Yes, unlock the door

You took a deep breath and stood up to look at yourself in the mirror again. Even in your worn and damaged state, you had to admit the face looked beautiful. Puffy eyes, ragged hair and all. You took a second deep breath to calm your nerves. Then you heard the sound of a man sobbing in the next room. Screwing up your courage, you slowly unlocked the door and opened it, carefully stepping out into the bedroom. There was Mellie, or rather, Mellie in your body sitting on the bed, her head in her hands crying.

Slowly you made your way over to her, or...him now, gingerly putting a hand on his shoulder, as if doing so would electrocute you. “Hey…hey babe,” You said, trying your best to hold it together... for his sake. “It’s okay…I mean, I’m okay I guess…I’m just…you know…YOU.”

“Jesus honey, how the hell did this happen?” The woman in your body said, lifting his face. He had removed both masks by now and his tears had caused the black makeup you had used to highlight your eyes to smear and run down his face. “How did we end up like this?”

“I have no fucking idea.” you said, any buzz left from the party having long since left. “But we have to figure this out. I can’t stay in here…for Christ sake, I have TITS!” You said, proceeding to stick them out, dark nipples standing out on them in the soft light that spilled out from the bathroom.“How the fuck am I going to get along like this?”

“Well in case you didn’t notice,” Mellie began. “I managed to do alright.” His voice had changed now, become more steady. “You think you have it bad?” He said, grabbing ahold of the now flaccid flesh between his legs. “How the hell did you get along with this?” he waggled it for emphasis. “No wonder you guys call it your ‘junk’… this garbage is constantly in the way! I already whacked it on the damn bedpost once getting out of bed! It hurt like HELL!”

“I know, I know…Calm down.” You said, raising a hand. The image he had conjured would probably be funny later, but not right now. “We have to figure out how the hell this happened and figure out a way to change us back, but first we have to stay calm.” Without realizing it, you had taken a step forward, letting your delicate hands fall on Mellie’s shoulders. He looked up at you, past the supremely sublime endowments you now sported and into your eyes. “I-I-I’ll try, babe.” He said finally, wrapping his arms around your thin waist and pulling you into a hug. You felt your skin crawl at first. It felt wrong to be standing in a half-naked embrace with yourself, but soon you gave out a sigh and started to stroke Mellie's now short brown hair.

“That’s good…that’s a good...ah…girl….” You said, running your hand along his rough cheek as you looked up into his eyes. They were so blue. How come you hadn't noticed them before? Maybe because they were yours. “We have the weekend to figure this out. We’re both off until Monday. There’s nothing we can do about this now…it’s late. We should try and get some sleep and we can start looking for answers in the morning.”

“You’re right baby.” Mellie said, releasing you from his embrace and sitting back on the bed. You could feel your former equipment brushing against your silk-wrapped leg, and it was gaining strength.

“What the fuck! You’re getting hard? Are you fucking kidding me?”

Mellie rolled over to the other side of the bed, throwing the covers over himself. “Yeah, like I can control it! You should know better! How many erections have you had on purpose you prick!?”

“Honey, I’m sorry…” You said, sighing again. Truth be told, you knew it was just a response to a stimulus, though you had never known Mellie to swing that way. You certainly weren't attracted to guys. Then another thought struck you. Was it something that came with the body? Your mouth hung open as another question came to you. Was it something that would happen to you too? You shook your head to clear out the thought. “I know this is hard. I’m going to take a shower and clean up. You should do the same. Afterwards we can figure out what we’re going to do.”

A grunt greeted you as Mellie pulled the covers tighter. Some things hadn’t changed, you thought to yourself. Without another word, you headed back into the bathroom. As you closed the door, you didn’t see the smile start to grow on Mellie’s face.

Once inside you went to the tub and turned the knobs for the hot and cold water. The bathtub was a huge old cast-iron, claw-foot tub that had been converted to be used as a shower. As the steam started to rise, you replayed the night’s events in your mind. There was nothing out of the ordinary…except for the trip to Salem.

“Fuck…” You sighed out weakly as you sat back on the toilet and started to undo the garter belt from the stockings. In spite of things, you were aware that the silk against your now-smooth legs was a soft, pleasant sensation. “Witch City…” You said to yourself as you started to roll first one stocking, then the other down your shapely, olive-tanned legs. “Did we piss somebody off and not realize it?” You said to yourself as you undid the lacy belt and dropped it to the floor.

By now the steam had fogged the mirror and you stepped through the shower curtains and into the tub. It was a little more difficult than usual, given your new height, but you made it with a little effort. You turned the knob diverting the water to the shower head. The cascade of warm water over your body made you feel infinitely better. You closed your eyes and stood there, letting the water crash over you. It felt so soothing against your skin, so warm. You grabbed the soap and started to lather up, at first staying as far away from your new bits as you could, but eventually you realized that they wouldn’t clean themselves. Slowly, carefully, like they might jump out and bite you, you started to lather up your breasts. You quickly found that the sensation felt good, very good, sending little electric shocks coursing through your body. Before you had realized it, you had begun to knead them, pressing them together to watch the warm suds run off them before tweaking the erect nipples…which was something you knew from experience that Mellie herself had always liked.