Mind

Mind

by Waldo

1. Chapter

I didn't want to go home tonight. After thinking about it, I didn't want to go home any night. But I had no other place that I could go.

Don't get me wrong. I love my house. It's just that my wife and I have not been getting along too good for the last couple of years. In the sexual perspective that is.

We have been married seven years. Her name is Stephanie. Stephanie Brooks and I am John Brooks. We met in college and before we knew what was happening to us, we got married within six months. Was our attraction sexual or real love? That first year was great because we had sex almost every night. Then the second year , which was the year that we graduated, we had become used to each other and we only had sex two to three times a week. Both of us found good paying jobs as soon as we finished school.

My job was as a salesman for a food wholesaler and I quickly advanced to the Business Manager's position. When Mr. Graves decided to retire, his partner, Mr. Robertson, didn't want to buy Graves out. So I used what was left of my inheritance and some loans and bought out the Graves potion of the company. Mr. Robertson was very happy with me being his partner and went into semi-retirement while I ran the company. So I have been the half-owner of GR Distribution for three years now and the operational manager for about four years. I like my job. Or I used to like it.

Robertson died six months ago and left his interest to his wife. His third wife, who was thirty-five years younger than him. They had been married about four months when he had a heart attack while having sex. One week after we buried him, his widow showed up at the office and demanded full participation in daily operation procedures. She wants to use this company to build a future multi-million dollar empire. Only problem is, that she does not have any business experience or training. Some of her ideals are very risky and speculative. And she doesn't care that the company has maintained a steady three percent per year growth under my management; and that it was losing almost five percent a year since Graves had his first heart attack. She thinks that her ideals will force the company to grow at thirty percent a year.

Her name is LayWanda Robertson. She is black, has a very nice body and is the same age as me - twenty-eight. She has never been to college and had only worked in restaurants until she married Robertson. It was also her third marriage.

Because she is also half owner, she has every right to participate in company decisions but her decisions are always too risky. I gave in to her a couple of times and we lost a lot more than we made. But she looks at her bad management record as being ok. I can't look at it that way.

So work is hell for me right now. Every day LayWanda and I get into an argument about something that she wants to try or where she doesn't agree with my cautious approach. If it was possible to divide the company assets in half and let her do what she wants to do with her half, I would immediately split it up. But it is not that sort of an operation and we would be in direct competition with each other, which would immediately ruin both of us.

Stephanie got a job as an Interior Decorator and after I bought out Graves, she quit the company to set up her own company. We turned our den and connecting garage into an office and she works out of our house. When she set up her company, is about when our sex lives died.

Now that she had her own company, she started putting in a lot more hours. We quit going to the movies or going out to do things because she was always working on something. We quit going out to eat together because she had to make a deadline. We quit having sex because she would come to bed late and smelling like a fireplace.

Stephanie smokes and I do not. She smoked when I met her in college, but she would brush her teeth and use mouthwash to hide the smoke smell. After she started her company, she became a chain smoker. She currently goes through four to five packs a day and our house has a permanent haze floating through the air. Our couch smells. Our bed smells. I can tell when she is lying facing me in our darkened bedroom or if she is turned the other way; by the deep smoky residue coming out of her lungs as she breathes. I can't kiss her anymore without gagging.

So we have sex about every three months now. Once or twice a week, I masturbate myself while taking a shower. I don't know what she does. And at this time in my life, I don't care.

Don't get me wrong. I still love her. I just don't like who she has become. I still think that she is beautiful. A bit flat-chested but attractive. She can't fill out an A-cup and wears falsies to make up the difference. Remember how Jane Fonda looked in the movie Klute? Stephanie has that same mid-length combed red-headed hairstyle but with a little curl and her facial structure is very similar to Jane's. Stephanie could double for Jane except for the nude scenes. I hate to keep bringing this up, but she has no boobs.

I suggested to her once that she might want to consider having some implants and she got mad at me. She told me that my cock would never be mistaken for a grown man's cock and she got quite nasty.

So you see why I don't like to go home. I have been sitting here in my car in the driveway for the last five minutes thinking about my life and how lousy it has become. I don't like to go to work anymore and I certainly don't like to go home.

I get my courage up and go in the house. Immediately, I am almost knocked down by the strong smoke smell as I enter. "I am home." I say out loud as I hang up my coat.

"Hi, John. Steph is out measuring a new job site. I am the only one here." said a feminine voice from the office area.

I wander past piles of catalogues and wallpaper samples and carpet samples until I get to the desk, where Valerie is working.

"Hi, Val. Did the bitch say when she would be back or if she was going to go out to dinner with me tonight as planned?" I asked.

"John, she is not a bitch. She is just trying to make a su-su-su-successful business and has got herself very involved with it." she stammered, never looking up from the catalogue that she was searching through

I step behind her and gently rub her shoulders. Valerie is Stephanie's best friend from college and now works with her. She is very timid and conscious of her stuttering problem. "I wish that she would try to make a successful marriage and let the business go. I need a woman beside me. A good woman. Why don't I divorce Steph and marry you?" I ask in a teasing manner.

"You don't want me. And after being ma-ma-ma-married to Ralph for four years, I don't want another man. Only thing that men like to do is to screw until their cock falls off. And you men don't care who you screw either." she said angrily.

"Whoa, take it easy Val. I know that Ralph got caught a couple of times in the wrong bedroom, but not all men are like that. I haven't been with another woman since Steph and I got married. And Steph will tell you that we haven't got it together for several months. You just got a raw deal with Ralph and you shouldn't let that one asshole turn you sour on men or marriage. You are a very attractive woman and would make any man a good wife." I said, trying to restore some of her easily lost self-confidence.

She turned and smiled "Thanks, John. I am sorry that I took my fr-fr-fr-frustration out on you. I got a call from Ralph's new girlfriend today and she wanted to come by to get his sha-sha-share of the furniture. They are buying a new house and he want's my furn-furn-furn-furn-furniture. I called my lawyer and he wants five hundred dollars to tell Ralph to fuck off. I got pissed at bo-bo-both of them."

Ralph couldn't keep his cock in his pants and left this beautiful woman to fend for herself. She has a self-image problem and no confidence in herself. She is very attractive but hides it. She wears her hair pulled straight back and pulled into a very unflattering bun style, no make-up except for a little lipstick once in awhile and always wears baggy clothes to hide her beautiful body. She wears black horn-rimmed glasses that detract from her beautiful face. It's almost as if she was trying to hide her beauty behind bad make-up, baggy clothes and unflattering hair styles. Her and Steph are the same size, but Val has a full set of boobs and keeps herself in good physical shape by working out while Steph maintains her shape by not eating. She looks like a young Racquel Welch but she dresses like Olive Oyl. She has always stuttered but as got worse since she started having martial problems. Steph talked her into working with her so she could look after her.

"If Ralph keeps giving you a hard time, I will divorce Steph and let her move in with Ralph. That will teach him a lesson." I said.

"Jo-Joohn. She loves you very much and you shouldn't joke like that." she said.

"Well, I wish that it was just a joke. I am going to get ready to go out to dinner with or without Stephanie. Would you like to come along?" I asked.

"No, I have to go home and take care of my cats." she said.

I smiled and went to my bedroom and took a shower. When I dressed, I came back and found Steph on the phone, waiving her ever-present cigarette as she talked. Valerie was looking something up in the computer. I sat down and waited until Steph finished talking.

"I got a new contract today John. The Marlow Building has been bought by a hypno-therapist and they are going to start a new business. They will concentrate on people needing assistance to go on a diet or to quit smoking. And don't say it. I can quit smoking anytime that I want to. I just don't want to quit because I enjoy smoking. " she said looking at me in a challenging look.

"You must enjoy smoking more than sex because you gave up sex because of your smoking." I said.

"I did not. You are the one that never wants to have sex. You turn away from me and resist my advances." she declared.

Valerie got up and proclaimed "I must be going home. Casper ne-ne-ne-needs to be fed."

After she walked out the door, Steph requested "John, please don't bring up our problems in front of Val any more. She has enough difficulty dealing with her own problems, much less dealing with our problems. It hurts her to see us fight."

"I am not fighting. I am just stating the facts. You should become a client of your new client and quit smoking. Now are you going out to eat dinner with me or not?" I asked.

"No, I have to make some preliminary sketches and get ready for my presentation. Can I get a rain-check on dinner?" she asked.

I just looked at her and walked out the door. I had a quite dinner by myself and returned home to find Steph still working on her project. I got ready for bed and turned in.

I was almost asleep when she eased into bed beside me and curled up behind me. I could smell the deep smell of smoke coming from her lungs and I tried to ignore her as she reached around and started playing with my cock. I sleep completely nude and she wears a flimsily nightgown. I tried to ignore her nipples rubbing against my back as she stroked my cock until it was hard.

I couldn't stand it anymore and rolled over on my back, throwing the covers off our bodies. I wanted her to go down on me but knew that she would never touch my cock with her mouth. I almost laughed out loud thinking that she would never put a cock in her mouth, but kept her mouth full of those damn cigarettes all the time. Maybe, if I set fire to my dick, she would take it in her mouth and suck on it.

Now that I was hard, she sat on my lap and rubbed my cock against her pussy. It was always the same ritual. She had to start off on top of me and then switch to missionary style. As soon as I would cum, she would push me off and go wash herself out in the bathroom. She also has a problem with the sticky feeling of cum. It feels yucky according to her and she really prefers that when we have sex, that I wouldn't cum in her. She suggested a couple of times that I pull out and collect it in a Kleenex. I would usually be asleep by the time she came back to bed.

Tonight was no different. She had just got me inside her and is now pulling me to roll over with her so that I am top of her. I hump her tight pussy and blow my load in less than two minutes. We didn't even work up a sweat. She pushes me off and goes to the bathroom. I hear her filling her bag with water as she lights a cigarette. I roll over and go to sleep. Such is my life.

1. Chapter

I want to kill that woman. LayWanda did not consult with me and told one of our biggest purchasers that we were going to raise our rates by one percent. Our customer started looking for other sources and then called me to tell me that he found a competitor who would provide the services for our old rate. I had to cut our old rate by half of a percent to keep him. Then when I found LayWanda and told her what had occurred, she got mad at me.

"He wouldn't leave us. He was just bluffing. Why did you give in to him so easily?" she screamed.

"Why did you tell him that our rates were going up?" I screamed back.

"Because we have to raise our rates. We aren't making enough money." she yelled.

"We are making enough money. Until you became involved, it was very adequate money." I screamed back at her. I was just as mad as she was and I felt that I had a very good reason for being angry.

"You don't think ahead and work hard enough. I want to be a multi-millionaire by the time that I am thirty." she said.

I walked to the door and said "If you pull another fucking stunt like this one, you won't live to be thirty." I slammed the door and left.

I didn't go to my office but went home. I went straight to my bedroom instead of checking in with Steph or with Val. My bedroom door was partially open and I paused in the hallway because I saw Val's profile and she was almost naked. I stood still and watched as she held one of Steph's dresses in front of her and looked at herself in the mirror.

She didn't know that I was home or standing there watching her. I heard her say "Oh, Ralph honey, you wouldn't have left me if I had been more dominating. You remember that time that you told me to be more like my friend Stephanie, Ralph. You said that she had balls and knew how to satisfy a man. Remember that Ralph. Well, I am trying to be more like Stephanie and I will be. Except that I will be better. One day soon, you will be very sorry that you left me. How do you like the way that I look in Steph's clothes, Ralph?"

She was standing there in front of the mirror admiring herself as she held Steph's clothes in front of her. I had seen enough. I eased back down the hallway and out to my car. I drove around the corner and used my cellular phone to call the office number.

After a couple of rings, Val answered "Positive Decorating, May I help you?"

"Hi, Val. I took off early and am on my way home. Did you or Steph need anything from the store?" I asked in a very innocent manner.

"No, she is no-no-not here now. She had a mee-mee-mee-meeting with her new customer which was supposed to take all afternoon. Could you get some cokes for the office fri-fri-fridge?" she replied.

"Sure. I will stop off and be home in about ten minutes. Bye." I said.

That should give her enough time to get dressed and to have everything back to normal. So Val spends her time alone in our home, trying on Steph's clothes and trying to act like Steph. I hope that she doesn't take up smoking.

I picked up the cokes and pulled back into the driveway. This time, I went into the office and found Val dressed and working on assembling curtain hardware. As I put the cokes into the fridge, she looked up and said "Thanks."

I smiled and went back to my bedroom. There was no evidence that she had been in there. I changed clothes and went out to my garage workshop and resumed working on a wood-working project that I hadn't touched in over three months. I was trying to do things that relaxed me and to forget about the office.

I was very engrossed in sanding a piece of wood and did not hear Steph enter my workshop until she said "How would you like to get cleaned up and take me out to dinner?"

It startled me and I looked up quickly as I responded "And what happened to you today? You always have something that has to be done at night and never have time to go out."

"I do have things to do, and my new client suggested that we have dinner together. She wants to meet you and is looking for new friends in town. She just moved here and would like some company. So I invited Val to come along also. I promise not to discuss too much business tonight. How about dinner?" she said.

I paused, thought for a second and smiled as I nodded yes. She smiled back and went into the house. I closed up my workshop and went into the house. Val was gone and Steph was in the shower. When she got out, I took my shower and dressed. We didn't talk as we dressed and when we were both ready, I drove us to a favourite restaurant that we had not been to, in quite some time.

We got there early and were sipping on our drinks while waiting for Val and the new client to show up. Steph said "I just met my new client today and I really like her. Her name is Amanda Baker and she just moved here from San Francisco. She is a very attractive young woman with a very nice personality. She has never been married, is about our age, and enjoys any user participant sport that involves exercise. She jogs daily and participates in several ten-k runs. She is a licensed hypno-therapist and is setting up a new clinic. She will specialize in helping people develop will power to stick to diets and to quit smoking. We spent the afternoon going over my designs and she is very pleased with my choices. I like her and would like to invite her over the house for dinner this week."

I caught myself getting ready to hint that Steph should become a client and try to give up smoking, when I remembered that we were trying to be pleasing to each other. I replied "Sounds interesting. I would enjoy meeting her and having her come over to dinner. Set it up whenever you want her to come over. How did she get started on that career path?"

Before I could answer, Val joined us. No one would ever accuse Val of wearing suggestive clothes or preparing for the Miss America contest. She was wearing a simple black dress that didn't show too much above the ankle, high top, unadorned with any jewelry except for some small ear-rings, and a faint touch of lipstick. Her hair had been re-combed into the same tight pulled back fashion. If I didn't know her, I would have guessed that she was Amish. I saw her coming and pulled out a chair "Hi, Val, We are waiting on the new client. What would you like to drink?"

"Hello John - Steph! I haven't been here in a long time. I don't go out much any more. Just a to-to-tonic water for now. I like that dress Steph." she said as she sat down.

"I just bought it. You can borrow it anytime you want to wear it. All of my clothes fit you." Steph said.

Before I realized that I was putting my foot in my mouth, I uttered "Except for the bras."

