Foolish Choices

by L M Gregory

  Forgiveness.

  Vengeance.

  The internet. The source of all knowledge. If the people on discussion forums couldn’t help him figure out the ultimate vengeance, no one could.

  Mike had moved to the living room to avoid waking Diana, though she slept like a dead log. With her eyes covered by a sleep mask, the glow from his phone wouldn’t have woken her, but it was more risk than he wanted.

  If she knew he was awake, she might try to rekindle what she’d tried to start earlier. He wasn’t sure what scared him more, that he wanted her despite her cheating or that he felt arousal because she cheated.

  Relationship advice.

  Perfect.

  Mike summed up his problem and sent the request on. He still wasn’t sure about how to go about getting revenge. Find another woman and get “caught” by Diana? It’s not like Mike had time to get to know a woman, and online personals risked Diana finding out.

  That would defeat the whole purpose!

  With a sigh, Mike went back to bed and tried to pretend that the woman sleeping next to him didn’t still turn him on something fierce.

  In the morning, Mike slipped out the door early. Even earlier than normal. His commute gave him time to go through the replies to his problem.

  They seemed to balance equally between forgiving Diana and kicking the bitch out. A few dug deep into what must be Mike’s problems since he must have done something wrong that she cheated.

  A couple sent him private messages asking for nudes and Diana’s number. Mike sighed. What made him think the internet was going to help?

  But one private message caught his attention. Reportedly from a woman, she said she knew exactly how to get Diana’s notice and pay her back with interest. Was he willing to meet?

  Mike bit his lip. Meeting a stranger from the internet didn’t exactly sound safe or smart, but he’d have to take a few risks if he wanted this to work.

  A part of him remembered Beth’s warning. Vengeance wouldn’t make him feel better.

  The greater part just wanted to lash out. To hurt as he’d been hurt. Did that make him a bad person?

  Mike leaned back in his train seat.

  The woman, Veronica, had said she would be in the city that day if he wanted to meet. He didn’t have a lot of time during the day, but he could escape over lunch, especially if he made it up at the end of the day.

  Forgiveness.

  Vengeance.

  They bounced back and forth in his head. Swirled around.

  I’m not a good person.

  Mike sent a quick message.

  Veronica

  A small park near Mike’s workplace made the perfect meeting place for his rendezvous with Veronica. He wasn’t sure what she would propose, but her pictures had shown her to be a gorgeous woman on par or maybe even surpassing Diana. If Diana found Mike in bed with Veronica, that might just be the revenge Mike craved.

  Was it though?

  Did he want to hurt Diana? Did he want to have an affair of his own? Both? Neither?

  Mike could admit to himself he was confused, and that meant it might not be the best time to make a decision that would change his life.

  But shame and anger drove him to the meeting.

  “Veronica?” Mike asked, going up to a woman sitting on a park bench where they had agreed to meet. She looked like the pictures Veronica had sent him.

  “Mike?” She looked at him; his heart skipped a beat as it sent a rush of arousal to his dick. Veronica’s heart-shaped face would turn heads amid a model convention. Even the thick sweater that she wore couldn’t hide her enormous breasts. Her jeans were all but painted on, hugging wide hips.

  “Ah. Yeah. That’s me.” Mike had always considered Diana to be out of his league. Not that Mike was some hideous creature, but he was an introvert and didn’t have time to work out. His body stayed relatively thin thanks to long walks to and from his commute stations and a natural metabolism that recently had begun to fail him. He’d have to take up exercise if he wanted to stay slender.

  But Diana had gotten together with him and stayed with him. Until the previous night, being with Diana had been a huge ego boost.

  Seeing her with another man had killed that. Had sent him spiraling down a well that he hadn’t been down since early college. What if he wasn’t good enough? For anyone.

  Why would anyone want to be with him?

  Diana clearly didn’t?

  Did she stay for his money?

  That had never seemed an issue, Mike made a great living, but he wasn’t wealthy. Not the level of wealth Diana could attract if she wanted to. So, what had made her stay?

