Chapter One:

It was cold that morning in December when Jane woke up early. It was certainly dark but as there was plenty to do at the office today she decided to get up anyway, have a shower and get dressed, have a meal and get to the office early.

Slipping off her silky nightgown she stepped into the shower and luxuriated in the warm of the water and the feel of the gel on her soft skin. She caressed her breasts in lather, and worked the suds into her crotch. "Well," she thought, "as enjoyable as this is, it is NOT getting things done" So, reluctantly she turned the shower off and dried herself off. Having dried her long vibrant auburn hair she set about dressing herself for the cold trip to the office. Cotton panties followed by a pair of black opaque tights were the first order of the day. "Which bra today?" she wondered aloud. Jane picked one of her favourites, a newish matching set, black trimmed with silver lace. Slipping her breasts into the cups and snecking the catches behind her, she decided to wear the matching panties for added warmth and picked up her black silk camisole and slipped into that too. A white waist slip completed her underwear for today. Jane picked her white turtle neck top and her black (tight) mini-skirt suit and her high heels to finish her outfit off. She brushed her long hair out until it shone and applied her makeup. She turned, as she thought that she had heard a noise, but surely not, it was early and she lived alone. "Perhaps it's that new neighbour's cat?"

Thinking no more about it she finished getting ready and turned to go when the bedroom lights went out plunging her into darkness. She had just time to think that the fuse must have gone when something soft was pressed up against her face and an arm wrapped itself around her body, pinning her arms to her side. There was a strange smell and she knew no more.

When she awoke, it was still dark, or perhaps dark again, she had no idea how much time had passed though she thought it was still morning. She tried to move but couldn't. Scared now, she tried to look around, to work out where she was and why she could not move. Then she remembered the cloth and the arms. She was sitting in her bedroom chair, that much she knew from experience. She tried to move her arms and feet, but neither would budge. She tried to look around, but because of the dark, could see very little. Very scared now, she could not even cry for help, her mouth was taped shut! "Okay, calm down girl, work out what's happening first" she thought to herself. "Okay, my feet. Why can't I move them?" Although she didn't know as she could not see them, they where tied to the legs of the chair, wrapped around with cloth torn from a pillowcase so that she could not even slip her shoes off.

"Okay, no idea there, what about my hands?" Well, again she could not see them, for they where not only tied behind her, they where tied to the back of the chair as well. It was still dark for the curtains where closed and let no light in but there was enough light spilling in from the hallway for Jane to realise that she was not only tied to the chair by her hands and feet, there was also some cloth around her waist keeping her from moving her body at all. This was the belt from her cotton dressing gown and it also secured the tie around her hands. Then there was the cord around her legs which she could just see in the dim light. This was wrapped around her knees keeping them very securely together but it also went under the chair, tied off at the front legs so that her legs would not move. The cord then went underneath her, wrapping itself around the back of the chair, crossing over her shoulders and finishing up, tied, under tension, to the cord loop around her knees.

"Okay, I'm bound hand and foot to my chair, gagged with tape and roped to the chair so well I can't move more than an inch or two at best." She supposed the good news was that she was alone, still dressed and from the feel of her body, she hadn't being raped. "The knife" she suddenly thought, "I was using the craft knife last night and I left it in the bookcase by the window. If I can reach that perhaps I can cut myself loose". Of course, thinking of the knife, and actually getting to the knife were two very different things. She tried to lift herself up enough to walk the chair over to the bookcase, but she was kidding herself as she was unable to do more than make it move slightly. So then she tried to shuffle the chair over to the bookcase. In this she was slightly more successful. It was hard work as she had nothing to grip on, only the ropes tying her to the chair, which really were gripping HER. Inch by painful inch she shuffled the chair over to the bookcase, her breasts bouncing up and down in rhythm to the movement of the chair. She could not get a decent deep breath because of the tape across her mouth and to add insult to injury, she wanted to go to the toilet now. In the dim light she could see that her tight mini-skirt had rucked up from the effort needed to move the chair showing off her lacey white slip but there was nothing she could do about it now. Her arms ached from the stress of trying to lift the chair in unison with her legs and her breasts where aching from the bouncing too. A little gallows humour was creeping in now, "Why didn't I wear the firm support bra today!" she thought to herself. Things were not going Jane's way, even her hair was against her as her fringe covered her right eye making seeing even more difficult. Finally, out of breath and aching, arms trembling, she reached the bookcase, and there was the knife, just where she had left it. All she had to do now was turn the chair around, shuffle nearer the shelf and reach the knife, cut the ropes securing her to the chair and somehow free her hands from the strapping, free her feet and get help. All without dropping the knife in hands that where rapidly going numb.

