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It had been a rough day. I'd just gotten laid off from Lowe and Gardner, the accounting firm where I worked. Business was down, and I was the low guy on the totem pole, so I kind of had a feeling it was coming. Still, it didn't make it any better when the ax did fall. My boss, Harry, had always been a bit of an asshole, and he really showed his true colors at my 'exit interview'. He admitted that he could have kept me on, but he didn't like my attitude. What he meant by that is that I'd found out he'd been screwing up. He'd promised me a promotion last year if I kept my mouth shut. I agreed, he covered his tracks, and I never got the better job. Now he was firing me. I got 12 weeks severance contingent on me not talking about my time at Lowe & Gardner to anyone, just another little trick to cover his ass. I thought about not signing, but I needed the money. He knew that too, of course. I signed. Some of my co-workers and I went out for one last drink together. My girlfriend Tracey showed up, and that at least made me feel a little better. Many beers were consumed, and luckily she drove me home, because I was in no condition. I knew she had to go visit her folks this weekend, but I tried to get her to stay at my place anyway. She told me I was stinking drunk and would probably pass out 10 seconds after my head hit the bed. She was probably right, but it didn't stop me from trying. I unlocked the door and shambled inside. "Are you going to be okay?" she asked, and I mumbled in the affirmative. For some pig-headed reason, I decided I would not let my head hit the pillow, just to prove her wrong. So I flopped down in front of the TV. I watched a few minutes of Letterman, but I got bored and started to nod. I needed something a little more exciting to keep me up. I flipped over to the On Demand menu, passed through the current movies and into the Adult section. Scrolling through the titles that were all wordplays on normal shows and movies, I settled on 'Lifestyles of the Rich and Horny". It was $6.99 I couldn't really afford right now, but I clicked 'buy' on the menu anyway. It was some fabulous house, and at the top of the stairs was a beautiful woman. She looked familiar somehow, but I was drunk so I dismissed it. She was in a flimsy negligee, and she was beckoning to a muscular guy at the bottom of the stairs. Probably a surfer or a pool boy. Of course, he was shirtless, and ripped. He strode up the stairs and swept negligee woman (damn, she was familiar) off her feet and into the bedroom. Before long, clothes had been removed and the sex in earnest had begun. My own pants had been removed, and I was jacking my meat in time to the thrusts on screen. I got up closer as my eyes were getting blurry. Their pace on screen was getting faster, and I could feel I was getting close to cumming myself. I was right next to the TV now, and for some reason I wanted to blow my load on it. As I stroked, my cock just touched the flat screen. I felt an electric shock pass through it, as if I'd been walking on a carpet and gotten a shock. My eyes closed for a split second...... ........and when they opened, I was in the room watching the two people fucking live and in person, in front of me. They ignored me totally, and I felt my balls start to burst as I saw them cumming as well, the woman screaming, the guy groaning as he pumped her full of his seed. I lost it myself and started jizzing wildly as my hand tightly gripped my dick. All around me things kind of shimmered, and then I was blinded by a bright light. That's the last thing I remembered. I woke the next morning with a head the size of Staten Island. I was sprawled on my couch, half naked, and with the taste of sawdust in my mouth. Wow, that had been some party last night. My reverie was broken by the sudden realization that I was about to throw up. I ran for the bathroom and leaned over the bowl to barf my guts out. Man, that was brutal. I had to piece the night together to make sure I didn't repeat any of those mistakes. After I was finished praying to the porcelain god, I rose to my feet and looked in the mirror. Wow, I looked as bad as I felt. I was pale and shaky, and my hair was a mess. I looked down and realized that I had dried cum all over my legs. I'd forgotten that I was watching some movie after Tracey dropped me off. It was a porn flick, I remembered, and it was really weird. It was hard to figure what was real and what was my drunken stupor, though. My first priority was taking a shower. The stinging water helped get my equilibrium back, and I swallowed a handful of aspirins as well. My first day of unemployment wasn't exactly going swimmingly so far. As I dried myself off, I felt a tingle in my skin, all the way up to my scalp. I shivered a bit as I rubbed my chest. My nipples seemed raw and red. What the hell was I doing last night? I touched one, and it actually hurt a bit. I pulled on