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From: "Jack C. Lipton" <cupasoup@pele.cx>
Subject: {ASSM} What Were You (FM MF MHF tg magic furry)
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Date: Tue, 13 Feb 2007 21:10:01 -0500
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Author: Jack C Lipton
Title: What Were You?
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Universe: Shift Work
Summary: Not only can one FEEL like a freak, you can BE one, too
Keywords: FM MF MHF furry tg oral impreg nc viol
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		       What Were You?

		      by Jack C Lipton

I'd been a loner for a long time in my life.  It got worse
for me after I completed puberty making me afraid to get
close to anyone who might freak out about me.

When you've been insecure as I was-- and as afraid of
rejection as I've been-- you usually avoid opportunities to
be rejected by others.  In hindsight, I realize this is a
"best defense" kind of approach: Reject closeness with
others before they can reject you.

As a form of protective coloration this wasn't necessarily
the best way to handle things, but, hey, as a geek, no one
had paid me much mind.  The people I was most comfortable
dealing with and getting along with were just as skittish
about getting close to me as well so, again, in hindsight, I
realized that they must have suffered from the same basic
anxieties I had.  And, at the same time, I wish I had a clue
at the time why so many of them were as over-sensitive to
the "more popular" crowd as I was.

Mind you, I think I had a much better reason for my fears
than most of the other geeks and nerds did.

It really got worse when my big sister Patty, who I'd
idolized for years, came home from college.  We stayed up in
our room to talk, late into the night, before finally
getting under the covers and going to sleep.

Waking up the following morning with my nightgown in tatters
surprised me.  When I climbed out of bed I was confused and
shaky because I was a lot bigger than I was used to being
and... and... and...

I've read about these, albeit in an abstract way, as part of
sex-ed at school.  The reality was, well, *different*.

A quick look at "myself" in the full size mirror on the back
of the bedroom door told me the rest of the story.  I looked
over the body I had, the body of a full grown man, with a
boner.  A boner that seemed to hurt because I felt the need
to pee.  It was a good thing my big sister slept through my
self-examination.

Taking a quick peek out my door to where the bathroom door
was, I saw the coast was clear.  I made a mad dash for the
bathroom and temporary safety.

Well, the penis still hurt and hurt even more as I tried to
point it down into the toilet bowl while I sat, without it
touching the sides.  It took some time and experimentation
before I finally let a stream go, and, once it started to
flow, the sudden feeling of relief drew a sigh from me, a
sigh that didn't sound right to my ears.

But, then, nothing about me seemed right.  As a twelve year
old girl, I'd suddenly found myself in the body of an adult
man.  There were things I could enjoy learning.

I worried for a moment about spending the rest of my life
this way and shrugged.

After a long pee-- and discovering that there were some
advantages to being a man and not having to wipe after I
peed-- I decided to take a shower and explore the body I was
wearing.

During my shower the... the... penis... hardened again.  I
decided to experiment with it.  I knew how to play with
myself-- well, my little-girl body-- and I tried various
touches until I discovered what felt good to me in this
body.

As a girl I was always worried about discovery whenever I
played with myself and it was easy to spare some attention
to my surroundings.  With this body that was impossible so
I came, "my" semen slapping the shower wall, with Patty
watching me.

"Roger," she asked, quietly, "how did you get here?"

I was shocked.  "Patty, it's me, Pam.  Who's Roger?"

Patty's eyes got big as she seemed to get taller.  This was
because I was shrinking back into my own "normal" body,
confirmed when I looked down at myself and discovered that I
was back to being a flat-chested little geek girl.

My big sister finally regained her composure and blushed.
"Roger is my boyfriend, up at college.  Please don't tell
Mom, OK, sis?"

I nodded to her.  "What happened to me?"

Patty shrugged.  "I don't know.  That was cool, though, to
see you turn from Roger back into yourself.  I wish I could
do that..."

She then looked at the wall where the semen still clung and
had me use the sprayer to wash it down the drain.  She
started to giggle as she watched it go down the drain.

We spent the rest of her winter break trying to figure out
what happened without talking to mom and dad.  While I did
turn into Roger again, I also turned into Kimmy, from down
the street, though I looked like her from several years ago.
That awakening got a real blush out of Patty.  She finally
admitted, after swearing me to secrecy, that she and Kim had
been lovers.

We did figure out that I only turned into people that Patty
had known or known of.  Waking up as a man with a dick that
was twelve inches long when hard was a surprise, for
instance.  Patty had only seen him in some videos.

It also didn't take long for me to learn how to sleep in the
nude, all to avoid destroying my pajamas.

Patty did teach me how to play with myself when I was a man,
which I thoroughly enjoyed.  She even taught me about oral
sex, or, as she called them, blow jobs.  Admittedly, I did
most of my learning by being the recipient.  We did some
experimenting so the education wasn't all one way.

Then she was off again to college and I returned to middle
school, suddenly more aware of being a freak than ever
before.

While Patty was gone I always woke up as me so it didn't
take me long to realize that she was a catalyst.

