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Beware of Assumptions By JRD Sydney Devereaux woke up, his mouth a pasty mess. He opened his eyes and found himself on his butt inside some kind of clear Plexiglas tube. The tube ran from ceiling to floor and was centered in the middle of a metal cube almost thirty feet to a side. The tube came right out of the floor, and, judging by how solid it was when he pressed on it, he guessed it was firmly secured, both top and bottom. He thought to the night before, remembering the celebration he was having. He and a few friends were having a celebratory drink over his patent of his new computer chip design. He remembered being approached by a beautiful blonde and having a drink with her but nothing more. Apparently he had been drugged and was now God knew where. He was only forced to wait a few minutes before a panel in one wall slid open and a beautiful woman stepped in. She said, "Good morning, Mister Devereaux." He looked at her and said, "I know you. You're Sadira Palmer, head of FemTech." "Yes, the person you should have sold your chip design to." "You expected me to give up everything! You not only wanted to buy my chip, you wanted the patent and all the rights to further development of the chip. You expected me to give it all to you, then walk away and pretend I had done nothing at all." "Of course, Mr. Devereaux. For hundreds of years, men have guided the dance of technology and industry, and yet, real advancement has only occurred within the last half century. The question then becomes why, and the answer is simple." "What would that answer be?" "Women, Mr. Devereaux. During World War two, women were forced into the work place to replace men who'd gone off to war. After the war, they weren't willing to just be shunted back into the home. As their presence in the workplace increased, so too did the rate of technological advancement. If mankind is to survive in a world with eight, nine, ten, or even more billion people on it, then women need to stop acting like lap dogs and letting men take the credit for their advancements. I have created a corporation where women can do just that, where they can be free to allow their creative sides to advance mankind to the next level. Here, men are relegated to their proper positions as subordinate lackeys to their female superiors. Soon, I will control the business world, then the rest of the world, and when women control the world, mankind will finally be able to advance to the stars!" Sydney was silent, too stunned to speak. Finally, he said, "You... are a maniacal zealot." "Your opinion of me is irrelevant. All I need to know from you is whether you stole your designs from some industrious woman, or if you happen to be one of those lucky men who dreams up some design and actually makes it work." "Luck?! Luck had nothing to do with it! I worked for years, alone, no women, on MY design. It was MY work, no one else's!" "Clearly you are either lying or deluding yourself. I suspect the latter. Most likely, you either saw something a woman doodled, or overheard a technical idea being discussed by a couple of women, and then your subconscious mind worked out all the detail stuff and made it work. It's too late now to find out what woman deserves the proper credit for your work, but don't worry. Your work will help humanity." "I'll never give you my chip design!" "My dear, once you're finished in this little tube of mine, you will gladly give me your chip design." "What is this thing?" "It's a transformation tube. It picks up a pattern from within your mind, then changes your body to meet the pattern. I'm hoping that one day I'll be able to make partial body changes, or to pick up something from an external mind and change the body within to meet it. For now, the body must be changed into something taken from the mind housed within it." "Why do I suspect that doesn't mean that I'm going to become my idea of a super athlete?" "Well, you could if that was the paradigm that I were to draw from your brain. You see, although I can't control the details, I can pull a pattern based around a specific idea that I can control. If, for example, I used the idea of a super athlete, then, yes, you would become your own idea of a super athlete." "Let me guess. You're not planning ANY kind of athlete?" "Very good, Mr. Devereaux. You are about to become your own idea of a perfect woman." With that, she turned around and headed to the door. Although she expected Sydney to start yelling or begging for release, she was moderately impressed when he remained silent. Sydney was forced to wait for about ten more minutes before he was blinded by a bright light and passed out. ONE MONTH LATER... Sadira returned to the transformation chamber, this time escorted by her assistant, a beautiful, big chested redhead. As soon as she went through close the door, Sadira stopped cold. In the tube, naked and asleep on her knees, was possibly the most beautiful woman either Sadira or her assistant had ever seen. Her hair was the color of sunflowers with a perfect complexion to match it. Her breasts, which were about the size of a pair of basketballs, were full and firm and inspired lusty thoughts within both Sadira and her assistant. It took a few seconds for Sadira to collect herself, after which she shook her