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From: an266891@anon.penet.fi (Stephanie.)
Date: Wed, 4 Oct 1995 13:02:51 UTC
Subject: TG: Body and Soul (1/?)

			    Body and Soul
				  by
			      Stephanie
			       Part One
			     Chapter One

	The figure waited nervously on top of the building opposite
the bar. He was still berating himself for messing up his first job.
He had left the girl in agony for too long before ending her life and
he was determined not to let it happen again. This time he'd get it
right.

	Right on schedule, the door of the bar opened and a man
staggered out into the street. He was about six foot tall with dark
hair and brown eyes, the figure supposed women would find him
attractive. He turned around several times before he spotted his car
and lurched unsteadily towards it. He climbed inside and managed to
find the ignition.

	The figure watched the car roar into life and tear off at a
dangerous speed down the quiet street. He sighed and jumped off the
side of the building. Just before he hit the ground he unfurled his
wings and set off in pursuit of the car.

	Belatedly, the driver remembered he hadn't switched on his
headlights. He fumbled with the controls, finally getting them
working. He looked up to see a truck bearing down on him. Instinct
took over and he swung the steering wheel sharply and the car veered
off the road and onto the sidewalk, straight into a street lamp.

	NOW! The figure landed next to the car and looked in; with
senses beyond those that humans have he examined the body. The driver
had massive internal injuries, there was no way the driver was going
to survive. He knew that he was supposed to wait till a certain point
had been reached before removing the soul. But there was no point in
this case. It would be better if he removed the soul now and saved the
driver unnecessary suffering.

	He reached into the car and put his hand against the man's
chest. When he pulled it away again a fine white mist followed. He
walked a little distance away from the car and concentrated on the
mist. It quickly formed itself into the shape of the drunk driver. The
driver looked around at the wreck of the car and said, "how on Earth
did I survive that?"

	"You didn't, Mr Sandford."

	Dan Sandford turned around at the sound of the quiet voice.
Behind him stood a smallish young man dressed in an immaculate suit.
"Did you pull me out of the wreckage?"

	The man smiled, "in a manner of speaking, yes."

	Something about this guy is odd, thought Dan. Just then the
truck driver raced straight past him heading to the car. He didn't
seem to notice Dan, he stopped by the car door and tried to pull it
open. "Hey," he called to the driver. "It's all right! I'm okay." The
truck driver didn't hear him and continued to try to open the door
which had been jammed by the impact.

	He walked over to the truck driver and put his hand on the
man's shoulder. Or at least he tried to, his hand went straight
through the body without any resistance. He jumped back shocked beyond
belief.

	With a final superhuman effort the truck driver wrenched open
the car door and pulled something out. Dan had a awful suspicion what
it was, he looked down at his own face, covered in blood and not
moving. Dan turned to the small man behind him, "I'm dying, aren't I?"

	The man looked on sadly, "you are already dead, Dan Sandford."

	Dan looked at him opened mouth, "I can't be, put me back!"

	"It's too late. Come on, it is time to go on to the next
world." With that, he opened his wings and spread them to its full
extent. Dan found himself moving forward and taking the man's hand.
Then the ground seemed to drop away and they flew up into the night
sky.

			     Chapter Two

	When the timeless moment passed they were standing on a
featureless white plain. Dan looked around him. "Is this Heaven?"

	The angel smiled. "No, a waiting area if you like. My boss
will be along soon and he'll take you through admission. Ah, here he
is now."

	A man was striding across the plain towards them, he looked to
be about sixty and was dressed in a dark suit also. "Jothan! What have
you done now!" He said sharply to the younger angel.

	Jothan looked nervous, "I've brought Mr Sandford in, sir."

	The older angel held out his hand and a book appeared in it,
Dan was disturbed to note that it had his name on it in large letters.
The angel flipped to the last page and examined it. After several
minutes he looked up at Jothan, "do you realise Mr Sandford had about
a thirty percent chance of surviving his injuries."

	"Thirty percent? But I was certain he had no chance and I
didn't want him to suffer anymore."

	The older angel sighed, "Jothan, you must wait until there is
absolutely no hope before removing the soul, despite any suffering it
might cause."

	Dan had been watching the exchange still very disorientated by
recent events. "Are you telling me I should still be alive? You've got
to put me back now!"

	"I'm sorry Mr Sandford, your body has already ceased to live,
we can't put you back." The angel thought for a moment, "but there may
be a way of returning to Earth."

	"Yes!" said Dan.

	"If you would do a little job for us, we can put you into the
body of someone about to die. You could carry on their life."

	"I'll do it," said Dan excitedly. He might not get his body
back, but at least he'd have another stab at life.

	"Very well, I must clear some of the details with my
superiors. I'll return in a moment." Both he and Jothan abruptly
vanished.

	Dan sighed and sat down on the white floor. This could all be
a drink induced dream, he thought. But I might as well play along.
Funny, I'm totally sober now. When did that happen?

	A short while later the older angel returned and motioned Dan
to follow him. "What we would like you to do is to reform the
character of someone on Earth. If we don't help we will lose him to
the Other Place. Your job will be to get him to voluntarily change his
attitude. It will not be easy, some say it is not possible. But where
there's life there's hope."

	They came to a glowing portal and the angel walked through it,
Dan quickly followed, not wanting to lose him.

	They were in a hallway of a very impressive house. The owners
had to be worth millions. "Nice place," said Dan.

	"If you like that sort of thing," replied the angel. He walked
to the stairs, "this way."

	As they reached the top floor they heard raised voices coming
from one of the bedrooms. "He's in there?" whispered Dan.

	"Yes, there is no need to whisper, they cannot see or hear
us." He turned and walked through the door.

	Dan shrugged and followed him, he flowed through the door like
it wasn't there. Inside two people, obviously husband and wife were in
the middle of a furious argument.

	"If I want to have a drink with the guys," he was bellowing.
"I will!" He was tanned and fairly muscular with blond hair.

