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She held her hand upside down, letting her palm fill with a ball of lavender light. The room was small but cozy. There was a bed and facilities, a stack of books on the nightstand, magazines, and a stereo. Reassured that the room was free of anything that could be used to make an escape, Regina walked back to the door and sealed it with her magic. The latch wouldn't budge until she herself decided it would. That settled she walked to the bed and sat on the edge, one foot tucked in with the other extended. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, finding her center, focusing on what made her Regina Mills. The spark in the center of her. She found it easily, and wrapped her will around it.
Once she had it firmly in hand, she extended her awareness out. She saw the other people in town, those she had marked in the past, glowing with light of varying brilliance depending on how long ago she had added them to her map. The map of the town spun below her until she arrived at Mary Margaret's loft, and she descended to the newest and brightest spark. She closed her will around it, plucked it out, and swapped it for hers.
She opened her eyes with a startled gasp, as if someone had been holding her underwater and she suddenly realized she could breathe again. Her chest felt tight, her skin peculiar and dry, and blonde hair fell into her eyes when she rolled to the side of the bed and dropped onto the floor. She stayed on her knees for a moment, eyes wide and searching, and then she held her hands up in front of her face.
Everything was blurry. At first she thought it was a byproduct of the spell, but then she thought there may have been a vision issue. She fumbled on the nightstand until she found a pair of black-framed glasses. She opened the stems, slid them on, and blinked as the world swam into focus. After a moment she raised her hands again to look at them with her newly-sharp sight. But they were not her hands. Too pale, too unfamiliar. Blunt-nailed, they were the hands of someone who had seen hard work in her life.
Looking down at herself, she saw a generic cotton top and tight boyshorts, two articles of clothing she would never be caught wearing, even as pajamas. She slowly stood up and held her arms out to either side, gazing at the body she recognized from a new perspective. Taller, but not by much, so she didn't experience any odd vertigo as she walked into the bathroom. The only odd thing was that she felt as if she was wearing heels when she knew her feet were bare.
Regina turned on the bathroom light and inhaled sharply when she saw Emma Swan staring out at her from the mirror. She reached up and touched her face, feeling the fingertips against her cheek as she dragged them down to the corner of her mouth. Even without makeup and her hair wild from sleep, Emma was gorgeous in a simple, unadorned way. Regina narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips, watching as the rumpled Swan mimicked the move. She smiled, showing her teeth, and leaned back.
Rolling her shoulders, she watched as the cotton shirt stretched tight across Emma's breasts. Regina tilted her head to the side and turned to one side to admire the profile. She put her hands in her hair, holding it up so she could follow the spine from the back of her neck, past the small of her back, down to the rise of her ass.
"It is a great ass," she murmured, startled by hearing Emma's voice echoing off the tile of the bathroom. "Do you like it, Regina? Do you like my ass?" She bit her bottom lip, still watching herself in the mirror and imagining it was Emma. "Please, Madame Mayor," she mewled. "Please smack my ass."
She brought her hand down and gave her rear end a sharp swat. She hadn't expected the thrill of that; to see Emma getting spanked, to feel the sting on her hand but also to feel the swat. She did it again and rolled her eyes back, chuckling low in her throat. "Do you like that, Miss Swan?" she asked, because her internal voice was still her own.
"Yes, Regina. Please do it again." She glanced her hand off her cheek again. "Ah! Yes, Regina. Spank me. Please, Regina!" She arched her back and continued spanking herself, leaning forward until she was fully bent over, forcing her eyes to stay open as she continued to bring her hand down on her red cheeks. She gasped with each blow because it hurt, oh, how it hurt, but the tremors of pleasure that washed through her was--
"Emma?!"
She straightened and spun on the balls of her feet, facing the door on her tiptoes. "Mary Margaret?" she said, trying to keep her voice as calm as possible.
"What... uh... is everything okay?"
"Yes. Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?"
Silence from the other side of the door. "Uh... n-no reason. Just. Um. I wanted to make sure everything was okay."
Regina swatted Emma's ass again, loud enough that Mary Margaret had to hear. "Everything's fine, Mary Margaret. Doesn't it sound fine?" She swatted herself again.
"Yes, uh, yeah, it... um..." Regina bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing at how flustered she sounded. "I-I'm just, I'm go... I'm going to go to Granny's for breakfast."
"Have fun..."
She heard the rushing footsteps and the shutting of the front door and turned back to look at the mirror. "Now she thinks you're a dirty girl," she told the reflection. "A dirty, nasty girl."
