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Author's note: The Medallion of Zulo gives the user certain skills that belong to the person they change into, if the user becomes someone who already existed, as opposed to using new clothing and just changing into a "new" person. If the user holds the clothing they used to change with while the change is completed, the user gets more of those skills. In this story, I wondered what would happen if someone with a remarkable memory became another person who also had an exceptional memory. I also based this story in the Dallas area, where a sports car had run off the road in a wooded area and was not found for over a month. There were two bodies in the car, apparently the people who had stolen it took a curve too fast. Steve Zink used his considerable skill to edit this piece for me. I am very grateful for the effort and assistance. His attention to detail makes him one of the best editors available. Any story he works on is greatly improved as a result. His editing skill is rivaled only by his own writing ability. *************** Altered Fates: Memories By Bashful A tube of lipstick is something you see often; even single men see one almost every day. Women apply lipstick while driving, on elevators, and in restaurants; even walking down the street, you'll see a woman stop while looking in a window and touch up her lips. No one gives it much thought, why would you? It's a very ordinary thing to see. I'm staring at my hand holding a lipstick now. I'm about to add more red to my lips as I have done so often for the last two weeks. I was about to apply the waxy substance to my mouth when I stopped and looked at it, like I was seeing it for the first time. Have you noticed how a lot of women don't use a mirror to apply lipstick, they just spread it on their lips, press them together and then check it in a mirror or a window, whatever's handy. Often, she won't have to even wipe any off, it's a skill honed by constant practice. I had done that myself, many times in the last couple of weeks or so. I learned quickly, very quickly; just like my becoming a woman was a very quick process. When I stopped my car, I flipped down the visor and flipped open the small mirror there. I checked my reflection and reached for my lipstick. I uncapped it, twisted the tube and looked down to make sure it was the right color. It was, and it matched my nail polish. That was when I stopped while I looked at the lipstick and thought about what I was doing. I also thought about how often you see a woman doing just what I was about to do. How simple and practiced an act it was. I had reached for my lipstick without thinking, that's how much of a woman I had become in just two weeks. Hell, it was a lot less than two weeks; it was less than two hours, really. My mind is still male though, when I concentrate anyway, I remember being a guy, liking women, enjoying sex with women, watching women walk, dance, play tennis and even put on lipstick. I didn't think of that earlier, but I enjoyed watching a good looking woman apply lipstick. It was erotic and sensual, at least for me. The lipstick itself is at least faintly phallic, right? I mean, I even think that now. It's crowded in my head. I have my memories and the memories of Karen, the woman I am now. I have ALL of the memories of two adult people; one male, one female. I need to start from the beginning, at least from where I became Karen. I was offered a chance to make a lot of money, maybe as much as $35 million dollars, all for me. All I had to do was use my memory skills to retain a 26 digit bank account number and the password so the others on my team could suck dry an illegal political slush fund account. No one could report the theft without revealing the existence of an account that was VERY illegal and without damaging the political reputation of a large number of very influential people. They would just accept the loss and keep quiet. The money was worth less to them than the damage public knowledge of the fund would cause. I wasn't the first one tapped for the job, Karen Cosgrove was. She had just as good a photographic memory as me and she was female, something the job required. Karen was sleeping with the guy who managed the money, Larry. He liked to work on the accounts after sex; she was going to be there with him the next time he worked on the account at home and she could see over his shoulder and get the numbers. Then Karen died in an accident. As it happens, another team member was following her. Team security was always tight; we cover each other pretty good. They couldn't keep that dog from running out in front of her, though. She swerved and never recovered from the skid. The car rolled three times after going over the edge; it landed in a thickly wooded area that was secluded. With Karen dead the score was in jeopardy, but then Jim, the team leader, called me. He offered me a double share to take Karen's place. That meant my end would be 35 million dollars. How could I take Karen's place, I was a guy? Well, believe it or not, magic. He had a medallion, the Medallion