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Spy Swap by Carol Collins Part 1 The beautiful scantily clad redhead teenager stood poised on the diving board as she waved at her sixty two year old Greek Banker companion. Her designer made green bikini consisted of two tiny triangles of thin silk covering the prominent pink nipples on her gravity defying cone shaped C cup breasts. Another pair of wispy silk triangles concealed the tiny red patch of pubic hair, vagina and cleft between the prominent cheeks of her very shapely bottom. Her normally pale skin had become tanned from her month long stay on the Island of Corfu. Her green eyes were gleaming as she smiled and waved to her elderly lover before diving into the pool of clear blue water. Nickalus Damansis, an extremely wealthy and powerful international banker smiled as Gretchen Dorfman's curvy body slipped into the cool water of the swimming pool. He had been one of the judges at the Miss Europe Beauty contest, where he had met the luscious redhead from eastern Germany. She had actually made a play for him, even though he was over forty years older than she. How could he say no to such a gorgeous and youthful creature. Gretchen had been a runner up in the contest and had returned to Greece with him for an indefinite period of time. For over a month, he had had wild and very satisfying sex with the beauty contestant. Nickalus sipped his wine and watched as Gretchen slowly climbed the steps at the end of the pool. The rays of sunlight glistened in each and every droplet of water, making it appear as if she were covered in diamonds that either clung or ran down the curves of her five foot six inch nearly nude body. Nickalus felt a stirring in the confines of his swim trunks. "Aw, yes," he thought, "there is nothing like having a young beautiful girl to bring out the youth in an old man!" Gretchen put a little extra movement in the swiveling of her hips as she came closer to the Grecian banking tycoon. She sat on his lap and wiggled her shapely round bottom. Her reward was the feeling of a stiffening penis beneath her. Gretchen placed her slim arms around his neck and gently kissed her elderly lover's lips. She parted her own lips when his tongue slipped into her mouth. Nickalus and Gretchen moved to the privacy of their extremely large and luxurious bedroom. He was out of his trunks and lying on the bed waiting for his partner to join him within seconds. Gretchen had learned to make him wait to build the level of excitement. Nickalus never tired of seeing the beautiful redhead peeling her clothing from her exquisite form. She was absolutely perfect. Gretchen's nipples were so pink! So succulent! So large and pointed! Nickalus's mouth watered as he studied her body for about the ten thousandth time. He knew that he really should have insisted that she win the contest. The other judges would not have dared go against his wishes. However, he had actually arranged for Gretchen to loose the contest so that she could accompany him back to his home in Greece instead of assuming her year long duties as Miss Europe. He was accustomed to getting what he wanted. He was selfish and had done what he thought was best for him. He wanted the teenage redhead free to be his plaything. Little did he realize that Gretchen knew exactly what he had done. The fraulein turned her shapely bottom toward her elderly lover as she pushed the scrap of green silk cloth down over her cute tush. The faint bikini suntan lines and the way she was standing emphasized the curvature of her bottom. Nickalus's penis was standing at it's full height as she turned to face him. Gretchen climbed onto the satin covered king size bed and straddled his slightly overweight body. She grinned down at him as she settled herself down onto his rigid tool. He watched his young lover's facial expression as she sank down completely engulfing him. He had never made love with anyone so beautiful. "Perhaps," he thought to himself, "I should ask this girl to marry me. Even if it turns out that she is after my money, I can afford it. Besides, the sex would be worth it!" Gretchen began rising and falling. The rhythmic movements began with gentle motions, but built up to a bed shaking crescendo as both participants reached a mutual climax. Their perspiration coated bodies lay in each other's arms as their breathing and heart rates returned to a normal pace. They cuddled each other for several minutes as each indulged their private thoughts. If Nickalus had only known what was going through the head of the pretty redhead, he would have ran from the room. The couple's thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the private telephone in the bedroom. Nickalus knew that it was important. It was the bank wanting him to electronically authorize the transfer of funds to a Swiss account. Nickalus was feeling so relaxed after the fabulous sexual activities, that he decided to use the computer in the bedroom without asking Gretchen to leave the room. Gretchen moved behind the elderly man as he input his special passwords and she nibbled on the side of his neck. Her green eyes flashed as she memorized the access codes. It had taken a month to get the secret passwords, she had planned all of this to get the codes that would allow her and her organization complete freedom to raid the Greek banking system of most of it's wealth. Hundreds of millions of dollars were now within her delicate grasp. Later that night, while going out to dinner at one of Corfu's exclusive restaurants, Nickalus met with a fatal accident. His Rolls Royce convertible ran through a guard rail and off a cliff, plunging over a hundred feet into the sea. Luckily for his young dinner companion, she was able to leap to safety as the automobile crashed through the guard rail. At least, that was the official story filed in the accident report. ***** Two Months Earlier Yuri Chomenko was born seventy two years ago in the city of Omsk in the Union of Soviet Socialist Republic. A checkered early career in various government agencies, followed by a meteoric rise in the ranks of the KGB left him with the rank of Major in the secret police of the Soviet government by the time that the Soviet Union disintegrated. Chomenko, a devious and despicable little man with no regard for Human life, had been in charge of the East German KGB office where he had been responsible for arrests, interrogations, tortures and executions. He had made many enemies and had been in hiding in one of the old KGB medical research facilities in eastern Germany when Doctor Hartz's memory sharing experiment had finally proven to be successful. The ability to swap the minds of two people had opened up a means of escaping the wheels of justice for the now frail but still very evil seventy two year old man. Chomenko, and his small team of agents, scoured the country to find the perfect person for him to switch places with. An important person of power and wealth was the first choice, but they all had body guards. A redheaded beauty contestant named Gretchen Dorfman was finally selected because of the fact that Nickalus Damansis was to be a judge in the Miss Europe Contest in a couple of weeks. It was common knowledge that the horny old Greek had a weakness for pretty redheads and Gretchen Dorfman was a contestant. Yuri could have sent another agent in the young redhead's body, perhaps even Olga, his one remaining female agent, but he did not trust anyone with the bank password codes. They might become greedy, transfer the money into their own bank account and never come back. Gretchen Dorfman was kidnapped one dark evening, brought back to the research facility, strapped down on one of the two couches in the laboratory, electrodes were attached to her head and a switch was thrown. Blackness came over the young woman as she felt as if her