Here's the deal

You wrinkled your nose as you held your hand under the warm water to wash away the sticky result of your helping Melanie with his problem. It was a gesture that you would have thought cute under normal circumstances, but now it was just disgusting. “Are you ready to listen to me now?” You said as you soaped up your hand and arm. Melanie simply looked down at you, a satisfied smile growing on his lips.

“I certainly am.” He cooed, slowly running his hands over his smooth, hairless chest, pausing to stop at the “treasure line” which started just above his belly button and ran down to the dark patch between his legs, and the dwindling member nestled therein. “I might just get used to this.”

“Don’t.” You said, withdrawing your hand and reaching for a towel. You dried your hand and tossed it at Melanie doing your best to block out what you had just done. Your head was still foggy from the rum and hormones, but you tried to focus on the problem. “If I’m right about how we got switched, we might be able to get this all sorted out tomorrow.” Melanie responded by shutting off the water and running the towel through his short brown hair before wrapping it around his waist and stepping out of the bath, his muscular legs brushing against your arm as you sat beside the tub.

“So what’s your theory? He said, as he went to the fogged mirror of the bathroom cabinet and rooted around inside it, eventually with drawing a comb and dragging it through his wet hair.

“You remember that Witch's shop we saw in Salem?” You said, averting your eyes as you caught yourself lingering a little too long on your toned, former backside.

“Mary Cabot’s place? Yeah…why?” He answered as he picked up a bottle of your cologne and brought it to his nose, sniffing it before replacing it in the cabinet.

“Well, you know we had a few drinks and I was being kind of a jerk.” You continued, tossing the towel you were using into the hamper.

“Yeah, you were making fun of the place. You know you shouldn’t have done that. A lot of people believe in that stuff.” Mellie said as she took the top off of your deodorant and sniffed at it as well before applying it under each arm.

“Yeah, well it’s starting to make a believer out of me.” You added with a little sigh. “What if the…witch, or whatever, overheard, and decided to do this to punish us?”

“Why would she want to punish me?” Mellie said without turning around. You turned back to look at him and found your eyes wandering down his muscular frame, finally coming to rest on the slight bulge of his buttocks that was concealed by the towel. You felt your cheeks get hot. “You were the one being an asshole.”

“I-I don’t know.” You said, shaking your head in an attempt to drive the thoughts you were having out of it. The **** was still having a funny effect on you. “But it’s the only thing I can think of, maybe she just wanted to teach ME a lesson and you sort of got caught in the fallout.”

“That’s just beautiful.” He said, finally turning to look at you. Anger cast a dark shadow on his face, which made you more than a little nervous, given your now smaller stature. “You fuck up and I end up having to help you pay for it.” His eyebrows knitted together as she took a step towards you. “Just what do you plan to do about it then?”