THE AVATAR 
by J R D

David Chambers trudged along behind professor Abbott, cursing his luck.  
As an anthropology grad student, he expected to have to play serving boy 
to whatever professor he got posted to, but why did he have to get posted 
to professor Abbott?

Not that professor Abbott was a bad anthropologist, anything but.  He was, 
although somewhat unorthodox, one of the best in the field.  
Unfortunately, in the field, he was as hard on his grad students as he was 
good at teaching in the class.  He literally used his appointees as slave 
labor, and because grades and further field work relied upon his 
recommendation, whoever got assigned to him had to take it.  And David was 
this trip's unfortunate victim.

It might be different if David saw a point to what he was doing, but what 
the professor was doing was ludicrous.  The professor had latched onto the 
old myth of Aphrodite suddenly appearing on a shell from the sea and 
determined that somewhere in the Atlantic was the hidden birthplace of the 
goddess of love.  Now he was slogging through the jungle of a tropical 
island in search of... something that even the professor couldn't say 
definitively what it was.

David, carrying a pack full of supplies, was forced to stop to catch his 
breath.  After a few seconds, he heard the professor demand his attention. 
He took a step forward, shifted his pack, and lost balance.  It was only 
for a second, and he only took one misstep, but it was one too many.  When 
he put his foot down, the ground caved in and he fell into a tunnel.

He rolled down a steep incline, the pack being ripped from his back.  When 
he stopped, he landed on his back, something sharp penetrating his body. 
He looked down, barely able to raise his head, and saw a sharp rock 
sticking out of his chest, the blood seeping out of the wound.  He heard 
the professor call out for him and he tried to call out to the professor, 
but could barely manage to get enough air to croak out a whisper.  He 
heard the doctor walk away, and tried one more time to call out, but was 
no more successful than the first time.

After a while of silence, he said, to no one in particular, "Help me, I'm 
dying."

He expected no response, but was surprised when the area was flooded in 
light and he heard a melodious female voice say, "What is it you desire?"

He looked over and saw a cylinder of light beaming down from high above 
where he could see.  Inside the light was a cylinder of stone about two 
feet high.  Floating above the stone was a jewel of some kind, and 
although it was a little too far away to tell for certain, it looked like 
a ruby carved in the shape of a heart.

"Who's there?"

"Although I have gone by many names, you know me by the title of 
Aphrodite."

"The Goddess of Love?"

"No, I am the essence of love.  Aphrodite, the goddess, was my Avatar."

"Oh, great, I'm hallucinating."

With an amused tinkle, the voice said, "Then what would be the harm in 
asking for help?"

David thought he was going crazy, but he couldn't argue the voice's point. 
"I want to live."

"I can't change that.  Without an avatar, I cannot directly change the 
life of any mortal."

"Then what can you do for me?"

"I can bring someone here to you.  When I return them, they will not 
remember, but at least you will not die alone.  And you will get one last 
chance to say good-bye."

David thought about it.  Did he really have the right to make anyone else 
live through his death?  Probably not, but he was so afraid and so alone. 
He blurted out, "Nicole.  My girlfriend, Nicole.  I want to say good-bye 
to Nicole."

"As you wish."

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

THE AVATAR (PT. 2)

Nicole Wilson lay in bed, sound asleep, dreaming of her boyfriend, David. 
He'd be away on that stupid field assignment for another two weeks, and 
she missed him so much.  She was then awakened by a sparkle of lights 
surrounding her body.  She asked, "What's going on?"

She heard a soft voice say, "David needs you."

She felt herself lifted from the bed and then she was standing up in an 
underground chamber.  She looked around and saw the circular stand with 
the jewel, but her attention was drawn away.  Then she saw him.  David was 
lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood!

She ran over to him, ignoring her nudity, and grabbed him.  He said in a 
voice barely more than a whisper, "Don't.  You'll only speed up blood 
loss."

"David, what happened?"

"Accident.  Dying.  Just wanted to say good-bye."

"No!  No, I don't want to hear that.  I can't lose you, David."

"Unavoidable."

"No!"  Then she screamed to the air, "Why bring me here if there's nothing 
I can do to save him?!"

The disembodied voice said, "You were brought here because he needed to 
say good-bye."

Through tear streaked eyes, she looked down at David.  "But I need him. 
I... can't be without him."

She held David's hand for a few seconds before the voice said, "There may 
be a way to save him."

Nicole was about to ask how when she heard David whisper, "I thought you 
said you couldn't..."

"I cannot, but if I had an avatar, a mortal representative of my power, 
then you would be saved."

Nicole blurted out, "I'll be your avatar!"

"Alone you cannot.  Alone he cannot.  Neither of you alone has enough love 
for me to fill with my essence.  But together you have enough love to 
spare.  Only if both of you accept can I bond with you and bond you 
together in ways you cannot imagine to save him."

"I accept."  She shook David's hand.  "David.  David, you have to accept 
or you'll die."

David whispered out, "What does being an avatar mean?"

Nicole said, "David, this is not the time to read the fine print on the 
contract.  She is offering you your life.  If for no other reason than for 
me, accept!"

David looked up at Nicole, barely able to see her through the haze in his 
eyes.  Finally he said, "I accept."

Before either could say another word, the voice said, "Quickly now, get 
the gem from the stand."  Nicole ran and grabbed the gem.  As soon as she 
held it, it separated into two halves, each looking like a perfect heart 
shaped gem, but with a flat back.  "Now place one half squarely in the 
center of his chest, and the other between your breasts."

Nicole did as she was instructed.  As soon as her half of the gem touched 
her chest, there was a huge flash of light and she felt suffused with 
Love.  Then all went black.

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

THE AVATAR (PT. 3)

Nicole drifted out of her sleep.  She sat up and looked around.  She was 
in her room at home.  She wondered briefly about the strange dream of 
being in that cave with David.  Was it a vision?  Could it possibly mean 
that David was hurt?  But as soon as she thought it, she knew that wasn't 
the case. Somehow she knew that David was unharmed, wherever he was.

She got up and went into the bathroom.  She lifted the seat, took her dick 
in hand and let the urine flow.  When the flow reduced to a trickle then 
ceased, she shook it off, and flushed the toilet.  She had a brief urge to 
use some toilet paper to wipe her crotch, but shook it off.  A dick didn't 
need to be wiped.

She returned to the bedroom, and got a pair of panties out of her drawer 
and put them on.  But when she pulled them around her waist, they were 
abnormally tight.  She always preferred her panties a little tight, but 
now it was almost like there wasn't enough room for her dick inside the 
silken undergarment.

But that was silly, she had had a dick since she was born.  Why would her 
underwear suddenly not fit?  Most likely she had put on a little weight, 
and just not noticed it till now.  Maybe David was right and she should 
start an exercise plan.  Of course, David was an exercise freak, and short 
of a doctor telling him NO, he'd go jogging in the middle of a blizzard.

The funny thing was, up till now, every time David had invited her on one 
of his early morning jogs, she had flatly refused.  But now, the very 
concept of not jogging seemed alien to her.  She opened up her pants 
drawer, looking for something to wear to go jogging in.  Problem was, the 
only thing she had were tight jeans and formal slacks.  She looked through 
the drawer, searching for the sweats she remembered wearing on previous 
jogging trips.

But that brought her up short.  Previous jogging trips?  How could she 
have refused every previous offer to go jogging, but actually remember 
having been jogging?  But she clearly remembered having gone jogging.

But there was another thing.  If she had ever accepted one of David's 
offers, wouldn't she remember jogging with him?  But she only remembered 
jogging alone.  But then she remembered years back, having gone jogging 
with others.  Sometimes male, sometimes female.  But she remembered the 
guys as just friends, and most of the girls as girlfriends, romantic-type 
girlfriends.  But she wasn't a lesbian, or even remotely bi.

She shook her head.  She'd figure it out later.  A good jog always cleared 
her mind.  But she had to find something to wear before she could go out.

Then she had it.  David had left some sweats here for when he slept over 
so he didn't have to worry about what to wear for his early morning jogs. 
After he had left yesterday, she had washed his clothes, and they were 
still in the laundry basket by the door where she left them when she 
finished last night.

But as she walked, she noticed another problem.  The panties she wore 
weren't just tight, they were actually pushing her dick into her cunt.  
The feeling was mildly erotic, but mostly annoying.  When she got to the 
basket, she stripped off her panties and dropped them to the side.

She was prepared to go without underwear, but when she pulled David's 
sweats out, she noticed a pair of his boxers in the basket and grabbed 
them, too.  She slid them on, enjoying the loose feel around her crotch. 
She pulled the sweats on over them, and pulled the drawstring at the 
front, tightening them around her waist.  Then she returned to her room 
for something to cover her top.

She looked through her drawer for a bra, and realized that what she had 
was totally inappropriate for a jogging trip.  She couldn't find one 
sports bra in the entire collection she had.  She thought about it and 
realized she had one choice.  Her best friend, Anna, had left some clothes 
from when she had changed for the costume party that the three of them 
(Anna, David, and Nicole) had gone to last week before David's departure.  
Which reminded Nicole, Anna would be over later to pick her clothes up.  
Nicole went to the pile of clothes of Anna's and looked through it, 
finding one of Anna's bras.  Now if it just fit.

Luckily both Anna and Nicole had the same base size, 38, but Anna only had 
a C cup as opposed to Nicole's double D.  But the smaller cup should allow 
Anna's bra to function in much the same way as a sports bra, holding her 
breasts much tighter and closer to her chest.

Nicole stopped.  This was sure an awful lot of trouble to go through, just 
to go jogging.  She could go get a sports bra at the athletic store and go 
jogging tomorrow.  But somehow that didn't seem right.  It just seemed 
natural to get up and go jogging first thing in the morning.

Nicole chuckled.  Now that sounded like David.  Once she had asked, "Why 
don't you sleep in today?"

He had leaned over, given her a peck on the cheek, and said, "I have been 
getting up and going jogging every morning since I was fifteen.  I'm not 
going to change now."

It was tight and uncomfortable, but it would hold through her jog.  She 
strapped herself in, and went for a shirt.  Her own blouses were too 
frilly for a good jog, and she finally decided to complete her current 
ensemble by putting on one of David's sweat shirts.

Once she was finished, she had to giggle.  Here she was, almost ready to 
go out, but not a stitch of clothing she was wearing was hers.  It was 
ironic since her own wardrobe was larger than Anna's and David's combined.

She got a pair of socks and her one pair of sneakers (for bike rides, her 
one concession to David's exercise passion), then hit the road.  She went 
jogging down the road and through the park.  She stopped for a brief drink 
of water, and saw a woman on a bench, crying.  Nicole was filled with a 
desire to help and walked over.  "Excuse me," she said, "I couldn't help 
but hear your crying.  Can I help?"

"It's nothing."

Nicole's mind was filled with images and, somehow, she understood them 
all.  "It's your husband.  Over the last week he has been behaving in a 
secretive manner, not saying where he's going or what he's been doing. 
You're thinking that he's probably having an affair."

The woman sniffled back some tears and looked up at Nicole.  "How did you 
know?  Are you...?"

"The other woman?  No."  Nicole extended her hand.  "Take my hand."

The woman looked up at her, but then tentatively reached up and took 
Nicole's hand.  As soon as they touched Nicole felt the presence of the 
woman's husband through her love for him and knew what he had been doing. 
"There is no other woman," Nicole told her.  "Your husband has been 
planning a surprise dinner and gift for tonight, the anniversary of your 
first date."

The woman looked at Nicole in stunned wonderment.  "I had forgotten that 
tonight was our first date anniversary.  But... how did you know?"

Nicole just smiled.  "Is that really relevant?  Go home, wait for tonight, 
and try to act surprised when your husband springs this on you tonight."

The woman got up, thanked Nicole profusely, and ran off.  But as she ran, 
Nicole wondered the same thing she had.  Where had those images come from? 
And why was she so sure they were real?

As she jogged home, she wondered what else was next.

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

THE AVATAR (PT. 4)

David woke up and sat up, his breasts shifting under his shirt.  He looked 
around, half expecting to see a column of light and a rock cylinder, but 
the only light came from the hole where he had fallen from.  He then 
remembered that strange dream where he was dying, and he grabbed his shirt 
where the wound had occurred and found a rip, and a wet spot on the 
fabric.  He lifted his fingers to his face, smelled them and tasted the 
stuff.

It was blood!  He had to get back up to the surface where he had some 
light, so he could check himself out.  He scrambled up the hill he had 
fallen down.  It was a tough climb and his bouncing breasts kept getting 
in the way.  As he climbed he wondered what, in Aphrodite's name, had made 
him skip putting on a bra this morning.  But he finally made it to the 
surface.

He looked down at his front and saw a big, red stain surrounding a hole on 
the right side of his shirt.  He quickly removed the garment, exposing his 
breasts to the warm, jungle air.  He examined his breasts and abdomen, and 
found not even a scratch on their perfect surface.  But the right side of 
his shirt was clearly soaked in blood.  This was weird.

He put the shirt back on, but only buttoned the top half of the buttons. 
He took the two tails of the shirt and tied them in a knot under his 
breasts.  It wasn't a bra, but it would do till he got back to camp.

He walked back to the tents where he and the professor would be living for 
the next two weeks.  He stripped off his bloody shirt and searched through 
his bags, looking for a bra and clean shirt.  Finding a new shirt was 
easy, but in none of his bags was there even a single bra.  Now that was 
stupid. Alright, he could see skipping a bra in the morning; he enjoyed 
the feeling of his breasts moving freely and hated the way bra straps dug 
into his shoulders after a day of wearing one; but to forget packing any 
altogether?  With the amount of exercise he'd be getting on this trip, 
that was foolish.

Then he noticed something else was missing.  He quickly double checked and 
noticed all his feminine hygiene products were missing!  No tampons, no 
douche bottles, not even a maxi-pad.

Okay, this was getting serious.  Ever since his first period back at the 
age of nine, when he had been on a family vacation, he had always made 
sure to pack a few extra tampons in every bag on any trip longer than a 
week. But there were none in any of his bags.  He remembered his first 
period. He had been so scared, but his mother had been so comforting and 
caring through the whole thing.

That froze him solid.  Remembering his mother, he remembered her funeral. 
The funeral they had when he was only five!  Dad had never remarried, so 
how could he remember his mother helping him through his first period at 
nine, when she had died four years before?

Another thing, when he remembered his mother, there were two faces that 
sprang to mind.  One, the woman who died when he was a child, the other, 
the woman who bought him his first dress, helped him through his first 
period, discussed the facts of life with him, and discussed why he 
shouldn't let boys have sex with him until he was married.

Of course, he hadn't listened.  He could remember clearly the fight he and 
mom had had when she discovered his birth control pills in his dresser 
drawer.  He had lied to her and told her that he was afraid of being raped 
and getting pregnant (one of the girls had suffered through that in high 
school).  She had accepted that.  But the real reason was that he was 
having sex with Mark King every Friday night after their dates.

David froze.  Mark King had been the man Nicole had lost her virginity to 
back when she was 17.  He remembered her telling him that when they had 
discussed sexual histories before actually having sex for the first time. 
But he could clearly remember having sex with Mark at least once a week 
for the eight months they had been together.

But his conversation with Nicole about their sexual history had its own 
weirdness.  He reembered being told by Nicole about Mark, but he also 
remembered telling David about losing his virginity to Mark.  He 
remembered telling Nicole about losing his virginity to Becky Martin when 
he was 15, but also being told by David about how he had lost his 
virginity at the age of 15.

Then he got it.  He was remebering everything from his life and from 
Nicole's life.  And he was remembering it all from a first person 
perspective.  He clearly remembered not having breasts when he fell down 
that hole, but, looking down at the double D breasts on his chest, he 
remembered them budding at an early age, and growing in quickly.  His 
breasts had been larger than any other girl's in the class ever since.

Oh, this was going to get confusing fast.  He didn't just remember 
Nicole's memories, he remembered being Nicole.  And he remembered 
everything.  From the moment of his birth and the doctor saying, "It's a 
boy!" to 7 months later, and being born, and having the doctor say, "It's 
a girl!", and then remembering two lives lived.  He even remembered 
getting up this morning, getting dressed in his boyfriend's sweats, and 
his best friend's bra and going jogging.  Apparently David and Nicole were 
still linked.  He could even feel the sensation of his breasts bouncing up 
and down as he jogged home.

David laughed aloud.  Apparently being bonded by Love (was there another 
suggestion for what had happened) had other side effects.  Before, Nicole 
had been as staunchly anti-exercise as they come.  To keep her slim 
figure, she preferred to eat less all day than he ate in a single meal 
rather than exercise.  But now, without any prompting at all, she was 
jogging as he did every morning.  She was even getting dressed in clothing 
that was less than fully appropriate, rather than forgo her morning jog.

Well, at least this explained why he didn't have any feminine hygiene 
products.  When He packed for this trip, he hadn't needed them.  But did 
he need them now?  He remembered having a vagina.  Hell, he remembered 
using his vagina sexually.  But did he have one now?  He had breasts, but 
did he have a cunt, as well?  He slid his hand down his pants.  He felt 
his penis, but instead of a sack of testicles beneath them, he instead 
felt a moist slit.

Okay, he had a cunt.  But did that mean he now had "monthly visitors" as 
his mother... as Nicole's mother had so coloquially referred to his... to 
Nicole's periods?  Not that it was that big a deal.  Thanks to his link 
with Nicole, he now had fifteen years of experience to draw on when 
dealing with his periods.  So he knew what to do.  But then came back to 
the problem of not having the feminine hygiene products necessary to take 
him through the period.

Then he heard the professor returning.  How was he going to explain his 
breasts?!  He couldn't tell the professor the truth.  Although the 
professor had been right and this island was the birthplace of Aphrodite, 
to professor Abbott, it would just be a reason to tear the island apart 
and defile the temple to satisfy his scientific need.  David couldn't 
allow that to happen.

The professor would never find the temple unless he knew love in his 
heart, or unless he knew definitively that it was here.  If he never saw 
David's new form, he'd eventually return to home, unsatisfied.  He'd still 
believe that this was the birthplace of Aphrodite, but without proof the 
university would never fund another expedition.

But how was David going to hide a pair of breasts this large?  His only 
hope was for the professor to never see him.  He'd have to hide in the 
jungle for the next two weeks.  Finding a way to get off the island at 
that time would be interesting, but he'd cross that bridge when he got to 
it.

He was about to make a dash for the jungle, wishing he still looked like 
his old self, when his breasts shrunk.  He felt curves that he hadn't 
realized he had disappearing, and a testicle sack dropping into his pants. 
He was normal again.

What had happened?  Was he now no longer linked with Nicole?  No.  He 
could still feel Nicole's presence in him, could still remember living 
his/her life.  So what happened?

Then he realized what it was.  The gods of ancient Greece had all been 
shpeshifters, and now he was one, too.  Any form could be his, male or 
female, simply by choosing it.

The professor walked into the camp and said, "Where have you been? 
Slacking off?"

Ignoring the doctor's insult, David said, "I fell down a hole.  By the 
time I crawled back up you were long gone."

"Anything interesting in the hole?"

"Nope.  Just a natural cave," David lied.

The professor just grunted and walked away.  After he was gone, David 
sarcastically said, "Oh, no.  I'm fine.  Thanks for asking."  But then 
images of why the professor was such a jerk flashed through his head. 
Apparently the professor was in love with doctor Amber Cole (or at least 
was strongly fascinated by her), but every time he had made even the 
slightest romantic overture, she had rebuffed him soundly.

But that made David wonder why.  Admittedly, professor Abbott was no 
model, but he wasn't bad looking.  Then images of doctor Cole's fantasy 
lover flashed throuh his mind, and David understood.  Doc Cole "swung the 
other way".  David's new form would excite her more than the professor's 
current form.

But then David had an idea.  A way to both help the professor, and, with a 
little capricious non-explanation, punish him for the way he treated 
others.

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

THE AVATAR (PT. 5)

Nicole ran into her apartment building, not even winded.  She jogged up 
the five flights of steps to her floor (something else she had never done 
before).  When she entered the hall to her apartment, she saw Anna waiting 
for her by her door.  Anna looked at her in stunned amazement.  "What's 
with the sweats?"

"I went jogging this morning."

"You?  Jogging?  What?  Did the devil call this morning and say that hell 
had frozen over?"

Nicole got the spare key from the top of the door frame.  "Very funny.  I 
just had this urge to jog this morning.  Any problem with that?"

"I'm just kidding.  I think it's great you've started exercising."

They went inside.  Nicole said, "Your clothes are in a pile in my room. 
With one exception."

"Oh?"

Nicole pulled David's top off.  As she reached behind her, she said, "I 
didn't have a sports bra, so I used your bra.  It's smaller size acted in 
much the same way."  Nicole handed the bra to Anna.

Anna took it, saying, "You... wore my bra?"

Anna seemed stunned.  "Sure.  I hope you don't mind.  If I stretched it 
out too much, I'll buy a replacement."

As Anna held the bra, Nicole could almost feel her tremble.  Anna stared 
at the bra with abject fascination.  "No need for that."  She then shook 
herself out of her reverie, and said, "I need to use your restroom.  Do 
you mind?"

"Of course not."

Anna walked into the bathroom.  After only a few seconds, Nicole heard a 
splash, and Anna say, "What the?!  Damn it!"

"You okay?"

"I fell into the toilet.  I thought David left yesterday morning."

"He did."

"Then why is the toilet seat up?  Don't tell me you haven't used it since 
before he left."

"No, I used it this morning."

"Did some man use it after you?  A maintenance man, perhaps?"

Nicole could hear the implied emotion in Anna's voice.  Anna had known 
David first, and had been the one to introduce them.  Somehow Nicole knew 
that Anna was wondering if she was cheating on David (not that she ever 
would), but Anna also wanted to believe in Nicole, and was giving her an 
out even if she was cheating.

"No.  I used it with the seat up."

"Why?"

"Because I had to pee," Nicole said as if Anna were being silly for 
asking.

"So...  What?  You decided to squat above the toilet in a balancing act to 
see if you could do it?"

"No, silly, I peed standing up with my dick."

Anna laughed.  "Okay, you got me.  I was being silly for thinking you had 
been with someone other than David.  But seriously, why is the seat up?"

