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Lasting Impressions: Chapter 4 By: ASTRO Day 6-7 I woke up to the alarm clock going off at noon. I rolled over realizing that my plan to stay up late last night worked out. I had to work the night shift tonight as Jessica and I was a little nervous. I had not tried to use her memories yet, and I did not know what that was going to be like. I rolled out of bed without any surprise from the feelings of my body. I had come to accept the swaying of my enormous breasts, and the empty feeling between my legs. I went to the bathroom to sit down and pee, when Splash! I fell right into the toilet. AJ had left the seat up when he last went pee. I was grossed out, and it took all of my self control not to curse out loud. I sat up out of the toilet and grabbed his bath towel and dried off my butt. I figured I would tell him I did that tomorrow after he had showered. Fair is fair I thought. I finished my morning routine and got up to get some food and see how the kids were doing. The house was strangely quiet. I found a note on the coffee table telling me that AJ had taken the kids to the park and was going to be back around 12:30pm with some lunch for me. I smiled and was very happy to have a husband who cared about me so much. I went back to the bedroom and started to wonder what bra and panties would be most comfortable to work in. I really did not want to wear anything that would ride up my butt all day, but on the other hand everything else was placed up my butt on purpose. I decided that I would give thongs another chance and picked out a white thong with a pink bow sewn into the front. It had a matching bra with the same pink bow sewn between cups. I laughed at the site of them. I was sure I was going to look like a sexual present. I grabbed a white tank top with a lightly supported bra structure at the top. It was cut low enough that my bra would be visible to anyone looking. It was a good thing that I would be wearing a scrub top over it. I grabbed my scrub pants and went off to shower. I showered but decided that no one would be seeing my legs and pits and inclined not to shave. I washed my body with the flower scented soaps and was found pure joy in the scents. I decided that there would not be time for AJ to give me a quickie with the girls around so I switched the shower head to massager. I was getting very good at turning myself on mentally. I started to think of AJ kissing my body starting at my neck and working his way down to my crotch. I felt the muscles in my vagina respond to the thoughts and I felt myself get a little wet. I then used the massager on my nipples and felt my hips sway ever so slightly as energy built up in my abdomen. I then used my free hand to continue stimulating my nipples and moved the massager slowly down my body to my crotch. I moved the water pulses on and off my clit as I felt like. The first orgasm was quick, but set me up for the rest. I was getting good at this, but at the same time the orgasms weren't as big of a surprise. I finished up feeling extremely exhausted, but satisfied. I stepped out of the shower refreshed and clean, but hated the way the cold air felt on my breasts. I dried off and grabbed the bra. I put the bra on effortlessly and gulped as I grabbed the thong. My first and only experience with thong panties involved a major pain in my ass and a kid snapping them on the maglift. I untangled the thong and pulled it up my legs. It felt weird feeling the stubble on my legs from not shaving as I pulled the panties up. I positioned the thong up my butt crack and tight against my crotch. I looked up at the mirror and saw that the bra did not quite fit me right. This must be why Jess never wore this one much. I normally wore a 36D size bra, but this one was a 34D and it was made by a different company then most of her stuff. My boobs were supported like always and the bows did make me look like sexual present, but lace at the top of the cups did not cover my entire nipple. In fact if the lace was about a half a centimeter shorter my nipples would be flopping in the wind. The top of my areolas were out there for the world to see. I decided no one would observe it anyway and finished getting ready. AJ walked in with the girls carrying a bag of fast food with him as I walked out of the bathroom. Our oldest daughter was extremely excited carrying her kid's meal with her. "You picked what I usually wear," he teased staring at my areolas sticking out of the top of my bra and shirt. I was very embarrassed and ran back to the bedroom. I put my scrub top and walked back into the living room. AJ smiled at me and nodded with a sense of approval. "I am starving what did you get me for lunch," I asked? "I got the girls some chicken nuggets, a half pound burger for me, and I got you your favorite, a Mediterranean salad," he replied. I was very disappointed with this. I was really hungry and all I get to eat is a salad. It was not a normal salad either. There was no meat on it and it had nuts, berries, and fruit all over it. I guess this was something Jess's body liked to eat so I took it from him with a smile and started to eat it. I was really surprised at how good the salad actually tasted. I ate the whole salad at what I thought was a pretty good pace, but found that AJ had finished his burger and was half way done with his fries. "I did get you a treat," AJ said. I smiled at him and waited eagerly to see what he meant. He pulled a vanilla shake out of the bag and handed it me. "Wait till you see how good that tastes, I got the girl making it to add extra vanilla bean syrup," he bragged. I took a sip and was blown away. I began greedily drinking the rest of the shake down. The shake was only a