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Altered Fates: Chimera, Part 1 By Elliot Reid I stood at the window, peering out into the cold morning light. I waited a full five minutes, face squashed against the glass, feeling my nose get uncomfortably cool. The trees in the avenue were in full leaf and I couldn't see far down the street, however much I squinted. I saw a vehicle move. Was that my parents' SUV gliding back along the road? Nope, false alarm. I was paranoid my folks would return. It was known to happen. Mom would remember something just before they hit the intersection and Dad would bitch as he drove her all the way back to the house. Then he'd bash the horn impatiently from the drive while Mom took too long to gather up the thing that she'd forgotten and sway back to the car in jeans and crop- top, cursing like a sailor. Any moment they could be back. This time, my sister Elaine was riding in the car with her college pal, Terri, so there was treble the chance that something would go wrong. I didn't dare do anything until I was sure they were long gone and on the interstate. I glanced back at the clock. It was just after 7 am; an early Saturday start to take the girls the two hundred miles back to college for the new semester. My parents were going to stay overnight while Dad did some home improvements to the apartment the girls were renting. They'd drive back late tomorrow. I had almost two whole days to myself. It would be enough. The minutes crawled by. I was starting to feel excited; mouth dry and stomach twisting. I couldn't stop thinking of Terri. She was Elaine's new best friend. She'd arrived for the last week of the school vacation to hang with my sister and do whatever best pals do together. I'd fallen for this funny, dark-haired girl in a big way. I mean, she was no cheer team hottie; maybe her face was a little long and her ass a bit wide, but I was infatuated. I thought she looked fine and admired the rest of her slim profile. Terri had noticed me noticing her. "Hey, Robin, you crushing on me?" she'd asked, direct but not challenging, a smile playing across her lips. This was yesterday, while we were alone in the kitchen. Elaine was stomping about in some distant recess of our home, rescuing laundry from the dryer. I decided to go heavy on the nonchalance, trying to mask the jangles in my belly. Normally I'd become numb and incoherent when talking to a girl, but this time I felt I had nothing to lose. "Sure I'm crushing. Is there a crime against that?" "Damn, I can't believe you just admitted it," smiled Terri. "You are so cool, I bet you shit popsicles." She hunched over the table, smiling, flashing those startling, hazel eyes. "You're sweet, Robin, but I really don't deserve the attention." "Sure you do. I think..." She stopped me by raising a finger. "What I mean, Robin, is I really don't want it. I've already got a boyfriend. Nothing's going to happen here between us and I want to let you down gentle." Terri was tender but firm. "I haven't said anything to Elaine about you giving me the goo-goo eyes and I won't, because we both know she'd crucify you. And neither of us want that." True. My sister is evil in a way that only those who believe in the physical reality of the Devil can understand. If you touched her with the Holy Bible her skin would sizzle. She knows a million ways to make my life miserable, and drooling over her best pal would only inspire new torments. Terri was looking out for me, which only made me love her more. So there it was, the brush off. I don't know if that line about a boyfriend was true, but Terri wasn't interested in her best friend's bro'. I wondered if it was the difference in our ages. I'm only a year younger than Terri but it could have been twenty years, a hundred. She seemed so much more grown up and mature. The rejection might have crushed any other lovestruck teen, but not me. I had a backup plan. If I couldn't date Terri I'd become her. * * * Fifteen minutes after the car had disappeared my resolve melted. I went to my junk pile bedroom and unlocked the private drawer in the dresser. At the back of the musty mess of notebooks, pens and Sports Illustrateds was a bundle of black fabric and straps. It was a bra and a matching pair of panties. They were both Terri's, filched from the laundry bag in her suitcase. With them was a small plastic baggie, containing something round and metal, hung from a length of ribbon. It was a medallion. I knew it as the Medallion of Zulo. The medallion had turned up one day under the bed for reasons I still don't understand; a cheap-looking gold deeley, covered in lint, with a worn inscription on the rim and some godawful engraving of a fairy stamped on the obverse. I thought it was toy costume jewellery escaped from my sister's old dress-up collection, but I soon found out that this was a disguise, concealing its true magic. Magic? Yes, real magic, ancient magic, no-shit magic. It really