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From: guest (Macan)
, 16 months, post #1 |
Old Mrs. Palfrey
(An adaptation of the classic F2F “Old Mrs. Jenkins” by eryka)
By Macan
Mrs. Walker put down the phone and looked across the room at her
husband. That had been the call she had dreaded receiving ever
since she had learned that her elderly neighbor, Isobel Palfrey,
was diagnosed with a terminal illness.
Jonathan Walker, looking up from his newspaper, deduced from his
wife’s expression the subject of the phone call.
“Is it about Edwina?” he asked.
Elizabeth Walker nodded as she walked back across the living room.
Smoothing her long, navy-blue pleated skirt beneath her, she
settled on the couch beside her husband. Jonathan slipped his arm
around her shoulders, and his wife nestled herself against his
strong, masculine form as she loved to do…especially when, as now,
she was in need of consolation.
“You’re going to go over to stay with her this evening?” he asked.
His wife nodded. A middle-aged wife and mother, Elizabeth
“Yes, her doctor said it won’t be long now…and since she wanted to
be at home instead of hospital, it would be a comfort if I were
there.”
“Yes, I’m sure she will appreciate it,” her husband nodded in
agreement. “Funny though, that she only wanted you there at the
end.”
Mrs. Walker
Like many long happily-married couples, the Walkers shared quiet
moments of intimacy. This was the case now, when there was nothing
really to be said, as they had talked about this moment. They had
already talked about this moment, and Elizabeth sat ; and they sat
together on the couch.
Absentmindedly, Elizabeth fingered the pearl necklace that her
husband had given her for their anniversary two weeks before…its
strands hanging over the curve of her bust whose size strained the
fabric of her blouse. She reached up to adjust her horn-rimmed
glasses which had slipped down her pert nose and sighed, with an
expression of deep sadness across her motherly features and pursed
lips.
Outside, beyond the patio doors, she could see her two young
daughters playing in the back yard on this sunny spring day.
Elizabeth was struck by the sad irony that here she was…sitting
comfortably in the midst of a scene of family life and
vitality…while only a short distance away her poor friend was
dying.
Several hours later
Elizabeth Walker slipped on her fur coat and gloves and, clutch
purse in hand, stepped out the front door of her home. It was early
evening on this quiet, wooded street in the New England town of
Cedar Falls. Her family’s home was the last but one on their quiet
close, and she could see her neighbors’ houses lit with families
inside sitting down to dinner and evenings at home. Mrs. Walker had
prepared dinner for her family early, so that she could go visit
with her friend and neighbor, Mrs. Palfrey, today.
Her fur coat and gloves and, her clutch purse in hand, stepped out
the front door of her large New England home. It was afternoon, and
her husband Jonathan was still at his law office and her two young
children in school, she made sure to lock the door of the empty
house behind her. Although Cedar Falls was a charming old town,
with almost no crime and small town family values, Elizabeth always
felt safer with the door locked. Although her and her husband had
moved here as newlyweds ten years earlier, she had never fallen in
love with the town in the same way her husband had.
Jonathan Walker’s law office had prospered, and he had quickly
become one of the most respected people in the town’s life.
However, while Elizabeth agreed with her husband that Cedar Falls
seemed the perfect place to raise their family, she had always felt
something oddly sinister about the town. Jonathan had often teased
her about her feeling of insecurity, which Elizabeth agreed was
probably groundless and even silly. But nonetheless, she had felt
uneasy almost from the day they had moved their wonderful home in
Cedar Falls; as if she were being continually watched by someone
who bore her no good will. So she always made sure the doors of her
home were locked; even when she was only going so far as to visit
her friend and neighbor – old Mrs. Palfrey – who lived in the
stately Victorian-era house across the street.
Elizabeth Walker – “Elizabeth” to her family and close friends –
strode confidently down the walk to the street, her high-heeled
pumps clipping against the stone and her long, pleated skirt
flowing about her legs. The sun was shining, and she felt
wonderful. On her wrist she felt the perfectly-fitted diamond
bracelet Jonathan had given her for her birthday only last week …
and their tenth Wedding Anniversary was coming next week.
Elizabeth was “obscenely healthy” (to use her friend Edwina
Palfrey’s expression), in her mid-30s – the prime of her life – and
was very happily married to her handsome, well-to-do husband
Jonathan who adored her, and with whom she had had two beautiful
children: Mary Elizabeth and Sandra. Elizabeth Walker smiled to
herself. She felt as if she had won the lottery in life . . . she
had everything a woman could wish for!
As she paused in the street to let a car pass, Elizabeth reached up
to adjust her horn-rimmed glasses which had slipped down her nose.
She quickly amended her earlier thought: she had always found her
poor vision an annoyance, and hated having to wear these
thick-lensed glasses. Well, and now that she was thinking of things
she would change in her life, Elizabeth thought that she would like
to lose ten or twenty pounds. None of the diets she had tried
seemed to work, and Elizabeth was resigned to being a full-figured
woman for the rest of her life. Still, she thought with a smile,
Jonathan certainly seemed to like how her weight was distributed in
ample curves in her bust and hips, so maybe that wasn’t so bad.
As she walked up to her friend’s house, Elizabeth thought back over
their friendship. Mrs. Palfrey was the first friend she had made
when she and Jonathan had moved to Cedar Falls; Mrs. Palfrey coming
over to welcome them to the town on the first day they moved into
the house across the street from hers. Over the past ten years the
two women had become very good friends. Mrs. Palfrey would often
babysit Elizabeth’s children. Indeed, the old woman so clearly
loved spending time with Elizabeth’s daughters, from the time they
were toddlers, that Elizabeth would sometimes jokingly remark at
her dinner parties – where her friend was, of course, a guest –
that Mrs. Palfrey spent more time with her children than she did.
Whenever she said this Mrs. Palfrey would say nothing … only smile.
Elizabeth Walker and her older friend would visit each other’s
homes frequently, until Mrs. Palfrey’s declining health began to
restrict her movements. In recent weeks, Elizabeth had taken to
visiting the old woman every day at her house. Often, with Mrs.
Palfrey’s nurse dismissed for the afternoon, the two friends would
sit for an hour or two and talk about anything and everything over
several cups of Mrs. Palfrey’s “special brew” tea. Elizabeth tended
to dominate the conversation at these teas with stories about her
life and her family. In fact, Elizabeth – who had always been a
reserved woman with a strong sense of privacy – had initially been
surprised at herself for uncharacteristically nattering on about
such private information to Mrs. Palfrey every day. Elizabeth soon
dismissed this thought, however, given how close she had become
with her elderly neighbor. Certainly Mrs. Palfrey did not seem
bored by their conversations. On the contrary, she listened
intently to Elizabeth talk about her life, and frequently
interjected to ask questions about this or that detail of
Elizabeth’s life, or Jonathan, or her children. Indeed, far from
boring Mrs. Palfrey, Elizabeth felt that she was often boring
herself; for many times she would return home after one of their
teas with only a hazy recollection of what she had talked about.
Elizabeth smiled to herself at the recollection, as she let herself
into her friend’s house. She was a silly goose sometimes, she
thought. As she took off her fur coat and gloves, and placed them
as usual with her clutch purse on the chair in the entrance hall,
she called out to her friend:
“Edwina…I’m here!” Elizabeth’s melodious voice echoed through the
house.
She heard a rasping voice respond through the nearest doorway:
“I’m in here, Elizabeth dear…”
Elizabeth Walker adjusted her glasses, which had slipped down her
nose again, and walked into her friend’s living room. The room was
decorated with antiquated furniture – a plush sofa, ottoman and
armchairs – and the walls were crowded with old oil paintings. Mrs.
