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Seedy Pirate By Persephone CHAPTER ONE: The Beginning I... I really don't know where to start. I know I said I needed to talk to you, to tell you something, to explain. Well, like I said on the phone, I need to tell you something about me that you need to know. I guess that down deep I knew I would be in this spot someday trying to explain this to someone. I really want you to know that I appreciate you being here and I hope that you are willing to keep an open mind. Please be willing to at least try to understand what I'm about to tell you and please let me tell it my way. Above all, if I can ever get started here, please don't stop me. I don't know if I would ever get started again. This really is hard. Hard to start and harder to explain. Oh well, here goes. Now, as you know I am self-employed. That I work as a consultant and I work out of my home. Most of the time I never see or talk with my customers. Almost all my business is through Email or over the Internet. Anyway, I've always loved technology. For that matter I still do. I'm just more cautious with it now. Anyway, like I said, I love technology. I just hated to pay for it. You know how it is. A new product comes out and you feel you just have to have it but it costs a fortune because it's new. So, if you want it, you have to pay through the nose for it. But hi-tech is moving so fast that your nifty new toy is passe before you pay off the debt on your credit card. Then you have to go deeper in debt to keep up or you buy stuff that's already out of date. I didn't have the cash to pay for the latest and the greatest and I didn't have the patience to wait for the price to go down. So what did I do? Well... there were people that helped me get what I wanted at a reasonable price. There was guy in a computer shop on 122nd and Glisan. Well, I guess it doesn't really matter where it is. Besides, it's been torn down now anyway. As I was saying, I got the latest computer components from him and I could afford his prices. For my music I could get the latest recordings from a kid that works in a music store downtown. The kid was able to get all my computer programs too. He even included photocopies of the instruction manuals. Of course I couldn't register them and calling for tech support sometimes got a little dicey but I got by. Audio was a bit more difficult but there were places that I could get recorders, players and other stereo components. All in all I kept up quite well with advancing technology and my credit card balance was usually about zero. What do you mean where do these things come from? They come from the people I buy them from. I didn't ask where they got them. Was the stuff stolen property? How should I know? I didn't care? I wasn't a fence or a thief. Do you ask the butcher where he gets his steaks? No! You just buy it, take it home and enjoy it the same as I did with the things I bought. I lived what I thought was an honest, moral, normal and ordinary life before this and I'm trying to keep some shred of that normalcy in my life now. Besides, that's why I asked you to come here tonight. Please try not to interrupt me. I want, no, I need you to hear this. Afterwards you can ask questions. Okay? I'm only telling you this because I thought you should know something about my past considering our situation and I am not getting touchy! Okay. I'm calm. Please just listen to me. Like I said, I knew people that could get me the latest stuff at reasonable prices and I took advantage of the opportunity. Did I feel guilty? Look, I'm trying to be open and honest with you and you keep asking questions that have nothing to do with what I'm trying to tell you! Please just be patient, Honey. It will all become clear in a little bit. Yes, yes. I'm fine and I'm trying to get to the point. It's just that it's a little hard to explain and you need to hear the background to really understand. Can I continue? Uninterrupted this time? Are the cops looking for me? Of course not! And if they were they wouldn't be looking for *me* exactly. But I need to continue with what I was saying, dear. This will all be clear when I'm done. Or at least I will feel better knowing that I told you, I hope. Okay. Just let me take a deep breath. There. Well, as I was saying, I knew some people that could get things for me and one day about a year and a half ago the kid at the music store offhandedly mentioned that he was on the Internet and stumbled on this weird ad on a bulletin board the night before. I asked him what was so weird and he told me the ad was for some kind of 'special CD's' that were supposed to be enhanced audio/visual. I asked him what an enhanced audio/visual CD was and he had no idea unless it was some sort of new kind of music video on CD but it didn't seem like that was what the ad was about. Well, my interest was piqued so I asked him where the bulletin board was. He gave me the address and said that if I went there to look for 'Seedy Pirate'. I wrote down the address, paid him for my stuff and headed for home. Well, like I said, my interest was piqued so as soon as I got home I went on-line and started looking for the ad. With the address he gave me I found it and the kid was right. It didn't really say much but it did interest me. I had to know what this guy was selling so I posted a note to the Seedy Pirate. I felt a little stupid answering an ad from a guy named Seedy when I didn't know what it was for but I just couldn't let it go. I had to know. After that it seemed that I checked for an answer about every couple hours for three days. Just when I was convinced it was a gag and was going to quit checking I got an answer. All it said was "city & state?" I assumed it was asking for where I lived so I answered. Again I checked whenever I had a spare moment but it took about three days for the answer. Again it was cryptic. All it said was 'Garfield's-#4-10/4- 1930 sharp!' Yes! I will get to the point! But you need to know, to understand everything or none of this will make sense to you. Hell, it barely makes any sense to me even now and I was there. So, where was I? I wish you wouldn't interrupt me any more. Oh yea, the answer. 'Garfield's-#4-10/4-1930 sharp!' At first I had no idea what the heck it was all about but as I looked at it I figured it had to be a place, 'Garfield's.' A date, 'October 4th.' And a time, '1930' which would be 7:30 PM. At the time I had no clue what the #4 was. I looked in the phone book and found a 'Garfield's Stable" It was a bar and restaurant on N.E. 4th Avenue down in the 'Old Town' area of the city. That had to be it. It was the only 'Garfield's in the book. I debated my sanity and whether to go or not. I even drove past the place to see what it looked like. And then I waited the two days till the 4th." By the 4th I was a mess. Was I going or wasn't I? God I wish I hadn't gone now looking back. But I did go. I walked through the door a few minutes before 7:30 and found that it was an okay place. It had sort of a, what do you call it, a period atmosphere and was like being in one of the old English pubs that you see in the movies. Kinda like that with the wood paneling and big beams and all. The waitresses were dressed in the late eighteen hundreds style clothing with long dresses and those hair dos and all and the bartender had a big handlebar mustache and wore a bowler hat. Anyway, like I said it looked like an okay place. Just as I got through the door a waitress came up to me and said, "Good evening. May I help you?" I remembered the #4 in the return answer I'd received so I said, "Yes, number four please?" She said, "Very good. Your party has already arrived and is waiting for you. This way please." I followed her through the isles to a booth. As we approached our apparent destination I noticed a sign over