"Because I went in there this morning, lifted the seat, pointed my dick at 
the bowl, and let loose."  Why wouldn't Anna believe her?

"Okay, fine, don't tell me."

Nicole had had enough.  She stormed into the bathroom, pulled her pants 
down right in front of Anna, saying, "I used this to pee into the toilet."

Anna stared at it.  "You...  You've got a... a dick!"

Nicole pulled her pants up.  "Well, duh."

"But where'd it come from?  How long have you had it?"

"For the last 25 years, since I was born."

"First off, you're only 24.  Secondly, you didn't have it when we went to 
the beach last month on David's birthday."

Nicole was about to protest when images of getting changed on that trip 
flashed into mind.  Two sets of images.  In one, she and Anna changed in 
the women's dressing room/bathroom.  In that one, she had a cunt.  In the 
other, she changed alone in the men's room.  In that one, she had a dick. 
But in neither did she have both, as she had now.  And the more she 
thought about it, the more that proved to be the rule rather than the 
exception in her memories.  In no memory before this morning, could she 
ever remember having both a dick and a cunt.  She could remember having 
both, but not at the same time.

She turned to the mirror, dropped her pants, and lifted her dick, exposing 
the slit beneath it.  What had changed?  Where had she picked up a dick? 
Or had she gotten a cunt.  She clearly remembered having both for her 
entire life.  Then she had it, and everything snapped into place.  "It 
wasn't a dream."

"What?"

"Last night, when I was dying-"

"DYING?!  What happened?!"

Nicole thought about it.  "No.  It wasn't me.  It was David.  David fell 
into a chamber and suffered a serious wound.  I...  He asked for help, and 
Love offered to bring one person to his side.  He asked for me.  I was 
waken out of a sound sleep, and brought to his side.  I begged for his 
life and Love said that if we both agreed, we could be bound together, and 
his life would be saved.  Then, this morning, I woke up, remembering 
everything from both our lives, as if I had lived it."

"That's a pretty fantastic story.  Got any proof?  Other than that?"

"I can remember you telling me... telling David that you were a lesbian. 
That's something you never told me."

"That doesn't prove anything.  I also told David that if you ever 
expressed any jealousy over his and my relationship, he could tell you to 
set aside your worries.  Try again."

Nicole looked into Anna's eyes and a thought flashed into her mind. 
"You're in love with me."

Anna was shocked.  She tried to cover it by saying, "Of course I love you. 
You're like a sister to me."

Nicole shook her head.  "No.  You're IN love with me.  You fantasize about 
me every night.  You stopped dating shortly after you met me because you 
couldn't stop thinking about me when with someone else.  When I handed you 
your bra soaked in my sweat, you nearly orgasmed."  Anna hid the bra, 
which she was still holding, behind her back.  "The only reason you 
haven't said anything is because you knew I had no sexual interest in 
other women before."  Anna was so stunned, she couldn't speak.  Nicole 
walked over and stood beside her when she was on the toilet.  Nicole 
leaned over, saying, "David's dick wasn't the only thing I got from him.  
I also got his sexual desire."  Nicole kissed Anna.

Anna pushed her face up into Nicole's, almost orgasming from the one kiss. 
But then she pushed Nicole away, stood up, and took a couple steps away, 
almost tripping on the panties around her ankles.  "No!  I may not have 
any sexual feelings for David, but I love him like a brother, and I won't 
have you cheating on him.  Not even with me.  No matter how much... how 
much I want you."

Nicole smiled.  "I'm beginning to understand a little bit more about what 
I've become."  Nicole pulled up her... David's pants.  "You may want to 
either pull your panties up or remove them altogether."

"Why?"

"Trust me."

"But-"

"Anna, I would never do anything to hurt David.  Or to hurt you.  I just 
want to prove that to you."

Anna stared at Nicole for a bit then pulled her panties up.  "Now what?"

Nicole just grinned as they were surrounded by a shower of lights.

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

THE AVATAR (PT. 6)

David was setting up the supplies for tomorrow's trek.  The island had 
been divided into 14 parts, one for each day they'd be there.  The morning 
was spent exploring, and the afternoon for a review of the findings.  
Since David had not been involved in the exploring that morning (through 
no fault of his own) the professor had decided to exclude him from the 
review. Before this morning, David would have been pissed, but now it 
would give him a chance to do a review of his own.  He knew most of the 
myths of ancient Greece, so he knew what "Aphrodite" was supposed to be 
capable of. Now, since he was a modern-day Aphrodite, he needed to find 
out if the stories were true.

While he was picking out what would be needed, he realized that he had a 
perfect opportunity to test one of his new abilities.  He quickly scanned 
the professor's mind and determined that he'd be at least another two and 
a half hours in his review, so David had plenty of time to play.

David shifted back to his new form.  Not because he had to, but because he 
was more comfortable with breasts.  Although David was an exercise freak, 
he had never been a muscle builder.  He exercised for fitness, not bulk, 
so his chest size had never been a big deal.  But Nicole had developed 
early, and, since everyone else made such a big deal of her breasts, she 
just wound up doing the same.  So now David's breasts were a big deal to 
him.

He then made some quick decisions on what would be needed for tomorrow, 
and waved his hand.  In a shower of light, what was needed was transported 
from the stores to the packs.  David smiled.  An afternoon's work done in 
two seconds.  Now for some personal fun.

He waved his hand and created a full length mirror in the tent.  He stood 
in front of it and got a good look at his new body.  In his clothes, he 
looked like a woman in men's clothes.  The strong, male lines in his face 
were gone, replaced by softer, rounder ones.  Even his hair now had a 
feminine wave to it.  he also noticed that his body now had feminine 
curves that even the clothes he was wearing, with their straight, male 
lines, couldn't hide.

But David wanted a good look at his new body, so he waved his hand, and 
the male clothes he was wearing disappeared.  David took a look at his new 
self and even he was impressed.  The basic shape was Nicole's (which was 
fantastic to start with), but it was a perfect version.  His large breasts 
now jutted straight out from his body, as if they had just grown there. 
David shook his head.  He had to remind himself that they HAD just grown 
there.  But he also knew that no matter how long he had or would have 
these breasts, they'd always have this perfect shape and curve to them.  
And thinking of curves, his were perfect.  His hourglass shape curved 
perfectly from chest in to waist, and out around his hips.  His body was 
perfectly designed for nestling into David's big, strong arms.

When he thought that, David slapped his forehead.  He was part Nicole now, 
so when he did or thought things, part of him did or thought it as though 
he were Nicole, but sometimes it was ridiculous, like wanting to be in his 
own arms.  Oh, well, he'd sort it out in time.

He looked at his arms and legs.  They (as well as the rest of his body, 
now that he thought about it) were a little thicker than Nicole's, but 
still perfectly proportioned.  He wondered what his legs would look like 
in high heels and decided to find out.  He went up on his tiptoes, and 
with a sparkle, was in his... Nicole's highest heels.  And his legs, 
stretched out in heels, were marvelous!  He lifted his right foot and 
rotated it around sensually.  He looked fantastic, just fantastic.

David decided to get all decked out.  He waved his hand, and was in his 
best dress, with lingerie and stockings on underneath.  He then shook his 
head and his hair styled itself.  With his penis hidden underneath the 
dress, there was now nothing visibly masculine about him.  He was a 
fantastic babe.  But what else could you expect from the modern 
incarnation of the Goddess of Love?

David stopped.  He had just called himself the GODDESS of Love, but, for 
some reason, that didn't bother him as much as it would've yesterday.  He 
was, physically at least, mostly woman now, and that was fine with him. 
And it wasn't just that he could shift back any time he wanted.  He liked 
his new self, both from an internal and external perspective.

David smiled, thinking of what his mother would say if she knew that her 
little boy had become a sexy goddess, and liked it.  Then David realized 
he could become a mother himself if he wasn't careful.  He could render 
himself sterile if he wanted to, but if he shifted into a form with a 
vagina, including his base form, without doing so and took a load of semen 
into him, he had just as much chance of getting pregnant as any woman.  He 
also realized he would have periods now.  He wouldn't have PMS.  His body 
would automatically correct that, but he would have his bloody times, just 
as he would have his fertile times.

But that didn't scare him as much as he thought it would.  He had run the 
risk of getting pregnant every time he had had sex since his first time 
with Mark.  David stopped, and was about to correct himself, reorienting 
the statement to Nicole's perspective, but then figured why bother.  He 
was physically mostly woman, but he was mentally half-woman as well.  The 
memories he had from Nicole were more than just there, they were a part of 
him.  He wasn't just linked with Nicole, didn't just remember what she 
did. In a very real sense, he WAS Nicole; at least part of him was.

He waved his hand and the dress he was wearing was replaced with a house 
dress, something more durable to do some work in.  David thought about it, 
wondering why he was choosing a dress to work in, when his male clothes 
were far more durable.  Then he had it.  For a man, clothes were just 
that, clothes.  They served a purpose, they protected from the 
environment, and they warmed.  But for a woman, clothes did all that, and 
served an ornamental function, as well.  Only the simplest of clothes 
weren't designed to make the wearer more beautiful, and even when he wore 
those clothes, they would sometimes serve that function anyways.  Even the 
simple dress he wore showed off just enough of his cleavage to be 
suggestive.

David looked at the space between his breasts and wondered about having 
larger boobs.  Like most men, David was fascinated by large breasts, and 
could (and had) stroke and love Nicole's large breasts for hours.  But 
what about larger?  Not that he wasn't satisfied with what he had, but now 
that he thought about it, his curiosity was piqued.  He concentrated on 
his bosom and it slowly grew.  His clothes grew with him, and in seconds, 
his breasts were bumping the mirror in front of him.  He had to laugh.  
Big breasts were beautiful, but this was just ridiculous.  He shrunk them 
back down to a slightly larger triple D.

But his curiosity was piqued.  He loved Nicole as is, but he had always 
wondered what she'd look like with bigger breasts.  He shifted his face 
and body into her form, leaving his breasts at their slightly larger size. 
Looking at "Nicole" in the mirror, he played around with his breast size a 
bit, both increasing and decreasing their size before finally determining 
that he liked her best as is.

He then felt a strange pull from down on the beach, and instantly knew 
what it was.  He shifted back to his base form, and strode out of the 
tent.

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

THE AVATAR (PT. 7)

Anna experienced a moment of disorientation as the world shifted around 
her.  Suddenly she and Nicole were on a sandy beach with a tropical jungle 
off to one side.  "Where are we?"

"A little island in the middle of nowhere."

"Why are we here?"

"So I can convince you to give me a chance at being your lover."

Anna was about to tell her not to bother, when a fantastic looking woman 
stepped from the jungle.  She was only wearing a simple, blue dress, but 
that detracted nothing from her beauty.  She was, in fact, very similar to 
Nicole in body shape, but there was something very familiar in her looks, 
but Anna couldn't place what it was.

Anna was wondering if this body double was single (if she couldn't have 
Nicole, she could consider someone so similar), when the woman walked 
right up to Nicole, wrapped her arms around Nicole's neck and kissed her.  
Anna was shocked, but no less so when Nicole took the woman in her arms 
and kissed her back.  "Nicole!" Anna yelled.  "Stop it right now or I'll 
tell David!"

The woman's form shifted and flowed, and suddenly it was David standing 
there in a dress and heels.  "Tell me what?" he asked.

"David?  Is that really you?"

David nodded.  "We're both shape shifters now.  We've both got our base 
forms, but we can take any form we want."

"So you were experimenting with what it would be like to look like a 
girl?"

"Actually that was my base form.  I got my body modified by Nicole's just 
as she was modified by mine."

"That girl... was you?  The new you?"

"Uh-huh."

"Okay, I can understand why Nicole got your dick, and why you would get 
her cunt, and even her breasts, but why did the rest of you change to be 
so much like her and not the other way around?"

David smiled.  "Give Nicole a hug."

Nicole stepped away from David and right up to Anna.  Anna was a little 
mystified, but hugged her best friend.  After a few seconds, Anna rubbed 
her hands over Nicole's back and arms.  "You're... thicker."

"Thicker?" Nicole asked.

"More solid, I guess would be a better way to describe it."

"It's what she got from me," David explained.  "Most of what makes a man 
different is internal.  Nicole now has a denser body structure 
particularly in regards to musculature.  She now has my endurance, 
strength, and speed. Of course, she could also use her powers to amplify 
any of those to superhuman levels.  But onto the reason why you're here.  
I think you should go ahead and jump right into bed with Nicole."

Anna was too stunned to move.  This morning had seemed so normal.  
Who'd've thought that falling into a toilet bowl would have changed her 
world so much?  But then she realized something.  "Wait a second, how'd 
you know why we came here?"

"Nicole and I are still linked.  We're living our own lives, but we're 
also living each other's lives at the same time.  That's how I know that, 
earlier, Nicole kissed you and showed our desire for sex with you."

Anna joked, "Yeah, you probably just want to get me into bed with her so 
you can know what it's like."

David smiled and said, "Well, that's a big bennie.  You know I've wanted 
you since I first met you.  But seriously, we both love you dearly, Anna. 
Let Nicole show you physically how much."

Anna didn't know what to say.  She wanted Nicole, but there was no way 
she'd ever take a chance of hurting David.  But here was David telling her 
that not only would he not be hurt, but he actually wanted her to go to 
bed with his girlfriend.  "Are you sure you two don't want to be exclusive 
to each other?"

David looked into Nicole's eyes, then said, "Not a possibility, hun.  We 
love each other dearly, but, as the Avatar of Love, we have a 
responsibility to foster love in the rest of humanity.  And one of our 
greatest tools to get things done is sex.  We're both going to get into 
bed with others, and we'd both love it if you'd be the first."

Anna was stunned.  Nicole said, "Look, we don't want to pressure you into 
anything.  We'll go home, you take the time to think about it, and when 
you make a decision, you let me know."  Then Nicole leaned over and kissed 
the girl on the cheek.

"I don't know."

David said, "Hey, if you're worried about me experiencing your experience 
at the same time, just remember this," David shifted back to his base 
form, "is my true shape.  Tell me you don't think I'm a hottie."

Anna smiled.  "No, you're fantastic.  Almost as beautiful as Nicole.  But 
if you're going to dress the role of woman, you probably should avoid 
wearing heels except on a flat surface.  I'm surprised you haven't 
wrenched an ankle already."

David laughed.  "Not a possibility, love."  He held out his hand and there 
was a knife in his grasp.  He then shocked Anna by slashing his own hand. 
He then held up his hand and there wasn't a mark on it.  "We, together and 
separately, are the modern day incarnation of Aphrodite, the Goddess of 
Love.  We're immortal and indestructible."  David banged his foot against 
the ground.  Had Anna done that, she'd've driven the heel of her shoe into 
the sand, but David's foot thumped against the ground as if it were solid 
and flat.  "Our power automatically makes any minor, temporary changes to 
the environment necessary to ensure our safety."

"I'm envious."  David walked over and gave Anna a kiss on the cheek.

David then looked back in the direction he came.  He turned to the two 
natural-born women and said, "The professor's taking a break from his 
work. You two better skedaddle so he doesn't see you."

Nicole leaned over and kissed David on the lips.  She then said, "We'll 
talk about that breast thing you were doing with my body when you get 
home."

David just grinned as Nicole stepped back and Anna and she were surrounded 
by a shower of lights.

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

THE AVATAR (PT. 8)

Anna felt that same bit of disorientation as the world shifted around her 
and she was back in Nicole's apartment.  Nicole leaned over and gave her a 
kiss.  "Now you know how both David and I feel.  We want you, but the 
choice is up to you.  As soon as you make a decision, let me know."

Nicole started to walk away, but before she had taken two steps, Anna 
said, "Nikki?"

Nicole looked over her shoulder.  She said, "You know I don't like that 
nickname," but said it with a big smile on her face showing her 
forgiveness.

"Yes, but it ensures your complete attention."

Nicole turned around.  "And what is it you wish my complete attention 
for?"

"Nicole, everything's so turned upside down and all around.  How can I be 
sure of anything?  How can I be sure that was even David, and not some 
shape shifter pretending to be him?"

"Believe me, I understand.  Before David left, we were both simple college 
students living our lives like normal people.  Now, we're the Goddess of 
Love, responsible for the fostering of love amongst the entire human race. 
Somewhat imposing, don't you think?"

"So now what?"

"That, dearie, is up to you.  I would love to take you in my arms, take 
you into the bedroom and make love to you, but only if that's what you 
really want, too.  The decision is yours."

"And if I say no?"

"Then I will be disappointed, but always your friend."

Anna stared at Nicole, unsure of what to do.  Here was a chance to live 
out a fantasy she had had since first meeting Nicole.  And from everything 
she was being told, all she had to do was accept.  But she was terrified.  
Anna had so few really good friends.  If she did this everything would 
change between her and the two people she loved the most.  Was she willing 
to risk so much for the chance at a roll in the hay with anyone, even 
Nicole?  "I'm scared, Nikki."

"Of what?  Surely you must know that I would never hurt you."

"It's just..."

Nicole listened as Anna searched for words she didn't have.  Nicole said, 
"Take my hand," and extended her hand to Anna.

Anna stared at it only briefly before putting her hand in Nicole's. 
Nicole's mind was filled with images of Anna's feelings and concerns, and 
Nicole was better able to put into words what Anna was thinking.  "You're 
afraid of losing what you already have for a reality that may not be as 
good as the fantasy in your mind."

Anna nodded.  She looked down, unwilling to show Nicole the fear in her 
eyes.  Nicole turned Anna's face back to her own.  Nicole leaned over and 
gently pressed her lips to Anna's.  The kiss was friendly and loving, 
almost comforting in its own way.  Then Nicole said, "I love you, Anna. 
And I want you to know that nothing will change that for me, not even sex. 
But if you're afraid it will, there's something I can do.  With your 
permission, and only with your permission, after we're finished, if you 
want me to, I can change the memory of everything you've experienced today 
to something a little more... normal."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll change your memory so that you don't remember anything... too 
unusual.  Let's say everything up to you falling in the toilet is the 
same, but after that, you will remember having just used the bathroom 
normally, then you collected your clothes, and went home.  Then, for the 
last half hour, instead of taking a trip to see David, you spent in bed 
with that sweat soaked bra playing with yourself, which I believe is what 
you were planning originally."  Anna blushed furiously, but didn't deny 
it.  "I'm just asking you to take a chance on us first."

"Us, you and David, or us, you and me?"

"Us, you, me, and David.  When it comes to anything with either of us, 
Anna love, doing it with one is the same as doing it with the other.  
That's something I cannot change."

Anna thought about it for a few seconds before saying, "Okay, let's try 
it. But first, promise me one thing."

"What?"

"No matter how this goes, no matter what happens, you let me remember it."

"Alright, if you insist."

Anna stepped into Nicole's arms and took her face in hand.  Nicole pulled 
the smaller girl close and kissed her, this time in as overtly sexual a 
matter as possible.  Their lips parted and Nicole slid her tongue into 
Anna's mouth.  Their tongues played within their mouths, wrestling like 
kittens.  Finally, Nicole swept Anna into her arms and carried her into 
the bedroom.  She lay Anna on the bed, and kissed her again.  Then, with a 
brief exercise of her new powers, Nicole made both of them naked.  She got 
up on the bed beside Anna and gently rubbed her hands over Anna's body. 
She rubbed Anna's arms and shoulders, then moved on to the girl's 
beautiful abdomen.  She rubbed Anna's stomach until Anna was writhing 
underneath Nicole's touch.

Anna reached up and took Nicole's breasts in hand.  Anna knew she was 
going faster than she usually would, but she couldn't help herself.  For 
so long she had fantasized about this, but felt it would always be nothing 
more than a fantasy.  Nicole had never expressed an interest in anything 
other than guys, and Anna had been to afraid of losing Nicole as a friend 
to tell her about her lesbianism.  Now she was afraid that this was all 
some big dream, and that she'd suddenly wake up and this beautiful 
experience would disappear like the morning dew.

But it was no dream when Nicole's hands lifted up and stroked Anna's 
breasts.  Anna moaned and Nicole plastered their lips together.  Anna's 
hands gently rubbed Nicole's breasts, and Nicole duplicated the actions on 
Anna's breasts.  Anna let her hands glide down Nicole's body towards 
Nicole's crotch.  She expected to find Nicole's cunt any second now, but 
she recoiled slightly when she touched Nicole's dick, forgetting it had 
been there.  Nicole looked at her with worry in her eyes.  "Do you want me 
to get rid of it?" she asked.

Anna stared at it.  She had never had a cock inside of her before.  The 
closest she had come was a dildo.  Hell, she had lost her virginity to one 
of those plastic sex toys.  But now, Nicole wanted to use a flesh and 
blood version on her.  Anna could tell that by the sound of Nicole's 
voice.  But somehow that didn't seem to matter as much as Anna thought it 
would.  Anna didn't hate men, wasn't repulsed by them.  She just never 
felt anything sexual about them.  She had always preferred the way women 
felt, the softness, the smell, the curves that seemed to mold so well with 
her own. But Nicole had all that.  Did it really matter that she had a 
real penis between her legs?

"No," Anna decided, "keep it."  Anna reached down and took Nicole's penis 
in her hand.  "I think I'd like to try you using this on me.  And I kind 
of get a kick out of knowing that I'll be your first."

Nicole leaned over and kissed her first female lover.  She then laid a 
line of kisses down Anna's body, paying special attention to her breasts 
and nipples before moving down to her cunt.  Nicole then used her tongue 
in marvelous, clitty-teasing ways.  She brought Anna to the brink of 
orgasm three times before finally pushing her over the brink with her 
tongue.

After Anna's orgasm, Nicole crawled up and lay beside her.  Nicole reached 
up and began stroking Anna's breast, and Anna returned the favor.  Shortly 
Anna said, "So when are you going to use that new attachment between your 
legs?"

"Whenever you want.  I just didn't want you to feel obligated or any such 
thing just because I had it."

"I know you'd never do that."  Anna shoved Nicole onto her back, and 
straddled her hips.  "But right now I want to experience all of you."  
Anna took Nicole's dick in hand,m steadied it, and slowly lowered herself 
onto the new Goddess of Love.  Nicole moaned and started to pump her hips 
up into Anna.  Anna leaned over, crushing their breasts together.  The two 
surged together until Nicole orgasmed spraying into Anna's womb.