Palfrey was propped up against pillows in a divan near the front
bay window, overlooking the street and Elizabeth’s home directly
across. Heavy blankets covered the old woman’s body, but her frail
gnarled hands and the emaciated torso evident beneath her nightgown
revealed the effects of her recent illness; Mrs. Palfrey having
only weeks before been diagnosed with a terminal illness, and was
now in rapidly declining health. It was after this diagnosis that
Mrs. Palfrey had suggested their afternoon teas; which Elizabeth
had interpreted and welcomed as the last gesture of friendship by
the dying woman.
Elizabeth smoothed her long, pleated skirt under her as she sat
down in the chair opposite her friend. On the coffee table between
them there was, as usual, an ornate tea set with some chocolates
and biscuits.
“How are you feeling today, Edwina?” Elizabeth asked with a smile,
in her soft dulcet voice.
As if in response, Mrs. Palfrey gave a hacking cough. Then she
smiled at the younger woman.
“Oh the usual…” the old woman voice rasped. She looked Elizabeth up
and down, and smiled approvingly: “That’s quite a lovely blouse, my
dear … I have not seen you in it before.”
Elizabeth looked down at her long-sleeved, white silk blouse which
curved over her ample bust, and smiled in reply:
“Thank you, Edwina. I only bought it last week to wear when
Jonathan took me out to dinner on my birthday.”
The old woman nodded with an appreciative smile.
“Yes … it does accentuate your big breasts most appealingly, my
dear!” the old woman giggled. “I’ll bet your husband couldn’t keep
his eyes … or his hands … off you.”
Elizabeth blushed crimson, as she was a modest and private woman,
who considered the intimacies of a husband and wife sacrosanct.
“Edwina! That is a very embarrassing question!” she exclaimed in
annoyance. “I’m surprised to hear you say such a thing!”
The old woman laughed.
“I apologize, Elizabeth … I am so excited that The Day is finally
here that I got ahead of myself.” She waved a frail hand at the tea
set. “Please, have some of my tea….”
Elizabeth, somewhat mollified by her friend’s apology, reached over
and poured herself a cup of her friend’s special blend. As she
sipped it, she recalled her friend’s emphasis on today being “The
Day” and inquired what she meant.
Mrs. Palfrey smiled furtively, and glanced out the window at
Elizabeth’s home across the way.
“Only that today I will finally be leaving this body, Elizabeth
dear,” she rasped, with a wistful expression on her face.
“Edwina … don’t say such a thing!” exclaimed Elizabeth, an
expression of concern on her pretty, motherly face. “You have many
years left to live.”
Old Edwina Palfrey continued to gaze across at Elizabeth’s home,
her smile broadening slightly.
“You are right, Elizabeth dear … but not in the way you think,” the
old woman replied, turning back to her. “Today I will finally leave
this house for good.”
She glanced down at Elizabeth’s tea cup.
“I think you have had enough of my special tea now, Elizabeth. So
be a dear, and tell me everything about your birthday celebration
with your husband. Was I right? Did Jonathan like the sight of your
big boobs in that new silk blouse?”
Elizabeth smiled distantly … her conscious mind seemed to be
numbed, and she no longer blushed as before or objected to the
question. Instead she answered succinctly:
“Oh yes … in fact, he gave a wolf whistle when I came down the
stairs wearing it before leaving for dinner last week!”
The old woman cackled to herself at this.
“I was sure he did,” Edwina Palfrey replied. “After these weeks of
conversation over my special blend of tea I feel I know your
husband’s tastes as well as you do.”
Elizabeth Walker stared blankly ahead, and gave no reply.
“Mmmm … well, I had better get on with this,” Mrs. Palfrey said to
herself. “Jonathan will be getting home soon, and will be expecting
you to be waiting for him. So tell me everything that has been
happening in your life the past few days, Elizabeth dear… begin
with describing your and Jonathan’s most recent lovemaking….”
Elizabeth Walker blinked. She was still sitting across from her
elderly friend, but some time seemed to have passed. The afternoon
shadows were lengthening outside, and she felt slightly drowsy.
She smiled uncertainly at her friend, who was observing her with a
cryptic smile.
“I’m sorry, Edwina,” Elizabeth said apologetically, in her soft,
dulcet voice. “I don’t know what came over me. Did I drift off?”
The old woman’s smile broadened.
“In a manner of speaking, my dear,” Mrs. Palfrey said, her faint
voice rasping in reply. “But it is quite all right … after all,
this will be the last of our little tea conversations.”
At these words, Elizabeth felt a deep sadness over Mrs. Palfrey’s
condition. Her friend seemed to be in a fatalistic mood today, and
Elizabeth could see that the old woman’s physical condition had
worsened considerably to the point where she clearly had only a
short time left to live.
It was with this feeling of sadness and friendship that Elizabeth
reached across the coffee table, took the old woman’s frail hands
in hers, and asked if there was anything she could do for her.
Mrs. Palfrey smiled broadly and, with an eerie tone in her voice,
said in reply:
“Why yes, my dear, there is … and it’s happening right now!”
The room seemed to darken around the two women and Elizabeth,
instinctively trying to remove her hands from the grasp of the old
woman, found that she could not. Mrs. Palfrey’s frail hands had an
unnaturally strong grip on Elizabeth’s.
Elizabeth Walker’s eyes widened in surprise as she could feel her
strength leaving her hands and going into those of her elderly
friend. Elizabeth became frightened and looked across into the old
woman’s eyes. A wicked smile had appeared on Mrs. Palfrey’s
withered and wrinkled face, as she gazed on Elizabeth with a
predatory hunger.
It was then that Elizabeth noticed a darkening of her elderly
friend’s white-gray hair. She glanced down at their enclasped
hands, and saw that her own youthful hands seemed to age before her
eyes. Wrinkles were appearing quite rapidly, and her veins were now
grotesquely visible. In mere moments, Elizabeth’s skin had become
pale and thin, with ridges of fragile bones and veins. Her nail
polish had gradually disappeared from her fingernails, which were
now brittle and deformed with age. Yet, at the same time, the hands
of Mrs. Palfrey that grasped Elizabeth’s were becoming visibly
softer and younger, with long, feminine fingers and fine smooth
fingernails.
At this moment Elizabeth realized that her elderly friend was
draining the youth from her body!
But not just the youth . . . .
As Elizabeth gazed in horror at her elderly friend’s face, which
was growing younger before Elizabeth’s very eyes. She saw that Mrs.
Palfrey’s hair was now the exact color of brown as her own. Unlike
Elizabeth’s hair, which was done up in Elizabeth’s characteristic
high-piled arrangement, Mrs. Palfrey’s hung loose about her face.
However, her locks were now as full-bodied and flowing, and the
same length, as Elizabeth’s. In fact, it was her elderly friend’s
face, framed by her soft brown hair, that held Elizabeth’s
horrified gaze … for Mrs. Palfrey’s now-youthful face was the
mirror image of Elizabeth’s own!
Elizabeth suddenly felt so tired that she had hardly the energy to
speak. But she managed a weak whisper to her no-longer elderly
friend:
“Edwina … what are you doing to me?”
The elderly Mrs. Palfrey – who now seemed to have the face and hair
of Elizabeth, a woman in her mid-thirties – laughed wickedly.
“Poor Elizabeth!” she said, her voice stronger and more youthful
than Elizabeth had ever heard it. “You asked if there was anything
you could do for me … and I took you up on your offer. In a few
minutes my body will be transformed into a perfect duplicate of
your young, beautiful body, and you will assume my old and dying
form!”
A clearly invigorated Mrs. Palfrey threw off her blankets, and
stood up in her long flannel nightgown and slippers.
“Damn, it feels so good to have youth and energy again!” Edwina
exclaimed, stretching her arms. She glanced over at Elizabeth with
a smile on her face; now a mirror image of Elizabeth’s own.
“Poor Elizabeth … you still have no idea what is really happening,
do you?” She stepped over to a full-length mirror in an antique
frame, and turned it towards Elizabeth.
Elizabeth gasped in horror. . . for her face was now the wrinkled
visage of Mrs. Palfrey!
