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Changing Channels by Zouscha Author's Note: First of a series, hopefully. Working on a followup to tie up some loose ends and create new ones. It was, as they say, a dark and stormy night. It was Friday of a long 4th of July weekend, and we were bored, 4 days with nothing to do stretched ahead like an eternity. Jessica and I had been lying on the couch in my apartment; it was a 3rd floor walkup in a small building in LA. It wasn't the greatest but the rent was cheap. I was trying to make it as an actor without a lot of success, so I had to keep my expenses to a minimum. She'd flown in from Seattle for the weekend, and now we were flipping around the channels without finding anything remotely worth watching. The cable must have been affected because one by one the channels went staticky . We'd just about given up when out of the blue on one of the channels I never got, on popped the strangest movie I'd ever seen. All kinds of beautiful women were popping in and out of bed with all sorts of musclebound surfer types. It was silly, but, hey, there was nothing else on, and even Jessica got into watching it. "Those girls are just unreal. They don't exist in nature.", she said. I had to agree. " Neither do those guys. They're just all muscle and nothing else. So what's your ideal man?", I teased. She thought for a minute. "Well, he'd have to be good looking; some muscles, but not too much. Long dirty blond hair and no body hair except on his crotch. And he'd really have to be sensitive and understanding to a woman's needs." "So he'd have to be gay, I guess." "No, he'd have to be a fantastic lover in bed, with a nice fat ten-incher. Maybe he could be bisexual, to make it interesting. And since it's a one-night stand, I wouldn't want him too bright- just a good sex toy for the evening." The TV seemed to flash a little brighter somehow as lightning crashed nearby. "Your turn; what's your ideal?" "Well, they're not it", I said, pointing to the screen. "Oh, they're not, are they?" Jessica seemed skeptical. "Actually, my ideal would be a tall longhaired blonde with an athletic body. A little muscle would be nice, too. Then she could give your boy a run for his money in bed. Nice firm tits, big but not too big, sensitive nipples, a big clit and a rock-solid ass. Built to fuck, and just bright enough to know every technique in the book. Absolutely craves cock, but just to be fair, she could rock the world of any woman that came her way. How's that?" Again the TV flashed brightly, then turned to static. Then a crash of lightning, and the power went out. Boy, that was close! "Aw, I guess we'll never see how this movie turns out." I said. We fumbled around in the darkness. "Well, all this talk has definitely made me horny", she said. "Let's go to bed". In the pitch blackness we undressed and made passionate love. Jessica seemed positively ravenous. I guess that movie and our talk really did get her going. Her body quivered like a tuning fork as she mounted me. "I thought you didn't like it on top" I said. "Well, I was in the mood to try something different." She stuffed my cock hungrily into her pussy and began gyrating wildly. I had to hang on for dear life. Maybe I should subscribe to that channel, I thought. It's obviously turned her on. In the darkness she purred out her first orgasm; as it subsided she turned her attention back to me., pumping me with a ferocity I'd never seen in her before. I matched her stride for stride and came with a rush. I was ready to fall asleep but Jessica was having none of it. Her twenty-one year old body was apparently just warming up. She brought her mouth down to my crotch, licking up the mingled juices and cleaning my rod with her powerful tongue. I found myself hardening again. Her hands and tongue seemed to be everywhere, wandering all over my body, revving me up for another bout. As soon as I was big enough to suit her needs, she slapped my tool against her pussy lips, then jammed me inside her without any warning. I groaned at the rough treatment I was getting, but she seemed oblivious. I could see the sweat rolling off her face in the moonlight. She could have been masturbating with a large dildo for all the attention she was paying to me. It was kind of a kick to be treated like a sex object. I could feel the shiver pass through her body as she came to another climax. She took me with her, and I came, far less than the first time, but enjoyable nonetheless. I fell asleep, but it wasn't long before I was awakened by the warmth of her mouth on my penis. She was determined to get one more rise out of me. I feigned sleep for as long as I could, but finally could resist no longer. "Jess, what are you doing? You're going to kill me!" Her reply was to pull herself up onto my chest, rubbing her breasts all over me and forcing her tongue into my mouth. I could still taste the cum she'd been licking and for some strange reason it excited me. I'd never tasted my own cum, and this was kind of kinky. This was a whole new side of her I'd never seen, more powerful and demanding. Once again I began to rise to the occasion. She sat down on me with that impossibly wet slit. I kept slipping out when she pulled another trick on me. Reaching down, she pinched my nipples. They'd never been particularly sensitive, but this time they sent a bolt of electricity through my body. Suddenly I was hard as a rock, and she squealed with delight. She ground her body against mine, and every time I would waver, she would give a nipple a tweak and I would be back at full strength.. Now I gave it all I had, bouncing her as hard as she had bounced me. She hovered over my chest, gently brushing our nipples together, and finally let me do the work. I moved easily into her love tunnel. A little squeal and shiver let me know that she had once again reached her orgasm. She lay on top of me, savoring it, then reached down to give my left nipple another tweak while she gave my right one a tongue lashing. I'd never been this sensitive before, and this was driving me crazy. I bucked so wildly that I came out of her entirely. Jessica knew a good thing when she saw it and never let go of my breasts, pinching one while sucking the other. I began to moan uncontrollably. She could sense my balls tightening for another blast, and she decided to bite down hard. I lost it entirely; my flopping dick sprayed cum all over the both of us. I may have blacked out for a second, but came around in time to see Jessica's face with an odd combination of lust, exhaustion and triumph. Then we both fell asleep instantly, utterly spent. Saturday morning we both woke refreshed. "Wow, what a night that was", Jessica said. "You were great!" I blushed a bit. "You were pretty wild yourself; you kind of took charge last night and that was kind of a turn-on for me. You've never done that before." "Well, play your cards right and we might get to do it again." she smiled. She looked a little different than last night; I couldn't put my finger on it. She looked a little bigger somehow. Or had I gotten shorter? "Bob, did you wash my clothes last night? Everything seems a little tight." She laughed- she knew I wasn't about to do a load of laundry for her. But she seemed genuinely puzzled. "Can I borrow some of your stuff? We're just kicking around for the weekend anyway." I got her the cleanest stuff I had, and with my clothes and her shortish blond hair, she looked a bit like my brother. She'd even gotten rid of her bra. She still had a nice set of breasts, and jiggling around in my t-shirt, their nipples were constantly erect. My shirts were usually swimming on her, but this one seemed to fit pretty well. Must have shrunk, I guess. I stumbled out of bed and into the shower. I felt weird, like a hangover