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I should warn you, ladycyrrh labeled another of my stories "a
fuckfest, but more literate than most." That is, of course, exactly
what I was aiming for: a fuckfest. Literary worth belongs in
literature. What you're reading now is smut. Be forewarned.
Also, this particular story is kind of an aberration. I found it,
liked it, but there wasn't enough sex (or, perhaps, weird enough sex)
for my taste, so I added a bit. My apologies to Grimbo, but there was
nothing attatched to it that said I couldn't.
===================================== Xenophobia - Chapter 1 By Grimbo
(with a little help from Ed Miller)
Streaking through the darkness of night, the meteor headed for
its rendezvous with the Earth. It had traveled many light years
before being drawn by the gravitational forces of the sun. A few
scientists on Earth noticed it as it passed Saturn and, using the
latest in computer technology, they realized that it would be striking
the Earth. Since the meteorite wasn't very big to begin with, and
most of it would burn up in the atmosphere, they decided that it
wouldn't cause any damage unless it landed on someone or their
property. They issued a statement to the North Carolina Governor's
office and released a news briefing to let the press know where it
would land. The estimate was somewhere between the cities of Raleigh
and Durham. Since most of the land between these two cities is not
very developed, except for the Research Triangle Park, the press
didn't give the story much coverage. In fact, the newspapers in both
Raleigh and Durham didn't even print the story.
The only coverage was by one of the local college papers.
Tim was eager to cover the story. He had started working for
the paper only two weeks earlier and felt that this was his big break.
Little did he know that the editors didn't expect him to actually find
where the meteorite would land. The editors considered this a snipe
hunt for the new boy. Every reporter had gone on a wild goose chase
for his or her first story and Tim would be no different. With the
scientists predicting that the meteorite would be about 6 inches long
when it landed, no one felt that it would be found. So, at 2:00 a.m.,
Tim climbed into his 82 Toyota Celica and drove down I-40 towards the
airport.
Tim had overheard the editors laughing at him when he talked
about getting this story. He was determined to prove them wrong.
"I'll show them," he thought. "I've spent the last four days with my
astronomy professor and we came up with three landing spots. With the
information we got from the weather service and our calculations, I'm
willing to bet that it's going to land a spot #3. Of course, spot #3
was a 1/4-mile wide circle. But that's pretty small compared with the
amount of distance the meteor had traveled." Pulling over on the side
of the highway, Tim gathered his camera and notepad, and climbed out
of the Toyota. Up the side of a hill the highway cut through, over
the wildlife fence, and into the woods he went. After walking a few
hundred yards, Tim felt he was within the 1/4-mile circle he needed to
be in. Now all he had to do was wait.
The meteor plummeted into the Earth's atmosphere and started to
shed its outer coatings of metals and methane ice. The heat of the
friction against the atmosphere melted the meteor, just as the
scientist predicted. It also awakened the sleeping being at the core.
The being's thoughts were disjointed at first, but as the heat made
its way to the core, the thoughts became more coherent. Safety ..
Shelter .. Food .. Survival.
Tim stared up at the sky waiting for the indications that the
meteorite was coming his way. Unfortunately, he was facing the wrong
direction. The explosion of the trees around him was his first
indication that he had picked the correct spot. His second indication
was the smell of burning pinestraw and the small fires blazing a trail
away from where he was standing. Tim realized that the meteorite had
missed him by only ten yards. His first reaction was to run down the
burned path the meteorite left, but he took the time out to put out
one or two fires it had started. "No need in attracting to much
attention," he noted. After the small fires were out, Tim moved down
the meteorite's trail, putting out more flames, until he found the
end. There, within a small crater and amidst smoldering ashes, lay
the meteorite. It had split in two pieces and lay exposed for all to
see.
Squatting down to get a better look, Tim reached behind him
with his right hand to bring his camera forward. During this motion,
Tim's hand brushed a wet spot on the ground. Tim looked at the back
of his hand, where the wet feeling was, but didn't see anything. He
shrugged it off as being condensation and returned to taking pictures
of the meteorite and the surrounding destruction its path made.
Sitting down, Tim began to write the story of what had happened when
the meteorite landed. "This will surely make my editors take notice
of me." Once the meteorite had cooled down enough to handle, Tim took
his backpack and scooped the meteorite pieces into it and headed back
to his car.
Driving back to campus, random thoughts entered Tim's mind.
Feelings of safety and definite survival were the strongest, but
hunger fulfilled and confusion were also present. Tim also noticed
that the back of his right hand seemed to be a lighter color than the
rest of his arm. "Must have scraped some of the dead skin off and not
noticed it," he thought. "Well, if it starts to hurt and doesn't
heal, I'll see the campus doctor." The remaining part of the drive
home was uneventful.
Since it was 6:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning, Tim threw his
backpack on the floor and went straight to bed.
As Tim slept, the spot on his hand expanded. Slowly, it spread
over his right hand and then worked its way up his arm. As the being
covered Tim, it burrowed microscopic tendons into Tim's body.
Different tendons were designed to link the being to specific parts of
the host's body. Some would open capillaries to provide the being
with a food source, while others attached to the nerves to pass
sensations to the host. During this process, the being released a
sedative into Tim's bloodstream to keep him asleep. After two hours,
the being had covered Tim's entire body, except for his head. Slowly,
the being began to work over the back of Tim's head. The being didn't
cover the hairs on Tim's head, but worked its way between them and
into the follicles and around the roots of the hairs. Once the back
and top of Tim's head was covered, the being began to move up his
neck, down his forehead, and around the sides of his neck meeting at
the nose. In a less than four hours, the being had completely encased
Tim. The being's tendons continued to borrow themselves into Tim,
making connections to his brain. Once this was achieved, the being
began to find out what this host was like.
Tim awoke around 10:00 a.m. and felt like he was starving. He
got out of bed and put on a robe his ex-girlfriend had given him and
then walked to the kitchen. Tim opened the refrigerator and pulled
out a full carton of eggs and some butter. Pulling a pan out from a
cabinet, he placed it on the stove and turned the stove to medium
heat. After cracking six eggs in the pan, Tim decided that should be
enough to satisfy him. As the eggs fried, he toasted some bread.
When everything was finished, he placed it all on a plate and sat down
at the dining room table to eat. As he ate, he looked at this hand
and noticed that the spot had disappeared. Satisfied that it was
nothing, Tim quickly forgot about it. After eating all six eggs and
finishing off four pieces of toast, Tim finally felt full. He closed
his eyes and relaxed.
"Tim"
Tim jumped up and looked around the room. He was sure he had
heard his name being called out, but no one was around. Since he
lived alone, Tim figured he was just hearing things. He went into the
second bedroom of his apartment and sat at his desk after turning his
computer on, and uploading his story to the student paper, he knew he
needed his daily Internet fix. After connecting with his local
provider, he went straight to the newsgroups. He wasn't in the mood
to view the hundreds of advertisements that appear in the regular
alt.sex.stories newsgroup so he decided to view the new story group
that appeared just last week. It was called alt.sex.stories.tg. Tim
didn't know what tg meant, but he figured that he could guess once he
read a few stories. He opened the group and found 24 new articles.
He marked the ones that were stories for downloading and then started
the transfer. Knowing that his dinky 9600-baud modem would be awhile,
he went into the bathroom and started his shower. After he finished
the shower, Tim returned to the computer, not bothering to put his
robe back on. Once he sat down, Tim checked his mail and some other
newsgroups and then logged off the net. He then started his word
processor and opened the first story he had downloaded.
The plot was fairly basic, with the protagonist being forced
into dressing up as a woman. The idea made Tim laugh and he wondered
why the guy didn't just leave. "Even if they had photos, I wouldn't
let them blackmail me," he thought. It seemed that all the stories
were like this until the last one. In this one, the main characters
were a married couple that was having problems with their lives. Each
seemed to take the other for granted. By some magical device, they
were forced to exchange bodies. Tim felt a little swelling in his
dick at this thought. The story went into details of the feelings
each character felt with the change. While he read about the first
time the couple had sex in their new bodies, his dick became it's
solid 7 inches and he began to rub it gently. The descriptions were
so well written the Tim could close his eyes and see the scene.
Before Tim knew it, he was spurting his load. He opened his eyes to
find his dick and hands perfectly clean.
"That's weird," he said out loud. "I didn't think it was
possible to orgasm and not cum. Well, it sure makes jacking off
better."
The being, realizing that the sexual energies the host had just
shown were better than and food it could get though it tendons, had
absorbed the cum before it had even made it way out of Tim's dick.
The being then replayed the nerve firing that had caused this
sensation.
Tim felt his dick get hard quicker than he had ever seen before
in his life. The pleasures he felt were as if someone was stroking
his dick again. Before he knew it, a breath taking orgasm shook his
body. Tim sat in confusion wondering how that had happened.
The being realized that he needed to absorb that type of energy
to survive now. Its normal method of food consumption would not
compare to this. After two tastes of the orgasm energies, the being
figured that it wouldn't need any more feeding for at least a week.
The being wondered what had brought the first orgasm on and began to
probe Tim's mind for the reason. It knew he was reading a story that
he had never read before and that the concepts behind it were what
brought on the orgasm. After studying the text of the stories, the
being realized that this planet had a difference between male and
female beings and that the orgasm of the female was stronger than the
male's. It figured that a woman's orgasm would feed it for at least a
month. It needed to bond to a female. Being bonded to Tim presented
a problem. If he left Tim, Tim would die and so would it. Tim's body
would have no way of repairing the damage the tendons had done before
Tim's heart would expire. The being, on the other hand, couldn't
spend the four hours it needed to bond to another human without
expiring. It just couldn't get rid of its waste product without the
host. Since the being was addicted to the power of the orgasm, it
would have to figure out how to achieve a female level orgasm inside
of Tim's body. It would look into this as it worked at communications
with Tim.
After the two orgasms, Tim got out of the chair and went over
to the spare bed. He couldn't get the story off his mind. He even
came to the conclusion that a woman's orgasm was over 8 times more
powerful than his. He closed his eyes and was soon asleep.
