Charmed Right Out of Yourself
By Eric; and Jacquie Windsor (edited by Caleb Jones)
(Note we are just having Fun with the
Characters of charmed. NO copy write infringement
Intended)
PROLOGUE
Prue was very worried. What if the succubus had possessed
her sister Piper at her club when exorcized? True, why
would a succubus have possessed Piper when a red-hot babe
like herself was available was open to question? But the
possibility remained - especially when the bitch demon spat
'I'll be back!' Why demons loved Arnold's movies was one of
the great mysteries of the Universe. This time though she would
not change herself into a man. That had been a terrible idea! She
was hardly a hunk at 5'2" and 112 - ER 108 pounds, plus she had
looked like a sissy. She glanced at the book of shadows.
'Here was a body-swapping spell.
'That's the ticket!' she would lure some hunk into the
house, swap bodies with him and imprison him in the house, while
she tested her sister. Why couldn't her sisters be half as smart
as herself? It was a thought Prue often had since she had to do the
thinking for the three of them so often!
( For those who don't know what a succubus is - Webster's
dictionary defines it as follows: )
"A succubus is a bloodthirsty species of minor female
demons that survives on the life forces of human males -
very much like a divorce lawyer. "
Chapter one: There will be some changes made
Prue went into the banker's club, Earlier, using her
powers of Telekinesis, she had slammed the doorman who
snottily asked her if she was a member back into an alley.
The jerk would be out for hours. Prue looked around she didn't
want any old male body for her soul. Only the best would have
to do - just as in her clothes.
Ah - there was the handsome and rich investment banker
Perry St. Clair; perfect.
Perry was trying to drown his sorrows. He was feeling sorry for
himself. The damn Las Vegas sharks had reneged on a loan and
he had lost a 100,000 at the tables. And sauce on the tart was his
life dull! Nothing exciting ever happened to him! (Little did he
know that was about to change!) He turned and saw one of the
sexiest women he had ever met come up and look him in he eyes.
This must be my lucky night, he thought, grinning.
An hour later they were back into Prue's house and she was
grinning like a cat that cat eaten its quote of kittens. "Just
let me slip into something more comfortable"
she cooed in an incredibly sexy voice.
"What' that?" asked the charmed man.
"Your body" said Prue with a sinister grin on her beautiful face.
Perry was incredibly aroused. He stood and wrapped his
arms around the beautiful woman. Strange she seemed to be
chanting things under her breath. Then she kissed him.
WOW! His whole body felt alive. His heart hammered like it
was threatening to burst from his breast. Suddenly he felt strange.
He felt his strong arms clasping the slender, sexy young woman.
But at the same time he felt - like a faint echo - his body being
clasped. He grew lightheaded. He felt arms round him holding
him tight. He staggered and would have fallen - he felt like he
was on stilts. But strong arms kept him upright. He opened closed
eyes and screamed in a high pitched voice. Opposite him, grinning
at him was himself - Perry St. Clair! This Perry grinned at him.
"Hello, Prue" said the man. Perry looked down and fainted.
He was in Prue's sexy, female body.
Prue picked Perry up with strong arms and carried the man in her
BEAUTIFUL body over to the sofa. She took out rope
and trussed her real body up. It was weird - she felt so
strong! Prue ran her hands over her borrowed, muscular
body. Hot damn! Prue looked down at her real body. 'I'm
even more gorgeous and sexy than I thought!'
She said, with vast complacency.
The beautiful woman on the couch stirred and opened her
come hither eyes, which shown with fear and disbelief.
"What happened?" Perry asked in a throaty, female voice.
"I've borrowed your body for a short time. I'm going to see if
my sister is possessed by a demon. Just a run of the mill thing
with us Halliwell sisters."
"Sure - a slice of life" he - now she - said sarcastically. Perry
struggled futilely against the ropes. He felt so weak. "Why am I
tied up? I demand you let me go and switch us back at once or
I'll have my lawyer sue your pants off."
Perry saw her former face grin. "Well since I'm wearing your clothes
that might be a little awkward for you, besides he's MY Lawyer now. "
Perry was frightened. He was just a helpless female now!
"How and why did you do this? Are you a wicked witch?"
Prue frowned. Strange how often people made that mistake!
"No, I'm a good witch. I protect the innocent. "
"You call stealing my body good? What about me - I'm a
good person."
"Hardly, you're an investment banker. Besides, I'm not
stealing your body. I'm just borrowing it, and being in my wonderful
body even for just a few hours should be interesting - so there's
your interest payment!" Prue laughed.
Perry didn't find it funny, he no SHE only groaned and rolled big beautiful eyes.
Don't go away " Prue said, grinning, as she left the house and got in
Perry's big super expensive custom Mercedes and sped off to Piper's club.
Perry struggled girlfully in Prue's lovely body, but was
helpless against the bounds. Boy did I ever get rolled, she thought.