Steph glared at me for hinting that Val's boobs were bigger and that she didn't have any boobs. Val tried to hide a smile and change the subject "What is our new client like. Does she really have a doctorate in ps-psychology?"

"I asked the same question. Yes and she specialized in hypnotic therapy. She told me that when she was a kid, she had ran away from home because she was having problems getting along with her family and wound up in San Francisco. She was working at temporary jobs as receptionist or secretary and went to a temporary placement with a hypno-therapist. He was a much older man and she enjoyed working for him. When her temporary time was up, he asked her to stay on. With his assistance, she returned to school part time and soon became his assistant. After she got her certification, he helped her set up her own business. She didn't like the San Francisco climate and wanted to move to a more pleasant climate. So she packed up and moved here. She asked me to go jogging with her tomorrow morning and then we will spend the rest of the day going over the design specifications and budget considerations." she said.

"You are going jogging. You! The woman that has never exercised a day in her life." I laughed.

"Yes. John, don't laugh at me but I have felt bad about my appearance for some time. I am getting fat. I need to do something to lose this weight and to stay in shape. I have to either start exercising or quit eating completely because my body is starting to spread out. I don't want to be a blimp. So when she asked me to join her, I leaped at the chance. After we finish dinner, I am going to go buy some jogging clothes and shoes." she said.

At that moment, a young beautiful woman entered the room and glanced around. Then she smiled and started walking toward our table. This could not be Doctor Baker. I had built an image of a middle-aged woman with gray hair that dressed like Val and looked like the sex therapist on TV - Dr. Ruth. This woman was in her early thirties, very attractive, long flowing blond hair, a very shapely body with plenty of cleavage and boobs being displayed by the low cut dress. The dress had a nice split that displayed an attractive set of legs under the dress. She was a little taller than the average woman, but she was very attractive.

"Amanda, did you have any problems finding the place?" said Steph as she rose. I quickly rose also and saw from the corner of my eye that Val was also surprised by the unexpected appearance of Doctor Baker.

"No, it was very easy. You give good directions." Then she looked at me and smiled and said "Hi. I am Amanda. You must be John. I have been looking forward to meeting you all day." and she turned to Val "And you are Val. I like the designs that you have done so far. You are a really talented artist. When we finished this project, I would like to commission you to do some original art work for my house. I feel very fortunate in finding a team such as you and Steph to work upon my office project. But enough of work talk, I came out here to meet you in a social environment."

We sat down and the waiter approached the table. After we ordered a new round of drinks, I asked "How do you like our little town. It must seem quite after living in San Francisco."

She laughed and replied "I couldn't wait to get away from there and to get some place where I could live a normal life. I would have gone to a much smaller town but it takes a certain size city to provide enough people to support my occupation."

Val quietly asked "I saw on your bu-business card that you specialize in Hypno-therapy and GD. What is GD?"

"Hypno-therapy is my favourite vocation but helping people stop smoking doesn't really pay the bills. I belong to the International Gender Dysphoria Association and specialize in assisting people that have Gender Dysphoria; which is providing clinical treatment for gender dysphoric persons. In this city alone, there are 3,000 to 6,000 adults that consider themselves to be valid candidates for sex re-assignment surgery. Prior to having the surgery, the candidate must have appropriate clinic analysis and follow a prescribed clinical review and life-style study. You have one of the better centers in the Western hemisphere that offers surgical sex reassignment to persons having a multiplicity of behaviour diagnoses. So my main source of income is based upon referrals from the surgeons, who want me to do the clinical and therapy portion of their treatment. Possession of an academic degree in a behavioural science does not necessarily attest to the possession of sufficient training or competence to conduct psychotherapy, psychological counselling, nor diagnosis of gender identity problems. It is required that persons recommending sex reassignment surgery or hormone therapy should have documented training and experience in the diagnosis of a broad range of psychological conditions. License or certification as a psychological therapist or counsellor does not necessarily attest to competence in sex therapy and I am documented as one of the experts in this field. " she said.

I laughed and said "Transsexuals. I find it hard to believe that there are that many in this city. If anyone had asked me to guess, I would have said possibly ten to twenty."

She gave a big smile and said "They are everywhere. Some people try to hide it and ignore it. Some people try to live between both worlds. Some people try to cross over but their overall appearance gives them away. Most people have the image of a Transsexuals as being a football player wearing a dress and walking as if he's got a permanent hard-on between his legs. About half of the Transsexuals are able to pass for the other sex and a good percentage of those are almost undetectable. For all that we know now by looking around this room, five to ten of the people that we see, could have a strong desire to be the opposite sex. And the odds are that at least one person in this room has either investigated sexual re-assignment surgery or has dressed as the opposite sex. There are a lot of men that want to be women and have attempted that lifestyle. There are also a lot of women that want to be men. My job is to determine who can really live as the other sex and to help them obtain that goal if possible. If they cannot live as their desired sex, then my job is to help them adjust to the life that they do not want."

"Sorry, but I had never considered it or thought about it. How did you get started in this field?" I asked.

"I was young, naive and starving. I didn't know what I wanted to do and was looking for anything. You don't know how close I came to becoming a brick-layer. But I went to work temporary for someone that is an expert in this field. I liked the work and stayed. He assisted me with my education and expanded his practice when I graduated. The field is relatively new and it is quite interesting work." she replied.

Steph was lighting up another cigarette and I frowned as I glanced at her "After you get your office started, I am going to strongly encourage Steph to take your smoking cessation therapy."

Before anyone could say anything, Steph blurted "Damn you. Get off my back about smoking. I will quit when I want to quit. And not because you want me to adapt to your perception of what you want your wife to be and to do to you. Quit harping about my smoking."

The table went quite. Val tried to change the subject by saying "I haven't be-been here in a long time. Their ro-roast beef used to be de-delicious. Have you had the opportunity to ex-explore the mall yet?"

Amanda picked up on what Val was attempting and said "I love roast beef. And I need to go shopping. Would you like to go with me and show me some of your favourite places?"

Val felt a little agitated now that the attention was turned to her "I do-don't shop much. I have no ta-taste when it comes to my own cl-clothes. St-steph has perfect taste in cl-clothes and would be better for you."

Steph glared at me and said "Excuse me for losing my temper but John knows how to expose my temper and he picks on my sore spots too frequently." Then she tried a forced smile and changed her voice timbre as she uttered "I would love to go shopping with you and Val. I have been trying to get Val to update her wardrobe for some time and need your help to get her to wear something besides the Mother Hubbard clothes that she wears all the time."

Val slowly bowed her head and Amanda picked up on it also. She glanced at me quickly and said "Sounds like we are going to have fun together. And what do you do for a living John?"

"I am part owner of a food distribution company. Everyone has to eat and we try to find ways to get a share of that market. Ah, here comes our waiter. Has everyone decided what they would like to eat?" I said, glad that the waiter was ready to take our order.

We finished the rest of dinner talking about other things that had occurred to us lately. I brought everyone up-to-date on the latest thing that LayWanda had done and how pissed I was at her. Steph talked about how she was going to change her wallpaper contractor because she didn't like the way that the contractor finished up the last job. Val sat there like a bump on a log and didn't say much, even though we kept trying to bring her into the discussion. After we finished eating, we said our good-bys and I drove Steph back home, with both us being quite. She hopped in her car to go shopping for jogging clothes.

I was burnt out and went to bed early. I was sleeping soundly, when I felt and smelt her slip into bed beside me. I was glad that she didn't want sex tonight because I did not want to have sex with her.

When I woke up the next morning, she was gone already. I dressed and went to work. LayWanda came in about eleven and told me that I was right. She had screwed up and almost lost us a big customer. She didn't apologize but came as close to it as she could. Then she left to go shopping. I was thankful because she couldn't do any damage while she was out of the office and it was her own money that she was spending.

As I was getting ready to leave work, Val called "Hi, John. Steph called and is wo-wo-working late with Amanda. She wants you to meet her for dinner at 8 at DeLauren's Restaurant. I am going close up and go home to feed Ca-Ca-Casper."

"Ok. Thanks for letting me know. Do you know why she is still working on the design specifications? Usually she has finished the design by now and is working on lining up the contractors. Well, she will probably tell me when she sees me. Seeing as how I have to time to kill before my dinner date, how would you like to meet me at Harmon's for an after work drink? I am buying." I asked.

"Thanks, but I ha-ha-haven't been to a ba-ba-bar in months except for last night. I feel very insecure so-so-sometimes in a bar. So I don't go out very often. Thanks for asking." she responded.

I told her that I understood and would help her anyway that I could. We hung up and I spent some more time at work before I left to meet Steph at the restaurant.

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Steph showed up on time. Which was a first for her. And she was in a very good mood. Which was also unusual for her.

"How was your jog this morning?" I asked.

"It was good. I really enjoyed it after I got started. I slowed Amanda down but she was very patient and worked with me. She showed me how to pace myself and how to breath. I felt so alive and tingly after we finished. I experienced what they call a runner's high. I just hope that I am not so sore that I can do it again tomorrow." she said.

"Good. Glad that you enjoyed it. How is the project coming?"

"Great. Amanda likes what I have designed and I started calling some contractors today to lock in scheduling and prices. The first contractor starts in two days and we should be finished in less than two weeks. This office is going to look fantastic. Amanda is spending some money to do it correctly and she really likes my design. I like her also. We spent a lot of time today just talking and becoming friends. After this job is over, I want to see her socially frequently. I know that you like her. Just don't drool everytime that you see her. She also got her first two clients today. Me. And I made Val sign up also to help her build up her self-confidence. I signed up for the smoking cure and have not felt a need for a cigarette yet. She says that my need to smoke is very deep and that it will take several sessions to get the deep physical and psychological needs under control. What do you think of that?" she said.

"Great. If she can get you to quit smoking, then she will become my best friend." I responded as I toasted Steph with my drink.

"It was so easy. She had me sit back in a comfortable chair and concentrate on a spot on the wall as she talked to me. I don't remember falling asleep and just remember that I felt so relaxed. When she told me to wake up, I didn't feel as if I was asleep and told her so. She laughed and said that I was an easy subject but that I was very stubborn and would be difficult to convince to quit smoking. Can you believe that I haven't had a smoke in over six hours?" she asked smiling.

"Yes. I can. And thank you for trying. You don't know how much I want you to quit. Keep up the sessions as long as you need to and I will pay for them." I said.

"They are free. I am trading some extra services for the sessions. After tomorrow morning's jog session, Valerie will join us and we will start the decorating modifications." she said.

We spent the rest of the meal talking about different things and enjoying each other's company. She seemed so alive and vibrant. More like the old Steph that I had fell in love with. Certainly not like the current bitch that I have been living with for the last several years.

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I got mad at LayWanda the next morning. I arrived at work as the dock men were unloading a truck that I was not expecting. After looking at the invoices, I discovered that LayWanda had bought a truck load of stuff that I had not been aware of. We buy a lot of truckloads but this particular merchandise is not a fast volume turnover item and I would never buy this much at one time. I stormed into her office and demanded to know what was going on. She explained that the vendor offered a good reduction on truckload volumes and I tried to explain that it would take three years to get rid of that much stock. I left her office mad at her stupidity and she was also mad at me for being so old-fashioned.

The rest of the day was no better. I found out that she had called on one of our customers and agreed to set up and maintain a display area on consignment. Not only were we going to stock the area, but we would not get paid until it sold. How can we make money when we operate a business in this fashion?

When I got home, I wanted to kick the door in. I was still mad. As I fixed myself a drink, Val came into the kitchen "Hi, John. I heard you come in and it so-so-sounds as if you had a bad day. Steph went to the store and we are finished for the day. Can I join you in a drink?"

"Sure, Val. My day was miserable. I wanted to kill LayWanda. I wished I had enough money so I could buy her out. But I don't want to talk about her. How was your day?" I said as I fixed her a gin and tonic.

"I had a session with Amanda today. She is very attractive and I feel so ugly when I am around attractive women. I to-told her that I would probably fall in love with her if I was a man. She laughed and said she could arrange for that to occur. That is, for me to become a ma-ma-man. She is very beautiful, friendly and nice. She as-asked me to come over and jog with her so-so-sometime. She is going to have a very nice of-of-office when we fin-fin-fin-finish the remodelling and decorating." she said as she took a sip of her drink.

"I can't wait to see what happens with Steph. Did Steph tell you that Amanda is trying to help her quit smoking?" I said.

"Yes. I saw how she didn't ne-need to smoke yesterday and how little she smoked today. When I came back with the wallpaper for the outer office, they were just finishing up their session. Then Steph went to the furniture store while I re-measured the windows. Amanda and I ate lunch together. She gave me some tips to help me quit st-stuttering. But as you can hear, I still have my problem." she said.

"Val, you know that I love you as a friend and feel that you are the sister that I never had. I will do anything to help you and you know that. I think that you need to find you a good man and you will quit stuttering. You need someone to hold you close, to tell you how much he loves you, and to screw your brains out on a very frequent basis. If I wasn't married to Steph, I would camp out on your doorstep and show you all the tricks that I can do with my tongue. That is tricks I used to be able to do. Steph won't let me practice most of them. But you need something more in life, than going home to those damn cats." I said.

"Thanks, John. I know that you are ri-ri-right, but I can't bring myself to get involved with an-an-anyone again and risk getting hurt again. Ralph knew how to hurt me and make me feel bad. Everytime I meet someone, I get so te-te-tense inside and ne-ne-nervous. I screw it up by running away and not letting them get cl-cl-cl-cl-close to me. I get nervous just thinking about meeting someone new." she said. "I talked to Amanda a little today and sh-sh-she asked some very pe-pe-personal questions. I told her about Ralph and what he did to me. She also asked me about my parents and I to-to-told her what my uncle did to me when I was seven years old. She has ways to get you to talk about th-th-things that you don't want to talk about." she said.

Before I could say anything else, Steph came in carrying a bag of groceries "Hi, gang. I am back. There was such a crowd at the store. I got some steaks and was thinking about having a barbecue tonight. How about hanging around and joining us Val?"

"Thanks, but I need to go home and take care of Ca-ca-Casper. Maybe next time." she said as she finished her drink and picked up her purse.

"Are you sure? I bought enough food for several people and we would love to have you join us." said Steph as she put her arm around Val's waist.

Val shook her head no and I watched as Steph walked her to her car. They look so much alike that they could pass for sisters. I have seen some of Steph's old pictures when her hair was her normal colour, which was the same shade of brown that Val's is. Steph told me that she changed her hair colour in college because some people had difficulties telling them apart, except for the boobs and stuttering.

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LayWanda didn't screw up the rest of the week. I woke up every morning to find Steph gone. She got up early every morning and went jogging with Amanda. And Val was going with them. Amanda has sure made a difference in our lives.

I had to leave town for several days on a buying trip. I was afraid to leave the office leaving LayWanda in charge. But she promised me that she would not do anything without consulting me first.

I took my suitcase to work with me because I was going to leave straight from work. I was a little surprised when I got a phone call about ten am and it was Amanda.

