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Fun with Shapeshifters By Holly Fairfa [Authors Notes: This story is quite a change from my other ones. Please let me know what you think about it - good or bad.] Chapter 1 "Another SRU story! I can't go to sleep yet. I love these stories!", I thought as the browser started displaying the web page. It was almost midnight and I was avoiding studying by surfing the web. Plus I didn't have any classes tomorrow, though I was expected to put in a few hours of labor at the library after lunch. I clicked on the link and skimmed the story. This one was another mediocre attempt at a story. It had almost no character development. It was also full of poor grammar and misspelled words. The concept was interesting though and I was thinking about what I could have done with it as far as a story, or even better yet, if I had something that worked that way. As I put on my pajamas and brushed my teeth, I was still thinking about some of the things I could do if magic stores really did exist. Enigma is always good music to go to sleep to, so I put "mcmxc a.d." in the CD player and set the volume to low. It wasn't long before I was asleep. Some people dream in black and white; some dream in color. I dream in sensaround. I get color, sound, and touch sensations when I dream. There have been times during a dream when I have been convinced it was real since it felt so real. In addition, I sometimes have some control over my dreams. I can replay a scene so it happens differently or I can just "pull the plug" and wake up if I get in a situation that I don't like. With all that as normal, it didn't surprise me that much when the following occurred. ---- It started as a good dream. I was on a country road, driving a bright red T-bird convertible. I had long blonde hair blowing behind me. The weather was great, just some big white fluffy clouds drifting slowly across a clear blue sky. I stopped in this small village that time had forgotten. There was a row of shops on my right. Each one was small and intimate appearing with distinctive markings on the windows and doors. They shared the same style of wooden porch and cloth awnings though. I entered one that looked like a general store. The place would have been totally empty if you ignored the large lever set in the floor in the middle of the room with a sign above it that read "pull me". Just as you might have expected, when I pulled on it, the floor dropped away from under me. During the first couple of minutes, I was falling and sliding thru a metal shaft, like an oversized air duct. Then it opened out into space and I felt like I was falling through the stars. I could make out some familiar constellations and some planets that should have been much smaller. Over to my right, I could see a nebula in great detail. As I continued to fall, I saw a woman walking toward me dressed in the darkest black dress I had ever seen. It wasn't so much that I saw the dress, more that I could see nothing behind it. She had very long auburn hair that was blowing behind her. I don't know how it managed that since there was no breeze. I had no idea what she was walking on either, but she was moving toward me one step at a time. She reached out to me to take my hand and the feeling of falling stopped. There was now a doorway behind her and a floor underneath us. She led me through the door as if I were on roller skates. As we passed under the arch, I felt a tingling sensation go thru my body. When it was done, I could tell that I was my normal self now and clothed only in my pajamas. You know the kind - white flannel with red stripes running up and down them. While I would normally be embarrassed by being with an attractive woman who I didn't know, and being seriously underdressed, I felt completely relaxed and comfortable. I looked around and I noticed a man in a dark suit off to my right. The woman released my hand and walked past him into the darkness without saying a word. That left just this man and myself standing in a hallway that seemed to go on forever. The man spoke, "What you see before you is a small rupture between the boundaries of fantasy and reality. This was caused by you and millions of other men reading fantasy stories and dreaming about what their lives could be if the stories were possible. Contained in this small universe is every desire of each of those men. We have arranged for you to be escorted through them until you reach the one designated for you." Along the left wall were what seemed to be an endless procession of pedestals, display cases, and other exhibits like what you'd expect to see in a museum. I could see that there was a very long line of objects, but I couldn't make out the details. It was like most of the computer games I play where anything beyond a few feet is all distorted. On my right side was nothing but darkness. Even the floor faded into black after twenty feet. The man said, "Right this way, sir", and motioned for me to walk in front of him down the hall. As I approached the first exhibit, I could see that it contained a red velvet covered mannequin head wearing a necklace with a round silver pendant. As I went to inspect it, a woman said, "You don't want that". I turned back and noticed that my escort was now an aging black woman wearing a simple orange cotton dress. Turning my attention back to the items, I saw that the cases near it had one item or set of jewelry in each one. There was a box containing two rings in the next case. After that one was an ornate bracelet. The next one had a pair of jeweled earrings. The amount of jewelry displayed exceeded that of any diamond store I had been in. I tried to make a mental connection between the jewelry and a possible story about it. Some were obvious as the author had described them well. Some were quite generic looking, perhaps by choice. Each item I saw fascinated me. They each invoked a desire to touch them. However, each time I got too close, I was politely reminded that "This one is not for you". I passed dozens of pedestals on which sat brass lamps and bottles of all shapes and sizes, presumably filled with djinns and genies. Then there were an assortment of orbs, statues, and colorful rocks. All of these were designed to catch the eye with reflections or interesting shapes. Sitting above them in small cupboards with glass doors were a collection of electronic devices ranging from remote controls to futuristic laser guns and even a few that looked like water pistols. There were neon signs near them stating "Do Not Touch" that got uncomfortably bright when I got close to the items. Next in line were hundreds of costumes being worn by mannequins. They were cheerleaders, nurses, French maids, and baby doll dresses. Then more exotic ones like catwomen, demonesses, princesses, witches, mermaids, supergirls, and fairies. There were even Vampirella, Betty Boop, and Jessica Rabbit costumes. An old man in a robe startled me. He had apparently replaced the previous escort. "These are quite nice", he said, "but what you want awaits you much further down this passage". Near the end of this collection were an assortment of realistically detailed mannequins without any clothing. I remembered reading several stories about people being turned into store displays which was probably what they represented. The wall seemed empty for a few hundred feet