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The Mission I I "May I come in?" It was the Ambassador. We called her that but she was more than just an Ambassador. We referred to her as her as a convenience. Her gender was something like human female but not exactly. She is Thanopses, the leading diplomat and project director for the Fomalhaut First Contact Mission to Earth on behalf of the Galactic Federation. She is also my boss. My office, in whose door she stood, is in the building now known as the First Contact Embassy, in Alexandria, Virginia: a five bedroom town house with rear courtyard in Old Town. I had purchased the entire block and remodeled the interiors of all the buildings to accommodate living and working spaces for the Fomalhaut and Human Members of the Embassy staff. It's quite convenient having the courtyard available to land shuttles and allow the staff to move from building to building without going out onto the street. I began this project about six months before the mind-blowing appearance of the First Contact Ship in the sky over DC. I, of course, was expecting it. I, and other humans like me, had been working secretly on behalf of the Fomalhaut Mission for almost a year prior to that day. After the dust settled, I moved in and staffed the Embassy with locals to do clerical and domestic work and assumed the job of personal assistant/attache to the Ambassador. She is a very imposing figure. In order to facilitate the Mission, the Fomalhautese adopted human form. They are very clever psychologists. It was determined that the members of the Mission who dealt face to face with humans should resemble human females of rather large stature and great beauty. Thanopses is six and a half feet tall with exaggerated breasts and hips like the Babylonian fertility statuettes of Astarte. The resemblance isn't coincidental. Her species has worked as diplomats for the Federation for thousands of Earth years. They have perfected the art of creating physical bodies that inspire strong positive feelings in the target species for which they were designed, and transferring their consciousnesses and memories into those bodies for the purpose of conducting interstellar diplomacy and covert behavior modification. This technique works especially well for first contacts with species who were previously unaware of the existence of the Federation. Her face is quite beautiful,handsome not pretty, and she wears her hair coiffed high upon her head, and strangely enough, most human females do not feel threatened by this caricature of the human female form; most men, are highly enthusiastic. When she speaks in her soft, purring, contralto I get goosebumps. She and the other Fomalhaut members of the Mission wear costumes of semi-transparent robes that both conceal and reveal as they move, and they ornament their bodies and hair with gold and precious gems. The effect is that of goddesses, again, not entirely coincidental. They seem to take great pleasure in the effect their appearance has on humans. The natives of Fomalhaut b have three different and complimentary female genders and one male. They claim that they are strongly influenced by what they call the feminine spirit and much prefer the arts of diplomacy to the arts of war. That is not to say they are weak. They have powerful technology and are mistresses of psychological conditioning. Thanopses is a very physical being, bestowing touches, caresses, and kisses on everyone, both male and female, with whom she communicates. Great theater. "Please come in," I answered, "I am entirely at your disposal." "I know you are and that is what I'd like to talk to you about." She rested her hands on my upper arms and gently squeezed. "In the three months since we moved into the Embassy, you have either been working in this office or accompanying me on my diplomatic junkets and speaking appearances. What is the human expression, 24/7 I believe? Aren't you getting a little tired of this building and my company?" She released my arms and looked into my eyes. I was flabbergasted. "The work we do here, educating humanity about the Federation, and preparing Earth for membership is so very important, and spending time with you is a joy. I'd do it for free." "Yes, the work is important and your feelings for me are partially a result of your indoctrination and training. You know that, of course." "Yes, I know I was conditioned to find you attractive and sympathetic. So what, it worked. I admire you, and I love working here." She smiled. "Well, please do something for me. I want you to take a vacation, a very special vacation. I studied your psych profile when you were accepted for the Mission and came across something rather interesting which, along with your other qualities, insured your position here with me. You have a rather pronounced female component in your personality index. You are aware of that aren't you?" "Of course I'm aware of it. I've had fantasies of being a woman all my life, and during most of my life I've cross-dressed in the privacy of my home, and even gone out dressed as a woman. But my cross-dressing was ultimately unsatisfying because I'm big, have masculine features and hands, and a deep voice. I was never convincing enough to satisfy myself. I would have mentioned this at a counseling session but it didn't seem important at the time and it never came up. I'm not ashamed of who I am." "Daniel, there is very little about you that I don't know. Our psych profiles go very deep. I know that you are a highly motivated, well integrated human being. You wouldn't be here if you weren't. I accept both your male and female components, and regret that your attempts to outwardly express the female fell short of your desires. It's your inner female that makes you valuable to me. We Fomalhautese, as a species, relate much more strongly with the feminine spirit. Remember, what you see before you is an alien creature in human female drag. I've come to rather enjoy being this Thanopses, as different as she is from my natural form." "Well, Madame Ambassador, if I looked like you, I'd enjoy it too." "And that's where your vacation comes in. How would you like your consciousness in the body of a female human? Say, perhaps on a luxury cruise. You would be that woman. Would that appeal to you?" "Wow. If only....yes, I accept. Wait a minute. Where are you going to get a woman's body? How do I get in her head? What happens to her?" "We are able to isolate your consciousness and memories and transfer them into another body easily, just like my consciousness and memories were transferred into this body. It just so happens that a woman who works for us in the London Consulate, a Member of the Earth Human Mission Staff, like you, is also in need of some quality time-off and mentioned during her psych evaluation that she would like to experience being a man, temporarily, of course. Her name is Gwen Ross. I've seen her picture and her psych profile. She's a lovely, feminine woman with an interesting fantasy, and has had the same physiological reconditioning that you had when you were accepted by the Mission. She's sane and healthy and I propose that the two of you swap bodies. Just think of the thrill of wearing beautiful, feminine clothes, jewelry, and lingerie and experiencing the admiration of men, and having sex in a woman's body." "What are we waiting for?" "That's the spirit!" She gave me a hug and a kiss on my forehead. "There's one other wrinkle. After analyzing both of your psych profiles, I determined that the two of you would make a very compatible couple. Friends, lovers, spouses, something. And since neither of you is committed, or for that matter, has had the time to develop any relationships since the Mission began, I'd like the two of you to travel together, in each others bodies, and see what happens. "You're fixing me up? With