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Being Troy / Jennifer - "Jennifer- come on," Mack was pulling at his arm, urging him at a whisper to move, "you have to get up- we need to get out of here." "What happened?" Troy asked trying to raise his hands, but he felt all wrong, exhausted and weird all at the same time. "I don't know; I just woke up. There is something in the house, we have to get out of here," he was pulling at him again. Troy rolled onto his side, feeling very strange and off balance and sore like he had never been- he stopped and looked, touching his face- his glasses were missing? But he could clearly see- well it was shadowy, but it was not blurry, what scared him was that he was looking through long hair. "Wha-? Wha-" his voice was off, higher, odd sounding, as his hand touched his neck he felt something on his chest touching his forearm, he felt the weight of them and the arm pressed against what he knew was on his chest. He looked down and saw that he was wearing a tank top under a flannel shirt, and he had two massive breasts peaking out from inside the top. He jerked back! Scrambling on all four limbs, hitting a wall with his back, yelling- "oh, shit, oh shit," as he moved. Mack grabbed him and put his hand over his mouth- "there is something in the house, you have to be quiet," Mack hissed at him, "just be quiet." "I..." Troy was looking at him confused and scared. "Come on, Baby, we have to go," Mack pulled him to his feet. Troy looked down at himself, confused and scared- "wait-" he whispered pulling back, "just wait." Mack looked at him. Troy pulled his hand free then looked down at himself- "I am not Jennifer," he whispered to Mack. "What-?" "I'm Tr-" There was a bump and a scrap outside the room. For the first time Troy realized they were in an old ruined study, cobweb and dust covered, dirty and musty. "Whoever you are, we have to go," Mack pulled at his arm and they ran for the window. Something tried to open the door. Mack tried to lift the window, but it did not budge so he grabbed the nearest chair. Troy went for the door, grabbing a chair and shoved it under the wiggling door handle, wedging it while Mack cleared the glass, pulled down an old musty and dusty drape and shoving that through the window so they would not get cut up going out the window. Troy looked down at himself, touching breasts- he knew there was two layers of cloth between hands and breasts- tank top and bra. It was unfathomable to him as to how he had gotten into Jennifer's body, but he knew survival had to take president over solving the mystery. Who ever was on the other side of the door slammed into it cracking the door jam. "Come on," Mack urged him. "My body is in this house-" "Yes, and it needs to get out of here," Mack urged him again. Troy hurried to the window and with Mack's help crawled out and dropped down eight or so feet. The heavy oak door broke from the frame on the third impact. Mack crawled out and dropped just as something grabbed at his hands. Troy grabbed him. They were both yelling and pulling and- It was a creature like Frankenstein's monster- unhealed stitched over wounds that could have attached a head to a body, a misshapened, ill sized arm on one side of its body, white teeth with copper braces, a wound in its shoulder that looked like a chair leg or a sword or something had gone through it, a work shirt- tattered and torn covered a jigsaw of stitched wounds, it was the single most terrifying thing that Troy had ever seen. As soon as Mack was free of its grabbing they got up from where they had fallen and they ran, sprinting into the tree line that surrounded the house. Troy felt his boobs bouncing this way and that inside the bra he wore, but at that moment he did not care because he was running for his life. "Jennifer, slow down," Mack caught him, "slow down-" He wrapped his arms around Troy and pulled him to a stop, Mack backed into a tree and held Troy. Troy pushed back- "It's me- it's okay, its Mack," he said hugging Troy then he kissed Troy's forehead, touching his face- Troy pushed back- "stop- don't kiss me, you fucking perv." "What-?" "I am not Jennifer," Troy was still panting and trying to keep his voice down. In the distance they could still see the house through the trees and the shadowy darkness of the full moon. "What-?" "I am Troy, I am your friend, Troy," Troy told him pulling back from him, looking down at a girl's body, "I am a guy, I.... I am in Jennifer's body- Jennifer Tuttle's body," he backed against a tree and slid down it, crying and shaking. "What-?" Mack knelt down. "I am Troy, I.... I was with Amy, we were on the front porch, you and Jennifer went around the side and that is the last I remember, then I woke up in the study with you and that thing," Troy was shaking, tears running down Jennifer's cheeks. "How is that possible?" he asked touching Troy's cheek but Troy pulled back. "Baby-?" "God, Mack- listen to me, I am not Jennifer, I am Troy- you remember when you were twelve and you slept at my house, and you wet the bed? Remember that? I promised not to tell anyone," Troy told him, "you remember when we went swimming in the creek this summer and I fell into that brush and you pulled a thorn out of the cheek of my ass?" "How is th- no, you are punkin' me-" They both heard the door open and turned and saw the figure- large and shambling towards them. "We have to go," Mack pulled him to his feet. "My body is in there," Troy said pulling Mack to an almost stop, reluctantly he followed after Mack. "And my shotgun is in my bedroom closet with a couple boxes of 00 buck," Mack said pulling Troy along, "you can live like that for a while or get caught by that thing and find out what it wants to do to you." That was enough to encourage Troy to run. He vowed to return to the house to get his body back before dawn. They ran, going through the trees, always keeping the house in sight, the creature did not know where they were until they moved, so they stopped and waited against a tree, trying to get their breathing under control while the creature looked for movement and listened for sound. Troy looked at his hands then at Jennifer's breasts- they were big- DD cups- so Amy had told him, at five foot three and a hundred ten pounds Jennifer was a little top heavy, but Troy had seen her Mom and Grandma and knew why. She had bloomed at sixteen from flat nothing to carrying D cups every boy in high school had stared at in one summer. By the following year she was up to DD and Mack had landed what half the boys at school wanted. Slowly Troy touched her breasts, pressing them together. Mack moved in to kiss him, but Troy pulled back again- "stop that," Troy whispered at Mack, but Mack grabbed him and kissed him- Troy kneed him, shoving him back- "Not cool." The creature was coming towards them- "oh, shit," Troy grabbed Mack's arm and pulled him along. "That hurt," Mack stumbled along, "why did you do that?" "You tried to kiss me," Troy said looking back. Whatever it was, was a hundred or so feet back and for the first time- gaining. "Take my keys, get to the truck, get it started," Mack urged him and Troy did as he was told, running all out through the trees and over things, always keeping the house within sight. Jennifer did a lot of Yoga- her Mom was an instructor, and Jennifer was in great shape because of it. Troy made it to the mouth of the property, there was a birm; some one had pushed the dirt from the road up into a six-foot high road blocking berm, over grown with brush and weeds. Mack had a thirty-year-old GMC step side with a short bed that he and his father had rebuilt over the last five years. Quicker because he saw the truck Troy moved up on it, climbed onto the running board and pulled open the door. The truck came to life when he turned the key in the ignition. Troy threw it into reverse cranking