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Transitions
     By Ramapo




     Tiffini perched in the chair waiting for the
computer monitor to come alive and the
machine to finish booting.  Despite the promise of
beauty and grace implied by her name, she was a very
plain girl, twenty seven years old.  Her body was
skinny and offered the viewer nothing in the way of
obvious female charms that would draw favourable
attention.  Naked except for a thong, she looked at
her watch, hating that it was so late to just be
getting back to her apartment.  
     The lights were off and now her bony chest,
displaying two almost flat breasts with jet black
nipples, was bathed in the soft glow of the screen. 
Her areolas sprouted long black hairs around their
edges, which she kept trimmed back.  The thong was
pulled tight over her also hairless vulva, its strap
pulled tight up into the crease between her flat
buttocks.
     Her thin, unstyled wispy brown hair was loose
and down to just the tip of her shoulders. It
refused to grow longer without the ends splitting or
breaking off.  The only hair style that worked was
to wrap it into a small bun and pin it to the back
of her head.
     She started her newsgroup reader and waited.
     Maybe tonight, she'd find something, someone to
want to talk to her.  Like her.  Even for 
the evening.  Just talk for a while via e-mail.
     She clicked on alt.sex.personals and the screen
immediately filled with endless SPAM from the day's
frantic advertising of the Telephone and web sex
sites.  She began to scan for subject lines that
were actually personals.  Five tries on promising
titles led only to more SPAM.
     It was toward the end.  After midnight.  A new
crop of headers dropped in on a refresh.
     "SWF, 27, Lonely, Searching for Ms. Right"
     Tiffini read it again.  It said Ms.  A lesbian. 
Her pussy tingled.  She had no desire to approach a
woman.  She walked around all her waking life,
thinking, acting and she was a hetero.  She had no
luck with men.  And, in spite of many efforts, she
never seemed to get much beyond a first or second
date.  She knew her looks consigned her to the
bottom of the pile in attracting a man.  And she'd
wondered about her dreams.  Tried to dismiss them. 
Push them away.  Deny them.  For some time now, she
was always with a woman.  Gorgeous, stunning women. 
Women who cared for her, loved her, and made love
like sex fiends.  For at least two years the men had
disappeared in her nighttime and she'd been dreaming
about women.  But as a hetero, she tried to ignore
the dreams.  God was she miserable.  Why couldn't
this be a man posting this?
     She wondered why her hand just opened the
posting as she read the contents.  I'm really
desperate, I guess, she was thinking.  Oh, well, at
least maybe someone to exchange a few notes with. 
Only the lonely.  Something like that.
     "The header says it all.  I can supply beauty,
abundant female charms, security and love.  I need
the right life partner to share her love with me, to
need someone like me.  Current physical appearance
unimportant.  I can make you the woman of your
dreams.  Can you be the one in my dreams?    
Searching-----Vixen"
     An e-mail address followed.
     She read it again.  "What the hell does  make
you the woman of your dreams?'" mean, she said out
loud to herself.
     It was an intriguing posting.  Tiffini copied
the e-mail address into her mailer and typed,
"Vixen.  If I were a lesbian, we should be talking. 
God, should we be talking.  I could use someone to
 make me the woman of my dreams' and provide
security and love.  I have a lot to offer, but
beauty and female charms aren't in the cards.  No
takers here either.  Good luck.  I think you have a
better chance than I do.  Tiffini (yes, it's my real
name, even if I'm a dog.)"
     She pushed the send key and let the mailer run
in background.  A tear rolled down her cheek. 
Another dry night.  It was almost one in the
morning.  Another refresh of the newsgroup and
another list of SPAM.  What a crappy way to live.
     She sat back and looked down at her thin body. 
A boy's body without the muscles. She reached to
turn off the computer and just then, her e-mail
system beeped with a new message.
     It was from Vixen.  The same time zone, she
noticed, based on the message sent time in the
header.
     "Tiffini.  I love the name already.  Can we at
least keep each other company on line while we look? 
I hate the long nights of senseless answers from
idiots.  I post once each night in a different
newsgroup.  Two years and still not the right
person.  Maybe you could try being a lesbian to keep
me from being so lonely? ;-)   "
     "Sleep well tonight and tell me all about your
dreams tomorrow and I'll tell you all about mine. 
If I'm going to make you the woman of your dreams, I
have to know what they are, don't I?   Sweet dreams
then, Vixen"
     Dreams.  Tell her my dreams.  About women. 
