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Fox Tales 3: Search Anew for the Fox By Bill Hart Following one of those days, I was relaxing out by the side of the pool in my apartment complex. For the obvious reasons - several of them of them blonde, many of the others redheaded - it was my most favorite place to simply relax and unwind following another long miserable day at work. As I sat there on the lounge chair, I kept watching them. I really couldn't help myself. I'd only seen them around the pool a few times before. In my mind, I'd grouped the five of them together. I'd labeled them simply the Babe Patrol. That was simply what the five of them were. Whenever I saw them - two brunettes, two blondes, and one redhead - they were always together. Aside from their hair colors and a few facial differences, they sure looked as if they'd been cut out of the same incredibly hot babe mold. I sure wished I could find the guy with the mold. Then it suddenly dawned on me what they were up to. There was no doubt about it. The Babe Patrol just had to be wandering around the pool area so they could scope out the guys hanging around the pool. I wondered why they hadn't noticed me as I'd noticed them. On the other hand, they seemed to be really picky. Now that I'd had some time to think about it, I'd never really seen them pick up any guys around the pool before. But they definitely turned male heads. That wasn't the only reaction they got from the poolside males. If they were actually closet lesbians, it was a damn crying shame. Those five hot-looking sexy babes didn't know what they were missing. My mind began wandering. If I had my choice, which one of them would I select for a night of mindless pleasures? Even if they were all closet lesbians, I doubt I would have minded doing them all... multiple times. Just the idea of getting into their hot little panties stirred my manhood. Somehow, I kind of figured I wasn't the only man here thinking around that line. But those five silly girls didn't seem to know I existed. What a shame! How could I make them notice me? "You seem most interested in me and my girls, Mr. Patterson," said a sensual female voice from the lounge chair right beside me. "It's not very polite of you to be constantly staring at us, Andy. I hope you don't mind that I called you Andy." When I turned my head toward the chair I thought had been empty, I was surprised to say the very least. Sitting there was one of the sultry sexy brunettes from the Babe Patrol. Somehow, she already knew my name. That was a plus. She'd apparently been checking me out and I hadn't even noticed her doing it. Maybe I would be getting a little hot and heavy action later tonight after all. "I've never really cared to be called Andy; it's always sounded so very common and undistinguished to me," I smiled. "I actually prefer being called Andrew." "That's all right with me, Andrew," replied the brunette with an odd smile. "We shall call you whatever you like. If you want to be called Andrew, then Andrew you are." She began grinning at me. "My name is Beryl." Indicating the other four members of the Babe Patrol standing around her, she added simply, "These are my girls, Andrew." Her girls? I wondered what she'd meant by that. "I'm Yaslina," smiled the other sultry brunette. "You may call me Sylvana," said the sensuous redhead. "My name's Natasha," grinned one of the two busty blondes, "but all my friends call me Nautty. I'm sure you'll find out why that is once we've become better acquainted." "Randi," smiled the other blonde. She had this marvelously wicked gleam in her eyes. "That's both my name and my nature, you know." "I'll get right to the point. We've been looking for a new roommate, Andrew. Six living together under the same roof is ever so much better than five. Wouldn't you agree that's true?" smiled Beryl. "Once we saw you, we knew you'd be perfect. We were wondering if you would consider moving in with us." "We really hope you will," smiled Natasha. "You'll like living with us." "We all think you're totally cute too," added Randi. As she'd said earlier, her smile definitely suggested her name. I was totally stunned. Had I died without knowing it and gone directly to heaven? I hadn't really been thinking of moving out of my current apartment, but just the thought of living with five hot busty babes definitely promised more interesting times than living alone. The idea of having roommates that were - excuse the play on names - naughty and randy was also a decided plus. But why me? What was the catch? "Are you sure you girls really want me moving in with you?" I asked curiously. "I'm a man. Wouldn't that cause you any problems?" "We'd already noticed that little detail, Andrew," smiled Yaslina. "We don't know why something like that should cause any problems. We know you're a man, but your being a man was totally irrelevant and thus unimportant in our selection of you as a potential roommate." "We like men, as well as other women. You'll find we're very open-minded," added Sylvana with her own sensual smile. "As long you