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Experiment Eleven By Walter Ego Captain's personal log. We reached the Baldec system ten standard days ago on a mission to investigate the apparent loss of several independent mining ships. I've come to understand why independents have been attracted to such a far away system. Baldec has a dense asteroid belt and ship's scans have already come across several formations that would set the entire crew up for life if we had the wherewithal to haul them back to Earth. Central Control can expect a modern day Gold Rush if we can explain the disappearance of five private mining craft in the last solar year. Lieutenant Juarez has plotted us a search pattern designed to cover the last known locations of each of the missing ships as well as where the computer says they were likely to be prospecting. Julia believes that mining in this system is of high enough risk that one or all ships may have been disabled in the dense matter fields. She has been constantly fine-tuning the sensors to look for ship wreckage or other clues to disaster. My engineer, Stone, has said in no uncertain terms that miner's are too tough a lot to be "crashing into rocks everywhere" and theorizes that there is rogue mining syndicate out here that is eliminating the competition. However Jermaine has been with me on enough missions for me to know that he may be saying this so that he has a position contrary to the First Officer's. Our brand new navigator O'Donnell boldly put in that maybe there is something out here that Central Control has never encountered. As a newbie his opinions on such subjects are ritually derided by his more veteran crewmates. However with his obvious skill at flying the ship and his quick wit young Robert has settled in nicely. His barely regulation hair has everyone using the inevitable nickname of red. The two Marines that make up the rest of my crew have said nothing on the subject, being too much Marines to speculate. Personally, I think O'Donnell might be right. Davidson out. +++ The Gyrfalcon is a fine ship, solid and well tested. However fifteen days in an asteroid belt takes a higher toll on both ship and crew than cruising interstellar space. Stone has had to bypass or retrofit a couple of systems that normally run problem free. Juarez and O'Donnell have pulled extra shifts constantly adjusting our search pattern. I have been filling in at both positions and continue to monitor the status of the ship and the state of the crew. Only the Marines seem immune, keeping up their exercise regime in the shuttle bay consistent with their training. Their addition was literally last minute. Normally search and rescue mission are executed without combat units but Central Control felt they would be useful in dealing with the miners. We are now in the discretionary period where I am authorized to cut off the mission if there is evidence of the miners. We have already run down and investigated more than a dozen false leads. Juarez has detected a concentration of valuable deposits that make our earlier scans seem insignificant. On the theory that such a reading would be irresistible to any miner I have authorized a course change. However, if we don't find anything at this new site the 'Falcon' will be heading home. +++ We are nearing the site of what Juarez has nicknamed the "Mother Lode". She has zeroed in on a level five asteroid that reads off the charts on several of our detection bands. Stone has reported an increase in minor system failures but so far has been able to keep up with repairs. I have ordered O'Donnell to slow our approach and to continually update an escape route in case of an emergency. The crew remains alert and professional but even the normally implacable marines now seem effected as we close in. I can also feel the growing tension in my own shoulders. I should make best use of this off-shift to rest but I don't know how soundly I'll be able to sleep. +++ Captain's personal log. The primary recording system for the Gyrfalcon is offline. This must substitute as the official record of the last eight standard hours. At 6:21 hours of day 47 of our mission we reached the standard survey range near an anomalous asteroid in the Baldec system. Our long range scans reported fantastically high concentrations of nickel, copper, platinum and other valuable deposits. No indications of the missing mining ships were found during our approach but the computer notes a low reliability for readings in the immediate vicinity of the asteroid. At two hours and forty-one minutes into our survey the asteroid's rotation brought us over a zone of approximately eight square kilometers in which all our sensors read null. Sensor diagnostics seemed to indicate that all systems were operating normally but because of an unusually high degree of malfunctions during the last week First Officer Juarez went to make a manual inspection of the sensor processors. In rapid succession Ensign O'Donnell reported lost of navigation, Chief Stone reported an overload in the engine compartment and multiple alarms began sounding from the command and control panel. O'Donnell and I attempted to activate backup systems but the communications and main computer systems went down nearly simultaneously. I sent O'Donnell to assist Chief Stone while I went over the bridge controls to see if any systems could be bypassed or restarted. As I worked Marine Sergeant Alverez reported finding Julia Juarez unconscious and badly burned near the sensor relay locker and that Lance Corporal Williams had taken to her in sickbay. Stone and O'Donnell have worked over every system in the engineering quarter but report that the best any key system will do is fail during its initiation sequence. Even the diagnostic logs are no help. It is now 16:43 hours of day 47. All high energy systems are currently offline. Only life support and sickbay remain active and both at reduced capacity. The sick bay computer shows Juarez's condition as critical. I have ordered the crew to stand down and to meet in the mess room. Each has been well trained and has responded to the crisis fearlessly but no one can be expected to operate on adrenaline forever. We will sit, eat some rations and go over our options; if there are any. +++ Captain's Personal Log, location unknown. I didn't expect to be alive at his point. Academy training includes the study of long ago submarine warfare. The closed environment, the art of subterfuge and the value of patience all bring valuable lessons to the space corps. A comprehensive study of the Silent Service must however include the ways submariners died. The lucky ones went quickly. No, of course the lucky ones made it home alive. Still I think I'd rather go quickly in a crushing implosion than lingering as creeping cold competed with the mounting carbon dioxide to be the first to be lethal. It seemed to me that fate had that sort of end in store for us. Imagine my surprise to fall unconscious in my own bunk and then to wake up in totally unfamiliar room. The room is unfamiliar to the point that it is absent any sharp angles. It is a room that is perfectly circular with curved walls and a domed ceiling, the only flat surface being the floor. The only furniture is the bed, again round and placed concentrically to the room and a small table, yes round, placed adjacent to the bed. My recorder and a few other personal items from my cabin were atop the table when I woke up. No doorways were initially evident but as I walked naked about the perimeter two portals soundlessly opened to reveal a bathroom and a closet respectively. That each of the smaller chambers is also designed to be elegantly rounded says something about my host that I have yet to divne. I have made use of the first room and retrieved my uniform, freshly pressed, from the other. I followed the perimeter of the room around twice more but was unable to trigger any other doorways. I see