About me in my dreams.  Not much chance of that,
Vixen, Tiffini thought.  I try all day to forget
about them, and you want me to
remember everything and share.
     But the note back was sweet, lonely, sharing
and showed Vixen had a sense of humour.
     I wonder what SHE dreams about, Tiffini thought
as she snapped off the computer and she pushed the
thong aside to pee in the bathroom.  Can't be any
hotter than the shit I get going, I'll bet.
     She dried herself and pulled the thong back
over her naked slit. The cool silk sheets felt
wonderful against her skin as she settled her head
back into the pillow and tried to clear her mind. 
No masturbation, she promised herself.  The brief
exchange with Vixen had left her aroused and she
didn't want to do anything to get the damn dreams
started again.  Please.  In the dark of the room,
eventually, her breathing deepened and her tired
body and mind slept.  Only her cries and gasps of
passion during her dreams broke the early morning
silence in the apartment.
     In the morning, the usual dark stain from her
arousal was an unneeded confirmation that her dreams
had been strong again.  The thong was soaked and she
tossed it into the sink to rinse it out.  Another
day.  Oh, god, I can't go on like this, she thought. 
The visions of the dreams still boiled in her mind
and didn't fade.  Each day, they remained longer and
longer.  She busied herself dressing and grabbing a
quick breakfast.  She looked at the computer as she
walked out the door.  Vixen.  Dreams.  I'm NOT going
to open this door she thought as she slammed her way
out of the apartment.
     But by lunch time she was still reliving the
night's dreams and was having a difficult time
concentrating.  I wonder what she dreams about?  My
dreams would shock her, I'll bet. She knew she'd
write Vixen again.  At least it was something to
look forward to, she rationalized..  
     At home, she forced herself to eat and clean up
the kitchen, then she started the computer.  It was
early yet.  But she found herself unable to wait and
she typed a quick message to Vixen.
     "Home early.  Any luck last night?  My only
surprise was you."  And sent it.  And as she sat
back, she realized her hands were shaking.
     She stood up and stripped, retrieving her thong
and enjoying the feel of the back strap sliding into
her crack and up tight against her anal opening. 
She went out on the balcony of her 33rd floor
apartment in the dark and sat, running her fingers
lightly over both nipples until they were rock hard
in the night air.  There was just enough breeze to
cool the wet seeping into the thong and her pussy
tingled.  She knew before long she'd get some toys
and spent the rest of the night trying to satisfy
the demon in her.
     The mail program beeped at long last.
     "Hi!  Gosh am I glad to see your note!  I hoped
you'd write but would understand if you want to
stop.  I had a very powerful dream last night and I
even wrote down some details if you want to see
them.  I'm with another woman (of course) and I tend
to get very graphic and dirty when I talk about and
enjoy sex, so let me know if I should tell you about
this.  Maybe you could tell me if your alter-ego
showed up last night?  What does she(you) look
like?"
     "I just posted to alt.sex.other.  Bottom of the
barrel for me."  
     "Hoping.  Vixen"
     Women.  Hot, lusty sex.  Very graphic.  Tiffini
couldn't breathe and got up and walked around.  Oh,
god.  This was such a big mistake.  Just take your
toys and play and then surrender to the dreams that
will overwhelm you again.  You don't need her dreams
to make it worse.
     But she settled in the chair, selected New
Message.  As she typed, the alter-ego of her dreams
came to life.  Her excitement was almost paralysing,
but she managed to keep typing.
     "Vixen.  I've never told anybody about this. 
Why you?  Why now?  I don't know.  Maybe you do.  I
slip into sleep so quickly.  Like I'm running to a
date.  (I'm breathing really hard as I type -
because what I'm about to describe gets me so
excited.  The me I'm about to become.)  I gradually
become aware that I'm in a large house with many
well lit and airy rooms.  I'm sure it's by the
ocean, because I can hear surf and gulls sometimes. 
As my awareness increases, the first feelings of
incredible sexual power and desire sweep through me
and suddenly, I can feel every nerve of my new body. 
My body is everything and more that I'm not now. 
I'm tall, 5'11" maybe and I'm always in stiletto
heels making me much taller.  I've got a truly
beautiful face with clear brown eyes and a sensuous
mouth painted deep red.  My hair (sigh), is amazing. 