won't mind being with any one of us at any given time, there should never be any problems. How could there ever be any problems?" "We've had a few male roommates before, Andrew," said Natasha. "For some reason, they just don't seem to hang around very long," added Randi. "I don't really know why." I could certainly understand that happening. However, Randi, for whatever the reason, seemed more naive than the rest. Sooner or later, I'd probably pick a favorite from among them. With five totally stunning babes to choose from, I considered that more or less inevitable. Once I'd chosen my favorite, increased friction with the other girls would likely result. Eventually, I'd have to leave - very clearly the girls would, as they must have done before, stick together - but for a short while I'd be in seventh heaven. I thought I could live with that for as long as they could. "Have you made your decision, Andrew?" asked Beryl. "You should know we'd be very disappointed if you decided to decline our invitation, but we'll quickly find someone else if you aren't interested." "Please say you will," smiled Natasha. "With five of us around, someone is always getting left out." "Threesomes can be fun," added Randi. "But even they get old and tiresome after a while. I'm always willing to experiment, but I've always found one-on-one encounters more esthetically pleasing." "So have I," grinned Sylvana. "Haven't you, Andrew?" "Me too." Yaslina's mysterious smile was reminiscent of the Cheshire cat. I wondered if she was as mischievous as well. "Do not beg, girls," replied Beryl. "If Mr. Patterson has made his decision not to come live with us, then we must accept his decision and simply move on." Getting up from her chair, she looked at each girl. "It's time we must be leaving." The five of them slowly turned and began walking away from me. What the hell had I just done? "Wait, Beryl!" I shouted as I leapt from my own chair. "I haven't told you my decision yet! Don't leave without hearing it!" I don't know why I'd waited so long to give her the answer I'd already decided on. I'd almost - maybe still had - blown a golden opportunity that I somehow knew would never be handed to me again. "I want to move in with you! I want you all to be my roommates!" The girls stopped en masse. As Beryl turned back toward me, she brushed several strands of her dark hair away from the front of her face. "You've made an excellent decision, Andrew," grinned Beryl in an odd mischievous manner. The other girls only smiled at me. Oddly, I couldn't tell if they were happy or sad. Their expressions almost seemed those of relief. I began wondering if somehow I'd been played. But before I could ask any questions, we were abruptly somewhere else. *** What had just happened? I felt strange and dizzy. My body no longer felt like my body always had. I no longer knew where I was exactly. Even stranger than that, I seemed to have a few odd doubts about who I really was. It was all so confusing to me. A lot of really strange and unfamiliar thoughts were running around in my head. All I knew with any great certainty was the pool and all the people that had been around it were now gone. "Are you all right, Aklar?" asked an odd, yet somehow familiar, feminine sounding voice beside me. "Sometimes these transitions between realities can be a little disorienting for the novice traveler. And you have just experienced such movement for the very first time." As I slowly turned toward the sound of the voice that was speaking to me, I was surprised at the strange sight of the girl to whom the voice belonged. She was naked. That is, she was if you could consider someone whose body was covered only by dark green fur about an inch in length to actually be naked. And yet, the trio of rather large breasts hanging so invitingly from her chest seemed perfectly normal. I found the mere sight of them so exciting. She also had the sexiest green eyes. The hair - or was it just fur - on her head was at least a foot longer than the fur covering the rest of her body. She was definitely one of the hottest sexiest green babes I'd ever seen. She didn't seem the least bit strange any more. On top of that, I knew exactly who she was. "Where are we, Bryleen?" I asked. She knew where we were. She knew what had happened to us. She'd already told me as much. "Why the hell are you suddenly green, girl?" That she was also covered in fur no longer seemed that important. "Is that all you want to know, Aklar?" She smiled at me again, as she fondled each of her three breasts in turn. "You might think of this place as a way station between your reality and mine. It's merely a required stop between our two realities." She continued smiling at me. "This wasn't supposed to happen. However, if you don't know why I'm green here, then I'd think you might be even more interested in knowing why you're not." "What are you talking about, Bryleen?" Before she could answer my question, I impulsively raised my hand to take a better look at it. I immediately wished I hadn't. My hands and arms were covered with short yellow