Touchable Legs

I wish I could be pretty

katorence@yahoo.com — Fri, 06 Mar 2009 17:59:19 GMT

I'm never going to feel pretty or cute or beautiful in a feminine way. I'm never going to get that and it hurts a little...a lot. There's this want for that that I want. I want to have had a cute little girl moment in my life and I'm not suddenly wanting to be one of those baby people but cute little Shirley Temple treatment. But I'm never going to get that or the pretty pretty princess moment or the prom moment or the bride moment or any of those other times girls dream about because I'm never going to be that pretty girl no matter what I do. The bitch is mad and sad and all round bitchy right now.

Yeah it goes in cycles

katorence@yahoo.com — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 17:32:22 GMT

Getting that girlie urge again.

Hose, stockings and nailpolish

katorence@yahoo.com — Tue, 07 Oct 2008 14:52:34 GMT

What is it about hose stockings and nailpolish that is just such a turn on? I love it when I have my legs shaved and covered in sheer form hugging hose and my toenails are either red or black. It's heaven. I feel pretty and sexy and can't help but touch them as much as possible. It's just so freakin' Yummy.

katorence@yahoo.com — Wed, 22 Aug 2007 16:47:11 GMT

Went out and got me some nice stuff:
since I couldn't find a sheer shirt got this:

Wanted a female version of the shoes I normally wear so got this:

And just for the fun of it:

Fun is finding out you can walk in your first 4" heels.

A little lonely

katorence@yahoo.com — Tue, 31 Jul 2007 21:25:47 GMT

Is there anyone out there that wants to chat on Msn messenger? I need another CD to talk to.

An other story this one done by request

katorence@yahoo.com — Tue, 20 Jun 2006 17:13:02 GMT

Wedding Daze
By Kim Torence

His hands laced through the straps of my garters as his fingers slipped between my white stockings and my smooth legs. I could feel the rough netting of my crinoline get crushed under the weight of the two of us and didn’t care. He was mad for me he wanted me and would ruin my wedding dress to have me and I wanted him to destroy it as he took my maiden head.

“Cut off my skirts with your knife, Phil,” I whispered into his ear as he ground into me with the fire of his passion. My voice dripped, no, foamed with the animal need of a virgin of 35 years and I was on fire for him.

He pulled up, the fire in his loins mirrored with the fire in his eyes, burning his brain out and replacing it with just animal lust. It took a moment for his brain to register my idea.

“Your pocket knife, the gypsy folder I got you for your birthday,” I said and kissed his exposed neck as I undid his tux shirt.

He smiled breathing heavy and went for his pants. Coming back I pulled the front of the wedding dress out and he cut the skirts off me exposing my lily-white legs made more white in the hose and lace of the bridal set I had on. He cut at the bodice and freed my upper body and breasts also white as snow matching my very pale complexion. Red hair and white skin with no freckles Freya had made a dream. My hard nipples were red like my hair and I was sure if I walked into the sun I would combust but I wasn’t quite that white. Phil grabbed the lace thong that guarded my sex and ripped it off tearing the bits of lace that held it together and throwing it to the far wall. He was going to have me and nothing mattered now, not my dress, not the people that heard outside the prayer room, not our past, not the fact that it was my wedding day, not the fact that he was the best man, and definitely not the fact that till 5 minutes ago I was the groom. And I was of like mind. Pent-up sexual need will do that to you.

It had all started half a year ago at college, Phil was my roommate and I was Ross Webster, football star. I had my share of women and my choice but there was that one that was just out of reach.

Phil jabbed into me but missed so I grabbed his hot flesh and guided it into my vagina…never though I’d say that. I hurt when he took me but I wanted more.

Her name was Kate Dew she was a raven haired beauty and I would do anything for her and wanted to do everything to. Her body was hot and built like a brick shithouse. Tits ass legs face perfect and perfection was my creed.

I think I look better now. Phil calls me Goddess as he rides me. I can feel myself blush as I bite into his hand and smiled at him and he gritted his teeth and smiled back sweat beading on his face.

But she would have nothing to do with me. I tried many things all the old tricks but she never gave me notice. So Phil came up with an idea. He knew a witch on campus. Her name was Freya or that’s what she called herself. She was around 350 pounds and just over 5 foot and smelled of old pizza. Chronic wicked witch syndrome. Most people thought she was a dyke seeing she had girls around a lot.

Not me. I only want men. Men like Phil with his big cock ramming into me like a piston.

So she sold me a love potion for 2 thousand and I wrote her a rubber check.

No rubber on Phil it’s all him in me.

She bitched about it after but who would go to the cops saying they were gypped on a magic spell? But it worked I peed in it and then poured it on her pillow and she started showing interest. She would come to games and then practices and then she would follow me around campus and finally she cornered me in the locker room and we fucked like crazy.

Kind of like Phil and I are now all animal.

We went hot and heavy. She said no man ever did it for her like I did. She said she couldn’t live without me. She Wanted to get married. And she had MONEY!!!! So I went for it.

“Turn over,” I said to Phil. “I want to be on top.” And I mounted him and rode him while he held my tits but when he let go I loved the way they felt jiggling as I pumped him.

So the wedding was announced and word spread. And lots of old flames came by and I gave a few final fucks and enjoyed the hell out of my final days as a free man.

And I swiveled on his dick till my back was to him and he hit me just right.

So Phil, Phil my pal, my man, my MAN, threw me a great bachelor party, lots of pussy( not as good as mine right Phil?) lots of booze and lots of drugs.

“Oh God Yes Phil my ass!!!”

And the time came when I was at the alter and Kate was coming down the aisle and she look like a goddess in that dress(bitch) and I could eat her up(well if I was drunk enough). Then Freya burst in.

“Ross Webster, you fucking bastard!!! You have stolen from me twice and you shall pay!!” the thunder-cunt said.

“If you haven’t noticed this is my wedding day,” I said straightening the lapels of my tux for more emphasis.

“You will not marry my Kate stealing her heart with a potion stolen from me,” fumed the fatass. “She is my girl and I will loose her to someone not even a man.”

“Look here dyke she’s my princess and she ain’t going anywhere with an ogre like you,” I laughed.

“If you think she is such a match for you than you will match her real taste,” she said and waved her hand at me in that hook’em horns way and started saying all these weird words.

Suddenly parts or my tux started getting tight and loose at the same time. My stomach started flopping and my balls crawled up in me. My hair itched on my head and moved all the way down my back. The front of my shirt popped buttons and like mumps my chest grew. My face squeezed and my arms deflated and I shrank. Lastly I felt my dick inch back into me and rest in my new folds.

“Oh that won’t do I will let you be her true taste but not her type,” and she waved her hands and chanted again.

Suddenly I could feel my hair turn flame red and eyes deep green. And I could feel my skin loose pigment and my features change again.

“The perfect little Irish pixy,” she smiled.

“You can’t do this,” I squeaked with a voice more normal for a preteen girl. ”This is my wedding day.”

“Then you should be dressed for it,” she said.

And with another wave and incantation I felt my shoes inch up higher and my socks slide up my legs and straps connect them to my underwear. My coat and shirt mended and came in tight around my chest. My pants came together tight and then exploded into tons of fabric and skirting and a veil and train grew from my head down the aisle.

“The perfect pixy princess. Now my love with true eyes see your new groom and tell me who you want,” said Freya and suddenly Kat shook her head.

Her eyes fell on me and a look of disgust filled her.

“What do you think? You know I hate little pixy bitches. Especially him,” and she spat at me.

My eyes welled with tears.
“I cannot take a bride crying not even you so I’ll get your mind off it. You can have all the sexual energy you would have had in your 18 years as a man and the 17 your woman’s body now is all at once and you friend Phil can help you with it,” she said with still more hand waving. “All fertile years and never quenched on any new man you see. And never a man to keep you”

And suddenly Phil was my world dragging me into the prayer room off the chapel and not even closing the doors.

And pinning me into the door way he came. And came and came, finishing in my pussy as God intended. And then he saw the attendance and he remembered what had happened. He grabbed his clothes and started to run.

“Wait, I love you,” I said grabbing him dressed only in my garter belt and stockings ripped and torn as they were.

And he threw me off him and called me whore and freak. But I heard little of it because I was crying because I knew though lots of his seed ran down my legs to the chapel floor enough had made it home. Enough.

And I cried there as they left and I knew they all knew and I knew this is how the rest of my life would be because I wanted what I couldn’t have and would do anything to get it and cheat getting it.

I knew as the priest came to comfort me. I knew just like I knew under those robes I could make his holy rod stiffen and I knew I wanted it.

Sales sucks and I'm sick of stupid people

katorence@yahoo.com — Thu, 15 Jun 2006 20:44:09 GMT

Phone sales is the seventh level of hell. You have to be as kind nice and corgel as you can be and still you're a bitch if you don't help them the way they want to be helped. I hate people sometimes I really do and I'm sure the job doesn't help but I have to keep it because it's the only money coming in and we like food and shelter. I tend to be a problem solver and a peace maker and the way this place goes I'm burning my soul out...but I can't leave till things get better it's the only stable thing we got...makes me want to cry, and scream and run away. I feel like a little girl lost in the woods in a torn, burned princess costume after being attacted. I don't know where to run

Those new to my little world

katorence@yahoo.com — Wed, 14 Jun 2006 22:15:36 GMT

Feel to look at some of the stories I wrote sometime ago and tell me how much they suck they were my tries at transgender body swap fiction.

Interesting

katorence@yahoo.com — Tue, 13 Jun 2006 23:18:04 GMT

You scored as Female. Being mostly female by thought, is even though (still) considered inferior to masculinity in Western culture, a good thing in many ways:By definition it means that you are more creative, and sensitive towards your environment, enabling you to express yourself freely.

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Either

79%

Female

79%

Male

57%

Neither

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Should you be MALE or FEMALE?*
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Fun

katorence@yahoo.com — Fri, 10 Mar 2006 22:38:40 GMT

Creativity- Your inner power is

Creativity! Any of The Arts-music, dance,

pure art, drama, creative writing-are your

passion. You love the way you can control

what happens to you and your life while you

participate in any of The Arts, and you can

push your emotions aside when you do so. You

at times can feel very depressed and alone,

and yet it only further fuels your love for

your art. Life to you can often seem bitter

and cruel, a world of darkness with only a

few tiny flares of light, stretched out far

in between one another. In a way youre

confused with what you want in your life, and

find it hard to trust people. Because of this

people of the outside world see you as cold

and uncaring, yet those who befriend you love

you a lot, and know you are only very lonely

and hurting. Boys are intrigued by your

mysterious mask, and one day, one of them

will reach passed your barriers and care for

you the way you so desperately want to be

cared for. Dont let the popular people get

you down; you are a wonderful person, and

without the creativity you bring the world,

it would be a very boring place. Love

yourself for who you are, for you are very

special.
Boy/Girl who will sweep you off your feet:

A sweet, sensitive man/woman. The guy/girl

who understands your need for being alone

sometimes. Yet also someone who would do

anything to protect you for being hurt, even

if it means giving up their life.
Your stone: Jade
Your power: Dreaming/Imagination
Your element: Dream
A quote that applies to you: Dare to

dream, dare to fly, dare to be the ever

chosen one to touch the sky.

