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Lasting Impressions the Pregnancy: Chapter 1 By: ASTRO Jess and I have spent a wonderful two years together since our last body excursion. We both understood each other on a deeper level and found that our love grew more and more each day. We were happy, but I could tell that Jess still longed for the day she could swap with me again, and I secretly wished for it too. Do not get me wrong, I hated having a period and having 20lbs of flesh hanging and bouncing on my chest, but I did miss feeling sexy and I loved having orgasms. As a guy, sex was stronger than that of the female orgasm and I was always sure to climax, but I wanted the ability to have multiple orgasms again and I loved the afterglow that women felt. I used my experiences as Jessica to my advantage. Jess had been very grateful for my education in bed, but I was also able to apply what I learned outside of my home. The new plant manager for Anitco Manufacturing, where I worked, was replaced with a woman. Most of the engineers working at the company were very intelligent, but did not know how to act around a woman. A lot of them only knew how to socialize when playing World of Warcraft, so I stood out. I was able to professionally convince my boss to give me a promotion, and with that I finally made enough money to swap with Jess one last time. It took me a year longer than we had hoped, but it was still sooner than either of us expected. Jessica kept our finances and had been segregating a portion of each of our checks and placing them into a money market savings account. With some clever investing on her part, my hard work, and a lot of personal sacrifices we had saved up $12000 in a very short period of time. We were both proud of our accomplishments, but it is amazing how much Lasting Impressions has grown and become not just a business but part of our culture. Lasting Impressions had gone main stream and now had 50 swapping sites around the world. There had been some rough times with swapping since it first appeared. A dating/swapping website appeared on the net allowing people to volunteer their bodies for swap, but they found out later the "volunteers" were compensated. You could buy a hot body for a set period of time. This was considered to be a form of prostitution by the government and many people went to jail for it. I really laughed when I read up on it. Some girls would actually sell their body during their period and market to it on eBay. There were actually a large number of curious men out there willing to pay for it as well. Those poor souls, I thought. In other countries terrorist blackmailed people into swapping and used their name and status to do horrible things. The government had handled the increase in swapping by creating a new branch in the Homeland Security offices. The Federal Identity Investigation office was created to help keep order to swapping, and enforce the laws the Supreme Court set for mind transfers. All forms and legal requests for a swap now went through them. They kept track of not only who swapped, but also to keep proprietary information safer and keep people from getting information on company sales and trades. The stock market would not do so well if an investor swapped with a mid-level manager of Fortune 500 Company and was able to find out what the sales were going to be at the end of the quarter before everyone else. The FII was very good at keeping us safe as well. The rules for who was allowed to swap were not as public anymore. You simply sent in your form and waited to see if you would be accepted or not. Domestic swaps between families and close friends were usually a sure thing, but swapping with someone from another nation could be extremely difficult, yet I must admit it sounded enticing. Jessica and I sent in our acceptance form again, but this time there were a lot more questions about our intentions. Jessica filled out the form saying that we wished to swap for the duration of a pregnancy, about 14 months with nursing. The form got pre-approved, but required a lot of psychological counseling to make sure we were in our right minds. The only good part about it was the computer system that evaluated us did not cost us a dime. "Finally are tax dollars do something for us," I sarcastically said. We finished the process and received our approval in minutes. A bio- security guarded approval code was attached to our acceptance letter. Jessica was ecstatic. It did take us three tries to get the right form through to be approved. We set up our swap in Chicago, IL. The company had a really nice office there, but there was not a lot of detailed information on the site. I did not have to do any work at all. Jessica was all over it, but I learned a little from our last swap and decided that I was not going to be a lemming this time. I made some of my own inputs to the memory hold. We would be doing the career hold thing again, but this time we were going to swap our memories and relationships with our friends and extended family. I wanted to be able to have a personal life outside of the kids. Jessica had a big input I was not sure about, but went with it. Jessica was going to swap our sexual preferences, to help us understand our attractions. Jessica started to tell me all