Should Have Taken The Leap

"Hey Alejandro, take a look at this." I gestured to an old book with a fading cover.

"What's that 'mano?" He dropped the box of fruits he was carrying onto a stack of others, replying in his noticeable Hispanic accent. He smiled deeply, his kind and slightly mischievous face mismatched with his stained overalls and wide belly. He had the gut and strong arms of a seasoned worker who ate too much junk food and got drunk every weekend. For a 28 year old, he already was showing his age.

"It's this book." I started. "I found it under the floorboards when we were fixing up the back rooms last week. I think it's... legit."

"What you mean, bro?" Alejandro said back. 

"It's... a spellbook." I replied. "And I think it might be my ticket out of here."

For the last three years, I'd been working at Marty's Drugs and Groceries, a fading, probably-going-out-of-business shop in my shrinking Rust Belt town. I wanted to go to college, community college at least, but my Mom got sick and I had to get a job and start paying the bills. 

Though it had been grueling and the pay had been shit, the one shining light had been Alejandro, an El Salvadorian guy who had confessed he'd crossed the border looking for a better life. He was super hardworking, and although it pissed me off at times since it made me look lazy, it reminded me to be grateful for my life here and that I had any work at all.

"Bro you been smoking too many trees!" Alejandro said, laughing, his big belly shaking. "Sounds like some bullshit, bro." He said, walking away.

"It's not!!!" I yelled, louder and more serious than usual. It was enough to get Alejandro to stop in his tracks.

"Last night... well, I tried it. I gathered up all the ingredients. We had most of them here! It was a simple spell. The spell of purification. I put my dad's old policeman's cap from the '80s in there, and, some crazy wind started going and the cap started floating! Afterwards, it was totally brand new."

"So you learned how to clean. Took you long enough, cabron." He said, laughing, picking up another box. 

"Alejandro, you don't understand!" I yelled, urgency in my voice that was not received by my portly coworker. "There are a ton of spells in here. Some of these could get us out of this shitty job, this shitty town."

"You got an infinite money glitch in there?" He said, still moving boxes off the truck docked in our loading bay.

"No, nothing like that. But, there is one in here that could work." I said, flipping through the pages.

"The spell of possession."

"Possession? Like when they took your car back for missing payments, right?" Alejandro laughed.

"No! Well, kinda. That's repossession." I replied, getting exasperated that Alejandro wasn't phased one bit by my revelation. "But instead of taking a car, you take over the body of someone else. For good."

"Ok, so we take over Marty and have him double our paycheck?"

"Think bigger, amigo." I said, trying to appeal to him. He scowled back at me, not impressed at my attempt at Spanish. I put my arm around him, gesturing to the horizon.

"We could take over someone rich, or famous, or both! We could live their life. Buy whatever we want. Never work again! Even fuck whoever we want."

That last bit got Alejandro's attention.

"So who did you have in mind? Last I checked, nobody famous lives in middle-of-nowhere Ohio." He replied.

"I have one idea. We drive into the city. I heard this famous celebrity is flying in! We could totally possess her.

"Her!!! I KNOW you didn't just say that. Bro, I always thought you were acting zesty, now I know for a fact! I knew you were hitting the fruity bars on Saturday nights, not playing CounterStrike like you said." Alejandro laughed.

"No!!" I replied, cutting him off. "Think about it. Do you wanna take over some powerful CEO that has jobs and responsibilities? Or, do you wanna take over a smoking hot model who gets pampered every single day and does jack shit."

"And get fucked by some dudes? Hell no!" Alejandro replied setting down the boxes so he could talk to me, man to man. "Devin, you sound crazy. This town is getting to you. Why don't you take the rest of the day off. I'll pick up your slack. I won't even tell Marty."

"Well, the idea would be to become lesbian." I said, sheepishly.

"Give it a rest!" Alejandro said. "Go home, man."

"At least humor me, then I'll shut up." I said, doubling my efforts one last time. "I booked a hotel room in Cleveland. This super hot model is flying in from Norway. Silje Bergqvist. I want to be her."

"Here, have a look." I pulled up a picture of her I'd saved.

