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This story is intended for the entertainment of adults only. Copyright (C) 1998 by Maryann. All rights reserved. Permission Is hereby granted for non-commercial use of this complete and unaltered text. Electronic storage of unaltered copies for personal use is also permitted. Any other use of this text is a violation of copyright. No hardcopies may be made without written permission from the author. Through The Eyes Of A Woman By: Maryann Winning the science fair contest was the easiest thing Mark Jones ever did at the age of 15. His electronic design was so revolutionary that he applied for a patent and actually received acceptance. Everyone was amazed. His parents and close friends secretly branded the name 'Nerd' on him because of his reclusive habit of studying scientific journals while everyone else was outside playing. Six years later, Mark had grown up to be a nice looking young man. More than one woman would examine his studious face hidden behind his eyeglasses. He would shyly avoid their glance and turn beet red with embarrassment. It seems that all the years of hard studying had left him a virgin and ill-equipped to deal with the intricacies of charming a member of the opposite sex. He still felt more comfortable reading about electronic circuits than trying to understand women. They seemed to be more complicated than anything he tried to research. It was this nagging 'itch' that redirected my investigation of 'Human chemical Electro-pathways and the associated harmonic magnetic waves.' I read every article on measured current density within human cells. It was fascinating to learn that the body was more sophisticated than any machine ever invented. Every muscle action could be measured with a corresponding electrical equivalent. More interesting was the fact that the human eye could convert light into electrical messages directed to the brain. Surgically tapping into those signals was dangerous and sometimes deadly. Some scientific examinations arrived at moderate success with new micro CCD sensors actually placed behind the eye to convert light into those important electrical signals. I figured there was an easier way. I was amazed that no one had thought about the true physics associated with those events. I knew that every electrical charge would result in a corresponding magnetic fluctuation. The trouble was that no one could safely measure magnetic waves. That was until I calculated how to measure the 'harmonic magnetic waves' of the brain. My first box was crude and bulky. It fit into the size of an airplane carry- on suitcase. It consisted of delicate crystal oscillators tuned to a variety of frequency waves. These crystals were organic in origin and very much different from the silicon types. I felt much like the inventor of the first radio. The retinal patterns of every living organism were unique into itself. The converted electrical pathways and resulting magnetic waves made it possible to 'tag' each set of patterns and identify the individual by it's own characteristics. I thought to himself, "This will make it easy for me to log in unique search patterns!" My first experiments resulted in the actual transmission of a lab rat's real time eyesight to a nearby monitor. The collector array was very simple. If enough electronic pickups were deployed, the sensitivity could be well over ten miles. It took a few weeks of experimentation to miniaturize the scanner electronics into the size of a camera. And I was able to create a special headgear piece that transmitted the received retinal waves into his own personal visual perception. It was like I was short-circuiting his eye's optic nerve pathway to the brain. The lab rat's experiment created a wild and frightening experience of actually seeing from the rodent's perception. I was amazed at his brain's adaptive reflex to compensate for the lack of color and constant jerky movements. I got bored with the experiment because the rat was either always looking at food or the back fur of his mounted female mate. I wanted a human subject. ---------------------------------------------------- I was doing an intern program at a major telephone company research and development division. I loved the search for pure knowledge but hated the supervision enforced by the corporation. This telephone company was doing a lot of secret research about non-standard communication theories. I loved and hated this work at the same time. One person that I had come to hate very much was the department director- Dr.Janice Edwards. Janice was in her early thirties and was brilliant at her work. She had zoomed through all the best colleges and got her doctorate at an early age. Her main thrust was Psychology and Philosophy. Her appearance was what one would call 'starchy'. She always wore a white lab coat pressed neatly every day. The coat could not hide her obvious beautiful female endowments. She had a natural feminine presence that forced most of the nearby women to groan in jealous envy. Every man that she met wanted to really determine if there was a possible mistress behind the facade of the pragmatic female scientist. Janice could stop a clock with her enchanting green eyes decorated by the luxurious shiny blonde hair. Her piercing glance innocently mesmerized more than one man in her single life. Her regimented lifestyle resulted in a body that was fit and trim. Constant workouts resulted in a perfect hourglass figure. Since she didn't have much sense of style, her obvious endowments were usually hidden behind a lab coat. She constantly wore a pair of old black eyeglasses that was out of adjustment. Thus, she would have to peer over the frames to size up her latest goal. It came across as a contrasting matronly mannerism. Her parent's genes had been very kind to her. She could easily become an elite model if her personal drive didn't compel her practical scientific discipline on her outward demeanor. It was science that mattered. Janice could care less about what others thought about her looks. She wanted to become the first female scientist to win the Nobel Prize before her hair turned gray. Dr. Janice Edwards had no tolerance for anyone or anything that strayed from her ideal of scientific purpose. As a result, many of her associates resented her hard-handed attitude to work and ethics. The rumor was she had an old boyfriend that was very wealthy and controlled many of the Television stations in town. He still pursued her endlessly and constantly sent invitations for trips to far off destinations. She coolly rejected his advances and never returned his calls. The only person that she truly treated with respect and devotion was her young virtuous secretary, Mary Johns. Mary curiously catered to every whim of Dr. Janice Edwards. The staff raised their eyebrows more than once about the long lunches and gift trading at birthdays between the two. Mary Johns was a nineteen-year-old employee that exhibited the enthusiasm of youth and the vigor of life. Mary had a slim feminine figure very exotic in it's own right. Small breasts accented the delicate curves of a young woman. She had the gravity defying attributes that the older women only wistfully remembered. ---------------------------------------------------------- "Mr. Jones! Would come to my office immediately!" the intercom screeched as it interrupted my final electronic testing. I knew that he was in trouble by the tone that he heard from is current hated boss- Dr. Janice Edwards. "I have got to find a way to get into that woman's head someday." He thought to himself as he imagined a way to turn her dreadful attitude to his advantage. I entered the office and studied the body language of his