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Kindred Spirits
Floating
I felt my eyes opening, and immediately felt like I was falling. But I
wasn't falling. I was floating, up in the air, next to the ceiling. The
strangest part of this was that I was looking down at my body. This is
it I thought! My first out of body experience! My instructor's words
came back to me, and I moved down a bit, then around, and floated back
and forth as I got used to maneuvering. I heard the end of class chime,
and slowly glided back down to my body, laid down in myself, and felt
my spirit snap back into place.
My class on Out of Body Experiences was over, and I went outside,
looking for my ride, pulling my coat against the cool wind off of Lake
Michigan. My wife's sedan pulled out from behind a truck and zipped to
the curb. I flashed Susan a warm loving smile as I popped into the
passenger seat. A quick kiss, a squeeze of her hand, and she nosed the
car back into traffic and headed home.
As she drove, I didn't mention my floating a few minutes ago, but
stated that the class went quite well and then sat back and listened to
her as she excitedly spoke of her art class down at the city college.
Thoughts of burnt umbers and lighting shadows faded as I watched her
face, her soft lips shiny with a fresh coat of her lip gloss, her
earrings dangling down and occasionally bumping against her neck. A
perky 32 years young, she looked even better now than when I married
her 7 years ago. Always so nice, soft, feminine and alluring, she loved
the attention she received from people around her. She called it her
"put together look", as opposed to my "up and coming tech geek look"
and more than once I envied her style and how she carried herself.
The Parking Fairy was good to us and left us a space directly in front
of our apartment on Chicago's trendy near-north side. I held the front
door open for her and watched as always as she glided up the stairs
ahead of me, my minds coming up with all sorts of "evil" thoughts about
how this evening should culminate.
She disappeared into the bedroom to change into a set of sweats while I
got some pasta going. She came back, wrapped her arms around me, and I
reciprocated, holding her in my arms, starting with a smile and then a
long slow deep kiss to convey my intentions this evening. Over dinner
we discussed the coming weekend. Tomorrow I had bills to pay, a
basketball game with my "buds" at the park around the corner, and then
some cherished free time. She had her weekly yoga class in the morning,
then planning on meeting her best friend Suzy for errands (which
sounded expensive when she explained it), then off to Marshall Fields
downtown to pick up her new dress, and finally back here to change for
dinner tomorrow. And that, I thought, should be really wonderful.
Susan's folks were taking us out for diner and dancing at the very
upscale Palmer House to celebrate my arrival at 34 years of age.
After dinner, we talked while we washed the dishes, and I spoke more of
my Out of Body Experiences class, and how I had made my first out of
body transition. She kept looking at me in disbelief, smiling, then
frowning, then grinning as I explained what I felt. She kept asking me
how I did it, and I finally explained how they had a tape of weird
music that helped induce the experience most of the time. Well, she
didn't believe me, and kept teasing me about it. I finally agreed to
show her my practice book and tape, and we went into the bedroom and
dug the materials out of my backpack. I explained that a para-
psychologist developed this music several years ago on the East Coast,
and it was considered very conducive to triggering an experience. I lay
down on the bed, with her laying on my right next to me so she could
watch me. I started the tape and began to concentrate as I had been
taught.
The next thing I knew, I was looking down at my body again, with Susan
lying next to me. But neither one of our bodies looked alive. Then I
heard laughing, or rather felt laughing, and looked sideways at Susan's
spirit, now floating next to me and giggling uncontrollably. She said
that she started floating as soon as the music came on, and then had
watched me as I slowly rose out of my body. She giggled some more, and
I showed her how to maneuver around and "fly".
We danced and flew around the apartment for almost 30 minutes, till I
starting to get tired, and "thought" to her that we should head back.
She agreed, but then looked at me with an impish grim, and "thought" to
me that she wanted my body. She glided down towards my still spiritless
body, moving her arms like she was about to hug me and kiss me, and
then quickly disappeared. I suddenly heard a loud snap, felt like
someone knocked the wind out of me and I blacked out.
I slowly woke up, with that "something's really wrong type off" queasy
feeling, and slowly opened my eyes. The room was now dark, and I had no
idea of what time it was. My body didn't seem to want to respond to my
thoughts. I was finally able to slowly turn my head to the right, where
Susan should be, but realized I was on the edge of the bed. Puzzled, I
turned my head back to the left, and saw Susan lying there in the dark.