when I came a series of glass shelves. Three rows high and going for as far as I could see. Displayed on them were an assortment of perfumes, sprays, powders, and soaps. Each one with a normal sounding name in large bold print followed by several lines of extremely fine print. I was getting curious after seeing all these wonderful products as to what was waiting for me. I hoped it was something better than all that I had seen so far. I have read hundreds of stories on Fictionmania and concluded that all the items so far must be capable of changing a man into a woman. What kind of item was reserved for me? What kind of woman would I become? How long would it last? I looked around for one of my escort to ask these questions, but none of them were in sight. I turned back and continued on my journey. As I walked down the hall, I came upon a series of alcoves. In each one was some kind of machinery ranging from what you would find in a B grade horror film to extremely futuristic computer controlled systems that could have been taken from a big budget science fiction film. In one room was the classic wishing well, while in the next was just a large steamer trunk. There were several types of booths designed for two people and a couple designed to restrain just one. The first one looked like an electric chair while the second one was a gas chamber. I shuddered at the thought of what kind of transformation those provided. A teenage girl with long brown hair, wearing a sweater and short skirt motioned for me to continue my journey. She said, "What you have seen so far and much of what is to come awaits others". She winked at me and started humming a tune by the Rolling Stones. Set flat against the wall on tiny hangers were sets of lingerie. It started with a simple bra, blue in color. Hanging next to it was a solid gold breastplate. There were skimpy bra and thong panty sets. There were even a few chastity belts next to a long line of corsets and garter belts. After them were party dresses, evening gowns, and fur coats of all colors. I could swear one of the coats was watching me as I walked by it. Placed below them on the floor were women's shoes with heel sizes ranging from 2 inches to over 12 inches followed by boots with laces or zippers going from ankle length to thigh high. Among all these was one pair of ordinary looking flats. They seemed out of place amongst all the exotic footwear until I remembered where I had read about them. I was wondering if I could sneak some of these under my shirt when the old man said, "You only get one and once you touch it, that's all you get. What we have for you is much better than these shoddy items." There were now two rows of wooden shelves on the wall. On the top shelf were masks. There were simple Mardi Gras type masks with feathers and beads next to realistic looking face masks which included actresses and famous women. There were full over-the-head masks, most with attached hairpieces. Following them were hundreds of wigs in all styles and colors including one blonde wig that had to be over 30 feet long. On the bottom shelf were all types of sex toys and small bondage devices. This included bright colored latex masks, gas masks, and an assortment of gags. Walking further along, I was shocked to see what at first glance appeared to be naked bodies hanging on hooks set into the wall. On closer inspection I noticed a seam at the neck, a zipper down the back, or various types of clasps on the front. The types of bodies ranged from little girls to well endowed women. There were even a few hermaphrodite versions that were as well endowed below the waist as they were above. I waited for a few minutes admiring the quality of these body suits, fully expecting someone new to pop up and tell me not to touch them. I knew better than to touch them by now anyway. I continued along the hallway for what had to be at least a mile. I didn't see anything else until I approached the end where there was a single pedestal with a black box on top of it. After all the warnings, I wasn't sure what to do, until I noticed my name embossed on a thin sheet of gold on top of the box. The box opened at my touch revealing a large beaker containing a gold colored liquid. The liquid seemed to move on its own. There were swirls along the sides of the beaker and ripples on the surface. There was also a slight glow around it. "Place your hand in the liquid", said a man in a black tuxedo. "What's in it?", I asked. "Just do it. You will not be disappointed." It was warm and didn't feel wet. It felt soft like a stuffed animal and was very pleasant as I put my whole hand into the beaker. I expected the beaker to overflow, but the liquid level sank and I felt my whole body getting warm. It was a comfortable feeling. As the last of the liquid disappeared, I noticed my hand taking on the same color of the liquid. The man reached beside the pedestal and pressed a large silver button that I hadn't noticed before. The entire wall revolved horizontally to become a mirror. Looking at myself, I didn't see anything different except for a nice healthy looking suntan. My skin color was now a blend of the liquid and my natural, pale, complexion. The man said, "If you'd be kind enough to remove your pajamas, we can proceed with the training". I felt a bit embarrassed about it this time, but complied with his request. "As each image is shown, you need to study it, understand it, feel it, then become it", he said. That's when I made the connection. My favorite fantasy was to be a chameleon, able to be anyone and anything I wanted, whenever I wanted! The liquid must have given me that ability. The first image was a sphere. I concentrated on the image and willed myself to change. Nothing happened. I tried moving my arms and legs around in circles to make the form. Nothing happened. I tried thinking round thoughts, of bouncing up and down. Nothing happened. I relaxed everything, trying to just ease into the shape. Things went black for a split second. I don't know how I was seeing, but the only thing I saw in the mirror was a puddle on the floor. At least that was a start. I tried to pull myself together, literally. I slowly managed to pull myself into a bubble on the floor. Getting the edges round proved to be a challenge as I tended to ooze in all directions. Once I got the bubble shaped, I thought about standing it up, perhaps on one toe. With a bit of work I managed to get a reasonable ball shape. The screen changed to the next image. It was "me". I thought it had to be easy to be me... I started that way. And I was right. I just had to think about standing up on my legs and I reformed back into myself. To be honest, I didn't think about standing up anymore than anyone does. I just did it and it happened. The next series of images were more geometric figures: cylinders, cubes, pyramids, and eggs. The rounder ones were easier than the one with sharp corners. I found that it was getting easier as I went though. I was no longer thinking of being the object, I was just becoming it. Then the images changed colors, added multiple colors, and as I got the hang of that they put patterns on them. These were new experiences and I was back to struggling again. After each series, the image would shift back to me again. I could understand that. After a dozen changes, I was starting to feel like I was losing myself. After the