What's your inner power? (Girls only sorry. Beautiful anime pictures, lengthy results)
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I'm putting together theme music and need more

katorence@yahoo.com — Thu, 23 Feb 2006 18:24:28 GMT

I got:
Barbie Girl by Aqua
I'll be that Girl by Barenaked Ladies
Dude(Looks Like a Lady) by Aerosmith
I wish I was a Girl by Violent Delight
Lola by the Kinks
I know what boys Want by Vitamin C
Man! I feel Like a woman by Shania Twain

Any other songs along this theme I can add?

Bits of fiction I wrote 3

katorence@yahoo.com — Mon, 05 Dec 2005 19:29:15 GMT

Away Trips
By Kim Torence

I kept looking through her file having second thoughts and worrying about the
reality of what I was doing.

Ten minutes ago I walked into the New York branch of Away Trips, the newest in
traveling experiences (or so the brochure said), Philip Johns and in thirty
minutes I will walk out of their Dallas office Stephanie Robins. The whole idea
was a bit odd if you ask me. Fact was it was my Lawyer's idea. Last week my
company had to file for bankruptcy due to heavy embezzlement by my partner,
Joseph Stills, with the fear of another Enron breathing down my throat my lawyer
told me to get out of the country till the court date came then he thought about
it.

"Joe is a pretty tough customer," said Ron reaching into his inside jacket pocket
and pulling out a card. "Show up here in three hours we need to get you a good
place to hide."

The card was for Away Trips. Evidently the people who owned Away Trips were the
first to capitalize on the synaptic upload/download technology discovered a few
years ago. With this people could take vacations by trading bodies with another
person any where in their network. "The ultimate in get away from your worries
travel," they boasted. Ron set up for the first trip I could get. Trip meaning
first person that wanted to be an executive for a while. Turned out an eighteen
year old actress in Texas jumped at the idea.

"We have it all worked out the two of you switch and then we take her into
protective custody, the only ones that will know that she is not you is the two
of us and the travel company. It's the perfect hiding place Phil," Ron said proud
of himself.

The thought still overwhelmed me as I looked at the picture of the girl I would
be in a matter of minutes. Slender, a little short even for a girl, 5ft 3in,
bright red hair and sparkling green eyes with a small spray of brown freckles
across the bridge of her nose. Very cute and innocent looking, she was the
perfect place for me to hide.

Still the thought of becoming a young girl frightened me as they guided me into
the exchange room.

"Don't worry, Mr. Johns. What we do is we superimpose your mind onto hers and
vise-versa. This way the thoughts and control are yours but you have all of the
host's memories and experiences to work from so you could continue on as her if
you need be," said the female attendant as she sat me down and placed what seemed
like a swimming cap with cords running down the back. "It's like sitting in a
library with instant access to all the books at any time. All the skills,
memories and talents of the host only you will be in control. The personality is
wholly yours though unless you knew her you would not be able to act like her,
that's why we encourage the host to switch as they were planning on a vacation
that way you have less of a chance running into people the host knows."

"What about money?" I asked.

"Your lawyer has put a sizable sum that you can access in the chemical bank there
should be documents when you get to Dallas," she said as she injected me with a
shot of a clear liquid. "It has started count back from fifty and you should come
around in Dallas."

I started counting and by the time I got down to thirteen the room faded out.

Slowly I could feel myself come unattached to my body. It was much like the out
of body experiences you hear about but instead of floating up from my body it was
like being vacuumed out. Suddenly I was like I was floating in a bubble zooming
down a pipe surrounded by all my memories all arranged in little screens around
me. It seemed that the bubble flew at impossible speeds and suddenly I saw
another bubble flying at me from the other direction. As it flew closer I felt my
speed die down till the two of us collided.

Suddenly I flew forward into the bubble's wall and fell into the other bubble
with the odd feeling that I had passed through another person. The bubble then
starting zooming again in the direction I had been going in. Around me now were
other memories I looked into one and suddenly the world changed around me.

It was Easter Sunday I had just turned ten two months ago and mommy had gotten me
the white dress I wanted for Sunday school. I was feeling sick as I got out of
bed. My tummy was all in knots I went to the bathroom to tinkle. I pulled down my
white panties with the blue and green flowers and sat on the toilet I thought of
my pretty new dress and knew I had to take a bath before I got dressed.

I would wear my new white tights and Mary Jane's and have mommy put my hair in a
French braid with a blue bow. I was going to look so pretty. I got some tissue to
pat with and saw the blood. Running down my legs. I screamed and screamed till
mommy and daddy ran in to the bathroom.

There was no Easter Sunday for me that year. Mommy sat with me and we talked
about how I was becoming a woman and she taught me about pads and things. I only
got to wear the pretty dress once and then I started getting too big up top for
it.

Uncle Carl and his creepy kids came over after church and he laughed at me
saying, "She's old enough to breed now."

Mommy slapped him hard and made daddy make him leave. Two years later mommy and
daddy left me over at Uncle Carl's so they could go on a trip to Florida.

I was developing Mommy had gotten me training bras after Easter and now I was
nearly a B-cup. Uncle Carl didn't make fun of me so much; he just looked at me
funny and mostly at my chest. He kept watching me when we went swimming and made
me sit next to him in the front of his truck on the way back. A couple of times
he put his hand on my thigh and rubbed his hand up it till I squirmed away.

The next day he wanted to show me something in his tool-shed. He was fixing his
weed-eater and was using a soldering iron to connect the wires. I know because
when he shoved me against the bench and ripped my shirt to put his hands on my
bra I jabbed him in the zipper with the iron before he shoved his hand all the
way down my pants.

I cried when my daddy and mommy came into the hospital. My mommy held me tight
when I told them what happened but daddy left the room with a mad look on his
face I thought it was me he was mad at till I heard Uncle Carl screaming. Daddy
had gone into his room and poured alcohol on Uncle Carl's burns. I had to go to
court and tell people what happened a few times and talk to a lady that wrote
things down a lot.

Later I knew she was a psychologist making sure I was okay but in all truth I
was. It was because of all that that I wanted to do what she did really. Dad
didn't go to jail or anything like Mom was afraid he would he got off with
probation Carl was put away for a long time because it was his third time. Aunt
Lisa just screamed at me about it and blamed me because Carl was "a good man."

Thirteen, the whole thing was over and Mom Dad and I moved from Monroe, LA. to
Dallas, TX. I went to school and took psychology and theater. I let Jason Peters
put his hands where I maimed Carl for touching me before. It was my sophomore
year we were at a football game where a few years later they would build a real
stadium then it was just some old bleachers and a field.

Jason asked me out Thursday after English. I dressed up in a blue sweater and
plaid skirt with black tights and Mary Jane's; I still love wearing Mary Jane's.
I got bored quick but I knew I wasn't there for the game. Two years of psych had
said a good bit about the male teenage mind. It was pretty much the same
treatment that Carl had given me but now it was reciprocated. After a little bit
I let him take me under the bleachers where no body would be watching.

There were a few others down there making out as well. We started sitting up but
within moments he had be laying down on the old candy wrappers and cups while he
kissed and touched me. I knew he would say he went all the way with me and part
of me wanted him to till my hand fell into something sticky in the grass. His
left hand had my right nipple and was teasing it to ecstasy while his right had
slid up my legs and into my tights.

Had my hand not found the used condom he would have had me but in grabbing for
ground to stabilize myself as I quivered under him I clutched an old used rubber
in my hand. I jerked out from under him the condom still in my hand and tossed
it. Needless to say we didn't do much more than that that night.

It spread that I was fickle and I didn't date much till prom my senior year. Tom
Stims asked me to prom he was tall and had spiky hair but I wanted him. I dressed
for it. He wanted to go in a kilt so Mom and I went looking for a Scottish prom
dress. We found one that was a little pricey but Dad overlooked it.

The dress was predominantly green like my eyes but the skirt was a beautiful
plaid that matched his kilt. I wore black lace bra, panties and garter belt
because I had black thigh highs to round it out. Tom had gotten us a room at the
hotel and I knew tonight was the night.

We stayed at the prom just long enough for pictures and then went to two prom
parties at the hotel. By 2am we finally made it to the room. Slowly I stripped
out of the dress letting it tumble to the floor so he could see me in all my
glory. I was a C-cup now and I lost most of my baby fat. I wasn't perfect but I
could tell I was better than he was expecting.

He went around the room lighting candles and a stick of incense he got at the
Renaissance Faire and turned out the lights. It was like a sappy soft porn you
see on Cinemax after nine. He kissed me for a long time slowly running his hands
all over. He slipped my bra off and pulled down my panties, I wore them over the
garters so I could keep the stockings on (I really love stockings). I felt a
little thrill sliding my hand up his kilt to his penis running my deep red nails
through his fine leg hair.

As I grabbed his dick he let out a little moan and I stroked him slowly as he
rubbed me gently. He pulled a condom out of his sporran and put it on. Slowly he
climbed on top of me. He aimed three times and missed so I reached down and
guided him into me. It hurt but in a way it was a good kind of hurt.

I could tell when he broke my hymen and as he pound into me I felt myself start
to rise on the wave. I franticly grabbed his hand and made him rub my clitoris
while he pumped. I had one of those spasmodic orgasms under him and he nearly
panicked.

"Are you okay?" he said between grindings.

"Yeah, don't stop," I said but he had just shot.

He made a funny face but I was too tired to laugh and then he fell down on me. I
hugged him to me and ran my fingers through his stiff hair. We lay there for a
while very quiet. Usually people say they love each other but I don't think
either one of us wanted to say that.

We dated for a couple of weeks past then and after Tom got his grant for UCLA he
told me he thought he was gay and we broke up. We had a last try fuck that night
but he came away sure of it. It was too bad looking back he was the best I had
for a good while.

After Tom I went through five boyfriends none of them very good. Peter came and
went, Josh came too soon, Ron loved me too much and wasn't any good, Steve wanted
me to do all the work, and Philip was too Christian. I went out to the Ren faire
a few times that spring and that was where I saw April.

She was willowy and strawberry blonde with brown eyes. She wasn't all that pretty
but something just clicked in me. I wasn't turning lesbo or anything there was
just something about her that made me want her. We talked and played around and
later went to this dive in town. Still later we made out in her car. We kissed
for so long and then she treated me like Tom did and further. She licked me down
there, Ron had tried once but he only lasted a few seconds. I saw stars behind my
eyelids and my screeches made the windows quiver. Fortunately she took us out to
a deserted road.

