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A Second Chance (inc.) by Pyrite Friday Morning I had expected that today was going to be just another day for me when I had first set out to go to my office. Just the same as every other day had been in my routine and boring life I thought, as I sat in the old-fashioned coffee-shop for my now, customary early morning break. As had become my habit, I had gone into the office first and then printed out my emails, ready to review the morning's correspondence, and then come here to do so in an environment more conducive to my desire. I had recently started coming here because I found I could cope better with such matters away from the increasingly oppressive atmosphere of the ultra modern, but soulless, office from where I ran what was left of the family business. Five years I had worked there, day after day without a break, and I would now use any excuse that would get me away from there, and checking correspondence was one of them. I paused for a moment as the waitress put the coffee I had ordered down in front of me, onto the table. Had it really been five years since my father had passed away when I was fresh out of college at the age of twenty-three? With his passing and my mother having already preceded his demise by two years I was all that was left of the family, therefore I had inherited his business. It had then naturally fallen to me to either wind it up or to attempt to maintain it. In my weakness I had chosen the latter option. The logistics and distribution company I now ran had been my father's pride and joy and he had spent all of his life building it - how could I be the one to destroy his dream? Now though, in hindsight, that might have been the best course of action for I had known nothing about the area of business that he had operated in, having majored in the arts in college, nor did I really want to. The results of my inexperience seemed to speak for themselves. Having checked the latest performance figures last night, it seemed that I was slowly running the business into the ground despite my best efforts to maintain it, and this had been an ongoing trend for some time. I had seen this coming two years ago but carried on, more out of habit than anything else, and hoped against hope that something would happen to turn things around. Now though, it was almost too late and I could see no way out. I wistfully thought of the career that I should have followed; one that could utilise the skills that I had, but what was the point? It was too late for me to do anything about the 'what might have beens' now. Doing my best to push these thoughts to the back of my mind I sipped the black Americano before breaking in half the baguette that had just been brought to me. Slowly, I took a bite out of it. This would at least give me a few more moments of escape before going through my printed list of emails. Any solace this might have given me though was soon interrupted by a shadow falling across the table. "Excuse me, would you mind very much if I shared this table with you"? I looked up and saw that the origin of the shadow, and the alluring and pleasant voice that accompanied it, was a rather pretty young girl. At first sight there was several pleasing aspects to her. She had long brunette hair that settled atop a pair of firm and average- sized breasts. Her body looked well kept and trim and her face, although hardly spectacular, held a natural beauty. In all, I found the whole package very attractive. "N..no, not at all!" I managed to get out as I wondered what good fortune had brought this girl to my table. It was then that I looked around the coffee shop and saw that there were plenty of other tables that were free. Why had she come to mine - it didn't make any sense? She must have read the look of puzzlement on my face as I turned back towards her, because she held one hand out to me and spoke quickly as if to allay any questions I might have. "Emma, Emma Woodley" she said as I lifted my own hand and returned her greeting, not knowing what else to do. "Martin, Martin Kent". "Oh, nice name - Kent as in Clarke"? "No, as in the county, twenty miles south east from London" I answered, possibly a little too tersely for she pulled back a fraction. In truth, having got over the surprise of her appearance somewhat, whether I had offended her or not really didn't bother me as I felt she was being way too forward and presumptuous with regards to my acceptance of her presence here. As if sensing my sudden change of mood she felt inside of her bag and produced a small, round, watch like device that I immediately recognised. As she held it up to me I could also see that it had a flashing green light emitting from its centre, as well as bleeping quietly. "I was just passing outside when this went off so I thought that I'd come inside and take a look. This is only the second time that this has happened to me and the first time - well, let's just say that he wasn't suitable". The sight of her device made my blood run cold for a moment as a host of forgotten memories came flooding back to the forefront of my mind. Most of these, once again, returned to the period of depression that I went through, two years ago. Without thinking I undid the top button of my shirt and reached down inside of it, retrieving an identical device whose design matched that of the girl's. I was not surprised when I saw that my own device was also flashing but this time with an orange light, confirming that it was me whom Emma had linked into. "I..I'd forgotten that I still had this thing. It's been over two years since I joined the programme and you're the first person that's ever approached me in all that time" I said, still stunned at this turn of events. We then both fell silent, neither of us seemingly knowing how to proceed and I wasn't really sure that I wanted to proceed at all - this was all so unexpected! In fact the implications of Emma's appearance were only just beginning to sink in for me and I felt a nervous contraction within my stomach, and my head became slightly dizzy, as I thought about where this might lead. Eventually, Emma broke the awkward silence. "So, are we going to discuss this then, or is there a problem"? I waited before answering her, as a waitress brought Emma's coffee, and watched her every movement with a morbid fascination as she accepted it gratefully. That brief respite though was soon over and she turned her eyes back towards me, expecting a response. "No - no, it's nothing like that at all" I answered rather too quickly, "it's just that this..this is all so unexpected!" I said, repeating my own thoughts as I turned my device over in my hands and looked at it again. "Look, I can understand you being surprised I suppose, but I checked quickly before I approached you and you are still recorded as being active. Has something changed"? "Yes - no, oh I don't know - look I'm sorry. You'll have to forgive me. I'm not quite at my best at the moment. I..I had forgotten all about this so I suppose I must be active by default" I stammered out ineffectually. Even as I was answering though, her last question was reverberating through my mind. Has something changed, she had said? Well I suppose that a lot should had changed since I had signed up for the SCi programme two years ago, searching for an escape from the failing business and my own frustrations. I would have considered anything that might have helped me escape from that situation and I thought that the SCi programme might be the thing to do so. Up to now though, I had never had any contact as a result of SCi, at all. Eventually, I emerged from my depression without their help but even now had still only progressed to the alternating mind numbing tedium and constant pressure that constituted my current lifestyle. What had really changed? Nothing - zilch - zero! Did I still want to escape, though? The fact that I could not instantly state the wasn't the case left me wide open to the possibility that this might still be an option. Maybe the fact that I had forgotten to opt out of the SCi programme was a blessing in disguise and Emma's appearance might prove to be fortuitous, but then that would mean? no, might I even dare to contemplate such a thing? Before my confusion hit overdrive though, Emma stood and handed me a metallic card with the SCi logo emblazoned over it. "Look, I can see that you need some time to think this through. You'll do that better on your own. If you take this you can check out all my details and then maybe, we could meet here again at the same time tomorrow. Maybe then you'll feel more like making a decision. How does that suit you"? "Er, okay - sure" I answered, taking her card and putting it in my jacket pocket. "And I presume that you've still got your own card?" she asked gently, coaxing me, as she stood her ground, all too aware of my uncertainty and apparent bewilderment. Embarrassed, I fumbled inside of my wallet and passed her my own card, identical to her own, and offered up another set of apologies which she quickly rebuffed. "Thank you. If you're not here tomorrow I'll assume that you're not interested and will mail this back to you" she said and then turned to leave, smiling at me once more as she walked away. I was spellbound as I looked at her shapely form and studied her movements as she made her way to the door. The way that her hips swayed and moved in time with her upper body was almost lyrical. I wondered whether such a thing came naturally to a woman, or whether it was learnt? An abstract part of me acknowledged that if I struck a bargain with Emma then I might find out for myself and I knew then that could I not deny that at least a part of me was, as Emma put it, interested. After she had gone I tried to put her to the back of my mind for a while and dutifully attended to the correspondence I had brought with me. I slowly waded through the pile but stopped after fifteen or twenty minutes when I realised that I could not remember a single thing about anything I had done in that time, and decided to give up and return to my office. That proved to be no better though and I soon found myself logging in to the SCi site with the card that Emma had given me, and going through her life details. * * * * * * * Saturday Morning I was already awake when daylight broke, having spent an interminable night tossing and turning and considering my options, and was grateful for the refreshing shower that helped to wash away my tiredness. It did nothing to ease my uncertainty however, even though I had spent all night reviewing Emma's life details. After a quick breakfast I set off for the coffee bar, knowing that I had to see Emma again, whatever the outcome. It was the first time that I had been there on a Saturday, with the coffee bar being situated in a predominately working district, and as I entered I noted that there was only one other person in there apart from Emma,. "So, you came then - does that mean you've consented?" she asked me as I sat down opposite her. She looked even better than she had yesterday, wearing an ultra short skirt and a tight fitting top. This however, merely served to unnerve me even further which was, I am sure, not the desired effect on her part. I didn't answer her immediately for in truth, I didn't know the answer, and tried to keep myself calm as I ordered a coffee. Eventually, I turned to face her. "I suppose if I'm here then it means that I'm at least considering it. To be honest, having been through your details last night, I can't imagine what you see in me to even consider me as a partner in this venture, or why you're even in the programme"! I had learnt was that she was the only daughter of the chairman of one of the top family owned companies in the country and must have been extremely wealthy in her own right. "I'm an individual, the same as you" she answered me, her voice carrying a hint of upset and irritation. "Why does anyone join the programme"? "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. It was just puzzling me, that's all. You and me - we certainly make an unlikely couple. Besides, I'm not really sure that it's what I want"! Her look of irritation quickly changed to one of disappointment but she soon recovered, treating my feelings solicitously as if I might run like a frightened rabbit. "I see. Well I don't want to force you to do anything that you're uncomfortable with so I have a proposition for you. I know that it's unusual but what would you think if I suggested that we have a trial run - no strings attached - for say, maybe the rest of the weekend. That way if you still feel uncomfortable with the idea when Monday arrives we can cancel the whole thing, as if nothing had ever happened. That way, we can both still at least get something out of this contact and will, I'm sure, benefit by the experience. What do you think"? Think - what did I think? I looked at Emma and thought about what it might be like to run my hands across her soft skin, to feel her breasts and caress the gently sloping curve of her behind. I felt my heart flutter with excitement and knew that no true man, whatever his preference, could turn down such an offer and not live to regret it. After a long pause, during which Emma did her best to hide her impatience, I finally answered her. "I think Emma, that you have yourself a deal. I need to know though, how can I trust you - how do I know you'll keep your word if I feel unhappy about our arrangement when Monday arrives"? She said nothing at first as she took out her SCi device and, with a small pencil shaped pointer, entered a code and then showed me the small screen which bleeped an acknowledgement. "Okay, and if you'll look at yours then you'll see that it now reads the same". I took my own device from around my neck and saw that it did. "There - that's logged the terms of our trial with SCi so they can always intervene if you have a problem, or think that I'm trying to pull a scam". "Okay then - I believe you. So when do we do it then?" I asked her, feeling momentarily ashamed for having questioned her integrity, but I have always been of a cautious nature. She reached across the table and held onto me with her left hand and with her other reached into her handbag and brought out a large metal cigar shaped object. "How about now. The sooner we do it then the more time we have to find out whether this is going to work or not". Taking a deep breath I thought about it for a moment and then nodded my acceptance. I felt my heart skip a beat as she slid the metal tube onto my index finger and then inserted her own from the other side to meet mine. I watched her press an assortment of buttons on the top of the tube as she smiled and suddenly, experienced a drawing sensation before everything started spinning and I felt myself about to black out. Before that happened though, the world started to settle again and as things fell into focus I saw the same smile that I had seen just a few moments earlier. This time though, it was somewhat different being on another's face - my own! "Phew! That was some trip, eh! What a buzz". I swallowed deeply, mentally searching my body for a sign that I was now who I knew I must be, but my senses were in turmoil and I couldn't trust anything they told me. Instead, I just looked at myself and feebly uttered the only thing I could think of". "Emma - is that you"? It was strange to see the face I had been used to seeing every single day of my life staring back at me from a mirror, from this new perspective. Maybe it was the fact that a mirror reverses an image and that I was seeing myself as others have seen me for the first time, but there was something different about