[Nell]: 226.Stories.The Switch

WARNING: Foul language and mature subject matter.
Sorry for all the swearing, it comes with his character.

What would you do...if you switched bodies with a member of the opposite sex?

My Answer: Get Revenge!



Alex Finning: good-looking, smart, rich, cool, and a player. He ran his fingers through his dark hair, and grinned confidently at his reflection in the mirror. He looked good, if he said so himself, which he always did. His confidence was part of his charm.

He'd charmed Lisa well enough, and Sandra, and Bethany. Now that had been fun; all three girls at the same time! They never even guessed what he was up to until he started giving himself away, on purpose of course. It was easy enough to stir up these girls' suspicions. Eventually even three girls get boring, and the betrayal was all part of the game. He liked to get them riled up, see their emotions fly off the hook, and watch them break down and cry. Next week there'd be a new girl, or two. There was never a shortage.

Caty Monroe: good-looking, smart, rich, cool, and unattainable. She had spurned every guy that had ever come on to her, which was just about every guy in her high school, and the surrounding high schools. She was sexy and she knew it, she also had a bit of a nasty streak, which only doubled the attraction. She had always been aloof, but it looked like even Miss Caty couldn't resist the Finning charm, though Alex hated to admit that he felt a bit privileged to have this date tonight.

Alex examined at himself sideways in the mirror, looking over his designer jacket for stresses that weren't intentional. Maybe he'd do something special for her, being Miss Caty after all. He might even try for an honest relationship for more than a month. Besides, where would he go after he'd reached the top?

Satisfied with his appearance, as always, he went to pick up his January date.

* * *

They had been driving for only ten minutes, and the date was already getting exciting. Caty had lost her hat, coat, and over-top to the "warm night", and Alex was very interested to see what she lost next. He glanced at her again out of the corner of his eye. The tall strawberry-blond was in a mini-skirt, legwarmers, and a revealing tube top; with her midsection showing off a light tan that she'd kept from summer.

With a sensuous sigh, Caty stretched down and began pulling off her leg warmers too, revealing smooth skin beneath. Alex gripped the wheel and tried to keep from grinning. She was doing it on purpose to tease him. He could go along with that!

"Stop! Stop!" Caty suddenly shouted. Alex slammed on the brakes. Jesus! What had he done? Where was the road kill?

"Pull in there!" the girl directed, and Alex aimed the car towards the parking lot. She'd found spider then, or something like it. Girls! He began to slow his beating heart.

"To the far end," she said. Quizzically, he followed her orders.

But Alex hadn't been a player this long not to realize what was going on. Still, he decided to keep up the act.

He put the car into park and turned to her. "What is it? What's wrong?" he asked in the worried, sweet-guy tone that he'd perfected over the years.

"I'm sorry, I was just thinking that I really don't feel like dinner right now," she told him a smile flickering across her red lips.

"We could go straight to the club then…" he suggested, all innocence.

"I was thinking of a different kind of recreation," she said cheekily, as she swung her legs over the stick-shift, easing her body up in front of him.

Normally Alex wouldn't attempt anything like this on a first date, giving the impression of going for the long run, which seemed to delight girls so. Also, she was such a cold-fish at school, he figured she wouldn't be interested in him much at all. Secretly he'd thought Miss Caty might be acting on a dare. But hey! If she was one of those ones who liked to take control, he was totally willing to follow her.

He brought his mouth forward and kissed her, but it was Caty who kicked it up a notch to a full-on, tongue massaging. He could feel his heart start to build up speed again as he brought his hand gently down her back, and placed the other one high on her thigh.

The kiss was really getting vicious now. She bit his lip, and he winced, feeling a fine trickle of blood rolled down his chin. She licked the droplets off him, and then began rummaging in her purse for something. Alex smiled; he liked where this was going!

To his surprise, she brought out a small glass container, like one you might find expensive perfume in. Caty twisted the lid off and downed its contents.

Suddenly he felt something snap in his chest. He gasped and clasped a hand to the area. Then the bone in his arm cracked, and he screamed in pain.

"What is it, darling?" asked Caty, but her voice was cold and sarcastic. He looked up at her through his blurring vision and saw her sadistic smile. Then a bone in his thigh broke, he began to spasm.

CRACK! SNAP! It felt as though every bone in his body was breaking. His jaw split and he stopped screaming, but he still trashed violently, nearly unconscious. Something in his head splintered and he blacked out blissfully.

* * *

"That bitch! That fucking bitch!" Alex moaned. "What the hell did she do to me?"

"Bastard would be more appropriate now," came a voice from his left. It sounded strangely familiar, but definitely not female.

Alex opened his eyes. It read eleven-thirty on the car radio, so it had only been a couple hours. He was now sitting in the passenger seat. With a groan, he sat up, and then stared down at his legs.

They were very smooth. And long.

