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Away Trips
By Legion Many
I kept looking through her file having second thoughts and worrying about the
reality of what I was doing.
Ten minutes ago I walked into the New York branch of Away Trips, the newest in
traveling experiences (or so the brochure said), Philip Johns and in thirty
minutes I will walk out of their Dallas office Stephanie Robins. The whole idea
was a bit odd if you ask me. Fact was it was my Lawyer's idea. Last week my
company had to file for bankruptcy due to heavy embezzlement by my partner,
Joseph Stills, with the fear of another Enron breathing down my throat my lawyer
told me to get out of the country till the court date came then he thought about
it.
"Joe is a pretty tough customer," said Ron reaching into his inside jacket pocket
and pulling out a card. "Show up here in three hours we need to get you a good
place to hide."
The card was for Away Trips. Evidently the people who owned Away Trips were the
first to capitalize on the synaptic upload/download technology discovered a few
years ago. With this people could take vacations by trading bodies with another
person any where in their network. "The ultimate in get away from your worries
travel," they boasted. Ron set up for the first trip I could get. Trip meaning
first person that wanted to be an executive for a while. Turned out an eighteen
year old actress in Texas jumped at the idea.
"We have it all worked out the two of you switch and then we take her into
protective custody, the only ones that will know that she is not you is the two
of us and the travel company. It's the perfect hiding place Phil," Ron said proud
of himself.
The thought still overwhelmed me as I looked at the picture of the girl I would
be in a matter of minutes. Slender, a little short even for a girl, 5ft 3in,
bright red hair and sparkling green eyes with a small spray of brown freckles
across the bridge of her nose. Very cute and innocent looking, she was the
perfect place for me to hide.
Still the thought of becoming a young girl frightened me as they guided me into
the exchange room.
"Don't worry, Mr. Johns. What we do is we superimpose your mind onto hers and
vise-versa. This way the thoughts and control are yours but you have all of the
host's memories and experiences to work from so you could continue on as her if
you need be," said the female attendant as she sat me down and placed what seemed
like a swimming cap with cords running down the back. "It's like sitting in a
library with instant access to all the books at any time. All the skills,
memories and talents of the host only you will be in control. The personality is
wholly yours though unless you knew her you would not be able to act like her,
that's why we encourage the host to switch as they were planning on a vacation
that way you have less of a chance running into people the host knows."
"What about money?" I asked.
"Your lawyer has put a sizable sum that you can access in the chemical bank there
should be documents when you get to Dallas," she said as she injected me with a
shot of a clear liquid. "It has started count back from fifty and you should come
around in Dallas."
I started counting and by the time I got down to thirteen the room faded out.
Slowly I could feel myself come unattached to my body. It was much like the out
of body experiences you hear about but instead of floating up from my body it was
like being vacuumed out. Suddenly I was like I was floating in a bubble zooming
down a pipe surrounded by all my memories all arranged in little screens around
me. It seemed that the bubble flew at impossible speeds and suddenly I saw
another bubble flying at me from the other direction. As it flew closer I felt my
speed die down till the two of us collided.
Suddenly I flew forward into the bubble's wall and fell into the other bubble
with the odd feeling that I had passed through another person. The bubble then
starting zooming again in the direction I had been going in. Around me now were
other memories I looked into one and suddenly the world changed around me.
It was Easter Sunday I had just turned ten two months ago and mommy had gotten me
the white dress I wanted for Sunday school. I was feeling sick as I got out of
bed. My tummy was all in knots I went to the bathroom to tinkle. I pulled down my
white panties with the blue and green flowers and sat on the toilet I thought of
my pretty new dress and knew I had to take a bath before I got dressed.
I would wear my new white tights and Mary Jane's and have mommy put my hair in a
French braid with a blue bow. I was going to look so pretty. I got some tissue to
pat with and saw the blood. Running down my legs. I screamed and screamed till
mommy and daddy ran in to the bathroom.
There was no Easter Sunday for me that year. Mommy sat with me and we talked
about how I was becoming a woman and she taught me about pads and things. I only
got to wear the pretty dress once and then I started getting too big up top for
it.
Uncle Carl and his creepy kids came over after church and he laughed at me
saying, "She's old enough to breed now."
