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This story will be new to most of you. I envy those reading it for the first time. Raven is sadly missed. He's one of the great writers in Fictionmania and TG fiction. His 'Thirteen' in my opinion is arguably one of he best five stories on FM. This first part of this tale has been published at various times and lengths on different sites. A few years ago Raven did a contest on the TG list for stories that complete some of his unfinished stories. I did one, which he was kind enough to praise on INSTANT FAME. It is Part 2 in this story. He also liked it that I brought in a sub plot another story of his MEN IN BLACK. I asked if we could put the parts of Instant Fame together and Raven was agreeable. We had already collaborated on IN YOUR DREAMS, COSMIC JOKE and TO CHEAT FATE (this with estimable CJ). The story was written in the time frame before Pamela's and Tommy Lee's divorce. (Note this is a work of fan fiction we're just borrowing the X-files characters. Our interpretation of actual people is our own and not made to reflect realty.) INSTANT FAME By Raven and Eric 'Beware your wishes for the Gods have a cruel humor and for their amusement they sometime will grant them.' -Babylonian Proverb circa 2000 BC Chapter 1 I put aside my law books with a sigh. I couldn't study anymore today. My roommate Dave laughed. He was going for his PhD in music. Anything to keep from working in his dad's pluming supply business, I thought. My own folks had died 6 years ago. "Let's do something on our Saturday night instead of staring at the boob tube, Dave!" He grunted. "Okay, by me. What about that new club - Caf? Royal? I hear is really loaded with babes." "We can try! I wouldn't mind meeting someone gorgeous." "The hell with the meeting someone; I just want to get fucked." I shook my head as his crudity, but that was Dave. He always had a mouth and it had cost him more than one relationship. I had just broken up with my last girlfriend. She wanted to get married and have kids and I still had a year and half of law school and I couldn't afford it. We drove Dave's slightly battered Honda Civic to the Club. Shit look at the line! We stood outside for an hour only to finally get turned away. They were only letting in celebs and 'the beautiful people'. We're not beautiful - maybe better than average - but not beautiful! Dave was medium height and dark and muscular and I was tall and slim with blond hair. No one would mistake us for Mel Gibson or Brad Pitt. "I sure wish we were celebrities." I said bitterly walking back to our car. "Fuck me, too! Let's go to Planet Hollywood we should be able to get in there and who knows we might at least see a real celebrity there! " We decided to go down to the "Planet Hollywood" in Coconut Grove for the evening. It was a long drive from school, but we hadn't been there since it opened about two years ago. Besides, it was a Saturday night and "the Grove" was a happening place anyway. There was even the outside shot of seeing a celebrity, we both told each other again, but without any real hope. Parking was a mess, just as it always was at the Grove and I was glad that Dave drove rather than me. To make matters even worse, the line into "Planet Hollywood" was also very long. It wasn't our lucky night. However, as we quickly learned, after getting inside, it was well worth the wait. We were seated at table right next to Pamela Anderson Lee and her husband, Tommy Lee, the drummer from "Motley Crew." We looked at each other. "Our luck has changed!" I whisper to Dave and his eyes gleamed from looking at Pam's beautiful, famous breasts. "Maybe some of their celerity will rub off!" He whispered back. Pamela Anderson was even more beautiful in real life. It was extremely hard keeping my eyes off of her. Tommy Lee had quite the reputation as a "bad boy" with several run-ins with the law. I'm sure that he was used to people staring at his wife, but I didn't want to cause a confrontation, or start a scene. Therefore, I had to steal little glances whenever I could. Let me tell you that pictures do not do Pamela justice. She is just staggering in her beauty! Her surgically enhanced boobs were nothing short of spectacular. I got a raging hard-on just by looking at her. At the end of out meal, Tommy Lee, looked over at us and said, "Hey. Do you guys want to go and party with us?" Dave and I both looked at the two celebrities with a blank look upon our faces. You could have knocked either of us over with a feather. Dave was the first to speak, asking in utter disbelief, looking around, "Uh... do you mean US??" Pamela chimed in that sexy, soft voice of hers, that all of America grew to love by watching "Baywatch." "Of course silly. Who else would we be talking to?" I finally got the courage to speak. "It's just that you guys are, you know, famous. We're just nobodies. We don't even know you!" Tommy said, "We saw you watching us. We just thought you guys would like the chance to really get to know us. So... do you wanna? Get to know us that is?" Dave and I responded, "Yes!" at the same time, without even thinking. We were going to go party with Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee! We all paid our bills and left "Planet Hollywood" together. Everybody else was wondering who the hell we were to be in the company of such Stars and they had a look of envy in their eyes. Dave and I were just loving it! At last we were well - kinda of celebs by proxy. Which, I realized that was as close as we were ever likely to get! When we got outside on the street, Tommy motioned to the valet parking attendant. The guy sprang to attention. He would hardly have moved for us! Tommy asked, "I hope you don't mind if we take our limo. Pam and I really hate going into clubs, especially nowadays after that tape of us having sex came out." "Of course not," we assured them. At this point we would do whatever made them the most comfortable - even jump off a dock! Dave got the bright idea of asking about the videotape even further. "I heard about that tape on the Howard Stern' radio show. Tommy, he and Robin said that you have the biggest... uh, um, well, you know what I mean." Tommy said, "Yeah, well I hate that tape. It's gotten so hard for us to go out now. People are hounding us wherever we go." "That really sucks..." I commented, dry. Some people have all the luck. Sometimes I think people looking at poor students just want to spit. I had managed to seat myself right next to Pamela. She was so close that I could feel her body heat. The smell of the perfume was intoxicating. I was getting aroused big time. Dave sat closer to Tommy, ready to be a groupie! "Yeah it does," replied Pamela, "...but will be free of it very soon." She smiled a very charming smile at me, looking directly into my eyes with her beautiful hypnotic ones. "What do you mean by that?" I began to ask. Tommy cut me off by saying, "...anyone want a drink?" That simple question kicked off a round of vicious partying and drinking. Tommy was playing bartender, while I spent my time inching closer and closer to Pamela. In a short time we were well on our way to being plastered. I began to notice that Pamela and Tommy were looking at each other kind of funny, as if they were somehow communicating silently. Tommy Lee, pulled out a vial from behind one of the bottles of alcohol. Dave was interested in what it was, asking. "Hey... what is that stuff?" Pamela answered Dave by saying, "It's cobra venom, actually. Have you ever tried it? It's the bessst high!" "You have got to be joking..." I said. Tommy laughed, "Actually, she's not. We learned this in India. Just a little bit is not harmful and it gives you this incredible rush. You should try it, you'll like it." "Sorry. Not me..." I responded, looking at Dave. Dave shook his head negatively, communicating that he didn't want to try the venom either. That did not deter Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson. They