the way I looked, I thought. "It is but maybe it's better if you don't call me that anymore. My name's Martin now and you'd better use that name, at least for now, and I'll start calling you Emma". The calm and casual way that she had said this shocked me but I tried to calm down a little, not wanting to be labelled as a hysterical woman in the first few moments of my new acquired female existence. I took a deep breath as I had done already so many times today, and tried to compose myself. "Okay, I suppose that makes sense, but it's my soul - my still very male soul - that's here in this female body of yours, so you'll forgive me if I slip up occasionally. This is going to be an effort.. it'll take some getting used to". "Don't take too long though, we don't want to cause any complications for ourselves". "I know, but it..this all seems so strange. It's all happened so fast"! I could tell that Emma, I continued to think of her as a 'her' despite what she had said, wasn't having the same problems with this as I was. She seemed to be ignoring me almost, as she flexed her arms experimentally, whereas I hadn't even looked at the body I was in, yet. I was still in shock at seeing my own body under somebody else's control - it was so confusing! "Yes - it does feel strange. I can feel the power of being a man already, really feel it, even though you could hardly call this body strong". I felt myself prickle at what I saw as her implied criticism of my body but shook that aside quickly. Suddenly, I wanted to get away somewhere - somewhere where I could be on my own. "So what? what happens now?" I said, looking down at my own inherited body for the first time. It felt so strange to be looking down at Emma's - my - breasts from this angle. They looked even bigger than they had seemed before and I became so focussed on them that I almost missed what Emma was saying. "Here - take this card back, the one I gave you yesterday. You've already looked at it so you'll know that it contains everything you'll ever need to know about me and my life. It shouldn't take you too long to learn enough about me to get by". As I took the offered card I watched numbly as she reached inside of the handbag she had left on the table and took out the card that I had given to her yesterday. Of course, she would need it for the same reason that I needed Emma's. She then took a piece of paper and wrote something on it before handing it to me. "That's the address of the hotel where I've been staying. It's already paid up for another four days so you don't have to worry about a thing. All meals and drinks are included". "Oh, thanks" I answered, feeling numb once again at the speed of events. It seemed that Emma had thought of everything. "Okay then, I'll be going now. I want to find out all about you and what it's like to be a man in a man's world" she said, and leant across to kiss me, platonically, on the cheek. "Don't forget, ten o'clock Monday - prompt!" was all I could think of to say, trying to sound decisive but my voice only sounded 'squeaky', and I watched, what had only minutes ago been, my own body walk out of the coffee bar. * * * * * * * I sat in the coffee bar for what seemed like hours, cradling the half-empty coffee cup that Emma had ordered earlier, but in reality it could have been no longer than a few minutes. As I held the coffee cup I found myself sipping at it automatically, as I wondered what I should do next. As soon as I became aware of what I was doing though, and looked at the lipstick stains that adorned the cups edge, I experienced a feeling of extreme revulsion as I realised that someone else's - Emma's - mouth had already been there. I knew that my feelings were illogical as the lips that had left the imprint were now the very same ones that I now controlled, but I couldn't shrug away that first feeling and put the cup down on the table. I decided that I wanted to get away from here and managed to pluck up the courage to try standing in the heels that Emma had put on this morning. I'd have preferred her to have worn something more manageable to make things easier for me, but I suppose that never occurred to her. As I raised myself and made to take a step, I expected to go crashing to the floor but surprisingly enough, had no problems at all. I then remembered the claims of the SCi process. According to them the SCi device transferred all of your life experiences and memory, along with your soul, to the new body, but the host body retained all of its low level subliminal 'body' memories to allow it function normally. Without these the 'new owner' would be virtually useless and in an almost baby like state until it could learn how to co-ordinate its new body properly. Well, it seemed as if they hadn't been exaggerating because I was soon walking and swaying my hips as well as any woman born, and I quickly made my way to the Ladies restroom. I had already decided that my first action as a woman would be to go to that most hallowed of female sanctuaries. I had always wanted to know what it was like in there and now seemed as good as time as any to find out. I entered the restroom with a feeling of anticipation but that soon faded and as I looked around, all I felt was disappointment. Apart from having a couple of different dispensers hanging from the wall, and the lack of any urinals, it was no different really from the Men's room. True, the mirror was larger and better lit than its male counterpart, and it seemed generally to be more designed to make you feel comfortable, but that was it. These observations were minor though, in comparison to what stared back at me from the large mirror as I started to appreciate Emma's body all over again. Could that gorgeous reflection really be me or was this all some fevered hallucination? Of course, intellectually I knew there was only one answer to that question but intellect is only a part of the mix that makes us human, and the emotional side of me demanded physical proof. Still watching my reflection, and feeling almost voyeuristic as I did so, I felt across the front of this woman's chest and gently squeezed her breasts. It was completely unreal, watching this girl feeling herself up and at the same time experiencing the resulting sensations from within my own body. The more I did so however, then the more I came to accept it as fact and I began to acknowledge the girl in the mirror as myself, or at least as the possessor of this body. Once that initial hurdle had been overcome I tried to analyse what it was that I was feeling. As a man I would have become incredibly aroused to be doing to a female body what I was now doing to myself. My actions though, were not sexual in nature, they were more curiosity, and the reality was that it wasn't unpleasant though neither was it particularly nice. It was just some extra flesh moving around where I hadn't been used to having any before and was about as erotic as if I had fondling, as a man, my flaccid, unaroused penis. Maybe there wasn't such a difference between what men and women feel after all, I thought to myself! Feeling a little bolder now, following my initial foray into this previously unknown territory, I started to hike up the skirt I was wearing, lost in the moment and forgetting where I was. I was quickly reminded though as I heard the sound of footsteps approaching and I could hardly stop myself from gasping as I saw a woman entering. Irrationally I suppose, I felt a mild sense of panic at sharing such an intimate room with a female and only just managed to smooth the skirt back down in place just before she saw me. I felt myself flush and as soon as I saw her enter one of the cubicles I made a quick exit, deciding to wait until I could get a little more privacy before I went any further with my explorations. * * * * * * * Friday Afternoon Once out of the coffee shop I