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Content Warning: This work of fiction contains mature subject
matter and graphic sexual language including descriptions of
consensual sex between men and women. If you think you can't deal
with this story, or if it's illegal to possess such material in
your locality, please hit the delete button now. If you're a minor
as defined by the laws in your locality then you MUST stop now and
go no further. As a work of fiction, any similarities to any
person(s) dead, alive, or fictional is merely a really weird
coincidence.

                          The Bracelets

                         By Jan Williams

                             PART 2/2

                            BACK HOME


It was late in the evening when we arrived at our house in
Florida, too worn out from the trip to do anything but shower and
go to bed. It was almost noon before we finally got up. We made a
comfortable living writing and illustrating technical manuals and
had a couple of months backlog of work so we didn’t have to go
anywhere except for supplies. That was good, because Cindy had
some plans for me that were going to keep me in the house for
several weeks.

We spent part of the day putting our things away and straightening
up the house, a good supper and we were feeling normal again. We
had been sitting together on the sofa for awhile, fooling around a
little when Cindy got up, took my hand and led me to the bedroom.
She put the bracelets on the bed and started to undress, almost
doing a strip in front of me. I got the message and beat her to
the bed. Cindy had put a magnifying glass and a notebook on the
night stand. She started examining one of the bracelets under the
glass, sketching the designs on the pad. There was nothing obvious
that we hadn’t already found but we needed to examine them more
closely with a stronger glass.

Cindy handed me the one and I handed her the other. We put them
on, female up for Cindy and male up for me, turned to make me
dominant and sat back, feeling silly like we were waiting for
lights to flash or something. It probably took all of twenty
seconds for us to change each other into our 69 models and fall
into a passionate embrace.

“Cindy, I want to find out how each of us really feels about sex,
how we like to do each thing to the other and how we like to have
each thing done to us. Lets start with a single thing and work it
out until we are satisfied. Remember, we’ve got to turn the center
part the right way before we start.”

“Fine, fuck me,” smiled Cindy as she turned her bracelet and lay
back, spreading her legs, “fuck me the way it feels best for you.”
This is going to be fun I thought as I turned mine, slid my cock
into her cunt and started thrusting hard and fast, full deep
strokes until I came. “You’re not through yet,” said Cindy,
“you’ve got to make me cum too, use your hand.” I saw where this
was leading and what I had done wrong as I brought her to her
orgasm.

“Now, turn me into a man and I’m going to turn you into a woman
and fuck you the way it feels best for me.” We changed our
bracelets and started in. It didn’t take her long to cum, she used
her hand and made me cum. “I see why you did what you did,” said
Cindy, “those hard deep thrusts with no letup felt great, I didn’t
want to letup or anything, just keep thrusting. How did it feel to
you?” “I loved the feel of your cock in my cunt, incidently, the
more we do it the better it feels, but it didn’t seem to be
driving my orgasm.”

“Did you want some attention on your clit?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s it. If you had moved your body a little
higher up on me your cock might have rubbed over my clit a little.
You could have rubbed your pelvis over my clit when you got all
the way in, maybe just held it there and rubbed it for a moment
before you withdrew for the next stroke. I could do that and still
thrust in fast and hard.”

“Change me back to a woman and hand me that dildo, I want to show
you something.” “Now, get down close and watch my pussy lips and
my clit, see what happens to my lips when I push the dildo in my
cunt?”

“Yeah, they move, the entrance to your cunt, your cunt lips, are
drawn in by the dildo and your pussy lips pull down on your clit’s
hood a little, it rubs over your clit.”

“That’s right, and if you fuck me long enough you’ll make me cum
that way. But you usually cum before it happens.”

I changed Cindy back to a man and she fucked me two more times,
doing the things she knew made her feel good and making herself
cum also. We changed back and I fucked her, trying to do what she
had done while she responded to my thrusts in a way that increased
the pressure and movement on her clit. We spent the rest of the
evening and a large part of the night fucking each other, each
time getting better until the man could make the woman cum every
time. 

Up late again for brunch. “I want to eat your pussy,” I said,
“lets practice that today.”

“Ok, but I want to eat yours first,” said Cindy, changing me into
her 69 model while I let her revert to her normal self. She was
getting a kick out of eating herself. It seemed there could be two
Cindy’s as long as one was an idealized version of the other but
we couldn’t have two normal Cindys. “I want to show you what feels
best to me first and then let you use your imagination on me.”

Cindy started with a lingering French kiss and worked her way down
my body to the inner part of my thigh, hardly missing a spot on
the way. “Foreplay is important in oral sex, you can hurt my clit
if you start right in on it if the juices aren’t already flowing
in my cunt. That’s how you can tell if I’m hot enough, the
entrance to my cunt gets wet.” Then she lapped over to my cunt and
French kissed it long and deep, slowly working up my slit to my
clit, lingering at my pee hole on the way. By the time she got to
my clit I was holding her head, pulling her to me, bucking up
against her face. She started sucking my clit in and out of her
mouth, flicking her tongue over it each time it came in, driving
me higher and higher until I came in a shower of stars.

Then she changed me back, it was my turn to eat her. We practiced
until supper, Cindy guiding me to do what she wanted, talking to
me as I tried different things until I could make her cum again
and again. We occasionally changed back so she could show me how
something felt.

Supper and a nap, then we fucked for awhile, to make sure we had
not forgotten how to do it I said. A short day but we were tired,
we removed each others bracelet and went to sleep early.

A delicious Breakfast this time, followed by some cuddling on the
sofa. “Do you realize we’ve been naked since the morning after we
got back?” asked Cindy.

“I guess we haven’t needed any clothes,” answered Rick, “Why, you
want to dress up?”

“No silly, I just realized it, it feels good doesn’t it.”

“Yeah.”

Cindy got up and started upstairs with me right behind.

“I need to have some control over you for this,” she said, “We’re
both going to be male and you’re going to teach me how to suck
your cock, really suck it.” “Here, put this on with the arrows
up,” she said as she handed me my bracelet. I set it for male and
put it on. I handed her hers set for male and she put it on with
her arrows down. My male mind was in charge now as I changed her
into her 69 version of me.

