. At first she seemed slightly startled, but then started to respond as usual. They kissed passionately for several minutes before they broke it off, with Carl wondering if they should get a hotel.
Suddenly Gail stepped back, tears forming in her eyes, and looking rather scared and horrified. "I'm sorry Daddy"
Carl's heart stopped. "Cindy?" he asked, afraid that he knew the answer. She nodded reluctantly. "Damn!" he said, pounding his fist against the car fender. He could guess what happened.
Slowly he calmed Cindy down and found that his suspicions were correct. Gail hadn't wanted to come, so had traded places with Cindy, and made her go instead. Cindy was crying, looking completely ashamed, and Carl tried to comfort her. He wasn't happy with her decision, but knew how pushy Gail was. She didn't want to go since it was boring, so found a way to slip away. "Damn" he said again. He couldn't believe how irresponsible that woman was.
Angrily he took Cindy back home, ready to confront Gail. Getting in the door, he angrily went in to look for Gail. He found her in the living room, passed out on the couch, with a half empty bottle of whisky sitting next to her on the table. Carl stared at the scene. Gail had gotten Cindy's body drunk. And he noticed several cigarette butts in a tray next to it. He felt his anger at Gail getting stronger.
Cindy came in as well, and was horrified to see her own body lying there in such a condition. The look on her face changed from shame, to anger, realizing what her own Mom had been doing with her body. And she'd left the house a mess as well.
Finally, Carl got his anger under control, and forced himself to calm down. He had an idea and after working it out, shared it with Cindy. She was rather reluctant at first, but after another long look at her body on the couch, she agreed. This needed to be done.
Gail woke up, feeling her head pounding. God she felt terrible. She looked up briefly, but was blinded by the light. She closed her eyes again, and took several minutes to remember where she was and why she was lying on the couch with a hangover. God she'd had a good time last night, without having to worry about anything. She only hated to suffer the hangover now. Briefly she wondered if she should get the rings and change back with Cindy.
Opening her eyes again, she sat up and saw Carl staring down at her. "Good morning Cindy" he said to her. Oh Geez she thought, now to explain.
Then she looked over, seeing her own body walking in, wearing a bathrobe. "Good Morning, Cindy" she heard in her own voice. She felt a little confused.
"I'm not Cindy. I'm Gail" She said, deciding that it was time to end this and change back.
Her own face glared at her for a second, then Carl said "Not anymore. Now you're Cindy"
"All right, I know. Its time to change back" Gail said getting annoyed.
"You don't understand" her own voice told her. "You are Cindy, and will stay Cindy"
"What?" Gail demanded, not understanding.
Looking down at her pityingly, Carl explained, "We're both tired of your childishness, and irresponsibility. You never accept responsibility and keep pulling these stupid childish stunts. You keep acting like a child, so we've decided you are going to stay one. We've gotten rid of the rings to ensure that. Maybe you'll even grow up this time." Gail looked up shocked, seeing her own face nodding agreement.
"Now YOUNG lady" Carl said, with steel in his voice, "Clean up this mess. YOU are GROUNDED", then he yanked Gail up, and slapped her several times on her bottom. Gail was too horrified and shocked to offer much resistance from the spanking.
"And when you're done, Cindy" she heard in her own voice again, sounding just as hard, "You're to start cleaning the garage"
"Do as your mother says" Carl growled at her as they both walked out the door.
Gail stared in horror down at her own hands, the pain of the headache almost forgotten. She was reluctantly forced to admit she'd have to play along, until she found the rings. Over the next several days, she searched the house for the rings, whenever she had time since she was kept so busy with chores. Unfortunately she found no sign of them.
Over the next month, she had been forced to admit that this was permanent. When she was finally released from being grounded, she rushed over to the mall to find that old man, but was horrified to find that the store wasn't there. She stared at the spot she was sure it had been in, seeing only a blank wall. She felt the last hopes she'd been nursing get crushed, and the tears started dripped down her cheeks. Finally, she steeled herself to return home, to her Mom and Dad, knowing that she'd have to get ready for school in just a short time.
The End
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