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Okay. Due to popular demand, the story continues! Here is part II.
Enjoy!! Please continue to E-mail your comments. I enjoy hearing
from you. Also, relax....Q-tie Pie will continue, but I believe over
at Sapphire's place. Check it Out. I think I have a story coming up
on as new site....transgender fun. Check that out too! now that I've
plugged, on with the story...........
INSTANT FAME
PART II By Raven
Mary, finally, let me alone in the bathroom. Her constant doting
was unnerving, to say the least. I imagined that I would have to get
used to, for the time being, people falling all over themselves to
please me, because of whom I now appeared to be.......Pamela Anderson
Lee!
Once in the bathroom, with the door locked, I spun around to
confront my reflection in the mirror. Even though I already knew what
I would see, the reflection of Pamela Anderson moving as I moved was
startling. I was her to the last detail, the tousled long blonde
hair, the plump kissable lips, the upturned, cute nose, and most of,
all the extremely large, surgically enhanced boobs. They stuck out
like a shelf from my chest! The hospital gown, although it hung
loosely on me, did nothing to hide her tits. I was tempted to touch
them, and inspect myself further, but the pressure in my bladder
demanded that I attend to another matter first!
Walking to the toilet, I lifted the lid, as I normally would,
prior to urinating. I lifted the bottom hem of the gown, to expose my
genitals, with one hand, while I pulled down the front of my underwear
with the other. I reached for my penis, in order to relieve myself,
but found only a flatness. I actually giggled to myself that I was
so stupid. Of course, Pamela Anderson couldn't go to the bathroom
standing up. I would have to sit down, like all women do, in order to
urinate.
I pulled my underwear, or more accurately, my panties, down the
rest of the way to my ankles. As I did, I noted how smooth and soft
her legs, now my legs, were. I pulled down the seat of the toilet,
plopping myself down upon it. No sooner had I reached this position,
than I felt something release inside of me, followed by a flow of
liquid from my crotch area. It felt so........strange, like I was
actually leaking! I had a good idea that it was probably a woman who
invented that term.
The sense of relief was indescribable. As a guy, I've been in
those dire circumstances where you had to go really, really bad. The
release from that urgency, at times, almost rivaled sex. This was
much better. I actually felt lighter, even happier.
I grabbed a wad of toilet paper to dry the moisture that remained
down there. It occurred to me that I would have to actually touch my
new sex for the first time. I watched as those small, fine hands,
with the expensive, sculpted, fingernails, reached between hairless
thighs. I could only bring myself to wiping myself. I couldn't do
any more with Mary lurking outside the door. I hadn't lost sight of
the fact that I was actually looking at Pamela Anderson's vagina. The
only problem was that I was wearing it!
I'm happy to report that her genitals do live up to billing.
Neatly trimmed, blonde pubic hair leading to perfectly formed vaginal
lips. At this point, I could only imagine what was just beyond those
lips. My new hands did linger for several long seconds on
my....ur.....her legs. I couldn't believe how soft and shapely they
really were. What was distressing was the lack of muscularity. There
was only the layer of flawless fat that makes up all women's legs.
The lack of muscularity prompted me to look at my arms. Since
the gown was short sleeved there was no problem. They too were
absolutely devoid of muscles, and were very slender. I suddenly felt
very weak......powerless. I wondered how women could survive in such
soft, weak bodies. Well, I was about to find out.
"Are you all right in there, Pamela," Mary called through the
door? "There's somebody here to see you........"
"I'll be right out," I called back. It was still so eerie
hearing Pamela's voice in my ears! The softness, the diction, even
the slight accent, were the same. I wasn't talking like I would
normally be talking. It occurred to me that this body's natural
reflexes, it's natural reactions were kicking in.
I pulled my panties back up, and stood up. The gown fell back
into place. However, before exiting, I couldn't resist looking at
myself in the mirror again. I couldn't resist touching her boobs, at
least once before this was all over. I took the large breasts, one in
each hand, and lifted them, feeling their weight in my hand. It
occurred to me that after the initial shocking sensation of the weight
on my chest, I hadn't found it unusual or odd as I moved around. Even
their "jiggling" and swaying as I moved around in the bathroom hadn't
bothered me. Even my hands fondling those breasts felt maddeningly
great. I felt the nipples start to harden and swell in response to my
thoughts and massaging.
Instantly this wasn't perverse fun anymore. I was losing myself
to this body. I was becoming her. I let go of those boobs like they
were a thing possessed! I needed to find some way out of this
situation.
I left the bathroom, reentering the hospital room. Mary was now
joined by a well groomed, attractive, redheaded woman, dressed in a
business suit. She was perhaps an inch or two shorter than I was now.
The stranger stuck out her hand to greet me. "Miss Anderson? My name
is Dana Scully. I'm with the FBI, and I'd like to ask you a few
questions about what happened to you?" She glared at the nurse,
stating, "If we could be alone for a few moments...."
Mary was acting very protective of me. However, I looked at her,
reassuring her, "It's okay Mary. I'll be fine. If I need you for
anything, I'll ring for you."
"Are you sure Pamela? It's not a problem for me to stay."
"No. It will be okay."