I undressed her and started reciprocating. She had very small breasts but big
nipples that stayed hard the entire time. When I got her panties off she was
shaved clean. Slowly I worked down her stomach like she had done me and took each
leg on either side of my head. She panted like a little dog as I licked and
sucked. Her scent was musky and sweet with a touch of sweat.

We fell asleep in each other's arms spooning with me behind her. I started
collage in Denton in the fall and so did she. We stayed in the same dorm and even
had boyfriends every once in a while but mainly we did each other. We even got
toys and tried them out. I think I enjoyed wearing the strap on a little too
much. Being the guy was a good bit of a thrill.

Suddenly the memory stopped It had been like I was there I could feel see and
hear everything she did along with her running commentary I knew what it was like
to be her. Then the world went black.

I heard her voice say the letter "W," then I said, "Twelve," but her voice came
out. I opened my eyes and the room looked almost the same but the sunshine from
out side looked different.

I took a deep breath and felt my chest was constricted. I started to sit up but
the male attendant stopped me.

"Relax a second Mr. Johns we have to make sure you're all with us," said the man
putting his hands on my shoulders and laying me back.

I felt the curly hair on my shoulders and flexed my toes feeling the stockings on
my feet. For half a second I smelled the over whelming scent of perfume then it
went away. I put my hands to my side and felt the suede of what must have been my
skirt.

Suddenly I remembered getting dressed this morning, but not as Philip Johns, as
Stephanie Robins. Picking out the blue silk blouse, putting on the black garters
and thigh highs, putting on the black suede mini skirt that let the tops of the
thigh highs peek out when I sat. I wanted to look sexy but not too slutty. I did
my makeup more professional and let my hair lay natural. I tasted the lip-gloss
on my lips and shifted slightly hoping this guy wasn't getting a free show of my
new body. He smiled as he looked at the screen.

Suddenly it dawned on me, I was a very pretty girl and men's eyes would forever
be sizing me up. Part of me wondered if that was why she went through the switch
in the first place. No, she wanted to see what it was like for a man to see if
she wanted to get augmented.

Part of me felt disquieted by knowing everything she did I wondered how they
would untangle us later. The attendant turned back to me. He reached down and
pulled the cap off my head.

"Welcome to Dallas Mr. Johns and welcome to Stephanie Robins. Do you know where
you live?" he asked.

"2812 Cleveland apartment 114 in Denton," I said automatically seeing the cat and
the little messy front room as I left it this morning with hose hanging in the
bathroom.

"Where do you work?" he said looking down at a clipboard.

"Recycled Books off the square," I said seeing the cluttered sales floor and
remembering ruining a pair of expensive hose on the cheep carpet stocking the
kid's section.

"And what's tour ex-wife's middle name?" he asked.

"Maude," I said finally relying on something from my original memory.

"How did you feel about me when you came in?" he asked with a smile.

"I wanted to jump your bones," I said and clapped my hand over my mouth. A mental
picture of me in this body riding this man filled my mind and my stomach tingled.

"And how do you feel about me now," he said unfazed by my outburst.

"You remind me of my son Arthur," I said removing my hand.

For a moment I remembered Arthur's graduation then for a split second I pictured
riding him. I quickly pushed it from my mind.

"It's okay, the shot we gave both of you was a kind of truth serum. It makes you
more susceptible to the transfer and we ask these questions on arrival and return
to verify that you have access to her memories but yours are still intact. It
will seem odd for a day or so but you'll get used to it. You've signed up for two
months. I hope you enjoy your stay," he said getting up and going to the door.

"Oh God I'm going to have to go through a period," I said noticed that even
though it was her voice it had some of my tones and accents. "Not to worry though
I have a week," shot out of my new mouth in what must have been a voice all
Stephanie's.

"You can leave when you are ready," he said handing me a pill and a glass of
water. "Take this and you should stop those outbursts in about ten minutes," He
said then looked under the bed/couch I was on. "And she seems to have come here
in two inch heels, when you walk in them don't think about them, your body knows
how to walk in them let it and that goes for most things dressing, writing,
speaking, driving, sex even if you like, it's all muscle memory and your body
will do it second nature it'll only trip up if you think about it to hard. Good
luck Stephanie."

"Call me Steph," I said without thinking.

After he left I looked around, my right hand instinctively went to my hair and
started curling locks between my fingers. I had no intension of leaving the room
till I could control what came out of my mouth so I would be here for at least
the next ten minutes or so. Slowly I sat up and looked down at myself. I was
small but only in height.

My proportions were as near perfect as one could get without surgery. Nice long
legs, perfect c-cup breasts, full round hips, delicate hands and feet all what I
would love in a woman and now I was that woman.

My next step was to find a mirror fortunately a full-length mirror was on the
wall to my left. I swung myself over and got off the couch and started to walk
over to the mirror. Without thinking I reached down and slid on the pumps on the
floor onto my feet. Slowly I ran my hand up my leg enjoying the feel of the silk
stockings.

"K-Mart brand are okay for school or work but anywhere else wear your best," I
heard Mom, Steph's Mom, my mom say in my head.

I stood up and didn't falter on the heels and unwavering I made it to the mirror.
I looked in the mirror in a way I'm sure Steph never looked at herself before.
Half awe and half lust crossed my new face and old mind. Norma never looked this
good in the fifteen years we were married.

Suddenly I realized my last marriage lasted almost as long as this body has been
alive. I pulled the skirt up and looked at my legs in all their glory. I'd have
paid good money to have gams like these wrapped around me and now they were mine
to walk with. I looked at the front of the lace black panties I had on with a bit
of dread.

A bulging white y-front had been replaced with a flat lace thong. I ran my
fingers over the lace knowing that ever since Steph met April she was always
shaved down there. Watching my small delicate red nailed fingers play over the
fabric that covered my new femininity excited me I slowly unbuttoned my blouse
and looked at my lace covered breasts teasing my nipples through the soft fabric.
Suddenly I was very, very hot I went over to the door and locked it then dragged
the chair the attendant was using over to the mirror. I stripped off the skirt
and blouse and stepped out of the thong. I touched myself and came back with a
wet finger. The smell was much like April's but sweeter. I tasted it but there
wasn't much of a flavor at all just a slight salty honey taste like sweat.

I watched myself as I rubbed myself and teased my nipples. This beautiful red
head with a face like a goddess and a body to match looked at me longingly as she
touched herself. As her ferocity grew her breath came in puffs, my ferocity, my
breath. Each time I though of Steph as a different person I found myself
correcting me till I started to hear my new voice, husky with lust and self-
gratification:

"My legs, my tits, my clit, my lips, my juice, my eyes, my hands, my feet."

It became a mantra burning into my mind as I came to climax. I shuttered in
orgasm and ran my wet hand around my nose loving my own scent. A little shame ran
over me thinking of how I just beat off to my own reflection, but it passed
quickly. I was Steph; I was Stephanie Anne Robins. No regrets, no shame, I was
going to enjoy it.

End of part one tell me if you want more.

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katorence@yahoo.com — Mon, 05 Dec 2005 19:22:50 GMT

Edward Pickman Derby's Tale
By Kim Torence

I

My name is Edward Derby and I am dead. My body is in the
sanatorium at Arkham but I am not there. I was a man of
letters and education. I had published a book of poems
called Azathoth and Other Horrors in my eighteenth year and
it did get much praise. But for a sheltered upbringing I
might have been a great man indeed. Alas I was overnurtured
and being so coddled as a child and through to adulthood,
it was given dominion and there was my downfall.

Like many of the idle rich I never did much actual work and
thus I retained too much of a boyish look about myself.
Never having to fend for myself I did have too much of a
child still in me. No interest did I partake but in study
and more important the study of the dark paths of
metaphysics. For this I did turn to Miskatonic University
in Arkham and make it my second home. Here I could study
for hours on end the Book of Eibon, the Unaussprechlichen
Kulten of von Junzt, and the forbidden Necronomicon of the
mad Arab Abdul Alhazred. It was these studies and my lack
of personal character than most probably did bring Asenath
Waite to find interest in me. Still I rue the day that she
and I did meet.

At Miskatonic I did run with the groups of the intellectual
bohemians who found excitement in the occult studies that I
partook and did at times push the envelope of wild
abandonment. Among them was the beautiful Asenath.

She was small and slender, only standing an inch or two
over five feet and weighing no more than a hundred pounds,
and she had a profoundly delicate beauty about her like a
porcelain doll. Her hair was a deep, deep red beyond
crimson and shown in the light like a setting sun. All this
with her waspish waist and tiny frame added to her gentle
fragile appearance till one came to her eyes. For her eyes,
the same colour of her mane of hair, protruded a bit and
seemed to almost glow with an unearthly intelligence and
power. Something in that power drew my to her as my
weakness drew her to me.

Stories abounded about her but this was to be understood
for she was a Waite of the Innsmouth Waites, Daughter of
the self proclaimed Wizard Ephraim Waite, a man I had seen
some years ago in the libraries at the school, now some
years dead. These stories surrounded powers she exhibited:
calling storms, knowledge's alien and obscure, but mainly
her abilities of hypnotism. But in truth none of these
interested me as much as the woman herself for her
fierceness was unmatched by any I had known. It was at
house where many of the intellectuals met that I first
heard her.

I had gotten caught up in my reading and had arrived when
they were in mid discussion. As many times the leader of
this talk was one Benjamin McCoy that hailed from Ireland,
an eclectic that prided himself in playing all sides of an
argument rather than showing what side to which he himself
stood, but here he was stumbling to play more moderator
than head speaker for the subject was fought between Janis
Parker, a feminist as well as a studier of the natural
magicks, and Asenath Waite, who seemed to delight in
coaxing the fires of Janis's feminist agitations.

"A woman can be just as powerful as any man in the fields
of magick and in many ways much more powerful," I heard
Janis say defiantly as I was hanging my wet cloak. "I have
never seen a man perform as well a spell of growth or
healing as a woman."

"Growth and healing are minor magicks better served by
women for their reproductive systems. But you try to get
and woman to try the higher magicks and she would fail time
and time again. And it is because of your feeble little
brains," bounded on the strong soprano voice of Asenath,
defiant and steaming with disgust. "So long have your minds
been occupied with knitting and caring for babies that the
paths of your minds cannot hold the intricacies of higher
conjuring. And even if it were possible, were by some
freakish chance that a woman's brain could contain those
dark and powerful magicks no elder god would respect any
female adept that tried to conjure him."

"But Asenath," said Benjamin trying to defuse the
situation. "Why rail so hard against women when you are one
yourself?"

