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A New Gurlfriend by Paul1954 Discovery - May 14th, 1999 William Alistair Burns slammed the door shut, threw down his wet umbrella in the corner of the hallway, and started to remove his wet overcoat as he examined the drawn, and pale looking face that stared back at him in the mirror. He had just been through another piss awful day at the office and had arrived home late once again feeling mentally drained and physically exhausted, and he was really looking forward to winding down a little before making himself a meal. His life, at the moment, was an endless cycle of early mornings, hot strong coffee, working 10-12 hour days, hot strong coffee, the packed train home, a bottle of wine and, finally, bed. It was during days like this that he questioned just what his life was all about. An introspective examination of his life revealed a sorry tale. He had no love interest, there was just no time for him to schedule it into his life at the moment, and he knew that he had finally reached the point where he was living to work, as opposed to working to live. He had tried to console himself that this, probably, wasn't all that unusual for someone in his position. An out of town boy - away from the friends that he had grown up with - starting a new job in the big city and showing an early ruthless streak in his determination to reach the top that had made him no friends. Yes, he was lonely all right but he didn't know what to do to break out of the self-imposed cycle that he had created. His subconscious was telling him that he just wasn't cut out to make it the way that he had been doing, but he refused to heed his own warnings. It was as if he was trying to prove something to himself and, as a result, was becoming increasingly dysfunctional. At twenty-eight years of age he felt burnt out and he had recently started to realise that, somewhere along the way, he had really lost the plot. For the last five years this had been the pattern of his life, and until recently he had found nothing that could inspire him and would raise his spirits - that was until he had finally bought himself a PC and had gotten himself on-line. It was a rare thing to find in someone his age, but William was a novice when it came to anything to do with computers. He had recently bought himself a PC for home, a complete set which included a scanner, modem and printer as part of the overall package. He didn't really have a clue what it was all about but the adverts said it was plug and play so that's what he did. It took him two days until he found the wonders of the web via a free introductory package from a well-known ISP - it would prove to be his salvation! His introduction to cyberspace was a revelation and he was soon led towards the various sex-sites that were hard to avoid; and by the end of his first week on-line, he had subscribed to a few membership only sites in an attempt to satisfy his ever-growing sexual frustration. He had discovered a whole New World that was non-threatening and required no commitment from him and was soon rewarding his right hand as he fantasised over the sights that were so brazenly spread out before him. By the time of his second week on-line he had started to find that these increasingly repetitive pictures of females genitals, exposed from every conceivable angle, could only keep your interest for so long before you craved for something more and William was certainly craving. It was then that he attempted to look for something other than crude pictures, and tried to find something had had a little more imagination to fuel his libido, that he stumbled across a site that immediately hooked him. He had been using one of the search browsers, Yahoo, to see what else was out there and had been rewarded by a listing of erotic fiction sites when he saw a entry for a site called Fictionmania. He was intrigued by the description ' transgender/transformation stories containing graphic depictions of sex acts, bondage, domination, and body piercing'. He had seen the term transgender used on various sex sites but had never really understand what it had meant - something to do with boys wanting to be girls or something. Still it wouldn't hurt to give it a try. He clicked on the entry and was soon taken to a professional looking home page that contained a small picture and multiple choices. The first thing that struck him was the total lack of naked women on display, not even any with the obligatory masked genitals. There was just a cute picture of a little girl being admonished by a wickedly grinning woman, along with a caption claiming that the girl was her punished husband. Clicking on the picture brought up a whole selection of similar pictures, which were humorous and not at all pornographic! He could just feel that this experience was going to be different from what he had been used to, and he started to click on the presented options with an enthusiasm he hadn't felt for a long time. The hyperboard left him cold, he didn't know any of the individuals on it and all it seemed to contain was a bunch of messages and some woman, which he took to be the webmistress, moaning on about bandwidth problems and the like. Geez, he thought, get a life some people! The random titles were fun, he couldn't