mind was spinning out of control. When she revived, she felt as if she were dreaming. An older man in a white lab coat and a pretty brunette with long hair was helping her body to stand beside the other laboratory couch. She looked down to find that her body was now old, shriveled and male. She screamed in a crackling voice just before she fainted. She was not allowed to reawaken. The news media carried the story of how the body of Yuri Chomenko, the ex-head of the East German KGB, had been found floating face down in the Elbe River. Many of the citizens of the re-unified Germany celebrated the passing of the evil tyrant who had been responsible for much Human suffering for so many of the years of communist rule. Little did they realize that the sadistic old man now had a new lease on life in the body of a gorgeous teenage girl. Yuri/Gretchen lay back on the bed in his black silk lingerie as Olga entered the room. He had first felt highly disoriented in the body of the young female, but now was full of energy. He had not felt this good in many years. Having such a luscious feminine body was completely new, however. He could almost feel the female hormones coursing through his teenage body. He still retained all of his own memories. He could remember being a little boy growing up in Russia and the battles of World War Two. He remembered raping many of the attractive German women during the battle for Berlin. He remembered that if any German men tried to stop the rape of their women folk, he had shot them in cold blood. He remembered all of this very vividly in addition to all of the years as head of the KGB office, plus he had shadowy images of growing up as a redheaded girl in Communist East Germany as well. Yuri/Gretchen felt some sexual urges stirring in his young feminine body as he looked at Olga's attractive face. He had had the twenty five year old agent give him oral sex on many occasions during the time that he was running the East German KGB organization. He had always appreciated Olga's buxom figure. Now, his pretty green eyes swept up and down the voluptuous body that Olga had hidden beneath her coat and other clothing. He asked, "Did you see the news on television? Disposing of my old carcass was a good move, they all believe that I am dead. I am free to continue in this body until I tire of it. Then, we will procure another for me to inhabit. I can go on this way forever. If you play your cards right, Olga, I shall let you do the same. Immortality! Can you imagine?" A strange expression flashed across his deceptively pretty face as he added, "Olga, be a good girl and take off your clothing." Olga looked to see if her boss was serious. It was difficult for her to equate the gorgeous teenager lounging on the bed in her black silk brassiere and panties as her evil old supervisor. She did, however, recognize the gleam in the eyes as being that of Yuri Chomenko. Even in his current form, Olga knew better than to disobey her boss. Yuri/Gretchen smiled as he watched the now older female agent removing her black leather coat. She wore a blue woolen sweater and a black wool skirt that ended at her shapely knees. Black leather high heel boots ended just below her knees. Olga nervously peeled the woolen sweater up over her head, letting her long brunette hair fall back around her shoulders and revealing her blue cotton blouse. She saw that the young redhead was smiling as she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. Olga's DD cup breasts strained the cups of her white satin brassiere as she bent to remove her dark wool skirt. Yuri/Gretchen was becoming even more excited as he watched the twenty five year old and very shapely female agent disrobing. He had always found her body exciting but had been too old to properly respond. His old and shriveled penis had required prolonged oral sex in order for him to reach an erection and orgasm. Now, he had no penis, but felt many of the same sensations of sexual excitement as he saw the shapely woman in her sexy white satin brassiere, matching white satin garter belt, white satin bikini panties, smoke gray nylon stockings and high heel black leather boots. Sexy lingerie was standard issue to all attractive KGB female agents. They never knew when they would be called upon to use their bodies to sway a potential informant. Many men had been induced to betray their country by a sexy KGB female spy. Yuri/Gretchen's nipples stiffened as he remembered that KGB training included the correct techniques to seduce anyone of the same sex. Olga had been taught how to seduce lesbians as well as men. The redhead could feel the crotch of her black silk panties moistening as she thought of the brunette's talented tongue. Yuri/Gretchen gazed into Olga's big blue eyes and said, "Seduce me. I want to see how responsive this body is. And, I want my first experience to be with a woman." Olga slowly moved to sit beside the teenager on the bed. She actually preferred women to men. "At least," she thought to herself, "this is better than having to suck his dried up old cock!" Olga leaned forward to press her lips to the full red lips of her boss. After a couple of tender and slow kisses, her tongue entered the mouth of the teenage redhead. Olga found herself enjoying herself as her hands moved to caress the black silk covered cone shaped breasts. Yuri/Gretchen lay back and surrendered to the flood of sensations that swept through his new body. He was enjoying the ministrations so much that he did not know when Olga unhooked his brassiere. He was, however, totally aware of when the brunette's lips wrapped around one of his big pink nipples and began to apply suction. It was as if his female body took on an electrical charge as Olga licked and sucked his swelling nipple. Olga switched to his other nipple as her fingers dipped into the front of his black silk panties and found his clitoris. He experienced his first female orgasm within thirty seconds. Yuri/Gretchen lay back on the bed trying to get control of his breathing as Olga slipped his panties down over his smooth shapely legs. He heard his new voice making a yelping sound as the female KGB agent's tongue penetrated his labia and assaulted his clit. Olga used every trick she knew to bring the young redhead to a series of intense orgasms. Even she was surprised at the orgasmic response from her transformed boss. Yuri/Gretchen and Olga spent several hours exploring the reactions of his new body to sexual stimulus. He had never felt such satisfaction. He was so excited, he went down on Olga for the first time. They finished up on the bed doing a sixty nine. Olga wore only her white satin garter belt and smoke colored nylon stockings as she straddled the younger redhead. She settled her own dripping crotch onto the teenager's gorgeous face as she drove her own face into the juicy red haired pussy of her boss. After them being together for many years, Olga had her first orgasm with Yuri Chomenko. Over the next couple of days, Yuri/Gretchen practiced having sex with some of the other male KGB agents. Even though they all knew who the beautiful teenager really was, they still were able to rise to the occasion when their boss removed his clothing and strutted his glorious feminine body in front of them in sexy lingerie or in the nude. Yuri developed his female sexual techniques for pleasing a man. He had some hazy memories from Gretchen's past and used them to apply make up and behave as a natural girl as well as having sex. Yuri/Gretchen returned to Gretchen's home before leaving for the Miss Europe Beauty Contest. Gretchen's family had been in a state of panic because she had been missing for almost a week. They were so relieved that she appeared to be okay, they failed to notice that her behavior was different. In truth, their Gretchen would never return. At the beauty