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Prayers Do Get Answered Jim pushed the rewind button on the video recorder, and waited for the tape to rewind. Some strange things had been happening the past few weekends, and he was determined to find out what. Jim was a single, 23-year-old stock broker, and worked for one of the large Wall Street firms. He had a great apartment, with a great view. His weekend routine was to party with his friends to the wee hours of the morning. But the past few Fridays he had come home from work, fixed a light supper, and fallen asleep. When he awoke it was Saturday afternoon. This just wasn't him. Also, there had been a wad of money on his chest of drawers, that hadn't been there when he fell asleep. The amount of money had varied, but was always $500 or more. One of his friends, Tony, a technical nerd, had lent him some recording equipment, with some very small wireless cameras. He had only placed one of the cameras, so that it covered most of his bedroom. Jim's apartment was what you would expect for a high end stock broker. Nice big living room, great for hosting parties. A great kitchen, for cooking the meals that he enjoyed preparing for his friends. A bedroom, just made for seducing his girlfriends. And a bathroom, with a large walk in shower, and a Jacuzzi bathtub. The tape finally finished rewinding, he pressed play, the screen flickered, and the scene started by showing him walking away from where he had hid the recorder. He was yawning, and it appeared that he couldn't keep his eyes open. He remembered all of this. And, yes, he was very sleepy when he had pushed the record button. He walked over to the bed, looked up at where he had hidden the camera, and stripped. He had always slept in the nude. He watched, as he crawled into bed, again looked up at the camera, closed his eyes, and went fast asleep. Nothing happened for a few minutes. Then the picture started to go fuzzy, and out of focus. He thought, 'Oh great. This whole thing is going to fail.' He pushed stop, rewound the tape a bit, and pressed play again. At the same place the picture again went fuzzy, and out of focus. This time he just let it run. The picture slowly came back into focus. But, it didn't look like his room. It was too feminine. The bed was now a pretty four poster one. Where his desk had been there was a dressing table. The chest of drawers was now very feminine. The curtains were very frilly. The hardwood floor was now carpeted. It was a girl's bedroom. He looked again at the bed. There was someone on it, but it sure didn't look like him. Whoever this was, was buried under the covers, and all he could see was long black hair. His hair was short, and blond. He rewound the tape a second time. And, watched the room change again. He left the tape run, to see what would happen next. The body on the bed began to stir. By the time on the bedside clock radio was about six-thirty in the evening. The body threw the covers off, and Jim could now see that it was a girl. A completely naked girl. From what Jim could see her back was to him. She had long black hair, down to the middle of her back. Her skin was darker than his. And she had a great body. She stretched, stood up, and walked into the bathroom. Jim kicked himself for not setting up the other cameras that Tony had given him. But he could hear the shower running, and the girl singing to herself as she took a shower. As she walked out of the bathroom, still singing to herself, Jim got a better look. She was Oriental, and very pretty. Her breasts weren't large, but perfect for her body. Which looked to also be perfect. A small waist. And hips to match her breasts. Her face was also perfect. With a small nose. A mouth with pouty lips, and permanent smile. Pretty dark eyes, with that little bit of slant. She even looks a little familiar. Jim thought, 'I think I'm falling in love. Wait! What the hell am I thinking? Who is she? What's she doing in my bedroom? What happened to my bedroom? What happened to me?' He continued watching her. She walked around the bedroom, still naked. Finally she walked out of the bedroom into the living room. Jim could no longer see her. He glanced at her chest of drawers, and there was a wad of money on it. He looked over at his chest of drawers, and there was the same wad of money. She finally walked back into the bedroom, eating what looked like a toaster pastry. She went to the chest of drawers, opened a drawer, removed a bra, and put it on. It was red, very frilly, and barely contained her breasts. Out of another drawer she pulled a garter belt, nylons, and a thong, that matched the bra. She put the garter belt on, sat on the bed, and pulled on the nylons. They were black seamed nylons, and she was very careful to see that the seam was straight, after she had the nylons fastened to the garter tabs. She pulled the thong on. The garter belt and thong framed her perfect round butt. Jim was getting turned on just watching her