6 comments/ 25885 views/ 15 favorites Impact Ch. 01 By: tsto123 I was lost in the darkness. I knew I should be able to wake up, but couldn't. Had something happened to me? Where was I? I had an impression of driving, an icy road, and losing control. Was that real, or was it a dream? My dreams were a mish-mash of images that I couldn't quite focus on. I was aware they were dreams, which is why I was certain I should be able to wake up. Finally a sound came to my ears. It was a beeping sound, rhythmic and slow, also -- no definitely -- electronic in nature. I listened for a great long while, becoming aware of my own breathing first, then sensations in my body. The feeling of my feet under cloth. The weight of a blanket on me. An itching on the back of my hand, and the feeling of a tube there. The uncomfortable sensation of a catheter. I put it together, I was in a hospital. The foggy remembrance of an icy road might have been real after all. I also had a bad taste in my mouth -- like how I thought cotton balls should taste, cotton balls and dust. I tried to open my eyes, but there was something over them. Bandages I assumed. I wanted to move my right hand over and scratch the itch on the left where the IV was obviously inserted. It moved sluggishly, as if not quite remembering how to. It was also stopped in less than an inch. Ok, so my arms were restrained -- why would my arms be restrained? Maybe so I couldn't move and hurt myself more? I checked, both arms were restrained. My ankles were as well. I also realized there was yet another strap across my hips. Wow, it must have been some wreck to nearly immobilize me like this. I worked some spit into my mouth. It took a while. Eventually, I croaked, "Hello?" Nothing happened. I waited, and nothing continued to happen. I croaked again, "Anybody there?" My throat was sore, obviously from lack of use. Where had I been driving? I couldn't remember. What could I remember? Flashes of something. Fuzzy flashes. Nothing concrete, nothing I could sink my teeth into and remember. I panicked a bit. What was my name? Surely I should know my own name. It swam up from my subconscious somewhere in a rich voice, my name was Mandy. I sighed, at least I knew my own name. It didn't sit quite right though. Had I always been Mandy? Was that a nickname or short version of Amanda? Did only my friends call me Mandy? My thoughts were interrupted by a door opening and footsteps approaching me. I caught a faint whiff of flowers before a woman's voice said, "Amanda, are you awake?" I practically sobbed with relief - I was right, it was Amanda. "Yes," my voice was whisper quiet. "Oh, thank God," the voice said, "we have been so worried about you." "Wha," I started before my voice failed again. I tried to work up some spit, and the voice said, "Here, drink this." The end of a straw was placed against my lips, and I sucked in cool water. It felt wonderful, even if swallowing it was a bit painful. I tried again after a few good long pulls on the straw, "What happened?" My voice was normal, but I really didn't recognize it. Maybe the pain in my throat explained that. "You were in a car accident," the voice told me, "you've been in the hospital for months." I was shocked. Months had gone by? "Why can't I see?" I asked her. "Oh," she said, "Your face got badly damaged, and they had to do facial reconstructive surgery. You've had six operations in total to fix your face I'm afraid. The last one was only about a week ago. We think it was the last one. Everything should be back to normal -- we hope." "Can you take the bandages off?" I asked. I'd been in the dark so long, I wanted to see again. "Sure sweetheart," she told me, "I was going to take them off today anyway." I could feel her hands on the side of my head as she undid the little hooks holding the bandages in place, then she started unwinding. It got brighter and I winced. "Let me turn the lights down lower and close the blinds," she said, and put the bandages down. They fell to my chest in a wad. I heard her click something then the rustle of venetian blinds. She came back, "Better?" It was dimmer, and the light wasn't hurting my eyes anymore. "Better." She continued to unwind, then took the pads off my eyes, and gasped, "Wow, you look perfect!" I opened my eyes for what seemed like the first time in forever. I had to blink a few times against the brightness even in the dim room. A few moments past, and things came into focus. I was in a private hospital room. A very nice private hospital room. The walls were a champagne color with tasteful images of flowers and idyllic nature. A simple window, now covered by the blinds, was to my left, and real dark wood furniture -- a chest of drawers, a wardrobe, and a vanity were to my right. At the foot of the bed, there was a tv stand made of cherry or possibly oak, with at least a 60" LCD on it. In fact, the only thing that screamed hospital at all was the bed I was in with its high railings and the IV and monitor beside it, and a bin on the wall with the biohazard sign on it. I assumed that was for needles or sharps, or whatever they called the things. My nurse was a petite older woman, probably in her late fifties or so based on the greying hair. She had kind hazel eyes and wrinkles. Her nurse's uniform identified her as Maeve. "Oh, where are my manners," she said, and picked up a hand mirror that she held up for me. I focused on it, and a stunning heart shaped face with perfect bee-stung lips and vivid blue eyes looked back at me. The crown of brown hair fell around the face adding contrast and depth. The image blinked