"Yes, you say you have so much power passed to you from
your mad father. How can you be such a talent and still be
a woman?" spit Janis indignantly.

"Because I am not what he wanted," she said looking down at
herself in disgust.

It was then that I saw her full on, for I then entered the
room from the foyer. My first thought was what a girl had
said of her; "She is lovely but she is unkempt." It was
true because for all of her natural beauty she did nothing
to intensify it like the other girls. She wore no makeup on
her eyes or lips though some colour was added to her face
for it had a darker tone than her pale hands. Her dress was
dark and almost schoolmarm-like in its conservativeness.
Basically she dressed like an older woman not like one of
twenty-three as she was. The odd point was that it was said
that in the times before her father had gone mad and died
she dressed quite fashionable. Speculation was that she
simply was in a state of extended morning. But even with
this lack of colour and fashion I found her beautiful.

"Oh had a son come from the womb of Lithia Waite I would
have been a magnificent wizard," she continued with regret
deep in her voice. "But I am a woman and no matter how much
of what I was taught I can do no more than that cunt
there," she spat angrily in the direction of Janis.

There was an audible gasp as those in the room, myself
included, were taken aback by her language.

She looked around for a moment confused at our surprise at
her speech, then as if suddenly realizing where she was
covered her moth in a lady-like manor and said, "Forgive me
growing up in Innsmouth, it being a shipping town and my
father ranting on it so much in his later days, I sometimes
talk like him forgetting myself."

She smiled then nervously and again I was captured with her
beauty. Not a word passed again twixt the two that night,
nor did it again for as long as I knew till later
revelations did become apparent. Only daggered stares
crossed them for a good long time. She reseated from the
foreground and took a seat with a foul look on her face.
With a bit of subtlety I crept toward her and struck up a
conversation.

I fumbled talking of the weather and the fall of the market
and such, but for some reason no matter how inane my
prattle she hung on my words. We sat alone for some time
and spoke of trivial things till most of the crowd had
gone. Seeing this I asked her if she might want to go with
me to have a drink at the pub. With a most predatory grin
she agreed. There I found myself drawn back to the topic
she was on before with special inquiry as to what she said
about her father.

"He was a very powerful man," she said with pride. "My
mother likewise was a very kind woman but she bore him no
sons. He had wanted a son to carry on his work and
unfortunately she bore what you see here."

"I do like what I see here," I said the drink getting the
best of me a bit.

"So do I," she said with more than an air of predatory
hunger. "You seem to have a good brain."

"Thank you it has served me well these thirty-eight years,"
I said proudly.

"You look much younger," she smiled hungrily. "I wish I had
your brain. I could do great things if I could be you for a
while," she smiled running her right hand over mine.

"Keep that up and I might let you," I joked.

"You might indeed," she said smiling much as a spider might
smile at a fly.

II

We talked most the night and I could tell she was
developing more and more of a liking to me as we conversed.
I must admit now that I was never one for the ladies; me
bookishness and shyness had long hindered me from any
relationships of any merit with the opposite sex, and
though my good friend Daniel Upton had in celebration of my
twenty-fifth birthday had taken me to a New York brothel, I
had only been with a woman once. Unlike many of the other
occultist crowd at Miskatonic, I did not partake in the
Romanesque parties that they sometimes held. Because of
these lacking skills in the romantic arts I was happy to
see she also seemed halted in showing the affection she had
for me in a physical way. When she touched me it was
halting and reticent almost uneasy. I felt this shyness
thrilling for it mirrored my own.

The next day I flew to my good friend Dan's home and told
him every thing most possibly seeming quite the humming
bird for the gayety I must have shown. I could tell he had
heard of her and did show some reservations in my hasty
declarations of extreme love based only on the one evening
but I also did see his happiness on my finding a good
match. Had he any misgivings in our pairing he did not
voice it and I do wish he had.

We, Asenath and I, were soon it what can only be deemed a
world-wind romance. Not a night did go by when we were not
at some excursion for dinner, dancing, play or cinema. It
was this romancing and the expenditure of money it entailed
that brought us to my father's attention.

My father said unequivocally that this infatuation of mine
would stop and go no further. With a newfound zeal I had
gained from Asenath, she and I married the next month.
Unlike most women she was not one for the pretext of
marrying in a church, in fact she was very much against the
thought and demanded we wed in front of a justice of the
peace rather than a minister of any sort. With these things
said we wed in the stormy month of February. The guests
were few but my father, Dan, his wife and Edward Derby
Upton, their son that they did name in my honor, did come.
Though father did scowl a bit he voiced no opposition.

Asenath was a beautiful bride dressed in a gown of pearly
white and made up like I had never seen her before, this
must have been the work of Eunice Babson, who she had said
was a servant of her fathers and was a lifelong companion
to her. I was aghast at this woman who had consented to be
my wife my heart knew no bounds and was overflowing with
happiness.

From the ceremony we went straight to our honeymoon. For
this we did go to the falls at Niagara. She had agreed on
this for it was "far from the prying eyes of those who knew
us for ourselves" as she had said. This and is was a place
of water and though not the sea that she had a love for it
was a powerful body onto itself.

She wished not to be carried over the threshold as women
are want to do rather she simply unlocked the door herself
and went into our room.

"Such trappings of marriage are frivolous and out dated,"
she said kicking her shoes off for she had driven her
Packard here with us inside and her feet hurt. "Bring the
bags here," she said motioning to the space near the
dresser.

I simply smiled and did as she asked. Something of the girl
I knew was gone and more of the demanding essence of my
father replaced it but my love of her found no wrong in
that.

She began to unpack pulling a gown, sheer and black with a
corset and stockings to match. This did thrill me a bit.
Also she did pull powders, old bits of parchment, and a
dagger from her case. These things made my mind wonder a
bit.

"Dress for bed. I shall be right back and I will give you
an experience quite singular," she said coyly and retired
to the bathroom.

Not since the New York cathouse had I heard such an air of
seduction in the voice of a woman. I most possibly burst
from my clothes and thrust on my nightclothes. Moments
passed as a sat on the bed wrapped in anticipation till a
small click signaled her return. The door opened slowly
unveiling the splendor that was my new wife. Her skin was
an ivory white and had sheen when under the sheer black.
The corset she wore was tight and wasped her waist yet did
not cup her ample breasts with their deep pink nipples. Her
legs were perfectly proportioned and coltish in the sheer
silk material that incased them and slid with her feet into
tiny ankle boots. But her face was the most beautiful made
up with an Egyptian look to her eyes and a deep red in her
lips that all but mirrored her hair. Her hips were her next
feature that my eyes were cast to an they were ample and
wide yet uncovered betwixt the bottom of the corset ant the
top of the stockings excepting the straps that held the
stockings in place. And twixt her slender thighs was but
the cleft of her sex and no hair. This for a minute I
marveled at for to shave there struck me as a painful thing
to do.

"Do you like it?" she asked moving as to climb the doorway
seductively like a cat.

"Oh yes," I said enthusiastically.

"Would you take it if I lent it to you a while?" she said
smiling with those darkened lips.

"Oh yes my darling," I said all but panting in
anticipation.

"And would you do all I asked of you while you had it?" she
asked strutting toward me.

"Oh yes anything," I said taking her in my arms.

"Then I shall let you have it as long as I can take yours
in exchange," biting at my chest seductively.

"Any time you wish my love," I said anticipating a wild
night of love making of which I truly did receive.

"I am so glad you said that," she said whipping her head
back and staring into my eyes with a look of profound
malevolence.

The world then shuttered and shifted like a ship in a
storm. And without warning the floor shot up and collided
with me. I lay there a second unsure of what happened and
suddenly realized all the colour went out of the world.

"What happened?" I said but the voice that came from me was
not my own.

It was higher like a muffled version of Asenath's voice. I
clapped my hand over my mouth but my hand did not come for
when I saw the finger and thumb on either side of my nose
they were thinner, longer, and of a more delicate quality
than ever mine were. I drew my hand back and looked at it
and it was a woman's hand most small and dainty. More over
I knew this hand it had the sheer sleeve of the nightgown
on it's arm and what I now perceived as black on the
painted nails would have been the red of her nail polish. I
gasped coming to full realization of what had become of me
but my lungs seemed stunted by my garments.

"That's right my dear you are now Asenath," came a voice I
scarcely recognized.

Having already sat up I turned to see its source and found
myself sitting on the bed. But it was not myself for its
carriage was prideful and far more self-assured than ever I
had been. I struggled to stand but found the effort
fruitless in the heeled boots on my now small feet.

"Here my darling let me help," my doppelganger said
reaching down to me.

I shrieked a highly feminine cry and he backed from me.
Then with his hands out he retrieved a small hand mirror
from Asenath's case and faced it toward me. Asenath's face
only in a state I had never before seen stared back at me
in the mirror.

"As I said you, Edward, are now in Asenath's body and if
that is so I in the body of Edward must be?" said the
doppelganger as if talking to a child.

"You are Asenath," I said in astonishment.

He held out his hand and helped me to my feet then to the
bed. When I became more calm he began telling me how
his/her father did just this thing with his/her mother and
how it was sexually stimulating experiencing the act from
the other side.

"But do not worry," he/she said with a reassuring smile
that was haunting on my face. "It is not permanent possibly
will not even last the whole night."

I had heard tail of this before when I was still listening
to the stories surrounding Asenath. How she could stare at
other students and give them the feeling of exchanged
personality and how it lasted only seconds often only long
enough for the exchanged person to see their body from
hers.

I stood up on my slender silk shod legs and slowly walked
to the mirror in the bathroom. Standing there in my
reflection was Asenath slender beautiful Asenath and yet it
was myself being reflected. The carriage and the expression
were mine and yet they were the most feminine I had ever
seen in her body. Slowly I ran my hands all over my new
self first hugging my breasts then feeling the silky sheer
material of my clothes then slowly caressing the flat
smoothness of my new sex. I felt the corset next and began
to feel for the clasps to remove it. Suddenly large male
hands grabbed mine. My own body had come up behind me.

"Don't ever take the corsets I put on this body off," came
my old voice from behind me with such a fierceness that I
jumped. "My spine is very, very weak and without the
corsets to brace it, it would easily break leaving it
useless and unable to walk."

The thought frightened me not just for the fact that the
body I was in was damaged but that my wife was that she was
trapped always to wear such braces to be able to walk.

Slowly I felt my old arms enfold my small fragile body. The
feel was heaven as thick hands caresses my soft skin
sending sensation that I had never even dreamed of before.
His hands explored my new body as only one who knew it
could and the sensitivity was a bit too much for me. As he
touched my large nipples I sighed as only a woman should
and when his fingers probed my sex I was enraptured.

"Do you want to go to the bed?" he had to ask a second
time.