the wheel took all of Jennifer's strength then he backed up, turning the wheel when he was in a ninety degree position from where he started, then he cranked the wheel the other way and flipped on the brights. Mack was running at the side panel of the truck with the creature just fifty feet behind him, but Mack was running better, faster, and starting to leave the creature behind. "Come on!" Troy yelled starting the truck rolling to get onto the gravel road off the turn out. Mack leaped onto the road over a fallen log and grabbed the side of his truck, feet on the running board. In the driver's seat Troy had not pulled the seat forward so he was having to really reach with Jennifer's short legs. They accelerated away from the scene throwing dirt and gravel at the creature. Mack held onto the outside of the truck looking back at the creature- "what did we find?" he wondered aloud. * They pulled to a stop in the middle of the over grown gravel road, so Troy could slide across to the passenger's seat and so Mack could get into the driver's seat. He put it in gear and started rolling fore ward at about twenty miles per hour as they buckled up. The creature was over a mile back they hoped. "Am I being punked? Is this a fuckin' joke, cause it is not funny," Mack snapped at him. "I wish it was," Troy said looking down at himself, "I am really in Jennifer's body- how can this be?" They rolled over a mass of brush and a small dry tree fall without incident. "Wait- you are saying that you are Troy- Troy Norris?" Troy gave him a very positive nod- "I don't know how." "Five-ten, curly brown hair, glasses?" Mack described what he normally looked like. "That is me," Troy said looking down again, "we have to go back." "We go back we have to fight that thing," Mack said dreading the idea of fighting that thing. He had been in many scraps- fight club stuff he and Troy had done with other guys from school. Mack brought them around a wide turn, down into a gully wash and back out. "Tell me about.... the last time we went bear hunting," Mack was testing him. "The last time that we got a bear or the last time we went?" "Last hunt of the season," Mack answered. "Your Dad took us to a whore house," Troy answered, "tried to get us to hook up with those ugly, fat chicks. You and I ended up sitting on the tail gate watching the moon with Tina half the night." "She did what-?" "She offered us both blow jobs," Troy said pulling away from the brush that scratched along the side of the truck. "And-?" "We turned her down, cause she had fuckin' sores on her god dammed mouth!" Troy snapped, "and she smelled like foot fungus." Mack stared at his girlfriend, his truck rolling very slowly down the open road before pushing over the next batch of brush. "Okay, say I believe you.... what is the last thing you remember? That was.... was being on the front porch?" "Ya, you and Jennifer had gone around the side, we had just tried the door and you said that you thought the back door needed to be check- I said.... check the window," Troy said then looked down at his chest again, "but you and Jennifer w... you and Jennifer... in her ass?" Mack gave a little smile and a shrug. "Is that why my ass hurts right now?" A shutter ran through Troy as he realized he was in Jennifer's body and it was the ass he was sitting on that they had..... he threw open the door and retched out onto the ground. Mack stopped the truck, put it in park, thinking about how this changed things. Troy spit then plugged one side of his nose and blew it out on to the side of the road, then did the other side. He spit again to clear his mouth of the terrible taste in his mouth then sat back, closing the door. "We met around the side, and talked, went in through a window- you led, and then.... we- the girls were scared as all hell, and you kept making that creaky floor sound when no one was moving. We got into the hall, looked into a couple rooms and... my memory gets fuzzy after that-" Troy was shaking, looking at his hands- "I am a girl, I am Jennifer. How can I be Jennifer?" Troy touched his face- it was not his, the hair on his head was straight and down past his shoulders, and auburn. "I don't know, but I think I remember a stair way, going into the basement, it was.... I think it was- I-" they rounded a bin and found a truck coming towards them. "Ahh- crap, we're just out for a drive," Mack told him. "Easy for you to say, you are in your own body," Troy said wiping the tear from Jennifer's face. "Get it together, who ever is in that truck hears you talking about being a guy and we will not get back that house tonight," Mack told him, "got it?" As they got closer they saw that it was a Game Warden's truck. "Just chill," Mack said edging against the right side of the road, the Warden was on the left, their mirrors so close they almost touched. Mack rolled down his window as did the Warden. "How are you two?" "Ahh- good, yourself?" The Warden shined a light into Mack's face then at Troy. "You okay, Ms?" Troy nodded- "fine... just.... flustered." "You folks doing any hunting?" Mack shook his head- "no, Sir, we were.... you know." The Warden nodded then looked back at Troy again. "Look like you got dirty?" Mack looked at Jennifer- for the first time in the light and saw that she was pretty dirty, his own hands were covered in dirt. "We... we were having fun- playing and..." The Warden seemed to understand what was being implied- "See some ID?" Mack put his truck into park and pulled out his wallet to get to his ID. "You too, Ms." Troy did not know what to say or do- "Under the seat," Mack said to him with a look. After removing the seat belt Troy moved forward, leaning over Jennifer's breasts, they touched the seat as he felt under the seat and found her purse. When he sat up Mack was smiling a little at him, Troy snarled for a half second then opened her purse, finding her ID right off. The Warden ran both their IDs while they waited. "We need to get going," Troy whispered to Mack. "This road goes up to an old house, did you two make it up there?" the Warden asked. "Ahh- ya, we.... took a walk around the house, but we didn't go inside," Mack answered. "Who did it belong to?" Troy asked, knowing that they had time. "Before my time. I have heard it was a doctor that killed his whole family- claimed he was looking into immortality. Suppose to be in a hospital somewhere. I heard the house and property owes back taxes, but I have no idea. County might own it," the Warden shrugged. The Warden nodded, watching Troy- "Ms Tuttle, are you feeling okay?" Troy looked at him then looked at Mack- "I.... I am not feeling well." "She's not," Mack said to the Warden. He was still watching Troy. "What happened up there?" the Warden asked them like he knew something was going on. Troy and Mack looked at each other then at the Warden. "She started her period, it was embarrassing for her," Mack said with closed eyes. The thought had not even crossed Troy's mind- "wha-?" "Oh," was all the Warden could say. "Kind of ruined the evening, so we decided to nap and leave because the movie we were suppose to be at ends at midnight," Mack finished talking with an exhale. "Which theater?" "Greens," Mack said, "the Ryan Reynolds one," Mack was trying to recall the name of it. "Don't waste your money," the Warden said then got a call back on his radio that they were clean. The Warden handed them back their IDs and said- "drive safe." * "Period!?!" Troy snapped at him once the Warden's lights were gone from the back window. "It happened," Mack said speeding up. He glanced at Troy- "you seriously are Troy?" "Yes, I am Troy, god dammit!" Troy snapped at him then sat back in his seat, "how many times do I have to say that?" Mack watched him a little to long then looked at the road and drove. They made it to the paved road before he stopped- "we have to get guns, go back up." "You