a t-shirt and basketball shorts, and flopped on the couch. When I turned on the TV the On Demand screen came on saying "Do you wish to resume viewing your selection?" What the hell, I thought. I've got nothing else to do and my girlfriend's gone for the weekend. May as well spend the day whacking off. So I hit 'Yes', and the screen flickered to life. I remembered that it was 'Lifestyles of the Rich and Horny', and I remembered something else too. As I slipped off my basketball shorts, I watched a naked couple on screen. A young woman with beautiful tits was being taken on the bed doggie-style by what looked like an Abercrombie & Fitch male model. I should have been fascinated by the naked woman on all fours, but I was mesmerized by the blonde Adonis that was pumping her with his big cock, his abdominal muscles rippling with each thrust. I got closer and closer to the screen and ever so gingerly touched the tip of my erection to the screen. I felt the jolt of electricity surge through my body and realized that yes, I had done this last night. I opened my eyes, and the couple making love was right in front of me. They were too wrapped up in their own pleasure to even notice me. I looked around, and could see I was in a magnificent bedroom, with high ceilings and expensive drapes. Beyond the open window I could see the ocean. But the surroundings only held my attention for a moment- I returned my focus to the couple on the bed. She was a quivering mass, as he yelled 'Oh my God, I'm cummmmmmming!!!!!!" I stood there, fascinated as he pumped load after load into her. He fell back, his dick barely softening as his partner collapsed on the bed. I gasped at the size of it. But then I got the shock of my life. He turned to look directly at me and said, "Lick it clean, bitch." He was talking to me! How was this possible? I stood there. Maybe I was just imagining it. But he reached over and put his hand around my neck. He was so strong, I thought, as he pulled my head toward his crotch. I didn't resist when he forced his slick cock down my throat. I tasted the combined male and female cum, and instead of being revolted, I found that I liked it. I slurped around his cock eagerly and even licked a little of the precious mixture off his balls. Then he positioned me behind his girlfriend and I didn't need to be told what to do. I slicked every drop of his cum that I could out of his slutty little date. It was then that I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror. I looked like a little blonde teenager. As I saw the image, I felt an enormous orgasm coming on. I wanted to stop it, but I may as well have tried to stop a thunderstorm. I felt my whole body tingle as everything around me became shimmery and... ....The flash knocked me back onto the couch. I felt the warm sticky cum dripping down the fingers of the fist that was gripping my cock tightly. I came again with a shudder as the purple spots before my eyes began to fade. Holy shit. The TV was dark again. I sagged on the couch as if I'd just run a marathon. My mind was trying to compute what had just happened, and I was failing miserably. Should I tell someone about this? They'd think I was crazy. And needing to get a new job, the last thing I needed was a trip to the loony bin. I decided it was time to get out of the house, away from all of that, to clear my head. I wound up at the beach, the one thing I could do that wouldn't cost me any money. I sat in the parking lot, unsure of what I wanted to do. I watched the people go by, girls rollerblading, guys oiled up and everybody looking good enough to eat. I realized that for the first time I was fantasizing about the guys as well as the girls. Had that movie affected me that much? Or was it just bringing out something that had always been there but had lay dormant? And it was then that I saw him. He was with a couple of his buddies, carrying a surfboard, a couple of girls in tow. Even from a hundred feet away I could tell it was him. I was thunderstruck. And one of the girls was his conquest this afternoon, practically falling out of her skimpy bikini. I looked at him and felt an unfamiliar pang of lust. As much as I had needed to get out of the house, I needed to get away from here now. I fired up the car and drove away, my heart pounding like a jackhammer. I drove back to my place, my hands shaking on the wheel. I had seen a person who'd been, up to that point, something out of fiction. I also realized that while I was somehow in a video, I hadn't seen any cameras. Either they were well-concealed, or......they just weren't there. Back in my apartment, I saw that there was a message for me. It was Tracey saying hi, and to call her. I took the opportunity to talk to a sane person and called her. She asked me if I was okay, and I realized she was talking about my being hung over. She also said that she'd be over to see me tomorrow afternoon, and we could get dinner after. I said sure. "Are you