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Lasting Impressions By: ASTRO Many people used to wonder what it would be like to experience life from the opposite sex's point of view. I, like many people have their own story to tell about how new technology changed my life. My name is AJ. I am married and a father of two little girls. I am a 25 year old Caucasian male with an athletic body. My life has been pretty normal. I am a mechanical engineer and live in a nice home near the city of South Bend, IN. I have been happily married now for 4 years and to say the least I am content with how things are. With that being said my wife is not the same type, and that is where my story begins. Jessica, my wife, is 24 years old and the most beautiful woman I could have ever hoped to marry. She was about 5'5" with a slim body and a bra size of 36D ...sorry I am a guy. She had long beautiful blonde hair that always had a slight curl to it. Jess was without a doubt way above my league and yet here I was married to her. About two weeks ago she burst in through the door with a website she wanted me to check out. Normally Jessica comes home from work exhausted. 12 hours as a nurse in the ER will do that to you. Lori, a friend of hers at work apparently had told her the strangest thing. "Lori wasn't really Lori today," she excitedly told me. I was pretty peculiar of these types of things. There were too many scams and crazies in the world to believe all you hear at face value; however Jessica was very intelligent and would not easily be taken up by something like that. Jessica was not about to let me just wave this off though. She pulled me to the computer and typed in a series of weird characters, mostly buttons you hardly use, and then hit enter. A site popped up with a picture of two people, maybe stick figures, and a weird light show thing transferring between the two of them. Whoever designed their site needed to be fired, I thought. "Lori's body came into work today, but that is not who she was," Jess exclaimed. "We all noticed she was not herself and figured maybe something was just going on in her personal life," Jess said. "You left her alone then, right?" I asked. "Of course not. We talked with her and found out that Lori convinced her husband John to take a body vacation with her," Jess said. Jess and I read the website some more and we learned that a new technology had been developed by graduates at MIT. For $1000 they would switch any two minds for as long as you like. The government had been regulating this and there was a process to follow, but as long as you don't have a criminal background or a job requiring security clearances you could make a swap. There were forms that had to be filled out and would take about 5 weeks to find out if we were approved. Filing the forms with the company was completely free. Jessica begged me for an hour to fill out the forms to see if we would be allowed to swap. "Why do you want to swap with me so badly?" I asked. "It is easier to be a girl then a boy anyway, and probably a lot more fun. You are a lot better looking than me, and you are also a year younger. There is nothing you do that is any more difficult than me on a day to day basis. Do not try to tell me it is harder because of makeup and stuff; you do not really have to wear it anyway," I bragged. "I have always been curious what it is like to be a guy. When we go on bike rides you leave me in the dust all the time and I can hardly keep up. You are stronger than me, have more endurance than me, and you always seem to have such a good time in bed too," Jess seductively said. "You seem to have a pretty good time too," I defensively replied. "Don't get me wrong. Things are great, but they are getting so repetitive and boring. You always go into work every day at 9 AM and leave work every day at 5 PM. You make dinner and then give the girls a bath. You then put the girls to bed after reading them some stories and life goes on," she complained. After much nagging I finally gave in. We both put our information into the form and sent it off. I secretly began to wonder what if this site was not a scam. It was still early and the girls had not woken up yet. Jessica worked nights, part time, and was finally starting to feel the effects of working her 12 hour shift. Suddenly I thought of something. "How is it possible for John in Lori's body to do her job?" I questioned. With a smile and laugh Jessica said, "Getting curious are you? The swap moves what you want to be swapped. In Lori and John's case they swapped everything but all knowledge and experience regarding their careers." "I guess that makes sense. In this made up idea that we can isolate memories and the core essence of a person," I scoffed. "No, you are only getting this concept partially correct. They can find memories and put holds on them if you reveal them, but they cannot just isolate specific memories and swap them. The military was looking into the application for spying and found that the participants have to be willing for a memory hold to occur," she said. My mind was now at peace. I was worried that as aggressive as Jess can be that I might find my food drugged one night and wake up in her body the next day. Jessica started to take off her