small, but with that and salad I felt very satisfied with all I had eaten. The ice cream had a way of picking my spirit up too. I played with the girls and we went for walk around the neighborhood. I was amazed at how high spirited everybody in the family seemed to be. AJ was telling me all about the funny things our daughters did today, and how our youngest had rolled over for the first time on her own. I use to tune Jess out when she told me all these things before, but for some reason now I was attentive as ever. It was really hot out today and the girls fell asleep in the wagon AJ pulled around the block with us. We both laughed as we pulled the wagon into the garage. We each grabbed a girl and placed them in their rooms for their afternoon naps. AJ and I talked the afternoon away. I listened to him share his experiences at work throughout the week. I did not have much to say. AJ had somehow taken on my extroverted personality and I had taken on Jessica's introverted side. He had some funny jokes from work he told that were pretty derogatory to woman. I laughed pretty hard and then realized I was a woman for now, but I did not care; in a couple weeks I would be back in my body. I truthfully was going to miss a lot of this. AJ leaned over, kissed me and asked if he could see the shirt I was wearing again. I punched him on the shoulder and told him to shut up. He laughed and told me that he had worn that bra during his freshman year of high school. It was weird hearing my body talk about wearing a bra in the past, but I was able to look past it. We were both able to share so much more with each other than ever before. I heard him tell me stories about makeup catastrophes and clothing malfunctions. Apparently the bra I had on was worn to school in the past without Jess knowing her areolas were showing. "Damn", I said, "where was I when that happened." AJ looked down and said that I was not interested in him back then. We talked about different clothing choices and the fun that can be had with boys. I was interested in painting my nails when AJ told me about the different collection of colors I had to choose from. AJ told me different things I could do with my hair and recommended that I go down to the salon soon and get my hair cut and layered. Why had I not dated Jess back in high school, I thought. I was a jock back then and was interested in the cheerleaders. Jess was a band girl and did not dress very provocatively. She wore glasses back then and was overweight by most guys' standards. She had braces and was the model 4.0 student. It was the classic story of the girl who suddenly bloomed in to a beautiful flower. I was a bit of jerk, but my biggest flaw was how I told huge exaggerated stories. No intelligent girl would ever want to go out with me for fear of being a part of my stories. The only thing I had going for me was my mathematical talent. I was never caught studying, but I was in all of the advanced math classes. Jess and I reminisced about high school and how we were the exact opposite of each other. I listened to AJ as he talked about his relationship with his now my mother during our dating. I had no idea AJ had to defend me so much. The time moved quickly and when I finally thought to check I had 45 minutes to get ready to leave for work. AJ started dinner and I woke up the kids. He was going to have fun putting them to bed tonight, being they overslept by about an hour. I fed our youngest a bottle and gave our oldest her juice cup. I needed to get ready for work, but I had no idea what I needed to take with me. I decided it was time to access Jess's memories and see what happened. I concentrated on preparing for work and I naturally started making a list in my head of everything I needed. I could remember getting ready for work hundreds of times before. I grabbed my large work bag from the closet and found nearly everything I needed already in there. I went into the kitchen and grabbed some leftovers to heat up for dinner. I did not bother to grab anything to drink. I mostly just drank water and I had a mug at work I filled up all the time. I was seriously impressed with how easy it was to use Jess's memories. I was even more impressed with how natural it seemed. Within 15 minutes I was ready for work and AJ was taking dinner off the stove to cool. I helped him set the table and get the girls ready. Our oldest was funny and threw some of her food on AJ's plate. The best part was that he unknowingly ate it. We had a good laugh, finished eating, and then it was time for me to go. I gave the girls a hug and kissed them all. I put on my socks and without thinking about it and put on my croc shoes. I grabbed my keys which had 20 different charms on it and headed out the door. I placed my bag in the back seat and realized this was the first time I had driven since I became Jessica. I got into the driver seat and felt my thong stretch up and pull, but not to the point of being uncomfortable....but close. AJ came running outside with a frown on his face and handed me my pills. You really need to be more responsible he said. I am lucky that he was looking out for me. I drove out the drive way and down the road I was all too familiar with, and started driving to the hospital. There was stretch of interstate that I had to take to get to work. The people who designed it were retarded. The road had three lanes and was pretty much straight and obstacle free with the exception of cars merging and exiting, the speed limit could have easily been 70MPH. For some reason the city or someone in power decided that it should be 55MPH through the city limits. I, needless to say, was going a little bit over and there was a flashing blue light behind me to prove it. I pulled off unto my exit