I knew what I liked and I didn’t require much foreplay, a woman’s
hand on my cock was enough, or even a smile and her tongue licking
her lips would probably do it. We moved into a side by side 69
position and Cindy took my cock in his mouth. Cindy was sending
strong signals to me, forcing my sexuality to take over, I wanted
to hold him as he sucked me. He slowly eased his cock up to my
mouth and rubbed its head over my lips as he swallowed my cock to
the hilt.

My lips closed over his cock and slowly sucked it into my mouth.
He let his lips slide back to the same place as mine were on him.
I flicked my tongue over his head and felt his tongue on mine,
then we sucked in more of it, in and out, suck and lick, every
move I made he followed. I knew what I liked, what I wanted but
never had. I slid it toward my throat, no gaging as I pressed hard
against its head, feeling it enter as Cindy adjusted my throat to
his cock; all the way in now, my lips pressed tight to his crotch
as I felt his teeth over my sac. I was sucking a cock with a man’s
mind now, but it was different, Cindy made me accept it. It was
almost like I was sucking my own cock, when I touched a spot on
his cock I felt the touch on mine, every touch I desired at my
call until my pulsing cock shot its cum into his throat followed
by a mouthful for me. It wasn’t long before Cindy had found every
secret spot and learned every pleasurable movement I knew, plus a
few new ones of her own. By noon she could make me cum with just
her flicking tongue.

A warm shower together, a good lunch with a glass of wine and we
were settled down on the sofa, the feel of our bare skin exciting
us as she sat between my legs, leaning back against me. “Well,
we’ve covered the basics,” I said, “I think I know much more about
your response to sex, what you like to have done to you and how
you like to have it done. There was a lot I never knew. It was
fascinating to experience your sensations as things were being
done to you. I can’t think of anything more erotic than to
experience the sensations that were occurring in your cunt as a
cock was being thrust into it, your clit as it was sucked into a
mouth.” “I finally understand your need to be held and caressed
until the climax of your orgasm subsides, and how long that
takes.”

“Yes, now I know how a cock feels when a warm cunt envelopes it
and slides back and forth over it, What hard thrusts feel like and
long slow ones. I know where those special places are and how it
feels when they are licked and sucked just right. I had never
dreamed how it felt to have your cum sucked out of your cock and
how much it meant to have your cum swallowed; to complete your
orgasm with no interruption, only a continuously increasing
intensity of motion until your orgasm climaxed.”

I wanted to try 69, with our normal gender and then swap genders.
We started out with Cindy on top of me. I did every thing to her
cunt we had learned and she did the same to my cock. Then we
swapped genders. I changed my bracelet to female and was on top of
Cindy with her cock in my mouth and her tongue in my cunt. It was
good this time, I was a woman sucking a man’s cock while he ate my
pussy. My woman’s mind and throat savored that luscious cock I was
bobbing my head up and down over. I found myself waiting for the
cum to shoot out of it so I could swallow it. The best of all was
when we could cum together and I could feel his pulsing cock
shooting his cum into my mouth during my climax.

We changed to girl on girl 69 and brought each other to climax
again and again, finally turning to lie in each others arms and
kiss, long and lovingly. I got Cindy to change her gender and do
69 again, I was beginning to enjoy it. I changed to the bottom
position. I wanted her to be in a position where she could thrust
her cock into my throat if she wanted to. After I had sucked her
cock for a while I took it out and said “Fuck my throat, now, do
it,” and waited for it to be forced into me as she wanted to do
it. Cindy slid me to the edge of the bed and let my head hang over
the side, slowly sliding her cock down into my throat until her
balls were pressed against my nose and eyes, then slowly sliding
its head in and out of me from my teeth to the bottom of my
throat; only pausing to give me time to take a breath between
thrusts. She continued fucking my throat just like I had fucked
her two days ago until she came. She leaned over to suck my clit
until I came, still holding her cock in my mouth.

“I think that did it,” I said, “I wanted to suck your cock, I
didn’t just accept it, I wanted it. Changing my bracelet to female
blotted out my male objections, it was okay then. Just like our
girl on girl 69, I liked that too, I want to do more before we go
to sleep tonight, I want to dream about being a woman with a cock
in my throat.”

We napped till supper time and then sat around, talking, cuddling,
making plans for tomorrow. Cindy had plans for me but I didn’t
know about them. We did male on female 69 with me as the female
again. My mind accepted a cock in my mouth, there was no thought
of me being a man, just woman thoughts about how good it felt in
my throat.

“Cindy, I want to try something,” I said, “The arrows are up on
both of our bracelets, I want to discuss sexuality for a while and
see how we look at the subject.”

“Ok professor,” laughed Cindy, “start in.”

I started the discussion off with questions on sucking cock. We
had done this before so the subject was familiar. I noticed that
my position seemed to be that it was ok for women to suck cock,
even if it was a man in a woman’s body. Cindy agreed it was ok for
a woman but had some reservations if it was a man in a woman’s
body. We changed the arrows and continued the discussion, going
into more detail. My position slowly shifted so that I was
developing reservations about a man in a woman’s body. Now Cindy
thought it was alright either way.

We changed them back to up and I tried to summarize my findings.
We had already worked out the figures, they controlled how the
body responded to sex. Cindy could change my body to male or
female regardless of which figure was up, but the responses of my
body would not be satisfying to me unless I had the figure right.
We had figured out the dominance part of the arrows but not the
other part. There was a difference between arrows up and arrows
down. The arrows did two things, they influenced dominance and
which version of the mind was present. If my female figure was up
and my arrows up, I experienced sex like a woman; I felt it and
thought about it like a woman. Although I knew I was a man in a
woman’s body, that was irrelevant. If the arrows were down,
however, my male mind was present, and it questioned what I was
doing; It didn’t stop me, but it raised questions in my mind and
tended to spoil the pleasure somewhat.

“That’s why I changed my position wasn’t it,” said Cindy, “When
mine were up I had a man’s mind in a man’s body but when they were
down my woman’s mind was back.”

“Mine are up,” I said, “make me a woman.” changing Cindy to a man
as I slid over her, settling my pussy over his face while I sucked
his cock into my throat, keeping it there for about two hours, my
male mind just an observer.

We showered and went to bed for the night. Cindy wanted us to
sleep with our bracelets on to see what our dreams would produce.
We had done it in England and I thought it might be fun to do it
again. Cindy kept me female all night and I woke up feeling fine,
not even thinking about being a woman, just enjoying it.

