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"Ready Mrs. Bauer?" he asked. She was about to tell him that wasn't her name but decided not to. If she didn't get into the habit of being addressed to as Annie Ming Bauer she wasn't going to pull off this ruse and save Annie's life. "Yes, I'm ready." "This way to your car," he continued, "please follow me." She followed him as she turned and walked down the hall. They went through some turns and short corridors then up the elevator to the basement level before arriving at a metal door with the sign "Garage" on it. Richard pushed through it and held it open for her. She walked through and said "Thank you," to which he replied "your welcome." The garage was small and mostly empty. She saw Annie's white Acura and her mind did a little leap of joy at seeing something familiar. She recognized this as Annie's memories reacting to it but it felt like her own reaction. She reached into the purse and found the key reflexively and used it without thought. The alarm chirped in response as the driver side door unlocked. She walked to the back of the coupe to see that a large check in bag and much smaller carry on bag sat under the glass hatch. She got into the car and started it up. She entered Newark Airport into the GPS screen. Richard stood by as she pulled out of the parking space and out the ramp leading outside. A metal gate swung open to let her out of the underground garage and she pulled onto the street. The GPS got a fix on her position and calculated the route to Newark airport for the uneventful drive to the airport. She parked at the long term parking and starting pulling her bags with her to the shuttle stop. She hadn't gotten more than a dozen steps when a middle aged man offered to help her with the bags. She'd already been struggling a bit, the difficulties of doing heavy lifting (or what was heavy lifting for her - without the size and lean muscle of a male body it was a struggle to handle a 50 lb piece of luggage along with a 25 lb carry on and her large purse) with 4 inch stiletto heels becoming apparent when she fought the bags out of the car's hatch. The body she'd admired so much as a male now elicited curses from her for its weakness. She gladly let him help her. When the bus pulled up the driver and the middle aged man both grabbed her bags before she could begin the attempt to bring them on board. "Hmmm," she thought, "I could get used to this." On the bus she noticed other mail passengers, from a teenage boy to a sixty year old man, steal furtive glances at her. Some looked at her crossed legs, others at her face. The boy was bold...no furtive glances at her...he stared with obvious desire at her. She felt a bit uncomfortable with all this attention, something she never had to deal with as a man. When the bus finally pulled up to terminal A, she got up and instantly received aid again in getting her bags to the curb. She thanked the driver and same man again as she started to pull the bags to the carousel door. She had a repeat experience again as another man, this one in her thirties, offered to help her with her bags. Again she gratefully allowed him to get her bags over to the line for Continental airlines. The line was short and the check in process was fast. Security was fast as well but the TSA inspector made it a point to do a sweep of her person with their wand and then check her bags as well. She suspected it was as much to get a better look at her than any real security concerns - the man was very friendly to her during the entire process. She got through with her small roller bag and headed down the long corridor to the gate area. The gate area as usual was a beehive of people idling their time until their flight arrived - men and women , children and teens, on their laptops tapping away, listening to their mp3 players, wandering the gift shop and reading magazines, eating a slice of pizza from the local pizzeria, mothers watching their children. She took a seat near gate 21 and noted that her flight would be departing in another hour and a half and boarding time was in an hour. She took out Annie's iPod touch and put on the ear buds to listen to some music. An Indian couple sat next to her and a Goth girl in black makeup, hideous boots and black leather sat to her right. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the music. She boarded Continental flight 785 an hour later. One of the male passengers helped her put her carry on bag into the overhead bin and she took her seat next to the window. She sat down and relaxed. Between parking her car and boarding flight 785, she'd barely lifted a finger moving her luggage...all very relaxing and stress free. She thought that she could get used to this. It was exactly what she needed with all the drama of the last 16 hours or so. Ivey sat down and looked in the seat pocket in front of her for any interesting material. The overhead reading light spotlighted her lap and her bare, curvy legs. She looked at them - how many times had Ivey looked at Annie as she walked the halls of Greene Computing and surreptitiously admired her in a skirt, checked out her shapely calves and sweet thighs and wondered what it would be like to have them wrapped around him as he fucked her in his fantasies. It was one of the first things Ivey'd noticed about Annie when she first walked by Ivey in the halls. Annie was walking down the corridor towards him, a new Asian girl he had not seen before, sashaying in her blue pumps between the rows of cubicles. She was in a navy blue skirt that ended just above her knees, white blouse and matching navy blue jacket. She'd smiled and walked past as she turned and checked out those great legs in the blue heels. Ivey'd introduced himself when he found out she worked near his area and Ivey had made excuses to talk to her whenever possible. Ivey mused on how he'd unobtrusively check out her crossed legs, one foot gently twitching up and down which was inevitably in some sexy high heeled shoe, slip the back of the shoe off and back onto her heel subconsciously. All very maddeningly sexual and erotic. Even though Annie and Ivey were friends and that was as far as things went (after all she was married now), he couldn't deny back then that he'd wondered and fantasized what it would be like to bed her. They were friends because there were things about her personality that killed any chance of a relationship between them