believe how many of them were available, but some of the other items went completely over his head. That was until he finally clicked on the stories. He had started on the new stories first, finding a huge diversity and breadth of topics. He was intrigued - all of the tales dealt with various types of transformation, and all about men and boys being changed into women and girls. There were so many different tales - from cross-dressing to magical transformations - from forced to self-induced feminisation - from body swaps to age regression - there seemed to be so many different ways that a boy could be changed to a girl, willingly or not! He soon found himself becoming lost, as he looked through the last seven days entries and, before he knew it, he had been reading for three hours solid. Furthermore, from the ache in his groin he realised that he had been rock hard for the whole of that time, and he knew that he needed to relieve himself. He did find this a little disturbing, having always considered himself solidly heterosexual, and wondering how he could find himself so excited by the authors fantasies of becoming female, but his manhood demanded release and he decided to take a break and take the matter in hand, so to speak. A bare ten minutes later he was finished and feeling much more relaxed. The thoughts of what he had found were still strong in his mind, and he knew that he would be paying the site another visit before the evening was out. First though, he decided to take a shower and freshen himself up a little; his eyes had become a little strained from staring at the screen in the office all day, and his latest three hour session on top of that meant that he needed something to wake him up. Besides, he hadn't eaten yet and he had to maintain his strength - especially if he was in for a repeat session of what he had just been through. * * * * * His meal had been functionary rather than a gastronomic delight, TV dinners tend to be that way, and as he finished he looked up at the clock, noticing that it was now 10:55pm. He knew that he should really go to bed, he had an important meeting first thing in the morning and he needed to be sharp and alert for it, but he just couldn't resist just one more spell on the WWW. He was still flushed with enthusiasm and he wanted to see what the chatline was like, he had seen that option on the menu and had never been on one before! About five minutes later he was sitting in his darkened room, eyes glued to the screen as he entered a nickname in response to the prompt. He hadn't had a clue what to enter at first but for some reason he found himself reluctant to enter his real name, fearing that he would mistaken for pervert of some kind, and that this would be able to be tracked back to him. He had no idea of what sort of people he was going to meet here! He spent a few seconds before typing in Alistair, his middle name - thinking that this should be safe enough. A second later he was welcomed by a screen that acknowledged his presence, and he then attempted his first communication with the innocuous message: He hadn't known what to expect but was surprised to be met by a stony, wall of virtual silence and was left staring into the ether. He didn't know if he had done anything wrong, and was starting to assume that most people would not be available at the moment due to the time difference between the UK and the USA. He was thinking about going back to the main menu to look for some more of those stories when a response came out of the blue. Reality took over and he was William again as his heart sunk to the floor - how was he going to get out of this one? He must have thought about this for too long, as he soon received a prompt from Sandra. And so the conversation went on with the two 'girls' talking deeper into the night and with William immersing himself ever deeper into his assumed persona. Panic and Evolution - July 10th, 1999 It was the most glorious feeling he had ever felt. He was skipping through a field of long dry grass on a hot summer day, that held just a hint of a refreshing cool breeze that just added to the myriad of incredible sensations he was experiencing. Uppermost of these was the scratchy feel of the dry grass as it tickled his bare legs. The slightly scandalous feel of the cool breeze as it found it's way up the skirt of his summer dress and caressed his silken clad bottom. The feeling of his long brown hair as it streamed behind him in response to his movement. The movement from his pert breasts, as they moved in sympathy with his bounds. He felt so carefree and light! He looked up into the cloudless sky and then in front of himself, as he tried to catch his girlfriend, who had started this chase by teasing him about a boyfriend that he had been boasting about. Just then a bright beam of light dazzled him and he fell, losing his balance. William winced as the bright sunlight narrowed into a focussed beam of light, and found it's way through the small crack that was in the bedroom curtains, and straight into his eyes, bringing him back to reality. He hated waking up this way, even more so when it was a Saturday morning and he had spent the night chatting to his 'cyber-friends'; of course, the seemingly endless supply of beers hadn't helped. He pulled himself out of bed