Message-ID: <1977eli$9707091151@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Ramapo-" Subject: NEW STORY: Transformations [F/F] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: Transitions By Ramapo Tiffini perched in the chair waiting for the computer monitor to come alive and the machine to finish booting. Despite the promise of beauty and grace implied by her name, she was a very plain girl, twenty seven years old. Her body was skinny and offered the viewer nothing in the way of obvious female charms that would draw favourable attention. Naked except for a thong, she looked at her watch, hating that it was so late to just be getting back to her apartment. The lights were off and now her bony chest, displaying two almost flat breasts with jet black nipples, was bathed in the soft glow of the screen. Her areolas sprouted long black hairs around their edges, which she kept trimmed back. The thong was pulled tight over her also hairless vulva, its strap pulled tight up into the crease between her flat buttocks. Her thin, unstyled wispy brown hair was loose and down to just the tip of her shoulders. It refused to grow longer without the ends splitting or breaking off. The only hair style that worked was to wrap it into a small bun and pin it to the back of her head. She started her newsgroup reader and waited. Maybe tonight, she'd find something, someone to want to talk to her. Like her. Even for the evening. Just talk for a while via e-mail. She clicked on alt.sex.personals and the screen immediately filled with endless SPAM from the day's frantic advertising of the Telephone and web sex sites. She began to scan for subject lines that were actually personals. Five tries on promising titles led only to more SPAM. It was toward the end. After midnight. A new crop of headers dropped in on a refresh. "SWF, 27, Lonely, Searching for Ms. Right" Tiffini read it again. It said Ms. A lesbian. Her pussy tingled. She had no desire to approach a woman. She walked around all her waking life, thinking, acting and she was a hetero. She had no luck with men. And, in spite of many efforts, she never seemed to get much beyond a first or second date. She knew her looks consigned her to the bottom of the pile in attracting a man. And she'd wondered about her dreams. Tried to dismiss them. Push them away. Deny them. For some time now, she was always with a woman. Gorgeous, stunning women. Women who cared for her, loved her, and made love like sex fiends. For at least two years the men had disappeared in her nighttime and she'd been dreaming about women. But as a hetero, she tried to ignore the dreams. God was she miserable. Why couldn't this be a man posting this? She wondered why her hand just opened the posting as she read the contents. I'm really desperate, I guess, she was thinking. Oh, well, at least maybe someone to exchange a few notes with. Only the lonely. Something like that. "The header says it all. I can supply beauty, abundant female charms, security and love. I need the right life partner to share her love with me, to need someone like me. Current physical appearance unimportant. I can make you the woman of your dreams. Can you be the one in my dreams? Searching-----Vixen" An e-mail address followed. She read it again. "What the hell does make you the woman of your dreams?'" mean, she said out loud to herself. It was an intriguing posting. Tiffini copied the e-mail address into her mailer and typed, "Vixen. If I were a lesbian, we should be talking. God, should we be talking. I could use someone to make me the woman of my dreams' and provide security and love. I have a lot to offer, but beauty and female charms aren't in the cards. No takers here either. Good luck. I think you have a better chance than I do. Tiffini (yes, it's my real name, even if I'm a dog.)" She pushed the send key and let the mailer run in background. A tear rolled down her cheek. Another dry night. It was almost one in the morning. Another refresh of the newsgroup and another list of SPAM. What a crappy way to live. She sat back and looked down at her thin body. A boy's body without the muscles. She reached to turn off the computer and just then, her e-mail system beeped with a new message. It was from Vixen. The same time zone, she noticed, based on the message sent time in the header. "Tiffini. I love the name already. Can we at least keep each other company on line while we look? I hate the long nights of senseless answers from idiots. I post once each night in a different newsgroup. Two years and still not the right person. Maybe you could try being a lesbian to keep me from being so lonely? ;-) " "Sleep well tonight and tell me all about your dreams tomorrow and I'll tell you all about mine. If I'm going to make you the woman of your dreams, I have to know what they are, don't I? Sweet dreams