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Side Effects
Part 2
DISCLAMER: If you shouldn't read this, don't.
Tom lay back in his bed. In all fairness, it was just a futon mattress
that sat on the floor of his bedroom. Tom never quite got around to
buying a complete bed: you know, frame, spring mattress? blankets. Tom
had better things to spend his money on. The futon mattress had served
him adequately for the past six months since he moved into this
apartment, and it had served him more than adequately for the past
three days.
'I'm definitely fired', Tom thought aloud.
Tom hadn't been to work since Friday, actually the Friday before last.
It all seems like some sort of dream. That Friday night had been the
abduction or the visitation or whatever they're calling it these days.
Then came Saturday, and the realization of his new 'gift'. Tom made his
first ventures into shape shifting and had his run in with Amy.
Amy! Tom needed to give her a call. More precisely, Jack needed to
give her a call. Tom climbed out of his mattress and onto his feet for
the first time in nearly twenty-four hours. Looking down, Tom realized
they weren't his feet.
He wasn't sure whose feet they were anymore, but he knew they couldn't
be his. First of all Tom normally wore an eleven. Second, Tom had a
hangnail that bothered him for the past month. Third, Tom never
remembered painting his toenails pink.
Tom stopped into his bathroom and glanced in the mirror. Blond hair,
pouty lips, big blue eyes. It suddenly clicked to him: Jeri Ryan. Star
Trek: Voyager comes on every night around eleven. This must be a run
off from the first couple days of Tom's shifting.
Back then, Tom looked through magazines, movies, television programs,
and whatever else just waiting to see someone he found attractive. Then
he would change into her and examine the body nude and up close.
Jennifer Austin, Britnay Spears, Lisa Marie. Tom couldn't name all the
famous bodies he examined in close detail. He even took a couple
pictures. The Polaroids scattered around his living room could have
made him a fortune in the tabloids.
Tom sat on the toilet to relieve himself. He'd come used to sitting
when he went to the bathroom almost exclusively now, just to be safe.
He'd swapped between male a female so much lately. Once the novelty of
posing in bodies of celebrities had worn off, Tom discovered something
even better: female masturbating. That was a trip, a trip that lasted
him almost a week. Tom was still amazed by how it felt. Tom couldn't
describe it in terms of the male orgasms he'd experienced. It would be
like telling about a morning swim using only mountain climbing jargon.
Washing his (or was it her) hands, Tom splashed water onto his face. He
Trailed her (or was it his) hand down caressing her breast (yeah, that
one's right).
"No," Tom scolded himself, "not any more, today."
Tom stumbled into his kitchen. He swung open the refrigerator to find
nothing. Not even a condiment remained. Tom had eaten himself out of
house and home. Whether he liked it or not, Tom had to reenter the
world of the living. He didn't have anything against going outside. He
had just been more interested in indoor activities recently.
Tom picked up his phone. He had disconnected it Wednesday or so. It was
Just bothersome. Reattaching the line, Tom sat the phone next to the
answering machine that constantly flashed that it had eight messages it
couldn't wait to tell. Against his better judgment, Tom pressed the
play button.
"Tom, this is Sharon from work..." Tom hit the next button, unwilling
to listen to his boss' voice.
"Tom, Sharon?" NEXT.
"Hey, it's Sharon again?" NEXT.
"We're getting worried?" NEXT.
"Where are you, Tom?" NEXT.
"Sharon here?" NEXT.
"If you're sick?" NEXT.
"Tom, don't bother?" Next.
"Hello, Thomas?" Tom caught himself before hitting the next button once
again.
"Melissa here. You seem to have disappeared off the map, and I was just
wondering what was up. Give me a ring."
Tom held down the delete button and removed all eight messages.
Melissa, damn.
Tom checked his watch 1:30 p.m. He'd missed two of his Sunday brunches
with her. Guilt flooded Tom, followed then by an expanding joy. Tom
really wanted to talk to someone about his new gift, but he couldn't
just go around telling anyone.
Melissa was safe. He'd trusted her with secrets before, nothing this
big, but then again, what else could be this big?
Tom shifted back into his original body. Well, close enough. Tom
removed a couple pounds, given himself a hair cut, and left his facial
stubble at a two-day growth. He hadn't used his 'real' shape in several
days, but if felt like putting on a favorite shirt. It felt like home.
* * *
"Yeah, whatever."
"No, really." Tom tried to explain.