took an eyedropper and placed a few drops of the deadly venom in their drinks. This was the wildest thing I'd ever seen! Now I've seen people do some crazy things and ingest even crazier things in pursuit of a high, but I've never seen anyone take was is known to be a deadly poison. I've heard of people licking frogs or toads, or something, to get high. I thought that was psychotic. These people were nuts!! I was afraid something tragic was going to happen and could only pray that these people knew what they were doing. After they finished their drinks, I noticed Pamela moving closer to me and Tommy moving closer to Dave. I felt Pamela's manicured hand on my thigh. She moved her hand up my thigh taking my hand into hers. As soon as my skin made contact with hers, I got the strangest feeling. It felt as if I was being yanked out of my own body. Everything was hazy and blurry for a moment. A few seconds passed and my vision cleared. When it did, I got the greatest shock of my life. I was staring back into my own face. How could that be? I tried to look down at myself, but I could barely move. The person who looked like me, laid me down on the seat of the limo. "Wha..." I tried to say. Even my ability to speak was affected. However, I could hear just fine. My voice sounded higher, almost like Pamela's had. I didn't know what was happening, because it was getting hard to concentrate. The world was slipping away. The other "me" said, in my voice, "Don't worry, it'll soon be over. Very soon you will be dead from the cobra venom. Not such a bad way to go really. It's almost like going to sleep. The paralysis really is an added bonus and prevents you from saving yourselves. Of course the bonus is for us, I hardly think you will appreciate it." Then the other me smiled a superior smile. "Who..." was the last word that I was able to get out before my vocal cords froze up. Still Pamela's voice was ringing in my ears, as I spoke. "Names are unimportant. We've had so many, you know," He laughed my laugh. "You can call my companion and me over there 'jumpers. We were both born with the ability of jumping from body to body. When we do, the person in our new body is transferred, or 'jumped' into our old body. We just thought that it would be fun to be these highly sexual, famous people for a while. That damned videotape attracted too much attention to us, so we have to go underground for a while. No one will miss you two nobodies. Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee will be found here in their limo after drinking cobra venom. It will just look like an accidental celebrity OD, or suicide. Either way, you'll be gone soon. You'd be surprised to know who else we have been and took the same way out. Nothing personal." I couldn't even speak. This... thing, this... mutant, had stolen my body. That meant that I was now within the body of Pamela Anderson and Dave was within the body of Tommy Lee. Almost as if to confirm my conclusion, my old body bent over to kiss me on the cheek and say almost sorrowfully, "Good bye, Pamela. I am sorry. We have to keep our existence a secret, you understand." "Don't feel sorry for them, it's your besetting fault. People and the world are just meant for our amusement! These two aren't important!" Said 'Dave', bored. "Two more sub creatures dead, so what!!" The new "me" left the limo with the new "Dave," disappearing into the night, leaving me and the real Dave here, dead and dying in the bodies of Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee. I couldn't move. Soon my lungs and heart would freeze and I would die. Even now, I was short of breath. Things were staring to grow dark as I lost consciousness. I was going to die as Pamela Anderson! Instead of fifteen minutes I had maybe one of fame. At least I would have a celebrity funeral but that was not much of a consolation! Chapter 2 I don't know how long that I was out. However, when I woke up, I was surprised to be alive. Instantly I knew that I was in a hospital room. I struggled to remember what happened to us. How had I gotten here? When I tried to sit up, I felt the weight of something on my chest. I looked down, seeing a big bulge, sticking out like a shelf from my chest. That bulge jiggled and shifted as I moved. It all came rushing back to me in a moment. "Planet Hollywood", Pamela and Tommy and the jumpers. I suddenly remembered that I was now trapped in the body of Pamela Anderson. Somehow, inexplicably, I had survived the cobra venom. I needed to find out what happened to Dave. A nurse entered the room noticing that I was awake. "Oh! I see you've regained consciousness Miss Anderson. You've been out for quite some time! You're lucky some fans were following your car and found you when they did, or else you would be dead." I opened my mouth to speak, sure, but unsure of what I was going to hear. "What happened to Da... I mean my husband?" I would have to remember who I now appeared to be and to choose my words more carefully. If I said I wasn't Pamela they would think me crazy and brain damaged that was for sure! The smiling nurse answered my question. "He's okay. Your husband is going to be just fine, like you. He's over on the other side, in the men's wing." "Can-can I see him?" "That's up to your doctor. He should be here shortly. In the meantime, do you have to go to the bathroom or anything? Is there anything that I can help you with?" Actually, judging by the constant pressure in my bladder, I did have to go to the bathroom... rather badly! It was unlike any feeling I'd ever had before. When I had to go before the sensation was almost external, centered on my penis. Now it was more internal and a little more insistent. I was consciously aware of the absence of anything between my legs. It felt so weird. At the same time that I was consciously aware of the feeling of nothingness between my legs, I was very aware of the feeling of big boobs on my chest. They literally swayed and bounced as I moved. The feeling was insane and I thought that it would drive me mad! As a guy, I hated it when I didn't have underwear on and my cock would flop around freely. This was 100 times worse. Now I knew why women needed to wear bras and, barring some miracle, why I would have to start wearing bras! And very large bras at that! "Yeah nurse. I do have to go to the bathroom. Could you help me?" I was unsure of my center of gravity, having never moved around in this body before. It was better to be safe than sorry. "Please, call me Mary," she instructed. "I've seen you in Baywatch you know. My boyfriend loves you. If you don't mind me saying, you are much prettier in real life!" I didn't know what to say. This nurse was talking to me as if I was Pamela Anderson. I would have to play along, at least for the time being. Otherwise, if I told them who I really was and what actually happened, I could find myself in restraints in a psycho ward. I couldn't let that happen. The "jumpers" had tried to kill Dave and me in these bodies. News that Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee had survived would surely get out soon, if it hadn't already. That meant that Dave and I were the only living people with knowledge of their existence. They would have to try to silence us, to kill us, again. It was imperative that we not get trapped in an open place like this for very long. The 'jumpers' had no problem, whatsoever, with the concept of killing. I suspected that human beings were just like toys to naughty boys to them. I wonder what sex the mutant who had stole Pam's body was? Who had he or she been Originally, did they even remember? I had to stop thinking these crazy thoughts as they made my head spin. I had to concentrate on the problem at hand. I answered the nurse as best I could, "Why thank you Mary. You are very kind." God was my new voice sexy! I smiled at her and she seemed dazzled. Why, not, I am a major celebrity now! How I had wished to be famous just a short time ago in another