We were cleaning up after breakfast when the phone rang, it was
Cindy’s sister. She wanted Cindy to look after her baby boy while
she and the rest of her family went shopping for furniture for
their new home.

This played right into Cindy’s hands, she said she would be glad
to. They would bring him over in about fifteen minutes.

“Quick, change me into my normal self, I’ve got to dress before
she gets here.” “Now, you go upstairs and hide until she’s gone,
wait, let me have your bracelet.” I didn’t have time to think
about what she asked and did it immediately. 

Susan didn’t even come inside, just handed Timmy to Cindy and ran
back to the car. We both love kids. I think they're great -- if
you can stand the smell and the noise that is.

Cindy was taking care of Timmy and I was doing some work on one of
our jobs at the computer when Cindy came up to me and said, "Susan
forgot to leave any baby food when she brought Timmy."

"Don't we have any milk?" I asked.

"No, not a drop," she replied. Now, I knew that wasn't true so I
went to the refrigerator to check. There had been three cartons in
there that morning, but now all of them were gone. I had my hand
on the refrigerator door and was looking inside.

"Cindy, where did the milk go?"

I felt something go around my wrist and put my hand over it before
I realized what it was. It was too late, I had closed it and it
had snapped shut. "Cindy! Not with the baby in the house!" "It's
because of the baby I'm doing this. He's hungry." She took me up
into the bedroom where Timmy was. He didn't appear to be hungry at
all. Cindy pushed me toward the baby and then took several paces
backwards. Timmy gurgled. I realized that I was closer to him than
I was to anyone else, but I didn't think I'd have anything to
worry about. He was far too young to have anything approaching
sexual desire.

Well, I was right about that, but Timmy did have something on his
mind, lunch. I felt a large weight on my chest as I grew two very
large breasts. My shirt got tighter and tighter. I felt the
pressure building and knew my shirt wouldn't survive long. The
buttons shot off and my huge mammaries popped out. I felt the rest
of my body shift and change, and looked in the mirror to see
Cindy's sister staring back, except she didn't have breasts
anywhere near this size. I ran my hands over my body and found
that Timmy had got a few facts about his mother's body wrong. The
breasts were the size of beach balls, and were almost pulling me
over. I found I still had a cock between my legs. It was small and
undeveloped. Timmy obviously thought everyone was like that down
there. How could he know any differently?

A desire was flooding though my brain, but it was not a sexual
one. At least, not overtly. I felt a warm wetness on my hands as I
cupped my breasts in my hands and lifted their huge weight. I
pulled my hands away and looked at the white fluid on my palms. It
was milk. I picked up Timmy and held him against one of my
oversized breasts. He found the huge erect nipple and managed to
get it into his mouth. Then he started feeding. It was an
absolutely incredible sensation to feel milk being sucked from my
breast. It was also extremely erotic, but I didn't have the
equipment to really do anything about it. The sensuous feeling
just grew and grew.

Finally, Timmy was full. I maneuvered him around my mountainous
breasts to my shoulder where I successfully burped him. My breasts
were still heavy with milk. I needed to find someone else who
would continue to drink it from me, Cindy came to mind, after all
this was her fault.

She came to my rescue, only not in the way I was thinking of. She
took Timmy from me and then stood between the baby and me as she
cleaned him up, letting me return to the muscled version of my own
body. She took him to the spare bedroom and then returned.

I expected her to remove the bracelet, but instead she just
concentrated on my body. Again, it rippled and changed.

I had two firm breasts. Large, but not nearly as big as the ones
I’d had moments before. I got my pants and shorts off before my
expanding hips split them and confirmed that I had a pussy to go
with the tits. Cindy stood me in front of the mirror. My eyes
widened in surprise at what I saw. I now looked just like my
normal Cindy, except I was a little better endowed.

"Cindy, what are you up to?"

"Just a little experiment of mine, my darling sister. I want to
see how far the body will change when the bracelet is left on for
a few days."

"No!" I exclaimed. I tried to tell her to take the bracelet off,
but nothing would come out. Cindy had the female image up with the
arrows pointing to me and was working on my mind, my sex urge was
overpowering me and I was already fingering myself.

Cindy took me back to bed and brought me to orgasm after orgasm as
she ate my pussy. After a while, she got dressed and did a few
chores around the house, leaving me to masturbate on my own. I had
to stay close to her or risk being influenced by the neighbors. I
considered several times making a break for my neighbors. That way
I'd get out of Cindy's influence, but I had no way of knowing how
they'd react, or what their deepest fantasies were. I decided it
wasn't worth the risk. Cindy tried to get me to help her clean the
house, but I was far too turned on to be of much use. She had to
lock me in the bedroom when her sister and her husband returned to
pick up Timmy. At one point Susan's husband came upstairs to use
the bathroom and I was transformed into his fantasy. His desires
made me a cute young Asian woman. It was all I could do to resist
calling out to him. Thankfully they left soon afterwards and Cindy
reasserted her control over my body.

At first I tried to get her to take the bracelet off me, I
couldn't say that in so many words of course, but she knew what I
wanted. My female mind was working now but even it wasn’t happy
about this little trick of Cindy’s, I mean logic is logic and
neither mind was ready for this. Cindy kept me in a more or less
constant state of sexual arousal during our waking hours doing 69,
and sleeping in each others arms at night. It really didn’t seem
to be a lesbian experience since we were really husband and wife.
I had begun to like it, girl on girl with her, during our sessions
earlier in the week. Besides, I had to have something in my pussy
even if it was only a tongue, and I was beyond caring who was
suckling me.

On the second day Cindy told me of her plan: "We’re going to swap
places for a while." 		"What?!" I cried.

“Five days,” she said, “but since you’ve been such a good boy you
get to stay seven days so I can get my five in.”

"I found being a man very interesting," she told me, "I'd like to
know what it’s like to live like a man and make love to a woman, I
want to wake up as a man in the morning and go to sleep at night
with my cock in a cunt. I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else
but you, so I have to make you the woman.” She smiled. "Besides, I
can tell you'd like to have a cock inside you again."

I denied it vehemently, but inside I was feeling a growing desire
to have a man between my legs.