tank top and change into some clothes to sleep in. I thought to myself again how lucky I was to have such a beautiful woman as my wife. She took off her bra and put an oversized t-shirt on. She then took off her pants and put on a pair of shorts barely longer then her boy-cut-panties. "Always peeking at me huh?" Jess whispered in my ear. It was all I needed. She was very turned on by the idea of swapping. Jess led me back to the bed and damn near raped me. I slept in for another 2 hours before hearing my oldest girl knock on the door to find someone to make breakfast. The next couple weeks went by structured as always. The routine my wife and I had made for ourselves satisfied our needs and got us through each day. Jessica worked a couple more weekends and I kept up with work and even started to get ahead on some of my projects. Things normally were slow during the summer months, and I found time relax with the boys and talk sports. I could never have imagined the changes that were about to unfold. "Honey did you check your email today? We passed, and we are allowed to swap. I made an appointment with the company," she joyfully informed me. I was stunned. I thought for sure there would be some reason why we couldn't swap, or at least I hoped there would be one. I went back online and found the company had made some serious improvements to their webpage. You could find it on Google search now, and they had a name, Lasting Impressions. It looked like a legitimate company now. It's just a thousand dollars I thought. Worst case scenario they steal our money and my wife learns a lesson. As I was soon to find out that was not the worst case scenario. Making an appointment was a little harder than my wife thought it was going to be. The popularity of this place was booming, and because they had the patent on the technology there was not any competition. The soonest a consultation could be scheduled would be three weeks from now. My wife was a little disappointed and kept poking around the site. "Hey baby, come over here," she asked. "Yes master," I teased. "I found these shortcuts on the site to make things go more smoothly with the consultation or skip it entirely," she said. For next three hours she sat at the computer plunking away at the keyboard. Then she called me over and told me to review the form. I looked over this "form" and was surprised to see that it had a set of instructions for the memory hold. Actually there was a full set of instructions with a bunch of legal citations and a place for digital signatures. The agreement was a bit technical but I was able to glean some info from it. 1. Type of transfer: Male and Female Transfer a. Level 4 difficulty (pre-approved) (The range was from 1-10) I thought that was a bit odd. What could be more difficult than a mind transfer between a man and woman? 2. Memory Hold: Career and Career Experiences a. Male Transfer Protocol (Male interface synapse for female mind to work in male body) b. Female Transfer Protocol (Female interface synapse for male mind to work in female body) 3. Duration of transfer: 1 day - 1 year (there were two other options a 5 year plan, and the a change for life: warning all life changes are permanent) a. Level 1 degradation transfer (range from 1-3) It got more legal and technical from here and I couldn't understand it all. I was starting to wonder if this would really work. My mind began to fill with questions. What are the risks? How long does Jess want to stay switched? What happens if someone exceeded the 1 year limit? "Jess, how long did you want to switch for?" I asked. With a huge smile she said, "I only want to switch for a week or two - nothing too big, but I do want you to work as me and get a good feel for what I go through on a daily basis." We chatted for a while and I agreed we would give this a try. We placed our fingers on the DNA scanners and then put our PIN numbers in to digitally sign the document. The document was sent off to the company. A week later we got a phone call from Lasting Impressions. An older lady on the phone said she was a psychiatrist and needed to ask us some questions. We each took a turn on the holophone and before long we both were told that we were in excellent mental health. Jessica took down our confirmation number and thanked the lady for her time. Two weeks later the date of our consultation had arrived. We took the maglift from South Bend, IN to San Antonio, TX. I hate long trips like that. It took almost two hours to get there. We called a taxi from the station and set off for the consult offices. The consult offices were in one of the largest building I have ever seen. I couldn't really get a true appreciation for the height of the building. The water vapor pollution always kept low cloud cover of the city, and you could never see more than a 1000ft up. We entered the building and took a vertilift up to the 59th floor to meet Mr. Stykes, our vacation consultant. Mr. Stykes was the nerdiest guy I have ever seen in my life. He had the thickest eyebrows and the greasiest hair. For the next two hours he went through the legal parts of the arrangement and he informed us that if a crime was committed we would be held liable for the actions of the mind not the body. It made sense; there was