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My Weekend As Denise - A Magic Depot Story By Cabinessence Author's note: I did go to college in the Hudson Valley area, but not to any of the schools mentioned. It all started as just another Friday afternoon in purgatory. I was waiting patiently for my girlfriend to call me so I could find out what our plans were for this weekend. Then it would be off to the campus ATM machine to get out the money to pay for it. I really loved Kathy and couldn't bear to be without her . We started dating in high school and even though we didn't wind up going to the same college, we really weren't all that far away. I went to SUNY at New Paltz while she got accepted at that venerable all woman's institution, Sarah Lawrence. I was laying on my dorm bed, well serviceable cot actually, listening to radio station WSPK-FM while I was waiting. It's a great top 40 station, well at least for here in the Hudson Valley region. Then suddenly I hear the old Steve Miller song, "Abracadabra". I hadn't heard that one in a while. Soon it starts to fade. Turns out that it was only a commercial for the new Magic Depot store. "Having a devil of a headache, well get rid of it with 'The Home Exorcism Kit' from Father Brown. Get rid of all those inner demons fast and easy. Now on sale at Magic Depot for $29.99." "Are you prepared when one of your undead friends comes to visit? Be sure with the new convertible sofa-coffin from Collingswood. Just remove the colorful plush designer cushions on top and open the lid to reveal a absolutely breathe taking velvet lined coffin. It is sure to guarantee all of your guests a comfortable daytime resting place. On sale now at Magic Depot." "Fool your enemies with the new Cabbage Patch Voodoo Dolls. They are so cute, your opponents won't believe they are cursed. And this weekend only, get a free set of Reznor's Razor Sharp Nine Inch Nails with every purchase. Reznor's, the one's to use when you want to inflict the kind of pain and suffering they won't soon forget." "Tired of all those pregnancy tests that just tell you if you are pregnant or not? Well the new Universal pregnancy test will not only tell you whether or not you are pregnant, but will turn crimson if you are delivering the devil's spawn, green if it's an extra terrestrial, and yellow if your child is the new Messiah. On sale this week at Magic Depot. Remember, if you should ever find a lower advertised price, we will transform ours to beat it." "Also remember that Cyclops always get 50 % off all designer eyewear everyday in our optical department We also stock a complete line of active sportswear especially designed for our centaur and minotaur customers in name brands you must know. And remember we always have in stock clothes to fit whatever or whoever you choose to become." " And this week only Ariel's Mermaid fishtail wax, for faster swimming performance, a 20 ounce jar is now only $4.99." "This week's witch doctors special is the new Shrunken Heads Gauge from Ronco. Are you having trouble controlling how small your heads have been shrinking? Do they come out looking like golf balls with hair? Well worry no more! The Shrunken Heads Gauge will inform you automatically when your head has shrunk to your own precise preset dimensions. And now we've even shrunk the price to an amazingly small $19.99." "And just in from the UK, Spice Girl DNA. Now you can be your favorite Spice. Can't choose one? Then get the special value combo pack containing all of the Spice Girls. Quantities are limited so be sure to act now. Remember you will always find the hottest DNA on sale at Magic Depot, your magic and fashion superstore. Magic Depot where we always give our customers more than just change. Remember, we are open late every night to help serve our undead customers. And next Tuesday, June Sybil will be at our store from 2 to 4 to sign copies of her new book My Doppeldanger:Myself. " I first had heard of Magic Depot when they were behind the lobbying effort to get Wiz TV on the Duchess County Cable system. That's where they spent most of their advertising dollars and they wanted to be sure to get some market penetration before the store opened. My favorite show on that channel was the game show "Tit Jeopardy". It was like real Jeopardy, but instead of betting money, a bevy of strippers, hookers, housewives, and even some drag queens would bet inches on their bust lines. Instead of the "Daily Double", there was the "Daily D-Cup" where the contestant could also increase their cup size. If they ended up in the negative numbers they would be turned into little girls to start growing breasts all over again. This was one of my favorite exchanges: "Alex, I'll take Historical Sexual Problems for three inches." "And the answer is 'Because of George's wooden teeth, Martha frequently suffered from this ailment.' Bambi." "What are pussy splinters?" "Pussy splinters is correct. Bambi, those three inches put you in the lead with 76 inches." I didn't go to Magic Depot the first week it opened, but two of my frat brothers did attend the grand