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Subject: {ASSM} My top ten (tg) #5 [3/3]
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Now onto the fun stuff

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With a look of understanding, his mom finished, "Women had breasts, 
but men didn't?"

"Yeah."

"Don't worry; you're not crazy."

"You know what happened?"

"Yes, I do.  You see, Peter, you have inherited an ability from your 
mother called, for lack of a better term, shifting."

"My mother?  Aren't you...?"

"Not exactly, although I still love and care for you like you were my 
own Peter.  You see you have 'shifted' into another universe.  What 
were you thinking of just before you went to sleep on Thursday?"

Peter thought about it.  "Lorrie had been complaining about the 
hassles of having big breasts, and I was wondering what it'd be like 
to grow a pair of my own."

"And so you shifted into a universe where you grew a pair overnight, 
and..."  She waved at his chest.

"That's all it takes?  So how do I get back?"

"Happens naturally.  Once a week, you can shift for two days into 
another universe.  Any universe of your choosing."

"Any universe?"

"Yes, sir.  Out there in the infinite continuum of universes, 
anything is possible, which means that everything is happening 
somewhere, and in one of those everythings, there is another you, 
with shifting abilities, who wants to see what some part of your life 
is like."

"I could be anyone or anything?"

"Yup.  You can indulge fantasies, live out the life of a star, go to 
a universe where your favorite movie is the reality.  You could even 
find out what it'd be like to be some creature right out of myths. 
I've been a centaur, a pixie, a mermaid, and even a giant.  I have 
even been a talking, sentient horse."  She got a thoughtful look on 
her face.  "Y'know, it's not quite so significant to say you and your 
father are hung like horses when you actually are horses."  She 
grinned and Peter laughed.

Peter thought about it.  "Is there any way to get stuck in another universe?"

"Not that I'm aware of."

"Oh, okay."

"You sound a little disappointed.  Is something going on at home?"

"It's just these bullies who have been harassing me."

"Samantha and her crew?  They've been giving you trouble in this universe."

"No.  In my universe, Samantha barely looks my way.  No, in my 
universe, it's David and some of his fellow football players who are 
giving me problems."

"David Lewis?"

"Yeah, that's him."

"Hmm.  David never struck me as the football type.  Too soft."

"You know David?"

"Sure.  He's captain of the cheerleaders.  Your father is convinced 
he's got the hots for you."

"He does.  He made a pass at me the other day, then came over and had 
sex with me in front of Jess.  He may even be a transsexual."

His mother got a  disapproving look on her face.  "You didn't know, 
but you should be more careful.  Peter from this world is bisexual, 
but if he weren't, you could've caused a lot of problems down the 
road."

"Okay, but that still doesn't help me with the David in my world. 
Here, he's a homosexual cheerleader with the hots for me.  There, 
he's a heterosexual, bullying football player."

"You sure?"

"That he's a bully?  Yeah."

"No, I mean that he's heterosexual."

"Yeah.  At home, Jess is his girlfriend."

"Ooh, that's got to hurt.  Particularly if you feel towards Jess like 
my Peter does."  Seeing the hurt on his face, she said, "I see that 
you do.  Well, buck up, shifting may help."

"How?"

"You can get a new perspective on people by shifting into universes 
where their problems are more obvious or more accepted or whatever it 
takes for you to see how to resolve things."

"This seems so fantastic.  How do I know this isn't all some weird 
dream?  That I've got this ability?"

"Three things:  One, when you get back, two days will have passed 
with your journal being filled.  Two, I, or more accurately, your 
mother can send you to specific universes.  When I was a teen, my 
mother sent me to a universe where I was born male in order to give 
me a more diversified outlook.  The third thing is that you can 
actually bring others along with you.  Fall asleep with a part of you 
inside them and shift, and they'll shift with you."

"With a part of me inside them?"

"Yeah, best way to handle it is to stick your fingers inside their 
butt, which means you better know them real well."  Peter grimaced. 
"Yeah, I know, sounds icky, but a woman's vagina is too ticklish, too 
much risk of being bitten in the mouth, and you risk hurting the 
other person trying to put something deep enough in the nose or ear 
in order to ensure shifting."

"Okay, but what's this journal you mentioned?"