At Piper's club Prue walked in like 'he' owned the place.
Piper's mouth dropped. It was her investment banker, Mr.
St. Clair. What was he doing there? Her heart thundered in her breast.
Was he going to foreclose?
Prue (in the guise of the investment banker Perry) invited Piper to
the guy's penthouse apartment. This way she could save some bucks
by using Perry's liquor!
Prue isn't as dumb as she looks. Actually now in Perry's body she is
tall, broad shouldered and a very good looking, well to do man of about 35.
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Chapter 2. Piper Is Checked Out
Piper sat on a leather sofa as the handsome dark-haired man stood
in front of her. She felt disoriented. What was in those drinks anyway?
He edged closer to her. He was sexy, but Piper loved her white lighter
boyfriend. She edged away.
"I thought we were here to talk about my loan?"
Prue was relieved. No succubus would have passed the
opportunity to make a meal of this luscious piece of male
flesh.
Prue laughed. "Piper its me, Prue - your smarter sister.
I thought the succubus possessed you. That's why I
brought you here--to defeat the monster--without harming
you."
"Oh, Prue, thank you--I love you--but I was able to protect myself
by casting the 'Away Succubus' spell from page 304 of the Book
of Shadows. Remember? You, Phoebe and me learned that one last year."
"Oh? Did we? I guess I forgot all about that." Prue
frowned with Perry's handsome face.
Piper wasn't about to admit that she had just made that spell up!
Actually, the demon didn't think she was worth trying to possess,
and thought she was too whiny and weepy! Piper straightened her
pretty, low-cut evening dress as it clung effortlessly to her skin.
"Gosh, you sure caste a great illusion. I could swear you are
Mr. St. Clair!"
Prue laughed and modeled the body for her sister's pleasure.
"No illusion, Sis. This is Perry's St. Clair's body. I 'borrowed' it."
"Wow! Then he is in your body? " She giggled. "He must
love that!" Piper looked suddenly thoughtful. While you're
in there, could you write me a check or two?"
Prue grinned. " Why not?"
As Prue was writing a huge check, Piper was admiring her
sister's new form. "Wow you sure can pick men's bodies,
Prue! The guy even has great clothes as well as great
shoulders!"
"Yes, very nice tailoring, Armani! This guy whose body I
switched with has good taste in threads. "
"Uh--Prue--I just thought of something."
"What is it? Is the succubus returning?"
"No. Where is your body right now? I mean, you had to
switch, right? So Perry St. Clair, probably as pissed as hell,
is running around as Prue, isn't he? Couldn't he get you in
trouble? Demons are bad enough, now you had to go and mess
with an investment banker!"
"You know, Piper, I never considered that. That's so clever of you.
Grams would be proud of your terribly accurate logic," said Prue
sarcastically. "Don't worry. I have her - ER... him - well, my body
tied up in our old house. Nothing can go wrong. OOPS, that is
unless Phoebe forgot what I told her and releases me - him. I told
her to stay away until after 11 though..." Prue scratched her head.
"And by now Phoebe's probably back from the mall, if she saw the
movie I told her to go to."
Piper stared at the hunky, pure, strong physical specimen of
male in front of her. She smiled.
"Considering it's around midnight, I would guess that
Phoebe's been back from shopping for some time now."
Prue said nothing - he couldn't take his eyes off Piper's
creamy, soft cleavage.
Piper shrugged and this made her even more fascinating.
"Why should we worry. Phoebe can take care of herself for a
few minutes longer. She's a witch, remember?"
Deep inside Prue's mind, she briefly considered this.
Phoebe was a witch, certainly, whose magical ability was
clairvoyance, but otherwise she was as dumb a post. She
probably wouldn't even go into the living room.
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Chapter 3 Phoebe 'helps' out around the house.
Phoebe stared blankly at Prue, tied on the couch..
"Tell me this again," she said, brushing her hair away from her pretty,
young face. "You--Prue--aren't really Prue. Your name's Perry, and
you're a MAN! An investment banker from Palo Alto." She laughed
merrily. "Prue, what a ridiculous story. You shouldn't be embarrassed
by bondage games. I think they're REALLY sexy! I never suspected you
had a sense of fun behind that cute bitchy exterior!" Phoebe giggled.
The confused former man sitting on the couch in Prue's
body decided to keep her mouth shut about the switch.
Maybe then this stupid girl would untie him.
Perry, inhabiting Prue's form, looked down at her new body. All she
could see was a tight wrap dress with a set of big round breasts
protruding from her new chest. Usually Perry feel quite aroused by
that view, but instead felt only somehow "cute". 'My best bet,' she
thought 'right now, was to pretend to be this Prue and get untied by this
bimbo.' She was sexy, but for some reason Perry wasn't turned on.
Soon Phoebe had her 'sister' released and spoke.