about how the right amount of muscle tone and athletic features could get a girl going. "Imagine a tall man pulling you close with his powerful arms. Then imagine him with his long dark hair and light hazel eyes looking at you with pure desire," she digressed. It made me sick to my stomach. I was really bothered with the idea of finding men attractive, but Jessica was turned on just telling me about it. I guess it would only teach me more about what it is like being a woman, I thought. We finished the forms and sent them off to the company with our security guarded approval code and we put our payment into a hold as the company requested. We had basically paid for the swap without the company having the money. A middle party held on to our money until the swap was complete and to our satisfaction. Lasting Impressions sent us a notice back saying that our swap date was schedule at the Chicago Site and would take place in 2 days. Jessica was extremely happy and I was moderately alright with the situation. I begged Jess to have sex, but she had quit taking her birth control and was not going to risk getting pregnant. I told her we could use a condom, but she was afraid it could break, or that I would put a hole in it to try and get out of our swap. She compromised and gave me the best blow jobs I had ever had. Two days went by in a flash and we set it up that we could take the kids to their grandparents place for the weekend. It was a Friday night and we were going to have fun after our swap. Our appointment was for 5pm and, to our surprise, found out we would be complete around 10 or 11pm. Jessica dressed up in the same bra and panty set we swapped in last time just to tease me. I rolled my eyes as she pulled the thong up extra tight. She then put on a white blouse and some tight dark jeans. I was a little uneasy with her look. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse to show off her generous cleavage and her red bra beneath. "Why are you dressing like that, we are going out clubbing after the swap? Do you want every guy in Chicago starting at your body?" I asked. "No, I want every guy in Chicago lusting after what is mine," she replied. We left the house around 2pm and dropped the kids off at my parents place for the weekend. My parents were moderately wealthy and would keep the kids entertained and happy whether they were personally entertaining them or not. The big difference about the atmosphere of our swap was that our family and close friends knew about it. Jessica was telling them all about how I was going to carry our next child. My father thought I was a sissy, but my mom had a lot of respect for me. We talked to my parents and assured them of our intentions. We left at 4pm with just enough time to make it to the Chicago site. We approached the site from the east gate and could not believe how much money was put into the look of it. There were holograms of every animal in the world moving about the grounds. We approached the site and noticed that it looked more like a mansion then a company building, but there was a lot more security and FII presence than we anticipated. The building was only three stories high, but it had elegant curved staircases coming down from the second floor to the porch on the bottom. The third story had a big balcony attached to it and there were several people up there enjoying a drink. A bellhop opened the door for Jess and I as we approached the terrace. There were concierges working inside and a floor manager who was balancing his time between security and guest services. We were 15 minutes early to our appointment and we were told to keep to the lobby until we were called. Elegant is not a strong enough word to describe the lobby. There were three private rooms attached to each sitting area. Free non-alcoholic beverages of your choice were being served out of a bar and there was a refrigerated serving unit in the corner. Microfiber enhanced leather couches surrounded 3-D holovisions with personal volume control for each viewer. "Too bad I do not get to watch football here," I said. Jess and I found a data port, a device that injects small amounts information into your brain, by the bar and decided to learn about this place. The Chicago site was an answer for the FII and for people who wanted to do some risky body swapping. The site was a resort that allowed people who would not normally be approved for swapping to, under a controlled environment, have a body vacation. That couple would be allowed to swap, but would not be allowed to leave the resort until they returned to their original bodies. People from different cultures, races, and religions would come here from around the world to swap. They even had dates for swapping conventions posted on a digital billboard. You were allowed at the convention to make one input into your preference of swap. For instants you could request a swap with the opposite sex or someone who is 30 years old or less and a computer would, within your parameters, randomly choose who you swapped with from the hundred that attended. Lasting Impressions would stock their conventions with playboy bunnies, professional athletes, doctors, models, and strippers. You could end up in the body of an 18 year old playmate or the body of an overweight 45 year old