but a roll in the hay would have been nice nonetheless. Ivey looked down at Annie's legs, now her legs, crossed in front of her, right leg over the left leg. Her right shoe had slipped off her heel out of habit and her foot was nodding up and down in that quintessential feminine gesture. It was exactly Annie-like in the cadence and movement and she stared, fascinated at how this body seemed to naturally move and mimic Annie in subtle ways. It struck her how sexy this was and how damn sexy Annie's legs were. Her legs now. They really were fabulous legs and she admired the classic curve of her calves, the slight dimpling at the edge of her back of right thigh that betrayed just a hint of cellulite that was impossible for most women to eliminate no matter how much exercise they endured, the red polish that just showed through the peep toe opening. Annie's legs...temporarily her legs for now. Like most men Ivey was an inveterate womanizer at heart even if he didn't have the charm to pull it off and he greedily took in every opportunity to check out a good looking woman like a plant starved for rain water. She could never get enough of looking at Annie and her great legs and now they were her to look at as much and often as she wanted until she finished this mission. She probably could have checked out Annie's body for hours but it wouldn't be productive and the guilt of appropriating her best friend's body, regardless that it was to save her and had been done under extreme duress deterred her, and she still felt like a voyeur checking out her body even though it was her body at the moment. She stopped with a flush of guilt and embarrassment, looked up at the seat back pouch in front of her and flipped through the usual collection of aircraft emergency instruction card, gift catalog, and airline magazine. She found nothing particularly interesting. She reached into her purse and retrieved the iPod touch and put on the ear buds. She scrolled through the playlists and selected "most played" from Annie's lists and closed her eyes as a mix of soul and dance came on. Strangely enough as she normally did not care for dance or soul type music that Annie liked, or maybe not really considering how she her reactions seemed to be colored by Annie's preferences, she enjoyed the music that came out of the ear buds. As she listened to the music she thought about her situation. Referring to it as a situation was a semantic of speech that helped her cope with it - it lacked a sense of any permanence. If she played her cards right she would come out of this with her life back to normal and Annie's life saved. She only had to make sure that she evaluated this situation, planned to succeed and carry out that plan. Your basic recipe for success as she'd been taught at a ubiquitous course her company had sent her to last year that seemed to be de rigueur for employees of large corporations. This was the first time she'd really had time to think at leisure about her predicament. She took stock of her situation. So what was her situation? One - she was sitting in the 21st row of flight 785 bound for San Diego, window seat. Simple. Two - she was in the body of one of her best friends, a beautiful Taiwanese woman. Not so simple. Bad, really. Three - she seemed to be influenced to some degree by both this body and the memories that Micro Dynamics had so thoughtfully left in it. Getting pretty complicated. Four - she had to use this body to commit industrial espionage, a felony crime that could get her up to 10 years in prison if she were caught. Crap. Really, really bad. She couldn't imagine Annie...or herself...in a woman's penitentiary in this delicate and beautiful Asian body to be ravaged, beat up, and dominated by muscular women who had more in common with men than the fairer sex. Fifth - she had to possibly sleep with the CIO of Green Computing, Gary Dolan. Bad yet again. She saw an image of him in her mind that she knew was not from her memories but from Annie's memories - above average height, maybe five foot eleven, sandy brown hair, slim build from working out at the Greene Computing gym, maybe one hundred ninety pounds. He was always well dressed, in classy Hugo Boss suits tailored to fit perfectly. She'd talked to him several times on support calls and she could picture his blue eyes, looking into them as they talked. What would it be like to dance with him, her arms around his nice shoulders as they looked deep into each other's eyes? She felt a warmth deep in her belly and groin that was wholly pleasant and sexual. She heard the music in the background; a particularly soulful love song on the iPod and in her mind Gary leaned into her and gently kissed her, slipping his tongue into her soft and eager mouth. WHAT!?!?!? She started from this reverie. Holy shit, she was evaluating her situation and drifted into a fantasy about the CIO of Greene Computing. How???...Why was she thinking these thoughts? She wasn't gay. She was a man. But a man in a hot Asian woman's body. She looked up and saw one of the attendants walk by - a pretty, think blonde in high heels, dark hosiery and blue and white outfit. The perfect antidote to her bizarre reverie. As a man she would have been at full attention mentally and physically. Except she felt nothing of attraction here. Instead she found herself comparing Melissa - that was the name on the attendant's tag - to herself, the shape of her waist and legs, her butt which was better than hers, more fully rounded than her smaller Asian butt that was the curse of most Asian women. But she the flip side of that was that as she got older she would not put on the weight she would most likely gain and her husband....whoa!!!! How did that start again? This was getting out of control. Adam was not her husband, he was Annie's husband. What was she going to do? She was a passenger on a runaway train with no control over her circumstances. My God she thought. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes. Get a hold of yourself, she said to herself silently. How could she? She was just one person with an entire corporation's weight brought to bear on her. She wasn't some super spy or 007, she was just a small Asian woman caught in a terrible predicament. What could she do? She had no resources other than her brains and an attractive body. Despair welled up in her heart and in tears that she felt at the corners of her slanted eyes. Damn it why did it have to be her? A sob wracked her body as she tried to control the emotions that surged through her body and threatened to loosen the floodgates of control in her. Another sob followed. Get a hold of yourself, she thought. She did not want to break down here. With an effort she pushed it all down. She took a deep shuddering breath and leaned back, closed her eyes and tried to relax for the long flight ahead. She let her mind wander through the songs, losing herself in the rhythms and beats of Annie's music after a few more minutes. She must have dozed off a bit because the next thing she knew she felt the presence of someone sitting down next to her and the pilot announced the plane was closed for boarding. She looked over to see who was sitting next to her. He was tall and dressed well in nice slacks and a cotton button down shirt. Dark hair, dark eyes and good looking. She felt a warmth in her groin for the umpteenth time that day and a tingle of something electric pulsed from that warmth through her chest and her face. Her body was getting turned on and she didn't like it. Well she did but she didn't. Oh damn you gotta get control of yourself girl. She looked at him and he looked at her, their eyes met and she felt a surge of attraction for this good looking man. God damn it! What the hell!?!?! She wanted to turn away but she couldn't. He smiled at her. She felt a smile form in response to him. "Hi," he said. She couldn't hear him, only recognized the words by reading his lips. Politely, she took her earphones out. "Uh, hi," she stammered back, flustered both by his good looks and Annie's body betraying her. Her heart started hammering in her chest. "I'm Rick," he introduced himself, extending his hand to her. She took it mutely and shook it, her heart starting to race to the contact with her warm hand. The feeling of his warm hand comforted her in some way she couldn't understand, never experienced as a man. It was pleasant this feeling. "And your name is?" he prompted her. "Annie," she answered. "It's Annie." She must have sounded like a complete dope. She was flustered and near speechless. What was happening to her? This wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last, she would be asking herself this question. She looked at him, the strong jaw line, dark hair and penetrating eyes and felt her heart speed up even more. She could hear her pulse beating strongly and hoped he couldn't hear it, it was so loud. She felt a flush in her face and her chest and a warmth between her legs. "Nice to meet you," he said. She answered likewise. "Business or pleasure?" he asked. "Business." she told him. "IT conference," and quickly added "computers" in case he wasn't familiar with the abbreviation. "Oh?" he asked. "Any plans to see the town or have some fun? San Diego is a beautiful city." "I hadn't thought about it," she replied. "This came up pretty suddenly for me and I threw things together at the last minute." "Well then you should check out the sights. The Gas Lamp district has great nightlife and you'd fit right in." She smiled at him and she felt a that warmth between her legs go up a degree or two. "Where are you staying?" She told him and it turned out she was staying at the same hotel. They chatted for a few minutes until the pilot announced they were ready to taxi down the runway. No one claimed the seat next to Rick so it was just the two of them sitting together. They listened to the obligatory safety speech about the oxygen masks and life preservers then got ready for takeoff. Minutes later we were talking again. Her initial nervousness at talking to a good looking guy faded and they lapsed into easy conversation. About 30 minutes into the flight and reaching cruising altitude, Rick ended the conversation. "Well I want to catch up on some sleep, going to go out tonight. Nice talking to you," and he pulled an MP3 player out of his bag and put on ear buds. He reclined the seat back and closed her eyes. This was a surprise and she, an unexpected one. She felt a sense of rejection. Ivey, new to Annie's body, new to being a woman, had access to most of her memories but no clue that some men knew exactly how to push a woman's buttons, and even beauties like Annie. Even Annie wasn't completely immune to such tactics and strategies, but at least she'd had enough experience through 15 years of dating and interaction with men that she wasn't easily manipulated by such ploys. In some ways, attractive women like Annie had deep seated insecurities...am I pretty enough? Am I too fat? Have I gained too much weight? It was these insecurities that Ivey never saw but were real and a real part of Annie's personality and psyche, and it was these deep undercurrents that now sucked Ivey in. Ivey had no such grounding in the subtleties of male-female games and interactions, nothing to fall back upon to anchor her in the currents of Annie's memories. Ivey was vulnerable, make that extremely vulnerable, to an experienced player. And so it was that she thought to herself...We had such a nice conversation going and for the first time in this body I felt comfortable. What did I do wrong? Didn't he find me attractive? She looked at him, peacefully listening to the music with his eyes closed. I'm an attractive woman. No, Annie is an attractive woman, she thought, what could be wrong? Why didn't he want to keep talking to me? She looked at him and feelings of longing unfolded in her somewhere, feelings of need. Annie always had them deep down where she would not admit it to anyone, maybe not even to herself - but Ivey had them as well too, one of the very foundations of the human condition, the need to be accepted, the need to be wanted. Ivey had never been a lady's man...his luck with them could be called average at the best of times and abysmal during a dry spell. His need to be needed ran even stronger than Annie's but together they didn't just add up cumulatively, they multiplied each psyche's deeply rooted desire to be wanted. She couldn't possibly know this was exactly the desired effect he wanted to effect. Ivey had never been a player as a guy and had no understanding of this from the male perspective either. She wanted him to continue talking to him, to feel the comfort of companionship with him, to...to do more. She turned and stared at the seatback in front of him, fighting back frustration. About 15 minutes later the flight attendant came by and asked if