without the drinking. The water felt good on my body, especially these newly sensitive nipples of mine- I'd never felt them so rock-hard. I was absentmidedly stroking them when Jessica decided to join me. " I need to get cleaned up myself," she said. She definitely looked more buff today- her shoulders seemed broader. She didn't seem to notice a difference so I didn't bring it up. We lathered each other up- she paid special attention to my chest, much to my delight. My cock began to spring to life. I rubbed the soap down her chest and when I got to her crotch, she jumped. Her clit seemed hugely swollen; I rubbed around it with my hands and it seemed to harden and swell even more. Jessica took my hand away and started to bump and grind her crotch against me, grabbing my ass and humping against me. Her eyes closed and her mouth was open in delight. Then she backed away, put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down on my knees, pulling me toward her pussy. The water cascaded over our bodies as I licked this brand new super clit of hers. It was like a small erection, and she mashed my face into it. I covered it with my mouth and sucked it for all I was worth. She began screaming and bucking into me drawing blood on my shoulders as she held me in place. I could feel her clit expand and come alive. Finally she orgasmed and fell,limp, to the floor of the shower, eyes shut, a wicked smile on her face. I staggered to my feet, shut the water off and got out. Drying off with the towel, I noticed a lot of hairs falling off as I rubbed. All my chest and leg hairs just seemed to fall away. Pretty weird, but the real shock came when I looked in the mirror. My brownish hair had gone blonde, and the scraggly goatee which I'd liked (and Jessica had hated) had vanished. Rubbing my hand across my face, it had a smoothness that told me that I wouldn't have to be shaving anytime soon. Jessica had now stirred from the shower and got out. As I stared into the mirror, she came up from behind and put her arms around me. Was she taller than me now? She was pretty much insatiable at this point, rubbing her hands up and down my body, lingering at my nipples. I felt a puffiness there I hadn't noticed before, and her manipulations were having a warm fuzzy effect on me. She humped against me from behind, pushing me down until I was bent over the sink, and I felt her hard lump moving up and down inside my cheeks. She reached down to my crotch, where my tumescent cock waited. I was hard as a rock but it felt smaller. My balls seemed to have shrunk as well, but her ministrations were driving me so crazy it was becoming difficult to think clearly. Her chest pressed against my back as she humped against me from behind. Her breasts seemed smaller and flatter, almost like two muscular lumps. I finally broke away. "I think we need to sit down an cool off for a minute, Jess," I said. My head was swimming. I seemed to have lost all my body hair and my chest felt puffy. "Jessica, haven't you noticed anything? You're starting to look and act more and more like a man. You're taller than I am now. And you've packed on a lot of muscle in your upper body. Me, on the other hand, I've got these feelings running through my head that I can't seem to explain. Strange...urges, wanting to do things...differently. Can you feel it?" Jessica frowned. "All I can tell is that I feel really weird on the one hand, but on the other, I'm just going with the flow. I feel like I'm bursting at the seams, and god am I horny. But I have to admit you're better looking than you were last night. And I feel really strong I noticed. I seem to be different, but I'm horny too. I feel like my nipples have been erect for about 24 hours. I just want to pick you up, carry you into the bedroom and fuck your brains out. I just haven't figured out how to do it." "Well, I guess I'm in the mood to let you do it". With that, she picked me up in her powerful arms and swept me into the bedroom. Jessica was taking the lead, and I loved it. She lay me down on the bed and pressed me down with a furious french kiss, broke contact and ran her tongue down to my breasts. She suckled one, then the other, and as she lavished her attention on each, I could feel the warm glow of them growing. By the time she was finished, I swore they'd become a nice little handful. She then licked her way down over my flat abdomen to my cock. It was probably no more than three inches at full attention by now, but her expert tongue made it a little longer and rock hard, and it strained for release. She brought me to the very edge of ecstasy, then pinched the cockhead to hold my orgasm. "Just one more time, lover," she explained. She reared herself up and sat down on my crotch. It seemed a much tighter fit than I remembered it being last night, even with my smaller equipment, but she rode me expertly as she always did. Within minutes I screamed out my orgasm in a cracking voice. When I opened my eyes, Jessica had gotten down on all fours and was licking my softening member clean. Limp, it didn't look to be much more than a bump now. And my view was partially obscured by these exciting little titties that kept getting larger even as everything else got smaller. I could feel them pressing down against me as I lay splayed across the bed. My hands, my legs, everything felt different. With a devilish smile Jessica crawled up to me and said, "now it's my turn". She took my hand and held it to her chest, then slowly traced a line straight down to her crotch. As I reached it she brushed my hand over what could only be described at a cock. As I pulled on it, it swelled from two inches to three then four. As I rubbed it, it became a hard, thick stalk, and I swore I could feel a small sac dangling underneath. Jessica moved up, positioning my head over her clit-cock. An irresistible urge overcame me- I HAD to have that thing, and now. I flicked my tongue out to taste its musky odor, circling around the tip before plunging down on this miraculous piece of meat. Jessica grabbed my head, running her fingers through my hair (when did it get so long?) pulling me onto her, cramming her hardness into my mouth. Suddenly, without warning, she spurted her first little load of warm cum in my mouth. She screamed in a deeper voice than I had remembered her having. Greedily I took every drop as the haze came over me and we both collapsed on the bed, spent. I don't know how long I was out; probably a few hours. as the sun was beginning to go down. I awoke with Jessica's arms around me, cradling my full firm breasts. I rubbed them with her hands and was rewarded with the now-familiar tingly glow. But something had been added. A wetness between my thighs. I ran my trembling hands down between my legs and below the little love nub that my cock had become was a warm, wet, eager to be filled pussy. I rolled over and surveyed the still-sleeping form of my girlfriend turned boyfriend. She/he was perfect in every way, from the surfer-blond hair, tan body, firm muscles, flat abs, long legs to especially that beautiful cock. I got up to survey myself in the mirror; I was his perfect partner, long blond hair, blue eyes, 6 feet tall with perfect full tits that jutted straight out without any visible means of support. I looked like the dream centerfold; and I realized that I had truly become my fantasy woman. The thought was thrilling rather than terrifying. Somewhere in the back of my mind was a small voice crying out, but it was drowned out by the tactile sensations I was experiencing. I was a truly stunning woman, and all I wanted to do was get on all fours and have wild, abandoned sex. I could think of nothing else. Well, it was time to test these bodies out, anyway. I went through Jessica's things and put on a pair of her panties. Just