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The Artifacts: Cinderella's Slippers Part II By Dee Dee Perri CHAPTER 1 A spray of gray hair drooped across Dr. Frank Penner's forehead as he carefully reread the ancient clay tablets in front of him. Also lying on the specimen table was a rude cast iron box from which the tablets had been removed a few hours earlier and a pair of shoes made from what appeared to be volcanic glass. Although his translation was still far from complete, he had ascertained that the tablets described a tale involving these "glass slippers". As he carefully placed the last tablet back on to the table he turned toward his assistant and said, "The author of this manuscript indicates that the shoes in the box once belonged to Cinderella!" "As in the fairy tale?" "Close enough! A common house servant who married a charming Prince with the help of these glass slippers...anyhow, apparently that's only part of the story and maybe the least interesting part at that!" He finished with a grunt. "How can that be? This is England, not Scandinavia. And the fable- well, doesn't it date from about the 11th?" "Yep, I'll bet every dime I have though that these artifacts are 6th century. When we get back to UCLA next week, these will be the first items that I'll have you run a carbon date on. Weird though?" "Frank?" "Well, the author, Gwin of Castle Vainfair, reports that she was transformed into a wood nymph after wearing these slippers but for a few moments! And she was but one of many that were so transformed. From her descriptions of the changelings, I would say that they were humanoid versions of fairy "prototypes"- fire sprites, wood nymphs and the like." "You don't say!" Interrupted Sara laughingly. The middle aged woman, her eyes twinkling, pointed at the slippers. "How could anyone wear these? They are so small- they'd only fit a pixy!" "According to these tablets, anyone can wear these slippers," Dr. Penner picked the slippers up carefully, "if they but apply both feet at the same time. Apparently, the toes need only touch the insides of the slippers. You want to try them?" He said with a mischievous grin on his face." "Dr. Penner!" She blushed as she laughed. "Me- a wood nymph, how lascivious!" "The British government wouldn't be pleased if anything happened to their artifacts!" Growled Jennifer Samuel. "Jenny!" Frank jumped up- startled by her sudden appearance in the tent. "Didn't see you come in. I was just telling Sara about these shoes. According to the tablets, they're MAGICAL! If you were to touch them to your feet, you'd be transformed into a FAIRY PRINCESS!" Dr. Penner tried to keep a straight face but before he could finish his presentation, a broad grin erupted on his face. "Well! As her Majesty's representative on the archaeological site- I demand the right to use them first!" The chubby young woman giggled. "As but a lowly colonial," Dr. Penner bowed gravely, "it is my duty- no- my honor to allow you, Her Majesty's representative, to wear Cinderella's shoes." "Really? Cinderella's shoes? That was always may favorite fairy tale Dr. Penner." "Here, let me help." Offered Sara as she joined the playful exchange. On an impulse, Jennifer sat down and extended her toes out toward Sara. "But carefully Sara!" Sara took the shoes from Dr. Penner and attempted to slip one onto Jennifer's extended foot. The foot, of course, was much too large to enter the miniature slippers. "Am I a fairy princess- NOW?" Jennifer asked with an impish grin. Holding up two fingers, Frank Penner said, "Both feet- the magic requires that you use both feet at the same time!" "Like this?" She extended her other foot and Sara touched it with the second slipper. Suddenly Jennifer's smile vanished as her face took on a startled expression. "Something is happening to me!" She yelped. She yanked her feet away from the shoes. Frank Penner didn't react at first, for he was sure that Dr. Samuel's daughter was- well putting him on. But his assistant squealed as she pointed at Jennifer's feet, "Look!" Impossibly tiny feet were now attached to Jennifer's substantial ankles. Perfectly formed but so small that is was entirely possible that they could now fit the tiny slippers. The large woman was attempting to clutch at her transformed feet when a new sequence of changes began. Her body and face seemed to be melting right before their eyes. Her face took on a look of terror that was almost instantly reflected in the features of Sara and Frank. Jennifer then flopped back on to the tent floor with a gasp. As Dr. Penner reached around the woman to lift her up, he was instantly aware that she was no longer the same person that she was but a few seconds earlier. For one thing, she didn't weigh more than 80 pounds- less than half of what she carried when the shoes were first applied. And second, as he gently carried her over to his cot, he couldn't help but notice the voluptuous figure under the now overly large dress. "Bring the lamp over here!" He ordered. She was breathing easily and her eyes were open and alert, but her face- a total stranger. "Jennifer?" He queried. "Yes," Said the beautiful creature on his cot. "I'm OK Dr. Penner. I guess I fainted...or something." "My God!" Exclaimed Dr. Penner and Sara together. "Is it you? Jennifer?" Asked Dr. Penner. "Are you sure you're all right a- Jenny?" Said Sara. "My voice certainly sounds funny." The sexy blond pouted. As her hand touched her chest, she bolted up. "Dr. Penner! The slippers- they worked!" Now all three of them were talking at once. Jenny asked Sara for a mirror and as Sara scurried out of the tent, Jenny turned to Frank and asked, "Am I really a Fairy Princess now?" "Even though I've never seen one, or for that matter, even considered that a fairy princess could exist- Jennifer, you are one. I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you. Never!" His mouth was half open as he continued to stare at her. **************************************** The archaeological site was all but shut down for the year and most of the crew had already left. After tomorrow, when Jennifer Samuel left, Sara would have Frank all to herself for a whole week as they prepared the remaining artifacts for shipment. And she had planned on this exact situation since last winter when she first knew that they would be working the digs together. Sara had been in love with Frank for years- too many years in fact. But ever since his marriage to Linda, about five years ago, she had scrupulously hidden her feeling from him. This week, that fact was going to change. That is, she thought sourly, before this afternoon's experiment with the slippers. The second that she entered the tent with the mirror and saw Frank's face, she knew that her heart felt plans had been changed, once again, against her will. The idiot expression he held as he stared at Jennifer was revolting. At first she was envious of the young woman's transformation, so young- so perfect in every aspect. But in minutes, she became increasingly angry at Frank. So typically male. Decorticated by his glands. A man at his age and station- gulping so greedily at a creature that now looked no more that 17, was just plain gross! It wasn't entirely Dr. Penner's fault however. Jennifer was enjoying his attention. Being beautiful- being adored, these were new flavors to be savored for Jennifer had seldom received such attention from a male. And Dr. Penner was such a handsome, distinguished man- a scholar- someone she could actually respect. And right now he was being so charming. Although it was not intended, Sara became increasingly uncomfortable as Frank and Jennifer focused more and more upon each other. An intense sexual attraction had obviously developed