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Chapter 7

Warning - not for reading by minors.  Story deals with 
transgender and sexual themes.  All rights reserved.  This 
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Death Row - Part 2

By Waldo

Chapter 7 - Bimbo or Mob boss

John's consciousness slowly returned as he pulled himself out of 
the groggy fog-like stupor that he felt as he transferred to her body. 
It was the second night in her body, and all day long, he had 
thought about the games that he wanted to play.

He kept his eyes shut as long as possible, ignoring the impulse to 
leap to his feet. He enjoyed the simple sensations that were denied 
him in his prison. He let his sensitive fingertips feel the threads of 
the satin sheets; let his sensitive nose pluck the still remaining 
feminine scents of her perfume from the air; and let the fresh air - 
not air conditioned air - blow across his freshly licked lips.

Reaching out with his arm, he found the bed light and turned it 
on. Spreading his legs, he searched for the dildo, finding instead a 
matted thatch of pubic hair. She'd played with herself and put her 
toys away before falling asleep. Although he was curious and 
wanted to explore his new body, he'd spent most of the day telling 
himself that "it was just a body" and that he shouldn't get too 
involved in women's activities too soon. That he should enjoy the 
health, the vitality and most of all the freedom; then fool with those 
women activities.

Standing up and catching his swinging boobs to stop them from 
jiggling, he strode across the floor and stared at his image in the 
full length mirror, trying to concentrate upon keeping his eyes 
focused on his reflected eyes, not his new body. Standing about a 
foot away from the mirror and staring into the mirror, he 
whispered "I may be in a woman's body now, but I'm still me. 
Inside this cunt body, I'm still John Augustus. I'm still the baddest 
motherfucker in the world. I'm to be feared and respected, not 
treated like a normal stupid cunt. I'll kick anyone's ass that 
doesn't give me the respect that I deserve. I'll use my body and 
skills to build a new gang - a better gang. I'll teach them to respect 
me and they'll have to let me run the show. My brother thinks that 
I'm out of the picture just because I got sent to jail and being in a 
cunt's body now. Well, I've got a thing or two to show him and I'm 
not talking about these tits that I'm stuck with."

Turning away from the mirror, he glanced at the clock to keep 
track of how much time he had - roughly one hour and fifty 
minutes. He planned to quickly dress in some of her clothes, then 
spend most of that time outside, smelling the grass, feeling the 
freshness of the dew and just enjoying the freedom of walking 
where ever he desired.

He opened a dresser drawer, seeing nothing but women's 
underwear. It was packed full of colorful bras, panties, thigh high 
stockings and flimsy nighties. He opened the next drawer, seeing 
that it was full of bright women's Tops. He examined another 
drawer, discovering bathing suits.

Turning to the closet, he discovered a very full closet of dresses, 
blouses, skirts, and evening dresses. Neatly stacked on the floor 
were a number of shoes, with the majority being shoes of varying 
fashion colors with two to three inch heels. Shuddering at the 
thought of someday having to walk in high heels, he slammed the 
closet door shut.

In the bathroom, he found a laundry hamper with a pair of jeans 
and a pullover sweater top. The sweater went on easy. There was 
no underwear in the hamper but there was some panties hanging 
up on a coat hanger that she'd washed earlier. Apparently she 
didn't wear normal panties and preferred the thong type panties. 
Pulling the blue thong panties up around his waist, he tried to 
ignore the weird sensation of the snug form-fitting garment riding 
up the crack of his ass. Having worn nothing but boxer shorts for 
the last three years hadn't prepared him for this.

He tried to slip the jeans on but they were so tight that he couldn't 
pull them up. He examined the tight pair of designer jeans 
discovering that the calves had zippers. He unzipped the zipper on 
the lower legs, then pulled until he got the jeans up around his 
mid thighs. Grunting out loud at the tightness, he stopped and 
reexamined the laundry hamper looking for something else to 
wear.

Not finding anything but a dress, he walked gingerly back into the 
bedroom looking for something else. Opening the closet again, he 
stared at the many dresses on hangers and shut the door. 
Muttering to himself under his breath, he said, "If she can get 
these damn things on and wear them, so can I!"