"Mamacita! I can tell why she's got your head all loco." He replied. 

"She's a super famous model. She's been in a few movies, but only to be a hot piece of eye candy. Her body is insane, and, well, I thought it would be fun to be her."

What I didn't tell Alejandro was I'd had a crush on her for years. She had this "good girl" persona in public while showing off skin, letting on that she knew exactly what she'd been doing. I also didn't tell him that I cast the purification spell two months ago, and that I'd been waiting for this exact moment to strike my perfect target. That I'd already been practicing her accent, studying up on her life for my move over. 

"What's her name again? I'll remember that for some fun time tonight." Alejandro laughed.

My face remained serious. "I'm driving up tomorrow. Just come with me, as a favor."

Alejandro just sighed.

"Fine. But if this stupid spell doesn't work, you're covering Thanksgiving and Christmas this year." 

"Deal." I responded. I went back into the loading dock, grunting as I picked up a heavy box, and went back to work.

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We pulled into the parking deck of the Hyatt downtown.

"Why we gotta be in this fancy place?" Alejandro asked. 

I grimaced. I'd taken the money from my mom's purse to be able to afford it. She was laying in the bed, sleeping, sickly as always. But it was a necessary evil.

"We have to be in a certain proximity to the target for the spell to work, according to the book. I went on her fan sites online. Looks like she's planning on staying here, and having a meet and greet downstairs."

"That's all it takes?" Alejandro said.

"No. We need something of hers. Which is why I've got a lock of her hair she sold online."

More money that I should have spent on Mom.

"Let's just get started." I said, before Alejandro could reply and before I could think to hard about what I'd done.

I took out my bag and laid out the ingredients from Marty's. Some ground ginger, peppercorns, black liquorice twists, saline eye drops. All that and a bunch of other things, some seemingly modern for how old the book appeared. I added the last ingredient, the lock of Silje's blonde hair.

I mixed them together, following the instructions. Finally, I drew them all into a glass bottle.

"Hey bro. When does the fucking magic start. I'm getting bored." Alejandro was laying on the bed, hand on his big belly, watching an NBA game. 

"As soon as I say the spell." I replied. 

“Anima, escucha — entra, anima.”
“Rūḥ wa-jī’ah, veni, accogli dentro.”
“Nomine suo, nome tuo: in hoc vas te claudo.”
“Café amaro, cinnamum calore — vinculum fit.”
“Basilicum susurra: domus, domus, domus.”
“Miroir respira — oculum aperi, speculum responde.”
“Cupónus pactum, dentes jocosi — ridete et obœdisce.”
“In carne maneas — nunc, nunc, nunc.”

As soon as the last words left my mouth, a small yet noticeable shockwave of energy illuminated the glass bottle which housed the potion. 

Alejandro sat up halfway. "Ay, carajo! Did that just focking work?"

"As soon as I smash the bottle, clean everything up and check out. I'll meet you in Silje's body downstairs, and we'll drive back home." I said, my voice trembling with apprehension. Cleaning a policeman's cap was one thing, but taking over someone's body forever was another animal entirely. Was I really about to do this?

Doubling my resolve, I lifted the bottle above my head. Its glow shined, illuminating the room alongside the TV. With a sharp move, I flung it down, smashing the bottle on the floor.

Where the bottle was smashed, a portal opened on the floor. The air in the room seemed to swirl.

"Dios Mio." Alejandro said, standing up, beside the circular border of the portal, looking toward the speckled blackness inside.

I took a step forward. My feet were on the edge. My heart thumped inside my chest. Soon, I'd be in a new body.

I was frozen.

"I can't do this." I said, looking at Alejandro.

"What do you mean?"

"I can't do this, Alejandro. I can't give up my life." I said, breathing hard.

"We got all the way here, you cast a whole fucking spell and open un puto portal in the ground and won't go through with it?" He said, incredulous.

"It's... my mom. I... I can't." I said. I thought about her. Laying in bed, still and sleeping as I stole from her. "She might only have a few months left. Fuck the money, fuck a new life. I want to be beside her. I don't know what I was thinking."