dress. She then sat at her dressing table, and put her hair up in a very sexy twist. Then applied her makeup, very little makeup, she didn't need much. Some eyeshadow. Some mascara. A little work on her eyebrows. And bright red lipstick on those pouty lips. She placed a little perfume on her wrists, behind her ears, and behind her knees. She got up, and walked into the closet. She came back carrying a skirt and blouse. The blouse was very sexy, and when she put it on, she left most of the top buttons undone. The skirt was a short leather mini, which barely covered the tops of her nylons when she stood. She walked back to the closet, and came back with a pair of very high, open toed, stiletto heels with ankle straps. She stepped into them, and bent over to fasten the straps. This gave Jim another good look at her perfect little butt. She walked over to the full length mirror, checked herself over, and smiled. Then walked over to the chest of drawers, picked up her purse, and turned off the light as she walked out of the bedroom door. Jim then heard the front door open and close. Again Jim rewound the tape, and watched the whole thing again. He thought, "Who is she? What is she doing in my apartment? What is going on? Why does she look so familiar?" After watching the tape again, he fast forwarded it, hoping to see her come home. And he wasn't disappointed. As he was watching basically nothing, he finally saw the light in the living room come on through the open bedroom door. She had left at about eight, and it was now about two-thirty in the morning. He heard two voices, hers and a man's. They were laughing, and he sounded a little drunk. After about fifteen minutes, Jim heard her excuse herself with the old line, 'I'm going to slip into something more comfortable.' With that she walked into the bedroom, turned on the light, and closed the door. She walked over to the closet, removed her skirt, blouse, thong, and bra. She massaged her breasts, it was like she didn't like wearing a bra. She stood there in her garter belt, nylons, and heels. And, to Jim, she looked gorgeous. She walked over to her chest of drawers, took out a very sexy nightgown, and slipped it over her head. It had a deep cut front and back, and showed off her breasts. She then walked over to her dressing table, took her hair down, and brushed it out a little. Added a little more perfume. And walked back into the living room, closing the door behind her. Jim couldn't hear anything that was going on. Jim waited to see what would happen. A good two hours passed. And she walked back into the bedroom. Her hair was disheveled. Her nightgown was hung over her arm. She wasn't wearing her shoes. And her lipstick was smeared. She walked over to her chest of drawers, and set a wad of money on it. Jim looked at the wad of money on his chest of drawers, and it was the same. How? She placed her nightgown carefully in the clothes' hamper. Removed her nylons and garter belt. And sat naked at her dressing table. She carefully removed her makeup, and brushed her hair until it shone. She got up and slipped on a pair of shorts, and a t-shirt. And headed back into the living room. Jim heard the TV set come on. And the tape stopped. It had run out. Jim had to know more. Who was she? How did the change in the apartment happen? Where did he go? When he saw his friends Saturday night, he lied to them. He told them that all the tape showed was him falling asleep at about six, and it ran out of tape before he woke up. What he had seen was still too strange to tell anyone about. That week he added two more of the cameras to the set up, with a motion switcher. One camera in the bathroom, and one camera in the livingroom. The motion switcher would switch cameras to where the activity was, and stop the recorder when there wasn't any activity. That Friday was the same as the last few. Jim came home, fixed a light supper, and fell asleep. When he woke up, it was again Saturday afternoon. He looked at the recorder, and it had recorded. He rewound it, and started watching. It started out just like the one from last Friday night. Him coming into the bedroom, yawning, and being very sleepy. Turning on the tape recorder. Stripping, and crawling into bed. The picture went fuzzy, and out of focus. And when it went back into focus, there was the feminine bedroom with the girl in bed. As with last week, she got up, and went into the bathroom to do her waking ritual, and take a shower. Jim was able to watch her this time. She washed, and conditioned her hair. Then washed her perfect body. She carefully dried herself. Then her hair. When she came back into the bedroom, she put on a black bra, and matching thong. No garter belt, or nylons. And went to get something to eat. This time Jim watched her walk through the living room into the kitchen. The living room was completely different from his, completely feminine. She drank some kind of breakfast drink, and again the toaster pastry. When she made it