between the changeling and the middle aged man. It was about the time that Frank opened the second bottle of Champaigne, to celebrate their discovery, that Sara took her leave. Neither noticed her departure from the tent. Sara was unable to sleep. Tossing and turning, she kept thinking of Frank with Jennifer. Not that they helped her at all through this painful evening for Frank's tent was not more than 60 feet away and she could hear amorous sounds rising up into the night air, sometimes quite loudly. Men! She thought. She had often suffered at their hands. This night was no worst than others she had endured. But she had thought that Frank was somehow different from the others but- NOOO! Attempting to turning her mind away from the stark images that occupied her, she thought of the slippers. If she had them, no longer would she be ordinary. With beauty like Jennifer's, the swine, any swine, would beg for her attention. What goes around- comes around. Yes it was time to balance the books! But to do that, she must use the slippers! No way would she be allowed to keep them, of course. Frank, like a man, would not allow that for he would have to control their use. Maybe he wouldn't even let her put them on! By midnight, after the noise from Frank's tent subsided, she had developed a plan- dangerous but simple, but first she would pack a few of her belonging into the Land Rover. **************************************** When Dr. Penner opened his eyes in the predawn light, all that he could make out in the tent were indistinct shapes colored in variations of gray. He could see the half covered nude form of Jennifer against the lighter gray of the eastward facing tent wall. The obvious beauty of the changeling's form assuaged, somewhat, his feeling of guilt. Having had sex with his co-investigator's daughter was inappropriate- to say nothing of what his wife would feel or do if she found out about this affair. This stray thought brought to mind another problem- should Jennifer not wish to keep this form, someone would have to accept the enchantment. Suddenly it occurred to him, how silly. These particular problems are trivial...Either magic existed, a terrifying concept from a scientific point of view, or more likely, the slippers were a mechanism so advanced as to appear magical relative to our current understanding of physical laws. Imagine the boys at Livermore Laboratories dealing with a device that could "dispose" of say 80 pounds, as it did with Jennifer last night, without converting the matter into any detectable form of energy. There was a Nobel Prize here for someone, though certainly not for an archaeologist. Dr. Penner's mind continued to chew through some of the implications of this discovery as he swung off the cot. Although his feet were now on the floor of the tent, he was still setting on the edge of the cot- in shock. Had he not witnessed the transformation of Jennifer last night, his discovery would possibly have unhinged his mind. The cold morning air nipped greedily at a pair of breasts that now hung from his chest. The unfamiliar tug brought his hands up to explore what he could see but poorly in the nearly dark chamber. It was impossible to estimate the size of these fleshy hillocks for it was suddenly obvious that his hands too had changed. They were small, feminine and soft- delicate and weak. His long, sharp nails flicked across nipples that extended abruptly from his breasts. Both were fully erect- probably in response to the cold. The hard nipples were in striking contrast to the fragile softness of the breasts themselves. Jennifer- no he discounted that possibility. According to the tablets, had she used the slippers on him, she would have lost the enchantment. As he looked at the sleeping form, it was all too obvious that she was still a fairy princess. A fluttery feeling came over him as he realized that he was also a fairy princess- now. One slender hand slid slowly down his chest, stomach, abdomen and finally to his crotch. There was no question as to the completeness of the transformation. A mild titillation surged through his body in response to his hand's passage over the clitoris. Lips and an opening between his legs- an opening into which he could and did insert his fingers, but no male organ, no rod, prick or cock. It was like touching a stranger, a female stranger. Sara, yes. Why? And then with some embarrassment he remembered last night. I ignored her- or rather we did. She must have been appalled at my behavior. In the pit of his stomach he knew there might be more. She was jealous- sure. Finally he broke his reverie. With both of his slender hands, he began to lightly shake Jennifer. "Fairy Princess..." The sound of his voice brought him up short. But a further effort was unnecessary for Jennifer immediately began to stir. "Was last night a dream? Please say it wasn't a DREAM Frank!" "Dream! Hell that was no dream!" Exclaimed Frank. The unfamiliar, feminine voice alarmed Jennifer. "Who-" "Whoa Jennifer, it's just me- Frank! Seems we had a midnight visitor who wanted to test out the slippers again- on yours truly." In a rowdy giggle Jennifer said, "You're- Dr. Frank Penner! A FAIRY PRINCESS- just like MEEE!" Her giggles turned into snickers as she said, "OH! How DARLING!" "Christ its cold! I got to get some clothes on." Said Dr. Penner. "I'll brew up some tea." Offered Jennifer as she slipped into her oversized dress. As he struggled into over sized pants and a heavy shirt, grousing as he became tangled in his own hair, he said between clinched teeth, "It's amazing what you can adjust to, once you've accepted the possibility. Last night I experienced making love to the most beautiful woman in the world and now I am one." From behind him he heard Jennifer at the specimen table. "Well I hope you can keep up your good humor Dr. Penner, because I can't find the slippers anywhere!" "Sara." Dr. Penner said in a flat voice. "I already figured that out. She was probably having some fun with us. Not to worry, I'll have us changed back in a moment." "Worry? Not me! If you don't mind, I'd just as soon stay this way forever Doctor." "Sorry Jen, no way. When we break my enchantment, yours will go to. It says so in the tablets. And between you and me, my wife would kill me if I came home like this!" There was laughter in his feminine voice as he said this. "Bloody rotten if you ask me. And I was just getting to get the hang of this body." Jennifer said somberly. "Best diet I ever had. OK! See you and Sara in the Kitchen." As she lifted the tent flap and ducked down ever so slightly to exit she grumbled once more, "Not fair- not at all!" Moments later Dr. Penner followed. He was quite a sight with his shirt tail hanging down below his knees and his tiny hands lost inside of the shirt sleeves and the pants made a great knot just above his feet where he had rolled them. In the oversized socks- no shoes, he crossed the stone encrusted area between his tent and Sara's. He called out to Jennifer, "The world looks different at this altitude. Even the tents look huge." **************************************** Jennifer had already finished her first cup of tea and was getting worried about the missing members of her party when the strangely beautiful woman appeared. "God! Your one beautiful bird! Turn around! Let me see!" "JEN! The strikingly pale face with the almond shaped eyes of dark brown had a long, almost mournful expression as if someone very dear had died. "SHE'S GONE! The slippers too. And the Land Rover. And the radio. And the cellular phone." The list was delivered in a flat monotone. "Stranded! Why'd she..." Jennifer grabbed Frank's arm and lead him-her into the tent. "Have a cuppa! It can't be all