Ok, I'm not done with this chapter, but as enough people have asked me,
here is the rough for the chapter.  The word "rough" implies this copy is
as tough as sand paper and as palatable as a fully inflated blowfish...
But the plot's in here, so if you want to at least catch a glimpse at my
sick plot, read on...

Chapter 3

    Alielle watched Fatora take a running start and land on the
bed.  "So you want to be on top or bottom?" asked Fatora as she
slowly went up and down on the bed, certain parts of her body
sluggishly following.  Abashed, Alielle tried her best to focus
elsewhere.

    "I don't know Fatora, I think..."  Alielle tried to speak.

    Fatora reached over and grabbed Alielle.  "Well, we'll let
fate decide that."  A mischevious smile surfaced on Fatora's
face.  "Are you tired?"

    Alielle didn't need to respond as it was obvious, as it was
completely obvious.  She was already asleep, her breathing
shallow, her chest slowly rising up and down.  Fatora swore as it
was evident she wasn't going to get some of that special
treatment she liked.

    Thumping back onto the pillow, Fatora sighed as she looked at
Alielle, and satisfied that no one was watching, she gave the
girl a kiss before dozing off.  As soon as Fatora was asleep,
Alielle sat up very slowly, touching her lips.  

    Alielle sighed as she silently tiptoed out of the room.

* * *

    It was a peaceful morning.  The sun shining bright.  The
skies clear, with scarcely a cloud in sight.  It was one of those
mornings that had to make everyone feel happy.  Fatora moaned as
she stared at the sunlight that shone through her window.

    Sitting up and rubbing her eyes, she turned to wake up
Alielle when she realized that Makoto was in bed with her, his
legs spread wide, and no doubt peacefully asleep.

    Of course, the peaceful morning was about to be broken by
Fatora's screams.  "You pervert!  What are you doing in MY bed?"

    Makoto struggled against the choke hold.  "But I love you! 
We always sleep together!"  The real Alielle was amazed at how
much stronger Makoto was, as in moments she managed to push
Fatora back and pin her down.

    That was when the door crashed open, with some motivation
from Fujisawa's fist.  "What the hell is..."  the concerned
Masamichi Fujisawa shouted, only to be silenced by the sight of
Makoto and Fatora in bed jerking around.

    The others arrived soon afterwards only to witness the
specticle.  Immediately a wry smile surfaced on Afura's face as
she watched Makoto.  Shayla and Nanami on the other hand was
beginning to contemplate a double homocide.  Alielle seemed
shocked.

    Before anyone twitched, a tangle of girls converged on the
bed to fight it out.

* * *

    Makoto sniffed as he sat on his bed.  "I don't know why they
have to get so violent."  Alielle was next to him wiping a nasty
bruise on his forehead.

    "Well, Alielle, that's why you should not be playing around
like that.  Do something wrong, and someone can get hurt," said
Alielle as she wiped Makoto's forehead.

    Makoto sighed.  "But I can't help it!  It's so fun when..." 
Then Makoto gave Alielle a hard look.  "Say, Makoto, how come you
don't loosen up a little.  It's sort of scary looking at myself
not fooling around and wasting time in that stuffy library."

    Alielle laughed as she laid back in the bed.  "You're telling
me.  Dr. Stalubaugh was worried the instant I walked into the
library.  What did you do to make a nice old man that nervous?"

    Makoto giggled.  "Well I sort accidentally closed a book once
on his beard, and tugged a bit too hard.  He certainly shouted
loud."  Makoto then seemed thoughtful.  "And there was the time
Fatora was being tutored in the library when I paid her a
surprise visit and accidently started a fire."  

    Alielle groaned.  "Figures."  No sooner had they stopped
talking when the door slammed open, and in marched an anxious
Fatora.

    "Alielle!  Why are you staying here?  You know how boring it
is with my princessly duties.  Come, we're going somewhere.  I
can't stand it anymore in this castle!"  Alielle felt Fatora grab
her and pull/drag her out of the room.

    Alielle noticed a sad look on Makoto's face, which followed
them out the door.

* * *

    No doubt, the real Makoto was discovering how extravagant
Fatora's tastes were. The two of them were alone in the city. 
Well, relatively alone.  A gratuitous amount of escort was
surrounding them, making way for the princess and her "lover."

    Alielle looked around.  "Fatora?  Why do we have all of these
guards?  Isn't it a little bit unnecessary?"

