Sure, why not?

Standing on your tiptoes, you reached up and grabbed the bottle, which was something that you hadn't had to worry about before. You unscrewed the cap and took a deep breath, hesitating only a second before tilting the rum and taking a deep swig, your face contorting as you swallowed it down. The burning feeling spreading out over your chest felt good. At least it was familiar. You opened the refrigerator and put some ice and cola into a glass, then poured in a generous helping of Captain Morgan's before slumping into one of the chairs at the kitchen table. The kitchen was the biggest room in the house, and you had often sat there when you had serious thinking to do.

“How the fuck did this happen?” You asked yourself as you sipped at the drink. The two of you hadn’t done anything wrong that you could remember. Hell, you didn’t even know that whatever this was could be DONE, let alone why anybody would want to DO it. You began to run over the events of the night in you mind.

You had gotten to Salem and gone straight to the Hawthorne. Once you got there, you had showed the doorman your tickets, and had danced a while and had a few drinks before Mellie needed some air. You had walked outside for a little bit before Mellie started to feel better. Then she had spotted an old bookstore. You rubbed your temples as you tried to remember. The sign had a pentagram on it… Mary…Cabot? Was that it? There was a huge line, but Mellie had insisted on going to see. When you got there, you asked what the attraction was, and you were told that Mary Cabot was one of the foremost witches in the country, a direct descendant of the actual Salem witches. The people were all there to talk to her, or to buy one of her books, or herbs and such for their “spells”.

“Oh my God!” you said, putting a tiny hand over your mouth. You had laughed… You had laughed and said that that “mumbo jumbo” wasn’t worth that kind of wait. What if the witch had overheard you? Could she have done this out of spite…or to prove something to her “followers”?

You polished off the last of the rum and cola and tossed the glass into the sink. That had to be it. It was the only thing you could think of. You would have to go back down there first thing in the morning and confront her…make that bitch change you back. That was it! You had to tell Mellie.

The room spun a little as you turned around. “Musta calmed myself down a little too much.” You said to yourself, before letting out a high-pitched giggle.

You immediately clapped a hand over your mouth. Was that you? you would have to watch that shit. You weren't some girl. Frowning, you sighed and looked toward the bathroom. Mellie had been in there an awful long time… You shuddered again to think of what he could be doing. But still, you had to tell him what you had figured out. If you interrupted him...well, that was just too bad.

You stormed across the floor and flung open the bathroom door, only to be met by a wall of steam. You started to wave it away with one hand. “Hey…are you almost done?” You said, opening the shower curtain part-way, only to be greeted with the image of your own soap-covered body, eyes closed, hand pumping furiously up and down a painfully erect phallus.

“Jesus, babe!” Mellie said, suddenly stopping. “Can’t you knock or something…I was busy.”

“I see,” You said, smirking a little. The rum had gone straight to your head, and had mellowed your mood considerably. “I’m sorry babe…I just... I think I just figured out how this happened and I wanted to tell you… I…ah…figured you would be done by now.” You knew that if it was YOU, you would have been. Suddenly, a strange, warm tingle shot through your body. As you stood there, looking at your old form in the shower... Naked, with water cascading over it, you could feel a sudden warmth and moisture rush between your legs.

“Yeah, well you have more practice with this than I do. It’s not as easy to figure out as I thought.” Mellie said, looking down at you, a mixture of frustration and embarrassment on his face.

“Well, save it for later… I have something to tell you.” You replied, swallowing heavily. The feelings between your legs increased as you watched the water slowly push the soapy bubbles along your once familiar musculature.

“No…” He said, moving closer to you, you could feel the warm droplets of water cascading off him as he looked you in the eye. Before you knew it, Mellie was running one finger down the side of your cheek his eyes intent on yours. “You got your turn… I want mine. You can tell me after. I assume we’re in no rush until morning?”

You thought for a second, it was hard...uh...difficult. Between the rum and those...beautiful eyes... No…disturbing a witch who could switch your bodies in the middle of the night definitely sounded like a bad idea. Unless you both wanted to end up as toads or something.

“N-No….” You stammered, staring back at him.

“Good, now be a good girl and let me finish… then we can talk.” He said, bopping you on the nose with his finger, leaving a film of suds behind.

“I’m NOT a girl!” You said, your lips twisting into a cute little pout. That had brought you back to your senses. You wiped the bubbles from your button nose with the back of your hand.

“Okay hun, I was just teasing…but you know, you could make this go faster.” he waggled his eyebrows at you as he stared into your face.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” You responded, but your eyes were involuntarily drawn to the massive member hanging between your once-legs. Jesus, he looked huge! Without thinking, you licked his lips.