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The Circus Is In Town
by Raven (raven75894@aol.com)

***

A guy enjoys a circus in all its aspects. (MMF, bi, 
mast, oral, tg, fantasy)

***

Author's Notes: This is a collaboration between Caleb 
Jones and myself, using an original idea of Caleb's. 
Recently, another author utilized Caleb's idea over on 
another website. I think this turned out much better. 
This is our first collaboration together, so be kind to 
us. Tell us what you think. Should we collaborate 
again? 

This story involves strong scenes of a very graphic 
sexual nature. If you don't like that sort of thing, 
you shouldn't read this. If you do... enjoy! I thought 
that it was very hot. 


CHAPTER ONE


A friend dragged me to see the circus that was in town 
today. I wasn't too surprised when he dumped me, almost 
immediately, to chase after a good-looking girl. I 
figured I probably wouldn't see him too soon, so I went 
on a few rides. 

There was a short line at the carrousel. Finally, there 
were only two of us left waiting for our turn. Everyone 
got off, and the pretty lady ahead of me got into the 
seat at the bottom of the ferris wheel. I started to 
head to the next available seat when she asked me if I 
would mind sitting with her. The ride made her a little 
nervous. 

I figured it was my lucky day. My friend might not be 
the only one to get a date tonight. 

The wheel started to turn. We rose into the air. She 
started to thank me for riding with her when we heard a 
loud explosive sound from below. I looked down to see 
smoke rising from the engine. 

I figured we were going to be stuck for a while, but 
the wheel still seemed to be moving! In fact, we were 
spinning faster. We were rotating much too fast to try 
and jump out, all of the while going faster and faster. 
I began to loose my equilibrium. Everything became a 
blur, as we both passed out. 

***

When I awoke, I realized that I was being carried from 
the ferris wheel by a man in a fireman's costume. He 
turned to a fellow fireman, remarking, "Damn! I was 
hoping I could give her mouth to mouth." 

He looked down and assured me, "Don't worry, your 
boyfriend will be alright. The paramedics have taken 
him to Mercy hospital, and we'll get you there right 
behind him." 

I wondered what the devil he was talking about. He 
called me a "she," and said that I had a boyfriend. I 
didn't have a boyfriend... I was a man! 

I looked down to see if I was hurt badly enough to be 
going to the hospital. The sight before my eyes, 
shocked me, to say the least. Either my vision was 
badly damaged, or I no longer occupied my own body. I 
certainly hadn't had a big bosom, with long hair 
flowing over the breasts to my waist when I got to the 
circus! 

I didn't have long to think about it as darkness closed 
in about me once more. I fainted. 


CHAPTER TWO


I awoke later, realizing I was lying on my back 
somewhere. An overpowering antiseptic odor assaulting 
my sense of smell told me that I was probably in a 
hospital somewhere. What had happened to me? I remember 
that something went horribly wrong with the ride at the 
circus and there had been paramedics attending me. 

The next thing that I realized was that somebody was to 
my left, holding my hand. 

I opened my eyes, spying the white, sterile walls of a 
hospital. I turned my head to the left to see who was 
holding my hand. It was a guy I had never seen before 
in my life. 

He wasn't just a guy, he was one of those heavily 
muscled body builders, with darkly tanned skin, and 
long blonde hair tied into a pony tail. He was the kind 
of a guy you just loved to hate because he always got 
all of the girls. 

What was he doing stroking my hand?!? 

The guy saw that I was awake, and spoke to me, with 
more than a little concern apparent in his voice, "I'm 
sorry Paige. I didn't mean to yell at you. I really 
don't want to fight, baby. Thank God you're all right. 
I was so worried when the hospital called me down at 
the gym." 

Paige? Baby? What the hell was this guy calling me by 
these names? 

Then it all came rushing back to me. The last thing 
that I saw before passing out was two very large female 
breasts... as seen from above! 

My free hand shot to my face, touching smooth, soft 
skin. My heart sank, even as it beat a million times a 
minute, as my sense of touch confirmed I was in the 
wrong body. 

It was a body that this guy knew... seemingly quite 
well. It must be body of the girl who was with me on 
the ride. The last thing I remembered was being on the 
ride sitting with a long-haired blonde. I pulled my 
left hand free of his grasp. Even though it may seem 
comfortable, and perfectly natural, to him, it 
certainly wasn't to me. I just didn't want him to touch 
me. I wasn't a homosexual after all. 

The second that my hand was free, I noticed, with a 
start, something that I hadn't seen before. There, on 
my left ring finger, was a moderately sized diamond 
ring, and a gold wedding band. My heart sank even 
further. I had a bad feeling about all of this! 

Here I was stranded with a strange man in a hospital, 
and trapped in the body of a gorgeous busty woman 
named... Paige. Suddenly, on top of it all, I was 
married! I could only pray to the heavens above that I 
wasn't with child. I might all ready have had a child. 
Considering the size of my new chest, I could even be 
feeding a child with this body for all I knew. 

I made a quantum leap of deductive logic, and figured 
that the muscle-bound man to my left was "my" husband. 
I realized I had three important things to do as soon a 
possible. I had to get rid of him. I had to find my own 
body, and, third, I had to try to fix this situation 
before it got out of hand, as if it wasn't already. 

I used the only asset that I had... his affection for 
the person that I appeared to be. 

"Baby? Why don't you go home? I'm tired and need to 
sleep." I figured "Baby" was a mutual term of 
endearment since he had already used it on me. 

"I want to be here with you. We need to talk." 

"Later. Okay? For me... Baby?" I smiled as sweetly as I 
could, and hoped it was a smile. My lips seemed to 
operate a little differently than my own had, and were 
coated with something. Lipstick? I had to keep the 
conversation to a minimum, lest I say something to tip 
him off that I wasn't really his Paige. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Uh-huh," I mumbled. I could only hoped that I was 
talking like her. She might have an accent or something 
for all I knew. 

"Okay. I'll see you later. I'll be back at work at the 
gym if you need anything," he stated, as he gathered 
his things. He picked them up, then bent over the edge 
of the bed towards me. 

Oh no, I thought. This jerk is going to kiss me. I 
though about turning my cheek to him, but before I 
could react his lips were on mine. I closed my eyes, as 
well as my lips, as tightly as I could, trying to 
picture him in my mind looking like my last girlfriend. 
Fortunately, it was only a peck on the lips. 

"Bye, Baby." the man wished me, as he turned to leave. 
"I love you." 

How was I supposed to answer that? 

"You too... Bye-bye," was all I could say. 

"I hope you mean that." he said, and then he was gone. 

I lay there for a second trying to get a grip on 
everything that's happened to me. It was just so 
unbelievable that I was now in the body of a woman. 
eyes could see the two large mounds on my chest but it 
had to be a dream, or more accurately, a nightmare. I 
pulled one hand up before my eyes. The fingers were 
slender and fine, with long French manicured 
fingernails and the two rings which I had noted before. 
I tried to pinch myself with those long nails, 
instantly feeling a stab of pain as they jabbed into my 
skin. 

This was no dream. 

