10 comments/ 35972 views/ 33 favorites Shift By: deathlynx This story is set in the Dhase universe. If you enjoy reading it I highly recommend running a keyword search for 'Dhase' for more tales of the supernatural. The Dhase, and everything in their universe are the creations of my (some would say 'twisted') mind and as such are my own Intellectual Property. If you see this story anywhere other than Literotica, please contact me. I hope you enjoy, and please remember to vote. Fox paced past her computer for perhaps the billionth time. She knew there wouldn't be any messages waiting for her there. After all, the only person who ever sent her more than simple junk mail was already on a plane as she paced. In fact, he should already be on the ground and on his way. That was what had her nervous enough that she would have been shedding in any other form. That was what truly terrified Fox. Although he knew that she was a Shapeshifter, the chances were pretty high that he didn't actually believe it. That was both the blessing and the curse of the internet. When everyone online could be whoever, and whatever, they wanted a girl who transformed into various feline forms seemed almost normal. What if he thought I was just holding character when I told him that? What if he wants to know how I do it? What if he thinks I'm crazy? The last was the easiest to console. After all, if he truly thought she was insane, he never would have asked to visit her. Or, if he still thought she was crazy but had decided to visit anyway, she could certainly prove the truth to him when he showed up. Frankly, she had to show him. Fox had been dating Marco, online, for months and they had been talking for over a year. She thought there was the potential for a very real, very serious relationship between the two, but the possibility disappeared if he could not handle her gifts. Fox forced herself to sit on the couch and try to relax. Although it was an incredibly plush couch, she could not seem to get comfortable. She shifted from one position to the next, but nothing seemed to work. In the end, she decided it had to be the outfit that gave her the difficulties and hurried off to the small bedroom. Before she even crossed the threshold Fox's shirt and bra were off and tossed casually in a corner. She hopped on one foot and then the other over to the dresser as she pulled off the tight jeans. They were much more in fashion than her typical choice, which she had been told made her look like a librarian. Unfortunately, while they flattered her muscularly thin figure, she felt constricted by them. It was, she had been told by her father and the couple other shapeshifters she had met in her short life, an opinion shared by all of their kind. They all seemed to prefer not to wear clothing whenever possible. However, when that was socially unacceptable, they went for as baggy or loose as possible. Which led their wardrobes to skirts and kilts and lots of untucked shirts that were two sizes too big. It had probably been that same 'bad boy' image that had attracted Fox's mother to her father. She had been a businesswoman ahead of her time, having inherited control of the family finances when her parents, Fox's grandparents, decided they wished to retire by traveling around the world. She had met Fox's father in a small town and was instantly attracted to him. By the time he had shown her how to cut loose and enjoy life once in a while, she was hopelessly in love. While it wasn't uncommon for shapeshifters to marry each other, there was no proscription that they had to. Fox had avoided that route herself, mostly because feline shifters were rare to the point of extinction. For all she or her father knew, they were the last of their breed. The problem was that most other animals didn't get along well with cats. They tended to view the loners with an air of suspicion. And shifters usually surrounded themselves with at least one or two natural versions of their animal form. As if in answer to the thought, Casper, an albino polydactyl cat, jumped from his place of hiding to land on Fox's tabled back. Fox managed to untangle the tight pants from her ankle, which was the reason she had bent over in the first place. Casper seemed to think she had been thoughtful enough to give him a place to sit. Fox sighed and tried to shake him off, but he decided to lay down and curl up instead. Fox hung her head in defeat. She checked her wrist to find out how long she had until Marco was due to show and remembered she'd left her watch, the only timepiece in the house that wasn't part of the computer's programs, in the kitchen. Bent nearly double to appease her haughty passenger, she moved back through the living room and into the small kitchen. Blindly, she reached up to the counter and felt around until she found the watch she had removed to clean the dishes. "Fox?" Fox froze at the sound of the man's baritone voice. Her hand was still on the counter, she was still bent over with a cat on her back, and her legs and butt would be perfectly framed in the kitchen doorway. Slowly, her head shifted to look past her narrow hips and into the living room and at the front door. Sure enough, the masculine voice was the very one she had heard daily as they called one another every morning to wish each other a good day and again nightly to wish each other a good night. He noticed her, and for a brief moment he stared. Finally he looked away. The moment she heard Marco's voice, she turned beat red. Casper apparently decided that his mission was well and truly accomplished, because he stood up, careful not to use his claws, and jumped down. He proceeded to go over and investigate the newcomer with all the intensity he paid the keyboard as she tried to type; which is to say 'it was in his way.' Fox had no idea what to do. There was no possible way to salvage this reasonably. It wasn't as if she thought he would storm out or anything, but the romantic and thoughtful greeting she had planned was now out the window. Instead, Marco came in to see her nearly naked. Only her panties, nude colored string bikinis which had been washed slightly orange to match her skin tone, covered any part of her, and they were emphasized by the pose. And to add the ultimate insult, that beautiful baritone caused and instant reaction when he had called her name, enough that she was fairly certain the incredibly thin cotton was now fairly transparent. To be fair, however, Fox knew that the combination of her pose and the view had a wonderful effect on Marco. She now knew that he hadn't lied about his size. If anything, Marco had deemphasized his attributes. Unfortunately, the sight of the solid bulge only made her own condition worse. She could feel the tight, soaked, cotton cling to the contours between her legs. And although he tried not to look, he couldn't help the nearly constant glances that snuck her way. Fox had never been one to waffle with indecision. With her original plan out the window, she figured she might as well get everything over with at once. At least I know he honestly finds me attractive! That marked one concern off of her list. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Slowly, Fox straightened. Without any attempt to cover herself, she turned towards Marco. With effort, she worked her way across the room to stand before him. While most shapeshifters were completely comfortable with nudity, both their own and others, Fox had never been able to be. Somehow, her mother's relatively conservative upbringing had sunk in only that far. Or perhaps it was simply a reaction to the differences that her body held. If she was clothed, no one would ever notice if she lost control and grew a tail, or perhaps began to sprout fur all over her body. It didn't happen often however. In truth, she rarely had any problems with control so long as she remembered to transform for a few hours every few weeks. That was where part of the myth of werewolves and the full moon came from. Fox had made sure to spend nearly all morning transformed. Not only did it ensure that it wouldn't accidentally happen should he not be able to handle the truth, but it had also allowed her to make sure there were no rodents living in the small cabin. Fox knew what she looked like as she crossed the room. She couldn't help the way she walked. She virtually stalked across the room, her hips rolled back and forth, and her head slightly lowered so that she had to look up to watch her destination. Honest with herself, she watched her prey. She was a tigress in human form. Marco's breath and heart rate both sped up. Fox could hear them easily with naturally heightened senses. She knew what he was feeling. She could see it in the eyes that no longer tried to pretend to look away. They gazed at her with a combination of fear and absolute lust. Although shapeshifters were ruled as much by instinct as reason, and instinct generally insisted they run from trouble, when they were cornered they exuded an aura of magic that humanity had learned to fear when they still lived in caves and ate raw meat and berries. Fox slid up to Marco, her head tilted back slightly and she captured his eyes. "You're early." Her voice had dropped slightly in both volume and pitch. It came out as a cross between a purr and a growl. Marco's body responded instantly and she felt the warmth that his jeans masked pulse against her bare stomach. "I wasn't ready for you yet." Her hands found the waist of his pants and tugged at the tight tank-top. Her hands slipped beneath to feel the tight muscle of his stomach beneath his soft flesh. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled herself close. She let her gaze fall away from him, closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against his solid mass. She had dreamt of this moment nightly since they began to talk. Marco's skin pressed cool against her. It wasn't that he was cold, simply that her body temperature ran overly warm. Without letting go, Fox lifted his shirt higher to feel all of that cool flesh pressed against her naked chest and face. His chest and stomach were covered with a light sheen of hair. She smiled at the natural, familiar, feel of it. His arms slid behind her after a moment of confused immobility. Although Fox could feel the hard length strain against his pants and press against her, his arms spoke of nothing but compassion and genuine affection. He too, she knew, had dreamt of holding her for so long that all else would wait. Although she would love nothing more than to stand there, at the threshold of her cottage, and hold him there were more important things to deal with. Slowly, afraid, Fox took a step back. She could not even force herself to release him entirely. Her hands remained lightly on his hips. "Marco. I...I know you didn't believe me..." "Fox," Marco cut in, "I believe you. I believed everything that you've told me. I know you. The real you. How can I not?" Fox sighed. Her eyes drifted down, away from his. He didn't understand. Outside of normal play, she had never truly told him about her abilities. "Marco, please. Come sit down. I...I need to show you something." Perhaps he knew by her nervous voice, or maybe he simply was willing to accept anything. Marco let her guide him over to the soft couch. She crouched before him as she sat him down. She knew how close she was to his crotch. His reaction proved he was just as acutely aware of how close her lips were. She couldn't help but smile. She hoped there would be time for that later. Just as she had dreamt of holding him, she had fantasized about other things. That hard length gliding in her mouth. Its width pushing her open to fill her very being. He wished for it all as well, at least until he knew. After that, she could only hope he still would. Finally, she stood and stepped back a few paces. For both his comfort and her own, she rounded the coffee table to keep it between them. Of course it wouldn't stop her if she wanted to attack him and it wouldn't stop her from being able to see his reaction. It was a purely psychological barrier. Fox shuddered with the first hint of the pain. She saw Marco tense to lunge to her comfort, and held up a hand to stall him. "Please! Stay there. I'll be all right. I just need you to sit and watch." She hoped he would just sit and watch, clinically, but she feared he would simply run from the cabin in terror. Marco sat back onto the couch, but his body declared him anything but relaxed. There was concern in his eyes, but no fear. Fox only hoped it would stay that way. Another, larger, shudder wracked her body. Fox dropped to her knees and gripped the edge of the coffee table. Part of her wanted, needed, to look up and gauge Marco's reaction, but another part felt more terror at that than anything she'd known in her life. Fortunately, she had no choice in the matter. Her eyes slammed shut as she tried to breath past the pain. Fox was among the best of her kind at shifting. None were faster or more controlled. None could change more frequently. Unfortunately, that only meant that they suffered longer than she did. There were legends, so her father told her, that the shift had once been pleasant, even orgasmic, for most. But whether that had been a learned skill, or simply an evolutionary twist, it had been lost through the ages. Muscles writhed visibly beneath Fox's skin. She could feel the almost invisible, downy, hair that covered her body stiffen. In a moment she felt each individual hair burst free, all across her skin. This was the slightly stiffer, but no less soft, fur of the great cats. Even without her sight Fox knew that it would hold the trademark stripes of a tiger. She had chosen that, of all the great cats, because the stripes helped to cover her nudity slightly. Granted, he had seen her almost entirely naked, but she always felt even more self-conscious when she shifted. And while the fur did cover her skin, he would be able to see everything if he stared hard enough. While the thought of him being interested enough to watch her that intensely excited her to no end, it also terrified her. At least this way she could use the stark contrast of colors to mask her nudity. Next came the sharpest and deepest pain. While muscular transformation hurt, and the fur nearly drove her mad, it wasn't until her skeleton morphed that she truly knew pain. Her skull began to reshape. Her teeth sharpened. Her hands and feet shortened slightly, while her nails shifted and grew into razor sharp claws. Finally, Fox bent over double as that pain receded only to be replaced by a rumbling one deep within her. It was at this stage, she knew though had never seen, that her tail grew and her ears, nose and eyes transformed. Those were all secondary to whatever she felt within her. No shifter had ever known what happened because they never went to a doctor or scientist. It was too dangerous, and the shift was inherently magical. No science could explain some of the changes that they underwent. There was a strange noise coming from somewhere. It wasn't the painful keening that Fox knew she made only through her father's description. It took her pain battered brain a moment to realize it was a form of communication, and another to realize it was human and not animal. It was her name. Fox pried her eyes open. She lay curled up on her side on the floor. Sometimes the final stage of the shift effected her balance. She had always assumed it was because of the changes in the location of her ears, but didn't know for certain. No other shifter she had contact with had even made that much of a connection. It was part of the reason her father thought her a genius. Next, Fox felt the hand. Her entire body shuddered, but this time it was delight and not pain that motivated her. The strong, calloused, fingers trailed through her fur as they wandered from just behind her ear, down her neck and across her shoulder blade. Her first instinct was to remember her father's comforting caress as she first learned to shift when she was a child. But these hands were more gentle, almost uncertain. What's more, this caress somehow made the core of her being, the very innards which only moments before twisted in pain, heat and tighten in anticipation. The slightest hint of the man's scent fogged her brain even further. The scent was unfamiliar to Fox, but a part of her brain screamed to try to explain it. This was the largest difficulty of any shift: Fox had yet to fight past animal instinct to take control of her mind. "Fox!?" Only one man had seen her in this state. Instinct did not recognize the voice that called to her. Adrenalin began to surge as she realized there was an intruder close enough to have taken advantage of the complete helplessness that came with the shift. The only thing that saved the intruder was the fact that he knew her name. That mystery alone was enough to save him from her claws. Fox turned her head to view the man who held her. He had strong but smooth lines around his face, short dark hair and a well groomed full beard. The deep, blue, eyes that gazed down at her from inches away held nothing but concern and no little wonder. "Fox, are you okay?" The question finally provided the sentient Fox enough of a prod to struggle with her instinctive self. Her eyes closed for a moment while the two warred, but when they opened they once again held her intelligence. Her hand raised slightly to wipe away the lone tear halfway down his cheek, but stopped after only a few inches. She didn't want him to freak over her claws. "Marco?" His eyes widened further as the wonder erased the concern. Fox knew her already soft alto voice took on an almost musical quality when she transformed into her halved form. Marco simply stared for a few seconds. His eyes traced her altered face as carefully, but no less lovingly, as he had looked at her in her fully human form. Marco's eyes shut tight a moment before he dragged Fox close. Even as her arms wrapped around him to hold him just as tight, a rumble of a purr erupted deep in her chest. The hand that petted her as he tried to bring her back shifted down to support her neck with his firm, strong, grip. Fox stiffened. Her breath became shallow, her heart raced. She would have panicked when her muscles refused to respond if not for one simple thing. The warmth between her legs spiked to a raging inferno. She had never felt this intensity of need before. Her depths literally ached from the strength of the clenched muscles that demanded release. The closest she had come had been the first time she had gone into heat when transformed, but even then it had been nothing compared to this. She knew what had happened from lifelong contact with natural cats. The firm grip on the back of her neck, coupled with the mutual attraction they felt, acted as it did on all cats. She was helpless and expected to be taken. That he hadn't already could drive her insane. It was new to her. Likely because she had never before shown anyone, even her few boyfriends, her other forms. She repressed the surge of terror that washed over her. The only blessing was that there were no other feline shifters to take advantage of the obvious weakness. She wasn't even sure she could speak through the short breath. If someone snuck up on her in this form, she would be unable to say 'no.' Her only consolation was that it would be next to impossible to surprise her in this form. Fox's body began to shake with pent up tension. Marco pulled away slightly. With her eyes the only thing under her control, she was barely able to see the change in him. There was a very animalistic glint in his eyes. There, at the very edge of her perception, she smelled what had caused the change. She now poured forth pheromones and knew it was only a matter of seconds before her needs would be filled. Shift Have you ever had a dream that felt so real that you can no longer tell if you're awake or still dreaming? I often wonder if I am still dreaming. The life I lead now, the impossibility of it all. It all started when I had a dream. My name is Logan. I was 23 when my tale begins. My life was going nowhere and each day was just another opportunity that I would waste. You see I had little confidence, very little experience with women, a dead end job, and no motivation to improve my life. But then I had the dream, and slowly, it all changed. I hadn't slept well for about a week, until Friday when I had a killer headache and left work early. I work for a cardboard box company, filling orders of... cardboard. It's not particularly exciting. That night I slept much better, after the headache finally died that is. Then I had the dream, an extremely vivid dream where I met myself, a very confident looking version of myself. He told me that I was special, gifted. Then he went on to detail exactly how I was special. To recite all the details here would be far too time consuming. But when I awoke I remembered it all clearly. Of course I dismissed it as just another strange dream at the time. I recorded the dream on my computer in great detail so I wouldn't forget any of it. I often did this when I had a particularly vivid dream. It was a good six months later when this dream began to impact my life. I had completely forgotten it at this stage. I was at work when a bad headache developed. But it was short lived; it peaked and died very quickly. But in its wake it left a strange sensation in my head. I'm not sure how to explain it except that it felt like something had shifted within my mind. This feeling worried me a bit, but it wasn't unpleasant. It persisted for most of the day, and then disappeared as suddenly as it had arrived. It was like my mind just snapped back into place and everything felt normal again. That night while lying in bed I remembered something. The dream I had six months earlier talked about a headache and a lingering shifting sensation, I was suddenly sure of it. I jumped out of bed and onto my PC to lookup the dream I had recorded. In it I found this section of text, describing some of what the "dream me" had said. "When your gift has fully developed it will unlock itself within your mind. This may cause a snap headache, but it will pass. You will also feel the shift for the first time. Take note of this feeling, as you will learn to replicate and use it. This is the key to your power; it will allow others to accept whatever you show them. " It perfectly described what had happened to me that day. It wasn't until