Cathy

CATHY by Waldo

Chapter 1 - The phone call Chapter 2 - My house guest Chapter 3 - My new relationship Chapter 4 - The search begins Chapter 5 - It's her Chapter 6 - The estate Chapter 7 - The inquisition Chapter 8 - The beach Chapter 9 - Daily routine Chapter 10 - The weekend Chapter 11 - The visits Chapter 12 - The Three Musketeers Chapter 13 - The abduction Chapter 14 - Bro or Sis Chapter 14 - Jan and Mark The End

Cathy by Waldo

Chapter 1 - The phone call

An unexpected phone ring woke me up from a deep sleep. I glanced at the bedside clock, observing that it was two in the morning. Before I answered the phone, I tried to guess who was calling at that ungodly hour. Being a manager of a large computer network, I'm used to a server crash late night emergencies.

"Hello", I answered in a sleepy voice.

"Sorry to call you at this late hour. I'm Detective Ralph Watkins. Are you Mr. Wayne Houseman?"

I woke up, trying to shake the groggy sound from my voice. "Yes, that's me."

"Again let me apologize for calling at this late hour. Do you have a niece named Cathy Bell?"

"Yes, Cathy is my deceased brother's daughter and lives somewhere in Texas. Is she in trouble?"

"Please describe her for me!" he repeated, ignoring my questions.

"I haven't seen Cathy since my brother's funeral and her mother moved back to Texas about eight years ago. At that time, Cathy was fourteen, had natural blonde hair and wore dental braces on her teeth. I haven't seen her since, but I would assume that she would be twenty-two and still blonde."

"Can I surmise from your description that she isn't in her late forties and has dark hair?"

"Good god, no. What's going on?"

"Frankly, Mr. Houseman, I don't know. I've got a woman who was found unconscious in a parking lot. When she woke up on the ambulance ride to a hospital, she started screaming and claiming that her body had been stolen. Because she was so freaked out, the ambulance took her to a mental hospital. I was called in to investigate. She identified herself as Cathy Bell, still claiming some type of body exchange. When questioned how it occurred, she explained that a woman stopped her in the parking lot and somehow traded bodies with her. Can you to come down and make a positive identification that the person that I'm questioning, isn't who she claims to be?"

Walking into a mental hospital emergency room at four a.m. isn't a thrill. Detective Watkins was waiting for me and escorted me into a hospital room. He was in early thirties, a tall black man that looked like he worked out daily. He escorted me to her room as he whispered "She had to be sedated and restrained because she was becoming violent. I'm going to wake her up and question her again. Then I'll identify you as a doctor to see if she recognizes you. Is that your niece?"

I looked at the restrained sleeping woman on the bed. She was in her late forties, had a narrow face and looked nothing like Cathy or any of her family. The woman's unflattering hairstyle reminded me of my aunt's older hairstyle, especially with her mousy brown hair mixed with the very evident gray strands. She wasn't attractive, but she wasn't ugly either. She looked like a mousy schoolteacher, who didn't like wearing the latest clothes' styles, and who the kids just knew had never been married. Or fucked. I shook my head no. The Detective walked over to the bed and gently shook the woman as he called out in his deep bass voice "Wake up, Miss."

She opened her eyes and stared at him. He declared "As I said earlier, I'm Detective Watkins and I've been assigned to your case. What is your name?"

"Catthy. I'm Cathy Beell. I told you that already. Gett my mother here." she slurred her words from the effect of the medication.

"Where is your home?"

"I'm from Austin Texas, but I've been trying to get a modeling job up heere for the last week."

"Do you have any local relatives or friends that can identify you?"

She rolled her eyes slightly from the effects of the medication before she drowsily replied "Only a uncle that I haven't seen in eight years. His number's in the phone book."

The detective winked at me to let me know that he wanted to play along with him, as he asked "Doctor Jenkins, can this patient be moved tomorrow?"

The woman turned her head and looked at me with her dull and glazed eyes. Then a glimmer of recognition glowed in her eyes as a smile formed on her lips. She mumbled in a pleading voice "Uncle Wayne. It's me. Cathy, your niece. Please tell them who I am!"

I looked her straight in the face and lied to her "I'm Doctor Jenkins. I've have been assigned to help you while you're here in the hospital."

"No. No. NOOOOO. You're my Uncle Wayne. I still have the teddy bear that you gave me for my tenth birthday. I call it Waynie. You remember, don't you. Tell them who I am. You have to believe me. I'm Cathy." she cried loudly through clinched lips. She was trying to sit up in the bed but couldn't because the restraints were holding her down.

I had to grab the bed to keep from falling as her words hit me like a ton of bricks. I just stared at her and responded quietly "She could be telling the truth."

She became very angry and cried as she screamed. The doctor ejected us from the room as he calmed her with stronger sedatives. Watkins and I were banished to the Doctor's Lounge, where we sat and sipped on coffee, as we waited for the doctor to let us back into her room. The Detective dumped the ashtray as he stated "I don't like to smell ashtrays. I also don't like cigarette smokers. Do you smoke?"

"No, I tried it when I was in college, but quit."

"I enjoy a good cigar after dinner, but it's been years since I've been able to afford a good one. So I put up with cheap smelly cigars, but enough of the personal life. I didn't understand your actions. You denied that she was your niece and changed your mind. Then you changed again because you weren't sure. Something about how she was too old to be your niece, and didn't look like what you expected her to look like. Who is she?"

"I don't know. When Cathy was ten, I stopped at an souvenir stand and bought a teddy bear that she named after me. Whoever she is, she knows enough about my dead brother's family, to know about that cheap bear. She did recognize me as her uncle."

"It could have been a guess. Most little girls have a doll or two on the bed. My girlfriend's daughter has a bed full of the things. I wonder where she sleeps with all that crap on her bed. Where is your niece's mother?"

"I don't know. My brother was going to divorce her when he discovered the cancer. Within six weeks, he was dead at age thirty-four. The wife angered me because she continued to see her boyfriend every night. She was nothing but a fucking slut. The last time that I saw either her or Cathy was at the funeral. I washed my hands of them, although Cathy had never done anything to turn me against her."

"We called the Austin trailer park. The park manager classified the mother as a trailer park slut and the daughter as a nice, hard-working kid, with a fantastic body. The mother and daughter moved in about five years ago. About twice a year the mother takes off with some truck driver and travels the world. Last time that she left, was about four weeks ago. Manager didn't know where the daughter was, or any way to get in touch with the Mother." He raised his eyebrows as he finished his report.

"What are we going to do?"

The detective swirled his coffee stick and replied "The woman is telling a story that's consistent with the identity of Cathy Bell. However her middle-aged body doesn't agree with the young Miss Bell's description. I don't know what's going on but you're the key to us finding out. I want the doctor to wake her up and then for you to talk to her as we film your discussion. If she claims that she is Cathy, keep asking her questions until she trips herself up. If she proves that she is Cathy to you, then we'll re-think our plan. If you can prove that she isn't Cathy, I'll find out who she is."

She was sitting up in the hospital bed and her restraints were removed after she promised to behave herself. She stared at me with eyes swollen from crying. Per my instructions, I sat down so that I wasn't blocking the hidden camera behind the wall mirror.

"Hello, Uncle Wayne." she said softly.

I ignored the greeting and replied "My niece is twenty-two years old and doesn't look anything like you. Who are you?"

A tear formed in her eye as she replied "It's me. How can I convince you?"

"What are you doing in New York? My niece would have called me if she was here."

"I was afraid to call you. You and mother had a nasty fight at Daddy's burial. I was afraid that you would scream at me too, after all these years. I wanted to get a good paying job and become somebody important before I looked you up. It's the truth."

"What was the nickname that your daddy used to call you?"

"He called me baby. I didn't like it because I thought I was a big girl so he would only call me baby when we were alone."

"Where did you learn to swim?"

"You taught me. We came to visit you in Atlanta. You had a ski boat and we went water skiing. Then you and Daddy taught me how to swim. I remember the name of your boat was Cirrhosis of the River which I though was a funny name for a boat. You and Daddy drank a lot back then. You liked Bud but bought a bunch of Blue Ribbon because that's what you and Daddy used to drink when you were teenagers."

I started shaking because that was something that only the real Cathy would know. I tried to keep calm and asked "What was my dog's name?"

"You didn't have a dog. You said that a dog bit you when you were a kid and that you were afraid of them."

I slowly stood up, turned and faced the one way mirror as I softly gasped "It's her!!!"

Detective Watkins had his notepad ready and a tape recorder on the bedstand. He directed in his deep bass voice "Please tell me what really happened."

She ignored his sarcastic comment, cleared her voice and continued "When my mother left again with a new boyfriend, I knew that I had to have my own life. I quit my job as a waitress, packed up and moved to New York City to get a modeling job. All my life, everyone has complemented me on my looks and told me how I could make a fortune being a model. So when I decided to run away, that was my dream. I rented an apartment with my savings and started making the rounds. I discovered that I needed to have a picture portfolio so I paid someone to make one for me. I had just finished my last session with him and was walking across a mall parking lot at when a woman stopped me. The woman whose body I'm in now."

Her last words faded and I handed her a tissue to dry her eyes before continuing "The woman claimed that she had dropped her keys and couldn't reach them. She asked me to help her. We walked between two vans where she said that she dropped her keys under one of the vans. I asked 'which van'. She said 'this one' and touched my cheek with her fingertips. I remember seeing her hand coming toward my face, then I passed out. That's it. I woke up in this body in the ambulance. She stole my body while I was unconscious. I don't know how she did it, only that it happened."

"Do you have any pictures of your real body?"

"I had some in my purse but she took my purse too. There are some in my apartment but the most recent ones are at the photographer's shop."

"I'll pick those photos up. I'll also fingerprint you to see if we have any record of your current body." He replied.

"Do you believe me?" she asked.

He looked at me, looked at her, and then replied "I've been a cop too long to believe anything without proof. If a body exchange occurred, it would be the first time ever; so I've got doubts. For the record, I've listed you as Jane Doe and copied your medical record diagnosis which is amnesia with disillusional grandeur. Simply translated, it means that you forgot who you are and think that you're someone else."

Her eyes filled with tears and her high pitched voice reflected her tension "Uncle Wayne, you've got to believe me! I'm telling the truth!! I don't know how to prove it, but it's really me! Please help me!"

Then she began crying as I stared at the policeman. He made a circling motion with his finger to indicate that she was crazy, and put his tape recorder away. While she composed herself, he asked me to step out into the hallway, where he instructed "Don't let yourself get pulled into her scheme. Whoever she is, she knew your niece, knew her life story, and assumed your niece's identity. Happens all the time."

"I believe her."

Frowning, he looked at me, before declaring "She's very convincing, but her bull shit story couldn't happen. This is the real world, not the Twilight Zone."

"What are you going to do with her?"

"Nothing. She didn't commit any crime so she could leave now. We'll try to keep her here for another day of observation. I can't let her go to Cathy's apartment because the landlord doesn't recognize a her Jane Doe picture as the woman who rented that apartment."

"She can stay with me."

"Look, let it go. Forget about her. Don't open your door for her or you'll come home to discover everything is missing when she's ready to move on. Stay away from her is the best and only advice that I can give you."

Chapter 2 - My house guest

She had no place to stay, no identification and no money. The landlord refused to turn over a key to her. The money that Cathy had in the bank, was unreachable because of the identification conflict. I accepted responsibility for her hospital bill, so the hospital released her to me after Watkins released her to my custody. He preferred her on the city streets rather than go home with me. She was depressed when I picked her up, because she had to put on "that woman's clothes". On the way to my apartment, I offered to buy new clothes. She declined because she felt too depressed to shop and didn't know what her new body sizes were.

I showed her around the apartment as I suggested "I'll fix us something to eat. How about some vermicelli?"

She smiled her first smile. It was a timid smile but it was still a smile. She replied "Since I've got no money, let me cook and clean for my room and board. I'm a good cook and at home in the kitchen. Besides I've got to stay busy or I'll go crazy, Uncle Wayne."

I accepted her offer and assisted her. Within a very short time, she whipped together a nice meal. After eating, she ran me out of the kitchen while she cleaned up the mess. Then she joined me in the living room where I was watching TV. She declared "I've got to get my body back, Uncle Wayne."

"How are you going to do that?"

"I don't know. I've got to find her. Shit. I'm talking about my body as if it were someone else's body now."

"What can I do?"

A tear eased down her cheek, then she requested "You can call me Cathy. I'm no Jane Doe."

I stood up and held her as I softly whispered "Cathy, I'll help you. I believe you."

I held her, letting her cry on my shoulder, for several minutes. I was feeling the warmth from her body, smelling her soft hair and wondering what I could do.

Finally she pulled herself back a little and declared "I need to lie down. It's been a long day. I can start looking tomorrow, Uncle Wayne. Good night."

A few minutes later, I heard the bathroom shower start. After she finished her shower, I watched another twenty minutes of junk television, before I turned in.

I was sound asleep when I heard someone call my name. I raised my head and replied "Unnn?"

"I can't sleep, I'm lonely, and I'm scared to be by myself. Can I sleep in here with you, Uncle Wayne?" She crawled in bed with me, without waiting for my answer. I didn't know what to say because I was still half asleep and didn't anticipate this occurring.

In the dim light coming down the hallway from the bathroom, all I could see was a little gleam from her eyes as she stayed on the far edge of the bed. I suggested "Do you want to curl up next to me?"

As she scooted over next to me, after her hand touched my bare chest, she stated "You're naked. Sorry."

"No, just mostly naked. I've got my shorts on. I won't bother you."

"Thanks for believing me and taking me in. I don't know what I would have done without you." as she curled up on my arm and turned around so that her butt was backed up against me and pressing against my leg. She was wearing my T-shirts as a pajama top, and I could feel enough of her body through the flimsy cotton to tell that was all she had on.

Within seconds, she was breathing deeply as she drifted off to sleep. I was wide awake with a semi-naked woman in my bed. A woman whose body was my age, but with the mind and soul of my young niece. A woman with a middle-aged body with soft breasts and a smooth well-rounded ass. It wasn't a beautiful face now, but was a cute face. Overall, it was an attractive middle-aged body. I felt my cock get hard as I began to get turned on by her close proximity.

I had divorced my second wife three years ago and was living a very celibate life. It wasn't because I didn't like women or sex, but the bitch had hurt me so that I didn't want anything to do with a woman again. I was still a young forty-two years old, in decent shape and handsome enough so that I could still pickup women, but didn't want to get involved again. And I was just beginning to get back in reasonable financial shape.

I wanted to roll over and go to sleep but her head was using my arm as a pillow. The only way that I could lie on my side, was to roll over so that I was curled up in her curl. Being careful to keep from waking her and keeping my erection from touching her, I curled up against her body. I was comfortable with her in my bed and enjoyed feeling the softness of her body press against my body. It had been too long since I had shared my bed with anyone and I enjoyed the feel of a woman's body next to mine. I snuggled up close to her, enjoying her body's warmth and softness lying next to me.

I was following Marilyn Monroe down a street. She was wearing that white cotton dress that you see in the pictures where the dress is blown up. As I watched, there was a slight wind, causing her hem to rise. I felt a big smile on my face as I observed that she didn't have any panties on. She stopped at the corner, as she turned around to stare at me with a very suggestive smile on her famous beautiful face. As I stood beside her, she dropped to her knees and unzipped my trousers. No one paid any attention to us as she reached into my shorts and pulled out my cock. As I stared at the famous Marilyn smile, she kissed my cock, causing it to immediately get hard. She began to gently stroke my cock as she kissed the cockhead, causing me to lean back. I was on a street corner and getting a blowjob by the world famous Marilyn Monroe.

Wait a minute, she's dead!!! If she's dead, whose lips are these? As I woke up, I discovered that I was in my bed, with a real mouth wrapped around my cock. A warm, wet mouth that was sucking my cock. The sheet was covering us but I remembered Cathy slipping into my bed. I threw the sheet off, seeing her naked body in the dim light. Bouncing on her chest were twin, quivering mounds of pale, firm flesh capped by the most beautiful, swollen, enormous, broad nipples that I had ever seen. For just a moment, I considered resisting her, then common sense took over. She fit both male guidelines. Never turn down a blowjob and fuck any woman that's from eight to eighty years old.

Without waking me, she had eased between my legs, pulled my boxers open so that my cock was sticking out the pee hole, buried her face between my legs and wrapped her mouth around my cock. I didn't wake up until she was stroking my cock deep into her warm throat, causing my cock to grow to its full length and width. I listened to her inhale deeply as she sucked me deep into her mouth. I gasped as her tongue action started teasing me, causing my hips to bounce up and down against those perfect wet lips. I remembered that my teenage definition of perfect lips were any lips wrapped around my cock. I grabbed the bed sides and held on as she closed her lips upon my shaft, sucking my cock as hard as she could.