It is twice as thick as it could ever be and long,
down my back to the middle of my rear in a wild
mass.  The hair of a seductress.  I can feel it over
my shoulders and down the sides of my face and the
swish of it across my back and tail as I walk makes
me wet.  My neck is long, shoulders broad and
beneath (talk about some serious over compensation
here) are two enormous, bulbous breasts, smaller at
my chest than out, standing well up, defying gravity
and pointed out from each other.  If you picture an
anime cartoon of a tiny woman with their sometimes
huge uplifted, almost balloon-like breasts, I'm the
one who stepped off the page and into my dream.  The
areolas are dark, round ice cream scoops on the ends
and the nipples are pencils that stand out at least
a half inch all the time.  Everything is so
sensitive, they are erect and aching.  I'm wearing a
bikini top that is just two small triangle patches
over the areolas and a string around the neck and
back.  The areolas and crowning nipples are stiff
and firm and wondrous to touch, which I do often. 
My waist is sleek, small and firm, flowing down into
perfect hips and impossibly long thighs.  My sex is
shaved, prominent and also covered with a small
patch that lets my clitoris be visible just over the
top.  My ass is high, firm and has two deep dimples,
one on each cheek.  My calves are a dancer's,
flowing down into smooth ankles and tanned feet,
which are arched up into those tall heels.  I have
perfect posture, emphasizing everything.  My skin is
tight and firm and there is not an ounce of flab on
me.  I'm tanned all over except for my snow white
breasts.  This body is so hot I'm ready to explode
before anything else begins in the dream.  I am a
goddess.  A seductress.  A dominatrix.  A slut.  A
siren.........a vixen. ( ;-) ) I'm made to give and
receive intense sexual pleasure.  It is the focus of
my life.
     "I'm so hot from writing this, I'm going to
have to masturbate.
     "Please don't laugh.  This woman waits for me
each night, experiences amazing sex,  and deserts me
in the daylight, leaving me exhausted, frustrated
and lonely.  Tiffini"
     She clicked on send before she could change her
mind and a hand raced under her thong and began to
rapidly flick her already rock hard tit of a
clitoris.  The other hand soon crammed itself
between her legs, now thrown over the arms of the
chair and two, then three fingers plunged into her
sopping wet hole and she came and came and came,
leaving herself exhausted for the moment.  The seat
was wet and she was covered in sweat.
     Finally, she staggered out of the room and took
a cold shower.
     She was terrified of the message she just sent. 
To a lesbian.  My god.  My god.  I've exposed this
to......to a lesbian.  She was stunned and didn't
believe she had done it.  She wanted to pull the
message back. It was too late.
     Naked on the balcony, thong left in the sink,
she stood in the cool air and decided not to answer
Vixen's reply, if there was one.  No more.  I've
told her too much.  Where could it end? What good
could it do?  She was already so frustrated. And
scared.
     A beep.  Her mailer.
     She tried to resist.  To turn it off.  She
clicked.  The message exploded onto the screen.
     "Dearest, frustrated Tiffini,
     "I could never laugh at this wondrous woman
you've created.  I've been searching for her for
years.  And now she appears in your dreams.  I too
masturbated while reading your description and was
shaking so hard from my orgasm that I couldn't type
this for some minutes.  Your scene is amazingly
similar to the location and situation I live in,
which was one of the reasons I felt immediately in
touch with this character and you. Your alter-ego
has struck a deep chord within me at some very basic
level.  A connection.  I know we are very different
right now. I know you didn't write that to excite
me, but that's the powerful effect it had on me.  
     "At least you know she'll come back each night
and give you the pleasure you seem unable to find
while awake.
     "In a short while, I'm going to send you my
dream.  I know I'm horribly graphic, but that's the
way I experience (and enjoy) sex.  Both asleep and
waking.  Your alter ego would adore me in bed (or
anywhere else she could fuck me).  We'd be a perfect
match.
     "I need to shower to calm down so I can finish
and send this off to you.  Please wait up.  I'll
hurry.
     "An amazing excited Vixen."
     Tiffini read and re-read the note.  She
relaxed.  And stiffened.  My god, she was turning a
lesbian on and now she was sending a graphic sex
dream story back.  She reacted in reflex and turned
the machine off.
     She slipped the now dry thong back on and lay
on the sheets.  Sleep. Sleep.  Come on.  Two hours
passed.
     She sat in front of the machine and finally, in
almost slow motion,  turned it on.