contest, Yuri/Gretchen made his play for the rich Greek banking tycoon. He even found out that the old banker had arranged for him to loose the contest so that he could accompany the Greek back to his home on Corfu. Damansis had played right into the ex-KGB agent's hands. And, it resulted in the death of the lecherous old banker. ****** Gretchen relaxed on the bed in the mansion that she had purchased just outside of Frankfurt, Germany, with her ill- gotten funds. The silken sheets under her nude body sent delicious sensations through her curvy body. Olga, also nude, lay next to her. Both were still covered by a light film of perspiration, the result of a very satisfying lesbian sexual encounter. Gretchen had plundered the Greek banking system for over eight hundred million US dollars! She had a Porsche and a Mercedes setting in her garage. Her crew of ex-KGB agents were now her personal body guards and servants. Still, with all of this, Gretchen was not satisfied with her wealth. She still had the same evil mind that Yuri Chomenko had used to rise to the top of the KGB in East Germany. She still had the burning need for power. Gretchen had learned that twelve thermonuclear warheads were available on the black market. Her old connections with the ex-Soviet military leadership had proven to be helpful. Of course, the communications had been by secret coded messages and the Generals did not know of Yuri's transformation. They had heard of Chomenko's body being found in the Elbe River and had assumed that he was dead. Gretchen had withheld the news of the success of Dr. Hartz's memory transfer machine from her old comrades. She had other plans for his machine. With the nuclear weapons under her control, Gretchen would be able to extort anything she wanted from the soft consumer oriented capitalist countries. The United States and Britain would be easy targets for her reign of blackmail and terror. Her pretty face took on a look of pure evil as she imagined the empire that she could build for herself with her new power. There was only one catch. The Soviet Generals wanted one billion US dollars for the warheads. And the price was non-negotiable. Gretchen needed even more money. Gretchen had found what she believed to be another source for large amounts of illegal cash. A new computer program had been written in the United States to manage banking accounts and the twelve Federal Reserve Banks had just adopted it to keep up with the American dollar. If she could acquire a copy of the software and the access codes, she would be able to siphon at least a billion dollars from the American banking system. She had developed a plan to carry out her evil desires. ****** Gary Richards stood in front of his bathroom mirror as he shaved. His blonde hair was both turning gray and turning loose. It was gray around the sides and slowly getting bald on top. "I guess being forty nine has it's down side," Gary thought to himself. Looking at the bright side, he grinned, "Still, getting older beats the alternative!" Gary's gray eyes scrutinized his appearance in the mirror. At least he was still a fairly good looking man. Six foot tall and in relatively good physical condition. He was divorced and living alone in his large California home. He had a daughter, Jennifer Richards, that he loved and they had a great father-daughter relationship. He had his own computer software company and was financially secure. He needed to be. His daughter's impending wedding was going to be an expensive affair. His company's money management software had been bought by the twelve independent Federal Reserve Banks. Even he was startled by the amount of money that he had been paid for his company's software. His only indulgence, up till now, was his souped up sports car. He was, however, considering trading in his modified Mitsubishi 3000 GT for a Ferrari or a Porsche. He could now afford it, if, his daughter's wedding did not break his bank account. Gary arrived at the office to find another piece of great news awaiting him. He had won a contest where the first prize was an all expenses paid luxury vacation to Germany. There were pictures of a palatial mansion outside of Frankfurt where he would be staying for a week. The mansion would be staffed with servants. A Porsche and a Mercedes for his use were included. Gary sat back in his chair and thought about the fact that his ancestors had immigrated from Germany and that he had never visited there. Having just sold the software to the Federal Reserve, he had some time to kill before his company stated working on the new programs. It was a month before Jennifer's wedding. He would accept the prize and take a week off. Gary called his daughter to see if she could accompany him on his vacation. Unfortunately, she had wedding arrangements to make and other prior commitments. She would not be free to go. He was between girlfriends and had no one else that he wanted to ask. Gary called the number in Germany and arrangements were made for his airline ticket. He was pleased to hear that he would be flying across the Atlantic ocean on the Concorde. The fleet of supersonic aircraft were aging and this would be his first, and maybe only, opportunity to fly faster than the speed of sound. He hung up the phone and smiled as he thought about how pleasant his first vacation in over ten years was going to be. Little did he know! ***** As Gary Richards disembarked his plane and entered the terminal building of the Frankfurt International Airport, he was greeted by two very beautiful women. One was a blue eyed brunette with long flowing hair and was in her mid twenties. She wore a blue silk dress that molded itself to her very large breasts, narrow waist, wide hips and long legs that were exposed up to her mid thigh. Dark stockings and pumps with very high heels completed her ensemble. The other had long red hair and green eyes. Her taller curvy figure was barely covered in a green silk dress that revealed as much as it covered. She also wore dark stockings and pumps with very high heels on her small dainty feet. Both women had every hair in place and were perfect examples of feminine beauty. Gary was impressed by the gorgeous women as they welcomed him to Germany and introduced themselves to him. The brunette was Olga and the redhead was Gretchen. They recovered his baggage and had it carried to the waiting S class Mercedes sedan. Gary sat in the back seat with Olga on one side and Gretchen on the other. If he was lucky, he thought to himself, he would get lucky with one of the beautiful frauliens before his vacation was over. The chauffeur drove them out of the city and to the country estate that Gary had seen in the contest brochure. The mansion was just as luxurious as the pictures in the brochure had shown that it would be. He regretted the fact that Jennifer had not been able to come on vacation with him. She had told him, "Dad, you don't need a daughter tagging along. Have some fun. Let go for a change. You never do anything wild and crazy. Do something different for a change." The two young women asked if he had eaten. He was hungry, so they gave orders for a meal to be prepared while they showed him around the estate. The house was almost a palace! If he continued to make the kind of money he had made this year, he figured that he could afford such a home in about twenty or thirty years if he saved every penny. He decided that his own home would have to do. The two women were friendly as they gave him the deluxe tour. They purposely omitted the large basement of the mansion. The memory swapping machine was set up down there. Dr. Hartz, his daughter, Anna, and his assistants were ready and waiting for their new victim. When the meal was set on the long massive walnut dining table in the formal dining hall, Gary, Olga and Gretchen entered the room. Gary was impressed