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I Didn't Mean To Change The World By LarryM Part 1 It was the third day of an intense Santa Ana and I had followed many others who were seeking relief at the Venice Beach. I had already walked its length. It was so warm that I went into a nearby bar seeking relief from the heat and my thirst. To my pleasure Jim Harkins was there and I joined him for a beer. "How would you like to be in his shoes?" Jim ask looking at a couple sitting at a nearby table. I followed his glance. That girl in the bikini was really something to look at and wasn't hiding her feelings as she touched and kissed her companion. Elaine would have been shocked by the brazenness of her behavior. "I could take that quite literally." I replied. "Even if it were possible, it wouldn't work. She'd sense the difference, but wouldn't it be something to be both of them at the same time!" "You and those science fiction stories!" Jim slid off his stool and stood to leave. "Well, you do have to admit that it would be interesting!" "Granted, but I've got to go. My niece, Robin is getting married tomorrow and there is a wedding rehearsal this evening." Jim replied. I was tempted to leave but Elaine wouldn't be off work until eight p.m. As yet our relationship was platonic and in spite of her corpulence Elaine was attractive and enjoyable company. No use going to an empty apartment on such a beautiful day. I ordered another beer and continued to surreptitiously watch the amorous pair. "I heard what you said." Said the man who took Jim's seat. "If it were possible to be two persons at the same time would you be interested?" "Are you kidding?" I ask, surprised by his question. "If it could be done, would you be interested?" He repeated. "Why not, it would be interesting to say the least." "Fine, you've just been granted that ability! Listen and I'll tell you how to proceed." It was an interesting topic for speculation but not one for sober discussion. The problem was that he sounded earnest and that was crazy. I had just started on that beer and was torn whether to ignore him and finish my beer or leave. After I took another look, it seemed better to pretend to take him seriously. "OK, tell me how." "It would mean dividing your consciousness in two. You'd need to use half of another individual's mind to be complete. That could cause conflict, a split personality, but not if there was no experience involved." "That isn't possible!" "A young infant would almost meet the criteria, but it'd still have some personality, some mind of its own. You'd be a combination of both. There is a better way, an unborn baby, one to two months before birth." "But I'd be me and an unborn baby at the same time. Why would I want that?" "That would only be an intermediary step. After your half minds combine, the you that is in the baby's body can take over another person's body, provided that they are within to a radius of 50'. That person's consciousness will then be in the baby's body and you'd be two people at the same time. All you have to do to is concentrate to make it happen." "This is too crazy!" The stranger continued as if I hadn't said a word. "You'd better pay attention to these limits. First, You have to all of your consciousness back in one body within twelve hours. If not, you will suffer permanent amnesia. It won't matter if that body is your own or not. Except for the transfer that splits or reunites your mind, the minimum time between will be about one hour. The displaced consciousness will also be able to swap bodies and will be aware of that ability." I quickly drained my glass and stood to leave. "Just how would I know how old an unborn baby is and why are you telling me this?" "You won't be able to transfer unless the baby is ready. The answer to the other question is to see how much mischief you can cause." Having said that he quickly stood and walked out the door. His statement and the abrupt way he left so stunned me that I just stared. When I recovered enough to follow he had disappeared. It was such a beautiful day that I decided to continue my stroll on the beach. That crazy conversation repeatedly played over in my mind. Why was I even considering his words, why couldn't I get them out of my mind? I looked up to see a couple of women sitting in beach chairs only a few feet away. One of them was markedly pregnant and incongruously dressed in a bikini bathing suit that accentuated her large belly and barely covered her public triangle. She evidently regularly frequented the beach as her tan was quite dark. I stopped, looked at them, and realizing I was staring, walked a few feet further and glanced at the ocean, the sailboats and the waves. The urge to make the attempt was almost irresistible, but whom should I chose? There wasn't anyone else near. That mother-to-be was out of the question and the fact that the two were together ruled out her companion. Disgusted with myself for even entertaining the thought, I walked back to the car. Once there, I was unable to leave, to even put the key in the ignition. This obsession had to either proven or disapproved. Maybe I could try it with Sue, Elaine's pregnant daughter in law. No, that might jeopardize my relationship with Elaine. Besides I didn't know Sue's address. I tried to rid myself of the obsession by concentrating on Elaine. My efforts to shut out the stranger's words were in vain. Maybe if I hurried back to the beach those two would still be there. Although it was still warm, many of the sunbathers were leaving. Even before reaching the spot where the two women had been, I realized they had gathered their belongings. They had almost reached the parking lot. I considered following, but instead just continued walking. Further along there was a small group, probably of Latin descent. From their clothing they were there for a picnic. As I walked by, I recognized they were speaking Spanish. Then I saw a small woman with dark complexion, very obviously pregnant dressed in a regular sun dress rather than maternity clothes. She had heavy hips and narrow shoulders, the classic pear shape. From the behavior of a small boy in the group, it appeared she was already a mother. This prospect was even less satisfactory, especially as I didn't understand Spanish, but the compulsion remained. It was so late in the day that no one else was near. Frustrated I just sat on the sand and looked at the ocean angry at myself, unable to leave. It wasn't long before a very attractive and shapely young blond, dressed in loose yellow shorts and a white halter top, approached. I was torn between hoping that she'd come close and that she'd continue down the beach. As I watched, I remembered the young lady in the bar who's appearance and actions had started this. The blond spread her towel about equally distant between the pregnant woman and me, set up the back rest, sat and opened a book. She was prettier than Sue and she would be a heck of a lot safer to fool around with. The thought of being her and myself at the same time sent a shot of adrenaline through me and made me more willing to take chances! I looked back at the group. The pregnant woman had stood up and was walking slowly back and forth, her hands jammed against the sides of her bulging waist. Her companions seemed oblivious of her discomfort and showed no sign of leaving. Could I expect them to stay another hour? But why worry about something so obviously impossible? ----- I closed my eyes, concentrating on the unborn child. Suddenly I felt drained and disoriented as if I had gone too long without sleep. The light hurt and as I closed my eyes, I remembered a dark confining space and sorely missed the comforting sounds of a beating heart. I forced my eyes open, swept back my dismay and looked around. Why was I behaving so ridiculously? I watched the pregnant woman who was excitedly saying something in