L i f e The sedative had taken effect. Her eyes signaled deep rem sleep and it was time to begin. With the timer set, the lever was drawn that would begin the countdown to make the switch. If all went well, Our minds would be switched. After adjusting myself in the reclining chair next to her bed, I noted the countdown timer. A few seconds remained before the marvel of technology would trade my conciousnesses with her's. I decided to take a final look across from me at the body I would soon inhabit. Long sandy blonde hair carressed the face of my beautiful roommate. The sheets draped gently above her underwear only clad body and pronounced every inch of her curvacuos presence. Then without warning it happened. The sensation of falling and total black. Awareness faded only to be gradually replaced with a cacophany of information. Suddenly I was aware that something had happened. The automatic computer "ping' of a successful switch was the first thing I recognized. I anticipated the next few moments eagerly. First sound would be restored along with smell, sight and touch. Although I was inwardly excited, my new body was not responding. The numb feeling began to wear away and I did my best to remain calm as I aclimated to my new form. I laid motionless in the bed, warming up to my new senses. First the gift of smell embraced me. The citrus perfume that hugged my new female body gently blessed my nostrils. After drawing in the sweet aroma in two deep breaths I became aware of light and shadows. Within a few minutes sight was restored and with that touch as I gently rubbed my eyes. Now I was suddenly aware of my heart beating rapidly. With the switch now complete I felt anxious to move to an upright position and observe myself in the mirror. But I did not. Instead I closed my two hands together, flexing them. Confident that I had regained full motor control, I began to carress my new middriff. Then slowly my new hands found there way to the two fleshy globes on my chest. I had always admired them. A glimpse here, a stare there. And now they were all mine! The breasts felt ever so soft to the touch. Tingles of pleasure coursed through my body and I let out a brief moan. Oh how I loved the sound! I moaned again and again with varying intensity while massaging my covered breasts. I withdrew my smooth cotton tank top and continued rubbing my two breasts together. I felt so girlish! Next I guided my left hand down my tummy and then slowly to my crotch. My vagina felt wet and moist despite the dry surrounding thong. I was immediatley aware of the tight form fitting feel around my now swelling lips. It was an intense feeling of arousal that grew sharply as I slid the thong down and away, sunk two fingers deep inside me. My delicate fingers slipped easily in and out. Now the pleasure was consuming me. My new heart was beating faster, sweat was building on the back of my neck, unsummoned moans were erupting from my mouth. And a smile crowned my face. At the foot of the bed was a mirror that beckoned me. I managed to throw off the sheets and clear a path on the bed. As I rose from my lying position, my breasts jiggled and dropped revelaing their true size. This afforded me a better view of myself and I was impressed. Curvy hips met a tiny waist then blossomed into two ample breasts. My long hair tickled my neck so I drew it into a bun that released as soon as I let it go for lack of a clip. But it was okay. I had other things on my mind. I swung my legs over then off the bed and looked at my old body next to where I had laid. There my roommate slept , oblivious to any change. My actions would not be interrupted for several hours according to the Mentor Device that made the switch. Satisfied, I continued exploring my body. Feet flatly on the ground with my shapely rear on the edge of the bed, I arched my back. And felt the weight of my breats shift. I slowly brought my leg up and was surprised at how straight I could keep it. Then my hands carreseed my smooth shaven leg until again I found my new womanhood. My fingers quickly found entry into my vagina and took great pleasure in tickling my clitoris. I was about to climax when I withdrew and decided to close my legs together tightly. I had heard that women could climax by squeezing their legs tightly so here was a good time to try. I crossed my legs the way so many women do when they wear short skirts. I found it easy to do now that there was no male anatomy to interfere. With legs crossed I found that I could contract the muscles in my vagina. I must have been really aroused because orgasm came quickly and in several waves. Warmth in my crocth area seemed to grow beneath me and I was aware that my juices had emptied onto the sheets. trembling from the pleasure, I rose from the bed and streched. It was time to inspect myself in front of the mirror. Using a towel from the hamper, I gently dabbed away the jism that had erupted from my vagina. It was a sweaty sticky mixture that took a few wipes to remove. Some of it had not drained, so I took a delicate finger and did my best to clean my womanly cavity. When I had finnished and was about to wipe off my hand, I stopped. Almost instinctively I brought the probing finger to my lips. I breathed deeply my musky femmine odor and sank the finger into my mouth. What an erotic experience! The taste was salty, but the sucking sensation and the feeling it evoked were overwhelming. I wanted to see myself more than ever. After a few steps I had reached the full length mirror. In front of me I saw my roomate's body in all her naked splendor. I giggled girlishly and inspected my self. My ass hung beautifully. Legs seemed to hint at the deadly curves of my waist. Breasts had their own unique presence through their weighty feeling. My roommates eyes stared back at me in the mirror and a smirk fell across my face. Oh yes, I was now my roommate I thought. I said her name, now my name to the rest of the world. I pretended to introduce myself to imaginary friends. "Hi Lisa, its Beth." "Hello, this is Beth, can I help you?". I became aroused again at the thought of being her. Speaking as Beth gave me great pleasure. I said my new name out loud several times But felt incomplete. I was not used to seeing her naked. Clothes were defintiley needed to complete the transformation. Turning away from the mirror, I walked toward the closet. Inside were various dresses, pants, tops and shoes. I was eager to try them all on, but paced myself. Chossing what to wear was no simple task. I decided on her burgundy suit. My suit, I reminded myself. I took the hangered clothes and set them on the bed. Next I gathered some fresh underwear: A creme colored lacy front hook bra and a satin thong. since the jacket revealed my upper chest area I opted for an off white mesh tee. I chose black pump penny loafer style shoes and sheer white nylons. Putting these items would take time, i thought. I first slipped on my 34 c cup bra. I managed to capture each breast in a cup before fastening the hook. I still had to readjust my breasts so that they fit properly though. The fit was tight, but I did not mind. I tried jumping up and down to test the support and was surprised to see how much my breast still jiggled. Next came the thong. I gathered each leg and stepped into it. Then I slowly raised the panty up until it met my feminine lips. Then I slowy tugged up so that the fit was snug. It was a queer scene to witness the lack of a bulge in my crotch area. I pulled the thong up higher and the tight feeling returned again. I had to sit