by the gourmet meal that awaited him. He sent his compliments to the chef when he finally pushed himself away from the dining table. Olga brought him an after dinner wine to sample. A few sips were all that was required for him to slump to the floor as consciousness slipped away. Gretchen called for the two strong men that were waiting behind the door to the kitchen. They silently entered the room, picked up the drugged American computer programmer and carried him down the stairs to the basement laboratory. There, they strapped him to one of the two lab couches. Dr. Hartz attached the electrodes to his head and gave him a quick inspection before moving to the other couch. Dr. Hartz was nervous about this swap since his own daughter, Anna, was to be switched with the American. His daughter had been a computer programming graduate student at the university and had not had the KGB training that members of the East German secret police had been given. He was uneasy about Anna going on such a potentially dangerous assignment, but Gretchen had insisted on his daughter volunteering. Gretchen would actually have preferred being in Richard's body but did not have the necessary expertise with computer systems and software. Using Dr. Hartz's daughter was the next best solution. Anna was a graduate student in advanced computer programming techniques. Since Gretchen would still have her father in the house, Anna was unlikely to take the money and run. Anna knew what might happen to her father if she did not do exactly as Gretchen had ordered. Dr. Hartz looked into the big innocent blue eyes of his beautiful daughter. Her light blonde hair was worn in a casual shoulder length style and framed her youthful face. Her nose was turned up at slightly the tip and was very cute. Luscious red cupid bow lips turned up in a beautiful smile for her father, revealing perfect white teeth. She had a graceful neck, C cup breasts, a very narrow waist, small but shapely hips, very long legs for her five foot three height, sexy small ankles, dainty feet and graceful hands. Anna wore a tan silk blouse with a low neck line, brown linen skirt that ended at mid thigh, cinnamon colored stockings and brown leather high heel shoes with an ankle strap around her tiny ankles. Her clothing was tastefully expensive. Gretchen had bought them for her. Since Yuri had switched with Gretchen, he, in his new female body, had made several passes at the blonde university graduate student. Anna and her father had managed to always have an excuse for her declining the sexually obsessed redhead. Dr. Hartz was afraid that it was only a matter of time before his boss would no longer accept excuses. Dr. Hartz leaned down to whisper in his daughter's ear, "Are you sure you want to go through with this? It could be very dangerous." He knew what her answer would be. Both of them had witnessed the wrath of Yuri Chomenko, now Gretchen Dorfman, and understood that things would not be pleasant for them if they defied their boss. Anna smiled, nodded her head and her father attached the electrodes to his only child's head. Gretchen and Olga watched as the doctor operated his machinery. There was no flash that they could see. There was a flashing sensation inside the heads of both subjects. Gary Richards had been regaining consciousness as the button was pressed. The neural networks of his brain went into a firestorm of activity as it was first read, then written over. The same thing happened to Anna. Dr. Hartz moved to the bodies strapped to the laboratory couches. First, by habit, he checked the body that his daughter had grown up in. It was in fine shape, even if his daughter's normally alert blue eyes looked to be dazed and confused. Next, he moved to check the body in which his daughter now resided. Gary's body had almost recovered from the effects of the drugs that he had been given, so, it was not very difficult to revive Anna. Anna Hartz looked up at her father as the realization of what had been done flooded her mind. She whispered, "Father, did it work?" No one had to answer. Her voice was much lower in pitch and her body did not feel normal. Her straps were removed and she was helped into a sitting position. Anna glanced down at her new body. She was now a man! The two large men that had carried Gary Richards down to the laboratory assisted Anna Hartz, in her still very unsteady male body, to climb the stairs and go to the room that Gary had been told was to be his for the duration of the stay, where she could lay down and recover from the effects of the transfer. After his daughter had left the room, the doctor turned his attention back to the blonde twenty two year old body that now housed a very confused Gary Richards. Gary had awakened from his drugged state only to have his neurological circuits fried by the memory swapping machine. It still seemed as if his mind was spinning as he watched from a distance as two big men helped his body up from a couch, and, accompanied by the beautiful redhead, Gretchen, they climbed a set of stairs and left the basement. Now, he was so disoriented, he could not imagine what was going on. He even wondered if he had died and was having an after life experience. A strange man in a lab coat leaned over him and asked him how he felt. Gary had a few hazy memories of growing up as a little girl and having this man as his father. When Gary tried to reply, he found his voice to be higher pitched. Wires were removed from his head and straps were unbuckled from his arms, legs and body. It was when Gary raised his head and glanced down at his body as he was being unstrapped that he nearly went into shock! He was wearing a tan silk shirt that had a low cut neck. From his viewing angle, he could see cleavage between the two large hillocks on his chest. Just as he thought that things could not become any stranger, he noticed that he was also wearing a brown skirt who's hemline had shifted up to the top of his thin but shapely thighs. He was even positive that he could see pink garter tabs attached to the reinforced tops of a pair of cinnamon colored stockings. This had to be the weirdest dream that he had ever had! In a thick German accent, the doctor said, "Come on, Mr. Richards. It is time for you to get up and start your new life. Not to worry, this is only temporary. In a couple of weeks, we will switch you and Anna back into your proper bodies and you will be released completely unharmed." Dr. Hartz believed that he was speaking the truth because he had been told this by Gretchen. He may have been the top neural scientist in the world, but he was woefully naive when it came to the world of espionage. The doctor was basically a good man and would not have gone along with Gretchen's evil plan if he had known all of the details. The man in the white lab coat pulled Gary to a sitting position. Even though his breasts were supported in a brassiere, he felt them shift as he sat upright. The doctor told him to put his feet down and stand up. Gary swung his feet over the side of the couch and to the floor. He noticed that he was wearing high heel shoes on a pair of very tiny feet. And, his skirt had shifted to where it was around his hips, exposing his legs, nylon stockings, the darker tops of his stockings, the pink garter straps attached to the stocking tops, and a couple of inches of bare creamy white thigh between. "This is the most ridicules dream that I have ever experienced!" he thought to himself as he was helped to his feet by Dr. Hartz and Olga. Each had an arm around his very trim waist as they supported his petite new form between them. They moved slowly, with him tripping along on his very tall high heels. Gary thought, "A very strange dream, indeed!" His grogginess was receding a little as they reached the main floor of the mansion. He now remembered that he had won a contest