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Author's note: For those of you wondering where Arkham is, it sprang from the imagination of H.P.Lovecraft, one of the greatest horror writers. The characters in this story were borrowed mainly from Dreams in the Witch-House, written by Lovecraft and published in 1932. I apologize for borrowing Lovecraft's characters without being able to borrow his talent, but we work with the talents we're given. That said - I hope you enjoy! Kate Baptista Walter Gilman awoke screaming from another bad dream, bathed in sweat. As he sat upright, he heard a pounding on his door. "Walter." It was his friend and fellow student at Miskatonic University, Frank Elwood. "Walter? Walter!" Walter stumbled out of bed, wrapped himself in his robe, and fumbled for his glasses on the table. He pushed his fingers through his wildly disarrayed jet black hair and let Frank in. "Another bad dream?" Frank asked. Walter nodded his head and collapsed heavily into a chair. Frank sat down in a chair next to the table of the sparsely furnished room Walter rented in the old Witch-house. He regarded Walter with concern. "I came here hoping to find a means to inter-dimensional travel," Walter said in a low, tired voice. "I deliberately asked for the room that the witch Keziah Mason had back in the 1600s, hoping that I could tap into her energies. But instead I have bad dreams." "I knew it was a bad idea to move here," Frank said. "We should have stayed in the dorm." Walter waved this away. "You just thought you stood a better chance of getting laid if we stayed in the dormitory." Frank blushed. He was an attractive young man, blonde hair and blue eyes, with a quick, easy smile. But he was painfully shy around women, and was still a virgin. "Would that be a bad thing?" Frank asked. "I'm a senior in college and I've never slept with a woman." He sniffed. "It was the usual dreams?" "Even more unusual than ever," Walter said. "Oh, it was the usual, loathsome, creeping, horrible things. But this time -" He looked Frank in the eye. "I saw Keziah." "Keziah!" Frank said. "Really! What was she like?" "Nothing like you would expect. Or, rather, what I expected. She was quite beautiful, with long red hair and lovely blue eyes. She was dressed in some gauzy dress, something that showed more than it hid. She had a small statue that she gave to me. It was silver, with strange figures carved in the base. It was -" Walter stopped, and stared at his bed. "Walter, what is it?" "It's right here!" He picked up something from the bedclothes and held it out to Frank. Frank took the statuette from his hand. It seemed to emanate evil, and his skin crawled at touching it. "It's hideous! What are these figures?" Walter took the statuette and examined it. "Some of them are the creatures of my dreams. Others I don't recognize. And as I look at it, it's not silver at all. It feels greasy and cold." "And evil," Frank added. "And evil," Walter agreed. "But what could this be made of?" "We'll take it to Professor Ellery tomorrow. He could do some chemical testing. Tonight though, stay in my room. I'll spend the night on the couch. You need to get some sleep. You look awful." Frank stood up and regarded himself in the mirror. He was always a little pale, but his skin looked almost ashen, making his dark eyes look even darker. He never thought of himself as handsome, although women had told him he was, but he had never thought of himself as scary looking either. Right now, he looked almost scary. "Yes, all right," he said, and followed Frank out of the room. The next day, Professor Ellery was excited to see the statuette. "I have to do some testing," he said, peering over his glasses, his balding scalp shining in the fluorescent lights. "But I think I may have seen something like this before. Yes, I may have." He wandered back into his laboratory without another word. Frank and Walter received word the next day to visit Professor Ellery in his laboratory. He was involved with an experiment, but he turned off the Bunsen burner when he saw them and motioned them to follow. On a table in the back laid the statuette. "This," Ellery gestured at it without touching it, "seems to be constituted of traces of platinum, iron, and tellurium, along with three other elements I cannot identify. The structure of these elements seems alien." "Alien as in strange, Professor?" Frank asked. "No, no," he said impatiently. "Alien as in not of this earth." They stood in silence for a moment, regarding the object on the table. "But," Ellery reached into a drawer under the table and pulled out something wrapped in cloth, "slthough I cannot identify the