no other positive course of action at this time other than to keep this log up to date. I just hope my host understands the need for lunch. +++ I've finally met my host, so more precisely hosts. Soon after completing my last recording a new section of the wall slid open to reveal a short tubular passageway. Taking it as an invitation I went three steps into a larger version of the room I had just left. An elliptical divan sits in the center. Most of the enclosing wall is unbroken save for the southeast doorway back to the bedroom and a lobe- like anteroom to the northeast. I speculate that there may well be undetected doors waiting to be activated. The anteroom turned out to be a galley station, like the lavatory, a version of ship's facilities adapted to the ubiquitous curvy motif. Hunger overcame by desire to explore and I quickly managed to produce and then eat a large bowl of soup. Momentarily satisfied I placed the bowl in the recycler. "What is your designation?" I spun around to see if anyone was there. I was still alone in the chamber. "No, we are not located with you. By what identification are you known?" The voice was of medium timbre but had an authoritarian tone as if was used to getting everything it asked for. Although it must have been projected into the room it seemed to be coming from about a half a meter in front of me. Felling more grateful for my rescue but cautious I gave a standard reply. "I am Captain Evan Jones Davidson of the Central Control Navy vessel Gyrfalcon." "You are the leader of this group of", the voice paused, "humans?" "Yes I am responsible for all my people. Do you know what happened to my crew and my ship?" "Your vessel has been retrieved and placed nearby. The underlings are also in this facility. One terminated human was also found and removed." "Juarez!" "Explain", the voice demanded, "what is - Juarez?" I had set down on the central couch at the news of Julia's death. The location of the disembodied voice seemed to adjust accordingly remaining half a meter in front of by new orientation. "Juarez was her designation, her name. Lieutenant Julia Juarez." Any captain who is in space long enough loses crew and Julia is not the first under my command to die. Given her condition in sickbay her death could not be a complete surprise. Usually the demands of spaceflight serve to delay and dampen the pain. Under the current circumstances the grief was more immediate. Apparently this was not lost on my hosts. "You are emotionally distressed by the loss of your mate?" "No not a mate, an officer. Julia has been a member of my crew for five years and my second in command for the last three." A low hum came from the empty location in front of me. After several seconds it resolved back into the more familiar voice. "You are the first human we have succeeded in communicating with in this manner. We have many more questions but we will now pursue other lines of research." "Wait! What about my crew?" No answer came. +++ The new room is approximately twice the diameter of the bedroom. Once again I've walked the perimeter looking for openings. I've discovered another small lavatory and an entertainment console that were revealed as I neared. It is obvious that my hosts have detailed knowledge of the 'Falcon. The entertainment console not only matches mimics the controls of the one in the ship's common area but I recognized the menu of musical and holographic recordings from our collection. All this, if my chronometer is to be believed, has been adapted to this environment in just two days. My hosts are either more familiar with human technology then they have let on or they assimilated it with unbelievable speed. One more curiosity; the only other portal to open in the big room was the hallway back to the bedroom. I returned to the bed but have not yet been able go back the other way. It seems I can travel to "my" room at will but am to be invited to the living room. I continue to worry about the crew. +++ We are being held by the Antanuzi. They have admitted to luring in ships, disabling them and bring their crews in for research. Most alarming is that they seem to have no inhibitions with regard to treating humans as experiments. I was invited back to the "living" room at dinner time. I fixed a meal and once again the voice returned after I'd finished. "We are the Antanuzi. We have examined your ship and accessed your data records. Your information systems lack sophistication. We require more data. You will fully reply to our queries." I decided to press back. "I want to see my crew first." The hum returned. "Agreed, if it will expedite the process." Immediately a new portal opened up in the northwest section directly opposite from the bedroom tunnel. I traversed the twenty meters down the tunnel to a small domed area and took the left as a new door opened. After another twenty meters brought me to the largest area I've seen yet. The new room is divided by a transparent wall and I entered what was obviously an observation area for a laboratory or operating theater. In the main part of the room sit three identical stations spaced evenly across the room. On the right, laying on a table and connected to the first station I saw Jermaine Stone. His form was recognizable despite the tubing and wires by his dark skin and baldhead. The redheaded Robert O'Donnell was connected on the far right. The two marines, Alverez and Williams, were connected to the center station. As I studied each I was able to detect a steady if faint respiration. The symbols displayed on the stations were unrecognizable but the presence of four regular patterns was reassuring. None the less I asked, "Are they alive?" "Yes." "Why are they unconscious?" "They are being held in preparation for our testing." "Testing! For what?" "That depends on the results from experiments running now." Suddenly the light dawned in my brain. "You lured us here. You disabled my ship. You needed people to experiment on. Why?" my voice rising with each statement. "Yours is one of the few species we have encountered that reproduces sexually. It is the first we have seen that has advanced sufficiently to leave its home planet." Irrationally I spun around to confront creatures that were not there. "What gives you the right to hold my people?" I shouted. Yet again the voice adjusted to be in front of me. "You showed no ability to be able to impede us. Had you been able to impede our bringing you here we would have treated you as equals. As you put up no resistance you are ours to deal with as we please." "Might makes right?" my astonished voice rang. The humming sound I now believe is their reaction to something unknown ran on longer than before. "An interesting turn of phrase - but yes. Now, you have seen your crew. You will now return to your domicile and answer our questions." "Go to Hell. Why should I help you?" A brief hum. "The fate of your people depends on it." +++ Reversing my steps I returned to the living room. I went immediately to the mess station for water and then sat at the central couch. I was in no mood to answer the Antanuzi's questions but it has been the only process by which I've been able to learn anything about our situation. Besides given what happened to the ship and the power needed to create this environment they seem very capable of carrying out their implied threat. "We wish know more about how human males and females interact. Is the ratio of five males to one female normal for your world?" I do not know why there are such odd gaps in the Antanuzi's knowledge of us. Perhaps they are having more difficulty with the ship's databases then they let on. Perhaps the databases were damaged in the attack. Maybe some concepts are just too alien to them. "No." I replied. "Left alone humans have a fifty-fifty chance of conceiving a male or a female. In the past, practices by some groups have favored the birth of one gender over the other and differences in