and had gone to Germany on his first vacation in many years. He remembered the gorgeous redhead, Gretchen, that had accompanied his own body upstairs. And, he remembered the pretty long haired brunette that was on his left side as being Olga. He had absolutely no idea of how he came to be in this obviously female body nor of who the man in the lab coat really was. The main staircase looked to be as high as Mount Everest to the still wobbly Gary. If it were not for the additional support that he was receiving, he would not have made it up the stairs at all. On the second floor, they moved down the wide hallway to a ornately carved oak door, it was opened by Olga and they entered the room that had been Anna's bedroom for the last few weeks. Gary's new room had a large ornately carved four poster bed with a canopy top. There was an elegant dressing table along one wall that seemed to be covered in cosmetics and perfumes. Next to the table was a walk in closet as large as the average sized bedroom. Gretchen had been infatuated by the petite and very innocent looking blonde graduate student and had bought her many new clothes in the hopes of seducing her. The closet was still only half full. If Anna had been more cooperative, her closet would have been completely full. The doctor and Olga led the still befuddled Gary to the side of the satin sheet covered bed. Olga turned down the covers as the Dr. Hartz held the body that, until a few minutes before, had been his daughter. He was shocked when Olga began unzipping Gary's brown skirt and let it fall to the floor. Pink silk bikini panties molded themselves to the delightful curves of the petite blonde body. The old fashioned pink silk garter belt kept the nylon stockings taunt as they encased the long shapely legs. He objected, "Olga, do not remove my daughter's clothing. I do not wish for Mr. Richards to see my daughter's body." Olga rolled her blue eyes up to the concerned father's face as she pointed out, "Anna will be gone for about two weeks. Surely, you do not think that Gary Richards can be in her body for that long and never once see it? Until Anna returns, she is now a man and he is a woman. Besides, you surely don't expect a girl to sleep in her clothes for two weeks? How about using the bathroom? Don't you think that would also be a problem?" Slowly, the doctor realized that the female ex-KGB agent was right. "Dr. Hartz, perhaps it would be best if you waited outside while I get Richards ready for bed?" He reluctantly stepped out into the hallway, leaving his daughter's body in the hands of Olga. Olga now had the cute little blonde body right where Yuri had wanted her from the first time that he had seen her when she was a young teenager. Only the fact that Dr. Hartz's services were vital to the future of the KGB had kept Anna safe from the evil clutches of the sadistic old man. Now that Yuri was in Gretchen's teenage female body, the desire had increased three fold. As Olga unbuttoned the tan silk blouse from the pretty blonde, she thought about how envious Gretchen would be when she told her about how she had undressed the object of Gretchen's desires. Gary was still confused by all that had happened. Considering the situation, that was very understandable. He looked into the blue eyes of the brunette and found a look that he had only seen in a woman that was sexually excited. He glanced down to find that his blouse and skirt were gone. The low cut pink silk cups of his brassiere supported his boobs. Boobs! He should not have boobs! Then, he began remembering shadowy images of growing up as a girl. A girl named Anna. Olga wrapped her arms around Gary's petite blonde body causing him to look up into her eyes as their breasts came into contact. Olga knew that a man was inside of the body but the innocent big blue eyes were enticing her to loose control. Her fingers found the catch at the back of Gary's brassiere and, through a force of will power, she released the vulnerable female body as the silk bra was slowly pulled from the cute blonde. Gary found himself mesmerized by the sight and feel of his perfectly shaped C cup breasts. He had never seen such a perfect pair. Nor, had he ever seen a pair of breasts from this angle. He felt them sway gently from side to side as Olga had removed his pink bra. Olga could not resist passing her hands across the beautiful tits and the pink nipples that sprang to attention as she gently pinched them for a second or two. Olga felt her own panties growing moist as she thought of the fun she could have with Anna's body and that Anna would never even know! Olga helped Gary to sit his cute little silk covered bottom on the side of the bed. He was still fascinated by his breasts and hardly noticed that the brunette was kneeling at his tiny high heeled feet. Olga unbuckled the ankle straps from the dainty ankles and slipped the shoes off of Gary's elegant feet. With her face only inches away from the silk protected vagina of the body of her boss's desires, Olga slowly unsnapped the garter tabs of the pink silk garter belt from the reinforced darker tops of the cinnamon colored nylon stockings. One at a time, she rolled the nylons down Gary's sexy legs. Gary was rolled over onto the bed and lay on his tummy as Olga unhooked the pink silk garter belt from around his very tiny waist. She pulled the straps out from inside the pink panties of the nearly unconscious Gary Richard's new body. The after effects of the memory swapping machine was that the subjects were mentally tired and needed sleep. Olga could tell that the cute blonde was asleep even before the satin covers had been laid across his tender body. Gary, like Anna, would sleep until the next morning. ***** The next morning, Dr. Hartz examined his daughter, now in Gary Richards' body, to see if the transfer had been completely successful. They talked for half an hour. He gave his daughter a positive evaluation and moved to another bedroom to examine his daughter's body, now occupied by Gary Richards. He had to explain the transfer process to the still confused Richards, "We needed a person with access to certain software and passwords. In other words, we needed a spy. Rather than placing a mole in an organization and letting them be sleepers until we need them, we are using the memory swapping machine that I invented. The machine has switched your mind and our computer expert's mind into each other's body. When the mission is completed, both of you will be switched back into your correct bodies and you will be released." Gary suddenly realized that this was no dream! He would not be waking up any moment! He really was awake and he was really in the body of a young woman! His blemish free skin became pale as he pulled the satin covers up closer to his slender neck in an effort to cover up his pretty female body. The thin satin sheet molded itself to his feminine curves. His breasts stood up in defiance of gravity. His pink nipples were nearly rigid and could be seen beneath the satin cloth. He was glad that he was still lying down or else he would have collapsed as the reality of his situation sank into his pretty little head. Then, Gary realized why the swap had been made. The person that now controlled his own male body could go back to the United States where they would have free access to all of the programs that his company had written or interfaced with for the Federal Reserve Banks. All of the passwords and other codes would also be readily available to such an impostor! The entire Federal Reserve Banking System would be vulnerable to these people to loot or ruin! Dr. Hartz took Gary's dainty little hand in his and he said, "As long as you cooperate with us while you are here, you will be well treated." He meant that. After all, he did not wish to see his daughter's body damaged in any way. He had considered