Spanish to the other woman in the group, then turned to look at the young lady who was my target. The blond seemed unsure of herself, her movements awkward as she moved her hands to her waist then upwards to lift and cup her breasts. Her hands paused for a time on her breasts, slid down her torso, over her face and then back to her breasts. Then a hand was between her thighs rubbing her crotch. Her actions were so personal, as if she was in the privacy of her bathroom. She seemed to become aware of her surroundings and moved her hands away from her sexual areas back to her face and through her shoulder length hair. Then suddenly she grabbed her abdomen. It was only a momentary interruption as she stared down at her torso and then at me, her stare so intense I had to look away. She smiled and rose to her feet, obviously having difficulty in coordinating her efforts. Once standing, she stood there swaying, as if trying to get her balance, then staggered, almost falling at each step, over to me. She appeared to be in her middle thirties, not as young as I had thought. "My god, it worked!" She exclaimed as she teetered over me, again caressing and exploring her breasts, waist and hips. Her actions caused me to have an erection. "I just can't believe it actually worked. It's just fabulous, but these cramps in my stomach really hurt!" "What do you mean?" "When I look at you, it's as if I have an identical twin, but when I look down everything is so different, a body complete with breasts, a woman's body! But I know I am a man, that I am you! It's so hard to keep from staring at and touching myself even here on the beach. It's so weird to suddenly have long hair, wear fingernail polish, and not have the slightest idea how I look naked." She stopped looked at me and I knew she could see the bulge in my pants. "I know what you're thinking, what you want, and in spite of some terrific cramps and a headache, I feel sexy. The problem is that I don't find you sexually attractive. I'd like to be intimate with a woman not a man.--I hadn't considered that possibility. Lacking that I'd like to be alone, to get acquainted with this body I'm wearing." She tried to sit and sprawled on the sand next to me. Her hand moved to her crotch. "My bottom feels like it's simply going to drop out. I also feel like I'm not all here." "So the baby is part of you too." "Exactly! I couldn't imagine this could happen.' She paused then continued. "I'd like to know who I am. Could you help me up?" I stood, held out my hands and watched as she staggered to her belongings, clumsily picked up her purse and brought it back with her. I helped her sit on the sand and then sat beside her. She opened the purse and pulled out a billfold. Diane Farrow, that's who I am." Diane brushed the long blond hair out of her eyes, took a strand in her fingers, looked at it and then at her hands. "I'd hate to switch back before I get a good look. There probably isn't a mirror in the rest room. Maybe if we're discrete I can take off this halter and remove the bathing suit top, at least let you have a peek so that once we're back together I'll know what these breasts look like....only just don't touch!" She paused. From her expression another cramp had seized her. When it was over Diane put the driver's license back in her purse and then took off the halter top. The top of the bathing suit was barely legal and failed to conceal the shape of her full breasts. The material was so thin that the outline of her large erect nipples was easily discernible. "It really seems crazy to suddenly find I have to wear small pieces of cloth on my chest to keep out of trouble! It was so weird being inside a womb! It took so much effort to remember my identity and my plans. I wonder how Diane is taking being the baby." "That could be rough, but there's nothing we can do now. Why don't you lay down next to me, unfasten the bathing suit top and when no one is looking roll over on your back. I saw two women on the beach who were topless." "Maybe later, but I've got an idea. Help me up." I stood and with outstretched hands pulled Diane to her feet. She was a taller than average, only about 4" shorter I, a really was a good looking woman. "Now stand there so no one can see what I'm doing." Diane suggested. I followed her directions and once I was in place she pushed a hand inside the waistband of her shorts. I could see the bulge of her hand as it moved between her thighs. "This is really weird. You can't guess where I have my finger!" Diane brought her hand out and we looked at the red blood. "There's something here, probably a Kotex. The head and backache could be from a period. She must be having her period! I'd better assess the situation. While I'm there I'll check as much as possible. You'll remember what I see and feel." I gazed at her full rounding buttocks and slender waist as she wobbled to the rest rooms and noticed that mine weren't the only following eyes. After she disappeared into the lady's room, the significance of what had happened really struck me. Supernatural forces and beings with supernatural powers were not a myth! It had been a long time since I had accepted the conventional Christian viewpoint, other religions seemed to have as much validity, but now I couldn't be so blas?. Whatever it was, there was supernatural powers. One thing was certain, this capability had great potential for evil! We had to avoid taking advantage of the situation! Diane's mind had to be returned! We had to stop this exploration of her body. My thoughts were interrupted by her arrival. The improvement in her coordination was striking. "We really picked a winner, I've got to go back. It's so weird to be bleeding and know that it's normal. Go through the purse and see if there is a tampon or Kotex." I kept feeling that someone would accuse me of theft while I went through her purse. "Those guys make me feel so self conscious, the way they stare at me! There was one girl in the rest room I really wanted to touch. I don't know if any exchange of bodies would work out the way we thought." Just as my hand closed on a tampax, I heard someone behind me. "What's going on here?" The man's voice sounded angry. I turned to face a very muscular young man with the bulging biceps of a weight lifter. He looked as angry as he sounded, certainly someone with whom I didn't want to tangle. "Diane, who is this guy? You know better than to hustle on you own. Just wait until we're back home! You'd better never again tell me you don't feel well enough to work!" So Diane was a prostitute! Diane didn't answer and I knew she had to be as upset as I about this turn of events. "Get your things, we're going!" We couldn't risk being separated. There had to be a way to stall without being beaten up. "Leave her alone, she's with me." My voice trembled in spite of my effort to maintain self control. The young man turned towards me and for a moment I thought he was going to take a swing at me. "Now look here, shit head, I make the decisions whom she sees and under what conditions. If you know what's good for you, you'll stay out of this!" Out of the corner of my eye I saw Diane seek the protection of the ocean, stalling for time. "OK, OK!" I conceded. "Now where in the fuck did she go?" Then he spotted her. "God damn you, Diane. You'd better get out, right now!" Then he rushed to the surf line. Diane stood there just out of his reach as he cursed and threatened her, but when he removed his shoes and waded towards her, she moved into deeper water. To my surprise the guy, still fully clothed, continued towards her. The ocean was cold and I wondered how long she would be able to take the chill. Diane swam along the beach and managed to keep her distance. Then suddenly she caught a wave that brought her to shore. I met her at the surf. "I'm freezing. That water is really cold! And these cramps. I almost drowned." "We've