She planted a wet kiss on my throbbing dickhead and worked my boxers down around my rock-hard dick, allowing it to spring up to freedom. As soon as my shorts cleared my ankles, she wrapped her hungry mouth around my dick again; as her tongue swirled over the head, up and down the shaft, before starting over. I reached between her legs as she spread her legs so that I could caress her cunt. Her sopping wet cunt offered no resistance, so I eased my middle finger in all the way, before I started finger fucking her and massaging her clit with my thumb.

She groaned as I touched her then shifted her body so that I could have easier access to her pussy. As I played with her clit, I could feel it harden as it grew with my gentle teasing. She placed my free hand on her nipples, and groaned as I responded by tweaking her erect, long and thick nipples. Her nipples were about the thickness of my little pinkie and almost half an inch long. I had never felt such wonderful nipples.

As she greedily sucked my cock, she was moving her hips up, down, then back and forth on my finger, while my thumb rubbed her clit. She groaned as she kept impaling herself on my finger while ramming my cock deep into her throat causing her hot pussy juices to drip down my hand. Then she moaned as she tensed and locked her legs tightly around my hand. It was a low moan because my cock was still deep in her throat, making it feel like a hum job. Her spasming body shivered and shook as the intense orgasm raged through her. Through out the orgasm, she jerked and twisted without losing either my finger or cock.

With a groan, she relaxed as I felt a warm flow cover my already wet hand. She began sucking me again, but now it was a gentle, almost loving suck instead of the passion driven suck of a few seconds ago. I tried to remove my hand from her sopping wet cunt, but she held me tightly in her crotch. When I pulled her crotch to my face, she released my hand as she swung her leg over me, so she could sit on my face. I pulled her juicy crotch to my face, teasing her clit with my tongue, tasting her copious, wonderful nectar of the gods. As soon as the tip of my tongue touched her clit, she went wild, humping my face with renewed passion, filling my nostrils with her cunt juices sweet aroma. I rammed my tongue deep into her vagina, as I gently nibbled on her clit. Within seconds, I could feel another orgasm beginning to build within her.

She moaned a muffled something with my cock still in her mouth. She ground her cunt into my face covering my face with her pussy juice as she locked her knees around my ears, then she quivered for about twenty seconds of orgasmic heaven, before she collapsed on the bed, releasing my cock from her mouth. She lay on her side, gasping for breath.

I had a very erect cock with a deep purple cockhead that had to be satisfied. I rolled her over and spread her legs as I climbed on top of her. I paused for just a second to look into her eyes to see a deep, burning passion. Her smile hinted that the night had just started. I rubbed my cock against her dark pubic hair, enjoying the feel of the soft hair teasing my cockhead.

"Now, let me have it. Hardddd!!", she commanded in a husky whisper. I eased my cock into a very wet pussy, watching Cathy jerk as I plunged deeper into her.

I went slow; even with the sopping wetness, she had the tightest pussy that I had ever fucked. So I ignored the primal urge to ram hard until she loosened up some more. As soon as I reached full penetration, I began sliding my cock in and out of her, pulling it back almost to the cockhead, before I slowly plunged it back within her honeypot. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled my pussy juice covered face to her face. She whispered "Don't fuck me, but make love to me. Mix love with passion."

She met my waiting lips as we gently kissed each other. As our tongues explored each other's mouth, the kiss grew more passionate. She melted into my arms, returning my passion, as her legs rose in the air, wrapping around my hips. As I plunged into her, she pumped her hips, ramming my dick's swollen head deeper into her very tight pussy. As my balls slapped against her ass, I forgot that gentle bull shit and rammed her hard and heavy. She had the same ideal because her fingernails were digging deep into my back as she whimpered through clinched teeth "Yesssss, yessss, fuck me. NOW. FUCK ME."

Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist as she matched my pumping action. With each grunting stroke, I pulled my full length out, then rammed back in, feeling my balls slap against her upthrust ass. Our humping fury increased as each thrust became harder and more frantic than the previous one. Our breathing was ragged, mixed with gasps. I felt her tense as I realized that she was about to cum again. I wanted to cum with her so I rammed as hard as I could. She wrapped her legs around my shoulders so that I had a better angle at her tight hole. She screamed something but I couldn't hear a word. My concentration was focused into those joined parts of our bodies where we became one body. She pulled my hair, groaned something, bucked hard against me and reared her ass as she went limp.

I moaned "No, not yet." and kept pumping. Sweat was dripping off my face as I humped for my release. After just a few lifeless seconds, she began to hump just as hard again. Then she tensed again as another orgasm roared through her body. She was experiencing orgasm on top of orgasms. I had never seen a woman have multiple orgasms so close together. As I humped her, she was in an almost constant orgasm heaven. One second, she would be fucking me as hard as she could, the next, she was jerking from an orgasm. I lost count as I continued to work toward my orgasm. Then there was that magical fire deep within my belly as I felt my own orgasm beginning. I plunged one last deep thrust, driving my cock in as far as I could.

It was fantastic. I exploded like an erupting volcano, filling her with multiple spurts of my hot sticky cum; coinciding with another orgasm for her. After we finished jerking, I collapsed on top of her. She unclenched her legs and shifted position so that she was lying spread-eagled under me, with my hard cock throbbing inside her wonderful pussy. For several minutes, we lay like that, then I felt my softening dick slide out of her. When that occurred, I rolled over and lay on my back, feeling very spent.

Chapter 3 - My new relationship

I fell into a sound sleep. So deep that I didn't hear her slip out of my bed. But I did hear her a couple of minutes later. She was in the living room, crying. I didn't bother to slip on any shorts and walked naked into the living room. She was lying on the floor, curled up in a ball. I lay down behind her, blending into her natural body curl as I wrapped my arm around her. She sobbed for several seconds before she responded "I've never done anything like that before. I don't know why I did it. I just had to be near you and then I had to make love to you. Its almost as if someone else is controlling my body and my desires."

I replied "Don't let it bother you. We've all done things that we regretted later, especially when tired or stressed. You've been under a lot of strain for the last several days and it's very easy to feel emotional."

She sobbed and whimpered "You don't understand. That wasn't me making love to you! I've had several boyfriends but I don't like oral sex. I gag whenever a dick enters my mouth so I don't do blow jobs; no matter how much I like the guy. Last night, I couldn't get enough of your cock in my mouth. It was almost as if I had a vagina in my mouth, from all the pleasure that I was experiencing. I could've taken on a barracks of Marines with foot long cocks last night. That's not me. I don't fuck like that. I don't normally enjoy sex as much as I did last night. I've never had multiple orgasms before. Its almost as if I've got another personality sharing my body that takes over control of my body. A personality that's oversexed."

"Shhhh. Just relax. Everything is going to be all right."

"No. It's not." She turned over so that she was facing me. Then she continued "Uncle Wayne, normally you'd be the last man on earth that I'd climb in bed with. But that didn't matter to me last night. I had to have you. I had to make love to you. I felt funny in the hospital when you were around, but I chalked it up to nervousness. Then last night, while I was crying and you were holding me, I discovered that I was getting turned on. That's why I had to go to bed so suddenly. As the shower pounded against my body, I started getting flashes of making love to you. Then I got into my cold, lonesome bed and wrapped my legs around a pillow before I realized what I was feeling. I laid there for over an hour before I felt myself slowly rise and walk to your room. It was so natural to crawl into bed with you and to curl up next to you. I pretended to fall asleep instantly. I felt you curl next to me, with your hard cock rubbing against my ass. My other personality took over and began sucking your cock."

I didn't know what to say. I was holding her as I looked into her frightened bloodshot teary eyes. I held her and listened to her sob softly for a couple of minutes. Then her sobbing quit as she adjusted positions slightly so that her lips were inches from my lips. I stared into her still damp eyes, but the frightened look was gone, replaced with a look of desire. As her lips gently covered my lips, her hand drifted down my side, seeking my cock that was already becoming erect.

She whispered "I can't call you Uncle anymore because I let you screw me. Do you mind if I just call you Wayne?"

The next three days were the best days of my life. Gone was the scared little girl from the hospital and in her place, was a loving woman who only lived to make love to me. We talked freely about her increased sex drive and constant multi-orgasms. While she still wanted to find her body, she stated that her desire to be with me and to satisfy me was stronger.

After our first night together, I gave her money to buy new clothes. She quickly discarded the very mousy blouse and skirt that the original inhabitant had been dressed in. I had to go to work for half a day, leaving her free to roam with my credit card. She went to a beauty salon and changed her body's natural dark mousy brown, mixed with a lot of gray hair color, to a new sexy redhead color. She also changed the hairstyle to a more current, softer fluffy hairstyle, doing away with the matronly schoolteacher hairstyle. When I came home that afternoon, I was greeted by an attractive and amorous sexy redhead lover.

She wasn't a natural beauty, but was very attractive and erotic when she was dressed and wearing make-up. Her skin was as smooth as silk, showing off her big dark brown eyes and full, sensuous voluptuous lips. Her narrow waist pointed to shapely hips, a full curvy ass, and long slender, dancer's legs. She had small, high breasts that were shapely enough so that she could go braless and look sexy. And her nipples, what more can you say about long nipples?

She was wearing a black silk dress supported by two thin straps. Her perky nipples were tenting out the thin fabric. As she walked and turned around, her ass stood out round and firm. I could only stare as she flexed the muscles in her buttocks causing the material to jump as her ass cheeks firmed and relaxed. Staring at her, I was very happy that she had bought that dress. It completed the image of a sexy lady sharing a quiet evening at home with her lover. I gave her a low whistle to signal my approval.

The next day I came home from work to find my apartment clean, a delicious meal and a very sexy woman waiting for me. She told me that she had spent time looking for her body but became depressed, so she decided to relax bit until she felt better.

And that's when trouble knocked on my door. I opened the door to discover Detective Watkins, holding a file folder. It startled me because I had forgotten that the police were involved in my new lover's life.

As he entered my apartment, he saw Cathy in the kitchen. She was wearing a new low-cut, mid-thigh, tight dress that revealed her body curves. With her make-up on and her new hairstyle, she looked like a different woman. The Detective stared at her, then looked back at me before he retorted "Am I interrupting something?" as he raised his eyebrows to emphasize a hidden meaning to his words.

"No, Wayne and I are having wine while we relax. Would you like to join us for dinner?" she asked as she came out of the kitchen with a big smile on her face.

He looked at her with a smirk on his face "Thanks, but I'm on duty and have to get back to the precinct. I was worried about you. Very worried about you not being able to adapt to your new surroundings but now I see that you've adapted quite well to your new body or role, which ever the case may be, Miss Doe."

She smiled back at him, recognizing but ignoring the sarcastic tone in his voice as she replied "Do you have any clues as to where my body is or how the body exchange occurred?"

He handed me the file folder "No, ma'am. We picked up your portfolio, had copies made of the pictures and distributed the copies. Because we're not convinced about the truthfulness of your claim, we're looking for Cathy Bell as a missing person only. You're still listed as Miss Jane Doe on our records."

I saw her tense. I put my arms around her waist as I injected "This is really Cathy."

The detective looked at me "Looks like you've got a close family relationship. I didn't come by to stir up trouble, only to drop off the pictures and to let you know what we're doing. If you've got anything that you wish to tell me,", he paused staring at Cathy, before continuing "and I do mean anything, I can be reached at the station. Good night, Mr. Houseman. Miss Doe."

He turned and walked out of the apartment, leaving me holding a teary-eyed Cathy who was trying her best to keep from crying. For several seconds, we held each other, then she mumbled "Thank you, Wayne. I don't think I could believe anyone with my fantastic story, if the situation was reversed."

She gave me a quick gentle, loving kiss. She walked over to the coffee table where I had laid the picture folder. As she sat down, she softly commanded "Come see what I used to look like."

She opened the folder, revealing the top picture, of a young, very attractive blonde with a centerfold quality body, wearing a thong bikini with one of those fake beach backgrounds. Cathy explained "I had an all natural 38D- 24-36 body. You can't see it because I kept my pubic hair trimmed, but I was a natural blonde."

I stared at the picture, concentrating on the young, beautiful face, that was so alive and so full of happiness. She closed the folder and apologized "I can't look at pictures of my real body any more. We can re-heat dinner later. Help me forget that old life."

She stood up and held her hand out to me. I took her hand as she led me into the bedroom.

Two weeks had quickly passed. I was in love with the fantastic woman that shared my bed and life. I didn't care who she really was or had been. I only knew that I loved her with all my heart. I was really convinced that she was Cathy because she frequently surprised me with old memories about my brother. While I wanted her to get her body back, I didn't want to give her up.

Then came the knock on the door. I had rushed home to make love to her. Afterwards, we shared a long shower. I ordered pizza while she was drying her hair and putting her make-up back on. I opened the door, wearing only a towel, with a twenty dollar bill in my hand, expecting the pizza guy. I was very startled to see Watkins with two men and a woman behind him.

He stated simply "May we come in?"

I let them enter. As the noise of the shutting door echoed through my apartment, Cathy entered the living room, brushing her hair. She was wearing only my dress shirt and looked very sexy. She froze when she saw the unexpected four people staring at her.

"Excuse me... I wasn't expecting company."

"Pardon us for barging in like this. But I got the results of our fingerprint trace. We have identified you, or as you describe it - your new body. You're Doctor Janice Browning, who has missing for over several weeks from her restricted government job. These gentlemen are from the government and have some questions."

The next two hours were hell. The female agent followed her back into our bedroom and observed her as Cathy changed into jeans and a blouse. The investigators wanted to know about Doctor Browning's whereabouts and actions for the last two months.

The investigators filled in details. Her body's identity was Janice Browning, a research scientist working on a classified project. Doctor Browning was forty-six years old, never married and the most qualified DNA expert in the world. Doctor Browning had mysteriously walked out of her research lab with several computer disks containing classified details about the government's DNA research projects. She had been working for years on this project and was now in trouble because of the missing files. The investigators had showed up in Watkin's office that morning.

At the end of the questioning, the team leader declared "Mr. Houseman, you don't appear to be involved in this, except to be an innocent bystander. Our orders require us to take Doctor Browning back to our site where she will be further questioned and secluded until this investigation has been concluded. We'll give you a phone number where you can get in touch with us if you've remember any more details. If this comes to a trial, you'll be called as a witness."

I objected, but had no legal recourses available. Watkins was waiting in the hall with two policemen. I watched dejectedly as they led the woman that I loved from my apartment. As she walked out the door, she cried out to me "Wayne, find my body." Then she turned and walked proudly out, followed by the police.

Chapter 4 - The search begins

I had a restless, sleepless night as I paced the floor, bouncing off the walls, trying to make sense of what was occurring. The woman that I had fell in love with, had been taken away from me. I paced the floor, trying to come up with a plan to save her. By sunrise, I knew that her last request was my only option. I had to find her body and the real Janice Browning. I had to prove that my Cathy wasn't Doctor Browning.

I found an all-night photo shop to make copies of the portfolio pictures. I didn't select the bathing suit shot because no one would look at her face, only stare at her fantastic body. I made copies of pictures of her former face, and of a photograph that Watkins had made of the Browning face in the hospital. I had newer pictures of Cathy, but no one would recognize the beautiful, vivacious redhead as the mousy dark-haired woman who I was trying to backtrack.

As soon as my office was open, I called requesting leave without pay. My boss wasn't happy with my request, but I told him this was an emergency. He wanted to know more details, but I couldn't explain it to him. I couldn't even explain it to myself, much less someone else.

I found the shopping mall parking lot where the body exchange had occurred. I started stopping people, showing them Cathy and Janet's pictures, to see if they recognized either of them. I plastered copies of their pictures on the power poles, with my phone number offering a reward.

For three days, I roamed the streets, stopping everyone without any luck. Then a police car stopped where I was working a subway exit. Watkins rolled down the window as he commanded "Please get in the car, Mr. Houseman. You and I get to become better acquainted, thanks to our common friends."

I joined him in the car's back seat then the policeman driver pulled out into the traffic. I asked "What's the problem?"

"No problem. Just that our friends asked me to pick you up and to escort you to their secure country site. They want to ask both of us some more questions. Especially you, from my short discussion with them."

We silently rode for an hour, until the driver pulled into a truckstop. Watkins and I were instructed to enter a windowless van, one of those where we couldn't see. We were joined by a security man who collected Detective Watkins' pistol, and made sure that we didn't try to open the frosted window between the front compartment and our seats.

We rode in the van for over an hour, and then it slowed as it approached our destination. We heard a discussion as the driver went through a checkpoint. When the doors opened, we were in an underground garage without any identification signs. We traveled via an elevator and then down a long corridor until we stopped in a large windowless conference room.

An unknown man entered the room and stated in an authoritative manner "Thank's for coming on such short notice. We'll return you as soon as we can. We just need to ask you some more questions. Detective Watkins, please accompany Special Agent Smith."

As the detective followed the agent out of the room, the man instructed "Please call me Mr. Brown. My job is to determine what occurred and to reduce the damage done by Doctor Browning's theft."

"Can I see her?"

"No, that wouldn't be wise at this time."

"Then I refuse to answer any of your questions. Unless you've got a warrant for my arrest, release me. I know my rights."

