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Helen By Stats "Helen, wake up. Helen! HELEN!" I awake with a start. My body is drenched in sweat. "Where the hell am I? Who is Helen?" I say out loud. I am gulping down air like I just surfaced from a long dive under water. "That's what I want to know?" says my wife, Cindy, who is less than affectionate having been awoken from a deep sleep with me shouting some girl's name other than hers. I look at the clock. It is 12:02 a.m. I light a cigarette and I am slowly able to focus on the myriad of details in my reality. "Honey, I wish I knew. I can tell you with absolute certainty I don't know anyone named Helen. At least not since high school." "Well, Adam, I think you discovered the perfect way to wake me up. There is no way I can get any sleep now. Think I will go downstairs and read my book." "I'm really sorry, sweetheart." I get up and give her a hug but I can tell she isn't buying the 'I don't know whom the damsel Helen is' story. I glance at the clock, it has been almost an hour since Cindy went downstairs and I still can't sleep. The mysterious "Helen" has taken over my entire thoughts. I go over the waking up process at least 50 times -I have never had an experience like that in my entire life. "Helen wake up. Helen. HELEN!" It was a man's voice but I don't recognize him either. "Shit, this is annoying." I finally get up and go down to make sure Cindy is okay. She is fast asleep on the sofa. I take the book from her lap and gently remove her glasses. I give her a love peck on the top of her head, sweep her long blond hair to a more comfortable position, tell her I love her and am rewarded with an "nrft". Resignedly, I turn off the light and sulk back upstairs. I sit down in the dark and have another cigarette. Dousing it with a vengeance, I mutter, "I am so tired" and am asleep again before my head has finished resettling into the pillow. I wake up with a start. I have been crying and my long black hair is blocking my view. What is going on? I look at clock. 2:02 a.m. Wait a minute, who am I? I turn on a light. I am in a girl's bedroom. I look around for a clue and finally I see a pad. I extend my hand to turn it and am startled by my slender hand with brilliant red long fingernails. A name is on a pad. "Helen Saunders" I say in a low feminine whisper. With that my eyes spring open and I am back in my own bed with my stale breath, bristle brush beard and loose cotton pajamas jammed up in my crotch. I try to stay focused on what I saw before I found myself back in my room. A note pad. A very feminine hand reaching for it. The name on the pad: "Helen Saunders". Don't leave me yet! There is an address, San Francisco. What is that above the city name? 1441 Armdale Circle. I look at my night table. There is no notepad. There are no feminine hands. There is only a filthy ashtray with a pile of butts in it. I scramble to the dresser and write the address down fearing it will fade momentarily "This is serious crap," I say to myself. I haven't been to San Francisco for 15 years and I don't remember any Armdale Circle. Was I in Helen Saunders' body? It sure felt like it. Those were some beautiful red nails that moved to the pad. There is no way I am going to try to go asleep again. To tell the truth I am alarmed. What made it doubly alarming was that I enjoyed my two or three second's as Helen Saunders. I am a closet transvestite and was totally captivated by the feel of long hair across my face and the brief view of my long thin fingers as they reached for the note pad. I sneak downstairs again. Cindy is snoring on the sofa. I creep past her and into the study. I softly close the door and in moments I have address finder on my screen. I type in the words "Saunders" and "San Francisco." I am rewarded with six entries, the third shows an address of 1441 Armdale Circle. The name is actually John and Eileen Saunders. John is the person I must of heard trying to tell me to wake up. There is an e-mail address. But who is Helen? A daughter? What am I to do? Can I send them a message without sounding like a perfect idiot? I need to think about this before I make a move. It is about four in the morning. Thank God it is Friday, but that means everyone who owns a car will be on the freeway to downtown Los Angeles. I decide if I get an early start I will get a parking spot at work. The day drags slowly by. My mind is about 250 miles north trying to figure out what to do. I finally decide I have to go up to San Francisco and meet with Helen Saunders. Fate must be playing with me as during coffee break I spot a brochure in the lunchroom. I am an insurance adjuster and made to order is an insurance adjuster conference in San Francisco next Monday through Thursday. It has been years since I was at a conference and I have no trouble getting approval from my boss to attend. "Well Adam, so you finally want to find out how you should be running your Department. Go, go, by all means, my blessing, see