fur no longer than Bryleen's. It got even worse when I looked down at my legs. From the waist down, I possessed a very thick and inordinately shaggy orange fur. My chest fur, and supposedly that on my back, was now a bright red. "What is this shit, Bryleen?" "The male of the species we are in this reality is always more colorful than the female is," smiled Bryleen. "The hotter your coloration, the more females you attract. You are definitely one very hot male, Aklar." She stared at me incessantly; she had that wanton look of lust building in her eyes. "It's the way things are here. Do you remember the others?" she suddenly asked. "We're less memorable. As females, we get stuck with the cooler - that is, those not too hot - colors." "Others?" I shook my head slowly. Bryleen and I hadn't traveled here alone. There'd been others - four more females - with us. I looked around the area. They were still here; they hadn't wandered away. I wasn't too surprised. I was happy to see them again. But for some unknown reason, they didn't seem any different than they had before. "Of course I remember them," I smiled. "What male forgets his females? The one with fur your color is Yukarra. The lovely blue-furred female is Syrene." Although they were all incredibly attractive, for some reason I found her the most attractive one of them all. "And the two with the sexy light violet fur are Nescra and Rovani." Why did they keep stroking their breasts? Why were they all looking at me that way? Didn't they have the slightest idea what doing that did to a hot orange-blooded male like me? It was only a moment, perhaps even two, later that I discovered they'd all known exactly what they'd been doing. *** My head pounded and throbbed as I opened my eyes. 'What the hell just happened?' I thought. Nothing made a whole lot of sense to me at that moment. I closed my eyes once again; it seemed to help. It also gave me time to think. Something about the girls stroking their breasts as they had must have triggered my reproductive urges. It had been simply nothing more than an instinctive behavior. Even if I'd wanted to, I couldn't possibly have resisted. It had become an overpowering need that had to be filled. At the same time, something just didn't seem right about the girls having all the say in when and where we mated. As if I'd been totally under someone else's control and direction, I'd approached Syrene first. The last thing I clearly remembered was sucking greedily on Syrene's ample center breast. It must have been the final trigger. After that, what few memories I still possessed were fuzzy and blurred. Feeling suddenly somewhat better, I opened my eyes again. Four of the girls - I couldn't find Bryleen - were busily scurrying around the area. I had no idea what they were doing. And yet, something way deep down inside me knew exactly what they were doing. At the same time, whatever it was that had informed me about what they were doing had failed to let me know just why they were now building nests. Just what did they need nests for? "I'm glad that's over and done with," grumbled Bryleen as she exited what I only then recognized as a completed nest. Even I could see that Bryleen wasn't a very happy camper. "At least, we're oviparous here. I would have hated being pregnant and locked into this world until I finally gave birth." "Oviparous?" I mumbled. What did that mean? For some reason, I thought I should know the answer. "So you're finally awake again. Did you have a nice nap?" growled Bryleen. I wondered why she was so grouchy. "It simply means we lay eggs. There are six of the damn thick-shelled plaid things sitting all comfy and cozy in my nest. That's a couple more than the average, but at least I didn't wind up one of them." She quickly looked around the area. "Once they're finished nesting, we'll be leaving." "What happened to us, Bryleen?" I asked her. Why did my voice sound so strange? Bryleen glared angry daggers in my directions. "I certainly wasn't expecting to step out into this reality with a hot male or as part of a mating group. It's always been a distinct possibility when coming here, but it never happened before. It must be that season again. As you no doubt felt for yourself, the urge for us to mate was and is irresistible. In case you don't already know, you successfully planted your seed in all five of us. Fortunately, we lay eggs here instead of getting pregnant. We'd have all been stuck right here for months if that had happened." "I don't understand." I still had no idea what was wrong with my voice. "Something about pregnancies blocks the gateway between worlds. A pregnant female - or a pregnant male in one of those realities - is not allowed passage through the gateway," replied Bryleen. "I don't why or even how that is exactly, but I'm working on finding an answer." "Oh." I couldn't really think of anything else to say to her. I didn't think she'd be too happy - not that she was overly happy now - if I tried apologizing for being the father of her six eggs. I wondered if I could help the others out, before realizing