exists-- a force that changes the very stuff of the universe and remolds it. I looked the medallion up on the internet and discovered it was the ultimate dress-up accessory. If a piece of clothing touched the medallion it would transform the user into the last person to wear that garment. Their skin would shift and alter, their bones change length and rearrange, and they would become a duplicate of someone else. The first time I used it I'd become a younger version of myself. This happened after an accident with some old clothing regressed me a year, shrinking me a couple of inches and losing the angles my body had been developing. The embarrassment was compounded by the revelation that the medallion wouldn't allow another transformation for twelve hours. I managed to avoid the family long enough that I wasn't noticed before I restored my appearance. But it was a close-run thing. That was three months ago. Now there was no family around to see me change. I stripped naked. In the full-length mirror I was looking lean and toned. I'd discovered another trick with the medallion. If touched with unworn clothing, it would mold the body into the ideal shape to wear that garment. An experiment with a set of full-body swim Speedos had helped me put on height and build some muscle. It was enough of an improvement that the girls at school were beginning to notice. But now I wanted to try on something more exotic, something feminine. Pulling the medallion from the bag I hung it by the ribbon around my neck. Taking a deep breath, I picked up Terri's panties and touched them to the metal, feeling the familiar electric shock that signaled the beginning of the transformation. I knew this change would be greater than anything I'd experienced before. At first there was nothing, then I could feel and see my flesh begin to creep and flow. It was slow at first but began to accelerate, my hips seeming to creak, then widen a little, almost throwing me off-balance. There was a sensation in my dick as it started to shrivel and contract. It felt so weird. I was going to become a woman, become Terri. But with my manhood swiftly disappearing, it hit me that I was giving up the things that defined me as a man. Panicked for a second, I groped down between my legs, where my pubic hair was curling into a bush of something softer. I touched the tip of my penis, which was now no more than a nub. I felt my balls ache momentarily, and then the feeling dissipated as they retracted upwards, to be absorbed back into my body. The changes seemed to be unfolding in waves, brief bursts of change between momentary pauses. The tingling was beginning to move away from my crotch to the rest of my frame. I was being distracted by sensations elsewhere. In the mirror I couldn't help but watch in awe, heart racing, as the gradual transformation took hold. I had shrunk a few inches, to around Terri's height. The hair on my body had withdrawn into my new, smooth skin, with invisibly fine hairs replacing the coarse old ones. I bent and reached down to my legs, which were remolding into something slender, with unfamiliar moles and blemishes forming across the flesh. My feet were smaller, more womanly. Then my vision blurred and I lost track of the changes, feeling tingles zizz up and down my body. As my vision cleared I realized that my eyes were now Terri's hazel eyes, with the arch of her eyebrows. In the mirror, other parts of my face were beginning to knit into place: the pretty nose with the slight ski-slope, the thin, finely-chiseled lips and the firm but feminine jawline. My tongue explored new sensations inside my mouth; the configuration of my teeth felt odd and my saliva was sweeter-tasting. My eyes dropped to my chest. My upper body had slimmed, with narrower shoulders and softening muscle. As my chest compacted I felt the breath push out of my lungs. All of a sudden I was breathing shallower and faster, my chest rising and falling to a different rhythm. I could see my nipples were now larger and darker than before and stood proud atop tiny, growing cones of flesh--a pair of incipient breasts. I couldn't help myself. I cupped them with my hands, feeling them begin to bud and swell beneath my fingers. Excitedly, I began to play with the nipples, which were already hard and sensitive. The effect was electric. My face flushed and my maturing boobs started to feel hot; a bloom of sweat spread across them as they grew. The transformation was almost complete and as I looked back up into the mirror I could see Terri, nude, touching her breasts, a knowing smile on her face as locks of straight brown hair grew and flopped down from her scalp to frame her features. Her hair was now my hair. As I stood up, strands almost immediately found their way into my mouth and I had to spit them out. Terri's butt may have been broad in the beam, but she had a nice waist and I let my hands drop to feel the new contours. They slid around to grasp my