then, Vixen" Dreams. Tell her my dreams. About women. About me in my dreams. Not much chance of that, Vixen, Tiffini thought. I try all day to forget about them, and you want me to remember everything and share. But the note back was sweet, lonely, sharing and showed Vixen had a sense of humour. I wonder what SHE dreams about, Tiffini thought as she snapped off the computer and she pushed the thong aside to pee in the bathroom. Can't be any hotter than the shit I get going, I'll bet. She dried herself and pulled the thong back over her naked slit. The cool silk sheets felt wonderful against her skin as she settled her head back into the pillow and tried to clear her mind. No masturbation, she promised herself. The brief exchange with Vixen had left her aroused and she didn't want to do anything to get the damn dreams started again. Please. In the dark of the room, eventually, her breathing deepened and her tired body and mind slept. Only her cries and gasps of passion during her dreams broke the early morning silence in the apartment. In the morning, the usual dark stain from her arousal was an unneeded confirmation that her dreams had been strong again. The thong was soaked and she tossed it into the sink to rinse it out. Another day. Oh, god, I can't go on like this, she thought. The visions of the dreams still boiled in her mind and didn't fade. Each day, they remained longer and longer. She busied herself dressing and grabbing a quick breakfast. She looked at the computer as she walked out the door. Vixen. Dreams. I'm NOT going to open this door she thought as she slammed her way out of the apartment. But by lunch time she was still reliving the night's dreams and was having a difficult time concentrating. I wonder what she dreams about? My dreams would shock her, I'll bet. She knew she'd write Vixen again. At least it was something to look forward to, she rationalized.. At home, she forced herself to eat and clean up the kitchen, then she started the computer. It was early yet. But she found herself unable to wait and she typed a quick message to Vixen. "Home early. Any luck last night? My only surprise was you." And sent it. And as she sat back, she realized her hands were shaking. She stood up and stripped, retrieving her thong and enjoying the feel of the back strap sliding into her crack and up tight against her anal opening. She went out on the balcony of her 33rd floor apartment in the dark and sat, running her fingers lightly over both nipples until they were rock hard in the night air. There was just enough breeze to cool the wet seeping into the thong and her pussy tingled. She knew before long she'd get some toys and spent the rest of the night trying to satisfy the demon in her. The mail program beeped at long last. "Hi! Gosh am I glad to see your note! I hoped you'd write but would understand if you want to stop. I had a very powerful dream last night and I even wrote down some details if you want to see them. I'm with another woman (of course) and I tend to get very graphic and dirty when I talk about and enjoy sex, so let me know if I should tell you about this. Maybe you could tell me if your alter-ego showed up last night? What does she(you) look like?" "I just posted to alt.sex.other. Bottom of the barrel for me." "Hoping. Vixen" Women. Hot, lusty sex. Very graphic. Tiffini couldn't breathe and got up and walked around. Oh, god. This was such a big mistake. Just take your toys and play and then surrender to the dreams that will overwhelm you again. You don't need her dreams to make it worse. But she settled in the chair, selected New Message. As she typed, the alter-ego of her dreams came to life. Her excitement was almost paralysing, but she managed to keep typing. "Vixen. I've never told anybody about this. Why you? Why now? I don't know. Maybe you do. I slip into sleep so quickly. Like I'm running to a date. (I'm breathing really hard as I type - because what I'm about to describe gets me so excited. The me I'm about to become.) I gradually become aware that I'm in a large house with many well lit and airy rooms. I'm sure it's by the ocean, because I can hear surf and gulls sometimes. As my awareness increases, the first feelings of incredible sexual power and desire sweep through me and suddenly, I can feel every nerve of my new body. My body is everything and more that I'm not now. I'm tall, 5'11" maybe and I'm always in stiletto heels making me much taller. I've got a truly beautiful face with clear brown eyes and a sensuous mouth painted deep red. My hair (sigh), is amazing. It is twice as thick as it could ever be and long, down my back to the middle of my rear in a wild mass. The hair of a seductress. I can feel it over my shoulders and down the sides of my face and the swish of it across my back and tail as I walk makes me wet. My neck is