long luscious lashed at the same time I did, and I was startled to realize that I was looking at myself. It took me a long moment to come to grips with that. I literally could not remember that this is what I looked like. I had to admit, I was pretty stunning. "Now," Maeve said, "I think you are past tearing stiches in your sleep -- which is why we had you restrained. Let me remove these bindings." She unbuckled my right hand, then went around the bed and released the left one as well. I rubbed at the tape behind the IV, where it still itched. It was awkward, however, as my boobs were getting in the way. I looked at my chest. I had pretty big boobs. Did I remember having big boobs? I couldn't remember a time in my life when I'd had big breasts. Surely that was something a girl would remember -- wasn't it? Although, I had to admit that I couldn't really recall much of anything of my life. I felt I should mention this, "Maeve," I said slowly, "I think I have amnesia. I can't remember much of anything." She tut-tutted, "It was a pretty bad accident, and you had a big head wound. Cracked your skull pretty fiercely. I'm sure it will all come back soon enough." She unbuckled the strap across my waist. "Now dear, I need to take the catheter out -- are you ok with that?" The tube felt uncomfortable now that she drew my attention to it, "I guess so." Maeve pulled back my covers. I was dressed in a hospital gown that was tied at the side. Maeve twitched the fabric aside, and as the hospital bed was slightly angled up, I could see the catheter as it entered my penis. My brain did a flip-flop. Why did I have a penis? Everything about me screamed female. I had a woman's face -- I had seen that in the mirror. I had breasts. I could tell by the way that the gown fell that I had a small waist and flared hips. How in the world did I also have a penis? Maeve said, "This might feel a bit weird dear." She pulled gently on the catheter and drew it out of my body. It felt very strange and weird. I was really glad when it was out, however. Maeve wheeled the small stand that held the collection bag, and its tube, down to the end of the bed. There she unbuckled my feet as well. "Ok," she looked at me, "I need to take you to the actual bathroom -- make sure everything is working. I'm not sure you have the strength to get up, I should probably call for some help." I did feel weak. Not only from lack of strength, but from shear confusion. Was I a transsexual? Isn't gender identity something you would think would stick in your mind? Apparently not, as I had no clue whatsoever. Since I didn't have any memories of my own to draw on, it isn't like I could call up going into the men's room, the woman's room, or changing for gym class. I was still mulling this over when an orderly, a fairly large, muscular guy with a goatee and a barbwire leaf motif tattoo on one arm came in to help. His name tag said 'Danny'. He offered me his hand, "Miss?" I took his hand in one of mine, and Maeve came to the other side. Between them, they managed to get me upright. My legs were far too weak to hold me, but they managed to support me the 12 paces it took to get to the bathroom. They helped me sit on the toilet, and the hospital gown flared enough to hide my modesty, for which I was grateful. "We'll be right outside," Maeve patted me on the shoulder, "if you need is." I sat, wondering if I could pee. I was hoping so, because otherwise I was certain they would have to put the catheter back in, and I really didn't want that. Eventually a small trickle came out. I was relieved. I took a square of toilet paper and dried the tip, then flushed and made sure my gown was in place. I tried to get up, but it was hard. My legs protested. The hand rails helped, and I managed to get to a standing position -- even though my legs were really wobbly. I was pretty much stuck at that though, I wasn't willing to risk crashing to the floor, and the hand rails didn't go all the way to the door. "Maeve?" I called out. The door opened, and Danny came in to help me, "Sorry, Miss, Maeve got called away. Let me help you back to the bed." It wasn't so much a help, as me leaning heavily against him. He didn't seem to notice. I couldn't remember how tall I was, but whatever height I was, he was at least 6 inches taller. He was also built like a wall. We got back to the bed, and he helped me into it. As I adjusted my gown to make sure I wasn't flashing him, I did realize he was sporting a massive hard on. It was a little hard not to notice as the front of his pants were straining under it influence. I decided it was the best course not to draw attention to it. "Thanks, Danny," I told him. He smiled, "No problem." He made sure I was all tucked back in, "Would you like something to eat? Its early afternoon, but I should be able to find you some food." I realized I was super hungry, "That would be awesome." My stomach growled at the thought of actual food. "I might even hit the jackpot and find you some of the lime Jell-O," he smiled. He turned to walk away, and looked surreptitiously at the bulge in his pants. Somehow I was incredibly turned on, and I really wanted to know what he was hiding in those pants of his. I could envision myself undoing the button and zipper, then pulling out his long, hard cock and wrapping my lips around it. That somehow doing that would make me feel complete, make me feel like I was doing what I was supposed to. The door closed behind Danny without me doing anything about it. The urge stayed there though. I was obviously a transsexual, and with thoughts like that, I was obviously