Dropping on his back on the bed, he arched his back as he pulled 
the jeans again, discovering that this position worked. He pulled 
them all the way up, forcing his butt into the tight jeans. At last he 
was able to get them on and zipped the zipper.

Staring at his new reflection again in the mirror, the tight sweater 
reminded him of those poster girls of the forties. The sweater 
tightly hugged the reflected woman's body like a second skin, 
displaying the two bra-less mounds perfectly.

He slipped into a pair of tennis shoes and walked outside. It was 
still dark because it was only 1 p.m. but he wasn't afraid of the 
dark - there was enough moonlight where he could see the outline 
of different objects. He was all alone except for the cows. He picked 
a flower from a flowerbed and walked around the big yard. He held 
the flower, enjoying the fresh air and the scents of the night that 
he'd forgotten about during his years of captivity. As he walked 
around the yard, he saw the bright light of Candy's bedroom. 
Standing underneath a tree, he stared at the house for a moment; 
jumping when a small branch fell out of the tree.

Glancing up into the dark tree, he couldn't see anything. Smelling 
his flower, he continued his slow walk around the house, enjoying 
the freedom before he had to undress and put her body back in 
bed.

******

Calvin was lying naked on the rumpled sheets. Gloria was sleeping 
on his arm; her body curled up next to Calvin with one leg thrown 
over his body. In her sleep, her hand had found his flaccid penis 
and her hand lightly cupped his manhood that was still coated 
with her dried body fluids.

She'd surprised him earlier in the evening by hinting that they 
weren't getting any younger and that they should consider making 
their live-in arrangement more permanent. While she didn't say 
marriage, she clearly suggested it by her tone and words. Calvin 
had managed to change the subject but knew that she would 
resurrect it at a more appropriate time. Gloria was definitely 
interested in Calvin, even though she knew that Calvin's invented 
history portrayed him as a wanderer.

Now that Gloria was asleep and giving Andrea time to think about 
Calvin's new dilemma, the real Andrea was silently kicking Calvin's 
butt for allowing the situation to get out of control. The several 
weeks of imprisonment by Big Al and then the Chinese family and 
the body exchange had shaken the real Andrea up more than she 
wanted to admit to herself. Then this soft and gentle woman had 
offered more than just sex to Calvin. Gloria offered friendship and 
companionship in addition to the sanguinity of her home; 
something that Andrea had never experienced before. During the 
day, Gloria was very prim and proper, but as soon as Calvin and 
Gloria were within the privacy of her apartment, Gloria became a 
totally uninhibited slut with her clothes off, constantly thinking of 
new ways to please the man that Gloria only knew as Calvin.

At first Andrea looked at Calvin's involvement with Gloria as being 
nothing more than a means to blend in with the community as 
Andrea waited for her real body to return. Between the beauty 
shop gossip that Gloria shared with Calvin and the church thrift 
shop connections to the friendly townspeople, Calvin was firmly 
entrenched in the small town. Thanks to his sources of 
information, Calvin was aware of the farmhouse occupant's daily 
schedule and was also aware of all of the new people in town. Two 
oriental men were staying in one of the small motels while there 
were five different men from New York staying at another motel. 
Two of the New York men drove out into the country every day 
while the other three New York men stayed in their rooms and 
drank.

Earlier in the week, Calvin had been volunteered by Gloria to 
participate in a church project to lay some cinderblock walls and to 
fill in low spots in the church grounds. Calvin had stripped down 
so that he was working bare chested as he unloaded the heavy 
blocks with the other men. The sun baking his upper body as his 
muscles worked up a sweat, had felt good as Calvin carried his 
share of the masculine project.

So Andrea had some tough decisions to make about Calvin's future 
life. Her main goal was still to find her body and somehow swap 
back into it; but at the same time, Andrea was becoming used to 
being Calvin and was enjoying Calvin's life - and being with Gloria.

******

Each night, John delayed opening his eyes for a few more seconds 
as he searched for a new, simple pleasure to enjoy. Every night so 
far but that one night, he had awakened in her body to find the 
dildo still buried deep within Candy's body. That was a strange and 
unusual sensation; and it was something that he was beginning to 
enjoy - the feel of it being inside him and the wonderful sensation 
as he removed it. No wonder that she masturbated herself so much 
and once it was his permanent body, he would definitely explore 
the use of that very private toy.