Elizabeth’s hair was now thin and gray, her skin was now exactly as
dried and aged as her friend’s was when she had arrived earlier.
Then suddenly, as she gazed at her reflection, Elizabeth felt a
stabbing pain and a deep weakness overcoming her. Somehow, she knew
that she now not only had Edwina Palfrey’s face, but her terminal
illness as well!
Elizabeth Walker looked up at the woman she had considered her
friend for the past ten years, and who now possessed the pretty,
motherly face that had once been Elizabeth’s.
“Your face…you look just like me…” Elizabeth gasped in horrified
amazement.
Mrs. Palfrey’s smile broadened, as she clearly found this
observation very pleasing.
“Thank you for saying so, Elizabeth dear,” Mrs. Palfrey replied as
she caressed her new face – the face of Elizabeth Walker –
admiringly in the mirror. “Yes, you had such a beautiful face,
didn’t you? “But now it’s mine…and I am going to enjoy seeing your
lovely features in my mirror every day.”
Elizbeth’s head was spinning. What was happening to her was
unbelievable! Was she dreaming?
She looked up at the frail, but somehow invigorated, elderly woman
who…jarringly…now possessed the face and hair of a much younger
woman: Elizabeth’s own features and hair!
Elizabeth moaned involuntarily, feeling a chronic pain settling in
her body. An awareness was dawning in Elizabeth’s mind that the old
woman standing before her may have been the source of her years of
unease in Cedar Falls. Elizabeth could feel the malignancy, the
EVIL, of which she had always been dimly aware, suddenly
concentrated in this house. She cursed herself for her stupidity in
falling for this evil woman’s deception. Elizabeth Walker glared
angrily at her former friend.
“You may have my face, you witch…” Elizabeth gasped bitterly. “…but
you don’t look like me at all. You look like some…some…freak, with
my face on your old woman’s body!”
But Elizabeth was surprised when her angry words yielded only an
amused smile.
“Oh, I intend to remedy that very soon,” Edwina Palfrey smirked,
with Elizabeth Walker’s face. “As you can see, my magic spell has
not only transferred your lovely face to me, and my old face to
you…but it also gave me your energy and vitality and you my
terminal disease!”
Magic? a horrified Elizabeth thought to herself. Dear God, Edwina
Palfrey really WAS a witch!
“But there is more to come, my dear,” Edwina continued. “In a few
moments this old body of mine will metamorphose into an exact
duplicate of your young, full-figured form.”
Elizabeth gasped in horror.
“Soon I will have not only your face but your full figured body as
well, Elizabeth dear,” Edwina smirked. “Then, for all intents and
purposes, I will BE Mrs. Elizabeth Walker!”
Elizabeth was stunned! It was horrible enough that this witch was
stealing her youth…but now Elizabeth realized that Edwina Palfrey
wanted much, much more….
Mrs. Palfrey laughed as she saw the dawning realization in
Elizabeth Walker’ eyes.
“Ah, so you begin to see, Elizabeth dear,” she laughed. “Obviously,
possessing your youthful face and figure will cause problems for
me…for in the eyes of the world I will appear to be Mrs. Elizabeth
Walker …unless I take over your life as well!”
Elizabeth saw a lustful leer cross “her” features…now the new face
of Mrs. Edwina Palfrey.
“But I am not complaining, Elizabeth dear,” Edwina continued with a
smirk. “After all, when I take over your life, I will also have
your handsome Jonathan as my loving husband, won’t I?”
“You bitch!” Elizabeth spat. “You’ll never get away with it! My
family and my husband will know you’re not me!”
Mrs. Edwina Palfrey laughed evilly.
“So sorry to disappoint you, sweetie,” she smirked, “but after the
final stage of my spell , NO ONE will ever believe that I am not
you.”
She walked over to Elizabeth.
“Now, Elizabeth dear, I will need to strip you of your pretty
clothes. When my body assumes your youthful full-figured form I
will need to be wearing the clothes of Mrs. Elizabeth Walker, won’t
I?” she smirked. “After all, they will look silly on an old hag
like you when your body assumes the form of my old carcass.”
Edwina bent over Elizabeth Walker, who vainly tried to evade her.
But Elizabeth was now too weak to fend off the other woman’s hands.
Mrs. Palfrey shoved and pushed Elizabeth about in the chair as she
undressed her; smirking at her victim’s futile attempts to fight
back. She quickly and completely stripped the enfeebled Elizabeth
Walker of her clothes – her white silk blouse and pleated skirt,
her lacey-white brassiere, half-slip and panties, as well as her
jewelry – all of which she placed neatly on a settee.
Then the now-youthful faced Edwina Palfrey stepped out of her own
slippers, slipped off her "old lady" flannel nightgown and took off
her moist undergarments. Unlike her face, which had been
Elizabeth’s youthful face only minutes before, Mrs. Palfrey’s body
was aged and emaciated. Her breasts were flabby sacks that hung
upon a frail, gnarled torso marked by wrinkles and age spots.
Edwina Palfrey noticed Elizabeth’s expression of revulsion, and
laughed:
“Not a pretty sight, eh dearie?” she said. “Well, I am sick of it
too. I would have left this form and assumed your youth and
identity long ago, except that the spell won’t work until the last
days of life.”
Mrs. Palfrey ran her eyes critically over Elizabeth’s body which –
unlike her face, hair and hands – remained the full-figured form of
a relatively young and healthy woman. This was the first
opportunity Edwina had to Elizabeth in the nude, and Elizabeth
squirmed with disgust at the feeling of her naked body being
evaluated as if it were just a piece of meat.
“Just a final inspection of the package before I purchase it,
Elizabeth dear,” Edwina laughed.
“Hmmm … I must admit, Elizabeth,” she said approvingly as she ran
her eyes along Elizabeth’s nude form, “your body is very attractive
for your age, despite it having given birth to two children.”
“Your hips are wider than I had imagined, and your thighs slightly
heavier, but since you have told me over “tea” that Jonathan likes
your full figure, I won’t complain when it is mine!” Mrs. Palfrey
smirked. “Your legs are gorgeous though – I like that! All my life
I had skinny, stick-like legs, so I think I will enjoy having your
long, beautiful legs!”
Edwina fondled Elizabeth Walker’s big breasts – which, despite
their size, sagged only slightly on Elizabeth’s chest – and smiled:
“Your breasts are much larger than mine, and firmer than I thought
they would be,” Edwina observed admiringly. Then, hefting them in
her hands, she again smiled. “I’m going to really enjoy these!”
Elizabeth Walker felt an almost physical revulsion at her body
being examined by this…this witch! But her sudden enfeeblement and
pain prevented her from defending herself or moving.
“Damn you…you witch!” Elizabeth gasped painfully. “This is MY
body…and I will die before I let you take over my life!”
Mrs. Edwina Palfrey only smirked at these defiant words. She bent
over put her face…the face that had once been that of Mrs.
Elizabeth Walker…close to Elizabeth’s, and pinched her now-wrinkled
cheeks.
“I’m sorry to have to tell you, Elizabeth dear, that you will be
doing just that,” Edwina smiled mockingly. “In the eyes of the
world “I” will be Mrs. Elizabeth Walker! Your family will, of
course, believe that I am you, and for the rest of my life I will
be sleeping in your bed with your husband!
I intend to enjoy being Mrs. Elizabeth Walker, happily married wife
and mother, for a very long time! Unfortunately, you will not be
around long enough to see me enjoying your life. My disease is
advancing so fast that I expect by tomorrow you will be dead…”
Edwina smiled…with Elizabeth’s own pretty, motherly face…and cupped
her hands around Elizabeth’s new aged cheeks. She chanted several
words that Elizabeth did not understand.
Suddenly, Elizabeth felt as if her face was on fire … and
incredible pain wracked her body! She could almost feel her bones
were breaking and reforming rapidly, and her body shrinking. Tears
of pain ran down her cheeks, and she passed out into darkness. . .
.