the table that said 'Stable #4' and saw a man sitting there holding a draft beer. He was a strange looking guy that I can best describe as a geek or a nerd type. I mean right down to the heavy black glasses held together with a paperclip to replace a missing screw and the pocket protector filled with pens and pencils. He twitched rather than move and appeared very jumpy. As I stood there he just about lost it. "You lookin' for the Seedy Pirate?" he asked nervously. I nodded yes and he motioned me to sit. The waitress asked if she could get me anything. I said a Henry's would be fine and she left. "Look, what I have isn't like anything you've ever seen or heard of before ya know." He started. I interrupted and told him that his ad had interested me enough to respond but that I didn't know what he was selling from his description in the ad or how much it cost. I asked him just what it was that he had. He said he wasn't going into that right now and started asking me questions about my computer while he nervously played with the napkin that had been under his drink. He looked around in his nervous, twitching way and then turned back to me. "Okay. Look, I work for a bunch of research geeks in a lab up on the hill in Southwest. You know, at the medical school. They said they were trying to map the human brain. They wanted to be able to find out just where everything happens and what it does and then put it all into a computer. They said that they wanted to put an entire person into the computer. Every thought, every memory, every feeling, every habit. Everything! All that a person is they wanted to download into a computer and then be able to upload it into another body but that it was too much data. They couldn't get it all in and needed some help. That's where I came in. I do computers. "At first I had no idea what it was that I was working on but I told them that they had to tell me if I was going to be able to help them. Once I knew what was going on and what they needed I got to work. I love a challenge. I was able to 'ZIP' everything they gave me and get it on a whole bunch of CD's but it was impossible to get it back out in any way that made sense. It was just a bunch of random and disconnected pieces of input. Just the way the brain stores things they said. Problem was that we didn't have a way to put it in any kind of order so it could be uploaded to another body. The information didn't come with a directory or index for all of the input we got out. It needed to be put in order somehow so it would go back to the right places." He twitched a few more times and played with his glasses then continued. "During the process I discovered that if they would collect the input as it happened and record it moment-to-moment as the person went through their day that it was self-sequencing and the destination was easy to track. They still wanted to download the entire brain and had me working on that too but they soon got distracted from their main goal with the sequenced thing and started working on the daily input idea. They soon dragged me in with them and I dropped the 'whole brain' project soon after that." I leaned over and said to him, "Your career and the research makes a very interesting story but what has that to do with why I'm here tonight?" "I'm getting to that!" He said. "I just think that you need to know at least a little of the background of what you might be buying first. Like I was saying, I was able to get a whole day on one set of six CD's for them. I devised a modified zip program to sorta 'ZIP' the information on a CD with a code at the beginning to load unzipped on to a hard drive and play back from there and then delete itself from the hard drive on completion of the CD. When all of the CD's were put into a multi CD holder a person could play back someone else's entire day moment-by-moment through the computer when they wore a skullcap thing with sensors in it. "I invented a replacement for the skullcap that was made of fine but stiff wires connecting the sensors to a miniature digital phone transmitter. The new 'skullcap' was fitted to the person's head and the hair was combed through and over the open weave so it became virtually invisible. The person they wanted to record could go about their business all day and never be bothered by the equipment. They might notice a small bump when they combed their hair but other than that it would be like it wasn't even there. They could wear it almost indefinitely. It was even waterproof so the person could shower or even swim. The only drawback is if the subject was bald. Then obviously the invisible part would be out. "With the equipment in place the geeks at the lab could just dial a phone number and start recording any time they wanted. They could track and record any number of people at the same time. The people being recorded would never feel a thing. They tested it with one of their own number first for a couple of hours and it worked like a charm. I was really proud of my work and how I had solved all of their technical problems. But then I found out that they didn't consider me a part of the team. I was just hired help. A computer geek. They didn't even mention my name in their reports. They claimed that they invented all of the equipment and methods! "I was pissed and decided to figure a way to bring them down a notch or two as soon as I had the chance. That is where you come in. I plan to make a lot of money off of my inventions and methods and their research material, but I'm getting ahead of myself just a bit. Where was I? Oh yes. The gathering of the data. "They advertised for a test subject in the college paper and on the bulletin boards around the school but these guys didn't have a real good reputation. They were only able to get one person to come in and check it out. She was a twenty-two year old grad student in need of some extra cash to pay some of her expenses. She was definitely a fine looking woman with all the right curves in all the right places. But that's not important right now. "Anyway, the first thing she wanted to know was what it paid and then what it would do to her. They told her that the device would not 'do' anything to harm her in any way and that it would just record her brainwaves during the day and they would then use the data for research. They also told her that she could go about her life as usual and that nothing would change because of the device. She was only required to let them put it on her and then come back in two weeks to have it removed. "Because she was the only person to respond in the two months that they had placed the ads and notices they were 'over the barrel' so to speak. She argued and negotiated like a tiger and on the grounds that she had to wear this thing and that her brainwaves would belong to them she finally got them to agree to a year's tuition and books and even throw in some living expenses. Just for two weeks of wearing the device for them! They're damn smart researchers but they couldn't negotiate their way out of a paper bag. But what the hell, they have a very well funded research grant. "Well, to cut this short, the device was attached and they sent her on her way. Her instructions were to ignore the device on her head and just live her life as she usually did. They waited until first thing the next morning, it was a Saturday, and then dialed the number and waited for the connection. There were two rings and the data started to flow into the computer. I received the first data to put on CD's the next day early in the afternoon and spent the rest of the day and most of the night working on it. I used my modified ZIP program and downloaded everything onto six discs. I made copies for the researchers and took the masters for myself. I was able to sneak the CD's out of the lab by putting them in my music jewel cases so