This was his fifth night so he would have five full hours to enjoy 
her body. Unlike Williams, he treated his new body very gently, 
preferring to wait until a more appropriate time to fully explore it. 
And unlike Williams, he left no telltale evidence to indicate that 
something was wrong. He knew that there would come a time 
when she began to wonder why she was sleeping so soundly and 
longer every day; but the longer that he could hide his presence, 
the less worried that she would be.

Curling up on his jail cot, John laid on his bed, too excited to 
sleep, but knowing that when it was time for the transfer that he'd 
drift into sleep and then wake up in her body.

******

As John pulled himself from his exchange-induced sleep fog 
tonight, before he could begin his little game of feeling the sheets 
and sniffing the air, he immediately noticed that there was a strong 
odor of sex in the air. A stronger odor of sex than her normal 
masturbation odor.

Still half asleep, he recognized the familiar feel of the dildo inside 
her body but it felt different - it was warmer and softer. And there 
was a warmth under the sheets coming from another body lying 
next to him.

John immediately recognized that someone else was in bed with 
him. From the sunken mass of the mattress and body heat, he 
assumed that it was a large man. Her husband?

'Noooooo' he silently screamed to himself, feeling an unknown 
terror deep in the pit of his host stomach. He wasn't ready to 
pretend to be Candy yet or to be around other people and had been 
looking forward to the quite time where he enjoyed the simple 
pleasures of being free and healthy again. He listened to the deep 
breathing recognizing that the bed companion was in a light sleep.

The bed companion was pressed firmly against her back, one of the 
man's heavy legs encircling her slender body, and the man's arm 
was gently draped across her hip, his hand touching her lower 
belly. The man's body cradled Candy's body like a spoon. And it 
was the man's long, thick penis still inside her body that was 
causing that full sensation, not the normal dildo.

Taking a deep breath, John recognized that Candy's body was 
damp with sweat. Because the cockhead was still within her body, 
John assumed that they had just completed sex. John gently lifted 
the man's hand away from Candy's body, but the man responded 
by snuggling closer as the man rubbed his body against her body; 
while the man's breathing changed slightly.

John could feel the man adjusting his position so that he remained 
tightly pressed against Candy's rear. From the sound of the man's 
breathing, the man was asleep but he was reacting as if they were 
still having sex. John tried to roll out from under the man's arm 
but the man's muscles tensed.

Feeling squeamish about being this intimate with a man, John 
tried once again to slip out from the man's grasp, feeling a little 
success as the man's cock plopped out of Candy's vagina.

That woke the man up. Mumbling something, he rolled over on his 
back and pulled a slightly resisting Candy's body with him so that 
John found himself resting Candy's head on the man's sweat-
dampened chest.

"That was great, honey. But you died on me after you had that one 
orgasm. I never saw you fall asleep that fast before. So fast that I 
didn't get all of the nooky that you promised me. I'm ready to 
collect." whispered the man into her ear as if there were other 
people in the room.

"I've got a bad headache. Wait until the morning." John responded, 
hearing his words but Candy's voice.

"Playing hard to get, are you? I like that and know how to make 
you forget that headache. Do you want me to rape you?"

Sitting up rapidly, John firmly stated "No. I don't want to have sex 
right now. Just let me rest and we'll discuss this in the morning."

One quick push by the man and Candy's body was pinned to the 
bed by the man's heavier body as he laid on top of her body, his 
face a few inches from Candy's face. His arms wrapped around her 
and he started exploring her face with his tongue as he whispered 
"Playing hard to get, are you? Ok, you asked for it."

John squirmed but his new woman's body's feeble strength was no 
match for the larger man's stronger natural strength and heavier 
weight. The man grabbed both of Candy's hands and held both of 
Candy's wrists in one hand as the man's other brawny hands 
roamed down her waist, and started groping her ass. The man 
started kissing her neck, giving a few playful bites then the man 
forced his tongue into Candy's mouth. John grabbed the man's 
tongue with Candy's teeth and bit down, causing the man to yelp 
with pain. Still holding the man's tongue imprisoned between 
Candy's teeth, John commanded "Omf me" which the man 
understood to mean "off me".