Mary reluctantly turned and left. As she opened the door to the
hallway, I could see that there was a police guard outside. I
wondered what, exactly, was going on?
Agent Scully motioned for me to sit down, which I did. She sat
down in the seat opposite me. "I'm really sorry to bother a star of
your stature, Ms. Anderson, but it's really necessary. Do you mind if
I call you Pamela? There's really no reason for us to be formal
here."
"Sure. I guess so." I didn't have much of a choice, at the
present time.
"Please call me Dana."
"Okay......Dana." She seemed like a pleasant enough woman,
although a little stiff, and businesslike. She was trying hard to put
me at ease. It didn't hurt that she thought that she was with a
celebrity that she had to treat with "kid gloves."
"I must admit that my partner, Fox Mulder, really wanted to
question you. He says he's A BIG fan of yours. I thought it would be
best that I talk to you because he might be.......uh.....a little
distracted!"
She was being polite. If I stayed in this body, for any length
of time, I would have to get used to these kind of reaction from men.
I could hardly blame them. I was compelled to get close to this body
when I thought it was her back in the limo.
"Thanks......." was all I could say, that sexy voice that I now
owned trailing off.
"Anyway, Mulder and I are investigating a series of murders
across the country. Each one involves some type of rare venom. Most
of the time it is cobra venom. Your accident' looks like it fits the
pattern. I'd like to ask you a few questions about the person or
people who did this to you. We suspect that it's more than one,
because we always find the bodies in pairs. Do you remember anyone
who may have done this to you?"
She had me trapped. I didn't know how I could possibly answer
the question without sounding nuts. What was I going to tell
her......I'm really a guy trapped in a famous sex symbol's body. They
would lock me up in a mental institution, or worse. The only thing
that I could do was avoid the question.
"Uh...I don't know. Not really......."
"Come on now Pamela. Both you and your husband were found in the
back of your limo. You obviously knew the assailants, or at least had
them in your car. I'm trying to help you here. These people tried to
kill you. Why protect them?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you.......," I said.
"Oh I don't know. Why don't you try me? My partner and I have
seen some pretty strange things. I've learned to suspend my judgment
till I have all of the facts." I was curious. "I don't understand.
What do you mean?"
"My partner and I are assigned to investigate X-files, or
unexplained phenomenon. You would call it UFO's, ghosts, that sort of
thing. We've actually encountered a few genetic mutants along the
way. Therefore, there's not much you could tell me that would
surprise me. We just got assigned to this case because my partner
used to be with the violent crimes division."
This sounded interesting. Maybe she would be able to help me
after all. I replied slowly, "This may be one of your
X-files........."
Just then there was a knock on the door. We both turned toward
the door to see who it was. A very attractive dark-haired man, with
sleepy doe eyes, entered the room. Dana recognized him immediately.
She said to him, "Mulder.....what's going on?"
He motioned to her. "Scully, can I talk to you for a second?"
Dana got up, going over to the man. He was much taller than she
was. All the while, Mulder looked me up and down, ogling my curves
and face. As they whispered among themselves, I wondered how the real
Pamela put up with men like Mulder ogling her? It made me a little
uncomfortable. They parted, and both looked at me strangely.
Mulder stated, "Let me make this easy. You are not in the right
body are you?"
It was like a huge weight had been lifted off of my shoulders.
It was too bad that the huge weight was not lifted off of my chest!!
"Ho--how did you know," I stuttered. The sound of Pamela's voice
stuttering only made me sound meeker. I felt suddenly like crying,
because I wouldn't be alone in this."
Mulder continued, "I just got done talking to your friend Dave.
He's doing fine by the way, and is anxious to see you. Now I don't
want you to worry. With your help, and Dave's help I think we can
catch these.....things and get you back to normal."
"They called themselves jumpers.' They said they can switch
bodies at will. Other than that, they didn't give us any clues as to
whom they may really be. How will you find them?" I asked.
Mulder and Scully looked at each other again. Mulder suggested,
"Scully, it sounds to me like were dealing with some type of genetic
mutant.......something that can move from body to body."
Scully answered, "Mulder, there's never been anything recorded
about anything like this. I don't know...." Clearly Dana was the
skeptical one.
"We've seen strange mutants before, the flukeman, the guy who
molded his skin to look like me. There's been others. It makes
sense. If the jumpers cover their tracks by murder, they would never
become known. This is the first time a victim, or victims, has
survived. That is something that we can use."
Mulder turned back toward me. "First, we'll need to know as much
as we can about the real' you, so that we can track their movements.
They don't know that you're alive because we keep this whole thing
quiet. At first it was because of fans. That is a lucky break. They
would have no reason to switch bodies for a while."
For the next few minutes, I told Mulder and Scully who I really
was. They were both really stunned that I used to be a man,
especially since I was now in the body of Pamela Anderson. It dawned
on them why I was acting so awkwardly. Mulder eagerly wrote down
everything that I told him. I did notice that he wasn't ogling me, or
looking at my boobs as much as he was before.
Still, when Scully left the room, to get the same information
from Dave, Mulder asked me, "As a man, how does it feel to be in the
body of Pamela Anderson?"
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