elements, that doesn't mean I haven't seen them before." Unwrapping it, he removed a small cylinder and set it on the table next to the statuette. "What's that?" Walter asked, picking it up, and felt the same sense of dread emanating from the cylinder as the statuette. He turned it over and set it down. "Aside from being a cylinder?" Ellery asked. "Nothing, except, that it may have been created by the Mi-Go." "What is the Mi-Go?" Frank asked, keeping his distance from both objects. "Supposedly, they are a race of extraterrestrials who have been mining the earth for many years. There is no proof of this, of course, I've never seen them. I don't know of anyone who has. I only know of one person who knows anything about them - do you know Albert Wilmarth?" "Oh yes," Frank said. "He's an instructor in literature; he used to tell us about some of the local myths." "Yes, I believe this is just another myth. But if you're interested, you may talk to him. Now, if you will please remove this...thing. Having one sample of this is quite enough." He wrapped the cylinder in the cloth and put it away again. That night Walter had another bad dream. As he recounted it to Frank, he said, "Keziah was there again, taunting me, teasing me. It was torture to be around her." "Why, Walter?" Walter looked uncomfortable, "She's so desirable, so sexual. But I can sense how evil she is, and it makes it worse to feel an attraction to...." Walter trailed off, and dropped his face into his hands. "Walter, I'm not sure how much longer you can stand this. You're not sleeping, and getting thinner everyday. There must surely be something we can do." Walter raised his head. "She did say that there was a way, but it didn't make any sense." "What was it?" "She said I needed to find her. It makes no sense, I was looking right at her, why would I need to find her?" Frank snapped his fingers, "That's it, find her! Or maybe something about her? But not in the dimension of dreams, in real life." Walter seemed dubious. "And how would we find her? I'm staying in her old room, what else could I do?" "The statuette, Walter," Frank stood and started pacing excitedly. "Yes, that must be the key. Why else would she send it back with you? That must be the way to find her." Walter looked off into space. "The statuette," he said slowly. Simultaneously, Frank and Walter said, "Albert Wilmarth!" They looked for him in his office, but he wasn't in. They had just turned to leave when Wilmarth, tall, thin and graying, walked down the hallway towards them. "Dr Wilmarth, can we talk to you?" "Yes, of course, Frank isn't it? You were in my class last semester." "Yes, sir, and this is Walter Gilman." Wilmarth unlocked his office and let them in. "Walter Gilman, yes, I believe I've heard of you ? aren't you working on a line of study combining mathematics and magic? I heard one of your instructors talking about it." "Yes, sir, in a way," Walter replied. "I believe, based on my work in Euclidean calculus and quantum physics, that transdimensional travel is possible. Some people might call that magic." "Fascinating," Wilmarth said. "We really must discuss this sometime. But I can see you are two gentlemen with a purpose." "Dr. Wilmarth," Walter began. "I understand you might be familiar with this." Walter handed him the statuette, Wilmarth looked at it. "No, I don't believe..." After taking it in his hand, he dropped it on his desk, and wiped his hand on his coat. "You might have warned me." He sat down and regarded them. "Yes, well, sit down, sit down. I guess I do have a familiarity with this, this," he waved at it, "material." "And the Mi-Go?" Walter asked. Wilmarth regarded him for a moment. "Young man, you have no idea what you're dealing with here. The potential for danger is very great." "I am not asking frivolously, doctor," Walter said. "It may literally be a matter of life and death," Frank put in. Wilmarth waved his hand. "All right, suppose you explain to me what's going on, and how you came by this...abomination." When they had finished, Wilmarth said, "So you think these dreams may be more than dreams? And that you need to find this, Keziah? The connection seems a bit tenuous, especially for the risks you would be taking." He stood and walked to the window, staring into the darkening sky. "I believe that it cost one man, Henry Akeley, his life. I'm still not sure that Mi- Go exist, but I believe that there are dangerous people who think they need to protect them. Yes, what Professor Ellery told you was essentially correct, the Mi-Go are reputed to be extraterrestrials, who conduct mining operations here on earth, searching for certain ores that are found only on the