last set, I figured I'd have some fun. On the way back to me, I made a small change. Well, that's the wrong way to put it. I changed something that I thought was small to something bigger if you get the hint. The man looked at me, smiled, and fast forwarded through the next set of images to one of me in my pajamas. This was another trick, getting the texture as well as the colors. I can't explain how I was making these changes. It is like moving your arm. You don't think about moving it, you just do. As soon as I got that right, the image was shown walking and I had to duplicate the way the flannel moved as I did. The man walked over to me, said "Congratulations", shook my hand, and handed me a folded piece of paper. I thought it was a diploma or something similar. I opened it and revealed a nude centerfold picture of a beautiful woman. She was quite shapely and had shoulder length reddish auburn hair. Her face was very attractive with long 'lashes and prominent cheekbones. Her lips were full and her teeth as white as pearls. Her breasts were round with just the right size nipples. She had a small waist accentuated by her hips. Her legs were those of a runner and her skin had no blemishes visible. She was for lack of a better word, perfect. I studied her closely for a minute and tried to change into her. I couldn't just become her. Then I remembered a movie where one girl ran her hands over her face to change into another one. Perhaps that would work for me and I could transform into her one body part at a time. I ran my hands along one leg, as though putting on hosiery, and created a small foot with matching toes and 'nails colored a deep shade of red. After that followed a delicate ankle and a smooth, shapely leg. I repeated it for my other leg. I admired my new sexy legs. There was something out of place down there and with a little push it was gone - leaving a triangle of red curly hair. Then I ran my right hand along my left arm replacing my large male hand with a petite feminine one with modest 'nails with the same shade of polish. It was a relief to see that one body part didn't revert as I worked on getting the next part to match. I was like a sculptor creating a work of art. And my body was the clay that I was working with. And just like clay, my body was smooth and totally free of unwanted hair. I created a nice flat stomach with a cute indentation for my belly button. I ran my hand over my flat chest and ended up with a pair of perfect breasts, each one larger than my pretty hand. Another slow touch and I was gorgeous with not trace of facial hair. I now had a demure nose in between lovely eyes, appealing lips, and pretty cheekbones. I finished up with getting my hair to the right length, color, and style as in the picture. "How do you feel?", he asked. I tried to tell him that I felt just the same, but found my speech was distorted. "You also need to work on that which is not seen", he said, "Experiment with that while I summon your next instructor." It took a couple minutes until I finally got my voice back. I was trying to match one to the body, but I just couldn't make it work. So I ended up with my normal male voice coming out of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. It was disconcerting. The man returned, accompanied by a tall woman with waist length blonde hair. She wore a tight fitting purple dress, probably made of spandex, with an asymmetrical neckline. It revealed a generous amount of cleavage which was further enhanced by the built-in boning of the garment. This also shaped her waist and hips. As she walked, I could see the dress was slit down the left side from just below her hips to just above her ankles where it ended. She didn't walk as much as glide. Her poise was excellent and when she walked her head did not bob up and down like most people. She was wearing a pair of open-toed shoes with ankle straps and at least four inch heels. She was an attractive woman, but not nearly as gorgeous as I currently was. "I am very flattered", she said, "but you didn't have to change for me." I looked in the mirror and noticed that I was now wearing a dress exactly like hers. I must have unconsciously changed while I was admiring her dress. I did look quite stunning in it, and I suspected I would look even better with a pair of sexy pumps like hers. I was very red in the face as I turned back to them. The man smiled and spoke to the woman, "You are just in time to work on control as well as feelings, I guess." The woman came close and walked around me, examining how I looked in detail. "You wear the body of a woman well, but you need to know how it should feel. My name is Teela and I will teach you about the second gift you were given." She took my hands and placed them on her forehead. "This will help for the first set of exercises. After that you should be able to read my feelings without touching." She reached down and took her the hem of her dress in her left hand. I could see her left thigh and leg clearly now. "Now concentrate on what I'm feeling. Can you feel the texture of the cloth as I run it across my hand. Feel it the way I do. Feel how light it is, how smooth, feel the strength of the fabric." It was amazing when things connected. It was just as if I was touching her dress. I nodded and she let it fall back in place. "Now as I run my hands along my dress, I want you to adjust yours to match. Feel the weight of it on my body. Feel how it is tight at my waist and how it presses my breasts together and upward. Feel the air flow under it as it moves." She stopped and looked at me for a second. "You are doing well except that you still think your clothes are a part of you. You must learn to separate parts of yourself between feeling and unfeeling. We will start with something simple." She reached behind her, unzipped the dress, and let it fall to the floor in one smooth movement. She was wearing a violet lace bra with matching tap panties. "For the next lesson, you need to be attired like me." I made the dress dissolve, leaving me naked, and I slowly created the bra and panties. While lace looks very nice, it is not easy to mimic. She looked carefully at me and said, "Notice that you lost detail when you changed. Your beautiful nipples should be visible through your bra. The soft triangle of hair between your legs is also gone. You need to make the garments look as if they are on your body, not of it." I let them dissolve and started over again. I tapped into her feelings about how they felt on her and worked at duplicating that feeling on me. I could feel the elastic of the bra straps and the waistband on the panties. I shifted my legs slightly and could sense different parts of them in contact with my panties. She smiled, removed my hands from her forehead, and walked behind me. Before I could react, she had grabbed the bra strap and snapped it. "Much better", she said, "but you have forgotten something." I looked at her and back at myself in the mirror and was puzzled. She bent her right leg back at the knee, removed her shoe and held it out for me. Then she did the same with her left shoe. They were shiny black and had very sexy stiletto heels. They each had a wide patent leather strap across the arch of the foot leaving the toes exposed. They had a thin leather strap running up from the back of the heel which connected to a thin loop that went around