time and another place. The nurse recovered her composure. As Mary helped me to my feet, she asked, "Would you mind signing an autograph for my boyfriend? He would be thrilled, Miss Anderson." "Please... call me Pamela, Mary. No, I don't mind at all." I wondered if I would write like her, or whether I would write like my real self. Once on my feet, I noticed that Mary, who I judged to be about 5'8", was several inches taller than me. I remembered that Pamela Anderson, from her bios, was about 5'3" or 5'4". I needed some time to myself to adjust to the height, weight and balance of this body before anyone really saw me. I didn't need anyone to think something was not as it should be. That would mean, at least until Dave and I figured a way out of this, I would have to learn how to act, move and even think as a beautiful, very well endowed, sexy, woman. Mary, finally, let me alone in the bathroom. Her constant doting was unnerving, to say the least. I imagined that I would have to get used to, for the time being, people falling all over themselves to please me, because of whom I now appeared to be... Pamela Anderson Lee! I was through no effort of my own instantly famous! Once in the bathroom, with the door locked, I spun around to confront my reflection in the mirror. Even though I already knew what I would see, the reflection of Pamela Anderson moving as I moved was startling. I was her to the last detail, the tousled long blonde hair, the plump kissable lips, the upturned, cute nose and most of, all the extremely large, surgically enhanced boobs. They stuck out like a shelf from my chest! The hospital gown, although it hung loosely on me, did nothing to hide her tits. I was tempted to touch them and inspect myself further, but the pressure in my bladder demanded that I attend to another matter first! Walking to the toilet, I lifted the lid, as I normally would, prior to urinating. I lifted the bottom hem of the gown, to expose my genitals, with one hand, while I pulled down the front of my underwear with the other. I reached for my penis, in order to relieve myself, but found only a flatness. I actually giggled to myself that I was so stupid. Of course, Pamela Anderson couldn't go to the bathroom standing up. I would have to sit down, like all women do, in order to urinate. I pulled my underwear, or more accurately, my panties, down the rest of the way to my ankles. As I did, I noted how smooth and soft her legs, now my legs, were. I pulled down the seat of the toilet, plopping myself down upon it. No sooner had I reached this position, than I felt something release inside of me, followed by a flow of liquid from my crotch area. It felt so... strange, like I was actually leaking! I had a good idea that it was probably a woman who invented that term. The sense of relief was indescribable. As a guy, I've been in those dire circumstances where you had to go really, really bad. The release from that urgency, at times, almost rivaled sex. This was much better. I actually felt lighter, even happier. I grabbed a wad of toilet paper to dry the moisture that remained down there. It occurred to me that I would have to actually touch my new sex for the first time. I watched as those small, fine hands, with the expensive, sculpted, fingernails, reached between hairless thighs. I could only bring myself to wiping myself. I couldn't do any more with Mary lurking outside the door. I hadn't lost sight of the fact that I was actually looking at Pamela Anderson's vagina. The only problem was that I was wearing it! I'm happy to report that her genitals do live up to billing. Neatly trimmed, blonde pubic hair leading to perfectly formed vaginal lips. At this point, I could only imagine what was just beyond those lips. My new hands did linger for several long seconds on my.. ur... her legs. I couldn't believe how soft and shapely they really were. What was distressing was the lack of muscularity. There was only the layer of flawless fat that makes up all women's legs. The lack of muscularity prompted me to look at my arms. Since the gown was short sleeved there was no problem. They too were absolutely devoid of muscles and were very slender. I suddenly felt very weak... powerless. I wondered how women could survive in such soft, weak bodies. Well, I was about to find out. "Are you all right in there, Pamela," Mary called through the door? "There's somebody here to see you..." "I'll be right out," I called back. It was still so eerie hearing Pamela's sweet voice in my ears! The softness, the diction, even the slight accent, were the same. I wasn't talking like I would normally be talking. It occurred to me that this body's natural reflexes, its natural reactions were kicking in. Which I guess was good? I pulled my panties back up and stood up. It was weird being so short! However, before exiting, I couldn't resist looking at myself in the mirror again. I couldn't resist touching her boobs, at least once before this was all over. I took the large breasts, one in each hand and lifted them, feeling their weight in my hand. It occurred to me that after the initial shocking sensation of the weight on my chest, I hadn't found it unusual or odd as I moved around. Even their "jiggling" and swaying as I moved around in the bathroom hadn't bothered me. Even my hands fondling those breasts felt maddeningly great. I felt the nipples start to harden and swell in response to my thoughts and massaging. Instantly this wasn't perverse fun anymore. I was losing myself to this body. I was becoming her. I let go of those boobs like they were a thing possessed! I needed to find some way out of this situation before it was too late! I washed my slim, lovely hands. I left the bathroom, reentering the hospital room. Mary was now joined by a perfectly groomed, attractive, redheaded woman, dressed in a business suit. She was perhaps an inch or two shorter than I was now. The stranger stuck out her hand to greet me. "Miss Anderson? My name is Dana Scully. I'm with the FBI and I'd like to ask you a few questions about what happened to you?" She glared at the nurse, stating, "If we could be alone for a few moments..." Mary was acting very protective of me. However, I looked at her, reassuring her, "It's okay Mary. I'll be fine. If I need you for anything, I'll ring for you." "Are you sure Pamela? It's not a problem for me to stay. Would you like your lawyer?" "No. It will be okay." Mary reluctantly turned and left. As she opened the door to the hallway, I could see that there was a police guard outside. I wondered what, exactly, was going on? Agent Scully motioned for me to sit down, which I did. She sat down in the seat opposite me. "I'm really sorry to bother a star of your stature, Ms. Anderson, but it's really necessary. Do you mind if I call you Pamela? There's really no reason for us to be formal here." "Sure. I guess so, Ms Scully," I didn't have much of a choice, at the present time. It was weird having someone address a nobody like me as a major star! "Please call me Dana." "Okay... Dana." She seemed like a pleasant enough, intelligent woman, although a little stiff and businesslike. She was trying hard to put me at ease. It didn't hurt that she thought that she was with a celebrity that she had to treat with "kid gloves." "I must admit that my partner, Fox Mulder, really wanted to question you. He says he's A BIG fan of yours. I thought it would be best that I talk to you because he might be... uh... a little distracted!" She was being polite. If I stayed in this body, for any length of time, I would have to get used to these kind of reaction from men. I could hardly blame them. I was compelled to get close to this body when I thought it was her back in the limo. "Thanks..." was all I could say, that sexy voice that I now owned trailing off. "Anyway, Mulder and I are investigating a series of murders across the country. Each one involves some type of rare venom. Most of the time it is cobra venom. Your 'accident' looks