"Hi, Amanda. Are those two patients giving you hell?" Then before she could respond, I joked "And they both have strong sexual problems. Especially Steph. Val won't give me the opportunity to explore her sexual problems."

"You are right John. And that is why I called you. I need to talk with you and get your consent on something. Can you break away and join me for lunch?"

I said yes, suggested meeting somewhere, and said bye as I continued working. At the appointed time, I drove to the restaurant she was waiting for me. She had a nice tight skirt on and a blouse that emphasized her blond hair and tan. She smiled when she saw me "Thanks for coming John. I took the liberty of ordering for us and the waiter is supposed to bring you a scotch and water. I know you don't have much time today so let me get right to the point."

I pulled up my chair and nodded. She continued "I have spent some time with Steph and Val in my professional capacity. They both have strong problems. And so do you. Your marriage is over. It is a marriage on the books only. Steph no longer feels anything for you and it is only a matter of time before she gets mad enough to leave you. Are you aware of this?"

I waited until the waiter sat my drink on the table and left. Then I said "You are right. We both know it is over but we keep lying to ourselves and trying to maintain the farce. I don't want to become single and get back into the dating game because I like being married, but we can't go on as we are now."

"I agree. Steph allowed me to hypnotize her so that I could quickly get to the root of her feelings and try to understand her problems. A divorce won't help her major problems. And she won't get married again because she is afraid of sex. She gets more sexual gratification from observing sex than participating in it. Only when she watches, can she feel any sexual energy. In college, she used to hide and watch Val and Ralph on a frequent basis. Were you aware of that?" she asked cautiously.

I took a slow sip and said "No, but what you are saying makes sense. She frequently pushes Val and myself together and makes encouraging remarks. Looking back, I think that she was trying to get me to have an affair with Val."

"You are right. She knows that Val is crazy about you and hides it from you. If you were to take Val in your arms, she would do anything that you wanted. And Steph would be somewhere watching. She feels a little frustrated because you won't screw Val. She quit having sex with you hoping that you would get horny and ravish Val. She really had the den turned into a office so that Val would be at your house more frequently. And she had the spare bedroom decorated so that Val could stay at the house and Steph could sleep in the spare bedroom while you and Val are getting it on. She smokes because she is very sexually frustrated and disappointed in the direction that your marriage is going."

"Amanda, I would move Val into my bedroom in a moment but I don't know if Val could accept living in the same house with Steph. And from what I understand of what you just told me, Steph would not be happy unless she was watching Val and me." I said as I leaned over the table.

"Correct. I have made an in-depth analysis of both women and they have a inter-twined set of problems. They are each other's problem and also appear to be each other's cure. If Val moved in with you, it would solve only some of their problems and only for a temporary time. I think that their problems would get worse and each of you would go your separate way in less than six months. We need to treat the problem, not the symptoms. And I need your consent to proceed with my treatment plan. But before I go into the details, I want you to know that the therapy that I am getting ready to recommend, is not an approved recommendation of any of the organisations that I belong to. It is part experiment, part treatment, part luck if it works."

"I will do anything. What do you want to do?" I asked, ignoring the food that the waiter just placed in front of us.

"Steph has been thinking about seeking professional help for over two years and kept putting it off. Then she met me and she blabbed everything about how her love life has changed over the years and how she wished that it could be as nice as when she first got married. I told her that she could put the thrill back into sex if she wanted to and she was unsure that she could do it. She wants you to be the one to put it back for her. She has a strong personal interest to make sex more interesting for her right now. You must help that interest and do your part to maintain that interest. She must maintain a strong personal interest in you and having sex with you in a manner that satisfies her and satisfies you. If she can't maintain a strong desire to have sex with you, you will probably be replaced by a dildo or by someone else. Do you want to restore your early marriage sex life?" she asked as she crossed her leg. My eyes were temporary diverted to following the smooth contours of her sleek and smooth legs.

"Yes and no. I enjoy having sex with her but it is always the same. I would like a little change in our activities once in awhile." I readjusted my pants because I was getting a hard on while discussing sex with this attractive woman.

"You want her to give you a blow job once in awhile and to let you eat her out, don't you. But she won't let you. This is just one of her several problems. Are you aware that she is jealous of Val's life style and would love to be Val?" she said as she leaned forward to emphasize her point. My eyes were drawn to her shapely boobs as her blouse parted to allow a little better observation.

"No. I find that hard to believe. Val is her best friend. She knows all about Val's problems and there is no reason that she would want to be Val or to have a similar life style." I replied quickly.

"Steph is afraid of sex. She enjoys it but cannot bring herself to do things that you have expressed desires for. While she was in college, she hid and watched Val make love to Ralph. She became jealous of Val's boobs and her no-holds barred approach to sex. She watched Val suck cock and rub cum all over her body. She masturbated herself while watching them make love. Later she tried to learn to do the same thing to you, but couldn't bring herself to enjoy it. She used to make love to you and fantasize that she was Val and that she was sucking your cock. But she could never cross that line. Then she started fantasizing that her boobs were larger and looked like Val's boobs. When Val separated from her husband, Steph was secretly happy because she wanted Val to find other boy friends and to watch Val fuck those new boy friends. She encouraged Val to seek out men and to bring them over to your house, where she planned to hide and observe. She would lie in bed, with you sleeping beside her, and imagine that she was Val and free to date anyone that she pleased. She knows that Val can be beautiful if she would change her hair style and clothes, so Steph would image how she would metamorp herself if she was Val. It became a common fantasy for her. Are you aware of that?" she asked, knowing that I was not aware of any of it.

I took a stiff swallow of my drink and looked at the almost empty glass as I responded "No. But what you are saying makes sense. I do not find it difficult to believe."

"There is more. Steph is jealous of your success. That is why she started her own company and works so hard. She wants to prove to you that she can succeed in business. She thinks that you are where you are because of luck and that if she had the same opportunity, she would be more successful than you are now. She thinks that you are a wimp when it comes to LayWanda and how she runs over you. She thinks that she would understand LayWanda and deal with her better than you have. Steph is also ashamed of how she looks. She is very self-conscious of her lack of boobs. She also wants to have children but is afraid to. That is why she has been secretly taking birth control pills so that she would not get pregnant. And she wants you to have an affair with Val so that she can watch you and her."

I ordered another drink and asked "Why are you telling me all of this? I can't look at Steph now or talk to her without thinking about what she says or why she is saying or doing what she is doing. What can I do?"

"I am trained to help people. One very accepted method of treatment is role playing where the person takes on the role that they have been fantasizing about and they see that it is not as they imagined it would be. As I thought about how to help your wife, Val came to me and also requested help. Did you know that Val is jealous of your wife and wants to be Steph? That she masturbates herself to sleep some nights pretending that the dildo is your cock? That she slips into your bedroom when she is working at your house alone and smells your underwear? That she tries on Stephanie's clothes and makes herself up to look like Stephanie? That she has masturbated herself on your bed? She went to work with Stephanie because she wanted to be as close as possible to Steph and to you. You are aware that Val's uncle raped her when she was seven and that her parents didn't believe her for almost an year. She developed the stuttering problem and low self esteem by the time that she was eight. She met Steph in college and secretly desired to be her. They look somewhat physically alike, except for the boobs. Both have the same natural hair colour and length although Val keeps her hair tied up in that matronly bun; and Steph colours her styled hair. So it was easy for Val to observe Steph and to adopt her personality when she was home. She would comb and brush her hair into Steph's hairstyle and put on make up and one of Steph's old party dresses. Dressed as Steph, she would go into bars and pick up men, introducing herself as Steph. When she was pretending that she was Steph, she would never stutter."

"I am stunned. I have known both of these women for over seven years and did not suspect any of this." I asked.

"They both have a strong interest in being the other and living the other's life style. I think that they need the opportunity to see how the other person really lives and to experience their dream lifestyle. Then they should make a decision if they want to continue living like that. I propose to you that we let them live their dreams. But they would not do it willingly or they would already have done it. So they will need a little hypnotic help. Both are quite willing subjects and can be convinced easily that they are each other. It would require your utmost cooperation. I suggest that we hypnotize them into thinking that they are each other for two months. Then at the end of the two months, I will restore their true identities to them and let them live their role for another two months. At the end of four months, they should know who they want to be and what it looks like on the other side of the fence. Can I have another drink, please?" she said as the waiter passed our table.

Doctor Baker, not Amanda, because she is clearly providing clinical insight, wanted me to participate in a scheme to turn my wife into another woman and to turn the other woman into my wife. What would be the eventual result? Would Val be my wife or Steph? And what would I do when Steph's mother came to visit and found Val thinking that she was Steph.

"What can go wrong with this plan?" was my only question.

"You will probably wind up with two wives that act and think alike. Steph does not want to leave you, but wants to watch you with someone else. She thinks that the only way that she can see this occur, is to leave you. She picked Val because she knows that you and Val like each other; and she knows that Val has a crush on you. Val needs a man that treats her like a woman and not like an object. She will come out of her shell and develop a normal relationship. The worst thing that could happen, is that each woman decides to live the other woman's life. By us assisting them, we can control the situation and make sure that nothing drastic occurs. I would like to start my hypnotic sessions now and to start the role-playing when you return from your trip. By the way, both Steph and Val signed consent forms allowing me to discuss their case with anyone that I deem necessary to assist with their treatment. If you are wondering if this is legal, it is. I explained that I would probably use a combination of hypnosis and clinical therapy. While this is shaky on Christian principles because of potential further damage, it is quite legal to proceed on this concept. The basis is that all scientific testing is based upon a double blind test concept. A group of subjects might be dying from something and half of the group will be selected to take placebos, with the doctors knowing that what they are doing, could result in the patients death; even though the patient might have a slight chance if the real medicine was taken. Thus it is legally possible to take this approach. Especially since I discussed the potential of doing something this radical with them and obtained their signatures." she said.

I didn't know what to say or do. I have never heard of a situation like this and had never anticipated anything like this. What Amanda was saying, sounded very realistic now that I stepped back and thought about other things that supported the concepts that she was proposing. I nodded my head slowly with an affirmative nod.

Then I said "How do I know that you can hypnotize them into being each other?"

She smiled and said "Most people that have not experimented with hypnotism are not aware of it's potential. There are two basic concepts. Suggestion and trances. Let me give you a suggestion and if it doesn't work, then you can cancel the role-playing before it starts. I will give you a suggestion while we are sitting here in the middle of the restaurant, in plain view of all the patrons. I won't put you to sleep, but will just make a mild suggestion that you will find it difficult to not comply with. If you don't comply with my suggestion, then you can cancel the implementation of the role-playing anytime before we start it. Or after we start it. You will be the one in charge of what happens."

I looked around, saw that there were several people in the restaurant, even though no one was paying any attention to us. I decided to call her bluff.

"Go ahead and give my suggestion. I accept your conditions and proposal." I said very assure of myself and knowing that I would not be affected by anything that she could try in this crowd.

"Before I give you the suggestion, let me make sure that you are aware of what may occur. Think about the concept that I can create a Beethoven but cannot create the legend. Thus, I can tell them that they are someone and they will think that they are that person. But would they re-act as the original person would in the same situation? Not necessary. They would duplicate the action if they knew what the action was. But in this case, they just think that they are the person and will do whatever they feel like doing. Think about artists that re-view their earlier work and how they usually make changes to it because they have another perspective at that time. So I can tell them to have each other memories and to think that they are each other, but what they do, is an independent action based upon their perspective at that moment. Using Beethoven again, I could convince you that you are him, but you would have none of his musical talent and thought process. With today's perspectives, you might think that Beethoven would be doing rap music. So they will be acting on their own violation, making an education guess as to what the real person would do. Ok?" she said.

She smiled and said "I want your eyes to follow my explicit directions and your ears to only hear my voice. Look at my lips as I talk. See how full and lush they are. How wet and moist. Watch as I slowly run my tongue over my lip and how my lips glisten with the moisture. Now I want your eyes to slowly move around to my ear. Think about how easy my ear-ring will slide off and how delicious my ear will taste. Move your eyes down to my neck and find a spot that you would like to suck on. See if you can see the moisture on my neck that your tongue would leave. That's good. Now, I am going to lean forward slightly and I want your eyes to look deep into my cleavage. Let your eyes explore the dark area between my breasts and let your imagination transport you between my breasts down to the bottom of my bra. Pretend that your mouth is my bra and it is encircling my boob. It is your tongue that I am feeling around my nipple as you explore my breasts with your mouth. While your tongue is ticking my breast, your hand is exploring the silky smoothness of my thigh and my hose. Now I want you to let go of my breast and come back to your chair so that you are facing me again and let your eyes seek my mouth again. My waiting mouth. My mouth is waiting to taste your cock. But before we can do that, you must look into my eyes. That's it. Look deep within my eyes and see my desire for you. Now I have not hypnotized you but have just prepared you for your suggestion. Your suggestion is that you will maintain a constant hard-on when you are on your trip in your hotel room. As soon as you enter your room, you will get a hard-on and you can not go to sleep at night until you masturbate yourself twice. You will remember this suggestion and will comply with it. Now talk to me." she said.

I shook my head and quickly looked around. No one was paying any attention to us. I smiled and said "I like your technique. I would like to see what you use to induce a full blown hypnotic trance. I will remember your suggestion and will let you know what my decision is, regardless of whether or not your suggestion works."

She smiled and said "Good, now let's eat. I know that you have to get back to work."

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I called in several times while I was on travel and everything appeared to be going ok with Steph. It wasn't going ok for me. I had difficulty walking around my motel room because everything that I saw aroused me. The newscaster on TV. The woman on the magazine cover. I went through a magazine and counted the number of women that I wanted to fuck. I have never jacked off before over a picture in the National Inquirer. Playboy, yes. Newsweek, no. I quickly discovered that I could get a decent night's sleep after the second masturbation.

If she could do this to me in less than two minutes, with me awake and in a crowed restaurant, she could work miracles in a clinic environment. Maybe Amanda can pull it off. Anyhow, I have to hurry up and get back home. My right hand is being to cramp a lot.

I called home and talked with Steph. Told her that I would be coming home Thursday evening and was going to take the next day off. She suggested having a cookout and inviting Amanda and Val over. I told her it was ok with me.

I flew home on Thursday and drove straight home. I entered the house and found Amanda sitting on my living room couch. She had on some form fitting shorts and a pull-over sweater.

"Hi, John. Steph is working with Val and told me to make myself at home. How was your trip?" she said as I entered the living room. Her boobs were barely contained within the low cut sweater.

I looked at my right hand and said "I found out some things about myself that I didn't know. I was worse than a sixteen year old boy going to camp for the first time." I said as I put my bags down and sat down across from her.

"Good. I have been preparing them and am ready to start the actual process. I would like to start with Steph. They are working in the office and will not leave the office or know that you are here until I suggest by name that they join us. Let me get Steph." she said as she got up and went towards the office.

She returned in a moment with Steph and Steph was surprised to see me sitting there. She had not heard me come in or my discussion with Amanda. "Hi, honey. How was your trip? Can you fix me a drink?"

