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A Momentous Holiday Weekend By Larrym In spite of the long holiday, I was trying hard to study that Friday evening. In order to take less units in my Junior year and thereby make it easier to maintain the prerequisite grade average in my premed cur- riculum I had enrolled in Summer School. Already I was regretting my decision. In spite of my efforts to study, my thoughts kept drifting to Brad. A couple of weeks earlier I had spent a night with him after telling mother that I was spending the night with June. It had been a totally unsatisfactory experience and to top it off June had later overheard that Brad was bragging about the virgin he had fucked. As if that wasn't enough distraction Lorena, my sister in law, had called earlier in the day and had wanted to talk to mother. I wondered what she wanted. Lorena and Paul seldom visited us and Mother always blamed Lorena for the lack of contact. Lorena had come from the Philippines on a student visa. When her funding been cut off, she hadn't returned and had tried to get a job. She had been caught and deportation was pending when she and Paul were married. There was another reason why I questioned their marriage. Paul was about six foot tall and weighed about 200 pounds while Lorena at 5 foot 4 inches was a couple of inches shorter than I with a slender figure that I always envied. Her first baby was due in a couple of weeks, Maybe that was why she wanted to talk to mother. At least I didn't have the distraction of having to put up with Vince, my ex stepfather. During the years we lived together he paid little attention to me. All he seemed to care about was his golf. When he was home he would get a beer and hog the TV to watch his shows, often embarrassing me by watching movies with simulated sex involving naked women and men. When I challenged him when mother wasn't home he would often try to intimidate me by invading my space. Fortunately whenever mother was home she had almost always took my side. I envied mother her leisure time now that the school year was over. Fortunately mother had made some good investments and felt there would be enough to pay my way through medical school provided she watched her expenses. My grandparents had also promised to help. With all these interfering intruding thoughts I finally gave up trying to study. Just then the door bell rang. I assumed it was Lorena and wondered again what she wanted. "What are you doing here!" Mother's hostility was unmistakable as she answered the door. "Who is it?" I ask. "I just come to get the money you owe." That was my ex stepfather's voice. What was he doing here? "Get out of here or I'll call the police." Mother threatened. I knew that she had been ordered to pay the money, but considered the judgment unfair. "I'll ask you just one more time." "Moretta, call the police! Tell them that Vince is here threatening us." I knew mother would have something to tell the police when they arrived. I got out of the chair and picked up the phone. "OK, you've made me mad enough to do it." Vince said. "There's not a damn thing you can do!" Mother replied. I could tell by the tone of her voice that she believed what she said. "You'd just better get out of here while you still can!" I started to dial 911, became dizzy and then was assaulted by a host of peculiar sensations. It was as if I had suddenly been awakened from a deep sleep, awake enough to stand and walk, but not enough to keep from running into things. Then I was startled and confused to discover that I was now on the porch and mother was inexplicably in front of me! How did I get there? How could I could see over her head when mother was five inches taller than I? It was so confusing! I was wearing glasses! Something had happened to my hair! There were unfamiliar aches and pains and something bulky between my legs. I looked down my torso. Nothing looked right, my chest was too flat. Those cloths weren't mine! Then I recognized them. I was wearing Vince's clothes! I reached between my legs then quickly moved my hand away as if I had touched something hot. I had felt a man's genitals. That was impossible, but the pain from my grip was indisputable. I had suddenly become a man! I was Vince! That was impossible but the evidence was irrefutable. Even more than suddenly being in a male body and becoming much older, the fact it was the body of my scum bag of an ex stepfather was devastating. Behind mother was someone who looked exactly like me! That was weird! As I watched the phone slid out of my twin's hands, she looked at her hands and grasp her boobs. Then I heard my twin speak. If I was Vince, that was no twin, that was my body! But who was it in my body? "How could you do this? How could I suddenly be Moretta? What right do you have to do this? I demand you restore us immediately to our proper bodies." My natural body's voice sounded strange, yet familiar. "What is going on?" I ask, still standing but feeling quite weak, the sound of my baritone voice a further jolt. Mother turned to face what should have been me. "I'm Vince." She announced. "Moretta is me and Sharon is Moretta. You really made my day when you refused my request. I'm going to make you regret your words!" She turned to me then continued. "Moretta, you might as well come into the living room." I felt faint, I had to sit yet I needed to know what was going on. It was a struggle to maintain balance as I staggered past mother's body all too conscious of what was between those legs. I sat heavily on a suddenly lower sofa. Now I had to suffer a further indignity as I felt that something stirring down there that just kept getting bigger. I put my hand in my lap to try to cover that male erection, but the pressure just made it more sensitive. I wanted to find a hole to crawl into. Mother was suddenly in front of me. She was also having coordination and balance problems. No that wasn't right that wasn't my mother now. I was going to think of her as Sharon, her given name. In order to keep things straight I was also going to have call my own body by it's proper name. It was hard to grasp that mother was inside but I had to face the facts. "I demand you change us back right now!" My apparent twin demanded. "Are you going to change us back?" I added. "I will as soon as my demands are met." "I can't stand this! Mom give him the money!" "It's too late now!" Sharon (Vince) replied. "Now all of my stated demands have to be met." "And what are those demands?" Moretta (mother) ask. "Sharon and I are to experience sexual intercourse in bodies of the opposite sex. That includes orgasm achieved through sexual intercourse. Sharon must pay what she owes and promise not to seek reprisal. Once these conditions are met I will return everyone to their proper bodies. Sharon, I know how much appearances mean and while in your body will not to do anything that will cause you embarrassment with your friends or the neighbors." "I'd rather die!" Moretta (mother) exclaimed emphatically. "Are you going to use my body to have sex?" I was angry and I'm sure my new baritone voice showed it. The penis I had inherited strained against the restraining cloth and was now starting to ache. "Absolutely not. I'm sorry to have to involve you. If you weren't involved I am sure Sharon would try to kill me, even if it meant killing her own body. Once she promises not to take revenge I will switch her to my body. Until then I need a hostage. In order to make the transfers I will again have to briefly take over your body but no longer than necessary." "Sharon, since you feel that way, I'm going to have a little fun! I remember how much it bothered Sharon when I caress her breasts and made the nipples show through the blouse when she was ready to leave the house. Let's see if they still respond." I was shocked as Sharon (Vince) pulled on the top of the blouse, peeked inside, raised her hands to mother's boobs, cupped and