"Oh yes," I said with only the thought of him entering me
and filling my small feminine body.

The experience was wave upon wave of pleasure like nothing
I have felt before or since. My thoughts were a jumble of
nonsense but some ran true. I reviewed my life seeing how
throughout all of it I was frail and sheepish, not in the
body for this night Asenath had shown me just how strong
and willful it could be if possessed by the right spirit,
but in the soul. I had always been weak and delicate and at
this point my body finally mirrored what my soul always
was. My matching with Asenath and my being Asenath was
finally what should have happened. Let her be Edward Derby;
I would happily live and die Asenath.

Had I known the events to come I would have cracked that
skull and killed her upon my return to myself that night.
Then I would have burned the body.

III

She was true to her word the transfer lasted no more than
four hours. Afterward she was completely exhausted and
could not be moved. Seemed the act of transference exuded a
vast amount of power from her and she had to recuperate to
do it again. By the next evening, after a day of waiting on
her as she lay in bed, she seemed recharged a bit but said
a transfer was out of the question for at least a week.
Seemed she too had a thirst to reside in my form as much as
I in hers.

What troubled me was that though she had a great passion
for the sexual act when she was in my form she rejected
such actions when in her own. She had said that her father
had done evil things to her in a sexual manner and that sex
with a man now frightened her vastly. I feared the
unnatural acts had caused the ailment that made her wear a
brace though out the rest of her life. Half-truths seem
more convincing than gospel at times.

The end of the week marked our return to Arkham and the
time for us to move into the Crowninshield place, a house
that Asenath had bought at the end of High Street. There
with the help of three old servants, namely Moses and
Abigail Sargent and the woman known as Eunice Babson, she
had moved a good many books and items of interest from her
ancestral home in Innsmouth. Still shudders coursed through
me when I thought of the ill-reputed town and its dark past

I must admit my first worries came when I met her servants.
She had talked of them before in a cryptic way, as they
were very old friends of the family. Upon meeting them I
had my glimpses of just how old.

The Sargents seemed far to old to be of any service at all
yet they moved with a youth and strength that surpassed the
athletes at Miskatonic. At times when they carted things
into the house they would ask questions of Asenath but
refer to her as "Kamog." This name I found most queer and
asked her of it later and she said it was a name she had
been saddled with in her youth by her father and they
called her it in as a term of endearment.

Eunice arrived a bit later when the Sargents returned with
the last of the instruments. Of the three this woman
affrighted me most. Her visage was that of a female and yet
one of her eyes was large and bulbous like a large ball of
water. Her face had but a little chin almost sunk into her
throat with a large lipped mouth. Her hands were large and
twisted, more claws than hands and there seemed to be an
increasing webbingness on the left like a seal. And from
her came the odor that only fish and a large quantity. I
was increasingly disgusted at her very presence and took my
leave of her quickly.

This in no way pleased my new bride. She stormed into the
room I had chosen to retreat into so that I could regain my
composure.

"What was that?" she demanded a fieriness in her eyes.

"I am sorry I was not expecting her to be..." I started but
could not bring myself to finish. Words, once my stock and
trade now fled from describing the horror and disgust at
the woman who was to live within my home.

"I realize she is not what you might expect as a friend of
mine but she suffers the same illness my mother had. It
deforms the features over time. It is that that brought the
stories of unholy relations between the folk of Innsmouth
and the denizens of the sea," she said consoling me. "My
father did seek a cure for that malady all his life."

The question came unbidden to my lips and escaped before I
could stop it. "Do you suffer from that illness?" I asked
afeared for her.

"No," she said smiling a bit. "It passes every few
generations. Closest it comes to me is my inability to see
colours and the troubles of my back.

"Oh my poor love," I said and hugged her deep to me.

To this she bristled again but soothed almost instantly.

As time passed over the next month I found myself growing
more accustom to these three new additions to my life. My
good friend Dan did come by and I worked to impress him
with the things taught me by Asenath and the incredible
arts she and I were studying. All of this seemed to please
him save some reservation at the sight of Eunice. This I
understood all too well.

As time passed I noticed I had began sleeping later and
later sometimes awakening to find I had sleep walked to the
library or the small stores of objects Asenath had in the
cellar. Still during this time my new bride was so haunted
by acts done to her by her father that my very touch in an
affectionate way brought her discomfort. This vexed me for
we were wed and the lack of contact of this sort was
frustrating.

One evening I entered our bedroom and she was upon the bed
with Eunice both of them dressed provocatively. Asenath as
I walked in did seem to be caressing Eunice's face with
great affection.

"What is this?" I asked unsure of this odd scene.

"Edward, I have noticed how my reluctance to have show
affection to you has distressed you and I thought I could
ask Eunice to help us," she smiled as if what she had said
was nothing more than an invitation to tennis. "I had said
before how Eunice had been my companion since childhood
well she was there when my father had done those despicable
act to me and she comforted me as only a woman can."

Eunice as my wife talked kissed her affectionately on the
neck and ran her large hands over her shoulders. The act at
the same time revolted and thrilled me.

"You see since Eunice was not a man I could be touched by
her without thought of my father. What I am offering you is
a place with us. Do you not think that there is room in our
bed for three?" she said coyly.

Eunice had turned to me and slowly slid my jacket off and
was working the front of my shirt. My nose caught her scent
as soon as she came toward me. It had changed; there was
still the odor or fish but here it came with another scent
one I cannot describe. It was an old animal smell one that
awoke in me an animal nature I did not know I had.

The two stripped me and Eunice went about readying herself
for me. As she lay on the bed, undressed, I noticed
excepting her face and hands she was quite comely. She was
heavy hipped and her bust dwarfed Asenath by a good bit.
But like Asenath she too had no hair but for her head, also
there were dark lines under her ribs before her waist; all
this enflamed me. Before I mounted her Asenath crawled onto
my back and lay her arms and legs onto mine mimicking my
position. I felt her mirror my every movement as I entered
Eunice. She bucked like a wild woman as I easily slid into
her felling the wetness of her but little heat. Her hands
clamped to Asenath behind me dragging me deeper and deeper
into her with my every trust into her. Even with the wild
fury of our act Eunice remained but Luke-warm to the touch
yet sweet sweat came from her. On we went for some time
till my mussels seemed about to give.

I fell upon her and said, "No more I cannot go on."

"Are you spent?" asked Asenath in my ear.

"No I just cannot go on," I gasped.

"Then let me finish in your stead," she said and moved to
look directly into my eyes.

The world shifted again as it did before at Niagara but
easier it seemed. Again I was plunged into a monochromatic
world. Large rough hands were on my back pulling me into a
body thrusting into another and with a since of power the
body stiffened and fell upon the woman beneath it. My mind
came back to me as Eunice continued to caress my smooth
skin. Asenath in my form shifted under me and slid from
between Eunice and I. A tired smile crossed his face as he
watched Eunice glide her hands in chorus over my skin. She
then kissed me. The kiss was not like that which I
experienced from Asenath in my body. This kiss was deep as
she probed my mouth with her tongue. Her hands were
elsewhere also probing me and his hands were on my too. My
legs, my breasts, my sex, my arms nothing was missed, and
again, I was in heaven living within Asenath's skin.

Suddenly I felt Eunice's hand begin to undo the clasps of
the black corset about my waist. My eyes shot open as I saw
my old hand slap Eunice angrily. Then he said something in
a language I could not recognize. It's timber rose and fell
so quickly I scarcely thought it was a language at all more
of a long screech, but for the fact that I could tell that
Eunice understood it. A fierceness was in the eyes I had
once known as mine, a fierceness that scared me and in some
deep recess thrilled me also.

"In the heat of the moment she had forgotten about my
back," he explained as Eunice began touching him anew. Her
head plunged into his lap as his left hand cupped the back
of her head. His right still on my thigh crept into my sex,
sending thrill after thrill up my braced back.

My eyes were clamped closed so I did not realize he was
going to mount me till he was upon me. He entered me almost
violently and thrust with a more maddening fury.

"I am Edward," he panted with each thrust. "Who are you?"

As the waves of pleasure grew into a tidal wave crushing my
senses I bellowed my answer: "I am Asenath."

IV

After that first night our strange acts of sexual congress
began happening on a regular basis always ending with
myself being Asenath and she I. What worried me was that
each time our exchange seemed to last a longer time. Also
it seemed to happen with more frequency as the year
progressed. By our first anniversary I found myself Asenath
for days at a time and more than twice a month. What
worried me more was when Asenath would go out in my body.

She had told me very harshly never to stray from the house
in her body lest someone find it was not she in it but she
left in my body with ease and without fear. Worse was the
times when I would find myself suddenly Edward again in
some odd place with no idea of my location or how to return
for I could not drive her Packard.

I learned quickly that on these instances she sent the
Sargents or some mechanic to retrieve the car and me. But
what worried me most were the places she would go in my
body.

Her answer came to me readily when I quizzed her as to her
reasoning on these locations.

"The first night we were together do you remember what I
said to you about a man's brain?" she responded as if
speaking to a child.

"I think I do," I said truthfully.

"I said, 'Had I a man's brain I could become a far greater
wizard than even my father.' In response to that you said I
could have yours. I am merely holding you to your word,"
she said smiling. "Do you not enjoy being in my body? Have
you not said many a time that it fits you well?"

"I suppose," I said haltingly.

"Well I tell you it does fit you better. I never was much
one for being a woman. The frailty of the form and the
constraints of the sex were things uncomfortable and
intolerable to me. But know this I do not intend to steal
your body from you I ask for it and you seem happy to give
it," she said evenly.

I sat there for a bit thinking of what she said. In the end
I relaxed my concerns and we fell into the same habit.

Time wore on and I found myself more and more comfortable
as Asenath and growing more and more reclusive. By our
third year I seldom even saw Dan and it seemed out of
Asenath's presence, for she grew wary of my friend and his
family, I became more worried of the ramifications of our
actions. Had we gone too far? What would happen if I were
unable to by myself any more? What was she doing away as
myself?

Plagued with these thoughts I let some slip and Dan wanted
to help but I could not tell him it all. I feared Asenath
might be right. What if I was meant to be the wife and she
the husband.

My father died the next month and I fell into a deep
depression. She went away in my body with my not even
questioning. It came upon the seventh week of this stint as
Asenath that my mind wondered into her library. When you
spend a great time with someone you begin noticing thing
about one another. Markedly I knew Asenath wrote with her
left hand, back handedly as it is called. Yet my mind could
not get around that she did all else with her right.
Wandering the shelves I came upon the texts written by her
father. The script was flowing and deep and something about
it rang home in my memory.