that bad. She's just putting a fright into you Frank. There's no way that a responsible person like Sara would try to make off with- steal the artifacts. I mean, my God!" Frank's frail shoulders were shaking as he tried to sip the very hot tea. "But what if she did?" He said, with a whine now evident in his sultry voice. "She could, you know." "Impossible! How would she get them out of the country. Why one call from us...Oh! Well when we get to a phone. Can't be more than a mile to the nearest house. It'll take her hours to just get to Heathrow- and the better part of the day to the States- NO problem." "You're forgetting something Jennifer. Who are you?" "What do you mean? I'm a...OH! Yea, a FAIRY PRINCESS- just like you." "Right! First we get to someone in authority, like your father. Second we convince him that we are well- us. And then we nail Sara at one of hundred's of possible destinations in the States- assuming that she will return there. Jennifer, if Sara has really gone over the edge and taken the artifacts- well she might go ANYWHERE!" She put her arm around Frank. It wasn't a bad deal for her, but the poor man was only now beginning to deal with the reality of his new situation. "It could have been worse," said Frank. "I could've been a redhead with oversized tits like the prince described in the tablets." His attempt a humor failed to break the despair he was experiencing. "I just can't believe that she did this! Not after all those years we had together. I just can't believe it." **************************************** Frank and Jennifer had boarded a train that would take them to westside London by 11:20. Now both were wearing shorts, T-shirts and plastic slippers that they had picked up in the village. There had been literally nothing at the site that would fit either of them. Both suffered from feet made sore by the absence of shoes in their long trek from the digs. "How long?" asked Jennifer. "Assuming that she left early- say 3:00 in the morning. She's probably out of Heathrow before 8:00. Half way to New York, if that's were she's going. And if she got the Concord- there by now. How long before we get to your parents home?" "Noon. And if Daddy isn't home..." "Afraid Jen she's got it made, at least for now." The two of them sat quietly, each buried in their own thoughts for a long time. Although most were discreet, their fellow passengers gave them more than a casual glance- men and women. In a low voice Frank finally spoke up, "Why are they looking at us?" "Get used to it little one," She replied with a smirk. "When you are as pretty as us, everyone looks. Not that I've had much experience with this before. Before long, one of those gents over there will screw up enough courage and try to hit on us. Bet you anything!" Frank's eyes widened. "Gads I hope not!" "Sweet buns, you better get used to it." She squeezed his smaller hand in hers. Frank's face blushed a bright pink when a young man caught her gaze. Emboldened, he and a friend came over to them. It seemed to take forever, but finally Frank managed to discourage the unwanted suitors. "Geeze, Frank! You can be such a drag." Groaned Jennifer. Several more minutes passed before Frank said anything. Finally breaking the silence. "I'm scared Jen. Really. This body. It's not like wearing a costume or something." With a nod of his head toward the departed boys he continued. "I felt a stirring, something inside of me. Alien, I mean really. It's like I was getting turned on or something. Jen, I'm straight, straight as an arrow and my body didn't care. IT was interested in that boy- ugh!" "I could tell. It was in your eyes, your face, even your posture. The boys knew. They could see it. That's why they were so confused when you told them to bugger off." CHAPTER 2 "Be right down love!" Jennifer's head disappeared from the window above. Frank had a fist in each armpit, and his forearms were covering his breasts. Stepping from side to side as if he was doing some primitive dance, the tiny woman waited impatiently for the front door of the brownstone to be opened. His bladder seemed about to burst and the air had developed a distinct chill. It'd be a tossup as to whether the WC or warmth would be more appreciated by him. As soon as the door opened, the brunet charged in. "Thank God, I was dying out there- which way?" "Down the hall, there's only the one. Looks like my folks will be out all day though. Bloody bad luck Frankie." Jennifer had unconsciously shifted to the feminine name earlier in the morning. There was little in Dr. Penner's behavior and none in his appearance to indicate that he was a middle aged male. The gender shift, however, didn't go unnoticed; Dr. Penner gave his companion a quick, dark look as he ran down the hall to find relief. Watching the provocative bounce of his bottom, Jennifer called out, "I'll be in my kid sister's room at the end of the hall when you're done." It was obvious that Frank was still chilled when he came out of the bathroom. "What's up?" He said as he continued to rub his arms briskly. "Clothes, that's what. We'll die in these shorts and my clothes are much too big for me- let alone you Frankie. Sis is a lot smaller. Here, what'd you think?" She held up a bright purple skirt with iridescent flowers. "Yuck! Got anything more a- conservative? How about warm. Sweater, slacks?" "Sorry, looks like she packed all her Fall outfits. How about this?" She held up a plain black dress. "Its light, but wool. About the best I can do for you. With panty hose, you'll feel like a new woman!" Frank nodded his head. "Yea, if that's the best you can do." "You'll need these though." And she tossed him a black bra of satiny material. The look that came over his face caused her to break into a grin. "Best wear it Frankie. In that black dress, your little boobies bouncing away unrestricted will draw a lot more attention than you'll want. That I promise you. And these too!" She tossed him a pair of black, lacy briefs. Minutes later, Frank was standing there, quite besides himself. He had to admit that the panty hose was a tremendous help in keeping him warm. But the dress was so slinky, he felt more naked than ever. The tiny waist emphasized the swell of his hips and butt. And the fit- tight, as if the dress had been painted on his body. "Kid sister?" "Yea, about twenty, and built like a model, ya know, skinny. Not at all like me- or rather like I was." She pursed her lips as she looked at her companion. "Shoes are going to be a problem. The only thing in black are heels." And she flipped them over to him. "Christ, how can you walk in these things!" Frank gasped as he tottered around the room. The feel of the nylons rubbing together as he walked was distracting. And the sound they made, a feminine whisper. And the narrow skirt, it restricted his stride. With every step, he was all too aware of what he was wearing. A few more minutes of practice and his movements became somewhat less forced but walking seemed to require his full attention. He was so preoccupied with this challenge that his pink tongue poked out between his lush, full lips. Jennifer was struck by how feminine Frank's movements had become. The sway of his hips and the swing of his arms were in perfect balance with the overall picture of a young, gorgeous female. "Come on Frankie, lets see what a little makeup will do for us." As they stood looking in the mirror at themselves, Jennifer commented. "Lucky for me I don't really need makeup. I have nothing in my color." She flipped her long blond hair up. "But your colors are almost the same as mine were." And she began to apply makeup to his eyes. "Wow! They were great before- but now look!" Frank couldn't believe what he saw. The mascara brought