boss. She was not exhibiting friendly signals. I noticed that her pretty green eyes were flashing from some inner fire. I could not help to admire her soft feminine frame as the light cascaded over her shoulder. "Do you realize Mr. Jones, that your work performance on your assigned project is pitiful beyond belief? You have missed almost every deadline and requisitioned electronic equipment way beyond the scope of your authorization." Janice said with repressed venom. "I am now putting you on notice that you have one week to come up with the results of the original mission. If I catch you one more time wasting precious company resources, I will fire you on the spot!" I sheepishly agreed to her statements and muttered something is a low tone while backing out the door. "I'll get even with that bitch someday!" "How dare she interrupt my experiments?" he thought to himself as he briskly walked back to the lab. I went home and decided that it was now time to figure out how to get some real dirt on his hated boss. The normally conservative lab personnel were more than surprised to see Mark smiling and strolling around the department with a camera in his hand. Most everyone knew that he had been put on notice the day before. They could not understand his cheerful behavior. What was more interesting was Mark's direction. He was searching out almost every female in the building and taking her picture. Some were cooperative and some were grouchy about his intervention into their private space. That was why he took a long distance shot of Dr. Edwards. No one realized that the camera was more than it appeared. The morning break was over and I could not wait to get back to my secret device in order to feed the new database of female optic nerve readings. I knew I would be canned if someone caught me cross-referencing names to specific electronic readings on an unsanctioned project. It was finally finished! Suddenly one of my associates walked in to ask me about the results of the department project. I regretfully stopped my task and hoped to get back to it later that day. The day turned out to be a real killer for workload. Everything kept going wrong. I was getting behind and knew that my performance was being monitored. I decided to stay late and catch up. I notified the security guard that I was ordering a pizza and staying late that night. The guard just grunted. My first selection was one of the secretaries in the clerical order entry pool. I faintly remembered that the subject was an aging blonde divorcee always looking for a man. Most men avoided her because she was not too bright and did not keep her body in shape. I thought she would be the perfect first experiment in case there was some type of feedback or backlash of energy. I figured that no one would believe her story of possession if she felt my presence. I put on the headgear and settled into a comfortable reclining position on the padded couch. It was fuzzy for a minute as I kept turning the controls for fine- tuning. There was an overlap of sensory input as I finally sharpened the images overlaying the optical portion of my brain. I closed my eyes and was jolted into the real time visual life of the overweight secretary. There was no sound but I did not notice because I was exhilarated by the actual success of my first try. I was actually seeing the same images that she was seeing! I had the extraordinary good luck to see himself putting on lipstick while looking at the reflection in the mirror. "This is so spooky!" I mused as she pursed her lips together and rubbed the errant lipstick off her front tooth. She was going out for the night and I was viewing part of her grooming ritual. I was actually experiencing the sight of another person! I was feeling vertigo as my life-long senses tried to compensate for the shortened angle of vision and peculiar changes of color. Some of the greens and blues were hard to differentiate. It came as a shock to me to realize that this secretary was actually color blind in certain color tones. It did not take long for my brain to accept the new sensory input. Everything started to feel normal. I experienced odd twinges of sexual excitement as I viewed very private examinations of private female parts. It was like the ultimate voyeuristic thrill. I saw the secretary put on a much too tight blouse and incredibly tight jeans. I could almost smell the perfume as he watched her spray it down her huge cleavage. I promised to work on the other sensory inputs for my machine so that he could enjoy what she was feeling. I watched with her as she glanced at herself for a final adjustment in the downstairs mirror. She was smiling for some reason. I was puzzled at the mystery of this woman being pleased with her overweight looks. I guessed that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. After the initial thrill of spying on an unknowing female, I got a little bored. The things I wanted to look at were not what she wanted to study. Most of the night was spent at the local tavern staring at her beer glass or at the parade of men entering the door. Later that night she spotted a couple of men observing her in late night drunken dullness. Her eyes kept coming back to the few men that seemed to be studying her. It was as if she knew the drill very well. The cat-like awareness from someone that he had taken for granted fascinated Mark. She was completely in command of her surroundings. The next hour of images consisted of moving to one of the men and watching his lips move silently. Whatever was said seemed to please the man. I suddenly felt an overwhelming need to urinate and took off the headgear. I rushed back from the bathroom and put the headpiece back on. I was amazed to see a close up of the strange man's eyes staring back at him. The woman was kissing the man! I felt a strange revulsion at being much too intimate with someone of his own sex. I had never considered this possibility before. I took off the headgear and turned off the machine. It was now late at night and the security guard would be coming around for rounds. I turned off the light and went home. The night was not a restful night for me. I dreamed of experiencing the jaded thrills of all the strange and beautiful women in the world. My shyness would be relieved by invisibly peeping at anyone that I selected. I had no idea of the ethical boundaries that I was broaching with these thoughts. I woke up late and had to rush to the office without eating breakfast. It was strange irony the I got on the elevator with the very same secretary that I had hijacked her vision the night before. She had bloodshot eyes as if she had stayed up too late. But, she was humming to herself with self-assured happiness. I figured that she had indeed got 'lucky'! I was just glad not to have been with her at the same time. I was determined to solve the problem of other sensory inputs. I figured that if the brain cortex could decipher various inputs of the body, I could program his machine to do the same. Upon reaching his desk, I noticed a letter with the company logo. I gasped as I recognized the signature of my dreaded boss. 