of Zulo he called it. He said it would change me into Karen and even make me act like her if I let it. I thought he had lost it. Who would believe something like that? Then he proved it, he turned me into Karen. Jim had me meet him at Karen's house. They had rented a small place in Plano that was private, and fit the needs of the team. Karen had moved in and made the place look lived in. It was filled with all of her stuff, clothes, shoes, makeup, everything. They even had her purse and ID. When she had gone off the road, there was no fire and no other witnesses except our team member. He called Jim and they took care of the situation. Karen's body was stripped and hidden. If anyone found her, it would be a miracle if she was identified. She had no record, she wasn't even a criminal before this score. She had a skill Jim needed, and he convinced her several million dollars would be worth it. There wouldn't be a missing person report filed, not for quite some time. We wouldn't do it, and Karen had no family, another reason Jim picked her. Bottom line, Karen was dead. We were sorry, but we couldn't help her. But we could still make the score, so we left her body and the wrecked car and hoped no one found it. The car was registered to a false name so it couldn't be traced. Jim and I meet at her house. We had worked a job once before and he knew about my memory. I had the skill he needed, but I didn't have the right body. He was going to change that. "Frank, I need you to take Karen's place, I'll give you a double share if you agree. If we're right, that's 35 million to you. It'll be at least 25 million, but I think 35 million is a closer figure," Jim said. "I like the money, Jim, but I'm not a woman, I look nothing like this Karen woman. How can I take her place? I can handle the memory job, but Larry will never think I'm her." "I can take care of that, in a way you won't believe, until you see it. Will you do it if I can make Larry, and everyone else, believe you're Karen?" "Sure, for that kind of money, I'd kiss a monkey...but you can't do it." "Here, put this on and sit down," Larry said. He set an old looking chain and medallion on the table and walked into the bedroom. I picked up the medallion and looked at it. It was crude looking with a line drawing of a fairy with a wand drawn on one side. There were some faint words in a strange language written around the edge. I hung the chain around my neck. Jim walked out holding a pink blouse. He threw it on the table. "When you pick that up, touch it to the medallion and hold the blouse against the medallion until I tell you to put it down," Jim said. "This should take about a half hour. You're going to feel yourself change, don't worry, it's reversible." I picked up the blouse and looked at Jim. "The medallion will change you into the person who last wore that blouse as they were when they wore it. Karen wore that blouse yesterday; I got it out of her laundry hamper." I touched the blouse to the medallion and felt a tingle like a shock run through my body. I held the blouse to the medallion as Jim said, and soon I could tell I was changing. "JIM!" "I know, but trust me, it's okay. Just think about the payday." I tried to calm down, but I knew I was changing into a woman. I never knew Karen, but I was about to become more intimate with her than any other man had ever been. I felt the change's progress. My hair grew and tickled my ears, neck and cheeks. I felt the thick hair on my legs fall out. I could see my golf shirt push away from my body as my breasts formed, and noticed the new sensations as my nerve endings became more sensitive. My nipples grew hard, and I felt my penis withdraw into my body. Only the thought of all that money kept me still as the blouse pressed against the medallion. When the changes stopped, Jim dropped a felt bag on the table and said, "Okay, now take off the medallion and put it in the bag." "How do I change back?" "You have to wait at least twelve hours. You can only change back if you're not pregnant or going through a menstrual period. When the job is done, we'll meet again and I'll let you change back. Until then, you are Karen. I had you hold the blouse to the medallion to imprint Karen's persona more strongly on you. You will find you will behave like a woman, like Karen herself, if you just let yourself. You should just act without thinking about it. I'll leave you alone tonight and let you explore your new body. Try out the new "plumbing" if you wish. Experiment with makeup and clothing. It'll show you that you can behave like a woman. I can tell you from personal experience that if you just let your body act, it will know what to do." "Are you serious?" "I tried the medallion myself. I spent some time as a woman, just to see what it was like. I found it to be a very interesting experience. Fran...I mean Karen, you have to BE Karen to make this work. You may very well have to screw Larry to get the job done like I told you. I tried it with a man a few times; it wasn't bad, in fact, it was very good. I prefer being a man and loving a woman, though. But you're not me. You need to