and dragged himself into the kitchen, broke open a bottle of 'freshly squeezed' orange juice and luxuriated in the cold citrus flavour as it lubricated his dry throat. He put a pot of expresso onto the stove and sat down as he thought back to the previous week. He had experienced similar dreams like this one on a couple of occasions during the past two weeks where he had become Jenny in body, and it was starting to feel more natural on each subsequent occasion. He was beginning to get increasingly disturbed at the affinity that he was developing with Jenny, and he wondered if he had now immersed himself too far into this fantasy world and that now, it was starting to encroach into, and effect, his 'normal' life! This had been highlighted on Wednesday, when he had been summoned in to see the head of his department at work. He had expressed his concern that William's performance had not been satisfactory of late and that he had better buck his ideas up else he would be out. He had been relieved when the week was finally over and he pledged that somehow, he would try to restrict his on-line time and would try to get some perspective back into his life. He managed to restrain himself from logging onto the 'Gurls on Top' chatline on the Friday, until about 10:00pm. This was the time when he knew that the regular acquaintances he had made would were most likely to be on. The last two months had been the amongst the happiest days of his life, but had also become the most frustrating. His regular forays into 'Gurls on Top' had given him a new 'virtual' life, which had started to become increasingly real and desirable to him. He had almost started to believe in the Jenny persona that he had built for himself, and was starting to view the world from Jenny's perspective, even when he wasn't online. He had taken to looking at displays in shop windows and was now conversant with teenage girl's fashions. He had even started buying teenage girls magazines so that he would be able to understand what their latest interests were, and what motivated girls of this age. That had been an education to him and he could now initiate conversations, he no longer had to follow another girls lead! It was only now, as the sunlight seemed to bring clarity into his mind, that he realised how far he had gotten immersed into this seductive habit. If the truth was known he was not sure that he would not have preferred to be Jenny - it seemed such a struggle being William all the time. Was this what he really wanted - he was becoming almost dysfunctional and was in severe danger of losing his job! He stretched lazily, and walked over to the window that overlooked his neighbour's garden and wondered what the real Jenny would be doing today. The last couple of months had seen him establish a sort of relationship with this family and he had even been invited to a barbecue last week. He had found out some interesting things, like that Jenny's mother had left them when they moved here, just before he had, and that Jenny's father had raised them since then. He hadn't been able to find out much about her father or what he did, but from his demeanour and bearing he thought that he had been in the services at some point - you could always tell! Jenny told William that her father sometimes went away for weeks at a time in connection with his business and that she just stayed here with her older brother, Samuel. It seemed that this was one of those periods - she hadn't seen her father for a number of days now. Yes, life had fallen into a comfortable pattern for William apart from his troubles at work, but that was soon about to change. * * * * * The following week William made a conscious effort to restrict his on-line time, trying to wean himself away from his alter ego and to focus himself back on his work again. He had stayed away from the chatline for the last four days now and, although he still had the vivid dreams of himself as Jenny, he felt generally better about himself. It was on the Friday night that William logged online and resolved not to chat tonight - he had set himself a target of staying away from it for a week - if he could achieve this then he would feel that he was back in control of his life again. He spent an hour catching up on the latest stories on Fictionmania - the generally high standard of these stories constantly amazed him -and he then went to his mailbox to see if there was any interesting mail for him from the newsgroups that he subscribed to. One particular email caught his eye - it bore the sender's name of Sexygurl and had the title 'Surprise !!!' - it was from Sandra. For some reason his pulse quickened a little and he hesitated, just for a fraction of a second, before moving the cursor across and double clicking on it. William wondered what this was all about - what was the good news she had! He knew that he really shouldn't be bothered, he was trying to keep away from all this but he felt a pang of guilt when he thought about the friendship they had built - it just wasn't fair to drop her like this! It had been 8:00pm then and two hours later William logged into the chatline and quickly checked the rooms users. Sure enough, Sandra was there and waiting, and he went to click on her name to PM her but was beaten to the punch by the highlighted