By that night I was in such a state of arousal I agreed to let her
take my bracelet off just long enough for me to take it from her
and put it back on. I knew we had to do it that way to protect us
from any outside influences and she had me so worked up I didn’t
even think of not putting it back on.

Even my female mind tried to resist turning Cindy into a man for
such an extended period but it gave in to what Cindy was doing to
my more prominent female desires.

I relented completely after we had gone up to the bedroom and
turned her into Cindy’s model 69 version of Rick. I watched my
wife undress and walk toward me, her enormous cock preceding her
like a lance pointed straight at my cunt. I lay back on the bed,
spreading my legs slightly. Despite all my previous protestations
I really did want to feel that delicious cock filling my cunt.

We kissed hungrily, her hands roaming all over my curvy body. One
of them made its way between my legs and started to massage my
clit. As the sensations grew inside me I felt Cindy's red-hot cock
pushing against my side. My legs spread as the sensations grew, my
female mind wanting to be made love to.

"Now! Fuck me now!" I virtually screamed in her ear. Her hand left
my pussy, slowly guiding her cock into my aching cunt. My back
arched as Cindy slid it slowly in to the hilt, my mind reveling in
the feeling of my cunt being filled completely. I felt Cindy gasp
with pleasure as I clenched my vaginal muscles around her cock,
heightening our pleasure as Cindy began thrusting in me, doing all
the things she knew a woman wanted, all those things we had been
practicing. It was so alien to the way I normally had sex, but it
felt better than any experience as a man. Cindy dominated me, I
belonged to her completely.

I wrapped my legs around her, pulling her deep into me with every
thrust, my woman’s mind feeling the unmistakable build-up of my
orgasm.

I shrieked my pleasure as I reached my climax, holding onto Cindy
for dear life, feeling her pulsing cock pumping her seed into me
as she reached her own climax. I held on to Cindy's muscular body
tightly as we recovered, finally pulling apart. Cindy was almost
ready to go again, feeling the delicious heat radiating out from
my pussy.

I looked over at Cindy, it was odd to see my own face on someone
else. Cindy was smiling, enjoying fucking her body with my body.
When Cindy had first turned me into a copy of herself, I had been
furious. Now, for the first time, I was beginning to enjoy the
thought of staying female for a little while. Having a female
version of my mind turned on by the bracelet was complicating
things, it thought I was a woman; my male mind was off in the
distance, fighting a losing battle. Being on the receiving end of
a royal fucking like the one I just had wasn’t helping my male
side either, it finally gave up.

"Wow!" Cindy breathed. "That was fantastic. The more I do this the
more I can appreciate how it is for a man."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, because you’re going to stay that way
for a while." I told her. "I may leave your bracelet on you for an
extra week."

"Don't you want to be male again?" she asked me in surprise.

"Well, yes. It's fun being female, but I don't intend to stay this
way. I'm just doing to you what you did to me. Then maybe you'll
ask in the future." I tried to sound angry, but I don't think I
succeeded. We spent the next few hours making love. It was
midnight before we decided to just lie there, slowly drifting off
to sleep.

I woke up the next morning with Cindy’s tongue in my cunt, trying
to get me hot enough to fuck. Why didn’t you just ask I said,
spreading my legs as I pulled her up on me, feeling her cock
filling my cunt for another day of fucking. What a way to start
the day I thought as we finished our second orgasm.

I left Cindy playing with her new cock and took a shower. I
enjoyed washing my soft curvy new body, although it took me ages
to dry my hair. I even got a little turned on again when I toweled
myself down.

I felt odd when I looked in the bathroom mirror and saw the
beautiful woman I had become. Well, it was only for a few days. I
studied the soft curves of my new body. This was the first time
I'd had a long look at it, even though I’d been wearing it for
three days. Before, I had been too busy fucking or masturbating.
It gave me a strange feeling to think I was now totally a woman.

Finding something to wear proved a little difficult. It was
obvious that none of Cindy's bras were going to be anywhere near
big enough to contain my breasts. I did need some form of support
to bring the wobbling masses of flesh under control.

I managed to get Cindy's attention long enough for her to come up
with an idea. She gave me one of her checkered shirts to wear and
then knotted it just under my breasts. It displayed a surprising
amount of cleavage, but it did control my mammaries to a certain
extent. I felt a little odd when I slipped into a pair of lacy
white panties, but they fitted much better than a pair of my boxer
shorts would have.

Cindy tried to get me to wear a short skirt, which seemed to be
little more than a wide belt, but I decided on a pair of tight
jeans instead. Finally, ready to face the world, I turned to the
mirror to see if I was okay.

My jaw dropped open when I saw my reflection. I was beautiful. My
long hair cascaded over my shoulders. My bountiful breasts seemed
on the point of bursting out of the shirt I had on. My midriff was
bare, exposing my sensuous curves, the jeans only accentuated my
wide hips and shapely legs.

I knew I could have any man I wanted if I put my mind to it. I was
slightly disturbed by that thought. I was not sure anymore that I
could blame such thoughts on the bracelet.

Cindy was still playing with her cock when I left her to go
downstairs. We had learned enough about the bracelets to be able
to set them so we could separate while we were wearing them
without worrying about accidents. I did some tidying up, but my
thoughts kept drifting back to Cindy. I was back upstairs, impaled
on her hard cock by ten.

We stopped to clean up for lunch, sex is messy and my cunt kept
filling up with cum. Cindy showed me how to use the hot water
bottle to douche instead of those one-shot bottles I had used
previously. She showed me what to use so the constant douching
wouldn’t irritate my cunt. We took a shower together, dried each
other off and dressed for lunch; it seamed to be a waste of time
to dress when we knew we were just going to take them back off,
but you never know.

I stayed downstairs to do some work and Cindy went back to bed.

The only other person I talked to that day was a door to door
salesman. All through his sales pitch, he was eyeing me up. It
felt very odd to have a body that caused such desires in other
men. I caught myself thinking that he wasn't that bad-looking for
a man. I could even see that he had an erection from the bulge in
his pants.

I think he saw me looking, because he asked if I was alone. When
he offered to come in and give me a full demonstration of his
'equipment' I dropped an unsubtle hint that my husband upstairs
might not like it. 