'Please note that security reported that you were working late last night. We value the health of our employees and suggest that they manage their time to finish projects within normal working hours'. I relaxed as I noticed that it was just a form letter given as standard procedure. I would have to become more careful not to get on the 'chronic late workers list'. The next few weeks were spent in agonizing dedication to the company project. I could only casually spend time in a few of his female co- workers. I casually learned who was stealing office supplies and where most of the chocolate was hidden in nearby desks. The most intense moment was when I was shifting through selected female subjects. I stopped on Mary Johns for some reason. I thought that it might be interesting to get some 'dirty laundry' on his boss. It was almost beyond belief to see Dr. Janice Edwards smile at him. I forgot for a moment that I was seeing through Mary's eyes. I squirmed as my boss smiled warmly and passed a secret note to the waiting hands of Mary. I almost fainted to read- "thanks for last night- you were amazing! Please destroy this note!" "It was true!" I thought. "My boss is a closet lesbian!" Evil thoughts of revenge passed though Mark's mind. The break that I was looking for came next week. I had solved the transference of sensory inputs from one body to another. I could actually experience the full senses of my host. I would be considered a genius for this breakthrough research. But, it would have to wait until I satisfied my own personal goals. I had a few women to check on. Balancing the full sensory inputs over my recumbent male body tended to be interesting. If I used too little of a signal I could not hear of feel anything. But with too many signals, it overwhelmed my male senses. Also it helped to be very quiet and still. I did not want nearby sensations to interfere with these perfect voyeuristic sessions. My first full sensory out of body experience would be with one of the young female college interns. Her name was Trudy Givens. She attended one of the nearby colleges and needed to earn money to pay for her tuition. She was assigned to the security department. It seemed like thieves everywhere were trying to steal phone service. It was her job to track down stolen credit card usage and work with the police. Trudy was young, tan and beautiful. She only stood 5'2" tall in her petite frame. But she had the complete package. Full shapely breasts, flat tummy, and wide hips that flared to perfect contoured feminine legs. Her best attribute was her smile. She could get anything in life with that smile. She realized early in life that a beautiful woman could have her way in this mean 'man's world'. Trudy loved to go to the beach in the summer and keep her tan going in the nearby tanning centers during the winter. She was graceful in an exotic natural manner. Her slow sensuous movements drove every man wild with desire. She had a serious boyfriend and hundreds of admirers. Clothes were her fetish. She would shop till she found the perfect outfits that suited her fancy. She had a complete seasonal assortment of alluring female attire. She knew that she could not resist buying any shoe that met her eye. The high-heeled version was her favorite and contributed to her excessive credit card debt. She loved the delight reflected from her male friend's eyes as she pranced up to them and showed off her well-turned ankle. They always said 'nice shoes' while looking at her sexy legs. She secretly knew they really lusted after her obvious female attraction. She loved it! I announced that I was taking a long lunch break in the lab and did not want to be disturbed for any reason. I would use the time wisely to try out the new programming on the spectacular intern I spotted yesterday. She had dazzled me with her youthful smile and I could not get her image out of my mind all day. I decided to keep a diary of the events from this momentous point in history. It might become valuable someday when he became rich and famous. --------------------------------- If I had known now how my life would change so dramatically, I would have been more cautious about jumping into another person's body. I don't know if it would have changed the decision. It was probably fate the way things turned out. The temptation was too great. I remember that foreboding afternoon. I placed the familiar headgear on my scalp and relished the thought of peeking in the life of Trudy Givens. I must admit, it was like slipping into a comfortable pair of shoes. You just knew when the feelings were right! Don't get me wrong, there was no comparing this beautiful woman to a pair of shoes! I was totally overwhelmed by the torrent of perceptions crashing into my male brain. It was similar to being trapped in a crowd of people and hearing them all talk at the same time. Or, perhaps it was akin to listening to an orchestra selection and hearing only the loud cacophonous crescendo of sound. Suddenly, unique observations and impressions filtered to my psyche. The crowd noises became one voice and the music narrowed to an exquisite solo melody. I felt so small! A lifetime of sight from a different vantage point was very noticeable. Also, casual glances of my wrist and arm brought my attention to the frail and delicate female architecture that I was observing from. I had no conscious control, but I readily adapted to the host body steering me through delicious feedback. I marveled at the grace and splendor of sensuous movements from this young lady. I felt the inner pulsation of sexual need and natural flirtatious demeanor. This body could not help itself in sending out seductive signals. She was so alive and vibrant! I could feel the taste of newly applied lipstick on my mouth and see the tip of my cute girl shaped nose. If I thought hard enough, the hidden feel of bra straps on my shoulder felt completely normal. I could even feel the whisper touch of sensitive nipples shifting with involuntary motion against the lacy cups of my brassiere as I walked around the office. Her strong natural legs would whisper against each other as her fine hosiery communicated their exotic language while walking. My head felt different with the luxurious weight of feminine hair. It would occasionally swirl into my face and I would catch a whiff of this morning's feminine shampoo set. Trudy had selected a very tight skirt and long sleeved white blouse this morning. I could feel the stretch of fabric as my curvaceous ass settled into the padded chair. My long legs naturally crossed into a feminine position. It was more than once that the tips of my sensitive breasts would graze across the desk top while speaking on the phone. All these girlish sensations were too much for me to handle! Suddenly, I noticed an interior grumbling of my stomach muscles and found myself looking at the clock. It was time for lunch. I put away papers and reached for my lunch bag. I guess I brought my lunch rather than purchased it at the company cafeteria. As I walked toward the elevator, I found it curious that I reached into the bag and started to munch on a sandwich while pressing one of the buttons for the executive floors. Why didn't I go sit at the cafeteria? It was strange to feel myself quickly eating a sandwich and staring at my extremely beautiful reflection. I was looking at myself in the glossy interior wall of the elevator. The sandwich was consumed with a gulp. I primped up my hair and applied a last coat of lipstick before exiting. "God, I was gorgeous!" I thought. I could hear the click-clack of my high-heeled shoes on the polish floor. My bountiful breasts were swaying in perfect stride to my gait. I even unbuttoned one notch on my blouse. "How curious?" I thought to my male self as I could see my feminine hand knock on the door of one of the Jr. Advertising Executives. My nipples were starting to tighten up in arousal and I could feel my pulse quicken. The door opened to a handsome smile of John Desmond! I knew him! He was always boasting in the men's room about his love of the chase. Chasing eligible single women in this company! He called it 'Diamond Mining'. His latest catch today was me! "Did anyone see you come here?" He whispered into my ear while biting my tender earlobe. It sent shivers of delight down my spine. My male self was