Mommy slapped him hard and made daddy make him leave. Two years later mommy and
daddy left me over at Uncle Carl's so they could go on a trip to Florida.
I was developing Mommy had gotten me training bras after Easter and now I was
nearly a B-cup. Uncle Carl didn't make fun of me so much; he just looked at me
funny and mostly at my chest. He kept watching me when we went swimming and made
me sit next to him in the front of his truck on the way back. A couple of times
he put his hand on my thigh and rubbed his hand up it till I squirmed away.
The next day he wanted to show me something in his tool-shed. He was fixing his
weed-eater and was using a soldering iron to connect the wires. I know because
when he shoved me against the bench and ripped my shirt to put his hands on my
bra I jabbed him in the zipper with the iron before he shoved his hand all the
way down my pants.
I cried when my daddy and mommy came into the hospital. My mommy held me tight
when I told them what happened but daddy left the room with a mad look on his
face I thought it was me he was mad at till I heard Uncle Carl screaming. Daddy
had gone into his room and poured alcohol on Uncle Carl's burns. I had to go to
court and tell people what happened a few times and talk to a lady that wrote
things down a lot.
Later I knew she was a psychologist making sure I was okay but in all truth I
was. It was because of all that that I wanted to do what she did really. Dad
didn't go to jail or anything like Mom was afraid he would he got off with
probation Carl was put away for a long time because it was his third time. Aunt
Lisa just screamed at me about it and blamed me because Carl was "a good man."
Thirteen, the whole thing was over and Mom Dad and I moved from Monroe, LA. to
Dallas, TX. I went to school and took psychology and theater. I let Jason Peters
put his hands where I maimed Carl for touching me before. It was my sophomore
year we were at a football game where a few years later they would build a real
stadium then it was just some old bleachers and a field.
Jason asked me out Thursday after English. I dressed up in a blue sweater and
plaid skirt with black tights and Mary Jane's; I still love wearing Mary Jane's.
I got bored quick but I knew I wasn't there for the game. Two years of psych had
said a good bit about the male teenage mind. It was pretty much the same
treatment that Carl had given me but now it was reciprocated. After a little bit
I let him take me under the bleachers where no body would be watching.
There were a few others down there making out as well. We started sitting up but
within moments he had be laying down on the old candy wrappers and cups while he
kissed and touched me. I knew he would say he went all the way with me and part
of me wanted him to till my hand fell into something sticky in the grass. His
left hand had my right nipple and was teasing it to ecstasy while his right had
slid up my legs and into my tights.
Had my hand not found the used condom he would have had me but in grabbing for
ground to stabilize myself as I quivered under him I clutched an old used rubber
in my hand. I jerked out from under him the condom still in my hand and tossed
it. Needless to say we didn't do much more than that that night.
It spread that I was fickle and I didn't date much till prom my senior year. Tom
Stims asked me to prom he was tall and had spiky hair but I wanted him. I dressed
for it. He wanted to go in a kilt so Mom and I went looking for a Scottish prom
dress. We found one that was a little pricey but Dad overlooked it.
The dress was predominantly green like my eyes but the skirt was a beautiful
plaid that matched his kilt. I wore black lace bra, panties and garter belt
because I had black thigh highs to round it out. Tom had gotten us a room at the
hotel and I knew tonight was the night.
We stayed at the prom just long enough for pictures and then went to two prom
parties at the hotel. By 2am we finally made it to the room. Slowly I stripped
out of the dress letting it tumble to the floor so he could see me in all my
glory. I was a C-cup now and I lost most of my baby fat. I wasn't perfect but I
could tell I was better than he was expecting.
He went around the room lighting candles and a stick of incense he got at the
Renaissance Faire and turned out the lights. It was like a sappy soft porn you
see on Cinemax after nine. He kissed me for a long time slowly running his hands
all over. He slipped my bra off and pulled down my panties, I wore them over the
garters so I could keep the stockings on (I really love stockings). I felt a
little thrill sliding my hand up his kilt to his penis running my deep red nails
through his fine leg hair.
As I grabbed his dick he let out a little moan and I stroked him slowly as he
rubbed me gently. He pulled a condom out of his sporran and put it on. Slowly he
climbed on top of me. He aimed three times and missed so I reached down and
guided him into me. It hurt but in a way it was a good kind of hurt.
I could tell when he broke my hymen and as he pound into me I felt myself start
to rise on the wave. I franticly grabbed his hand and made him rub my clitoris
while he pumped. I had one of those spasmodic orgasms under him and he nearly
panicked.
"Are you okay?" he said between grindings.
"Yeah, don't stop," I said but he had just shot.
He made a funny face but I was too tired to laugh and then he fell down on me. I
hugged him to me and ran my fingers through his stiff hair. We lay there for a
while very quiet. Usually people say they love each other but I don't think
either one of us wanted to say that.
We dated for a couple of weeks past then and after Tom got his grant for UCLA he
told me he thought he was gay and we broke up. We had a last try fuck that night
but he came away sure of it. It was too bad looking back he was the best I had
for a good while.
After Tom I went through five boyfriends none of them very good. Peter came and
went, Josh came too soon, Ron loved me too much and wasn't any good, Steve wanted
me to do all the work, and Philip was too Christian. I went out to the Ren faire
a few times that spring and that was where I saw April.
She was willowy and strawberry blonde with brown eyes. She wasn't all that pretty
but something just clicked in me. I wasn't turning lesbo or anything there was
just something about her that made me want her. We talked and played around and
later went to this dive in town. Still later we made out in her car. We kissed
for so long and then she treated me like Tom did and further. She licked me down
there, Ron had tried once but he only lasted a few seconds. I saw stars behind my
eyelids and my screeches made the windows quiver. Fortunately she took us out to
a deserted road.
I undressed her and started reciprocating. She had very small breasts but big
nipples that stayed hard the entire time. When I got her panties off she was
shaved clean. Slowly I worked down her stomach like she had done me and took each
leg on either side of my head. She panted like a little dog as I licked and
sucked. Her scent was musky and sweet with a touch of sweat.
We fell asleep in each other's arms spooning with me behind her. I started
collage in Denton in the fall and so did she. We stayed in the same dorm and even
had boyfriends every once in a while but mainly we did each other. We even got
toys and tried them out. I think I enjoyed wearing the strap on a little too
much. Being the guy was a good bit of a thrill.
Suddenly the memory stopped It had been like I was there I could feel see and
hear everything she did along with her running commentary I knew what it was like
to be her. Then the world went black.
I heard her voice say the letter "W," then I said, "Twelve," but her voice came
out. I opened my eyes and the room looked almost the same but the sunshine from
out side looked different.
I took a deep breath and felt my chest was constricted. I started to sit up but
the male attendant stopped me.
"Relax a second Mr. Johns we have to make sure you're all with us," said the man
putting his hands on my shoulders and laying me back.
I felt the curly hair on my shoulders and flexed my toes feeling the stockings on
my feet. For half a second I smelled the over whelming scent of perfume then it
went away. I put my hands to my side and felt the suede of what must have been my
skirt.
Suddenly I remembered getting dressed this morning, but not as Philip Johns, as
Stephanie Robins. Picking out the blue silk blouse, putting on the black garters
and thigh highs, putting on the black suede mini skirt that let the tops of the
thigh highs peek out when I sat. I wanted to look sexy but not too slutty. I did
my makeup more professional and let my hair lay natural. I tasted the lip-gloss
on my lips and shifted slightly hoping this guy wasn't getting a free show of my
new body. He smiled as he looked at the screen.
Suddenly it dawned on me, I was a very pretty girl and men's eyes would forever
be sizing me up. Part of me wondered if that was why she went through the switch
in the first place. No, she wanted to see what it was like for a man to see if
she wanted to get augmented.
Part of me felt disquieted by knowing everything she did I wondered how they
would untangle us later. The attendant turned back to me. He reached down and
pulled the cap off my head.
"Welcome to Dallas Mr. Johns and welcome to Stephanie Robins. Do you know where
you live?" he asked.
"2812 Cleveland apartment 114 in Denton," I said automatically seeing the cat and
the little messy front room as I left it this morning with hose hanging in the
bathroom.
"Where do you work?" he said looking down at a clipboard.
"Recycled Books off the square," I said seeing the cluttered sales floor and
remembering ruining a pair of expensive hose on the cheep carpet stocking the
kid's section.
"And what's tour ex-wife's middle name?" he asked.
"Maude," I said finally relying on something from my original memory.