head, ridding herself of any thoughts of admiration or desire. "Another huge breasted blond, no doubt blue eyed as well. Let's just hope she's got the intelligence to walk and chew bubble gum at the same time. Prepare yourself and open the tube." Sadira's assistant moved to where she could catch the woman who used to be Sydney in case she fell, then depressed a button on her remote control. The movement had not been necessary, for when the tube rose from the ground, it woke up the woman inside. The blond stood up, languidly stretched, then, with the most childish voice, said, "Hi!" In a tone as condescending as the new girl's had been childish, as though she were talking to a real child, Sadira asked, "Can you tell me your name?" The new girl scrunched up her face in intense concentration. After no short time, she said, "Siddy!" with a proud tone and look, as though she had just solved some really complex problem. Sadira turned to her assistant and said, "No big surprise. We've got another bubblehead blond. You know what to do." Sadira's assistant unzipped her skirt and let it fall, showing that she had been wearing no underwear. Sadira asked Siddy, "Would you like to do something with that?" Siddy hesitated, acting as though she were a little embarrassed. "Could I... kiss it?" "Is that all you want to do?" As though she were admitting something a little bad, she looked down and said a drawn-out, "Nooooo." "What else would you like to do?" "I'd like to... lick it... and maybe suck on it a little. Can I please?" "May I please?" corrected Sadira. Siddy giggled and said, "Okay, but me first!" apparently thinking that Sadira's correction had been a real question. Sadira rolled her eyes. "Okay, Siddy, I'll let you do what you want, but first, you have to get on your hands and knees and crawl over to her." Siddy cheerfully said, "Okay!" and did as she had been told, crawling over to Sadira's assistant. Then Siddy buried her face in the assistant's crotch and voraciously licked and sucked. After a little while, the assistant came, but Siddy continued licking until Sadira said, "That's enough, Siddy." Siddy regretfully pulled back and whined, "Do I have to?" "Yes, you have to." To her assistant, Sadira said, "Move on to stage two." Sadira's assistant pressed another button on her controller. A few minutes later, the door slid open and a big, burly, totally naked man stepped in. Sadira asked, "Siddy, what would you like to do with this man?" Siddy stared at the man for a little while, then just turned to Sadira and shrugged her shoulders. "Don't you want to do anything?" Siddy's face took on a look of overly intense concentration while she thought about the question. Finally, she said, "We could play." "And what kind of games would you like to play?" "We could play Barbie! Have you got any Barbie dolls?" "Sorry, no." Siddy said, "Oh, poo," and pouted just like a little girl. "Is there anything else you'd like to do with him? Maybe play with that?" Sadira asked while pointing at the man's crotch. Siddy blushed. "That's his boy thing," she whispered, as though it was something she shouldn't be talking about. "Yes, do you want to do anything with his boy things?" "That's gross!" Siddy said in childish disgust. Sadira nodded to the man in dismissal. After he left, Sadira turned to the girl used to be a man and said, "Come along, child." "Where we going?" "I and my assistant will be taking you to your room now." "Are there Barbie dolls there?" "No, you just have to wait there until I can arrange for someone to take care of you." "How long will that be?" "About a week." "Gee, that's a long time. Can I get some Barbie dolls before then?" "If you're a very good girl." "Oh, thank you." "Yes, now come along." Sadira turned and started walking from the room. Her assistant walked over to Siddy, took her by hand, and the two meekly followed Sadira. They left the room and went down a large, long hallway, passing by many large guard robots and many doors, until they reached one in specific. Sadira pressed her hand to a panel on the right of the door, and it slid open. Her assistant took Siddy into a small bedroom inside. The bedroom was furnished with a bed, a small couch, a dresser, and a small desk. The assistant said, "This is your room, Siddy." "All mine?" she asked in wonderment. "Yes, dear, all yours." Siddy yelled, "Yay!" and ran over and started jumping on the couch. The assistant was about to say something to stop her, but Sadira made a small noise to get her attention, then nodded her out of the room. After the assistant left the room and Sadira locked the door, the two walked in silence throughout the complex until they reached Sadira's control room. Once there, the assistant asked, "What are you going to do with her?" "I'm not sure. Normally, I'd just do what I have been doing. I'd find a lesbian willing to take control of the new woman and turn the transformee over. Then the new woman could serve as an assistant or, in more extreme cases of intellectual reduction, as an office slut, but this one's mental loss is so extreme. It seems just too unkind to give her over for sex. Perhaps we can find someone to adopt her." "It seems an odd mix. That is clearly the body of an adult, a very well developed adult at that, and yet her mind is so clearly infantile." "It simply shows that