The Masque

The Masque

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Genre: Fantasy

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

Summary

What if it was possible to become someone else? Is it possible to swap bodies? What would you do if you could?

Summary

What if it was possible to become someone else? Is it possible to swap bodies? What would you do if you could?

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Submitted: June 28, 2012

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Submitted: June 28, 2012

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The Masquerade -or- The Strangest Date

This is the story of how I fucked myself.
It started out one warm summer afternoon with me down in a park smoking a cigarette. The park was a spacious one, hilly with some wooded areas, a couple of ponds, lots of meadows scattered around, and trails zig-zagging all over. I was seated at a picnic table near the main center of the park where the play equipment and that sort of stuff is, reading a book and quietly enjoying my cigarette. The sound of birds chirping and kids playing in the background made for a very pleasant atmosphere. I was totally absorbed in the story I was reading until a movement out of the corner of my eye grabbed my attention and I looked up to see a very attractive girl coming my way.
"Have you got another cigarette?" she asked once she got within earshot and I was able to get my first good look: she was gorgeous! Her long, straight, black hair swung past her shoulders and her low-cut jeans and tight, pink t-shirt showed off beautifully the curves of her succulent hips and perfect breasts. I guessed she was about the same age as me, too, first year of college, though maybe she was a high school senior.
"Sure! No problem!" I replied as I eagerly reached for my pack of cigarettes and handed her one.
"Light?"
"Huh? Oh, right! Lighter. Uh, here you go," I said as I fumbled around in my pocket until I was finally able to produce my lighter. Being around attractive girls always has a way of causing me to go brain-dead and the close-up view of her bosom that I got as she leaned down towards me to get her cigarette lit did nothing to help that. Fortunately for all, I managed to operate the lighter properly and got her cigarette lit without dangerous incident.
"Thanks," she said after she took a deep drag, exhaled, and with a greatly satisfied expression sat down on the bench next to me. She said nothing more for some time, just sat there puffing away quietly, looking relaxed, while I tried my best to re-route blood up towards my brain in order to keep myself from saying totally stupid things.
"So, uh, you from around here?" I hazarded.
"As a matter of fact, yes, I'm from here," she answered. "We were in high school together, don't you remember me? I'm in the class right below yours. How was your first year of college by the way, Sam? You were going to the community college, right?"
This had me pretty confused. I was quite certain this girl had not been in the same same high school as me. There's no way I could have not noticed a girl like this in three years. But how did she know my name? It was possible she was an out-of-towner who I'd bumped into at a party once or something, but then why would she lie about being in my high school? She must be one of those late bloomers who simply wasn't anything to look at until recently, I concluded, and I just don't recognize her now with breasts and hips and without her glasses or headgear or whatever.
"Uh, I'm sorry, I don't remember your name...What was it again?" I said, pretending I recognized her in case we really did know each other.
"Don't worry," she said, a sardonic little grin playing on her lips. "I don't expect you would recognize me. You probably won't believe me, but what if I told you that I'm Liz Baker?"
"Liz Baker?! What are you talking about?" I said. This claim was ridiculous and offensive. Liz Baker was the name of a girl who, indeed, was in the class below mine, but is red-haired, not nearly as hot (I'd seen her only a few weeks earlier, so no huge changes possible there), and furthermore, has been confined to a wheelchair ever since an accident in elementary school. I knew her well as we had been in a biology class together my senior year and had worked on several projects together. Despite being a really nice girl, she didn't really have any friends except for me. High-schoolers can be very superficial when it comes to things like wheelchairs.
"I know, you don't believe me," she said. She was right. "It really is me, though. Remember the project we did together in Biology? You were over at my house and we worked all day researching insects. You stayed for dinner. My Mom served lasagna."
This was all true, but I still wasn't about to believe her. This girl must have read it on Liz's blog or something. What kind of prank was this?
"Who are you?" I demanded.
"You want to hear my tale?" she asked. For a girl playing a mean prank like this, she had a very complex and serious look on her face. She must be a heck of an actress. But then something in her expression reminded me exactly of a sad look I often saw in Liz's face. It couldn't be, could it? Something caused me to put aside my outrage and consider the insane possibility that she was telling the truth.
"Okay, I'm listening," I said.
She took a final drag off her cigarette, flicked the butt away, and began her story:
"As you know, I've been in a wheelchair since third grade. Well, that is, until two weeks ago. The school year was at an end and so it was time for the annual dance. It was going to be a Masquerade, so we all had to come in masks. Michael Bishop had asked me to be his date. I was totally surprised, of course, when he asked me. I had a crush on him but I never thought he'd ask me out. He's hot, popular, can get any girl he wants, and I'm an ugly cripple with no friends. I was so excited when he did. My Mom was happy for me, too. She took me shopping and we got a really nice dress. We found a matching mask at a costume shop. The day of the dance we spent hours getting my hair perfect. Finally when the time came, Michael picked me up at my house, pushed me out to his car, helped me in and everything. He was my Knight in Shining Armor. It was like a dream. But I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when he ditched me once we were there. What did I expect? A girl in a wheelchair can't dance! What was I doing there? I felt humiliated, depressed, angry! I sat by myself at the table and watched as he danced with all the other girls. I got so mad finally I decided to just get out of there. I didn't care that I had no way of getting home. I didn't care about anything. I wanted to kill myself. I left and went out to the back of the school over by the football stands so I could be by myself and cry. When I got there, though, I saw another girl there. She was leaning against a pillar smoking a cigarette.
"'Hey,' she said. 'You look upset. What's the matter?'
"'I'm an ugly cripple with no friends, that's what,' I said, sobbing uncontrollably.
"'I think you need a cigarette,' she said and handed me one.
"That was my first cigarette ever. It actually did make me feel a little better. Then she pulled out a flask, took a big swig and handed me that, too. She introduced herself. Her name was Lily. She told me she was from another town but was here with her boyfriend for the Masquerade. He got wasted and made a jerk of himself at the dance, though, so here she was. I told her my story in turn.
"'So we're kinda in the same boat,' she said.
"'Yeah, I guess. In a way,' I said. I was thinking something different, though. She wasn't in a wheelchair; she wasn't ugly; she had a supermodel body, and could walk back in there any time and get any guy she wanted to dance with her.
"'Can I tell you a secret?' She said.
"'Okay, I guess. What is it?'
"She stooped down so her head was close to mine and whispered, 'I'm a witch!'
"'No kidding', I thought. She pulled out her necklace and showed it to me. It had a big, heavy, metallic looking pentagram hanging off it. I didn't believe in witchcraft and that kind of stuff at the time, but something about that necklace gave me the creeps.
"'Do you want to get back at Michael?' she asked me.
"'I didn't tell you his name, did I?'
"'I told you I'm a witch. I have ways of knowing things. So do you want to get back at him?'
"'I'm listening...'
"A wicked grin spread across her face.
"'I know a spell that will enable us to switch bodies. In my body, you can go back in there, seduce him, pretend you want to have sex with him, get him to take you to a hotel, then at the last minute laugh at his penis and walk out of there. Make him know what it's like to be humiliated!'
"It was truly appealing to me. I was thinking I'd like to do a lot worse than just humiliate him. Maybe make him into an amputee where it would really count! I knew, or thought I did at least, that spells and all that kind of stuff were make-believe, though. But still, you never know.
"'I wish that kind of thing really were possible...' I said, chuckling nervously. I tried to make it seem like I knew she was kidding in case she were to suddenly announce she had only been joking and laugh at me saying, 'Oh my gosh! Did you think I was serious? You're so stupid! Ha ha ha!'
"'Oh, it's possible,' she said. 'But even if it's not, it wouldn't do any harm to just try the spell anyway, right?'
"'Yeah, right. Whatever. Let's do it.' I said, playing along.
"She explained to me how it would work: we would hold each other's hands, close our eyes and recite a certain chant three times. 'What the heck?' I figured. 'I've got nothing to lose. Even if this is a prank and I'm made a fool of and she laughs at me, so what?' We took each other's hands, closed our eyes, and recited the spell. Once we reached the end of the third repetition, it suddenly felt like we were being lifted into a tornado, everything was black around us and we were spinning around. When we came to a stop, we were still holding hands, only I was standing up and she was across from me sitting in my wheelchair, in my body! It had actually worked! I looked down at myself, dumbfounded. I was standing! And not only that, but I was in the body of a supermodel!
"'Incredible!' I gasped. 'How did you do this?'
"'I didn't do it, we did it. It's magic. Everyone has it in them. Now go in there and get that bastard back!'
"I was so excited I wasn't thinking straight, as you can imagine. I didn't even think about what that girl was going to do with my body. I wasn't even thinking about getting revenge anymore. Pathetically I was thinking that Michael would find me attractive now and that's what I wanted. To finally be the girl that all the guys want to dance with. I was so stupid. I went in there and immediately Michael noticed me. He was looking at me in a way no guy has ever looked at me before. It felt incredible. After the dance, it wasn't hard to get him to take me with him. The creep didn't even remember the me in the wheelchair that he was supposed to bring home.
"We got a private hotel room. He'd brought plenty of booze. We got drunk. I lost my virginity. It seemed I was living the life I had always wanted, the life I was so envious of before.