Will she do it in time, will the stranger come back, or was it a burglar who has got what he wanted and gone? (Come off it, tied up like she is, this ain't no burglar.....)

She shuffled the chair a little more and there, she could feel the knife on the shelf. "Great" she thought "here goes". Using only her finger tips, she was able to move the knife enough to get a hold on it and gripping it firmly at last she started to saw though the rope running by her hands. Bit by bit, strand by strand the rope frayed until at last she felt the rope over her shoulders slacken. Finally her legs where no longer pulled up by the tension of the rope. Her next target was the band of material which went around her waist. Luckily for her, it was through the back of the chair keeping the tie around her hands in place so she was able to cut through that quite easily, not without sticking her bottom with the knife a couple of times though. Though these hurt, very little noise escaped through the tape across her mouth. Although her hands where still fastened behind her back, and whatever it was, could not be cut by the knife, so they stayed tied. However, with a little effort and a lot of contortions, she was able to reach her feet and release the cloth strips fastening her feet to the chair. This was very painful as she ended up on her knees in front of the chair, still tied it by her ankles and until she freed herself, hands tied behind her, in the dark, it was slow work. Finally she was free, if gagged and hands bound behind her.

"Right" she thought "first job get help". Jane stepped towards the bedside phone only for some of the rope, still fastened to the chair, to catch her around the ankle and before she knew it, it tripped her up and she went flying. With her hands behind her back, she had no chance and the floor hit her hard.

Chapter Two

The next thing she knew was that her head ached, her breasts hurt and she was back in the chair, bound hands and feet, only this time in a different position. Now her legs spread apart and a different pair of shoes on. In the dim light, she could just see that her lovely blue hi-heeled shoes had a broken heel, also the knife was on the floor in front of her, but the blade had been removed. She was in the chair to stay this time.

Time passed, and soon fear and worry took their toll on Jane and she fell asleep, or maybe she was helped on her way for when she came round some time later, she felt that something had changed. For one thing, she was now blindfolded and her clothes felt different from earlier. She felt quite dopey but realised that she could no longer see anything and her legs where once again tied together at the knees. All she could do to move them was to rub her calves together an inch or so and from the feel, she still had her tights on. "That's something" she thought. Her top felt different too, it was no longer the white turtle neck, from the pressure her arms put on the back of the chair it felt like her patterned red top which worried her. Her feet where pretty numb as well by now from the ropes restricting her circulation and moving them was both difficult and painful. She couldn't move her body much either and taking a deep breath was out of the question though she didn't know why.

"This means that someone has undressed me and then re-dressed me!" I wonder what else they did to me?" She was still dazed from the sleep, natural or drugged, she didn't know, but she was really very scared. "I just hope that who ever is doing this has an eye for colour matching, it better be either my red skirt or the black mini still on."

She needn't have worried, though, whilst she was unaware, she had had her black suit and white top removed, and being dressed in her "Lady in Red" set. This included a padded red bra, satin red camisole, trimmed in black lace, satin red waist slip and her black and silver panties had been swapped for a very frilly white pair. Then, as she had guessed, her red patterned top along with her red mini skirt had been placed on her. Her tights were untouched and her blue hi-heels had been repaired and put back on her feet. All this before sitting her back in the chair and fastening her to it with one of her red wide leather belts to which had been some cord so that it was tied tightly to the left back of the chair, run around the right back of the chair, looped through the belt, then it was tied off again on the right of the chair, then the cord went around her knees making movement almost impossible. Her feet where once again tied to the legs of the chair and several loops of rope made movement out of the question. Her hands where once again tied behind her to the back of the chair and duct tape muffled all but the occasional "Mmmmmmpppphhhhhh!!

Again, sleep, or perhaps unconsciousness claimed her, possibly from fear or lack of oxygen from her gag. When she came too some time later, her blindfold had been removed and the intruder stood before her. He was wearing something over his face but Jane was so confused she could not tell just what it was. The intruder said something to her, which at first she did not understand., so he repeated it.

"If I take off your gag, and you scream, I’ll cut you. Do you understand? If you promise not to scream or cry out, I’ll remove your gag and let you have a drink, okay?"

Jane was so thirsty she would have let him do almost anything to have a drink, even if it was too late for the toilet from the wet feeling around her crotch and the tops of her tights. She nodded to show that this time she had understood.

"Okay, this might hurt a little" the intruder said and then he pulled the tape off her mouth. He wasn’t kidding, it HURT!

Remembering the threat, Jane kept her voice down, "You bastard, what’s happening, why are you doing this?"