life expectancies have sometimes caused one gender to be move numerous than the other. It has always tended to even out over time. I don't know what the precise ratio is on Earth is at the moment but it is close to one-to-one." "Then why was the ratio of your crew unrepresentative?" I thought for a moment. "That is a combination of chance and circumstances. The Gyrfalcon normally has a compliment of four. Until recently we were evenly represented by gender. The female who was my navigator was recently promoted onto another ship. Robert O'Donnell was the most senior navigator available at the time, this is the chance part, it would not be unusual for the ship to have been assigned either a man or a woman for that post. The two marines were attached to the ship solely for this mission. The Marines are the one part of the service that, by tradition, is overwhelming male. There are female marines, but in this case it would have bucked the odds to see one on this trip." "If your planet sends another vessel there will likely be more females?" I decided a bluff was in order. "What is likely is that if we are not heard from then this whole area will be quarantined and no ships will be allowed here for a long time." I don't know if they believed my statement but I was rewarded with a long hum. "Was the lone female on your vessel yours alone or did she intercourse with all the males?" I literally choked on the water I was sipping. "Intercourse! Sexually?" I laughed. "To the best of my knowledge Julia only intercoursed with her husband." My mood quickly turned somber again as I remembered that Miquel Juarez didn't yet know that he was a widower. "Is it usual for a female to be serviced by a single male?" the voice inquired. "Listen, you'd need a human sociologist to explain all the ways humans do and don't get together for sex. Just what do expect to accomplish with this information?" "We wish to understand how humans are able to develop through sexual replication." "Well you should have thought of that before killing the only woman in this system." My sarcasm was apparently lost on the aliens. "Yes, that was a setback." +++ I've not been contacted by the Antanuzi for two days. I have filled my time exercising and looking for ways to escape. I have re-checked the walls multiple times but have been unable to activate the portal that leads to the crew. Neither have I been able to find any new portals. Even the places that I know they have appeared show no evidence of their existence. Likewise all attempts to dismantle the food and entertainment systems have failed. I had hoped to get a tool, a weapon or a means of communication but no seams are evident and the material unyielding. My recorder is mostly solid-state but by itself could barely be used to transmit across this room. Besides it is one of my few connections to home and I am reluctant to dismantle it without a very good reason. I finally chose a holo-recording to play this evening. I had been locked in a loop of considering and rejecting the same escape options over and over. I figured I needed a break from the unrelenting silence and to hear some genuinely human voices. I wonder if I can explain to the Antanuzians about alcohol? +++ Damn. I wanted it to be a dream. Or even a nightmare, something I could wake from to find out it wasn't real. I slept last night as one who has been shipboard for many years; deeply yet still alert to any changes in the environment. The portal opening was soundless but was betrayed by the illumination behind it and the soft footfalls. The door was one that had never opened before, ninety degrees around from the living room door and opposite the closet. In my transition from sleep my first thought on seeing the figure before me was that Jerry's daughter was growing up fast. I was too close to being right. "Captain" the soft voice spoke. As I became fully awake I remembered two things. Jermaine Stone's daughter is three years old and she is over a hundred light years away. "Captain I feel so strange." Two hands came up to fully demonstrate the next statement. "Captain I've got tits." Jermaine Stone is one of the toughest men I know. Standing 185 centimeters, the limit for space duty, 98 hard kilograms and a head shaved completely bald. He was known around military facilities as "Rocky", "The Stone" and when they though he was not around to hear "Hard Ass Stone". He has been my engineer since I assumed command of my first ship. I had never seen a situation in space, at a shipyard or in a bar where he had seemed overmatched. Yet somehow I never doubted that the person who stood lost before me was Jermaine Stone. "Jerry, sit down here." "Captain, are we dead? What happened to the ship? What happened to me?" I instinctively held the young woman softly crying next to me. The closeness confirmed the existence of the emergent breasts inside Jerry's ill fitting jumpsuit. Still tall for a woman I estimated a loss of nearly ten centimeters, 25 kilograms and perhaps two decades worth of years. Closely cropped black hair, almost mannish, framed a feminine face that had reminded me moments ago of little Anastasia Stone. "We have been attacked and captured by aliens that call themselves the Antanuzi." I released Jerry and explained what I had learned in the previous days. I saw a couple of extra tears as told of Julia Alverez's apparent death. I saw anger as I recounted seeing the crew laid out in the laboratory. I saw the calculating visage of my engineer as I described how some of the ship's systems had been adapted into our living quarters. It was only when I told of the alien's intention to breed humans that I again saw a trace of worry. "Captain, I remember slumping down in engineering as the life support failed. The next I knew I was in an igloo shaped room with one open end. I walked through to find you lying here. I haven't even worked up the nerve to check out what they've done to my body." I noticed a yawn escape unbidden. "Why don't you rest here until the morning. Then I'll see if I can get anything out of the Antanuzis." "Aye, aye captain." I let Jerry stretch out. There is no other furniture in the room but sitting against the curved wall is oddly comfortable. In due time I fell back asleep. When I awoke Stone was gone. +++ I was later to breakfast than had been my pattern. This time the Antanuzi didn't wait for me to eat. "You did not act according to our expectations with Experiment Twelve." "Twelve." I exploded, "You mean Stone! Listen, I don't know how or why you did this and I certainly don't know what you expected." "You yourself pointed out that there were no females in the vicinity and that none were likely to be available soon." The reply was annoyingly calm and clinical. "A female is required to initiate our breeding program as none was available it was necessary to create one. Changing Twelve from male to female posed few difficulties. We gained extensive knowledge from your ships medical records and from examining the remains of the one identified as Juarez. The overall architecture is similar and many of the differences are cosmetic. A simple alteration of the chromosomal patterns was sufficient and resulted in a more youthful manifestation. However we now wish to understand my intercourse did not occur." I sat down, stunned, trying to take it all in. I considered telling them to "fuck themselves" but was unsure that given my ignorance of how baby Antanuzi are made that wasn't what they did anyhow. It at least would have taught them a new term for intercourse. As I calmed down I reasoned that mirroring the Antanuzi's clinical style had gained me the most information in the past. "Intercourse does not happen just because a man and a woman are placed in the same room. Even when both parties want to have sex there are usually rituals involved. Some pairings are meant to be temporary and the rituals tend to be less complex. If the pairing is meant to be longer