  Comfort?

  Laziness?

  Why had she strayed?

  What was wrong with Mike?

  His insecurities raced back at the first glance into Veronica’s ocean blue eyes.

  She was a rando from the internet. Why would she want anything to do with him?

  “Have a seat,” her voice rang in the crisp air. Even her voice turned him on. What was this woman?

  “Uh. Okay.” Mike sat. Hard. What was wrong with him? He was 29 years old; he shouldn’t be acting like a scared teenager. Even if Veronica was the most incredibly beautiful woman he’d seen in person, she wasn’t that far ahead of Diana that he should go all stupid.

  Then again, Diana had cheated on him. Maybe stupid was a good idea.

  “I couldn’t help but sympathize with your plight.”

  Mike goggled. “Someone cheated on you?”

  Veronica blushed and looked away. Even that coming across as pretty. “Yes. I got my revenge though. I thought I should pass it on.”

  Pass it on. Like a favor. That made sense. In a twisted way.

  “I-I’m sorry,” Mike said.

  “It was some time ago. I’ve recovered. But I want to move on, and I don’t think I can do that until I’ve passed my debt forward.”

  “Okay. So, we’d help each other?”

  A dazzling smile lit up her face. “Exactly. I know what you’re going through. You can’t have a friend help you, because your girlfriend would know them and might not believe. You could go online to dating apps, but there’s always a chance she’d find out. Once a cheater, always a cheater.”

  Mike flinched. Oddly, Veronica seemed to as well.

  “Yeah. I-I considered trying to work it out, but I don’t think I can get the image out of my mind.”

  “You saw them?”

  “To the end.”

  Veronica touched his shoulder. “I’m sorry, sweetie.”

  Sweetie. Diana’s name for him.

  He rubbed his eyes roughly. No. He wasn’t going to cry. Not yet.

  “It’s okay,” Mike said. “It’s hard. But I can do this.”

  She nodded. “You just need to borrow my body.”

  Borrow her body? That was an odd way of putting it. But Mike shrugged. There was another issue. One he hesitated to bring up because some women might find it offensive. But he had to know.

  “Is there a price?” he asked softly.

  “Isn’t there always? In this case, I just need your acceptance of me taking your body.”

  Mike blinked. She had an odd way of speaking. But what she said made sense. A favor for a favor.

  “That seems fair. How would we set it up?”

  “I have a room nearby.”

  Mike blinked. “That quick?”

  Veronica laughed a high laugh. “I hope not,” she teased.

  Mike blushed. “I just thought I’d need time to set things up. To get her to see.”

  Veronica touched rubbed Mike’s arm where she’d rested her hand. “You have to trust me. This will work.”

  Mike nodded. “Okay.”

  What am I getting myself into?

  The nearby place turned out to be a hotel room. A simple one given the downtown location.

  When the door closed, Veronica turned to Mike, stepped into his space, and kissed him. Mike’s arms went around her wi
th an automatic reaction. A girl kisses him, he holds her. Simple. His mind caught up a moment later.

  “Wow, what are we doing?”

  Veronica’s face flushed red. “I thought that was obvious.”

  Mike laughed nervously. “Yeah, but why? How does this help?”

  She touched his cheek. “It’s okay. This will work.”

  But Mike couldn’t see how. Maybe if they recorded themselves having sex? But seriously, that seemed a little extreme. Mike just wanted to be caught having sex by Diana. Which wasn’t extreme at all.

  What was he doing?

  How could he do this?

  Was he even this kind of person?

  “Veronica,” he said miserably.

  She stepped back. “Mike, this will fix everything. I promise.”

  He wavered. Just because he couldn’t see how having sex with Veronica would help, didn’t mean it wouldn’t. His head hurt just trying to parse his own thoughts.

  He started to shake his head, but Veronica grasped the hem of her sweater and lifted. Mike had always been a boob man.

  Veronica was a boob man’s wet dream.