like it fits the pattern. I'd like to ask you a few questions about the person or people who did this to you. We suspect that it's more than one, because we always find the bodies in pairs. Do you remember anyone who may have done this to you?" She had me trapped. I didn't know how I could possibly answer the question without sounding absolutely nuts. What was I going to tell her... I'm really a guy trapped in a famous sex symbol's body. They would lock me up in a mental institution, or worse. The only thing that I could do was avoid the question. "Uh... I don't know. Not really..." "Come on now Pamela. Both you and your husband were found in the back of your limo. You obviously knew the assailants, or at least had them in your car. I'm trying to help you here. These people tried to kill you. Why protect them?" "You wouldn't believe me if I told you..." I said. "Oh I don't know. Why don't you try me? My partner and I have seen some pretty strange things. I've learned to suspend my judgment till I have all of the facts." I was curious. "I don't understand. What do you mean?" "My partner and I are assigned to investigate X-files, or unexplained phenomenon. You would call it UFO's, ghosts, that sort of thing. We've actually encountered a few genetic mutants along the way. Therefore, there's not much you could tell me that would surprise me. We just got assigned to this case because my partner used to be with the violent crimes division." This sounded interesting. Maybe she would be able to help me after all. I replied slowly, "This may be one of your X-files..." Just then there was a knock on the door. We both turned toward the door to see whom it was. A very attractive dark-haired man, with sleepy doe eyes, entered the room. Dana recognized him immediately. She said to him, "Mulder...what's going on? I thought we agreed I would talk to Miss Anderson and you her husband?" She had a flash of fire in her eyes. This woman wouldn't take shit off anyone I felt instantly. She was a pint sized, female John Wayne. He motioned to her. "Scully, can I talk to you for a second?" Dana got up, going over to the man. He was much taller than she was. All the while, Mulder looked me up and down, ogling my curves and face. As they whispered among themselves, I wondered how the real Pamela put up with men like Mulder ogling her? It made me a little uncomfortable. They parted and both looked at me strangely. Mulder stated, "Let me make this easy. You are not in the right body are you?" It was like a huge weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. It was too bad that the huge weight was not lifted off of my chest!! "Ho--how did you know?" I stuttered. The sound of Pamela's voice stuttering only made me sound meeker. I felt suddenly like crying, because I wouldn't be alone in this. Mulder continued, "I just got done talking to your friend Dave. He's doing fine by the way and is anxious to see you. Now I don't want you to worry. With your help and Dave's help I think we can catch these... things and get you back to normal." "They called themselves 'jumpers'. They said they can switch bodies at will. Other than that, they didn't give us any clues as to whom they may really be. How will you find them?" I asked. Mulder and Scully looked at each other again. Mulder suggested, "Scully, it sounds to me like were dealing with some type of genetic mutant... something that can move from body to body." Scully answered, "Mulder, there's never been anything recorded about anything like this. I don't know..." Clearly Dana was the skeptical one. "We've seen strange mutants before, the flukeman, the guy who molded his skin to look like me. There have been others. It makes sense. If the jumpers cover their tracks by murder, they would never become known. This is the first time a victim, or victims, has survived. That is something that we can use." Mulder turned back toward me. "First, we'll need to know as much as we can about the 'real' you, so that we can track their movements. They don't know that you're alive because we keep this whole thing quiet. At first it was because of fans. That is a lucky break. They would have no reason to switch bodies for a while." For the next few minutes, I told Mulder and Scully who I really was. They were both really stunned that I used to be a man, especially since I was now in the body of Pamela Anderson. It dawned on them why I was acting so awkwardly. Mulder eagerly wrote down everything that I told him. I did notice that he wasn't ogling me, or looking at my boobs as much as he was before. Still, when Scully left the room, to get the same information from Dave, Mulder asked me, "As a man, how does it feel to be in the body of Pamela Anderson?" "What?" I faltered. Mulder's question took me completely by surprise. "I asked you, from a man's perspective, what is it like to have the body of the sexiest woman on the planet?" he reframed his question. I was so taken aback that I had to sit down. "I-I don't know how to describe it exactly. You couldn't possibly have the same frame of reference. On one hand it's very erotic and a complete turn on. On the other hand it's a pain in the ass, because I'm so small and weak now. It feels like all of my body parts are kind of moving around on their own. The feeling of nothing between my legs and these big boobs "jiggling" around are driving me crazy!" "Do you mind if I touch them?" asked Mulder, sheepishly. "Touch what?" I asked, very nervously. "Pamela's tits, of course. I've had a thing for her for a long time. I never thought I'd be this close to her. Actually, I have quite an extensive pornography collection, featuring Pamela Anderson!" I looked at him blankly. "You must be joking Agent Mulder!" "No, I'm not. C'mon, we're both guys. If you were in my position, wouldn't you want to be able to touch Pamela Anderson's boobs." He had a point there! I was moving closer to the person I thought was her, in the limo, with that very thought on my mind. "Yeah... so?" I replied in that sensual voice of hers. Mulder said, "If the situation were reversed, I would let you touch her tits! What do you say? I am trying to help you get your own body back." I couldn't exactly argue with his logic. I really was in no position to bargain here. The more I thought about it, the more I thought, "What could it hurt, really?" I stood up and walked over to where Mulder was standing. It was getting easier all of the time moving around in this body. I must be adjusting to the balance of it. God help me, the body was starting to feel GOOD! Mulder was much taller than I was now. I looked way up into his eyes. "Okay, you can touch them, but just for a few moments," I said. Agent Mulder took a deep breath and licked his lips. He lifted both of his hands to the level of those breasts. I must say that it was very strange, looking down and seeing my chest stick out so much and two large male hands suspended there, waiting to touch them. He hesitated for a second. Now I had to encourage him! "Go ahead. Let's get this over with." No matter what, I was going to maintain a calm, clinical demeanor. That was all the encouragement that Agent Mulder needed! He grasped both of the breasts in his hands and squeezed. I must admit that it was an interesting sensation and completely alien to me, although it didn't really turn me on. I imagined this is how women must feel when doctors do a breast exam, palpitating for lumps. "These tits are spectacular!" exclaimed Mulder. He was certainly having a good time. I did have to admit that, as far as female breasts go, they were incredible. However, Mulder's manipulations were having no effect on me. That lightened my spirits just a bit, because, at least inside, I was still a man. Abruptly, Mulder's fondling took on a different aspect. It was less clinical, but more... tender. He was going slower now, taking time to feel the nipples with his thumb and forefinger. It was starting to feel disturbingly wonderful! I made the