down. This exploration was beginning to take its toll and my head was swimming with thoughts. While sitting I took advantage of my position and crossed my legs. Here I was not even dressed and ready to pleasure myself again. The hunger, which usually waned after one orgasm as a male, lingered unsatisfied as a female. With new resolve I set out to continue dressing myself. I was determined to complete my transformation before pleasureing myself again. I slipped the pantyhouse carefully over each leg. I was surprised at how easily my legs entered. In a moment I was standing, freshly clad in nylons, my favorite festish! The cotton gusset was successfully covering my crotch area. My bo legged situation allowed for a very airy feeling down there. It felt very fresh and springy. The lingering vaginal wetness combined with a breeze as I shifted position seemed like minature rewards for everything I did. The cool air in the room also danced gently across my legs as I walked back and forth. In the mirror I caught my rear end wiggiling! Eager to continue, I slipped the mesh tee on. I had a hard time removing the hair that was trapped indside as i pulled it over my head. After a few frustrating moments I gathered my skirt. I was beginning to take her form, I thought to myself. Enjoying each dressing moment, I took the skirt and inched it up my waist. The hips filled the sides nicely. The back zipper coopertated and even prononuced my hips and rear even more when zipped. I rushed to sit down again in with my skirted waist. The mesh tee was untucked so when I sat my middriff was exposed. I liked this, noting the absence of any belly. My breasts were equally prononuced within the confines of the mesh tee and I found myself massaging them. The touch of the mesh tee to the lacy bra and my breasts was so gentle. Not yet, I thought. Shoes were next. Theses high heeled wonders had platform heels for "easy walking", but I had never tried it myself before. In a moment I had slipped each foot into a shoe. My tiny feet fit! The nylons seemed like poor insulation for my feet and it was easy to imagine how sweaty that they would become after walking for several hours. Still nothing could take away from the moment. I glided gracefully across the room with minimal effort. Walking still required a certain level of concentration, but I was uninhibited. Before donning my single breasted jacket I opted for some jewlry. Standing before my jewelry box I chose a ring, a watch and a pearl neclace. The watch went on my left hand easily despite its small size. next I donned the ring. My nails, now long and french manicured seemed to bring out the gold and sparkling light of the ring. Nearly complete with adornments, I gathered the necklace. I enjoyed gathering my silky hair to make room for the necklace on my neck. After a few minutes of fumbling with the hook and eye closure, I succesfuly managed to fasten them. Even though it took someeffort, wearing jeweIry was fun! I was about to put on the jacket when I noticed that my ears needed earings! I was reluctant to wear them for fear of pain, but I soon realized that the pierced style slipped easily through the minute holes in my ears. Satisfied that I had put them on correctly, I continued my garb transformation. Standing before the mirror I realized that I was about to be the complete image of my roommate. I slid each arm carefully through the respective openings and buttoned the front of the jacket. The short 14 " skirt peeked just beneath the jacket. From head to toe I was ready for work as Beth if I so chose. I could not believe it. I was so turned on. Usually when my roommate would walk past, I would avert my eyes so as to be polite. Now I could just stare at her/myself without fear of retribution. My eyes danced accros the image in the mirror before me. I stared at my legs, now long and slender and smooth and sexy. I stared at my perky breasts which were now covered by the jacket. The two protusiuons tented on my chest. As I turned to examine my profile, I notced their pear like shape. Up until this time, I had not concentrated on my facial features. Now I was staring at my face with unusual scrutiny. The large tan face that I was so accustomed to seeing was replaced by a soft fair skinned beauty. Two blue eyes shone back at me in the reflection. A cute button nose sat above my new full lips. Smooth rosy cheeks, now blushed because of my aroused state captured the sides of my face. Atop my head a mop of long hair framed my cheeks and forehead. A little makeup remained from Beth's last application. I was grateful for this because I wouldn't know where to begin. Eyes were shadowed lightly with lily brown. Eyelashes had a little mascara, although only noticeable at distance. If I were to walk outside, there would be no doubt in anyone's mind that I was Beth. I was definitely her now, at least in outward appearance. Still looking in the mirror, I performed what I had always fatasized about doing. Standing face first in front of the mirror, I watched my lips as I said in Beth's voice "I'm you now. I have your ass, your tits and something else..." I used my fragil hands to inch up my skirt to reveal my hose and pantylined crotch. My tiny long nailed finger gently outlined my crotch area. A tiny tuft of brown hair occupied the space that once had been a dark jungle bulge as a male. This tuft peeked ever so nonchalantly beyond the confines of the thong. It seemed to beckon my hand without my knowing. Then full aware I grabbed my cotton/nylon crotch and rubbed the smooth silohuette. The feeling of satiny thong and nylon on my tender womanhood filled me with delight. It was all mine I thought! I stared for a while and marveled. I had seen this before on other women but to look on myself as a woman was quite another experience. I practiced smiling as Beth in the mirror. It was so easy. Then I experimented with other expressions. After a few trys, I grabbed a chair and sat in front of the mirror. Instinctly I leaned forward with my legs wide apart. The image looked odd. No girl would sit like this with herself exposed! The skirt had risen so high that privates were more than visible. I carefully adjusted my skirt and crossed my legs so that my presentation was more appropriate. And then I continued my face play. A picture albulm provided me with a template of facial expressions to perfect. Photos of Beth at parties having a good time made good mimicing directors. I laughed inwardly at the first smile I made. It really looked like one she would make. Images of walking in public and being recognized as Beth shot through my mind. I imagined shopping in stores and walking in public areas. I imagined going to the gym and changing clothes and showering next to other women. I imagined riding the exercise bike and running in place at the gym as my breasts bobbed up and down. And then I realized that these fantasies were my reality for the taking. Instead of wasting time here, I could go out and live them! Next to the bed lay my purse and keys. In a matter of minutes I could be down town shopping or at the gym working out. After pacing back and forth to perfect my high heel walking skills, I settled for the gym. I grabbed the backpack full of appropriate clothing for exercising, slung it over my shoulder and grabbed the keys to Beth's car. My car. I must say that I was reluctant to exit the apartment. I tried to think of everything I needed. Inside the purse was my I.D., some credit cards, keys to the store that I now worked at, some makeup, a hairbrush, a day planner