Manhattan Miracle

by Dawning, Dee

  The corners of my mouth curled up into a big smile. "I think that's a capital idea. What would you like to do?"

  "Well for starters, since today is going to be a fun day, all of a sudden I've grown hungry. Could we get something to eat?"

  "Absolutely. I'm suddenly hungry too. Let me grab a couple menus."

  A few minutes after twelve, shortly after we finished our meal, I watched with alarm as some of my Bayside co-workers began to drift in. What was I thinking when I asked Amber to meet me here? Like yesterday, since I'd told Wally I was sick, I couldn't afford to be seen. So I fished forty dollars out of my wallet, grabbed Amber's hand and pulled her out of the booth. "We need to go." Keeping my back to everyone, I explained, "People are coming in from work and I'm supposed to be sick."

  Amber nodded. Like yesterday, she slipped between me and my colleagues and with my face buried in her hair again, she led me out to the street.

  Outside, a woman's voice yelled, "Lew! Amber!"

  Busted! My heart sank, but when I looked, I grew excited. It was Ginger standing by a Checker Cab, as Brad paid the driver.

  We ran over to the cab and hugged Ginger. "Perfect." I pulled both women into the cab with me and shouted to Brad. "Brad. Let's go to The Bowery. Drinks are on me."

  Brad smiled and got in. "You're buying. What's the occasion? Trying to get in Ambers panties?"

  I laughed. "Of course I'm trying to get in Amber's panties. Can you blame me?"

  Brad flashed thumbs up, Amber giggled and Ginger elbowed me. "C'mon boys do we really have to be so vulgar?"

  "Sorry. You hot, hot ladies bring out the worst in me."

  ~ * * ~

  Milton reached over and answered the ringing intercom. "Yes, Grace."

  "Mr. Lancaster is here to see you."

  "Send him in."

  A minute later a square jawed, square faced, law enforcement type with a mustache and flattop walked into the office. "Good afternoon, Boss."

  "Good afternoon, Ray. That was fast. You got something for me on Ginger Allen?"

  "Depends on what you're after. You were in a hurry so I couldn't take the time I usually do for a thorough background check."

  "Any photos?" Milton took the offered folder from his security chief. "I want something on that gorgeous, little cock teaser. Something I can use to bend her to my will."

  Ray sat in a chair opposite the president's chair. "Yes, I have photos of her; she is a hot- looking bitch."

  Milton grew hopeful. "Any naked?"

  Ray grinned. "Milt, you sneaky devil. Are you going to turn her into your personal assistant whore, like you did Lily, a couple of years or so back, and the others before her? Boy, that was one hot little minx."

  "Yeah she was. She was worth every cent she cost me. I made hundreds of millions off her."

  "Ya think they'll ever figure out what happened to her or the others?"

  "Not if you did your job." Milton, opened the folder and began thumbing through the photos. "I don't see any naked pictures in here."

  Ray leaned forward. "Unfortunately, I didn't locate any naked ones, but this is only a preliminary search. I'm sure there are some floating around. There always are. Do you need them?"

  "I guess not. I was just hoping for a preview."

  Ray snickered. A preview. Milt, you sly fox, you."

  Milton leaned forward, resting on his elbows. "Oh, this is good. Our sweet young thing is a high-priced freelance escort-whore. That's how she can live in Central View Condos, a Manhattan luxury hi-rise." Milton looked at Ray and grinned. "I think we have the vivacious little whore right where we want her."

  ~ * * ~

  The Bowery was only two miles away, but it was far enough that people from Bayside seldom ventured there. On the way over, I asked Brad, "How come you and Ginger were in a cab? Didn't you work today?"

  "We did."

  "Then where were you coming from?"

  Ginger answered, "We had to check something out."

  "What?"

  Brad sighed. "It's personal."

  I shut up. Five minutes later the hostess seated us in a booth at The Bowery. Before we ordered, Ginger whispered to Amber.

  Amber nodded and Ginger informed us men, "Amber and I are going to the ladies room."

  I raised my forefinger up. "Hold on. Before you girls leave what would you like to drink?"

  "Would you order a Victoria's Secret for me, Hon?"