    Fatora grinned.  "Of course it is.  As a princess of
Roshtaria, I need to be protected.  And since that cat isn't
useful at all..."  Fatora took the opportunity to stare at Ura,
who was on Alielle at the moment.  "These guards are essential to
our welfare."

    "Whatever," murmured Alielle as she followed the princess.

    "What a nice looking dress," commented Fatora as she grabbed
it from a shopkeeper.  "I think that this would look good on me,
what do you think?"  Fatora held up the clothing against her
body.

    Alielle cocked her head.  "I don't know."  She seemed to be
blushing.  "But, I think you will definitely look good in that
dress."  Alielle caught herself, saying such things.  "Oh never
mind," she muttered as she turned around to focus elsewhere.

    Fatora smiled as she did seem to really like this submissive
and subdued Alielle.  It sort of made her feel special that
Alielle wasn't out to find other girls.  "Well, come now.  You
have to help me to put this one."

* * *

    Alielle sighed as she watched Fatora try on the dress, of
course she made sure not to focus on various parts of Fatora's
anatomy.  "Fatora, why don't you just buy the dress.  I'm sure
you don't have to worry..."

    Fatora turned around, allowing her front to fall open almost
revealing all to Alielle, who blushed and looked the other way. 
"But we have to make sure whether this dress will look great on
me.  I can't buy anything that's going to just sit in the closet
for nothing."

    Alielle's head slumped low.  "Yes, Fatora."

    Fatora grabbed Alielle as if she was a doll.  "Perhaps you
want to try something, how about this?  I think it fits
perfectly..."  

    Alielle turned around, as if disgusted with the idea.  "Why? 
I don't want to wear a dress."  In a flash, Alielle found her
clothes being hastily removed.  Fatora watched Alielle for a
moment, a peculiar look on her face.

    The princess grinned.  "Ok, then the dress can wait." 
Without warning, she leaped onto the girl, and the two rolled
about on the ground.

    All that Alielle could do was to shout.  "STOP!"

* * *

    Shayla-Shayla and Nanami peered around from a giant stone
column, the object of their attention none other than Makoto. 
Makoto sighed sadly, staring at the fountain in the garden,
petting Ura.

    Nanami looked at Shayla-Shayla.  "He looks so sad.  Why don't
you go and cheer him up?"  The red-haired priestess stumbled and
grabbed the column for balance as Nanami pushed her towards
Makoto.

    Shayla-Shayla growled silently at Nanami.  "Why don't you go
and comfort him!"  She pushed back.

    Nanami was about to scream when they heard another voice. 
"Girls, girls.  Watch a pro."  It was Afura Mann who had spent a
great deal of time watching the two of them try to summon the
courage to comfort Makoto.  It was great entertainment.

    Afura without a break in her walk continued and sat down next
to Makoto.  "Say Makoto, you seem a little down.  What's wrong? 
Shayla-Shayla and Nanami are worried about you."

    Makoto sniffed and wiped his face with Ura.  "I'm surprised,
considering the two of them did hit me."  He grabbed Ura and
cuddled her closely.  "You don't understand.  My heart is
broken."  He then broke into emotions.  "Oh Sister Afura!"  He
hugged her waist tightly, burying his head into her chest.

    Afura sat there unsure what to do.  For one thing, she was
definitely flattered by the sudden outburst of emotion from
Makoto, who had until recently been a most stoic individual.  But
then again, she was aware of the two geographical disturbances
that were rushing her.

    "Afura!" screamed a furious Shayla.

    "Makoto, how could you!" shouted an equally furious Nanami.
 
    Afura stood up leaving Makoto on the bench.  "Well girls see
you later."  And without warning, she ran for the nearest
shelter.

* * *

    Makoto lay on his bed, restless as ever staring at the
ceiling.  Dinner had been as uneventful as ever.  He had learned
the hard way.  To survive as Makoto, it meant exerting a great
deal of self-control.  The real Alielle before had thought highly
of Makoto, how he had craftily managed to string along two women
who loved him.  Now she realized it wasn't a design of need, but
of necessity.

    She watched the real Makoto struggling to apply his stoic
mentality to her life with minimal success.  He didn't interact
well with Fatora but the princess was amazingly tolerant if not
more interested in him.  It sort of made her feel somewhat
unneeded.

    The door opened silently, jarring her from her thoughts.  It
was Alielle, who silently tiptoed to the bed and crawled in.  She
shifted around a little before realizing that someone had already
occupied the bed.  "Alielle!," the real Makoto hissed.  "What are
you doing in my bed?"