getting irritated at this point. I never had any feeling for a man, but I secretly wondered why I was getting so absorbed in this affair. A thought passed in my mind that it would be interesting to experience sex from the other side. I couldn't believe that I was thinking this! It must be this woman's soul overloading my receptor sites in my quiet male flesh. "Does every woman in this company have some secret sexual relationship?" I thought. His attention was directed solely on my sweet feminine body. He closed the door and locked it while holding his strong arms around my tiny waist. I could actually feel my vagina starting to lubricate. "I have wanted you all day and can't wait to have you!" he said in a husky voice while forcefully guiding my body to the nearby couch. I demurely accepted his dominant actions. My hands were helping to unbutton his shirt and he was grouping my breasts in desire. He almost tore my blouse in his hurry. One of my breasts popped out of the silky garment. I heard him suck in his breath in wonder. The sucking progressed to my protruding nipple. My breathing was getting hot and heavy between his kisses. His hard member was demanding attention while rubbing against my female legs. He had pulled my skirt up around my waist while holding my ass cheeks in each hand. My soft breasts were squashed against his hairy chest with delicious contrast. We had nothing on but our underwear at this point. We could have been discovered at any moment in the middle of our secret sexual liaison. It just made it more extremely erotic. For some reason, I could smell a familiar odor. He was wearing the same cologne that I wore on my male body! This was starting to trouble me a little bit. I heard my voice say "Please, please make love to me now. I can't wait any longer!" John proudly stripped completely naked and smiled as he gripped his gigantic cock in his hand as he calmly walked to my eager body. It was at this point that I could not take it anymore and ripped the headgear piece off my head. "Whew!" that was intense! I said to myself. It was then that I realized that I had an enormous hard-on! Why was I so turned on? My brief experience as Trudy had created an experience beyond comprehension. I had truly experienced what a woman was feeling. I did not want to be found out, so I closed the lab and went on about my duties. But, strange feelings and desires were invading my body for the rest of the day. I did not know it then, but I had been 'Imprinted' with the temporary female essence of Trudy. I found myself acting strangely like her for the rest of the day. Fortunately no one noticed my slightly feminine walk and mannerisms. It took almost the rest of the day for my male inner-self to take over normal body functions. I stopped dead in my tracks when I spotted Trudy later in the day. She blithely ignored me and I remembered that it was I alone that had been observing her with carnal awareness. She had no idea of my secret corporeal invasion. As she walked by my workstation, the palms of my hands started sweating. I was obsessed with the thoughts of a body take-over. I knew that there was danger in remnant soul traces from the host body when I returned. One hour of observing had affected me for more than four hours when I returned to my own body. But, I had to find a way to be more than just a 'silent hitchhiker'! I had to get control! The next few weeks were the worst in my life. I was struggling to keep my job in focus and concentrate on the problem of transference. I could not get control of the problem of bodily functions without suppressing the autonomous brain functions. The thought of possessing a dead body did not appeal to me. And to make matters worse, Dr. Janice Edwards started snooping around my private equipment. I knew that she was spying on my work, and I took great efforts to hide the evidence. The solution to the problem occurred to me in my sleep one night. I must have been dreaming about the problem. It became very clear that in order to control the host body, I would have to 'trade out' my conscious thoughts with the victim's body. That way, the brain would not be wiped like a hard disk reformat. It would be a delicate balance of keeping the 'tether' in place in order to reverse the process. I did not relish the fact of becoming a permanent 'someone else!' There was also the problem of the transferred host getting into trouble with my body. I figured the best means would be to chain myself to a bed with a combination lock that only I knew. And the use of a dampening field helmet adjustment to let my 'guest' sleep through the ordeal. The only loose end would be the security guard at the lab. I would have to pretend to go home and break back into the lab. Since I had access to the computer security codes, it would be a matter of distracting the guard from my quarters and fix the 'logs' when the experiment was finished. I planned for the big day. It was a busy day and everyone was on edge because some government military brass was doing a tour. Rumor that our fearless leader- Dr. Janice Edwards had developed a behavior modifier that might be useful in times of war when interrogating prisoners. I could care less because I could think about nothing other than my first experiment. The distraction might be useful to keep the guards out of my area. I feigned some excuse late one afternoon about having to work late again. I watched as everyone left. As fate would have it, Dr. Janice Edwards and her secretary were staying late also. I thought I would have to cancel the experiment and noticed that they glanced at each other and smiled while looking at the clock. It was then that they hurried to get out the door and make it look like no one noticed their surreptitious glances at each other. I laughed at this. It would be the ultimate test! I would become Dr. Janice Edwards tonight! If I could pass the test with her courtesan- Mary Johns, I could know that no one could stop me. I said good night to the guard and noticed that a big basketball game was on his monitor and he would be preoccupied with that game. Sure enough, it was easy to create a noise distraction and rush to his computer console while he was out investigating. I plugged in my high security clearance and managed to alter the log in files. I had planned the details of this important event for weeks. I breathed a big gulp of air as I entered my lab. But not before putting a sign on the outside of the door that read- 'Danger- Radioactive experiment in progress!' I figured that should keep everyone out. I had everything ready to go and could feel the adrenaline flowing through my bloodstream as I prepared. I hesitated just a moment and wondered to myself why I was really doing this? I steeled myself and pressed the button. It was the same transition of acclimation to a new body and feedback. I could tell that something was indeed different. My breathing was rushed and I felt warm. My excitement of the experiment had crossed over to the new body. I looked at my surroundings and almost fainted with the thought that it was ME that was controlling the eyelids. I finally had the control that I desired. This soft and sexy female body was mine to command. I looked down to see myself wearing a very comfortable lingerie set. It consisted of a matching black see through lacy coordinated outfit. I could feel the firm and generous breasts sitting perched on my chest like water buoys floating on the ocean. My new big blue eyes got very wide in wonder as I caressed every slope and curve of these firm mammaries. They were more perfect than any centerfold picture that I could remember. They were now mine! Strange new exotic feelings were coming to my male consciousness. A part of