Date: Fri, 20 Jul 2012 02:15:19 +0200 From: Rachael Babyface King Subject: Lizzies Paranormal Discovery - Chapter 9 Again, a million thanks for your comments on this story. I have had close to 200 emails so far and they are all very supportive. Here is chapter 9, sorry for the delay but I hope it was worth the wait. Same disclaimers apply, this story relates a fictional story of more than one underage girl engaged in sexual acts with adults. If you don't like or shouldn't be reading this stuff, then go away!! If you like a horny story then read on!! Chapter 9 The remaining day or two of our holiday was spent doing girly stuff. Who am I kidding, we shopped a lot! I was feeling quite depressed about the whole Jax incident and it is hard to explain but I will try. I felt guilt for deceiving her with my male cloak. I felt guilt for taking her virginity despite the fact that she wanted to give it to the person I was pretending to be. I felt guilt because Jax went away contented but it had all been a lie, but worst of all, I think I fell in love with that delicious little thirteen year old. The problem with that was that it was Lizzie who fell in love with Jax and not Richard. Meanwhile, Pip had just chalked up another fun conquest on her bedpost and had no remorse. I was beginning to feel that she was abusing my ability and abusing our friendship, all in the name of a quick fuck. I hid my displeasure from her and feigned tiredness for the last couple of nights and we settled for a girly cuddle on the settee as we relaxed. I knew that things had to change but I waited until we returned to the UK before I made any rash decisions. I did my best to hide any coldness I was feeling but I am sure that Pip sensed that something was wrong. Manchester was cold and bleak as we returned. It was late March and the winter had decided to keep spring at bay for a little longer. We exited Manchester Airport into the chilly air and I realised then that I would now have to work to understand my life better and to see if I could salvage just a small amount of normality for the fifteen year old girl that I really was. The last few months had been an explosion in my head and I had become a slave to experimentation and to lust. I cannot deny that it was fun but `Holy Shit Batman', I could not continue this way and I could not let Pip push me further than she already had. I decided that I needed more Lizzie time than I had allowed myself recently. I told Pip that I needed a break from this lunacy and I was pleasantly surprised that she took it well. Maybe I had been too quick to judge her. My mum had collected us from the airport because we were still having to travel as minors and on the return trip, she told us how the press carnage had died down as quickly as it had started which surprised everyone in our family. Pip and I just smiled at each other, happy that we had laid that particular disaster to rest. We dropped Pip at her home and I promised to call her later. She kissed me full on the lips and it lasted a little too long for my mum and I heard her shocked intake of breath. She knew better than to challenge me on it as I climbed back into the car and it halted our conversation for a while. When the chat resumed, it was like I had never been away with the usual nonsense of local gossip. I used to love these chats with my mum but all of a sudden, they seemed so irrelevant compared to the issues running through my head. I oohed and ahhed along with her conversation, my mum is a star and I did not want to upset or trouble her with my issues. When we arrived home, I unpacked my cases, overfilled my wash basket with my dirty laundry and took my mum a Spanish porcelain doll to add to her collection of crap from overseas! Needless to say, she loved it! I then went for a shower, happy to be home but my mind a jumble of confusion and I knew that I needed to make inroads into some problem fixing straight away. When I came out of the shower, I had my towel round my head and a big fluffy bath sheet wrapped around my body. I sat at my computer screen and signed into my new `Richard King' email address. My heart fluttered as I saw a message from `Jax13'. I clicked on it. "Hey Rick, I just thought I would send you an email. I have so much to say to you and I wish I was sat next to you telling you this rather than in an email. I know we only had one night but I think we really had something in Tenerife. Maybe that is true or maybe you are now thinking, `Oh God, dumbass teenager!' I know as we left, you looked sad. I felt the same as you and I hope it was the same reasons. I also got the feeling that you were trying to tell me something but kept holding it back. I hope you can speak freely now it is just by email. I know we will probably never meet again and I am not so stupid that I thought it could be more. I just wanted to say thanks for such a wonderful