CONTRACTED CHANGE-2

 CHAPTER TWO - THE DEAL

"Let me ask you a question Ralph - what brings you into this club?"

Davis asked.

Ralph hoped the look of surprised didn't register on his face. How

did Davis know he'd just been thinking about that? But to prevent a

long pause, he simply said "I love looking at big tits, what do you

think brought me here?"

"What I think," Davis said. "Is that you are a sexually frustrated

man. And what brought you here was excitement. Something a bit

dangerous. A bit new. Something erotic. Being around these girls,

in this club. I bet it excites you so much thinking about things like

that, yes?"

Ralph had to admit it, Davis may have been onto something. He just

nodded.

"What would you say if I could offer you that... and more," said

Davis.

"Oh, so here's the pitch, eh?" laughed Ralph. But his laugh was muted

somewhat. He did want to hear what this man had to say.

"Look at Amber over there. Lovely, isn't she?" said Davis, stroking

her hair and then massaging her right breast with his hand, rolling

her nipple between his fingers while she let out a soft moan.

"Don't you think her life must be so erotic and exciting?" said Davis.

Ralph turned to look at Amber again, he watched her huge tits wobble

with each inhale and exhale, he saw the men in the club staring at

her. His heart was racing.

As he was about to say something, he was startled by a man screaming

Amber's name. She quickly got up and bounced to the man, who looked

to Ralph to be some sort of club manager. They had a discussion that

seemed somewhat animated.

"Ralph," said Davis, regaining Ralph's attention. "How would you like

to live Amber's life... for a time. How would you like to know what

it like to BE Amber?"

Ralph looked at Davis with a look of anger and surprise. "What? Why

would I... what the hell are you talking about?"

Davis leaned in, whispering for the first time. "I know other things about you, Ralph. I know you've dreamt it before. Wondering what it would be like to be a woman.  All those times you tried to have sex

with your wife, and she rejected you. You thought... now if I was the woman, we'd be having sex all the time. You fantasized about it, didn't you. Haven't you?" >Davis leaned back, and smiled.

Ralph was blushing. He tried to rouse up anger, but it wasn't there. It wasn't like some huge fantasy of his, but yes he had thought that if he were the wife and Laura the husband... their sex life might be

better.

"Well, just because I maybe have thought that...doesn't mean I'd want to be... that," he said, acknowledging Amber as she sat back down.

"Plus, what difference does it make? What are we even talking about?"

Davis smiled. "I'm not talking about some fantasy, Ralph. Nor am I talking about having you undergo some surgical procedure. I know that

wouldn't interest you. But what I'm asking is... would you be curious to live as Amber... for a time. If you had the chance to?"

Ralph tried to think of the "right" answer. With Amber there now, the

question was a bit more uncomfortable. "Well, what person wouldn't want to experience something from another side, for a week. Just to see what it was like. It's just showing a sense of adventure. It

doesn't mean that .... You know."                  

Davis and Amber both laughed. "Oh honey, we know you're straight if

that's what you mean," laughed Amber. She moved her chair closer to

him, and gently rubbed her boobs against his chest, her hand rubbing against his crotch, as his erection quickly was pushing against her touch.

"See?" she laughed.

"So, what do you think?" Davis asked.

"About what?" asked Ralph. "Who are you and what are saying?"

"What I am saying," he said, "Is that I can allow you to live as Amber for a time, if you wish it."

"Well even if I did," said Ralph, "And even if it were possible… even then, I can't just disappear for a week. I have responsibilities."

"Oh, and you'll continue to fulfill them. Or, should I say that Amber will," said Davis as  Amber bounced on her seat with joy at    these words.

"You guys have both been eating the giggle fruit from the ha ha tree,

haven't you" said Ralph. "Because I know I'm not important enough to be on Punk'd. I think you've wasted enough of my time. I'm going to home."

Ralph got up to leave, and this time, Davis didn't try to grab him.

He just said, matter of factly, "I can prove it to you, if you sit back down."

Ralph could not resist this, and sat. "Prove it to me how," he said.

"Pick someone in this place, Ralph, anyone you'd like. Point him or

her out to me," said Davis.

Ralph scanned the room, and settled on a man sitting in the back corner. He'd seen him here before. This man must have weighed 400 pounds."

"Him. Chubbs over there," said Ralph.

Davis nodded and stared at the man, his index fingers pushed together and below his chin as he did so. 

"Done" said Davis, simply.

"Done... what?" said Ralph.

"See that young waitress over there, the one who served us our drinks?

Watch her and your chubby friend for a moment. Beginning now."

Ralph watched as the waitress suddenly put her tray down and walked

right over to the table of the fat man, and sat down beside him. She stared off into space. The fat man, on the other hand, seemed quite excited by his guest, and turned to speak with her... when suddenly...he stopped. Ralph could see him shrinking... his body becoming

smaller and smaller, even as the waitresses grew larger and larger.

The rest of the patrons were not watching, but Ralph stared in amazement as the shimmering ended... and where once sat a fat man, now

sat a man of maybe 175 pounds. And where the waitress once sat, sat a

woman of nearly 300 pounds. Neither said a word, nor seemed to notice

a change.

"What the hell?" said Ralph.

But Davis was not responding, instead he continued to stare at the

couple, as they again began to shimmer, and their flesh returned to

normal. When this was done the waitress stood up and returned to her

duties, while the fat man again leered at the stage.

"How..."

"How is unimportant, Ralph," said Davis. But you have seen a small glimpse of what I can do. So I ask you now, do you wish to live as Amber for a time, while she lives as you? If not... I will make you forget this offer was ever mentioned, and you may return home."

Davis reached into his pocket, and placed a red pill and a blue pill on the table.

"Ralph pointed to them and a quizzical look in his eyes. "Those

aren't..."

"The red one is ibuprofen, the blue one for my allergies," interrupted

Davis. "The pollen count is quite high this week," 

Ralph looked at them both. He hated himself for being suckered into

this, but he had to admit, it did feel real for some reason. And even

on the odd chance that it was real... how could he not be curious?

How could he not take an adventure, in a life that has been so devoid

of any.

"Yes," said Ralph. "I don't still know what I believe... but if you asking if I would do this if it were possible, my answer is yes."

Amber squealed with delight, her boobs knocking both beers off the

table and sending them crashing to the ground, while Davis simply

reached into his suitcoat and pulled out a contract.

"Let's begin," Davis said. "Shall we?"