she wanted a drink. Frustrated and hurt, needing a release, she ordered a beer and downed in quickly. She didn't care for the taste much, and it puzzled her but not for long. Five minutes later she was flagging the attendant again for a second drink, this time white wine. As the flight went by she had several more drinks until she was very buzzed. Twice she walked unsteadily down the aisle to the rear restrooms, brushing by Rick each time as she excused herself and interrupted her nap. After the last of six glasses of wine she didn't even realize she'd fallen asleep until the flight attendant gently shook her awake. She pulled her iPod ear buds out to hear her. She instructed Ivey to put up her tray and to bring the seatback to the upright position in preparation for landing, and then turned off the iPod at the attendant's request. Responding to her full bladder she told her she had to go to the bathroom. She walked a to the bathroom, still quite unsteadily down the aisle, buzzed from the alcohol and closed the door behind her. She didn't even think about it now, she automatically pulled down her panties and sat on the little toilet, relieved herself and wiped herself front to back. She washed up and made her way back to her seat where she buckled in and awaited the plane touching down on tarmac. They taxied quickly to the gate and people got up in their usual rush to get nowhere while the ground crew readied and extended the gate and connected it to the exit at the front of the plane. Ivey stayed seated until it was time to get up. Surprisingly (to her but not to anyone who understood the game he was playing so carefully) Rick offered to help Ivey with her bags. They disembarked into a warm and spacious terminal unlike the Newark terminal they'd departed from just hours before that reeked of urban decay. Everything seemed new and clean compared to Newark International and her spirits brightened both from the upbeat atmosphere and Rick's renewed attention. She was still unsteady, still sporting a buzz from the numerous glasses of wine she'd drank during the flight. At least in her inebriated state she didn't notice the way men were looking at her. A drunk pretty Asian woman was bait to a shark and fortunately for her she was oblivious and Rick's presence deterred men from hitting on her. Rick took her bags and strapped her small sports duffel onto her roller as they walked to luggage claims. They passed restaurants, gift shops, newsstands and people on their way to their flight as well as people making their way to baggage claims. Despite the hour, it was still busy. A mother dragged along her young son and wrestled with a rolling carry on bag, a pair of college kids dressed in torn jeans walked hand in hand to their flight, business men walked with quiet dignity with their leather portfolios like badges of honor, a group of teenage girls dressed in matching sweatpants laughing and talking animatedly about some guy they just saw around the corner...the airport microcosm. They rode down an escalator and stopped with a hundred or so more people all waiting for their luggage from our flight. They made small talk while they waited for their bags to arrive. Five minutes later they had their bags and she agreed to let Rick drive her rental car as she was in no shape to drive. The rental counter was a short distance from the baggage claim and they waited 10 minutes in line until a pleasantly polite woman took her information and copied both of their driver's licenses. She completed the paperwork they needed for the reservation and gave them their copies. They took their bags out the side door into the parking garage and went to the Mid Size Car area. They picked out a blue Toyota Camry. It's cavernous trunk swallowed their bags and she got in as Rick held the passenger door open for her. Without thought she eased herself into the seat butt first and kept her bare legs together as she swung them over the door sill and prevented herself from giving anyone a peep show. Rick got into the driver side, adjusted the seat and mirrors before pulling out of the parking spot. They checked out at the attendant's booth and exited the airport, merging onto the freeway, map in hand heading towards San Diego. The map was useless, an anachronism in the day and age of GPS units and this car had a rental unit to guide them. A pop music station played in the background and Ivey found herself subconsciously tapping her shoe in time to the music as they talked. The drive to the hotel took about 20 minutes. She took in the sights of the city while Rick navigated the freeway and streets to the Hilton, aided by the onboard navigation system's robotic voice. she barely remembered what they talked about with the buzz she had but she do remember feeling a pleasant warmth, being in a new city, talking to an interesting man. Rick had a valet park the car after getting their bags out of the car and they walked together through the sliding front glass doors into the marble floored lobby. They walked up to the check in counter to the left and got their door cards - she had room 925 and Rick had room 989, both on the ninth floor. A bellhop helped them with their bags to the elevator and rode up with them. The first stop was room 925. She inserted her room card into the slotted receptor and opened the door when a green LED lit up. The bellhop brought the bags into the room. He came out and grabbed the handle of the pushcart and pulled the cart about 5 feet and waited expectantly for Rick to follow him. Rick turned and took a step towards the waiting bellhop. He stopped as if he'd remembered something he forgot to do and turned towards her with a hopeful smile. "Do you want to join me for dinner?" Rick asked. "That airplane fare wasn't much to fill us up." "You could say that again," she replied, then added, "Sure, dinner would be great." "Do you need time to freshen up?" he asked. "Yes, sure. Half hour okay?" "See you in 30," and he left with the bellhop as her door closed with a whisper and a click of the latch. She looked around the room. Entryway with closet on the right, further down a combination dresser and television stand. To the left was the entry to the bathroom and then further into the room was a couch and chair facing the television with a coffee table in front of it. An open doorway led into the bedroom. She walked into the bedroom to find reproduction paintings hanging from two walls, an