night and I feel so lucky that my first time was with someone so funny, sexy and delish! I guess I just hoped we could stay good friends without you thinking I am a stalker or some other weird shit! I hope you and Mike got back OK and if ever you guys are in Nottingham, I would love to meet up with you. Speak soon? Lots of hugs and yeah a bit of love too Jax Xxxx" I had a tear in my eye as I finished reading her email and I felt a compelling urge just to write the truth. I gave myself a mental slap in the mouth immediately knowing that was just another recipe for more headaches. I took a sip of my drink and came up with a much better option. I needed to take a trip to Nottingham! I did a little checking online and found that it was only a four hour coach trip to see Jax so I hit the reply button on the email and composed my reply. "Hey Jax! We got back this morning and the weather is depressing me already! I have to admit that the one night with you was the highlight of my holiday. Wait, that is not true! It was the highlight of my year! I hate the fact that our time was cut so short because there are so many things I would love to talk about with you and if it doesn't sound too weird, I would love to pop down to Nottingham to catch up a little more. If this is going to cause you problems with your sister of family or anything, then we can stick to emails. Let me know as I am free this weekend and I could book the bus and a hotel. Love and hugs back at ya!! Rick xxxx" I hit the send button and I was suddenly nervous. I was playing it all by ear again and that could only become another disaster surely? I tried to look deep into Jax DNA but I couldn't get far into her mind to look into her deepest thoughts. It was the first time ever that I hadn't truly digested someone's soul and my only logical answer to that was that I had fell for her. Even as I write it down it sounds ridiculous. I am a fifteen year old girl. I disguised myself as a hot 18 year old guy and then fell for a thirteen year old virgin! How fucked up is that? I belong on the Jerry Springer show, Psycho Edition! I checked my email a million times that day, waiting for a reply but none came. I spent the evening watching TV and the only other thing that happened was my Dad calling me to welcome me home and he asked if I could come over to his house in the morning and wait for an important parcel which was being delivered. I agreed on the condition that he took me out for dinner in the evening. He teased me, calling me a con artist but he agreed. I loved dinner dates with Dad. He also told me that he had some news for me and he sounded both excited and nervous. The gossip in me couldn't wait to hear his news. I went to bed with a whole mix of emotions but the long flight had exhausted me so I soon slept quite deeply. I set my alarm early and was up, showered, dressed and walking up my Dad's pathway before 8:30. I let myself in with a key and my Dad was eating his breakfast in the kitchen. I almost knocked over his cereal bowl as I charged into him for a hug. As he kissed me, the surprise was gone because the thoughts at the front of his mind were of his new girlfriend. (This ability managed to ruin most surprises for me, Christmas became very boring where the presents were concerned) I felt his nervousness about telling me but I also felt his horniness for this girl who I quickly realised was only nine years older than me. I broke our embrace quickly to `Ask him his news' before I lost the ability to be surprised. He told me cautiously about Kelly and I tried my best to put him at ease with the situation. I was a bit shocked that she was so young but I just wanted my Dad to be happy. As his hands touched mine when he spoke, I kept getting mental images of her naked body, obviously fresh in his mind and I was horrified as I saw a mental image of Kelly sucking my Dad's cock a few nights earlier. I shuddered inside. I didn't want to see that part of my Dad. I wanted him to be happy but I desperately didn't want to see it. He asked if it would be OK to bring Kelly to dinner and I said it would be a lovely idea to meet my new step mum. Dad swatted at my head and told me not to be so bloody cheeky. We then spoke briefly about my holiday and other bits before he had to dash off to work. I settled myself in front of the TV and waited for the Postman. My Dad's courier delivery can be anytime between 9am and 2pm and as I was fixing myself a sandwich around 12:30, the doorbell rang. I answered the door to the surly, unshaven and scruffy delivery guy and he said, `Parcel for a Stephen Campbell!' I answered cheerily, `Yes, I am his daughter', and reached for the docket. The arsehole pulled back the pad, drew a sharp breath through his teeth and cockily told me that it HAD to be signed by the person on the parcel. With hindsight, I could have just made contact and made