no reason for me to be held accountable for actions taken by my wife in my body. We were informed that on the date of our transfer we should not eat anything unsettling, and we would have an IV to keep us nourished and hydrated during the process. The experience has been known in the past to leave people feeling nauseous for a few minutes, and no one likes puking on themselves right after the change. "First impressions are everything," he said and then winked at my wife. Somehow Jess knew what he meant by that. He told us to bring a change of clothing, because the process would take about 12 hours of synapse mapping before we could be transferred. He then shook our hands and said that he would see us tomorrow for the start of our body vacation. I was a bit overtaken at first. This was much sooner than I was expecting to change. Jessica looked at him and said, "Tomorrow is no good, can you schedule us an appointment a week from now." Mr. Stykes had no problems with that and said, "I will see you then, oh and don't forget you cannot get pregnant or we cannot switch you back till after the pregnancy." I was not going to let that was not going to happen, I thought. The next week went by very quickly. I put a lot of time into work trying to make sure that all the difficult tasks were handled. I really didn't want Jess getting into trouble for my work. Jessica was glowing with happiness. She would constantly grab me and turn me on, but when I tried to turn the heat up she would back away. I figured I could get her back if this worked. We agreed that we would not tell the kids and I would be Mommy in her body and she would be Daddy in mine. Jess whispered to me the night before, "You are making one of my greatest dreams come true, I will make this worth it to you." I was ready to let her make it up to me now, but she rolled over and went to sleep. One week had gone by fast and we got up and left the kids with my brother-in-law. The two hour trip to the company was a pain but we managed. I was carrying the clothes Jess packed last night. I worked late and she was kind enough to pack clothes for both of us. Jess was clicking her nails on the railing and could barely sit still. We arrived and found that the company had sent a car to meet us at the station. We arrived on time and were sent to the basement of the building this time. I was pretty nervous and could hear my heart pounding. I thought it was going to jump out of my chest. We were led to a group of technicians who were setting up some bio-sensors and speaking geek about what calibration this and that needs. Mr. Stykes came from around the corner and called us into a briefing room. "Please sign these waivers you were briefed on earlier and make any amendments now," he said. Jess took the forms and went over them one more time. She smiled and said, "Silly them they misspelled our last name." Jess clicked away on the document and then put her DNA signature to the form. I was feeling really anxious now and just signed the forms as quickly as I could. We then made our payment and Mr. Stykes grinned as he read over the document. "Jessica please go through the door on my left and AJ please go through the door on my right. You will not see each other until the transfer is done. Thank you for your business and enjoy," he said as if he had rehearsed those lines for years. Jessica gave me a hug and said, "See you on the other side." I gave a weak smile, grabbed my change of clothes and walked through my door. In the next room I saw a mostly barren, white room with two men working in the corner. A computer hologram gave directions as I entered. I placed the spare clothes in the locker on the other side of the room and undressed. There was a chair in the middle of the room with a toilet seat on the top of it and what looked to be an opening for doing your business. I guess 12 hours would be a long time to hold it. I sat in the chair and the two men came over and started putting adhesive sensors all over my chest and body. I hate those things so much. It hurts like hell when the hair gets pulled out taking them off. Once I was hooked in, the men started to strap me into the chair and asked if I would like a sedative. I gladly accepted and was told that the sedative would wear off when it was time to transfer. I had to be awake for the transfer to focus on the memories I wanted the hold placed on. The first 11 hours and 55 minutes went by in the blink of an eye. I awoke fully aware and ready to do this. I started to focus on the memories of my education, job experience, and relationships with my co- workers. It felt like fingers were reaching into my mind and placing pressure on the memories I brought forward, and then there was nothing. I no longer felt my bare skin against the chair, nor could I smell or hear the equipment running in the corner. Just as abruptly, there was another flash and I found myself in a haze. I felt a lurching in my stomach, but managed to control myself. I looked up and couldn't see much. The room was very dark, or maybe it was me. Slowly the harnesses that were holding me into the chair were removed and I was allowed to move. I felt very different, but not like I had changed. I couldn't feel much of anything and I was very worried. My