Throughout middle school and then into high school I stayed
afraid.  Patty and I experimented some more, and, when I was
wearing Roger's body again, I lost one form of my virginity
by fucking Patty.  Patty and I got together a lot as Roger
worked his way through medical school and Patty enjoyed
having me take care of her needs whenever he was
unavailable.  We'd learned the necessary tricks to get me to
change my shape and I soon enjoyed the kinds of day-dreams
that Patty had.

By the time I was ready to go to college I'd come out of the
closet for Roger during his residency.  Like my big sister I
found him attractive, and, with his acceptance of me as not
only Patty's little sister, but, with him not freaking out
when he and I looked like twins, his smile at his wife 
started to look more like a smirk.

So, that night, I slept in the same bed.

I woke up with my brother-in-law pounding his hard cock into
my body.  I discovered what it was like to be on the other
end of the dick I'd worn before and my body was sending me
into orbit, just like Patty had been sent there when I'd
pounded into her.

What I didn't realize was that Patty walked in before we
were through and, on our finishing up, she asked, "Hon, did
you realize that you just popped Pam's cherry?"

Roger was panting was he looked down at me, then at his
wife, then down at me again, before muttering "Oh, shit!
I'm sorry, Pam, you looked and felt just like Pat!"

My sister giggled.  "She sure responded to a vigorous
fucking just like I do, too!"

Roger turned to her, asking "You're not mad?  Dear?"

Patty giggled.  "She fucked me too, you know, and kept me
turned on, just for you.  So, yeah, I'm not mad.  You've got
a lot more fucking to do with my little sister, just to
catch up with me, and, dear, I ain't giving up my time with
you, either."

    ----------------------------------------------------    

Going to college, for me, was a big change, though I do
sometimes wonder if a lot of it was from being accepted by
Roger.

Well, at least Roger could make love to me when I was *me*
even though we learned that he had quite an imagination,
too.  I woke up one morning as a hermaphrodite, finding
myself well equipped to be both a man and a woman, all at
the same time.  We experimented with me between himself and
Patty and the three of us fucked in a pile.  While neither
Roger nor Patty found it that much of a rush, I was asking
to do it that way again.

Sex is fun with people you love.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

So I'd been a loner.  With the caring, affection *and*
acceptance I got from Roger, this bolstered my confidence.

Until I fell prey to a date-rape drug.

The aftermath of being questioned due to being the last
person to see my two assailants alive was a bit of a shock.
Knowing that their eviscerated bodies were complete with
huge teeth and claw marks was a further shock.  Given that
I'd been drugged kept me from being considered as involved
in their deaths.  I was asked if I had any large cats as
pets.

I did have vague memories of having seeing a sabre-tooth
tiger walking through the halls, but that memory was a weird
one because I thought I saw it walk by in a mirror.  That
others came forward with the same impression pretty much
ruled me out as a killer.  Having "woken up" in Roger and
Patty's back yard, naked on the grass, added to my
disorientation.

Of course the release of a security camera feed of a sabre
toothed tiger stalking along the sidewalk outside the
apartment building had the zoologists at the university
panting.  That there weren't any tracks on pavement did not
help and dogs lost the trail fairly early.

Roger told me that I had probably killed those two boys
given their abuse of my body.  He's not sure how I became
what I became, since I seemed to require someone else, but
he spent some time wondering if I looked for someone with
the "right" dreams to follow.  He told me I must be more
than slightly psionic.

This story also prompted my brother-in-law to start some of
his research... using me as a subject.  It wasn't a real
study, of course, but he was curious.

Given his specialization in oncology he had access to some
very useful genetic analysis gear.  He was looking for
various markers to see what made me special.  One of his
first discoveries, comparing me with Patty, was that we
weren't full sisters.  With samples coverly taken from both
my mom and dad, we discovered that mom had not been
impregnated with me by dad.  We wondered who my biological
father was but this wasn't likely to be answered any time
soon.

So Roger had tissue samples of me in my "native" state.

When I had Roger's shape, we discovered that I was carrying
Roger's genes.  When I shot a wad of semen as him, it wasn't
distinguishable from his own.  My tissues, when I was "him",
were a copy of his.  He soon told me to avoid robbing a bank
or store with his body.  I laughed.

We soon learned, with my other transitions, that the same
kind of trick happened.  I took on the genome of who-- or
what-- I became.  Somehow.  We certainly couldn't explain
*how* this happened, we just had to accept it.

Waking up as a dog, or a cat, was interesting... and the
genetics were consistent.  Roger couldn't explain how I
could do that.

As the hermaphrodite, again, the genome wasn't mine.  He did
wonder who I copied it from.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

In the midst of these discoveries there was one particularly
obnoxious prick I had to put with in my Psych course.  He
was, without a doubt, a waste of protoplasm, as he'd try to
get me to help him.  At the same time I found the female
version of that kind of arrogant, swaggering over-bearing
dictator with delusions of Godhood in my Sociology class.  I
wished I could put those two together.

My sister occasionally hung out with me and followed me to
some of my lectures.  She giggled over those two arrogant
morons and wondered how they got someone to take their tests
for them.

So when Eric got particularly offensive to me-- after all, I
wasn't built anywhere near as well as my big sister, so his
"ironing board" comments annoyed me-- I stayed angry.  That
night I wondered what I could do about him.