mistake of looking down to my chest and watching him do what he was doing. Beyond, I could see a prominent bulge in Agent Mulder's pants. All of this was starting to turn me on! I felt my breathing get heavier. My nipples began to grow HUGE and tingly. There was a feeling of wetness in my genitals. This was getting very dangerous and I had to put a stop to it as quickly as I could, before something bad happened. I tried to back away from Agent Mulder, while at the same time saying, breathlessly, "St-stop. P-please, Mulder..." However, Mulder took a step forward in order to maintain the same degree of closeness. He kept on with his tender ministrations of my huge tits. He was locked in now, his male hormones fueling what must be an extremely strong fantasy. I tried turning away, with my back turned toward him. As I turned, I felt his hands pull way from my throbbing tits. My body did not want him to stop what he was doing, although my brain screamed in silent rebellion. My breathing was very heavy now. Mulder must have read what this body wanted, because he slipped his arms underneath mine, around my waist, to continue his fondling from behind. This time he pinched my two nipples between his thumb and index finger, the sweet pain sending me into orbit. "No... this isn't right..." I whispered. Mulder pressed the hard bulge in his pants against the cleft between my ass cheeks. He continued to fondle my boobs, as he gently thrust his bulge in and out of my rear end area. It didn't help that the hospital gown was slightly separated in the back exposing me to view. Thank God that I still had her panties on! Still it was having the effect on me that he desired. He was driving this body into a frenzy and what was worse, he knew it! Mulder whispered in my ear, just before kissing me on my neck, "Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to have sex as a woman?" My mind wanted desperately to say "No," but what came out was "Yeas ssssss." The combination of female hormones being released into my system and the glorious sensations that Pamela Anderson's body was sending me was eroding my ability to resist. They say that everybody has a female half and a male half, of their being. My male half retreated into a small corner of Pamela Anderson's very female brain! It was replaced by a huge desire, which I had never experienced before: the undeniable desire to have something big and hard in me. Her body responded to my thoughts, as I pressed my ass cheeks against him, just so I could feel his bulge again. Mulder continued to kiss my neck and fondle my boobs. I thought my knees were going to buckle. I just didn't want him to stop these fantastic feelings. I felt the bottom part of the hospital gown being lifted in the front. I thought that this guy must have, like, four or six hands! They were everywhere! I didn't offer any resistance when he put his hand down the front of my panties. In fact, I found myself spreading my legs, ever so slightly, to give him easier access. I felt him rubbing, rubbing my pubic area in a circular motion. Just when I thought that he couldn't do anything more to make me hotter, Mulder slipped a finger up into what must have been a very hot and moist pussy. I couldn't hold out any longer. I reached behind me, in between my ass and his groin. I placed my hand on his bulge and began to fondle his penis through his pants. It grew even harder still. I began to fantasize what it would be like to have him penetrate me, make love to me. If the sensation of his finger was any kind of indication, it would be great! At that very second, I just wanted to be fucked like the big- boobed sexy woman that I was! There was a knock on the door. I heard Dana's voice call out "Mulder? It's me..." I broke away from Mulder in a start. The knock on the door jolted the rational, male part of my being out of it's hiding place. I wondered how I had let this get so far? I practically ran back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I couldn't let Scully see me this way. If she ever knew what had just happened, I would never be able to look her in the eye again. I didn't know if she was sleeping with her partner, but there was obviously some chemistry between them. I didn't want to do anything to come between them! It took several minutes for me to calm down in the bathroom and for my breathing to return to normal. During the entire time I could hear Mulder and Scully conversing on the other side of the door. It sounded like Dana didn't detect anything out of the ordinary... thank God! The only problem was that, no matter how hard I tried I could get the thought of Mulder's cock in my pussy out of my head. I now wanted him, as much as he wanted me, or what his body was telling him was Pamela Anderson. I was able to find a hospital robe on a hook on the back of the door in the bathroom. I thought that, considering the effect that this body had on Mulder, I should probably wear it. The last person in this room must have been huge, because the robe swallowed me whole. I didn't really mind though, because it meant that I could cover more of this very impressive body. I stepped back into my hospital room to the sight of Mulder and Scully conversing. It looked like they had come to some type of decision. When I entered the room, they both looked at me intently. Mulder, at least, had a look of massive disappointment on his face, because I had covered as much of myself as possible. I think that he sensed that his window of opportunity was closing. Dana started to speak to me, but stumbled over her own words, "Pa---- uh---Tr---uh--um, I don't know what to call you now!?!" I could see that this was going to be a problem. I decided to make it easier on everyone by going with the name of the person I now appeared to be. "Just call me Pamela, or Pam. I might as well get used to that name, at least until I get my own body back." Mulder stated, "That will make it easier. I'll have no problems with that." Dana couldn't have known what he meant by that, although I sure did. Whatever there was between Mulder and me wasn't over yet! "Okay... Pamela," Scully interrupted. "We ran a check on you and David's credit cards, bank accounts and whatever else there was. We sent agents over to your respective places. There's nothing. It's like they disappeared." Mulder added, "It's apparent they've done this type of thing before. Scully and I think they are going underground. They will lay low until the heat from their apparent murders dies down. They will just disappear, or worse, kill again, before we can find them." "What does that mean, exactly?" I questioned in Pamela Anderson's breathy voice. She, now I, was not unlike this generation's Marilyn Monroe. The same type of staggering sex appeal. "It means we're going to have to do something a little bit more radical to flush them out," answered Mulder. Added Scully, "We just can't sit around and wait them out. We don't have the time." I didn't like where this was going. They had plans for me. "What did you have in mind?" I asked, nervously and found my small well-manicured hands fluttering. "Well, as we said, no one knows that Pamela Anderson's or Tommy Lee's body is here. Security is tight. So it's a good bet the jumpers don't know that you're still alive," said Dana. "If it is known you're still alive, it is likely they will try to kill you again to prevent you from telling anyone of their existence. They've gone this far to preserve their secret. It's very likely they will try to kill you again. When they do, we'll be right there." "You're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting, are you?" I queried, not pleased at all. I had a vision of myself as the target in a shooting gallery with Mulder dressed like a barker waving a cane and shouting step right up and have a shot at Pamela, three shot for a dollar. Dana answered me this time. "Yes Pamela. We want to set you and David up as bait. We want you two to