"Look Mr. Houseman, it wouldn't be good for you to see her at this time. I promise that she is in good health. All I want to do, is ask you some questions, and then you can go back home."

"I refuse to cooperate unless you let me see her and talk to her."

"Mr. Houseman, how can I say this, without having to wade through an army of lawyers later? I don't like to lie so what I would like to do, is to tell you the truth and leave it up to your common sense to accept that what we are doing, is legal and doesn't threaten her health. Doctor Browning is undergoing a very through de-briefing now. We have her on a mixture of drugs and hypnotic therapy, trying to find out why she stole the confidential data. If you were to see her, she wouldn't recognize you at this time because of her very deep trance. In a week or two, we can arrange for you to eat lunch with her."

I slammed my fist down on the desk and screamed "No. You can't do this to her."

"But I can. Years ago, in front of witnesses and a video camera, Doctor Browning signed a legal paper that allows us to use whatever means we desire to question her, in the event of a problem. Would you like to see the video of Janice Browning signing the paper?"

"That's not her. Its her body, but its Cathy Bell's brain in Janice's body."

The agent squirmed before replying "That's what I want to talk to you about. If I take you into the room where she is being questioned and let you see her, will you cooperate?"

"Yes. You've got my word."

"I expect you to keep it. The rules are that you can't touch her and have to stay on the other side of the conference table. She won't be as you remember her because we have her in a deep hypnotic trance while we question her." He walked to a door, inserted a card into a slot and entered some numbers opening the door. I followed him down the hall and into a dim room. The room was full of people who were staring through a mirror into a conference room. Video cameras were recording her testimony.

Cathy was sitting ramrod straight, staring at the person sitting across the table from her. The person had on earphones so that they could be prompted by people within this room. I listened to the speaker as Cathy's voice echoed through the room speakers in a flat droning sound "...at the restaurant, my job was to be a waitress. Whenever the cook was sick, I would fill in as the short order cook. My specialty was eggs because I worked a lot of breakfast shifts. I don't like eggs now after cooking so many of them."

"Describe how you would cook the eggs." echoed the interviewer's voice.

Mr. Brown softly explained "As you can see, she is all right. Do you still want to talk to her, knowing that she really won't be aware that it's you that she is talking to?"

"Yes." I declared, staring at her. Her hair was combed straight back in a simple wet look and she wasn't wearing any make-up. Her face looked tired and gaunt, not alive and vivacious as when I last saw her. She had on a hospital gown and an IV was attached to one of her arms, slowly dripping its mixture of drugs into her body.

Mr. Brown spoke softly to someone who turned and glared at me. Then the man spoke softly into a microphone. I couldn't hear what he said but the interviewer turned and stared at the mirror as if he could see into our dimly lit room.

Mr. Brown escorted me into the interview room that was now quiet. Cathy was staring straight ahead, not moving or showing any emotion. As I walked into the room, she showed no interest or awareness that I was there. The interviewer pulled out a chair beside him and I sat down. The interviewer announced "Cathy, you've got company. Do you know who this is?"

She turned her head slightly so that she was staring at me. Her eyes focused on me without blinking or any emotion on her face. I looked at her eyes which were as dark as could be, there were no traces of white within her eyes because her pupils were so large from the drugs that they were giving her.

She responded in a flat voice "Yes."

"Who is it"

"Wayne Houseman, my uncle and lover." she replied in a flat, drone voice.

Mr. Brown nudged me. I softly asked "Cathy, it's me. I missed you. How are you doing?"

"They treat me fine. I'm very happy here. They just want me to cooperate with them and then I can go home. They have some simple questions to ask me. I'm cooperating with them, telling them what happened to me." she declared in her flat monotone voice, without a blink of her eyes. She was staring at me but there wasn't any recognition in her dark eyes.

Having seen enough, I looked at Brown and he nodded. He led me from the room and outside in the hall, I fell to my knees as I almost fainted. He helped me get to the conference room. After I composed myself, I whimpered "What do you want to know?"

He simply announced "I don't know. At first, we thought that she was lying to us. But no one can stand up to the intense medical and psychological treatment that we are subjecting her to. As we talk now, there is a team of agents, going through the Austin restaurant and other places that she described. She described things that only the real Cathy Bell could know. Things that Doctor Browning wouldn't know about, living up here in our secure area. I'm convinced, as are most of our team, that the woman in that room is Miss Bell, although we have enough standard legal proof to declare it to be Janice Browning's body. We compared samples of her DNA to old file samples. My personal opinion is that the woman we are examining is Doctor Browning's body with Cathy Bell's memories."

They weren't finished with their tests yet and were re-doing everything to make sure that there could only be one possible conclusion. After several more questions, they released me and Watkins. Neither of us said a word until we got out of the security van and back into our waiting police car. Then Watkins lit a cigar as he questioned "She was telling the truth, wasn't she?"

"Yes."

"I searched Bell's apartment. Before I got there, someone went in, removed most of her clothes, jewelry, shoes and make-up on the same day as the body exchange. They left her personal effects, such as her photo albums and souvenirs. Why would they want just her clothes?"

"The person in her body would need clothes that fit."

"Shit. It's going to be a long summer. Call me Ralph."

I spent most of the week waving my pictures in front of strangers until one man informed me "The blonde hangs out at an restaurant a couple of miles from here. Saw her about two nights ago, when I was in there."

"Are you sure?"

"At my age, I stare at every good looking woman. She's got quite a nice set of boobs and I remember her body better."

I showed him several other pictures and he positively identified her. I found the bar's address and checked it out. I discovered that it was an expensive, quite large cocktail lounge and not a bar. The operating hours on the door indicated that it would be open that night.

Chapter 5 - It's her

I went home and changed into a suit as I checked my credit card's and money. I didn't know what I might have to do, but I was going to be ready for anything. I called the lounge, reserving a small table for two, planning on pretending that my date stood me up. I debated calling Ralph and telling him about my lead but knew that he would want me to stay away while his men checked the place out. I couldn't do that. I left the full folder of pictures on my coffee table and only slipped one copy of my pictures of Janet and Cathy inside my suit jacket pocket. I wouldn't need more that that tonight.

About nine-thirty, I entered the restaurant and was escorted to my reserved table, instantly noticing that it was an expensive restaurant. I couldn't get by with eating a cheap hamburger in this place. I resisted the impulse to show the waiter, the pictures that I was carrying around in my pocket. For an hour, I sipped on my one drink, repeatedly turning back my waiter until I finally announced that I was stood up and ordered something. I wasn't hungry but wanted to kill time as I waited. I was dying to pull out the pictures and go from table to table showing them, but I knew that would get me thrown out of there quickly.

As I was playing with my expensive steak that cost almost as much as a car payment, I saw a hustle from the staff as someone entered the restaurant. It was an older, distinguished gentleman wearing an expensive suit, with one of those TV newsman hairstyles. From the way he walked, you knew that he thought that he was somebody important. He was escorted by four men in suits who were obviously body guards because of their muscular build. As he sat down at his reserved table, I asked my waiter who he was.

"Oh, that's Senator Walker. He comes in here quite frequently when he's in the City."

As I stared at him, I vaguely remembered the name. I thought that he was in charge of one of the senate sub- committees, but I couldn't remember which one it was. I saw the four bodyguards spread out so that there was only one guard by his table. I watched as the Senator pulled out a cigar and the husky guard stepped forward to light it, before returning to his post. In that brief second, I saw a reflected glint which I assumed was a gun tucked into his pocket. These men came prepared to play for real.

I was staring at the Senator when a woman walked by, headed straight toward the Senator's table. I didn't look up in time to see her face but as soon as I saw her back, my heart stopped. I knew that it was Cathy's body, just from seeing her from behind. I hadn't seen that profile in years except in the photos, but there was no way that it couldn't be her. I watched her walk to the Senator's table. The Senator stood up, with a big welcoming smile on his face as the guard pulled out a chair so that she could sit down opposite the Senator. She was wearing a tight, low-cut black evening dress, that showed every body curve, especially her left thigh which was exposed by the slit of her dress.

She smiled a friendly smile to the senator as he whispered something to her that he didn't want his guards to hear. She opened her purse, removed a pack of cigarettes and the guard stepped forward with a lighter. I watched her as he lit her cigarette and the waiter brought over a filled wine glass.

She was small, about five foot six, with a dynamite looking stacked body. The type of body that every man dreamed of fucking and every woman envied as they compared their body with her body. And the rest of her matched the stunning body. Her face had the classic high cheekbones, perfect complexion, and voluptuous lips that photographers search for in their models. Even from my seat, it was very obvious that her eyes were sultry and inviting with her long natural eyelashes. Her make-up was perfect and her hairstyle was some sort of simple upsweep that looked elegant and sexy at the same time. My little scrawny niece that had a mouth full of braces and a training bra the last time I saw her, had grown up to be one of the most beautiful women in the world.

I watched as the Senator reached across the table and held her hand in his larger hand. Just watching that simple motion caused a feeling of disgust to strike me. I didn't like the way that he held her hands and leaned over the table talking quietly to her, as if they were the only two people in the world. He was clearly in his early seventies, and she was only twenty-two. While I knew that it wasn't really Cathy sitting there, I still didn't like the old fart thinking that she was his date.

I walked very inconspicuously to the lobby and found the payphone, dialing Watkins private number. As I expected, there was no answer because he spent his off-duty hours at his girlfriend's. His answering machine would activate his beeper. I left this message on his answering machine "Ralph, I found her. She's at the Club Rainbow with Senator Walker. I'm going to stay with her."

I hung up and turned to go back, when I saw her walking across the lobby straight toward me. As she approached me, I stared at her and caught her attention. For just a moment, she stared back with a "I don't see you" look and then slightly changed her direction so that she would go around me. I turned to see that I was standing between her and the women's bathroom.

As she walked past me, I don't know what motivated me to say "Hi, Cathy."

She looked at me with a faint frown on her face before replacing the frown with one of those artificial smiles and asked "Do I know you?"

"Wayne. Wayne Houseman. I haven't seen you in a long time. How are you doing?"

"Of course. I remember now. I'm doing fine. Thanks for asking, Wayne. Excuse me, but I need to hurry back to my table."

She didn't recognize my name, but she was using the Cathy Bell identity because she responded to my name dropping. She smiled another fake smile at me and walked around me, leaving a trail of scintillating perfume in her wake. As she pushed the bathroom door open, she half turned and looked back to see if I was still watching her, with that same artificial smile on her beautiful face. Then she let the bathroom door shut, blocking my view of her.

I hurried back to the phone booth and dialed a random number. I didn't want to talk to anyone, just wanted to have a reason for still being in the lobby when she came out. I started talking as if I was talking to a friend and watching the Ladies restroom door from the corner of my vision. I saw a couple of women come out and then the door partially opened. I could feel someone looking at me although I was looking elsewhere and talking as if I had a girl on the phone.

She walked past me, without glancing at me, back into the lounge. I gave her a minute so it didn't look as if I was following her and then returned to my table, noticing the slight change that had occurred. I didn't look at her because one of the bodyguards had moved so that he was standing behind my chair. He was close enough to grab me if I tried anything. I had screwed up and lost my anonymity. She knew that I knew the real Cathy but she didn't know how I knew her. Or that I knew what happened to her.

I ate my dinner, not paying any attention to the Senator or his date. For that's what she clearly was. When the band played a tango, the Senator led his date out onto the dance floor. For just that brief moment, I watched them, knowing that another guard had re-positioned himself so that two of the guards were now very close to me. I paid my bill, not wanting to risk having them detain me. As I entered the lobby, I saw one of the guards follow me. I stopped at the payphone and called Watkins again, but there was no answer. I could only hope that he was on the way.

My guard repositioned himself so that he was standing inside the entrance to the lounge, positioning himself to keep me from coming back in. I walked up the block until I found a taxi. I told the driver to cut his engine off and wait as I handed him a hundred dollar bill.

Forty minutes later, a limo pulled up to the door, followed by a big black van. I watched as the guards escorted the Senator and his date to the limo, then the guards got into the van. I handed the driver another hundred and commanded "Follow them, but don't let them see us. If you don't lose them, you get another hundred."

We went to a Connecticut country estate. The taxi had to back off from following too closely because there was no other traffic and looked conspicuous by itself. After the limo drove through gates that closed behind it, I had the taxi go another half mile down the road, before I had him pull over. I gave him his money and then another hundred to call Watkins and give Watkins this address. I walked up the road, wishing that I had a cellular phone and that Watkins had my message. I felt like I was walking into a trap.

I saw a fence surrounding the property. One quick jump, I was over the fence and into the tree line. I followed the driveway, staying in the trees until I saw the big house back in a clearing. There were several cars and limos parked outside and I could see lights on in the house, as if it was a party. There were several people standing outside that looked like chauffeurs. I identified the limo that I had followed and saw the black van also parked nearby.

I turned the collar of my suit up to reduce the amount of white shirt showing. I sneaked around the house, hoping that there were no dogs and then crawled up to some bushes where I could look into the window. I knew that my suit would be ruined but I didn't care.

The sound proof window that I was peeking through, revealed a large living room with what appeared to be a small formal cocktail party. I could see the senator standing by the fireplace talking to someone that I didn't recognize. There were about ten people in the room, but Cathy's body wasn't one of them.

Chapter 6 - The estate

I looked at the Senator, seeing that he was talking to someone whose face was familiar, from his picture in the papers frequently. I knew he was one of those rich computer geeks but I've got a lousy memory for names. Before I could move to another window to search for Cathy's body, I saw her enter the room; as if she had been in the bathroom. She was carrying a wine glass, looking so sophisticated with her hairstyle and evening gown. As she joined the Senator and geek, she put her arm around the Senator's waist; then said something clever that made the geek's face break into a big smile. They all laughed at the common joke, which I couldn't hear through the windows.

For about five minutes, they just stood and bull shited before the geek nodded at something Cathy stated. He escorted her into an adjoining room, as the Senator blended into another small discussion group. As they entered the room, they shut the door, leaving everyone to entertain themselves.

I had to keep her body in sight, so I eased back from my position, hearing my suit rip as it caught on something in the dark. Normally ripping my best suit would have pissed me off, but I didn't care, now that I had found her. I just wished that Watkins was here to take care of those bodyguards. I crawled around the house until I was looking into the room's window where Cathy's body and the geek were standing.

The room was an office with a computer on a desk. The geek turned on the computer, entered a password as she watched him, then said something to her as they stared at the screen. She pointed to the screen as she told him to do something. She handed a floppy disk to him. Her request caused him to frown. He held the floppy disk for about five seconds as if he was thinking about what she requested before he put the floppy disk into the drive and typed on the keyboard.

She placed her wine glass on the desk, and sat down on his outstretched thigh so that her breasts were mere inches from his face. As his smiling eyes stared at the exposed cleavage; she put her arm around his shoulders and seductively whispered into his ear.

Whatever she proposed, caused him to quickly type several commands. After he finished, she stood up, pulled her skirt up to reveal that she wasn't wearing panties, then sat back down on his lap in a straddling position around his legs. Now her cleavage was at his nose level. With one easy ruffle of his hair and gentle push against the back of his head, she buried his face between her boobs.

He began rubbing his face against her tits with obvious enjoyment. She pulled a dress strap down, revealing her boobs cupped in a strapless bra. The geek pulled the other dress strap down as she rubbed her ass against his lap. He fumbled with her bra's catch, as she teased him, encouraging his efforts to unfasten her bra. I could've done it in less than a second, but it was at least five seconds before he unsnapped her bra, pulled it away and dropped it on the floor. The geek began kissing her erect and taut nipple. She turned from side to side before she pulled her shoulders back, then repeated the motion as she rubbed both nipples against his hungry lips.

She pulled something out of her hair allowing the long golden mane to cascade down her shoulders and face; gently shaking her hair as she smiled. Her uplifted arms caused her magnificent breasts to jut prominently as his mouth sought her nipples. After a few seconds of breast heaven, she pulled away from him as she stood up, and handed him a floppy disk saying something to him. He glanced at the floppy disk as he stared at her naked upper body.

He rammed the disk into his PC, and quickly typed something on the keyboard. Now that he had complied with her request, she reached behind her back and pulled her zipper down. As she pushed the dress down with a sexy rocking motion of her hips, he pulled the floppy disk out of his PC and placed it on the desk as she stepped out of her dress. She wasn't wearing panties, just a garter and mid- thigh hose. She walked seductively over to a couch where she sat down and patted the couch beside her in an inviting manner. He removed his tie and kicked his shoes off, removing his shirt as he walked to the couch. She smiled as she watched him strut across the floor.

I crawled over to another window where I could see better. When that I got there, he was undressed except for his socks and was sitting beside her. She leaned back against the sofa, said something to him and spread her legs, revealing a soft glimmer of pure golden pubic hair between her legs. He dropped to his knees on the floor in front of her, burying his head between her legs. For just a second, I could see a slight glistening pinkness of her pussy. Then his face was buried between her legs, blocking my view.