opening at the mall over on route 9. One came back changed into the singer Jewel while the other had become the actress Melissa Joan Hart. Both had came back dressed to show off their new assets. Joe, who had become Jewel, was wearing a flimsy halter top with "You Were Meant For Me " written across it. It really did accentuate those fantastic full breasts. Harry who had become Melissa, was wearing a short skirt that showed off her great legs. And they were offering free tastes of their wares to anyone who wanted to partake. I had just spent that weekend with Kathy, so I didn't feel the need to take advantage of their charms as a lot of my other more deprived frat brothers did. I usually prefer a naturally born woman, to a DNA created simulation. Although I will admit I did make it with Jeff when he was Jennifer Aniston that one time. Well what is life at college in the nineties without participating in at least one Friends orgy? (The whole cast is usually mentioned on Casey's American Top 40 DNA Countdown each week) Besides, Kathy never got jealous of my fooling around with a woman who was going to be a guy again in a couple of hours. She felt that it wasn't anymore a threat to her than jerking off to a centerfold in a magazine. Still when you are having sex, it's hard to forget that there is a guy in the driver's seat and most have trouble shifting gears. Most men who become DNA created women have no clue as to how to fake a female orgasm. Most time it's like doing it with someone who memorized Meg Ryan in the deli scene in When Harry Met Sally. I had read that the famed "Stephanie Labs" had done a study of the effects of female DNA on the male psyche. They wrote that the sudden influx of female hormones due to the rapid physical changes was something that the male psyche was not accustomed to deal with, especially among first time changers . So the psyche will just let the female hormones take over and create a temporary state of non stop arousal. That is until the psyche eventually adapts and can once again regain complete control. I knew this from first hand experience. It was only just last summer when I tried my first DNA. Well the state wouldn't allow you to buy it legally until you were eighteen. They didn't want young kids to start suddenly becoming adults. However, that didn't stop some of the more adventurous guys in high school from trying it. This guy Adam in tenth grade had his older brother pick him up some Christina Applegate DNA before a party and well let's just say a lot of lonely guys lost their virginity that night. But back to my first time. I had a bad crush in high school on Alicia Silverstone. I had posters of her hung all over my bedroom walls. I had read in a magazine that she personally wouldn't do nude scenes, although she might let a DNA duplicate do one for her in the future. The widespread use of DNA now allowed stars in Hollywood to have their own complete body doubles. Legally they still owned the copyright to their own bodies and image, but that didn't keep some people from perpetrating some unauthorized usage. A friend of mine found a copy of "The Real XX Files" which showed a DNA created David Dulchovney making it with a DNA created Gillian Anderson and some women from the cast of Baywatch Nights(ironic since that show was called an X-Files clone). You also couldn't become anyone who had died because of potential fraud problems. This fact sent the price of Kurt Cobain DNA though the roof after he killed himself and it was pulled from the marketplace. DNA was even becoming collectable, the first price guide came out three months ago. But back again to my first time. Sorry to be rambling. I tend to lose myself talking about DNA. I took a good amount of my birthday money and went down to a local 7-11. They sold only the really popular DNA, there between the slurpees and the bags of Fritos. Although for some reason, a few of them also carried some popular Pakistani and Korean DNA. Well I knew they would have Alicia Silverstone, because she was number 8 in Billboard's DNA rankings for that week. Most of the time, you couldn't find any obscure or older catalog DNA in there. If you wanted to be Crystal Bernard or Samantha Fox, you'd have to go to a DNA specialty shop or now to Magic Depot. So I bought my two vials, the one to change back and the one to become Alicia Silverstone and went back home. I was scared to have anyone in my family see my secret obsession, so I waited til everyone else in the house was out for the afternoon. I borrowed my older sister's vibrator and locked myself in the bathroom. I first stuck myself with the first needle and put the sample of my own DNA in the first vial so I could change back later. Then I took off all of my clothes and injected myself with the Alicia Silverstone DNA. I felt extremely dizzy as I watched my image begin to ebb and flow in the mirror. My body felt like clay being molded by an unseen sculptor. It didn't take long before I was staring a very surprised and very nude Alicia Silverstone. I even looked better than she did in her pictures, sans makeup, and