virgin. You would have to find a mirror and hope for the best I guess. The resort had all the amenities too. There was a massage parlor, pool, bar and club, theater (comedy and Broadway), and a large variety of activities you could do on the grounds. We both were really impressed, but we would rather have our freedoms than get a dream swap and not be able to really live it. We were soon contacted and escorted to the lower portion of the building. The technicians that kept this whole thing going were required to work in the basement so they would not interfere with the fantasies of their customers. Jess and I were led into a larger room that was different from before. There had apparently been lots of upgrades. We were asked to sit down in these recliners that were lined up against the walls of a rather large room. There could have easily have been 500 or more of these chairs. Each chair had a number above it and Jess was placed in number 68 and I was placed in number 69. "Good number," I jokingly said. "Boys," Jess replied rolling her eyes. The swap would take about five hours. We were given an inhalant injection that would suppress our bodily functions for the next six hours, but it would be counteracted after the swap. Jess and I were warned not to leave the recliners and were encouraged to rest if we liked. Jess sat down in her chair first and ushered me to join her by sitting in mine. It did not seem like this was how we would swap. It was so different than before. I sat down in my chair and held Jess's hand. I noticed that her hands were shaking, but it was not fear. Jessica was very excited and I was happy that I was going to get "laid" tonight, even if it was as a woman. The chairs were unbelievably comfortable. They had built in massagers, warmers, and electric stimulus pulses that together created an incredibly relaxing feel. Jessica and I both fell asleep in less than five minutes. *Snap! Snap! Snap! I was a little groggy from my afternoon nap and there was a technician in my face trying to wake us up. I guess the swap must be starting, I thought. Please concentrate on your memory holds. I quickly aligned my thoughts and brought the memories I wish to transfer to the front of my mind. Minutes went by and I felt nothing like I had from before. There was not a flash of light or even a feeling of nausea in my stomach. "Please step up out of the chairs and follow your escort out. For security reasons you will not be allowed to leave in the same way you entered. Thank you for your business, we will see you 14 months from now," a human looking machine said. I instantly looked down at myself. I had not even realized the change in clothing or anything, but the swap was complete. I reached out and felt my breasts and swished my head back and forth to feel my long hair. I stood up and it all my sense came rushing back to me. I could feel the supported weight of my boobs on my back and shoulders, and the old familiar thong riding up the crack of my ass. During the swap the chairs suppressed our central nervous system to make the swap safer with fewer complications. It was just like the old process, but there was not sonic shower to reawaken your system. AJ and I took the antidotes for our bodily function suppressants and immediately asked to use a bathroom. We finished up our business and were ready to leave, but not before I remembered how much a pain it is to sit down to pee. AJ and I followed our escort to an underground subway station that would take us to a taxi hub. From there we could get a ride home. AJ and I were both very startled by how sudden everything had happened. We got on the subway and stared at each other without saying a word for almost 20 minutes. AJ finally broke the silence. "We have to go have some fun tonight. I want to celebrate. Do you have anywhere you want to go?" AJ asked. "I want to go out to a club, but I do not want men drooling all over me like I am some sort of sex kitten," I replied. AJ thought for a while and then started to say something and stopped. I coaxed him on and told him that he could say whatever he wanted. "There is something I have always wanted to do in your body. When I was in it last time the guys at work had a bachelor party for Tim and they went out to a strip club here. I think it was called 'VIPs'," AJ said. I really did not know what to say to this. First off I realized that I missed a chance at going to a bachelor party, and I was a little upset with that. I did love going to strip clubs with the guys, but how would the strippers react to me in this body. I secretly wondered if I could get away with more as a woman. "Ok, I guess we can go. I mean if you do not go with me now you are just going to go later and I want to be there in case you lose control and try to spend our daughters' college fund," I said. AJ was really excited now. The thought of seeing naked girls dancing all over him was turning him on and I could see his cock pushing up his jeans. The memory swap had worked perfectly and our sexual preferences were swapped. I decided to give it a test. AJ and I were the only ones on the train and I was in the mood for some exploration. The train said we had eight minutes till our stop. That sounded like plenty of time to me. I moved over to AJ and straddled him as I sat on