The air swirled ever faster.

"You go." I said.

"What? Are you serious?" Alejandro replied.

"You go. You don't have the same problem as me. Your family needs money, not someone to be with them until the end. You'll have plenty as Silje."

He stood for a second. The swirling wind seemed to pick up even more, blowing our hair into a ragged mess.

"Okay. I'll go." He said. "I've been thinking about it. The money, the attention. It would be nice."

The wind was now a tempest. The bedsheets were nearly flying off the bed, and the clothes we'd brought were flying around the room.

"Get in before the windows break!" I yelled over the overwhelming whirl.

With a step, he dipped in. He lost his balance, falling forward, belly first, into the void. As soon as his body entered, the portal closed behind him with a snap. Instantly, the wind stopped. All the clothes in the air fell onto the ground.

I sighed. But the momentary relief I felt was followed by a shred of doubt. I'd just missed my chance, the one I'd been scheming towards for weeks. But I thought more about my decision with bittersweet approval, knowing I'd done the right thing.

I cleaned up. I took my things (few of them as they were, me thinking I'd be in another body by now) and Alejandro's smelly clothes and stuffed them into a bag. Checking out downstairs, I wondered where Alejandro was as I chatted with the clerk. I told him to meet me in the lobby, after all.

Soon after returning the keys, I got a text.

My stomach turned. What I'd wanted to see, what I'd spent years lusting over, Alejandro had complete and unfettered access to. 

I texted again, asking what room he was in. No reply. 

I resigned myself to sitting in the lobby, waiting for something from Alejandro. Maybe it should have been me. The feeling ate at me. My mom. I loved her. But the months of anticipation, the preparation, all went out the window because I'd gotten cold feet.

"Room 531" 

I received a text from that same unknown number. Silje's number.

I headed up. 

I'd never seen Silje nude before, even in my many years of admiring her, having a crush on her from afar. Now, instantly, Alejandro had changed that. He broke the nudity barrier immediately, sending her most sensitive parts without a second thought. Her tits and pussy were way hotter than I could have ever imagined.

I knocked on the door. "It's open!" Was the shout I heard from the other side. I turned the doorknob, walking in. But my eyes blew up wide when I saw what was waiting.

Silje's body was on the bed, nude, humping a pillow.

"What's up mano!" The apparent woman said in a decidedly Hispanic accent before moaning. 

"Dude!" I shouted. "You've been a woman for less than thirty minutes and you're already masturbating?"

"You wouldn't?" He replied. "I had no idea her tits were this big." He bounced them and swiped his hands across them to drive the point home. "Plus her pussy is so HOT. I keep rubbing it and my whole body goes all funny."

I knew that I would. Hell, that was the plan all along. Sure, I would have gone back home first, but a thorough exploration of her body was something I couldn't wait to do. 

But now, that body was in the hands of Alejandro. My buffoonish coworker who'd called me gay for even suggesting possessing a woman literally yesterday.

"I'm cumming." Alejandro said, shaking his body back and forth. Soon after he slumped forward, hips quaking, tits hanging beneath him and echoing the shockwaves he was undoubtedly loving.

I stood breathless, my dick rapidly hardening in my pants. I had to do something to break the silence.

"Why don't you get dressed, it's time to go."

Alejandro was still panting. "Alright, pick something out. My head isn't even working right."

Jealousy flared, but I suppressed it. I walked over to the giant suitcase that had Silje's clothes. Digging through her clothes felt so wrong. I wondered if in her body, that wouldn't be the case. The bras and panties that my hands rubbed wouldn't be foreign, but specially selected by a cadre of managers and designers to fit my proportions exactly. I decided on a buttoned white shirt and some jeans. Something plain that wouldn't attract too much attention.

I tossed them at Alejandro. "Throw these on."

He stood up, never stopping the juggling of his tits.

"Do I have to stop rubbing my pussy?" He laughed. Laying the shirt to the side and putting his feet in the jeans. I just rolled my eyes.

"These pants won't even fit over my ass!" Alejandro jumped and twisted, his tits bouncing from side to side unconstrained. "Nice job picking clothes, tonto."

