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RIVERS TURNING POINT by Noni Mouse ***Call Me Trent*** My eyes blurred over the words "Call me Ishmael" for the seemingly hundredth time as I put down the Herman Melville book that I had intended to read. I laughed aloud that the more appropriate interpretation of Death and unrequited love would be "Call me Trent." Yes, I was Trent Rivers and I had fallen deeply in love years ago in my first year with a stunning woman only to find out that she was only in the game to get her Mrs. Degree with a Professional athlete to keep her in safe finances for the lifestyle she desired. Looking back, that episode had stunted my emotional response to women and warped my possible relationships for long-term love. I guess you might call me lucky. My physical and mental talents were a blessing from good genes from my parents and I had no trouble coasting through college, then later law school. Everyone would always smile at my six foot two frame of muscle and dark looks. I had a quick wit and mental sharpness that instilled natural trust into conversations. I used this to my advantage to the endless stream of women entering and leaving my life. They awarded me a commission as a Jag officer in the Navy and decided I needed some diversion and compelling training. "What a mistake that was," I thought to myself. My Military career was turning out to be a boring series of affairs with hungry secretaries and endless visits to the off base strip clubs. I excelled at the litigation and legal duties and soon realized that this was not what I wanted for the rest of my career. It was at this point of my life that I discovered something hidden in my personality. People called it different words, but the word that labeled me was 'Sadist'. While not truly a Dominant in a D/S way, I did enjoy making women obey me in my bedroom and had a variety of restraints and devices in my 'toy closet' to insure they always complied with my erotic tastes. More than once I exceeded the play past her frantic utterance of the agreed upon safe word for all stop. This earned me a visit from the Police inquiring about nonconsensual sex. I was well versed in the local jurisdiction of laws regarding rape and was clever enough to cover my tracks with recordings and emails. I always won and became more careful for the next times. I glanced at myself in the oval mirror by the door and murmured that I was still "guapo" and the world was my oyster. Adjusting the knotted tie as I locked the house door, I jumped into a waiting taxi on my way to an interview at the local college for a Professor employment. ***THIS IS THE LAST TIME*** The interview went smoothly since my resume was perfect and I exceeded all their expectations. The opening was for 'Attorney Ethics' and I easily scanned the course prospectus and thought this was a slam dunk of a job. The course was for pre law students and it would be interesting to teach to a younger group than I was normally used to associate. The first day of semester classes are always exciting for everyone, Eyes scan each other and gauge their standing, ability and attraction. Eventually all eyes go to the professor and the inevitable shuffling of seating. The eager beavers up front and the bored in the back upper chamber seats hoping to be avoided. The mix of genders seems to be even and Trent smiled at the yearly increase of females entering the law profession. He did notice that the young and beautiful women tended not to career in law or science. So it was with amazement to study the determined selection of a front row seat by the prettiest girl that he had ever seen. He noticed that a cascade of blond curls perfectly accenting her baby blue eyes framed the oval face. Her skin was slightly tan without blemishes, rose colored lipstick and highlighted eye makeup. She could not be over 21 and possessed a body of a centerfold. Her entrance turned every male head in the room and eyes followed her to her seat as she chirped a wonderful high octave, "Professor, is this seat taken?" I could only answer with a lump in my throat and a similar one in my pants. This lovely creature had placed herself directly in front of the speaker stand and I could not miss staring at her piercing eyes and gorgeous body each time I made a statement to the class. It became painfully obvious as I pointed out class assignments and midterm expectations that this lovely blond girl had an agenda with me. Since she was sitting with no one in front of her except me, she would occasionally spread her legs apart and let me know visually that she was not wearing panties under that short skirt. Her slim ankles and curved calves went up forever into the perfect shaven juncture that I had come to love and torment. Her eyes would follow mine as she caught me gazing at her open legs and she would replay with a coquettish smirk and only increase the frequency of crossing legs for me. I had heard of students getting a "leg up in college," but this lovely angel understood the profound affect her body had for persuading for better grades. I knew the severe penalty that was imposed on University staff dating students and was in an uncomfortable erection when the class bell rang. Before she could leave the auditorium, I casually walked up to her and asked her name. "I am Trish," she said in her melodic voice. "My Mother calls me Patricia, but only when I am naughty." "Good" I replied, "we do not have seat assignments and its first come first serve. I am glad you are ambitious about Law Ethics, it can