decide if you can do it. I'll be back in twelve hours unless I hear from you. If you pass on the job, no harm and no foul, but no 35 million dollars, either." I was sitting there in my now over sized clothes wondering if I was going crazy or if I was already crazy. I had the body of a woman, I was holding a firm breast in each hand, and I felt very strange and empty where I should have felt a penis. I also felt the need to urinate right away. "I'll leave you alone, but Tom is down the street in his apartment, he'll be here in three minutes if you call him. He knows he'll find Karen here, he knows abut the medallion," Jim said. Tom was the big guy on the team. He was around to make sure no one hurt Karen or Jim. "I'm getting another car just like the one Karen was driving. We got the tags off hers, and we'll put them on the replacement car. We don't want anything to change as far as Larry is concerned." "Jim, before you leave," I paused, I heard Karen's voice. More than just her voice, I heard her inflection and the meter of her voice. I knew without ever hearing her voice that I spoke exactly like she did. "The medallion, isn't it worth a lot of money? I mean, can't you use it to make a fortune with?" "Sure, that's what I'm doing with it. How else would you use it to make money?" Jim looked at me for a long moment and then left. I walked into the bathroom, but my pants fell down before I got halfway there. I kicked them off and continued on. I really needed to piss. I sat down and peed as a woman for the first time. It was familiar and strange at once. It came out much faster and sprayed around, getting me wet. I wiped when I was done and stood up. I found myself facing a full length mirror. I slipped the golf shirt off, pulling my now long brown hair in the process. I was now naked except for the grey socks on my feet. They were bunched up around my slimmer ankles. I touched myself, my breasts, my nipples, my smooth skin and my moist slit. I found touching my nipples sent shocks through my body and down to my crotch. I found my clit and jumped when I touched it. I turned around and tried to see as much of my body as possible. My ass seemed huge and my stomach concave. Karen kept herself in very good shape. I felt a chill so I found a robe. It was smooth and silky and felt very good on my new body. It clung to my curves and fell almost to the floor. My breasts moved as I walked, and my nipples rubbed against the smooth material and got hard, or harder; they were erect when I first noticed them. Even though I had eaten just before Jim called me, I was hungry. I decided it was the change, it either burned calories or I was hungry because Karen had been when she took the blouse off. I found some lunch meat and made a sandwich and some coffee. I don't normally drink coffee but Karen does, she drinks it constantly I realized. I don't know how she sleeps with all that caffeine. After eating, I walked around the small house and explored. I found that it all seemed very familiar, even though I had never been there before. "Okay, KAREN, you need to decide if you can pull this off. What should you try first?" I spoke out loud to get used to the sound of my voice. But I realized I did recognize the voice, it was now mine. "How about getting dressed? Women have all sorts of strange things they wear, and mysterious hooks and buttons on the wrong side, not to mention skirts and dresses and high heels. Karen always dresses very nicely. I'd better start there." I was nude beneath the robe. I sat down and pulled off the socks and then looked in the dresser. Karen was organized; she had her underwear arranged in matching sets. Panties, bras and sometimes garter belts, too. I picked out a three piece set in black lace and sat down on the bed to put them on. I pulled the panties up my legs and noticed they needed attention, they felt just slightly stubbly. I stood up and pulled the panties the rest of the way up, snug up against my flat crotch. Then I shrugged the robe off and picked up the bra. I flipped it around my waist, hooking it in front then spinning it around until the cups were in front. I slipped the bra up over my breasts and pulled the straps over my shoulders. I bent over and let gravity help me adjust my breasts in the cups. I straightened up and made final adjustments while looking in the mirror. It all took about twenty seconds, and I did it all without thinking about it. But it was more than that. I KNEW how to do it. I was going to put on stockings, but my legs needed attention. I slipped the panties off so they wouldn't get wet, then went into the bathroom. I found Nair in the cabinet where I knew it would be. I didn't bother with directions. I knew to spread it on, let it work then rinse it off. Then I found the bottle of good moisturizer, not the cheap stuff that wasn't any good, and rubbed it into my legs. When I was done, my legs were smooth, soft and silky. I wondered if Karen had done this last night, and I was sure she would have. Her legs were one of her best features and she took care of them. She wore mostly skirts and dresses to show them off. She