Mr. Devereaux expected his dream lover to be someone who would never challenge him mentally. It may even make him a closet pedophile, although I think the body would've been a bit younger if that were the case." "Will we be able to get the chip design from her?" "We'll give her some crayons and paper. Maybe she'll draw it on her own. In advanced cases of intellect reduction, direct questioning never works." "Ma'am, aren't you afraid of doing this to a man who wants a smart woman?" Sadira snorted. "Men are afraid of a woman with brains. You have the highest intellect of all my transformees, and even you are only slightly above average. However, look at all the problems your old male brain saddled you with. You can't say no to sex with anyone, male or female. You're practically an exhibitionist; you didn't even remember to put your skirt back on. You're also utterly docile. So no, I'm not afraid of this mythical man you describe." Sadira's assistant trembled. "Since just talking about sex is driving me to the brink, I can't really argue the point. Ma'am, can we..." Sadira stood up, undid her pants, let them drop, and sat back down. "Go nuts," she said, opening her legs. The assistance immediately went to war in East between Sadira's legs and started licking Sadira's cunt with the same voracious determinism that Siddy had shown on her own cunt earlier. ONE WEEK LATER... Although the loss of Sydney's circuit design was a bit of a set back to her plans, Sadira was generally pleased with how things were going. Sales of her goods were up, and her business was beginning to show a profit. She was looking at the balance sheet her accounting program was making for her when her assistant walked in. She asked, "Any luck getting Siddy to draw that circuit design?" "No. She shows absolutely no interest in drawing anything, with pen, pencil, or crayon." "Too bad. I guess that circuit design will remain locked up inside her, maybe forever. What's the status..." Before Sadira could complete her question, all lights and power suddenly went out. "What the... Where is my backup power?" In the utter black of the unlighted room, all they heard was the sound of moving metal wheels and cables, and before they knew what was happening, both Sadira and her assistant found themselves entangled in cables and swept off their feet. When the lights came back on, the two women found themselves captured by the guard robots that were so plentiful around the base complex. They were being held two feet off the ground, totally encircled by the capture cables that each robot was armed with. Sadira's assistant asked, "What happened?" "Whatever caused that power outage must have disrupted the robot's friend or foe recognition systems, causing them to identify us as intruders." "How do we get free?" Sadira attempted to stretch out her leg and hit the override button with her foot, but the robots had pulled her too far away. "Damn! We need to get that override! Can you..." Just then, the door opened and Siddy walked to the end. Sadira's assistant asked, "How did she get free?" "The power outage must have messed up the doors, too. She may be just what we need, though. Siddy!" When Siddy looked up to her, Sadira said, "I need you to go over to the console and press and hold the big red button." Siddy walked over and sat in the seat that Sadira had just been pulled out. However, instead of pressing the override button, she started typing on the main keyboard. Sadira said, "No, child, press the big red button. Those other buttons aren't for playing with." Siddy said, "I'm not playing with them." The voice was still that of a child, but the words were definitely those of an adult. Sadira and her assistant were slack with surprise, both by Siddy's intelligence and by the computer coming back on. "What the hell?" "You mean why am I not talking like some five year old? Actually, it's quite simple." Siddy's hands literally flew across the keyboard. She stopped speaking to the other women to briefly comment, "There. My program has now reprogrammed every security code in the computer." She turned around to face her once captors and asked, "Now, what questions do you have for me?" Sadira asked, "How are you able to do this? You're too stupid to do this." "You know your problem? You assume too much. For instance, when I came out of your device, it was clear from the way you were talking that you assumed my dream woman had to be some kind of idiot. Truth is, I find stupid women really annoying. I not only prefer smart women, I actually like women I'd date to be smarter than I am. It was simplicity itself to play up to your assumptions and act like the blithering idiot you assumed I was. Truth be told, I think my IQ has gone up by about twenty to thirty points, all thanks to you." "No, it's not possible. Men are afraid of smart women. They know that we're their superiors!" "That is the exact irrationality that I exploited to cause you to lower your guard. You may very well be superior to most men. Women in general may be superior to most men. But your assumptions that all men are, in fact, just savage animals incapable of anything but the most basic thoughts allowed me to take control of this entire complex." Sadira started babbling in denial, clearly having had her entire worldview shaken. Her assistant