He wasn't in a good mood as he left, I'm sure he called me a cock
tease under his breath. My heart was racing as I closed the door.
I nearly went straight back upstairs to take the bracelet off
Cindy but I managed to stop myself. I didn't want to show Cindy I
couldn't handle being female.

I was worried that I had led the salesman on though. Was that
simply him trying his luck, or had I sent him some sort of
unconscious sign that I was available? Had wearing the bracelet so
long warped my thought processes?

I spent part of the afternoon trying to work on the manual Cindy
and I were writing. However, I got sidetracked by my new body too
often, my large breasts seemed to get in the way and then one
thing led to another.

Eventually, I headed back upstairs to Cindy. She was sleeping but
woke up as I entered. My encounter with the salesman was still
worrying me. It was strange how my male mind would creep back into
my consciousness from time to time, I hadn’t even thought about
being a man in a woman’s body since yesterday evening, I had just
been a woman. It was back now, telling me that being a woman was
fun, and sex from the other side was . . . interesting, but that
I'd be glad to get back in my own body.

It faded away again as it told me that until then, I was going to
give my gorgeous curvy body a good workout with that hard cock I
was looking at. 

“Cindy, I’ve made up my mind, I want to spend the next few days
waking up as a woman in the morning and going to sleep at night
with your cock in my cunt.”

Our first bout together was quick and furious. She held my wrists
with her hands as she pounded into me. The feeling of being
totally in the power of a strong man only added to my pleasure. I
just wrapped my legs around her and hung on for dear life.

I never seemed to get enough and Cindy was ready to go again in
only a few minutes. She held back until that beautiful cock was
hard again and then flipped me onto my hands and knees and took me
from behind. I felt her cock penetrate me deeper than it ever had
as she bottomed it in me in one motion.

Her strong hands dug into my soft breasts as I fingered my clit,
bringing on several powerful orgasms while she had two. I felt
almost satisfied after this round, lying there slowly stroking my
clit, watching Cindy playing with her cock.

As I was watching her, an idea crept into my head. One thing I had
experienced with a former girlfriend had been a tit-fuck. I'd have
loved to fuck Cindy’s tits but they hadn’t been big enough for
that then.

However, her new model 69 body that I was using had nice big ones,
large enough for Cindy to fuck. I watched her reach another
climax. Where did all that cum come from? We were going to have to
throw the bed sheets away. 

As she finally rested, I crawled up her firm body and pushed my
tits together around her cock. She gave a long low moan at the
feeling of her cock between my breasts. I rolled over on my back,
guiding her to straddle my chest and pressed my tits tight around
her slippery cock, encasing it as she stroked it back and forth
between them; holding my mouth open to suck in its head when she
made a long enough stroke. It wasn't long before her body tensed
and her cum spurted toward my face. I grabbed her cock and held it
in my mouth, sucking her cum out, swallowing it as it flowed over
my tongue, enjoying its salty tang. 

We showered and douched and went down for supper, not bothering to
dress and enjoyed a good meal. Afterwards we sat on the sofa with
me between Cindy’s legs, Cindy playing with my breasts until the
urge drove us back to bed. We fucked for awhile and then did 69
with me on top, on bottom and then settled down to several side by
side, resting between orgasms with our heads on each others
thighs.

I must have drifted off to sleep at this point because the next
thing I remember it was morning. Cindy was making soft delicate
love to me. I had responded in my sleep and I was already highly
aroused when I became fully awake. And so it went for four more
days.

When I awoke on the seventh day after Cindy had turned me into a
woman I was beginning to worry that I was enjoying it too much,
that I might become addicted to sex as a woman. I sat up in the
bed, feeling my breasts jostling at every movement, not heavy now,
a comfortable pleasant feeling. The slightly cold morning air
causing my nipples to erect. Cindy had tried to get me to wear her
nightdresses, but fortunately I was too well endowed for any of
them to fit, I liked sleeping nude with her, feeling her skin
touch me when we rolled together.

As I looked down at my pussy and felt my breasts I was surprised
to find that I was a little sad to be losing my female body, but
it would be good to get my own body back. I ran my hand longingly
over my smooth, erotic body. “Times up isn’t it,” I said, looking
at Cindy.

Cindy was watching me with a smile on her face.

"Cindy, I've been thinking and I want to do this for another week
or so. I want to get out of the house and interact with people and
situations as a woman, find out what you have to deal with.”

“When’s your period due? I want to experience that also, since I’m
a copy of you mine should be at the same time.”

“It should start tomorrow. Are you sure you want to do this? I
guess I could do it, I’m having fun fucking you.” “We’ll have to
get you some clothes though, all of my things won’t fit you.” I
hadn’t thought of that I said to myself, Oh well, I asked for it.

The shop assistant must have been totally bemused by the husband
and wife who had entered her lingerie department. The husband knew
everything about female underwear while the wife didn't even have
a clue what bra size she was.

Cindy helped me try on the clothes and lingerie in the change room
of the shop. The bra certainly helped to control my large breasts.
I did wish Cindy had chosen something a little less sexy. The
sight of those breasts enclosed in beautiful silk and lace turned
me on, even though it was my own breasts I was ogling.

"Are you ready for the dress?" Cindy asked.

I looked at her. She was grinning. "This isn't funny! Just give me
the jeans and the blouse you bought and lets get home." "Okay,"
she said, before scooping up all the purchases and the clothes I
had worn to the store and skipping past the curtain of the
cubicle.

"Cindy! What are you doing?"

Her hand poked around the curtain and threw a bag at me. I opened
the bag and pulled out the knee-long summer dress we had bought.
"I am not wearing that!" I hissed. 

"It's that or nothing. I'll meet you out by the counter." Then she
was gone.

Cindy does have a very lively character. It's the main thing that
attracted me to her in the first place, but she can go too far
sometimes. I really had no choice, it was this or my underwear. I
worked out which part of the dress was the front and pulled it on.
The hem tickled my legs. I smoothed down the dress with my hands
checking in the mirror to be sure I had the dress on perfectly. It
was a very attractive dress and it suited my current body but I
felt very self-conscious in it. I had to build up some courage
before I headed back to the counter and Cindy.

I felt very undressed as I walked through the shop to where she
said she would be waiting. I felt far more vulnerable and exposed
in a dress than I had ever felt in jeans. Cindy was nowhere to be
seen so I stood nervously at the counter, waiting for her to
reappear.