	"You didn't even come home last night!" She retorted hotly.
From there the arguing descended into name-calling. Both she and her
husband were dressed for bed and to Dan's mind she looked gorgeous.
She had a slim, curvy figure with breasts that were generous without
being too large. She had dark hair hanging free down to her waist and
her face despite being twisted with anger was obviously very
beautiful. Dan noticed that his body was not reacting to her beauty as
it normally would. One consequence of being dead he supposed.

	The angel gestured to him, "let's go next door, so we can
talk."

	They walked down the hall to a spare bedroom. Even there they
could hear the couple shouting. "Are they always like this?" asked
Dan.

	"It's been getting worse for some while, Simon Mitchell came
into a fair sum of money and he seems determined to booze and gamble
till he drops. He's at the top of a slippery slope, if he isn't helped
now he will steadily get worse. He has already threatened Allison with
violence, at this rate it would not have been long before he actually
started to beat her."

	"Can't you do something?" Dan asked.

	"No, we are not allowed to interfere. However, your problem
gives us a chance to help Simon Mitchell pull out of his nose-dive.
Allison has a undiagnosed brain clot and will pass on to the next
world tonight."

	Dan was aghast, "You're going to let her die!"

	"This is the hardest part of our job, I like it even less than
you. But she will be going up, not down. However, without Allison,
Simon will go into a nose-dive to self-destruction. We can't do
anything, but you can. We can repair the damage to Allison's body and
then your soul can occupy it. Then you can start your job to save
him."

	"Wait a minute," said Dan. "You want me to take over a woman's
body! I can't do that, I'm a man."

	The angel smiled, "At the moment you are a disembodied soul,
there are no male or female souls. Just souls. There are very few
opportunities to return to life, this is the best offer we can make."

	Dan thought about it for a moment, true it was a female body.
But he had already noticed how detached he was from reality, looking
at Allison's body should have caused his body to react, but in his
dead state he felt nothing. "Well I'm not sure," he told the angel.
"Simon will know I'm not Allison almost immediately. I don't have any
of her memories."

	"You will be able to draw some information from her brain,
just direct a question to yourself and most times you'll be able to
get the answer. You won't have full access to her memories, but you
will get most of the vital information. Who are Allison's parents,
where she went on honeymoon, that sort of thing."

	Dan considered the options, he was still half convinced this
was some drink induced nightmare. But he knew that he had little real
choice, if he wanted to return to life it would be in Allison's body.
I could always dump Simon and move in with a lesbian, he thought. "I'm
going to regret this, but okay."

	The angel nodded, "please wait here, Jothan will bring you
along when it is time." Then he was gone.

	Dan sat in the dark for several hours. As the time passed he
mulled over his decision, could he really do this? Give up his male
form and occupy the rather spectacular body of a woman. He felt his
crotch and wondered what it would be like to have just a feminine slit
between his thighs. Well I'll soon find out. The thought gave him a
shiver down his back.

	By the time Jothan came for him he was beginning to think he
had been forgotten. Jothan took him back down to the bedroom where the
elder angel waited for them.

	The room was in darkness, but somehow Dan could see clearly.
As he watched the angel drew Allison's soul from her body. Jothan
concentrated on the body repairing the damage, finally he turned to
the other angel nodded.

	"It's all ready for you, Mr Sandford," said the older angel
holding Allison's soul carefully between his hands.

	Dan leaned over her sleeping form. In sleep her face was one
of beauty and he found it impossible to believe it would soon be his.
He looked back at the angels. "Okay, umm... how do I get in?"

	"Just lie on the bed in the same position as the body and you
will join with it."

	Dan climbed onto the bed and lay down in the body; there was a
moment of disorientation. Then, he could feel a solid body around him
again, but it felt so strange. He felt a weight on his chest and a
strangeness between his legs. He shifted his new body feeling the silk
garment he was wearing.

	A voice sounded in his head, "It worked Mr Sandford. Or should
I say Mrs Mitchell. Sleep now, you have a long day ahead of you."

	Dan felt himself become incredibly drowsy and soon he was
asleep.

	Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an266891@anon.penet.fi
(Stephanie.) Date: Tue, 31 Oct 1995 18:22:29 UTC Subject: Repost TG:
Body and Soul (2/?) by Stephanie

			    Body and Soul
				  by
			      Stephanie
			    Chapter Three

	Dan felt the bed move as someone got out the other side. He
opened his eyes and was almost blinded by the sunlight streaming in
through the windows. He felt the beginnings of a thumping headache.
I've got to give up these binges, he thought.

	He tried to remember who he was with, and failed. He did
recall some weird dream about him having died and then meeting two
angels. His head felt like it was wrapped in something. Dan's eyes
adjusted to the morning light and he looked over to see who he had
spent the night with.

	FUCKING HELL! It was another man!

	At that point Dan swore off drink for life. He hadn't believed
it possible for him to become so drunk that he would want to sleep
with a man. In the middle of his shock something needled at his
memory. This man had been in his dream as well. The angels were going
to give me a chance to return to life, he thought. But as who?

	Then he remembered and he froze in shock. In the dream he had
taken over the body of this guy's WIFE. He closed his eyes and
examined the feelings he was getting from his body. He knew now beyond
a shadow of a doubt that it had been no dream. With every breath he
inhaled he became aware of a weight on his chest. Dan remembered the
detached manner in which he had decided to take over her body when he
was dead. Now he was alive again his emotions were back, he was
shocked and terrified by who he was now. He was now married to another
man. No, not another man. He was no longer a man.

	He shifted one of his hands under the bed covers to his hip
and felt the silky nightie he had on. He rubbed the cool slippery
fabric against his soft smooth skin.

	"Alison?" said a voice quietly near his ear. Dan opened his
eyes to see Simon leaning over him. "Look I'm sorry about last night.
I'll be back from work around five o'clock."

	Then Simon leaned forward and gently kissed Dan on the cheek.

	Dan was stunned, he couldn't move or even think straight.
Simon didn't hang about and was quickly out of the bedroom. Dan could
still feel the pressure of Simon's lips against his hairless cheek.
After a few minutes he heard the noise of Simon's car pulling out of
the long drive.