     "Tiffini, my dearest. I'm sorry this took so
long.  The shower didn't do any good, so I had to go
get some of my toys (and boy have I got a bunch to
keep me company on nights like this) and work
through my arousal.  You might be nervous about the
effect your description is having on me, but I know
you are only telling me because I asked, and, given
my SO, I guess it was inevitable.  I'm about the
horniest person you're likely to ever meet anyway,
so it was bound to set me off, regardless.  You are
so brave to reveal this to me.  I treasure it.  It
is a beautiful, incredibly erotic image.  Life is
strange.  But dreams can sometimes come very true
and become reality.  Please hold that thought very
tightly to your heart."
     "Please read what follows only as me trying to
show you why I feel so lonely as well.  We both have
dreams that leave us unfulfilled in real life."

     "I always sleep in the nude, starting on my
back with my legs well spread and the air from an
open window blowing across my pussy.  By the time
I'm finally asleep, I'm deeply aroused at a
subliminal level and I know this just makes me dream
very intense sexual settings that leave my bed
soaked each morning from my cuming over and over.  I
have no problems orgasming awake and get myself off
many times each day, so why I have to also need to
have such intense dreams about sex is a mystery to
me.  Not that I'm complaining.  I can't think of a
better way to spend a night.  I'm not going to
elaborate about my personal appearance right now
beyond what I say in the dream below, but I appear
in my dreams the way I appear in real life.  I am
very pretty.  And I think any man or woman
(hopefully women ;-) ) would find me sexually
attractive.  Please don't hate me for that."
     "There are lots of variations on my dream. 
Sometimes I'm the aggressor and sometimes I'm the
one being seduced, and last night it was the latter.
     "I'm standing, naked, at a railing looking out
over the sea and beach far below.  It is night and a
gentle breeze is blowing through my long blond hair,
lifting it from my shoulders, up and back in
alternating waves and dropping it again on the
middle of my rear.  Each tingle of it landing
heightens my excitement as I wait for my lover."  
     "My body is tense with wanting and desire, the
result of my lover's constant attention all day
long, as she paused to stoke me, to pinch and role a
nipple, kiss my ears - a wet tongue tip slipping
inside and sending shivers down my spine.  A loving
hand resting on my ass, a long finger sliding down
under the back side of my almost invisible suit and
the tip resting on my rear hole, a nail occasionally
scrapping across its surface, making me flex and
hump the towel under me.  She has spent the day
preparing me for the moment to come when she will
grant me release, raising my ardour minute by minute
until now I am breathless for her."
     "I know her shower will be done and her hair
finally dry, dark and long.  She will have shaved
herself so her skin everywhere is like silk, put on
her bright lipstick and placed perfume between her
jutting, oversized breasts and on the lips of her
pussy.  Just enough to constantly remind me of her
as we make love through the long night ahead.  Her
feet will be in tall heels, raising her a bit higher
than myself in my own, and now, I hear her slow
approach, the clicking of her heels on the tile
floor as she crosses the kitchen inside and
approaches me from the rear."
     "I shiver and can't breathe."
     "She waits for a moment, just behind.  Then,
she squats and begins to lick my ass, her hands and
long nails stoking the inside of my calves, and then
thighs, stopping just short of my now hopelessly
dripping cunt.  I am going to explode and she moves
closer, her firm breasts now pressed against the
backs of my legs.  She slowly rises and her long
hard nipples scrape their way upward, across my ass
and lower back, their pressure building on my back. 
Then, one hand reaches around and gathers the weight
of my own full breast and stokes outward until the
nipple is firmly stretched out as far as it will go
and electric sparks are joining the building
explosion in my belly.  Her other hand slides across
my tanned flat belly and down to the top of my pussy
and then my clit is between two painted nails and
she squeezes and I explode with a cry and gasp, my
breath coming in tears and my legs going from under
me as my knees collapse.  She holds me up with her
strong arms as I continue groan and hump back
against her."
     "Before I'm complete, she guides me over to the
oversize lounge and lays me flat on my back.  Moving
above my head, she places a knee on either side of
my head and leans down and her tongue slides into my
pussy like a snake and I explode again.  Her mounds
are spread across my belly, the now extra tight skin
squeezing out on her sides firm under my stroking. 
Her long tan silky thighs move down, lock around my
ears and she presents her own shaved cunt to my
waiting mouth and I drink of her, the open petals of
her cunt exposing a glorious pussy wanting a long
eager tongue and I provide it.  It is though I am
made to drink of her pussy, to eat it, devoir it,
savage it.  It is not subtle.  We were subtle all
day.  Now, we act in concert, almost assault fucking
each other in our haste to satisfy and be
satisfied."