everything had quieted. The other girls were clearly in their nests laying their own eggs. This was definitely an odd world. I wondered if laying eggs hurt. Fortunately, being male, I'd never have to find out. But for some strange reason, I was still very curious what it would be like. As I lifted my arm to stretch, I stared at it. Something seemed different about my arm. It took me a few more seconds of staring before I realized my fur was no longer the hot yellow color I remembered it being. Instead, it was blue like Syrene's, although mine might have been a somewhat darker shade. As I raised myself up to a sitting position, I felt the odd shifting of weight on my chest. I already had a really good idea what my hand would find there even before it landed on the first of my three massive breasts. I looked for Bryleen. She was standing not very far away from me. "Bryleen! What the hell happened to me?" I asked, only then realizing why my voice had sounded a little odd. "Why am I female now?" "It's how things are here. You have completed your manly function, Alkara," grinned Bryleen. "Males are only necessary when we need to mate and reproduce. As a result, maleness is a simple transitory state here. Whenever we have that need, our complex biochemistry kicks in and one of our group becomes the required male." She looked anxiously toward the other nests. "I sure wish they'd hurry up. We haven't got all day." "Why?" I asked. "What haven't you told me?" "We need to leave this reality as soon as possible," replied Bryleen. "It's that season. There may be other hot males with their mating groups in this area. Apparently, that's what happened to us. I should have known this might happen and gone to one of the other realities." "If we just stay out of their way, won't they leave us alone?" "Males will no longer bother me or the four still in their nests," said Bryleen. "We have mated and already laid our eggs this season. No males will find any of us attractive again until next season." "Isn't that good news?" "For us it is, but it isn't for you." Bryleen looked over at the nests again and frowned. "You're different. You were our male. Now that you have performed your male function, you are an unmated female. For the remainder of this season, you'll be highly prized here. There is something about having been male that increases egg production. If you just see another male, you'll very likely try running off with him and his group. We might never find you again. But after you've laid a few clutches of eggs for your new group, it will all seem perfectly normal to you. Eventually, you might even become a male again." "I see," I answered worriedly. I definitely didn't want that to happen to me. "Is there anything we can do to speed them up?" "No, there is nothing we can do, Alkara," frowned Bryleen. "They must take the time that is required. Nothing more, nothing less, is truly acceptable." Syrene exited her nest first, followed seconds later by Yukarra. They both smiled when they saw me standing by Bryleen. Did they know this was me? "I like your new color, Alkara," smiled the green-furred new arrival. "I was definitely pleased when you suckled first from my center breast," smiled Syrene. "Yukarra and I were both worried that you might choose either Nescra or Rovani first. Although we have nothing against them, neither of us really wanted another member of our group having their light violet fur. Variety is always a better choice than increasing sameness." "It's about time," growled Bryleen. "Hurry up, Nescra and Rovani." Just as the violet furred girls joined us, I heard a sudden noise from behind me. When I turned my head to investigate the noise I spotted the hot-colored male and he spotted me. All my thoughts seemed to vanish. He was man; I was woman. I began slowly stroking my large breasts, as the other girls had done when I'd been the insatiable male. I was simply telling him I was ready and willing to mate. Suddenly, a pair of arms encircled my waist. "Let me go!" I shouted angrily as I struggled to free myself. When I looked for the hot male, I saw him rushing to my aid. "Help me!" I shouted at him. "You have to make them let me go!" I continued struggling. "Can't you see I want to go with him!" "Not this time, Alkara." Abruptly, we were once again elsewhere. *** Having traversed between realties once more, I was once again feeling dazed. How much of my confusion could actually be explained away by crossing these boundaries of strange realities was debatable. My rationality before we'd left that last world was, under the influence of that incredible male, already of a questionable nature. Why was I still being held as if I might run away? That male was no longer influencing me. How could he be? He was of and in another reality. I wondered which of the girls had saved me from myself. "Put me down!" I demanded. At the same time, I cringed at the high pitched sound of my voice. I suddenly had a bad feeling about this. "Where are we?" I asked as my feet finally touched the floor. "Just who the hell are you?" I stared