myself? It sounds really complicated, but you're the boss. What next?" "Your opposite number has already agreed to spend her vacation with you, as you. She mentioned a Greek Isles cruise. Would that be satisfactory?" "Completely. Bikinis during the day, cocktail dresses at night." "Your wardrobe will be selected by Gwen. You will select hers. I suspect your tastes will be complimentary. I've arranged an appointment with a wardrobe stylist who will accompany you on a shopping expedition, tomorrow. Purchase enough clothes for a week. Everything. Casual, dressy, swimwear, underwear, toiletries, and luggage. Two days ought to be enough for alterations. Leave for Athens at the end of the week in one of our low orbit shuttles. You will be carrying documents accrediting you to the Fomalhaut Diplomatic Service, so no passport is necessary. You will meet Gwen on board MV Majesty. I've booked adjoining cabins and you are free to use one or both or whatever you hearts desire. When you wake-up the first morning the transformation will have occurred in your sleep. When you wake up the last morning, you will be in your own body. Take one of the Embassy credit cards and spend as much as you like. And have a wonderful time." II And just like that, I turned my duties over to a Member of the Earth Human Mission Staff who flew in from San Francisco to cover for me during my absence. Three days later, I carried two very expensive leather suitcases crammed with formal wear, suits, sportswear, shirts, jeans, loafers, sandals, underwear, and toiletries into the saucer-like shuttle hovering several inches over the courtyard lawn. (many of the historical UFO sightings had been entirely accurate) One of the reasons my colleagues and I had been enlisted so long before the First Contact was in order to amass financial resources and real estate holdings for the various Mission consulates and offices in every country on the Earth. The Fomalhautese were wizards at manipulating stocks and currencies and had unlimited supplies of precious metals and gemstones to turn into seed money. While I was acquiring and remodeling the Alexandria real estate, the funds for this and many other projects were being generated by human colleagues of mine under the supervision of Fomalhautese experts. One of the buildings in the Alexandria block contained a financial section which in cooperation with other sections in London, Hong Kong, Tokyo, and Johannesburg, generated billions of dollars daily to fund the operation of the Mission. There was even a subsection which did nothing but acquire vast quantities of armaments and weapons which were promptly destroyed. They also acquired arms manufacturers and deliberately incurred crippling liability lawsuits, or carefully mismanaged them right out of business. The flow of money in and out was staggering. Needless to say, these financial resources are greater than those of many countries and the cost of a wardrobe, or a thousand wardrobes, or even a whole cruise ship would not even put a dent in petty cash. With regards to the Mission's myriad aid programs, tutorials, technology distribution centers, real estate projects or complimentary employee vacations, money is no object. The shuttle generates its own gravitational field and there is no sensation of flying. The shuttle itself was an AI with enough memory, software, and self-awareness to perform the jobs of pilot and cabin attendant, but not much else. "Good afternoon sir. We will land in Athens in two hours. There is a bar and refreshments in the passenger module. Please request anything you'd like." The enormity of what I was about to do finally hit and I decided that a drink would be a great idea. I sat down on a leather couch and said, "I'd like a VO Manhattan, straight up, please." Prior to the physiological 'tune-up' I'd received before joining the Mission Staff, I'm afraid I was something of a lush: not destructive, but in bed early way too many evenings. After my tune-up, my dependence on alcohol all but disappeared. There were other, more visible changes. My bridgework was gone, replaced by real, healthy teeth. I found I had no more use for the trifocals I had worn for many years. No more lower back pains or sciatica. My blood pressure came down to 110/70 and I had more stamina than I ever had before. I had never run a mile in my life and now I warm up in the morning by running several miles at a respectable 6 minutes per. When I look in a mirror I see an improved version of myself; there is a look of vitality that I never saw before. And, my abdomen is flat again. Not bad for an ex-retired guy. I guess I didn't mention that I was recruited by the Mission out of retirement. I'm 65 and look a healthy 50. Advanced age was not a disqualifying factor in recruitment. Maturity was actually sought after. Our bodies became young and healthy after the physical reconditioning. Thanopses told me that eventually every human would receive the tune-up as part of a comprehensive health maintenance plan but logistics and political considerations put that eventuality somewhat in the future. Many humans and human governments are stubbornly resisting the benefits of the Galactic Federation. Go figure. "Your drink, sir." A panel opened on the surface of the coffee table in front of the couch and a frosted, stemmed glass with three cherries impaled on a toothpick (always an odd number) and a small frosted carafe in a bowl of ice appeared. I poured half the contents of the carafe into the glass and sipped. It was delicious. My nerves settled down somewhat and I contemplated what lay ahead. Would I actually like being a woman? Would I know how to act? The idea of having sex with a man didn't seem that attractive. Would I feel differently if I were in a woman's body. Maybe lesbian sex with another woman would be better. How would Gwen feel about me using her body in ways she never had.? Or had she? What about Gwen? Would she like being me? Would she like sex with a woman, in my body? Or maybe a homosexual affair. Could I give a blow-job? To Gwen? To myself? I was thousands of miles, both literally and figuratively, away from Alexandria and the Embassy. My vacation had started. I never felt the shuttle land. I snapped out of my reverie when the AI announced, "We have arrived, sir." III The Athens Consulate chauffeur loaded my bags into a Mercedes and drove me to the port of embarkation. Still somewhat preoccupied, I checked in with the purser and received my cabin assignment. "You are in 9201, sir, forward balcony. Your companion is in 9203. Your documents have already been deposited with the Purser's Office and a facsimile will be provided if you care to go ashore at any of our ports of call. We are honored to have representatives of the Fomalhaut Mission sailing with us and will do everything in our power to ensure you have a pleasant cruise. Hans, would you please escort Mr. Harris to his stateroom." "My companion, Ms Gwen Ross, has she checked in yet?" "Yes sir, several hours ago." "I'm meeting Ms Ross for the first time. Could you describe her?" "Yes sir, she's a brunette, about 5'7", very lovely. I would say she looks more youthful than her age, if you'll pardon me me for the indiscretion." "That's quite all right. Lead on, Hans." The stateroom was all the way forward on a middle deck with an enclosed balcony overlooking the bow. There was a queen-size bed and a long settee along one wall. It looked like a luxury hotel room. My bags were in the closet and I just stood there with the door open behind me taking it all in. "Daniel, Daniel Harris?" I turned toward the door. I was stunned. Like many Jewish families, mine had a small percentage of fair-haired, light skinned members like my mother and myself, the rest being brown-eyed brunettes. The woman standing in the door bore an uncanny resemblance to my mother's older sister Bobbi who I had