The man rolled off and John let go of the tongue, which was John's 
first major mistake. As soon as the man's' tongue was free, the 
man rolled back on top of Candy's body, pinning her body to the 
bed with the man's heavier body. Rubbing his beard stubble 
against Candy's tender face, the man groaned "So you want to play 
rough. Well, I know how to handle bitches like you. I'm going to 
fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I flew all the way 
here to get some of your wonderful pussy and I'm going to take it."

Candy's lips gasped as Mickey cupped her breasts hard. She jerked 
and gasped as she took a deep breath as she tried to push him 
away. When his hands released their painful grip on Candy's 
breasts, the hands quickly dropped to the mound just above the 
lips of her sex. Mickey's fingers pressed against her clit mound, as 
John struggled to stop Mickey's unwanted attention to Candy's 
body.

Recognizing that Candy's actions were turning on the husband 
instead of repelling him, John relaxed and suggested "Please don't. 
I don't feel good right now - you know - it's one of those women 
problems. Yeah, that's it. I've got a headache and a yeast infection 
and my period's starting. We'll get blood all over you and the bed."

"As sure as my name is Mickey, these sheets are made for washing 
and we've washed blood out of these same sheets many times 
before." The man groaned as his beard stubble scraped against 
Candy's tender neck and his lips sucked on her neck. Mickey 
shifted position slightly so that his large heavy hanging-down cock 
was rubbing against Candy's thighs.

"No, don't. Please. I don't want to have sex right now. Wait until 
morning and I'm sure that I'll feel more like it."

"I know how to make you want it now." Mickey replied in a husky 
voice as one of his index fingers rubbed gently down Candy's body. 
"I know how to make you want me to fuck you. And I'm going to 
fuck you now!"

Mickey placed his large lips against Candy's smaller lips and gave 
her lips a passionate long kiss, holding Candy's head still as the 
woman's body struggled against Mickey's probing slippery tongue 
that remembered the painful lesson a few minutes earlier. One of 
Mickey's huge hands roamed up and down Candy's waist as 
Mickey's heavy trunk-like legs pushed her legs together. John 
recognized that Candy's body was a trapped, wriggling worm of soft 
flesh under this horny bull moose that was pinning her.

"You don't want to piss me off!" Candy screamed as she rolled her 
shoulders trying to escape his pinning weight. In the slight 
moonlight, John could see a mock "I'm so scared!" expression on 
Mickey's face. Rolling over on the bed, Mickey pulled Candy's body 
on top of him as Mickey wrapped his hairy legs around her lower 
body and slapped his hand hard across her quivering ass. Mickey 
grabbed her ass hard with both hands and began massaging her 
buttocks like he was playing with two big balloons. Her butt jerked 
up, then side to side as John tried to escape. Mickey's large hands 
roamed over Candy's bare cheeks, down her bare thighs, between 
her legs and back around to her ass. Mickey's fingers teased her by 
playing with Candy's delicate rear.

As Mickey groped her, Mickey's hardened erection rubbed against 
Candy's pubic mound. Candy's eyes bulged in shear panic as John 
felt the baseball bat-like erection rub against Candy's vagina lips. 
John tried to kick free but the stronger Mickey held Candy's legs 
firmly in place. All John could do was shift Candy's hips about and 
wriggle around desperately. Holding her body still by cupping her 
ass with both of his large hands, Mickey rubbed his humongous 
feeling erection against her vagina lips as Mickey moved his 
baseball bat-like erection into position.

"Please don't!" Candy's lips screamed as the rounded head of a 
penis touched the too sensitive vagina lips. Candy's hips went wild 
as she fought to escape the probing cock. Matching her body 
twists, Mickey found his target and pushed his large cock inside.

"Shit!!!" Candy's lips screamed.

"No, I got it in the correct hole." Mickey groaned back as he held 
the struggling woman tighter, enjoying the feel of her struggling 
body further stimulating his large cock as it slid into the wet 
cavity.

The thought of someone doing this to him upset John although he 
knew that he had limited options and should just relax and enjoy 
it. But the thought of someone penetrating him against his will 
upset him. Although John had been buggered by the convict just a 
few weeks ago, he'd been drugged then and hadn't felt the anger 
that he was feeling now. The thought of anyone taking this much 
liberty with his new body upset him and he was determined to 
resist the rape. As the cock penetrated Candy's body, John 
squirmed like a woman in a flurry of panic.