Xenophobia - Chapter 2 By Grimbo (with a little help from Ed Miller)
The dream began with Tim sitting alone in his car. He was
parked in the old drive-in movie theater. It was dark outside and a
movie had just started. He turned to the woman that was suddenly
sitting next to him.
"Are you enjoying the movie?" he asked her.
"Actually," she responded, "I just can't get that story off my
mind."
"Yes, I know. It's as if it was written to my soul. I've
always wondered what it would be like as a woman."
"Why don't we switch?"
"What?"
"Let's switch. Just like in the story. I'll become you and
you can become me. It would be wild. We could jump in the back and
have sex."
Tim couldn't believe this. He knew he was in a dream, but he
couldn't wake up. He figured that he might as well go along with it.
"OK, let's do it," he said and then he was looking at himself. They
hopped into the back of the car and started to fool around. Before
Tim had a chance to even get excited, the phone rang, waking him up.
"Hello?" he said slowly.
"Tim? Is that you? Did I wake you up"
Tim's sister Pam was calling. Tim remembered that Pam was
flying in to visit with him for a few weeks and he was supposed to
pick her up at the airport. "Actually sis, yes you did."
"Well, excuuuuuse me," she said in her best Steve Martin voice.
"Did you forget that you needed to pick me up at 2:00?"
"No. What time is it?"
"2:30"
"Shit. Sorry sis, I'll be there in 20 minutes."
Tim jumped out of the bed and rushed to his room. He pulled
out underwear, socks, a T-shirt, and some shorts and quickly put them
on. Running out to his car and racing down the highway, Tim made it
to the airport in just a little over 20 minutes. His sister was
waiting at the curb. Tim got out of the car and helped her load her
bags into his trunk after hugging her hello. They climbed into the
car and headed back to Tim's place. The conversation was the quick
catch-up type. Since they talked on the phone twice a week, nothing
new had happened except the meteorite. Tim told her the entire story.
"So that's how you lost the hair on your legs, huh?" she asked.
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, I didn't think you would shave them. And since they
don't appear to have any hair on them, I figured that it happened when
the meteorite landed."
Tim took a brief look at his legs and noticed his normal thick
and dark leg hairs were gone. He rubbed his hand over his legs and
they felt smooth to his touch. "I..I don't know what happened."
Pam could see he was a little shaken by this discovery. "It's
OK," she said. "It should grow back in about four weeks, maybe a
little longer." She decided not to follow up on this line of
questioning and quickly got Tim talking about the latest computer game
he was playing. This filled the time until the reached his apartment.
Once home, Tim and Pam went to the spare bedroom and Tim helped
her unpack her things. She would be staying for a month and had
brought enough clothes to last that amount of time. "You never know
when you'll need to change clothes," she said when he asked her if all
the items were really necessary. When all the clothes were hung up,
they went to the kitchen to start working on dinner.
"I'll start the chicken while you do the salad," Tim said.
"OK. Where do you keep you knives?"
"Second drawer on the left."
Pam opened the drawer and pulled out a butcher's knife.
Setting up on the kitchen table, she began to cut the vegetables for
the salad. She was halfway through when she cut her finger. "Ouch!"
Tim rushed over to her side. The cut wasn't deep, but it was
bleeding pretty heavily. Tim held her hand and placed a finger over
the cut to reduce the bleeding. Tim led his sister to the bathroom to
cover it with a bandage. "You should be more careful, sis."
"Ms. Klutz is what they call me. I'm OK to finish the salad."
While this was happening, the being tentatively soaked up some
of the blood from Pam and began to compare it with Tim's.
The rest of dinner preparations went uneventful and they were
able to sit down and enjoy the expertly prepared food.
"This food is delicious," Pam said. "You should open a
catering business."
"But I need to finish college."
"No you don't. Mom and Dad aren't paying for it and you could
always go back if the business didn't take off. And I could work as
your business manager. After all, two years out of college and the
best job I got was working in retail. Which I was fired from last
week."
"Yea, and now I get to support you for a month."
"I'll get a job somewhere and give you a cut for rent."
"Sure you will. What are you going to do? Walk the streets?"
With that comment, Pam threw some mashed potatoes at Tim and
they both broke out in laughter.
"That's no fair. When I wanted to do that I was only 10 and I
didn't know what they were really doing."
"I know. Heck, if I didn't remind you of that career choice
you wanted to make, you might get a swelled head thinking you weren't
capable of making misjudgments. Let's clean up and go watch some TV"
Tim and Pam cleared the table of the dishes and then went into
the living room to watch the tube. After talking and watching TV for
a few hours, they went to bed.
The being continued its work on Tim. Removing his leg hair and
under arm hair had been simple. Burrow under the hair in the follicle
and then absorb it from the root up. Burrow deep enough and the
follicle will never produce another hair. The next step would have
been trickier except for the luck of Pam cutting herself. The being
had spent the time since the injury analyzing her blood for difference
between Tim and Pam. The being knew that she was the female sex by
interpreting Tim's brain. He would use her as the template for the
changes. For the first time in a long time, the being realized that
an unlimited supply of its basic needs would be satisfied. Tonight,
it would let Tim in on the plan.
===================================== Xenophobia - Chapter 3 By Grimbo
(with a little help from Ed Miller)
The girl from Tim's afternoon dream reappeared in front of him.
The room they were in had a pink canopied bed in the middle.
Everything in the room was pink, expect for the white walls. The
entire room had a female touch to it, like the room of a teenage girl.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed and beckoned him to her.
"Come sit by me Tim. We need to talk."
"Who are you?"
"Well," she hesitated. "I not human. The closest I can come
to describe me is a parasite. Basically, I feed off of your body and
pass my waste on to your system. When I attach to you, I also improve
the functioning of you body so it can handle my added waste. But your
body also has to provide both of us with the energies we need to
survive or we will die. That's why you were so hungry when you woke
up."
"A parasite?"
"Well, I would prefer to call you my host and myself as a
passenger. But parasite is a more clinical definition of what I do.
Unlike a true parasite, I actually provide you with some benefits.
You'll never get sick, grow old, or die short of massive damage to
your internal organs. All I ask in return is a constant food source."
"What a bargain," Tim said sarcastically. "You suck me dry for
all of eternity. I don't think so. I'll just wake up and this dream
will be over."
The girl stared at Tim in amazement. "You think I'm not real.
Well, I am. That meteorite you picked up had me inside it. If you
hadn't been there, I would have died." Tears started to form in her
eyes. "I was starved and you were the best I could find. I'm
offering you something people throughout the ages have looked for.
And you scorn it like I a plague or something." At this, the girl
began to cry.
Tim couldn't believe it. His dreams were getting weirder each
time he went to sleep. Tim decided that he needed to get her to stop
crying or this dream would evolve into a nightmare.
"There, there now," he said. "I'm sorry." He reached his arm
around her and kissed her forehead. "It's just to incredible to
believe. I guess it won't be so bad. You don't have to leave. Why
don't you just lay back and get some sleep. We can talk about this
later."
"OK," she said through the sniffles. "I need to finish
changing your body anyway. And that's going to take time and energy.
By the way, two thing to remember. One: If we get separated, we will
both die. And two: orgasms are a better source of energy for me that
any food you could eat. But you need to keep you strength up so that
you can achieve the orgasms."
"Sleep tight," Tim said to her as she closed her eyes. This
was definitely one of his weirder dreams, he thought.
Tim awoke later than normal, around noon. He could hear his
sister in the other room playing on his computer. "She's probably
playing one of my games while waiting for me to wake up," he thought.
Tim pulled on his robe and headed out to the bathroom. When
he got in there, he closed the door and locked it remembering the
games they played when they were growing up. If you didn't lock the
bathroom door, there was no telling what would be waiting for you when
you got out. Dropping the robe to the floor, Tim lifted the lid of
the toilet and began to pee. He noticed that his penis seem smaller
than he remembered it and he usually had a raging hard on when he
woke. Tim just chalked this up to the weird dream he had and assumed
that his normal sexual urges were suppressed after thinking about
having a parasite living on him. Into the shower he went. When
washing his hair, Tim noticed that it seemed to be getting a little
long. He decided to call the barbershop and set an appointment to get
it cut. As he lathered himself up, he rubbed the bar of soap across
his chest and was treated to a sharp pain.
"Damn, that hurt," he said. And then he gently poked himself
in his chest and the pain greeted him again. His nipples became hard
as the pain subsided and his chest got red and appeared to swell a
little. "This is weird," he thought. "I ask Pam what she does when
her breasts are sore. Maybe it'll help me."
Tim climbed out of the shower and dried himself off, being
careful around his tender chest. When he was dry, he put the robe
back on and went to the guestroom where his sister was. As he entered
the room, she looked up in surprise and quickly closed an opened
window.
"What are you trying to hide, sis?" Tim asked her.
"Well.." she started. "I was bored this morning and didn't
want to wake you, so I decided to write mom and dad a letter. I
started your word processor and it asked me if I wanted to restore the
interrupted editing process. Curiosity got the best of me and I said
yes. The program pulled up a story so I started to read it. Where
did you find it?"
Tim flushed at the question. He was stunned that she found it,
but remembered that he had forgot to stop the program before turning
off the computer. The computer had thought it was a power outage and
had prompted her to see if she wanted to continue editing the story.
"I was bored yesterday so I checked out some of the new
newsgroups on the net," Tim said to Pam. "That story was from
alt.sex.stories.tg. I'm still not sure what tg stands for."
"Transgendered. You know, people who find sexual excitement
from dressing or pretending to be someone of the opposite sex."
"You mean fags!!"
"No you idiot. Just because someone likes to wear woman's
clothes doesn't mean they are gay. And the politically correct word
is homosexual, not fag."
"That explains the other stories. To be honest with you, the
other stories didn't give me any excitement, but this one did."
"Maybe you have some tg tendencies."
Tim was shocked at this. He had never thought of anything like
this before in his life. He couldn't have tg tendencies. Not him,
not one of the better athletes of his school. "No way, sis. Not me."
"Sure. I won't tease you, but there's a little bit of opposite
sex wishing that everyone does. I wanted to be a boy while I was at
college. They didn't have the pressures to do as well as us girls.
And to top it off, they could have all the sex they wanted and they
would be studs while the girls would be sluts. Definitely no fair."