long, shoulders broad and beneath (talk about some serious over compensation here) are two enormous, bulbous breasts, smaller at my chest than out, standing well up, defying gravity and pointed out from each other. If you picture an anime cartoon of a tiny woman with their sometimes huge uplifted, almost balloon-like breasts, I'm the one who stepped off the page and into my dream. The areolas are dark, round ice cream scoops on the ends and the nipples are pencils that stand out at least a half inch all the time. Everything is so sensitive, they are erect and aching. I'm wearing a bikini top that is just two small triangle patches over the areolas and a string around the neck and back. The areolas and crowning nipples are stiff and firm and wondrous to touch, which I do often. My waist is sleek, small and firm, flowing down into perfect hips and impossibly long thighs. My sex is shaved, prominent and also covered with a small patch that lets my clitoris be visible just over the top. My ass is high, firm and has two deep dimples, one on each cheek. My calves are a dancer's, flowing down into smooth ankles and tanned feet, which are arched up into those tall heels. I have perfect posture, emphasizing everything. My skin is tight and firm and there is not an ounce of flab on me. I'm tanned all over except for my snow white breasts. This body is so hot I'm ready to explode before anything else begins in the dream. I am a goddess. A seductress. A dominatrix. A slut. A siren.........a vixen. ( ;-) ) I'm made to give and receive intense sexual pleasure. It is the focus of my life. "I'm so hot from writing this, I'm going to have to masturbate. "Please don't laugh. This woman waits for me each night, experiences amazing sex, and deserts me in the daylight, leaving me exhausted, frustrated and lonely. Tiffini" She clicked on send before she could change her mind and a hand raced under her thong and began to rapidly flick her already rock hard tit of a clitoris. The other hand soon crammed itself between her legs, now thrown over the arms of the chair and two, then three fingers plunged into her sopping wet hole and she came and came and came, leaving herself exhausted for the moment. The seat was wet and she was covered in sweat. Finally, she staggered out of the room and took a cold shower. She was terrified of the message she just sent. To a lesbian. My god. My god. I've exposed this to......to a lesbian. She was stunned and didn't believe she had done it. She wanted to pull the message back. It was too late. Naked on the balcony, thong left in the sink, she stood in the cool air and decided not to answer Vixen's reply, if there was one. No more. I've told her too much. Where could it end? What good could it do? She was already so frustrated. And scared. A beep. Her mailer. She tried to resist. To turn it off. She clicked. The message exploded onto the screen. "Dearest, frustrated Tiffini, "I could never laugh at this wondrous woman you've created. I've been searching for her for years. And now she appears in your dreams. I too masturbated while reading your description and was shaking so hard from my orgasm that I couldn't type this for some minutes. Your scene is amazingly similar to the location and situation I live in, which was one of the reasons I felt immediately in touch with this character and you. Your alter-ego has struck a deep chord within me at some very basic level. A connection. I know we are very different right now. I know you didn't write that to excite me, but that's the powerful effect it had on me. "At least you know she'll come back each night and give you the pleasure you seem unable to find while awake. "In a short while, I'm going to send you my dream. I know I'm horribly graphic, but that's the way I experience (and enjoy) sex. Both asleep and waking. Your alter ego would adore me in bed (or anywhere else she could fuck me). We'd be a perfect match. "I need to shower to calm down so I can finish and send this off to you. Please wait up. I'll hurry. "An amazing excited Vixen." Tiffini read and re-read the note. She relaxed. And stiffened. My god, she was turning a lesbian on and now she was sending a graphic sex dream story back. She reacted in reflex and turned the machine off. She slipped the now dry thong back on and lay on the sheets. Sleep. Sleep. Come on. Two hours passed. She sat in front of the machine and finally, in almost slow motion, turned it on. "Tiffini, my dearest. I'm sorry this took so long. The shower didn't do any good, so I had to go get some of my toys (and boy have I got a bunch to keep me company on nights like this) and work through my arousal. You might be nervous about the effect your description is having on me, but I know you are only telling me because I asked, and, given my SO, I guess it was inevitable. I'm about the horniest