the ankle. I ran my hands along them and could see that in spite of how delicate they looked, they were well constructed. I stood on my toes for a second and formed the shoes beneath me. I was quite pleased with myself when I put my weight on them and they held. With a little more work, I could feel the bottom of my feet on the shoes, instead of the shoes on the floor. I smiled and handed her shoes back to her. She placed her shoes on the floor near her dress. I couldn't help admiring her body even though I possessed one very much like it. Then she picked up the centerfold picture. She held it by two fingers as if she didn't want to be infected by it. I must have dropped it without thinking when she came in. "This is all he gave you to go by? At least he could have given you a 3D image. No wonder you look so frozen. I will teach you how your current body should really look at the same time as I teach you how it should feel." "But this body looks so perfect as it is! Why must I change it?", I asked. "Do you think that you look as perfect as the woman in this picture does?" "I guess not. Some things don't look quite right." "To be a real woman, you need not give up your idea of perfection. This picture is just a slice of time. At the instant this was taken, the image was perfect for that pose. The way you are now is not that exact pose. You don't want to be stuck like a statue, do you?" "No" "Then I will teach you how to be a woman, not a statue. We will also explore how a woman reacts. So far, you have only felt things the way that you have been accustomed to... as a man would. You are familiar with this from having lived all your life as a man. Now you will learn how a woman is supposed to feel." She placed her hands under her breasts. "Don't feel how the bra feels as it touches the breasts. Feel the breasts. Feel their smoothness, their weight, how they react when pressed." Even though I wasn't touching her forehead anymore, I was getting a clear sensation of what she was doing. As I tried to mimic this feeling, I could feel and see my breasts starting to droop slightly. They were now filling the bra and using it for support rather than holding it up. She reached under my left breast and compared it with her own. "Now we will add sensitivity", she said, "You need to know how different parts of a woman's body react to touch." She reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and dropped it near her dress. Her panties followed shortly. I didn't wait to be told and followed her example, letting the lingerie dissolve and letting my feet drop down to the floor. Looking in the mirror, I saw two very attractive women totally naked. "Does this excite you", she said in a breathy voice. I could only nod in response. "Let's start easy. First you should experience simple touches, like the feeling of your hair against you back. Feel how soft and light it is. Feel the way mine caresses me gently and let yours react the same way." I looked at my hair in the mirror and noticed how stiff it was. I had seen what was on the picture and I made it look just like that. It didn't move the way hair was supposed to. It barely moved at all. My first thought was of trying to work with thousands of individual hairs. On second thought it was just a matter of getting one right and the rest would be right too. She reached over and fluffed my hair, then she grabbed my head and pulled it close to hers. "Do you feel what I feel?", she asked as she pressed her lips onto mine. I don't know how long we kissed, but I was feeling her passion as well as my own. There were dozens of different sensations going through her. I tried to sort them out and make them my own. Without breaking the kiss, she brought my hands under her breasts and gently placed my forefinger on her nipples. Her reaction to my touch there overpowered all the others. I was doing the opposite of what I had done to reduce the sensations for the shoes when she gently scratched my right nipple with her thumbnail. I could not believe the intensity of pleasure that came from just that simple touch. I was still getting her sensations and i felt something warm and wet between her legs. I wasn't sure where that came from or how to mimic it when I felt her squeeze both of my nipples. I had to pull back from the kiss to get some air. "Before we continue, you must be more complete physically", she said, "You need to look closely at that which is seldom seen as well as mimic the sensations." She opened her mouth wide and ran her tongue around her teeth and her lips. "Open yourself up! Taste the air you breathe! Take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Feel it the way I do! Can you feel your lips and tongue move with each breath?" I did as she instructed, holding each breath for a second to experience the feelings. "Tell me", she said, "Can you feel them?" I said, "Yes, I can." and was surprised at the sound of my voice. It not only sounded feminine, it sounded right. Just as I looked perfect, I now sounded perfect. "Now, all that is left is between your legs. You should not be embarrassed about that. Very few women will let her lover see clearly what it is the most private part of her body. Even though she lets them touch her and make love to her, she keeps it hidden." She sat on the floor and spread he legs wide apart. "Come down here and look closely. This will likely be the only time you will presented with this opportunity." I got down on my hands and knees and moved around to get a good view of her. "Don't be afraid to touch it", she said, "I expect you to have one that looks and feels just as good." So I kind of stuck a finger in her and moved things around so I could see how it was all put together. It was a very different experience compared to looking at crude drawings or too dark pictures. I could see all the details and both feel the texture and how it felt to be touched. As I was forming my own body according to the new information I had, she turned over and exposed her rear to me. "You also need to see this side of a woman and discover how it feels." Just as I was finishing making my butt softer and less firm, she flipped back over and pushed me down to the floor. "Now for your final lesson", she said and she crawled on top of me and started playing with my nipples. This time I could enjoy the sensations going through my body. I felt the wetness between my legs and opened them for her. To my surprise, she slid around so that we were side by side in the 69 position. I have a hard time remembering everything that happened, but I know we explored each other thoroughly and I learned both secondhand and then firsthand what it was like to be a complete woman. Chapter 2 I woke up in my bed. It felt cold and wet. I haven't wet my bed since childhood, but I knew the feeling. It must have been that strange dream, I mused. I decided to swear off from having mega-combo pizzas while reading Fictionmania before bedtime. I made my way to the bathroom to get out of my wet pajamas. When I took them off, I discovered that they weren't wet. "That is strange", I said to myself. My legs didn't feel wet either. Then I noticed something different from when I went to bed. The change I had made to myself in my "dream" was real. That meant that what happened last night was more than just a dream. I turned on my computer. While I was waiting for it to boot, I tried