the next day when I was re-reading my dream journal that I decided I should try to replicate that feeling. I didn't yet understand the power being described and hadn't yet read further in my journal to find out, but at the time it sounded to me that it was simply a way of boosting self-esteem and confidence, things I lacked. It was for this reason I didn't dismiss it as ridiculous, and decided to try. Throughout Saturday I stopped for five minutes here and there to concentrate on trying to recreate that shifting feeling. It wasn't until sometime around 8pm that I finally succeeded. It's like a part of my mind side stepped, giving that shifted sensation once again. It slipped back again very quickly. I continued to practice until I could shift, and stay that way until I decided otherwise. I didn't feel any different apart from this strange mental sensation. I resumed reading about the dream, skipping over the journal entry in a rush. I found I had remembered almost none of it. That's when I realized it wasn't anything to do with confidence and how I felt about myself. This was about a mental persuasion power. By acceptance it meant I could do anything I wished and nobody would think negatively of it or try to stop me. In fact, they would wish me to continue whatever it is I wish to do and help me achieve my goals, no matter what the situation. I once again dismissed it as a strange dream, like all dreams it didn't really mean anything. But it had already described the shift in such perfect detail, and I had succeeded in recreating it. I may as well see if it has any effect on people. I live at home with my parents, in case you hadn't already guessed. I also have two younger sisters, also living at home. There is Eva, 20 years old and about 5'9" tall. She has an athletic figure, shoulder length dark brown hair and brown eyes. Then there is Kristen, 19 years old and 5'3" tall, the short one of the family. She has long full bodied wavy dark blonde hair that comes down to her lower back, a slim figure but not as toned as Eva, hazel eyes and a very cute face. I always admired her long hair, and the work she must put into maintaining it. I myself am 6'1" tall, the tallest of the family. This particular night, it was just Eva and myself at home. Our parents were at some function, and Kristen was at a friend's party. She goes out to clubs and such quite regularly. I tried to think of something I could try on Eva, being the only one home. I needed something that would confirm to me whether this dream was onto something, or if it was just a coincidence, but something that wouldn't embarrass me if it didn't work. It was tough. I went for a very simple approach. Eva was in her room doing homework when I shifted, then knocked on her door. I feel like a complete fool doing this, I knew it wouldn't work. I was doing something from a dream, was I insane? "Can I borrow some money?" "Sure, how much do you need?" I was shocked; she would never lend me money. I was always the one lending her money! "What about all of it?" Without hesitating she grabbed her purse and pulled out three $20 notes and handed them to me. "That's all I have in here." "Oh, thanks. That's fine." It worked! No way! I still had doubts, I needed a bigger test. Something there is no chance she would accept. But if I did something extreme and it didn't work I'd never live it down. I gave her money back saying I just realized I had some hidden in my room and wouldn't need it after all, and then I left, allowing my mind to shift back to its normal state. I couldn't think of anything harsh enough that would prove beyond a doubt that this power was real, but also wouldn't ruin me if it failed. So I decided to assume for now that it was real and proceed to stage two. There was another layer to this power according to my dream journal. I could exhibit fine control over an individual via direct mental commands. That's right, full blown mind control. However it was limited and only affected individuals, unlike the general shift which affected everybody. If this worked there would be no doubt, but if it didn't then nothing would happen. I still felt foolish, it's a feeling that even to this day I can't fully shake. Am I going to wake up one day and find none of this was real? I shifted, and then closed my eyes to concentrate. I tried to push on the shift in my mind like the dream said to do. I kept pushing until I felt more of a shift, like a mental crack was being pushed open and energy was leaking out. I then tried to imagine my sister Eva in the next room and directed a thought towards her. [ Come to my room. ] Nothing happened. I tried again, trying to imagine the energy I was feeling flowing into the words I was thinking. Again, nothing happened. Damn, it was an extreme long shot anyway. I tried one last time, just because I'm a stubborn person. I had already decided it was a load of rubbish. [ Come to my room. ] This time it felt different. Seconds later I heard my sister's bedroom door open. My door opened a moment late and my sister walked in, closing the door behind her. I looked up at her, not sure what to think or do. Now what? What was she thinking? "Yes?" I asked. "I wanted to ask you something I think, but I can't remember what it was. Never mind" And with that she left my room as quickly as she had arrived. I watched her tight ass as she walked away, leaving my door open, which I promptly closed once she disappeared into her room down the hall. It had worked! Or had it? What if she really had to ask me something? I had to go a step further. I'd never stop wondering if I gave up here. I was becoming excited, I found myself thinking of my own sister in ways I had never allowed myself the pleasure of doing before. Should I do it? Yes, if this worked there could be no consequences. The mental command will initiate the situation and make her think it was her idea. Supposedly I could also erase her memory if anything went sour. I knew logically I had nothing to fear, but my stomach was still in knots. I drew more power from the shift and pushed it at my sister in the form of thoughts. [ Come to my room, and show me your tits. ] An eternity seemed to pass as I waited for her door to open. Finally it did, although I know only seconds had passed. My heart lurched when I realized it was really happening. This was real. There were so many implications. Then I stopped, I was getting ahead of myself. Maybe she was just going out? I was still backward rationalizing what was happening, trying to fit it into my narrow view of the world. My doorknob turned and in walks Eva. She closed the door, then without any hesitation reached for her top and pulls it up over her head. It drops to the floor behind her as I glare at the bra encasing her breasts. Before the shirt even hits the floor her fingers are at the clasp to her bra. Then it's on the floor too. Two pink nipples are staring right at me, and I stare back, dumbfounded. Her breasts are very perky and perfectly formed, in their prime. They were a very impressive 33D. I have a strong urge to look away, out of embarrassment. My dick is already straining against my jeans. I try to cover it with my hands. I glance up at her face and she is just looking me in the eye approvingly, as if she is enjoying this. I squeaked out, "What's up?" "Not much. I just thought you might like to see these." She replied. "You came in here to show me your tits?" She just nodded, and then there was an awkward silence. I didn't know what to do. "You seem to be enjoying it" she points down at my crotch. I blush. I looked back at her large melons and just stared for what felt like a few minutes, taking in every detail. Her areolas were a light brown and not too large, a perfect complement to her lightly tanned skin. I wondered if she sunbathed topless, I couldn't see any bikini lines. Finally I decided to take another step. I reached out my hand to touch her right breast, but she flinched backwards out of reach. "What are you doing!?" she yelled. Crap! What happened? Then I realized I didn't shift. I had extracted the power for the mental command, but didn't shift. Without it she was only accepting the initial conditions of the situation. I shifted, fumbling around in my mind. I tried again, reaching out for her right breast with my right hand. This time she moved towards me and allowed me to touch. "Sorry. I didn't mean to jump like that, I just wasn't expecting it". It was working, even though I screwed up and she didn't accept my actions, by repeating them with the shift she was now ok with it. Her skin was baby soft. As the tip of my fingers brushed over her nipple she jumped slightly. They were sensitive, but also rock hard. Was she aroused? My left hand came up to join my right, resting on her left breast. I stood up and moved behind her, moving my arms to either side of her naked upper body and groping her big tits from behind. I squeezed them and bounced them, like I was weighing them. It was fantastic. Then I realized what the time was. My parents would be home soon. I decided I should call it quits before I got too carried away. I didn't know how far I wanted to take this. Perhaps I should get more comfortable with this power first, and the idea of using it for sexual favours since it seemed by now that is what I was going to use it for. I withdrew my hands, then at the last second quickly leant over and sucked a nipple into my mouth. I applied a light suction and flicked her nub with my tongue. Then let it go. "You should get dressed and leave. Mum and Dad will be home soon." I said. "Right, that would be embarrassing. I hope you enjoyed yourself." And with that she picked up her clothes, turned around and walked away. I closed my door and sat back in my chair with a massive sigh. I can't believe that just happened! - Experimentation - The next day I was feeling really good about myself. I decided to go shopping and treat myself to something. I gave Tim a call to see if he wanted to hang out for the day. Tim is my best friend, one of my only friends. He agreed to meet me at the video game store at the local mall. Before I left, Eva approached me. "Hey Logan, about last night..." My heart skipped a beat; I had forgotten to erase her memory! She continued, "I just wanted to make sure you wouldn't tell anyone that I stripped for you, especially Chris." Chris was Eva's boyfriend. I replied, "Of course I won't. Does that mean you're ok with what happened?" "Yeah, I don't have a problem with it. But I don't think it'll happen again is all." She said. "That's fine, I understand". And with that she left. I realized what was happening here. She was completely accepting of what had happened while I was shifted and will always be ok with it; the effects of shifting are permanent. But now that I'm shifted and she has thought about it happening again, she isn't accepting of that future prospect. I knew that despite her thoughts now, if I shifted she would do anything with me and be perfectly ok with it. I guess this means I don't have to worry about erasing memories, as long as I make sure she won't go telling people. I met Tim in the video game store and we hung out for a while. I thought about telling him about my secret, but I didn't know how he