squeezed them. Mother would never do that in public! "Stop that!" Moretta (mother) demanded. "I demand you stop that immediately!" Instead of answering mother's fingers continued to caress herself. It wasn't long before her nipples showed through the bra and blouse. "I can feel them, but what is that one doing over here? See, there it is down here." Sharon (Vince) pointed to the lower part of a breast, looked at me and then at my natural body. I was too stunned to react. All mother had to do was agree to Vince's demands. I looked at Moretta (mother). What I saw shocked me further. She was feeling up my body! That was my body! How could she? What was she thinking? Always before she was always so proper, so concerned about appearances. Did she really want this to end? Sharon (Vince) took a step closer, but stopped when she stumbled and almost fell. "Maybe there is too much material in the way. You just can't see." Her hands moved to the buttons of her blouse. Sharon's fingers were clumsy and she seemed confused by the way the blouse opened. "I demand you stop!" Moretta (mother) insisted again. "I'm in complete control. No resistance will be tolerated." Sharon (Vince) asserted as she continued to unbutton the blouse. She turned on the light, pulled off the blouse and stared at the cleavage and the swell of the flesh above the lacy bra. Now her hands were caressing mother's breasts through the bra. She put her hands behind her back and after some delay, obviously having difficulty unfastening the catch, slid the bra straps off. She seemed agitated as pendulous boobs fell out of the bra cups. I hadn't seen mother undressed for some time and was shocked to see that her boobs hung almost to her waist. They were much fuller at the bottom and seemed attached only by a wide flap of flesh. I could see the nipples enlarge as she examined and lasciviously caressed them. I looked away embarrassed, not by the sight but by her actions. Mother just didn't act that way! Although I knew it wasn't her mind inside, it was still difficult to watch. "I can't get used to having such large nipples!" Sharon (Vince) then lifted both boobs and thrust them towards me. "At least have the decency to go in the bedroom. Everyone can see!" Moretta (mother) pleaded. My own body trembled with anger. Instead of complying, Sharon (Vince) moved to a spot in front of the fireplace. At least the neighbors couldn't see mother's half naked body from there. "Just ignore him." Moretta (mother) insisted. Once this was over, I knew Vince was going to pay for this indignity. "OK, since I've gone this far, I might as well finish undressing." "You might as well!" Moretta (mother) agreed sarcastically as she joined me on the couch and used the remote to turn on the TV. "That's probably the first time in years that those two bodies have sat that close. Sharon, I remember how you denigrated women who had smaller breasts. When they started sagging, your attitude towards yourself and sex seemed to change. It wasn't until then that you became upset when I looked at other women or watched cable movies which had nudity in them." "Well you didn't have to stare!" I retorted angrily as I remembered how embarrassed I had been by Vince's stare when puberty started and I still wore that translucent nightgown and knew that Vince's actions weren't just against mother. "Moretta, you didn't even like me to see you when you were dressed. Let's see if you react differently after a few hours with male hormones. You can't pretend to ignore my body's needs forever, sooner or later you're going to have to go to the bathroom and then what are you going to do?" Already there was an uncomfortable pressure from my bladder. I knew what I would have to do, but I certainly wasn't looking forward to it. My tongue kept searching the inside of this strange mouth. It was like having a mouthful of new fillings and there was so little room for the tongue. I looked at my hands, disturbed by the unkempt and neglected fingernails. Sharon (Vince) twisted her torso to make her boobs swing, then moved her arms around and up, all the time watching their shape and movement. She bent forward at the waist and lifted the dangling flesh. I didn't want to observe but even that was a diversion from my own problems. Then she was stroking and twisting her nipples. "If I did this to my own nipples, I would feel the penis move and get bigger." That really got to me. "Quit talking and just do what you have to do!" Those actions were getting to me and I had to make my hand quit moving against that sensitive flesh between my legs. "What's the matter, afraid it might happen to you?" Sharon (Vince) taunted as she continued to stroke her now large and erect nipples. Then her hands moved under the waistband of her slacks. I looked at Moretta (mother). She appeared livid with anger but said nothing. Sharon (Vince) continued to caress herself until suddenly her body jerked and she abruptly stopped and dropped her hands. "Oh, I forgot to bring in the suitcase. I guess I'll have to interrupt this little show." She bent down to pick up the blouse and seemed baffled by the movements of her swinging boobs. "I'll get the suitcase!" Mother probably thought Vince wouldn't bother putting the bra back on and didn't want the neighbors to see her own body without one. I was shocked as she lurched out of the house and almost fell. I staggered to the door to watch her struggle with the small suitcase. "They'll think I'm drunk." I complained, all too aware of that protuberance between my legs. "Just stay away from the door." I was sure Moretta (mother) wasn't talking to me. "I'll manage." I was stunned when I felt an arm around my neck and then Sharon (Vince) kissed me! There was the pressure of soft naked breasts against my flat male chest. "I'm sure you've seen your mother many times with less clothes on than this." To emphasize the point she cupped mother's breasts and lifted them. They looked like flattened pancakes and I was again embarrassed. I felt a hand on the crotch of my pants, right on my aroused male sex. "I'll join you in bed after she goes to sleep." Those words shocked me even more and I pushed her away. "Don't do that!" The ease with which I shoved her away was a pleasant surprise. She barely maintained her balance then looked at herself as if shocked by her weakness.. "What is going on?" Moretta (mother) demanded when she returned with the suitcase. Sharon (Vince) was silent and I was too embarrassed to answer. Sharon (Vince) took the suitcase, apparently surprised by its weight, struggled with it but managed to carry it into Paul's bedroom. I had expected her to take mother's room. "You might as well take the master bedroom since you're using my body." "I wouldn't dream of taking your room!" Sharon (Vince) retorted as she looked around the room, walked to the light switch, turned it on and turned to me. "There's some clothes for you in the suitcase and I'll let you have it after I remove some items. I'm going to get naked and really check out this body. You're invited to do the same. That would make things easier." She then proceeded to unzip mother's jeans. Moretta (mother) quickly turned and walked out. I followed her to the living room. I couldn't think of a thing to say or do about our situation and evidently neither could she. We just sat opposite each other not really watching the TV. I was in agony with a full bladder. At least the erection had subsided. Maybe the erection had been a mental response to a male body. If it had been anyone else's body, I might have enjoyed the novelty of standing while urinating, but it was Vince's sex I would have to touch and look at to see to make sure that I hit the toilet bowl. Finally I could take it no more, pulled myself up and stumbled into the bathroom. I pulled down Vince's pants and sat on an unexpectedly low toilet. I was shocked to find that penis touched the front of the bowl. It took a while, but finally