to mimic it. The shape wasn't that difficult, but the translucent orange case presented a new challenge. By the time it had connected to the 'net, there were two identical systems on the table. One was turned off though. I couldn't figure out how to reproduce the power light, much less an illuminated display. I could make the keys move on my keyboard as easily as I could wiggle my toes. Moving my mouse around was almost like moving my arm. If I could figure out how to look like an active computer, I could have a lot of fun in the computer lab. I did a slow meltdown, dripping onto the floor and changed back to myself. I was considering doing some web surfing, but this was a lot more fun. I had a small room, but at least there was a full length mirror on the back of the door. I spent the morning in front of it trying out different looks. I found out first that I could become the "perfect" woman that I was last night fairly easy. The complete transformation including undergarments, shoes, and that sexy purple dress took about three minutes. I looked fantastic without makeup, but I tried some different looks anyway. It was so simple to add a bit of color to my cheekbones or my eyelids. I tried a Goth look with a pale white face, black features and long black hair. It was not a nice look. I tried the more extreme look, usually associated with prostitutes and drag queens and found that to be repulsive as well. I guess it wasn't for me to mess with perfection. I wanted to try different looks for my male self. I wasn't in a rush though so I changed to a more androgynous look first. The result was close to the way I looked when crossdressed. I looked a bit like Fabio and a bit like Madonna. In short, I looked bad! So far, I wasn't coming up with anything I'd want to repeat. I tried different versions of myself: taller, shorter, more muscular, mustaches, bald, etc. These experiments were more interesting. I settled on a version of myself that was a bit better everywhere. Not so much that people I knew would notice, but that people that I didn't know yet (particularly women) would. My closet contained three pairs of denim jeans and about a dozen print T-shirts along with one gray business suit. I had a pair of good shoes of shiny black leather and two pairs of white sneakers. It was a typical male wardrobe - just the essentials. That didn't matter anymore as I fashioned a simple polo shirt, a pair of nicely pressed tan slacks, and brown loafers. One day, this ability might pay off if I found myself underdressed for a restaurant or party. I looked out the window into a beautiful sunny day. I was feeling fantastic, so even a rainy day wouldn't have made much difference. It was a short walk to the library. I was daydreaming about birds and trying to fly one day when I noticed the change in the world. There was a group of women sitting on the steps of the building across from mine. There were a pair of women walking down the sidewalk. There were tables full of women seated at the outdoor restaurant. The vast majority of these women were attractive and dressed in a most feminine manner. In fact, I didn't see a single man around. "How many men had experienced a similar dream last night?", I wondered. There were more items in that hallway than I could count. I could sense some of the women checking me out. I wasn't the best looking guy on the block, but I could probably land a role in a soap opera. If I could act, that is. Given a choice, I'd rather be one of the villains in a Bond film. Preferably one who doesn't get killed until the end. I had walked about three blocks when my thoughts were interrupted by a scream from behind me. There was a group of over a dozen women, all scantily clad running in my direction. The one in front was the one I had heard. She was yelling, "I get him first. I only have twelve hours left and I refuse to go back to being Norman until Norma loses her virginity." The other women were calling for seconds and thirds. While I would seldom turn down the advances of an attractive woman, the thought of being gang raped was not the least bit attractive. I panicked and ran in the opposite direction while trying to figure out a plan. There were only a few forms that I could shift into and they all took more time than I figured I had... except for one. I ducked around the next corner and dived for the ground. The women, and I use that term with some hesitation, ran around the corner and past an innocent looking puddle of water on the ground. After they were gone, I slowly changed back into a person. In the name of survival though, I changed into my female form. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. If all the Romans are women, I need to be one - at least in public. The library was like a zoo. Some of the lesser trafficked areas looked more like a petting zoo. All the books on personal hygiene, women's fashions, makeup, and photography had been checked out. There was a new sign near the women's room that said "Also Women". It used to be the men's room. I found an unused computer and checked out the national news web sites. The big news was that there were no men in the metropolitan area. Any job normally held by a man was vacant today. There wasn't any mention of what I knew to be a fact that all of the men had become women. And no-one had noticed the millions of attractive women who suddenly appeared in the city. Or at the least they hadn't bothered to report it. There was a television in the media room and the news channel reported the same details. The (female) newscaster had to go fifty miles out of the city before she found any men. The ones she found though were Amish and refused to have anything to do with her. She had no idea of where all the men had went, but she speculated it had something to do with the popularity of the TV show: The X Files and the huge number of alien spacecraft reported over the last forty years. I had to laugh at that. And I just had to laugh some more because I enjoyed the sweet sound of my laughter. I loved being a woman - even in a city filled exclusively with women. Then a nasty thought occurred to me about this situation. I realized that being an attractive woman would not be without its dangers as well. Sometime soon, the outlying communities will wake up to the fact that there were far too many women in the city who looked too good and dressed too revealing for their own good. About that time the women like those chasing me this morning would get what they were asking for, although not by their choice. So I decided to dress down significantly. I raised the neckline until it became a turtleneck. The shoes became simple purple flats and the skirt of the dress was discarded in favor of palazzo pants. I felt much safer walking home like this. I just had one stop to make on the way. I stopped at the local fast food place and got two burgers and a shake (to go, of course). The place was filled with women trying to look sexier than the one seated next to them. They were primping and preening and looking at their reflections in the windows. And there were actually a few eating, taking tiny bites from their food so as not to disturb their makeup or appear unladylike. This was really not fun at all. It was boring being a woman in a city filled exclusively with women and "more women". I had to get out of here! The newscaster stated the surrounding