person you're likely to ever meet anyway, so it was bound to set me off, regardless. You are so brave to reveal this to me. I treasure it. It is a beautiful, incredibly erotic image. Life is strange. But dreams can sometimes come very true and become reality. Please hold that thought very tightly to your heart." "Please read what follows only as me trying to show you why I feel so lonely as well. We both have dreams that leave us unfulfilled in real life." "I always sleep in the nude, starting on my back with my legs well spread and the air from an open window blowing across my pussy. By the time I'm finally asleep, I'm deeply aroused at a subliminal level and I know this just makes me dream very intense sexual settings that leave my bed soaked each morning from my cuming over and over. I have no problems orgasming awake and get myself off many times each day, so why I have to also need to have such intense dreams about sex is a mystery to me. Not that I'm complaining. I can't think of a better way to spend a night. I'm not going to elaborate about my personal appearance right now beyond what I say in the dream below, but I appear in my dreams the way I appear in real life. I am very pretty. And I think any man or woman (hopefully women ;-) ) would find me sexually attractive. Please don't hate me for that." "There are lots of variations on my dream. Sometimes I'm the aggressor and sometimes I'm the one being seduced, and last night it was the latter. "I'm standing, naked, at a railing looking out over the sea and beach far below. It is night and a gentle breeze is blowing through my long blond hair, lifting it from my shoulders, up and back in alternating waves and dropping it again on the middle of my rear. Each tingle of it landing heightens my excitement as I wait for my lover." "My body is tense with wanting and desire, the result of my lover's constant attention all day long, as she paused to stoke me, to pinch and role a nipple, kiss my ears - a wet tongue tip slipping inside and sending shivers down my spine. A loving hand resting on my ass, a long finger sliding down under the back side of my almost invisible suit and the tip resting on my rear hole, a nail occasionally scrapping across its surface, making me flex and hump the towel under me. She has spent the day preparing me for the moment to come when she will grant me release, raising my ardour minute by minute until now I am breathless for her." "I know her shower will be done and her hair finally dry, dark and long. She will have shaved herself so her skin everywhere is like silk, put on her bright lipstick and placed perfume between her jutting, oversized breasts and on the lips of her pussy. Just enough to constantly remind me of her as we make love through the long night ahead. Her feet will be in tall heels, raising her a bit higher than myself in my own, and now, I hear her slow approach, the clicking of her heels on the tile floor as she crosses the kitchen inside and approaches me from the rear." "I shiver and can't breathe." "She waits for a moment, just behind. Then, she squats and begins to lick my ass, her hands and long nails stoking the inside of my calves, and then thighs, stopping just short of my now hopelessly dripping cunt. I am going to explode and she moves closer, her firm breasts now pressed against the backs of my legs. She slowly rises and her long hard nipples scrape their way upward, across my ass and lower back, their pressure building on my back. Then, one hand reaches around and gathers the weight of my own full breast and stokes outward until the nipple is firmly stretched out as far as it will go and electric sparks are joining the building explosion in my belly. Her other hand slides across my tanned flat belly and down to the top of my pussy and then my clit is between two painted nails and she squeezes and I explode with a cry and gasp, my breath coming in tears and my legs going from under me as my knees collapse. She holds me up with her strong arms as I continue groan and hump back against her." "Before I'm complete, she guides me over to the oversize lounge and lays me flat on my back. Moving above my head, she places a knee on either side of my head and leans down and her tongue slides into my pussy like a snake and I explode again. Her mounds are spread across my belly, the now extra tight skin squeezing out on her sides firm under my stroking. Her long tan silky thighs move down, lock around my ears and she presents her own shaved cunt to my waiting mouth and I drink of her, the open petals of her cunt exposing a glorious pussy wanting a long eager tongue and I provide it. It is though I am made to drink of her pussy, to eat it, devoir it, savage it. It is not subtle. We were subtle all day. Now, we act in concert, almost assault fucking each other in our haste to satisfy