the erection subsided and I was able to relieve myself. Those legs were so hairy! They need shaving! What was I thinking of, those were a man's legs! I stood by holding on to the counter and after pulling up the pants and fastening them walked into my own bedroom and lay on the bed. "God damn it, what are you doing!" That was my rightful voice. Then I heard a commotion. I managed to get off the bed and stagger into Paul's bedroom. What I saw was a shock. At first I was too stunned to do more than watch. Sharon (Vince) was on the floor, bare ass naked, on top of my natural body. Next to them was a dildo shaped running vibrator, the first one I had ever seen. Sharon (Vince) had pinned Moretta's (mother's), her long dangling boobs touching what had only recently had been mine. To my relief my natural body was still fully dressed, but I was afraid that was going to change. "Remember, I said I was going to have total control." Sharon (Vince) said emphatically. "Just for that I'm going to have a little fun." My own body worked an arm free and hit Sharon (Vince), I was elated then dismayed and angry as I realized it was mother's body that was being hit. "Stop that right now!" I demanded and grabbed Sharon's (Vince's) arm to pull her away only to be tripped and wrestled to the floor. I was shaken by the ferocity of the attack and the stimulation from her naked body. It only took a few moments to discover my superior strength. I was thrilled to be able to force her to release her hold, roll over on top and pin her. She quickly quit struggling and I found myself staring at mother's flattened mature breasts. Then she spread her legs and I realized Vince's male sex was only inches away from her open vagina. Moretta (mother) joined in and started beating her. "That's enough. Let me handle her." I insisted. While I was distracted, Sharon (Vince) pulled me against her naked body, put a hand on my crotch and fumbled with the pant's zipper. "Let's get you undressed and let's fuck." "You're crazy." I replied as I freed myself, excited by the exertion and the sight of her naked female body. Then that damn penis started getting large and hard again. It was so embarrassing! "It is different being a man under these circumstances, isn't it. Even the sight of your mother's body gives you a charge." She picked up the vibrator, pulled herself up and held the tip of the vibrator to a spot just over her clitoris. "Quick, take it away." Moretta (mother) demanded. It was then I knew what their skirmish was about. "You're not going to use that thing. Hand it over!" "You'll have to get it from me." As much as I wanted to help, I wasn't ready for another bout with Vince while he was in control of my mother's body. I turned to Moretta (mother). "I'm afraid your body might get hurt. I'm sorry." Her face betrayed her anger at my refusal. She returned to the master bedroom, possibly to repair the damage to my own clothing, while I left for the living room. Those glasses still bothered me and I took them off. Not ready to watch more TV, I picked up a book to read and I was surprised that even without them I could read quite well. The hard on finally dissipated. Moretta (mother) later joined me dressed in pajamas. There was nothing either of us could think of to say so I just kept reading. Sharon (mother) entered the room dressed only in a T shirt. I could only stare at her exposed dark pubic triangle. Mother's legs were still slim and shapely and the T shirt accented the pendulous condition of her boobs and the barrel shape of her torso. "I just came out to tell you goodnight. Do you like me dressed in this T shirt any better?" Sharon (Vince) ask, then quickly left the room. "God damn him!" Moretta (mother) exclaimed after she left. I was as angry as I knew Vince's purpose was to provoke a reaction. It wasn't long before Sharon (Vince) returned. "Which is my, Sharon's, tooth brush?" "The blue one!" Mother retorted angrily then added. "Don't forget to take my pills." "What pills." "Estrogen and Thyroid, one of each. They are in the medicine cabinet in the master bathroom." "I think I'll go to bed." Moretta (mother) told me after Sharon (Vince) left. "I'll see you in the morning." It was then that the phone rang. Sharon (Vince) beat Moretta (mother) to the phone. "It's June." She announced as she handed over the phone. If June even hinted about my relationship with Brad mother would probe until she had all the details. I wasn't ready to hear one of mother's tirades so quickly left for Paul's bedroom and closed the door. Although I could hear some of the words I couldn't understand what was being said. I dreaded the thought of undressing, dreaded the thought of taking a shower in the morning and considered sleeping with my clothes on. I looked at Vince's hairy arms and hands and again shuddered at those neglected fingernails. It just wasn't fair that I had to put up with Vince's older and male body while mother in my body was probably investigating her young body, my body! No, mother wouldn't do that! Finally I just turned out the light to avoid as much as possible looking at Vince's male body and stripped to boxer shorts and T shirt. It was a surprise when I didn't have to tug at my pants to pull them down, then realized that was due to Vince's slender male hips. As I lay back in what seemed to be a much shorter bed, I couldn't resist running my hands over Vince's foreign body. My hands strayed to much narrower hips. My own hipbones would have been quite prominent in this position. I pulled up the T shirt and stroking my flat chest. It felt weird not to feel the soft mounding flesh of breasts and I missed their presence. Except for the shocking hairs around the nipples I was reminded of when I was a little girl. I remembered that when my breasts first started developing how sore they were. I had vowed never to wear a bra but that hadn't lasted long. Then I was playing with the nipples. Although small, they were quite prominent and were as sensitive as my own! Then I remembered that they always poked through Vince's T shirt. If mine were like that I would have to wear a padded bra to hide them. They quickly stiffened and I moved my hands away. Then I felt that stirring between my legs. It needed touching more than my nipples so I moved my hand down under the waistband of my shorts and was momentarily surprised by the opening there. I grabbed the stiffening rod. At least I didn't have to see it. I explored it's sensitivity, straying briefly to the wrinkled bags around it. By now it was poking straight up. The tip felt so smooth and I could feel the tension growing as I stroked it. I remembered the sight of Sharon (Vince), complete naked, as we struggled and then the sight as she put the tip of that vibrator to her vulva. This penis I was holding had almost touched that very same spot. My disgust at my actions made me stop. I had been taught when a small girl not to touch myself down there and even though this wasn't my body, it still felt wrong. There might not be another chance but so be it. Then I remembered Sharon's (Vince's) words when she kissed me. Vince was going to join me in bed! I couldn't have sex with my mother's body. The only solution I could think about was to join Moretta (mother). I didn't want to face now, wasn't ready to hearing her chide me about sleeping with Brad. It was impossible to sleep so I finally gave up, made my way into the master bedroom and woke her. "Vince said she was going to sleep with me! I can't lock her out, Vince might use that as an excuse to take over my body!" "You can sleep with me. We'll keep a sheet between us." I was elated she hadn't mentioned Brad. Maybe June had talked about something else. Breathing a sigh of relief, I joined her. SATURDAY I woke up when Moretta (mother) arose and watched her leave for the bathroom. I had a bad taste in my mouth, but wanted to wait until she was through. She was gone for quite a while. I wondered what