be a very dry subject." It was with animal attraction that she leaned into me slightly while talking, letting the fog of her perfume envelope me. "Professor Rivers, I am sure you will have my rapt attention." I could barely meet her eyes as mine were hypnotized to the exposed cleavage of her breasts proudly exposed just for this moment. I was standing in the same spot as all students filed out of the room and I was reaching into my pants pocket to "adjust" a very stiff cock. My only thoughts were "this is going to be the last time!" It was time for lunch and I walked out to the atrium to the outside seating. I grabbed a box lunch and drink from an outfit called "Nature's table" and sat down privately. Since the Law building was adjacent to the Animal Veterinary Science building, a long line of students and teachers filled the area in common. It was then that I met Carol for the first time. ***CAROL*** Going from a predominantly male Military gathering to a University setting certainly made me wonder why it had taken me so long to enjoy the pleasure of mixed female company. Lunchtime was a delight of feminine charms and I noticed a striking Beauty in a white lab coat that was more my age and in Professor Status. Since seating was at a premium and I did not want to sit on the concrete steps to eat, I noticed a table for two with one empty seat. It must have been my lucky day because seated alone was the raven haired Dr I had seen earlier. I noticed she was smiling at me and offered the chair to me and I graciously accepted with a smile. "Hi, I am Carol, you must be new here? I know most of the lunch crowd here." I wanted to impress her, thanked her, sat down, and asked about her day. Then I asked what she did for the University? She replied " I work in the Advanced lab section of Animal Brain Studies. We are so excited that funds came through for a small Brain MRI machine that we can now track brain functions of animals." "Isn't that radiation dangerous?" I said. She replied with a laugh, "No, Magnetic resonance is non Ionizing and not dangerous, but we can actually see the inner workings of the brain to stimuli." Carol became very animated as she progressed into technical discussions that were beyond me and then she suddenly realized she was monopolizing the conversation and switched to me. "What is a good looking youngish Professor doing at our University?" she said. I was inwardly smiling at her gracious remarks and compliments. She certainly knew how to butter up the conversation, since I always love hearing about me. "I figured that I needed a career change and to slow down from the regimented strict rules of Military life, I thought a University fellowship would broaden my life and I could get back to dating without 10 other uniforms competing for every woman on base." She perked up at the mention of me being single and looking to date. I said, "May I ask if you are married? I do not see a wedding ring?" Carol looked down and her eyes got a little glassy and said, "I guess I have not found the right person yet" We exchanged pleasantries and discovered our common interests in art and music and promised have lunch again at the same spot. Upon leaving, it could have been my mistake, but I caught her looking long at a female student that waved to her in the crowd. It was a long look and my spidey senses were awakened that Carol might be more complicated than a Science Animal Doctor. Fate intervened later that day as I was walking to the parking lot and noticed Carol again in a distressed manner peering into her car window. "Can I assist? We meet again so soon?" I mockingly said. "I locked my damn car keys in the car and don't want to wait on campus security to pop lock the door. I live close in a condo and would you mind giving me a ride to get the second car key?" She said in a sad tone. "Of course, I would be happy to get your car key, we will get you going quickly" The ride to her condominium was short, but I noticed that Carol was a touch talker. I love when a woman unconsciously touched you when talking, trying to accent her point. Carol was lovely and anyone would appreciate being touched by her. We were there in a moment and secured the extra key. I brought her back to the car lot and she thanked me with an unexpected kiss to the cheek. That night I noticed a lipstick mark on my cheek before going to bed and laughed that Carol had done that on purpose. Perhaps marking her prey, I thought. However, a stray thought of Carol tethered to the bed frame flashed across my mind and I wondered who the prey was? ***ANIMAL CRACKERS*** The rest of the week went by normally. However, the cat and mouse game of teasing, arousal and voyeurism continued with Trish and I. My new career would be destroyed if I gave into my new urges to put this bitch in her place and make her pay in naked splendor on her knees to me. I actually tried to avoid her overtures to me then realized that some sexual signals are impossible to ignore or erase. I was almost over the edge when she opened up her legs to me and I realized she had sewn in a tiny led light inside her short skirt in the area over her sweet pussy. When she saw me glancing in her direction, she triggered a switch that brightened up her upper thighs and revealed a lipstick arrow with the word "yours" pointing to her pussy lips. Quickly she turned it off once she noticed my face turning red and my words stuttering as I vainly tried to lecture to the class. "That did it," I thought, "she is going to pay for that trick!" As it turns out, she made the