back to the bedroom she went to work on her makeup. This time the makeup was heavy, and very sexy. She left her hair down. Her dress was a very pretty, long, black, silk dress, with embroidery, a high collar, and a slit almost to her waist. She had a little bit of a problem zipping up the zipper that ran up the back of the dress. The shoes she chose were three inch platforms, with six inch heels. She walked over to the full length mirror again, looked herself over, and smiled. Jim watched, as she walked out of the bedroom, taking her purse. Then through the living room, and out the door. There was a pause in the taping. But then it picked up again just as the girl opened the front door, and walked in with two other people, a man and woman. The girl and woman were in an animated conversation about something that had happened at the club they were at. The man was very quietly. The girl walked over to a bar, and fixed three drinks. She sat on a chair, and the couple sat on the couch. They chatted about nothing in particular for about fifteen minutes. Finally the woman got up, walked over to the girl, and kissed her. The girl reached behind the woman's head, and pulled her closer. The kiss lasted a long time. When they broke the kiss, the girl stood up, turned around, and said over her shoulder, "Unzip me?" The woman slowly unzipped the dress, and the girl let it drop to the floor. She turned around, and again deeply kissed the woman. All the time unbuttoning the woman's blouse. She helped her slip it off her shoulders, and it joined the dress on the floor. She then undid the woman's skirt, and let it fall to the floor. The woman was wearing only a bra, no panties, and thigh-hi nylons. The girl quickly had the woman's bra off. And, the woman returned the favor. Both of the women were completely naked, except for the woman's thigh-hi nylons. The girl took the woman's hand, and led her to the bedroom. The man slowly followed them. The girl sat the woman down on the bed. The man sat at the dressing table. The two women spent the next hour or so making slow, sensual, lesbian love. Jim had never seen anything so sensual as the two of them. The man just sat, and watched. When they were done, the two women just held each other for a while. The girl finally got up, went over to the man, helped him to his feet, and undressed him. She kissed him on the cheek, and led him over to the bed. The woman raised her hand up to him, he took it, and she pulled him down on the bed. The girl put on a robe and left the couple alone in her bed. She went out to the living room, and watch some TV. The motion switcher switched back and forth between the two rooms depending on the amount of activity. But he ended up mostly watching the couple make love, with the woman taking charge. When they were done, the woman came out into the living room to retrieve her clothes. She walked over to the girl, bent down, and kissed her. As they were leaving, the woman handed the girl something, and said, "Same time and place next month, Kimi?" "Yes. That would be fine." "Good night love." "Good night." "What was her name?" Jim said out loud. He stopped, and rewound the tape, to listen again. Again the woman said, "Same time and place next month, Kimi?" "Kimi. So that's her name. Kimi." Jim said out loud. As the tape continued, Kimi closed the door, turned, and walked to the bedroom. She set what the woman had given her on the chest of drawers. It was a wad of money. Kimi didn't even count it. Jim looked at his chest of drawers, and there was the same wad of money. 'Was Kimi a prostitute? Or what?' Jim thought. 'She had sex with them, and they paid her. Apparently very well. And they made arraignments for the next month. A call girl?' He had to know. But how? Jim sat, and watched the rest of the tape. Kimi fixed a snack, and watched TV for a little while. She then walked into the bedroom, straightened up the room, and got ready for bed. She crawled under the covers, completely naked. Jim pondered all week on how to contact Kimi. He thought that it would be impossible. But, he had to try. He thought about it for a long time, and finally came up with a plan. He took the bowered video tape recorder, and hooked it up with his own. So that he could edit a tape. He then set up one of the cameras, sat down, and recorded a message to Kimi about what had been happening to him. He then took the last tape, the one with the couple, and edited it onto the tape he had just recorded. That Friday he set the video tape machine up again. Placed the edited tape on his chest of drawers, along with the last wad of money. And prayed that they would be there for her to find. As usual he became very sleepy. He crawled into bed, and fell asleep. When he awoke, he looked at his chest of drawers, and the tape was gone, but now there were two wads of money. Jim went to where the hidden tape machine was, and it had recorded. He pulled the tape, took it into the living room, and went to put it in