and be satisfied." "My own legs are acting as though tied to strings from above as they rise straight up in my reaction to her continued probing and she guides them back and under her arms until they are pinned back along my sides. She is using my own flexibility against me and I am completely open to her and unable to move and she uses this to advantage as I cum again and again, my cries muffled in her wet open pussy." "I am returning the affection and her hips are bucking against my mouth as she is unable to stay still. Her cum is pouring from her and I drink as I lick, the taste and smell making me even more horny." "Another orgasm and I'm loosing complete control. My reality is closing in and I am floating from one blissful orgasm to the next. Her tongue is deep within me and I can feel it flipping around against the insides of my vagina and the drumming is driving me wild." "I hold her ass down, driving her cunt hard against my mouth and my teeth rasp across her clit for the first time and she bucks and thrashes around trying to escape my attack on her now very tender and extremely sensitive button, but it does her no good and she launches into another strong orgasm, her legs gripping my head as she whips back and forth." "We are together forever it seems. I don't want it to end and neither does she. Somewhere in the haze of our lust, our bodies reach the point where a pause must occur and we do, almost on cue and she rolls to the side and I turn and face her and we hug and hold each other tight." "In another hour, we will begin again, our passion fully rekindled. Dawn will greet us as we finally head for a soapy shower, one last glorious orgasm from soapy fingers and a long nap till afternoon on silk sheets, entwined in arms and legs. Tomorrow is my day to caress and tantalize her and I can't wait to begin. I already know I will tie her down and use her toys on her until she is desperate, and at the right moment, release her into my arms and we will spend another night in bliss." "The night has been fantastic. We love each other, depend on each other, push each other to new highs of delight, care for each other, protect each other and are perfect together." "When the dream ends and I awake to find an empty bed, I cry as the loneliness of yet another day faces me." "I'm sorry this took so long. Please let me know your reactions. I've never told anyone my dreams either." Fondly - and with lust in my heart, Vixen" Tiffini had to stop reading twice and get up and walk around. The story was so powerful, she could feel herself wanting Vixen in her arms and she tried to fight it, but the story brought her back again and again. She knew this dream. She was Vixen's lover. Somehow, in their dreams, they had found each other. It made no sense, but she knew it was true. "Vixen. I'm....I'm scared. I think you know why. How can this be happening?" "Tiffini. I don't know. We must meet. Please, come to my house." "Vixen. What good will it do? We can't do anything about this. These are fucking DREAMS, not real life. My attraction to a woman like you is just all the more confusing. My dreams are about WOMEN, not men, a fact I think you somehow already know. But they are still DREAMS. I need to think." "Tiffini. Here is my house address and general location and directions from several local roads. Please say you'll come. We can talk this through. I can help you. I WANT to help you. Remember my first note. I'll be waiting." Tiffini stared at the last note. The printer blared as it printed the address and directions. It was about three hours away. "I can make you the woman of your dreams." Like THAT could happen. But she finally sent a note. Somewhere, a glimmer of hope sprang within her. Senseless, illogical hope. But the emotion wouldn't be ignored. "I'll come tomorrow afternoon. I need to sleep and rest. God am I confused. And scared. I'm so scared. "T" " "Tiffini - do NOT be scared. You will believe me tomorrow after we talk, but right now, remember, I CAN make you the woman of your dreams. I never thought I'd meet the right person and finally be able to do this, but I know you are the one. I'll be waiting. I don't think I'll be able to sleep a wink. Vixen." She tossed and turned and got a few minutes rest. A call to work saying she was sick, then she threw some things in an overnight bag and she was off. With the car gassed up and a map and Vixen's directions on the seat, she seemed in a trance. Over and over she replayed Vixen's dream. It brought her to near orgasm each time and twice she stopped for an unneeded rest room break to let herself calm down. Her excitement confused her more. In the end, she just rationalized that she was so lonely, she was doing something really dumb, something that would make her even more frustrated. But she kept driving. Near the coast she turned off