Two roommates find a set of magic rings that allows one to transform and alter the mind of the other, forcing them into some sexy fun in Ring of Power 1, available only on Body Swap Stories and (soon) Smashwords.
Sean and Charlie are friends and roommates. While out drinking one night, they find a pair of strange gold rings and embark on a magical journey of transformation and mind alteration.
Sean soon discovers that his ring can control Charlie, changing his mind and his body. All Sean has to do is give the command and Charlie’s ring will cause him to morph, turning into an obedient copy of any person in the world.
At first they work together, Sean bestowing on Charlie the gift of being able to talk any woman into anything. But when Sean gets jealous and accidentally turns Charlie into a woman, things begin to get truly spicy between the two friends. Now that Sean’s had a taste of the sexy situations he can create, he’s hungry for more.
And Charlie is forced to come along on the ride.
“Stacy sucked, man, you’re better off without her,” Sean said, setting another two glasses of beer down on the scarred wooden table and taking a seat.
Charlie raised his head from his hands and grabbed a beer, sloshing some on to the table as he took a gulp. “I loved her. We were gonna have kids and everything.”
“Shit, that’s the beer talking. I’m gonna be honest, you and Stacy were the worst couple I’ve ever seen.” Sean said, before taking a long drink.
“F’real?” Charlie asked as his head wobbled to the side and he eyed his friend as the room spun around him.
“Yeah,” Sean said, scratching his stubbled cheek. “She was constantly nagging you about the pettiest bullshit.”
The empty bottles on the table clinked as Sean set his glass down. They were each six beers in. Deep enough that Sean’s unfiltered side was out while Charlie continued to oscillate from aggrieved to depressed over his recent breakup.
They were sitting in the back of their usual haunt, a little dive bar a few blocks from their apartment. Some of the regulars shuffled around the uneven pool table nearby. Howls of laughter occasionally rang out. The place was dark and dirty and dumpy, but the beer was cheap.
“She was a little naggy, huh?” Charlie said, pondering Sean’s words as he drew shapes with his finger through the spilled beer on the table. “Always tellin’ me to stop burping and say ‘sorry’ for things she think I done.”
“That’s what I’m saying, dude,” Sean agreed with him loudly, before sitting back and belching. “You know she thought I was a dick?”
“You are a dick.”
“Yeah, but it’s rude to say that to someone’s face,” Sean said, emphasizing this with another slug from his beer.
Charlie stared miserably into his beer. He had a face that was just odd enough to be memorable. Eyes a little too wide apart. A lump of a nose. Rosy cheeks. He carried his weight in his face. And his belly and butt.
“We were together for so long,” Charlie said, sinking back into sorrow. “Two years and three months.”
“The best thing you can do is get back out there and find someone new. Just a quick bang is all you need to get your mind off Stacy.”
It was easy for Sean to say. Even though he wasn’t very attractive, women seemed to like his macho bravado. Certain kinds of women, anyway. Prematurely balding, Sean had shaved off the rest of his hair and grown a goatee as compensation. In his typical all black sweaters he looked like a cheap magician. Long and spidery.
Sean continued, looking around the bar: “You just need the right woman. Someone with low enough self-esteem, or just horny enough to have sex with you.”
“Wow, thanks.”
“I’m just kidding, dude,” Sean said, not at all sounding like he was kidding. “Hey, what about Meg?”
Charlie turned around and waited for the bar to stop spinning. Meg was one of the regulars. A fat redhead whose cackle could be heard clear across the bar.
“What?” Charlie said. “Fuck off.”
“Come on. She’ll at least pity fuck you.”
“I don’t want pity. I want Stacy,” Charlie said, wobbling his head back around to face Sean.
“Oh my god. You sound pathetic. Look, man, sorry, but we’ve been doing this for three hours. Can we talk about something else?”
“Sure. Sure.” Charlie took another gulp of beer. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Did I tell you I won three hundred bucks yesterday betting on how many times the Lions’ quarterback would get sacked?”
“Stacy’s favorite animal was the lion,” Charlie said into his beer.
Sean threw up his hands. “All right, that’s it. I’m going home to light up a bowl. You coming?”
“Sure.”
They both downed their beer and shuffled drunkenly out of the bar. The cool night air helped sober Charlie up as the two of them headed home. Even at midnight there was still a line to get into Club Phantom at the end of their block. Groups of well-dressed frat boys waited in line while every now and then a group of hot, skinny women went right up to the bouncer, who let them in. Charlie stared at one of the women, a hot blonde who reminded him of Stacy because she looked nothing like Stacy.
“Quit staring,” Sean said, tugging him along.
They cut through the small park, following an uneven brick path. Faint light came from the streetlights around the perimeter, but in the middle of the park, where bushes rose up around the path, it was almost black. Charlie stumbled on a brick and went sprawling onto the ground with an ‘oomf’. The wind was knocked out of him but he was drunk enough that he’d just gone limp instead of breaking an arm trying to stop himself.
He lay on the bricks for a second, miserable but feeling like he deserved the dull pain throbbing through him. There was something visible on the ground in front of him. Even though it was pitch black there was a glow. Charlie blinked and focused his eyes.
Two rings lay on the ground just beneath the bushes. They seemed to give off a golden shine, even though there didn’t seem to be any light source. Charlie reached for them, grabbing them along with a clump of dirt and then Sean pulled him to his feet.
“Come on, dude, you okay?” Sean asked.
“Yeah,” Charlie said.
He looked down at the rings in his hand. They were warm and still seemed to glow softly. He slipped them into his pocket and followed Sean back out of the park to their apartment.
They stumbled up the stairs, Sean stomping loudly until Charlie shushed him. “Don’t want to wake up the Shrew.”
The Shrew was Amy Shrewsberry. A single mother who lived in the apartment below them and was continually complaining to the landlord about the noise they made. Sean contended that she was such a bitch because her life was such a mess, though he didn’t really know anything about her except that she was a complainer and had some big, buoyant tits that strained against her swimsuit on the few occasions she went into the apartment complex’s pool.
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