his video tape recorder. It wouldn't go in. He pressed eject, and the tape he had made for Kimi ejected. He smiled a little. Then he slipped the new tape into the VCR, and pressed rewind. When the tape had rewound, he pressed play. He watched as the same scenario as the others, him going to bed, the picture becoming fuzzy, and the girl, Kimi, waking up. He was able to see the top of her chest of drawers, the tape, and wad of money was there. He watched her go through her usual waking routine. So far she hadn't notice the tape. She dressed, and still hadn't paid attention to the tape. As she was walking out the front door of the apartment, she turned, looked directly at where the camera was hidden in the living room. She smiled, and said, "I'll watch it when I get back, lover." She blew the camera a kiss, and walked out the door. 'How... how, did she know where the camera was?' Jim thought. 'And what did she mean by lover?' With the motion switcher it wasn't long before the recording picked up with Kimi walking back in the door. She looked back up at the hidden camera, and said, "I'm back lover. But I need a shower." She closed the door, walked into the bedroom, and undressed. Then she went into the bathroom, and started the shower. The cameras following her all the way. She got into the shower, and started singing to herself. After a short time she said, "You love watching me wash this body. Don't you, lover?" Jim thought, 'How does she know?' She got out of the shower, dried herself, wrapped a towel around her long black hair. She walked back into the bedroom, and slipped on a silk robe. As she walked out of the bedroom, she picked up the tape from her dresser, and slipped into the pocket of her robe. Then she headed into the kitchen to fix herself something to eat. She fixed herself a sandwich, and glass of milk. Carried them into the livingroom, and set them down on an end table. She took the tape from her pocket, walked over to the VCR, and slipped it in. Picked up the remote control, and sat in the chair next to the end table. Jim could see her face very clearly. In fact she looked at where the camera was hidden in the living room, and smiled. She took a bite of the sandwich, and sip of the milk. Picked up the remote, turned on the TV, and pressed play to start the tape. Jim watched, and listened, as she watched the tape, and listened to his explanation of what was going on with him. As he was explaining what was happening to him on Friday evenings, she smiled. And when she watched the part where he fell asleep, the room went fuzzy, and she woke up, she said out loud, "Amazing. Isn't it, lover?" When it came to the part where she was making love to the woman, she said, "Turns you on, too. Doesn't it lover?" When the tape was over, she looked directly at the camera, and said, "I guess you want to know what's going on. First of all, yes, I'm a call girl. A well paid call girl. With a very exclusive clientele. Hope you like all the money I've made us?" "Us. What do you mean us?" Jim said out loud, like he was talking to her. "I put the money on the chest of drawers, so that you can have it. But you put it in the top drawer, and leave it there. I wish you had used it." "I thought it was yours," Jim said, just like he was talking to her. She took another bite of the sandwich, and continued, "You see I'm a very sexual person. I enjoy sex of all kinds. So I figured that I could probably make some money having sex. And I was right. The word quickly got around in the upper crust crowd, that I was a ready, willing, and able sex partner. And open to almost anything. But it would cost." "How do I figure into this?" Jim said aloud. "The first tape you made," she continued, "When you only had the camera in the bedroom. The man that was here is a very high profile corporate manager, and is very submissive sexually. I could tell you what I do to him, but you'll find out. But, I'll warn you, he has real staying powers." "I'll find out?" "The couple on your second tape is interesting. Again, he is very wealthy. Old money. But he can't get it up with his wife unless she has sex with another woman while he watches. She's a great lover, and I don't mind having sex with her. In fact, it's almost better than doing it with a guy. And being a bit of an exhibitionist, I don't mind doing it front of him. I also know that it was a turn on for you watching us." "No lie there." "Tonight's little foray was a really easy one. Almost too easy. This guy has to attend a lot of dinners, and parties. And his wife doesn't like to go to all of them, so I get a call every once in a while . The fun part with him is that I get to dress him in a garter belt, nylons, and panties, under his suit before we go. Then, when we get back to his place, he puts on more women's clothes. Usually a maid's uniform. And I get to have his wife, while he waits on us." "Now I bet you are wondering where you fit into all of this?" she said as she picked up the sandwich, and took