Elizabeth Walker regained consciousness gradually. She was confused
at first, and thought it had all been an awful nightmare. Then she
realized that she was propped up against the pillows on Mrs.
Palfrey’s divan. As she felt that familiar pain again deep in her
body, Elizabeth realized to her horror that she was not dreaming.
It had all been real!
Elizabeth looked down and saw that she had on the nightgown and
slippers that Mrs. Palfrey had been wearing, and beneath the gown
she could feel Mrs. Palfrey’s moist undergarments against her
flesh.
Her body felt different too…not just the pain and weakness…but as
if it were alien to her. Then, as she looked down, Elizabeth was
stunned to realize that for the first time since puberty she did
not see her ample breasts bulging out under her bodice!
Instead, Elizabeth could feel that her chest, under Edwina’s
nightgown, was sunken and emaciated. She could not see her legs,
but they felt stunted and bony. Elizabeth somehow knew that she now
wore the dying body of old Edwina Palfrey.
Then Elizabeth caught sight of her reflection in the nearby
full-length mirror. Her eyes widened in shock, for she now not only
had Edwina Palfrey’s worn and wrinkled features, but her thin gray
hair had been placed up in the same bun that Mrs. Palfrey always
wore. Then Elizabeth noticed her hands, which were now frail and
bony, with their dried skin stretched over them like parchment.
For a moment Elizabeth was puzzled as she did not see the familiar
sight of her beautiful wedding ring on her ring finger…where it had
always been since her Wedding Day when Jonathan had placed it
there! Then she realized that in its place was the tarnished
Victorian-era ring that Edwina Palfrey always wore.
Then the smell of her body came to Elizabeth nostrils, and she
grimaced in recognition of the sickingly sweet fragrance of Edwina
Palfrey’s perfume masking the odor of a decaying body.
Elizabeth felt faint, and the room whirled about her.
This could not be happening! She must be dreaming!
Suddenly, the sound of a toilet flushing pulled Elizabeth out of
her dissociating state. She turned to the source of the noise, and
saw the door opening of the downstairs bathroom in the entrance
hall.
Then, to her astonishment, Elizabeth Walker saw “herself” emerge
from the bathroom and walk back into the living room!
This other “Elizabeth Walker” was gloriously nude…her big breasts
jiggling, and her wide, womanly hips swaying gently as she walked.
She was holding Elizabeth’s clutch purse in her hand, and not only
did she have Elizabeth’s pretty, motherly face and soft skin, but
Elizabeth could see that she also possessed Elizabeth’s youthful
full figure…a figure that Elizabeth no longer possessed herself!
The realization dawned on Elizabeth that this other “Elizabeth
Walker” was Edwina Palfrey, now wearing the face and form that once
had been Elizabeth’s.
Elizabeth could see that Edwina Palfrey had arranged her
now-beautiful brown hair in Elizabeth’s usual style, and that she
was wearing Elizabeth’s shade of lipstick and eyeshadow with her
fingernails polished in Elizabeth’s familiar soft pink.
This “other” Elizabeth Walker stopped at the settee where she
placed Elizabeth’s clutch purse. Elizabeth gazed upon her imposter
in horrified fascination, for this woman was identical to Elizabeth
– or how Elizabeth once looked – in every detail: from the soft
bush of her pubic hair…to slight sag of her heavy breasts and the
size of her aureoles…to the tiny mole beneath her left breast…this
“Elizabeth Walker” looked exactly like Elizabeth!
The “other” Elizabeth Walker also seemed very happy, as Elizabeth
could hear her humming and could see a smile on her face. She
reached down into the pile of Elizabeth’s clothing on the settee
and took up Elizabeth’s lacey-white brassiere. As Elizabeth
watched, her imposter slipped her big breasts – identical to the
bosoms Elizabeth had possessed all her life until just a few
minutes before – into the supporting cups of bra and hooked its
clasps into place. After tugging at the bra straps on her shoulders
to adjust it more comfortably, this “other” Elizabeth Walker then
took Elizabeth’s matching white lace panties from the pile and
stepped into them…bringing them up to fit snugly on her wide hips.
Elizabeth let out a gasp as her imposter stood up in Elizabeth’s
own lingerie, for she could not ignore the reality: this
semi-clothed, full figured woman looked… for all the world…to be
Elizabeth!
Hearing the gasp, the “other” Elizabeth Walker turned towards
Elizabeth with a wicked smile.
“Ah, so you’re awake…” the “other” Elizabeth Walker said, in
Elizabeth’s own soft, dulcet voice.
Elizabeth gaped in shock at hearing her voice come from this other
woman’s lips. The witch had stolen her voice as well!
Mrs. Edwina Palfrey, who now possessed Elizabeth’s face and form,
laughed with Elizabeth’s characteristic melodious laugh.
“Isn’t it wonderful?” the witch exclaimed happily, with Elizabeth’s
voice. “My magic not only gave me your face and figure, but also
your internal characteristics such as your vocal cords!”
Elizabeth heart sank. Edwina Palfrey’s voice now sounded exactly
like Elizabeth’s.
“I knew that the Spell would exchange our outward appearances and
our body health,” she explained with a broad smile. “But I was
expecting that I would have to fake the other differences.”
Edwina laughed, and continued:
“You might find it funny, my dear,” Edwina Palfrey smiled, with
Elizabeth’s own face, “but I had planned on “coming down” with a
bad sore throat to explain the difference in our voices.”
She smirked leeringly.
“I was even going to use a lubricant – and the excuse of a vaginal
infection – to cover for differences that Jonathan would feel
between my older, drier vagina and your younger, moister one when
he makes love to me in your place…I was betting that if I had your
face and figure, he would overlook the smaller difference.”
Elizabeth Walker’s eyes widened at this last detail: she had not
thought about this witch actually making love to her husband in her
place. Elizabeth could feel herself becoming sick at the thought.
But Edwina continued, oblivious to Elizabeth’s disgust:
“Of course, now none of that is necessary!” Edwina Palfrey smiled
happily. “I not only have your face and figure, Elizabeth, but I
even have your fingerprints and vocal cords!”
She smiled broadly.
“I must admit, my dear, it is a little odd hearing your voice when
I speak,” Edwina laughed, with Elizabeth’s own voice. “But then I
always thought you had a lovely voice, and I know I’ll get used to
it….”
Elizabeth Walker was stunned by what she was hearing. It couldn’t
be true…but her eyes and ears told her different.
Elizabeth thought.
At this thought, Elizabeth’s gaze shifted down to the crotch of
what were her lace panties that she had slipped on only that
morning, and which were now worn by her imposter. She could see the
shadow of what had been her pubic hair under the lace, and worried
at the implications of what Edwina had said.
Mrs. Edwina Palfrey noticed the gaze, and correctly read the
anxiety behind it. She laughed cruelly, and said:
“Yes, I have your genitalia as well, Elizabeth dear,” Edwina
smirked. “It was a pleasant surprise a few moments ago to discover
that I now have the well-lubricated, tight vagina of a woman over
half my age.”
“Now I don’t have to make excuses when I make love to Jonathan in
your place,” Elizabeth’s imposter laughed. “He won’t notice a
difference as my pussy will feel exactly like the familiar moist
pussy of the wife whom he loves!”
“Why…why me?” gasped Mrs. Elizabeth Walker plaintively.
“To be honest, Elizabeth dear, I envied you your full figure,” Mrs.
Edwina Palfrey explained.
“When I was your age I was a much plainer woman than you. I was
small-breasted, and I always dreamed of what it would feel like to
be a full-figured woman like yourself…”
Edwina smirked.
“…and now I know!”
Edwina ran her hands along her voluptuous figure, that had once
belonged to Elizabeth Walker, lifting and squeezing her ample
breasts in their twin white bra cups.
“I just love your body, Elizabeth dear,” Edwina said, in
Elizabeth’s own voice. “You kept it in such good condition for me!