worshiped as a child. As an adolescent, I thought she was the sexiest female on the planet. We shared the same birthday and a special bond. She had two daughters and I was her kid sister's first born son. "Your mouth is open. I hope you're not disappointed. I spent six hours in a salon this morning preparing to meet you, although the time was pleasurable enough in its own right." I closed my mouth. I looked closer. She had lustrous dark brown hair and brown eyes which displayed intelligence and gentle humor, a full red mouth that grinned with enjoyment. She was wearing a button-front, belted, khaki dress that stopped just above the knee, and tan sling-back pumps: a bosomy, womanly figure and long slender legs. Her scent was exotic. And she looked like Aunt Bobbi. "Disappointed, not at all. It's just that you remind me of someone who was very dear to me. You are a knockout. Please come in and sit down. Can I get you something? I'm sure the fridge is well stocked." "Well, I have strict instructions from the London Consul to throw away my inhibitions, so perhaps a cocktail. Will you join me?" "Absolutely. What'll it be?" "I was quite a party girl in my younger days and I fancied Manhattans. Do you think there'd be something like that in the fridge?" "I hope there's two. I have to admit that I'm already one ahead of you. I had one on the flight over. I can't believe you drink Manhattans" "And I just came from the lounge. My new, improved body is a lot more tolerant of alcohol than it used to be." "Same here. Look what we have: two ready-made Manhattans in little bottles. On the rocks OK?" "Smashing. Cheers." We both sipped our drinks and stared at each other. "You know," she said, "I was more than a little nervous about this meeting, but I really like the way you look and you are comfortable to be with. I haven't even finished my second cocktail and the butterflies are all gone. I think I'm going to like looking at you in the mirror, And listening to your voice when I speak, and other things." "Yes, I'm looking forward to the other things too." "I'm dying to hear about your fantasies and tell you about mine. And give you a little advice in the operation and care of a fifty-year old female body. I hope I don't embarrass you if I tell you my periods resumed after the tune-up. Thankfully, you won't have to worry about that this week." "Fifty! You look thirty, and disarmingly fertile." "You won't have to worry about that either. I've taken precautions, but I haven't been able to get pregnant since I was a teenager. I'll tell you about that later. I'm not sure if that tune-up had any other effects on my reproductive system; that would be a good thing to know. I'll bet your tune-up knocked 20 years off of your chronological age. You look very fit. I think we make a handsome couple. And I have every intention of using your gentlemanly charms on some of the sweet young things I saw down in the lounge. I hope they've taken precautions. My God, did I say that. It seems my inhibitions are already on vacation." "And what type of sweet young thing do you prefer?" "I believe I'll try a sampler. Young and not so young, Boys and perhaps girls. And you, that is, me. How about you?" "I honestly don't know. I want to see how I feel as a woman and see where my feminine spirit leads me. My intuition tells me it will lead to you, er me. You know what I mean." "We'll find out together. I'm so glad I'm here. Let's put this discussion on hold, get dressed for dinner, and continue in the dining room. I'm sure they have tables for two where we can have a little privacy. Did you bring a dinner jacket?" "Of course." "Don't wear that. I want to be the first to wear that. How about a nice summer suit? Yes? Good, wear that. I will wear a silk frock and high heel sandals. Oh dear, I'm usually not this bossy. Do you mind." "Not at all, it's getting me in the mood." "Daniel, you don't have to be submissive just because you think it's a necessary part of the game." "Relax, I am. Now, go next door and change. I'll be here when you're ready." IV And I was completely sold. She was vivacious, and charming, and intelligent, and for God's sake, she looked like Aunt Bobbi. Her lack of inhibition was contagious and I fantasized about dancing with a suave, handsome gentleman, pressing my breasts into his chest with my head on his shoulder, feeling his cock hardening and my thighs becoming moist. In my fantasy, the gentleman looked something like me. I could hardly experience being this woman and not experience the whole gamut of sex with a man, me. I wanted to court this woman. I felt a bond waiting just below the surface. I wanted to experience her sensations and pleasure. A knock, the door opened and: "I'm here, what do you think?" She was wearing a knee-length red silk dress with a deep v neck that uncovered the space between her breasts, and gold stiletto heel sandals. Her lips, fingertips, and toenails were the same deep red. Gold bangles, gold chains around her neck, and gold hoops in her ears. She carried a gold clutch. She looked and smelled fantastic. I told her as much. "I tried to keep it simple. I hope you don't think I look too brazen. Unless this body has a memory of its own, you might not want to tackle these heels." I chuckled, "You forget, I've had some experience with heels." "The nails are extensions. I thought you might have fun with them." "I was so besotted the first time I saw you, I didn't even notice. They look very sexy. You look very sexy. You're setting the bar awfully high." "I'll be here to coach you if you're here for me. Like shaving, for example. You won't have to worry about that for a while; I was totally waxed at the salon. Stand up and let me look at you." I was wearing an off-white double-breasted linen suit. The stylist hated it but I like the double-breasted look, a pale blue silk shirt, yellow and blue paisley tie, blue socks and white suede loafers. "Oh, I love double-breasted suits. I think they look so elegant. I'll be sure to wear that too. Your sense of style is definitely your own but it suits you, and me. You look very handsome. Tell me, boxers or briefs." "Boxers, of course, minimally cut silk. It's almost as good as commando, but warmer. How about you?" She laughed, "Boy shorts, naturally, but very lacy. I find thongs uncomfortable, but you can find out for yourself. I'm not wearing any hose but I brought along a selection for you. And garter belts. I thought you'd like that. I'll take you to the boutique and buy you anything I may have missed. That would be fun." "Your legs look so smooth and tan, I might not bother with hose, or panties. How extensive was the waxing?" "Everything but a landing strip. Oh, try it all darling. You know, this conversation is starting to arouse me. How about you?" "Can't you tell?" I opened my jacket and the state of my arousal was evident. "Oh my, Is it uncomfortable? I really can't wait to find out for myself. Can I touch it?" "No, it is not exactly uncomfortable. Boxers, remember. And yes you can touch it. Tomorrow, as much as you like. Wouldn't you rather experience each other as ourselves as a climax to this week rather than the first chapter? To me, it adds more spice. I already know I don't want to lose you after the boat docks, and waiting adds mystery and anticipation." "You are a wise man, Mr. Harris. I think I love you already. Let's go to dinner and talk about fantasies." We were seated at a secluded table for two and ordered a bottle of champagne. I wasn't too concerned about becoming sleepy. I was afraid I'd be too keyed up to sleep at all. I sensed the same in Gwen. We both had received some admiring glances as we walked to the table and Gwen even winked at a gentleman sitting alone with a couple. "I think I just bagged your first romance, darling," she whispered. "Do you think he's your type?" "Well, if Gwen doesn't appeal to