smooth, larger tush and I couldn't resist a squeeze. Now I was twisting this way and that to check out my body: ass; legs; slimmer arms and slender fingers. Movement in this body was odd. When I moved my limbs, the muscles tugged and pulled in an unfamiliar way. And all the dimensions of my body were wrong. My reach seemed a little shorter and my judgment of distances had changed. My breasts had stopped growing and I looked down at Terri's modest B- cup. They were small, with a tiny amount of sag flattening them against my chest. The dark blobs of my nipples tilted slightly upward and I could make out the delicate tracing of veins beneath the skin. I hadn't seen boobs outside of porno pics before. I was disappointed mine weren't larger and I so bent over, so I could see them hang down heavy beneath me. They looked bigger like that, and fuller, more pointed. I could feel their weight. Standing back upright my hands came up to cup and lift my breasts, then push them together to create cleavage. I'd imagined my bosom would provide more sensation than the doughy feeling in my hands. But it quickly became clear that the nipples and the big dark surrounds were highly responsive and as my fingertips circled the aureoles a horny thrill began to build. Yes, I was feeling horny, but how? I had no dick any more. There was no familiar hardness. Instead, there was heat between my legs and a flushed feeling in my face and chest. Were my breasts suddenly firmer? Hard to say, as they were so new to me. The nipples were rigid. I could feel an excited tingle grow behind them and I breathed in sharply. The horny feeling spread. I could not prevent a hand from fluttering down to my belly and the tangle of pubic hair beyond. There was an ache between my legs, a hot pressure building. My whole body had become sensitized, as if a switch had flipped, and the feel of hand-on-skin was electric. This was unfamiliar territory and as I instinctively opened my legs a fraction, my hand simultaneously brushed against the inside of my thigh and the lips of my pussy. I almost fell over. A sudden shiver of novel sensations washed over me. I staggered back to the bed and flopped onto it, breathing hard. I felt my boobs shudder with the motion, like small counterweights. More hair had found its way into my mouth and I was overwhelmed by the alien sensations of this body. What was happening to me? Laying back on the bed, I spat out some hair and took stock. My breasts were puddling on my chest but they felt firmer than when they'd first budded. They were hot, in response to the sexual tension that was rising. Hesitating a moment, I let the slim fingers of my left hand clutch at my right breast and gently fondle the teat. It was engorged and larger and rounder than my old male nipple had been. Playing with it made the pressure between my legs grow. I opened my legs a little and felt a tiny spasm, as the muscles around my pussy tensed. So THIS was arousal--this tension and the moist feeling that formed at the center of it all. It was different from how I'd imagined, less focused on one part of my body than it had been as a man. As my left hand worked a nipple, my right hand slid down, brushing over the soft puff of pubic hair. My fingers found the inside of a thigh and I stroked its silk smoothness, gasping at the thrill it broadcast. The onset of pleasure was so sudden that my pussy and butt clenched briefly and I was panting sharp and shallow, eyes wide. I didn't want this to stop, and so I caressed my inner thighs, right and left, shivering at each sensation. I knew I'd become tremendously wet. I knew without touching. The heat between my legs was almost unbearable. My hand paused, and then I brought a forefinger down to the lips of my vagina. Thoughts flashed through my head. I was a virgin. I had no experience with women; not even a kiss. The girlfriends in my fantasies were all virtual or from magazines. But now I was touching this erotic femininity, feeling the sensations my hands created. It was strange, as if I was remote from this new body of mine at the same time as being part of it, as if what I was doing was happening to someone else. One part of me sensed my finger graze the soft, uneven lips of my pussy and feel the slippiness there. But another part only felt the ache of my sex and the tension, the need to touch, the body stirring, the desire for release overwhelming me. As my legs shuddered wide at my touch I could suddenly smell myself; the wet scent of my heat. My body took over and suddenly my fingers were inside me, probing and pleasuring. I was clumsy at first, not knowing what I was doing, but I learned fast. It didn't take long to find the pleasure centers and discover how a tender touch could stir them. The moment I found the little red button of my clitoris my head snapped back and I was sobbing in great draughts of air. Now both hands were at my crotch, one inside and the other rubbing my thighs. Fingers