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Igor's Adventures in Ginger
By Legion Many
I watched patiently as Dr. Boris Balintoff switched all the
castaways waiting for him to see his mistake. Seven people
meant only three switches and one left over. He switched
them in opposite lines (rich and powerful for weak and
poor, big and manly for small and effeminate, cute and
simple for smart and handsome) leaving the movie star with
no one to switch with.
"Take care of her Igor," the doctor barked at me, motioning
to the tied woman as he escorted the professor and the girl
down to the dungeon. He was pleased with himself, he would
secure them down stairs and then retire for the night.
I had all the time I wanted and I wanted to spend it as the
beautiful redhead. I bullied her into the pod and untied
her, and then closing the door I ran for the controls. I
watched Balintoff build and work the machine and knew how
to run it giving myself five seconds on the timer I ran for
the second pod.
The world spun around on me and I found myself in the other
pod. There was a brighter sheen on the world than when I
stepped into the pod, not only that everything seemed
bigger. When I breathed I felt a constriction around my
chest like there was a belt around my ribs. As I breathed
in I also noticed the overwhelming smell of perfume and
lipstick. I took a step forward and knew I was in the Movie
star's body for I felt the tops of the thigh high stockings
rub together and nearly fell off her high heels.
I looked down for the first time and saw the red dress she
had on when I pushed her into the pod only not I had it on
as well as everything under it.
I heard her in the next pod start to panic I had to work
fast. Odds are that she would not realize what had happened
till she actually saw herself. Until then she would take
for granted that she was still in her own body. I had to
get her down stairs with the others and I had to do it from
behind her so she would not see me in her body. I kicked
off the heels making a mental note to come back for them
later and stepped out of the pod. Fortunately she was
turning inside the pod trying to figure out where the door
handle was. As a safeguard it was hidden on the inside
making it easier for us to keep our captives inside if we
switched with them. I pulled up the skirt on the dress I
was in and grabbed the gun in the control panel. Opening
the pod door I jammed the gun into what used to be my ribs.
"Back out," I said marveling that my voice came from her
voice box, but Balintoff had said this was because we speak
our own way no matter how the larynx are different, he also
said over time we would take on the voice of the body as
the mind gets used to it. I planned to find out. "Get out
of the pod, little lady, and down to the dungeon," I barked
in my best henchman voice.
I clutched her shoulder and walked her to the door. When we
got to the dungeon door I turned her to the wall pulled out
the keys from my old belt. She grunted as I did this so I
unlocked the door and pushed her down before she could
figure anything out. Part of me wished she would break my
old neck falling down in the hope I wouldn't go back to
that smelly ugly old body. But with my old strength and
frame I knew she would only be bruised.
I slammed the door and locked it. Finally I was safe, the
castaways down locked down stairs Boris up in his bed. Now
I could enjoy the woman's body. I looked down at my new
hand, so small and soft and feminine. I ran for the nearest
mirror.
I had wanted to try this ever since the doctor had started
work on this machine. I had always been big and ugly. As a
child I hulked over all the other children and everyone was
afraid of me. Over time I wanted to be anything but the big
ugly monster I was so I started working Balintoff in the
hopes something like this would come along. When he started
getting success with animals I went out and captured the
Honeymooning couple that had rented a boat and landed here
hoping for a secluded holiday. Boris had me put the woman
into the machine to switch with a chicken and the chicken
in her body ran off and dove out the upper window killing
itself in her body. The woman we kept in the cells in the
west wing of the castle.
I had gone out to collect the woman's smashed body when the
doctor came up behind me and asked if I wanted to try the
man's body out. I looked down at the dead woman's body and
realized I didn't simply want to be smaller and attractive
I wanted to be a woman also.
"No, I wanted to be her," I said not thinking.
"I didn't know you swung that way, Igor. We'll see what we
can do later," He laughed.
Well now was later and I was now Ginger Grant. I looked at
my mane of red hair, my dazzling green eyes, and my full
soft lips. I was a goddess. My straight white teeth shined
back at me. I cupped my new breasts with my small hands. I
had to be a D cup if not more.
I ran back to the transfer room and collected my heels then
put then back on and I watched in a mirror as I walked in
them. I still moved like an ape much like the one the
Balintoff switched the man with before putting both down in
the cells across from the woman/chicken. The man in the ape
also killed himself. Once a male model he could not stand
being a monster and hung himself. Only his body with the
despondent ape remained of him. The ape had taken to
unceasing masturbation to keep his mind off his fate.
I stopped walking for a minute and cleared my head closed
my eyes and just walked for a minute I felt odd then I
stopped thinking about myself and just thought "Walk." Not
thinking of the actual act just as a statement as if I was
giving myself a command. After a minute I opened my eyes
and looked in the mirror as I moved. I was amazed when I
let her body's muscle memory take over I moved just like
her. Feeling how her body moved around me I knew I had to
see more of it. I took the gun and the keys and went up to
my room.
I ran up the stairs loving the way my breasts felt bobbing
on my chest for a while then I started taking the stairs
slower as they started to hurt. I unlocked the door to my
room; a large room twin to Boris's in the east wing but
filled with a feminine d?cor.