are talking about shooting our way into that place?" "Ya... well not from the start, we sneak first, drop chem lights like Ripley with flares, cause I remember a maze like thing going on.... and we find the girls and reverse this and.... ya, if we have to shoot someone then so be it," Mack told him, then looked over at his girlfriend- that was not his girlfriend. Troy nodded- "okay, just... just- I don't want to be Jennifer any longer then I have to be." Mack threw gravel as he left the road and drove fast towards his home. * It was perhaps an hour sense they had run from the house when they got to Mack's home. He turned off the lights and used the emergency break to stop so as not to activate the break lights when he stopped. He left it in Neutral and shut the truck off to avoid the back up lights then said- "I'll be right back," as he got out of the truck he was careful to close the door silently as he could. Alone sitting in the shadowy darkness of the interior of the truck Troy looked down at Jennifer's breasts, then down at her legs but then back to her breasts. He pressed then together then smiled a little, "this is actually kind of neat- terrifying but neat. I am actually in another person's body." He looked at her hands a moment then rotated it around slowly, counting fingers, feeling them, playing something like Itsy Bitsy Spider, then he felt her face and eyes, ears, and nose. He stopped and looked down- past the breasts, and put his hand on the front of her jeans, feeling for something that was not there. Troy was shaking again, his heart racing. "I want out of here," he whispered as Mack hurried towards the truck. He carried a shotgun and a bag. Quickly he got into the truck and started it, putting it into gear- "put that under the seat," he said about the shotgun. It was a Remington 870 bird shotgun that he had cut the barrel down, taken the plug out of, cut the stock down on it then put a sling on. It was for home defense he claimed but last summer the only thing they had used it for was blowing up two liter bottles of water down at the creek. "I grabbed my Ruger too, its in the bag, you should carry that. There are a couple flashlights, and a couple dozen chem lights and a bottle of water or two," he said as they pulled off his street he finally slammed the driver's door and turned on his lights. "What about the Warden?" Troy asked digging into the bag he found that the shotgun shell box had come open and was empty in the bag along with a box of .357 rounds. "What about him?" "It's a dead end road, the only reason to go up there is to look for poachers or lovers," Troy answered. "Or people going to a creepy old abandoned house trying to scare the crap out of their girlfriends on the eve of Halloween," Mack added glancing over at Troy. "Were you... playing with Jennifer's tits?" "They are right here, man, I had to," Troy felt really embarrassed. "Lean over here," Mack said gesturing him to lean in. "No, I see you do that all the time to her, I am not letting-" "You just played with my girl's tits, now if you are Troy then I am gonna hit you when you get back to your body, but if you are not then- well actually it doesn't matter who you are just let me play with one-" "No," Troy snapped at him then pressed them together with his biceps, "big ol' tits." "You know that like three hours ago she had my dick in that mouth," Mack teased Troy, "her head bobbin' up and down, sucking every last drop dow- " Troy put his hands over his ears- "stop! Alright, okay- just stop!" Imagines of Mack behind Jennifer, pounding her ass invaded Troy's mind. "Stop, okay," Troy let the tears fall, but Mack did not see them. Mack laughed. "Come on, just slid over, won't hurt, I promise." They pulled up to a red light and Troy leaned over. Mack slipped a hand into Jennifer's top and felt one of Jennifer's breasts. "You are an asshole," Troy leaned back, folding his arms across her chest after he had closed the flannel shirt. "Come on, do not be like that-" Mack said pulling through the intersection when the light turned green. "I... think I have to pee," Troy said. * "Hi, Jennifer," Nate said as Troy entered the convenient store. It was the cheapest gas in fifteen miles. Troy looked at Nate- tall, thin, pimples, short red hair, Irish green eyes, he had graduated with the four of them last year. "Ahh- hi, Nate," Troy tried to smile as he hurried past to the bathroom in the back of the store. Jennifer was a mess- cob webs, dust, dirt, and she still looked good. Troy touched her face, watching her touch her face- "what the heck do I do?" he wondered as the tears began to fall. It was the pressure in his belly that made him move- get over to the toilet, pull down Jennifer's ass hugging jeans, and thong. The toilet was clean looking so he sat, and leaned forward a little. Urine instantly started to flow, in a volume that he had not expected, with a level of relief that felt to good. He waded up some toilet paper and wiped- remembering to wipe down. When he was done he looked down- she had short- stubbly hair in her privates, and.... Troy started shaking. There was a knock on the door- "Jennifer- its time to go," Mack said. Troy stood, pulled up the thong and pants and buttoned and zipped then headed for the door, noticing for the first time that there was a urinal in the bathroom. * Mack stopped at the entrance to the road and walked over and checked for tracks then hurried back to the truck and pulled up the road, driving with his parking lights on only. "We run into someone you let me shot them first, its harder to match 00 buck to a shotgun then a .357 round," Mack said as Troy adjusted the belt for the pistol. It was a couple miles of unkept private road and silence between them. The truck turned about they loaded guns, and Troy put on Mack's quick draw holster, adjusting it a little more. Flashlights off, water bottles in the back pack, chem lights spread between them- with a few in the smaller pouch of the back pack, Troy grabbed Jennifer and Amy's coats and put them in the bag then they hurried into the woods. The house was an old two story, like something from a horror movie, there was an unkept gravel drive way, an over grown yard, a garden that was to overgrown to tell what had once grown there, a broken window on one side was their way in. Mack leaned against the wall, knees bent. "You first," he whispered. Troy put his hands on his friends shoulders, stepped onto his thigh, feeling Mack's hands on his but, then he stepped onto Mach's shoulders, grinding his foot into his shoulder a little for the ass grab then he was through the window with very little noise. He pulled a light from his tight jean pocket and shined it around then turned it off and turned to see the shotgun being offered. Troy took it and turned to the door. It was a bit louder then they wanted but Mack managed to climb up while Troy kept an eye out. The shotgun back to Mack, Troy held the light in his left hand and the .357 in the right. It was a GP 100 with a four inch barrel, Troy was very familiar with the gun as he had one just like it and had run a couple hundred rounds through this one, but he had no experience with it in the hands of Jennifer however. Jim Henderson was a hunter- bear, boar, bobcat, deer, basically anything, he knew when every season started and had hunted everything in Northern California for almost three decades. It had cost him two marriages and the love of two of his three kids. A good son that wanted to be close to his Dad, Mack hunted with him, he liked to hunt deer with a bow or bear with a bow, that was kind of his thing, but he was very adept at the use of pistols and shotguns and had killed more then his share with them over the last ten years he had been killing stuff. Mack stopped and cracked a chem light, shook it and tossed it back the way they had come then pulled another