and a tampon. I examined the tampon and thought of some fun that I could have later at the gym. I had everything that I needed! I stepped out the front door and into my public life as Beth. The door closed and I took a moment to lock it. This was harder for me now. The muscle in my arm was not enough to turn the lock. After using two hands I was able to complete the job. As a woman I had less muscle, but there were definitely compensations. As I carefully navigated down the stairs to my car, I thought of the incredbile secret that I carried. The shift of my legs inside the tight skirt gave me so much tactile pleasure. My breasts rose and dropped with each succesive jaunt down the stairs. It felt great to be outside and on my way to being seen. As I reached the sidewalk I looked around for the car. Beth had parked it somewhere out of sight and I was beginning to wish that I had her memories. For now I would just have to make the most of things. A few moments later I had found the car and inserted the keys into the door. After tossing the backpack in the backseat I paused and considered how I should get in. My main concern was not to reveal too much leg. Although I had not seen anyone outside,I was not about to attract unwanted attention. Being a girl has its obvious liabilities. After a moments debate I setteled for hopping in. As I did this my skirt rose way above my upper knee and thigh. I quickly shut and locked the door. Looking down I noticed that my legs had returned to their open stance as I had sat in front of the mirror before. I made a mental note to keep them closed next time, but kept them where they were. I started the engine and suddenly the air conditioning kicked in. I felt a wild shot of air sent to my open crotch area. It felt soothing in the hot car. I relaxed and enjoyed the blower. In the rear view mirror I seduced myself with my eyes alone. God I was sexy! Time to hit the gym. In a few minutes I was at the gym parked and outside with back pack in hand. As I neared the entrance I prepared myself for first contact. The person at the front desk would ask for my ID, so I dug into my purse looking for it. It was in my hand by the time I reached the cute brunette supervisor. "Just getting off work?" she asked. "Yeah! And can I just say I am ready to do the exercise bike?" I said in my best Beth imitation. The words rolled off my tongue naturally. And I really was anxious to "hit" the bike. "Okay, I just need to swipe your id" she said as I passed it to her. When she was finnished she said thanks and I continued on to the locker room. Now this was something. I was about to enter where most men had never gone before. I passed other women on their way out and a few people that I vaguely recognized. One guy that walked past stared at me as he walked by! What a curious feeling. I recognized it as a familiar stare that I had been guilty of on several occasions. It seemed coincdental that I would soon be trying not to do this to the women inside the locker room. At least not in an obvious way. I reached the door to the lady's locker room and took a brief breath. Then I opened the door and walked in. Yikes, I thought! Where do I go now? Beth has a locker, but which one? Should I risk leaving my things in an unlocked locker? How could I have come so far and not realize this! There were plenty of lockers to choose from and a scacre number of people so I decided to chance it. The nearest locker just beyond the door beckoned me. I walked over and sat on the bench and took inventory of my workout outift. I had my choice of a jog bra and nylon lycra runnning leggingd or green addidas running shorts. I opted for the shorts because it was hot. Now it was time to strip! Up till now only a few women had walked past, but suddenly I found myself admist other women. They were just finnishing their workouts by the smell of their salty bodies. I observed their movements briefly and caught myself staring. Just a bunch of women unwinding from their workout. Some were talking about some nonsense topic(something I would have to learn to do as Beth!) and others were combing their hair. None were getting undressed! Guess I am the only one. I stood up and kicked off my shoes. What a relief! walking in those things was easy enough,but flat old terra firma was much nicer. Feeling shorter now, I unbuttoned my jacket and hung it neatly in the locker before me. I reached behind and unzipped my skirt and let it drop to the floor. My hose clad legs rubbed against each other as this happened and I suddenly felt myself reluctant to remove the sheer pleasure. They can come off last I thought. I continued to disrobe by taking of my mesh tee. Again this process proved cumbersome as my hair was caught inside the shirt. Now all that remained was my pantyhose, bra and thong. I felt like a model standing in an underwear commercial. I was enjoying this too much. And then a woman walked past and said "hi" in a casual tone. This sudden interruption shocked me for a moment, and then I continued. Black Jogbra in hand, I unhooked the clasp on my bra and felt my breasts spring free! How wonderful! The freedom of movement was refreshing! But not for long. To avoid any eyes(modesty had set in) I quickly pulled the jog bra over my head. My breasts found new confinement in this device. The were much flatter now and I became dissapointed. I liked how they were purky. Still I did not want to be bouncing all over the place so I kept it on. I reassured myself that the walkcycles would be enough to get them jumping in the absence of good support. I spent the next few moments reluctantly removing my panty hose. The air on the skin of my legs was cool. As I rand my hand down my leg I was thankful that Beth had shaved. Each leg was silky smooth. when I pulled the green shorts up they seemed to glide across the smoothness. In my gym bag, I found some white socks and Nike running shoes and put them on. I was ready to walk out when I remembered that I had a tampon in my bag. I grabbed it and threw the rest of my things in the locker. No one seemed to notice so I continued on. Next I headsed for the bathroom with the hidden tampon palmed in my hand. I entered a stall and closed the door. While inside I sat on the lid of the toilet and unwrapped the tampon. My heart beated with eager anitcipation as I squated above the seat and pulled my shorts and thong gently down. Next I inserted my pinky slowly into my vagina. My pussy was well lubriated and ready for the tampon to be inserted. I slowly pushed the plastic appliactor in and released the tampon inside myself. I could feel part of it around the entrance of my vagina but deeper inside there was no perception. I decided to wiggle it around inside of me and then I felt some sweet sensations. A moan emerged from my mouth to which I quickly coughed to mask any signs of hanky panky. No one responded so I continued with more discipline. The string that would be used to pull the Tampon out later on was hanging just outside of my lips of my vagina. I resisted the urge to push that in also. I did not want to have to go in there after it with my long finger nails. Got to be careful I thought! The tampon was now inside me. After flexing my pelvic muscles I discovered that I could pleasure myself. The underwear showed tiny signs of my warm pussy juice. It felt good to return my underwear to my hips and walk out of the stall. I was eager to stradle a bike. Outside I quickly found an abandoned statinonary bike. In a moment I had stradled the thing and found the right position that