Your skin is soooooo smooth and soft … and I really love these big
breasts!” She ran a finger along the lace trim of Elizabeth’s
brassiere. “Mmmmmm, your lacey bra and panties feel so sexy. I
never had anything like these the first time I was your age.”
“You…you…goddamn whore….” Elizabeth gasped painfully, with Edwina
Palfrey’s voice.
Mrs. Palfrey laughed, with Elizabeth’s soft, dulcet voice.
“Tsk-tsk Elizabeth dear…such language,” she smirked. “I will have
you know I am not a “whore”. In fact, you should be grateful that I
have no intention of staining your reputation now that – in the
eyes of the world – I am you, and I can do whatever I want as the
beautiful, young Mrs. Elizabeth Walker!”
Elizabeth felt tears burning down her aged, wrinkled face; the face
of Edwina Palfrey.
“You should be pleased for your family, Elizabeth dear, since I
intend that they not notice any difference when I take your place,”
Edwina continued. “I am be only too happy to assume your life as a
wife and mother. After all, Jonathan is very handsome, and I am
sure I will enjoy him as my lover…and my husband…in bed!”
“But more importantly, as “Mrs. Elizabeth Walker” I will have a
loving husband to support and care for me – after he fulfils my
lifelong dream and impregnates this young, fertile vagina I’ve
taken from you – and I become a mother!”
Elizabeth tear-filled eyes widened in shock.
“You might recall my telling you, Elizabeth, how I wanted to have
children all my life?” Edwina asked. “Well, my infertility
destroyed that dream. But now….”
Mrs. Edwina Palfrey smiled, and ran her hands along her
now-curvaceous, womanly hips.
“… now I have your fertile womb, Elizabeth!” she continued. “Of
course, I know very well that you had decided that two girls were
enough, and that you and Jonathan would not have any more.”
She smirked.
“But tonight, Elizabeth dear, you are going to tell your husband
that you have changed your mind, and that you want to have another
child. You won’t be alive to see it, my dear, but in a few months
you will be carrying your husband’s next child!”
Mrs. Elizabeth Walker, now in Edwina’s aged frame, felt herself in
shock at hearing these words. This witch was going to take
everything that was Elizabeth’s: her face and figure, her name, her
husband, and even her life.
The emotional trauma was too much, and Elizabeth began convulsing
in dry, impotent sobbing.
Seeing the pain she had inflicted on the woman she had deceived,
Edwina Palfrey smirked cruelly. The thought struck her how
exquisite it would be to flaunt her new body in front of its former
occupant. So, sitting down across from Elizabeth, Edwina began to
slowly get dressed in Elizabeth’s own clothes.
Clearly enjoying the sensual pleasure of running her hands over her
curvaceous new legs, Edwina Palfrey slowly slipped into Elizabeth
Walker’s pantyhose. Edwina exulted at the sight of her new,
gorgeous legs in their sheer nylon hose, and extended a delicate,
perfectly formed foot towards Elizabeth.
“Don’t my new legs looking simply stunning, Elizabeth dear?” Edwina
laughed with Elizabeth’s voice, running a hand along her smooth,
nyloned legs. “I know Jonathan admires them. Over our special
“teas” you’ve told me how he loves your wrapping them around him
while making love…. Mmmm, I can’t wait to wrap them around him
tonight!”
Edwina stood up and, taking Elizabeth’s lacey half-slip from the
settee, stepped into it and shimmied it on over her nyloned legs
and wide hips. Then she stepped into Elizabeth’s long, pleated
skirt and buttoned it about her waist.
Mrs. Palfrey laughed happily, and pirouetted before the mirror;
clearly enjoying the feeling of Elizabeth’s long skirt flowing
about her new, shapely nyloned legs. Then she slipped on
Elizabeth’s long-sleeved, white silk blouse…slowly buttoning it up
over her ample bosom.
Of course, all of Elizabeth Walker’s clothes fitted Edwina
perfectly.
Finally, Edwina slipped her feet into Elizabeth’s fashionable
high-heeled pumps, and stood up to admire herself in the
full-length mirror.
It was obvious she liked what she saw.
“I must say, Elizabeth, you were a beautiful woman!” Mrs. Palfrey
exclaimed, admiring her reflection – the reflection of the young,
beautiful Elizabeth Walker – in the full-length mirror. “Now your
beauty is mine...along with everything else that was yours.”
As she said this, Edwina reached down and…taking Elizabeth Walker’s
watch, and the diamond bracelet Jonathan had given her for her
birthday only last week…slipped them on her arms. Edwina then
carefully put on Elizabeth’s expensive earrings, and then checked
them in the mirror. Finally, she took Elizabeth’s thick,
horn-rimmed glasses, and deftly slipped them on.
“Hmmm…” Mrs. Edwina Palfrey frowned. “I do wish you had better
vision, Elizabeth dear.”
Then Edwina she happened to glance down at her ample bust and,
cupping a large breast in her hand, smirked. “Though I suppose your
body does have its compensations.”
Finally, Mrs. Palfrey … who now possessed Elizabeth’s face and
figure … reached down and took Elizabeth’s wedding ring in her
hand.
“Very nice…” she smiled in admiration, holding the multi-stoned,
exquisitely-set diamond ring in the light. She turned to face
Elizabeth. “I've waited for a long time for this, Elizabeth. For
years, I have always loved your children and lusted for your
husband's body.”
Slowly the imposter slipped Elizabeth’s wedding ring on her ring
finger. She held out her hand so Elizabeth could see the ring
glinting in the light.
“Well, Elizabeth dear, your children are now MY children, and your
husband is MY husband!” Mrs. Palfrey smiled triumphantly. “For the
last ten years I have watched and studied you in anticipation of
the day when I would take your place. Of course, no outsider can
ever know the intimate secrets between a wife and her husband. So
over our "special" teas, I’ve made you reveal to me the most
intimate details of your life with Jonathan: I know how you and he
make love … exactly how you suck his cock . . . all the little
details only Mrs. Elizabeth Walker would know … after all, I’m
going to be “Mrs. Elizabeth Walker” from now on.”
At this, Elizabeth realized the full horror of her situation. All
those afternoons, Mrs. Palfrey had drugged her and pumped her for
information. The new “Elizabeth” laughed.
“Believe me, Elizabeth…” she continued. “…tonight I’ll replace you
in bed with your husband, and Jonathan won’t even realize that
another woman has taken your place. It’s been a long time since I
made love to a man, Elizabeth dear, but after all these years of
envying you … it will feel sooooo good fucking Jonathan in your
body!”
Mrs. Elizabeth Walker felt her heart thudding painfully in her
chest. There was a sudden explosion of pain…and then another….
Elizabeth gasped, and doubled over in pain.
After a few moments the wave of pain passed, leaving Elizabeth
gasping for air. She had never before felt anything like that. Her
pulse thudded loudly in her ears.
“Ah, I can see that you are in some discomfort, my dear,” Elizabeth
could hear voice of Edwina Palfrey – Elizabeth’s voice – saying, as
if from a great distance away. “I believe you have just had your
first heart attack. Dreadful things…I had my first the other day,
and it left me crippled and weak.”
Elizabeth looked up, to see her imposter smirking cruelly.
“But now that I have your body, Elizabeth, I also have your strong,
healthy heart, don’t I?” Edwina observed. “So, unlike yourself, I
won’t have to worry about heart attacks anymore? That is very
convenient as I expect your handsome husband will have my heart
pounding in bed tonight!”
At these words, Mrs. Elizabeth Walker’s eyes – now the small,
elderly eyes of Mrs. Palfrey – flashed with anger. She tried to say
something to her imposter, but her words caught painfully in her
throat. She could only make incoherent sounds in the old woman’s
rasping voice.
Mrs. Edwina Palfrey, who now possessed the youthful face and figure
that were once Elizabeth’s, laughed as she noticed this.
“So your voice has gone already?” Edwina asked, with an evil smile
on her face – the face of Elizabeth Walker!
