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"The Gadget" by Cj Wenhurst "I've got it." John said, putting the last dab of solder on a small printed circuit card. A small stubby antenna was attached to the end of what appeared as a modified bulky remote control of some sort. Jim sat back in his small makeshift lab with soldering iron in hand as the small trail of smoke from his last connection twirled up and around the soft florescent shop light. His chair creaked lightly on it's wheels as he leaned back and admired his work. The cluttered dusty basement was silent except for John talking to himself and an occasional meow from his cat, Charlie, who stalked mice there and scratched constantly from flea infestation. The area was trashy from neglect with old parts and small wired circuit boards, all failed or partially working devices which performed one small function or another during Johns experimentation. "This thing is going to be incredible if it really works. I can't believe it's actually finished." John blurted. "Now all I need is some batteries and something to test it on." John scanned his eyes around the room looking for the rare sized battery which would power the newly built device. Across the room on a shelf above some dusty jars which contained preserved dissected frogs, were a few old small batteries lightly leaking of electrolyte but were just the size John needed to power his project, at least for testing purposes. John proceeded to get up and retrieve two of the batteries. John was a stocky, short-whiskered, 23 year old college graduate who loved to tinker in the lab with the hopes of making something which would revolutionize the world and make him rich. He often left his phone off of the hook as to not be bothered with annoying calls from girls who always wanted to take him away from his lab, so he could continue his near-obsession with tinkering. On occasion, one of his friends would stop by to check on him or contribute to his projects with ideas or supplies. John would vacantly stare at any girlfriends his friends would bring down in the lab and he liked the perfumes they wore since it broke the lab stench he was not so fond of. Many of his visitors would warn him of the dangers of some of his experiments particularly when it involved electricity and living flesh but John didn't pay much attention. As John grabbed the battery, he took note of the electrolyte ooze each had and made a mental note to one day research finding more of the unusually sized batteries since these were almost unusable. He grabbed the circuit board and snapped the batteries in place one at a time. He placed the circuit board in a black box with the many control buttons protruding from the front panel of holes, then placed the battery cover and screws on it. The antenna was fixed in position, precisely tuned and required no adjustments. John then fumbled for some notes containing the many parameters needed to operate this strange box. After several minutes of punching in various combinations of program codes, much like a tv remote control, John was ready to test this new device. "Here Charlie!" John called to his cat which had just sprayed its male mark on Johns concrete basement floor as male cats are sometimes prone to do. The cat proceeded to purr and walk innocently to John. John grabbed the cat, looked briefly at the puddle it had just made and placed the cat on a stool far on the other side of the room. "Now, let's see if this thing actually does anything at all." John said aloud to the cat. John took about ten steps away from Charlie, turned around and began to press another series of combinations of buttons on the box, this time with the antenna aimed at Charlie and with the power switch set to "ON". John then pressed a button marked "GO" and held it down for a only a second. The box started to make strange buzzing noises. As the box began to make the sound, Charlie, still on the stool, began to meow in agony, then jumped off of the chair to only lay motionless on the floor. "Oh my god, I hurt him." John said turning off the box and putting it down. John ran up to the cat and noticed it was still breathing. "What the hell am I doing? I don't even know what this box is gonna do for fleas. I'm gonna end up killing this poor animal." "Are you okay fella?" John said petting Charlie. He proceeded to pick up the cat from the floor and looking through the cats fur, he noted what was once an animal riddled with fleas, now only had a dozen or so left alive on him. John took careful note of the cats health which, just from a short blast from this box, had nearly killed it. "Charlie, I'm sorry. I'm only trying to help you. I'll change the frequency to something higher so I don't kill you. I only want to kill your fleas my friend. This thing is gonna make me rich if I can get it to work. It's no good if it kills the animal I'm trying to help." John muttered to Charlie. Charlie looked up as he regained some of his strength from this apparent electronic shock wave. John went over to his table, and popped open the box to make a few adjustments only to find his batteries had leaked into the components of the box.. "Dammit! These batteries have ruined months of work. Just look at this mess." John cursed. John grabbed some cleaner, took the box completely apart and wiped out the battery acid which had leaked all over critical chips and transistors needed to run the box. Some acid had even seeped deep down into the buttons he had installed only minutes ago. Once cleaned as best as he could get it, John put the unit back together, using the same batteries, only this time he wrapped them in plastic wrap to help stop the leaking. His tests were to continue on Charlie. By now Charlie was fairly recuperated from the blast, and was back to meowing and scratching what little fleas he had left. John punched in more buttons and began to press the "ON" button again, except this time the box made a whining sound not at all like the buzzing it had done before in his previous test. He took caution in not aiming the box at the cat just yet. "Hmm. That's not supposed to do that." John said aloud while tapping on the box. "I wonder if that acid screwed the programming up somehow. Well, it can't be any worse than before. Hell, it almost worked completely on those fleas. Stay there Charlie." John turned the box on Charlie again and hit the "ON" button for another second, this time with startling results. The box whined as John held the button down for a few more seconds. Charlie let out a cry as the modified electric field was projected around him. A bluish glow surrounded the cat and amazed John so much that he unnoticably held the button down for several additional seconds. The cat was still alive and not in any pain as before but yet he seemed to be transforming somehow. Its fur was getting slightly thicker and lighter in color the longer John held down the button. Out of curiosity, John held the button down even longer until the cat's changes seem to peak and remain steady. Whatever just happened to Charlie, it definitely made him fluffier. "WOW! What the hell happened to you Charlie?" Yelled John. John turned off the box and put it down. Walking up to Charlie, John saw tremendous changes in the cats coat. He ran his hands through it. The cat seemed calmer and most of all wasn't scratching fleas. "This is great. I think it finally worked. " He yelled. John reached over and picked up the cat but noticed more changes. "Uh oh" John paused. Picking up Charlie he noticed Charlie's fur was much softer and much lighter but as he looked at the underside of the cat he was astonished to find Charlie was now somehow missing all of his male organs. He studied further. It became obvious that Charlie was now female, not neutered, but