As I got up to fix her a drink, Steph sat down and Amanda sat down across from her. Amanda started talking to Steph "You remember when you asked me to help you quit smoking and I showed you how to find the inner calm within yourself whenever I said the words BullDog. I want you to relax and to seek that inner calm. Let your body relax and slowly seek that inner peace and solitude. As your body relaxes, your eyes shall shut and your breathing becomes easier. You are very relaxed now. Your hands are very heavy and you cannot stay awake. You are going into a deep deep sleep where you can only hear my voice when I talk to you. I have explained to you the different levels of sleep and you know how to relax and achieve the different levels. I want you to drift through the different levels until you reach level five. You will tell me when you reach level five. Until then, you will relax and sleep."

Then Amanda looked at me. "She is self-hypnotizing herself now. When she reaches a level where she is the most susceptible for suggestions, then I will start giving her hypnotic suggestions."

"It's that easy to hypnotize someone." I asked quietly.

"Yes, I hypnotize her daily and give her supporting suggestions to teach her to hypnotize herself. I used the code word BullDog to start her session. What I will do, is give her the suggestions and then instruct her to self-hypnotize herself twice a day to re-enforce the suggestions. Because she is hypnotizing herself and maintaining her own hypnotic trance, she will be more susceptible to the commands that I am going to give her. It looks like she is about ready."

"Master, I am at Level 5 now. " said Steph in a calm voice.

"Very good. Now listen closely to me. I will give you some instructions between two occurrences of your code word. You must memorize everything that I say after I say your code word and that is before the next repeat of your code word. You will get up at 6 am every morning and go look into a bathroom mirror. You will stare deep into your reflected eyes and silently repeat everything that you have memorized. Then you will return to bed and fall back asleep. When the clock wakes you up, you will remember and obey the instructions that you gave yourself. Do you understand?" she asked.

"Yes, Master. I understand and will obey." said Stephanie.

Amanda looked at me and I nodded. Then she smiled and said "BullDog. My identity of Stephanie Brooks is going to be stored away. I have built a partition in my memory to close off memories of being Stephanie Brooks. I cannot remember being Stephanie Brooks. I can only remember being born Valerie Johnson and growing up Valerie Johnson. I remember my uncle raping me. I remember my parents thinking I was lying about my uncle raping me. I remember that I started stuttering and could not quit it. I remember meeting my ex-husband Ralph Sampson and marrying him. I remember how un-inhibited my sex life was with Ralph. I remember how I enjoyed sucking on his cock and swallowing his delicious cum. I remember how hurt I was when he left me. I remember how my good friend Stephanie helped me. I remember how I wanted to be more like Stephanie but couldn't be. I remember how I pretend in my own bed that I am Stephanie and am making love to John as I masturbate myself. I am Valerie Johnson. I look like her. I dress like her. I fix my hair like her. I live in her house. I am Valerie Johnson. I talk like her. I stutter like her. I eat what she likes to eat. I am not Stephanie. Stephanie has big boobs and lives with John. Stephanie does not stutter. Stephanie does not try to hide her body. I am Valerie. I only remember being Valerie. I do not remember being Stephanie. Stephanie's memories are hidden away. I only remember things that Stephanie told Valerie about her life. I work for Stephanie. I work in Stephanie's house. I am Valerie. The woman living in John's house is Stephanie. She is my best friend. I am Valerie. Whenever I look at pictures of Valerie, I will see my face. And when I look at pictures of Stephanie, I will see the woman's face that is living with John. She is the new Stephanie. I am the new Valerie. I like to watch Stephanie and John make love. Then I pretend that I am having sex with them. I am Valerie. I have her memories. I have her desires. I act like her. I am her. I am Valerie. I will do what Valerie would do. I have never been Stephanie. I have always been Valerie. I am Valerie. BullDog." said Amanda.

"Now, I want you to remember that little speech. I am going to go into the next room and get your purse and keys; while John goes into the bedroom and prepares a package. You will open your eyes, take your purse and keys and drive to Valerie's home. You will wear these glasses that look like Valerie's glasses, but are normal glass. You will go inside, and undress. You will open Valerie's drawer and remove all of her bras. You will open the package that John prepared and put your smaller bras in Valerie's drawer. You will put the clothes that you have on now and Valerie's bras in the package. You will take a shower and wash all make-up off. Then you will dry your hair and comb it the way Valerie does. You will put on Valerie's nightgown. Then you will look into the mirror and repeat your commands. You will go to bed and sleep for one hour. When you wake up, you will be Valerie Johnson and she has become Stephanie Brooks. From that moment on, you are Valerie Johnson. At ten o'clock, you will call Stephanie and remind her that she needs to lock in the furniture price tomorrow. You will chat with Stephanie for a few minutes and go back to sleep. When you awake in the morning, you are still Valerie and you will self-hypnotize yourself and repeat your instructions. You will put on your jogging clothes and bring over the package to John. Do you understand?" she asked.

"Yes, Master. I understand and will obey." said Stephanie in a calm voice.

"John, please go pack her bras and jogging top. They can wear each other clothes except for the bras. I don't want that small difference to cause any confusion. I will go get Valerie's keys and purse." said Amanda.

I went into the bedroom and quickly threw her bras into an overnight case. When I returned, Amanda was entering the living room. "Good. Here is your purse and car keys. I want you to open your eyes, take your possessions and drive in Valerie's car to her house. You will drive safely. Anytime that you feel any confusion about who you are, you will tell me. Now go."

Stephanie opened her eyes but she was not seeing me. She took the purse, keys and the overnight case and walked out the door. Amanda and I watched her get into the car and back out of the driveway.

"Will she be alright?" I asked.

"Sure. She will be an excellent driver because she is concentrating on getting there safe. Our other friend is going through the initial hypnotic steps in the office. Let's join her and see how far along she is." Amanda said as she took my hand to lead me into the converted office.

As we entered the office, I saw Valerie sitting on the couch, ramrod straight, with her eyes shut. Amanda asked "Val, where are you now?"

"I am at Level 5." said Valerie without any stuttering.

"Good, now listen closely to me. I will give you some instructions between two occurrences of your code word. You must memorize everything that I say after I say your code word and that is before the next repeat of your code word. You will get up at 6 am every morning and go look into a bathroom mirror. You will stare deep into your reflected eyes and silently repeat everything that you have memorized. Then you will return to bed and fall back asleep. When the clock wakes you up, you will remember and obey the instructions that you gave yourself. Do you understand?" she asked.

"Yes, Master. I understand and will obey." said Valerie.

Amanda looked at me and I nodded. Then she smiled and said "BullDog. My identity of Valerie Johnson is going to be stored away. I have built a partition in my memory to close off memories of being Valerie Johnson. I cannot remember being Valerie Johnson. I can only remember being born Stephanie Everest and growing up Stephanie Everest. I remember being very popular in high school and being on the cheer-leading team. I remember meeting my husband John Brooks and marrying him. I remember how un-inhibited my sex life is with John and how we have as active a sex life today as we did when we first married. I remember how I enjoy sucking on his cock and swallowing his delicious cum. I remember how my good friend Valerie needed help with her life after her marriage failed. I am Stephanie Brooks. I look like her. I dress like her. I fix my hair like her. I live in her house. I am Stephanie Brooks. I make love to her husband and sleep with him in the same bed. I talk like her. I eat what she likes to eat. I think like Stephanie. I have Stephanie's memories. I act like Stephanie. I look like Stephanie. I am not Valerie. Valerie has small boobs and I must convince her to get a boob job. Valerie stutters. Stephanie does not try to hide her body. I am Stephanie. I only remember being Stephanie. I do not remember being Valerie. Valerie's memories are hidden away. I only remember things that Valerie told Stephanie about her life. I am Valerie's boss. I work in Stephanie's house. I am Stephanie. The woman living in John's house is Stephanie. Valerie is my best friend. I am Stephanie. Whenever I look at pictures of Stephanie, I will see my face. And when I look at pictures of Valerie, I will see the woman's face that is works with me and lives in Valerie's condo. She is the new Valerie. I am the new Stephanie. I love my husband. My husband is John. I have been happily married to John for seven years. I am Stephanie and I remember having some martial problems but John and I worked those problems out. I am happy to be Stephanie. BullDog." said Amanda.

"Now, I want you to remember that little speech. You will open your eyes, l go into the bedroom, and undress. You will pack the clothes that you have on now, into a small suitcase, which John will give to Valerie in the morning. You will take a shower and wash all make-up off. Then you will dry your hair and comb it the way Stephanie does. You will put on Steph's nightgown. Then you will look into the mirror and repeat your commands. You will go to bed and sleep for one hour. You will not wear your glasses. Tomorrow John will take you to get some contacts so you can see without wearing glasses anymore. When you wake up, you will be Stephanie Brooks and she has become Valerie Johnson. From that moment on, you are Stephanie Brooks. At ten o'clock, Valerie will call you and remind you that you need to lock in the furniture price tomorrow. You will chat with Valerie for a few minutes and go back to sleep. You will make love to your husband tonight. When you awake in the morning, you are still Stephanie and you will self-hypnotize yourself and repeat your instructions. Do you understand?" she asked.

"Yes, Master. I understand and will obey." said Valerie in a calm voice.

"Good. Go to your bedroom and follow your instructions. John, would you take me out to dinner. I am starved. And it will take about two hours for her to wake up. I will make sure that you are back here in time, because I think that you have a treat in store for you tonight." said Amanda.

As Valerie walked into the bedroom, I looked at Amanda and saw that she was waiting for me to go out with her. She was right. We should go eat.

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I took her arm and escorted her to the car. On the way to a restaurant, I asked "Do you think it is going to work? How can you be sure that they will live each other's lives and learn what it is like to be someone else."

Amanda looked at me and said "It worked with me. I was a rebellious kid. My father was one of these Hell and Damnation preachers and my mother was an alcoholic. Dad's favourite hobby was beating me and locking me into a closet. I ran away from home to find something better after I was gang raped by a local bully. I lived by stealing until I became a prostitute. I was living with a man that was my pimp. He got busted one night and I got scared that I was going to wind up in jail and then turned over to my old man. I took a temporary job and wound up working for a hypno-therapist. He felt sorry for me and tried to help me. I needed someone to talk to and told him about my life and my dreams. How I wanted to try something but was scared to take the first step and to live my dreams. He hypnotized me into living my dream for a test. Then he helped me live my dream without being hypnotized. I decided what I wanted to do with my life and made my choices. I went to school and got my degree and worked with Dr. Baker as his common-law wife and business partner. He taught me how to dress properly and how to mingle with the upper-crust crowd. He taught me how to enjoy the finer things in life and how to earn the money to obtain them. My face wasn't attractive to me and he helped me find a plastic surgeon to correct my facial faults and some other minor features. My life was a complete reversal. I went from being an underage prostitute to being an attractive professional woman. Then Dr. Baker found someone new and I knew that it was time for me to move on. We parted on very friendly terms with him bankrolling my office here."

I pulled into the restaurant and we entered. After we were seated and ordered, I said "What makes you think that this identity reversal will work?"

She slowly smiled and said "What if it doesn't work? Look at your life now. You hate your life. You are not getting along with your wife and your marriage is a paper marriage. You stay together because of appearances and you don't have an easy way to divide the jointly owned possessions. In another year or two, you and Stephanie would probably be at each other's throats regularly and maybe looking forward to a divorce. If it does work, then you and Stephanie will have several more years of happy marriage. There are also some side benefits. Valerie could become a household partner and provide the sexual release to both of you that holds the marriage together. Or it could be you and Val living together, with Steph on her own. Anything is better than what you have now. Or you wouldn't have let me do this. Would you?"

I pushed my chair back. Damn her. She was right. If my marriage was ok, there was no way that I would let anyone interfere with it. Instead I let Amanda waltz in and change my wife and family. Before I could answer, she laughed and continued "See. You were ready for a change. I needed a challenge and saw the perfect opportunity in Steph and Val. They both came to me of their own accord and opened up about their problems. With their permission, I probed a little deeper and found a lot of hidden confusion and problems. My options were to help them find ways to continue, or to find ways to change. It would have been easier to have them change and move on, but I wanted to try to make a go of this marriage and friendship. And I know that it worked for me. Did I tell you about what I did when I went back home?"

"No, you didn't. Please pass the salt." I said as the waiter put our salads on our table.

"I left home in disgrace. My parents didn't know where I was or bothered to look for me. After I had my degree and was living quite comfortably as Dr. Baker's wife, I felt a need to go back home. So I packed up my BMW and drove home. I checked into the only hotel in town, in their nicest suite. Then I walked around town. I found my sister working in a restaurant. I went in and made sure to sit in her section. She didn't recognize me, with the blond hair style, the perfectly applied make-up and the expensive clothes with the low-cut cleavage showing. I had lost every trace of my accent and was wearing colour-tinted contacts to change my eye colour. I told her that I was a tourist and asked her about the town. It was a slow day and before I got out of the restaurant, I found out that her husband was the bully that I knew quite well and hated. She had three kids and he worked at the service station. I left a generous tip and walked around town some more. I was welcomed into the store where the old man once had to save me from being charged with shop-lifting. I found out that my old man had died in a car wreck with one of the town sluts blowing him as he drove. I went to the church where he used to preach and was delighted to see that it was closed and needed a lot of repair."

She looked away for a moment and I thought that I saw a glimmer of a tear starting in her eye as she continued "Then I went to my home to see my mother. I parked out front and walked up the steps. I rang the bell and she said to come in. I went in and it looked as junky and trashy as the day I left. She was a little drunk, which was the way the I remembered her, and wanted to know what I wanted. She didn't recognize me. I sat down and said that I wanted to talk to her about one of her kids that ran away from home. She started cussing and talking about how ungrateful all of her kids were. The waitress never came by and the other kid left years ago and was probably dead. She drank a little more and told me more than I wanted to know about my father, about her poor state now that no one was looking after her, and about my slut of a sister and her cheating husband. I left the house without her knowing who I really was. I went back to my hotel room and thought about what my life would have been like if I had stayed in that little town. Then I freshened my make-up, put on my best smelling perfume and drove over to the service station. It didn't take long to convince the bastard to get in the car with me and to drive out of town. I told him that he could fuck me if he would let me talk very soft to him. Before he knew what happened, I hypnotized him and found out every bad thing that he had ever done. I gave him a hypnotic suggestion to go back to work and to rob the beer joint. He had done it before, but hadn't got caught. This time he got caught and wound up in jail. After they sentenced him, I sent my sister ten thousand dollars and set up a trust fund for the kids where she can't touch the money. I set up a fund for my mother to make sure that she wouldn't be hungry and couldn't use the money for booze. Then I left and haven't been back since. I prefer my life now to what I would have been if I had stayed there or had continued living with my pimp."