keeping Gary Richards sedated for the duration of the swap, but two weeks was entirely too long of a time period, complications could occur that could cause permanent problems for his daughter's body. The door opened as Gretchen and Olga entered the room. Yuri Chomenko had learned to love wearing sexy feminine clothing and the sexual power that she had over others since becoming Gretchen. Her luxurious red hair was piled high on top of her head, giving her another four inches in height. Her fingernails were long and painted crimson red. A thin blue satin blouse with a plunging v neckline revealed that she was not wearing a brassiere. Her magnificent cone shaped C cup breasts did not need any support. A wide black belt encircled her narrow waist. A tight black leather mini skirt left over half of her black silk stocking covered thighs exposed. On her small feet were a pair of thigh high black leather high heel boots with stiletto heels that were five inches in height. From the metallic tips of her pointed heels to the top of her flaming red hair, Gretchen was six foot three inches tall. Olga was dressed more conservatively than her boss, but not by much. Her long brunette hair hung down her back in soft waves. Her extra long fingernails were also painted a bright red. She wore a midnight blue velvet wrap dress that was held together by a big bow tied at her narrow waist. It appeared that she was wearing a brassiere to support her massive breasts, but her nipples were erect and prominently displayed beneath her dress. Her legs were encased in black silk stockings that shone brightly in the morning sunlight coming in the window. On her feet were a strappy pair of sandals with four inch heels. She smiled sweetly at the cute nearly nude blonde sitting up in the large bed and clutching the thin satin sheet to her bare breasts. Gary looked up into the flashing emerald green eyes of the tall redhead and involuntarily shivered at the predatory glint that he saw there. He glanced at the brunette to see almost the same gleam in her blue eyes. He could not explain why his nipples became erect as he looked from one woman to the other. Gretchen turned to the doctor and said, "Anna is doing so well in her conversion that I have decided to send her to the States this evening. When she gets to Richard's computer programming company, she can tell them that she, as Mr. Richards, has a brilliant idea for a new computer program. The geeks and nerds working for him will understand why he cut short his vacation to work on a program. They would probably do the same thing. She can then steal a copy of the Federal Reserve Bank program and all of the pass words. That way, your daughter will be back in her own body in about a week and we will have over a billion US dollars in our Swiss checking account." Dr. Hartz left the room to spend a little more time with his daughter, now in a male body as Gretchen smiled at Gary in his cute petite body and added, "Honey, if you cooperate and do everything we say, we will switch you back into your male body as soon as Anna returns." She flashed Gary a less than angelic smile, reached over and ran her long nailed fingers along Gary's feminine jaw line and said, "And, I do mean everything that we say! Do you understand?" At this point of the game, he had little choice. Gary nodded his cute blonde head. The redhead patted his cheek with her red taloned fingers as she said, "Good girl!" Gretchen took the satin sheet that was concealing Gary's feminine body, ripped it out of his dainty fingers and away from his body. The two women were smiling as they gazed at Gary cowering on the bed in nothing but a thin pair of pink silk panties. He was so cute and vulnerable looking as he sat on the big bed. Gretchen decided to send the good doctor away for a few days so that she and Olga could have some fun with the blonde body, and its new inhabitant, that she had lusted for the last few several years. Gretchen enjoyed the view of Gary's cone shaped breasts as she stated, "To help you adapt to your new role as a woman, Monsieur Roberto and his cosmetology team arrive each morning to do our hair and make up. You will find out what it is like to be pampered, preened, and made beautiful. Just sit back and relax. I, personally, have learned to love the experience. I think that you will, too." Olga helped Gary stand up. Gretchen watched his movements with great interest as he was led to the bathroom. He discovered that his bladder was full as he was told how to lower his silken panties and sit on the toilet. He had to ask Olga and Gretchen to leave the room in order to relax enough to let go of his urine. It was a very unusual sensation as he peed as a woman for the first time. When he finished, he remembered that women had to pat themselves dry. It was surreal to look down between his legs and not find his penis. He had to remind himself that this was no dream as he stood up and pulled his pink panties back up. Olga entered the bathroom and began filling the bath tub with hot water, bubble bath and oils. Gretchen had brought a chair to sit on as she watched Olga strip Gary's panties down and order him into the bath tub. "At least," thought Gary, "the bubbles will provide some protection from the redhead's stares," as he stepped into, and sat down in, the tub of warm sudsy water. Gretchen watched the petite blonde body settle into the ornate old bath tub and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Richards, being inside of a female body will seem extremely strange at first. By the end of the week, it will be more natural for you. Think of it as buying a new pair of shoes. After you break them in, they become very comfortable. The same is true of a new body. I know." She gave Gary a sly grin as she gazed into his big blue eyes. "I have business to take care of at the moment, or else we would immediately begin your other training. Until later." She left the room to arrange for Anna Hartz's travel plans and last minute instructions. Gary turned to see the long haired brunette starring at where his big pink nipples were peeking through the bubbles floating on the bath water. He slouched down under the shielding of the bubble bath when he saw her licking her ruby red lips. Her blue eyes swept up to his eyes as she smiled and said, "I'll go see if Monsieur Roberto is ready for you. Don't run off." She left and Gary was alone in the big old fashioned tub. He thought about jumping up and running. He remembered the tall iron gate that was electrically operated and the even taller stone wall that surrounded the estate. If he did manage to escape, where would he go? Who would believe the wild and crazy stories of a naked German girl that could not even speak the German Language. Anna could already speak fluent English, so she would be able to complete her mission as Gary Richards. Unfortunately, Gary was not multilingual, even though he could dredge up a few German phrases from the hazy memories left over in his mind from Anna. As Gary's mind formulated several different escape plans, he lay back in the warm soothing bath water. His feminine body began to relax as the warmth and oils soaked into his tensed muscles. "First," he thought, "I'll need to wear some clothes. Since I am stuck in a girl's body, the more attractive I appear, the quicker some one will give me a ride. Wearing a bath towel may get me a ride very quickly, but also might get me raped." Gary's mind cringed as he though of some male raping his new female body. "Perhaps," Gary mused to himself, "I could try to reach the US Embassy? Probably, no one there would believe my story. If I could call Jennifer, I might be able to convince her of who I am. Surely, she would know her own father." He had to get back home before his daughter's wedding. He was supposed to give her away during the ceremony. A wave