Dark Mountain in Vermont. They have an obvious need to keep their operations secret, and they enlist the locals to help them. I wouldn't go there if I were you." "I need to try," Walter said. Wilmarth searched Walter's face. "Yes, I suppose you do. Very well, I know that the Mi-Go are somewhere near the old Akeley farm, about midway up Dark Mountain, just North of Townshend, Vermont." Walter and Frank stood to go. "Godspeed, gentlemen," Wilmarth said shaking their hands and showing them out of the office. After they had left, Wilmarth sat back behind his desk. "Godspeed," he said to himself. "You will certainly need his help." Early the next morning they threw some camping equipment into the car and headed for Vermont. They arrived in the late afternoon. After checking the phone directory and finding no listing for Akeley, they decided to try asking at the post office. The post master had to check his list. "Akeley, Akeley, yes, here it is. It's about 4 miles along rural route 29. I remember it now. That place has been deserted for a couple of years, ever since the owner disappeared." "Disappeared?" Frank asked. "How?" "Well, as I recall, he hadn't been getting on well with his neighbors, but they never could prove anything. He left without a trace. You'll be lucky if you can find the place, it's probably pretty overgrown. It will be on the right hand side of the road, look for it right after you pass the old Lovecraft house." Walter and Frank took the bumpy road up the side of Dark Mountain. It was easy to see where the place had gotten its name. Woods grew thickly over its slopes, and the countryside seemed in perpetual twilight. They had to back track several times, but then finally found the entrance. The mail box had fallen over in the tall grass, but the name was still clear. At the end of the driveway, the house was in total disrepair, much more so than would have been expected from a house left alone only a few years. They opted to sleep out under the stars, since they weren't sure that the floor of the house would fall out from under them, or if the ceiling would come crashing down on them. They hadn't spoken much through the trip. As they sat around a small fire, Walter finally said, "Maybe this isn't such a good idea. I have no idea how to continue, no idea what will happen. And, if something happens, if it will be for the better." Frank tossed another stick into the fire. "Walter, I think we're here for a reason ? a good reason. It's going to work itself out. In the meantime, it's been a long day." Frank unrolled his blankets and laid down with his back to the fire. After a few minutes, Walter did the same. The dreams reached Walter even here. He saw Keziah, standing beside the fire, beckoning to him. His blood ran hot at the sight of her, her perfect body, almost naked, gleaming in the firelight. But, his dreams always took place in some other dimension, this was happening here, as if it was real. "Frank!" Walter called out. "Frank! Wake up!" Keziah gave a mocking smile, "Do we need him? Do you think you're not enough for me?" Frank seemed to stir a little. Walter rushed to the other side of the fire and shook him. "Frank, wake up!" Keziah laughed tauntingly. "Yes Frank, do wake up!" "What? What is it?" Frank asked. "Look," Walter pointed. "Keziah!" "Keziah?" Frank blinked at the figure standing on the other side of the slowly dieing fire. She was just as Walter had described, beautiful, red- haired, dressed in some gauzy fabric that hardly hid anything. She seemed to radiate a sensual energy. "Yes, Frank, Keziah, pleased to meet you," she said, laughing again. "How?" Frank asked. "I don't know," Walter replied. "I just woke up and she was here." "But darling, I'm hurt!" She pretended to pout. "And I thought you came looking for me!" Suddenly her look hardened. "Oh, enough of this, come to me Walter!" Walter started to move towards her, drawn to her. "Walter, no!" Frank said. Walter willed himself to stop. He couldn't take his eyes from Keziah. "Oh very well," she said. "Then I will come to you." She walked toward Walter, who stood frozen, unwilling to approach, unable to flee. Frank started to scramble to his feet, but was too slow. Keziah was next to Walter, then, she took another step, and walked into Walter! Her body seemed to merge into his. Frank could see her shorter shape sticking out of Walter. Then she spun in place and put her body in the same position as Walter's. Frank could no longer see her. Walter fell to his knees and let out a groan. Frank ran to him, "Walter, what is it? What's happening?" "I..don't...know." Walter forced the words out through his clenched teeth. "Oh, it hurts!" he