    Makoto seemed depressed.  "What do you think?  This is the
only place I can safely sleep.  You on the other hand have the
benefit of going anywhere."  Alielle rolled over to look at his
back.  She could tell that he was crying.

    "Alielle, please don't cry.  I'm sure we'll work this out and
get our bodies back."  the real Makoto said, trying to get
Alielle to stop crying.

    "How can you be so positive!" sobbed Alielle as she grabbed
Makoto and used him to wipe her tears off.

* * *

    The next morning, Fatora stood at the doorway, staring at
Makoto and Alielle, both of them in the same bed.  She clenched
her fist and tried her best to be calm.  She didn't mind the fact
that Alielle had the gall to go around glomping onto other women,
but men?  Fatora had this really strong belief that men would
never measure up to a woman.

    "Makoto, you'd better have something to say about this,"
Fatora growled as she slowly walked towards the two who woke up
from the sudden sound.

    Alielle jumped out of bed.  "Fatora, I can explain.  Just
stand still a bit and listen..."

    Fatora wasn't to listen, she didn't want to listen to reason. 
All she wanted to do was to follow her instincts, which dictated
the death of Makoto.  Alielle latched onto Fatora from behind,
slowing her down.

    "Fatora!  Listen!  I'm Makoto!  She's Alielle!  We've
switched bodies!"  Fatora took a final step.  Whirling around,
she looked at the real Makoto strangely.

    "You're not lying to save him, her, whatever?" Fatora pointed
over her shoulder at the real Alielle.  Makoto shook his head.

    "I'm telling you the truth."

    Fatora's face wasn't quite filled with joy as she stared at
Makoto.  "You mean to tell me that you've been PRETENDING to be
Alielle all this time!"  Fatora thought about all the slip ups. 
The false Alielle very cautious, very embarrassed.  It was
infuriating that she didn't notice anything.

    Makoto looked at the ground.  "I'm so sorry."

    Fatora felt an familiar yet unfamiliar hand on her shoulder. 
"He really means it, Fatora."  Fatora looked behind her, and
shuddered at the thought that she was truly staring at Alielle,
despite the change of body.

    Fatora looked at the real Makoto and had to admit, he hadn't
done anything nasty.  But still, that was not an excuse as he
still was a guy, always to be lesser than her.

    Without a sound, Fatora turned around walked over to the
door, and jerked it open.  In poured Fujisawa, Miz, Shayla, and
Afura who were obviously leaning against the door, trying to
listen to what was happening.

    Shayla and Nanami were staring at Alielle.  "Alielle!  You
better have a good excuse for kissing me!" shouted Shayla-Shayla,
who was scared that she was easily fooled.

    Nanami likewise was beginning to see the deception that was
at hand, all of the broken pieces fitting together nicely in that
instant.  She grabbed Makoto and lifted him up easily because of
his smaller body.  "Ok Makoto, you better tell me why you didn't
tell me."

    Fatora grabbed Makoto.  "You better tell me as well!"

    Fujisawa grumbled as he was still somewhat tired.  "Will you
all stop getting ready to fight!  I haven't had a decent sleep
for three days, and I don't think having to listen to a fight now
is good."  Shuffling his feet, he spoke.  "I'm sure Makoto has a
reason for this."

    Alielle, who was still on bed leaned over to get a view at
Fujisawa.  "Mr. Teacher, why haven't you been getting decent
sleep?"  

    "Ah, well...  Let's forget about that," he muttered as he
shot a glance at Miz, who smiled.  "That's besides the point! 
Makoto, what's your reason?"

    Makoto shifted uneasily in Nanami's grasp.  "Well, it was an
accident.  Alielle and I were in the royal museum when we found a
pair of rings.  We each wore one and this happened."

    Miz's eyes opened widely.  "I remember reading something
about rings like that in my youth.  Were they made out of diamond
with many faces, yet as smooth as jade?"  Makoto nodded
vigorously.

    Miz slumped into Fujisawa, and she looked at Makoto then at
Alielle, who had since gotten out of bed, and latched onto
Fatora.  "There is a cure, but I fear it is impossible."

    Shayla and Nanami stared at Miz, their faces betraying their
desire.  "What?  What is the cure?"

    Miz sighed.  "Makoto and Alielle have to fall in love, and
they are to declare the love to each other.  If they are truly 
in love, then the curse will negate itself.  Those rings were
contructed for the sole purpose of forcing a Princess of
Roshtaria to marry a Prince some 300 years ago."

    No one liked what Miz Mistal had to say, and the room erupted
into shouting.