"Alright, Alejandro, we've gotta do something about that accent."

"Racist! I always knew you had it out for the latinos, ese!" He replied, laughing.

"In case you haven't noticed, you're not latino anymore. You're Norwegian. You've gotta talk like she did and not like a fucking cholo unless you wanna tip off everyone that Silje isn't exactly in the driver's seat anymore."

"Relax, bro." He said, punching me in the arm. "You really think anyone's gonna see all this and think it's a chubby hispanic dude?" Alejandro stared right at me, his new face staring daggers into my soul.

Shit. Silje, or the new Alejandro, was so smoking hot I couldn't form the words. I wanted to disagree, but... I just couldn't. That body was getting it's way, no matter the scenario, no matter who was inside it. 

And it could have been me in there. No, it should have been me in there. If only I wasn't a pussy, I could have had one between my legs right then.

Alejandro slipped on the shirt, breaking me out of my trance. 

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I turned on the car after a long exit to the hotel. The same clerk who had checked me out had asked for Alejandro's autograph. Then, he'd been stopped for a selfie by a few fans. I grumbled to myself as he checked out his own face in the passenger side window.

"Shit, being a celebrity is lit, yo!" He laughed, his white teeth shining in Silje's mouth. "What is she again? A pornstar or something?"

"She's a model." 

"Damn bro, why you tripping?" He laughed. "Or should I say, cool your tits. Oh wait, you don't have any!"

We came to a red light and I slammed the brakes hard. "Can you take this seriously for even one second!" I shouted. "I planned this out for months. I meticulously studied every aspect of her life so I could take it over without a trace. I even learned how to make potions and read spells! Now you're just fucking around in there. Can't you see how this would leave me even a little pissed off?"

Alejandro wasn't listening. I looked over, and he was slipping his tits out of his top and shaking them around.

I resigned myself to driving in silence as the car lurched forward. We pulled to another stop.

"OOH!" I heard Alejandro's new voice say. "A sex shop! Stop the car! Cumming felt so good in here bro, I need to get a few vibrators."

"I thought that was gay?" I said, my aggravation ever growing.

"Nahhh, once you feel how good a pussy is all that goes right out the window." He laughed. "Pull in! C'mon, you can watch me all you want." He bounced his tits for effect.

"That should be my pussy, don't you get it!" I lashed out. "I should have taken the leap, but I couldn't. So now you're living my dream." I tapered off, confessing.

"Shit bro, why didn't you just say that." He said, inexplicably still smiling. "You still have that wacky book right? Just take over another bitch?"

That did make sense. I mean, why not let Alejandro have his fun? I would just need to find someone else, and I get back to what I wanted. 

A car was beeping at me from behind.

I pulled into the sex shop.

Twenty minutes later, Alejandro was in the backseat. I snuck glances at him as he stuffed his snatch repeatedly full of dildo. A bag of vibrators, nipple clamps and other sex toys was tossed to the ground beside him.

"Oh, fuck. This thing feels so good with a dick inside, mano."

"Never say that again." Was all I could say as I dropped off Alejandro at his shack of a house.

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Over the next few weeks, I didn't hear much from Alejandro. Naturally, he'd stopped showing up to Marty's. I moved boxes on my own, without any help. I did get overtime pay for all my trouble, but the work was backbreaking. 

Finally, I got a call from him one day.

"Hey man. What are you doing." He said. I still wasn't used to hearing his new voice. Especially with it overlaid with his clearly Central American accent.

"I'm just getting back from work. I'm fucking exhausted." I sighed, falling back on the couch.

"I hope not too tired." He replied.

"Huh?"

"Well," Alejandro began. "I kinda ghosted Silje's agents for like 3 weeks. I was too busy masturbating all day!"

I flared again with jealousy and rage.

"Anyway," he continued, "I got in contact with them and they booked me a flight back to Norway for this Saturday. But before that, I wanted to try something."

"What do you mean?" I said.

"Well, it's been great feeling a vibrator on my pussy. But if I'm gonna be a chick full time, I gotta be ready to fuck dudes. That's where you come in."