John could feel the large cock going deeper inside Candy's body 
and although it felt good, John was so angry that that he ignored 
the pleasurable feelings as John tried to escape the inevitable. 
John tried to push Mickey off with a deep thrust of Candy's hips, 
which only excited Mickey more.

Smiling at his wife's reactions, Mickey arched his back as he 
rammed his cock all the way into her and held it. For just a 
moment, they both paused. Mickey because he was watching his 
wife's face in the dim moonlight. John because he had never felt 
anything like the truckload of sensory feelings that overwhelmed 
the female body. For just a moment, John forgot about his anger, 
about this rape by Mickey and about how John wasn't really a 
woman as a shudder of sheer ecstasy shook Candy's female body. 
As the wave of pleasure warmed John's brain with never before 
experienced sensations, John found Candy's female body melting 
and relaxing as it allowed the huge cock to remain buried deep 
within Candy's body.

Collapsing on Mickey's body, John felt so weak and helpless that 
Candy couldn't move. Recognizing the signal from his wife's body, 
Mickey grunted out loud as he declared "Time for some foreplay, 
bitch."

Rolling over, Mickey deposited Candy's body on her back, then 
rolled back, pulling his cock from Candy's body. As the cock 
started sliding out, John wrapped Candy's hands around Mickey's 
back and dug in with Candy's fingernails as John tried to keep the 
huge cock inside Candy's body; recognizing that John's attitude 
had turned around one hundred and eighty degrees.

Pushing themselves apart but remaining so that Mickey was in the 
standard missionary position over Candy's body, Mickey 
immediately cupped both of Candy's breasts as he softly blew 
warm air into her ear. John felt Candy's head turn so that the ear 
was offered to Mickey's tongue. While John didn't think that 
Candy's body could move, John was enjoying and reacting to the 
various sensations that he'd never experienced before. John 
recognized that Candy's nipples were very erect. John slipped 
Candy's slender arms around Mickey's back and hugged Mickey as 
Mickey teased Candy's ear with his tongue.

Mickey's head dropped down and Mickey began sucking Candy's 
nipples, making little slurping sounds as Mickey lapped the 
sensorial nipples with his sandpaper feeling tongue. Mickey's large 
palms cupped the breasts as he began rolling the hard nipples 
with his fingertips. John felt a gasp of pleasure escape Candy's lips 
as John arched her body.

"Did your long nipples miss me?" Mickey whispered as Mickey's 
tongue and finger teased one of Candy's nipples.

John stared at Mickey's face brushing against the boobs, 
recognizing that John had lost control of the situation and now 
would do whatever Mickey wanted him to do. Opening Candy's 
mouth, John heard Candy's voice moan "fuck me!!!"

Mickey lifted his head to show his gleaming teeth, then whispered 
"when your body is ready. Until then, I'm playing with the 
merchandise."

To emphasis his words, Mickey rubbed each of his fingertips 
across the end of the nipple that felt on fire with passion.

"Please, let me have it," John heard his words in Candy's voice 
moan as Candy's head rolled to the side. John stared at the moon, 
not really seeing it. Mickey was rubbing his fingertip against the 
long nipple bending it down, then allowing the nipple to pop back 
up. Then Mickey's lips would dampen the nipple as his warm 
breath blew across the nipple and his fingers rubbed the nipple 
dry. John was breathing hard and gasping with joy as he heard 
Candy's female voice began to moan softly. Then Mickey squeezed 
and cupped the breasts as Mickey tugged on the nipples, leaving 
the nipple throbbing and begging for more.

As Mickey tweaked Candy's nipples, John wondered how it could 
get any better than this. Then John felt one of Mickey's hands drift 
down Candy's belly and go straight to the clitoris.

John felt Candy's body jerk uncontrollably as Mickey rubbed the 
clit from the bottom of its base to the tip with a finger.