slip-slipped around my clit and my body shook at each gentle contact; my eyes and mouth forming 'O's of pleasure and my boobs jogging, their motions just slightly out of synch with the rest of me. I was hoping for an orgasm, of course, whatever that was, some kind of release from the tense horniness. As I worked my little red button I felt the pressure build and build, but nothing gave way. The emotional dam stood firm. Time telescoped. I seemed to be masturbating for a long time and I was starting to grow frustrated and tired. The tension was starting to subside and it was as if an orgasm would never come. That knowledge only made me more frustrated; it was as if this body, this flesh, was betraying me, not giving me what I needed so much. After a while my hand began to cramp. I was starting to feel so sore and tired that I gave up. I stretched out on the bed in an annoyed funk, sticky with sweat and smelling of sex. What was wrong? Why wasn't I orgasming? I cursed my inexperience. I must have been doing it all wrong. I waited a while to calm down and then tried again, softly touching myself. Again, the excitement grew, welling up from the heat in my breasts and loins, but it wasn't as intense as before. My hand began to cramp up again and so I stopped, feeling frustrated and weighed down with a different kind of tension. Rolling off the bed, I went to have a shower. Now the first excitement was over I couldn't help notice the mundane sensations of this new body. My breathing was out of kilter, my vision was sharper and more colorful, and the taste in my mouth had an odd tang. I didn't seem to have perfect control of my new limb muscles. Even walking was funny and my knees knocked together twice as I stumbled toward the shower. I was trying to walk like a guy and my hips and legs were the wrong shape. Everything was unexpected. I had to stop and take a minute to stretch and turn and pose and touch my toes, trying to adjust to the completely novel sensorium. I soon found my body could flex in new and exciting ways. However, my long, straight hair was the worst thing. It was itchy and had a life of its own and ends kept finding their way into my mouth. The shower felt good and it was fun to play games with my breasts, soaping them and letting my fingers slipper-slip around the nipples. My skin was nice to the touch and I spent some time under the water gently sliding my hands up and down my new curves. It was crazy to believe that this new shape belonged to me. I couldn't get over how small my waist was and I loved the way my hips flared out from my slim upper body. I was glad I was Terri; that I'd been able to lay hands on her clothes. Until she arrived I'd considered stealing a piece of clothing off one of the girls at school. Simone, maybe, or someone else from class. It would have been easier to take an item of my sister's or Mom's clothing, but that idea evaporated a nanosecond after it had formed. The notion of transforming into my sister was too icky for words. To become my Mom? Puh-leeze! Showered and dried and in a bathrobe, I pushed open the unlocked door of Elaine's room and pondered what to do with the rest of the day. Still frustrated from the failure to climax I didn't feel like trying to masturbate again for a while. It was time to go out and put my plan into action. I was going to go to the mall and do a little clothes shopping. But what to wear to the mall? Most of my guy clothes were the wrong size and shape. Elaine and Terri were not the same size, though a quick investigation of Elaine's dresser found a pair of panties that seemed to fit fine. They were sheer and silky and felt sexy against my skin. I didn't know what to do about a bra. Elaine's were too big. I tried the one I'd taken from Terri's dirty laundry, but after fighting my way into the straps and cups it felt sweaty and groady, so I took it off. My boobs were small enough that I reckoned I could go without. A t-shirt and a pair of short pants from Elaine's closet were both a little loose, but good enough. Shoes, thankfully, were not a problem. By coincidence, Elaine and Terri shared the same size feet and they'd spent days trying on each other's shoes, while squealing with delight. I found a pair of socks and sneakers that were a comfy fit. I was beginning to get the hang of walking. To avoid my knees knocking I had to roll a little as I walked and it made my fanny figure-eight as I sashayed down to the garage and pulled out my mountain bike. In these clothes it wouldn't be hard to ride the bike, though I found I had to readjust the saddle to my new leg length. That took a little more effort than expected and I realized I'd lost some upper body strength. Only a bit, but enough to register. For a moment it made me feel vulnerable. The weirdest thing about walking around was my boobs. They bounced and pulled at the muscles of my chest and seemed to just kinda get in the way. Though I'd enjoyed playing with