acquired female genitalia. "What the hell? Charlie. What have I done to you? (he continued to examine the cat ) Charlie I'll fix it. Everything this box does is reversible. I designed it that way. Somehow I'll fix it." John cried. He put the cat down then went back to his papers. "How? That box isn't supposed to do that. It's impossible. I need more tests." John put on his jacket and grabbed the box then jumped in his car for short drive. "Someone's bound to be walking a dog or something. I'll try it in the park." He uttered. He pulled up to the park and went to sit on a park bench with the black box in his inside pocket. He thought. "I'll just wait until someone walks by with a poodle or something and give it another go." Five minutes passed and a man came by in jogging shorts and T shirt with a Great Dane on a long chain leash. John took quick note and saw it wasn't hard to tell it was a male dog. As the pair walked passed, John took out his little gadget and aimed it at the dog. He pressed the button and watched as the dog stopped in it's tracks and began the sudden transformation. It was transforming rapidly right before his eyes. The dogs owner paid no attention as he jerked the dog to follow him and John paid no attention to the metal leash and close proximity of the owner to the dog. John was busy studying the dogs abrupt changes and failed to notice the owner too was being affected. Figuring this was a big dog, John left the box turned on much longer than he did with his previous experiment with the cat. The dog was indeed transforming into a female Great Dane right before his eyes. "WOW, it really changes animals sexes." He thought, but as he watched the now female Great Dane walk away quietly, itself baffled by the change, John was surprised to notice the owner had unknowingly undergone changes as well was now a shapely, busty woman still in the jogging shorts and t-shirt. The dog resumed its pace, while the owner continued walking on and to Johns surprise was still unaware of what just happened. "Oh Shit I'm in trouble now. Wait until he sees what I did to him and his dog." John shouted as he got up and ran back to his car. In continued disbelief John continued mumbling to himself. "This thing affects people too. Oh my gosh, what did I just do to that poor guy over there. " As John got in his car, with the window down, he could hear a woman in the distance scream, followed by the sounds of a dog barking. "What's happened to me? Someone help me." The woman shrieked. John became panic stricken. "Whoa shit. He found out. Man, I'm getting outta here." John started to shake from fear of being arrested for maiming or experimenting on someone without their consent. John sped off in his car and in the rush didn't notice he left the box behind on the park bench. As he drove by the far corner of the park, he noticed the newly changed woman in mens jogging shorts trying to explain to a policeman what had just happened. "Oh man. What have I done? That box is dangerous. I'm not going to let that out of my sight." Exclaimed John as he scanned his passenger side car seat in search of the box. John quickly slammed on the brakes when he noticed the box wasn't with him. At that instant, on the other side of the park at the same bench, a young tennis skirted woman in tennis shoes and tight tube top was with her muscular jock boyfriend, and walking a casual stroll. They had just sat down to rest. The girl caught a glimpse of a shiny, button clad box lying on the ground. "What's this?" The girl asked picking up the box from behind the bench. "I don't know Debbie. It looks like one of those programmable remotes or something. It's so big though. Look there's not a scratch on it." The boyfriend said gazing at the box his girlfriend held in her hands. "Yeah. It's heavy too. It looks new even though it's really out of date looking. [she shrugged her shoulders] Well, I could use a new one for home. I think I'll keep it. [she slid her purse from her shoulder] Someone must have thrown it away because it's so big. It seems like an old clunker." The girl continued as she put it in her purse. The two then kissed briefly. The boyfriend then suggested. "Come on. I'm rested. Let's go get something to eat." "Yeah me too. Your always so hungry Mikie. You should go on a diet." The girl replied as the two got up and quickly made it toward the nearest snack place. Not too many minutes later, John nervously arrived back to the same bench to find the box was gone. "Oh no. Where the hell is it? He said aloud as he looked under the bench and behind some bushes. "It must be here somewhere." "What are you looking for?" A familiar looking policeman asked. " Oh uh nothing officer." John nervously replied realizing this was the same policeman who just saw the transformed woman and dog. "Well, I just want to know. There's some real weird-o's in the park today. You want to hear something crazy? I just had some woman over there swear she was a man." The policeman pointed down the path. "Right down there. She was hysterical I tell you. Not a bad looking woman, but hysterical for sure." "Hysterical huh?" John gave a phoney laugh as if he agreed with the policeman but he knew fully the extent of what that box did and what it could do if it fell in the wrong hands. John was so unsure of the boxes potential seeing he had very little time to play with it and try out any of its other capabilities, if it even had any. He went back to searching. "Can I help you find something?" The policeman asked. John replied. "Uh. Well. I lost a little gadget er uh my remote control out here." "Remote control? For what?" Asked the policeman. "Well for my uh tv. Yeah that's it. It's a big black heavy thing" John said. "What the hell would it be doing out here?" The policeman replied. "Well, it was in my pocket. I forgot it was there and I was romping through the park here and I guess it just flew out of my pocket I suppose." John justified. "Yep. This is weird day alright. [he paused and scratched his head] Well, If I see it I'll take it to the station. Check back in a couple of days if you don't find it. Maybe someone will turn it in. I doubt it though. They're cheap enough. Just buy another one. It can't be that important." The policeman finished his conversation and went on his way leaving John still on his hands and knees looking for the box. John yelled with his hands to his mouth as the policeman nearly cleared the corner. "If someone finds it, make sure no one plays with the buttons on it!" The policeman continued walking not fully hearing Johns warning. Several hours went by. He had searched the park well into the dark hours with no success. John, searching endlessly for the little gadget as he called it, went home and turned on the news in hopes of hearing where the box may have turned up or reports of bizarre unexplained transformations. He didn't seem to be hearing of any. In a nearby apartment complex however the couple from the park, Mike and Debbie, had settled down for an evening of relaxation and perhaps a little television viewing. "Hey Debbie, what do you say we kick back and watch the tube?" The boyfriend yelled into the bedroom as Debbie had just finished a shower and was just putting on a robe. "Yeah ok. I'm all done in the shower if you want to use it. I'll pour us some wine while your getting your shower." Debbie said. "Sounds good." Mike said then proceeded to get his robe and clothes together and went in for his shower. With the sound of water running in the bathroom, Debbie proceeded to pour two large glasses of chilled red wine and went in and turned on the tv. "Hey. I wonder if I can use that new remote I found." She said to herself. Debbie went to her purse and pulled out the black box she found still unaware of what the box