Then I saw it; the passage was concerning his coven and the
secret names there in. Among the names was the one he was
given: Kamog. The name that the Sargents and Eunice called
Asenath as times; the familiar she said was a name of
endearment given her by her father. But the name was never
uttered as an endearment it was spoken with reverence like
one would say "Holiness" to a bishop. Then the writing
struck home it was the same as Asenath's when she would
write with her right hand by mistake.

I quickly placed the book back onto the shelf as if the
knowledge it hinted at burned me. Then the feeling came;
the feeling of a rushing wind that came just before I
became myself again.

Colour came back into the world but it was dark. I was
underground again in a damp cavern lit by torches. I was in
robes and a man was before me talking in a low
conspiratorial voice.

"We shall finish the exchange at Hallowmass in Chesuncook,
then you shall be him, my old master," he said smiling
insidiously.

I gasped. They had been talking of making it all permanent.
The man's expression faltered and he motioned to someone
behind me. An arm went round my neck and I struggled to
break free but all went dark.

Next I knew I was back in the Packard being driven back to
the house. Fears gripped my mind as to the drive wore on as
to what I had married and what it now meant to happen to
me.

Arriving home Asenath met the car and commanded me into the
house. She then climbed into the car and road off to return
the driver. I ran to Dan's to tell him all I could but
found my words halting before I could get it all out,
finally when I seemed to get some composure a honk came
from outside. It was Asenath and she would have me return
with her. Like many of those she mesmerized I could not
resist her will.

In the car she relaxed her will enough for me to talk.

"You are not Asenath are you?" I asked weakly.

"What have you learned?" she asked and I found myself
realizing she was like her father, old Ephraim Waite, with
his scowl and hunched posture. I did not have such a
posture in her body it was the mind that twisted it so.

"I saw one of his old books his writing matched yours at
times," I said gaining more confidence in my thoughts. "And
the name, 'Kamog,' it was his in the coven."

"Does it matter? I will not be Asenath any longer after
Hallowmass that shall be your name and this your form," she
said parking and shoving a cloth into my face.

Darkness engulfed me shoving me down into an abyss darker
than the caverns where she took me at times when she were
I. My dreams were dark and filled with shifting faces I
kept changing from myself to Asenath and wild beasts only
partially human touched my bearskin.

Images of Asenath walking about with the head of Ephraim
then removing his head and placing it onto mine then mine
to hers. I ran my legs sheathed in silk my chest tight in a
corset. Horrors of him violently taking me and impregnating
me with unholy kin ran though my dreams like torture. To
die small, frail and female, taken for mad for I claimed to
be Edward Derby.

V

I finally awoke to find myself locked in the library. I
knew not what day it was but feared some time had passed
for the trees look more towards the dead of June then the
beginning of May as I remembered it being. I looked across
the shelves praying there was some tomb that could help me
escape my ungodly fate.

In there I found it in the most evil of books the
Necronomicon of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred. It told of a
way to immortality by exchanging body for body. All one
needed was a subject with a weak will and yet a learned
mind. It also warned of the loss of power between minds of
differing sexes lest the subject be of a different species.
To my fears it wrote of the Deep Ones/human hybrids being a
favorable exchange for their large brains. These creatures
were children of the aquatic humanoid servants of the elder
gods and humans. They seemed human with slight aquatic
traits yet the Deep One blood was too strong for it won out
in the end sending even the most human seeming hybrid into
a fast reversion into a sea dwelling beast.

Suddenly in dawned on me that was what Eunice was she was
one of these poor creatures; her odd eye, her hands, the
odor she exudes all these were markings of her heritage not
some disease. I had made love with some half fish beast not
once but many times. Asenath had made me both give and take
affections from it and now meant to lock me into her body
so that she could make me continue in this manner.

Just then there was a burning in my sides below my ribs and
under the corset I had always been trapped in when inside
Asenath's body. It was unbearable, shrieked and fought to
free myself of the clothing had between the burning and me.
Last there was the corset that I had been forbidden to
remove under any circumstances. I faltered for moments then
stumbled through the bindings till I was free of the
garment. I breathed deep as my lungs could after all this
time fill with air, then I felt it. To say the feeling was
indescribable would be a lie I had felt it's like before
but nothing on this scale. I was like unto having a deep
cut there when the muscle around it is flexed the skin
pulls the cut opens it to the open air and what seems to be
a breeze flows over the uncovered wound. It rides the line
on this side of unpleasant but here if was far greater. No
pain or weakness came from my back or lower body at all but
below my ribs came this open wound feeling and it ran from
spine to front. I looked down and there they were. They
burned for lack of air or use or both but the were there
moving with my every breath. They were gills, flaps of skin
that were meant to cycle water for oxygen. Eunice was not
the only hybrid here I too was in the body of one. It all
made sense, the lack of recognition of colour, the coldness
of her skin, her lack of hair. And Asenath meant for me to
stay one and her to be free of the body forever.

I would not let this happen I would stop this. No matter
the cost Asenath or Ephraim would not be allowed to take my
body. I would fight this.

Then it happened I felt the rush of returning to my body.
Colour filled the world again but not much light. I was
underground again most probably in Chesuncook with the
coven. As if proving my thought I saw them all about me in
a wide circle and a flash of light then filled the room
coming from the open space in the circle. It was as if a
large door opened in the floor. The analogy was right for
from the gash in the floor came forms I had seen only in
books of ancient and forbidden knowledge, but for the
slight descriptions given half heartedly I found them in
unholy clarity here before me. And from their presence I
knew where I was. They were the shoggoths, the unholy shape
shifters and in their midst was their god Shub-Niggurath.
My blood froze as the mass turned toward me. Eyes not seen
but felt, god help me, felt scanned me with a gaze that if
the will were mine would have seized my heart and struck me
dead, for my fate was worse here than any I dreamed in the
Crowninshield house. Here I was before a god and Elder one.
With luck my soul would be retched from my body and sweet
death would take me. For worse things are there than death
and this being could deliver those things in abundance.

A chant started to ring the room and rang further from the
new comers and finally from their master: "Kamog! Kamog!"
The name that name of the unholy beast that took my body.
My mind reeled as the things shifted forms and joined to
shape into creatures of pleasure for the coven. "Kamog!
Kamog!" continued to resound through the blasphemous cavern
as my mind spun into madness. Ripping the robes from my
body I ran, for my life, for my sanity, for my very
existence. I ran for fear that I would be overtaken and all
these things would be arrested from me and ripped bloodily
from my clutches.

Madness had consumed me and severed my rational mind I know
not when the constables of the town found me and sent for
Dan but he came. The part of my mind that had grown
accustom to being female wish to hug and kiss him
passionately for being my savior but it could not override
my near catatonic state. I muttered and ranted through out
the ride back to Arkham trying to tell him all that had
happened but it was too much. The woman in me wished to
break down and cry on his shoulder yet all the years of
being my father's son fought this and tried to be strong. I
was nearly to my senses when she came again.

I felt her clawing powerful consciousness seize my mind and
crowd me out. I tried to fight but part of me did not wish
to, part of me wanted to be in the world of women to be
taken care of and sheltered. Then I was gone back in the
house, back into that only partially human female body.
Shades of grey were my only colours and the servants had
me.

The women held me as the old man glared into my face taking
stock as to my personality. An evil grim crossed his face
as a wild cat crosses the Sahara hunting a gazelle. Slowly
he began to disrobe.

"The master said for us to teach you not to meddle in his
affairs," he said in his slurred manner. "I have not had
the pleasure of giving your form instruction since the
master has occupied it."

Suddenly I realized I was in the state I had left the body
some time ago; dressed only in garter and stockings. He
pawed my breast sending an unwelcome thrill to my stomach.
Whatever my mind thought this body for some reason welcomed
his touch possibly longed for it. My mind gagged on the
thought.

When his shirt came off the skin underneath was mottled and
not uniform. Suddenly bits of his discoloured flesh began
to move like the muscle beneath had been replaced with
worms, or some other wiggling, writhing creatures. He came
close and his tongue spat from his mouth and coiled onto my
cheek. A cold shiver round though me as his long tongue
caressed my face as if it licked a lollypop. His pants fell
to the floor and I saw his legs twisted and hairy much like
the hindquarters of a goat. But my horror became flesh in
the member that moved between his thighs. It moved and
wiggled like a cobra charmed by a flute it's head split in
two directions the flesh churning like the rest of him. A
bit of liquid glistened at the heads and when it touched my
shin it tingled and stung at the same time.

I screamed and tried to fight myself free but the hands of
the women held tight like vises. Horror of horrors I wished
to be free but the body wanted him. Wanted the flesh deep
in it turning and writhing like hundreds of maggots fused
into one. It wanted this abomination to touch it and fill
it possessing every portion of it's being. This body had
felt his touch and sang for it again.

"Give us a kiss Asenath," he said his tongue flicking out
like a snake's.

"I am not Asenath," I bellowed praying God in his mercy
would kill me rather than let this thing mount me.

"Oh no my dear you are Asenath, you smell like Asenath," he
laughed inhaling my neck. "You taste like Asenath," he said
licking my with his slimy tongue leaving an tingling trail
of liquid. " I'll even bet you sound like Asenath."

With that he rammed himself deep into me. I howled more
hopefully with pain than pleasure though I fear not. He
pound into me with a zeal an animal would envy, all the
while the women held me tight, so tight I fear they would
wrench my arms from their sockets. They too after a while
began touching and licking on my arms and breasts. I was in
a hell of violation and sick torture by beasts that were
human only in seaming but neither in fact nor action.

He at last stopped and they threw me down. I wept there on
the floor clutching what was left of the skirt I had wore
some unknown time ago. My tears fell to the floor of the
library as did blood from where he ripped me. Fear struck
me now as to what acts they would do to me now.

Moses simply redressed. A satisfied smile bled across his
face. "I knew you sounded like her. Resign yourself GIRL,"
he said with emphasis. "you are Asenath. You are she and
you shall remain so. This is what the master wishes and it
shall be."

With that they left the library locking it behind them. I
cowered there my breaths labored. God help me, my gills
burning.

VI

When he returned he exacted his evil revenge upon me
leaving me pained again. For the next month I stayed locked
in the library first wallowing in self-pity then finally my
mind set upon learning what I could about the spell. The
time it took to find the information was nothing compared
with what it took to fight it. The fact was Ephraim had to
have a weak willed subject. In Asenath he first found that
he took her and killed her poisoning her in his old body.
He then fought the fact that he was Asenath so that he
never fully linked to her body. His uncomfortableness
showed that. Then finding me gave him his next weak victim.
But I had stopped him my act of will had sent me back to my
body. Now I must do it again but I had to be ready.

He returned with my body two weeks later. I had planned all
that time. They had thought they had broken me snapped my
spirit as they had my mind in the pit of the shoggoths, but
it was not so their acts had fortified my need for escape
and end this at all cost. I secreted what I needed this
from in the room. I then called for him.