armoire, and window shades drawn back to reveal a magnificent view of the city lights and buildings. As Peter Ivey she hadn't traveled much but enough to know this was a very nice room and worthy of the hotel's four star rating. She walked up to the window and admired the sight for a minute then went to her bags to get out toiletries. Dolby and Taylor's people had packed shampoo, conditioner, soaps and everything else she needed for this trip apparently. She washed her face and reapplied her make up in front of the mirror. She had 15 minutes to spare and took advantage of the time to put her clothes into the dresser. There were some evening dresses, print dresses, mini skirts and lacey lingerie including teddies, corsets and the like. Rounding out the clothing were a variety of high heels, pumps, d'orsays, sandals, platforms, and a pair of high heeled bedroom pumps - Ivey picked those up and thought, "Nice of them to think of everything." It did not occur to Ivey that there was not a single pair of shoes with low heels, no sensible shoes, no sneakers - all were high heels of one variety or another, and unless she thought about it, it wouldn't even have struck her as unusual. Rather, Ivey thought that Dolby and Taylor had been both thorough and thoughtful in providing her with everything she could possibly need to complete the mission. Ivey's female brain automatically catalogued and mentally put together various combinations of the outfits to make sure there was an appropriate selection of clothing for every possible situation and the verdict was a positive one in the mental fashion calculator that was Annie's brain. By the time she was done it was just about 30 minutes and at precisely 30 minutes according to Annie's Gucci watch on there was a knock at the door. She opened the door and of course there was Rick waiting for her. She smiled and said "hi." "Hello Mrs. Bauer." He held out his arm in a mock gesture of chivalry and reflexively she took it and walked with him to the elevator. The elevator doors slid open a few seconds after they'd selected the Down button on the brushed stainless steel bezel between the two elevators. They made small talk going down the elevator and got out on the lobby floor. She asked him about life back home and in return she told him about her career and home and finally she slipped into the conversation that she was married. He wasn't surprised - Ivey was sure he noticed the diamond wedding and engagement ring set on her finger. It would have been difficult to miss unless you were blind or stupid and Rick struck Ivey as neither. He wasn't married but told her he was looking for the right person. The comment struck a cord in a the core of Annie's memories and her subconscious was already concluding that Rick Trelauney was a good catch, a road that all women seem to go down whenever they met a man whether or not they were available - it was simply a biological impulse with women and Annie, a stellar example of her gender, was no exception. Deep inside her core psyche neurological switches were tuned on as subtle facts during the conversation led to the possibility that Rick would probably be both a good provider and parent, whether Annie herself would take advantage of that by way of introducing him to a friend (at least that's what she thought in the back of her mind to rationalize this thought process) or...but she the thoughts were deep in the currents of her mind and even if they weren't vocalized consciously. If you'd asked Ivey why she'd told Rick that Annie Bauer was married, she probably would have told you she wanted to deter any possible romantic aspirations on his part. She would have never thought about it when she was in her own body but in Annie's body she found herself appraising him as a good looking man and it was intoxicating - and scary. She felt a bit giddy and light headed as her heart beat loudly in her ears and her knees felt weak...and she wasn't sure if it was due to the alcohol buzz or to his proximity. She noticed heads turning in the spacious lobby, appraising her and giving silent approval. It fed her giddiness, pumping up her confidence to have the attention that she'd seen Annie command without even trying whenever she walked into a club, meeting, or any social situation. It was double edged antidote to her melancholy during the flight. Perhaps the alcohol loosened her inhibitions but Ivey gave Annie's muscle memories a little more free reign; she accentuated her walk and let her hips sashay as she assumed a near-runway walk with Rick by her side. It made her feel sexy and desirable and it was a dangerous combination for an inebriated and vulnerable Ivey. A doorman held the lobby door open for her, smiled and nodded an acknowledgement to her, a covert acknowledgement of her attractiveness and sexuality. On some deep level she felt the acknowledgement from her body as she fractionally thrust out her breasts when she passed near him and he wished her a good evening laced with flirtatious overtones that sent chills down her spine. She might have been responding to all the attention but men were responding back to her as well. "I know a great place to eat and there's a dance floor too," he suggested to Annie. She was starving by now and readily agreed. "Great food sounds good to me," she smiled. The valet with a dark red vest emblazoned with the hotel name above the name "Timothy" greeted them and walked off to retrieve the blue Camry. He disappeared into the rows of cars to the right delineated with bright orange cones and Valet Parking Only signs. Rick made a comment about the beautiful night and she murmured agreement. The night was beautiful - the stars were out amid a harvest moon as they waited for the rental car. She thought under other circumstances the scene would be romantic. It was a dangerous thought as a soft summer breeze carrying the scent of jasmine, the same soft breeze caressing the pretty young Asian woman's legs and bare arms as she stood with her date under the velvet darkness of the night. He leans close to her ear, says something to the Annie, sotto voce, and she laughs in response, a light and sweet sound that brings to mind the music of courtship. They talked in soft voices, pools of shadow and light at their feet that scatter as the headlights of the Camry sweep over them. Rick walked her over to the passenger side after handing the valet a tip and opened. She slid into