I sat up, feeling needle like pain in my scalp, and a 
pulling sensation as something caught behind me. 
Reaching back behind my back, I pulled out a mass of 
golden blonde hair. It was straight and very thick, and 
so much softer than my own. It had a slightly fruit-
like smell to it. She must use one of those fancy 
shampoos made from food products, I thought. 

The image of the woman on the ride flashed before me, 
and I remembered that she had extremely long hair that 
went below her waist. That meant that I was laying on 
all of that hair. 

I reached around behind me a second time, raising my 
upper body, and pulling the hair free from my behind 
where it was trapped. However, the motion of picking my 
weight up, then down, caused a heavy jiggling sensation 
on my chest. Looking down, I saw again those big boobs. 
Now they were my big boobs! 

A nurse came in before I could feel myself up. 

"Oh. You're awake, Mrs. Hill. I'm glad to see that 
you're okay, now. A pretty girl like you shouldn't be 
locked up in a hospital on a day like today." 

"The other... guy? The one in the accident with me. Is 
he in this hospital also?" My new voice sounded so 
strange in my ears. 

"Why yes. He's right down the hall. In fact, he just 
woke too." 

"Can I see him? Can I talk to him?" 

"I don't see why not. Just take it slow. You've been 
through quite a trauma. The doctor said you could go, 
and the man from the circus has taken care of your 
bill. Just take it easy for a day or two. Okay?" 

"I will, nurse." 

She looked at me again. "Your boyfriend probably didn't 
mind but you might want to button your blouse. The 
doctor had me undo it to check your heartbeat. I think 
was the one who wound up with an erratic heartbeat, 
though. You really impressed him, girl! 

The nurse completed what she was doing, while I 
struggled to button the unfamiliar blouse. Then she 
left. Since there was nothing keeping me from going to 
see my own body, I decided to do just that. I swung my 
legs over the side of the bed. I noted, with dismay, 
that they didn't reach the floor. I actually had to hop 
off of the bed. It was totally embarrassing. I felt 
like a child again until the movement set those boobs 
to bobbling again. 

It was a total pain in the butt. They were very heavy, 
and it seemed that I was constantly aware of them. That 
wasn't the worst of it. On the first step away from the 
bed, I was acutely aware of the void between my legs. 
Those huge tits swayed with every single step. I 
realized how unlucky I really was because she had worn 
high heels today, the simple act of walking might be 
more then I could handle. 

All the way down the hall, I had to walk as slow as I 
could to prevent this body from moving all over the 
place. I almost sprained my ankle a couple of times 
from the high heels. How do women control all of this 
stuff, I wondered? Could they possibly, actually, get 
used to it? I knew I would never get accustomed to all 
of it. At each doorway I checked the name of the 
patient to be found on the inside. 

It was so weird. Everything seemed much taller and 
higher than it was before. I guessed from the 
difference in height, as well as my observations of 
Paige before we switched, I figured that I was no more 
than 5'3" tall, now. It was lot different than my usual 
6'1" stature. 

A few doors down, I found my own name, my old name, on 
the outside wall of a room. That meant she was inside. 
I swallowed hard, then took one step inside the room. 

There she... I was laying in bed, looking at me. I 
can't begin to tell you how eerie it was to see 
yourself across a room looking back at you. It was very 
surreal. Neither of us could say anything because we 
were just so stunned. 

Finally, I heard my old voice say, "Then it's real. I'm 
not imaging this?" 
The lips of my old body moved with each of the words. 

I moved further into the room. There was a chair beside 
the bed which she/he occupied. I decided to make use of 
it rather than to continue jiggling around. The seat 
seemed to be more cushioned than it had looked. Then I 
realized it must seem like that because of my new, 
larger behind. 

As I moved to take the seat, I commented, "Take my word 
for it. This is no dream. This is all too real. I just 
don't know how this could happen. It's impossible." I 
managed to smother a sudden urge to cry. 

My former body was silent. 

That prompted me to ask, "Do you know something." 

Paige started slowly. "I didn't think anything would 
happen. I-it's just that I had a terrible fight with 
Heath. Oh, you don't know who Heath is. He's my 
husband. Ever since we got married, he has been 
treating me like I'm nothing but a bimbo. I just got 
tired of it you know? So I ran off, and found myself at 
the circus. I was too afraid to go on the ride by 
myself, so I asked you to ride with me. We were just 
spinning so fast, and I was so scared on top of 
everything else, that I just wished I could be anything 
else... I wished I could be you. Then we were here." 

I was quiet. I felt sorry for her. I honestly did, but 
it was my body she had taken. I wanted it back! It 
figured that that muscle-bound idiot holding my hand 
would have a name like Heath. Why couldn't I get his 
body. Instead, I'm stuck in the body of a girl who 
could be a centerfold model. 

"We have to do something. I want my body back," I said 
softly. 

"I don't want to go back. I want to stay like this," 
was her reply. 

"No. You can't." 

She tried to ask me sincerely, "Haven't you ever wanted 
to know what it's 
like to be a woman? What it's like to be beautiful 
woman.? I don't know 
if you've seen a mirror yet but I can assure you most 
men...people tell me 
I have a beautiful appearance" 

This was a hard thing for a guy to admit, but every guy 
has wondered what it's like on the other side. If I had 
to be a woman, I would much rather be one like Paige. 
Still, I had a life. I didn't want hers. 

"Sure. Every guy has. That doesn't mean I actually 
wanted to be one." 

"Can't you stay like you are? Please? Try it for a 
while, you might like it." 

"No way. You have to go back to your own life. I have a 
life of my own to live. You just can't take my body 
against my will. It's just wrong." 

"I know. I'm sorry. I never thought my wish would 
actually come true! 
 However, I don't know how to switch us back even if I 
wanted to." 

"Try wishing. It worked before." 

Paige closed her eyes. Lines of concentration appeared 
on the forehead of my body. She opened her/his eyes, 
but we were still each other. 

"Well, that didn't work...". Then I got a bright idea. 
"I bet it's the carousel. 
It must be magic or something. We have to get back to 
the circus." 

Paige reluctantly agreed with me. Although Paige wanted 
to stay in my body, she at least recognized that it 
would be wrong. A few awkward moments later, we were 
properly clad in each other's clothes and ready to 
leave the hospital. She handed me her purse, and we 
checked out of the hospital. We hailed a taxi and 
heading back to the circus. 

Neither of us said much on the trip over. I don't know 
why she/he didn't say much, but my reticence stemmed 
from the myriad alien sensations that I was getting 
from my new female form. Everything from the feeling of 
a bra around my chest to nylons and a skirt were all 
very new things for me to deal with. It took all of my 
concentration to deal with the situation. 

When the taxi dropped us off, it was at an extremely 
empty field. The circus had pulled up stakes. 

"What are we going to do?" Paige asked me. 

She/he was so tall now, in my body that I had to look 
up. 

"We're going to have to find the circus somehow," I 
replied. 

"That's going to take some time. What will we do until 
then." 