him, maybe Daniel will. Or maybe some combination of the five of us." "Tell me truthfully, have you ever had a homosexual lover?" "Never. I was never attracted to guys. I love women. I love everything about them. The way they look, the way they smell, the way they dress. So much so that I want to experience the feeling of being one. But blow jobs? I like getting but I'm not too sure about giving." "When I was still very much in love with my husband, I used to love sucking his cock until he came all over me. You know,'...the love you take is equal to the love you make.' I can't explain it any better than that. What about dressing up?" "There is a part of me that is a woman and she needs to express herself. When I was young it was fantasies in my mind. I'd imagine I was beautifully made up, wearing beautiful clothes, and making love with my latest heartthrob. But with a cock. When I realized my marriage was a bust, I started dressing when I was alone. After my divorce I got into it in a big way and at times I was fully dressed and made up whenever I was home alone. I eventually connected with the TG community and went to conferences and socials and even a therapist dressed as my alter ego, and stopped worrying about being made. It felt exhilarating. But ultimately it was unsatisfying because I'm too big and too masculine to pass, and it offends my aesthetic sense to be seen as a big, homely man in drag. It's very confusing. Working for the Mission has allowed me to focus my psychic energy in another direction and Thanopses apparently senses my duality and values me for it." "You're not homely, you're distinguished looking." "Thank you, my dear. But I'm not pretty and I look like a guy no matter what I'm wearing." "What about SRS?" "It's not about my cock. Or maybe it is. There's a lot I love about being myself as a man. I couldn't give up being Daniel. I couldn't give up walking into a room with a beautiful woman like you on my arm and dreaming of a successful seduction. It's about the things surgery can't really fix. I decided a long time ago to play the cards I was dealt. And right now, I feel like I'm holding a royal flush and you are the queen of hearts. What abut you? The champagne showed up and the sommelier fawned all over Gwen and poured. I lifted my flute, "To my partner in fantasy." We sipped. "I guess my story is a little like yours. I was the youngest of four children, the only girl. My mother was overjoyed when she finally had a daughter to raise and she smothered me with girlishness. I was very jealous of my brothers. It seemed they had all the fun and less of the discipline. They could get dirty when they played and got sympathy when they hurt themselves instead of a scolding for acting 'unladylike.' I much preferred what I imagined their rough camaraderie to be than the well-behaved, tea party, playing house games that were expected of me. I wanted to be a tom boy but my mother reined me in too tightly for me to ever express that side of me. She would hardly ever let me wear pants. She loved buying me frocks and little girl lingerie. So, I fantasized about being a boy, playing football, army games, Cowboys and Indians, you know. When I reached adolescence and got my period, and breasts, and all, I realized that I could hang out with the boys only if I behaved and dressed like a young woman. I just wanted to be one of the boys but they'd only accept me as a girl. Sounds silly, doesn't it. Well, one thing led to another and I became promiscuous in order to be accepted and got pregnant. The father could have been one of four different boys so I was packed off to a girl's home. I miscarried late in term and I was sent to a private school to complete my form. Fast forward through a wild young adulthood, a childless marriage to a good man who turned nasty when it looked like I'd never get pregnant again, an acrimonious divorce, years of unsatisfying affairs, along with a fairly routine job as a publicist for a football club which naturally required me to be smartly dressed and sexy in a conventional way. I can do that. I am that. I was ready to jump when the Mission showed up. And through all that time, I fantasized about being a man instead of an unfulfilled woman. I mentioned it to the interviewer and then forgot about it. I, too, had determined to play the hand I was dealt and perhaps you are the king of my heart. We picked at salads and appetizers. I wasn't very hungry and neither was Gwen. We chatted about our respective jobs at the Embassy and the London Consulate and the details of our recruitment. We both loved to read Science Fiction and had Amazon accounts and that's one of the sources from which the Fomalhaut hackers had compiled a list of names of potential recruits who might be open to the idea of participating in a Federation inspired conspiracy. Simple but effective. Of course, there was an extensive winnowing process, but there wasn't a scrap of data in the entire world that wasn't available to the Fomalhaut AI supra- computers: then, an interview conducted under the guise of marketing research, and finally, the revelation, and upon our acceptance, a trip up to the ship orbiting behind Mars for indoctrination, training, and physical reconditioning. Many people were eliminated along the way. "I know it's early but the sooner we go to sleep, the sooner tomorrow morning will arrive. Will I have to shave in the morning?" "I'm afraid you will. There's an electric along with the toiletries, but I always use an old fashioned razor with soap and a brush if I want to look sharp. Or wear makeup. What about my morning toilette?" "I'll remove my makeup before I go to sleep so you'll see the beast under the beauty when you look in the mirror. When you pee, remember to wipe from front to back. Just moisturize your face and put on a dab of lipstick and you'll be fine for breakfast. I won't remove all of the mascara and your brows won't need to be penciled. Easy enough?" "Your skin is so smooth and soft, I'm sure I'll see the beauty under beauty." "The tune-up did do wonders for my complexion and reversed somewhat the effects of gravity on my breasts. I hope you like them." "I do already. I need to button my jacket before we get up, if you know what I mean." "How often does that happen?" "All too often since my tune-up. I'm not complaining; it reminds me of when I was young. It's hard to believe that so many governments and religious groups are resisting the full benefits of Federation membership." "That's job security for us. Are you ready?" "As ready as I'll ever be." We got up and walked arm in arm out of the dining room. The pressure of Gwen's breast against my upper arm did nothing to ease my condition and she smiled wickedly at me. We arrived at our staterooms and faced each other. I embraced her and pressed my lips against hers. Her lips opened and I felt her tongue flicker against mine. I pushed deeper into her mouth and she sucked gently on my tongue and then opened her mouth. We released and she looked into my eyes and said, "To be continued tomorrow, my dear partner." We separated and with one backward glance entered our staterooms. I actually sighed like a love-struck teenager. I undressed and hung the suit in the closet and put my underwear, shirt and socks in a bag for the valet service to launder. I looked around the room to make sure everything was orderly and checked the toilet articles to make sure nothing was missing. I put a robe and slippers on the settee next to the bed. I wanted Gwen to wake up in a comfortable environment. The phone rang. I picked it up. "Hello." "Will you call me Daniel tomorrow?" "In public, if I can remember. But privately, you will always be Gwen." V Sunlight from the balcony woke me. I remembered, and looked around the room. It was a mirror image of the room I had gone to sleep in. This was Gwen's room. I slowly moved my