okay?" she asked again. "Sure, why?" I replied. "Well, your voice sounds funny, that's all. Maybe it's the connection. See you tomorrow!" And with that she rang off. Alone again, I gravitated to the TV despite my fears. This time I resolved to do a little exploring. As I clicked the On Demand menu and returned to Lifestyles, a box popped up. "Would you like to reserve this program for another week?" it asked. I pushed 'yes' without hesitation. The screen showed an empty bedroom, one that I hadn't seen before. I doffed my jeans and touched my boner to the screen. The momentary shock and then.......there I was. I took some time to get my bearings this time. I peeked out the door and saw no one. I looked down at myself and I wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. Stepping in front of the full-length mirror, I beheld a breathtaking blonde. I was about 5'7", I guessed, with a perfectly-shaped body and a great pair of tits. What size they were, I had no idea. Cupping them in my hands, they were warm and inviting and felt sooooooo good. I had a neatly trimmed little bush, and my clit was playing peek-a-boo as my excitement grew. I wanted to play more with the equipment, but I steeled myself to focus on the task at hand, which was to find out where I was. I looked everywhere in the room, and there wasn't a camera in sight, unless they were a micro-spy camera. Next I looked in the closet, and it was full of unbelievably slutty clothing. I felt my clit jump and my nipples get hard at the sight of it. Apparently my body was programmed to like these clothes. I selected a microscopic pair of jean shorts and a t- shirt, all the underwear was thongs, and I slipped easily into one. i skipped wearing a bra, reveling in the feel of my nips brushing against the inside of my shirt. The feeling that I got when they bounced ever so slightly was mildly stimulating. I also pulled on a pair of 3-inch heels that I should have no right being able to walk in, but I stood on them as if I'd been doing it all my life. On the dresser was a purse. Opening it, I saw that there was a wallet with four hundred dollars in cash and a ton of credit cards, all in the name of Lacey Banks. There was even a driver's license in my name. Or was it her name? This was too real. There were even keys to a car in the purse: I apparently owned a Nissan Z. The next thing to do was to go outside. But then what? After hesitating a second, I turned the knob to my bedroom door and walked out. There was a nicely appointed living room and a deck with a view of the ocean beyond. I lived in a rather luxurious home. The realization gave me a start. I was thinking of this in terms that it was MINE. Not a character's in a video, but mine. I shivered briefly at the thought. Looking around, I saw that I was indeed alone. Out my front door, there in the driveway was an orange Nissan Z. I stared at the keys in my hand and came up with a plan. Firing up the sports car, I sped out down the Ocean highway. My destination was only a few minutes away. I came up to my house....I thought of it first as 'his' house, and chuckled. Was I already thinking of myself in the third person? His....my car was still in the driveway. As I got out of the Z, a wave of fear washed over me. What if something bad happened? Was this like an alternate universe where things shouldn't meet? My curiosity got the better of me, though. I knew my door was locked, but I also knew where the hidden spare key was, in case I locked myself out. I found it and opened the door. I tiptoed into the living room and gasped. There I was, sprawled on the couch, naked from the waist down. My erection stood proudly away from my body. My eyes were tightly shut as if I were in a dream, and I guess for all intents and purposes, I was. I noted with relief that I was breathing. The sight of that hard cock standing there like that was having an effect on me. I felt the wetness between my legs, felt my nipples punch through the thin cotton of my shirt. Almost without thinking, I fell to my knees and moved between those splayed legs. I opened my mouth and went down, down, down, feeling the hot meat tickling my tonsils. I didn't allow myself time to comprehend what I was doing. I just had to do it. And as I slowly started to suck my way back up to the tip, I was greeted by an enormous explosion of cum, salty jets of spunk that I fought to swallow as quickly as they shot out. I felt dizzy as I slurped and slurped, and my vision began to shimmer, followed by an enormous flash......... ........I woke to the sound of crickets outside. Darkness had fallen as I tried to gather myself together. I jumped involuntarily when everything came back to me. I had gone to the other side and come back! I saw myself! Holy shit, I'd given myself a blowjob, fer chrissake. What had I done? I had a whole other life, or did I? Was this just some kind of dream, or a mental trick? But it all seemed so real. I pulled on my pants and hopped into my car to drive out to the beach. I needed to know if there really was a Lacey Banks. I drove along the stretch of road that I knew she'd been on. I cursed myself for not taking down the house number. I didn't see any house that quite matched my memory, and I certainly didn't see any flaming orange Nissan Z. Frustrated, I went back to my place. I turned on my laptop and tried Googling Lacey Banks. Nothing came up except some housewives in the Midwest and a college professor in Vermont. It seemed that she didn't exist. As I continued typing variations of the name, I took a good look at my fingers on the keyboard. My nails had gotten longer, much longer than I'd ever seen them before. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom. My hair was a bit shaggier, and there were blond streaks in my normally brown locks. I pulled my t-shirt up, and could discern two small but definite lumps on my chest. The nipples were erect and the red rings around them were puffy as well. I touched one and felt my cock jump in my pants. I dropped my jeans and noted with relief that I hadn't fully lost my manhood, although my dick seemed smaller, as did my balls. And my pubic hair had disappeared. In fact, I felt smooth and hairless all over my body; there was no stubble on my chin, just smoothness. A moment of panic set in. What was happening to me? Was I losing my mind? What would Tracey think when she saw me tomorrow? I stared into the mirror and told myself to calm down. I didn't look that much different; the changes were kind of subtle. I needed to find out more about Lacey Banks, though. I needed to go back. I flew through the On Demand menu and punched my selection. Again I found myself in Lacey's bedroom, and my head seemed to clear. Wow, that was weird, I thought. I knew that I needed to go to my....Bob's place, and we needed to talk. But I also knew that I had to be at the party at Zach's tonight. It was really important, so going elsewhere would have to wait. My brain was being pulled in two directions, but I decided that as long as I was here, I'd have to play by the rules. I pulled on my slinky cocktail dress that perfectly accented my boobs. I knew Zach would like that and I knew I wanted to be a good party girl. Zach threw the best parties and I wanted to be sure I got invited back. My stiletto heels completed the ensemble. I checked my makeup before I left and then I was off. Zach knew everybody, it seemed. There were film stars, politicians, sports stars, and a generous sprinkling of good-looking women whose only job, apparently, was to be good looking. And then, across the room, I saw him. His dirty blond hair and his scruffy beard gave me a tingle between my legs. I knew him, knew his name. He was Brady Merriman, championship surfer. And I had licked his cock clean after he'd fucked another woman. Tonight, I wanted to lick my pussy juice off his cock after he'd fucked me. It was only fair. "Lacey", he said. "Good to see you. You look fabulous in that dress." I couldn't resist flirting. "I look even better out of it." God, what was I doing? Didn't I have something else I had to do? But I couldn't help myself. I grabbed another champagne, and floated around the room. I didn't need to be a conversationalist, because all the men wanted to talk to me. It was so easy, and I had fun watching them catch glimpses of my puppies as I shifted and leaned forward, laughing at jokes I didn't get and smiling as I watched the boners in their pants. The hours flew by, and I was a little tipsy from the champagne, but as the crowd started to thin, I worked my way back to Brady. He had a little redhead on his arm, but I knew she was no match for me. He introduced her as Tracey, and a little shiver went through me. That name meant something but I was a combination of drunk and horny, so I dismissed it. Brady seemed primarily interested in leaving the party at this point, and he never liked to leave with at least two women on his arm. I was a willing second, and we piled into his waiting limo. I said I had my own car as well, and he instructed one of his people to drive it over to his place. A nice little service, but the least he could do if I was going to let him fuck me. We slid into the back of the limo, and Brady broke out a bottle of champagne. I probably shouldn't have had another glass, but what the hell. I nuzzled Brady's neck and licked his ear. He put his hand on the back of my head and gently but firmly guided my head down lower and lower until I was feeling the heat of his big cock through his pants. I stroked the hard outline of it, then helped him unbuckle and slide those pants down to his ankles. I reached inside his boxers and fished out his huge rod, its purple head practically glowing as I rubbed it against my chin. I locked my eyes on his as I swallowed him whole. I knew how that turned guys on. His thick dick nearly choked me, but I relaxed more and more and took it more