wore heels to give them their classic feminine shape. Again, I just knew this. Once I was satisfied with my legs, I went back and put the panties back on. I found some stockings and slipped them on as easily as I put on the bra and panties. I posed in front of the mirror again and appraised my appearance. I looked damned good and I knew it. But I wasn't dressed yet. I needed a dress...and of course, shoes. I picked out a black crepe dress with short sleeves and a hem that almost reached my knees. I slipped the dress down over my head and zipped it up in the rear without trouble. Then I found my good black four-inch pumps that don't pinch my feet and really make my legs look good. I stepped into them and walked easily to the dressing table in the bedroom. Sitting down, I crossed my legs and quickly applied evening makeup. Once done, I wondered where I thought I was going. I was dressed for an evening out, but I had no idea why. That's when the phone rang. I picked it up, assuming it would be Jim or maybe Tom. "Hello?" "Karen, I thought you were coming over?" Without ever hearing his voice before, I knew this was Larry. I now remembered Karen had a date for dinner at his house. I actually remembered it. Thinking fast is skill demanded of someone in my profession. "Oh, Larry, my stupid car died on me. I had to have it towed to a shop; I just got back home. My cell phone battery died right after I called the tow truck, so I couldn't call you. It's been a terrible evening. I guess we'll have to do it another night," I said. Larry had invited me over for a home cooked dinner. Karen had been on her way home from work when she died, probably to change into the outfit I was wearing. "Karen, I really want to see you tonight. I can be there in twenty minutes, and dinner is ready. Let me come pick you up." What would Karen do if she had the night I had just described? She'd want to be with Larry, she liked him and he was a good lover. Sex always made Karen feel better after a bad day. "How would I get back home?" "Why do you need to get back home, it's Friday, you don't work tomorrow, let me make you breakfast." 'Oh God, he wants me to sleep with him. It's too soon; I can't do it, not yet.' "Okay Larry, I'll try to be ready when you get here." Why did I say that? I was ready to go out...but not screw Larry, not yet. 'Yes I am, Larry is a great guy and he's what I need tonight. It'll work out just fine.' I have no idea why that occurred to me, but it seemed so right. "I'm leaving now, I'll see you soon." Larry hung up before I could respond. 'Now what, I've just agreed to spend the night with a man. SHIT! Okay, it was going to come up and I'm getting paid very well for it. I just have to handle it. I'd better call Tom and Jim.' Tom answered on one ring of the phone. "Karen, is that you?" "Yes, Tom, I'm going out. Larry is picking me up to go back to his place for dinner, and I probably will spend the night there. I couldn't get out of it. It was already planned before tonight. I'm going to call Jim now." "Karen, are you sure, I mean, isn't this pretty quick?" "Jim told me to make up my own mind, and we can't change anything in their relationship. This is what Karen would do, so I'm doing it." "Okay, make sure you let Jim know, he hates not being kept up to date." I called Jim next and explained what happened. "Jim, I knew what to do to get dressed and I knew what to wear and how to put on makeup. I KNEW it. You said don't think about it. I did think about it. I have her memories; I knew what shoes to wear and what makeup to use for a date. I even knew how to use Nair on my legs and then what moisturizer to use. It's more intense than you told me. That makes it easier, but it's weird, too." "You both have very strong memories; maybe that's why you can think like her. This may work out much better than we thought. Can you handle the sex this soon?" "I guess I have to, he wants to make breakfast for me in the morning. I can't very well expect to sleep on the couch." "If you think you can do it, then go for it. If this works out, we can close this down tomorrow." "Okay, Jim, I can do this. I feel like Karen, inside and out. I know what she and Larry like to do. It's getting clearer by the minute." "Okay, good luck," Jim said. There was something in his voice, something I'd never heard before. Jim was a very cool character, he never got excited. Something was going on, and I didn't know what. "Bye, Jim, I'll call you tomorrow." The doorbell rang a few minutes later. I had gotten Frank's clothing hidden just in time. I forgot about it until the last minute. "Wow, Karen, you look good enough to eat," Larry said with a wicked grin. I flushed at the memory that ran through my head. Larry was very skilled with his tongue, and Karen loved it when he used it on her. Larry stepped close and took me in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we kissed, passionately. My heart was racing in seconds, my crotch grew warm and damp immediately. I felt my nipples get hard and poke through the front of my dress and the thin fabric of the bra. Larry crushed his strong chest against