looking at his body made me hot and with some rubbing of my love button and a squeeze to my nipples I began to orgasm, a long building crescendo which overwhelmed me. I threw my head back and spread my legs wide, gasping for air. My squeals must have awakened Jessica, because when I opened my eyes, he stood in front of me. He looked like a seventeen year old Adonis, stroking his now-massive cock. "Come on, baby, I'll show you what a real orgasm is," he smiled. I wiggled my hips girlishly as I pranced into the bedroom , pulling him by his 10 inch rod. I got down on the floor on all fours and snarled 'fuck me' in such a sexy voice that I almost made myself faint. "You got my panties all wet, but I won't be needing them anymore,stud. Take them off and fuck me till I'm unconscious." I didn't even know what I was saying anymore- I was so caught up in the amazement of it all that I couldn't tell what day it was or what my name was. Jessica came up behind me on all fours and pulled my panties off with his teeth. He inhaled the panties like a fine wine, then flung them aside as he readied for the main event. I pooched up my pussy in anticipation, mashing my sensitive boobies into the shag carpet, moaning. Jessica did not disappoint. He teased my pussy with his cock, rubbing its firmness all along the outside lips of my waiting pussy. Then, he positioned himself at my entrance and took my temporary virginity with one stroke. I began screaming and bucking against him, as he thrust into me again and again. He held my sexy hips as I swayed from side to side, milking every ounce of the experience. I held onto the bedpost as he reached up and cupped my electric breasts, then reached down to play with my pleasure nub. Waves of orgasms crashed over me as I waited for his explosion. I gave myself over to the sensation totally, pumping my damp pussy up against his throbbing meat, mashing our pubic hairs together with every stroke. I had no idea that sex with a man could be so unbelievably thrilling. Jessica was not long in coming. With a final thrust that lifted me clear off my feet, he bellowed out his eruption. Jets and jets of cum sprayed my pussy as he jerked and spasmed inside me. I could feel his sperm shooting into what seemed to be the center of my body. I knew I would never be able to get enough of this. "What's happened to us?" I said. "I've mutated into the most fantastic looking woman, and you...you..." "Are a fantastic looking guy," he finished. "Feeling this cock is amazing. How can you stand it? I want to stick into everything that moves" "I move, stud....and I feel like I could stay in a continuous orgasm forever. Guys go to the edge of the cliff and go off. I just want to stay in that fuzzy zone as long as I can". I turned around and wiggled my cute ass at him, then turned around and rubbed my sexy boobs against his chest. "All I want right now is a man inside me- it's the most amazing feeling. I still need you in me, dammit". I grabbed his cock for emphasis. I was hell-bent for his meat and would do anything to get it. Jessica obliged. Watching my dance and listening to me begging for sex brought out horniness he never knew existed. He stiffened in my hand and I started to stroke him gently. He was truly a magnificent specimen. I decided to test those muscles, doing something I'd always dreamed about; I wrapped my hands around his neck and hopped on him, my legs wrapped around his lower back, my wet pussy open and exposed to him. Without missing a beat, he held me with one hand as he used the other to ease his cock into my waiting hole. I gasped. Slowly I felt the warmth of him filling me, filling me, buried deep inside. I stayed like that for an eternity, reveling in the completeness I could feel. This was paradise. Jessica held my hips in his two strong arms and began humping me up and down on his cock. I was deliciously helpless and gave myself over to him completely. His strokes became more insistent, and he manhandled me, pawing my round ass-cheeks. I hung on for all I was worth; the buzz in my head and body that warned me of another orgasm became louder and louder. Somehow we had moved across the room and now I felt the corner of the wall wedged up against my back. Jessica now threw everything he had at me, screwing me with all the power in that fantastic body, jamming me into the wall again and again. I came and held on even tighter. He bellowed like a bull, smashing me and jamming that lovely cock so deeply into me I could barely breathe. He shuddered at the violence of his climax. Slowly he came back to earth. I still held him in a death-grip with my hands and legs, and didn't let go until we had both safely arrived at the bed. "Wow! That was incredible! Did I hurt you? I was out of control." He seemed genuinely sorry. I checked around, all my equipment seemed to be functioning. After the smoke had cleared, I got up. "We have to get out of here, if only to stop killing ourselves with sex," I said. "Well, where do you want to go?" "To the mall- I've got some serious shopping to do and I'll need your help. And maybe it'll keep my mind off sex for fifteen minutes" "And I've got some ideas for you....." so off we went, dressed in sweats, the only things that fit us both and kept our minds off screwing like minks. My first stop was Victoria's Secret; I loaded up on silky bras, thongs and panties. I was so sensitive that I practically orgasmed from the feel of them. I got a few other naughty things for future use. I was fascinated with my own cleavage, and bought a little outfit that showed it off to maximum advantage. I changed into it in the bathroom and strolled out in the mall so that could watch the erections in the pants of the high school boys. I flirted with a few and enjoyed it immensely. I had power over men that I'd never imagined; I could have gotten any one of those boys to do anything I wanted. And it was all I could do to not take their pants off and suck their young cocks. I decided I was now obsessed with the male penis; ironic, since I no longer possessed one myself. Then it was off to the fitness store for some spandex outfits; I had a body to kill for and dammit, I was going to show every inch of it off. Before long I had an impressive wardrobe. My credit cards had taken a beating, but that was a problem for another day. But there was one more place I had to visit. The Kinky Korner was a leather and lingerie shop we'd been past a few times. Jessica was always too shy to go in, but now I just had to go and sample their wares. I picked up a red latex dress that looked positively sprayed on. The proprietor was Holly, a middle-aged woman who kept herself up pretty well and she guided me through outfit after outfit, basing her choices on what would be most provocative. I could see she was getting her jollies watching me slink in and out of these sexy clothes. I tried on spiky high heels, and despite my fears, I managed them quite well. After I'd gotten a few fuck me outfits, she threw in a cheerleader's costume from the local high school. "You're kind of tall, and it fits you- so it's a freebie. Just tell 'em where you got 'em- you're quite an advertisement!" I took Holly's card for future reference. I couldn't wait to spring some of these ensembles on an unsuspecting world. We met up later, bundled down with bags hand headed back to my apartment. Jessica appreciated my outfit; I added another erection to my count. There'll be quite a fashion show tonight, I thought. When we got back, I could hear screaming down the hall. The couple that lived there were always fighting, and as we opened the door, the wife ran out of their apartment and through the open door of mine. We shut it behind us before her drunken husband could chase after her. Her name was Brenda, and she was in tears. She'd