"Are you serious? You want me to fuck you?" I laughed. "You've really done a total 180."

"Man, when I say I was masturbating all day, I mean it. I mean this pussy can cum ten times in a row if the vibrator's batteries keep going. Plus, if you get the vibrator going, your hole is still wide open for business. It's like a different pleasure spot in there, and you can hit them both! It's like the orgasms never stop, one just comes down halfway then leads to another! Plus, I just stare at myself in the mirror and get super turned on."

"Just come over." I said, hanging up, unable to hear any more of what I'd missed out on. 

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. I looked on my phone app doorbell, and saw Alejandro flashing his tits. Let's hope my mom was still sleeping.

"Open up puneta." He said, shaking his tits all the while.

I came down to the door. Wow, that body was even hotter in person.

"Hey, pussy." Was what Alejandro said as I opened the door. He pushed past me.

"Shouldn't I be the one calling you pussy now?"

"Nah. I'm gonna grab a beer, then meet me up in your room. I've gotta freshen up."

It seemed like Alejandro was trying to act like a woman, but he wasn't selling it. His accent and mannerisms were all off, and I heard a loud burp as I heard his footsteps thump up the stairs.

What wasn't up for argument though was how fucking hot that body was. That face - wow. Striking in every sense of the word. That blonde hair matched that tanned skin so naturally, and it was flawless everywhere without any blemishes. Silje had hit the genetic lottery, and I'd been too chicken to cash in my lottery ticket.

I walked upstairs, opening the door to my room. That's when I saw Alejandro, spread eagle on my bed.

"Ready to fuck, estud?" He said, trying his best to get my attention.

"Bro, just... stop talking."

He smiled and flipped over. I pounced.

I pushed into Alejandro from behind, overcoming the initial resistance of his pussy. The entering made him gasp, urging a feminine moan from his lips. 

Slowly, I picked up the pace. That round peach of an ass slapped against me, the light reflecting off the perfectly smooth skin which I traced up and down with my hands. Before long, we'd caught a good rhythm and Alejandro was moving his posterior backwards to catch my rhythm as I thumped into him.

His moans were deafening, and I reached around to grab his incredible tits. His pussy was sopping.

"I'm CUMMING." He squealed. His ass and legs shook uncontrollably, the same way I saw them shake when he came from humping the pillow in the hotel room.

Soon after, I emptied myself. Not wanting to get that body pregnant, I shot cum all over his back, making a mess over the sheets.

 He fell down onto his chest. "Uhhh. That was so gooood." He moaned.

I wiped his backside off with my sheets, they were ruined anyway.

"I might turn into a slut in Norway." Alejandro said. "I'm addicted to this bitch's orgasms."

"Speaking of... have you been learning any Norwegian?"

"Why would I learn that gay ass language?" He laughed, throwing his bra back on. "I'm just gonna look hot and pop my pussy, mano!"

"Dude, because you actually have to blend in! Otherwise you're gonna get figured out asap."

"Nah, I'll just shake my tits and get whatever I want. I've been doing it around town already!"

"You've been doing what?" I said.

"Yeah bro, I just flash my tits and get whatever! I've gotten soo many free drinks at the bar, and they changed my tires down at the shop for free since I let them take a picture."

"Dude, you realize you have this personality to keep up! I mean, you have this celebrity thing on a silver platter and you wanna turn into a prostitute immediately."

"Bro. I'm the one with the tits. So I respect it, but I don't give a fuck bro."

I was fuming.

"Alright bro, get out of here for a second. I knew you wouldn't be able to keep up so I brought my favorite dildo."

He had a look of superiority on his face. That he was better than me, and he knew it. In a few short weeks, the jolly man from the drugstore was gone, replaced by a stuck up bitch drunk with orgasmic ecstasy and power.

I left, slamming the door. I was full of anger and regret. That body. It should have been mine! I would have used it the right way. Kept up appearances, used its power for good. 

But my mom. I knew I couldn't have left her. So, I walked all the way to the other side of the house to the only woman I knew could comfort me.

