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 Side Effects Part 2
DISCLAMER: If you shouldn't read this, don't.



   Tom lay back in his bed.  In all fairness, it was just a futon mattress
that sat on the floor of his bedroom.  Tom never quite got around to buying
a complete bed: you know, frame, spring mattress... blankets.  Tom had
better things to spend his money on.  The futon mattress had served him
adequately for the past six months since he moved into this apartment, and
it had served him more than adequately for the past three days.

   "I'm definitely fired." Tom thought aloud.

   Tom hadn't been to work since Friday.  Actually the Friday before last.
It all seems like some sort of dream.  That Friday night had been the
abduction or the visitation or whatever they're calling it these days. 
Then came Saturday, and the realization of his new "gift." Tom made his
first ventures into shape shifting and had his run in with Amy.

   Amy!  Tom needed to give her a call.  More precisely, Jack needed to
give her a call.

   Tom climbed out of his mattress and onto his feet for the first time in
nearly twenty-four hours.  Looking down, Tom realized they weren't his
feet. He wasn't sure whose feet they were anymore, but he knew they
couldn't be his.  First of all Tom normally wore an eleven.  Second, Tom
had a hangnail that bothered him for the past month.  Third, Tom never
remembered painting his toenails pink.

   Tom stopped into his bathroom and glanced in the mirror.  Blond hair,
pouty lips, big blue eyes.  It suddenly clicked to him: Jeri Ryan.  Star
Trek: Voyager comes on every
night around eleven.  This must be a run off from the first couple days

of Tom's shifting.  Back then, Tom looked through magazines, movies,
television programs, and whatever else just waiting to see someone he found
attractive.  Then he would change into her and examine the body nude and up
close.  Jennifer Austin, Britnay Spears, Lisa Marie.  Tom couldn't name all
the famous bodies he examined in close detail.  He even took a couple
pictures.  The Polaroids scattered around his living room could have made
him a fortune in the tabloids.

   Tom sat on the toilet to relieve himself.  He'd come used to sitting
when he went to the bathroom almost exclusively now, just to be safe.  He'd
swapped between male a female so much lately.  Once the novelty of posing
in bodies of celebrities had worn off, Tom discovered something even
better: female masturbating.  That was a trip, a trip that lasted him
almost a week.  Tom was still amazed by how it felt.  Tom couldn't describe
it in terms of the male orgasms he'd experienced.  It would be like telling
about a morning swim using only mountain climbing jargon.

   Washing his (or was it her) hands, Tom splashed water onto his face.  He
trailed her (or was it his) hand down caressing her breast (yeah, that
one's right).  "No," Tom scolded himself, "not any more, today."

   Tom stumbled into his kitchen.  He swung open the refrigerator to find
nothing.  Not even a condiment remained.  Tom had eaten himself out of
house and home.  Whether he liked it or not, Tom had to reenter the world
of the living.  He didn't have anything against going outside.  He had just
been more interested in indoor activities recently.

   Tom picked up his phone.  He had disconnected it Wednesday or so.  It
was just bothersome.  Reattaching the line, Tom sat the phone next to the
answering machine that constantly flashed that it had eight messages it
couldn't wait to tell.  Against his better judgment, Tom pressed the play
button.

   "Tom, this is Sharon from work..." Tom hit the next button, unwilling to
listen to his boss' voice.

   "Tom, Sharon..." NEXT.

   "Hey, it's Sharon again..." NEXT.

   "We're getting worried..." NEXT.

   "Where are you, Tom..." NEXT.

   "Sharon here..." NEXT.

   "If you're sick..." NEXT.

   "Tom, don't bother..." Next.

   "Hello, Thomas..." Tom caught himself before hitting the next button
once again.  "Melissa here.  You seem to have disappeared off the map, and
I was just wondering what was up.  Give me a ring."

   Tom held down the delete button and removed all eight messages. 
Melissa, damn.  Tom checked his watch 1:30 p.m.  He'd missed two of his
Sunday brunches with her.  Guilt flooded Tom, followed then by an expanding
joy.  Tom really wanted to talk to someone about his new gift, but he
couldn't just go around telling anyone.  Melissa was safe.  He'd trusted
her with secrets before, nothing this big, but then again, what else could
be this big?

   Tom shifted back into his original body.  Well, close enough.  Tom
removed a couple pounds, given himself a hair cut, and left his facial
stubble at a two-day growth.  He hadn't used his "real" shape in several
days, but if felt like putting on a favorite shirt.  It felt like home.

   * * *



   "Yeah, whatever."

   "No, really." Tom tried to explain.