message that signified that he had received a private message - checking it he saw that it was from Sandra. He smiled to himself - she must have been waiting for him! By this stage, William was so far into his Jenny persona that he had already responded in the affirmative, not considering the consequences of this until they had both logged off some forty minutes later! "Oh my God" he said to himself, "you bloody idiot. What have you done now," he groaned as he slumped back onto his bed, cursing himself for his stupidity! * * * * * Saturday morning found William taking a shower as he attempted to wake himself up following a long, and sleepless, night. His poor error in judgement had landed him in the most goddamn awful mess and it now seemed no better in the cold light of day. He took himself off for a walk in the countryside, hoping that the combination of exercise and fresh air would lead to some sort of inspiration to help him get himself out of this - it was not forthcoming. Instead, he found a pub and spent the next three hours drinking beer, hoping it would allow him to forget his problems - it didn't! He returned home slightly the worse for drink, having passed through the belligerent and aggressive phases of his regular drinking pattern, and was now starting to enter a morose state where everything depressed him. He poured himself a scotch and was just about to drink it when his doorbell rang. He walked over and opened it without thinking, surprised to see Jenny standing there. "Hello Mr Burns - I'm glad to see that you're in, I wonder if you could spare me a few moments" she said as he moved aside to let her in. He shut the door behind her and motioned her towards a chair where she seated herself. "Hey - are you okay?" she said, concerned at his appearance - it looked as if he was going to break down at any moment! "I .. I'm fine" he replied before the combination of too much alcohol and of not being used to receiving any sympathy, finally broke the dam of his depression and he finally gave way to tears. The alcohol had taken an even greater effect than he had realised and with some gentle probing from Jenny he finally gave her the whole sorry story. He told her all about his problems at work and at how he had starting browsing through the sex sites until he had discovered the Fictionmania chatline. He told her how her had impersonated a teenage girl, and how he had used her as the model for his alter ego. He even told her about how he was starting to dream and think like Jenny, even when he was well aware that he was still William Burns. She sat and listened with rapt attention, fully aware that he would never have normally opened up to her in this way, and felt a curious mixture of emotions. She was annoyed, certainly at the way he had purloined her identity and how he had even tricked her into letting him take her photograph to help maintain his charade. She was intrigued at the descriptions that he had given her of the sites that he had found, especially the TG ones - she had not been aware that such a thing was so prevalent! Most of all though, to her own surprise she felt a combination of fascination and jealousy. As she analysed these emotions she became confused - why should she feel jealous of such a sad man! He seemed to calm a little as he described Sandra's imminent visit and told her how he had gotten into this state. He stopped his drunken narrative and looked at her - she had the bizarre thought, for a moment, that he was a character in a cartoon and that she could see a light-bulb appear over his head - he had obviously received a moment of inspiration! "Hey - wait a minute" he said to her excitedly, "maybe if you could pretend to be the Jenny who's contacting her then everything would be all right - I mean, I have created my imaginary persona based on you anyway. I could give you enough background on her, and what we've discussed, so that you could convince her - I'm sure of it"! This could be his 'Get Out of Jail Free' card, he thought - he wouldn't have dared to ask her before but now - well, what had he got to lose - he had already told her everything! Jenny just looked at him blankly - God, the nerve, she thought. She stood up, still feeling the conflicting emotions racing through her head that had left her so confused. She turned on her heels and walked out of his house and started for home, not trusting herself to speak. William just stared at the closed door and poured himself another drink. That had been his only real chance, he thought, and he had blown it! * * * * * Jenny returned home, still feeling upset and confused. She had to try and understand why she had felt jealous of William - he had been such a pathetic figure in there - how could she, a gorgeous teenage girl with everything to look forward to (supposedly) have been jealous of him? She decided to try and relax herself and went into the bathroom, deciding to try the one thing that always worked for her whenever she needed to get in touch with her inner emotions. God knows she had needed to do that more than a few times during the last few years. She ran a hot steaming bath and poured a tablespoon full of her favourite aromatheraputic oil into the bath - the one to relax you. She then lit four scented candles and sunk beneath the scented water