and she started up a sandy driveway, winding up through the tall trees. Soon, she could hear the breakers on the shore before her and see gulls in the air above. The air was clear and sparkling, a rare day at the beach. The sun had risen and was warming her shoulders as a house appeared at the end of the drive as she emerged from the woods into a beautiful clearing before the house, with parking off to one side. A late model Mercedes was already parked there. She parked her worn out car next to it and turned and looked out the side window at the house. It was a one story rambler, very large and obviously expensive. The stone steps leading up to the front porch were broad and gray against the sandy expanse and muted pastels of the house. The front doors were double hung with full length glass with white sheer curtains hanging in them. She wondered if Vixen was watching for her through the curtains. At long last, she took a deep breath and opened the door. She left her bag in the trunk and only took her small purse. It took all of her will power to keep her feet moving as she went up the steps and reached to ring the bell. Off in the distance inside, she could hear the chimes and stood back and waited. The door opened and Tiffini found herself looking up into the deep blue eyes of the most beautiful woman she had ever set eyes on. A head taller than herself, she had very long, beautifully curled, streaked blonde hair that fell over her shoulders and past her breasts to her waist. Tiffini felt herself blushing as she found herself staring at Vixen's magnificent chest. Vixen was wearing a sheer wrap that revealed a string bikini underneath. Her figure was almost exactly like the one Tiffini dreamed about having herself. The flawless skin of her face and neck flowed down to tall bumps under the wrap that announced the long nipples on the upthrust, widely spread mounds projecting out and up at an impossible angle. Trim waist, flat stomach were all the more emphasized the by the outrageous tits above, flaring into perfect hips, tight, taut ass and long, long thighs. And the feet were in stiletto heels. White to match the suit. It was a body from an erotic cartoon. You couldn't have a body like this. But it was right in front of her. It was real. Even as she gasped and stared and stared, she shrank back. Her own appearance and her lack of self confidence made her pull back. But Vixen was glowing and embraced her like a long lost lover. The feeling of that firm body and stunning breasts against her was overwhelming and she found herself intensely excited. "I'm SO glad you got here OK. You look tired. Come on in and let me get you a drink." Tiffini let herself be led inside. "I do hope you brought a bag and planned to stay, at least for the weekend. Good. We'll get it later and put it in your room." The house was beautifully furnished with very expensive things. Beyond the kitchen she could see the broad deck with a large built in pool and the chaise lounge that Vixen had said was always had in her dreams. Beyond that was the ocean, blue to the horizon with a few fluffy clouds above. She sipped her drink. Vixen took the lead. "OK. I've thought this through a million times, what I'm going to say. I'll just say it and then you think about what I've said and take as long as you want to decide what you want to do about it all. First, I don't know how we've found each other through our dreams. But I've had a lot of strange things happen to me in the last two years and I figure its just another one of those things I'll never figure out. "Second, I know you want to stare at me. My body. Go ahead. It's impossible, right? But here I am. Now don't be shocked, but I want you to see ALL of me." She stood up and dropped the wrap to her feet. She turned sideways to show off her figure and slowly turned around again. Then she dropped the bikini top with a pull on two bows and pulled the tie on her waist and the clothe patch between her thighs fluttered to the floor. Tiffini was so aroused she was shaking again. She couldn't take her eyes off Vixen and realized she wanted to touch her more than anything she ever wanted in her life. Vixen waited, turned a few times to let Tiffini take her in completely, then replaced the bikini and wrap. "The rest of this is going to sound very strange, but I swear to you it's all true. So listen very carefully. About three years ago, I was at a convention. I was miserable. I had lost my lover, was unhappy with my job and dreamed and dreamed of something happening to change things. Anyway, at the convention, I was wandering around late at night and finally wandered into the bar and sat down. Two tables away, all by themselves, were two of the most beautiful women I'd ever met. It hurt to look at them. I hated the way I looked and so I turned and ordered a stiff drink. I