was taking so long. Was she exploring or even masturbating in my body? Surely not, but if not what was taking so long? Mother already knew about the saddle bags on my hips and the cellulite there, but she could be checking out my protruding labia which my thick pubic hair kept hidden. Those inner lips really bothered me. They protruded about a half an inch and were always getting pinched and getting sore when they rubbed against my clothing. Their messy protrusion was the reason why I never trimmed my pubic hair, although that meant I had to be careful when I wore a bathing suit. When she finally she returned she proceeded to remove the top of her pajamas and caress her breasts and torso. That wasn't like mother at all and I wondered if a switch had been made during the night. "Who are you?" "Unfortunately, I'm still your mother. Why do you ask?" She paused a moment and instinctively started to cover up. "Since this is your body I thought you might enjoy seeing it from another perspective." With that she continued caressing her body. In spite of my embarrassment I couldn't keep from watching, but I couldn't see very well. Quietly I reached over, got Vince's glasses and put them on. My semi nude body looked quite good. I was especially pleased by my boobs firmness and resistance to gravity, but wondered if I was objective since I was seeing it through Vince's eyes. "Don't get dressed yet." I ask as she stepped out of my pajama bottoms. "I may never have another chance to see myself like this." I couldn't believe I had actually made that request! Was that Vince's male hormones talking? "OK. This is your body." She agreed as she dropped the pajama bottoms on the floor then moved to- wards me, now complete naked. I was shocked as I really expected her usual sense of propriety to prevail. Somehow she had lost her inhibitions. Had she had lied when she told me it was still her mind in my body? She sat next to me and gave me a hug. "Just remember this is your body and that I am your mother. We've got to work together." "That's easy for you to say. I'm the one who changed sex and got older. You just got younger! I saw you feeling up my body." "And you weren't doing the same?" Her insinuation made me angry but I knew that it would be futile to argue the point. "Why don't you go ahead and take your shower. She suggested, changing the subject. I just can't!" I protested, then I felt myself physically responding to her embrace, embarrassed by the stirring in my shorts. I certainly didn't want mother to see how I was being affected. "I'll have to take my clothes off!" "You're really going to be ripe if you don't." "I'm hungry." I complained in an effort to change the subject. In my own body I never ate breakfast, but this body was starving!. "I'll fix breakfast." With that she got up and still making no attempt to conceal her naked body, finished dressing and left the room. I had no choice. I had waited almost too long to go to the bathroom. This time it was complicated by the erection that just didn't seem to want to dissipate. Now it would touch the toilet bowl even more! That idea was so repugnant I decided to try urinating standing up and found myself holding the penis and pointing it at the toilet. Finally it shrank enough and the stream started. It was strange knowing I didn't have to wipe. I pulled up those male shorts, went back to Paul's bedroom and found Vince's toothbrush in the suitcase. I was acutely aware of the swinging movements in the shorts as I brushed his crooked teeth, It probably would be a good idea to shower before Sharon (Vince) awoke and started making problems. I reluctantly removed shorts and T shirt and stepped into the bathtub enclosure, which seemed to have shrunk in size. I briskly rubbed myself with the soapy wash cloth to avoid a reoccurrence of the erection. There was a sensitive area just right of Vince's scrotum that had to be investigated. It felt like a rash. I quickly turned off the water and got out of the shower. Away from the close space of the shower, things didn't look smaller, it was just that the angle from which I looked at things had changed. It was as if I were standing on a stool. Once I had dried, again very briskly, I put down the toilet lid, sat, and stared at those untidy fingernails. I was tempted to do something about them, but then Vince would get the benefit. Instead I stood and tried to wrap a towel around me in my customary female manner. It was too small so re- membering that I now inhabited a male body, wrapped it around my waist. There was a bottle of pills on the counter. I picked it up and looked at the label. It was a mood elevator. Was she taking these? Maybe that was contributing to her strange behavior. If so this exchange of bodies better end quickly. I managed to force myself to glance at the reflection of Vince's face in the mirror, but quickly looked away. That face needed a shave, but I couldn't bear to look at it that long. I went back to the bedroom for a toothbrush, brushed those uneven teeth and then went back to the suitcase for clean clothes. It was weird putting on the male shorts. The shirt was not too difficult as I had worn a man's shirt before. My toenails weren't in much better shape than the fingernails. What really got to me was the size of the shoes, they looked so clunky! At least I didn't have to struggle with panty hose. After I dressed I joined Moretta (mother) in the kitchen. She was having her usual cup of morning coffee. "You told me you were going to fix breakfast." "Let's go out instead." "That could really set Vince off! He didn't bother us last night but what if he went to my room and found I wasn't there. Could that be used as an excuse to take over my body?" "Vince wouldn't dare, besides it's me he wants to humiliate." "I want this over! You've got to give in and do what Vince wants even if it means promising not to re- taliate!" "We can't let Vince win! "Sooner or later Vince is going to get tired of this. All we have to do is to outlast him. There is nothing we can do, but we don't have to stay and put up with his behavior." Her words made me angry. What right did she stand in the way of my returning to my body? Did she want it for herself? I felt guilty at the thought. That wasn't like mother. "But if we don't stay, how will we get our bodies back?" "I mean just for the day. After breakfast we can go to a movie or a drive, somewhere we won't have to meet people. We'll come back tonight. How much money is in his billfold?" She pressed (my) body against me and gave me a big hug. The top of her head only came to my shoulders! "I'm afraid you need to shave." I returned her hug. I needed her support and contact so much, but was confounded at my awareness of the pressure of breasts against my chest. "Not on your life!" I replied, still upset by the sound of my male voice. "You'll just have to put up with it as it is." "If you're going with me, you're going to shave." It appeared there was nothing I could do to change her resolve and I certainly had no influence with Vince. I was all too aware of the implication that she was going whether I did or not and I didn't want to be left behind, especially in view of the threat that had made. I searched through Vince's billfold. There was almost three hundred dollars in it. After I told her the amount, I left for the bathroom to shave. The less dressing and undressing the better, so I tried shaving without removing the shirt. Of course I got the collar wet! As feared I nicked myself and it took a while to stem the blood flow. Still I had managed to look at Vince's face and examine it in the mirror. Now I had blue eyes! I couldn't remember where Vince parted his hair and finally gave up trying to part it in the same place. Once I had decided where to part it combing it was a breeze. Much easier than taking care of my own long hair. Remembering the problems I had earlier while sitting to pee, I unzipped my pants. It took