out his extraordinary lashes and the eyes were now deep pools of soft warm brown. He was in love. "I'm...beautiful, so beautiful." He pale face blushed. "Gosh! I'm turning myself on!" He could feel a warm rush centered in his loins. The male inside his brain was still there- still functional in this temple of femininity. "Now that you have converted me into this incredible woman, can we get back to business? We can't just wait here until someone comes home. Can't you reach your Father at the University?" "Sorry Frankie. I already tried- when you were on the can. No dice. Daddy's secretary guards him well. And she knows me too well to believe that this voice belongs to his daughter." "Can't just wait! How about the U.S. Embassy?" Jennifer's eye brows arched up, "You gota be kidding. You want to march in and do what? Report a theft? That's police business." "Christ Jen- I never though of it. How am I going to get back to the states? My passport! A fifty year old male, 6 feet- two, versus this! What'll you guess? Maybe 4 foot nine, if I'm lucky. It could take weeks to get through all the red tape, if ever!" The momentary lift that he had felt crashed down as he considered his situation. The longer the pursuit of Sara was delayed, the poorer the chances of bring this situation to a reasonable solution. The anxiety on his face was all too evident as he began to fully comprehend his predicament. "OK! OK! Hold your panties on. I think I have a plan. I'll go to the University to find my Father and you stay here." "What, why not together?" "Look, he could return at anytime. This way one of us will be here if he does. Besides, you'd never make it across the campus. Those heels you know." Jennifer abruptly turned and headed for the front door. "Keep the door locked and stay inside! You don't have the faintest idea of how to survive as a female." Now Frank's face was twisted with concern. From the onset of his transformation, he had not been alone. "What do I do if someone comes home?" "Tell them the truth. Father might be a little slow but he will bloody well figure it out eventually." As she reached the door, Frank called out to her, "Call me as soon as you know anything!" "Love, I'll ring you up, never fear. Now have some Scotch, it might settle you down! Over there in the cabinet. Sit tight and wait- RIGHT!" A moment later the door closed and latched behind her. **************************************** The Scotch had been an excellent idea. For the first time today he was both warm and, well beginning to become, relaxed. The second one was even a better idea. The delicate physiology of his modified body had almost no tolerance for alcohol though and he was decidedly high as he kicked off his shoes and walked into the bathroom. With a little effort he unzipped the back of the dress and pulled it off his shoulders. With considerably more effort he unsnapped the bra and removed it. He rubbed the skin that had become irritated by the bra. Too tight he concluded. The kid sister must be only an A where as these little beauties swung in on the high side of B. Now cupping both in his hands he looked into the mirror. Not big but nice. What's the old saying: anything more than a mouthful is a waste? The nipples in response to being touched began to rise. The effect was really quite interesting. The small, brown knots rested on his decidedly round breasts. But as they became erect, the actual shape of the breasts changed as well; becoming rather pointed. And the nipples themselves became surprisingly pronounced as if they defined rather than rested upon the breasts. He continued the self-stimulation to explore further these unusual organs, hardly noticing that other things were beginning to happen to his body. Eventually he detected a growing wetness between his legs, a flush spread from his breasts, up his neck and finally to his face. When he became aware of his ragged breathing, he stopped. Puffing out his cheeks, he blew a stream of air through pursed lips. Whoa. I think I found a way to jump start this machine. He continued to stare at his body for a time before finally putting the dress on again. The bra and shoes, however, he left in the bathroom when he ran to answer the phone. "Hello!" He slurred. "Feeling no pain are we!" Laughed Jennifer. "Sorry to take so long love. Daddy's attending a professional meeting in Brighton. If you can continue to manage without me Frankie? You can can't you?" "Yes- sure, I guess." "I'm sure he'll drop everything once I can convince him I'm no wacko. Take care love, I'll be back in a few hours. And remember- stay put!" "Right!" He said, but the connection was already broken. Maybe another Scotch and then a nap. He had just poured the Scotch whiskey into a tumbler when he heard a key at the door. His heart went into his mouth, he couldn't decide whether to stand or run. His indecision was of course a decision for he was still standing beside the cabinet when a young man closed the front door. "Oh! Sorry, I was told that nobody would be here tonight. I'm Ned Scott, my friends call me Scotty." He extended his hand toward Frank. It was obvious by the look in the young man's face that he was delighted to have encountered someone of Frankie's exceptional beauty. Actually it was more like he was struck down by her beauty, a reaction not unlike the one Dr. Penner had 24 hours earlier with Jennifer. His half opened mouth, the spreading flush, the dazzled eyes were like an elixir to Frank's transformed body. "Ah! Frank! Ah- Frankie! Ah! Penner! Friend, ah- girl friend of Jennifer." Dr. Penner's confusion was clearly evident. It wasn't that he had been so totally unprepared to entertain a stranger but rather the physical rebellion that had been initiated by his body had caught him unprepared. "Pam's boy friend...Ah- friend..." Scotty stammered as he gazed in fascination at the tiny creature before him. Her long brown hair spilled down slender shoulders. The dark almond shaped eyes were huge pools of mystery. "I was a- staying over tonight." "Me too!" Frankie's face blushed a deep red. His affirmative response had been too quick, too positive. The tingle he had felt that afternoon on the train and just a few minutes ago in the bathroom returned. Any hope that Frankie might have to hide his arousal was obliterated by the response of his nipples. Without the bra and against the thin fabric of the tight dress, the erection of his nipples was only too apparent. "Drink?" Frankie offered Scotty the whiskey. The male part of Frank's mind was running at full speed seeking a way to avoid the consequences of this chance meeting. Where was Jennifer when he needed her? But Frankie, the fairy princess, was equally determined to have HER way. "Sure!" Scotty said. A thousand descriptors was running through Scotty's head. She's perfect, incredible, exciting and...she must not get away! I must not blow it! What to do? What to do? God- look at those nipples.! Spears ready to rip through the dress. I think she's really attracted to me! "American?" Said Frankie. His accent was decidedly American. Christ, he's got a hard on! Even before Scotty could answer, Frankie continued, "Me too! LA." In horror, Dr. Frank Penner experienced his traitorous body gulp the entire contents of the tumbler of whiskey in his hand. The bitch is getting me drunk! "Denver. Just visiting. I'm due to go back next week. And you?" She was undulating her hips, almost thrusting her pelvis toward him. Scotty was afraid that he was going to cum in his pants. Without thinking, he reached for the whiskey bottle and their hands met. The young man's flesh was like a magnet to Frankie. The instant the momentary contact was broken, the body screamed to regain it. Unconsciously