I want to look like me again! This is just too weird!" At the other end of the line, the body of Archie looks down at himself and talks into the recei...er... "I already figured out that you had something to do with it Archie, especially when I looked in the mirror and saw your face looking back. What are you going to do to fix this? I don't want to be you, err... forever" Archie in the body of Betty, holds the phone while unbuttoning his shirt with his other hand, "Don't worry, Betty, I'm sure I. Say goodbye, knowing that this is the end, and you can never do a thing Thinking hard, to see some sort of chance, to keep the romance alive and not death Trying hard to pretend you can mend, the love that you never longed too end And the diction’s you could of made, or the place that seems so far away Distant nights, long lonely and cold, are they ever to end Your troubled mind, just can not let go, there’s only despair you can lend Fearing the final end, never to restore, that love in your. I wait at your pleasure."Open wide little slut and serve your mistress" You whisper. I comply, as I must. You slowly force your way into my mouth and over my waiting tongue. You pause to allow me to become used to the sensation and then slowly push towards my throat. You sense a contraction in my throat and pull back just enough. Then, when it has passed continue inwards. After a couple of these attempts, you achieve your first aim, to have all of it in my mouth and throat. Looking up I see you. The maid was mortified! “Oh, Madam!” she blurted, “I... I'm so sorry! I.. he...!” stammering and stumbling over the words, looking first at Reverend Wallace then at me, her eyes pleading as if fearful of the consequences. She stood as though rooted whilst Marjory dabbed at her blouse and skirt with the napkin from in front of her. Another maid took the gravy from her whilst a third help repair the damage with a damp cloth. “Bethany!” Aunt Helen spoke at last and with some severity. “Go to.