than the conventions tend to be more elaborate. There can be lots of problems too if the expectations of the two are different. "Sex appeal can be a big factor too. If both find the other highly attractive then the process can be accelerated. Sometimes this leads to a more permanent relationship but more often it just scratches a mutual itch." I was completely unsure how much of this the aliens would understand but thinking about sex did distract me from my other concerns. "Are there no other factors," the voice asked, "that encourage intercourse?" I remembered some mandatory human sexuality classes at the academy. "Times of extreme danger or after cessation of high stress will sometimes override the need for foreplay but normally there must be some sort of emotional connection to start with. While all this hypothetical musing is fun you are missing two important points, namely that I am Stone's superior officer and that I remember Jermaine Stone as a man." "These are impediments?" "Big time baby." The hum returned. "We believe we understand." "I'm so glad." my whisper dripping with sarcasm. "Adjustments will be made." +++ I was itchy the whole rest of the day. I had two more cups of coffee before deciding that it was making me fidgety. I tried getting some reading material from the entertainment unit but found myself rereading the same passages over and over. I tried music but couldn't settle on any style that didn't seem to grate at me. I started three-holo movies without watching any to the end. Finally I dragged myself back to the bedroom without expectations of a restful night. It was after I had repositioned my body, flipped and punched at the pillow and generally squirmed about for the tenth time that Jermaine returned. Once more the form was backlit by the open portal. This time no jumpsuit uniform hid the vision before me. She, unmistakably a she, stood with a provocative pose. Her hair was still short but now curled beneath her ears. Her lips had been reddened but no other cosmetic change was evident; none was needed. A lacy white bra pushed up chocolate breasts she further extended by holding her graceful arms behind her back. A trim waist led to ample hips. A red skirt fell only to mid thigh and a slit up one side showed a hint of yellow colored panties. It all sat perched on a pair of well toned legs. "Captain..." She breathed. "Evan I need to have you." She stood there, pure sex-appeal. Neither the fever in my head nor my raging erection was in any position to resist her. I rushed out of bed and embracing her planted a soft kiss at the exposed cleft of her breasts. She rewarded me with a soft gasp. She stepped back slightly and with a deft wiggle of her hips, the barely there skirt slid to the floor. She quickly removed my tented boxers and I followed her lead as she pushed me on the bed. Straddling me she gazed down, gave a sly smile and then reached back to unclip the bra. She let it slide slowly down her arms, teasing me until her hard nipples were fully exposed. She then leaned forward until our mouths met. My hands drifted to her lovely ass as her tongue darted in and out to meet mine. Her hips rocked slightly, my cock trapped against the soft fabric of her panties. Fearing that I would be overcome I flipped her over to her back. My lips paid homage to her breasts but they soon worked their way south until they came to the top of her bikini briefs. I knelt before her as my eager fingers hooked the waistband. She complied my lifting her ass and I slid the panties up her thighs and down to her ankles. Using my shoulders as leverage she pulled herself up, kicked off the panties and then lowered her torso so that the entrance of her pussy met the tip of my shaft. We both moved leisurely until I was fully engulfed. She then set the pace, rocking harder then slower her breasts frequently scraping my chest. Against all my expectations she came first accompanied by a throaty moan and a spasming of her back. I gave her a minute to let her orgasm wash through but my own desires soon won out and I maneuvered her so that she was prone again and I was over her in a more classic position. She gave me a feline smile as she brought her smooth arms around my neck and wrapped her silky thighs almost to my hips. I rode her steadily until the tension of weeks of captivity and shipboard duty disappeared with my release. The spurt sent Gerri over the edge again and we were both able to relax in satisfaction. We lay on our sides, her back to my chest, my right hand sitting flat on her belly. We spoke nothing during the afterglow but as I was just falling asleep she whispered. "Captain, I hate what they've done to me." I was alone again in the morning. The condition of the sheets and a pair of panties trapped beneath my body were evidence that last night had been real. I sat holding my head in both hands as I contemplated last night. I wonder what had come over me. I wondered how I could take advantage of a subordinate. I wondered how I could do it with a man! No in all truth that certainly wasn't a man in my bed last night. Thinking back through the previous day I realized that I had been increasingly horny all day. Certainly Stone actions had been totally contrary to the night before. The only explanation is that the Antanuzi souped us up so that we wouldn't be able to keep off of each other. +++ The aliens did not even try to deny their involvement. "Our conversation yesterday led us to investigate sexual attraction. We learned that human females often signal readiness for intercourse by wearing a minimal amount of clothes. We also discovered an area you neglected to mention; that of artificial stimulation through the use of aphrodisiacs. We determined that most items that claimed to be effective in this area most were useless or worked only as a placebo. Fortunately we were able to modify Twelve's libido directly and you required only a small adjustment to gain your participation. I wasn't sure what stuck me harder: how much they were able to manipulate Stone or how little they needed to effect me. I wanted to tell them that they had no right but they had already summarily dismissed that line of argument. That left defiance. "Well now that I know what you are up to I'll be resisting any efforts towards getting me to violate my engineer again." "That won't be necessary. Experiment Twelve has self-terminated." +++ I feel lower than at any point since the mission began. I have now lost my two most experienced crewmen, people who were as close to friends that being a superior officer permits. I took some solace that Julia died in the line of duty. I was still wracked with guilt that Jermaine had killed himself after being turned into a woman who was fucked by his captain. I have gone over every square inch of my prison again. The equipment remains unyielding, the doors unmoving and the walls impenetrable. My keepers seem to have a power or a technology beyond my ability to counter. Damn, could I use that drink. +++ Unsurprisingly, sleep was elusive last night. I lay awake on the bed with the room at full illumination and had full view of the grand entrance. The portal only Stone had used before suddenly appeared. All that was missing was a fanfare. The marines had arrived. I hear myself say that and it sounds like a rescue. In other circumstances it would be comical. To me it felt like another nail in my coffin. Two identical blondes, hair in matching pigtails, sashayed into the room. Dog tags jingled from their lovely necks. Their well endowed breasts were strained against cutoff marine uniform blouses, the stitched names over those breasts being the only thing to distinguish Alverez from Williams. The bare midriffs, the short pink skirts and the white tennis shoes lacked only a matching set of pompoms to complete the picture. They even looked eighteen. Maybe younger. The two smiled mischievously and shook their chests in unison. I sat up in