first contact after the class session. I considered that no normal girl would go to these lengths to get a good grade and she might be a University Plant used to root out corrupt teaching staff. It became obvious that Trish indeed had the hots for me and that early decision to use her sexuality for a good grade has gone up the chart for more dangerous methods of teasing. Trish followed the university code of rules and asked my secretary for an appointment for counseling and I met her in my office the next day. She was wearing a damn crop top with lower breasts exposed, all covered by a leather jacket that was conveniently unbuttoned after the door was closed. "Do you know how expensive it is for tuition now days Professor Waters ?" before I could answer she said "I have to get a job and sometimes two in order to pay my housing bills and University fees. I really need a sugar Daddy to help me." Then she pulled out a campus unlicensed newspaper with backpage listing of available services. She pointed to the large ad that said in bold letters "GIRLS R US, college girls available for generous Caregivers, call now." And Trish pointed to a name and code that said "Patricia 329" "What? Is that you?" I anxiously replied as I felt this conversation taking a wrong turn. She replied yes! "But my first job is at the strip club on amateur nights for tips" she chuckled after saying in low tones, "As if I don't know how to handle men! I am no amateur at that!" We had crossed a line in that conversation, she knew and I knew that the devil may care attitude was happening. I wanted her badly, probably more than any girl for years. She had lit my fire and I had to have her. Patience was my virtue and I wrote my home address and instructed her to come there on Saturday night and take all precautions of not being followed or tell anyone. She agreed and I let out a breath knowing that she was going to be used and aroused more than she counted on. I was like a schoolboy on his first date Saturday waiting for her to show up. The doorbell rang and I ran to the door and hurriedly opened the door only to see a very hairy Amazon Delivery guy holding a package for me. Then I heard that devilish laugh behind him from Trish playing a trick on me. "You thought maybe it was Donald Trump? Well it's just little ol me!" There she was, blond hair in a pony tail, latex outfit very tight accenting her curves and her hard nipples poking through the material. All this and perched on 6 inch platforms that make her eye level with me. I invited her in and heard the click clack of heels on my tile floor. Her perfume was to die for as I stared at her ass as she walked into my house. She turned to me, put her arms around my neck and said, "Okay lover let's get to it!" I smiled and walked her back to my second bedroom and my personal playroom. Upright in the corner of the room was my own St Andrews cross. It was perfect for attaching restraints to wrists legs and waist to the wooden structure in pure lockdown. Trish didn't seem to mind the performance and quickly shed her clothes. I did notice that she had nipple and labia piercings that I had never noticed before, "Girl you are naughty, but I already knew that" I said as I also stripped down and laughed as my super hard cock sprung out of my trousers like a coiled snake. I stuffed her flimsy panties into her mouth until she almost gagged and could only mumble. Then I laid out some special toys for tonight's performance. The standard blindfold, nipple clamps, Hitachi vibrator and two new items. I wanted her to feel pain to make the pleasure all the more better so I purchased Breast bonding rope and violet wand used for low level electrical stimulation. I must admit she did not cry out when I bound her breasts in circular tightness till they turned purple with bulging nipples. Only when I used the electric stimulator did things get out of control. I should have used more vibrator and less electric current. The night turned ugly and instead of a happy client, I ended up with her crying and shouting at me "you did not stop when I asked you!" Trish abruptly left and would not answer her cell phone messages from me. The next day in class, she did not attend. I thought she was really pissed at me then and might report me. At the end of the day I walked to my car and saw Trish and Carol sitting in a car talking to each other. I had no idea they knew each other. I walked in their direction but only to hear the screech of tires as they spotted me and drove away in a big hurry. The school had a mandatory two day Holiday and no classes were scheduled. It was going into the weekend and would be a long time off and I wanted to use it to relax. However, my computer was buzzing with a message from Carol. I read it and puzzled over the fact that she wanted to see me in person about an important matter and could I meet her? She left instructions to meet at the animal lab which was odd since I had never been there, she gave me the electronic key code and said security would be advised and ok to enter. I arrived on time and did not see anyone on campus. The animal lab door opened to the key code and I walked into a fancy room full of electronics and wires. Before I could turn around, I felt a gas mask put over my head and I breathed in and felt woozy, then slumped to the floor before I realized it was knock out gas. I slowly woke up with a headache, found I was naked, and strapped to a gurney at the wrists and legs. My eyes cleared and I looked to the side of the bed to find Carol attending to an IV