they looked like the CD's I was always playing on my headset. I took them home and made more copies and that is what I'm going to sell to you." Besides being bored almost to tears with his long story, I had no idea what I would do with six CD's of some woman's brainwaves. I looked at him and asked, "What the hell am I supposed to do with twenty-four hours of some woman's brainwaves?" Okay! Look Honey, I know you're bored to tears. I'm sorry about that but if things are going to continue between us I have to tell you this story and you have to listen to it! I'm not going to have it be like in the movies where there is a secret between two people and it never gets told and when it comes out it destroys their relationship. If our relationship is going to be destroyed I want it to be now, not later. Please listen to this and then ask your questions, okay? Now, please, just let me go on with it. Well, like I was saying, I asked this Seedy Pirate guy, 'What the hell am I supposed to do with twenty-four hours of some woman's brainwaves?' He said, "First, there isn't twenty-four hours. As part of the ZIP process anytime there was no meaningful input I didn't record the waves. Now the brain does work twenty- four hours a day but a lot of the time there is a negative amount of input. The prime example being during sleep. The brain is active but there is no real worthwhile input, just the random ramblings of a brain in Dream State and such. That is not recorded on the CD's. Basically you get all of her waking hours. "Second, you're not getting brainwaves. You're getting her every thought. Everything she senses during the day. That's all five of the senses. Sight, hearing, smell, touch and taste. Basically you'll get whatever she lived through that day and you will live through it when you play it back. You will be in her body so to speak and will receive the input from all of her senses. You will know exactly what it is like to be her. To feel like her, see like her, taste what she tastes. You will feel every twitch of her muscles, the breeze blowing in her hair, the smell of the places she goes, everything. Every one of her senses will be your senses when you play these CD's. "But wait, there's more. As an added bonus you will also receive all of her thoughts just as she put them together in her brain at the time she received the sensory input. Hell, you might even be getting the infamous women's intuition, I don't know. The guys at the lab don't even know about the thoughts yet. I didn't include them on their CD's. Just another shot from me as payback. Just wait till those bastards have a public announcement and claim all the credit and I come out with 'the rest of the story.' "Oh yeah, one other thing I forgot to mention. You have to find a nice comfortable place to lie down when you play these discs. There is a code at the beginning of each CD just before the unzip starts. The code disconnects your brain from your body the same way as it disconnects when you are asleep so you don't move around in your dreams. I had to do that. Otherwise when she moved, you would move and we couldn't have that. The only difference is that you won't really be asleep. You will be fully conscious but immobilized. You will just lie there and enjoy the experience." He leaned back in his seat, smiled and said, "Well, what do you think? Are you interested?" It was impossible to contain my excitement. The very thought of being able to live another person's life for a day. To be able to know what it's like to be someone else was unbelievable! I was sold. I had to have these CD's. I didn't even stop to think that this guy might be full of shit and just working a con on me. I tried to act calm when I asked him how much it would cost me but I know he knew I was far from calm and disinterested. He knew he had me hooked and he reeled me in. "I'm not greedy. I figure I'll sell a bunch of these once the word gets around so as my first customer I'll sell you the first day's set of six CD's for $500 because it includes the program and the other hardware. Then I'll sell you all of the rest of the two weeks at $200 per day. Let's see, that comes to... $3100 for the whole two weeks. Tell you what, make that three grand even right now and they're yours. That's $400 for the first six and $200 for the rest of the days. I'll deliver each day as I get them recorded. And don't even try to argue. The price is firm! Everyone else I sell to will be at $500 a day!" I asked if he would take a check and he said he would, but that it damn well better clear the bank. He said he would work out the delivery methods and let me know via email. He said that after that night he didn't ever want to see me again. I wrote him a check and told him my address was on it. Then I took delivery of the first six CD's, a program disk, a headset and an instruction sheet. As we parted his last words to me were a warning. He said, "Don't even think about trying to make copies and going into business for yourself because if you do I will know. And worse yet, so will anyone that plays the copies that you make just a nanosecond before their brain is fried." I left Garfield's and headed for my car and home. My heart was beating in my chest and I could hardly breathe. I needed to get home and set this up right away, tonight! All during the twenty minute drive home I cursed myself for being a total fool and at the same time I could hardly wait to get home and try the CD's out. How the hell did I get taken like that? Did I really believe that I could live for a time inside another person and have all the feelings and senses of that person? But, what if it was true? What if the CD's that the geek sold me could really do what he said? It would be the ultimate computer game; hell it would be the ultimate in virtual reality. No, not virtual reality, if this worked like he said then this was beyond virtual reality! When I finally reached my driveway I could hardly hit the button on the remote for the garage door opener. My hands were shaking with excitement. I parked the car, closed the door and went into the house. I headed straight to my office and turned on the lights and read the instructions. I disconnected my joystick and printer from the computer. I hooked the headset to the printer port and went to get my CD player. It was one of the latest models that can play up to one hundred CDs without changing. I plugged it into the connector that the geek had given me and plugged that into my gameport. The computer was all set up. I turned it on, put the program CD in and installed the program according to the on-screen instructions. While it was finalizing I went to the den and dragged my favorite recliner chair down the hall to the office. Once I got the chair in place I laid the headset on the chair. I opened the package of CD's and took them out one by one. They were each labeled 'Day 1/Disc 1', 'Day 1/Disc 2', etc. I placed them into the changer in the proper order and closed the unit. It was time. Everything was ready to go but I couldn't do it. I wanted to do it. I wanted to recline in the chair and start the unit with the remote control but I was scared. I felt like I was going on a trip someplace that I had never been before and I had no information about what I would find when I got there. I went out to the kitchen and made a couple of tuna sandwiches, grabbed a can of Pepsi and went to the den to watch some television. I sat on the sofa because my favorite recliner was now missing. Another reminder of what I was planning to do. I sat and watched a few shows on the tube while I ate the tuna sandwiches and drank down the Pepsi. I watched but I don't really think I saw any of it. After a couple hours of boring moronic sitcoms I dozed off on the couch. When I woke up I felt a lot better and much calmer but I did have a nasty backache