Since my revelation over the dead woman's body I started
seeing if femininity was what I really wanted. I ordered
things from all over to give myself a taste of life as a
woman. I tried to dress up but found I was even less
attractive as a woman than as a man.
But feeling the clothes and scents and makeup I knew it was
what I wanted.
I spotted my new self in the mirror and watched myself walk
again. I felt a tickle like butterflies in my abdomen and a
tingle in my bosom. I think I was turning myself on.
I remember looking at this body in movies before she had
disappeared and wanting to get inside her. I giggled to
think; now I was, just not in the same way. I stopped. The
laugh that had escaped me was not my own.
"I'm getting accustomed to her body," I said in my old
voice. "Damn." I closed my eyes and tried to remember her
voice: High, singy, almost cartoonie. I took a deep breath
and tried talking from my throat and not my chest like the
voice lessons say. "Boop-boop be-do," I said. It wasn't her
voice but it was a woman's voice, closer than I could ever
get before.
I smiled that award-winning smile happy that her
expressions came with her face.
I turned around to see if I could find out how to get in
and out of the dress I was in and found a zipper in the
back. With a little trouble I slipped the dress off leaving
me only in underwear. I wondered how she could keep such
dainty things in tact on that island. Standing there in a
maiden form brassiere, white satin panties a lace garter
belt and stockings I felt that tingle again. I smiled and
posed provocatively for myself.
Caressing myself all over, I started to strip for myself.
The brassiere went down to my hips and clasped in the front
so it made for a wonderful show. I pulled the brassiere
open and let it slide off my arms and hit the floor. For a
moment I just stood there staring at my breasts. She had
never done any nude or topless photos like other starlets
had recently, so I had never seen these perfect breasts
that now sat on my chest. I was in awe. She needn't have
worn such an industrial strength brassiere as she had, or
maybe because of it she had perfectly formed breasts that
were firm and looked still in their teens. Her, no now my
nipples were the size of quarters and pink and got hard as
they were suddenly exposed to the cool room. I hugged them
to me and kissed them. I thought I would try sucking on
them later like I had seen in a few skin magazines but I
was still half dressed.
Her panties were high on the hips and low on the leg like
the bathing suites of a few years ago, she obviously
couldn't keep up with fashion. They met up with the
brassiere and were on over the garter belt not part of it
like I thought. It was soft and smooth and skin tight out
of a stretchy material that was more support that anything
else. I slid them down my skin colored stockinged legs with
a little thrill as I found I was a true redhead and well
manicured at that. Part of me wondered how they got razors
on that island not to mention makeup and perfume for that
matter but that wasn't my concern. Why should I care how
she took care of this body when it was hers? It's mine now
and I had more than enough supplies to take care of it.
I stepped out of the panties and walked over to the dresser
still in the garter belt, hose and heels. With the woman's
body dead I took possession of her things. None of them fit
the old me so I just filed them away. After sizing my new
self up I realized, though the woman wasn't as beautiful as
I was now. We did share the same measurements.
After over an hour of playing dress up I found myself in
what must have been what she had wanted to wear on their
first night together, a lacy black corset with matching
panties, garter, silk stockings and shoes. I was at the
height of narcissism as I began to touch myself all over.
Now those who had seen me before might wonder at the change
in me but all this time I was playing to the stereotype I
had always been put into from childhood. No matter how
smart I was inside I was always seen as a giant, hulking
monster, so I played to it and let everyone think that was
how I was. Now it was different I could be so much more
now. Thank god for women's lib!
I ran my hands over the sheer and lace material loving
every sensuous inch of the fabric as it touched my skin.
Slowly my right hand slid into the panties and over the
downy red locks beneath, while my left caressed my right
nipple. When my middle red nailed finger connected with my
clitoris it was like electricity and I moaned deeply like
the woman I now was. Again I opened my eyes and stared into
the mirror watching this beautiful woman pleasure herself.
Within moments I felt a build in my abdomen and I shrieked
as I came. It was incredible, like nothing I had ever felt
before. And I wanted more.
For a minute I was afraid someone might have heard me then
I realized I was most of the castle away from anyone who
mattered all that could have heard me was the chicken-woman
and the man-ape on the floor below me. Then it dawned on
me, I wanted to try more and just below me there was the
under-sexed ape in the man's body. I pulled the red dress
over what I still had on and set out with keys and gun in
hand.
The black heels from the woman's honeymoon made a louder
clicking than the ones I had on before and I smiled at the
sound. I also smiled at the whisper that the stockings made
when they glanced each other as I walked. All was feel and
sensation as I moved. Swaying hips, bobbing breasts, swish
of hair, click of heels and kiss of silk on silk, all this
made me drunk with sensuality and had me burning with
desire by the time I made it to the floor below.
I could smell him as I walked down the corridor between the
cells. Sweet sweat and cum mixed with the hay in which he
slept. My skin sang to be touched by him as I heard the
grunts of his laborious self-gratifications. I tried to
pull everything in as I slowly walked to his cell.