her hands reached up and touched his face. Her loins were quivering and her legs trembled. "Do you believe in love at first sight?" groaned Scotty. Without answering, Frankie dropped the tumbler to the floor and grabbed Scotty's head between her hands and pulled him to her lips. His-her pelvis thrust against Scotty's full erection. The female creature, her needs fully aroused, was fighting for command. Thrusting her tongue deeply into the boy's mouth, her body shuddered with desire. Frank Penner's male identity was now frantic. With supreme effort it tried to re-gain control. Scotty's hands were already on her breasts; even through the fabric, the tactile sensations fired a violent vibration that spread into Frank's new genitals. A desire to have something inside- there! A hard cock in his "hungry" vagina. The wanting, the sense of a void-to-be-filled struck Frank with overwhelming force. It was a desire to which Dr. Frank Penner had no reference. At last, much as a man drowning, he let go- surrendered to the compulsion that now swept him- her. **************************************** OK, thought Dr. Penner, the first time, well I was drunk. It was like I was being forced to do it. But now? Scotty was between Frankie's legs, pumping away. Frankie's urgent needs had been fully met, now he was just enjoying the experience- more or less sober. The boy's face had a strained, almost exhausted expression as he continued to seek the depths of Frankie's vagina. Deep within his body, Frankie could feel his own energies coalescing into a hard, now familiar, knot of need. Even now the muscles inside were beginning, ever so slightly, to contract. His hips moved in perfect unison with the boy's thrusts- not at all like the first time when everything was new, strange, inverted. Abruptly the bedroom door opened. A shaft of light from the hallway fell on the two joined below the waist. From the outline of the figures standing there, no question existed as to the identities of the intruders. Pausing, raising up on his elbows, Dr. Penner said, "Good evening Dr. Samuel, Jennifer." And then with a nod of his head he said, "Ned Scott, Pam's boy friend." Neither Dr. Samuel, his daughter Jennifer nor Scotty said a word. You could have cut the air with a butter knife. Finally Dr. Penner broke the embarrassed silence, "We'll be out in a jiffy, soon as we get dressed." Scotty nodded his head in mute agreement as the bedroom door closed. **************************************** By the time Sara had reached Heathrow it was after 6:00 in the morning. Her paranoia was rampant. At any moment she expected to be arrested. It was with a great sigh of relief that she boarded the aircraft at 7:50 AM, bound for New York. No sooner had she taken her seat however then the paranoia erupted even more vigorously. She was trapped. If they wanted her, there would be no escape. Probably the worst moment was at Customs at Kennedy. Once free to flow into the New York crowd, to disappear at a moments notice, she finally knew that she had pulled it off. Neither Dr. Penner nor the legions of bureaucrats that stretched from south-west England to New York could easily intervene now. Armed with these magic slippers, it would not be enough to simply become a beautiful, much sought after woman. No, last night's affair stimulated something even stronger in her, a desire for revenge against some of the men who had hurt her in the past. Like Jerry Bixenstine, her old ex-husband. And the tablets had suggested some interesting way of extracting that revenge. Jerry had a dealership just outside of Cleveland. Yes, she would pay cash for a ticket to Cleveland Ohio before completing her trip to LA. Just a little family business to complete- the swine! CHAPTER 3 Some things never change she thought as she gave a last glance at the blue and white sign that proclaimed- Smith's Quality Automobiles Since 1937. Entering the dealership, by the back door, as she had often done when her father was alive and owned the business, she cut through the service center. She expected to find only her ex and probably his partner, Jeff Burnsweet, still there, most likely counting their receipts for the day. From her vantage point in the dark corridor adjoining the showroom, she could see Jeff locking and checking the doors. To the rear of the building would be Jerry's office. As soon as Jeff's back was turned, she quickly made her way toward the rear. Jerry Bixenstine's face blanched when he saw Sara standing in front of him. The fact that she was holding a gun to his face confirmed his worst fears. "Sara!" As she pushed the door closed behind her she said, "Cut the chatter- swine!" Her voice was unnaturally harsh as she tried to project a bravado that she didn't actually possess. The presence of her ex-husband brought back into focus the pain- horror of that period in her life. "Now call in Jeff- and no funny business. I'd love to blow your brains out! You piece of slime!" She slid behind him as she said this. "You can't get-" "Shut up! Use the speaker system, I'm sure he's in the service center by now. Say ah- Jeff, looks like there's a $60,000 problem on the accounts receivable- that should get him here in a hurry." Her face was dead pan. "Nothing more or you're dead. I want to hear the switch snap the moment you've said your piece." "Sara-" He started to whine. The click of the hammer being drawn back silenced him. His face was pasty as he pushed down the switch. "Jeff- Sara-" He was cut off by a sharp blow to the back of his head. The gun almost flew out of Sara's hand but the force of the blow quelled the revolt at least for the moment. For good measure, she applied the gun butt sharply to his head again. "GOD- my head", he moaned as he tried to touched the back of his head. His hand came away covered with blood. "What you want now?" Jeff said as he entered the room a few minutes later. "I got a hot number lined up for later so lets..." From behind him Sara said, "Long time no see Jeffy- about 10 years." As he started to turn she said, "Sit down over there." Pointing with her gun, she gestured toward a large leather couch against the side wall. "WHAT THE HELL'S THE MEANING-" He started to scream. She said in a relatively calm voice, "Tell'em I'm serious Jerry." With a dazed look on his face he nodded yes. "I'm afraid this cunt has gone around the corner." "Shut up swine or I'll make you a sow. Now both of you, take off your clothes." "Christ Jerry, you're right. She's flipping nuts!" But he started to undress anyhow. As soon as they finished, she pulled a pair of handcuff from her tote bag. "Here you get your own pair of bracelets. Put one on your wrist and the other on- get over there Jerry! And the other one on Jerry's!" Now put these on!" And she tossed him a pair of hand cuffs. She continued to glare at them until she heard the mechanism snap twice. "Now be good boys and set down on the couch!" "Jerry I just can't tell you how much I've thought about you all these years after you fucked me over and stole Dad's business. Good thing he died before you pulled it off- or it would have killed him!" Her face made a hard grimace at the joke. "What'd want with me. Retorted Jeff. "I didn't do nothing to you!" Sara shrugged her shoulders and pulled out a Polaroid from her tote bag. "Just bad luck I guess. I want to take some pictures of you assholes screwing each other- that's all." "YOU'RE COMPLETELY OUT OF YOUR MIND!" Screamed her ex- husband. And his partner screeched, "HELP- POLICE!" "She pointed the gun at her ex's groin. Yell again and I'll blow off your pecker. Now grab his cock and look interested while I get a picture." Neither moved for several minutes. The air was electrical. But the determined look on