attracted to men. I couldn't remember actually being with anyone -- man or woman -- but although I was now super horny, I took it as a good sign that some part of me was coming back. Maybe I always had thoughts like these? I was also, I realized, sporting my own erection from the thoughts. I shifted a bit and reached under the covers to adjust myself to a better position. Touching my own cock brought a flash of memory. I recalled the first time I'd masturbated. It had been the summer I turned sixteen, and Sally Jenkins and I had hidden in her parent's barn. We'd kissed, then she had decided we needed to 'show each other'. We had shyly taken off our clothes and looked at each other's bodies. Her breasts and the dark thatch of hair between her legs were seared into my memory. She had masturbated for me, and I had masturbated for her. She thought it was funny when cum had shot out of my dick and landed on her leg. That was all there was to the memory. I didn't know if I'd ever seen her again, if we'd ever done anything else together. I guess that first kiss and the first time I'd seen a girl naked had been enough to make it a vivid memory. I tried to think about Sally, but it was a blank slate. I was still gently stroking myself when I heard the door handle turn, and withdrew my hand quickly. Danny came back into the room wheeling a cart with food on it. There were a couple covered dishes and a saran wrapped bowl of green Jell-O. "Hey," he said, "It does indeed look like I hit the jackpot." God, I felt so horny, I wanted nothing more than to rip his cock out of his pants and suck on it. "Are you ok?" He asked me, and I realized I hadn't lifted my eyes from staring at his crotch thinking about how good it would feel to have the length of him in my mouth. I cleared my throat, "Sorry, I was daydreaming and trying to remember anything at all." He sat on the side of the bed, and looked into my eyes, "Maeve told me you couldn't remember anything. It must be really hard not remembering anything." I nodded, noticing that his crotch was within a hand's reach. All I had to do was reach out and touch the bulge there. It would be so easy. "Yeah. I don't even remember the accident." He nodded solemnly, "Maybe that is a good thing? After all, it seems like the plastic surgeons did a fantastic job. I saw some pictured of what you looked like when you were admitted, and it was not good. I would say you're one lucky girl -- like you hit the jackpot." My hand twitched on its own, and I only just barely caught myself before it was in his lap. He stood to draw the cart closer, and my eyes were once again fixed on the bulge in his pants. I needed his cock more than I needed food. It was all I could think about. Sucking his cock would make me so happy. It would complete me. I needed to have his cock in my mouth. I needed the smooth texture against my tongue and to breathe in his manly scent. "Amanda?" He asked. I broke off my gaze and looked up at him, feeling wretched. He smiled down at me, and took my hand. He placed it gently on his crotch. That was all I needed. Weak though I was, I was fumbling at the button and zipper. He helped, and his pants fell away as he pushed them and his boxers down. Now naked from the waist down, his glorious member came into view. It was magnificent. A good eight or nine inches, bulging with veins, and a questing glans just pushing out from the foreskin. He straddled me on the bed, his cock right in front of my face. I wrapped one hand around it, feeling the warm soft skin contrast against the hardness of him, then pulled him into my mouth. It was everything I hoped it would be. His pre-cum was already oozing a bit and tasted wonderful. The salty tang was just what I needed. I used my hand as an extension of my mouth, to both move the skin on the shaft for added sensation, but also to prevent him from going too deep into my throat. I sucked and slurped, my tongue trying to be everywhere at once on his amazing dick. My other hand found his balls, and I couldn't get enough of them. They felt so soft, warm, and alive in my hand. I felt his balls start to contract, and knew without a doubt that he was going to cum. His groans had grown too, and I knew that he was feeling wonderful. That I was making him feel that way. That this is what I was really good at, and what I was supposed to be doing. I went faster, wanting that cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste his load, to roll it around my mouth and savor it before swallowing it. He didn't disappoint. His cock jumped a bit in my mouth, then hot sperm filled my mouth. The salty, yet slightly sweet, fluid was everything I had hoped for. My taste buds went wild for it, and I continued to pump him, wanting every drop. He was good for 3 long spurts into my mouth, and after I swallowed it all, I used my tongue to probe the end of his urethra for anything I might have left behind. Reluctantly I withdrew, his now semi-erect cock popping from my mouth. I felt better than I had since waking up. I was also aware that I had reached orgasm at the same time he had. There was warm, wet, and sticky against the gown and my abdomen. I felt slightly embarrassed about that. There was also no way I was telling Danny about it either. "Wow, Amanda," he breathed, "you are amazing." "I try," I giggled. Did I giggle? I guess I did. "I guess I just really needed to do that." He got off the bed, and I was sorry to see him go. I wanted to grab that tight ass of his, pull his cock back into my mouth, and see if I could make junior wake up again. "You should probably eat the food I