moaned again, falling on his side. Frank fell to his knees and watched, helpless, as his friend's body convulsed. Then it started to change! His body got smaller in his clothes, then pushing against them in a very unmasculine way. Walter's hips widened, dangerously straining his pants, and his chest expanded, with what seemed like breasts, popping a button from his shirt. "Oooh!" Walter groaned again. His voice was changing, cracking like an adolescent. Then the hair on his head started to grow at an amazing rate, changing color until it was the lustrous red of Keziah's hair. The hair fell across Walter's face. He let out one more sound, a moan, in a soft, throaty, feminine voice. Frank rolled Walter over. His face was Keziah's face! Up close, her beauty was almost overpowering, with a perfect, pale complexion and full, sensual lips. "Walter?" Frank asked. "Walter, is that still you? Are you all right?" Walter seemed to be in a dream world, floating. "You're uncomfortable," he heard a voice say, Keziah's voice. "Your clothes are constricting you ? you can't breathe, you can't move." "Can't breathe!" Walter mumbled. Frank leaned close, "What?" "Can't breathe!" Walter said again, never opening his eyes. "Clothes too tight!" Walter pulled ineffectively at his buttons. Frank watched, afraid for his friend. Walter seemed almost to be in a trance, like a sleep walker. He obviously was in discomfort, though. Frank unbuttoned Walter's shirt, revealing the cotton undershirt underneath. As soon as it was unbuttoned, Walter's flailing hands managed to pull the shirt open. Walter's breast pulled his sleeveless t-shirt tight. Frank couldn't help but stare. The breasts were magnificent, large and firm, with erect nipples pushing against the tight fabric. Frank felt his pulse quicken. Now Walter was fumbling with his pants, "Too tight," Walter moaned. "Can't move!" Frank hardly trusted himself to touch Walter again, but he had to help. He unbuckled Walter's belt and unzipped his fly. Walter, in his dream state, tried to push the pants off, but couldn't. At that moment, Frank wanted more than anything to help Walter remove his pants, to see what other changes had happened, but to want that seemed wrong! But to not help.... Frank went to work untying Walter's shoes, and tried to pull the pants down from the ankles. Walter's hips were too wide, and the pants wouldn't pull down. Frank started working the waist of the pants past Walter's hips, being careful to pull the underwear back in place. Finally, the pants were off. "Still too tight!" Walter said. "Help me?" There was only one thing that could still be tight now. The underwear peeled slowly over Walter's hips, and down his long smooth legs. Frank tried not to look, but he couldn't take his eyes away from the area between Walter's legs. Frank finally pulled the now too long undershirt over Walter bottom, hiding the V of his legs. Walter seemed more comfortable now. Frank stood to get Walter's blanket from the other side of the fire. In his dream, Walter could now see Keziah. She stood in front of him, wearing only what looked like a man's undershirt. "Give me your hands, Walter." She took Walter's hands and placed them on her breasts. Her breasts felt wonderful, so soft, yet firm; and her nipples seemed to get even larger as Walter rubbed them. Keziah moaned softly. Frank was just coming back with the blanket when Walter started to move. Frank watched, transfixed, as Walter's beautiful hands kneaded his breasts. Walter's body squirmed, and he let out a low moan. Keziah took one of Walter's hands and moved it down between her legs. "Feel me Walter, feel my pussy, feel how hot it is, how wet it is." She moaned louder as Walter put his finger inside her, then fingers. "Yes Walter," she said, guiding his hand with hers. "Just like that. Move your hand just like that." Frank couldn't believe what he was seeing. Walter was, well, masturbating! He was moaning and squirming, his fingers sliding between his legs. "Yes, oh yes, yes!" Walter heard Keziah say in his dream. Her body shuddered under his hands, his hand was wet and sticky with her fluids. She took his hand from between her legs and put it in her mouth, licking between his fingers. "Yes, oh yes, yes!" Walter moaned, his body arching in passion. Frank had thought that the erection that was threatening to tear from his pants couldn't get any harder, but it did. Then Walter's body relaxed to the ground, and Frank watched while Walter took the dripping hand from between his legs and slowly licked it, taking each finger in his mouth. Walter dropped the hand across his chest and laid still. Frank walked over to him, looking down