Amanda paused and her voice changed pitch slightly as she continued "Did I tell you what my mother asked me about her runaway kid? No, I didn't because I wanted to save that for the last. She asked me if I knew her son, Andrew. You see, I was born a male. Dr Baker helped me see what I wanted out of life and to find the means to change my life. My sister's future husband raped me in junior high and my sister watched. I went home with my ass bleeding and cum all over me. My father whipped me because I couldn't protect myself. I ran away from home that night. I turned my first prostitute trick in a strange town because I was starved and didn't care if I lived or died. Then I thought about how nice the room was compared to the bridge that I was sleeping under. I had twenty dollars to buy some food. I found that men like boys. I was a male prostitute specializing in older men. I was spending my money on drugs and didn't care about my life. So you see, it was quite natural for me to specialize and become an expert in Gender Dysphoria. I had to learn who I was and who I wanted to be before I could treat anyone else. Aren't the best cooks, the ones that eat their own cooking. Please pass the salad dressing."

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I was almost in shock. This beautiful sexy woman had been born a man. I looked thoroughly at her boobs which appeared very real. She laughed and said "Eight thousand dollars and one year of heavy hormone treatments. I have to take a maintenance dose of hormones every day to keep them looking firm and real. Prior to the gender change, I was working as a male prostitute because I found that men would pay good money for my little boy ass and mouth. Once the country bumpkin busted my ass, I didn't mind anymore and quickly learned to enjoy it. Dr. Baker saw the potential in me and changed me from being a cocky young male prostitute to a sexy demur young teenage girl. I greatly enjoyed the change. I would still be with the old man, but he found a new subject and wanted to repeat his magical transformation. So I left town. That is how I wound up here. You remember in the restaurant the other night, how I said that a lot of people could pass for the other sex and that the odds were good that there was at least one person in that room. I started to tell you that night but I wanted to get to know you better. And I knew that if you knew that I was a man, then my suggestion that you maintain a hard-on might not work."

"I find it difficult to believe that you were once a man. I see nothing masculine about you or anything that points to your original plumbing. You are a very attractive woman and I would probably have asked you out if I was single. And because of your suggestion, I almost put a callous on my right hand thinking about what I imagined your body to look like." I said, trying to discuss my current confusion.

She leaned back, thrusting her chest out and said "For the next couple of months, you are going to be very married. After everything settles down from this little adventure, we might pretend that you are single. Until then, let's just be good friends and enjoy each other's company, with no hint of sexual confusion or lust. Now, let's finish dinner and get you out of here. Your wife will be waking up very shortly and she will be needing you."

I nodded and we finished the meal talking about things that I should expect and how I should act. Basically I should be me and act as if she was Steph. The hard part would be when Steph comes over to the house acting like Val.

I finished my dinner and drove Amanda back to our house. She gave me a friendly peck on the cheek and left me to go inside. I entered my house and saw Steph fixing something to eat. But how can that be. She is over at Valerie's house. Then she turned around and it was Val, with her hair fixed like Steph's hair and she was wearing Steph's nightgown.

"Hi, honey. Would you like something to eat? I came home, took a nap, and woke up hungry. How was your trip?" she asked as she gave me a hug.

"It was long. I missed you." I said as I put my arms around her waist and pulled her to me. This was my wife and we would do things now that she would never let me do before. I had to see how willing she was.

Her arms quickly wrapped around my neck and pulled my lips to hers. She pressed her body against mine. I took a moment to look at her in the wonderfully soft and silky teddy she had worn to bed. With a quick wave of my hand I grasped the plunging neckline and ripped the silk right down the middle, allowing her breasts to bulge out and showing at the bottom of the rip her dark mound of pubic hair. I chuckled at the surprise in her eyes, and then the glimmer of delight

"I know what you like, what you want, and what you need. I have similar needs, desires, and wants, and will do my best to fulfil yours while fulfilling mine. You will enjoy what I will do to you." I said. "Shall we begin?"

She nodded a silent yes to my awaiting gaze.

As I walked around her, I grabbed the low cut back of her teddy and ripped it down the back, and with a swift pull broke the snaps at the crotch and let the shredded garment fall to the floor. I paused to look at her shape, very soft and lovely, her milky skin, and warm brown hair. Her breasts were very full and firm. "Follow me" I said as I walked to our bedroom, knowing that she would follow. The old Steph would be raising all sorts of hell about that old teddy.

I opened my suitcase and took out a pair of leather wrists cuffs with a strap between them that I had just purchased. I walked to her, smiled, and gently placed them on her wrists. She didn't refuse and just smiled at me. After I tightened them, I led her over to a table and bent her over the table. The table was just the right height to lay her stomach on, so that she was totally exposed unless she pressed her thighs tightly together. Standing with her ankles together she waited for me.

I gave her ass a sharp smack with my belt to sting her ass. Then I whispered "Can you feel the air caressing your exposed ass and pussy? How does it feel?"

She barely wiggled her ass and said "Great. Do whatever you want to me. I am yours. I am beginning to tingle and to moisten inside."

"I want to examine every part of your body and touch you in any way I wish." I started running my hands up and down her sides, starting from her underarms and going to her hips. "Wonderful skin, soft and smooth." My hands travelled down her legs, covering every inch of their surface, up and down, up and down, as I felt every cell.

"Legs are firm, very smooth, and shows that you take care of your body. Moist skin, nicely shaped." I examined her feet, her ankles, up her back, down her arms, to her hands, then back up her arms, over shoulders, into her hair, grabbing handfuls of it and gently pulling. I moved down to her lower back, and gently passed my palms over the cheeks of her ass. Her legs were spread so that even the lips of her cunt were spread, the air hitting the hood of her clit.

I smiled to myself as I viewed her exposed sex. I placed my palms on her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, gently blowing on her tight tiny hole and watching as she flinched in response. I placed my thumbs on her vulva and spread her lips, looking into the tight unfilled area of her vagina, a dark pink and already glistening slightly. I gently drew a finger up between her inner lips and stopped to rest my finger on her already straining clit. She moaned as the pressure shot warmth through her body, knowing that her whole crotch ached from the increasing blood pressure in the region.

"Do I need to tie you down for this?" I whispered. She vigorously shook her head no.

"Good, but if I want to, I will."

Gently I rolled her over, and held her hands above her head. I helped her scoot up onto the table so that only her calves dangled off, and pulled slightly on her wrists to raise her arms higher, causing her back to arch slightly and push her breasts out. I continued my caressing noting her ticklish jump when I touched her sides, and how her nipples were hard as rocks although her breasts hadn't been touched yet.

Then I cupped a hand over each breast, gently feeling their firmness under my palms, the hard nipples pushing into my hand. The breast feel so good. I have missed having a boob that can be felt and squeezed.

Continuing down her body, she smiled slightly as I spread her legs, and said "Perhaps for this next part we need to tie you down."

Her voice was very husky with desire as she said "I have been very bad. You know what I need. Do it to me."

Gently I rolled her over and pulled her down on the table again so she was bent over it, and then I tied her ankles to the legs so that they were spread apart. I placed a hand on her head and stroked her wonderful hair. "Don't worry. I am just going to see what you can take. Just relax."

I began to gently rub her ass, and then I gently slipped his hand between her legs, resting my palm against her clit, and just gently rubbing and pushing. She dropped her head onto the table and moaned, and I increased the pressure as she tried to push back on me. As she lubricated she began to rock back and forth the little that she could and began gasping as I pushed against her clit.

I spread her lubrication around her crotch with my palm and urged her into deeper relaxation knowing the warm feelings from her clit were spreading all over her body. Her body went taunt as she felt my finger, wet with slippery k- jelly, gently dance around the ring of her anus. She gasped at the surprise, and tried to push herself away as I gently applied pressure and gently dilated her tight hole, just slightly reaching into her.

I continued gently massaging my finger around her ass, and then gently slipped it inside. I added plenty of lubricant, applying both to my hand and her ass each time. She loosened up at the good and strange feeling. She suppressed a gasp as I gently pressed two fingers into her as far as I could. She was breathing hard from my exploration.

I began to undress. Her gaze fell onto my cock and she smiled at my beautiful manhood. I bent down to kiss her, lightly caressing her face with light brushes of my lips. She looked at me while I untied her legs and help her up from her bending position she'd kept for quite a while. I helped her stretch and led her to the bed as I gave her a large warm hug, gently stroking her back as she relaxed and settled the contours of her body into mine.

She slid onto the bed, stretching and relaxing in it's comfort as I crawled in beside her and pulled her near. I knew that she liked this better than the table. I lowered my head to her neck and sweeping away her hair, gently nipped at her neck. She shivered and squirmed as a moan escaped her lips and she pushed back into me. I slightly shifted position so that my cock was pressing between the cleft of her ass. She smiled as I gently slipped my hand between her thighs, feeling the wet river that was coming from between her legs. She was excited and I intended for both of our experiences to be rewarding. I was going to get some real ass first.

Gently I slid a finger into her rather easily, and before long I had two fingers gently rotating around inside of her. Her ass was tight around just my two fingers, but I knew that she would relax more. Gently removing my fingers I applied some lube to my cock, and gently began to rub it around her asshole, not pressing into her, just massaging the area. I continued kissing and stroking her, reaching around and taking a breast into my free hand, feeling the warm weight of it, pinching her painfully hard nipples between my thumb and finger. I reached one hand down in front, and cupping my palm around her mound sunk two fingers into her dripping cunt, making her moan and press down onto my hand. She began to move her hips around so that my palm would massage her clit, which was swollen enough that I could feel it pressing against my hand.

I moved my hips to position my cock directly over her anus, and gently began to push. She moaned from her pleasure. I began to push harder, listening to every sound and looking at every move she made, not wanting to hurt her if at all possible. Slowly, almost unnoticeable, her hole began to dilate and I felt myself slipping into her cell by cell slowly. I held the pressure steady, and after taking a few deep breaths, she pushed back. I realized by her breathing that she must be close to orgasm. I felt her ring of muscles tight around the head of my cock, and knew that sooner or later it would hurt her before she'd take it all. I stopped the pressure and applied a bit more lube around my cock as it barely stuck into her, and around her hole, and then went back to her wet pussy and targeted her clit directly with my finger. She gasped and moaned as I gently started to trace circles around her clit, and as she began to swivel her hips around with me I pushed into again, so slowly, it was almost impossible to tell if I was going inside of her.

She gently pushed back, and whispered "Yes. I want it. Fuck me like you have never fucked me before. I want your hot cock in me and fill me with your warm hot meat."

I almost laughed because I was really fucking her for the first time. Her pelvis moved away from me, and her breathing increased as my circles increased in speed and came closer and closer to going directly over her clit. I felt every muscle in her lower body start tremblings, and tensing, and I increased the pressure. She gasped as my head slipped past her. I eased, and increased my work on her clit, whispering and pleading and begging her to come. As I slipped a finger into her, I felt her begin to tighten. As she began moaning her orgasm, I thrust hard into her ass, making her scream as I buried myself up to the hilt in her warm soft ass. Her sounds were too much for me. It was all I could do to stop myself from exploding. I had felt her orgasm so powerfully in every cell of my body.

She tensed her ass, almost ripping my penis off inside of her. The intensity of her orgasm, only intensified by the huge explosion of warm pain she had felt as I thrust into her, had been almost enough to make her cry, just out of sheer powerfulness from the pleasure of her orgasm.

As her breathing slowed, I gently began to withdraw from her, intending to let her rest. Her hand flew behind her and grasped me, not letting me move back farther. She pushed back into me, impaling herself again on my cock. I snuggled up to her back, and reached around to grab the other breast. I slowly began to move in and out of her, removing and entering farther each time.

She began to rock with me, in a slightly faster pace. I matched hers, and groaned as she tightened up. My hand moved to her crotch again, and I buried three fingers in her, using my palm to grind her clit back and forth, around and around. I began to groan with every thrust I made as she matched my groans with her grunts. She alternated grunts with repeating "YES. YES." I began to build toward orgasm. I moved my fingers around as I rubbed her clit, knowing that the feeling of her vagina and ass being filled was too much. She began to tremble and let out a scream as she orgasmed. Her orgasm caused her to tighten the pressure on my cock, and I exploded. I bit down on her neck as I poured hot white liquid deep into her.

As we returned to lower heart rates and slower breathing, I pulled my hand from her crotch, and gently rocked back to pull myself from her. I rolled over onto my back, and, relaxed. She turned over, and rolled into my awaiting arms. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder as she nestled her head on my chest, and curled up beside me. She said "God, that was great. Why don't we do that more often?"

I just smiled as she went to sleep in my arms. This is my new wife Stephanie.

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We made love again in a more conventional manner. Then "Val" called.

"Hi, John, it's me. I wa-wa-wanted to tell St-St-Stephanie to lock in the furniture pr-pr-prices tomorrow morning. Please remind her and I will see you tomorrow." she said. She even sounded like Val. If I had not known better, I would have bet that it really was Val on the other phone.

Somewhere around 3 PM, I woke up with a pair of lips wrapped around my cock. As she held my cock in her hand it became hard again. She wrapped her lips briefly around the tip and licked the underside of the head.

"Oh, yeah honey. That's what I want. That feels so good. ahhhh." Her mouth began to engulf more of my cock as she sucked my cock into her throat. In the dim light, I saw her determined look as her tongue started to wash my flopping balls and her upper lip reached the root of my cock. She began to pump up and down, three, four time, pause, pump again.

"Ungh!, Ungh!, Ungh!, " I uttered with each stroke as she grunted. "ooohhh, god, oohh, god, oh, god!" I moaned and made animalistic guttural grunts as I thrust my meat as deep as she could take it. Her wet tight throat had a firm grip on my cock.

My pelvis was pumping with my motions now as much as I could manage without losing her. I felt her orgasm come in a shuddering quake that started at her crotch and expanded to encompass her entire body. Once she'd come though, she kept moving, building another as she continued to suck my cock. My orgasm started to build too, and as she approached her second, my cock loosed a torrent of cum into her wet hot mouth. I smothered her lips with my cum as she sucked every drop from my pulsing cock.

I rolled off and looked at this woman, glowing with joy and sexual pleasure. She was still sucking me, cleaning the fluids off as she went. I enjoyed the sensations her tongue, lips and teeth gave me. She smiled at me and said "You don't have to go to work today and I may just call in sick. We still have a lot of catching up to do."

I fell asleep.

I was barely awake when she got out of bed at 6 am and went into the bathroom to self-hypnotize herself. In less than five minutes, she came back to bed and quickly went to sleep. I went back to sleep also.

When I woke up, she was out of bed. I got up, pulled on some shorts and went exploring the house. I found "Steph" on the patio, drinking a cup of coffee.

"Good morning, did I wake you? I just felt so good this morning and couldn't sleep any more. I fixed some coffee and drank the whole cup without wanting to light a cigarette. Before I met Amanda, I would have smoked four or five cigarettes by now. I am glad that I let her hypnotize me and help me break that bad habit. I know that you didn't care for it and I don't know why I let it get so bad. Would you like some toast with your coffee?" she said as she got up to pour me a cup of coffee.

"No, I don't want any breakfast today. I did nothing but eat while I was on travel and have to start losing some of this weight that I gained." I said patting my belly.

