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Altered Fates: Chimera, Part 3 By Elliot Reid I slept fitfully that night, back at home in my own bed. I was exhausted from my lovemaking with Simone, who since her transformation had almost limitless demand for sex inside Ayesha's lithe body. But even though I felt sucked dry I was jazzed by the experience. I was on a high. It was late when I'd left Simone. My parents would raise Cain if I stayed out too long. But before I walked out the door we talked over Simone's plan to turn herself into my old flame Terri. "Won't your responses be different in another body?" I asked her. "Won't I have to learn how to turn you on all over again?" "I hope so," replied Simone, before kissing me, warmly. "That will be half the fun." * Next morning, the Saturday, I jumped on my cycle before my folks could snag me for chores. It was early and cool, but the sun dappled the sidewalk beneath the trees and I enjoyed the ride through the quiet streets. There were just the dogwalkers about and a few old geezers contemplating their lawns, preparing to launch the all-American war on weeds. At the Cooper house Simone let me in, still wearing Ayesha's supple coffee-colored body. She stayed behind the door, careful not to let herself be seen by the neighbors. "Did you bring it?" she asked, her big brown eyes wide and shining, and I nodded, tossing down a backpack containing all the clothes I'd worn as Terri. Simone flung herself at me and we were kissing again, tongue to tongue, and losing ourselves in the heat of the moment. Simone had the good sense to break off before we went too far. "I'd better stop or I'll use you all up before I've changed," she smiled, wickedly, slipping her taut, slim body out of my embrace before grabbing the backpack. "I've had enough of being Ayesha. I want to play at being someone else for a while." In Simone's room, I got to see her strip naked--by now we'd lost all self- consciousness in front of each other. She looked like a lithe black goddess, all limbs and startling eyes. Then she donned the Medallion of Zulo, which she'd carefully stored in her dresser. I pulled out a summer dress from the backpack and handed it to her. "I gotta say this looks a bit old maid," frowned Simone, holding the fabric up to the light. "Hold on, I need some music for this." "What?" "Indulge me, Rob." Simone reached over to where her iPod nestled in its cradle between the speakers. Two button clicks later and I could hear Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons begin to belt out 'Sherry'. As Simone started to bop to the music, she touched the dress to the medallion and began her transformation. The rhythm was infectious. "Shee-ee-ee-eeee-ry baaay-ay-beeee," I sang, mimicking Valli's falsetto. "Shee-ee-rrry, won't you come home tonight." I clapped and danced around my girl as her changes began to accelerate. As Simone sinuously swayed with the music, her flesh began to creep and crawl, her dark skin grow pale and her shape begin to shift and alter. It was just so sexy to watch her dance as her form flowed from one state to another, changing from the athletic Ayesha into Terri's fuller figure. "You didn't tell me Terri had some booty to shake!" said Simone, playfully, as her hips widened and her derriere began to plump out in time to the beat. "She's not light up top, either," I shouted over the music. The last time I'd worn the dress, I'd been a big-breasted version of Terri. I'd made myself stacked with the help of a D-cup bra. "What is it with you and girls with big boobs?" Simone shouted back, mockingly, as her face started to knit into Terri's features. A pair of heavy, teardrop-shaped titties were starting to swell up out of Ayesha's firm but tiny chest. Their flesh jogged a second behind the rest of her body as she clapped and spun. "I'm just something of a breast man," I laughed. "Ayesha was all leg, which was nice, but I like something to get a grip on!" Simone gave a saucy snicker in reply, then clutched and lifted her gradually growing boobs. "Terri feels like she's a few pounds over, but she's got curves, I'll grant her that." Terri was not the knockout that Ayesha was, but it didn't matter. This was no longer about sleeping with Terri or Ayesha as much it was about loving Simone; about knowing she was comfortable inside the skin she wore. As the music died and the last changes melted into place, Simone stopped her dance, took off the Medallion and checked out her nude body in the mirror, turning from side to side. "You wore this for a while?" she asked. "Yes, and it was a blast! Let me show you around." I lifted her off her feet and in moments we were lying, embracing, on the bed. Having obsessed about Terri for so long it was strange to be kissing her. It was weird, because I knew what it felt like to be in that body. I knew the sense of her shape, how it felt when she moved, and even the taste in her mouth. So as I kissed Simone, breathed in her scent and let my hands stroke up and down her body, I'd never felt so close to someone in my life. What