his lap. I leaned into him and pulled his arms around me. I rose up his shirt and ran my hands up and down his washboard stomach, and I could feel his hard cock pushing through his jeans against my butt. I pictured Brad Pitt in my mind and thought about his body pushing against mine. It worked and I was really starting to get aroused. I pushed myself back up and unbuttoned my pants. I dropped my pants and thong and stepped out of them as I walked up to him. AJ unbuttoned his pants and let his cock out on top. I assumed the position I was in before but this time I put his cock in me as I sat down. I watched out the windows behind us as we broke above ground. I was not the least bit embarrassed and went after my satisfaction. I was definitely feeling a sexual attraction to him. I forced my hips up and down pumping his cock with my pussy. God, I loved the feelings of an orgasm. I had almost forgotten everything that happened before an orgasm. My abdomen felt really warm and I could feel my bra tighten as my breasts slightly swelled. My nipples in my bra became erect and extremely receptive to friction created between them and my bra. I could feel energy building in my abdomen. I felt my vaginal muscles start tensing up and I came. I was in pure bliss and I was happy to be at this again. AJ came shortly after and I dismounted him with only one minute left to our stop. I pulled my thong back up and put my jeans back on. As I buttoned my jeans the automatic doors to the train opened. "I've got good timing," I bragged. "That is not the only thing you are good at. As a girl I would never be able to get off when I thought other people might be able to see me. You are much better at sex as a woman than I ever was," AJ said. AJ and I must have looked a mess when we got off the train, because several employees at the hub asked us if we were alright. Most of them commented on us looking a little red in the face and flushed. Inside I was laughing as AJ lied again and again to explain our appearances. We hailed a taxi and asked him to take us to VIPs. The master taxi conductor did a "double take" on me when he heard our location. I laughed and turned the pulled the privacy curtain in front of his camera. I was basking in the afterglow of sex and no longer really cared where we went, or so I thought. We arrived at the strip club and AJ pushed his thumb into the DNA scanner to pay. He helped me to the door and we walked in. It was then that I noticed how hard it was to walk in my heels. The bouncer working the door smiled at me as we entered and called a woman from the back to work admittance. AJ was charged $25 to get in and it did not cost anything for me. I smiled and thought that I could get use to going to the strip clubs and if I did not have to pay anything. The hottest girls were at the strip club and I was just a bystander like all the other men who came to pay for a show. Kind of useless to me, if I wanted a show all had to do was dance in front of a mirror, but I wondered if that would do anything for me anymore. I went with AJ to private chairs near enough to the stage to see and get a few singles in, but not in the dark corners where rich business men would slip girls 100 dollar bills for a blow job. I was definitely a little uneasy in this place, which really surprised me. I felt like every guy in the joint expected something from me. AJ was extremely excited and benign to my fears. He behaved a lot like I use to as a man. As Jess he never wanted me out at the strip clubs and thought that they were a complete waste of money and time, but his new mind was working differently now. He was attracted to woman and was finding the place to be pure joy. "I cannot believe I ever kept you from this place. I should have just gone with you like you are doing for me," AJ said. I rolled my eyes in response. We made ourselves comfortable and I pulled up a chair against AJ's. He did not even notice I was there. We ordered a few drinks from some very pretty girls in lingerie and I stared at them marveling how beautiful they were, but the part that made me uneasy was the complete lack of sexual interest in them. The waitress charged AJ for his drink, but told him his lady's drinks were free. I was happy to hear it and asked for Jess's favorite drink, "sex on the beach." I could not believe I was in a strip club surrounded by these sexy girls, some in their birthday suits, and I was not turned on in the least......but I was not turned off either. I was just myself. Jessica's mind had not fully resolved whether she had any interest in girls, and I had some intention of figuring that out for her. AJ started to copy the other guys around the stage and put some singles out for the girl on stage. The girls took the money and gave AJ a better view of the show they were putting on, sometimes involving him the show. Girl after girl danced for us and AJ was managing to spend his money wisely. He kept commenting on how pretty they smelled. I thought the smell was a bit much, but I understood their need to cover their natural odors. All of a sudden the lights came up a little and the prettiest girl I had ever seen came on stage. The announcer said she was Miss October from the 2039 playboy. I was shocked at how perfect her body was. I found myself a little ashamed