me was saying that this was female and foreign! But another part of me that consisted of the core workings of this body steadied my nerves and soothed my soul by sending normal feminine feelings of sensuousness. It was like I had known this body all my life. I was completely yoked to every fiber of this beautiful body. Overwhelming emotions were cascading over my tiny male kernel of control. I couldn't help notice how gorgeous I looked in the mirror. Every action resulted in an extreme ladylike gesture. It was as if I was totally immersed into the life long habits of growing up female. I knew deep down that I was trying to sort out the conflict of my perceived notions versus the real body feedback of an actual woman! While looking into the mirror at my reflection, I became conscious of the fact that Dr. Janice Edwards had perfect vision! I realized that the reading glasses were just a hoax at work to convince fellow workers of her scholarly position. I realized why. The body that stared back at me in the mirror could easily be observed as a beautiful young goddess. In the cutthroat world of business and research, this beauty would get in the way. That was no doubt the reason why Dr. Edwards subdued her outward appearance. I suddenly realized that I was sitting at a very effeminate make-up alcove with hundreds of perfume bottles and cosmetic jars. Tiny bright lights outlined the large round mirror in front of me. The mirror's reflection showed a wild assortment of delicate garments neatly stored in the large walk in closet. All those expensive clothes were purchased and designed to accent this perfect sexy female body that I was enjoying. I could see dresses that were so thin that they would barely cover my obvious attractive attributes. I realized that Dr. Janice Edwards led a very different life away from the office. I was curious about some of the outfits and shoes in the closet. I got up and started studying the selection. It was wonderful to hold some of the evening dresses up to my barely clad body and imagine going out to the theatre. The shoes were beyond belief. There were more female shoes than I had ever seen in one place. Dr. Edwards most certainly had a shoe fetish. Seems like she could not pass up buying every pair that met her eye. I could not resist putting on a pair of expensive red platform types with straps across my toes and ankles. My new small feet fit perfectly into the brand new polished leather. In passing, I noticed a delicate shine of nail polish on each toe. The shoe fit with precision to my high female arches. I knew these feet were born to wear high heels. It just felt so natural perched high up in the air with the back of my legs pulled taunt while pulling my ass up in a suggestive angle. I also could not resist putting on a very dainty looking sweater. It was a new designer type that suggestively accented the best parts of a woman's body. I laughed out loud at the image of myself in a sexy cashmere top, skimpy lingerie panties and red high heels. I could have been the envy of every man within eyesight. It was just as I was bending down to unfasten the buckles that I yelped in my new high feminine voice as a pair of soft hands came from behind my back and suggestively reached under the soft fabric of the sweater top. My ample nipples reacted with swift precision. I turned with surprise and saw the smiling face of Mary Johns. She had been in the apartment all along! I was totally shocked and she noticed my anxiety and started kissing the nape of my long soft neck. "Playing dress up or dress off?" she quizzically asked. "Can I play too?" as she started slowly pulling my sweater up over my head while trapping my arms helplessly against each other. I could feel the warm exotic pressure of her young firm breasts press against my own. She started rhythmically gyrating her crotch against my pussy. My head was completely covered and I was shocked to feel the soft caress of soft animal fur gently rubbing my exposed mons. I started a tender involuntary moan laced with obvious pleasure. "Ah, just the way you like it!" Mary explained with sexual purpose. "This fur covered glove creates such a titillating feeling, doesn't it?" she said as she moved from my taunt exposed nipples down to my waiting vaginal lips. I could smell the familiar odor of a woman highly aroused. The woman was me! We were working up a sweat by now and I could not help but to move my delicious ass in upward thrusts trying to meet the mystical fur covered phallus. What a feeling! In my total darkness, I was being seduced on this bed. My increasing passion made me oblivious to everything except the sexual pleasure I was receiving with tender deliberation. I wanted to grab her body and give back some of the sexual fire, but I was trapped in the folds of the sweater. I really was enjoying being the recipient of all this attention. The helpless feeling was just turning me on even more. I could feel the waves of a climax coming. It felt like a warm cauldron of liquid fire deep within my groin. It was nothing like I ever felt as a man. My nipples were extremely sensitive and my pussy was getting very lubricated! It happened suddenly. I started getting very loud in my high female voice. A detached part of me was surprised that Dr. Janice Edwards was a 'screamer'! The climax lasted for about three minutes before my limp body signaled the end. Mary Johns pulled the sweater off and kissed me with loving tender passion. I had just experienced my first female orgasm. It was wonderful! Mary was studying me after the last kiss and asked, "where did you learn how to kiss like that?" I realized that I had returned her kiss in my remembered male fashion of deep tongue manipulations. "Oh, just trying something new!" I quickly concocted. We dressed in luxurious robes and prepared some tea. We talked small talk and I avoided subjects that I knew she would suspect because of my ignorance. I kept glancing about the room and wishing that I were alone so I could examine all the feminine things in "my" room. I was about to excuse myself to take a shower when the timer mechanism tripped on the machine back at the lab. I felt the eerie transfer of body feedback as I realized I was back in my own male body again. I was lying down on the cot with a chain around my leg and an electronic helmet on my head. It was a deliberate short session but I still felt as if I was in her body! I had phantom sensations of breasts and long hair. It was probably the imprinting adjustment period as the brain tried to sort out the new memories versus the real body feedback. I would have to be careful not to act gender-reversed as I walked back home to my apartment. I went to sleep with thoughts about how soon I could try this experiment again. The next day was hell! Dr. Janice Edwards was in a very grumpy mood. She scowled at everyone at work and asked that her secretary hold all her morning calls. She insisted that I meet her in her office at 4:30PM. She deliberately scheduled the meeting late to keep me on edge. I saw her at lunch talking very intensely to Mary Johns. I could not help but to notice her curved ankle placed at a suggestive angle at her lunch table. It was more than I could bear to think that her delicate shapely ass was positioned with expression on the normal chair. The tight fabric of her skirt was exaggerating her shapely contours. I could remember each and every one of those sensations! I could even imagine her with the cool breeze of the air conditioning causing goose bumps on her exposed thighs. I could even imagine the restricted pull of the too small bra straps creasing into her smooth shoulders. And, it was as if I could savor the restricting but womanly feel of pantyhose. I was