brought you," He actually wheeled it into place now. Then he lifted off the covers. It was some shredded chicken, rice, and carrots on one plate. The other held mashed potatoes, corn, and a couple slices of turkey with brown gravy. I inhaled deeply, then grabbed a fork and had a mouthful of the potatoes before I'd even thanked him. Around the full mouth, I sighed out, "Thanks!" He laughed, "I should thank you -- that was the best blowjob I've had in a long time. I really hit the jackpot this morning when I pulled my shift." I wanted him again. I wanted his cock again. I wanted it in my mouth, and I think I even wanted him to bury the length of it in my ass. I could envision lying with my head down, my ass up, and his hips slapping against my cheeks as his long, hot cock pounded deep inside me. I blinked a couple of times. The food was really distracting. It was a close call of telling Danny to take me, or another mouthful of potato. "Amanda," he said softly, "You eat, I'll be back later to collect the dishes." I watched him go. When the door closed, and I knew he wasn't coming back immediately -- no matter how my mouth and ass ached for him to fill them -- I shifted my attention back to the food. I ate everything -- including the famous lime Jell-O -- which wasn't all that good. When I was done wolfing down the food, and my belly was full, I used one of the napkins to clean myself up a bit. My cum had mostly dried, leaving me a little itchy, but a bit of my own spit loosened it up. The wet spot in my gown would dry eventually. My mood was buoyed by feeling full, and there was some relaxation inherent in an after orgasm state. I basked in it, fantasizing about what I wanted to do to Danny when he returned. It occurred to me that I was acting like a slut. Here I was, unable to recall much of anything, and the first guy I see I go down on? What kind of girl was I? I realized I wasn't a genetic girl, but I'd really wanted to be while I was sucking on Danny. It wasn't love, I definitely didn't love him, I was just craving sex. I wanted it to validate myself. God, when had that happened? When was that an ok thing? Why would having sex with a complete stranger be an ok way to validate my own sense of being? Sure, I could argue with myself on this point, but the truth was, my subconscious was telling me that was the case. That being wanted by, and having sex with, multiple men was the only way of measuring my own value. I tried to find another memory somewhere in my own skull. When had I changed from the shy boy who masturbated with Sally, and was completely embarrassed when I shot sperm onto her leg. So embarrassed that it was at least a week before I could talk to her properly again, and another week after that that we had experimented further and I'd licked her pussy and she had sucked my cock. Electricity shot through me. I remembered more of my relationship with Sally. I remembered exploring sex with Sally. It had been one of the best summers of my life. We'd spent hours enjoying each other's bodies in that barn. I'd loved her so completely that I could never stop thinking about her, and we'd been together all through the remainder of high school. Impact Ch. 01 The memories flooded back like a valve had been broken open. Sally and I in our first threesome with little Jenny Mitchell. The sheer joy on Sally's face as I fucked Jenny, and Jenny's face was buried in Sally's cunt. Sally licking my creampie from Jenny with wild abandon. The first time she told me she wanted to try anal sex. That had been in college. My fears that I would hurt her, her intense pleasure when we got everything right on the third attempt. Our ongoing relationship with Heather Williams as a third sexual partner. The mind blowing sex after graduation where Sally had stuck her finger in my ass for the first time while I was fucking Heather. The exploration of bondage games, after we'd gotten married, when Sally and I had tied up Heather and done all sorts of things to her -- including introducing her to anal sex for the first time against her will. Heather and I tying up Sally. Sally and Heather tying me up, and Heather taking her revenge against my anus with a strap-on dildo. Then the difficult part in our relationship. Sally admitted she wanted to see me suck another man's cock. She had made me suck on dildos -- sometimes dildos that had been in her pussy, sometimes her ass, sometimes in Heather, and sometimes in my own ass. Now she wanted to see the real thing. She wanted to see me with a real cock in my mouth. I had adamantly refused. I wasn't going to do that. It was the first time we had ever come to a disagreement about anything related to our sex lives -- or our lives in general. Our sex lives changed. Sally wanted to tie me up more and more. She was relentless about fucking my ass, and the only intercourse I was having was with Heather. More often than not, Sally wouldn't even let me reach completion, but left me unsatisfied -- or leaving me to satisfy myself. Heather enjoyed watching me suffer under Sally's dominance. Sally's parents died that fall. It had been a terrible blow, and we had reconciled. We'd gone back to our normal ways -- although I could tell that Sally really still wanted a three-way with another guy. My biggest contention, I remembered now, was that I didn't want another guy to ever have sex with Sally. She had been my first, I had been hers. I couldn't stand the thought of another guy in her for any reason. I'd eventually told her that as we lay in the dark a few weeks after her parents passing. She had understood. She had asked if