from sleeping on the couch. I knew I was going to do it. I knew I was going to play the CDs. I went to the office and sat on the recliner. I took a deep breath and placed the headset on my head and adjusted it according to the instructions. One last look around the room and a mental check. Everything was connected, the doors to the house were locked, the answering machine was on and nothing was running that shouldn't be. I pulled the lever at the side of the chair and laid back and made myself comfortable. I pushed the start button on the remote and waited. I heard the CD changer start and a moment later everything went black and I couldn't move. I was wide-awake and knew what was going on but I was completely paralyzed and was receiving no sensory input from anywhere. Then the feed from the CD started and I was no longer sensory deprived. CHAPTER TWO: Day One I found myself waking up and getting out of bed, which confused me because I had just laid down in my chair. I walked to the bathroom thinking about taking a shower and other random thoughts about what I was going to do that day but they weren't my thoughts. It was me but it wasn't. The feelings were all wrong. The sensory input felt normal but it was so different from what I was used to. I felt movement in and on my body that I had never felt before. Even though I knew at one level that this wasn't me and that I was just living another person's life at another level it was me. It took me some time to sort out and get used to. I had to separate her from me and it was hard to do. Even now I still get her memories mixed in with mine and have to think carefully to determine which are which. Taking a shower with warm, almost hot, water running down my back while knowing that I was really lying in an easy chair in my office was weird. I was in a large shower stall and was looking up at the tiled ceiling while being washed with a poof ball thing but it wasn't me. It was her. I didn't know her name at that time. I could feel the poof ball moving over her skin but it felt like it was my skin. I could feel every move she made like I was making it and I could feel the poof ball move across the skin of her neck and up under her chin like it was my skin and my neck. I could smell the sweet scent of the soap she was using and feel the soap as the bubbles slid down onto my shoulders and chest. Her left hand moved to the back of her neck and pushed errant strands of her hair back onto the top of her head. I suddenly had a thought enter my head, 'God, I wish my damn hair would stay up there when I wash it. I swear I'd cut it off if it weren't for the way most guys look at it and the way George goes on about it and plays with it. I do like the way he plays with my hair.' Then I felt a vibration in her throat and I heard a deep sexy "Mmmmmmmmm." As her eyes closed and her left hand continued to play with the large mound of hair on top of her head and her long fingernails scratched her scalp. Thoughts of her boyfriend's fingers massaging her scalp and running his fingers through her hair suddenly came to me. I felt strange feelings all through her body. Warm, wonderfully warm tingling feelings. I had never felt anything like them before. I felt the poof ball slide down from her neck to her chest and begin to run over her breasts and nipples. Another, "Mmmmmmmmm" vibrated up her throat as the feelings surged from her nipples through her body. I was just getting into it when she suddenly stopped and thought, 'I better quit before I go too far. If I don't stop now, I'll never be ready for him on time.' She then gave a little shudder all over, opened her eyes and started to run the poof ball up and down her arms. It was then that she looked down from the ceiling and I had my first look at the body that I was receiving all of this input from. It was a very strange thing to see a body that wasn't mine from the point of view as if it was mine. Then you add to that a pair of breasts protruding from what appeared to be my chest but I knew I never had anything like them on my chest and you have 'Twilight Zone' up close and personal. I continued in a state of disconnected connection to that body as she finished running that pink poof ball of soap over her arms, breasts, abdomen, hips and down her legs. Then she rinsed the conditioner out of her hair and rinsed off her body. I felt the water run through her hair and over her skin as she rinsed. I felt her hand as it shut off the water, opened the sliding glass door and grabbed a towel. I felt the pull on her hair roots as she rung the water out of her hair into the towel. The softness of the terrycloth towel as it patted the water from all parts of her body. I loved the feel of the body lotion as she spread it over her soft smooth skin and I felt the coolness of the after bath spray as she misted her body and then the feel of her wrapping her body in a towel and her hair in another towel. Yes, I know this is confusing Honey, but please put up with me for just a little longer. I need to tell you everything before you ask questions or say anything. I know that if I don't get it all out now I might never get it out. There's really no short way to do this. Thanks. Like I was saying, I was stuck inside her body feeling and sensing everything she did. I was there as she left the bathroom and went into her bedroom. I observed as she selected sexy black lacey panties, dark thigh high hose and a bra that matched her panties from her dresser. I felt her put on her panties and felt the soft smooth material as it moved up her legs and caressed her female parts. I felt the smoothness of the silky material as she slid the hose up her legs and pulled them tight and ran her hands over her legs. The feeling of her breasts as they hung free while she bent over to put on her panties and hose. Then she slipped her arms into the straps of her bra and I felt it as she leaned forward and it encased her beautiful full breasts and she wrapped it around her chest and hooked it behind her. I sat with her at her vanity as she removed the towel from her head and used the blow dryer and a brush to dry her hair. That was the first time I saw what she looked like. She looked in the mirror over the vanity, as she brushed out the tangles in her long wet hair. She leaned over to one side and started to dry her long dark brown hair. As her hair dried I saw the fullness develop and the golden highlights begin to appear. I saw her hair as it parted in the middle and fell in waves across her shoulders and down just past the middle of her back. I felt it as it caressed the smooth skin of her shoulders and brushed across her back. I saw what she looked like as the soft waves framed her cute round face and I saw and felt the bangs as they brushed across her forehead barely touching her eyebrows. I felt the actions of her hands and arms as they brushed her hair out after it was dried and I watched as she used a curling iron to curl the ends and put some waves into the hair at the sides of her face and in the bangs. A final brushing and then I smelt the odor of hairspray as she lightly sprayed her bangs. I watched as she applied her makeup with practiced efficiency and highlighted the natural beauty of her face. I could smell each item as it was applied to her face and I tasted the lipstick as she spread it on her beautiful full lips. I felt the hooks of her pierced earrings as they were threaded through the small holes in the soft lobes of her ears and I felt the weight and movement of them as they hung there and swung free occasionally brushing her neck. I saw the glance at her fingernails and heard her think about her appointment to get them done the next day. She had done her nails the night before and thought they looked good enough for today but she really wanted to have nicely manicured nails. All of