They lay together as Nicole's cock slowly softened inside Anna.  Suddenly, 
Nicole got a concerned look on her face, pulled her head back and looked 
at Anna's midsection.  "What is it?" Anna asked.

Nicole's look faded and she said, "Just checking something."

"What?"

Nicole seemed to debate it, but finally said, "Checking to see if you were 
pregnant.  I know you're not on the pill."

Anna reared up.  "PREGNANT?!  You mean you could make me... with that?" 
Nicole nodded.  Anna lay her head on Nicole's chest.  "I never even 
considered that.  I've never taken birth control before because it never 
mattered.  How could I ever get pregnant with another woman?"

"I understand.  Next time I'll render myself sterile before we have sex."

"No, don't.  We'll just use a condom next time."

"Won't work.  Rendering myself sterile is the only form of birth control 
that'll work on me."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure.  I'm not even sure how I know, but I do know it's true. 
Birth control will still work on you, but not on me."

Anna thought about it then said, "I'll take my chances."

"Why?  I could always just shift form and eliminate the necessity."

"Actually, that scares me more than the concept of getting pregnant."

"Why?"

"It came to me when I saw David shift forms.  I had no idea who he was 
till after he revealed himself.  What happens if some person finds out 
about you, gets some personal data on you, then convinces me he or she is 
you in another form, then uses me for their pleasure?"

"Then I'd punish them."

"But would that protect me while it happens?"

"No."

"Promise me, Nicole.  Promise me that you'll always have sex with me only 
in base form.  That way I'll know it's you."

"I promise."

Anna then snuggled into Nicole and they fell asleep together.

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

THE AVATAR (PT. 9)

David, shape shifted into his old form, finished cleaning the dishes from 
the evening meal.  Professor Abbott had made him cook dinner, then they 
ate in silence.  The professor then went back to his tent, obviously 
expecting David to just handle the clean up alone.  The only problem David 
really found was that the professor wouldn't stay in his tent, so David 
couldn't just make everything clean.  But David didn't mind the work.  It 
was no less than he expected when he had learned that he had been assigned 
to the professor.  Besides, David didn't want to become too reliant on his 
new abilities.

When he finished, he noticed the professor sitting in front of his tent 
smoking a pipe.  That would be another thing that would have to change. 
Doctor Cole hated smokers.  A woman could have the body of a super-model, 
but if she smoked, the doctor wouldn't even consider a relationship.

David took a stick, sat down, and started carving.  After a few minutes, 
professor Abbott went back inside his tent.  David expanded his senses 
into the tent, waiting until the professor was starting to drift off.  
David then shifted his body into the form of Amber Cole, with one 
difference between the legs.  David was now an athletic blonde.  His hair 
was tied up in the tight bun that she always wore to work.  His breasts 
were smaller than they were in base form, but his height was about the 
same.  His clothes were the simple business suit that doctor Cole always 
wore when teaching her classes, including the flats that she preferred.

David walked right into the professor's tent.  The professor was just 
drifting off, but when he saw a figure at the entrance, he started to wake 
up.  "David, is that-"  Then he saw who David wanted him to see.  "Doctor 
Cole?  Is that you?"

David smiled, barely visible in the dim evening light.  "Professor Patrick 
Abbott, we need to talk about this infatuation you have with me."

"Don't say that."  Professor Abbott sat up on his cot.  "I love you, 
Amber."

"I'm sorry, Pat, but even if that's true, you're just not what I'm looking 
for in a sexual partner right now.  Please stop bothering me with flowers 
and candy."

"Please, Amber, I'll do anything."

"Anything?  It'll mean a lot of changes."

"I don't care."

David smiled.  He went over and sat beside the professor.  He made them 
both naked, but the professor didn't question it.  David knew that when 
the professor woke up tomorrow he'd chalk it all up to a dream.  But that 
was tomorrow.

David stroked Patrick's chest sensually as he pushed the professor onto 
his back.  Patrick tried to take David's breasts in hand, but David 
deflected them.  "Ah-ah.  First change you have to accept.  I'm in charge.  
You do what I say, when I say, and not before."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Today, you do nothing.  You just let me do things to you.  You let me do 
WHATEVER I want.  Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

David lay the professor on his back, then kissed his face, neck, and chest 
sucking Patrick's nipple into his mouth.  Patrick didn't get why "doctor 
Cole" was doing that, but he found it strangely pleasurable, and felt his 
dick growing hard under her tender actions.  After a few minutes of that, 
he felt her parting his legs.  He wondered what she was doing when he felt 
a strange hardness at his ass.  He was about to ask what it was when 
"Amber" shoved her hips forward.  He felt a sudden hard rod force its way 
past his sphincter and into his bowels.  He felt it start moving in and 
out of him in time with the way Amber was moving her hips when he figured 
out what was going on.  "You've got a...  And you're..."

Amber completed his thoughts.  "I've got a dick and I'm fucking you."

Patrick tried to protest, tried to stop this, but all he could do was 
moan. In pleasure!  He knew he shouldn't like this, but there was this 
incredible surging pleasure from deep within his ass.  He was getting 
fucked and loving it!

Amber told him, "Wrap your legs around me.  Pull me into you."

Patrick wrapped his legs around her.  He didn't expect to be so flexible, 
but was surprised when he managed to cross his ankles behind her back and 
pull her closer to him.  She continued to slam into his ass until he felt 
a strange surging pleasure, and his entire body trembled and exploded in 
orgasm.  He barely felt the strange warmth enter his ass, a little bit 
dribbling out from around Amber's dick.

After they came down, Amber stroked his face in a most unmanly fashion. 
"were you pleased by my actions, Pat?  Did you like what I did?"  Patrick 
could only nod.  "Say it, Pat.  Say what I did, and tell me you liked it."

"You... fucked me.  And...  I loved it."

Amber kissed him.  "Tomorrow we start teaching you how to please me."  She 
then waved her hand over his eyes and he was fast asleep.

David shifted back to his base form and left the tent.  Before he exited 
he turned back and stared at the sleeping professor.  David had barely had 
to touch the professor's mind to get him to enjoy every second of the act. 
The professor showed real potential for becoming a submissive little 
woman. Of course, just being a woman was only the start of what "Patricia" 
would be going through on this island before they left.

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

THE AVATAR (PT. 10)

Anna woke up and looked around.  She saw a man standing in front of the 
mirror.  He looked, at the same time, both familiar and different.  It was 
David, but a David with wider shoulders.  "David?  Is that you?"

David turned back to her, and smiled.  "He" then shifted into the form of 
Nicole.  "It's just me.  I was just wondering what David might look like 
with a few little differences.  Bigger shoulders, bigger... equipment."

"You're not satisfied with David as he is?"

"Of course I am, but that doesn't stop me from being curious."  Nicole 
came over and sat on the edge of the bed.  "He did the same thing with me.  
And I've come to the same conclusion he did."

"Which is?"

Nicole leaned over and kissed Anna.  "I love him best, just as he is."

"Good to hear it."  The two kissed again, this time far more passionately.

When they finished, Nicole said, "There's something I wanted to ask you 
about."

"Yes?"

"As you know, David and I have become the Avatar of Love, a modern-day 
Aphrodite, if you will."

"Yes."

"Well, as Aphrodite we are a goddess, and even a goddess needs help 
spreading our word.  I'd like you to be that help."

"What are you asking?"

"I...  We want you to be our High Priestess, the High Priestess of Love."

Anna was stunned.  "What would I have to do?"

"Preach.  Preach a message of love, help others to find their way to love. 
Love themselves as well as others."

"Sounds complicated."

"Not nearly as complicated as you think."

"Okay, but what happens?  What do I have to do?"

"You just have to accept.  I'll then link us together.  You will then 
become perfectly healthy.  You'll also heal fast, and never experience a 
sick day in your life."

"Sounds great."

"But..."

"But?"

"You'll also gain my immunity to birth control."

"Well, you're the only one I have to worry about that with."

"True, but you will have to worry about it.  I don't intend to let you 
ever go too long without experiencing sex with me.  And, you will also be 
bonded to David, and I know he wants you as much as I do."

"I can handle that, just so long as he uses that super-sexy girl form I 
saw before."

"I'm sure he'll agree to that.  But you do accept?"

"I do."

Nicole leaned over and kissed Anna.  The girl felt herself suffused with 
light and love.  The light then dropped to a low shine in her soul, and 
Anna said, "Woah.  So now what?"

"That's up to you."

"Like solve world problems?"

"Actually, I was just thinking going out tonight.  I'd like you to take me 
to all those places you used to frequent before you became infatuated with 
me."

"Sounds good."  Anna looked around.  "Where are my clothes?"

"Stand up."  Anna did so, and Nicole created a matching pair of gowns on 
both of them.  "Instant dressing."

"I could get used to you fast."  Nicole laughed and kissed her new High 
Priestess.

As Anna picked up her purse, she asked, "Nicole, is it true that you're 
immortal and indestructible, like David said?"

"Yes, and I'd share that ability with you if I could."

"That's not what I was thinking about.  I was wondering, if you're 
immortal and indestructible, and you're a modern-day Aphrodite, wouldn't 
that mean that the original Aphrodite was immortal and indestructible, 
too?"

"I... suppose so."

"Then what ever happened to her?"

Nicole stopped.  "I... have no idea."

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

THE AVATAR (PT. 11)

Terry Williams sat in her jail cell, reading a magazine.  She heard 
someone walk up to the cell, and she looked up, seeing the guard.  "You've 
got a visitor," he told her.

Two people stepped up into view.  One was a tall, very masculine gentleman 
in a very expensive business suit; the other appeared to be a small, 
petite woman with large breasts in a dress.  Terry looked right at the 
woman and said, "Carla, why are you doing this to me?  I love you."

The woman trembled, but the man put his arms on her shoulders 
comfortingly, and said, "Steady.  You can do this."

The woman pulled herself together and said, "You don't love me.  You don't 
love anyone.  You changed me into," she waved her hands down her body, 
"this.  You hypnotized me, drugged me, brainwashed me.  Turned me into a 
whore addicted to the taste of cum.  If my cousin hadn't found me and 
managed to help me, I'd still be on the streets whoring for your pleasure 
and profit."

Terry grinned evilly.  "So your cousin saved you?  Does he do anything 
more?  You're addicted to cum, now.  Have you tasted his cum?  Have you 
wrapped your lips around his big, hard cock?  Have you teased and provoked 
him till he spewed that white love seed down your throat?"

The woman yelled out, "Stop it!  Stop it!" and buried her head in her 
cousin's chest.

Terry snidely asked, "What's wrong, Carla?"

The woman pulled herself together and looked at Terry.  "My name isn't 
Carla.  My name is... Charles, and I am... a... man."

"A man?  In that cute, little dress?  You hardly look the role."

"I'm wearing the dress, because your brainwashing made it impossible for 
me to wear pants.  But as soon as they break it and I can get this undone, 
I'll make myself normal again."

Terry stood up.  "So tell me,... Carla.  Are you ever going to stop 
wearing nighties?  You always did like the real frilly ones.  The more 
feminine the better, as I recall."

Charles buried his head in his cousin's chest.  His cousin said, "Okay, 
that's enough.  The doctor said you had to confront her before the trial. 
He didn't say we had to prolong the terror unnecessarily.  You go ahead." 
He pushed Charles towards the door and the femininely clad male walked 
away.  After Charles was gone, his cousin said, "You really are a sadistic 
bitch.  Do you just enjoy terrorizing and feminizing unsuspecting males?"

Terry grinned.  "Well, that's part of it."  She walked up to the bars. 
"But don't let the little sissy fool you.  Before I gave him one drug, 
hormones or hypnotics, I had him in panties and a bra full time, and 
sleeping in nighties.  You think you're going to cure him?  Change him 
back into a man's man?  That never described him at any point in his 
life."  She dropped her voice so only he could hear her.  "And you'll 
never cure him entirely, because part of him wants to be a cum-sucking 
whore."

Charles' cousin trembled in rage, and Terry could tell that he wanted to 
reach through the bars and throttle her.  She also guessed that the only 
reason he didn't was because she was a woman.  But he pulled himself 
together and leaned in close.  He whispered, "I'm going to bury you.  I'm 
going to make sure the D.A.'s office has all the right lawyers, and all 
the right resources, and I'm going to get you buried in a jail cell for 
the rest of your natural life."  He then smiled evilly and walked away.

After he was gone, Terry laughed.  Wait until Carla tried to testify 
against her.  Did the little sissy really think that she hadn't included 
protections against that in his brainwashing?

Suddenly a dark, imposing voice said, "They've already destroyed those."

Terry looked around.  In the middle of the cell there was a dark vortex of 
swirling bits of blackness.  "Who... or what are you?"

"I am the darkness within all men's souls.  I am the destructive force 
that drives all to hurt others.  I am the force that compels evil.  I am 
discrimination.  I am prejudice.  I am Hate."

"And you are way too over-dramatic.  What do you want here?"

"I want to save you.  They have broken the brainwashing on your little 
sissy in regards to not testifying against you.  He will testify, and you 
will be locked away.  I am your only hope."

"And what do I have to do?"

"Just become my Avatar, the living embodiment of my power.  Usually I 
chose a man, but my opposite half, Love, has changed tracks and chosen a 
couple for her Avatar so I figured I'd change and choose a woman."

Terry stared at the vortex for a while before saying, "Bullshit.  You're 
not doing this because you want to change.  You've looked at everyone and 
chosen me because I have the most chance of stopping Love's Avatar."

The darkness laughed.  "You know Hate so well, which is why I chose you."

"But it does put me in the driver's seat."

"But keep in mind, without me, you will spend at least the next decade of 
your life in jail."

"So what do you want?  What do you want me to do?"

"Simple.  Foster hate.  Destroy lives, families and countries.  Destroy 
and pervert love wherever you find it."

"Love is fakery.  A lie to sell flowers and greeting cards."

"Then help me eliminate it."

"What do I get for this?"

"Power.  The power of a god.  One of my earliest avatars was Ares, a god 
already.  With my extra power, he perverted Aphrodite, and brought about 
the destruction of the Greeks, the Egyptians, and the Roman Republic and 
created the very militant Roman Empire.  When Love's next avatar, Venus, 
finally brought him down, my next avatar, Mars, destroyed them all."

"I thought Venus and Mars were just different name for Aphrodite and 
Ares."

"No.  The Romans based their ideas for their gods on the Greek gods, but 
they weren't the same."

"The gods were real?"

"Depends on your definition of real.  The gods of the various mythos 
throughout history were created by the imaginations of humans.  They were 
walking dreams.  All except for Aphrodite, who was a human who became 
Love's first avatar."

"So I become... the god of War?"

"If that's what you want to call yourself.  You become as powerful as the 
new Goddess of Love."

Terry considered it.  "I'll do it."  The blackness moved forward, 
enveloping her and filling her with darkness.  When it was finished, Terry 
opened her eyes to reveal two solid black orbs.

She looked around, briefly considering destroying the jail cell.  But such 
a blatant, destructive use of her power would let her opposition know who 
and where she was.  But there was one indulgence she would give herself 
before engaging the new avatar of Love.

She was surrounded by a flare of darkness and was suddenly in the house of 
Carla and his cousin, Phillip.  They weren't home yet, but they'd be back 
soon.  Terry cloaked herself and waited.  She only had a ten minute wait 
before the two cousins walked through the door.  Phillip asked, "Want 
something to eat?"

Carla declined, saying, "No, I'd just like to go to bed."

"Okay."

Carla walked back to his room, and Terry followed.  He got undressed, and 
into a nightie.  Terry created a dildo on the headboard.  When he saw it, 
he froze.  She then whispered in his ear, "Take it.  You know you want 
to." Carla only heard the words with his subconscious, and found himself 
reaching for the realistic plastic cock.  He picked it up, and Terry told 
him, "Suck it.  You need cock,and this is the only thing available."

Carla took the dildo and placed it at his mouth.  He licked at it, and 
Terry said, "Oh, yes.  Licking it is so tasty, but you need it inside you. 
Suck it into your mouth."  Carla sucked the tip into his mouth and swirled 
it around.  "Yes, that's good, but you need it deep inside of you.  Deep 
throat it.  Press it in until those plastic balls slap your chin."

Carla jammed all of the large dildo down his throat.  He started moving it 
in and out like it was a real cock.  "Yes, that's so good.  You love the 
way it forces you open.  You love the penetration."  Carla moaned in lust.

"But it's not enough.  It won't cum for you.  It won't give you that 
tasty,... creamy seed you need so much."  Carla whimpered.  "But where can 
you get that seed?  Your cousin."  Carla looked out to the front room. 
"But no, sex with your cousin would be wrong.  But where else can you get 
some cum?"  Carla thought about it, then reached under his nightie and 
took his own little dick in hand.  "Look at that tiny thing.  It won't 
even get hard anymore.  But maybe, just maybe, if you fuck yourself silly 
with that hard dildo, you can get it to spew a little bit of that white 
love juice you need so bad."

Carla took the plastic cock out of his mouth and looked at it.  When he 
hesitated a bit too long for Terry, she said, "You probably shouldn't, but 
you need that cum sooo much.  Besides, who's going to know?  And you've 
taken larger into your ass.  Go ahead.  Just do it."  Carla moved the 
dildo around to his ass, bent over and pressed it into him.

"That's it," Terry continued.  "It feels so good.  Now get down on your 
knees."  Carla, not even knowing why, obeyed.  "Now, with one hand, pump 
your ass, with the other, play with your titties."  Carla reached up and 
started rubbing his implant augmented breasts through his nightie.  "Look 
at your boobies.  Look at that silly little cockette, barely visible 
through the cleavage.  How could you dare think of going back?  That thing 
won't ever work again.  The doctors can't reverse the damage the hormones 
have done.  You'll never experience real pleasure with that little nub 
again.  But those boobies, those large, marvelous boobies.  You can't get 
rid of them.  Unless you allow yourself to be fucked by a real man, like 
your cousin, they're your only source of pleasure left.  You hate yourself 
for thinking it, but you know it's true.  You CAN'T give them up.  You 
WON'T give them up.  In fact, you need them larger, so you don't ever have 
to look at that silly thing between your legs ever again."  Carla raised 
his head up a bit so he couldn't see his cock between his legs.

While Carla continued to play with himself, Terry went through the door to 
the living room, where Phillip was watching T.V. on the couch.  She 
touched his mind and he fell into a light sleep.  She returned to Carla 
and whispered, "Cum."  Carla trembled in orgasm and leaked some cum onto 
the floor.  "Quickly now, lick it up, before it soaks into the rug."  
Carla moved back, and went to his hands and knees, lapping up his own cum, 
like a thirsty dog laps up water.

Carla sat up and wiped his lips.  "Yes, that was tasty, wasn't it?" Terry 
whispered.  "But it was hardly a lot.  And you also prefer the thicker, 
creamier stuff that comes from a real man's dick.  But where can you get 
that?  Your cousin?"  Carla looked out to the living room.  "No, you can't 
ask for that.  But you can go out and look.  You could tell him you were 
going to get a glass of water.  You'll be able to fix his image in your 
mind before coming back here and fantasizing him taking you in his arms 
and fucking you like the bitch you are while going to sleep.  Oh, you know 
you shouldn't fantasize about your own cousin, but you can't help it.  
He's just so strong and manly.  And you're such a sissy."

Carla walked out to the living room, and Terry followed.  When he saw 
Phillip asleep on the couch, Terry whispered, "Look at that big, strong 
man.  Look at the way his muscles ripple under his shirt.  It makes you 
want to play with yourself, fantasizing about him holding you, kissing 
you,... fucking you."  Carla's hand slid under his nightie and drifted 
towards his breast.  "Go ahead and play with yourself.  He's asleep.  
He'll never know."

Carla took his breast in hand and started flicking at the nipple.  Terry 
continued, "Look at his big, muscular chest, going up and down with every 
breath he takes.  But look... between his legs.  That package is so big. 
Even under his pants and asleep, it's huge.  It makes your mouth water 
just thinking about it.  Thinking about taking it into your soft, moist 
lips." Carla drew his finger over his lips.  "But that'd be wrong."  Carla 
looked away shamefully.  "But... he's asleep."  Carla looked back.  "He'll 
never know you were fantasizing about taking that big tool of his between 
your lips, and doing all those things that you know men love so much."  
Carla licked his lips.

Terry kept on.  "You've still got that dildo in your ass.  Play with it a 
bit, imagining it's his."  Carla hadn't even noticed that he had forgot to 
remove that dildo.  He reached back, took it in hand, and began pumping it 
into his ass.  "Yes, that's your cousin's dick plowing your ass, pumping 
in and out of you until he spews that beautiful seed inside you.  But, 
damn it, that plastic thing just isn't enough.  It'll never fill you with 
the cum you need.  And that silly thing between your legs won't do the job 
anymore, either.  The only real dick in this house is your cousin's.  But 
how can you get it inside you?"

Carla stared at his cousin.  Terry whispered, "You... could suck him off. 
Yes.  If you were real gentle... real careful, you could get him to blow 
his wad without ever waking up.  Yes, that's exactly what you can... what 
you must do.  You'll get a nice, tasty load of that manly seed, and he'll 
never know."

Carla tiptoed over to Phillip and knelt between his legs.  Terry 
whispered, "Careful now.  Unzip his pants."  Carla carefully reached up 
and unzipped Phillip's pants.  He reached in, and with all the skill 
Terry's brainwashing gave him, gently freed his cousin's dick.  "Ooh, it's 
bigger than you thought.  You can't wait to taste that big rod.  Quickly, 
but gently, take it in your mouth."  Carla leaned over and took Phillip's 
dickhead in his mouth and the brainwashing took over.  Carla started 
acting the role of cock-sucking whore.

Phillip roused from his sleep, and Terry moved up and started whispering 
in his ear.  "What a marvelous dream.  You've hired a whore to suck you 
off and she's the best you've ever had.  Grab her head.  Make her deep 
throat you.  You've paid for it and she deserves it."  Phillip grabbed 
Carla's head and forced all of his massive cock down Carla's throat.  
"That's it. Fuck the bitch's face.  Pump your massive rod into her whorish 
throat. Keep going until you...  Cum!  Cum now!  Fill the tramp with your 
seed!" Phillip slammed his dick deep into Carla's throat and orgasmed.