could really do. With the tv on, she aimed the box at the tv and began pressing all of the buttons on it. The box made a series of whining sounds as she aimed the box at the tv which, at the moment, was showing a commercial. She took note of the commercial to see if the channel would change, but the channel stayed on a picture of a lovely model in a black string bikini advertising some sort of a soft drink. She pressed many random button combinations, shook and tapped the box with no affect to the tv. She found that she really had control of the sounds coming out of the box by repeatedly pressing different combinations of buttons but still no tv functions. "Oh this thing doesn't work. No wonder someone threw it away. All this is good for is making noises." Debbie murked. She sat back on the couch in her short pink, slightly see-through nightgown and robe, and rested her smooth, freshly shaven legs up on the table. She placed the black box on the table, then in the same motion picked up a full glass of wine and put it to her naturally pouty mouth. She picked up a tv guide which was lying on the end table next to her in hopes of finding something romantic to watch with her boyfriend once he came out of the bathroom. After a long refreshing shower, Mike came out to the living room to find Debbie well into the second glass of wine. "I see you started without me." Mike said. "Oh hi. I couldn't wait to relax and I'm REAL relaxed, hee hee." Replied Debbie. "I can see that. [looking at the black box on the table] Hey is that that box? Does it work?" Mike asked as he made his way to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of wine. Debbie picked it back up to show Mike. "No. It's a dud. I played around with it and it doesn't do anything but make noises." She held it tightly and fiddled with the buttons as Mike came in the room with his wine. "Look! I can make a real high pitched note come out of it. " She said pressing buttons and aiming in random directions. The box made various whining noises. She turned it and aimed it at Mike. "Bang Bang!" She joked. "Yeah go ahead. Change MY channel. Heh Heh!" Mike joked back. Suddenly Mikes face went into a blank expression. He began shaking as Debbie jokingly pressed more buttons and continued to aim the whining box at him. Debbie was enjoying the little game and she thought Mike was kidding. Mike then dropped his wine glass and put his hands to his ears. "AHHH. The squealing. It's in my head really loud." Mike shouted. What happened next startled them both and Debbie realized this was turning into more than just a little game with a broken tv remote control. Mike began to transform. The box seemed to be changing notes on it's own as if it were running an internal program of some sort, most likely a result of the random button pressing Debbie had done. "What's going on?" Mike screamed. "I don't know." Debbie slurred. "It's going crazy." Mike was changing. Debbie put the box down but the eminating sounds and changes to Mike continued. Mike's appearance was drastically changing. As the next few seconds elapsed, Mike's robe was morphing and his body was taking on a whole new form. A female looking form. His voice was increasingly getting higher pitched. "Debbie help!" He screamed. "I can't stop it." Debbie said as she watched Mike appearance turned into a image which looked very familiar. His face, body and clothes changed before her eyes. Within several seconds, a woman of model quality stood before her while Mikes robe took on new characteristics. Everything was changing at once. The robe seemed to be shrinking around the newly forming woman. "Wait! I'm starting to recognize you. I've seen this person before." She stopped and thought, the whole time gazing at this bizarre changing figure in front her which was once Mike her boyfriend. "I've got it." She shouted. The new person in front of her was an exact copy of the girl from the tv commercial she tried to change earlier with the remote. "I just saw you on tv. Your her." Debbie pointed at the commercial which was running again. "This thing has made you that woman right there on tv". Just then the box seemed to wind down and finish the sequence it was running. "What?" Mike said standing there as a full fledged model- like woman in a black string bikini. His hair was long and his body was shapely. He definitely didn't look or sound like the Mike she knew. "This box. It's no remote. It changed you. Oh my god. Your beautiful. Your her." Debbie said pointing at the tv commercial which was still on. Mike was indeed a perfect image of the tv model from the soft drink commercial. "Change me back. Change me back." A bikini clad Mike yelled. "I don't know. I think your kind of cute like that. Hee Hee." Debbie laughed. "This isn't funny. Push some buttons. Any buttons. Here give me that." Squeaked Mike. Debbie replied. "Well wait. If this thing kept that image, it must have your image in stored in here still. You would think. Let me try some different combinations." Debbie began pressing all sorts of combinations and held the "ON" button down. After a minute or so, the box began whining again and she again aimed the box at Mike who was by now sitting on the couch in the bikini pouting and sweating with his lovely arms folded across his breasts. Mike began transforming again. "There it goes." She uttered. Mike sat there and he suddenly began yet another physical transformation. His female body was disappearing and it looked like he was getting stockier. His male image was seemingly beginning to return. "I think I have it. I think your coming back." Debbie yelled. Mike was indeed coming back to his male form. In the following minutes his breasts shrunk, his legs were sprouting hair and his face and voice were becoming more manly. His fingers were getting thicker and his hair went back to it original color and shortness. Another minute elapsed and Mike was totally back to normal except for his clothes. "Hey! Where's my robe?" Mike, said sitting there in a severely undersized string bikini. He was fully male, with the lower part of the bikini not being able to contain his reemerged male organs. "Robe? Be glad your a man again. Honey I'm sorry I did that to you. I had no idea this box could do such a thing. I think I know how to work it though." Debbie said. "You need to get out of that tight bikini. Mike replied. "Yeah no kidding". Mike grabbed at the bikini and pulled if off] Here you can have it. He paused. "That was the weirdest thing I ever felt. It was scary." Mike continued as he stood there naked. "Well, I guess I found a neat little box here." Debbie continued. She went back to drinking her wine. "You had better be careful mister. I think I can do that again. I think if I press enough buttons I could turn you into me. Ha ha. Hmmmmm." "That's not funny. Who do you think that belonged to? It's like some kind of secret weapon or something." Mike said. Being more serious and definitely aware of the power she now possessed at her fingertips Debbie said, "This is great. Woman all over the world should have one of these and men would not be so mean." "What? You don't think your keeping that thing do you? Your not using that on me again." Mike shouted running back into the bedroom for more clothes. "Well, I know if I play with it some more, I could figure out different combinations of things. [she watched his bare butt disappear down the dark hallway] I'm sorry honey I didn't mean to hurt you." Replied Debbie. "Oh no you don't", Mike yelled from the back room, "we're turning that thing into the lost and found. Debbie replied. "OK. I'll do it first thing in the morning. You sure you don't want to be that model again?" Debbie smiled. "Hey quit it." Responded Mike. "OK. OK. [Debbie made it to the closet] I'm putting it