forever to find the opening of the shorts and to pull it out. Then the flow didn't go where I wanted and I had to clean the floor with toilet paper. I was mortified! Moretta (mother) was dressed one of my most sexy blouses and skirts when I returned. She drove Vince's car since she was closer to her usual height than I. I didn't want to be out in the public so we stopped at Burger King drive through for breakfast. The food didn't have much taste and I wondered why anyone would want to eat breakfast there. Then she started driving up Copanga Canyon. "I know something you can do, go horseback riding. You haven't ridden for some time." She suggested. "You're not dressed for that." "I want to do some shopping at the mall. Maybe you're rather come with me." I wasn't ready to face the public in Vince's body and I figured she knew that. That knowledge didn't sit well with me, but it looked like I didn't have another choice. My horse looked so much smaller as I put the saddle on. I was so much bigger that it didn't seem fair to ride her. Still I swung into the saddle only to find I had to adjust the stirrups for Vince's longer legs. It felt strange even in the saddle, as if I were on a pony, not Rolly, and then there was that pressure against my male sex. Something seemed to be missing and I finally realized it was the lack of movement of boobs on my chest. As I rode I started thinking of the implications of this body switch. I had never been religious, but this could only be a manifestation of the supernatural. That realization scared me even more that had Vince's threat to have sex with me. Still it didn't fit in with anything I had ever heard about any religion. Another problem was what this was doing to my study plans. Of course that mattered only if I got my own body back. It didn't take long to discover that riding skills were still there, I must have acquired good control of Vince's body. Maybe it wouldn't be so obvious that I was a female in a male body. Riding just didn't give me the same thrill. Then I realized what I had always hid from myself. It was the sexual stimulation that was missing! By the time I returned the horse to the stable and had taken care of the horse Moretta (mother) hadn't returned and I was hungry again! Just as I was about to give up hope and call Sharon (Vince), she appeared dressed in a new jacket and a new white blouse. I was so glad to see her I didn't complain about the length of time I had been waiting. "I think you'll like what I bought. I haven't eaten, let's get something to eat." "You're hungry! I'm starved!" "Since it's Vince's money, let's go somewhere nice." She drove to the mall. It was quite a novelty to be able to see over everyone's heads as we walked inside. For once I didn't have any problem keeping up, in fact it was difficult to force myself to slow down and not walk ahead. It wasn't all pleasure as my muscles ached from the riding and I was conscious of the obstructions between my legs. Then I realized that the attention coming our way was directed at Moretta, not me and that actually bothered me. Moretta (mother) chose a table near some guys. I had to go to the bathroom and almost went into the lady's room by mistake. There was a guy standing at the urinal next to me and I quickly looked away, embarrassed. However using a urinal made sure there wasn't a mess. When I returned she was flirting with those guys. I was tempted to join in, forgetting my status as a male, but a quick look down my torso confirmed the lack of breasts. Since Vince was so much older all I was getting was dirty looks. After I sat down I stared at my hands, wishing I had taken the time to manicure the fingernails, finally hiding my hands in my lap. I wanted mother to quit flirting with those guys, after all I might run into them later and live with the consequences of her actions. However I didn't want to make a scene and kept quiet. Quite unconsciously I crossed my legs and discovered why men crossed their legs differently. It squeezed those balls and it hurt. "This food is terrible." I complained. Still I was amazed at the amount I had eaten. "The food is delicious." She contradicted. "With that nose you just can't smell anything." "Let's go to that movie." "I'd rather do some shopping." I knew she wanted to be seen, to have the attention that my own body attracted. Now I was sure she must have taken those pills. "You've had your fun with my body, now let's go to that movie!" The movie was much too short and I found it especially distressing and mortifying to have to use the men's public toilets. I remembered my earlier experience and used the toilet booth instead of a urinal. As I didn't want to take the chance of making a mess I sat while urinating. All too soon we were again faced with our predicament. I urged her to return to the house time and time again, but she refused, insisting I had agreed to stay out all day. Finally I convinced her to leave the mall. We drove along the ocean trying to come up with a solution to our dilemma, but as none came to mind we were silent. "Maybe some wine will help us relax." Moretta (mother) suggested. I was surprised. Mother seldom drank and I didn't drink at all. Then I remembered that Vince drank. She stopped at a liquor store and then drove to a bluff overlooking the ocean. We were the only ones there. I finally prevailed upon her to leave before we finished the bottle. After all I expected the return of my body, didn't want to have to deal with a ticket for drunken driving or to be hurt in an accident. The wine didn't help me think but sure eased the pain. With the unaccustomed wine and exercise I was ready to go to bed. Sharon (Vince) was still up when we returned. "June called. She wants to talk to Moretta." Much to my consternation Moretta (mother) went to the phone. I was too tired to do more than set the half finished bottle of wine on the end table, undress to T shirt and shorts and crawl into bed. When Moretta (mother) returned she proceeded to undress as if I wasn't in the room. When she took off the jacket. I could see she wasn't wearing a bra and my own nipples were clearly visible through the translucent blouse. I had a sinking feeling that she hadn't worn the jacket until she picked me up. "What were you doing?" I demanded. "You've really thrown a fit if I wore that." In spite of my words I was enthralled, couldn't take my eyes off and wondered how they would feel if I felt them with these hands. "As big as I should throw after talking with June?" She ask pointedly. "How long have you known?" "Since last night." She answered and then went into the bathroom and closed the door. I was so tired I fell asleep before she returned. During the night I woke up and had to go to the bathroom. I fumbled for the light switch only to discover the switch was much lower than expected. The sight of Vince's face in the mirror was a shock until I remembered what had happened. That depressed me so much I broke into tears. From habit I sat on the toilet to pee. Then I stumbled back into bed and finally went back to sleep. SUNDAY When I awoke in the morning her body was pressed against my back and an arm was around my waist. I was afraid Sharon (Vince) had gotten in bed with me and turned enough to see that it was Moretta (mother). There was no sheet between us! Then I was surprised but elated to feel a hand move between my legs and felt that male organ swelling in her hand. Without thinking of the consequences, I turned to face her, smelled the wine on her breath but was too aroused to pay any attention to what that might mean. I kissed her, moved my hands under the pajama tops cupping her firm small breasts and caressed their resilient swell. I couldn't believe I was actually fondling breasts! But they really felt nice, so smooth, round and yielding. Her body felt warm and I felt a nipple swell under my hand. All of a sudden I had a full erection. It was then I remembered whose body I was touching