surprised me was Simone's arousal, which seemed so much stronger than even in Ayesha's livewire form. I didn't recall Terri's form being so sensitive, but as I kissed the nipples of her perfect D-cups, Simone just started gasping and shivering, her eyes shaking wide. "Don't stop that!" she cried out, between heaving breaths. "That's amazing!" Simone was already wet. My fingers, searching out the heat of her sex, dipped into her pussy and then slipped upwards to brush her clitoris. Suddenly, Simone began these great sobs, almost screaming then making shuddering moans of pleasure. She reached back to grab my arm and it hurt as she gripped me. Her vice-like fingers pinched harder as I caressed the delicate little nubbin between her legs. Our sex started to slide out of control, becoming wild and abandoned. When I mounted and entered Simone she began to thrash about, her spine swinging from side to side. Her hands grabbed me and pinched and scratched, which only made me hotter and my thrusts deeper. By the time we collapsed onto the sheets my back was a mass of scratchy welts. "What happened there?" I asked, as I grabbed my breath, my skin smarting against the cotton sheets. "Mmmmmm... you didn't tell me Terri's body felt so hot, so sensuous," Simone purred. "I don't remember it feeling like that," I said, disappointed. "I had nothing like your reaction." "Really? But it just feels so amazing." Simone became animated, hauling herself up onto one elbow to look at me. "These bodies have different flavors. The difference is like that between Sprite and Pepsi; both delicious but it's difficult to explain how." "Try me," I said, using a finger to trace a line around Simone/Terri's lovely, rounded tush. "Okay. I mean, Ayesha's shape was fine. It felt so sweet and light in her body. I had this energy, and my boobs just loved to be touched. But when you played with my clit it was like pushing a button that took all the power away from my limbs. I flopped out. But THIS body is, like, so much more intense. It's an instrument that plays in a different key. My skin just feels so much more luxurious. I feel so turned on I have all this wild energy, a different energy, I need to get rid of. It makes me want to thrash and grab on hard to things. And the orgasm is... sorta deeper. It had that freefall sensation like falling off a cliff. It felt more emotional." "It felt emo? I didn't get that at all." Little jealous devils started prodding me. "When I wore that body it was great playing with myself, but I couldn't orgasm." "Oh, you poor baby," said Simone, stroking my face. "I thought it might be some kind of psychological block. I read this web page that said that enjoying sex was all about attitude and state of mind." "I think that's right," Simone nodded. "The difference in these bodies might be that as Ayesha I felt beautiful, but as Terri I feel loved." Her words had made me go hard again so I reached out to a breast and began to play with it. Simone closed her eyes and made an mmmmmm noise. So I began caressing her all over, taking my time to drive her wild in her super-sexed body. After making love we went downstairs for some coffee and toast. The family breakfast nook was an oasis of pine furniture with a view out over the pool and garden. Simone had dressed Terri's body in some of her own old clothes, which were a close enough fit. "Shoes were a problem but your sister's sneakers fit fine," she said, as she poured a steaming mug of Joe. "Look Rob, I'd really like to go out." "As Terri?" "Yeah. It would be nice to walk around as someone else. Also I'm getting cabin fever stuck in this place. I need some fresh air." "Sure, let's go after this coffee." "There's only one thing, Rob. I want you to go out changed, too. I'd like you to change into my body." Something heavy dropped into my stomach. My heart started to race. "I don't understand," I said. "Rob, I'd like you to become me for a while and then go out to the Mall with me." "How come? Why?" "Well, I can think of a number of reasons," Simone started counting off on her fingers. "First, I think it will do you good to walk in my shoes a mile. And second, you wanted to play with my body, and I'm giving you permission to wear it for a while. Get to understand it better." "Is that all?" "Well, also I don't want Robin seen stepping out with another woman. If we get seen at the Mall, tongues might wag. Then there's the neighbors, who might get all weird if they see strangers leaving the house." "Uh-huh." "But mostly, since I upgraded my body with all those microchanges, I've needed to buy a new wardrobe that fits. So I want to go shopping and I need you to play my clothes dummy." "That's just so lame." "It is, but puh-leeeease..." Simone started making puppy eyes at me in Terri's body. She didn't need to sell the idea too hard. I would have killed to try on Simone's sexy new shape. "Let's do it." * * * I was keyed up about the transformation. I wasn't sure if it was because of becoming a woman, because I was doing it in front of Simone, or because I was going to actually