"We're just going to have to pretend to be each other. 
You'll have to live my life, and I'll live yours. You 
do my job, and I'll do yours. What do you do for a 
living anyway?" 

She was reluctant to answer. "I-I'm a waitress. I work 
down at Hooter's. 
Do you know it?" 

I knew it all too well!


CHAPTER THREE


The two of us got back into the cab. I slid into the 
middle of the seat. The cab was large enough to hold at 
least three people, therefore, there was plenty of 
"personal" space between the Paige and myself.. 

I realized how odd it was to want some space from my 
own body. I couldn't help but wonder if it was a side 
effect of being a woman. It dawned on me that I could 
be this way a long time, if we couldn't find the 
circus. Even if we did, they might not be able to work 
the magic that had swapped our bodies earlier in the 
day. It might have been a number of factors that would 
be hard to duplicate, such as the time of day, the 
clouds in the sky, the wind or the speed of the wheel. 

As much as I hated it, I was going to have to get used 
to having this strange body instead of my own. We were 
giving new meaning to the saying "A stranger in a 
strange land." Not only was everything around us a new 
experience, but our own bodies were strange, too. 

Paige was the first to notice the funny look in the 
driver's face. She quickly analyzed the situation, 
brushed the long blonde hair away from my face and 
whispered in my ear. "You have to remember you are a 
woman now. Look at your legs." 

My eyes lowered to the skirt I was now wearing. It 
still stunned me to see a woman's body every time that 
I looked down. My legs were comfortably spread out, as 
I normally sat, taking up a lot of room. 

"What are you complaining about, Paige? You have enough 
room to relax. You should loosen up a bit. Spread YOUR 
legs out a bit like mine." 

"I will..." she said, "...but you can't! Look at the 
driver. He's drooling over the view you are giving him 
of my... private parts." 

I blushed a deep shade of red, feeling heat upon my 
face, as I realized what the driver was looking at in 
the rear view mirror. I instinctively crossed my legs. 
However, instead of crossing at the knees as I would 
normally do, the flawless legs kept going, not meeting 
an resistance between my legs, until they were crossed 
at the thigh. It all looked very ladylike, although 
done completely by accident. 

"That's better!" Paige nodded in approval. 

I, once again, was instantly aware of the absence of 
the male parts I had know so well. I was amazed at the 
flexibility with which my new legs had crossed each 
other at the thighs. I thought I could actually move 
the top leg up and down the side of the other, but 
didn't want to give the driver any more of a show than 
he had already done. The tight feeling of nylon between 
my two legs was another in a list of many new feelings 
I would have to get used to. 

Paige noted that we were getting back to the city, and 
asked me where we should go now. 

"We could go to your apartment, but your husband might 
be there. I'm not ready to see him like this yet. I'm 
not sure I'll ever be ready to see him again. We had 
better go to my apartment. We will be alone there, and 
we can show each other a little about how to be each 
other. It's obvious I at least have a lot to learn," I 
told Paige, as I looked down at my legs to illustrate 
the point. 

I gave the driver the address. 

"What do you mean by seeing Heath 'again', Steve?" 
Paige asked. 

"Oh, right. I woke up in the hospital, and he was 
there. I got rid of him pretty quickly, but not before 
he gave me a little kiss...on the mouth," I added, 
realizing the uselessness of keeping such information 
from her. She could hardly get jealous if her husband 
kissed her body, could she? 

"Yeah," she sympathized. "He can be nice, all right, 
but wait until you want to do something he doesn't 
approve of. He thinks I should just stay around the 
house, and churn out a baby each year. I'm tired of 
being treated like a second class citizen. I'm sorry 
you got caught in this, I really am... but I'm really 
happy to be 'the man' for a while instead of 'the 
little woman'." 

I was only just beginning to realize that I was going 
to have to adapt to more than just the body. I would 
have to adjust to other's preconceived ideas and 
notions about the body. As if this new body wasn't 
enough to deal with all by itself! To exemplify the 
point, the cab hit a pothole and sent my upper chest 
bouncing around like a bowl of jelly. I glimpsed the 
face of the cab driver in the rearview mirror leering 
at me lustily. 

Damn, I thought, I thought bras were supposed to 
control these things. Another thought suddenly occurred 
to me. I would have to stop referring to these boobs as 
things. They were now a living part of me. 

***

I love watching beautiful women in my cab, the cabbie 
thought. The best part is helping them enter or exit. 
This lady is one of the best looking chicks to grace 
this cab in quite a while. The way she had let me look 
up her skirt, until her boyfriend told her to cut it 
out, the image of her long thighs, and her pink panties 
are gonna stay in my mind all night long. And what a 
set of bazookas! 

The cabbie knew he would be fantasizing of this lovely 
babe when he did his duty with his wife that night. She 
had been attractive a long time ago, but had really let 
herself go. He cheered himself up by looking at Steve 
one more time. 

*** 

I wondered what the cabbie would think, if he knew that 
inside the beautiful body he was watching lurked the 
soul of a man. 

The driver pulled up to my address, to let us out. He 
jumped out of his seat, offering his hand to me, to 
help him out of the cab. To carry the illusion of being 
Paige, I took his hand. Besides, it was more difficult 
than I expected getting out, while wearing a skirt. I 
consciously tried to keep my legs closed this time. 

I looked up to thank the man, only to see his eyes 
staring down at my new cleavage. 

"Pay the man, Steve," I told the occupant of my former 
body. 

I was overcome by the urgent need to get away from the 
cabbie, and his leers at my female form. My first 
encounter with a male chauvinist pig, I whined to 
myself. It was funny enough to tell Paige, as we walked 
up the walk to the apartment building. 

"He's harmless enough," she said. "Wait until you get 
in an elevator, and some creep thinks he can cop a feel 
of your ass, or bump into your boobs 'accidentally'." 

"Does that happen often?" I asked, as we went into an 
elevator ourselves. I remembered all the times I had 
tried to poke girls in the chest while waiting in line 
back in junior high. At least I grew out of it, I 
thought. Somehow, it seemed a lot stupider now that I 
was on this side of the poke! 

"More often than you might think. There are a LOT of 
jerks out there, most of them seem to be guys. You 
seemed like a gentleman at the park, though. If I knew 
my wish would come true, I would have asked to get a 
jerk's body, so he would get an education. I'm afraid 
you will get that lesson instead, now, Steve." 

She continued, "I don't like to brag, but my body does 
seem to attract more than my share of MCP's. I guess 
I'll have to teach you how to deal with them, now, as 
well as how to act like a lady. You gave that cab 
driver quite a show back in the cab." 

We got out of the elevator, and I stopped in front of 
my door. I searched my pockets, or more accurately, 
tried to, I found no pockets in the tight fitting 
skirt. 

"Check your pockets," I told Paige. She looked in the 
pockets of her trousers, recovering a key ring. 

"Easier than searching though a purse." she told her 
beautiful former body, as she unlocked the door to her 
new bachelor's apartment. 


CHAPTER FOUR


I showed Paige around my apartment, guiding her through 
everything that she would need to impersonate me until 
we were able to get our real bodies back. 