found that Emma had left me plenty of money in her purse, and decided I would take a taxi to the hotel where she was staying and try and make some sort of plan for the weekend. I had to get myself organised and that seemed the best place to start. The trip across town gave me a chance to reflect on Second Chance inc. and what I had signed up for. I seemed incredible that it had only been seven years since they had started up as a business. Such had been the impact of their arrival on the worlds' culture that it seemed far longer than that! There had been general disbelief at first when the nameless founders of SCi announced that they had made an amazing discovery, one that allowed two consenting adults to transfer memories and whatever it was that constituted the soul, between each other. In other words, they had invented a genuine body swapping device. SCi have always vehemently refused to reveal how the exchange was facilitated, and that remains so to this day, other than it was biologically triggered and that it needed two people to make it work. There was certainly no upload and downloading of memories into a machine and then making a transfer - nothing like that. It needed two honest to goodness human bodies linked it via their central nervous system else nothing happened. I thought back to the first version of the Sci device that was revealed to the public. It had been the size a desktop PC but this had been trimmed down to the cigar shaped tube device like that which Emma had used with me, within four months of the first public release. Initial demonstrations of the device did nothing to convince the sceptics who insisted it was all an elaborate scam, claiming that the individuals used to test the device were all SCi employee. This, and their early refusal to allow anyone outside of the pilot programme team access to the device, reinforced the doubters claims. Disbelief though, soon changed to first incredulity and then acceptance after one of the older male sceptics from the science community, a professor Otten, exchanged bodies with a popular female model of the day live on national television. Despite the ensuing scandal as the former male tried to later abscond with his pert, young body before being forcibly returned to his own, there was an overwhelming demand from a large part of the population. Once fully established, entrance to the SCi programme became a much sought after item. Initially there had been teething problems but these were of a social nature rather than anything technical. For instance, the number of men who wanted to exchange bodies with women outnumbered them by a ratio of ten to one. This was possibly because it seemed as if there were more men who had the money to afford the exorbitant sign-up fee than women. Equally possible was that there were more men interested in becoming girls for some reason, than the other way around. Whatever the reason, that was the way it was and it led to female programme members being constantly harassed by men, desperate to have their bodies. To get around this problem SCi introduced an identification device for all programme participants. It worked on the basis of a small local transmitter that would indicate when a fellow participant was within spitting distance, approximately twenty feet. CHECK THIS PART It operated as a two tier system whereby females could identify likely male and female exchange candidates but men could only identify other males and would have to wait for a female to approach them and offer a body swap. That was why Emma had been able to detect my device, but I was unaware of hers until she approached me. That wasn't the end of the problems though for soon after the inception of the programme there followed all sorts of legal issues about who owned what once a body swap had taken place following a couple of high profile lawsuits, not to mention religious protests. These were dealt with swiftly though, too swiftly in some peoples minds. The religious protests quickly died a death due to a general lack of interest, the church holding little influence, and a ruling that stated the body would retain any assets, debts and anything else that the original owner had acquired, came into law. It was not universally popular but generally accepted. Of course, this required that people knew the full background of whoever's life they were taking over before they changed, but even that didn't totally eradicate the protests. There were soon claims that the impossibly high sign up fees, for most people, were a violation of human rights, and that it was every human's right to have a second chance in another's body. For my own part, I had only managed to afford it as a result of the life insurance policies that I had inherited along with my father's business, else I could not even have entertained the idea. "Lady, we're here now". The cab driver announcing our arrival caused me to snap out of my daydream. I was a little taken aback at being referred to as 'lady', but that didn't last as I looked at the hotel where we had stopped. It was one of the most expensive in town. I paid the driver, giving him a generous tip before letting myself out, and walked nervously into the hotel lobby. "Hello Miss Woodley, I trust you are well" one of the doormen said to me as he went to summon lift. I wasn't too sure how to answer at first. Did he expect me to answer him by name - just how well did Emma know him? I soon found out that one of the advantages of being a pretty young woman is that it didn't really matter. A simple smile and a 'fine, thank you' was more than enough to keep him happy and I was soon taking the lift up to the fourth floor where her room was situated. I closed the door behind me and sighed with relief. I couldn't believe that I had travelled half way across London wearing a short skirt and heels, and that nobody had noticed anything unusual. I think I would have laughed out loud, hysterically, if I hadn't been concentrating so hard on stopping my legs from shaking. There were only two thoughts going through my mind now as I recovered. The first was the obvious one; the one I had been interrupted with in the Ladies restroom, earlier, when I had been about to explore what was now lay between my legs. The second was my continued puzzlement about why Emma had chosen to trade bodies with me. My thoughts regarding SCi during the taxi ride had brought it to the forefront of my mind again. Sure, I knew that I wasn't bad looking or anything, but I was hardly hunk of the month, either. Moreover, I knew that she must have, by now, examined the details on my own card and seen that I was facing slow, but sure, financial ruin. Unbelievingly enough, that second question was now the most prominent and I found myself taking out her card once again, and inserting it into the terminal on the wall. It took only a second before the screen kicked into life and as with the first time, a hologram of her body appeared in front of me, slowly rotating so that I could see her from almost every angle. Despite the fact that it was me that now possessed that body I could still appreciate the natural beauty being displayed but this time it was the series of facts depicting her status and life history scrolling alongside her that I was more interested in. I could look at her real body now, anytime I wanted, and in more interesting ways than any hologram could show. This time I paid much more attention to her life history, noting that at eighteen, she was the youngest child of a wealthy family, having one elder brother, Thomas. Further details revealed that she had been well educated at a private school and, as I had suspected, was independently wealthy. Wow, she seemed to have it all! I ran my hands down my body as I continued to read the ever growing list of details and then chose the print option so I could read