	Dan thought, if the Mitchells are so rich why is he going to
work? As if from nowhere the answer sprung into his head. Rather than
inheriting money they had been left a string of fitness centers. Which
brought in a very tidy sum. He remembered what the angel had told him
about some of Alison's memories being available to him.

	But he would have given away every cent of the fortune to be a
man at that moment. He lay still for several minutes before curiosity
got the better of him and he started to explore his new body.

	Hesitantly he pulled his left arm free of the bed covers and
examined it in the morning light. His hand was far smaller than his
old one, but that wasn't the only difference. The hand was more
refined and each finger was finished off with (what seemed to Dan)
impossibly long fingernails. The arm was similarly smaller and didn't
have the well defined muscles that Dan had been so proud of.

	Dan lifted his arm up and looked at his armpit. He might not
have to shave his face anymore but he was going to have to do his
armpits and possibly his legs as well.

	He pulled his other hand free and looked down at the hefty
bulge his chest made under the sheets. With shaking hands he slowly
pulled the covers free. It took him several seconds for his over-taxed
brain to make sense of what he was seeing. He was wearing a white silk
nightie that completely failed to hide the creamy curves of his
magnificent breasts. HIS BREASTS! In other circumstances he would have
been drooling over a sight like this. But he had never seen breasts
from this angle before, on his own chest.

	Dan moved one of his slim hands and touched his breast through
the thin fabric of the nightie. He was reminded of the times he had
fondled his various girlfriends breasts over the years. This was very
different, he could feel his hand pressing into his breast. He felt a
tingling in his nipples as they hardened to his touch.

	He slipped his dainty fingers inside the nightie to touch the
nipple. Dan realised that a man's nipple was very different from a
woman's. He understood why his girlfriend loved the way he would play
with her breasts.

	As his arousal increased Dan noticed the very different
sensations coming from between his legs. He was used to his penis
stirring and pumping into red hot hardness. But now he felt a sort of
languid wetness and he knew that he had a vagina now. A pussy that was
getting ready to receive a man's cock.

	He tried to ignore the alien sensations and he lay back on the
bed. Something was between his head and the pillow. He reached up and
pulled a mass of black hair into view. He found himself missing the
short straw colored hair he used to have. This was better than being
dead, but only just.

	In the corner of the sumptuous bedroom a full length mirror
was mounted on the wall. He knew sooner or later he was going to have
to face his new self. He threw back the bed covers and climbed out of
bed. He avoided looking at himself as he walked unsteadily to the
mirror. But he found it hard to ignore the sensations of his breasts
shifting and bobbing with every movement. Or the feeling of the
nightie brushing his silky smooth legs.

	He reached the mirror and gazed at the stranger looking back
at him. She must have been in her mid to late twenties with long
ruffled black hair. Her face was beautiful with full pouting lips and
clear brown eyes. Her night-gown was designed more to accentuate her
curves than cover them up and the twin mounds of her breasts were
almost totally open to view.

	One thing Dan could not get over was how small he was now. He
had used to being slightly over six foot tall, but now he could hardly
be much over five foot. Also his frame was far more slender and
delicate looking now. His reflection looked so fragile that Dan
thought he'd snap off at the waist if he bent over.

	He steeled himself and pulled the nightie over his head. The
reflection showed a goddess in the mirror. She had all the right
proportions, none too small or overly large. Her breasts hung like
bountiful fruit off her chest, each one topped by a large dark nipple.
Her torso was slim and supple leading down to her wide hips.

	His eyes gazed in some horror at the wedge of black pubic hair
between his legs. For the first time he was faced with the loss of his
manhood. Gently, he ran his fingers over his strange new crotch. He
had played with and entered a fair few pussies in his life and now he
had one of his very own. He gingerly ran his finger down his new set
of lips, finally parting them and slipping his finger slightly inside
them.

	It felt so strange, yet there was an erotic thrill attached to
it. He could feel a warmth building in his pussy. He pulled his hand
away and sat on the corner of the bed with his legs wide. carefully he
pulled the lips of his pussy open and examined his new anatomy. He
looked at his vagina in the mirror. No longer would he be the one to
penetrate, instead he would have to open his legs and allow himself to
be possessed by a man.

	He thought about Simon, to all intents and purposes he was now
Dan's husband. The thought made him a little queasy. There was no way
he was going to allow him to share the same bed, let alone have sex
with him. Yet how on Earth could he keep Simon on the straight and
narrow unless he played the loving wife.

	Why did he ever agree to this? It had seemed rational and at
least bearable the night before. But, he had been dead then and his
emotions had been deadened along with the rest of him. He hadn't fully
comprehended all the various problems he was going to face.

	He was still staring at his curvaceous body in the mirror when
the maid walked in. Dan couldn't think of anything to say. She finally
broke the silence and asked. "Is everything all right, ma'am?"

	What is her name? His mind replied Maria. She looked and
sounded like she had come from Mexico originally. "I'm fine, Maria."
He couldn't say any more, he was too shocked at his new voice. He had
forgotten that it would change with the rest of him.

	Maria obviously thought Dan was upset over Simon. "Come on.
Things will look better when you're up. What would you like to wear
today?"

	Dan sent the question to the part of his mind that knew the
details of Alison life. He got no reply. "Umm... you decide Maria. I
think I'll have a shower." He spotted a thick pink bathrobe and
wrapped it around his unfamiliar body. There was a connecting door
that led through to the bathroom. It was as lavishly laid out as the
rest of the house.

	He locked the door, dropped the robe to the floor and climbed
into the shower. He tried to relax and enjoy the shower, but he found
it impossible to ignore his breasts sliding this way and that as he
washed himself. His hips seemed to stick out like shelves and he had
to get used to a different center of balance.

	As he washed his breasts he found his dark nipples reacting
again. Dan could not believe how sensitive they were, each nipple felt
like a miniature erection on his chest. He dropped the soap and
started to rub them in earnest. Gently at first, then with increasing
passion as his arousal grew. He rubbed and tweaked his nipples with
both hands. He found that tugging on them caused intense feelings to
shoot through his body.