a little bit less chubby. However, my long blonde hair was a total mess, but it didn't take long for me to comb it so it looked okay. It stared at my image in the mirror and watched my hands as they began feeling the private parts of a body I always had wanted to touch. It wasn't long before I was bringing myself to a rapid succession of orgasmic delight. This is what the article had referred to as that overwhelming initial arousal state. I then grabbed the vibrator and felt what is was like to be penetrated for the first time. It was incredible. I closed my eyes and imagined it was my own penis screwing this heavenly creature. I was so hot and sweaty after about three hours of non stop orgasmic masturbation, that I decided to take a shower before changing back. While soaping up my erect nipples, they became like the hard fleshy ends of a pencil threatening to erase any desire to return to my masculine state. The hot wetness of my pussy mingling with the warm dampness of the shower combined to provide me with all the essentials nutrients of pleasure. How could she ever live with this body and not feel constantly seduced into this ecstasy? Maybe after years of being herself all the time she just took it all for granted? I dried myself off and stood before the mirror for one last look. My parents would be coming home soon and I felt I should change back before they arrived. I later wrote her a fan letter describing all the G-spots I had found. I wondered if I had found all of them or if there were some I missed. All I received was a form letter to join her fan club. Well at least fan club members do get a 20% discount on her DNA. I was still lost in my fantasy of Alicia when I was brought back to the reality of Kathy. The phone was ringing and I got up to answer it. "Hi, it's Kathy." "Hi love, so what's the damage going to be this week?" "Nothing, except maybe dinner at the Hut. I've got plans for just the two of us to be alone this weekend. And I think you should stay up here with me this weekend for a change." "Look Sarah Lawrence is still a stuck up school. You know that guys can't stay in a girls dorm room past eleven. That damn matron will be pounding on your door at eleven o one if I'm not out of there." "What if I said I got a way around it. Besides my roommate Denise is visiting her sick aunt in Boston for the weekend so I will have the room all to myself. " "You have something up your sleeve." "Yeah, some magic. Ha Ha. Look pick me up at six and we will go up to Vanderbuilt. I will tell you my plan there okay? I love you." "Okay. Love you too." The road that ran near the Vanderbuilt mansion was our favorite place to park and make out. I don't think I have ever seen a more beautiful sight that watching the sunset on the banks of the Hudson, unless it was watching the sunrise caressing Kathy's naked body in the morning. We arrived just as the sun was setting and soon after it was dark. Kathy suggested that we both get in the back seat. That got my curiosity up since I was the one who usually brought that up first. After we got in the back, I noticed a strange new bracelet on her wrist. "So what is that around your wrist? It looks just like one of those Medic Alert bracelets." "It's a Transformation Alert bracelet. I got it a couple a days ago at Magic Depot. They were giving them out for free at the grand opening as a promotion. It's to protect you if you get transformed and you aren't able to tell anyone what your original form is. It's made of this magic resistant acrylic. " I turned on the light in the car to read it. "My real form is Kathy Cohen, an earth female born in 1979. If found in another form, please take me to the nearest Magic Depot store to be changed back. What's this bar code on the bottom?" "It contains all the information the wizards at Magic Depot would need to change me back. They just put it through a reader at the store and the spell is revealed." "I can't believe how high tech magic has gotten these days. " "That's not the half of it. They were selling this Lojac Transformation Detection System. They put this magic resistant device somewhere in your body. So if someone transforms you and you wind up missing. Let's say you were turned into a bird and just flew away. The wizards at Magic Depot would only have to activate this device and they are able to track you down anywhere and change you back. They have a 99% recovery rate." "That's incredible." "That place is incredible. Their aisles are really wide, that's so all the zombies that shop there won't bump into anything." "I know, I saw that when they filmed a scene from 'Night Of The Living Bargain Hunters' at their Pittsburgh store. You remember, They came looking for deep discounts." "Six feet deep." We both said together laughing. "And just wait til you what they've got hidden down in their bargain basement." " There was something else neat there too. You know how IKEA has this play area where you can drop off your kids while the parents are shopping. Well at Magic Depot they have one too, but this one is run by a woman named Medusa. She must have