Her double folded her arms angrily and glared at her. "No I'm not. I'm Gregory." Her voice complained petulantly. "You have my body and I'm stuck in yours for some reason-"

"But how?" Olivia asked as she furrowed her forehead in confusion. The expression looked so funny on Gregory's face in the mirror that she started to giggle in spite of herself.

"Dammit Olivia, don't ask me how, I have no idea!" Gregory threw up his arms in confusion. Staring down at his legs, he tried to figure out just what he was feeling. "Do you feel dizzy?"

Olivia took stock of her new body. She was taller, the room seemed just a bit smaller then she remembered. Her legs were strong and something she was entirely unused to having brushed against her thigh within the fabric of her pajamas. Her chest was flat and the hair on it tickled her fingers as she ran them up her neck. She had stubble, she realized with another giggle that sounded entirely wrong in her throat as it bubbled up in a masculine voice. She felt herself smile.

"I feel fine." In fact, as she thought about it, she felt better than fine. Good, exhilarated even. Gregory's body was obviously ready to face the day and it was an entirely new sensation. "Great even."

Her body, the one she'd had for all of her forty-two years up to this point, turned to her and sighed in confusion. "I'm dizzy."

Olivia reached out with her new hands, surprised by how small her former shoulders were. How soft the skin was beneath her fingers. "I wasn't feeling well yesterday, I might still have- I mean, You might still have the flu." She suggested, biting back a laugh. "I sound just like you."

"Of course you do." Gregory complained with his newly feminine voice. "You've got my body." He sank down on the love seat and stared up at her in frustration. "And if I have the flu, I think I got the bad end of the trade."

"I'm sorry darling." She sat on the love seat next to him, starting to lean her head on his shoulder before she realized she was too tall. "Are we dreaming? Can we even do that? Can two people share the same dream?"

"Anything's possible Liv." Gregory pointed out as his head dropped to his hands. His long dark hair curled over his hands, and Olivia smiled in amusement as he batted at it before realized what it was. He crossed his arms over his chest, trying to ignore how small and vulnerable he felt out of his own body. "I've never had a dream like this before."

Olivia smiled softly, reaching for his hand. "Me either. Do you think we'll wake up soon?"

Gregory felt odd with her larger hand wrapped around his, he felt like a small child wanting to crawl back into bed with his parents. "I have no idea."

Olivia moved their hands, cupping his chin and looking into his eyes. "It's so strange. I can see you in there, behind my eyes. You have my eyes, but they're yours at the same time."

He looked up and tried to see what she was talking about. Staring into his own face was too odd for words. "Does it always feel like this when I touch you-" Gregory paused and tried to rethink what he was saying. "When you touch me, my heart speeds up."

Olivia smiled, blushing softly as she nodded. The blush was misplaced on Gregory's face as he watched it spread across her cheekbones. "Always has."

He touched reached for her cheek, feeling the stubble under his fingers. "Wow." Gregory whispered as he felt his heart skip another beat. "I had no idea."

Olivia leaned closer, awkwardly kissing his cheek. "No, you wouldn't." She teased as she stood up and headed to the bathroom.

Gregory heard her laugh as the toilet seat clanked down and the running of water as she washed her hands.

She titled her head, still tying the drawstring on her pants as she watched his bemused expression.

"Have a good time?" He teased back as he tried to take an inventory of her body. His shoulders were cold as he reached for the robe she'd left out on the end of the bed. He pulled it on, feeling the silk soft against his skin as he started to warm up. "I think you're- I'm-" Gregory paused as she returned to his side. "I'm sick to your stomach."

Olivia laughed again, but with a sympathetic smile. "I'm so sorry darling."

"I should be the one apologizing. You felt like this last night didn't you?" Gregory offered as he forced himself to his feet. "No wonder you feel asleep so early."

"Don't worry about it. Really-" Olivia ran a hand through his hair and Gregory smiled when he realized how comforting that was. "Whatever was going on with my body is your problem now unfortunately."

"Perhaps we should just go back to bed and wait to wake up from this dream." Gregory suggested as he tried to shake off the dizzy sensation.

Shaking her head as she played with the buttons of her pajamas, "I don't think I can sleep." Olivia put her hands on his shoulders again for a moment, before she readjusted to wrap her arms around his waist. She decided she enjoyed it. Gregory was small and soft in her arms. A warm feeling of power ran through her arms.