resume Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee's life as if nothing ever happened. We're going to need you to actually be Pamela Anderson!" Either Mulder or Scully had to go and tell David what the new course of action would be. Scully, as the last person to converse with David, started to head toward the door. The last thing that I needed was to be left alone again in the same room with Mulder. My heartbeat had only just returned to normal. With the amount of heat that my body generated toward his body, there was no telling what I would do. To head the potential dangerous situation off "at the pass," I asked, "Dana? Would you mind staying? I have to get dressed and I am afraid that I don't know that much about women's clothes. I may need a lot of help putting on the bra!" My statement prompted both Mulder and Scully to look directly at my chest. I felt my face flush and go red with embarrassment. The sight of two looking at nothing but my boobs made the nipples begin to harden one more time. This was getting crazy. It was almost as if I liked having people looking at my newly acquired anatomy! I turned away from them to avoid their stares, although inwardly I was secretly thrilled. When I did, both Mulder and Scully realized that they had been staring at me. Behind me I heard the door open and close. One of them had left the room. When Scully spoke, I knew that it was Mulder who voluntarily went to tell David of our plan. "I'm really very sorry about that. I didn't mean to stare," Dana apologized. Since she was the only one left in the room, I turned back around to face her. My tits, unsupported by a bra "bobbled" as I did so. I answered her apology, "It's okay, really. For the time being, I guess I'm just going to have to get used to reactions and stares like that." Dana agreed with me. "Yes you are! Pamela Anderson was a woman of great beauty and an unreal body. I'm afraid that, until we can get you back to your own body, you are going to be beating men away with a baseball bat. At least you'll have David around to protect you." Although I heard everything that she said, I only focused on one thing, "You think that I - I mean she, Pamela Anderson is beautiful?" "Sure. Doesn't everyone? That's why all other women are jealous of you... er... I mean her. If I was a man, I know that I would be attracted to her." Suddenly, Dana Scully seemed extremely attractive to me. She was, after all, a very beautiful woman in her own right. She was only about 5'2" or 5'3" and, therefore, I was still barely taller. Dana had shoulder length auburn hair that glistened in the lights of the hospital room. I have never really been attracted to red heads before. However, out in the real world, I would have been very attracted to her. Unfortunately, she never would have looked at the old me. A strange and erotic thought whispered in the back of my brain. "Perhaps she'll be attracted to me now! She already thinks Pamela Anderson is pretty and sexy..." As soon as that thought appeared, I forced it back down. It was crazy to think of doing anything remotely sexual in the body of Pamela Anderson. Dana was absolutely unaware of the nature of my thoughts. If she had been, she would not have stepped as close to me, when she stepped forward and said, "Turn around. Let's get you out of these hospital clothes." At the same time she twirled her finger, gesturing for me to turn around. I obeyed her silently, turning around, with my back facing her. It was a good thing that I did to because I was starting to get excited again. My thoughts had triggered a bodily reaction that was starting to become way too familiar! I felt my heart rate begin to pick up as soon as Dana touched the first tie, on the rear of my hospital gown, near the nape of my neck. I felt her pull the string, tied in a bow tie, until it suddenly became undone. Actually, with each successive bow tie, it was my self-control, which was becoming undone! A thought came to me. We send out entire lives learning to control our bodies. But now I was in a new body without any practice in controlling it. It was like a racecar roaring out of control. In a matter of seconds Dana had untied all of the ties on the rear of the hospital gown. It seemed to me like it went on for hours. Time itself had slowed down! Each tie that "popped" to become undone, made the warmth in my vaginal port grows, as did the wetness. My nipples were so hard now that they actually began to hurt. When the ties were all undone, the hospital gown slumped forward on my shoulders. I cold feel the cool air of the hospital room striking the bare skin of my back, where the separation had widened a great deal. Scully made the situation worse by putting her hands on my shoulders and pushing the hospital gown forward even further, so that it was now coming down my arms. I pulled the gown off the rest of the way, letting it drop to the floor. I looked down at myself seeing Pamela Anderson's bare breasts for the first time. They were nothing short of magnificent, except they were now mine. They stuck out a good 6 inches or more from my otherwise flat chest. Those tits seemed even larger, now that they were on my body. The hardened nipples stuck out like pencil erasers, as a testament to my extreme level of excitement. I turned to face Scully. As I turned, I felt the dangling weight on my chest sway insanely. She and I were no more than a foot apart and almost eye to eye. She looked from my eye to my bare chest. Just the feeling of her gaze upon my tits made my chest flush. Scully said, "My...uh...you are excited aren't you?" I couldn't handle the sensations that I was experiencing any longer. I took her face between my hands, kissing her on her plump lips. Although she did not open her lips, or even kiss back, Dana did not pull away. My internal perspective as a man, coupled with a 1 or 2-inch height advantage, encouraged me to be the aggressor here, despite my ultra feminine anatomy. When Scully did not return my gesture, I broke the kiss and asked, "What's wrong Dana?" She was very unnerved by what had just occurred. "Uhh--um--nothing---uh --everything. You're a girl! I can't do this!" I pointed a finger at myself, replying, "I'm still a guy in here where it counts..." That gesture set my boobs to jiggling, making my last statement seemed ridiculous. "...I don't see what the problem is. You said yourself that you thought that this body was attractive." "I know what I said," Scully whispered. "I-I didn't mean it that way. I've never been with another woman before." "Have you ever been curious? Have you ever wondered what it would be like?" I pressed. "Well... sure. I suppose everyone has," was her weak response. She was trembling now. Dana could see where I was headed with this and was naturally afraid of the conclusion. I questioned her, looking directly into her eyes, "If you had to do it with one woman, would you do it with Pamela Anderson?" We both knew the answer without it even having to be spoken. Therefore, I said, reassuring her, "Well she's here and she wants to touch you because you are a very beautiful woman." This time I stood so close to her that our respective breasts, mine bare and her clothed, rubbed against each other. It was an insanely erotic feeling. I closed my eyes and kissed her again. This time, she kissed back. Tentatively, each of us opened our mouth. The open-mouthed kiss quickly became a French kiss, our tongues struggling madly for supremacy. I took Dana's hand in mine, pulling it up along my waist and side to my boob. I placed her hand on my tit to encourage her. I broke the kiss in order to whisper something into her ear. On my way to her ear, the skin of our baby soft cheeks touched one another. I whispered in her ear, "I wanted my first experience as a woman, to be with another beautiful woman. As soon as I saw you, I knew that I had to have you. You are so gorgeous!" With that said, I began to kiss Dana's neck just as I would have if were a man. That encouraged her