staring so intently that my co-worker sitting next to me said, "Hey guy! Come back to planet Earth!" I snapped back to attention and tried not to look in her direction again. But, it was useless. I was becoming obsessive with the life of Dr. Janice Edwards! Of all the women that I had experienced through my machine, Dr. Janice Edwards was the most intriguing. Her brain closely matched mine in quickness and capacity. She had a very sensual side of her that not many knew about. She took great care of her body and it showed. The downside was her plain pragmatic outlook on life. She would be much more likable if she tried just a little more femininity in her workplace. I wondered if it was possible to create a subtle suggestion of sexiness on my next session? "Oh my God!" I thought. "I was just getting my male bearings again and all I wanted to do was immerse myself into her womanly persona as soon as I could!" I quickly reassured myself that as much fun as that would be, it would be dangerous to circumvent security too many times. Besides, my main goal should be to advance my career whenever I could. Thus, I began to plan how a temporary possession of good ol' Dr. Janice Edwards would catapult me into the senior management team! I thought that a few well-placed phone calls to the board members in favor of a certain Mr. Mark Jones would really jump-start my advancement in this company. Looking back, I realized that this decision was a critical turning point for my life. I was dreading the meeting with her this afternoon. The time quickly came and she was very professional as she pointed for me to sit across from her desk. "Mark, it is my position to review my employees every once in awhile for the company." She said with a poker face. I just knew that she found out about my experiments and how I planned to take over her delicious body again. "While you tend to have strange work habits and miss the time clock, your work is nothing less than brilliant!" Her words shocked me. I was waiting for the axe to fall and she was rewarding me for being a good scientist? And since when did she consider my late project completions as brilliant? "It is with regret that I will soon announce my intention to take a Sabbatical. I have been working too hard for this government project and it is taking its toll. In my absence, I want you to consider taking over my duties here at this division?" Her words stunned me! My goal was starting to become reality without using my machine. I felt a small twinge of sadness in the fact that I would not have to inhabit that luscious body for my plan. I agreed to everything she asked and walked out of her office in a cloud. She was suspiciously nice to me and gave me all that I could ever want. My salary and position would be equal to hers. I wanted to immediately go out and buy that new black Corvette that I could never afford. Instead, I went home and thought about Dr. Janice Edwards all night. I knew that if I were not careful, my methods would be discovered. It was like the bank robber promising that he would rob just one more bank and retire. The ride to work was a constant turmoil with myself about the safe, wonderful job that was finally mine. Then I thought about how delicious it felt to kiss another woman from the lips of Dr. Janice Edwards! I remembered incredible passion and technique passed between the sexy full lips between my apparent lover and me. There must have been a devil on my shoulder talking into my ear because I found myself plotting just one more voyeuristic interlude. The guard was just as stupid again and my knowledge of the security codes worked precisely. I thought it slightly odd that the machine looked a little different tonight. The cleaning crew had been present and straightened up the constant clutter. They had a habit of occasionally knocking off crucial wires and connections with their mops. I was in a hurry and did not think more about it since the machine booted up correctly as expected. I brought a sandwich and devoured it while double checking controls. I wanted to time out the return a little longer. I decided that three hours would be perfect. It was easy to get the controls set and I felt butterflies in my stomach to think that I would be controlling that wonderful woman's body for my own satisfaction. The transference went without a hitch. I could feel the sensations of her lovely female body. I laughed at myself to think that it felt like my second skin. What a smooth and sexy skin it was! I was alone in the apartment this time. I was still dressed in the business lab coat that she was wearing all day. I was seated at the desk staring at some scientific notes from the company. The notes looked vaguely familiar. They were a collection of security observations and peer group analysis of my machine! I knew it! She had been snooping around my device! I felt a small chill of dread with the thought that the company knew about my endeavors. But, on the other hand, I was the one in control and could destroy the notes and set up a smoke screen in order to hide my device to a safer location. It would only take a letter here and a memo there delivered to the right hands. As much as I wanted to personally explore this body in private, I steeled myself with diligent urgency. It was weird to see my slim feminine fingers write out a personal memo to the security director. The handwriting was fluid and easy to read. It was nothing at all similar to my chopped shorthand. The memo would give me clearance to move the machine once I got back to my male body. I explained that it was 'top secret and the security director was not to communicate back to Dr. Janice Edwards because of a possible leak'. This would enable the real Dr. Janice Edwards not to be confused with orders that she could not remember issuing. I finished a few more letters to other department directors and felt rather smug with myself. I even put them in the convenient fax machine so that it would date stamp it from her home machine. It was time to inspect this body! I fixed myself a glass of wine and put on some soothing background music. I dimmed the lights and slowly unbuttoned my female garments. My hands started trembling as they brushed the very exposed nipples proudly protruding from my chest. I could feel an inner fire of sexuality as I caressed and explored every inch of this luscious frame. Even my toes radiated an attractive female charm. I was in love with myself! It was easy to get into a masturbation rhythm as my hands easily found their way around sensitive nerve centers. I found it extremely erotic to watch myself in the mirror as my beautiful face contorted in an orgasmic release. It was so satisfying that I could not wait to try it all over again. My thin womanly fingers were hurting by the end of the hour. I was thrilled to think that my male body would have had to wait to recharge before having an orgasm so quickly. Not in this perfect female athletic body, Dr. Janice Edwards had real staying power! Taking a break, I decided to try on some outfits in my closet. Some of the dresses and gowns looked so tiny but fit perfectly snug to my new rounded contours. She had many designer outfits with the tags still on the hanger. It was if she had been buying expensive clothes but was afraid to wear them at her conservative workplace. I imagined myself as a high priced hooker while dressed in a tight red dress with a plunging neckline. My large breasts struggled to stay within the confines of this outfit. I knew that it would gather second and third lustful looks from any man in sight. Another outfit suggested a vision of an executive secretary for a Manhattan real estate developer. The navy blue double-breasted top was a pure fashion