a bite. "You know it." "This will be hard for you to understand or believe. But, I'm you, or who you will be." "What!?" Jim said, just like Kimi could hear him. "I'm your other self, so to say. Remember, when you were growing up, there was a little girl living next door? A little girl, with dark hair, and almond-shaped eyes. A little girl that you loved to play with. Remember, when we were about nine, we swapped clothes, to see what each others clothes felt like? Remember, that when we were fourteen, she was killed, along with her mother, in a traffic accident? Remember, how hurt you were. You were distraught. Very distraught. You prayed very hard, for months, that it should have been you killed instead of her? I'm that girl. All grown up." "Oh, my God! Kimiko?" Jim cried out. Just like Kimiko was there, and not on the TV screen. "Yes, Jimmy, it's really me. Yes, I'm that girl that lived next door. That girl that you were in love with. Prayers sometimes take a long time to be answered. Sometimes never. But yours are being answered. In a way, we are going to exchange places, and I wanted you to know what's happening. I do love you. "As far as what you have done the past nine years, in order to not mess up too many lives, nothing is going to change. You are just going to disappear. Ever really wonder what happens to all those people that just vanish? In most cases, their prayers were answered. Some, like you, prayed to change places with a loved one that had died. Others... The people who know you will be surprised by your disappearance. The police will search for you for a little while, then you will become one of those cold cases that is never solved. "Since I've been dead for nine years, my life has been built for me. But I figure that it's what would have really happened to me if you had been killed instead of me. When you were killed, instead of me, in that traffic accident. It just devastated me. I was so in love with you, even though we were just fourteen. I went off the deep end. I started using drugs, getting into trouble, all kinds of things. My parents took extreme steps with me, and got me straightened out. I finished high school, and college. But, I never fell in love again. I actually did have a good job. But, like a lot of people, I became a victim of downsizing. "I was at a bar that I frequented, sitting there sipping a drink, and someone sat down beside me. I figured that it was one of the guys that always tried to hit on me, and that I'd have to fight him off. I turned, ready to tell some bozo to buzz off. But, instead of a guy, there sat a very pretty girl. We talked for a while, I became very comfortable talking to her, and told her all about myself. Including the loss of the love of my life. And, the loss of my job. She just sat, and listened. "We finally went, and sat at a booth. So that we wouldn't be bothered. She told me about herself, that she had been married, and her husband had left her for another woman. And that she didn't have any job skills. She had a hard time making ends meet for a long time. But had then read an article on-line about call girls, and how some made very good money serving the needs of special clients. She figured that she had nothing too loose, so she found an underground newspaper that had contact information for people looking for various sexual perversions. She read them over carefully, and choose a couple of them. She made contact with the people, felt them out, and finally chose one. It was a couple that was looking for a three some. The woman was bi curious, and the man had always wanted a three some. "She told them that she was a 'professional girl', which at that time was a lie. And, that she charged for sex, and they didn't have a problem with it. She set up a date to meet in a safe place, and things went on from there. She came away from that encounter, with $250, her first lesbian sex, and first three way. From then on she started dressing very sexy, and hanging out in the right places. She now makes a couple thousand a week tax free, and only works, so to speak, three or four days a week. "She told me, that if I was interested, she would show me the ropes. I asked her, why me? And, she said that she took a liking to me, and that she had more customers then she needed, or wanted. I looked at her, I guess, a little strangely. She said that she wasn't a pimp, and wanted nothing in return but friendship. I again just looked at her. She was pretty, and dressed in very expensive clothes. They were sexy, and very classy. And she had an air about her, that said she was in control of her destiny. "Finally she handed me a card, a business card. It had only her first name, Carolann, and a telephone number on it. She said, think about it. And, if you're interested, call the number, leave a message, and I'll get back to you. With that she got up, and left. I watched her walk out of the bar. "I sat in the booth for a while longer, just thinking of what she had said. I finally