Melissa walked around her apartment speaking sarcastically and using
finger quotation marks to accent her words. "So (finger quotes) aliens
took you to their (finger quotes) spaceship and performed experiments
on your (finger quotes) body."
"Wait, why did you put finger quotes around body?"
"Tom, this is like one of those stupid stories from the Internet you
insist on e-mailing me."
"Self-reflective humor? Like that never shows up?"
"I can get over you ditching me two weeks in a row, but this excuse?"
Tom stood, and in the same movement shift into another shape.
"Holy shit!" Melissa stopped. "You? you're?"
"I call this body Jack. It was the first shape I made up when I was
learning what I could do."
"Looks like you went the whole nine yards."
I followed Melissa's gaze to my crotch, where my oversized member
strained nicely against my jogging pants.
"Oh, yes, well, I had a lot of experimenting to do."
Melissa walked to her kitchen and got herself a drink of water. Tom
watched her, slightly confused, as she returned to him and gave him
another once over.
"This is really incredible," she finally said. "So what have you done
with it so far? I can understand you missing our brunches. I'd be
everywhere. Seeing the world through different eyes."
"Uh, yeah."
"So? Where have you been? Who have you been?"
"I've been a lot of different people, but I never actually left my
apartment."
"What was there to do there?"
"Masturbate, mainly."
"Masturbate?"
"I got a blow job, too. From the neighbor girl."
"Way to go there, Sport."
Tom hated it when Melissa called him Sport. She always did it when she
Talked down to him about relationships and sex. Melissa is what Tom
considered an expert in sex. Many a time, Tom left Melissa's apartment
drooling over the stories she told him.
Exhibitionism, bondage, group sex, Melissa dabbled in a little of
everything, and she relayed it all to Tom in graphic detail, teasing
him along the way about his own, failing sex life.
"Why does this guy, you, look so familiar?"
"He was in GQ, remember?" Tom responded, posing for her. "You said he
looked incredible."
"Even better in 3D."
Tom stopped and looked closely at Melissa. This was really affecting
her.
"What else have you tried?"
Tom thought for a seconds, then closed his eye. After shifting, he
opened them again, glaring wickedly at Melissa. Tom was fully aware of
Melissa's lesbian tendencies, and one night of drinking after watching
Girl, Interrupted, he was also aware of Melissa's attraction to
Angelina Jolie. "I've been trying all sorts of things." This wasn't a
body Tom had tried on before, and he wasn't sure why. The sweat pants
and t-shirt he wore looked like basic laziness, but on his new form, it
just reeked sexiness. In all honesty, though, Tom wasn't sure what
wouldn't look sexy on this body.
Melissa sat frozen, unsure what to do, so Tom made a move. He ran his
hand up her arm, across her next, and up and down her cheek. This
quickly snapped Melissa out of her daze. Without hesitation, Melissa
leaned forward and kissed Tom full on the lips.
A long, drawn out kiss. The two separated, and sat in silence for a
moment.
"I'm sorry," Melissa started. "I'm not sure what?"
Before she could finish, Tom dove at her, and their lips locked once
more. This time, Melissa's tongue pushed into his mouth. Melissa lay
back, melting into the couch as Tom leaned over her, his long hair
shading their faces as they remained locked together.
Melissa's arms reached out and began to caress his female body. Her
hands slid up Tom's back and held his head tightly as Tom drove his
tongue deep into her mouth.
Finally, Melissa and Tom released their grip on each other, and Tom
stood upright. Melissa sank deeper into the cushions with a wickedly
large grin on her face.
Tom stopped and took the time to look over his new body. He could see
why Melissa was so attracted to it. Long shapely legs, round hips, and
tits! Tom palmed his breasts through the t-shirt he wore, feeling their
size and weight.
"Not too bad at all."
Tom lifted the t-shirt from his frame, leaving him topless, naked from
the waist up. Tom's breast clung high on his chest, and he arched his
back to make them stand out even more, but what caught his eye the most
were his nipples, they pointed straight out, as hard and erect as his
cock ever had. That was one thing that Tom had noticed in his brief
experiences as women: nipples. He was surprised at their sensitivity.
Male nipples never really did anything for him. You might as well be
kissing his elbow. But female nipples, now that was another story.
"Are you sure we want to do this?" Melissa asked, breaking Tom's nipple
introspective. "We can stop now if we want to."
Tom sat next Melissa on the couch. Setting his hand on her knee, he
slowly ran it up her leg, under her skirt. Tom teased Melissa's upper
thighs with his now long fingernails, inching ever closer to the point
where her legs met, but never quite making contact. After toying with
her for long enough, Tom grazed her panties with his finger, feeling
the moisture.