these movements I made with her and I felt them for the first time but I also knew through her that these were just routine. They were almost mindless actions that she made every day. While she did these things she had many thoughts about her plans for the day, her boyfriend, things she needed to do and her studies. She had briefly thought of the 'crazy docs' when she brushed over the skullcap on her head and how she had conned them into paying for everything. All of this I thought, felt, saw, heard, smelled and even tasted but more than that I felt her emotions too. I went with her to the closet and observed as she selected the dress that her boyfriend said he really liked the last time she wore it. I could feel the thoughts of her memory of that time and her thoughts and hopes for what would happen today. She unzipped the dress and put it on over her head and I felt it slip over her body and come to rest on her shoulders. I caught the fleeting thought to be careful of her makeup as the dress slid past her face. She reached around behind and pulled the zipper part of the way up and then reached over her shoulder and pulled it the rest of the way. I felt the material as it drew tight around her waist, abdomen and chest. She pulled down on the dress and twisted to get it into place and ran her hands over her body as if to smooth it out. I knelt down with her and picked up the pumps with the two- inch heels that matched the dress. I maintained balance with her as she lifted her right foot up behind her and slipped her foot into the shoe while holding it by the heel and then repeated the action with her other foot. I watched as she pulled down and straightened her dress again and checked it out in the mirror that was the sliding door of her closet. I saw her smile as she turned from side to side and I felt the fabric of the dress as it moved across her body and the skirt brushed her nylon encased legs. I saw as she checked the time and knew her thoughts as she wondered if he would be on time. I felt the surge of excitement in her as she heard the doorbell ring and headed for the front door. I felt the bounce of her breasts and her long hair as she moved quickly down the stairs. There was the strange but at the same time completely natural feeling of walking and moving in a dress and heels. I felt the anticipation as she opened the door and the happiness she felt when she saw him. I could feel the smile that she had on her lips and then the pressure on her lips as they met his and the feeling of his tongue as it penetrated her mouth. I felt a feeling of security a woman can get when wrapped in a man's strong arms and what it feels like to have your breasts pressed against his chest. I spent the entire day inside of her. No, I *was* her for the entire day. I was her in all ways and in everything she did. The only thing I couldn't do was exert influence over what took place. I went with them as they drove towards the Coast. I laughed at his jokes and sat with my hand wrapped in his as he drove. I had breakfast with him halfway there and tasted everything she ate. I walked along the seawall with his arm around my shoulder. We went through the stores along the waterfront and bought a few things. I felt the sea breeze as it crossed her legs and went up under her dress making it billow and forcing her to hold it down. I found out that her name was Sally Anne Brown and I knew his name was George but I never did get a last name. She had dinner with him at a seafood place on the Coast and then they headed back to town. He drove her to her house and walked her to her door. They embraced and kissed on the front porch and I knew he wanted to continue on the inside. I felt it as he pressed his erection against her and kissed her more passionately. I also knew that she was not going to let him in that night even though she wanted to. I felt the warmth and the wetness grow between her legs and knew by her thoughts that she wanted him but I also knew she was determined to go inside alone. She wasn't ready yet to take that step in their relationship no matter how much her body screamed for it. I knew as she did that she would relieve those needs later, without him. She gently pushed away from him and opened the door. She smiled and thanked him for the day and smiled as she gently closed the door. I stood there with her as she stood with her back against the door and took a deep breath. Then she headed upstairs to the bedroom where she undressed with careless abandon tossing her clothing all over the bedroom. She quickly removed her makeup and jumped into her bed, her hands stroking every sensitive place she knew as she sought the relief her body was now screaming for. It wasn't what she needed or wanted but it would have to do for now. She brought herself to a beautiful orgasm with thoughts of his strong but gentle hands stroking her body and I felt the release and the flow of it as it possessed her body and I felt the lapse into unconsciousness as she drifted off to sleep with thoughts of him on her mind. Then, slowly, as if waking from a sleep I returned to my office and the recliner that I had started the journey in but I was confused. This wasn't the bed I laid down and went to sleep in. This wasn't my room. I didn't know where I was or how I got there. There were wires going to something on my head. I pulled them off. I got up out of the chair and found myself in someone else's body. Or was it? No, wait I thought, 'This is my body.' The body I was remembering was hers. This was my office, my chair, I was back home again but I had never left. I was physically back where I belonged. I was me again. Mentally was a whole different story. When the CD changer stopped and the system did its auto-shutdown as programmed I found myself confused at being in my place. I didn't know where I was or how I got there. It took a few minutes to sort out her life from the reality of mine. When I finally thought I had it sorted out I went to the bathroom to relieve myself. What I saw in the mirror put me into a state of confusion. It wasn't me in the mirror, but it was. I had become literally brainwashed into being her and seeing her reflection in the mirrors so that when I saw my real self again I felt like I was looking at a stranger and it scared the hell out of me at first. It took awhile longer with me leaning on the counter and staring at my reflection to get everything straight again. I didn't notice anything different about myself then but in hindsight I think my hair might have been a little longer. I just thought that I needed a trim at the time. I decided to take a shower and was that ever an experience. As I washed I felt that something was wrong with my body. It didn't feel right. Not like it had the last time I showered. But the last time I took a shower I was a different person. Everything I did I had to keep reminding myself that this was real and the last eighteen hours or so were just a trip inside someone else's life. Like a long trip using someone else's car. It was really beginning to bother me but as much as I was disturbed by the confusion I couldn't wait to do it again. I figured I sorted it out this time; I would sort it out the next time. After all, the more I did this the easier it would get. Right? After my shower I dried off and went to my bedroom and slipped into a clean pair of sweat pants and a sweatshirt. Boy was I tired. I knew that I needed to get some sleep. I was hopeful that after I woke up things would be a little clearer. I mean after all, I had been awake for almost twenty-four hours straight. I lay down on my bed and dropped off to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. There were dreams but as usual I don't remember any details but I do know that I was her in all the parts that I do remember. CHAPTER THREE: Hooked When I woke