"Because I can " he replied, "do you know how sexy you look like this? It really turns me on"

He knelt beside her and allowed her to sip from the glass of water he held. Jane sipped and swallowed gratefully. As she did so, the intruder allowed his hand to gently caress her breast.

"Pervert " she said as he brought a fresh tape gag up towards her mouth. "I wish that you could find out what this is like one day". She tried to avoid the tape but too late, the gag was back in place.

Then, she felt strange, or perhaps that should be stranger considering the time she was having at present. She looked up at the intruder for a moment, then, unbelievably SHE was looked DOWN at herself. The panic in her eyes was as real as her body looked up at her in HIS body as the panic had been when she first awoke to find herself tied to the chair.

Chapter Three

"Wow, what the hell just happened!" She said, in a deep male voice. At this point there was a Whooshing sound behind him/her, and he/she turned around to see a doorway, but not a doorway open. Now, as this was her bedroom, and the doorway was in the middle of the room, made out of light, and basically where there shouldn’t be a door, she fainted. As she did so, a strange creature stepped through the light and into Jane’s bedroom. As he did so, the doorway sort of folded up on itself and disappeared. The intruder, now in Jane’s body, securely tied to the chair, still gagged, nearly passed out her/himself and wet her/himself anyway in sheer terror. Janus, for it was he, stepped forward and caught Jane, in the intruder's body, before he/she could fall and carried him/her to the bed where Janus laid him/her gently down.

Turning to the intruder, Janus said "Well, Matt, you are certainly in a pickle now aren't you". All Matt could do once she/he got her/his breathing under control a little was go "Mmmmmmpppphhhhhh!!" and try to rattle the chair.

"Oh go to sleep for a while just whilst I tell Jane here the rules." Saying so, Janus waved his hand at Jane's body and Matt went into a deep sleep. Janus turned to Matt's body and gestured and a small phail of smelling salts appeared in his right hand. Easing Matt's body up with his left, the smelling salts under his/her nose, Jane soon awoke.

"Oh boy, what a dream " Jane started to say, then realised that she was a HE, there was this seriously strange character in her bedroom, and behind THAT, there was HER body tightly tied to her chair. "Oh shit, it's not a dream is it?"

"No Jane, it isn't. I was passing this location in my own dimension when I heard you say your wish, realised what was going on and granted you your wish. I'm also helping you accept that this is happening by the way" (I’ve had enough mortal women freak out to try to avoid any more of that) he thought.

"My wish? Oh yes, that that bastard could get a dose of his own medicine! Oh wow!"

"However there are a couple of points you must bear in mind before you do anything to him. Are you listening to me Jane, these are important?"

"Hmmm, yes. Yes, I’m listening"

"Okay, first, you can do whatever you want to him, in his body, which you are wearing, BUT you will be the one to feel the effects."

"In other words, if I cut his prick off, I’ll be the one to feel the knife?"

"Yes"

"Oh shit. Well, scratch that for an idea for revenge!"

"Right, point two, if you do anything to him in YOUR body, your body will be suffer. By that I mean, if you use his knife on your body, although HE will feel the pain, it will be your body that bleeds. And is the one marked!"

"This day just gets worse and worse" Jane muttered.

"Also, to return to your own body, should you wish to do so, you must do so before midnight tonight otherwise you will both be stuck in one another’s body. Do you understand that?"

"Yes," Jane said hesitantly, "How?"

"Easy, simply speak the wish to be returned to your own body. Then in approximately five seconds, the change will take place. But be warned, you will be placed back in your body, currently tied to a chair, and Matt will return to his, currently free to do as he wishes."

"God, you don’t make this easy do you?" Jane growled, the deep bass voice almost bringing her to tears again.

"Thank you, yes I am a god actually, the God of Mischief. You’ve read history, you know of Janus the Roman God of Doorways. You know I have two faces, one kind and one, well, malevolent is one word that has been used before today. My brother and I quite enjoy the conflicts that this sort of wish event can cause. Enjoy yourself won’t you, but remember, Midnight!" Saying thus, Janus made the sign for the portal to appear and the light flared again and when it faded, and Jane could see again, Janus was gone.

"Oh boy," Jane thought, "what on earth do I do now." If she called the police to report any of this, they would arrest HER, in Matt’s body and fit him/her with his/her own straitjacket and padded cell, leaving Matt, in Jane’s own body to walk around and live her life. If he/she rang the police to report an intruder, again, she would be the one arrested leaving Matt in Jane’s body. If Jane waited until after midnight, having wished herself back into her body in time, she would be tied to the chair and a vengeful Matt would certainly take things out on her!

"I’m getting a headache!" Jane thought. "Let’s see, he’s still asleep in my body so how do I wake him, or her? Oh I see, Janus’ has left the smelling salts. Let me think about this, it’s only, shit, 8’o clock in the evening! I’ve only got four hours to work things out!"

Jane sat down on the edge of the bed and thought about what on earth she could do. She certainly wanted her revenge, but obviously didn’t want to permanently mark her own body. Nor did she feel like mutilating Matt’s, not whilst she was still wearing it. By the time she had thought all the options she had through, it was gone nine o’clock and this body was getting hungry. Also, she wanted to have a look at something before she gave the body back.

"Okay, let’s get started" Jane thought. "Now, where did I leave that vibrator. I won’t mind a little soreness at the end of the day, but she/he is going to suffer for the time we have left." Jane rooted through her underwear drawers pushing frilly bra’s and panties aside and throwing some onto the bed in an effort to find the vibrator and remote control.

"Ah there you are, and fresh batteries too." She inserted the batteries and checking that her body was still unconscious loosened a couple of the ropes and lifted up her skirt, lowered her panties and tights, exposing her crotch. Teasing aside the lips, she gently inserted the vibrator, checking it was switched on, but turned off, pulled the tights and panties back into place, pulling the skirt down as she finished. Once she/he re-tied the ropes, her/his new strength came in handy here, Jane waved the smelling salts under her body’s nose. Matt came awake with a start and tried squirming away but the ropes that he had tied earlier where still too tight to move. Also, he/she had a lot less strength available now.

"Okay you little weasel, listen good, " Jane said in her ear "I’m going to go get some food to eat whilst I decide if I am going to allow you to live past tonight either as yourself or as me. Who knows I might even cut your prick off before I return this body to you. Anyway, you think about what you’ve done or where going to do to me, and worse still, what I AM going to do to you." Saying this, she flicked the switch on the remote control and the vibrator started up, sending wave after wave of sensation that Matt had never felt before through his/her body.

"Mmmmmmpppphhhhhh!!" was the only sound to escape the gag on Jane’s body. Matt squirmed for all he/she was worth but nothing made any difference, nothing he could do allowed any escape for the sensations coursing though Jane’s body. Jane left Matt to it whilst she went to grab a bite to eat.

"There " she thought "that’ll give him something to think about whilst I explore this body and grab a sandwich" Of course there was no way that she would have cut off Matt’s prick, not whilst she was using his body anyway! But Matt didn’t know that so he was going to be worried for the next hour or so. Jane felt quite satisfied at the thought. Of course, what she had forgotten was that while it was it Matt’s MIND, it was HER BODY that the vibrator was working on. And she liked her vibrator did Jane, so her body did too, even though she wasn’t in it. Janus was laughing his faces off by now.

 Chapter Four (Alternative ending.)

Jane went downstairs and made herself a sandwich, every so often altering the speed of the vibrator on her remote control, just to inflict more sensations upon Matt upstairs. She also found Matt’s bag by the front door, with various items of her jewelry in it along with a pair of handcuffs. Then she got the spare clothes line from the kitchen drawer and went upstairs to the bathroom. Once there, she/he dropped his jeans and underpants and she/he sat on the edge of the bath and played for a while with Matt’s prick which was getting harder and harder, not to mention bigger and bigger, all the time. Before Jane realised, she/he was in the middle of a male orgasam and the semen spurted out all over the bathroom floor. She/he nearly fell off the bath in surprise and decided that just perhaps things had gone on long enough. Drying her/his member off, she/he tried to get the boxers and jeans back on but it was still too big and hard.

"How the hell do men manage when this happens" she wondered. Finally, she/he got things back, pretty much the way they seemed to belong. Then she/he had a thought and went back down stairs to find a little parcel string. Finding this she returned to the bathroom, dropped Matts’ pants again and wrapped some string around her/his penis and tied it off, then pulled it as tight as it would go between her/his legs, up her/his backside and looped it around her/his waist, before tying it off good and tight. It was uncomfortable to say the least, but it would give her some more control over Matt once the body swop occurred a little later.

She returned to the bedroom complete with rope and handcuffs to find Matt in her body almost unconscious with the vibrator getting hotter and hotter.

"Ooops" She/he quickly turned the vibrator off and whilst Matt was still out of it, Jane collected a few items for the finale of this evening.

Returning to the bathroom, he/she dropped the pile in the corner, returning to the bedroom to rouse Matt. Gently slapping her/ his face until her/his eyes focused him/her.

"Can you hear me Matt? Yes, good, well, it’s almost time to sort you out now, have you enjoyed yourself this evening? No? Well, guess what, things are almost over now. It’s almost the end for you, just a couple more things to do, then it’ll all be over. But, Matt," and here, her/his voice got very cold and menacing "If you ever speak of this night and what happened, I’ll give the police the video tape. Do you understand? Nod if you do," Matt, in Jane’s body, nodded

"Okay, Now, if I have to give them the tape, can you imagine what the other prisoners will do to you when they find out, hmmm?"

"Mmmmmmpppphhhhhh!!" "Mmmmmmpppphhhhhh!!" "Mmmmmmpppphhhhhh!!"

"There’s a good boy, now just let me do this and I’ll sort things out whilst you’re busy." Saying this, she triggered the vibrator again and Matt lost all interest in what Jane was doing in his body.

Returning to the bathroom, Jane removed all of Matt's clothes, and from the pile of clothes she had just brought through, picked up an old pair of tan tights. Slipping these on, adjusting the gusset, making sure there were no wrinkles out of force of habit, she put an old pair of lacy pink panties. Then slipping her/his arms through the straps of an old bra, clipped it shut, padding the cups out with some more old tights from the waste bin.

Finally she/he pulled her red satin mini-skirt and a black lacy top on over the bra. 'Wow, " she/he thought, how do men cope with all this body hair?'

Sitting carefully on the toilet seat, she/he slipped her four inch-heeled Raid silver sandals and a blonde wig from last Christmas. Checking the time Jane realised that there was not enough time left before Midnight to make Matt up, so she returned to the bedroom as quick as she could for Matt's body was not well balanced on the high heels and the cord wrapped around his penis was not helping Jane at all. Perhaps she had being a little over eager pulling it tight.

First of all she/he used the bedside phone to call 999 and gasp to the operator that there was an intruder in her bedroom who had tried to rape her before slipping and knocking himself out. She had to use a husky voice but managed to fool the operator into thinking that the voice was that of Jane. Gasping out her she finished the call with "I’m tied to a chair upstairs, please hurry, he might wake up any minute"

Putting the phone down she quickly sat on the bed and use the clothes line to tie her feet and legs securely, then grabbing the gaffer tape, torn off a few lengths, overlapping them to form a solid gag which she/he placed along one side of her/his face. Slipping one wrist into the handcuffs she had found, she used the knife to free one of Jane’s hands from the bindings around the chair, putting the knife down within reach of Jane. Then flicking the vibrator’s remote control to off, dropped it and lay down on the floor.

With her one free hand she readied the tape gag and said "I wish for us both to be returned to our own bodies" and quickly pressed the layered tape across her/his mouth, then, both hands behind her/his back, slipped her/his wrist into the empty handcuff, clicking the ratchet down hard to lock the cuffs into place. Now both people where secured and unable to move. Jane in Matt’s body because of the ropes and handcuffs, Matt in Jane’s body because although one hand was free and the knife within reach, the sensations from the vibrator still had her all but paralysed with absolute bliss.

After the five seconds promised by Janus, Jane and Matt both felt strange sensations and Jane, from looking at the floor one second, was now looking down on Matt squirming on the floor. Matt was trying to escape already but Jane had used Matt’s strength against him in tying the ropes. The more Matt struggled to escape the bonds before the police arrived, and they could both hear the sirens in the distance, the more excited he was getting. The more excited he got the tighter the string around his penis got, and the pain grew and grew until Matt passed out in agony. Meanwhile, Jane, now back in her own body, was struggling to free herself from the ropes tying her to the chair. The knife was where she had left it but in her attempts to reach it, she had managed to knock it to the floor and could not bend at all and thus was unable to free herself. Thankfully, minutes later, the police arrived and although they had to break down the door, Jane was quite happy to forgive them. All she wanted was to get to the toilet herself, strip off the soiled underwear and get that damn vibrator out before it or she par-boiled!

The explanation that the police wanted as to how the intruder was now tied up, whilst she herself was tied to a chair, pretty much immobile, was a long time in coming. Jane hadn’t thought that one through. Mind you, she had expected to be free herself by the time the police arrived. In the end, she said that Matt had done it to himself so as to be even more aroused with her tied up just as helpless, but he forgot to bring the handcuff keys with him.

Oh, and if you are wondering, there was no video tape running, Jane made that up to worry Matt and to ensure his silence. Jane was just grateful that she did not have to explain to Matt's fellow prisoner's about the way he was dressed when he was arrested. The last she heard, he was having to be kept in solitary confinement.

The End

I hope you enjoyed this one as much as I did whilst writing it.

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