"This is a very nice place that you have here. What do 
you do for a living?" asked Paige curiously. 

"I'm a mate with the Merchant Marine. Actually I work 
down in the 
engine room, maintaining all of the machinery. I'm out 
on ship for months 
at a time, so there's really no way to spend the money 
that I make. I just 
bank' it, and then sign up to go out on another ship. 
As a matter of fact..." 

I stopped in mid-sentence. I had been explaining my 
profession to Paige like I would be to any girl whom I 
just met. I momentarily forgot that I was now the girl. 
Not only that, in mid-sentence I remembered that I was 
scheduled to ship out in another two day's time. It was 
a big paying job, and one that had career advancement 
opportunities. At this late stage I could not get out 
of it! 

"What's wrong?" questioned Paige, suddenly concerned. 

I plopped down on his bed, feeling my large boobs 
jiggling as I did so. 

"Oh, God. How do you women ever get used to every part 
of your body moving in different directions at the same 
time? These tits jiggle every time I move, and these 
hips wiggle back and forth anytime I try to walk. I can 
actually feel my ass cheeks move up and down with each 
step. There are things dangling from my ears. It's 
enough to drive you crazy. 

And this hair..." I commented pointedly, reaching 
around and pulling a mass of heavy hair from behind me. 
That maneuver only succeeded in having another part of 
the long hair fall into my eyes. I brushed it away with 
a flip of one hand with a disgusted, frustrated 
expression upon my face. 

"It's just that girls grow up into it from a young 
age." Paige interjected. "I guess it's just something 
that you get used to gradually, so you don't notice 
anything unusual. Most girls get earrings when they are 
babies, at least all my friends did. Others get them 
when they become teenagers. You get used to them after 
a while. And you don't get big boobs in one day. like 
you did, Steve. I didn't even notice them getting 
bigger until my mom bought me a training bra. I learned 
how to handle them as they got bigger. Unfortunately, 
you are getting the full female experience, all at one 
time." 

"That's interesting but not much help, I'm afraid." I 
bemoaned, sadly. 
My voice came out weak and soft, like any emotionally 
distraught woman. 

"You're going to have to learn to get used to it 
anyway, and the sooner the better. What were you saying 
before, about your job, when you stopped?" 

"I'm scheduled to ship out on a new job in two days. 
I'm supposed to be out on the ocean for six months on 
this trip. If we can't get switched back, you're going 
to have to go out in my place." 

For the first time since this happened, Paige finally 
appeared to be concerned. "How can I pretend to be you? 
They'll figure it our right away." 

"No. It wouldn't be too bad. This was to be my first 
time on this ship. Nobody knows me, so that wouldn't be 
a problem. You'd just have to figure out how to run the 
engines. Let's not think about that, let's just find 
the damned circus." 

Paige asked, "How are we gonna do that?" 

I sat up and thought for a few seconds. I tried to prop 
up my chin on my hand, but was reminded of my current 
physical status by the feeling of a large breast 
flattening into my arm. Everything I did only served to 
remind me that I was in a woman's body instead of my 
own. 

A brilliant idea occurred to me. "Circuses have to get 
city permits to have a show. Maybe the city offices 
have a copy of the schedule." 

"I guess so," replied Paige flatly. Despite the 
potential problem with the ship, she was none too eager 
to give up her new male body. 

I frantically called the city offices. It took me a 
couple of tries to depress the right buttons on the 
phone with the long manicured fingernails on the end of 
each finger. Each time that I missed, I exclaimed, 
"Damn," softly, as if I ought to be able to do it 
perfectly. 

While the phone was ringing on the other end, I 
smirked, "Even these nails of yours are a pain in the 
ass!" 

His last comment forced Paige to remark with an 
irritated expression, "They're just fine when the shoes 
on the other foot, aren't they?" 

I didn't bite. "I never asked a woman to paint her 
nails in all my life as a man." 

Fortunately, I was saved from a debate by the voice of 
the city clerk on the other end of the line. In a short 
5 minute phone call I learned that the circus was due 
in a town about 2 hours from here. They were to be 
there for 3 days. After I hung up, I was only too happy 
to tell Paige the good news. 

I could hardly contain his enthusiasm. "Let's get on 
the road. If we hurry, we can be there in two hours." 

"What time is it now?" 

We both looked at the watches on our respective new 
wrists. It was just after 5:00 p.m. 

Paige chimed in, "We can't go now. Heath will be 
getting out of work at the club in about an hour. If he 
can't find me... er... you, he will go nuts. The guy is 
very jealous and possessive." 

"Well then, when can we go?" 

"The best time is tomorrow afternoon, while he is at 
work. That brings up another problem. I'm scheduled to 
work the lunch shift down at Hooters tomorrow." Paige 
advised analytically. 

"You don't mean..." I started to protest. I was 
interrupted by Paige. 

"That's exactly what I'm saying. You'll have to fill in 
for me. Heath and I need the money, so I can't afford 
to take a day off. Besides, after working a shift a 
Hooters as a sex object you may decide that you like 
being a girl. You might not want to change back, which 
would be fine with me!" 

"Not likely," came the reply. 

"We'll see," Paige said with an evil smile. 

"What are we going to do about your husband, Heath?" 

"Hey. He's your husband now!" 

"Whatever. The point I'm trying to make is that he 
knows you better than anyone. I may be able to get away 
with one shift at Hooters by faking a bad mood, or not 
talking to anyone, but he'll know that I'm not you. 
He'll sense something's wrong." 

Paige was thoughtful. "Hmmmm. Your right. He's is going 
to want sex tonight. He wants it every night. Not that 
I objected, mind you. That could be a problem tonight, 
though. Little things, like the way that you kiss him, 
or the way that you have sex with him, would be 
different. Even he would know something's wrong. And 
you can't beg off because of a period. I just had mine 
last week... I mean you had yours last week." 

I jumped up, setting all of my new bodily parts 
jiggling and swaying. "Hold on. I'm not letting any guy 
stick his dick in me.. I'm a guy. I ain't no homo!" 

"Uh... in case you haven't checked lately, you most 
definitely are not a guy. It wouldn't be anything 
unnatural at all. You should just relax, enjoy it, and 
see how the other half lives... and loves. If nothing 
else, it will make you the ultimate lover. Just think 
how good you'll be when you get back to your own body, 
and you know exactly what pleases a woman. You'd be 
irresistible!" 

That got me to thinking seriously. "Hmmmm. I hadn't 
thought of that. This is a unique opportunity to learn 
how you girls think. I've never understood you! It 
would be a shame to waste this opportunity..." 

*** 


Paige drew closer to him now. She placed one of her 
hands on Steve's large breasts. She had always read 
that women get infinitely more pleasure out of sex than 
a man. She suspected that if a man could experience 
that pleasure, it would be like a drug that he couldn't 
resist. If her guess was right correct, sex as a woman 
would be more addictive than cocaine. He wouldn't ever 
want to go back. If she could get him pregnant, and her 
maternal instinct kicked in, then it would be "fait 
accompli." Her whole goal was to trick him into 
sleeping with a real man! 