at the man who'd been holding on to me so tightly. "This is my reality," replied the man calmly. "You already know who I am, Andrea." "No, I don't. Why did you just call me, Andrea?" I asked him. "That isn't my name." On the other hand, I couldn't seem to remember having another name. I looked around and found only four of the girls. I thought they looked the same as they had beside the pool. And yet, something was somehow inexplicably different about them. And if the other girls from the pool were here, where was Beryl? "What's going on here?" "Are you all right, Andrea?" asked one of the girls. "We were worried about you." I wasn't too sure which of them had asked the question. I thought it might have been one of the two busty blondes. Why couldn't I remember their names? I'd never had problems remembering names of pretty girls before. Why was I having problems now? "I hope you haven't reconsidered moving in with us," smiled the sexy brunette. I couldn't seem to remember her name either. "Skylar was looking forward to having another redhead being a part of our group." Skylar? Another redhead? I turned toward the redhead and immediately, to my great relief, recognized her as Skylar. And even as I recognized her for who she was, the names of the other girls suddenly popped back into my mind. The brunette was Yvette and the two blondes were Nikki and Rhonda. How could I have ever forgotten their names? On the other hand, why did I have the strangest feeling they'd had different names when I'd first met them? Looking toward the man, I thought I recognized him as Beryl. I thought it strange; it didn't seem possible. "You're Basil. Aren't you?" I asked him. Why had I just thought his name was something different than Basil? And why couldn't I remember what I'd thought his name had been? "I told you, you knew who I was." Basil smiled at me; I didn't like that pretentious smile of his one little bit. "Why are you all calling me, Andrea?" I asked again. "Why would Skylar ever think I'm a redhead?" I knew I didn't have red hair. "Go over and take a good long look at yourself in the mirror, Andrea," smiled Basil. "It is often said a picture's worth a thousand words. I believe you'll find your reflection is worth far more than that." Having no idea what Basil had meant, I began walking slowly toward the mirror. For some inexplicable reason, the way my body moved as I walked felt odd. Once I arrived in front of the mirror, I stared at my reflection in awed disbelief. How could I have failed to recognize the totally obvious? Surprisingly, my hair was actually red. It was easily a shade or two darker in color than Skylar's was, but it was very definitely red. It was also about a foot longer than hers in length. I had sexy green eyes. How had that pair of large boobs on my chest gone completely unnoticed until after I'd seen them in the mirror? "Why am I a woman here, Basil?" I asked. It was no wonder they called me Andrea now instead of... whatever my name had actually been before. "That's an interesting question," replied Basil. "It's also quite fascinating." He pointed some odd looking instrument of some sort at me. "I was not expecting something like this. As a guess, your current female state is very likely to be related to your otherwise perfectly normal transformation from male to female in the last world we were in. It probably didn't help you much that you became so physically aroused by that male before we finally escaped." I felt myself flush. I didn't want to think about what might have happened if I'd run away with that male. "Can you do anything to change me back into a man?" I asked. "I don't want to be a girl." "What's wrong with being a girl?" asked Rhonda. "We're all girls here; we all like being girls," smiled Nikki. "That's different," I protested. "No, it isn't," muttered one of the girls. I wondered what she'd meant by that. "I'm afraid I have some bad news for you, Andrea," said Basil with a most peculiar grin. "According to the readings, I was correct in my earlier assessment. The physical transformation coupled with your intense sexual arousal at the moment of transition here has totally feminized your aspect. It's the most incredible thing I've ever seen. None of the existing theories I've seen has predicted anything like it. You will make scientific history. No matter what reality you travel to, your altered aspect will always make certain you're a woman there." "Can you put it a little simpler?" What I had understood, I hadn't really liked. "Certainly," replied Basil. "Your change into a woman is permanent and irrevocable, Andrea. Here in my world, you're female because you were born female. Even were I to return you to your own reality, you would remain female there because it's now a firm part of your aspect to be female now." My mouth dropped open. "You'll like being female, Andrea," said Nikki. "You just can't imagine how much fun you'll have living here with us," added Rhonda. "I suppose," I sighed. However, I no longer had a real choice. "I'm sure you'll adjust quickly, Andrea," said Skylar. "Didn't