become her. I felt weird and Sim was acting all intense. She really wanted this to happen. I suddenly became uncomfortable about stripping naked in front of her, even though my body looked pretty good these days. But I couldn't back out. I donned the Medallion, on its thin ribbon, and Simone tossed me a pair of her panties, which I touched to the metal. I felt the little electric sting that signaled the start of the change. The moment the changes began, Simone threw herself at me. It was completely unexpected and I was caught off-guard. Before I could say anything her lips locked onto my mouth. Then I felt her hand stroke against my limp dick, which was starting to shrink. She'd learned a lot in the last two days of lovemaking, and as she fondled my penis it sprung rigid, or tried to, desperately fighting the magical change that was making it dwindle. As the sun sprung through the cracks in the drawn curtains, zebra-striping the bedroom with orange light, I broke contact and toppled back onto the bed. Simone, naked, jumped on top of me, eyes hungry, clearly turned on by my change. We both 'oofed' at the impact and then started to sort ourselves out. Simone's hands were stroking my hot member, and then suddenly she was trying to suck it, as it slowly retracted into my body. I started to complain, but the sensation meant it came out as a unresisting, "Simone, oh..." It almost hurt, my penis trying to harden under Simone's ministrations, while the flesh slowly slunk back. This was like the best blow job yet, and when she lightly cupped my shrinking balls, they spasmed briefly, as if trying to come. They couldn't ejaculate; the magic was too advanced. Their function was shot and I no longer had the power to orgasm like a man. All I felt was a deep ache as they tried to pulse. I couldn't suppress another moan. I felt the tip of my penis become more sensitive as it started to remold itself into the makings of my womanhood. My flesh was flowing like quicksilver, and as my body's toned muscle softened, Simone's hands played up and down it, seeking out the girlish fat starting to pad out my hips and stroking the narrowing lines of my waistline. I was soooooo turned on by this. Then Simone stopped sucking me, so I looked down. I could see her fingertips playing with the remnants of my balls. They had almost completely unbudded, to be absorbed back into my body. Suddenly Simone started clambering up to peer intensely at my chest, where my nipples were slowly growing, the aureoles darkening and expanding. A tingle, suggesting imminent change, was now augmented by the sensation created by her sucking my teats to attention with Terri's soft, wide lips. As her mouth went up and down I could see breasts begin to push out from my body--at first pointy little teenage swellings, then maturing into full flesh that pooled on my chest. Simone didn't stop kissing and licking them, which just made me feel hot and horny. Then I felt my clitoris burst into being, a little button of flesh just itching to be touched. A thrilling moistness developed between my legs. By now I was more Simone than Robin. My vision blurred as my face reformed itself. In moments I knew my eyes, my nose, my mouth would have shapeshifted into hers. I'd be her doppelganger. Everyone would believe I was Simone. And now Simone, as Terri, was locking her lips back onto my mouth. We rolled onto our sides, exploring tongue-to-tongue, while one of Simone's hands plucked at a nipple and the other searched downward past a puff of pubic hair to my fresh, wet pussy. I sensed her finger press against my clit, sending soft jangles up and down my frame. I could feel the final changes working their way around my body. My delightfully slim waist snapped into place, my hair stopped growing out and my bosom swelled one last time into its final shape. At that moment I orgasmed, gasping and screaming, feeling wet waves of heat and emotion wash over me. Then there was silence. "Wow. What happened there?" I asked Simone as I lay back, basking in the afterglow. It was strange to hear Simone's voice when I spoke. But it was not Simone, as I didn't have her bouncy cadence and rhythms. It was my flat delivery married to her smooth tones. "I'm not sure," said Simone, who lay curled up, breathing into my chest. "I sort of went out of control. The moment you began to change I was incredibly turned on. I just had to touch you, to feel the transformation with my hands." "It was wild," I agreed, still panting. I glanced down to see the swell of my bosom rise and fall, and looked into Simone/Terri's wide and smiling eyes. "It was the damnedest thing, Sim. Almost frustrating, because my body refused to respond properly until the change was complete." "I couldn't stop myself," Simone said. "I was, like, coaching you into my body. Showing you what I liked." "You mean some kind of test-drive thing?" I laughed. "Yeah, something like that. I'll get that body back later. In the meantime I have a vested interested in making sure my boyfriend knows how to pleasure it." "I'm your girlfriend