	Between his soft thighs, his cunt was responding to his
arousal. Dan felt the warmth radiating from his pussy and knew he was
going to deal with it sooner or later. It felt so different, yet so
familiar. He sent one slim hand down to his pussy. Slowly he slid two
fingers into his already wet vagina. The feeling of even this slight
penetration felt very erotic to Dan's stunned senses. With his other
hand he started to caress his engorged clitoris at the top of his
pussy. It felt like a miniature prick and was at least as sensitive.

	Dan then started to work his cunt in earnest. The feeling of
his fingers pushing apart the velvet walls of his vagina quickly
pushed him beyond all control. Suddenly the sensations doubled in
intensity and he gripped his fingers tight with his pulsating pussy.
As the waves of his orgasm washed over him Dan moaned in his high sexy
voice. It was so different. His body tingled all over instead of his
old orgasms which were centered on his cock.

	After several minutes he recovered enough to climb out and dry
himself off. His body's proportions still felt odd. He found his reach
was shorter than it had been and he wasn't nearly as strong as he had
been. The long hair seemed to stay wet no matter how much he tried to
dry it. Dan finally managed to wrap it in a towel and decided to look
for a hair dryer back in the bedroom.

	He turned to look in the bathroom mirror before he but the
bath robe on. This new body of his was really beautiful. He just
wished he was here with this dark haired beauty instead of being her.
How could he adjust to Simon? Let alone his new femininity. He owed
his return to life to the angels so he felt he had to make a good
effort to return Simon to the straight and narrow. Even if he had
survived his car accident he would have been badly injured and maybe
even disabled. But the thought of being touched by a man made his skin
crawl.

	He wrapped himself in the robe and made his way back to the
bedroom. Maria had laid out the clothes she thought was best for the
day ahead. Each piece was arranged neatly next to each other. Dan
looked at the expensive looking deep blue dress with a strange feeling
in his stomach. To the left of it were a pair of panties, a bra, some
shear stockings and suspender belt. He ran his hand over the silky
lingerie. Some part of him felt that putting these clothes on would
finally confirm his new gender.

	Dan picked up the silky white panties and stepped into them.
Pulling them up his long sexy legs and around his strange new crotch.
He only noticed now how much his ass had changed. It was wider and
softer then he was use to. The bra proved much more of a problem than
he expected. He didn't have quite the knack of doing the clasp up at
the back. Eventually Dan did the bra up with the clasp at the front
and twisted it around. He slipped his arms through the straps and
eased the bra into place.

	The bra held his breasts in position and definitely stopped
them bobbing about so much. In fact, they were more than comfortable.
They felt sensuous against his breasts. He mentally shook himself,
here he was wearing a woman's underwear and actually enjoying himself.

	It took Dan a few minutes to decide which way the suspender
belt went on. Finally deciding the clasp went at the back he did it
up. If he put on his suspenders over his panties he was going to have
a more difficult time when he had to use the bathroom. He decided to
thread the straps under his panties. It was a little uncomfortable but
it would mean he would only have to put his stockings on once that
day.

	He had seen the way his girlfriends had put on pantyhose, so
he had a reasonably idea on how to do it. It didn't prove as easy as
it looked, but slowly he edged the stockings up his smooth legs. They
felt very strange on his legs. They became almost a second skin and
his legs felt covered and naked at the same time. He managed to attach
the belt to the tops of his stockings.

	He decided the dress could wait for a moment. He had to see
what he looked like. He stood up and walked to the mirror, his hips
still felt too wide and seemed to swivel with every step. Every time
his legs touched Dan heard a swishing sound, a sound he had found
erotic in women. Despite his alien body he still thought of himself as
a man. But the image in the mirror was not of a man in drag, but of a
beautiful woman in the middle of getting dressed.

	Dan tried hard to drink in every detail. He watched his bust
rise and fall with every breath he took. Feeling his breasts cosseted
in the silken confines of the bra. His eyes dropped to his panties and
he looked at the small mound his pussy made in the white silk. It
still caused a very strange sensation in his stomach when he thought
about what he had between his legs.

	He now examined his new face carefully for the first time. His
eyes, now brown, were large and sensuous. With his hair wrapped in the
towel he could see his ears for the first time. Like everything about
his new body they were smaller and more delicate. They certainly
didn't stick out as much as his old ears. He frowned and leaned closer
to the mirror.

	His ears were pierced. Of course, he thought. I'm a woman now,
I'm expected to wear jewellery and make-up. He looked at his hands and
noticed for the first time a band of gold on his ring finger. It was
plain, something that wouldn't look out of place on a man's finger.
But it was what it signified that made him a little queasy again. It
meant he was married. It meant he was Simon's wife.

	Dan shook himself and turned to the dress on the bed. It was
deep blue and made of soft wool. He decided to dry his hair first and
he hunted around for a hair dryer. It seemed to take forever to dry
out his long hair and then he had to comb it to get the tangles out.
Long before he was finished he was determined to have it cut as short
as possible at the earliest opportunity.

	Finally it was time for him to put on the dress and he pulled
it over his head. The waist caught on his breasts and he had to ease
them through. He found the arm holes and the dress fell into place
around him. He did the belt at his waist up, it was higher up than he
was used to wearing belts. It felt so odd to be wrapped in the soft
dress which had the undeniable scent of a woman on them.

	He looked down at his body. His breasts looked even larger
under the layers of clothing. His hair fell in front of his eyes and
he asked his mind what style Alison wore her hair in. And got no
response, Dan had hoped that he would be able to get a great deal of
information from Alison's memory. But it was obviously only capable of
answering simple questions.

	What he needed was a picture of Alison to see the look he
needed to emulate. But where did they keep their photo albums? Under
the bed, came the reply. He knelt down feeling his legs swish together
and his breasts shift in their silken confinement. He found the
photographs in the third drawer he checked. He sat on the bed and then
had to stand up to smooth his dress before sitting down again.