we all?" mumbled Yvette. She looked over at me and smiled. "You'll be staying here with us, of course." "Why not?" I replied dejectedly. "Where else can I go? I don't belong anywhere else." I turned and looked into the mirror again. How could I possibly adjust to this? I was now a gorgeous and sexy young woman that I rather take to my bed than be. But Basil had made it very clear that the change I'd undergone was permanent. Somehow, I knew I must adjust to living the rest of my life as a woman. If I couldn't adjust, then I'd simply go mad. I looked at myself in the mirror again. The shapely green-eyed redhead that was my reflection didn't look much like person I'd once been. At least I was physically attractive. Would being a hot sexy babe make adjusting easier or harder? I had no idea one way or the other. Aside from knowing I'd definitely attract the male of the species, I didn't really know what else to expect. As I stood there looking at my incredibly hot new female self, Basil slipped in behind me, lifted my hair away from my neck, and began gently nibbling on my newly bared neck. "What are you doing?" I whispered. "A little something I thought you'd thoroughly enjoy, Andrea," replied Basil with a huge grin. I didn't want him doing what he was doing. But he was right about me enjoying how he nibbled on my neck. It just felt so wonderful. I wanted those feelings to go on and on forever. In spite of the fact that I wanted him to stop what he was doing immediately, I also wanted him to keep doing what he was doing forever. On the other hand, something just seemed wrong about the whole thing. As he continued his nibbling on my neck, Basil's hands slowly traced the curves of my body from my slender waist upward. When he finally reached my breasts, he began caressing them lightly. I'd never felt anything like it before. My breasts were so sensitive. Basil's every touch sent shivers of exciting pleasure careening through my body. Even my crotch had grown damp. It was such an odd feeling, but, at the same time, somehow it felt right. Turning within his grasp, my lips sought out his. I wasn't sure I should be doing this, but when our lips met that thought disappeared. It quickly became a greedy, hungry kiss. I was convinced Basil enjoyed being on the receiving end as much as I enjoyed giving it to him. However, I wanted more from him. A helluva lot more. As I slowly pulled back from Basil, I smiled playfully at him. "Why don't we go to my room, Basil?" "Whatever you'd like," replied Basil. *** "How does Basil keep finding such gullible men?" asked Skylar. "Are there really that many of them running around loose?" "Who knows?" replied Yvette. "Basil's a clever man. You know he always gets whatever he wants. He decided he wanted Andrew and soon he'll have her. Men like Andrew shouldn't think about getting into our hot little panties when Basil is listening to their thoughts." "It serves Andrew right," smiled Rhonda. "Andrea will be a much better person." "Better for Basil. Besides, we all know how much Basil lies," said Nikki. "I also think he plays with our minds. Maybe that's how he keeps finding all these gullible males." "Basil lies?" asked Rhonda, clearly surprised by that knowledge. "I didn't know that." "Oh no. Not again," groaned Yvette. "Why does he always leave this explanation to us?" "That man lies like a rug, girl," said Skylar. "Basil would lie to his own mother - that is, if he has one - if he thought it would get him something he wanted," chipped in Nikki. "Are you sure about that?" asked Rhonda. "I don't remember Basil ever lying to me. I think you're making it all up." "You're still too naive about men, Rhonda," replied Yvette. "That must be because you haven't been a girl long enough to realize the full truth about Basil and his many strange powers. But believe me, you'll learn quickly enough. We all did." "You still haven't told me when Basil lied to me." Rhonda stared at Yvette. "I don't think he did. I think it's you telling me lies." "Very well, foolish girl. We should write this all down and have each new girl read it when she first comes to live here," said Skylar. "Just as he did with Andrew, as well as the rest of us, Basil lied when he told you that your transformation was permanent." "Wasn't it?" Rhonda sounded suddenly worried. "Not at the time he told you it was." "He just needed you to believe it was." "Your transformation didn't actually become a permanent change until he took your female virginity. Once he'd fucked you, you were simply fucked in more ways than just one." Rhonda began smiling at them. "That's okay. I don't mind. I really like being a girl." She slipped her hands onto her hips. "I'm glad Basil lied to me so he could fuck me and make my wonderful change a permanent one." She raised a hand to one of her breasts. "It would have been absolutely horrible becoming a man again. I wouldn't have my boobies. Why would I ever want to be some man when I can be me?" "I told you he plays with our minds," said Nikki. "You weren't much different than her, Nikki." "None of us were." Yvette