"Please don't. I can't take any more," John groaned as Candy's 
body jerked uncontrollably, hearing his words echo loudly around 
the room in Candy's husky contralto voice but knowing that it was 
really him - John that wanted more - much more. John groaned 
and spread Candy's legs allowing Mickey's hand to have full access 
to the furry mound, knowing that Candy couldn't struggle now 
even if John wanted to. John closed Candy's eyes, and shut her 
gasping mouth to try to keep from moaning, feeling the smile 
automatically form on Candy's face.

Like a cat, John felt Candy's body purr as Mickey rubbed the clit, 
feeling a deep itch grow deep within Candy's flat tummy. Mickey's 
head and body shifted down the bed so that Mickey's lips were only 
inches from the sopping wet mound that Mickey's fingers were 
playing with. Blowing lightly with his breath, Mickey gently 
separated Candy's vagina lips, allowing his warm breath to tease 
every nerve within those damp lips. Humming softly, Mickey 
whispered "Your clit is growing. I've never seen it this big. It's 
almost twice as big as last week. What are you doing to make it 
grow?"

John ignored the statement because his attention was focused on 
Candy's hands, which were stroking the nipples that John had 
abandoned. Candy's eyes were staring at the dark nipples as 
Candy's fingertips teased the nipples, risking having the nipples 
burst by throbbing so much.

When Candy didn't answer, Mickey inserted a finger in Candy's slit 
and watched her body jerk as she'd been shocked by an electrical 
shock. Mickey stuck his long finger deep inside Candy and bent 
the finger before he began twisting the finger around and around. 
John let go of Candy's breasts and grabbed the bed sheets as the 
pulsating sensation roared through his head. In the distance, John 
could hear someone screaming but John didn't care about 
anything at this moment except living through this never before 
experienced sensory overload. It took several seconds before John 
realized that the screams were coming from Candy's lips.

Mickey was ignoring the screams and was rotating his finger deep 
within his wife's familiar cunt, feeling her pussy walls collapsing 
down on his finger. Mickey began finger-fucking Candy, as he slid 
his finger in and out several times. Using his other hand, Mickey 
teased the clit with the same rhythm watching Candy's body arch 
to meet his fingers. Then Mickey pulled out his finger and paused, 
hearing Candy's voice groan and her fingernails dig deep into his 
back as she craved more. Mickey bowed his head and gently blew 
on Candy's fully extended clit.

Then Mickey sucked on the clit so hard it made John jump and 
scream again as Candy's body shivered with delight. John grabbed 
Mickey's head and held it positioned so that Mickey's tongue was 
next to Candy's clit, knowing that Candy's body couldn't survive 
another intense simulation but refusing to reject it at the same 
time. Mickey's hands picked up Candy's two round ass cheeks as 
Candy's hips pushed forward to meet his mouth. With a practiced 
move, Mickey rubbed his stiff tongue against Candy's slit, then 
drove it in and out at a fast tempo.

Candy's voice was groaning, moaning and occasionally screaming 
as John discovered the inner muscles to clamp down on Mickey's 
tongue when Mickey put it in and released when Mickey pulled 
out. As the deep vagina itch grew more demanding, Candy's body 
demanded faster and harder penetrations by Mickey's tongue.

The deep itch felt like it was moving inside her body, expanding, 
becoming more powerful, more demanding. As Candy's sweating 
body heaved to meet Mickey's tongue, the itch moved closer to her 
vagina lips with each stroke. Inside Candy's body, John could feel 
the pussy as it contracted faster and faster trying to pull Mickey's 
tongue inside it.

Then Candy groaned loudly and paused as the first wave of the 
edge of the orgasm built within Candy's body. Immediately 
recovering, Candy's hips thrust faster, trying to get more tongue 
deeper inside the female body. Then Candy's body stopped in mid 
arch as her muscles locked in place. For about two seconds 
Candy's body was frozen then her body started shaking 
uncontrollably.

John felt Candy's pussy lips spasm uncontrollably and a never-
before-felt ecstasy sensation flow throw her body as the pussy 
juices pumped out onto Mickey's tongue. Wave after wave of 
ecstasy surged through Candy's body as her facial lips screamed 
animalistic sounds and squealed with pleasure. Her body shook 
and shivered as her nipples pulsated from the simulation to the 
cunt. Slowly, the contractions slowed as Candy's orgasm stopped.



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