"Unfortunately, I don't know how to change you back." Chad mumbled sheepishly.

I couldn't believe it. It couldn't be. I tried to catch his eyes, make a connection, make him understand his best friend was still trapped in Mrs. Ballamy and needed to get out.

Bryce stood in the corner of the room watching on, shaking his head.

"What do you mean don't know how? You said the magic was easy."

"It is."

"You said the spell would last for today. We could change our grades for college and then I would change back. That's what you said."

"Look, I don't know what I was saying. It's the first time I've done this."

"Then why did you say it, you fucking dumbass?"

"Easy, easy — look, I thought there was a reversal spell in the book. If there's a change spell then there must be. But it looks like the page was ripped out. I should have checked before we started. That's on me. I'm taking the blame.

"I don't want you to take the blame! I want you to change me back." They were both so quiet and watched me like I was completely hysterical."

"I know." Chad stood up. He stepped towards Bryce and put his arm around him. "But Bryce and I have discussed this and I think rather than draw out the inevitable, we will thank you for a lovely stay at your house, Mrs. Bellamy."

"What!" My vision started to blur. This wasn't happening. Mrs. Bellamy's tits shifted in her bra. I watched their eyes darting between my eyes and my chest.

"Thanks for meeting with us about our grades. I don't think either of us have had F's changed to B's so fast."

Bryce nodded. "Yeah. We can both take a break before sophmore year. We really appreciate it, Mrs. Bellamy. You're the best! Have a nice summer."

Oh my god, no. Are they going to pretend it never happened?!

"Stop calling me Mrs. Bellamy this instant or I will go back and change your grades, you assholes!"

"No, you won't. Because we will say you had us over to your house instead of to your office hours. Maybe you should take a bath and try on some lingerie instead. Mr. Bellamy will be home in a week from his business trip and I'm sure he'll be expecting a warm welcome." They laughed and raced for the door. "Bye, Mrs. Bellamy! We're off to the skate park!"

"You bastards! Come back here." I chased after them. They rushed out the front door and I ran across the front porch until I saw Mrs. Shepherd across the street watching. "Fuck." I spun and acted natural. My nipples stiffened. They dug into the pads of my bra, and the pads hugged back.

It's been a lonely week.

I wish I could keep my fingers out of my pussy. It was a mistake to slip them in the first night I slept here.

It doesn't help that a cock is so one-shot and clumsy. A pussy was made to take a pounding and deliver. The orgasms keep coming. I do not complain. My clit feels bigger and better than any cock when my finger settles over it.

Mr. Bellamy's sexts haven't helped either. They have me racing my hand to my throbbing clit. Swirling my fingers. Exploring my wet folds and dipping in.

I thought this week would be pure torture. I guess I was wrong.

I'm all alone with Mrs. Bellamy's cosmetics and clothes and lingerie. It's really doing my head in. I've made a schedule to cope. For example, between 1 and 2 I work on walking in high heels.

I realize I have some work to do.

How does a wife welcome her husband home after a long business trip?

How does she meet him?

I know how she should meet him. And before yesterday I would have told you there's no way in hell I will do it. But now. . .

My tail is positively wagging to meet him. On my hands and knees.

It only make sense. The harder he is the better he's going to feel going into my pussy. That's why between 2-3pm I've been sucking on a banana or a cucumber in the mirror. I need practice.

I have this really great video I took of my girlfriend sucking my cock during spring break. I've been watching it for pointers. She does a cool thing with her tongue I'm going to try on my husband.

We actually have a lot of nice videos we took during freshman year of college. I had forgotten about some of them. I've been watching them. Of course now I put myself in her shoes. I watch her spread her legs wide and I do the same.

I didn't expect it, but I think this is going to work out for me. This cock. It's only a few seconds of meditative sitting before I can't stand it any more and have to fuck Mr. Bellamy silly. He likes his wife's dripping pussy polishing his cock and when I orgasm I just gush everywhere.

I saw my friends the other day walking through the neighborhood. I had pulled a robe over me to fetch the paper. Mr. Bellamy's come was still dripping out of my pussy into my tight lace panties. I waved. "Hi boys!"

"Uh, hi, Mrs. Bellamy." They waved back sheepishly. "How are you?"

I winked. "I just fucked all night. How do you think I am?"

Chad nearly tripped. "Uh, that's great. We gotta go."

"Oh and Chad?"

"Yes, Mrs. Bellamy?"

"You left your spell book in my house."

His eyes widened.

"Will you give it back to me?"

"In due time. . .but not in the way you think."

"You mean?"

I stepped my leg out of my robe. Let one side fall from my shoulder. "I want you two to join me on the other side. I think you'll like it."