While he was loosing his seed, Terry moved down to Carla and whispered, 
"He's filling you with man seed.  You hate yourself for it, but you LOVE 
it."

She moved back to Phillip and said, "Oh, god, that wasn't a dream.  And 
that whore... is your cousin!  You just face fucked your cousin!  Worse 
yet, look at that smile on his face.  He loved it.  Terry was right.  He's 
nothing more than a cock-sucking, sissy, faggot bitch!  He's degraded the 
entire family!"  Phillip got an angry look on his face.  "Well, fine.  If 
he wants to be a sissy whore, you'll show him what that really means. 
Throw him to the ground and fuck him doggy-style like the bitch he wants 
to be."

Phillip threw his cousin to the ground.  Carla protested, saying, 
"Phillip, what's-"

Terry told Phillip, "Shut him up.  Use his femme name."

Phillip slapped Carla's face and said, "Shut up, Carla!"

Carla, still thinking of himself as Charles, was stunned.  Terry told him, 
"What a strong man.  You know you should hate it, and you hate yourself 
for it, but you LOVE this."

Carla trembled, partly in fear, partly in lust, as Phillip went to his 
knees behind him.  Phillip flipped up the nightie and saw that Carla's ass 
was still filled with the dildo.  Terry whispered, "Look at that.  The 
sissy has been fucking himself with a dildo.  He's probably been planning 
this all along.  Planning on making you want him.  Planning on turning you 
into a cock-sucking faggot like him.  You should throw him aside and get 
away, but you can't.  He's won.  You're a faggot now.  You HAVE to fuck 
your cousin."

Phillip looked down angrily, sure he was about to hit his cousin.  "Fine, 
if he wants you to fuck him, you will.  But it will be on your terms and 
only after you've punished him for what he did.  Pull that dildo out and 
beat his ass with it."  Phillip pulled the dildo out and started whacking 
on Carla's ass.  Carla whimpered in pain, but didn't protest.  Soon, Terry 
whispered, "Look at that raw ass.  You're even hotter now than when you 
started.  You've got to take him.  Take him now!"  Phillip took his stiff 
dick, put it right to Carla's ass, grabbed his hips, and impaled him to 
the sounds of a very unmasculine squeal.

Terry continued.  "Yes, fuck that boy-girl.  Pound his ass.  Get your 
rocks off inside his girlie body."  At those words, Phillip lost it and 
dropped his load into Carla.  But Terry used a bit of power and kept him 
hard. "Your cousin is so sexy that you're still hard.  Keep fucking, the 
bitch deserves it for being such a tease.  Look at those tits bouncing 
underneath his nightgown.  Are those the tits of a boy?  Play with them a 
bit." Phillip reached up and played with Carla's breasts.  Carla moaned.  
"Listen to him.  Like a bitch in heat.  Yes, that's what he is, a bitch.  
He's not really a man.  He's just a bitch-whore.  Yes, that's it.  You're 
just fucking a whore with a big clit.  You're not a faggot after all."

Phillip smiled.  He started pounding Carla even harder.  "Yes," he moaned. 
"You're such a good fuck, Carla."

Carla moaned.  Terry whispered, "You know he's right.  You hate yourself 
for it, but you are a great fuck.  Use all those skills you've got to 
please him for complimenting you."  Phillip and Carla fucked together 
until they both came.

After he pulled out, Phillip got back on the couch.  Carla started to get 
up beside him, when Terry whispered into Phillip's ear, "Keep HER on the 
floor.  It's where she deserves to be."

Phillip pushed Carla back to the floor.  "Stay there, bitch."

Carla meekly went to his knees at Phillip's feet.  Terry went beside him 
and said, "Now's the time.  Ask him about bigger breasts.  You need those 
bigger tits so you don't have to be reminded of that nub between your 
legs."

"Phillip?" Carla asked.

Terry whispered into Phillip's ear, "How dare she refer to you by name? 
She should only refer to you as Master, from now on."

Phillip slapped her.  "I'm your Master now, bitch."

"Yes, Master.  May I ask a boon?"

"What is it?"

"Can I get bigger tits?"

Terry whispered to Phillip, "See?  Would a man, any kind of man, want big 
tits?  She's a bitch."  Phillip glared at Carla.  "But bitches deserve big 
tits.  If they can pay for it."

Phillip grinned.  "You can get your own tits."

"I can't pay for that on my own," she whined.

"You can with the money you'll make from prostitution.  I'll pimp you out, 
and only take 80% of the profits."

"But it'll take me forever to get enough for more implants."

"Quit whining.  I'll advance you the price of the implant surgery, and 
take all of your profits until you pay me back for that.  I'll also have 
to take out room and board, of course.  Now show me how much you 
appreciate my generosity by sucking my dick."

Carla got between Phillip's legs and took his dick into her mouth.  Terry 
was about to leave when the phone rang.  She stopped and listened.  
Phillip picked it up and said, "Hello...  Sergeant Amos, what's going 
on?...  You say Terry Williams has escaped?...  Yes, well, I didn't think 
my cousin was going to do too well on the stand anyways...  Feel free to 
call if you catch her."  Phillip hung up.  "I'd like to thank her."  
Phillip grabbed the back of Carla's head and forced himself roughly down 
her throat.

Terry laughed as she left, leaving Phillip and Carla to wonder where the 
strange sound was coming from.

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

THE AVATAR (PT. 12)

Nicole and Anna went down to a local dance hall/bar that Anna used to 
frequent before she had become preoccupied with Nicole.  As soon as they 
entered the bar, the bartender, a pretty, tall, dark haired, slightly 
overweight woman, waved her hand and said, "Anna, long time no see!  
How've things been?"

Anna walked up to the bar, and the two leaned over and gave each other a 
friendly hug.  "I've been well.  Much better recently."

"That's great.  Who's your friend?"

"Oh, where are my manners?  Irina, meet Nicole.  Nicole, this is Irina, 
local bartender, and unofficial den mother to all the local college girls 
who are just discovering an interest in an alternative lifestyle."

Nicole and Irina shook hands and exchanged brief pleasantries.  Irina 
asked, "So, not to be too intrusive, but are you just here with Anna so 
you can see what the other side of the tracks is like?  Or perhaps 
interested in life on the other side, if you get my drift?"

Nicole smiled.  "I think I understand what you're asking, and, as to 
preferences, I like both sides of the track."

"Bisexual?"

"Very.  Any problems with that?"

"Not on my part.  Hell, as far as I'm concerned you could prefer sexual 
partners of the four legged variety.  Just don't try to push yourself on 
anyone who isn't interested, and we'll get along great."

"And just how far do you want to... get along?"  Nicole winked at the 
pretty bartender.

Irina laughed.  "Thanks , hun, but I am spoken for."  She turned to Anna. 
"I do like your friend, Anna."

"I like her, too.  Speaking of your significant other, Irina, how is 
Katrina?"

Irina got a sad look on her face.  "She's back in the hospital."

Anna said, "Oh, I'm sorry.  Same thing?"

Irina nodded.  "Lung cancer.  I always told her those cigarettes would be 
the death of her.  She keeps joking by saying that if she dies, I've got 
the ultimate I told you so."  Irina's eyes started to tear up.  "I'd give 
it all up just to have her well again."

Anna took Irina's hand.  "I'm sorry.  If there's anything we can do."

"Thanks."  Irina wiped the tears from her eyes.  "Look at me, crying like 
a baby.  So what have you been up to?  You're looking...  Well, to be 
honest, incredible.  I've never seen you looking better."

Anna smiled.  "Thanks.  I've found true love.  In more ways than one."

"What's that mean?"

Anna looked back to Nicole and grinned.  "Just a private little thing 
between me and the babe here."

Irina laughed.  "Well, whatever it is, it's done wonders for you.  But for 
the sake of my business here, is there anything I can get for you?  I 
believe your regular was a light beer, right?"

"Your memory is as perfect as ever."

Turning to Nicole, Irina asked, "And what can I get for you?"

"A regular beer."

"Regular beer?  A girl after my own heart."  Irina filled two glasses at 
the same time from the tap.  "Here you go.  A light beer for a once and 
hope to be future regular, and a full beer for the beautiful newcomer." 
After she set the beers down, Irina was called down to the other end of 
the bar to serve another patron and bid a quick farewell.

After she was gone, Anna said, "Irina and Kat are so great.  Back when I 
was first out and about, they both took the time to talk about... well, 
anything I needed to.  Where to go, who to look out for, my fears, my 
worries.  Anything.  But, thinking of Kat, is there something you could do 
for her?"

Nicole smiled.  "Of course, hun.  I'll give her a gift before we leave."

"Thanks.  On another note, why the beer?  Last time I checked, you never 
had anything stronger than a glass of wine."

"That was because I was afraid of the calories.  But now I could eat a cow 
and not gain an ounce, so I figured I'd take advantage of it.  Of course, 
you share that advantage, now."

"I do?"

"Yup.  Part of that whole staying healthy bit."

"Now you tell me, after I've already ordered."

Before either could say a thing, they heard a young lady say, "Anna?  Is 
that you?"  They both turned and saw a skinny blonde with a rather pretty 
young lady with light brown hair.  The blonde said, "It is you!  Give me a 
hug!"  The blonde and Anna hugged.  "So how have you been?  Last I heard, 
you were obsessing on that girl who you introduced to your friend, David. 
So how'd that work out?"

Nicole wrapped her arms around Anna and said, "Anna found out that the 
girl and David had an open relationship and the girl was also bisexual, so 
they finally got together.  Just this morning, in fact."

Anna rolled her eyes.  "Diane, meet Nicole.  Nicole, this is Diane, an old 
lover.  We're still friends, though."

They extended hands and greeted each other.  Diane said, "So you're the 
babe Anna couldn't stop talking about before.  You're right, Anna, she is 
a looker."

Anna growled, "Diane."

Nicole just laughed.  "So who's your friend?"

"Oh, this is Christina, Chris for short.  She's my... cousin."

Irina stepped up and said, "I thought you said she was your sister."

Diane and Chris looked at each other, unsure of what to say.  Nicole said, 
"Let me guess.  You're actually her lover, but you haven't "come out" yet, 
so you've been saying you're her sister to anyone who asks.  But you 
couldn't say that to Anna because she knows you don't have a sister."

The two women briefly looked at each other and Diane said, "Yes, that's 
it. I told her she was being silly, but Chris insisted on the pretense."

Irina smiled.  "Relax, hun.  We've all been there.  The doubts, the 
worries, the concerns about what others will think.  But we don't want to 
force you into anything.  So for tonight you're just cousin Chris."

Chris said, "Thanks."  Anna and Diane shared some old times before the two 
"cousins" went off to do their own things.

After Diane and Chris wandered off, Anna said, "I remember those days. 
Wondering what everyone was thinking of me.  Worried that they might react 
badly."

Nicole said, "Actually, I was giving them an excuse."

Irina said, "So you noticed it, too?"

Anna asked, "What did I miss?"

Irina dropped her voice to a whisper.  "The Adam's apple bobbing up and 
down under that thin scarf.  Doesn't Diane have a brother named Chris?"

Anna went wide eyed.  "You mean she... is a he?"

Irina nodded.  "Now, personally, I don't care and I wouldn't let anyone 
else make an issue out of it, but you know there are girls in here who 
would make a big deal out of it, if it became a big issue.  I'll just have 
to keep an eye on them and make sure it doesn't become an issue at all."

"Wow."

Irina walked off, and Nicole whispered in Anna's ear, "We should do the 
same.  Chris and Diane might need a helping hand here and there."  Anna 
just nodded.

The evening went easily, and neither Anna nor Nicole had to step in before 
the two siblings left.  Shortly after they left, though, Anna, Nicole, and 
Irina were chatting at the bar when they heard two girls arguing on the 
other side of the bar.  As she reached under the bar, Irina said, "Not 
again."  She pulled out a large bat, pounded it on the bar, and yelled, 
"Hey!  You two!  No fighting in here!  You two want to yell at each other, 
take it outside!"

The two settled down and Irina put the bat away.  "Damn it, those two are 
always causing problems.  Every time they come in here.  I'm this close to 
banning them from the bar for good."

Irina stepped away to serve another patron, and Nicole said, "Time for you 
to go to work."

Anna just replied, "Huh?"

"Those two are in love, but they've got some problems that will destroy 
that love if they don't get some help."

"So what are you going to do?"

"Send my High Priestess in."

It took Anna a few seconds to remember what she had agreed to, but when 
she did, she got a shocked look on her face and said, "Me?!"

Nicole nodded.  "It's your job, now."

"But what if I can't do it?"

Nicole kissed her.  "Have faith in love, dear heart."

Anna hesitated for a few seconds before pulling herself together and going 
over to the two girls who were still sitting close, but staring at 
different corners of the bar.  One was a pretty, petite redhead, obviously 
from wealth from what Anna could see of the expensive silk dress and 
jewelry she was wearing.  The other was an almost quintessential example 
of the butch, biker lesbian, complete with black leather pants and jacket. 
They couldn't have been a more mismatched couple if they tried.  Anna 
asked, "I couldn't help but overhear your squabble.  Can I help?"

The petite one started, "Thank you, but this is-"

But the biker interrupted, saying, "Tell her the truth, Mandy.  You were 
flirting with that girl who came over here."

Mandy, almost yelling, said, "I was not!"  After she caught a stern look 
from Irina, she dropped her voice.  "The girl just asked for the time, and 
I just told it to her.  What am I supposed to do?  Never talk to another 
girl so you can feel okay with us?  Your jealousy is making me sick, 
Jess."

"If you weren't flirting, then what was that hair flip thing you did?"

"It's just something I do.  It's not flirting, it's just an unconscious 
habit."

Anna felt images of the two flash through her mind.  She said, "It's an 
unconscious habit you taught yourself when learning how to flirt."

"Well,... maybe."

Jess said, "Hah!"

"But that doesn't mean I want to be with her or that I don't love you."

Jess snorted and turned her head.  Mandy grew angry, but Anna preempted 
any response by saying, "Mandy, Jess doubts your love for her because she 
doubts herself.  She has trouble believing how a beautiful, cultured, rich 
woman like you could ever love poor trash like her."

"Poor trash?!  She doesn't think of herself like that!  Jess, defend 
yourself.  Tell her she's wrong."  Jess said nothing, only continuing to 
look away.  Noticing Jess's strange behavior, Mandy tentatively asked, 
"Jess?"

Jess slowly turned back to Mandy and, with a scared voice, asked, "Do you 
love me?"

"Oh my god, it's true, isn't it?  Oh, Jess, what's it going to take?"  
Jess was silent and Mandy finally said, "I know.  Come on."  And before 
Jess could protest, Mandy yanked her to her feet and towards the door.

After they were gone, Anna returned to Nicole and asked, "Now what do I 
do?"

"Nothing, you've fixed the problem.  Mandy, Amanda to her parents, is 
taking Jess to a tattoo parlor.  There she will inquire as to a local 
biker custom of getting matching tattoos so as to make an open declaration 
of a life mating."

"Why didn't they just do that before?"

"Because Mandy is Jewish and a tattoo is considered a defilement of her 
body.  If she gets that tattoo, her parents will disown her.  Which is why 
Jess won't allow it.  But the next time those two will be seen together in 
here, they'll be wearing the classic rings of declared life partners."

"But that was incredible.  After talking for just a few seconds, I knew 
all these facts about them.  I knew exactly what was wrong and exactly 
what to say."

"I told you, love.  Trust in love."  The two kissed.

They stayed there until the crowds all left, and helped Irina clean up. 
Just before they left, Nicole gave Irina a quick kiss on the lips.  "For 
luck with Katrina.  Make sure she's the next person you kiss, and it's all 
you'll need."

Irina looked at Nicole suspiciously, but said nothing as the two walked 
away.

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

THE AVATAR (PT. 13)

David was up early that morning fixing breakfast for himself and the 
professor.  The professor, somewhat worn out from his "dream" of the night 
before woke up later than he expected, but was greeted by the smell of 
frying bacon, baked biscuits and cooking gravy.  He came out of the tent 
in nothing more than shorts and a robe.  He was a little more sociable 
than the night before and he and David had some polite chit chat as they 
ate.

David noticed that professor Abbott would occasionally scratch at his 
chest, a result of the fact that Patricia's breasts were starting to grow 
in.  David could have changed him overnight, but figured that would be too 
much for the professor to handle.  A gradual change would be easier on 
him. And, admittedly, a bit more fun for David to watch.

After breakfast, David cleaned up the dishes and set everything to dry. 
Then he and professor Abbott set out on the exploration of the next sector 
of the island.  They, of course, found nothing, but this time David was 
part of the review during the second half of the day.  The professor 
pointed out some interesting features, and some points of interest which 
might give some leads as to the location of the "chamber of Love" as he 
was now referring to it.  None of his guesses were even close to being 
correct, but that was for later days to worry about.

They had a light dinner and the professor went off to bed, not even 
noticing he had skipped his evening pipe.  David used his power to clean 
everything up, then shifted into a naked Amber Cole.  "She" stepped inside 
the tent, where Patrick was just drifting off into sleep.  He was 
disturbed by Amber's entrance into the tent, and sat up on the edge of his 
cot. "Amber, is that you?"

"Who else, love?  Are you ready for tonight's lessons?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Amber sat beside him and they kissed.  As their lips touched, Patrick felt 
his lips being parted and Amber's tongue forced its way into his mouth. 
Pat knew he should probably do something back, but instead just meekly 
accepted her tongue in his mouth.  When they separated, the professor was 
naked, but he just chalked it up to part of the wonderful dream he was 
having.  Amber then said, "Time for your first lesson, Pat.  Worship my 
breasts."

Patrick leaned over, going right for her nipple, but she stopped him, 
pulling his head up a bit.  "Start at the edge, hun.  Start with small 
kisses and apply them in a spiral going around to but not touching the 
nipple.  Then do the same with the other breast."  Pat quickly obeyed and 
lavished generous small kisses on Amber's breasts.  Amber then said, "Now 
lick them.  Use your tongue on every square inch of my breasts except my 
nipples."  Patrick did as commanded.  After a while, Amber, now panting 
heavily, said, "Now.  Take my nipple into your mouth.  Suck it!"

Pat obeyed and was rewarded with a deeply felt moan from Amber.  He 
continued to suck, shortly getting Amber to thrash in orgasm.  After she 
recovered, she took his face in hand and kissed him, forcing her tongue 
back into his mouth.  She released his face and said, "Oh, you are such a 
good student.  You gave me such pleasure."

"Thank you, ma'am.  I love to worship your breasts."

Amber smiled.  "Don't you wish you had breasts like mine so you could 
experience feelings like I just did?"

"Uhm... I don't..."

Amber gave him a disappointed look.  "Don't you want to be like me?"

Patrick couldn't say no to her.  "Oh, yes.  I want to be just like you."

Amber kissed Patrick.  When they separated, Pat had a pair of breasts just 
like Amber's.  He said nothing, figuring it was just part of the dream. 
"Now I want to fuck you.  On your back, babe."

Pat quickly got on his back and spread his legs in anticipation.  He found 
he was actually looking forward to getting his ass reamed by Amber.  Amber 
got on her knees between his legs and pressed her dick into his ass.  She 
then pumped in and out of him until they exploded together in orgasm.  She 
then leaned over and kissed him, using her power to push him into sleep.

David shifted back into his base form.  As he left, he exercised a bit of 
power and shrunk Patricia's breasts a little.  They didn't go away 
entirely.  Professor Abbott had to get used to them.  In fact, considering 
Patrick's middle age spread, he might not even notice them tomorrow.  But 
by the time Patricia left the island "her" breasts would be larger than 
any girl's he had ever met.  But that would be a small surprise compared 
to what David had already started.

When the professor got up the next morning and came out of his tent, there 
was definite cleavage visible.  David made a quick scan of his mind and 
saw that the professor had noticed the cleavage, but had refused to 
believe it, chalking it up to a too realistic dream.  Well, tomorrow 
they'd be too big to be denied, but that was later.

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

THE AVATAR (PT. 14)

Nicole and Anna looked over the warehouse.  Early that morning, Anna had 
decided that if she was going to be priestess of Love, she needed a place 
to preach.  She told Nicole and called the bank to see how much she had to 
work with.  She was amazed when the bank told her she had almost ten 
million dollars in her account.  She asked Nicole, but the new Goddess of 
Love only smiled.

The two then went out to check out places.  After dismissing one place 
after another, the realtor, a pretty, but not beautiful, middle-aged 
woman, brought her to a warehouse in one of the poorest areas of town.  
The realtor barely made any effort, figuring that she'd turn down this 
place like all the others.  She had far more reason with this place than 
the others.  The realtor was surprised as hell when Anna and Nicole said, 
"It's perfect!"

"It's perfect?"

Anna said, "It's exactly what I'm looking for.  Wide open spaces, plenty 
of room to put up what I need."

The realtor was surprised, but quickly said, "Yes, I'm sure we can arrange 
a deal with the owner."

"What are they asking?"

She checked her paperwork.  "Looks like $350,000.  To be honest, 
considering the run down state of the building and the neighborhood, 
that's about 150 percent of what it's worth."

"Doesn't matter.  Pay the asking price."

"Are you sure?  I'm sure I can get them down to half what they're asking."

"Which, by your own words, means 75 percent of what it's worth.  No, I can 
afford it.  Pay the asking price."

"Alright, I'll have papers drawn-"

Suddenly they were interrupted by a raspy voice saying, "Get out of my 
house!"  They looked over and saw a decrepit looking man dressed in 
tattered rags stumbling over.  "Get out of my house!" he said once more.

The realtor said, "I'm sorry.  Occasionally the homeless move into these 
abandoned building and think they've got squatters' rights."

Nicole said, "I'll handle it."

The realtor was about to protest, but Anna said, "Don't worry.  She can 
handle it."

Nicole walked up to the man, prepared to use her power to calm him down, 
when the man reached into his pants, pulled out his dick and surprised 
everyone by peeing all over Nicole!  He then yelled again, "Get out of my 
house!" and shambled back to the corner where he had been sleeping.