as she played a cassette of whale song. It was as corny as a field full of scarecrows but what the hell - it worked for her! An hour later found her standing in front of a mirror drying her hair and feeling like a huge rock had been lifted from her shoulders. Sure, there was still a medium sized rock there. It hadn't been pleasant when she finally accepted what was troubling her but at least she understood what had been troubling her now, and knowing allowed to cope with it. She shed a little tear as she remembered the day her mother had left the family and how it had left her feeling so abandoned and alone. She remembered how, two years later, her father had moved them from their family home in Yorkshire down south, away from all of her friends and everything she had known since she had grown up. She hadn't really understood why they had needed to move so quickly and quietly, or why they had needed to change their surname, although she understood it was connected to her father's job. She now knew that she was so upset because somehow, she could feel that it was all about to happen again. She intuitively recognised that her father appeared nervous and agitated and she felt real resentment towards him. She didn't really know what he did - only that it was somehow connected to the Government. She also knew that he wouldn't have hurt them for the world but damn - she had a boyfriend and had built a whole new circle of friends and that hadn't been easy - how could he do it to them again! She thought back to William, and what he had described earlier feeling far more sympathetic to his plight than she had previously been having freed herself from her own emotional baggage. Maybe she would help the guy out after all - he had always seemed okay to her, although a little creepy at times but why not - the guy could certainly do with a change of luck. She then had an idea that seemed ridiculous and outrageous at first, but it seemed to get more and more plausible with each re-iteration that she made as she played with the idea in her mind. Yes, maybe she would help William out after all - although certainly not in the way that he might have anticipated. * * * * * It was another fine day as William woke to the sun, once again, burning holes in the back of his head. "Oh - I am going to have to get some heavier curtains" he said aloud to himself in a dry and rasping voice. Looking across at his alarm clock he saw that the time was 10:30am and he decided to try and pull himself together a little today. He had never recovered from the drunken stupor that he had insisted on feeding when Jenny had left him. He felt a deep sense of shame as he remembered pouring his heart out to Jenny. Oh God, how could he face her again knowing everything about him as she did. Maybe he should just move - he didn't want everyone around here to know that he fantasised, and pretended to be a girl - even if it was just in cyber space! Just then he heard the doorbell ring. He wasn't used to hearing this - it was a Sunday for chrissakes - it couldn't be the postman - who was it! He grabbed a bathrobe and walked downstairs and opening the door, saw Jenny standing there, looking all bright and vivacious. A thought passed unchecked for a second - if only he could have looked like that! "Hi Will" she said with a conspirital familiarity, "God - you look a mess. Look, why don't you freshen up and then come over to my house - dad's away and I can rustle up some breakfast if you're up to it". One shower, and one hour, later William was sitting in the kitchen of the big house where Jenny lived with her father and brother. There were two thick rashers of bacon on the grill, along with a sausage, a tomato and some mushrooms. Jenny was whisking some eggs in a pan as she called over to him. "I always think it's best if you feed a hangover - it's the best way to see if your stomach will last out the day" she said with too much jollity for his liking. How come she knows so much at the age of sixteen, he thought? Fifteen minutes later he had a full belly and felt somewhat more human. "You were right you know - I think I'll survive now. Thanks for the breakfast" William said gratefully, enjoying the moment of intimacy they were sharing. Jenny decided to get straight to the point. "Look Will, I've been thinking over what you were talking about last night ..". "Oh yes, look I'm sorry about that, I wish I had kept my mouth shut .." he interrupted her before she broke in again. "No .. no, hear me out" she said, amused at his apology, "I was going to tell you that I would help you out". William looked surprised, this was the last thing that he had imagined would happen. "What - you mean you are going to pretend to be Jenny" he said, shocked at her turn around. "Well not quite" she answered, "that wasn't quite what I had in mind" she said to a puzzled William - what could she mean. "How would you like it if you became me for a while - how would you really like to become Jenny Wells"? Somehow Jenny managed to maintain her composure, despite the comical look of bewilderment on his face. "I mean this is for real - if you want to get yourself out of this mess then you going to have to become me for a while. Come with me, I want to show you something" she said as she led him towards a door in the