it all again, more comfortably, and at my leisure. As I skimmed her details again I began to feel a growing concern. For the life of me, I couldn't understand why she had joined the SCi programme or why she was seemingly prepared to give up everything she had just to become a 'soon to be' impoverished male. It just didn't make sense! Maybe she was just using the trial as an excuse to see what it was like to be a man and was intending to change back to herself when Monday arrived, anyway. Yeah - it must be that. With her money she could afford to enter the programme again and then choose someone more successful than me and more to her liking. That I could at least understand. Convincing myself that this must be what she was planning put my mind at rest a little, although I still had a few nagging doubts. I forgot about these though, as my attention came back to the body I now possessed. I went to the full length mirror inside the bathroom and stared at myself again. What must it be like to actually be Emma Woodley, to really be a woman, I asked myself? I looked at the skirt that I was wearing and remembered the unashamed stares from men that I had attracted, when I had been outside. I was well aware of them examining my body, not caring whether I was aware of what they were doing or not, and in all honesty I would have probably done the same had I been in their position. After all, it was an extremely attractive body. I knew though that this was just a small part of what it might mean to be a girl and something inside of me was scared of finding out what else I might discover. My first instincts were that I couldn't really imagine spending the rest of my life as a female having to go through that, and I knew that I would have turned Emma's proposition down flat without the option of a trial period first. Why was I being so negative though! Trying to change my mood I tried smiling at myself and then turning my body to one side to admire the curve of Emma's behind - my behind. I addressed my concerns by restating that this was just a trial after all, and it would need my positive consent to make this arrangement permanent. For now though I had access to a large amount of money, a beautiful body and the rest of the weekend to see how the other half lived. I lifted my smooth and refined hand and pulled the top over my head, exposing the bra and the firm breasts that I had played with earlier. Removing the bra I stroked my nipples gently and noticed the difference from when I had done this earlier, in the restroom. - this time they felt incredibly firm and sensitive. I started to become aware of other parts of my body responding in kind and smiled once again, watching myself in the mirror as I did so. "Who knows - I might even get to enjoy this" I said to myself as I started removing the rest of the clothes Emma had put on this morning. I had done enough thinking for one day and wanted to find out a little more about the body I had acquired - intimately! * * * * * * * Sunday Evening It had been my first complete day spent as a female and as I sat in front of the dressing table mirror and looked at myself, I tried to analyse my thoughts and feelings. What would I say to Emma if he/she asked me whether I had decided to agree to make the transfer permanent? How had I truly found my experience as a member of the opposite sex? I weighed up the pros and cons, or at the least the ones that I had managed to discover in the course of a day and a half. I knew that these could not possibly be representative of the total experience of what it must be like to live as a female from day to day, but it would have to do for now - it was all I had. Besides, I already knew what my answer was going to be but I wanted to mull it over a little so that I could answer Emma as confidently and in as honest a way as possible. I still suspected that she was just using the trial to spend the weekend in a male body, but I didn't want to give offence by not giving it any thought. First the pros. I had to admit that Emma's body was far more sensitive than the one I had grown up in. The feelings I had gone through when I had caressed my own aroused breasts, and particularly my nipples, would be indescribable to a man. I suppose the nearest that I can get to it would be to compare it to having two miniature erections and the sensation you get from gently stroking underneath the glans. That really doesn't do it justice though, not what from I have felt inside a genuine female body. What makes the sensations that I felt that extra special and superior to a man's equivalent, is the fact that at the same time I was playing with my nipples, my clitoris was also responding and becoming so hyper sensitive to my touch that I almost hit the roof the first time I tried it. I just hope no one heard me! Of course, I had also entered myself, feeling inside my body with my fingers. I had been nervous about doing that but ultimately, found it impossible to resist, at least once, but the experience was far less satisfying that playing with my other parts. I had begun to understand why penetration was not the be all and end all that men make it out to be. What else was there? Well, I suppose that it actually feels quite nice to walk along a street knowing that you look good and that others appreciate you for doing so, once you get used to being a girl in public, that is. That's something that a man never really gets. There is also the fact that a pretty female receives far more courtesy such as having doors opened for you, chairs pulled back by waiters, and many other similar occurrences, even in this day and age. There was also the undeniable freedom of being able to wear whatever you wanted and having it accepted by all, whether it was a pretty dress, a pair of trousers or even shorts. Emma had a full wardrobe with her so I had plenty of choice, although I settled for wearing either a dress or skirts. I had initially intended to make myself feel a little more secure and wear trousers, something that I was used to, but then I thought if I was going to be a female over the weekend, I should at least try to maximise the experience. Apart from that though, I really couldn't think of much else. The list of cons come far more easily to me. For one thing, although my masturbatory experiments had been wonderful, I had still wanted to feel the sensations of penetration, with me being one doing the pentrating! Maybe it was just a lifetime of male conditioning that couldn't be eradicated overnight, but somehow, just playing with my female sex organs only left me partially satisfied - I still wanted to penetrate! Also, the thought that if I stayed this way then I would be the one being penetrated was abhorrent to me. It wasn't only the sexual side that had int's cons though. In terms of the courtesy shown and of people admiring the way I looked, I have already admitted that I enjoyed it at times. The downside though was that it left me feeling very vulnerable. It seemed men in particular, were always staring at me and being a man myself, at least mentally, I could imagine what they were thinking and it scared me. I found myself wanting to be where other people were all the time, scared to be alone in case I might be overpowered. Is this what it must be like for all women, I thought, always feeling there physical inferiority? And, of course, wearing skirts and dresses did nothing to lessen those feelings. They might give more freedom in many ways but they had always left me feeling exposed and accessible. I suppose I could go on listing the cons, but what was the point? Did I really need to go on about waiting in line to use the restroom and when you did finally get there, having to practically undress yourself before you could perform the most basic of human acts? Do I have to complain about how difficult I had found it having to cope with make up, and how I gave up in the end, preferring to go au natural? No, not really. I had already made up my mind about what I wanted to do so I would just have an early night and then tell Emma that I wanted my body back. I started to undress myself, unable to stop looking at my reflection as I did so, and admiring Emma's body once again and wishing I could have been here and enjoyed it as Martin, rather than being in it. I could feel my nipples harden and the first signs of dampness from between my legs at these thoughts. Unconsciously, I ran my finger down and spread the moisture around my slit, shivering at the delicious irritation I received as I did so. "I suppose that I'd better make the most of this while I can" I said to myself, seductively. Even as I fell to the bed to enjoy Emma's body once again, I knew that this would definitely be the last time that I would do so. There was no way that Emma would ever let me do this to her body once she was back in possession of it. * * * * * * * Monday Morning It was with a mixture of apprehension and relief that I walked into the coffee bar this morning, although it was mainly apprehension that I felt at this moment. I've never felt comfortable in confrontational situations, one of the reasons I suppose why I've struggled with the running of the business, and I knew that's what this meeting might turn into if she wanted to keep my body. I wasn't looking forward to this at all. "Hello 'Emma', take a seat" she said, looking up from the pile of correspondence that she was scanning. I balked when she called me Emma but I was impressed, despite myself, with her attention to detail. She had obviously taken note that I was dealing with office work when she arrived here and saw me on Friday, and she had a similar pile of papers in front of her. I nodded in response, not wanting to refer to her using my own birth name, and sat down as gracefully as I could manage. As I did so I looked in the mirror that was placed on the wall behind her, still not used to the reflection that stared back at me but wanting to see it this way for the last time. I rubbed my chin nervously and felt its smoothness, still remembering how weird it had felt the last two mornings, waking up and not having to shave. "So then, how was your weekend? I hope it was as interesting as mine" she started, sparking my curiosity as to what she might have been doing. "It..it was unusual, shall we say" I answered, suddenly finding it hard to talk. Emma nodded, although she seemed a little preoccupied as she looked at the watch on her wrist and then around the coffee bar. I followed her gaze and noticed that the place was almost empty, just as it had been on Saturday. "Well I had a blast" she continued, "and I would have told you all about it, but I think we need to get down to things. A business doesn't run itself, you know". I nodded again and waited for her to start, not knowing how, what might be, be bad news as far as she was concerned. I was starting to get an ominous feeling about this though, as her interest in the business seemed to indicate she wanted to keep things as they were. It wasn't going to be her choice though. It would need both of us to enter the code into SCi device, giving our positive assent to this change, to make it permanent and I wasn't about to do that. I tried to relax myself but still felt tense as she looked me straight in the eye. "I'll cut to the chase. I've decided that I'd like to keep this body. I love being a man and having the freedom to be able to do things that I could only have ever dreamed about before, and especially for the sex - it was incredible"! Her boldness and the frank admission that she had used my body for sex shocked me. She had actually gone and had sex with a girl, I presume, and in my body! I felt violated, even if I was being a little irrational. "Look, I..I'm sorry, I hardly know how to say this," I stuttered, "but I want my body back. I've gone along with the trial period but I've found out that I really don't want to be female, even with all the advantages of wealth being you would give me". There, it was out. I had said it. I felt an enormous sense of relief as I watched Emma reach inside of her jacket pocket and take out the transfer device that she had used to change us on Saturday morning. Thank the Lord, it looked as if she was going to accept the situation gracefully without trying to persuade me to change my mind. I watched her as she put her finger inside of it and then did the same with my own. "I am really sorry if I've disappointed you but as I said, it just really wasn't for me!" I said, suddenly wanting to talk and finding my voice with ease now as she powered up the device. "Well of course I am disappointed. It would have been so much easier all round if you'd have been happy in my body. I'm afraid though, that the end result will be the same" she said as she pressed a button on the device. The minute that she did so I froze, literally froze in position as my body became paralysed. I inwardly started to panic as I used whatever willpower that I could muster to shout or scream for help, but not a muscle moved from either my lips or anywhere else. "I'll bet that you're wondering what's going on" Emma said as she slid her finger out and then pulled it away. AS it left my hand I could see that there was now a narrow ring on my index finger where the device had been. "Of course, you can't answer can you - how silly of me to forget. Look up at me" she said, and to my horror I felt my head moving and then my eyes refocusing and looking at her just as she had instructed. "As you might have gathered, I modified the SCi device a little to hide that ring inside of it. That ring, by the way, has a tiny needle that has now entered your nervous system and allows me to control you, completely. You can no longer do anything other than what I tell you to do, and when I give you an instruction, you can't do anything but obey me. Now, why don't you relax a little and look more comfortable. I don't want anybody to see anything unusual". I tied to will myself to ignore her command but knew that I was completely in her power when I felt the tenseness in my muscles that I had been feeling, slip away completely. I think I might have wet myself had I been able, but even that action would now require her command! "That's better. Now I can explain what this is all about. You see, although you might think that I've had a sheltered life the reality has been a lot different. Oh, there's always been as much money as I ever wanted available to me and it might be hard for you to understand why I would want to give that up for the little you had to offer me. Well, there's more to life than money, I can tell you. Have you ever heard the story of the bird in a gilded cage"? There was nothing I could do to respond to her question so I just sat there with my body totally relaxed but with my mind as highly strung as tightened steel wire. "Oh, I forgot - you can't answer, sorry. I'll assume that you know that although the bird's cage is made of gold, it's still a cage and that the bird is still a prisoner. That's how I felt. I was born into a wealthy and successful family but there was one thing wrong with them - they were living in the dark ages. To them, it was always the son that inherited everything and a girl was just there to provide breeding stock and to use if some family merger was needed. Can you imagine how that must feel, ten years into the twenty second century? You don't need to answer, even if you could, because you'll soon have a far greater insight into what it was like than you might ever have imagined". I listened to her words with growing trepidation, having no doubt now that she had planned this all along, to steal my body. "This," she said, putting her hand on my arm, "this body was