"Oh, glad you reminded me.  My journal's been such a part of my 
shifting, I forgot you don't have one yet.  Follow me."  Peter went 
upstairs with his mom to her room.  She dug into the bottom of her 
dresser and pulled out two "blank" books and handed them to Peter. 
"These are your journals.  One will be your 'me' journal.  That will 
be filled out by my Peter when he gets back.  When you get back to 
your world, fill it out with personal data about you.  The first 
third of the book should get stuff that isn't likely to change: your 
birthday, a list of family and their names, classes you're in, 
current sexual preferences, friends, girlfriends or boyfriends if 
you've got any, and so on.  The rest of the book should be filled 
with transitory facts: special events that'll come and go, 
appointments, how you're currently getting along with friends and 
family, et cetera.

"The second is your 'others' journal.  YOU will fill that one out in 
as much detail as possible.  Write out what you have done since 
shifting into this universe, including all conversations you've had: 
exact wording if you can remember it, general ideas covered, if not. 
That way, my Peter will know what happened to you.  When you get 
back, he should've done the same for you.  Review his entry.  If 
there're any facts that could've made his time easier, include them 
in your 'me' journal.  And do that for each trip.  Other shifters may 
actually ask for data.  The data may seem obvious to you, but to 
someone who hasn't lived the exact same life as you, it could be very 
necessary, so write it into your 'me' journal."

"Okay."

His mom looked at her watch.  "I'd tell you to go fill it out, but 
you better start getting ready for your sister's game."

"Lorrie's game?"

"Yeah.  Isn't she quarterback in your world?"

"She's not even on the football team.  No girl is."

"Well, on this world, with men having both breasts and balls hanging 
out, they're not really designed for the rougher sports.  Oh, there's 
a guys' football team, and there's guys' boxing, but they aren't 
really the same."

"What about guys in the military?"

"Well, there's a movement to get guys into combat units, but I don't 
see it happening.  Men are just too vulnerable.  But you need to get 
ready."

"What's wrong with what I've got on?"

"Well, pants and a dress blouse would be appropriate, and you don't 
have a lick of make-up on."

"Make-up?  For a game?"

"For the dinner afterwards.  Don't you go to a fancy dinner after the game?"

"Sometimes."

"And don't you get dressed up?"

"Not in make-up.  Guys don't wear it."

"But ladies do?"  Peter nodded.  "Seems one-sided, but you will be 
expected to wear it here.  Don't worry.  I'll help you."

They went to the his and Lorrie's bathroom, and his mom pulled out a 
bunch of bottles and tubes of make-up.  She sat him down and worked 
on his face.  After a bit, she said, "This is fun.  I haven't done 
your make-up since you were in single digits."

"Kids wear make-up?"

"Yeah.  As soon as they're old enough to not eat it, everyone wears it."

"Hmm.  Can I ask another question?"

"Sure."

"How do babies get fed?  If women make the babies, but men have the 
breasts...?"

"Well, from the last month of her pregnancy to the third month after 
birth, a woman's vaginal juices produce a strong dose of hormones. 
When the man licks her out, those hormones get his breasts producing 
milk."

"So you're guaranteed to get cunnilingus at least during your pregnancy?"

"Well, yes, but most men are more than willing to lick out a woman if 
she asks.  The taste of a woman's juices are described as heavenly."

"I guess that's a difference between our worlds."

"Don't men gratify a woman orally on your world?"

"Some do.  Most think it's too messy."

"Well, it is more necessary here.  With men needing to perform orally 
in order to feed babies, it wouldn't be real sensible for it to be an 
unpleasant experience.  But, as a woman with a labia, take it from 
me, if you take the time to learn how to please a woman with your 
mouth, you will never regret it."  She closed up the make-up kit and 
handed him a tissue.  She said, "Blot your lips," and mimicked the 
action.  Once he had done what she wanted, she said, "All done."

He turned and was amazed at the results.  The colors were slightly 
darker than those used on women, but just as subtle.  Small 
imperfections seemed to have faded away and his face glowed with a 
beauty he hadn't known he had.  He briefly wondered why men on his 
world didn't wear make-up if results like this were possible.

His mom asked, "Like what you see?"  Peter nodded.  "Good.  Now don't 
muss yourself.  I've got to go get myself ready."

His mom left and Peter briefly looked over the make-up, wondering if 
he could do what his mom did.  He figured not, but also realized he 
could learn.  He could shift into worlds where he could learn to 
apply make-up or do anything else for that matter.  Of course, at 
only two days a week, things could take a while, but shifting could 
open a lot of doors for him.