countryside was less affected. At least, I could find a bird other than a pigeon and see if I could fly. I had lost my appetite anyway. The walk home was uneventful, considering that scantily clad women on every street corner was now normal if not expected. The roads leading out of town were emptier than usual and I could see that the traffic was stop/start on the freeways going in. I was on a country road, driving my rusting green Taurus. I had both windows open and my long red hair was blowing around me. The weather was great, just some big white fluffy clouds drifting slowly across a clear blue sky. I stopped in this small village that time had forgotten. There was a row of shops on my right. Each one was small and intimate appearing... Just like in my dream! Inside the general store was the lever and I pulled it. Chapter 3 I resided in a coed dormitory. Every other floor was filled with women. Most of them were nothing to talk about. And then there was Sara. She was a very good looking woman. We had lunch together every now and then. Mostly when she was low on cash. She took a perverse pleasure in telling me about her dates with other men on these occasions. Today was no exception. "Greg took me out dancing last week. He is one of the sweetest guys I know. I even let him dance close to me on the slow dances", she said. "Don't you feel like he towers over you? He must be 6 foot 3.", I asked. "Of course not! I have a pair of pumps with platforms that are 2 inches and the heels are another 4. That puts me at 6 foot 1" "I don't know how you can walk in them, much less dance." "Dancing is easier. For fast dances, I can just wiggle my butt. I don't have to walk around much and he likes it when I dance that way. And for slow dances, I just follow his lead." "How about walking?" "It took a few days for me to break them in, but now it's second nature. I like the view from up higher too. I would even look down on you with them on!", she said with a laugh. "You should drop by my place about 6:00 tonight and you can check them out. Greg is picking me up at 6:30 so it will have to be quick." "Sure, I'll be there as always. Well, I need to run. I have some things to pick up at the store." "Thanks for lunch." I had the makings of a plan. I picked up a can of engine starter fluid at the hardware store. The ingredients stated that it was almost pure ether. I also stopped at the grocery store to get some paper towels and a soap opera magazine. I was smiling all the way back to the dorm in anticipation of the evening. I paged through the magazine looking at the pictures. There was a front view of a blond guy in a dark suit that I liked. I knocked on her door about 10 minutes early. No, that should read that the blond guy knocked on her door. This way there wouldn't be anyone who could say that I was there. I wanted to make sure I got there before Greg and before I was supposed to be there too. She opened the door and I must have frozen for a second or two. She was so sexy looking with her hair in a French braid wearing a low cut blouse with tight skirt. Luckily, she was surprised to see a hunk at her door as well. I quickly rushed in and covered her mouth and nose with a paper towel soaked in the ether. It hardly took any time to knock her out, leaving me holding her limp body. I set her on the floor while I closed the door. Luck was still with me as the hallway was empty. I debated in which order for the next steps. I could either put her to bed then take off her clothes or do it in the opposite order. I decided it was easier to strip her while she was on the floor. I would have less chance of running her stockings or something similar that way. I always wanted to take the clothes off a woman. I think it would have been more fun if she was conscious though. Once she was naked, I could get a good look at her body. In a short time there were two of us; a naked Sara asleep on the floor and a naked Sara picking up her clothes. I could have been a clothed Sara, but I wanted Greg to take them off later. I saw a flannel nightgown on Sara's bed and put it on her before putting her under the covers. I planned to meet Greg down in the lobby so there was no chance he'd see there were two of us. Looking at the pile of clothes, I decided I could do without the bra and panties. Tonight, Sara was going to look and act a bit more like a slut than normal and with any luck would be sleeping at Greg's tonight. The pantyhose had been recently stretched so they were no problem to put on. They came off one Sara who looked great in them and went back on another Sara who looked great in them. The crotch felt a bit wet as I smoothed them out. She must have been wearing them all day. I sniffed my hand and took in her scent. It was very strong. I stepped into her black silk skirt, now my skirt, slid it over my hips and zipped it up the left side. I slipped the green blouse over my head and tucked it into my skirt. They were almost form-fitting on my body and they showed off my new curves very well. The blouse matched my green eyes and made them stand out. I checked myself out in the mirror and could see little dots where my nipples were. They got bigger while I watched as I was exciting myself. I got control of myself and continued getting ready. I slid a pair of her shoes on my feet. These were the ones that she wanted me to see. She was right about the difference in view. I walked carefully over to her, sound asleep in her bed, to make sure I had everything right. I had missed only a few things, but they were important. I removed her earrings and put them on, having just formed the holes in my 'lobes. She normally wore tiny diamond studs, but tonight she had a series of gold hoops that interlocked and dangled almost to her neckline. She also had been wearing bright red lipstick that I had ruined when I knocked her out. I dug through her purse until I located the tube and carefully put it on my own lips. There was one more thing I wanted. She never wore it that I knew of, but it would be perfect for tonight. I had given her a thin gold necklace with a small heart pendant. I found it tucked away in the back of her lingerie drawer. When I put it on, the little heart dropped right into my cleavage. That would help keep Greg's attention right where I wanted it. I slung her purse over my shoulder and checked out the final look in the mirror. My long blonde hair, in a French braid. That had not been easy to do, but it looked great. My lovely green eyes with long lashes gently curled and lined in black. My thin 'brows sweeping upwards in a semicircle. My sexy red lips in front of my perfect white teeth. I ran my hand along my face. There was just a bit of blush on the cheekbones that was the same shade of pink as my long 'nails. My face looked very attractive as I placed a finger below my lips. "I wonder what I'll attract tonight", I said softly in a voice that sounded just like Sara. She had chosen her ensemble carefully tonight. Too bad she wouldn't know the outcome. Actually, she might find out tomorrow night from Greg what he thought about it. I had to laugh out loud at that thought. Sara has a simple laugh, more like a giggle. It was the icing on the cake to me. Not only did I look like her, but I also giggled like her. With all the time we spent together, it would be easy to act like her as well. Although I wasn't planning to act