For over a minute, her head leaned back against the sofa as she used her fingertips on the back of his head to guide his passion. As she straightened her head, her face revealed her mutual passion. She pulled his head from between her legs, guiding him until his face was inches from her face. As she kissed him, she rubbed her boobs against his hairless chest. I was horny from watching this and felt my own hard cock straining against my trousers. She knew how to tease a man.

She rubbed a finger between her legs and rolled it around his face, letting his mouth follow her glistening finger, before she let his mouth catch her finger. Then she laughed and shoved his head back down between her legs for another muff dive. She raised her legs around his shoulders, locking them around his ears.

Being very familiar with that position, I knew that he couldn't breathe or hear anything with those creamy magnificent thighs wrapped around him like that. Then I saw why she had such a headlock on him. The door opened as the Senator slipped into the room. While she kept the geek busy by humping his face, she watched the Senator type on the keyboard; which copied something else to a floppy, now that his password was active.

She moaned something to the geek, helping to drown out the slight sounds as the Senator copied the files. When the Senator finished, he tiptoed out of the room, carrying his floppy disks of information. After the door shut, she unwrapped her legs and let the geek breathe. His face was coated with her glistening pussy juice.

She began fondling his small but hard dick. With a gentle tug, she pulled them both onto their feet, as she played with his cock, he cupped her tits with his hands. She led him over to a wall and put her back against the wall as she wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck, locking her heels around his back, as her boobs bounced just below his mouth. He jerked and humped until he got his cock inside her. She was clutching him with her thighs, riding him, using the wall to brace them. Then she went crazy as she started humping him.

I could hear the sound of her thrashing. From the corner of my vision, I saw the lights go off in the adjacent room. I also heard some car engines start up. The party was over and everyone else was leaving. At least for most of the attendees, it was over.

He used the wall to help support her as he humped her. For several minutes, they were in that standing position. I could tell that she was enjoying it as she had several obvious orgasms. After one intense orgasm, she guided him down onto the floor. He laid her down as she spread her legs wide for the standard missionary position. After just a few moments, he tensed as he exploded into her. He collapsed on top of her and just lay there. After a couple of moments, she eased him off and stood up. She walked naked to the desk and picked up her cigarettes. Her inside thighs were coated with cum, glistening against the hose. She lit a cigarette and sat down on his desk, not caring that she was leaking their mixed fuck fluids on the desk.

She stated something to him causing him to become upset. He started waving his arms and walking around the room. I wanted to laugh at him because he looked so funny, wearing only his socks as he gestured. She said something else and he shook his head no. She started playing with herself as she talked to him. He stared at her and shook his head.

Then the door opened and a naked Senator walked in. It surprised me to see a very large cock on such an old man. She suggested something and the Senator smiled at the geek. The geek shook his head to mean no again and stared angrily at the Senator's much larger cock.

For about five minutes, they had an argument, but she was winning. She was playing with herself and coating her breasts with her pussy juice as she talked. The geek just kept staring at her and finally nodded his head in acceptance. She put her cigarette out and lay down on the rug. The geek walked over and kneeled down so that his knees were beside her ears and he was lightly sitting on her chest. This put his cock next to her mouth. She started sucking on his cock.

The Senator started stroking himself. Then he walked over and stood in front of the geek so that his cock was inches from the geek's face. I wanted to kick myself for not having a camera. This is the sort of picture that you need to see in Newsweek. It would clearly show what strange bedfellows, politics makes.

I eased closer to the window so I could better see what was going to happen next. I was watching them so intensely, that I didn't hear the security guards sneak up on me. One moment, I'm staring through the window. The next moment, my head is on fire and I'm losing conscious.

Chapter 7 - The inquisition

My head hurt. Everything hurt, but my head hurt the most. Just breathing was causing fireworks to explode inside my head. I slowly raised my head and focused my eyes to see Cathy's body, wearing a sweatsuit, across the room as she worked on a computer. I tried to move and discovered that I was tied to a desk. She looked over at me and called out "John, he's awake."

The senator entered the room, wearing jeans and a casual shirt. He sat down and asked "Ok, now tell us why you're so interested in my love life?"

I thought quickly and responded "I wanted to get an story and sell it to the Inquirer. But I left my camera at home."

She lit another cigarette as she sat down beside me "No good. Try again. How do you know Cathy Bell?"

"I used to work in a photography shop and she came in about a month ago to have some pictures made."

She blew smoke in my face and declared in a fake southern accent "You're lying."

"No, I'm not. I was following you because I wanted to try to make out with you."

The Senator picked up my suit jacket, pulling out the pictures of Cathy and Janet. As he showed me the pictures, I looked at Cathy's face which had an evil smirk on it.

Then she dictated to the Senator "Play the video for him."

The Senator pressed a button on a remote turning a TV on. I saw a video of me, but I was sitting upright in a chair and talking. I heard Cathy's video voice ask "What else did Mr. Brown tell you?"

My taped voice responded in a flat monotone "That he believes her. That he thinks that somehow, her body was exchanged with Doctor Browning's body."

The Senator turned off the TV as Cathy's body continued "You spilled the complete beans under our drugs. We know your whole story and it's true. I stole her body."

"Why?"

"Although we are aliens, we are distantly related. Our people are dying and we need to expand our DNA pool. Jwark and I were sent here to obtain DNA samples and some experimental software. My real name is Laik, but you can call me Cathy. At least while I'm in this body. You saw us getting copies of the newest artificial intelligence software. You were almost too late, because our mission is almost over and we'll be going back home in about two weeks, when the solar conditions are right for our take-off."

"Give her back her body."

"Sorry. Can't do that. We're supposed to bring back a sample male and female body, along with our tissue samples. This will be the female body and one of the young, healthy guards will provide the male body. Your girlfriend will just have to spend the rest of her life in that body. It wasn't too bad a body because I lived in it for about three weeks until I had to switch to a body more suitable for our requirements. So many men and so little time, so I had to have a perfect body to open the doors that I needed to crack."

"What are you going to do to me?"

She looked at the Senator and suggested "John, it's time for your change." Then she turned to face me again "The Senator is no longer needed, but we need some muscle. When the guard comes in here, save your breath because he won't believe a word you say. He thinks that he saved the Senator from an assassin last night."

The Senator walked out of the room and returned with a smiling guard. They stood in front of me as the Senator announced "Greg, he confessed that he planned to kill me. When we turn him over to the FBI, your name will be on every headline."

I watched as the Senator squeezed the guard's neck. The guard grimaced as a look of pain replaced the smile and almost collapsed. He caught his balance as the Senator fell unconscious to the floor. Greg shook his head and smiled at Cathy's body as he proclaimed "Another successful hyper-body jump."

Then he and Cathy's body laughed as I stared at the Senator's unconscious body sprawled on the floor.

The Senator's body was dead. While he was passed out, they touched some device to him. I saw his breathing stop as his body died. The alien in Cathy's body sat down beside me and lit another cigarette as she acknowledged in her fake southern accent "We couldn't let him live. Especially when the guard knew whose body he wound up in and the Senator's face is so recognizable. So we did a mercy killing. We let your friend live because there was no way that she could identify her new body's previous identity."

"Where is the real Doctor Browning?"

"We copied her memory getting most of the technical knowledge that we needed, so we discarded her. Our mind lock made her forget her old life and remember a new life more suitable for her new body. But our memory modification didn't work on her. She couldn't take the mental strain of winding up in a Mexican hooker's body, which was a better body than her body, so she freaked out. Everytime there is a body swap, there is increased sexual appetite. Even we are affected by the very high libido of our new bodies. But she became a little unbalanced. So we gave her a drug that made her very confused and she'll be that way for about six months. She's in a mental institution."

"Why did you take Cathy's body?"

"I was after another woman's body because we needed a sexy female body to open some doors for us, but the woman slept over at some guy's house so we missed her. I was trying to find her and saw Cathy. I only had to look at her once to know that she was perfect. So I changed our plans, and swapped bodies with her in the parking lot, knowing that I couldn't get her to go back to my hotel room. In the hotel, I would have modified her so that she'd been happy in her new body."

Jwark, who was now the guard, stared at me. I put two and two together to be four. They were telling me this because they were going to drug me also. Or kill me.

Laik declared "It's time. We need to get back to our project. This is a beautiful body which I'll take it back as our sample female body. Our next two tasks require male bodies, so I've got to find somewhere to store this body until it's time to go. I'm going to swap bodies with you and give you some new memories so that you feel more comfortable being female while you keep this body safe for me. We'll make sure that you have nice memories of being a normal female. I'm sure that you'll find that blondes do have more fun."

I couldn't move because of my restraints and could only watch as she touched my neck. Then I felt a shooting pain roar through me.

My lips were dry, my throat felt parched, my head hurt and my eyes burnt, as I woke up. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling through slightly blurred eyes. As the ceiling came into focus, I remembered where I was. I tried again to sit up, discovering that I was restrained. I turned my head to look around causing a lock of long golden blonde hair to fall across my face. I raised my head, as I looked down my naked body, immediately noticing that I had very obvious female breasts on my chest. I lifted my head higher to see neatly trimmed golden pubic hair between my legs. There was no cock. As I rested my head on the pillow, two images were flip flopping through my mind - the image of the golden pubic hair covering an obvious vagina and the red fingernail polish on my toenails.

I groaned "Oh, shit." and heard Cathy's soprano voice instead of my normal male baritone.

"I see that you're awake." proclaimed a voice that sounded like mine. Exactly like mine. As he leaned over me, I looked up to see my former face smiling at me.

"Call me Wayne now. You used to call me Cathy, but I'm going to start calling you Cathy now."

"Never." I asserted through clinched teeth.

"Ok, make it hard on yourself. But I was hoping that we could be friends. We have so much in common. You might say that we both got into Cathy's Bell's drawers at least once." he laughed at his own joke.

I didn't laugh. He had stolen my body and imprisoned me into Cathy's real body. Was I doomed to spend the rest of Cathy's natural life, trapped in her female body, while she was in Doctor Browning's older body?

He leaned over me as he confessed "This is my lucky day. When I swapped bodies with you, I found that you have a BK-G chromosome. Your scientists won't know what that's for another fifty years until your equipment gets more sophisticated. Let it suffice to say that this chromosome is extremely rare and we need it for our planet. We were going to take the security guard back as our male sample, but now, we have to take your former body. Aren't you happy at our good news?"

Jwark stood beside me and stated softly "I'll find the spot."

He put his hand in my hair and I tried to jerk away but the restraints kept me from moving too much. Within seconds, he was holding my head and I felt a burning sensation as Laik attached something to my skull. Then he let go of my head. I shook my head, but whatever he put on my head remained attached. I felt the burn subside until it no longer hurt.

Laik sat down beside me and lit another cigarettes. He stared at me for a few moments and then asked "I like to smoke. I know that when I get back home, that they will auto-habit me so that I don't have a craving to smoke any more, but for now, I can't get enough of this wonderful burning weed. What is your name?"

"I don't care what you do to me. I won't cooperate with your evil scheme. It won't work."

"What is your name?"

"I won't ....I won't tell you. I refuse to cooperate" I declared angrily ignoring his request to tell him my name. They can't break me. I felt very confident to resist his questioning.

"What is your name?"

"I refuse.... I won't tell... Wayne." I admitted, realizing that he knew it already. Wonder why he's smiling at me like that?.

"What is your name?"

"Wayne Houseman." I replied, feeling comfortable because he wouldn't get any secrets out of me with this stupid questioning. I felt an unfamiliar little jiggle as I changed position slightly. I glanced down at the female boobs, noticing how erect the nipples were. Must be the cool breeze causing them to get aroused like that.

"What is your name?"

"Wayne. Wayne Houseman." I said with a firm deliberate tone, hearing the soprano tone of my new voice, as I barely moved again, enjoying the boobs jiggle feel from that slight motion. How do women tolerate that feeling all day? I would be walking around with a hard-on all the time, if that was a normal feeling.

"What is your name?"

"I told you. It's Wa... It's .... It's Donna. I'm Donna Jefferson." I replied in a firm feminine voice, confident that their torture wouldn't work on me. All I've got to do is concentrate on something simple. In the military, they taught us only to give our name, rank, and serial number. So I kept repeating to myself. Donna Jefferson, Donna Jefferson, Donna Jefferson. I smiled, knowing that their plan wouldn't work on me.

"I'm going to release your straps because I don't want to cut off your blood circulation." After he released my chest and arm strap, I shook my arms and felt my boobs jiggle again. I liked that feel. It made me feel so feminine and sexy.

"What is your name?"

"Donna Jefferson." I confessed feeling slightly confused as to why he wanted to know, as I smiled at the cute older man that was smoking the cigarette. He looked familiar for some reason. Wish I could remember what his name was or where I know him from. He was kinda cute, even if he was a middle aged man. As I stared at him, I felt a strong desire to let him suck on my boobies. I focused on his mouth and imagined what it would be like to let him wrap those luscious lips around my sensitive nipples.

A faint smile appeared on his cute lips as he asked "Where do you live, Donna?"

"New... I mean Atlantic City. I work as an lifeguard on the beach." I smiled at him as I relaxed against my pillow. I felt so comfortable and mellow.

The nice man smiled at me as he put out the cigarette and advised me "Now that we are communicating with a mind lock between us, the rest of this won't take too long. I won't have time to teach you everything, but this procedure will give you methods to assimilate knowledge and memories so that you will feel very normal. Tell me about your life, Donna? How did an attractive girl like you, get a job as a lifeguard?"

I bit my tongue because I knew that he was trying to trick me and to learn my secrets. But I was no fool and he couldn't push me around. I had to pass a very rigorous test to get my job. Not just anybody can be a lifeguard. I smiled as I remembered what I looked like with my lifeguard bathing suit on. Wish it was my bikini so it would show off my feminine curves more, but a summer job is a summer job. Chapter 8 - The beach

Monday:

I was sitting in my lifeguard chair, twirling the whistle chain on my finger, being careful to keep from damaging my fingernail polish as I stared out at the ocean, and enjoying the beautiful day. The warm sun felt good but I had to protect my fair skin. I reviewed my assigned beach section, satisfied that everything was ok. I jumped off the chair, walked around to the back of my stand, and found my suntan lotion bottle. I only needed to rub it on my arms and legs and face because my lifeguard bathing suit covered my mid-body. As I was rubbing the lotion on my legs, I jerked slightly as the lotion burned. I shaved my legs that morning with a new blade and had a little razor rash on my shin. It was my first morning at work and I wanted to look sharp. I had driven down from New York City last night to make sure that I was on time for my new job first day.

"Hi, Donna. Want me to put some lotion on your chest?"

I turned to see a surfer bum who had wandered over this morning and had been constantly hitting on me. I smiled and responded in my most seductive soprano voice "Go ahead and just dream about it because you'll never, never get the opportunity. You aren't my type."

He grabbed the leg of my lifeguard chair and lightly spun around as he teasingly asked "And what is your type? Tell me about your boyfriend."

I smiled as his memory invoked strong memories of my two favorite men "I've got two boyfriends right now. Both are extremely good looking. I expect that I'll have competition from them when I see them next weekend, when they come down here. Greg is a young, husky security guard with a body that can go all night. But my best sweetie, is a older man who really knows how to treat a woman right. Wayne is a computer manager."

"A menage a trois relationships? You could let me join your male harem."

I ignored him as I put some chapstick on my lips, glancing at my face in the mirror to make sure that I had protected my face with the sunblock. Staring back at me from the mirror was the attractive feminine face with high cheekbones and long golden hair that I had seen all of my life. My hair was brushed back and collected into an easy manageable ponytail. Good thing, that I've got an attractive face and can get by without having to wear make-up, because this wind and water were hell on make-up.

I looked at the horny little pest and commanded "Get lost. I've got work to do."

As I climbed back up on my lifeguard perch, he wolf whistled at me, but I ignored him. I know that I'm young, beautiful, and very sexy looking, but I don't put out for just anyone. I know that I can have any man on this beach, just be snapping my finger. Or just by unsnapping my bikini top. I'm built and know it. I could be a model if I wanted to, but I just want to relax and enjoy the sun. Maybe this fall, I'll consider doing some modeling to see if I like that career.

I adjusted my cleavage because the suit was a little tight. The damn thing squeezed my boobs higher so that they felt a little uncomfortable. I've got to find a suit that fits me better. The official bathing suit was designed to fit the average woman, but my boobs were larger than the average woman's boobs.

I crossed my legs and leaned back in my chair, smelling the wonderful salt air; enjoying my decision to take a summer outdoor job. I don't see how Wayne can sit in an office all day. My other boyfriend, Greg, is a security guard. I couldn't do either job because I'm too much of a nomad, enjoying living the free and easy life. People might think it strange that I've got two boyfriends, but I've got a very active libido. I like sex. Oh god, do I like sex! So I've got two steady boyfriends to keep me satisfied.