"But I am, Regina," she said in her meekest voice. "I am a dirty..." She swatted herself and 'Emma' whimpered. "Nasty..." Swat, moan-sigh. "Whore."
"Yes, you are..."
She stopped spanking herself and straightened, noticing that Emma's nipples were hard against the fabric of her shirt. Perhaps not the first spanking Emma had endured. She circled the tiny peaks with her fingertips, a small and pestering voice reminding her of the mission. She was supposed to just swap bodies with Emma, find Henry, convince him to leave Storybrooke with her, and then she could finally be the mother she'd always wanted to be. Henry wouldn't hold his grudges, the world wouldn't see her as a witch capable of only evil... it would be a fresh start.
Distractions were the enemy. She circled Emma's nipples with her thumbs, unable to deny that the spanking had aroused her. Whether it was her mind's reaction or Emma's physical response, she couldn't tell. She dropped her hands and used one to push up her shirt, hooking the thumb of her other in the elastic of her shorts. She pulled down until she saw a neatly-trimmed strip of hair and she smiled, wondering who in Storybrooke Emma had been staying neat for.
"Did you want me to see, Emma?"
"Yes, Regina." She made her voice breathless, as she knew Emma's would have been. "It was for you. I wanted you to see it."
She smoothed her hand over Emma's stomach, as she had so many times in her fantasies, and teased her navel with one fingernail. A gasp broke from her lips, and it was so clearly Emma's voice that Regina could almost imagine... She extended two fingers along the strip of hair, moving her other hand up to her breast. Her fingers stood out against the cotton like mountain ranges, and she parted her lips to run her tongue over them. Emma's lips soon became shiny, and Regina smiled as she teased with two fingers.
"Ah-hah... yes... Mm, Emma. You're very sensitive, aren't you, darling? Maybe you should buy a motorcycle. You'd come before the first... ahhh, mile..."
"Oh, God. Regina..."
She had a brief stab of peculiarity when she said her own name, but it was tempered by the fact it reached her ears in Emma's voice. She pulled her hand out of the shirt and used it to open drawers, two fingers still stroking Emma's sex as she looked for toys. She had to have a dildo or a vibrator or something she could use. She came up empty until she found the electric toothbrush, smiling as she took it out of the cup, ran it under the faucet, and pushed her undershorts down. She braced her hand on the edge of the sink and guided the blurringly-fast bristles to Emma's clit.
She cried out, her body rigid until she got used to the speed. Her fingers curled into claws as she pressed harder, puffing her cheeks out with every exhale, closing her eyes only to open them again so she could see Emma's face in the throes of passion. Her cheeks and forehead were flushed, her lips parted, moving her hips forward and back as she angled the toothbrush until it hit her... just... right... and...
She pushed back from the counter, hitting the wall and cupping her hand over the vibrating head of the toothbrush. She somehow managed to keep her eyes open, shoving up her T-shirt so she could see Emma's breasts before she came. The nipples were pink and hard, and she used her free hand to pinch and twist them. She whimpered.
"Say it."
"Make me come, Regina!"
"Beg me, you little whore..."
"Please, Regina!" She was surprised to see tears in her eyes, desperation writ all over her face. "Please, please..."
She rocked her head back against the wall. "Come for me, darling..."
The orgasm rocked through her body, and she bucked her hips forward until it was all she could do not to give out a single, keening cry of joy. She pushed the toothbrush into her, letting it discover her most sensitive spots and compounding the climax until she had to sink to her knees so she wouldn't fall forward and hurt herself. She took the toothbrush from between her legs and stared at it, then walked to the sink on her knees. She watched as she parted her lips and put the toothbrush inside. She ran it over her teeth, normal as you'd please, and then pressed it against her tongue until it became numb.
She pulled it free, smacking her lips before she rinsed it off and replaced it in the cup. She rested her hands on the sink and smiled at her reflection, seeing only her head due to the fact she was still kneeling. Emma Swan, on her knees. She had a feeling she could get used to that sight if they ever switched back.
When she could move, she stood up and went to get dressed. She had a big day ahead of herself.
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Emma woke up falling, eyes immediately wide and her arms flailing as she crumpled to the floor. She landed hard on her ass, startled and confused from her rude awakening, heart pounding as she tried to figure out what had happened and why she'd been standing up. She knew she wasn't in her room at Mary Margaret's; it was much too dark. She lifted up to rub her wounded butt and muttered, "Ow."
Her eyes widened and she spun, looking for Regina. The room was too dark to see, so she said, "Regina? Are y--" It was all she got out before she clapped a hand to her throat. "Regina? Regina." She cleared her throat. "Miss Swan." That sealed it. "REGINA!"