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Room 1408 Part 2 (Based off the Novel and Film 1408. This is a sequel to my Room 1408 story so please read the first in the series.) Brittney took her key and opened room 1408. She looked around and found nothing out of the ordinary. She looked at the carpet half-expecting blood stains; there were none. She looked at the bed and found that it was perfectly made. She sighed bored and then went into the room keeping the door open. She ventured into the bathroom and found it perfectly clean. The fridge was empty. Typically, a hotel would leave some snacks but since this room was supposed to be haunted they decided not to stock it. Brittney smiled amused at the cleverness. The hotel really wanted to make it seem like this room was haunted. Brittney turned on the TV and found it old but otherwise ordinary. She checked the windows and the closet. Brittney suddenly jumped as the alarm clock went off. She looked at the clock and saw that it was ticking down to the end of an hour. She looked at the clock with annoyance. The clock must have been pre-programmed to start as soon as someone entered. "An hour until what?" Brittney mocked. She then looked at the door and found it closed. "I could have swore...," she muttered as she reached for the door knob. It was locked. "This isn't funny," Brittney said angrily and tried to force the door knob. When that didn't work, she picked up the phone. "Room service," the operator said. "My door is locked. I need help," Brittney said flustered. "What is your room number?" the operator asked. "Room fourteen-o-eight," Brittney said. "You must be mistaken. Room fourteen-o-eight does not have a working phone," the operator said. "What is this? I am in room fourteen-o-eight, and I am speaking to you right now," Brittney said outraged. "We will have someone up to assist you shortly," the operator promised. "Thank you," Brittney said and then hung up the phone. "They won't come," a voice said behind her. Brittney spun around and saw a young man lying on the bed comfortably. He had short brown hair, brown eyes, and pale complexion. "Who the fuck are you? How did you get in here?" Brittney asked him outraged. "The same way you did," he replied. "The name is Michael," he added. "Well, Michael, since you managed to sneak in without me knowing, you should know how to get out," Brittney said condescendingly. "There is no way out," he said simply. "Listen here, asshole," Brittney said as she grabbed him. Only, her hands went through him like he was a hologram. "What is this?" Brittney asked stunned. "I am the soul left behind from when my body was taken from me," Michael said. "I don't believe in ghosts," Brittney said becoming fearful of the apparition. "Neither did I until I came into this room," Michael said. "How long have you been here?" Brittney wondered thinking it must have been years. "An hour ago," Michael said. "How is that possible? There was a vacancy for this room as I came to the hotel," Brittney objected. "My body left this room and then checked out of the hotel this evening I assume," he said. "If that is true, then I would have seen your body in the lobby. I never saw a man like you before," Brittney argued. "A man? No, the body would have been a woman," Michael said sadly. Brittney stared at Michael and then realized she had seen a couple leaving the hotel. The woman was smiling and laughing as she walked out of the hotel. "Did she have a date with her?" Brittney questioned. "Yes, his name is John," Michael said and then described what he looked like and how he was dressed. "Oh my God. I did see you two then," Brittney confirmed. "A demonic spirit took over my body, changed it to become female, and then made it have sex with John. The spirit made John to think I was the one in that body," Michael said angrily. "That's great but that doesn't help me get out of this room," Brittney said impatiently. "I don't know what will happen to you. Only men have entered this room," Michael said. "The manager said no woman ever survived for an hour in this room," Brittney pointed out. Laura entered the room and before Brittney could stop her, she closed the door. She placed her set of keys in her pocket. "What?" she demanded as she saw Brittney and Michael stare at her. "Now, all three of us are trapped," Brittney said annoyed. "Who are you?" Laura demanded of Michael. "I thought we agreed to no boys allowed," Laura said annoyed. "You can see him?" Brittney asked incredulous. "Of course, I can see him. I'm not blind," Laura said obnoxiously. "This could work to our advantage," Michael smiled. "What do you mean?" Brittney asked. "Two enter but three must leave. This loophole will allow the three of us to leave," Michael figured. "But you're a ghost. Does that count?" Brittney wondered. "Where's the ghost?" Laura asked curiously. "He's the ghost, moron," Brittney said insultingly. "How is he a ghost? He looks completely real," Laura protested. She walked over to Michael and tried to touch him. Her hand went right through him. "No way," she