been having a bad hair day because it looked like these snakes were coming out of her head. Anyway, the parents drop the kids off and she turns them to stone while the parents are shopping. When the parents are finished shopping, they just come to pick them up and the kids are transformed back." "What if the parents don't come to pick them back up?" "There is a sign saying that any kids left for more than thirty days will be sold as lawn ornaments." "Scary. So what were you doing there? You don't need a love potion while you have me." "I went down with Shelly, she wanted to pick up something there." "Shelley that fat girl from down the hall." "Not any more, she bought one of these instant diet scales. You set the scale for the weight you want to be and after you step on it, you are that weight. Shelley is now a sexy 110 pounds. " "Amazing, so did you get anything there?" "Well I picked up this at their cosmetics counter." She pulled out an antique looking lipstick case and started putting it to her lips. Except for her lips becoming a deeper shade of red, nothing else changed. I was so relieved. " So what is it besides ordinary lipstick?" "It's antique fireworks lipstick. Remember in the old movies when people started making out fireworks would suddenly appear?" "Yeah so?" "This is what they used. Kiss me and I'll show you." So I kissed her over and over again. Suddenly the sky lit up and became like the Fourth of July. I poked my head out of the side window to watch. "This is incredible. We should stop though, we might wake the neighbors in the next county. Did you get anything else?" "Just this." Looking out the window and watching the last burst of fireworks, I didn't notice that Kathy had pulled out two syringes out of her purse. I felt two stings and fell back in the seat caught suddenly in the familiar fluid transition between my own form and one unknown. I did soon realize, however that I was becoming female. But who? Huge sloppy tits with large nipples were trying to escape the confines of my tee shirt. After the changing had subsided , I looked in the rear view mirror and saw a somewhat familiar face staring back at me in horror. I had become Denise!!! "So this is the idea you had to get me in the dorm so I could spend the weekend." "Uhh huh." "It's not what I hoped, but it might work. However, you will change me back once we are safely up in your room?" "Maybe. " "What?" She looked back with a wicked grin, then said. "Look we need to get you into some of her clothes if you are going to be able to fool Mrs. White at the desk. It wouldn't look right to have those big tits flapping around in your tee shirt. I picked out a few things from out of her drawers, here put them on. " With that she threw a pile of clothes at me that included a bra, panties, a cotton white blouse, and a pair of flats and jeans. Well she was right, my boy clothes were useless and had started ripping as soon as I tried to get up. Denise was one of those women who would have a perfect figure if you subtracted a couple of inches from each dimension. She did have big tits, but she also had a big butt and big hips and she was only 5'1". She had long brown hair and a freckled face that was cute, if you looked at it from a 33 degree angle. She wasn't exactly my type, so maybe that is why I wasn't getting as aroused as I did when I had changed into women before. I took my time struggling into her clothes in the backseat of the car. Worst of all was the big 39D cup bra, the breasts seemed to resisting going back into their underwire cage. Those breasts seemed to have a mind of their own. Maybe that's why big breasted women weren't usually too bright, some of their brain mass must have come loose and took up residence down there. Kathy saw me struggling and quickly came to my aid. "All you guys know how to take one off, but you never take the time to learn how to put one on." "Well where's the fun in putting one on a girl? Oh that's too tight. How can she live with these things?" "Well if she didn't wear one, gravity would soon have her tripping over her nipples." " So how come you never want to do a DNA change? Didn't you ever want to be someone else?" "Well I might have at one time, but now I am not really interested." "Why?" "Look, I have better things to spend my money on. Besides I am going through that standard teenage identity crisis. I need to find out who I am first, before I can become someone else. Anyway, I can always be me for free." "All right that's better. Do I look okay?" "Well you look like Denise, that's what's important. And try to act more prissy like Miss Stuck Up roommate does. " We drove back to Sarah Lawrence. I tried practicing acting prissy, but it didn't feel right. But having a woman's body did help the general overall effect. But I was glad that prissiness was a recessive gene in most men. We came up with a plan to tell the woman at the desk that my plane was canceled and that Kathy had picked me up at the airport. I say that I would call my aunt and tell her that I would see her next weekend, since all indications were that she