"I could show you some of the mysteries. I could show 
you what goes where and why." All of the while, she had 
been gently rubbing her former nipple. She could feel 
it begin to swell in response to her erotic 
suggestions. 

*** 

The feeling of nipples swelling on my chest, along with 
the sensation of a pleasant warmth and wetness between 
my legs, was enough to freak me out. I jumped back, 
away from Paige. 

"No. Stay away from me. You're right, it would be very 
interesting, but some things should remain a mystery. 
Otherwise, it takes all of the fun out of it. It is 
something that I would rather not know... thank-you 
very much. Besides I've already learned more than 
enough about being a woman already, today." 

"Then what other bright ideas do you suggest?" 

"We'll just have to tell Heath the truth!" 

"Are you mad? He'll never believe us, or even worse 
he'll think that you... I mean me... damn, I'm so 
confused... one of us... is trying to steal Paige from 
him. It could get ugly." 

"We'll just have to convince him somehow. How else are 
we going to explain a strange man hanging around your 
house teaching you how to be a Hooters girl? You're 
going to have to show me the ropes. You're going to 
have to show me how to walk, talk, dress... everything 
in order to last even one day as a woman. You'll have 
to tell me about all of the girls at your work, your 
boss, friends, enemies, etc." 

There was dead silence. Paige didn't know exactly what 
to say. Plan "A" went down in flames. She would have to 
think of some other way to get Steve into bed to 
experience first hand the glory of being a woman. It 
was something she didn't want anymore. In other words, 
she was ready to trade up for the power, strength, and 
independence of being a man. 

Paige had to rely on the fact that Heath's sex drive 
would overrule his knowledge. Hell, he may be even more 
turned on by the thought of a strange man's mind in his 
wife's sexy body. He was deviant enough to actually 
like something like this. 

Paige smiled, "Okay, let's go." 

"Could you at least do something about all of this hair 
for me?" 

She gesture me over, indicating that she wanted me to 
sit down, facing away. Paige went in to the bathroom, 
and grabbed a brush. For the next ten minutes she 
worked tediously to put my long silky hair into a 
French braid. 


CHAPTER FIVE


Paige got out as the cab stopped in front of her 
apartment. She walked around to the other side of the 
car to help me out of the car. I wasn't at ease yet in 
her high heels, and needed more practice moving around 
with the wider hips I now possessed. 

I still felt extremely disoriented standing next to my 
former male body. I continually had to stare up at 
Paige. Even with the heels, I was wearing, my head only 
came up to the level of Paige's shoulders. 

I wobbled just a bit as they walked up to the entry. 
Each and every step that I took sent my new female body 
to quivering and jiggling. It was so frustrating and 
distracting, yet erotic at the same time. 

I turned around to look at the cab. I could just feel 
the eye of another watching me. Sure enough, the cabbie 
had an expression of pure lust upon his face which I 
recognized instantly. The driver was undressing my 
luscious feminine curves with his mind. A shiver shot 
up and down my spine, prompting me to flee for the 
relative safety of the front door. 

Still, as I disappeared into the interior of the 
building, something inside of me made me linger for 
just a moment, and look back over my shoulder at the 
cabbie. Nobody had ever looked at me with such obvious 
desire when I was a man. In a way it was flattering, 
even if this wasn't my own body! 

The two of us displaced individuals mulled over "the 
plan" as we moved toward the elevator. I would go in 
first, and try to convince Heath that I wasn't really 
Paige. It was possible, even likely, that Heath would 
not understand. The most probable scenario was that he 
would think it a joke. Then, and only then, was I to 
let Paige in to convince Heath with facts that only the 
two of them could possibly know. Otherwise the initial 
presence of my real body would create the impression 
that something else was going on... something which 
Heath's jealous nature wouldn't let go of. 

It was flawed, but it was the best plan we could come 
up with. 

With the kind of day I was having, he wondered what 
chance the plan really had to work. I took a deep 
breath, and then plucked a key ring from out of the 
purse I was now forced to carry. Paige selected the 
right key for the door, then eased down the hall to 
wait. 

I opened the door, stepping cautiously into the foyer. 
The instant I closed the door, two rather large hands 
reached around my waist, finally coming to rest on my 
big breasts. The hands began to softly massage, and 
tenderly knead them, sending pleasurable sensations 
through my body. 

I turned his head to figure out what the hell was going 
on, although I already had a pretty good idea. It was 
Heath. I didn't even have a chance to command Heath to 
stop before a mouth placed itself over mine, taking my 
breath away with an incredibly passionate kiss. 

my knees grew weak, and actually began to buckle, as I 
was betrayed by the body I wore. My senses, not to 
mention the millions of nerve endings, were assaulted 
beyond the ability of my more rational male mind to 
control. 

I lost his balance again on the high heels, albeit from 
a much different reason this time. Heath's hands 
drifted away from my tits, one tracing its way down my 
slender torso to my back. The other parked itself 
around my heart shaped rear end. I was swept up in the 
air effortlessly, and was tenderly kissed, yet again. 

Through the torrent of mixed emotions and female 
hormones, I sensed that I was being carried elsewhere. 
I tried desperately to protest, but only managed to 
sound weak and breathless. The second that I tried to 
open my mouth, I felt Heath's tongue touch my own. I 
managed to grab the hair of the head that was kissing 
me. However, the meager strength in this body had long 
since sapped away. 

The totality of my actions only succeeded in creating 
the illusion that I was running my finger through 
Heath's hair, to pull him in closer in order to kiss 
him harder. It was an illusion to which Heath 
immediately responded. Despite the waning male protests 
deep within my mind, I eagerly surrendered to the full, 
open mouthed French kiss! 

Now it was even harder for me to concentrate on the job 
at hand than it was before. I knew only that I was 
placed down somewhere in a darkened room... on what 
felt like a bed. The realization that I was on a bed, 
with a strange man, was enough to rouse what was left 
of my shrinking male willpower into action. 

"Stop it... " I whispered, "... please." The soft 
breathless tone of my voice made it sound more like an 
invitation than an effort to halt what was about to 
happen. In truth, the body that I wore didn't want it 
to stop. 

I felt one hand undoing the blouse buttons while, the 
other snaked it's way with consummate skill under the 
hem of the skirt to my underpants. I parted his lips to 
protest again, but the hand in my panties found a spot 
that sent a bolt of lightning careening through my 
body. It was the most exciting, most thrilling, and 
most singularly pleasurable thing I had ever 
experienced in my entire life. 

I thought for a second that I was wetting my pants. My 
loins felt very wet all of a sudden. I idly realized 
that the pussy that I now possessed had to be extremely 
aroused by all of this attention. I had no basis for 
comparison to anything I had ever known before. The 
sensations were insistent... primal... and so 
completely feminine. 

The combination of pleasurable feelings, in turn 
releasing even more female hormones into my system, 
robbed me of all reason or common sense. The last 
vestiges of a male ego or consciousness retreated to a 
small dark recess of my new brain. All that remained 
was instinct... the animal that needed to be satisfied! 