up I found that I was still confused but it wasn't as bad. I knew that I would work it all out. I thought about it a lot while I was grabbing something to eat. The main problem wasn't my memories of the day inside her. The problem was her memories that seemed to have become mine. Like if something brought up the memory of my mother I sometimes got the mental image of her mother and had to work at it to get to my mother. Things like that. The bottom line was that I was anxiously awaiting the chance to use volume two of the discs so I could see what she did the next day but there was a problem. I hadn't heard from the Seedy Pirate about the next day's discs and they hadn't been delivered so all I had was volume one. I couldn't wait, I had to do it again so I decided to use the first set again. Everything was all set up so I just booted up my computer, laid back in the recliner, hit the remote to start the changer and waited. Again I heard the CD changer start and a moment later everything went black and I couldn't move. I was completely paralyzed and then the feed from the CD started and I was back in the shower. The first day played out hour by hour just as it had before and afterwards I again found myself in my house after the auto shutdown. Again I was confused and felt almost the same as the time before but the memory of my previous confusion speeded my recovery. I regained my proper orientation quicker this time. I confirmed my beliefs that it would get easier to recover mentally the more I did it. But I did find a few downsides to disc use. I discovered after the second time I didn't get anywhere near as much out of the day one CD's as before. It was like spying on myself. There wasn't any thrill in it anymore. No surprises. I knew what was going to happen. Nothing on any of the CD's was a new experience. It became like doing the same exact thing over and over again. Kind of like that movie about Groundhog Day only I couldn't change anything. I was bored. But I was still hooked on being inside another person. It was like a drug addiction. It was a way to escape my life for awhile and be someone else. Not that I was unhappy with my life. I liked who and what I was and didn't want to change a thing. It was just that I was able to live the ultimate fantasy. The best part was that no one was hurt. It wasn't like illegal narcotics. No harm, no foul I figured. That was until I realized that I really was changing physically and I wasn't recovering as fast as I was changing. I first saw it when I saw myself in the bathroom mirror and had to admit that my hair was definitely longer, way longer. It completely covered my ears now. I also felt that my face was different too but other than the fact that I still didn't need a shave I wasn't sure just what was different. I continued to stare at my reflection and finally realized that my facial hair was gone. When I say gone I mean gone, completely gone. Hair, follicles, everything and in its place I was left with smooth soft skin and when I looked more closely in a magnifying mirror there was the finest of tiny hairs and that was all that remained. My coloring seemed a bit different too. It was a little lighter. I began to wonder how long I would have to lay off the discs for a complete recovery and if I could quit for that long. However long 'that long' would be. Yes I had a beard and I used to shave every day but I asked you to just listen to me. This will all become clear as I tell you the whole story. Please, just be patient, Sweetheart. At this point I had been awake for almost twenty-four hours straight and decided that I really needed to get some more sleep. I hoped that I would be able to think more clearly when I woke up. I slept for about ten hours with only an occasional dream as her to disturb me. When I woke up I went to the mirror again to see if I had been delusional from lack of sleep the last time I looked. It was immediately apparent that I had not been delusional. Either that or I still was. Again my hair was the first thing I noticed. It was almost down to the top of my shoulders. My face was definitely different now. My nose was smaller and slightly turned up at the end and my skin was a lot smoother. I noticed that there was also a slight difference in my eyes too. When I went to the bedroom to get dressed I found other slight changes. 'Slight' depending on your definition of the word. I had lost some weight around my waist and the hair on my arms and legs was less than it had been. It seemed to be finer and sparser than I remembered. Most noticeable though was the complete lack of any hair on my chest. Seeing this after a good sleep I knew I couldn't put it down to fatigue hallucinations or sleep depravation. These were real changes in the distribution and quantity of my body hair and the physical appearance of my body. I knew that it was theoretically impossible for changes like these to occur over a two or three day period so then how? I can see by the look on your face that you're about to ask another question. Just wait a little bit longer, okay? Anyway, I finished getting dressed and went to the kitchen to scrounge up something to eat and think about my situation. While I was fixing a gourmet meal in the microwave I thought about what was happening and what had been happening to me the past few days. The answer was obvious. Subjecting myself to the contents of the discs had to be the cause of the changes. Somehow being inside her or, more to the point, having her inside my head was causing me to undergo physical and maybe even mental alterations. As impossible as it seemed it was the only answer. The direct link from her brain or being or whatever to mine via the headset had affected my brain and physical systems. My mind and body were trying to adjust to the input they were receiving. Trying to compensate for the differences by adjusting the physical and mental to fit the perceived. The Seedy Pirate and the boys on the hill had stumbled onto far more than they knew. I decided then and there that I wasn't going to be any running the discs again. I hoped to reverse, or at least stop, the progress of these changes while I still retained most of me intact. My mind was made up. The discs had to go. To that end, when I finished eating and cleaning up the kitchen I headed for the office to unhook the equipment and put everything back in order. I was determined that this was the end of my trips into another person's life. My only hope was that the changes that had taken place were temporary and that I would revert back to my old self soon. As I passed the front door I noticed the mail had been delivered and was lying on the floor. I picked it up and was checking it out on my way to the office. Mostly bills and business correspondence but there was a small package with no return address. I opened it when I got to the office. It was the next day's worth of CD's from the Seedy Pirate. Six more discs numbered the same as the others. Day 2/Disc 1 through Day 2/Disc 6. Six discs. That was another whole days. One more day. One more day of her life that I hadn't experienced yet. I held the discs in my hands and wondered what was on them. What was she doing on day two? I decided that I would never know. It was just taking too much of a chance. I might loose who I was both physically and mentally. Although, when I thought about it, I was really still completely me from a mental aspect. That is if you didn't count the fact that I now had a woman's memories implanted in my brain. But that was no big deal. If I didn't think about those memories, access those files so to speak, then they just weren't a major part of my life. Like not thinking about a traumatic incident in your life. It just doesn't bother you, does it? So mentally this really was no big deal. It was just the physical changes that were a problem. I went to the mirror on the wall of the office and looked again. My hair was still long but hey, that can be cut. The rest wasn't all that much. Matter of fact it looked less than the last time I looked at myself. Yeah. My nose wasn't as small as I thought it was before, or was it? And the hair on my arms wasn't really all that sparse now that I looked at it in a better light. Really, I swear that it wasn't. It wasn't just my imagination. I was sure that I was changing back just like I thought I would. 