of my curves. She started to dance and AJ was overwhelmed. He started to holler at her and whistle. I decided not to get jealous and let him have some fun. This was the reason we came here. Miss October stripped her way down to a thong and started to do some private moves on guys around the stage. She would place the faces of men who were paying between her boobs and give them a little jiggle. They all loved it, especially AJ. He loved it so much that he put a ten up on the stage and waited to see what would happen. I marveled at how stupid he had become from his hormones, for ten more he could have private dance from her in the champagne room. The girl took the ten from the stage, but did not do anything to AJ. I laughed at AJ's misfortune, but promised him I would take care of those needs later. AJ was very disappointed, but was still enjoying himself. Miss October stripped down to nothing but high heels and finished with a little pole dance. AJ had watched a few guys get escorted off the floor for a private dance and wanted to have one. "Just two private dances," he shouted over the music to me. "Alright, but I want one too," I replied back with a wink. I think that was too much, because AJ ran off to the bathroom. I lay back in the chair and waited. AJ returned about five minutes later saying that he did not know it could just shoot off like that. I was laughing so hard at how weak he had become. Apparently Miss October had not forgotten AJ's tip and was now walking toward us. She sat down in AJ's lap and worked her tight ass into his crotch. AJ was frozen and could barely control himself. He remembered the rules I told him on the ride here and put his hands on the rests of his chair. Miss October started to rub her breasts and tiny top all over AJ and pulled out the ten he put on the table. She pulled her shorts and thong forward revealing her box to only him and slid the ten down. She worked her ass back and forth across AJ's crotch, and blew a thin stream out of her pursed lips in AJ's ear. She then asked AJ if he wanted a private dance, for $60 he could have her for 4 songs and she must have made some big promises because AJ's face was bright red. AJ looked at me and I gave him approval. Miss October led him away and I was left alone. I did not want AJ around when I tested out Jessica's attraction to women. For all I know my experiments could trigger an emotional outburst. I had been watching a brunette in the club for awhile, and for some reason I could not keep my eyes off of her. She made eye contact with me a couple of times, but never decided to approach. "For three years she has amazed men at what she will do, this girl is as wild as they come, please put your hands together for......Daisy," the announcer said. The brunette I was watching went over to the announcer and said a few things to him no one in the club but he could here and started to walk to the stage. I was so happy she was dancing in front of me. I turned myself in the chair so I could discreetly rub my pussy while she danced. The only problem was that she walked past the stage and right toward me. "Aren't you a pretty innocent thing...and to be here all alone," she said as she pouted her lips. Everyone in the club could her sultry voice over the intercom. I then noticed that she had a wireless mike attached to her. "I want you on that stage with me, and I want you bad," she said with a sexy tone. I was terrified and getting very turned on. She took me by the hand brought me up to the stage. She threw her wireless mike to a bouncer and told me to stay to the side while she worked the crowd up. I understood this was her job, but there was something more going on here. She did some erotic dancing and played up the boys while the announcer played the whole thing up. She then grabbed me with a lot more strength then I thought a girl her size would have and placed me on the floor of the stage. The men were cheering all around me. She used her nimble fingers to remove my blouse and reached behind me to unclasp my bra. My boobs fell to each side as my bra was lifted over each breast. I was not paid to do this and was giving a show to everybody. I was thankful that AJ was in the back and not having to watch me desecrate his body like this. The next thing I know Daisy stood up over me and took off her top. She lay down on top of me for a minute and rubbed her nipples against mine. I was too scared to really enjoy what she was doing. I noticed her top fell next to me and I read 34C. Her nipples were much smaller than mine, but her perky breasts looked perfectly sized to her body. She stood up from our foreplay and accepted the money that was flying to the stage. As she bent over and moved her ass around you could see muscles ripple out of her flat stomach. She waved her tits around for everyone to see and kicked her heels off. She used one foot to hold herself up and the other to massage my nipples. While she was doing that she placed the pole between her breasts and played with the audience. I was feeling extremely horny, but I was definitely being used. The first song ended and she dropped to her knees over the top of my head and whispered to me, "Enough of the foreplay let's make this a little more personal." Daisy adjusted herself so her g-string bottom was an