     "My own legs are acting as though tied to
strings from above as they rise straight up in my
reaction to her continued probing and she guides
them back and under her arms until they are pinned
back along my sides.  She is using my own
flexibility against me and I am completely open to
her and unable to move and she uses this to
advantage as I cum again and again, my cries muffled
in her wet open pussy."
     "I am returning the affection and her hips are
bucking against my mouth as she is unable to stay
still.  Her cum is pouring from her and I drink as I
lick, the taste and smell making me even more
horny."
     "Another orgasm and I'm loosing complete
control.  My reality is closing in and I am floating
from one blissful orgasm to the next.  Her tongue is
deep within me and I can feel it flipping around
against the insides of my vagina and the drumming is
driving me wild."
     "I hold her ass down, driving her cunt hard
against my mouth and my teeth rasp across her clit
for the first time and she bucks and thrashes around
trying to escape my attack on her now very tender
and extremely sensitive button, but it does her no
good and she launches into another strong orgasm,
her legs gripping my head as she whips back and
forth."
     "We are together forever it seems.  I don't
want it to end and neither does she.  Somewhere in
the haze of our lust, our bodies reach the point
where a pause must occur and we do, almost on cue
and she rolls to the side and I turn and face her
and we hug and hold each other tight."
     "In another hour, we will begin again, our
passion fully rekindled.  Dawn will greet us as we
finally head for a soapy shower, one last glorious
orgasm from soapy fingers and a long nap till
afternoon on silk sheets, entwined in arms and legs. 
Tomorrow is my day to caress and tantalize her and I
can't wait to begin.  I already know I will tie her
down and use her toys on her until she is desperate,
and at the right moment, release her into my arms
and we will spend another night in bliss."
     "The night has been fantastic.  We love each
other, depend on each other, push each other to new
highs of delight, care for each other, protect each
other and are perfect together."
     "When the dream ends and I awake to find an
empty bed, I cry as the loneliness of yet another
day faces me."

     "I'm sorry this took so long.  Please let me
know your reactions.  I've never told anyone my
dreams either."

Fondly - and with lust in my heart, Vixen"


     Tiffini had to stop reading twice and get up
and walk around.  The story was so powerful, she
could feel herself wanting Vixen in her arms and she
tried to fight it, but the story brought her back
again and again.  She knew this dream.  She was
Vixen's lover.  Somehow, in their dreams, they had
found each other.  It made no sense, but she knew it
was true.

     "Vixen.  I'm....I'm scared.  I think you know
why.  How can this be happening?"
     "Tiffini.  I don't know.  We must meet. 
Please, come to my house."
     "Vixen.  What good will it do?  We can't do
anything about this.  These are fucking DREAMS, not
real life.  My attraction to a woman like you is
just all the more confusing.  My dreams are about
WOMEN, not men, a fact I think you somehow already
know.  But they are still DREAMS.  I need to think."
     "Tiffini.  Here is my house address and general
location and directions from several local roads. 
Please say you'll come.  We can talk this through. 
I can help you. I WANT to help you. Remember my
first note.  I'll be waiting."
     
     Tiffini stared at the last note.  The printer
blared as it printed the address and directions.  It
was about three hours away.  "I can make you the
woman of your dreams."  Like THAT could happen.  But
she finally sent a note.  Somewhere, a glimmer of
hope sprang within her.  Senseless, illogical hope. 
But the emotion wouldn't be ignored.
     "I'll come tomorrow afternoon.  I need to sleep
and rest.  God am I confused.  And scared.  I'm so
scared.  "T" "
     "Tiffini - do NOT be scared.  You will believe
me tomorrow after we talk, but right now, remember,
I CAN make you the woman of your dreams.  I never
thought I'd meet the right person and finally be
able to do this, but I know you are the one.  I'll
be waiting.  I don't think I'll be able to sleep a
wink.  Vixen."

     She tossed and turned and got a few minutes
rest.  A call to work saying she was sick, then she
threw some things in an overnight bag and she was
off.  With the car gassed up and a map and Vixen's
directions on the seat, she seemed in a trance. 
Over and over she replayed Vixen's dream.  It
brought her to near orgasm each time and twice she
stopped for an unneeded rest room break to let
herself calm down.  Her excitement confused her
more.  In the end, she just rationalized that she
was so lonely, she was doing something really dumb,
something that would make her even more frustrated. 