feeling a little anxious and reached into the back seat to grab my purse out of my work bag. I found my license and grabbed the proof of insurance and registration out of the glove compartment. I was waiting for the cop and could see him calling in the plates. I then got an idea. I took my scrub top off and fastened my name tag just to the side of my areolas that were spilling out of my shirt. I pulled down on my shirt ever so slightly to give the cop a perfect view. The officer approached the car very carefully like any cop should and I rolled down my window. I turned the car off to make the officer feel safer. We were on my exit ramp after all and the cop relaxed when he saw I was a woman. It was hilarious what happened. He approached the window and after clearing the car looked at me. "Can I see you license, registration, and proof of nipples," he stuttered. I was dying laughing inside, but if I was going to make this work I had to pull off being angry. "Sir, why are looking at my breasts?" I accused. "I know I was speeding, but as you can see by my ID on my shirt that I am a nurse and I am late for work," I lied. "I know I should not be speeding but I work in the ER and every minute I am late could be someone's life," I said. "I promise if you let me go I will not speed again," I lied again. The cop face was blushing horribly bad. When he looked at my name tag I again gave him a sour look like his staring was unwanted. He looked away from the car and fumbled with his ticket pad for about a minute. He looked back at my face this time and apologized for his behavior. He then gave me a warning and drove off. I was elated and could not stop laughing. These boobs had some usefulness to them after all. I had to get going or I really was going to be late for work. I arrived to work on time and parked in the employee parking lot, which for some reason was much further away than any other hospital parking. The only positive was that the lot was guarded at all times, to make sure the staff was safe. I put my scrub top back on, rather pleased with my boobs for the first time, grabbed my bag, and headed into work. Everything was moving at my pace so far. I punched in with five minutes to spare and went into the locker room to put my bag away. I grabbed my stethoscope, some alcohol wipes, syringes, gauze, and my lucky purple pen and went to the nurse station to meet up for shift change. I saw some of Jessica's friends at the station, but no one was really talking to each other. It was very different then what I pictured. I expected to see a bunch of school girls gossiping about this and that. The night nurse manager took all of us around and assigned us patients as we did rounds. I was given a 10 year old kid with nausea, a 60 year old woman with a cough, and a 28 year old male who needed stitches. I started accessing Jessica's memories and went to work. I picked up the charts of all the patients and read through. I learned about their allergies to medication and what treatments had been scheduled for them if any. The work was not too hard, but I never really got a break. I prepared the suture station for the 28 year old male, and he spent the entire time trying to get me to agree to go out with him. I asked him about his laceration and he said he got it when a friend of his dared him to juggle his knife collection. He bragged he was doing well till his buddy shot him with a squirt gun. Some friend, I thought. The 60 year old woman with the cough was admitted upstairs because her TB test came back positive. That scared the crap out of me. I really did not want to catch Tuberculosis. I should be alright, because the rules of the hospital forced me to wear a mask anytime that a patient came in complaining about their respiratory system. I wondered how many times Jessica was scared of coming home with a serious disease and passing it on to the family. Nurses really have to be strong people, I thought. I had the hardest time with the 10 year old if you can believe that, and the kid was an angel. She was really sick and not feeling well at all. I got her a bucket to puke in and some popsicles in case she felt like eating. Her parents were the hard part. They were constantly trying to grab my charts from me and see what I was writing down. It is so hard to chart vitals with somebody breathing down your neck. The doctor was not much help either. He came in and started to do his thing when the parents charged him. He called me out into the hallway and scolded me for not better informing the parents and keeping them calm. I could not believe that was even in my job description. The patients kept flowing till about midnight and things started to settle down. Katie finished discharging her patients and sat by me trying to vent her frustrations. She was just yelled at by the jerk doctor who yelled at me. She asked me to cover for her while she took her dinner break and I agreed. It was at that point that she looked at me very strangely. I was sure that there was nothing wrong. I was just computer charting and getting caught up from the mayhem that had been the start of my shift. "You are not Jessica," she exclaimed. "Shit," I softly said. For the next ten minutes she told every nurse around that Jessica had switched with her husband too. I did not try to lie and told them all who I was. They all complimented me and said that I was as good as the real thing, and if it had not have been for my mannerisms they would never have known. All the nurses told me that Jessica was the smartest and the best nurse they had, and often came to her to answer questions instead of the charge nurse. They all said that Jessica would be a charge nurse as soon as she had acquired enough experience. I was really proud of