would genlty carress my pussy as I pedaled. I started by cycling slow then fast. The setting sun cast a mirror image on the glass window in front of me. I looked great with my hair gathered behind in a pony tail. My breasts looked smaller, but I knew better. The feeling of bike seat and vagina pressed together was wonderful. These feelings combined with the tampon deep inside excited me, although I think the knowledge of a forieign device inside was more exciting than the actual feeling. I began to pedal hard to make the connection even tighter and found that I could grunt free of stares. Everyone seemed to think that I was working out. They had no idea how good it felt! I varied my position and felt the glow of orgasm near. I felt really flushed now. In the glass ahead of me my face was flushed red! I looked spent but deep inside I knew I could go on longer. After 20 minutes I got off the exercise bike to stretch. I was coming dangerously close to orgasm and my panties were too wet! I was definintely going to take them off for the ride home. Sweat trickled down between my breats. This felt itchy and i was eager to sratch with reckless abandon. Being in a public place prevented me from doing so. It was time to shower and leave. When I reached my locker I was to anxious to play with my body in the shower, but instead of stripping down I gathered my clothes and bag from the locker! Thank goodness they were still there! Keys in hand, I exited the locker room and headed towards the main entrance. Other women walked past and I admired their outfits. One woman wore a T-shirt over a blue tank leotard. Her legs were clad in black nylon lycra. As she walked past, her rear end sported a thong that divided each ass most attractively. I want that, I thought. More than that I wanted a fresh pair of underwear! The thong I was wearing was beginning to irritate me. This sexual workout had taken its toll. Then my train of thought was interrupted. I heard someone say "Hey wait!" but I continued walking. Then I heard the same male voice yell "Beth!" I turned behind to see a grunge looking guy staring at me. "Beth! Didn't you hear me?" Whoops! Who was this guy? Think. Think. I quickly responded with something I thought Beth might say. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just really out of it. I had a long day." I said in my best pouty voice. It tickled to talk as Beth, and it was so easy. 'No probelem," he said "I have'nt seen you in a while. I was wondering if we could get together tonight." The word "seen" sounded like it meant something else. I began narrowing down who this might be. It could be Rob, Beth's on and off again boyfriend. For the past 3 years they have had a pure sex relationship. It has worn her down because he basicly fucks her and then leaves. She still hangs out with him though. The sex must be really good. This gave me a tempting idea. I pursed my lips and said softly "What did you have in mind?" My eyes met his and I did my best to turn the heat on. I stepped closer to him and noticed the height difference. He was taller than me and I found myself looking yp into his face. His overall appearance fit well and reminded me of some singer from the Red Hot Chilli Peppers. His response was delayed. I think that I caught him of guard. It had to be Rob. "Wanna rent a movie tonight?" He said. I agreed to have him pick me up at 8pm on his bike and left. I was anxious to see what affect this would have on my new body-the feeling of a pulsing, vibrating machine.. I was even more excited to try out my body on him. I had had sex with women, but never with a guy. What would it be like to have someone, who is strong and muscular take me? To have my legs parted and allow a foreign object enter my pussy? To have done to me all the things that I had done to women when I had sex. Then images of this guy's face appeared in my mind's eye. The thought was a little repulsive. What did Beth see in him? I decided that I was in it more for the sex. Having Beth's life meant enjoying her relationships. This seemed to quell my discomfort. The ride home was quick. As a woman, I drived much more agressively. Like I had something to proove. As I turned to my home street, another car sped past and nearly hit my car. I was enraged. I screamed and shouted "Mother Fucker!" This surprised me! I was so emotional. Could it be hormones? This really bothered me, but I did not understand why. My intellect urged me to let it go. The "woman" part of me was consumed with anger. I was ready to blow! It did not help that I had not completely masturbated at the gymn. I regretted not having cum. Within a few minutes, I had parked and gathered my things. I tried to think of things that would relax me, but it was too hard. I slammed the front gate and jogged up the stairs to my apartment. Once inside I threw my belongings down and ran to my old body. The electronic device next to my old body indicated that Beth was in suspended animation. I keyed the computer to reset the animation sequence so that I could have more time to play. In twelve hours we would switch back, no matter what. I thought of what the consequences might be if I did not return in time for the switch back and shuddered. "Everything will be fine." I said out loud. Besides, I didn't have time to worry. I had to get ready for my date! I walked to the bathroom and instinctively closed the door. Once inside, I stared at the mirror above the sink and took a deep breath. In the reflection was an attractive woman who looked spent. My sweaty workout outfit was so sexy. I lifted the jogbra slowly above my head and felt my heretofore breast release into blissful unconfined space. They hung on my chest like fleshy globes. I loved them. My hands cupped them together, and the image pleased me. I smiled in the mirror and got turned on. I looked demurely back at myself. Next, my shoes and socks were kicked off leaving only my shorts and thong. I inched both short and underwear together. Staring at the mirror, I noticed that my curves were revealed again. My slight hourglass form was enought to get me horny. Both hands scattered over the smooth silky skin of my chest and legs. My vagina felt drier now that the thong was gone. Almost forgot about the tampon! Out it went with a queer feeling. I felt empty and dry down there even more. It would soon be wet again, I thought to myself. Time for a shower. After the water had warmed enough, I stepped inside the tub and grabbed the shower head. The long cord allowed anyone to splash any part of their body that they wanted. I had only one place in mind for it. And not enough patience for it to get there. I spread my legs shoulder length apart and used my forefingers to separate the lips of my vagina. I was surprised at how easily they cooperated. Next, I curved the shower head upwards, so that it was like a fountain shooting water beads up to the ceiling. In a moment I had positioned the head of the showerhead at my crotch area. The drops of water were dripping between my legs now and the sensation both tickled and masaged me. What a feeling. A previus girlfriend had mentioned how good this felt. I could see what she meant. Ever anxious to explore further, I positioned the shower head beneath my vagina at an angle so that water pressure was being received by both the lips and interior of my vagina. The water rose inside me and tickled. I loved the feeling so much that I increased the water flow. It felt so good that I wanted to pee. My clitoris was swollen quite noticeably now. My nimble fingers felt as much. I