bag that was attached to my arm veins with saline solution and a portal for injecting drugs. "What are you doing?" I demanded. This is kidnapping and you will lose your job because of this. Carol replied, "There, there Trent don't get too excited, I need to explain your new future and you will not be reporting me any time soon." I suddenly felt the warm glow of happy juice permeate my body and I indeed relaxed. "This will help you keep immobile during the procedure; I do not want you moving during the important scan stage." My mind was half recognizing the danger at that point. "Ok Trent, let's discuss some things that you have questions, but not that you will remember them later." "First of all, I know Trish intimately and long before you met her. I am bi and coming off a terrible relationship with a man that cheated on my marriage. I thought that being with a loving man would be all I need and not have to have close girlfriends. But I was so wrong; my Girlfriend was my only salvation to becoming sane from that terrible man." She casually stated this as she fiddled with the IV drugs to me. "Trish is a wild one but has a heart of gold. She really only wants someone to love her and take care of her. Her life has been very hard through foster homes and she survives the best she can making money to further her education to advance herself. That is how I met her. I don't really approve of her escorting and stripping, but it hurts no one." "Then I met you," Carol said with a twist to her lips. "You appeared on first meeting to be the answer to my prayers. I could picture me with you as partners, with advancement through the University system together. We would be so happy. But then Trish confided her seduction scheme for grades to me and she would not stop after I asked her." Carol went on, "then last night she came crying to me saying you were a sadist and did not know when to stop. It scared her and I decided we needed a plan" Please let me show you Plan A as she pointed to the instruments in the room. "I will make this short and non-technical for you. The scientist in me discovered a common brain location dedicated to self-image, and many other behavior locations. It is common to perform an MRI on a brain and see the locations light up with stimulus such as hunger, sex, fear, love. I knew that it was all electrical impulses on the neurons and ganglia making memory and proving gender actions. Today technology is advanced enough to afford incredible chip memory to actually clone a brain onto circuits. But one problem is that it is not saved in an orderly manner, all jumbled and not extracted in orderly fashion." She sighed, "I was at a standstill for many months until an associate geologist inspecting the massive extinction crater called the Chicxulub crater. He bored samples to the bottom of the crater that was millions of years old and discovered a rock substance that had other world properties. The most important property was by applying special harmonic frequencies, the rock would emit it's own similar brain waves and could be controlled by a special written algorithm." "It was a break through moment on my test monkeys to wipe their brains completely, then use the rock with the computer to compartmentalize the information into a usable format to be stored on huge memory devices. I had a brain dead monkey with a copy of its brain on computer memory. I then altered the brain patterns to show less aggression or completely altered behavior before uploading to the empty monkey brain. And it worked!" I was starting to panic by now realizing that Carol was mostly mad scientist and had a revenge agenda with me as the dish. Best of all, once you had an MRI base image, you could load up changes to the program to influence the brain after the upload. As easy as getting close to the subject with a device and entering the specific behavior changes you desire and it only would change that in the subject without other body harm." She said gleefully. "You will be my Monkey Trent," she said, "I hope you like the new feminine world you are going to be introduced to." At this point, I thought she was insane and struggled at my bonds. "Yes my dear Trent, you will not be the predator but the captive from now on." "I have a copy of Trish's brain in the huge computer memory bank ready for upload to you once we wipe your brain. But we can't have two Trishes walking around in different bodies can we?" "The plan is for your brain memory to be inserted into Trish's body and Trish's brain memory into your body. Both of you will need little nudges to accommodate the sudden gender reversal. Trish has agreed to this and looks forward to using your body for more recognition in life with male power and to use it to love me in a relationship we only dreamed about." "Sadly Trent, I cannot have you explaining all this to the authorities and getting me into trouble. You will awake with some memory gaps and special motivations to be a better person and ironically a new girl. Now you go to sleep, sweet dreams...." ***WHO'S ON FIRST? NATURALLY*** The room was not mine. Yet it was. It was like seeing an overlay of two images that were trying to come to the top. I opened my eyes again and saw girly drapes and wallpaper; I closed them and saw my old baseball trophies and fishing rod in corner. Finally rubbed my eyes and noticed that I was wearing fingernail polish! "Fuck! I said and gulped at the high octave vocal sound came out. She did it!, I thought as memories started coming back to me" I was naked in bed with no memory