"Well, I may have thought girls have it better sometimes, and
that story may have gotten me a little excited, but I don't think I
want to be a girl."
"OK. I can except that. So, what brings you into my room in
your robe?"
"I was showering and when I cleaned my chest, it hurt. My
chest seems a little swollen and sore."
"Let me look at it. I get that way during my period."
Tim opened the top of his robe and exposed his chest. Pam's
eyes widened a little, but Tim didn't notice. Pam stood and reached
out to touch Tim's chest. There were two A-cup breasts sticking out.
The areola seemed too large for a man's chest and his nipples were
shaped like a small cylinder, not a cone that a man's nipple forms.
Pam slowly and lightly ran her fingers around Tim's breast and
Tim closed his eyes and sucked in his breath. She could tell that he
was getting aroused by this and was amazed. She continued and then
gently worked her hand to the nipple, which she pinched softly. Tim
let out a moan of pleasure and his knees went weak, causing him to
fall to the floor. Shocked, Pam couldn't do anything but watch.
Lying on the floor, Tim began to rub his nipples with one hand
and reached up under his robe to stroke his dick. Pam thought his
dick seemed small compared to ones she had seen, but still watched in
amazement as he continued what she had started. After five minutes,
Tim's body shook in the spasms of orgasm. After he stopped thrashing,
Pam could see his breasts growing. They stopped when they reached a
C-cup.
Tim lay there with his eyes closed completely unaware of what
was happening to his body. His robe had fallen open and revealed the
beginnings of a very shapely female body. The one thing that
distracted from Tim's new form was his dick. Although it, along with
his balls, had severely shrunk, they were still evident. Pam knew he
would be in shock when he awoke, so she dragged him to her bed and
maneuvered him into it. She also disrobed him, then pulled the covers
over his body. This way, he wouldn't notice the change immediately.
Pam wondered why this was happening. In Tim's mind, the battle had
begun.
Xenophobia - Chapter 4 By Grimbo (with a little help from Ed Miller)
Tim stood on a hill, which overlooked a lake. Beside him
appeared the woman from all his previous dreams.
"I didn't want it to be this way," she said.
"What way?" Tim asked.
"You didn't believe me, so I had to force this on you."
"Force what?"
A full-length mirror appeared out of mid-air. Staring back at
Tim was a beautiful woman. He recognized himself in the woman, but
Pam's features were more prominent. As he reached towards the mirror,
the reflection did the same. Tim looked down at his body and saw the
woman from the mirror.
"What have you done?" he screamed.
"This is what you will look like when I am finished. You will
be beautiful and in full control of the body. I only require that you
have an orgasm once a month. If you resist, I can and will force you
to have one. I told you the truth and you didn't believe me.
Therefore I had to prove to you that I am real. And you can't stop
me. If you work with me, I can give you any form you like. If not,
you will get the type of life that I decide you need. I can take
control of your body when I want and I will not hesitate to do this if
you try to stop me."
Tim turned to the woman and rabbit-punched her in the face.
The woman fell back, but quickly jumped back up and tackled Tim. They
rolled down the hill towards the lake, each of them trying to get the
upper hand on the other. Right before they rolled into the water, the
woman wedged her legs against Tim's stomach and launched him into the
water.
She stood on the shore and watched Tim swim to shore.
Although the water was only waist deep, the edge of the lake was a
foot higher than the water was, so Tim had to brace himself to pull
his body up and out of the water. As Tim climbed out, the woman
kicked him in the side and launched him back into the lake. Tim's
arms felt weaker each time he landed in the water. He headed towards
the shore again. This time, he stood where the water was at his waist
and went no closer.
"Let me out," he said. "I'm feeling tired."
"Of course you are," she replied. "That lake is like a mental
barrier. Each time you land in it, it takes some of your resistance
to me away. Fall in the lake too many times and you mind will be mine
to shape as I see fit. Of course, if you can get me into the lake,
the same thing will happen to me." She paused to let this thought
sink in. "Now, if you quit fighting me, I'll let you out. Otherwise,
another dunking is in order."
Tim waded to the edge of the lake and prepared to pull himself
up again. As he did this, the woman backed off enough for him to see
that she wasn't going to push him in again.
"I want you to work with me," she said. "It takes too much
energy to keep this up. I could change you body quicker if you didn't
fight it. Since you are, It's going to take another day to get your
vagina correct."
"Will I be a woman forever?"
"Depends on whether or not you fight me. I probed your mind
and found out that most people believe a woman's orgasm to be more
powerful than a man's. Since joining with you, I siphoned the
energies of many male orgasms. Once you become a female, I can see if
that belief is true."
"OK. I won't fight you. I don't like the idea, but I like the
idea of being a zombie even less. The only thing is that I'm not 100%
convinced that this is not a dream."
"When you awake, you will know it isn't. Also, as you can tell
by the image from the mirror, I was able to get a sample of your
sister's DNA to build you body on. You will be the same size as her.
If you wish, I can make you her twin."
"No thanks. I don't think she would appreciate that. This
form is fine."
"Good. Now, wake up and get your proof. Once I get your body
shaped like your dream image, I will be able to communicate to you
while you are awake. I almost managed that earlier."
"That was you. I thought I had imagined it."
"Yes. It was me. You were in a relaxed enough state for me to
break through to your conscious mind. But once you got startled, I
lost contact and had to come to you in your dreams. Now go and refuel
your body so that I can continue my work."
"Sure."
********
Tim awoke finding himself tucked in to his sister's bed. She
was sitting at his side with a worried look on her face.
"What's wrong sis?" he asked.
"How do you feel?"
"Fine. But I've been having the craziest dreams. In them,
this space creature keeps appearing as a beautiful woman and changes
me into a girl. She says that she has attached herself to me like
some parasite and needs energy from me to live. She actually said
that the energy of an orgasm feed her better than any energy she can
get from my blood stream. And, since women's orgasms are more
powerful than men's, she's going to turn me into a girl. Just like
that crazy story I read. Isn't that weird?"
Pam, being the pragmatic woman she was, just pulled the covers
down to Tim's waist. Jutting out from his chest were two perfectly
formed breasts. Tim saw them and almost passed out.
"I need some food," he said.
"I'm not surprised. You've been out for over seven hours. Sit
tight and I'll get you something."
Pam went to the kitchen and returned with a sandwich. She
handed the sandwich to Tim without saying anything. After he finished
the sandwich, Tim spoke. "It wasn't a dream. It was real." As if in
response, Tim's breasts moved of their own accord. Pam backed away
from the bed slowly.
"What's happening to you?" she asked.
While they looked, Tim's balls pulled up into his groin,
followed by his scrotum. His penis shrank back to nothing and a
vagina began to form. Leaning forward as he was, with his legs spread
wide, Tim could stare down between his large breasts to see the whole
thing. Apart from that, he could feel it. There was no pain, just a
slight pulling sensation. It was a little like the beginnings of an
erection, but the tug was in the opposite direction.
The tugging continued around his groin and then shifted to his
ass, hips, stomach and then the rest of his body. Pam saw the entire
change and was fascinated and disgusted at the same time. She knew
that things would be different for Tim now and that he would need her
support.
When the change was finished, Tim looked at Pam and said,
"The woman said I would be your size." He stopped talking when he
noticed the soprano sound his voice was making. No one could mistake
that voice as being anything other than a woman's.
"I'll get you something to wear," Pam said. She turned and
opened her closet and pulled out an off-white mini-dress. She also
pulled out a bra and a brand new pair of taupe pantyhose. "You can
wear these until we get you some underwear of your own. I don't want
to share my panties with you. That just seems too strange."
She tossed him the bra and pantyhose and then grabbed a pair
of taupe flats that would go with the outfit. Holding the dress and
shoes, Pam turned to see Tim staring at the bra and pantyhose where
they lay next to him on the bed. She walked over to the bed and
placed the dress on the end and the shoes on the floor. Looking at
Tim, she said, "You're going to have to make some adjustments to your
new life. I'm not sure I can believe this, but my eyesight isn't that
bad. The bra is going to be necessary to keep you from getting
propositioned by every man you see. Those tits are big enough to draw
attention. The pantyhose will be a different experience. If you're
anything like me, you'll enjoy the feelings as they massage your
legs."
Pam noticed that Tim was still just staring at the clothes.
He had made no move to put them on. Pam moved to the side of the bed
and sat next to him after picking up the bra and pantyhose.
"Snap out of it," she said while gently shoving him. "You'll
make it. I know you will. Just go with the flow."
Tim turned to face her and she noticed the tears on his face
for the first time. She leaned into him and hugged him. This caused
the floodgates to open and before they knew it, both of them were
crying.
Tim finally returned the hug with surprising strength for his
now smaller and weaker body.
"You'll help me?" he asked.
"Of course I will. Let me show you how to pull on those hose
without running them."
After opening the new package, Pam rolled one leg of the
pantyhose up and then placed it on Tim's leg, pulling it up half way.
She then did the same for his other leg. She had him stand so that
she could finish pulling them up.
"Why didn't you give me any panties?" Tim asked.
"For one thing, you shouldn't share your underwear with
anyone. You never shared you jock straps did you?"
"No."
"It's the same for women. Since the pantyhose are new, you
don't need to worry about any sanitary problems with them. The second
reason is that when a woman wears a nice dress, she doesn't want her
panty-line to show. Therefore, she should wear pantyhose without the
panties. Hell, I hardly ever wear panties. I think I own five pairs
and three of them are thongs. I figured your first night out, we
should do something special, so I decided you should wear that
mini-dress."
"Seems like everyone is making decisions for me lately."
"Get used to that. Men get off on making the decisions. If a
woman tries to tell a man what to do, the man gets upset. Sometimes
he will spread a rumor that you're gay or a butch bitch. If that's
the image you want, don't give in to the men. Otherwise, get used to
it.
We've got ways of getting what we want." With that, Pam
patted Tim's new crotch. After showing Tim how to put the bra on, Pam
said "Now let's get that dress on and do your hair, nails, and face."
Tim walked to the end of the bed and pulled the dress over his
head like a sweater. The cotton mini-dress fit him like a glove and
showed all of his assets. Stepping into the shoes, Tim looked dressed
to kill.