	Dan felt a little odd as he flicked through the albums. In
many of the photos Alison and Simon were in loving embraces. There was
even a whole album devoted to their wedding and honeymoon. Alison
looked stunningly beautiful in her white flowing wedding dress, Dan
caught himself wondering what it would feel like to wear such a
creation.

	Time was wasting. In most photos she seemed to opt for tying
back her hair with an ornate silver grip. He found it on the dressing
table, pulled back his impossibly long hair and clipped the grip into
place. Well, not perfect. But it would keep the hair out of his eyes.
He could still feel his mane of hair brushing against his back as he
moved. One more new sensation to add to the rest.

	On the dressing table was a large box of jewellery. Dan opened
it and looked at the array of earrings, rings and necklaces. He picked
up a pair of earrings at random and tried to work out how to put them
on. They seemed a little like pin badges. He was a bit squeamish at
sticking them through his ear even though they were already pierced.
He undid one and carefully fitted it to his ear and then repeated the
procedure with the other ear. They felt like they'd fall off any
minute, but Dan was soon sure that they were secure.

	The feeling of the two weights hanging off his ears and
brushing against his neck turned him on slightly. He felt the strange
feeling of arousal again in his new crotch. He tried to think about
something else, he didn't want to deal with his new body's needs just
yet. He was almost ready to face his new life. The only thing left was
make-up.

	Dan knew nothing about make-up and Alison's memories couldn't
help him. So he settled on just some lipstick and perfume. After some
false starts he was satisfied with the results. He found that he had
to hold the lipstick differently due to his longer nails. He didn't
know where he was supposed to spray the perfume, but he settled for a
quick squirt on his neck and under his arms. He opened up the wardrobe
and just stared at all the clothes and shoes he had suddenly acquired.
He had more pairs of shoes now than he had owned in total in his
previous life.

	They ranged from simple sandals to six inch heeled elegant
shoes. He picked a pair of simple black slip-ons with a two inch heel.
He was going to have enough trouble getting used to his new status as
a woman, without having to worry about breaking his neck.

	Finally ready he stood in front of the mirror. He still
couldn't believe this beautiful stranger was now him. And he would be
her for the rest of his life.

	He straightened the dress and headed out of the bedroom,
trying to work out how to bring Simon back out of his gambling and
drinking without playing the loving wife. He couldn't even stand the
idea of Simon touching him. But if Dan rejected Simon he could go into
a downward spiral.

	As Dan carefully made his way downstairs he didn't know he was
being watched. The elegantly dressed man sat in the back of the
limousine. His glowing red eyes able to follow Dan even through the
high brick wall surrounding the house and gardens. "Interesting," he
said to himself. A plan already starting to form in his head.

	Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an266891@anon.penet.fi
(Stephanie.) Date: Mon, 30 Oct 1995 23:01:26 UTC Subject: TG: Body
and Soul (3/?) by Stephanie

			    Body and Soul
				  by
			      Stephanie
			     Chapter Four

	The folds of the long dress brushed against Dan's stocking
clad legs as he made his way down the stairs. He walked slowly feeling
dozens of odd sensations from all over his new body. His breasts
jostled with every step he took and the strangeness between his soft
thighs disturbed him. He was acutely aware of the loss of his male
equipment and even more aware that he now possessed a pussy. His long
hair made an unaccustomed weight on the back of his head and he could
feel it brushing against his back.

	His new clothes were almost as strange to him as his body. He
could feel the straps of his bra pulling at his shoulder. Dan was a
woman now and would remain so for the rest of this body's life.

	Dan could hear Maria cleaning one of the front rooms and left
her to it. He spent the next few minutes wandering from room to room
trying to relax. However much he racked his brains he couldn't think
of a way to help Simon without playing the loving wife. Even thinking
about it made his stomach turn. How could he spend the rest of his
life as someone's wife?

	The trick would be to be able to leave him without hurting him
and then move in with a woman. Even that idea didn't fill him with
joy, he wanted to be a man not a lesbian, but it was better than
nothing.

	Alison's memory wasn't able to supply an address for the
fitness center Simon had his office in. But a search managed to turn
up a flyer advertising them. Now all he had to do was work out where
this house was and he could go visit Simon at work. Dan knew that only
by talking to Simon and seeing what made him tick would he be able to
work out how to help him.

	On the hall table were a few letters, mostly junk mail. And a
map of the city. He spread the map out on the dining room table and
using the address on the letters managed to plan a route from the
house to Simon's office.

	Maria was loading the dishwasher as he entered the kitchen. He
was self-conscious at being seen in his new state by anyone. A part of
him still thought people would see a burly man in a dress rather than
the petite woman he now was. "I'm going out, Maria."

	"Will you be back in time for lunch, ma'am?"

	"Probably not, I'll get something when I get back."

	Dan walked to the front door and was about to go out when he
got the strong feeling he had forgotten something. His wallet of
course. He headed back upstairs to the bedroom to look for it. There
was no wallet there, just his handbag. Another feminine symbol
everyone would expect him to use from now on. It looked quite
expensive and he opened it up and emptied the contents on the bed.
Among the various pieces of make-up there was a purse, some car keys
and a couple of sanitary towels. Dan stared at them in some shock. He
had totally forgotten that he was going to have periods every month
from now on. This just got worse and worse. He packed everything back
into his handbag and headed out to the garage.

	He opened the garage door and winced when he saw the car. For
a start it was pink. It was the sort of car that Dan considered to be
little better than a toy. He was used to driving to the limit in
powerful machines. Which, he had to admit, was probably partly
responsible for him smashing into a street lamp. But this joke of a
proper car probably wouldn't make it up a hill. But it was either that
or walk so he climbed into it and dug his keys out of his handbag.

	He turned the ignition and instead of starting an electronic
voice intoned, "please fasten your safety belt." Dan sat there fuming.
Why did he need the seat belt? It was not like he could go fast enough
to need one. He pulled the belt around him and clicked it into place.
It pressed between his breasts making him uncomfortably aware of them
again.

	He started the car and slowly reversed out of the drive.
Driving was a little difficult at first. His two-inch heels giving him
some problems with the pedals. But he soon got used to the car and
made his way into the city center managing to get lost several times.