"It doesn't seem like you want to stop."
Melissa's only response was a moan from deep inside her. Tom took this
as a welcoming, and maneuvered his fingers into her panties. Tom rubbed
his finger up and down her slit, covering it with her wetness. Then,
without ceremony, Tom sunk his finger deep inside her. Melissa's body
suddenly tensed, and she grabbed the couch's cushions tightly with each
hand. Flicking his wrist, Tom began fucking Melissa with his finger,
pushing it in and out of her as quickly as possible, pausing
momentarily deep inside and palming her crotch.
Tom pressed his body against Melissa's arm, his mouth right next to her
ear.
"Let's just see how kinky you really are," Tom accented his sentence
by licking her ear lobe.
Melissa could feel Tom change next to her. For one thing, he got
shorter; his tongue was now more on level with her ear. Also, the
breasts that pressed against her arm became a little fuller, slightly
heavier. The finger within her lost its long nail as it was joined by
another, shorter finger. Melissa rolled her head to the side, coming
face to face with herself. The shock was enough to push her over the
edge.
Melissa's hips bucked upward to meet Tom's fingers as her body was
consumed in orgasm.
When she returned to Earth, Melissa turn back to see herself sitting
topless next to her, smiling widely.
"What possessed you to change like that?"
"I don't know. The idea just popped into my head," Tom removed his hand
from beneath Melissa's skirt and wiped it off on his jogging pants. "I
wonder if what we just did would be considered masturbation?" Tom
realized his comment was lost on Melissa.
Her attention was on removing Tom's jogging pants and taking his
boxers with them. Tom now sat in Melissa's body, completely nude, with
Melissa between his legs. "What are you planning now?"
Melissa bent forward and licked the lips of Tom's vagina. Tom shuttered
so hard he kicked most of the books off Melissa's coffee table.
"Wow!"
Melissa kissed up one of Tom's thighs and down the other before
returning the attention of her mouth to Tom's crotch. Tom involuntarily
spread his legs wider as he felt Melissa's tongue enter him. The
feeling was indescribable. Melissa opened Tom's lips with her fingers
and pushed her tongue deeper inside. Tom could feel Melissa's nose
grinding against his pubic mound, but that feeling was drowned out by
what her tongue and fingers were doing inside of him.
"Oh My God!"
Melissa had her first two fingers inside Tom up to her knuckles.
Melissa drove the fingers in and out, almost trying to get them deeper
inside. Meanwhile, Melissa's tongue centered on Tom's clit and swirled
on it in a circular motion. Tom moaned so long it was almost difficult
for him to catch his breath. Tom arched his back as far as it could,
pressing himself against Melissa's eager face.
"Oh? oh? oh!"
With her free hand, Melissa slid one finger into Tom's asshole. That
was enough. Suddenly, Tom went all quiet, as if his moans and groan
Went inward. The next sound to escape was almost a growl, as Tom came.
Instinctively, Tom's hands went to the back of Melissa's head, holding
it in place, but she wasn't going anywhere. Tom had reached orgasm by
himself as a woman before, several times in fact, but it never felt
like this, never so? God Damn!!! Melissa's continued attention during
Tom's orgasm had sent him into a second, more powerful one. It felt
like it was going to rip his body apart.
When the feeling subsided, Tom collapsed back into the cushions of the
couch. That was all he could do. He gasped for air, realizing he hadn't
taken a breath through his entire second orgasm.
Melissa stood and walked away, around the couch. Tom couldn't see what
she was doing, but he could hear her going through a box of something.
Tom rolled over, but all he could see was the open door to Melissa
bedroom. The sounds of her going through her belongings were replaced
by snapping sounds.
"What's going on in there?" Tom asked in Melissa breathy, feminine way.
"Just a second," responded an identical voice.
Melissa stepped back into the living room, now completely naked except
for a couple straps of leather circling her legs and waist, which held
a plastic 10" penis in place.
"I think it's about time you got fucked, Sport."
END OF PART 2
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, it only took me five months to write the second
part of this, hopefully part three will come a lot sooner. I must
admit, the idea of shape-shifting into the form of the person you're
having sex with came in one of the many reader responses I got from my
first posting. Which just goes to show that I do listen to those who
write me.
If you liked it, drop me a line. If you didn't, drop me a line. I just
like getting e-mail.
Thanks, Will Sky ( willsky@h... )
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