But she kept driving.
     Near the coast she turned off and she started
up a sandy driveway, winding up through the tall
trees.  Soon, she could hear the breakers on the
shore before her and see gulls in the air above. 
The air was clear and sparkling, a rare day at the
beach.  The sun had risen and was warming her
shoulders as a house appeared at the end of the
drive as she emerged from the woods into a beautiful
clearing before the house, with parking off to one
side.  A late model Mercedes was already parked
there.  She parked her worn out car next to it and
turned and looked out the side window at the house. 
It was a one story rambler, very large and obviously
expensive.  The stone steps leading up to the front
porch were broad and gray against the sandy expanse
and muted pastels of the house.  The front doors
were double hung with full length glass with white
sheer curtains hanging in them.  She wondered if
Vixen was watching for her through the curtains.
     At long last, she took a deep breath and opened
the door.  She left her bag in the trunk and only
took her small purse.  It took all of her will power
to keep her feet moving as she went up the steps and
reached to ring the bell.  Off in the distance
inside, she could hear the chimes and stood back and
waited.
     The door opened and Tiffini found herself
looking up into the deep blue eyes of the most
beautiful woman she had ever set eyes on.  A head
taller than herself, she had very long, beautifully
curled, streaked blonde hair that fell over her
shoulders and past her breasts to her waist. 
Tiffini felt herself blushing as she found herself
staring at Vixen's magnificent chest.  
     Vixen was wearing a sheer wrap that revealed a
string bikini underneath.  Her figure was almost
exactly like the one Tiffini dreamed about having
herself.  The flawless skin of her face and neck
flowed down to tall bumps under the wrap that
announced the long nipples on the upthrust, widely
spread mounds projecting out and up at an impossible
angle.  Trim waist, flat stomach were all the more
emphasized the by the outrageous tits above, flaring
into perfect hips, tight, taut ass and long, long
thighs.  And the feet were in stiletto heels.  White
to match the suit.  It was a body from an erotic
cartoon.  You couldn't have a body like this.  But
it was right in front of her.  It was real.
     Even as she gasped and stared and stared, she
shrank back.  Her own appearance and her lack of
self confidence made her pull back.  But Vixen was
glowing and embraced her like a long lost lover. 
The feeling of that firm body and stunning breasts
against her was overwhelming and she found herself
intensely excited.
     "I'm SO glad you got here OK.  You look tired. 
Come on in and let me get you a drink."
     Tiffini let herself be led inside.
     "I do hope you brought a bag and planned to
stay, at least for the weekend.  Good.  We'll get it
later and put it in your room."
     The house was beautifully furnished with very
expensive things. Beyond the kitchen she could see
the broad deck with a large built in pool and the
chaise lounge that Vixen had said was always had in
her dreams.  Beyond that was the ocean, blue to the
horizon with a few fluffy clouds above.
     She sipped her drink.  Vixen took the lead.
     "OK.  I've thought this through a million
times, what I'm going to say.  I'll just say it and
then you think about what I've said and take as long
as you want to decide what you want to do about it
all.  First, I don't know how we've found each other
through our dreams.  But I've had a lot of strange
things happen to me in the last two years and I
figure its just another one of those things I'll
never figure out.
     "Second,   I know you want to stare at me.  My
body.  Go ahead.  It's impossible, right?  But here
I am.  Now don't be shocked, but I want you to see
ALL of me."
     She stood up and dropped the wrap to her feet. 
She turned sideways to show off her figure and
slowly turned around again.  Then she dropped the
bikini top with a pull on two bows and pulled the
tie on her waist and the clothe patch between her
thighs fluttered to the floor.  Tiffini was so
aroused she was shaking again.  She couldn't take
her eyes off Vixen and realized she wanted to touch
her more than anything she ever wanted in her life. 
Vixen waited, turned a few times to let Tiffini take
her in completely, then replaced the bikini and
wrap.
     "The rest of this is going to sound very
strange, but I swear to you it's all true.  So
listen very carefully.  About three years ago, I was
at a convention.  I was miserable.  I had lost my
lover, was unhappy with my job and dreamed and
dreamed of something happening to change things. 
Anyway, at the convention, I was wandering around
late at night and finally wandered into the bar and
sat down.  Two tables away, all by themselves, were
two of the most beautiful women I'd ever met.  It
hurt to look at them. I hated the way I looked and
so I turned and ordered a stiff drink.  I don't know
how long it was, or how many drinks.  I was crying
in my beer, really crying, when I heard a voice ask
me if I was OK."
