Monetary Problems – Magic Object

Alex was the only friend I had ever had in my life. The only person who understood my homosexuality and accepted it without problems. But he was heterosexual and I was very poor.

To save a little money we shared an apartment, we had separate rooms and separate beds, our relationship was just friendship. But Emma, ​​the daughter of our boss, learned that a homosexual like me shared a apartment with another of the company’s workers. She talked to her father and pressed him to get fired us. And his father did. I still remember Emma’s smile of satisfaction when she kicked us out of work forever.

From then on, our life became very difficult. We did not get another job, that’s why we did not have any money And since we had no money we could not pay the rentand so they warned us that they were going to evict us from the apartment we shared. With tears in his eyes, Alex told me that he was leaving in search of the “medallion of Change”, a fabulous relic that would allow us to get money and solve our problems. The next morning, when I woke up, Alex was gone. I called his cell, but he did not respond. I called him that afternoon and he did not respond. For 3 weeks I called him every day and he did not respond. At last, three weeks later, my cell phone rang and it and was Alex who was calling. He asked me for an appointment at the most expensive restaurant in the city and with a cheerful voice told me that he had solved all our monetary problems and that he was going to offer me something that would fulfill my dreams.

I ran to the restaurant, but Alex was not there. Suddenly, Someone grabbed me by the neck and kissed me on the lips. Amazed, I spread my mouth and looked at the beautiful woman who had kissed me. It was Emma, ​​the daughter of my boss and the bastard who had managed to get us fired. She looked at me smiling, took a medallion from her purse, and suddenly her face transfigured and I could see Alex’s face on Emma’s body.

I told you, this medallion would solve our problems. I have used half of her power to exchange my body with Emma, ​​now I will use the other half in selling this body and thus I will get the money with which we can live forever together and happy.

You are my friend and my first selling option. So … How much do you pay me for Emma’s body?

I stared at Alex’s face sadly. Emma was a real beauty with a privileged intelligence. I imagined with envy what I would have felt as a woman as sexy and young as Emma, ​​what I could have enjoyed sex having such a feminine body. But all were vain illusions because I could not afford it. You know that I have nothing, I am as poor as you, I answered.

Of course you can afford it, I do not ask you for money. I just want you to marry me after the exchange. ” You are the person with whom I want to share the rest of my life and if you are Emma you will be my partner, my wife and the mother of my children DO YOU ACCEPT?

Of course I said yes. But I did not respond with the voice, I did it with the soul kissing Alex again. It was the first kiss of heterosexual love in my life and the last kiss I made as a man. Because half an hour later I was Emma, ​​the millionaire daughter of the head of my old company. I would no longer have to worry about money and I could marry Alex, the man I had always loved and who would be my heterosexual lover.

The Auction – Deal TG

There was scarcely two hours left for the deadline, and Jack sat quietly, watching as I emptied the drawers in my desperate search.

When I agreed to rent my body for a week Idid not need the money. I simply wanted to be able to afford my whims without having to ask my father. A very lively auction was held on the Internet and we were all surprised that the winner was Jack,  a fat man, short stature  and over 50 years. A man who had sold his house, his car and used all his savings to win the bid. I did not care, for a week he was going to pay me more money than the one my father gave me in a year.

The conditions of the change of bodies were identical for the two. The exchange would be done with the “Rings of Change”. The rings were ancestral rarities that when used at the same time by two people allowed them to exchange their bodies. To avoid theft of rings or escapes I would not have access to Jack’s ring and Jack could not have access to mine either, and we set up remote connection measures to perform the body change even thousands of kilometers away. The most important condition, in which I demanded the greatest harshness, was the obligation to present to us the exact 7 days of signing the contract at the notary’s office with the “Rings of Change” to return the bodies. In case of delay a fine could be demanded and in the event of absence or loss of the ring it could force the return of the original body using the remote connection or stay, forever, with the body and the life of the guest. As soon as I signed the contract I received the money

I was prepared to enjoy what I had just gained by taking Jack’s body to the limit of his physical health.