him believe it was OK for me to sign but that would have been oh so easy. Instead, Miss Smartpants that I am, I told him that I would go and get my Dad who was about to jump in the shower. I ran upstairs to my Dad's room, threw off my clothes, grabbed a towelling dressing gown and transformed into my own father. I had no intention of doing my usual trick of checking out his equipment and pulled the cord tight as I headed back to the stairs. I pulled the door open, grabbed my Dad's passport from the drawer by the door and signed Mr Jobsworth's form and took the parcel. As the delivery guy turned to leave and I was about to close the door, a figure appeared at the gate and began running up the path. At first I didn't see who it was, but then shock and panic set in. My Dad's mind recognised that it was Kelly! Before I could speak, the gorgeous bouncing twenty four year old leapt into my arms, `Wow Steve, I didn't expect you to be home, I was just going to post a note through!' She then lip locked me and for one of the first times ever, my shock was so complete, it was totally my Dad in the driving seat. I felt like a prisoner in his body, watching events unfold, powerless to react. The front door slammed shut and I felt the cord that I had tied just minutes earlier being pulled open and then the robe fell to the floor. Kelly's hands were firmly stroking my fast growing cock and I saw her blonde hair moving lower as she dropped to her knees. For the second time that day, I was watching her soft and beautiful lips wrapping around the head of my Dad's prick. I felt my Dad's pride in his member and hell it was understandable! Mike had obviously inherited Dad's `Meat Genes' and it looked to be a similar length to the cock I had become accustomed to holding but it seemed a lot thicker as Kelly's mouth stretched wide to accommodate it but still managed to force half of it inside. The feelings coursing through my Dad's head were spectacular and as the sensations stopped, I thought I may be able to regain the situation. I looked down to see what the pause was. Kelly had lifted her t-shirt over her head to reveal her braless chest. Her body looked perfect and her magnificent C cup tits were soon covered by my Dad's roaming hands, kneading and pinching as Kelly plunged half of my cock into her throat again. My head was instantly mashed again with my father's euphoria. Kelly took me so close to ejaculation and then stopped again with no warning. My eyes, which had been clenched tight with the impending orgasm, drifted open to see Kelly repositioning herself over the sideboard in the hall. She hitched up her short skirt, revealing her tiny white thong and pulled me, by my cock, towards her clearly wet hole. Still on autopilot, I acceded and pushed my Dad's fat cock in to the hilt. Kelly yelped as I hit home and then, the side of my Dad that I had never seen, the raw basic animal took over. I felt my hips ramming forward harder than I ever thought possible. The sideboard shook with each thrust and I felt my hands grasping violently at Kelly's awesome boobs and then as I felt the climax returning, I saw my hands slapping harshly at her tiny and firm bottom. Red hand prints appearing immediately in the quivering flesh as all of my weight was pile driving my cock home with each thrust. It was sex like I had never imagined before but I could sense Kelly's pure delight at being `owned' by such a powerful and virile man. The intensity of this sex meant that Kelly hit her orgasm quickly and as her yelling reached its zenith, my balls exploded and filled her with my cream. I collapsed forward, smothering her childlike frame and the panting from both bodies filled the air. Deep inside my father's mind, I felt like I was at in a corner, knees to my chest, weeping. This was an ugly side of this ability and at 15, it was just a little too much to take. Luckily, as Kelly left, I had the foresight to make her forget the last half an hour and as the door closed on her, she posted her little note under the door. I was in a complete daze. I took some tissues, cleaned the floor of the copious amounts of cum that had poured from Kelly's cunt then I grabbed the discarded robe and walked upstairs to gather my own clothes. I returned to my own form as I went up to my Dad's room and as I saw myself in the mirror, the tears were in free flow down my face. I think it was at that point that I found true acceptance of my situation. I would never have any semblance of a normal life ever again. Nothing would ever be sacred to me and I knew I had to change my whole way of thinking. I had to lose emotions. I had to realise that my difference from the rest of humanity would soon stand out if I didn't approach it another way. I had no idea what that other way was, but I knew I had to find it, fast! Later that evening, I went to dinner with Dad and Kelly. It was a