now." "BOYfriend," Simone insisted, playfully. "I don't feel like a lesbian. To me you're a boy dressed up as a girl." "But isn't it weird, kissing yourself?" I asked her. "Not as strange as I thought it might be. It seems natural, somehow. After all, you're not me, you're Robin. It makes a difference." "I suppose it does. I've never stopped thinking of you as Simone, regardless of the changes." "There you have it, then. We love each other, not our physical forms. It's a spiritual thing." "Sure, but your body, I mean MY new body, is hot, Simone," I said, stroking my curves with my smooth new hands. "I can't stop touching it." "I feel the same about this Terri body," said Simone, lifting herself off me. She started to absently caress one of her own breasts. "It's just so sexy. I mean, I used to enjoy masturbating a little in my own body, but now I'm someone else I don't want it to end." I laughed out loud, a sound that came out strange in Simone's soprano, and then gave a heave that flipped Simone/Terri onto her back. She looked surprised as I got up into a crouch and straddled her. "Okay," I smiled, "if we're not lesbians, but boyfriend and girlfriend, I get to be on top." I flopped down, crushing my breasts into hers and angling my head to kiss her. Simone submitted and we touched tongues for a long while, letting them dart in and out of each other's mouths. I unlocked my lips and looked deep into Sim's eyes. Her new Terri eyes were like great wells of intensity and passion, and I swear I could see Simone in them. "I love you," I said to Simone. "I love you too, baby," she said back, tears welling at the corner of her eyes. At that moment I felt a finger slide into my pussy and slip up to caress the bright, candy button of my clitoris. I began to cry too, as we started to make love. * * * The trip to the mall was fun. Simone insisted on driving her Mom's car, even though I owned the face on her driving license. While we were at the mall, there was no handholding or kissing in public. Simone was afraid we might be seen and tongues would wag. In the air-conditioned splendor of the clothes stores we played a game. I pretended to be a dressing dolly in exchange for hints and tips on acting in character as Simone. Terri/Simone was irritated by my voice, which she kept telling me was wrong. I kept trying, and failing, to catch her brighter tones. It didn't matter if I sounded phony. To be strapped tight into Simone's skin and stepping out into the world was more thrilling than I'd expected. It was like tasting another flavor of soda, just as she had said. This medallion-modified body was sinuous and curvy and sexy. It was somewhere between the taut sexual energy of Suki's body and the languid fleshiness of Terri. I felt more comfortable in Simone's form than either of my previous times as a woman, though as before I was having a frustrating time familiarizing myself with my new shape and senses. I couldn't get over being so much shorter than before. As we strolled the plaza I miscalculated my leg length a couple times, nearly tripping over myself. I no longer trusted my sense of distance or the length of my arm reach. Sim laughed at me as I gingerly tried to pick up a Snapple off a table in the food court without knocking it over. I got to laugh back at Simone's clumsiness. "Altitude sickness," she joked, after another drunken stumble. "I didn't think the world would look so different from three inches higher." "Sure," I agreed. "I found that out the first time I changed. Once you get out of the home and walk about, all the differences in the new body are amplified. You feel disoriented." "Self-conscious, too," replied Simone, thoughtfully. "You know, there's just so much more of me to move around in this body. I'm all boobs and butt. I feel like a whale." "Yeah, what is it with breasts?" I said. "They have a life of their own. Do you ever get used to them moving as you move?" "Kinda. It takes time," Simone/Terri smiled ruefully. "When I was twelve I went from flat as a board to a C-cup in a week. That had a really profound effect on me. It literally threw me off-balance. No really, I actually fell over! At the same time I had to deal with all the boys looking at me weird." "I see that. Men's eyes go straight to your chest first and then to your face," I laughed. "I'm not even sure they register my features. Just my tits." Terri stopped and gave me a thousand watt smile. "They're missing out, then, the fools." She touched my hand briefly. "You look beautiful." My new body responded strongly to Terri/Simone's touch and I blushed. Simone noticed this and started to joke about keeping me permanently flushed and flustered. "You're just so hormonal!" she started to laugh. "Don't joke about it!" I replied. "I feel on the verge of crying or jumping the first guy I meet or something. I don't feel in control!" "You're such a newbie at this girl stuff! We gotta straighten you out!" Simone said. * * * After we got back to the Simone's home, slightly hot and weary after shopping, we decamped out to the pool, which was shaded from the neighbors' view by a screen of poplars. My new red bikini from the store lasted all of five minutes in the cool water before Simone untied it and started to play with my body, my wet skin feeling slick beneath her hands. In return I had the fun of stripping her skintight one-piece off; peeling each strap from her shoulders to let her perfect breasts float free, then feeling down inside the costume to tenderly explore between her legs. Our weightless foreplay in the pool was a fantasy come alive. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. We floated, taking turns to kiss and caress each other until we got tired and climbed out of the water. "Why are we so horny?" I said, flopping to the lounger by the pool, wrapped in a towel. "I keep wanting to rip your clothes off." "It's these new bodies," said Simone, hitching herself back into the wet one-piece, which adhered to her curves like static. "We're no longer ourselves. All the inhibitions are gone. New skin, new sensations... it's a new world of experience and we can't take it all in. It's no surprise we're going a little crazy." "But I'm a man trapped in a woman's body." I said, unable to take my eyes off Simone/Terri's magnificent chest. I could see almost every detail through the flimsy fabric of her swimsuit. "It's, like, no surprise I get hot looking at you and even hotter looking at myself. But you're straight, not gay. You like guys. And now you're on this horny lesbo kick. I don't understand it." "I told you, I don't feel like a lesbian, Rob." Simone sat down on the lounger and snuggled up close. One hand slipped through my towel and began to seek out a breast. "Partly, I look at you and see Robin in a strange body. And it IS a strange body to me. I know it's the face I see in the mirror each day, but at the same time it's someone else, and not me." As Simone's eyes held me hypnotically, I felt her fingers brush past a nipple and then flick-flick at it. It became rigid instantly. "Also, it's a little like masturbating myself." Simone's mouth moved closer to mine. "So it's hetero, not lesbo." With that we kissed and I felt her tongue in my mouth and her hand sliding down, over my belly and between my legs. I spread my thighs apart and let her find my clitoris, and mewed as she touched it and kept touching. * * * When I woke up, I knew I'd changed again. A familiar tingling in my chest had woken me. Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I looked down. I was still lying on the lounger in my bikini, where I'd fallen asleep after Simone and I had last made love. The sun was almost down and I must have been out for a long time. Then I saw Simone standing over me, wrapped in a towel, a wide smile on her face. "What have you done, Simone? You just used the medallion on me, haven't you?" I looked down at myself and couldn't see any obvious changes. But I'd felt the electric tingle of the medallion's magic. What had she done? "Sorry, Rob. I couldn't resist." Simone continued to smile. "I just had to try something." She held up a small, round pad. "I wanted to try out one of these things on you." "What the hell's that?" I asked, slightly fearful. "It's a breast pad." Simone's smile broke out into a shit-eating grin. "Nursing mothers put them in their bra to, you know, deal with leakages." With my heart in my stomach I looked back down again. My breasts suddenly seemed a lot larger and heavier than before. And where my nipples pushed proudly through the red lycra of my bikini top, there were two tiny wet smears. "Simone, you bitch!" I leapt up off the lounger, trying to hold in my bigger chest, while Simone began to laugh. "I'm supposed to change back to myself to go home. Now I won't be able to transform again until tomorrow. My parents will go bugfuck if I don't come back." "Don't worry, tiger," smirked Simone, trying to calm me down. "I have it all under control. Since you're wearing my body, it's only fair I get to try on yours. I'll cover for you." My heart sank and I felt mad at my girlfriend. "You've planned this all along, haven't you?" I snarled, accusingly. "Not completely" Simone started to unwind the towel from her body. "I'd hoped to persuade you, but when the opportunity came along, I thought I'd take it. Anyway, you're having fun in my body, aren't you?" "Yeah, but--" "Well, you get an extra day to play with it. You've had the chance to try being the other sex. Now it's my turn." Simone dropped the towel, revealing that she was completely naked. Now one of her hands held the bag with the medallion, and the other seemed to hold a pair of my male shorts. I should have said no, I could have stamped my feet and thrown a tantrum, but I felt powerless. I was trapped in a woman's body for another day and there was no other option. I didn't know where to look or what to do while Simone prepared for her transformation. The bikini top was too tight on me and my boobs felt enormous, squished by the cloth. So I undid the ties behind my neck and let the top fall down. My breasts were definitely bigger and heavier. Where they'd