  Her tits bounced in a heavy bra as the sweater drew them upward then released them to fall. Mike was mesmerized.

  She stepped up to him, and Mike was lost.

  Even if it didn’t help towards his vengeance, at least it would feel good!

  They kissed.

  Heated.

  Passionate.

  Strangers, they took the time to explore each other’s bodies.

  Soft touches that brought sounds of delight from the other.

  Their clothing hit the floor in a slow, but steady rhythm. One piece at a time. A naked Veronica would have stood out on even the overexposed internet.

  “Beautiful,” Mike whispered as her panties slid down her body. The last piece of clothing hiding her.

  A thick thatch of blond hair glided into view. Fair, it might have been lost to vision if not for the thickness. Seeing pubic hair surprised Mike. Diana had never had it, keeping herself waxed. Mike wasn’t even sure Veronica’s had ever seen so much as a razor or a tweezers.

  After getting over the surprise, he liked it. He couldn’t wait to run his fingers and tongue through it.

  Catching his gaze, Veronica blushed. “I know most women take care of that, but I just… couldn’t.”

  Mike grinned. “I don’t mind. I like it.”

  “Really?”

  “Really.”

  Veronica held out her hand and pulled Mike towards the bed with her.

  They tumbled into a heap on the cheap bedspread, lips searching each other out. Hands rubbed backs, exploring again.

  Limbs entwined; Mike wasn’t sure how long he could wait. His cock throbbed. Ached. He wanted more.

  At the same time, he wanted to savor every inch of Veronica’s lush body. The soft stomach, the flared hips, the most tantalizing boobs he’d ever seen.

  So, they took their time, as Veronica seemed to agree with the idea of going slow.

  Kisses.

  Across her neck.

  Tasting her.

  His tongue flickered across her pulse, bringing a cry.

  When he reached her breasts, he stayed for what felt like hours, even if it couldn’t have been. Delighting in the feel. The weight. The way they moved to his touch.

  But as they explored, they increased their pace.

  Arousal driving them faster.

  Until Veronica moaned. “I can’t take anymore. Please. I’ve waited so long.”

  Mike didn’t think they’d been playing that long, but he wasn’t going to complain.

  “How do you want to?” he asked.

  She groaned. “Take me, take me, Mike.”

  That was a command he couldn’t refuse.

  The thought briefly touched his mind that they were duplicating the position he’d seen Diana and Chad in, but Veronica’s body beneath his drove the brief interruption away.

  Slick.

  He slid inside her.

  Cried out.

  Everything twisted.

  “Yes,” a deep voice called.

  He thrust again.

  “Oh god,” a golden soprano called out.

  Mike shook his head, trying to clear the confusion.

  “Keep going,” two voices said.

  Was someone else in the room?

  No. One of the voices was his.

  Wasn’t it?

  Then why couldn’t he remember speaking? What was going on?

  “Go, take me!”

  He moved.

  Pushed.

  Thrust into.

  Forward.

  Raised his hip to meet the thrust.

  Faster.

  Two bodies.

  Two minds.

  Entwined deeper than Mike had ever felt.

  Tangled together, they fell over the edge into an oblivion of pleasure.

  Voices raised together, they cried out as the ecstasy exploded in them.

  Mike panted.

  Groaned.

  “That was incredible.” Wait. “What’s wrong with my voice?”

  “Nothing,” a familiar voice said. Laughed. “Nothing at all. It worked.”

  “Worked? What worked?”

  “The switch. I’d been stuck so long; I didn’t think it would work!”

  “What’s happening?” Mike opened his eyes. Looked up into familiar eyes. A familiar face. A familiar body.

  Mike looked at his body.

  He just no longer wore it.

  He is Her

  “What the hell?” Mike said. He scrambled backward from the strange apparition. It had to be fake. He couldn’t be looking at himself.

  But the bouncing flesh on his chest said otherwise. Somehow, he was in Veronica’s body.

  “I told you we’d be changing bodies.”