"What do you want Asenath?" he said venom in his voice.

"I am not Asenath," I said staring at my feet shod in hose.
They had given me clothes to where after my encounter with
him.

"You are more Asenath then ever I was," he laughed.

"I will not stay in this body," I said weakly my heart
pounding at the thought of defiance.

"What are you thinking Asenath?" he said trying to search
my mind.

I knew he could not tell my plan. His own notes had said as
much. Of all his power Ephraim had no talent for reading
minds only sensing intentions. Here was the key. He thought
himself so powerful any rebellion would easily be squashed
under his all-powerful will. But had the subject exact any
will of it's own the spell reversed. That was why he worked
the spell during sex, that is why he humiliated and
violated me to break any will I might have. My will would
never be strong enough to stop him completely but I could
free myself at least long enough to take action.

"I am not Asenath," I said focusing my own will and staring
him in the face.

He smiled at me evilly then his smile faltered. Suddenly
the rush came again. I was myself again Quickly I grabbed
the heavy candlestick from the where I had put it on the
table.

"I am Edward Derby," I said angrily bringing the stick down
hard on the head I formally occupied. I brought it down
time and time again till her head caved and then till the
head was but a mass of blood and flesh.

He was truly fiendish for standing over her dead body I
knew he had brought gun to kill me with.

The door behind me burst open behind me. Moses stood there
his face red with anger. I drew the gun and shot him in the
shoulder.

"Out!" I shouted shaking the gun at three servants. "Get
out of my house and never come back.

Seeing their former master dead they backed away. Quickly
they left but I feared I would see then again.

I then went down to the cellar and dug a small grave. Into
it I put the body of Asenath. Her face still seamed intact
thought the skull had caved. The face stared at me as I
covered it in the black moist earth.

I went and told Dan Happily triumphant but I sensed he did
not believe me no matter what he had seen on the ride back
from Chesuncook. I told him I was going to sell the
Crowninsheild house but I told him nothing of my killing
Asenath's body. I told him I had used magicks to free
myself from her. He seemed to believe me. I stayed there
that night secure in the thought it was all over.

But it was not I had wanted to free myself of the damned
house but found I could not. I brought my family servants
to help me vacate but could not make myself do it. Any time
I could I was away from the house at Dan's or in the town,
but I always returned.

I was drawn there you see, I know that now. No matter how
much I thought I had will his was stronger. Stronger far
than any. My battle was lost long before I crushed her
skull.

Slowly I felt him creep back. Needles in my brain as he
fought into me burned in my skull. Madness crept in as his
will broke me again. Dan had no choice but put me away in
Arkham Sanitarium. I hoped distance would keep me in myself
but at Candlemass I finally was lost.

The servants did it. They must have. They contacted the
coven and the performed the rite giving my body over to
him.

The thrust fell upon me again in the cell at the mad house.
My world went black. I was cold ungodly cold. There was
movement in me but I was not in control of it. I was in the
earth dirk in my dry eyes worms had dug into me finding
flesh to feed upon. Again I was Asenath but she had been
dead now three months and a half. Fear and madness helped
me burst from the small grave I had made for her body. Will
gave me strength to move up the stairs. I knew what must
happen. Dan must kill it. I could do nothing now. What
little power I had would be gone soon. I had precious
little time to do anything at all. I had to get it killed.
It could not go on. It had to die.

I made for the phone, but the effort was extreme the flesh
had rotted in the damp earth but kept better than had it
been interred in a cemetery. The moisture kept the body as
if it were in peat. I grasped the receiver and lost most
bits of my hand as I dialed Dan's number. When he answered
I tried to speak but me larynx were too far gone all that
came were garbled croaking sounds. I had to go to him. Luck
was with me for no one was in the house as I made my way to
my wardrobe to wrap myself so that my flesh would not
disintegrate in the trip.

I took up pin and ink and wrote him a letter:

"Dan - go to the sanitarium and kill it. Exterminate it. It
isn't Edward Derby any more. She got me - it's Asenath -
and she has been dead three months and a half. I lied when
I said she had gone away. I killed her. I had to. It was
sudden, but we were alone and I was in my right body. I saw
a candlestick and smashed her head in. She would have got
me for good at Hallowmass.

"I buried her in the farther cellar storeroom under some
old boxes and cleaned up all the traces

"I thought for a while I was all right, and then I felt the
tugging at my brain. I knew what it was - I ought to have
remembered. A soul like hers - or Ephraim's - is half
detached, and keeps right on after death as long as the
body lasts. She was getting me - making me change bodies
with her-seizing my body and purting me in that corpse of
hers buried in the cellar.

"I knew what was coming - that's why I snapped and had to
go to the asylum. Then it came - I found myself choked in
the dark - in Asenath's rotting carcass down there in the
cellar under the boxes where I put it. And I knew she must
be in my body at the sanitarium - permanently, for it was
after Hallowmass, and the sacrifice would work even without
her being there - sane, and ready for release as a menace
to the world. I was desperate, and in spite of everything I
clawed my way Out.

"I'm too far gone to talk - I couldn't manage to telephone
- but I can still write.. Kill that fiend if you value the
peace and comfort of the world. See that it is cremated. If
you don't, it will live on and on, body to body forever,
and I can't tell you what it will do. Keep clear of black
magic, Dan, it's the devil's business. Goodbye - you've
been a great friend. Tell the police whatever they'll
believe - and I'm damnably sorry to drag all this on you.
I'll be at peace before long - this thing won't hold
together much more. Hope you can read this. And kill that
thing - kill it.

Yours - Ed."

I treaded through the woods making my way to Dan's house. I
beat on the door till I know my hand was no more then
finally I knocked the knock Dan had known me for. Dan
opened the door and heat hit me. I could feel myself
unknit. I knew my time was at an end. I tried to talk but
again but the same sound came out like before. I thrust the
note onto Dan's hands and tried to leave. Full of fear and
revulsion Dan shut the door.

My job done I fell. My last bit of will spent in turning
away from Dan. Again I was filled with the feeling of
crawling things moving inside me consuming what flesh was
left. Slowly I came uncoupled from the rot I was in. A cold
feeling filled my drifting soul. I had died Asenath.

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katorence@yahoo.com — Mon, 05 Dec 2005 19:17:18 GMT

Igor's Adventures in Ginger
By Kim Torence

I watched patiently as Dr. Boris Balintoff switched all the
castaways waiting for him to see his mistake. Seven people
meant only three switches and one left over. He switched
them in opposite lines (rich and powerful for weak and
poor, big and manly for small and effeminate, cute and
simple for smart and handsome) leaving the movie star with
no one to switch with.

"Take care of her Igor," the doctor barked at me, motioning
to the tied woman as he escorted the professor and the girl
down to the dungeon. He was pleased with himself, he would
secure them down stairs and then retire for the night.

I had all the time I wanted and I wanted to spend it as the
beautiful redhead. I bullied her into the pod and untied
her, and then closing the door I ran for the controls. I
watched Balintoff build and work the machine and knew how
to run it giving myself five seconds on the timer I ran for
the second pod.

The world spun around on me and I found myself in the other
pod. There was a brighter sheen on the world than when I
stepped into the pod, not only that everything seemed
bigger. When I breathed I felt a constriction around my
chest like there was a belt around my ribs. As I breathed
in I also noticed the overwhelming smell of perfume and
lipstick. I took a step forward and knew I was in the Movie
star's body for I felt the tops of the thigh high stockings
rub together and nearly fell off her high heels.

I looked down for the first time and saw the red dress she
had on when I pushed her into the pod only not I had it on
as well as everything under it.

I heard her in the next pod start to panic I had to work
fast. Odds are that she would not realize what had happened
till she actually saw herself. Until then she would take
for granted that she was still in her own body. I had to
get her down stairs with the others and I had to do it from
behind her so she would not see me in her body. I kicked
off the heels making a mental note to come back for them
later and stepped out of the pod. Fortunately she was
turning inside the pod trying to figure out where the door
handle was. As a safeguard it was hidden on the inside
making it easier for us to keep our captives inside if we
switched with them. I pulled up the skirt on the dress I
was in and grabbed the gun in the control panel. Opening
the pod door I jammed the gun into what used to be my ribs.

"Back out," I said marveling that my voice came from her
voice box, but Balintoff had said this was because we speak
our own way no matter how the larynx are different, he also
said over time we would take on the voice of the body as
the mind gets used to it. I planned to find out. "Get out
of the pod, little lady, and down to the dungeon," I barked
in my best henchman voice.

I clutched her shoulder and walked her to the door. When we
got to the dungeon door I turned her to the wall pulled out
the keys from my old belt. She grunted as I did this so I
unlocked the door and pushed her down before she could
figure anything out. Part of me wished she would break my
old neck falling down in the hope I wouldn't go back to
that smelly ugly old body. But with my old strength and
frame I knew she would only be bruised.

I slammed the door and locked it. Finally I was safe, the
castaways down locked down stairs Boris up in his bed. Now
I could enjoy the woman's body. I looked down at my new
hand, so small and soft and feminine. I ran for the nearest
mirror.

I had wanted to try this ever since the doctor had started
work on this machine. I had always been big and ugly. As a
child I hulked over all the other children and everyone was
afraid of me. Over time I wanted to be anything but the big
ugly monster I was so I started working Balintoff in the
hopes something like this would come along. When he started
getting success with animals I went out and captured the
Honeymooning couple that had rented a boat and landed here
hoping for a secluded holiday. Boris had me put the woman
into the machine to switch with a chicken and the chicken
in her body ran off and dove out the upper window killing
itself in her body. The woman we kept in the cells in the
west wing of the castle.

I had gone out to collect the woman's smashed body when the
doctor came up behind me and asked if I wanted to try the
man's body out. I looked down at the dead woman's body and
realized I didn't simply want to be smaller and attractive
I wanted to be a woman also.

"No, I wanted to be her," I said not thinking.

"I didn't know you swung that way, Igor. We'll see what we
can do later," He laughed.

Well now was later and I was now Ginger Grant. I looked at
my mane of red hair, my dazzling green eyes, and my full
soft lips. I was a goddess. My straight white teeth shined
back at me. I cupped my new breasts with my small hands. I
had to be a D cup if not more.

I ran back to the transfer room and collected my heels then
put then back on and I watched in a mirror as I walked in
them. I still moved like an ape much like the one the
Balintoff switched the man with before putting both down in
the cells across from the woman/chicken. The man in the ape
also killed himself. Once a male model he could not stand
being a monster and hung himself. Only his body with the
despondent ape remained of him. The ape had taken to
unceasing masturbation to keep his mind off his fate.