in here just to be safe." Debbie said putting the box under some jackets. She closed the door then went back to Mike and gave him a tight hug. The two went back to the couch after Mikes huge scare then kicked back and fondled each other as they watched a romantic movie. On occasion Debbie glanced over to the closet which stored the little box. She didn't say much any more about it while lying there with Mike but she found herself hungering for the little hand-held device which gave her some kind of new found power. Lots of power. The movie ended and the two grew sleepy and eventually went to bed. Mike was exhausted from his adrenaline rush earlier so he went right to sleep. Debbie however was beginning to get obsessed with the idea of being able to change things. She got up from bed, closed the door when leaving the room then went to the closet for the box again. "I'm gonna be him." She said to herself picking up the heavy box. "I'm gonna play a joke on him. Yeah that's it. I'll make me him, and him, me. When he wakes up he'll be me. [she snickered] I wonder how I can do it? I know this box can, but how?" Debbie took on a crazed look standing there in her bare feet and nightgown. She mentally rehearsed the button combinations she made earlier, then aimed the box at herself and pressed the ON button. The box made the familiar whining sounds and she knew she had done the correct combinations. The box stopped after the sequence and Debbie figured she was now ready to go into the bedroom and aim it at Mike as he slept. She entered the bedroom and began the swap process some of which she still was not completely sure on doing. She aimed the box at Mike and hit some common combinations, experimenting with other options. "Now to store his image in here" She whispered aloud. The box made two or three new sounds, squeaked, and suddenly Mike was on his way to transforming into HER stored image complete with the nightgown. He was still sleeping and unaware of the entire process. She stood with her sexy mouth hanging open as her man turned into her. Debbie now aimed the box at herself and hit reverse orders of combinations of buttons. The whining sounds Mike described earlier rang through her head and HER transformation was underway. She lay the box on the bed so it could finish the sequence. She looked down and watched the floor as her height increased and she grew into the appearance of her boyfriend Mike. "It's working. Oh my god. I'm going to be him. He's gonna flip out when he sees this." She said to herself as her whispery voice deepened. Her chest grew hairy before her breasts could completely diminish and looking down she was having some delay with the clothing change. Her nigthgown was increasingly tight as the transformation gradually tapered. The transformation from her female self to Mike came to completion with the exception of the nightgown and panties. "I guess I'll have to figure that part out somehow." She mumbled as she went over to his dresser to get out a fresh pair of boxers. She left her now hairy flat chest exposed as Mike had previously displayed only minutes before. She was now a fully developed replica of her boyfriend and he lay there a complete replica what was once her. "There. It looks like a complete switch. Let's see how he likes being me for a while. In fact, I think I'll leave him like that while I go out shopping in the morning. I want to see what this is like being him and show him a thing or two about being me. I might even have some fun like this. I guess I won't need these now." She thought as she put the nightgown and panties on his side of the bed. Morning came and Debbie was gone. Mike still lay there gradually awakening after an evening of unexplainable strange dreams. He'd let out an occasion female gasp as he began to awaken more. A small note lay on the pillow next to him. The more conscious Mike became, the more his senses began to detect that he was not quite right physically. That familiar feel of femininity came over him once again. He ran his soft hand over to the cool pillow next to him feeling for Debbies presence. Not expecting to find the pillow vacant, he jolted into full consciousness. "What the...." He shouted after, with one hand, got a feel of the nightgown and panties he was wearing. He heard a paper crumple as his other hand hit the piece of paper at the pillow. "What in the hell did she do?" He then felt the soft breasts in the her nightgown and realized Debbie had done it to him again only this time she had gone a step further. He sat up and immediately saw Debbies reflection staring back at him from the big dresser mirror across the room. "SHE'S FLIPPED! She's totally flipped. She turned me into her." He heard himself say aloud with HER familiar voice. He read the note he had since clenched in his nail-painted hands. The note read, "Honey. How do you like the joke I pulled on you? I gave you my body while I'm out shopping in yours. Maybe when I get home we'll have some fun, signed Debbie." "That's it. She's out of her mind. Shit she's ME! I was supposed to go out with the guys to the hockey game tonight and now look at me." He mumbled to himself. Mike sat there barefoot on the side of the bed with the lower front of the pink nightgown creeping up from the pressure of what was HER protruding breasts. Mikes now soft flat stomach was openly exposed as a result. He ran her long hair through his fingers briefly. Then he stood up and began pacing the floor. "What the hell does she expect me to do until she gets back? I can't stay like this , as her." He turned and looked at himself in the mirror. He continued babbling. "It sounds like she might be making some weird plans for me later. Something I don't even want to begin to speculate on." Mike went to her dresser for some pants and a blouse but all he could find was lots of summer short shorts and tube tops. "I've gotta get dressed at least and go to that mall down the street. That's probably where she is. She shouldn't be hard to find." Mike pulled the nightgown over his head being careful not to tangle his now long brunette hair in it. He stood there with only panties for a second or two then proceeded to pull up the tube top over his bare breasts. He pulled up the short shorts and zipped them up taking note of his new bulgeless crotch area. He looked over and saw Debbies opened-back shoes in the corner and slipped them on. He proceeded out the door determined to find Debbie and get his own body back. As he stormed down the street, many guys heads turned to watch Mike go by in the short shorts and tight top, an experience Debbie always had when she dressed in such clothes. Her original body was always a pleasure for guys to watch. "Gosh." Mike thought to himself as he strutted Debbies body down the street. "She sure gets a lot of attention when she walks around. This is so humiliating but look at everyone. No one knows who I really am. This is crazy." Mike was beginning to appraoch the shopping center. His mind continued rambling. "I'm going in and chew her out just as soon as I find her. That'll embarrass HER alright." Mike entered the shopping center and went straight to Debbies favorite clothing store. "She's bound to be in here. This is her favorite place to shop." Mike entered the shop, passed some sale signs and proceeded first through the shoe section. "No she wouldn't be here buying shoes. She wouldn't be able to try any on like she is." Mike reasoned then proceeded on to the dress section to see if she was picking out a dress for herself. "All I need to do is find a guy who looks like I did, looking at dresses. That'll be her for sure." Mike went through the entire dress department squeezing between racks of dresses and beautiful woman who were picking sexy things out for themselves. "I'm in a womans world here alright. Dammit and I fit right in." He thought as he stared at a gorgeous big busted blonde picking out a slitted miniskirt. The entire dress department was full of woman selecting all sorts of things. Mike could openly stare at any one of them without arousing suspicion too. He blended right in the way he was but more noticeably, there were no men there. This meant no Debbie. "Now where the heck could she be. She loves this store. She must be here somewhere." As a last resort, Mike figured he'd try the lingerie section. He walked through the section full of bras and panties brushing his own soft skin against the items on the racks. He took note of some skimpy silk panties. "Hmmm. She'd look good in these.