them in the bedroom, now I was outside they made me almost wish I was flat-chested, more boy-like. As Terri had been around the home the past week, I hoped the neighbors wouldn't be too fazed if she suddenly appeared riding a bike and wearing a backpack. So I wheeled the machine out into the sunshine and began to pedal the three miles through the leafy streets to the mall. Out in the fresh air self-consciousness hit me and I became a jagged bundle of nerves and paranoia. It was one thing to be Terri in the privacy of my own home; another to be out on the road, the wind wrapping the T-shirt around me, boobs jutted out and juddering as I pedaled. Were people looking at me? I was developing a yellow streak and I had to stop myself from turning round and pedaling straight home. I had no idea how to control Terri's hair. I'd found a scrunchy band in Elaine's room that I'd put on to ponytail my hair back. But that seemed to be coming undone as I rode the bike. Strands had come loose and were in my mouth again. I spat another hair out. It was a relief when I freewheeled into the parking lot of the mall, locked the bike and stopped to rearrange my hair. Ow. As I stepped off the bike I realized Terri hadn't cycled recently. My brand-new thigh muscles felt a little stretched. The Mall. As I walked into the air-conditioned plaza of marble and shops I realized I knew people who would be here on a Saturday. Some of them would be shopping, others just hanging. I hoped I wouldn't bump into anyone familiar, but my luck didn't hold. I saw Simone. I'd shown some interest in Simone at school. She wasn't the best-looking girl in class, but she was smart and smiley, with the same clever-cool sharpness that had attracted me to Terri. Physically, she was compact and solidly-built. Now, maybe Simone carried a couple more pounds on her hips than she should, but she had a taut little waist and magnificent breasts--not huge, but large and firm and well-shaped. However, her face was plain and doughy, with a square jaw and thin, masculine lips. Whereas the pretty girls at school were out of my league, Simone seemed much more approachable. Or rather, she'd approached me. "Aren't you Robin Armitage?" she'd said, sidling up to me one lunch break. The school cafeteria had been packed elbow to elbow, but Simone had found a seat next to me and muscled in. There was no 'please' or 'thank you'. "You found your man. Most folks call me Rob. You're that Simone. Simone Cooper, right?" I'd looked sideways at her, or rather, at her chest. "Eyes up here Rob," she grinned, holding a hand at the level of her face. My gaze snapped up, guiltily. "Now that introductions are over with," she said, turning in her seat to face me, "I hope you don't mind me coming to talk with you." "Only if I'm not in any kind of trouble. I'm not, am I?" I asked, slightly flustered but liking the attention. This close, I could feel her heat and smell her fragrance. She smelled nice. "Yup," she smiled and started rearranging her food on the table. "Every time I see you my Wierdar goes off. It's like Gaydar but for, like, the really geeky and interesting students." "Wow, thanks for the compliment!" I snarked. "You're welcome." She gave me a grin. "It means you're worthy enough for me to talk to. In a school full of jocks and jerks you're a prince. Anyway, I thought I'd come over to tell you how cool your story assignment was." "What, 'The Human Manifesto'?" The story I'd written had been about a high school girl trying to wrestle with her inner demons. What wasn't explicit was that she'd been abused and the pain and guilt of it had driven her to a very bad place. I'd gotten a good grade for that assignment. "You're really talented, Robin. Not many guys in the school can get into the mind of a woman like that." Anyway, I thought I'd come over here and flatter you and, y'know, panhandle for writing advice and tips." "Flattery gets you everywhere," I said. "Now look what you've done, I'm embarrassed." I flapped my hand to fan my face. It was true. I felt flushed. "Ooh, Robin does modest and retiring too," said Simone, arching an eyebrow. "Like Hell I'm not going to come over and give praise where it's due. Do you have any more like that?" I made the effort to look her in the face. "Actually, yeah, I've got some more stuff. I also do bar-mitzvahs and charity functions." Simone was giving me a sunny smile. "You know, Robin? This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Maybe it was. That was a month ago. Since then I'd overcome my pathological nervousness around women long enough to have several conversations with Simone. She was good company. I hadn't yet screwed up the courage to ask her out, but here she was, strolling through the mall, in jeans and a low top that showed plenty of cleavage, and we made eye contact. Damn! I panicked. I was going to say something like 'Hi' to her as she passed. I was just opening my mouth when I managed to regain