     "Well, I wasn't OK and did a dump on her.  She
was too beautiful, I was so ugly.  My life was shit. 
It was hopeless."
     "She asked me if I dreamed nice dreams.  I said
yeah, about a beach house, a hot lover and a body
from the erotica pages of the Internet.  I didn't
want to work.  Just fuck and be fucked and she could
kiss off, thank you very much."
     "Her companion came over and little by little
they got me calmed down and talking.  And then they
took me back to their room and made love to me.  It
was an amazing experience.  I've never gotten so
aroused in my life as they got undressed.  Such
bodies.  I'd never seen such builds on women
anywhere.  And such sex.  It was like a bomb went
off each time they made me orgasm."
     "Anyway, they told me in the morning to come
back that evening after work and they'd have a
surprise for me.  I went back and they sat me down
in the living area of the room and handed me a
package of pills.  Thirty pills, just like these. 
And a needle with a yellow fluid in it.
     Vixen placed a round plastic pill holder on the
table.  In the center was a needle with yellow fluid
in the cylinder and the pills were in a circle
around the edge, numbered from one to thirty.  The
pills started out snow white and got dark blue by
the time you got to number thirty.
     "They told me it was a secret, about how they
worked, but these pills would change my body into
the image of myself in my dreams.  Just take the
needle, wait  til the next day and then take one
pill each day, just before I went to sleep, and at
the end, my body would begin to change and over
about six months, I'd be what I'd dreamed I wanted
to be like.  And I could take one extra pill (she
held up a very large bottle with hundreds, maybe
thousands of pills) each year to keep me that way. 
Forever.  And, they could give me the house and land
I dreamed about, and set me up financially so I'd
never want for anything again."
     "And, last, they pulled out another set of
pills.  These are a matched set, they said.  The
others are for your life partner when you find her. 
So you can each be what you want to be, and have
each other for as long as you want."
     "Well, I took some convincing.  I mean, science
fiction, right?  But they showed me pictures of
themselves before the changes and after and it was
amazing."
     "So, I sat there and said, what the fuck.  I'm
so unhappy, the worst they can be doing is lying or
trying to kill me or addict me.  I picked up the
needle and Betty, she took it from my hand and told
me I could stay with them until the last pill, then
they would bring me here so I could finish the
changes and start looking for a life partner.  Once
I got here, I was on my own.
     "I held out my arm and she gave me the shot. 
It stung a little for a few minutes.  Then, they
helped me move into their suite and I quit my job. 
The next day I took a pill just before bed time.  I
won't tell you how anxious I was, but two weeks
later, I knew something amazing was happening,
because I was getting taller, and my hair began to
go blonde and, well, I was like putty being
reshaped.  It didn't hurt, but I couldn't believe my
eyes.  My chest started to really grow and my waist
got tiny and, well, the night I took the last pill,
I wasn't the woman who took the first one.  And,
they took me here, gave me the title papers, keys to
the house, a car, a huge bank account, and told me
to have fun.  We made love one more time and they
left.  I started my search.  And here you are."
     Tiffini looked at the needle.  A needle and
some pills.  She looked back at Vixen.  She'd never
be lonely again.  She'd be with Vixen, forever, she
said.  She picked up the needle.  And held it out to
Vixen.  A flood was washing away her fears.  She
felt stronger than she ever had.
     "I know what I want.  I want to be the woman of
my dreams.  And have you."
     Vixen sank the needle into her thin arm and
pushed the plunger.  "You already have me,
and tomorrow, you begin to become that woman.  In my
eyes and dreams, you already are that woman."
     Tiffini looked up at her and cried.  Her arm
stung like hell.  Vixen held her close.

     Two weeks later, Vixen stood at the railing in
the dark, the wind in her hair as it fluttered in
the small of her back in a repeating pattern. 
Tiffini walked up beside her.  She was getting
taller now, her thin form filling out very
perceptively.  Her joy of learning the process was
really working was spirit lifting beyond measure. 
Her sexuality in her new conscious orientation was
growing and she and Vixen now openly played with
each other a bit, even if Tiffini was hopelessly shy
about it still.  They put their arms around each
other.  Vixen told her they would wait to consummate
their love until the night of the last pill, and
then, they would become physical lovers as well as
spiritual lovers.  Tiffini knew she be ready by
then, maybe sooner at this rate.