disbelief as the two took turns popping the buttons of each other's shirt and freeing four oversized boobs. One twin dived onto my bed and wiggled out of her skirt while the other wiggled suggestively in front of me before straddling my lap and thrusting her tits in my face. Tired, depressed and sated from the night before my dick made no response. Frustrated the one on my lap stood up as her now naked twin reached over from behind, nibbled my ear and raked long fingernails down my chest to tease my stubbornly limp member. Clothes were soon everywhere as the two nudes combined to pushed me back on the bed. Remembering my vow to resist I lay stoically and reviewed memorized tables from star charts in my head as the girls fingered themselves, thrust their pussies in my face and finally tried sucking off my dick. Frustrated they gave dual shrieks and rolled off of me. I recovered by briefs and once again abandoned my bed for the evening. The twins had already turned to one other for consolation. I made myself comfortable against the wall and buoyed by a minor victory watched the two gain the mutual satisfaction I had denied them. I even managed a small smile as I imagined altering the ancient slogan "The Few, The Proud, The Bimbos". After four or five bouts of satisfaction the twins finally collapsed and I was able to nod off. +++ The Antanuzi are still unhappy. I've set their mating program back by at least another day. Their protest was once again revealing too. "We have been scanning your recreational recordings and determined that the archetypes represented by Experiment Thirteen constitute a common fantasy among human males. Although intercourse was rarely depicted it was the majority opinion that particularly satisfied look prevalent on the male's faces indicated that a high degree of sexual attraction had occurred." Thirteen, the converted marines hadn't even rated separate numbers. I chuckled, feeling some lightness for the first time in days. I knew there was some soft core porn in our database but it had been many months since I had browsed into that category. I had dated a cheerleader in high school but I had never warmed to idea of doing it with twins. Somehow twins gave me the sense of being outnumbered, of being out of control. I knew the Antanuzi were not far off the mark but I decided to push my ever so slight advantage. "Such things might have worked with earlier humans but modern man has evolved more sophisticated tastes." "As if." I thought. Hummmmmm. +++ Perhaps the Antanuzi think I was helpful to them after all. Perhaps they recognize that I scored a small victory. Maybe it was something else. I have been undisturbed for the last three nights with no communication from the aliens. Best of all I have found a new entry on the food console. The single malt scotch went down so smoothly that I admit to overindulging that night. Since then I have rationed myself to a single glass each evening. Obviously the Antanuzi are learning more about us. Their superior technology will be a grave threat if they ever decide to visit Earth. There has been no sign of the Marine twins. I do not expect them to be harmed as they are, if nothing else, valuable breeding stock. I will sip my drink and try to anticipate the Antanuzi's next move. +++ I guessed wrong. It's been a week since I last heard from the Antanuzi and I have had to fight a sense of boredom. I finished dinner and had gotten my evening drink when the southeast section of the big room suddenly revealed a new portal. My mouth stood open and I almost lost the grip on my glass as my new visitor appeared. The hair was a dead giveaway. Soft red curls fell to her shoulders. Amber colored eyes and a small nose highlighted a face unmarred expect for two small freckles. Her silver earrings matched an oval pendant that lay over a deep blue tunic. The tunic accentuated the curve of her figure and her well formed breasts. A tweed skirt came down to knees supported by well turned calves and low heeled shoes. I had never believed in love at first sight until then. "O'Donnell." It was half a question and half a statement. "Good evening captain." Her pleasure at being recognized was evident in her smile and in her voice. "Please call me Bobbie." I attempted to recover by wits by falling back on manners. "Come in Bobbie. May I get you something?" "Why thank you captain, no. Do you mind if I sit?" I nodded and gestured at the vacant couch. Bobbie glided to her seat smoothing her skirt in an unmistakably feminine gesture. "The Antanuzi allowed me to come here to visit you tonight." "You know about them? They speak to you?" "Yes. I know about how our mission ended. I know about the loss of Julia and Jermaine. I know what the Antanuzi are trying to do here." She stifled a small giggle. "I even know about your night with the twins." I'm sure I blushed. "Do you know what's happened to them?" "Yes, they have been placed in another part of this facility. They've been matched with two of the miners we were sent to find. I understand it is pretty lively over there. I've come to tell you that the Antanuzi have altered the parameters of the project. They will no longer communicate with you directly but will pass along their directives through me." "You're Experiment Fourteen aren't you?" "Yes I am." "And do you remember being my navigator Robert O'Donnell." "Yes, I have his memories but I also have a strong sense of being a woman named Bobbie." I tried to take this all in. "Are you sure you wouldn't like something to drink?" "No thank you. I must go now." She stood. "But I would like very much to have dinner with you tomorrow night." I watched as she turned and went to leave the room by the same egress. The view of her back side was equally dazzling. As she reached the door Bobbie turned and gave me a warm smile. "I'll bring the wine." +++ For once I felt like the Antanuzi were on my side. I slept soundly and woke with a sense of anticipation that I haven't felt in way too many days. I could not remember any favorite dishes of O'Donnell's and I had no idea if Bobbie had the same tastes anyway. I went over the available food items, revising the menu several times and settling on a light salad and a Middle Eastern lamb dish. The dessert menu was limited but did contain a custard treat that was one of my favorites. Captain's privilege. I scrubbed up well, trimmed my nails and shaved closely. My closet opened to reveal not just the usual clean uniform but a pair of dark slacks and a tailored shirt. A black belt and loafers added to my comfortable but stylishly crisp look. Finally I slipped on my academy ring that had been put aside since my arrival. As evening finally arrived I put our dinner order on standby, reduced the room's illumination and went to choose an appropriate selection of music. Satisfied at last I made one last entry and turned around to find Bobbie standing at what I had come to think of as "her" door. Time stopped until my heart gave a loud thump and I started breathing again. Tonight Bobbie's hair was pinned up to reveal a perfectly made up face. The silver jewelry had been replaced with gold versions in the same oval motif. They had been augmented by an engraved bracelet on one wrist and a delicate chain around the opposite ankle. She wore an elegant black evening dress that ended just above her knees and hugged every curve between her waist and neck. Matching black pumps brought her to just short of my own height. "You look very handsome out of uniform Captain Davidson. I hope this wine will be to your liking." She handed me a bottle of red wine that was a perfect compliment to the lamb. "I did not think you could be more lovely than you were last night." I said as I accepted the wine. "Your dress will have me distracted all night. May I pour you some wine?" "How sweet of you to notice. Yes, some wine would be very nice." I went to the galley and initiated the preparation and cooking sequences. I