3 comments/ 92244 views/ 55 favorites She Is Me... Ch. 01 By: Many Feathers She is me... Chapter One I was standing in the baggage claim at the airport waiting for my cousin Faye. It had been nearly a year since I had seen her last, something we had always enjoyed doing. As cousins go, we were very close. Perhaps not nearly as close as I'd fantasized about, but we were close. We enjoyed one another's company, and always looked forward to these almost too short visits. The thing about Faye was, she was flirtatious as hell around me. Very often our conversations were filled with innuendos, flirtatious banter back and forth. And comfortable enough, that there was very little we couldn't discuss with one another, including our current (or in my case) not so current sex-lives. But it had never gone beyond that. Though I wasn't sure that with a little more effort on either one of our parts, it possibly could have. Even our kisses in greeting had been chaste. Sure, affectionate yes, but never once had we locked lips in such a way that we'd qualify for being "kissing-cousins", as much as I would have liked that. I stood waiting, watching the escalator for her to finally appear. When she did, she saw me at almost the same moment I saw her. Her immediate smile lighting up the room, or so it seemed anyway. The fact she hadn't changed much was no surprise. Long brown hair, same color as my own, that fell easily and comfortably about her slim frame. Faye had sparkling blue eyes, a smile that could melt any man, and a body to match, though I'd never gotten much of a look at it outside of a few times when she'd worn a bikini around me. It had been enough however to light the fires of many long evenings just fantasizing about her. I guess you could say she had 34C, or large B cup breasts. Either way, they looked bigger than they probably were on her curvy frame. The fact she enjoyed showing them off to some extent was another one of those flirtatious kinds of teases of hers. The fact she had come to visit with me, and dressed as sexy as she was (at least I thought so anyway) just reaffirmed the kind of relationship we had with one another. I noticed almost immediately the somewhat short pleated blue skirt she had on, along with the tight form fitting pull over sweater that was a complimentary color of blue, low cut just enough to give hint at the swell of her sensual breasts. I almost broke through the barrier just to gather her up in my arms in order to hug her. But she saved me the embarrassment of doing that by rushing through the obstacle course in order to get to me first. In seconds we were hugging one another almost crazily. I am sure that people who were standing around us thought us to be a couple, separated for a time perhaps for some unknown reason. I honestly wished it was actually like that. "So Faye, how was the flight?" I asked, still holding her hand as we made our way over to the carousel to await the arrival of her luggage. "Too long," she laughed. "I'm looking forward to a nice hot shower, and something decent to eat. And not necessarily in that order either!" She grinned, once more hugging me to her. It was hard not to notice the press of her full breasts against me as she did that. And I again wondered if she wasn't getting some sort of a kick out of doing that to begin with. I'd never tried to hide the fact I was a bit of a breast man, and had even once commented on hers when we'd gotten into a discussion about things like that. I'd told her then, I thought she had an amazing body, and any man lucky enough to land her one day would make me jealous upon doing that. She had laughed of course, once more leaning over to give me an affectionate kiss on the cheek. But I had felt the press and near caress of her breasts against my bare arm that time too. Like I said, Faye could tease me to death in the most subtle of ways, though I think we both knew damn good and well what she was doing to me. It wasn't long before we had piled her luggage in the backseat of my car, quickly getting onto the freeway from there for the short thirty-minute drive back to my place. We were both anxious to get there of course, and by the looks of it, just a few minutes ahead of the normal rush hour traffic. We were doing our usual catch-up when I just happened to catch unexpected movement out of the corner of my eye. That's when I looked over towards Faye and whatever it was that didn't seem normal. In hindsight. It's just like everyone says. Suddenly everything I remember seemed to be happening in slow motion. Whoever was driving the other car, came up the on ramp at a much higher rate of speed than even we were traveling. And maybe, he/she didn't see us, I don't honestly know. All I do know, is Faye suddenly aware that something wasn't right either, looking over, and then screaming. Though I'm not sure I remember the scream, maybe because we both were. I do remember looking over to my left, but there was another car in the lane next to me, though I didn't have time to react even if there hadn't been. Once again...in slow motion, I heard and then felt the sudden impact of the car slamming into us, the screech of breaks being applied, though too little too late. If anything, I honestly believe that had made it worse. Clipping the back corner of our car, sending us into what initially was a tailspin. And then after that, we were weightless. I know the car rolled, though I have no idea how many times, or what actually happened after that. What I did see, when I realized I was looking...scared the hell out of me. ** And just like some of the other stories you've maybe heard, I found myself looking down at myself, or at the scene rather. I don't know how much time had actually passed. But I was fully aware of emergency vehicles parked all over the place. I was on some kind of a gurney, though still laying on the ground, I had a neck brace on, and strapped down, but it was also obvious they were still working on me. In a panic, I looked around for Faye. She too was being attended to a short distance away from where I was. How she had gotten there, I had no clue, but the paramedics with her had already lifted up her sweater, they'd applied one of those emergency defibrillators and were in the process of charging it. "Clear!" Someone shouted. In an instant, I was somehow magically right by her side, looking down. I watched as her body jerked from the electrical shock she'd just been given, and then everyone looking at some sort of a monitor. "Charging again," someone else spoke, though that's when I saw the strangest of things. This little blue white light seemed to suddenly leave her body, like a little sphere of some sort. The moment it did, I could sense her presence, including her emotions. She seemed bewildered, confused, incoherent, though I was beginning to feel a little bit of that myself. "Are we dead?" I asked her as much as myself, but perhaps that question, unexpectedly asked as well as received, confused her even more. Like I said, I could feel all that, sense it, as that little light streaked off as though trying to get away from me, heading right over to where I was still laying there on the ground. And then I was chasing her, just as someone else called out, "Hit him again!" "Faye!" I yelled, or thought I did anyway. And it was just enough to get her attention perhaps, because her little light seemed to hover, shudder and then oddly enough, evaporate, just as they hit me with another electrical surge. I saw Faye's little light suddenly drawn into my body, followed almost immediately after that with someone else saying..."We have a pulse!" Talk about weird. I mean I know I was still floating there above all this. But now I was watching as my body drew breath, though they quickly applied an oxygen mask to my face, finally bringing the cart I was on up off the ground, now rolling me towards one of the waiting ambulances. I turned, looking back to where Faye was still laying, once more suddenly right there, right beside her. "Still nothing," someone said. "She's gone." "NO!" I screamed. "She's not gone...she's in me!" "Try it again," one of the other paramedic's demanded. "Charging!" I knew then...it was now or never. Even as the electrical charge hit her body, I was willing myself to enter her. It was like swimming through Jell-O for a lack of a better explanation. I felt like I was going to suffocate in fact, as though holding my breath, which maybe I was. I then I heard someone else saying..."She's back." ** Once again, I didn't remember any of this at first. What I do remember initially is suddenly waking up in a hospital room. I was sore from head to toe, my head pounding, at first my eyes blurry like I'd been asleep for days. But they gradually cleared and I first noticed a woman Doctor standing at the foot of my bed looking down at me. She was smiling. "Ah good...you're finally awake." I vaguely remembered the accident. "Where's Faye? How is she?" The Doctor looking at me, now frowning just a bit. A look of obvious concern on her face. "You're going to be fine," she assured me in soothing tones, though I could still detect a bit of uncertainty in her tone of voice. "You probably suffered a severe concussion, but aside from a few other bumps and bruises, I'd say you came away damn lucky. No doubt the air bags and seat belts saved both of your lives." "So she's...ok?" Once more, Doctor nameless looked at me, and then came over with one of those penlights, peering into my eyes. "Do you know what day it is?" She asked. Even I wondered about that for a moment. Maybe I had been out of it for longer than what I thought. "Friday?" I questioned uncertain. Doctor no name nodded her head. "Correct. Now tell me...when's your birthday?" I almost told her mine. Which is about the same instant I looked down, saw that the sheet that was covering me wasn't exactly flat. I lifted my hand, looking it is as though seeing a stranger for the first time. My nails were polished! And then everything came flooding back to me. "Faye? Are you ok?" The Doctor asked, truly concerned and worried now. "March 17th," I responded quickly. "1987." I took a breath, just as she did, looking a bit more relaxed now. "Please tell me...where's Howard? And how's he doing?" "He's still in ICU. He didn't fare nearly as well as you did. But I can assure you; he's going to be all right. We did have to operate to repair a pretty badly damaged broken arm, but with some physical therapy, he should retain full use of it again. He's also got some cracked ribs, but beyond a few additional bumps and bruises, nothing life threatening. As soon as he comes out of the anesthesia, I'll let you know. Now...try and get a little more sleep. I'll be back to check on you again in just a bit here. Is there anything I can have one of the nurses get for you before I go?" She then asked. Obviously I was relieved to hear I was ok. Or rather that Faye was. Though even that thought was a bit confusing to me. I still hadn't wrapped my mind around the idea that I was currently residing in her body, and that she was in mine. Though thankfully at least, she was still under the affects of the anesthesia. I could only imagine what she'd be thinking and wondering when she finally did come out of it. Unfortunately, I didn't have the luxury of worrying about that just yet. "Some water maybe? And I really would like to pee." "I'll send for one of the nurses," she said smiling at me once again. "And get you a bed pan to use." "I don't need or want a bed pan. I can make it to the bathroom myself." I struggled to sit up, swing my legs out off the side of the bed. Which is when I discovered a whole bunch of new things. The only way I can really compare it, is like when you've just gone out and bought a brand new car. Something you've never driven before. Something with a whole bunch of new dials and switches and buttons to push. Sure, eventually you'll get the hang of it. But you turn on the wipers instead of the lights. Which is essentially what I did. When your mind is used to driving a hundred and eighty pound muscle car, and suddenly you're in this really streamlined economy model, the mental exertion I used to power it was as they say...over kill. I literally propelled myself off the side of the bed, crashing onto the floor before I'd even realized what had happened to me. "Ah huh..." Doctor no name said, coming over to help me stand up again, placing me back onto the bed with a very stern expression on her face. "Like I said, we'll wait for the nurse if you insist on going into the bathroom. Obviously, you're still not yourself yet." That was a major understatement. "Ok," I sheepishly said, seeing the logic in that now. This truly was going to take some getting used to. I waited patiently until the nurse finally arrived, and actually did help me make it across the room into the bathroom. Talk about disoriented. Faye was maybe five-five? Far shorter than I was to be sure. And it was a weird perspective for me, seeing the world through her eyes, on her scale of things. Not my scale. It was as though the floor had lifted or something, making it difficult for me to gain a positive balance. This was going to be a lot harder than I had originally thought. "That's it...slowly. One step at a time," The nurse was telling me as we finally reached the bathroom. "I can take it from here now," I assured her as we reached the door. "Sorry, not until you've made it the rest of the way," she informed me. "I'll stand here until you do. After that, I'll be right outside waiting for you," she then added to that. Somehow, I actually made it without doing a face plant. But the best was yet to come. ** Now don't laugh, but I caught the name on her badge. "Jackie". So yeah, nurse Jackie stood there in the doorway looking back at me. And I of course was bound and determined to accomplish all this by myself without the need of any further help. First things first however, which was also no easy feat. I reached behind, undoing the tie holding my hospital gown together, or attempting to, though it seemed to have turned into a knot. "Need some help?" "No...I've got it," I said in frustration, basically giving up, simply reaching down and then bunching up my gown as I then reached down lifting the toilet seat. I then reached down... "Holy shit!" I actually cried out. And of course Nurse Jackie came running over. "What? What's wrong?" She said looking, just as I was. Expecting to see something maybe, though I had been too. But not exactly the same thing I'd been expecting to see, which wasn't there any more. Well...it was, hopefully...just not on me, or rather Faye I guess upon thinking about it. "Ah nothing, never mind," I said spinning around, actually sitting down now. Nurse Jackie looked knowingly at me. "Did you...are you starting your period?" She now inquired as though this was the source of my sudden exasperation and alarm. "Ah no. I thought for a moment I might be, but I'm not. I'm good. Now...if I could be given some private time here? I might be here for a while," I told her. Still hesitant to leave me all by myself, she finally stepped back through the doorway. "There's a call button there on your left. Use it when you're ready to go back to your bed, and don't even think about doing so yourself, or next time you WILL be using the bedpan instead. Understood?" I nodded my head as she closed the door, and sat there quietly, listening until I was sure she had actually left. It was time to actually have a look at myself. Or rather at Faye I guess. And strange that thought too in a way. I felt a little like a Peeping Tom, a bit of a pervert, about to commit an act of violation if you will. Sure it was me inside this body, but it wasn't my body. It was my cousins. The body I had long lusted after. And now, here I was in full and complete possession of it in ways that I could never have even dreamed of. Across the way over the sink stood a mirror. I hadn't as yet even seen myself. Yet again another shock and surprise. Standing up once more, walking over towards the sink, almost afraid too. I think I even peered in at first, as though expecting to see me, not Faye. But it was Faye. And it was me too. Sure, it was her face, her eyes...her look. But it was me looking. "Good god!" I heard myself saying, seeing the words formed, though spoken by her mouth, her voice, even though it was me...Howard, thinking and saying them. Seeing HER face looking back at me was unnerving to say the least. And it really did feel like I was spying on her, violating her in someway. And yet...I couldn't help myself. Though the mirror only allowed me to see myself from the chest up, it was too much of a temptation. I had to see. I had to see my tits...Faye's tits. Lifting up the gown around my neck, I stood there staring at what I had up until now, only imagined, only fantasized about. Her boobs were near perfect, at least in my mind. I stood staring at them, taking in their shape, finally seeing her nipples, not quite the way I'd imagined them to actually look like perhaps, yet close enough. They were a light tan in color, small areolas, small but nice looking nipples that began to harden and lengthen almost from the moment I had lifted the gown. In seconds they were erect, a bit thicker obviously aroused. I had to cup them, hold them, feel the weight of her firm full breasts in my hands. Once again it was eerie, holding a pair of breasts from this angle, feeling this unfamiliar balance on my chest, understanding for the first time perhaps what it felt like for most women now who had large breasts. I of course wanted to see more, experience more, but unable to really do so. I could look down between her legs, see what was obviously (unexpectedly so) a bare pussy. But even bending forward a bit to look was almost painful. I had wrenched my back, or rather she had. These very thoughts still confusing to me, disorienting as I tried to keep separate the thoughts and feelings I was having. The mechanics of being in her body however, a constant reminder that this body wasn't mine...though for how long it would remain that way was yet unknown. A sudden knock on the door a reminder I had been in here long enough. "Faye?" "Yeah, almost done...just a minute," I called out, lowering my gown again, turning on the faucet to wash my hands before opening the door. I was greeted with a furrowed brow. "I'm fine," I assured nurse Jackie. "I'm feeling better by the minute in fact." Even so she helped me walk back over to the bed, though I managed to do so, far more comfortable in this body now than I had been, obviously getting used to it. "So how long do I have to be here?" I now asked. "At least tonight, for observation," she informed me. "We'll see after that come tomorrow." "Any news about my cousin?" "Not yet, he's still in recovery. We'll let you know the moment he wakes up however." She left soon after that. Once again leaving me with more questions and curiosities than I had answers for. And worse...now I really did have to pee. ** It was far more difficult just laying there in bed than one could possibly think. Though the TV was on in my room, I wasn't watching it. My mind currently awash with other feelings and concerns. Faye at the top of that list. I had heard only that she (me) was out of recovery, but still hadn't woken up yet. Concerned, I'd naturally inquired, asking the doctor, who had simply told me that everything appeared perfectly normal, though it was very possible that other problems existed, and that the appearance of what they now felt to be a possible coma, was something they were looking into. It sounded ominous to me, but I was again assured that they had every expectation "Howard" would come out of it before too much longer. She Is Me... Ch. 01 It didn't make me feel any better laying here. Maybe Faye had freaked out in some way. I couldn't say that I wouldn't blame her if she had. After all I had in a way too. Though I was also distracted by being inside the body I was at the moment. I had waited until the nurse had left after taking my last vitals, wanting to ensure I wouldn't be interrupted for a bit. The moment she had gone, I had immediately reached down beneath the sheets, once again cupping my breasts. I was still enthralled with actually touching them, not to mention the additional sensations I now began to discover in doing so. "This isn't fare!" I actually thought to myself. I had started out simply exploring of course, now fondling and purposely caressing my hard erect nipples. I was amazed, surprised...and to be honest, stunned by the exquisite sensation and pleasure I was giving myself. I had very often lain there in bed at night, just teasing the head of my cock with a fingertip, enjoying the stimulation, tease and arousal. I was feeling that, just playing with Faye's nipples! It was as though she had some sort of a direct link with those, all the way down her body, and then connected between her legs. This tiny electrical surge of pleasure traveling as I did that. I felt Faye's clit throb, or what I thought was her clit anyway. I still hadn't gotten much of a good look at it, determined to do so the moment I could sit up without straining my back, or the moment I could get my hands on a hand-held mirror. I wondered then if she had anything like that in her purse. I quickly discarded that for the moment however, not yet ready to go snooping around in Faye's purse for one thing. I'd prefer actually looking when I was certain no one would come walking in on me and wondered what the hell I was actually doing. I could just see it, me trying to look at Faye's pussy...and caught doing so. A bit hard to