arm moved when I told it to move and I was able to fully control my body, but my vision was blurry and I did not really know what was going on. I was getting a little anxious. The computer started to power down and told me that a female technician was coming in to help me. The technician arrived and began to do a serious of diagnostics on me. It took her about thirty minutes to finish running her tests, but as she was running the tests I began to smell the alcohol used to sterilize the equipment in the corner. I also started to hear the hum from the heat- sinks cooling the hologram projectors. "We are going to get you back to feeling normal again or as close to the normal you know," the woman said to me. The worker began to grab the sensors glued to my wife's body and pulled them off one at a time. Surprisingly it didn't hurt at all. She removed the IV with grace and regenerated the dermal tissue with ease. The worker grabbed the bag of clothing Jessica left for me and led me to another room. There was a shower in the center of the room and the worker had me stand in the middle. Warm water started to come from the shower head on ceiling combined with an inaudible high pitch sound. I suddenly felt a jolt all through my new body, as the energized water molecules danced across my skin. The lights were slowly raised or my vision got better?.I do not really know which, and I felt for the first time the huge weight on my chest. I looked down only to have my vision blinded by blonde hair falling in my face. I pulled the hair back and saw a valley of flesh between two huge orbs swaying on my torso. They pulled down on my chest with so much weight it almost hurt. As the water continued to travel down my new body I felt my nipples come to life. They stood erect and I could feel them sticking out. It was somewhat similar to how it feels when penis use to be erect, but on a much smaller scale. I was very curious, but chose not to explore in front of the people working here. As the rest of my body regained its senses I noticed the absence of my penis and scrotum. It was actually very pleasant. What a wonderful feeling not having a penis, I thought. The site of my pubic region was a thrill that terrified me and excited me at the same time. The workers finished the shower and used a convection aided solar pulse to dry me off. I got a nice tan and dry at the same time, how nifty. The workers excused themselves and asked me to get dressed. They told me when I was done to go back to the room I started in, my husband should meet me in there shortly. I was a little put off to being told that I had a husband. I grabbed the bag of clothes and for the first time saw what my wife brought for me to wear. I pulled out the bra first, because I really needed some support. The bouncing and jiggling on my chest was very annoying and I wanted some control. The bra she picked out was a red one that I really liked with a design in the middle. Upon closer examination I saw it was a Victoria's Secret pushup bra with underwire and pretty lace all around the edges. I had seen my wife put a bra on a thousand times before and because of that I did not make a total fool of myself. I placed my breasts in each cup and latched the bra on my second try. I then slid the shoulder strap up and then raised my breasts and bra up to a supported position and gently laid them back down. The bra straps dug into my shoulders, and I could feel a lot of tension on my back. The lace around the edges tickled a little. I ran my fingers over the lace and back up to the sleek material that covered my breasts. The bra was a blessing for now, but I was suspecting that I was going to have quite a bit of back pain later. The shocked started to subside and I started to recognize what my current behavior would look like to others. I was a blonde woman playing with her bra while her vagina was shamefully uncovered. I needed to put on a pair of underwear. I looked into the bag and was shocked when I saw the panties she picked for me. Jess had picked a red satin thong for me to wear. It was Victoria's Secret, most likely part of a matching set considering the lace around the thong matched the bra. The bra had a butterfly stitched into the front of it that matched the thong's lace butterfly stitched on the back where the straps made a T. The panties were so tiny. I untangled it and began to slide it up my legs. The feeling of satin sliding against my clean shaven skin was a very erotic. I pulled the thong over my hips and tight against my vagina. I once again marveled at how nice it felt to have a vagina, but that subsided as I pulled the thong up my ass crack. I ran my played with the lace on the top of my thong. The lace was woven in such an intricate pattern, but what really enticed me was the transition from the lace down to the sleek smooth fabric that covered my vagina. The thin fabric hugging my hips looked great but I was not comfortable with my butt hanging out. I was done playing and wanted to cover up. I saw a simple pair of jeans in the bag and grabbed them. They were so tight that I had difficulty pulling them up all the way. The seam of the pants met my crotch but they were still not high enough to cover the top of my butt. I pulled harder forcing pressure