located what is still known as a corkscrew, even though cork had been extinct on Earth for several decades, and two glasses. I opened the wine as Bobbie looked around the room. "The music and lighting are nice but they've done nothing with the walls." As she spoke she went over to a particular section of the wall and placed her hand. Instantly a larger section of the wall lit up with a panorama of various starscapes and exotic nebulae. I was almost too pleased at the change to notice that Bobbie had more access to the alien technology that I did. Dinner proceeded, hours long but too fast from my perspective, as a normal first date. We compared the types of music we enjoyed, places we had been in common as well as some of the out-of-the-way stops the naval service had taken me. We avoided all talk of the mission, the Antanuzi and the other members of the crew. When the last food was eaten, the wine gone and the coffee cups drained Bobbie and I stood and I followed her across the room. As we reached the door she stopped as said. "Thank you for such a wonderful evening." "When can I see you again?" Bobbie leaned over, her lips slightly parted and kissed me gently. "Tomorrow Evan. Tomorrow." +++ I almost want to thank the Antanuzi, almost. Anyway if the Antanuzi don't want to talk to me I don't want to talk to them either. Besides it might mean me having to get out of bed. The day couldn't pass fast enough for me. I decided a holo-movie would be a good second date. I ordered the galley to make sandwiches and I had popcorn on standby. My closet seemed to sense my mood and provided me with light slacks, a polo style shirt and moccasins. To set the mood I programmed the entertainment console to bring up a random selection of movie themes. I imagined an evening sitting closely, queuing up a couple of mushy movies and making out. Then I saw Bobbie. Tonight her hair was down again and had been fluffed out into a fiery halo. The dangling earrings had been replaced with small studs that could have been diamonds. This was set off by slinky red dress and matching high heels. The dress came only to mid-thigh and the fabric shimmered as it moved in the light. I appreciated the view but suddenly felt shabby and out of place. Fortunately Bobbie came to my rescue. "Oh I loved this movie." She responded as she moved into the open space and began moving to the rhythm of the new song. "Come dance with me." I watched her sway for a moment and stepped in to join her. I was tentative and restrained at first but was moving fluidly by the time the song ended. The next selection had a faster tempo. Bobbie had a look of pure joy, her tresses flared out behind her as we skipped and leaped as far apart as our interlaced hands would allow. The electronic dice rolled and brought up a popular theme from a classic romantic holo-movie. Bobbie tucked close for a slow dance and I held her tenderly. I inhaled her perfume, letting the music flow over me and savoring the multiple spots where her body touched mine. "Bobbie." I whispered. "You look so sexy. I just want -" She interrupted me my giving me a deep kiss, teasing me with just a hint of her tongue. "Yes Evan. I want to too." Bobbie made the first move repeating her kiss and then pulling my shirt over my head. I responded by reaching behind to release the short zipper of her dress and slid the straps off her shoulders until the dress pooled at her feet revealing a lacy red bra and matching thong. We each stepped out of our shoes and I lifted Bobbie into my arms carrying her into the bedroom, the picnic and movies forgotten. I placed her back on her feet near the bed. She removed my pants and briefs. The blood rushed to my cock as Bobbie did a slow striptease with her bra and panties. I eased Bobbie down onto the bed and lay beside her. I gazed into her eyes stroking her hair before starting to explore her body with my lips. As I moved towards her chest she raised a nipple towards by mouth. I took it in alternately tickling with my tongue and gently pinching with my teeth. That nipple was soon erect and the other stood tall as I visited it with my fingers, tracing the areola. I relaxed as Bobbie took a turn on top caressing my arms and visiting my own chest with her lips. I rolled her over again and enjoyed her lips once more. This time I moved quickly down to the soft patch of red pubic hair. I reached below to trace her inner thighs. I used my fingers and lips to tease open her thighs. I was rewarded with a soft moan as I blew gently on her clitoris. I used my fingers for better access as I tongued her with enthusiasm. Her breaths came in sharp gasps. "Evan, oh Evan. Now please. Now!" We repositioned. She gently took by erect cock and guided it to her waiting pussy. I entered easily. I made slow motions enjoying the sexy body rocking beneath me. Twice when I sensed she was close I slowed to a near stop. Eventually we both came, her a moment before me. We kissed and petted for half an hour and then slipped together for another round. We fell asleep with her head contently nestled on my chest. Best of all she was still there when I woke up. +++ Life is good. As least as good as it can be in captivity cut off from the rest of the human race. I now have free access between the living and bedrooms. Bobbie is able to leave both rooms through the alternate portals but they stubbornly refuse to work if I am too near. I asked Bobbie what was through there but she just smiled and said, "Girl stuff." We have discussed options for escape but Bobbie seems to lack any extra knowledge of the layout of the facility or any in-depth information on how the Antanuzi technology works. She has not been successful at opening the door that led me to the unchanged crew. She tells me that our keepers are concerned that no conceptions have occurred and she has been questioned as to why. It's their own fault that my lover's knowledge of womanhood is implanted rather than innate. We fill the time with games, movies and bedroom gymnastics. Boy - girl stuff. +++ Something has changed. Bobbie tells me that the Antanuzi have threatened to separate us if she can not become pregnant. They have had no luck with the other converted males either. I have done my part. I'm not willing to lose Bobbie even if it means helping the aliens. Today Bobbie thinks that the Antanuzi have captured another miner. I fear the aliens will force me to share my lover. I am terrified they will take her away all together. +++ The newcomer's name is Tenocken Daggart. Bobbie has not emerged since giving me the news. I have been locked out of my bedroom. I feel like my world is collapsing. I need to --- +++ Thank goodness that Bobbie was able to retrieve my recorder. I have so much to get out that I hardly know where to begin. I suppose I will start at the place where I found out what changed. I woke slowly becoming aware first that I was no longer in the familiar living area and that my beloved was sitting at my side. I noticed a light floral scent in the air. Bobbie noticed as I smiled weakly and placed a soft hand on my shoulder. "Shh, don't try to get up too quickly. You've been through the process." "The process?" A lilting but unfamiliar voice reached my ears. "Yes my dearest. They've changed you into a female." I remember so many things from that moment. The look of mixed concern and amusement on Bobbie's face. The gauzy lilac colored fabric that hung down along three quarters of the arc of the bed. The pastel green covers on the bed that matched the walls of the room and the sensation of being nude underneath. I heard the faint sound of falling water behind me and I remember feeling at peace. When I did put aside the top sheet and sit up I looked down and thought I was going to very pleased with my legs. As a man I had always admired great legs. Bobbie reached over to help me and I bounced up with unfamiliar lightness. "You might as well take a look." I gained my sense of balance