Swapped

Eric's fingers slide through my hair, sending a shiver through me. He cradles the back of my head gently and whispers against my ear. "Try to relax."

I take a deep breath full of Eric's scent, hold on to it, and slowly let it go. He begins to speak in a low voice, the words he uses part of some archaic language long forgotten by human history. There's a rhythm to the incantation, the weaving spell almost like a song that drifts along his soothing voice. A soft warmth wraps around my entire body, and I feel like I'm beginning to float away from the floor. The darkness behind my eyelids gives way to brilliant light. When it fades, I feel different. Everything feels different.

I open my eyes and see myself in Eric's arms. It's disorienting, like seeing myself in a mirror, only from a completely new perspective. I flex the fingers of Eric's right hand. The feeling of the muscles shifting through his arm surprises me. I notice a small discomfort between Eric's legs, then realize that's my erection poking under his balls. Clearing my throat, I slowly back away.

Eric looks up at me, using my blue eyes to meet his own. A grin curls on his lips and spreads into a wide smile. "See? Nothing to worry about," he says. I wince a bit at the sound of my own voice in someone else's ears.