at the beautiful face, the eyes closed. Walter's beautiful chest still heaved from the climax, his breasts moving hypnotically, and his pussy, uncovered, legs wide apart, gleamed and dripped in the firelight. Frank could smell Walter, the sharp smell of sex. He felt the urge to fall upon Walter, and put his pulsing erection deep into Walter's dripping pussy. But Frank couldn't take advantage of Walter like that, so he dropped the blanket, and extricated his almost painful erection from his pants. With the visual stimulation of Walter's incredible body in front of him, and the heady aroma of Walter's sex in his nostrils, Frank took only moments to climax, dropping his seed on the ground next to Walter's prone body. Frank stuffed himself with difficulty back into his pants, and covered Walter's body with a blanket. Walter looked peaceful now, as if he were sleeping. Frank threw some more wood on the fire and went back to his own blankets, wrapped himself up in them, and fell into a fitful sleep. The next morning Frank awoke to find Walter had thrown off his blanket and laid there with his undershirt pulled up to expose his breasts. Walter was still asleep when Frank walked over to him, and as Frank looked down on him, he could still smell the strong, arousing aroma coming from Walter. Frank thought again about taking Walter by force, then thought about masturbating again, but was stopped when Walter started to stir. "Walter," Frank said. Walter opened his eyes and blinked at the daylight. There seemed to be something hanging in his face, and he brushed at it with his hand. It was hair, long hair, how could that be? Walter propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at himself. He had breasts! And he was smooth between his legs! And he was practically naked! He grabbed the blanket lying nearby and pulled it over him. "What happened?" Frank sat down beside him. "I'm not sure, Walter. You are Walter, aren't you?" "Who else would I be?" Walter asked. "Oh, I see - good question. Yes, I'm Walter. But how did this happen? And what happened? Why am I naked?" "Well, as to what happened, I can't say. One moment Keziah was standing next to you, then she was standing inside you, then you changed." Frank looked away into the distance. Walter's eyes were now icy shade of blue, compelling and challenging. Frank was afraid he would lose himself in them. "As to why you're naked, well, last night you were complaining that your clothes didn't fit, the only thing you seemed able to wear was your undershirt. I covered you up with a blanket last night, but this morning you had thrown everything off." Walter thought for a moment, "I guess I knew some of that, but I thought it was all a dream. Keziah came to me in my dream and she..." A blush suffused Walter's cheeks as he remembered his dream. "Frank, did I do anything, anything, well..." "It wasn't you Walter. It was Keziah." "She tricked me Frank, I feel so dirty and used." Walter felt like crying. But Walter had never cried, at least, not since he was a child. He wasn't going to start now. He realized he had a need to relieve himself. "Could you help me up, Frank?" Frank helped Walter to his feet, as Walter clutched the blanket around him. "Frank, did you notice if there was an outhouse here?" "There was one, but it fell in on itself years ago." "Well, the woods will have to do, then." Walter found a place behind some bushes and opened the blanket to urinate. He soon realized, when it started to run down his leg, that his normal method wouldn't work. He draped the blanket over the bush and squatted. It was just one embarrassment after another. "Your body is far from embarrassing," he heard Keziah's voice in his head. "In fact, you found it quite beautiful before, and very pleasurable last night." "What have you done to me?" Walter demanded. "Walter, are you all right?" Frank called. "Who are you talking to?" Walter realized that Frank couldn't hear the voice of Keziah in his head, "I'm fine, I'll be done in a minute," he called back. Then, in a whisper, "What have you done to me?" "I've given you an amazing gift," Keziah said. "I have given you a gorgeous, responsive, body and great power. You are irresistible to men." "I don't want to be irresistible to men!" "I don't believe that's true. Think now, about Frank waiting out there, think about what it would feel like to have him touch you, caress your breasts, run his hands through your hair." Walter started getting quite warm, especially between his legs. As Keziah spoke, he seemed to have no choice but to picture what she said. "Touch your nipples now." "I won't!" Walter said. "Oh but you will." Walter's hand moved without