She turned up a few minutes later, walking downstairs from the
upper floor of the shop.

"Where have you been?" I asked.

"Just getting some makeup. You look good in that. It really suits
you."

I felt annoyed at the grin on her face. "This isn't funny, I feel
ridiculous."

"I'm sorry. Let's get a bite to eat and then we'll head back
home."

We went out into the mall and headed over to a small cafe. Out of
the corner of my eye, I noticed several men admiring the curves of
my body. I managed to avoid looking at them. I was finding the
attention I was getting from men to be fairly embarrassing. 

I tried to ignore the glances I was continuing to get as we ate
lunch. I was half convinced that everybody who looked at me saw a
man in a dress. Cindy wanted to do some more shopping, but I
managed to talk her out of it.

When we got home, Cindy convinced me to stay in the dress for the
rest of the day. I didn't feel so nervous in the privacy of my own
home so I agreed.

“We need to go back to our normal daily routine,” I said, “I want
to try and live your life for the next week or so.”

“You mean we can’t fuck all day?” asked Cindy.

“Well, wasn’t that our normal routine,” I answered, watching Cindy
blush.

“That’s why all those jobs are late,” replied Cindy, “We’ve got to
get our act straightened out.”

“It is straightened out, you just don’t have your priorities in
order,” I said, removing my clothes and dropping them on the floor
as I headed for the bedroom. Cindy followed behind, dropping his
clothes as he went. I managed to lie on my back and spread my legs
in time to accept Cindy as he buried his face in my pussy and
brought me to the quickest climax I’d had so far.

“I said I wanted to learn to experience the things a woman goes
through during her normal life,” smiled Rick as she kissed Cindy.

“These are those things, why do you suppose door to door salesmen
work for such low wages,” responded Cindy, a big grin on his face.

“Ok smarty, just for that you’ve got to fuck me,” I said as I
guided Cindy’s cock into my cunt.

That set the tone for the rest of the day and nothing constructive
got done except supper and a night’s sleep.

The following morning I dressed in jeans and a blouse and fixed
breakfast. After clearing away the dishes I tried to get some work
done on the manual while Cindy worked on the illustrations. This
was a little awkward as Cindy was the artist and I was the
technical part of the team. The illustration part of the manuals
normally left plenty of time for house work and shopping. It
worked out pretty well though, I was well ahead on my writing so I
could take time for those “womanly tasks.”

We needed some groceries and I was determined to get them. Cindy
helped me make out a shopping list and I went to a store well away
from where our friends shopped, hoping I wouldn’t run into any of
Cindy’s friends. It went well and Cindy helped me unload the car
when I got home. Next came some laundry, we had run out of bed
sheets, and meal planing for the rest of the week. I spent the
rest of the afternoon looking through woman’s clothing catalogues
for some clothing I needed. Cindy helped me and suggested a
starting place for sizes, the sales clerk would help he said, just
tell her you have gained some weight.

I did a little more work after supper until Cindy started feeling
me up, finally leading me up to the bedroom for another romp in
the hay. I was beginning to like going to sleep with a cock in my
cunt. We talked about that first day as we lay in each other’s
arms.

“I think the secret’s in immersing myself in the role of being a
woman. It’s just like getting used to the currency when we travel
to another country, you have to forget about dollars and cents and
deal in pounds and shillings. I’ve tried to forget about being a
man in a woman’s body and concentrate on just being a woman,
period.” “The bracelet’s helping, keeping my male mind in the
background. The woman’s version of my mind wants to be a woman, is
a woman, and I’m letting that part lead me, the emotions too. I
find myself wanting to cry over something, I’ve stopped fighting
it and just let the tears flow.”

“I’ve started doing the same thing,” said Cindy, “It seems I’m
letting logic guide me. I guess I really never knew men forced
themselves this way, even though their emotions want to do
something else. Sometimes the decision results in things that
aren’t very enjoyable but the male mind says that’s the way it has
to be. I’ve also found out than this cock of mine can lead me
around like I was a puppy if I don’t watch it. Is sex all you ever
think about?”

“Psychologists say that a man probably thinks about sex about once
every fifteen minutes in one way or another,” I said, “How about
you.”

“Seldom unless I see something sexy or you put your hands on me
just right. I dream sexy dreams sometimes and I get a desire for
you to fuck me every day or so, once that desire starts it
persists until I get you in bed with me.”

“See, you’ve got me hot again,” I said, reaching for Cindy’s cock,
“how about a nice gentle 69 before we go to sleep.”

Cindy washed the car the next day, mowed the grass and set out the
trash for pickup. We went out for dinner and dancing that evening
and had a very enjoyable time. It was fun having Cindy drive me
everywhere and open the door for me.

I noticed some red spots on my panties when I undressed and showed
them to Cindy. “That’s the end of the fucking for the next three
days,” said Cindy, “You’re starting your period. You can probably
get by with tampons, there’s some on the second shelf in the
bathroom closet, they have their own applicators. Bring them here
and I’ll show you how to insert them,” said Cindy, “See, slide the
big part in your cunt. Ok, now hold the outer tube by its little
ridges and push in on the smaller shaft, that shoves the tampon
inside you. Now pull both tubes out, see the little string, pull
out on it until you feel some resistance. Ok, its in place, let
the string hang out. I usually change it about every eight hours.”

“What do I do for sex for three days?” I asked.

“I usually masturbate,” said Cindy, “Sometimes I’m at my horniest
when I have my period, you want me to rub your clit for you? You
can suck my cock all you want to.”

We got into the side by side 69 position and I took Cindy”s cock
in my mouth while he started to rub my clit. I was concentrating
on sucking Cindy’s cock when I felt him sucking on my clit. It
surprised me for a minute but kept on until we had both cum.

“Didn’t that bother you, me menstruating?” I asked.

“Not really, your clit’s a long way from your cunt and there
really isn’t any smell, just your normal scent, the tampon absorbs
all the flow, you can try it when we change back, I’d like that.”

I’d had a slight headache that afternoon but two aspirin had
relieved it, that must have been part of my period. I didn’t feel
bad the next two days, a little edgy maybe but nothing I couldn’t
handle. The tampons worked and I really didn’t notice them being
in me after the first day.