obviously just taken a blow to the face; a welt was rising on her arm as well. She couldn't live with George, her husband, any more. All he wanted to do was drink , fuck and beat her. "He's not even any good in bed" she said. She had just told him she was leaving. He flew into a rage and she just darted into the first place she could find. "I need to get myself a place to stay. You're not the guy who lives here, though". "Well I'm his friend, uh, Jason." I guess Jessica had decided on a new name. "And I'm Kim" I said. Jessica/Jason gave me a small smile. "Kim, why don't you take Brenda out for a while. I'll invite George over for a talk and to watch a little TV." He winked, and I knew exactly what was coming. "Come on honey, let's get something to eat and by the time we get back your problems may be on the way to being solved." Brenda seemed more than a little confused, but I just pushed her out the door. We had some dinner, then went to the mall. "I find that when I'm depressed, there's nothing like a little shopping. Especially with his credit cards", Brenda laughed. Jason went down the hall and knocked. George opened the door. He was a musclebound idiot. He'd been drinking and was swaying a bit in the doorway. "What do you want?" he asked. "What are you guys doing in Bob's apartment?" He was slurring his words a bit. "We're subletting for a while. My girlfriend took your wife out for a while, and I thought we could have a little talk." "Don't wanna talk. Do you have any beer?" "Why, actually, I do." Jason smiled. "Then I'll talk." "Why don't you come on over and we'll watch some TV." "Good, I've been having trouble with my damn cable". He plopped himself down on the couch while Jason got him a beer. "Hey, your cable's worse than mine". He kept flipping past channel after channel of static, then suddenly-"Hey, you guys get the Playboy Channel- cool!" He watched intently as the semi-naked bimbos cavorted on screen. "What's your ideal woman, George?" Jason asked. "Well, she's got to be a porn star with big knockers. Fucks anything she sees and not a brain in her head. Women with brains are a pain in the ass. She just needs to give head and screw like a pro. A nice butt, and a redhead. I like redheads. Brenda's a redhead, you know, that bitch." The screen flashed, the faded into static. "Hey, you're cable's out. I'm going back to my place. What did you wanna talk about anyway? Never mind, it's not important." He staggered down the hall , a slam of the door followed by the thump of a body hitting a couch or bed. He'd be out for quite a while. I came back with Brenda, who'd composed herself considerably. We'd talked about revenge on George, and after a quick talk with Jason, we decided to watch a little TV with Brenda. When asked, she said that her ideal man would be someone with a 12 inch cock that would show George what it was like to be fucked. Another flash, then static. We kept Brenda in the apartment- she stayed because she was afraid of George; we kept her there because we knew what was coming. She slept on the couch, and Jason and I went to bed for a quickie. I rode his dick like a pogo stick, and his soft hands caressed my boobs and massaged my clit expertly. I slowed my pace, teasingly moving up and down, savoring every ridge and vein as it slipped in and out of me, feeling the warm burn of another orgasm begin to build. I rubbed my clit and pressed it down against him at the bottom of every stroke, shimmying my ass to rub myself against his solid body. My head went back and my mouth flew open as I came, my long hair tickling my back. Once I was satisfied, I concentrated on Jason, squeezing my pussy lips to maximize the tactile pressure on his love stick. He groaned. I pulled out all the stops, gripping him like a vise as I brought him to another bucking orgasm. I loved my ability to give a man a raging hardon, then use it to pleasure myself as well as him. It was an addictive sense of power. We apparently were a bit noisy, as after we had quieted down, I could hear Brenda stirring in the living room. "I'd better go out and apologize", I said. I found Brenda on the couch, her hand in her panties, masturbating furiously. She didn't even hear me- she was moaning softly with her eyes closed. Watching her made my pussy moisten, and I decided to take matters into hand. "Here, let me help you," I said. Brenda's eyes opened wide in terror as I put my hand next to hers inside her silky underwear. "Relax, it's okay". "I don't know what's come over me- I heard you guys going at it in the bedroom. I even peeked through the keyhole. It's really very unlike me- I'm not the type. But I've gotten so hot and horny I can't even think about sleeping. I haven't had sex in a while- I'd cut George off, and whatever he did get was more like rape than sex. I couldn't tell you the last sex I'd really enjoyed. You two seem to love doing it." "Well, get ready to enjoy plenty, Brenda." I pulled her panties off gently, as she whimpered softly. "I've never done it with a woman before," she protested faintly. "Well, let me take the lead, just relax and enjoy yourself. If you want me to stop, I will." I sucked her breasts, then tongued my way down to her spread-open legs, licking down one then up the other as I homed in on my target. Her breathing became labored, and she pulled at my hair, mashing my tongue against her clit. I didn't know what she was like before, but it seemed that things were already on their way. As I sucked her bud, she instinctively humped against my face. She was smothering me; I had to break away. "Don't go", she pleaded, "I need this!" I lay down on the floor and beckoned her on top of me. Without hesitation, she pounced on me like a cat. I reached down between her legs and positioned her so that we could rub our clits together. Once she realized my intent, she took over- I could feel the power in her thrusts and the need she was satisfying. For the first time in her life she was in charge and it was intoxicating to her. I threw my legs back over her shoulders. My pussy was still leaking a mix of Jason's and my cum, which lubricated both our steaming crotches. She rubbed against me like a woman possessed. Her breathing became erratic and I could feel her orgasm building. Just as she was reaching her peak, I reached out and roughly grabbed both her tits, pulling on her nipples. She screamed and climaxed at that very moment, her whole body quivering. As her orgasm ebbed, she fell into a deep sleep on top of me. I rolled her over and slouched back to bed myself. Jason, bless his soul, was snoring softly. We were awakened in the morning by the sounds and smells of breakfast from the kitchen. Brenda had whipped up quite a meal. She wanted to thank us for taking her in, and apologize for her behavior. To put her at ease, I said, "Jason, Brenda and I had some fabulous sex on the living room rug last night". Jason grinned as I expected. "That's okay with me, and with someone as good-looking as Brenda, it's not surprising". Brenda seemed a little flustered. "It's just that, well, I've never done anything like that before. I've felt really weird since I ran out on George last night". I wondered what George was going through right now. Jason would have to check on him later. Brenda went on, "I've just never felt like this, I feel strong and aggressive. Frankly, I feel like I want to have sex with the both of you right now, and it's driving me crazy. It's like I'm jumping out of my skin". Well, been there, done that, I thought. The transformation seems to get its energy from sex; that's why you're so damn horny. The more you fuck, the more you change, and the more you change the more you fuck. Jason finished up his eggs and toast and gulped down his juice. "Well, I better get going while I can", he said. His proud erection