She heard me as I walked though. The woman still in the
chicken's body heard the clicking of her old heels on the
stone floor.
"Help!" she half clucked jumping up onto the barred window
at the top of the cell door. She had been a chicken for a
good month now and against her will, her mind was starting
to conform to her new body. I wondered how fast I would
conform to this body seeing that it was what I wanted.
"Help me!" she clucked again and laid an egg
absentmindedly. She jumped as the egg hit the floor with a
crack. "I'm a not a chicken! My name is Susan Bonner. That
madman and his henchman did this to me!"
I put my red nailed index finger to my painted lips and
shushed her. Trying to look like I was trying to help I
unlocked her cell and inched my way inside the cell. The
room stank of chicken shit and rotten eggs.
"Thank God you've come, I thought I would die in here," she
half-clucked as she fluttered around the cell.
"Calm down and come here," I said in my new voice coaxing
her forward.
She slowly came to me then stopped and looked at my shoes,
just before I picked her up.
"That's funny those look like the shoes I bought for my
honeymoon," she clucked.
"They are you silly goose," I said petting her neck.
"I'm not a goose," she said nervously.
"No, but you're a dead duck," I said snapping her neck and
tossing her to the back of the cell.
I watched her body cavort around for a bit not knowing it
was already dead. I looked down at my hands. All that and I
hadn't chipped a nail.
I turned and left the slowly settling chicken, unlocking
the door to cross to the other cell. I had been tired of
hearing her screech and scream all night and the last thing
I wanted to hear while I was with the body of her husband
was her caterwauling.
I looked in at him through the barred window and was met
with his stare. It was all animal and hungry but not for
food. The doctor had mentioned that even though the
personalities had been switched there was a good amount of
residual memory left in the brain and the ape would start
fantasizing about women and not female apes. From the look
he was giving me he knew what I was and he wanted me. I
gave a little excited sigh and unlocked the door.
He stood and then walked around me in an arc sniffing the
air as I came into the cell. I think he could smell my
excitement. Slowly I stripped out of the dress and stood
there in the outfit that was meant to excite his body on
it's wedding night. I saw that it did now also. Slowly he
moved over to me and began to touch my arm in a slow gentle
caress. Then made his way to my face and as he played a
finger over my lips I pulled it into my mouth and sucked on
it. I looked into his eyes and saw understanding. He slowly
pulled his finger out and then kissed me. A man had never
kissed me before but he must have been running all of Rog's
memories of sex over and over in his mind because he took
me not like an animal but a man with an animal's passion.
When his rough hands touched me it was like electricity. He
pawed at the corset so I removed it and he kissed and
sucked on my nipples. We were both on fire. Braced against
the wall with him pinning me, I slid my panties down over
my silk-covered legs.
He thrust at me but could not connect. Slowly I guided him
to lie down and straddled him. Over the smell of him I
could suddenly smell my own juices flowing. I positioned
myself on his dick and slowly lowered myself onto him. The
feeling was indescribable but he filled me. He thrust into
me and gripped my left breast with one hand and my ass with
his left. I rode him for what seemed like forever then he
flipped me down onto the ground and mounted me. I wanted
him deeper and deeper inside me. I clawed at his back and
gripped his ass. He grunted like the animal he once was.
And just before I felt my climax coming he tensed and I
felt him cum inside me. He slumped and fell on top of me
sweaty and tired. Within moments he was asleep.
Slowly I squirmed out from under him. And with little
effort I finished myself off. I realized that what I had
heard women say before was true, "Men just go for their own
bang then fall asleep and leave us to fend for ourselves."
Afterward I felt raw and at least a little sticky so I
washed up a bit in the bathroom down the hall. I put all
the clothes I came down here with and started back down the
east wing in the hopes of paying the doctor back for this
wonderful new home. Maybe he would be better than the ape.
I hoped he didn't mind sloppy seconds. As I passed the
transfer room I heard the castaways inside and the doctor.
"Where is Igor?" he yelled.
I opened the door and said in my old voice so that he knew
it was me, "In here, feels good."
Suddenly all of the castaways were grabbing us and threw me
into a pod the power came on and suddenly I was in my old
body in the other pod. They freed Ginger in her old body
and then shoved the doctor in with me. He was yelling at me
when all the castaways but the small one left then I
noticed the dog chase the cat into the other pod.
With a smile the small castaway threw the switch and flung
us into the two animals.
"Quick let's stop them," said the doctor in the cat's body.
"Yes Doctor," I said in hopes of getting the stars body
back.
We ran past them up to the laser cannon on the second
story. But it was to no avail they were gone by the time we
figured-out we could not work it in our new state. Given
time we might be able to crowd our old bodies back into the
pod and get back to normal but I would have to wait to be a
woman again.
Meanwhile on the boat Ginger looked down at herself and
with a worried look on her face.
"What's wrong Ginger?" Maryann asked quietly.
"I don't have any shoes like these and I didn't come here
in black hose," she said. "Not only that I think I'm
wearing a corset."
"I thought you were walking funny," whispered Maryann.
"That's not why I was walking funny," said Ginger.
The End
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