easily. I felt hands over me, pulling at my clothes, taking my dress off. I remembered that the redhead was still with us. Her little hands brushed against my tits as I kept up my rhythm on Brady's wonderful rod. Before long, I was naked and Brady took control, positioning me on all fours between the long rows of seats in the limo. I needed him inside me so bad right now, and I shimmied my ass at him. "Beg for it, bitch," he said. I giggled. "Oooh Brady, give me that big cock, baby," I said in my sexiest voice. I squealed when I felt him enter me. The sensation of his steely manhood sliding inside my pussy was unbelievable. I knew I must have done this before, but it felt like a completely new experience. I slinked back against his thrusts as I let him grope my tits. I tingled all over as I let him pound me like an animal. I forgot where I was, what I was doing. All I focused on was the pleasure I was giving and getting. I squeezed my legs together to make his cock tighter inside me, and he responded by slamming me harder. I ground my face into the carpet as he built toward his climax. I could feel him throbbing inside me and I wiggled against him to push him over the edge. He came in a torrent, first inside me, then pulling out hastily to shoot his spooge all over my ass and back. I hadn't cum yet, but I was exhausted by the action. I slunk to the floor as I heard him say, "Lick me clean, bitch," I couldn't have responded to the command, but I realized it was directed at the redhead. I'd forgotten she was even there. After a few minutes, I felt a hand on my ass, then a tongue. It was licking up every drop of Brady's cum. If she wanted cum, I thought devilishly, I had more for her. I got up on all fours and pushed her toward my dripping pussy. "Lick me clean, bitch," I echoed. The redhead was good. After cleaning me up on the outside, she crawled under me and started sucking Brady's jizz out of my pussy. Her mouth was like a vacuum cleaner and when she touched my clit, I screamed. Squirming on top of her, I felt myself start to melt into the buzz of a real orgasm. It radiated out from my clit until my whole body seemed to erupt. I held her head awkwardly against my slit until I could take it no more, than pushed her away. She moved on to lick my asshole, which shot me into orbit again. Opening my eyes, it seemed the whole car was bathed in an intense light, and things started to shimmer. Then, a blinding flash....... .................and I was on my couch. My hand was tightly gripped around my little cock, and my hand was covered in my sticky jizz. I was frozen in place for a moment as I tried to adjust to what was going on. I was here, in my living room, but I had been somewhere else. Was I losing my mind? Everything was as clear as day- the dress the party, the sex in the limo, and then....I was here. But when I was there, it was as real as it could be. I unclenched my hand and my limp cock slid out. And then I fell asleep, utterly spent. The phone woke me with a start. My brain was jangling as I picked it up. It was Tracey. "Hello," I mumbled. "Hello yourself! Are you just waking up? It's 11:30." "Slept late." "You think? Hey, I'm leaving my parents now, so I'll be there in about an hour. Maybe we can grab a bite to eat," she said. I was struggling to catch up. "Um, okay." "Are you all right? You really sound like shit." Panic started to set in. "Uhhhhh, I'm okay." "Well, see you in a bit," and she rang off. I had to get my act together. I went to the full-length mirror in my bedroom and surveyed myself. I was somewhere in between a man and a woman. There was no doubt in my mind now. I had a small perky set of tits, yet I also had a (small) penis. All my body hair was gone, but the hair on my head now flowed down to my shoulders. The little blond streaks I'd noticed before were now big ones. My nails had gotten longer and my hands and feet smaller. My face had changed in subtle ways; higher cheekbones and my eyes were now blue instead of brown. It was 'me', but it wasn't 'me'. I couldn't see Tracey like this. I tried to call her on her cell, but she'd turned it off. She hated people who chatted while they were driving, so this wasn't unexpected. I'd have to make the best of it. I showered, and resisted the urge to play with myself, not easy. Then I pulled out my sweats and put them on, hopefully minimizing the girlish figure I'd acquired. With a scissors, I went after my hair, doing a bad job of it, but at least getting it a lot shorter. I threw on a baseball cap for good measure. When I looked in the mirror again, I realized I looked like a 15-year-old girl with a bad haircut. Fail. I thought about maybe just running for it. Tracey would be hurt and confused and probably dump me, but it'd be for the best. As the thought of flight passed through my head, the bell rang. My escape route was cut off. I opened the door, and Tracey's initial smile turned to a look of shock. "Bob, what the hell