gasped. "See?" Brittney said losing patience. "I have to take video of this," Laura said getting out her phone. "You won't be able to record anything in here," Michael said. Laura gave Michael a dismissive look and started recording him anyway. "So, how do we get out?" Brittney asked Michael. "There appears to be two ways. Either, I leave with the two of you through possession or...," Michael began. "You're not possessing my body," Brittney objected. "Same here," Laura agreed. "Or one of you will slowly become male and impregnate the other," Michael finished. "What the fuck?" Laura said softly. "Whenever there are two people of the same sex in the room, one begins to change. In this case, one of you will become a boy and impregnate the other. That will satisfy the rule," Michael explained. "How do you know this?" Laura asked doubtfully. "My body became female and had sex with my best friend. Obviously, my body became pregnant," Michael said disdainfully. "Oh, really? I would have liked to have seen that," Laura smiled amused. "Try to be mature about this," Brittney said upon seeing Michael's irritable face. "So, we either choose changing sex and having a baby or being possessed by you." "I don't see any other way," Michael said solemnly. "How about we try to kick the door down," Laura suggested. She yanked on the door knob and then tried to kick it open. "That won't work," Michael said obviously. "We need to try every option before we agree to this," Brittney told him. "You're running out of time," Michael warned. The shower suddenly went on and started filling the tub. The two girls ignored it as they tried to get the door open. The floor then became flooded but the water did not flow underneath the door. The two girls then noticed the water rising in the room up to their ankles. "You're doing this. I just know it," Laura said to Michael angrily. "I have been through all of this. It's going to get worse," he said. The water continued to rise until it reached their waists. "I can't swim," Laura admitted. The TV became alive with old-fashioned male characters watching their struggle. "Kiss, and the water will recede," the actor told them. "What? Why?" Laura gasped as the cold water reached her chest. "I would do what they say," Michael said bored. The water was not affecting him in the slightest. "It's just a kiss," Brittney said as she went through the water to get to Laura. "It's what the room wants," Laura objected. "We have no choice," Brittney said and then kissed Laura on the lips. Laura felt the kiss and in spite of herself enjoyed it. The two kissed for a few moments oblivious that the water was gone. Brittney and Laura continue to kiss putting their tongues into each other's mouths. Finally, Michael interrupted them. "The water is gone," he said. Brittney and Laura disengaged and looked around. "Good," Brittney said awkwardly. "It worked," Laura said happily. "This is the first step towards making one of you male and the other pregnant," Michael warned. "It begins with the psychological and then the physical." "Which one of us will become the male?" Brittney asked. "When I was here, I was alone. Now that there are two of you, I am not sure," Michael admitted. "I don't want to be a man," Laura said scared. "Would you rather be pregnant?" Brittney asked of her. "At least then I can terminate," Laura said rudely. "I better be the pregnant one then. You're too irresponsible to have a child," Brittney insulted. "As a boy, I could impregnate scores of girls," Laura shot back. "Maybe, after you become a boy and get me pregnant, I'll castrate you," Brittney threatened. The girls started to fight grabbing each other's clothes. Michael merely watched as the girls tore at each other's clothes until they were rags. "It has already begun," Michael realized. Brittney and Laura rolled around on the floor when suddenly they realized the floor was filled with snakes. "Oh my God," Laura shouted as she got on the bed. Brittney also realized the snakes on the floor and got on the bed. The snakes numbered in the dozens and were all hissing. They stayed closed to the bed daring either girl to try to escape. "What do we do?" Brittney wondered and turned to Michael for advice. "Think of something that could get rid of them," he suggested. "I know," Laura said and immediately the floor was on fire. The snakes hissed as fire consumed them all. However, the heat and smoke began to overwhelm the girls. "It had to be fire? You couldn't have just frozen them or something?" Brittney lectured Laura. "Shut up," Laura snapped. The smoke filled the room forcing the girl's to cough uncontrollably. Laura went down first passing out on the bed while Brittney fought on. A pair of pants and a dress shirt was thrown on the bed. "Put those on," Michael said. Brittney didn't question the logic of it. She took off her jeans and put the dress pants on. She then took off her t-shirt and put on the dress shirt. As she did, her jeans, t-shirt, and shoes fell off the bed and were consumed by the fire. After a long struggle, Brittney got the clothes on. The fire