I would consider a three-way with a guy if she promised me that he would never fuck him -- that no other guy would ever penetrate her unless I was 100% ok with it. It turned out that Sally's parent's farm, the one we'd first experimented at, was worth millions because of the minerals beneath it. A company offered her a veritable fortune for the land, and we had sold it, becoming very rich. With the idleness of the rich, Sally pressured me more and more for a man on man encounter. I'd blown up on her finally, sometime around February the following year, saying I wasn't ready. Her yelling that I would never be ready. I'd stormed out of our house and got in the car. I'd torn off, leaving a trail of gravel and snow behind me. I hadn't been thinking straight. I was worried I was going to lose Sally over this. The strain had already caused Heather to find her own place -- which was where I was driving to. Maybe Heather had a clue on how to deal with the whole situation. I'd been taking the turn at Oxfarm Street, a sharp little switchback, when my car had lost traction on the road. I'd been driving way too fast anyway, tears in my eyes, and couldn't correct in time. I remembered seeing the ditch yawning in front of me as the car plummeted off the road. Then intense pain. Then nothing but a feeling of being lost in the dark. I blinked a few times. It was a lot to process. I remembered everything now. I remembered everything except when I'd become mostly a woman. Stunned, I took the remote from where it was attached with Velcro to the bed, and turned on the TV. I flipped through some stations, looking for something to tell me the date. I found the weather channel of all things telling me that it was a wonderful August 21st. I did a quick calculation on the date; the accident had been 18 months ago. My whole body felt cold. Had I been in this hospital for that long? If I'd been that badly hurt in the accident, why had they decided to fix me, and make me a woman? I put my hand under my gown and felt at the base of my breasts. There was a tiny incision scar under each one. I'd known they would be there the moment I saw my penis, but still, it was a shock. Somebody had given me breast implants from the time I'd been in the accident to now. Also, my voice sounded nothing like it had before. It was completely different. How does a voice change? How does it get to sound feminine when it didn't used to be? Danny came back in, "Hey, Amanda, you done with the dishes yet? I need to get them down to the kitchen." I looked up at him dully, 'Amanda'. Where had that name come from? My name was Jack -- always had been. Then it struck me, when we were young, my fascination with Sally's pussy had caused her to give it a name. She claimed I wanted to spend more time with 'Amanda' than I did with her. I waved at the dishes, "Sure. Thanks." Had Sally done all of this? Had she pieced me back together after the accident, but in the way she wanted? If so, why was I so suddenly attracted to guys? Why wasn't it just a physical change? Not that I wasn't mad as hell about that. I know she was my wife, but this was way over the top of anything she had ever done. It took kinky, went over the line, killed the line, and danced on its grave. Danny said, "Are you sure you are ok?" I smiled weakly at him, "No, I'm not ok." He reached out to pat me or comfort me, and I recoiled a bit, not wanting to be touched. He frowned, saddened by my sadness I thought. "I'm sorry," he said to fill the awkward silence growing between us. "And just a few hours ago it was like you'd won the jackpot." That word again. He kept on using it. Also, my god was I horny. It was like a fire had been lit in my brain, and all I wanted was sexual release. My brain caught up, it was some sort of trigger word. Every time he said it, it was like my libido went into overdrive. Images of his cock filled my mind. I wanted his cock. How was this possible? My mind was fighting itself. I closed my eyes, trying to push the feelings down. I felt Danny lift my chin in his huge hand, "Oh, Amanda, it looks like you've remembered some things. I bet you feel like you've won the jackpot." I couldn't think, my body was responding on its own. My eyes opened to see his right in front of me, and I leaned forward to kiss him, my libido going after what it wanted regardless of my thoughts. I'm not sure when he stripped the sheets away, or when my gown had followed them. I wanted his mouth on my breasts, and he obliged, sucking one, then the other. I moaned when his teeth grazed each nipple. His hand was between my legs, massaging my dick. I didn't want that, I wanted his cock there. I pulled his head up from my breasts, kissed him, and continued to push him up. He got the hint, and I grabbed his ass with both hands, my tongue teasing his balls, then gliding up the length of him to the glans. I sucked him in, the feeling of my mouth being filled by cock setting off tremors throughout my own body. My dick got hard. I wanted him to spill in my mouth again -- but more than that, I wanted him in me. I got him nice and sloppy wet. "Fuck me," I moaned. He slid down my body, trailing kisses as he did, then pushed my legs up. He spat on my asshole, then he was inside me. It was glorious. Every nerve ending in my body was suddenly alive. I used my legs, weak as they were, to pull him into me further on his thrusts. This is what I wanted -- this was all I wanted -- I needed to be filled by long hard cocks. His mouth found my right nipple and latched on. It was electric, sending waves of pleasure down my body to mingle with the waves