of astonishment swept over him. Gary realized that he was now younger than his own daughter! The bathroom door swung open and a menagerie of people entered the small room. Olga stated, "Anna," she used the appropriate name for his female body, "Monsieur Roberto has his equipment ready for you. You will be oiled, massaged, manicured, coifed and made-up. I am fairly certain that you will have a new experience. Relax, and you will enjoy it." Gary was given little choice in the matter as two large women in uniform went about pulling the bath tub drain plug, helping him to stand up, wiping the bubbles from his small feminine body and wrapping a big bath towel around him before helping him out of the tub. They were so forcefully efficient that any resistance by him would have been futile. A massage table had been set up in the large bedroom. The two women guided Gary to the table, almost forced him face down and removed his towel. A much smaller towel was placed over his cute buttocks. He was blushing from the exposure. Warm oil was poured over his smooth white skin and the two tall women began to massage the scented oil into Gary's shoulders and back. After only a minute or two, be began to relax as the soothing massage began to relax him. Olga leaned down to where her ruby lips were only an inch from his delicately shaped left ear, "See, I told you that you would enjoy this. You will learn to love being a girl by the end of the week." Gary doubted that very much! Although, the massage was beginning to feel very good. Gary noticed that the two pairs of hands were now massaging the cheeks of his shapely round bottom beneath the small towel. An unwanted warmth was building between his thighs as the hands slipped to his upper thighs. If he were still in his male body, he would have an erection. In this female body, the sensations were new to him. He had to fight to control his legs. They wanted to open up to give the questing fingers more freedom to rove to his inner recesses. He was blushing as the hands moved lower on his thighs. Olga was pleased to see Gary's obvious reaction to the manipulation to his nude female body. She and Gretchen had plans for the transformed blonde for that evening. Gretchen had given orders for Monsieur Roberto to make the object of her desires an object of art. A complete make over was planned for the unsuspecting Gary Richards. They had even selected his clothing for the evening. Olga licked her lips as she imagined the insecure transformed man in the sexy blonde body and elegant evening gown. The two large women rolled Gary over and began massaging the warm scented oil into his soft skin along the front of his feminine form. He was amazed at the feelings that his large gravity defying breasts sent to his body as four hands fondled and rubbed the oil into the sensitive mammary glands. His big pink nipples were standing erect and were sending more signals to his already excited genitalia as the hands moved to his rib cage. Gary saw that Olga was smiling as she watched the hands descend to his hips and rub the oil into the juncture of his thighs. Olga could see the oil shining on the beautiful nubile body as he surrendered to the needs of his new body. Gary's big blue eyes were wide open as he felt an approaching climax. The hands moved lower on his legs, leaving him unfulfilled. Olga could see Gary's large cone shaped breasts rapidly rising and falling with his sexual excitement. She could feel her own panties beginning to moisten as she thought about their plans for the evening. She whispered into Monsieur Roberto's ear. He moved to one of his bags of supplies and gathered a few items. When the warm oil was massaged into every inch of Gary's young feminine body, Monsieur Roberto moved to the end of the massage table. He spoke in French to his two assistants, Gary did not understand what was said, so was shocked when the two muscular women each took one of his legs, spread them and pushed them high into the air. Gary blushed a crimson red as Monsieur Roberto stepped between his wide spread legs. He had not yet accepted the fact that he now had a vagina, and here he was, with his legs up in the air, completely exposed to a strange man. He was about to protest when Olga said, "Monsieur Roberto is going to trim your thatch of light brown pubic hair. He does it for Gretchen and me every day. Just lay back and be still and it will be over in a few minutes." Gary looked between his up thrust boobs as he watched the Frenchman apply a depilatory cream to his pubic region. A few minutes later, a damp towel was used to remove the cream, along with all of the hair that had been protecting his vagina. Gary had heard of women with bald beavers, but he had never actually seen one before. Now, he had one of his own! Monsieur Roberto picked up the container of warm scented oil and poured some directly onto Gary's pubic mound. Gary curled his fingers and toes as the oil was massaged into his hairless vaginal region. The waves of pleasure that swept through his young feminine body were almost too much to bare. His hips began an involuntary up and down movement in time with the hands massaging the warm oil into his new nether regions. Olga smiled approvingly as she saw the twenty two year old beautiful blonde responding to the manual manipulations of the male hairdresser. Gary was beginning to make whimpering noises as his climax drew nearer. Just before he reached his first orgasm as a woman, Monsieur Roberto withdrew his fingers and hands. Gary's excited hips continued to rise and fall for a few moments in a vain search for sexual satisfaction. He had been so very close! The two women lowered Gary's shapely legs and helped him to his feet. His cute body was trembling with sexual need as he was led to a leather chair in front of a large mirror and allowed to sit down. His nipples were swollen and erect. His vagina was moist. His hands were shaking. Olga was following Gretchen's orders to keep the transformed computer expert on the brink of an orgasm to make him more agreeable to their plans for later that evening. Gary's shoulder length blonde hair was still damp from his bath. Monsieur Roberto placed a plastic cape around Gary's nude female body, picked up his scissors and began cutting and trimming the wet hair. Gretchen had already chosen the hairstyle for her young prot?g?. A short bobbed style, angle cut so that the back was shorter than the sides and front. Gary would have a curl on the sides that caused his blonde hair to curl forward. He sat quietly as his body's sexual tension slowly receded and his hair was styled. His hair was rolled onto large diameter rollers to dry. When Monsieur Roberto finished cutting and rolling Gary's hair, the two women moved in closer. One began giving Gary a manicure. The other began applying cosmetics to Gary's already pretty face. His semi long nails were filed to shape, buffed and painted a bright pink. His face was unblemished and clear as porcelain, so only a light coating of corn silk powder was applied as a foundation. His eyebrows were plucked to shape them into a fine arch. Eye shadow, mascara, eye liner, eye brow pencil, light rouge on the cheeks, and bright glossy pink lipstick was applied. The rollers were removed and his hair was combed, sprayed and styled. Gary had not gotten accustomed to his female body and now, he looked completely different. His face and hair appeared to be more sophisticated. He was being give a pedicure where his toe nails were being painted a matching bright pink when he noticed Olga laying an evening gown and frilly lingerie on the old antique bed. It was not necessary for anyone to tell him that the feminine clothing was for him. When his pedicure was complete, and the plastic cape was removed from his shoulders, Gary was helped up from the leather chair. He was still nude and