Pam pulled him into the bathroom and turned him so that his
back faced the mirror. Working for fifteen minutes, Pam put the
finishing touches on Tim. When she was done, she turned him around to
face the mirror and then went to change her clothes. Tim was amazed
at the woman looking at him in the mirror. She was sexier that the
mirror image of his dream. Tim worked his hands all over his body,
exploring every curve he could find. The dress left nothing to the
imagination. His breasts were a 36C and his waist a puny 24 inches
then flaring out to 32 inches at his hips. He knew his height was 5'
1" since this was his sister's height, and he stepped on the scale to
see a whopping 103 as his weight. As he stepped off the scale, Pam
reappeared in the bathroom.
"My turn, sis," she said to Tim. "Go wait in the living room
and I'll be out in a few minutes. We can decide where to go when I'm
done in here." She lightly pushed him out into the hallway. Tim
turned and headed to the living room.
Plopping down on the couch, Tim closed his eye to get a grip
on the changes. His sister was moving to fast for him. Before he had
a chance to protest, she had him dressed and made up like a girl. And
he had actually enjoyed the attention.
"See," a voice came to him from inside his head. "I told you
that this was better. And real."
"I have to accept that it is real, but I don't have to enjoy
it."
"You will Tim. And if you don't, I'll tweak your brain a
little to accept it and then you will enjoy it."
Tim just sat there fuming. Then he felt a little push in his
mind. Like a fog lifting, Tim realized that being a girl wasn't the
worst thing that could happen. He caressed his breasts, actually
enjoying them, and started to rub his pussy through the nylons, but
before he could really get going, Pam showed up in the room and sat
next to him.
"We need to teach you a few thing before we go out. First of
all, you need to cross your legs when you sit down. Heck, I can see
your bush from across the room." She tactfully avoided mentioning
what he had been doing to his bush when she walked into the room.
"Although most men would enjoy the view, it will most likely get you
raped. Secondly, you will need a new name. How about April?"
"Sure," Tim said. He wasn't happy that this was happening and
realized that the parasite had pushed his thought just a few minutes
earlier.
"I like that name," the being said to Tim. "You can call me
that when we're talking to each other. I'll still call you Tim."
"Sure, but changing my thoughts wasn't fair. Why don't you
just give me time to adjust? I can't just become the perfect woman
overnight."
"Yes you can. Sit back and watch."
Tim felt his mind get pulled back and realized that he had no
control of the body he was in. It was as if he was in a fog. All the
sounds were distant and he had a muted sense of feel. He tried to
stand up from the couch, but his body didn't obey him. Horrified, he
watched as the being suggested that they go to one of the hottest
nightspots in town. Tim knew he and his sister would be hit on by
every man in the bar and he heard the being mentally laughed then say,
"That's what I want. Maybe I'll get lucky and get fucked my first
night out."
Pam didn't hear Tim's mental scream as they stood to leave.
But she wondered about his sudden change of attitude. "Well," she
thought, "at least he's willing to get out of the house."
Xenophobia - Chapter 5 By Grimbo (with a little help from Ed Miller)
As usual, the dance floor at The Rinz Cycle was packed.
Watching her new sister dance amazed Pam. Just two hours earlier, Tim
seemed depressed over the change his body had gone under. Now, he was
the life of the dance club. Tim had danced with every male in the
place, and even with a few of the women. Pam had a few offers, but
she spent most of her time just watching her sister go to town. She
wanted to make sure that no one got to close to Tim. There were just
to many things that he didn't know yet. "It still seems strange to
call him April, but Tim just doesn't sound right for that body," she
thought. "I just hope that we can reverse the change. That parasite
could be dangerous, and Tim did say that they would both die if it
were removed. I need to find a way to get it off of Tim without it
killing him." Pam's thoughts were interrupted by April's sudden
appearance next to her.
"I'm leaving now," April said.
"What?"
"I said, I'm leaving. Henry is going to take me home."
Pam noticed the tall and very handsome man next to April. "You
can't just leave with him," Pam started. "You don't know anything
about him. What if her rapes you?"
"What if I rape him?" she responded with a little laugh.
Henry joined in as they turned to leave, his arm encircling
April's waist. By the time Pam had gathered her things, they were
half way to the door. Henry was assisting April into his Porsche when
Pam caught up with them. Grabbing April's arm, Pam pulled her out of
the car.
"What would mom think?" Pam began. "After all, you're not
even 17 and you have to be at school tomorrow morning."
Henry looked at April. "I'm not going to get busted again.
No pussy's worth spending a night in jail." Henry closed his
passenger side door and got in on the driver's side. Punching the
accelerator, Henry drove off leaving the two women in a shower of dirt
and small rocks.
"Great," April said. "Now how am I going to get laid?"
"I can't believe you said that!" Pam shouted at April. "You
seem to have forgotten all of your morals. What if he had AIDS? Did
you pack a condom? And what about other protection? If you're going
to have sex, you should at least be on the pill."
"I'm sorry, sis," April said. "It's just these hormones got
the best of me. Dancing so close to all those men, the smell of their
sweat, the feel of their bodies against mine, I just let the animal
side of me take over. It seemed easier that way."
"We'll talk about it when we get home. Let's go."
Through the haze and fog, Tim reminded himself to thank his
sister for saving him. Even if he didn't have control over his new
body, he was thankful that his loss of his virginity was put off for
now.
The two girls walked over to the car and climbed in. Pam
started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot and headed for
home. The trip was a quiet one. When they got home, they got out of
the car and went in the house and into Tim's bedroom. April sat at
the end of the bed and started to cry. Pam sat down on the bed to the
right of April and placed her arm around April's shoulder.
"Don't cry April," she said. "It's understandable what
happened tonight. I remember my first night in a bar. I got so drunk
and I ended up with this loser that I still don't know how I met. All
I remember was waking up with a sore pussy and some bloodied sheets.
The jerk was gone before I woke and never called me back. I didn't
want you to have that type of experience."
April's tears had stopped and she wrapped her arms around Pam
in a loving embrace. Her face was on Pam's shoulder so she pulled
back a little to look into Pam's eyes. As their eye's locked, April
moved closer and gently kissed Pam's mouth. Pam was a little shocked
that her brother would do this, but found herself returning the kiss
with a heightened sense of passion.
"No you don't," Tim said to April in his mind. Tim had
noticed that April's kiss released some saliva onto Pam's lips. Pam's
tongue had moistened her lips automatically after the kiss and April's
laced saliva went to work.
"You can't stop me," April responded. "She's got the
aphrodisiac in her system now and if she doesn't find release in an
hour, her mind will go crazy with lust. I've got her and you now.
Just sit back and enjoy the show."
Tim's screamed and tried to distract April, but it was
useless. Meanwhile, Pam felt her body heat up with the second kiss.
April moved her left hand down to the hem of Pam's short dress and
began to massage her thighs. Each stroke made Pam hotter than before.
Pam had never felt this much sexual excitement before in her life and
wanted more. She felt the orgasm building and by the time April's
hand had worked it's way to her crotch, Pam's whole world exploded in
the best orgasm she had ever experienced.
As Pam began to come down from the orgasm, April used her
right hand to massage her breasts. Pam never made it completely down
from the orgasm before April had her moving to the next one. April
expertly removed Pam's dress without slowing the flow of sex and moved
into a sixty-nine position with the ease of a professional. Had Pam's
mind been able to form any thoughts other than "More sex", she would
have wondered how April knew what to do. But April did know, and Pam
didn't care why, just that she knew.
April began to kiss Pam's thigh while reaching up to her own
dress hem and raising it enough to show Pam her pantyhose-encased
cunt. April's nails efficiently tore an access hole through the
cotton crotch of the pantyhose to give Pam free reign of her pussy.
Sticking her pussy into Pam's face, April gave Pam's pantyhose the
same treatment. Pam seemed hesitant at first, but once her brain
registered the taste of April's juices, she began to feverishly lick
at April's pussy. Her tongue worked April's clit, sending shudders of
pleasure up April's body. April concentrated on keeping Pam excited,
but not enough to give her another orgasm. Too many orgasms and the
saliva would wear off. April needed to keep Pam aroused for thirty
more minutes to have her addicted. But more importantly, April need
Pam to bring her to an orgasm, an orgasm that had begun just seconds
earlier.
Pam could sense that April was starting to build her orgasm
and wanted her to experience one as powerful as the orgasm she had
finished moments ago. Reaching around April's shapely ass, Pam began
to slide her fingers into April's asshole, while still licking her
cunt. This was enough to push April over the top. April's body
recovered quickly as she absorbed the power behind the orgasm and the
moved her body so that she was facing Pam's breasts.
Reaching behind Pam, April unfastened and then removed Pam's
bra. Pam was still in a highly excited state, but April knew that she
needed to continue for a little while longer. April started licking
one of Pam's tits while her hands massaged the other one. She
alternated the tit she was licking when a plan formed in her mind.
"You can't be serious," Tim thought to April.
"Why not. I've got the energy after that wonderful orgasm and
Pam will thank me for it."
"But you'll destroy her mind."
"No I won't. Her mind will survive. It will just be a little
more subservient to us."
"But I don't want to control my sister."
"But I do. Don't worry. I'll make sure she's OK. She'll
never know what happened. I can keep her in a dream state forever."
Tim knew it was hopeless. He hadn't been able to stop April
from taking his body and he knew he couldn't stop her from taking his
sister's. Forcing himself to believe that April had won, Tim worked
on trying to shield some of his plans from her.
Pam knew that it was April she was making love to and she
could feel on hand on a breast and the other hand caressing her thigh.
What her mind couldn't figure out was why she felt a pressure against
her vagina.
April slowly formed a small lump on the surface of her body
where her leg was pressing up against Pam's pussy. The lump extended
up and grew thicker, shaping itself perfectly against the insides of
Pam. Once April was sure that it was deep enough to not fall out, she
shifted half of her essence into the lump and then disconnected it
from her. In a few hours, Pam's body would be covered giving April
another source of energy. However, they both would need food, so
April increased the pace she was working at and brought Pam to a
second orgasm. Rolling off of Pam, April relaxed and let Tim take
control again. Keeping him bottled up took energy, energy she didn't
want to waste.