and smoke then disappeared leaving dozens of charred snakes behind. The room was black from the fire and smoke. Laura continued to cough and then saw Brittney in the dress clothes. "I don't have any shoes now," Brittney said. "There are dress shoes in the closet," Michael pointed out. "So, what does this mean? Is she going to be the boy?" Laura asked. "Not necessarily. We can still work this out together," Michael encouraged. "I still haven't felt any changes," Brittney said. She could deal with putting on men's clothes. "Look in the mirror," Michael suggested. Brittney walked onto the floor and saw herself in the mirror. Her long brown hair had been shortened considerably. It still looked feminine even though it looked short and spiky. "I can deal with this," Brittney said. "It's only the beginning," Michael said. Brittney then noticed that her breasts were smaller than before in the dress shirt. Alarmed, she immediately took it off but her bra was gone. "Where is my bra?" she demanded. Laura looked for it around the bed but it was gone. Brittney covered her breasts embarrassed. "Come on, Brittney. It's not like I haven't seen them before." "He's still here," Brittney pointed out. "Don't worry about me," Michael smirked. As if to help her anxiety, Brittney's breasts continued to shrink until she was flat-chested. Her nipples shrank as well. Her chest resembled a teenage boy. "Oh God," Brittney moaned as she felt her flat chest. "I know how you feel," Michael said to her. "I felt the same when my penis disappeared." "It's not the same," Brittney said bitterly. "We can change her back, right?" Laura said fearfully. "Maybe, but we're wasting time," Michael warned. "Go ahead and possess me. I would never have a child with her," Brittney said angrily. "How dare you? You fucked plenty of boys in high school and didn't even have them wear a condom," Laura accused. "At least the kid would be mine," Brittney shot back. "If you got pregnant, you would have your father hire a fancy lawyer to force me to pay child support and not allow me visitation." "Don't bring my father into this. At least I have one. You would never be able to raise a child by yourself," Laura argued. "That does it, bitch. I'll make your hair as short as mine," Brittney said and tackled Laura to the floor. "This is not helping," Michael said as Brittney pulled Laura's hair. Brittney forced Laura to the ground and easily kept her down. It was as if she had a dramatic increase in strength. Upon realizing it, she stepped back. "No," she said realizing the ramification. Laura glared at Brittney and fixed her blond hair. "Shall we begin?" Michael asked. Brittney nodded. Michael came closer to Brittney and then disappeared inside her body. An entirely new reality emerged as the two came together. Brittney and Michael shared the same body and mind. Brittney then put on her dress shoes and put everything from her purse in her pant pockets. Laura simply stared as Brittney put on a bow tie and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face became slightly more masculine. She was fairly passable now. Brittney then walked over to the door knob and opened the door. "Let's go," she said to Laura. The two exited the room and went down the hallway to the elevator. Laura's dress was a mess from her experience in the room, but Brittney looked very neat in her suit. They went down to the lobby floor and walked to the front counter. "I'm checking out," Brittney said to the clerk. "What room?" the clerk asked. "Fourteen-o-eight," Brittney smirked. The clerk stared at Brittney in awe. "Of course, Sir," she said. Brittney then saw the manager walk over to the clerk. "I hope your stay was a pleasant one," he smiled. "Thanks for the drink," Brittney replied. The manager looked slightly spooked but then recovered. "Of course," he chuckled. Once they were checked out, Brittney went with Laura to the exit. "Glad that was over with," Laura sighed. Brittney turned to Laura and for a moment Laura was expecting a kiss. They had been through a lot in the last hour. "I don't need you anymore. Go home," Brittney said coldly. Brittney then took a cab and disappeared in New York traffic leaving a shattered Laura behind. "Take me to the airport," Brittney ordered the cab driver. Once she arrived, the airport Brittney went over to American Airlines counter. "I have a ticket reservation for Boston," she said. "Yes," the clerk said and gave her a ticket. "Any bags to check in?" "No," Brittney replied. As she waited for her flight, Brittney went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Her appearance thankfully stayed the same. If she had reverted back to being a young woman, her suit would make her look like a butch lesbian. That would attract unnecessary attention. Meanwhile, John and Michelle got out of their car after a nice road trip. As John drove, the two of them shared fond memories of the past. John parked the car in the apartment complex's parking lot and like a gentleman opened the door for Michelle. The two kissed lovingly and then entered the apartment. Michelle