explain under the circumstances. But. I could certainly explore it with my hands and fingers, which I'd already decided to do once the lights were off and things had peacefully settled down for the evening. In a way, it was like waiting for a hot date. I was anxious and aroused, nervous as hell. The pleasures I had already given myself just from fondling Faye's tits had been a form of foreplay that I'd been giving myself for the better part of an hour now. Needless to say, I was horny as hell. Though I still felt a bit sheepish, doing this to her, to myself. Which again, was another confusing struggle as I fought with the "she is me" thing constantly. Even after all the lights were out, and the hallway quiet outside the room. I waited for another thirty minutes before even daring to slip my hands down between Faye's outstretched legs. Still nervous, apprehensive, I spread them, slightly bent at the knee now for easier access with my eyes locked onto the closed door of my room. I certainly wasn't expecting anyone, but the last thing I wanted, was to be caught pleasuring myself either. Realizing there was probably no right or wrong way of doing this, I simply began to touch. What felt good, I pursued, what felt irritating as opposed to pleasurable, I refrained from repeating. Once I had gotten a pretty good feel for things however, I worried less about the door opening, and more about this amazing tingling sensation going on down between my legs. I then added the previous enjoyment I'd discovered, once more caressing my nipples, finding that I could now tolerate a sort of pleasure/pain as I pulled and pinched them. Caressing Faye's clit, the intensity of my arousal escalated, now rolling my nipples firmly between my fingers heightening even that. "Oh god this is good!" I actually moaned aloud, reminding myself to remain quiet lest someone walking by my room out in the hallway should hear me. I was too far gone to stop now however, the mystery of a woman's orgasm quickly approaching. Would it compare to my own as a man? How might it differ? What would the overall sensations be like? Strange question I know to be asking myself, but I was nevertheless. I began to feel almost faint, lightheaded and dizzy in a very unique way. Already the internal spasms and signals alerting me that I was on the verge of experiencing something very intense here. But it was a deeper feeling too, almost more encompassing than what I had ever felt as a man. When it began, I was caught almost unaware of it. It was like a slow rolling ripple of ecstasy, very gradual at first like an approaching tidal wave. The real power just below the surface, awareness yes...but nothing like that tickling surge of release I felt upon ejaculation. This was entirely different from that. I felt it in my fingertips, toes, even my face to some degree, not to mention within the very tips of my breasts as it washed over and through me. And suddenly I was consumed. The waves broke, the sea of pleasure like a wall of indescribable sensation. Internally I felt the contractions, the spasmodic, involuntary clenching of my pussy...of Faye's pussy rather, as it did its thing. The rapture I now experienced astounding, overwhelming, incomprehensible. I was almost having another out of body experience, and for a moment, actually thought I was. It was as though I could again see myself, or Faye rather, laying there on the bed, convulsing, shaking, quivering inside and out. The stars I saw inside my head rather than outside. But there was no mistaking the impact of having an orgasm, and what it did to me. And even better, a few moments later...I was having another one. ** Although I was half expecting it, I was still a bit surprised when yet again another Doctor came in to examine me one last time before releasing me. I again asked about Howard's condition, receiving almost the same response from him that I had heard before already. I was...still comatose, though brain wave activity, vital signs etc., all appeared to be normal. They would continue to monitor (me) for any improvements, still expecting (me) Howard to awaken at any point, baring something that simply wasn't showing up on any of their monitors. I had as well been given permission to go down to his room once I had gotten dressed and signed out. Something I was now very anxious to get doing. I had quite a list of "things to do" now that I was being released, the first of which was somehow retrieving the luggage that I'd been informed was still with my totaled car, being held at the compound yard. And even more importantly, I also needed to get the spare key to my apartment, though hopefully the neighbors who lived directly across from me would be home, and willing to give it to Faye though they had never met her of course. I had to smile at that one. It would prove to be an interesting situation, once more given the circumstances. But first things were first. I needed to get dressed. Even then, I had to pause as I looked at the clothes, which had been hung in the closet. The same clothes Faye had been wearing when I had met and picked her up at the airport. Now I really did feel strange, even more so than I'd been feeling. At least in the hospital gown I had felt somewhat normal, somewhat like myself. But here I was now, about to get dressed, into women's clothing no less! Even as I slipped on Faye's somewhat skimpy bikini panties, I had this almost giddy silliness when doing it. Not only did it feel weird doing that, it felt a bit nasty and erotic too. Not feelings I should normally be having I know. And yet, I was. It only got worse however as I actually picked up her bra, now fumbling with that as I put it on. Remembering times past, watching my ex-girlfriend as she'd secured the clasp in front first, only then spinning it around, lifting it up and over her breasts once she had done so. It wasn't as easy as it had looked. If anything, it felt confining, and not at all comfortable either. I was almost half tempted to leave it off, and perhaps would have, had I had more than just the very tight, almost too thin sweater been any other option. As hard as my nipples were, though why I don't know, I wasn't about to display myself so prominently either...strange as that sounded when thinking about it. And then came the skirt. "Holy fucking shit!" I once more thought to myself. The freedom of not being so confined as I was used to almost felt obscene...decadent. Realizing that there was really nothing between me except for the sheer panties I was wearing, and thin air. Even walking seemed to sensitize those same sensations. And I felt myself getting uncontrollably wet. "This really isn't going so good," I told myself, though with no other options, I then gathered up the rest of my things and waited for one of the nurses to wheel me down to the admissions area where I would then be checked out. Once I was, I would make a trip back in...back up to Howard's room, my room...Faye's room. Maybe...maybe simply touching her would bring some sort of connection, some sort of realization and wakefulness back to her, and then hopefully back to me. As interesting as this all had been, as exciting as it had honestly been, it was also still...too weird for words. And I'd have gratefully exchanged Faye's body back with my own again in a heartbeat. I stepped into the elevator, along with a couple of male orderlies. As I did, I felt a pinch on my left breast, realizing I hadn't actually gotten it situated as comfortably inside my bra as I should have. The pinch was both uncomfortable as well as annoying. Without even thinking about it perhaps, I lifted up my sweater, basically exposing myself as I made the necessary adjustment, tucking my tit into the bra a lot better than it was. I looked up, only then realizing and seeing the slightly stunned, somewhat embarrassed expression on the two men's faces. "Oh sorry..." I chuckled somewhat to myself. "Wardrobe malfunction." They merely smiled, even grinning a little now as we rode up to the third floor together where I hurriedly got off. It was a reminder than even though I wasn't a woman...I'd better damn well start acting the part or I was apt to find myself in even worse situations than that one had been. Certainly closing my legs whenever I sat down, especially if I continued to wear a dress, would be one of them. I stopped at the nurse's station, told them who I was, and gave instructions on how to contact me. I then headed off towards the room that I was in. I took a deep breath just before doing so. I knew damn good and well, this was going to be even stranger than what had so far experienced. I walked into the room. There I was...looking asleep if anything. Once more, I found myself having an out of body experience, though in another body...Faye's. And she (hopefully) was in there somewhere. In me. I walked up, putting her hand on my arm, leaning over...whispering in my ear. "Faye? Can you hear me? It's Howard. I hope you can hear me Faye. Please don't be afraid. I don't know what happened, I can't exactly explain it myself. But I'm in YOUR body. And you're in my body. Can you hear me Faye? Please honey...squeeze my hand if you can hear me. Do something Faye. Anything." I waited, but there was no response. All the monitors in the room seemed to be acting normally. Good pulse rate, heart beat. Breathing normal, brain activity normal (or at least I hoped so anyway). Nothing to indicate why she (we) were in this coma. Which was a little disturbing. That was MY body laying there, looking asleep at the moment, somehow functioning, though only because she was inside, or at least I hoped so anyway. I couldn't even begin to imagine trying to live out the rest of my life...as her. This had been interesting, initially. But now it was starting to become worrisome. I even kissed myself on the cheek, hoping that would do something...anything. But there was still no response. Just then another nurse came into the room, immediately checking all the monitors, noting everything in a log. "His wife?" She asked curiously. "No...ah, cousin. I am staying with him for a visit. Or was anyway, until this happened." "Is there a number where you can be reached in case we need to?" She then asked. "Yeah, I've already given it to the nurse's station out front. So please let me know if there is any change, any change at all." After assuring me they would, I soon after left. Grabbing a cab, and now heading back to my apartment. I for sure needed a change of clothing for one thing, and a shower again too. And once more, with a bit more privacy at my disposal upon getting there, I had every intention of having an even more detailed look at myself...well, at Faye anyway, as long as I still had the chance. And then after that, I needed to see about getting the rest of Faye's clothing out of the car, along with my house keys, which were no doubt still with the car keys from what I'd been given to understand. After being dropped off by the cab, I walked up the short flight of stairs to the second floor where my neighbor's apartment stood across from mine. Hopefully Jillian would be home, as I knew her "significant other" Sharon, would still be at work and not expected to be home for a while yet. And this would take a bit of explaining too, though I was glad I had mentioned to them both that my cousin Faye was coming, and would be staying with me for a couple of weeks. This wasn't exactly the way I had planned on introducing her to them however. But at least they wouldn't be too surprised when I showed up at the door, and explained everything that had happened to them. I knocked. And then moments later knew that Jillian was no doubt peering out at me through the security hole in the door. I then heard her unlocking the door, though as it opened, the chain remained attached to it. "Yes?" She asked. "Can I help you?" "Hi. I'm ah...Howard's cousin Faye. I uh...have something I should probably tell you, and then after that, I'm going to need the extra key to his place that he's left with you so that I can get in." She hesitated only for a moment, and then closed the door briefly, undoing the security latch and chain. "Come on in," she said curiously enough. And then asked..."Where's Howard?" I honestly thought about telling her. And then she stepped from behind the door where she'd been partially concealed. All she had on was a bathrobe, which she'd been holding closed with her hands. Seeing it was me, and someone she'd heard about perhaps, she actually let it fall open to some extent as she led me further on into the house. When she did, as she did...the devil inside suddenly got a whole new idea inside his head. ** I quickly told her about everything that had happened, which of course now explained why I was standing here. "Good god! Is he going to be ok?" She asked. "I certainly hope so," I said honestly. "But now you can sort of see the fix I'm in. I need to figure out a way to get my luggage back for one thing, I've been wearing these same clothes ever since I got off the plane on Friday." "Well, I think I can actually help you out with that, you seem to be about the same size I am, a two yes?" I had no idea what she had meant by that, but I decided to play along. Either a two or three yes." She looked at me. I realized maybe it was best not to elaborate more than what was absolutely necessary. "Listen, can I get you something to drink? This time I just nodded my head yes. "Soda? Or would you prefer something a little stronger? I know it's early yet...but you look like you could use it." "Yes, thank you," I said to that. Once again she didn't bother with closing her robe as she stood up to take a couple of glasses down out of the cupboard, soon after sitting one down in front of me, pouring a finger or two of bourbon into my glass. My eyes of course glued to her bare breast as she exposed herself to me. "Oh sorry!" She immediately said, pulling her robe together again upon realizing she had done that. "I was just about to go in and take a shower when you knocked. Maybe I should go in and put something on." "No! Don't!" I said almost a little too loudly. "I mean it's fine...you're fine, (you're very fine,) I thought. I don't mean to take up all of your time here," though I wasn't in any real hurry to finish my drink just yet either. I mean after all...for as long as I'd been living next to my good, but lesbian neighbors, I'd certainly never been afforded an opportunity like this one before either. Thankfully, she sat down again, sipping on her drink, asking a few more questions about Howard, and what the doctor's were saying. I answered them all of course, as best I could, sneaking peeks at her whenever I could get away with it, drawing out the time with her without making it too terribly noticeable. Eventually however, I had finished my drink. "Well I guess I really should let you go in and take that shower, and I need to see what I can do about getting some additional clothes to wear." "Oh...that's right. I said I think I can help you with that. Come on...follow me, let's see what we've got that I can let you borrow until you get your own clothing back." I followed Jillian back into her bedroom. "Ok, let's see what we've got here," she said rummaging through her closet. To be honest, I was dying to get into a pair of jeans, but I knew damn good and well, nothing I had would fit Faye's hips. "I don't suppose you've got an old pair of jeans I could borrow do you?" "That I do have, and lots of them. Try out that dresser drawer over there while I keep looking through here," she told me. I walked over, pulling out the top drawer, it was full of her underwear. Her's or Sharon's perhaps. Tons of lacy bras and panties. I immediately closed it, trying another one, which was at least full of jeans. "Here, try this on," she said handing me a pull over blouse. "That should fit you well enough, and looks good with those jeans you're holding too," she added to that. I reached down, pulling the sweater I had on up and over my head. "Hey...wait!" she suddenly called out. I froze, worried I had done something wrong. "There's a little bit of blood on your sweater, and your bra!" She informed me. I did have a small bandage over a minor cut I'd received from the seat-belt actually cutting into me, but hadn't noticed the small blood stain on the inside of my sweater, nor the small brownish spot on the side of my right cup either. "Take it off, we need to wash that and get the stain out," she informed me. The sweater had been easy. The bra...not so much. I actually had to think about the mechanics of doing this for a moment. Thankfully, Jillian came to my rescue. "You need help with that?" She asked. "Actually, I do. You see, in addition to sort of throwing my back out, I'm also having a little trouble bending my arms back far enough," I stated, hoping that made sense to her. At least it seemed to as she came over behind me, and in two seconds, had undone the catch on my bra. I quickly shimmied out of it, now standing there as topless as she was, and feeling a bit shy and embarrassed as I did. "You've got nice boobs," she told me actually looking at them, which of course gave me equal time and opportunity to look over at hers. "So do you," I replied in kind. They were roughly the same size by the look of it, though she had much larger areola's than Faye did, and slightly thicker looking nipples too, light pink in color, almost disappearing into the surrounding tissue of her breast. "Yeah, I think one of my bras will fit you well enough," she said still looking at me. "But let's see how these pants fit on you first," she then stated. It was time to remove the skirt I had on, which I almost automatically reached in front in order to remove it. The zipper was on the side. "You need some help with that too?" She asked actually smiling at me. She Is Me... Ch. 01 "If you don't mind," I said quickly giving in. "I guess I'm a bit more stiff and sore than I realized," I said laying it on thick. "Yeah, sometimes that happens. You don't really realize it until a day or two afterwards, and then suddenly it's almost impossible to even move." She chuckled. "What?" "Don't laugh," she said though grinning when she did. "A couple of years ago, Sharon and I were trying out one of those fancy sex swings, ever seen those?" I had, so I nodded my head. The thing is, it was the same one they still had, which they'd shown me just about that time. "Anyway, we were getting pretty frisky and wild with it, you know...really getting into things, except that Sharon hadn't secured the bar in the middle that you hold onto while your swinging securely enough. Not enough to hold both of our weights in it anyway. So there we are...she's on top, me on the bottom, and we start to bouncing and swinging a little when down she comes! Next thing I know, I'm crashing into the floor on my shoulders and back with Sharon landing on top of me. It was sort of funny at the time, but not so funny a day or two later. I could hardly move because of it. So I have a pretty good idea what you're going through." "Yeah, it's...sort of surprising just how stiff and sore one can be after something like that." I'd no sooner said the words than another thought came to me. One that I was surprised to find myself actually contemplating. Though I spoke the thought anyway. "And while we're sort of on that subject. I don't suppose you have a hand held mirror I could borrow for a moment do you?" "Sure...why?" I actually blushed, which she at least perceived as actual shyness and reluctance on my part to tell her this. "Go on, don't be shy...what do you need it for? What can I help you with?" "Well...it's like this. Because I can't really bend over to well, you know...my back sort of being out. Well...I've sort of got this itch, not sure if it's a pinch, or an injury, or what. But I haven't been able to check it out either...you know." "You cut elsewhere?" She then asked worriedly. "Something they missed?" "I don't know. Maybe. Didn't dare ask, or say anything. Couldn't be that big a deal anyway, but I can't actually see it myself at the moment. Thought maybe with the mirror." "So where is it exactly?" Now I was blushing. "You know...down there." "Here, let's have a look," she said simply now motioning for me to sit down, and then lay down on her bed. "Lay back," she added to that, already pulling down on my panties as I lifted my ass up, so she could finish pulling them the rest of the way down my legs. Once again she giggled. "What?" "Oh...nothing really. "I'm just wondering what Sharon will say when I tell her that you and I were playing Doctor this afternoon." "She won't get mad will she?" I suddenly asked in a semi-panic. "Sharon? Oh hell no. Not her. If anything, and I hope you don't mind my saying this, I mean obviously you've either already guessed by now, or perhaps Howard said something to you. But we're gay...you know, lesbians. And the thing is, we're kind of not so much committed, though we're that too...as open minded and more liberal with one another. Sharon would be more inclined to ask me if I tried seducing you as opposed to anything else. And then upon seeing you, and meeting you, be more inclined to try seducing you herself if I hadn't managed it." "Oh..." I grinned blushing even more. As well as I thought I actually knew my two neighbors, I was learning more intimate details about them in the last ten minutes than I'd learned about them in the last year living next door. "Here, try spreading your legs just a little, bend your knees some," she told me now crawling onto the bed to have a closer look at me herself. I did as she asked, feeling two things