her face finally persuaded them. Even as they reached for each other she ordered, "Jerry, you're the senior partner, you get on top. Between his legs! Good! Good, knew you could do it. Now give him a blow job!" She moved toward the side of the couch as if she were going to take a picture. "Well? Get on with it!" He hadn't moved and apparently would not touch the penis with his mouth. "Don't like cocks sweety, here maybe I can help!" And with that she dropped the camera and pulled out the slippers from her tote bag. Jerry was looking over his shoulders at her as she applied the shoes to Jeff's feet. His eyes widened when the tiny shoes went on over the massive feet of his partner. Jeffrey began to make a whining sound in the back of his throat. Jerry, his eyes all big, could see the tiny shoes on Jeff's feet. "How'd ya do that!" "Better hurry Jerry or you'll miss your chance. LOOK!" She hollered. "IT'S BEGINNING TO DISAPPEAR!" By this time she was giggling with delight. "What the hell's she talking about?" Wailed Jeff. Jerry was blocking his view. "I feel funny..." His efforts to sit up caused Jerry to fall to the floor. In an instant, both were entangled on the throw rug beside the couch. As they began to untangled themselves, Sara could see that the transformation was almost completed. Attached to her ex-husband was a sweet looking young woman with nearly black hair and cream colored complexion. Her small up turned breasts jiggled as she sat up. Jeff was looking down at his body as if he had just spilled ink on his best suit. The implications hadn't been absorbed as of yet. In a very sweet voice Sara said. "Jeffy, be careful! Don't fight the enchantment or things from your perspective will get even worse. "What..." A feminine voice, appropriately enough, emerged from the small woman. "This can't be real..." Jeff was studying his hands and then his chest and finally his loins. "Is this a real pussy? Where's my cock? I sound so funny...Jerry, Jerry..JERRY-HELP-ME!" She finally screamed. "Look what you've done now!" Sara said in a serious tone of voice. Pointing at Jeff's breasts. All three could actually see them grow from little more than tea cups to large pears. "For the next hour or so," Sara said sternly, "Any strong emotions will cause your body to become even more feminine. And if you're not careful, your mind as well!" She raised her eyebrows to emphasize the point. Jeff just sat there stunned. The breasts were still growing and so were his hips. He looked up at Sara, his eyes pleading. Jerry was equally stunned but for an entirely different reason. His body was reacting to the ever so enchanting form. Every touch of her flesh against his stirred his lust. In spite of the danger, he could feel his cock growing hard. "Ooooh!" Sara said with a long drawn out sigh. "Look what's happening to Jerry. Bad Jerry, very bad. Jeffy, Jerry's getting excited- that's very bad for you. Oh yes, bad." Jerry's excitement was all too obvious to Jeff. "Hey buddy! It's MEEE!" He simpered, "Your partner." Now it was a combination of his fear and his enchanted body reacting to the lust present in Jerry. "Oh my God! I'm getting turned on." "Go ahead Jerry. Just think of this as my "coming home" present to you. Fuck him, Jeffy will really enjoy it I can promise you." "How'd ya do this, I mean, my God- this is impossible!" Exclaimed her ex-husband. Sara ignored his question. "What, you gay or something Jerry? Here's a fine little cunt just begging for it and you want to talk. Maybe you'd like the same treatment?" She said, raising her eyebrows. Jerry's eyes widened in alarm. Sara now feeling at last in control of the situation nodded her head toward Jeffrey. "Do HER or I'll do you! NOW!" Jerry's fear had killed his erection. Looking first at his penis, then at his transformed partner and finally at his ex-wife he said, "How?" Looking dramatically at her watch Sara said, "I want to hear HER moaning in two minutes or You will look just like HER!" Terror was evident in his eyes as he again looked at his groin. Finally, with a long sigh, he slid between Jeff's legs and began to lick his-her cunt. "Oh my God!" Gasp Jeffrey as Jerry's tongue lapped her new pussy. The powerful stimulation triggered yet more change in her body. "Hey buddy! It's MEEE!" He simpered once again, "YOUR PARTNER! Oh my God- my God- my God!" The tiny woman lisped. Her lips were ballooning- becoming heavy and sultry. "I WANT IT!" She cried out. Her tongue was now flicking anxiously across her lush lips. Her breasts were swelling even as she squeezed and twisted her hard nipples. Her hips and ass now moving in passion looked like something from a Varga drawing- lush and shimmering with sensuality. It was inevitable that Jerry's sexual excitement would return, which it did in a few minutes. It wasn't clear whether Jeff pulled Jerry to her or vice versa. Jerry's rock hard cock almost appeared to be sucked into the orifice between Jeff's legs. In a frantic, if not coordinated manner, they began to thrust against each other. A primitive, thoughtless expression was on Jeff's face. His mouth open and his nostrils flaring, he began to moan with passion. Still standing there, Sara watched for a couple of minutes. It wouldn't do for Jerry to cum. Now that he knew the consequences of the enchantment, it was time to work her magic. With a deft movement, she placed the slippers on her ex-husband's feet. He was too far gone in his excitement to realize what she had done. **************************************** "Well, I think that we can take off these handcuffs now. Both of you are half my size. And with those boobs of yours, well one good jab would put you away- Right Jerry! Remember how you would punch me. And my boobs were never as big as yours DEAR. Jerry was as pale as Jeff was dark. A beautiful match set, thought Sara, both well under 5 foot and both had huge breasts, at least D cups. Unfortunately, the treatment of the two of them had not been equivalent. The impact on Jeffy had been more substantial- probably due to the intercourse with Jerry. The young woman's eyes were bright and sweet as a deer. No trace of the gruff businessman remained. Feminized! As suggested in the tablets, too great a stress and the subject's identity would undergo complete feminization. Not so with her ex-husband. "Remember our meeting- just after your Lawyer drove the last nail in the casket. I asked you how could I survive? I knew that you would never pay the alimony, sweet cakes. And you said, do it on your back! Well that's about the only option you have now DEAR. On your back with your legs spread, cause no one is going to believe that you are Mr. Jerry Bixenstine, owner of Smith's Auto. And as for your partner, the one you fucked, if my information is correct, SHE will be perfectly content to spread HER legs. Lot's of luck, you two!" She got up and headed for the door. It had been less than an hour since she came in. "Oh, Jeffy, you still got time to make it to your HOT date!" "Sara!" The blond jumped up causing her breasts to bounce every which way, "You can't leave us like this!" "What's your offer? Money, I could use that." She turned back toward them. "I'll give you an hour to come up with a Mercedes-Benz with papers, the best and newest you got, and $20,000 cash. I'll call in an hour- you answer or good-by cock forever- got me?" And then she was gone. "What awe we going to do Jewwy?" Said Jeffy through permanently puckered lips. Her little hands were clasped together as she hunched her shoulders. The cleavage created between her large breasts would have driven Jerry crazy an hour ago. But some mental feminization must have occurred to him as well, for the attractive figure of his partner no longer excited