and cracked it and held it in his left hand. "Remember to check your target, don't just shoot." Troy nodded. Troy did not come from generations of hunters, his parents had moved into the area and he had made friends with Mack when they were... nine or so, by ten Troy's begging his parents to go hunting. Never having seen their son so interested and overbaring they let him go. That day Troy bagged a wild boar with a pack of dogs, a knife, and a rush he tried to duplicate many time- he liked the hunt. They found the stairs where Mack remembered them being, and slowly went down them. The chem light left at the top and another at the base of the stairs. The basement was basically one large dirt floor room with the stairs in the middle, loads of junk lined the walls, cobwebs over loaded with dust hung around them. Troy went left and Mack went right, scanning with flashlights and guns. Neither said anything. Mack knelt down and started looking at the ground, Troy covered him, scanning with his pistol and the light. "I am officially scared as scared can get," Troy whispered. "Me too." Mack found tracks in the dirt and found that some of the junk had been moved, he pulled it out of the way and found a hole in the earth going down. Slowly they went down, the hole was taking them twenty feet deeper and outside of the house about fifty feet. They stopped to crack two more chem lights, stabbing one into the dirt they kept the other one. The tunnel was dug by shovel, arched and about six feet wide and seven or so tall, the earth was unnaturally hard and unyielding. The tunnel led them to a flat area, then to a corner where they dropped another chem light and cracked two more. Their back trail looked dark so Mack tossed another behind them and cracked another. They heard movement and tossed the chem lights forward as far as they could, one bounced off a wall twenty feet away and the other off the ceiling just ten feet away. The monster that had chased them out of the house and through the woods was just over six foot tall, board shoulders, thin left arm and overbearingly large right arm that reached towards his knee, his face strong but slightly misshappened, his tattered jeans and shirt fit him poorly, stitched wounds looked terribly nasty in the shadow of blue glowing lights, the wound in his shoulder had been patched. "We just want our friends and me put back in my rightful body," Troy said thumbing the hammer back on the pistol. It grumbled and pointed back behind them. Mack chambered a shell, ejecting the one from the chamber- "it's 00 Buck, its gonna blow you in half." The monster lumbered towards them, making it ten of the twenty-five feet before they fired. Troy hit him high in the chest, the second Jacketed Hollow Point round hit him in the center of the left breast, and the third hit him in the shoulder joint of his left shoulder. Mack fired twice- one group of slugs hit the monster in the belly, the second blast hit him in the chest and neck. It staggered and fell to the ground with a hard thud. They looked at each other and hurried forward, Mack reloading as he went, Troy grabbing the chem lights to re position them, one at the corner and one at the top of the next sloop. He holstered the .357 again to grab another couple of chem lights from the thigh pocket of Mack's BDU pants, cracking two as one and shaking them then put them in his back pocket. They ran to another turn and another sloop and tossed four more chem lights back behind them when they saw lights ahead. "Shit, I need to reload," Troy said opening the cylinder as Mack moved forward. "We've lost the element of surprise," Mack said moving ahead. "Freeze shit head!" Mack yelled at the entrance of the room as Troy quickly ejected spent shells and slipped in fresh. "Do not touch that!" The shotgun went off and an arch of electricity burned the wall behind Mack, he dropped to the floor kicking even though Troy had not seen the electricity hit his friend Troy yelled- "NO!" and charged forward, closing the cylinder. As soon as he saw the eighteen year old in glasses he knew that he could not shoot him, but he fired anyway, missing by three feet, and gaining all of the man's attention. The place was a science lab- vials and beakers, and things making noises, and monitors with odd looking things on display, the ceiling covered with plastic, two office chairs against one wall, motorcycle helmets with holes in them sat on the chairs- wires went into a bank of computer towers all covered with clear plastic and two people laying on the floor near them- motionless, a figure under a sheet lay on a long wooden table, and Troy stood in the middle of the room holding some kind of spear or staff attached to the bank of batteries and something between the spear and the batteries. His body flinched away from the bullet, looking at Troy with wide eyes. "You came back," Troy heard himself say with a little stammer. "I came for my body and my girlfriend and Jennifer," he had aim on his own chest, inching towards Mack, he knelt down and touched his friend's neck. There was a pulse. "You can't have your body back- I am keeping it," he said with a nervous smile and a laugh, "I can finally continue my research without fear of my cancer ridden body killing me." "You stole my body so you could avoid cancer?" Troy said. Whoever was in his body was keeping the spear pointed at Troy and standing his ground on rubber mats. "Yes," his body seemed to want to giggle as he pushed the glasses up on his nose. "Your friend- the one I just killed- he resisted the transfer. My next test was you, but you too resisted, so I managed a new setting and transferred the women, but you still resisted, as did your friend, so I switched with her," he indicated to Troy. Troy cocked the .357 and took the pistol in both hands. The man in his body looked even more nervous. "Please continue," Troy told him, not feeling as confident as he looked- he hoped. Killing a monster was like shooting a video game thing or a raging bear (which he had never faced) or something- it was not hard to grasp the idea of killing such a thing, but this was a human and it was his body and if he fired he would not ever be himself again. "But a woman such as her has little interest for me so I switched with you and it worked- it was marvelous, I was," he smiled less nervous and more gleefully, "young again, and I had not been young in fifty years." "They are dead?" Troy asked moving towards Amy and the other body, an old man by the looks of him. "One will be when the cancer kills her and the other has very little in the area of brain activity left. So for the most part- yes, she is dead." "Then you take this body and give me that one," Troy ordered him inching towards the bodies still, getting just ten feet from his own body. "No- girls are so.... high maintenance," he said, the man was less nervous and more interested "besides- despite your eye sight problems you have a very nice body here. I especially like the thing hanging in your pants. I was peeing and I started to get aroused, and so I utilized that young woman's ass- it was quite tight." "You raped- Amy?" Troy asked pretty horrified at the thought. "Raped-? No, dear child, her brain is barely functioning, and besides its her friend in her body not her so I.... utilized her," he pointed the spear at Troy to indicate that it was Jennifer inside of Amy and that meant Amy was inside of the dying old man. "I am not staying like this, you have a choice- you switch us back or I shoot you, and whatever that thing is shoots me and we all die," Troy said. There was some thinking going on behind those glasses as the man in Troy's body was giving the situation some thought. Careful to maintain his aim on the man, Troy reached down and felt Amy's neck, he found a weak pulse. Next to Amy's body was the old man, partially covering her with