inch from my lips. "If you want to have a good time you will close your eyes and give me a little kiss," Daisy said. I do not know why I did it, but I closed my eyes and pursed my lips. My lips did not feel the fabric covering her pussy, but the lips of her pussy. Daisy's g-string unsnapped at the top and could be removed with a tight pull, and that was exactly what she did. I was making out with her pussy in front of everyone, but in all the humiliation the only think I thought was how surprised I was to smell perfume coming from her box. There was no way I was doing enough to give her an orgasm, but she screamed like a woman in throws of awesome sex. The men were brainlessly covering us in money. "Well I got mine, now you get yours," she said. I thought to myself that the money must have been the only thing she was after, but what did she mean by "now you get yours?" Daisy did not give me long to think about it. She placed her tongue on top of my right nipple and did swirls around it. It felt so good and I was at her mercy. With her free hands she unbuttoned my jeans. While moving her tongue down my body to my naval she moved my pants and thong down past my knees. I looked down between my breasts and could see her staring back up at me. For an instance I noticed all the men staring at my vagina and cheering. Daisy slid herself down between my legs and raised her naked ass high in the air about two inches away from a cheering patron. She tickled me with her long hair and blew on my cunt. I was squirming from the sensation of cold air on my labia. I then felt her grab the towel from the side of the stage and wipe up the cum that was left over from my fun on the train. She looked up at me again and shouted out to everyone that I was a naughty girl. Then she attacked my pussy like a wild animal. Her tongue darted in and out and her nose pressed in on my clit. She moved her head up and down licking at my crotch like a dog. It looked amazing to the men, but it was her skill at constantly rubbing or sucking on my clit that made it good for me. I had three orgasms on stage in front of everyone. With each one my back arched up further and I was not able to hide it from anyone watching. The last song finished and Daisy rolled off of me. The stage looked green due to the massive amount of money that was showered on us. I had to stand up and pick the money out of my thong just to pull them back up. I do not know when it happened but there were bills stuck in my bra as well. Daisy helped remove the money from my clothing as I got dressed. I was glad to leave the money on stage there. I felt that if I took the money I was somehow selling myself to those men, and Daisy might kick my ass if I tried. I stepped off stage and collapsed into my chair again. The other girls working that night had watched what Daisy did, and were eager to make money too. AJ came back from his champagne room fun with a huge grin across his face. I could tell that Miss October had tamed his wild bologna pony. I was not in a position to judge though. "What happened to you," AJ asked. "I am fine, one of the strippers just had some fun with me," I said between my rapid breaths. "You just seem really worn out. Are you feeling Ok?" AJ asked. "Oh yes, I am feeling alright," I replied. Blondes, brunettes, and red heads approached me for the rest of the night. It was club rules that when someone bought a dance they got to choose between topless or fully nude. If the dancer was topless they could do a lap dance, but if they were fully nude they were not allowed to touch the patron or have the patron touch them. I must have been an exception, because the girls would take off all their clothes and rub their bodies all over mine. One girl even encouraged me to finger her. The other strippers would sit on my lap and make out with me to get the men going. I was their biggest excitement that night. Some of the girls would reach down my shirt and massage my breasts and others were even so brave to put their hands down my pants. I let this go for awhile, but some of the girls approaching me were quite nasty. AJ ran out of singles after an hour and we left the club at 2am. I used the last of our fun money to get us an aircart ride home. We both were drunk and I was acting like an immature school girl. We were feeling each other up in public and probably making complete asses of ourselves, but I am sure the 13 year old boy watching me thought it was a good show. We started stripping at the front door to the house I was completely naked when AJ got the front door open. AJ stripped as I pulled him into the bedroom. I kissed him deeply and we made love two more times that night. By the end of our last love making session I was covered in sweat and was starting to feel pain from my vagina. AJ rolled off me, gave me a deep kiss, and passed out. I looked up at the ceiling for a while and once again reality started to sink in. What is driving me to do this again? Why can I not be content with the body I am in? What am I going to do if tomorrow the test says I am pregnant? I started to yawn and I was not going to keep my eyes open much longer. I hugged my pillow and did not even bother to put my clothes back on. With a couple more fleeting thoughts I passed out with 13 months and 29 more days to go.