  "Sure, What about you, Ginger?"

  "I'll have a Maker's Mark on the rocks. Make it a double."

  "Got it."

  As the dazzling duo waltzed away, I stared at Brad. "Maker's Mark? That's what you drink."

  He grinned. "Must have tasted mine and liked it."

  I scrunched my nose. "A beautiful, elegant woman like that wants straight whisky?"

  Brad shrugged. "What can I say? The girl has a mind of her own."

  "Is that what you're getting?"

  He shook his head. "No, I'm in the mood for a Pink Lady."

  ~ * * ~

  I led Amber into the restroom. As soon as we entered she grabbed my arm. "All right, what's this important thing you need to tell me?"

  I glanced around. The restroom looked empty, but I was about to tell Amber something that sounded crazy. Lest anyone hear and think I was Looney Tunes, I checked every stall before turning to her. "We found out how our bodies got switched."

  "You did!" Amber's mouth and eyes rounded. "That's fantastic! How?"

  "This young woman—if that's what she is—with short blonde hair did it."

  "A woman?" Amber exclaimed, her voice an octave higher than normal, "I would have expected Gandalf or at least Merlin was behind it."

  I laughed. "Me too, but, don't underestimate this girl. She and her partner brought us up a long curving flight of stairs into their office without us ever taking a step. Then she or her partner conjured up a couch and loveseat. After which one of them brought forth a glass of the most delicious orange juice I ever tasted, right before my eyes."

  Amber cocked her head. "She had a partner?"

  "Ah-huh. Her partner looked more magical. Like a grand old sorceress. They were both dressed in white. Do you think they were white witches?"

  Amber's greenish-blue eyes narrowed. "I don't know. Where was this?"

  "On Canal Street. 222 W, Canal Street, Suite 100." I dug out one of the business cards out of my pocket and handed it to her.

  "Madame Soriano, Psychic & Fortune Teller Extraordinaire." Amber frowned, then turned the card over. "Hmm. There seems to be something written on the back. Looks like email addresses."

  I snatched the card back. "I need that. Here's another."

  "This young woman. Did she say why she switched you?"

  "No, but her partner, the Madame did—sort of. Let me see. How did she put it…? 'Last week you each expressed an interest in changing places with each other.' “

  "Did you?"

  "Yes, but you know, we just met and we were talking. Anyway, Madame Soriano said, 'Brad liked the idea of being a beautiful, glamorous woman like you, so his personality could flourish through the fashionable clothing he would wear and enjoy the attention of men'. “

  "Then she said, 'Ginger on the other hand, longed to become what she has a gift for and had trained for in college—to be, a successful investment banker.'”

  "That's when she paused and said, 'My associate, being new, took you at your word and without permission, switched your bodies.'"

  "Do you believe them?"

  I frowned and nodded vigorously. "Are you kidding? They were not ordinary people—if they were even people. They exuded power. There was a magnetic charge about them. I fact when our meeting ended, they glowed. Then they morphed into some kind of golden electrical charge—lightning and sparks revolving around them—and even that faded. In thirty seconds, they were gone and the room, furniture and even the floor began to vaporize."

  Amber's lips parted and her eyes expanded. "My God, what happened?" />
  "When the floor totally vanished, I thought we'd fall hundreds of feet to our deaths, but instead we started spinning. I grabbed Brad and held on for dear life. When the spinning stopped, we were on the sidewalk in front the building we'd entered through a single door about thirty minutes before that was sandwiched between two stores, but the door had vanished."

  "Thank God you're safe. How come they wanted to see you? It's not like they had to. They could've left you dangling forever."

  "Yes, they could've and might've if they were sure we were happy with the exchange—but they weren't sure. Apparently, this change can be reversed in the short term, but then becomes permanent."

  "Really? So you could go back to being Brad? Do you want to change back?"

  "God no! I adore being Ginger. But we both have to be happy and Brad, I mean Ginger seemed to hedge a bit, when Madame Soriano pressed him."

  "So Ginger, could say she wanted her old body back and they would oblige her?"

  "Yes, but after the solstice, if I'm still in this body, it becomes permanent."