"Prue, believe me, I know - for bondage games you need a
man! It just doesn't work out on its own!" 'Prue was so clueless
when it came to guys and sex! she thought. Phoebe nodded at Prue.
Her vision blurred abruptly and she looked as though she'd been hit
with a small mallet. A clairvoyant apparition suddenly materialized
in her head- Piper was with a really gorgeous guy in his penthouse
apartment.
"Gosh Piper had gotten lucky! I see her in a great apartment with
some rich hunk! " She giggled "I sure hope that Leo doesn't find out!"
Phoebe's head wagged as she shook away the effects of her
unpredictable ability.
"Hello, hello--Earth to whoever you are--" said Perry
growing impatient.
Phoebe came out to find 'Prue' waving her arms in front of her face.
Perry gritted his teeth, thinking it wouldn't do any good to say
"My name's Perry, not Prue. I don't know who the hell you are,
and I have no idea what I'm doing in this sexy FEMALE body
with big boobs!"
Instead, Perry said words that popped into his - her head
"You sound like you're being a jealous bitch!"
This did not go down well with the younger woman.
"I'm no bitch, Prue! You're the bitch - always telling us
what to do - you're just jealous becomes I'm YOUNGER
and sexier than you and you can't find a man!"
The new Prue stood up angrily and stalked across the room.
Perry, in Prue's curvaceous form, was furious. How dare this
bitch say she was prettier! Perry kept hurling random insults
at Phoebe, narrowing her grey eyes in anger. At once, a book
flew off the nearby table and missed Phoebe's head by inches,
crashing into the wall beyond her.
Perry was astonished. Her ruby red lips parted in shock.
"Prue! Don't do that! I'm sorry I got you mad, OK? Now
knock it off. You shouldn't use your witch powers on me.
I'm your baby sister." Phoebe, tried to look innocent and
failed miserably.
Perry stared at the shapely witch across the room, then
shifted his gaze to the crumpled shape of the book lying
on the carpet.
"Sure, I'll knock it off--I guess."
"Listen Prue, why don't you just stay here and cool down.
I've got to go see Piper"
Phoebe didn't want Prue horning in on her attempt to swipe
that gorgeous guy away from their middle sister. After all
Piper already had a man. Poor Prue could be so jealous.
Right now the clairvoyant felt that her older sister needed to
relax. Next she might hurl the kitchen sink at her! Phoebe
hated when Prue did that. Their plumbing repair bills were
going out of sight!
"Sure--go ahead," agreed Prue, to Phoebe's relief. "I am
feeling kind of--weird inside--"
Phoebe grabbed a shimmering black vinyl jacket and rushed
towards the front door. She checked herself out in the
mirror and freshened her make-up.
"Hey, Prue, if anyone calls I'll be back in no time. You just
watch some TV or something." She headed for the door.
Perry touched her new body, disappointed in a way that it
didn't feel quite as sexy inside a female form as it did
touching one --well--when she was still in a male body.
Perry felt mainly just pretty. She heard the front door shut as
Phoebe rushed out.
Perry thought about what he might do, alone in the big
house, hoping that the real Prue would keep the promise of
switching them back! She wandered out of the living room,
pausing at the staircase leading up. Slowly, she climbed the
stairs, aware of the difficulty in negotiating them with high
heels strapped to these tiny feet. At the top of the stairs she
discovered a row of partly open doors leading to the girls' rooms.
The entire ambiance of the large house was spooky yet tidy.
The rooms weren't any different. Perry peeked into each one,
prepared for almost any surprise, though quite certain that
nothing could outdo the genuine surprise of finding one's self
inside a strange girl's beautiful body, so she assumed that the
girl herself must have been naturally wary. The odd sensation of
sending a book flying through the air at the squint of an eye led her
to understand that original Prue was probably a little ill-tempered.
Perry experimented and found she was able to move things with her
mind. WOW! This was way cool! Chairs, pictures clothes crumpled
on the floor all went hurling around!
Each door yielded a variation on the blackness theme;
splashes of color were limited to the pillowcases, a quilt, gilded
bedposts, unusual-looking glassware, and the occasional throw rug.
"Don't these girls know anything other than black? I mean they're
taking this witchcraft thing a little too seriously," she thought.
Across the upstairs hallway from the three bedrooms was
the door to the bathroom and another closed door. Perry
reached out to turn the knob, but nothing happened.
"Locked--gee-reat," she bitched, sounding so much like
Prue that anyone would be deceived.
Perry wandered into the bathroom. The former man looked
into the mirror, becoming accustomed to the soft, black-haired
female that returned her stare.
"Oh dear," Perry sighed, "I guess should just have a shower and
forget about the body switch. Not much I can do about it!"
She reached out to delicately turn the faucets, then disrobed
without needing to think about it and stepped into the stall. The
warm spray felt good on the silken skin. Her smooth fingers
caressed the sexy body. There are certainly worse ways to while
away the time! Perry thought sensuously.