decided to bring myself to climax. It might take away from tonight, but I hoped it would'nt. Waves and waves and waves of pleasure flooded me. I crumbled to the ground and laughed at the sweetness that enveloped me. The feeling of satisfaction was immeasurable. Having Beth's body, showering with it and exploring all there was gave me an utter sense of contentment. I wanted more! I wanted to feel myself cum again. I would have my chance tonite, I thought. Got to get ready! I finnished showering and used the conditioners Beth had bought for her hair. Their scent along with the other body soaps blessed me with a feeling of femminie freshness. I looked at my old toiletries and scoffed. As I emerged from the shower, I felt refreshed and unsatitated. My body craved sex, and so did I. I wanted to dress quickly, but knew that some preparation was in order. First in need of attention was hair. It sat wet aggainst my neck, an annoying feeling at best. I was not used to having such a mane but appreciatedd the womanly feeling that it afforded me. After i had blown dry my hair, I took care to dry all of my body parts and apply lotion to any dry areas. Next, I gathered some FDS spray and doused my vagina with its odor protection. It was slightly cool at first, but the feeling subsided. I inspected my face at last before leaving the bathroom to get dressed. I left the towel on the floor and walked to my room naked. I enjoyed the feeling of my breasts swaying back and forth. They were connected to the very root of my being. And they were mine. All mine. I stood in front of the closet and admired them one last time before selecting something to wear. As I reached for a black mohair sweater, a strange feeling fell upon me. It was upsetting. As if a dam had unleashed water on a small town and each of the occupants in that town were gasping for air. The memories! I am gaining Beth's memories I thought to myself! 'Yes!" my voice screamed! All her life experiences were flowing through me. I was thankful that I wasn't driving because I had fallen down. My legs had crumbled and I sat there taking all I could in. I found myself remembering times when I was little. Playing with girlfriends that I knew I did not have as a boy. I remembered discoveries of womanhood, my first period. My first kiss. An accident on my bike. My mother and father praising me. My brother teasing me. My sister lending me her favorite dress. How wonderful. I remembered exploring my vagina for the first time. How I had hidden in the bathroom with the door locked and the music turned up real loud. Losing my virginity in my room to a boy that I did not really like. My strong desire to work with kids. I had all of Beth's knowledge. I was truly her now. Now I could apply makeup! How easy it would all be now! Speech patterns, hand movements, relationships with friends were all clear to me now. It was as if a dark veil had been lifted. I never imagined that I would have access to her memories! I figured that I would have to wing it, but now everything had changed! I now knew everything that Beth did. Every thing she had ever done. Her likes. Her dislikes. I had gained her perspective! I instantly knew how she talked, how she thought. Wow! My mind raced in several directions! I thought of how I could be her !00% now. How I could be with Rob tonight and not worry about questions only Beth would know the answer to. I thought of how I could go to work as her and do her job now, with none the wiser. I thought of Beth's, now my, family and the connection with them I shared. I thought of all her friends that were now mine. All the boys I had dated as Beth did not seem to disgust. Instead, I embraced the knowledge of my life as her. It was all mine. I thought some more and realized that she had noticed all the times I had stared at her. She liked it! Her memories of me staring were always proud- like she enjoyed being adored. Now I am her, on a night where much more than adoring will take place. I stood up and looked into the closet again. This time with more scrutiny and confidence. I noticed that my left hand was limply extended in any direction I moved, just like Beth! My right hand, now I was right handed, searched through the closet for an appropriate outfit. I remember what it was like to wear them all. The dress was tight on my torso. The long skirt annoyed me. The miniskirt was too short. The pants just did not seem right. In the drawers I found some lingerie that I knew Rob liked. A tight fitting body suit that excited me when I wore it beckoned my hand. I grabbed it and threw in on the bed. My search continued. I found a metalic nylon mesh bra and matching thong panty and threw it on the bed also. Next I gathered some black thigh-his and put them on the bed too. I decided to go with a jean ensemble. Not a bad choice, I thought, knowing that Rob would not be able to keep his hands off me. He loved this outfit. Or rather, he loved to peel it off. I sat on the edge of the bed naked. For a moment, I remembered other things Beth had worn for Rob. Thoughts of sex with Rob came to mind. In each experience, he would undress me and slowly tickle my vagina with his hands. Then he would... I stopped thinking about it. I did not want to get wet just yet. I had to discipline myself. I put my bra on and inched the thong up. Next I gathered my thigh hi stocking and streched them up my legs as far as they could go. In a moment, I had pulled the soft mohair sweather over my head and adjusted my hair. It needed combing, but not before I could pull my jeans on. The feeling of nylon underneath denim was nice. It was fun to have them on underneath the jeans. Rob would not suspect that I had them on, but as soon as he saw them I knew he'd go nuts for me. Not that the tight fitting jeans would be boring. They hugged my ass and were also his favorite. I liked them too, especially the tight flat feeling they created on my crotch. I found some black platform shoes and inched my nylon clad feet in. I had forgotten to remove my rings and earings, so I took them off and replaced them with a silver ring and matching earings. I always wore them with this outfit. I walked to the bathroom and enjoyed the sound of my feet as they tapped the ground. The dainty shoes made a distinct noise as i walked, quite diffrent from the noice that I was used to hearing walking as a male. It sounded feminine, but a part of me chided my self. Of course its feminine, you are a girl! In the bathroom, I selected some eye shadow, masacara, blush and lipstick. In a few moments I had carefully applied each of these items to my face without thinking twice. Without Beth's mind, it would have taken forever. My hand moved so deftly that in retrospect it was a blur. I had Beth's talent for this sort of thing now. And makeup was child's play. Confidence filled me as I stared at the finnished product. "You are one sexy babe, Beth" I said to myself in the mirror. My lips moved seductively and my eyes looked demure. I wanted sex now! And then I calmed, remembering how much Beth liked foreplay. The lead into sex was just as fun. Thoughts of sex sent a sober thought. If I am not careful, I can get pregnant! I recalled Beth's memories of being on the pill. She had not taken it yet! I searched under the sink and found the compact oval full of birth control pills. I took the appropriate pill and swallowed it easily. Rob was really lucky that I did this. He used a condom most of the time, but there were a few times that he hadn't. And Beth didn't seem to mind. She trusted him. Knew that he