“This just gets better and better,” she said, as if to herself.
“You know, an exquisitely evil thought just came to me….”
Edwina Palfrey walked over to a table on which sat an old-style
phone and, lifting the receiver, dialed a number. Holding the
receiver, she smiled at Elizabeth while waiting for her call to be
answered by the person she was calling. When it was, Elizabeth
Walker gasped as she realized who the person on the other end of
the line was . . . .
“Jonathan honey, it’s me!” Edwina said into the phone, with
Elizabeth’s own soft dulcet voice.
Elizabeth felt a surge of instinctive rage: the witch was
impersonating her with Jonathan, directly in front of Elizabeth!
Elizabeth Walker tried to cry out to her husband, but her now aged
throat only rasped painfully. Meanwhile her imposter smirked,
amused at Elizabeth’s impotent reaction. She was clearly enjoying
her possession of Elizabeth’s voice and how it allowed her to fool
Elizabeth’s husband.
“I’m so glad I caught you at the office, dear,” Edwina Palfrey
continued, in Elizabeth’s voice. “I’m over at Edwina Palfrey’s and
I thought…when you are coming home…that it would be nice if you
could stop in and see Edwina….”
There was a pause, and Elizabeth could see Edwina listening to what
the person on the other end of the line – Elizabeth’s own husband –
was saying.
“You will?” Edwina exclaimed in response, smirking mockingly at
Elizabeth. “That will be wonderful, honey!”
There was another pause, and Elizabeth Walker saw her imposter’s
smirk suddenly widen and her eyes sparkle wickedly. With her next
words, Elizabeth realized why.
“Thank you, sweetheart…I love you too. . .`bye,” Edwina Palfrey
replied happily, clearly enjoying impersonating Elizabeth with
Elizabeth’s own husband.
As her imposter put the receiver back down, Elizabeth felt her
heart sinking.
“Your husband just said “I love you” to me, Elizabeth dear,” Mrs.
Palfrey laughed, with Elizabeth’s voice. “It’s been a long while
since a man has said those words to me. And I must admit hearing
your husband say them sent a delicious shiver down my spine ...
I’ve been in love with that handsome hunk of man since the first
time I laid eyes on him ten years ago. Of course, he thought I was
you when he said it, Elizabeth. But that doesn’t matter, since from
now on I will be you!”
Elizabeth’s eyes must have shown her surprise, for Mrs. Palfrey
continued.
“Really… you had no idea?” she laughed with Elizabeth’s voice.
“Well, Elizabeth I must say that I have been insanely jealous of
you from the first time I saw you by your husband’s side. You had a
perfect family: a devoted, handsome husband and two beautiful
children.
Tears began to roll down the crevices of Elizabeth's now old and
knarled face. Mrs. Palfrey did not notice, however; her attention
being caught by something outside the window.
“There’s Jonathan!” she exclaimed excitedly. She glanced down at
Elizabeth. “Well, I will be leaving you now, Elizabeth. It is only
appropriate that you see me walk out that door with your
unsuspecting husband … after all, I will be assuming your identity
and your married life with him. Don’t excite yourself when you see
him; you can’t speak or tell him the truth anyhow.”
Mrs. Palfrey laughed cruelly, with Elizabeth’s voice.
“When Jonathan comes in, you will get to feel the jealousy I have
felt towards you for the past ten years. You know, I think I am
going to plant my first kiss on my new husband’s lips before your
eyes. Jonathan will think I am you, of course … but you will see
with your own eyes how I intend to enjoy being “Mrs. Elizabeth
Walker” for the rest of my new, extended life.”
At this moment, the doorbell chimed.
Mrs. Palfrey smirked: “Well, I had better go let MY husband in…”
The imposter, who now possessed Elizabeth’s face, form and clothes,
turned and walked out into the entrance hall. Elizabeth’s high
heels, which Mrs. Palfrey now wore as her own, clipped against the
hardwood floor, and Elizabeth’s long, pleated skirt flowing about
her imposter’s legs. Elizabeth could not help but notice how Mrs.
Palfrey imitated her walk perfectly, with her erect posture
balancing the gentle sway of her wide hips just as Elizabeth once
walked.
Elizabeth heard the sound of her own voice, now used by her
imposter, coming from the hall:
“Come in, honey…Mrs. Palfrey and I were just talking about you ….”
Elizabeth thought her heart would break when she saw her darling
husband walk into the living room with his arm around the waist of
another woman … a woman who looked and sounded, for all the world,
to be Elizabeth!
“You were?” Jonathan Walker laughed, a wide smile crossing his
handsome face. As he looked in Elizabeth’s direction, Elizabeth’s
now aged heart beat a little faster. Jonathan loved her … he would
see through the evil witch’s deception!
“Hello Edwina…” Jonathan smiled at her,“…how are you feeling
today?”
Elizabeth’s heart fell. Her husband…the man she loved, and the
father of her children …believed she was old Mrs. Palfrey! She
tried to speak and tell him the truth, but she found that her voice
was gone.
“Edwina seems to have lost her voice this afternoon, honey,” the
real Mrs. Palfrey said with Elizabeth’s voice.
Taking his arm from waist of the woman he thought his wife,
Jonathan Walker walked over to his real wife; now trapped in the
dying form of Edwina Palfrey.
As her husband patted her now palsied hand, Elizabeth felt like
crying. But her tear ducts, much like the rest of her aged frame,
had now ceased to function.
“I’m sure all you need is a good night’s rest, Edwina,” he said to
Elizabeth in a comforting tone.
Elizabeth’s hand shook with emotion, but she could do nothing but
watch.
Behind her husband’s back her imposter was openly smirking at her,
her eyes twinkling with pleasure behind Elizabeth’s thick,
horn-rimmed glasses, enjoying Elizabeth’s impotent situation. The
ersatz Mrs. Elizabeth Walker … unseen by Elizabeth’s husband … now
ran her eyes appraisingly over him in undisguised lust.
Seeing that Elizabeth had noticed her leering at Elizabeth’s
husband, Mrs. Palfrey’s smirk widened. The evil old woman … who now
looked for all the world to be the young, lovely Elizabeth Walker …
held up her hand on which was now Elizabeth’s diamond wedding band.
Then she arched a mocking eyebrow at Elizabeth.
Elizabeth almost gagged. Her imposter’s message was unmistakable:
Edwina desired Elizabeth’s husband, and by impersonating Elizabeth
she would be now able to fulfill her desires at last. After all,
now that she wore Elizabeth’s form, even Elizabeth’s own family
would think nothing of this woman sleeping with Jonathan … for to
all the world she was Mrs. Elizabeth Walker!
Elizabeth heard her imposter clear her throat and say, with
Elizabeth’s own soft, dulcet voice:
“Honey, I think we should be going and let Edwina have her rest.”
At this, Elizabeth gazed up at her husband and pleaded silently
with her eyes for him to stay. However, he only smiled consolingly
down at her and patted her hand again.
“You get some rest now Edwina,” an unsuspecting Jonathan Walker
said comfortingly to his wife, now trapped in the decrepit body of
Mrs. Edwina Palfrey. “You’ll feel a hundred percent better in the
morning.”
“Yes, I’m sure she will,” echoed the real Edwina Palfrey, now
wearing the form of Elizabeth Walker, from behind him.
As Elizabeth’s husband stepped back, her imposter slipped her arm
through his possessively. Now that she was in Jonathan Walker’s
field of vision again, Mrs. Palfrey was careful to avoid smirking.
Instead she dissembled a caring smile, as the real Elizabeth would
have done in her place.
“Let’s go honey,” Mrs. Palfrey said, with Elizabeth’s soft voice.
“The kids will be home soon, and I have to get their dinner ready.”
She turned and smiled at the real Elizabeth Walker, trapped in her
body. “I’ve told you, Edwina, how they’ve started liking steak with
sweet potatoes … and I feel like giving the kids a treat today.”