control, cast my eyes down and rush past her. I dived towards the restrooms and it took an effort of will to remember to go into the Ladies. Under fluorescent lights I took a moment to lean over a washbasin and catch my breath. I looked into the mirror and saw Terri, looking flustered, chest heaving, dressed in the t-shirted casual uniform of a million teenagers. Simone couldn't have recognized me in this skin. A few deep breaths and I was calm. I snuck out of the restroom. I couldn't see Simone, so I plotted a course for the department store. * * * It was later, after I'd returned home, that I realized how scared and jumpy I'd been in the mall. It had crossed my mind to get Terri's hair cut to a more manageable length, but I couldn't raise the courage to go in the salon. Even browsing around the fashion department at the store I was petrified by the irrational fear that I'd be caught and unveiled as a fake; a man in woman disguise. I ended up buying less clothes than I'd intended, though maybe that was a blessing. My backpack was none too large and I crammed in the purchases. On returning home I had to press the dress I'd bought, because of creases. I was wearing it now, a summery cotton thing. It felt strange to put on a dress that hugged my figure and brushed my legs when I walked. I was wearing nothing beneath. I'd bought some underwear, and it had been fun to try on a bra and panties, but I preferred the feel of the dress against my skin. I'd spent an indulgent afternoon drifting around the house, reading, snacking and watching TV. I didn't feel like going out again and I'd been ignoring 'phone calls from friends. My best bud Shane left two messages on the answering machine, which I'd had to resist picking up. Life in this body was nothing like my fantasy of it. When your image of ideal femininity is culled from glamour photos, the rude reality of owning a woman's body is disappointing. My skin was not perfect and I could see blemishes and blotches and zits and hairs and tiny scars. I could see where there was a little flab on my upper arms and my belly wasn't quite flat and my boobs sagged. There were many other imperfections that made me as far from a model as I could imagine. I still couldn't get used to the differences between this and my familiar male body, the fact that parts of me weren't where they ought to be. My arm reach and my stride were both wrong, I had hair I couldn't control, and my ass hit the chair too early when I sat down. Why had I done this? Why had I borrowed Terri's body for a test drive? Was it just for the sex? Yeah, that was part of it. I had wanted to touch and feel a woman's body. I was so inept around girls that I had little chance of dating or sleeping with one. Becoming a girl was a crazy-logical way of busting my cherry. But was there anything else? A lust for Terri? Some deeper desire? Here I was, trying to role-play a girl. Badly. Suddenly, I was self- conscious at my fumbling attempts to pretend I was a woman, wafting about the house in a long dress, like a Regency heroine. I mean, I had the bod, but up here, in my head, I still felt like a guy and thought like a guy and I didn't have any more insight into being a girl than when I'd woken up that morning. Sure. I'd wanted to try life from the feminine side. I was fascinated by women. I had imagined their lives in my writing. That's what Simone had responded so strongly to in my story. Simone. I lay back on the couch, fantasizing about Terri and Simone together, touching each other. I started to play with myself, but my clothing was in the way. So I shucked out of the dress, letting it slip down my figure, and teased my boobs until my nipples were hard. Then I reached into the liquid space between my legs, imagining what it would be like if Simone were stroking me there. I could feel an excitement build, some of which was to do with having fingers inside, exploring this interior landscape of my nubile girl body. I tried a few positions to see if that made a difference. Carefully, tenderly, I explored deeper and found a few sensitive spots that sent sharp zings of pleasure up and down my spine. But whatever I did, I couldn't seem to build to an orgasm. Tension and frustration only made it worse. I wondered if having sex with a guy would make me come. If I had someone's dick filling me, would it make a difference? What was it like to be penetrated? I briefly thought of inviting Shane over and seducing him, but ditched that scheme. The idea was too sick for words and there was no way we could stay friends after such an experience. I gave up and lay on the couch, hot and exhausted. I let my mind wander. I really wanted to orgasm; to feel that release. Maybe the medal could help me modify this body. Improve it a little. Make it more sexy. It wasn't until half past seven in the evening that I could try out a scheme. I looked at the women's clothes laid out on my bed. I'd bought three bras at the store, one in