"I tried to work it off of you last night." she said with a smile. "You enjoyed it too. I worry when you travel and imagine that you are in a hotel room with some cheap slut. I was glad to see you last night and to see that your body hadn't had an overdose of sex recently. I found some bagels in the fridge. Val must have left them. How about some cream cheese and bagels?"

"No, just coffee. How much did you miss me?" I asked.

She came over, opened her robe, dropped her robe to the ground and sat on my lap, so that her left breast was about my mouth level as she put her arms around me. She softly replied "Yes. Did you miss having this to suck on? I think that you will enjoy this more than any bagel or doughnut." as she held her boob about my mouth level.

I stared. Not because they were the only real boobs that I had seen in years, but because they were so perfectly shaped. Obviously, she could wear all kinds of sexy clothing that the old Steph could never think of wearing. She could model! She could model in a men's magazine, or for bras or swimsuits.

"You act as if you have never seen my breasts before. Are you playing hard to get?" she asked me as she took my hand and placed it on one of her breasts. They were so soft and silky. I just felt how wonderful her skin felt as she said "I love the feel of your tongue and the way that you tease me. I can't get enough of you." She gently pulled my head towards her nipple. She arched her back, pushing her firm breasts out, the nipples were just beginning to harden. I let my hands drift down and rest on her bare thighs, the soft smooth skin warm under my fingers. She moaned appreciatively. As my fingers crept up her thighs towards her hips she began to pant and whimper faintly. As I looked at her naked body, I felt my pulse quicken, and my cock get harder.

I wrapped my mouth around her nipple, taking it deep into my mouth. I felt hot and light-headed as my heart pounded in my neck as I was feeling the warmth of her round breast. I opened my mouth and took in as much of it as I could. But something wouldn't even let me stop to think about it.

"Here," she whispered, "use your hand to explore the other one, while you suck the areola and suck hard. You won't hurt me."

I sucked her areola, and sucked hard as she sighed softly and put her hand behind my head, holding me to her. I noticed her hips beginning to sway. She rubbed a hand down my chest, then eased her hand into my shorts and found my hard cock between my legs.

I just sucked and sucked. I noticed that Steph was easing me out of my shorts, but I didn't care. Sucking on those perfect breasts was all I could think about! I was soon naked, and Steph was pulling me onto the chaise lounge. All I could think about was those perfect breasts that I was kissing.

She lay back on the couch, drawing one foot up along the other leg to her knee, opening herself to me completely. She let one hand rest on her inner thigh, the hand beginning to slowly stroke up and down between her legs. The other hand drifted up between her firm, pear shaped breasts, where it began to tease her fully hardened nipples. The small pink points rising in little nubs up from the even paler pink aureole.

"I want you NOW, lover." She said in a husky whisper.

She began rubbing herself a little faster as she grasped my now throbbing cock. I groaned as first she blew gently on the tip, and then began to lick it long and slowly. After only a few moments of this she began to lower herself back down onto the lounge, pulling me down by my penis. She guided me slowly between her legs and brushed my tip up and down along her outer lips. Both of us were moaning now in a sate of high arousal.

I began to gently tease her breasts again with my lips and tongue. I moved slowly around, never quite touching her nipples, spending equal amounts of time on each breast. I opened my mouth around one breast, and began devouring the nipple, while she slid me deep inside her warm, wet, and hungry body. She grabbed me tightly with her inner muscles as I began to slowly push in and out of her. My mouth switched to her other breast, licking, and worrying at nipple, the soft firm flesh of her breast almost completely covered by my mouth when I opened wide.

She was so aroused already that she began her first orgasm. She was moaning and whimpering, getting louder as her motions became more intense. Her inner muscles were squeezing me with incredible strength and I had to exert a considerable amount of control to keep from letting go too early. With a last high pitched whimper, she went over the edge, her back arched and mouth open, gasping silently. Her moans took on a tone of surprise. They quickened. Then, I felt her vagina tighten around me as I pumped in and out. Her mouth was wide open, but nothing was coming out. This lasted for some time, about 30 seconds, before she let up. The she pulled my face to her and loudly said "You made me come, hard," she smiled breathlessly. "Do it again. Just like that."

I continued to slowly pump and tease her breasts until she came down. Even as she was recovering I kept at her, feeling my own threshold, as I tried to work her back to peak. With the continued stimulation to her above and below she soon was caught up in the rising throws of another orgasm. I bounced on her hard and fast again, and soon enough, I felt the heat rise and the velvet walls tighten. I pumped even harder, and she let out a little scream. I was slamming into her, and she gave no sign of letting up. It lasted for minutes. For a moment, she would catch her breath, but then she'd gasp and start coming again. She was having orgasms every few seconds! Orgasms that lasted half a minute, even a minute each. Moving faster and faster inside her I began to let loose with an intense series of spasms. The feeling of my warmth joining with hers, the incessant friction against her clit was enough to send her over the edge once more, thrashing and moaning along with me.

I was laying exhausted on her. Then I realized that we were out on the patio and my white butt was sticking up in the air and that Steph had been quite loud a couple of times. "That was a lovely way to start the day, and I hope you realize that I want you to do it like that every morning." She grinned wickedly.

We were finished and just laying on the patio, after enjoying each other's body when Steph looked up and said "Ah, shit. Val is here. She must have come in while we were fucking. She had to see us because first thing that she does every morning, is go into the kitchen and get a cup of coffee. John, we need to do something about her. She is very lonely and needs a man. A good fucking will stop her stuttering problem. Do you know anyone that we can set her up with?"

"No. But we can try to get her to go out with us and see what happens. Are you sure that she is here? Or that she saw us?" I asked as I put my shorts back on.

"Go out to the office and talk to her while I get dressed." she said as she picked up her robe and walked bare assed naked through the house.

I re-filled my coffee because the previous cup was now very cold. Then I went into the office. Val was there, working on the computer. She looked up at me and smiled. "Good morning. I didn't mean to pry but it's not of-of-often that I see such a white ass st-st-st-sticking st-st-straight up in the air. I enjoyed seeing someone getting it on because my sex life ain't sh-shit anymore. If it wasn't for dildos, I would forget everything about sex. Steph was acting as if she was gl-gl-glad to see you."

I could not believe my eyes. Steph was wearing Val's baggy clothes, had her hair pulled back in a tight bun, had no make-up on, and was wearing the black horn rimed glasses with the clear glass in them. If it wasn't for her red-hair, it would be Val sitting there. She looked and sounded just like Valerie.

"No problem. We thought that we were alone and ... Well, you know how things like that occur." I said.

"Ralph didn't like to do it an-anywhere but on the bed. I wa-wa-wanted to try different places, but he didn't like to experiment." Then she smiled as she said "Did you have a sugar donut this mo-mo-morning because you have so-so-something on your face that looks like sugar or pussy nectar."

I quickly wiped my face and said "I have to go get dressed."

"Ok, I left that package that you wanted on the couch." she said as I exited the room. The bras. I need to put them in Steph's drawer before she gets out of the shower. I pick up the package and go into our bedroom. Steph is taking a shower. I put the bras in the drawer and laid back on the bed.

She came out of the bathroom, with her hair dried and brushed into the style that Steph was wearing now. She had also put on some make-up and looked quite nice. She dropped the robe and started dressing. As she put on her bra, she said "John, I need to go to the optometrist today and get some contacts. My eyesight is getting worse and I don't want to wear glasses. I feel so sorry for Val with her big glasses. You don't know how many times I tried to get her to throw those glasses away and get some contacts. Her face is very pretty and she does everything that she can to hide it. I may need glasses now, but I will never wear glasses if I can help it. How do you think this blouse looks with this skirt?"

I spent the next several minutes watching her get dressed. When she was almost dressed, I walked into the kitchen, got another cup of coffee and went into the office. I wanted to see how they interacted by themselves.

"Good morning, Val. Sorry that you had to witness John's inability to control his male hormones but he had to demonstrate that he is pure animal after being on a long trip. We would have asked you to join us but John keeps swearing that I am the only woman in the world for him. And he was doing so well that I didn't want to interrupt him." Steph said as she entered the room.

Val looked up from her computer screen, looked at me and smiled. "John looked like he had been after it all mo-mo-morning. That thing between his legs lo-looked it had been worn away to almost nothing. It reminded me of a dachshund that I saw one time. Maybe if John has enough to sh-sh-share next time, I will join you."

Steph gave me a big hug and laughed. "John, if she only knew what you can do with what you have. Don't let her kid you. I love it and wouldn't trade your cock for any man's cock. Except for John Holmes. And about three million other cocks that I have seen." They both laughed and I tried to laugh.

"Well, Val, we need to get to work. Amanda is expecting to have her office ready in two weeks. Do you remember that contractor that we used for the McPherson project last year. We have a bid from him and it is...." I listened to them talk for about half an hour. They have adopted each other's personality, actions, and speech patterns. They have become each other and accept each other as being their old self.

During the day, I check in on them frequently and am still amazed at through they pick up on each other's personality. I was sitting on the patio, going over my travel invoices when Amanda joined me at the table. Today, she is wearing a white sun dress that complements her nice tan.

"How are our two young ladies doing today?" she asked.

"Beautiful. They have adapted to their new roles and seem contented with who they think they are. Val doesn't have a trace of stuttering now and has even picked up some of Steph's pronunciation patterns." I quickly jumped up to offer her a chair beside me.

"You have to start thinking of them as who they think they are. Not who they used to be. Call the woman who was your previous wife by her new name as if she was born with that name and treat her as if she was your wife's best friend. And you have a new wife. She is very attractive with her hair fixed and make-up applied. Both women have an appointment with a hair stylist today and they will go home with their normal colour. I could see that she had a nice body and just needed to change her wardrobe. How was last night with your wife?" she asked.

"I never had a night with the old Stephanie like that. Val, I mean Steph has no sexual hang-ups and will try anything. And repeatedly. She could not get enough last night and kept me aroused and humping all night. Even this morning, she attacked me on the patio where Val saw us when she came over. So she is not imitating Steph in that respect. Thank god." I found that I was looking at Amanda's boobs and trying to believe that they were not natural.

Amanda caught me looking and adjusted her position very slightly so that I got a better look for a couple of seconds and then went back to a more mundane viewpoint. "Stephanie is living the sexual dreams that she wanted to have. In her old life, she was quite active with a dildo and had quite an active imagination. She found it quite easy to transfer those memories of the dildo over to memories of sex with you. You have to be sure that you don't disappoint her. When she was living as Val, she had a strong desire to share you with her best friend. She knew what time Val would arrive this morning and probably had sex with you on the patio because she had frequent fantasies about coming in and catching you two in the act. Did you notice any other differences?"

"No. They both act the same. Except that they seem a little to joke more about sex and sharing me. The only other difference was the obvious physical difference of the new Stephanie's boobs. She used her boobs quite effectively in our warm-ups, in the sexual act, and in the way that she wears her clothes. The old Steph was quite self conscious of her lack of boobs and did not want any boob sexual activity."

"I understand where she is coming from. I had an attitude adjustment when I got my boobs. Don't be surprised if Steph wants to start making some wardrobe changes to show off her cleavage more."

We talked for another hour about other differences and how well the girls were adapting. Then Amanda left. I finished up my office work and went inside to finish putting up my travel clothes. Steph came in the bedroom and laid on the bed.

"Honey, did you put anything in the coffee? Since you returned home last night, I have felt so horny. Val and I was just talking girl talk and she has the same problem. If I was to tell you what she did with her dildo last night, you would blush. I told her about how many times we did it and she got very aroused. We started talking about what she saw this morning and she had watched us for awhile. She wanted to join us but she didn't say it. We have to find her a man. If she had an active sex life, she wouldn't stutter. Do you think it would hurt to hire a male prostitute for her? What am I saying. She needs sex and on-going affection. She has to have a regular man. But I know that we have a problem. I suspect that Val has a crush on you. Everytime I tell her about how deep and long you make love to me, she gets aroused. Maybe we ought to clone you and let your clone make love to her." Then Steph got up and started undressing, "I don't like the way this blouse looks on me. It feels too tight. I like the colour and style, but it doesn't fit me anymore. I am going shopping for a couple of new items today, do you want anything?"

"No, but if you see any nice ties, you can get a couple for me. Is Val going with you?"

"No, she is waiting on some call-backs to confirm scheduling and delivery dates. See you later, lover." she said as she grabbed her pocketbook and left.

1. Chapter

The next four days were a repeat of the first day. Steph would fuck and suck me about all night. She couldn't get enough. Nether could I. I was in love with Steph. My Steph. My horny Steph. My cock sucking, cum swallowing Stephanie. My big boobed Steph.

I found it difficult to think about ever having made love to Val. Within five days, the new Steph belonged to me and had pushed the old Steph out of my mind. I know that my agreement with Amanda was that they would live this test life for two months and then we restore their memories to them. But I was not sure that I wanted this two months to end. Or the old Steph to come back to my bed.

It wasn't that I hated or disliked her. It was that the new Steph had a hell of a body and knew how to use it on me. It was very easy to pretend that the new Steph was the real Steph and vice versa. Could I go back to the old Stephanie. Could I make love to the new Steph but with her old identity of Valerie? Would she have the same wild reckless abandonment? Or would she make love as reserved as her personality is? I have a quandary and not too many days left to enjoy this.

What did we do? What did we not do? I have to worry about whether or not I can get those strawberry jelly and whip cream stains out of the couch. Strawberry, cum and pussy juice tastes great. And my car back seat has dried cum on the scotch guard seat covers. And yesterday was the cleanest day of my life. We fucked in the bath, in the shower and in the back yard under the garden hose. I didn't think that I was going to get out the shower. She had her back braced up against the ceramic tile while her legs were wrapped around my neck and my face was buried in her pussy. If the water heater hadn't ran out of hot water, I might have drowned after awhile.

And there was her dildo the other night. My hands were tied behind my back and my feet were tied. I had a buzzing dildo and 5 pounds of k-y jelly up my ass as she made me remove an maraschino cherry from her mouth. And two from her pussy before she would turn that damn vibrator off. The worst thing was she put two ice cubes up my ass first and then used the vibrator to get my ass moving to melt the ice cubes. I quickly learned to find out what she planned to do, before I let her tie me up any more.

I went back to work on Monday but my mind was not on work. I didn't care what LayWanda did. I just wanted to get the hell out of work and back home to my horny little wife. When I came home on Monday, she and Val were working.

"Hi, hon. I am home." I said.

Val looked up and watched as Steph blended her body to mine and gave me a deep kiss. I couldn't help myself and let my hands wander around her ass cheeks. While we were hugging each other, Val said "You two don't act as if you have been ma-married se-seven years. If you are this horny after that long, I would have loved to se-seen your ho-honeymoon."

Steph laughed out loud and replied "It was a disaster. I got sunburned the first day and he couldn't touch me for three days. I was feeling bad because I was so stupid. If you had been there, I would have asked you to take my place until I healed. John had been looking forward to a week of sex."

Then turning back to me, Steph said "Did Amanda call you today? If not, she wants you to meet her for lunch tomorrow. And the four of us are going out tomorrow night. Amanda has found a nice dance club for us to go to."