of getting there. My first reaction was realizing I was in someone's body and it did not feel right. I jumped out of bed and fell immediately. My legs were shorter, my chest heavier and my ass wider. It took a moment to adjust my muscle memory to my new center of gravity. I ran to the Mirror and screamed! Then Trish screamed back to me! This was impossible! My head hurt and I was getting conflicting emotions, I was overwhelmed by the newness. I had always been colorblind to certain blue green colors and suddenly noticed my color vision was better and shaper. I wanted to explore new sensations and body feedback. "Jesus, I have never been cold before naked and now I am freezing," as I donned a robe that looked like it would never fit me so small, yet fit me perfectly. I looked down at impressive cleavage and said, "Later girls, we will check you out later." I sat down and tried to sort out what happened to me. I went through my purse, panic at saying 'my purse'. In addition, broke out laughing at the goofy picture of Trish on her license. "Wait I thought, that is me now! Not accepting the thought of a body swap." I sighed at finding both birth control pills and a condom. My bank account was on the computer and it took me awhile to find the written down password on a post it note . 'Shit Trisha!' for the security violation and the fact she only had $ 1,900 for the month to pay for food, rent and fun. I was trying to remember what my old girlfriends had trouble with in life versus a man's world. Let me see, 'pickle jars, reaching upper cabinets, changing tires, plumbing, electrical repair, no mumbling, periods, abortions, fear, talking 25% more than men, talking about masturbation, clothes. OMG! First things first. I must call Carol to reverse this damn predicament I thought, but what is her number? What is the unlock code for my phone, Where is my phone? Why does my head hurt to think? It's almost like the information is in drawer in my brain but I can't open it. I put on an outfit quickly and of course first thing had trouble with the bra, something about putting it on backwards and spinning it? And why no flap in the panties and remembered why. Jeans and t-shirt and car keys, But what was her address? Thankfully, the car gps had a memory logged into it and I arrived shortly after. Carol casually opened the door and gave me a long look, studying me in detail before speaking. Before I could speak , she said "Hello Hon, you look so sexy, I love the way your nips poke out of the t-shirt.," that deflated me completely of my anger and she continued, "It's hard getting oriented isn't it? Especially without a cell phone?" She was right! She said, "Come in and let's do a little experiment." I followed her in a strangely meekly manner without any anger. "Ok, the human brain is a marvelous organ, it recovers quickly and relearns just as fast. I am proud of you and by the way, you know I am Bi and always had a natural attraction for your body you possess?" I tried to comprehend the consequences of that statement just as she said, "you have known your name all your life but please tell me out loud or better yet write I on this piece of paper as if you were writing a check." I wrote the name Trent all my life and heard it in my mind but the actual sound word came out, as "I am Trish!" Moreover, writing it was even harder; the result was curly cue arches of girly letters with the name Trish. I was defeated! Carol stated, "Memory is composed of long term and short term recall, but I have modified the process for erasing and adding features to ease you back into society. This will be very important as you go to your current work jobs." What? I said, my job is teaching, uh, teaching uh something about Lawyer Edicts." That got a smirk from Carol. "Dear, I know that body and the last thing it wants to do is Lawyer talk, more like Lawyer sucking." "But, but what about getting my body back?" I almost cried which I have never done for years. Carol replied, "I can help getting your memory back for your computer, friends and passwords, but we will not discuss getting your body back until I find that you have changed your perspective of compassion to others." Then she went to her computer and I saw a weird apparatus with wires going to a glowing rock, suddenly my head stopped hurting and I knew my cell phone password! "Gah," I mumbled, over 50 messages from Friends I barely remember as ghosts, and two important "call back immediately" at a strip club. Oh God, I thought, there is no way I will dance naked in front of men. ***DISCOVERY AND RECOVERY*** I woke up the next morning, stretches and yawned. I found I was looking through a mass of spaghetti strands of blond curls. I had the worst Bed Head ever and remembered that I was not the same body as before, That explained why I slept on my back for first time in many years. Peeking down at my pj top, I saw the cute pink areolas with the reddish nipple tip pushing out my material. It was so surreal, that I had a flash back of seeing my girlfriend get up in morning and me sucking on lovely swollen nipples. However, it was now me, I had the equipment of a 21 yr old female now. In addition, why in the Hell would Trish want to lose 20 yrs. using my male body? I guess it does not matter if they could have immortality utilizing brain dead medical bodies. I would hate to think the ethical consequences of someone abusing the process. "Ethical? I thought, strange I would say that?" I could not remember a damn thing about Lawyer edicts or Ethics now. I turned on the morning