almost immediately. Arousal, and a surge of moisture that felt somewhat familiar now, but alerted me to the fact she'd be seeing it soon herself too. "Well it certainly doesn't look like you've hurt yourself. But where does it hurt anyway?" "I ah...well I guess, sort of...well, inside maybe, not far, just a little." "I see. Mind if I look a bit closer then? I promise...I won't bite. I might be tempted to lick some...but I don't bite, unless of course you're into that," she laughed trying to put me at ease. I lay there looking up at the ceiling in her room, unable, and unwilling to look down at her directly. I couldn't believe this was actually happening for one thing. That I...was actually laying on my neighbor's bed, naked...even if it wasn't my own body that was naked. But it was hers, which nearly was. But even more importantly, I could now feel the touch of her delicate fingers as she gently pried my lips open. "Ah...looks like you somehow scratched yourself maybe. Don't know how you did, or with what, but there does look to be like a tiny little spot that's a bit inflamed. I think I can get you something for that. In the meantime, here's a mirror, have a look at it yourself." I now had a mirror in my hand, sitting up slightly, holding it between my legs where I now got the first real good look at Faye's pussy, up close and personal. Jillian came walking back into the room then, her robe though still on, completely open. I could now see her more clearly than I had before. A small tuft of hair over her pubic bone. Neatly trimmed yes, into what I'd heard it being called as a "landing strip", or some such. I was still holding the mirror, my pussy...or rather Faye's pussy clearly revealed. Jillian standing in front of me, looking on as well, when we both heard the sound of Sharon's voice coming from the doorway. Neither one of us had heard her come in. "Well...well, what have we got here?" She asked. And then asked. "And can I play too?" ** To be continued... She Is Me... Ch. 02 At the sound of Sharon's voice I rolled out of the bed, startled out of my wits. Even as I did this however, I could hear Jillian's laugh. "You wish," she'd said, still laughing. "Though actually...so do I. But unfortunately, it's not at all what you think." Jillian then introduced us, and began explaining to her everything that had happened, and why I'd been laying there on her bed naked. Though the way she'd said it, it still sounded pretty far-fetched even to me. Of course, everything was anyway, though they had no idea just how far-fetched all this really was to begin with! "Is he going to be all right?" Sharon now asked, actually sounding worried for me. Which made me smile inside, knowing that she actually cared. "I don't know. I certainly hope so," I told her starting to get dressed again, grateful for the snug fitting pair of jeans that Jillian had loaned me, along with the somewhat loose-fitting bra and blouse she had given me as well. I still felt a little weird putting them on even then. "Obviously...you don't have any plans for dinner." Jillian stated. Which was true, I didn't. Though I also knew I had plenty to eat that I could fix. I figured that just because I was now a woman, I wouldn't have any problems doing that for myself, but then said.. "Actually, no...I don't. Is there someplace around here close by that's any good?" The girls looked at one another smiling. "You like Italian?" ** We agreed to meet back at their place in a little over an hour. Time enough for me to take the extra apartment key they had given me so I could let myself back into my own apartment. It felt very strange walking in to my own place, as though I was a visitor rather than actually living there. I quickly took a shower, which at least felt familiar and comfortable, even though washing the body, "Faye's body," I reminded myself...didn't. But at least I was totally alone. And though I still had this nagging thought somewhere in the back of Faye's head, that what I was doing was still some sort of violation of her privacy perhaps, there was really no help for it. After all, what other choice did I really have here? One thing was for sure, as I stood there beneath the shower, letting the soothing hot water cascade over me, I couldn't help but stand there cupping my breasts. Well...Faye's breasts anyway, which I had to constantly keep reminding myself. They weren't mine. They were Faye's. I was just sort of borrowing them for the moment. But, since I was... I still couldn't get over how sensitive her tits were. Those delicious tingles that stirred as I tapped her nipples with her fingertips. I then pulled on them just a little, twisting to some extent, learning the extremes, the does and don'ts of her body. And still delighted with that invisible, almost immediate bridge between nipples and clit that sent out a firestorm of unbridled lust and desire as I stood there doing that. At least with the mirror, I had finally gotten a fairly good look at my pussy. You know what I mean. Once more a delightful surprise. All that pink inviting flesh, labia that seemed to swell and fill with erotic desire, which they were of course doing now. Not to mention the tiny protruding finger that made a separate appearance, like my own cock did as it hardened, peeling back the foreskin on my shaft. Only in miniature. Finding immediate delight in the simple friction, or soft caressing touch of a single finger that brought as much pleasure, intensity to my cunt, as I did while stroking the full length of my rock hard shaft. Strange that I found myself actually missing that to some extent. Somewhat like I had heard about amputee's missing a limb, feeling like it was still there, still attached, even though it no longer was. That was a little unnerving, even though playing with, and fondling her clit felt heavenly. That...and having breasts of course. My hands drawn back to them almost at will. A reminder that I'd have to be careful in doing that when I was out and about anywhere. Much like the simple adjustment I'd made to my bra there in the elevator. I'm sure that wasn't a normal occurrence for women, especially with other men standing around at the time. Being a woman was a hell of a lot harder than it appeared, that was for damn sure! I gave myself a small...but nice little orgasm, and then forced myself to get out of the shower. I still had a couple of phone calls to make, the first to check on how I was doing of course. And the second, to find out what it was going to take to get Faye's luggage and belongings out of the car. I towel dried my long hair...which took forever, once again something I sure as hell wasn't used to doing. And then wrapped the bath towel around my waist. I realized almost immediately that probably wasn't the way it was normally done. Not with my twin spheres sitting there staring at me again, though glad I didn't have anyone in the apartment with me at the time either, so I left them out like that. I then took a look at myself in the mirror. "Fuck!" I immediately exclaimed. I had washed off every bit of Faye's make up! Not that she wasn't attractive without it, but there was no mistaking the fact, I looked entirely different with a plain face here. And there was no way in hell I was going to be able to do much about that either. I ruffled through her purse, found what she carried by way of "touch up" cosmetics and made a feeble attempt at adding color...anything. But all I managed to do was make myself look like a two-bit hooker. So I soon washed that off. "Fuck it!" I then added to that. And settled for some lip-gloss. Sharon didn't appear to wear much if any make up, so perhaps with my not wearing any either, it wouldn't appear too terribly strange. Not like I was going out anywhere...not yet anyway. As it turned out, I'd be able to get my luggage and personal affects easy enough, using Faye's identification. But then I realized something else. Glancing at her driver's license, and signature, I tried writing her name. I wrote it in my own hand. "Fuck!" I said again. All I could do was feign some sort of hand injury or something, maybe even wrap it in an ace bandage, and then scribble something that looked even remotely close to her actual signature. I could only hope that the fact my face at least was hers...would be good enough. Calling the hospital, I had learned there was no change. I was still in a coma, though again told that I was resting comfortably, and honestly expected to come out of it at any time. I actually had mixed emotions about that happening. What if I did? Or rather...she did. What then? It was too confusing to even try thinking about for the moment. I'd have to deal with that when and if the time came. Right now, I was starving. And I had a dinner engagement next door with my two beautiful, lesbian friends. ** I had actually had dinner with my neighbors before. And Jillian was a damn fine cook. She'd even gone to Julliard in training to be a chef, so I knew what she was capable of. "Dinner will be a while yet," she said in greeting. "So come on, sit down...have a glass or two of wine while we're waiting." By now of course, Sharon had changed clothes, strolling in to their small, cozy little sitting room. She now wore a simple, though very short pair of shorts, half of her ass cheeks showing, along with a white, wife-beater tank top. No bra. And though her breasts weren't nearly as large as mine or Jillian's were, they were more than a handful. And clearly evident in appearance as they strained against the confines of the tight fitting shirt. Especially her nipples, which I noticed were hard, poking out like twin little thimbles against the material, and just dark enough in color that I could easily see the size and shape of her areolas. Frankly, in all the time I had lived next door to them, I had never seen her dressed quite this brazenly before, at least not around me...not until now anyway. We sat sipping our wine waiting on dinner getting to know one another better. I found myself admiring their easygoing way, their banter back and forth with one another. Flirtatious, teasing...even including me in it on occasion. "Have to tell you Faye," Sharon said as she refilled my glass, bending over just enough to whisper into my ear as she did that. "You have great looking tits, wish mine were as pretty as yours are." "Ah...thank you," I responded in kind, a bit flustered, already beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol as I started in on my third glass of wine. Dinner couldn't come fast enough. Much more, and I'd be too drunk to enjoy it. "But I think your...tits...are equally as nice," I stammered a bit, using the same word she had, hearing it said, feeling a bit of a naughty pleasure in actually saying that to her. Jillian had come over to stand behind Sharon upon hearing that. "She just wants to see them again," she laughed, reaching around to actually fondle one of Sharon's through her top as she stood there. "I swear, she's worse than a lot of men I know...including your cousin Howard. He's a bit of a breast man too. Always ogling ours whenever he thinks he's getting away with it. Kind of fun teasing him in that way, especially knowing he'll never actually get to see," she laughed at that. I was laughing too. Inside. "And speaking of which, how do you know I have nice boobs anyway? You've not really seen them, not like Jillian's," she added to that, now reaching over to likewise fondle one of her boobs. If I had had a dick...it would have been rock hard by now. But, I did feel like I had a "clit-on" if there even was such a thing. All this sultry talk, and now adding to that this open fondling of one another as they stood there in front of me was making me even more dizzy and aroused than I already was. "Maybe she doesn't want to see your boobs," Jillian said jumping in before I could answer. "Maybe...she's hungry and would rather eat. I think dinner should be just about ready." It was as though Faye was actually speaking and not me. Surprised as the words more or less fell out of my mouth. "Yes...I am, and would...like to see your...tits," I said liking the sound of the more vulgar word, which again made me tingle excitedly between my legs. The emergence of additional moisture, something I could feel as well as sense, so foreign to me, but so pleasurable as well. Both girls turned looking at me, grinning. "How about we eat first? And then we'll ALL show our tits, how's that sound?" Jillian laughed reaching out, taking my hand and then pulling me up off the couch. "Something tells me we should really get some food into you, or no one will be showing anyone, anything." I hardly even remember eating dinner as delicious as it was. But the food did help. I still had a bit of a buzz, but I was no longer feeling giddy or lightheaded either. Just aroused, uninhibited...and once again very, very horny. I was hoping of course their erotic amusing banter hadn't been some sort of a joking tease. Though I got hints of more to come throughout dinner, seeing their periodic eye contact as though sending signals back and forth to one another. Occasionally feeding one another, and then me...making that even sensual and erotic as we fed one another, laughing, giggling, and making a game of it. I was wet beyond words by the time we had finished eating, feeling the seepage of my arousal wetting my jeans slightly. Sharon grabbed another bottle of wine, opening that, and then took it with her back into the sitting room. I helped to clear away the dishes, and then Jillian and I went back out into the sitting room where Sharon had already disappeared to a few moments ago. By the time we arrived, there was soft music playing. She stood in the middle of the room, swaying to it seductively. More importantly, she had removed her top. Her cute pert breasts now fully exposed. It was almost hypnotic watching her as she danced, finally looking towards the two of us. "Well? You two joining me or what?" Jillian was already reaching down preparing to pull off her own top. Once again I felt shy, uncertain...a bit confused. Here I was again, in a place I had no right to be, doing what I damn well knew, and had they known, they'd have scalped me in a heartbeat for doing. I reached down pulling my own top over my still bra-clad breasts. I reached back, prepared to fumble once more with the clasp, but Jillian beat me to it. "Here, let me help you with that," she said softly. "I know you're still a bit stiff and sore." In moments she had freed my breasts, the three of us now swaying and standing together in the middle of the room. It was sensual, erotic...no one touched, talked, or did anything but look and dance as we moved about one another, until the music stopped. When it did, Jillian and I happened to be facing one another with Sharon standing between us. Suddenly she reached out, one hand clasping my left breast, the other hand doing the same thing to Jillian's right one. "Hmm," she mused. "Hard to tell who's bigger, pretty close to the same, but you certainly do have thick nipples Faye. Are they very sensitive?" She then asked now running the edge of her thumbnail over the top of it. I shivered involuntarily. "I think that's a yes," Jillian giggled in response to that. "I'd say...about as sensitive as yours are." Jillian then reached out now running her finger over the tip of my other breast. "Sometimes I can make her cum just by doing this," she told me, still fingering my now very erect, very hard and yes...very, very sensitive nipple. "Ever done that?" She asked me. "Na...Na...No," I shivered again. Surprised as I saw my own hands reaching up, now cupping one of Jillian's breasts, as well as Sharon's. "Can't say...that I ever have," I said honestly though my tone of voice sounded more like a squeak as I said that. I saw Jillian wink at Sharon, grinning. Sharon now stepped around behind me. In seconds I felt the press of her bare breasts against my back, her hands once more coming up and around, gathering both of my own breasts within her hands, pressing them together, kneading them delightfully. As she did that, Jillian too came forward, her own breasts which she now also cupped, mashed against mine, perfect height, nipple to nipple now, as she rubbed hers against mine. "Do you like that?" She moaned breathlessly. "Does it feel good?" I think I hissed the word yes. I was delirious with pleasure, and we weren't really doing anything yet. Though then that thought suddenly filled my head. "Were we going to?" When Sharon lowered her hands, leaving off my breasts, though they remained pressed against Jillian's as she continued to toy and tease her nipples against my own, I felt Sharon now fumbling with the belt, and then the button...and finally the zipper on my jeans, popping them open. I knew then I wanted nothing more than to play with these girls...right or wrong. I wanted to experience real joy, real pleasure at the hands of another woman, as a woman. Even if I wasn't. Even if I was only borrowing this body for a short period of time. I knew that there would probably never be another opportunity like this with anyone. Especially these two. When Sharon began pulling my jeans down my legs, I quickly helped her, stepping out of them. She was surprised and delighted to discover that I hadn't worn any panties. "I think she came ready to party," Sharon mused as I now turned, facing her...and reached down to begin undoing the shorts she was wearing. ** Maybe it was the wine. Though I think it was that and a combination of things that gave me the courage to do what I now did. Aroused yes, beyond words. The aspect that I was doing something that seemed borderline depraved...added to that. The excitement of it perhaps, getting away with something that no one, would ever believe should it ever come out. But as I pulled Sharon's shorts down her legs, I found myself bent at the knee, confronted with what I can only describe as breathtaking. As her pussy quickly came into view, I found my face situated directly in front of it. I was a little surprised to discover that though trimmed, her pubic hair was still rich and full above her lips. It was a soft light brown color that appeared straighter as opposed to curly. I actually found myself running the tips of my fingers through it as she lifted one leg stepping out of her shorts entirely. She moaned as I did that, signaling approval I suppose, though I was too fascinated (and a bit scared) to actually look up towards her face. Before I even realized what I was doing, I leaned forward, my tongue snaking out at this point to delve through the light pink furrow of her sex. The heady aroma of her heat already assailing my senses as I gingerly and lightly ran my tongue up her obviously wet split. "Did she ever!" Jillian seemed to purr, stepping around behind me, and then almost straddling me, as I continued to explore Sharon's quim with my fingers and lips. Jillian had obviously stripped off the rest of her clothing too, as I now sensed the sweetness of her sex pressing against my neck and shoulders of all things. It was a strange, though welcome sensation feeling that. Feeling her moisture kissing me as she slid herself in a slow circulating motion, humping herself if you will in a gentle way against my bareback. Sharon pressed my head against her cunt. Her hands now entwining themselves in my hair, the soft moan of her pleasure echoing like a song being sung as I lapped away at glistening folds. Finding her precious clit, I now encompassed that with my lips, drawing it in...sucking it, flicking at it like humming bird wings in flight. "Fuck! Enough! Too soon for that yet!" She said forcing me away now, stepping back. Jillian too standing again, the two of them now, each taking me by the hand leading me back towards their bedroom. "Come on," they both grinned. "Now it's your turn." ** The bed was so big I felt like I could become lost in it as they led me to it, helping me to lie down. Sharon slid a large fluffy pillow beneath my head. "Now...just lay back, close your eyes...relax, and enjoy this," she smiled. I did as she asked, totally, and completely at their mercy. Every fiber of my being alive, quivering...excited. I felt the press of their respective weights coming onto the bed, followed by the sweet sensation of hungry lips suddenly encircling each of my taut, hard extended nipples. As much as I had enjoyed fondling my own nipples, and even more so when I had felt both Sharon and Jillian touching them, it was nothing in comparison to what I was feeling now. The sweetness was somehow deeper. The pleasure I'd felt previously more on the surface, though the jolts I had felt had been internal, an electric surge of energy racing down towards my clit. (I was actually thinking of it as being my clit now...and not Faye's.) But this was even more intense. The subtle differences as each suckled my breasts, though simultaneous, were madly complimentary. I could feel the pull, as though some inner core of my being wanted to lift up and through the tips of each nipple and somehow release, even ejaculate if that were remotely possible. In a way, it was almost identical to the sensation of feeling the rush of cream traveling up the length of my prick when I came. It felt like that, like twin cocks being pulled, and yet...it was my nipples. The pressure delicious, that deep-rooted almost cosmic experience as my head swam in a sea of lights and colors and an intensity I had never experienced before. As though in dream, I could hear Sharon's voice speaking, vibrating around my nipple still as she did so. I knew my body was again shaking, quivering involuntarily. "I think she could come