of pleasure flowing up from the feel of his hard cock in me. "Faster," I panted, not feeling like I was getting enough. I felt an orgasm building. Not like one I had ever had though, this was an allover orgasm centered on the pleasure in my ass. I shuddered, the orgasm ripping through me in wave after wave. I was aware I was also spurting cum from my dick as a side effect of this, which just added to the pleasure. It was like two orgasms in one. Danny came then, his hot sperm filling my ass and adding its own lubrication as he pumped a few more times to complete his own orgasm. He rested on top of me catching his breath as sperm oozed out around his cock. I didn't know what part of that had been conditioning, or what part of it was the natural way it felt to be fucked by a real cock. My mind was still filled with static from the mind-blowing orgasm, and it was hard to put thoughts together coherently. Danny moved up onto his elbows, then withdrew from me. My body was definitely sorry to feel him go. I looked down at his sperm coated cock, and I desperately wanted to suck it clean for him. He seemed to sense that, as he climbed up until he was straddling me again, and I greedily took him back into my mouth. His taste was as wonderful as before -- maybe better. I kneaded his buttocks as I sucked him deep, burying my nose in his pubic hair and inhaling his scent. My mind was telling me that this was my place, a man's cock -- a real man's cock -- in my mouth. He responded to my oral ministrations, and I felt him getting hard again. I slurped and sucked like a champion, but his release when it came was small. Still, it stirred things deep in me, bringing me a wave of satisfaction. When I released him from my mouth this time, and he got off the bed, I was sexually sated. My body was weak, I knew that, but the after-sex glow was also making my limbs heavy and my eyes were fighting to stay open. He kissed me, "You need rest. Let me tuck you in." He did so, and I felt myself drifting off to sleep. I stirred at some point later, cracking my eyes open in the near darkness of the room. There was a soft voice telling me to relax and close my eyes. It told me to listen to the voice and relax. I did so, feeling very relaxed already. It was so soothing. I listened to the voice, and drifted in great peace and contentment. It was telling me how I craved cock, that the only way to get to pleasure was through a man's cock. That I needed to feel it in my mouth or in my ass. I had the distinct feeling I had heard this many, many times before. I was so relaxed, my limbs so heavy, my body so content. The voice, soft, female, completely reasonable told me to imagine being sexually aroused. The most sexually aroused I had ever been. I pictured it in my mind -- a night when Sally and I had literally torn each other's clothing off after we'd been apart for a couple weeks because I had been visiting my parents and she hadn't been able to come with me. Our reunion was so filled with passion and raw need, I had ached for her touch. The voice asked me to hold that in my mind. Then it asked me to imagine passion greater than that -- twice as much. I could, my body aching with it. Then twice that level. My body felt like it was on fire. Like only way the fire could be quenched was with sexual release. The woman continued, telling me how good this was, that this need was proper. That it was what I wanted. That I could recall this powerful need anytime I wanted, and that the best way was to hear other people tell me it was ok. That they would use the word 'jackpot' to tell me how much they wanted to help me with my sexual need. The voice told me I was going to leave my trance and drift into real sleep. I would be completely refreshed, and have had the best night's sleep. That I would shift from trance to sleep when I heard her say the word 'feminine' three times - that this word encompassed everything I wanted to be, and was the perfect word to go from trace to sleep. That when I slept, I wouldn't remember being in a trace, that I wouldn't remember anything about this, but my body would still react and remember to everything. "Feminine, feminine, feminine," she said, and I slept. I woke in the morning feeling very refreshed and well rested. I couldn't really recall my dreams, but it didn't bother me. What was bothering me was how I had ended up like this, and why wasn't I pissed about it? Here I was, with huge tits, a very female looking body and face, and I'd not only had sex with another guy, I'd done it twice. However, nature had a much tighter hold on me. I needed to get to the bathroom. I almost pulled the cord to summon help, but knew it could be Danny that answered. I didn't want to think about that -- I didn't want to know what my reaction would be to seeing him and then, obviously, thinking about his long, hard, yummy cock. God, I was already thinking about it. I shifted and lowered my legs off the edge of the bed and onto the floor. They ached a bit, but I thought they could take my weight -- as I was definitely significantly thinner that I used to be before the accident. I was right, they did take my weight. My balance was off though, and I stumbled a little bit getting to the bathroom. Not enough to go down on my face, but enough that I was reaching for the wall and door frame before I got there. Once inside, I had the hand rails to work with, and got onto the toilet to relieve myself. I looked at the shower. I definitely wanted one of those -- but I wasn't certain I could stand long enough to take one. Still, I had dried cum on my abdomen, and dried