nearly burst through his boxers. I'd have jumped him right there but this one was Brenda's. We trooped into the bedroom . "What does he mean 'while I can?'" Brenda asked. "You'll see", I said. Brenda was definitely showing the effects of whatever it was that had altered our lives. She'd gotten positively buff, and her breasts were slowly beginning to merge into her well defined upper torso. "I feel so strong, like I've been on steroids. I thought about weightlifting when I was in high school, but George always talked me out of it. He talked me out of a lot of things". Not any more, I thought. Brenda walked over to the mirror and was a bit shocked when she saw herself. She dropped her sweats and took off her t-shirt and surveyed the results. She said nothing, but she seemed satisfied. "I've changed a lot, and I can feel myself changing more. I'm not done, am I?" "No you're not." "Well, I feel like I'm on some kind of natural high right now. Let's fuck." She pushed Jason down on the bed and straddled his chest. "For once, I want to make love like a dominant woman". Reaching behind her she massaged Jason's rapidly-hardening tool to its full magnificence. I sat back in the corner, not wanting to interfere, so I put my legs up and stuck two fingers into my sopping wet honey pot as I watched them go to work. As soon as Jason reached his fullness, Brenda rubbed him up and down the crack of her ass, then up and down her pussy lips. I could see that her clit had already reached the point where it looked like a miniature penis peeking out of her red bush. I wondered how long it would be before I could make use of that. Twelve inches was what she'd wished for, and if Jason and I were any indication, she'd get her wish. She leaned back and took Jason with one smooth thrust, gasping. She then slowly pulled herself up to the tip of his rampaging organ before slamming down to its base. Gradually she increased the pace of her thrusts, Jason holding her hips to keep her steady. She reached a fever pitch, slamming Jason around the bed as if he were a rag doll. I could see her little cock bouncing up and down in time to her thrusts. Jason was doing everything he could to delay his orgasm, but Brenda was having none of it. "Give me your cum, dammit!" she screamed. She tightened her legs and slammed down hard, mashing his crotch as she erupted in a shattering orgasm. Jason could hold back no longer and let loose with his own massive cum. He hardly moved, as Brenda had him tightly pinned, legs around his hips, hands on his shoulders. He groaned in ecstasy, veins popping out on his neck, and then he was done. Brenda sat on him motionless, feeling his dick slowly soften and slip out of her tightening pussy. Brenda looked at me, wild-eyed. I had been casually fondling my clit while Jason and Brenda were screwing. Now it was my turn. I'm glad I'd finally gotten some sleep last night because I could see I'd be needing my strength. She got up on her haunches and reached down to fondle her small cock. "I think I understand now. All during that fuck I knew that it was the last one I'd have with a pussy. I wanted to make it a good one. But now I'm ready to move on. Come here, Kim. I'd like you to be the first one to suck.... my cock". Trembling in anticipation, she offered it to me. I put the soft three inches into my mouth, licking from base to tip. Her small set of balls seemed to swell as my ministrations had their effect. She hardened into a tidy mouthful and I began to instinctively bob my head up and down on her new member. God, I had no idea how much I would love to suck cock. My excitement rose and I could feel the tips of my nipples straining against my silken undies. The smell of my moistness rose from my panties as I sucked Brenda's dick furiously. She lifted my head off her dick and brought my lips up to hers. She drilled her tongue into my mouth in a 60-second french kiss, then lay me across the bed. My legs splayed apart as if I'd been a sex kitten all my life rather than just the last 36 hours. Brenda hovered over me in excited anticipation, briefly uncertain as to what to do next. I reached down between her/his legs and guided his engorged penis between the soggy lips of my pussy. He kept going and going- I thought his man meat would never end. Finally he was buried to the base, his rough pubic hairs tickling my clit ever so slightly. I reached around his waist and felt his rock-hard butt. He seemed to have grown taller and harder even as he lay buried inside me. Then he began to thrust, first slowly as if getting used to the feeling, the quicker and with more confidence. I squeezed his butt for all I was worth as he plunged into my depths. I heard myself screaming in a high pitched voice- it seemed to be coming from a place far away. Brenda gathered steam and I was merely the receptacle for his ravaging tool. His eyes were shut tight and he grimaced as he released the first orgasm of his male life. His whole body went stiff as he dumped his seed again and again. Then, softening, he rolled off of me. My pussy leaked torrents on the bed but nobody seemed to care. The air was thick with the smell of sex. I lay there basking in the afterglow of satisfying yet another man. I loved it, and I knew that this was a craving I'd have to indulge on a regular basis. After a few minutes Brenda gathered himself and sat up. "I have some unfinished business I need to take care of, and I'll need your help", he said. Grabbing his keys out of his now-useless women's jeans, he marched down the hall, naked. Jason and I followed, unsure what to expect. Opening the door, he spotted George, still passed out on the couch. He seemed unchanged; the fact that he'd been unconscious the entire time apparently had a delaying effect. I'd need to study this, I thought. Brenda whirled into action. She picked George up with one arm and carried him into their bed, laying him face down. Then she went to a drawer and pulled out a few pairs of pantyhose. Quickly she knotted them and used them to tie George's hands to the bedposts. He began stirring, moaning as he gradually came to hung-over consciousness. Brenda pulled his shoes, socks, pants and underwear off, and then tied his legs in such a way that they were spread obscenely apart. George was now coming awake and began to struggle with his bonds. "Hey. What the hell is going on here? Who are you?" "My name is....Brandon. And, George, before your life changes forever, I want you to have a little taste of the pain an unwanted dick can cause. Jason, I think George would like to suck your dick". George looked absolutely terrified, but also realized his situation. Jason got between the bedpost and his mouth. It was a tight fit. "Now George, I want you to suck his dick". Brandon had a belt and whacked George's butt with it lightly. "Or it could get a lot more painful". George crumbled like a house of cards and took Jason's dick in his mouth, sucking tentatively. "That's good George. Now, Jason, let me know if he isn't doing a good job on you". Jason smiled. His dick was hardening and starting to choke the hyperventilating George. But he kept at it for fear of what might happen if he didn't. "Now for the piece de resistance". Brandon spit on his hands and positioned his cock at the entrance to George's asshole. There was a small moan of dismay that was muffled by Jason's hard tool. Rubbing his cock, he thrust forward with all the power in his muscular body, impaling George on his full twelve inches in one powerful stroke. George screamed in agony, and fought against his bonds. Brandon kept himself buried to the hilt. "How does it feel to be on the receiving end of a rape George? But that's all right, you'll be begging for it soon". Brandon ripped the shirt off George's back and flung it at me as I sat in a