tv news and settled on a channel with a square jawed talking head that looked like he was recruited from the Marines. Nevertheless, I did not change the channel and got irritated when the commercial advertisements came on. God! Something changed I thought, many times I would turn the news on just to see the cute weather girl, now I could care less. A switch had flipped in my brain because of Trish's memory creeping in or because Carol had fiddled with my deepest brain memories of gender attraction? The message said to be at the club in an hour because of staff shortages and the manager would guarantee a bonus over ride on all tips. I was very compelled suddenly, to discover the curiosity of why I wanted to fulfill the need to be admired and spoiled. Also to be paid like chattel for the pleasure of another. It sounded like Fun and sexual teasing with a payday. I grabbed my clothing bag of tiny bikini wear and was out the door. The door attendants recognized me and whistled with a, "Hello Sugar, looking hot!" to my amazement. I could not remember any of them. I did manage a Blush, which they thought was priceless! Then the pit boss walked up to me and gruffly said, "Fix your hair, it looks like you just got out of bed and put some perfume on, I am putting you in the champagne room. You know the rules lap dance and they can touch your ass but you keep the bikini top on unless they buy the Magnum expensive drink set. They get the alcohol you get the fake stuff. I catch you jerking or fucking and you are banned, is that clear?" I suddenly phased into a meek little girl with a response of, "Yes sir!" And wondered why I am acting the way I am. I am excited but scared shitless? My entire life has been changed! I scurried to the dressing room and encountered a room full of half-naked dancers in all stages of makeup and dress. I heard a, "Trish!!" behind me as a pretty redhead gave me a big hug, the memory of the name "Crystal" came to mind and I listened to her. She said "there is a pro football game in town and a bus full of drunk jocks plan on spending a ton of money tonight. Good luck sweetie!" The night was going so well I was enjoying myself. I looked at myself in the mirror as I worked the pole then did lap dances as they bought the overpriced champagne., I was really beautiful and so sexy, blond and with curves, it could have been a lot worse I thought. I was feeling so Narcisstic and selfish looking at myself in the mirror that I did not notice a nice gentleman come up and ask politely if I was free for a dance. He was so nice I could not refuse. He stated that he was recently divorced and had not touched a woman in over a year and that I looked great. While his name was Tony, he admitted he did not have a lot of money to continue the dance and I thanked him while noticing the pit boss glaring in my direction. I just waved at him and he shut up. It was not long before the jock team showed up and I was selected for private dances. The night went on and the alcohol flowed with money and many tips. The pit boss had to take a piss and left the door station. As if on cue, one of the Players, a big drunk guy, pulled off my top and I told him that he would have to pay for the 'extra' size magnum champagne for that privilege. He looked at me and almost snarled at me saying "I take what I want," then unzipped his trousers and pulled out his long thick cock. He then grabbed my hair, forced my head onto his cock, and said, "Suck!" I was struggling and shouting but no one was helping Me. I was being slapped around and noticed a figure from the side of me in the shadows. It was Tony and he pushed me aside and did the most amazing kick up hard into the exposed balls of the football player who now howled in pain. The big guy, dropped to the floor holding his balls and mumbled, "I will get you for this!" Tony grabbed my arm and said, "Let me take you home. You do not want to deal with this jerk, he will only give you pain." I went with Tony. As promised, he dropped me off at my place and actually waited until I locked the door to know I was safe. What a night! ***THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES*** It was weird to wake up without a hangover. Good thing those dancer champagne cocktails had no bite to them. My bikini and purse were in the corner where I had left them. My purse had over $ 2,000 in tips. A very good night, which doubled my bank account in one night. I thought about Tony and still do not have his number or address. However, he now knows mine. I really needed to solve my body snatcher problem and find out how to get back to the old normal. While the cute female body was cute, I could see it being a liability unless I had a protector in this world. Everyone looked at me as if they wanted a piece of my flesh and it was creepy. I checked my phone for messages and saw many texts from the girls at the club and it made sense from before who the ghosts were? They all were worried about me. Suddenly, as if a bolt from the heavens, a thought came to me! The last two days I had completely forgotten about Trish in my former male body. Carol must have manipulated my short-term memories to make me concentrate more on the change than the recovery. I know that she had changed deep-seated feelings in me about opposite sex attraction. In addition, each day my familiarities with makeup, hair styling and even the way my hips automatically swivel when I walk have been accented naturally. Having breasts and no cock were ingrained in my mind now and I noticed with horror that I even take