I walked inside. I went up to my mom's room. She'd been there for me all those years growing up after my dad had passed. As brutal as it was, I had no regrets.

"Mom?" I said.

She laid there in bed, resting, sleeping. Her body was frail, a shell of what she once was. I placed my hand on her shoulder, and her eyes gently opened. 

"Cody?" She asked in a breathy voice.

"Yeah, mom. I'm here."

"Cody. How are you, sweetie."

"I've been better. But I'm just glad to see you."

 "What's the matter?" She said, looking at me with concern.

"If I got an opportunity, one that meant I could change my life forever, but I could never see you again, would you be mad?"

"Honey, of course not." She said. "You've been doing what's best for me for years. At some point, you've gotta do what's best for you."

"But I don't think I could look at myself in the mirror if I left you here. I mean, look at yourself."

"Honey. Let me show you something. Open the drawer."

In it I saw a glass bottle full of some glowing liquid.

"I made this one evening. It's..."

"A possession potion?" I finished the sentence for her.

"How did you know?" She replied.

"I found this spellbook. Under the drugstore. It had a recipe for a potion, one that looked exactly like this."

"Honey. Our family, we're different. We come from an order of witches. That spellbook, one of our ancestors wrote it. Well, not mine, per-se."

I looked at her, confusion growing by the second.

"I possessed this body back in the 80s. Your dad was the kindest man I've ever met, and I fell for him. Problem was, he'd fallen for Melinda. Me. So I took her over. When you were born, I'd already possessed her, so the power was in this body and passed along."

I was dumbfounded. This idea I'd had, it seemed like my mom had had that idea long ago.

"Take this. Use it to get yourself a better life." She handed me the potion. "Don't worry about me. I'll rest here, and once you're gone, I'll call for help."

My mom and I held hands for another hour. We chatted, before she drifted off to sleep, her breaths slow.

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I left, my effort redoubled. Now, I had the power and the blessing. Although it was perverse, I was going to finish what I started.

I walked into my room, where Alejandro still was.

He was sitting on the bed, drilling into his pussy, even still.

"Hola, bro." He said, grunting. "You ready for round two?"

I just walked up to his head, grabbing a single hair and pulling. 

"Hey, what was that for?" His rhythm remained uninterrupted.

I thought about it some more. I could become anyone. Any person, man or woman, anywhere in the world. 

But I'd spent years lusting after Silje. Wondering what she'd look like, naked. Studying how she lived, moved and acted. Now, my friend was living my dream. 

I took the hair, tossing it into the potion. Then, I slammed it into the ground. 

The winds started, and the portal opened once again.

This time, there was no need to wait for them to pick up into a tempest. Without a moment to waste and with conviction, I dived in.

I was in freefall for three or four seconds before I was jarred by the falling abruptly replaced with perfect steadiness.

"Oh fuck!" I said aloud, the voice distinctly feminine.

"IT FUCKING WORKED!" I yelled, my tits flopping everywhere. My pussy was buzzing and I saw a dildo and vibrator tossed to the side on the ground.

I sat up, looking into the mirror. Staring back at me was my fantasy woman, as well as my fantasy realized. I was her.

I scrolled through her contacts. Finding one that said "Manager - Annika" in there, I called.

"Hallo." I responded, talking in the Norwegian I'd learned. "I'm sorry I've been out of communication. I've just been stressed and needed to get away. Can we move my flight home to Oslo to first thing tomorrow?"

"Yes, good to hear from you Silje." Of course we can. I'll text you the details once they're booked.

I sighed. I'd done it. No more Alejandro to ruin this body's delicate reputation. Now, I'd taken over. Just like my mother had a generation ago. Maybe, now that I was a woman, I could pass the trait on one day to my child. I certainly was young and had at least a decade to get pregnant, if I wanted.

In the meantime, my pussy ached and I felt the emptiness left by where the dildo had been so recently.

Sitting back on the bed, I took inventory of my new immaculate form.

These tits, tanned skin and wide hips, they were all me. The face, which I couldn't see would make my life easy as pie moving on - all I had to do was not screw up what she'd already built.