really got problems. Evidently you're a prostitute and he's the pimp. We've got to stall for time." "I know, but I'm beat." Diane protested. "We've got to think of another way to delay him." Diane staggered to her towel and still shivering, dried herself. She lay face down, unfastened and took off the bathing suit top, buried it and her blouse in the sand just as the soaking wet pimp approached. I moved away then looked back at Diane. Her legs were toward me and there was a blood red stain in the crotch of her wet shorts. "Get up!" The pimp demanded still shivering, showing the effects of the cold ocean. "I'm not going." "The fuck you're not!" He grabbed Diane's arm and pulled her to a sitting position. Diane made no attempt to cover her bare breasts. The contrast to her tan only accentuated their nakedness. Above the small pink aureoles and large upturned nipples, her breasts were slightly convex and the underneath them full and rounded. There was a definite crease just below her armpits. Already her breasts were already starting to sag. I appreciated the display until I saw the pain in her face. The pimp released her. "Get dressed!" He ordered. Diane just rolled back on her stomach. Was he was angry enough to risk a scene? I then realized what a problem we'd created for the real Diane! Even if told what had occurred the pimp would never believe it. The pimp dropped to his knees, dug the bathing suit top out of the sand and threw it at Diane. "Now put it on!" "Oh, no!" Diane exclaimed and there was distress in her voice. "They're leaving!" I followed her gaze and saw the pregnant woman and the group she was with slowly carrying their belongings toward the parking lot. Diane rose to her feet, surprisingly fast, and hurried toward them, her breasts jiggling in a fascinating rotary motion. Quickly I started after her. I thought she might make the group before the pimp recovered, but then she paused again, probably due to another cramp. "What in the fuck is going on?" The pimp yelled. He hesitated as if thinking about going back for the halter top, but then followed. "We can't have some cop run you in." The other sunbathers were openly staring. Now I was concerned about the possibility of police interference! I looked at my watch, only five minutes to go, five minutes more to stall. The pimp caught Diane, grabbing her arm. I was going to have to take the risk of interfering again. "Enough of this! You'll get us both in trouble!" The pimp told Diane. "Here, I'll take off my shirt, put it on!" "If you want Diane back you'd better let me go!" Diane's response was the same one I been thinking. It wasn't her response but the necessity to use both hands to take off his wet shirt that made the pimp release her. Evidently he still expected obedience. Quickly she pulled away and again hurried toward the parking lot. I approached the pimp. He couldn't understand, but I had to stall for time. Perhaps I could help the real Diane. "There isn't time for a complete explanation, but if you will listen, I'll explain what is happening." There was surprise on the face of the pimp and he hesitated long enough for Diane to reach the pregnant woman's group. They had almost finished loading their cars and it appeared they would leave too soon, before a transfer was possible. One of the men, looked up at the half naked Diane and said a few words in Spanish and then all stopped to gape. My relief was short lived as the women, obviously displeased, yelled at them. The men resumed their task while continuing to sneak glances. "Well these naked breasts slowed them down but it's still not enough." Diane said when I caught up. "Maybe you can stand behind their car so they can't leave." Diane then addressed the pimp. "You've got to help us keep them from leaving." She pleaded. "Enough of this bullshit!" The pimp grabbed her by the arm and after twisting it behind her back forced her toward the ocean. "You're going to pay for this!" His rough handing was a mistake as two of the Latin men challenged his treatment of Diane. He let her go and she rushed towards the car that contained the pregnant woman. Suddenly the pimp fell to the ground, as if struck by a seizure, awkwardly rose to his feet, gasp at Diane's semi naked body, ran his hands over his body, then staggered away. I just watched dumbfounded, then looked at Diane, but she was evidently as confused as I. ----- I turned around to see that the cars were leaving. There was a piercing shriek from Diane. I managed to catch her before she hit the pavement. Then I heard one of the women call from one of the cars as it left. "I'll call you." As soon as I had absorbed that message I helped Diane to a standing position. She quickly removed my hand from a naked breast, moved out of my grasp, covered her bosom with crossed arms, then yelled something in Spanish after the departing car. After it disappeared she ran her hands over her torso, face and hair all the while repeatedly exclaiming "No comprendo" repeatedly, then stopped and from her face I knew that she was in pain. I glanced at the pimp. Things were really getting complicated. Now not only did I have to get myself together, but there were now three others in foreign bodies! I turned to Diane, who was again moving her hands over her torso and face, and knew I had to help her. Although certain of the answer, I still needed confirmation. "Who are you?" To my surprise her English was good. "How would I know?" "I mean inside." "Consuelo, Consuelo Martinez." The pimp was now out of sight. I took off my shirt, gave it to Diane. This Diane should know where they were going. It wouldn't be necessary to go home and wait for that phone call. "I don't feel very good. I'm not pregnant, but I have these cramps. Am I OK?" Diane ask, looking up at me. "As far as I know. You're just having your period." "What is going on?" She demanded. "I'll tell you later. Come with me and I'll help you return to your own body. We'd better hurry, get our stuff and get out of here. Diane has walked around half naked so long the police are probably on the way." To my great surprise Diane handed me back the shirt. "I've dreamed of having a figure like this and walking topless on the beach. Since this isn't me, why not?" "Do you want to get arrested?" "Jail would be better than being me, even with these cramps." "Why is that?" I ask as I hurried her toward the gear on the beach. This day was getting crazier and crazier. Maybe I should just leave her, go home and wait for that call. "I'm in labor!" Her answer shook me. I might not be able to get close enough before time ran out. "Where?" "Why do you want to know?" "Part of me is in your body. There won't be any me if I don't get that part back before three a.m." "There's plenty of time." I should have told her a shorter period of time! "Do you really want to be arrested?" I repeated, pointedly. Unless we get out of here soon you probably will. If you seriously don't care, tell me where you're having the baby, so I can leave!" "Not really, but they wouldn't know who I am, would they? Oh, just who am I? "A Diane somebody." Telling her she was a prostitute would only complicate matters. "Hurry up, we've got to get going." "Don't rush me, I'm not used to this, there's so many strange sensations and it's hard to walk." She looked down at her body. "Oh god, I've got a problem." She was clearly embarrassed by the sight of blood on her shorts which seemed to bother her more than the prospect of being arrested. "Let me have that shirt." Diane quickly put it on. It was long enough to cover her blood stained shorts. She pushed herself and we soon reached her belongings. We quickly gathered her belonging from the sand. Then we rushed to the parking lot. Once inside the car Diane adjusted the rear view mirror to look at her face and muttered something in Spanish. "I need that." I told her as I readjusted the mirror. We