like her all night long. I was 6:15 when I left the room. I took slow steps down the hallway as I got used to her shoes. I should have practiced this earlier today. The stairs were the torture test. The first flight was painful as I fought to keep my balance. The second one was better but I still needed the handrail for support. The last two were manageable as I found my new center of gravity. By the time I was walking into the lobby, I felt like I had been born to wear these shoes. In the lobby, the choices were either soft sofas that you sank into or hard chairs in front of long tables. I went with a hard chair that was in clear view of the door. I crossed my legs tight at the thighs and placed my left leg on top of the right one. I turned the chair slightly so Greg would get a good view of my gorgeous legs when he arrived. I was digging through Sara's purse looking for something to occupy my time and didn't notice him until he was in front of me. I looked up when I noticed the shadow on the floor and saw him standing there, smiling. I smiled back at him with my lips spread wide and my teeth slightly apart. It was one of the sexier expressions that a woman makes, almost like an open invitation. He was wearing what I considered to be typical male clothes; denim blue jeans and a long sleeve shirt. And after all the trouble we women go thru to get ready when the men just toss on something comfortable. The thought made me giggle. "What's the joke?", he asked. "I think I'm a bit overdressed for this evening", I said in a discouraged tone, almost like a whine. Sara was good at whining. I made a small pout and looked down at myself. This was sure to draw his attention to the open spot between my breasts, right where I wanted it. "No, you are perfect. How about we get something to eat first then I'll change into something nicer?" "That sounds okay", I said, "And you are already very nice." "I was thinking pizza tonight. How hungry are you?" "You know I love pizza and I am always starving." Sara used this line on me a lot so I figured she used it on other guys as well. If not, then she should start since it worked on Greg. I uncrossed my legs, smoothed my skirt and held out my hand for Greg to help me up. This wasn't one of Sara's moves that I knew of. It took a few seconds for Greg to understand the gesture. Now I was sure it wasn't something that Sara had done before. He took my hand and I helped myself up, pressing down lightly. I didn't release his hand when I was done. Instead I just starting walking, pulling him behind me until he caught up. When he was by my side I was giggling just like Sara always does after she pulls a joke on someone. "Okay, you got me that time. I suppose you want me to open all the doors for you as well." "Seeing as you asked, I think that would be nice." It was a short drive to the pizza parlor. Every time I approached a door, I just stood there and waited for him to open it. Then I strutted through as if I were royalty. I managed to stifle most of the giggling, but I couldn't help smiling each time. It was a short line so we didn't talk much then. I ordered Sara's usual combination: one slice with pepperoni, an order of bread sticks with sauce, and a large cola. We sat in a booth near the front of the place. The only time that Greg managed to get a sentence into the conversation was when I was eating. And I didn't make those openings very long. It was just like a normal date with Sara, except I got to be Sara. I was immensely enjoying the incessant talking about how my day went instead of having to sit there pretending to be interested. I will admit that Greg did a passable imitation of looking interested. With just a little empathic sensing, I could tell he wasn't paying any attention to what I was saying. His mind was probably on other things and both of those things were on my chest right now. Greg lived at a frat house. It made sense that Sara would go out with a jock. They were about the same IQ. I continued my self-centered act with comments about the day's news events. Every so often I would pause as if I had asked a question to see if he was paying attention. He'd manage to get a word or two out before I'd continue on an unrelated topic. This was just the way Sara did things. He parked the car after what had to be the longest 15 minutes of his life. I waited patiently for him to open my door. Then I swung my legs out and offered him my hand to assist me out. He had learned from the last time and was standing in front of me this time. As I stood up, he pulled me close to him and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. We walked into the house hand in hand. He probably thought that this would be a good show for his frat brothers. Any guy would love to be seen in the company of a drop dead gorgeous woman such as myself. While this would earn him some respect, what I had planned would make everyone ignore it. After all, what does holding hands rate compared to a sleepover? "You can wait here while I go in and change", he said. "Oh? And you trust me here alone with all these cute guys?" "On second thought, it's okay if you come up. My roommate is playing out of town this weekend." I started up the stairs, letting him get a good view of my butt in motion. Sara did say he liked looking at it. He didn't stay down there too long. I guess he didn't want everyone else to have the same pleasure. I didn't mind though. As far as I was concerned, everyone could look up Sara's skirt at her almost nude butt. After tonight it would be all hers again. I was just sharing it. "My room is the second one on the right.", he said. I walked a bit past it, and waited for him to open the door. This was getting more fun every time! I took a quick scan around his room before I entered. It was setup with bunk beds to save space for the recliner and television. There were leftover pizza boxes on a small table and (what I presumed were) dirty clothes all over the floor. "Excuse the mess, I wasn't expecting company", he said as he started picking up the clothes and tossing them in the far corner. "Which bed is yours?", I asked as I carefully made my way in that direction. "I have the bottom one. Derek lost the coin toss so he's got the top bunk this semester. In a couple months, I'll be on top." This was very funny to me and I could barely contain myself. If things continued according to my plans, he'd be on top a lot sooner than that. I sat on the bed, put my purse on my lap, and crossed my legs. He looked over from his cleaning attempts at me frequently. It was obvious that this was one fish who was taking my bait. All I had to do now was to get him in my net. "Are you planning on staying there while I change?", he asked. I set my purse on the floor and walked over to him. "Actually, I was planning on helping you", I said and I started to unbutton his shirt. He let me undo all the buttons then took off the shirt and tossed it in the corner with the rest. As he was struggling to get his T shirt off over his head, I quickly removed my blouse. By the time he could see me again, my breasts were pressed against his naked chest. I didn't give him much time to look, he could do that later. I planted a wet open mouth kiss on him that would not forget for at least a year. I could see he was in shock. As he was recovering, I took a step back and reached behind my head as if I were unbraiding