[he thought a second and looked down at himself] Shit wait a minute. I'm her. Dammit who am I kidding? I'd look good in these at the moment." Mike rekindled his anger and moved on to another sexy lingerie area and behind one of the racks, he saw his old male self, shopping through some very sexy, skimpy nighties. It was Debbie alright. She already had two items in her masculine hands. A cute petite sales lady was walking up to her. Mike stayed out of sight for a moment to listen in to the conversation. "Sir can help you find something?" The saleslady asked. "Oh. No. I know what I want. I mean, I'm just picking out some things." Debbie replied. "Oh. For your girlfriend or wife? I'd be glad to help you find some nice things for her. Most men don't know what to ask for. I understand some of the troubles men have picking out stuff for their ladies." Responded the saleslady. "Oh no, I'm fine thanks. Believe me, I know what fits her. I think I can find everything I need honey." Debbie said as the saleslady looked at her strangely. The saleslady then made notice of Debbies selections. "You're good at picking out womans lingerie. You're one of the few men I've ever heard of who can be so good at picking things out. You have a womans taste." "Well actually...." Debbie paused. "Nevermind." The saleslady walked away seeing she couldn't help this apparently talented gentleman any further in picking out more items. The area was fairly clear of other people so Mike took the chance to approach Debbie who was now moving on to the thong section. "Hey," He whispered softly. "What do think you're doing?" Debbie turned around and saw her former female frame standing there obviously occupied by Mike. Debbie spoke loudly. "Well Well. Look who it is." "SHHHHH! You. You have a lot of explaining to do miss. I thought you were turning that crazy gadget back in. You used it on me while I was sleeping. You tricked me. Change us back right now. " Mike forcibly whispered. "Now Now. Dear." Debbie said in a deeper whisper."Calm down. I'm picking out some sexy stuff for you to wear for later. [she looked him over carefully] Hey, you know, you look pretty good AS ME. I didn't know I filled out those shorts so well. You dressed yourself very nicely." "What? Like I had a choice and I'm not wearing any of that stuff your getting either. I can't believe you. I want my body back and I want it back right here and now and you change back too. Your supposed to be the woman, not me. I'm a man dammit." Mike said ever so femininely, looking cuter the madder he got as some woman easily do. The saleslady glanced up as she heard the last part of the sentence. It seemed unusual to the salesgirl for a man to be picking out womans lingerie with a woman telling him she wasn't going to wear it. She didn't contemplate for too long and then went about her business. "Well, can you try some of this on in the changing room for me at least? I want to buy it but I need to make sure it fits and looks right on me." Debbie said grabbing a few skimpy lingerie pieces together. "No. I'm not trying any of that on in here. That's your job. I want out of this body. Now where's that box? What the hell did you do with it?" Mike replied noticing Debbies pockets didn't contain any conspicuous bulges from the presence of the massive unit. "Where is it?" "Oh the Box? I leant it to my friend Kathy. I was over there this morning". Debbie answered. "Kathy? You mean she knows about all of this now. [putting his dainty hand to his small forehead] Oh my god. What did she have to say about all of this?" Mike asked. "Well, she thought it was kind of funny, you know, that I tricked you while you were sleeping. She said I looked pretty good AS you." "Oh great. What does she need the box for? YOUR the only person who knows how to use it that we know of. I hope she doesn't plan on zapping he fiance Fred with that thing." Mike replied. Debbie answered. "Well, I showed her what to do. You know, she thinks he's running around on her. IN fact she's sure of it." "So what's she going to do, turn him into Farrah Fawcett or something?" He said. "No of course not. She has something else in mind to teach him a lesson. She's going to turn him into the girl he's seeing, I think. [she laughed] That should fix him. I tell you, that box could bring a lot of justice to some of us woman. I might lend it to more of my girlfriends. I switched US just to satisfy a long curiosity. [looking back at the items she had picked out] Now come on. Before I buy this stuff, I need to see it on you." She said. "Well. I don't know. That dressing room, I mean I can't go in there." Mike looked down at himself, thinking of how "off- limits" those rooms normally are to men. One benefit he started to figure out was that this was his rare chance to see some girls undressing, while not really getting caught. He'd be right in there with them. "Hmmmm... I guess I WOULD go unnoticed in there wouldn't I? [he thought further] Why don't we just go over to Kathy's first then come back, please Debbie? I just want to be ME again." Mike said, making one last plea. "We'll do it first thing tomorrow okay? We'll go get the box in the morning. Just try this stuff on and maybe walk out here a minute so I see how I'll look. Besides, I think Kathy went over to the girls place to catch Freddy in the act. She probably wouldn't be home with the box right now anyway. [she handed Mike the garments and looked at her former petite frame standing there] You and I will switch back tomorrow. I think this is kinda fun really. Don't you like being me?" Debbie asked. "Well, no. Especially when I planned on going to a hockey game tonight with the guys. How am I going to go like this?" Mike stood there looking up at Debbie, and Debbie just looked back down at him with a smirk. Then Mike said in a slightly calmer tone after seeing he wasn't changing the situation any. "OK already. What do I do? Go in there and change? It looks crowded." "Yes. Then just come out for a second so I can see how I'll look. That's all. DO it with all of those. Please?" she replied. Mike held the outfits and went in to the changing area. All of the rooms were full. Through the slats in the small booths's he could see what most men never get to see, woman trying on things and checking themselves out, repeatedly, in his own little viewing area. He paused a moment to try to unnoticeably stare in on some of them but was interrupted by a voice behind him. "Excuse me honey. Can you help me zip up?" A young girl of a bout 21 years old said as she turned around. "It's pretty full in here today isn't it? It's must be from the big sale today. I tell you, you can share this stall with me if you want. I won't bite. [giggle]" The barefoot, half dressed, girl said. "Who? ME? But I'm not..."" Mike could hardly speak before the woman pulled her long blonde hair away from the zipper in the back of the dress, waiting. Mike proceeded to give the dress she was trying on a quick zip. "There. How's that?" "Oh thanks. Your a dear. Say how does this look? Do you think my