you on Friday." I managed to get myself booked into the conference and a hotel from Sunday afternoon through Friday morning. Cindy takes the news fatalistically. "Well, I wish your company had of given you more notice so I could go with you. I would love to spend a couple of days in San Francisco. But, that is alright. You go, at least I will get a couple of good night sleeps." By nine we are both ready to hit the sack. I tell her that she should use the bed and I will sleep on the sofa. She raises no objection. I glance over to the clock beside the bed. It tells me that it is six o'clock. I then realize that I should be on the sofa, not in a bed. I sit up and immediately I am aware of long hair brushing over my face and a jiggling on my chest. My hands rise to investigate and I have two sizeable breasts. I rise and turn on the light. There in the mirror in front of me with the reflection of a most beautiful young lady. I see her confirm that she is indeed a girl. I sit in front of the makeup mirror and just stare at my gorgeous image. Where is Helen at this moment if I am here? There is a knock on my door and a strange man pokes his head in the room. "Are you okay sweetheart? At least you didn't scream when you woke up this time. It is really early, you should try to get some more sleep, Helen." "I'm fine, Dad. I just can't sleep. I am going to take a shower to relax me." I take a chance at Dad instead of daddy and he shows no concern, just closes the door. I glance to the bedside table and see the notepad I recalled earlier. I see my red fingernails go toward it and turn it so I can read what it says. Adam, please contact me. Do you know what is going on? 415-555-9494 1441 Armdale Circle San Francisco Helen Saunders. I turn the page and add. Will be in San Francisco on Sunday. Staying at Fairmont hotel through Friday morning. My wife's name is Cindy. Look forward to hearing from you. 626-555-1234 Adam Paris I fold the page with her note back over top. She will be able to see there is writing on the page below. This note makes me feel like Helen is in the room with me. I resolve to act like a perfect gentleman and not do anything to embarrass the young girl whose body I inhabit. I decide if this is to be a long-term thing I will have plenty of time to investigate Helen. Having reached that decision, I pull off my nightgown, to have a shower to cool my thoughts. As I wait for the shower to warm up I watch my nipples become rock hard and start to ache. Five minutes later I have brought myself to an intense climax. So much for gentlemanly resolve. I return from the shower and relax on the bed, completely naked. Every couple of minutes I sit up and stare into the mirror at my beautiful image. After a while, I decide to try some clothes on. I find a matching fancy black bra and panty set as well as some sheer pantyhose in Helen's lingerie drawer. I cannot resist trying on outfit after outfit. I, of course, have no problem with makeup, matching clothes or zippers. It is a transvestite's dream. I look at my beautiful feet in a pair of black high heel strap sandals. I look at my feminine butt under a black waist cincher. I look at my shapely legs under the black frilly slip. I look at my hourglass figure in cocktail dresses. I look at my cleavage in blouses, tank tops and summer dresses. Helen has a most beautiful black mini-dress in her closet and I can't resist trying it on. It has been an incredible hour and I lie down on the bed and bring myself to an intense orgasm. I must have dozed off as the next thing I am conscious of is waking up with a broad smile on my lips as visions of the past hour pass over my mind. My eyes open and I find myself in my own body in bed with Cindy. We are naked and entwined in each other's arms. The clock says 6:57 a.m. After a few minutes one of her eyes open and I am rewarded with a soft passionate kiss. "Adam that was the best sex I have ever experienced. It was like you knew exactly what I wanted and when. I don't know what your fantasies were but you can call me Helen any time you want if you do that to me again. I think I should cancel my tennis match this morning for some more of that." and she smiles at me again. I persuade Cindy to go have her game after making her a breakfast of toast and coffee, in bed, of course. At 8:30 she leaves all aglow and in a cloud. I phone Helen. The phone number is her private line and she is in her bedroom. "Hi Helen, its Adam." "Oh Adam, thank God. What is happening? I know you were here last night as I woke up wearing my black mini-dress. You must have been in my body. I was in your body. How is Cindy this morning? I am sorry; I just couldn't help myself. When I went exploring I found her naked on your bed. I just had to touch her. Then I had to caress her. She started moaning and your body was too much for me, I seduced her. I couldn't help myself, please don't be mad at me. Her first orgasm woke her up and it didn't take long for both of us to become too aroused