'See,' I told myself, 'It's not a problem to use those discs. Most of the changes are just temporary. Just so I didn't use them too much.' I knew I could control that. Besides, I only had the one more day. What harm could one more day do? That was when I reasoned that the changes were really very minor. Probably more my imagination than anything else. After all, I had just come back from being totally immersed in another person's life. There had to be a certain amount of mental trauma in that. It couldn't really hurt me any if I checked out just one more day, maybe two. What could happen? I loaded day two into the changer and laid down on the recliner with the headset on. I had the remote in my hand. The familiar feeling of excitement and anticipation was back. I hesitated for just a moment, pushed the 'play' button and then waited for the changer to kick in. As before, I heard the CD changer start and then blackness and I was paralyzed. Then the feed from the CD started. She went through the same basic routine as the day before. She got up, did her thing in the bathroom and took a shower. The only difference was that she didn't blow dry her hair this time. She just combed it with her fingers and decided to let it air dry. Before I knew it I... she was standing in her bedroom in front of her closet door mirrors again and I was looking at myself... herself and making minor adjustments in my clothes. She was wearing a full mid calf length pull-on skirt made of what looked like a wool-polyester blend. It was charcoal gray and had a wide black belt with a gold buckle that accentuated her small waist and she had her hands in pockets on either side at the seams. She was wearing a white blouse that buttoned up the front. The sleeves were full and down to cuffs at her wrists it appeared to be a silky type material. She was wearing hose and had on black patent leather pumps with about two-inch heels. Her hair hung long and was much more curly than it was the day before. It was still slightly damp so the highlights didn't show that much yet. She was wearing a silver pendant necklace with a black hematite stone and silver hook earrings that had teardrop shaped Hematite hanging from them. She looked great. And she felt great too. She felt great because she was thinking about George. She had been with him Friday evening for dinner and a show and then he had asked her if she wanted to go to the coast for a day. She'd said yes and they had spent the entire day in the quaint little shops along the beach, walking in the sand on the beach and then topped it all off with a fabulous dinner in a fantastic seafood restaurant. Then there was the hour and a half ride back to town from the coast that took him two hours to drive. I felt both warm and tingly as she remembered leaning against him and laying her head on his shoulder most of the way back. I felt the warm rush of emotions as she remembered the trip. She felt slightly embarrassed as she remembered how she had let him run his right hand up her leg under her dress and how when the side of his hand had rubbed against her panties she knew she should stop him but it felt so good she couldn't. By the time they reached home she had experienced three small orgasms. She thought to herself, 'And then I didn't let him in the house when we got here. He must think I'm a...' I forgot about that part, okay? Do you remember everything you did during a day down to the slightest detail when you think back to it almost four years later? That's a disgusting thing to say! And remember it wasn't me that was 'getting finger fucked', on the way back from the coast as you so crudely put it. It was Sally Anne Brown! So don't look at me like that and don't use that kind of language again! Okay? Okay. I know you're sorry. No problem. Now let's go on with this and please try to keep it sorted out when I'm talking about me and when I'm talking about her even if I can't. Okay? Okay! Now, where was I? Oh yes... Once she was happy with her appearance she went downstairs to the front hallway where she picked up her purse off of the small table there. She checked herself one more time in the mirror over the table and then went out the front door to her car. She drove to the mall found a spot and parked in the parking lot. As she walked across the lot to the mall entrance I could hear her heels click on the asphalt pavement and I could feel the hem of her skirt as it brushed her calves as she walked. I also felt the way her breasts had a slight bounce to them and I felt her now almost dry hair as it brushed the back of her neck. I hadn't felt these things as intensely the day before because this time she was walking at what for her must have been a good full stride. The day before she was just strolling slowly with George. As she reached the entrance of the mall she slowed to a walk and the intensity of feeling in her body movements returned to a lower level. She walked to the salon and spoke to the young girl at the desk about her appointment for her nails. The girl smiled and showed her to a seat. I sat there at the table and could feel her get a little excited about this. She had never had her nails done before because she was never able to justify the expense. She thought, 'Now that those weirdoes are giving me this money and paying for school I don't have to worry about it anymore. I can get my nails done. I can buy some new clothes. I might even do something with my hair. This is going to be great!' She sat there and watched and talked as the nail tech did her nails and when she was done she looked at them. She just had clear polish put on because she wanted to put on whatever color she needed later. She thought they looked fantastic. They were only about a quarter inch past the ends of her fingers but that's what she wanted. She told the nail technician that she couldn't stand those super long nails that some women wore because they looked like claws. After she paid and left the salon she went down the mall to check out several of the clothing stores. She was thinking, 'At last I have enough money to pay for some new clothes if I find something I like. I've been living on a shoestring for so long, what with working and going to school and trying to pay for everything it's almost impossible. If Uncle John hadn't left me the house I probably wouldn't make it. Now I can get some of the things I've wanted and needed.' As she was walking through the mall she turned into a shop that specialized in pierced earrings and started to look around at different styles. She picked up several pair and went to the counter to pay for them and the young girl at the register took her money and then handed her two cards and told her that they were good for free ear piercing for her or a friend. I felt a pang of indecision run through Sally Anne and a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach as she said to the girl, "I've been thinking about having my ears pierced again but I'm just not sure." The girl said she would be glad to do it if she liked and I felt Sally's momentary indecision again. 