hallway. William wanted to probe her, wanting to know what the hell she was talking about. He knew that he was not the biggest, nor the most muscular man in the world, but there was no way that he would be able to pass as a girl, especially one nearly ten years his junior. Besides, he had no desire to make himself look foolish by dressing himself up as a woman! "I hope that you are open-minded, I think that what I am about to show you is going to blow your mind" she said excitedly, as she took out a large key and turned it in the lock that defended a large steel door. The door opened smoothly and she reached into the room and pressed a switch that caused a battery of fluorescent lights to flicker on. "This is it - this is the 'Shape And Mould v.02, or SAM2 to its friends'" she said proudly, as William looked at a dull metal contraption that Jenny was pointing to. It resembled nothing more than a large refrigerator and looked decidedly low-tech. He finally found his voice again. "What on earth is it and what does it do?" he asked her as she walked across to it. "This is nothing less than your complete salvation," she said, continuing to answer his questions with riddles. "This machine is going to change you into an exact duplicate of me - to all extents and purposes you will become Jenny Wells". Her dramatic statement didn't have the effect that she had anticipated, as William didn't even try to disguise his laughter. She turned around, annoyed at his reaction and his dismissive attitude. "Well if you don't want me to help you out then you might as well leave now - I thought that I was doing you a favour!" she barked at him. William thought that he had better humour her - she seemed to be taking this seriously, anyway! "Okay, okay - I'll buy what you're saying - just how does it work?" William asked, as he saw her calming down. She still looked suspiciously at him, not convinced that he was being honest but she decided to carry on anyway - she wanted this as much as him now! "Well to tell you the truth, I've only really managed to understand the basic principles and how to operate it. What makes it happen and why is beyond me. My father has always tried to keep this a secret and I only stumbled on this by accident while he was away on one of his long visits away from home". "I've read some of the books that my father has kept - they've been hidden away somewhere now - and they describe how it is possible to change the shape of any living human into that of any other" she said, as William sat down on a chair beside the machine. "Oh come on - I've never heard of anything like this before. If what you say is true then how on earth has your father got hold of this and how do you know it actually works?" he questioned her. "I have never found out what dad does," she said, turning serious for a moment as she contemplated something deep. "I also don't know how this got here but I know it works because I've tried it". "You've tried it!" he asked sceptically, "and what happened"? "I managed to change myself into a another woman, I don't know who she was but I found her pattern stored inside SAM2's memory bank and pre-set the controls according to the manual. It took about two days to complete - I, must admit I hadn't been ready for that - but when I came to I found that I'd become a thirty-year old woman". "Didn't anyone miss you for those two days?" William asked her. "Dad was out on one of his trips and Samuel decided to leave me on my own for a few days, while he went on a weekend trip with his mates" she said with a tone of resignation. "It's not that uncommon you know - I'm often left to fend for myself"! "Anyway" she continued, "SAM2 can either capture the pattern from a persons body and change it at a later date, or it can take two people at a time and alter both of them. It seems that if two people want a straight swap between them then it doesn't need to store their patterns, at least that is what it said in the manual". "Pardon me for saying this, but don't you seem to know a lot for a sixteen- year old girl?" he said, trying his best not to sound too patronising! She didn't look annoyed at his comment, just a little sad as her eyes hardened. "Oh believe me - I have had plenty of time to take this all in. When we first got here I had no friends and nothing to do. Yes - I had plenty of time". William looked at her serious face and his heart went out to her. He could tell that she was telling him the truth - he just knew it with every instinct in his body! She went on to describe the process that had been outlined in the manual, describing how it could alter every single cell within a body until it conformed to what had been programmed to resemble. It seemed that the critical issue in the process was the distribution of mass. If a person transformed into a pattern for someone with a lesser density rating, then the superfluous mass would disappear entirely, with no side effects. The key danger was in trying to change into someone with a greater density than that of the original host. A 130lb person changing to a 180lb person would result in a very unstable new body structure, which could leave them in a critical state! "So what if you have two individuals with a different mass, or density - how would it effect them?" William asked, as he started