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Chapter 4 Phoebe Pounces
Phoebe arrived at the apartment in time to see Piper and the hunk,
talking. How boring, thought Phoebe! What's wrong with my sister
letting a gorgeous guy like this go to waste?
"Hi Piper, hope I'm not interrupting anything?" said Phoebe, innocently.
"Uh--no--not at all," answered her slender sister. This was really awkward.
Should or should they not tell their bimbo sister what was going on?
Artfully, Pheebs glided sensuously between her sister and
the wealthy hunk.
"Aren't you going to introduce me?" she asked in a sexy
voice.
Piper opened her mouth to tell her sister the truth, but
Prue spoke first.
"Perry St. Clair!" Prue said, in a vibrant baritone voice. "This vision
of nocturnal loveliness must be the wonderful Phoebe you told me
so much about."
"ER--yeah--," said Piper. She was tempted to explain
everything to Phoebe, but Prue obvious wanted to tease
their sister. At least she hoped that was all Prue was up to!
"Piper, weren't you going to go see your other sister or
something? Make sure she is tied - I mean not all tied up?"
Prue's hand extended to greet Phoebe. "I simply must learn all
about this enchantress." He took Phoebe's far from unwilling hand
and kissed it gallantly.
Boy would lusty Phoebe freak out if she knew who was
kissing her hand. Piper grinned inside. Let the little man stealer be
embarrassed. Besides, Prue had told her to go and check on Perry
to make sure that Perry in Prue's body was keeping out of trouble.
Pheebs was glad to see her sister leave. God, what a catch she had made.
Perry St. Clair was loaded, and gorgeous. This would be her lucky night!
"So, my beautiful, sexy darling, have you ever seen the back seat of a
custom Mercedes with gold handles?" Perry had a great new car. Cars
really aroused Phoebe, as Prue well knew.
"No, I haven't," giggled Phoebe. "I'm sure it's very nice though. You have
a custom Mercedes?" The guy was really rich!
"Oh, indeed," replied Prue, enjoying the effect of this
vibrant, vital baritone on the curvy witch nestled against this male body.
Prue led the bemused girl down to the private garage to a
magnificent black sedan.
"After you, Phoebe," he said, opening the rear door to let her in.
"Oo-ooh, this car smells brand new," winked Phoebe, "I just love that
smell. This must have been very expensive."
"It was!" Prue shook his head in blind amazement at how
shallow Pheebs was. Nevertheless, he was growing
stimulated by the sight and feel of Phoebe's sexuality. The vanity merely
served to increase his desire.
"It's warm enough--you won't need that jacket in the car," smiled the man.
Phoebe agreed instantly, shedding it and tossing it carelessly outside the
car before climbing in ahead of her target. The clairvoyant's clinging
skirt was already riding up on her hips, and her generous breasts thrust out
invitingly beneath the flimsiest, lowest-cut top imaginable.
Using Perry's hands, Prue wordlessly removed the blouse
and Phoebe's grinned smugly. Already the guy couldn't keep
his hands off her. Phoebe leaned up to seal a kiss upon his
lips, while running her hand along the inside of the man's shirt.
Phoebe spoke: "Kissing a handsome a rich guy like you is a pleasure!"
Prue's heart skipped a nervous beat, yet he succumbed to
the wonderful feeling of Phoebe's in his arms! He stroked
his sister's lovely hair. Boy could Pheebs kiss! She was driving him crazy.
She hadn't lost her touch, Phoebe thought smugly.
Soon the guy would be putty in her hands - and mouth!
"Funny thing is," remarked Phoebe, "my sister back home
kept on mumbling something stupid about Perry this and
Perry that. Isn't that hinky?"
"ER--hinky--yes," said Prue, breathing hard.
mouth, yet he wanted more--eventually. There was just
something about the curvaceous brunette. God was the girl
sexy as hell! No wonder she got all the guys. "You're the
Sexiest girl in the world!"
"I'm that good?" Phoebe asked coyly, wiggling her
shoulders to provoke a reaction from the man she assumed
to be nothing other than Perry St. Clair. She knew she was
hot she had the guy hooked already!
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Chapter 5 Perry Finds Enlightenment
Perry finished the shower, VERY refreshed and VERY
enlightened about the female form divine! She wrapped a
towel around Prue's silky smooth body, and left the warmth of
the bathroom for the cool hallway. Instinct guided him to the real
Prue's room. She felt like appearing pretty - no beautiful, and a
wave of sensuality and uncommon fashion sense overcame her
annoyance at being swapped with a woman. The cool air of the
hallway hurried her along, and it was much easier to move along
barefoot than it had been in those high heels.
"Still, though, I don't feel completely dressed without the heels,"
Perry admitted to herself.
Inside Prue's room, she found the clothes closet, swinging the
door open to reveal a long rack of hanging black outfits.