was "clean." At least that is what she believed. Good. If he's clean I feel bette about letting him cum inside of me. An excitement grew at that thought. I was going to deliberately have him cum inside of me to see what it felt like. I could remember the times Beth had done it, but I wanted it to be my memory. My experience as a woman. As Beth. I figured that I would probably spend the night at Rob's, so I gathered a few toiletry essentials. I brought them back to the room and dumped them into a backpack. It was getting close to 8, so I gathered my keys and wallet and put them into the pockets of Beth's favorite green jacket. I knew it would be cold to ride on the bike, especially at night. I wanted to bring my purse, but it just wasn't practical. I took a last look at my old body. It was still inert, and the Mentor device reported deep suspended animation. I regretted looking at the machine because it reminded me that I would have to switch back. I did not want to give this body bac, but a guilty concsious prevented me from thinking of alternatives. I would enjoy this night and that would be enough. At least, that is what I tried to convince myself. I left the room and shut the door on the room and the sobering thoughts. I walked to the kitchen and sat at the table. From here I could see outside to the parked cars on the street. The fast fading sun meant that Rob would soon be here. Soon I thought. Soon was now, I thought as the buzzer rang. It grinded on my nerves, but I did not mind. I knew that Rob was downstairs. I could hear his motorcycle. Grabbing my backpack I headed down, paying special attention to the lock on the front door. It wasn't any easier to lock this time, but somehow I managed. As I rounded the steps to the street level, I slowed enjoying each step. My feet gingerly kissed the ground. It was an effort to walk this way, but it was the "walk" Beth did when she was trying to be sexy. I enjoyed the tight jeans and the flatness they afforded on my crotch. The sweater was tickling my mesh nylon clad breasts and my hair was in full bounce. Rob was there to greet me at the bottom of the stairs. He looked at me diffrently then before. It was such an erotic experience. His eyes danced across my body quickly. In his hand was a helmet for me. "If we hurry we can catch this great movie on TV" I took the helmet and put it on. It felt like a mask, but I did not mind. I couldn't hear to well, but Rob could communicate with me. He motioned for me to get on the bike with him. This was the part that I knew Beth liked. The engine hummed a steady beat. As I straddled the bike I eagerly anticipated the bike between my legs. I loved the way it felt- It made me soo horny. I think Rob knew this too because we sat there with the engine idling away. I reveled in the sensation until he interrupted. "Grab on" he said. My feet found the footrests easily and my arms gathered around his torso. It was rock solid! I was impressed. I grabbed hold and we were off to his place. The apartment was not far, but the ride there was long. Rob took a lot of turns. My woman's intuition led me to think was trying to scare me into holding onto him tighter. It was scary, so I did. Most of the time I kept my eyes closed so that I could concentrate on the slight buzz between my legs. When we arrived at his place I was reluctant to get off the bike. I liked the way it , but knew I could get something more personal. He let me walk ahead and up the stairs to his place. Although I could not see, I felt his eyes on my ass. It enjoyed being his object of beauty. I swayed my hips as much as I could, without being too obvious. At the front door he fumbled with the keys, like he was anxious to get inside. The door opened a little too quickly and he laughed. He wanted it. I wanted it. But we played this game. This game of mutualy not acknowledging it. "Go ahead and get comfortable-Want something to drink?" "Can you make my favorite?" I asked. I wanted Rob to make Beth's favorite drink: Bailey's Irish Creme. I wanted the taste, even though I had never even tried it. Only Beth's memories let me know it was a good drink. And It also told him that I wanted to get laid. Beth didn't drink if she did not want to play. "Yeah." Short and sweet. He got the message. I set my backpack on kitchen table and took of my jacket. I caught Rob staring at me so I decided to turn it up. The television was on, but the sound was muted. It was the old kind of television that had the analog dial. It meant I would have to walk over to the set to make it louder. I went over to the TV and bent down to play with the dial. As I did, I felt my jeans dip. I knew that he could see the back of the thong I was wearing. It was his favorite pair of lingerie. I liked playing this game. "Oh, can you see okay?" I asked. No answer. Just a stare. He's enjoying this too. The drink was ready so he brought it over and we both sat on the couch. As I crossed my legs, I was reminded of the nylons I was wearing. I was anxious for Rob to see me in them, but knew that it was too soon. We watched the television, but I did not pay much attention. The drink loosened me up a bit- made me giggly, which was a good thing because the show the show was really bad. I laughed at all the things Beth would think funny and managed to talk about the things she would talk about. I was buying time. I wanted Rob to make the first move. My patience paid off. He leaned over and asked if he could tell me a secret. I did not know what to expect, but I leaned over anyway. "Move your hair. " He said "Its in the way." I did and he got really close. He put his left arm around me and his right hand was on my breast when he sunk his tongue in my ear! What a shock! It felt soo good. I was putty in his hands. His hand squeezed and masaged my breasts as he probed my ear with his sweaty warm tongue.. I was reacting all over. I moaned a pleasurable moan which only goaded him further. I crossed my legs tighter and felt my thong ride up. My eyes closed to capture each motion. It had begun. A familiar dampness erupted from between my legs. I was so horny now that I could have jumped him right then and there. I did not stop his advances. Hands squeezed and rubbed my breasts and soon it became uncomfortable to sit with my legs crossed. A part of me yearned for contact in a most urgent way. I stradled him as he sat back on the couch. It was a rewarding position. Even though we were both clothed, I could feel him at attention. A bulge pushed against the flat of my groin and it made me greedy for more. Now Rob had both hands on my ass as I nuzzled at his neck. I knew that he loved it when Beth did this. It was easy and it gave me an outlet to release my pent up energy. Each aqueeze was enough to make me purr with delight. The tension mounted as I slowy removed my sweater. Rob buried his head deep between my breasts. With each hand he cupped them and kneaded them. It hurt a little, but I was too excited. Here I was with Beth's boyfriend- my boyfriend, about to sleep with him again, but for the first time. He wanted my body and I certainly wanted what he had to offer. Rob never took his eyes off of me as he removed his shoes and pants. When he was finnished, all he had on were boxers and a tank top. I still had my jeans on so I decided to match him. i kicked of my loafers easily, but the jeans took some coaxing. They did not come off as easily as they had gone on. Maybe because I was excited or perhaps because that was how they fit. It did not matter. My mind was elsewhere. Rob grabbed me and I