found that everything had changed in the apartment. It was neater for once, a detail she attributed to herself. Her bedroom was now used as a storage room. They now shared a bed. As she stared at the couch, memories of them making-out and kissing entered her mind. In the bedroom, she was fed memories of the many times they made love. Looking at the kitchen, she remembered all the times they had worked together to cook meals. No more ramen noodles or microwave dinners. "You look like you're seeing it for the first time," John smiled. Michelle smiled. Well, the first time with the three of us. She no longer had to fear pregnancy now. She could abandon all protection and barriers between them for the next nine glorious months. She wanted him as much as she could until the very end. "It's been a long night. Want to hit the sack?" John asked. "I want to do more than just sleep," Michelle said to him. She could tell immediately that John was now interested. She felt like she had so much power now. She could arouse him with a few simple words. The same was never true for when she was a man. Yet, those memories of being a man were starting to fade with time. "Can't get enough, can you?" John smirked and gave her a kiss. "Unlike you, I don't need time to recover," Michelle said knowingly. "It may take a while for me to finish," John said flirtingly. "That's fine with me," Michelle allowed. The two went into the bedroom and started taking off their clothes. In the dark, they touched each other all over. Michelle felt no hesitancy to stroke her husband's cock, fondle his balls, and touch his chest. She didn't have to bother with the question of whether she loved men over women. All she knew at that moment was that she was in love with her best friend. She wondered how it would have been had their fates been reversed. Would she love and cherish the female version of John? She hoped it would be yes. Still, she felt like she had the better end of the deal. John entered her and all of her reflective thoughts disappeared. She became lost in the moment as John moved inside her. It felt so natural for childhood best friends to go to college together, room together, and eventually become lovers. It was too bad that sexuality and biology had to get in the way of such an obvious decision. But Room 1408 changed all that, and she would be forever grateful for it. Unlike her time in Room 1408, Michelle was determined to try new positions. She got on top and started to ride John's cock. She wasn't perfect at first. Occasionally, he would slip out or she would fall over onto him. They both found it amusing. John took her inexperience to be just playfulness. In his mind, Michelle was very experienced. Michelle found her sweet spot and sped up her pace. Her long brown hair went everywhere and she touched her breasts to give her that extra boost. Suddenly, a pleasurable surge went through her. She had just given herself an orgasm. Michelle cried out not caring if anyone heard. She felt her vagina pulse with pleasure for a solid minute. It just kept going-and-going. She wasn't sure if was the hormones or her own mind, but she felt an incredible attachment to John. All doubt of them being together was gone. Brittney got off her plane in Boston and took a rental car. She knew exactly where to go. Laura called Brittney a few times but there was no answer. Laura then decided to call the hotel, The Dolphin. "General Manager, please," she requested. "This is the manager. How can I help you, tonight?" the manager said pleasantly. "I checked in to room fourteen-o-eight a few hours ago," Laura began. "Oh yes, I remember you two," the manager said amused. "Right, so, I have this problem. I think my friend Brittney is possessed. I don't know where she is or what she intends to do," Laura said fearfully. "I am not sure I can help," the manager said. "You have records of the phone numbers and addresses of the two guys that checked into the room before us, right?" Laura asked. "Well, miss, I have records of a couple that entered that room before you," the manager said. "Right, them," Laura said flustered. "I can't give you that information," the manager said. "It's very important. It could be life and death," Laura pressed. "When you put it that way," the manager hesitated. "Alright," he gave in. The manager gave Laura the phone number to John and Michelle's cell phone and their apartment address. Laura quickly dialed the number a few times until she got John on the phone. "It's late. Who is this?" John asked sleepily. "I think you're in danger. My friend is headed right for you," Laura warned. "What friend? Who is this?" John asked. There was a sudden knock on the door. John put the phone down and put some shorts on. He opened the door and was suddenly punched back. Brittney entered the room still in her suit. John fought back with punches, but Brittney had greater mental coordination. She got several punches on John and then knocked him to the ground as she slammed a chair on him. She then took the table and pushed it on top of him. Punching through the