'If I do this will I like it? Should I do it now or think about it for awhile? I could always come back later before I leave the mall.' Then Sally said, "Okay, take a look and see if you think it will look good or not." I felt the cold spot in the pit of her stomach grow as she walked over and sat down in the chair that the girl pointed her towards. The young woman looked at her ears and told Sally Anne that she thought it would look great on her and Sally told her to go ahead and I felt the cold pang of excitement again and the rush of mixed emotions as they passed though her mind. I felt the cold of the alcohol as it evaporated from my... her earlobes and then the momentary pinprick pain as the girl shot the stud into Sally's left and then right ear. Then it was over and I was, no, Sally Anne was being handed a mirror to look at her new earrings. I felt the smile move across her lips as she saw the new silver studs in her ears and then I felt it get broader as she pulled back her now dry hair and turn her head to get a better look. I heard and felt a small short squeal come from her as she said, "I love it! Thank you. I was just so worried I wouldn't like it." The young woman smiled and told her she looked great and that with the shape of her ears she should consider a third one. Sally Anne said she would think about it and then thanked her again and left the store. It was weird but she walked and carried herself differently as she walked down the mall after she left the earring store. Then she stopped in the ladies room and pulled her hair back with a scrunchie that she had in her purse. She touched up her makeup and looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled. I was totally unfamiliar with the emotions that she was feeling right then although I understand them now. Men just can't relate to what a woman feels in those situations. Anyway, where was I. Oh yeah. She hit a bunch of stores at the mall and in town over the next few hours and managed to go through over half of her first months allowance from the guys at the lab. She had hit a store that sold athletic clothing where she bought some new running shoes, a couple sports bras, and a silk jogging suit. After that it was a lingerie store for some really sexy bras and panty sets, hose and other basics for when the time was right for her and George. I won't bore you with the details of every place she went that day. That's not the point of this story. Let it suffice to say that after numerous other shops and department stores where she tried on more things than I can remember she headed for home. The back seat of her car was filled with enough clothing to constitute a very good start on a complete replacement of her wardrobe. She had sweaters, skirts, blouses, slacks, jeans, dresses, shoes, the lingerie and sweatsuits. She also picked up some makeup, perfume and other personal sundries. When she got home she spent another hour or more unpacking, removing tags and putting everything away. After she was done Sally Anne decided that she had quite a day. She was completely worn out and needed to get something to eat and relax. After some dinner in front of the TV she did some studying for awhile and then George called. She talked to him for over an hour and her feelings were incredible. While they talked she massaged her breasts and then slipped her hand into her blouse and under her bra and played with her nipples and then she slipped her hand under the elastic waistband of her slacks and... Right. You have the picture. Sorry about the graphic detail, Dear. I just got carried away with the memories. Anyway, as I said, they talked for about an hour and then she got ready for bed. Shortly after her head hit the pillow I found myself back in my easy chair. It was the same as the first time all over again. I felt like I was waking up in someone else's house and then someone else's body. I was scared and I felt totally violated. My body was taken from me and I was dropped into a strange house. I pulled the headset off and got out of the chair. I stood there shocked to my core and trembling with fear and anger at whoever did this to me. Slowly my mind took control again and I felt more relaxed. I came back to the realization of what had happened, who I was and where I was. I took a deep breath and walked to the bathroom to relieve myself but as I passed a mirror the fear gripped me again. The person reflected back at me was me but it wasn't me. My hair had not only grown longer again but it had started to get curls and waves in it. My nose was definitely smaller and my lips were fuller. There was something different about my eyes and the general shape of my face. My shoulders looked narrower and weren't as square as I remembered. I put my hands up to my face and as I was feeling how soft and smooth my skin was I noticed that my fingers were thinner and the nails were much longer. I half ran to the bathroom and looked in the full-length mirror and what I saw was a real shock. Even though I was wearing my sweats I could see that I was a lot thinner. The pants had slipped down a bit and seemed to just hang from my hips, which seemed wider. I pulled off the top and could see that the shape of my body was different. My arms were smaller and had far less muscle mass and my body tapered to a much smaller and higher waist than I had before and my nipples and areole were larger. It didn't take a genius to see where this was going and I was scared. The changes that happened after the first day's set of disks had started to change back before I did day two so I kept telling myself that these would fade too but I was still scared. I was thinking, 'What the hell am I doing to myself? I had to be crazy to use those disks again. I have to stop this right now before I kill myself with these things!' I swore that I would never do another disk ever again. I decided that I would disconnect the stuff from my computer and move my chair back to the other room. But when I tried to move the chair but found that I could barely budge it at all. I was considerably weaker than I had been a few days earlier and now the chair was way too heavy and cumbersome for me to handle. I decided that I would move it after some of the changes to my body had reversed themselves. I also decided that I needed to get some food in me so I left all of the stuff as it was and went to the kitchen for something to eat. As I walked down the long hallway to the kitchen I became aware of the difference in the way my body was moving. I found that I held and moved my arms differently and there was a rolling kind of sway back and forth to my hips. Not a whole lot but enough to notice. I remember thinking to myself, 'Shit! I'm even starting to walk like a damn girl. What has that bastard done to me?' Yes, Dear, it sounds like I was a man that was changing into a woman because that's exactly was happening. I didn't want to tell you outright because I thought you would think I was certifiable. I figured that if I sort of eased into it piece by piece that the shock would be a bit less. It's not, huh? Well I tried. Sorry Honey but this needs to be told and I didn't know a better way. I've thought long and hard about whether to tell you at all and then how to tell you and this is the best I could come up with. Look at it this way, I could have just handed you my birth certificate. Talk about a shock! Okay. That wasn't funny. Yes, I'll quit smiling. Sorry. Maybe it would help if I told you the rest of what happened so you have a better idea how I got here? Okay, I'll try to speed it up a bit. It's just that there isn't a real good way to make this long story short. Not if you're to understand all that happened and why. At least as much as I have been able to figure out that is. Yes Dear. I'll do my best. So, I went into the kitchen and made myself a bowl of cereal. I only ate a small part of it though. For some reason I just couldn't eat all that much. Not like I used to anyway. And while I sat there eating I thought long and hard about all that had happened and was determined to never