defied gravity they now sagged a little. The teats in particular had become darker, slightly swollen, and the tip of one of them was definitely moist. By the time I tied the bikini up, more comfortably, Simone had put on the medallion and was touching my shorts to it. I watched Simone change with mixed feelings, too pissed at her to be excited by the change. Simone/Terri's hips seemed to slim and she grew taller, her perfect breasts deflating back into her broadening chest. Something smooth and fleshy began to drop between her legs, as if her vagina had begun to extrude out into a rudimentary penis. While she changed, we argued. "Look Rob, cut me a break! I've played out all your little fantasies. I've been Ayesha and Terri and even let you test-drive my body. It should have been obvious this was coming, just deal with it!" Simone's voice cracked and deepened as her face began to thicken into mine. "But you didn't ask!" I hissed back. "Instead you turned me into some kinda, I don't know, MILK COW!" I hitched up my boobs in my hands for emphasis. One teat was definitely leaking. "Look, I'm really sorry, Rob." Though she was still shapeshifting, Simone strode over to embrace me. I didn't resist; she was more man than woman now. "I shouldn't have done this, but I thought it would be fun. I've dreamed about this for weeks, I have. I really want this!" I could feel Simone's breath on my neck and her arms around me. Then I felt something hard and hot and fleshy against my thigh. And suddenly I realized I wanted it too. * * * We were back in Simone's bed, sprawled out on a mess of sheets. What surprised me most about our lovemaking was how normal it seemed. I didn't feel gay because I was kissing a man. It was just Simone in my body, and I loved kissing her. It was strange to see my male body from the outside. Simone had been right, it was like looking at a stranger. I didn't recognize myself. We were back to fumbling sex again, as Simone and I learned our way around a man's body, in my case from a new perspective. "This is funny. I always wondered what a hard-on felt like," Simone said, her eyes closed as she reclined. "It's like, all my energy is concentrated down there. It's really intense," she continued. I was stroking her hot, hard dick the way I liked it touched when I masturbated. Each time I gently jerked her foreskin back she shuddered. Although she looked like a guy now, I could not quite get past the idea that this person I was jerking off was a SHE, a woman bound tightly inside a man's skin. I found myself using the feminine pronoun when I thought of her. "It's so different from being a girl," I agreed. "Savory rather than sweet." My other hand stroked Simone's balls, which seemed to have tightened slightly. "Sure," she sighed back. "It's a more concentrated sensation. And there's this enormous tension all around my loins. I now understand why guys feel so driven by sex. There's something coiled inside. I have this urge to get it out." With that she gently pushed me by the shoulder back onto the sheets and straddled me, starting to hot-kiss down from my mouth to my chest. I closed my eyes, and as Simone reached a breast I began to feel her suck hard. There was a slight prickling sensation behind the nipple as she started to suckle. My mouth gently made an 'O'. Simone kept sucking for what seemed like an age, then suddenly she unlatched. "Ooh, that wasn't what I expected," she said. Simone spoke in my male voice, of course, but there was something in the rhythm that was definitely hers rather than mine. "I thought that would taste more milky." "How so?" I asked, brows knitted. "I dunno, more creamy. Yours has no taste to it." I laughed, and could feel my boobs shudder where they pooled on my chest. "So after all that, you discover I'm not a cheap drinks dispenser!" I grinned. "Well, I was curious, you know? So, what did it feel like? To breastfeed?" "Feel like?" I had to organize my thoughts, "It was relaxing and nice, I suppose. I was beginning to drowse and drift off and then you stopped." "Oh, we can't have that," Simone grinned wickedly. She was still astride me and I could see her penis was hard and hot. It was uncircumcised, as mine had been. I felt her hand reach down to part my legs. "Let's make you a woman," she said. Copulation was not quite what I'd anticipated. Since I'd become a girl I'd been finger-fucked numerous times and it had been weird to have something inside me where previously I'd known nothing. But when Simone mounted and entered me I felt filled. The penetration was deeper than anything before. My legs were splayed wide and everything about my lower body felt stretched and not entirely comfortable. I felt completely open and under Simone's control. Somehow this vulnerability made me feel hot and horny, and as Simone began to thrust, her belly rubbing against mine, I began to experience these hard zings up my spine into the back of my brain. My clitoris and vagina were both engaged, broadcasting buzzes of pleasure in a staccato rhythm. With Sim's weight on my chest, pushing my breasts