and that body was in the middle of my menstrual cycle, just when it was most fertile. Quickly I stopped and moved away. I felt the stiff rod of my male sex soften and shrink. "You don't have to worry about pregnancy, Vince had a vasectomy." She said quietly. It was a shock as her head moved between my legs and I felt her mouth on Vince's penis. In spite of my bewilderment the need was still there and the stimulation from her mouth on that now erect penis was making me forget everything but my arousal and need. "I know it's my own body, but it feels so different now. I might as well learn how it feels from this side." What was happening to me? I sat up and let her pull off the T shirt and then attack my shorts. Her hand moved to my penis as she brushed the tips of her breasts against my chest and I could feel her lips and tongue on my small nipples. The sensations were so intense I had to push her away. "Are you sure? It is your body!" "Why not!" At least mother wouldn't be able to criticize me this time. "Maybe we can claim rape. After all this is a form of rape." "Yes we'll get the bastard." Then I realized I didn't know how to proceed and how unfamiliar I was with the erotic zones of my own body! Moretta (Sharon) laid back and pulled me on top, grabbed my hand and moved it to a breast. I remembered the sensations as I had played with Vince's nipples and played with hers. It wasn't long before her hand guided mine over her thick pubic hair to the damp protruding folds covering her vagina. "Play with me, put your finger inside me." She instructed. It took a couple of efforts to find the entrance between the folds of those inner lips and slide a finger into her wet vagina. With the moisture gathered there I found and caressed her button sized clitoris. I was surprised as she grabbed Vince's penis and directed it into her body. "I've got to have you in me!" I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at that all too familiar face as I positioned myself. As I entered, she spread her legs even wider. "I can't spread my legs wide enough. Oh god, fuck me!" This was almost enough to turn me off, but it felt too good to stop. Almost immediately I felt the tension building and then was ejaculating into her body. I was appalled by my failure hold off long enough to enable her to climax. Just as had Brad when we had intercourse, I had just satisfied the demands of the body I inhabited! I felt queasy and started to pull away. "Use your hand, help me come!" She requested and pulled my hand between her legs. It took me a moment to realize what she wanted. I did as requested and was rewarded by the moans and threshing as she climaxed. Maybe she would teach me how to be a better lover. We lay there for a few moments but I was afraid to bring up the subject. "I've got to go to the bathroom." She said as she sat up. "I think that would be a good idea." Sharon (Vince) said from the doorway. I hadn't heard her enter and was startled then miffed at this interruption. I looked up, she was naked and I looked away embarrassed. "Be sure to do a good job of douching. We wouldn't want any evidence of rape, would we?" "You planned all of this!" Moretta (mother) exploded as she quickly pulled up the sheet to cover herself. "You lied when you said you wouldn't use Moretta's body!" "How could I know what you two would do." "Well you should, especially after you threatened to join me in bed." "But what happened was up to you." "Well you finally succeeded, you finally got to see me naked!" I retorted more angry at the interruption than anything else. "Contrary to what you may think, I never made an attempt to spy on you and I didn't plan this either! However this should indicate that Sharon and I should be able to have sex in each other's bodies." "You can go to hell!" Moretta (mother) retorted. "God I hate you!" Here I was stuck in another body, unable to control my own actions much less those of Vince and with mother consumed with winning this conflict with Vince. Again I was torn between the need to facilitate my return to my rightful body and the need to preserve mother's and my relationship. The more I thought about it, the more I became angry at being forced into this dilemma. I turned to Sharon (Vince). "You can go to hell!" "OK, we'll play the waiting game. I've got plenty of time." With that Sharon (Vince) walked provocatively to the closet, selected and put on a robe and left the room. Moretta (mother) left for the bathroom. I still was in bed when she returned, still naked carrying clothes. "We've got to think of a way to make Vince give in!" Moretta (mother) exclaimed as she slipped on panties and bra. "I don't see what! It's all up to you two. Please get this over. I have a test scheduled Tuesday." I replied vehemently. Then I heard the doorbell. "Stay here, don't let anyone see you." Moretta (mother) rushed to the closet. The robe was much too large but she quickly put it on and left. Then I heard a female voice crying, it was my brother's wife's voice. "My god, what happened?" I heard Sharon (Vince) exclaim. "I'm so scared!" Lorena sobbed. "You've got to do something about Paul!" I was quite upset by what I was hearing, but considering my current identify and state of dress there was nothing I could do. "Oh my god, what happened?" That was my own body's voice. "Paul and I had a fight! He beat me! I can't go back! Can I stay here?" "Paul wouldn't do that!" Moretta (mother) objected. "You're just making that up." It was quiet for a while and I wondered what was happening. Quickly I slipped on a pair of pants over my naked body, not bothering to wipe off the semen. "I can't go back, you've got to help me! You're his mother, maybe he'll listen to you." I heard Sharon (Vince) and Moretta (mother) talking in a low voice. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but they sounded closer than before. There was a commotion in the living room and I heard them rush back. Then I heard my Paul's voice. "You're going home now!" He demanded. "Mother, this is my business. She's my wife. Just stay out of it." "Paul, how could you do that to Lorena?" Moretta's (mother's) anguish was evident. "You're twice her size!" I had to know what was happening! I grabbed a shirt to cover my chest and rushed into the living room. Lorena was falling but Paul caught her, gripped her wrist and pulled her towards the door. I quickly moved to help and was startled to find that Lorena now seemed no taller than a child. Her abdomen looked positively huge, probably due to her small frame. I was shocked by the bruises on her face, startled yet fascinated that her dress was unbuttoned and shocked at her apparent lack of concern about her state of undress. Then Paul also seemed to have problems with his balance. "Let me go!" Lorena demanded and I released her. She swayed on her feet as she struggled to balance herself. "Oh my god, what is going on?" Lorena exclaimed and her face betrayed anger as she looked at her torso. It was then I realized that my brother and his wife had been thrust into each other's bodies. I was angry that Vince had also involved them in his devious scheme. "I'm not going to beat around the bush." Sharon (Vince) explained. "Each of us is in another's body. "I am actually Vince and Moretta is Sharon. Since you've interrupted our game, you might as well join in. Perhaps more than one purpose will be served. I've switched Lorena and Paul and Paul is now reaping the effects of his earlier actions. Paul, how do you like being pregnant?" "What is going on?" I ask. "Why is Lorena's dress unbuttoned and her face bruised?" "What have you been doing, showing your tits?" Lorena (Paul) ask. "I was just showing the bruises you gave me!" Paul (Lorena) exclaimed. It was really weird hearing him speaking with Lorena's accent. I just couldn't believe that Paul would do such a thing and I didn't blame Lorena a bit for being so hostile in the present circumstances. I needed to