my breasts, and ground his hips against mine. I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh. My knees felt weak and trembling. I was ready, the sex would not be a problem, and it would all work out. Larry broke the kiss and smiled at me. "I miss you so much when we're apart. When I get back from my trip, I want you to move into my place." "Oh, Larry, that sounds nice...but I need to think about it. Can I give you an answer when you get home from Europe?" "As long as your answer is yes. In fact, I want you to move in while I'm gone, get all settled and be waiting for me when I come back. But I won't bring it up again. I'll let you decide, okay?" "Okay, I'll think about it. Let's go, I'm starved." I had to get those numbers soon or move in. There was no way I could turn him down if we still hadn't gotten the account numbers and password. I found myself chatting about things I could not have known about but I did. Larry was funny and nice, and I knew why Karen liked him. My stomach began to get tight and I told myself it was nerves. I was going to have sex with this man, and I was hoping that I could just turn my mind off and maybe enjoy the evening. It wasn't to be, though. Dinner was fantastic, Larry was a wonderful cook. I wasn't really hungry, since I had eaten before 'remembering' our date, but I forced myself to eat. We shared a bottle of wine, and I felt the effect of the alcohol and relaxed. My stomach ache became worse, though. I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I suddenly had an idea of what was wrong and I was right, I had started my period. I also recalled that it was just on time. Thankfully I had tampons in my purse and I knew what to do with them. I washed my hands, took some Midol and went back to the living room. Larry had poured snifters of brandy, my favorite after dinner drink, or rather Karen's. I sipped some of the strong drink, and then broke the bad news. "Larry, I just started my, uh...my period. I'm sorry." I knew that Karen found sex during her period painful, and Larry wouldn't ask her to have sex until it passed. "I'm sorry, honey; I understand, though. I had hoped we would be able to enjoy each other before I leave Monday morning. I guess that will make it much sweeter when I return." "I'll have dinner ready, here, when you get back," I told him. "You're moving in?" "Yes, but I want to keep my house for now and maybe sleep there some nights. I haven't lived with a man before, I want to keep my options open." That was very true, and it's what Karen would have done, too. "Fair enough, I like your terms. I wish we could celebrate, but I'll be patient. More brandy?" "Please," I said. We watched movies and cuddled. I enjoyed being held, feeling safe and secure in his strong arms. We shared the bed, but beyond kissing and petting, we didn't get too amorous. Larry wasn't a hunk. In fact, he looked just like what he was, a stock broker and accountant. His hair was thinning on top and he wore glasses. He was afraid of any surgery, even laser surgery, so he wouldn't fix his eyes. But Karen liked him, she saw the good man inside and didn't mind sleeping with him because of that. The next morning, Larry kept his promise and made me breakfast and then we spent the day window shopping. We caught a movie and then had a nice dinner. I had brought a change of clothes with me, knowing I was spending the night. When we got back to Larry's place, he made a point of making room in his dresser, closet and the bathroom for my clothes and toiletries. He then presented me with my own key and the code to the alarm system. "Can I hang my panties and stockings on the shower rod?" "If you must," Larry said with a grin. "It's a girl thing, Larry; you'll need to get used to it," I said with a laugh. We hugged and kissed; he was really looking forward to my moving in. I went home and slept at my place on Saturday night. Larry had a very early flight Sunday morning for his trip to Europe. He was having an airport shuttle pick him up. I kissed him good-bye at my door and watched him walk to his car. Once inside, I sighed with relief and a twinge of regret. I had dreaded having sex, but I was sorry for the missed opportunity. Jim's confession of his own experience had made me wonder what I was missing. I'd have to wait ten days to find out. Jim came over after I called him. We discussed the situation. "He may have notes or books or maybe back up disks in his house. We have ten days to tear the place apart." "Yes, but we have to put everything back just as it was. If we don't find anything, and I bet we won't, he'll know something's wrong." "Okay, we have plenty of time; we'll take it slow, one room at a time and put everything back as we look. We'll bring in a digital camera and take photos of everything we move so we get it back right. How about you, how are you doing...Karen?" "Better than I thought, my period seems to have either saved me or just prolonged things. If we can find the account numbers in his house, I won't have to sleep with Larry." "I'm going to do everything I can to keep that from happening," Jim said. He seemed so