  "Don't worry. He'll stay a man. I know Ginger. She always wanted to be a Wall Street trader and now she's a mid-level investment banker with a corner office. What's she going to do? Go back to being a courtesan?"

  "She might, the money's great from what she tells me—close to a million a year."

  "That's true, but the older you get in this business the less you make. You and I are at our peak right now. By the way, have you decided if you're going to keep…you know…dating, now that you're working at Bayside?"

  "I haven't even thought about it since the debacle at Councilman Warren's house Saturday night. We should get back."

  "Yeah we should." Amber turned to leave, but I stopped her. "One thing before we go. How is it going with Lew?"

  She raised her arms out and slapped them back against her thighs. "I think okay. Once we admitted to each other that we'd like to find a way to be together our appetites returned. We just finished up an early lunch when we had to leave, because people from where he works started coming in."

  I snickered. "You like Lew a lot don't you?"

  "Yeah, I like Lew. He's cute and he makes me feel like a…normal person."

  I stomped my foot! "You are a normal person."

  "Who happens to entertain men for a living?"

  "Is he willing to let you continue doing that?"

  "I doubt it, but I refused to get into that yet. I want another fun day with him, finishing off in my bed with drapes pulled, showing the fantastic view of Manhattan and him making love to me."

  I flipped my long blonde hair back. "Ooh, you're going to love that. We better get back."

  When we returned, Lew glanced at his watch. "Where have you girls been? Your drinks have been here for ten minutes."

  I slid in by Brad. "Amber and I had a lot to talk about."

  As Amber started to slide in, Lew eased out. "Hold up babe, I need to visit the men's room."

  As Lew strolled away, I turned to Amber, "Good. Now we can talk to Brad."

  Brad squinted. "About what?"

  "I told Amber about the visit with Carpenter and Soriano."

  Brad scrunched his nose. "I wish you hadn't."

  "Why? She knows about us and she's your best friend."

  "All right, but Lew doesn't know about us. We can only talk about this when he's not around."

  "Fine. There's something else."

  "What?"

  "Amber is crazy about Lew."

  "Eh." Amber's brow dipped low and her nostrils flared. "I never said that."

  "You didn't need to. Your actions this morning and now say so. Tell me you're not crazy about Lew."

  Brad looked past me to Amber and chuckled. "Are you?"

  Amber took a sip of her Victoria's Secret. "Yes, I like Lew a lot. I think I could even love him. He's a great guy and he makes me feel good."

  "And Lew is flat out captivated by you."

  "He is?"

  Brad grinned, "You're all he could talk about, while you were in the Ladies’ Room. Have you discussed a career change with him?"

  "No, I didn't want to get into those issues, yet. I want to get to know him better and make sure we're compatible, especially sexually before we do."

  "He's gonna want one, you know."

  Amber looked rattled. She gulped her drink down. "I expect he might and I'll listen to what he says, but giving up the security of almost a million dollars a year is going to be extremely difficult."

  "Tell me about it," chirped Brad, "Luckily, my new half-mil a year job, creates a nice cushion."

  I banged my empty old fashion glass down on the table a bit noisier than I wanted. "Which, I might add, is actually the job I earned."

  Brad sipped his Pink Lady and responded, "Oh you're having too much fun being a girly girl to worry about that. And don't we pool our incomes and split it fifty-fifty."

  Amber was impressed. "You do! That's cool."

  "Besides, if you want your old job back, you only have to email Suzi and tell her before the solstice."

  "I'll do no such thing. I'm not so sure about you though."

  "Don't worry. Your gender is safe for now."

  "For now? See Amber. See why I worry."

  "I told you not to worry. I'm not going to give up a corner Wall Street office." Brad sighed. "Yet, there's something about the permanence of…oh, never mind."

  "Well, however you decide, you're both my friends forever."

  Lew slid in beside Amber. "Did I miss anything?"

  "No, but Amber has something to say to you."

  "Oh, what's that?"

  Amber flashed a “curses on your unborn children” look in my direction then took Lew's hand and kissed it. "Nothing, Sweetheart." She kissed him. "I'm so glad I met you. I just want to have a fun time today with you and…" With her mouth half open, Amber didn't move a muscle.

  "And what?"

  She smiled and touched the tip of Lew's nose with her index finger. "That's for you to find out."

  Chapter Fifteen

  I woke up a half hour earlier than my usual 6:15 a.m. Careful not to wake Brad, I eased out of bed. Naked from the night's sexy antics, I pranced into the bathroom, thinking shower. After reaching in and turning the valves, I went to the vanity to brush my teeth while the shower warmed up. The image in the vanity mirror drew my attention. I stepped up to the cabinet and stared. Today was the sixth day I woke up as a woman. Will I ever get used to the idea of seeing myself as a woman?

  I scrutinized my reflection. I studied my/Ginger's sexily messed up, blonde hair and gorgeous face. Then I lowered my gaze to my/her long lissome form. Breasts! I have breasts! Up high and proud on my/her chest were two perfectly shaped 36C natural breasts. I cupped each boob and lifted them up. Studying myself in the mirror, I lowered my chin and stretched my tongue toward my right breast. Almost. One measly inch separated the tip of my nipple and my outstretched tongue.

  I re-cupped and began to knead these wondrous objects—breasts—teasing the nipples with my thumbs. It felt good and…the nipples grew hard. I raised the other handful with its jutting nipple and stretched my tongue out again. One stinking quarter-inch!

  "What are you doing?"

  Startled, I jumped. My heart beat a mile a minute as I glanced into the mirror. Standing behind and to my left was Brad. He had a smile on his face.

  "Did you like the show?"

  He chuckled. "Very much."

  "I spun around and hugged him. "Oh, Baby, you scared me."

  "I'm sorry."

  "Well since you're here, take a shower with me." I grasped Brad's hand. "Help me take the edge off."

  Brad laughed. "You mean all the climaxes you had last night weren't enough?"

  I dragged him toward the shower. "Did I have a lot of climaxes?"

  "Ah-huh. Between you and Amber it reminded me of that song Dueling Banjos."

  I stepped into the large, luxurious, marble shower. "What do you mean?"
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br />   Brad followed and wrapped his arms around me, his hardness lining up with the line of my butt. "You'd have an orgasm and a few minutes later Amber would have a bigger one. Then you would have a bigger one. It was like Dueling Orgasms."

  "Dueling Orgasms." I turned, kissed him lightly on his lips, and pushed my breasts against him as I did so. "That's funny. I knew Amber had a great time with Lew, but I didn't notice we had alternating orgasms."

  "Yep, and I can unequivocally state the women have louder climaxes than men."

  I sat on the seat along the far wall while water sprayed from a showerhead at each end. "You may be right. I barely heard Lew. I hope he had a good time."

  "Don't worry about Lew. I'll wager Lew had the time of his life, special delivering all those momentous climaxes to the most beautiful woman he's ever been with. I know I did with you."

  "You're sweet." Pulling Brad up with me, I rose. "Come, let's turn all the valves on." Luxuriating in a swirling mist of steam and water, we embraced as jets seemed to spray us from every direction. Retrieving a bar of soap from the soap niche, I soaped and began to stroke Brad's body.

  He lolled his head back and groaned. Then he took the soap bar from me and began to return the favor.

  In no time our actions led to us being in the throes of passion. I forced my tongue past his lips, swirling it around his mouth, while my hands rubbed him everywhere. As he caught his breath, I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him in tight. Standing on my tiptoes, I ground my recess into his fingers and my groin into his stiffness. Wrapping my arms around Brad's neck, with a sultry, almost breathless voice, I whispered in his ear, "Please. I need it."

  Backing me against the wall, Brad's hands deftly grabbed my bottom and lifting my feet off the ground, hovering my warm, wetness above his hardness.

  The maelstrom of whirling steam and water spraying highlighted the erotic ambiance of our liaison. With vapors swirling around, the showerhead rained over us.

  Whimpering, I crossed my ankles just above his derriere and bit into his shoulder as we moved together in a slow rhythm. I responded to his every mind-jangling stroke with a push of my own. Suddenly, a wet, coolness shocked me as he pushed my back against the cold tile wall. With each movement, my skin pushed up only to be dragged down the wall with the next movement.