his lust. "Jeff," His lisp not nearly as pronounced, "you type up the papers and I'll take a look at the safe." "I'll twy, weally. But these nails awe so long!" And they were long. Not more than 3 minutes later Jerry stormed back into the office. "SON- OF-A-BITCH!" He yelled. "I should've change that combination years ago. The bitch cleaned us out! And I'll bet ya there's a car missing off the lot!" Jeff's lower lip extended out to an improbable distance. "Does that mean she isn't coming back Jewwy?" A big tear slid slowly down her round cheek. "Weally?" **************************************** Frankie's hair was still in a wild disarray from his frantic love making but that fact heightened rather than distracted from the sexy image she projected as she sat cross legged on a chair in the living room of Dr. Samuel's house. Across from her sat Dr. Harold Samuel and his daughter and behind then stood a distinguished gentleman who had been introduced as a physicist from the U.S., a Dr. Donald Arnold. Leaning against the wall was Scotty. His face had been fixed in an incredulous expression ever since he had discovered that the sexy bombshell that he had made love to was Dr. Frank Penner, a man. Dr. Penner was talking or rather lecturing to this informal group. "I wouldn't like to term these artifacts as having magical properties, but rather, they must represent a mechanism developed by a highly advance race. For whatever reason, the Fairy were apparently trying to help this woman acquire a husband- the Prince Charming of the legend. The mechanism was, I suspect, programmed with that sole purpose in mind. Aside from the obvious sophistication they must have had in the realm of physics, the forms created show a remarkable understanding of human psychology as well." She stood up and slowly turned around giving all in the room a fully opportunity to examine her figure. "As you can see Jennifer and myself seem to have a particularly powerful effect on the male libido. And," She raised her finger and pointed at each of the males in turn, "I can see in the expressions on your face the truth of that statement. We make you horny as Hell. But there is more to it than that, the change isn't just in the body. My experiences over the last few hours has convinced me that all of me is female- even my brain. Only my memories have been unaltered." She flopped back down onto the chair. Her legs were spayed apart; her skirt now riding to the top of her thigh. "Look carefully gentlemen, there is nothing of Frank Penner remaining except a recording. Even my most basic urges are compatible with this form." Dr. Arnold now spoke up. "I find what you are saying most interesting- the idea of a trans-matter device say programmed to meet the needs of just one individual- Cinderella. Re-programmed, one can only imagine the wonders that could be performed: cure the incurable! And what we might discover regarding basic physical principles..." "And don't forget the Fairy," Interrupted Dr. Samuel in an excited voice. "We could be well on our way to re-writing human history. How many of the legends are true? Were there really all those creatures of lore? Where are their remains?" "Are the Fairy of the Earth?" Joined in Jennifer. "My God- we got to recover those slippers!" "Well at least I can get back to the States, thanks to Dr. Arnold. Tomorrow- right!" "I'll have my man pick you up here at 11:00 sharp. Remember, your my 17 year old daughter Cathy and you respond to 'Kitty'." "Did I hear you right! Your man, like in servant! Dr. Arnold- I mean Daddy, what's a physicist doing with a servant?" A slightly embarrassed look came over Don Arnold's face. "It a long story a- Kitty. your Daddy's got bucks or rather OUR family does. So play it a little spoiled and don't react to whatever you see. Hey! You've grown up with it child. And Jennifer," He turned toward Dr. Samuel's daughter, "Take her to Grant's and buy her enough clothes to fill a couple of suitcases. Very teen-trendy. Kitty is a regular clothes horse." "Is there a real Kitty?" "Of course, otherwise she wouldn't appear on my Passport Jennifer. Fact is, she's with my EX up in Scotland right now. Once in the States, Dr. Penner..." "Just call me Kitty- Dad" Interrupted Frank with a girlish giggle. CHAPTER 4 When the stretched Lincoln pulled up the next day, Kitty had a mound of suit cases waiting for the driver. "You look fine!" Whispered Jennifer to the nervous girl standing beside her. "Remember, you haven't see your Daddy for ages- so be expressive. Please, don't act like Dr. Frank Penner, Professor!" "Christ Jen, are you sure these clothes are right? This elastic skirt hardly covers my crotch. Pink! And these- what do you call them- platforms? I'm afraid of heights you know!" "Relax- Kitty. It's what's happening. Besides, only the best for the daughter of a multi-billionaire. Boy do you know how to fall into it!" When the door finally open, there stood Don Arnold. His face registered his surprise for the clothes had truly transformed Dr. Penner into the very image of a spoiled, but beautiful, teenaged daughter fit for a billionaire. As the servant paused at the door, Kitty jumped into Don's arms. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she planted a wet kiss on his cheek. The brief moment that she hung there, for at 6'3" verses her 4'9", both of her feet were swept clear of the ground when he returned her hug, she could feel the press of his masculine body against hers; more important, she could feel his loins react at that contact. When he finally put her down, both of their faces were flushed. She held his gaze for a few moments before continuing their act. "Ooooh! I'm sooo happy to be going home! England was such a GAG- Daddy!" **************************************** The ride to the airport was nothing if it wasn't tense, although they could talk freely since the glass barrier was up between them and Don's driver. There was absolutely no way that Kitty could sit with her micro-skirt without giving her companion a virtual "beaver" shot. And there was no way- now, that Don Arnold could do any more than pretend that he didn't notice. "What do you think of my outfit?" "Huh?" "I though that it'd be bobby socks and such, you know. But this, Don, I look like a hooker or something." Don was still looking at her thighs when he shrugged his shoulders. Pulling his attention back to her face he said. "This is going to be a little more difficult than I thought." "Yea, I know what you mean. You my Daddy and all." She said seriously. "I'd like to have your face right here!" And she nodded toward her crotch. "Its not your fault- or mine, its just how this enchantment works. I can't help but turn you on and I'm not trying honest!. And God knows, as soon as I sense your "mood" well, somewhere in my limbic system things start to get cranky." She began to rub her legs together ever so slightly; the sound of the nylons rubbing together was erotic. "What are you doing?' "Masturbating! What else can I do at this moment in front of God and country?" A look of consternation crossed Don's face. For the rest of the trip to Heathrow he stared out the window at the passing country side and listened to the wisp-wisp of her nylons. **************************************** Sara had driven all night. She had never handled a car like this and it was wonderful. She had never questioned how nice it would be to have wealth and all the toys that would come with money but this experience only confirmed what she expected. And the evening had started so well. The slippers gave her such a sense of power, as well as they should. For the first time in her life she knew that she no longer had to fear men like her Father or Jerry. The last