Well, my name was Danny. For a long time, I've been a womanizer, a bastard, a sexist and, well, a man. That is, until I decided to add cheater to that list. Don't get me wrong. I may have been a lot of things, but I definitely never intended for that last one to happen. It's just, a stag party in Vegas, a few tequila shots and being alone in a room with the hot girl from the room down the hall isn't a good mix. I was drunk, she was hot, and Kelly would never find out, right? I couldn't have been more wrong.
As it turns out, that girl I screwed in Vegas, didn't think it was that simple. No. She tracked me down, begging to see me again. After I ran out of excuses and confessed to her I was about to get married, she seemed to get really pissed. I guess she had just been looking for some love and attention. I can understand that... now.
So one day, after I long day at work, I come home expecting a cooked meal and an after dinner blow job. Instead, I find Kelly dressed in a small pink singlet that left little to imagination and a matching skirt. She hands me a glass of wine and tells me to drink. I'm not normally a wine man, but with Kelly looking so sexy, I couldn't refuse.
The next thing I know, I'm kneeling on the floor in Kelly's scantily clad body. In that same pink top, in that same pink skirt. Feeling Kelly's long brown hair falling on my bare shoulders (The straps of my top have slipped attractively down my arm. The feeling of those soft mounds of flesh on my chest - the same ones I had groped many times before. And, worst of all, feeling the ease with which I could sit on my own feet with my legs together with nothing between them.
I look up nervously at my old body, and realise that must now be Kelly looking down on me. She explained how she had picked up the phone and found some slut from Las Vegas who told her everything. I think my big mistake then was to defend that girl and claim she wasn't a slut.
"It doesn't matter now." Kelly said in my own male voice. "Your name is Kelly now, and you are cursed to remain in that body until..." A wicked grin spread across her face, scaring me. "You have swallowed ten gallons of cum."
I open my mouth to protest, but she leaves without another word, leaving me kneeling there, staring at the door.
What was I to do now?