He was still musing and pondering when his mom called out, "Ready to 
go?"  She saw him and said, "You forgot to change.  Hurry up."  Peter 
quickly got out of his shorts and shirt and into a pair of pants and 
a blouse.  He grabbed a pair of sneakers from the closet and his mom 
said, "Bring the heels.  You can put those on after the game."  When 
he hesitated, staring at the heels, she said, "Let me guess, guys 
don't wear heels in your world?"  Peter nodded.  "You live in a 
sexist world."  Peter shrugged.  "Push them to the back of the closet 
and grab your loafers.  We're running a little late, so we can tell 
your dad we didn't see them and didn't have time to look."  Peter did 
as he was told and they went out to the car and drove to the field.

Once there, they found their seats, and Peter looked around for his 
dad and sister.  He saw his dad with the cheerleaders, dressed in the 
same sweater and short shorts combo they were.  He was running them 
through some routines.  During a brief break, David caught his gaze 
and blew him a kiss.  Peter blew one back, getting a smile in 
response.

He heard Jess say, "Already flirting more with the new girl?  Should 
I be jealous?"

He turned and saw her big smile.  He joked, "I don't have to flirt 
with you.  I know you're just in it for the sex."

She sat beside him and kissed him.  "Guilty as charged."  She looked 
up to his mom and said, "Hi, Mrs. Wilkins."

His mom replied, "Hello, Jess."  She pointed to the lockers and said, 
"Your sister and the team are taking the field."

Peter watched the team come out.  He noticed that the uniforms were 
far less heavily padded than the men's uniforms of his world.  The 
teams (all girls) ran out and quickly set up.  He guessed that the 
home team's quarterback was his sister, but he really couldn't tell 
under the helmet.

The game quickly got underway and Peter watched with the intent of 
noticing the differences between the footballs of two worlds.  The 
first thing he noticed was that the game as played in this world was 
far less blatantly brutal than the game he knew.  This game was a lot 
more running and more agility based.  He also noticed that the 
passing game was weaker and thus used far less often and tended to 
shorter passes.  The running game was far superior to anything his 
world's high school could offer, and even rivaled some college games 
he had watched.  He watched with amazement and even a little pride as 
his sister (well, his counterpart's sister) deftly wove through 
player collections of the opposing team that he was sure would've 
brought her down, and he cheered as loud as anyone every time she ran 
the ball into the end zone.

At halftime, as the teams left the field, Peter got a chance to watch 
the cheerleaders in action performing some lengthier cheers than 
those done while the game was being played.  Despite it being an all 
guy team, their performance was surprisingly acrobatic, although not 
quite as dynamic as the mostly girl team at home.  But the greatest 
draw seemed to be the same thing as at home, namely watching boobs 
bounce as cheerleaders cavorted about the field.  These cheerleaders 
had another draw, at least for those interested in such things.  The 
bulge in the crotch of each cheerleader was prominently displayed for 
all to see, and, judging by the difference between what he knew David 
had and what appeared to be there, Peter guessed that they were 
wearing padded briefs or shorts to make their "equipment" more 
noticeable.

Curious, Peter looked around at the crowd.  At home, most of the 
girls who were attending the game would've been there as dates of 
guys, in order to ogle the players, or both.  Although he couldn't 
guess why any particular person was there, he did notice that the 
crowd was larger than the ones at home.  Apparently, girl football 
with guy cheerleaders who had boobs was a bigger draw than guy 
football back home.

After halftime and the teams had retook the field, David came up and 
sat beside Peter.  Peter had noticed that homosexuality was far more 
open and accepted here, so he gave David a quick kiss and wrapped his 
arm around the cheerleader.  David snuggled up and asked, "So does 
this mean I'm your boyfriend?"

Jess smiled and said, "Of course not."  When David reared up, a 
little touch of fear in his eyes, she said, "You're his girl, just 
like we agreed."

David snuggled up again, laying his head on Peter's boob and saying, "Thanks."

Whispering, Peter's mom asked, "David, do you think you might really 
be a woman inside?"  David seemed shocked that Peter's mom knew about 
that.  She put her hand comfortingly on his and said, "It's okay, 
dear.  Peter was concerned about what was the best way to help you, 
so he confided in me.  No one else knows.  but if this is real, not 
just some sexual game, then it could be very serious.  Have you 
thought about it?  Discussed it with your parents?"

"I haven't discussed it with my parents, but I have thought about 
it."  He paused, then said, "A lot."  Then he sighed.  "But what girl 
likes being a cheerleader?"

"There have been a few, but your love of a sport classically seen as 
men only shouldn't be what makes up your mind.  What else makes you 
think you might be a woman?"