with our doing this." "I think she could too," Jillian agreed, her tongue rapid fire now about my tit as though it had in fact turned itself into another thick hard clit. It so felt like that to me. And then Sharon joined her, likewise doing the same. Two clits, and then three as my own throbbed, pulsating, seemingly on fire, a heartbeat of drums once more echoing inside the depths of my very soul. She Is Me... Ch. 02 "Oh my god!" I screamed, hearing Faye's voice as it exploded, and with it...the rush of ecstasy that seized my entire body in a vice-like grip as I came. ** Even before I had fully come down from my orgasmic release, I felt Sharon slithering down my body, nestling between my legs. And though at first my clit seemed far too sensitive for this, the tingling tickle of her tongue turned into heavenly delight seconds later. As she did this, Jillian then moved up, positioning herself over my face. She didn't bother asking, nor did she need to. I reached up, placing my hands on her hips as she lowered herself down over me. And then...just as Sharon's tongue was doing to me, I began doing the same, almost identical movements to Jillian. It of course wasn't the first time for me doing this to another woman. Something as Howard I had certainly enjoyed doing plenty of times in the past. But now...as Faye (more or less) and especially as I was in the situation that I was, with two very experienced women...and lesbians to boot, I was bound and determined to learn from this, experience from this...and hopefully emulate what it was specifically they enjoyed doing, and have done to themselves. I was again a novice in the world of Sapphic enjoyments, and bound and determined to prove myself. Already familiar to some extent with the mechanics of doing this, I was still surprised and delighted as the sweetness of Jillian's taste threatened to overwhelm me even then. Maybe it was the chemistry of our bodies that caused that, or just the mental euphoria I was currently experiencing. But whatever it was, I couldn't get enough of her, nor did it seem...could Sharon get enough of me. We took turns devouring one another in this way for what seemed like an eternity, until Sharon announced, "I need to fuck you!" Obviously, I wasn't exactly sure what she meant by that, until she once more rolled off the bed, heading towards her dresser where she opened a drawer, rummaging through it for a moment, and then retrieving what was obviously some sort of a strap on, with a rather realistic looking prick. And then it truly hit me. I was only moments away from actually being fucked here...as a man, for the first time in my life. And more than likely, the ONLY time in my entire life. It still felt odd, and somewhat apprehensive as I lay there watching her as she quickly slipped it on. Now walking towards me, this large phallus, larger than my own in fact, wobbling about, bobbing up and down, yet eerily real looking in a way as she once more crawled up onto the bed towards me. "On your knees," she commanded, almost demandingly, taking obvious charge now, reveling in the sudden power she seemed to posses, or grow into with this lance dangling between her legs, complete with balls that held yet another unknown surprise. "Ever taken a cock this big before?" She now asked as she placed the head of it between my neither lips, just sliding it around, up and down, wetting it. "No..." I moaned softly, telling the truth of course, though wondering even then if perhaps Faye actually had. I was only slightly fearful of actually being able to, having never felt or had ANYTHING inside me, though obviously Faye must have. But could I handle it? Could I truly accept and accommodate this thick long monster I was being presented with? Would it perhaps hurt, or even damage me...damage Faye in the attempt? I felt like a virgin somehow. The total unknown, the foreign unexplored aspects of what was about to happen to me now confusing my thoughts as well as jumbling my emotions. I was both afraid, and yet excited. "Treat her gently Sharon," Jillian warned, now kneeling beside me, one hand softly caressing my ass, her lips leaving light kisses there as well as she leaned over, watching, guiding and ensuring that Sharon wasn't too enthusiastic with this initial intrusion I was about to endure here. I know the fear and uncertainty of what I was about to experience had caused me to clench up inside. I could feel my cunt contract, though pulsate. I could simultaneously feel the almost unwanted intrusion as the head of Sharon's prick began to seed itself in the opening of my tight, yet still wanton pussy. "God she's tight!" Sharon said looking down, backing out just a little, and then pressing inwards again, gaining a bit more depth as she did. "Even for as wet as she is," she now added to that. "And thank god for that!" I thought to myself, just as Jillian reached beneath me, her fingers seeking, and then finding my clit, which had all but disappeared from fright. The moment she captured it however, caressing and teasing me that way, it was as though she had found the key to the door, unlocking it, opening. I felt Sharon push, and then all at once, sliding in...sliding through, hilting herself fully into the very depths of my welcoming pussy. I saw stars. Even in this, I felt sensations that where again and at once unknown to me. The fullness of this, yet the indescribable completeness that I felt in the overall joining. A thousand tiny pinpricks of pure unadulterated delight as nerve endings seemed to all come alive at once. Each one sparking in a unique way that sent pleasure signals streaming into the nub of control...the same clit that Jillian held, still caressed, and thus triggered returning signals back into the surrounding tissue of my lust inflamed cunt. With a voice that sounded neither like Faye's nor my own...I heard myself saying: "Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh god...fuck me!" I actually cried out, hearing words I had never spoken, never thought I would, and meaning every one of them as I cried them out over, and over, and over again. ** The orgasm I had again experienced was yet again unlike any of the others that I had had. It felt oddly deeper, not quite as intense perhaps as when having my clit sucked or licked, and yet it was almost more pleasurable even then. I had bucked, fucking back wildly as Sharon thrust in and out of me. I was almost grateful when Jillian finally had to let go of my clit, no longer able to hold onto it. That had been almost too much when she had been. I could feel, and then hear the juices from my pussy as they gathered and accumulated there inside me, feeling them as well of course. They became frothy sounding, as though Sharon was churning or making butter in me, which in a sense she was...and did as I came once more, even deeper this time, the sound of my own voice ricocheting off the walls. She was crying out too at this point, somehow, someway triggering the release of her own climax, and then oddly...feeling this surge of fluid, this spurting, this splash, squirt, splash of fluid that began filling and bathing the insides of my spastic, clenching, squeezing cunt. She collapsed on top of me shortly after that, breathing hard just as I was, trying to collect myself, and yet re-running an old movie inside my head of a similar experience. Only in this one, it had been I who had collapsed, pressing against the sweat-covered body of the lover I had once known and been with in much a similar fashion with. "Enjoy that?" Sharon asked finally raising up a little, though not yet retrieving the hard prick still fully lodged inside the depths of my womb. "Like the little squirts I gave you? Sort of interesting huh?" She asked. "Obviously you can adjust them to do it several differing ways, but I like the quick hard spurts the best, you can actually feel them better when they're going off inside you like that. I don't know how realistic they actually are, as I've never been fucked by a man before, though Jillian certainly has. She's always admittedly been a bit more bi-sexual, than totally gay, unlike myself. But...she says that it feels pretty realistic to her as well. So, what did you think? Did you like it? Did it feel good?" I had barely even found voice, finally disengaging, sitting up, "It was wonderful," I said simply, not knowing what else to say, though confessing to them even as I said that, surprising them both when I then added. "That was...my very first time." "Jesus, you're seriously not telling me...you were a virgin? I mean obviously, you've had something in there before, but you're saying that you've never..." I know it sounded stupid, unbelievable, but it was the truth, in a way at least. So I decided not to elaborate too much on it. "No one has actually ever fucked me before no. Yeah, sure...I've had things inside me, vibrators and such," I lied, not knowing for sure, but guessing of course that she must have. "But that honestly was, the first time that I wasn't doing it myself." "Holy shit!" Sharon said sitting back surprised and likewise delighted at this admission. "My first ever real virgin!" She paused then looking at me, asking. "So Faye, are you telling us that you are gay then? Is that why you've never been with a man before?" I had painted myself into a bit of a corner here. Not quite sure how to accurately, or reasonably answer that. "Not saying I'm a lesbian no. I've certainly fondled and played with a cock before," I grinned. "Plenty of times in fact," I smiled a bit more. "Just never felt comfortable having one in me is all." Sharon nodded her head in understanding, though I'm not sure I even understood what I'd just said. She and Jillian both looked more than a bit pleased with themselves though, upon hearing my revelation, and then asking me. "So...how do you feel about fucking one of us?" Jillian now asked. I smiled, eyeing them both. "I can't think of anything I'd rather be doing...than fucking the two of you." And that was the god's honest truth too. I just wouldn't be doing it as Howard. "So...tell me, how do you make the balls on this thing do that anyway?" ** Before actually putting on the girls strap-on, and fucking them myself, there was one other thing I had enjoyed seeing, though so far...only in movies, never for real. The temptation and opportunity now too real, too close not to ask it. "There is one thing, I would like to see first. And then maybe do myself, if I can ask it." "Name it," Jillian giggled, already positioned there on the bed, looking sultry, still horny and in desperate need of a good hard climax herself now. "I've never actually seen it done. Only in movies," I began explaining. "But it looks hot as hell to see it, so was wondering if it feels as good as it actually looks. Though like I said, I'd like to see the two of you doing it first, before actually trying it myself if you wouldn't mind." "Just spill it baby, whatever you want...I think we'll be more than happy to accommodate you," Sharon laughed. "So don't be shy...what is it?" "Do you guys ever...you know, sort of hump one another in what looks to be almost like a scissors lock? You know...where you press up against one another, and put your..." Jillian burst out laughing. "Oh baby! Hell yes! We do that all the time, it's one of the favorite ways that we actually do enjoy fucking one another. In fact, sometimes this clit of mine gets so hard and so big, Sharon swears that I could actually fuck her with it. So...you want to see us do that huh?" She once again asked winking at Sharon, holding her hand out towards her. "Come here baby...come fuck me, let's show Faye here how two lesbians actually enjoy doing that." I actually preferred to stand next to the bed as opposed to being on it with the two of them. I wanted to see this, watch this from every angle, hear every sound they made as they ground and rubbed their respective cunts against one another. Within minutes, I stood there watching the two of them doing just that. Well practiced obviously, and so in tune with one another, they were soon hooked up, legs overlapping one another, pussy lips kissing, pressing, mashing and grinding against one another. And the slick, slippery sounds they were making were music to my ears, so hot...so erotic, that I soon found myself finger-fucking my own cunt, emulating the two of them in thought and sound. I could hear the flood of my own juices pouring forth, pummeling my cunt...Faye's cunt, sliding them in and out of myself in harmony with what I stood witnessing there on the bed. "Look at this fucker!" Sharon called out to me, motioning me over towards them. "Look how hard her fucking clit actually does get!" She exclaimed. They slowed long enough for Jillian to reach down, spreading herself. Her hard clit, enormously hard, and far bigger than my own, or Sharon's for damn sure, indeed appeared and looked like a third or even a half of my pinky finger. It was pink, glistening, fully erect, and almost obscene in appearance. And I could very well imagine it...imagine her, actually fucking me with it. "Come here," Jillian half begged me. "Suck it...suck it and lick it for me," she asked. "Give me...a blow job." That wasn't exactly what I had on my mind when I leaned forward, but I did indeed begin sucking and licking it, her thick hard little clitoris standing up proudly as Sharon once again pressed herself against her lover, grinding her own slick glistening pussy against Jillian's. And me...being in such close proximity with the two of them now, once more enjoying the intoxicating aroma of their aroused sex, the sweet taste of Jillian's' cunt, the strength and surprising firmness of this pinky-sized clit that I now mouthed and devoured. "And get ready for yet another surprise," Sharon now warned me. "You're really gonna love this!" It wasn't long before Jillian was moaning and groaning so loudly that it was obvious she was hovering on the edge. "You might wanna step back just a little," Sharon laughed. Reluctantly I did so...though curious. Jillian immediately fingering and palming herself now, almost fiercely the moment I took my mouth off that amazing clit of hers. She almost appeared to be spanking it in a way, harder than I would have to myself most certainly. Though I didn't have a whole lot of experience in that particular area as it was. Just then, Jillian sort of seized up, arching her back as though in suspended animation for a moment. "Thar she blows!" Sharon said partially sitting up now as well, just as this fountain, this geyser, this stream of what looked almost like pee, came flying out of Jillian's cunt. It wasn't though...it was clear, not quite watery, slicker...thicker, and spurted, stopped, spurted again in pulsating little squirts as she ejaculated. Amazingly, it arched far enough, easily so...splashing against Sharon, almost drenching her. She sat, mouth open, actually trying to capture some of it, waving at me, telling me as she did that, to come over and join her. I hurriedly did so, just in time to catch and share the next streamer of Jillian's pussy juice that squirted out of her cunt, and cascaded down, bathing the two of us. ** "That's the only real drawback," Sharon stated a short time later as we quickly stripped off the sheets on the bed. "Which is why we also have quite a supply of clean sheets on hand," she giggled though Jillian was actually blushing a little with embarrassment. "Sorry...can't help it, especially whenever I get THAT horny and aroused," she defended. "No reason to be sorry," I assured her. "That was...simply, amazing!" "Yeah, it IS amazing isn't it?" Sharon said kissing her lover affectionately. "And she tastes fucking good too doesn't she?" Admittedly, she did. Though I had almost still been expecting a pee-like taste, which it didn't at all. "How do you do that anyway?" I had to ask. "I don't really know, kind of hard to explain it. And I don't do that every time I come either. Just depends on what I'm doing, and how I'm doing it for one. But the quick hand-slapping thing I do against my clit really seems to trigger that for some reason, so I always know I'm going to squirt like that, when I do it that way." "Well, that was fucking fun to see...even if we did mess up the bed," I giggled back, now joining in. As much as I had enjoyed the evening however, it was getting late. And I had a lot that I needed to do in the morning. Retrieving my luggage..."Faye's luggage," I corrected myself, realizing as I thought that, I was in a way losing myself in her identity. A slightly troubling thought. And...I also wanted to drop by the hospital to check on myself too. Another still troubling and confusing thought. I still hadn't figured out yet what might happen, what inevitably would happen when I eventually did come out of my coma. I'd be spending a goodly portion of the day tomorrow...researching things on the Internet. There had to be something...some hint, some clue, some sort of similar experience, no matter how far-fetched, or unlikely it seemed, that someone else had also experienced. I couldn't be the ONLY person this had ever happened to now...could I? To be continued... She Is Me... Ch. 03 Even my dreams seemed to be confusing, disjointed, and very disturbing. I had dreamt that I was laying in bed, the whispered sound of another voice speaking to me, trying to reach out towards me. "Where am I? Who...am I?" It seemed to ask. I wanted to open my eyes, but couldn't. And yet, in the dream when I was able to do so, I found myself looking down at myself. I was Faye, or rather she was me. "Faye? Faye? Can you hear me?" I asked, seeking...searching, but there was only darkness now, the echo of her voice fading off into the distance, the sound of my own name being called as it did. "Howard! Howard! How...ard!" I woke up, was it dream? It seemed so real, so bizarre. I could still hear the sound of my name being called, jumping almost three feet off the bed when the phone rang. "Hello?" I gasped sounding like I'd just been out running. It was the hospital calling. I had left instructions to be notified the moment there was any change, any change at all. "Just wanted to let you know," the Doctor began. "Though he is still comatose, there are some good signs that he may be coming out of it sooner than later. There was finger movement early on this morning. And though there hasn't been anything else since then, that's a really good sign. As I had said before, the likelihood of Howard eventually waking up is only a matter of time now. However...I do like to be cautious in these instances. Until Howard does have full consciousness, we won't know the extent of any additional complications, if any...until then." I had hung up the phone after that, knowing that I had a lot of research to do for one thing. Plus, I still needed to pick up my belongings for another. I also wanted to drop by the hospital and check how I was doing first-hand myself. It was going to be a very busy day. I hurriedly dressed, called a cab, and went down to the compound yard where my totaled car was still being held. I had in fact remembered to wrap my hand, almost entirely, making it appear as though it had been hurt in the accident. Signing for my luggage, I was relieved when the guy behind the counter didn't question the odd looking signature, simply looking at my ID and accepting that. What he brought out to me however wasn't complete. I was missing what appeared to be a whole lot of stuff. "I'm missing an entire bag!" I explained. About the only intact piece of luggage was a small carry on, which had held more of my cosmetics. Little good that would do me, and another duffle bag that at least held a few other things which appeared I could use was about all there was. Inside that was another pair of jeans, couple of tees, and another pleated skirt. Most of my underwear and other personal items were missing. "Sorry, we gathered up what we could. But there was a lot of wind and such blowing things about. And as far as seeing any other luggage, well...unless we missed it, or unless someone else came along and found it...this is all we managed to salvage." I now knew I'd have to do some shopping, though the thought of having to go out and buy up a bunch of women's intimate apparel wasn't very exciting to me. I still wasn't used to the idea of having to wear a bra as it was, let alone the still strange (giddy) sensation I still got when slipping on a pair of women's panties. Neither of which I was wearing now. And which I was suddenly made aware of as the fat, bald-headed, unkempt, unshaven man behind the counter stood glaring at me, forcing me to take stock of myself. I quickly looked down, twin points too revealing pressing against the thin material of the borrowed tee shirt I had on. I couldn't believe I was actually offended at some guy staring at my tits. But I was. I soon after left, taking with me what had survived the accident, which still wasn't all that much as I saw it, wondering then if Faye had actually packed that light, though it certainly hadn't felt like it when I loaded the trunk of my car after picking her up from the airport. A lot of it really was missing. My next stop of course was the hospital. And though I couldn't stay long having left the meter running on the cab, I wanted to drop by long enough to check on things myself. As I'd already been told, I was still resting comfortably, or so it seemed. Ensuring no one was about, I leaned over, whispering. "Faye? It's me...Howard. Are you in there? Can you hear me Faye? Can you hear me?" I waited for some sign of recognition, anything. But there was nothing. Once again stopping by the nurses' station, I