At least I thought it was Susan. I looked closer, and realized that she
was too tall for Susan, and didn't have her long blond hair. It looked
more like my hair cut, and I couldn't figure out who would be there. I
forced myself to turn, and started to get up on my elbow. I looked up
at the person breathing next to me, and saw myself lying there.
I stared at myself in disbelief, and then jerked away. My head hit the
pillow, and long strands of blond hair covered my face. I started to
move my hand to push away the hair, and saw long, painted nails on my
fingers. It suddenly came to me, I was in Susan's body, and that
hopefully she was in mine. A whirlwind of emotions surged over me, and
I tried to get up again. My arms seemed to short and too light, my
chest seemed quite heavy, and I swung long, thin legs over the side of
the bed. I stood up, had to work hard at balancing this new body that I
was not used to, and started around the bed. I bumped my hips into the
corner of the bed, and realized that there were now hips where I wasn't
used to having hips. I went up to me, or should I say Susan, and
touched my/her face to see if she was okay. I heard my own voice groan,
and she slowly moved my head and opened her eyes.
They only stayed open for a second, then quickly closed as my/her head
shook. She opened her eyes again, and saw me, or rather her body, and
my/her face developed an extremely quizzical smile.
"Susan," I said, "are you okay?" The soft, feminine voice faded as the
words struck both of us.
"What is happening?" I heard my deep voice say.
I held her and explained that it looks like our two spirits were now in
each other bodies and she slowly opened her eyes again and tried to
move.
She tried to put her hand on my face, and realized that her new arm was
much longer now, and had to adjust. Trying to stand up was also
difficult, as she was much taller, with the weight balanced much
differently. We made our way to the kitchen, and it really hit me that
everything was much taller now, at least from my shorter perspective. I
collected a bottle of wine from the fridge, had to stand on my tip toes
to reach the wine glasses, and sat down at the table to figure out just
what to do.
My first thought was that we should try to quickly switch back, and set
things straight. But Susan reminded me of my instructor's caution about
only trying to go out of body when you are fully rested.
"Besides," I heard my male voice say, "It might be interesting to stay
this way for the weekend, so you could experience what it's like to
really be a woman, and I can try looking at the world through a man's
eyes."
Since I couldn't force a switch back what could I say? I agreed with
her and considered the wine and the thought. After the next glass we
agreed that to help keep things straight, I would have to think of
myself as Susan, and she would have to think of herself as Mike. She
smiled at that, got up, came over, and gave me a peck on the check. I
heard her whisper how sexy I looked with my hair mussed up and my
blouse partially unbuttoned. She flashed me my own big smile, and
headed off down the hall while I felt myself blushing. The blush
stopped quickly as I heard her swear, and I headed down the hall to see
what was wrong.
Susan was standing in front of the toilet trying to figure out how to
urinate. She had missed once, and stood there, her new man-hood in
hand, contemplating just what hand/muscle/aiming coordination was
needed to get this right. I came up behind her, giggled, wrapped my
small hand around hers, and told her just what to do. It worked this
time, and I held her up as she took a small piece of tissue to wipe the
end off. I didn't let go though, and started to feel her getting hard
and coming to attention. Mike looked me in the eyes, developed a large
content smile, and bent over to kiss me. I backed off demurely, kissed
him on the cheek, and told him that would have to wait for a while till
I got a little more familiar with my new body.
Perceptions
I wandered back into the kitchen and starting to feel a warmth building
up deep inside of me, something I had never felt before. My body was
lighter, I couldn't reach as far with my shorter arms, and my chest got
in the way occasionally when I moved. I turned out the lights, noticed
Mike was in the bedroom, and went into the bathroom and closed the
door.
First order of business was urinating. This shouldn't be that hard, I
thought, but I had to pull everything down and sit down. Aiming wasn't
a big deal, and it worked. I heard Mike call through the door telling
me that I must make sure to carefully clean myself and wash my hands,
that it's really easy to get an infection. That done, I got up and
looked at myself in the mirror. I was looking at Susan, only there
wasn't me standing next to her. Mike was right, my hair was disheveled,
and my blouse was unbuttoned, so you could see the edges of my bra.
Maybe that's what started turning him on, I thought, and unconsciously
rearranged the blouse so it was straight, but slightly more reveling. I
brushed my air, and let my hand fall to my breast. It felt warm to the
touch, nothing new there, but did feel very good when I squeezed it and
pinched the nipple.