to stop. I don't think she suspects a thing that it wasn't you." "You are totally forgiven, I haven't seen Cindy this placated in years. Oh, incidentally your Dad popped his head in the door last night. I told him you were tense and needed to take a shower. I hope you can get by that." "No problem. Why was I in my mini dress, Adam?" "Helen, you are incredibly beautiful and I am afraid I got carried away too. I had to try on your black mini-dress. Oh God, I hope we get to do this again. I have never been so turned on in my life." "Just wearing my clothes turned you on?" "Helen, I am a transvestite. I don't think Cindy suspects. But talk about being turned loose in a cookie factory. Your clothes are so sensual on your body, and there isn't a man alive I couldn't seduce in your black mini-dress." "What are we going to do, Adam? Have you any idea of why this is happening? If we continue to change bodies, we need a whole lot of info on each other." For the next thirty minutes we talk about our three experiences but are no wiser why this is happening. It turns out the first incident occurred while she was in the bathroom brushing her teeth with her electric toothbrush. She switched on her electric hair dryer at the same time and the next thing she knew her Dad was trying to wake her up, as she was unconscious on the bathroom floor. She had a momentary flash of being elsewhere and when she was alone in her room, she started to cry. She knew she had been in someone else's body and wrote her name, phone number, and address on the pad. If it happened again she would at least let the person know who she is. She then got the shakes and started to cry until she woke up in my body a second time. This time she was awake long enough to realize she was in a male body and that body was in a foreign bed. She managed to look at my reflection in the mirror and determine my name was Adam before she passed out on the bed. By the time we had exchanged our experiences we felt as close as brother and sister. She confided in me that being in my body was a real power trip, she couldn't wait for the next time. Finally we exchange facts about each other's lives: our family and friends, pet names, habits, food preferences, favorite things, and history. By the time we were finished we both felt that we had enough to get by until we met on Sunday night in San Francisco. We agreed to leave notes in special places should anything occur to us and we exchanged bodies again. One thing, Helen made me promise to quit smoking, cold turkey, and not take another cigarette ever again. She also informed me she was not a virgin but was currently not on any birth control program so I had to be careful. Helen is 21, exactly 5 years younger than me. We have the same birth date. We agree to meet at the Fairmont hotel at 7 p.m. for dinner on Sunday night and hang up. On hanging up, I reflected on the conversation. It appears that Helen was as much carried away being me as I was being her. She also seemed very mature and quite willing to share her intimate secrets with me. I guess we are as close as two people can be sharing each other's bodies. Neither of us to figure out what was going on. She had never experienced anything remotely like this and neither did I. I try to figure out the pattern. The first session couldn't be more than 2 seconds long. My guess the second session was maybe 2 minutes long. But the last session was nearly an hour in length. Being an insurance adjuster and having a degree in math initiates my curiosity. I write down the sequence. The duration of the body exchange is getting longer and the duration between exchanges is also longer but not as exponential. 00:02 Friday 2 or 3 seconds 02:00 Friday 2 minutes 06:00 Saturday 57 minutes When Cindy arrives home I am given a passionate kiss and dragged up to our bedroom. In no time I am duplicating what Helen told me she had done to her and am rewarded with her climaxing uncontrollably. After an hour we are both so totally exhausted that we drop off to sleep. I awake about two hours later with no out of body experiences. I guess both Helen and I have to be asleep for something to happen. Cindy finally wakes and turns to me with a smile, "Not quite as good as last night, Adam, but still totally adequate. Last night it was like you read my mind." "Just wait till I have several days more experience," I think to myself, "then I will keep you in a state of perpetual arousal." At the risk of starting something over again, I play with my tongue in her belly button. After a session of girly squeals from Cindy I head off to have a shower. Saturday night we retire early. After our fourth love session of the day, we didn't even achieve that on our honeymoon, we both fall asleep totally satisfied and exhausted. The next thing I know the clock shows 7:03 Sunday morning. But I am looking at the clock over Cindy's naked breasts; there was no exchange last night as far as I remember. In celebration, I lightly trace circles on her