left the same instructions I had left with them before. To call me at the sign of any change, no matter how slight or insignificant. I returned home knowing that I now had even more work to do. Research on the computer to see if there was anyone else who had experienced the same phenomenon that I was. IF there was anything out there at all on the subject. And the second thing of course. I needed to buy a whole bunch of new underwear. ** I signed on my computer, and luckily for me...I knew the password of course. I then Googled everything and anything that was even remotely related. Most of the things really having nothing to do with what I was looking for, though one or two others hinting at something that possibly could have. Until I realized after reading further, that most of that was more mythic in nature, past beliefs, and somewhat religious symbolisms. I was having very if little luck until I stumbled across a rather bizarre link, something about it just catching my eye, causing me to click on it and read further. That led me to a blog, someone named "Chris Smith," who had set up some sort of a web-site for men and women both who all appeared to have basically one thing in common. Gender identity confusion of one kind or another. Though most of what I read was pretty much along the lines of what you'd expect to find. Men and women both either going through the process of having a sex-change, or thinking about it. Not exactly what I was looking for or hoping to find, until I followed another small link, as part of Chris's biography. That one caused me to hold my breath for a moment. There was a small quote beneath his name. It read. "He is me...and then. Who am I?" I read further, and though it didn't go into specifics about what I was hoping it would, there was enough there that hinted at something deeper, more profound. I decided to take a chance, sending off an email to the address listed for contacting. At first I wasn't sure what to write, what to send in hopes that Chris would respond back to me as quickly I hoped for. I sent: She is me... I sat back trying not to think about any of this, not yet. It was almost too overwhelming for me as it was. And...I had another problem facing me now too. I was running low on cash. I had just a little over a hundred on me, with no access to my own account, or credit cards. Faye of course had a couple, but there again, the signature thing was apt to cause me problems there. I wasn't sure how lucky I'd be in being able to actually use them for one thing, nor did I know what her balance was, or limits. Using them would be something I would do only as a last resort. Unfortunately, I was going to have to do something about buying a few things either way, like it or not. And without having access to a ride, nor the luxury of taking a cab again, I had no other choice but to go next door and knock, hoping my new found friends...old friends, could possibly help me. Sharon of course had already gone to work, but Jillian was up and about, and more than happy to take me out to do some much needed shopping, though I fibbed a little in telling her that my credit cards were pretty close to being maxed out, so I'd have to be very careful and wise in using them. "No worries," she smiled. "I know where we can go to get a BIG discount. Friend of ours works at a woman's lingerie store. That's where Sharon and I always go whenever we need anything. I'm sure once we explain to her what happened to you, she'll be more than happy to help." I was delighted to hear that, though on the drive over to the store, Jillian then informed me that they had in fact all gotten together on occasion in times past. Part of which was a repayment of sorts for all the "free stuff" they got, in addition to the discounted merchandise items. "Don't worry, you'll like her. She's really sexy, and very cute...a bit of a wild side on her yes, and a few kinks...but nobody better who can help us out here. Trust me." I'd always hated that saying. "Trust me." There was always a catch, some hidden warning that always proved itself out, though when it did, it was usually too late. Even so, I followed Jillian into the small, yet well displayed lingerie store, though realizing as we did, it wasn't just about that. Aside from the expected obvious, most of their stuff was almost TOO sexy, TOO revealing, not to mention the fact that a back area of the store appeared to cater to mostly "adult toys and novelty items." "You brought me to a sex store?" I asked after walking in, taking a brief look around. "All I need is a couple of pairs of normal panties, and maybe another bra or two," I told her. "I'm certainly not looking for anything that's crotch less, or edible! That's for dam sure!" I stated. Jillian laughed, still leading me by the hand further into the store. "I'm sure we'll be able to find you something you can wear, even if it is just a little bit sexy. You look good in sexy. You are sexy. And like I said, Samantha will think you're sexy too." I noticed there had been only one other person in the store when we came in, and 'he' had come walking out of the back adult area, leaving shortly after our arrival. One guy, middle aged appeared to be attending the register just outside of that area. He looked up towards Jillian and I as we passed, heading around the other side to the lingerie area. He smiled, even waved at Jillian, as she returned the wave calling out. "Samantha?" "Stock room," he continued to smile pointing off in that direction. "She'll be pleased to see you I'm sure," he grinned even more broadly. To which Jillian responded under her breath, well out of range of his hearing her. "Yeah, so are you...I'm sure," she said. "What was all that about?" I asked only once we were well out of eyesight too. "Oh, nothing really. He and Samantha just sort of have a mutual understanding is all. We've been here before obviously, and sort of know what's up whenever we come in to do a little bargaining. Nothing to worry about really, Sam will handle it." "Sam?" "Yeah, short for Samantha. That's what she really goes by. You'll see when you meet her." As though we worked there...Jillian led me into the back, calling out to Sam as we did that. "Back here!" Came the reply. Seconds later we entered what was obviously some sort of receiving area, Samantha...or Sam, was unboxing a few cartons, putting things on hangers when we came in. "Jill!" She said enthusiastically in greeting, coming over to not only hug...but kiss Jillian the moment they saw one another. Sam was an interesting looking character. Almost pixyish. Thin framed, an inch or two under five feet if she was lucky, short bright white hair with a strand of it died purple that seemed to hang down over one eye, obscuring it almost completely the way it was cut. She was wearing what appeared to be a tight black leotard, almost flat chested by the looks of it, with just two obvious well rounded bumps pressing against the tight-stretched material. She wore what appeared to be a men's pair of red and white polka dot boxers over that however, basically completing her outfit. She was obviously gothic too. Dark eyes, black lipstick and fingernails, with a black mouth kiss tattoo on one side of her neck. "Hey Sam...want to introduce you to someone, who needs your help," Jillian said now handing me off to Sam. "This is Faye," she said as I extended my hand in greeting, and though taking it, Sam merely drew me in even closer, using that as leverage to do so, thus embracing me in another close hug instead along with a kiss on the mouth that caught me by surprise as she lingered there for a lot longer than just a moment. "Easy enough to remember," she smiled, stepping back still holding my hand in hers, looking me up and down. I looked at her inquisitively, though Jillian, now Jill...answered that for me. She calls everyone by an abbreviated version of their name. Here I'm Jill, same as she's Sam...not Samantha. Sharon of course is Shar..." "Oh," I said, still not sure I understood why she did that, but finding her welcoming, bubbling personality quite intriguing. "So...what're we here to get?" She asked. Jill explained, quickly filling in details. I noticed that even as she did that, she seemed to abbreviate even the details, getting to the reason for our being there without a whole lot of extra explanation. Maybe it was the way Sam operated, fast and furious, seemingly in full understanding for the purpose of this visit. "Let's see what we can do about fixin' ya up," she grinned, though I noticed there was a look that was passed quickly back and forth between the two of them. "Might have ta, be nice to the boss though...ya know? Shouldn't take too long though, been a few days now as it is. But he's pretty primed at the pump now judging by the way he was acting around me this morning already. And especially now knowing that you're here. Almost willing to bet, he's got it out already." "Got what out?" I asked whispering to Jillian as we followed Sam back into the store area. Jillian laughed. You'll see. Don't worry though, Bob's basically pretty harmless, never given Sharon or I anything to worry about since we've been coming here, as long as you can put up with him standing there watching anyway. "Watching?" She didn't have time to answer however as moments later the three of us stood there in front of where Bob was still sitting. I noticed as we stood there, his hand indeed appeared to be moving about, even though it was still well hidden beneath the counter. "OK, I need at least two bras...and three or four pairs of panties," she said looking at him. He leaned back in his chair looking at the three of us. "That's gonna cost," he said. "And nothing off the wall either," he added to that. "What's the wall?" I asked in hushed tones. "Their very best, most expensive stuff," Jillian informed me. "The display goods. If you see something you like or want to try on...then Sam goes and gets it in your size, and brings it in to you. Store policy, she has to be in there with you while you try it on to avoid any shop-lifting or pretend exchanges that weren't purchased here, especially for the more expensive stuff." I had no response to that. "You gonna be good with that?" Sam asked turning back around to ask us. Might could negotiate a bit better...or more..." "She's pure les..." Jillian answered for me. "Won't mind being looked at, but touched...no." Sam grinned, nodded her head. "Two bras, half a dozen pairs of panties, and one of those off the wall. For that...you get to watch us for a bit, and then I'll finish you off with a hand job." Bob thought about it. "Make it a blow-job, and it's a deal." "No cum in the mouth then, not for that," she countered. "On your tits then." "For that...she gets a bra off the wall." Once more he sat thinking about it. "OK, deal. Early lunch today then. Go turn the sign and lock the door." He stood up, coming around the counter as Sam scurried off towards the door before any other customers came walking in. Sure enough, he had a hard on, his thick massive dick sticking straight out. He led us into the adult novelty area, and I noticed there was another door leading through that into another area. "The back office," Jillian informed me as Sam just then caught up to us. "We've been in there a couple of times before," she added. Sam was already peeling the top of her leotard off by the time we had entered his somewhat cluttered office. Not too surprisingly, there was a leather couch sitting off to one side, about the only thing that wasn't cluttered. "I'm not sure I feel real comfortable about this," I whispered worriedly. "Relax. You don't have to really do much of anything. He'll want to see your tits, but beyond that, it'll be mostly Sam going down on me while you play with hers and mine a little, something like that. He'll get off on watching her licking me. After I get off...which I always do, she'll finish him, then we'll go back and do our shopping. Shouldn't take more than twenty minutes or so, give or take a few." I was surprised when Jillian suddenly stripped completely down, like me...she hadn't worn anything beneath her jeans and blouse either, though obviously she had come prepared for this. I just happened to be that way. I stood off to one side, nervously, though finally pulling my tee up and over my head, revealing my breasts. I was surprised to find myself a bit shy and nervous, until Sam came over, perfect height for her, as she now cupped and latched onto one of my breasts, sucking it. Already I could hear Bob's breathing getting harder as he sat behind his desk, no doubt busy jerking himself off while he watched us. "Come on baby. Come lick my pussy. It's horny for you." "And I'm horny for it too!" Sam responded, reluctantly leaving off my tit, though she still held my hand, drawing me over towards the couch with her. "Play with mine while I'm licking her," she informed me. "Two reasons..." she then whispered. "One...I like it. And two...Bob will get worked up really, really fast the more the three of us do together," she winked at me conspiratorially. "Get the picture?" I did, nodded back at her, and began fondling her sweet small, very perky breasts. ** I was honestly surprised to find myself becoming quite aroused, and now starting to get off on this. Even when I heard Bob suddenly stand up, walking over to stand next to us there on the couch. Sam was still hungrily licking Jillian's pussy. I had been asked, and thus managed to pull down Sam's leotard completely where it now lay all bunched up around her ankles. I was finger-fucking her twat, one...two and finally three fingers as she instructed me to do the wetter and wetter that she got. It was also oddly arousing to look up, watching Bob who had removed his own pants, though still wearing a shirt, he stood fisting his rather impressive looking cock. It was now making a lot of very slick, slippery sounds, much like I very often did to myself when I once had a dick. Though the sounds I was making in Sam's pussy where just as wet and slick sounding. "Fuck that's hot," he groaned deeply looking on. "I'll throw in one of my best negligees if you'll fuck Sam with a strap on," he urged us all. "While she sucks me," he then added to that. Sam looked back over her shoulder towards me, questioning. I looked past her to Jillian. "Up to you," she said non-commitally. "But I certainly could use a new one," she implied letting me know that it would go much in the way of repaying certain favors here. I felt like I owed it to her. And besides...I actually did want to try doing that. We hadn't gotten around to doing so the night before, and now I was thinking about it again...curious. "Yeah, ok...sure. Why not?" I actually answered seeing the delightful look of surprise on both Sam and Jillian's faces upon hearing that. "A new one," Sam then said looking at Bob. "And this one...I get to keep!" "Ok, ok...but the three of you are robbing me blind today!" He complained half-heartedly. "And I knew then, he was getting his money's worth, even more so than we probably were. Sam finished pulling off the rest of her clothes and then ran bare-assed naked back into the novelty section of the shop, returning a few minutes later with a brand new package, ripping it open. She Is Me... Ch. 03 "Get the cleaning solution and lube," she told Bob. He turned heading back to his desk, opening a drawer, and handing her a couple of bottles along with some clean towels. Sam was quick about her business, handing me the contraption a moment or two later. "Ever tried one of these?" "Nope...first time using one this way," I stated. Once again, she seemed to understand my statement. "Cool. First time for everything I always say. Ok Bob, soon as she's in me...you're up." Jillian had slid off the couch by this time and helped me to secure this interesting contraption on me once I had also finished undressing. The three of us all now entirely naked as Bob seated himself on the couch, Sam leaning over, already starting to fondle and suck his cock while I stood behind her, Jillian helping to guide my fake prick into the opening of her pussy. I had no misconceptions about this either, or so I thought. About to fuck my first cunt as a woman, I knew going in that I wouldn't be feeling or sensing it the way I would be doing as a man. This was about her, her pleasure, and me giving it. And Bob getting it watching me as I did that, as I fucked her. Well...that and the blowjob she was now giving him too of course. Boy was I surprised. As I began to ease in and out of the young woman's pussy, Jillian stood behind me, her hands coming around to cup and fondle my breasts. Once more that direct line connection from nipples to clit seemed to fire up again. And even more startling, with each thrust into Sam's cunt, I felt the press, and the tickle of the device which fit snuggly over my mound. It was stimulating me too, caressing my split, especially as I impaled her, and then stood grinding against her for a moment before withdrawing again. Sam was gyrating and rolling her ass as well, fucking me back, somehow managing to hold on to Bob's prick as she sucked it without biting it off as I caused her to moan repeatedly. With Jillian behind me, just the press of her bare breasts digging into my back was enough added stimulation, and I reached back, quickly finding her wet succulent pussy with my fingers, now toying with her all the while shoving and thrusting away. "Fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna cum, gonna cum!" Bob announced. Almost immediately Sam backed up, almost standing up, though ensuring I remained deeply inside her. "Here they are!" She said cupping her small little breasts, not even then managing to make enough of a difference in doing so, so firm and perky where they, and not even large enough to press the two of them together in doing so either. Bob stroked his own cock now, fiercely, rapidly, and soon began spunking her tits with a rather large copious amount of semen, that was honestly...rather impressive. They were soon drenched in rivers of his cream, so much so that it was running down her tummy, dripping onto the floor. "Make...me...cum...too!" She finally cried out, half standing, half bent over as I slammed wildly in and out of her. Enjoying the sensation, going through the motions so to speak of what I was used to, and yet...finding pleasure in it, in an entirely different way. Feeling the slap, tickle caress of the device against my own clit. Before I realized it, I clenched, clenched again, heard Sam crying out just as my own orgasm washed over me. Even Jillian joined us somehow, having now straddled my leg, humping herself against me like a dog in heat. The slickness of her own cunt juices bathing my leg as the three of us actually managed a near-simultaneous climax together. Our supposed lunch hour had indeed passed quickly. Not wanting to lose any more business that he already may have, Bob dressed and hurried back into the sales area, leaving the three of us to dress and straighten things up again. "That was fun!" Sam announced playfully. "We'll have to do this again...and soon too!" She added to that with a wink. We then followed her out back into the main area of the store, did our shopping, and soon after left with a plethora of goodies in our bags. Including a brand new double-dildo that Sam had managed to toss in while Bob was busy with another customer. "Call me!" She said speaking to Jillian, though looking at me. "I'd enjoy fucking you sometime myself." ** It had been another very interesting day, and it was still early afternoon by the time we arrived back at my place. "You're coming over for dinner again later yes?" Jillian asked. As tempting as the offer was, especially as I was interested in seeing what the new toy would look and feel like, I was honestly exhausted. And at the moment, all I really wanted to do was take a nice long nap, catch up on some much needed sleep, and probably spend time doing a little more research. I begged off for that evening, telling her I still had a lot to do, being honest about the sleep, and promised that we would get together again real soon. Though slightly disappointed upon hearing that, Jillian at least understood. We kissed as friends, and then went our separate ways into our respective apartments. The moment I walked in, I saw a small flashing light coming from my PC. It was an alert that I had an email waiting for me. I rushed over towards it, looked at the subject line. It read from Chris Smith: "If you mean what I think you mean...call me. Right away." I clicked on the message, opening it. He had given me a phone number. ** I dialed the number. The area code informing me he was in a neighboring state. He picked up on the second ring, his voice warm, friendly and very masculine. "This is Chris," he had answered, almost as though expecting my call. Though I am sure the unfamiliar number on his caller ID probably hinted at that. "Hi...this is..." I almost didn't know which name to give him. "Faye," I finally stated, figuring the sound of a woman's voice, using the name Howard might be just a little too weird, and put him on the defensive. I had no idea if he actually knew anything about what I was soon going to be telling him. If he did, then the name really wouldn't matter after I had shared my strange little story. "I'm very curious about the message you left me," he began. "Would you care to tell me what you meant by that?" I had absolutely nothing to lose at this point, especially with time working against me now. The odds were that Faye would be waking up soon, and when she did...inside my body, all sorts