Nicole and Anna just stood there stunned as the realtor apologized 
profusely.  "I'm so sorry.  I'll call the police and have them come pick 
him up right away."

Nicole said, "No.  We can handle that.  We just want to make sure this 
deal is wrapped up as quickly as possible."

"Alright, if you insist.  I'll go back to the office and get the paperwork 
wrapped up, and the place will be yours by the close of business today."

After the realtor left, Anna asked, "What are you going to do about... 
him?"

"Be a little capricious."  Nicole stared over at the man, and Anna felt 
her power at work.  After a few seconds, Nicole smiled and said, "There."

"What did you do?"

"Take a look."

Anna went over and looked at the sleeping man's face.  From the first 
look, though, Anna could tell that the appellation "man" no longer 
applied.  The man's face had softened and rounded, and, even under the 
grime, was clearly visible as a woman's face.  Nicole said, "He used his 
manhood to offend me, so it seems only appropriate that he lose it."

"So what are we going to do with her?"

Nicole shrugged.  "That's up to you.  You're the high priestess.  This 
temple is your baby.  I'm just here to make sure it all goes smoothly."

Anna thought about it then asked, "Can I get a hand?"

Nicole said, "Sure, love, just think about what you need and I'll make it 
happen."

Anna bent over and shook the new woman awake.  "Time to get up and go 
work."

The homeless woman grumbled a bit until Anna shook her again.  She then 
reached into her pants, looking for a dick that was no longer there.  She 
stood up, still fumbling about in her pants, growing first scared then 
frantic and dropping her pants.  She pushed her shirt out of the way and 
saw that her dick was missing and feinted.

Anna bent over and shook her again.  "Come on, dearie.  Time to get up and 
go to work."

The woman gradually made it back to consciousness and her hand went 
immediately to her crotch.  "Oh my god, it's gone!"

"What's gone, dearie?"

"My dick."

"Why would a woman have a dick?"

"A... woman?"

"Of course.  Come here."  Nicole created a mirror on the wall while Anna 
dragged the woman to her feet.  Anna walked her over to the mirror and 
said, "See.  That's clearly the face of a woman."  The woman just stared 
at her face in the mirror, unsure of what to say.  "Now, I understand 
you've been living here, and I don't want to just throw you out on the 
street, but I really do need to have this place for a new church I want to 
set up.  So let's make a deal.  I'll let you stay here, free of charge, 
but in return you have to be the building's caretaker.  Keep it clean, 
keep the riffraff out, that sort of thing."  The woman was so stunned she 
just nodded.  "So what's your name, hun?"

"My name...?  Sydney."

"Okay, Sydney.  If you're going to be my caretaker, the first thing we 
need to do is get you cleaned up."  Suddenly one corner of the warehouse 
was filled with a small cubicle which both Anna and Nicole knew had a 
fully stocked shower inside it.  Anna brought Sydney inside it and 
undressed her. Sydney was so stunned, she just went along with Anna, never 
questioning the existence of a shower room she had never seen before.  
Anna got Sydney out of her clothes and noticed that the new woman had a 
fairly nice body. Nothing spectacular, but still a nice form.  She had all 
her old height, but as a man she was on the small side, so, now, she was 
just on the tall side of average.  She had a full D cup and a trim waist.  
Her hips were wide, what was sometimes called "birthing hips".  When Anna 
thought that, Nicole confirmed that the new woman was fully capable of 
birthing a child. Anna smirked.  If the woman felt strange now, wait till 
she experienced her first period.

Anna finished getting her undressed, then shoved her into the shower. 
Turning the water on as hot as she could stand, Anna pulled the rod to 
activate the shower, eliciting a very feminine shriek from Sydney.  After 
a few seconds, Sydney's body grew used to the hot temperature and she 
started to scrub her body clean of the layers of grime that had collected 
over the years.  After she started getting clean, Anna started feeling hot 
for her. Nicole had certainly done a great job on Sydney's new shape.  She 
didn't have Nicole's fantastic form, but clean, she'd definitely never 
hurt for companionship, whichever sex she wanted to be with.

"She will want both," Nicole explained.  "Mentally, she still has all her 
old drives, but her new body will respond as a normal heterosexual female. 
She won't understand why she desires men, but she will nonetheless."

"This presents some possibilities," Anna thought back.  "Mind if I give 
her a shot?"

"Not at all."

Anna quickly shed her clothes and stepped into the shower.  Sydney asked, 
"What are you doing?"

Anna picked up the bottle of shampoo.  "Just helping you get clean."  Anna 
poured a bit of shampoo into her hand and started scrubbing Sydney's hair. 
She rinsed her out, then repeated the process, but this time, before she 
rinsed Sydney out, Anna moved her hands down to the woman's breasts.

Sydney moaned and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Do you mind?  Just tell me you mind and I'll stop."

Sydney just moaned.  Anna rubbed Sydney's breasts as sensually as 
possible, then snaked one hand down to her cunt, slipping a couple fingers 
in and giving Sydney her first taste of sex as a woman.  Sydney moaned 
once more and pumped her hips against Anna's hand.  It was a decidedly 
male reaction, but Sydney would learn.  Anna continued to love Sydney 
until the new woman orgasmed under her touch.

After Sydney came down, Anna said, "Now it's your turn to service me." 
Anna turned Sydney around and pressed her to her knees.  Anna then took 
Sydney's head in hand and pressed it to her crotch.  She felt Sydney's 
tongue slide into the mouth of her cunt and wiggle around.  Sydney's 
technique was crude and unknowledgeable, but most men's were (at least 
from what Anna heard from her hetero girl friends), but it wasn't totally 
without promise.  But it did take quite a while before Anna finally 
orgasmed into Sydney's mouth.

They stepped out of the shower together.  Anna took a towel, dried herself 
off, then dried Sydney off.  She then picked up her clothes and began to 
put them on.  While she was dressing, Sydney reached for her old clothes. 
"No," Anna commanded.  "We're going to burn those.  If there's anything in 
the way of personal effects in the pockets, you may get them, but the 
clothes them self will be destroyed."

Sydney meekly said, "Yes, ma'am," and left the clothes where they were. 
They went out into the main area where Nicole was waiting.  Anna picked up 
a pair of panties and a bra and handed them to Sydney.

Sydney slid the panties on, but just stared at the bra.  Anna asked, 
"What's wrong, hun?"

"I...  I don't know how to put one of these on."

Playing along with Nicole's game, Anna asked, "It's been that long?  How 
long have you been out on the streets?"

"Three years.  But it's not that I've forgotten.  I've never worn a bra. 
Before today, I was a man."

"A man?"

"I know it sounds crazy, but it's true."

"I believe you.  I'm starting a new church worshiping Love and I've seen 
stranger.  Love has blessed you with femininity.  Cherish it."

"Blessed?!  This is a curse!"

Anna snorted.  With an indignant tone, she said, "Womanhood?  A curse? 
Thank you very much."

"No.  You don't understand.  It's not being a woman that's a curse.  That 
was just... shocking.  But now... my family would never know me."

Anna was shocked.  "Family?"

Sydney was nearly in tears.  "I abandoned them almost a year ago when I 
couldn't provide for them.  I figured they'd be better off without me.  I 
always figured that someday I'd be back for them.  This must be my 
punishment for taking so long."  Sydney buried her face in her hands and 
dissolved in tears.

Anna wrapped her arms around the transformee and looked to Nicole.  
"Change her back," she thought to the Goddess of Love.

Nicole shook her head and thought back, "The punishment stands, love.  But 
get him to pray to Love and I will reunite him with his family."

Anna kissed Sydney's cheek.  "Do you truly love your family?" she asked.

"Of course I do."

"Do you realize that abandoning them was wrong?"

"Yes."

"Then kneel down and pray with me."  The two knelt and Anna said, "Repeat 
after me."  Then she started her prayer with Sydney repeating.  "Love.  I 
understand you have made me a woman to teach me the wrong of my past 
misdeeds.  I accept this punishment and will learn to rejoice in my new 
femininity.  I seek only a boon in that you rejoin me with my family and 
allow me to be a proper wife and mother."

Sydney had to almost choke out "rejoice in my new femininity" and "be a 
proper wife and mother", but as soon as she did, she felt a sudden 
serenity overcome her and somehow knew things would be okay.

Across town, Leslie Stewart, wife to Sydney Stewart, sat on a toilet in a 
homeless shelter.  She would soon have to get out of the shelter, taking 
her 4 year old child with her.  Despite Sydney's having abandoned her, she 
still loved him and worried about him.

While she was sitting there, her attention was suddenly drawn to her 
crotch.  She watched in fascination as her clitoris elongated into a full 
fledged penis, complete with testicles hanging into the bowl.  She was 
wondering what had happened when her entire memory of what had happened in 
her life changed.

She remembered being born Les James, a boy, but at the age of 10, "he" had 
started developing secondary female characteristics.  The doctors had 
diagnosed him with a hormonal disorder, but his parents had been unable to 
afford any treatments.  So over the next few months, Les learned to be 
Leslie, dressing, acting, and responding as though he had been born a 
woman.

The worst part had been that "her" dick was still functional and he still 
had all the normal sexual drives of any man.  So Leslie became a non-
practicing lesbian, afraid to approach a woman for fear of discovery of 
what was in his panties.  Then he had met Sydney, a bisexual girl who had 
gotten him into bed and loved Leslie for his combination body.  They were 
married a year later, then two years after that, Sydney had given birth to 
little Timothy, and all seemed right with the world.

Then a year later, everything collapsed.  Sydney and Leslie both lost 
their jobs and were thrown out on the street.  Then two years later 
Sydney, thinking she was a failure as a mother, had left them.  Leslie now 
being forced to be a single "mother" to their son.

But suddenly, somehow, Leslie was suffused with a knowledge of exactly 
where Sydney was.  He stood up, pulled up his panties, and strode out and 
got Timmy.  He was determined to get his wife back no matter what it took.

A half hour later, Sydney was sweeping the floor, dressed in nothing but 
bra, panties, and a simple white frock which clung to her curves as 
sensually as anything she had ever seen Leslie in.  Anna and Nicole were 
off with the bank arranging payment for the building.  Sydney heard a 
familiar voice say, "Sydney, is that you?"

Sydney turned.  "Leslie?"

Leslie ran over and took his wife in his arms and kissed her.  Sydney, who 
still thought of Leslie as his wife, was a bit surprised at Leslie's 
savage kiss, but couldn't say "she" didn't like it.  She liked it even 
more when Leslie swept her up into his arms and carried her over to the 
mattress she had been sleeping on.  Sydney was shocked as hell when Leslie 
dropped her pants and showed her his dick, but five minutes later didn't 
care.

Timmy looked around and started playing with some of the refuse.  Over the 
last year, poppa had objected many times to his doing this, but he had 
learned to sneak around.  He had to play with something.  Besides, 
whenever poppa and momma had their special "naked time" they were always 
preoccupied for an hour or more.

An hour later, he saw a pretty adult walk in.  Leslie raised his head and 
said, "Excuse me, I was-"

Then Sydney moaned, "Oh, Les," and pulled him back down on top of her.

Anna just smiled and said, "Carry on."

A half hour later Les sat up and said, "I'm Leslie. Sydney's husb-  wife." 
Sydney sat up and wrapped her arms around Leslie.

Anna said, "Relax, hun.  I saw what you're packing between your legs, and 
your secret's safe with me."

"Thanks."

"So Sydney's our new caretaker.  Can you do anything for me?"

"I could do odd jobs.  Repair the plumbing, fix stuff, that kind of 
thing."

"General maintenance.  Sounds good.  Welcome to the church of Love."

Sydney said, "Speaking of Love," and pulled her "husband" (amazed at how 
easily she thought of Leslie like that) back onto her.

Anna took Timmy off to one side and played with him as their parents 
reacquainted themselves with each other.

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

THE AVATAR (PT. 15)

David was up early preparing breakfast when he felt professor Abbott 
stirring in his tent.  After a few seconds he felt a wave of shock, and 
heard, "Holy-"

"Professor Abbott?  Is something wrong?"

"Uhm...  No.  Just... saw a spider bigger than any I've ever seen before."

David smiled.  "Oh, okay."  He extended his senses into the tent.  He saw 
the professor staring at his now well-developed chest.  He was up to a C 
cup and would continue to grow at a rate of one cup a day for the next 
week.  But right now, the professor was just holding his breasts in 
wonder. Every so once in a while, Patrick would look out to David with a 
worried look on his face.  David decided to speed him along and called 
out, "Your breakfast's getting cold, professor Abbott."

"Uhm...  Just a minute."  The professor grabbed a robe and pulled it on. 
He walked out, hunched over, with his arms across his breasts.  David was 
sure that the professor felt that he was hiding his breasts, but what he 
had done had the exact opposite effect.  With the robe closed like it was, 
his cleavage was exposed.  Hunched over, he tilted that cleavage towards 
the world.  And with his arms where they were, they framed his cleavage 
neatly.  All in all it was a very sexy effect.

But David said nothing as the professor sat down and ate his breakfast in 
silence.  After breakfast, the professor said, "David, I've been thinking. 
I think you're ready for a little more responsibility.  I want you to 
search the next sector alone."

"You're testing me, right?  The rules clearly say 'In a locale where 
medical aid is not readily available, solo exploration is strictly 
prohibited, and may result in loss of degree status or faculty position.'"

"Oh, yes, well..."

"Aren't you feeling well?  Maybe we should call in for an emergency lift. 
No sense risking our health."

"No.  That won't be necessary.  I guess I wasn't feeling like trudging 
through the jungle today.  Tell you what, instead of exploring today, 
we'll separate today's sector into the other days and take a break today."

"Well, if you say so."

"Why don't you go take a sun break on the beach.  I'm feeling a little 
tired, and I'm going to get some more sleep."

"Okay."

After the professor went back into his tent, David shifted into his Amber 
Cole form and followed him into the tent.  He saw the professor standing 
right in the middle of the tent, back to the entrance, with his robe 
opened and his hands, apparently on his breasts.  Amber asked, "Something 
wrong, lover?"

The professor turned around, his breasts flopping freely.  "Oh my god, 
this isn't a dream, is it?"

"Of course not, dearie.  I'm real.  You're real."

"These are real!" he said, lifting his breasts.

"Yes, they are.  Aren't they wonderful?"

"Why are you doing this to me?  Who are you?"

"Dearie, what makes you think I'm not who I appear to be?"

"You... did this to me."

"And who do you think I am?"

Patrick stared at her a bit before saying, "You're Aphrodite."  He went to 
his knees before her.  "Oh, great goddess, have I done something to offend 
you?  Please tell me so I can make amends."

David gave him a small smile.  "No, dearie, you have done nothing to 
offend.  Although I'm not sure I want you finding my temple quite yet."

"But..."  Patrick lifted his breasts.  "Why these?"

"Isn't that why you came to me in the first place?  Because you wanted 
doctor Cole to be attracted to you?"

He stared down at his breasts.  "But..."

"Didn't you know?  Amber Cole is a lesbian.  And a rather dominant one, at 
that."

"So you're turning me into a girl?!  Couldn't you just make her like me as 
I am?"

"That's hardly fair to her, dearie.  Don't worry.  By the time we get 
through with you, doctor Cole won't be able to keep her hands off of you."

Almost frantic, he said, "What about my...?" and grabbed his crotch.

"Actually you get to keep that.  Doctor Cole doesn't much like the feeling 
of penetration, but she loves using her dildo on others.  When she's with 
another woman, she let's them dildo her if they ask, but she doesn't 
really enjoy it.  But with your training you'll be able to take her 
largest dildo and enjoy it far more than sticking your thing into anyone 
else."

"But why let me keep it if I'm never going to use it again?"

"I didn't say you wouldn't ever use it again.  I just said you'd find 
getting fucked to be more enjoyable."

"But... what about David?  I don't think I can hide these much longer."

"Oh, he's already noticed them.  He thinks Patricia Abbott is one of the 
prettiest teachers on staff."

"WHAT?!"

"You couldn't very well become a girl and still be known as Patrick, could 
you?  When you get back, you will find that everyone except for you and 
Amber will remember you only as Patricia."

The professor seemed near to tears.  "I'm not sure you can handle this."

David reached out and stroked his head.  "Of course you can.  But if it'll 
make it easier, I'll make you a deal.  One week after you get back, all 
you have to do is ask, and I'll restore you to your old life."

"You will?"

"If you wish, but understand, if you go back, you go all the way back.  
You can't pick parts of what I've given to keep.  Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good.  Now it's time for your next lesson.  One of Amber's favorite past 
times is having her girlfriend suck her strap-on like it was a real dick. 
So you need to swallow my cock."

"What about David?"

"Do you want to suck David's cock?"  Seeing his shocked look, David 
laughed.  "Relax, hun.  I'm just teasing.  You'd better get used to that. 
Amber Cole likes to tease her lovers a bit."

"Uh, okay.  But what if David comes back?"

"Hun, I guarantee that for the duration of our time together you will have 
no risk of seeing David."

"Okay."  The professor crawled over and took the goddess's dick in hand 
and tentatively licked at it.  "It tastes like rubber."

"It tastes like Amber's dildo will taste when you take it into your mouth. 
It may respond like the real thing, but you also need to face what you 
will be experiencing with your new lover.  You're not here just for my 
gratification."

"You're... pleased by fucking me?"

"Of course, dearie.  Just because I'm a goddess doesn't mean I'm inhuman. 
Now, on with the lesson.  Amber would not be this patient with you.  Now 
suck!"

Patrick almost reflexively leaped forward, sucking "Amber's" dick deep 
into his mouth.  He was surprised when the dick slid right down his throat 
with no response from the famed "gag reflex" he had always heard about.  
The dick filled his mouth more than anything he had ever had in it before.  
The plastic taste was a little strange, but also tasty.  He found himself 
moving up and down on Amber's dick, actually wishing it were bigger, so he 
could get even more inside of him.  He took her buttocks in hand and 
pulled her deeply into him, burying his nose in her abdomen.  He swallowed 
a bit, massaging her dick with his throat, then returned to bobbing up and 
down on her.  Soon, he was rewarded with a mouthful of delicious, salty 
fluid.

As Amber pulled out of him, he let the semen sit on his tongue, savoring 
its taste.  Then he tilted his head back and let the semen dribble down 
his throat a little at a time.  He heard Amber say, "Very sensual."

"Thank you.  But if the real Amber doesn't have a dick, she won't be 
cumming in my mouth."

"But she has a very realistic dildo which she fills with various edible 
substances, and at the moment of ecstasy, she squeezes it into her lover's 
mouth, simulating ejaculation.  Now, on your hands and knees."

Patricia quickly got on his hands and knees, still surprised that he would 
so want to experience the sensation of getting fucked.  But his dick grew 
almost instantly hard when he felt Amber place her dick against his ass. 
She grabbed his hips and pulled him back onto her with a shriek of 
pleasure.  Patricia moaned as the goddess pumped in and out of him.  Amber 
told him, "Play with your breasts.  Fondle yourself."

Patricia looked down at his breasts.  He hadn't touched them much so far. 
Hell, he was scared of those big globes hanging from his chest.  But 
Amber...  Aphrodite had promised him that by going through all this, the 
real Amber would feel for him what he felt for her.  He couldn't remember 
all the nights he lay in bed, stroking himself senseless thinking of sex 
with doctor Cole.  Admittedly, he had never fantasized about this, but if 
having tits and getting fucked was the price of being with Amber, then it 
was a price he'd pay.

He reached up, took his breasts in hand and started fondling, being 
rewarded almost instantly with a surge of pleasure.  This was what he had 
been fighting since waking this morning?  How could he have been so 
stupid? The pleasure was phenomenal!  Almost as good as the feeling of the 
stiff rod shafting in and out of his ass.  And the two feelings together 
was a sensation of pleasure he could barely stand.  He straightened up a 
bit and slammed back against the invader in his ass.  It was only a little 
while longer before he felt a warmth in his ass that pushed him over into 
his own orgasm and caused him to spew onto the floor of the tent.  The 
orgasm was so intense that he almost collapsed as he fell forward, sliding 
off Aphrodite's dick.

He felt Aphrodite rub his ass and say, "I made some changes to your 
wardrobe.  Wear the simple, heavy duty stuff on days where you're trudging 
through the jungle.  But on days where you're just sitting around, like 
today, wear the lacier stuff."

He looked up and Aphrodite was gone.  After a little while, he managed to 
stagger to his feet and get over to his cot.  He popped open his foot 
locker and instantly saw what had changed.  His underwear, which had 
previously just been rolled up and tucked into one corner of the foot 
locker, was now neatly folded and lay on top of the rest of his clothes. 
And instead of his normal cotton briefs, there were now many pairs of 
panties.  Most of them were like his old briefs and made of heavy duty 
cotton, but there were a few lacy, frilly pairs that were definitely 
designed more for beauty than functionality.  Beneath those his T-shirts 
were gone, replaced by bras.  Like the panties, most were simple cotton 
designed for function, but there were a few that were just astoundingly 
beautiful.

He briefly wondered about wearing lingerie, but then shrugged.  If he was 
going to be a girl and going to have breasts, he might as well get used to 
wearing the clothes.  He took a pair of the laciest panties he had and 
slid them up his legs.  The sensation was exquisite.  They were so smooth 
and silky.  The sensation alone was almost enough to give him a hard-on.  
He then took a lacy bra that matched his panties and strapped it on.  He 
expected to have trouble clasping the hooks behind his back, but did it 
easily, as though he had been doing it all his life.  He gave a silent 
prayer to Aphrodite in thanks as he got out some clothes to wear.  It 
seemed a shame to cover his pretty lingerie, but it wouldn't do for his 
standing at the school to go parading around in his delicates.  After he 
got dressed he decided to give David a little treat and unbuttoned the top 
of his shirt, exposing his cleavage.  A little harmless exhibitionism 
wouldn't hurt his reputation.

He went out into camp and started to make lunch.  David had been such a 
good student so far, and he really had dumped the lion's share of the work 
on the poor boy's shoulders.

When David returned from the beach, Patricia had lunch waiting.  And all 
through lunch, he noticed the grad student constantly eying his cleavage. 
The professor smiled.  Too bad for the boy that professor Patricia Abbott 
was a devout lesbian.