hand up to my chest and my nails brushed against the underside of the sheet covering my body. The hand was not my hand, The fingers were smaller and the nails were obviously longer. I cupped my breast and it was a full woman's breast. I cupped the other breast with my other hand and gently squeezed the full nipples and a tingling shot from the nipples to someplace inside. Until that moment I hadn't totally believed that the switch would happen. It definitely had. I rubbed both nipples between my thumbs and index fingers and the tingling grew stronger. I felt my nails touching the skin on my breasts and that seemed to amplify the sensation. Slowly, I moved my right hand down my abdomen and felt a small patch of hair and then the labia. I ran my finger up and down their length and felt a new tingling to complement the one from my nipple. The labia swelled and moistened. I stopped. I don't know why but I just wasn't ready to take it any farther. I got out of bed and stood in front of the mirror. I was looking at Gwen but she/I looked slightly different than last night. It wasn't the lack of makeup. I thought I looked beautiful but different. And then I understood. I was seeing a mirror image of the woman I had watched so intently last night. A room and a face, both mirror images of ones I had seen the previous night. I needed to sit down. The toilet seemed handy and I sat and peed: such a common occurrence and it too was brand new. I carefully wiped from front to back and thought to myself, I really love my breasts and my vagina. I walked back to the bed and climbed in. Now I intended to do it. Once again I gently squeezed my left nipple with my left hand and became aroused at the sight of my red fingernails on my breast. I stroked the slit between my legs with my right hand and waves of pleasure flowed through my body. The labia swelled and opened and I fingered my vagina with one and then two fingers. The sensation was both localized in my vagina and coursed through my body. I found my clitoris with my left hand and diddled while I fingered in and out with my right. I must have been doing it right because my breathing became deeper and faster and I could hear myself moaning louder and louder. And then a wave of pure pleasure rolled over me. My back arched and my toes curled and I screamed, "oh my God!" and I gushed and spasmed for what seemed like an eternity but in reality was no more than a minute or so. I felt warm and satisfied like no other time in my life. Lucky girls. I didn't want to move from the bed. And then, a knock at the door. "Are you OK in there?" The voice sounded familiar. "Who is it?" "It's Gwen." I grabbed a flimsy robe from the settee next to the bed and put it on. It didn't really conceal anything. I ran to the door and opened it. This time both our mouths dropped open as we stared. I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the room and closed the door. The real David was a mirror image of the one I'd seen reflected all my life. Very strange. Gwen stared at me and looked puzzled. "Darling, I am not a mirror image but the real you in the flesh. What do you think?" I saw comprehension. "I think you shouldn't answer the door in that wrap without something on underneath it. Girl, you've got a lot to learn. Are you OK?" "Yes, I'm wonderful. I was conducting an experiment." "And it sounded like it was successful. Good girl. How long have you been awake?" "Maybe fifteen or twenty minutes." "You didn't waste any time. Any problem with the procedure?" "None. I did what seemed natural and it truly was marvelous. And I'm sure I didn't break anything. Thank you so much. How about you. Do like the way you feel? Have you touched it.?" "Well, I wasn't prepared to wake up with an erection and the urge to pee, and the logistics of peeing in that state sort of confused me. So, I tried to think virtuous thoughts until it subsided a little and I finally managed to pee, standing up, and I only missed a tiny bit. I'm quite proud of myself. I thought I'd let sleeping dogs lie, as it were, until I gained a little more mastery. But it did feel awfully nice, and I love being in this body. I feel so strong and my strides cover so much territory. And I sort of like the feeling of the stubble on my face, and the rumble of my voice. I figured out the mirror thing but still wasn't quite ready to see you like that, especially half naked. I've been up for about a half an hour. I rummaged through the suitcases and found these shorts and sandals and t shirt. And I brushed my teeth." "Hold that thought." I dashed into the bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth and walked back out. Gwen was standing on the balcony, looking out over the bow. I walked up to him and turned him around and said, "Please kiss me." We embraced and our lips met and opened. I sucked his tongue into my mouth and licked around his palate and along his teeth. Our tongues thrust and retreated in a serpentine dance. I finally released him. "So how do you like kissing a man?" "I like kissing you. I know it's you." I pulled him back into the room and said, "Now let me see your cock. I want to see if he's OK." I knelt before him and reached for the waistband of his shorts. I unbuttoned the shorts and pulled them down his legs. And there he was. I detected a stiffening, "Commando?" "I couldn't decide between boxers and briefs." His cock elevated 30 degrees. I grabbed it with two fingers and stroked gently back and forth and was rewarded by another 20 degrees of lift. I wrapped my entire hand around it and admired my red fingernails against the flesh of his cock. And I took the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked and lapped the underside of it with my tongue. And while I was doing that, I stroked back and forth with my hand. I took his entire cock in my mouth and felt the head enter my throat. He began to thrust in and out and I released his cock long enough to say "attaboy." I took his cock in again and sucked and licked as he thrust in and out He began to moan and his hips pumped three or four times in rapid succession . He spasmed and shot a huge load of cum in my mouth. He spasmed again and withdrew his cock from my mouth and shot another load in my face. It dripped in strands from my chin. "Don't swallow. Kiss me," he said, and we embraced again and I shared his cum while our tongues continued their dance. We made it to the bed and held our embrace. "Thank you darling, that was spectacular. I thought you weren't so keen on cock-sucking." "I had to do it. The thought of me in your body sucking you off in my body was just too delicious to pass up. Kinky and romantic. Now lie there and catch your breath. I'm calling the salon for an appointment this afternoon. I'm going to need it. This test drive is not close to being over." "You don't want to go ashore?" "Not today. Now hush and let me call." I went into the bathroom and cleaned the cum off my face and called the salon for an appointment. "Are you hungry? I can call and have something sent up." "I'm hungry for you. Come back to bed. I need to work on my manly skills. I seem to be recovering. Is that normal for you?" "Darling, there is nothing normal about what we're doing but if you feel aroused, I intend to take advantage of it." He was lying on his back, gingerly stroking his cock and I climbed on the bed and straddled him and said, "Make me wet." "Move closer to my face." I crept forward on my knees until I was poised directly over his head and flexed down on my legs. His tongue swept up and down my lips and darted in and out. That newly familiar sensation rolled through my body and I moaned. I backed up and poised myself over his cock and lowered as it plunged into my vagina. I rode him up and down, my breasts flopping wildly, faster and faster. He turned me over on my back and knelt between my legs which I rested on his shoulders. He entered me again and pumped in and out. I was in heaven. And again that wave of pure pleasure rolled through my body and my back arched and I gasped and felt his orgasm begin and then climax as well. I held that position as long as I could and then lowered my legs and pulled him down on top of me still holding his cock between my thighs. Neither of us said a word, we just held each other in our arms and gently kissed each others' lips. "Darling, I have a confession," he said, "All that talk of a sampler of girls and boys was me trying to get in the spirit of the occasion, to embolden us. I'm really not that kind of girl, er boy. I slept around when I was young and It brought me little pleasure. I have a vested interest in that body of yours and this cock will keep it more than busy enough." "Your possessiveness absolutely thrills me. When I looked at you in the mirror this morning, I knew I loved you, and looking at you now allows me to love myself in a way I never did before." "Will you have any regrets about switching back?" "None at all. I'll welcome it. I want to be with you as a man. We are the king and queen of hearts and I'm not quite done playing the queen. I want to play dress up and walk arm in arm with you, and press my breasts into you until I feel that bulge in your pants." "I will have you as my man if you like. But first, I will have you as my woman. I want to savor this experience I've dreamt about for years. I love the feeling of strength and size and am ready to tackle boxers vs. briefs. And have my first shave. I seem to have irritated your face with my stubble. You'll have to moisturize thoroughly." "I guess we ought to get started. You'll want to shower before you shave. Let's go to your room. You can shower and I'll set you up for a shave and I'll watch you get dressed and then we can come back here and do me. Oh wow, I feel something dripping down my leg. Do I need to douche or something?" "No. Put these baby doll pajamas on under that robe and enjoy the sensation of a woman full of love. The valet can have them laundered. It won't be the first cum stained nightie they've encountered." I did as she said and felt very sexy in my outfit: a little risque but acceptable to dash next door into my lover's stateroom. Gwen put his shorts back on and gave me another short embrace. I felt small and it suited me. "Here, try these mules. They're very tarty." I slipped my feet into a pair of marabou trimmed, wedge heel slippers and admired myself in the mirror. "Do you generally wear this kind of outfit at home?" "No, but I would gladly if you were there and it made you happy. It's fun wearing sexy items for a special person, don't you think?" What could I say but yes. The sheer fabric of the nightie wouldn't allow me to forget my nipples. I had been fucked and sucked and diddled and cum was streaming into my panties. This vacation had definitely started on the right note. We went next door and Gwen showered while I rounded up my old fashioned safety razor, shaving mug and brush. Wrapped in a towel, he lathered up and carefully shaved his face and neck according to my instructions and finished with a splash of witch hazel. He gently touched his face and neck and said, "This feels great, I don't know why men complain so much about shaving. A waxing, now that's painful." "Right, but you don't get waxed every day of your adult life. It's a tedious necessity. Men have to have something to complain about. Don't forget to dab on some of that stick deodorant. Do you want to wear a scent? "No, I like the fragrance of the witch hazel. It's very masculine." "Have you thought about what you're going to wear? I'd like to get something to eat and then explore the ship." "Sounds good. I'll let you be my fashion maven and I'll be yours." "There's a pair of very expensive faded denim jeans that will look smart with a cotton polo shirt, crew socks, and brown tassel loafers. And the tan leather belt with a large brass buckle." "Whatever you say, dear, Do I sound like a dutiful husband?" I gave him a peck on the cheek. "I'll keep you looking like a hunk, sweetheart. Now get dressed." Against my advice, he chose nylon bikini briefs the stylist had insisted upon including. He looked terrific. I'd had my hair cut and styled during the whirlwind shopping trip and with a fresh shave and youngish designer clothes, he did look young, healthy and prosperous. I made a mental note to be wary of excessive narcissism. With the mirror image flip-flop he looked like me but not exactly, and I was somehow pleased with that too. "Now it's my turn." We went back to my stateroom and I gladly shed my soiled panties and nightie and took a brisk hot shower. I seemed to have stopped leaking and thoroughly washed those parts. He had laid out a pair of pink lace panties, a pink under-wire lace bra, a denim mini skirt, a white camisole and heeled thong sandals. I dressed and applied a minimum of makeup and pink lipstick under his careful supervision. And we were ready to go. VI And that first day set the pattern for our week on MV Majesty. We'd sleep in either of the rooms, in each others' embrace, make love in the morning, and dress each other in whatever casual outfit came to hand for the day's activity. We went ashore several times and played tourist. If we were on the boat, I went to the spa and salon for beauty treatments and hair styles. I changed the color of my nails each time. Gwen went to the gym and lifted weights, and performed other macho activities, and seemed delighted to work up a healthy sweat. I tried on a Brazilian bikini in the boutique and the thong immediately disappeared between my lips. I had second thoughts and put it back on the rack. I believe I would have felt less exposed wearing nothing. We dressed carefully for dinner. I wore beautiful frocks and gowns with sexy lingerie and on one occasion, old-fashioned garters and hose, and of course, designer heels, jewelry and scent. I especially liked wearing sheer pantyhose with no panties underneath or in the longer gowns, nothing but an application of moisturizer. I loved exposing my cleavage in fashions with extreme decolletage. It amused me to watch mens' eyes shift back and forth from my face to my breasts. I remembered doing it myself and the embarrassment when I was caught. Gwen subtly encouraged me to flaunt myself and I sensed that he felt narcissistic pleasure when I did so. I had supplied him with a dinner jacket and a cashmere sport jacket, and several other linen and silk suits. He wore them all superbly. I was aware of my own narcissistic feelings and tried to accept them and move on. We looked spectacular together. One additional item of our wardrobes showed up the third day. After our lovemaking, he gave me a small box. I opened it. It was a gold wedding band. "Will you wear it? I have the mate." "Let me have it," He opened the drawer in the nightstand and handed me a box. I removed the ring and slid it onto the third finger of his left hand. I handed him the box containing my ring and held out my left hand. It slipped on effortlessly. "I was able to have mine sized on the spot, and of course, I already knew your ring size. It's part of the costume. You can take it off any time you want." "I'll leave it on." "And so will I." As we came to the end of the week, the costume party aspect became less important than the relationship we had forged. I was impatient to be Daniel again, with Gwen in my arms. The uniqueness of this experience had drawn us so close that we hardly knew where one of us stopped and the other began. The last night, we picked at our dinners and ran back to my stateroom. We shared a glass of cognac and got in bed, lying side by side, holding hands. VII Sunlight from the balcony. Without even thinking, I grabbed for my cock. Ahhh. Welcome back, old friend. I turned to my side. Gwen's eyelids