We went shopping at a mall on the other side of town late the next
afternoon, still trying to avoid our friends. After supper at a
cafeteria we went to a couples bar for a drink and struck up a
conversation with a couple at the next table. It was a challenge
for both of us to play our roles without slipping up. This was
becoming more of a challenge than I had anticipated. The strain of
avoiding our friends and trying to keep from giving ourselves away
to everyone we came in contact with was ruining the experiment.

I discussed it with Cindy as we lay in bed that night and
suggested we change back Monday morning, that would see me through
my period, complete two weeks in our swapped bodies and give us
the weekend for one last sexual fling. Cindy agreed and turned
around to put his cock in my mouth while he put me on cloud nine
with my clit in his mouth.

We got some work done on our projects and then had the best sexual
romp of our lives over the weekend. I’m not even sure we got out
of bed except to eat and go to the bathroom. I guess we did spent
a lot of time in the shower, washing the cum off our faces and
bodies and flushing out my cunt. Cindy really got wet when I
squatted over his face while he ate me.

When I woke up Monday morning, I found myself wondering if I
really wanted to change back, It had been pleasant, comfortable to
be a woman and sexually fulfilling to say the least. Cindy was
sitting cross legged on the bed, facing me, smiling.

“Well, time to turn back into the old me,” I said, holding out my
arm, “Here, take my bracelet off.” It took several seconds for
what I had said to sink in. I had been able to ask Cindy to take
the bracelet off. I looked at the wrist where the bracelet had
been for the last two weeks, it was gone.

I reached between my legs, but I already knew what I would find, I
still had a pussy. I was still female. I looked over at Cindy in
shock as she held up my bracelet for me to see. Then she held hers
out for me to remove. I removed hers and she remained male.

“I expected us to stay the same for a short time, a day maybe,”
Cindy said, “it’ll wear off or else we’ll just have to reverse our
roles for a day or two, like we did before back in England; that’s
when I got the idea.”

I felt myself all over but there was no change. Cindy put her
bracelet back on and immediately became female due to the strong
signals my mind was sending. I removed her bracelet and she became
male again. I put my bracelet back on but nothing happened, we
couldn’t make me male. Cindy removed it and we tried her bracelet
on me with no better results. The silvery joining metal wouldn't
appear. The bracelet just fell from my wrist. What was going on?
Was I stuck like this?

Cindy's eyes had widened in shock when she saw what was happening.
Or rather, what wasn't happening. My heart was racing. Was I going
to be a well-stacked woman for the rest of my life? Why did it
work for her and not me? Was there some time limit on it? I had
worn it longer than she. By now I was starting to panic. Cindy
managed to calm me down and then suggested a course of action.
"I'll stay in this form until we can work out what’s going on.
That way, there’ll be one Cindy and one Rick." She was right, of
course. There would be untold trouble if either Cindy or I
appeared to vanish. The next few days were very tense. We made
love several times. I found it hard to enjoy it much because it
only reminded me of what I'd lost, perhaps forever.

We worked out how long each of us had been using the bracelet and
Cindy continued to use it for a few hours every night so she could
stay male. It continued to work for her, even though she had used
it longer than I had.

Cindy said that she might have an idea, but she refused to tell me
what it was without doing some research, ever the practical one.
She told me she had to get something but would be right back. She
was back in a few minutes and tossed a small package to me. I
caught it by reflex and opened it.

It was a pregnancy detector kit.

"Y-you're not serious?" "I can't see that it could be anything
else." Cindy replied."I've worn my bracelet for over a day longer
than you have and it still works for me. I’ve been on the pill and
gotten so used to sex without a condom I didn’t even think about
it. I’ve kept your cunt full of sperm for two weeks during your
most fertile period and I don’t see how you could not be
pregnant." When she saw the utter shock on my face she came over
and held me. "It'll be all right. If you are . . . pregnant, at
least we'll know why you can't change back. It'll mean you won't
be stuck as a woman forever."

Only for nine months, a corner of my mind remarked.

Cindy led me upstairs and we did the test. I watched her stare
intently at the indicator. "Well? Am I or aren't I?" I asked her.
Cindy looked at me. "Congratulations, you're going to be a
mother."

Thanks to her fast reflexes, she managed to catch me before I hit
the floor. I was dimly aware of Cindy leading me into the bedroom
and gently putting me on the bed, but all I could think about was
the fact I was pregnant. I broke the silence after a few minutes,
"What are we going to do? It’s not your fault, I should have
thought about it when I suggested staying another week. Just like
you I didn’t think about it either, we haven’t used a condom in
years. Besides, I’m the one who knocks someone up, not the other
way around."

"It's okay,” she said, “I can arrange an abortion." She held my
hand."Everything's going to be fine." She was trying to calm me
down, but I could tell she was almost as dazed about this as I
was.

I nodded but said nothing. Cindy's suggestion was the best way out
of this predicament. What else could we do? The only alternative
was for me to stay female for the next nine months and give birth
to the baby. Our baby I thought.

I ran my hands over my soft curving belly. It was impossible to
feel the new life growing in there but already I could feel some
attachment to it. An idea crept into my head. I was absolutely
astonished by it at first, but second by second I was warming to
it.

"Cindy, you know how much we've wanted a child."

She looked at me, "Yeah." 

"Perhaps, I could . . . keep our baby." I said quietly. Cindy's
jaw dropped open.

"Rick, do you have any idea what means?"

"Not entirely I admit, but we've been trying for a baby for
months."

She wrapped her powerful arms around me and hugged me. "Well, we
don't have to make a decision just yet."

I could tell she was as excited about having kids as I was but she
was worried about what effect it would have on me. I was becoming
more and more convinced this was a good idea. I was a little
apprehensive at the prospect of giving birth but I thought it
would surely be worth it for a child.

Over the next few weeks she kept questioning me about whether I
was doing the right thing or not. I grew more adamant that I was
keeping the baby and she soon stopped asking me.

We managed to settle into a routine. Each morning for the first
few weeks she'd choose my clothes and do my makeup. It was several
months before I felt confident enough to do my own makeup.