David smiled inwardly.  If the professor only knew.

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

THE AVATAR (PT. 16)

Terry sat in the office of Slovan something or other.  She didn't much 
care what his name was.  He was the leader of one of those third world 
countries which were engaged in what was referred to, amongst polite 
company, as "ethnic cleansing".  Amongst those who didn't care much for 
colloquialisms, it was genocide, plain and simple.  His religion hated the 
other predominant religion in the country, and, with Slovan as their 
military leader, was engaged in a plan to purge the "heretics" from the 
country. And, unluckily for the victims, the country was far enough away 
from the major world powers that nobody was going to stop him.

The ironic thing was, Slovan wasn't really a religious man.  He was a 
great general, but didn't really care much for the religious bigots who 
told him what to do.  Not that he cared who gave him his orders.  As long 
as he got to kill people he was happy.  The one thing that could end it 
all would be if his people found out about his... personal preferences.  
Slovan not only preferred men as sexual partners, but preferred being on 
the receiving end of sex.  Just preferring men was enough to get him 
executed by the priests. If they found out that he was always in the 
"woman's position", he'd be executed in the most horrible, painful way the 
priests could find.

Although Slovan had learned to be very careful about his private leisure 
time, he had a problem.  His lack of children.  In a country where nine 
out of every ten children still died of various infant mortality problems, 
and your average 20 year old was working on the birth of their fourth 
child, a single 25 year old man with no children begged questions.  Only 
his intense military career had saved him, so far.  Being the youngest 
general in the history of the country allowed people to assume he had just 
been so ambitious that he hadn't spent enough time with his wives (Slovan 
was married to three women, he just didn't spend any time with them) or 
concubines to produce issue.  But now that he was a general, people would 
expect him to have a child any time now.

But Slovan didn't see a solution.  He could barely stand sticking his dick 
into a dry ass.  Just the thought of sticking his dick into one of those 
messy vulvas, all sticky and wet, made him ill.  But if he didn't do 
something soon, he'd be sure to be found out.

He was just contemplating mangling his genitals and claiming it as a war 
injury when Terry manifested in front of him.  He pulled a gun out and 
asked, "Who are you?"

Terry concentrated on the gun and turned it into a snake.  Slovan didn't 
even flinch and crushed the snake with his bare hand.  She said, "I am 
your salvation.  I know of your problems with loving men and having no 
children, and I'm here to help."

"Feh.  Even if I could bed you, my people would never accept a half-breed 
foreign child."

Terry laughed.  "I am not here to produce a child.  I am here to accept 
your worship and help you impregnate a woman."

"I worship no one.  Much less a woman!"

"After seeing what I did with your gun, you risk much by insulting me."

"A magician's trick.  No more."

Terry smiled.  Suddenly both of them were outside the chambers in his 
house where his wives lived.  "Was that a trick?"

He looked around.  "Even if I grant this isn't some trick, hypnosis, 
hallucination, what do you want with me?"

"Simple.  I will give you children without you having to stick your dick 
in a woman.  I will also give you strength and power.  All I want from you 
is for you to take over the world."

"My people can barely handle the heretics.  How can you expect us to take 
over the world?"

"Leave that to me.  But if I can do all that we say, will you worship me 
and do as I ask?"

Slovan thought about it.  "Alright, if you can do as you say, I will 
follow you."

"Think of a man.  He should be someone you desire but have yet to bed.  He 
also shouldn't be too well known in your service."

Slovan thought of a sergeant he had seen a few times and suddenly he was 
there.  He started to say something but froze in place.  Slovan asked, 
"What did you do to him?"

"Nothing, yet.  Come along."  Terry opened the door and walked into the 
women's quarters with the sergeant following robotically behind.

As soon as Slovan walked in behind, Dalla, his first wife, yelled, 
"Slovan, what are you doing here with an infidel and another man?  We had 
an agreement!"

Before she or Slovan could say a word, Terry yelled, "Silence!" and Dalla 
was struck dumb.  Her mouth moved, but no sound came out.

Slovan said, "Hah!  You make a woman fall silent.  You must be powerful."

His other two wives, Latta and Karisa, stared in fear.  Terry told the 
three women, "Listen and listen carefully.  I know full well you three are 
women lovers.  That is why the general chose you as wives.  If your 
priests found out, you would die horrible deaths.  So you entered a 
marriage where you wouldn't have to service a man to cover it.  But since 
you three have yet to produce issue, for obvious reasons, your priests 
grow suspicious. So it's time for you to get pregnant."

Karisa, the youngest at only fifteen, whined, "But we were promised to 
never have to take a man's... thing within us."

"And you won't."  Terry waved and the sergeant and the women naked. 
Karisa, not wanting to confront a penis, buried her head in Latta's arm. 
The others stoically faced the naked man.  But then they were confronted 
with a true wonder as the sergeant changed into a woman.  He grew breasts; 
his waist shrunk; his hips and butt expanded and rounded; his legs and 
arms lost their hair and thinned; and his hair grew out to his ass.  
Slovan noticed none of that, for the one thing that remained male, his 
dick, lengthened and thickened.  The sergeant, starting big, had become a 
monster and Slovan's mouth was watering thinking of that dick being 
stuffed in his ass.  "General, meet your newest wife, Midala."

Midala bowed deeply.  "I wait to service you, my husband."

Latta asked, "Will he produce children now?"

"Don't be stupid.  Of course not.  All three of you, lay down side by 
side."  The girls quickly obeyed and Terry took Slovan and stood him to 
the left side of the girls.  The newly renamed Midala stepped up behind 
him, unsnapped his pants, and pulled both pants and underwear down.  
Slovan trembled in anticipation as he felt that monstrous dickhead placed 
against his ass.  And he almost came when Midala grabbed his hips and 
yanked him back, jamming "her" dick into him.  She started pumping his 
ass, and after just a few seconds, he came, his seed spilling out and onto 
Dalla's stomach.  He watched in rapt fascination as the globules of white 
love sunk down into her belly, passing through her skin and into her womb.  
But Midala didn't stop.  She continued to pump his ass until he had two 
more orgasms, each one depositing his seed on another of his wives.

As the seed from the third orgasm sunk into Karisa, Midala trembled and 
exploded in orgasm.  Slovan felt semen fill his ass and run down his legs. 
Midala let loose of his hips and he sunk down to his hands and knees.  He 
knew he shouldn't be showing such weakness in front of women, but he 
couldn't help it.  He heard his new goddess say, "There you go.  Pregnancy 
without any messy intercourse.  Dalla, since you are first wife I have 
accelerated your pregnancy by a couple months.  You will give birth in 
seven months.  Latta and Karisa will take the standard nine months."

Karisa whined, "Why did we all have to get pregnant?"

Dalla, her voice returned, said, "Be strong, child.  Three pregnancies at 
once will not only put off those stupid priests' questions, it will be 
seen as favor of god upon our husband.  They won't dare challenge him."

Terry said, "Now all I need is for Slovan to openly declare his worship of 
me."

Slovan sat back and prostrated himself before Terry.  "Great goddess, you 
have proven your power in many ways to me.  I gladly accept your dominance 
and give my life to you and your desires."

Terry leaned over and kissed him.  When she drew back, he had a pair of D 
cup breasts hanging from his chest.  He looked down, seeing his shirt 
wrapped around his new additions.  He expected to be upset at having tits, 
women's organs, on his body, but his goddess had given them to him.  And 
if his goddess would deign to make him more like her, he would wear them 
with pride.

He started to rise, but Terry said, "Stay there."  She then turned to 
Dalla and said, "I couldn't help but notice your fascination as your 
husband was fucked by Midala."

Dalla licked her lips.  "Seeing the big, strong, macho general getting 
fucked in the ass like a whore by a... well, a very womanly man, or 
whatever Midala is.  I almost came just watching.  But speaking of Midala, 
what do we do with her?"

"Whatever you'd like.  Midala is utterly submissive to all three of her 
greater wives.  She will obey you first, Latta second, and Karisa third, 
but she will obey all of you.  I also included some extras with her body. 
Any man, except a true believer will desire to fuck her.  And any who fuck 
her will become addicted to sex with her, and will willingly suffer 
anything or commit any crime, or any perversity, just to have another 
chance at her.  An ability I'm sure you can make use of."

"What of the general's new... extras?  We can't exactly hide those."

"You don't have to.  Only a follower of our new faith can see them, and to 
them, they serve as the mark of my favor."

"OUR new faith?"

Terry smiled.  "The general will serve as my fiery messenger of doom, but 
it is YOU who I have chosen to lead my faith.  Your intelligence will 
allow you to bring many to my cause, whether willingly or by corrupting 
them. And your hate will serve me well,... my new high priestess."

"And what do I get out of this?"

"Power.  You'll have certain abilities as my high priestess, but on top of 
that, you'll have the power of command over all your fellow worshipers."

"Does that include..."  She nodded her head at Slovan.

"Of course.  But, in public, you must maintain the charade of being the 
obedient, dutiful wife.  At least until we grow powerful enough so we 
don't have to care."

Dalla licked her lips in anticipation of the power Terry promised.  "But, 
if you wanted me as your high priestess, why strike me dumb?"

Terry took Dalla's chin in hand and held it firmly.  "It was a lesson.  To 
all my worshipers, you shall be the undisputed power.  The voice to which 
there is no dissension, and accepts only obedience.  But to me, you must 
always remain dutiful and submissive.  Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And do you accept?"

"Yes!"

Terry reached down and plunged her hand into Dalla's cunt.  Dalla felt a 
painful electric bolt shoot through her, and she nearly collapsed.  But 
when the pain subsided she was filled with a cold intensity.  She hated 
the world for the way it had punished her for just being her.  Now it was 
time to make the world pay.

Terry turned to the other two women.  "Do you two wish to be priestesses 
in my church, and share in my power?"

Latta stared at her other wife and asked, "Dalla?"

Dalla grinned evilly.  "Do it."

Both girls looked to each other then back to Terry and nodded.  Terry 
stepped over and plunged her hands into the two girls' cunts.  They felt 
the same shock and at first thought Dalla had betrayed them.  But then 
they were suffused with Terry's hate and were bonded to her cause.  Terry, 
finished for the time being, faded out.

Karisa, with an evil glint in her eye that never should've been present in 
one so young, walked over to her husband.  "Slovan, you realize I am a 
priestess to your goddess, and thus command your very life?

"Of course, my lady."

"Midala, come here."  Midala dutifully pranced over to the teen.  Showing 
none of the fear she had evidenced earlier, Karisa took Midala's dick in 
hand.  "Slovan, you loved the feel of this dick inside you, didn't you?"

"Oh, yeess."

"Then show your love for it.  Kiss it, and suck it like a cheap hooker 
until the lovely Midala gifts you with her seed."

Slovan almost lurched forward and sucked Midala's massive dick into his 
mouth.  He bobbed his head up and down on her for almost twenty minutes 
until she finally spewed a load of semen into his mouth.  Slovan swallowed 
as much as he could, but some still dribbled out the side.

Latta came over and said, "Very good, but I think he liked that a bit too 
much.  Slovan, remove your shirt and lay on your back."  Slovan quickly 
removed his shirt, exposing his new breasts to the world, and lay back. 
"Now, Midala, sit on his face with your ass to his mouth and your huge... 
clitty between his breasts."  After Midala did as ordered, Latta 
continued, "Now," then with a sneer, "my husband, tongue Midala's ass, 
while she fucks your tits."  Slovan hesitated for a second, clearly not 
wanting to obey, but then he stuck his tongue right into his fourth wife's 
ass.  The chosen of his goddess commanded.  He must obey.  He used his 
tongue like a little cock, fucking Midala's little hole, while she pumped 
her huge clit between his womanly attributes.  It took almost a half hour, 
but Midala finally came, spraying all over his stomach.

Dalla then said, "Very good, my lesser compatriots, but I know what will 
really degrade him.  Slovan, the great lady gave you a command.  What was 
it?"

"Take over the world."

"And have you done that?"

"Not yet, ma'am."

"Then you need to be punished."  Dalla straddled his face, shoving her 
cunt into his nose.  "Lick me out!"  Slovan's entire body cringed.  He did 
NOT want to do this.  But he had no choice.  The first chosen of his lady 
commanded.  Only the commands of the goddess would take greater power.  He 
gave a silent prayer to Terry, hoping she would intervene and stop this, 
but when he got no response, he made his tongue enter Dalla's... 
disgusting place, and licked her to orgasm.  Luckily, Dalla was extremely 
hot and bothered from watching all the previous games, and in only a few 
minutes, Dalla was screaming in orgasm.

Dalla got off of him and he sprinted to the bathroom, barely making it to 
the toilet before losing his lunch.  Dalla waited for him to exit the 
bathroom.  Then she asked, "Did you hate that?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good.  And you will find it despicable every time you do it.  And you 
will do it once a day until you take over the world.  Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now get dressed and go."

Slovan quickly got dressed, and ran from the room.  Dalla smiled.  She 
loved the way his tits bounced under his shirt.  She turned back to her 
other wives, who were already on the bed playing with each other.  As she 
joined them, Dalla considered what she'd be doing with Slovan tomorrow. 
Maybe push-up bras.

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

THE AVATAR (PT. 17)

Anna and Nicole watched the workers finish up the main prayer room.  
Leslie had managed to get quite a bit of work done in just the one day.  
She had gotten some other homeless men and they had worked all day turning 
the warehouse into a more suitable place of worship.  The front half of 
the building was now an open area with pews, a raised dais, and a wall 
separating it from the rear half of the building.  Mounted on the wall, 
right above the dais, was a strange symbol.  It had two circles, side by 
side, with a smaller oval mounted between and below the circles, inter-
linking them.  In each symbol were intricate little etchings and sigils.  
When people asked what it was, Anna had just said that it was the new sign 
of her faith.  When Anna asked Nicole what it was, Nicole said it was an 
ancient symbol representing the force of Love.  Nicole also explained that 
the classic heart was a bastardized version of this symbol.

The rear half of the building had been separated into various smaller 
rooms that would be used as living quarters, counseling room, or whatever 
else was necessary.  One room in back had been set aside for Nicole and 
Anna, and another for Leslie, Sydney, and their child.  There were many 
other rooms, of course, but so far were unclaimed.

While Anna was helping with the cleaning, she saw a man walk in from 
outside.  He was staring up at the symbol, which was not unusual.  Nicole 
had explained that the symbol was part of "racial memory", and everyone 
would recognize it, if only on a subconscious level.  What was unusual was 
the man's appearance.  In a sector of the city where the most expensive 
clothes to be seen were those that had only been worn once before, this 
man was dressed in a tailored suit of very expensive design.  He also had 
a perfectly cut hairstyle and manicure.  He was clearly a wealthy 
businessman.  The only question was what was he doing here.

"Excuse me," Anna called out to him.  "Can I help you?"

"Yes, I'm looking for an Anna Leighton."

"That'd be me."

"Miss Leighton, I am Carl Witherspoon, the third.  According to my 
sources, you have recently purchased this building?"

"I have."

"May we go somewhere to talk?"

"Certainly.  We can use one of the rooms in back.  Follow me."  Anna led 
him in back to one of the unclaimed rooms.  Inside was a folding table and 
a couple of simple, metal chairs.  Anna waved at one while sitting in the 
other.  After Carl took the other, Anna asked him, "Now what can I do for 
you?"

"Miss Leighton, it's what I can do for you.  I am prepared to purchase 
this building from you for what you paid plus a hefty profit."

"I'm sorry, mister Witherspoon, but the building isn't for sale.  I'm 
afraid its location, size, and general construction make it perfect for my 
plans."

"But its location makes it necessary for me.  I intend to renovate this 
entire section of town.  Now you don't want to stand in the way of the 
general well-being of your neighbors, do you?"

Anna's telepathic abilities kicked in and images of what Carl Witherspoon, 
III, had planned flashed into her mind.  "Mister Witherspoon, it is in the 
best interests of my neighbors that I absolutely do not sell to you.  You 
don't intend to renovate the neighborhood; you intend to buy up all the 
local property, level it, then put up a rather large mall in its place."

"Now why would I want to put up a mall in this section of town?"

"Because an informant of yours in the city planning committee has let you 
in on the fact that the city intends to build a super-highway through this 
neighborhood in a few years.  A highway that will run right out front of 
this building.  Without this property, which you intend to turn into a 
parking lot, you might as well forget everything.  Your plans will result 
in almost a hundred people being made homeless and almost three times that 
many being moved into slums worse than the rat traps their already in.  As 
for doing what's best for my fellow landowners, most are slumlords who 
haven't even seen their properties, letting managerial firms instead 
collect the rent.  Many don't even live in this city.  So, no, mister 
Witherspoon, I think I'll stay right where I am."

Carl got an evil glint to his eyes.  "I don't know how you learned so much 
about my plans, miss Leighton, but I will do you the favor of being blunt. 
The last owner of this building was a hated business rival who wouldn't 
sell just to spite me.  He managed to block all my attempts to gain 
control of this building through other means, because his resources were 
almost as great as my own.  But you have no such resources.  You may be 
very rich, but you don't even have a single lawyer on retainer.  I can 
make your life very miserable, and will until I get this property."

Anna sighed and got up.  "Mister Witherspoon, I am a woman of faith.  I 
suggest you leave me and my church alone or my goddess will punish you. 
Good day, mister Witherspoon."

Carl got up.  "Miss Leighton, I am a man of business.  I am not impressed 
by threats of gods or goddesses that I do not believe in to begin with. 
Good day, miss Leighton.  This is not over with."

Carl stormed out of the "office", then out of the church.  Anna went out 
and asked Nicole, "Is he really going to try something?"

"Undoubtedly."

"So what are you going to do?"

"If he does nothing, nothing.  But if he tries something, I'm going to 
engage in a little ironic justice."

Nicole used her powers to scan the minds of the people in the slums that 
Carl owned, and then she found the perfect person.  Perfect in more ways 
than one.  Her name was Mildred Pierce, a 17 year old who recently gave 
birth to a baby girl she had named Donna.  The father had refused to take 
responsibility, saying the baby wasn't his.  Then Mildred's family had 
thrown her out on the street.  Mildred, fortunately, had known enough to 
get on the public housing lists, and, once she had a permanent address, 
onto Welfare/Medicaid.  She hated to be on the public dole, but with a 
baby on the way, and now here, she hadn't had a choice.  Unlike many 
Welfare mothers, she wasn't just living off the government.  She had used 
her library card to check out the books to study for her G.E.D. so she 
could hopefully get a decent job.  Right now, she couldn't afford day care 
and was resultantly unemployed, but was hoping to find a local neighbor 
who could sit for her while she was at work.  She was perfect for Nicole's 
needs.

Nicole shifted her senses back to Carl, who was just now getting back to 
his office.  He went past his secretary, telling her to hold all calls, 
and sat at his desk.  He picked up the phone receiver and pressed the 
first number of the phone number to the city inspector's office.  He 
intended to call in a few favors and get them to inspect all those 
renovations that Anna and her crew were making at that building.  But he 
never got that chance.  Suddenly his whole world turned inside out and 
upside down.

Mildred recoiled in shock.  She had been studying her history book when 
everything went loopy.  She looked around and nothing was right.  Before 
she had been sitting in a beat-up old recliner that no longer reclined 
that she and a friend had fished out of the garbage.  Now she was sitting 
in a plush, leather-covered chair that probably cost more than everything 
she owned put together.  She was sitting in front of a rather large, 
ornate, antique desk that probably cost more than the chair, and was 
holding the receiver of a phone in her hand.  She was now in an office 
that was larger than her entire apartment.  And the worst part was, her 
baby was nowhere to be seen!

She was about to go frantically looking around, when her mind was filled 
with the knowledge of where she was.  She was in the office of Carl 
Witherspoon, III, local business tycoon, and owner of the building (if you 
could call it that) that she had recently moved into.  And somehow she 
knew that she had switched places with Carl.  Not entirely, just their 
minds had been switched.  She found it hard to believe, but looking down 
and seeing her flat chest, it was undeniable.

She briefly worried.  Without breasts, how was she going to feed Donna? 
Then Mildred realized that Carl was now in her body, which was still with 
Donna.  Mildred clenched her... his fist.  That self-centered business 
jerk better take good care of her baby as long as they were in each 
other's bodies, or she'd use all of his fortune to ruin the twit.  But 
thinking of her baby, she had to get back to her little angel, no matter 
whose body she was in.

Somehow she knew the name of Carl's secretary.  She pressed the intercom 
button and said, "Miss Macon, I want you to cancel all my appointments for 
the afternoon.  I've got something I need to handle."

"Sir, need I remind you that you have that 3 PM appointment with mister 
Parker, and since he's going to leave town tonight, you can't reschedule."

Images of the details of the business deal between Carl and Mr. Parker 
flashed into her head.  She knew that if Carl didn't make this meeting, 
more than a few people would be out of their jobs.  She had more than 
enough to get her through that meeting.  But with her worrying about 
Donna, what kind of business could she do?  But she had to try.

Carl recoiled.  Suddenly he was struck by how damnably hot it was.  He was 
about to reach over and adjust the thermostat on his computer, when he 
realized his computer,... hell, his entire desk, was missing.  And, damn 
it, his chair felt all wrong.  Gone was the slick feel of leather, 
replaced with the rough feeling of worn cotton.  And there was this damn 
spring poking him in his ass!  And the chair was brand new!  He reached 
down to see what it was and his hand brushed his thigh.  He looked down to 
see what had happened to his pants and was shocked to see two globes 
hanging from his chest!

He jumped up, causing a book that had been on his lap to fall to the 
ground.  He looked around.  He was in a tiny little room.  There was a 
chair that looked like someone had saved it from the trashmen.  There was 
a small stack of books beside the chair and a crib right in the middle of 
the room.  He could see a small little kitchenette of to one side, and a 
door, that he somehow knew led to a small bedroom.  Carl wondered where 
the bathroom was, and an image of a community bathroom down the hall 
flashed into his mind.  All in all, he could've fit the entire residence 
in his office and still had room left over.