to forget his initial scepticism. "That's okay - as long as it is retained within SAM2 during the process then it will add, or subtract the extra mass according to the pattern" she replied, with a maturity that belied her young years. "Okay, so let's say you can do this to me - how is the world going to cope with two Jenny Well's in the world and how long would I stay that way" he asked, the idea starting to intrigue him. Jenny paused for a second, looking at him with a steely gaze - almost daring him to protest. "Well I think it's only fair that if you are going to become me for a while then I thought that I might become you - it might benefit us both you know, like taking a vacation". The air was electric as they both stared at each other - both excited at what they were considering. "Okay - you're on" he replied, knowing full well that this was turning into a meeting with destiny for him - he wasn't sure that he could have refused, even if he had wanted to! * * * * * They had agreed that they would attempt their transformation on the following weekend. Jenny's father wasn't due back until the Tuesday after that, and Jenny knew that Samuel had scheduled a weekend trip away with his girlfriend. This would give them a whole week to exchange details about each other's lives and to make any other preparations that they might need. William arranged to have a couple of days off from work, ostensibly due to medical problems, so that Jenny would have at least one whole day to get used to being a man before she had to resume his life. William was an avid student of Jenny's personal details. By the time Saturday came around again, he knew every intimate detail of her life - it was like living out his cyber based alter ego, but this time the end result would by reality, not just a dream. The only part of being Jenny that he felt uncomfortable with was when he found out she had a casual boyfriend. He hoped that he would be able to avoid him for the brief time that he would be Jenny - he didn't know if he wanted to be Jenny to that extent! William had spent the week trying to keep out of trouble at work during the day, and the evenings chatting with Sandra. She had been getting really excited with her trip that was just a few days away now, and William was also anticipating the following week with relish but for not quite the same reasons. His intense studies of Jenny's life had added even greater authenticity to his alter ego and, spiritually, he almost felt like a girl already! Saturday morning arrived and William was knocking on Jenny's house at 9:00am, just as they had agreed and only had to wait a moment until Jenny opened the door. Their greetings were merely cursory, both eager to get on with what needed to be done. They went downstairs to the 'secret' basement and William wasn't surprised to find that the door was already open and that she had already been preparing SAM2 so that it would be warmed and ready. He was still a little surprised that such a pretty girl would want to be turned into an older man but was soon pulled up short when he voiced these thoughts aloud. "Look, I was about to say that it was none of your business but I suppose it is really. Let's just say that my life is far from ideal and I could do with a break from it - besides, you're pretty good looking, or will be once I get hold of your body!" she said trying to add a touch of levity to her earlier comment. She led him over to the machine and opened a pair of doors to show two compartments each comprising of a padded area big enough to contain someone up to about seven feet tall. "Okay, you going to have to take your clothes off and lie yourself down - don't worry, it's very comfortable - it has to be when you're spending two days in the thing" she said as William looked nervous. "Take my clothes off - here - in front of you!" he exclaimed. "Oh for goodness sake, I will seeing everything that you've got in a couple of days time and you will see everything I have got. Let's just get on with it - here, I'll start," she said unbuttoning her blouse. He would have felt even more stupid if he had failed to follow her lead now and quickly removed his clothing, trying to cover his erection with his hands. "Now you lie back there," she said leading him towards the left-hand compartment, "while I go in here. Now relax, it's due to kick in, in about a minutes time" she said as she closed the lid on them both, wondering what it would feel like to have an erection soon herself! Bang on time a smooth, inaudible vibration could be felt coursing through the machine and William wondered if he was actually sane for even contemplating this - still it was too late to back out now! There was nothing else to indicate that anything was happening at all, apart from a strange tingling sensation spreading throughout his body - a bit like pins and needles - and William lost all track of time as his earlier excitement faded into boredom. The time it took for SAM2 to weave it's magic seemed interminable and although William felt sure that he had slept at some point he couldn't be sure. He tried to move his hands just to reassure himself that he was still alive, but found that he was still frozen. He was aware that something felt different about him but - despite knowing what was happening to him - he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. His tranquillity was broken by a loud hissing noise, and he was dazzled by a sudden bright light as the lid to his compartment opened. "Ooops, sorry - I should have turned the lighting down a little" he heard a voice that he didn't recognise say. There was something familiar about it and he pressed his eyes with his hands, trying to clear his vision, and groaned. That was the first moment that he had been aware of that something had changed in him. His hands felt so soft and slender and the skin around his eyes felt delicate. He knew then, that they their change must have been successful - that must have been his old body's voice that he heard! He finally managed to focus on what was in front of him and was not surprised to see his own face staring at him with a big grin plastering it's face. "Come on 'Jenny', let me help you out of there. I set my own compartment to open about ten minutes before yours - I've been through this before and knew what to expect" the new William said as he eased 'her' out of the compartment and into the room. William groaned again as he saw what had been himself standing there looking him/her up and down. He noticed that Jenny was fully clothed in what he had been wearing when he had arrived here, and he/she suddenly felt vulnerable and exposed at being naked in front of a man. "Eh, where did you put your clothes" he/she asked, fascinated by the soft lilting tone his new voice possessed. "Oh sorry", I should have thought - here they are" Jenny said as she handed him the clothing she had arrived in, and smiled to her/himself as she/he watched the girl turn around in an attempt to preserve his/her modesty, noting the typically feminine gesture. The new William confirmed that it was Monday now and suggested they had something to eat, to keep their strength up, before they took up their new and temporary lives. While they were eating 'he' warned 'Jenny' that her brother would be home this afternoon, so she'd better start getting used to being called Jenny now, so that she didn't act out of character. They finished their breakfast and 'William' left, leaving Jenny to get used to her new self. * * * * * 'Jenny', as she was mentally referring to herself already, went up into her room, she was eager to explore herself and wanted privacy. She didn't want her brother to turn up unexpectedly to find her feeling herself up or anything. Every step that she took revealed a new marvel to she who had been William. From the lightness of her body as she went up the stairs, to the sway of her breasts - it was all new and exciting. As soon as she entered her room - which 'William' had showed her earlier, she started to remove her clothes, feeling a little guilty and a bit like a peeping Tom, but not enough to overcome her curiosity. The blouse came off first and Jenny looked wondrously at the full breasts that were topped by a light brown aureole and large nipples. She cupped her hands under her breasts, feeling their weight and movement, and as she ran the palms of her hand over her nipples she marvelled at their sensitivity. The reflection in the mirror showed a slender waist that flared out to hips that were slightly too wide, but deliciously sensuous. She pulled down her panties and jeans and stepped out of them before, once again, looking at the mirror. She looked at the small covering of hair over her groin and then pulled her legs apart slightly, to give herself a view of the expected cleft that she now had. She reached out with her slim hand and let her fingers pull the folds of the outer covering of her vagina apart, examining herself more closely and ran a finger inside the soft inner skin where she knew her clitoris would be. It was nothing like what she had read in those stories that she had become addicted to - there was no great overpowering feeling of sexual ecstasy, there was really nothing more than the pleasurable feeling she had been used to get when she had felt her limp penis before she had changed. She guessed that if she were really aroused then it would be different and would experiment a little to see if she could become turned on. Having finished her explorations, she looked in Jenny's cupboards to find something different to wear. She felt like having the whole girl experience and looked for a short skirt and something a little more revealing to wear up top. She had just finished dressing, and had managed to perform a passable make- up job, when she heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. "Sis - sis, are you home" she heard a young mans voice call out. She hoped that this was her brother. "Ye .. yes" she stuttered nervously, "I'm in my bedroom". "Okay, see you later then - I'm just going to take Carol home" he replied. She assumed that this was his girlfriend. After that everything seemed pretty normal, except that this time it was from a new perspective. She looked forward to Sandra's arrival tomorrow - she knew that she would liven things up a bit, if even half of her tales that she had shared on the chatline were to be believed! * * * * * With it still being mid-summer, 'Jenny' had no school to go to but still woke up early anyway. She stretched her arms and felt the movement from her chest and smiled to herself. Her first