would react. Nor did I want to use it on him to make him accept it. I wanted him to participate in my escapades. Perhaps not with my sisters, but we could have a lot of other fun with this power. There was just one problem. He was susceptible to it. I decided to experiment. I sent him a mental command. [ You will be immune from my shifting power until I mentally command you otherwise. ] Testing time... I picked up a new game for Playstation 3 and took it to the counter, shifting on the way. I handed it to the guy behind the counter and said "I'll take this one. But I don't want to pay". "No problem, I'll just go get it for you." He said. He took the empty display case then took a sealed copy out of a draw and handed it to me. I proceeded to walk out of the store, the ultimate shoplifter. Tim chased after me with his mouth hanging open. I guess he was immune. "How did you do that? Do you know that guy or something?" he asked. "No. I've never seen him before in my life." I replied. "Then how did you do that? He just let you take it!" "Can you keep a secret?" I asked. He agreed and we went to a somewhat private corner of the mall and I told him all about my power; almost. I didn't tell him about the mental commands, only the shift, that I could make anyone accept any proposal or action I made while my power was active. I told him I could essentially do anything and nobody would question it, ever. I added in that I could make people immune as I had done to him. I didn't want to give away all my secrets. Tim loved the idea, but didn't believe me of course. "You're full of bullshit. Prove it!" He dared me. "Ok, how would you like me to prove it?" "Hmm", he thought for a while then continued with a smirk on his face "Make that hottie over there flash us her tits" "Ha! That's easy. We think alike, that was my first test also." I said. I walked over to the tall blonde woman with wireframe glasses he had pointed out. She was very attractive, her breasts looked like perhaps an A cup. Not porn star quality, but they were tits; I love them in all sizes. I shifted. "Excuse me. Could I trouble you to help out my friend over there?" I said, pointing out Tim. His face went bright red. "Sure, what does he need?" She responded. "He would like to see your breasts, just briefly. Could you flash him for me?" "It would be my pleasure." And with that she reached under her top and pulled out her bra. Then she flipped her top up over her head, exposing her luscious melons to the cold air. Tim's face was priceless. But nobody else in the mall was paying much attention. There were plenty of people that could see, but they didn't react any differently. The woman lowered her top again, smiled at me and then walked off, her bra still in her hand. Tim rushed over to me. "Dude, it's true! You have powers." He said. I then proceeded to "acquire" a few games for Tim. We spent a long time talking about the possibilities and how this might change our lives. We weren't very ambitious in hindsight. I still didn't have a complete grasp of what I was capable. Then my younger sister Kristen rang. "Where are you?" she asked, a hint of impatience in her voice. "I'm at the mall. Why?" I responded, wondering why she cared. "Dad told me to make sure you remembered we are going to the Harrison's tonight, you need to be home in 15 minutes" "Crap. I forgot. I'll be right there." Then I hung up. The Harrisons were friends of my parents. They liked talking to the rest of us, so we always had to go. They had two children of their own, but they were really boring. Neither I nor Tim realized I could have easily gotten out of it with my power. So that was the end of our afternoon. Tim was going away with his family for a week, so we made plans to meet up again the next Saturday. I had a very boring evening at the Harrisons. Then it was Monday and I had work. For the next week I barely used my powers, only for small things like borrowing money for the vending machine at work. I felt weird about what happened with Eva, she is my sister after all. So nothing interesting happened at home either. Then it was Friday. While picking an order and thinking about my power and what I should do on the weekend, it suddenly occurred to me. Why was I working at all? With my gift I shouldn't even need to, especially not a crummy job like this. So around lunchtime I conjured up my confidence and bit the bullet. I shifted and then waltzed into my boss's office. He's a pretty nice guy, so I went easy on him. I told him I needed more time off, so I planned to not come to work anymore. But I still wanted my usual pay. I considered asking for a pay rise, but I didn't want to cause any financial trouble for the company. I could always get more "jobs". My boss was very cool about it all; of course he had no choice but to accept it. He told me he'd hire someone to take over my position and it wasn't a problem, I'd still be paid my usual hours just without the overtime. I was fine with that, so we said our goodbyes and I walked right out of there. I felt on top of the world! I was free from the monotony of cardboard. On the way home I stopped by a clothing store at the mall. I picked out a long black coat, with hints of red. It was thin and light, but with a warm lining. It was the middle of winter and I needed something warm that looked cool, and this certainly did. It came almost to my knees and very stylish. I also picked up a new pair of jeans, a dark gray pair that matched with the coat. I took both items to the change rooms, the coat was fine, but I wasn't sure how the jeans would fit. At the desk was a very hot woman of perhaps 20 or so. She was fairly tall, maybe 5'11" with brown hair, and green eyes. Her breasts were huge, probably DD's, they bulged behind the tight fabric of the store uniform holding them back. She gave me a number for the stalls, and an erection, and then I headed into a stall. Shift After trying on the jeans I still had that erection and was horny as hell. I dropped my pants and let my dick stick out in front of me, and then I shifted. [ Come into stall number 3. ] Moments later the door opened and in came the busty store attendant, closing the door behind her. "I thought I'd see if you need any help." She said, helpfully. "I certainly do." Then I pointed down at my cock, which was almost poking her in the abdomen. "I see" She said with a smile. Without saying a word, I placed my hand on her head and gently pushed down. She followed my lead and knelt down in front of me, my cock right in front of her nose. Then she reached forward and sucked the head of my cock lightly into her mouth. I nearly erupted right there, this vision of loveliness whose nametag said Michelle had my dick in her mouth. She slowly took more of me until I could feel the back of her throat. Her warm mouth threatened to swallow me as a small amount of saliva slowly oozed out the sides and into my pubic hair. She looked up at me as she slowly withdrew from my dick, her green eyes looked mesmerizing. As I popped out of her mouth the head of my cock caught her on the nose and a thick string of pre cum was drawn from her top lip to her nose, then to my cock. It sagged with the weight until it broke and partially fell to the floor, creating a wet patch in the carpet. I grabbed the back of her head by her long brown hair and steadied it as I shifted my feet to get a better position. Then I brought her head forward and she opened her mouth to allow my cock passage, wrapping her lips around it as I moved forward, then sliding her tongue underneath it placing a pressure against the head. I started to move my hips back and forwards, slowly at first then faster, fucking her face. I stared into her eyes and for some reason started to imagine she is one of my sisters. I pretend it is Eva's eyes looking up at me as my hard dick slides in and out of her hot wet mouth. This thought turns me on so much that my cock starts to hurt from being so hard. I then realized something. I've never thought about my sisters in that way prior to the week before. But now that I have, it's a huge turn on. And even better is that now I have the power to do something about it. Eva seemed to enjoy her strip the other day, my power got her past the taboo nature of what we were doing, but she enjoyed it all on her own, who was I to deny her such pleasure. And Kristen, I lusted for her just as much. I pushed my cock as far down Michelle's throat as I could, imagining now it was Eva's. She started to gag and coughed up a saliva/pre-cum mixture that splattered over my balls as she withdrew her head from my crotch. I asked her to clean me up, and after she was done licking off all the excess juices I stuffed my dick back into my pants as best I could. It was straining against the fabric but if I didn't shift back, nobody would care. I thanked the attendant and left the stall. Then walked right out of the shop wearing the items I was trying on, my boner sticking out in front of me. Nobody tried to stop me, although they did look at my crotch as I walked past. Nobody reacted, and I felt powerful. I drove straight home. Eva's car wasn't there, and my parents were at work. Kristen's car however was there, so it was likely she was home. - The Shape of Things to Come - Kristen and I held a different relationship than I had with Eva, who was the sensible stable one. Kristen and I were much more similar to each other, with similar interests. Except Kristen was far more outgoing and had a huge circle of friends. We teased each other a lot, but we were friends also. As far as I knew she was sexually active and had had a couple of boyfriends over the years, but at the moment she was single. When I went inside I went straight to Kristen's room. I could hear her inside watching TV. I knocked, and when she called me in, I entered. She was laying sideways on the bed with her head on her hand, watching Friends on the TV, her favourite show. The first thing she noticed was my new coat. "Nice coat." She quipped. I wasn't sure if she was being sarcastic or not. "Thanks, it's new." I said, taking it as a compliment. Then she noticed the tent in my pants, pointing straight at it she said, "Ha! What have you been doing?" I replied honestly, "An attendant in a clothing store was giving me a blow job." She sat bolt upright and exclaimed "Whoa! Are you serious? Nice one Bro!" She certainly took an interesting approach to the topic once her inhibitions were disarmed. I had never spoken to her sexually before. Suddenly I was nervous. I knew I could do anything and she would be ok with it, but it was still up to me to initiate. Was I really going to do this? I had some last minute resistance but then that thought of Eva sucking my dick in that changing room came back to me and I plowed through the resistance. "It was really nice, and you know what I was thinking to myself?" I asked. She jokingly replied, "I hope I don't shoot my load too soon and embarrass myself?" "Very funny... No, I was thinking that there is one thing that could make this better." "Ok, I'll bite. What would that be?" She asked, genuinely interested. "It could only be better if I were to swap her for you." I said, with a completely straight face, waiting for her reaction. She paused from a