would still be sick. It worked, the guard was different than the one in the afternoon, so she didn't even notice I wasn't wearing the same clothes as Denise was when she left. We were soon safely up in Kathy's room. "So when are you going to change me back? " "I don't know, I was kinda hoping that you'd help me live out one of my fantasies." "And what would that be?" "I always was wondering what it would be like to make it with a girl. I see Denise's body naked almost every day, and well I get ideas. She's so much of a prude, she'd never go for it." "This is crazy. You have been listening to that 'I Kissed A Girl' song so much it has poisoned your mind." "Hey, I thought you found lesbianism exciting." "Not as a participant sport. I just like to watch." "Well you are always listening to Howard Stern and he is always having lesbians on." "You know there should be a disclaimer on his show that his fantasies don't necessarily represent those of the average American male. Even those with diminished genitalia." "Then what about the time you were Drew Barrymore at initiation. You seemed to enjoy that." "I had to do that to join the fraternity. It wasn't for kicks." What she was referring to, was the initiation to my fraternity. Two new pledges at a time were first blindfolded and then injected with female DNA. You didn't know who you were about to become until you were presented naked in front of the rest of the fraternity. The movie Scream had just come out so I was changed into Drew Barrymore while the other pledge Fred was changed into Neve Campbell. We then had to do what ever the other frat brothers desired. The first thing, according to tradition, was always a lesbian scene between the two new-girl pledges. I did enjoy it, but I was lost in my own male fantasies about Neve Campbell ever since I first watched Party Of Five. I never thought of myself as really being Drew until they wanted me to take pictures making it with an ET doll. That was a disaster, since no one was able to figure out what sex ET actually was and what I was supposed to do with it. Next we both had sex with anyone who wanted it. I just grinned and bared it since I knew that next time I would be able to watch two other pledges reduced to willing sex slaves. Most guys enjoyed it, that is except this one redneck pledge who found himself turned into Halle Berry and was supposed to get it on with a DNA created Toni Braxton. He ran screaming from the room and later joined this other fraternity where you had to be Jenny McCarthy for a year. I was lost in these recollections as Kathy sat down on the bed beside me and started playing with my huge new breasts. "Come on for one night, please. I am always indulging you in your fantasies, like the time you tried to make me have sex with a Tribble while you wore a Federation outfit." "But they made such a cute vibrating noise when I stroked them up against your pussy, I thought it would turn you on." "But I wound up with all these furballs stuck to my clit. Look can't you do what I want for once. Think of some of the advantages being a girl, you won't have to shave when you get up in the morning." "That small compensation for the loss of a penis." "Do it for me, please. You'll find that being a real girl is so much better that being one of those fantasy women. Let me show you." She leant over me and gave me a very passionate kiss. It was a deep French kiss with a bit of a Belgian variation. My mind said penis get hard, but my new body translated the word to nipples. I also started getting very wet between my legs. Denise's female hormones were now attacking my male psyche in full force. Maybe she wasn't really that much of a prude, she just needed the right bit of stimulation to get her mojo working. Maybe that's the real reason why it took me so long to get horny. It wasn't long before we were both out of our clothes and onto the bed. It was then that I realized that love transcended the body that you were in. I was with the woman I loved and the fact that I was in a woman's body didn't really seem to matter. Sure the arousal was different, the sensual reaction of unfamiliar body parts. I was also gaining an insight into what it felt like to be a woman in love. Somehow, the feeling didn't seem to be that much different from being on the other side. But what was most important at that moment was that the tongue that was in my pussy belonged to the woman I loved, not some horny geek to whom I had no attraction at all. I took a quick mental note of every place that I felt stimulated after I experienced the first of my many orgasms of the night. This way I was soon able to reciprocate to Kathy in kind. After we both became sweaty and exhausted, we just laid there in bed and cuddled, her somewhat smaller breasts resting against my larger and more voluptuous ones. My last thought before I fell asleep in her arms was that I made a damn fine lesbian. "Rise and shine sleepy head." said Kathy yelling from across the room. "I bet you never knew that Miss Priss had it in her." I said after yawning, my big tits bouncing as I stretched out