shivered, a combination of cool air and warm touch. My nipples were so hard now that I welcomed sex like it was going out of style. It was like Rob was on the same wave length. He got close and I wrapped my legs around his torso. He stood and carried me to his room. Rob kicked the door closed behind him and we both fell to his bed. I laid on my back and he on his side facing me. He quielty asked if I missed him and instantly I knew. Beth had missed him. So much that she had even pleasured herself to the tune of his memory. Normally, Beth would never share such a private moment. But then Beth was quite normal tonight. "Rob, would you like me to show you how much I missed you?" I asked. He nodded his assent and I began to recreate Beth's private pleasuring. I described where I was and the time to take him there. "Its late and we have just ended a really long conversation on the phone. My roommate is asleep so I go to the bathroom. I'm only wearing a Nightie so I tread lightly. Once there, I close the door and turn on the loud fan so that I can have some privacy." Rob has his eyes closed as I describe this to him. I feel naughty for sharing, but am not thinking of the repercussions. It's having the right effect though. Rob has a huge bulge digging into my side, inspiring me to be more descriptive. "You talked so dirty that night and it made me mad. I wanted you there with me, so I took matters....into my own hands" Rob watched as both of my hands rubbed down my chest, atop my breasts and to my stomach and then finally to a rest on my triangular groin. Then I stared at Rob, said "You feel so good Rob" and sunk my hands into my thong. My fingers found my slit easily and I was glad to finally make contact. I arched my back and recalled the strong orgasm that Beth had made that night. It was so intense that I wanted it myself. Rob watched and must have wanted the same because his hand was on my inner thigh. "You want me now?" he asked. I barely nodded and he was on top of me inching my thong down and away. It slipped off easily past my silky smooth legs. All that was left was my bra,, but no sooner than I had thought of it, he had begun to take it off as well. His ferocity to remove my bra was unmatched. My temptings had more then gained his interest. It was though he was on a mission. I loved it! I spread my legs wide, said "Hurry Rob, I want you inside of me." Then his head disappeared between my legs. Was he? Oh my god! He's eating me out! It that his...tongue in me! Jolts of energy shot through me and I held him tight. It was all a roller coaster ride. I moaned with Beth's voice to coax Rob to do more. As if on cue, Rob broke away and met me, face to face. His legs head spread my wide and I knew what he was going to do next. I waited for the penetration and held fast. Then, without warning something sunk deep into me. Something unprotected. Something hard as a rock. Something that was so deep into me that I could feel it touch my womb. I shrieked with ecstasy! I had entered into womanhood! My pussy was full of cock and it was amazing! Rob thrusted in and out, in and out as I pulsed with energy. Each time he slid out, he rubbed against my clit. I loved that stroking and never wanted it to stop. Pleasure mounted like a wave. This wave was going to much stronger then the one Beth had made privately. I let it build and urged Rob on. "Fuck me Rob! Fuck me!" I could sense Rob was near release so I let my wave free. It overcame a moment before his. It was fantastic to feel the heat of his body, the strenght of his thrusts and the eruption deep inside of me. It magnified my orgasm a thousand times over. It seemed like was spilling inside of me. I felt each ejaculation as he came inside of me. I tightened my vagina as much as I could to extend his pleasure, but realized that mine would last much longer. Rob was nearly done but I was still coming. Soon he was done and I felt like I was filled with liquid. It was messy when my hand felt around the lips of my vagina. Wet and sticky. He rolled onto his back, spent. I lay there motionless with pleasure that still lingered. He totally fucked me! "God that was good!- You've never done anything like that before!" Rob offered. "Thank you- I like to play" was all that I could say. Rob smiled and said "So you think of me?" "Yes" "Can I watch you next time?" "Maybe." Rob laughed and I smiled a devlish smile. Now that the deed was done, I felt a little empty. I needed to do more with my womanly body. Needed to do it all. I did not want our loveplay to end. Only Rob was spent and he needed time. I did not want to wait. I was ready. Now. I did my best to help Rob rise to the occasion. I still had my nylons on, so I massaged his flacid member with my feet This helped a lot. Rob loved the touch and something was relit in his eyes. Beth had never been this agressive with Rob, but I sensed that he liked it. He looked to me, as if looking for direction. I remembered how he had wanted to do a lot of things with Beth, but she had been too reluctant. Off all the things she would not do, one thing stood out: Anal. Beth had never had anal sex. Until now. "Rob, you want try something different?" "Will I like it?" He had no idea. I got on all fours so that he faced my ass. He was so excited that he closed the distance between us quickly. He bent over me with both hands on my ass. I could feel his member at my anus. It felt huge and I began to doubt that I wanted this at all. I had little time to protest. Rob's first thrust was shallow. It took a little work to get my muscles to relax. With a little persuasion I felt him go deeper. Soon he was as deep as he was in my vagina. He liked it as much as I did. The sensation was different. Pleasure was remote, but it excited me in ways that the other could not. I felt like such a slut. I had done the deed and more. Rob was fucking me in the ass and I had even incited him to do so. Beth may never have done this. There were a few times that she had come close, but never like this. Even though my vagina was empty, I summoned an orgasm. It was having a void filled elsewhere, but just as satisfying. It felt good to be like this. To be ravaged and spent. Soon Rob began to come in my ass and I found his ejaculations to be even more felt. I felt him spill into me again as he slapped my ass and squeezed my breasts. I did not mind. He withdrew and crumbled back on to the bed. I did the same and let another wave of pleasure wash through me. This time we both lay silent for several moments. He is spent and imobile. I imagine his member is quite raw now. I don't feel quite the same, but am winded. I feel a little dirty with his sperm inside of me. In fact, I actually want a shower. "Are you going to stay?" he asks. Now here is a reversal. I feel like this is supposed to be my line, but I recall that Beth hardly ever spent the night after sex. And since Beth and I are supposed to switch back, I feel inclined to leave. I make up an excuse. "I should really go. I have a mid shift at work. Maybe you could call me a cab? I know you're tired. You should get some rest." "Okay." Rob took a moment to play with my breasts. This was awkward. During our loveplay we had never kissed. It was soo... primal. His touch was gentle, but nothing so deep as a heartfelt hug. I sort of wanted that, but did not feel any real attachment the way Beth had. She really loved this guy. Even though I was her, I did not feel the same. While Rob fumbled with the telephone to call me a cab I went to the bathroom. I had to pee so bad. All the bumping had played