Jessica as they praised her. I soon found out that Jessica never wore a thong to work and mine was showing while I was bent over typing my charts into the computer. Dressing even the littlest bit provocatively could get a nurse raped. I blushed and could not believe that girls would notice something like that on another girl. Katie and the other nurses were a blast to hang out with. They all had a million questions for me, most of which were very personal. Katie informed me not feel shy about the questions. Nurses had seen and heard it all, and consequently had no shame. I talked for a couple of hours while subconsciously moving my fingers and typing in the paper records. We got two or three more patients and then the radio by the desk went off. I instinctively knew to shut my mouth and listen. "Memorial ER, this is rescue 04, I have a GSW to the chest, 18 year old male, shot by police during drug bust, ETA 10 minutes ... vitals are as follows ..." I grabbed a sheet of paper near me and copied down the vitals as they were read. My mind went into overdrive and started to give me possible scenarios. GSW stood for gunshot wound and a shot to the chest was bad. I had to wonder to myself why Jessica's mind was so concerned with saving this guy; he was shot in a drug bust. Isn't that kind of what happens to bad people? The charge nurse came out to the floor and asked who had the vitals. I raised my hand, and the charge nurse gave me the victim on the spot. "Alright Jessica, let's see if you have what it takes to be a charge nurse," she replied. All the other nurses were wishing me luck. I as Jessica was given the chance to get a promotion if I could do this well. I was amazed how well Jess's mind functioned under stress. I was quicker and sharper than normal, and multitasking was as easy as breathing. I felt ready as the lights of the ambulance started to shine through the emergency entrance. A heart beat later two medics came running in with a kid on a stretcher and medicine was just being poured into him through many different sticks. "Trauma Room 1," I yelled out. I helped the medics move the kid from the stretcher to the trauma bed, and I started to hook up bio sensors and equipment to him. I hooked his IV bags to the nearby poles and took a quick blood sample from his veins. I got a good look at his wound and could tell that the bullet went through his left lung. You could hear the sucking sound from his chest and the wound had a frothing blood oozing form it. The patient was not responsive to any stimulation, but I was still able to keep his vitals going. His blood pressure was dropping, which I had anticipated, and I ordered some bags of blood based on the sample I had just taken. The blood arrived about 30 seconds later and I started running it in through a central line the doctor just inserted. A second doctor cleared his airways and intubated. I followed all of the doctor's orders and was usually ahead of him. We stabilized the patient and rushed the patient up to the operating room. I took off the gloves and gown I had donned in prep and threw them away in the biohazard bin. I sat down for a second and just breathed. My chest was pounding so hard and adrenaline was coursing through me. I could not believe what I had just done. That kid had a fair chance at living now, but whether or not he deserved it still bothered me. Katie and the other nurses came over to me and praised me for my work. The charge nurse came over and started to give me some criticism. I did a fantastic job and everyone knew it, but the charge nurse started to say that even though my technical skills were strong I needed to be more reassuring to the patient. I wanted to smack her in the face. The patient was unconscious and dying, and I helped save his life. I kept my mouth shut and behaved like Jessica would have. I could not help from wondering if Jess had to deal with this every time she worked. "Do not let her get to you," Katie said, "She is always trying to keep you down. If anyone of the floor managers finds out how good you are, she might lose her job to you." I faked a smile and decided to take a break and heat up my dinner. The other nurses covered for me during my break. I ate my dinner, took my birth control pill, and calmed back down. I really did enjoy the rush of saving a life. Jessica had a much better job than I previously had. I got up from my dinner and used the bathroom. I was very careful to clean my hands both before and after I went. I returned to the floor where the nurses had rallied again to ask me more questions. I was asked about how I thought sex as a woman was different and what I thought of feminine clothing. They asked me if I was treated differently as a woman then I was as a man. I told them all about my experience going for a run and the cop that stopped me on my way into work. They all got a good laugh and asked me to show them the shirt and bra I was wearing. I knew better than that and kept my scrub top down. I did tell them that I thought thongs were the devil, but after you get use to them they are a lot more comfortable than most other panty cuts. I ended up giving several of the nurses the website address and directions to help complete the forms. The nurses thanked me and eventually left me alone with my work. The rest of the night went alright. A homeless guy was brought in and I was given the pleasure of bathing him. I had to double gown up to make sure I did not get fleas, and the smell was almost unbearable. I felt bad for the guy, but at the same time I did not want to be near him. He was drunk and kept swinging at me. I kept warning him that if he hit me I was going to tranquilize him. It was an empty threat, as a nurse I am very limited to the drugs I can