in the three steps as she led me to a full-length oval mirror. Rich dark hair, appropriate to my Welch ancestry, fell to my shoulders and I enjoyed its silky caress as I walked. My eyes remain a deep brown but are accented with long lashes and thin brows. My nose is adequate and I felt that my lips can be improved. The overall look of my face reminded me of some of by female relatives. I traced the line of my throat where I once had an Adam's apple. I admired my longish fingers despite the too short nails. I turned at last to my breasts, which stood firm and feminine. They are a little larger that Bobbie's but smaller noticablely than Gerri and the twins. I turned sideways to view the curve of my waist and the swell of my hips. Bobbie got great amusement when I mentioned that I thought that my butt was big. I at last confirmed that I had well formed dancer's legs. My legs and my hair are definitely my best features. Bobbie, now a half a head taller, came up behind me. The robe she held up was they same shortie style she wore except that mine matched the lilac color of the bed curtains while hers reminded of a ripe peach. I allowed her to slip the robe over my arms and onto my shoulders. "What's the verdict?" she asked as I tied the robe. I smiled demurely. "I think I'm the second most beautiful woman in this room." Bobbie laughed, fixed my hair so it was now outside my robe and then kissed my neck. "Oh I disagree." +++ I followed Bobbie's pretty tush as she showed me around. Four bedrooms, each with its own pastel theme, sit two at a side. Only the room opposite where I woke, in Bobbie's peach color, show signs of occupation. Bobbie stopped at one of the large bathrooms separating each pair of bedrooms. The bathroom features a large vanity and mirror combination. There is a big shower stall but the roomy sunken tub dominates, a large stacks of fluffy towels situated in between. Shelves of bottles and assorted containers fill numerous shelves. There is a clean smell to the room and the floors fairly sparkle. Consistent with the other rooms there are no corners or sharp edges evident. I could imagine a woman happily dying here. Spotting the commode I sat down to pee for the first time in female fashion. As I completed I was cleansed below by a light mist then drier by gentle puffs of air. My groin tingled pleasantly. As we resumed down the hall it occurred to me that at no time since awaking had I felt any sense of dislocation from wearing a woman's body. My long hair swayed, my unrestrained breasts jiggled and my hips swayed. None of these sensations are familiar but neither are they uncomfortable. What I now think of as the woman's quarters has its own galley station and kitchenette. Bobbie pointed out the blank wall opposite the galley noting it as the portal to our common area. I recognized it as the only truly blank wall space I had seen so far. Electronic murals of the type Bobbie had shown me earlier and flower arrangements were omnipresent. My fellow changeling made a quick request of the galley and two dark nutrition shakes popped out in tall glasses. Handing me one she said, "Here. Chocolate turns out to be one of the top-best things about being a woman." I looked at her quizzically. I had had chocolate before. I sipped it tentatively followed by a larger gulp. A feeling of invigoration and well being flowed from my throat to my toes and then back again. Bobbie passed me a napkin that I used to dab my mouth clean. She held up her other hand and flashed a wry smile. "Straw?" Our breakfast drinks gone Bobbie got up and took my hand and let me around a corner to the largest room so far. "You've probably figured out that anxieties about being changed have been dampened but still there are some things for which you'll need to adapt as soon as possible. As your teacher I've decided that you should spend your first day as a women trying on clothes. Welcome to the mall." Festooned about the room are collections of racks, armoires and chests holding dresses, tops, skirts and shoes. There is a large selection of lingerie in every style. A slightly smaller area displayed rings, pendants, bracelets and earrings. "Wearing pretty outfits," Bobbie explained, "is another top-best thing about being a woman." Bobbie dove right in picking out things for me to try. Before long I was actively participating, learning what showed off my figure, what went well with my complexion and what seemed to emphasize the sheen in my hair. Getting fully into the spirit of the day I even dared to made suggestions for things I wanted to see Bobbie wear. I browsed the selection of pants but Bobbie led me away. "You already know how to wear those." I did eventually try on a pair of Capri pants and at one point we had a friendly contest to see who could squeeze into the tightest, skimpiest pair of shorts. "I suppose," I said offhandedly as I modeled what seemed like my fifty- fifth outfit, a long skirt printed with large tropical flowers and a powder blue halter that exposed my naval. "that I am Experiment Fifteen, or is it Sixteen?" "No." she said casting a critical eye at the outfit but ultimately looking satisfied. "You are Experiment Eleven." That the Antanuzi had been manipulating me long before the gender changing commenced confirmed many of my suspicions. Bobbie reached to my skirt once more and made a slight adjustment to how it sat on my hips. "There you go Eleven. I mean Evan. Oh I know. You should be Evelyn now." "Oh," I said in mock annoyance, "so you get a name that sounds like a boy's except for the spelling and I get a girly-girl name?" "All complaints should be made in person at our office on Neptune." She quoted. "Never mind." I pulled her in for a hug. "I like being Evelyn." When we were sated at last Bobbie led me to one last room containing an impossibly large spa tub. The water was pleasantly warm as we entered and heated up after as Bobbie passed her hand over a control pad. Another pass started the water jets and the introduced scented crystals. Bobbie settled in. "This is another top-best thing about being a woman." "How many top-best things about being a woman are there?" She handed me a soft spongy pad. "Oh, dozens." I emulated my tub mate and used the pad to gently lave my arms. I washed by breast lingering extra long. I made a quick pass through my inner thighs but I decided to save that "top-best thing about being a woman" for another time. +++ It's fun being a girl with no responsibilities, like being on vacation. My relationship with Bobbie has definitely changed trading one form of intimacy for that of sisters. I knew it couldn't last but I wanted to savor it as long as possible. I has almost forgotten about our mysterious miner. I knew the trouble with Daggart had started when Bobbie came to breakfast with a fat lip. The biggest of her bruises was blue and purple already but at least the lip was the only injury to her face. I ordered ice for the swelling and hustled her into the spa. After gently toweling her dry I fixed her French Onion soup and applied salve to the worst of the bruises. "Thanks mom." She smiled weakly. She was at last ready to talk. Daggart turns out to be a classic loner. An independent miner with a misogynistic streak that probably stems from the fact that most of his contact with humanity comes at Jackson's Station, a miner's outpost where other than the military most of the women actually are whores. I asked Bobbie why she went and she replied that the Antanuzi weren't allowing her a choice. I waited up for her after that amazed that 'Mr. Wham-Bam Thank-you- Maam' would take so little time with such a beautiful woman. He was less abusive after the first night as Bobbie was less resistant. Hot cocoa turned out to be the perfect medicine after that. Always in the back of my mind was the notion that he would soon tire of her and I'd be next. +++ I did not enjoy my first time having sex with a man; nor the second. After soldering through three more nights with Daggart Bobbie came to me and told me it was my turn. "Eve, he wants the 'new' girl". Newer than you know buster, I thought. "If you don't think you can do it I'll go instead and see if he notices." I knew I couldn't let her do that after seeing the results of his temper. "No. Just help me find something to wear." We went to the mall and settled on a black dress similar to the one Bobbie wore on our first date. "At least it was lucky for me." She explained. "Me too." I thought. "Best of luck." She said as she kissed me on the cheek. "At least it should be over quickly." She led me to the end of the hall between the first bedrooms where a portal opened to a small chamber. This fit the igloo shaped description Stone had given me what seemed ages ago. The next portal led directly to my former bedroom. Daggart sat half naked on the bed. Having summoned he was expecting me. "'Bout time." He grunted. This was my first encounter with a man since waking up female. His size and his male musk left me slightly dizzy and weak kneed. An urge to run welled up as he barked at me but I was totally unable to summon the will to disobey. "Strip! Get on the bed." It took me a moment to reach my zipper with my trembling hands. At last the dress came down, my bra and panties quickly followed. I crawled meekly onto the bed lying on my back. My legs parted slightly as Daggart dropped his pants, hovered over me and used his knees to open my legs fully. Although terrified I still reacted to the size and proximity of his large cock with a slight wetness inside my pussy. There was pain however as he first moved to impale me and again as he ripped through my hymen. As promised by Bobbie it was quickly over. Daggart pulled out. He pulled his pants back up and brusquely proclaimed, "Dress sexier next time." I gathered my clothes and not wishing to delay carried them in my arms. Semen dripped down my thighs as scurried back to the women's sanctuary. Bobbie had the good sense not to try and talk with me that night. She had waited for me at the first portal. Taking the clothes she led me to a shower. I stood numbly as she handed me the soap, directed me to scrub my legs and began working shampoo into my hair. Physically clean I was dried off, given a funny tasting drink and hustled me into my bed. We talked it out the next morning. The analgesic drink Bobbie had given me had dulled the soreness between my legs. It took me longer to recount what had happened to me than the time I was with Daggart. Bobbie sat next to me, a reassuring hand on mine and nodded in sympathy as my description gushed out. I spoke of my feelings of humiliation especially at not being able to resist. I told her I was afraid of being summoned again. "He's a big boy." I finished, emphasizing "big." "Yeah, even his little boy is a big boy." Her joke almost pulled my attention back to the present. "I was afraid of something like this. The Antanuzi tweaked your new body so you'd be very submissive sexually." This got my full attention and explained a lot. How else had I been tweaked? "I guess just not every woman gets such a tender lover for her first time." I smiled at her allusion to my former self. "At least you'll know more of what to expect. Besides next time I think we can lube that pretty pussy of yours before hand." The picture in my mine was vulgar but it surprised me enough to laugh. "Now let's go try on some outfits and see if we can find something sexy enough to tame the beast." I let her lead me by the hand down the hall. The summons came at the usual time. After much searching of the wardrobes, putting on, taking off and not a little vamping by the two us we had settled on a pink micro skirt, lacy white panties and a white mesh halter. I used the brightest red lipstick I could find and added dangling earrings. "I'd do you." Bobbie said as we collapsed into each other's arms laughing. Just before leaving I made a discrete application of a lubricating jelly we had found in a medicine locker. I tried to act confident as I reentered the bedroom but the sight of the naked miner, in full salute, hit me like I had walked into a wall. I stood frozen, all pretense of confidence lost. "Better." It was the closest thing to a tender statement I'd gotten from him. "Turn around." I shook off my paralysis and presented him with my backside. One hand on my waist the other on a shoulder he bent me forward till my head was below my knees and my butt was exposed beneath my skirt. The ends of my hair scraped the floor as my skirt was flipped up, my panties pulled down to my ankles. Daggart entered me from behind. If he appreciated the smoother passage into my pussy he made no comment. Once again I mustered no resistance. I concentrated not on the rough hands holding my hips but rather of the funny sensation of my swaying breasts. I heard a well satisfied grunt and it was over. Two times and still no orgasm. Daggart dismissed me with a slap to my fanny. My panties were still around my ankles and I crow hopped a couple of steps before pulling them up. I peeked over my shoulder by he did not even watch me leave the room. +++ "We both have the night off." Bobbie gushed. "He found your supply of scotch and drank himself into la-la land." "I hope he drowns in his own vomit." I spat the words before remembering that Tenocken Daggart was just as much a victim of the Antanuzi as we are. "Anyway it deserves a celebration." "A girl party." "A pajama party!" Now where did I pull that one from? We both laughed. Bobbie ran off to change first. I went to the galley unit to coax out a pizza. When I returned with my own party wear she giggled in approval then studied the wine selection menu. "Wine's ok." I said as I looked over her shoulder. "But see if it can make Daiquiris." "What's that?" I explained the mixology of the frozen cocktail as Bobbie's hands flew over the programming interface. We started with strawberry and got creative from there. We piled cushions on the floor and toasted to our night off. Bobbie had selected a hunter green teddy that made her red hair look irresistible. Being in a playful mood I wore a candy pink baby doll outfit. We attacked the pizza, laughed at Daggart's various shortcomings, real and imagined, and took turns going to the food unit to call up more drinks. As I lay back with a pleasant buzz I noticed Bobbie making a long visual scan up the length of my body. "You know Captain." She finally said. "You make a really great woman." I rolled on my side to look at her. What does one say to that? "So do you Ensign." "Yeah. I mean no. Oh what I mean is..." I was now up on my knees looking directly at Bobbie. "What I really mean is that first you were my Captain and I was in awe of you. Then you were this gentleman officer handling me line fine porcelain. Then you everything I could have asked for as a bed partner. When I found out that they had made you into a girl I was afraid; I was terrified - that I wouldn't like you." "O'Donnell," I said softly after thinking a moment. "I know you were new to the Gyrfalcon but you had a presence on our ship as soon as you came aboard. The way that Juarez and Stone accepted you into the crew speaks more that you'll ever know. I saw a lot of myself as a young ensign in you and I was very pleased to have you as my navigator." I paused for a deep breath. "When you walked through that door as Bobbie my whole world flipped. I'm sorry I never told you. I was afraid that I would break the spell. I fell in love with you that very moment. I'm still in love with you. It's just that I wasn't sure you would want me like this either." Bobbie took over. Running both hands through my long hair she tilted my head up and leaned in for a long soft kiss. I again offered no resistance but this time there was no desire to even try. She brought her hands down and slipped the top off my shoulders. Using my breasts as handles, thumbs on my nipp