	Dan was engrossed in trying to work out where he was on the
map when he heard a knock at the drivers window. He jumped and turned
to see a policeman looking in. Oh hell, he thought and wound the
window down.

	"Are you okay, miss?" The policeman asked. He was in his
thirties with fairly well defined muscles.

	"I'm fine," Dan said quickly. He noticed that the man's gaze
had slid down to his well endowed bosom.

	The policeman's eyes ran up Dan's body to meet his gaze, "It's
just you look a little lost and I was wondering if I could assist you
in any way."

	Yeah, I bet you do, thought Dan acidly. He knew exactly what
sort of things were going through the cop's head. Dan had been a man
only the previous day and he knew the sort of thoughts he'd have had
with the beauty he now was. On the other hand he was lost and the
policeman could save quite some time and effort. Dan told him where he
wanted to go and the cop leant further in through the window to point
out the route on the map.

	Dan was very conscious of this man just inches away from him.
He could smell the man's aftershave and was pretty sure the cop could
smell the perfume he had put on. The cop was very courteous but every
time he turned to look at Dan his eyes would flick up and down Dan's
body. Dan wasn't sure the cop was even aware he was doing it.

	Finally the cop wished him a good day and sauntered back to
his patrol car. His partner exchanged some joke as he climbed back in.
Probably about having scored, thought Dan. Using the directions he was
soon able to find his way to the right part of the urban center.

	He left the car in an car park under a mall and headed off in
the general direction of Simon's main fitness center. He felt very
self- conscious as he walked and it felt like everyone was looking at
him. It didn't help that a lot of people WERE looking at him. Dan
noticed the surreptitious glances he was getting from most of the men
as they mentally undressed him. Did every woman have to put up with
this? Surely not, he had never noticed that sort of thing when he was
a man. The worst ones were the men who made no effort to hide their
desire, indeed they even advertised it. It was blatantly obvious to
Dan what was going through their minds.

	He did his best to ignore it and soon the fitness center came
into view. Dan was glad to finally get inside, his dress was fairly
long but he still felt horribly exposed. Perhaps he should have put on
some pants instead. Well it can't be helped now, he thought.

	The receptionist looked up as he walked over to her. "Can I
help you, Madam?" She asked brightly.

	"Yes. I'm here to see my... husband, Simon Mitchell." Dan
stumbled over the words. He still found it hard to describe someone as
his husband.

	A look of realisation struck the blonde receptionist's face.
"Oh, I'm sorry Mrs Mitchell. I didn't recognise you. Simon will
probably be in his office. If you just go through the gym area you'll
see a door marked staff only. Go through that and up the stairs and
you're there."

	Dan thanked her and made his way into the center. it was quite
a high class operation, probably with steep membership costs. No
wonder the Mitchell's were so well off. He followed the signs to the
gym area and found a large room packed with exercise equipment.
Despite it being just before noon the room had quite a few people of
both genders working out.

	He kept as far away from them as possible as he made his way
around the equipment. But before he could make it to the door he had
to pass a heavily muscled man lifting weights. Dan thought he must
work out a lot. The weight lifter saw Dan watching him and winked. Dan
looked quickly away, feeling his face grow hot. He thought he might be
able to deal with having a female body if only he didn't have all
these men coming on to him all the time. He gratefully slipped through
the door and quickly made his way up the stairs.

	He still had no idea what he was going to say to Simon when he
reached him. At the top of the stairs was the administration part of
the center and locating Simon's office proved to be no problem.
Outside was a secretary, a young woman probably not out of her teens.
She was well stacked and her tight outfit showed off her cleavage very
well. Dan's eyes lingered on her generous breasts.

	She gave a little jump when she saw Dan walking towards her.
"Oh... hello Mrs Mitchell, we weren't expecting you." I bet you
didn't, thought Dan. I wonder if she is sleeping with Simon? Dan
realised he would have to see her as a potential rival not as a
possible lay.

	"Is Simon in?" he asked her.

	Her eyes darted this way and that, "ummm... he's out."
Obviously doing something he shouldn't or she wouldn't be so nervous.
Time to turn the screws.

	Dan leaned on her desk and said, "Out? Where?" As menacingly
as possible in his high lilting voice.

	He watched the secretary weigh up her options. If she didn't
tell her boss's wife where he was she could end up fired. And if she
told her where Simon was he might sack her. In the end she decided to
give in to the more immediate threat. "He's probably in The Corn
Store."

	The Corn Store? An image of a small bar not far from the
fitness center popped into his mind. "It's open at this time of day?"

	"Well... no. He said there was a game on there today," she
answered nervously.

	Terrific, he was off gambling. "Right," he said and made his
way back down the stairs. As Dan made his way back outside he was
frantically trying to work out what to do. He was still trying to
piece together a plan as he arrived outside the bar.

	It was shut and looked deserted but Dan knew better. He
pounded on the door until he heard someone moving about inside. The
door opened to reveal a tall portly man, in his forties and going
bald. "Yeah?"

	"I'm looking for Simon Mitchell," Dan responded trying not to
be intimidated. This guy seemed huge to him.

	"What do ya want him for?" He asked, his eyes lingering on
Dan's breasts.

	"I'm his wife," Dan answered in a cold fury. Why is this guy
talking to my tits? I do have a head up here.

	"His wife? He ain't here," He said unconvincingly.

	Dan knew he wouldn't be let in to the club. He got an idea, it
wouldn't have worked if he was still a man. He shoved the door open
and barged past the guy. If he had tried it as a man he would probably
have got his head caved in. "Hey wait!" The guy called as Dan rushed
into the bar. It was empty except for one table on the far wall where
five people were involved in a poker game.

	One of them groaned and looked up at the ceiling. "Why now,
God? I just hit a winning streak."

	Okay, thought Dan. Time for the furious wife act. "What the
fuck do you think you're doing, Simon!"

	Simon's jaw dropped. Alison obviously never used that sort of
language. He quickly moved over to Dan and said quietly, "It's just a
little card game. Nothing to get worried about, my love."