designer silhouette. The skirt was a micro mini with delightful glimpses into the suggestive nylon covered juncture of my feminine thighs. I could not help but to step into the highest heels present in the closet. My fantasy was projected as a kept woman in love with her boss and dressing to encourage a high degree of sexual tension at the office. My imagination ran with a day of flirtatious gestures culminating in a hard driving liaison at the Plaza Hotel. I was starting to have a lot of fun in my private daydream. I was losing track of the time and figured that she would become extremely suspicious when the transference happened again if everything wasn't exactly the same. I rushed to put everything in order and sat at the same desk in anticipation as I watched the seconds click by on the small feminine watch adorning my narrow wrist. I took a deep breath as I counted down the seconds to the appointed three- hour time limit. The second hand on the watch crept by agonizing slow as I watched. I found myself clenching my teeth together waiting for the moment to happen. The minutes went by like hours. I figured I must have figured something wrong in my settings. I would give it a little longer. I was really starting to panic when my scientific mentality started sending signals that something was incorrect! The timer mechanism had failed to engage back at the lab! I was stuck in this body until I could correct the problem! I had a high degree of anxiety before I calmed myself with the thoughts that if I got myself into this jam, I could get myself out! Since it was almost midnight, my dilemma was to go to the lab immediately or wait to be the first one there in the morning. I could not risk being discovered in the morning with the rush of workers about so I threw on a jacket and drove to the company office. I kept looking at myself in the rear view mirror as I constantly adjusted the shoulder belt pressing between my breasts with a very uncomfortable pressure. My reflected visage was so beautiful! I could not believe that it was 'Me-Mark Jones' in this body driving to work as Dr. Janice Edwards! Everything from the my glistening fingernails propped up on the steering wheel to the gentle indentation of my dress between my legs made everything feel so surreal. I knew that it was real because two teen age male joy riders were eyeballing me with huge smiles while I was idling at the stop light. I blushed and averted their stare while gunning the car forward. Being the object of two teen-age male fantasies was the last thing I needed at this point. I rushed out of the car and into the company building. I brushed off the guard while flashing my ID card. He mumbled something about 'crazy management types' while I waited patiently for the elevator. I could see my reflection in the shiny elevator door and found my self unconsciously primping my hair and checking my make up. I almost recoiled at the thought that my masculine control was reverting to the natural female stimulus. The elevator took forever to reach my assigned lab. I sped to the locked doors and punched in my secret codes. I literally ran to the device and was shocked beyond belief to see an empty couch and the machine turned completely off. I never allowed the computer to go cold dead! It was then that I noticed a small electronic box attached to the power cord. It was a simple radio controlled power switch that could be picked up from the local Radio Shack. It had performed its task perfectly. When the signal was sent, the machine would power down and disconnect the tenuous connection between the souls of the separate bodies. I was stuck! The dampening helmet was dangling in the air very still. My new female heart was racing and my brain was having a panic attack! Someone had released the body before me! Dr. Janice Edwards now was completely aware of her surroundings and maybe even the events that got her in my old body? I clenched my fists and groaned. I would have Hell to pay tomorrow! I questioned the guard and he couldn't remember seeing anything strange. I had no choice but to drive home and spend a very restless night thinking about what I would do. I even tried calling the phone number of Mark Jones. There was nothing but the spooky sound of my old voice talking back to me in the answering machine. I would spend my first night in a woman's bed. I had always thought that there would be a partner with me. The alarm suddenly woke me up. I could have sworn that I had not slept a wink all night worrying about my plight. I took a quick shower and applied lotion all over my skin because it felt so dry. I took great care in applying the make-up so that it looked every day natural. Pulling up the panties and hosiery for work was something I had never done in my male life. I shivered with admiration at the very feminine appearance that I suddenly portrayed. The sensation was an unusual feeling of naked exposure to have my legs bared to the work place. I also selected a plain navy skirt and starched white lab coat. My jiggly breasts kept getting in the way of buttoning up the blouse. Then I applied a light shade of lipstick on my pursed lips. My inner male control was losing it minute by minute as I realized I was checking my pure white teeth for any errant lipstick traces. I balked at the glasses. I certainly was carrying on a charade, but the fake glasses seemed over the top. I gulped down a cup of coffee and grabbed a bagel from the pantry while rushing out the door. Some things don't change. I never had time for breakfast in my old male body either! I took a deep breath and said to myself "I can do this! No one will suspect!" My first stop was to the head of Security. I knew that if I looked hard enough, I would find out who stole my real body. There were all kinds of surveillance devices and electronic snoopers on the system. I walked into the director's office and saw a middle-aged balding man staring intently at his papers while holding a coffee mug. "Murray, good to see you!" I said in my high octave voice. He looked up from his desk and was quite surprised to see me. "Good morning Dr. Edwards, what brings you here this morning?" he asked with a mysterious look on his face. "I have a suspicion about a certain Mark Jones doing a special research project. Could you please give me the compilation of any investigative work done on him?" I said, as I tried to convey the assertive boss. I figured if there was an investigation, this would flush it out. "Oh, Uh, sure. I'll try to get it to you after your retirement ceremony!" Murray said with obvious shifty eyes. He could not look me straight in the face and I knew he was lying. He then placed his coffee mug on his papers leaving an expanding brown ring when he spilled it. Then it dawned on me with delayed reaction. Did he say retirement ceremony? "Murray, what do you mean my retirement ceremony?" I asked, trying to cover my shocked interpretation. "Well, Uh, I got a funny fax and called the board committee. They confirmed that you had settled your leave of absence. I knew that no one up in management calls it a 'leave of absence'; I know better- its called Good- bye!" I suddenly remembered that I had faxed him an explanation to keep his mouth shut to me. I had assumed that I would be back in my own body, but it was backfiring! He was starting to get uncooperative and I left. I headed up to my office. I almost went to Mark Jones's office before remembering that I belonged in the executive section. People were staring at me and looking away. I felt it very disconcerting. But, I passed it off as my paranoia about trying to manage this female body. I walked into the office and confronted my old male body sitting behind the executive desk. I gasped