Terri's size, one smaller and one with a larger cup size. I'd considered using the medallion and the A-cup bra to shrink my boobs; make me more flat-chested and comfortable. But as a guy I was also fascinated by big bazongas. They seemed so much sexier than small boobies. I came to a decision. It was now more than twelve hours since I'd become Terri. I'd transform again, but this time try life with a D-cup. Stripping naked, I picked up the Medallion of Zulo and put it on. Then I touched the large bra to it. There was another shock, and I could feel a tingle begin to grow, entirely in my chest. In the mirror I could see my boobs start to balloon. The slight sag in each breast seemed to correct itself. They became perkier. The aureoles expanded. The pull on my chest muscles seemed to grow. Terri's breasts had been slightly asymmetric, with the right fractionally larger than the left, but as the magic worked its stuff, they seemed to become more evenly shaped. They were transforming to match the idealized template provided by the bra. It may have taken ten minutes in all, but by the time the tingle subsided I had a pair of perfect teardrop-shaped boobs. They were full and firm and seemed to defy gravity. I threw the medallion off onto the dresser and immediately started to caress my new breasts. In a moment the nipples were hard and I was feeling hot and horny again. The boobs were larger and heavier and I thought they'd be more thrilling to play with. To my surprise they weren't. The sensation of touching them seemed less intense than before. My funbags were bigger, but less fun. They just hung there, inert, like big globs of flesh. The moment I stopped rubbing them my nipples would soften. It didn't make sense. Surely bigger should be better, right? Another half hour of masturbation persuaded me that I still was not able to orgasm. Larger cans were not the answer. I spent a frustrated evening in front of the TV. Though the dress wasn't too tight with a fuller figure, I felt less comfortable with my new rack. My boobs were hotter and more sweaty. They were an obstacle. Then I was struck by a notion. I dragged myself off the couch, fired up the computer in my bedroom and went online. Thirty minutes of surfing across the sex advice sites and I began to piece together a picture, a half-explanation. It seemed that some women never learned to orgasm, or only discovered it later in life. The reasons seemed to be mainly psychological, rarely physical. I wracked my brains, trying to think why I might feel inhibited from orgasming, but I couldn't think of anything. I loved the feel of being in Terri's form. I was entranced by the sensuousness. So what was blocking me? I began to think I might be in the wrong body. * * * I woke up. My sleep had been fitful. I kept snorting awake every time Terri's hair tugged at my scalp. My big new titties seemed to get in the way and it was difficult to get comfortable, so I'd just lie there under the sheets, pleasuring myself until I slipped back into a doze. Now I accepted I was unlikely to orgasm, masturbation was less stressful. I just made the best of it, gently teasing my clit until a pleasure buzz filled my body. It was a gratifying experience. I woke to the sound of the phone ringing. By the time I'd dragged myself out of bed and put on a robe (which my boobs kept peeking out of) I'd missed the message. I played it back. It was from Mom. "Robin, sweetie, we're not going to be home until close to midnight. Elaine wants us to stay to meet her tutor and we'll start back around eight. Look after yourself!" Midnight? My heart leapt. It was 9 AM now. I had a full fourteen, fifteen hours before Mom and Dad were home. It was just enough. Time to try my backup plan. I pulled a small peach-colored top from my dresser. I'd bought it the day before at the store on an impulse. While I'd been browsing I'd seen a cute Asian girl come out of the changing rooms, carrying a pile of clothes. I eyed the girl, who was petite, with a fine-cut oval for a face, framed by shortish bangs of dark hair. She may have been Japanese or Korean. She had a slim, gamine figure with a small chest and coltish long legs. She seemed so small I could have picked her up with one hand. Or at least, if I'd still been a man I could have. Even though I was in a girl's body, I was attracted to her. She hung a couple of clothes she was carrying back on the rails instead of giving them to an assistant. I could tell she'd tried them on as they hung awkwardly from the hanger. After she headed over to the counter to pay for the rest of her clothes, I sidled over to the rail, picked out a spaghetti-strap top she'd placed there, and added it to the rest of my purchases. Back home now, I held up the top to my bedroom mirror. It was tiny. There was no way Terri's body could wear it, particularly not with this pair of bazookas I was carrying. But I wondered what it would be like to try it on the Asian girl's