on my crotch and felt myself getting strangely aroused. I gave up and tied off the belt that was sewn into the jeans. The butterfly at the T in the back was still very visible, and the front of the jeans barely covered the top of my red velvet thong. I thought to myself that Jessica needs to buy larger jeans. I grabbed the brush from the bag and began detangling my hair. It took forever and I was eating some of my words already; having long hair is a pain. I grabbed an elastic hair band from the bag and put my hair up in a pony tail. I started rushing to leave and almost forgot to put a shirt on. The bra to me felt like I was already wearing something and I guess it was just old habits. I assumed wearing a feminine shirt would be no different from wearing a man's shirt; boy was I wrong. To my relief I found a simple black tank top in the bag. It had a built in bra, but from what I could see it was far too weak to offer me any support. I was once again thankful to have the bra. I bent over to pick up the shirt and felt the thong slide further up my crack. I was not amused. I pulled the tank top over my head and carefully slipped my pony tail through the top. I pulled the built in bra part over the top of my breasts. I looked down and was not happy with the skin I was displaying. I did not want the top of my new breasts exposed. For the first time I realized that the bra was pushing my breasts together and making the nice picture of cleavage all of us guys dream of. I could hide my entire wallet in there and no one but I would know. I finished placing the low cut shirt on my torso and found another surprise. The shirt didn't go all the way down to my jeans. It actually only came down to the bottom of my naval, and even worse the red lacey butterfly on the back of my thong would remain visible for the world to see. I am going to change into something very different when I get home, I thought. There was a note inside telling me to apply some light foundation to my face and a little eye shadow. I had seen my wife do this a few million times and found that it was actually really easy to apply foundation and eye shadow. I used the mirror she packed for me and began to get aroused at the site of myself. I am one lucky guy I thought, and then I remembered I was not exactly a guy anymore. The purple eye shadow added just the right amount of color to finish off my look. The note finished with please use one pump from my perfume and do not forget your deodorant I will see you shortly. I found a deodorant gel that smelt like lavender and applied the gel under each arm. I found the bottle of perfume, it was labeled Lilo. I sprayed one pump on my breasts like Jess always use to and packed up everything else. The fragrances coming from the deodorant and the perfume were fantastic. I loved these scents and how good they made me feel. I started to walk toward the door and felt the cold floor on my feet. Almost forgot my shoes I thought. In the bag were some of Jess's, now my, elevated sandal shoe things. They were slightly higher at the heel then sloped down toward the front. I placed my tiny feet into each sandal and for the first time noticed that my toes were preemptively painted the same color as my eye shadow. The shoes fit perfectly and added about 2 inches to my height. To my great delight, the sandals were not that difficult to walk in. Thank God I thought; they could have been boots with stiletto heels. I grabbed the bag, zipped it up, and walked back to the first room. My legs were situated further apart then I was used to. My butt was moving back and forth with a natural swaying of my hips and I couldn't walk like I used to no matter how hard I tried. The thong seemed to find ways of digging deeper and deeper and my boobs were jiggling like crazy. I almost walked right into the wall because I was paying more attention to what I was feeling than where I was going. The inside of my bra was very soft and thankfully so, because my nipples were sliding a good inch up and down with every awkward step I took. I felt a strange energy build up in my abdomen as I walked through the room where we swapped and my vagina seemed to feel slippery. I ignored it and opened the last door. If you ever get the chance to experience seeing yourself from another person's perspective I recommend it. I had always thought that I was a little over weight or a little disproportioned but I looked as good as any other guy I had ever seen. Jess in my body ran to me and gave me a big hug saying how happy he was. I was not ready for the sensations I felt. The feeling of my large breasts getting pushed into my old body was unfamiliar, and I needed to spend some time interpreting what my body was telling me. Mr. Stykes walked in and cleared his throat. Jess now AJ released me and we focused our attention on what our vacation consultant had to say. "The procedure went perfectly, and you both have switched in accordance with our agreement. We have made an appointment five weeks from now, as stated in your contract, to switch you back. Please call us if you have any questions, and please heed the warning we gave you regarding crime and pregnancy," Mr. Stykes said. "What! Five weeks! We said we were only going to switch for two weeks. What is