In the contract did not figure that I could not get drunk until lost consciousness. And that’s what I did. I drinked almost a pint of whiskey before falling to the floor vomiting, I did not like the experience and decided not to repeat it. The next day used it strolling down the street on my bare skin, the police stopped me, and spent the rest of the afternoon at the police station. On the third day, I made the biggest meal of my life by swallowing only sausages, bacon and beer, I felt so heavy that decided this was another experience that did not want to repeat. On the fourth day wanted to check if I was able to make active sexually my male body, so I went to the most expensive brothel in the city. Sex as a man is not bad, but I liked it more as a woman. Anyway, I repeated the next day, but this time wanted to try something new. I called the manager of the brothel and asked her to recommend me a girl and an extreme experience. She warned me that the service he was going to offer was very expensive, and that the girl who performed it was exceptional and she would only work if I had enough money to pay her price. I replied that I did not care about the money, that only had 2 days and wanted to enjoy them to the fullest.

The manager told me to follow her to a room at the end of the corridor. I opened the door and when crossed was left with my mouth open. There was no furniture in the room, not even a bed, and there was only one woman with a steel chain wrapped around her waist. The figure of the woman was spectacular and highlighted by the black leather that covered it. The mask that pressed on his face had only two tiny holes for the eyes and a horizontal opening for the mouth. She grabbed my chest with her sharp nails and dragged me toward her, crouched down, and using her tongue started playing with my sex. Again she got up, stepped on me with the stilettos of her boots and when I opened my mouth to scream she bit me on the lips. She Whispered in my ear that I would know the greatest pleasures of heaven through pain. Pulling my hair she dragged me down the floor, untangled the chain around her waist, with two small candaos tied my wrists and chained me to a ring on the wall. When she realized that I could not escape, she said, “Now the fun begins.”

For me is impossible to count how well she could mix pleasure with pain in such an intense and absolute way. It was more than three hours of wild torments and celestial joys. By nightfall I was physically and psychologically smashed, but did not want it to stop. I told her that still had one day to be martyred and that I would pay her whatever she wanted for another hour like that.

That night I almost did not sleep, I dedicated myself to prepare for another session of sadomasochism with the masked woman. At dawn, on the last day before the change, I went to the brothel, greeted the manager and I entered the hooded woman’s room. There she was, waiting for me.

The first thing she did was tie me to the wall, she slapped me and took a giant knife and placed it with the edge touching my throat, I heard her laugh and with her other hand she took off her mask. It was my own face, the masked woman was Frank wearing my body. I could not stand the panic and I screamed with all my might, from the next room there I heard laughter from people joking about my screams. No doubt they thought I had reached the climax of pleasure.

With the point of the knife she played to break my clothes and scratch me with its edge. She told me that now she could kill me and if she did she would stay with my body forever. But then she calmed me down. I will not, they probably could prove that I did you  the wounds. But she cut into my chest and made me bleed for hours. If the day before I had enjoyed a pain that made me feel alive, this time I enjoyed a pain that brought me to the brink of death. With the loss of blood, was losing strength, it was hard for me not to faint. Until Jack approached, took the ring from my hand and told me that she kept it, also stayed with my body and my life. She changed her clothes quickly and was going to door when she approached me. Thanked me for a body so young and so beautiful. She grabbed my hair and gave me a final farewell kiss. I noticed her saliva in my mouth and how she bit my tongue until she almost cut it. I had to swallow the blood so I would not drown while she dug her tongue into the wounds of my mouth. Until, at last, she parted her lips from mine smiling. She waved at me and left.

I was so sore and tired that I slept until late on the morning of the day we agreed to return the bodies at the notary’s office. But I did not have the ring. I ran to my father’s house, where Jack resided in my body, and began to rummage the closets. Jack in the chair stared at me as I emptied the drawers by looking for the ring. There were only 2 hours left and i emptied the drawers by looking for the ring it or I would lose my body forever.

At last, Jack told me, You will not find him, I do not have him, I promised that I would not take it from you and I did not take it from you. You have it. I looked into my pockets and wallets again, but it was not there.

You lie, I told him. I do not lie, he answered. Do you remember the last kiss I gave you? Do you remember that I bit your tongue and you swallowed blood? I wore the ring in my mouth, with my tongue I moved it to yours and you swallowed it with your blood. As we had agreed in the notary’s office, I did not take your ring off, you always had it. But you can retrieve it. She opened her purse and extracted the knife from the night before and put it in my hand. You have 2 hours to open your stomach and retrieve the ring. If you do you will lose your body for mistreating mine and if you do not you will lose your body for not having the ring. IT’S UP TO YOU.

She got up from her chair, put her purse over her left shoulder, and slammed the door, she went to the appointment with the notary.