He shivered, but it was a different sensation than being cold. "I know I couldn't."

Olivia looked down at the heavy silver watch on her wrist. "It's almost a quarter after six. Should I get ready for work?"

Gregory turned around quickly, almost hitting his head on her chin. "You want to go to work?"

Olivia straightened his hair, tucking it back behind his ears as she decided to accept the dream. "That's what you do, isn't it? I'm sure you had something important to do today."

Gregory spent a moment in thought. "I've- I suppose you instead- have some paperwork to finish up after Elaine's trial yesterday, but under the circumstances you could afford a day off."

"And spend it with my darling wife?" Olivia teased sardonically. "How sweet of me."

She finally made Gregory laugh and as she tried to get over the strangeness of hearing herself laugh from outside her body she remembered what she had to do that day. Cole was still trying to run away with Caitlin. She'd just got Caitlin back. She couldn't loose her again.

Olivia felt a sudden surge of power as the idea formed in her mind. Of course she could. She could to better than just pay Cole off. She could put the fear of God into that smug little jewel thief. He hadn't faced Gregory. Cole hadn't considered the consequences of his misjudgment in that hotel room. He knew Gregory was cruel, certainly, but he had no idea what lengths Gregory would go to for his daughter. And Olivia had knowledge that Gregory lacked. Information that could be a lot of fun in these new hands of hers.

Gregory put his head on her shoulder, sighing thoughtfully as he tried to come up with a plan for the day. "We agree that we're dreaming. Now there's a chance, however remote, that for some reason beyond either of us, this is really happening."

Olivia nodded as she stood and headed for the Gregory's- her closet. She'd never gotten dressed as a man before and the curiousity was more fun then Gregory's plotting.

Gregory got up and started pacing as the foggy feeling in his head started to ease. "If that's the case we should-" He tapped his fingers irritably on the back of the sofa. "We can't go to the doctor because he'd put us both away. There has to be something we can do."

"Take a drive up the shore." Olivia suggested as she ran her hands over his shirts. "Just the two of us. Tell the kids we need some time to ourselves. After all, we're the only ones we can trust not to think we're insane."

"Aren't we?" Gregory asked as he stared into his new blue eyes in the mirror. "We've traded bodies. It is insane. It's the most insane thing I've ever heard."

Olivia grinned at him as she choose a tie. "I don't think you're looking at this the right way darling. It's probably just a dream and we'll wake up at any moment. You just told me you could afford to take the day off, we should enjoy it before we wake up and have to deal with real life."

Gregory looked at her imperiously, at least, it would have been imperious if he had his own face. Instead, he looked rather like he was pouting. Olivia was struck with the sudden urge to kiss him. She couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to be on the other side of a kiss. She reached for him, surprising him as she pulled him close. She had to lower her head, lean down to reach his lips.

They were soft and she was entirely unused to the sensation that ran down her stomach hot and insistent. Gregory was flushed when they broke apart.

Olivia watched the blush fade pink over his face and started to laugh. "I've never kissed a woman before."

Gregory gave her a stern look as he reached up to touch his mouth. "You've never been a man."

She put her hands in the pockets on her robe. "I look like one now."

He smirked as he raised an eyebrow. "But you stand like a woman. You make me look rather prissy."

Olivia hit him playfully in the shoulder. "Maybe you just are rather prissy and you never noticed before."

Gregory studied her with a strange look. "You kept your accent."

"I did?" She listened to her voice, trying to discern what she sounded like. "You're right. You don't sound like me, even though you have my voice. The inflection, it's still yours."

She started to laugh again and Gregory gave her an exasperated look. "I don't see what's so funny about this."

"Everything." Olivia pointed out cheerfully. "The way you keep making faces. The way your gestures look all wrong with my body. It might be a dream, but it's an amusing one." She rested her hand on her chest. "I've never looked at "me" the way your body does."

That got Gregory to smile sheepishly. "You're a stunningly beautiful woman."

"No darling-" Olivia pointed to his face in the mirror. "Today, you are."

He ran his hands up his stomach, stopping guiltily just before his breasts. Olivia hadn't seen him ogling them, had she? Gregory looked back at her in his body before she realized what she was talking about. A warm sensation settled in the pit of his stomach, chasing off the funny feeling for a moment as he looked at her.