as the new Mark Jones examined my breasts before looking me directly in the eye. I remembered that same unconscious movement and always thought that no one noticed. I was struggling with words to say and he finally said, "Those are great looking Tits! I going to miss them very much!" My knees were starting to feel weak and I sat down on the low chair in front of his desk. I knew that the power of business positions gave him the advantage while seated across such an opulent desk. "What do you plan to do with my body?" I asked nervously, trying to get right to the point. "The question should be what were you doing with my body, Janice? You don't mind me calling you Janice, do you? I think it will be more befitting since you aren't really a Dr. anymore." I shivered as he said those words. He apparently knew more than he was saying. I decided to try to take control of the situation and said, "You are wrong, I was doing an experiment that must have gone terribly wrong. I am glad you are ok, but we need to get back to the lab to correct the unfortunate problem." "Janice, you can cut out the bull shit! I have known for a long time about your silly voyeuristic interludes. We only let you continue because you invented incredible technology and we wanted to see how you would develop it. You are probably wondering how I found out? Well it was because of a simple kiss. My lover- Mary Johns commented that I had kissed her with a passion reminiscent of some of her high school boyfriends. She said that I had almost sucked her tongue out during a kiss. That wasn't my style at all I figured it out very quickly because of the spying we were doing with you. Secret videotapes had confirmed the time line of my missing memory. You were violating my body with your evil machine!" I was becoming alarmed that he might have something very bad planned for me and I said, " You can't prove a thing! Keep in mind that I am in your body now. I have all the executive privileges and will force the board to resurrect my little 'experiment'. I will get my body back and we will forget this whole thing happened." I saw my former mouth form a big smile. The new Mark Jones was almost laughing as he said, " Janice, don't you remember? You are officially on a 'Leave of Absence' and promoted me into your job. I hold all the power with the board, not you! And because of your useful faxes to most of the department heads, you will not find anyone to help you!" I realized that he was right. I had boxed myself into a corner that would be difficult to get out of. "What am I supposed to do now?" I asked with resignation. Spending my life as Janice Edwards was too absurd to even imagine. "Some evil things in this world turn out to be a blessing in disguise!" The new Mark said with glee. "I wanted to rip your heart out for what you were doing to me, but the more I thought about it, the more I started to like it. You see, my good looks and female traits have always been looked at as a liability in this male dominated corporate world. I tried to project a professional appearance but always loved the soft silky lifestyle of a fashion model at home. I know you have seen my personal closet by now? I have reached as high in management as I ever could as a woman. I resented it and secretly wished that if I were a man, it would be different. And there was the fact that my lover was also female. This company would never let me admit my love affair with my own secretary. The solution was you! I realized that you possessed young virile looks, unused as they were. Your brain functions as fast as mine. I decided it would be a good swap for me if Mary would approve. She was delighted! She said she was in love with the inner me, now what the outside package portrayed. We plan to consummate our engagement tonight! Too bad you won't be there!" The new Mark continued, "I had it figured out. Your body will enable me to get everything I want out of life. I am sorry to be so mercenary, but it was you that started this irreversible process. I only have a couple more details to take care of!" I was now breathless in fear. There was no way that I was going to live as a male in this gorgeous female body! Mark Jones quietly got up from his chair and walked towards the door. I couldn't believe how tall and powerful my old body looked at that instant! I really felt like the helpless female at this point. Instead of leaving the room as I thought, Mark locked the door and turned down the light to a low level. He said, "Janice, you may have heard about a new device that we were developing for the military? I hated the project because it would be ultimately used to hurt mankind. I was successful in keeping the grant money flowing, but sending out reports of the failure of the best behavior modification device ever invented!" I was looking at him and horrified about what was going to happen next. "Janice, this is not going hurt at all. Matters of fact, the secretly placed electrodes in the chair are promoting a very soothing, pleasant feeling. Isn't that correct?" I could barely hear him. My mind was getting very foggy with soothing waves of pleasure enveloping my total being. "Janice, you are getting very sleepy. Why don't you listen to my voice and let yourself go. That's it, you can feel yourself becoming very agreeable to everything I say. You feel like you are floating above your body and I can mold my thoughts into your thoughts. Very good, my thoughts are your thoughts!" I suddenly popped awake. I felt refreshed and very alive. It was as if some weight had been taken off my shoulders. I saw Mark sitting at his desk smiling that damn Cheshire cat grin again. What had happened? "What have you done to me?" I asked in astonishment. I was still in this female form, but something felt different. I could not pinpoint the difference other than I felt a lot of my anger and feelings were changed. "Oh Janice, you will be thankful for the small attitude adjustment. Life can be enjoyable, if you let it! If you can excuse me, I have to get back to work. You can go home now!" His words stunned me. Of course, I was on vacation and should be getting back home to prepare for a trip! Mark looked so manly and benevolent sitting at that desk. I got up and slowly walked to the door with feminine cat like grace. I knew that he was staring at my tight ass as I turned around and said good- bye. I was happy and walked down the corridors while showing off my attractive breasts and swinging my hips. I got home and started to get some of my favorite outfits out to pack. I took off most of the shopping tags since I really planned on using them. I also took along a large assortment of lingerie for some reason. I stopped dead in my tracks. I knew that something was wrong. I could sense a tiny flame of my male inner being screaming to fight back and not allow the femininity to take over. I went into a little trance and felt better again. No more annoying guilt coming up to disturb my happy adventure! I was all packed up and still was not bothered that I did not have the faintest clue about where I was going or doing. Suddenly the phone rang. It was Trevor Keach, my old boyfriend! My pussy started to get wet just hearing his voice again. He said that he was in town and got a phone call from a Mr. Mark Jones to come down to work to tell him something very important about me. He went on to say that he must have been tired because he was embarrassed to have taken a nap in Mark's office. But he felt better now. In fact, he said he never has quit lusting about my body and would I be available for a weekend get away? I said yes and please hurry! The weekend was at a fabulous Hotel overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Little good the view did