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This is the first story I've written in a while. I have started several
stories, but put them on the back burner because I just can't find a
good ending for them. I always want to get a story 'just right'.
Anyway, here's my latest installment. There is really no TG or cross
dressing in it, but I feel it belongs in the genre in a weird sort of
way. I hope you like it.
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He was a stallion, and she rode him hard. He did not disappoint her; he
was giving her everything he had and then some, and it was all she could
do to hold on. All her senses were alive and on fire. She could feel
his sweat, smell his musk, and feel the brute strength raging through
his body. She felt more alive than ever before in her life, totally
enraptured by the moment. Harder and harder, faster and faster. She
saw it coming, and she held on for all she was worth. And then in an
instant he exploded into a clearing.
But she spurred him on, and still he did not disappoint. Now they were
out in open country he could really let loose. The stallion's mane was
stiff in the wind blowing through it as was the young lady's golden mane
of hair. She could feel it, her mid-back length hair blowing back in
the breeze tugging at her head. The mid-day sun warmed her through her
dress as it too was billowing in the wind caused by the stallion's full
gallop.
She could feel her breasts. They were not large breasts, and even
though they were held down by a bra, they still enjoyed the motion of
the stallion. And the harder he galloped, the more her crotch ground
into the saddle.
Indeed, the ride was stimulating ALL her senses.
In time, they found themselves on a tall cliff overlooking the ocean.
She had dismounted him and was letting him graze as she took in the
picturesque sight. Off in the distance to her left was a tall white
lighthouse with a red roof and to her right the craggy coast went on
seemingly forever. She stood there, bare footed, with her toes just
barely creeping over the edge of the cliff. Although she felt a twinge
of anxiety, she knew she could not fall.
She stretched her arms out as wide as she could as if she were trying to
pull her body in separate directions, simultaneously taking in the fresh
ocean air. It was exhilarating. She brought her arms in and crossed
them across her chest; eyes closed, taking in the moment.
Arms crossed across her chest ? across her breasts. They felt good.
Bringing her arms in a tad bit tighter, she felt her breasts. Eyes
still closed, she began to take stock of her breasts. They were exactly
what she wanted; what she hoped for. They were perky ?B? cup breasts,
just enough to get a handful, but not overbearing; the perfect breasts
in her opinion.
Her dress still billowed in the soft ocean breeze, and it too felt very
nice. It was a simple sun dress that was light and airy on her skin.
Her hands let loose of her breasts to enjoy the fabric of the dress. It
was so light and comfortable on her. For a moment she was saddened at
the thought that she had never been able to enjoy wearing such a dress
until now. She ran her hands down the fabric, smoothing it out until
she reached her legs.
Bringing her hands into the middle, she felt her sex. And as everything
else this day, it was perfect; smooth, no bulge at all, tight and
hairless. It pleasured her to feel it. But it was only a partial
enjoyment. She could do no more than feel the emptiness that was there.
To explore further would be pointless. Her body would not know how to
react to true sexual stimulation to this part of the body, and therefore
she would have to be satisfied with it feeling right on the outside.
She stood on the cliff overlooking the ocean. Eyes closed, she let her
senses take in every bit of where she was. The sea, the sun, the smell?
The day was almost over, and it had been the most wonderful, most
perfect, day of her life.
Charles opened his eyes and found himself looking into the eyes of the
very pretty medical assistant tending to him. Once the synaptic cross-
feed was disconnected, Charles returned to consciousness instantly,
which had been the case for every patient since the synaptic cross-feed
had been invented a mere three years earlier.
The medical assistant informed Charles that this session had depleted
his 3,000 credits, and that further sessions would require that he
deposit more credits into his account. Charles thanked her, and
promised he would schedule future visits once funds were available. On
that note, Charles got up and headed out the door.
Elise just smiled and waved at him as he headed out the door. As she
sat there cleaning up her equipment for the next person, she thought to
herself: ?Another happy customer?, or at least hoped. She knew this
technology was wonderful in that it gave people a taste of something
they could only dream of, but it could only be a fleeting taste, which
if not handled carefully could drive people towards addiction or
insanity.
A-hem!
Elise looked up and saw a Marcus, her 4 o?clock appointment, sitting
across from her. She apologized for being inattentive, and reached out
to shake the young man?s hand. As this was Marcus?s first visit, she
began to explain the procedure to him in detail to alleviate any
misunderstanding, or worse yet, fears.
