Amy and Bonnie, Part 3

Amy and Bonnie
Chapter 3 Awakening


When Amy awoke, the first thing she noticed was her vision was not quite
right. Then she noticed the hideous taste in her mouth. She took a breath,
ready to say something, anything, when she realized she couldn't seem to get a
breath! She attempted another deep breath. Her chest felt so heavy and so
full. She ached all over. Her elbows, knees, and fingers were aching
especially bad. She could feel herself wheeze deep in her chest every time she
tried to breathe. 


The first thing she saw after sitting up was herself! She thought at first it
was a mirror. But her mirror-self was smirking, and holding an unlit cigarette
in it's hand!

She nearly fainted when her "reflection" spoke to her!

"Well dear, it went well. I feel soooo alive and wonderful!" the "reflection"
said, and then giggled. She then placed the long cigarette between her lips
and lit up. The cigarette looked incredibly long in her small hand. 

She took the first drag, and inhaled deep - then nearly doubled over coughing
and wretching. She sat down quickly, obviously quite dizzy and feeling the
effects of the thick tar and toxins on her body.

"Whew! I forgot, you have never smoked! Well, this will take some getting used
to! I'd better take it easy on these till I get this body used to smoking.
That felt like my lungs were on fire!"

Amy decided that this was a very bizarre dream, and that she would wake up
soon. It felt so real though! The aches and pains were horrible, and yet
another problem was soon plaguing her. She felt very jittery and upset, nearly
in a panic, but she was not sure why. The smoke from her mirror-image drifted
into her face, and she felt a tickle in her chest as well. This triggered a
cough. Not the small, throat- clearing cough of a 14-year-old, but a nasty
hacking wheeze that hurt! Amy tasted the most hideous horrible taste in her
mouth as the cough subsided.

The other Amy walked back over to her and looked down, her hand with a
cigarette cocked up near her face, smoke billowing from her mouth.  "Oh yes, I
know what's wrong with you!" she giggled. "You, or should I say, your new
body, needs this!", and she held the cigarette to Amy's lips.

Amy turned her head away from it. The other girl pulled her back. "Come on
dear, suck on it and inhale, and you will see what your body is wanting real
quick!"

Amy sucked lightly on the cigarette. "Wow, it kinda tastes good" she thought.
She then did as instructed and took a deep breath. Within seconds some of the
panic started to recede and she felt a little better. She sucked harder on the
cigarette.

"That's right honey. Just keep doing that, your body needs it bad, I expect.
When you finish this one we'll have another. I need to get these little lungs
of yours broken in. This body may not be addicted but I sure am, and it will
be!" she laughed.

Amy sat up further and blew a stream of smoke across the room. It felt so...
so right to smoke! What could be going on?

"I see you are still confused. I'll explain it to you dear. Here, have another
cigarette, you'll need it for this."

Amy took the proferred cigarette, and accepted a light. Her body seemed to
know what to do, almost automatically. She felt the hot thick smoke enter her
lungs and noticed how "full" her lungs felt with smoke in them. Almost
natural. She watched as Bonnie sat down across from her and lit one herself,
coughing a bit on the smoke.

"You see, I am a witch. I was born a long time ago, several generations
actually. Over the years I acquired a lot of "magical" items. Most were
worthless junk, but occasionally I would find a real functioning item. After
years of learning the craft, and collecting such things, I came across these
amulets, and this book that contains the spell to activate them. The amulets
allow their owner to swap bodies with someone else. That someone was almost
always younger and in the best of health, according to the book. And it only
seems to work for females. 

I've done this three times now. The last time was almost 40 years ago. I was
getting a little desperate this time, looking for the perfect match. And you,
young lady, were just what I needed. You're a little bit younger than I would
have liked, but it couldn't be helped.

40 years of smoking had nearly finished my old body, and I didn't want to wait
any longer. You might notice that it's a bit hard to breathe. That's the
emphysema, which will only get worse, I am afraid. I love smoking more than
just about anything, and I never gave my body a break from it. 

Quitting probably wouldn't help you, the damage is done; besides, you are way
too addicted for that. I'd say you might have 5 years of smoking pleasure
ahead of you, at best. It won't be so bad, dear. You'll slowly get more and
more unable to breathe, and you'll become a vegetable as your brain suffocates
from lack of oxygen. I'll see that you're taken care of, it's the least I can
do after you donated this wonderful young body! And when you do pass on, I'll
be so thrilled to learn you left me your considerable fortune!"

"You.. you can't get away with this! My friends will notice that you are not
me! My mom WILL notice! I... I'll go to the police!"

Bonnie laughed long and hard. "Oh sure! 'Officer, my aunt stole my body and
put me in hers!' You would be in the loony bin being treated for Alzheimer's
or something within minutes. And don't think I can't be you, I've got quite a
few years of practice in being a lot of people."

Amy began to weep. "Why ME?! It's not fair. You're stealing my life..." she
trailed off into a sob, as she watched Bonnie in her young fresh body fire up
a fresh cigarette.

"I picked you for a lot of reasons, most do not concern you at this time. Now,
I expect you to cooperate and not give me any trouble when we get home,
understood? Hmm? Oh well, you will find out for yourself!" 


Later, Bonnie sat in her bedroom, looking at herself in the mirror. She was
entranced with the youthful, vigorous girl looking back at her. She pulled a
fresh Max out and lit up, dragging hard and forcing the smoke deep into the
still-pink and healthy lung tissue. "God, what a rush that is! I had forgotten
how much fun it is to start!" she thought, while successfully repressing a
cough. She watched her image in the mirror tilt it's pretty head and blow a
thick stream of smoke up into the air, and smiled.


Amy sat in the guest room, staring at the cigarette case Bonnie had left with
her. The body she was in was screaming for a cigarette, and Amy did not want
to give in. She got up and went into the small bathroom that opened off the
guest room, and looked in the mirror. "It all seems like a terrible
nightmare!" she thought. "Oh I hope Momma can make that old witch switch us
back!" The cravings hit harder, and she rushed back to the bedroom and pulled
out a cigarette, looking at it with revulsion, but wanting it so bad. She lit
it, and took deep drags, already feeling better.


Two weeks later found Amy repeating the same pattern she feared she would be
living out for the rest of her short and miserable life. Waking up coughing
and wheezing, desperately grabbing "her" cigarettes and lighting up one of the
long evil things. Dragging hard to try to calm the intense cravings, and
coughing till her chest hurt. Her pleas for a lighter cigarette were ignored.
She knew some of the girls at school smoked Marlboro Lights, and she begged
Bonnie to get her some.

"Bonnie Carson has smoked Max 120's for two decades dear. Your body needs that
extra nicotine. You would smoke 5 or 6 packs of "lights" a day just to keep
yourself sane. No, you will stick with those. Now, Amy, on the other hand, as
a new smoker, will probably smoke Virginia Slims or maybe Marlboro 100's.
Those 120's do attract attention, something I would prefer to avoid for now."
She held up her ever-present 120 and took a long puff, inhaling deeply and
obviously relishing it.

Amy's day would be spent watching TV or reading, lighting up at least every
half hour. Dreading to do it, but craving it like nothing she'd ever
experienced in her life. As Amy got used to being a slave to nicotine, Bonnie
got Amy's old body completely hooked, gradually building up to around two
packs each day of the 120's. The coughing had eased off, and she was really
enjoying smoking, and the bonus of being able to breathe again!

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