moment, looking me in the eye and raising one eyebrow, something she did a lot. I nearly creamed myself out of fear. "Hang on a second, are you asking me to suck your cock?" she finally asked. "Yeah, pretty much." I replied. "Wow, I didn't think you had the balls to ask your own sister to give you a blowjob. You do realize we're full blood relatives right?" "Is that a problem for you?" I asked. "Nope, it's no problem. I just figured it would be for you." She replied. "I've gotten over it." "I see." then she grinned, "Well then, bring it on!" She got off the bed and down onto her knees in front of me. Then she pulled down the zipper on my fly, unbuttoned my pants and yanked them down. Wow, she was eager. I guess this is what she's really like when there is nothing holding her back. I pulled my underwear down myself and my cock sprang out and whacked her in the eye. "Whoa. Watch out where you swing that thing." Then she stopped and stared at my cock as I stepped out of my pants and kicked them aside. "You're packing some serious artillery there Logan, how big is that thing, 8 inches?" She joked. I laughed "No need to poke fun. More like 6 and a half." "No, I'm serious. That's pretty fair. It's one of the biggest I've ever seen." I couldn't help but notice Kristen was still fully clothed, and I wanted to see those jubblies. "Now it's your turn." I demanded. "Huh? ...Oh right." She stood back up again and started stripping. Off went the halter top, then the jeans. I didn't even expect her to strip fully, that was a bonus. As she stood there in bra and panties she very slowly and seductively hooked two fingers in her panties and started wiggling her hips around, teasing me. I could feel my dick actually jerking a couple of times in anticipation. Slowly the panties lowered, and she bent over as they did, ending with her hands on her knees and her naked ass sticking out behind her, obscuring her pussy from my view. Instead of standing back up she wiggled her ass a bit, and then slowly began to turn around. I leaned to the side so I could see as soon as possible, slowly her ass came into view. Then I finally saw her lips and her pussy came into full view. She was shaking it from side to side now. It was completely bald and looked so tempting; I almost mounted her right there and plunged my cock deep into my sister's cunt. But I resisted, I didn't want to go that far. She was my sister after all. The look on my face must have told her what I was thinking. She stood up and still facing away from me, reached up her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Completely naked now, she slowly turned around, seductively tossing her hair to and fro during the process. While she was doing so I quickly stripped the remainder of my clothes also. The coat and a t-shirt fell to the ground. I am skinny but not particularly built, so there is nothing to talk about there. When I was done and looked back at my 19 year old sister, she was standing there in her full glory, wearing nothing but her birthday suit. Her tits were even perkier than Eva's and they looked just as big. I knew this wasn't the case; it must be an illusion created by her smaller frame. They were actually a 29C. Her long blonde hair framed her cute face, then flowed down her back with strands resting over her shoulders and down over her breasts. Checking that I was still shifted, I slowly moved forward until our bodies connected, cock first. I poked her in the belly and then my dick slid sideways leaving a trail of pre cum across her middle as the rest of our bodies contacted. Her breasts stabbed me above the stomach and I reached around her to pull her tightly against me. "You like your little sister's tits do you?" She asked. "Very much so," I replied, looking down into her eyes, then at her mouth. "I think I like your mouth just as much." I hinted, not so subtly. "Ok, ok. I get the hint." She slowly dropped down onto her knees letting my cock slide all the way up to her chin, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum the whole way up her middle, between her tits and onto her chin. The head of my dick popped into her open mouth as it passed the obstruction of her chin. I closed my eyes and concentrated on that wonderful sensation. My cock was in my own sister's mouth. Kristen began to slowly suck on the head of my cock, teasing me. She brought her hands up and the left cupped my balls as her right wrapped around my hard shaft. Slowly she began stroking her hand back and forth as she sucked lightly on the head, swallowing all the juices that came off it. "Oh, yeah. That's so good Kristen. Damn!" I started to push my hips forward, to get more of me into her mouth, but she wouldn't have a bar of it. "Hold your horses, we'll get there. Don't be so eager to blow your load down my throat, the time will come." I loved how she talked dirty. She continued her light sucking action for a few minutes then released her hands from my cock and balls, placing them on my thighs instead. She removed her head and opened her mouth wide, then stuck her tongue out. Slowly she moved forward letting my dick slide across the middle of her tongue until it was in far enough that it was also hitting the roof of her mouth, then she closed her lips over my shaft and I was all the way in. She sucked hard for a moment, taking me as far down as she could, deepthroating me. I could tell she had some experience at this; her suppression of the gag reflex was superb. Then she released and backed off a bit, gasping for breath before changing to a slow and steady back and forth motion with her head. She pulled back all the way until just the head of my cock was between her lips twirling her tongue around the tip the whole way, then she pushed forward all the way until her lips were almost touching my pubes. She would then try to stick her tongue out under my shaft and lick my balls, unsuccessfully most of the time, but damn it felt stunning. I could already feel I was close to cumming, but at the same time I couldn't quite get there, it was almost torturous. "I'm going to cum soon" I staggered to say. She pulled her mouth off my cock and replied "Do you want me to speed it up?" "Hell yes! I want to cum in my sister's mouth" I said, failing to contain my excitement. And so she continued. She started bobbing her head over my dick like a pro. It felt fantastic. I could feel cum rising from my balls, the dam about to burst. I grabbed the hair on the back of her head and pushed my cock as far down my sister's throat as I could, then I exploded. A stream of my semen spewed into my younger sister's throat. She swallowed as much as she could, but large amounts squelched up the sides of my cock and out the gaps between her lips and my shaft. She started gagging slightly on the 2rd spurt of cum rocketing down her gullet and this forced more of it out onto my balls and dripping onto the floor and onto her tits. My entire body tensed uncontrollably with the force of my orgasm. Slowly the spurts became less and less intense until I had fully spent my load into the back of my sister's mouth. Half of it was traveling to her stomach and the rest was smeared all around her lips, down her chin and on her big breasts. My pubes were all matted down by semen and saliva. She pulled her face away from my cock and after catching her breath and swallowing everything remaining in her mouth she exclaimed "Holy shit! I've never seen so much cum before." "I don't usually ejaculate that much. It must be the extra excitement of doing it with my sister instead of alone in my room. Oh, and I didn't cum with the shop attendant, I was saving it for you." "Keep it up, that was great! Tastes great too" she said as she licked all the juices from around her mouth and swallowed it. "Keep it up? So you want to do this again?" I asked. "Absolutely, I love semen. And don't get to do it very often at all. The last dick I sucked off was nearly 6 months ago, and he barely dribbled a teaspoon. You nearly drowned me." She replied. Kristen then proceeded to lick all the excess cum off me and swallow that as well. I was completely beat, so I thanked her, grabbed my clothes and left. I left my sister naked on the floor with a belly full of my seed and cum smeared down her front. It was still only the middle of the afternoon. So after I got dressed I went into the lounge and watched some TV. At the dinner table that night, Kristen kept licking her lips whenever she caught my eye. I was nervous Mum and Dad might notice and ask what she was doing, but they were oblivious. Later that night Kristen went out clubbing with her friends and I just stayed at home. Eva's boyfriend Chris came over and the three of us watched a movie. I then went to bed, exhausted from the day's activities. Despite this I had trouble sleeping, knowing that today wasn't the last time I would fool around with my sister. - To be continued. Shift! Hello everyone! This is a work of fantasy. Please send me your comments, suggestions and of course, compliments. I hope you enjoy! * The slow elevator ride up to Kayla's apartment seemed to take extra time in Robert's excited state. The two had been dating now for over six months and had known each other in every way a couple can, but still this weekend held a potential that felt electric inside him. Not only was it a long weekend, but they had both planned to take a shared two week vacation together. Kayla had promised to plan something incredibly special for them. For a month she had been teasing him with hints to run his imagination wild without really giving anything away. Well except for a new set of lingerie that he had picked out for her online. His blood felt like it was going to boil when he thought of her in the outfit. Initially she was hesitant as the black leather and lace corset and matching panties was far wilder than anything she had worn for him before. "Would you wear it if you were me?" She had asked bluntly. He of course agreed whole-heartily that he would. "Okay," she agreed and bought it in a smoky grey and blue that she hinted would match her thigh high fuck me boots perfectly. Robert found it was funny how many times their conversations would end up in the hypothetical about him being in her position. Perhaps she was trying to teach him a lesson in empathy, but Robert didn't really think so. She would often ask his opinion on clothes, make-up and accessories. So often that he probably now knew more about them than a man should. They had even once talked about playing dress up, but in the end they decided against it because of his prominent masculine features would be too hard to get around. With a bottle of campaign in one hand, Robert knocked with his typical 'shave and a hair cut' style. She greeted him as she often had, with a passionate kiss and busy hands. Not long after the door was shut behind him, he found himself completely nude and being pressed hard into the cool door. Part of him had hoped she would answer the door in the outfit he had picked out for her, but that disappointment disappeared as quickly as her clothes. Completely overwhelmed with passion he became more aggressive in their embraced and twisted Kayla around so she was the one now pressed against the door. Wrapping her hands