boyfriend will like it?" The girl modeled it before him. "Ummm." Mike studied her with all of his of male instincts still intact, at least mentally. The dress was tight and the girl modeling it was intensely beautiful. "It's looks really sexy." The girl stood there on the carpeted floor, bare legged, with no bra under the very tight, one pieced black, thigh high, short dress, which had a low cut v neck and no sleeves. Mike would have loved to ask her out, but how could he do such a thing the way he currently looked? Gazing on he awaited the usual tingly response from his crotch at such a view, but in his present condition, there wasn't one. "It'll look better when I have a bra on I guess. I didn't bring one with me. [the girl signaled to one of the changing booths] Come on, I have room over here if you want to try that stuff on. I think I'm going to get this. I guess I'd better get back into my own clothes, hee hee. I still might try on a few more things since there's a sale." She replied. Mike gulped, and without giving much thought said. "Oh Okay. Yeah, I need to try this stuff on for my girlfriend out there. " "For who?" The girl replied. "I mean BOYFRIEND. Yeah that's it. " Mike said heading into the changing room and shaking his head not believing this whole situation was taking place. Once in the small changing room, the young girl had Mike unzip the dress and she completely disrobed in front of him with the exception of bikini underwear. Mike just stared with his pouty soft mouth hanging open. The girl then put on her own pants, shoes and blouse with her nipples slightly visible through the blouse. She put the new dress on the hanger while Mike just looked on and enjoyed the view as best he good. "Go ahead honey. Don't be shy. You can dress in front of me. [she was finishing buckling her shoe straps] I'll leave you alone now and thanks for the advice. Oh say, that's some nice lingerie you picked out there. You have thongs too? That boyfriend must be some special guy." The girl said before leaving. Mike couldn't believe the girl talk he was sharing. "Yeah. I guess so. I mean yeah. He is". Mike realized that Debbie must really think something of him to pick out such nice lingerie ultimately for herself he had hoped, and was beginning to go along with the temporary trade. He certainly was enjoying the special access he was getting in the changing room. He tried on several of the pieces and walked out to the main doorway so Debbie could give him the thumbs-up on each one. Debbie thoroughly enjoyed watching Mike play dress up and figured he was getting a good dose of what it was like to be her. Mike finished up on the last outfit which was the thong underwear. This was the peak of humiliation for him to be trying this on especially where the other girls could see him in it. He got the last thumbs-up and went back into the changing booth to get back in the shorts and tube top he wore coming in. ON the way out he took a few last peeks of some young girls squeezing into various bras and pants through the slats of the other rooms. "WOW. The guys would never believe this view. It's a shame I can't go in there and introduce myself to them. They'd never believe who I really am in here." Mike mumbled to himself as he took the last few rare opportunities. He made it out to Debbie. "Okay. I'm ready to go now. Are you happy? I feel completely stupid like this." "Now you see what I go through to make YOU happy, now don't you? Let's pay for this stuff. It fit my body pretty good don't you think?" Asked Debbie. "Yeah I guess." Replied Mike. "That thong stuff was pretty uncomfortable though." The cute clerk gave them a strange look as she listened in and rang the items up. "I'm ready to go now. Come on you cute little thing you." Said Debbie. The two were starting the short trip back to the apartment and had just gotten to the exit doors of the store. They appeared to be a perfectly normal couple walking out except Debbie, in her male form, was carrying the bag of new lingerie. "Look I really want to go to that game tonight. Can't we get changed back tonight before I go?" Asked Mike. "Who all is going? Will they recognize my body?" She asked. "I guess not. It's Paul, Buddy, and Crazy Bob, all from the fraternity, but I won't fit in with them like this, not with THOSE guys. I mean it's out of the question the way they treat woman. If you go in my place, then what's the use. I won't get to see the game or go drinking afterwards. I need my body back. Don't you understand? Besides, you just can't be someone else against their wishes." Mike said still refusing to see all of the enjoyment aspect of the switch. "I have an idea. Why don't we both go? I could fill in as you and you just be the dumb girlfriend. You get to see the game and still joke with the guys and they'll think I'm you for the most part. Just fill me in once in a while on what I'm supposed to do. I just want to see what it's like being you. Alright? Reasoned Debbie. "Hmmm." Mike thought looking unintentionally gorgeous while contemplating the idea. His hair began blowing in the warm spring breeze. He put one hand on one hip and stood with one knee bent. Mike began to figure he was losing a hopeless battle in fighting this switch anyway. "Your determined to carry this thing out and I can't do a thing about it and I really want to see that game. [he paused] Okay. We'll go then. I have to warn you. Those guys are pretty vulgar around each other. I mean they're my old college buddies and when they start to share stories, well, let's just say they talk pretty dirty when it comes to woman. It's gonna look weird with my bringing you, or your bringing me I should say. They're going to tell some wild girl stories, ones your not accustomed to hearing. Whatever you do though, don't tell them what you did to me. Don't let them know it's me in here. Whatever you do. I'll be the laughing stock of the fraternity." "I definitely won't tell them especially if you promise me something later. Oh this is going to be fun. A real hockey game with the guys as a guy." Debbie said excitedly. "Yeah Yeah Yeah" Mike said sarcastically. "What is it you want later?" "Guess." She said looking down at his skimpily dressed frame. "Oh no you don't. Not that. You don't wanna do THAT like this. Do you?" he said. "Oh come on. We have pprotection if that's what your worried about. You crazy thing." She said "I'm not worried about protection." Mike said. "Your not? We don't want my body pregnant do we? Who knows what that do to the change process." Replied Debbie. "NO. I don't mean that. Of course we would use protection. I mean I'm not going to let you... with me as the ..... Ahhhhh. This is nuts. [he paused and thought more] Well, don't get too excited. Maybe we can do something later if you can keep quiet. You had better enjoy it while it lasts though. Ok. Just tonight, and that's IT! Deal?" "Deal!" She replied. Mike finally accepted the trade for the time being and was getting more familiar with the change in bodies though he still habitually walked more like a guy. The two walked back to the apartment. Guys, single and in other couples, watched Debbies cute frame walking the streets. The thought of promising sex to Debbie in his condition was scary as they made it back to the apartment. "Okay. What do we need to do?" Asked Debbie. "We'll I, I mean YOU, need to call Paul and tell him we'll meet at the lounge for a few drinks before the game. He is the one getting the tickets." Mike said. Debbie called Paul and without a hitch, set up the meeting time and mentioned she was bring her [or his] girlfriend along. "Well now. We're all set. We need to dress you, I mean me up. I want to be a knock out" Debbie said volunteering Mikes new look. "Here. Here's some stockings, garter, a short