chair watching the three of them going at it. George was being piledriven onto Jason's cock as Brandon remained fully buried, his strong muscled body lifting this helpless man off the mattress with nothing but his dick. The sight of this made my new pussy drip with desire and I absentmindedly began fondling myself through my sheer panties. Brandon finally began to pull his massive rod out, only to thrust it back in with a cruel energy. George was reduced to strangled moaning. But as I watched, other things began to happen. George's hair began to lengthen and was turning a dark red. Every stroke from behind seemed to precipitate a small, almost unnoticeable change. Fascinated, I sat engrossed as the scene unfolded before me. I moved closer, smelling the musk of the two men in heat, and their unwilling victim. George had begun to shrink slightly, and the changes were beginning to take hold. I could see his nipples standing straight out from his chest, and two tiny mounds were beginning to form. His protests against the unwanted invasion of his mouth and asshole seemed to be lessening. His body became smooth and hairless, and his butt became more rounded even as his legs were becoming more shapely. A tattoo appeared above the ankle. His/her hair was well past shoulder length and began to get in her way, as she was no longer being forced to suck Jason's dick but was slurping on it noisily. Her new thinner wrists slipped out of their bonds and she put both hands on Jason's butt to steady herself for the fellatio she was now obviously enjoying. Jason brushed her hair onto her back, affording me a view of her ever-expanding bustline. She was easily a C-cup at this point. I reached over to fondle those fabulous nipples, rock hard and distended. My touch was greeted with a most feminine moan; they were apparently as sensitive as mine, which was plenty. Her boobs were warm and seemed to grow a little bit with every thrust into her ass by Brandon. Suddenly she seemed to give an urgency to her bobbing up and down on Jason's cock. One of her perfectly-manicured fingers traced its way up and down the cleft between his cheeks, then disappeared up his asshole, in search of his prostate. Jason's entire body stiffened as he was being subjected to sensations he'd never even imagined. For ten seconds he was unable to move or speak as his insides churned in expectation. Then spasms of cum gushed into the new slut's mouth. Only a little dribbled down her chin, which she quickly licked back in. She removed her finger from Jason's ass as he fell backward, drained. Now she focused her attention on Brandon, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her boobs jiggled slightly with every motion. Then, so quickly I couldn't believe it, she pushed me out of the way, leaned back on Brandon, spinning him around as she tightly clenched his dick in her asshole, until she was suddenly on top, with Brandon laying spreadeagle on the bed, his dick still buried up to his balls. She sat down and took it all easily, then grabbed Brandon's hand and placed it on her simmering pussy. Her muscles rippled up and down his rod even as she sat impaled on his manhood., sending him into a frenzy. Then she began to slowly pump up and down, swallowing him entirely at the end of each stroke. Brandon couldn't take much more of this- no man could. When she sensed he was going over the edge, she slammed down on him full force and wiggled her body to make sure she hadn't missed an inch of his rod. Brandon lost it and began jerking in an uncontrolled orgasm. I had four fingers in my pussy as I gushed an orgasm of my own. She sat there, waiting for him to finish, then lifted up on her haunches and disappeared into the bathroom. Brandon and Jason were all too weak to follow. I sat there reveling in my own cum, then collected myself enough to go into the bathroom myself.. The shower was running steamily; I opened the door to see what could only be described as an Amazon goddess. She was tall, 5-10 or so, with perfectly proportioned boobs topping an a dream of a body, with long legs and a perfect ass. Her long, wavy red hair fell down the middle of her back in waves. Her face was as beautiful as the rest of her- blue eyes and a hint of freckles around the perfectly sculpted nose, and full lips that had recently completed giving such a masterful blowjob. From the neck up she looked like a fifteen-year-old schoolgirl, from the neck down she was all porn star. My nipples hardened at the sight of her. "There's plenty of room in here; come on in", she said in a sultry voice that belied her girlish face. I didn't need a second invitation. Once inside, she lathered me up with special attention given to my boobs. She also lathered up my legs on the inside, culminating in a lovely spin and twirl on my little clitty. She seemed to instinctively know how to push every sexual button ever invented. Right now she was giving my little button the ride of its young life. She spread my legs as I shivered. She groped my breasts, kneading and fondling my nipples to the point where they almost hurt, but not quite. Then she licked her way down my spine until settling in between my cheeks, tickling my little rosebud as she reached around with a free hand to play with my love nub in front. I was completely hers; I could see she was going to be dangerous to have around. After diddling me to the edge of a climax, she quickly got up, turned me around and rubbed me full-frontal, her huge clit mashing its way against mine. It was as if I'd touched a live electrical wire. My orgasm almost blacked me out, and I fell limply to the floor of the shower, warm water still cascading over me. When I regained my senses, I was alone in the shower. Standing up, I shut off the water and stepped out. She was in the bedroom trying on clothes. Jason and Brandon were snoring. Wimps. I had to ask her. "Do you know who you are?" "Well, I think my name is Bambi". She seemed non-committal, as if any name would do in this situation. "Do you remember George?" "George who? I just want to know the name of this stud here", pointing to the lifeless form on the bed. "That's Brandon, and he's your uh- boyfriend". "Good, because from the minute I saw him all I wanted to do was fuck him. I'd do him now if he were awake". She was trying on Brenda's bras, none of which fit her. And Brenda's clothes were too tight, but she managed to put together a spandex outfit that covered her body tightly. It wasn't possible for this woman to look bad in any clothes. Her nipples strained against the artificial boundary placed around them. "I have to go shopping, I don't have a thing to wear". She just didn't seem interested in anything going on around her, just her immediate needs, clothes and sex. I asked her some more questions, but she just started to hold her head as if in pain. "Can we go shopping now?" I relented. It was obvious that she was an airhead and didn't care. George's perfect woman, all right. Bambi. After putting a significant dent (again) in the mall, Bambi and I headed for home. She may have been an airhead, but she seemed to be a pro in assembling slutwear. She seemed instinctively to know where the sexiest clothes would be. On the way back we passed a go-go bar- Mister Legzz. I'd been there many times in my guy days. It seemed faintly odd to me now, a hazy memory of my past. Bambi ordered me to pull over. In we went, and every eye in the house was on us. We took a table in the corner, and a barely-clad waitress came over to get our drink order. "You're early, girls", she said. " Tryouts aren't for another hour". "That's all right", Bambi said, "just checking out the competition". The waitress wrinkled her nose and walked off to get our drinks. Two margaritas later, the owner came over to us and showed us to the