"I've never-" He stopped, echoing her smile. "Found myself attractive before in quite this way."

Olivia looked down at her watch, giving him a seductive smile. "It's still before six-thirty. What time do I have to call the office?"

Gregory had to smirk when she referred to the office. "I'd call sometime before eight and confess I'm going to play hooky."

She ran a finger over his chin and down his neck. "That's more than an hour."

"Olivia-" He put his hands on his hips, and though he felt foolish doing it, it looked right in the mirror. He looked just like she did when she was being obstinate. "I don't know if that's the best idea."

"Oh come now-" She winked at him and reached for his lower back. Olivia felt her body respond to the mere presence of him and had to smile. She ran her fingers up his spine, just as he did when he was in the mood.

Gregory shivered and tried to pull out of her arms. "My god- Olivia do you know what that does to me?"

"Of course I do." She whispered just on the edge of his ear. "I know all your little tricks." She flicked out the tip of her tongue to run it over the soft spot just behind his ear. "And-" Olivia pulled him closer, feeling the heat start to make demands on her anatomy. "Your body certainly remembers what it wants."

He jumped back from her touch, unprepared to deal with the sensations she was creating. "I don't know how to do this."

She licked her lips, looking over her former body and running through the memories that still smoldered in her mind. "Oh darling, of course you do. You can't make love the way you do and not understand the other side."

Gregory still looked unconvinced but she reached for the tie on the front of his robe. "What was it you told me?" Olivia maneuvered him back towards the bed. "Just trust me." She whispered suggestively as she advanced on him. "Close your eyes and trust me."

He jumped as his legs hit the edge of the bed.

Olivia silenced his objections with a kiss, quickly discovering how to properly manipulate her tongue inside his mouth. "Think of it as an adventure. A new challenge you've never tried before." He sat down on the bed as she stripped his robe from his shoulders.

Gregory nodded finally, touching his lips again as the memory of her kiss pounded through him. "It doesn't seem odd to you?"

"Odd doesn't even begin to describe it." Olivia replied easily as she ran her hands up his thighs.

Shivering in anticipation of something he'd never felt before, Gregory looked up into her eyes for the spark that was her. "I've always wondered what you felt."

She leaned him back, grabbing his hip and forcing him towards the bed. His hand grabbed her shoulder suddenly, surprising her as she worked her way up from his neck.

He shrugged, hot embarrassment creeping into his face. "I'm not used to being on the bottom."

Olivia winked devilishly as she ran the rough skin of her palm over the thin layer of silk between her hand on his nipple. "You'll be all right. You just have to let go. You'll be surprised what my- your body, remembers."

He felt the thrill of her touch race through his chest. Concentrated on the smell of cologne that meant something so very different to the body he now inhabited. Then he found it. The part of physical memory that knew how to put his hands around her neck and pull her down to him. That hunger that wrapped his legs around her back and parted the way for her entrance.

Gregory kissed her back, feeling the morning stubble scrape against his cheek in a way that only increased his wanting. His involuntary moan surprised them both. He was so accustomed to the sound of her arousal that it took a moment to realize it was he who had let the breath slip past his lips. It was exhilarating, like his first kiss, or the first time he snuck at look at the older girls sunbathing nude on the beach.

Perhaps it was a dream after all. The way his blood was pounding hot in his head suggested it was real. Did her heart jump when he kissed her neck the way she was kissing his? It was almost too much to keep track of. The nearly painful tightness between his legs wanted something from her but he tried to concentrate on responding to her tongue inside of his lips.

Olivia was working him back farther onto the bed, How did she know what she was doing? She should be just as lost as he was, but instead she was leading. His hands- her hands now, ran up the outside of his thigh, hot beneath the silk of his nightgown. He found the the bone of her hip and dug his fingers into her side, pulling her closer to him. Where was it that she put her hands? Was it higher? Up on her shoulder blades?

He felt her rub against him and the shudder went down his spine and settled in the tight place. Olivia was still chuckling as she reached for the laces on the back of his nightgown. She knew how to undo it. He'd be naked soon. Suddenly he felt the blood blossom embarrassed across his face. He wasn't sure how he felt about being nude. What was she going to think? He buried his worries as he kissed his way down towards the first button on her shirt. If he was going to be nude, they both were-