	Dan glanced at the table, it was obvious they were not playing
for small change. "Then you won't mind leaving it. We need to talk."

	"I can't leave just yet, we can talk later when I get home."

	"Damn your game, this is serious, Simon!"

	"Later, Alison," He said with a flicker of anger behind his
eyes. Dan was suddenly aware again of how small and weak his new body
seemed and backed down. Simon led him back to the door. "Look I'll be
home by seven, we can discuss it then."

	Then, Dan was back out in the street and the bar door was
closing behind him. The nerve of the guy, no wonder he was on a one
way ticket to hell. As he was making his way back to his car he
realised that barging in on Simon's poker game was perhaps not the
best thing to do. He needed to get on Simon's side and come to some
mutually agreed decision. Something that didn't involve sleeping with
him. Dan still got the shivers from the idea of a man possessing and
entering him. There must be an answer, he just couldn't think of one
yet.

	Dan was so deep in thought he almost ran straight into
someone. "Sorry, I didn't see you." He seemed to have appeared almost
out of nowhere.

	"My fault entirely, Miss," Said the man in a highly cultured
English accent. He was a tall elegant man wearing a suit that probably
cost thousands. He carried a strange silver cane and wore dark glasses
despite the overcast sky. He looked a little closer at Dan. "Are you
all right? You look slightly distressed."

	"I'm fine," Dan blurted out. "Just had an argument with my
husband." Why did I tell him that, he asked himself.

	"You should not let him annoy you so. If he treats you so
badly you should find a man who is more worthy." Despite the dark
glasses Dan could almost feel the man's eyes on him. Unlike virtually
every male he had seen since becoming a woman the man's gaze did not
drift over Dan's feminine curves. It remained locked on Dan's face.

	"No, no. He's not that bad." But Dan could feel his will
sapping. Why should he waste his time on someone he had never loved
and who seemed determined to drink himself to death?

	"You deserve better. A man who will pamper and look after you.
A man who will satisfy your desires." The rest of the world seemed to
fade away leaving only Dan and the strange man. The man's words
penetrated deep into Dan's mind. He was a woman now, he should enjoy
himself. He was beautiful and could have anyone he wanted. His body
reacted to his thoughts and he felt his pussy become heavy with
arousal. His nipples pushed into the soft cups of his bra as they
became erect.

	"That's it. Forget Simon, enjoy yourself. Submerge yourself in
your new self. You are a woman, aroused and sensual. Go and indulge
yourself."

	Dan blinked and looked around at the virtually empty street.
What was he doing here? A half memory of talking to someone drifted
through his mind but vanished like a dream before he could grab onto
it. He felt an erotic wetness from his aroused pussy. Fuck Simon, what
did he owe him? Nothing! He was a woman now, he might as well explore
what that meant.

	He made his way back to his car. Trying to walk as sexily as
possible, swinging his hips as he went. Every swish of his skirt,
every slight movement of his breasts in their silken confinement just
made him more turned on. He started sizing up men as they walked past.
None of them had exactly what he was looking for, but Dan luxuriated
in the lustful glances he got.

	As he was nearly back to his car he saw a man who fitted all
of Dan's criteria to break his female cherry. He was a builder of some
kind and was just putting his tools into the back of his van. Dan went
to his own pink car and opened up the hood. He quickly fiddled with
the engine and then closed the hood without the builder seeing. Dan
then got in the car and turned the ignition. The car whined a few
times but totally refused to start.

	After trying a few times, the builder climbed out of his van
to see what the trouble was. As Dan had hoped his eyes lit up when he
saw a beautiful woman with car trouble. He walked over to Dan, "Can I
help you, love?"

	Dan gave him a nervous smile. "I don't know, this worked fine
this morning."

	"Let me have a look, I know a little about cars." He opened
the hood and looked at the engine. After a minute, he said. "Try now,
I think you had a loose connection."

	Dan turned the key and the engine roared into life. After
revving it a few times. Dan turned it off and climbed out of the car.
He walked round to the builder trying to make his walk as sexy as
possible. "Thank you," he said in a husky voice. "I don't know what I
would have done without you. How can I ever repay you?"

	The builder hesitated. He knew Dan was coming on strong to
him. But he knew better then to take that on face value. "That's okay.
Glad I could help." He made to move back to his van.

	Dan put his hand on the builders arm. "That wouldn't be right.
There must be something I could do for you. What's your name? I'm
Alison."

	"My name's Joe," said the builder. Dan could see Joe was
weighing up whether to take him up on his obvious offer, but he was
still wary.

	Dan took one of Joe's wide hands in his dainty ones and
pressed it against his heaving breast. "Fuck me," he whispered into
Joe's ear.

	"Where will we go?" he asked his fears overridden by his
desire for Dan.

	"I can't wait. What's wrong with the back of your van?"
Answered Dan, his voice heavy with lust.

	"Nothing, nothing at all," Joe replied with a wide smile. Joe
opened up the back of the van and they climbed in. There wasn't enough
room to stand upright but there was enough room for them lying down.
Joe pulled out some blankets and laid them on the floor after closing
the doors.

	Dan watched Joe pull off his T-shirt feeling more aroused than
at any point before in his life. At the back of his mind was a nagging
disquiet over what he was about to do but he ignored it. Quickly he
pulled his dress over his head and knelt by Joe dressed only in his
virgin white lingerie. Joe, not believing his luck, ran his hand over
Dan's creamy skin. Dan shivered at the touch, he wanted to feel Joe in
him so much. But he wanted this first time as a woman to last forever.

	Joe reached behind Dan's head and undid the grip holding his
long black hair back. Dan shook his head shaking the hair free, even
the feel of his hair on his back turned him on beyond belief. Joe
reached up and ran his hand through Dan's silky hair. Then he drew
Dan's head closer to his and they were kissing. Dan submitted to Joe's
strong embrace opening his lips for Joe's probing tongue.

	Finally they broke and Dan breathed in the heady male scent
coming from Joe's body. Joe looked down at the woman who had so
unexpectedly offered herself to him. Her eyes were bright with lust
and her breathing was quick and gasping.