around his neck she made a deft hop that wound her legs tightly around his abdomen, resting her hips just above his own. The position had been well practiced in through their six months of dating and was now seamless. Soon she was gasping hard into his mouth as her pumped increasingly harder into her. Her nails dug in hard as she began to slip slightly. While reducing the force in his thrusts, this slip also forced him in deeper into her folds. She screamed in what Robert had grown to identify as her orgasm approaching. Tightly he clenched every muscle he could to postpone his own, a technique she had taught him early in their dating life. It was rare now that he came before she did. The familiar tightening in her pussy told him she was on the edge, a few more seconds and shuddered in his arms, squealing in Ecstasy. As he pulled away, she dropped to her knees and rewarded him for his control. At first she licked his hard cock in long strokes to both tease him and clean off all of her own juices. The thought always drove him wild. Knowing he was not far off Kayla switched tactics and took the head of his cock into her mouth. After few quick swirls of her tongue, she began to bob furiously until she worked him deep into her throat where he unleashed his cum with a deep guttural moan. With a coy smile she stood up again pulling him down into an embrace. At first the post blow job kisses had put him off, but he had always tolerated them for Kayla's sake. After all, he loved it when she didn't shy away from her own juices and it was impossible to argue that his were any worse. A thick mixture of their juices and saliva hung between them briefly as she pulled away from him. Breaking it with a quick swipe, Kayla licked the remnants of their love from her fingers as though it was the most delicious thing she had ever had. Even limp, his cock jumped at that. "What did you bring?" she asked bouncing away as though oblivious to the fact she was still completely naked. Bending over at the waist, Kayla intentionally pointed her round ass in his direction as she picked up the bottle. As her cheeks parted, Robert got a nice glimpse at her post-coital pussy, glistening invitingly. 'If only men weren't so limited!' he lamented to himself. "Ooh, Campaign, real stuff too. I'll put it in some ice. Dinner will be ready in a second. Go a head and put your stuff away." Obediently, Robert made his way into her bedroom to unpack his small bag into the drawer that Kayla had cleared for him. The spare clothes he had packed for the two weeks, and his toiletries easily fit. Knowing he had a few moments as Kayla put everything together in the kitchen, Robert closed his drawer and opened the one just above it. Kayla's underwear drawer. He thumbed through her silky panties and bra's searching for the outfit. As his hand grazed across the smooth fabrics he remembered the last time he had come over. She had him wear her panties for the night. When she asked, he was forced to admit it felt nice and it was a definite turn on. His search was fruitless however, so he re-stacked everything the way he remembered it and quietly slid the drawer closed again. When he emerged back into the small kitchen slash dining room, their plates were already made up, and Kayla had even found time to slip her clothes back on. "I'm just going to wash up! Pour us some of the bubbly!" After she returned the two ate with light conversation on fashion and local gossip. Neither had any family left, Kayla's aunt, who died last month was her last living relative. For Robert, he knew he had a few cousins left somewhere, but he hadn't seen them in nearly twelve years. So almost always, their conversations focused on other people and things. "So what are we up to tonight?" Robert asked diverging from the normal conversational stream. Kayla just smiled coyly. "Oh come on now. I'm here now!" he begged. Nervously Kayla put down her fork and knife, opting to chew her bottom lip instead of the steak in front of her. Robert began to worry slightly. He had never seen this side of Kayla before. Worried, shy, for the moment she was not the confident woman he had been dating. Reaching out to her, he offered some words of encouragement, promising that he wouldn't judge her. Still holding his hand, she pulled him into the living room space to sit at the couch. Robert forgot his hunger, too concerned about how his girlfriend was acting. "You know how I told you I'm wiccan?' she started slowly, her voice faltering a bit. "Yeah," her responded. As an afterthought, he squeezed her hand gently, hoping it was showing his encouragement. "Well, it's not really true." She paused as if trying to find the right words. "I grew up practicing a religion much older, the one it was based on. I'm a Witch. For real. I need you to believe that okay?" "Okay," he said not really believing, but not wanting to hurt her feelings either. She smiled at him giving him a hug. "So, what does this have to do with our vacation? I mean I understand that was difficult for you to tell me, and I really appreciate that you feel comfortable enough to do so, but I'm a little confused." Again Kayla chewed on her bottom lip, but this time the effect was different. The look she gave him dripped sexuality. His heart raced. "I want to try something with you." "Okay," he said maybe too eagerly. In truth there was little he wouldn't do with her. He even once agreed to receive anal, though it was more in an effort to try to convince Kayla to receive it rather than any desire he had for it himself. "My aunt left me a book of spells." "Okay." "One spell in there is a shift spell." "Which is?" he prompted "Well, you know how we've talked about stuff, and how you said it would be interesting to know what it was like to be a girl?" 'Ah,' he thought to himself. 'So she wants to try the role reversal stuff.' He nodded, waiting for her to continue. "This spell will do that. Well kinda. It will switch us. But only if you really want to." She paused looking deeply into his eyes. "Do you want to try it?" "Okay," he agreed. The panties thing had been fun after all, and if he received first, maybe she would be open to it later on. "What do we do?" Her eyes lit up with excitement. "I've set everything up. And we've already done the first part." When he looked inquisitively, she continued. "Exchange of fluids," she smiled her coy smile. " Next we stand in front of each other like this. Now close your eyes. This is going to feel weird. I don't really know how its going to feel, but it will definitely be weird. Don't fight it okay?" "Okay." He had expected her to lead him into her bedroom, or the bathroom and start redressing him. Instead she began to chant and spray him with oils. As her chanting intensified, a feeling of vertigo washed over Robert. He could feel himself sway and lurch forward. Just as it was all becoming too much Kayla grabbed him firmly by the shoulders and the world suddenly stopped spinning inside out. Opening his eyes, he saw himself in the mirror, and blinked hard to clear his head. The champagne must of had more of an effect than he thought. "That was weird," he said. 'Strange,' he thought. 'Why didn't my lips move.' A smile crept across his face, coy like Kayla's. Looking back at it, he would wonder why it took him so long to understand what had happened. After all Kayla had told him it was going to happen. A few minutes must have passed before he finally realized that he wasn't looking in the mirror. He could feel his lips tremble in confusion, mouthing words that wouldn't come. Robert nearly fell as he took a step toward the actual mirror that was hanging across the hall. His centre of mass was all wrong. He watched the image of Kayla grow as he approached. Her slender hips swayed causing him to overbalance with each step. "Relax," came a masculine voice behind him. His voice. "Try not to over think it, let my body do the work." "Your body," he said. It was. It truly was her body he was in. Fear gripped him at first but Kayla came in a close second using what had moment before been his strong arms to hold them both up. When strength returned to the feminine legs beneath him, She let him go, and stepped back. "Don't worry," She reassured him. "I can switch us back at any time." Robert, in Kayla's body, must had stood there for a half an hour just letting the reality of the situation sink in. Six months of conversations suddenly came back to him. He had said several times that it would be amazing to know what it was like to be a woman. He began to wonder if he had he meant it then. Back when it was just a hypothetical. The question was sobering in a way as he now began to think about how he truly felt about it. He could now safely see what it was like, and return to himself at any time. Possibilities began to rapidly occur to him. Endless questions that all began 'what would it be like to..." flew through his mind. A smile must of crept across his, or rather Kayla's lips, because he saw his own body smiling again back visibly relieved. Looking at the reflection of his girlfriend in the mirror, he tentatively placed a hand on his face then traced the feminine curves with soft fingers all the way down to the nape of his neck and stopped. Kayla, in Roberts body, appeared directly behind him in the mirror. He could see it peripherally, but paid it no mind until a masculine hand reached up to bring Robert's feminine hands down further, resting briefly on her soft breasts before squeezing them gently. The feeling was incredible. "Go a head," Kayla prompted in his voice. "I wouldn't have done this if I was worried about you touching all my naughty bits." That was all the encouragement he needed as he continued to gently knead his new C cup breasts. Kayla's shirt flashed by quickly breaking his grip momentarily. "Oh god," he moaned, as he now felt his breasts without the hindrance of shirt and bra. He rolled each in his hands feeling their weight in a new way. Robert's long fingernail flicked across her erect nipples causing an electric jolt to rack through his small feminine body. Gasping, he would have fallen to the floor if Kayla had not caught him. He had never known he was that strong. Gently, but firmly, she pulled him up to stand again, then kissed him hard in the nape of the neck. Robert could only gasp as Kayla caressed him, raising one hand to her knead his left breast, while the other traveled south to rest on his thigh. Her kissing trailed up his neck sucking slightly on the jawbone, then moved forward. Instinct caused Robert to lean back into the caressing lips, meeting them with his own feminine ones. When Kayla's opened to him he responded by pressing his tighter together. A moment of confusion light in his brain. 'Do I want to kiss a guy, it's really Kayla, but-' His line of thought vanished abruptly as a new wave of pleasure ran through his body. Kayla had pinched his nipple firmly, then began to caressed it in circular pattern. He moaned into her mouth and allowed their tongues to finally meet and twist together as they always had. Another time he would think about how the similarities really made the differences stand out, but currently, he was no longer capable of rational thought. His new feminine body ached in sexual pleasure and it was in full control. Kayla pressed him firmly into wall. It was never cold in her apartment but in comparison to his body it felt like ice. His breasts reacted instantly to the temperature difference, bringing another loud moan from his lips. Just as the pleasure seemed to hit a ceiling, Kayla slipped her hands down into his panties. He hadn't noticed how hot and wet he was until her hands slid easily across his pussy lips. Then with a quick rip the panties disappeared. Robert couldn't help but be disappointed when Kayla's hand didn't return to his pussy. It felt as though there was a fire down there, and he needed her to continue. Instead, Kayla dropped her second hand down to knead his ass, spreading the cheeks, and then her legs apart. Robert pulled up realizing what was about to happen, but it was to late. Kayla had already slid her cock easily into his drenched pussy, slowly pushing it in as deep as she could. New waves of pleasure tore through his body as she began to ease into a rhythm. His initial reaction forgotten, Robert now pressed back into Kayla matching her thrusts. "Fuck!" screamed out, wanting more. Air came only in ragged gasps. A masculine grunt came from behind him. A grunt he was very familiar with. Almost immediately after, a warm fluid spurted inside of his womb. Desperately he pushed back harder into Kayla, but to no avail. He was too far away from his own orgasm. 'Maybe she will go down on me.' he thought turning around. But at first sight he knew she was too beat. Exhaustion and bliss mixed on what was his face. Looking his old body over, he saw himself much differently than he ever had through a mirror. Perhaps it was the post coital sweat but he had to admit he was fairly attractive. Curiosity overpowered common fears as he looked over ever inch, something he was never inclined to do before. Crossing from head to toe, his gaze finally rested on her penis. The quickly fading erection glistened with his pussy's juices. He wondered at how it must taste them, what it would feel like to have a cock in his mouth. If she hadn't already came, he might have mimicked her own actions from earlier that night right then. "Wow," she finally said breaking the silence. When he nodded in reply she asked, "Are you okay?" "Yeah. I mean at first I was weirded out, but then - okay, holy shit! I had no idea it felt like that." "Dido," she smiled. "We are probably more conscious of it being in each others bodies." 'Makes sense,' he thought. Then said, "I'm sorry." "Why?" "I didn't really believe you earlier." She smiled warmly. 'Did my smiles ever look like that?' he wondered. "So, what's up for the rest of our vacation?" "It's a surprise!" Shift Author's Note: I decided to try my hand at writing a simple story, in terms of both length and story, for a change. I'd appreciate getting readers' thoughts on it. Any and all similarities between the following fiction and real people, events, or places is purely unintentional. Angela stares down at the man. At just over one and a half metres, in a fairly conservative pantsuit that hides most of her figure, she isn't exactly intimidating to look at. Nonetheless, her honey-gold eyes are as warm as ice, and narrowed dangerously on the businessman. The wall of wood between them doesn't hinder the effect of her glare in the slightest. When she sees the sweat beading on the defendant's brow, a predatory smirk curves her lip and she moves in for the kill. "So let me get this straight, Mr. Carmichael. You just happened to find the gun? The gun that only had your fingerprints on it?" He growls, fear turning to anger as his cheeks redden. "That's what I've said fifty times now. You'd think bad memory'd be somethin' you couldn't have as a lawyer," he mocks. She barely blinks, his anger just making her smirk grow. "So you'd never seen the victim before? Never talked to him?" "Never saw the guy," he agrees with a nod. Nodding, Angela brought her hand up to tap her chin, making a show of her eyes rolling up to the side in thought. "Hmm... Something's odd about that... Something..." She snaps her fingers, as though just now remembering the piece of paper in her bag, and confidently stalks to her table. With a flourish, she pulls the photo out, watching him turn several shades paler by the second. "So, you just swore on the stand you'd never seen the victim. But Mr. Carmichael, how's that possible? Here's a photo of you and him when you both got so inebriated and violent they photographed the two of you to make sure their bouncers never let you in again." She doesn't bother shoving the photo in his face. His pallor tells the jury she doesn't need to. "I didn't-" "That sounds an awful lot like perjury, to me," she continues. Inside, she's giddy at the luck of how easy getting the photo had been, given where it was taken. He cringes in response, the sight making her seem just that slightly taller in comparison. With a sweep of her hand, she indicates the people sitting to her side, all twelve glaring at the man. "And if you're willing to lie on the stand, how can anyone in the jury believe anything you've said? Believing that you just happened to find the murder weapon was already a stretch, but now-" "Objection, she's testifying, your honor," she interrupted. The older man behind the dais raises his brow, indicating that she'd better have a response ready. "Goes to the character of the defendant, your honor. If he's going to lie and commit a crime over something as small as seeing the victim before, his credibility on something that his future's riding on should be nil." "Overruled," the judge agrees with a nod. "Tread carefully, Ms. Blanc." Her smile takes on a feral quality, and she stalks back to the stand. Carmichael is squirming now, his suit showing signs of staining. "So? Any way you can convince your peers that you weren't the killer?" Instead of answering, Carmichael silently stares between her and the watchful jury. She feels her body tensing of its own accord as something works behind his eyes. She's ready when his chair clatters loudly to the floor and his wiry frame launches over the witness stand. "I'll kill you before they take me, you cocky bi-ugh!" Before his threat can be fully said, much less actually realized, an elbow jams into his throat. He falls in a heap to the floor, clutching at his damaged windpipe with eyes as wide as saucers. The bailiff hauls him to his feet while he continues retching, snot and tears making him appear even less attractive or intimidating. "Now that wasn't very smart," Angela goads easily, her smirk still in place. The jury stares at her, amazed by her nonchalance over dropping a man twice her weight and almost a full foot taller. He screams obscenities and threats at her the entire dragged path out of the courtroom. She merely ticks them in her head, making sure to add each one to his updated list of counts for his sentencing trial. The doors finally slip closed, cutting off any more of his tirade. "So... next Tuesday?" Angela inquires with a raised brow. "One sharp," the judge agrees. Nodding, Angela practically skips her way out of the courtroom and to her car without incident. As she begins driving, she feels her lips curving into a grin. She loves when they hand her a conviction like that. Her drive is uneventful, and she finds her mind wandering. It's still distracted as she reaches her Victorian two-story and mindlessly slips inside. A hand fisting in her hair before she's pushed against a wall, though, disperses the fog with a burst of sharp clarity. Briefly, she wonders if perhaps Mr. Carmichael had somehow followed through on his threat. When her captor presses close, and very familiar curves press against her back, though, the thought vanishes and is replaced with a very different source of anxiety. The hand disappears, and a palm ghosts down to cup a breast in replacement. "Skippin' work? Naughty, naughty," a husky voice chides, warm breath playing across the shell of the brunette's ear. She shivers, finding soft curves pressing more firmly into her in response. "G-Got out early. My job's so easy when they're guilty and stupid," she remarks with a smirk. "Sounds dull." "Well, there were thirteen different kinds of threats thrown my way while he was being dragged from the room." The woman stiffens briefly against her, a dangerous growl rumbling in the back of her throat. "Jus' threats?" Angela lets out a quiet giggle at the woman's tone, though it simultaneously stokes the flickering fire in her abdomen a bit more. "Dumbass went for me over the stand. Had a hard time breathing, when it was over. Not quite on your level, but the jury seemed impressed." The woman nods and relaxes once more against her. "So... no wounds ta' lick, then?" her girlfriend asks, concern giving way to a breathy husk once more. At the same time, wet heat flicks across the curve of her ear, drawing yet another bout of shivers from the brunette. "You're in a mood," Angela muses with a grin. A chuckle rumbles against her, and the other hand slides down from the small of her back to briefly cup her ass. "Ya' got me all hyped up 'fore bailin' this morn'. Damn near teased me braindead, then ya' were out the door. Damn right I'm in a mood," she retorts with her brogue slipping through more than usual. To accompany her words, Jane leans her head forward and clamps her teeth lightly on Angela's earlobe. "E-ever heard of m-masturbation?" the lawyer challenges breathily. "It does wonders." The hands grip harder, drawing a squeak from her as heat spreads through her veins. "When I 'ave a perfectly good pet who eventyally 'as ta' come home? Not hap'nin'," Jane hisses back. "And if I hadn't gotten out early?" the brunette challenges while throwing an amused smirk over her shoulder. As soon as their faces are mirrored, Jane leans forward and captures her lips. Angela attempts to turn around, and throw herself fully into her girlfriend's lips, only for both hands to move. Lightning fast, her hands are pinned to the wall, and Jane pulls back with a light nip at her lips. "Uh-uh. Repayment first, play later. Just keep saying what I've had on repeat in my head since this morn'." "Which is?" Angela asks, only to blush at her surprisingly breathless voice. Jane grins and leans back into her, lips again resting on her burning ear. "Anticipation makes it all the sweeter," the blonde whispers. Before she can respond, Angela is pulled forward and violently spun around, her back colliding with the wall the next instant. Jane's brown eyes are hot with lust as she pins her girlfriend's shoulder down. Angela realizes that her earlier expressions hadn't even begun to touch on feral like Jane's does. The look usually reserved for scaring rowdy clubbers is locked on her in full effect, making something deep in her abdomen clench. She remains silent as she takes in the blonde's apparel. Evidently, she hadn't deigned to change since the morning. Wrapped only in black sweats and a sports bra, the clothes work together to greatly show off Jane's muscular figure. She feels her own nipples hardening at the sight, her nervous swallow loud as a gunshot in the silence. Somehow, Jane seems to know it, too, her lips parting to show teeth like a circling wolf. Angela