left breast with a few strands of her long golden hair. The nipple immediately jumps to attention. In short order both nipples are erect. I very gently rub Cindy's clitoris and carefully watch as her breath becomes more and more pronounced. Her legs unconsciously opening giving me better access. I stop and wait for a moan as she pushes her mound up in search of something she thought was there. A few minutes later I perform the ritual all over again. This time she is starting to drip on the bed sheets but is still not awake. I ever so gently rub her clitoris. Her stomach tenses and a small moan escapes her parting lips. I return to her nipples and sweep them once more with her hair. Her hips are swaying and she saying in her sleep, "Oh yes, yes, faster, faster..." I match her swaying hips with my moving finger and she wakes in the middle of an earth shattering orgasm. I swing on top of her and her legs lock in the middle of my back while I am uncontrollably pulsating and her pussy is making incredible sucking sounds. I can tell this orgasm came from within her body and had reached her very soul. All I can say is my one-hour as Helen had given me amazing understanding of the female orgasm machinery. The day passes quickly. Cindy desperately wants to go to San Francisco but each time she is about to give in she backs off. I finally leave her at the gate with a love filled kiss. I can't remember the last time she was breathing heavy from just a kiss. My mind wanders back to the question of why Helen and I hadn't exchanged bodies last night. I do some math with the sequence I have and decide the next exchange will be some time this evening. Whether we have another session or not we have to meet. At 5:00 p.m. I have an enormous craving for a cigarette but abide by my promise to Helen. At 5:10 p.m. there is a light rap on my hotel room door and although it is very early I expect that it is Helen. I open the door and am greeted by Cindy wearing the same outfit she wore when we went on our honeymoon. "I don't care if they fire me." she says. "I can't bear to be away from you for five whole days after our last five sessions in bed." I hear the door click shut as she hovers over me on the bed trying to suck my tongue out of my mouth. I have never seen her in such a state. After forty-five minutes of lovemaking we are both exhausted and fall asleep in each other's arms. I wake up and see the clock says 6:10. God, Helen will be here in 50 minutes, what am I to do? I then realize that I am in Helen's bedroom and I look down at a pair of breasts neatly framed by the all too familiar black mini-dress. I bolt up and look at a startled face in the mirror. I see my purse on the vanity and remember Helen telling me she has a red Honda Accord. I freshen my lipstick and brush a few wayward hairs in place and once again I looking at one flawlessly beautiful lady. I hurry down the stairs shouting, "Got to go, I'm late, I'm late." Mom is at the bottom of the stairs and I give her a hug as I fly by. "Bye Dad," I yell at the pair of feet I see through the living room door. "Bye honey, have a good time." I hear from the voice attached to the feet. Meanwhile, Helen has woken up in Adam's body. Cindy's sleeping body is nestled in her arms. She feels Adam's penis stiffen and immediately knows that she is going to have sex with her. As delicately as she can she unwinds from Cindy and helps her as she rolls on her back, still asleep. There is no need to stimulate her breasts, they are like granite. By carefully caressing her legs she gets Cindy to part them giving her free access to her soaking pussy. She carefully messages behind Cindy's knees and her legs move as commanded. Helen uses her tongue to trace lazy circles lightly, first one leg and then the other, steadily moving toward her pussy. She hears moaning from above and notices that Cindy's hips are starting to piston. As she looks up she sees Cindy's stomach mussels tighten and fluids dripping from within her. "Oh, Adam! What a beautiful way for a girl to wake up. You better hurry or I will be finished before you. "No way," Helen says to herself. She slowly inserts two fingers into Cindy's over lubricated vagina. Finding the spot she looking for by noticing Cindy's gyration pattern, she stops! By this time she has her tongue in Cindy's mouth so she can't say anything. Cindy thinks she is going to go mad. Adam has found her G- spot but is not messaging it. He has his mouth over hers so she can't tell him to rub it. She is bucking her hips and trying to move the fingers within her by every means possible. She clinches them with her pussy lips. She is pistoning her hips. She pushes down, up, sideways. But nothing she can do will move those fingers. Her breathing becomes more and more rapid. Try as she might she can't orgasm. Then she feels a slight movement of the fingers. It stops, was it her imagination. No, there it is again, only more intense. She desperately wants to orgasm but the movement is not enough