In the meantime, I could have a little fun. One thing Alejandro had said was true. If this was my body forever, I needed to get used to it.

I reached down to my still sopping wet pussy.

Each slap was bliss, activating the nerve endings concentrated down between my legs.

My pussy was throbbing with each heartbeat, calling out for something more. This thing was insatiable. I could see how it could be habit forming. 

Reaching onto the ground, I grabbed the pink vibrator. I nudged it against my pussy, still off at first. The rubbery tip between my lips urged out a breath I didn't know I was saving. It was so pleasurable to have that sensation, that burst of satisfaction with each swipe.

Finally I took it into my other palm, pressing the button which caused the vibrator to burst into life.

Easing it back up to my pussy again, I made the slightest touch,

"Whoa!"

I was interrupted by a burst of ecstasy, beginning in my stomach and spreading electrically to my limbs before settling in my forehead.

There was a tip, meant to sit inside me while a little nub rested against my new Silje-clit. Slowly, I urged the dildo inside. The tip made contact with my clit, and I threw my head and arms back, half involuntarily as they gripped the sheets beneath me. I was riding this pleasure stick and I was loving where it was taking me.

Soon, the pleasure inside me was combining with the vibrating pressure on my clit. The tingling inside me became too much to bear, and I felt my legs and my pussy clamp simultaneously, the dildo still buzzing up in my stomach.

Just as Alejandro had in Silje so many times, I felt a mind crushing, soul bending orgasm that had me howling and clawing at the sheets. 

When I came down, the intensity was still there, I sat up, placing the dildo's base between me and the bed, driving it up to my core. Any pain was instantly replaced by the pleasure of the dildo, the vibrator's hum as it nestled upon the tiny nub of a clit that had replaced my penis.

My mind went from a fuzz to a full blown whiteout as I pressed my mouth into the bed, my nipples dragging along the bedsheets as I was overwhelmed with a full blown round two of the orgasm. I rocked and bucked for another minute, it seemed, before the contractions of my pussy pushed the dildo out of me, and I was left a pile of tits and legs on the bed, the echo of the still vibrating dildo all I could hear.

After several minutes, I sat up. I looked down at my tits, smiling while squeezing them. They were mine to keep, and I'd treat them with the care they deserved. Of course, enjoying their pleasure for myself now and again.

If those orgasms hadn't sold me, I was one hundred percent sure now. This was the body, the life for me. 

I'd made the leap, and had ended up exactly where I was meant to be.

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Epilogue:

I sipped champagne in first class of the Norwegian Air flight to Oslo. I was seated next to a middle aged woman who'd recognized me. I made some brief chatter with her, before throwing on some music and looking out the window as I saw the American coastline disappear from view.

I wondered how things were in my hometown. My mom had been set up in a hospice facility. Using Silje's bank account, I placed enough money in a trust to make sure she was taken care of . I gave her my new number to text in case she needed anything.

Alejandro hadn't been seen since I casted the spell. I assumed that the spell destroyed the user's body and the consciousness of the target, merging the two into a new body/mind pair. I did feel bad. He was a good guy, if a bit of a buffoon. But after getting a taste of what this body had to offer, there was no way I could resist. Even if it meant Alejandro stood in my way, even if it wasn't a lie to say that I'd gotten him into this mess.

I wasn't a hero. But I was in a good place. Possession is a cruel mistress. Just as easy as you can take someone over, you can be taken over. Be happy about where you come from. Be happy if you aren't a celebrity, that you don't have anyone wishing they could be you.

If they could take it, they would. 

If it's enticing enough, they wouldn't give it a second thought, damn it if it ruined you.

I was thankful that I was running from this magic stuff. If my mom had made it that long, I could too. I'd have to lay low, but this body was worth it. Perhaps one day, I'd have kids. Twenty or thirty years after that, I'd tell them they came from a line of American witches, even though they were pure Scandinavian by blood.

But for now, I sipped my champagne. I had a new life to live, and I was going to enjoy it, just in case someone had the same idea I'd had so many months ago.

I'd taken the leap, and I'd ended up exactly where I was meant to be.