don't know how long it was, or how many drinks. I was crying in my beer, really crying, when I heard a voice ask me if I was OK." "Well, I wasn't OK and did a dump on her. She was too beautiful, I was so ugly. My life was shit. It was hopeless." "She asked me if I dreamed nice dreams. I said yeah, about a beach house, a hot lover and a body from the erotica pages of the Internet. I didn't want to work. Just fuck and be fucked and she could kiss off, thank you very much." "Her companion came over and little by little they got me calmed down and talking. And then they took me back to their room and made love to me. It was an amazing experience. I've never gotten so aroused in my life as they got undressed. Such bodies. I'd never seen such builds on women anywhere. And such sex. It was like a bomb went off each time they made me orgasm." "Anyway, they told me in the morning to come back that evening after work and they'd have a surprise for me. I went back and they sat me down in the living area of the room and handed me a package of pills. Thirty pills, just like these. And a needle with a yellow fluid in it. Vixen placed a round plastic pill holder on the table. In the center was a needle with yellow fluid in the cylinder and the pills were in a circle around the edge, numbered from one to thirty. The pills started out snow white and got dark blue by the time you got to number thirty. "They told me it was a secret, about how they worked, but these pills would change my body into the image of myself in my dreams. Just take the needle, wait til the next day and then take one pill each day, just before I went to sleep, and at the end, my body would begin to change and over about six months, I'd be what I'd dreamed I wanted to be like. And I could take one extra pill (she held up a very large bottle with hundreds, maybe thousands of pills) each year to keep me that way. Forever. And, they could give me the house and land I dreamed about, and set me up financially so I'd never want for anything again." "And, last, they pulled out another set of pills. These are a matched set, they said. The others are for your life partner when you find her. So you can each be what you want to be, and have each other for as long as you want." "Well, I took some convincing. I mean, science fiction, right? But they showed me pictures of themselves before the changes and after and it was amazing." "So, I sat there and said, what the fuck. I'm so unhappy, the worst they can be doing is lying or trying to kill me or addict me. I picked up the needle and Betty, she took it from my hand and told me I could stay with them until the last pill, then they would bring me here so I could finish the changes and start looking for a life partner. Once I got here, I was on my own. "I held out my arm and she gave me the shot. It stung a little for a few minutes. Then, they helped me move into their suite and I quit my job. The next day I took a pill just before bed time. I won't tell you how anxious I was, but two weeks later, I knew something amazing was happening, because I was getting taller, and my hair began to go blonde and, well, I was like putty being reshaped. It didn't hurt, but I couldn't believe my eyes. My chest started to really grow and my waist got tiny and, well, the night I took the last pill, I wasn't the woman who took the first one. And, they took me here, gave me the title papers, keys to the house, a car, a huge bank account, and told me to have fun. We made love one more time and they left. I started my search. And here you are." Tiffini looked at the needle. A needle and some pills. She looked back at Vixen. She'd never be lonely again. She'd be with Vixen, forever, she said. She picked up the needle. And held it out to Vixen. A flood was washing away her fears. She felt stronger than she ever had. "I know what I want. I want to be the woman of my dreams. And have you." Vixen sank the needle into her thin arm and pushed the plunger. "You already have me, and tomorrow, you begin to become that woman. In my eyes and dreams, you already are that woman." Tiffini looked up at her and cried. Her arm stung like hell. Vixen held her close. Two weeks later, Vixen stood at the railing in the dark, the wind in her hair as it fluttered in the small of her back in a repeating pattern. Tiffini walked up beside her. She was getting taller now, her thin form filling out very perceptively. Her joy of learning the process was really working was spirit lifting beyond measure. Her sexuality in her new conscious orientation was growing and she and Vixen now openly played with each other a bit, even if Tiffini was hopelessly shy about it still. They put their arms around each other. Vixen told her they would wait to consummate their love until the night of the last pill, and then, they would become physical