to make it happen. Adam releases her mouth. Between gasps she begs to make her cum. "Oh please, Adam, please move your fingers. I am going to explode." He starts by rubbing her clitoris but it is not enough and the frustration makes her sob. Then she feels a volcano of pressure build up within her and her whole being focuses on the point of impending eruption. Totally out of control, it releases, and releases, and releases... She doesn't even notice that Adam has replaced his fingers and is erupting within her. She has no control over her body as it pulses and erupts and twists and turns. She understands the pain of climbing the mountain was necessary for her to enjoy the free fall. And she tightly holds onto the only other thing in her universe, Adam. After a few minutes Cindy is fast asleep, totally exhausted from almost two hours of orgasms. Adam's body untangles himself from Cindy and has a shower. While he is shaving, Helen thinks to herself, "Now this is a new experience, I wonder what it would feel like to have a beard or mustache?" The Adam body emerges in fresh clothes, looks at the sleeping Cindy and pulls the bedspread over her. "This beats masturbation all to pieces." he says to himself. There is a light rap on the door. He looks at his watch and confirms it is just after 7. He opens the door and lets the Helen body in. They sit on the sofa opposite the bed and talk in hushed tones. "Well Helen, I am certainly glad to finally meet you," the Helen body says. "Isn't this weird? I fall asleep in my wife's arms after an hour of sex and wake up in your room all decked out to meet me." "And I fall asleep in my bed having got ready to meet you and wake up naked and in your wife's arms. I might have been a bit easier on her if I had known she already had a long sex session. Anyway, we wore the poor dear out." They exchange information for about a half an hour before Cindy wakes up. They discuss the pro's and con's of leaving and let her sleep but decide she needs to be brought into the loop. Finally the Helen body gets up and makes three stiff drinks. She gives one to Adam and puts a second on the bed stand by Cindy. "I think we all are going to need this in the next few minutes." Finally, Cindy wakes up, stretches letting the bed sheet fall revealing her still erect nipples. She then sees this beautiful young lady sitting with her husband and grabbing the sheets tries to cover her nakedness. "Who are you?" she stutters. "Cindy, her name is Helen Saunders and although you don't know it you have already met her twice," the Adam body says in a reserved tone of voice. At the sound of her name, Cindy's eyes bulge out at the beautiful young lady in the black seductive mini-dress. The Helen body adds with a tone of familiarity "Cindy, there is a drink beside you. I suggest you drink it before we tell you what has happened since Friday night when your husband awoke yelling my name in his sleep even though he had never met me till now." "About an hour ago," the Helen body begins, "we involuntarily switched bodies. I fell asleep with you in my arms and Helen woke up a minute or so later in my body. I simultaneously woke up in her body in her room about twenty miles from here." "You have never met Helen before now?" Cindy gasps. "And she just made love to me." She downs her drink in one gulp. "Well that explains the two different styles between my first session and second session with you. It also explains how you were able to get into my head and know exactly how my body reacts to different stimuli in the second session. This happened once before, yesterday morning, didn't it?" "Yes," the Adam body replies. "And at the moment you are Helen", she points at the Adam body, "and you are my husband," she points at the Helen body. "Yes," the Helen body replies. "Oh, God! I need another drink. Proof, I need more proof," and she faces Helen. "What did I have for breakfast this morning?" "You didn't have breakfast this morning." "What is my mother's maiden name?" "How the hell should I know?" "What is your mother's maiden name?" "Johnson." "Which section of the newspaper did I ask for this afternoon?" "The travel section." And on and on her questions went. By the time Cindy had exhausted herself there was no doubt in her mind that the Helen body, not the Adam body, was really her husband. "Well, making love to two people has given me a voracious appetite. I think we need to go out for dinner." Cindy announces and taking her scattered clothes disappears into the bathroom. Thirty minutes later a freshly showered Cindy emerges from the bathroom. She is radiant. There are no other words for it; she looks well fucked. It appears that she has accepted the situation, having come to the conclusion that at no time in her life did she feel as satisfied and loved as right now. Adam escorts the two beautiful ladies to the hotel restaurant. It is an enjoyable meal as they get to know each other. They decide, given the intimacies they enjoyed that Helen