see if there were other bruises on Lorena's body but, with my present identity as Vince, that was impossible. "You'd god damn better get me out of this NOW!" Lorena (Paul) threatened. "If you don't, I'll make you wish you had!" In spite of the encumbrance of near term pregnancy, she lashed out at Sharon (Vince). As she did her dress flew open exposing bra and panties. Her coordination was so poor that Moretta (mother) had to quickly grab her to keep her from falling. Then Paul (Lorena) meekly let herself be helped to the sofa. "Now you're feeling what you did to me." Paul (Lorena) told his pregnant former husband. "I hope it teaches you a lesson. Now would you please button up that dress?" He then turned away and his face was red. "Oh my god, I just exposed myself to Vince!" It was then that I realized there was no need to cover my chest, I didn't have breasts. Quickly I moved my hands to my side. Maybe now that there were additional hostages Vince would return me to my own body. I was ashamed at the thought and another flash of anger went through me. At the same time I felt uncomfortable with a bare chest, picked up the shirt and put it on. Paul (Lorena) walked over to Lorena (Paul) and reached towards her only to be pushed away. "Get the fuck out before I rip the shit out of this dress." Paul (Lorena) quickly backed away and turned to Moretta (mother). "What is going on, this is impossible." "Vince switched Moretta and I." Moretta (mother) explained. "He insists that we have sex in each other's body." "Vince demands that mother promise not to seek revenge and is using me as a hostage until that promise is made." "So how long are we going to stay like this?" He continued. "I have no idea." I turned to Sharon (Vince). "How many hostages do you need? How about returning some of us to our own bodies." I then turned and looked at mother. "It's all up to your mother." Sharon (Vince) turned to Moretta (Sharon). "Are you ready to meet my demands?" "I'm not going to discuss that in front of everyone." She replied and left the room. Sharon (Vince) followed. Paul (Lorena) seemed pensive then also abruptly left the room. He was still gone when Sharon (Vince) returned alone. "Your mother agreed to us having intercourse in each other bodies and ask that you be transferred back to your own body. However she would not promise not to retaliate. I don't think that just a switch of Paul and Lorena's consciousness would be enough to guarantee my safety. We did arrive at a compromise so I agreed to transfer you to another body. She suggested Lorena's body. She thought you might find that an interesting experience." "And you agreed!" I was angry. "Haven't you done enough!" "Until she complies fully, you're stuck." 'Don't I have a choice? I don't want to be Lorena!" I not only did not want to be Lorena but the idea of Paul using my body was just too disgusting. The only other choice was my brother's body. That would really frost him! "Then it has to be Paul." "That's a lot better than being pregnant." I replied trying to hide my excitement at the prospect. Paul was so much younger and better looking than Vince. "It would be safer if we were together. We need to assume similar positions during the transfers." Sharon (Vince) quickly went to the bathroom door. "Could you come out of the bathroom? We need to talk." "In a minute!" Moretta (mother) joined us from the living room. "What is taking you so long. We can't leave Paul alone in Lorena's body. Anything could happen!" Suddenly I was curious as to how it would feel to be in mother's body. To be honest it was more than curiosity. If mother had a right to explore my body, I had just as much right to explore hers. "We're waiting for Paul since you didn't want me to use Moretta's body any longer than necessary." Sharon (Vince) replied. "I've got to make sure we're not in incompatible positions before making a transfer." "Vince, why don't you switch with me and then with mother." I suggested. "Then mother can get back with Lorena." Since Vince in my body would be waiting in the hall where mother could see, he wouldn't dare do much. "I don't think having Vince in my body that short a period is going to matter." I could see that Moretta (mother) was about to object, but then I was mother. Vince (mother) immediately left the room and I could see that he was angry. I was just elated to be my natural sex again. Moretta (Vince) was watching me. Perhaps she wanted to see how I would react to her behavior in my natural body. "I'm going to the bedroom. You can come for me when Lorena and you have switched." I announced. Why had I wanted to become Paul? Lorena's body, although undoubtedly uncomfortable, wouldn't have the embarrassment of those unexpected uncontrollable erections. Even though again of my own sex and only a about three inches shorter than the body I had just left, I still didn't have full control as I staggered down the hall. Mother's body didn't feel right, especially those breasts. They felt heavy and even without a bra there was little jiggle, probably because those pendulous breasts rested on my chest. Another strange mouth for my tongue to explore and those glasses were really bugging me. At least the teeth were even. I took the glasses off, put them down then opened my robe and stared down mother's body. Everything close was blurry! I looked across the room. Now it was things far away that were clear! Just the opposite it had been with Vince. I put the glasses back on and looked down my torso. It was unnerving to see only flat flesh and stretch marks where my own breasts, although much smaller, would have projected. It took a moment to adjust to my inability to see the nipples. I leaned forward disconcerted at how far down those breasts hung then slid my hands under those pendulous breasts feeling heat and moisture under them. There was a burning sensation from a developing rash and I knew why mother almost always wore a bra. I grasp and gently squeezed them. They were very soft and pliable except for a ball of much firmer tissue within each. They were now a part of me, those were now my breasts! I lifted those boobs, turned them upwards so I could see the nipples and stared. Those aureoles were so large and so light colored and the nipples were barely discernible in their midst! I lifted one boob higher and was surprised how easy it was to raise a nipple to my mouth. Curious about the nipple's sensitivity I let one boob fall against my chest and gently stoked the other one. As the nipple enlarged I could tell that Vince's nipples were just as sensitive. So this was what I had to look forward to as I got older. No that wasn't true, my boobs would never be this big! I stripped off the robe and lay on the bed. Those breasts flattened and protruded so far I couldn't move an arm without shoving them out of the way. As I raised an arm the sight of the loose fold of flesh under my upper arm was almost enough make me stop. I spread my legs apart, paused to examine that hysterectomy scar and discovered that these hipbones were more than amply padded. I moved a hand through the thin pubic hair, then explored mother's vagina with my fingers. I slipped a finger inside, surprised that I felt no guilt in doing so. With no protruding fleshy folds it was much easier. What a pleasure not to be concerned about protruding lips! Another surprise was how much room there was inside, enough for three more fingers. If there was enough time I could probably get my whole hand inside. I tried to squeeze my fingers with vaginal muscles, but there was little force exerted against them. Then I remembered how tightly Vince's penis had been grasp by my own vagina. Quickly I removed my fingers and found the clitoris. It was smaller than mine, just shirt button sized, but it felt just as good. In a few minutes Vince in this body was going to have intercourse! I could really get back at mother if I were to have sex with her using her body. But I