When we went out it was always together. In my pregnant female
body I felt far more vulnerable than I ever had as a man. I was
always acutely aware of the attention I was getting and it
flattered me and embarrassed me at the same time. We had spent
many an evening coaching each other on mannerisms. I think we both
overcompensated, I minced all over the place while Cindy
swaggered. We must have looked totally ludicrous.

We had coached each other about our friends and felt we could
handle normal interaction. We had only recently moved into the
area and both were equally familiar with them. Our only living
relative, outside of distant cousins we never saw, was Cindy’s
sister and I had known her as long as I had Cindy. We fell into a
comfortable lifestyle, interacting with our friends and the social
circle we moved in.

Our sex life continued to improve, sometimes raising the question
of how we could stand it if it got any better. It had gotten less
aggressive, more sensuous as we perfected ways to stimulate more
areas of our bodies, our orgasms more intense.

We had sex at least twice a night, almost until the birth,
gradually changing to mostly oral as the months passed and my body
began to swell. But I was all woman now and came to love sucking
Cindy's cock.

In the last month or two, Cindy used the bracelet to become female
for a couple of hours each night. We were like twin sisters, the
only difference between us was that I was heavily pregnant. Our
lovemaking would be slow and very sensuous. Sometimes we'd spend
those hours just moving softly against each other.

The prenatal classes were very weird for me at first but I soon
became friendly with some of the other mothers-to-be. It’s only
after going through a whole pregnancy that I realized how amazing
it really is. All of the hormone changes in my body left me a
little cranky during the final months but Cindy was patient with
me. There are aspects of a pregnancy I could do without. Having to
sleep with a bowling ball strapped to your stomach for instance.
Or the fact I had to pee every half-hour.

I had learned a lot from my classes so I recognized the
contractions when they started. Cindy flew into a blind panic when
I told her the baby was on its way. We had decided against finding
out what gender it was. To be honest, I think it would have been
safer for me to drive to the hospital than it was for Cindy to but
we managed to arrive without hitting anything major.

I managed to keep fairly calm and concentrated on my breathing
exercises while Cindy fretted. I know how helpless she felt. It's
one of the most worrying times for an expectant father. His wife
is in pain and he can't do anything. All he can do is panic about
his wife and his child.

It does hurt. Don't let anyone tell you differently, but my doctor
tempered the pain with mild medication making it bearable while I
watched the birth, feeling the pain suddenly lessen as he slipped
from within my body. During the birth Cindy was holding my hand
and whispering encouragements. I was holding her hand so tight I
think I almost ripped it off. Then there was the anxious second
before our baby started crying and I knew it was okay. I lay
exhausted for a few moments before our child was handed to me.

There was my son, Michael. All three of us were utterly exhausted,
but I've never been happier and the joy of childbirth had erased
the pain, it was truly a magical moment.

When we returned home a couple of days later there was a slight
tension between Cindy and me. It took me a week to realize what it
was. I could now be transformed by the bracelet. It was time for
us to regain our original bodies.

About two weeks after we brought Michael home, I found Cindy in
the living room with her bracelet.

"I suppose we should change back," she said.

I was surprised at the lack of enthusiasm in her voice. I nodded
but said nothing. I wasn't filled with a great desire to change
back either, but it wasn't right for each of us to be in the wrong
body. I took the bracelet from her and sat beside her, feeling the
now familiar sensation of my full breasts jostling. I tried to
build up enthusiasm by thinking about being male, but my thoughts
kept drifting to the wonderful sex I’d had as a woman, and the
pleasure of being a woman with a new baby and a loving husband; I
didn't want to be my old male self again, I wanted to be female.
Yes, I had found the whole pregnancy moving and very emotional but
I was still surprised at the strong desire within me to stay
female. Why didn’t I want return to my natural body?

"You don't want to do it either do you?" Cindy said.

I jumped slightly and looked up. I had been so involved with my
thoughts I had almost forgotten she was setting next to me. "My
emotions are saying that," I replied, "but we have to swap back."
"Why?" she said simply. I thought about that for a moment. "Four
things I guess. First, Michael will grow up with a Mom and a Dad
either way, and he never needs to know. Second, we’ve both tasted
the other gender and now we know how each other feels about sex. I
know how to make your cunt feel better when my cock enters it, how
to fuck it, how you want your clit to be licked and sucked; think
of what I can do for you now. You know how to respond to me when I
fuck you and how to suck my cock. We both understand male and
female emotions, probably better than any other couple, the little
things that are important to each of us but used to seem
insignificant to the other. If we change back we can take
advantage of what we’ve learned to make our marriage and our lives
happier. Was either of us dissatisfied with our gender before we
tried the bracelet? I don’t think so, we’ve simply become enamored
with the, what were to us new, strange and erotic feelings and
orgasms of the other gender. We need to change back and take
advantage of what we’ve learned, Third, suppose something happens
to the bracelet. And fourth, probably the most important reason,
you need to experience the joy of bearing our next child." She
held my hand.

"...and the bracelets will always be there when we want to have a
little fun." I added. That was that. We gave each other a bracelet
and closed them around our wrists, watching ourselves change seats
without moving. “Michael’s asleep, lets go to the bedroom, I need
to get used to being fucked again; and I want you to do it right
this time,” purred Cindy, “Oh, and when it’s time to feed Michael
I need to put my bracelet on myself, I’ve got to fill his milk
bottles.” It was about six weeks before all traces of the other
sex was removed, except Cindy’s breasts stayed almost the way I
had made them. We keep the bracelets locked in our wall safe,
taking them out whenever the kids will let us, usually late at
night, remembering when we almost didn’t change back. It was also
fun to change the dominance settings from time to time. I never
did get to like man on man and we quit doing it, I guess Cindy
really didn’t like it either, but we both like girl on girl from
time to time. We were both initially surprised to find we liked to
be fucked better than we liked to fuck but came to realize it was
simply a more pleasant and intimate feeling to have a cock thrust
into your body and the female orgasm is much more intense and
longer lasting.

I'm much more comfortable as Cindy's husband. I'm not sure if
we'll ever tell Michael or his younger sister Helen, who Cindy
gave birth to two years later, about the bracelet. Maybe when they
get married and need to find out about what the other gender
needs.

Michael is four now and Helen is two. I think I've settled into
the role of a father quite well. All our friends say we've never
been happier. I think they're right. THE END



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