going on?" I inquired. "Is this your contract?" Mr. Stykes asked. I read the digital document brought up before me and sure enough, it was the document I signed before the switch. Then it dawned on me. They didn't misspell our names; my wife had tricked me into a couple of extra weeks. "Jess this is not what I wanted. If I am you for the next five weeks I am going to go through your entire female cycle," I complained. "First of all my name is AJ, and yes you are right. I did trick you. It was for your own good. Now you will truly get to appreciate what it means to be a woman," AJ said. Mr. Stykes saw the fight we were about to have and ushered us out of the building so the next potential customers would not see us and be frightened away. I was furious with AJ. He had tricked me into all of this and now I was stuck. The company booked these appointments in advance and all dates are final without a hefty penalty fee ... a lot more then we had to spend. We took the company shuttle back to the maglift and started our long trip home. AJ apologized after a while and told me he was just caught up in the moment. He promised he would make this up to me. The ride home was awful. I kept picking at my butt crack the whole time trying to get the thong into a comfortable spot. I learned that thong and comfortable is an oxymoron or at least to me it is. I went to the window as we went past Saint Louis and the arch for a better view. Some punk kid no more than 14 years old reached out and snapped my thong as he walked by. I was pissed off and nearly punched him in the face. His father was with him and apologized thoroughly for his son's actions. As he walked away I heard him tell his son quietly that women would not be treated that way if they dressed more sensibly. Thank you Jess I thought in the back of my mind. These clothes however were not that different from what most women of Jess's proportions and age wore. I decided to stay seated the rest of the ride home. We arrived home late that night and both of us were rather exhausted. AJ asked if I had any interests in exploring our bodies together, but I was not in the mode. We dropped our bag of old clothes on the floor and threw away the wrappers from the fast food we bought on the way. The greasy stuff we bought was not settling in my stomach as well as it used to. AJ stripped off his shirt and pants and climbed into bed with nothing but his boxers on. I watched him undress as I used to and realized that being sexually attracted to each other was going to take some time. I unbuttoned my jeans and felt a lot of relief. Man were those things tight! I slid the jeans down my legs and decided to copy the past behavior of my spouse and put on a pair of her sleeping shorts. I took my tank top off and just stared at the size of my breasts. They were so big especially when compared to the size of my hands. I reached back and unclasped the bra. My boobs dropped and started tugging at my chest again. I really did not like this feeling, but there was some much needed relief on my shoulders and back. Carrying those babies up the whole way home was difficult and I wondered how I was going to fare getting through an entire day. I grabbed one of my oversized t-shirts and slipped it over my head. I took my pony tail out and climbed into bed. It took me about two minutes of rolling around to find out that sleeping with a pony tail in was probably better than without. I also found that the silk sheets I bought Jess last Christmas for the bed was quite a treat. My smooth legs traveling up and down the violet colored fabric felt heavenly. I got out of bed to grab my pony tail and felt something I feared. My bladder was full and I needed to use the bathroom before going back to bed. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. AJ was watching me from the bed and I could hear his faint laughs. I shut the door and locked it. I wanted all the privacy I could get for this experience. I walked over the toilet pulled down my thong and shorts and sat down on the seat. It felt pretty humiliating to be sitting down to pee with a red thong around my knees. If any of my friends ever knew about this I would never be able to speak to them again. I started to wonder how peeing as a girl worked, but I just tried like I did as a guy and it I began urinating. It must be from the Female Transfer Protocol program they put in our heads. I finished peeing and for the slightest second I thought the color of my urine was slightly pink or even red. I finished and immediately stood back up to get dressed. As I stood I felt urine run from my vagina all down my legs. I quickly sat back down. Shit, I thought. I have got to remember to wipe. I grabbed some toilet paper and dabbed myself dry. I am certain I was not doing this right. I then grabbed some baby wipes from the sink and cleaned my legs up. While looking at the baby wipes I realized I had to take my makeup off. I grabbed a fresh wipe and cleaned my face up rather easily. Baby wipes might be a girl's secret trick for removing makeup. I regrettably pulled the thong back up, untangled it, and then put my shorts back on. I looked back at everything that just transpired, sighed, and went back to bed. Deep down inside I could not believe this was real.