I stopped walking for a minute and cleared my head closed
my eyes and just walked for a minute I felt odd then I
stopped thinking about myself and just thought "Walk." Not
thinking of the actual act just as a statement as if I was
giving myself a command. After a minute I opened my eyes
and looked in the mirror as I moved. I was amazed when I
let her body's muscle memory take over I moved just like
her. Feeling how her body moved around me I knew I had to
see more of it. I took the gun and the keys and went up to
my room.

I ran up the stairs loving the way my breasts felt bobbing
on my chest for a while then I started taking the stairs
slower as they started to hurt. I unlocked the door to my
room; a large room twin to Boris's in the east wing but
filled with a feminine décor.

Since my revelation over the dead woman's body I started
seeing if femininity was what I really wanted. I ordered
things from all over to give myself a taste of life as a
woman. I tried to dress up but found I was even less
attractive as a woman than as a man.

But feeling the clothes and scents and makeup I knew it was
what I wanted.

I spotted my new self in the mirror and watched myself walk
again. I felt a tickle like butterflies in my abdomen and a
tingle in my bosom. I think I was turning myself on.

I remember looking at this body in movies before she had
disappeared and wanting to get inside her. I giggled to
think; now I was, just not in the same way. I stopped. The
laugh that had escaped me was not my own.

"I'm getting accustomed to her body," I said in my old
voice. "Damn." I closed my eyes and tried to remember her
voice: High, singy, almost cartoonie. I took a deep breath
and tried talking from my throat and not my chest like the
voice lessons say. "Boop-boop be-do," I said. It wasn't her
voice but it was a woman's voice, closer than I could ever
get before.

I smiled that award-winning smile happy that her
expressions came with her face.

I turned around to see if I could find out how to get in
and out of the dress I was in and found a zipper in the
back. With a little trouble I slipped the dress off leaving
me only in underwear. I wondered how she could keep such
dainty things in tact on that island. Standing there in a
maiden form brassiere, white satin panties a lace garter
belt and stockings I felt that tingle again. I smiled and
posed provocatively for myself.

Caressing myself all over, I started to strip for myself.
The brassiere went down to my hips and clasped in the front
so it made for a wonderful show. I pulled the brassiere
open and let it slide off my arms and hit the floor. For a
moment I just stood there staring at my breasts. She had
never done any nude or topless photos like other starlets
had recently, so I had never seen these perfect breasts
that now sat on my chest. I was in awe. She needn't have
worn such an industrial strength brassiere as she had, or
maybe because of it she had perfectly formed breasts that
were firm and looked still in their teens. Her, no now my
nipples were the size of quarters and pink and got hard as
they were suddenly exposed to the cool room. I hugged them
to me and kissed them. I thought I would try sucking on
them later like I had seen in a few skin magazines but I
was still half dressed.

Her panties were high on the hips and low on the leg like
the bathing suites of a few years ago, she obviously
couldn't keep up with fashion. They met up with the
brassiere and were on over the garter belt not part of it
like I thought. It was soft and smooth and skin tight out
of a stretchy material that was more support that anything
else. I slid them down my skin colored stockinged legs with
a little thrill as I found I was a true redhead and well
manicured at that. Part of me wondered how they got razors
on that island not to mention makeup and perfume for that
matter but that wasn't my concern. Why should I care how
she took care of this body when it was hers? It's mine now
and I had more than enough supplies to take care of it.

I stepped out of the panties and walked over to the dresser
still in the garter belt, hose and heels. With the woman's
body dead I took possession of her things. None of them fit
the old me so I just filed them away. After sizing my new
self up I realized, though the woman wasn't as beautiful as
I was now. We did share the same measurements.

After over an hour of playing dress up I found myself in
what must have been what she had wanted to wear on their
first night together, a lacy black corset with matching
panties, garter, silk stockings and shoes. I was at the
height of narcissism as I began to touch myself all over.

Now those who had seen me before might wonder at the change
in me but all this time I was playing to the stereotype I
had always been put into from childhood. No matter how
smart I was inside I was always seen as a giant, hulking
monster, so I played to it and let everyone think that was
how I was. Now it was different I could be so much more
now. Thank god for women's lib!

I ran my hands over the sheer and lace material loving
every sensuous inch of the fabric as it touched my skin.
Slowly my right hand slid into the panties and over the
downy red locks beneath, while my left caressed my right
nipple. When my middle red nailed finger connected with my
clitoris it was like electricity and I moaned deeply like
the woman I now was. Again I opened my eyes and stared into
the mirror watching this beautiful woman pleasure herself.
Within moments I felt a build in my abdomen and I shrieked
as I came. It was incredible, like nothing I had ever felt
before. And I wanted more.

For a minute I was afraid someone might have heard me then
I realized I was most of the castle away from anyone who
mattered all that could have heard me was the chicken-woman
and the man-ape on the floor below me. Then it dawned on
me, I wanted to try more and just below me there was the
under-sexed ape in the man's body. I pulled the red dress
over what I still had on and set out with keys and gun in
hand.

The black heels from the woman's honeymoon made a louder
clicking than the ones I had on before and I smiled at the
sound. I also smiled at the whisper that the stockings made
when they glanced each other as I walked. All was feel and
sensation as I moved. Swaying hips, bobbing breasts, swish
of hair, click of heels and kiss of silk on silk, all this
made me drunk with sensuality and had me burning with
desire by the time I made it to the floor below.

I could smell him as I walked down the corridor between the
cells. Sweet sweat and cum mixed with the hay in which he
slept. My skin sang to be touched by him as I heard the
grunts of his laborious self-gratifications. I tried to
pull everything in as I slowly walked to his cell.

She heard me as I walked though. The woman still in the
chicken's body heard the clicking of her old heels on the
stone floor.

"Help!" she half clucked jumping up onto the barred window
at the top of the cell door. She had been a chicken for a
good month now and against her will, her mind was starting
to conform to her new body. I wondered how fast I would
conform to this body seeing that it was what I wanted.

"Help me!" she clucked again and laid an egg
absentmindedly. She jumped as the egg hit the floor with a
crack. "I'm a not a chicken! My name is Susan Bonner. That
madman and his henchman did this to me!"

I put my red nailed index finger to my painted lips and
shushed her. Trying to look like I was trying to help I
unlocked her cell and inched my way inside the cell. The
room stank of chicken shit and rotten eggs.

"Thank God you've come, I thought I would die in here," she
half-clucked as she fluttered around the cell.

"Calm down and come here," I said in my new voice coaxing
her forward.

She slowly came to me then stopped and looked at my shoes,
just before I picked her up.

"That's funny those look like the shoes I bought for my
honeymoon," she clucked.

"They are you silly goose," I said petting her neck.

"I'm not a goose," she said nervously.

"No, but you're a dead duck," I said snapping her neck and
tossing her to the back of the cell.

I watched her body cavort around for a bit not knowing it
was already dead. I looked down at my hands. All that and I
hadn't chipped a nail.

I turned and left the slowly settling chicken, unlocking
the door to cross to the other cell. I had been tired of
hearing her screech and scream all night and the last thing
I wanted to hear while I was with the body of her husband
was her caterwauling.

I looked in at him through the barred window and was met
with his stare. It was all animal and hungry but not for
food. The doctor had mentioned that even though the
personalities had been switched there was a good amount of
residual memory left in the brain and the ape would start
fantasizing about women and not female apes. From the look
he was giving me he knew what I was and he wanted me. I
gave a little excited sigh and unlocked the door.

He stood and then walked around me in an arc sniffing the
air as I came into the cell. I think he could smell my
excitement. Slowly I stripped out of the dress and stood
there in the outfit that was meant to excite his body on
it's wedding night. I saw that it did now also. Slowly he
moved over to me and began to touch my arm in a slow gentle
caress. Then made his way to my face and as he played a
finger over my lips I pulled it into my mouth and sucked on
it. I looked into his eyes and saw understanding. He slowly
pulled his finger out and then kissed me. A man had never
kissed me before but he must have been running all of Rog's
memories of sex over and over in his mind because he took
me not like an animal but a man with an animal's passion.

When his rough hands touched me it was like electricity. He
pawed at the corset so I removed it and he kissed and
sucked on my nipples. We were both on fire. Braced against
the wall with him pinning me, I slid my panties down over
my silk-covered legs.

He thrust at me but could not connect. Slowly I guided him
to lie down and straddled him. Over the smell of him I
could suddenly smell my own juices flowing. I positioned
myself on his dick and slowly lowered myself onto him. The
feeling was indescribable but he filled me. He thrust into
me and gripped my left breast with one hand and my ass with
his left. I rode him for what seemed like forever then he
flipped me down onto the ground and mounted me. I wanted
him deeper and deeper inside me. I clawed at his back and
gripped his ass. He grunted like the animal he once was.
And just before I felt my climax coming he tensed and I
felt him cum inside me. He slumped and fell on top of me
sweaty and tired. Within moments he was asleep.

Slowly I squirmed out from under him. And with little
effort I finished myself off. I realized that what I had
heard women say before was true, "Men just go for their own
bang then fall asleep and leave us to fend for ourselves."

Afterward I felt raw and at least a little sticky so I
washed up a bit in the bathroom down the hall. I put all
the clothes I came down here with and started back down the
east wing in the hopes of paying the doctor back for this
wonderful new home. Maybe he would be better than the ape.
I hoped he didn't mind sloppy seconds. As I passed the
transfer room I heard the castaways inside and the doctor.

"Where is Igor?" he yelled.

I opened the door and said in my old voice so that he knew
it was me, "In here, feels good."

Suddenly all of the castaways were grabbing us and threw me
into a pod the power came on and suddenly I was in my old
body in the other pod. They freed Ginger in her old body
and then shoved the doctor in with me. He was yelling at me
when all the castaways but the small one left then I
noticed the dog chase the cat into the other pod.

With a smile the small castaway threw the switch and flung
us into the two animals.

"Quick let's stop them," said the doctor in the cat's body.

"Yes Doctor," I said in hopes of getting the stars body
back.

We ran past them up to the laser cannon on the second
story. But it was to no avail they were gone by the time we
figured-out we could not work it in our new state. Given
time we might be able to crowd our old bodies back into the
pod and get back to normal but I would have to wait to be a
woman again.

Meanwhile on the boat Ginger looked down at herself and
with a worried look on her face.

"What's wrong Ginger?" Maryann asked quietly.

"I don't have any shoes like these and I didn't come here
in black hose," she said. "Not only that I think I'm
wearing a corset."

"I thought you were walking funny," whispered Maryann.

"That's not why I was walking funny," said Ginger.

The End

What do you like best about dressing?

katorence@yahoo.com — Fri, 02 Dec 2005 00:08:36 GMT

I love sheer fabrics like stockings and hose and the feel of filling a bra and the tightness of fitted or stretching fabrics holding me in.