intense when he said it. "Let's get started tomorrow afternoon when we're sure he's on the plane," I said. "Okay, I'll let you get some sleep. You look very nice in that outfit." "It's just a sweater and skirt, nothing special," I said, but the compliment felt nice. All women like to be told they're attractive, I guess. Karen was no different. I was feeling more and more like Karen the longer I was her. "Jim, how about I change back to Frank until the day before Larry comes home?" I asked. "He could come back early, and you need to go to work as Karen. We can't change anything or we could blow the score. Besides, you have to wait for the period to end before you can change back." "Right, I hadn't thought about going to her job," I said. Another new experience, working as a clerk in a women's clothing store. "Can you handle that? I had hoped we would finish this last night, but now..." "I would have said no yesterday, but I'm remembering more of Karen's life all the time. I know who she works with and what she does. I can see her locker at work and I know the combination to the lock. Frank was never in that shop. In fact, Frank didn't know where I work, I mean where Karen works," I said. I noticed I talked about Frank like he was someone else; in a way, he was. "Okay, we'll meet you here tomorrow after work and help you pack, then get moved in. We can start searching tomorrow night," Jim said. "Okay, good night, Jim." "G'night, Karen." Jim hesitated for a moment, then walked out. There it was again, that look. The next day, I went to work. I was nervous when I walked in, but in no time, I felt at home. The other three women were my age and attractive. One was pregnant and two were single. I knew that the single girls, including me, had drinks after work a couple of nights a week. When I mentioned I was moving in with Larry, it was all they talked about the rest of the day. I got a lot of advise and heard horror stories of their past boyfriends and lovers. All in all, it was fun. I liked the girls, and found myself staring at the pregnant woman more than once. It hit me that I could get in that condition now if I wasn't careful. I also knew that I was on the pill and Larry used condoms, also. Frank hadn't held a job for years, not since he dropped out of college. But I liked working with the other girls. It didn't pay much, but the job was good cover for the scam we were running. Karen apparently got most of her clothes at that shop; she had a good employee discount she used frequently. The week flew by with working eight hours at the shop and then searching Larry's house with Jim and Tom for another four to six hours. The weekend came, with no luck finding anything we were looking for. We had searched the entire house and planned on doing it all over again over the weekend. On Friday night, Larry called from Germany. He had called most nights, but this call was different. He was coming home early. "I worked fourteen hour days to get back home early. I'll be at the airport Sunday afternoon, can you pick me up?" "Of course I can, I can't wait to see you," I said. "I feel the same way. I have something to ask you Karen, something very important. Don't cook dinner, I'm taking us out." "Okay, how should I dress?" "I like that red dress that laces up in front. It's so much fun to take it off of you. I hope you'll feel up to letting me show you how much I've missed you?" "Okay, I'll wear my red dress and yes, I feel much better now. I'll see you Sunday." "I love you, Karen." "I love you, too, Larry," I said automatically. Thankfully, he hung up then. Jim was sitting there, staring at me like I was crazy. We had been discussing where Larry might hide account numbers. The rest of the team had just left. "You said you love him," Jim said. "He said it first. If I hadn't answered him it would have been out of character. He's coming back early, Sunday afternoon, and wants me to pick him up. Jim, I think he's going to propose." "We have to do something before he gets back. I need to think. You look worn out, Karen, get some sleep. I'll call you tomorrow." "Okay, night, Jim." "Karen, how would you feel about staying the way you are? I'm just thinking about how many more opportunities there are for a man and women team than for two guys. An attractive woman opens doors and makes people relax. She's more trusted than a man. We could be a good team, if this score doesn't pay off." "You want me to be a woman forever?" "It's just a thought. I've worked with women before, but none as street-smart as you are. We could be a great team. Besides, you just seem to be so comfortable as Karen." "Jim, I don't know what to say. I want to go back to being Frank; I was born a man, not a woman. I think you should leave now. We'll talk tomorrow. Let's get this score wrapped up. We'll have all the money we ever need then." "Okay, I'm sorry, I should have never brought it up," Jim said, and he left. I stayed up for hours after that. I wondered and worried about what Jim might do. He had the medallion, if he chose to keep it from me, I was stuck. I didn't think he would do that to me, but what