skirt and top and some nice black heels." "This is insane. I'm dressing up to be in front of my buddies. The first one who pinches my ass, I mean your ass, gets punched." Mike said. "Yeah but don't spill the beans, remember?" Debbie said watching Mike pull the stockings up to the garter for hooking up. Debbie started to feel an urge in her pants while watching her former body dress before her. Mike noticed Debbie staring at his the bare insides of his thighs. "Hey now. Don't get any ideas just yet, you. Don;t get yourself in trouble now. Take it easy." Mike said in an unavoidably feminine tone. Debbie was starting to see one of the benefits of being male. She was getting mildly turned on at seeing her old body getting dressed. Somehow her thoughts, though still female, were triggering Mikes male sex drive. "Uhmmm Mikie? I think I'm having some trouble here." Debbie suggested. Mike glanced up from attaching the last garter buckle and saw the trouble Debbie was referring to. He could tell that she was beginning to get mildly aroused. "Dammit Debbie. Now look. You've got yourself going now. Are you getting turned on by the sight of your own body getting dressed? " Asked Mike. "I guess so. Sorry about that. I can see guys get started easily. My old legs DO look nice in those stockings though." She said in his low voice. She continued to gaze at her former shapely legs as Mike tightened up the stockings and reached for the skirt. "I can't believe you Debbie." Mike pulled up the short skirt, buckled her belt around his thin, flat waist,, then put on the button-up blouse. "Well look me over. Did I do it all right? I only learned all of this by watching you. If there's any make up, your definitely going to have to help me out. I have no idea how you make up your face and look pretty and all that muck." He said in the soft feminine voice which was once hers. "Well come on in the bathroom and you can run me through the shaving bit on your face then I'll make you up. Ooo mikie, this is fun." She replied as the two made it toward the vanity. Mike daintily grabbed the shaving cream and razor and showed her how to shave her manly face. The face which he shaved so many times. Debbie got her face right up in the mirror to shave every spot with utmost precision. "It's not like putting on makeup Debbie. Just shave and rinse the blade out once in a while." He said, sitting on the closed toilet, with his small elbows on the edge of the sink. He watched his former male self shave before him. "Okay. I think I got it all. That's all I need to do right?" She asked. Mike replied. "That's all. Grab some of that mens aftershave and splash it on. It's gonna burn a little." Debbie wiped her stocky face and splashed on the aftershave. "Okay. Now it's your turn. You need to make up that pretty face of mine you've got. I don't do a whole lot usually but you still need to look your prettiest." "Okay." Mike said. "What's first?" Debbie coached him through washing his face and putting on mascara to highlighting his pouty lips. She showed him the powdering techniques to remove some of shine on his face and helped him brush the long brown hair he now had. They took about fifteen minutes to make Mike up. Mike then looked at the ladies watch he had on his tiny wrist. "Hey look at the time. We need to get going to meet up with Paul and the guys." "Yeah. I'll drive since I'm supposed to be you anyway." Debbie suggested. The two walked out like a typical couple, only switched, and drove to the bar to meet up with the guys. After parking, they went inside. Debbie looked around the room. "Which one is Paul?" "That's him over there with the bald spot. Oh no. You don't know the secret handshake. You need to know the handshake. It's your left hand and your middle finger tucked under and you only go up and down on the shake three times. Then you yell --sis boom baa- on each shake. God I don't believe I'm telling you this. It's a fraternity secret. Oh yeah. Ask him how his girlfriend Jenny is doing? I guess you'll have to fake the rest." "Oh Wow. Being you isn't going to be so easy after all is it. I didn't think of all of that kind of stuff." She replied as they walked over to Paul. The others hadn't arrived yet. "Hey. There he his and look what he brought with him. Hubba Hubba! eh Mike ole boy? Give me that ole handshake." Paul shouted already have drunk. Debbie and Paul did the handshake. It went flawlessly. "Say how's Jenny? You should have brought her along." Debbie asked. "HUH? She's doing fine. Real fine. I left her home of course. I thought you knew she's hates hockey. [looking at Mike] Who's the little cutie you have with you? Hi ya honey. How'd you get mixed up with THIS crazy fool?" Debbie spoke up. " Oh yeah. This here is my girlfriend Debbie. Ain't she something? Just look at her. Built like I don't know what ain't she?" Mike had to now play the act of the dumb girlfriend." Oh hi Paul." He said in the unavoidable soft sexy voice which came with Debbies old body. "It's nice to meet you." "Come here honey. Give us a big hug and kiss. Any girl Mike brings along is okay to sit on my lap." Replied Paul while grabbing Mike. Paul held Mike in his arms and planted a kiss on his soft cheek. "My you are a sweet thing aren't you?" Mike thought. "Oh man. How sickening. If he knew who I was he'd flip out. He'd be spitting that kiss out right now." Then MIke replied. "Paul. Mike has told me so much about you guys." "Oh I hope he hasn't told you too much. We have to remind the boys that we have a little lady with us tonight. [looking over at Debbie] Right Mike ole pal? Here let's get you all some drinks." Replied Paul. "I'll have a daiquiri" Debbie replied. "A what?" What are you turning soft ole chum? Whatever happened to my beer guzzling college chum? Waitress! Give this man a draft beer." Paul said. Paul turned and whispered to Debbie. "Hey look at the ass on that waitress will ya? Not as nice as Debbies but a nice little ass though. Eh pal?" Debbie was glad she didn't hear that while she was female or she would probably have slapped him. "Oh thanks. Your ass isn't so bad either." She said. Paul understood it to being Mike joking around as usual. "Oh about that daiquiri, Yeah, uh that's for Debbie here." Debbie said pointing to Mike who was now sitting with breasts up to the table and arms folded. His legs were closed together with the skirt rinding up just a little. The blouse he had on showed quite a bit of cleavage since that's the styles Debbie kept on hand. Mike looked up at Debbie with a womanly sneer on his cute face. He wanted that beer, not a daiquiri. He was wondering if he was gonna have to drink like a lady ALL night in addition to being one. Debbie wasn't too happy with the idea of having to drink beer either. She hated beer. She was a daiquiri lady. Now she was forced to drink like a guy. She wasn't counting on that. The drinks came and Mike started drinking his ladies daiquiri except he took big gulps like he would drinking beer as a man. Debbie got her beer, held the mug in her heavy fist and took lady-like sips out of it. "What the hell's going on. You forget how to drink beer Mike? You should be ready for another by now. Come on. Drink up. Oh look here comes the rest of the guys." Paul said. Mikes other pals came in. Mike just turned and looked at them keeping his legs crossed and trying to play Debbies part as best he could. He was showing lots of leg and cute ankles in the heels were driving the guys wild. "Hey you guys. Where's the beer? Whoa, what have we here?" Buddy said looking at Mike in the very revealing top and skirt. Paul spoke. "Hey be careful there. That's Mikes girl Debbie. You had better watch her too. She drinks daiquiris like there's no tomorrow." "Oh ok. Hi ya there babe. [he looked to Debbie] Hey Mike how