left the parking lot just as a squad car entered. "Now will you tell me where they are taking you?" I demanded. Diane opened her purse. "Not Diane, you - Consuelo." "I've got to get cleaned up. I'm not going anywhere like this. How about taking me to Diane's home?" "There's no time! Look, if you're not going to tell me, I'm going home. She'll call me there. You can clean up at my apartment." "Do you have clothes for me there?" Diane ask. "You're responsible, I didn't ask to become Diane, so take me to Diane's apartment!" "But first tell me where they are taking Consuelo." "No, not until I get cleaned up!" "All right" Even if she didn't keep her word, I could get the message from my telephone answering machine. Diane went through the purse and gave me Diane's driver's license. Hopefully the address was current. "Just how did it happen that I changed bodies and how am I going to change back?" "I'll tell you when you tell me what I want to know." Diane just sat there and pouted. Even then, she was very pretty. What could I do if Consuelo decided to remain Diane? Maybe those cramps would help her decide to be more cooperative. Fortunately for my peace of mind Diane's apartment wasn't far. As she got out of the car the view of her shorts through the opening in the towel made me wonder how much damage had been done to the car seat. Diane rushed ahead, found the apartment and muttered something in Spanish when she had difficulty finding the key. Once inside, she looked around until she found the bathroom and quickly went inside. I looked for the phone and called my answering machine. There was no message. I found a piece of paper and pen, wrote down Diane's telephone number and address, then called Elaine's hospital. She was out so I left a message. From the sounds in the bathroom, Diane was taking a shower. I looked at my watch, she would be able to switch before we would be ready to leave. What would she do? "Hurry up." I yelled through the bathroom door, then took a seat. As I waited, I realized for the first time the implications of what had happened. If a person did not return to their body, that person and the persons they became would be able to trade bodies at will. That would be a disaster! It seemed forever before Diane appeared in the living room, still dressed only in a robe and a towel wrapped around her wet hair. "Now tell me what happened and why?" She demanded. Before I could answer, she suddenly smiled and exclaimed. "So that's the way it works! It might be fun to be the man for a while, at least I wouldn't have these cramps." "Please don't make things worse! They're bad enough as it are." In spite of my plea, I braced for the expected change. There was a knock at the door. I hurried to answer it, grateful for the diversion. At the door was a small slightly built girl wearing too much makeup, a translucent white tank top, obviously without a bra, and shorts that cut into her vulva. She ignored me completely, quickly walked to Diane and gave her a big hug. "I was afraid I'd miss you. Ken is looking for you and he's really angry." The new comer didn't look old enough or pretty enough to be a prostitute and I wondered about their relationship. As she talked I noticed the cleft chin, the dimples, and her straight shoulder length brown hair. Her face was a little too wide, the lips a little too thin and the forehead a little too high. The girl looked at me and continued. "Maybe since you've got a customer, Ken won't be so angry." From the look on Diane's face I got a hint of her plan, but before I could object Diane seemed to stumble, then catch herself. At first she seemed totally unaware of her state of undress. Then her hands moved over her body under her robe and I got a glimpse of a strip of blond pubic hair. I turned to look at the younger woman as she also explored her body. If I hadn't been so overwhelmed it would have been a very exotic experience. ----- I just stood there, banished the problem of being a half naked woman on a public beach from my mind and concentrated on the baby. I was repulsed! The transfer had to come soon! I tried again and was repelled again. The pimp pulled on my arm. "Let me go!" I demanded in Diane's voice but he was too strong. His assault made caused me to lose concentration. With my natural body's help, I tried to keep from being dragged away from the parking lot, but it was a losing battle. Then suddenly the Hispanic men came to my aid. I was startled when the pimp suddenly released his hold and fell to the ground. He awkwardly picked himself up, quickly ran his hands over his body, looked intently at me, gasp, turned and staggered away still exploring his body. The pregnant woman was already in the car which appeared ready to leave. I tried to transfer again, already knowing it would be to no avail. The original Diane must have left the baby during the struggle, but why hadn't she chosen her own body? The only sure way to be sure I would stay with the baby was to switch with that pregnant woman. My back hurt terribly and I felt so deformed, so miserable. At least I was free of those cramping pains in my abdomen. Quickly I tried to adjust to a sitting position. Strong odors surrounded me and that need to become acquainted with another body was almost overpowering. I quickly lowered the window and yelled to Fred, afraid he was out of hearing range. Another foreign voice to get used to, more similar to Diane's than Fred's. The woman next to me appeared to be in her mid thirties. If she wasn't so overweight she would be quite attractive. Then she said something in Spanish. The only things I understood was that she called me Consuelo and that she was upset. I moved foreign hands down Consuelo's torso, especially over the belly which felt the size and shape of a basketball, a swollen belly that covered more than half of my dress clad lap. The projections on my chest were not as heavy as Diane's but were tender and swollen. My mouth felt strange, but this time there were two crooked lower teeth for my tongue to explore. Then there were the movements inside the belly - kicks so hard they almost made me cry. Well, I had wanted adventure and this so far was one hell of an adventure! The woman looked at me strangely and the small boy on her lap looked very upset. Again she said something in Spanish. Then there were cramps in my abdomen, cramps that made Diane's cramps seem like child's play. I gasp with their intensity. Then they passed. "Please." I moaned in English, "Don't leave, I've got to go back." My back was still killing me. The man in the passenger seat turned and said something in Spanish. "I don't understand Spanish. You're going to have to talk to me in English" I replied. "Consuelo, what is wrong, why are you acting so odd?" The woman ask switching to English. "We've got to go back! I'm not really Consuelo." I wanted to say more but the fierce cramping pain in the pit of my abdomen made me stop and gasp. It hurt so much! "You know there isn't time! We've got to get you home before the baby arrives. Maria will be waiting for us." I was in labor, I was going to have a baby! Those cramps were labor contractions! The knowledge stunned me. This was too much! "We've got to go back. I'm not Consuelo, at least my mind isn't. A few minutes ago I was that half naked woman on the parking lot. The baby now has the mind of the guy that was arguing with her. I've got to return Consuelo's body!" "Consuelo, why are you talking so crazy?" "No, please listen to me! I know this sounds insane, but in about an hour, both the baby and I can exchange bodies! You could become the baby, be inside Consuelo's womb! Your Consuelo is now that half naked woman! I've got to go back!" I looked at the small boy between me and Rosa. He was obviously upset by the commotion and although I tried to comfort him, he shied away. An even stronger contraction interrupted my plea, but