fluttered and opened. She looked at me and slid her hand across my chest. "It's you, and I must be me. Daniel, I am so happy to call you Daniel and have it be you. Say my name." "Gwen. I love you, Gwen." I am not about to describe the particulars of our lovemaking that morning. What we did, millions of humans have done. Very special to us, but certainly not unique. I'll leave it at that. I asked her what I should wear that day and she suggested the faded jeans and polo shirt. "I had them laundered along with the denim mini and camisole." "And the pink lace panties?" "Yes. I hope I can keep from flashing them better than you did. You didn't catch me laughing, did you.?" "I thought you were laughing because those ridiculous bikini briefs kept creeping up your butt." "You were right. Boxers are way more comfortable." "As are pantyhose. Garters and hose don't seem particularly secure. Sometimes sexiness has to give way to comfort." "What a wonderful gift this week has been. I feel like you're my second self." We packed, said our farewells, tipped the crew, and followed a boy pushing our luggage on a cart down to the dock. The chauffeur loaded it, and us, into the Mercedes and off we went. We had decided together that Gwen would request a transfer to the Embassy. We would be together soon. The chauffeur mentioned something about a short meeting in the Consul's office and we went up together. There were two Fomalhautese amazons standing in the office. I recognized Thanopses. She came forward and took both of my hands. "Daniel, it's so good to see you." "Yes, it's good to see you too. So much has happened in the last week, it seems much longer." "And you must be Gwen. How are you, my dear?" "Thanks to you, I'm absolutely smashing. I don't know how to thank you," "I'm sure I'll be able to think of something. Daniel, this is Phyriza, the London Consul and Gwen's supervisor "Hello Daniel. Hello Gwen. You look radiant. Your vacation was pleasant?" "I can't begin to tell you." "We are here," Thanopses said, "because we have a proposition for you, and if you agree we can get the ball rolling immediately. We have been asked by our superiors to send a delegation of humans to the Meeting Star. This delegation will consist of several heads of state and their staffs and Phyriza will accompany them. She needs you to chaperone and ride herd on them as her deputies. The trip itself shouldn't take more than several Earth months and is the logical next step up the ladder in the Diplomatic Service for the two of you. Your titles will be Chief Attache and Assistant Attache. You can decide which is which. You two have developed a workable friendship, I assume." Her eyes twinkled with amusement. "The delegation will have their staffs to keep them amused, and you can amuse each other. And of course, Phyriza will have all of you to keep her amused. We like everyone to have a good time. Is that satisfactory? Do you accept?" "Yes!" "Yes!!" "One other thing. We would like to train you as a team and employ you as a team. Your duties might take you off planet and we believe being together will enhance your well-being and stability. Humans seem to do better in pair-bonds and your little vacation was designed to foster just such a bond in two of our most promising human candidates. I hope you don't resent us tinkering with your lives. It seems to have worked out. Take your vacation clothes with you on the shuttle. I'm sending you up to the ship for training and some additions to your physiological profiles: additional anti-aging, some deep space prophylaxis and nano computer chips for language accessibility and some other things the Med section thinks you need. And you Gwen, my dear, will receive our latest contraception chip which you can turn off if you wish to get pregnant. "You mean I can have a baby? I haven't been able to get pregnant since I was a teenager." "You didn't know?. I saw on your records that you had requested contraception for the trip. Just being doubly sure since your periods had returned. Am I right? Yes, there was some minor irregularity that was corrected. I am truly sorry that you weren't informed. It's an inexcusable oversight. I will speak to your physical evaluator. I may have to send her home. Or maybe just give her a time-out. We might look like goddesses but we are not infallible. You both will receive another chip which will allow you to switch bodies voluntarily any time you like. It may assist in your work or just add a little spice and understanding to your friendship. Or maybe even ease the discomfort of a pregnancy. How do you feel about that, Daniel?" "I would do anything for Gwen. She's the Chief Attache." Well, Let me know how it works out. Now off with you. You'll receive ships clothing and other items when you get up there and your vacation wardrobes may come in handy down the road. I have to train a new assistant and put together the delegation. You two are like children to me and I love you both very much, at least as much as an alien creature with sixteen appendages and two cylindrical heads can. VIII Thanopses never kept anyone waiting outside her office. If you had a 10 o'clock appointment, you would be shown in exactly at 10. We arrived at the stroke of ten and were immediately shown into her office. "Daniel, Gwen, it's so good to see you." She crossed the room in two or three enormous strides and embraced me, burying my head in her bosom. "And Gwen, you look wonderful. Give me a kiss." No polite kiss-kiss in the air next to Gwen's ear for Thanopses. She planted a big smack on Gwen's mouth. Gwen teetered on her heels and recovered, "It's good to see you too Thanopses. When you kiss me like that, I feel like a little girl being kissed by her mother. But kind of sexy, too." "I'm glad you liked it. Perhaps next time, I'll give you a little tongue." Thanopses had sure loosened up since the last time we saw her, although she had always been affectionate and physical. "I received glowing reports about you two from Phyriza and several other of my colleagues at the Meeting Star. They highly approve of my enlistment of you into the Diplomatic Corps and would be glad to work with you again in the future. You have been elevated to the ranks of First and Second Secretaries, and posted to this Embassy. Who wants to be First Secretary?" "Let Gwen be the First," I said, "She has a bossy streak." "And you love it, don't you." Gwen said. "Yes dear." I had encouraged Gwen to be aggressive in our lovemaking, especially on those occasions when we were inhabiting each others bodies. Gwen carefully chose my wardrobe when I was her, as did I hers, and supervised every detail of hair and makeup. She knew what I liked. The element of narcissism in our relationship didn't seem at all unsavory to us. "Let's get down to business, shall we. I must go back to Fomalhaut for a short while. My beta female wife is showing signs of estrus and I must join with her, my other two wives, and my husband to conjugate. Unlike humans, this happens infrequently and no opportunity to conceive is ignored. My particular female gender, alpha, does not carry the fetus. Eventually, my husband will carry it to term. Ordinarily, one of the other Fomalhautese Members attached to the Mission would become Charge d'affairs while I traveled back home in this body, assumed my natural form, and conjugated. However, we are short-handed and all of the other Members are presently engaged in projects of their own. Luckily, my schedule is quite light: several speaking engagements, ribbon-cuttings, and social events. Therefore, we will go to plan B. I will leave this body here and send only my consciousness and memories back in a travel module. One of you two will become Thanopses when she needs to show up at a function. It's really quite simple and I'll be back soon. I rather like the idea of one or the other of you being me; it will bring us so much closer. What about you, Daniel, wouldn't you like to get into my robes?" She actually giggled for the first time I could remember. Maybe the thought of conjugating was making her giddy. "And you Gwen, I know you like to feel big and strong." Thanopses drew herself up to her full six and a half feet and squared her shoulders and thrust her amazing breasts out and smoothed her robe down over her Amazonian buttocks and thigh. "I've been looking forward to the opportunity of becoming, well, more intimate with you two. This little masquerade ought to help break the ice, and when I return, we can have so much fun together, the three of us. I really hope you say yes. I assure you there is nothing in the Service's code of ethics that discourages intimacies between serving members and their superiors. On the contrary, it is an intrinsic part of our sub-culture." Wow. A menage a trois with a goddess. I looked at Gwen. She smiled and nodded her head up and down. "Well," I said, "the First Secretary is in favor and I wouldn't dare disagree with either of you." "Wonderful!" Thanopses gathered both of us in her arms and hugged us to her bosom. She kissed me and thrust her tongue deep into my mouth, and then did the same to Gwen. She released Gwen and brought her arm around in front and cupped Gwen's breast and pinched her nipple. She dropped her other hand down to my behind and cupped my buttocks and drew me closer to her and pressed my cock into her thigh. "Oh, I've so missed the intimacy of family. I love you both very much. I guessed that Fomalhautese families didn't sit around in the den playing video games. "After I leave, my body will be lying on a couch downstairs in a room that can only be accessed by your retinal images. If one of you is to be me, just lie on the other couch and your consciousness and memories will be transferred. A body lying on one of those couches will be maintained automatically by the room and will receive regular physical profile upgrades as they become available. Have some fun with me. You don't have to wait for a scheduled appearance. My assistant, Steven, has been fully briefed and will coordinate your appearances. He is just a little miffed that he wasn't selected for the job but he is a dear and very loyal. Be sure to be affectionate with him, you know, an occasional pat on the behind, or a sweet little kiss. I'm really looking forward to this trip. I love my wives and my husband and I miss them. We do have fantastic sex, with all sixty-four appendages moving at once. See you in a month." With that she gave us each another deep kiss, and strode out of the room. IX Gwen and I were in our quarters. I was monitoring the results of one of the Missions projects on my networked computer. We had been buying up armaments and weaponry around the globe and destroying them, as well as manipulating arms manufacturers into bankruptcy. It seemed to be working. The overall level of firearm violence and armed conflict in the world was steadily declining. Another triumph for the feminine spirit. "Sweetheart, can you tear yourself away from that and play with me?" "Of course. What game do you want to play.?" "A new one. It goes like this. You and I will switch bodies and then you will go down and enter Thanopses and come back here to me and let me adore your magnificent breasts and belly and everything else. And then, when I'm spent, I'll go down and enter myself and come back up and do it all over again. And give your poor body a chance to recover." "I fail to see the diplomatic necessity." "Oh pooh! She specifically instructed us to have fun. Doesn't that sound like fun?" It did sound like fun. Thanopses had only been gone since yesterday and I was eagerly anticipating both the opportunity of experiencing being her and loving her with my own sweet Gwen at her controls. But Gwen had one- upped me, and I knew she'd hit the bulls-eye. I logged off. "Let's get started." I stood and she walked over to me. She felt the front of my pants. "Ah. The idea does appeal to you?just hold that thought." We entered the room and saw Thanopses outstretched on a couch, wearing a flimsy chemise. Her breasts did not collapse on her chest but retained their shape. Through the thin material of her chemise I could see large, pink areolae and nipples as big as the end of my thumb, Gwen's thumb, that is. We had activated our nano chips and switched and then bathed each other before coming down here. I reclined on the empty couch, and blinked, and I was still a female, but on a grander scale. Gwen was leaning over me, cupping my breasts in his hands and diddling my nipples with his index fingers. I purred with pleasure. "You there, darling?" he said. "Oh yes." I sat up and then stood. The weight of my breasts was noticeably greater than that of Gwen's and I slowly rotated the upper part of my body to feel them swing back and forth. Mass and inertia. I was looking out from a greater height than I was accustomed to, and I sensed my reach and stride were greater too. This must be what Gwen experienced as me. I actually liked feeling small when I was Gwen but I felt comfortable in Thanopses' statuesque form. "Let me dress you." He draped several gauzy robes across my shoulders and around my torso, and fastened a sash under my bust. He placed several gold chains around my neck and slipped jeweled sandals on my feet. We walked out through the door, which closed behind us, and down the hall. The robes swirled and parted and closed again around my legs. My hips and behind swayed in a long double arc. My breasts swayed in rhythm with my hips. I thought of the Shakespeare metaphor of a galleon with full sails running before the wind. I acknowledged several humans warmly as we proceeded down the hall to our quarters. We entered, and I sat on a padded bench. Gwen wasted no time. He knelt before me and removed my sandals, and parted my robes to the waist. He raised the hem of my chemise up to my belly and lowered his face between my thighs. He licked up one side and down the other, and then reversed. He thrust his tongue between my lips and up to my clitoris, and nibbled at it and then repeated the process. The power of my sensation was greater than that I had felt as Gwen and I shuddered and moaned. He inserted three fingers into my vagina and continued to nibble and lick my clitoris. I panted and squirmed and my juices began to flow and I orgasmed and clenched his head between my thighs. Warmth spread through my body. I released his head and he stood and kissed my lips and chuckled." "So, Thanopses is not a screamer, like Gwen." "Apparently not. At least this time. I'm wondering how the Gwen inside you felt about being so intimate with this formidable vulva." "It was an experience I will treasure. The scent of you musk was so strong I almost fainted. I love your pussy, all of it. But I hope you don't think we're finished. Let's continue in the bedroom." We went to the bed room and got in bed. He mounted me from the front, from the rear, and lying on top of me, any way my considerable mass gave him an anchor to lunge against or support him. I was so afraid of hurting him. I climaxed several more times and he finally allowed himself to come, buried deep inside me, lying between my legs. He withdrew and lay upon my breast. I could feel our commingled fluids draining out of me onto the bed. "God, you're a magnificent beast, but a lot of work. I'm going downstairs and return as Gwen." "No, I'll go. I'm sated. I'll clean up and go down and fetch Gwen and return and we can switch back to our real selves and spend a quiet afternoon together." "Yes dear." "Hey, that's my line." X And that was the last time I inhabited the body of Thanopses as part of our lovemaking. Oh, I showed up at a speaking engagement and cut the ribbon at a solar-tidal energy station as her, but making love in that hu