have you been?" Buddy asked. The introductions went around the group. All of the guys eyes were focused in on the gorgeous, sexily dressed body Mike was occupying. Mike was finding the stares bothersome since he knew what his friends were thinking of doing with him while staring that way. "If they only knew. God here I am trapped in here for what looks like a long while. I hope none of them starts getting too fresh with me." He thought. After lots of beers and lots of conversation, the group staggered off to the game which was nearby. Mike was already getting moderately drunk after guzzling several daiquiri's in such a small body in a small amount of time. Debbie was lightly woozy after forcibly drinking several awful tasting beers. She managed to fake much of the conversation with occasional coaching from Mike. Mike just played the part of the dumb, quiet girlfriend until he could get to the game and let off some steam. The group finally made it inside the hockey arena to watch the game. As they arrived, mildly drunken Paul spoke up. "I want that cute thing to sit between us Mike if that's okay with you." Debbie replied in masculine tone. "Hey only if you can keep your hands to yourself. I've heard about you. I mean I remember what you use to do." Paul replied. "Hey we're all friends here right? A little hanky-panky never hurt anyone." Mike, holding on Debbies arm cringed at the thought of Paul groping him in his short outfit. The game went on and more beer flowed through the guys. Mike had no choice to switch to beer since the vendors didn't make mixed drinks. Mike was getting very drunk especially from mixing different types of alcohol. He was getting louder as the game progressed, yelling at the team at their missed shots and had gotten very sloppy with his mannerisms. He quickly lost his ladylike style of sitting there and being silent. He'd jump up and shout vulgarities at the teams and cheer on fights when they broke out. He had his heels off and stood there still in the stockings, sometimes getting up on the seat yelling and revealing more upper-thigh than Debbie would have ever thought of revealing. Debbie would pull him back down in an attempt to preserve her lady-like reputation. Other fans and the rest of the guys looked on as they saw what they thought was Debbie turning into the real die-hard hockey fan, one they really remembered Mike as being. "Wow. She's really into it huh Mike?" One of the guys shouted over to Debbie. "Oh sometimes she's forgets who she is at these games. That's for sure. Right DEBBIE!" Debbie said to the bunch then specifically at Mike. "Oh lay off of me Debbie. I'm having fun. " Mike said with his long hair all a mess. Beer was dripped down his cleavage and he had stains in Debbies skirt from all of the jumping and yelling he was doing. He may have been female on the outside but inside he was still the same hockey loving Mike. Some of the guys were confused from what they thought was Debbie referring to Mike as Debbie. The figured she was just another crazed hockey fan and thats probably why Mike brought her along. Meanwhile Mike, to them, was hardly getting into the game at all. Debbie was busy keeping an eye on Mikes wildness. Debbie was also making sure Paul didn't start getting in too many free grabs on Mike. She didn't want HER formar body getting any cheap feels just because she wasn't in it. Surely, as Mike would jump up and cheer, and the skirt would come up, Paul took the opportunity to reach his hand around the inside of Mikes stockinged thigh, what used to be HER thigh. Paul didn't hesitate to take what chance he could on grabbing and pulling on Mike during the brief celebration periods, like whenever a good play would happen. Mike didn't necessarily initiate the moves but didn't reject them either. He was too drunk and excited about the progress of the game. The evening wound down at the game. It was all Debbie could do to avoid punching Paul over the way he grabbed at her old body throughout the evening but Mike DID warn her that these guys were wild when they were together. "That's it!" She thought. " I've had enough. I want my body back. I'm tired of watching it get felt-up so cheaply." One of the guys spoke out after the home team won and as the crowd began to file out. " Hey everyone, let's go get some more drinks when we leave." Debbie spoke up for the pair. "No. I think we've had enough. We need to get up early and take care of some things. Right Debbie?" Mike was exhausted from the game. He had a blast and was a complete mess, a mess one would expect with a man in charge of a womans body. Mike had ultimately taken her body through it's paces and he made quite a mess of her clothes. "Oh, uh yeah right Debbie, I mean Mikie. We have some unfinished things to do in the morning. We had better call it a night. Whew! I had so much fun." The rest of the gang went on to party more while Debbie and Mike said their goodbyes. The guys made special effort to watch Mike stagger away in the heels. In parting, each made comments on how lucky a guy Mike was to have a girl who looked and partied as good as Debbie did. "Well you certainly made a mess of me tonight mister." Debbie said angrily. "What do you mean? [he paused] Oh this?" Mike said looking down and Debbies beer stained blouse and breasts. "Sorry. I'm guess I'm just a wild gal on the town! " Joked Mike. "Yeah too wild. I want to switch back. I'm not liking being you so much anymore. I bet We're both going to be hung-over tomorrow. I don't how it's going to work out when we switch back. I should let you stay like that for another day so you can feel the full effect of all you had to drink tonight. If I wouldn't have leant that box to Kathy we could change back right now." Said Debbie. "I feel pretty good right now. I could stay like this for a while longer. I feel so light on my feet except these heels are a pain. Maybe you can just change yourself back for now." Mike replied. "I don't know. I never really thought how to work that thing one hundred percent. I have a pretty good idea. Hmmm. It's not too late. Let's go over to Kathy's and see if she is home with the box." Debbie suggested. The two went to the car and drove to Kathys apartment which was just a few miles away. They could see from the ground outside after parking, that lights were on up on the level where Kathys apartment was. They went up and rang the door buzzer and could hear light footsteps approaching. "Who is it? Kathy yelled through the door. "It's me Debbie" Debbie said with Mikes low voice. "Oh goody. I've been waiting to talk to you. I left a message on your machine. Come in. You have to see something." Replied Kathy as she unlocked the door. The door opened. Mike and Debbie walked in. "Let me see. Mike your still her right? My god what happened to your outfit." Asked Kathy. "Yes it's me in here alright. " Replied Mike. "Look what he did to one of my good outfits. He's got it a mess. I think he put a run in my good stockings too." Complained Debbie. "Oooo. Mike. You've been a bad girl huh?" Joked Kathy. She snickered for a moment as she looked at Debbies former body in ruin. "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Hey, she started it. She did this to me in my sleep remember?. I didn't have much choice." Mike replied as he sat with legs spread in a chair. "Is Fred here?" "Oh that's what I wanted to show you. He's in the back room watching TV. [yelling down the hall] Freddy, come on out. Debbie and Mike are here." Just then a voluptuous blonde came from the back room in a pink medium length nighty which barely made it down passed the blondes panties. She was shapely and sexy with long blonde hair. Mike couldn't believe his eyes. "Oh my god! Don't tell me she did THAT to Freddy. Go don;t let it be. Freddy is that