his large breasts wobbled slightly as he walked between the two large women. The movement was not missed by Olga as she sat on the side of the big bed. Her blue eyes sparkled as she saw how beautiful the younger blonde was now that Monsieur Roberto had worked his magic. Olga passed a shiny pink satin waist cincher to one of the women and told Gary, "You already have a small waist but Gretchen wants to see just how small it can be. Place both of your hands on the bed post and hold on as this is laced up." As the cincher was placed around his narrow waist, the other woman held his hands up to the post. The cool satin was wrapped around his already tiny middle and began it's boa constrictor like tightening. "Take a deep breath and let it out so that it can be tightened all the way," Olga ordered. Gary felt as if he were being crushed as a sixteen inch waist was achieved. Gary looked down and saw the six garter straps hanging down from the waist cincher. A package of glossy pink silk long length seamed stockings were opened and held up for his inspection. He was led to sit down beside Olga as the two women knelled before them and the silk stockings were rolled up each of his long shapely legs and were attached to the six garter tabs. The reinforced stocking tops were so high on his thighs that they nearly touched his smooth hairless vagina lips. A pair of red high heel pumps were fitted to Gary's tiny feet. Each had stiletto heels that were three inches high. Somehow, he was not surprised when a pair of glossy pink satin bikini panties were shown to him before they were sipped over his high heel pumps and slid up his long silk encased legs. He was helped to his feet and, while he wobbled slightly on the high heels, the satin panties were drawn up to cover his hairless vagina and shapely bottom. He found that he actually found the cool caress of satin on his smooth vagina lips to be quite pleasurable. A matching glossy pink satin brassiere was given to the two women who were dressing Gary's petite feminine form. It was wrapped around his upper torso and arranged so that the satin cups molded themselves to his C cup cone shaped breasts. The strap was hooked in back and the shoulder straps adjusted to provide just the right amount of support for his massive breasts. Gary teetered slightly on his high heels as a red velvet mini dress was held up for his inspection. It unzipped in the back. One woman held the dress for him as the other steadied him as he stepped into the red velvet dress. It was slid up his body and arms. When in place, it was zippered up in back. The top was sleeveless, with a low neckline. The middle hugged Gary's tiny sixteen inch waist. The lower portion flared slightly as it contoured itself to his round hips and buttocks. The hemline was about four inches below his pink satin covered crotch. He saw his reflection in the mirror and was impressed. If he were still male and saw such a pretty woman pass by, he would have stopped to get a better look. Olga gave the women a pair of large diameter gold hoop earrings which were threaded through the holes in his earlobes. A gold necklace was hooked around his slender neck. Next, a bottle of expensive French perfume was used to spray a dab of sweet smelling liquid behind each ear and down his cleavage. Olga took the bottle of perfume and, while smiling, lifted the front of Gary's dress and sprayed the front of his panties. She told him, "That is just in case some one wants to nuzzle you there." Gary felt himself blushing. For the next hour, Gary was given instructions in the proper way to walk, sit down, stand up, move and gesture. A few of the traits were inherited from Anna Hartz but most had to be learned. Gary was then made to stand in front of the very large mirror as he was taught to make various facial expressions and strike several different poses. He learned the difference between a friendly smile, a polite smile and a sexy smile. He learned that his body language was very important in communicating with others. Things that a female instinctively knew, he had to learn. Monsieur Roberto, and his two female assistants, finally left. Since Gretchen had returned from Greece, she had bought the salon where the three cosmetologists worked. It was easier to have them come to the mansion each morning to arrange Olga and Gretchen's hair and make up than it was to do it themselves. Yuri Chomenko would have thought that the service was frivolous and the expense too great. Now that he was Gretchen, she thought that the expense was justified. Besides, she had over seven hundred million US dollars in her Swiss bank accounts and could well afford it. Olga had Gary sit on the side of the big bed as she looked at her watch and said, "Well, it is about supper time. Gretchen has, by now, seen Anna off in your body. Dr. Hartz was sent off to the eastern zone of Germany to pick up some more electronics supplies. That means that you, Gretchen and I will be dining alone in the dining hall. We have not yet decided whether to call you Gary Richards or Anna Hartz. We shall decide tonight." Olga sat next to Gary and placed her hand on Gary's silk cover thigh. She looked into the large bright blue eyes of the beautiful blonde with the pixie hair cut and whispered, "Gretchen is not the only one that had the hots for Little Miss Leave Me Alone I Have To Study My Books! I would have given a month's pay to do to her what we have done to you today. You probably do not know how sexy you are right now." Gary had seen himself in the mirror. He knew that he would have been very impressed if he had met the young blonde while he was still a man. "You have been a male all of your life. Being a girl is new to you. It gives you an innocence that even Anna did not possess. I am wet just thinking about you. Gretchen would be furious if she were not your first experience, so, I will be patient." Olga's hand moved from Gary's trembling leg as she stands and holds out her hands to assist Gary to his high heeled feet. Gary had always wondered why women needed assistance to stand up. Now that he wore high heel shoes and a waist cincher, he had a better understanding. He was still a little wobbly when he walked. He noticed that the high heels made his long legs appear to be even longer. They also caused him to stand straight and thrust his breasts out in front and his curvy bottom out in back. "No wonder," he thought to himself as he was led from the safety of his bedroom, "women who want to be sexy, wear high heel shoes!" Descending the long staircase slowly, Gary held the handrail in one hand and Olga's offered arm in the other. When he looked down, he saw Gretchen standing at the bottom of the stairs, gazing upwards. She was smiling a dazzling smile. Her green eyes were twinkling. Her dainty hands were applauding. "Bravo! Monsieur Roberto has out done himself! You are beautiful Mr. Richards!" Gretchen looked thoughtful for a moment, then smiled as she added, "Or, should we just call you Anna until we switch the two of you back into your own bodies?" Gary reached the bottom step and breathed a sigh of relief. He had been afraid that he would trip and fall down the long staircase. Gretchen caught him off guard as she stepped in front of him, wrapped her fingers around the back of his slender bare neck and kissed his glossy pink lips. The kiss was almost chaste. It was, however, a promise of more to come later in the evening. Gretchen removed her hands from Gary's neck, took one of his dainty hands in hers and led him to the formal dining hall. The main lighting was subdued but the tall tapering candles on the dining table gave the room a rosy hue of colors. Gary had not eaten today. He had not eaten since supper the preceding evening, and that food had gone into the stomach of his male body. He was famished. The table was set with fine chin