feels pressure on her shoulder, and she lets herself be lowered without protest, her own eyes gaining their own heated glaze. "Now then. I'm horny as fuck, and you did get home early. Why don't we use that to our advantage?" Jane asks throatily. Down on her knees, Angela sees a patch of shininess at the crotch of the blonde's sweatpants, a faint trace of arousing scent reaching her nose. "You're going to get my suit dirty," she complains, her voice a few pitches higher than Mr. Carmichael or his jury would believe her capable of. Smirking, Jane lets her hand trail up to her brunette mane before making a firm, but not painfully so, fist. Angela's head snaps up, and her eyes widen as she stares up past her girlfriend's heaving bosom to her dark smile. "Wouldn' wan' tha'. What should we do 'bout tha', ya' think?" Angela's stomach tightens further, her breath rasping out in a quiet gasp. "I... could strip?" she ventures. "Can ya'? Well, tha's good ta' know, though we long figured tha' out," Jane remarks with an even wider grin. Knowing what her girlfriend wants to hear, and what she wants to say, makes Angela's entire body shudder. The movement pronounces the hold of her hair more, a brief trickle of discomfort warring with the heat building in her stomach. "May I strip for you, Mistress?" The words are delivered in an even higher-pitched voice, more gasp than actual speech. Jane's eyes narrow slightly, and the brunette watches with satisfaction as she shivers, as she always does to that particular voice. While her girlfriend normally loves a tortuously slow strip tease, Angela can tell there's no patience today, at least at the moment. When a finger presses into her chin, she rises easily to her feet once more. "Twenty seconds, or I'll do worse than make it dirty," Jane growls out. The blonde's lust-laden voice sends a chill down Angela's spine, and she quickly goes to work unbuttoning her blazer. She feels eyes burning her every trace of skin as she gradually exposes more of it. By the time the twenty seconds are up, the brunette's entire body is colored slightly pinker than normal. Jane's eyes glow hungrily as they move from her feet to her head. Her lips curve into a long smile when she spots the slight shine on Angela's thighs. "I'm not the only one in a mood," she muses. "Didn't say you were," Angela quips easily. Any more banter is interrupted when Jane grabs her hair, forcing her head to tilt back. She catches her lips in a searing kiss, tongue and teeth quickly joining the fray. The light nips and licks quickly enflame the brunette's lips, sending pulses of sensation straight to her center. Angela moans at the feeling of hands rubbing figure eights up and down her side. As soon as she does, Jane's tongue slips into her mouth, and she eagerly laps at the appendage. One of the hands moves to her breast, tracing even more random patterns into her sensitive skin while the kiss deepens. Angela tries to reciprocate, only to find her hands suddenly held against her stomach between them in an iron grip. When spots start flickering along her vision, Angela forces the kiss to break off. Their gasping fills the air, and the two share burning stares for a moment. Finally, Jane deigns to move again. Jane grabs her hand, then, and quickly drags her back the several steps needed to get into their bedroom. They stop once they reach the bed, and Angela gulps against her will as her girlfriend's grin grows even larger. With a move that Angela wishes she was half graceful enough to pull off, the blonde spins around her and comes to rest on the bed, sitting facing her. The hand holding hers quickly slips up to her shoulder, and lightly presses. Angela shudders at the feel of their feathery carpet against her naked legs, small bursts of sensation rising every time she shifts. The realization that she's now practically in her girlfriend's lap just adds to the sensation. She looks up just in time to see Jane's eyes flutter, the bouncer's entire body shivering at the idea, as well. With a throaty groan, the blonde's hand moves up to lightly cup the back of her head. The way she drags Angela's head forward, pressing her face firmly against the seat of her pants, though, is a sharp contrast to the light touch. "Don't worry, baby, you can get my clothes as dirty as ya' want." Angela's eyes lift up, and she raises a brow at the blonde's cocky expression. "Are you making fun of me?" She notices that Jane bites her lip as soon as she talks, letting her know just how close her mouth, and her warm breath, are to Jane's pussy. With a more noticeable blush, Jane grins down at her and pulls her more firmly against her growing wet spot. "Maybe, a bit." Angela clamps her lips onto the damp fabric in response. She grins when her warm breath buries into the thin cotton, drawing a very quiet moan from the blonde's parted lips. "Okay, I'm stoked. Now, be a good girl and strip your Mistress. We've got plenty of time 'afore I hafta' go, if we use it right," Jane groans. Angela quickly leans forward, not bothering to argue against the appealing idea. She can feel Jane's surprise as she leans further up, and instead of grabbing at the waistband of her sweats, instead puts her hands on her hips. Warmth quickly soaks into her hands, and she smirks when Jane shivers under her slightly colder touch. Still wearing her smirk, she uses her handhold to keep her balance as she almost flops onto the blonde. With her torso pressed against Jane's legs, she lets her lips fall to her stomach. The brunette trails kisses along her quivering abdomen, her mouth dancing over the sensitive flesh as she slowly makes her way down. When she stops at the waist of her sweatpants and begins lightly flickering her tongue, Jane's breathing audibly hitches. The sound of the gasp goes to Angela's groin, and she feels herself clenching. Her hands flex on Jane's hips, and without further adieu, she bites down on the thin cotton. She feels Jane's burning stare as she slowly, torturously drags the sweats down her legs. Every few centimeters, she pauses and moves her mouth, as though the fabric slips from her grip. During each of these releases, she makes sure to drag her tongue along quivering, burning skin before getting back to stripping her girlfriend. Before long, she has the sweats down to only half-covering Jane's pussy. An evil grin moves across her lips there. "Ah, did you shave for me, baby?" Jane groans as the brunette's words feather across her naked mons. "Mmm-maybe..." "You really were eager," she laughs. Despite her nearly constant squirming, Jane still manages to give her a somewhat intimidating wolfish grin. "You have no idea. Now, finish stripping me and get to work, or there'll be hell to pay." Angela cants her head to the side, resting her cheek on a quivering thigh as she stares back. "But I like having hell to pay, remember? It's one of my charms." Jane groans, and her hand shoots down to grab a fistful of hair. "Different approach. Stop teasing and do what we both want, or I'll put you in the chastity belt with a vibe set low inside you for my six hour shift tonight," she growls. Angela more than matches her groan, and the rumbling sends spark of sensation into her girlfriend's crotch. When Jane hisses out, her head bending back for a moment, the brunette decides she's had her fill of the torment. "All you had to do was ask, Mistress," she whispers. With a giggle at the blonde's glare, she lets her hands slide down and takes a firm grasp of the cotton. With a lightning-quick motion, she drags it the rest of the way off, revealing metres of tanned, muscular legs. As soon as the sweats are off, Angela moves back in. Angela barely even registers what's happening in her addled state by the time her legs are up and over the brunette's shoulder. When a tongue laps at her lower lips, though, she comes out of her stupor with a gasp. Angela grins into her girlfriend's pussy as she begins squirming against her face. After the first few licks, the taste really hits her, and she releases an embarrassing moan into Jane's thigh. The vibrations just make the blonde squirm more, which sends the growing fire in both women even hotter. A hand again cups the back of her head, though she no longer needs any encouragement as she begins lapping at her girlfriend's wet labia. Deciding she wants to see how fast she can actually make the blonde cum, she begins flicking her tongue against the sensitive flesh, while also moving her head in slow circles. Soon, her saliva coats Jane from one thigh to the other, more than mingling with the increasing flow of the blonde's own fluids. The scent completely floods Angela's senses, and she soon finds one of her hands moving to between her legs. With the other, she eagerly slips first one, then another finger into Jane's tight tunnel. The muscles quiver and clench as she begins setting up a rhythm inside her girlfriend. On each push deeper inside with her fingers, she licks down one of Jane's labia. She laps up the other side each time she pulls them back out until just her fingertips remain inside. This rhythm goes on for a torturously long time, and Angela makes sure to slow each time the blonde almost peaks. A cruel side of her loves hearing the incoherent babbling that eventually starts slipping from her usually collected girlfriend. "Please! Nnneed... ugh... cum!" is among the more comprehendible of the senses, and it's the one that Angela uses as a signal. She pushes her fingers slightly deeper than she'd previously reached, and begins rapidly scissoring them against Jane's walls. At the same time, she moves her mouth up and lets her tongue lightly flicker against the blonde's exposed clit. The two forces combine, and in seconds, Jane's back arches like a taut bow. Her mouth opens, and an animalistic howl fills the bedroom as cum gushes into the brunette's open mouth. She continues her ministrations, drawing more and more orgasms from the seemingly mindless bouncer. Finally, though, the flow starts to wane, and Angela finally pulls back with one last kiss to each of Jane's thighs. She feels cum covering the lower half of her face, and finds herself reveling in the expression locked onto the blonde's face. Shuddering breaths are the only sound the bouncer can manage for a small eternity, before her heart gradually slows to an approximation of its normal pace. Only then does she open her eyes and look down her body. Seeing Angela's face shining brings a grin to her lips. "Taste good?" In response, Angela grins right back and slowly makes a show of lapping her shining fingers clean. "Worth the wait?" she challenges back. Shift "With change," Jane agrees easily. A wicked gleam grows in her eyes, and she leans down until her face is almost against the brunette's. "Now, I think you could use some relief, for being such a good girl." Angela watches with satisfaction as Jane's legs shiver under her weight when she stands up from the bed. Her own arousal increases immensely when Jane moves to the closet door, that predatory grin on her lips again. "Let's see what toys we can play with before I go." Angela just releases a quiet moan as her girlfriend disappears into the closet, wondering what surprises the rest of her day has in store for her...