Elizabeth felt like choking. She had told the witch that only last
week; and now her imposter was planning on replacing her as a
mother to her kids, as well as a wife to her husband! Elizabeth
looked into Mrs. Palfrey’s eyes behind her horn-rimmed glasses …
eyes that were once Elizabeth’s own … and she could see the witch
was enjoying Elizabeth’s anguish.
Jonathan Walker had turned toward the entrance hall when Mrs.
Palfrey, in the guise of his wife, placed a hand on his chest to
stop him. Elizabeth’s unsuspecting husband turned with a
questioning expression to the woman he thought his wife.
Mrs. Palfrey smiled … her face and smile now the face and smile of
Mrs. Elizabeth Walker … and, slipping one hand behind his neck,
brought her face close to his and pressed her lips against his in a
soft, sensuous kiss.
The real Elizabeth Walker felt a sharp pain in her chest, and the
room spin about her, as she gazed on in horror! Before her eyes she
watched her husband being kissed by another woman … an evil woman
decades older than him … who had stolen her body, and was now
enjoying as a prerequisite that came with the possession of
Elizabeth’s face and form: the love of Elizabeth’s husband!
After a moment the two parted, and Jonathan Walker looked down at
Elizabeth’s imposter with a quizzical smile.
“What did I do to deserve that?” he asked.
Mrs. Palfrey smiled up coyly at him, with the face of Elizabeth
Walker. Her eyes danced mischievously behind her glasses.
“Didn’t you like it, darling?” she asked.
“I loved it, honey,” grinned Jonathan Walker. Then, with slight
embarrassment, he motioned with his head toward the person he
thought to be the frail Edwina Palfrey. “But. . .”
“It was just a little joke between Edwina and I,” Elizabeth’s
imposter explained, nodding at Elizabeth who could only look on in
despair. Mrs. Palfrey then slipped her arm through the arm of
Elizabeth’s husband and walked with him to the hall.
“Besides…” Mrs. Palfrey said coyly with Elizabeth’s own voice,
being sure that her words could carry back to Elizabeth. “…isn’t a
wife allowed to show her husband how much she loves him?”
Elizabeth saw her husband help her imposter on with Elizabeth’s fur
coat, and Mrs. Palfrey smile and say – “Thank you, darling.” – in
Elizabeth’s soft, dulcet voice. She saw the old witch slip
Elizabeth’s gloves upon her hands … hands that were identical to
those Elizabeth used to possess … and take Elizabeth’s clutch purse
as her own.
Black despair filled Elizabeth’s mind as she saw her husband slip
his arm around the waist of her imposter. She noticed how Mrs.
Palfrey moved exactly as Elizabeth would when her husband did this,
and pressed herself imperceptibly to his side. Clearly, Mrs.
Palfrey had been watching and planning for this day for a long
time. Her impersonation of Elizabeth was perfect in every way! Even
Elizabeth’s husband did not suspect.
Elizabeth felt her aged heart beating painfully in her chest as her
husband waved goodbye to her.
“Take care, Edwina!” he called.
Elizabeth saw her imposter smiling warmly at her … only Elizabeth
could tell the smile was one of triumph. She waved as well.
“Have a good rest Edwina,” the real Edwina Palfrey called, with
Elizabeth’s melodious voice. “I’ll come by again tomorrow.”
Then the two moved into the outer hall, and out of Elizabeth’s
field of vision. Then came the sound of the front door opening and,
a moment later, closing.
In the silence of the old Victorian house, the only sound Elizabeth
could hear was that of her high heel pumps … which her imposter had
taken as her own … clicking on the porch steps.
Painfully, she managed to turn her head to see her husband and her
imposter … old Mrs. Palfrey, who had betrayed her friendship and
stolen Elizabeth’s youth, body, clothes and husband … walking
across the street arm in arm. Her imposter looked exactly as
Elizabeth looked when she walked over hours earlier, and her walk
and every movement were Elizabeth’s. Jonathan Walker and old
Elizbeth Palfrey, now in the young body of Elizabeth Walker, looked
the very image of a happily married couple.
With a soul-rending sadness deeper than anything she had ever felt,
Elizabeth realized that her husband was completely fooled by the
old witch’s impersonation of herself. As a result, she knew that in
a few hours the two would be going to bed and her imposter …
probably wearing one of Elizabeth’s sexiest nightgowns … would
finally fulfill her desire and make love to Jonathan in her place!
It was too much … too much …. Elizabeth wished for death to come.
In the street outside Edwina Palfrey, after being so long confined
indoors by her frail, dying body, felt herself glow with pleasure
in the late afternoon sunshine and fresh air. She could feel
Elizabeth’s high heels clipping against the stone, and Elizabeth’s
long, pleated skirt flowing about her legs as she walked.
This felt incredible! To be young and beautiful again!
Edwina breathed in deeply with the lungs of Elizabeth Walker,
feeling her now large breasts strain against the material of
Elizabeth Walker’s brassiere and blouse, and exulted in her strong,
healthy young body!
Then Edwina glanced at the man walking beside her, and smiled.
And not just any young body, she thought, but the body of the woman
Jonathan Walker loved. Edwina Palfrey could feel herself getting
moist between her legs for the first time in years!
“Mrs. Elizabeth Walker”, Edwina thought to herself. “I’m think I’m
going to enjoy that name!”
Jonathan Walker, noticing the smiling gaze of the woman he believed
to be his wife Elizabeth, raised an eyebrow with a questioning
grin.
“You’re in an odd mood, honey,” he laughed. “Is everything
alright?”
Mrs. Elizbeth Palfrey…now the “new” Mrs. Elizabeth Walker…laughed
happily. She squeezed the hand of “her” husband.
“Everything is perfect, my darling!” she smiled at him, with his
wife’s face and voice. “Absolutely perfect!”
Later that evening
The sound of a gentle voice reading wafted down the darkened
upstairs hall:
“…and when her evil stepsisters heard that Cinderella was marrying
the handsome Prince they tore their hair and cursed their luck....”
Edwina Palfrey smiled to herself as she listened from the doorway
of the Master Bedroom and then stepped back into the bedroom and
closed the door softly behind her. In a glance she took in Jonathan
and Elizabeth Walker’s bedroom: It is perfectly appointed and
decorated, reflecting Elizabeth Walker’s good taste. In the middle
of the far wall – set amidst the deep-pile carpeting – is a large,
queen-sized bed. Next to the bed are matching night-tables with
twin small lamps. Against the wall beside the bed is a large,
ornate mirror.
Jonathan stopped reading, having noticed that his younger daughter,
Mary Elizabeth, had already fallen asleep. The older of the two –
Sandra – was still awake, but drowsing off.
“Well sweetie,” Jonathan said, closing the picture book, “I’ll let
you go to sleep now. We’ll finish the story tomorrow.”
He bent over and kissed his daughter’s forehead.
“ ’kay, Daddy,” the young girl replied in a sleepy voice. Then she
added: “Daddy?”
“What honey?” her father smiled, about to walk to the door.
“Why’s mommy acting funny?” Sandra asked in a sleepy voice.
Jonathan replied with a quizzical smile.
“What do you mean, sweetie?” he asked.
“She’s all touchy since you two came home…hugging us…and kissing
you.”
Jonathan laughed.
“Sweetie, your mom loves us . . . that’s just her way of showing
how much she loves us.”
Sandra blinked in thought. Then she shrugged, and smiled.
“Okay…’nite Daddy,” she said, settling back into her pillow.
“Goodnight honey,” said her father, turning out the light. “Sweet
dreams….”
As he walked down the darkened upstairs hall, Jonathan smiled to
himself thinking…not for the first time…how lucky he’d been in his
life. Two adorable children…a beautiful wife who loved him…what man
could ask for more.
Reaching the master bedroom, he saw how light from inside peeked
through the crack under the door. He opened the door and walked in.
For a moment he was surprised. The bed…in which he expected to find
his wife reading her mystery novel…was empty; the novel sitting
untouched on the night table.