There was a miniskirt at his waist and…

Alex lightly touched between his thighs. Nothing there.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!" he screamed in horror. "You bloody CASTRATED me! You bitch!"

"Why don't you feel a little higher, Alex," said the cool voice.

Slowly, Alex brought his hands up his front until they landed on a pair of large, soft, round things. He squeezed them suspiciously, and felt a pressure on his chest. He looked down.

"Boobs? I have BOOBS! What the fuck? What is this?" Alex turned to face his tormentor, and found himself looking in a mirror. Or what he thought was a mirror.

He, Alex, was sitting before him, grinning unpleasantly. Surely he didn't grin like that! The reflection wiggled its fingers at him, and realization struck.

"Caty?" he whispered hoarsely. "Caty, what's going on? What have you done to me?"

"I am tired of listening to all of my friends' sob stories. The way you guys treat us is disgusting! And you're the worst offender of them all. Therefore, I thought I'd give you a little taste of what it's like," the boy spoke with Alex's voice, and Caty's attitude.

"…I…uh…I don't…," Alex didn't know what to say. His voice, his body, weren't his own. Everything felt strange and unbalanced, and a little dizzying.

"I'm dropping you off at home now. Your parents have gone out for the evening, so you can spend some time getting to know your new body. I've made up a room for you in the spare bedroom on the second floor. It's straight down the hall, you can't miss it. Do yourself a favour by not wandering around the house, and stay out of my room."

"Home, yes home," Alex muttered. Maybe this was all a dream. Had he been drinking?

He stepped out of the car, and wobbled in a pair of high heels.

"Don't forget your things," the body of Alex called after him. Two legwarmers, and bundle wrapped in a coat was tossed at his feet. The car, engine revving, rolled off down the street.

Alex numbly picked up the clothes and looked up at the house. It was Caty's house. It sat like a giant, menacing, white bulldog on the neatly trimmed lawn. This was not his home.

Suddenly Alex felt like crying. But whereas before he'd always had a grip on these kinds of feelings, now he couldn’t stop the flow. Grief poured over him, and he sobbed until his gut was aching. It continued to ach as he stumbled up to the front door and inside.

* * *

Alex gasped, and woke from a nightmare, into a nightmare. He wasn't in his bedroom, and he wasn't in his own body. And the body was doing very funny things.

His gut ached as though it had just taken a severe beating and was suffering from excruciating gastric pains to boot. He moaned in agony, and tried to roll out of bed, but his new chest decorations foiled him for a minute or two.

Alex gazed at his reflection in the mirror on the burrow dresser. There was make-up smeared all over Caty's face, and a large red-brown stain between her legs.

"Why am I still here? How can this be happening to me?" He stared in disgust at the blood stain. "Her body's fricken broken, and now I'm stuck with it. Yeach!"

Suddenly there was a pounding on the door, Alex jumped in alarm as an older woman entered in a rush.

"Caty! Caty, what the hell are you doing in here? You're going to be late for school, and I've got to get moving or I'm going to be late for work. Oh!" the woman spotted the blood stains on Alex's legs and the bed sheets. "It's that time, is it? I wish you'd slept in your own bed, now the guest sheets are ruined. What were you doing in here anyways? And why are you still standing here? Wash up, grab a tampon, and get going!"

Alex numbly followed Caty's mother down the hall to a door, which the woman pushed open for him exasperatedly, and entered. The door was shut behind him.

The room was filled with odds and ends; glass figurines, posters, stacks of cds, and rows of books, all neatly organized and set in their place. It looked like a regular girl's room, until the titles on the books caught Alex's eye. 'Wiccan: a way of life', 'Spells for the Advanced', 'Curses, Potions, and Cures', the list went on. In one corner he noticed an open book and a small cauldron, definitely not the average girl's accessory.

"The bitch is a witch! Figures," he muttered. The cauldron was mostly empty, except for a small puddle at the bottom. It looked exactly like the stuff Caty had swallowed the night before.

Just then a voice yelled at him from the full length mirror.

"By the ELEMENTS! I told you to fucking stay out of my room!" Alex spun around to see his body, his real body, looking out at him from the mirror, with one hand on a hip. Caty looked him up and down. "Hah! Looks like I left just in time. Fine. Underwear is in the top-left drawer, shirts below it, and pants beside them. I don't think you'll be able to handle a tampon, so grab a couple pads from under the bathroom sink. Have fun, sucker!"

Insults spilled through Alex's head, but nothing seemed good enough for the situation. In a moment the image was gone, leaving him glaring at the reflection of his new body.

"AAARRRGH!!!" he stamped his foot in frustration, and felt surprisingly satisfied by the motion.

"Get a move on, Catherine!" called Mrs. Monroe.

"I will get you back for this, Caty," he said to the reflection. "You'll learn not to mess with a Finning!"

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