in spite of the pain, I was aware of the other woman's conversation in Spanish with the driver. Evidently he didn't know enough English to understand what we said. His reply sounded angry but I did catch the name he called her. "What did he say?" I ask. "Doesn't the fact that I don't understand Spanish prove what I'm saying is true?" "Quit playing games. You're upsetting Manuel." Rosa exploded angrily. She sat back as the car continued its course and I stared at her while checking the cheap wrist watch on my dark plump wrist to time the interval between contractions. "Rosa, remember what I told you. When the baby takes over another's body you'll know I've been telling you the truth." As I sat there waiting for the next contraction and trying to figure a way to get through to Rose, I thought of the pimp's mind in the baby's body. If he were to switch with me, I'd be the baby and be unable to make that call. I could only hope he wouldn't choose to be a woman in labor. Another contraction brought tears to my eyes. They were only three minutes apart now and each seemed to last forever! Once the pain was gone, I noticed the driver had turned off the freeway. This was not the way to the hospital! Were they taking Consuelo home? If so, there might not be the assistance of a doctor or anesthetics! The driver parked the car in the driveway of a small old house. Another contraction and suddenly my panties and dress were wet. This was a nightmare! Rosa helped me out of the car. As I tried to stand, the balance of my pregnant body eluded me and Rosa had to keep me from falling. She helped me into the house, into the bedroom and onto the bed. "Where is a telephone? I've got to make a call." I ask as I tried to catch my breath. "We've got to get you ready and you don't want to upset Manuel more. Rosa replied. At least she was still speaking in English. "What about the boy?" "You know Able is taking him to my house and that I will stay with you until Maria arrives!" "Is Manuel going to stay?" "Of course!" "Then don't be surprised if he suddenly does something strange." "Let's get you ready." Rosa said changing the subject. Rosa helped me stand, balance was almost completely absent and I had to throw my shoulders back to counter the weight of my huge protruding belly. She slipped the dress over my head then helped me sit on the bed. I looked at the protruding panty covered abdomen that hid my feet. Then at Rosa's urging I lifted my heavy buttocks off the bed and she pulled off those damp panties. Rosa unfastened the bra and I slid the straps off my shoulders and the bra cups fell off Consuelo's breasts. I looked ruefully at their dark tips and web of blue veins, fearing what was going to happen next. The next contraction was even stronger and made me cry out loud. When it was over Rosa, held out a thin robe. I felt compelled to reject the robe, managed to get to my feet and stagger to the mirror to view this naked foreign body I now wore. In spite of the strange sensations, discomfort and the previous experience of being Diane, I still unconsciously expected to see my tall slender male body. Instead, a naked, grossly pregnant woman with narrow shoulders, protruding swollen breasts, even more protruding stretch marked belly, impossibly wide hips with thick heavy thighs and knock kneed legs was reflected! I couldn't possibly be this person, but my movements were also hers! I ran dark chubby fingers over those tender breasts, over the dark line on Consuelo's belly and through the thick triangle of pubic hair until I encountered the beginning of a female slit. The baby had to be huge, much too large to go through that opening! I had to get out of this body before the baby killed me! Rosa glared at me and thrust out the robe, as disturbed by my actions as by my words. I had enough of looking at this grotesque body, took the robe and in spite of problems with coordination, managed to put my dark pudgy arms into the sleeves and wrap the robe around me. "Where is the telephone? I've got to make that call!" I begged, almost in tears. "There's no telephone here." Rosa replied obviously irritated at my persistence. "Then tell me where I can find one." "You can't leave, you've got to stay here. Your contractions are coming too fast." Another contraction! I cried with the pain, it seemed like they were going to tear me apart. They were about a minute apart now and my back hurt so much I couldn't get comfortable in any position. Consuelo's body seemed to be taking over, but desperation drove me on. "But I've got to make that call! Let me have something to put on over this robe." "That's enough. You're not leaving, at least not until the midwife checks you." Rosa then walked to the bed and pulled down the covers. "You can lay down or walk around, whatever feel best, but you're not going anywhere!" I waddled to the bed and using Consuelo's hands for support lowered my gravid body to a sitting position. The contractions were now almost continuous and hurt so much I couldn't keep from moaning. Enough time had passed. I considered switching with Rosa, but that would mean I would have to deliver the baby and that was beyond my capability. "I'd better see what's holding up Maria." With that Rosa left the room leaving me terrified at being alone. Then Rosa barged back into the room quite upset. "Manuel left in the car!" "Now do you believe me? Now Manuel is the baby!" I screamed at Rosa. I couldn't believe that I had screamed in such a manner. "Quit acting so crazy!" Rosa replied and again left. ----- Diane looked at the other woman, gasped audibility and her hand flew to her mouth as she spoke. "My god, what is going on? How can I be looking at myself? My voice doesn't sound right and I feel horrible!" "I changed bodies with you. I decided to stay a woman." The visitor answered as she moved away from Diane. Diane looked at the newcomer and for a moment, I was afraid she was going to faint. "How can I be looking at myself?" She repeated, then glanced her torso, pulled the robe closed and looked at me. "I must be Diane now!" her voice was weak. "These cramps are horrible! Diane wasn't kidding when she told me her periods were bad. How can this be?" "Diane isn't totally responsible." I answered. "What are you talking about?" Diane ask, still holding the robe tightly around her. "Let's all have a seat and I'll explain." Both women listened as I told them the story. "So Diane is Ken! That was probably to keep Ken from hurting her, but then she often wished she were a man." "Who are you?" I ask Diane. "Joy, at least I was Joy!" Diane replied. "I've always envied Diane's figure and looks. I just can't believe I am actually her." Diane, ignoring my presence, opened the robe and again ran her hands over her full mature breasts, slender waist, full hips and a relatively flat abdomen. The blond pubic hair was short, as if clipped. She had some difficulty with balance and coordination as she walked around the room, but both improved rapidly. I couldn't help comparing her behavior and appearance to what I had seen on the beach. It was even more erotic than before. "I just can't get used to how these move when I walk." Diane moved her hands to her bare breasts. "I've got to see this!" With that she left for the bathroom. I turned to Joy. "Now that you've made things worse, will you tell me where they took you?" "There's plenty of time and I'm not in any hurry. You told me you had until three a.m. Besides, this is really fun!" Joy replied as she continued to examine herself. Although slight, her figure was well proportioned with a small waist and a nice smooth continuous curve from her chest to waist and thighs. Her legs were just as well proportioned. When Diane returned the wet towel had been removed and her damp hair hung around her shoulders. Her facial expression indicated a much more somber mood. "I've got a customer in forty-five minutes