my arms.. "Quite the contrary, she told me that when she's alone with her boyfriend Brad, she can't keep his cock out of her mouth or her pussy. Must be keeping all that sexual energy suppressed inside her for so long, that when the dam inside her breaks." "She needs a cock to help her plug it back up again." "Something like that." laughed Kathy. "Oh here's something that will help get you out of bed wide awake and fully refreshed. " She handed me a glass of a bubbly yellow liquid. " It looks like Mountain Dew or Perrier piss. " "Come on and try it. It's a new energy drink I picked up. Besides you'll need a boost for what I have got planned for us today." "I hope that includes changing me back." I took the glass and took a drink. It tasted sweet but it made me feel more whoosy than giving me an energy pickup. "I don't feel so good. It isn't doing what it's supposed to." I said as stumbled up to the table to look at what was on the bottle she had poured it from. This is what the label said. "Torvald's Old Fashioned Mind Control Serum .A Favorite Of Despots And Religious Fanatics For Over Two Centuries. Warning do not administer to anyone operating heavy machinery, do not mix with any other mind control or zombie inducing substance." "Don't bother with what's on the label. It's only just orange juice." Kathy said as my vision become blurry. Then it cleared again. Suddenly the label changed to OJ's O.J. with a picture of O.J. Simpson on the label. An inscription read "OJ says: You can get away with murder, but you can't get away with skipping orange juice at breakfast. What a great way to start the day." "What did you do to me?" I said as I slumped onto the rug in the middle of the floor. "I wanted you to spend another day with you as Denise and I figured this little drug I picked up at Magic Depot would take some of the resistance out of you." "But why?" "First I want you to experience what a normal woman goes through in a day. Maybe then you will learn to be more sympathetic to what I have to go through all the time. You'd never find that out becoming some DNA concocted beauty queen who will always be catered to and lusted after. But even more than that, I have always wished that Denise could be as good and as a close of a friend to me as you are, instead of the cliquish prig that she is. So now by you being her, she can be that friend at least for this weekend." "But I can't do it, not convincingly anyway. Last night I never felt like a real woman inside, I was a man trapped in a woman's body. My girlfriend's roommates body. I felt like a refugee from the Jerry Springer show. People are going to sense that." "That's why I needed the drug. You will now believe yourself to be Denise, as if you had been born Denise. Deep inside you will still be yourself, your wonderful personality and feelings for me will stay the same, but you will also know that you are my roommate Denise. You will act like her and answer only to her name. You will feel completely natural about being a girl as if you have always been one. After I change you back you will be able to remember all that has happened." That last command is why I can tell you what transpired during the next day. Back then though, I felt like an amnesia victim who had suddenly woken up and was told who she was all along. I knew inside that I was Denise, Kathy's roommate, but I had no past memories of being her other than what had happened the night before. The body felt entirely natural, as if it was the only one I ever had known . I sat there on the bed staring at Kathy waiting for her next instruction. "Okay, so what do two red blooded American girls like us do on a Saturday afternoon? What else? Go shopping. Come on let's shower and get dressed." I walked over to Denise's closet and picked out a fuzzy cloth bathrobe and towel. I then walked down to the bathroom down the hall. I heard Kathy's footsteps right behind me. Before I could close the shower stall door, Kathy jumped in. Now the real Denise would have been surprised and told Kathy to get out, but since she told me to be myself as Denise, I was ready for an encore of the prior night's happenings. Then again it wasn't like we hadn't showered together before as a man and a woman. But as two women it was different, first there was so much more to scrub, starting with my humungous hooters. Then there was the natural slipperiness competing with that supplied by the soap. I never knew getting clean could be so dirty. After all the places it was while we lathered each others private parts, our bar of Ivory soap wound up a lot less pure that it was when we started. We went back to 'our' dorm room to get dressed for our afternoon at the mall. I dressed conservatively as Denise would have done. This time, however, I knew instinctively how to put on a bra. Well at least this was turning out to be a learning experience This weekend being a woman, I figured, would be a great training ground if I ever had the desire to become a transvestite. But then it would only be for kicks. For that grand old art form of female impersonation was pretty much