out my makeup kit during the day to touch up features. Also, I noticed that I was not so quick to anger lately and had not one mental urge to use someone in a fetish way. I freaked out with memory yesterday of giving money to the homeless man on the corner. In all my years as a man, I had never given charity to anyone, thinking they deserved nothing because they had made their own life. Other than the jolting realization that I no longer had upper body strength and will forever depend on others to reach high places or lift heavy objects for me, I knew I could use my cute body and mind to persuade others to help me if I was nice and did it in a seductive manner. It was definitely a feminine self-inspection knowing I had some power left. In addition, the exquisite nipple sensitivity and the wet arousal were not that bad. My arousal index was higher than in my male body, slower to peak but more intense in the orgasm. In addition, I noticed that my vagina was singing to me all day lately. It was not as obvious as a stiff erection but still good at pleasure inducing. I had never until now been concerned with fashion over practicality, or style over function. However, a completely new world of symmetry and color tones was open to my inspection. I am just sorry that the color blindness that kept me out of flight school, could not be overcome by Trish now. Wait, was I now settling into this role? I wanted to get my old body back but inwardly giggled at the thought of me staring at my reflection in sidewalk windows as I walked by. My skill sets had changed dramatically. I could no longer play chess or calculate the odds of a major league baseball team winning the super bowl or was it the pennant? However, I could sew and arrange outfit pieces into a sexy result. I was expert at watching other women try to out maneuver me in power conversations and complimenting them and agreeing enough to get my point across. It was another world of philosophy and word bantering that escaped me as a man. Nevertheless, I still cannot get over the eyes. Eyes everywhere were on me, I noticed almost every man would glance and smile at me on the sidewalk. I would catch them in the window reflections turning and looking at my ass as I walked by. It was constant attention that I must learn to live with and luckily, I was comfortable with it. Not enough to walk a dark alley at night by myself but I knew I could handle a verbal situation in every case. I sat on a park bench and not soon after, an older man with his elderly wife shared the bench, they were holding hands and very affectionate with each other. I was smitten with the fact that they had enjoyed each other in the passage of time and still wanted to be with each other. I was secretly jealous that I had allowed my life to be altered to a lonely existence because of some mistaken analysis and wrong expectation from a puppy love affair long ago. The Older Gentleman looked at me and said, "Young lady, God gives you one life and it's up to you to make something good out of it." My jaw dropped. Little did they know they had made the right choices and I did not, but perhaps given a second chance to be a better person? I smiled and was about to answer him and felt my Cell phone vibrate a message in my purse. I looked down and frowned at the sender. It said, "Please respond to your message box directed to Patricia 329" ***GIRLS R US*** I remember Trish telling me about her second 'job' of using Sugar Daddies for college girls. There were not any concrete memories about interactions in the past so Carol must not have activated those thoughts during the memory transfer. The cell phone message came as a shock. I was feeling good about myself and was hesitant to be thrust into a dangerous world of escorting. Trish did tell me that a college friend of hers introduced her to the service. Rich men from out of town would fly in for business and want a perfect doll on his arm to show off. Sex was an option but not a requirement. My friend said that the clients were so rich that they would pay for an apartment for the girl to insure her availability when they would fly into town. I know Trish was struggling financially but she never mentioned that she was in contract with any client. Once again, my hormones of this body were reacting to the thought of meeting an exciting strange man. I cursed Carol again for changing my sexual viewpoints. Damn it! I was a man stuck in a young woman's body. Although, I realized that I had evolved into something more than that. The message box was short and demanding. It said, "If you dare to learn more, meet me at the back table at 8pm at Ruth's Chris steak house on Walnut Creek road. I will be wearing a red tie and red handkerchief with a dark suit. Your life depends on it." I was taken aback by the last sentence. It sounded so extreme and I almost decided not to put myself in danger. But my silly girl brain wanted to go as I realized I was unconsciously playing with my nipple rings through my top in excitement as I read the message. It was still early and I had time to go home to freshen up and put on a sexy dining outfit. I also reached into a locked drawer to recover the item I had discovered on my first day. My small hands reached in and picked up a Sig Sauer P238 hand weapon. It was immediately tucked into my purse for safekeeping. I can only imagine that Trish had a hard life and her jobs meant she met some shady characters. I did not want to be a statistic tonight. The taxi showed up on time and I gave the driver the directions to the