"Doesn't this chick have any other colors?" she thought.
Rummaging along the line of clothes, Perry found only a
few bright colors, which came as a minor disappointment.
Perry was finally able to select a casual-but-sexy mix of
clingy outerwear-a sequined tube-top, black leather skirt
and an ethereal black shawl-like garment. She dropped the towel
and struggled to fit the jazzy red tube-top over her smooth round
boobs. Before struggling similarly into the skirt, she decided to
procure a set of garters and lovely patterned stockings. Perry took
unexpected pleasure at smoothing the stockings over his legs and
attaching them to the garter clips. It was only as an afterthought that
he remembered to put on a pair of panties. They were violet, clingy
and sheer. They made her feel sexy as hell.
"I would drag me off to bed if I was still my old self!"
she thought, mildly amused at the irony of this revelation.
Still, it gave her a feeling of confidence.
Perry slipped on the skirt, draped the shawl lazily over
creamy shoulders, and selected a sexy pair of knee-high black
boots with sexy heels. By some instinct in this new body, she put
on with unerring hands, make up that made her even more beautiful.
By the time she left Prue's room a vision of powerful womanhood,
Perry St. Clair was convinced of his feminine sex appeal.
Guys would be silly putty in her hands!
Using her acquired powers she shut the door mentally.
"All this--and magical powers? Not bad at all, ol' Perry."
She maneuvered the curvy female form down the stairs with
a gracefulness she was growing more comfortable with. As
though possessed by an unseen hand, Perry slipped out the
front door and onto the sidewalk, exactly at the same
moment that Piper arrived at the back of the mansion.
The club operator, always the most enterprising and economical
of the three Halliwell sisters, had taken a shortcut down the lane
behind the house and entered it through the back door.
"Prue? I mean, Perry?" she cried, too late to hear the front door
shut. "Are you still tied up?"
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Chapter 6 Hey, Good Looking
Perry looked in vain for her Mercedes. The bastard must
have taken it along with her male body! Oh, well, she felt energized and
decided on a walk. Perry became
immediately familiar with the two-edged sword of
possessing a sexy female body, swaying and jiggling in
cool provocation down a San Francisco boulevard. An old
gentleman practically walked in front of a moving cable
car as Perry strolled past. Another fellow craned his neck from his spot on
a bench, pulled a muscle and squirmed painfully.
Perry smiled inside--fully satisfied that she truly
appeared as the brunette bombshell whose house she'd
just left.
Another man whistled and called out rudely at her--
"Hey,baby, how about us naked together?"
Perry turned at him and shot him a withering glance, which unleashed Prue's
telekinetic blast and the man,
flew backward over a railing and into large rose bushes.
He squealed in pain--'Bitch!--Ow that hurt!'-
Perry covered Prue's mouth to keep from laughing and
scrambled to escape a confrontation. She had no trouble
now walking in heels.
"I forgot about that--that power," she grimaced. "Now--
where was I going? Where was I going?"
Perry paused this beautiful body tried to organize her
fleeting sense of purpose. Something had drawn her from
the mansion, yet it was only now that Perry began to
wonder what it was. She stared at the pavement, past the
sleek curves of her rounded breasts secured in the tinselly tube-top. God!
I am so gorgeous!
"Looking decent, Prue," came a voice, seemingly out of
nowhere.
Perry whirled about, finding himself face to face with a tall and extremely
handsome man. The guy just oozed sex
appeal and Perry found her girlish heart racing.
"Uh--ah--ah-- Do I know you?" she asked, trying to control her raging
hormones..
"Prue, dear Prue," admonished the gentleman, likewise
shrugging and extending his arms as a suggestion that they were well
acquainted. "You don't recognize your old pal? It's me--Dennis."
Perry blinked and stared. There was no flicker of
recognition from whatever parts of Prue Halliwell were left in her body. If
anything, Perry felt a strange apprehension about this Dennis.
"Dennis Amsterdam." The fellow continued to behave as
though they knew each other very well indeed. He
approached with a swagger that Perry found exciting.
"Dennis -you know--I set up that financing deal for
Piper--the club?--you know now?"
"The club, yes," Perry smiled uncomfortably. "Oh yeah,
that's right. You set up that financing deal. Sure. It was through St.
Clair's bank."
Dennis chuckled at Perry's innocent candor.
"You Halliwell girls are too much sometimes," he snickered.
"Probably two brains among the three of you,
but I always took you for having a full head yourself."
"Thank you," Perry smiled, as though the offhand insult was really a
compliment.
"No problem, Prue. Anyhow, you girls know if you have
any troubles with that place, you can always come back and deal with Dennis
Amsterdam. Your credit's always blue chip with me."