Tim felt his world return from the fog state in which he had
spent the last five hours. His body felt exhausted and he was very
hungry, but he could feel something else, even more strongly. A need
for sex.
He didn't understand why. April had just forced his body to
have some highly satisfying lesbian sex with his sister. A moment ago
he had felt completely satisfied, but when April relinquished control,
he was desperately horny again.
Hating it, but unable to stop himself, Tim leaned over towards
his sister. She was lying there in a daze from the best sex she had
ever had, but she wasn't asleep yet. Both their clothes were in
disarray, half off, but Tim removed Pam's completely. Then he reached
out gingerly with his tongue to touch her nipple, and as he licked it,
he was rewarded with a slow moan. He continued to lick, trailing his
tongue down across her belly to her pussy.
Even as he was doing it, Tim was amazed at himself. He was
licking his sister's pussy. He had never even considered her in a
sexual way, but now he couldn't resist it. While undressing himself
he kept on licking her, swirling his tongue around her clit, until she
came. But he didn't stop there. He continued to lick his sister's
cunt, feeling her moan and shift her hips to give him better access,
as he shifted himself around on the bed to straddle her face. He
could feel his tits hanging down to touch her smooth belly.
"Lick my pussy, sis," he said, amazed at the words even as
they came out of his mouth. His sister was only too happy to comply.
She was so absorbed in the sex that all thought of family relations
was gone from her head, even if the objections still applied now that
Tim had been transformed into a woman.
Tim continued to lick Pam's pussy, feeling her do the same to
his cunt. She worked her tongue between his lips hungrily, like she
was parched and his pussy juice was the only moisture she could find.
Her moans and squeals of pleasure were loud, even muffled by his
pussy, and Tim slowly came to the realization that he was making
similarly feminine squeals and whines.
Tim could feel Pam approaching orgasm, so he spread her legs
even wider. Lubricating his finger with her pussy juice, he trailed
it down past her slit and popped it into her ass. Pam let out a loud
squeal and came again almost immediately.
Pam returned the favor. She wrapped her arms around Tim's
now-shapely ass, pulling his pussy even more firmly onto her face, and
inserted her finger into his asshole. The sensation drove Tim wild.
He could feel her finger working his ass, in and out, as she continued
to eat his cunt. He couldn't take it for very long. Soon, he came,
grinding his mound down onto his sister's face while he enjoyed the
longest orgasm he had ever dreamed of. He collapsed onto her, and
rested there for a moment. Rolling off, he saw that she was already
asleep.
He got off the bed put his clothes back on, heading to the
kitchen to get some food. He couldn't sense April anywhere in his
mind, so he assumed she was recuperating. After eating half of a
sandwich, and feeling full doing that, Tim realized that this would be
the only time he could plan. And plan he did. Tim thought about what
had happened when April took control of the body. He realized that
she would probably do it again and decided to try to resist harder
this time and to figure out what April did to do this. It would be a
hard battle, but Tim felt he would win. After all, his life as a male
depended on it.
But right now, he was in a female's body. Tim realized that
he needed to make some adjustments. He needed time to get to know the
"April" side of himself. Know your enemy was a famous saying. Tim
looked down at his new body. For the first time, he studied it
carefully. From his viewpoint, the C-cup breasts interfered with
seeing the rest of his front, but he could turn his head and see his
ass sticking out and looking round and firm under the pantyhose that
he still wore. It looked huge. It stuck out much further than it had
when he was a man, and was amazingly rounded.
Tim left the kitchen and headed to the bathroom connected to
the hall. Once inside, Tim shut the door and began to admire himself
in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. His petite body
had curves in all the right places and the proportions appeared to be
perfect. Tim ran his hand down his sides from under his armpits to
the top of his hips. The feeling of the pantyhose hose under his
hands was different than anything he had ever felt. Tim continued to
run his hands over his legs, enjoying the feeling of nylon on his
legs. "I could get used to this feeling," he thought. He brought his
hands back up the insides of his leg until he came to his crotch. The
lips of his vagina were sticky from the drying juices leftover from
the sex he had with his sister. Tim peeled off the pantyhose after
removing his shoes and then started a shower.
"This is one hot body," he said aloud and then stepped into
the shower. The warm water caressed his body and he began a more
intense exploration while he cleaned himself. His hands roved over
his soft new body, intimately exploring every curve and crevasse. As
he went on, though, he began to concentrate on certain areas. One
hand worked away between his legs as the other caressed and tugged on
his breasts. He kept at it, fingering his pussy and feeling himself
up, until he came.
By the time he stepped out of the shower, Tim knew his new
body almost as well as his old one. His senses seemed more acute than
when he was a male, but he figured the alien had something to so with
this. After drying off, Tim wrapped the towel around himself, having
to remind himself to wrap it around his chest, not his waist, and
headed for Pam's bedroom since she was asleep in his. And, he didn't
want to face what was happening to his sister just yet. Or what he
had just done to her.
In Pam's room, Tim went over to her dresser and opened it up.
Figuring that he could at least borrow something to sleep in, Tim
searched for some type of pajamas. The closest thing that he could
find was a thong teddy. "It's better than nothing," he thought and
stepped into it. Pulling it up, Tim was amazed at how well it fit.
The cups were a little small for his breasts, but all in all it was
comfortable. The thong felt strange, though, as it slid between his
ass cheeks. He wasn't used to having something there. He got into
the bed and tried to sleep, but he could feel the thong, parting the
cheeks of his ass and pressing tightly up against his hole, and his
breasts hanging from his chest, held tightly in the cups of the teddy.
As he lay on his side, they fell over to one side, and he couldn't
help but be constantly aware of them. As he lay there, he stroked
them gently through the lacy fabric.
Slowly, Tim's right hand moved down to his crotch, absently
stroking his mound through the fabric. He still wasn't used to
reaching down there and not feeling his dick. As he stroked, he could
feel his pussy moving inside the lace, wetting itself as the lips
rubbed against each other.
Tim grabbed the crotch of the teddy and pulled up sharply on
it. It slipped into his slit, parting the lips like the thong section
parted his ass cheeks. He could feel the sheer silk rubbing up
against his clit and the thong pulling up tighter against his asshole.
Reaching behind himself, he grabbed the thong above where it came out
of the crack of his ass and pulled up on that side as well. He
started to buck his hips back and forth, rubbing his entire slit and
asscrack against the fabric of the teddy.
Looking back over his shoulder at his ass, Tim was amazed
again at the size of it. He was also amazed at how good it felt. He
yanked on the crotch of the teddy, pulling it up into him so hard that
it hurt. His hips were bucking back and forth at full speed now,
rubbing his pussy and ass against the fabric, which was pulled up
nearly as thin as dental floss. His clit felt like it was on fire.
All at once, he couldn't take it anymore, and he came. It
felt even better than it had in the shower. He collapsed back onto
the bed, exhausted. Trying to find some way to lay so that he wasn't
constantly aware of his new tits, Tim slid back under the covers and
tried to let his body's exhaustion take over.
Xenophobia - Chapter 6 By Grimbo (with a little help from Ed Miller)
Once again, Tim found himself in the field overlooking a lake.
Tim walked over to the lake and waited, looking out over the beautiful
waters. He knew that she would appear eventually. And she did,
standing between him and the lake. No waiting for her to speak, Tim
dropped his shoulder and rammed it into her stomach. She folded over
and then fell into the lake. Once she got her feet under her, she
stood and began to climb up onto the shore. Tim wasted no time in
kicking her in the head as she attempted to lift herself out. The
kick wasn't hard enough to force her back into the water, so Tim
kicked her in the side and she slid back into the water. Each time
she fell in, Tim felt a little stronger. April caught onto his
tactics and stood up, two feet from the edge of the lake.
"Good ploy," she started. "Now we're even. Can I get out?"
"If you promise not try and dunk me into the lake."
April thought about this for a minute. "OK. I won't"
Tim smiled and reached a hand out to help April out of the
lake. She took his and let him pull her up as she jumped up. April
landed on the edge and took one step away from the lake.
"I see that you aren't ready to give up," she said. "That's
good. I just wanted to let you know what I was capable of doing. I
can take full control of the body when I feel the need to."
"That's not right. Since we're stuck together, we should work
together. You know I wasn't ready for what happened, yet you still
decided to go through with it."
"I needed the energy. It's like a drug for me. In the past,
I've bonded with so many different species. None of them have ever
been able to produce the energy your species does while having an
orgasm. I thought that I would be able to get enough just be
absorbing it from your bloodstream, but after your first orgasm, I was
addicted. Maybe one day I'll let you know what the feeling is like."
"No thank you. I don't like the idea of being addicted to sex.
Let's come up with some sort of compromise. I can't live my life as a
woman. All my records say I am a male and without proper records, you
can't get a job, a place to stay, or money. I need to spend some of
my time as Tim to make a living."
"But Tim doesn't exist anymore. Even in your dreams you are
thinking of yourself as a woman. Take a look at your reflection."
A mirror appeared next to Tim and he looked into it. Standing
before him was April in a black thong teddy. Not trusting the alien,
Tim looked down at his body and saw that the mirror wasn't lying.
"See?" she said. "As long as you think of yourself as a woman,
you can't be Tim."
"You're doing this. You've messed with my mind so much that
I'm losing my identity."
"You can't prove that. After all, you're the one that needs a
self-image. And it currently appears to be female."
Tim was furious. But he knew that now wasn't the time to make
anything of it. He could change everything once he was back in
control.
"What are you thinking, Tim?" she asked.
Tim caught her mistake immediately. She couldn't read his mind
while he was dreaming. Not sure why, Tim decided to take full
advantage of this. "Nothing," he replied. "Things are just happening
too fast for me."
"Well, I can always take control until you're ready."
"No! I can handle this." Tim started to walk away from the
lake and April followed him. "Tell me what you're planning to do to
my sister."
"Nothing much. I've spawned a part of myself to her. Once it
has encased her, much like I've encased you, I'll be able to absorb
energy from her also. She'll be like a battery for me. Anytime she
has an orgasm, the energies will be stored my spawned self and we can
get it from her just by touching her new skin. And she gets all the
benefits that I've given you, but under our control. If you want her
to look different, just say the word and I'll make the change."