He looked at himself.  The biggest thing that had changed was, of course, 
the... breasts he now had.  They were large, and Carl knew that they were 
larger than normal.  Looking over to the crib, he knew that these breasts 
were swollen with milk for the baby inside.  Thankfully, the baby was 
sleeping soundly.  Carl didn't know what he'd do if he actually had to 
breast feed a child.  Another change was that he was smaller.  Carl was a 
rather big man at 6'2", but he now guessed that he was, at most, about 
5'4".  His hair lay against his shoulder blades, and his nails were also 
longer.  His clothes were also radically different.  He was used to 
tailor-made suits and expensive fabrics.  These clothes were clearly off 
the rack, and were probably cheap cotton or cotton blends.  He wished he 
had a mirror so he could take a look at himself, but he knew the closest 
one was a cracked mirror above the sink in the community bathroom.

He took a look at the books on the floor.  There were some books on 
history, a couple math texts and some english books, all high school 
level. Carl found a practice test of some kind and looked it over.  As a 
college graduate, he should've been able to breeze through the test 
without blinking, but when he looked at the questions, the answers 
wouldn't come to mind.  It wasn't that he was stupider (at least he didn't 
feel stupid), it was just that he couldn't remember the answers.

He picked up a book and started studying (he felt that this was too 
important not to do), but then he heard little Donna (where had the baby's 
name come from) start fussing.  He set the book aside and went over to the 
crib.  Carl could hear the baby making some sounds, and knew that she was 
hungry.  With an almost instinctive action, Carl picked the baby up while 
lifting his shirt.  He pulled the panel down on the nursing bra and gave 
his nipple to the baby.  After the baby had started to feed, he returned 
to the chair, held his book with one hand while holding the baby so she 
could feed with the other.  After a while, Carl was forced to switch arms 
so Donna could feed from his other breast.

Carl looked down, wondering what he had been so worried about.  This body 
had an instinctive knowledge of what he needed to do to care for little 
Donna.  But that made Carl wonder why he cared.  This little rugrat wasn't 
his, not really.  But looking deep into the sweet, blue eyes of little 
Donna, he knew there was nothing he wouldn't do for her.

Before Donna had finished, he heard a knock on his door.  He set the book 
aside, pulled his shirt down so it covered everything that had to be 
covered for modesty's sake, and carried Donna to the door.  Upon opening 
it, he saw his next door neighbor, mister Jackson, a kindly old man who 
helped out when he could, but whose medical problems really prevented him 
from doing much.  When he saw what "Mildred" was doing, he gave her his 
best dirty old man smile, and said, "Miss Pierce, better be careful or 
you'll give this old man nasty ideas."

Carl gave him Mildred's best smile and said, "What can I do for you, 
mister Jackson?"

Mister Jackson handed her a small batch of letters.  "I got your mail. 
Since your mailbox door is busted, I didn't think it was wise to leave it 
down in the box."

"Probably a wise call.  Thanks."

Carl took the letters, blew mister Jackson a flirtatious kiss, and went 
back inside.  Donna had finished feeding, so Carl made sure to give her 
her stuffed bunny so she could fall asleep.  Carl sighed.  Little Donna 
seemed so peaceful and beautiful in her crib.  Carl found himself hoping 
he could be a good mother.  Then he quickly amended his thoughts, adding, 
"As long as I'm stuck in this body."

He then took the mail and sat down and started reading it.  Most of it was 
junk mail (why any company would think that anyone living in this 
neighborhood would have an extra 300 dollars to shell out for a stereo 
system was beyond him), his... Mildred's first electric bill, and a letter 
from the Welfare office.  Opening the last, he found that it was a demand 
for more information.  The letter also said that it was the third call for 
this information, and if they didn't get the information in the next two 
days, they would be forced to deny him the aid he needed.

Carl knew this was the first time Mildred had seen any such letter, and 
briefly cursed the owner of the building for not fixing the mailbox as 
soon as she had reported it.  Carl stopped.  "Okay, I get the point.  I 
swear that if I get my body back I will do everything I'm supposed to to 
get this building in proper shape."  A small part of him hoped that would 
be enough and that he'd be instantly transported back to his body, but 
nothing happened.

He sighed, and picked up Donna, getting a little gurgle, that Carl was 
sure was curiosity.  Carl told her, "Momma's got some stuff to do so we've 
got to get you ready."  And strangely enough, that seemed to placate her. 
"Yes, you're just momma's little genius, aren't you?"  Carl cooed a few 
more words of encouragement as he nuzzled her chin.  This was so weird. 
Carl had never wanted children, but now that he had one, no matter how he 
came by her, he found the very concept of giving her up anathema.

He walked back to the bedroom, but as soon as he opened the door, he was 
forced back by a wave of hot air that made him woozy.  He wondered why the 
room was so damnably hot and the answer came to him.  The one window in 
the bedroom was warped and wouldn't open, and because of the position of 
the apartment, the sun beat down on that window for twelve hours out of 
every day.  The only way to keep the rest of the apartment bearable was to 
keep the door shut, which, unfortunately, meant the bedroom turned into an 
oven during the morning and early afternoon.

He returned Donna to the crib and walked up to the door.  Already the main 
room of her apartment had gotten noticeably warmer, so he had to do this 
fast.  He took a deep breath, dashed into the room, grabbed one of Donna's 
dresses out of the beat up old dresser, and ran back into the main room, 
slamming the door behind him.  He then ran to the door to the hall, opened 
it, then swung it back and forth to try to cool the place down.  After a 
few minutes, he returned to Donna, changed her clothes, stuffed a few 
extra diapers and a tube of baby wipes in his purse (his? purse) and 
headed out of the house.

He had to take the bus.  Thankfully, Mildred had spent some of her money 
on a bus pass.  Once more, images of Mildred's life flashed in his head.  
The bus was the only way Mildred had of getting around.  She didn't have 
many friends, and the few she did were busy most of the time, and couldn't 
drop everything to cart her around everywhere she needed to go.  So it was 
just more economical to purchase a pass to get where she needed to go.

When he got to the Welfare office (he was still mystified as to how he 
knew all this stuff from Mildred's life; Carl had never been to the 
Welfare office in his entire life), he got off the bus and went inside.  
There was a rather long line (was it ever any other way in a government 
building) and he got right into line.  For the next hour, he trudged 
forward, shifting Donna from arm to arm as his arms got tired.  He was 
fifth from the front of the line when Donna started fussing in his arms.  
"What's wrong, baby?" He put his hand on her bottom and immediately knew 
what was wrong.  "Oh, not now, baby.  We're so close."

Then Donna gave her a look that almost seemed to say, "Sorry, mama," and 
Carl couldn't help but apologize.

He felt a tap on his shoulder.  He turned back and saw a young man.  The 
gentleman said, "If you can be back before I reach the front of the line, 
I'll hold your place for you."

Not questioning his luck, Carl said a quick thanks and made a dash for the 
bathroom down the hall.  He almost screamed when he saw the sign saying, 
"Out of order.  Please use the bathroom on the third floor."  He ran for 
the elevator, dashing in just as the doors closed for someone else.  He 
ran for the bathroom as soon as the doors opened.  Inside he quickly 
changed Donna's diaper, then ran back to the Welfare office.  Once inside, 
he looked for the man who had been behind him.  Unfortunately, he wasn't 
in line.  Carl saw him behind the counter.  When he saw "her" he gave her 
a guilty look and mouthed the word sorry.

Carl sighed and got back into line.  This time, he only made it half way 
through the line when a man from behind the counter yelled, "We're 
closing. Next five people only."  Had Donna's delicate ears not been so 
close, he would've screamed.

He looked into Donna's eyes and said, "Well, baby, it looks like we've got 
tomorrow planned, too."  He walked out and took the bus home.

When he got home (almost forgetting that HIS home was a luxurious mansion 
on the other side of town), he had to feed Donna, then put her to bed with 
her little bunny.  He then sat back down, grabbed a book, and started 
studying.

A little while later his stomach started growling.  He went straight to 
the refrigerator to see what was in there to eat.  Carl was immediately 
struck by its small size.  Any one of the four refrigerators he had at the 
mansion was larger.  But when he opened it, there was nothing inside.  Not 
because Mildred couldn't afford it, but because it wasn't working.  This 
time he did screech, which woke Donna into crying fits.  He spent the next 
five minutes rocking her back to sleep, then went to the cabinet with the 
canned goods.  He got out a can of soup, opened it, and poured it into a 
pot.  He went over to the sink and turned on the water.  The pipes shook 
and brown sludge poured out of the tap.  He decided to forgo the extra 
water, and took the pot right to the stove.

He knew upon approaching it that he had to use the small back burner.  The 
front burner had a short in it and might catch something on fire.  As Carl 
put the pot on to heat, he wondered where that last bit of knowledge came 
from.  Before, he had been forced to confront all of the crap in her life 
before details were given to him, but this time, he got the knowledge in 
advance.  But then he figured it out.  This bit of knowledge, if he hadn't 
had it in advance, might've prompted a fire and endangered him, Donna, or 
possibly even his neighbors.  Whoever was doing this wanted him to suffer 
for what he had done, but not anyone else.

"Okay," he said to the air, "I get it.   I get it.  I was a lousy human 
being.  I promise to mend my ways."  He waited, hoping things would go 
back to the way they were, but nothing happened.

He finished cooking and eating his dinner.  Then, as he put the pot in the 
sink, he heard a knock on the door.  When he opened it, he was shocked 
when he saw... himself!  His body, anyways.  "Carl" strode in, saying, "I 
want my baby back!"

Carl, for the first time in his life, was stunned.  "Mildred?" he asked.

"Of course, Mildred.  Little Donna's rightful mother.  I don't know how we 
got into each other's bodies, but I'm NOT going to leave my baby in the 
hands of a ruthless, self-centered businessman, no matter whose body he's 
in."

Carl almost protested, but then had to stop and think.  He walked over to 
the crib, got Donna, and gave her to Mildred.  Mildred had not expected it 
to be this easy, and stared at her beautiful daughter for a bit before 
saying, "You couldn't have been much of a mother if giving up Donna was 
this easy."

"Easy?!" Carl almost screamed.  "Throughout this entire afternoon, the one 
thing that made it tolerable was Donna's beautiful face carrying me 
through."

"Then... why?"

"Why give her up?  Because with all your money, you can do things for her 
that I never could.  Even if I do manage to complete your plan of 
finishing your education."  Carl was on the verge of tears.  "So... take 
her and go." Then he finally broke down and ran into the bedroom in tears.

Mildred looked into Donna's eyes and her little baby gave her a look that, 
at the same time, made Mildred think her baby knew exactly what was going 
on, and also said, "Be nice.  She's had a rough day."

Mildred returned Donna to her crib and walked into the bedroom.  As she 
passed through the door, she said, "Damn, I almost forgot how hot it got 
in here."

Carl looked up from the pillow he had been crying into and said, "What are 
you still doing here?"

"We need to talk."

"What's there to talk about?  Donna deserves all the things money can buy. 
And right now, you're the one with the money."

Mildred sat on the edge of the bed and tenderly rubbed her old body's 
shoulder.  "But Donna needs her mother, and right now, that's you.  But I 
think I've got a solution."

Carl sniffled back a tear.  "What?"

"Marry me."

"Marry...  But we hardly know each other.  We've never even dated."

Mildred smiled.  "Dated?  Hun, if you have been given even half the data 
about my life that I have been given about yours today, then we know more 
about each other than we could learn with a lifetime of dating.  And, 
let's face it, if we don't keep close tabs on each other, how are we going 
to get this body switch all straightened out?"

"I... suppose."

"So say yes, already."

"Yes."

Mildred smiled and Carl looked up at her with this "Hold and protect me" 
look.  It was such an effeminate look.  And Mildred had a classic male 
response.  She got a woody.  She had an almost irresistible urge to push 
Carl onto his (her?) back, and start fucking.  Only her own experience of 
having to control over-stimulated males from the other end allowed her to 
control her new desires.

Carl, however, was not so lucky.  Being a rich, handsome, successful 
business man had meant that he had been the target of scheming women 
trying to get him interested in them, and he took advantage of it.  The 
only reason he had ever had to control his sex drive was to make sure he 
didn't wind up doing anything illegal.  So when he felt an urge to throw 
his arms around Mildred's neck and pull her down on top of him, he was 
only able to resist for a few seconds.

To her credit, Mildred tried to resist, and maybe if she had had a little 
more experience trying to control her new male sex drive, she might've had 
a chance.  But when this sexy teenager pulled "him" down on top of "her" 
who was in command inside didn't seem to matter.  After only a few 
seconds, instead of trying to push an over stimulated "girl" away, she 
was, instead, sliding her hand under his skirt and pulling his panties 
down.  His own hands found the snap on her pants and before either of them 
knew what was happening, Mildred was between Carl's legs, sliding her dick 
into his cunt.

Carl's ankles were tangled up in his panties, but he quickly got his legs 
out and flipped them off.  His legs, performing with built-in habits, 
wrapped around Mildred's body and pulled her into him.  Mildred slid her 
hands up under Carl's blouse and started fondling his breasts.  Carl 
moaned and ripped his own blouse open so Mildred could get at him easier.

Mildred pulled the panel on the nursing bra down and gently started 
sucking.  Back when she had first started lactating, Mildred had tried a 
little of her own milk.  It wasn't that big a deal then, but now?  Maybe 
it was because she was using Carl's taste buds, or maybe his hormones were 
changing her tastes, but this stuff was FANTASTIC!  Only Carl saying, 
"Save some for Donna," snapped her back to reality and kept her from 
draining Carl dry.

She instead moved her lips up to his and kissed him deeply.  They 
continued to move together until Mildred exploded, pouring cum into Carl's 
womb. While she was filling him with man seed, Carl experienced his first 
female orgasm and passed out from the feeling.

He woke up a little while later with Mildred rubbing her forehead with a 
damp cloth.  She looked around, and saw that Carl had carried her back 
into the main room by the open window.  As soon as his eyes fluttered 
open, she asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah.  That was intense."

"Did you like it?"

"That was fantastic!"  Carl took the rag from his forehead and looked at 
it.  "After seeing the water that came out of the tap, I expected this to 
be brown."

Mildred explained, "The water in the bathroom down the hall isn't quite so 
bad.  Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course.  You're going to be my husband, right?"

Mildred smiled.  "Of course.  But, since you were the one doing it, why 
did you let this place get this... crappy?"

Carl got a guilty look on his face.  "Profit.  I hired the cheapest 
managerial firm I could to handle the affairs of this building.  I guess I 
got what I paid for."

"I hope you realize that as long as I'm in your body, things are going to 
change.  Your empire is going to be far more ethical for a while."

"No problem.  After having lived your life for a while, no one should have 
to live like this.  I actually want to help."

Carl heard Donna start to fuss in her crib and quickly ran over to her. 
Donna needed her diaper changed, and as he did what was necessary, Mildred 
said, "Speaking of living each others' lives, do you have any idea how all 
this happened?"

Carl got a thoughtful look and said, "I think I do.  After I get finished 
here, we can check it out."

Mildred grinned.  "And after you get dressed, too."

Carl looked down at himself.  His blouse was torn open, and his bra panels 
were flopping free.  He also knew that his panties were lying somewhere in 
the bedroom.  Carl giggled.  "I do look a fright, don't I?"

"Not a fright.  Disheveled maybe, but nothing worse than that."

Carl quickly finished with Donna, handed her to Mildred, and went into the 
bedroom (which had cooled down with the sun moving down behind a 
building), and got dressed.  He went out with Mildred and got into the 
Beemer that up till that afternoon had been his.  They were taking a 
chance.  They didn't have a car seat, so Carl had to hold onto her in his 
lap as Mildred drove really slowly to the new Church of Love.  Both 
parents were terrified of getting into an accident, but Donna loved the 
trip.

Mildred said, "I've heard some rumors about this place.  Why are we here?"

"I made the mistake of insulting their goddess."

Mildred gave him a curious look.  "And you think that's what caused this?"

"Okay, I know it sounds crazy.  But no crazier than suddenly finding 
yourself in the body of another person."

"Touche."

They got out and went inside.  Anna was saying good night to Leslie and 
Sydney, after a hard day's work.  Carl walked up to her and said, "Miss 
Leighton, can we talk?"

"Certainly, Carl.  Shall we go in back?"

Mildred was stunned.  She had expected this strange woman to address Carl 
by her name, just as everyone had addressed her as "mister Witherspoon" 
all day.  She just followed Carl and Anna into a back room.  Carl noticed 
that there was a third chair, this one padded.  Anna took it and said, 
"Carl." Mildred was further stunned when Anna waved at one of the folding 
chairs and said, "Mister Pierce."  She just sat down without saying a 
word.  Anna took the last seat and said, "Now what can I do for you?"

Carl said, "Since you addressed us by our real names, I assume you know 
about our... switch?"

"Of course.  My goddess informed me of your punishment."

"Well, I wanted to make sure you knew I learned my lesson and was 
wondering if you could change us back?"

"I'm sorry, but that wouldn't be a good idea."

"But why?"

"Miss Witherspoon, when a woman gives birth it leaves an imprint on both 
mind and body.  Right now, you're affected by the body where your soon to 
be husband has the mental imprint.  It keeps you both caring and 
nurturing, which will be of inestimable benefit to the community.  But if 
you get transferred back, all you will have is the memory of the imprint, 
which may not be enough to keep you nurturing.  You might revert to your 
old, selfish self.  For the sake of the community I can't ask my goddess 
to do that."

Mildred asked, "But why me?  Why am I being punished for what he did?"

"She, mister Pierce.  You should get used to using feminine terms as well 
as your name to refer to your fiance.  In answer to your question, may I 
point out that you are now a multi-millionaire in charge of one of the 
biggest business firms in the city.  You live in a mansion, have a 
personal staff to take care of your every need, and once you two get 
married, you will be the proud father to your daughter.  In comparison to 
your old life, exactly where is the punishment?"

Mildred really couldn't answer that, but Carl said, "She...  He shouldn't 
HAVE to marry me.  I'm willing..."  Carl swallowed hard.  Mildred took his 
hand in support.  "I'm willing to give Donna back to... him."

"Actually, it may surprise you to know that you two were going to wind up 
married anyways.  Your switch just accelerated the process.  I can see by 
the looks on your faces that neither of you believe me, but it's true. 
Mildred, if you'd had the day Carl experienced this afternoon, you'd've 
gone from the Welfare office straight to his office, stormed in past any 
opposition, chewed him out, and left without him saying a thing.  Carl 
would've been annoyed, but also intrigued.  He'd've found out where you 
lived, then after a whirlwind courtship, you would've been married."

Mildred asked, "So we were destined to be together forever?"

"Not exactly.  Marriages based on whirlwind courtships rarely last.  After 
two years together, Carl's workaholic lifestyle and rather self-centered 
attitudes would've driven a wedge between you and your marriage would've 
fallen apart.  Mildred would've been taken care of for the rest of her 
life, but it wouldn't have spared you both the pain of the break-up.  So 
you see, your switch not only accelerated your marriage, but saved it. 
Your marriage will now be based on mutual knowledge, respect, and, I dare 
say, love.  A recipe for a successful marriage."

The two looked into each other's eyes and knew it was true.  But Carl 
said, "It still doesn't seem fair to make us stay in each others' bodies, 
forever."

Anna said, "Who said anything about forever?  After Carl, or perhaps we 
should all start using the name Mildred, gives birth to a child, you can 
come back and we'll discuss switching you back."

Carl said, "Well, that's going to be a ways off."

"That's your decision, of course, but you should be aware, the goddess 
considers abortion murder.  If you do wind up getting pregnant, you must 
carry the baby to term or you will be in those bodies forever."

Carl and Mildred got up.  Carl said, "Thank you, miss Leighton."

"Please, call me Anna.  Or if you must be formal, call me Priestess Anna."

"Thank you, priestess Anna."

The couple left the room and Nicole manifested.  "Why didn't you tell 
them?"

Anna sat back and sighed.  "I didn't think that Carl was prepared to learn 
that thanks to that afternoon sex session, she was going to be a two-child 
mom a lot sooner than expected."

"Possibly not, but I think you underestimate her."  Nicole waved her hand 
and the table and two extra chairs disappeared, to be replaced with a bed. 
"But right now, I'm interested in a little loving with my high priestess."

Anna got up and walked to the bed.  Jokingly, she said, "Ah, the duties I 
must perform as a high priestess to my goddess."

Nicole intercepted her and kissed her.  "I'll try not to make your duties 
too tedious."  Anna giggled and pushed Nicole onto the bed.

Outside, the new Carl (the once Mildred) opened the door for his fiance, 
then ran around to the drive's seat.  As he checked the mirror, he asked, 
"So you really think this is all the real thing?"

"You got a better explanation for all that has happened today?"

"Not really, but it's still a little hard to believe."

"I know what you mean."

Carl turned his head and looked into the back seat.  "I think we should 
start believing."

Mildred turned and looked into the back seat.  Right there, on the seat, 
already properly set up, was a baby seat.  Mildred said, "Somebody... 
could've broken into the car to put it in."

"Broken into the car without leaving a mark anywhere, just to install a 
baby seat?  I suppose it's possible, but..."

Both of them left the rest of the idea unvoiced.

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

THE AVATAR (PT. 18)

Patricia woke up, horny as hell.  This had started the day after Aphrodite 
had explained what "she" was going to go through.  That night, Aphrodite 
had explained that Amber, being a normal 36 year old woman, was at the 
peak of her sexual drive.  So Patricia had keyed Patricia's sex drive to 
Amber's.  Now, every time Amber got horny, Patricia got horny.  And, 
apparently, Amber's sex drive peaked in the late evening back home which 
woke Patricia out of a sound sleep in the early morning of the island.  So 
for the last three days, Patricia had woke up with a raging hard-on that 
needed servicing.

He had first tried jacking off, but that was no longer enough.  Thanks to 
the training Aphrodite was putting him through, just pulling on his rod 
wasn't enough.  Fondling his breasts helped, but only when he slipped a 
couple fingers into his ass was he able to get off.  That night, after 
getting more lessons in loving a woman, Aphrodite gave him a dildo to play 
with.  So yesterday and this morning, he used that dildo on his ass until 
he covered his own belly in sperm.

He sat up in bed, for some reason having just a bit of trouble.  He looked 
down, having to move his now triple D's out of the way to get a look at 
himself.  He was shocked when he noticed that his belly was swollen and 
rounded.  It looked like he was...