flat, I had trouble breathing and had to gasp for air, making sharp little girlish squeaks with each intake. I could feel her dick inside me, filling me, thrusting, sliding, ramming against my cervix, pushing me up against the headboard of the bed. Her motions were growing more urgent and she tried unsuccessfully to find a regular stroke, instead alternating between heavy, hard pushes and rapid little woodpecker motions. She wasn't sure what to do. Though some kind of instinct was guiding her, as it did all first-timers, she was still a learner in that body. Then suddenly there was a massive thrust that almost banged my head against the wooden headboard and I realized Simone was ejaculating. I heard sharp breaths, the thrusts turned slow and strong, then slowly relaxed as she pushed the last of her seed out. I heard her gasp slightly and then she flopped onto me, almost crushing me beneath her. See? I still thought of Simone as a 'her', even though she now had a dick and had just fucked me. This was SO weird. I hadn't come, but I didn't care. I was enjoying watching Simone, in my body, pull herself off me and flop back on the bed. Her penis was already shrivelling and the wrinkled condom she was wearing hung off it, lolling to one side. "Oh. My. God," she said. "So that's what guy sex feels like? All that focus and desire then suddenly I feel completely spent!" "'Le petit mort', the French call it," I said, still panting. "'The little death'." Gingerly, I folded my knees back together, massaging some life and blood back into my legs. My thigh muscles all felt stretched and taut. "The French aren't kidding!" agreed Simone, taking in a deep breath that was nearly a yawn. Then she stretched. "I'm damned if I don't want to bury my head and sleep." "No rest for the wicked," I smiled at her, evilly. "You didn't make me come. I demand my rights. I insist that you rock my world!" "You didn't orgasm?" Simone looked dismayed. It was odd to see Simone-like expressions flicker across 'my' face. "After all that effort?" "Nope," I laughed, and I saw Simone briefly purse her lips. "Hell. This guy sex thing is more difficult than I thought." With that, Simone heaved herself across the bed and kissed me. I felt one of her fingers--larger than Terri's had been--seek out my clitoris and deftly, expertly begin to fondle it. I squealed and felt my back arch. Then a moment later came the sensation of Simone's lips locking on to a breast, followed by the prickle behind the teat as she began to drink deep. I sighed. I was looking forward to this. * * * After Simone had gone home--I mean back to MY house--I had her empty home to myself. I could indulge myself a little. I tried playing dress-up with the clothes we'd bought that afternoon. This was fun, trying on different fittings, different textures. There were sheer, silky things; tight, sexy things and light, loose things that draped over my curves. Simone knew what she was doing when she'd purchased these clothes. The only annoyance was my hair, which was as uncontrollable and itchy as Terri's had been, and then there was my new bust. The bras we'd bought had fitted me perfectly. But since Simone had used the Medallion to make my boobs lactate, every brassiere felt too tight. And yet without a bra I had nowhere to put the breast pads, which were the only thing stopping me smearing milk stains over everything. My boobs wouldn't stop leaking and they were getting sore. As I packed myself into my underwear I cursed Simone under my breath. First thing tomorrow, I'd change back into a man. I'd have to wait until Simone returned as she'd taken the Medallion with her. It had been fun to play-act the fantasy of being a girl, but I'd come to the conclusion that I was a guy at heart. Simone and I had talked this over before she rode my body back home. "You know what's so strange about this," she'd said, as she kicked back on the couch, "is that I still feel like a woman, but one who is dressed up in a man costume. Wearing this body is like fancy dress. I'm still me inside." "I know what you mean," I agreed. "I thought I'd feel more feminine after the transformation, that somehow my perspective would change. It really hasn't, though I think this body is having some kind of effect on my mind- -maybe it's making me more, uh..." I dried up. "...More hysterical?" Simone jumped in, accusingly. "Isn't that always what women are accused of?" "No, not hysterical," I shook my head "Not anything demeaning. But I feel emo all the time. I'm teetering on a precipice of something and yet inside I'm still thinking like a guy. There's no mental shift. I'm... what did you call it? A Chimera? Part one thing and part the other. My boy mind is at war with all the girl hormones washing around in my body." "Yeah, I feel that too. There's a weird energy to being in your body. Something to do with the chemicals being pumped into my brain. It's maybe more aggressive..." Simone paused. "No, that's not it. That's too simple. Not aggression, but focus and drive, I'm not sure. This man-shape is all really alien to