I saw someone out too far in the ocean, so I stood up on my stand and waved as I blew my whistle to get his attention. I stretched my arms high, causing my breasts to strain against the tight bathing suit. A middle-aged man walks by and snaps several pictures of me as I'm waving. I saw him out of the corner of my eye but ignored him. The swimmer caught a wave in and I relaxed. Yep, being a lifeguard isn't an easy job. Especially if you're female.

"Yes, Detective Watkins, this is Mr. Brown. What did you want?"

The detective adjusted the telephone as he removed the cigar from his mouth and replied "I had a visit with Houseman. Something about him doesn't seem kosher. He called me the other night, when I was with my girlfriend and my beeper was in the living room. My recorder said that he had found her, but when I questioned him later, he didn't remember the call. Where I trusted him before, I don't trust him now for some unknown reason. Do you know what I mean?"

"I agree. We want to watch him, without him being aware of it. If we can have one body swapping, then it is possible to have another."

"So you think that Miss Doe's tale, is true now?"

There was a long pause before the investigator interjected "Something happened to her. We are convinced that she has been telling the truth. We took her off the drugs so that she can return to normal again. I was going to let her go, to see what happens to her next."

"She will return to Houseman's apartment. They were very hot and heavy. It might be what is needed for this new Houseman to make a mistake."

"I agree. We'll return her to his house. Both of them will have several teams watching them. Keep your men out of the way."

"I see. Well, thanks for the warning. Have a good day."

The detective hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair. He had visited Houseman earlier in the day, trying to find out what happened after that cryptic message. Houseman had lied to him.

I checked myself in the mirror. I had on a long, flowing skirt, a simple pull-over top, and sandals. My only jewelry was a simple ring and a necklace. My hair was brushed back into a simple over-the-shoulder style. I looked at my make-up case and ignored it. While I'm here at the beach, all I need is a little lipstick. I had never cared for much make-up and really didn't know how to apply it properly, so I didn't miss it. I put my lipstick in a purse. I knew that I couldn't go into a bar because I looked too young and the bartenders need identification. My billfold and identification were stolen last week. I only had the beach lifeguard ID card issued to me this morning. It was only good to get a discount at some of the beach restaurants, but couldn't be used for drinking beer. I could use a nice relaxing beer. I ran my hands through my hair to fluff it a little more. With the ocean breeze, it would soon be windblown. I looked around at my small apartment and didn't see anything that I needed before I left.

I walked to the boardwalk, enjoying the feel of the wind blowing the skirt around my legs. I cruised down the boardwalk, listening to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore, smelling the wonderful salt water smell. My hair was a mess now but everyone around me had the same tousled look. I leaned against the deck and watched the couples walking in the shoreline, holding hands. I wished Greg or Wayne were here. I miss them.

"So how was your first day on the job?"

I turned to see a golden hunk, wearing shorts, a loose T- shirt and sandals, recognizing him as one of the lifeguard captains. The T-shirt revealed his muscular and wide chest. He flashed a beautiful white smile at me. I smiled back and replied "I really enjoyed it."

He leaned against the deck and placed one of his legs on the railing, showing off his thick muscular thighs. For just a moment, I felt a tight tension in my chest as if my boobs were getting larger. He held out his hand and exclaimed "My name is Gary. Can I buy you a beer?"

Tuesday:

Mr. Brown knocked on the door. After a couple of minutes, Houseman opened it. As soon as the door opened, Cathy rushed in and hugged him. For just a moment, there was confusion on Houseman's face, then he smiled.

"We couldn't keep her any longer so she wanted to be returned here. That's all right, isn't it?" asked Mr. Brown.

Houseman looked at the woman and smiled as he replied in a phony southern accent "It will work for me. Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?"

Another beautiful day at the beach. As I put out my lifeguard equipment, I felt some twinges of pain shoot through my tender body. My chest was sore from the nibbling and Gary's rough face. I would have to teach him how to shave properly before we made love again.

My legs were also sore, from all of the spreading and Gary's pounding last night. I was lucky, because there were no bruises on my inner thighs. With my fair skin, the bruises would be obvious. I smiled as I remembered that I wanted to get him in bed as much as he wanted me. There was an awkward moment when things felt inauspicious, but I just relaxed and let nature direct me. Then everything felt so right.

Even when I sucked his cock.

I smiled again, knowing that it would be a long day to wear this tight bathing suit. My nipples were very sensitive today.

"Is it me?" she asked, with a tear in her eye.

Houseman was propped up against the bed headboard as he smoked his cigarette. He smiled at the woman in bed with him. She continued "I don't remember what they did to me in the hospital, but it doesn't feel right being in bed with you. We made love twice last night and it wasn't the same."

"Yes, it was. You've been through a very difficult situation and just need to relax."

She laid her head on his belly and softly replied "I'll try. I want this to work for us."

There was a knock on the door. I opened it to see Gary standing there, with a bag of burgers and a beer six pack. He had a big smile on his face and an evident hard cock sticking out in his shorts. With one hand, I took the beer from him. With the other hand, I guided him into my small apartment using his cock as a pull-toy. Chapter 9 - Daily routine

Wednesday:

"Please don't go to work today, Wayne." she requested through puffy eyes. She had been awake most of the night and had kept him awake. If they weren't fucking, she was talking and sometimes crying.

"Listen. I've got things to do. I can't stay here and fuck all day." he called out loudly.

"We've changed. It's not the same." she cried in a sobbing tone.

Through clinched teeth, he replied "Then I know what needs to be done. I promise that tonight will be different."

I slowly pushed the heavy arm off of my boobs. Gary was a sound sleeper and was sprawled across the bed, and curled up against me. I crawled out of the bed and went to the bathroom. When it's time to pee, I've got to go. I can't hold it like men can.

I sat on the commode and felt the warm water rush out of me. I wiped myself dry and flushed the commode. I was still pissed because when I walked into the bathroom, still half asleep, the seat was up. I almost fell in as I sat down, catching myself on the cold porcelain commode. I'll have to teach Gary what to do after he pees. Why can't men have the common sense to put the seat back down?

I climbed in the shower and let the warm water rinse away my sweat and dried fuck juice. We had made love three different times during the night and then Gary was too tired to go home, so he slept over.

I felt tired this morning. It was hard to move or get myself motivated, but I knew that I had to get ready for work. I might have to save someone's life and damn sure had to be ready. I pulled on my bathing suit, pissed at my procrastination in getting a larger size. It was still the same damn suit and it was much too tight on my top now. All that damn sucking on my boobies must be making them grow because the suit is a lot tighter than it was two days ago.

I brushed my hair into my normal ponytail and applied lipstick, as I finished getting myself ready for work. Then I woke up sleeping beauty. He glanced at the time and jerked on his shorts, pausing long enough to kiss me before he ran out the door. I grabbed my purse and walked to work, taking my time although I was running late. I felt sore and tired, without a bit of energy. I felt almost lethargic.

Swimmers were already on the beach as I opened up my stand, pulled out my lifeguard equipment and crawled up on my perch. If I was lucky, I wouldn't move from my stand all day. After what seemed like eternity, I looked at my watch, pissed to see that I had only been sitting there for less than two hours. I'd fidgeted all morning as I tried to get comfortable, but nothing worked. As I adjusted my seat cushion for the millionth time, I groaned as the motion caused my sensitive boobs to hurt. My nipples feel pinched. I had to quickly do something about that bathing suit because it was too fucking tight on my chest. If it hurt that much tomorrow, then I was going topless. Fuck my bosses if they didn't like it. I felt like kicking someone's ass. I wish that punk kid that been hanging around me, was here now. I'm just bitchy enough to punch him out.

I looked down at my red regulation bathing suit observing a dark stain on my suit between my legs. I looked around to see if anyone was looking before I touched myself. One look at the trace of red liquid on my finger, and I knew that it was blood. It's my fucking period and I don't have any tampax. No wonder that I felt so tired and ached all over. I used the lifeguard phone to call the next station, telling them that I was going to take a break. I climbed down from my perch, grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my waist as if it were a skirt to hide my accident. Then I snatched my purse and sandals as I headed off the beach.

I rushed to the bathroom without trying to make it looked hurried, and searched the women's bathroom, looking for that coin dispensed mechanical depository for female salvation. I found it, but the fucking machine was empty. I resisted the impulse to kick it only because I didn't want to raise my leg that high.

The only thing that I felt like doing, was to go home and lie down. I put a damn artificial smiles on my face, as I tried to look normal; then I sauntered across the street. I didn't realize how bad I felt, until I started moving. I found a store that was a mixture of souvenir stand and drugstore. Finding the box of tampax was easy, but my mind went blank when I noticed that the boxes contained different sizes of tampaxes. What fucking size did I need? And why didn't I remember what size? This wasn't my first bloody menstruation period.

I picked up an overpriced box of regular tampax, hoping that it was the correct size then stood in the checkout line holding the box, trying to be very nonchalant, waiting for the cashier to ring me out. Two pukey ass teenage boys behind me were snickering as they tried to see what size tampax I was buying. The clerk took his time ringing me up, trying to hit on me for my phone number, but all I wanted to do was to get out of there. I gave him one of those "maybe later" smiles as I ignored his requests for my phone number.

I walked back across the street, finding an empty restroom stall, where I pulled down my bathing suit, noticing that the inner liner was coated with blood. It had leaked through the material so that the bright red color had a dark stained area right between my legs. I couldn't wear it with all that crud in it, so I removed it, smearing a little blood on my thighs as I undressed. I hung it gingerly on the coat hook, as I wished that I had something else to wear. Thank god, it was a red suit and not a white suit.

I squatted on the commode and opened the box of tampax, gingerly puling one of the packages out and hesitating as I stared at it. For a moment, I feel a wave of confusion as if I've never done this common female sanitary practice before. As I bit my lip in frustration trying to remember how to correctly insert the damn thing, I saw the instructions inside the box. One look at a diagram refreshed my memory so that I remembered how to do this. Or did I? Why did I feel as if I've never done this before? Glancing at the diagrams, I saw how it worked and quickly discarded the wrapper. I slid the applicator in place and pushed the plunger, feeling the cotton forced between my vagina lips. Then the wad of cotton slipped into place inside me. I stood up to see how it felt. I looked at my legs, frowning as I saw the trace of blood and the string hanging down between my legs. It'll never do to let that tell-tale fucking string hang out of my bathing suit. I didn't want to push it too far up or I'll have to probe for it later. I definitely didn't want to do that. Having a period was so messy and made me feel unclean.

I wrapped the towel back around my waist and stepped out of the stall, looking around, making sure that I was alone. I started rinsing it in the sink, trying to get the blood stain out as I began feeling the cramps strongly. A woman walked in, observed what I was doing and calmly remarked "I had to do the same thing last week. Only I was at work and had to walk around with wet panties for awhile. I don't like to look at myself in a mirror because I get so bloated with my water retention. Men don't know how lucky they are, to be able to avoid the curse."

I nodded at her, feeling a little shared sisterhood and kept rinsing. I was embarrassed to be standing topless in a bathroom, rinsing blood out of my swimsuit.

When I was finished cleaning my swimsuit, I put the wet suit back on, making damn sure that my string was hid. I didn't want that tell-tale thing revealing to anyone that I was going through my menstruation. I placed a couple of tampaxes into my purse so I could get to them, and wrapped my towel around the rest of the tampaxes to hide them. I walked gingerly back to my station, stored my tampaxes where the kids wouldn't see them and climbed back up on my perch.

I called my next station to let him know that I was back. He fussed at me because he thought I was gone too long. So I hung up on him. If he only knew how bad I felt, he wouldn't treat me that way. I knew that a man wouldn't sit up here if he felt as bad as I felt. Men like to stay away when this red tide was flowing. If Gary had known how close my period was last night, he wouldn't have enjoyed eating my pussy as much.

I realized that my boobs were swollen because of my period as I start getting some serious cramps. As I stared at the swimmers, I knew it was going to be a long, fucking ,bitching day. A red letter day to mark on my calendar.

The doorbell rang and Houseman answered it. As the young muscular man stepped into the apartment, Houseman announced "Honey, this is my friend Greg."

The young man walked into the apartment and put down the briefcase that he was carrying. Cathy tried to smile but found it difficult to smile. Something didn't seem right tonight and she was beginning to feel a little scared for some unknown reason.

Across the city, a cellular phone beeped. Several of the restaurant customers checked to see if it was their phone. At a table in a corner, the man smiled at his wife and kids. He answered the phone simply "Brown."

The voice on the phone said "You need to come down to listen to the tapes of what occurred tonight in the apartment. We have three of them to watch now."

I called Gary and canceled our date for tonight. I felt very bitchy, miserable and didn't feel like company. Especially company that was interested in sex. I knew that I could smile and pretend that I was normal, but I sure didn't feel normal. I curled up on the bed and used my pillows to make myself comfortable. I found that if I curled up and positioned the pillows, I could get a little ease. As I lay there, feeling sorry for myself, I wondered if this was my worst ever period. It had to be. I didn't remember any period as worse as this one. The more I thought about it, I didn't remember ever having a period before. Why didn't I remember going through this misery and discomfort? This was something that you can't forget.

"Oh, god. That was the best sex that I ever had. I love you, Wayne." she declared as she wrapped her arms around the man in bed with her.

He smiled as he replied softly "I told you that you were imagining things. Don't you feel better now?"

She curled closer to him as she wondered why she had ever thought those confusing thoughts. This was Wayne lying in bed with her; the man that she loved. The man that she would do anything that he asked.

She rolled over and lay curled up in his arm, enjoying the sensual feel of the body heat still radiating from his body. For several minutes, they lay there, just enjoying being naked in each other's arms. She was pulled from her reverie by a probing finger that found her clitoris. She twisted around and kissed him.

The bathroom door opened as Greg walked back into the bedroom. She watched as he brushed his hair after his shower. She had shown them that she could handle two cocks at once. Even one as large as Greg's cock.

"She physically resisted at first but they did something to her. We could hear a little struggle and her ragged breathing as she fought them. Then her breathing quickly settled down and she calmed down. Don't know what they injected into her, but it took effect in less than a minute. Their first series of commands was for her to forget about them giving her the drug and their struggle. Then they quickly switched into a rapid series of positive commands to her."

"Sounds like they are using a combination of drugs and hypnotic therapy. What other commands did they give her?" Brown asked the crew sitting around the table.

"It was a quick, standard re-enforcement of the love, honor and obey commands. She won't have any reason to doubt him now. After they converted her, they had her fuck both of them at the same time. Listening to her before her conversion and after the conversion, it sounded almost like two separate women. You could tell that she was a little scared at first and then she became very calm and obedient to their commands."

"I see. Opinions?"

One of the investigators put in "We can't trust her anymore and have to treat her as if she was one of them. It is very definite that Houseman has been converted into their slave or has gone through their swap process."

"I agree. What has he been doing since we put the tail on him?"

"He's still not going to work. He been going to medical supply stores and buying equipment, using the excuse that he is an office manager for a new doctor."

"What's he doing with his purchases?"

"Shipping them to an empty storefront building down at the beach."

"Put some security on the storage. What about the bodyguard?"

"He's being doing the same thing. Between the two of them, they have purchased enough equipment to set up a small research facility. The equipment and supplies that they are getting, are consistent with what you would expect to find in a DNA lab."

"Sounds as if we have our two men. And we have a tape of them conscripting a volunteer. What do you think they did with the real Houseman and bodyguard?"

One of the investigators opened his briefcase and pulled out a tabloid. He turned to a page and placed it in front of Brown as he confessed "I don't usually read this trash, which I found on the subway. When I saw this picture, I took the liberty of doing a trace on the photographer."

Brown saw the typical exploitation tabloid picture of a sexy, scantily clad woman. This woman was standing on a lifeguard's platform and waving at someone. Her out-thrust breasts looked mighty large from the photographer's angle. He stared at the picture for several seconds before looking at the woman's face.

Chapter 10 - The weekend

Saturday:

I was sitting on my lifeguard perch, watching the crowded beach. It was my first weekend assignment and the beach was crowded with all the weekend tourists. My work schedule was very weird but I didn't mind because I didn't have anything else to do or any place to go.

I was feeling a lot better. I still had a very mild flow, but the cramps were almost gone and were so minor that they didn't bother me. As the cramps eased, my smiling personality returned so I felt like my old self. With a quick douche tonight, I could clean myself up so that Gary wouldn't see a thing.

When Gary showed up uninvited, the first night of my period, I wanted to kick his ass for general principles, but at the same time, I wanted to fuck his brains out. I told him what was going on and he understood. He curled up in bed beside me and we talked. It's nice to have a relationship that doesn't depend on just sex. I enjoyed lying in bed with him, with his arms around me, feeling his cock lying along the deep crease of my buttocks, enjoying the feel of pressing my ass deeper into his crotch as he caressed my boobs. Even though I was menstruating, I still wanted to make love to him. He declined, which I expected, but he allowed me to blow him.

The following night, he took me to a party. I didn't feel too outgoing because of the cramps, but wanted to get out, hoping it would make me feel better. It was a small party at one of the other life-guard places and I met a lot of my co- workers.

As I looked around the beach, I saw a familiar face. Nice man and his family, that have been here since Thursday morning. The husband is real friendly and the wife doesn't object to the time that he spends with me. Most men try to pick me up but he doesn't seem interested in sex with me; which I like. I need to have some friends that I can talk to and feel comfortable around. The husband looks familiar to me, but I don't know why. I like both of them and have spent a lot of time talking to them. Their last name is Brown.

I met them when they rented the place next to me. They had Gary and me over for supper last night. As we sipped our wine sitting around their dinner table, I felt very comfortable, talking to them. It felt uncomfortable to be in a strange town and not know anyone. Being with them made me feel more at ease. I'd been a little uptight recently, which I attributed to my period and the new job in a new town.

"I'm calling from an unsecured payphone. Give me the status."

"Yes sir. Client one and client two broke into a chemical supply store last night. We observed them and what they stole. Review of the missing items indicates that the chemicals are scarce, but their ultimate purpose is unknown. They made it look like some vandals."

"What about the woman?"

"She's turned into a happy, horny housewife. She only leaves the house to go grocery shopping. Nothing unusual except her active and frequent participation in sex. She likes to fuck, fuck, and fuck whenever either of the men are home. I hear them grunting and groaning over the sound of the music almost constantly. She did it at least four times today with Houseman. Both of them are just like rabbits."

"They probably expect us to be watching her, so they don't want to get her too involved. Brown, out."

I gazed around the large room, looking at the men staring back at me. I didn't know what was going on or why I was here. I finished my Saturday shift and left the boardwalk, when one of them flashed a police badge at me and eased me into an unmarked car. They drove me to a non-descript building out near the airport and escorted me into this room. When I walked in and saw that there were six men and a bed, I felt very nervous about why they had brought me here. I ain't dumb and knew a rape when I saw one.

The only door into the room opened and I recognized my host from the previous night. As Mr. Brown sat down across from me, I realized that he was one of them, causing a moment of panic.

"Donna, we don't have much time and have a lot of work. We need to put you through a de-briefing session so that you can be back to work in the morning, without arousing suspicion."

For the next five minutes, he told the most fantastic story. I couldn't believe what he was telling me. That I had been kidnapped by aliens and brainwashed. That I was really a man. They showed pictures of someone that looked exactly like me; but it wasn't me because I didn't remember letting anyone take those pictures of me. If I hadn't been in a room full of undercover police, I would have considered it to be a hoax.

Then he explained that they wanted to inject drugs into me and hypnotize me to help me remember who I really was. They didn't believe me when I told them that I was only Donna Jefferson and declined their treatment. Although I strongly objected and loudly requested to see my lawyer, they ignored my rights. They forced me on the bed and injected something into my arm. I was cursing them. I knew that my lawyer would sue them for everything once I got out of there. And especially that god damn Brown who I thought was my friend.

"Cathy, come here." he directed as he leaned back in the overstuffed recliner, pulling the ever present ashtray closer.

"Ok, Wayne." she accepted with a big smile on her face.

"Honey, I want you to go to a party with me tonight. There will be a metallurgist there that I want you to go home with tonight. Do whatever it takes to get inside his house tonight. After you get into his house, I want you to disable his security system before you get in bed with him. Will you do that for me?"

Her face lit up in a big smile as she acknowledged her acceptance. She would do anything for the man that she loved. She was very happy living here with him. She kneeled beside the easy chair and rubbed her hand over his crotch, smiling as she felt it react to her finger's gentle touch. As she unzipped the trousers, she felt a very strong wave of desire to suck her man's cock.

I had a splitting headache and was very nauseous. As I leaned over the commode and dry heaved again, a long lock of blonde hair trailed down into the puke water. I pulled it back and held onto it as the last wave of sickness slacked off. I rolled over and leaned against the bathroom wall. My body was sweaty, I smelled like puke and I was extremely confused. Standing in the bathroom, watching me puke my guts out, was Brown.

"How are you feeling?"

"I want to die." I responded, knowing that was exactly how I felt that moment.

"Sorry but we had to use some very strong stuff on you. We didn't have the time to let you build a tolerance to it. Are you ready to talk now?"

"Yes." I mumbled as he helped me to my feet. I walked very shakily back into the outer room and lay down on the bed. The same bed that I had been forced down on, only a couple of short hours before.

"What happened to me?" I asked, as a chill roared through me upon hearing my female soprano voice.

"You were brainwashed into thinking that you're a woman named Donna and you think that Houseman is your boyfriend. They wanted to get you out of the way for a while, so they created a phony identity for you. They built a highly feminine new personality for you, which unfortunately is much stronger than your old normal male personality. While we can restore your old memories, we can't get rid of the new memories or your new personality. It looks like you're going to have the Donna Jefferson personality for the rest of your life. Your Wayne Houseman memories will be like an old dream that you remember and which will eventually merge with your Donna memories. You can remember the old male memories, but you will know and feel like you're really Donna."

I looked down at my exposed cleavage and my lifeguard bathing suit, knowing that he had told the truth about my body exchange and memory modification.

"What's the last thing that you remembered before they turned you loose to go to the beach?"

"They swapped bodies with me and tied me to a bed. Then they started asking the same question over and over. I didn't cooperate with them and resisted them. That's all I remember."

He handed me a glass of water and a pill "This will make your stomach feel a little better. We injected you with a hypnotic drug and forced you to remember your old identity. Once you recalled your life as Wayne, you started snapping out of it. The only thing that they did to your mind after creating the phony identity, was to set up a requirement for you to do whatever Wayne's or Greg's commanded you to do. We will need more time to remove that compulsion, but at least you know about it. If they command you to do something, do it as if it was something that you really wanted to do."

"What are we going to do?" I asked.

"It's almost morning. We worked all night to restore your memory. Hate to do this to you, but you need to report back to your lifeguard duty. We want you to go back to the life that they created for you and to still pretend to be Donna. We are hoping that they will contact you and try to use you, thinking that you're still under their mental control. We want you to play along until we discover where their space ship is."

She was awake and listening to the naked man lying in bed beside her snore. It had been so easy to pick him up and to get him to take her to his home. After he fell asleep, she had sneaked downstairs and turned off the security system, using the codes that she memorized when he opened the door for them. She poured a glass of milk and carried it upstairs so she could use it as an excuse if he wanted to know why she had left his bed.

As she walked up the stairs, she saw Greg enter the house now that the alarm was turned off. She smiled and blew a kiss at him, wishing it was him that she was in bed with. He had a nice large cock and really knew how to use it, unlike the egotistical bastard sleeping upstairs. But he visited their apartment on such a frequent basis now, that she could make love to him anytime that she desired.

Sunday

I was late getting to work because I had to shower. I also swallowed a bottle of mouthwash to get rid of my mouth's pukey taste. As I sat up on my perch, looking out at the beach but not really seeing anything, my mind was leap frogging through so many confusing thoughts. Although they freed my Wayne memory, they couldn't remove the phony Donna memories. While I knew that everything about Donna never occurred, it was very difficult to believe because it all felt so real. So my mental state was discombobulated. I was two people in one body. Two trains of thoughts. Two memories of very real lives. My woman's memories were comfortable with being in a female body. The man's memory was uncomfortable with being in a female body. The woman's memory and personality were stronger than my male identity.

Where the jiggle of my boobs had felt very natural before, now I felt embarrassed as they freely bounced with the slightest movement. I knew that men were staring at me as they undressed me with their eyes. There were so many other ways where I felt very different, that I didn't know where to start identifying the differences. Even simple breathing caused a jiggle and stretch of the swimsuit material, reminding me of the change. And walking felt different because I've got a different balance and walk pattern now. It also felt funny to be smaller and to have long hair hanging down on my shoulders and blowing in my face.

I groaned as I wondered how I could face Gary again. According to Brown's plan, I'm supposed to pretend that I'm still one hundred percent Donna, which includes being Gary's girlfriend. That means that I've got to let Gary fuck me. When I voiced my reservations about letting him into my bed, Brown told me that the body exchange increased sexual libido. He rationalized that when my hormones kicked in from sexual stimulation, that my female reactions would feel more natural. I didn't know if I could do it. Just thinking about kissing a man turned me off, much less sucking a man's cock. I remembered what I did with Gary when I was only Donna, but now that I was thinking as a mixture of Wayne and Donna, I felt revulsion to doing that to a man.

I took a big sip of my coffee, wanting the caffeine to kick in. I looked around the beach, seeing at least five different people that I recognized to be part of Brown's team. I knew that there were more people watching me that I didn't know by sight.

Houseman was walking down the street, smoking a cigarette. He stopped at a payphone and dialed a memorized number. When the other person answered, he announced "Laik. We have completed our assignment, even will all the federal spies watching us. Your plan to let them follow us around, worked. They are so busy letting us do whatever we want to, that we don't have to worry about them stopping us. I've got one more task to do, but I know how to shake them for that six hours. Rendezvous at the beach on Thursday with liftoff on Friday morning."

Chapter 11 - The visits

I was wearing a thong bikini that I had found in my suitcase. There was a knock on the door. I opened it to see Gary standing there, with a bag of burgers and a six pack of beer. He had a big smile on his face and a very evident hard cock sticking out in his shorts. I had a quick deja vu flash and felt tense as I took the beer from him and he waited for me to fondle his obvious hard cock. I turned around, opening the bag as I came up with what I hoped would be my most convincing statement "I've got a sinus headache tonight."

He followed me into the kitchen and stood behind me putting his arms around me, whispering in my ear, letting his warm breath tickle my neck; as he let his hands roam over my stomach. "I've missed you. I sat on my stand all day with a very hard cock, thinking about your nice pussy. Let's go into your bedroom and fuck. We both want it, don't we!"

It was a command, not a question, as he suggestively rubbed his cock against my ass. While the thought of his cock touching me was revolting to my male memory, the touch of his body stirred something with my female body. As soon as he touched me, my tense feeling disappeared, replaced by a new strange feeling coursing through my body. His hands were cupping my breasts, and his hard cock rubbing against my ass as he whispered in my ear. "You want it just as bad as I do. You like it when I play with your pussy. I can make your pussy feel so good. I'll use my tongue to get your pussy all wet and juicy. Then I'll use my tongue to find your clit as my finger slides into your fuckhole, slowly stretching it, getting it ready for my cock."

A strong sexual urge took control, directing my body to press back against his body, thrusting my ass against his cock. It was almost as if I was hypnotized, the way that my body was reacting to his gentle touches and suggestive whispers. I didn't resist as he untied my top, letting it fall, as I turned around to face him, rubbing my soft mammary mounds against his large, muscular chest. I stood on my tiptoes as our lips kissed, feeling a tremendous sexual desire for him.

Watkins approached the apartment with photographs of the dead Senator Walker. He had been asked by another police organization to show the pictures to Browning/Doe to see if she recognized the dead man. The other organization didn't know that she wasn't the real Doctor, and he was the assigned detective on the case. He called Brown and Brown didn't think this would cause any problems. The agents were listening to their bugs and would be able to react to anything that occurred. They were close by in an apartment in the same building on a lower floor.

The apartment door was opened by Janice Browning. She clearly didn't have a bra on underneath the silky set of pajamas, which showed her long nipples. Her tousled hair had a 'just getting out of bed' look and her neck looked as if someone had recently been sucking on her neck. She smiled at the detective. "Come in. Wayne is just getting into the shower and will join us in a few minutes. We slept in this morning and I'm fixing us some breakfast. Would you like a cup of coffee?"

Less than ten minutes ago, Gary entered my bedroom. Now I'm undressed, lying on my bed and he's stroking my twat, causing me to get extremely aroused. I lost all of my initial revulsion at having a man touch me, as soon as he rubbed his finger against my inner pussy lips. As I felt my vagina lips began to swell and enlarge from the gentle foreplay, I became a willing participant in whatever he wanted to do. I enjoyed his delicate teasing of my cunt, which was glistening with my very fresh moisture. I jerked as he spread my delicate fleshy inner lips and began massaging them between his thumb and forefinger. I groaned as I felt that tender flesh stretch and then returned to their normal size, allowing more juices to began to ooze from my cunt.

"What's he doing now?" asked Mr. Brown.

The agent with the earphones on, replied "She turned on some music for a second. It was too loud at first but she quickly turned it down so I can hear them talking again. There's a lot of background noise, but I can hear her talking to the detective and telling him something about some restaurant in Austin."

Gary probed my clit with his tongue, causing my clit to become firm and enlarged. I squeezed my nipples as he sucked on my sensitive bud, then slowly allowed it to return. His sucking caused me to writhed all over the bed, but Gary never stopped his erotic teasing of my tortured vagina. He spread my cunt lips with one hand and inserted two fingers a fraction of an inch into my throbbing cunt. He spread his fingers, stretching my cunt hole wide open.

"Are you ready for me to fuck you, Honey?", Gary hummed with his tongue wrapped around my clitoris.

"I'm reeeady, fuck me!" I cried as he rapidly started diddling my erect clit, then pushed his fingers deeper into my slippery hole, twisting his hand as his fingers eased inside me. I gasped and drew my knees up, making my cunt open wider so it would be easier for him to subject me to this wonderful torture.

He began wiggling his fingers and moving his fingers around inside my slippery wet fuckhole. I went crazy, thrashing around on the bed, alternately screaming for him to stop, then demanding him to continue. It was too much for me to take as he probed me deeper. As he sucked me, I screamed, my body tensed then went limp as a wet electrical wave roared through my body. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world.

The next hour was one of the most fantastic hours of my life. Later as I lay curled up next to Gary's body feeling my cunt juice dribbling down my thighs, I thought back to that moment where I had turned into being a promiscuous slut. I remembered quite vividly what it felt like to have heaving tits bouncing up and down as his balls bounced repeatedly against my ass. I remembered arching my back so his thick cock could go deeper into me. I screamed when he pushed his dick in to the absolute limit, pumping my pussy full of his hot jism. Then we both collapsed on the bed, utterly exhausted. We lay there and I could feel his cock softening as it started sliding out of my vagina. Although we had fucked when I believed that I was really Donna, it was quite different when I knew about my former life as Wayne.

I lay on my belly, my legs spread obscenely open as our mixed cream oozed out, dripping down my ass before being absorbed by the sheets. As I stared at his cock, I knew that I had to try it to see if oral sex was as repulsive as it seemed to be at first.

Brown looked at the clock and mumbled quietly "He's been in there eighteen minutes. This was only supposed to take ten. What's going on now"

"She's still telling him about something in Austin. She's doing all the talking."

"What's Houseman doing?"

"He's still taking his shower."

Brown muttered under his breath "I don't like this."

It's amazing how a big cock can fit inside me so easy.

And to think that only three hours ago, I didn't want him to touch me. After he fucked me, I couldn't get enough of him. I stared at his naked body and whispered "I know what you want. I know how good it feels to have a pair of lips wrapped around your cock. That's what you want, isn't it? You want me to take your cock into my mouth and suck you off, don't you? You want me to wrap my lips around your cock and suck you deep into my hungry mouth. You want to hear me moan and groan as you pump my mouth full of your cum. I know what you want, because I've been there. I know how great it feels. Well, I'm going to do it to you. But only because I'm also going to make you fuck me as you've never fucked a woman before. This is a two way street, mister. I want it as badly as you do."

I leaned forward so that the head of his cock was inches from my face. I knew that my hot breath was flowing around his cock as I whispered "I'm going suck you off, but don't cum in my mouth."

My lips opened as I positioned my face next to his cock. I saw my long slender tongue emerge from my mouth, as I aimed at the underside of his cockhead. As my tongue flicked against his cockhead, I leaned forward again, allowing the cock to disappear into my mouth. For ten seconds, neither of us moved as I wrapped and unwrapped my tongue around the cock in my mouth. Then I pulled my head back, keeping my lips tightly pursed until only the cockhead remained in my mouth. Then with one smooth motion, I rammed my face forward, pressing the cock into the back of my throat about five inches deep. He backed his cock out until it bottomed out against the back of my throat. Again and again I repeated this action.

After several ramming thrusts, I pulled my head back until his salvia coated cock sprang free of my drooling mouth. My lip-sticked lips left a ruby red coat around his cock. My lips parted as my tongue flicked back and forth over the cockhead. I kissed and sucked the head as if I had been doing it all my life. I gently cupped his balls with one hand while the other hand jacked back and forth on the saliva- covered cock, remembering how much I liked my women to do that to me. While I jacked the shaft with my slender fingers, I sucked the whole head inside my mouth. I rammed him deep into my mouth, pausing when the head butted against my throat. I tilted my head slightly, creating a better angle for my throat, feeling myself gurgle once before I pulled the cock down into my narrow throat.

I held it within my throat for about five seconds before I eased the cockhead back to my lips, then deep-throated him again. In less than a minute, I brought him to a powerful orgasm. As I felt it boiling up within him, I pulled his cock back so that only the cockhead was within my lips. As his cock jerked and squirted load after load of creamy cum into my mouth, I knew that I had a big smile on my closed lips.

The agent wearing the earphones jerked them off as he yelled "Houseman struck Watkins and ran out the door."

Brown picked up a microphone and commanded "Houseman is on the run. Repeat, our suspect is on the run. Stop him, but don't let him touch you. Approach with caution and backup."

He turned to one of the agents standing at the door and yelled "Come with me."

The two ran down the hallway and up the stairwell to Houseman's apartment. As they approached the door, they pulled their pistols.

Brown went in first. Doctor Browning's body was on the floor, unconscious. The black detective was leaning over her, feeling her pulse. There was a trace of blood on his face from a bleeding lip.

"What happened?" asked Brown.

The detective's loud bass voice boomed as he called out "Houseman got out of the shower and didn't know that I was here. He came down the hallway talking in some strange language on what I assumed was a radio. When he saw that I was in the living room and had overheard him, he tried to bluff me. When he saw that his bluff wasn't working, he drew some sort of alien pistol. She stood up just as he fired and some sort of shock wave struck us. It knocked me down, but put her out. She's all right, just had the air knocked out of her. Where's Houseman?"

The second agent reported "Houseman is running down the street and has just entered an old abandoned warehouse about three blocks from here."

The detective looked straight at Brown and loudly declared "I know that warehouse. Used to play there when I was a kid. It has all sorts of underground entries into the sewer system. If he gets into that maze of tunnels, you'll lose him. Put all your men on that warehouse and come on."

As the big detective ran out the door, Brown commanded to the agent "Stay here and guard the woman. Get some backup for yourself."

Brown turned, yelling commands into his radio and ran down the hallway chasing the black detective. Although the detective was large, he was surprising fast on his feet. Brown was huffing by the time they ran down the three flights of stairs and started up the block.

All of a sudden, the detective fell. Brown reached down to help him up, but Watkins was grimacing with pain as he grabbed his ankle "Fucking old football injury. Twisted my ankle. Go on, I'll catch up in a minute."

Brown ran as hard as he could until he reached the warehouse. There were five police cars out front and it was being sealed off as his men surrounded the warehouse.

A block away, the detective stood up slowly, then started walking, as if he was favoring an injured ankle. As he walked, he turned so that he was headed away from the warehouse, toward the subway entrance. He paused only long enough to stop for a second and light a cigarette. A smile formed on his face as he wondered how long it would take Brown to learn that he had been suckered.

Brown was throwing a temper tantrum. Although they had caught Houseman by throwing a net over him and drugging him, something didn't seem right. When his agent at the apartment called to report that Doctor Browning was awake and claiming to really be Watkins, Brown knew that the alien had escaped in the black man's body. An all point's bulletin was released for the detective, but there were over fifty thousand black men matching his description in New York City. He could be anywhere. Another bulletin was put out for the security guard, who had escaped also.

Brown rushed to the hospital where they transferred Houseman's and Doctor Browning. As soon as he entered the room with Doctor Browning's body, his suspicions were confirmed.

"Fucking shit. The bastard was in her body. We were sitting there, drinking coffee and she said that I had some small bug on my neck. I turned my neck so that she could brush it off and WHAM. A electric shock roared through my body and I fell asleep. The next thing I know, your fucking man is standing over me. And I'm in her body. Oh, shit. How am I going to explain this to Marcia? I ain't never going to get no more of her sweet pussy unless I can convince her to become a lesbian. You gotta help me get my body back."

Brown talked to the former detective for several minutes but didn't get any more information. Down the hall, a heavily guarded, drugged Houseman was in a secure cell. Through the intercom, Brown questioned Houseman to confirm that the person in Houseman's body was the former Cathy Bell. Laik had traded bodies with her earlier that morning and commanded her to wait in the bedroom and run to that warehouse when she heard a special command phrase. When the detective stuck his head in the door, he told her the special command phrase. So she ran as fast as she could.

Chapter 12 - The Three Musketeers

Thursday:

I slowly pushed the heavy arm off of my boobs. Gary was a sound sleeper and was sprawled across the bed, and curled up against me. I crawled out of the bed and went to the bathroom. When it's time to pee, I've got to go. I can't hold it like I used to, when I was a man.

I sat on the commode and felt the warm water rush out of me. Then I wiped myself dry and flushed the commode. I was pissed because when I walked, still half asleep into the bathroom, the seat was up. I almost fell in as I caught myself on the cold porcelain commode. Why can't Gary remember what to do after he pees? If I ever get my body back again, you can be sure that I'll never leave a commode seat up. I never realized how important it was to a woman before.

I showered using a douche and the shower to rinse away my sweat and dried fuck juice. We had made love three times during the night. As usual, Gary was too tired to go home, so he slept over. I felt refreshed this morning, after I douched. I was off today but had a full day of activities. I was going to put on my bikini, rent a pair of roller blades; then spend the morning, cruising the boardwalk.

I dried my hair and applied lipstick. I looked forward to the next couple of hours of being away from it all and letting the sun beat down upon my body, improving my tan. My skimpy bikini top had just enough material on it, to cover my areola and nipples. The small triangle bikini bottom covered my mound and had a thong back. It was perfect for showing off my new body.

Then I woke up the sleeping beauty. He glanced at the time and jerked on his shorts, pausing long enough to kiss me before he ran out the door.

I picked up my small headphone radio; then walked to the rollerblade rental. As I put my blades on, some other people came in to rent equipment. I recognized one of the guys renting blades as being my security guard. I knew that I would have other guards following in cars, staying in radio contact.

I put my headphone radio on, and started rolling down the boardwalk. It felt good to stretch my legs and relax. Over the last several days, I've changed a lot. Once the shock of waking up as a female passed, I began to enjoy being a woman. Especially the sex part. I still had two separate memories but they were merging. Think how a person feels when they go on vacation. They start getting relaxed and the old work routine seems like a far distant memory. Well, that's how I was feeling. I knew that I used to be Wayne Houseman. But I felt, looked, thought, lived and made love as Donna Jefferson. So it was quite easy to start thinking like Donna and to let the Wayne thought processes die. As I cruised the boardwalk in my bikini and men stared at my shapely feminine curves, it made it so much easier to become the person that I looked like.

"Listen, I don't care what you can't do. I'm going to kick your white ass if you don't get my body back. I don't want to hear this shit about how your men screwed up and lost my body. I ain't no fucking woman and refuse to spend the rest of my life as a fucking cunt. A older white cunt."

Brown looked at the woman pacing the floor. She was wearing the standard hospital garb and her disheveled red hair was sticking up. He tried to reason with the former detective "My men are combing the city. We have...."

"I don't want to hear excuses. I want action. I tried to call some of my bro's to help me tear this city apart and your men stopped my outgoing calls. Why?"

"We don't want the city panicked. What will happen if some reporter finds out about this? You're panicking and we have to search for your body in a controlled method."

The woman's angry eyes flashed as him as her lips replied "I know that you're right or I would have already kicked ass. You don't know what it's like to be stuck in someone else's body and unable to do anything to help yourself. Can you let me talk to my main squeeze? Her name is Marcia."

Houseman's body was sitting at a table. His glazed eyes were staring straight ahead. Behind a glass one-way mirror, a team was recording his every movement and word. Brown read the preliminary report. The person being examined, was Cathy Bell. She had been hypnotized into loving the two aliens and would do anything that they requested. It was the same person that they had previously examined, except that she was now in a man's body.

Brown wrote on the report "Try to remove the implanted commands so that Bell is able to think, using her own thoughts. If we are unable to restore these people to their natural bodies, I don't want them running around the country, telling their tales. I want them to stay together and to help each other keep this secret."

Sunday:

I slowly pushed the heavy arm off of my boobs. David was a sound sleeper and was sprawled across the bed, and curled up against me. I crawled out of the bed and went to the bathroom. For a moment, I was lost because this was David's place and I didn't remember where the bathroom was. I was rushing because when it's time to pee, I've got to go. I can't hold it like I used to, when I was a man.

I sat on the commode and felt the warm water rush out of me as I thought about what I had to do today. It's been a long three days. I broke up with Gary yesterday because he thought that he owned me. So last night, I fixed myself up and went dancing. That's where I met David.

I met a lot of men last night and flirted with them all. It felt so good to have this power to attract men and have them fawn over me, hoping that I'll award them with a simple smile, praying that they are lucky enough to wind up in my bed. I had never realized how women control the dating process. I could go to bed with any man that I wanted. I could have him spend all his money and not give him a thing in return. Being a woman has really opened my eyes to the differences between the two sexes and the inter- relationships. I also loved sex in all its forms and each time I tried something new, I found something else I enjoyed.

I remembered how nice it felt last night when Steve pushed his cock between my tight pussy lips. Because we didn't bother with foreplay, my pussy was sore from the large cock forcing its way into my opening. He slowly worked his cock deeper and deeper into me causing me to moan like a fucking fool as I let the rock hard organ into my body. He rammed into me so hard and passionately that we were banging the bed against the wall. I could think of nothing but pleasing him as I pleaded with him to ram his cock harder and deeper into me. When he emptied his load into my throbbing hole, he continued to ram his pulsating cock into me until he filled me with his cum. We laid quietly for a few moments on the small bed where we fell asleep.

My two personalities have merged into one personality. A feminine personality because of the stronger memory modification. I feel very comfortable being Donna and having Cathy's former body. So comfortable with my new identity that I don't know what I'll do, if we find a way to correct all these body switches.

"What do you mean? THE WAREHOUSE CAN'T BE EMPTY." screamed Brown.

The agent standing in the doorway looked at his partner, then reported "Last night, our supervisory agent, arrived with a small truck, telling the agents on duty that you had authorized him to move the scientific equipment. So they helped him load the truck and he drove off. This morning, the local police called us to check out someone that resembled Jeff, the security guard. It was him. Or rather, it was his body with our supervisor agent's memory."

Brown slammed his fist against the table as he commanded "Pull all three of my pigeons together. Laik wants the bodies of Houseman and Bell to go back to his planet with him. Transfer the Houseman, Bell and Browning bodies to Camp Drum. If our friendly aliens want these bodies so badly, let's see what they will do to get them."

I was driven back to my apartment by David, planning on packing an overnight bag and going back to his place, when two carloads of agents showed up. David was sent back home and I was given twenty minutes to pack a suitcase. Then I was driven to a nearby airfield, where they flew me on a small plane to some army base in upper New York state.

Inside the fenced off army base, I was driven to another restricted fenced area. This area had a big building that was some sort of secret medical research building. I was given a badge that was card coded to open some doors and escorted to a conference room.

I didn't have long to wait. Within minutes, the door opened and Janice entered the room. But something about her was different. Instead of neatly styled hair, perfectly applied make-up, and her normal dress; she was wearing jeans, a pull over sweater, didn't have on make-up and her hair was a mess. She walked differently and had a funny expression on her face

As I tried to hug her, she acknowledged "You can hug me because I ain't never turned down a chance to have boobs rub against me, but I ain't who you think I am. It's me - Watkins. I got zapped by the aliens into this body as they ran off with my body."

I looked at the woman standing in front of me. The woman that I had made love to, for the last three weeks that I was in my former male body. As soon she opened her mouth, I knew that it wasn't Cathy. When she opened her purse, removed a cigar and lit it, I had no doubt as to her real identity.

We spent two hours talking and bringing each other up to date on everything that had occurred. I was surprised that he was having such a hard time adapting while I had adapted so easily. We surmised that my memory conditioning had helped while Watkins only had his normal memory. Watkins had just left his former girlfriend. She gave him a hard time and basically told him to get lost. So he was feeling a little depressed.

Then she joined us. Or rather he joined us. While it was my former male body, it was Cathy. We hugged and kissed as we both cried at seeing each other. Then Cathy looked at Watkins or rather at Janice's body smoking a cigar. Cathy stated softly in my male voice "Now you know what I felt like, when I told you about someone stealing my body."

Watkins just grumbled and let us go on with what he called our "woman talk." I started a minor disagreement when Cathy called me "Wayne" and I asked her to "call me Donna, because I feel more comfortable with that name and persona now."

Watkins angrily declared that he "would knock the shit out of the first person that called him anything but Ralph."

Cathy responded "Now you see why I was so upset in the hospital. I didn't want to give up my young, very attractive female body for an older female body. I was in shock and didn't know how to act. So I know where you're coming from and will conform to your desires. However, you'll reach a point where you're just as comfortable in that body as you were in your old body. At that time, it becomes a moot issue whether you answer to a female name or a male name. We can call you Ralph here in the privacy of the compound and it will be acceptable because everyone knows your story. However calling you Ralph in a mall, will result in some funny looks. You'll have to accept the things that you cannot change and give up on the past."

She looked at me and softly continued "I gave up on ever getting my old body back after only a week. While I wanted my younger body back, I wouldn't give up the life and love that I found in Wayne's arms. At first, it was great sex, but I could feel the tenderness and real concern for me. I accepted the Browning body because it was the body of the woman that he loved. Although you're in my body now and have become a woman, I still love the person that I knew as Wayne."

I stepped forward and kissed her, feeling a little strange as I kissed the male lips of my former body. As we shared a gentle and loving kiss, Watkins grumbled "I won't rest until I catch those fucking aliens and get my body back. I'm the one most screwed in this threesome body swap arrangement."

Before either of us could reply, Ralph removed the cigar from her mouth and continued "Houseman came out all right. Not only is he now twenty years younger, but he has a luscious body to match his mixed up memory, so he is very happy with his life. As for you," he exclaimed angrily pointing his cigar at Cathy "you lost twenty years and wound up in a man's body. So you didn't come out too good. As for me, I wound up in a white woman's body that's fifteen years older than my real age. While you can adapt to being a man, because anyone can be a man, there ain't no fucking way that I can live as a woman. So I was really screwed."

No matter what we said, Watkins was fuming about being trapped in a female body. After several minutes of intense heated discussion, nothing had been resolved, except that we agreed to a general gender rule, with much objection from Ralph.

We knew who we really were, but we had to adapt to how society looks at our new bodies. Cathy suggested that while we could call each other by our real names, that we should always use the correct gender in our descriptive pronouns. Ralph objected as expected, but Cathy and I decided that we were going to do it anyway. As for names, I suggested calling me Donna so that there would only be one Cathy. Ralph got pissed at my request, which Cathy and I recognized as his, I mean her reluctance to accept her fate.

So Cathy changed the subject and we spent the next hour discussing my stories, with both of them very curious of my experiences as I lived what I thought was a normal female life, before we were joined by Brown.

"I had the three of you brought here to protect you because they have proved that we can't protect anyone out on the street; and this is where we have our traps set. You're my bait to catch them. They want the Houseman and Bell bodies to take back with them."

Cathy looked at me with my former but now his current brown eyes as he spoke "It's very fitting that we three should be together. I'll be ready for them."

Watkins grunted as she replied "Just like the three fucking musketeers."

Chapter 13 - The abduction

That night the aliens claimed a body. It was my former body that they grabbed. Sometime during the night while he was asleep, Cathy was transported from his room to the alien spaceship. Then they swapped bodies with him again before transporting him back to his room, so that he was now in Watkins' black male body and they had my former male body. He didn't know how they did it, because he was asleep the whole time. He just woke up in bed with a room full of doctors standing around him, staring at the black male body.

There was also a note from them. It read:

Greetings

We were hoping that we could visit your planet

without attracting as much attention as we

did. Our mission wasn't to create havoc on

your planet, but to research a scientific area

where your technology was much more

advanced than our planets. Our civilization

is dying because we have a hereditary

problem that affects more and more of our

children in every generation.

We were sent here to borrow from your culture

so that our culture may survive. We regret any

loss of life, or the drastic changes that some

innocent people experienced, but we weren't

sure if you would share your knowledge with us.

Or allow us to return to our planet. Neither

Jwark nor myself could help our planet if we

were stuck in an embalming jar somewhere

while your scientists examined our internal

organs.

So we came, we took, and now we are leaving.

We have the information that we were seeking

and perhaps our scientists can find the answer

that they were looking for. We have two of your

people that we are taking back to our planets.

Who they were, doesn't matter because we

modified their memories so they are happy with

their new bodies and are looking forward to

exploring our planet. The male Houseman body

contains a unique BK-G chromosome that we

think may be the key to our eventual survival.

We'll mate the Houseman body with the

female body and selected females from our

planet to create a new gene pool. In the next

eight generations of our people, we think that

we can delete the disease that plagues our

children.

So we leave you. We have a left a mess which

we didn't intend to do. Our original intent

was to modify every one's memories so that

they were happy with their new body. But

our memory modification techniques didn't

work with some bodies such as the body that

we put Doctor Browning in. Then our schedule

was advanced because the favorable solar

conditions that we needed for space travel were

happening sooner than we expected.

We apologize to those people who we leave

behind in other bodies. As we break off this

communication with your planet, we wish

your planet to know that it is because of your

people, that our people have a chance to live.

Please forgive us.

Laik and Jwark

They were gone and it didn't take a genius for us to know that we would never be returned to our original bodies. That information really upset Watkins and she went berserk, until she was subdued. Her anger quickly dissipated as she lay on the floor crying. After that brief crying jag, she appeared to shake off the disappointment and return to the more normal asshole personality that we had seen recently.

They separated us and put a team of analysts working with each of us. They kept Cathy secluded from us while they examined him, and us to see if we changed. So we spent the whole day being tested, prodded, and questioned.

That night, it was only Watkins and myself in our floor because they were still examining Cathy in his new black male body. I was very surprised when I opened my door and saw Watkins standing there. Not so much because Ralph was visiting my room, but because of the way that Ralph had changed her appearance.

Ever since the transformation, Ralph had resisted wearing feminine clothes or doing anything to improve her feminine appearance; even something as simple as combing her hair. She wore dark sunglasses, blue jeans, cowboy boots and a baggy sweatshirt constantly, no make-up, her hair was mashed down under a baseball cap, and she constantly kept a un-lit half-smoked smelly cigar in her mouth.

Standing in my doorway was a beautiful woman. The beautiful woman that Cathy had transformed herself into when she inhabited that body. From the scared little smile on her face, I knew that it was still Ralph, but she had transformed herself into the beautiful woman that she could be, when she wanted to be feminine.

She was standing in my doorway, dressed in an ultra-sheer gown that hugged her trim body like another skin and displayed every dimple and curve. I recognized the dress because it was one that I had bought for Cathy when she first moved in with me. Her hair was perfectly styled and her make-up was perfect and that damn cigar was gone. Instead of the malodorous smell of the stinky cigar, there was a tantalizing scent of expensive perfume.

Chapter 14 - Bro or Sis

"Don't give me any shit. If you knew how much courage it took for me to do this, you would award me the medal of honor. I asked one of the female agents to help me fix myself up. They packed the female clothes in your apartment for me, even though I refused to wear any of this shit. If I'm going to be stuck looking like this for the rest of my life, I better start learning to walk in these damn high heels. Are you going to ask me in or are you going to make me stand out here the rest of the night?" she asked.

"You look great! Come on in." I told her.

She stepped forward and almost stumbled as her ankle twisted in the high heel. I watched as she awkwardly walked into my room on the very unfamiliar high heels.

She turned and declared "I ain't no fucking bitch or wanta- be woman. Inside, I'm all man, no matter what I look like on the outside. But regardless of my real or apparent sex, there's one thing that will never change for me. I'm a survivor. I made it out of the getto because I looked around and saw what I had to do, to live. I learned how to talk like someone who has never seen a ghetto, much less lived in one. I learned how to write like a Rhodes Scholar. When I couldn't obtain the money needed for law school, I re- adjusted my ambition so that I became a police officer. All my life, I've adjusted to my current situation and went on with my life. That is, until this happened. Then I got stuck in a rut because I was afraid. Afraid of being a woman. So I've been listening to you and watching you because the same thing happened to you. If I didn't know better, I'd think that you were born in that body, because you're so natural. After what happened last night, I realized that I'm probably stuck in this body for the rest of its life, so I'm going to have to learn how to use it and to blend in. I'm going to have to accept the fact that I'll never be recognized as one of the Bro's. And this white body will never be accepted as a Sis either. Now, don't laugh at me but I need someone to help me practice. You don't know how much will power it took to ask that woman to help me fix myself up like this. Or to step outside of my room, looking like this, in this fucking shit. I picked this slut outfit because if I can wear this, I can wear anything."

"I won't laugh at you. I think you look great and have the right attitude!" I responded.

There was a faint smile in the corner of her lips from my praise; before it faded and she continued "Unlike you, I don't feel any different inside. I would much rather be wearing a nice three piece suit and working on getting you into bed, then to be standing here in these damn high heels. Why do women let themselves get talked into wearing this shit?"

"Beats me. But I quickly found out that I liked wearing it because it made me feel more feminine and also to attract more men."

"I'm not interested in either of those two potentials. I just want to blend in so that people don't point at me. So that they look at me and treat me as a normal person, not some freak. So you going to help me?"

"Yes. Would you like a glass of wine?" I declared as I walked around her, headed toward the small bar in the corner of the room. As I walked by her, I touched her behind, feeling the warm flesh under the material.

"Lesson one, is that you've got to get used to being ogled, touched and hit upon," I continued.

"Got any scotch? I like it on the rocks. Yeah, I thought long and hard about that last night. I remembered how I used to treat women and I ain't looking forward to it. As I thought about women's naked bodies, I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. Brown was right when he theorized that the libido was stronger after a body exchange. After playing with myself for awhile last night, I decided that I ain't going to be no celibate nun for the rest of my life so I'm going to have to learn to be a lesbian. No man's cock will ever come near my lips."

I poured two glasses of wine as I replied "Scotch and the other whiskies will get you drunk too fast. Remember that you've got a smaller body and less alcohol tolerance now. So get used to drinking wine and sipping it, instead of gulping it. As for sex, I enjoy my new sexual freedom. When I was a man, I had some hang-ups and there were some things that I wouldn't do with a woman. And I wouldn't even consider a man. But now, I look forward to either sex and am much more open in my appreciation of sex."

She took the wine from me as I observed that her fingernails had been freshly manicured and coated with polish.

"When it comes to pussy, there ain't nothing that I won't do or eat. A lot of women declared me as the best fuck they ever had. I could keep it hard for hours! But now that I ain't got a hard cock, I'm going have to learn other ways to satisfy a woman. But any man that waves a cock in my face, risks me cutting it off. If I don't have a knife, I'll bite it off."

I cooed "But dearie, in order to bite it off, you've got to take the cockhead into your mouth."

She looked at me and laughed. It was a deep, comfortable laugh.

I continued "How can I help you?"

Her face blushed slightly as she paused before replying "I can read some books and learn how to put on lipstick or pay someone to fix my hair until I learn how to do it. What I need to learn now, is who I've become now and to learn how my new body works. I know that I could go out and get some man to show me how this body works, but I can't let a man touch me without feeling some natural revulsion. It's going to take a woman's touch and Marcia deserted me when I needed her the most."

"I see and know exactly what you feel like. Well, let's see what we can do to help you discover the new you. I know that when Cathy was in your body, she was a real sex bomb, just looking for someone to help her explode. You're very attractive. You're very sexy, especially dressed as you're now. Did you dress that way to excite me? No bra, so your nipples stick out and remind me of the wonderful body that's under that dress. No hose or stockings, so I could slide my hands up those gorgeous legs and easily play with that pussy of yours?" I softly replied as I ran my hands over her waist and hips, stepping forward slightly so my body was gently touching her body. I looked deep into her eyes. After five seconds of no resistance from her, I put my arms around her and cupped her trim buttocks, feeling her warm body against my body as I rubbed my breasts against her breasts.

"I like that, it makes me feel so good. Your fingertips sent electric shivers up my spine. I hope that you want this as much as I do." she whispered in a huskily tone that I recognized from my time with Cathy being in that body.

I looked down at the small breasts barely hidden by the body hugging fabric, watching them move under the gown as she breathed. I could see the nipples were getting more rigid as her new body reacted to the stimulus of my body.

"Do you like my breasts? I was always a leg man."

"Yes, you've got a perfect set of boobs. I'll show you how much I like them and how much they can help you enjoy sex." I smelled the scent of her perfume and also the unmistakable odor of her pussy getting excited. I could tell that she was nervous with anticipation.

She nodded but didn't get a chance to reply as I leaned in and our lips met. As we slowly kissed, gently at first and then more passionately, her hands cupped my breasts As my mouth covered her open mouth, her tongue frenziedly began lashing my tongue. Her hands fondled my larger breasts as I fondled her stiff and hard nipples through her dress. Without breaking our kiss, I unzipped her dress, pushing the two straps off her shoulders, separating our bodies only far enough to let her dress fall to the floor. I ran my hand down the length of her smooth body, feeling her smooth, tight ass.

"You feel so good" I groaned as we finally broke our kiss. I bent over and begin sucking her excited nipple.

She tried to force her tit into my mouth, enjoying the sensation of my boob sucking. She pulled my head to her other boob as I began humping her wet cunt with my knee between her spread legs. I knew what she was craving now and sucked her breast as hard as I could, twirling my tongue around the swollen mass. The nipple was large, firm, warm and throbbing perceptibly. When I bit the nipple gently, she cried out while trying to force more of her breast into my mouth. Uncontrollably, her hips began bucking as her legs straightened and spread wide. She experienced an orgasm wrapped around my leg. I was pinching her nipples with thumbs and forefingers and pulling up hard, causing her to shudder from my stimulus.

I moaned "Your big nipples are so hard and thick. That's the way I like them. My boobs are big, but I've got small nipples. I want you to rub your nipples against my pussy, after I eat you.", feeling her jerk from ecstasy as she thought about my request. With a gentle push, I guided her back to the sofa, pushing her down onto the sofa. I dropped down so that I was kneeling on the floor between her feet, as I commanded her "Lie back and lift your legs, Ralph."

She quickly obeyed me as I looked down at my new lover, feeling lust. Her face, neck and upper chest were deeply flushed. From the center of her chest rose twin, quivering mounds of pale, firm flesh capped by swollen, enormous, broad nipples. As she obeyed me, I bent down to her open cunt and captured her clitoris between my lips. Knowing what she would like, my tongue traced a path as I wiped languorously from her rich black nest of pubic hair to her puckered anus and back again. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the memory of her fleshy thighs when Cathy was in his body and the delicious taste of her pussy as waves of sensation washed over me. She closed her eyes in ecstasy as my tongue zipped in and out of her pussy while I used a wet finger to tickle her asshole. I sucked and licked her the same way that Gary's experienced tongue had done to me on my first night of sex as a woman.

As I sucked her clit, I decided to see how far I could push her. I pulled my mouth back slightly, replacing my lips with my fingers as I whispered "What's your name?"

She groaned "Ralph."

"No. If you want me to keep doing this, you have to select a female name. What's your new name?"

She didn't respond so I let go of her clit and sat up. Her eyes opened instantly, staring angrily at me as I repeated "What name shall I call you?"

For about five seconds, she just stared at me then her lips parted slightly as she whispered "Jan."

I smiled and bent back down as I repeated "Good. We are going to become best friends and lovers, Jan."

I began kissing her slowly and sensuously from her boobs to her pussy. My fingers played with her pussy as I sucked her tits and caressed her smooth skin. As I probed her mouth with my tongue, I rubbed my thigh against her hairy bush, feeling her wet pussy lips smear a wet pussy juice trail along my leg. I pulled her off the sofa and onto the rug by simply wrapping my lips around one nipple and sliding one finger deep into her cunt as I whispered "Show me what you have learned."

She pushed me on my back and bowed her head between my legs. I smiled as her tongue licked lightly across my pussy lips. That touch was enough to cause my pussy to began dripping, as my juices began running down my thighs. I groaned as she worked her tongue around my slit, then down to the small skin between my vagina and asshole. I jerked from ecstasy as she licked the juices as she worked up to my hardening clit. Once her tongue found my clit, she licked in circles, causing me to shudder with pleasure as she teased me the way that I had teased her.

Sensing my arousal, she plunged two fingers up my dripping cunt, alternating rubbing my clit with her thumb and licking it with her tongue. She was getting me closer and closer, and I was moaning loader and loader. She paused for a moment and asked quietly "What's my name?"

I loudly groaned "JAN." knowing that she now had the upper hand on me.

She mumbled "Only you can call me that." as she put her mouth over my clit, sucking it between her teeth. She then ran her tongue and teeth against it, nibbling slightly which sent me crashing over the edge to a mind-blowing orgasm. I reached down and grabbed her head, holding her close. My legs locked around her neck at the same time. Almost at the same time, she began screaming that she was cumming also. There was a loud "Oh shit!" followed by deep grunts and groans. Soon the whole room was filled with the sounds and smells of two women cumming.

As that wonderful explosion relaxed me, I felt Jan climb up my body until her tits were at my mouth again. I took each one in, licking and nibbling the nipples softly. This brought ever increasing moans from her lips which only made me nibble harder. My left hand found the dripping wet folds of her cunt, which were hot and ready for my mouth.

After working her tits, I rolled Jan over and placed her on her back with my mouth locked on her clit. As I sucked and twirled it against my tongue and upper lip, she rotated so that her head was between my legs. I felt her warm tongue probe deep inside me and almost jerked from the shock that roared through my body from that simple action. She grabbed my head and held it tight as I worked on her clit, showing her what it felt like to be a woman. With each movement of my tongue, she moaned louder as she probed me as only an experienced pussy eater could do. I could tell that she was close to another orgasm so I buried three fingers deep inside her. I was rewarded with a flow of cunt juices and I lapped them up making sure to get every drop; as my concentrated pleasure caused her to experience another orgasm within moments.

I slowly pushed the light arm off of my boobs. Jan was a sound sleeper and was sprawled across the bed, and curled up against me. We had made it into the bedroom. I crawled out of the bed and went to the bathroom. When it's time to pee, I've got to go. I can't hold it like men can.

I sat on the commode and felt the warm water rush out of me. Then I patted myself tenderly with the toilet paper and flushed the commode. Jan's lips had taken their toll on my soft flesh. I had a faint smile on my face because when I walked into the bathroom, still half asleep, the seat was down. For the first time, I didn't almost fall in as I sat down. Jan is beginning to think like a woman after all.

Chapter 14 - Jan and Mark

When Cathy joined us for breakfast, she was surprised at the change in Ralph's attitude and appearance. While she still had on the blue jeans and baggy sweatshirt, there was a little make-up which I had helped her apply and her hair was neatly brushed. And she had promised to not smoke any more cigars. She was ebullient as we shared with Cathy about how we spent the night as lovers. She was embarrassed when I joked about how I had blackmailed her into giving me a feminine name to call her.

Cathy smiled and exclaimed "I think that's wonderful. If you don't mind, I would like to call you Jan. Ralph is a little out of place with your new body. And as for me, I agree that we have to start looking to the future and not the past. While I've got your body, I won't live your life. I want to live my own life and don't want to be known as Ralph Watkins. Would you mind if I adopt the name Mark Tolson?"

It's been three months since the aliens left our planet. We spent two weeks at the facility before they turned us loose with our new identities. I now have a driver's license and the supporting identification to prove that I'm Donna Jefferson. And I'm married to the most wonderful man in the world. My husband, Mark, proposed to me on bended knee while we were still in the facility. It was a simple wedding with Jan being both the best man and matron of honor and some of the research staff attending.

Although it was Watkin's former body, Mark's personality makes it seem different so that I no longer think about the former detective when I look at my husband. Mark grew a mustache because he knew that I liked the feel of his hairy lip ticking my inner lips. As for his cock, the only thing that I'll say is WOW.

We have a large house that the government gave us, along with some very nice, high paying jobs that were obtained for us by Mr. Brown. Mark is the owner of a nice restaurant and I'm an actress on one of the TV late night soap operas. While the producer hired me for my acting talent, I spend a lot of time wearing a bikini as my character parades around the beach.

Brown gave us a large house, because we share it with my best friend, Jan Wilkerson. While Jan is a lesbian and won't let Mark make love to her, she has adapted quite well to her new lifestyle. She dresses, acts and looks very feminine, and doesn't smoke that damn cigar anymore except in the privacy of her bedroom. She cut her long hair short into an easier to manage hairstyle and finally got Marcia to go away for a weekend at the beach. While she gets along with Marcia now, she doesn't feel the same attraction for the black woman that she used to feel.

There have been six or seven times where we have shared the same bed and Jan has watched as Mark and I made love. And then Mark watched as Jan and I made love. I feel confident that it is only a matter of time before the three of us are locked in an oral triangle. While Mark and I are willing now, it is still Jan who feels reluctant about being so close to a man's cock. Even if it was her former cock. She is beginning to weaken somewhat, ever since I spent the night with her and used a dildo that I brought with me. She liked the full feeling of the dildo as I slid it inside her. And a couple of weeks later, we shared a double headed dildo. That was some night.

Jan has a job working with Mr. Brown's agency, investigating paranormal occurrences. At least, she has the job for the next couple of months before she takes some time off. Although Jan has never let a man make love to her, her body is pregnant. Seems that either the Houseman or the security guard got the Browning body pregnant. When the baby is born, we can do some simple tests to see who the father is, after the baby is born. She's taking the pregnancy quite well. When she found out, she was pleased instead of being pissed. The doctors are monitoring her closely because of her body's age.

They found the real Janice Browning. She was in a mental hospital where they thought that she was having a multiple identity crisis. Mr. Brown's doctors were able to restore some of her sanity, but she still has the personality of her Mexican hooker body. She can explain the scientific tests to test for DNA but she would rather sell her body. Just as he made sure that we were financially secure, Mr. Brown placed Janice into a nice home after treating her. Within a week, she had been arrested at least once for prostitution. She still has her brilliant mind, but she doesn't want to return to that life. Brown tried to get her to become friends with us, but she refused to meet us. She didn't even want to see her old body or to know what was occurring with it.

As for myself, my memories of ever being Wayne Houseman have almost faded. It's almost as if I've always been Donna. The End