his bidding to gently squeeze his breast and nipple. "I can make you do anything, but I prefer to have you enjoy this. I'm sharing this body with you, but I don't have to, I can take it over completely." Walter's breast was so sensitive; it tingled as he stroked it. "It feels even better if you do both., Keziah said. Walter wasn't certain that his hand was forced this time, but it found its way to his other breast. He closed his eyes; it felt like there was an electric charge shooting from his erect nipples into his body. He moaned softly. "And now, picture Frank doing this for you." Walter did, and redoubled his efforts, and moaned again. "Walter?" Frank's voice was quite close. He was just on the other side of the bush. "I heard you making noise." Walter snapped out of it. "NO!" he said firmly. "No what, Walter?" Frank asked. "I won't do it!" Walter hissed between his teeth. "Fine," Keziah answered in his head. "Then I will." "You won't do what?" Frank asked. "I'm just having difficulties figuring out, well, what to do," Keziah answered, stepping out from behind the bush. "This is all pretty new to me, after all." "No!" Walter screamed in her head. "What are you doing?" "I'm doing what you won't do," Keziah thought back at him. "Now, you can be quiet and enjoy the trip, or I will do away with you completely!" Suddenly, Walter felt himself unable to speak, even in his own head. He could only watch. The sight of Walter standing there, wearing only a thin undershirt, his nipples completely erect, was more than Frank could bear. He turned away. "How do you feel?" he asked. "As well as could be expected." Keziah walked around Frank and headed back to the camp. She could feel his eyes on her as she walked. "I don't feel sick, just different." She turned and put her hand on her hip, regarding Frank as he approached. "Very, very different." Keziah sighed and sat down on a log. "Frank, I don't know what to do, how to get back to what I was. This body is so...distracting." Frank thought that was an understatement. He sat down next to her on the log, and stared into the woods. He didn't have to look at her to desire her. He felt an energy emanating from her. "Frank," she said, finally. "There's something about this body I'm having a very hard time controlling. I seem to have this need, like an obsession. I remember that dream, that dream where I ... touched myself. I keep feeling like I have to do it again! But it's confusing, and wrong, and ...." Keziah started to cry softly. Frank looked over at her. "It's OK," he said, touching her shoulder. She turned to him and hid her head on his chest. He put his arms around her and felt her flesh through the thin fabric. When she had turned, the shirt had pulled up, exposing more of her long legs. He could feel the pressure of her breasts against the side of her body. He thought about her last night in the firelight, massaging her breasts, her hand between her legs. He realized his reaction must be visible, "It's confusing to me, as well. You are so beautiful now." Keziah sniffed and looked up into his face, "Am I?" Suddenly Frank was kissing her. Frank stopped abruptly and jumped up, turning his back to Keziah. "I'm sorry, Walter, I don't know what came over me." Keziah stood up and touched his back. The feeling of her warm hands was electric. "It's all right Frank. I think I wanted you to do that." Keziah walked around to stand in front of Frank. "I'm sure I can't stop myself any longer. If you need to go somewhere else, I'll understand." Stuffed into the back of his own head, watching and feeling everything that was going on, Walter wished desperately that Frank would walk away. But to resist Keziah may have been impossible. "These just feel so good," Keziah said, rubbing her nipples. "You know, it would make me feel less self conscious if you would do it?" She gently took Frank's hands and put them on her breasts. Frank rubbed them softly. She pulled the left strap of her underwear top down, exposing her breasts. Frank started massaging her naked breast. She pulled Frank's head down to her nipple, and Frank sucked on it greedily. Keziah pulled the other strap off her shoulder and pushed the undershirt down off her breasts. "Yes, oh yes," She moaned. She unbuttoned Frank's shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. Frank struggled to pull the shirt off his arms without removing his lips from her nipple. She laughed and lifted his head, going down on her knees in front of him to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. Frank tore his shirt and undershirt off. Keziah pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles and started to kiss him