happened to you?" So much for fooling her, I thought. "I...uh". "What have you done to yourself? You look....weird. What's wrong with your hair?" She snatched the cap off my head before I could react. "Oh my God." She brushed past me into my living room and put her stuff down. "I knew I shouldn't have left you alone this weekend." She came up to me and gave me a hug, but almost the second she touched me, she recoiled. "Um, Bob, lift up your shirt." I said no, but she grabbed my arm. "I'm one step away from having you committed. Lift up that shirt." I did so and exposed my little boobs to her. My nipples were painfully hard in the cool air. Tracey flopped down on my couch. "What the hell are you doing? Are you crazy? How did this happen?" I could see her start to cry. I sat down next to her. "I'll tell you the story, but you have to hear me out and not interrupt." Her face was clouded in anger as I described what had happened over the past day and a half. True to her word, she never interrupted until I had finished. "That's complete bullshit," she said. "I can prove it to you. But you have to trust me this one time." "Sure, whatever," she said in a resigned voice. I went to the On-Demand menu and selected 'Lifestyles of the Rich and Horny'. It took a second but we were now staring at a bedroom. I knew now that it was MY bedroom, or at least it was Lacey's bedroom. More and more, though, I realized that even here, I was feeling like Lacey. My heart leapt as I saw that other world. "Not a lot of action in this movie," Tracey said sarcastically. "There will be," I replied. "I need you to really trust me now." "Oh my God, you're serious." I shimmied out of my sweats and as they fell to the ground Tracey said, "Well at least you've still got a dick." I ignored the comment. "Take my hand," I instructed. She gave me her hand, I touched my limp little member to the screen and................ .........."What the........" Tracey said. This was a different Tracey now, though. She was no longer a mousy brunette, she was a stunning redhead. I touched myself. I was so happy to be back. My body seemed whole again; no tiny titties, no useless little cock between my legs. I stretched, feeling every muscle in my body sing with joy. I felt sorry for that unhappy little guy, wherever he was. I knew I had to help him somehow, but I wasn't exactly sure how. I looked at Tracey. She looked even better than I remembered her last night. She seemed uncertain of what was going on. "B-Bob? Is that you? Where are we?" she asked nervously. "We're in my bedroom, silly," I said. "And I'm Lacey." Tracey's face contorted in thought. "Yes, I knew that. How?" I wasn't really interested in that. I was more interested in getting her out of that negligee. I put my hand on her hip and moved closer. She backed off. "Holy shit, I licked his cum out of your pussy last night. Brady's cum. I licked your asshole." I smiled. "Yes, and I certainly owe you for that." "I'm here, but I'm a different person," she squinted, trying to think. "How do we get back?" "Too many questions," I said as I reached for her brast. The feel of it through the silkiness of her teddy was exquisite. "Ohhhh," she sighed, and I knew I had her. "But..." she said, but I put a finger to her lips and removed the only stitch of clothing she wore. I suckled a nipple and after a brief resistance, she clutched me to her chest. We fell onto the bed and licked, sucked and fondled every part of our bodies. I gave her a bone- rattling orgasm, and her fingers returned the favor. We spent what must have been a couple of hours like this until Tracey could take no more. Panting on the bed she said, "This is awesome. But shouldn't we go back?" Thoughts had been coalescing in my head and I knew that yes, we had to go back 'there'. And I now knew what I had to do. "Yes, we can go back. All we have to do is drive." "Drive?" She looked incredulous. We rummaged through my closet for the hottest outfits we could find, because it was fun to dress up and make men crazy. My shorts cupped my cute ass, and my shirt had the perfect amount of cleavage. Tracey picked something that looked like it was painted on. I liked that she was getting into this. "You know, if you want, you could be my roommate. I've got plenty of room and it's kind of quiet at my place." "Oh, that would be awesome!" she gushed and gave me a kiss. We got into my Nissan Z and drove down the Coast Highway. I instinctively knew where to turn, and in a few minutes we were in the driveway of our destination. I grabbed the key from its hiding spot and before long we were standing in the living room looking at two frozen forms, one male, one female. "I don't know how I know, but I know what I have to do," Tracey said as she knelt down between the woman's spread legs. The guy was really kind of a shemale, which was kind of kinky. He had a little boner sticking straight up from his crotch, and I mounted him to rub it up and down my pussy