my hair. It was really just a matter of letting it relax so that it fell down onto my shoulders and part way down my back. This time I let him have a good look at my breasts. "Do you like what you see?", I asked in my sexiest Sara voice? I put my left hand on my hip without waiting for his response. As naturally as possible I slid it down, unzipping the skirt in the process. Sara had chosen sheer to waist pantyhose today so when I let the skirt fall, the only thing obscuring Greg's view was the seam up the middle. He appeared to be at a loss for what to do next, so I stepped back into his arms and whispered, "I think you are now the one who is overdressed, my love." A gentleman would have carried me to the bed at this point, but Greg started fumbling with his belt. I did my sexiest walk back to his bed and finished undressing. When I finished, I relaxed on one elbow like the pictures of women in men's magazines and watched him as he removed his jeans, then his shoes. He was clearly flustered by my raw sexuality. I wondered if the poor boy was a virgin as well. He stripped down to his jockey shorts and turned off the lights. It seemed strange that a guy with that much hair on his chest would be so shy. The sun was just setting so there was a dim glow coming through the curtains. Just enough so I could see him making his way toward the bed. My original plan was to bring him so very very close, but not quite to making love. I was getting excited though. I wanted him badly. Not as much as he wanted me, but I knew I had to have him inside me. He was a nice guy too. I could make out a thin shiny square in his hand. He had thought to bring protection. "Let me put that on for you, dear." I said. He had dropped his shorts on the floor and I could tell that he was ready. I could have used some foreplay, but I didn't think he could hold it in much longer. He already had the foil open. I took the condom from him and smoothed it over his erect member. It was like putting on pantyhose upside down. He crawled onto the bed on top of me and I helped him guide his cock into my wet pussy. Fortunately for him, Sara takes a B cup bra. His big hands would have smothered anything smaller. He played with my nipples before he started pumping me. The lovemaking was over for Greg in a few minutes. It had hardly started for me. He rolled off of me, spent and tired. I wasn't going to let him off so easily though. I pulled the condom off of his limp cock and caressed his balls. When he started getting hard again, I ran my 'nails along the tip of his cock. That got him nice and hard again. I crawled on top of him and put him back inside me. I just moved in small circles slowly. I knew it wouldn't do anything for him, but it was just the stimulation I needed. I didn't know if Sara was a screamer or not, but when I orgasmed with her body I couldn't help but let the entire frat house know. When my legs started responding again, I headed to the bathroom. I was covered in sweat and other liquids and needed a shower. I also felt a pressure in my bladder that needed relieving. The bathroom was located between two rooms and shared by four guys. At least one of them must have been into cleaning as it was spotless. As I was showering, I realized that hair this long would be a pain to wash and take all night to dry without a blow dryer. That was no problem for me. I just made it go away. I could put it back when I was done. I also removed the extra coloring from my face that was Sara's makeup. I didn't hear it when someone came in from the adjoining room. When I turned around, I saw a guy standing there staring at me. He turned a bright red and ran out. I guess he didn't know what to say to a naked lady, especially a bald one. I toweled off and reformed my hair back into the French braid. Greg was sound asleep and didn't stir as I put on my pantyhose, skirt, and blouse. I was daydreaming about tomorrow. He'd see Sara and tell he what a great time he had and she would say she slept through the whole evening. I could do better than that. I remembered the scene from Rocky Horror Picture Show where Frankenfurter screws Janet then Brad in the same evening. That seemed like fun. I picked up the used condom, put it in the foil, then in my purse. It wasn't fair that only one Sara had fun tonight anyway. I picked up the shoes and left Greg's room as quietly as possible. There were some guys downstairs playing pool. They just watched me as I put my shoes on and left. It was a longer walk than I expected to get back to the dorm. I hoped Sara would still be asleep. At the minimum, I had to get her clothes and purse back to her without her knowing that she had a twin this evening. The most fun (for me) would be waking her up as Greg after I put everything back. Unlike Greg, who was easy to seduce, it was almost a sure bet that I would have to force myself on Sara. That's not right... It should read that I would need to have Greg force himself on Sara. But first, Sara has to get back to her room before she wakes up. Sometimes, I think I worry too much. Since I look like Sara, sound like Sara, and came back to her room at all hours like Sara, as far as everyone else was concerned I was Sara. This was getting to be too funny. Sara was going to be even more confused tomorrow when she finds out about the study session "she" scheduled with Pam, John, and Mike in her room at 4:00 PM. I was an incredibly lucky person. Sara was exactly as I left her. I removed the clothes and jewelry of hers that I was wearing then changed into Greg. If she woke up before I was ready, I would rather she saw him and not a copy of herself. I put the necklace back where I found it and her clothes in the hamper except for the pantyhose and panties. I had found two sets of handcuffs in her jewelry drawer. She never told me she was into kinky sex. I cuffed her arms to the bedposts with them. I wanted her legs free though. It took a few seconds to dissolve the clothes I had given Greg and even less time to get a raging hard-on better than he had given me earlier. I took the condom out of the foil, turned it inside out and rubbed the semen all over my cock. If she reported this, they would be able to verify that she and Greg had sex. Of course, they did have sex. Just not at the same time. [Authors Note: the following paragraph is fictitious and should not be taken seriously - even though I do live in Michigan where college students get expelled for writing this type of material] She woke up when I pulled back her covers and lifted her nightgown. It was too late though. Before she could say anything, I shoved her panties in her mouth. Following shortly on that, I shoved my cock in her pussy. Unlike Greg, I made sure that she was satisfied before I stopped. It was not an easy task since she started out fighting the sensations that her body was sending to her brain. I could sense when she eventually gave in and I worked every erotic nerve in her body. She was too tired to give me any trouble when I finished. I kissed her on the cheek, uncuffed her, and snuck out the door. A few seconds later and I was myself again. I walked back to my room as if it was another boring night for me, and if you looked at it a certain way, it was. Sara seduced Greg then Greg raped Sara, but I had done nothing all evening. [Author's Notes: I like this character... More chapters will be forthcoming!]