A sound drew his eyes to the window, where he saw his wife standing
beside the curtain.
Jonathan caught his breath.
Elizabeth was wearing one of her skimpiest negligees: its sheer red
silk barely covered her torso, with a laced-hem at the bodice and
the skirt. His eyes were drawn to her full breasts, which hung
heavily in the lacey, low-cut bodice; their weight straining the
red spaghetti strands over her shoulders.
She smiled at him, raising an eyebrow.
“Do you like it, darling?” she asked coyly, running her hands
slowly over the negligee.
Jonathan grinned.
“You know I do, you shameless flirt,” he replied. “It’s only been
my favorite since you first wore it on our last anniversary.”
Edwina Palfrey’s smile widened. She stepped away from the window
and, lifting her arms above her head, pirouetted before her
husband.
Jonathan caught his breath again, at the sight of his wife’s large
breasts rising and jutting as she lifted her arms, and the brief
glimpse of pubic hair beneath the raised lace hem of the skirt.
“And do I look as good in it now as I did then?” Elizabeth asked,
the corner of her mouth lifting in an amused smile.
Jonathan was pleasantly surprised at this flirtatious mood his wife
was in tonight. Like many married couples, their sex life – while
still very enjoyable – had become inevitably predictable over time.
Tonight, however, Elizabeth was obviously feeling more frisky than
usual.
“You look more beautiful now than ever!” Jonathan exclaimed.
His wife laughed, and walked over to him, slipping her arms around
his neck.
“I’m glad you think so, darling,” she said, rising on tip toes and
bringing her lips to meet his.
They kissed, and Jonathan felt his wife’s soft, full lips yielding
beneath his as usual. He was surprised, however, when she slipped
her tongue between his lips…and then caressing the inside of his
mouth…at first slowly, then moving faster….
Both were now breathing rapid, quick breaths. Jonathan slipped his
arms about his wife, and his hands slipped down to her bottom.
Elizabeth squirmed against him, to allow her husband’s hands to
explore the cleavage between her buttocks under her negligee.
His wife’s tongue darted in and around his mouth like a small
animal, and Jonathan could feel her hardening nipples pressing
against him through the negligee.
They broke apart, breathing heavily.
Elizabeth grinned lasciviously up at her husband….
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From: guest (Readerboy)
, 16 months, post #2 |
Why doesn't that put it on wattpad?
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From: guest (observer)
, 16 months, post #3 |
@Macan - great story! How would I reach you?
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From: f2flover
, 16 months, post #4 |
Any blog or something like that where we can enjoy all of your
stories?
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From: guest (JanMinMin85)
, 16 months, post #5 |
wow, that fantastic story! Looking forward to the next one.
Thank Macan!
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From: guest (Macan)
, 16 months, post #6 |
Thanks for the kind words.
As you may have noticed, I had to shorten this fragment story as it
seemed too long for here.
Apologies for the missing bits and sloppy crops.
@observer Usually macan001@yahoo.com
@f2flover I used to do the Yahoo Groups, as I liked the
interaction. They are long gone. Now I just sorta write for myself
in my spare time. BtW: As you folks liked the above, I'm posting a
fragment of another F2F story you may know from back in the day
"Madness and the Evil Twin"
Posting here as just the easiest for me. But I respect, and don't
want to seem to be spamming this great board. No real thought of a
blog.
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From: guest (noname)
, 16 months, post #7 |
You may want to post this on thechangingmirror com. They have tons
of story like this on thier forums.
Thank you for posting it.
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From: guest (Anonymous User)
, 16 months, post #8 |
Thank you so much for posting this.
However, I assume you cut a bit off at the end to make it fit here,
is there a place for the full version, perhaps a Google Doc or
something of that nature?
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From: guest (Rageoficeman)
, 16 months, post #9 |
@macan I finished the Family Heirloom story.
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From: guest (Macan)
, 16 months, post #10 |
@Rageoficeman OMG, I freaking loved the 2nd part of your "Family
Heirloom". Actually, only read the first 1/4 as I gotta get my day
started, but it was hot! Will save it for tonight. Just loved the
premise: bad grandpa stealing his MILF granddaughter's body. I have
never written a "Bad Bodystealing Grandpa" story, but now I want
to. (I am really hoping Bad Grandpa wins in the end :-) TY again!
@AnonymousUser Yes, you are right. Also cut from the beginning, as
you can see from the butchered opening paragraph here. I write in
spare moments -- have two long "Evil Neighbour Stealing MILF's
Life/Identity" in process -- so don't think so much on posting. But
you are right, I should think of somewhere to dump them all.
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From: guest (Delweb)
, 16 months, post #11 |
@Macan thanks for reposting. I remember this from a while back and
it still packs a punch. I know everyone has slightly different
preferences for this genre but for me this is really perfect. Loved
the 2 women and how they are described, plot makes sense, evil one
wins in the end and the amount of taunting by Edwina is first rate.
I could read stories like this all day. Thanks!
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From: guest (Macan)
, 15 months, post #12 |
@Delweb Thanks for the great compliment! I remember you from the
Evil Twin group (I think). Love your contributions here btw. Some
fine F2F content I would never know about.
@Rageoficeman I finished "Family Heirloom". Nice slow burn and very
twisty. Loved that ending. Maybe I would have a preference for more
naughty bits, but that's me (also maybe you had platform
constraints?) Hope you have time to write some F2F text stories if
the spirit moves you. Thank you for the read!
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From: guest (Rageoficeman)
, 15 months, post #13 |
@macan glad u enjoyed it. i just uploaded part 1 of a story i had
in the works as a comic. Not sure when ill finish (comic/text) it
but part 1 is there now. No actual f2f yet but building to it.
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From: guest (BodySwapViewer)
, 15 months, post #14 |
@macan Love part 1 of this story. I would be really interested in
reading the rest, along with any other F2F content you are writing.
Do you have a DeviantArt or any place we can read your works?
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From: guest (Macan)
, 15 months, post #15 |
@rageoficeman Just read "Academy of Elites Pt.1" TY. I enjoy your
long form stories, and the twisty details. A rarity these days with
everyone's time constraints. Also, can't get enough F2F.
@BodySwapViewer Glad you liked lit. Not sure if DeviantArt would
allow NSFW stuff like my stories?
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From: guest (allthosecurves)
, 15 months, post #16 |
Fantastic job Macan! I love stories like this! I'm looking forward
to reading more.
If you're looking for a place to post your stories, you might want
to check out The Changing Mirror forum. Perhaps that could be an
option.
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From: guest (Theonewhofoundit)
, 15 months, post #17 |
I like this one it is better if we can see the pictures right? Or
anybody can make it into a comic
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From: guest (Macan)
, 15 months, post #18 |
@allthosecurves Thanks. Yes, I like The Changing Mirror, but I
messed up my ID there somehow and can't sign in or recover. Maybe
I'll try again.
@Theonewhofoundit Funny you say that but I've been experimenting
with illustrated versions of my stories. I search for a number of
sets of screens from a particular porn actress videos, figure out
how they can fit into the story, and insert them appropriately.
About 50 pics per story. I doubt they could ever be published due
to copyright. Actually, I'm not sure how OpenTGC etc get away with
it? Anyone know? Using entire galleries from movies like this works
well actually...but don't wanna be sued. :-)
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From: guest (Rageoficeman)
, 15 months, post #19 |
@macan I just posted part 2 of academy of elites on my deviantart
page. It will be at least a month before i finish it due to me
moving next month. Need to focus on that.
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From: guest (Macan)
, 15 months, post #20 |
@Rageoficeman I just read Part 2 of "Academy of Elites". What a
great F2F horror! So much dialogue...which I admire as I always
find dialogue a pain to write. And the plot is twisty as F. Hahaha.
An oddly sympathetic body thief. Very visual style, like
screenwriting. TY for the read, I can't wait to see where this will
go. Good luck with your move!
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