"That's unbelievable. You won't change her without checking
with me first, will you."
"I'll agree to that. But when I need her to store some energy,
you can't interfere."
"OK. Also, I want her to not remember what happened last
night. And I want her to know the full truth about what's
happening."
"All of it? Even the fight for control of your body?"
"Yes. Otherwise, I fight you every step of the way. And you
can't afford that."
"You're right. Controlling your body while you were fighting
me took everything from me. I'll agree to that, but when you wake up,
you'll need to have an orgasm to give me some energy."
"I can live with that. When can you set things right with my
sister?"
"After your orgasm. Deal?"
"I'll probably regret this, but ... deal."
Tim awoke to a refreshed mind, but his body felt somewhat
tired. Since Tim had always prided himself on keeping his word, he
began to masturbate. Tim began by massaging both of his breasts with
his hands, slowly teasing his nipples and occasionally pinching them.
He could feel the arousal level increasing and his right hand moved
down to his pussy. Pulling the teddy to one side, Tim began to rub
his pussy and insert his finger between its lips. Tim could feel his
muscles constricting around his finger as his body began to take over.
The arousal-state he was in began to cloud his mind.
Tim let the sexual animal in him take over. He knew every
move his body was making, but all that made it to his mind was the
pleasure he was feeling. He worked his finger in and out of his
pussy, bucking his hips to gain as much penetration as he could. His
left hand stroked faster and harder on his tits. Before long, he was
squealing and groaning loudly, and yanking on his nipples for all he
was worth. Before too long, he reached orgasm and then lay back on
the bed to recover until his breathing was back to normal.
Having completed his part of the bargain, Tim stood up and went
to his room where his sister was still sleeping. Tim couldn't see any
sign that the alien had coated Pam. "What should I do?" he thought to
the alien.
"Move next to her and touch her neck," was the response he
heard.
Tim sat on the bed next to his sister and reached out to touch
her. Once he made contact, Tim felt a tingling sensation rush down
his arm and out his fingers. Pulling his hand away quickly, for fear
of hurting his sister, Tim thought "What was that?" There was no
response. Tim tried to contact the alien again, but to no avail.
There was no response.
Pam sat up, scaring Tim. She looked around the room for a
moment and looked at Tim.
"I believe you now, Tim," she said while taking his hand. When
they made contact, Tim could hear Pam's thoughts and the alien's.
"When you and I touch," she thought, "our thoughts can't be hidden
from each other. This is one of the gifts the alien has given us."
"Gifts?" he thought back. "I don't think so."
"Why not? We've got total control over what our bodies can
look like, feel, and we'll never grow old. I wish April had found me
first."
"Why?"
"I wouldn't have put up such a struggle. I understand the
alien needs better than you do. After all, I've always been a girl.
But you'll realize what you're missing after you've had pussy to dick
sex."
"That's never going to happen. I won't let it."
"Fine." Pam looked a little upset over that. "Just wait. The
longer you're in that body, the more you'll start thinking like a girl
and then nature will take over."
This scared Tim. He knew that he wasn't gay and the thought of
touching a man's dick disgusted him. But in the back of his mind, he
wondered what it would feel like to be fucked by something more
substantial than his finger. A dildo could solve that problem, he
decided.
Pam broke his train of thought. "A dildo just isn't the same.
Someday, you wait and see. Now, I need to give you some information
that will allow you to make it as a woman in this world. These are
just the basics."
Tim felt a rush of information pass between his sister and
himself. When it was done, Tim had memories of the intimate process
of being a woman. But the memories were from his sister's point of
view. Tim could put on makeup flawlessly, do his hair in many varied
styles, and he knew what to do when his period started. That piece of
information worried him.
"Don't worry. April has set both of our bodies up so that we
won't have to worry about a period ever again. I just gave you that
so you could be a complete woman. Other ladies would get suspicious
if you didn't know everything about your body."
"Where is April?"
"She's here with me. She's not talking to you right now since
you've upset her. She's going to stay with me for a while. When she
feels that you've got a better attitude, she'll come back. Until
then, her old body will continue to work the way it has. Just
remember to feed it at least once a month. More if you decide to
change anything about your body."
"I can change my body without her help?"
"Yes. But not to a male's body. That's your punishment. Be
lucky she's letting you make any adjustments. She was going to make
you 200 pounds and then not let you change anything. But she wants
you to enjoy your time as a woman. If you enjoy it enough, maybe
you'll want to stay that way."
"Never."
"We'll see. Now I'm going shopping. Do you want to come with
me? After all, your new body will need some clothes of it's own."
"I guess I can't stay inside all the time. I'll go."
Pam let go of Tim's hand and got out of bed. "Good," she said
to him. "I'll go shower and you get dressed. Use the knowledge I
gave you to do your hair and face." With that, Pam left and went to
the bathroom to start a shower.
Tim stood and headed back to Pam's bedroom. Opening the
dresser, Tim took out a new pair of tan pantyhose and set them on the
bed. Next, Tim found a nice plaid dress and a white blouse to match
it. The dress was the current rage for most college girls, the bottom
had about twelve pleats and the top part looked like a tank top.
Taking out a white bra, Tim realized that the tan pantyhose
wouldn't be the best choice for this outfit. Tim put the pantyhose
back into Pam's dresser and rummaged around until he found the white
opaque tights that were meant to be worn with this outfit. Tim had
seen many girls wearing this type of outfit at school, but he now
understood why white or black was worn with this dress. He knew that
this information was from Pam since he had never even bothered to
think about such things in the past. "At least I won't be making any
fashion mistakes," he thought.
After removing the teddy he was wearing, and realizing
suddenly that he missed the feel on the thong against his asshole, Tim
sat on the edge of the bed and gathered one of the tights legs up.
Sliding his foot into it, Tim pulled them up till it covered his knee.
Repeating the process on the other leg, Tim then stood and pulled the
tights up the rest of his legs until they were pulled tight against
his crotch and over his waist. He took a moment to rub his pussy
through the fabric.
Tim then took the bra from off of the bed. He knew that it
was easier to put the bra on backwards to hook it then turn it around
and slip his arms though the straps. After doing this, Tim mad a
minor adjustment to the straps to make the bra fit correctly. The
blouse was the next item Tim put one and even though the buttons were
on the opposite side that he was used to, he had no problems and the
buttons seemed natural. Tim took the dress and unzipped the back.
Stepping into it, Tim pulled it up and put his arms thought the proper
holes. Reaching behind him, Tim was able to pull the zipper up
without any assistance.
He then walked over to the mirror. Starting at the toes, Tim
examined his body. The image reflected back was dressed flawlessly.
Now he needed to work on the hair and face. Shoes would be the last
things he would put on. After all, didn't every woman he know
complain that standing in heels hurts your feet after a while? As he
was leaving the room, he saw Pam on the phone in his bedroom.
Tim went on to the bathroom where his sister had put her
cosmetics and hairbrushes. Since Pam had already done her hair and
face, Tim didn't have to worry about any interruptions. After pulling
his hair back into a ponytail, Tim started by applying a foundation
that matched closely to his skin color, but it was a little darker.
Once he had formed an even coat over his face, Tim applied a powder
layer to dry it some. Skillfully, Tim applied his eyeliner, eye
shadow, mascara, blush, and lipstick. Once all that was finished, Tim
started on his hair. He tried three or four different styles before
finally settling on a basic straight style with his bangs held back by
barrettes. It looked great with the outfit he was wearing. He took
one final look at himself in the mirror and then turned and headed
back to see if Pam was ready.
"Is that what you're going to wear?" she asked him as he came
into the room.
"Yes," he replied. "Why?"
"Well, it doesn't go with the image I was hoping we would
make."
She was right. It didn't match what she was wearing. Her feet
were in four inch high, spike heeled pumps. He legs were encased in
black fishnet stockings. The hem of her red form fitting leather
dress showed off the tops of her stocking. The zipper up the front of
the dress was lowered so that Pam's newly enlarged breasts could be
better displayed. They were nothing short of huge, at least DD-cup,
Tim estimated, with his new knowledge of feminine clothing. Her nails
matched her lips and dress perfectly. Pam's hair was a blazing red,
not the normal brown that she had only hours ago. Pam walked behind
Tim, checking out his outfit. She grabbed the hem of the dress and
pulled it up.
Tim stood there for a moment until he got over his shock, then
jumped away from her and yelled, "What do you think you are doing?"
"Just making sure you're not wearing my underwear. I'll let
you have that dress, blouse, and tights. It's not my style anymore."
She grinned mischievously when she said it, however. She hadn't
needed to grab his ass and caress his pussy to make sure of that.
Pam's nonchalance worried Tim. He had picked out this outfit
because he knew it was one of his sister's favorites. He wanted to
piss her off for making him go out in public and figures this was one
excellent way to do it. The fact that she was only worried about
whether or not he was wearing her underwear and that she was dressed
like a slut made him wonder if the alien had taken over. "Are you OK
Pam? Or should I say April?"
"Oh little sister, it is me Pam. April and I have had a long
talk. She convinced me that I could get anything I wanted from this
world. I could have the perfect body and any man I wanted. All I had
to do was to work with her. Unlike you, I thought it would be a great
idea. So we made some changes and here I am. I'm the one in the
power position here, and all you are going to be is the spare one, not
me. And, you won't have to worry about your reporter job. I called
them and told them you were sick with the flu and you would be out for
at least four days."
Tim was shocked. This couldn't be his sister. She wasn't this
aggressive. She liked the way she used to look. He knew she did.
Heck, they had had a conversation on this subject last year. And Tim
didn't think that she could have changed that much in just one year.
Tim figured that April had influenced her somehow and he just had to
convince her. But not now. He would have to find a way to break
through April's influence.
"I don't think I want to go out now," Tim said.