So this is what if really feels like, I thought, and compared it to how
I loved to have my male self held by her as much as possible. I noticed
a smile crossing my lips as I caressed both of my breasts, and decided
that it would feel better when Mike did it. I felt hesitancy though.
When I was a male, I let my hormones do their thing, and stayed pretty
much in an "advance until halted or objective achieved" mode. This
seemed to be really different. I have my wife, in my body in there
waiting for me, with all those hormones raging, and who I'm sure now
wants my body very badly. Should I go in there like this? Should I go
in nude? Probably not, and the thought of him undressing me got me even
warmer inside. How about alluring? What could I do? I looked around,
and Susan was her usual efficient self, no clothes or anything I could
change into. Just make-up, brushes, and me. I brushed my hair once
more, bringing the bangs over one eye like I had seen her do, turned
out the light, and slowly moved into the bedroom.
Susan, in my body, was lying on the bed with the sheets pulled back,
naked as a jaybird, grinning ear to ear.
"I like this," she said. "I don't feel I have to always cover myself
up, and this thing is definitely fun to play with."
Her cock, hard and stiff, nodded in agreement. I felt way out of my
league, having never been on this side of a seduction, but also felt
that warm glow heat up even more deep inside. I moved next to her, bent
over, and started kissing her on the lips. Her large tongue pushed deep
into my mouth, a pair of strong arms pulled me down on top of her, and
that warm glow kicked into overtime.
Making love that night was exquisite. It took a while to get me out of
my clothes, the snaps, buttons, hooks and such all required a different
approach. Susan was slow and gentle, and I remember crying out her name
as I achieved the first of several heavenly orgasms.
We woke up with our arms still around each other. I started thinking
how much I loved this man, then that I am the man, then where am I, and
finally recalled the events of last night. I got out of bed, and looked
down at my breasts and smooth body, and grabbed Susan's flowered robe.
Well, now my flowered robe. I went into the bathroom, sat down again,
then got up and brushed my hair back. This is already more work that
I'm used to. Susan, in my body, came in, wrapped his strong arms around
my waist, told me just how much he loved me, kissed my neck, and asked
me how I felt about this.
"On one hand," I said, "I wasn't so sure, but I felt that the loving
was fantastic, and I love having your arms around me!"
Mike just smiled, and puttered out to the kitchen to get the coffee
going.
My feet were cold, so I went into the bedroom and found her new mule
slippers, with the feathers around the toes. Susan had just bought
them, and I thought that they made her, now my, legs look better. I
wandered out into the kitchen to see Mike watching me with a big smile
as I made my entrance. I sat down, and he set coffee and toast down for
me.
I brushed the hair away from my eyes and then realized that this was an
"automatic response". I started wondering what other things would be
automatic, then started thinking about the day ahead, and realized that
this was not going to work!
"I really think that we need to change back. You have a lot of stuff to
do today and then we have dinner and dancing tonight!"
Mike smiled at me, got up, came over, and softly kissed me on the lips.
"I think that everything will work out just fine for us today, but we
do need to get you going."
He lifted me up into his arms and carried me back into the bedroom, and
sat me on the edge of the bed. I felt my breath go away as he lifted up
my robe and started caressing my breasts, and then his manhood grow and
he entered me again, deeply filling me emotionally as well as
physically. Later he moved me so that I was next to him with my head on
his shoulder, just like I had done for years. I felt really content,
held him, and felt him run his fingers through my long hair.
"Why don't we put your hair up in a bun today. That will keep it easy
for the yoga class and shopping with Suzie."
"I don't know. I can probably handle the yoga, and I don't recall you
saying you had any close friends there. But Suzie is a whole other
issue!"
"I think that my body will guide you through the more automatic skills,
such as walking properly and brushing the hair out of your eyes, which
I saw you do earlier. I think that we just need to go over some quick
make-up techniques and how to interact like the woman you are in."
I wasn't sure if I should groan or be pleased.
"Tell you what, why don't I skip basketball and take you to yoga and
shopping. Then at least I could help you out as needed."
I thought about it, finally agreed, and headed off to shower and get
the day started.
To be continued if there is enough interest.
Kindred Spirits, by Linda Stevens
? 2000 by Linda Stevens & Friends, All Rights Reserved.
The author requests that this story be kept whole and complete, with
proper credit and this notice included.
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