headed home. When I got there, I set the card next to the phone, and took a long shower. I went back, picked up the card, sat at the table, and thought about her proposal. As it was late, I decided to sleep on it. "The next morning, I awoke, holding the card. I looked at it, rolled over, and looked at the clock. It was ten in the morning. I picked up my cell phone, and called the number on the card. I got a recording, and I left my name and number. "It was about three in the afternoon, when my cell phone rang. It was Carolann returning my call. She apologized for taking so long to get back to me, but she had just gotten up. We arranged to meet for dinner at about seven. "I dressed as best as I could, with the clothes that I had, and met her at the restaurant. She, again, was dressed in a sexy, but classy way. And, greeted me like a long lost sister, with a hug, and kiss on the cheek. We enjoyed a nice dinner on her, and just chatted. Afterwards she invited me back to her apartment for a drink. "Her apartment was a very nice one, in an upscale neighborhood. It was decorated in a very feminine way. We sat in the living room, sipping wine, and talking about her business. She was very persuasive. And, it wasn't long before I was agreeing to try it. She moved next to me on the couch, and before long I was having my first lesson in lesbian sex. The next morning, we showered together, and she decided that I needed some new clothes. She was willing to share hers with me, but she was four inches taller than I am, and had 36D breasts to my 34C. So her clothes wouldn't fit me very well. So, we went shopping. Almost, a thousand dollars of Carolann's money later, I had the beginnings of a very nice, and sexy wardrobe. "That night she introduced me to her one of her clients. We met them, a husband and wife, at a local club. After a round of drinks, and some small talk, we went to their apartment. The man was well hung, had tremendous staying powers, and his wife was unable to satisfy him. So, they used Carolann, and others in their sex play. That night he had sex with each of us at least three time, and I had my first taste of sperm. Not to mention his juices mixed with those of his wife and Carolann. "Carolann and I left their place in the wee hours of the morning, and went back to her place. Right after we walked in the door, she handed me some money. I counted it, and it was three hundred dollars. I told her that I owed her for the clothes that she had bought. And, she said that she had taken two hundred out of my share toward the clothes. I just looked at her. And, she said, yes, that tonight the couple had paid a thousand dollars for our services. I couldn't believe it, a thousand dollars for a few hours of sex. Again, we showered together. And, I spent the night with her. "Over the next few weeks, I more than paid Carloann back for the clothes. And we shopped for much more. She also introduced me to more of her clients. Couples, and singles. Men and women. And I learned more and more about the human sexual animal. I also learned how much of a sexual person I was. She helped me build a clientele of my own. You've met a couple of them. The high profile corporate manager that is very submissive. The couple, where he has to watch her have lesbian sex before he can get it up. The guy that I go to the dinners, and parties with. Then have sex with his wife. "I have a number of others. Regulars. That like what I do with them, and to them. Some end up with no sex at all. They just like me being a good looking, sexy, woman that accompanies them some place or other. "That's the life that has been built for me. Thank you for praying so hard for me. It took a while to be answered, but now it is. I know that I'm going to love it. I've loved these Friday nights that you have given me. And, I'm very glad that you set up the video recorder, so that I could tell you what was going to happen. I just wish that we could be together, but that can't be. At least in this life. Jimmy, I love you." Jim started to say, "But, I don't want to..." But he was cut short when the room started going fuzzy. When things returned to normal, so to say, Kimi was sitting where Jim had been, and the room was hers. She looked up at the television, from her leather appointment book. The late news was on, and the story was about someone that was missing. The screen showed the picture of a very hansom, blond, man, and the announcer was saying, "James Southington, a well known Wall Street stock broker, has been reported missing. The police have been searching in vane for him, and need your help. If you know anything about the whereabouts of this man, please call the police department at the number shown on the screen." Kimi thought, 'He looks very familiar. I hope they find him.' She turned off the television, walked into the bedroom, and turned down the bed. Undressed, and crawled naked under the covers. And feel asleep thinking about the all girls party on Saturday night.