



Mind

                                                            by  Waldo

1.  Chapter



I didn't want to go home tonight.  After thinking about it, I didn't
want to go home any night.  But I had no other place that I could go.

Don't get me wrong.  I love my house.  It's just that my wife and I
have not been getting along too good for the last couple of years.  In
the sexual perspective that is.

We have been married seven years.  Her name is Stephanie.  Stephanie
Brooks and I am John Brooks.  We met in college and before we knew what
was happening to us, we got married within six months.  Was our
attraction sexual or real love?  That first year was great because we
had sex almost every night.  Then the second year , which was the year
that we graduated, we had become used to each other and we only had sex
two to three times a week.  Both of us found good paying jobs as soon
as we finished school.

My job was as a salesman for a food wholesaler and I quickly advanced
to the Business Manager's position.  When Mr.  Graves decided to
retire, his partner, Mr.  Robertson, didn't want to buy Graves out.  So
I used what was left of my inheritance and some loans and bought out
the Graves potion of the company.  Mr.  Robertson was very happy with
me being his partner and went into semi-retirement while I ran the
company.  So I have been the half-owner of GR Distribution for three
years now and the operational manager for about four years.  I like my
job.  Or I used to like it.

Robertson died six months ago and left his interest to his wife.  His
third wife, who was thirty-five years younger than him.  They had been
married about four months when he had a heart attack while having sex.
One week after we buried him, his widow showed up at the office and
demanded full participation in daily operation procedures.  She wants
to use this company to build a future multi-million dollar empire.
Only problem is, that she does not have any business experience or
training.  Some of her ideals are very risky and speculative.  And she
doesn't care that the company has maintained a steady three percent per
year growth under my management; and that it was losing almost five
percent a year since Graves had his first heart attack.  She thinks
that her ideals will force the company to grow at thirty percent a
year.

Her name is LayWanda Robertson.  She is black, has a very nice body and
is the same age as me - twenty-eight.  She has never been to college
and had only worked in restaurants until she married Robertson.  It was
also her third marriage.

Because she is also half owner, she has every right to participate in
company decisions but her decisions are always too risky.  I gave in to
her a couple of times and we lost a lot more than we made.  But she
looks at her bad management record as being ok.  I can't look at it
that way.

So work is hell for me right now.  Every day LayWanda and I get into an
argument about something that she wants to try or where she doesn't
agree with my cautious approach.  If it was possible to divide the
company assets in half and let her do what she wants to do with her
half, I would immediately split it up.  But it is not that sort of an
operation and we would be in direct competition with each other, which
would immediately ruin both of us.

Stephanie got a job as an Interior Decorator and after I bought out
Graves, she quit the company to set up her own company.  We turned our
den and connecting garage into an office and she works out of our
house.  When she set up her company, is about when our sex lives died.

Now that she had her own company, she started putting in a lot more
hours.  We quit going to the movies or going out to do things because
she was always working on something.  We quit going out to eat together
because she had to make a deadline.  We quit having sex because she
would come to bed late and smelling like a fireplace.

Stephanie smokes and I do not.  She smoked when I met her in college,
but she would brush her teeth and use mouthwash to hide the smoke
smell.  After she started her company, she became a chain smoker.  She
currently goes through four to five packs a day and our house has a
permanent haze floating through the air.  Our couch smells.  Our bed
smells.  I can tell when she is lying facing me in our darkened bedroom
or if she is turned the other way; by the deep smoky residue coming out
of her lungs as she breathes.  I can't kiss her anymore without
gagging.

So we have sex about every three months now.  Once or twice a week, I
masturbate myself while taking a shower.  I don't know what she does.
And at this time in my life, I don't care.

Don't get me wrong.  I still love her.  I just don't like who she has
become.  I still think that she is beautiful.  A bit flat-chested but
attractive.  She can't fill out an A-cup and wears falsies to make up
the difference.  Remember how Jane Fonda looked in the movie Klute?
Stephanie has that same mid-length combed red-headed hairstyle but with
a little curl and her facial structure is very similar to Jane's.
Stephanie could double for Jane except for the nude scenes.  I hate to
keep bringing this up, but she has no boobs.

I suggested to her once that she might want to consider having some
implants and she got mad at me.  She told me that my cock would never
be mistaken for a grown man's cock and she got quite nasty.

So you see why I don't like to go home.  I have been sitting here in my
car in the driveway for the last five minutes thinking about my life
and how lousy it has become.  I don't like to go to work anymore and I
certainly don't like to go home.

I get my courage up and go in the house.  Immediately, I am almost
knocked down by the strong smoke smell as I enter.  "I am home." I say
out loud as I hang up my coat.

"Hi, John.  Steph is out measuring a new job site.  I am the only one
here." said a feminine voice from the office area.

I wander past piles of catalogues and wallpaper samples and carpet
samples until I get to the desk, where Valerie is working.

"Hi, Val.  Did the bitch say when she would be back or if she was going
to go out to dinner with me tonight as planned?" I asked.

"John, she is not a bitch.  She is just trying to make a
su-su-su-successful business and has got herself very involved with
it." she stammered, never looking up from the catalogue that she was
searching through

I step behind her and gently rub her shoulders.  Valerie is Stephanie's
best friend from college and now works with her.  She is very timid and
conscious of her stuttering problem.  "I wish that she would try to
make a successful marriage and let the business go.  I need a woman
beside me.  A good woman.  Why don't I divorce Steph and marry you?" I
ask in a teasing manner.

"You don't want me.  And after being ma-ma-ma-married to Ralph for four
years, I don't want another man.  Only thing that men like to do is to
screw until their cock falls off.  And you men don't care who you screw
either." she said angrily.

"Whoa, take it easy Val.  I know that Ralph got caught a couple of
times in the wrong bedroom, but not all men are like that.  I haven't
been with another woman since Steph and I got married.  And Steph will
tell you that we haven't got it together for several months.  You just
got a raw deal with Ralph and you shouldn't let that one asshole turn
you sour on men or marriage.  You are a very attractive woman and would
make any man a good wife." I said, trying to restore some of her easily
lost self-confidence.

She turned and smiled "Thanks, John.  I am sorry that I took my
fr-fr-fr-frustration out on you.  I got a call from Ralph's new
girlfriend today and she wanted to come by to get his sha-sha-share of
the furniture.  They are buying a new house and he want's my
furn-furn-furn-furn-furniture.  I called my lawyer and he wants five
hundred dollars to tell Ralph to fuck off.  I got pissed at bo-bo-both
of them."

Ralph couldn't keep his cock in his pants and left this beautiful woman
to fend for herself.  She has a self-image problem and no confidence in
herself.  She is very attractive but hides it.  She wears her hair
pulled straight back and pulled into a very unflattering bun style, no
make-up except for a little lipstick once in awhile and always wears
baggy clothes to hide her beautiful body.  She wears black horn-rimmed
glasses that detract from her beautiful face.  It's almost as if she
was trying to hide her beauty behind bad make-up, baggy clothes and
unflattering hair styles.  Her and Steph are the same size, but Val has
a full set of boobs and keeps herself in good physical shape by working
out while Steph maintains her shape by not eating.  She looks like a
young Racquel Welch but she dresses like Olive Oyl.  She has always
stuttered but as got worse since she started having martial problems.
Steph talked her into working with her so she could look after her.

"If Ralph keeps giving you a hard time, I will divorce Steph and let
her move in with Ralph.  That will teach him a lesson." I said.

"Jo-Joohn.  She loves you very much and you shouldn't joke like that."
she said.

"Well, I wish that it was just a joke.  I am going to get ready to go
out to dinner with or without Stephanie.  Would you like to come
along?" I asked.

"No, I have to go home and take care of my cats." she said.

I smiled and went to my bedroom and took a shower.  When I dressed, I
came back and found Steph on the phone, waiving her ever-present
cigarette as she talked.  Valerie was looking something up in the
computer.  I sat down and waited until Steph finished talking.

"I got a new contract today John.  The Marlow Building has been bought
by a hypno-therapist and they are going to start a new business.  They
will concentrate on people needing assistance to go on a diet or to
quit smoking.  And don't say it.  I can quit smoking anytime that I
want to.  I just don't want to quit because I enjoy smoking.  " she
said looking at me in a challenging look.

"You must enjoy smoking more than sex because you gave up sex because
of your smoking." I said.

"I did not.  You are the one that never wants to have sex.  You turn
away from me and resist my advances." she declared.

Valerie got up and proclaimed "I must be going home.  Casper
ne-ne-ne-needs to be fed."

After she walked out the door, Steph requested "John, please don't
bring up our problems in front of Val any more.  She has enough
difficulty dealing with her own problems, much less dealing with our
problems.  It hurts her to see us fight."

"I am not fighting.  I am just stating the facts.  You should become a
client of your new client and quit smoking.  Now are you going out to
eat dinner with me or not?" I asked.

"No, I have to make some preliminary sketches and get ready for my
presentation.  Can I get a rain-check on dinner?" she asked.

I just looked at her and walked out the door.  I had a quite dinner by
myself and returned home to find Steph still working on her project.  I
got ready for bed and turned in.

I was almost asleep when she eased into bed beside me and curled up
behind me.  I could smell the deep smell of smoke coming from her lungs
and I tried to ignore her as she reached around and started playing
with my cock.  I sleep completely nude and she wears a flimsily
nightgown.  I tried to ignore her nipples rubbing against my back as
she stroked my cock until it was hard.

I couldn't stand it anymore and rolled over on my back, throwing the
covers off our bodies.  I wanted her to go down on me but knew that she
would never touch my cock with her mouth.  I almost laughed out loud
thinking that she would never put a cock in her mouth, but kept her
mouth full of those damn cigarettes all the time.  Maybe, if I set fire
to my dick, she would take it in her mouth and suck on it.

Now that I was hard, she sat on my lap and rubbed my cock against her
pussy.  It was always the same ritual.  She had to start off on top of
me and then switch to missionary style.  As soon as I would cum, she
would push me off and go wash herself out in the bathroom.  She also
has a problem with the sticky feeling of cum.  It feels yucky according
to her and she really prefers that when we have sex, that I wouldn't
cum in her.  She suggested a couple of times that I pull out and
collect it in a Kleenex.  I would usually be asleep by the time she
came back to bed.

Tonight was no different.  She had just got me inside her and is now
pulling me to roll over with her so that I am top of her.  I hump her
tight pussy and blow my load in less than two minutes.  We didn't even
work up a sweat.  She pushes me off and goes to the bathroom.  I hear
her filling her bag with water as she lights a cigarette.  I roll over
and go to sleep.  Such is my life.



2.  Chapter



I want to kill that woman.  LayWanda did not consult with me and told
one of our biggest purchasers that we were going to raise our rates by
one percent.  Our customer started looking for other sources and then
called me to tell me that he found a competitor who would provide the
services for our old rate.  I had to cut our old rate by half of a
percent to keep him.  Then when I found LayWanda and told her what had
occurred, she got mad at me.

"He wouldn't leave us.  He was just bluffing.  Why did you give in to
him so easily?" she screamed.

"Why did you tell him that our rates were going up?" I screamed back.

"Because we have to raise our rates.  We aren't making enough money."
she yelled.

"We are making enough money.  Until you became involved, it was very
adequate money." I screamed back at her.  I was just as mad as she was
and I felt that I had a very good reason for being angry.

"You don't think ahead and work hard enough.  I want to be a
multi-millionaire by the time that I am thirty." she said.

I walked to the door and said "If you pull another fucking stunt like
this one, you won't live to be thirty." I slammed the door and left.

I didn't go to my office but went home.  I went straight to my bedroom
instead of checking in with Steph or with Val.  My bedroom door was
partially open and I paused in the hallway because I saw Val's profile
and she was almost naked.  I stood still and watched as she held one of
Steph's dresses in front of her and looked at herself in the mirror.

She didn't know that I was home or standing there watching her.  I
heard her say "Oh, Ralph honey, you wouldn't have left me if I had been
more dominating.  You remember that time that you told me to be more
like my friend Stephanie, Ralph.  You said that she had balls and knew
how to satisfy a man.  Remember that Ralph.  Well, I am trying to be
more like Stephanie and I will be.  Except that I will be better.  One
day soon, you will be very sorry that you left me.  How do you like the
way that I look in Steph's clothes, Ralph?"

She was standing there in front of the mirror admiring herself as she
held Steph's clothes in front of her.  I had seen enough.  I eased back
down the hallway and out to my car.  I drove around the corner and used
my cellular phone to call the office number.

After a couple of rings, Val answered "Positive Decorating, May I help
you?"

"Hi, Val.  I took off early and am on my way home.  Did you or Steph
need anything from the store?" I asked in a very innocent manner.

"No, she is no-no-not here now.  She had a mee-mee-mee-meeting with her
new customer which was supposed to take all afternoon.  Could you get
some cokes for the office fri-fri-fridge?" she replied.

"Sure.  I will stop off and be home in about ten minutes.  Bye." I
said.

That should give her enough time to get dressed and to have everything
back to normal.  So Val spends her time alone in our home, trying on
Steph's clothes and trying to act like Steph.  I hope that she doesn't
take up smoking.

I picked up the cokes and pulled back into the driveway.  This time, I
went into the office and found Val dressed and working on assembling
curtain hardware.  As I put the cokes into the fridge, she looked up
and said "Thanks."

I smiled and went back to my bedroom.  There was no evidence that she
had been in there.  I changed clothes and went out to my garage
workshop and resumed working on a wood-working project that I hadn't
touched in over three months.  I was trying to do things that relaxed
me and to forget about the office.

I was very engrossed in sanding a piece of wood and did not hear Steph
enter my workshop until she said "How would you like to get cleaned up
and take me out to dinner?"

It startled me and I looked up quickly as I responded "And what
happened to you today?  You always have something that has to be done
at night and never have time to go out."

"I do have things to do, and my new client suggested that we have
dinner together.  She wants to meet you and is looking for new friends
in town.  She just moved here and would like some company.  So I
invited Val to come along also.  I promise not to discuss too much
business tonight.  How about dinner?" she said.

I paused, thought for a second and smiled as I nodded yes.  She smiled
back and went into the house.  I closed up my workshop and went into
the house.  Val was gone and Steph was in the shower.  When she got
out, I took my shower and dressed.  We didn't talk as we dressed and
when we were both ready, I drove us to a favourite restaurant that we
had not been to, in quite some time.

We got there early and were sipping on our drinks while waiting for Val
and the new client to show up.  Steph said "I just met my new client
today and I really like her.  Her name is Amanda Baker and she just
moved here from San Francisco.  She is a very attractive young woman
with a very nice personality.  She has never been married, is about our
age, and enjoys any user participant sport that involves exercise.  She
jogs daily and participates in several ten-k runs.  She is a licensed
hypno-therapist and is setting up a new clinic.  She will specialize in
helping people develop will power to stick to diets and to quit
smoking.  We spent the afternoon going over my designs and she is very
pleased with my choices.  I like her and would like to invite her over
the house for dinner this week."

I caught myself getting ready to hint that Steph should become a client
and try to give up smoking, when I remembered that we were trying to be
pleasing to each other.  I replied "Sounds interesting.  I would enjoy
meeting her and having her come over to dinner.  Set it up whenever you
want her to come over.  How did she get started on that career path?"

Before I could answer, Val joined us.  No one would ever accuse Val of
wearing suggestive clothes or preparing for the Miss America contest.
She was wearing a simple black dress that didn't show too much above
the ankle, high top, unadorned with any jewelry except for some small
ear-rings, and a faint touch of lipstick.  Her hair had been re-combed
into the same tight pulled back fashion.  If I didn't know her, I would
have guessed that she was Amish.  I saw her coming and pulled out a
chair "Hi, Val, We are waiting on the new client.  What would you like
to drink?"

"Hello John - Steph!  I haven't been here in a long time.  I don't go
out much any more.  Just a to-to-tonic water for now.  I like that
dress Steph." she said as she sat down.

"I just bought it.  You can borrow it anytime you want to wear it.  All
of my clothes fit you." Steph said.

Before I realized that I was putting my foot in my mouth, I uttered
"Except for the bras."