said, "Siddy..." "Actually, I decided on Cindy. I suppose I could've gone with my old name, Sydney, but this body doesn't actually fit a unisex name like that." "Look at that body! You're going to tell me that you didn't want a bubble head, blond slut?" Cindy said, "Oh, I fully admit that when it comes to the physical parameters of what I was interested in, my tastes were a bit stereotypical, blond, blue eyes, big boobs, but when it comes to intellect, well, like I said, I prefer them really smart. As for being a slut, I never had any urge to pass my girlfriends around, although if they wanted to, I was more than willing to participate in a three way with another girl, but it had to be something she suggested." Sadira's assistant asked, "Cindy, how did you manage to get out of your cell?" "It was actually pretty simple, a bit of work, but simple work. I used the electronic door control keypad. I took it off the wall, rewired it, then used it to enter the computer program that I used to take over this base. Entering the program was the big thing. I had no compiler or processor. I had to do it in base eight, one digit at a time." "Without a computer screen to check your work? That's more than just smart. That's super genius!" "Not exactly. It's just really strong ability to visualize combined with a nearly perfect photographic memory, both of which I have thanks to you and your boss." Sadira started muttering, "No, no, this can't be happening." Cindy looked at Sadira and said, "Considering your current condition, I think you should spend some time alone," then turned back to the keyboard and typed in some commands. The door opened, and the robot holding Sadira rolled through it. Once the robot was gone, Cindy turned to the other and asked, "Now, what's your name?" Sadira struggled to be free of the robot as they rolled down the hall, but the mechanical man had been designed too well. They got to one of the rooms that she was using as a cell, the door opened, she was thrown in, and, before she could even straighten up, the door closed and locked behind her. She tried her override codes, none of them worked. She had no choice but to sit down and wait. A few hours later, the door opened, revealing a guard robot blocking the way. The robot extended its arms towards Sadira, and capture cables shot out to ensnare her. She tried to avoid them, but no human could move fast enough. She was captured and forced to be carried down the hall again. She was brought into the transformation room and held in place while the transformation tube lowered around her. At the last second, the cables released her and shot away at high speed, leaving her trapped inside. She didn't have to wait long before Cindy came into the room and said, "Back to where we met, with a slight reversal of positions." With real fear, Sadira asked, "What are you planning to do with me?" "Simple. I plan on doing to you what you have done all the other men you brought to this base. I plan on turning you into your dream lover." "Oh, God, please no." "What are you worried about? Julie, that's your assistant's name, in case you forgot." "I didn't forget. I just-" "Don't use it, instead referring to her as 'girl' or even just, 'hey, you'. Regardless, she informs me you're a lesbian, so you can't be worried about becoming a guy." "It's just... I DON'T WANT TO BE STUPID!" "So the truth comes out. Sadira Palmer, great advocate and proponent of the idea of the innate superiority of the female intellect, really prefers her female lovers to be stupid and pliable. Well, get ready, Sadira. You're about to be transformed." "Please, no! I'd rather be dead!" Cindy smirked and said, "You should have thought of that before you started all of this," and turned and walked from the room. Sadira was in tears when the transformation light flashed down upon her. ONE MONTH LATER... Sadira felt herself fall over and be caught by a pair of feminine hands. She opened her eyes and looked up to see Cindy. The other woman said, "Welcome back to the land of living. How do you feel?" Sadira stood up. "Strangely similar. I always wondered what the transformation process would be like. I guess you can understand why I would be reticent to have placed myself in a position to have experienced it before." Sadira noticed how she was speaking and said, "I definitely don't seem to have lost any intelligence. Strange, I was certain that my dream lover would have been, as you said, stupid and pliable." "If I had used your program, that's definitely what you would have become, but I fixed the flaws in your program." "With your new chip? No, come to think of it, that's not possible. You didn't have any prototypes on you will when we brought you here, and you didn't have enough time to either build a new one or go get one you had stashed. So how did you fix the system?" "The problem wasn't with your system, at least not its mechanical part. The problem was with the way you attempted to change personalities. Your irrational fear of men caused you to try to change a person without actually accessing anything you deemed too masculine, but even the most feminine woman has some masculine attributes, which left too much of the personality untouched in order to implement selective changes." "So what did you do to me?" "I simply removed those parts of your personality causing your irrational hatred of men. I let your own ideas set your physical form." Sadira looked down. She immediately noticed that her breasts were far larger, easily as large as any of her previous transformees. "Is there a mirror around? I'd like to see what I've become." "We can stop by one of the residence rooms. I converted all of the cells into bedrooms for base workers, so they can sleep over as needed." "I take it the program to convert all the city's male business leaders and technological innovators has been stopped?" "Of course. I didn't see any reason to continue it. Do you?" "Not anymore. Can we go to one of those rooms? I'd really like to get a good look at the new me." "Certainly." Cindy extended one hand towards the door. "Shall we?" The two walked out of the room and towards the bedrooms that had once been cells. Sadira said, "If you don't mind me asking, why didn't you change me? After everything I've done, I certainly couldn't have blamed you." "Truthfully, that level of vindictiveness is no longer possible for me. It took all the willpower I had not to tell you not to worry about it and console you before your transformation." "Not possible? What do you mean?" "Surely it's not that hard to figure out. When it comes to bedroom activities, a guy may want something like this," said Cindy, waving her hands down her body, "but he also wants a woman who is a nice and kind and sweet. Very few men want their girlfriend to be any kind of a bitch." "I can understand that. I suppose in your free time, you also enjoy baking cookies, vacuuming, and giving back rubs?" "In other words, playing the 1950's Suzy homemaker? However did you guess?" Cindy asked playfully. "I'm not sure. Maybe because every guy who's undergone a transformation, no matter how stupid he turned out, was about the same." The two girls giggled. "I suppose in most ways my tastes were a little stereotypical." "Perhaps, but I think you're incredibly beautiful." "That is incredibly self evident. Only the fact you haven't seen yourself keeps that statement from being a stupid observation." "I assume I'll see what you mean when I get a look in a mirror?" Cindy nodded. "So what are you planning to do with me?" "Help you get back into the swing of things, both in terms of dealing with your new body and dealing with what I've changed your business into." "What have you changed my business into and why not just keep running it yourself?" "It's your business. If you decide to keep me on, that's your choice. As to what I've changed your business into, I'm using your device for medical changes, returning burn victims and the like back to their former selves." "I was planning on doing that, but only after I finished my great crusade to save the world from men." "Men aren't so bad. Of course, having been one, I can't really say that I'm unbiased." "I just want to thank-you for not transforming me into some kind of slave to you, not that I wouldn't have deserved it. I was a real ass." "Don't mention it. Well, we're here." Cindy pressed the button beside the door, causing it to slide open. They stepped inside, and Cindy pointed to a full-length mirror mounted on one wall. "There you go, one mirror, ready to go." "Thanks." Sadira stepped up and looked in the mirror. "Holy crap! I look exactly like you, except for these," she said, lifting up her new boobs. "Yeah, just enough bigger so that people will be able to tell us apart." "As if that voice wasn't enough." Cindy rolled her eyes. "Don't remind me. I used to think that a cute little girl voice was something sexy. Now that I've got one, it's a real hassle. I can't even order pizza! The person on the other end keeps asking for my mommy!" Sadira giggled, and Cindy asked, "You think that's funny?" "A little." Cindy smiled. "I suppose I can admit that it's a little funny." "So now what?" "Now I reintroduce you to the girls and guys in the base." "The staff? Who'd you get to run the base?" "Same people you had." "The transformees, the ones that came out with average intelligence? I'm surprised. I thought you'd replace them with men and women better suited to the job. I was too paranoid to hire anybody, male or female, who might challenge me, so I staffed the base with controllable transformees and a few retarded or nearly retarded men to do the heavy stuff." "Yeah, I know. I fixed them. This transformation device of yours, when directed to positive actions, is really a marvelous thing." "So they're still in there?" "Nope. My chip wasn't necessary for small scale changes as you thought, but it did allow for easier, cleaner, safer transmission of energy, allowing for a much quicker transformation. With the same energy, I can now do forty transformations, and each transformation only takes one week." "Amazing." "I know. Tell me something, though. How much of this device that you built is actually stolen technology?" "The basic process and system is mine. After that, it's pretty much all from people I exploited and stole from, usually transforming them after I was finished with them. I'm not proud of that, well, not any more, and I do plan on making it up to them." "Good to hear it, but that will be between you and them. Shall we go?" "What about clothes?" "If you really feel you need them, there should be a lab coat that will fit you in the dresser, but nudity is