I felt his hand reach out needfully to Heath's erect 
cock. I placed his tiny hand around the dick, and 
started stroking it in a way that I knew would enlarge 
it even further. It was very strange because of the 
startling lack of sensation that I felt I could feel it 
in my hand, but couldn't feel it on my body. I had half 
expected to feel the sense of an erection that I always 
felt when masturbating. I stroked it harder trying to 
produce some feelings from it. 

Suddenly, it spurted out it's cargo, and started to 
soften up. 

I felt the hand in my pants pull away, as the person 
next to me mumbled, "That was great honey. You wore me 
out. I need a nap. Wake me up when dinner is ready, 
OK?" 

The body then rolled away from me, and the dick slid 
from my hand. 
There was a grunt of pleasure from my companion, who 
started snoring. 

That is when it dawned on me that I had not been 
masturbating myself, but giving another man a hand job. 
That would explain why I neither felt the sensation of 
an erection, nor the release of an ejaculation. I was 
still filled to bursting with so much sexual energy and 
desire, that I thought he was going to scream. 

Despite the reality that, underneath my skin, I was 
really a man, I couldn't handle the emotions that 
welled up within me. I now knew feminine sexual 
frustration. I needed for this body to be satisfied. It 
was hard to ignore the urge from the void between my 
legs to be filled. In the blink of an eye, I was 
completely disrobed. I plunged one finger into my hot 
new cunny, while I rolled an erect nipple between 
finger and thumb of the other hand. 

I was so lost in the needs of my body that I was 
startled when Heath grabbed me, pulling his body toward 
him.. Heath must have heard my low moans of pleasure, 
and was awakened by them. Heath was very hard again... 
he must have been watching me pleasure himself. In one 
strong thrust, Heath penetrated me. He began to make 
passionate love to the body he thought was his wife. 

The unique thrill of being penetrated, of having 
another living being within me, shattered any 
resistance that remained within me. 

Paige had been absolutely correct. The erotic 
sensations of a female body was something no man, with 
his preoccupation with anything remotely sexual, would 
be able to resist. They were more addictive than the 
strongest narcotic. 

That was the cosmic joke. Men, with their constant 
pursuit of sex, were much better suited to be contained 
within the vessel of a woman, who was built for sex. 
Women, on the other hand, who could concentrate on 
things other than sex, were much better suited for the 
body of a man. A woman's practical, rational nature was 
much better suited to manipulate the environment in the 
powerful body of a man. 

Only once before had nature, of all things joined the 
perfect spirit with the perfect body... Marilyn Monroe. 
Now magic, had recreated that perfect union. 

Steve practically radiated sexuality from the fusion 
reaction. 

An overwhelming warmth and euphoria swept through my 
entire being. Simultaneously, I wrapped my silky legs 
around Heath's waist, tilted my hips up to meet his 
thrust, and pulled Heath's head down so that his hungry 
lips could kiss mine. 

Our lips parted long enough for me to utter but one 
word... the "yes" of unconditional surrender! 

In 30 minutes, it was all over. My boobs were still 
tingling, and the nipples were engorged, in the 
afterglow. They felt full and tight as I massaged them. 
And my... pussy... was sooo hot, and wet with the sperm 
of Heath. It was becoming hard to remember that I was 
ever a man inside this strange, yet fascinating body. 
However, remember I did. 

My efforts at trying to convince Heath that I wasn't 
Paige hadn't met with any success. If anything, Heath 
would now be convinced that I was Paige! It was time to 
retrieve the real Paige from the hallway. 

I got up so that I could get dressed, picking up the 
lacy underwear. As soon as I stood up, warm sticky cum 
began to leak from my vaginal crease onto my inner 
thighs. I threw the bra and panties that I held in my 
dainty hands back onto the floor in disgust, and walked 
to the bathroom. I rushed to the shower. I...


CHAPTER SIX


I re-entered the apartment of Heath and Paige. It was 
my apartment now unless I could think of something 
quickly. The prospect of spending the rest of my life 
as Paige... as a woman... made me tremble all over. 

I flopped down into the nearest chair, which seemed to 
positively swallow me up. My breasts bounced around in 
the bra before settling down. The disparate sizes of my 
new body and the chair only served to remind me of the 
tiny nature of my new physical stature. That, in turn, 
only upset me more. 

I leaned forward, burying my smooth face into my hands. 
This too only served to remind me of my newfound 
womanhood, as my soft boobs pressed into my slender 
forearms. God, I might have these tits for the rest of 
his life unless I can find Paige. I stared down at the 
woman I had become, trying to imagine living the rest 
of his life like this. 

I began to sob uncontrollably. This was another new 
aspect of my unfortunate circumstances. I no longer 
possessed the ability to tightly control my emotions. 
Whatever I was feeling just welled to the surface to be 
expressed! 

Not only was that a problem, but I noticed that it was 
becoming increasingly difficult for me to focus and 
concentrate. It didn't make any sense. I was usually as 
sharp as a tack, famous for thinking quickly on my 
feet. 

The name "bimbo" stuck in my head. Paige had used it. 
It was the way Heath had treated her. I gasped with the 
meek little voice that I now had. What if Heath treated 
her like a bimbo because she really was dumber than a 
sack full of rocks, and not because he was sexist. That 
meant that I had inherited the same diminished thought 
capacity that she had. 

No! Paige had seemed pretty bright to me when we 
talked. Of course, she was using my body and brain now, 
so that didn't prove anything. I could still be turning 
into a simpleton in this strange new body. 

That wasn't what really horrified me. I wasn't 
despondent because I was now a woman, or even a simple 
woman. I was depressed from the fact that I was 
starting to like being a beautiful woman. I loved 
having sex as a small, soft, luscious woman, and not 
only that but I wanted more... much more! 

I wept even harder because I knew I was losing himself. 
I was becoming someone I didn't know. Still, I couldn't 
think of what to do about it, so I just curled up into 
a ball into the chair. I wrapped his arms around my 
knees and rocked back and forth, crying my little heart 
out. 

By and by, I heard a male voice, that I recognized to 
be Heath, question, "What are you crying about Paige. I 
didn't hurt you while you and I were...?" 


I looked up to behold a very confused Heath. Of course, 
he would be confused. He had just made mad, passionate 
love to his wife, and here she was bawling her fool 
head off. He didn't know what exactly was going on, but 
he could sense something was wrong. 

However, the second that I saw Heath's face, a 
potential idea flashed into my mind. I remembered that 
Paige told me that Heath was very jealous and 
possessive. I could make up a story that "Steve" had 
made a pass at me, or even worse, had sexually 
assaulted me. Heath would move heaven and earth to find 
"Steve." I would have to play the part of the 
victimized woman, in essence pretending that I really 
was Paige. I could point Heath in the right direction 
by adding little facts, such as where "Steve" lived, 
what he did, etc. 