the car seat butt first as a lady should and swung her legs over the sill. She fastened the seatbelt as Rick got in next to her and did the same. Ten minutes later they arrived at the Toronto Starlight Club. A valet opened her door first and gave her a hand up while Rick got out and left the door open for the valet. They walked into she lobby where Rick enquired if there were any tables available. "How many?" Rick told him it was just the two of them. "Just a moment," came the reply as the ma?tre d scanned a seating chart before picking up 2 menus. The lobby was softly lit with sconce lighting, and lined with luxuriously upholstered leather couches. Dark wood trimmed the cream colored wallpaper and the soft sound of diners filtered in from the dining room entrance to the right. To the left was a closed door that effectively muffled the music from the club. The ma?tre d picked up two menus and led them to a quiet booth in the corner of the dining room. At this hour there weren't many people so the ambience was quiet and soulful. Candles flickered in the dimness at each table and the lights overhead was very subdued as well. Ivey slid into the bench seat and Rick surprised her by sliding in besides her. It was a very forward move. "Don't worry, I don't bite," he told her. "Promise?" She recovered gracefully and slid into the booth further, smiling nervously. They both looked over their menus and the waitress appeared shortly. She announced that she was Amanda and would be their server for the evening. She asked if they wanted some drinks first. Rick ordered a beer and Ivey thought she would too but for some inexplicable reason she changed her mind at the last minute and ordered a margarita. It was one of Annie's favorite drinks and it weighed on Ivey's mind that she'd made that choice. Amanda walked off to get their drink order while they pondered their meal choices. When Amanda returned they placed their order and let her take their menus. Rick turned to her. She turned and met his gaze. "You seem a bit nervous Annie," he commented. "Well," Ivey began, trying to think of a reasonable explanation did not entail 'well I'm really a man who's been body swapped into my best friend's body, a hot Asian girl named Annie Bauer.' "This is my first time away from my baby and I'm nervous being away from him." "Hey I understand," he sympathized. "I have nieces and nephews and I see how my sisters are like when they spend time away from them." "How many sisters do you have?" "Three. One older, two younger." "I have one brother, younger than me." Ivey told him, surprising herself yet again when she answered automatically from Annie's memories instead of her own. "How did you like growing up with three sisters?" "It wasn't bad. I met a lot of girls that way. It's great when your sisters are always bringing their friends around." "I bet," Ivey answered, and almost wistfully thought about how difficult it'd been as a growing teenager to met girls, especially when you weren't one of the school jocks. But as Annie, she'd had little problems meeting guy - being a cute Asian girl growing up in a nice suburban middle class area, she was seen as almost exotic and except for having her heart broken a few times, it was nice remembering some of her early dates...whoaaaa, again she had to stop this memory train in its tracks. Those were Annie's memories, not hers...although it was nice to relive such fond memories. Damn it, Ivey almost did it again. STOP GIRL, she thought to herself. She did and did not even notice that she referred to herself as "GIRL." "Earth to Annie?" Ivey came back to herself with a start. "What?" she replied. "You looked like you were a million miles away just now." "Oh, sorry...you reminded me of how it was for me growing up." "And what was that?" Ivey hesitated for a moment, not sure what to say. She couldn't very well detail what it was like for her to grow up as Peter Ivey. Ivey made up her mind and plunged ahead. What the hell, in for a penny in for a pound as they say..."That it's easier in some ways for girls growing up. I had 1 brother but I never had any shortage of guys. I mean, I had the usual insecurities - what teenage girl doesn't - am I fat, oh my god this pimple is gi-normous, I look ugly. But overall it was pretty good for me and for most of my girlfriends. Looking back, if you were reasonable attractive and friendly you didn't have too many worries socially." "So you were one of the popular girls, eh?" he asked, a teasing smile on his face. She laughed. "No," then amended that. "Maybe." Rick raised an eyebrow. "Oh okay, yeah I was one of the popular girls." "Yeah, I bet," he said sardonically. "You must have driven the boys crazy. Done all sorts of mischief...breaking hearts..." "No, not really, well..." and Ivey searched Annie's memories, which seemed to become easier and easier to recall. "Well I did break a few hearts but not intentionally, but the only real mischief was when we snuck out to clubs with fake ID. But we *all* did that." "So what kind of music do you like?" he asked. She surprised herself by rattling off a number of bands that were pop, dance and techno. She knew this was Annie's memories answering for her, but the real surprise was that she allowed herself to repeat those rather than the rock and roll bands she was prepared to answer. Springsteen. Meatloaf. Led Zeppelin. All gave way to Beyonce, Lady GaGa, Black Eyed Peas, Madonna, and the reborn Britney Spears. And so on. "I take it you like to dance?" he asked. It was a rhetorical question. As a guy she hadn't minded dancing if it allowed him to get into a girl's pants (or skirt as the case may be) but other than that Ivey was not fond of the dance floor. Both her experiences with Annie - how many times had they accompanied each other to clubs before she got engaged and married - and her memories in her head confirmed that she loved to dance. The answer came without hesitation. "Sure, what girl doesn't?" she responded. They sipped their drinks and continued their small talk. Rick was a good conversationalist and knew when to listen and when to talk. She found herself drawing on Annie's memories to put together a believable story of who she was and why she was in San Diego. The appetizers arrived and they snacked on shrimp cocktail and bruschetta until the main course was ready. Rick had a bowl of soup but Ivey realized that Annie's stomach could not hold down a lot of food - Ivey wisely decided not to order soup as well, leveraging Annie's memories in the process. More and more she found herself subconsciously accessing her memories almost as if they were her own to negotiate the world around her with her body. They ordered more drinks and it was the one thing that Annie's memories did not seem to help her with - it seemed that an undesired effect of inebriation was the loosening of Annie's control over her drinking, a conclusion she did not realize until much later in this entire adventure (if you could call being thrust into your best friend's female body and forced to commit acts of espionage an adventure). As a result she wavered between pleasantly buzzed and laughingly drunk all night long. Along the way she received a quiet lesson in the difference between men and women who drink - many men become obnoxious when they've had a bit too much to drink and that in itself is a public barrier for men - they receive negative reinforcement from peers. "Hey buddy, you'd better slow it down a bit. Had a bit too much to drink tonight, eh?" And so on...but a drunk woman, especially an attractive one? No one except a close friend is going to rain on her parade. She giggled, she laughed through dinner and when it was done it was a foregone conclusion they would be finishing the night in the club as the two of them headed through the door connecting the dining area to the club. The music blasted out at them as Rick opened the door to the club, almost a physical force. The club wasn't overly large and opened up in front of them, a bar to the far end, a mirrored wall to the right, lounge tables and chairs to the left arranged around the dance floor, sixty feet long and thirty feet wide. The music was loud and fast, currently a remix of Lady GaGa's chart topping song and she felt her body move instinctively to the beat as they walked their way to the bar. It was warm in here, just warm enough to be comfortable, all the body heat concentrated and overpowering the cold air flowing from a/c vents around the room. Rick asked her if she wanted a drink. She told him another Margarita as he caught the attention of a slim attractive blonde bartender. They walked away, drinks in hand and navigating around people. The bar club was crowded, no doubt many of them from the restaurant in the next room. The atmosphere was upbeat and the mood was infectious - Ivey felt the energy in the room and her mood felt uplifted a notch. Men and women danced, gyrated, grinded against one another in time with the music, others lined the danced floor and the bar talking, watching the dance floor. Men scoped out women, serious shoppers and dreamers, hopeless romantics and pick up artists were all in attendance. Women in groups whispered to each other and laughed, back grounded by the din of the music. Rick looked for a table with Annie in tow, who continued to subconsciously moving her body in time to the music, alcohol relaxing her. Men turned and looked at her backside as she passed, admiring the hot Asian chick walking through their midst. Rick found a small circular table with two bar stools next to it and pulled one out for Annie who sat down on it and crossed her legs as she faced the dance floor at a forty five degree angle, so she could observe and talk to Rick at the same time. They lapsed into easy conversation and people watched, although they had to lean close and raise their voices a few notches to be heard. In her buzzed state, Ivey did not notice that she wasn't checking out the women from the viewpoint of a man...instead she was comparing their clothing to her own, their dance style, their shoes and idly mused whether the man they were with was cute or not. This all happened on such a subconscious level it did not even occur to Ivey that this wasn't what she should be doing. It was what Annie would do...but that was just it, this was Annie in a sense. Her brain, her hormones, her memories running below the surface of Ivey's personality, subtly moving Ivey along, reshaping Ivey's thought processes in much the same way the Colorado River had shaped the Grand Canyon over a millennium in subtle yet powerful ways. After perhaps 10 minutes Rick looked her in the eyes, gesturing to the dance floor. "Want to dance?" he asked. Rick took her hand and led her out onto the dance floor. Ivey hesitated for a minute, unsure if she could dance - as a man she'd never been particularly good at dancing, in fact as "he" was pretty much below average. The thought made Ivey stop momentarily and put up token resistance to being led out onto the dance floor, the kind of mild protestation that seemed to say to Rick "I have to put up some resistance so I can't be blamed for doing something I know I'm going to do anyway," the same protestation men do when their girlfriends drag them out onto the dance floor. But the internal river of influence and Rick's tugging she gave in without much of a struggle. Ivey had barely gotten by on the dance floor as a man, just enough to be able to maintain the flow with a woman on a date, or if "he" had been lucky (and brave enough) to approach one at a club. She started tentatively and was a bit intimidated when she saw that Rick was fairly good at dancing, especially for a man. Scratch that - he was pretty good in fact. He moved, swayed, and stepped in time with the music with an easy athletic grace. Seeing this she almost hesitated again and was going to politely demur from dancing, avoid being embarrassed, walk off the floor and call it a night. Ivey didn't see the point in dancing - after all she was not here to pick up a guy. Nor was she trying to seduce Rick - they were here only because they'd had dinner in the adjacent restaurant and the flow of the evening brought them here. That was when she realized that Annie's body was had already started moving effortlessly with the music. She almost froze, almost stopped when this realization hit her but she continued, hesitating only for a brief instant before forcing herself to continue. To a bystander it would have looked like she'd just remembered something important then dismissed it. She continued to dance and surprised herself with the moves and coordination that Annie's body had in perfect time with the music. In a few seconds Ivey lost herself in the joy of dancing in the way that any good dance is familiar with, and a smile grew on her face. This was so much fun! She never knew dancing could be so enjoyable and wow was this body a thing of joy. Ivey felt the full force of being a woman, an attractive woman, and it hit her like a drug except it was the best drug imaginable with seemingly no side effects, no hangover, no addiction except Ivey was dead wrong in this assessment. Ivey felt the eyes of other men on her and it fed her high like nothing she'd felt before. She saw herself reflected in the mirrored wall, an Asian goddess in high heels, felt the rush of moving with sublime grace and beauty on 4-1/2 inch heels, sex on Christian Loboutins and she thrilled to see herself, beauty and grace in motion. Her calf muscles were taut with the tension balancing her precariously on the balls of her feet and she admired them, admired the shapely legs that moved and stepped with the grace of a model and a surge of pride ran through her at seeing her wonderfully curved and sleek legs. She smiled then, expressing the pure joy of this hot and sexy body she possessed. So absorbed was Ivey in the joy and beauty of Annie's body that she didn't realize these feelings were the embodiment of Annie's feelings, Annie's pride in her body, feelings substantiated in her mind now as the current in the river of Annie's brain sped up, rushed Ivey along in their dangerous eddies and whirlpools. It was intoxicating to wield this beauty and power among the men who looked at her with lust and longing. It was a catch 22 - the more she danced, the more men looked at her, and the more men looked at her, the more sexual and erotic she felt, and the more sexual her dancing. It was addictive this feeling and slowly but surely Annie's body drew Ivey into it. The night blurred into one dance after another, with breaks to catch their breath and enjoy their drinks. She was high on her own beauty and power and the high was not diminishing as the night beat along. Around midnight Annie and Rick had just finished another fast dance when the first slow song of the evening came on. Rick stood there for a moment before grasping Annie's hand gently and drawing her to him. Ivey's heart - Annie's heart - sped up. It was already going strong after the energetic dancing of the last hour and now it sped up even more. She hesitated, the first time on the dance floor, unsure of what was going on between them, the sudden electricity between them frightening her. But as his arm encircled her waist and he gently grasped her right hand, pulling her into him as the song played, the fear melted away as a delicious warmth blossomed in her. Why the hell not. Ivey almost didn't recognize the internal voice as her own nor did she quite understand where it came from. It couldn't hurt, could it? It was just a slow dance and this evening out had been the only relief from the horror of her situation. Ivey didn't want to offend Rick and have a premature and sour end to the evening. They swayed gently to the song, and Ivey came off her high but into a different high, this one calm, relaxing and peaceful yet still exciting to her. After a minute Rick pulled her closer to him and their bodies touched. She stiffened momentarily then a feeling of complete and utter safety and comfort came over her and she relaxed against him. No longer was her heart beating staccato with her frenetic dancing to house techno or dance remixes but rather slowed to a strong, steady rhythmic beat as she let the feeling of safety and warmth wash over her. Ivey hadn't felt this safe since she was a little boy in his mother's arms after waking from a bad dream. She bathed in this feeling, relished it, was nourished by it after the trauma of the forced transfer into Annie's body, into *this* body. She'd come out of the storm into the warmth and comfort of Rick's arms. She almost didn't know how it happened but before she knew it they were back at her room, the door open and the two of them just inside the doorway. Now, she thought. Say goodnight and it's all over for the night. The thought of the evening ending filled her with both with relief and with emptiness at the prospect of the wonderful evening ending and being alone in this body to face the reality of her plight. She wanted to say something to make the goodbye a little longer, make the evening magic last a little longer. She felt like Cinderella at midnight and the magical carriage was about to turn back into a pumpkin. A sharp pang in her chest reminded her how the past several hours had been a more than pleasant diversion for her from the predicament she'd found herself at Micro Dynamics. "Well I should get going now," Rick said. There was the briefest of moments as he looked down and into Ivey's brown eyes, a moment of connection brought on by the prospect of the night ending for her, a flare in the attraction between them. An attraction Ivey still denied. She looked up at him and that pang in her chest grew into a longing as something deep inside her stirred. Ivey couldn't know what it was, couldn't know that he, now she, was dancing that oldest of dances now, the one played out for thousands of years between man and woman because Ivey was in the completely unfamiliar role of the pursued. She was the pursued yet paradoxically she was the one holding the cards, with the fight or flight response to choose from. Later if you'd asked her what she was thinking, she would have no better answer than if you asked her now, when she parted her lips the slightest amount and closed her eyes yet the slight gesture conveyed volumes and her pursuer knew the language of this dance. Rick leaned down and met her lips, softly at first. Ivey felt an electric thrill, a chill down her back that she'd never felt as a man in her old body. She floated in a river of pleasure, every neuron in her body firing at once with the unexpected pleasure of this coupling. She opened her mouth more and Rick responded, slipping his tongue gently into her mouth and tasted her more deeply. Their tongues touched, slipped around each other, tasted and the heat rose in both of them. Somewhere in her thoughts was a tiny voice protesting but it was quickly drowned out. Gone was her resistance, gone was the thought that Annie Bauer was a married woman who should be loyal to Adam Bauer, gone was the notion that Ivey should try to maintain the sanctity of Annie's marriage to Adam Bauer. It all melted away, like winter snow before the spring rains. She felt his stiffness where their bodies touched and knew she wanted it...