my own gilded cage and my body became my own prison. Although I am older than my brother it is him that's being groomed to take over the reigns, not me - just because I was a girl. It is so unfair. I have studied and passed every exam I have taken with distinction, specialising in business studies. To my parents though, that means nothing. I was a girl so I shouldn't have to be worrying about complicated things such as business - I should be spending my time keeping myself pretty and hoping for some rich man to snap me up and keep me in the life that had been planned for me". A silence descended as Emma paused for breath, and then compose herself as I sat, still unable to do anything but wait for her to continue. "I made myself a vow that this wasn't going to be the life for me. Maybe I had more of my father's blood in me than they realised but I was determined that I wasn't going to end up like some Stepford wife, doting on her husband and then wheeled for display like some trophy when he needed me. Just because it was good enough for my mother doesn't mean it's good enough for me"! Despite my predicament, I felt myself getting wrapped up in this story and would have even felt sorry for Emma if I hadn't suspected that I was going to be the 'fall guy' at the denouement. "I have spent most of life rebelling against my parents and I think they tolerated it because they thought I would change when I got older. It became obvious to them, once I graduated, that this wasn't going to be the case. In fact, I suppose to their eyes, I actually became more pig-headed and got worse. It was two days after my latest spat with them that I overheard them discussing their concern and what my father had planned for me. Therapy - that's what he called it, I'd call it something else though - brainwashing. That's what they intended to do to me - brainwash me into becoming the good little girlie they had always wanted. They could do it as well, if my father says he can do something then I know he's not exaggerating. Hell - maybe that's how he got my mother to dance to his tune all these years, as far as I know! That's was when I ran away. It was my only chance. Runing away wouldn't be enough though. I knew that wherever I went I would be tracked down eventually, however long it took. My only escape would be to assume someone else's life and get them to take my place and that was when I entered the programme. It was a t that point that I also decided that changing bodies wouldn't be enough for me, either. After all I had been through and suffered as a result of my gender I wanted a complete change and that I wanted to be male. The way I see it, being male would give me all the advantages I need to succeed in business, which is what I really want to do with my life, rather than trying to fight the system as just another female, and that's where you came in". I became horror stricken, watching helplessly, as she took each of our SCi devices and entered another code, presumably confirming that our exchange was now permanent, and then drop them to the floor. She followed this by grinding them with the heel of her shoe until they were completely unrecognisable. Any hope I had of persuading her to change her mind had been wiped out by her actions and I felt total despair as she looked back at me, her face carrying a satisfied smile. "In case you're wondering why I didn't just leave with your body after we exchanged on Saturday, that would not have served my purpose. I didn't want to take over your life as it was; I deserve something from my former life to compensate me for what I've been through. Before we swapped I transferred a million euros to your - now my - bank account, and I intend to re-build your business and make it successful again with that money. Oh, and there's also the little matter of letting my parents know where they might find their little daughter so that she can return to the bosom of her family and assume the life destined for her". I had hoped that she might have freed me, now that there was no chance of us changing back, but it seemed that even that small comfort was going to be denied to me. I followed where I estimated her eyes were looking by the mirror's reflection and saw the coffee shop door open and two people walk in. There was a late middle-aged distinguished looking man and a woman and I knew who they were before Emma whispered it to me. The woman looked exactly like an older version of Emma, although she was better groomed and more expensively clothed than what I was sitting in. "Please don't think too bad of me - I had no choice. Now you just be on your best behaviour 'Emma'. It won't be so bad - really! By the time their programming kicks in then you won't want to be anything else other than a dutiful daughter and a loving wife. Even though you'll always remember being Martin Kent, that life will seem less and less real to you by the day. They're coming now so I'll say my last goodbye and hope that. Somehow, you can find it in your heart to forgive me. You can never reveal your true self to anyone - from now on you will only answer to Emma". Her final words had sealed my fate and like a tethered lamb I watched and waited as Emma's parents approached and then joined us at the table. "Mr. Kent I presume" the man said, and then shook Emma's hand as she confirmed his assumption. "You've done well. I am in your debt". "My privilege sir. I know how upsetting it is for a family to have a runaway child so when Emma confided in me what she had done, I felt it was my duty to inform you". "And you did the right thing for poor misguided child. She will learn to understand eventually, that there is no substitute to having a loving family to care for you" he said, as I felt him ruffle my hair 'affectionately'. "Quite" Emma replied, "and as soon as we can settle the matter of .. er, my reward then I'll hand over control of Emma to you. I've got a business to run and can't spend too much longer away from my office". "Of course, or course dear boy. I understand completely" Emma's father replied as he took out a PDA and punched a few keys. As he did so Emma felt in her pocket and extracted what had once been my own PDA. I knew that they were confirming that the funds had been transferred and once that had been done to their satisfaction they shook hands again. "Thank you - so that was five hundred thousand euros and the guaranteed patronage of your business over the next two years, just as you promised" Emma said, smiling. "I always keep my promises my boy, " he said, looking at me sinisterly, leaving me to worry just how much Emma had upset him! Emma then instructed me to accept orders only from my parents and to do anything they asked of me, without question and I felt a shift in my thinking to accept that command, despite my reluctance to do so. The effectiveness of the ring was then demonstrated, once again. "Stand Emma, and smile as if you're happy" I heard 'my' mother say to me, and I felt myself rising instantly and a warm smile appear on my face. Satisfied that she now had control, Emma's mother continued to instruct me. "Thank Mr. Kent dear, for all he has done for you and courtesy, graciously". "Thank you Mr. Kent, for everything you have done for me" I stated without any delay, and then bobbed, pulling the sides of my skirt as I did so. I was then Emma's father's turn to take control as he took me by the arm and started to lead me towards the door. "Oh, it's so good to have you back darling. I DO so much love you, despite how much you've hurt me. Now tell me that you'll never ever do anything so silly again, and that you'll always be your father's little girl". I made one last effort to scream but instead found myself repeating what I had been told, telling him that I would always be his little girl. My humiliation was complete and my spirit broken but I