dressing room. Bambi was in her element. She applied the makeup, stockings and pasties as if she's been doing it all her life. "You sure you won't try out?" She pouted. I demurred. I wasn't much of a dancer, and besides, I was as curious as all those horny men out there to see what she could do. And when it came to sex, Bambi could do anything, it seemed. Bambi marched out like a warrior princess to the sounds of 'Flashdance' and proceeded to bump, grind and gyrate her way through a 10 minute routine that had every man in the place creaming in his pants. The manager gave her $1000 for two nights a week on the spot. That was more than old George ever made on the loading dock, I'll bet. Bambi was flushed but victorious. "I'll need to be in better shape to do that. And there's only one way I know to do that- young studs, and lots of them". When we got back to my apartment, we found some young studs. Unfortunately, they had also found each other. Sneaking into my apartment, we caught Brandon and Jason in the midst of a sweaty sex session. Brandon was burying his dick in Jason's solid ass as far as he could, and was met thrust for thrust. Jason was face down on the bed, his ass hiked high in the air as he took those twelve inches up his butt. Brandon was gaining speed; the foreplay was obviously over. He raised up into a semi-crouched position, pulling Jason up with him, then started pistoning his dick furiously in and out of Jason's behind, while gripping and stroking his dick in front. The two were oblivious to our presence. Jason's dick exploded, scattering sperm throughout the room. He moaned, and this just drove Brandon to new heights. Grabbing Jason like a rag doll, he drove into him like a man possessed, burying himself balls-deep with one last lunge as he emptied his scalding load into Jason. They both collapsed in a heap, still paying us no attention. Bambi had seen enough and knew she would have to get her sex elsewhere. I had no doubt she would. A knock came on the door. It was the Emily the landlord. I knew we'd get into trouble eventually for all the noise we were making. Emily was in her early 40's, and I always suspected that she was a lesbian. She wasn't bad looking, just plain and a bit repressed. I realized that she didn't know who I was, so I had to do some fast talking. "I've been getting some complaints about the noise from the neighbors. And who are you?" "I'm Bob's um- sister. I'm just here for a few weeks watching the apartment while Bob's away". "Well, I don't want any wild parties here, so I'm going to have to put my foot down. You don't really have a right to be here, miss, since no one told me about you, and if there's any more noisy behavior, I'm going to have to ask you to leave". "Well, we're really sorry. We didn't mean to cause any trouble". She smiled. She'd rather avoid trouble if she could. I could see that she was a bit athletic; I seemed to recall that she jogged daily with some women friends. I decided to try something. "Well, while you're here, there is one thing we've been having a problem with. The cable doesn't seem to work". I sat her down on the couch and turned the set on. Static. "See if you have any luck", I said, then left her alone while I went into the kitchen. I heard her exclaim 'oh my' when she came to the one station that seemed to work. But she didn't change it for quite a while. I sneaked back in and caught her watching a rather steamy lesbian sex scene as a big stud sat watching in the corner and stroking his large dick. Soon he joined in. Suddenly the screen flashed and went to static. I ducked back into the kitchen, then pretended to come back out for the first time. "See what I mean? We can't seem to get anything!" Emily seemed particularly flushed. "Uh, I think you have to call the cable company about that. I uh, can't really do anything about it. I, uh, have to go." She ducked out of the door and fairly ran back down to her place. I think I'd have to check on her later. Meanwhile, I decided to go out for a jog myself. I'd seemed to get used to this body fairly fast, but I decided to put it through its paces. Lacing up a new pair of running shoes and covering up my admittedly bitching bod with sweatpants and an old t-shirt (it was tight on old Bob but was loose on me), I took off down the street. I used to be able to run a few miles a day without getting too winded. I felt light as a feather as I flew past the local landmarks. After what had to be 4 or 5 miles, I pulled back onto my street. I saw Emily out in front, stretching and getting ready for her own run. "Mind if I join you?" I asked, ignoring the fact that I'd just covered a distance that would have put Bob in bed for a day. We took off again. Emily set a pretty good pace; I was keeping up, but just barely. " I feel really strong today, she said. I like to run- it clears my head". I nodded agreement, preferring to save my breath. She was keeping ahead of me, and from behind, it seemed as though she had broader shoulders than I'd noticed before, and she also seemed a little taller. Emily, I thought, you must have been playing with yourself . After what had to be another five miles, we came back to the apartment house. Emily grinned "I'd have gone farther, but you were looking a little winded". She was right. I guess there were limits to the wonders of this body. My jogging bra hurt, and my calves and feet were on fire. Emily seemed fresh as a daisy. "Come on in, I'll make you a cup of tea". I limped in behind her. The gray streaks in her hair that I'd noticed in passing today had disappeared. The wrinkles at the corner of her eyes were gone and it appeared that twenty years had melted away. As we entered her apartment, we passed a mirror and she stopped to take a look. She seemed perplexed and satisfied all rolled into one. "Wow, I needed that", she said as she put water on for the tea. I just flopped on the nearest couch. This is what I get for trying to do something, anything, besides screw my brains out. Emily came into the living room. "I have a confession to make. When I was up in your apartment, the cable wasn't out entirely. There was one channel, that had well"..she lowered her voice, "porn movies. I couldn't help myself; I don't normally go for that kind of stuff because, well, I find it degrading to women. But I have to admit I was mesmerized, and I've been a bundle of hormones ever since. God, I feel like a horny teenager". Well, I have to admit, you ran me into the ground. I winced as my left leg began to cramp up. I kept rubbing it, but it just didn't seem to want to loosen up. Emily went to her medicine cabinet and got some kind of lotion. "Here, try this, she said". I had to pull down my sweats to rub the muscle cream into my throbbing calf. I was in such pain that I didn't notice Emily's reaction. Finally, the muscle began to relax as the heat of the lotion began to take effect. I just lay back in relief, my pants around my ankles. Emily sat down next to me and felt my calf. "You need to warm up better before you run". She rubbed her hand up and down the back of my leg. I smiled and closed my eyes, wondering if she'd make the next move. I didn't have long to wait. Her hand strayed further up my leg, then slipped under the thin elastic of my panties. Then, abruptly, she pulled away. "I'm sorry; I don't know what came over me there." She was red as a beet. "It's okay Emily, it felt kind of good, actually". I took hold of her hand and guided it down to my leg. "Don't stop". Emily was trembling, but her hand slipped slowly back into my panties, sliding up my slit and touching my clitoris. I gasped, and Emily seemed startled. I sensed she was about to pull away, so I put my hand over hers and held it there, rubbing it in a circular motion, the vibrations transmitted through her