From alt.sex.stories.tg Sat Jun 8 00:27:14 1996 Path: mordred.cc.jyu.fi!news.csc.fi!news.eunet.fi!EU.net!usenet1.news.uk.psi.net!uknet!psinntp!psinntp!howland.reston.ans.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news.fibr.net!nntp.primenet.com!uunet!in2.uu.net!news.new-york.net!news.way.com!cport03.way.com!user ~~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg ~~Organization: Application Resources Information Services. ~Lines: 88 Message-ID: no-0506961821520001@cport03.way.com NNTP-Posting-Host: cport03.way.com
Falling asleep late one Winter night, I drifted into a strange dream. Waves of force seemed to be passing through me as I tossed and turned--and finally my slumber seemed to be ending.
I woke up atop a smooth stone surface, feeling a warm nautical breeze and hearing the distant sound of gull-like birds. Lazily opening my eyes, I squinted in the bright light of dawn, staring sleepily upwards at a bright tropical sky with two large moons.
Still groggy, I began to realize I wasn't in my bed any more--that I'd arrived somewhere else. I dimly realized that I could feel a summer breeze caressing my bare body, and I slowly turned my head--feeling long, soft hair slip across my face--and saw a strange, exotic-looking beach, surrounded by shimmering, mirror-like cliffs, facing a vast, calm sea. Still partly asleep, I continued turning my head--but I suddenly froze in alarm as I caught my reflection in the mirrored cliff.
I saw Cindy Crawford.
The supermodel was almost completely nude--her entire voluptuous body was beautifully exposed, its smooth, bronzed skin glinting in the crisp morning light. . Her shapely curves were ornamented--you couldn't really say "dressed"--like a Boris Vallejo "fantasy" pinup, adorned with nothing but golden threads of Medieval chain-mail, forming a tiny, ornate bikini and her ripe, plump breasts thrust buoyantly from her slim torso, covered only by gleaming gold jewel-encrusted disks that barely concealed their hardened nipples.
I blinked--still not breathing--and saw the gorgeous, barely-clad model mirror the movement. "Oh my GOD," I gasped, staring at my reflection in disbelief as I rose to my feet, seeing my dazed shock reflected in the world-famous face--I also wore long, savage-looking high-heeled leather boots, and, reaching back, I realized that the golden threads of "armor" completely exposed my smooth, round, taut buttocks.
"Oh, Jesus--I'm Cindy Crawford," I gasped, feeling an electrifying thrill at the sensual sound of my voice, watching my mouth form the words--stepping closer to the mirrored cliff, I parted my lips to give myself the familiar sultry stare, bringing my fingers to the smooth metal of my bikini "armor" and letting my hands brush delightfully around the bare expanse of my abdomen and the curved flanks of my hips. "I'm Cindy," I panted wildly, arching my back to strike my sexiest pin-up calendar pose--an incredible wave of hot delight coursed through my body as I reached to caress my round, firm buttocks, tossing my soft hair and pouting seductively at my reflection. "I've turned into Cindy CRAWFORD," I murmured breathlessly, shifting my weight to thrust out the gigantic, full curves of my breasts as the waves of excitement kept growing and growing--"and I'm SO BEAUTIFUL--"
Hearing a sudden noise in the bushes, I spun around, my breasts swinging wildly towards my chin--and noticed an ornate, scabbarded sword leaning against the boulder. Stepping over, I reached for it--and the moment my slim, manicured hand slipped around its hilt, a strange, tingling sensation like a powerful electrical current flowed into my body. I drew the giant blade from its scabbard, hearing a powerful humming in my ears.
"Oh wow," I murmured, staring at the sword --the pleasurable tingling continued as I effortlessly waved the heavy blade in the air, clenching my small hand around the hilt and swinging the huge sword against the flat boulder. With a deafening crack, the entire rock exploded into splinters.
Ears ringing, I re-sheathed the sword, and with a mounting sense of unreality I strapped the scabbard's wide, thick leather belt around my bare hips, brushing my soft mass of long hair out of my face and twisting to see past my breasts as I tightened the buckle. "This is no dream," I thought incredulously, feeling a tingle of wild delight as the scabbard's leather edge rocked against my buttock and bare leg--"this is REALLY HAPPENING." Glancing back at my reflection, I felt my breathing hitch at the dazzlingly sexy view of the buxom, barely-clad, savagely-armed Cindy, her bare buttocks protruding above her long thighs, and I closed my eyes and forcibly ignored my mounting orgasm until it faded to a tolerable level.
Taking several deep breaths, I opened my eyes--and tried to think rationally about what had happened. Clearly, I'd arrived in another world; some sort of savage alternate dimension--but even accepting THAT, I thought (allowing my eyes to drift back to their own lovely reflection) why on EARTH would I have transformed into someone else; let alone a recognizable person--let ALONE the world's most beautiful Supermodel? What cosmic principle was at work? I wondered, staring at my smouldering face--And what effect was it supposed to have on ME? What was the advantage of being so breathtakingly beautiful that you couldn't even look at your own reflection without feeling a flutter in your stomach, like your heart was skipping a beat, and to realize that you were approaching the edge of orgasm yet AGAIN, and were powerless to stop it? There had to be SOME purpose to it, and I was beginning to realize that I would soon find out.
Leaving the clearing, I began following a path into the surrounding forest--the breeze tossed my hair and caressed my thin, flawless body as I walked, feeling my breasts bouncing heavily up and down. Reaching up in disbelief to touch my smooth face and voluptuous lips, I felt my fingertips brush my mole, and I nearly leapt for joy. "I'm REALLY Cindy," I thought deliriously--"I can enjoy it any time I want to." This strange world might contain great dangers--but it was bringing me many new pleasures as well.
TO BE CONTINUED