body. I had plenty of time before Mom and Dad came home. For some reason, I'd named the Asian girl Suki. No reason why, but I just felt she needed a name and I liked Suki. If I was going to be someone else it was better if she had a name. For the third time this weekend I stripped, and checked myself out in the mirror. It had been great to be Terri, though the big boobs had been a mistake. On Terri's body they looked wrong. Incongruous. I donned the medallion and touched the top to it. There was that electric zap again and then I was changing. I could see my teardrop breasts begin to deflate. My skin was changing shade, and I was shrinking again. As my height dwindled I could feel more air forced from my lungs. I knew my face was changing because my eyes lost focus. But when my vision cleared, there was still a slight blur around me. I realized that Suki must have been wearing contacts. She was short-sighted. As the tingles faded and the changes stopped, the slightly out of focus body I saw in the mirror was not quite what I'd expected. Glancing at Suki clothed, in the store, was very different to the reality of seeing her naked. Her head seemed too large for the rest of her body, which appeared to be mainly leg. At the same time it was boyish, like that of a gymnast. Suki's curves were subtle, with slim hips and tiny, conical breasts sporting big, puffy nipples. I wondered how old I was. The cute face in the mirror was youthfully undefined. It could be anywhere between sixteen and thirty. A slightly bony hand brushed at my pubic hair, which was tough and wiry. I wasn't unattractive, but there was a strange ungainliness about the body that Suki's clothes had concealed. And now I was stuck with it for the next twelve hours. The odd thing was how light I felt. How full of energy. There was a tinge to the senses, too: taste and smell were heightened and there was an unfamiliar musk in my scent and saliva. My new face was at rest, an inscrutable pout with a Vulcan lack of emotion. So I smiled, awkwardly, feeling unfamiliar muscles stretch. My face seemed to crease to create a natural, sunny smile. That surprised me. Suki looked great when she smiled. My hands slowly reached up to my chest, to those tiny boobs. I was curious to see what they felt like. The flesh was super-firm, and when I touched the big, puffed nipples, it was a shock. They were broadcasting sensation far more intense than anything I'd experienced as Terri. Suddenly I couldn't stop myself teasing and touching them. It felt soooo good. In the mirror I could see Suki desperately rubbing her tits. She looked absurd. Her, I mean MY, pose was tensed and awkward, my mouth was an 'O', my breasts were mashed up against my ribs. But at the same time I felt hornier and wetter than I'd ever been before--a huge pressure building in my loins. I flopped back on the bed and let a bony hand drift toward the heat, finding the lips of my vagina and slipping a finger into the slickness inside. This felt different from Terri's body. My pussy was now smaller and tighter, though my finger slipped easily up to my new clitoris. Another shock. The sensation was so much more vivid than it had been in Terri's form. All I could feel was the zap of pleasure coming from between my legs and I began gasping sharp, high-pitched sobs. Each caress hit me with a burst of sexual energy. It was making my whole body thrash about. My spine was jerking right and left, as was my head. I could barely breathe. I was full of energy and emotional pressure, desperate for release. Muscles up and down my frame, from pussy to butt, from my back to my shoulders, were all gripped by tightness. But this was not the tension of stress, but of a deep, deep pleasure; a winding up of emotions like a clockwork spring. And at the centre of it was my index finger and the gentle flick, flick, flick of Suki's little red button. One little push and I passed a tipping point. The orgasm was on top of me; a series of spasms as my body and emotions lost control. The floodgates opened, washing the sensation around me, picking me up and depositing me back on the bed, desperate for air. For a moment I was spent; lost in the afterglow. Stretched like a cat on the sheets, I looked down at my skinny, sweat- bloomed body. Why? Why had I climaxed in this form and not Terri's. What had changed? It came to me. I loved Terri. Her body meant too much to me, had too much emotional investment tied up in it. How much easier it was to bring a stranger's body to orgasm. I smiled, knowing that my sunny Suki smile was lighting up the room. However ungainly and awkward it looked on the outside, I owned this sex machine body, this erotic rollercoaster ride, for the next twelve hours. There was no time to waste. I reached for a nipple and squeezed, feeling the puffy flesh spring rigid. I was going to ride this body hard until it squeaked. Slipping my spare hand down to my crotch, I sought out my clit and got to work.