havoc with my bladder. Out of insticnt that was purely Beth's, I closed the door behind me and sat on the toilet. The stream of urine was strong and pungent. When I was finnished, I took wiped clean my anus and vagina with care. In the mirror I was a sight. My skin was flush red and my hair was out of control. My breasts looked raw and my triangle was matted. A shower would be great, I thought. I settled for washing my hands and face. Still naked I searched the bed and living room for my clothes. My thong was damp, but I put it on anyways. This time the jeans went on easily as did the sweater and shoes. I used a scrunchy from my backpack to gather my hair into a ponytail in time to hear the horn of a taxi. Rob walked me to the door in his boxers and he kissed me on the cheek. Wham, bam thank you maam. Where was the romance? I guess Beth had never truly let thig guy in, despite all the positions and closeness. "Call me" was all he said as I left. Call him? Beth, why do you like this guy? I spent the entire taxi ride home trying to answer my own question. Beth was into this guy because he was part Dad, part bad boy. What a combination. From my own perspective I could not grasp it. Hers was a different matter. Beth would do a lot for this guy. I wouldn't. The driver broke my concentration. We were at my apartment now and he was asking if I was okay. I paid him generously from my wallet and snapped. "I just got laid and it was a little tough on the body." How did that slip? I was certain that he was shocked at my casual tone. I sounded like such a bitch that I was embarassed. Those female hormones of mine sure are powerful! I got out and he drove away. I felt so sorry, but realized that he wasn't going to wait for an apology. I thought some more and realized that getting laid was not all it was cracked up to be. It was missing a great deal of intimacy that lovers, in my humble opinion, are supposed to share. Still, tonights romp was satisfying in other ways. I decided that I was exhausted and moved up the stairs to the apartment. As I opened the door I checked to see if there were any messages on the phone. The red light was blinking so I hit play. The first few messages were for me, that is my male self. The last one had me worried. "Beth? We need you to open the store tommorow. I know it's your day off, but all you have to do is let Amy in. If you can't, give me a call? Thanks!" It was Beth's manager. It was supposed to be her day off! Damn! If I went as Beth to the store I would run the risk of switching back to my old body. The Mentor device only allowed a limited time in a body and I had already extended my stay. But I knew that she would sleep through once we switched so I had to measure priorities. If I switched with Beth she might get in trouble for not showing up to work. If I went to work as Beth, I might be able to open the store for Amy and still make it back home in time. I did not want anyone finding Beth asleep so it was me that would go to work. The sleeping effect was an unfortunate product of the Mentor device. After the switch back, it would "reset" her body and fool her into thinking that she had been asleep. The usual cycle took about six hours. There just wasn't enough time. A little frustrated, I stripped off my clothes and put on Beth's purple silk pajamas. I was too tired to shower and thought it best to sleep a little. I set the alarm and laid down. Within minutes I was deep in a peaceful sleep. I awoke to the alarm and was glad that I had set it. Beth's body was slow to respond and as I stretched I realized that it was sore too. In more than one place. I groaned at my situation, but considered it a small price to pay for borrowing this body. I looked at my old body and checked to make sure all was in order. According to the machine, I had about 4 hours left before the switch. I wished that it could be longer, but was too scared to stay any longer. What I really wanted was a long hot shower. I walked to the bathroom and let the pajamas fall to the floor. The warm water helped wake me up, not to mention remove the funky feeling between my legs and in my ass. Last night had been great, but I wanted to wash it away. I was tempted to masturbate in the shower, but thought better of it. Instead I leathered my body with the sponge and washed my hair. When I was done I felt a lot better. When I had finnished drying I wrapped my hair in a towel and walked back to my room to pick out an outfit. I chose something that I had seen Beth wear once. It was an acetate dress with a floral print and front buttons. You could sse through it if you got close and I remembered how Beth liked the way it flowed. I picked an ivory bra and matching thong along with a fresh pair of creme pantyhose. Putting it all on had become second nature. In a few moments I was done dressing. I had replaced the previous nights jewelry with a pearl necklace and gold ring. The pearls were from my Dad and the ring was from my mom. Beth's parents, that is. It was becoming harder to separate Beth's memories from my own. I found her life to be fully integrated with mine. but was still able to reconcile then. I admired the jewelry and realized that Beth wore this as reminder of her parents affection. It was fun wearing them. It made me feel like Beth and that was fun. Little things like that were small rewards that added up. Like the underwear. I had actually stolen this bra from my sister. Ha! She would be so mad. I knew that I did not really have a sister, but having access to Beth's memories was too much fun to resist. I wanted to go home and enjoy Beth's relationships there, but knew that it would have to be later. I only hoped that I could retain her knowledge. It was getting late, so I put some black chunky heeled shoes and went to the bathroom to put some makeup on. There I sprayed myself with some sweet smelling perfume and finnished drying my hair. When I was done I stared at my womanly image. I had managed to put it all on and with a minimum of effort. My face was picture perfect as was my hair and ckothing. I realized that I had overdressed, especially since I was only opening the store up and could leave as soon as Amy was there. Still, I wanted to be dressed as Beth might. I did a once over in front of the mirror and grabbed my purse. Having the purse on my arm was such a statement. I felt like a woman. Looked like a woman and even had a woman's thoughts. I definitely would miss this body! I left the apartment noting that there was about three hours left. Rushing I headed out to the car and felt the dress flow as I walked. It was tight across my chest, but I liked the feeling. It made me feel like I had a rack. I also liked how I could unbutton a few buttons to make the slit in front more steep. Instead of unbuttoning, I hiked my skirt a bit as I drove. I loved the view of my package. And so did a couple of truck drivers. I caught a few looking down at me, but did nothing to cover my legs. I liked being stared at. Poor Beth, I hope she nevers sees these guys again. Soon I was at work, parked and waiting for Amy. She was supposed to come wait with me until I could get into the mall. The mall didn't officially open to employees for another 20 minutes when I got there. Later, Amy got in the car with me and we started girl talk. She told me that she had been dreading coming to work and was glad that I could be there to help her out. She told me about her boyfriend and wanted to know about Rob. I'd tell her the story- but not all of it. I was more interested in learning about Amy...