give a patient. He started to sober up and became much more manageable. I sent his clothing down to laundry and they washed them for him. They had to throw his underwear out because it was soiled in feces. We grabbed a pair from the donation bin and gave them to him to wear. By the end of night I was his angel and he thanked me. My shift was almost up and I could see the other nurses gathering in front of the nurse's station for rounds. I was relieved to have made it through the night without screwing up. Katie walked behind me and reached around to grab my breasts. I grasped and barely held it together; I really was not expecting that. "It really is you in there, huh," she said as she walked by. What was that all about, I thought? I was not going to let that one go. I was relieved of my patients about 30 minutes later and I saw Katie enter the nurse's locker room. I followed her in. Katie was standing in front of her locker undressing and changing into casual clothing. I gulped at the site of her. She was about 21 years old and had a rock hard body. Her breasts were a lot smaller than mine, but her smaller hips balanced out her look. I thought she might be size 1 maybe even a size 0. I felt fat the more I thought about my size 2 pants. She caught me staring at her body and smiled. I walked up to her and bravely asked, "Why did you grab my breasts back there." "AJ I have always had a crush on you. I saw you at the last hospital dinner and ever since then I have wanted you. Even though you are in a female body I still want you. You were so funny that night, and tonight you were just as much fun to be around. I just wanted you to know how I felt," she hesitantly said. Her face was beat red and I could tell it took a lot of effort for her to say that. I felt like I had to do this right for Jessica; after all she was one of Jessica's friends. "Katie, I am in love with my wife. I love her very much and I cannot be with you. I want you to know that I am not going to say a word of this to Jessica, but I do not want you to make any more ..." I was cut off by Katie kissing me and sticking her tongue down my throat. I tried to move back but Katie pushed me back against the lockers and stuck her hand down the front of my scrub pants. Her fingers immediately found my clit and she began to rub it. My knees got weak as Katie reached up my shirt with her other hand and pulled my bra down enough to rub my nipples. Before I could even react to the assault I was having an orgasm. Katie stopped after she felt me tense up, orgasm, and relax. I was panting for breath and shivering from how powerful my orgasm had just been. "Your secrets safe with me," she smiled and said. Katie stepped back, finished dressing, and walked out and left. I stood there motionless for about five minutes trying to figure the confused feeling flowing through my mind. Did I just cheat on Jessica or was I just raped by another girl? I had no answer for what just occurred, but I felt horrible for my actions. I took off my scrubs and placed them into my laundry bag. I put on some pajama bottoms I packed and grabbed a new pair of scrubs for tomorrow night's shift. I decided that Katie was confused and if this situation were changed and I was in my body. Katie would not have been able to do this to me. I regained my composure and looked at my face in the mirror. I could definitely tell that I had an orgasm. I splashed a little water on my face and fixed my hair. I used a little concealer to fix my makeup and I left the hospital. I noticed the security guard was staring at me very intently as I left. I looked down at my chest to see that my right nipple was fully exposed from where Katie had pulled my bra down. I rounded the corner to my car and lifted my bra up covering myself to the best of my abilities. I drove home very carefully as to not get the attention of any more cops. I arrived home coming down from the adrenaline high that had been my erotic experience, and felt exhausted. I took off my clothes and this time the feeling of removing my bra was pure joy. My neck and back were in agony caring the twins around all night. I put on my matching pajama top, a loose fitting tank top, and I climbed into bed. AJ groaned a little and started to wake up. His fingers crawled across the bed and started to rub my back. "Please not now," I begged. "Why not I woke up with this surprise downstairs and I do not know what to do with it," he bragged. "If you are going to do anything make it quick," I said. AJ pulled my pajama bottoms and panties down with one motion. He grabbed the thong and held it over my head with a smile on his face. "Shut up, I did not know what kind of panties you wear to work," I snipped. AJ leaned into me and deeply kissed me sliding the tip of his tongue around my lips. He spread my legs and rubbed his penis on the tip of my vagina lubricating the tip. I was getting use to sex as a woman and I was half way bored waiting for him to penetrate me. "Just put it in there," I commanded. AJ did as I asked and started to push his cock into me. It hurt so bad I took back my words instantly. I had no idea that AJ was being nice to me by rubbing his penis outside my vagina. After a couple of more excruciating pushed he was in and I still hurt, but I felt a lot better. AJ spent about 3 minutes pumping me and then he came. I did not come anywhere near an orgasm, but I did not care. AJ rolled off of me and handed me my clothes. I knew it was going to be a mess down there when I woke up, but I did not care. I pulled up my thong and put my pajama bottoms back up, rolled on my side, and told AJ to wake me at 4:30pm. Tomorrow was going to be another long night at work. AJ kissed me on the cheek and after a moment or two I was asleep.