"Lots of little things.  I'm not real fond of these," he hefted his 
boobs.  "I'm also not as easy to anger as most guys are, but when I 
do fight, god help the other person.  I've got an almost female 
killer instinct.  I also prefer the rougher, faster sports.  I'm the 
only guy on the men's varsity football, wrestling, and soccer teams."

"Sounds like you definitely need to talk with your parents."

"I guess so."

"Do you need someone else to be there?  Peter or me?"

"Thanks, Mrs. Wilkins.  I think I will."

"When do you want to do this?"

"I don't know.  I'll have to think about it."

"Don't put it off for too long, or you may find yourself putting it 
off forever."  David nodded and settled into Peter.  Jess settled in 
to his other side.

About ten minutes later, Peter said, "Sorry, girls, but this boy has 
got to go use the boys' room."  He slipped out from between David and 
Jess and walked to the bathroom.  After he finished with the urinal, 
he wiped himself and put his pants and briefs back on.  He turned and 
was confronted by the Goth queen, Samantha.  Remembering what his 
mother had told him about Samantha harassing him, he grew a bit 
afraid.  "What do you want?  This is the men's room."

Samantha gave him an amused snort and started walking towards him. 
"I know this is the men's room.  I just wanted to talk to you alone."

"About what?"

She reached up and took his breasts in hand.  Despite himself, he 
felt more than a bit of pleasure and moaned.  Samantha smiled and 
asked, "So, does that goody-good, Jessica, put out for you?  With 
tits like these, you deserve a girl who puts out."

Peter almost blurted out a yes, but realized Samantha would probably 
try to use that against him or Jess if she could.  He composed 
himself and said, "That's none of your business."

"That sounds like a no.  So why don't you lose the virgin princess 
and get with a girl who knows how to treat a guy right?"

Peter took a deep breath and grabbed her hands.  "I love Jess, and 
won't do that to her, particularly with you the way you've been 
treating me."

She tried to push her hands back.  "You're not going to hold a little 
harmless teasing against me?"

He stiffened his arms, said, "Yes, I am," and slipped past her and 
out of the bathroom.

He returned to the bleachers and took his seat between David and 
Jess.  David noticed his partial erection and asked, "Thinking about 
us?"

Peter smiled and said, "With the amount I think about you two, I'm 
surprised I don't walk around with a constant hard-on."

Jess asked, "Want to go somewhere after dinner and deal with that?"

Before Peter could respond, his mom said, "I'm afraid Peter has got a 
writing project that he has got to get done.  Tonight.  Since the 
subject has come up, David, would you like to join us for dinner 
later?"

"Yes, I would.  Thank you, Mrs. Wilkins."

The rest of the game passed normally, with the home team winning 41 
to 13.  Dinner passed similarly and before he knew it, Peter and his 
family were back home.  He went straight up to his room, took out the 
"Others" diary and filled out a description of what he had gone 
through over the last two days.  He played with his breasts to orgasm 
once more before bed, then went to sleep.

He woke up to his mother shaking him.  "Time to get up for church, 
son."  He grumbled a bit and tried to hide deeper under the covers. 
His mother said, "Come on, shifter.  Time to get back to your own 
life."

Hearing her mom refer to his shifting, he sat up in bed, his hands 
going immediately to his chest, now barren.  "It wasn't a dream?"

His mom, with her prodigious bosom back in place, sat on the edge of 
the bed.  "Nope.  You have now taken the steps into a whole new world 
of experiences.  Welcome to the world of shifting."  She handed him 
two blank books like those he had gotten from his mom in the other 
world.  "Quickly read through your 'Others' book to get what your 
counterpart did.  That way there won't be any big surprises.  Do it 
fast, because you still have to get ready for church."  His mother 
gave him a kiss on the cheek and left him to his reading.

Peter took the book with 'Others' written on it and opened it up.

************

Greetings, brother.  I figure that's a little better than something 
like Other Me or Counterpart.

This is so weird.  I'm in another world where girls have boobs.  How 
did you feel seeing all those guys with tits?  Mine hadn't grown in 
yet.  Mom keeps saying any day, but sometimes I wonder.

Anyways, on to what I did over the last two days.

Oh, I don't know if my mom made any suggestions about writing in the 
book, but yours suggested I just say 'mom' or 'dad' or 'Lorrie' or 
whatever when referring to people in this dimension.  It keeps things 
from getting confusing.  If I need to refer to my universe's 
inhabitants, I'll say my whatever.