   Melissa walked around her apartment speaking sarcastically and using
finger quotation marks to accent her words.  "So (finger quotes) aliens
took you to their (finger quotes) spaceship and performed experiments on
your (finger quotes) body."

   "Wait, why did you put finger quotes around body?"

   "Tom, this is like one of those stupid stories from the Internet you
insist on e- mailing me."

   "Self-reflective humor?  Like that never shows up..."

   "I can get over you ditching me two weeks in a row, but this excuse..."

   Tom stood, and in the same movement shift into another shape.

   "Holy shit!" Melissa stopped.  "You... you're..."

   "I call this body Jack.  It was the first shape I made up when I was
learning what I could do."

   "Looks like you went the whole nine yards."

   I followed Melissa's gaze to my crotch, where my oversized member
strained nicely against my jogging pants.

   "Oh, yes, well, I had a lot of experimenting to do."

   Melissa walked to her kitchen and got herself a drink of water.  Tom
watched her, slightly confused, as she returned to him and gave him another
once over.

   "This is really incredible." She finally said.  "So what have you done
with it so far?  I can understand you missing our brunches.  I'd be
everywhere.  Seeing the world through different eyes."

   "Uh, yeah."

   "So?  Where have you been?  Who have you been?"

   "I've been a lot of different people, but I never actually left my
apartment."

   "What was there to do there?"

   "Masturbate, mainly."

   "Masturbate?"

   "I got a blow job, too.  From the neighbor girl."

   "Way to go there, Sport."

   Tom hated it when Melissa called him Sport.  She always did it when she
talked down to him about relationships and sex.  Melissa is what Tom
considered an expert in sex.  Many a time, Tom left Melissa's apartment
drooling over the stories she told him.  Exhibitionism, bondage, group sex,
Melissa dabbled in a little of everything, and she relayed it all to Tom in
graphic detail, teasing him along the way about his own, failing sex life.

   "Why does this guy, you, look so familiar?"

   "He was in GQ, remember?" Tom responded, posing for her.  "You said he
looked incredible."

   "Even better in 3D."

   Tom stopped and looked closely at Melissa.  This was really affecting
her.

   "What else have you tried?"

   Tom thought for a seconds, then closed his eye.  After shifting, he
opened them again, glaring wickedly at Melissa.  Tom was fully aware of
Melissa's lesbian tendencies, and one night of drinking after watching
Girl, Interrupted, he was also aware of Melissa's attraction to Angelina
Jolie.  "I've been trying all sorts of things." This wasn't a body Tom had
tried on before, and he wasn't sure why.  The sweat pants and t-shirt he
wore looked like basic laziness, but on his new form, it just reeked
sexiness.  In all honesty, though, Tom wasn't sure what wouldn't look sexy
on this body.

   Melissa sat frozen, unsure what to do, so Tom made a move.  He ran his
hand up her arm, across her next, and up and down her cheek.  This quickly
snapped Melissa out of her daze.  Without hesitation, Melissa leaned
forward and kissed Tom full on the lips.  A long, drawn out kiss.  The two
separated, and sat in silence for a moment.

   "I'm sorry," Melissa started.  "I'm not sure what..."

   Before she could finish, Tom dove at her, and their lips locked once
more.  This time, Melissa's tongue pushed into his mouth.  Melissa lay
back, melting into the couch as Tom leaned over her, his long hair shading
their faces as they remained locked together.  Melissa's arms reached out
and began to caress his female body.  Her hands slid up Tom's back and held
his head tightly as Tom drove his tongue deep into her mouth.

   Finally, Melissa and Tom released their grip on each other, and Tom
stood upright.  Melissa sank deeper into the cushions with a wickedly large
grin on her face.  Tom stopped and took the time to look over his new body.
He could see why Melissa was so attracted to it.  Long shapely legs, round
hips, and tits!  Tom palmed his breasts through the t-shirt he wore,
feeling their size and weight.

   "Not too bad at all."

   Tom lifted the t-shirt from his frame, leaving him topless, naked from
the waist up.  Tom's breast clung high on his chest, and he arched his back
to make them stand out even more, but what caught his eye the most were his
nipples, they pointed straight out, as hard and erect as his cock ever had.
That was one thing that Tom had noticed in his brief experiences as women:
nipples.  He was surprised at their sensitivity.  Male nipples never really
did anything for him.  You might as well be kissing his elbow.  But female
nipples, now that was another story.

   "Are you sure we want to do this?" Melissa asked, breaking Tom's nipple
introspective.  "We can stop now if we want to."

   Tom sat next Melissa on the couch.  Setting his hand on her knee, he
slowly ran it up her leg, under her skirt.  Tom teased Melissa's upper
thighs with his now long fingernails, inching ever closer to the point
where her legs met, but never quite making contact.  After toying with her
for long enough, Tom grazed her panties with his finger, feeling the
moisture.