steakhouse. I looked at myself in the mirror and appreciated the updo hairstyle I was wearing, I showed off my unblemished skin and sparkly dangly earrings. I had found one of Trish's push up bras and looked down at my gorgeous breasts with ample cleavage. I wore a short black dress with dark sheer stockings and very high heels. I gripped my purse reassuringly and felt the cold hard metal of the small pistol. However, I did not want to think about that. The door attendant opened the taxi and I noticed he never looked at my eyes, only looking at my legs and breasts. Then I walked nervously into the atrium of the Restaurant and was asked if I had a reservation for tonight? I answered, "I am meeting a friend and need to look to see if he was seated." The Maitre d showed a scowl and replied, "We don't allow unescorted women to search the tables, and do you know his name? I can notify the wait staff." At this point of the standoff, I reached in my purse of the stack of twenty-dollar bills I received as tips from the strip club and peeled off a large denomination. I folded it, placed it on the light stand of the Greeter, and said, "I am sure you will allow a lady to travel across the dining area to reach the ladies room?" He then smiled at me and said, "Of course Madam, we hope your enjoy your dinner." I walked in and surreptitiously inspected all the tables for my mystery man in the dark room only lit by candles. He was not there. Suddenly I felt the pressure on my bladder and decided that I indeed needed to visit the ladies room. On my way there, I noticed that there were two dining rooms and I had only inspected one. Sure enough, in the corner was a very handsome well-dressed man with a red tie and red handkerchief. I gasped! It was Trent! It was my old body! "Hello Lovely!" I heard the deep bass sounds from my old body and stopped me in my tracks. "Please sit down and join me," he said as he pulled a chair out for me. "I have been anxious to talk with you and pardon the intrigue getting you here, but I know you were curious." My eyes got wide and I replied with a, "Thank you Trish." He replied with smirk on his face and said, "Please realize that you are Trish now and I am Trent and expect to be addressed as such." "Yes, yes of course," I said in a small voice as I felt the shift of the conversation going to Trent with his command. "I have to explain some things to you Trish." Then I listened to him while staring at his clear blue eyes and thought I must have been so handsome and charming to all the women in my life. Then I remembered that I did not exactly treat all of them with the respect they deserved. "Carol and I have come to a final decision that affects all our lives from this moment on. We are in love and very happy with me being the man and she the wife. As you know, I had suffered a lot in my teenaged years and always wished I could be strong and confident as a man. Instead, I was turning out to be a drop dead gorgeous Bimbo blonde- haired person that was on a fast track to an early death. Fate had a way of interceding with you entering the picture. Carol was super- secret about her lab experiments in fear of Government stealing it for nefarious purposes. Then you forced her to use it to solve the riddles in all our lives. We had a surveillance camera hidden in your house and a tracer clone on your phone to listen to all your conversation. We are happy that Carol's behavior modifications have made you much better person. You are kind, considerate and loving now without a trace of the bitter sexual predator you used to be. "Please know that the upload of me into Trent's brain was not a chemical imbalance but a psychological wiring problem easily erased by Carol's device. I feel great; I am happy and strong and miss some of my benefits when I was in your body. We know that there are numerous brain dead accidents admitted to hospital of all ages and genders. Carol has enough money and influence to arrange for a body Swap if ever needed. When I am 94 this may be an option, but all I want to do now is grow old with my love Carol." My mind was blur of contradictions. So many troublesome ethics affected by society normal by this ability to swap. I looked at Trent so happy now. I was never satisfied and as happy as he is now. I am not sure I really want to live the life of a woman till I die but for certain, I have been having a wonderful time and happier than I have ever been. He noticed my mind wandering and said, "Let me offer to you a nice dinner while we are here, go out dancing and kiss goodnight and live our new lives." The dinner was terrific aged steak and fancy dessert, dancing was fun and Trent kept telling me that he was supposed to lead and it was better. The kiss turned out to be passionate to the point of my hot body losing control and me dragging him to my bed for one last good-bye love making session. God it was so hot to be filled up and satisfied by him. ***EPILOGUE*** Everyone turned out happy it seems. I ended up finishing college and had a knack for business. I started a successful lingerie business just for strippers with unique removable panels in the best styles. It was an immediate hit. I get Christmas cards from Trent and Carol from all over the world. They love to travel as much as I like to stay home with my two children. Yes, not long after Trent married Carol, I got a visit from an old friend, Tony! We renewed the flame of desire and I discovered what I had been wanting all my life. That is, to be loved and desired with respect by a partner forever. Fin