me. It's like a holiday in a foreign country," she said. "I'm enjoying it but I don't want to live there." * * * Sunday dawned. I woke late, to the distant car door clunk as the Coopers' neighbors drove to church. Light lancing between the curtains picked out dust motes drifting aimlessly about Simone's bedroom. I had a premonition something was wrong. Not a certainty, but an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach told me that something was out of kilter. After showering, I got dressed, forcing my damned swollen boobs into that too-tight bra and putting on a light top and a skirt. I looked in the mirror. A strange girl with wavy hair peered back, a pensive look on her face. If she'd spruced herself up she'd be real good-looking. I tried a smile but it didn't work. The girl in the mirror only grimaced. I knew that something wasn't right. I tried calling my cellphone--Simone now had it along with all my other gear. I got the automated answering service and left a message. It was long past ten o'clock, so I decided to try my parents. I concentrated as I dialed. I had to keep reminding myself that I was Simone now and must'nt give the game away. A familiar man's voice answered. "Hi, Mister Armitage, it's Simone!" I'd got that much right. "Uh, is Rob there?" "Heya, Simone, he's not here," from his voice, Dad seemed quite at ease with his son's official girlfriend. "He left about an hour ago. Said he was going over to your place. He's not there?" "No," I was trembling, fear starting to make my voice shake. "Da--, uh, Mister Armitage, he's not here yet. An hour ago, you say?" "Sure, I saw him head off on his bike," said Dad. There was a painful silence. We both knew it took less than ten minutes to get to the Cooper house. "Simone, let me take a drive over to Wooldale, see if I can see anything." "Okay," I said, putting the phone down. I knew what was happening. Simone had already predicted it. We'd messed with the Medallion of Zulo. It carried a heavy hoodoo. You don't use powerful magic like that without paying a price. I waited by the phone, tummy knotted with fear, on the verge of tears, cursing this stupid hormonal girl body and my damned idiocy. I went over events again and again. Why did I agree to these changes? Why did I let her convince me? And yet while there was no bad news I could still hope that everything was okay and Simone would turn up at any moment with the Medallion in one hand and a bright grin on her face. This was just a scare, right? I damn near jumped out of my skin when the 'phone rang. It was Dad. "Simone? It's Tom Armitage." Dad had a weird, stretched voice I'd never heard before. "Robin. He's... had an accident." Now the tears came and I couldn't stop them. * * * The following week was a blur. I had to piece it all together later. Dad had reached the crash after the cops did. He saw the body lying like a sack of meat in the road, paramedics fussing around it. The police told him that a red sedan had clipped the mountain bike, sending the rider flying. The victim was Simone, still in my body. Her head had cracked against the pavement, just the right amount of force in exactly the wrong place. There had been damage to the brain and as I stood, later, rigid and frightened in the airless, antiseptic space of the hospital, the surgeons looked grave. There was an operation, then another. Mom, Dad, Elaine and Me waited silently while Simone was in surgery. None of the procedures worked. Simone held on for a week in my body, her head swollen and misshapen against the crisp hospital pillow, looking almost inhuman, and then she died. I was inconsolable. I was a wretched mess. While Simone had been alive I'd entertained the hope that the Medallion was still around and I could use it to restore her to what she'd been before the accident. But the dingus was long gone. A frantic search of the accident scene and my old bedroom turned up nothing, nada, zilch. I thought of telling my parents about the Medallion and what Simone and I had done, but I didn't. They wouldn't have believed me and they would only hate me for saying it. There was a funeral--MY funeral--with flowers and a casket and my framed photograph on top. I attended as the victim's girlfriend, with Mike and Susannah Cooper, my 'parents', as support. My sister Elaine was there with her pal Terri providing a shoulder to cry on. I was a stranger to Terri but she treated me with great kindness and consideration. It was bizarre to see my evil sister so upset over me, or rather, over the corpse in the coffin. Mom and Dad wept and I hugged them, and they and lots of other people said nice things about me--about Robin--only some of which I believed. Things I'd never imagined they'd say. When they called on me to say something, I collapsed. I've never been more miserable and broken up in my life. I was overwhelmed by the loss Simone, the loss of my body and the loss of my old life and family. It was a trifecta of grief. I thought I'd die. Then the funeral was over and life continued. My story wasn't over yet. Not by a long chalk.