and if I don't keep the appointment, Ken will kill me! There would be no way to avoid him. He could be anyone." Diane wrung her hands as she turned to Joy. "It'll take thirty minutes. You have to go with me so we can change back." "I could go as you." Joy suggested. "That might be fun!" "Neither of you are leaving until Joy's in her own body! You've given me more than enough to do." "You're just a spoil sport." Joy insisted. "Maybe Ken wouldn't be so angry if you paid for tonight!" Diane suggested, then turned to Joy. "Perhaps, Joy, you could call my tricks and cancel." "How much?" I ask. "Two hundred." "I guess I owe you that much." I replied. Everything seemed like a dream and it was hard to realize that I had actually promised to pay her that amount. Diane turned to Joy and gave her the number to call. After the call, Joy moved next to Diane and whispered something. "Why not?" Diane replied, making no effort to keep me from hearing. "It'd be a kick to watch myself make out." "What are you cooking up? If you're planing to involve me, forget it! I'm in no mood to play games." Joy looked me in the eye. "Why not get what you're paying for?" "All I want is to get this over." "Well, I'm not leaving until I'm ready!" Joy exclaimed, as she pulled the off tank top off exposing small wide apart budding breasts. The aureoles were very large dark and distinct, almost indistinguishable nipples. There was a tattoo of a rose just left of her right nipple. "At least I can put on a show!" "What are you going to tell your husband?" I ask pointedly. "As I said before, this is not me. This is really fabulous and Diane told me I can do anything I want to do." "Well have it your way, but I won't participate." I picked the phone and again dialed my apartment. Still no message! Suddenly Joy was next to me and I was startled as she grasp my hand and pressed it to her naked breast. I quickly pulled away, but not before I felt her nipple grow under my palm. Then her hand was on my crotch. Quickly I backed away and sat on the sofa. "I told you I wasn't going to leave until I have some fun!" Joy taunted as she caressed her small breasts with their now distinct and turgid nipples. I looked at Diane, but she seemed engrossed in Joy's actions. Joy unzipped her tight shorts, removed them and I found himself looking at white bikini panties, panties so sheer that they failed to conceal the vertical slit in her crotch. Then without stopping she sat in the chair opposite, quickly removed the panties and stood, clad only in long hose. There was just a hint of pubic hair in the midst of a pronounced mons Venus and prominent public lips. "Do you like what you see?" Joy ask. I turned my head away and looked at Diane. Her eyes were on Joy, her robe was open and one hand was caressing her breast while the other was between her thighs. Joy got out of her chair and walked towards me, stopping when she was only about three feet away. "How about a better view?" She sat on the rug, her legs just in front of my chair, lay flat on the rug and spread her legs apart, a foot on each side of the chair. Her left hand caressed her small right breast as her right hand moved between her legs. She opened her body with her fingers to reveal the pinkness of her inner labia, then gently made circular motions around her clitoris with her index finger. As her inner labia became congested, it opened to a lens shape and I could clearly see the hooded clitoris. I couldn't help but be affected by both women and although I knew Joy could see the bulge in my pants, I had to tell her. "I'm just too anxious to accept your offer." "Since he won't cooperate, how about going into the bedroom with me?" Diane ask Joy. There was no mistaking the shock displayed on Joy's face. "I don't make love to women!" I had enough. "All right, you win. Go ahead and play your games. I'm going home to wait for that call." You waited too long." Diane informed me from the other chair as she copied my position. "I now know I can trade bodies. Maybe Joy will find yours more to her liking." "Please, don't!" ----- My panic at being again alone made me get off the bed, stand and go to the closet for something to wear, but then another contraction doubled me up in pain. How could I leave with these body-wrenching contractions coming so frequently? This body's needs was controlling my actions! Rosa returned with an elderly woman. "Maria is on another case, Antonia will tell me what to do until she arrives." I looked at the woman Rosa had introduced. Antonia looked too thin, too wrinkled and too frail to be of any help. Then the old woman said something in Spanish. "She wants to examine you." Rosa said when I didn't respond. I let Antonia lead me to the bed and gently urge me to a prone position. That stomach seemed to push up so far! I was startled as Antonia pulled open the robe and pulled my legs apart. Then I felt Antonia's hands on my crotch. Aghast I closed my legs. "She's just going to check the dilation." Rosa explained. "You'd think you never had a baby!" "Well at least I can follow instructions!" I said to myself. This indignity was just one straw too many. After the embarrassing examination was through, I mimicked Rosa's posture and swapped with her. ----- My plea was to no avail. There was no spasm or loss of control, just a pronounced interval of dizziness. Diane hadn't been kidding about the headache and cramps. Every bit as bad was the overall tingling. The inside of my mouth and teeth were completely foreign and my tongue unconscious and continuously explored the differences. My field of vision was as before, but now included bathrobe covered torso and arms. Those arms led to much too small and too smooth hands with red tipped fingernails. There was a weight on my chest and I could see that my robed chest had increased in depth. Even sitting still, there was no mistaking the difference in pressure in my crotch. There was a heightened sense of smell and my tongue kept searching that slightly crooked incisor. Everything was so confused. The need to investigate this female body, to see how it felt to be a female, was intense. As if that wasn't enough long hair swirled around my face as I moved my head. I remembered how Diane had appeared and behaved on the beach. Again the change had been made under less than optimum conditions. My anxiety and their presence kept me paralyzed only briefly. The red tipped fingers, amazingly moving at my mental command, slid open the robe. I looked down at those fleshy projections - breasts, I reminded myself. They and the large dark nipples had to project at least four inches from my chest. The air was cool on the exposed portion of my body. I cupped and lightly squeezed. The sensations from my hands were of touching and grasping the soft yielding flesh of a woman's naked breasts, but the simultaneous and impossible squeezing of tender flesh that my chest should not possess, sent a shock through me. In spite of their tenderness I couldn't resist stroking, grasping and gently twisting those extended nipples. I ran my hands over my body, tracing the soft firm curves, the unbelievable smallness of the waist, the gently curving abdomen, then avoiding the truth in my crotch, moved to the incredible width and flare of the hips and the fullness of those ample buttocks. I moved them to the tight wetness of the long hair around my face and shoulders before moving down through strip of stubby pubic hair and over a prominent hard pubic bone. I spread smooth hairless legs to allow access to my crotch and my hands felt the soft fleshy pads of a woman's' labia. Then my hands continued all the way under my ass, confirmed the absence of penis and balls. Then I remembered the actions of this body on the beach. I looked up and was embarrassed. Those hands that should have been under my control was investigating my own body. Joy rose to her feet and offered a hand