of complications would no doubt arise from that. I decided to tell him everything, start to finish about how I had found myself now inside my cousin's body...and she in mine. To my surprise, he listened intently without interruption. Only when I had finished, waiting for him to tell me I was some kind of a kook, or idiot, and that I had wasted his precious time, he said instead. "Give me your address. I'll be there first thing in the morning." "You're kidding right?" I asked. "You're seriously going to fly here to see me based on what I told you over the phone?" "For starters...yes. I need to meet you, see you. There's a few other things I'm going to need to do once I am sure you are who you say you are. But it starts with me getting there first. You willing?" Once again, I was growing desperate here, running out of options. "I am yes. What airline will you be flying in on? I can meet you at the airport." "Don't worry about that. I have my own plane, which is why I will be in early. If what you're saying is true...we don't have a whole lot of time here. I'll explain everything else to you once I've arrived, and we'll take things from there." ** I got very little sleep. Waking early, nervous and apprehensive. And though he said he'd be here in the morning, he'd said nothing about what time I should expect him. I had put on the coffee, just sitting down to have my first cup, not even properly dressed yet when there came a knock on my door. I glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. It wasn't even seven in the morning yet! "No way," I thought gathering my robe about me, cinching the sash as I had little else on save for a pair of my own boxers, which felt just a bit more comfortable to me than the women's panties did. Especially those we had gotten from the lingerie store Samantha worked at. I peered through the security peep, saw what appeared to be a middle-aged, attractive looking man standing outside, calling out to him. "Yes? Who is it?" "Chris Smith. Are you...Howard?" He asked, not even hesitating, even upon hearing the sound of a woman's voice. I hurriedly answered the door before either one of my neighbors could become curiously aware of his presence. That would be hard enough trying to explain to them, let alone anything else. "Wow...that was fast," I said stepping back inviting him in. "I left first thing. Had a car waiting for me when I arrived. Wanted to get here as soon as possible. Like I said, if you're for real...then time really is of the essence here." "I'm for real," I assured him. "Everything I told you is the god's honest truth!" He merely nodded his head, walking past me into the darker area of my still unlit sitting room. "I need to do something," he informed me. "It's a simple thing really, and not exactly a full proof test as to what you're saying. But it's a start. I need to look into your eyes with a pen-light." Chris appeared to be in his early to mid forties. Reasonably attractive, though admitting that to myself seemed oddly strange. And yet there was something about him that I found intriguing. He had deep blue eyes, dark brown wavy hair with just a hint of grey beginning to form at the temples. He already had a few worry lines starting to edge about his eyes, telling me he hadn't exactly had an easygoing life. And yet they didn't make him look old, as much as just handsomely rugged. "Ok," I answered. "Where do you want me?" "Over here in the dark," he said. "Keep your eyes wide open, looking directly at me. Try to ignore the light until I say otherwise." I stood before him doing as he'd asked. He clicked on the small little light, and then brought it up towards my eyes in a flash after that. My vision was blurred for a moment, and then he stepped back, once more looking at me. "Ok, you can turn the lights on now if you'd like. I have a story to tell you." I sat in stunned silence as Chris began talking to me, beginning with the reason for the light. He had explained that he had met three others like myself, making this claim. And that all three...for whatever reason, passed this particular little test he had given me. Apparently, my eyes dilated a lot slower than most everyone else's did. It wasn't really all that noticeable. But to the trained, observant eye...it was enough. I had passed the test. "So you've...you've met others like me making the same claim about being in the wrong body?" "Yes, like I said. It's rare...very rare, but I have yes. That is actually all I do now, researching this phenomenon, seeking to find others, like yourself...and help them if I can." I almost wanted to cry. "So you do believe me then. You believe that I am Howard, and that I'm in my cousin's body. And that she...is currently in mine." He already knew of course about my body lying in a comatose state in a nearby hospital, though unlike me...the news that I could be coming out of the coma at any time now, wasn't necessarily good news to him. "The reason I believe you implicitly Howard, is because of this. You see...my name IS Chris. Or to be more exact, Christine. I've been living in my husband's body for going on ten years now. Very few know that, less than a handful, most of which are on my personal staff." I stood there staring at him, taking in every square inch of him again. There was nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing about him that suggested he was anything other than a man. And a very masculine one at that. There was nothing effeminate about him in any way shape or form. "How?" I said almost collapsing, sitting down on the couch now on shaky legs, no longer able to support my weight as he took another chair sitting next to me. "Like you, my husband and I went through a rather traumatic experience. We enjoyed going on white-water rafting trips, not the easy ones either. But the more adventurous, somewhat dangerous excursions. As luck would have it, we hit a particular area that was known for turning rafts, capsizing them, but up until then anyway, no one had ever drowned because of it. Before I knew it, our boat was caught, tossed, and overturned. The current was unusual however, the water level a bit lower than it usually was, and because of that, the undertow a bit stronger, unbeknownst to any of us. The next thing I know, I have this sensation of leaving my body, underwater no less. I could see my body, flapping about, lifeless...and knew almost at once, I was dead. And then there were people, in the water with us, pulling on us...and I saw myself, as well as my husband's body being taken back up to the surface. What was odd, and somewhat different than the way you described your own experience, was that I saw someone giving CPR to me...and then breath! I knew that was virtually impossible. How could I be breathing, and yet still existing outside of my own body? I then heard someone else saying that they couldn't find a pulse, couldn't get Steven to breathe. Someone else saying that it was too late, that he was dead. I don't know why, but I knew that we would soon both be, unless I acted, and thus did what I did. What you did. I entered his body with my soul. The next thing I remember, is waking up in the hospital...in this body. Not my own. And it's been this way ever since." "What about your...your husband?" I asked hearing the strange words coming out of my mouth, speaking to a man as though he was a she, and not visa versa. But then again...look who was talking here. "Like your cousin, he's been in a coma ever since. For a long time I went through the nightmare, trying to figure it all out, learning what I could, until eventually stumbling on someone else with a similar story. And then things just sort of took off from there. I'm financially well off, so I have plenty of means to do the research that I do, with very few knowing anything about it. There would be far too much judgment, disbelief for one thing. But for another, I have no desire to subject myself to being put through a battery of tests either, or eventually being labeled a lunatic. Something I am sure you've had the same worries and concerns about yourself." "Ten years? And he's still alive then?" "Yes. He is seen to by my own personal staff. It has been my hope that one day I would find a way to reach him, to convince him that he's still alive, and unfortunately, just residing in the wrong body. I even believe that once I actually came close to touching his consciousness, I could feel it, sense it...like a nagging thought, or a word just on the tip of your tongue like you can't remember it. And then it was gone. I haven't felt it since. And yet, I know he's still in there, still alive...just hiding for lack of a better word for it." "So...what do we do next then?" "That's the hard part. First, you're going to have to trust me...implicitly. Second...you have to also believe that what I'm telling you...is as true as what you have told me. Do you believe that Howard? Do you also believe that I am who I say I am without hesitation? The reason I ask you that, is because in the end...it may make all the difference in the world...for both of us. For all four of us." "All four of us?" "Yes, because if this works...and I'll be honest with you here Howard, there are no guarantees. Only a hunch. But one I have studied carefully, and done all the research on that I can. I've since come to the absolute conclusion, from everything I've read, everything I've seen, and everyone that I've actually traveled around the world to actually speak to about it. There's only one possible solution to any of this if we're to have any chance of living out the rest of our lives in our own bodies again." "And what's that?" I had to ask. He...or rather she, looked at me intently, and then said. "I need to fuck you." ** "You need to do what?" "I know...it probably sounds strange to you hearing that. So let me explain, or try to anyway. So please...hear me out, and then decide. But trust me..." "Yeah right, where've I heard that one before?" I thought, though he continued. "The French have a phrase for it. They call it "little death," have you heard that saying before?" I had...nodding my head. "Well there's a lot more to it than that of course, even the Buddhist Monk's have some teachings on it...the spiritual aspects of it. That the moment of orgasm, is about as close as we come...as human beings from actually leaving our temporal forms. But there is a moment, when as some believe, we actually do. It's a split second, a fraction of a split second in fact...where we actually can, and where some have. It's that moment...that gives us the one and only chance we'll have to reach out in the world or plane of neither here...nor there, to contact Steven, and hopefully Faye as well. But we can only do that, only accomplish that, if we're able to reach that exquisite plane of ecstasy together...simultaneously." I couldn't count the number of times on one hand where I had actually experienced a simultaneous orgasm with anyone. Let alone...it needing to be the most intense, most cosmic, most explosive orgasmic release even possible when we did. "That's it...that's the solution. We have to fuck...and then come...simultaneously, and it has to basically be the best orgasm ever. That's what you're telling me." "In a nut-shell, yes. But that's also why we need to get started now. Why we need to fuck now, and get the preliminaries over with." "Preliminaries?" "Yeah, let's face it Howard. Until you and I are comfortable and totally familiar with one another's bodies, how we respond to sensual touch, what drives each one of us over the top most of all...we'll never achieve that level of pleasure unless we practice, become familiar with one another. Inside and out so to speak. So you see? We do need to start, and start soon...before Faye does wake up in your body, and very possibly make it even more difficult for you to reach her. You in fact have a far better chance of reaching her, that I do of reaching Steven. But I have to try. And in the trying, hopefully...you'll have an even better chance of being successful. But yeah...we need to get started then as soon as we can. We need to get the awkward moments out of the way. We need to get in tune with one another, comfortable with one another, totally...and completely, uninhibited with one another. And that means..." "We need to fuck. Only in this case, you're the man...and I'm the woman, even though it's actually the other way around." "Yeah, sort of makes things interesting doesn't it?" "I'd say that's a major understatement," I told her. "To begin with, I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you are indeed a woman...and not a man. I mean...you do have a penis you know, and you're going to be putting that inside me. It's the visual picture here I'm going to have a little problem dealing with." "Well if it makes you feel any better Howard. Same holds true for me too. I know some believe it's a lot easier for a woman to be with another woman. But not in my case. I know, because I've actually tried that. Not that I haven't enjoyed the experience, but it's simply not my cup of tea. And then try to imagine the other side of that coin. Approaching another man, someone I AM actually attracted to. And not the feminine, truly gay men either Howard. I'm NOT gay...I'm a woman. I'm a woman who is attracted to men. Not gay men. Not lesbian women. So you see, in many ways, it's been far harder on me. Which is why I don't mind telling you...it's been a while." She Is Me... Ch. 03 He/She...had a point there. There was a whole bunch of things I was going to have a problem dealing with here myself. "I think in the beginning, it might help if we do it the first time in the dark. Try to see ourselves for ourselves, who we truly are as a human beings. With luck, the real us...will relax and reveal themselves, and get us both through the first few awkward moments." I hesitated for a moment...weighing the options. But there weren't any. "So no real chance that we'll somehow manage to accomplish it the first time?" She laughed. "I seriously doubt it. Like I said, for one thing...I don't know about you, but I'm damn nervous. It really has been a while for me, with a man or a woman. And secondly...I'm pretty sure, I'm not going to last a long enough time to get us both to that simultaneous point anyway. If anything, I may be a bit, well...shall we say premature in that department?" Now I had to laugh, the tables suddenly turned. "Ok, I see your point. So...we get familiar, used to one another first." "Exactly." "We need to...find a way...to arouse and excite one another." "Yes." We were standing there in my bedroom now, looking at one another. I felt like a bride on my wedding night. Though why that thought suddenly filled my head, I had no idea. "You want me to undress first?" She asked. "How about you start...and then I'll catch up. You're wearing a bit more than I am," though suddenly I then remembered, I was wearing a pair of my old boxer shorts. At least, I sort of looked cute and sexy in them. She took off her shirt, kicking off her dark brown very expensive looking Wing Tips. I then realized, that she...or he under the circumstances was actually blushing a little. She paused briefly, unbuckling her belt, unzipping her fly. I undid the sash on my robe, allowing it to part, revealing to her...him, my pert full breasts. Though that wasn't where her eyes were at the time. She was looking at my groin, suddenly smiling, and then laughing. "What's so funny? You don't like the way I look in boxer shorts?" "Oh it's not that. Not that at all. Funny how some things never do change do they?" She opened her pants fully, letting them fall around her feet. She...he...stood before me wearing a black, lacy, skimpy pair of women's bikini panties. To be continued... She Is Me... Ch. 04 And though she was wearing panties, which I found oddly erotic looking at, she was also sporting a fairly impressive looking erection, which also looked rather interesting pressed so tightly against the dainty material. But that is also when it dawned on me. That cock, that prick, that turgidly hard member would soon be sliding in and out of my pussy. I was about to be fucked, truly fucked for the first time in my bizarre little male-she existence. "Look, I know how you must be feeling right about now Howard, because I'm feeling it too. I'm looking at you as a woman at the moment, a very attractive, sexy woman. And yet inside, I know...you're a man. And you...looking at me as a man, a man with a hard cock, something I know must be foreign to you to even contemplate. But you have to keep in mind, I'm very much a woman inside. A woman who is very much attracted to men, and yet...here I am as a woman, about to fuck a woman in the physical. But we both have to find a way around that logic, that mentality, or we'll never accomplish what we absolutely have to do here." "Any suggestions?" I asked feeling a little silly at the moment, apprehensive and uncertain for sure. "Maybe...something that might help, but it's also a bit dangerous in some respects. More so for you than me maybe, only because I've been living like this for a lot longer than you have, and have learned how to control it, deal with it. But let me ask..." Chris walked over to the bed sitting down on it, drawing me down next to her. Both naked, the inevitable only moments away now, she took my hands in hers. "Have there been moments when you've sort of felt yourself losing your identity? I call it crossing over. It's when your thoughts, even though they're your own, almost feel like they're hers. If that even makes any sense to you." "Actually, it does. There have been times when I have this mental image of myself, and see myself shaking my head, as though doing so to clear my head, my thoughts. Realizing I was thinking as a woman, and not as who...and what I am. Almost as though I was actually becoming my cousin." "Good," she said smiling at me. "Good in the sense that... that is what we need to do here now. Only we have to allow the cross-over to some extent, albeit only briefly. But like I said, that's where it's more dangerous for you than for me. I've learned how to accept that, and feel myself as Chris, and not as Christine. You need to do that now...Faye," she said calling me by my cousin's name. "From here on in, while we're doing this, getting familiar, getting comfortable. You have to become Faye, just as I will be...Chris. Think you can do that?" I looked down at her groin. "It might help if you were to take the panties off," I told her. "I'm finding that weirdly erotic, and not necessarily in a good way either." Christine laughed, standing up again, and hurriedly stripping off the black lace panties until she stood in front of me, her hard stiff cock sticking straight out in front of her. I now knew, she'd become Chris, just as I was about to let myself go, and actually become...Faye. ** It was in a way again...like having an out of body experience, only wide awake. I had to force my mind's eye to see myself as Faye...not as Howard. I began to draw on the various sensations I had learned about her body, how each of these felt when I first explored my new self. I remembered the intensely electrifying tingles when I had first touched her breasts. Feeling the super sensitivity in having done that. The way the electrical pulses, surges of arousal and desire had traveled so foreignly down between my legs, to my clit...my clit. Not Faye's clit, not even Howard's clit...but my clit. My clit. I was neither Faye, nor Howard. I was a woman at the moment without a name, but that almost seemed more appropriate, more acceptable under the circumstances than anything else. I needed to be anonymous, and I needed Chris, Christine to be a stranger in a way to me as well. Someone I didn't see as either one. I reached out, wrapping my small delicate hand around his thick hard cock, squeezing it, familiarizing myself with the length and girth of it, finding it arousing as I did that. It had been so long, or so it seemed anyway, since I had actually felt myself holding a dick...a cock, a prick...in my hand. "Turn out the lights now," I told him. "And fuck me." ** When the lights went off, about all I could see was a bit of shadowed definition. It was the perfect cloak...for the moment anyway, to submerge myself into this new persona. My lover now...as I came to think of him, leaned over, sucking my breast. I felt that all too familiar tingle of delight, the surge of arousal and ecstasy as he mouthed my tit. I could feel the anticipatory pulsation as my clit began to throb in hopeful expectation. Hearing a moan escape from my lips, a whispered breath as I fully succumbed to the almost overwhelming sensations. Especially when next his fingers reached down in exploration, quickly finding the nerve center of my sex, tweaking it. I moaned again, even louder this time. Likewise reaching out again myself now, finding that rigidly hard tumescent member as I began to stroke it, exploring it, and familiarizing myself with the object that would soon be sliding in and out of my very depths. And then he groaned. And I smiled inwardly, finding delight in this simple pleasure, this intimate contact that was rapidly escalating in want and desire for us both. I took delight in the surge of pearly like fluid that leaked from the tip of his prick. So slick, so erotically hot as I smeared it over and around the head of his dick, just as he was likewise coating, teasing and slicking my clit up with my very similar female lubrications. Laying there in the darkness, hearing the sounds, which were so familiar to me in many ways, and yet hearing and sensing them all so