wiped out by the wave of DNA created impersonators. Why pay to see a guy made up to look like Barbara Streisand when you could see a lifelike DNA double or even become one yourself. When we arrived at the mall I noticed something different in my new female perspective. The word sale sent this electric impulse of ecstasy to my brain every time I saw it. Since we were both starved, we decided to get some lunch first. I was glad to eat at the mall, rather than to go dine on the food simulations they served up at the Sarah Lawrence dining hall. Kathy suggested we go to Friendly's and I agreed. Hey I always enjoyed their Reeces Pieces Sundae and with having a figure like Denise, getting one wouldn't make a difference at all. While we were sitting at our booth I noticed a guy at the counter staring at me. "Who is that guy over there?" I said to Kathy gesturing in his direction. "That's your boyfriend Brad. I thought that's why you wanted to eat here, Denise." There was a definite emphasis on her name. Suddenly I remembered that he was my boyfriend Brad. The one I was supposed to have had wild sex with. Suddenly I felt a wetness between my legs. Then I looked over at him with that stupid glazed over look that girls always look at their boyfriends with, I call it the happy zombie look. I couldn't understand why she was attracted to him, but I could feel something building deep inside me. He was tall and sort of a geek with dark brown hair and glasses with skin that showed the scars of a well fought battle against acne. But then again I was seeing him through Denise's eyes, literally. I guess who gets in our jeans is determined by our genes. I still may have been myself somewhere deep inside, but I was now seeing the world through the perspective of a nineteen year old girl. And I knew what he was going to be going after as I watched him put down his washcloth and head over to our table. "Well Denise, this is a surprise. I thought you were going to Boston to visit your aunt." "I was, but the flight was canceled at the last minute. I called and she said that she'll still be sick next week, so I'll go up then." "So you want to go out tonight. Get something to eat. I get off at six." "Sure." I replied. I knew I was giving him this seductive hungry look and it wasn't for food. "Okay, I'll pick you up at the dorm at seven." "Sure." This repetition of one word answers meant that part of me was even beginning to think like a girl, I was also starting to speak like one too. I was giving those typically female one word answers like "sure" and "cool" and "whatever" or "duh?" that women are accustom to giving to men so that makes it so hard to argue with them. After lunch, Kathy convinced me to buy something sexy for my date with Brad, something that would show off my boobs to their best advantage. She said that most of Denise's other clothes seemed to want to keep "Victoria's Secret" a secret or came from Frederick's Of Topeka, very conservative. So made me believe that my ATM card was really Denise's and had me withdraw enough money from the machine for a brand new outfit. We settled on a low cut red top that didn't leave any of my cleavage to the imagination and a short pleated black skirt. Brad picked me up at the dorm at seven and we went out to a sushi bar. I never was a fan of this type of food, but Denise apparently was and I had her stomach. Actually, I always felt that sushi bars were started by people who really didn't know how to cook. We sat there most of the night chatting mostly about him, thankfully. He was telling me things about his life that my brain put directly into it's recycle bin. But he seemed to take an interest in my opinions no matter how out of focus they seemed. After dinner we went dancing at a local punk disco, the band was "The Drano Boyz with rappers Fat Lip Ralph and the Notorious E.T.C. ". Brad left me alone at the bar for a moment while he went to the bathroom and some drunk asshole tried to hit on me. If I was myself I could have handled it, but I felt so weak and exposed. Fortunately, Brad soon came back and rescued me. I felt at that moment that I was so grateful to be his girl. We then left and went back to his apartment located near the campus of Marist college. He was nervous as he fumbled with the key, yet I could see that "I'm Going To Get Laid Tonight" look on his face. It was so strange to be seeing it from the other side, did I look that goofy to Kathy? Anyway as we entered his apartment I could tell that he wasn't all that experienced in sex, since he had a copy of "Orgasms For Dummies " on his book shelf. It was one of those typical dorm bookshelves made with cinder blocks and plywood taken off some nearby construction site. I think some colleges keep building things just to help their students furnish their dorm rooms. He turned to look at me, then walked over and held me in his arms. I wanted him so much at that moment. I reacted as I believed Denise would and prepared myself for the oncoming onslaught of mouth and tongue. It didn't take long before we kissing very deeply, deep even by Mariana Trench