I don't know how long it took anyone to notice you weren't me, but it 
took mom all of about five seconds.  She walked in, I said, "Mom, 
you've got boobs!" Dad came in, said, "Glad you noticed, sport," 
kissed mom, and left.  After he left, I asked, "Where are dad's 
boobs?" and she knew.  She explained about shifting, gave me these 
books, and had me write down my morning.

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Okay, it's after school.  After breakfast, mom warned me about the 
bullies harassing you.  I thought she meant Samantha and her gang.  I 
was shocked when she said it was David and his fellow football 
players.  It really hurt to find out that Jess was following him 
around, even knowing she wasn't my Jess.

The school day was a hassle.  It seems your classes are about a week 
ahead of mine.  I was real glad when I found out that your History 
test was a week ago.  I think that's why I shifted.  I really wasn't 
ready for that test.

Lunch was pretty boring.  In my world, Jess and I eat together. 
Here, I ate with Danny, chatting about the game tomorrow.

After school, I lucked out.  Coach called an emergency practice and I 
didn't have to deal with David.

The birthday dinner mom fixed later was great.  Mom and dad got you a 
portable computer.  (Mom said it was better to keep the diaries 
offline.)  Lorrie got you a new soccer ball.  We had chocolate cake 
with fudge frosting.  Knowing you'd miss it, mom saved you a piece, 
but don't ask for it in front of anyone else.  I'm not sure dad or 
Lorrie knows about shifting.

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Right after the game and dinner.

I don't know about you, but I missed my make-up.  I don't miss the 
hassle of putting it on, but I do miss how good it makes me look.  Do 
mom and Lorrie wear it for everything?

Anyways, that football game sucked.  Sorry if that offends, but it 
did.  To me, it looked like a couple dozen men ramming into each 
other like animals.  Lorrie -my Lorrie- could've run circles around 
all of them.

In the last quarter of the game, I went to the bathroom.  When I came 
out I saw Samantha and froze.  Yeah, I know.  In this world, she 
doesn't even know me, but months of harassment do not go away with a 
casual comment or two.  But she just looked me up and down, then 
smiled and shook her head.  It was almost like she was laughing at me.

After the game, dinner was a modest affair at the steakhouse.  Mom 
and dad chatted about work.  Lorrie talked about this guy she was 
dating, Matt Gleason.  Then we came home and I went to sleep.

Not much for my first shifting, but I didn't even know I would be 
shifting.  Hope yours was better.

************

Peter finished reading the diary.  Compared to his own day, his 
"brother" did indeed have a fairly uneventful day.  He hoped that his 
brother liked what he had done.  He also hoped that he liked his new 
breasts.  Right now, he and his father were having a "first boob day" 
re-celebration.  Peter was glad his brother hadn't missed that.  Not 
being from that universe, he hadn't been able to appreciate the day, 
but he did get the feeling that it was something special.  He set 
down the book and, noticing the time, he rushed to get ready.

After church, the family went out for lunch before returning home. 
Lorrie and Peter spent the afternoon kicking the soccer ball around 
before a Sunday evening Chicken Kiev dinner.

The next day Peter went to school, almost having forgotten his 
problems.  That is, until David shoved him into the girls room when 
he wasn't paying attention.  Luckily there was no one in there, but 
it was still a nasty reminder.

At lunch. Peter ate alone.  He saw David and knew that the older boy 
was planning something mean for his trip home.  He thought about what 
his mother in the other world had told him about seeing people in new 
ways and decided to take a chance on a way to deal with David.

He got up and walked over to Samantha and sat beside her, surprising 
her with his boldness.  She looked at him and asked, "Can I do 
something for you, little boy?"

"I'd like to ask for a little help.  David Lewis has been harassing 
me and I was wondering if I could get a little help."

She looked Peter over.  "And what do I get out of it?"

"What do you want?"

She stared right at his crotch and said, "Why don't you take that 
sock out of your pants and let me see what you've got to offer."

Peter took her hand and lay it in his lap.  "I do not now have nor 
have I ever had a sock in my pants in order to make me seem bigger 
than I am."

She briefly fondled his crotch then whispered, "I'll run you home 
today by way of my house.  If you know how to use that, we might have 
a regular thing."

Samantha got up and Peter watched her walk away.  Yes, this shifting 
could really work great.


-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure, I just like T.V. better."

jrdss@alaska.net
ICQ#37222294
J R D

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