Perry felt comfortable in the presence of this smooth-talking guy with the
sculpted hair and tailored suit. He seemed to be trustworthy. But why was
her head in a fog - like
"Listen, Prue -- I still owe you at least a drink or something -- I'm really
certain of that. You are just lucky enough to have stopped right here outside my
joint. Come on in--you'll like it. Trust me."
"Oh? Oh sure. The entrance is from the alley?"
"Sure is, sweetheart."
Dennis guided the gorgeous black-hair girl down a set of steep steps and
into a large, darkened room. The heels of
her sexy boots rang on the stairs. He flicked a switch
and the room glowed crimson. It was a capacious,
literally underground club. Black leather furniture and richly paneled
walls suggested an upscale discotheque--completely out of synch
with the century-old community outside.
"What's your pleasure?" asked Dennis, subtly guiding Perry towards a long,
padded bench, seating her and looking appreciative at the great legs
revealed as she sat gracefully on the bar.
He smiled. Prue was a real babe! This was going to be fun. Then he glided
behind the bar in one continual, well practiced motion. "I'm having a rum
drink we devised here last year--care to try one?"
"Sure," agreed the astonished Perry. She was feeling a little odd around
this commanding personality. He was so strong and she was so weak.
This was exciting!
Dennis returned with a pair of goblets and offered one to
the busty lady he'd ushered into his basement lair. They
each drank, her pale gray eyes reflecting vermilion from
the iridescent glow that filled the room.
"This is good--sweet--kinda coconutty, I think." Perry
smiled through Prue's plump lips. "What do you call it?"
"Wicked Witch," he smiled. "Very wicked witch."
"Who? Me?"
"The drink baby, although, you--can--be--"
Perry felt the intoxicant seize her emotions. She allowed Dennis to remove
the two-thirds-empty goblet from her delicate hand and place it, with his
own, upon a nearby table. He let the handsome gentleman lean over to place his lips on
lips that had belonged to Prue. Time sputtered into disconnected fragments, interspersed
with pure sensation.
"You are some kind of woman, Prue Halliwell."
Perry at once felt exactly as Prue must feel when she is
outrageously in love, or lust, or in infatuation. Strong Hands
massaging her back. Soon her tube-top was gone. Perry
had never been so turned on before.
The girl gasped amid the intoxication caused both by the
drink and the passion of sex. Sex. Sex! SEX!
But new instincts told the new Prue that even though this
felt great something was wrong. She knew she was sexy
But would this cause a guy's eyes to glow?
Dennis Amsterdam saw the sudden appearance of alarm
cross the girl's face. He laughed.
"Ha--you don't even recognize me--do you? Helpless,
stupid witch--I'm Distomon Abraxones-an arch-demon of
the twenty-eighth order. And you got sucked in! The
famous Prue Halliwell, caught like a teenager on a lure. I am really
enjoying this. Too bad I have to kill you
afterwards. Nothing personal - its just part of my
demon upbringing!"
His laughter raged endlessly as 'Prue' cried out in pleasure. Demon or no,
he was really had a way with the ladies. Endless waves of pleasures
filled her body!
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Chapter 7 Phoebe Gets Lucky
"Omigod. Omigod."
Phoebe lurched in sweat-soaked passion, enjoying herself
with Prue's stolen male body in the back seat of the Mercedes.
"This is wonderful gasped Prue. "You are one hot witch, Phoebe.
There's real magic in your sexy little body!"
Phoebe giggled. She was so happy. This was the best time she had ever
Had with any man. The guy seemed to know how to really please a
Female! Then the premonition of the arch-demon
filled her mind having his way with her sister Prue!
To the far away figure she whispered "God, Prue, forgive
me, Sis, I've just gotta finish this last one," Phoebe
rationalized silently. "Perry is the best! Of all the guys I've had, he
knows the best how to turn a girl on and keep her that way!
I can't let him get away!"
Soon she said.
"Listen, Perry, you're a sweetheart and everything, but I--Uh--"
"Had a premonition or something?" Prue smirked.
"No--I mean--yes," replied Phoebe, trying to find her dark clothes--a near
impossibility in the blackness of the rear seat of the sedan, amid the haze of a
moonless, foggy San Francisco night and with sweat running into her eyes. .
"I mean, whatever--um—I just have to go, that's all. Can you drive me
somewhere? And how about another date? I hate to fuck and run."
"Oh, you bet," winked Prue. "I can drive you straight to
heaven, girl."
"No--come on!--I'm serious, Perry. Where's my top--and
my skirt?"
"I'll help you find them," replied Prue, softly tracing one finger along
Phoebe's reddened cheek. "But just once more, OK?" Prue kissed
her where she loved to be kissed.
"Oh--OK," smiled the sexy girl. "But this is really,
really, really the last time. Ohhh! Perry - how do you
know what really pleases a woman?"
Prue sighed in relief, this was the best sex he ever had.
God being a man with Pheebs was great. He never dreamed
his sister was so talented! She must practice a lot.
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Chapter 8 Piper to the Rescue!
Piper wrung her hands, now convinced that her sister's body was nowhere to
be found in the big house.
"And if she--he--whatever--isn't right here, then she's--
um--he's out somewhere. And, if I'm not mistaken, she'd be dressed up like
a slut and possibly--probably--in some kind of trouble." She sighed.
"Just like another Phoebe!"
Piper was pleased with herself. She appeared to have
solved a puzzle without Prue's assistance.
The long-haired witch with the big eyes and full lips
stomped out of the kitchen, swung open the front door,
and headed outside towards the street. She passed a
surly man whose face was covered from the scratches
caused by being hurled into a rose bush. He was about to
issue another catcall, but thought he recognized her as
one of the Halliwell sisters.
"Are you one of the Halliwell sisters, by any chance?" Better safe than
sorry, he thought. Those rose thorns
hurt!
"Ah-yes," she nodded, shaking her head emphatically and
dropping her jaw in her typical manner. It ran in her family!
"I saw your sister head into a building over there with some strange-looking
guy," he said. "Now, I helped you out, honey, so don't throw me into
a damned rose bush like she did, OK?"
"Whatever," she nodded flippantly.
She followed the thorn-scratched guy's directions towards
the lane down which Perry had sashayed, earlier, in Prue's sexy form.
Before long, Piper found herself at
the top of a steep staircase leading to a basement suite.
Through the painted windows, she detected a burning red glow.
"Red glow," she muttered. "Could be danger--or an arch-
demon or a gas fire, or disco lights. I know this much - I better be
prepared."
She continued down the stairs and began to rap heavily
on the door.
"Go away! Can't a demon - ER - guy get laid in peace?" came an irritated
command from behind the door. As well, Piper listened closely to hear a
subdued shrieking--the unmistakable voice of Prue.
"Omigod," Piper fretted, before heavily kicking the door
open, nearly breaking her black high heel in the process.
Now that would be a disaster. They were brand new!
"Omigod," she squealed again.
There, arched over a padded leather bench, was Prue's
sweaty female body, being impaled in the pussy by a very
well hung man with glowing eyes. Obvious a MALE arch-
demon.
"Freeze!" she commanded.
At once, Distomon Abraxones was frozen in time.
"Bend your head backwards," urged Piper. "Cast your
telekinesis and blow the arch-demon off you!
"Urgh-ghgh," gurgled Perry, struggling to crane her head
far enough to stare straight at the frozen demon Distomon
Abraxones. She squinted hard, concentrating on her new
power to kick ass.
The arch-demon was caught completely unaware by the blast that propelled him
from the witch's body. It shot him backward into a mystical portal Piper
created, into the pits of Hell.
Still he smiled. 'What a night, Prue Halliwell was the best I had in ten
thousand years! What a woman -she sure knew how to please a guy!' He was
glad she wasn't dead. Maybe, if he played his cards right, brought her candy
and flowers and promised not to kill her, he could get another date. It was
worth a try. What a woman! She sure knew how to excite a demon!
"Prue! Or Perry--are you all right?" cried Piper.
"Well, I guess so. I am still alive But, I guess I'm all
right. And for a fiend he wasn't a bad guy. In fact he was very cute!"
The door flung open behind them. Piper whirled about,
relieved to see it was only Prue-in Perry's body--and a
disheveled and almost-naked Phoebe. Piper laughed inside.
Prue and Pheeb sure looked liked they had been 'busy'.
"Piper!" exclaimed Phoebe. "I saw the arch-demon raping
Prue. Where is it now?"
Piper grinned at her own cleverness under duress.
"I defeated it and sent it back to Hell, Phoebe."
"You defeated it?" asked Perry. "Oh really, what am I?
Canned sardines? I was the one who blasted it with my mind!"
As Phoebe stared in confusion, Piper watched Prue step a
little closer to Perry and heard Prue casting the spell to swap their bodies
back to their original state. They stared at each other with a surprised
look on each face. Then suddenly, an angry Perry lunged at Prue! But using
her powers she sent a beer stein flying through he air and it crashed into
his head and down he went like a stone.
Phoebe cried out and cradled the poor man in his arms with his head resting
on her heaving breasts.
Prue awkwardly retrieved her scattered clothing.
"Phoebe, you can come back in a few moments to capture
your man. I need to talk to Perry to make sure he keeps his mouth shut about
what happened to night."
"Good idea!" said Piper dragging the reluctant girl out.
"Oh--you know each other?" gasped Phoebe.
Piper and Prue looked at each other and beamed at their
clairvoyant sister.
"Better than you might think," said Piper with a smirk and she and Prue
laughed.
When the two sisters disappeared. Prue threw water on
Perry. The man came awake sputtering. He stared up into
her beautiful face.
"Why didn't the spell work? Why didn't we change back?'