to Fred. I can only call him that, after all my senses had made it abundantly clear that I was no longer a man named Fred. After Joy helped him out of the chair, she supported him as he took a couple of faltering steps. I couldn't help staring at Joy, whose appearance and behavior I still found sexually provocative. "I feel so helpless, I wonder why?" Fred ask. His voice sounded different to my ears, like a recording. "You made a bigger change this time." Joy answered. "A much bigger one!" My eyes followed Fred's downward glance and saw that his hands had gone to the bulge in his pants. "I've actually got a hard on, I've got to see this!" Fred exclaimed. I cringed as my twin fumbled with the zipper, searched inside the fly and pulled out his penis. "It's even circumcised!" Fred exclaimed as he looked down and held it. "Let's not waste time." Joy insisted and, completely ignoring my presence, took hold of Fred's penis, caressed it with her hands then knelt to take it into her mouth. "Oh - that feel so good!" Fred exclaimed and I saw him lean against the arm chair for support. "But you'd better stop. I don't know how much I can take without shooting off." Joy turned her attention to unbuckling Fred's belt. I kept expecting Fred to push Joy away. How could this happen when there was a woman's personality inside? Instead of pushing her away, Fred guided Joy to her feet, cupped her slight breasts, kissed her passionately, then moved his hand to her pubis. From the way Joy squirmed it was obvious he knew exactly how to touch her. He looked at me and I became anxious that I might be forced to join their sex play. Fred may have sensed my discomfort as he turned and with Joy's assistance wobbled into the bedroom. I was much relieved at their departure. My other half had managed to be relatively composed but hadn't had to deal with this type of pressure. True, I was two people at the same time, but this was not what I had wanted or expected. I had to get back to the task of reuniting my mind! There had to be some positive action I could take. Then I remembered the promised message from my other half. Somehow I managed to stand. It was so hard to keep my balance. The robe had opened exposing those breasts. Long damp hair swirled around my face as I shook my head in disbelief. I suddenly became afraid of becoming sexually involved and closed the robe. Again another cramp. I staggered to the phone, acutely aware of and agitated by the undulating movements of my chest with each step. Rosa's body felt so much better. The previous experiences in female bodies made it easier to adjust. Still there was that compulsion to examine my newest body so I took advantage of Consuelo's shock and Antonia's preoccupation with her. There was the tightness of a bra around my chest but absent was the weight of heavy breasts. My exploring hands betrayed the fact that the bra was padded. The girth of my waist, hopefully, was from being overweight and not from pregnancy. A cry from Consuelo and then from Antonia quickly brought me out of my absorption and I was dismayed at the severity of the spasm that went through Consuelo. As I rushed to the bed, Antonia leaned over Consuelo and said something in Spanish. There was terror in Consuelo's face and as she looked at me, she made the sign of the cross. "I'm sorry I had to do that!" I told Consuelo. "I'm not the devil. I wouldn't have switched with you if that telephone call wasn't important. Something happened, something I can't explain, but I intend to make everything right" "Antonia will give instructions until Maria arrives." Consuelo said when she was finally calmed down enough to talk. "But I don't know how long I'll be able to serve as interpreter!" I looked at Antonia for her reaction, but it was obvious she didn't understand. Unless Antonia was stronger than she appeared, Maria had better arrive soon! "I'll do what I can, but I've got to make that call. Where can I find a telephone?" "At my house." Consuelo cried out in pain until the contraction ceased, then gave directions. Antonia, obviously confused, said something as I left the room. From the tone of her voice it was quite obvious that she was displeased with my departure. Rosa's house was only a couple of doors down, but I had to slow down to catch my breath after walking only a short distance. Able and Consuelo's son were in the back yard. Pleased at that good fortune, I dialed my apartment. There was no message so I left a message for Dorothy on the machine, called the hospital and left a message for Elaine. My bladder was protesting, I had to urinate. Quickly I found the bathroom and, as I had been taught, lifted up the toilet seat. I fumbled for the fly of my trousers. It took me a moment to realize that I was wearing a dress and had to sit to pee. I quickly put down the toilet seat. Since I still didn't trust my balance, I sat on the stool before hiking up the dress around my thick waist and pulling down the panties. Once securely there I couldn't resist looking, surprised by the shapeliness of those bare thighs, calves and ankles. I remembered my experience on the beach while Diane. When I had gone to the bathroom I had pulled up Diane's panties only to realize that they were damp from the urine, that it was necessary to use toilet paper after urinating. I wasn't going to make that mistake again! When the flow ceased I reached under my ass from behind with the toilet paper, just as I would have done to wipe my own male ass. It was a long awkward reach. It would be easier to just reach between my legs. Once finished I remained sitting to pull up the panties. I ran pudgy hands over those hairless bare thighs and over the crotch of the panties, then hesitated as I realized what I was doing. Not only had I interrupted Diane's, Consuelo's and Rosa's lives, but I had violated their privacy. The guilt made me quickly pull down the dress. I stood, using the toilet for support, and after a look at the reflection of the stranger in the mirror left the bathroom. My irresistible curiosity made me detour into the bedroom. Inside was a three quarters length mirror in which I observed Rosa's reflection and stared at the short overweight woman. I paused when I saw pictures of a pretty adolescent girl with a man, but only for an instant. Then I sat on the bed and with full knowledge of my actions, pulled up the dress and removed my panties. Again I gaped at those shapely thighs and legs. Even worse, I stood, pulled the dress up and ran a hand over my protruding belly. I searched the thick dark pubic triangle of hair for the vaginal lips and the depression leading to the feminine slit. The clitoris felt the pressure of the finger and I shuddered with the intensity of the sensation, wanting more direct stimulation. Somehow I managed to stop. What I was doing was wrong! I was shirking my responsibility to Consuelo. Neither thought had much effect, then I realized it was getting too close to the time when the baby could transfer. Still tense I returned to the bed to put on the panties but, before leaving, again examined Rosa's reflection in the mirror. An unfamiliar voice on the answering machine stated Consuelo was having her baby at home and gave an address in East LA. Why couldn't that information have come sooner! Maybe I should dress, go to East LA., then worry about the others later. I would need the car keys-they were in Fred's pants! I overcame my fears long enough to move toward the bedroom door, then stopped as my fears intensified. I just couldn't go inside. How long would it be before they were through? Carefully I peeked inside hoping they wouldn't see me. Joy was still straddling Fred, moving up and down- they didn't seem in a hurry. I experienced a sudden rush of excitement as I looked at Joy. Quickly I jumped away from the doorway and almost fell in the process. I moved as rapidly as possible to the bathroom, not