his arm, he was breathing with ragged breaths looking dazed and confused up at Troy. Mack was suddenly beside Troy's body, the barrel of his shotgun pressed under the back edge of the corner of his friend's jaw- "I rather like my girlfriend, and that guy in her body is a close friend of mine, so you are going to put them back or I am going to kill you." "Will you leave me be?" "Sure," Troy lied, then he continued the lie, "you get us back into our rightful bodies and we'll even find you a new one." "I should shut off this device," he said with a weak nervous smile. "Go ahead," Mack said. Troy could see that Mack was hurting, he had not been hit directly by the electricity but it had knocked him for a loop directly. "Go ahead," Mack repeated with more of a threat to his tone then Troy thought he could muster. First it was Doctor Rage switching with Amy- or rather the person that was in her body and that was Jennifer. The switch did not work the first two times. After a threat to shot something from Mack the Doctor started working more feverously. "So how did we get upstairs?" Troy asked. "My creature carried you upstairs. I named him after me- well my middle name- Raymond," he said with a smile of pride, "he was taking you upstairs to dispose of." "Ahh," as all Mack could think to say. Amy was coming around. "Amy- its okay," Troy told her, taking the old man's hand for a moment. "What happened? Why do I feel so horrible?" she did not seem fully aware, "and what is on my head?" It was a motorcycle helmet, with holes drilled in it to attach leads through. "Ready," the man in Troy's body said as he flipped the switch, Troy jerked his hand back, not knowing what contact would do to him and Amy. They both convulsed and jerked a little then the old man smiled- "ahh, it is varr-" Mack switched targets with the shotgun- "again." Doctor Rage took off his helmet and handed it to Troy. "You should be last," Mack told Troy then nodded at the old man. Troy was nervous, he was so close to getting his body back and he wanted it back. If Amy and Jennifer got stuck then at least they were both girls. Plus Troy was thinking it might be kind of fun if Amy and Jennifer got stuck as each other. Following Mack's line of thought though Mack would not be alone until everyone was right. "Ya, alright," Troy said. They put the helmet on Troy's now unconscious body and the Doctor flipped the switch again, but nothing happened aside from one of the computer monitors showing a large blip. "I am thinking we can figure this out from here," Mack said, very threatening, "now make it happen." "Yes, yes, I.... I think, I know what the problem is, if I may," he said slowly getting up. Mack backed off a little pulling out another shell, he slipped it into the shotgun while the Doctor made adjustments, "you see the mind is a varying thing, changing all the time, and these alterations, well they.... they are hard to make happen like this." "Don't care, want my girlfriend back," Mack snapped. The doctor made more adjustments then said- "I want a young man, say eighteen, well educated, a brain like mine own should go into a strong mind." "Blake Winston," Troy said to Mack. Mack thought about it a second, then he nodded- "I kinda hated him in high school, to friggin' smart." Blake Winston had died in a car accident weeks from graduation. "Who is he?" "Our Valedictorian was a girl, but the runner up was Blake," Troy said pulling his pistol again, "now get this done." Another attempt, Troy's body and Amy jerked and spasmed and then lay still after a moment. "Now," the Doctor turned to them, "my turn, I get my new body- this Blake Winston or you get nothing more." Troy's body started moving- "ahh, I.... what hit me?" "It's okay, Jennifer," Mack said then looked at the Doctor, "no, you finish this." "I don't trust you," Doctor Rage snapped. "I have done as you asked to this point, you have one more switch, you get that when I am in this Winston boy." Mack shoved the Doctor's chin up with the barrel of his shotgun- "I am not in the mood, switch them now or I blow your brains all over- I have been watching you flip switches and turn dials and shit, I think I might know what to do." "Donald!" The forgotten figure on the table sat up. Donald was much like Raymond in that he was misshapen and large and cut up. Amy- who was barely awake scrambled back, knocking her chair over. Troy grabbed for her as she yanked the wires from the machine that was attached to the helmet she still wore. Mack turned and unleashed a blast into Donald's side, blowing his right arm off just above the elbow. The Doctor grabbed for his spear. "NO!" Troy yelled when he realized where this was going. Mack racked the slide back on his shotgun and raised it to sight at Donald's head as Donald turned to grab at him with his left- longer arm. Troy drew, sighted and fired, hitting near the spear, the bullet impacted with the floor and ricocheted into the shelf of batteries, one sparked- Mack squeezed the trigger of his shotgun blowing half of Donald's neck out with the blast. He grabbed Mack by the arm, and Mack screamed- "TROY!" Blood pumping from Donald's neck sprayed the walls and plastic draped ceiling. Thumbing the hammer back was more of an intimidation move or a good way to have steady aim with a double action revolver, so Troy did not bother he just fired into the monster that had his friend, two bullets impacted with his chest as he raised Mack up to slam him into the ceiling. There was no doubt that Mack was hurt, he was screaming in pain. Mack hit the ceiling again. Fast as he was moving Troy did not feel it was fast enough, he saw the Doctor had the spear and was bringing it to bear. Troy went to one knee as he turned, thumbing back the hammer, and shot the Doctor in the center of the chest. With the ease of tossing a sock to the laundry the monster discarded Mack into the monitors against the wall. Troy had lost track of his bullets so he turned, thumbing the hammer back also reduced the trigger pull and that allowed him to aim. The bullet hit Donald in the cheek just below the right eye, it exited through the back of his skull. The monster stumbled and fell back dead. Everything was still except the ceiling where Mack had been slammed into it. The plastic that was attached to the ceiling was really only meant to reduce the dust that got into his computers not hold up thousands of pounds of dirt. As the plastic began getting weighted down it started pulling free and as it did that it started pulling chunks of dirt from the ceiling, which gave the whole thing more weight to bring down more plastic and create more stress on the ceiling which brought down more of the ceiling. Quick as he could Troy ran to Mack- "get up!" Mack's arm was dislocated and he was still breathless. The plastic was covering Amy- "Get them," he gestured at Amy and Troy's body with Jennifer inside. Quickly, Troy ran- fighting through the plastic to Amy who had the helmet off, and was looking very confused, sore and tired. "Run- go, get out, follow the chem lights, run!" Troy urged then grabbed his own unconscious form- Jennifer was inside of his body now, permanently, Troy was sure, and yelled at her- "get up! You have to run!" Mack was to them looking worse for wear. Amy grabbed hold of Troy's body and they pulled him to his feet, he was on the very edge of consciousness. Troy looked back at the machine that could get him back his life just as a large amount of dirt fell on it. * It was sun up. Troy pushed the door open carefully and stepped inside the house he had only been in a couple times. He moved as quietly and carefully as he could through the living room, finding Jennifer's room- the first on the right, neat and clean. He grabbed her robe and a towel that hung off a towel drying rack on her closet door then went into the bathroom she shared with her sister. Jennifer's mom was a Yoga instructor and a clean freak, and that was about all he knew about her, so Troy would try really hard to be clean, and keep things straight. He looked at Jennifer in the bathroom mirror- dirty, tears had washed her face, dirt was everywhere. He hung the towel on the shower door and the robe on the back of Jennifer's sister's door then closed both doors. He sat on the edge of the tube and pulled off her boots and knocked them together in the tube then set them aside. To avoid making a huge mess he got into the shower and started disrobing, shaking out the clothes as he went until he was down to just her underwear. He was crying again. He wiped her face when he heard movement in the bathroom. "Jennifer-?" It was her Mom. "Ya-?" "Do not use that word," Jennifer's Mom corrected. "Are you okay?" 