This is what we're gonna do...

“Take it easy baby.” You said, putting out a hand flat against Mellie’s chest. Your mind marveled at the feel of the warm tautness of his flesh beneath your tiny fingers, and the contrast of your green metallic nail polish against the pale, bare skin. Without realizing, you began to run your fingers softly over it. “We’ll just go down there tomorrow and I’ll beg her to change us back…I’m sorry I got us into this, but I’ll get us out.” You said as you continued to softly stroke the flesh of Melanie's chest, running your fingers along the edge of his pectorals, causing him a sharp intake of breath, but paying no attention to the lump that was steadily growing beneath the towel. “Then I’ll make it up to you baby…I promise.”

“You could make it up to me right now.” Mellie said, a seductive hint to his deep voice as he closed his hand over yours and started to move it lower causing your fingers to just touch the short, dark hair of his treasure line, right above the edge of the towel.

“No!” You said, quickly snatching your hand away. You were still tipsy, and...turned on...but you weren’t about to let things go any further…at least not tonight. “We can’t just up and lose ourselves.” You said, swallowing hard. You couldn't believe Mellie was acting like this, but then, truth be told, you were fighting back some strong feelings of your own. And being half drunk didn't help. “I think that’s what she wants.”

“So?” he said, stepping closer, wrapping his arms about your neck. They felt heavy, yet...safe and comforting at the same time. “Would it be so bad?” he continued, his voice low and husky. “To see things from the other side? I have to be honest, honey… the thought it is sort of turning me on.”

By now, you could feel his erection poking through the towel and into your stomach. The thought had crossed your mind as well, but but couldn't let that damn witch win. You turned your head up to Mellie, dark curls cascading down your back as you caught his deep brown eyes with your own brilliant green orbs. For a second you felt like you were lost in them and you felt himself falling. Finally, you looked away, your lip quivering as you spoke in a tiny voice. “I-I just can’t honey…I-I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay baby.” He said, brushing away a rebellious lock of hair from your cheek that had slipped from the scrunchie you wore, before leaning in and kissing you. You didn't fight. You closed your eyes as you felt Mellie’s firm lips on your. You felt so warm, so safe here in his arms. Before you knew what you were doing, your mouth was opening, allowing his tongue to press forward and twine with yours. As you started to lose more of yourself to the feel of the kiss, you started to run your hands along his sides, feeling the reassuring warmth of his flesh as you felt the achingly familiar rush of moisture once more between your legs.

Suddenly Mellie pulled back, leaving you breathless and blushing as you blinked, then suddenly looked down at your feet. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready for baby…I just thought it would be a good chance to explore.” He said, his tone soft.

You swallowed hard, but stood there silently.

“We should try to get some sleep.” Mellie said, a slightly sad smile on his lips as he reached out to stroke your cheek lightly with the back of his strong hand.

“F-fine…I’ll take the couch.” You croaked weekly, finally able to speak. Your body had started to recover now, so you turned around and headed into the bedroom, not wanting Mellie to see just how flustered you were.

“Why?” Mellie called after you as he followed, his larger larger feet thumping against the pale wood of the floor. “We’re both adults. And we’ve always slept in the same bed before.”

“Yeah…but things were... different then. The way things are now…I just… I just wouldn’t be comfortable. You can sleep in here, I’ll go out on the couch.” You said, not looking at him, feeling eminently **** as you stood there.

“No…” Mellie said as he opened one of the drawers and fished out a different pair of your boxers before dropping towel and sliding them slowly up his legs, giving you a long view of his hard bottom. He did it so much easier than you had, accepting his role almost naturally. You turned your head away. “You sleep in here,” he said, moving over to you and putting a strong hand on your shoulder. “For the time being at least, I’m the man and you’re the woman. We may not like it, but that’s the way it is, at least for now.”

You nodded weakly, your eyes starting to well up.

“Don’t worry.” He said, stroking your cheek again. His touch was so good. You felt so small and so **** standing in front of him. “We’ll head back down to Salem tomorrow and we’ll get this all straightened out, you’ll see. You sleep in here tonight, and things will look better in the morning.” He bent to give you a kiss on the cheek, before grabbing a plain blue t-shirt out of another drawer and heading out into the living room. “It’ll all be fine. You get some sleep.”

You nodded absently as Mellie softly closed the French doors, leaving you alone. Your mind was still on the feel of his lips on your cheek. Slowly, you climbed into bed and pulled the covers up under your chin. You didn’t want this…you didn’t want to be a girl! The tears, which had been hovering just behind your eyes flowed, freely now that you were alone, although you bit your lip against the sobs. What if the witch didn’t change them back? Were they going to have to stay like this forever? How were they going to live?

Eventually, the booze and the exhaustion claimed you, and you drifted off into a fitful sleep.