to begin to play with my tits. I felt her free hand running through my tousled long blonde hair. She was now getting into it. With my free hands, I began to unbutton the front of Scully's blouse. In the blink of an eye, we were both on the hospital bed totally naked. The clothes that each of us were wearing littered the floor, where they were thrown in lustful haste. We must have kissed, caressed, fondled, nibbled and played with each other's assets for what seemed like hours. Each of us glistened with a slight covering of perspiration. When all was said and done, Dana was reclined on her back, head resting on the bed's pillows and her legs propped up and spread. I, on the other hand, was on my hands and knees, with my head between her legs. My enormous boobs dangled heavily from my chest in this position. Every time I moved, they swung back and forth, even bouncing off of one another. They emphasized the totality of my womanhood. Balancing on one hand and two knees, I caressed Dana's pubic hair like it was a kitten. It was auburn, just like the hair on her head and moist from a combination of perspiration and internal juices. Scully writhed at my touch, moaning, "Mmmmmmph." I wanted... no needed to taste the sweet taste of her sex. My long blonde hair hung in my eye and over my shoulders. That which did not hang in front of my shoulders, all the way to the bed, tickled and brushed my back every time that I moved my head. I was beginning to understand why women would want things like big tits or long hair. Every movement was an adventure into sensual sensation. Scully just made it worse by caressing my hair, which she apparently loved. I lowered my head to her wet slit. My big boobs pushed into the bed and out at the sides toward my arm, making me even hotter. I would never be able to sleep on my stomach, as I normally did in this body. My fine manicured hand separated Dana's outer lips slightly, exposing her enlarged pink pearl. It was just sitting there... waiting, in anticipation of my touch. My tongue knifed out toward it, tasting its musky sweetness, as I began lapping for all that I was worth. The fingers of my other hand found my own vaginal port. I rubbed and rubbed my own clitoris, even as I licked Scully's. The feeling was so incredible that I started to moan, "MMMmmmm," in unison with hers. I inserted a finger into my pussy and began to move it in and out. It was slick with my own juices. Scully lifted my head up, so that she could look me in the eye. She said softly, "Pamela, Honey? You're much too rough down there! You're doing it just like a man. You are a woman now and should do it like a woman." She started to sit up. "Here... switch places with me and let me show you how to do it." I did as she requested, shifting to the submissive role, while she assumed the role of sexual aggressor. Now she was on her hands and knees, with her head between my legs. She looked up at me so innocently, to say, "You do it like this..." Scully kissed the outer lips of my vagina like she was tenderly kissing the lips of my mouth. It sent a shiver of utter pleasure, like I had never felt before, up and down my spine. She then proceeded to plant little butterfly kisses everywhere around my vagina. Everything was soft, slow and oh so tender. Nothing about what she was doing was rough at all. It was like she knew what to do and how to do it, to make me even hotter than I already was. I could see instantly why a lot of men (probably including me) were never able to give a woman an orgasm. They (we) were doing everything wrong! Scully was doing everything right! My new body was responding enthusiastically to whatever she was doing. It occurred to me that I was feeling exactly what a woman feels during sex. It was incredible, infinitely better than anything I had ever felt as a man. I decided right then and there to experience as much as I could as a woman, so I would know how to make love to all women, when I got back to my own body. Then, Dana started to work on my swollen clitoris. Oh God. It was incredible! I moaned in delight. I writhed and wiggled my hips in time with her gentle tongue. In the middle of it all I took one of my enormous boobs, one in each hand and began to play with them. I worked my own nipples into miniature erections. The sensations from my tits were just as incredible as those from my loins. It just fit together so perfectly. The first orgasm took me without warning. It was so much different from those I had felt as a man. They were internal, part of me and all encompassing. My body quivered in ecstasy, to be quickly followed by another orgasm, then another. I saw shooting stars and heard angels singing. I had to pull Scully's head away from my vagina. I just couldn't take anymore. Even as I did, I didn't know how I could ever give any of this up. I was in love with the way that I felt! After I was able to recover and catch my breath, I returned the sexual favor to Scully. Now we lay there in each other's arms in the afterglow. I turned my head, which was resting upon her shoulder, so that I could look into her eyes. "Did I do it right this time Dana?" I must have sounded just like a schoolgirl asking her teacher. Dana turned to face me. "Oh, Honey... you were just perfect." She kissed me maternally, but tenderly, on my forehead. I sighed rather loudly. "What's wrong Pamela?" asked Scully. "It's just that... I'm so happy, but sad at the same time." "Why are you sad? I don't understand," replied Scully. From the look upon her face, I could tell that she was very concerned. "I'm sad because, as a man, you would have never looked at a guy like me. I was just an average guy, you know, nothing special! I was able to make love to a beautiful woman like you because of the body I now have. I was able to love you because I have the body of Pamela Anderson. I can probably have anyone that I want with this body, but it's the wrong sex. It's just so messed up in my head, Dana." Dana said something I had not even considered yet, "You may be able to keep that body, if that's what you really want." "What do you mean?" my ears perked up. "Well, we know your jumpers' covered their tracks by killing the bodies they were exiting. There is a really good chance that the real Pamela Anderson is dead, locking away in some unknown body. When we find these jumpers and we will, you may have to make a choice as to which body you want to stay in. What will you do? Which one will you choose?" I didn't know. I was very torn. I didn't want to be a woman. I wanted to be a man. There were so many more social and economic advantages to being a man. However, I was really beginning to enjoy the benefits that this body was bringing me. Nothing had ever made my heart beat so rapidly! It had brought me the love of Dana Scully! Certainly having this body, the body of a star like Pamela Anderson, would offset any economic disadvantage. She must have seen the look of confusion on my face. I said, "I-I don't know..." Dana smoothed my hair and looking at me lovingly, said softly, "It's okay. You don't have to decide right at this very second. We had better get up and get dressed. There's no telling when Mulder will get back. As a matter of fact, I wonder where Mulder is??" We started to get up. The feelings of the long hair and my tits moving as I did, were getting less and less annoying as time went on. Still, I was always conscious of them. I was curious about the jumpers so I asked Scully, "Do you really think that the jumpers killed everybody?" Scully answered me, "Actually, now that you mention it, there is one of the victims that is not quite dead yet. There is a guy out in Los Angeles who is in a coma. We haven't been able to bring him out of it. Other than that...all dead." I said, "Hmmmm. I wonder who he is, or I guess I should say who he was..." Chapter 3: Interlude Out in a hospital room, near Los Angeles, a rather large black man was resting comfortably. The man, whom the authorities had identified through fingerprints and dental records, was Ben Jackson. Other than his size, at 6'7" and 300 lbs., there was nothing very remarkable about him. His head was completely shaven and he wore a Van Dyke beard that was popular these days. The nurses who tended him were kind enough to keep his dome completely shaven. The man had once been a star high school football player, which would explain his size. He had even tried out for the pros, but wasn't good enough. Ben Jackson's last known job was as a sanitation man. He was known as somewhat of a celebrity chaser. Since there was an ongoing investigation, there was a police guard outside the hospital room. This man was one of the victims of a serial killer, or killers, using cobra venom. The killers also tried to make it look like the venom was self-inflicted, like a suicide. 19 were dead thus far, all except Ben Jackson. He was found in a back alley near one of the hot spots in town. It was a spot that many celebrities were known to frequent. There was a nursing shift change in 10 minutes. Therefore, the nurse on duty was immersed in the task of recording Ben Jackson's vital signs one last time before going off duty. She was taking his blood pressure, when the man's hand moved. She was so shocked that she instantly dropped his hand. The man's eyes were fluttering, starting to open. The nurse yelled out to the police guard stationed just outside the open door, "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME! HE"S WAKING UP...SOMEBODY GET THE DOCTOR!!" The eyes of Ben Jackson opened up. He saw that he was in a hospital room, growing very frightened. The last thing that he remembered was a large black man, with the shaved head. He cried out for the only person he really cared about, "Tommy..." His eyes widened at the sound of his voice. *** In a non-descript motel two young men were congratulating themselves. It had worked again. They already had stopped by the place where they has slashed the money they had discreetly stolen from various people who bodies they had 'borrowed'. The one in Dave's body was especially smug. "Well partner, we did it again. Nothing can stop us - we will live forever." His partner was not so optimistic. "Not if you do more stupid things like that videotape." 'Dave's' face grinned sheepishly. "It was a mistake I admit. Let's put it behind us and decide who we should honor with our patronage this time?" They spent the rest of the day tossing names back and forth. The new Dave was kinda of a Trekie and was trying to persuade his partner into Jeri's Ryan's body. "No way! Do you know the kind of hours she works? Besides acting in Pam's body was easy I just ran around and jiggled but Ryan has to do some real acting." *** Fox Mulder was walking down the hallway of the hospital, back toward the room of "Pamela Anderson." He was accompanied by David, who was currently trapped inside the body of Tommy Lee. David said again, for what must have been the 100th time, "I just can't believe that he's trapped inside the body of Pamela Anderson! How's he handling it?" Mulder pictured in his mind's eye what had happened between the new Pamela Anderson and himself only a short 40 minutes ago. He searched for an answer for David's question. "He's... uh... adjusting! So will you, if we're going to be successful luring these jumpers out of hiding. Are you sure they said they were mutants?" David responded, "That's what they said... How am I supposed to know?" From behind them, the heard a voice, speaking very low and hushed, "What makes you think they are mutants Agent Mulder?" Mulder knew that voice even without turning around. It was the individual known as only the Cigarette Smoking Man, or CSM for short. Before turning around, Mulder looked at his companion and instructed, "Da... er... Tommy, you go on up ahead. Your 'wife' is up in room 226. I'll be there in a minute. I have to speak to my 'friend' here." David immediately caught on. Mulder had instructed him that, out in public, at least, he would have to act as Tommy Lee and respond as him. The newcomer triggered the ruse for the first time. "Uh... okay Fox. I'll see you in my wife's room." When David was far enough away, Mulder turned to look at his nemesis, his tormentor and very possibly his father. "What are you doing here? Just a run of the mill murder attempt is kind of beneath you isn't it?" "I'm just concerned that you are getting off the track Agent Mulder. Others may get to the prize before you." "What are you saying? I'm tired of your little games. I'm tired of your little riddles." "Come now. Do you really think the ability to switch bodies at will could be the result of evolution here on earth? For what reason? A mutation must be a response to some genetic or environmental stress." "Then they are aliens! Is that what you are saying?" "What I am telling you Agent Mulder is that there is another government agency, over which even I don't have control. They are closing in on your quarry. If they find them, all evidence will disappear. People will forget." Mulder grabbed the man in a threatening way. "Tell me, damn you. Who are these people?" "Have you ever heard of the Men in Black? MIB I believe they are called. They have reason to believe that one of their agents, an Agent J, is pursuing an alien that can switch bodies at will. I hear that they are responsible for the death of his girlfriend. It's just a rumor. Agent J goes by the name Will Smith." "Where is this Agent? How can I find him?" "Nobody knows. He has gone rogue and is believed to be headed to this area." Mulder asked, "Why are you helping me? What interest is this to you?" "Let's just say the people that I work for do not want this to be buried." Just up the hall, Scully poked her head out of the hospital room and yelled, "Mulder get up here! HURRY!" By the time Mulder looked back to continue his conversation with the CSM, he was gone. The only thing that remained was the thick smoke from his illegal cigarette. Mulder turned and ran down the hall toward Scully. Chapter 4 I, of course, did not know this, but was told by Scully later on. While all of this was going on, I was having my first adventure getting dressed in women's clothes. I was having my first adventure getting dressed in Pamela Anderson's clothes, to be exact! I got out of the hospital bed and spied the silken panties that I had been wearing on the other side of the room. No doubt, I kicked them there in my mad rush to get into bed with Scully. I walked over to where they were. As I did, I mentally noted how even the sensation of walking was radically different from what I had known before. When I moved, my inner thighs did not rub against anything between my legs. There was only a void now, punctuated by dewy slit. My smooth, hairless inner thighs, instead, slid against each other as I walked. It is impossible to describe the sensation of walking without a penis between your legs, when that is all you has ever done your entire life. The overwhelming sensation was the freedom of movement I had. Overall, I now felt so light, soft and... supple and admit it so damn sexy! I had never really felt sexy before in my life! My newfound flexibility manifested itself once again when I bent over at the waist to pick up my panties from the floor. As a man, I could never touch the floor, while keeping my knees locked. I, like most men, was just too heavily muscled and thick at the waist. In Pamela Anderson's body, I easily accomplished the task. In fact, I could have easily put my entire palms on the floor. The body never ceased to amaze me. The most amazing thing was that it felt so... good! Then again, as I was bent over, I was reminded how big my chest was now. My tits hung heavily from my chest, swinging at the slightest movement. I stood up and they jiggled back into place. I took them in my hands, lifting them and testing their firmness and weight, as I turned to face Scully. She was almost completely dressed. I commented to