When I finally brought this to Patty, who asked why I was so
irritable, she laughed.

"You already have part of the answer.  Eric and Tina are two
of a kind.  You just have to do something that will take one
down, and then the other."

So that's why Eric got hauled away for raping Tina.  All the
forensics pointed to him which invalidated his alibi.  What
really did surprise me was that Tina wasn't on the pill and
her parents were more than a little bit religious.  "Eric"
got her pregnant.

I'll admit that committing that rape wasn't fun, no matter
how much I disliked her.  I'll admit that the time after her
rape she increased he verbal abuse of everyone around her,
including me, which did tend to cut down on my feelings of
guilt.  That she got off during the time I fucked her was a
surprise, of course, especially given how I had to tie her
up so she wouldn't see me morph back, so I wondered...

Naahhhhhhhhhhh, I knew how sick I felt after getting jumped
by those two idiots.  It bothered me to have become their
kind, even for fifteen minutes, but Tina's abuse took some
of the sting out.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

Things changed yet again when I finally got comfortable
enough with a classmate named Paul.

Now I'll admit that Paul was nothing special to look at but
helped me enormously in my Math class.  As an engineering
student who might've had "nerd" imprinted on his soul I was
relaxed enough given what I'd learned about our common
fears.  It was handy for me that he was weak in his Psych
class, so, even though we didn't have the same Psych
session as I, it was my turn to help him.  We got along as
we studied together.

All right, so I liked him enough that I made him a man.  He
turned out to be an apt student of my female body and Roger
admitted that he felt some relief that I'd found someone for
me.

Paul and Roger got along surprisingly well, even before my
secret was revealed.

So, eventually, despite my fears, Paul stayed the night with
me.  I was surprised to wake up as myself... only more so.
I woke up as the me I've often wish to be.  Well, more or
less.  Well, more in the bust and hips, especially.

Paul and I fucked each other's brains out that morning.  He
must have been shocked to see my breasts and hips shrink
back to normal after we'd climaxed together though he didn't
spend time talking about that as we cuddled.

It was half an hour of affectionate cuddling later that he
finally asked, "Did I really see that?"

I nodded, his lips grazing my shoulder.  "Yes.  I seem to
become whatever you dream of.  I don't know quite why, and I
sure have no idea how, but I have some guesses about where I
get it from, but it works, for the most part."

You must realize that I was tense, worried that he'd freak
out over this weirdness.  I got a kiss on my shoulder as he
squeezed me in his arms.  "I loved it.  I wonder what the
limits are, too.  I'd like to see what we could do at a
SciFi convention."

Paul and Roger got along much better now that my secret was
shared.  Patty liked how Paul had responded to me, having
worried about me finding someone able to accept me for who I
was... and am.

Roger found Paul's input to my talent very useful.  We got
tissue samples of Vulcans and Minbari.  I have to admit that
a Vulcan body is _very_ capable of some wild sex.  Minbari
aren't compatible with human beings, it seems, though the
half-and-half variety is wonderfully compatible.

Paul reads a lot of erotic material, so, not only did we
make love as human beings, he and I arranged experiments to
discover what my morphing limits are.

Fairy with wings?  Yup, though all of the papers in the
apartment were scattered when I came.  And, yeah, the wings
didn't like to be touched.

Humanoid fuck-Bunny?  Yup.  And, yeah, I enjoyed that form.

Big sexy cat?  No problemo.

Eccentrica Gallumbits, the triple-breasted whore of Eroticon
six?  Not only yes, but *Hell* yes!  My erogenous zones
extended at least a couple of miles.

A spider from an artie story?  Yeah, though Roger was real
anxious trying to get close enough to me for a sample.  It
took too long trying to figure out how to reach climax while
in this form that I shifted back before I could.

We couldn't find any limits.

Admittedly, I had long ago learned that an orgasm hastened
my change back to my native body, but I could spend several
hours as a "something" if I didn't have a sexual climax,
even if I could only have a self-administered orgasm.

Unfortunately, non-corporeal life forms can't enjoy "life"
to the same degree, being unable to reach orgasm.  I spent
hours without a body and got to explore without being seen.
The senses had been weird but had worked out.

Another form that couldn't reach orgasm is a cyberman.  I
was still me, within that shell, but it was no fun at all.

Roger took tissue samples as much as he could.  He whistled
at my "more than myself" form and made sure to get samples.

We had a wild time but it always felt wonderful when I woke
up next to Paul when I am _me_.  I was reassured by these
times that he loved me as I was-- and am.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

Then, one day, I awoke in my "enhanced" self, and, when Paul
and I finished draining his balls into me while I screamed
out in ecstasy, I did not return to my native form.

Roger went over me with a fine tooth comb.  Patty enjoyed
the plan to shop with me for new clothing.

After a visit to my gynecologist, we discovered that I was
pregnant.  Roger concluded that one of my alien forms wasn't
affected by the pill and must have ovulated.  Paul beamed
and proposed, insufferably pleased that he'd be a father.

But I thought that Paul didn't think it all the way through.
Sure, he'd be a father.

But a father of what?

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