around his erection. When she finally touched it with her smooth hands, pre-ejaculate oozed from the tip. She touched it with her finger and put her finger in her mouth, smiling up at him. Inside, Walter was torn by his own reactions- he could feel his body tingling - he was so wet he could feel it dripping down his leg. Frank reached down and lifted Keziah up. She put her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. He lifted her, and brought her back down, pushing his pulsing cock into her wet, wet pussy. She rode up and down on him, as he helped her, lifting her and bringing her back down, to push deeper each time. She bit her lip and groaned, "Oh god, oh yes, Frank, do it, fuck me!" When she came, a great wave seemed to break over Walter leaving his body feeling lifeless. Frank continued to push inside him, coming a minute later. Walter could feel the warm cum shoot into him. Frank fell to his knees, and they collapsed together on the grass. Walter felt wonderful, uplifted and spent all at the same time. "Mmmm," he said. Then he realized, he had said it. He called out in his thoughts to Keziah, but he received no answer. "She's gone," Walter said. Frank brought his face up from the grass to look at him, "Who's gone?" "Keziah, she's gone," Walter said. "She was controlling me, but now she's gone." Frank looked shocked. "You mean that wasn't, that is, you didn't want to?" "I'm sorry," Walter said. "She had taken me over. I was in there, I was watching, but I couldn't do anything." Frank sat up and tried to cover himself. "I feel so awful! I didn't know, I thought we were doing something you wanted to do!" Walter touched his hand, "It's ok Frank, you couldn't know." "Are you saying you didn't like it? Not at all?" Frank asked. Walter sat up and reached for his undershirt, pulling it over his head. "I guess I did. But I was being forced, it wasn't what I chose." "Listen," Frank said, "could we try again? With you this time?" Walter looked up, "What? That wouldn't be..." and he stopped. Even without Keziah inside him, his body still responded like a woman. He felt himself starting to get aroused at the thought of making love, of making love with Frank. Frank reached over and pulled Walter to him. Walter came willingly. Frank gave him a slow, lingering kiss, running his hands along Walter's face. Walter felt his blood begin to race again, and he could see that Frank was already ready again. Frank laid him down softly in the grass and began kissing him, around his eyes, down his face, over his breasts, pausing at each nipple. Walter felt a fire running along his skin as Frank moved down, past his navel, then kissing up and down Walter's thighs. Walter played with his own breasts while Frank teased him, kissing and licking around his pussy. Finally Walter felt the light touch of Frank's tongue, moving along his pussy lips and flicking at his clitoris. Frank's fingers gently spread Walter's pussy, while his tongue explored inside. Walter couldn't believe the feelings. Frank seemed to know just what to do. Frank's tongue played with him and his fingers moved inside, curled to hit Walter's g-spot. Walter was going crazy, so close to climax, bucking his hips against Frank's tongue and fingers. Walter had never experienced anything like this, and he began to feel that his new body may be a good thing ? may be a great thing ? may be the most wonderful thing. Frank was taking Walter towards the peak, towards the point where he would scream and fall into oblivion. "Frank, oh, oh, you're so good," Walter said. "You're so..." Something suddenly occurred to Walter. "No! Stop it! Stop it!" he yelled, pushing Frank away and scrambling up. Frank looked surprised and dazed. "What? Why did you stop me?" Walter grabbed a blanket and held it in front of him. "You're not Frank! Where would Frank ever learn how to do that? Frank is a virgin, so how could he know what you know? What is going on here?" Frank stood up, a look of anger flashing across his face. Walter's eyes went briefly to Frank's erection. It annoyed Walter that looking at it aroused him. "Yes, Walter, you are correct." Walter recognized the sardonic smirk, he was sure now he was talking to Keziah in Frank's body. "Didn't you enjoy it, though? You don't have to answer, I know you did. I could feel the barriers breaking down, I could feel your acceptance of your femininity. I want to join with you, Walter, for ever. We would be beautiful, and immortal. But you had to do it willingly, you had to experience your womanhood, you had to willingly, gratefully, climax." "Join with me?" Walter said. "I don't believe that. You want to take me over, control me. Once you were in charge, what would you do? Lock me away into a dark corner of my mind? Or do away with me completely?" "Walter, no," Keziah tried to take a step towards Walter, but the pants around her ankles made it difficult to move. "We would be together, forever." "I have no reason to believe that," Walter said. Again, Keziah's eyes flashed anger. "You know what? It doesn't matter what you want. You are trapped in that body, and what's more, you love it. If you don't cum willingly today, then you will tomorrow, or the next day ? with that body, and your feelings, there's no way you'll be able to prevent it. And when you do, you'll be mine." Keziah realizing that she had tipped her hand, added, "I mean, we'll be together. So please, darling, let it happen?" Walter realized Keziah was right. As long as he was in this body, and as long as Keziah existed, waiting, it would happen. It was all Walter could do to not stick his fingers in himself and finish the frenzy he had aborted earlier. It was hard to think. There must be something he could do! He had to keep her talking while he tried to figure things out. "The Mi-Go, are you one of them?" Walter asked. "No darling, I am from a much older race, a wiser race, from another dimension. The Mi-Go just gave me the means to manifest myself in this world." "An older, more evil race from another dimension," Walter corrected. How could the Mi-Go have helped her? Of course, the statuette! It was made of Mi-Go materials, materials that could hold Keziah's evil, bring it into this world. Walter ran to his backpack, his breasts and broader hips threw off his balance and he almost fell. He started rummaging through the pack. "Walter, what are you doing?" Keziah asked. Walter felt the statuette and pulled it out, feeling the loathsome vibrations of the metal. "What are you going to do with that?" Keziah laughed. "I think this is how you got here." "What if it is?" "This contained you, but you had to be close to its source to come into this world. I'm betting that it needs to be complete, whole, for you to stay here." Walter looked around and saw a large rock about 10 feet away. He jumped up and ran to it. Keziah tried to stop him, but she tripped over the pants around her ankles. As she struggled to remove the pants over her shoes, Walter began to beat the statuette against the rock. Walter could feel how much weaker he was, he could hardly seem to dent the statuette. He had to hurry; Keziah was almost free of her pants. Walter heard the piece crack, and in a moment it had broken into two pieces. A bolt of electricity jumped between the two pieces, shocking Walter and knocking him to the ground. The sky darkened quickly, and a great wind seemed to come from all directions. Walter looked at Keziah. Over the howl of the wind he could hear her scream, "No! No!" The wind seemed to pull at Frank's body, pulling something from it. Walter could see that it was Keziah being pulled from Frank. There was an immense flash of lightning, and everything went dark for Walter. "Walter, Walter?" It was Frank's voice, coming from far off. "Walter, are you OK?" Walter opened his eyes. The sky was clear and it seemed to be a beautiful, sunny day. "Keziah?" Walter asked. "Gone, I think," Frank said. "I'm not sure what finally happened. I am so glad you figured out the statuette. She was bragging to me, after she took me over, that she would use her powers to subjugate the world." Walter propped himself up on his elbows, causing the blanket that Frank had put over him to fall away. Walter still had breasts. "I thought I may have changed back," Walter said. "Disappointed?" Frank asked. Walter thought for a moment. "To be honest, no. It would have been difficult to go back. It's been an amazing experience to be a woman, I hope it will continue to be." "I guess you'll have to change your name," Frank observed, deliberately not staring at Walter's breasts. "Grace, after my favorite aunt," Grace said. "Grace, it's a pretty name," Frank said, then, shyly, "For a pretty girl." Grace stood up, letting the blanket fall off her. She stood there, her hand on her hip, and looked at Frank. "I suppose I should find some clothes," she said. "Unless..." "Unless?" Frank asked; a look of undisguised lust on his face. "Two things really." Grace held up two fingers. "First, how do you feel about making love to a woman who was, until yesterday, a man?" She ticked off one finger. "And second, when Keziah took you over, how much do you remember about what she was doing to me?" Frank laughed and took Grace in his arms. "First, I don't think I could ever think of you as a man again. And second, I was paying very, very close attention."