	Joe reached behind Dan and undid his bra. Dan felt his breasts
swing free exposed to Joe in all their glory. Gently, Joe cupped one
in his strong hand rubbing the hard nipple as he did so. Dan reached
forward and frantically undid Joe's belt. Joe stood up and pulled his
jeans down and threw them into the corner of the van. Dan's eyes were
glued to the large bulge in Joe's boxer shorts.

	Joe reached down, gripped the side of Dan's panties and ripped
them open. He pulled the remains off Dan and sent one hand between his
silky thighs. Dan closed his eyes and moaned at the first touch of
Joe's fingers. He leaned his head back and abandoned himself to Joe's
expert caresses. Joe gently laid Dan down on the blankets, continuing
to stroke his pussy as he did so. Dan found himself spreading his legs
to give Joe easier access to this strange ultra-sensitive new part of
his body. He felt Joe's fingers leave his wet cunt and then he heard a
rustling sound.

	The next thing he was aware of was Joe manoeuvring his wide
muscled body on top of Dan's. He was heavy, but Dan found the
sensation very erotic. One of Joe's hands started massaging Dan's
breasts, it felt so good. Every part of his body was almost
excruciatingly sensitive, so unlike his old body where everything was
centered around his cock. Thinking about his cock Dan finally realised
what the hot length was pressing against his soft thigh. Joe had
pulled his boxer shorts off before climbing on Dan.

	He opened his eyes and stared up at Joe's flushed face. He
pulled Joe's head down and kissed him with passion. Then, he reached
down and touched Joe's hard cock. It felt so different from when he
used to hold his own. Joe lifted himself up to give Dan easier access.
Dan rubbed it back and forth rolling the foreskin over the bulbous
head and back again. He heard Joe's breathing grow quick and ragged
and stopped. He didn't want him to climax without feeling that
gorgeous cock in his hungry pussy.

	Dan raised his knees and guided Joe's cock to the entrance of
his pussy. Joe took over and slowly eased his hot length deeply into
Dan's slippery vagina. Dan heard high squeaks of pleasure coming from
his throat. Joe's cock felt a mile long and filled the aching need in
Dan. Then he felt Joe start to withdraw from him and was about to
protest when he felt Joe thrust back into him. Slowly at first, and
then with increasing speed Joe pounded into Dan's lithe body.

	Each time Joe thrust into him Dan gave a little gasp that grew
into sharp yelps of pleasure. The whole van was shaking and anyone
passing would have been in little doubt what was going on inside. By
now Dan had his long legs wrapped around Joe's waist and was pulling
him deep inside with every thrust. He was overcome by the sensations
assaulting his senses. He could feel a thick male body between his
thighs. The feeling of penetration and submission driving him beyond
all control. The blankets rucked up underneath Dan as their passion
reached even greater heights. His super-sensitive clitoris being
stimulated beyond all belief. His nipples rubbing against Joe's hairy
chest.

	All these feelings welled up in Dan until they suddenly
exploded and he orgasmed. His shrill shriek of pure joy reverberated
around the inside of the van. He hung onto Joe for dear life and
squeezed Joe's cock with his vagina. This pushed Joe over the brink as
well and with one final thrust pumped his thick wad into Dan.

	They lay locked together for some minutes, and Dan could feel
Joe's cock slowly shrink and pull out of him. He could not believe how
intense their lovemaking had been. It was far better than anything he
had ever done as a man. Even now he was still enjoying the aftershocks
of his orgasm.

	The windows of the van had steamed up and both of them were
covered in sweat. Joe finally got up and wiped himself down with one
of the cleaner blankets and then started to get dressed. Dan cleaned
himself up with another blanket. He was going to need another shower
when he got back to the Mitchell's place, he literally reeked of sex.

	His stockings were ruined so he unclipped them and threw them
into the corner with the panties. He decided not to bother with the
bra and just put the dress back on. Just as he was clipping his hair
back into place Joe smiled and said. "You are the most beautiful woman
I've ever met. You're fantastic!"

	Dan preened in the compliments. "You're not too bad yourself,
lover. That was best fuck I ever had."

	"Can I see you again?"

	"Sure, what's your phone number?"

	Joe scribbled his name and number on a piece of paper and gave
it to Dan. Dan thanked him with a broad smile and climbed out of the
van. He walked over to his car feeling slightly worried. Something was
building in him, something unpleasant. He pushed it from his mind and
drove back home. All the way his sense of unease grew. What was up? He
had just had the best time of his life, what could be wrong.

	Back home Maria had already finished for the day and Dan was
alone for the hour or so before Simon was due back. He meandered up to
the bathroom humming a little tune. Perhaps I should go braless from
now on, he thought. I love the way they bounce and jostle in my dress.
Much better than when they are confined in a bra.

	In the bathroom he stripped off and was about to climb into
the shower when he caught sight of himself in the mirror. The feeling
of disquiet grew and then the dam burst and his memories flooded back.
The man in the street who had told him to forget Simon and fuck
another man.

	And he had! He had let a man touch him. Worse, he had seduced
a complete stranger and been fucked by him! How could it have
happened. Was his body running away with him? He collapsed on the
floor crying uncontrollably. He wanted nothing more than get away from
his new body, but he was stuck. He could feel his breasts shaking as
he sobbed, he could still feel Joe's cock thrusting between his
thighs.

	It was several minutes before Dan could bring himself under
control. He dried his eyes on a towel and sat down morosely on the
floor. More and more he felt out of his depth. If he went out again
would he turn into a slut again? Would he ever be able to control his
new body? If he couldn't bring himself under control what chance did
he have to help Simon?

	Outside the wall running around the house the tall man with
dark glasses watched with a cruel smile on his face. He hadn't
expected the new personality he had implanted in Dan to last long. But
it had done its job, Dan's confidence was utterly destroyed. With him
neutralised there was no one to save Simon from his inevitable fall.
This was too easy, he thought. Then he turned and walked off down the
road, his silver cane glinting in the afternoon sun.