would have to ask Vince and I wasn't going to ask him for any such favor! Then I remembered mother had always been strongly revolted by homosexuality. Would the fact that the intercourse would be with her own body would be enough to compensate for this re- vulsion? Mother had been so proud of her figure, especially her large breasts. Now she would be confronted by the sight of her aging body. Both factors together could upset her so much she wouldn't be able to help Vince reach a climax! I looked down, sat up, grasp a breast in each hand and stared at their stretch marks. Maybe I could help by getting mother's body aroused. But that would mean masturbation and I knew I couldn't do it. All of a sudden I had enough of being mother, although I still dreaded the return to a male body. Maybe if Paul (Lorena) had masturbated in the bathroom, male arousal might not be a problem. "I'm Vince." Paul announced as he entered the room. He was completely dressed. Quickly I grabbed the robe, not wanting my brother to see me naked, then realized our current identities and felt foolish. From the flush on his face, I knew there had been some exploration of my body. "You know, your body sure felt strange. If I didn't know better I would have thought I was high." "I think she has been taking some pills for the stress you've put us through not to mention finishing off the wine. That's another thing for which you're going to have to answer. Paul (Vince) ignored my comment. "Moretta, that is, Lorena in your body, wasn't too happy at the change. She felt she should have been consulted. Before I left she said she had some cleaning up to do." I was so embarrassed I wanted to crawl into a hole. She had to be feeling the residuals of sexual intercourse. Lorena had to know with whom the intercourse was with! Even worse it wouldn't take long to figure out whose mind was in control of that body. "Well, what do you think of your mother's body? Paul (Vince) ask. When I did not reply he continued. "Sharon would never tell me how much she weighed. I was surprised to find that she weighed more than I." "Did mother come out while you were waiting?" I ask, changing the subject. I was just not going to go along with this attempt to humiliate her. "No, she stayed in the living room." "Please don't tell her about what I've been doing." Then I realized he hadn't been present when I was playing with her body. "Agreed. Do you want to stand up for the exchange." Still naked, I got off the bed again thrown off by even this relatively slight difference in height from Vince's body. He mimicked my position and then I was Paul. This time the disorientation and need for exploration were no surprise. It was great not to be wearing glasses and a quick look at my hands showed more acceptable fingernails, although not up to my standards. Hooray! There was no erection! The shorts felt different, they were damp and tightly constricted Paul's male sex. Paul (Lorena) must have masturbated. Still that wasn't as serious a matter as what I had done! "The original terms still apply. The others will remain as they are until all my conditions are met." Sharon (Vince) asserted. "I guess you had better relieve Sharon." She accompanied me to the living room, holding on to my arm to steady me. Vince (mother) was sitting in a chair across the room from Lorena (Paul) who was lying on the couch. Lorena (Paul) didn't even seem to notice our entry. "I'm Moretta." I announced. "Vince, you are despicable!" Vince (mother) exclaimed. Already I could see the bulge in his pants. "Well let's not waste time." He continued and staggered out of the room followed by Sharon (Vince). There was too much going on to study and, contrary to my thoughts while I was mother, I was enjoying being in this younger more vital male body even though the effects of the male hormones were even stronger than in Vince's body. I could hear sounds coming from the bedroom but couldn't make out what was happening. Were things inside going any better than expected? If not, then I didn't have to worry about being quickly returned to my own body. That thought really surprised me and I realized I wanted to experience sex as Paul, but with whom? Sex with Paul's body with mother's or my own body would be incest and by god, Vince wasn't going to have intercourse in my body! Even if I were returned to Vince's body intercourse with my mother's body was out of the question. If only Vince would let me call June. Even if he would Lorena would have to permit her husband's body having sex with another woman. Lorena (Paul) was now sitting up and although making no attempt to explore her body, she was making no attempt at modesty. Not only was the dress loose at top, but was hiked up and her legs were spread apart. Below the big ball of her abdomen, I could see her pink panties and strands of black pubic hair. The crotch of her panties was damp. So Paul wasn't immune from the effects of a sex change! Embarrassed I looked away, but was drawn back for another look as I found myself wondering how Lorena would look naked. I had hoped that Paul's earlier masturbation would prevent another erection, but now I felt a stirring in my pants. I was being turned on by my sister-in-laws body! Would it be possible to have sex Lorena? Intercourse in her pregnant condition would be less appealing but the big question was whether I could maintain an erection in so intimate relationship with another woman's body. This train of thought only aggravated my agitation about the physical reactions coming from Paul's body My erection got even worse when her hand moved between her legs, pushed aside the crotch of her panties and pushed a finger in her vagina. Then she saw me staring and stopped. It took some effort to get out of her chair but she managed to struggle to her feet and walk towards the bathroom. It was quite a few minutes later when Paul (Lorena) returned and resumed her position on the couch. (A large male watch was so much easier to read.) Now her dress was buttoned, but she wasn't wearing panties. Her bushy black pubic hair looked as if it had never been trimmed. Again I looked away embarrassed, but found myself drawn back. I stared at the pink opening under her pubic hair and could see the flesh covering her hooded clitoris. As I watched wet spots appeared where the blouse touched the nipples and I knew her bra was missing. Now the erection that had been throbbing was starting to ache, pressing hard against the restraining fabric of my jockey shorts. I wanted to leave the room, but someone had to stay with Lorena (Paul). The sexual arousal was now painful. As much as I hated the thought of masturbation, I had to do something. Finally Moretta (Lorena) entered the room, dressed in a pair of my jeans and my best white blouse. I could tell she had even had on a bra. Quit a contrast from Sharon (Vince) who still was only covered by that housecoat. She gave me a dirty look which I ignored then turned to Lorena (Paul). "You're ruining my dress!" "Is this any better?" Lorena (Paul) exclaimed as she rippled open the dress, exposing her naked torso. Lorena's abdomen was covered with stretch marks. I stared at small swollen breasts and was shocked by the bruises around and on the right breast. The aureoles were huge and the nipples had to be at least a half inch in length. "Please cover up." Moretta (Lorena) begged as she wrung her hands. Now that I saw the other bruises on Lorena's body, I had to accept Lorena's claim that Paul had beat her. Paul didn't forgive easily and I knew that once returned to his own body he would take out his anger on Lorena. She couldn't even leave him, would have to take his abuse and do whatever he wanted. All he had to do was threaten to divorce her and let her be deported. Lorena probably wouldn't even be able to take the baby! I quickly left for the bathroom, closed and locked the door, quickly unzipped Paul's pants and after a few frustrating moments, locat