hand to my nub. Soon Emily was moving on her own. Her breathing was labored; it looked like she was the one being fondled. I decided to take matters to the next level. I slowly squirmed away from her hand, stood up, and removed my panties and sweatpants, then my t-shirt and jogging bra. "This thing was really killing me", I said. Emily laughed, then grew serious as I turned my attention to her. I slowly stripped her down, first removing her sweatpants, then pulling her shirt over her head. She took off her bra. "This thing is killing me, too, suddenly it seems so tight!" She had acquired an impressive set of muscles, which is why she'd stretched the bra beyond repair. But these were female muscles, not male ones. Remembering the video, the two lesbians were pretty buff specimens. Emily obviously thought they were good role models. Her breasts had grown, not shrunk, so that they were still noticeable on top of all that muscle. I'd seen female bodybuilders that just look like men in long hair- she seemed to be stopping short of that. Before I could remove her panties, the last stitch of clothing she was wearing, she lay me back on the couch and rubbed her hands over my body, from my face down to the inside of my ankles, just barely grazing the edge of my pubic triangle. Now it was my turn to shiver. Perhaps sensing that she now had the strength to do it, she lifted me up and carried me into her bedroom. I lay on top of the sheets as she pounced on me. She immediately became to suckle my titties, which I knew by now was the beginning of the end for me. Her rough tongue flicked back and forth on my nipples, igniting sparks. When she sat up from her ministrations, I took the opportunity to grab her firm breasts and give her a nipple treatment of her own. Emily was unprepared for these sensations, and she emitted a strangled cry of joy. Straddling me, she forced my head down, down, down until my lips were at the edge of her sodden panties. I reached up with both hands and pulled them down as far as I could. I'd seen this transition before, but it never failed to amaze me. Her clitoris had morphed into a little cocklet. It peeked from beneath her bush like a frightened turtle. I ignored it as I licked downward, tasting her nectar. Emily let out a low growl. After licking up as much of her love juice as I could, I returned to her mutating nubbin. My tongue moved in circles, first softly, then with more and more firmness. I could feel her little dick come to life, stretching and expanding. It was now large enough for me to take into my mouth, and the real fun began. She lost all control and began jerking spasmodically. I grabbed her hip and steadied her, as I took up a steady bobbing motion. With every motion, it grew just a little bit in my mouth, first touching my tonsils, soon nearly choking me at the bottom of each stroke. Emily had now grabbed hold of my head and was forcing it down on her engorged rod, seeking her release. Even with this huge male organ, she retained her pussy, which was drenched even as her dick surged toward its inevitable explosion. But I had one more trick up my sleeve. I pooped her fat dick out of my mouth and pushed her back. Even though she was far stronger than me, she accepted that I had the lead now. I lay her back, her cock springing up like a lighthouse. I crawled on top of her, burying her face between my tits as I stroked her manhood behind me. Then I sat up, positioning myself over her, slowly feeding her hardness into my sopping pussy. I was gushing so much that she slid into me without the slightest resistance. I took her full length, mashing my clit down against her muscular abdomen. I twisted myself back and forth in a corkscrew motion, adding to the friction between her bodies. I arched my back offering her my overheated breasts, which she took in her hands, rubbing, fondling and pinching my nipples. The sensations drove me harder and harder onto her dick. I took it all and wanted more. The sensation of being filled by her, her huge hot cock flowing in and out of me was sending me over the edge. The warmth of my orgasm started to build within me, getting larger and larger until I was brainlessly pumping up and down furiously, having nothing in my mind except expanding and extending this orgasm. I had lost all control. Emily was screaming, then yelled 'ahhhhhhh' as her dick dumped a huge load of cum into my pussy. I sat down hard and closed my pussy as tightly as I could, greedily wanting every bit of seed she could pump into me. As much as I tried, I couldn't hold it all, and some leaked onto Emily's heaving body. I stuck my hand into the pool of love juice that was accumulating around her bellybutton and rubbed it all over my chest, giving myself one last quivering orgasm. Emily lay under me in a state of shock. "My god, what's happened? I can't believe this. I can't describe what I just did...how is this possible?" "Emily, let's just say that a lot of strange things have been going on here in the last few days. Looks like you wished for the best of both worlds, and it came true". "You know about this." "Well, yes- I'm really Bob". Emily didn't seem to comprehend what she was hearing. "Somehow, some way, there's something about that television set upstairs. Everyone who's watched it recently has had their life dramatically changed. I can't explain it, but I do know that I've had more sex in the last three days than I'd had in the previous year." "Who else is... uh... affected?" she asked. "Well, there's my girlfriend Jessica who's now my boyfriend Jason. There are Brenda and George down the hall from us, who are now Brandon and Bambi. I'm afraid Bambi is a hopeless bimbo, who completely forgets her life before the ...change. All she cares about is where her next dick is coming from." "I always hated George, although his wife was nice. I never knew why she stayed with him". "Well, now she's six feet two and built like a Greek god, and he's a slut who lap dances two nights a week in a go-go bar. And they fuck like rabbits. And you have what I would guess is a ten inch cock attached to the body of an 18 year old Xena." Emily's cock had grown remarkably small, peeking out of its little hiding place at the top of her pussy, waiting for the next opportunity to strike. She stood up and flexed her muscles. "I feel so strong and alive! And that male orgasm- are they always like that?" "Uh...well, maybe not always that intense. I had to really think for a minute. I'd almost forgotten what it was like to be a man. Being female had so completely taken over my mind that I was finding it difficult to remember how I did things before. I reveled in wearing sexy things and in being a boy (and girl) toy. Was I losing my grip a bit? While I sat there pondering things, Emily gathered herself and looked for some clothes to fit her. I knew she'd have to go shopping but I couldn't face that again. I had some things of my own to sort out, and I was sure I'd be seeing her again soon. I went back up to my apartment and took stock. The changes of the last few days seemed to be catching up to me all at once. I'd gone from being a man to being that man's ideal of the perfect woman. But I was forgetting things; I was forgetting what it was like to be a man. In place of male reactions were female reactions. The only constant seemed to be horniness; although I was hornier now than I'd ever been as a man. At least I thought so...and the fact that I couldn't be sure was unsettling. As I stepped into the shower, I knew that I loved every inch of this amazing body. But my brain seemed to be giving out mixed signals. Where once I would never have looked at a man twice, now I was looking at every man between 13 and 83 as a potential sex partner. The water washed over me. As it hit my breasts, once again my la