and Adam would be called their body names regardless of who was in their possession. The Helen body adjusts to her new role quickly. There are a good number of lustful glances from the various males that come by and she is hard put to not give them a knowing smile. Both Cindy and the Adam body give her pointers on how to carry herself and soon she displays the grace of a fashion model. She learns over dinner that she does not have a boyfriend at the moment. She is given intimate details about her Mom and Dad, her preferences, and her friends. She also learns that she can't order big meals such as steak without paying a horrendous price in exercise. The Adam body, on the other hand, enjoys a large prime rib for the first time in her life. There is no trace of guilt. He learns that the insurance adjustment seminar starts tomorrow and is worried as he may meet a number of work contacts and will have no idea who they are. They decide they need to buy two cell phones after dinner. Cindy gives him a complete history of their married life and even go into their courtship. Cindy, has come to terms with the situation. Whether it is Adam or Helen in her husband's body she has no problem being his wife. She and Helen seem to have a lot of things in common and are only two years different in age. "You know, Helen," she feels compelled to say to the Adam body "I would really count it an honor if we could become best friends in addition to some time lovers." "I feel the same." is the reply. "But is your husband up to having a boyfriend or even a husband, and how do you feel about that?" "To be entirely fair," Cindy responds with a far away look in her eyes, "I thoroughly enjoyed making love to you in Adam's body, Helen. Therefore, I should have no objection to him making love to a man that possessed my body. But I am not there yet. We need to cross that bridge when we come to it." "But if he had a husband, should he not be allowed to make love to him as you have made love to me?" the Helen body responds. "Yes, that would also be fair. But I don't feel comfortable with it and need to spend some time thinking about the consequences." Cindy replies. Adam in Helen's body needs to speak. "Two things cross my mind which may have relevance. I have been in Helen's body now for three hours. I don't know how much longer this will last but soon the cycle may involve years." "Second, if it is years and you do not want to make love to me as a woman, that leaves me with no love life and you married to Helen in my body. I really enjoy being Helen, but the thought of loosing you for years is too much for me to bear." "You really enjoy being a woman, Adam?" Cindy says in surprise. "Cindy, have another drink, I need to tell you something important." Cindy listens as Adam confesses his transvestite obsession. "It doesn't mean I love you any less, just that I love wearing female clothes," says the Helen body, "and this situation is too much for me not to relish. I also am starting to enjoy the feeling of being a girl, and I don't know where that will lead." "How odd," the Adam body says, "with each passing hour I feel more comfortable as a male than a female. Does this mean I will soon be totally male if I remain in Adam's body?" The three decide it is all too confusing but should there be a next cycle they will need to be 100% totally honest with each other about their preferences and emotions. As they leave Cindy turns to her husband. "I can live with you being a transvestite, in fact given my new found sexual appetite this may be a good thing." Epilogue: Adam was right, the cycles of body exchange were becoming longer. The actual times were: 00:02 Friday 2 or 3 seconds 02:00 Friday 2 minutes 06:00 Saturday 57 minutes 18:02 Sunday 762 minutes or 12.7 hours 20.04 Thursday 13,227 minutes or 9.19 days About 33 days later: 2,872,422 minutes or 5.47 years Adam found the duration of the body exchange was a 3rd power equation with the independent variable being the time of change. He worked many years on the problem but could never find an equation that would predict the times of change. He also never found out the reason for the body exchange in the first place. Needless to say, Helen took over the role of Cindy's husband, Adam. They had a girl who was named Helen, who later enjoyed pulling on his beard. Adam became totally female and after about a year married George and had two children. At the end of the 5.47 years the four were on a months vacation, well planned in advance by Helen's calculations. When the change occurred Cindy really enjoyed sex with her true husband, realizing this would be their last opportunity. He had learned a lot about women's orgasms, and kept his wife perpetually aroused. As for George, he couldn't explain it but Helen seemed to know exactly what turned him on and which buttons to press. He told her for years after that that vacation was the best sex he ever had. The final body exchange occurred on the third to last day of their vacation.