"When I woke up in the morning the gravity of my situation sunk in. I felt like shit. What the hell was I doing in this strange girl's body? Where was mine? And how could I ever have had a crush on that pig lying in the bed next to me?
"I took a long hot shower while I sorted everything out in my mind. I knew I had to find that girl and get my body back. Even though it might be crippled, it was still mine. I got out of the shower and dried myself off, taking one last look at my perfect body in the mirror. 'It was nice while it lasted,' I said to myself, resolved to go get my real body back.
"I still hadn't realized yet that I'd been tricked."
She paused from telling her story and asked for another cigarette. I gave her one and lit up another for myself as well. As she'd been telling me this story, I wasn't really believing it, though clearly she did. This meant she was either a lunatic or a druggy. Acid can do weird things to people's minds. But there was still a little part of me that wasn't sure. She had that facial expression so like Liz's...
"So you say you'd been tricked? Sounds to me like the spell worked. How were you tricked?" I asked.
She continued her story:
"I went home but my family didn't recognize me. I saw Lily in there with them. Of course they didn't believe me when I told them it was me, because it was plain to them that their daughter was right there with them sitting at the breakfast table eating her cereal. They thought I was a lunatic, probably like you're thinking right now. They told me to leave or else they would call the police. What else could I do? I had to get that girl by herself somehow. In the meantime I had nowhere to go, so I went back to the hotel. I woke up Michael and told him a dumb story about how I was abused at home and so couldn't go back there. The moron bought it, of course. He had some friends who were in college I could stay with. I even got him to loan me money. It's ridiculously easy for pretty girls to get guys to do favors for them, I discovered.
"Well, I finally cornered Lily by showing up at school one day just after classes got out and waiting by my, or her, locker. I told her I wanted to switch bodies back, but she pretended like she didn't know what I was talking about. She shot me a look, though, that told me everything: Her plan all along had been to trick me to get my body. She's some kind of demon that gets off on that sort of thing. Now she's living out my life in my body. My own family doesn't know me. I'm homeless. And when I tell anyone the truth they think I'm crazy!"
"That's a really sad story. I'm really sorry for you," I said. "But can you blame people for not believing you? I mean, how could you ever prove such a thing?"
A light seemed to go off in her head and her expression changed from depressed to suddenly hopeful. "Well maybe I can prove it! We could do the spell!"
"That would be compelling. What do we have to do?"
"Here!" she said jumping up and taking my hands. I stood up with her.
"Now close your eyes and repeat this phrase three times: 'Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit.'"
I played along, closing my eyes and repeating the silly chant with her:
"Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit! Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit! Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit!"
Then, just as in her story, everything went black around us and it felt like we were being lifted into a tornado. The world started spinning around us, yet our hands remained locked. The spinning slowed and we were let down. Then it was like I was looking into a mirror. I was looking across at my own body. She had turned into me! A peek downward revealed that serious changes had taken places at home, too. I was now her!
"Holy crap! It worked! You're really Liz!" I exclaimed.
"I told you!" she, or he now, boasted. She seemed extremely relieved as if maybe she herself had been starting to doubt her sanity. But now that there was someone else who believed her she was not alone anymore. It was a massive weight off her shoulders. Something like an instant bond was formed between us. We stood there silently for a while holding each other's hands and looking into each other's eyes. Then I think we both got the same idea into our heads at the same time.
"Let's go for a walk," she said.
"Yeah, okay," I answered.
She led the way and I followed along holding her hand. We went into a big meadowy part of the park where the grass is very tall and trails going through it like mazes lead to little private areas between thickets. As soon as we were sure we were out of sight of the rest of the park we immediately embraced each other and started making out. We were so horny we couldn't stop ourselves. We stripped off our clothes and fucked right there in the grass.

And that's the story of how I fucked myself.

Now you're probably asking, what about Liz? Did we track down the trickster demon and force it to give Liz her body back? Did she get back to her family? Well, we've decided to move those problems on to the back burner. In the mean time it's summer and there's a lot of things she has long wanted to do but couldn't before as a crippled girl, and things I've wanted to do but couldn't as a guy. We're riding around the country now on my motorcycle, taking turns driving and switching bodies at rest stops. We've been to the Pacific Ocean, the Grand Canyon, Yosemite; I've gotten to see the inside of a women's locker room and she's gotten to pee standing up. It's the ultimate vacation. A vacation not only from home but from our selves. We'll sort the domestic problems out later.


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