differently at the same time. That slick, squishy sensual splurge as I stroked the helmet of his blood engorged shaft. The same holding true for me as well, though the furrow of my sex now basically dripped and pooled my pre-spending that made more of a splat sound as his palm now cupped, pressed and half-spanked the entire area surrounding my pubic mound. I lifted up my ass in wanton greeting to that, the desire building now, the unknown before me. I needed it, wanted it... "Please...please, fuck me. Fuck me...stick your cock inside, and fuck me." ** I was half expecting it to feel a little like the way it had when Sharon had slid that fairly realistic looking dildo inside me, when we'd fucked. I was pleasantly surprised when it didn't. Not really. There was a noticeable difference. There was nothing real, nothing alive about the phallus that had filled me then. Pleasure yes, and even that in a different sense. This was real. This had internal warmth, a heartbeat of its own perhaps, a throbbing that was born of need and desire, now matching my own. It was so unlike the sensation I'd felt when Sharon had fucked me. This had depth, a sense of being...of joining, unlike anything I had ever felt before. I felt nerve endings come alive inside me, somewhere deep, all encompassing. I met each thrust, each lunge with a complimentary contraction, savoring the exquisite friction. Almost involuntarily, I gripped, held, and fought to hold on, yet finding pleasure and delight in the inability to do so. And then welcoming again, the forceful intrusion, that spearing heat that sliced into me, pummeling me, hammering the depths of my very soul. It ended all too sweetly. Nowhere's near my own climatic release, I felt the sudden eruption, the quick pulsating throbs. I didn't feel the actual spurting as much as I did feel that. A throb, a sense of release, knowing that as I did, he was emptying his seed deep inside my womb. "I'm sorry...like I said, it's been a while." I felt oddly frustrated. So close, and yet so far away. "It's ok, I understand," I said in response to that. "And besides, this was mostly about getting through the awkwardness wasn't it?" I said reaching over then, turning on the light. Chris rolled over, pulling up the sheet covering himself, as though he...now she again, felt as shy and embarrassed as I might have. I remained comfortable in my skin, standing up moving off into the bathroom to freshen up a bit. "I could use a smoke," I said laughing. "And I know for a fact that neither Faye nor I even smokes." Now Chris laughed. "I hear that. I used to. Though my husband never did. And the way I see it, he'd never forgive me if I were to cause him to start to." And that was yet again another interesting observation. What fall out, if any might there be when and if Faye and I once again returned to our own bodies? Would I...recall and remember any of these sensations I'd experienced? Would they remain with me as part of my memory, or would they fade in time with the inability to experience them in quite the same way again? I even wondered if I'd ever stand up to pee again, already used to sitting down now. I came out of the bathroom, Chris already getting dressed. "For sure, we're going to need to do a lot of practicing," he told me. I slipped into my own robe again, leading him back out of the bedroom into the kitchen area. "That's for sure...especially if we're to hope to even come remotely close to experiencing an earth-shattering, simultaneous orgasm together. Since that's what you say we need to do. I'll be perfectly honest with you Chris...I wasn't even half way close to getting there myself yet." "I know," she said a bit sheepishly. "Which is why we really do need to do this again...and soon, and often," she added to that. "But I also need to get a few other things in motion now too. I suggest we plan on doing this again in a couple of hours, provided you don't have any other plans for the day." "No plans really. But I do have one small minor concern. My neighbors. Explaining your presence here could cause me a few problems after all this is over and done with." Without going into a real lengthy explanation, I did inform her that I had gotten involved the past evening with my two lesbian neighbors. She did laugh at that. "Well, I can't say as I could actually blame you for doing that under the circumstances. But yes, I can see how that could possibly cause a few problems after all this is over with. So...tell you what. As a cover story, you tell your neighbors that I am an Uncle. That I came here because of you, and because of Howard. We should only have to worry about my being here for another day or so. After that, we'll have moved the entire operation to a far more suitable place, once the rest of my teams here." That seemed reasonable enough, so I agreed to the story. "So you'll be back then in a couple of hours?" "Roughly yes. And don't go doing anything, as much as you might want to. It will probably help and benefit us both if you remained aroused, unfulfilled. That may help in getting the two of us closer to climaxing together the next time. So try and refrain from masturbating, or even more importantly, doing anything else with your neighbor friends, as tempted as you might be." It made sense, but it also sucked. I was horny and still aroused. "Ok, I'll wait. But try and come back here as soon as you can then. I really do think we need to practice a lot. Lots and lots...and lots...of practice!" Chris laughed, nodded her head in agreement, as I walked her towards the door. As luck would have it though, just as Chris stepped out, so did Jillian from across the way. She looked at me, inquisitively. There was no way around it now, though luckily, we'd already discussed a reasonable cover story. "Jillian? This is Howards Uncle Chris," I said introducing the two of them. "He heard about Howard of course, and immediately flew out here to see how he was doing. Probably be staying with me a couple of days." Jillian smiled then shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you. Chris was it?" She asked again looking past him towards me, her curiosity however saying something else. I'm sure it was because of the way I looked...nothing more than a robe on, and looking as though I had just rolled out of bed, which was actually the truth of course. "Yes," Chris said, turning, kissing me on the forehead. And then saying to me, though I know it was for Jillian's benefit. "I'll call you from the hospital as soon as I learn anything more." And then with that, he left, leaving Jillian and I to stand out there alone together. "So...no other news yet huh?" "Not really, no." "Hey...I was just thinking about coming over and seeing if you'd be interested in going out someplace for lunch? How about it?" Jillian asked. "I'm a mess," I told her. "I need to shower, get cleaned up...maybe you should go on without me." "Nonsense. I'll wait. In fact...I could probably use another shower myself," she grinned hopefully. "As much as I'd probably enjoy that, I let you into the shower with me, we probably won't get any lunch. And I am hungry. Not to mention the fact, I promised to meet Howard's uncle later on this afternoon after he's settled into his hotel. And then dinner this evening." I hoped that my explanation would be reason enough to at least temporarily delay any further activities between us, as much as I would have liked that. "You're probably right. OK, how about you shower, dress, and then come over when you're ready." I agreed to that, delighted that my ploy and explanation had seemingly worked. She stopped just inside her door looking back at me however, adding: "I might prefer being with women...but I'd do him in a heartbeat," she told me once more giving me a wink and a smile. "If you two want an additional female to party with...just say the word!" And with that, she stepped back into her apartment. Only then did I feel a rather funny, unusual sensation. Looking down, and seeing what was no doubt the tail-tail evidence, as Chris's cum ran down the inside of my leg. ** Chris called me a couple of hours later just as she said she would. After explaining to her what had happened after she left, she laughed. "Might be better if you actually came here then," she said. "I've already got things nearly in place now. Just finished renting out the entire top floor, two penthouse suites at the Marriott. Had to pay plenty to do that too. One of them was actually occupied at the time." "That must have cost a small fortune," I agreed. "So the Marriott then? And why two suites? For the staff?" "Sort of...they have the rooms just below us. Had to rent out most of that entire area as well." "Holly shit. You really must be loaded then!" "Let's just say, I've been fortunate. But...the other suite is where they'll be bringing my husband. And I've also already made arrangements to have Faye transferred here as well, somewhat secretly of course, and that cost almost more than renting out the two floors did. Had to pull some strings to pull that one off. But it's pretty much all set. They'll be bringing Faye over sometime tomorrow afternoon, after Steven gets here. After that, we'll be spending a great deal of time with one another...obviously. But it is again important that we get some additional practice in first. I'll of course have my own team of qualified doctors and nurses here with us, keeping an eye on the two of them. But you and I will have a much more urgent requirement behind all of that. And especially after my visit today. I had a personal look at Faye myself, she is indeed coming around. She reacted quite strongly to the light in her eyes when I examined her. She could be waking up any time now. And so that does tend to complicate things just a little. If she does, then we'll both have some major explaining to do." "Oh my god! What happens then? What happens if she does wake up before we've even had a chance to try and do this?" I asked. "Only chance we'll even have then. We'd have to find a way to convince her to join us, which makes things even more difficult for all of us after that. Then we're not looking at just a climatic simultaneous climax...but a three way. And that...might be virtually impossible to achieve." "Yeah...no shit," I replied in kind...though my thoughts at the moment were in trying to even imagine that. Me...Faye, and Chris all jumbled together, with Steven laying in a bed next door to us in the adjoining room. Yeah...that would go over like a fart in a space suit. "Well, so you ready to get in a bit more practice?" "Yeah, I think that's a pretty good plan," I told her. "I've been damn horny all day, ever since you left," I freely admitted. "But I was also thinking about something...something else that might help." "Oh yeah? And what's that?" Chris asked. "Well...I know how you're not really into women and all that, but since I've been in this body, I've really come to love having my pussy licked. Might help out a lot if you were to do that for a while before actually fucking me...get me a bit closer, more excited and aroused too, ya know?" "Actually, I was thinking about doing just that. And I didn't say I didn't enjoy being with another woman, I have been. Just said I prefer being with a man. I enjoy eating pussy, and I'm pretty sure, I'm going to enjoy eating yours too. Though that sort of does raise an interesting question I have. How do you feel about giving me a blowjob? I've actually missed feeling that, if you can believe it." I knew what she meant. I was rather missing that myself. This whole thing was becoming more and more convoluted by the second. And I could also see what she had meant earlier. It was dangerous being Faye. The longer I was, the less it became difficult for me in keeping the two separate. I was beginning to enjoy my time as Faye. And that did worry me...just a little. ** I met Chris in the lobby of the hotel an hour later. Using her special passkey, the elevator by-passed all the other floors, taking us straight up to our own rooms. "One of the perks of having these," she said smiling at me. "We don't have to ride up with anyone else, unless we choose to do so. Keeps things nice and private too," she added. "We'll be doing that late tonight, long after most everyone has gone to bed. Even then, I've already arranged to have a security escort, temporarily closing off the lobby area when we bring my husband, and your cousin in later. After that...it'll be up to the two of us...with a whole lot of luck." "No kidding," I agreed as I began to undress, just as Chris was. It was still light out however, and she then turned to me. "We can draw the drapes, make it a little darker at least, if you'd like." "Actually...no. I think this time, I do need the visual aspect as a part of this. I need to see you, see what you're doing to me. And I want...to see what I'm doing, and how you're responding...to me." In the light, it was strangely different of course. Christine coming towards me as a woman in a man's body. And me...just the opposite. It was a little unnerving, and yet...as I felt her place the head of her cock inside the opening of my pussy again, it felt heavenly. I opened to her, feeling it as she slid inside and slowly began sawing in and out of my soaking went cunt. It felt far less awkward than the first time too. And there was no doubt that I could see the danger, feeling myself succumbing to emotions and feelings I had never felt before. For the moment at least...I was a woman, I was Faye...I was no longer Howard as I thrust back, taking Chris's shaft deeper and deeper, faster and faster until I knew I was hovering on the edge of climatic bliss. Chris slowed. It was obvious she too was fighting it, trying desperately to hold on long enough for me to ride the crest with her. But as she slowed, it actually hurt more than helped my own pleasure. I felt it ebb, and then suddenly begin to back away. She Is Me... Ch. 04 "No!" I cried out. "Fuck me Chris! Fuck me...fuck me hard...faster! Faster! Faster!" She did, but in doing so...the inevitable happened for her. Once more I felt the sudden surge and throb of her prick inside me. Once again so close, though as she emptied herself, finally spending herself, I too felt the delicious tickle of orgasmic release, though it was far less than what I had actually given myself, or even experienced when Sharon had fucked me with the dildo. We had again just missed the mark, though we had gotten closer. But it was a reminder to us both, just how difficult this would be, if not actually impossible. To achieve a level of nirvana that would allow either one of us to experience this "Little Death", this split second of out of body spiritual ecstasy, was beginning to look bleak. "I'm sorry," Chris said again sitting up. "That was better...but still far from what we'll need to achieve. And we're both running out of time here." "Maybe next time...we'll do even better," I said hopefully, though the look she gave me didn't mirror my sentiment. "Maybe." We both began dressing again, I knew that Chris still had a few things she needed to do in preparation for the arrival of her husband, and my cousin. But I was starting to think this would be all for naught. "Mind if I ask you something?" "Sure, go right ahead." "You mentioned that there were others...others that you found. What happened with them? You never told me." Chris walked over taking a seat next to the bed where I remained sitting. "There were three. Well four actually. The first two were never really confirmed much beyond the same simple tests I gave you. But there was nothing to suggest that they weren't telling the truth. There were other things of course, things that are foreign to most men, or women...and yet they knew of them in explicit detail, much like you did. The problem was, with the first two, both of their spouses, or partners, had already passed. So there was no help for them, or for me for that matter. The only other couple that were together, and who had crossed, had lived that way for the better part of twenty years. By then, they had grown used to their new identities, new lives. Neither one of which wanted to run any risks, or face the very real possibility that something might happen to either one...or both of them. Needless to say, they were thus content to live out the rest of their lives together, as one another." I fell back onto the bed, the realization suddenly hitting me that I too might have to permanently accept my own status. Could I indeed adapt, accept, and begin to live a life as a woman...or rather as a man, trapped inside a woman's body? I had no real answer for that, and was now more than ever determined to find away to make this thing succeed, if that was even possible. "No others then?" "None that I've actually met no. There have of course been others, throughout history, which is the reason I've done the research that I have with regards to this. Trying to find the one key, the one thing that might help, that might work. Some of the ancient texts and writings I have found, have suggested that others did succeed, though there is no real substantiated proof of it of course. Mostly word of mouth, hearsay, or writings that many have interpreted as meaning something else. The one really interesting example I did find, that few have ever been privileged enough to see, actually involved a story about Cleopatra, and Mark Antony. You are familiar with history yes?" "Well, I did see the movie." Chris laughed. "Hollywood's version of the event. Though history says there was another chapter to that, which was hidden, and remained hidden as far too many either didn't want it revealed, or worse...explored, or adapted as an additional part of religious teaching and belief." I sat up again, interested in hearing this as Chris continued. "The story goes, with the Roman army on Cleopatra's doorstep, about to invade her palace, and already fearing that Mark Antony had been killed outside in her defense, she chose to end her own life rather than having it taken from her. She then allowed a King Cobra to bite her, thus ensuring she would indeed die by her own hand. Just as she collapsed, though not yet dead herself, Mark Antony broke into her private chambers, just barely ahead of the Roman's who were pursuing him. Upon seeing what she had done, he was determined to take his own life as well...thus joining her. Taking out his knife, he thrust it into himself, giving himself a mortal wound. As he then collapsed...it is believed that their spirits just then began to leave their mortal bodies. Somehow, someway, in this neither world, this spirit world...this cross over point, they saw one another. And in the excitement, in the belief that somehow, someway they could have one last moment together...they returned, but in the confusion of it all, did so in re-entering the wrong forms. What was translated for me, written on some ancient papyri, was an interesting exchange, supposedly heard and witnessed to by several Roman soldiers who just then managed to break into the chambers as the two of them lay dying...again...together. Cleopatra was then heard to say, looking over towards her lover..."My Queen...my queen. And he, looking somewhat startled, though quickly responding back to her in the old Egyptian language and dialect, which he never did learn how to speak, called her My Antony!" They both succumbed to their wounds and poisons once more shortly after that." "Wow," I said trying to digest this interesting little twist on history. But it was again yet another reminder just how difficult this was proving out to be. And the likelihood, that I and Faye may very well be trapped inside these bodies...just like Chris had been, and thus all of us remain that way forever. "I refuse to end up like Cleopatra...or anyone else for that matter. This has indeed been an interesting experience Chris. But one way or the other...I will be Howard again. And Faye...will be Faye." "Then we just need to see to it, that we do everything in our power to see to it that that happens," she agreed. "There are a couple of other things I'm also going to try and do to see to a better chance of success for us both. While I'm doing that...and making the final arrangements and preparations for both Steven and Faye for this evening, I want you to start doing something as well." "And what's that?" I asked. "Well, don't laugh...but I think it's important that you do this. I want you to start arousing yourself. I don't care what it takes, or what you do...but you need to make yourself as horny as you've ever been...unfortunately, you cannot under any circumstances, allow yourself to have an orgasm. You need to begin the process of building up the desire, the want...the need, to levels that are just short of reaching that. When the time comes...no pun intended, you and I need to be so close to that moment, so physically aroused, that we'll join in that split second of time...outside of the bodies that we currently posses. "So you want me to get aroused." "Yes, as much as possible." "And so do whatever I want..." "Yes, just don't climax...you need to be very, very horny tonight." "So anything I want." "Yes...I'll even tell my staff to see to it that they get you whatever you need. They're reliable, and trustworthy. They'll do whatever you ask them to do. There is just one more thing we'll need to be cognoscente about if this actually does work however." "Oh? And what's that?" "That we don't get confused, and get drawn into one another's bodies instead. There is a danger of that actually happening, and that would just make things a hell of a lot more complicated than they already