pretty common in the base now. Even after the obligation to nudity was removed, most girls decided that they preferred to go without clothes?" "How many of the girls went back to being men? I assume you made that an option?" "I did, but none of the girls took me up on it. A few decided to become she-males, but none went back to being full men." "And you say most of them decide to go around in the buff?" "Unless they otherwise have to, yes." "Sounds like fun. Let's go." The two walked out and went to the main control room. Upon entering, Sadira noticed both how similar and how different the control room was. The basic layout of control panels and machinery was still the same, but there were a bunch of little plants, pictures, and other personal paraphernalia that gave the room a whole new, more personal feeling. There was also a bunch more people here. Before, Sadira only allowed one or two other people in the control room with her, even though the room could've been staffed by a half dozen. Now, the room was full staff, bustling with movement. After introductions were made, Julie said, "Miss Cindy, the Chamber of Commerce called and wanted you to call back as soon as possible." "A woman's work is never done. Be right back. You girls talk amongst yourselves and get reacquainted." After Cindy left, the tension in the room was like a palpable thing, and everyone was deathly quiet. Finally, Sadira said, "I want you all to know that I realize how bad I was before, that what I did was wrong, and I intend to do whatever I can to make it up to you and to be the best boss I can." For a few seconds no one said anything. Finally, Julie said, "Do you really mean that? You really willing to do whatever it takes?" "Yes." "Then don't come back. Give this business over to Cindy and go away." Sadira was utterly stunned. Truth was, she was prepared to give up her business, but when Cindy agreed to turn it back over to her, she hadn't considered the possibility of losing it again. Eventually, she found her voice and said, "But... But it's my business." "Cindy is done more with your business in one month then you have in the last two years. Besides, we just don't trust you. Cindy says she's removed all the problems that you had, but even with that, assuming it's true, we prefer Cindy. She's kind and nice, and even with your psychoses removed, I don't think the same could be said of you." Sadira wanted to protest, but she really couldn't. She knew she'd never be as kind as Cindy was, and that would always come between her and her employees. "All right, I'll do it." Julie was stunned. "You will? Just like that?" "Yes. I want to do what's best for everybody, and if that means leaving, then that's what I'll do. I'll go talk with Cindy now. Is she using my old office to do business?" "Yes." "Okay." Sadira turned to leave, but then turned back. "Do you mind if I come back to say goodbye? Or would you rather I didn't? I do feel affection towards you, even if I ruined any chance for any return on that." "I don't suppose a goodbye would hurt." "Thank you." Sadira left room and walked to her old office. She knocked lightly, then went in. Cindy was sitting on the edge of desk, talking on the phone, saying, "Thanks, Jack. Talk to you later," and hung up. Then, to Sadira, she said, "Hi, hun, come on in." After Sadira came into the office, Cindy asked, "You ready to resume your position as head of the company?" "That's what I came to talk to you about. The girls have decided that they don't want me back, that they can't trust me, and without that trust, I can't really serve effectively as the head of the company. So I've come to give the company over to you." "I appreciate the thought, but I can't do that." "You can't afford to be nice to me here. I just don't deserve to get my own business back." "It's not just being nice to you that's the big issue here. It's being too nice in general. Every time I walk into a business meeting, part of me wants to just be ultra-nice and give the other guy whatever he wants. Only constantly thinking of how that would affect the people working here has kept me from giving the entire business away. If I keep trying to do your job, I'm guessing that I'll have a nervous breakdown or sell off the business within the next week." "Then how do we resolve this? I don't want to force the girls to work with someone who they hate." "I think they hate you only because they don't know you yet. Tell you what, I'll stay on as your Chief Operations Officer. That way, if they don't want to, the girls don't have to have a lot of contact with you, but I think that after they get to know you, you'll get plenty of visitors to your office." "Okay, we'll give it a shot, but it's your job to talk the others into this, and if they don't agree, we'll have to think of something else." "I think I can do that. There is one thing more that I want." "What's that?" Cindy stood up, walked over to Sadira, took her in her arms, and kissed her deeply, to which, Sadira was not hesitant to respond. After they finished, Cindy said, "Let's face it. Physically, we are each other's fantasies, otherwise we wouldn't look so much alike, so I want to see where this goes. I want to try a real relationship." "Sounds like a great idea." Sadira then started another kiss, easily twice as passionate as the first.