  “I thought you meant a favor!”

  Mike’s body leaned back. “Ah. I wondered why you agreed so readily. Apparently, it doesn’t matter though.”

  “It matters a great deal!” Mike tried to lower his voice, but it still came out in a high pitch. Higher than Diana’s. He had the ultimate bedroom voice.

  “Not to the curse.”

  “Curse? What curse?” Mike held up his hand. Stared. He flexed the thin, unfamiliar fingers, the nails long and red.

  “Eh. There’s a book in my apartment that explains it. You can read it if you want the long explanation. The short explanation is that the curse body swaps cheaters. But only if the cheater agrees. You can see where that makes things harder.”

  Veronica blinked and looked down at her—Mike’s—cock. “Ha! Harder! I can do that again.”

  “Wait. You’re a man?”

  “I am now.”

  “But you were a man, before you were a woman?”

  “Yeah. That was a while ago.”

  “This body doesn’t look that old.”

  Veronica smiled. “That’s because it doesn’t age. The one advantage. Well, it won’t age until the curse is broken.”

  “How do you break the curse?”

  “Fuck if I know.”

  Mike swarmed up. “Give me back my body!”

  “I can’t,” Veronica said with a laugh. “That’s the best part. There’s nothing you can do except find another poor sap.”

  “I-I didn’t even…” He wanted to say he didn’t cheat. But he had. But hadn’t it been justified?

  “Yeah. That’s what I thought too. I just wanted revenge. But the curse doesn’t care.” A note of bitterness had crept into Mike’s old voice. Had he really sounded like that?

  “What am I supposed to do now?” he whispered.

  “Frankly, I don’t care. There’s an apartment, I’ve done alright in investments. But you aren’t rich.”

  “What about my friends? My… my girlfriend?”

  Veronica shrugged. “You’re welcome to try to tell them. From what I read, most curse victims do. It doesn’t work.”

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�Doesn’t work?”

  “Something in the curse keeps people from believing.” Veronica laughed. “Or it might just be that it’s fucking impossible to body swap, so no one will believe.”

  Mike slumped back onto the bed. What could he do? He likely could convince some of his friends. They’d know it was him by asking questions. Though he could see how they might think it’s a prank. That he’d given “Veronica” all the answers. But how could he provide a lifetime of answers to one person?

  Or maybe they’d think he was feeding the answers to her through technology. If he wasn’t stuck in a woman’s body, he doubted he’d believe it.

  “Hey, at least if you’re stuck in a woman’s body, it’s a hot one. That’s a plus.”

  “How is that a plus?”

  Veronica shrugged. “I was trying to be optimistic.”

  Watching his pale, weak, muscles almost non-existent, body dressing, Mike had to admit he should have been exercising. Lack of time or not. It was better than thinking he was trapped.

  “Oh! I almost forgot. Your new phone’s password is 123456.”

  “Uh, that’s a stupid password.”

  “Yep. You should probably change it. All the information you need about your new life is in there.” She smiled. “Good luck!”

  Mike watched his body slip out of the room.

  What was he going to do now?

  He paused.

  A gym.

  Men at the gym had fantastic bodies, some of them anyway. If he had to switch to a new body, why not one premade to look good?

  If he seduced a good looking man…

  A new body, a great one, and quick.

  Well, maybe not quick.

  Mike had no idea how to seduce anyone.

  But he could learn.

  The thought of fucking men shouldn’t appeal to him, but his body did react to the idea.

  Mike groaned. Great, he was a heterosexual woman. After being a heterosexual man. Couldn’t he have been a lesbian?

  How did the body control the attraction anyway? That seemed unfair. Thinking about Diana, her feisty lovemaking. Down below his stomach, Mike’s… something tightened. Oh god, I have a pussy.

  Mike curled up into a ball. He’d need to think about this before moving forward.

  Maybe he could figure out how to get his own body back. Without fucking anyone. That seemed like the best idea.

  But the idea of vengeance wouldn’t go away.