She told him that the technology they were using in the office today was
called a ?synaptic cross-feed?. Essentially, it works kind of like a
doctor?s electro-shock paddles. Three sensors are placed on your head;
two on the scalp that require us to shave out a small patch of hair for
good connection, and the third in the ear. They each sense and apply a
small amount of voltage and frequencies. What they do is they sense the
brains electric impulses and frequencies, and then attempt to match
them. Once matched, they retune the voltages and frequencies and send
them back - Kind of like retuning the brain. When the impulses and
frequencies are matched and tuned, the brain becomes highly susceptible
to a thought or idea, and as long as the impulses and frequencies stay
matched, the brain creates and maintains its own reality based on those
thoughts.
At this point in her consultation, most customers expressed concern, and
Marcus was no different. ?So you are brainwashing me, is that it? he
asked. ?You stick a thought in my head? What?s to keep you from doing
something crazy like making me rob a bank? Has the military gotten its
hands on this device yet? I bet they could do some crazy stuff with
it.?
Elise just smiled and explained that he was not the first and surely
won?t be the last with these concerns, and many many more.
She assured him that his fears were unwarranted. First off, everything
happened only within the customer?s head. Think of it as dreaming; just
the most intense realistic dream you will ever have. Second, no
thoughts can or will be inserted into the customer?s mind. The brain
only grabs hold of a vivid thought and makes it reality. Lastly, and
most important, if you are uncomfortable, or having an experience you
are not enjoying, those negative emotions send out a synaptic impulse
that actually disrupts the cross-feed, and brings you out instantly.
Therefore, it has little to no military, legal, or penal implications.
In the two years this company has been in operation, there have been
absolutely no adverse side effects or reactions to the procedure. Once
the sensors are removed, you wake up; it is as simple as that.
Elise went on to answer the rest of Marcus?s questions, and in the end,
as with most customers, he felt he might be willing to give it a go.
She then told the gentleman that he would have to purchase credits for
the service. He would be charged credits for amounts of time using
their service. Plans ranged from minutes to hours, to monthly and
yearly rates.
Pleased with what he was hearing, Marcus informed her that he would like
to purchase some credits and make an appointment. She told him that the
earliest appointment she had was 2:30 pm for one hour on Thursday, two
weeks from now. He asked if she had anything sooner, and she said
unfortunately not; they tended to be pretty booked. Marcus smiled,
thanked her, paid his credits, made his appointment, and headed out the
door promising to be back in two weeks.
While she had been talking with Marcus, Elise noticed her next
appointment had arrived, and was patiently waiting, reading a magazine.
Elise quickly finished up the paperwork for Marcus and filed it in the
appropriate spot. She then waved at Christopher, her next appointment,
and told him to come on back and that she had a treatment chair waiting
for him.
The treatment chairs were simply barbershop chairs that could recline.
Christopher sat down, and Elise laid him back and asked if he was
comfortable, which he responded to the affirmative. Christopher had
been in for treatment a couple times previously, so he knew the
procedure, and Elise didn?t need to explain anything to him.
First she shaved a spot about one inch round, about two inched above his
right eyebrow. Second, she shaved a similar circle at the base of his
skull behind his left ear. She then placed the sensors in the two
spots, as well as an earpiece in his right ear. All three sensors were
attached to a small box on her counter.
She asked Christopher if he was going to tell here where he was going
today. He grinned and simply said it involved bikinis, and they both
laughed. Elise then told him that even though he has done this before,
she wanted to make sure that he had had a clear unambiguous thought; the
clearer the thought, the better the experience. Formulate every detail,
and when you are ready, just let me know.
Christopher laid back and closed his eyes. In his mind he thought hard
about where he wanted to go, what he wanted to experience, and what he
wanted to be. When he felt it was all as it should be, he said, ?Ready
Elise.?
Elise flipped the switch on her device. A light on the device changed
from red to yellow. She watched as Christopher?s body indicated he was
falling into a more relaxed state. After about 45 seconds, the light on
the box changed to green. Elise saw a slight twitch in his eyes
indicating that he had entered into a REM state, and the cross-feed had
kicked in.
The young lady stood at the end of a 30-foot high-dive. Her hair went
straight down her back with no movement at all. She was soaked head to
toe from just getting out of the pool, but her makeup was still perfect
on her beautiful face. Her one piece bathing suit hugged every curve of
her perfect body. She stood at the end of the platform. She could see
the judges table, eager to evaluate her next dive. She steadied her
nerves, and dove?
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