Steph glared at me for hinting that Val's boobs were bigger and that
she didn't have any boobs.  Val tried to hide a smile and change the
subject "What is our new client like.  Does she really have a doctorate
in ps-psychology?"

"I asked the same question.  Yes and she specialized in hypnotic
therapy.  She told me that when she was a kid, she had ran away from
home because she was having problems getting along with her family and
wound up in San Francisco.  She was working at temporary jobs as
receptionist or secretary and went to a temporary placement with a
hypno-therapist.  He was a much older man and she enjoyed working for
him.  When her temporary time was up, he asked her to stay on.  With
his assistance, she returned to school part time and soon became his
assistant.  After she got her certification, he helped her set up her
own business.  She didn't like the San Francisco climate and wanted to
move to a more pleasant climate.  So she packed up and moved here.  She
asked me to go jogging with her tomorrow morning and then we will spend
the rest of the day going over the design specifications and budget
considerations." she said.

"You are going jogging.  You!  The woman that has never exercised a day
in her life." I laughed.

"Yes.  John, don't laugh at me but I have felt bad about my appearance
for some time.  I am getting fat.  I need to do something to lose this
weight and to stay in shape.  I have to either start exercising or quit
eating completely because my body is starting to spread out.  I don't
want to be a blimp.  So when she asked me to join her, I leaped at the
chance.  After we finish dinner, I am going to go buy some jogging
clothes and shoes." she said.

At that moment, a young beautiful woman entered the room and glanced
around.  Then she smiled and started walking toward our table.  This
could not be Doctor Baker.  I had built an image of a middle-aged woman
with gray hair that dressed like Val and looked like the sex therapist
on TV - Dr.  Ruth.  This woman was in her early thirties, very
attractive, long flowing blond hair, a very shapely body with plenty of
cleavage and boobs being displayed by the low cut dress.  The dress had
a nice split that displayed an attractive set of legs under the dress.
She was a little taller than the average woman, but she was very
attractive.

"Amanda, did you have any problems finding the place?" said Steph as
she rose.  I quickly rose also and saw from the corner of my eye that
Val was also surprised by the unexpected appearance of Doctor Baker.

"No, it was very easy.  You give good directions." Then she looked at
me and smiled and said "Hi.  I am Amanda.  You must be John.  I have
been looking forward to meeting you all day." and she turned to Val
"And you are Val.  I like the designs that you have done so far.  You
are a really talented artist.  When we finished this project, I would
like to commission you to do some original art work for my house.  I
feel very fortunate in finding a team such as you and Steph to work
upon my office project.  But enough of work talk, I came out here to
meet you in a social environment."

We sat down and the waiter approached the table.  After we ordered a
new round of drinks, I asked "How do you like our little town.  It must
seem quite after living in San Francisco."

She laughed and replied "I couldn't wait to get away from there and to
get some place where I could live a normal life.  I would have gone to
a much smaller town but it takes a certain size city to provide enough
people to support my occupation."

Val quietly asked "I saw on your bu-business card that you specialize
in Hypno-therapy and GD. What is GD?"

"Hypno-therapy is my favourite vocation but helping people stop smoking
doesn't really pay the bills.  I belong to the International Gender
Dysphoria Association and specialize in assisting people that have
Gender Dysphoria; which is providing clinical treatment for gender
dysphoric persons.  In this city alone, there are 3,000 to 6,000 adults
that consider themselves to be valid candidates for sex re-assignment
surgery.  Prior to having the surgery, the candidate must have
appropriate clinic analysis and follow a prescribed clinical review and
life-style study.  You have one of the better centers in the Western
hemisphere that offers surgical sex reassignment to persons having a
multiplicity of behaviour diagnoses.  So my main source of income is
based upon referrals from the surgeons, who want me to do the clinical
and therapy portion of their treatment.  Possession of an academic
degree in a behavioural science does not necessarily attest to the
possession of sufficient training or competence to conduct
psychotherapy, psychological counselling, nor diagnosis of gender
identity problems.  It is required that persons recommending sex
reassignment surgery or hormone therapy should have documented training
and experience in the diagnosis of a broad range of psychological
conditions.  License or certification as a psychological therapist or
counsellor does not necessarily attest to competence in sex therapy and
I am documented as one of the experts in this field.  " she said.

I laughed and said "Transsexuals.  I find it hard to believe that there
are that many in this city.  If anyone had asked me to guess, I would
have said possibly ten to twenty."

She gave a big smile and said "They are everywhere.  Some people try to
hide it and ignore it.  Some people try to live between both worlds.
Some people try to cross over but their overall appearance gives them
away.  Most people have the image of a Transsexuals as being a football
player wearing a dress and walking as if he's got a permanent hard-on
between his legs.  About half of the Transsexuals are able to pass for
the other sex and a good percentage of those are almost undetectable.
For all that we know now by looking around this room, five to ten of
the people that we see, could have a strong desire to be the opposite
sex.  And the odds are that at least one person in this room has either
investigated sexual re-assignment surgery or has dressed as the
opposite sex.  There are a lot of men that want to be women and have
attempted that lifestyle.  There are also a lot of women that want to
be men.  My job is to determine who can really live as the other sex
and to help them obtain that goal if possible.  If they cannot live as
their desired sex, then my job is to help them adjust to the life that
they do not want."

"Sorry, but I had never considered it or thought about it.  How did you
get started in this field?" I asked.

"I was young, naive and starving.  I didn't know what I wanted to do
and was looking for anything.  You don't know how close I came to
becoming a brick-layer.  But I went to work temporary for someone that
is an expert in this field.  I liked the work and stayed.  He assisted
me with my education and expanded his practice when I graduated.  The
field is relatively new and it is quite interesting work." she replied.

Steph was lighting up another cigarette and I frowned as I glanced at
her "After you get your office started, I am going to strongly
encourage Steph to take your smoking cessation therapy."

Before anyone could say anything, Steph blurted "Damn you.  Get off my
back about smoking.  I will quit when I want to quit.  And not because
you want me to adapt to your perception of what you want your wife to
be and to do to you.  Quit harping about my smoking."

The table went quite.  Val tried to change the subject by saying "I
haven't be-been here in a long time.  Their ro-roast beef used to be
de-delicious.  Have you had the opportunity to ex-explore the mall
yet?"

Amanda picked up on what Val was attempting and said "I love roast
beef.  And I need to go shopping.  Would you like to go with me and
show me some of your favourite places?"

Val felt a little agitated now that the attention was turned to her "I
do-don't shop much.  I have no ta-taste when it comes to my own
cl-clothes.  St-steph has perfect taste in cl-clothes and would be
better for you."

Steph glared at me and said "Excuse me for losing my temper but John
knows how to expose my temper and he picks on my sore spots too
frequently." Then she tried a forced smile and changed her voice timbre
as she uttered "I would love to go shopping with you and Val.  I have
been trying to get Val to update her wardrobe for some time and need
your help to get her to wear something besides the Mother Hubbard
clothes that she wears all the time."

Val slowly bowed her head and Amanda picked up on it also.  She glanced
at me quickly and said "Sounds like we are going to have fun together.
And what do you do for a living John?"

"I am part owner of a food distribution company.  Everyone has to eat
and we try to find ways to get a share of that market.  Ah, here comes
our waiter.  Has everyone decided what they would like to eat?" I said,
glad that the waiter was ready to take our order.

We finished the rest of dinner talking about other things that had
occurred to us lately.  I brought everyone up-to-date on the latest
thing that LayWanda had done and how pissed I was at her.  Steph talked
about how she was going to change her wallpaper contractor because she
didn't like the way that the contractor finished up the last job.  Val
sat there like a bump on a log and didn't say much, even though we kept
trying to bring her into the discussion.  After we finished eating, we
said our good-bys and I drove Steph back home, with both us being
quite.  She hopped in her car to go shopping for jogging clothes.

I was burnt out and went to bed early.  I was sleeping soundly, when I
felt and smelt her slip into bed beside me.  I was glad that she didn't
want sex tonight because I did not want to have sex with her.

When I woke up the next morning, she was gone already.  I dressed and
went to work.  LayWanda came in about eleven and told me that I was
right.  She had screwed up and almost lost us a big customer.  She
didn't apologize but came as close to it as she could.  Then she left
to go shopping.  I was thankful because she couldn't do any damage
while she was out of the office and it was her own money that she was
spending.

As I was getting ready to leave work, Val called "Hi, John.  Steph
called and is wo-wo-working late with Amanda.  She wants you to meet
her for dinner at 8 at DeLauren's Restaurant.  I am going close up and
go home to feed Ca-Ca-Casper."

"Ok.  Thanks for letting me know.  Do you know why she is still working
on the design specifications?  Usually she has finished the design by
now and is working on lining up the contractors.  Well, she will
probably tell me when she sees me.  Seeing as how I have to time to
kill before my dinner date, how would you like to meet me at Harmon's
for an after work drink?  I am buying." I asked.

"Thanks, but I ha-ha-haven't been to a ba-ba-bar in months except for
last night.  I feel very insecure so-so-sometimes in a bar.  So I don't
go out very often.  Thanks for asking." she responded.

I told her that I understood and would help her anyway that I could.
We hung up and I spent some more time at work before I left to meet
Steph at the restaurant.



3.  Chapter



Steph showed up on time.  Which was a first for her.  And she was in a
very good mood.  Which was also unusual for her.

"How was your jog this morning?" I asked.

"It was good.  I really enjoyed it after I got started.  I slowed
Amanda down but she was very patient and worked with me.  She showed me
how to pace myself and how to breath.  I felt so alive and tingly after
we finished.  I experienced what they call a runner's high.  I just
hope that I am not so sore that I can do it again tomorrow." she said.

"Good.  Glad that you enjoyed it.  How is the project coming?"

"Great.  Amanda likes what I have designed and I started calling some
contractors today to lock in scheduling and prices.  The first
contractor starts in two days and we should be finished in less than
two weeks.  This office is going to look fantastic.  Amanda is spending
some money to do it correctly and she really likes my design.  I like
her also.  We spent a lot of time today just talking and becoming
friends.  After this job is over, I want to see her socially
frequently.  I know that you like her.  Just don't drool everytime that
you see her.  She also got her first two clients today.  Me.  And I
made Val sign up also to help her build up her self-confidence.  I
signed up for the smoking cure and have not felt a need for a cigarette
yet.  She says that my need to smoke is very deep and that it will take
several sessions to get the deep physical and psychological needs under
control.  What do you think of that?" she said.

"Great.  If she can get you to quit smoking, then she will become my
best friend." I responded as I toasted Steph with my drink.

"It was so easy.  She had me sit back in a comfortable chair and
concentrate on a spot on the wall as she talked to me.  I don't
remember falling asleep and just remember that I felt so relaxed.  When
she told me to wake up, I didn't feel as if I was asleep and told her
so.  She laughed and said that I was an easy subject but that I was
very stubborn and would be difficult to convince to quit smoking.  Can
you believe that I haven't had a smoke in over six hours?" she asked
smiling.

"Yes.  I can.  And thank you for trying.  You don't know how much I
want you to quit.  Keep up the sessions as long as you need to and I
will pay for them." I said.

"They are free.  I am trading some extra services for the sessions.
After tomorrow morning's jog session, Valerie will join us and we will
start the decorating modifications." she said.

We spent the rest of the meal talking about different things and
enjoying each other's company.  She seemed so alive and vibrant.  More
like the old Steph that I had fell in love with.  Certainly not like
the current bitch that I have been living with for the last several
years.



4.  Chapter



I got mad at LayWanda the next morning.  I arrived at work as the dock
men were unloading a truck that I was not expecting.  After looking at
the invoices, I discovered that LayWanda had bought a truck load of
stuff that I had not been aware of.  We buy a lot of truckloads but
this particular merchandise is not a fast volume turnover item and I
would never buy this much at one time.  I stormed into her office and
demanded to know what was going on.  She explained that the vendor
offered a good reduction on truckload volumes and I tried to explain
that it would take three years to get rid of that much stock.  I left
her office mad at her stupidity and she was also mad at me for being so
old-fashioned.

The rest of the day was no better.  I found out that she had called on
one of our customers and agreed to set up and maintain a display area
on consignment.  Not only were we going to stock the area, but we would
not get paid until it sold.  How can we make money when we operate a
business in this fashion?

When I got home, I wanted to kick the door in.  I was still mad.  As I
fixed myself a drink, Val came into the kitchen "Hi, John.  I heard you
come in and it so-so-sounds as if you had a bad day.  Steph went to the
store and we are finished for the day.  Can I join you in a drink?"

"Sure, Val.  My day was miserable.  I wanted to kill LayWanda.  I
wished I had enough money so I could buy her out.  But I don't want to
talk about her.  How was your day?" I said as I fixed her a gin and
tonic.

"I had a session with Amanda today.  She is very attractive and I feel
so ugly when I am around attractive women.  I to-told her that I would
probably fall in love with her if I was a man.  She laughed and said
she could arrange for that to occur.  That is, for me to become a
ma-ma-man.  She is very beautiful, friendly and nice.  She as-asked me
to come over and jog with her so-so-sometime.  She is going to have a
very nice of-of-office when we fin-fin-fin-finish the remodelling and
decorating." she said as she took a sip of her drink.

"I can't wait to see what happens with Steph.  Did Steph tell you that
Amanda is trying to help her quit smoking?" I said.

"Yes.  I saw how she didn't ne-need to smoke yesterday and how little
she smoked today.  When I came back with the wallpaper for the outer
office, they were just finishing up their session.  Then Steph went to
the furniture store while I re-measured the windows.  Amanda and I ate
lunch together.  She gave me some tips to help me quit st-stuttering.
But as you can hear, I still have my problem." she said.

"Val, you know that I love you as a friend and feel that you are the
sister that I never had.  I will do anything to help you and you know
that.  I think that you need to find you a good man and you will quit
stuttering.  You need someone to hold you close, to tell you how much
he loves you, and to screw your brains out on a very frequent basis.
If I wasn't married to Steph, I would camp out on your doorstep and
show you all the tricks that I can do with my tongue.  That is tricks I
used to be able to do.  Steph won't let me practice most of them.  But
you need something more in life, than going home to those damn cats." I
said.

"Thanks, John.  I know that you are ri-ri-right, but I can't bring
myself to get involved with an-an-anyone again and risk getting hurt
again.  Ralph knew how to hurt me and make me feel bad.  Everytime I
meet someone, I get so te-te-tense inside and ne-ne-nervous.  I screw
it up by running away and not letting them get cl-cl-cl-cl-close to me.
I get nervous just thinking about meeting someone new." she said.  "I
talked to Amanda a little today and sh-sh-she asked some very
pe-pe-personal questions.  I told her about Ralph and what he did to
me.  She also asked me about my parents and I to-to-told her what my
uncle did to me when I was seven years old.  She has ways to get you to
talk about th-th-things that you don't want to talk about." she said.

Before I could say anything else, Steph came in carrying a bag of
groceries "Hi, gang.  I am back.  There was such a crowd at the store.
I got some steaks and was thinking about having a barbecue tonight.
How about hanging around and joining us Val?"

"Thanks, but I need to go home and take care of Ca-ca-Casper.  Maybe
next time." she said as she finished her drink and picked up her purse.

"Are you sure?  I bought enough food for several people and we would
love to have you join us." said Steph as she put her arm around Val's
waist.

Val shook her head no and I watched as Steph walked her to her car.
They look so much alike that they could pass for sisters.  I have seen
some of Steph's old pictures when her hair was her normal colour, which
was the same shade of brown that Val's is.  Steph told me that she
changed her hair colour in college because some people had difficulties
telling them apart, except for the boobs and stuttering.



5.  Chapter



LayWanda didn't screw up the rest of the week.  I woke up every morning
to find Steph gone.  She got up early every morning and went jogging
with Amanda.  And Val was going with them.  Amanda has sure made a
difference in our lives.

I had to leave town for several days on a buying trip.  I was afraid to
leave the office leaving LayWanda in charge.  But she promised me that
she would not do anything without consulting me first.

I took my suitcase to work with me because I was going to leave
straight from work.  I was a little surprised when I got a phone call
about ten am and it was Amanda.

"Hi, Amanda.  Are those two patients giving you hell?" Then before she
could respond, I joked "And they both have strong sexual problems.
Especially Steph.  Val won't give me the opportunity to explore her
sexual problems."

"You are right John.  And that is why I called you.  I need to talk
with you and get your consent on something.  Can you break away and
join me for lunch?"

I said yes, suggested meeting somewhere, and said bye as I continued
working.  At the appointed time, I drove to the restaurant she was
waiting for me.  She had a nice tight skirt on and a blouse that
emphasized her blond hair and tan.  She smiled when she saw me "Thanks
for coming John.  I took the liberty of ordering for us and the waiter
is supposed to bring you a scotch and water.  I know you don't have
much time today so let me get right to the point."

I pulled up my chair and nodded.  She continued "I have spent some time
with Steph and Val in my professional capacity.  They both have strong
problems.  And so do you.  Your marriage is over.  It is a marriage on
the books only.  Steph no longer feels anything for you and it is only
a matter of time before she gets mad enough to leave you.  Are you
aware of this?"

I waited until the waiter sat my drink on the table and left.  Then I
said "You are right.  We both know it is over but we keep lying to
ourselves and trying to maintain the farce.  I don't want to become
single and get back into the dating game because I like being married,
but we can't go on as we are now."

"I agree.  Steph allowed me to hypnotize her so that I could quickly
get to the root of her feelings and try to understand her problems.  A
divorce won't help her major problems.  And she won't get married again
because she is afraid of sex.  She gets more sexual gratification from
observing sex than participating in it.  Only when she watches, can she
feel any sexual energy.  In college, she used to hide and watch Val and
Ralph on a frequent basis.  Were you aware of that?" she asked
cautiously.

I took a slow sip and said "No, but what you are saying makes sense.
She frequently pushes Val and myself together and makes encouraging
remarks.  Looking back, I think that she was trying to get me to have
an affair with Val."

"You are right.  She knows that Val is crazy about you and hides it
from you.  If you were to take Val in your arms, she would do anything
that you wanted.  And Steph would be somewhere watching.  She feels a
little frustrated because you won't screw Val.  She quit having sex
with you hoping that you would get horny and ravish Val.  She really
had the den turned into a office so that Val would be at your house
more frequently.  And she had the spare bedroom decorated so that Val
could stay at the house and Steph could sleep in the spare bedroom
while you and Val are getting it on.  She smokes because she is very
sexually frustrated and disappointed in the direction that your
marriage is going."

"Amanda, I would move Val into my bedroom in a moment but I don't know
if Val could accept living in the same house with Steph.  And from what
I understand of what you just told me, Steph would not be happy unless
she was watching Val and me." I said as I leaned over the table.

"Correct.  I have made an in-depth analysis of both women and they have
a inter-twined set of problems.  They are each other's problem and also
appear to be each other's cure.  If Val moved in with you, it would
solve only some of their problems and only for a temporary time.  I
think that their problems would get worse and each of you would go your
separate way in less than six months.  We need to treat the problem,
not the symptoms.  And I need your consent to proceed with my treatment
plan.  But before I go into the details, I want you to know that the
therapy that I am getting ready to recommend, is not an approved
recommendation of any of the organisations that I belong to.  It is
part experiment, part treatment, part luck if it works."

"I will do anything.  What do you want to do?" I asked, ignoring the
food that the waiter just placed in front of us.

"Steph has been thinking about seeking professional help for over two
years and kept putting it off.  Then she met me and she blabbed
everything about how her love life has changed over the years and how
she wished that it could be as nice as when she first got married.  I
told her that she could put the thrill back into sex if she wanted to
and she was unsure that she could do it.  She wants you to be the one
to put it back for her.  She has a strong personal interest to make sex
more interesting for her right now.  You must help that interest and do
your part to maintain that interest.  She must maintain a strong
personal interest in you and having sex with you in a manner that
satisfies her and satisfies you.  If she can't maintain a strong desire
to have sex with you, you will probably be replaced by a dildo or by
someone else.  Do you want to restore your early marriage sex life?"
she asked as she crossed her leg.  My eyes were temporary diverted to
following the smooth contours of her sleek and smooth legs.

"Yes and no.  I enjoy having sex with her but it is always the same.  I
would like a little change in our activities once in awhile." I
readjusted my pants because I was getting a hard on while discussing
sex with this attractive woman.

"You want her to give you a blow job once in awhile and to let you eat
her out, don't you.  But she won't let you.  This is just one of her
several problems.  Are you aware that she is jealous of Val's life
style and would love to be Val?" she said as she leaned forward to
emphasize her point.  My eyes were drawn to her shapely boobs as her
blouse parted to allow a little better observation.

"No.  I find that hard to believe.  Val is her best friend.  She knows
all about Val's problems and there is no reason that she would want to
be Val or to have a similar life style." I replied quickly.

"Steph is afraid of sex.  She enjoys it but cannot bring herself to do
things that you have expressed desires for.  While she was in college,
she hid and watched Val make love to Ralph.  She became jealous of
Val's boobs and her no-holds barred approach to sex.  She watched Val
suck cock and rub cum all over her body.  She masturbated herself while
watching them make love.  Later she tried to learn to do the same thing
to you, but couldn't bring herself to enjoy it.  She used to make love
to you and fantasize that she was Val and that she was sucking your
cock.  But she could never cross that line.  Then she started
fantasizing that her boobs were larger and looked like Val's boobs.
When Val separated from her husband, Steph was secretly happy because
she wanted Val to find other boy friends and to watch Val fuck those
new boy friends.  She encouraged Val to seek out men and to bring them
over to your house, where she planned to hide and observe.  She would
lie in bed, with you sleeping beside her, and imagine that she was Val
and free to date anyone that she pleased.  She knows that Val can be
beautiful if she would change her hair style and clothes, so Steph
would image how she would metamorp herself if she was Val.  It became a
common fantasy for her.  Are you aware of that?" she asked, knowing
that I was not aware of any of it.

I took a stiff swallow of my drink and looked at the almost empty glass
as I responded "No.  But what you are saying makes sense.  I do not
find it difficult to believe."

"There is more.  Steph is jealous of your success.  That is why she
started her own company and works so hard.  She wants to prove to you
that she can succeed in business.  She thinks that you are where you
are because of luck and that if she had the same opportunity, she would
be more successful than you are now.  She thinks that you are a wimp
when it comes to LayWanda and how she runs over you.  She thinks that
she would understand LayWanda and deal with her better than you have.
Steph is also ashamed of how she looks.  She is very self-conscious of
her lack of boobs.  She also wants to have children but is afraid to.
That is why she has been secretly taking birth control pills so that
she would not get pregnant.  And she wants you to have an affair with
Val so that she can watch you and her."

I ordered another drink and asked "Why are you telling me all of this?
I can't look at Steph now or talk to her without thinking about what
she says or why she is saying or doing what she is doing.  What can I
do?"

"I am trained to help people.  One very accepted method of treatment is
role playing where the person takes on the role that they have been
fantasizing about and they see that it is not as they imagined it would
be.  As I thought about how to help your wife, Val came to me and also
requested help.  Did you know that Val is jealous of your wife and
wants to be Steph?  That she masturbates herself to sleep some nights
pretending that the dildo is your cock?  That she slips into your
bedroom when she is working at your house alone and smells your
underwear?  That she tries on Stephanie's clothes and makes herself up
to look like Stephanie?  That she has masturbated herself on your bed?
She went to work with Stephanie because she wanted to be as close as
possible to Steph and to you.  You are aware that Val's uncle raped her
when she was seven and that her parents didn't believe her for almost
an year.  She developed the stuttering problem and low self esteem by
the time that she was eight.  She met Steph in college and secretly
desired to be her.  They look somewhat physically alike, except for the
boobs.  Both have the same natural hair colour and length although Val
keeps her hair tied up in that matronly bun; and Steph colours her
styled hair.  So it was easy for Val to observe Steph and to adopt her
personality when she was home.  She would comb and brush her hair into
Steph's hairstyle and put on make up and one of Steph's old party
dresses.  Dressed as Steph, she would go into bars and pick up men,
introducing herself as Steph.  When she was pretending that she was
Steph, she would never stutter."

"I am stunned.  I have known both of these women for over seven years
and did not suspect any of this." I asked.

"They both have a strong interest in being the other and living the
other's life style.  I think that they need the opportunity to see how
the other person really lives and to experience their dream lifestyle.
Then they should make a decision if they want to continue living like
that.  I propose to you that we let them live their dreams.  But they
would not do it willingly or they would already have done it.  So they
will need a little hypnotic help.  Both are quite willing subjects and
can be convinced easily that they are each other.  It would require
your utmost cooperation.  I suggest that we hypnotize them into
thinking that they are each other for two months.  Then at the end of
the two months, I will restore their true identities to them and let
them live their role for another two months.  At the end of four
months, they should know who they want to be and what it looks like on
the other side of the fence.  Can I have another drink, please?" she
said as the waiter passed our table.

Doctor Baker, not Amanda, because she is clearly providing clinical
insight, wanted me to participate in a scheme to turn my wife into
another woman and to turn the other woman into my wife.  What would be
the eventual result?  Would Val be my wife or Steph?  And what would I
do when Steph's mother came to visit and found Val thinking that she
was Steph.

"What can go wrong with this plan?" was my only question.

"You will probably wind up with two wives that act and think alike.
Steph does not want to leave you, but wants to watch you with someone
else.  She thinks that the only way that she can see this occur, is to
leave you.  She picked Val because she knows that you and Val like each
other; and she knows that Val has a crush on you.  Val needs a man that
treats her like a woman and not like an object.  She will come out of
her shell and develop a normal relationship.  The worst thing that
could happen, is that each woman decides to live the other woman's
life.  By us assisting them, we can control the situation and make sure
that nothing drastic occurs.  I would like to start my hypnotic
sessions now and to start the role-playing when you return from your
trip.  By the way, both Steph and Val signed consent forms allowing me
to discuss their case with anyone that I deem necessary to assist with
their treatment.  If you are wondering if this is legal, it is.  I
explained that I would probably use a combination of hypnosis and
clinical therapy.  While this is shaky on Christian principles because
of potential further damage, it is quite legal to proceed on this
concept.  The basis is that all scientific testing is based upon a
double blind test concept.  A group of subjects might be dying from
something and half of the group will be selected to take placebos, with
the doctors knowing that what they are doing, could result in the
patients death; even though the patient might have a slight chance if
the real medicine was taken.  Thus it is legally possible to take this
approach.  Especially since I discussed the potential of doing
something this radical with them and obtained their signatures." she
said.

I didn't know what to say or do.  I have never heard of a situation
like this and had never anticipated anything like this.  What Amanda
was saying, sounded very realistic now that I stepped back and thought
about other things that supported the concepts that she was proposing.
I nodded my head slowly with an affirmative nod.

Then I said "How do I know that you can hypnotize them into being each
other?"

She smiled and said "Most people that have not experimented with
hypnotism are not aware of it's potential.  There are two basic
concepts.  Suggestion and trances.  Let me give you a suggestion and if
it doesn't work, then you can cancel the role-playing before it starts.
I will give you a suggestion while we are sitting here in the middle of
the restaurant, in plain view of all the patrons.  I won't put you to
sleep, but will just make a mild suggestion that you will find it
difficult to not comply with.  If you don't comply with my suggestion,
then you can cancel the implementation of the role-playing anytime
before we start it.  Or after we start it.  You will be the one in
charge of what happens."

I looked around, saw that there were several people in the restaurant,
even though no one was paying any attention to us.  I decided to call
her bluff.

"Go ahead and give my suggestion.  I accept your conditions and
proposal." I said very assure of myself and knowing that I would not be
affected by anything that she could try in this crowd.

"Before I give you the suggestion, let me make sure that you are aware
of what may occur.  Think about the concept that I can create a
Beethoven but cannot create the legend.  Thus, I can tell them that
they are someone and they will think that they are that person.  But
would they re-act as the original person would in the same situation?
Not necessary.  They would duplicate the action if they knew what the
action was.  But in this case, they just think that they are the person
and will do whatever they feel like doing.  Think about artists that
re-view their earlier work and how they usually make changes to it
because they have another perspective at that time.  So I can tell them
to have each other memories and to think that they are each other, but
what they do, is an independent action based upon their perspective at
that moment.  Using Beethoven again, I could convince you that you are
him, but you would have none of his musical talent and thought process.
With today's perspectives, you might think that Beethoven would be
doing rap music.  So they will be acting on their own violation, making
an education guess as to what the real person would do.  Ok?" she said.

She smiled and said "I want your eyes to follow my explicit directions
and your ears to only hear my voice.  Look at my lips as I talk.  See
how full and lush they are.  How wet and moist.  Watch as I slowly run
my tongue over my lip and how my lips glisten with the moisture.  Now I
want your eyes to slowly move around to my ear.  Think about how easy
my ear-ring will slide off and how delicious my ear will taste.  Move
your eyes down to my neck and find a spot that you would like to suck
on.  See if you can see the moisture on my neck that your tongue would
leave.  That's good.  Now, I am going to lean forward slightly and I
want your eyes to look deep into my cleavage.  Let your eyes explore
the dark area between my breasts and let your imagination transport you
between my breasts down to the bottom of my bra.  Pretend that your
mouth is my bra and it is encircling my boob.  It is your tongue that I
am feeling around my nipple as you explore my breasts with your mouth.
While your tongue is ticking my breast, your hand is exploring the
silky smoothness of my thigh and my hose.  Now I want you to let go of
my breast and come back to your chair so that you are facing me again
and let your eyes seek my mouth again.  My waiting mouth.  My mouth is
waiting to taste your cock.  But before we can do that, you must look
into my eyes.  That's it.  Look deep within my eyes and see my desire
for you.  Now I have not hypnotized you but have just prepared you for
your suggestion.  Your suggestion is that you will maintain a constant
hard-on when you are on your trip in your hotel room.  As soon as you
enter your room, you will get a hard-on and you can not go to sleep at
night until you masturbate yourself twice.  You will remember this
suggestion and will comply with it.  Now talk to me." she said.

I shook my head and quickly looked around.  No one was paying any
attention to us.  I smiled and said "I like your technique.  I would
like to see what you use to induce a full blown hypnotic trance.  I
will remember your suggestion and will let you know what my decision
is, regardless of whether or not your suggestion works."

She smiled and said "Good, now let's eat.  I know that you have to get
back to work."



6.  Chapter



I called in several times while I was on travel and everything appeared
to be going ok with Steph.  It wasn't going ok for me.  I had
difficulty walking around my motel room because everything that I saw
aroused me.  The newscaster on TV. The woman on the magazine cover.  I
went through a magazine and counted the number of women that I wanted
to fuck.  I have never jacked off before over a picture in the National
Inquirer.  Playboy, yes.  Newsweek, no.  I quickly discovered that I
could get a decent night's sleep after the second masturbation.

If she could do this to me in less than two minutes, with me awake and
in a crowed restaurant, she could work miracles in a clinic
environment.  Maybe Amanda can pull it off.  Anyhow, I have to hurry up
and get back home.  My right hand is being to cramp a lot.

I called home and talked with Steph.  Told her that I would be coming
home Thursday evening and was going to take the next day off.  She
suggested having a cookout and inviting Amanda and Val over.  I told
her it was ok with me.

I flew home on Thursday and drove straight home.  I entered the house
and found Amanda sitting on my living room couch.  She had on some form
fitting shorts and a pull-over sweater.

"Hi, John.  Steph is working with Val and told me to make myself at
home.  How was your trip?" she said as I entered the living room.  Her
boobs were barely contained within the low cut sweater.

I looked at my right hand and said "I found out some things about
myself that I didn't know.  I was worse than a sixteen year old boy
going to camp for the first time." I said as I put my bags down and sat
down across from her.

"Good.  I have been preparing them and am ready to start the actual
process.  I would like to start with Steph.  They are working in the
office and will not leave the office or know that you are here until I
suggest by name that they join us.  Let me get Steph." she said as she
got up and went towards the office.

She returned in a moment with Steph and Steph was surprised to see me
sitting there.  She had not heard me come in or my discussion with
Amanda.  "Hi, honey.  How was your trip?  Can you fix me a drink?"

As I got up to fix her a drink, Steph sat down and Amanda sat down
across from her.  Amanda started talking to Steph "You remember when
you asked me to help you quit smoking and I showed you how to find the
inner calm within yourself whenever I said the words BullDog.  I want
you to relax and to seek that inner calm.  Let your body relax and
slowly seek that inner peace and solitude.  As your body relaxes, your
eyes shall shut and your breathing becomes easier.  You are very
relaxed now.  Your hands are very heavy and you cannot stay awake.  You
are going into a deep deep sleep where you can only hear my voice when
I talk to you.  I have explained to you the different levels of sleep
and you know how to relax and achieve the different levels.  I want you
to drift through the different levels until you reach level five.  You
will tell me when you reach level five.  Until then, you will relax and
sleep."

Then Amanda looked at me.  "She is self-hypnotizing herself now.  When
she reaches a level where she is the most susceptible for suggestions,
then I will start giving her hypnotic suggestions."

"It's that easy to hypnotize someone." I asked quietly.

"Yes, I hypnotize her daily and give her supporting suggestions to
teach her to hypnotize herself.  I used the code word BullDog to start
her session.  What I will do, is give her the suggestions and then
instruct her to self-hypnotize herself twice a day to re-enforce the
suggestions.  Because she is hypnotizing herself and maintaining her
own hypnotic trance, she will be more susceptible to the commands that
I am going to give her.  It looks like she is about ready."

"Master, I am at Level 5 now.  " said Steph in a calm voice.

"Very good.  Now listen closely to me.  I will give you some
instructions between two occurrences of your code word.  You must
memorize everything that I say after I say your code word and that is
before the next repeat of your code word.  You will get up at 6 am
every morning and go look into a bathroom mirror.  You will stare deep
into your reflected eyes and silently repeat everything that you have
memorized.  Then you will return to bed and fall back asleep.  When the
clock wakes you up, you will remember and obey the instructions that
you gave yourself.  Do you understand?" she asked.

"Yes, Master.  I understand and will obey." said Stephanie.

Amanda looked at me and I nodded.  Then she smiled and said "BullDog.
My identity of Stephanie Brooks is going to be stored away.  I have
built a partition in my memory to close off memories of being Stephanie
Brooks.  I cannot remember being Stephanie Brooks.  I can only remember
being born Valerie Johnson and growing up Valerie Johnson.  I remember
my uncle raping me.  I remember my parents thinking I was lying about
my uncle raping me.  I remember that I started stuttering and could not
quit it.  I remember meeting my ex-husband Ralph Sampson and marrying
him.  I remember how un-inhibited my sex life was with Ralph.  I
remember how I enjoyed sucking on his cock and swallowing his delicious
cum.  I remember how hurt I was when he left me.  I remember how my
good friend Stephanie helped me.  I remember how I wanted to be more
like Stephanie but couldn't be.  I remember how I pretend in my own bed
that I am Stephanie and am making love to John as I masturbate myself.
I am Valerie Johnson.  I look like her.  I dress like her.  I fix my
hair like her.  I live in her house.  I am Valerie Johnson.  I talk
like her.  I stutter like her.  I eat what she likes to eat.  I am not
Stephanie.  Stephanie has big boobs and lives with John.  Stephanie
does not stutter.  Stephanie does not try to hide her body.  I am
Valerie.  I only remember being Valerie.  I do not remember being
Stephanie.  Stephanie's memories are hidden away.  I only remember
things that Stephanie told Valerie about her life.  I work for
Stephanie.  I work in Stephanie's house.  I am Valerie.  The woman
living in John's house is Stephanie.  She is my best friend.  I am
Valerie.  Whenever I look at pictures of Valerie, I will see my face.
And when I look at pictures of Stephanie, I will see the woman's face
that is living with John.  She is the new Stephanie.  I am the new
Valerie.  I like to watch Stephanie and John make love.  Then I pretend
that I am having sex with them.  I am Valerie.  I have her memories.  I
have her desires.  I act like her.  I am her.  I am Valerie.  I will do
what Valerie would do.  I have never been Stephanie.  I have always
been Valerie.  I am Valerie.  BullDog." said Amanda.

"Now, I want you to remember that little speech.  I am going to go into
the next room and get your purse and keys; while John goes into the
bedroom and prepares a package.  You will open your eyes, take your
purse and keys and drive to Valerie's home.  You will wear these
glasses that look like Valerie's glasses, but are normal glass.  You
will go inside, and undress.  You will open Valerie's drawer and remove
all of her bras.  You will open the package that John prepared and put
your smaller bras in Valerie's drawer.  You will put the clothes that
you have on now and Valerie's bras in the package.  You will take a
shower and wash all make-up off.  Then you will dry your hair and comb
it the way Valerie does.  You will put on Valerie's nightgown.  Then
you will look into the mirror and repeat your commands.  You will go to
bed and sleep for one hour.  When you wake up, you will be Valerie
Johnson and she has become Stephanie Brooks.  From that moment on, you
are Valerie Johnson.  At ten o'clock, you will call Stephanie and
remind her that she needs to lock in the furniture price tomorrow.  You
will chat with Stephanie for a few minutes and go back to sleep.  When
you awake in the morning, you are still Valerie and you will
self-hypnotize yourself and repeat your instructions.  You will put on
your jogging clothes and bring over the package to John.  Do you
understand?" she asked.

"Yes, Master.  I understand and will obey." said Stephanie in a calm
voice.

"John, please go pack her bras and jogging top.  They can wear each
other clothes except for the bras.  I don't want that small difference
to cause any confusion.  I will go get Valerie's keys and purse." said
Amanda.

I went into the bedroom and quickly threw her bras into an overnight
case.  When I returned, Amanda was entering the living room.  "Good.
Here is your purse and car keys.  I want you to open your eyes, take
your possessions and drive in Valerie's car to her house.  You will
drive safely.  Anytime that you feel any confusion about who you are,
you will tell me.  Now go."

Stephanie opened her eyes but she was not seeing me.  She took the
purse, keys and the overnight case and walked out the door.  Amanda and
I watched her get into the car and back out of the driveway.

"Will she be alright?" I asked.

"Sure.  She will be an excellent driver because she is concentrating on
getting there safe.  Our other friend is going through the initial
hypnotic steps in the office.  Let's join her and see how far along she
is." Amanda said as she took my hand to lead me into the converted
office.

As we entered the office, I saw Valerie sitting on the couch, ramrod
straight, with her eyes shut.  Amanda asked "Val, where are you now?"

"I am at Level 5." said Valerie without any stuttering.

"Good, now listen closely to me.  I will give you some instructions
between two occurrences of your code word.  You must memorize
everything that I say after I say your code word and that is before the
next repeat of your code word.  You will get up at 6 am every morning
and go look into a bathroom mirror.  You will stare deep into your
reflected eyes and silently repeat everything that you have memorized.
Then you will return to bed and fall back asleep.  When the clock wakes
you up, you will remember and obey the instructions that you gave
yourself.  Do you understand?" she asked.

"Yes, Master.  I understand and will obey." said Valerie.

Amanda looked at me and I nodded.  Then she smiled and said "BullDog.
My identity of Valerie Johnson is going to be stored away.  I have
built a partition in my memory to close off memories of being Valerie
Johnson.  I cannot remember being Valerie Johnson.  I can only remember
being born Stephanie Everest and growing up Stephanie Everest.  I
remember being very popular in high school and being on the
cheer-leading team.  I remember meeting my husband John Brooks and
marrying him.  I remember how un-inhibited my sex life is with John and
how we have as active a sex life today as we did when we first married.
I remember how I enjoy sucking on his cock and swallowing his delicious
cum.  I remember how my good friend Valerie needed help with her life
after her marriage failed.  I am Stephanie Brooks.  I look like her.  I
dress like her.  I fix my hair like her.  I live in her house.  I am
Stephanie Brooks.  I make love to her husband and sleep with him in the
same bed.  I talk like her.  I eat what she likes to eat.  I think like
Stephanie.  I have Stephanie's memories.  I act like Stephanie.  I look
like Stephanie.  I am not Valerie.  Valerie has small boobs and I must
convince her to get a boob job.  Valerie stutters.  Stephanie does not
try to hide her body.  I am Stephanie.  I only remember being
Stephanie.  I do not remember being Valerie.  Valerie's memories are
hidden away.  I only remember things that Valerie told Stephanie about
her life.  I am Valerie's boss.  I work in Stephanie's house.  I am
Stephanie.  The woman living in John's house is Stephanie.  Valerie is
my best friend.  I am Stephanie.  Whenever I look at pictures of
Stephanie, I will see my face.  And when I look at pictures of Valerie,
I will see the woman's face that is works with me and lives in
Valerie's condo.  She is the new Valerie.  I am the new Stephanie.  I
love my husband.  My husband is John.  I have been happily married to
John for seven years.  I am Stephanie and I remember having some
martial problems but John and I worked those problems out.  I am happy
to be Stephanie.  BullDog." said Amanda.

"Now, I want you to remember that little speech.  You will open your
eyes, l go into the bedroom, and undress.  You will pack the clothes
that you have on now, into a small suitcase, which John will give to
Valerie in the morning.  You will take a shower and wash all make-up
off.  Then you will dry your hair and comb it the way Stephanie does.
You will put on Steph's nightgown.  Then you will look into the mirror
and repeat your commands.  You will go to bed and sleep for one hour.
You will not wear your glasses.  Tomorrow John will take you to get
some contacts so you can see without wearing glasses anymore.  When you
wake up, you will be Stephanie Brooks and she has become Valerie
Johnson.  From that moment on, you are Stephanie Brooks.  At ten
o'clock, Valerie will call you and remind you that you need to lock in
the furniture price tomorrow.  You will chat with Valerie for a few
minutes and go back to sleep.  You will make love to your husband
tonight.  When you awake in the morning, you are still Stephanie and
you will self-hypnotize yourself and repeat your instructions.  Do you
understand?" she asked.

"Yes, Master.  I understand and will obey." said Valerie in a calm
voice.

"Good.  Go to your bedroom and follow your instructions.  John, would
you take me out to dinner.  I am starved.  And it will take about two
hours for her to wake up.  I will make sure that you are back here in
time, because I think that you have a treat in store for you tonight."
said Amanda.

As Valerie walked into the bedroom, I looked at Amanda and saw that she
was waiting for me to go out with her.  She was right.  We should go
eat.



7.  Chapter



I took her arm and escorted her to the car.  On the way to a
restaurant, I asked "Do you think it is going to work?  How can you be
sure that they will live each other's lives and learn what it is like
to be someone else."

Amanda looked at me and said "It worked with me.  I was a rebellious
kid.  My father was one of these Hell and Damnation preachers and my
mother was an alcoholic.  Dad's favourite hobby was beating me and
locking me into a closet.  I ran away from home to find something
better after I was gang raped by a local bully.  I lived by stealing
until I became a prostitute.  I was living with a man that was my pimp.
He got busted one night and I got scared that I was going to wind up in
jail and then turned over to my old man.  I took a temporary job and
wound up working for a hypno-therapist.  He felt sorry for me and tried
to help me.  I needed someone to talk to and told him about my life and
my dreams.  How I wanted to try something but was scared to take the
first step and to live my dreams.  He hypnotized me into living my
dream for a test.  Then he helped me live my dream without being
hypnotized.  I decided what I wanted to do with my life and made my
choices.  I went to school and got my degree and worked with Dr.  Baker
as his common-law wife and business partner.  He taught me how to dress
properly and how to mingle with the upper-crust crowd.  He taught me
how to enjoy the finer things in life and how to earn the money to
obtain them.  My face wasn't attractive to me and he helped me find a
plastic surgeon to correct my facial faults and some other minor
features.  My life was a complete reversal.  I went from being an
underage prostitute to being an attractive professional woman.  Then
Dr.  Baker found someone new and I knew that it was time for me to move
on.  We parted on very friendly terms with him bankrolling my office
here."

I pulled into the restaurant and we entered.  After we were seated and
ordered, I said "What makes you think that this identity reversal will
work?"

She slowly smiled and said "What if it doesn't work?  Look at your life
now.  You hate your life.  You are not getting along with your wife and
your marriage is a paper marriage.  You stay together because of
appearances and you don't have an easy way to divide the jointly owned
possessions.  In another year or two, you and Stephanie would probably
be at each other's throats regularly and maybe looking forward to a
divorce.  If it does work, then you and Stephanie will have several
more years of happy marriage.  There are also some side benefits.
Valerie could become a household partner and provide the sexual release
to both of you that holds the marriage together.  Or it could be you
and Val living together, with Steph on her own.  Anything is better
than what you have now.  Or you wouldn't have let me do this.  Would
you?"

I pushed my chair back.  Damn her.  She was right.  If my marriage was
ok, there was no way that I would let anyone interfere with it.
Instead I let Amanda waltz in and change my wife and family.  Before I
could answer, she laughed and continued "See.  You were ready for a
change.  I needed a challenge and saw the perfect opportunity in Steph
and Val.  They both came to me of their own accord and opened up about
their problems.  With their permission, I probed a little deeper and
found a lot of hidden confusion and problems.  My options were to help
them find ways to continue, or to find ways to change.  It would have
been easier to have them change and move on, but I wanted to try to
make a go of this marriage and friendship.  And I know that it worked
for me.  Did I tell you about what I did when I went back home?"

"No, you didn't.  Please pass the salt." I said as the waiter put our
salads on our table.

"I left home in disgrace.  My parents didn't know where I was or
bothered to look for me.  After I had my degree and was living quite
comfortably as Dr.  Baker's wife, I felt a need to go back home.  So I
packed up my BMW and drove home.  I checked into the only hotel in
town, in their nicest suite.  Then I walked around town.  I found my
sister working in a restaurant.  I went in and made sure to sit in her
section.  She didn't recognize me, with the blond hair style, the
perfectly applied make-up and the expensive clothes with the low-cut
cleavage showing.  I had lost every trace of my accent and was wearing
colour-tinted contacts to change my eye colour.  I told her that I was a
tourist and asked her about the town.  It was a slow day and before I
got out of the restaurant, I found out that her husband was the bully
that I knew quite well and hated.  She had three kids and he worked at
the service station.  I left a generous tip and walked around town some
more.  I was welcomed into the store where the old man once had to save
me from being charged with shop-lifting.  I found out that my old man
had died in a car wreck with one of the town sluts blowing him as he
drove.  I went to the church where he used to preach and was delighted
to see that it was closed and needed a lot of repair."

She looked away for a moment and I thought that I saw a glimmer of a
tear starting in her eye as she continued "Then I went to my home to
see my mother.  I parked out front and walked up the steps.  I rang the
bell and she said to come in.  I went in and it looked as junky and
trashy as the day I left.  She was a little drunk, which was the way
the I remembered her, and wanted to know what I wanted.  She didn't
recognize me.  I sat down and said that I wanted to talk to her about
one of her kids that ran away from home.  She started cussing and
talking about how ungrateful all of her kids were.  The waitress never
came by and the other kid left years ago and was probably dead.  She
drank a little more and told me more than I wanted to know about my
father, about her poor state now that no one was looking after her, and
about my slut of a sister and her cheating husband.  I left the house
without her knowing who I really was.  I went back to my hotel room and
thought about what my life would have been like if I had stayed in that
little town.  Then I freshened my make-up, put on my best smelling
perfume and drove over to the service station.  It didn't take long to
convince the bastard to get in the car with me and to drive out of
town.  I told him that he could fuck me if he would let me talk very
soft to him.  Before he knew what happened, I hypnotized him and found
out every bad thing that he had ever done.  I gave him a hypnotic
suggestion to go back to work and to rob the beer joint.  He had done
it before, but hadn't got caught.  This time he got caught and wound up
in jail.  After they sentenced him, I sent my sister ten thousand
dollars and set up a trust fund for the kids where she can't touch the
money.  I set up a fund for my mother to make sure that she wouldn't be
hungry and couldn't use the money for booze.  Then I left and haven't
been back since.  I prefer my life now to what I would have been if I
had stayed there or had continued living with my pimp."

Amanda paused and her voice changed pitch slightly as she continued
"Did I tell you what my mother asked me about her runaway kid?  No, I
didn't because I wanted to save that for the last.  She asked me if I
knew her son, Andrew.  You see, I was born a male.  Dr Baker helped me
see what I wanted out of life and to find the means to change my life.
My sister's future husband raped me in junior high and my sister
watched.  I went home with my ass bleeding and cum all over me.  My
father whipped me because I couldn't protect myself.  I ran away from
home that night.  I turned my first prostitute trick in a strange town
because I was starved and didn't care if I lived or died.  Then I
thought about how nice the room was compared to the bridge that I was
sleeping under.  I had twenty dollars to buy some food.  I found that
men like boys.  I was a male prostitute specializing in older men.  I
was spending my money on drugs and didn't care about my life.  So you
see, it was quite natural for me to specialize and become an expert in
Gender Dysphoria.  I had to learn who I was and who I wanted to be
before I could treat anyone else.  Aren't the best cooks, the ones that
eat their own cooking.  Please pass the salad dressing."



8.  Chapter



I was almost in shock.  This beautiful sexy woman had been born a man.
I looked thoroughly at her boobs which appeared very real.  She laughed
and said "Eight thousand dollars and one year of heavy hormone
treatments.  I have to take a maintenance dose of hormones every day to
keep them looking firm and real.  Prior to the gender change, I was
working as a male prostitute because I found that men would pay good
money for my little boy ass and mouth.  Once the country bumpkin busted
my ass, I didn't mind anymore and quickly learned to enjoy it.  Dr.
Baker saw the potential in me and changed me from being a cocky young
male prostitute to a sexy demur young teenage girl.  I greatly enjoyed
the change.  I would still be with the old man, but he found a new
subject and wanted to repeat his magical transformation.  So I left
town.  That is how I wound up here.  You remember in the restaurant the
other night, how I said that a lot of people could pass for the other
sex and that the odds were good that there was at least one person in
that room.  I started to tell you that night but I wanted to get to
know you better.  And I knew that if you knew that I was a man, then my
suggestion that you maintain a hard-on might not work."

"I find it difficult to believe that you were once a man.  I see
nothing masculine about you or anything that points to your original
plumbing.  You are a very attractive woman and I would probably have
asked you out if I was single.  And because of your suggestion, I
almost put a callous on my right hand thinking about what I imagined
your body to look like." I said, trying to discuss my current
confusion.

She leaned back, thrusting her chest out and said "For the next couple
of months, you are going to be very married.  After everything settles
down from this little adventure, we might pretend that you are single.
Until then, let's just be good friends and enjoy each other's company,
with no hint of sexual confusion or lust.  Now, let's finish dinner and
get you out of here.  Your wife will be waking up very shortly and she
will be needing you."

I nodded and we finished the meal talking about things that I should
expect and how I should act.  Basically I should be me and act as if
she was Steph.  The hard part would be when Steph comes over to the
house acting like Val.

I finished my dinner and drove Amanda back to our house.  She gave me a
friendly peck on the cheek and left me to go inside.  I entered my
house and saw Steph fixing something to eat.  But how can that be.  She
is over at Valerie's house.  Then she turned around and it was Val,
with her hair fixed like Steph's hair and she was wearing Steph's
nightgown.

"Hi, honey.  Would you like something to eat?  I came home, took a nap,
and woke up hungry.  How was your trip?" she asked as she gave me a
hug.

"It was long.  I missed you." I said as I put my arms around her waist
and pulled her to me.  This was my wife and we would do things now that
she would never let me do before.  I had to see how willing she was.

Her arms quickly wrapped around my neck and pulled my lips to hers.
She pressed her body against mine.  I took a moment to look at her in
the wonderfully soft and silky teddy she had worn to bed.  With a quick
wave of my hand I grasped the plunging neckline and ripped the silk
right down the middle, allowing her breasts to bulge out and showing at
the bottom of the rip her dark mound of pubic hair.  I chuckled at the
surprise in her eyes, and then the glimmer of delight

"I know what you like, what you want, and what you need.  I have
similar needs, desires, and wants, and will do my best to fulfil yours
while fulfilling mine.  You will enjoy what I will do to you." I said.
"Shall we begin?"

She nodded a silent yes to my awaiting gaze.

As I walked around her, I grabbed the low cut back of her teddy and
ripped it down the back, and with a swift pull broke the snaps at the
crotch and let the shredded garment fall to the floor.  I paused to
look at her shape, very soft and lovely, her milky skin, and warm brown
hair.  Her breasts were very full and firm.  "Follow me" I said as I
walked to our bedroom, knowing that she would follow.  The old Steph
would be raising all sorts of hell about that old teddy.

I opened my suitcase and took out a pair of leather wrists cuffs with a
strap between them that I had just purchased.  I walked to her, smiled,
and gently placed them on her wrists.  She didn't refuse and just
smiled at me.  After I tightened them, I led her over to a table and
bent her over the table.  The table was just the right height to lay
her stomach on, so that she was totally exposed unless she pressed her
thighs tightly together.  Standing with her ankles together she waited
for me.

I gave her ass a sharp smack with my belt to sting her ass.  Then I
whispered "Can you feel the air caressing your exposed ass and pussy?
How does it feel?"

She barely wiggled her ass and said "Great.  Do whatever you want to
me.  I am yours.  I am beginning to tingle and to moisten inside."

"I want to examine every part of your body and touch you in any way I
wish." I started running my hands up and down her sides, starting from
her underarms and going to her hips.  "Wonderful skin, soft and
smooth." My hands travelled down her legs, covering every inch of their
surface, up and down, up and down, as I felt every cell.

"Legs are firm, very smooth, and shows that you take care of your body.
Moist skin, nicely shaped." I examined her feet, her ankles, up her
back, down her arms, to her hands, then back up her arms, over
shoulders, into her hair, grabbing handfuls of it and gently pulling.
I moved down to her lower back, and gently passed my palms over the
cheeks of her ass.  Her legs were spread so that even the lips of her
cunt were spread, the air hitting the hood of her clit.

I smiled to myself as I viewed her exposed sex.  I placed my palms on
her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, gently blowing on her tight tiny
hole and watching as she flinched in response.  I placed my thumbs on
her vulva and spread her lips, looking into the tight unfilled area of
her vagina, a dark pink and already glistening slightly.  I gently drew
a finger up between her inner lips and stopped to rest my finger on her
already straining clit.  She moaned as the pressure shot warmth through
her body, knowing that her whole crotch ached from the increasing blood
pressure in the region.

"Do I need to tie you down for this?" I whispered.  She vigorously
shook her head no.

"Good, but if I want to, I will."

Gently I rolled her over, and held her hands above her head.  I helped
her scoot up onto the table so that only her calves dangled off, and
pulled slightly on her wrists to raise her arms higher, causing her
back to arch slightly and push her breasts out.  I continued my
caressing noting her ticklish jump when I touched her sides, and how
her nipples were hard as rocks although her breasts hadn't been touched
yet.

Then I cupped a hand over each breast, gently feeling their firmness
under my palms, the hard nipples pushing into my hand.  The breast feel
so good.  I have missed having a boob that can be felt and squeezed.

Continuing down her body, she smiled slightly as I spread her legs, and
said "Perhaps for this next part we need to tie you down."

Her voice was very husky with desire as she said "I have been very bad.
You know what I need.  Do it to me."

Gently I rolled her over and pulled her down on the table again so she
was bent over it, and then I tied her ankles to the legs so that they
were spread apart.  I placed a hand on her head and stroked her
wonderful hair.  "Don't worry.  I am just going to see what you can
take.  Just relax."

I began to gently rub her ass, and then I gently slipped his hand
between her legs, resting my palm against her clit, and just gently
rubbing and pushing.  She dropped her head onto the table and moaned,
and I increased the pressure as she tried to push back on me.  As she
lubricated she began to rock back and forth the little that she could
and began gasping as I pushed against her clit.

I spread her lubrication around her crotch with my palm and urged her
into deeper relaxation knowing the warm feelings from her clit were
spreading all over her body.  Her body went taunt as she felt my
finger, wet with slippery k- jelly, gently dance around the ring of her
anus.  She gasped at the surprise, and tried to push herself away as I
gently applied pressure and gently dilated her tight hole, just
slightly reaching into her.

I continued gently massaging my finger around her ass, and then gently
slipped it inside.  I added plenty of lubricant, applying both to my
hand and her ass each time.  She loosened up at the good and strange
feeling.  She suppressed a gasp as I gently pressed two fingers into
her as far as I could.  She was breathing hard from my exploration.

I began to undress.  Her gaze fell onto my cock and she smiled at my
beautiful manhood.  I bent down to kiss her, lightly caressing her face
with light brushes of my lips.  She looked at me while I untied her
legs and help her up from her bending position she'd kept for quite a
while.  I helped her stretch and led her to the bed as I gave her a
large warm hug, gently stroking her back as she relaxed and settled the
contours of her body into mine.

She slid onto the bed, stretching and relaxing in it's comfort as I
crawled in beside her and pulled her near.  I knew that she liked this
better than the table.  I lowered my head to her neck and sweeping away
her hair, gently nipped at her neck.  She shivered and squirmed as a
moan escaped her lips and she pushed back into me.  I slightly shifted
position so that my cock was pressing between the cleft of her ass.
She smiled as I gently slipped my hand between her thighs, feeling the
wet river that was coming from between her legs.  She was excited and I
intended for both of our experiences to be rewarding.  I was going to
get some real ass first.

Gently I slid a finger into her rather easily, and before long I had
two fingers gently rotating around inside of her.  Her ass was tight
around just my two fingers, but I knew that she would relax more.
Gently removing my fingers I applied some lube to my cock, and gently
began to rub it around her asshole, not pressing into her, just
massaging the area.  I continued kissing and stroking her, reaching
around and taking a breast into my free hand, feeling the warm weight
of it, pinching her painfully hard nipples between my thumb and finger.
I reached one hand down in front, and cupping my palm around her mound
sunk two fingers into her dripping cunt, making her moan and press down
onto my hand.  She began to move her hips around so that my palm would
massage her clit, which was swollen enough that I could feel it
pressing against my hand.

I moved my hips to position my cock directly over her anus, and gently
began to push.  She moaned from her pleasure.  I began to push harder,
listening to every sound and looking at every move she made, not
wanting to hurt her if at all possible.  Slowly, almost unnoticeable,
her hole began to dilate and I felt myself slipping into her cell by
cell slowly.  I held the pressure steady, and after taking a few deep
breaths, she pushed back.  I realized by her breathing that she must be
close to orgasm.  I felt her ring of muscles tight around the head of
my cock, and knew that sooner or later it would hurt her before she'd
take it all.  I stopped the pressure and applied a bit more lube around
my cock as it barely stuck into her, and around her hole, and then went
back to her wet pussy and targeted her clit directly with my finger.
She gasped and moaned as I gently started to trace circles around her
clit, and as she began to swivel her hips around with me I pushed into
again, so slowly, it was almost impossible to tell if I was going
inside of her.

She gently pushed back, and whispered "Yes.  I want it.  Fuck me like
you have never fucked me before.  I want your hot cock in me and fill
me with your warm hot meat."

I almost laughed because I was really fucking her for the first time.
Her pelvis moved away from me, and her breathing increased as my
circles increased in speed and came closer and closer to going directly
over her clit.  I felt every muscle in her lower body start tremblings,
and tensing, and I increased the pressure.  She gasped as my head
slipped past her.  I eased, and increased my work on her clit,
whispering and pleading and begging her to come.  As I slipped a finger
into her, I felt her begin to tighten.  As she began moaning her
orgasm, I thrust hard into her ass, making her scream as I buried
myself up to the hilt in her warm soft ass.  Her sounds were too much
for me.  It was all I could do to stop myself from exploding.  I had
felt her orgasm so powerfully in every cell of my body.

She tensed her ass, almost ripping my penis off inside of her.  The
intensity of her orgasm, only intensified by the huge explosion of warm
pain she had felt as I thrust into her, had been almost enough to make
her cry, just out of sheer powerfulness from the pleasure of her
orgasm.

As her breathing slowed, I gently began to withdraw from her, intending
to let her rest.  Her hand flew behind her and grasped me, not letting
me move back farther.  She pushed back into me, impaling herself again
on my cock.  I snuggled up to her back, and reached around to grab the
other breast.  I slowly began to move in and out of her, removing and
entering farther each time.

She began to rock with me, in a slightly faster pace.  I matched hers,
and groaned as she tightened up.  My hand moved to her crotch again,
and I buried three fingers in her, using my palm to grind her clit back
and forth, around and around.  I began to groan with every thrust I
made as she matched my groans with her grunts.  She alternated grunts
with repeating "YES. YES." I began to build toward orgasm.  I moved my
fingers around as I rubbed her clit, knowing that the feeling of her
vagina and ass being filled was too much.  She began to tremble and let
out a scream as she orgasmed.  Her orgasm caused her to tighten the
pressure on my cock, and I exploded.  I bit down on her neck as I
poured hot white liquid deep into her.

As we returned to lower heart rates and slower breathing, I pulled my
hand from her crotch, and gently rocked back to pull myself from her.
I rolled over onto my back, and, relaxed.  She turned over, and rolled
into my awaiting arms.  I wrapped my arm around her shoulder as she
nestled her head on my chest, and curled up beside me.  She said "God,
that was great.  Why don't we do that more often?"

I just smiled as she went to sleep in my arms.  This is my new wife
Stephanie.



9.  Chapter



We made love again in a more conventional manner.  Then "Val" called.

"Hi, John, it's me.  I wa-wa-wanted to tell St-St-Stephanie to lock in
the furniture pr-pr-prices tomorrow morning.  Please remind her and I
will see you tomorrow." she said.  She even sounded like Val.  If I had
not known better, I would have bet that it really was Val on the other
phone.

Somewhere around 3 PM, I woke up with a pair of lips wrapped around my
cock.  As she held my cock in her hand it became hard again.  She
wrapped her lips briefly around the tip and licked the underside of the
head.

"Oh, yeah honey.  That's what I want.  That feels so good.  ahhhh." Her
mouth began to engulf more of my cock as she sucked my cock into her
throat.  In the dim light, I saw her determined look as her tongue
started to wash my flopping balls and her upper lip reached the root of
my cock.  She began to pump up and down, three, four time, pause, pump
again.

"Ungh!, Ungh!, Ungh!, " I uttered with each stroke as she grunted.
"ooohhh, god, oohh, god, oh, god!" I moaned and made animalistic
guttural grunts as I thrust my meat as deep as she could take it.  Her
wet tight throat had a firm grip on my cock.

My pelvis was pumping with my motions now as much as I could manage
without losing her.  I felt her orgasm come in a shuddering quake that
started at her crotch and expanded to encompass her entire body.  Once
she'd come though, she kept moving, building another as she continued
to suck my cock.  My orgasm started to build too, and as she approached
her second, my cock loosed a torrent of cum into her wet hot mouth.  I
smothered her lips with my cum as she sucked every drop from my pulsing
cock.

I rolled off and looked at this woman, glowing with joy and sexual
pleasure.  She was still sucking me, cleaning the fluids off as she
went.  I enjoyed the sensations her tongue, lips and teeth gave me.
She smiled at me and said "You don't have to go to work today and I may
just call in sick.  We still have a lot of catching up to do."

I fell asleep.

I was barely awake when she got out of bed at 6 am and went into the
bathroom to self-hypnotize herself.  In less than five minutes, she
came back to bed and quickly went to sleep.  I went back to sleep also.

When I woke up, she was out of bed.  I got up, pulled on some shorts
and went exploring the house.  I found "Steph" on the patio, drinking a
cup of coffee.

"Good morning, did I wake you?  I just felt so good this morning and
couldn't sleep any more.  I fixed some coffee and drank the whole cup
without wanting to light a cigarette.  Before I met Amanda, I would
have smoked four or five cigarettes by now.  I am glad that I let her
hypnotize me and help me break that bad habit.  I know that you didn't
care for it and I don't know why I let it get so bad.  Would you like
some toast with your coffee?" she said as she got up to pour me a cup
of coffee.

"No, I don't want any breakfast today.  I did nothing but eat while I
was on travel and have to start losing some of this weight that I
gained." I said patting my belly.

"I tried to work it off of you last night." she said with a smile.
"You enjoyed it too.  I worry when you travel and imagine that you are
in a hotel room with some cheap slut.  I was glad to see you last night
and to see that your body hadn't had an overdose of sex recently.  I
found some bagels in the fridge.  Val must have left them.  How about
some cream cheese and bagels?"

"No, just coffee.  How much did you miss me?" I asked.

She came over, opened her robe, dropped her robe to the ground and sat
on my lap, so that her left breast was about my mouth level as she put
her arms around me.  She softly replied "Yes.  Did you miss having this
to suck on?  I think that you will enjoy this more than any bagel or
doughnut." as she held her boob about my mouth level.

I stared.  Not because they were the only real boobs that I had seen in
years, but because they were so perfectly shaped.  Obviously, she could
wear all kinds of sexy clothing that the old Steph could never think of
wearing.  She could model!  She could model in a men's magazine, or for
bras or swimsuits.

"You act as if you have never seen my breasts before.  Are you playing
hard to get?" she asked me as she took my hand and placed it on one of
her breasts.  They were so soft and silky.  I just felt how wonderful
her skin felt as she said "I love the feel of your tongue and the way
that you tease me.  I can't get enough of you." She gently pulled my
head towards her nipple.  She arched her back, pushing her firm breasts
out, the nipples were just beginning to harden.  I let my hands drift
down and rest on her bare thighs, the soft smooth skin warm under my
fingers.  She moaned appreciatively.  As my fingers crept up her thighs
towards her hips she began to pant and whimper faintly.  As I looked at
her naked body, I felt my pulse quicken, and my cock get harder.

I wrapped my mouth around her nipple, taking it deep into my mouth.  I
felt hot and light-headed as my heart pounded in my neck as I was
feeling the warmth of her round breast.  I opened my mouth and took in
as much of it as I could.  But something wouldn't even let me stop to
think about it.

"Here," she whispered, "use your hand to explore the other one, while
you suck the areola and suck hard.  You won't hurt me."

I sucked her areola, and sucked hard as she sighed softly and put her
hand behind my head, holding me to her.  I noticed her hips beginning
to sway.  She rubbed a hand down my chest, then eased her hand into my
shorts and found my hard cock between my legs.

I just sucked and sucked.  I noticed that Steph was easing me out of my
shorts, but I didn't care.  Sucking on those perfect breasts was all I
could think about!  I was soon naked, and Steph was pulling me onto the
chaise lounge.  All I could think about was those perfect breasts that
I was kissing.

She lay back on the couch, drawing one foot up along the other leg to
her knee, opening herself to me completely.  She let one hand rest on
her inner thigh, the hand beginning to slowly stroke up and down
between her legs.  The other hand drifted up between her firm, pear
shaped breasts, where it began to tease her fully hardened nipples.
The small pink points rising in little nubs up from the even paler pink
aureole.

"I want you NOW, lover." She said in a husky whisper.

She began rubbing herself a little faster as she grasped my now
throbbing cock.  I groaned as first she blew gently on the tip, and
then began to lick it long and slowly.  After only a few moments of
this she began to lower herself back down onto the lounge, pulling me
down by my penis.  She guided me slowly between her legs and brushed my
tip up and down along her outer lips.  Both of us were moaning now in a
sate of high arousal.

I began to gently tease her breasts again with my lips and tongue.  I
moved slowly around, never quite touching her nipples, spending equal
amounts of time on each breast.  I opened my mouth around one breast,
and began devouring the nipple, while she slid me deep inside her warm,
wet, and hungry body.  She grabbed me tightly with her inner muscles as
I began to slowly push in and out of her.  My mouth switched to her
other breast, licking, and worrying at nipple, the soft firm flesh of
her breast almost completely covered by my mouth when I opened wide.

She was so aroused already that she began her first orgasm.  She was
moaning and whimpering, getting louder as her motions became more
intense.  Her inner muscles were squeezing me with incredible strength
and I had to exert a considerable amount of control to keep from
letting go too early.  With a last high pitched whimper, she went over
the edge, her back arched and mouth open, gasping silently.  Her moans
took on a tone of surprise.  They quickened.  Then, I felt her vagina
tighten around me as I pumped in and out.  Her mouth was wide open, but
nothing was coming out.  This lasted for some time, about 30 seconds,
before she let up.  The she pulled my face to her and loudly said "You
made me come, hard," she smiled breathlessly.  "Do it again.  Just like
that."

I continued to slowly pump and tease her breasts until she came down.
Even as she was recovering I kept at her, feeling my own threshold, as
I tried to work her back to peak.  With the continued stimulation to
her above and below she soon was caught up in the rising throws of
another orgasm.  I bounced on her hard and fast again, and soon enough,
I felt the heat rise and the velvet walls tighten.  I pumped even
harder, and she let out a little scream.  I was slamming into her, and
she gave no sign of letting up.  It lasted for minutes.  For a moment,
she would catch her breath, but then she'd gasp and start coming again.
She was having orgasms every few seconds!  Orgasms that lasted half a
minute, even a minute each.  Moving faster and faster inside her I
began to let loose with an intense series of spasms.  The feeling of my
warmth joining with hers, the incessant friction against her clit was
enough to send her over the edge once more, thrashing and moaning along
with me.

I was laying exhausted on her.  Then I realized that we were out on the
patio and my white butt was sticking up in the air and that Steph had
been quite loud a couple of times.  "That was a lovely way to start the
day, and I hope you realize that I want you to do it like that every
morning." She grinned wickedly.

We were finished and just laying on the patio, after enjoying each
other's body when Steph looked up and said "Ah, shit.  Val is here.
She must have come in while we were fucking.  She had to see us because
first thing that she does every morning, is go into the kitchen and get
a cup of coffee.  John, we need to do something about her.  She is very
lonely and needs a man.  A good fucking will stop her stuttering
problem.  Do you know anyone that we can set her up with?"

"No.  But we can try to get her to go out with us and see what happens.
Are you sure that she is here?  Or that she saw us?" I asked as I put
my shorts back on.

"Go out to the office and talk to her while I get dressed." she said as
she picked up her robe and walked bare assed naked through the house.

I re-filled my coffee because the previous cup was now very cold.  Then
I went into the office.  Val was there, working on the computer.  She
looked up at me and smiled.  "Good morning.  I didn't mean to pry but
it's not of-of-often that I see such a white ass st-st-st-sticking
st-st-straight up in the air.  I enjoyed seeing someone getting it on
because my sex life ain't sh-shit anymore.  If it wasn't for dildos, I
would forget everything about sex.  Steph was acting as if she was
gl-gl-glad to see you."

I could not believe my eyes.  Steph was wearing Val's baggy clothes,
had her hair pulled back in a tight bun, had no make-up on, and was
wearing the black horn rimed glasses with the clear glass in them.  If
it wasn't for her red-hair, it would be Val sitting there.  She looked
and sounded just like Valerie.

"No problem.  We thought that we were alone and ...  Well, you know how
things like that occur." I said.

"Ralph didn't like to do it an-anywhere but on the bed.  I wa-wa-wanted
to try different places, but he didn't like to experiment." Then she
smiled as she said "Did you have a sugar donut this mo-mo-morning
because you have so-so-something on your face that looks like sugar or
pussy nectar."

I quickly wiped my face and said "I have to go get dressed."

"Ok, I left that package that you wanted on the couch." she said as I
exited the room.  The bras.  I need to put them in Steph's drawer
before she gets out of the shower.  I pick up the package and go into
our bedroom.  Steph is taking a shower.  I put the bras in the drawer
and laid back on the bed.

She came out of the bathroom, with her hair dried and brushed into the
style that Steph was wearing now.  She had also put on some make-up and
looked quite nice.  She dropped the robe and started dressing.  As she
put on her bra, she said "John, I need to go to the optometrist today
and get some contacts.  My eyesight is getting worse and I don't want
to wear glasses.  I feel so sorry for Val with her big glasses.  You
don't know how many times I tried to get her to throw those glasses
away and get some contacts.  Her face is very pretty and she does
everything that she can to hide it.  I may need glasses now, but I will
never wear glasses if I can help it.  How do you think this blouse
looks with this skirt?"

I spent the next several minutes watching her get dressed.  When she
was almost dressed, I walked into the kitchen, got another cup of
coffee and went into the office.  I wanted to see how they interacted
by themselves.

"Good morning, Val.  Sorry that you had to witness John's inability to
control his male hormones but he had to demonstrate that he is pure
animal after being on a long trip.  We would have asked you to join us
but John keeps swearing that I am the only woman in the world for him.
And he was doing so well that I didn't want to interrupt him." Steph
said as she entered the room.

Val looked up from her computer screen, looked at me and smiled.  "John
looked like he had been after it all mo-mo-morning.  That thing between
his legs lo-looked it had been worn away to almost nothing.  It
reminded me of a dachshund that I saw one time.  Maybe if John has
enough to sh-sh-share next time, I will join you."

Steph gave me a big hug and laughed.  "John, if she only knew what you
can do with what you have.  Don't let her kid you.  I love it and
wouldn't trade your cock for any man's cock.  Except for John Holmes.
And about three million other cocks that I have seen." They both
laughed and I tried to laugh.

"Well, Val, we need to get to work.  Amanda is expecting to have her
office ready in two weeks.  Do you remember that contractor that we
used for the McPherson project last year.  We have a bid from him and
it is...." I listened to them talk for about half an hour.  They have
adopted each other's personality, actions, and speech patterns.  They
have become each other and accept each other as being their old self.

During the day, I check in on them frequently and am still amazed at
through they pick up on each other's personality.  I was sitting on the
patio, going over my travel invoices when Amanda joined me at the
table.  Today, she is wearing a white sun dress that complements her
nice tan.

"How are our two young ladies doing today?" she asked.

"Beautiful.  They have adapted to their new roles and seem contented
with who they think they are.  Val doesn't have a trace of stuttering
now and has even picked up some of Steph's pronunciation patterns." I
quickly jumped up to offer her a chair beside me.

"You have to start thinking of them as who they think they are.  Not
who they used to be.  Call the woman who was your previous wife by her
new name as if she was born with that name and treat her as if she was
your wife's best friend.  And you have a new wife.  She is very
attractive with her hair fixed and make-up applied.  Both women have an
appointment with a hair stylist today and they will go home with their
normal colour.  I could see that she had a nice body and just needed to
change her wardrobe.  How was last night with your wife?" she asked.

"I never had a night with the old Stephanie like that.  Val, I mean
Steph has no sexual hang-ups and will try anything.  And repeatedly.
She could not get enough last night and kept me aroused and humping all
night.  Even this morning, she attacked me on the patio where Val saw
us when she came over.  So she is not imitating Steph in that respect.
Thank god." I found that I was looking at Amanda's boobs and trying to
believe that they were not natural.

Amanda caught me looking and adjusted her position very slightly so
that I got a better look for a couple of seconds and then went back to
a more mundane viewpoint.  "Stephanie is living the sexual dreams that
she wanted to have.  In her old life, she was quite active with a dildo
and had quite an active imagination.  She found it quite easy to
transfer those memories of the dildo over to memories of sex with you.
You have to be sure that you don't disappoint her.  When she was living
as Val, she had a strong desire to share you with her best friend.  She
knew what time Val would arrive this morning and probably had sex with
you on the patio because she had frequent fantasies about coming in and
catching you two in the act.  Did you notice any other differences?"

"No.  They both act the same.  Except that they seem a little to joke
more about sex and sharing me.  The only other difference was the
obvious physical difference of the new Stephanie's boobs.  She used her
boobs quite effectively in our warm-ups, in the sexual act, and in the
way that she wears her clothes.  The old Steph was quite self conscious
of her lack of boobs and did not want any boob sexual activity."

"I understand where she is coming from.  I had an attitude adjustment
when I got my boobs.  Don't be surprised if Steph wants to start making
some wardrobe changes to show off her cleavage more."

We talked for another hour about other differences and how well the
girls were adapting.  Then Amanda left.  I finished up my office work
and went inside to finish putting up my travel clothes.  Steph came in
the bedroom and laid on the bed.

"Honey, did you put anything in the coffee?  Since you returned home
last night, I have felt so horny.  Val and I was just talking girl talk
and she has the same problem.  If I was to tell you what she did with
her dildo last night, you would blush.  I told her about how many times
we did it and she got very aroused.  We started talking about what she
saw this morning and she had watched us for awhile.  She wanted to join
us but she didn't say it.  We have to find her a man.  If she had an
active sex life, she wouldn't stutter.  Do you think it would hurt to
hire a male prostitute for her?  What am I saying.  She needs sex and
on-going affection.  She has to have a regular man.  But I know that we
have a problem.  I suspect that Val has a crush on you.  Everytime I
tell her about how deep and long you make love to me, she gets aroused.
Maybe we ought to clone you and let your clone make love to her." Then
Steph got up and started undressing, "I don't like the way this blouse
looks on me.  It feels too tight.  I like the colour and style, but it
doesn't fit me anymore.  I am going shopping for a couple of new items
today, do you want anything?"

"No, but if you see any nice ties, you can get a couple for me.  Is Val
going with you?"

"No, she is waiting on some call-backs to confirm scheduling and
delivery dates.  See you later, lover." she said as she grabbed her
pocketbook and left.



10.  Chapter



The next four days were a repeat of the first day.  Steph would fuck
and suck me about all night.  She couldn't get enough.  Nether could I.
I was in love with Steph.  My Steph.  My horny Steph.  My cock sucking,
cum swallowing Stephanie.  My big boobed Steph.

I found it difficult to think about ever having made love to Val.
Within five days, the new Steph belonged to me and had pushed the old
Steph out of my mind.  I know that my agreement with Amanda was that
they would live this test life for two months and then we restore their
memories to them.  But I was not sure that I wanted this two months to
end.  Or the old Steph to come back to my bed.

It wasn't that I hated or disliked her.  It was that the new Steph had
a hell of a body and knew how to use it on me.  It was very easy to
pretend that the new Steph was the real Steph and vice versa.  Could I
go back to the old Stephanie.  Could I make love to the new Steph but
with her old identity of Valerie?  Would she have the same wild
reckless abandonment?  Or would she make love as reserved as her
personality is?  I have a quandary and not too many days left to enjoy
this.

What did we do?  What did we not do?  I have to worry about whether or
not I can get those strawberry jelly and whip cream stains out of the
couch.  Strawberry, cum and pussy juice tastes great.  And my car back
seat has dried cum on the scotch guard seat covers.  And yesterday was
the cleanest day of my life.  We fucked in the bath, in the shower and
in the back yard under the garden hose.  I didn't think that I was
going to get out the shower.  She had her back braced up against the
ceramic tile while her legs were wrapped around my neck and my face was
buried in her pussy.  If the water heater hadn't ran out of hot water,
I might have drowned after awhile.

And there was her dildo the other night.  My hands were tied behind my
back and my feet were tied.  I had a buzzing dildo and 5 pounds of k-y
jelly up my ass as she made me remove an maraschino cherry from her
mouth.  And two from her pussy before she would turn that damn vibrator
off.  The worst thing was she put two ice cubes up my ass first and
then used the vibrator to get my ass moving to melt the ice cubes.  I
quickly learned to find out what she planned to do, before I let her
tie me up any more.

I went back to work on Monday but my mind was not on work.  I didn't
care what LayWanda did.  I just wanted to get the hell out of work and
back home to my horny little wife.  When I came home on Monday, she and
Val were working.

"Hi, hon.  I am home." I said.

Val looked up and watched as Steph blended her body to mine and gave me
a deep kiss.  I couldn't help myself and let my hands wander around her
ass cheeks.  While we were hugging each other, Val said "You two don't
act as if you have been ma-married se-seven years.  If you are this
horny after that long, I would have loved to se-seen your
ho-honeymoon."

Steph laughed out loud and replied "It was a disaster.  I got sunburned
the first day and he couldn't touch me for three days.  I was feeling
bad because I was so stupid.  If you had been there, I would have asked
you to take my place until I healed.  John had been looking forward to
a week of sex."

Then turning back to me, Steph said "Did Amanda call you today?  If
not, she wants you to meet her for lunch tomorrow.  And the four of us
are going out tomorrow night.  Amanda has found a nice dance club for
us to go to."

                                 ******

Amanda had reserved a private table for the two of us, overlooking the
waterfront.  As I approached her table, I watched the slight breeze
blow a lock of blond hair around her face.  She was pure woman and
radiated sex appeal.  There is no way that she could ever have been a
man.

She heard me and turned, with a smile.  Her eyes are very beautiful and
I had a difficult time glancing down at her exposed cleavage.

"How are our girls today?" she said as I sat down.

"They have adapted quite well to being each other.  Although it has
only been a few days, I find it difficult to think of ever being in bed
with Val.  She has become my wife's best friend and I only want to have
sex with my wife.  Does that sound funny?" I said.

She giggled and replied "No.  It was what I expected.  Do you think
that you will have difficulty when it is time for them to remember who
they really are?"

I swirled my drink straw and said "I hope not."

She put her hand on mine and said "We have concentrated upon getting
Stephanie to accept who she is and to building her inner confidence.
Now it is time to work on Val.  She will need just as much work and
attention as Stephanie.  I plan for the four of us to go to a
progressive club tonight.  I will dance with you, with Val and finally
with Stephanie, while you dance with Val.  Stephanie and I will
disappear, leaving you and Val to wonder about us.  Then you will take
Val home and make love to her.  Stephanie and I might be hid somewhere
watching you or we might be getting it on ourselves.  when you make
love to Val, remember that it is the first time that you two have made
love together.  Do you need some help?"

I smiled and said "Another suggestion?"

She leaned forward, took my hand and pressed it against her breast
while she said "You don't really need any help.  You will be making
love to a woman that has secretly wanted this to happen for years.
Although she is your wife's best friend, she has wanted this to occur
for years.  Tonight is her night and you know that your wife wants you
to do to Val.  You know that she will remember this night for years and
will think about.  Only tonight, it will really be you and not the
dildo.  You will enjoy getting the strange pussy, because that is what
it will be.  How good it is, is up to you and her.  And I think that
you will make it wonderful for the two of you."

As she said the last word, she raised my hand to her mouth and slowly
eased my pointing finger into her mouth.  Then she gently sucked on it.
As she eased it back out, she said "I promise that you will enjoy
tonight and so will Val.  Enjoy your strange and new sex life.  Maybe
someday soon, you might add me to your collection!"

She let go of my hand and smiled at me.  I had a rock hard erection and
wanted to fuck her right then and there.

                                  *****

I had never been in this club before, but it was easy to find.  I
guided Steph to a booth near the dance floor, and ordered Martinis from
the waitress that appeared as we sat down.  "Your dress looks nice.  Is
that a new one?" I asked.

"Yes.  I tried on some of my party dresses last night and all of my old
ones were too tight around the chest and didn't show any cleavage.  I
don't know why I never bought any before that showed my body off.  What
do you think of it?" she asked, turning and puffing her chest out a
little.

I grinned and said "Keep that up and you will have every man in the
place over here."

She smiled and replied "Here comes Val.  Promise me that you will dance
with her and try to make her have a good time."

I nodded my head and saw Val approach the table.  She was wearing her
normal glasses, her hair was pulled back into it's usual tight bun, and
she had on a white blouse, with a black skirt.  Nothing too daring for
her.

"Hi.  Am I la-late?" she asked as she sat down quickly.

"No, we just got here.  How are you today and how is Casper?" I asked.

"Ca-Casper is fine.  Have you ordered yet?" she said.

"We ordered Martinis for us and gin and tonic for you.  I know what you
like to drink.  Is it my imagination or is it very smoky in here?"
Steph asked.

Val responded "It is smoky but no more than most bars.  Since you quit
sm-smoking, you can see what the rest of us ha-had to put up with,
around you."

Steph stuck her tongue out at Val and said "Bitch.  Rub it in.  I know
that I used to smell, but I couldn't help it.  If it hadn't been for
the good doctor, I would have already smoked two packs today and would
be chain lightening them in here.  I love to smoke and drink.  I
haven't quit completely yet, but I have cut back to only six cigarettes
a day and will completely quit by next week.  I can only have one
cigarette while we are here tonight and I plan to enjoy it.  Speaking
of the good doctor, here she is."

I started to stand, but she was beside me and sitting down before I
could re-act.  She laughed and said "You can always tell an Italian man
by his hands and where he places them on your butt.  You can't tell him
much, but you can tell him."

We all laughed.  Then she said "The single men have already checked
this table out and decided that John needs some help with all of these
attractive women at this table.  When they start coming over to hit on
us, I am going to get up and dance.  If they dance with anyone of us,
they will think that gives them the right to sit down with us.  So if
John is busy, then one of you will have to be my partner.  Ah, shit,
here comes big hands."

A tall solid built man walked up to the table and looked straight at
Amanda as he asked "Care to dance?"

She stood and pulled me up as she said "Too late.  We were already on
our way.  Come on girls."

She led me onto the floor and I saw Steph ease Val out onto the floor.
As we danced, we swapped partners between the four of us and we stayed
out on the floor for about six songs.  When we returned to our table, I
was ready to sit down.  I hadn't done this in years.

Amanda's attention focused on one dancing couple, consisting of a
small, petite blond and a huge hulk of a man.  "God", she said, "he
must be over 6'5 and she barely makes five feet.  How do they do it?"

Steph looked as she lit a cigarette and took a deep puff.  Then she
laughed and said "Either she's big enough to take him or he's smaller
then we assume him to be.  Which do you think is more likely, girls?"

Val laughed and said "Why don't we cut in on them during the next slow
dance and find out if that's a sock in his tr-trousers.  Damn it.  I
almost go-got through a whole sentence without stuttering."

Amanda said "Val, you and I are the single women here tonight.  Why
don't we go find out during the next dance.  I will ask the blonde and
you take the hunk."

Val blushed and said "I don't know if I can or not."

Amanda said "Don't worry about it.  Just follow me.  Come on."

She pulled on Val's hand and Val let her pull her out onto the dance
floor.  They started dancing and Amanda let them dance around to the
section of floor where the couple were.  As Amanda danced close to
them, the blonde girl's eyes met Amanda's, and then to Val's surprised,
the blonde girl's mouth softened as she gave a soft wink at Amanda.
Then with a accident bump, both couples lost their momentum.  But only
for a second as Amanda put Val's hand into the man's hand and gave her
a half spin so that she was standing in front of the man.  Amanda
grabbed the blonde's hand and put her hand around her waist as she
started dancing with the blonde.  The guy didn't know what happened but
he was suddenly standing on the floor with Val.  He nodded his head and
started dancing with her as the song ended.  The band switched to a
slow song and the man pulled Val close to his body as they slow danced
around the floor.  Amanda and the blonde were laughing and having a
good time as they danced.  They moved effortless around the floor and I
watched in amazement as I saw Amanda flow around the room.  She was
clearly the center of attraction on the floor.

When the song was over, Amanda and the blonde was laughing.  Amanda
grabbed Val and walked back to the table.  As they sat down, Steph said
"Well?"

Val blushed as she replied "It was a sock tucked into his drawers."

Amanda said "I told the blonde about our bet.  She confirmed your
discovery.  How about another drink?  I'm empty."

I signaled the waitress, and ordered more drinks.  Our drinks arrived,
but the waitress waved away my attempt to pay for them.  "The drinks
are from the couple at the table over there", the waitress explained as
she nodded in the direction of the couple that we had been talking
about.

Almost on cue, as the waitress left, the blonde walked over to our
table and sat down.  "I'm Donna."

We introduced ourselves and invited Donna to join our table.  She
looked back at the hunk and said "No, he gets jealous, when women
discover what is really in his jockey shorts.  I'll go back and keep
his male ego happy.  Just wanted to say hello and see if you all want
to go out sometime, without Charlie.  Here's my card." she said
slipping Amanda her business card.

Amanda had one of her ready and handed to Donna, who looked at the name
on the card, smiled and tucked the card down into her breast as she
walked back to the table.

Steph looked at Amanda and said "John can take care of the hunk if you
want to peal off his squeeze."

Amanda laughed and said "No thanks.  But I do want to dance.  Come on
Steph."

She offered her hand to Amanda and fluttered her eyelashes as she
answered "Thank you, I would love to dance." I watched as Amanda led
Steph to the dance floor and they started dancing to the music from the
band.

I changed seats so that I was sitting beside Val and we watched as they
danced.  Right from the first step, Amanda's hand was moving along
Step's side, lightly caressing her back, waist and the juncture where
hips and waist join.

Steph's eyes were closed and she was moving her body in a fluid motion
with Amanda's body.  Amanda was guiding her with one hand cupping her
entire ass-cheek softly but firmly, pulling Steph against her body as
they danced.

Val said .  "Amanda is a very st-st-strange woman.  I like her but
never know what to expect from her next.  What do you th-think of her?"

I took Val's hand in mine and held it as I said "Amanda doesn't believe
in fooling around either.  She wants us to have a sexual foursome some
night.  What do you think about that?"

She blushed as she said "I would ne-need some more to drink first."

We both laughed and I continued to play the role that Amanda had laid
out for me as I said "Val, we have known each other for years and
although I treat you as a sister, I want you to know that you are very
sexually attractive and I have often thought about what it would be
like to make love to you."

Her gaze shifted and she took a drink before she replied "Really?"

I was still holding her hand and I guided it so that it was resting in
my lap as I stroked her hand.  I asked "Why have we never fooled around
with each other?"

She said "I...I ....  I don't know.  Maybe you never asked me."

"You were married to Ralph for several years.  Well, anyway, I think
that Amanda and Steph are planning on partying all night.  What if I
tell them that I have a big day tomorrow and you forgot to let Casper
go for his nightly walk first.  Then I will take you home." I said.

She was silent for about ten seconds.  Then she squeezed my hand and
said "I am sc-scared.  I want to.  But I don't want to.  I would hate
to do an-anything that could hurt the fr-friendship that I enjoy with
you and Steph."

Everything was going just about the way that Amanda had predicted it
would.  I pulled on my ear lobe, knowing that she was watching for her
signal.  Within seconds, Steph and Amanda came back to the table
laughing and out of breath.

Steph said "I just got to have one more damn weed tonight.  When I
drink, I have to smoke.  Why aren't you two out on the floor?"

I quietly said "Steph, you know that we have always been honest in our
relationship.  How would you feel if I told you that I wanted to make
love to Val?"

Steph was getting ready to light her cigarette.  She stopped for a
second and then continued.  After she took a deep drag and blew the
smoke up toward the lights, she said "I have known for several years
that you two had a strong sexual attraction for each other that you
were hiding and that someday I would have to deal with it.  Well, I
thought about what I would do when and if that day ever came."

She took another drag and coughed.  Then she said "Val, you are my best
friend.  We have shared almost everything else in our lives.  Make sure
he gets up in time to go to work tomorrow."

Val had bowed her head and as Steph said this, her fingernails dug into
my leg.  She raised her head and said "You do-don't mind?"

Steph laughed and said "Honey, just don't give him the clap before you
send him home to me.  I was telling John just the other day that you
needed a good lay and if you want John, you can borrow him for one
night."

I looked at Amanda and was surprised to see her lighting a cigarette.
She said "I like to smoke when I drink also.  We will both pay the
price tomorrow.  Go on, you two, get the hell out of here and have fun
giving each other mutual satisfaction" Her skirt had ridden up until it
was just covering her upper thighs, exposing finely shaped legs wrapped
in silk stockings topped with black lace garters.

I felt my pulse quicken, and realized that I was so excited by this,
that my whole body was vibrating.  Steeling myself to remain cool, I
returned her smile, and answered, "Shall we go?".

I stood and she stood beside me.  We turned and hadn't taken more than
two steps before Val stopped and turned around.  She walked back to
Steph and hugged her neck and gave her a peck on the cheek.  Then she
walked back to me and took my waiting hand.

Neither one of us said a word as we walked out and got into my car.  I
started the car and pulled out of the parking lot as she slowly slid
her left hand to the front of my trousers, and gripped my cock through
the material.  "Good God, it's hu-huge!  I didn't know that so-socks
were this big." she said softly as she ran her hand up the length of my
throbbing shaft.

I gave a light groan from the pleasure of her hand as she continued to
stroke my cock, ignoring her joke.

"You better stop that, or I want be able to drive to your house before
I ravish your body" I whispered.

In response, she slid down a little in the seat with her skirt around
her hips.  She took my hand off of the four-speed and lifted the skirt
so that my hand could reach between her thighs.  As I stroked her mound
through her panties, she said "I dr-dreamed once that you wanted a
child and Steph was ba-barren.  You convinced me to bear your child and
I mo-moved in with you.  The fi-first time we ma-made lo-love, was in
my old car.  You re-remember that old cl-clunker."

"Yes, I do.  I liked that body style." I said as she spread her legs a
little wider, which gave me room to slip a finger inside the band of
her panty crotch.  Her sharp intake of breath signaled my finger had
found a home.

She shifted positions so that she was nuzzling my neck as I drove.  My
right hand was playing with her very wet pussy as she stroked and
rubbed my hard cock.  Then she did something totally unexpected as she
eased down the zipper of my trousers, and tugged my stiff cock from its
confinement.

I had to bit my lip to concentrate on my driving as her hand struggled
to close around the shaft that she was pulling out of my trousers.  As
she continued to stroke it, she said "Ralph fo-found a way to cu-cure
my st-stuttering.  Everytime that I wo-would stutter, he would shove
his co-cock into my mouth."

"Did that help your stuttering?" I asked.

"No, it just made me st-stutter more often." she laughed.

I laughed too.  Then she said "Keep your eyes open and on the road."

She bent over and licked the top of my cock.  I twitched from the shock
and almost jerked the wheel.  She raised back up and said "Keep yo-your
eyes on the road.  If we have a wreck, my to-tombstone will read Don't
Know if the wreck ki-killed her or the cock she bit off."

She took my cock into her warm, wet mouth and lightly swirled her
tongue around it as she stoked me.  Then she sat back up and said "Just
th-though I would gi-give you some re-reasons for not backing out when
you get to my home." as she smiled at me.

She sat back up and eased my hand from her pussy.  My finger was wet
from her.  As she pulled my hand out from under her skirt, she raised
my hand to her lips and started kissing and sucking on my fingers,
keeping the wet one until the last.  When she got to that, she slowly
sucked it and eased it down her throat until my whole finger was down
her throat.  She sucked with her lips and slowly started stroking my
finger in and out of her mouth as she sucked on my finger.

I wanted to slam on the brakes and throw her into the backseat and give
it to her.  She knew it too.  She laughed as she removed my finger from
her mouth and said "Wh-when I did that to Ra-Ralph, he couldn't stand
it either and proposed to me the same night."

I wheeled the car into the driveway and announced "We're here!"

She said "John?"

"Yes." I replied.

"I am sc-scared.  Now that we are he-here, I don't know if I can go in.
Can we talk first?" she said.

"Okay," I responded.  She opened her door and walked to the door.  I
followed her and shut the door behind her.  She walked straight to the
bar and started pouring both of us some stiff drinks.

We clinked glasses, and she led me off towards the den in the back of
the house.

I looked at Val thoughtfully, thinking that she had already been more
sexual responsive to me in the car than she ever had been before.

In the den, she reached up and pulled some pins out, letting her bun
come undone and her hair flowed around her face.  She reached for the
remote control for the television and said "Do you mind if we just
cuddle for awhile?"

I kicked off my shoes and laid down on the couch.  She laid down beside
me and let me slide my hand up under her blouse.  She quietly said "You
won't fi-find much up there.  Steph has bigger ni-nipples than my whole
boob."

I worked my fingers up under her bra and started playing with the
nipple of one breast as I nippled on her ear.  I paused long enough to
say "Quality not Quantity."

She let me play with her nipples and then she said "I have decided to
have a boob job.  I am going to ask Amanda to help me select so-someone
soon."

I paused.  Is this Val speaking or is it Steph speaking.  What if she
decides later that she didn't want this?  I felt her pull my hand out
from under her bra.  She sat up and said "Why don't you undress?  I
will be back in a minute.

I undressed and laid back naked on the couch.  She came back in, turned
the lights down, took her blouse off and then her bra and her skirt.
She laid back down next to me and put my hand back onto her nipple.

She asked "Did you ever think that we wo-would be here, like this?"

"Yes, I knew that someday we would be here." I replied, squeezing her
nipples very gently.

"I did too.  This last we-weekend, I dug up my old diaries and re-read
them.  Did you know in college that I had a cr-crush on you.  Then I
got back to dating Ralph and watched you marry Steph.  I began
th-thinking of you when I made love with Ralph.  After we di-divorced,
I focused on you.  I would lie in my bed and wrap my legs around a
pillow and pretend it was you.  Steph knew about how I felt about you.
And now, here we are.  I feel so na-natural and comfortable lying here
beside you.  I don't know if we will ever do this again, so I just want
to enjoy this.  Do you understand?" she asked as she turned around so
that she was facing me.

"Yes, I do." I said as I leaned down to take first one, and then the
other rock-hard nipple between my lips.  Surrendering to the sensations
of pleasure from her breasts, Val rolled off the couch, slowly pulling
me with her onto the rug.  As she pulled me, she spread her legs and
raised her hips, revealing her pink cunt rimmed with silky public hair.
As I licked her cunt, which she held open for me with the fingers of
one hand, and fondling her small pert breast with the other.  I
suddenly noticed she was changing positions so that her face was going
to be close to my cock.

She took my cock in her mouth, and began sucking greedily.

I gently placed one finger in her cunt, swirling it around in the
moistness.  She was starting to flow before I began pushing the thick
digit deep inside her willing hole.  Her hips arched involuntarily to
meet my hand until the whole finger was buried deep inside.  I withdrew
the finger to toy with her clitoris, and under my adept ministrations,
her body was soon wracked with a shuddering orgasm.

She gripped my tool with both hands and stroked the veined shaft with
her hands, while she pulled the head into her sucking mouth.  Feeling
the head start to expand in her mouth, she gave it one last lick, and
straddled my body, balancing, and with one hand, guided the blunt head
to the opening of her sopping cunt.

Now poised, she started hunching on my staff, and gasped as she got the
head of my cock lodged full in her cunt.  Stopping there for a moment,
she waited as she felt her cunt stretch and adjust to my organ before
she again pressed down to engulf another couple of inches in her aching
cunt.

I looked at my cock half-buried in her pink snatch.  Each time she
raised up, her labia folded out to my sight and then disappeared as she
fucked down on my throbbing meat.  Her cunt spasmed and spasmed in a
way I had never experienced before.  Raising once more until the end of
my cock was visible, she sank forcefully again on my cock, descending
until her silky cunt-hairs twined with the coarse black hair around my
cock.  She was full of my cock.  I would have sworn I could fell my
cock hitting her stomach as she gyrated her hips to move my cock deep
inside her little pussy.  "Okay, now fuck me" she said, as she fell
back, and I rolled forward and onto her.  With slow, powerful strokes,
I began pumping my meat into her, and was amazed when she placed her
ankles on my shoulders to open her willing cunt more to my pounding
cock.  I gripped her tight ass with both hands while I rammed my cock
in and out of the tight cunt as she had yet another climax, flooding my
cock with her juices, lubricating my cock as it fucked in and out of
her pussy.  I grabbed her ankles and held them wide, as I continued my
frantic lunges to bury even more cock in her willing cunt.  Soon I felt
my cum boiling up from my balls.

She fucked her hips up wildly tossing her head as the thick, heavy
cream sprayed from my cock and splashed against her cervix.  She
wrapped her legs tight around my body as I spasmed my load deep inside
her pussy.

My body relaxed, and I rolled over with her.  She looked at the shaft
that was still half buried within her.  She eased away from me, and
sighed as my dick slid from her greedy cunt and cum oozed from between
her swollen labia.



11.  Chapter



On the drive home the next morning, I kept thinking that I am having
the wierdiest dream.  I had just fucked my wife, who doesn't think that
she is my wife.  I am on my way home to my wife's best friend, who
thinks that she is my wife.  And when I fucked my wife, it was not her
that I was fucking.  I have spent the last seven years of my life in
bed with her and she never put out like that before.  It was almost as
if she really was someone else.

When I walked into the kitchen, I could smell fresh coffee and knew
that Steph was already up.  I looked out onto the patio and she was
exercising.  Because our back yard is fenced in, she was naked.

I poured a cup of coffee and walked out back.

"Did you leave her with a smile on her face?" she asked as she did deep
knee bends.

I sat down and took a sip of coffee before I answered "Yes."

"How would you feel if she moved in with us.  I know that she gets very
lonesome in that big house.  If she rented it out, she could save a lot
of money." she said continuining her up and down motion, not paying any
attention to me staring at her jiggling naked boobs.

"How did you do last night?" I asked, ignoring her question.

"Amanda left with the blonde.  I came home and crashed." she said as
she laid on a mat and started doing sit-ups.

"Do you think that it will hurt our marriage if she moves in here?" I
finally said in response to her question.

"Not as long as you remember that I am your wife and get first option
on your services.  Our sex life would probably change somewhat.  Val
likes to watch other people have sex and would sometimes be happy to
just watch us.  And she would want you to visit her bedroom on a
frequent basis.  And we could have some interesting threesomes.  She
also has some lesbian tendencies that she has kept hid for a long
time.  You might see some of that." she grunted as she exercised.

"Would you eat her?" I asked.

She stopped long enough to reply "If I like her enough to lend her my
husband, then I would probably see how far up her cunt, I could get my
tongue." before she resumed her exercising.

                                 ******

Amanda called and we compared notes.  She was satisfied with the way
things were going.  I told her about my confusion.  She laughed and
said that was to be expected.  Just hang in and everything will work
out.

I dressed for work.  When I walked back into the house, Val was at
work.  She looked up at me and blushed as she said "Good mo-morning.
Thank you for waking me before you left.  Mo-most men would just get up
and slip out."

Steph walked in just then and laughed as she saw a hickey on Val's neck.
The telephone rang and she answered it.  As I listened to her, I though
about how much my life had changed in the last two weeks.  Looking and
listening to Steph, it was her that I was seeing and hearing.  Except
that she was no longer flat chested and our sex life had greatly
improved.  I looked at Val and could not see any of the old Steph in
her.  She had become Val just as much as the real Val had become my
Steph.  They had become each other, except for some differences.  What
do I do, when it is time to restore them back to who they are really?

                                  *****

The next week passed quickly.  One night we had a threesome and I
watched as they sixty-nined each other while I recovered.  I pumped
Steph full of my cum and watched as Val cleaned her out, while Steph
used her tongue on me.

Another day was a slow work day and I fucked Steph on the patio, while
Val watched from the kitchen.  She could have come out, but she liked
hiding as she watched us.

And on another slow day, I fucked Val in her car's backseat.  We pulled
it into the garage and undressed each other as we climbed into the
backseat.  I still have a stiff neck.

Didn't see much of Amanda because she was finishing up some business
before opening her doors.  I called over once and Donna answered the
phone.

Val moved in with us.  She moved into the guest bedroom.  She has
decided to have surgery.  She and Steph went to a doctor and while the
doctor can't build some boobs the size that Val wants, she will have
some boobs for the first time.  She also wants to have a little work
done on her face.  She wants some cheekbones, which would make her look
just like Steph.  They look a lot alike now but most people don't
notice it because of the way they dress and the hair styles.  If she
has this done, she will be a mirror image of the way that Steph looks
now.

So I called Amanda and told her that I needed to talk to her.  She gave
me her address and suggested that I come over to her place.

Donna met me at the door.  She was wearing only a black bra, black
panties and a garter belt, holding up mid-thigh hose.  She hugged me as
if we were long time friends and held my arm tight as she led me back
to Amanda's den.

Amanda was reading a magazine but she was only wearing a cream coloured
bikini bathing suit.  She stood when I came and gave me another big
welcome hug and then led me out onto the patio, while Donna went to fix
us some drinks.

After Donna left us, Amanda said "Donna is not happy unless she is
someone's slave and is treated like a piece of shit.  It's going to
take several months to re-build her low self-esteem and get her where
she doesn't need someone else to tell her how to live.  So if our
relationship surprises you, it is because that is what I need to do, to
establish the bond that I need, before I can help her.  How are our
girls doing?"

"Val wants a boob job and some facial work that will make her look more
like Steph." I said.

I was sitting on a patio chair, with no arms.  Amanda handed me a
bottle of skin lotion and asked "Would you mind putting some of this on
me.  My skin gets too dry in this weather."

I took the lotion and she sat down on my lap and bent forward, lifting
her shoulder length hair forward so I could get to her shoulder.  I put
some lotion in my hand and she reached behind her and pulled the top
bow, releasing the bikini top.  As I rubbed the lotion into her back,
she said "Steph is adapting quite well.  Now that she is not carrying
the memories of her childhood rape, she has developed a very rounded
personality.  When I return her memory, she will be able to see how
relaxed and comfortable she was with that personality.  She will snap
out of the shell that she has hid behind all of her life."

I had been applying lotion to Amanda's back and she stood and turned so
that she was facing me.  Then she stepped forward, spread her legs
around my legs and sat back down on my lap, so that her legs were
wrapped around my hips, and her beautiful bouncing nipples were inches
from my face.  She rested her arms on my shoulders.  While I stared at
her perfect tits, she continued "My front needs lotion also, please.
Val is the one that needs the most work.  She hates her body.  I
expected her to want to re-shape the way that she looks.  After she has
surgery, she should be more comfortable.  Her main problem is, that she
does not get turned on by normal sex.  She gets more satisfaction from
being a voyeur and has some lesbian tendencies.  I think that when
everyone is restored and given the opportunity to become who they
really want to be, that the real Val will want to be your woman, while
the real Steph will want her to be your woman.  The real Steph will
move into the spare room so that she can watch and participate when she
wants to.  By having her own room, she can watch and then have a
personal place where she can masturbate after observing her two best
friends.  Will you be able to live with that?"

I was taking my time and rubbing the lotion on her breasts.  I nodded
my head yes and she smiled.  Her voice changed timbre and became a
little husky as she continued "I know from very personal experience
that she will be happy with her breast job, but won't be satisfied yet.
She has nothing there and will require small implants to stretch the
skin.  After the skin has slowly stretched, the next operation will put
larger implants in.  The skin will have to slowly stretch again and the
next operation, puts the correct shape and sag into the boobs.  Some
women only have one operation and wind up looking like they have a
frisbee under their skin.  How do you like my breasts?"

"They are very nice.  They feel real and look real.  If you hadn't told
me about your sex change, I would think that they were the real thing."
I replied as I finished my lotion.

She smiled at me and stood up.  She took my hand and pulled me to my
feet and started walking toward her outdoor hot tub.  She climbed into
it and sat down before she commanded "Join me.  Take your clothes off.
If you insist, I will shut my eyes so that I don't see that you have a
wee-wee between your legs."

I hesitated only for a moment and then undressed.  After I climbed
into the tub and sat down, she changed positions so that she was
sitting immediately to my left.  Under the water, her right hand was
gently stroking and squeezing my left leg.  I felt the wonderful
sensation of her fingernails, tracing random patterns on my leg.  I
knew that I was getting an erection but hoped that she couldn't see it
under the water.

"Thank you for the compliment.  I work hard to look and act like a
natural woman.  You never did tell me if my suggestion worked on you,
when you were on your trip?" she laughed.

I was about to bit my lip to get some self-control back.  Here I was
sitting naked in a hot tub with her.  I had a very hard erection and
her fingers were teasing my leg, as my eyes feasted on her breasts
floating just below the water line.  I said simply "Yes."

She smiled and her hand moved further up my leg and flirted around my
pubic hair as she said "How did you take me?"

I knew that I couldn't lie to her.  I said "I repeatly filled every
hole that you had.  I pretended that my hand was your mouth, your
pussy, your ass and even your hand."

Her hand was now teasing and bearly touching my hard erection.  Her
voice was very husky now and she asked quietly "Did you enjoy it when I
did this to you?" as her hand wrapped around my hard cock and she
slowly started stroking it.

I jerked from her touch.  I wanted her but I knew that this time, would
be by her rules.  Next time is my rules.  She said "John, I am extremely
bi-sexual and enjoy sex with men and women.  With my body and looks, I
can get almost any man or woman that I want.  But I am a little old
fashioned and like to have long relationships.  I would like you to be
my man.  I would like to be able to slip into bed with you and to sleep
beside you, knowing that we have a very special relationship.  I would
like to make love to you and to have you make love to me.  I would like
to make love to Val and Steph and you at the same time but I can't do
that with them as long as they are my patients, so that will have to
wait several more months.  But I could be a woman for you now.  Do you
want me to show you how much of a woman I can be?"

I wanted her.  At that moment, I didn't care if her name was Lorena
Bobbitt.  I grunted yes.

She floated off of her seat and into my arms.  Her arms wrapped around
my neck and her mouth opened for my searching tongue as her warm and
firm nipples pressed against my chest.  As we kissed, she helped me
rise and to climb out of the tub so that I was lying on the deck.  As
soon as I was flat on my back, her face dropped to my cock.  I started
to twist and change positions so that I could pull her bikini bottoms
off but she stopped me.  She took my whole hard cock into her mouth and
slowly swallowed it.  Then she eased it back out slowly until only the
head was floating on her tongue, which was licking and teasing my head
as she slowly sucked on it.  Then she took it all back into her mouth
and throat.  For the next several minutes, I just laid there and
experienced the most intensive sensations.  When I felt the load
building up, she sensed it also and sucked the tip as she stroked the
shaft.  I exploded into her mouth as she sucked me dry.

As she cleaned and swallowed the last drops of my cum, she looked at me
and said "Am I woman enough for you?"

I pulled her face to mine and gave her a deep kiss as an answer.  My
hands were squeezing her boobs.  When we finished our passionate
embrace, I said "I want you.  I want to be inside you.  I want to feel
my cock throbbing from being squeezed by your internal muscles."

She pulled away a little and said "You know some of my story.  You see
how I can be a woman.  I can take you inside me but it would have to be
within my ass.  And you would enjoy it.  My ass is very clean and
tight.  While you were on the way over here, I had a cleansing enema.
With a little jelly, it will be the tightest piece you ever had.
Before I let you take me, I have to show you something.  Donna."

Donna came out of the house.  I didn't cover myself up or try to hide
that we had just had sex.  I knew that Donna had been watching us.
Amanda stood and said to Donna "Prepare me for anal sex."

Donna's face lit up.  She pulled her mistresses' bikini down.  As
Amanda stepped out of the bottoms, I could see that she had dark curly
pubic hair and was wearing some sort of g-string.  As Donna stepped
behind her and unfastioned something, Amanda watched my face.  When
Donna completed her task, Amanda spread her legs and a small cock swung
free, from where it had been encased between her cheeks.  Donna walked
around front, dropped to her knees and took it into her mouth.

She could see the look on my face and she quietly said "I never went
the whole route.  I am a she-male.  I live as a woman but have a
functioning male sex organ.  It is the only thing left of my life as
Andrew.  When I have sex with a woman, I alternate between lesbian
actions and a mixture of male/female actions.  When I have sex with a
man, I am always a woman.  Most times, I stop with oral sex.  It is
only with special men that I really reveal myself.  When I said I
wanted to be your woman, I meant it.  You pretended while travelling
that you were fucking my ass.  I want you to fuck me and want to feel
you inside me but I knew that you would be very surprised by what you
would discover.  Therefore, I had to show you.  I will understand if
you want to leave and we never have sex again."

I looked at the little cock that Donna's mouth had teased into being
erect.  I looked at the beautiful boobs, the sensuous face, the long
flowing blond hair.  Everything was pure woman except for the little
cock.  I had never seen anything like this.

I said "I don't know what to say.  You are right.  I am very
surprised."

She stopped Donna with a simple touch and turned around as she bent
over a table, exposing her ass to me.  She said "I want you."

She was right.  It was some of the best ass that I ever had.