"Fine. After all, you don't need to buy any clothes. You can
have mine. I'm tired of that lame wardrobe. It's flash and skin for
me from now on. I'll see you when I get home." And Pam turned and
left the room. Tim heard the front door shut and then the car start
before he even felt the desire to move. Tim lied down onto the bed
and started to cry. He felt helpless and knew that he was the only
one who could stop April from ruining his sister's life. But he
didn't know what to do. Nothing seemed to be going right. After
crying for about ten minutes, Tim sat up on the bed and wiped the
tears off his face. He went back to the bathroom to fix his makeup
and then decided to figure out what he could do with his new body.
April had said that he could make changes, but not change back
to a male. So, he decided to try. Concentrating on his breasts, Tim
closed his eyes and envisioned them one size larger. At first,
nothing seemed to be happening, but then Tim felt his bra becoming
tighter. When he opened his eyes, he could see that there had been a
definite change. His breasts had become fuller and pushed out even
through the confines of his bra.
Tim realized that he could do anything he wanted to his body.
"If a little is good," he thought, "a lot is better." He went back
into his room, getting a huge, baggy shirt from the closet, and took
it back to the bathroom, stripping his clothes off as he went. He
wanted to view the results of his transformation on his naked body.
As he stood before the mirror, Tim closed his eyes and
envisioned himself with huge breasts, the size of cantaloupes. When
he opened his eyes, the view in the mirror was amazing. "More!" he
thought, and closed his eyes again to envision even larger breasts.
When he reopened his eyes, his tits were enormous, almost the size of
bowling balls, but still amazingly round and firm. He lifted up a
hand to touch one, hefting it and feeling it's weight. Touching his
own gigantic melon made him moan in arousal as his pussy started to
flow.
"Third time's the charm," he thought, and, keeping his eyes
open, inflated his tits until they were beyond any believable
proportion. They hung from his chest, amazingly buoyant and easily
the size of twin basketballs. He reached up to caress them. They
were amazingly round and firm. "That'll draw some attention," he
thought.
Tim turned to see a side view of himself and was amazed by the
size of his monstrous breasts. They stuck out way in front of him,
threatening to pull him over forwards. Slowly, he wrenched his gaze
down to his ass. His sister had never had a well-formed butt and
since she was who his body was modeled after, he lacked a decent one
also. "Time to change that," he thought.
Closing his eyes again, Tim thought about what he wanted for
his ass and the change began. When Tim opened his eyes, the butt that
he saw was sticking out a full three inches more than it had and it
was firm and rounded. Twisting around to look behind him, Tim saw
that his ass looked even huger than it had before, but he knew that it
was just because he wasn't used to having a feminine butt. The image
it made in the mirror looked sexy as hell.
Next step was his hair. Since he always noticed that blondes
seemed to attract more attention than other hair shades, Tim
concentrated on this. When he looked at himself again, his hair was a
light blonde. Tim's gaze in the mirror dropped from his head down to
his crotch, and he saw that his pubic hair, covering the mound of his
pussy, was still brown.
He considered changing it to blonde, now that he had the hang
of changing his body, but as he thought of it, he realized that, as a
man, he had always really liked it when girls shaved their pubes. "I
don't have to go to the trouble," he thought. He closed his eyes
again, and when he reopened them, he found himself staring in the
mirror at his cunt, which was smooth and hairless. The only feature
visible was the fold of his slit, curving down between his legs.
Tim couldn't resist. He dropped to the floor, lying on his
back with his now-gigantic tits jutting up from his chest like two
mountainous mounds of flesh. He spread his legs, feeling his cuntlips
spreading as well, and the cold air rushing in up against the warm,
wet inside of his pussy. He massaged his tits with both hands, barely
believing how gigantic they really were. As he cupped them and
squeezed them, mashing them against his chest, he realized that having
such huge breasts made him uncontrollably horny. He rolled the
nipples around between his fingers and tugged on them gently, then
harder, until they were so hard they ached.
His right hand found it's way slowly down to his pussy, taking
its time and caressing every curve on the way. He parted his lips and
inserted his finger in between them, shuddering at the amazing
sensation. He rubbed his pussy back and forth, feeling his pussy
juice flowing freely out of his cunt and running down his thighs and
along the crack of his ass.
His left hand slowly moved away from his tits, sliding down
along his side, over his hip and to his ass. He had to roll over onto
his side then, and he could feel his gargantuan tits shifting over on
his chest as he moved. Lubricating his finger with the pussy juice
that had already ran down onto his asshole, he slowly penetrated his
ass with his finger.
Tim was amazed at the sensation. He could feel both his
hands, pumping fingers into both his holes at once. He couldn't
imagine anything more erotic. His hands pumped faster at both his
pussy and ass, making loud slapping sounds that were drowned out by
his squealing and moaning. When he came, it was a thunderous orgasm,
but he didn't stop double-fucking himself. He kept at it, with his
fingers penetrating both his pussy and his asshole, until he came
again, and then again, finally relaxing after the third climax.
Tim stopped for a moment when he realized that he was
beginning to enjoy being able to change his form. Could he be
accepting the change as permanent? "Never," he thought. "If I'm
stuck as a woman, why shouldn't I make this body the best it can be?"
With that thought, Tim put his clothes back on from where he
dropped them on the floor. He had a hard time squeezing his tits into
even the oversized shirt that he had picked out, and he knew he'd
never find a bra to fit them, but he liked them to much to even
consider changing them. Finally, he wedged them into his clothing,
and then exited the bathroom and returned to his sister's room. Going
over to the closet, he pulled out a pair of black Mary Janes with
three-inch heels and stepped into them. He moved over to the
full-length mirror that was mounted on the back of the door and
checked himself out. His newly-enlarged tits and ass filled out the
outfit to the point of bursting. "Hello foxy," he said out loud.
"Now I need something to do for the afternoon. I'm not going to let
April win. Hmm. I know, I'll go to the library on campus. I can't
wait to see the looks on the guy's faces. This should be a riot."
With that, Tim grabbed his keys and headed out the front door.
Xenophobia - Chapter 7 by Grimbo (with a little help from Ed Miller)
The trip to the library was fairly uneventful, except for the
obviously astounded, open-mouthed stares that all the guys and some of
the girls directed towards his mammoth breasts. Their gazes would
have reminded Tim of his breasts, but he didn't need it. As huge as
they were, they shifted every time he made even the slightest move.
When he entered the library, much the same thing happened. As he
moved through the study area and headed for the stacks, every single
guy turned their head or looked up from what he was doing to check him
out and goggle at his gigantic tits. Even the ones with girlfriends,
which resulted in some light slaps to their arms.
When Tim got to the elevator, a crowd of people was waiting to
go up. The elevator finally arrived and everyone piled in. Tim was
in the middle of the crowd. Everyone was looking sideways at him,
unable to take their eyes off of his chest. It would have been
impossible not to brush against his tits, considering their size, but
it happened more than was probably necessary. Tim didn't mind.
The elevator had just slowly begun its climb up the stacks
when Tim felt a hand brush his outer thigh. Tim closed his eyes as
the sensations sent a pleasurable feeling through his body. After a
minute, the hand returned, this time it stayed on his thigh and began
to lightly move up and down. The elevator stopped and some of the
people got out and a few climbed on. The sensations of the hand on
Tim's leg were starting to get him worked up.
The hand moved around to the back of Tim's leg and began to
move upwards. Slowly making circles on Tim's nylon-encased ass, the
hand moved down and between his ass checks. Tim's legs shifted to
allow access for the hand to reach his bald pussy. The hand knew it
had struck pay dirt and moved to the invitation. The elevator had
stopped a few times and let most of the people off, but Tim never
noticed. All of his thoughts were on what the hand was doing. The
hand had worked the nylon of Tim's tights up his ass and pussy and was
massaging them both. He could feel the seam of the nylons pulled
tight against his asshole, and the crotch near his pussy was soaked
through with pussy juice.
The elevator doors opened and another hand touched Tim's back
and guided him out. Again, Tim didn't notice. All Tim wanted was to
feel the stranger's hand work him over. As they walked, the
stranger's hand had moved up and around Tim's waist and led him to a
private study room. Tim's body was on fire. All he could think of
was that he needed to have an orgasm. The stranger closed the blinds
to the study room, locked the door and then returned, facing Tim for
the first time.
"If you want to back out, now's the time," the stranger said.
Tim opened his eyes and looked right in the stranger's face.
"No. Please don't stop."
The stranger smiled and leaned in to kiss Tim while returning
both hands to Tim's ass, kneading and caressing both cheeks. Tim's
pussy was pressed forwards, and he could feel the stranger's rock hard
cock, straining at his pants. It was pressing up against Tim's pussy,
and the feeling of its hardness there made Tim even wetter. His hands
encircled the stranger's back and moved up and down to the rhythm of
the stranger's hands on his ass and thighs. Tim moved his hands to
the stranger's strong chest and began to unbutton the plaid shirt.
Once it was unbuttoned, the stranger took it off, one arm at a time,
keeping the other hand on Tim. Tim leaned to the stranger's chest and
began to kiss and lightly lick it. Tim could feel the stranger's
erection pressing against his stomach and he knew that he had to have
it in him soon.
Reaching under his skirt, Tim used his fingernails to tear a
hole in his tights under his hairless pussy. The stranger's fingers
followed and slid into it. Gasping with pleasure, Tim felt his entire
groin tighten around the fingers. Reaching forward, Tim unbuttoned
the stranger's jeans and pulled them and the stranger's boxers down.
The eight-inch cock sprang to attention when it was released.
Reluctantly moving his pussy away from the stranger's fingers, Tim
knelt in front of him and slowly took the dick into his mouth. He
licked up and down the shaft, sucking gently on it. He was amazed at
himself for doing this, but he only knew that he needed it. He sucked
it for a while, actually enjoying the taste of the pre-cum, and them
reluctantly released it from his mouth and stood up. Keeping hold of
the stranger's cock, Tim grasped it and gently directed it to his
waiting pussy.
The stranger knew what to do from there. Lifting Tim with
both hands and placing Tim's rounded ass on the edge of the study
table, the stranger maneuvered his cock head to the entrance to Tim's
smooth cunt. Slowly pushing against Tim, the stranger entered and
deflowered him. Tim's moan of pleasure and pain made the stranger
slow some, but he knew that a tight pussy needs gentle handling until
it stretched. But it won't stretch if you stop. The stranger began
building speed in his rhythmic pumping and Tim's body responded
eagerly and began rocking of the edge of the table in sync with the
stranger. The stranger's kisses were powerful and his tongue probed
every inch of Tim's mouth. The eventful end arrived with simultaneous
orgasms and moans of pleasure. Tim could feel all the stranger's hot
cum shooting up into his pussy, making it even wetter and warmer
inside. He leaned against the stranger with his arms around the
stranger's neck.
"More," he groaned. "I need another fuck."
The stranger was only too happy to comply. As his companion
stepped back to remove his pants completely, Tim stripped himself of
the rest of his clothes, throwing the ruined, cum-soaked nylons in the
garbage. He was amazed that the fact that they were naked in a public
building only made him hornier.
The stranger maneuvered Tim around, bending him forward over
the table. Tim could feel his gigantic tits hanging down from his
chest and his nipples rubbing against the table. The stranger's cock
pressed up against his naked pussy from behind, entering it completely
on the first stroke. Tim could feel the stranger caressing and
rubbing his ass as his dick fucked Tim's pussy. Tim grabbed the far
edge of the table and threw his head back, moaning in ecstasy.
The stranger pumped away at Tim's cunt harder and harder, now
reaching around his front to knead and massage Tim's breasts. Tim's
tits took the expressing "more than a handful" to a new extreme, and
the stranger could barely keep a grip on them, they were so huge. He
began to yank on them harder, as if to force his rock-hard dick
further into Tim's smooth pussy, and Tim couldn't take it any more.
He came in a shattering orgasm.
The stranger wasn't done, however. He removed his cock from
Tim's pussy, but Tim could soon feel it again, as it pressed up
against the bud of his asshole. Tim bucked his hips backward, feeling
the warm cock penetrate his ass. Feeling no resistance, the stranger
began to fuck Tim in the ass at full force, and Tim loved it. He
could feel it stroking in and out of his rear opening, just like he
could feel the stranger's hands pulling roughly at his tits again.
Tim moved his own hand down to his crotch to finger his pussy. He
came again in a shattering orgasm, even better than the last, and the
stranger's cock erupted with cum at the same time. Tim could feel it
filling his asshole like it had filled his pussy.
Placing his forehead against his arm, Tim slowly began to
recover. When Tim looked up, the stranger was smiling back at him.
"I hoped I was able to satisfy you," the stranger said. "By
the way, my name is M.."
"No names please. No attachments."
"OK. Maybe I'll rub into you in the elevator again."
"Maybe," Tim replied with a smile.
The stranger backed out of Tim's asshole with ease due to the
shrunken state of his dick. Pulling his boxers and jeans up and then
slipping his shirt back on, the stranger headed out the door. Tim
turned over, finding it awkward with the weight of his enormous
breasts, and then just sat on the edge of the table and watched him
go. Closing his eyes, Tim wondered why he had just had sex. The
opening of the door brought Tim's eyes wide open. Standing before him
was his male self.
"I see you've finally accepted your new life," the copy of his male
body said.
"Pam?" he stammered, trying to cover his nakedness.
"And April. In the flesh. By the way, do you like it?"
Tim wasn't up to this, he was still a little dazed by the sex
and couldn't quite think straight. "I don't get it. Why are you in
my body?"
"Simple. People would ask to many embarrassing questions if
you never showed up again. Therefore, April and I will be posing as
you during the week. And on the weekend and at home, we'll be
ourselves."
In Tim's clouded mind, all he could see were flames of hate.
He heard every word Pam was saying, and it infuriated him. It was one
thing to force him into being a woman, even if he now realized that
sex as a woman was great, it was another thing to take over his life.
Tim leapt off the table at Pam. Upon contact, a flash of light
appeared before Tim's eyes.
When his eyes cleared, Tim found himself standing in the
all-too-familiar field. Pam and April were lying near the edge of the
lake. Tim quickly rushed forward and picked up April and flung her
into the waters of the lake. His body was still female, and his tits
were as immense as they were when he was awake, but they didn't seem
to hamper his movement in the dream. April's body hit with a splash
and sank under the waters. Tim went to Pam's side. It was then that
he noticed she was bound. Quickly untying her, Tim gently shook her
until she was awake.
"Where am I?" she asked.
Tim was about to answer her when he felt water dripping on him.
"You'll pay for that!!" April was screaming as she stood over
Tim. Reaching for Tim, April missed seeing Pam stand and begin to
swing at her. The impact of Pam's fist in April's head knocked April
to the ground. Tim managed to move enough to not be under April when
she hit the ground. Before April could react, Tim and Pam grabbed her
and tossed her into the lake again. Tim and Pam smiled as April
attempted to climb out and they kicked her back in again.
"Please stop," she begged as she attempted to climb out a
second time.
"Never," Tim responded, "Not until I know you won't cause any
problems for us. Ever." Tim squatted down and pushed her back into
the waters.
Standing, April staring at the two of them and then collapsed
into the waters. Thinking it was a joke, Tim and Pam just watched
her. As they watched, April's form began to shimmer and then it began
to fade. When it was gone, Tim and Pam just stared out over the
lake.
"Oh shit," was all Tim could say. As they looked, the lake
around the last location of April's body began to shimmer and then
disappear. Like a ripple across the water, the shimmering spread and
approached them. Tim and Pam turned and began to run. The ripple
continued over the meadow and began to catch up to them. Just before
it did, everything went black.
Tim woke to find himself on a bed in a white room. Turning his
head to the left, Tim could see his sister in the bed next to him.
Her hair was the flaming red it had been when she had left the
apartment. Somehow, she had changed her body back from his. She was
sleeping, so he couldn't ask her what had happened. A voice caught
Tim's attention.
"I see you're awake," it said. Standing next to his bed was a
nurse. "Maybe you can answer some questions."
"I'll try," and then it hit him. He was still a woman. The
revelation hit him and he began to cry.
"It's O.K., dear. I just need to know who you are. When the
ambulance arrived, you didn't have any ID on you. As a matter of
fact," she continued with a bemused look, "YOU didn't have any clothes
on you. We just want to contact your family and let them know you are
all right." She tried, but like everyone else she couldn't keep her
gaze away from Tim's gigantic chest.
"She's my cousin from out of town," Pam said to the nurse after
waking up and seeing what was happening. "I'll call my brother and
have him pick us up."
"OK. He'll have to sign some papers and then you'll be free to
go. You sure gave everyone a scare when you passed out in the
library."
"Must have been the heat. It was sweltering in there."
The nurse raised an eyebrow and nodded towards Tim. "Is that
why she decided to strip?" With a confused look on her face, she
turned and left.
Sliding out of the bed, Pam came over to Tim. "You'll have to
get a grip on yourself. We've got to change our bodies and leave
before the nurse comes back." Tim just shook his head.
"Concentrate," Pam said and then watched as Tim's form changed. His
hair became dark black and he shrunk every part of his body, even
reluctantly shrinking his tits. He even added extra fat around his
stomach and neck. When he finished, he looked nothing like the girl
that had been admitted. "Good. Now get dressed and let's leave."
Pam had already changed and was getting dressed.
The two girls walked out of the room without anyone noticing
them. A short walk down the hall led them to the elevators. When
they reached the lobby, they hailed a cab and proceeded to go home.
During the trip home, Tim put his head on Pam's shoulder and began to
cry again. All Pam could do was stroke his hair and try to make him
more comfortable. When they got home, Pam put Tim to bed and then
went to bed herself. Time to figure out what happened tomorrow.
Xenophobia - Chapter 8 by Grimbo (with a little help from Ed Miller)
Pam woke to the smell of pancakes. She climbed out of bed,
wrapped a robe around her body, and then headed to the kitchen. When
she got there, she was greeted by the sight of her new sister,
cooking. Tim was standing by the stove, naked, and looked like he had
the day before, with blonde hair, an hourglass figure, hairless pussy,
and gigantic tits.
Hearing Pam come into the kitchen, Tim turned. "I tried to
change into myself this morning, but I couldn't. April's lock on my
changes must be permanent. I changed back to this because, if I'm
stuck as a woman, it's how I feel most comfortable."
Pam didn't respond. She knew what his next question would be.
"Do you remember how to change yourself into me?"
"Yes."
"Do you think you could teach me."
Pam paused for a moment. "No."
Tim lowered his head and
stared at the ground. The silence lasted a minute before the smell of
burning pancakes caused Tim to turn.
"It's not that I don't want to, Tim. April showed me how and
you have to be able to read DNA patterns to do that. She didn't teach
you because she felt betrayed. And I can't because I don't know how
to show you."
"Why don't we try touching and sharing information that way?"
Tim asked.
"It's not like that. April was the catalyst. She's gone now.
I tried to read your thoughts when we were touching in the cab last
night. I couldn't. I figured that if I could, I could let you know
what she showed me. I'm sorry." Pam's eyes clouded up and she began
to cry.
Tim had turned off the stove and removed the pancakes.
Turning back around he moved to his sister and hugged her. "It's OK.
I'll manage as a woman. I've got your knowledge and it's becoming
second nature. And..and you could take my place when society needs to
see the male me."
"That would be OK?"
"Sure. Isn't that what sisters are for?"
Pam hugged Tim as hard as she could. She realized that Tim
had accepted his plight when he understood that he could never be male
again. And the time she had spent as him was exciting enough that she
had hoped to be able to do it again. April had given her all of his
memories and she knew that she could be just as good of a Tim as Tim.
"By the way," Tim said, "how did you find me?"
"Another trick April taught me. When you have sex, I know.
She explained it as needing to know that level of her energy storage
area. I just concentrate and I know how much you have stored and how
far away you are."
"Wow."
"Yea." What Pam didn't tell him was that she could also force
him to become sexually excited as they had in the elevator. This was,
he would always be willing to "fill up" when she wanted him to. But
no need to let him know that. Let him think that it's that way for
all women. Feeling a little horny and mischievous, Pam fired him up.
Hugging his sister, Tim felt a familiar feeling begin in his
groin. He turned from his sister hoping she didn't notice. Pam's
hands cupped his enormous breasts and began to massage them. As Tim
slipped into the ecstasy of the moment, he barely noticed the bulge
growing in Pam's crotch.
FIN.
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