"How did you feel about me when you came in?" he asked with a smile.
"I wanted to jump your bones," I said and clapped my hand over my mouth. A mental
picture of me in this body riding this man filled my mind and my stomach tingled.
"And how do you feel about me now," he said unfazed by my outburst.
"You remind me of my son Arthur," I said removing my hand.
For a moment I remembered Arthur's graduation then for a split second I pictured
riding him. I quickly pushed it from my mind.
"It's okay, the shot we gave both of you was a kind of truth serum. It makes you
more susceptible to the transfer and we ask these questions on arrival and return
to verify that you have access to her memories but yours are still intact. It
will seem odd for a day or so but you'll get used to it. You've signed up for two
months. I hope you enjoy your stay," he said getting up and going to the door.
"Oh God I'm going to have to go through a period," I said noticed that even
though it was her voice it had some of my tones and accents. "Not to worry though
I have a week," shot out of my new mouth in what must have been a voice all
Stephanie's.
"You can leave when you are ready," he said handing me a pill and a glass of
water. "Take this and you should stop those outbursts in about ten minutes," He
said then looked under the bed/couch I was on. "And she seems to have come here
in two inch heels, when you walk in them don't think about them, your body knows
how to walk in them let it and that goes for most things dressing, writing,
speaking, driving, sex even if you like, it's all muscle memory and your body
will do it second nature it'll only trip up if you think about it to hard. Good
luck Stephanie."
"Call me Steph," I said without thinking.
After he left I looked around, my right hand instinctively went to my hair and
started curling locks between my fingers. I had no intension of leaving the room
till I could control what came out of my mouth so I would be here for at least
the next ten minutes or so. Slowly I sat up and looked down at myself. I was
small but only in height.
My proportions were as near perfect as one could get without surgery. Nice long
legs, perfect c-cup breasts, full round hips, delicate hands and feet all what I
would love in a woman and now I was that woman.
My next step was to find a mirror fortunately a full-length mirror was on the
wall to my left. I swung myself over and got off the couch and started to walk
over to the mirror. Without thinking I reached down and slid on the pumps on the
floor onto my feet. Slowly I ran my hand up my leg enjoying the feel of the silk
stockings.
"K-Mart brand are okay for school or work but anywhere else wear your best," I
heard Mom, Steph's Mom, my mom say in my head.
I stood up and didn't falter on the heels and unwavering I made it to the mirror.
I looked in the mirror in a way I'm sure Steph never looked at herself before.
Half awe and half lust crossed my new face and old mind. Norma never looked this
good in the fifteen years we were married.
Suddenly I realized my last marriage lasted almost as long as this body has been
alive. I pulled the skirt up and looked at my legs in all their glory. I'd have
paid good money to have gams like these wrapped around me and now they were mine
to walk with. I looked at the front of the lace black panties I had on with a bit
of dread.
A bulging white y-front had been replaced with a flat lace thong. I ran my
fingers over the lace knowing that ever since Steph met April she was always
shaved down there. Watching my small delicate red nailed fingers play over the
fabric that covered my new femininity excited me I slowly unbuttoned my blouse
and looked at my lace covered breasts teasing my nipples through the soft fabric.
Suddenly I was very, very hot I went over to the door and locked it then dragged
the chair the attendant was using over to the mirror. I stripped off the skirt
and blouse and stepped out of the thong. I touched myself and came back with a
wet finger. The smell was much like April's but sweeter. I tasted it but there
wasn't much of a flavor at all just a slight salty honey taste like sweat.
I watched myself as I rubbed myself and teased my nipples. This beautiful red
head with a face like a goddess and a body to match looked at me longingly as she
touched herself. As her ferocity grew her breath came in puffs, my ferocity, my
breath. Each time I though of Steph as a different person I found myself
correcting me till I started to hear my new voice, husky with lust and self-
gratification:
"My legs, my tits, my clit, my lips, my juice, my eyes, my hands, my feet."
It became a mantra burning into my mind as I came to climax. I shuttered in
orgasm and ran my wet hand around my nose loving my own scent. A little shame ran
over me thinking of how I just beat off to my own reflection, but it passed
quickly. I was Steph; I was Stephanie Anne Robins. No regrets, no shame, I was
going to enjoy it.
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