   "It doesn't seem like you want to stop."

   Melissa's only response was a moan from deep inside her.  Tom took this
as a welcoming, and maneuvered his fingers into her panties.  Tom rubbed
his finger up and down her slit, covering it with her wetness.  Then,
without ceremony, Tom sunk his finger deep inside her.  Melissa's body
suddenly tensed, and she grabbed the couch's cushions tightly with each
hand.  Flicking his wrist, Tom began fucking Melissa with his finger,
pushing it in and out of her as quickly as possible, pausing momentarily
deep inside and palming her crotch.

   Tom pressed his body against Melissa's arm, his mouth right next to her
ear.  "Let's just see how kinky you really are." Tom accented his sentence
by licking her ear lobe.

   Melissa could feel Tom change next to her.  For one thing, he got
shorter; his tongue was now more on level with her ear.  Also, the breasts
that pressed against her arm became a little fuller, slightly heavier.  The
finger within her lost its long nail as it was joined by another, shorter
finger.  Melissa rolled her head to the side, coming face to face with
herself.  The shock was enough to push her over the edge.  Melissa's hips
bucked upward to meet Tom's fingers as her body was consumed in orgasm.

   When she returned to Earth, Melissa turn back to see herself sitting
topless next to her, smiling widely.

   "What possessed you to change like that?"

   "I don't know.  The idea just popped into my head." Tom removed his hand
from beneath Melissa's skirt and wiped it off on his jogging pants.  "I
wonder if what we just did would be considered masturbation?" Tom realized
his comment was lost on Melissa.  Her attention was on removing Tom's
jogging pants and taking his boxers with them.  Tom now sat in Melissa's
body, completely nude, with Melissa between his legs.  "What are you
planning now?"

   Melissa bent forward and licked the lips of Tom's vagina.

   Tom shuttered so hard he kicked most of the books off Melissa's coffee
table.

   "Wow!"

   Melissa kissed up one of Tom's thighs and down the other before
returning the attention of her mouth to Tom's crotch.  Tom involuntarily
spread his legs wider as he felt Melissa's tongue enter him.  The feeling
was indescribable.  Melissa opened Tom's lips with her fingers and pushed
her tongue deeper inside.  Tom could feel Melissa's nose grinding against
his pubic mound, but that feeling was drowned out by what her tongue and
fingers were doing inside of him.

   "Oh My God!"

   Melissa had her first two fingers inside Tom up to her knuckles. 
Melissa drove the fingers in and out, almost trying to get them deeper
inside.  Meanwhile, Melissa's tongue centered on Tom's clit and swirled on
it in a circular motion.  Tom moaned so long it was almost difficult for
him to catch his breath.  Tom arched his back as far as it could, pressing
himself against Melissa's eager face.

   "Oh... oh... oh!"

   With her free hand, Melissa slid one finger into Tom's asshole.

   That was enough.  Suddenly, Tom went all quiet, as if his moans and
groan went inward.  The next sound to escape was almost a growl, as Tom
came.  Instinctively, Tom's hands went to the back of Melissa's head,
holding it in place, but she wasn't going anywhere.  Tom had reached orgasm
by himself as a woman before, several times in fact, but it never felt like
this, never so... God Damn!!!  Melissa's continued attention during Tom's
orgasm had sent him into a second, more powerful one.  It felt like it was
going to rip his body apart.

   When the feeling subsided, Tom collapsed back into the cushions of the
couch.  That was all he could do.  He gasped for air, realizing he hadn't
taken a breath through his entire second orgasm.

   Melissa stood and walked away, around the couch.  Tom couldn't see what
she was doing, but he could hear her going through a box of something.  Tom
rolled over, but all he could see was the open door to Melissa bedroom. 
The sounds of her going through her belongings were replaced by snapping
sounds.

   "What's going on in there?" Tom asked in Melissa breathy, feminine way.

   "Just a second." Responded an identical voice.

   Melissa stepped back into the living room, now completely naked except
for a couple straps of leather circling her legs and waist, which held a
plastic 10" penis in place.

   "I think it's about time you got fucked, Sport."

   END OF PART 2



   AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, it only took me five months to write the second
part of this, hopefully part three will come a lot sooner.  I must admit,
the idea of shape-shifting into the form of the person you're having sex
with came in one of the many reader responses I got from my first posting.
Which just goes to show that I do listen to those who write me.  If you
liked it, drop me a line.  If you didn't, drop me a line.  I just like
getting e-mail.
   Thanks, Will Sky willsky@hotmail.com