My initial hope was dashed rapidly as I considered the 
potential downside to this course of action. If Heath 
really was nuts, he could end up killing my real body 
in a fit of jealous rage. Then I would still be in no 
better position than I was now. Even worse, if I showed 
too much information about "Steve," Heath may think I 
was a slut or a whore, and beat me! That prospect 
didn't exactly thrill me. Heath might as well be a 
giant to me now that I was in this tiny new feminine 
body. 

There was still the option of trying to convince Heath 
that Paige stole my body. Then we could look for her 
together. It was so hard for me to pick... so hard for 
him to make a decision. Time was of the essence. 

Heath noticed that my silence seemed to stretched on 
and on. He inquired, "Do you have something that you 
want to say to me? You're not pregnant or something are 
you?" 

"N-no," replied I weakly. At least I hope not! I 
thought to myself and prayed to any gods who might be 
listening. If any of Heath's sperm made its way into my 
new female plumbing.

I trembled at the though of my stomach swelling out 
like a balloon, and the thought of actually giving 
birth. It made me want to cry again. 

"Then what is it? What is it, damn it?" Heath demanded, 
growing impatient. The tone of his voice prompted me to 
make a snap decision, be it for good or ill. It would 
be the truth! 

I looked up at Heath with tears still in my eyes, 
informing him, tentatively, "I know that this is going 
to be hard for you to believe, but I'm not Paige. I'm 
not your wife." 

Heath eyed me suspiciously, "Yeah... right. What kind 
of stupid game is this? I don't have time for this 
Paige. The game's gonna be coming on in a few minutes." 

I answered solemnly, "It's not a game. I only wish it 
was, or a nightmare that I could wake up from. It's 
not. I'm trapped in your wife's body." 

Heath laughed. "Okay, okay. I'll bite. If you aren't 
Paige, exactly who are you?" 

I hesitated for just a second before answering. I knew 
that convincing Heath that someone else was trapped in 
Paige's body was a hard sell, but my next statement 
would be worse. "Uh, I'm a man. My real name is Steve, 
and..." 

Now Heath really began to get angry. "That's enough. 
This isn't funny at all. Just go make dinner, damn it," 
he exclaimed, raising his voice. 

Heath's surge of anger made me sink further into his 
chair in fear of a violent reprisal. The man was huge 
compared to the female body that adorned my soul. 
However, it wasn't enough to make me give up my gambit 
and resolve. 

"I'm telling the truth. You've got to believe me. Ask 
me anything. Ask me things that only you or Paige would 
know," I yelled back at Heath. 

That made Heath to stop for a moment. "Okay, okay. 
There's no reason to get upset about this. I'll play 
your little game. All right?" 

For the next 15 minutes, that is exactly what the two 
of us did. Heath quizzed me on every aspect of he and 
Paige's life. The subjects varied from the intimate to 
the mundane, from the profane to the sacred. In each 
and every case, I knew nothing. All I could do was make 
stupid guesses. 

"So. Are you convinced that I'm not Paige?" I posited. 

"Just because you didn't answer my questions? Of course 
not. That proves nothing." 

"I didn't answer anything correctly," I protested. This 
was going downhill fast. 

"Or, you didn't answer right on purpose to try and 
convince me that you aren't yourself." 

Now I really felt like crying again. "There has to be a 
way to persuade you that I'm not Paige. There's just 
gotta." 

I had an inspiration. "You like sports! I know a lot 
more about sports than Paige must have known." 

Heath looked at me with a curious expression on his 
face. "I know one way that you could convince me for 
sure." 

That made me extremely excited. I had a chance. "What? 
Just tell me what it is, and I'll do it." 

"Well Paige had a very unique way of performing oral 
sex. Give me a blow job. If you're not Paige, I'll know 
right away." 

My heart sank. "No," I moaned. "I can't!" 

"It's your choice. It's the only way that I'd know for 
sure!" 

Everything seemed to race around in my mind. I tried to 
think of another way, but it was just no use. I had 
gone much to far down the road that I had chosen. There 
was absolutely no way that I could backtrack to option 
number one. There was no way that Heath would believe 
that now. Still, that damned clock kept ticking. 

I looked over to where Heath sat upon the couch. He was 
clad in only a robe, since he came right out from the 
marital bed when he heard the person that he thought 
was his wife crying. As I looked at Heath, he opened 
his robe and showed me his rising manhood. 

I had no idea what was worse: the fact that I was about 
to perform the ultimate act of submission that a woman 
could do for a man, or the fact that my heart was 
beating so fast in anticipation of the act. My nipples 
tightened, and my pussy got wet once more. Yet again, 
my body was betraying me. 

I couldn't even say a word. There was no need. I got up 
from my chair, and cautiously inched over to where 
Heath was sitting. I slowly bent into a kneeling 
position, reaching up to untie the belt of the robe, 
and completely uncover the pulsing manhood Heath had 
revealed. When I spread the sides of the robe from the 
very male body in front of me, I was confronted by a 
fully erect example of the manhood that I myself had 
recently lost. 

I placed his hands on Heath's rippled washboard 
abdomen. It was the kind of a stomach that I once 
wished that I could have when I was a man. I wasn't a 
man any longer. My fingers traced my fingers toward 
Heath's loins, but avoided touching his cock for as 
long as possible. The penis was purplish-red as it was 
quite engorged with blood. The shaft was extremely 
rigid, with veins and ridges raised along its side. A 
droplet of pre-cum appeared upon the tip of Heath's 
cock. 

Suddenly a wave of hormones ripped through my body. I 
realized that I had been licking my lips during the 
visual inspection of Heath's manhood. I leaned forward, 
before I could think about what I was doing, and took 
the head of the dick into my mouth. 

The sensation of having a male organ in my mouth was 
too incredible for me to describe. I could feel a 
throbbing of my own in my moistening pussy. 

I slowly began to work my mouth up and down on Heath's 
long erect cock. It seemed so much bigger than my own 
as his memory recalled. Of course, I had never seen one 
so close before, in quite this way. Heath placed his 
hands on either side of my head. He intertwined his 
fingers into my long braided hair and tugged the french 
braids apart. He grabbed the hair that had come undone 
and pulled me closer, forcing his dick even deeper into 
the throat of the person he believed to be his wife. 

One of Heath's hands disengaged itself from my now 
loosely flowing hair and pulled apart my blouse, 
sending the buttons flying. Heath tugged the bra down 
and off of my heaving bosom. I felt yet another wave of 
wetness soak my loins. 

I didn't try to pull away, I didn't try to escape. I 
realized I wanted this now just as much as I expected 
Heath did. I couldn't even pretend it was his prick any 
more, like earlier, it was all too separated from my 
groin now, and it no longer mattered. I just closed his 
eyes, enjoying the feel of having the rigid manhood 
slide in and out of my wet, warm mouth. I ignored the 
gagging reflex of having something so deeply into my 
throat, and buried my nose all the way into Heath's 
pubic hair. 

This was so very different than the times I had 
pleasured my old girlfriends with my old male lips and 
tongue. 
. 
I was so lost in the intoxicating sensation that he was 
experiencing that I didn't realize that one of my hands 
had reached up to Heath's balls, and was fondling them. 