cum on my ass and legs. I felt a shower would be totally in order. There was even another hospital gown hanging on the back of the door. My mind made up, I flushed the toilet and pulled myself up with the hand rails. I got into the shower and turned it on. The hot water felt great, and I carefully scrubbed myself clean -- always using one hand to support myself. Long hair wasn't something I was used to, but there was shampoo, and I'd seen Sally and Heather wash their hair enough times. I think I figured it out. I did marvel at and play with my breasts a bit more than was probably necessary. They felt real enough, responding to my touch. It all felt like me, but obviously they were implants. My nipples were super sensitive and stood out like little fingers when I played with them. I moaned softly when I did that. I liked them to be touched -- which was also something new, having hated it in the past -- and pinching and twisting them set off fires throughout my body. I started thinking on how I needed to be filled completely, and froze up. Where was all of this coming from? Why was I horny all the time, and why did I keep imagining that it was cocks that would satisfy me? I loved Sally and cared deeply about Heather. I loved the way both of their bodies reacted to what we were doing -- including the little wheezing whine that Sally got when orgasms were chaining together for her. Knowing I was doing that to her always made me even harder. I was relieved when memories of her body did cause a physical reaction in the form of an erection -- but I didn't really want to masturbate, no matter how horny I was feeling. Dissatisfied sexually, and seemingly unable to satisfy myself, I turned off the water and got out of the shower. I carefully dried off with a towel hanging on a rack, then took the new gown and slipped it on. I was feeling so much better, and so much more alive. I even realized there was a toothbrush and toothpaste, so I did that as well, washing what felt like months of muck of my teeth. Very much buoyed, I went back to my room. Maeve was just finishing changing the sheets, and there was another cart with breakfast food on it. My stomach growled. "I'm glad you're up on your own," she told me, "I was wondering if I was going to have to help you this morning. When you didn't buzz for help, we assumed you were still sleeping." I sat on the newly made bed, "I managed." I pulled the food to me, it smelled fantastic. There was orange juice, pancakes, and bacon. There was also a bowl of oatmeal. I tucked in. Maeve laughed, "I see you have an appetite back. Do you remember anything yet?" I almost blurted out that I remembered everything, but something held me back from that -- and I'm not sure what. "No," I said around bacon, "nothing yet." She patted my shoulder, "Don't worry about it, dear. It will come back eventually." "I'm not worried about my memory," I told her, truthfully. What I was worried about, and yet kept on slipping from my mind, was why I was a girl now? Or transvestite, or transgendered person, or whatever the hell I was. Maeve took all the dirty laundry, she even took the towel and old gown from the bathroom. "Since you are doing so well, the doctor wants to examine you after breakfast." "Ok," I replied, spooning oatmeal into my mouth. Maeve left, and I finished my breakfast. Sally must have been behind my transformation. I'd been hurt in the accident, and this is how Sally had them put me back together. I just didn't get why. I knew our bone of contention had been about me having sex with a guy -- but this was really extreme. I couldn't really picture her doing it -- even though we had been fighting, she loved me. I burped, a not very lady like action and felt a bit embarrassed, even though there was nobody to hear it. Still, I shouldn't act that way -- I should have covered it with a napkin. I sat back on the bed, and not knowing what else to do, I turned on the TV to watch one of the morning shows. The door opened, and a middle-aged man in a doctor's coat walked in. He was wearing glasses and had a full beard, as well as a little extra around the middle. I thought he had a kind face, and twinkling eyes. "Amanda?" He asked. I was game to play along, because admitting anything else would mean I had my memory back. "Yes?" "I am here to do a few simple tests, to see how you are doing. Is that ok?" "Of course," I said. He checked my eyes with a pen flashlight -- probably checking the way they reacted. He took my pulse. He looked down my throat. He listened to my heart and lungs. "Well," he pronounced, "You look good. With a bit of exercise, you will rebuild the muscles that have weakened, and be good as new." "I'm glad to hear it," I told him. "When would you expect me to get my memory back?" "Yes," he said, consulting his notes, "Maeve said you couldn't remember. These things can be touchy, but I expect the littlest thing could trigger them, and bring them all back." He smiled at me, "Your family is coming to collect you later this morning, I believe." I was shocked, Sally was coming to collect me? How was I going to handle that? He took my shock for concern, "Oh, don't worry, it could be seeing them will bring back your memories." The TV switched segments, and Matt Lauer was talking about the upcoming PowerBall drawing worth over $300 million dollars. He said it was one of the biggest jackpots in a long while. I was suddenly really, really horny. My body aching with desire. I looked up at the doctor, helplessness, sexual frustration, and need plain on my face. I knew my body was arching toward him, and I wanted