are." "You can say that again!" I said now even more worried and concerned. Maybe being in a man's body again wouldn't be quite so bad...but it would also be giving up ten years if not more of my own life looking at it that way. Entering into an older body. And though Chris didn't look half bad, and especially with all that money, it really wouldn't be mine anyway, and it would just necessitate the two of us thereafter living, and very possibly having to work together, like it or not. "Like I said...we have to make this work." "No shit," I said in agreement. "Because I think we're only going to have one shot at this...either way." ** I sat on the bed trying to think of something to both arouse and amuse myself. Unfortunately, this wasn't one of those places where you could order in adult movies on the TV, so I was stuck trying to come up with another solution when it suddenly presented itself to me. A soft knock on the door followed by the sound of a woman's voice. "Yes?" I gathered the robe I had on around me. Though I already had thoughts bouncing around inside my head as the door opened. Sure enough, it was one of Chris's staff members. I had seen her briefly before next door setting up and preparing the adjacent room. "Chris asked me to stop by and see if there was anything I could get or do for you," she said. I chuckled seeing her look. "Well that's a loaded question. I guess you're fully aware of everything that's going on?" I asked curiously. The young woman nodded her head. I vaguely recalled Chris referring to her as Diane. "I am...yes. Everything," she informed me. "As part of the staff, Chris likes to keep us well informed so that we know precisely what's expected of us...and why." "So you obviously do know all about me too then." Diane smiled, nodding. "I'd imagine that it's been very difficult for you, much as it's been for Chris, just in a different sort of way." "You have no idea," I told her. "Admittedly, it's been interesting. And I'll probably never look at another woman in the same way ever again. It's been...insightful, I will say that." She laughed, stepping into the room further. Diane was a fairly attractive looking brunet with short dark, almost coal black hair, large hazel colored eyes, and a beautiful bright smile. She didn't have bad looking tits either. Especially wearing what I am sure was supposed to look like a very professional, though private nurses uniform on. There was still plenty of cleavage showing. "So IS there anything I can get or do for you? Chris was very specific about that, she told me that you might need some help in preparation for this evening." Was she hinting at what I now hoped she was hinting at? I wondered. "Just how far does that direction..." I didn't finish, feeling suddenly a bit shy and bashful to even be considering such a thing. She walked over, standing directly in front of me, her hands suddenly slipping into the opening of my robe, parting it as she cupped my breasts. "This answer your question?" It did, and it had. I reached up, undoing the next button on her nurses uniform, and then another, and another until her full breasts were almost fully on display, clad in nothing more than a rather sheer, lacy looking bra. Even her dark nipples could be easily and clearly seen through the material as I helped her to slip the blouse off. "Don't mind saying...I'm sort of curious to see what it might be like...being with a woman, who obviously thinks like a man...and is of course a man inside. And yet..." I was getting a clit-on again, and told her so. She burst out laughing. "I'll have to remember that one...I think I'm getting one too!" In moments, she was naked, removing the robe I had on as we all but tumbled down on the bed there together. "I wish to hell..." "I know. Chris said that regardless of anything else, you weren't supposed to come. But I'd enjoy taking you right up to that edge...as many times as you think you can stand it," she told me. "Think you can handle that?" "I don't know...but I'm certainly willing to find out," I agreed excitedly as she slithered down between my legs, leaving a hot trail of tantalizing kisses beginning with my super-sensitive breasts, belly and then finally my very aroused sex as she lingered there softly licking and kissing without actually doing anything specific. I was dying to feel her tongue parting the wanton folds of my flesh. The way she pleased and teased me without going immediately to my sweet spot told me she wasn't a novice at doing this. And especially as she appeared to be quite thoroughly enjoying herself while she did it. After twenty minutes of pure heavenly torture when she finally did begin flicking her tongue over and around my hard little clit, I was climbing the walls. "You...you'd better stop," I heard myself saying, wishing otherwise, but so fucking tempted to just let her take me over the edge regardless of everything else. Without question, without asking, she moved up, sliding over my body. Suddenly I was looking up at the pink glistening folds of her own sensual looking pussy. "Go ahead, do me for a bit until you've had a chance to calm down. Then I'll lick you a bit more and take you to the edge again." As she lowered herself down over my face, I reached up, seeking and then finding the hard pointed tips of her breasts. As I pulled and played with those, I similarly did the same thing to her clit and labia with my lips. Gently sucking, and chewing on them, listening to the sounds of her contented moans that likewise escalated and heightened my own obvious arousal. Unlike me however...Diane was more than happy to come as I devoured her cunt. Hearing her cry out contentedly while doing so, tasting the sweetness of her more than ample juice as it poured into my mouth, damn near triggered an orgasm for me even without being touched. She had hardly even come down from her climatic bliss when suddenly her pager went off. Before I could even ask her what was going on, she scrambled out of bed, snatching it up, reading the message. "What is it?" "Green light," She said reading the two simple words, that apparently told her everything. "It would appear, we're pushing up the schedule. Chris color-coded every possible situation that might arise. Green light means...we have to act now. Your cousin is starting to wake up!" ** In less than a few minutes, there was a sudden flurry of activity. Diane had dressed in what seemed like the blink of an eye, suddenly looking professional once again. I peeked around the corner looking into the room adjacent to mine. It was an odd looking combination of things. On the one hand, somewhat clinical, like a miniature hospital room to some degree. Monitors and equipment, all set to go. Three beds, one single on each side of a pulled curtain, a fairly good-sized double bed sandwiched in the middle of those two, but with far more comfortable looking satin sheets, red in color even, along with large fluffy comfortable looking pillows. It looked rather odd from my standpoint, though I understood the intent to some degree. I hadn't considered the fact that we'd be doing this, right there in the middle of the two of them, though now it made sense that we would be as I stood there watching the final touches and preparations being made to the room. To my surprise, Chris suddenly appeared, helping two others wheel what was obviously her husband into the room. I was almost taken aback upon realizing who this was. Unlike my own body, looking as though it had merely been asleep when I had looked upon it, Chris's body...though well cared for, appeared quite gaunt. There had of course been a loss of muscle tone, her features looking thin and wane. I knew then the extra ordinary risks and precautions that were being taken at this point. "What happens if this does work?" I asked her. "What happens is...you'll have to be the one to react, and quickly. There is no doubt there will be a great deal of confusion, and uncertainty about all this if it does. I may be awake, and alert...but I doubt I'll have the faculties to be of much help to you, other than instruction. And that's only IF this even works," she once more reminded me. "And by the way...your cousins on the way here now. She's only about five minutes out from arrival. So...you ready for this? We're going to have to act quickly as it is. From what I understand...she's starting to show signs of waking up any time now." I glanced back at the center bed...realizing the moment was nearly here. Could we do this? Could we in fact achieve nirvana...enough so that Chris and I would experience simultaneous release. Though even if we didn't...try as I would, I was bound and determined to do so myself. Find a way to escape and reach Faye. According to Chris, I would need to re-inhabit my own body, regardless of her presence there, thus forcing her out, and dangerously enough...hoping that she then would find and re-inhabit her body. So much could go wrong. But the time was upon us. "I'm not taking any chances myself either," Chris told me. "Took one of these earlier, and now glad that I did," she said holding up what was obviously a Viagra. "Wanted to be ready for when the time came." She looked down, redirecting my eyes. I saw that she had a rather sizeable bulge already appearing in the slacks she was wearing. Thankfully, I was still pretty aroused myself from the long bout of foreplay I'd been enjoying with Diane. And then we both heard the elevator doors. "She's here," Chris stated unnecessarily as the doors opened, two additional staff members suddenly rolling my body into the room, placing it on the already prepared bed, quickly hooking Faye up to several monitors. She stirred slightly as they did that. "Come on, no time for dawdling here Howard...it's time to fuck!" ** There would be a staff member on each side of the curtain with our bodies. I smiled just a little realizing Diane would be sitting next to me. With luck, I'd be meeting her again shortly as myself. And the idea of them sitting there, listening to us was oddly arousing as well. Though the entire situation was bizarre enough as it was. Undressing, climbing into bed now, preparing to fuck with the hopes of achieving this "Little Death," something which still was nothing more than a working hypothesis...unproven. The lights came down just a little, as though on cue. It at least afforded the somewhat clinical surroundings a bit more of a seductive atmosphere, though any time for further seduction or prolonged foreplay was almost out of the question. Chris's hard stiff cock now before me, harder and stiffer perhaps than I'd ever seen it. I assumed the Viagra was doing its work, and hoped for her sake it would accomplish what appeared to be the impossible. "Let me be on top," I said suddenly. The thought of taking control, perhaps knowing better than she what I might need in order to get me there as quickly as I could seemed a reasonable expectation. Chris nodded her head knowingly, climbing up into the middle of the bed, presenting herself. "Make sure you play with my tits...a lot," I added to that. I knew that additional stimulation would go a long way in sending the kind of electrical surges I'd need to further intensify my pleasure...and hopefully my climax. I was already juicy wet. Still dripping from the very intense oral pleasuring I'd both received, and given only a short time ago. Climbing aboard...I wrapped my hands around Chris's prick, guiding it towards the opening of my pussy. I paused only for a moment, rubbing the head purposely and directly against my hard little clit, as though flipping on a light switch. Almost immediately I felt the electrical pulse of pre-orgasmic pleasure racing up and down my spine. The moment I felt that, I slithered down the entire length of her shaft until it filled me completely. Only then did I raise up, before slamming myself down again, impaling myself over and over as the intensity and speed of what now became our furious fucking took over. She Is Me... Ch. 04 Maybe it was my being on top that helped, though I felt that somewhat dangerous situation Chris had warned me about starting to invade my senses. What I felt, enjoyed and began to strive towards, was an intensity of pleasure, that I knew with a great deal of certainty, could only be experienced by a woman. As good as my own climaxes had been as a man, they were indeed different. Pleasurable yes, undeniably...and yet different. As Chris played with my breasts, rolling and tweaking my nipples, I felt surge after surge of pure unadulterated delight begin to seize the very core of my nerve center. I could feel my pussy pulsate, begin to contract, and throb deeply. Far deeper than ever before...like feeling a heartbeat between my legs rather than in my chest. I could feel myself succumbing to the ecstasy of being a woman...the temptation to remain so actually evading my thoughts. "Oh fuck Howard...you feel so good, so tight, so wet...so wonderful!" Chris spoke suddenly. I think that saved me. Just hearing my name, reminding me who I really was, what we were actually doing here, or at least trying to do. I opened my eyes, looking down at her in the subdued light, looking into her eyes. "Her eyes," I thought to myself. Not Steven's eyes...but her eyes. She was indeed in there, just as I was in here. I could see by the expression on her face she was desperately trying to hold on...waiting for me, straining with every fiber of her being to keep from losing control. "I'm going to cum Chris. Oh fuck...I'm going to cum!" Almost the moment I said that, I felt my pussy contract once again, and then clench even tighter...the internal explosion, indeed earth-shattering. Tremblers of pure sweet ecstasy now coursing throughout my entire body all at once, in every direction at once. And as they did, I felt this almost foreign sensation suddenly pummeling the inside of my fuck tunnel. Chris was emptying herself into me simultaneously, the cry of bliss escaping her lungs sounding more like a woman's than a man's...just the opposite as I likewise heard myself crying out. It was now...or never. ** It felt like a blink of a blink. Time stopped. All movement stopped, no sound came...nothingness. Two forms below me, twisted, joined, features and faces frozen as though sculptured, forever captured as statues in another time and place. I felt myself neither here, nor there, and then suddenly on the other side of the curtain. My own body there before me. I entered. And as I did...I heard a scream. And then two screams...one of them my own. ** "What the fuck!" Another scream of alarm, fear...panic. "Who are you...where am I? What the hell is going on here?" Faye called out, scrambling now. Suddenly all at once, everything seemed to explode in a flurry of movement, voices calling out, sounds of uncertainty, surprise...total and complete confusion. "Faye!" I called out myself then, having scrambled to my feet, and yet stumbling. Still weak from too prolonged a stay off them, I careened through the curtained wall, almost collapsing onto the bed myself as Faye just then managed to disengage herself from Steven, looking down at him, and then over towards me as I all but collapsed on his still prone form. The look on her face understandable, her mouth opened prepared to scream once more though no sound came out. Her eyes wide in surprise at seeing me. "Howard?" "Faye!" I said reaching out to her. "There's a lot you need to hear that you don't understand yet. You're going to need to trust me on this one honey...trust me, and listen to me." Even then she looked as though she was ready to bolt from the room, until the other curtain parted, Chris...Christine, laying on the table looking over, tears in her eyes...and yet too weak to move or do much of anything but speak. "Steven...my Steven," she just managed, looking over, lifting one hand up in his direction as he now too seemed to come to his senses, looking over towards the long held comatose body of his wife, no doubt wondering why she looked the way she did, and why she was simply laying there like she was. "Christine? What...what's happened here? How's this even possible? What's going on here?" He now likewise asked, questioning the same things that Faye had, the two of them coming into themselves, joined...fucking climaxing together upon waking up, involved intimately with a complete and total stranger. I was now laughing deliriously, Faye looking at me like I had lost my mind. And perhaps I had. It felt good being me again, though I was still trying to regain the faculties of my own body. I felt like a wet rag, thoroughly ringed out, trying to find strength, at last reaching her...reaching Faye as my hand gathered hers into mine. "It's ok Faye...I can fully explain this...we all can. But you're never gonna believe it." ** It took a long time to explain. And even then, a lot longer before either Steven or Faye was able to even remotely comprehend what we'd been trying to tell them. It would take longer still for Chris to explain the last ten years of her life...to convince Steven that the memories he now held, weren't from yesterday...but from ten or more years previous. Luckily for me, I didn't have that long to tell Faye about, the changes subtle, and yet enough to make her realize that time had passed, something strange and yet miraculous had happened. I was at least now sporting a few days growth of beard, which actually seemed to help to some degree. Faye had gone from outrage, to confusion and shock, and then finally to embarrassment, only now realizing she'd been sitting here the entire time, still naked, especially in front of me. There was a lot I still hadn't told her, and no real idea as to how to even begin. Only when both she and Steven finally began to accept the fact this wasn't some sort of gigantic hoax, and that what Christine and I had been telling them, had indeed happened, did they finally begin to come to terms with it. "So I've actually been in the hospital the entire time...in your body," she said back to me, repeating my very words, as though needing to say them and hear them for herself. "Exactly." "Which also means..." she left off looking at me, and then down at herself, which is when she realized she was indeed still naked. "Ah yeah...it does," I said a bit sheepishly. "And like I said Faye, there's probably a few other things I should tell you about all of this. And I'm not really sure how you're going to receive it when I do...but obviously there's a few things you probably should know." "I can only imagine," she said putting on her robe again, though at least she was smiling, still shaking her head in disbelief. "Obviously...if everything you've told me is true...you've been functioning normally, in my body then." "Well, as normally as possible I guess you could say. It did take a little getting used to. It's not every day you wake up with a nice pair of boobs on your chest." At least she did laugh at that one. "So you think they're nice huh do you?" "Oh yeah. Very. But before I tell you a few other things you probably should know, maybe it would be best if I asked you a couple of other questions first before doing that." We had both dressed by now, riding down the elevator together, heading back to my place again. Though we'd agreed to meet with both Steven and Christine in a couple of days to further discuss all that had happened, answer any additional questions Christine and I were fairly sure they'd have...and take things from there. Besides...they had a lot of catching up to do themselves. A LOT of catching up to do after ten years. "Well, after being in my body for the past few days, I guess there's very little you DON'T know about me...at least physically anyway," she again blushed. "So go ahead...what do you want to know?" I swallowed, fearful of what she might do...or say to me after I asked her, but I knew I would have to. "Ok, here it goes Faye. I was wondering..." I swallowed again, nervous, though continuing. "Have you...ah, have you...have you ever been with another woman?" The elevator doors opened just at that moment, and she nearly stumbled going through them, though she then turned towards me, looking at me curiously. "And why would you be wondering or asking that?" She posed...though saved me the awkwardness of asking her again. "But...since you obviously do need to know for some reason, and since I think I'm not going to know the reason behind it until I do...the answer is yes Howard. I have. So...now that you know I have a bit of a kinky side, why did you ask me that anyway?" I took her hand in mine, heading towards the doors that would take us outside to the waiting limousine that Christine had called ahead for, and had waiting for us. "Well it's like this Faye. My neighbors...Sharon and Jillian? They're...well, you see, they're lesbians, and we've known each other for a fairly long time. And well...you see, after I came home as you...well..." And then I told her the rest of the story. ** Somehow, we made it into my apartment without running into anyone. Faye walked over to the couch, throwing our purse down onto it, sitting down. "You know the one thing that really pisses me off about all of this?" I was almost afraid to ask. "What?" "For years...I wondered what it might be like, feel like...to actually have a cock. And the ONE time I actually do, I can't remember a damn thing!" I actually breathed a sigh of relief. "Well Faye, if you want...I'll be glad to give you mine, wanna see it?" I said actually joking with her, trying to lighten up the mood just a little. She reached up, starting to undo the buttons on her blouse. "Well, that's a start," she said wickedly. End