Morina & the Switching Spell Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Morina & the Switching Spell Ch. 05

... wine!"

I put on Amanda's clothes, and she put on mine. We then spent a few minutes straightening up and "fumidifying" the room to remove any lingering smells of sex.

Amanda opened a bottle of Pinot Noir and poured a generous amount into each glass.

"Here's to Morina Spellman, the greatest spell-caster in the world!" she said.

"I don't think you need that wine. You sound like you're drunk already," I noted.

"I'm high on life right now. We solved a problem that has eluded witches for centuries and I've got a wicked pair of tits," she said, taking a big gulp of wine.

I took a gulp as well.

"Let's drink to the spell," I suggested.

"Here's to the Double Transmogrification Spell," she said, raising her glass.

"Technically, neither of us transmogrified. We really just switched bodies," I noted.

"Let's just call it the Switching Spell," Amanda suggested.

"Fine. Here's to the Switching Spell," I said, clinking my glass against hers.

We both finished the wine in our glasses.

As Amanda was refilling our glasses, I asked her, "What do you want to do when Agatha gets here?"

"Well, if we really want to trick her, the first thing you have to do is to call her Aggie, not Agatha," Amanda said, bringing her glass back up to her lips.

"Oh, right. Then you have to remember to call her Agatha," I replied, taking another sip of wine.

"Then you have to kissh her when she walks in," Amanda instructed, slurring slightly.

"I do? Are you sure?" I ...

... asked.

"Absholutely," Amanda said, smiling. She took another large gulp of wine.

"Do I use my tongue and if so, how much?" I asked, taking another sip of wine.

"No tongue, jusht a peck on the lipsh. Then ask her what she brought for dinner," Amanda said, slurring more and downing the rest of the wine in the glass.

My glass was a little more than half-full.

"Okay, I can do that," I said, "But Amanda, you still sound British. If you're going to be me, you need to have an American accent," I noted.

"Shhit! You're right," she said.

"And don't swear so much," I reminded her.

"Oh shhit, you're right. Shorry, forget I said shhit. But you still talk with an American acshent, you need to shound more British," she rejoined.

Amanda put the wineglass up to her lips, only to discover it was empty.

"Wow, thish wine is shtronger than I remembered. I've got quite a buzsh already," she said.

I took another sip of wine.

"I don't have a buzz at all. I usually get a little tipsy by now... maybe because we've switch bodies, you're getting drunker quicker," I suggested.

"Fuck. I shink you're right. I wahsh going to have another glassh, but maybe I shhould hold offsh," she said.

"Maybe we ought to switch back. At least that way, you could enjoy another glass," I said.

"Nooo. Nooo. We need to f-fool Aggie firsht," Amanda said.

"You mean Agatha," I corrected.

"That'sh what I shed," she replied.

"No, you said 'Aggie'. Now that you're me, you have to ...