my hands inside his pants. The TV continued to discuss what would be the best things somebody that won a jackpot could do with the money. My mind was short circuiting, static filling my ears. All I could think about was needing, wanting, and craving a cock. "Are you ok?" The doctor looked concerned. The fires of desire in my body were nearly uncontrollable, and I wanted to rip this guy's clothes off. My mind fought itself, no, girls didn't act like that. I latched onto the only thing I could think of, "Just happy to have a family to go home to." Impact Ch. 01 He didn't look like he believed me, but nodded, "Ok, you call if you need anything." He left, and I was completely miserable. I couldn't even watch TV anymore, it was too hard to concentrate. All I could think about was how happy I would be to have Danny here -- or failing that, another man with his cock. I tried to focus on that. A big cock, with a nice mushroom head that I could wrap my lips around. That I could tease the end of his urethra with my tongue, swirl around the underside to the frenulum, down the shaft to his balls, popping them one after another into my mouth. The taste of the skin of his shaft, as I sucked him deep into my mouth, the glans bumping into the back of my throat. I realized I was crying from the frustration coursing through my body. There was a slight knock at the door, and it opened. A skinny Latino guy poked his head in, "Can I collect the breakfast dishes?" I just waved at them. He came in, and I was aware of him staring at me, "Miss?" I blinked, and focused on him, "Yes?" I realized how I must look, with tears slipping down my cheeks, and I tried to rub them away. He came to stand by the bedside, then reached out, knotting his hand in my hair. "I know what you need, you little sissy slut," he growled, and yanked me forward. He was already pulling his dick out of his pants, and ramming it toward my face. He was a monster -- much bigger than the one I had just been fantasizing about. "Suck it," he ordered. I opened my mouth around the head, and he slammed into me. I gagged as he found the backend of my throat, but he didn't seem to care, just using his hands to bob my head at the speed he wanted. I wanted this, I could tell, as my own cock was rock hard now. I shifted my position so I could better accommodate him with my mouth and throat. He was sliding in and out deeper and better now. I could taste the pre-cum, and it was amazing. I couldn't wait for the main show. He pulled me off of him abruptly, yanking my head back to look up at him, then he slapped me across the face and I saw stars. As I reeled, he easily pulled me from the bed, and flipped me on my stomach. He wrenched one of my arms behind me painfully, and I cried out. This seemed to excite him even more, as his cock was at my anus immediately. I couldn't take something that big, I was sure of it, but cold liquid splashed down on my crack, then he was pushing in. I grunted, in pain, but also in pleasure as he worked in. There wasn't enough lube, even with what he had added, and he backed out, added more, and then rammed home. I squealed as a wave of pleasure mixed with the feeling of being split open poured through me. He fucked me fast and hard, using his free hand to spank me. Each thrust also caused him to wrench my arm up higher, and I thought he was going to break it. My orgasm built, then exploded as he fucked me. It didn't stop him. He kept on going, and I had a second orgasm, then a third. God, this must be what girls felt all the time. Guys were so unlucky to only have one. I was cresting the wave of my fifth, maybe sixth orgasm - I was losing count when he pulled out of me. My ass felt empty, hollow, and grasped empty air wanting his cock back and buried in me. He spun me around again, and shoved me to my knees, which considering my lack of leg strength wasn't really all that hard. He grabbed my head in both hands, and pulled me back to his cock. I took it into my mouth -- tasting the lube, his pre-cum, and my own ass on him. It was only three or four bobs before he exploded in my mouth. SO much that it poured out the edges of my mouth. He yanked out, and shot the final rope of cum right onto the bridge of my nose and into my eyes. Then he was back in my mouth, and I hungrily sucked him clean. He released me, as I collapse on the floor, "You're a good fuck, you little slut." I peered up at him, cum still clinging to my eyelashes. He smiled, tucking his dick back into his pants. Then he took out his phone, and snapped a picture of my cum covered face, "So I can remember what a sweat little bitch you were." He left me on the floor, as he collected the breakfast tray and wheeled it out. I sat on the cold floor, my head spinning. I felt used and abused. I also felt so proper in my own head. I'd never felt so at peace with who I was before. This is what I was meant to do -- how real men were supposed to treat me. I pulled myself up. No, that couldn't be right, who wanted to be abused? Yet, the orgasms had been so intense, how could I deny it? I sat on the edge of the bed, aware that I was staining the new sheets with the lube smeared on my ass. I didn't care. I wiped cum off my brow with a finger, savoring its taste as I brought it to my lips without thinking. Why was I doing this? Was this what I wanted? Maybe I did. Maybe I wanted men to take me like that again and again. I knew I needed to get cleaned up -- if Sally was coming to collect me, I couldn't very well have some random guy's ejaculate on my face when she got here. I needed to go to the bathroom to clean up again.