Amanda had reserved a private table for the two of us, overlooking the waterfront. As I approached her table, I watched the slight breeze blow a lock of blond hair around her face. She was pure woman and radiated sex appeal. There is no way that she could ever have been a man.

She heard me and turned, with a smile. Her eyes are very beautiful and I had a difficult time glancing down at her exposed cleavage.

"How are our girls today?" she said as I sat down.

"They have adapted quite well to being each other. Although it has only been a few days, I find it difficult to think of ever being in bed with Val. She has become my wife's best friend and I only want to have sex with my wife. Does that sound funny?" I said.

She giggled and replied "No. It was what I expected. Do you think that you will have difficulty when it is time for them to remember who they really are?"

I swirled my drink straw and said "I hope not."

She put her hand on mine and said "We have concentrated upon getting Stephanie to accept who she is and to building her inner confidence. Now it is time to work on Val. She will need just as much work and attention as Stephanie. I plan for the four of us to go to a progressive club tonight. I will dance with you, with Val and finally with Stephanie, while you dance with Val. Stephanie and I will disappear, leaving you and Val to wonder about us. Then you will take Val home and make love to her. Stephanie and I might be hid somewhere watching you or we might be getting it on ourselves. when you make love to Val, remember that it is the first time that you two have made love together. Do you need some help?"

I smiled and said "Another suggestion?"

She leaned forward, took my hand and pressed it against her breast while she said "You don't really need any help. You will be making love to a woman that has secretly wanted this to happen for years. Although she is your wife's best friend, she has wanted this to occur for years. Tonight is her night and you know that your wife wants you to do to Val. You know that she will remember this night for years and will think about. Only tonight, it will really be you and not the dildo. You will enjoy getting the strange pussy, because that is what it will be. How good it is, is up to you and her. And I think that you will make it wonderful for the two of you."

As she said the last word, she raised my hand to her mouth and slowly eased my pointing finger into her mouth. Then she gently sucked on it. As she eased it back out, she said "I promise that you will enjoy tonight and so will Val. Enjoy your strange and new sex life. Maybe someday soon, you might add me to your collection!"

She let go of my hand and smiled at me. I had a rock hard erection and wanted to fuck her right then and there.

I had never been in this club before, but it was easy to find. I guided Steph to a booth near the dance floor, and ordered Martinis from the waitress that appeared as we sat down. "Your dress looks nice. Is that a new one?" I asked.

"Yes. I tried on some of my party dresses last night and all of my old ones were too tight around the chest and didn't show any cleavage. I don't know why I never bought any before that showed my body off. What do you think of it?" she asked, turning and puffing her chest out a little.

I grinned and said "Keep that up and you will have every man in the place over here."

She smiled and replied "Here comes Val. Promise me that you will dance with her and try to make her have a good time."

I nodded my head and saw Val approach the table. She was wearing her normal glasses, her hair was pulled back into it's usual tight bun, and she had on a white blouse, with a black skirt. Nothing too daring for her.

"Hi. Am I la-late?" she asked as she sat down quickly.

"No, we just got here. How are you today and how is Casper?" I asked.

"Ca-Casper is fine. Have you ordered yet?" she said.

"We ordered Martinis for us and gin and tonic for you. I know what you like to drink. Is it my imagination or is it very smoky in here?" Steph asked.

Val responded "It is smoky but no more than most bars. Since you quit sm-smoking, you can see what the rest of us ha-had to put up with, around you."

Steph stuck her tongue out at Val and said "Bitch. Rub it in. I know that I used to smell, but I couldn't help it. If it hadn't been for the good doctor, I would have already smoked two packs today and would be chain lightening them in here. I love to smoke and drink. I haven't quit completely yet, but I have cut back to only six cigarettes a day and will completely quit by next week. I can only have one cigarette while we are here tonight and I plan to enjoy it. Speaking of the good doctor, here she is."

I started to stand, but she was beside me and sitting down before I could re-act. She laughed and said "You can always tell an Italian man by his hands and where he places them on your butt. You can't tell him much, but you can tell him."

We all laughed. Then she said "The single men have already checked this table out and decided that John needs some help with all of these attractive women at this table. When they start coming over to hit on us, I am going to get up and dance. If they dance with anyone of us, they will think that gives them the right to sit down with us. So if John is busy, then one of you will have to be my partner. Ah, shit, here comes big hands."

A tall solid built man walked up to the table and looked straight at Amanda as he asked "Care to dance?"

She stood and pulled me up as she said "Too late. We were already on our way. Come on girls."

She led me onto the floor and I saw Steph ease Val out onto the floor. As we danced, we swapped partners between the four of us and we stayed out on the floor for about six songs. When we returned to our table, I was ready to sit down. I hadn't done this in years.

Amanda's attention focused on one dancing couple, consisting of a small, petite blond and a huge hulk of a man. "God", she said, "he must be over 6'5 and she barely makes five feet. How do they do it?"

Steph looked as she lit a cigarette and took a deep puff. Then she laughed and said "Either she's big enough to take him or he's smaller then we assume him to be. Which do you think is more likely, girls?"

Val laughed and said "Why don't we cut in on them during the next slow dance and find out if that's a sock in his tr-trousers. Damn it. I almost go-got through a whole sentence without stuttering."

Amanda said "Val, you and I are the single women here tonight. Why don't we go find out during the next dance. I will ask the blonde and you take the hunk."

Val blushed and said "I don't know if I can or not."

Amanda said "Don't worry about it. Just follow me. Come on."

She pulled on Val's hand and Val let her pull her out onto the dance floor. They started dancing and Amanda let them dance around to the section of floor where the couple were. As Amanda danced close to them, the blonde girl's eyes met Amanda's, and then to Val's surprised, the blonde girl's mouth softened as she gave a soft wink at Amanda. Then with a accident bump, both couples lost their momentum. But only for a second as Amanda put Val's hand into the man's hand and gave her a half spin so that she was standing in front of the man. Amanda grabbed the blonde's hand and put her hand around her waist as she started dancing with the blonde. The guy didn't know what happened but he was suddenly standing on the floor with Val. He nodded his head and started dancing with her as the song ended. The band switched to a slow song and the man pulled Val close to his body as they slow danced around the floor. Amanda and the blonde were laughing and having a good time as they danced. They moved effortless around the floor and I watched in amazement as I saw Amanda flow around the room. She was clearly the center of attraction on the floor.

When the song was over, Amanda and the blonde was laughing. Amanda grabbed Val and walked back to the table. As they sat down, Steph said "Well?"

Val blushed as she replied "It was a sock tucked into his drawers."

Amanda said "I told the blonde about our bet. She confirmed your discovery. How about another drink? I'm empty."

I signaled the waitress, and ordered more drinks. Our drinks arrived, but the waitress waved away my attempt to pay for them. "The drinks are from the couple at the table over there", the waitress explained as she nodded in the direction of the couple that we had been talking about.

Almost on cue, as the waitress left, the blonde walked over to our table and sat down. "I'm Donna."

We introduced ourselves and invited Donna to join our table. She looked back at the hunk and said "No, he gets jealous, when women discover what is really in his jockey shorts. I'll go back and keep his male ego happy. Just wanted to say hello and see if you all want to go out sometime, without Charlie. Here's my card." she said slipping Amanda her business card.

Amanda had one of her ready and handed to Donna, who looked at the name on the card, smiled and tucked the card down into her breast as she walked back to the table.

Steph looked at Amanda and said "John can take care of the hunk if you want to peal off his squeeze."

Amanda laughed and said "No thanks. But I do want to dance. Come on Steph."

She offered her hand to Amanda and fluttered her eyelashes as she answered "Thank you, I would love to dance." I watched as Amanda led Steph to the dance floor and they started dancing to the music from the band.

I changed seats so that I was sitting beside Val and we watched as they danced. Right from the first step, Amanda's hand was moving along Step's side, lightly caressing her back, waist and the juncture where hips and waist join.

Steph's eyes were closed and she was moving her body in a fluid motion with Amanda's body. Amanda was guiding her with one hand cupping her entire ass-cheek softly but firmly, pulling Steph against her body as they danced.

Val said . "Amanda is a very st-st-strange woman. I like her but never know what to expect from her next. What do you th-think of her?"

I took Val's hand in mine and held it as I said "Amanda doesn't believe in fooling around either. She wants us to have a sexual foursome some night. What do you think about that?"

She blushed as she said "I would ne-need some more to drink first."

We both laughed and I continued to play the role that Amanda had laid out for me as I said "Val, we have known each other for years and although I treat you as a sister, I want you to know that you are very sexually attractive and I have often thought about what it would be like to make love to you."

Her gaze shifted and she took a drink before she replied "Really?"

I was still holding her hand and I guided it so that it was resting in my lap as I stroked her hand. I asked "Why have we never fooled around with each other?"

She said "I...I .... I don't know. Maybe you never asked me."

"You were married to Ralph for several years. Well, anyway, I think that Amanda and Steph are planning on partying all night. What if I tell them that I have a big day tomorrow and you forgot to let Casper go for his nightly walk first. Then I will take you home." I said.

She was silent for about ten seconds. Then she squeezed my hand and said "I am sc-scared. I want to. But I don't want to. I would hate to do an-anything that could hurt the fr-friendship that I enjoy with you and Steph."

Everything was going just about the way that Amanda had predicted it would. I pulled on my ear lobe, knowing that she was watching for her signal. Within seconds, Steph and Amanda came back to the table laughing and out of breath.

Steph said "I just got to have one more damn weed tonight. When I drink, I have to smoke. Why aren't you two out on the floor?"

I quietly said "Steph, you know that we have always been honest in our relationship. How would you feel if I told you that I wanted to make love to Val?"

Steph was getting ready to light her cigarette. She stopped for a second and then continued. After she took a deep drag and blew the smoke up toward the lights, she said "I have known for several years that you two had a strong sexual attraction for each other that you were hiding and that someday I would have to deal with it. Well, I thought about what I would do when and if that day ever came."

She took another drag and coughed. Then she said "Val, you are my best friend. We have shared almost everything else in our lives. Make sure he gets up in time to go to work tomorrow."

Val had bowed her head and as Steph said this, her fingernails dug into my leg. She raised her head and said "You do-don't mind?"

Steph laughed and said "Honey, just don't give him the clap before you send him home to me. I was telling John just the other day that you needed a good lay and if you want John, you can borrow him for one night."

I looked at Amanda and was surprised to see her lighting a cigarette. She said "I like to smoke when I drink also. We will both pay the price tomorrow. Go on, you two, get the hell out of here and have fun giving each other mutual satisfaction" Her skirt had ridden up until it was just covering her upper thighs, exposing finely shaped legs wrapped in silk stockings topped with black lace garters.

I felt my pulse quicken, and realized that I was so excited by this, that my whole body was vibrating. Steeling myself to remain cool, I returned her smile, and answered, "Shall we go?".

I stood and she stood beside me. We turned and hadn't taken more than two steps before Val stopped and turned around. She walked back to Steph and hugged her neck and gave her a peck on the cheek. Then she walked back to me and took my waiting hand.

Neither one of us said a word as we walked out and got into my car. I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot as she slowly slid her left hand to the front of my trousers, and gripped my cock through the material. "Good God, it's hu-huge! I didn't know that so-socks were this big." she said softly as she ran her hand up the length of my throbbing shaft.

I gave a light groan from the pleasure of her hand as she continued to stroke my cock, ignoring her joke.

"You better stop that, or I want be able to drive to your house before I ravish your body" I whispered.

In response, she slid down a little in the seat with her skirt around her hips. She took my hand off of the four-speed and lifted the skirt so that my hand could reach between her thighs. As I stroked her mound through her panties, she said "I dr-dreamed once that you wanted a child and Steph was ba-barren. You convinced me to bear your child and I mo-moved in with you. The fi-first time we ma-made lo-love, was in my old car. You re-remember that old cl-clunker."

"Yes, I do. I liked that body style." I said as she spread her legs a little wider, which gave me room to slip a finger inside the band of her panty crotch. Her sharp intake of breath signaled my finger had found a home.

She shifted positions so that she was nuzzling my neck as I drove. My right hand was playing with her very wet pussy as she stroked and rubbed my hard cock. Then she did something totally unexpected as she eased down the zipper of my trousers, and tugged my stiff cock from its confinement.

I had to bit my lip to concentrate on my driving as her hand struggled to close around the shaft that she was pulling out of my trousers. As she continued to stroke it, she said "Ralph fo-found a way to cu-cure my st-stuttering. Everytime that I wo-would stutter, he would shove his co-cock into my mouth."

"Did that help your stuttering?" I asked.

"No, it just made me st-stutter more often." she laughed.

I laughed too. Then she said "Keep your eyes open and on the road."

She bent over and licked the top of my cock. I twitched from the shock and almost jerked the wheel. She raised back up and said "Keep yo-your eyes on the road. If we have a wreck, my to-tombstone will read Don't Know if the wreck ki-killed her or the cock she bit off."

She took my cock into her warm, wet mouth and lightly swirled her tongue around it as she stoked me. Then she sat back up and said "Just th-though I would gi-give you some re-reasons for not backing out when you get to my home." as she smiled at me.

She sat back up and eased my hand from her pussy. My finger was wet from her. As she pulled my hand out from under her skirt, she raised my hand to her lips and started kissing and sucking on my fingers, keeping the wet one until the last. When she got to that, she slowly sucked it and eased it down her throat until my whole finger was down her throat. She sucked with her lips and slowly started stroking my finger in and out of her mouth as she sucked on my finger.

I wanted to slam on the brakes and throw her into the backseat and give it to her. She knew it too. She laughed as she removed my finger from her mouth and said "Wh-when I did that to Ra-Ralph, he couldn't stand it either and proposed to me the same night."

I wheeled the car into the driveway and announced "We're here!"

She said "John?"

"Yes." I replied.

"I am sc-scared. Now that we are he-here, I don't know if I can go in. Can we talk first?" she said.

"Okay," I responded. She opened her door and walked to the door. I followed her and shut the door behind her. She walked straight to the bar and started pouring both of us some stiff drinks.

We clinked glasses, and she led me off towards the den in the back of the house.

I looked at Val thoughtfully, thinking that she had already been more sexual responsive to me in the car than she ever had been before.

In the den, she reached up and pulled some pins out, letting her bun come undone and her hair flowed around her face. She reached for the remote control for the television and said "Do you mind if we just cuddle for awhile?"

I kicked off my shoes and laid down on the couch. She laid down beside me and let me slide my hand up under her blouse. She quietly said "You won't fi-find much up there. Steph has bigger ni-nipples than my whole boob."

I worked my fingers up under her bra and started playing with the nipple of one breast as I nippled on her ear. I paused long enough to say "Quality not Quantity."

She let me play with her nipples and then she said "I have decided to have a boob job. I am going to ask Amanda to help me select so-someone soon."

I paused. Is this Val speaking or is it Steph speaking. What if she decides later that she didn't want this? I felt her pull my hand out from under her bra. She sat up and said "Why don't you undress? I will be back in a minute.