continued to smile happily, as I had been instructed as I was taken outside and into a waiting limousine. I could only guess as to my destination but knew that wherever it would be, it would result in my becoming Emma Woodley to all intents and purposes, programmed to live her life, forever". * * * * * * * Epilogue One Year Later It had been a long and hectic day for Martin and he was starting to get weary. The preparations for today had taken weeks and he had been in constant demand by well wishers and organisers since he had woken up this morning. At this precise moment though he was grateful to be left alone, at least that is what he had thought until he saw his father-in-law approaching him. "Martin, at last. This is the first chance I've had to see you on your own my boy. I just wanted to say how delighted I am to welcome you back into the family". The younger man took the proffered hand and then raised his drink, puzzled at his companions choice of words, but shrugging it aside, too emotionally drained to give it his full attention. As he put his glass back down he looked over towards the beautiful young woman who was talking to some of her friends and laughing, gaily. He fellt excited by her - she looked an absolute vision, wearing her going away outfit that she had changed into immediately after the wedding banquet. All he wanted now was to get away with her, to get her on his own and he could help her out of it. First though, he would have see out this conversation with his new father-in-law. He turned back and forced a smile to his face. "Thank you, and I must congratulate you for producing such a lovely daughter and one who I'm now proud to call my wife. It is hard to believe that it's the same rebellious girl who you took away last year. Although I've said it before, I must confess to being impressed with whatever treatment it was that you arranged for her. She seems to be positively glorifying in the womanhood that previously, she seemed so anxious to deny"! "Yes Martin, she has responded well and is the complete daughter, although it was expected. Over the years I have found the therapy to be an effective way of dealing with those who feel inclined to oppose me, in whatever situation. That wasn't why I wanted this quick talk with you now though. I wanted to tell you how impressed I've been with how you've grown your business during the last year. It is very impressive". Martin's face flushed with pride at this compliment, for he knew that Mr Woodley was not one for handing out praise, lightly. His pleasure was guarded though, for he hadn't missed the earlier implications from his father-in-law earlier comment regarding how he might deal with opposition and wondered how many others he had used it on. "Th..that's most generous of you sir, although you had no small part to play in that yourself. Why, without your patro..". "Nonsense, I merely gave you a reward to help you kick start whatever it was you wanted to do. Believe me, if you hadn't made a success of things then there is no way you would now have my daughter's hand, whatever the circumstances. I would have made sure of that"! Martin lifted his glass and swallowed another mouthful of drink, having no doubt whatsoever that this would have been the case and feeling grateful that he had not got on the wrong side of this man. He then stole another glance at his bride as the older man continued. "No, I've been most impressed indeed. You've proved ruthless where you've had to, pruning away the dead wood where you found it, rewarding those who would bring you most benefit, and also taking measured risks that have yielded their own rewards. No, as I said - I'm most impressed. In fact, I can recognise a lot of myself in you and would say that you are a man after my own heart"! "Th..thank you sir" Martin replied, feeling a shiver run down his spine at his father-in-laws words, knowing that he was nearer to the truth than he could have imagined. "Yes, I think it has worked out rather well. You do make a better son-in-law than a daughter, don't you agree 'Emma'"? Martin felt his heart drop and the world start to spin around him for a second at the unexpected turn this conversation had taken. Somehow, the man who had once been his father knew who he really was, but how? "Don't try denying it, I've been lied to by far more qualified people than yourself. Quite honestly, it was the only part of your plan that you hadn't really covered very well. I guessed that something wasn't as it should have been - I've got a keen instinct you know, and it was quite easy to counteract any command you might have given her once I had control of the ring started her treatment". Martin mopped the perspiration that had suddenly dampened his brow as he feared what was going to follow this revelation. He'd rather kill himself than be returned to his female body and be turned into something so feminine and ladylike as his father had done to the original Martin. "So you know then. Wh..what are you going to do now"? Mr Woodford put his own drink down on the table, felt inside his pocket, and then produced a metal case. Martin started to quail, trying to imagine what kind device it was that his father-in-law had, and what he was going to do with it. "Here, take one of these and then I'll answer your question". Martin's hand were shaking as he took the cigar that Mr Woodford had taken out of the case and it took a moment for him to steady himself enough to allow his father-in-law to light it before then lighting his own. He then had to wait a moment as the air between them filled with smoke, before he received an answer. "I'm not going to do anything my boy, nothing at all. The way I see things are that any man that will allow a woman to steal take his body and then allow himself to be converted into a simpering female deserves all that he gets. Oh sure, she did put up some token resistance at first, but after three months of conditioning she seemed to think that becoming my doting daughter was the best thing that could have possibly happened to her, not that I gave her any choice" he laughed, without humour. Martin looked at Mr Woodfords determined and steely blue eyes, silently thanking the heavens that he had managed to escape his former body before he had been captured by his father, otherwise the new Emma's fate would have been his. "I also decided that if you were so independent and determined to succeed in business, even if it meant trading the body of your birth to do so, then I would give you a chance to prove yourself, monitoring your progress as you did so. Once it was obvious that you were doing well then it wasn't hard for me to arrange for you to meet the new Emma again, and I was delighted when you in love with her. Let me reassure you though, that part wasn't down to my programming, in case you wondered. I had nothing to do with that. I merely set the playing field and let nature take its course. Of course, with each of you being in the others body there was a natural attraction for each other, albeit one that you could be described as slightly unconventional, so it is not that surprising". "Wh..why you - I can't believe this! You manipulating, old..". "No need for flattery by boy", the older man cut Martin short, patting him on the shoulder. "As I have said, it has all worked out well. I have the daughter I always planned to have and I also have a son-in-law who is more competent and more likely to be able to run a major company one day than my real son will ever be". Martin sat quietly, not able to take this all in as his father-in-law continued. "Yes - my son. I've been worried about Thomas for some time. He might have been your elder brother once, but he's shown non of your acumen in any which way. I'd been trying to groom him to take over the business, much to your consternation, I know, yet he has failed eve