only aware of the bobbing flesh on my chest and the resulting stimulation as those large nipples rubbed against the robe, but also the exaggerated swing of my hips. Once inside I quickly shut the door but had difficulty locking it due to my reduced coordination. As I stood there trembling with apprehension. I had read science fiction stories that included changes of sex, but those characters had always taken the change in stride! My physical discomfort had increased, not diminished. I was startled by Diane's image reflected in the mirror and traced her features with my fingers. Such beauty, comparatively youthful and only faint lines! I could be young again! Once my mind was reunited, would I resist trading for a younger body? The problem would be that the proper owner would seek return of that body. I returned to my search for something to relieve the pain. My coordination was so poor I almost gave up, even after I found the aspirin. It took for ever to get the cap off and I even dropped the bottle in the process. I could resist no longer and opened the robe. I looked down Diane's torso, taking a leisurely look at the smooth curves and soft skin reflected in the mirror. As I ran my hands over the curves, I remembered the sight of those bare breasts jiggling as Diane hurried towards the beach parking lot. The thought was sexually exciting. Although my eyes could not follow I felt the soft pad of a female mons Venus and the depression below. Somehow I still expected a male penis. I concentrated on the sensations caused by the moving hands and was surprised by the soft very sensitive convoluted mass of tissue between my legs and wished I could see what I felt. My attempt to push a finger inside was temporarily thwarted by that same convoluted tissue. That flesh had to be inner vaginal lips and they had to be protruding at least a half an inch. How messy! What could only be a clitoris felt the pressure of my hand. Finally I decided to risk possible pain, pushed harder and a finger entered that impossible opening. The finger encountered an obstruction. Since Diane was no virgin, it had to be the base of a tampax. I held onto the counter for support as I bent down to get a better view. As I did the projecting flesh on my chest elongated and dangled in front of my eyes. Startled I quickly straightened up and turned back to the mirror. I wanted to make love to that woman, still not capable of emotionally accepting that the reflected form was mine. I was tempted to forget everything, to thoroughly explore this body, but where would that end? I removed those slender hairless hands from this seductive female body, forced my trembling hands to close the robe and turned away from the mirror, afraid I wouldn't be able to control this sexually arousal. My bladder suddenly made me aware of it's fullness. I put down the toilet seat I had just raised, managed to pull up the bottom of the bathrobe and sat heavily due to my poor control. From the moans and crying from the bedroom, Joy and Fred were still at it. Why couldn't they hurry? After I stood, I realized there was a dampness in my crotch and after the cramp in my abdomen had eased a little, took some toilet paper, opened the robe and wiped my pubic hair and vaginal lips. I staggered into the living room and turned on the TV to drown out the sounds of their coupling, which both fascinated and repelled, making me more tense. Then there was those drops of urine trickling down my ass. ----- Antonia was sitting, evidently trying to conserve her strength. From the fact that Antonia made no attempt to talk and from the intensity with which she scrutinized me, it appeared Consuelo had talked to her. "I would trade with you if I dared." I told Consuelo in Rosa's high soprano voice. "I am sure the baby has Manuel's mind. It won't be long before he can exchange bodies. I just can't be the baby and if he swaps with Antonia there won't be a midwife." "But I don't want to be the baby!" Consuelo complained, almost in a panic, then she paused and moaned with pain of another contraction. I was surprised at how rapidly she had grasp the situation. "I don't see another choice." I continued. "If you won't return my body, at least exchange with Antonia so that she'll have the necessary strength. Please, you just can't leave me like this!" Another surprise! This time at how quickly she had conquered her fears. "OK, but to be sure it is Antonia and I that swap, we will have to leave until after your transfer. Ask her to go to your house. It won't take more than 15 minutes." Antonia was upset and at first refused, but as Consuelo's contractions increased Consuelo managed to convince her. I had to wait repeatedly for Antonia to catch up with even Rosa's snails pace and once at Rosa's house, Antonia immediately sat and glared at me. When enough time had passed, I copied Antonia's position and exchanged bodies. ----- When Joy, still naked, finally emerged from the bedroom she stared at me. "I really enjoyed that!" Suddenly I thought of something that might get Joy moving. Why hadn't I thought of that before? "No telling what is happening with your body and your husband while you are literally screwing around." My high pitched voice was a further shock, but I managed to continue. "Do you think Ken remained the baby? He probably swapped with your husband or one of your friends. Perhaps your husband is the one being born or maybe giving birth to your baby." "Oh, no! I didn't." Joy exclaimed and from the strain in her voice I knew I'd hit a responsive cord. Fred, still naked came out of the bedroom. "That was just fabulous." He exclaimed as he stared at me. "I've got to get back now! I hadn't thought of what could be happening at home!" Joy continued, her voice frantic with anxiety. "Let's get dressed and go." I suggested. "A change now could cause a delay later." "OK" Fred replied. "I won't object to keeping this old body a little longer. So far it's been quite a kick!" I pulled Diane's body out of the chair, and walked into the bedroom so conscious of the jiggling motions of my chest. It took a few anxious moments to find the underwear. I stared at the scanty filmy panties. The idea of wearing such scanty underwear felt strange. I then searched the drawers in vain, trying to find more adequate coverage. My balance was too poor to stand on one foot long enough to put on a pair so I had to sit on the bed. As I did I could not resist running my hands over my smooth inner thighs and then pulling on that scanty cloth covering until the material was between my labia. It felt so weird that I quickly straightened out the bikini crouch to cover Diane's sex. Now half naked, I examined the bra, found it hooked in the back, and left it on the bed, not wanting to accept the anticipated time, effort and frustration necessary. I put on slacks, a blouse that buttoned on the wrong side and tried to put a scarf over my long, still damp hair. It wasn't long before I threw the scarf on the bed in disgust. By the time I managed to dress, Joy had finished showering and was dressed in the skimpy clothes she had previously worn. "Please, we've got to get going!" Joy pleaded with Fred. "I'm not returning to my body until I know Ken won't hurt me!" Fred replied. "I told you I would pay you for that trick! We don't have to take you with us. If you don't cooperate, I can have Joy trade with you right now." I threatened. "She wouldn't do that. She said she didn't want to be a man, even for a while." Fred replied smugly. "Please, I've got to get back! If anything has happened to the baby or Manuel..." Joy's voice tailed off. "OK. But you'd better have a good solution." Fred replied and resumed getting dressed. ----- The pain and aches in my chest, legs, arms and hands immediately made me regret my action. I was so tired, I didn't feel like moving. My wrinkled hands confirmed that the breasts were just empty flaps