I undressed and laid back naked on the couch. She came back in, turned the lights down, took her blouse off and then her bra and her skirt. She laid back down next to me and put my hand back onto her nipple.

She asked "Did you ever think that we wo-would be here, like this?"

"Yes, I knew that someday we would be here." I replied, squeezing her nipples very gently.

"I did too. This last we-weekend, I dug up my old diaries and re-read them. Did you know in college that I had a cr-crush on you. Then I got back to dating Ralph and watched you marry Steph. I began th-thinking of you when I made love with Ralph. After we di-divorced, I focused on you. I would lie in my bed and wrap my legs around a pillow and pretend it was you. Steph knew about how I felt about you. And now, here we are. I feel so na-natural and comfortable lying here beside you. I don't know if we will ever do this again, so I just want to enjoy this. Do you understand?" she asked as she turned around so that she was facing me.

"Yes, I do." I said as I leaned down to take first one, and then the other rock-hard nipple between my lips. Surrendering to the sensations of pleasure from her breasts, Val rolled off the couch, slowly pulling me with her onto the rug. As she pulled me, she spread her legs and raised her hips, revealing her pink cunt rimmed with silky public hair. As I licked her cunt, which she held open for me with the fingers of one hand, and fondling her small pert breast with the other. I suddenly noticed she was changing positions so that her face was going to be close to my cock.

She took my cock in her mouth, and began sucking greedily.

I gently placed one finger in her cunt, swirling it around in the moistness. She was starting to flow before I began pushing the thick digit deep inside her willing hole. Her hips arched involuntarily to meet my hand until the whole finger was buried deep inside. I withdrew the finger to toy with her clitoris, and under my adept ministrations, her body was soon wracked with a shuddering orgasm.

She gripped my tool with both hands and stroked the veined shaft with her hands, while she pulled the head into her sucking mouth. Feeling the head start to expand in her mouth, she gave it one last lick, and straddled my body, balancing, and with one hand, guided the blunt head to the opening of her sopping cunt.

Now poised, she started hunching on my staff, and gasped as she got the head of my cock lodged full in her cunt. Stopping there for a moment, she waited as she felt her cunt stretch and adjust to my organ before she again pressed down to engulf another couple of inches in her aching cunt.

I looked at my cock half-buried in her pink snatch. Each time she raised up, her labia folded out to my sight and then disappeared as she fucked down on my throbbing meat. Her cunt spasmed and spasmed in a way I had never experienced before. Raising once more until the end of my cock was visible, she sank forcefully again on my cock, descending until her silky cunt-hairs twined with the coarse black hair around my cock. She was full of my cock. I would have sworn I could fell my cock hitting her stomach as she gyrated her hips to move my cock deep inside her little pussy. "Okay, now fuck me" she said, as she fell back, and I rolled forward and onto her. With slow, powerful strokes, I began pumping my meat into her, and was amazed when she placed her ankles on my shoulders to open her willing cunt more to my pounding cock. I gripped her tight ass with both hands while I rammed my cock in and out of the tight cunt as she had yet another climax, flooding my cock with her juices, lubricating my cock as it fucked in and out of her pussy. I grabbed her ankles and held them wide, as I continued my frantic lunges to bury even more cock in her willing cunt. Soon I felt my cum boiling up from my balls.

She fucked her hips up wildly tossing her head as the thick, heavy cream sprayed from my cock and splashed against her cervix. She wrapped her legs tight around my body as I spasmed my load deep inside her pussy.

My body relaxed, and I rolled over with her. She looked at the shaft that was still half buried within her. She eased away from me, and sighed as my dick slid from her greedy cunt and cum oozed from between her swollen labia.

1. Chapter

On the drive home the next morning, I kept thinking that I am having the wierdiest dream. I had just fucked my wife, who doesn't think that she is my wife. I am on my way home to my wife's best friend, who thinks that she is my wife. And when I fucked my wife, it was not her that I was fucking. I have spent the last seven years of my life in bed with her and she never put out like that before. It was almost as if she really was someone else.

When I walked into the kitchen, I could smell fresh coffee and knew that Steph was already up. I looked out onto the patio and she was exercising. Because our back yard is fenced in, she was naked.

I poured a cup of coffee and walked out back.

"Did you leave her with a smile on her face?" she asked as she did deep knee bends.

I sat down and took a sip of coffee before I answered "Yes."

"How would you feel if she moved in with us. I know that she gets very lonesome in that big house. If she rented it out, she could save a lot of money." she said continuining her up and down motion, not paying any attention to me staring at her jiggling naked boobs.

"How did you do last night?" I asked, ignoring her question.

"Amanda left with the blonde. I came home and crashed." she said as she laid on a mat and started doing sit-ups.

"Do you think that it will hurt our marriage if she moves in here?" I finally said in response to her question.

"Not as long as you remember that I am your wife and get first option on your services. Our sex life would probably change somewhat. Val likes to watch other people have sex and would sometimes be happy to just watch us. And she would want you to visit her bedroom on a frequent basis. And we could have some interesting threesomes. She also has some lesbian tendencies that she has kept hid for a long time. You might see some of that." she grunted as she exercised.

"Would you eat her?" I asked.

She stopped long enough to reply "If I like her enough to lend her my husband, then I would probably see how far up her cunt, I could get my tongue." before she resumed her exercising.

Amanda called and we compared notes. She was satisfied with the way things were going. I told her about my confusion. She laughed and said that was to be expected. Just hang in and everything will work out.

I dressed for work. When I walked back into the house, Val was at work. She looked up at me and blushed as she said "Good mo-morning. Thank you for waking me before you left. Mo-most men would just get up and slip out."

Steph walked in just then and laughed as she saw a hickey on Val's neck. The telephone rang and she answered it. As I listened to her, I though about how much my life had changed in the last two weeks. Looking and listening to Steph, it was her that I was seeing and hearing. Except that she was no longer flat chested and our sex life had greatly improved. I looked at Val and could not see any of the old Steph in her. She had become Val just as much as the real Val had become my Steph. They had become each other, except for some differences. What do I do, when it is time to restore them back to who they are really?

The next week passed quickly. One night we had a threesome and I watched as they sixty-nined each other while I recovered. I pumped Steph full of my cum and watched as Val cleaned her out, while Steph used her tongue on me.

Another day was a slow work day and I fucked Steph on the patio, while Val watched from the kitchen. She could have come out, but she liked hiding as she watched us.

And on another slow day, I fucked Val in her car's backseat. We pulled it into the garage and undressed each other as we climbed into the backseat. I still have a stiff neck.

Didn't see much of Amanda because she was finishing up some business before opening her doors. I called over once and Donna answered the phone.

Val moved in with us. She moved into the guest bedroom. She has decided to have surgery. She and Steph went to a doctor and while the doctor can't build some boobs the size that Val wants, she will have some boobs for the first time. She also wants to have a little work done on her face. She wants some cheekbones, which would make her look just like Steph. They look a lot alike now but most people don't notice it because of the way they dress and the hair styles. If she has this done, she will be a mirror image of the way that Steph looks now.

So I called Amanda and told her that I needed to talk to her. She gave me her address and suggested that I come over to her place.

Donna met me at the door. She was wearing only a black bra, black panties and a garter belt, holding up mid-thigh hose. She hugged me as if we were long time friends and held my arm tight as she led me back to Amanda's den.

Amanda was reading a magazine but she was only wearing a cream coloured bikini bathing suit. She stood when I came and gave me another big welcome hug and then led me out onto the patio, while Donna went to fix us some drinks.

After Donna left us, Amanda said "Donna is not happy unless she is someone's slave and is treated like a piece of shit. It's going to take several months to re-build her low self-esteem and get her where she doesn't need someone else to tell her how to live. So if our relationship surprises you, it is because that is what I need to do, to establish the bond that I need, before I can help her. How are our girls doing?"

"Val wants a boob job and some facial work that will make her look more like Steph." I said.

I was sitting on a patio chair, with no arms. Amanda handed me a bottle of skin lotion and asked "Would you mind putting some of this on me. My skin gets too dry in this weather."

I took the lotion and she sat down on my lap and bent forward, lifting her shoulder length hair forward so I could get to her shoulder. I put some lotion in my hand and she reached behind her and pulled the top bow, releasing the bikini top. As I rubbed the lotion into her back, she said "Steph is adapting quite well. Now that she is not carrying the memories of her childhood rape, she has developed a very rounded personality. When I return her memory, she will be able to see how relaxed and comfortable she was with that personality. She will snap out of the shell that she has hid behind all of her life."

I had been applying lotion to Amanda's back and she stood and turned so that she was facing me. Then she stepped forward, spread her legs around my legs and sat back down on my lap, so that her legs were wrapped around my hips, and her beautiful bouncing nipples were inches from my face. She rested her arms on my shoulders. While I stared at her perfect tits, she continued "My front needs lotion also, please. Val is the one that needs the most work. She hates her body. I expected her to want to re-shape the way that she looks. After she has surgery, she should be more comfortable. Her main problem is, that she does not get turned on by normal sex. She gets more satisfaction from being a voyeur and has some lesbian tendencies. I think that when everyone is restored and given the opportunity to become who they really want to be, that the real Val will want to be your woman, while the real Steph will want her to be your woman. The real Steph will move into the spare room so that she can watch and participate when she wants to. By having her own room, she can watch and then have a personal place where she can masturbate after observing her two best friends. Will you be able to live with that?"

I was taking my time and rubbing the lotion on her breasts. I nodded my head yes and she smiled. Her voice changed timbre and became a little husky as she continued "I know from very personal experience that she will be happy with her breast job, but won't be satisfied yet. She has nothing there and will require small implants to stretch the skin. After the skin has slowly stretched, the next operation will put larger implants in. The skin will have to slowly stretch again and the next operation, puts the correct shape and sag into the boobs. Some women only have one operation and wind up looking like they have a frisbee under their skin. How do you like my breasts?"

"They are very nice. They feel real and look real. If you hadn't told me about your sex change, I would think that they were the real thing." I replied as I finished my lotion.

She smiled at me and stood up. She took my hand and pulled me to my feet and started walking toward her outdoor hot tub. She climbed into it and sat down before she commanded "Join me. Take your clothes off. If you insist, I will shut my eyes so that I don't see that you have a wee-wee between your legs."

I hesitated only for a moment and then undressed. After I climbed into the tub and sat down, she changed positions so that she was sitting immediately to my left. Under the water, her right hand was gently stroking and squeezing my left leg. I felt the wonderful sensation of her fingernails, tracing random patterns on my leg. I knew that I was getting an erection but hoped that she couldn't see it under the water.

"Thank you for the compliment. I work hard to look and act like a natural woman. You never did tell me if my suggestion worked on you, when you were on your trip?" she laughed.

I was about to bit my lip to get some self-control back. Here I was sitting naked in a hot tub with her. I had a very hard erection and her fingers were teasing my leg, as my eyes feasted on her breasts floating just below the water line. I said simply "Yes."

She smiled and her hand moved further up my leg and flirted around my pubic hair as she said "How did you take me?"

I knew that I couldn't lie to her. I said "I repeatly filled every hole that you had. I pretended that my hand was your mouth, your pussy, your ass and even your hand."

Her hand was now teasing and bearly touching my hard erection. Her voice was very husky now and she asked quietly "Did you enjoy it when I did this to you?" as her hand wrapped around my hard cock and she slowly started stroking it.

I jerked from her touch. I wanted her but I knew that this time, would be by her rules. Next time is my rules. She said "John, I am extremely bi-sexual and enjoy sex with men and women. With my body and looks, I can get almost any man or woman that I want. But I am a little old fashioned and like to have long relationships. I would like you to be my man. I would like to be able to slip into bed with you and to sleep beside you, knowing that we have a very special relationship. I would like to make love to you and to have you make love to me. I would like to make love to Val and Steph and you at the same time but I can't do that with them as long as they are my patients, so that will have to wait several more months. But I could be a woman for you now. Do you want me to show you how much of a woman I can be?"

I wanted her. At that moment, I didn't care if her name was Lorena Bobbitt. I grunted yes.

She floated off of her seat and into my arms. Her arms wrapped around my neck and her mouth opened for my searching tongue as her warm and firm nipples pressed against my chest. As we kissed, she helped me rise and to climb out of the tub so that I was lying on the deck. As soon as I was flat on my back, her face dropped to my cock. I started to twist and change positions so that I could pull her bikini bottoms off but she stopped me. She took my whole hard cock into her mouth and slowly swallowed it. Then she eased it back out slowly until only the head was floating on her tongue, which was licking and teasing my head as she slowly sucked on it. Then she took it all back into her mouth and throat. For the next several minutes, I just laid there and experienced the most intensive sensations. When I felt the load building up, she sensed it also and sucked the tip as she stroked the shaft. I exploded into her mouth as she sucked me dry.

As she cleaned and swallowed the last drops of my cum, she looked at me and said "Am I woman enough for you?"

I pulled her face to mine and gave her a deep kiss as an answer. My hands were squeezing her boobs. When we finished our passionate embrace, I said "I want you. I want to be inside you. I want to feel my cock throbbing from being squeezed by your internal muscles."

She pulled away a little and said "You know some of my story. You see how I can be a woman. I can take you inside me but it would have to be within my ass. And you would enjoy it. My ass is very clean and tight. While you were on the way over here, I had a cleansing enema. With a little jelly, it will be the tightest piece you ever had. Before I let you take me, I have to show you something. Donna."

Donna came out of the house. I didn't cover myself up or try to hide that we had just had sex. I knew that Donna had been watching us. Amanda stood and said to Donna "Prepare me for anal sex."

Donna's face lit up. She pulled her mistresses' bikini down. As Amanda stepped out of the bottoms, I could see that she had dark curly pubic hair and was wearing some sort of g-string. As Donna stepped behind her and unfastioned something, Amanda watched my face. When Donna completed her task, Amanda spread her legs and a small cock swung free, from where it had been encased between her cheeks. Donna walked around front, dropped to her knees and took it into her mouth.

She could see the look on my face and she quietly said "I never went the whole route. I am a she-male. I live as a woman but have a functioning male sex organ. It is the only thing left of my life as Andrew. When I have sex with a woman, I alternate between lesbian actions and a mixture of male/female actions. When I have sex with a man, I am always a woman. Most times, I stop with oral sex. It is only with special men that I really reveal myself. When I said I wanted to be your woman, I meant it. You pretended while travelling that you were fucking my ass. I want you to fuck me and want to feel you inside me but I knew that you would be very surprised by what you would discover. Therefore, I had to show you. I will understand if you want to leave and we never have sex again."

I looked at the little cock that Donna's mouth had teased into being erect. I looked at the beautiful boobs, the sensuous face, the long flowing blond hair. Everything was pure woman except for the little cock. I had never seen anything like this.

I said "I don't know what to say. You are right. I am very surprised."

She stopped Donna with a simple touch and turned around as she bent over a table, exposing her ass to me. She said "I want you."

She was right. It was some of the best ass that I ever had.