looked at Nikki. "If it could be returned to you, would you choose becoming the man you were over who you are now?" "No fucking way," snapped Nikki. "Are you crazy?" "Not that I know of." "Would you even know, Yvette? Would any of us really know?" "An interesting question." "Can any of you believe that crazy cock and bull story that Basil told Andrew? How could he have believed that kind of shit?" "It doesn't matter what we believe, Nikki," replied Skylar. "All that really matters is what Andrew believed. His mind accepted it." "It also seemed perfectly plausible to me," said Rhonda. She shook her head sending her blonde hair swirling about her head. "She'll be far happier now as Andrea then she ever was as..." She suddenly looked puzzled. "Why can't I say - or for that matter remember - her former male name?" "Clearly, Andrea's mindset has just adjusted," replied Skylar. "Her physical change is now as permanent as ours are." "She wasn't another screamer." "Thank goodness for small favors, Yvette. I couldn't possibly have dealt with another screamer so soon." "Our sample is still too small to draw meaningful conclusions, Sky." Yvette looked at the two blondes. "Even if Rhonda and Nikki are our only current screamers, we can't really say that only blondes are screamers or all screamers are blonde." "That's just how I let Basil know how much I enjoy having him in me," said Rhonda in defense of her screaming. "What could possibly be wrong with that. Basil never once complained." "Of course not," replied Nikki. "Nor would Basil ever complain," added Yvette. "Screamers and non-screamers alike are all the same to him. The only thing he ever worries about is where his next fuck is coming from." "Why am I not surprised that Nikki would agree with Rhonda? Screamers have always stuck together," said Skylar. "However, to be perfectly honest with both of you, I don't object to your screaming out in pleasure. How you express yourself is your business, not mine. It just gets on my nerves from time to time." Yvette decided it was time to change the subject. All this talk of screamers was just dull and boring. "What did you guys think of that strange reality where Basil took us?" "It was one really weird place," replied Skylar. "However, it was also interesting nevertheless." "I didn't really like having three breasts that much," said Nikki, as she caressed first one, then the other of her own abundant pair. "It felt strange. As far as I'm concerned two breasts is the perfect number. I like this arrangement just fine." "I disagree," smiled Skylar. "I didn't find being tri-breasted all that bad. I found having them fascinating. I suppose I could have gotten used to having them in time. They were so sensitive when that male Andrea had been was around." "That was Basil's doing no doubt. He just wanted to thoroughly confuse her," added Yvette. "You know how he is. I think he did a good job of that." "He always does." Skylar smiled at each of the other girls. "He made her do exactly what he wanted her to do. She even thought it was her idea." "I didn't really like having all that fur either," snapped Nikki. "It itched all the time. Can you imagine what that fur would have been like if it had got hot and we started sweating?" She looked over at Rhonda. "I liked the color though. Didn't you?" She turned towards the others. "The only real saving grace was that fur was it all being the same color and pretty much the same length. I would have hated being that male. Who designed his insane patchwork color scheme anyway?" The girls were all in agreement with Nikki about the male. None of them wanted to be him and have to put up with all that thick body fur. "You've been awfully quiet, Rhonda." Yvette could tell something was bothering her. "I don't like to talk about that horrible damn place," growled Rhonda back at Yvette. "Why did Basil have to take us there of all places." She glared at Yvette. "Don't laugh. I just didn't like that egg laying shit one little bit. It was just too weird." "That's strange," replied Yvette with a puzzled look. "I didn't mind the egg laying at all. I'll admit it started out feeling a little strange at first, but then it suddenly turned erotic." Yvette sighed. "I almost wish I could have laid more than just the three." "Three?" whispered Rhonda. "I know exactly what you mean," smiled Skylar. "It was a highly fascinating experience. I wouldn't have missed it. However, it somehow didn't feel that the four I laid were really enough." "Four?" whispered Rhonda again. "That's the average number laid according to what Basil said," said Nikki. "I wonder just how many he laid. I had eight of them myself, but they sure took their own sweet time being coming." She looked a little embarrassed before continuing. "It felt like I was constipated or something. Isn't that weird?" "Eight?" whispered Rhonda once more. "Is that all? It's just not fucking fair!" she growled. "What's wrong?" asked Nikki. "What's wrong?" Rhonda pointed at the three girls in turn. "Three? Four? And eight?" She shook her head slowly. "That's what's fucking unfair! Something had to be wrong." She paused for a moment to catch her breath. "I dropped nineteen - more than you three combined - of those damn little plaid things. Once I started laying them, I never thought they'd quit coming out. It was just horrible." "I wondered what took you so long," remarked Skylar. "So did I," added Yvette. "You were the first of the four of us to enter your nest." "Well now you know. I hope you're all happy," snapped Rhonda. "I never want to go back to that damn world again." "I don't blame you. Basil said that only happens from time to time," said Nikki. "He didn't now why though. He thought it might have to do with some hormone being out of whack or something like that." "You don't have to worry about going back," said Skylar. "It's not very likely we'll ever return there." "Good!" snarled Rhonda. "Basil just hates to repeat himself. He's always prided himself on his imagination, although sometimes I think it's a little overactive," said Yvette. "However, even though he'd very likely deny it, I suspect things didn't work out exactly as Basil had planned. I somehow doubt he ever expected to become one of the girls laying a clutch of eggs of his own. You know how he is. He simply got unexpectedly caught up in his own scheme this time." "It serves him right. He'll become a better man for it." "That's highly doubtful, Nikki." Yvette shook her head. "Basil is still Basil. Just how many times have you ever witnessed a leopard change his spots?" "We're just wasting time." Skylar looked at the other girls. "We should be doing something else. Something more constructive." "That's absolutely right," grinned Rhonda. "All this time we've been out here shooting the breeze, Basil and Andrea have been in her room having a lot more fun." "We should just quit talking and have a little fun of our own," smiled Nikki. "Sounds like an absolutely perfect plan to me," smiled Yvette. "We should break up into pairs first. How about me and Rhonda and Skylar and Nikki first? After a while, we can swap partners with Nikki and Rhonda trading places. Then the two blondes can go at it and scream to their hearts content. We should quickly find out which of them is the loudest." Nikki smiled. "That's okay with me. Perhaps if there's time we could even try a foursome." "That would be interesting," smiled Rhonda. "It would definitely be something new," mused Skylar. "Why don't we all just quit talking and get down to some more serious business... and pleasure," grinned Yvette. She strolled over to Rhonda and kissed her squarely, not to mention quite passionately, on the lips. The same scene almost immediately played out between Skylar and Nikki. It wasn't long before the four girls were all sprawled on the floor rolling around without another care in the world. The pairs didn't last very long. It was soon hard to tell where one girl left off and another began. Everything was right with their world once again. *** "You were just wonderful, Basil," I gushed, as I looked up at him. Even though I still knew better, I just sort of felt as if I'd been a woman my whole life. In addition to that, I simply no longer had any problems or complaints about being one. All in all, I considered that a most fortunate set of circumstances, since I was going to be female for the rest of my life. As much as I'd gone on and on about being female earlier, I truly doubted I'd ever miss being a man. How could Basil fuck me if I were a man? Basil looked down at me with that mischievous grin of his. I just loved it when he looked at me that way. It made me feel all hot and sexy. "What are you thinking about, Andrea?" he finally asked. "I was just wondering if you'd fuck me again, Basil," I smiled, doing my very best to look sensual and seductive. "I don't really know what it is, but I'm feeling really hot and horny this evening. I need to be fucked again real soon and you're the only man here." "Of course I will, my love," replied Basil. "If once isn't enough to satisfy you, we can do it as many times as you'd like, Andrea." "You might be sorry you said that, Basil," I grinned playfully. In fact, I knew he would be. "I might just wear you out." "You can try. I'll just have to take that chance," replied Basil with an odd, yet somehow incredibly sexy, smile. "Would you mind doing something else for me?" I smiled coyly. "Anything you'd like is yours for the asking, Andrea." "Could you call me Andi instead of Andrea?" I asked. I liked the sound of that name better. Somehow, I just felt more like an Andi now. "I think Andi sounds so much sexier than Andrea. Don't you think so too?" Basil smiled at me. Had I said something amusing? "I just knew you were really an Andi that first time I met you." I smiled back at him. When I'd asked him, I'd had a strange feeling he would refuse to call me Andi. For some strange inexplicable reason, I'd been expecting him to insist on calling me Andrea. I was definitely glad I was wrong for once. "So what are you waiting for, big boy?" I asked, before grabbing Basil and pulling him down on top of me. THE END