'Prue' smiled with smug female superiority. "Simple. Who is the witch now,
and who is the investment banker?"
'Perry' looked horrified "You mean the magic remains in the body?"
'Prue" grinned. "That's just what I mean. Now I am Prue
Halliwell. Witch extraordinaire! With your powers I will
really clean up in Vegas - roulette wheel here I come! I
will get revenge on those casino hoods that took my money last year and have
a laugh! Besides, I find I really like being a sexy young witch with a great
body! Who knew being a woman is better than being a man!"
"You can't steal my body and my life and my powers!"
"Just watch me! It's just another hostile takeover for a stockbroker like
me. Or rather, like the man I was. Besides, who did the original stealing?
I'm the victim here, not you!"
"It won't do you any good. You can't use your powers
for personal gain!"
"Who says so?"
"Well - ER - "
"That's what I thought - you were too much a bimbo to test it. Well, I'm no
bimbo, babe! Look, here's how things are going to be. I am going to cast a spell on
you - so you can't tell anyone who you really were. You will have to pretend
to be Perry, the investment banker with the dull life. I will be Prue Halliwell - defender
of the innocent and incredibly successful gambler. God it will be great getting back at
those bastards in Las Vegas who took me for millions last year!"
"But I don't want to be you!" Prue said, then hesitated,
remembering the great sex as Perry and how talented
Phoebe was. Also, no demon battling - it would make a nice change to live a
peaceful life again. Besides the
brand-new Mercedes would be his as well a great penthouse
apartment with a couple of maids! And no whiny Piper! And a great big
bathroom all to himself! He would have lots
and lots of money. Also no periods, I wonder how the
new MISS Halliwell will like those? I should hide the
Midol before I go!
"You can marry Phoebe! From what I hear, she's great in
bed." added the new Prue, her feminine intuition told her the gullible male
was wavering.
Prue thought of the last few hours and got excited. A
lifetime of such sex!
"OK, ready or not!" The new Prue cast her spell and the
new Perry knew he would have to pretend to be the original one, but that
wasn't so bad, he felt, as he saw Pheebs run in and he felt her sexy
caresses.
"I hope my bitchy sister didn't hurt you!" she whispered.
"Marry me and I'll take good care of you. We were meant
to be together. No man has ever rung my chimes like you, Perry!"
This new life might not be so bad after all thought the
former Prue. "OK. Phoebe, will you marry me? I'll buy you
your own NEW Mercedes?"
"Yes, yes!" Phoebe was delighted. Her two sisters had never hooked a man to
the altar - this would make her second - or was it her third or forth?
'Maybe this one will last!' she thought happily!
Piper came in and congratulated the happy couple. They
went back to the Halliwell Mansion and toasted the
couple with Champagne. Later Piper watched Perry St.
Clair's ass as he was dragged upstairs by her sister and sighed.
"He's really cute! Phoebe is so lucky."
The new Prue smiled and thought "If you think that is lucky, come with me
when I go to Vegas!" She walked over and looked at herself in the mirror with immense
satisfaction. "I am dropped dead gorgeous. I can have sex any time I want to - men will
beg ME! No more getting shot down by women! Also I have the greatest kick
ass super power. What a lucky girl I am!"
"I am sure glad you and Perry are back in your own bodies! Things could
have gotten really mixed up. But all's well that ends well."
"Absolutely!" said her sister with a big smile.
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Epilog.
Of course neither Pheebs nor Piper ever guessed their bossy sister used to
be Perry, and Phoebe's manly husband used to be Prue. The new Prue
was even Maid of Honor at the wedding. She had the most darling gown,
she thought,very pleased. Life was great! She was so sexy even the
Archdemon had come back horns in hand begging for her
favors and
forgiveness!
The new Perry convinced his obedient, sexy young wife to
use her precog powers for them and soon grew incredibly
rich on the stock market. Phoebe would do anything for her
husband Perry!
What a hunk! He was all man!
The new Prue made millions and millions at Las Vegas and
Atlantic City before being banned from the casinos. Some
hit men tried to shoot her but ended up mysterious dying of
self-inflected
gun shot wounds - almost like the
bullets were shot backwards! The casino's decided to
write her off as a loss and leave her alone!
The new Prue sighed. It was such a rush to be so
beautiful and young! Poor Piper was so envious of all
the money she spent on clothes, and the boyfriends she
had.
Piper was thinking. Being a man for awhile had really
helped Prue - Now her sister really knew what made men
tick! And Prue used to be so clueless with guys!
The demons fell like ten pins - battling witches was bad
enough, but when one of them used to be an investment
banker - well the spawn of hell didn't have a chance.
'Prue' never dreamed life could hold such excitement - it
beat hostile
takeovers every which way! She and her
brother in law Perry became fast friends and understood
each other very well.
They all lived happily ever after, except they
never did cure Piper's postnasal drip.
Not even magic can fix everything!
The End