Shortly, I felt the cock in his mouth grow harder 
still. Then I tasted warm salty liquid spurting into 
the back of my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed until 
it was all gone. It was Heath who had to disengage me 
from trying to suck out more cum from his dwindling 
penis. 

I licked the stray droplets of his cum from my lips. It 
didn't taste as bad as I thought it would. In fact it 
even tasted... delicious? Then I looked up to him, from 
my submissive position to inquire, "Do you believe me 
now?" 

"Yes," assured Heath. "I believe you, but I already 
knew. Something was weird today." 

"W-what? H-how?" I stammered wide eyed. 

"The way you fucked me in the bedroom. Paige is never 
that passionate. 
She usually just lays there, like a dead body." 

"T-then the blow job..." 

"Just to make sure. Paige never gives me head. She 
thinks it's too disgusting. It was a trick question!" 

I felt like calling him a "bastard" for using me this 
way. I felt like getting up and punching him, but I 
knew that I wasn't his physical equal. Now that he knew 
that I was really a man in his wife's body, he was just 
as likely to hit me. I had to repress my outrage at 
what had just happened to make a plea for his 
assistance. 

"T-then you'll help me then. You'll help me find my own 
body, and put things right." 

"No. I like things just the way they are now. You are a 
much better lover than Paige ever was. It's like your 
soul was meant to be in her body. I don't want to give 
that up." 

Now I did rise up and try to pummel him with my small 
fists. They just bounced harmlessly off of his broad 
chest. He plucked my hands away from his chest with his 
much larger hands, like I was little more than a 
nuisance. 

Then Heath asked me the most important question of my 
life. "Do you even want to find her? You enjoyed it 
just as much as I did. I could tell. Search your heart 
and ask if you really want to give up forever the 
pleasure that you just experienced. You would never be 
able to feel that joy ever again... " 


CHAPTER SEVEN (Epilogue) 


Exactly 6 months, and 2 days later...

Paige disembarked from the merchant marine vessel, 
"Abraham Lincoln." It had been an eventful voyage to 
some of the Scandinavian countries, that afforded her 
the opportunity to test, then perfect, the techniques 
of her new male equipment. Each encounter only served 
to confirm her initial impression after the switch. She 
didn't ever want to go back to being a woman again. 

She enjoyed the power, the respect, and strength of 
being a man. Now that she had Steve's body, she seemed 
to even learn and think faster. It didn't take much 
time at all to figure out and master the engines of the 
"Abraham Lincoln." 

She did feel guilty about stealing Steve's body at 
first. However, that night, when he didn't come back 
out from the apartment, she knew he had ended up in bed 
with Heath. Paige was confident that Steve had taken to 
his new status, just as she had done with hers. That 
initial guilt faded quickly. 

Paige was really quite shocked when she saw her former 
body, and Heath locked in an embrace, and kiss at the 
bottom of the ramp. They were both unaware of Paige's 
approach, as it was obvious they were lost in each 
other. 

Paige alerted them to her presence when she got to the 
bottom of the ramp, by saying sheepishly, "Uh, hi 
guys!" 

When they disentangled, and turned to face Paige, in 
Steve's body, she got the second biggest shock of her 
life (the first would, of course, be getting Steve's 
body). The breasts of her former body were three times 
the size than when she last saw them. Steve had gotten 
them surgically enhanced! 

"Oh my God," exclaimed Paige, in her masculine voice 
before either Steve or Heath could say anything. 

*** 

I looked down at myself, and thought, It's the boobs. I 
should have known that she wasn't ready for that. 

"Hello Paige," greeted Heath. 

Paige's stare was directed away from my chest to 
Heath's face. However, before addressing him she looked 
back once more at my boobs. That stare, as it always 
did from a man these days, made me swell with feminine 
pride. 

Heath had been right, naturally. He was always right. I 
did want to stay as a woman. The pleasure of making 
love to a man as a girl was too much for me to give up. 
Once the decision was made, and I relaxed, the rest had 
been easy. 

I never had to make decisions again, which was okay 
because it was usually beyond my ability to understand. 
I let all the thinking up to Heath, and he took care of 
me. 

I just concentrated all of my thoughts on one thing... 
men, and turning them on. It was the only thing that I 
was very good at, which was okay by Heath. I made much 
better money as a stripper than I ever did working at 
Hooters. 

Then again I couldn't be too sore about Hooter's. It 
did get me my start. Oh sure, the first couple of days 
were tough. It was hard to get the hang of taking 
orders and all, what with my scatterbrain and all. 
However, everyone just figured that I was being my air-
headed self. After I accepted the fact that I really 
was a stupid bimbo now, I didn't get that upset 
anymore. It turns out that life is a lot easier if you 
don't worry about all of those silly things that I used 
to worry about before. 

Again, it was at Hooter's that I first realized that I 
loved to have guys other than Heath look at my tits, 
and the rest of my body. I actually wanted the bigger 
implants because bigger boobs meant bigger tips. The 
guys appreciated it anyway! 

Shortly after getting the bigger boobs, Hooter's put me 
in their national calendar. I have to admit that I 
liked posing in those cute orange shorts and the skimpy 
top. Heath said I was a natural in front of the camera. 

Stripping just seemed like the natural thing to do. 
That's when I began to pull in the big money. Heath was 
right again. He once said it was like I was meant to be 
in this body. I took to it, and to stripping like a 
fish does to water. 

I wondered how Paige would react to the big news. Next 
week I had an audition for a porn video, "Big Boob, 
Blow-Job Babes." I knew I was excited! 

I must have been spacing out, like I sometimes did, 
because I missed Heath's entire explanation of things 
to Paige. I only caught the last thing. 

"... . and so, Paige and I would like you to move in 
with us. With the extra income from her stripping, we 
were able to buy a little house." 

Paige responded, "I wouldn't want to intrude. It looks 
like you guys are very happy together. I'm just glad 
everything turned out okay." 

I reached over to Heath, and curled my hand up into 
his. I preferred to let him do the talking for both of 
us these days. 

"No, no. You don't understand Paige." 

I uncharacteristically interrupted him, "Call him Steve 
now, Baby. I'm Paige!" 

"Right. Anyway Steve. We want you to move in with us so 
that we can start a ménage a' trios. Paige and I talked 
about it, and we decided that there was no reason that 
you shouldn't be able to enjoy being with your old body 
while your off the ship. Paige here is going to take 
care of both of us." 

Paige looked at me with a totally shocked look on her 
face. I just giggled, and nodded my head in the 
affirmative. Even now, the thought of having two guys 
at the same time was making me all hot and bothered. 

Her eyes drifted downward to my gigantic tits. She 
smiled an enthusiastic smile. That smile alone was 
enough to make my nipples harden. 

I handed Paige a copy of a magazine that I had been 
hiding. It was something that I was very proud of. 

"Here. This will give you an idea what's waiting for 
you." 

It was my feature layout in "Bra Busters" men's 
magazine. I thought that she would appreciate the irony 
of it. I started out the layout in clown makeup, but 
ended with sexy, in the buff poses. The title of the 
layout was, "The Circus is in Town." 

FIN

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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