he said tonight scared me. I finally fell asleep, but I tossed all night. I had dreams that I couldn't remember, but they were disturbing. The next day, Tom came over to continue the search. Jim was busy working another angle was all he knew or would tell me. Jim never showed up, and we never found anything. I was so worn out from a bad night and working all day searching, I slept much better that night. When I got up Sunday morning, I spent a long time getting ready. I soaked in a hot bath and then used Nair again. This time I moisturized my whole body. I felt so soft and smooth. I spent a long time on my hair, getting it just right. I picked out a light blue, three piece underwear set and wore my panties over the garter belt so I could slip them off easily. I found the lipstick that matched the dress; Karen looked for a week to find the right color. I repainted my nails with the matching polish as well, even my toenails. When I put on the dress, I was a knockout. I found the black sandals with the five-inch heels that hurt my feet, but they really made my legs look their best. It was a special occasion, and I was going all out for it. I left for the airport and got there just before the plane landed. I had to wait outside the security area, but I didn't wait long. Larry came through the revolving doors. When he saw me, he stopped in his tracks. I ran to him and he lifted me off the floor. We kissed and I could feel his erection already. "You look fantastic. I've never seen anyone so beautiful." "Oh, Larry, I missed you so much. Let's get your bags and go home." Larry found his two cases and we were off. He drove and I sat next to him, my hand on his thigh, and his arm around my shoulders as I leaned against him. It felt good to be with him again for some reason. I was also excited about making love. I had stopped dreading it, and started looking forward to the experience. "We have reservations at the Mansion for dinner. Then we have a room reserved with a hot tub. I hope they can get along without you at work tomorrow." "Sure, why not." Larry drove up and the valet took the keys. Larry helped me out of the car and into the very exclusive hotel. Presidents and movie stars would stay there when in Dallas. It was lush, expensive and very romantic. They would cater to every need that was legal. Their restaurant was world class, with a famous executive chief with his own daily cooking segment on a local TV station. "Mr. Paulson and Miss Cosgrove, we have your table ready. Miss Cosgrove, you look ravishing tonight; you're a lucky man, Mr. Paulson." The restaurant at the Mansion on Turtle Creek is a world class operation. We were treated like royalty, all their guests are. The meal was perfect and Larry was busting to say something, but he kept me on the hook. After eating, Larry and I walked around the hotel; they had a lovely garden with a fountain. He found a bench and we sat down. It was a warm evening and there was gentle breeze. Larry reached in his pocket and pulled out a small box and then got down on one knee. Opening the box, he showed me a ring with a diamond the size and shape of an almond, a large almond. "Karen, will you marry me and make me far happier than I ever deserve to be?" he asked. His voice was clear, strong and melted my heart. "Yes, I will, gladly," I said with tears running down my face. I had prepared, though, I wore waterproof eye makeup. He kissed me and I felt like I was walking on air. Larry led us to our room, and we spent the night making love. I fell asleep in his arms and dreamed of out life together. What was sex like as a woman? It was different, and it was just like it had been every time with Larry. To be honest, I was too involved in the pleasure and love Karen was experiencing to try to make comparisons. I just know that Karen made love to Larry and it was very, very good. I woke up to the realization that I had just had sex with a man and accepted his proposal. I clearly remembered doing everything, but I couldn't tell you why I did. I was a man; I was just pretending to be Karen. Last night, I had relaxed myself too much and Karen had taken over. She wasn't real, she was dead, but her memories were so strong that they controlled me if I didn't think about it. It was too dangerous not to keep my mind on who and what I was. I was Frank, a man pretending to be a woman who was going to rip off this guy Larry for close to 60 million dollars. By letting my body control my acts I had fallen in love and accepted a proposal then had sex. From now on, Frank called the shots. I got up and showered quickly. Larry was still asleep. I wanted to get dressed before something else happened. As I got out of the shower, Larry wrapped a warm towel around me and hugged me from behind. "Morning sweetheart, how are you this morning?" "Oh, Larry, you scared me." "Let me help you get dried off," he said. He carefully patted my body dry, and then helped me put on one of the lush robes the hotel had in each room. "Darling, I have some very good news to share with you; something I know will make you happy." Wrapped in the warm long robe, I walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed. As long as I kept my mind on things it would be okay. Where I had a problem was not concentrating on what I was doing. "Karen, you once told me that you were uncomfortable with my job, you told me the people I worked for were not to be trusted and I should look for another job. I didn't want to listen to you, but I did. I checked them out more closely, and I discovered you were right about everything. So while I was in Europe, I closed a deal I had in the works for a couple of years. It set me, and you, for life. We'll have as much money as we ever need, close to three million. Carefully invested, it should allow us to have a very comfortable life and retire early, maybe when we're 50. The best part is, I quit the other job and I'm going to open my own accounting firm. I gave them back their laptop, and they've already moved the money to another bank." "So you're not running that slush fund anymore, and you have no access to it, at all?" "Nope, just like you wanted. Now we can be happy and not worry about the people I work for." I sat staring at Larry with my mouth open; he must have taken my shock for the happy kind, because he sat next to me and kissed me. I kissed back, without thinking, and soon he had me on my back, the robe open and his mouth on my left tit. I tried to concentrate on being Frank, but the sensations were too strong and I gave in. Larry mounted me and we made love again. It was spectacular at the time. I should have called Jim, but I didn't know what to tell him so I just coasted and spent the day with Larry. We shopped and talked and planned the wedding. His mother would help he promised, since mine, Karen's, was dead. He was excited about being his own boss and getting married and he brought up kids which Karen wanted badly. The day flew by and too soon we headed for Larry's house and reality. We made love twice that night, and in the morning Larry kissed me good-bye as I went off at work. He went to find office space, buy furniture and equipment and get his business started. I didn't have to tell the girls I was engaged, Elise saw the ring and screamed, she's the pregnant one. She hugged me and then everyone else hugged me and we all cried. I cried because I didn't know what I was going to do. Somehow I made it through work, but as I walked to my car, Jim drove up. He signaled me to get into his car. I did, but I left the door open. "Where have you been? Did you get the bank account?" I explained there was no account to get, Larry had quit his job and we were engaged. "What?" "I need the medallion, Jim; I have to change back now. This is much more than just feeling like Karen or being able to do simple things without thinking. If I don't concentrate, I AM Karen. Where's the medallion?" "It's gone, I lost it the night you changed into Karen." "Why didn't you tell me?" "If I did, it might screw up the score. I didn't want to lose the money and have you stuck as a woman. At least you'd have some money if we had made the deal work." "It's really gone, you're not scamming me?" "Why would I? What would I gain? Somebody broke into my car and stole the CD player, and they took the medallion as well. I'm sorry, Frank, I mean Karen, I can't help you get back to being a man. I can be your partner and watch out for you. We could be a great team, like I said," Jim said. If he was lying, he was far better at it than I could imagine. "I'll think about it, Jim," I said as I got out of the car. He drove off. I went to my car and drove home, to Larry's place. I parked in the rear entry garage and closed the door behind me. Larry's car was parked in the garage, too, he was home. Now I had to decide. A life with Larry would be comfortable, but one in which I would work, probably in the dress shop with the other girls. I'd get married, pregnant and raise kids. I'd have to be a parent and a wife. I'd be the passive sex partner; I knew that from our sex already, Larry was the leader in bed. Not that I didn't enjoy it. The other choice was life with Jim, scamming people too dumb and crooked not to be scammed. Living in hotels and eating out every night, not having to work, probably having sex with Jim who was much better looking than Larry. Never having to worry about kids, bills, PTA meetings, doing the dishes or cleaning house. I'd have to concentrate every moment to keep Karen's memories from surfacing. "Honey, are you okay? You've been sitting here for so long, I heard you drive in fifteen minutes ago. I was on the phone or I would have come out sooner. Is everything all right?" Larry looked and sounded worried. He had opened the door and was crouched down next to me. His dark brown eyes were looking deep into mine. How could he not see the male I used to be? How could he not see the real me? But maybe he was seeing the real me. Maybe I really was Karen now, it was much easier to just let go. I could still remember being Frank; it wasn't like he was dead. This way it was like Karen wasn't dead, either. "Nothing's wrong, darling, I'm just day dreaming about my wedding day," I said as I kissed him. The End