'What word-? 'Ya,' is a bad word?' "Yes, just.... Mack's truck got stuck and we spent half the night digging it out, I am really dirty and really tired," Troy told the practiced lie. The plan was that they would collect digging tools and head back up to the house and get to work on trying to get back into the cave later today. If they could find the device then they might be able to figure it out. "Is that the truth or did you just spend all night in the woods again?" Troy opened the shower door and looked at her. "Do not put those clothes on my floor, and you are most definitely vacuuming today," she said with a kind of snarky tone to her voice, "I will get you a trash bag to put your clothes in so that you can take them outside without tracking dirt through my house on the way out." Troy stood there in the shower a long while, slowly he reached back and took off Jennifer's bra, feeling the weight of them pulling him down a little. He looked at the breasts hanging there then took a breath. "Underwear too," her Mom snipped. Troy took them off looking at Jennifer's stubbly privates, he did not make much about it because Jennifer's Mom was right there. "Wash at least twice, and you are not going to bed until your Yoga is done and you have vacuumed the living room and the hall," Jennifer's Mom said. "Okay," Troy said passively as he stuffed everything into the white plastic bag. When all the clothes were in the bag Jennifer's Mom took it away. "I will put these in the washer, but you need to start them when you are done," she said then left the bathroom. The water was to cold for to long, finally it was ultra hot, it took Troy a few minutes to get it right then he stepped under the water and let it run down over him. He rubbed Jennifer's breasts for a long while then grabbed her shampoo and washed her hair twice. The dirt was flaking off her body. He looked for a bar of soap and found a bottle of liquid stuff so he squirted some into his hand and rubbed it all over, feeling and rubbing. When he washed between her legs he started exploring, feeling and rubbing like he did for Amy. He started with one finger, right on the side of the citreous, then two fingers- one for either side. The rush of the climax was different, instead of a quick climb and release it was a slow release that he could feel coming and pulling at him, any thought outside of what normally aroused him was distracting. He erupted with an incredible feeling of need and desire for another go. * Jennifer carefully disrobed in Troy's bedroom in front of the closet mirror- the closet had two sliding door, both of them mirrors. She took off Troy's clothes because she was feeling so uncomfortable in them and because she was so dirty. She would get the vacuum and pick up what dirt fell off- she had spent a good five minutes in the driveway brushing Troy's body off before she came into the house, stomping his feet and getting the dirt off. She was down to his underwear, looking at his erect penis sticking up out of his briefs- "great, here I am in a boy's body and I have to have Joe Average Erection," she muttered, then pushed off her underwear and tossed them- like the other clothes into the hamper. She took up the towel off his door, wrapped it about her waist and went into the bathroom across the hall. She smiled at the feeling of being bare chested and not having to look around her breasts- they were to big, she hated them at times. Mack loved them, but she did not want them. In one summer she had gone from an A cup to a D cup, and by the end of that school year she had two DDs. It was so humiliating. She would not mind being a boy for a while, maybe forever. She could pee standing up, people talked to her and not her breasts, she would not have a period- ever again, and she did not have to ever have anal ever again. Unless.... She did not think that Mack would want her like this, and that saddened her a great deal. She kept his glasses on because she did not want to be blind in an unfamiliar place. She started with shampoo, then rinsed and rinsed again then washed again, then after a fifth rinse put in some conditioner. After that she looked for a loufa, shrugged and used the bare bar of soap against her skin. She rinsed a few times then soaped up her hand and started working Troy's erection. The most sensitive part was the head, just in the front and to the right side. It was faster then she expected and really interesting, but.... She liked her orgasms better, she thought they were stronger. She took a breath looking at the white cum as it slide down the wall. * In Jennifer's room Troy sat on her bed wearing her robe thinking about that he had just done, and how good it felt and how much he wanted to do it again, but he didn't want to be in her body he wanted to be in his own. He was pretty sure he would give up sex and jerking off for a decade if he could get his own body back. "Jennifer- what are you doing?" her mother was in the doorway, "you have things to do." "I... I was just really tired," Troy answered then got up and went to Jennifer's dresser. Jennifer's Mom left for somewhere down the hall. Troy looked into his robe and saw the two breasts there, so big and heavy, and.... He wanted to talk to his Mom, to..... Talk to his brother. But if he did that, if he told them the truth then someone would find out and the machine would be dug up and the government or some secret corporation would snag it all up and that would be that. The first drawer was shirts, the next one under clothes. He looked at a pair of bikini brief's, and a thong, and a lace thing with a hole in it. "Always forget that she is kind of kinky," he muttered putting them all away, he found a black pair of bikini briefs and pulled them on. He stood there a moment thinking, then smiled a little- Jennifer was into Yoga, she was very flexible. He let his feet slid on the floor until he was doing the splits then he turned this way and that- laughing a little. After that he got on his back, and tucked both his legs behind his back and crossed his ankles behind his head. A moment later he was sitting on the bed trying to think about what had happened to him, tears streaming down his face, he wanted to scream and run. * She dried off then went into Troy's bedroom, found clothes- underwear, fresh pants, a shirt- she hated not matching things, but she was not a girl, she was Troy, and Troy never matched anything- it was Jeans, tee shirts, and boots or running shoes. She lay down on his bed, eyes drifting shut slowly until she was asleep. * Amy woke her from an odd dream- "hay," she said sitting on Jennifer's legs, "how are you doing?" Jennifer looked about, seeing Troy in the mirror, and Troy's little brother on the floor in front of the TV playing video games. "A little shaky," Jennifer admitted looking from Amy to Troy's brother. "Kyle- get lost," Amy ordered him. "I paid for half of this system, just because Troy has the TV in his room," Kyle objected. "Out," Amy snapped at him, then came down and kissed Jennifer. Kyle looked back at them making out then shut off the game and left, closing the door as he went. Amy got up quickly- "only way he ever leaves." "Wh- oh, ahh," Jennifer looked down at her jeans as she sat up, she was turned on again, it was very weird for her. "Really? One kiss and you...." Jennifer nodded adjusting her glasses- "it's not me, it's this body." "Troy is a horny guy," Amy admitted. "Ya.... I kind of get that," Jennifer said looking at her lap, "ahh- do these things just do that to annoy? Or what?" "Time or sex," Amy shrugged. It was a moment before Amy sat down next to her. Jennifer sat forward putting her face in her hands- "I am turned on in a guy's body with guy thoughts bouncing through my head- ahh, this so weird, and so crazy." "My uncle molested me, twice a day for two months while I was summering with him and my Aunt. At night I could hear them doing it, then in the morning he would be asking her for more," Amy said with a half hearted interest in telling the story. "During therapy.... The next year it was all about his trial and getting me well, and stuff.... One of the doctor's told me that it was not normal," Amy looked at Jennifer, who looked fairly shocked, "he said that my Uncle was a sex addict, but I have found that most guys want it at least... well as often as they can." "I'm sorry, Amy.... I didn't know-" "I told Troy..... Best boyfriend in the world..... He told me we did not have to have sex, that we could wait." "What did you do?" "Gave him a BJ," Amy said with a smile. For a subject change Amy said- "Your boyfriend, stole a back hoe from his father and put a gate into the property then took out the birm and is up there digging out that basement." Jennifer raised her head- "what-?" There was a smile on Amy's face- "his plan is to find that device, fix it and get you back to your rightful body." "Thank God," Jennifer said looking relieved. She got up and stumbled a bit- "dam this thing, I have to pee," she said looking at the bulge in her pants. "Have you-?" Amy made an obvious hand gesture. "Of course. I know my breasts are being molested right now, so why not." Amy sat there thinking a long moment- "oh, hell, come here." "What-?" Jennifer looked at her. "You should get the chance, and its not like I have never done this before," Amy said grabbing Jennifer's pocket and pulling her over. "Are you offering me... yo- you-" Amy unzipped her boyfriend's pants and nodded up at Jennifer. Quickly, Jennifer unbuckled her pants and pulled out her new unfamiliar sex organ. "This is between us," Amy said. "Oh, definitely," Jennifer said with a nod. After a moment Jennifer whispered- "I get my body back and I swear I will suck so much dick- God that feels good." * It took him almost five minutes to find the vacuum cleaner. Uncoil the cord and start vacuuming. He got the entry twice just to make sure, around the living room, then down the hall and into Jennifer's room. He picked up only what needed to be picked up and he made sure he vacuumed everything. When he was done Jennifer's Mom gave the job a once over then said- "you ready?" Troy looked at her- "ahh, for-?" "Yoga, I want you to teach next Sunday's class and- Jennifer, what is the matter?" Troy stepped back, he could feel the fear in him bubbling to the top- "no, no.... I- I can't." "Why are you suddenly using contractions? You know how much I hate that," Jennifer's Mom said, "and you said you were more then willing.... honey, we need you to start teaching, we need the money." "I... I think I want to... I need to call Troy," Troy left the vacuum standing there and went into Jennifer's room, closing the door, he grabbed Jennifer's phone and called his phone. It went directly to voice mail. Troy pulled on a pair of socks and Jennifer's shoes then grabbed a hoodie and hurried out- "Jennifer-?" "I- ahh, have to go, be back late," Troy said running out the door. * "Better?" Amy asking. "Wow- ya, thanks," Jennifer said with a wondering smile, "that was great." Amy nodded, taking a breath, she sat back, pleased with herself in her ability to please her man, well- her woman.... whatever. She wondered if it was cheating to have sex with your boyfriend's body when he was not in it. Jennifer pulled up her pants and all, and bent down and kissed Amy- "thank you." "You can thank me later," Amy smiled back. "Ahh- you mean...." "Oh, come on, you have never-?" "No, this is as lesbian as I have ever been," Jennifer said, adjusting her belt. "Troy! Jennifer is here," Troy's Dad called. Amy and Jennifer looked at each other, nervous and worried. "It's okay, just act normal," Amy said. "Ahh, thanks Dad, send her in," Jennifer called. A moment later Troy opened the door into his room and saw his girlfriend and his body sitting on the edge of his bed- "we need to talk," he said to Jennifer. "No, hello?" Amy asked. "Sorry- hi, the love of my life. How are you?" Troy asked. "Good," Amy said with a smile, "how about you?" "I am in a Jennifer's body, other then that- pretty good, oh, and I have to learn Yoga in a couple days," Troy answered. "Oh, crap," Jennifer said. "I completely forgot," she said with a hand to her forehead, "must have had other things on my mind." "And what did you dress me in? Where did you find that?" Troy looked down at the bush pants and a tight tee shirt- he had taken the hoodie off on the way over. "Is that... that.... you are wearing one of my work out shirts from like two years ago- oh, God- who saw you wearing that?" "It's not a big deal-" "It is a big deal, that is my body and my reputation, you can't just throw clothes on me and.... g'ah, Troy- grrr-" Amy got up and went to Troy's dresser and pulled out one of her shirts- "change into that and shut her up," Amy ordered Troy. Troy took off the shirt- "An athletic bra, are you nuts? Come on-" Troy pulled the bra off, standing in front of them for a moment- "wrong bra, I go bra-less," he said. With Amy and Jennifer still staring at him Troy pulled on the shirt Amy had given him- "No- oh, my God..... Amy- please talk to him," Jennifer was very upset. "Troy- please, put the bra back on," she went back to the dresser and grabbed one of his shirts and tossed it to him, "and put that on. We have to start teaching him things." "Can I chop off this hair-?" "No- g'ahh, stop it, just stop," Jennifer had her face in her hands, "please, Troy, just...." "Quit it," Amy whispered to him. "I am trying," Troy said, "I really am, but I am not me, I am her, and I don't want to be her." "I'll spend the night with you tonight, help you with some stuff." * There was an iron gate just out of sight of the entry to the road going up. It blocked the road completely. Troy tried to call Mack on Jennifer's phone, but he did not answer so they drove back the paved road and walked through the trees and brush. Jennifer had never really liked walking off the dirt road, it was rough going, and she felt out of place, but here and now.... It was like she had some understanding of how to move through and around brush and trees and up hills, while the Amy and Troy were struggling. It was almost an hour from the road to cresting the rise that would allow them to see the house, they had been listening to the moving machine for a while, but now they could really identify it. While they walked, for almost the whole time she and Amy talked, saying names and posses and positions and such for Yoga and having Troy go through them and describe them and say their names. Amy promised to be there, to help, to practice with, but she did not know everything that Jennifer knew. Mack drove the backhoe with one hand, it was tough, he had to use knees, go slow, and work harder because his arm was still jacked up. Mack had started with a hole and was working a circle, ever widening. He was moving far more dirt then he needed to but- they realized he was being safe. Mack stopped as soon as he saw them, shut it down and jumped out. Mack looked exhausted, and sore, his shoulder was in a sling, his arm pinned to his belly. "Dude, you are going to jack up your shoulder," Troy told him. "I want to get you out of my girlfriend's body," Mack told him stopping just a few feet from Jennifer. "How are you holding up?" "Okay," she said wanting to hold him, but she dare not. "I.... I think I need to get about forty feet, I am... its going to take a lot of digging and I am not sure...." "Have you been back inside?" Amy asked with her arms folded under her breasts. "Collapsed at the first ramp," he said to Amy then looked back at Troy. Jennifer sat down and started crying, Amy knelt and hugged her. Troy looked at Mack- "don't hurt yourself doing this," he told him friend. * They sat on the floor. Amy was an incredible listener, she said nothing, just sat there and held his hand while he quietly talked about all his fears and hopes and life change and it helped. They were both exhausted from the long day, but neither wanted to stop, it was fear that they would wake and things would be worse. Amy gave him yet another hug, this one contained no tears, it was just a hug that made Troy remember why he loved her so much. When the hug ended Amy was inches from his face. "I'm a girl...." "I know," she said then kissed Troy. Her mouth was warm and wet and ready. Troy was stunned by her reaction. They kissed on the floor until Amy had had enough of being down there. "Come," she said standing up. They stood. "I did not know you were into girls-?" Troy was stunned. "Long story," Amy said then kissed him again as she worked at getting her blouse off. Within moments they were both topless, feeling and pressing. "My God I have wanted to do this for a year," Amy was on her back and Troy was between her legs, dangling Jennifer's breasts in front of Amy's face. Amy suckled at them, smashed, and fondled, which made Troy feel very weird. Weird like he had felt in the shower. It was a few more minutes when Amy pushed him over, moved down and undressed him the rest of the way. "I don't-" "Its okay," Amy said, "I know." Amy used her fingers and her mouth. Troy grabbed a pillow and put it over his face and held on for dear life, screaming into the pillow from the pleasure his girlfriend was giving him. After almost thirty minutes Amy came up and pushed the pillow aside. "Better-?" "Oh, God that was awesome," Troy grabbed her and kissed her, forgetting that he was a girl for a while. * "Troy, is there something wrong with you and Amy?" Troy's Mom asked. "No.... um, why?" Jennifer did not understand Troy's family dynamic yet, without a real father of her own she was kind of lost in what a father did and what a mother was suppose to do when one was present. "Well, its just that you and she have not been calling or texting the day away," she said with a little shrug. "Oh, ahh- well, a ah- day off that never hurt. Right?" Mack did not like getting a thousand texts or like getting calls at all hours. He loved her, and wanted to talk to her but he needed to do things during the say and it was hard to do them with a phone stuck to your ear. "Okay," she said then smiled, "I like those clothes on you, they look nice." "Thank you," Jenn said. * They had been so tired that they had gone to sleep after that. In the early morning Troy woke feeling someone's hand on his face. "Amy-?" "Ya," she whispered in return. "Why are you a lesbian?" "Camp- couple years ago, we were playing a kissing game in our cabin. There was a girl- Holly, she and I liked kissing each other," Amy whispered back. "And...?" Amy wrapped her arm around Troys shoulder- "I thought I was a lesbian, but my parents, and everyone expect a girl to like boys and so I pretended to like boys.... Then I met you, and I..... I like you and I thought that we could be happy together." "We were?" "I love you, Troy, I love you so much it hurts, I would do anything for you, and will love you no matter who you are, but I have to tell you this is like a dream come true for me," Amy was beaming in the shadows of the fading darkness. "Like big boobs?" "I had no idea how much I liked them until I saw Jenn last year, and.... Her boobs are so nice," she said as she got nose to nose again. Troy stroked her hair, then kissed her- "I like you sucking on them, especially right here," he placed her hand where he wanted her to start. "You owe me," she said feeling Jenn's breasts. "I do," he said kissing her again, feeling her breasts, kissing them then moving down as Amy pushed him down, spreading her legs for him. * Jennifer had only driven large equipment around Mack's father's yard as a- 'hay watch the girl with big boobs drive the loader on bumpy roads,' kind of thing. This felt better. She actually liked not having breasts, she wanted her body back, but not having breasts was awesomely cool. She knew that Mack liked her breasts but they were such a pain. She wondered if Amy would swap with her, let her use her body for a while.... Or maybe let Mack use it, or better yet she could get Mack into her own body then do all the things with her that Mack liked to do- she liked that idea. Mack drove past pushing a load. She wondered what his Dad would say or do about the missing machines, and the fuel. And what would Mack do about it? He was suppose to be working for his Dad on some She missed Mack, she wanted to hold him, to kiss him, feel him inside of her, but she knew he would never do that with her being inside of Troy's body. * "We are done, unless we can find it," Mack said when she took his hand, he had pulled back, wiping his hand on his pant leg. "Lots of people-" "No, no, Jenn- I... you are Troy and I am Mack, no, I- no," he said then turned so she would not see the tears falling from his eyes as he walked back to his machine. He worked into the night, pushing himself and pushing the limit of his machine. * "You had to have expected it," Amy said. Jennifer nodded, wiping her face- "I was just.... I wanted to hold him. I still love him. Amy held Jennifer's hand. "Sorry." They sat in silence for a while then Amy kissed her hand. "What are you doing?" "I like what Troy is doing, but I like Troy.... The male Troy and I miss... you know?" Jennifer nodded. She was playing with it every night before sleep and after she woke, and in the shower when she had time. She liked playing with it, but it was not what she wanted, no matter what her moments of loving of the situation brought on. They kissed, Amy on top of her, feeling and petting and finally Amy was pulling at his clothes, taking off her own, then she was on him. Jennifer was glad that she had just jerked off- three times in the last eight hours, because it gave her lots of endurance to do that. Amy was in reverse cowgirl riding him hard and fast when Troy's little brother opened the door. "OUT!" Amy snapped at him, the door closed and she resumed. A moment later they could hear more adult feet coming. "No, Mom," Jennifer said as the foot fall stopped. Amy stopped then they heard talking and moving off. It was another couple of minutes before Amy felt the rush and tensed up. Jenn pushed her over and kept going, driving hard. Amy let out a cry and a moan as Jennifer exploded into her. "Oh, that feels so nice," she whispered. * "So you are leaving?" Mack asked him. "It's been three months, you have a giant ass hole, and a mountain of debt, Jenn is off to the Army in a couple weeks... Mack I appreciate the effort but, man-" "I love her, Troy, with every fiber of my being, and I want her back," Mack stated. Troy nodded, looking at the floor between them. "Even if you find it.... can you hope to get it working? Will anyone test it?" There was a moment of silence. "I will, I will do whatever I have to, to get her back," he stated then stepped closer to Troy, but his friend stepped back- "I am not interested- really, I am not." "Try