standards. It wasn't long til the kisses spread like wildfire to the other parts of our bodies. Clothes came off, one by one, in random order, and we were soon naked on his bed. He started sucking on my large breasts so hard that I thought some of my freckles would come off in his mouth. Then it was my turn to suck and I found myself giving a guy a blow job for what seemed to be the first time in my life. Let me tell you it wasn't as easy as they make it out to be in "Fast Times At Ridgemont High". Then came the sex. I made sure that he used a condom, since I was transformed using real DNA and not the off the counter stuff , I could get pregnant. If that happened, I'd be stuck as Denise til the baby was born. But that didn't interfere at all with the fun. We came up with so many positions to do it in, we could have written The Kamma Sutra Part II. The mix of what Denise felt inside mixed with the feelings of Brad's penis inside me. This pure raw sex drenched with emotion made me experience incredible orgasms one after the other as he thrust into me. It was worth being a girl, if I could always experience this type of warmth and pleasure. With every orgasm I became more lost inside my induced Denise persona. Having a dripping wet pussy with a cock inside made it difficult to remember ever being a man, but I did retain the basic instinct of knowing what a man wants from a woman in bed. After about three or four times, well maybe five they all blended together, we fell completely exhausted into each others arms. I was with the man that my body loved, and I felt safe and secure. Part of me at that moment could have stayed this way forever. He made me suck his cock again when he awoke with a hard on and I wound up swallowing a load of his cum. Not exactly my idea of breakfast in bed. But we did end up going out for a real breakfast afterwards, but I still had that salty sperm aftertaste in my mouth. I had become so lost in being Denise, being a real girl with a real man making love to me without any pretense of a fantasy. It wasn't until he dropped me at Sarah Lawrence and I was back in the dorm room with Kathy that reality set back in and I realized deep down inside who my true love was. "Okay you can stop being Denise now, but you will remember everything that happened . Because I want to hear all the details. Besides the real Denise is going to be back in two hours." With that Kathy picked a syringe and injected me with my own DNA. It wasn't long til I was literally my old self again. Of course I now looked ridiculous in that skirt. "So how did it go with Brad? " "Well I learned how to suck cock, I may even do it better than you." "Want to prove it." "Not on your life. But we did it about oh four times. He had more endurance than I do. Like he was full of this pent up desire and was finally letting go." "He was, I lied to you. Denise is as much a prude about sex as everything else. I just thought Brad was a nice guy and deserved to get laid after all the shit he has taken from her. And being a guy, you would know what a guy wants. Look like Denise will have a surprise coming when she goes out with him again." "You mean you made me believe I was this cock sucking nympho for nothing." 'Not nothing, you enjoyed it right? I bet it was better than any other sex you have had as a woman." "Yeah, you're right." "That's because you were a real woman experiencing real emotions and not lost inside some superficial sex fantasy. You were having sex because you wanted to please another person that you cared about, not just to get your own rocks off." "That's true and well now that we are back to reality, why don't I show you a real man's emotions for someone I care about." "You.." And with that we made love and it was better than it ever was because now I understood her, I knew what it was like to be a real woman in love. That is what I learned during my weekend as Denise. Too often we see women as just their facade, as an emotionally detached device of sexual pleasure. We see the photos in Playboy or images in a movie or on TV and we forget that there is an actual person with feelings behind those images. We will masturbate to the tits, ass, pussy, but never to their mind or soul. Can't they be just as beautiful or as exciting? Even when we become a physical DNA sex bomb, we are still just hiding behind that facade, even though now it is our own facade, just for the sake of pleasure. And we can never escape the idea that we are just that object of sex. Still it never felt real to me. But in being Denise, I was able to drop that facade since it never existed, there were no preconceived fantasies to overcome, and I learned what was hidden beneath the tits and the ass of a woman. The mind control drug made my perspective, Denise's perspective, and allowed me to become a woman inside and break through what was underneath the surface. To be able to combine the soul and emotions of a woman with the physical pleasures was just incredible. I loved my weekend as Denise and can't wait to spend another weekend as Denise, or Cheryl, or Lori, or Janet or...