"Aphrodite!", he screamed.

There was a cloud of colored smoke that took human form then became the 
naked Amber Cole form of Aphrodite that he was used to.  "Is there a 
problem?"

Not even able to say it, he just stuttered out, "I'm...  I'm...  I'm..."

Aphrodite filled in the word for him.  "Pregnant."

"Oh, god, why?"

"What can I say?  Amber's got a thing for mothers.  Nothing excites Amber 
more than to see a woman place a hungry child to her bosom and feed the 
child."

"But...  But...  But..."

"But you're having enough trouble just coming to grips with your new 
femininity.  You don't think you're ready to be a mother."

"Take it back.  Get rid of it."

"No."

"But you said I could go back."

"I said if you wanted, I'd change you back one week after you returned 
home."

"So you're going to make me carry this baby for the next two weeks?"

"Of course not.  Your pregnancy is progressing at a rate of one month per 
day.  You're six months pregnant now, and you'll deliver in three days. 
You will only have to take care of a baby for the better part of two 
weeks."

Patricia broke down in tears and buried his face in his hands.  Aphrodite 
wrapped her arms around him.  "There, there.  It's okay.  I understand, 
but you don't have to worry.  You're experiencing a pregnancy without 
problems. No morning sickness.  No swollen ankles.  No hemorrhoids.  All 
the problems normally part of pregnancy you will avoid."

"But how will I deliver without a vagina?"

"You'll get one.  Just before your water breaks, you will get all the 
necessary parts to deliver a baby."

"But you said I get to keep my-"

"And you will.  One hour after giving birth your body will return to its 
she-male state."

"But what about David?  What will he think?"

"He won't notice.  No matter where you are in your pregnancy, David will 
never even comment."

"But-"

"Shhhh.  No more arguments.  Show me you love me by servicing my dick."

Patricia found he didn't want to protest any more.  He looked down and saw 
her dick.  His mouth started watering and he found himself wanting to 
service her, wanting to take that rod deep into his throat.  He leaned 
over and gently took her dick into his mouth.  It quickly swelled up to 
full hardness as he used his tongue to tease and excite her.  He loved 
that strange, plastic taste to her and proceeded to bob up and down on her 
until she let loose a torrent of seed down his throat.

After he swallowed, she asked, "Feel better?"

He wiped a tear out of his eye and said, "A little."

"What can I do to make you feel better?"

"I just...  I just feel so self conscious right now.  I get the feeling 
that any second David's going to yell, 'Professor Abbott!  What happened 
to you?'"

Aphrodite smiled.  "He won't."

"Sometimes I wish he would.  It'd be like the other shoe dropping.  At 
least I know it'd be over."

"I've got an idea."

"What?"

"Just something that should help.  And don't worry, David will be back to 
normal at the end of the trip."

"David?  No, don't touch him.  It's not his fault he got dragged off on 
this quest of mine."

"Relax, hun, he'll love it.  And, at the end of the trip, he goes back to 
normal."  Patricia tried to protest, but Aphrodite faded from view.

Outside, David shifted to his hermaphroditic base form.  Little did the 
professor know that David was growing tired of pretending to be other 
people.  Even being his old, all-male self was a pretense.  He just wanted 
to be himself, his new self, without pretense for a while.  After taking 
his real form, he clothed himself in his heavy-duty exploration clothes, 
adjusted to fit, then called out, "Oh my god!  What happened to me?!"

The professor, in nothing more than a frilly, pink robe, rushed out of his 
tent.  Seeing this new person dressed in clothes he knew David wore, he 
asked, "David?"

David, with faked tears in his eyes, looked to Patricia, and said, 
"Professor, what happened to me?"

"I... I don't know.  What were you doing before this happened?"

"Just getting water for today's trip.  Maybe something in the water?"

"Maybe."

"You're lucky you're already a woman.  I guess that makes you immune to 
whatever did this."

"I guess so.  Look.  Everything will be okay.  I'll help you over this, 
and if it hasn't corrected itself by the end of our trip then we'll find a 
way to make things right."

David sniffed.  "Thanks, professor."  David suddenly leaned over and 
kissed Patricia on the lips.  "You know, I've been wanting to do that for 
a while. Now that I'm a fellow woman, I can get away with it."

The professor gave him a disparaging look.  "Fellow woman or not, you're 
still my student, and we can't get too chummy.  It wouldn't be 
appropriate. Now you need to go finish getting our stuff ready."

"Yes, ma'am."  David went off to finish his chores, whistling happily.  
The professor wondered how he could be happy, but just figured that 
Aphrodite had helped him to adjust.

The day went relatively normally, so to speak.  At the end of the day, 
after their review of the day's exploration, David asked, "Professor, do 
you ever find your breasts getting in the way of everything.  I think mine 
are a little smaller than yours and I have been having to keep readjusting 
everything I do to keep them from interfering every time I turn around."

Patricia thought about it.  "Not really.  I suppose I should, they are so 
large, after all.  But they just seem so natural on me."

"I guess that's because you grew up with them."

"Yeah, I suppose."

David opened his shirt, exposing his breasts.  Patricia's dick leapt in 
her panties.  "I just wish I had a bra.  These have been rubbing the 
inside of my shirt all day."

The professor felt his dick growing hard, and said, "Maybe one of my bras 
will fit you.  I'm only a little bigger than you are.  We can at least 
try."

 "Thanks, professor.  I'd like that."

The two got up and went into the professor's tent.  The professor went 
through his bras, found a simple enough one and handed it to David.  David 
stripped off his shirt, took the bra and pretended to fumble with it 
behind his back.  (Having Nicole's knowledges, he could've put a bra on in 
the dark.)  Patricia volunteered to help, and when it was secure, they 
found that the cups were a little loose, but that could be fixed by 
stuffing some of the professor's lacier panties in with his breasts.

After everything was adjusted, and David had his shirt back on, he wiggled 
a bit and said, "With this extra padding, it looks like my breasts are as 
big as yours."

"Better be careful, or you might tempt this old lady."  Patricia was 
amazed at how easily referring to himself in the feminine was.

"Tempt?  With my new body?  Professor, are you a... lesbian?"

"No need to whisper it, David.  I've never made a big deal of my sexual 
preferences, but, yes, I am a lesbian."

David decided to up the emotional ante and pretended to break down in 
tears.  The professor wrapped his arms around David's shoulders.  "What's 
wrong, hun?"

"It's my girlfriend.  I know she's not a lesbian.  What happens if I don't 
change back before we go home?"

"Oh, David, don't worry.  I'm sure everything will be all right."

David looked up into Patricia's eyes.  "You think so?"

Patricia couldn't tear her eyes away from David's.  "Yes, I do."  Then 
before the professor knew what was happening, their lips were pressed 
together.  He knew he shouldn't be doing this with a student, but he just 
couldn't help it.  David was so beautiful, and so sexy.

And David definitely didn't seem averse.  In fact, just the opposite. 
David pulled the professor down on top of him as he sat back on the bed. 
Their kiss broke and David lay down.  Patricia knew he should stop this, 
but he couldn't stop his hands from unbuttoning David's trousers.  He slid 
David's pants off then quickly removed his own pants.  David unbuttoned 
his shirt as Patricia removed his own top.  The professor looked down at 
David's crotch and said, "You've got both a dick and a cunt!"

"Yeah, I noticed that earlier.  It's pretty cool, too.  All the bennies of 
being a girl without needing to sit down to pee."  David allowed himself a 
small giggle.

"You sound... happy."

"I don't know about happy, but I'm definitely having fun.  This body is so 
sensual and erotic.  I could think of worse things than being like this 
for the rest of my life.  And if I could get a guarantee that I'd still be 
with my girlfriend, Nicole, I think I'd prefer it that way."

"At least you're making the best of it."

"That I am.  But can I ask you a question?"

"Certainly."

"How is it that you have a dick, but no cunt, and yet be pregnant?"

"Uhm...  Miracle of modern technology.  I... always wanted a baby, so I 
decided to test a new procedure that would allow transsexuals, such as 
myself, to experience the joy of motherhood."

"Wow.  You're a brave woman, Patricia Abbott."

"Thanks, but enough talk of my pregnancy.  Right now, I want to stick my 
womanly cock into your manly cunt."

David allowed his legs to part.  "If you insist."

Patricia got on the cot between David's legs.  He leaned forward, placed 
his dick against David's cunt and slowly slid it in.  Because of his 
swollen belly, Patricia wasn't able to lean all the way forward, but both 
of their breasts were large enough so that every time Patricia moved his 
nipples brushed David's sensually.  Patricia pumped in and out of David's 
cunt, using his new knowledge of the female body to tease and titillate 
David until they came together in orgasm.

After they were finished, David said, "I guess I should go back to my 
tent."

Patricia lay beside him.  "No, don't.

I'd really like it if you just cuddled up with me tonight."

David kissed the professor.  "Alright."  Then David seemed to fall asleep.

In actuality, he sent his David body to sleep then created his Amber Cole 
form at the entrance to the tent.  He then said, "So how do you like your 
new sex partner?"

The professor looked up at him and said, "Change him back.  He doesn't 
deserve this."

"Hun, I know what I'm doing.  With the exception of his genitals, David 
now has a body exactly the same as his girlfriend.  You are learning what 
is necessary to please your lover through my teaching.  He will learn the 
same thing by living in her body.  So when, or if, he goes back, he will 
be able to please her in fantastic ways."

"If?  You said you'd change him back!"

"I'll leave that up to him.  But you heard him.  The only reason he wants 
to go back is because he's afraid his girlfriend will reject him if he 
stays as is.  But she loves him, and will love him no matter what form he 
takes.  If he realizes that before he goes home, then two women will be 
leaving this island."

Patricia reached up and stroked David's face.  "He makes a beautiful 
woman."

"That he does."  Amber kissed the professor, then disappeared, David 
returning to his own body.  The two then fell asleep together.

When the professor woke up, he looked down.  His breasts were another cup 
size larger, and his belly was noticeably larger.  And, worse yet, he was 
hornier than ever.  He then saw David's morning erection and his sex drive 
got the better of him.  He gently rolled David onto his back and straddled 
his hips.  He took David's cock in hand, placed it at his ass, and lowered 
himself onto the boy's organ.  David woke up fucking Patricia, and just 
took it in stride.  He reached up, took the professor's now E cup breasts 
in hand and let the professor ride him unto orgasm.

After Patricia settled down, he said, "I'm sorry.  I don't know what came 
over me.  I just woke up with a severe need to be fucked."

"It's probably your pregnancy.  Different women react differently to 
pregnancy.  You probably go hog wild."

"Maybe.  I guess we better get up and get to work."

As they got dressed, professor Abbott rubbed his belly.  He found that he 
was actually looking forward to giving birth and wondered if "Aphrodite" 
had made him want to deliver his child.

David watched the professor, knowing what he was thinking, and the fact of 
the matter was David had done nothing to the professor's mind.  Patricia 
was surprising the new Goddess of Love with just how much woman he was 
turning out to be.

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THE AVATAR (PT. 19)

High priest Lodos walked into the office of general Slovan.  He had been 
asked by the general to come to the office in his role as a priest, so he 
came in his least formal robes.  When he walked in, he was surprised to 
see two women.  One was the general's wife, Dalla, a pretty woman, if a 
bit harsh in attitude and demeanor.  The other was a stunning beauty that 
immediately cause his cock to spring to life.  She was a beautiful, HUGE-
breasted woman of peasant stock, and she made the priest glad he was 
wearing loose robes.

He was barely able to tear his eyes away from her and ask, "You sent for 
me?"

"Good news, your eminence.  The tests are confirmed, and the lovely Dalla 
is with child, and we ask you to confer the blessing of long life."

"Of course."  The priest laid his hands on Dalla's stomach and started 
muttering some words.  It was perhaps a stroke of luck for the worshipers 
of the Goddess of Hate that his attention was focused on Dalla's belly, 
otherwise he might've noticed the woman grimace in disgust as he went 
through the ritual.  After Lodos was finished he looked up to the woman 
who was a stranger to him.  "And who is this?"

"This is my new wife, the lovely Midala.  She's the other reason why I 
wanted you to come here.  I have already filed all the paperwork, but I 
would like you to perform the ceremony as soon as possible so I don't have 
to wait."

Lodos stared at Midala for a while before saying, "I would like to speak 
to the young bride alone."

General Slovan just said, "As you wish," and he and Dalla left the room.

After the two left, Midala asked, "What can I do for you, sir?"

The priest, unable to control his lusts, said, "I have to fuck you."

He thought Midala would've been shocked and insulted (she should've been 
if she were a proper woman), but instead she just smiled and said, "I 
understand, but surely you cannot expect me to shame my family by giving 
my virginity to any but my husband on my wedding night?"

"Then I will marry you.  I will renounce my priesthood.  Anything."

"But I am already married to the general.  We need only to go through the 
formalities.  But if you're willing," she turned so her ass was to him, 
"you may take my back door virginity."

Lodos stared at her ass.  What she was talking about was heresy.  The 
sentence for sodomy was death.  But the priest was so tied up in knots 
over Midala that he couldn't think straight.  He stepped up and lifted 
Midala's dress above her waist.  Her legs were tightly pressed together 
like a proper virgin, but she was dressed like a slut in that she wasn't 
wearing any panties.  But Lodos just lifted his robes, and pressed his 
dick to her ass.  He moaned as his dick slid into her.  He reached around, 
grasped her breasts, and pumped and pumped until he came within her.  He 
then slid out of her, and went to his knees.

She turned around, letting her dress fall back into place.  "Feel better?" 
she asked.

"No.  I need you more than ever, now."

Midala smiled.  "If you wish me again, then there's something you must do 
for me."

"Anything!"

Midala fished a necklace out from underneath her dress.  It had a small 
silver sword hanging on a simple chain, also of silver.  She took it off 
and held it in front of him.  "Take hold of my talisman.  Renounce your 
god and swear allegiance to my goddess."

Lodos reached out and grabbed the talisman.  "I swear to devote my life 
and soul to the worship of your goddess."  Lodos felt a tingle in his hand 
and he was holding a silver sword on a chain of his own.  Midala put hers 
back on, and he did the same, understanding his new place in his goddess's 
new order.  He was a man, and thus scum.  He was not fit to love women, 
only to worship them.  Only by emulating women could he ever hope to gain 
any status in life.

He knelt silently as Midala went to the door and opened it for the general 
and Dalla.  Dalla walked through first and Lodos saw a golden sword around 
her neck, the sign of the priestesses of his new religion.  That she would 
even deign to look at him made him feel honored.  The general, topless, 
walked through and Lodos was instantly jealous.  He saw Slovan's large 
bosom and felt a yearning for a set of his own.

Dalla walked up to him and asked, "Do you understand your place now, 
scum?"

"Yes, ma'am.  I must be subservient first, to all women, and second, to 
any men more successful at emulating women than I."

"Very good.  Do you wish more sex with Midala?"

"Yes, ma'am, but it would be impertinent of me to ask."

Dalla turned to her fellow wife.  "Midala, remove your skirt."

Midala docilely obeyed, exposing her massive dick to the air.  Lodos was 
shocked to see the male organ on the body of this wonderfully beautiful 
body.  Clearly, she was blessed by the goddess, herself.  Lodos hoped that 
one day he might have a body half as beautiful.

Dalla told him, "Take lovely Midala's dick into your mouth and let her 
fuck your face."

Lodos crawled on his hands and knees to Midala.  He lifted his head and 
sucked her dick into his mouth.  He slowly bobbed up and down on her until 
she spewed her seed into his mouth.  After he was finished, Dalla asked, 
"Have you done that before?"

"Yes, ma'am.  There are many man-lovers in the priesthood.  Most of the 
upper ranks are men-lovers.  The prohibitions against priests taking wives 
and bearing children helps to cover our desires."

"And you preach against it?  Hypocrites."

"Yes, ma'am."

"The five topmost priests, those of you who control the priesthood, how 
many of you are man-lovers?"

"All of us.  You will not get promoted to the upper levels unless those 
already there know you are one of them.  We must be sure we are not 
betrayed to the general populace."

"Makes sense.  But now show my husband how much you love your new position 
in life by fucking him up the ass."  Slovan got on his hands and knees in 
front of Lodos.  Lodos climbed on top of him and guided his dick into 
Slovan's ass.  Lodos reached around and took the general's breasts in hand 
and gently massaged them as he slammed his dick into Slovan's ass.  He 
then felt a hand on his ass and looked back to see Midala putting her dick 
to his ass.  He tried to get away; Midala was so big, he feared permanent 
damage.  But Dalla ordered him to remain still and he froze in place. 
Midala grabbed his hips and rammed into him.  He felt a trickle of blood 
and whimpered in pain.  The three of them moved together until the general 
and Midala came, leaving Lodos with a hard-on as they pulled away from 
him.

Lodos whimpered in frustration as Midala and Slovan went off to one side 
and started 69-ing each other.  Dalla taunted him, saying, "Is the little 
pussy-boy wanting more sex?"  Lodos whimpered again and nodded.  "Call the 
second in command of the priesthood.  Tell him that general Slovan is in 
need of a marriage, but you can't make it away from your work, so you want 
him to perform the ceremony."

After Lodos made the call, she said, "Slovan, take Lodos into the other 
room, put him in something sexy and then love him."  Slovan quickly did as 
his wife commanded.

Dalla and Midala waited for the second in command of the priesthood to 
come, then repeated the process, converting him to the cause of the 
Goddess of Hate.  They had him summon number three, then sent him into the 
room with Slovan and Lodos.  They repeated the process three more times 
until the entire ruling religious council was converted to the new 
religion.

Dalla and her wife followed the last priest into the room.  There Slovan 
was on his hands and knees, covered in cum.  There was one priest's dick 
in both his mouth and ass.  The remaining two priests were on their backs 
beneath Slovan, sucking his breasts.  Each priest was now dressed in a 
corset and stockings, giving them a curvy appearance.  Dalla ordered 
Midala to put the last priest into a corset, then ordered the "boys" to 
cease and desist.  She had Slovan and Midala kneel off to one side and the 
priests kneel before her.

"You all understand your new place in life?" Dalla asked.  They all 
nodded. "Good.  From now on, in order to show your subservience, you shall 
always wear your corsets except when bathing.  Your robes will hide your 
new curves."  She reached into her dress and pulled out five bottles which 
magically appeared there.  "You shall also take one of these at every 
meal. This is a special mix of female hormones enhanced with the goddess's 
power. They shall do everything that normal hormones will do, just faster.  
In less than a week, you shall notice a swelling in your nipples, and in 
under a month, you shall each have your own pair of breasts."  Each of the 
priests swooned in pleasure at the news.  "You shall also be on the 
lookout for priests of true faith in your old religion.  You shall compile 
a list of true believers and those who, like yourself, are using the 
priesthood as a cover for their desires.  We shall move the first to the 
outlying provinces, and convert the second.  Now go!"

The priests quickly grabbed their robes and exited the room.  "Now, 
Slovan, it is time for your daily abasement for not yet succeeding in 
controlling the world."  Slovan cringed, but crawled over to Dalla, slid 
under her dress and licked her to orgasm.  After he was finished, he ran 
to the bathroom and threw up, serenaded by her laughter.

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THE AVATAR (PT. 20)

Patricia was only able to sit up with David's help.  It was his ninth day 
of pregnancy and that meant he was nine months pregnant and due to deliver 
today.  At least his sex drive was under control.  Aphrodite had come to 
him and explained that his new sex drive was the result of his pregnancy; 
the female hormones surging in his body were driving him loopy with need. 
Thankfully, David had been there for him, both as a sexual partner, and as 
a friend.

Patricia's bosom had continued to grow at a rate of a cup size a day, and 
he was now up to an F cup.  Obviously, his bras no longer fit David, but 
David had found his own collection of bras and panties in his things on 
his second day with breasts (at least the second day that Patricia knew 
about).

The professor had been too big yesterday during his "eighth month" to go 
stomping through the jungle, so they sat around the camp discussing make-
up (which the professor found he knew a surprising amount about) and what 
they liked in girlfriends.  Patricia loved having a friend around, and 
just hoped he could have as good a relation with Amber, when he got back.

They spent the morning working at camp until about noon when Patricia felt 
a magical twisting in his crotch.  He had only been wearing a nightie all 
day, so when his water broke, his clothes suffered minimally.  Over the 
next few hours, things were a bit chaotic as Patricia felt like he was 
passing a watermelon through his hips.  The professor didn't know how long 
it was before it was all over, but at some point the pain went away, and 
David put this small bundle into his arms.  He looked down into the face 
of the small bundle of joy in his arms, and the only thing he could think 
to say was, "I'm a mother."

"Yes, you are.  So what are you going to name him?"

Patricia thought about it and said, "Elijah.  It was my grandfather's 
name."  Patricia was then given the royal treatment by David for the rest 
of the day.  If he needed anything, David would get it for him.  He 
remained naked for the rest of the day (he had stripped off the sweat 
soaked nightgown shortly after giving birth), and wasn't even surprised 
when David never even mentioned anything about his having had a cunt for a 
few hours out of the day.

It was a couple hours later when Aphrodite appeared before him.  Patricia 
was feeding little Elijah, and Aphrodite said, "Welcome to motherhood, 
Patricia."

Almost afraid, Patricia asked, "I'd have to give him up, wouldn't I?"

"Pardon?"

"If I went back, I'd have to give him up, wouldn't I?  You said I'd have 
to give everything up, and that means him, too, right?"

"I'm afraid so.  But don't worry, I'm not going to destroy him or 
anything. He'll come to be with me.  He is my son, too, after all."

"It doesn't matter.  I'm not...  I can't give him up.  I'm Patricia now. 
For good."

"Good for you.  But the offer will stand.  If you change your mind and 
want to go back, then seven days after your return, all you have to do is 
ask, and I'll change you back."

"I won't use it."

"I believe you."

Aphrodite leaned over, kissed Patricia's forehead, then left.  Outside, 
David shifted back into his regular form.  He knew Patricia was serious, 
and that SHE wouldn't go back, even if Amber rejected her.  But as long as 
professor Abbott had been paying attention to her lessons, she and doctor 
Amber Cole would have a long life together.

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