lovers as well as spiritual lovers. Tiffini knew she be ready by then, maybe sooner at this rate. Tiffini had never been so happy. More and more, she felt Vixen becoming a part of her spirit. And she knew that Vixen was totally devoted to her. She was feeling the same way. Taking pleasure out of giving a back rub, or fixing a nice meal, or setting up a special bath for the other to enjoy. She looked out into the darkness and her thickening hair stirred in the darkness. Tiffini downed the last pill, put the glass on the counter and turned to Vixen. Almost the same height now, her breasts were out to a C cup and growing rapidly, their slightly bulbous, uptilted angle already evident. Real hips were visible and her sallow skin was turning sleek and golden brown from the sun. Her legs were strong and straight and she had already begun to shave her pussy. She never felt so alive. Proud of her already sexy appearance. And so happy to have Vixen to share all this with. She took Vixen's hand. "Take me to the bedroom and make love to me, dearest. I'm ready now." Their forms disappeared into another room, and soon cries of pleasure drifted out over the beach and were washed away by the crash of the surf. Frank turned off the viewer and looked at the now still, very lean body of the woman on the couch. The three gold wands were still attached to her head. He leaned over to begin to disconnect them. His companion, a redhead with soft shoulder length hair, glasses perched on top, green eyes sparking underneath, was crying. "God, that was so beautiful. She was so happy. Gosh, I don't know why I watch these things with you. When they finally go, I am so happy for them." Frank stored the equipment and began to zip up a body bag around the still form. "Well Barbara, you always want to know when one of them is resolving a sexual displacement issue. You could stay at home, you know." He knew the sex was really what drew her there. "I know." She looked at the woman on the bench. "She really was so unhappy. She seemed so happy now." She frowned. "Tell me again how it works?" She always asked. And forgot. It was OK, he knew. "It's very simple, actually. We live in a universe that allows unlimited alternative realities. Man has always known this. And many theories were created on how it worked. Parallel universes. Re-incarnation. Channelling. Intuition. I discovered that the mind itself actually creates the reality in which you live. It's a projector. Each mind is contributing to the picture to strengthen it. So, if enough minds project something, you are almost trapped in the reality from all the feedback. But, in the right circumstances, the mind can still project a new reality and given a chance for it to form and become solid, a person can change themselves and the reality in which they live. It usually occurs in dreaming. Even daydreaming. If the projection can be made solid enough, the person can simply leave, or transition, from one reality and move into another. Leaving their old reality behind." "So, she dies here, but became alive somewhere else?" "Yes." "And that's why it's not murder?" "Well, I know it's not murder. She did it herself." "But the needle and the pills?" "She created them unconsciously. A way to do something physical in the new world to create her new body there. Make everything more and more real. It's her belief and acceptance of her new world that actually makes it real. And the characters in that world accepting her version of reality as well. The needle and pills actually did nothing. Her mind did it all over the month she thought she was spending there." "It only took two hours here. Gosh." The girl's face disappeared under the zipper. "Honey. As usual, all that hot sex has me on overload. Can we invite Jeannie over to join us when we get home?" Barbara asked. Jeannie was part of their constant three-some. Frank knew he'd have a great time tonight. Frank nodded yes. "OK. I'll go out front and call her why you finish here." She paused in the door. "Frank, you wouldn't go and use that machine and leave me here, would you? I mean, you don't feel unhappy with me, do you, or your work or anything?" Frank was surprised. She had never made the connection before. Or asked the question. He smiled and came over to her and gave her a big hug. "Never. I promise you. I've never been so happy in all my life." She grinned in relief. "Oh, good. Me too. Take care of things why I call." She gave him a big kiss and slipped away. "You are so lucky to have a fucking machine like me, baby, and you and Jeannie are going to love what I do to you as soon as we get home!" She picked up the phone as he turned his back to her to finish the work. "Not luck dear," he said to himself, smiling, "it's why I made the transition years ago." THE END -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /