Alan screwed up the note and hurled it into the bathroom waste bin in disgust. How could she he thought. She can't steal my life and my Nancy, can she? Alan had been Donna and led her life so that they could change back unharmed but things were different now. Alan looked back at the last few days differently now. He recalled that wedding night and the following day, how he had let Harvey do whatever he wanted and had even tried to enjoy it. Alan did enjoy a lot of it he had to admit, his body sure tingled on more than one occasion. Then there was the long plane flight to France where Harvey had tried unsuccessfully to join the mile high club with his blushing bride. The jet lag was followed by more bedroom activity. Alan did not enjoy wearing Donna's shoes either. All around Paris those first couple of days sightseeing he had suffered temendously sore feet. Even now all he had to wear around their apartment were these low sandals, low for Donna anyway. He hadn't got accustomed to sitting down everytime he he went to the bathroom. Being treated as an appendage to Harvey by everyone was also demeaning. Alan noticed that all his underwear was high class lingerie courtsey of his bridesmaids, the effect this clothing had on Harvey was obvious. If he had to put his hand on that thing one more time Alan was going to scream. Still that was better than what he did this morning to it! Never in a million years did Alan ever think he'd put his mouth around... ugh! Alan shivered in revulsion at the memory. The weird thing though was it seemed to occur so naturally. Alan began to feel sick and promptly threw up in the bathroom sink.

As he cleaned himself up Alan could not believe the contrasts going on in his life and how many wierd things had happened to him in such a short space of time. Donna didn't want to swap back, even if they did find a reversal spell Alan was sure Donna would have to be the one to invoke it. How was he going to be Donna forever? Alan began to look forward instead of back. There was the obvious one of having babies! He winced at the thought. Alan faced a lifetime of periods, kids, housework, Harvey, sex as a woman, raising children, dresses, Harvey, watching his sister marry Nancy, childbirth... the list was endless.

As Alan pondered all this Harvey returned from an early morning jog around town. Harvey saw his new wife standing staring out the window in the morning light. Her fantastic figure was acentuated in the crisp white satin gown she had put on this morning. He felt hot, he felt sweaty, he felt invigorated, his blood was pumping from his run and the sight of his wife was too much. He crept up behind her and scooped her up in his arms. He carried Donna to their large honeymoon suite bed and layed her out on it and stripped off his sweat stained t-shirt and kicked off his joggers and socks. Donna looked up at him and the look on her face said take me! He struggled out of his running shorts and jocks, he stood naked and aroused. Donna his wife raised her hand slowly up and took hold of his manhood. Her eyes closed over in lust as she stroked it lovingly.

Alan inwardly squirmed as he once again found himself in the role of honeymoon bride. As he watched Harvey disrobe Alan tried to feign enthusiasm for the task ahead. With reluctance he did what was now becoming the familar when he took his husbands manhood in his small feminine hands. Alan closed his eyes to avoid seeing what he was doing, he found it easier not to look!

Twenty minutes later Harvey's grunts of satisfaction were matched by Alan's moans of orgasm. Alan wondered how he was able to do it and how long could he keep up this charade?