table, she further stunned John. With inhuman strength, she picked him up and slammed him against the stove. Brittney then took hold of John and slammed him against the stove with enough force to nearly knock him out. "Sorry, John, but you're not thinking clearly," Brittney said. Brittney then took a knife from the knife block and went towards the bedroom. "Honey," Michelle said as she entered the living room. She was wearing a bathrobe to cover herself. "Stay in the bedroom," John shouted. Michelle turned to the bedroom as she saw Brittney with the knife. The doors to the bedroom and bathroom closed on their own and locked preventing her escape. "What do you want?" Michelle asked fearfully. "Look how quickly you've changed from a man to a frightened helpless female," Brittney said. "I have always been female," Michelle replied for John's benefit. "No, you weren't. You were a man until you went into room fourteen-o- eight. That body belongs to me," Michael said with Brittney's voice. "You think killing me is going to get your body back?" Michelle asked. "No, I just need to kill the child inside. Then, I will take your body and make it male again like it was meant to be," Michael said. "You're not Michael. I am Michael," Michelle said. "You're just the body. You left your soul behind. I am here to reunite soul and body," Michael said. "The real Michael would never kill innocent life," Michelle objected. "You left me in that room to exist there for eternity. If you had a soul, you would have never left without me," Michael said bitterly. "I have a soul," Michelle said confidently. Brittney advanced on Michelle with the knife. "I can smell him on you. It was understandable why you fucked him to get out of that room. But now, what is your excuse? Look what you have done to us," Michael said. "We're in love," Michelle said defensively. "How? You think these false memories are real?" Michael said. "I don't know, but I am the present and the future. I will decide for myself what I will do for the rest of my life," Michelle said. "This may feel uncomfortable," Michael said as he aimed the knife at her abdomen. Brittney's body then froze. "You cannot resist me!" Michael growled as the real Brittney took greater control. Michelle simply stared as Brittney's body contorted. "I would rather die than kill her baby," Brittney said sending the knife close to her throat. Michelle intervened taking the knife away. Brittney gave Michelle a sympathetic look. "I'm so sorry," she said and then rushed out of the apartment. Michelle quickly locked the door and ran over to her fallen husband. "Are you alright?" he asked dazed. "We just got attacked by a possessed woman that looked like a man," Michelle told him. "That sounds so weird," John muttered. "I've experienced worse," Michelle smiled. "Let me bandage you up." Brittney walked over to her car. Suicidal thoughts emerged like driving her car at high speed into a tree. Another car sped up to the apartment complex. It was Laura. "Brittney!" she shouted. "Stay away from me. I can't control myself," she said. "It's the ghost isn't it? He's got you," Laura realized. "Yes, I would never do this if it was just me," Brittney said obviously. "Let me get you out of here," Laura offered. Brittney reluctantly got into Laura's car and closed her eyes in concentration. Michael was still fighting her and as they left the apartment, she felt his rage and desperation. "Ever since we left that hotel, I have been struggling with these urges. All I can think about is you, and I feel invisible hands all over my body. I must have had five orgasms on the way over here," Laura said, her hands trembling. "Yeah, well, I have a ghost in me that nearly killed someone," Brittney said. "We'll fix this," Laura promised. "How? I'm so fucked up right now. A part of me wants to kill you," Brittney admitted. Laura drove quickly to the nearest hotel. "Stay put," Laura said to Brittney as she went inside. "I need a room for two," Laura said to the clerk. Laura got the keys and came back for Brittney. The two went inside the hotel room and locked the door. As they turned around, they were now back in room 1408. The room was perfect as before as if none of the disasters had happened. "It doesn't end," Brittney realized. "Remember what the ghost said," Laura reminded her. "You mean that psycho ghost that tried to have me kill people? That ghost?" Brittney said exasperated. "It's are only chance," Laura said. "So, we pretty much settled that I am going to be the man?" Brittney asked. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she could barely stand. "We could flip a coin," Laura said lamely. Brittney shook her head. "You have a good family. You should have the kid." "Don't talk like that. We're going to do this together," Laura smiled warmly. "You better not blue-ball me," Brittney joked. The two laughed despite their circumstances. Michael's ghost then appeared before them. "Let's do this again and this time it will be done right!" he said angrily. "No deal," Brittney said resolved. "Do you know who I am? How dare you defy me," Michael screamed at them. Suddenly, other ghosts appeared in the room. They were all male from different time periods wearing affluent suits and hats. They took hold of Michael's ghost and then it became clear he wasn't Michael at all. His face and clothes morphed so that he took on the appearance of a young man from the 1920s. "Pardon us, my lord and lady," the ghost leader said and tipped his hat to them. Michael's false ghost screamed as he was taken away through the window. "Wow, and here I was thinking that Michael was a total prick," Laura laughed. "We still have to go through with it," Brittney realized as the clock kept ticking down the hour. She took off her bow tie and dress shirt revealing a flat chest. "Do you want me to do anything?" Laura asked uncertain. "I don't know," Brittney admitted. Laura got on the bed and took off her clothes. She tried to think of how ordinary it would be to change clothes in front of another girl. As soon as Laura took off her bra, Brittney felt a stir inside her. This was really happening. A woman's breasts would forever have power over her. She couldn't stop staring at Laura's perky breasts. Brittney kicked off her dress shoes and suit pants. She noticed that her legs were thicker and more muscular than before. She was still as hairless as a swimmer but that would soon change. "What do you want me to call you? Brit?" Laura asked. "How about Brent?" Brittney guessed. "Okay, Brent," Laura said as she took off her underwear. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she was completely naked before the now Brent before her. With his new name, Brent started to think of himself as a man. He slowly took off his underwear thinking that nothing would be there. As he did, he felt a sudden pain inside his abdomen. He fell on the bed and waited for the transformation to run its course. Laura watched in amazement as Brent's vaginal entrance sealed permanently and two bulges pulsed inside his body. As his testicles swelled and formed underneath his labia, his clit started to expand. Laura watched in hopeful anticipating that his cock would be long and thick. "I hope you're enjoying the show," Brent said in a deeper voice. His voice was irritable as he tensed up as his internal organs changed. "I'm the one giving birth, remember. So, no complaining," Laura joked. As Brent's penis grew, Laura felt an overwhelming urge to kiss it. She placed her mouth on it and started sucking. Brent groaned as he felt his penis for the first time. It felt really good at the very tip. It was nothing he had ever experienced before. All of his concentration fell to that one tip. Some part of Laura told her that the longer she sucked on his dick, the bigger it would become. She didn't know if that were true, but it felt compelling. She could tell that it was growing in her mouth. Brent tensed up as he felt waves of pleasure in his penis. "I think you should stop, or I might cum," he said anxiously. "So quickly?" Laura asked backing off. "I don't know," Brent admitted. Laura waited for Brent's cock to go past six inches and for his balls to fully form. She knew that within a short time, sperm from his balls would end up inside her. She was afraid and excited by the implication. Had she made the right choice? If it had been the other way around, she would be having the cock and balls. "What do you want to do now?" Brent asked unsure of himself. "I'll be on top. After all, you're a virgin," Laura teased. "A virgin," Brent repeated as if he didn't believe it. Laura got on top of him and placed his penis at her entrance. As she looked down at him, Brent's face had become more masculine. He looked like Brittney's twin brother or something. His hair was still short and spiky. Laura considered a few ideas on how to make him more attractive to her. She slowly eased herself onto his cock, so he was all the way in. Laura was impressed by how far inside he was able to get. "How do you like these breasts now?" Laura asked him. "They look good," Brent replied awkwardly. Laura shook her head. "You're like a teenage boy." "Give me a break. I have seen breasts my whole life," Brent said. His penis was giving him a weird sensation. It felt moist but the pleasure wasn't there yet. Laura felt a little anxious taking the lead in sex. It made her uncomfortable but under the circumstances it couldn't be helped. She rocked her hips on his cock to see his reaction. Brent gave her a blank face. Laura picked up the pace and noticed a reaction from Brent. He was tensed up as if trying to hold something in. "I don't think I am going to last long," he said. "You got to be kidding me," Laura smiled. Brent felt an intense pleasure build up and then it all was released in a few seconds. Cum surged through his penis into Laura's body. There were several surges in all and then it was over. He felt exhausted and had to catch his breath. "You're done already?" Laura asked disappointed. "Sorry, wow," Brent smiled. Laura shook her head. No doubt the boys before them never had this kind of trouble. A few moments later, Laura heard