lips. He moaned softly, his eyes still shut. As I straddled him, his dick made a heroic effort to expand inside me, and I used all my tricks to bring him to the edge. Tracey was using plenty of tricks herself as the prone woman beneath her mewled softly as she ravished her pussy. Tracey looked up and winked at me as she dove for her final assault. The woman's mewls grew louder and I could feel the breath of my own partner grow ragged as his cock twitched inside me. A strangled scream, and I felt a thin stream of man juice flow inside me as I came as well. And Tracey's hands were buried in her own crotch as she brought the woman to a crashing climax. The warm buzz of my cum washed over me as the light enveloped me, followed by the bright flash............ ...........My eyes blinked open and I found myself staring at the ceiling. I tried to focus my thoughts; where was I, for one thing? I raised my head slowly - my neck was stiff, as if I'd been in this position for hours. Sitting up and starting to focus, I saw my TV was off. I turned painfully and saw Tracey. She was still out, but her jeans were crumpled on the floor and her panties dangled from one ankle. Three fingers were still buried in her pussy, and a beatific smile was on her face. She was still wearing her t-shirt but it looked like her bra had been removed somehow. As her chest rose and fell with her shallow breaths, it looked like her smallish tits had gotten a lot larger, their size stretching the material of her shirt obscenely. Finally I looked at her hair: it had changed from brown to a brassy red, very close to the color of..... And then I started to survey myself. My own boobs were fuller and more sensitive as I groped my titflesh under my own shirt. As I tweaked a nipple, good feelings radiated through me. I ran my hand down my flat abdomen and touched my cock, or more accurately what remained of my cock. It was just a little nub now, no more than an inch. It felt good to touch, just like my nipples did. But it wasn't much larger then they were. My balls had disappeared into two small mounds on either side of my.... Holy shit, I had a pussy. It was a cleft between my legs that wasn't fully formed yet. I felt a weirdness inside my abdomen and I somehow knew that things inside were changing and mutating there just as I was on the outside. I rubbed a finger up and down the shallow slit, finishing up at my clitty dick. It felt strange and wonderful all at once. I realized that things were starting to blur a bit. I was thinking of myself as Lacey now, even here in the world of Bob. There was a certain fatalism to this, as if I was just along for the ride in my own body. Tracey was starting to stir now. I was looking down at her as her eyes fluttered open. "Wow, I had the most amazing dr...." She sat bolt upright, her firm tits jiggling as she did so. "Wha....wait...where am I?" she babbled. "You're right here with me. It's okay." "Holy shit, I feel so weird. Did everything I think happened really happen?" "Yes it did." "The TV? The bedroom? The fanTAStic sex?" "Yes it did." "You were a woman, and I was a different woman and we..." "Yes we did." "Holy shit!" she put her hand to her head and pulled a lock of her long red hair in front of her face. Gasping, she ran to the bathroom. I followed close behind. She stood there, mouth agape, staring in the mirror. "I've, I've become that woman in that....in whatever that place is," she stammered. She turned to me. "I should be angry right now. But I feel like I've been turbocharged. I feel more alive than I've ever been. Am I crazy?" "I feel the same way, babe. I'm not entirely sure where this is leading, but I just want to keep trucking down this road. You look magnificent." "Is that Bob or Lacey talking?" "Both of us. I feel more like Lacey now anyway." "Well, you don't look like a Bob any more. You're pretty stunning yourself. So where do we go from here?" "Every fiber of my being wants to go back." She smiled. "Me too. I feel too sexy for this world." I kissed her. Our boobs touched and I felt a surge of sexual energy as we hugged. Hand in hand, we walked back to the TV set and I went through the routine. I found my program On Demand and clicked it. And nothing happened. The set went black. I checked the wiring- everything seemed plugged in, and I went through the sequence again. Again the set went black. I tried not to panic. Tracey said, "Why don't we just leave it alone for a bit. Maybe the system needs to recycle," She wasn't convincing, but I let her try. "Look, let's go out for a bit. I think at the very least we need to go shopping for sex toys." I giggled in spite of myself. So we put on some trashy clothing and trundled over to the local adult store, where we nearly caused a riot among the clientele. It was a feeling of power that was awfully intoxicating. A couple hundred dollars of lotions, lingerie and realistic plastic organs later, we were on our way. When we got into Tracey's car we burst out in hysterical laughter at ourselves. "Whew!" Tracey said. "That got me all hot and bothered. I need a drink." We stopped at the bar nearby. I realized this was the same bar I'd had my farewell party in only a few days ago. Damn, it felt like years right now. The football game was on, but when we stepped in and sat down at the bar we attracted a crowd of our own soon enough. "Can I buy you ladies a drink?" came the voice over my shoulder. I turned with a smile and then froze in my tracks. It was Harry, my former boss. It took me a second to recover. I wasn't the guy he fired, I was the hot chick he was looking to pick up. I wondered what his new wife would think of that. "Why certainly, honey," I said as I ran a finger down his chest. "I'll take a Heineken." "So will I," piped up Tracey. I could see that other guys were casting jealous looks at Harry. One of them tried to pick up Tracey, but she was with the program and gave him the brush-off. We treated Harry like he was the most important person in the world. I sipped my beer while he chugged his. After a bit I decided to reel this fish in. "What do you say you come back to our place for a nightcap, Harry?" I cooed. I thought he might come in his jeans right there. "Sure," he croaked. He tried to sneak out as best he could, but his friends knew where he was going. We led him back to my place and before he knew it, we were stripping his clothes off him. He wasn't too resistant. Harry was a good-looking guy in his early thirties who kept himself in shape, and he had a nice cock, just the perfect mouthful. I dragged him to the bed and mounted him, rubbing that hard cock against my slit as I lowered myself on him, I pushed against him and then he broke through my last barrier. It hurt like hell for a little bit, but gradually the waves of pleasure outlasted the jolts of pain. "Oh my god, you're a virgin?" he squeaked. "Shut up and fuck me," I growled. It didn't take long for him to start yelling, "I'm going to cum!!!!!!" Just as he did, Tracey took a great picture of us with her cell-phone. As his orgasm faded, he became angry. "Are you two bitches looking to blackmail me?" he yelled. "Actually, no, Harry, we just need you for one more thing," I said as I let his flaccid member slip out of me. "I'll pay you, if that's what you're after. I'll even give you a job if you want. I just fired a little jerk who used to work for me, so there's a position open." I held back my rage. "No, Harry, all we want is your cock." "What? What do you mean?" In his confusion, we led him out to the TV which Tracey had already set to the right place. She and I both grabbed his limp member and touched it to the screen..... .........I breathed a sigh of relief. I was back. Tracey looked at me with her 'come fuck me' eyes, as happy as I was to be where we belonged. Between us stood Ilka, our maid. She seemed a little disoriented. "What is going on?" she said in that adorable Swedish accent of hers. "What am I doing here?" she said. "Ilka, I think you should go downstairs. We're having guests tonight and you have a lot of work to do," I said coldly. Ilka hesitated for a moment and then something kicked in. "Yes ma'am," she said, and left us alone. The party was a success. Ilka was very diligent about making sure all the guests were served, and when Brady asked us if he could 'borrow' her for the night, we agreed. When the guests were gone, Tracey said, "You know, by giving Ilka the night off, we'll have to clean this ourselves." I said, "Let her clean it in the morning. We've got one more thing to do." Tracey nodded knowingly. We hopped in the Z and drove back to Bob's house. There were the three of them, two women and a man. This time we switched and Tracey fondled the one who looked like me and I slurped the pussy of the one who looked like her. The man nearby had a smile on his face and his dick tightly gripped in his hand. He may have groaned softly as we serviced our women, but I couldn't tell for sure. I felt the power of the orgasm underneath me as I felt the shimmering heat waves building all around. And then the flash, brighter than ten suns, which seemed to ripple outward into infinity....... I woke, and stretched my arms. The sun was streaming through the windows. I nudged Tracey and she stirred as well. At last I felt like myself! As we stood, we surveyed our surroundings. There, in the corner, was Harry, a smile still on his face, eyes tightly shut. We gathered our clothes and got ready to leave Bob's place for the last time. I looked out the window and sighed with relief that my Z was still in the driveway. As I headed to the door, Tracey hesitated. "You know, Ilka's such a good maid. I'd hate to lose her." "Me too," I replied. Tracey walked over to the TV set and unplugged it. "Actually, I think we could find a spot for this in our place," Our eyes met. "Yes we could." And we threw it in the back of the Z as we drove off, never to return.