thought brought a vivid image to her mind: Jerry as a naked, vulnerable female. She smiled as she remembered, now he gets to be the sex object! I wonder how he is doing? The sun was just up when she saw the sign that she was about to leave Indiana. It was amazing that she still wasn't tired. Maybe she would stop when she reached St. Louis. **************************************** Sara would have been quite surprised to discover that Jerry and Jeff were already in Detroit before she had even left Ohio. "Jeff, don't be such a CUNT!" Growled his partner. "I'm so tiwed Jewwy." "You'll be a lot more tired if Tony Barrotti get the wrong picture- DEAD tired!" "OK ladies, the boss says you can go up- after I frisk ya!" The pocked marked face gave a generous leer. In spite of the dowdy clothes these girls were wearing, you didn't have to be a rocket scientist to know that they were well put together. Much to his pleasure, the dark one reacted quite positively to his careful search of her body. Bobbing his eyebrows up and down as if to emphasize his sincerity, "Little girl, when you're done with Da boss- maybe you and I can get together?" Jerry was disgusted to see his partner's eyes light up. "Ya- sure!" Jerry said for the two of them. "If we're still warm!" As they entered the elevator, Jeff gave his well formed behind a little wiggle. As the door closed, the ugly thug said to his underling, "Now dat's one fine lady!" **************************************** Tony Barrotti's breakfast had grown cold. "That's the most improbable story I've ever heard. It's so stupid- its got to be the truth!" His wiry form was a knot of tension as he walked back and forth in front of the two "women". With those slippers, well the mind just boggles. An endless stream of beautiful women passed through his mind. A string of really high class whore houses or...and then he pictured his wife with astounding tits, the opposition with its leadership feminized or- even his Boss as a weak, defenseless broad begging for his attention. "I'll have someone fill-in. They'll be in Cleveland before noon. Got to protect those books ya know. Boys- er- girls," His face signaled his approval, "I'll take care of you, never fear. Loyalty such as yours is an inspiration. Jimmy!" "Yes Boss?" "See that they get some decent duds. And when their ready, take em down to that place on the northwest." "Sure Boss! Dat'll be a real pleasure." "All the comforts of home girls. You don't mind working do ya until things are straightened out?" "Weally, what kind of wok?" "Shut up you idiot, he's sending us to a brothel!" **************************************** "Never flew in a private jet before. Seems such a waste, just the two of us with our own steward." Her nylons swished as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Finally she said, "I'm sorry Don, about the trip to Heathrow and all. Didn't mean to embarrass you. You just got to remember this isn't an ordinary body. In clinical terms I'd be defined as some kind of nympho." She shrugged her shoulders that caused her breasts under the thin silk blouse to jiggle. And then with a long sigh she said, "I'm not looking forward to meeting my wife. God it's going to be so strange." "Frank, I've instructed the pilot to go directly to our Laguna Beach facility. It'll be very private. You and your wife can have as much time as you need to work things out. We even have a psychologist on site if you need her. Tomorrow or as soon as you're ready, we'll start an exhaustive physical examination of your new body." "You think that's necessary?" "Who knows. You'll be happy to know that I've already got investigators in the field on this. They've already traced her to New York. It's only a matter of time until we track her down." "When she uses the slippers, and you can bet on that, those photos I gave you will be useless." "Actually, I'm counting on just that. An exceptionally beautiful woman, under 5' tall, will be easier to spot. I don't know if you fully appreciate just how attractive you and Jennifer are. I'll bet that the ground crew back at Heathrow will be talking about the bird they saw this noon. No Frank, let's hope she makes the transformation." **************************************** As soon as Sara got to St. Louis and found a room, she tried to get some sleep. But with all of the excitement over the last 40 odd hours, that was impossible. As soon as the shops opened she bought some clothes for her kid sister. She knew for a certainty that the body would be tiny; what'd Dr. Penner say, height appropriate for 6th century England. Back in her room, now standing in front of the full length mirror, naked, she held the slippers in her hand. Gosh she was nervous. What if they didn't work. Finally she screwed up her courage and put them on. She suddenly felt giddy. Holding on to the dresser, she watched the change with fascination. It was certain that she would be totally different for already she had lost nearly 6" in height. Even prepared for the change, the impact was overwhelming. Her skin was unnaturally white and her eyes faded into gray. Thick white hair spilled down her back and even across her chest. White on white on gray- the emergence of vivid pink lips and nipples stood out in sharp contrast to the uniform paleness. The breasts were not large by modern standards but they still looked large jutting out as they did from a form so diminutive: the pink nipples sharpened into points the moment that she brushed slim fingers against them. They're so responsive, I wonder, she thought, what it will be like to have sex in this body. As if in reply to that unspoken thought, a hunger grew in her loins. "The systems AOK!" She said out loud to no one but herself. "Thirty-eight going on 17- watch out for the Moon Goddess- boys!" By noon that day, still without sleep, she was on her way again. Where? To Los Vegas of course. Where else could someone with a body like this not stand out. Men- she could have anyone she might want. And money, are you kidding! Beyond this point she had made no plans. CHAPTER 5 She was lying on a rug in front of a blazing fire place- naked- for the baby doll night gown was fully transparent. Her breasts, visible through the black nylon, caused the filmy material to form twin peaks that swayed as she turned her head to look at him. He paused at the door. "Sorry, I didn't know you were ready for bed." "Uncomfortable? Sorry, just experimenting. Don, this whole thing is astounding. I am Frank Penner and yet- some how I am female too. I can experience the world from two perspectives- at the same time." She said as she slid her hand down the night gown. She then turned back to the fire and for several awkward minutes she ignores him. "Why does this feel good?" She asked herself out loud. "Do you know how strange it is to suddenly crave soft, feminine things against your skin while at the same moment to be aware that you're are actuality a middle age man- a scientist who should be focused on probably the greatest discovery in this century?" After a few more minutes, she continued. "I wonder- If I give into this body too much, will I'll be gone- history like some endangered species." Finally she sat up, her breasts bobbing before Don's eyes and her face filled with pain, "Linda left this afternoon. What a terrible experience for both of us. Three days, we tried for three days to find some- relationship. I'll never forget that first moment we had together. I never thought of her as big before. She had nearly 5 inches on me and was nearly half again my weight. Don, in my mind's eye she was always so tiny, petite; and at that moment I knew, really knew just how much I had changed." "She was horrified, you know. The reality was wors