     Tiffini had never been so happy.  More and
more, she felt Vixen becoming a part of her spirit. 
And she knew that Vixen was totally devoted to her. 
She was feeling the same way.  Taking pleasure out
of giving a back rub, or fixing a nice meal, or
setting up a special bath for the other to enjoy.
     She looked out into the darkness and her
thickening hair stirred in the darkness.

     Tiffini downed the last pill, put the glass on
the counter and turned to Vixen.  Almost the same
height now, her breasts were out to a C cup and
growing rapidly, their slightly bulbous, uptilted
angle already evident.  Real hips were visible and
her sallow skin was turning sleek and golden brown
from the sun.  Her legs were strong and straight and
she had already begun to shave her pussy.  She never
felt so alive.  Proud of her already sexy
appearance.  And so happy to have Vixen to share all
this with.
     She took Vixen's hand.  "Take me to the bedroom
and make love to me, dearest.  I'm ready now."
     Their forms disappeared into another room, and
soon cries of pleasure drifted out over the beach
and were washed away by the crash of the surf.

     Frank turned off the viewer and looked at the
now still, very lean body of the woman on the couch. 
The three gold wands were still attached to her
head.  He leaned over to begin to disconnect them.
     His companion, a redhead with soft shoulder
length hair, glasses perched on top, green eyes
sparking underneath, was crying.
     "God, that was so beautiful.  She was so happy. 
Gosh, I don't know why I watch these things with
you.  When they finally go, I am so happy for them."
     Frank stored the equipment and began to zip up
a body bag around the still form.  "Well Barbara,
you always want to know when one of them is
resolving a sexual displacement issue.  You could
stay at home, you know."  He knew the sex was really
what drew her there.
     "I know."  She looked at the woman on the
bench. "She really was so unhappy.  She seemed so
happy now."  She frowned.  "Tell me again how it
works?"
     She always asked.  And forgot.  It was OK, he
knew.
     "It's very simple, actually.  We live in a
universe that allows unlimited alternative
realities.  Man has always known this.  And many
theories were created on how it worked.  Parallel
universes.  Re-incarnation.  Channelling. 
Intuition.  I discovered that the mind itself
actually creates the reality in which you live. 
It's a projector.  Each mind is contributing to the
picture to strengthen it.  So, if enough minds
project something, you are almost trapped in the
reality from all the feedback.  But, in the right
circumstances, the mind can still project a new
reality and given a chance for it to form and become
solid, a person can change themselves and the
reality in which they live.  It usually occurs in
dreaming.  Even daydreaming.  If the projection can
be made solid enough, the person can simply leave,
or transition, from one reality and move into
another.  Leaving their old reality behind."
     "So, she dies here, but became alive somewhere
else?"
     "Yes."
     "And that's why it's not murder?"
     "Well, I know it's not murder.  She did it
herself."
     "But the needle and the pills?"
     "She created them unconsciously.  A way to do
something physical in the new world to create her
new body there.  Make everything more and more real. 
It's her belief and acceptance of her new world that
actually makes it real.  And the characters in that
world accepting her version of reality as well.  The
needle and pills actually did nothing.  Her mind did
it all over the month she thought she was spending
there."
     "It only took two hours here.  Gosh."
     The girl's face disappeared under the zipper.
     "Honey.  As usual, all that hot sex has me on
overload.  Can we invite Jeannie over to join us
when we get home?"  Barbara asked.  Jeannie was part
of their constant three-some.  Frank knew he'd have
a great time tonight.  Frank nodded yes.
     "OK.  I'll go out front and call her why you
finish here."  She paused in the door.  "Frank, you
wouldn't go and use that machine and leave me here,
would you?  I mean, you don't feel unhappy with me,
do you, or your work or anything?"
     Frank was surprised.  She had never made the
connection before.  Or asked the question.  He
smiled and came over to her and gave her a big hug. 
"Never.  I promise you.  I've never been so happy in
all my life."  She grinned in relief.  
     "Oh, good.  Me too.  Take care of things why I
call."  She gave him a big kiss and slipped away. 
"You are so lucky to have a fucking machine like me,
baby, and you and Jeannie are going to love what I
do to you as soon as we get home!"  She picked up
the phone as he turned his back to her to finish the
work.
     "Not luck dear," he said to himself, smiling,
"it's why I made the transition years ago." 
     

THE END


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