the door on the room unlock. With a sense of dread and amazement, she realized she was now pregnant. It had been the worst sex she had ever had with a guy. Laura got off Brent's cock and then noticed something odd. Brent's cock was still standing at over six inches and still hard. "Is that normal?" Brent wondered. "No, it's not," Laura said disturbed by it too. Laura cautiously touched Brent's penis and sure enough it was hard and ready to go. "If you don't mind, I would like another go around," Laura smiled. "Go for it," Brent said satisfied. "Sit up and hold yourself up," Laura ordered. She then lowered herself on his cock so that her ass was against his stomach. "Now, put your hands on my nipples," Laura instructed. Brent did as he was told and started pleasuring her. Laura took the lead using her legs to get herself off. Still, without Brent participating, it was hard. "I think I got the hang of this," Brent said rising to his knees. Laura was forced to be on all fours as she was moved. Brent then penetrated her deep and started thrusting inside her at a rapid pace. Laura gave a look of surprise as he took hold of her hips and fucked her. Every so often, he would fall out but then get back in. He reached around underneath and started to rub Laura's clit. "Is it working?" Brent asked uncertain. "Yeah, it's working. Keep going!" Laura gasped. Laura finally felt an orgasm go through her as she was fucked from behind. Overwhelmed, she fell to her stomach but Brent kept going. Surprised, she clutched the sheets of the bed as he continued to go full speed ahead. Brent then turned her on her side and continued. Laura felt intense pleasure from all this action but it was just pleasure. She needed to form an emotional bond. "Okay, stop," Laura said overwhelmed. "Am I too rough?" Brent asked concerned. "No, I just need more face time," Laura said going to her back. She kissed him gratefully and then helped him back in. "Don't stop until you've cum," she told him. "Alright," Brent agreed. The fact that they were still inside the creepy room didn't bother them anymore. Laura crossed her legs behind Brent's back and let him go as fast as he could. As he did, Laura rewarded him with kisses to his lips, then his neck, and held his shoulders. She rubbed her breasts against his now muscular chest. She knew the room was keeping him hard and that after this was all over he would be as experienced as a teenage boy. Still, there would be plenty of time to get him up to speed. She just needed patience. Hell, he would have to learn patience too if he was going to deal with her nine month pregnancy. Brent grunted as he came inside her again. "Wow, I'm spent," he said catching his breath. "Let's leave this room and begin our lives. What do you say?" Laura asked. "Sounds good," Brent agreed. A few moments later, Brent was in a full suit from the closet. Everything fit him perfectly, and his dress shoes shined. "For all the talk of fashion, I have to wear even more clothes than you," Brent noted. "Except when we go to the beach, honey," Laura kissed him and made sure his tie was made right. Brent then checked his new wallet and looked over his ID cards and credit cards. They all had his new name. "Make sure your cards have your correct name," Brent suggested. "My name?" Laura wondered. Brent smiled and held up his left hand which had the wedding ring. "Oh right?" Laura said sheepishly. She checked her cards and noticed her last name was changed to Brent's. Brent looked over Laura's black dress. "You look good," he complimented. "Just good?" Laura chided. "You look beautiful. How about that?" Brent asked. "It's going to be fun to find out if you're ignorant or just playing games," Laura said. "Shall we go," Brent said opening the door for her. Nine Months Later Two women screamed bloody murder as they were giving birth. Two men walked back to the lobby to take a break from the excitement. "Almost makes you feel guilty," Brent remarked with a smile. "Almost," John replied with the same smile. "Boy or girl?" Brent asked. "Boy," John said proudly. "I can't imagine raising a boy. Ours is a girl," Brent said. "Do I detect a Boston accent?" Brent asked. "Guilty," John admitted. "We just figured we come to the place where it all began." "That's great," Brent said awkwardly. "Well, to fatherhood," John said shaking Brent's hand. Michelle and Laura gave birth at relatively the same time with their husbands present. Both were healthy miracle babies; one from two boys and one from two girls. Back at The Dolphin, the manager put up a new photograph on his wall. The photograph was black-and-white and had the serious faces of three dozen men. They were all wearing different styles of suits from the 1900s onward to the present. The manager smiled as he remembered Michael's face up front. Still, the photograph's newest edition broke the consistency of the all-male group. In the very front was a young woman in a black dress. The manager picked up a glass of rum and toasted the photograph. He started chuckling at first and then gave a fully hearty laugh.