nightmare to hide my nausea as my mind was plagued by the vision of my own father's fat cock stretching her tight pussy and seeing his hand slapping her perfect bum. The emotions in my head went in all directions from lust, shock, hate and envy. Don't even ask me to explain that. Quite simply, I can't! As I arrived home that evening, `Richard's' email had a `1' next to it. I opened an email from Jax and she was over the moon that I wanted to visit. She suggested a hotel close to her house which was also close to the bus station and she said that she would set something up with her friend so she could spend the whole weekend with me. This lightened my day, even though I knew it would have its own problems. I decided to focus on the weekend and instantly my heart warmed a little. I sent Pip an email saying I needed some time alone to clear my head and I was going to go away for the weekend. She replied almost immediately telling me that I always knew where she was if I needed her. With a little relief from my email session, I went to bed and slept soundly. The next few days were pretty uneventful and for the first time in a long time, I felt a certain level of normality. I went to the cinema to kill time and I was genuinely excited about my trip to Nottingham. On Friday afternoon, I took my heavy case to the bus station. Unlike most teenage girls going away for two nights, I had to pack extra clothes for the second person that I intended to be. I travelled as myself, deciding that I could change before I went to the hotel. McDonald had become a good place to change inconspicuously. I took my seat on the rapidly filling bus and watched out of the window. My daydream was disturbed by a woman's voice asking me if the seat next to me was taken. I turned and looked at the enquirer and was met with the smiling face of a woman who looked to be about 30 (30 exactly as it turned out). She looked to be a a little taller myself, very pretty and with shoulder length dark blonde hair with a hint of red. Her killer smile made me smile in return as I moved my handbag by way of an answer. From the moment she sat down, we started to chat about everything and anything. It felt incredible to have a normal conversation and I consciously resisted from making contact for as long as possible so I could learn about her in the `normal' way! After half an hour or so, my new friend laughed and I looked at her questioningly and she then stated the obvious, `We don't even know each other's names! I am Suzi Wright', she said, holding out her hand for that dreaded human contact! Despite the fact that I knew the contact would change everything, I still smiled as I remembered the last Suzi I had met. In Tenerife, that overbearing teenage drunk was as far removed from this elegant and funny Suzi as was ever possible. `I'm Lizze Campbell, pleased to meet you!' As our hands touched, I received the familiar rush of information but I had to stifle a gasp as Suzi's life hit my mind. She was also going to Nottingham for the weekend, but despite her cheery demeanour, she was going down there to break up with someone. She was about to split with her girlfriend. What's more, she was dreaming in her head that I would be a replacement! The odd thing is, before I found this out, I had realised that I was a little bit wet as I spoke to her and had found myself glancing at her body in her very slim fitting dress and constantly looking at her slightly tanned, nice cleavage with a little envy. I hid my shock well and we chatted like old friends for the rest of the journey. As we approached Nottingham City Centre, Suzi asked me when I was returning. We then realised that we were on the same bus coming back to Manchester. Suzi got a little over giddy at that prospect and then calmed herself a little and said that her weekend down here was not going to be a good one so she was looking forward to a happy return trip and then asked if we could share a sea again. I then worked on instinct, I leaned into her and kissed her gently on the lips. Suzi looked a little surprised and said, `Is that a yes?' I said nothing and leaned in and kissed her a little longer. This time she responded and for a briefest of moments, our lips parted and tongues touched just once. I pulled away and nodded. Apart for a short goodbye, not another word was said. Suzi handed me her business card and we went our separate ways. As I struggled with my heavy case to find a McDonalds I started to think about what I was doing. I was in Nottingham, going to see a hot 13 year old, looking like my brother, with the intention of revealing my true self, hoping that she wants to make love to me rather than my brother. Added to that, I had just copped off with a 30 year old beautiful woman, who lived close to me and who had already decided that she wanted me as a girlfriend. What the fuck had I become? The word `slut' sprang to mind! Was this Pips doing? Was this the true me? Did I feel guilty? Sadly, and inexplicably, I didn't feel an ounce of guilt! As I exited McDonald's as Richard, the case felt much lighter and I did suddenly regret bringing my dark pin suitcase! Hopefully, that would be my final error of judgement this weekend. I walked with a spring in my step to the hotel, this weekend was for me. Selfish attitude? Maybe! I checked into the hotel, went to the lovely room and carefully put my clothes away. I sent Jax a text message and went down to the bar of the hotel to wait for her. I sat with my diet coke (yes it is an addiction) and after about twenty minutes a grinning Jax appeared at the entrance to the hotel. When she saw Richard, she ran into my arms and gave me a huge hug. I immediately whispered to her to treat me as a brother while we were in the lobby, after all, she was thirteen and LOOKED thirteen and I was quite clearly an adult. I asked her if she wanted a drink but her eagerness to be with me was clear when she asked if we could take some drinks to the room instead. I took her hand and agreed. Of course the other reason I took her hand was to read her fully, something I had neglected to do last time. I spent a few seconds taking in every little detail of her and when I was satisfied, I handed her the key and told her to go on ahead to the room. I watched her lovely lithe body walk to the lift and tried to suppress the growing erection in my trousers. I closed my eyes and focussed on the thoughts of Jax and smiled to myself. There was good news in those thoughts, very good news! I asked the bartender for some chilled cans to take to the room and asked him to put the lot onto my bill. I took the carrier bag back to the room. As I approached my door, I noticed it wasn't closed properly so I called out to Jax as I entered. Silence. I entered, closed the door and saw the back of Jax head, sat on the settee. As I walked round, she turned to me and smiled. The smile was the only thing she wore. Her perfect little body, tanned from her holiday looked back at me and as she parted her legs I immediately spotted much moisture on her smooth pussy lips. I was instantly hard but instead of undressing, I leant forward as if to kiss her but as our lips were millimetres apart and her eyes closed to accept my kiss, I moved my head down and plunged my tongue deep into her hole. She groaned loudly with pleasure as I began to lap as her free flowing juices and she grabbed two handfuls of hair lest I should stop my oral attack. I had no intentions of giving up either of our pleasures and I pushed as deep as I could inside her wanting to empty her of any love fluid. Jax hit her orgasm very quickly and as she was in the throes of pleasure, I deftly undid my jeans, dropped them and my boxers and in one swift movement, I pulled Jax closer to the edge of the settee and slid my raging hard on deep into her teen cunt. Jax screamed her delight as I began a more vicious fucking in that hotel room. I soon realised that I was screwing Jax in the same animal way that my Dad was fucking Kelly just a few days earlier but I didn't care. My male hormones were taking over and it felt terrific. The pleasure for Jax never diminished and she was soon crying out a second orgasm and her tiny body shook with the tremors, her face contorted with feelings she had never experienced before. Her sheer joy was enough to push me over the edge and I felt my balls contract as I pumped my seed deep inside her. We both flopped on the couch, exhausted and giggling and soon found each other's lips and had our long awaited, passionate kiss. We kissed as I felt my cock begin to deflate but when I slipped from her stretched pussy, I moved lower again and saw our mixed juices flowing from her still open hole. I watched it dribble between the cheeks of her bum. I quickly lifted and spread her legs and waited for the juice to hit her rosebud and then I began to clean her up. The surprise was clear in her voice as my tongue first lapped and then prodded at her rear entrance but the surprise was replaced with moans of approval and her hand moved to her clit to work on her own third orgasm. With my super fast tongue and the blur of her own fingers, her next orgasm beat the others easily and by the time it was over, Jax was just shaking uncontrollably. I lifted her from the settee and took her into the bedroom. I wore just my shirt, top three buttons undone as we lay together in silence for a good half an hour, just holding each other and gently caressing each other with delicate fingertips. When we finally spoke, I decided that there was no time like the present for breaking my news. The way I felt for her and the amount that I wanted her as Lizzie, I decided to be blunt. `Jax, can I ask you a question?' `Course you can Rick! Anything!' `Do you like girls? I mean sexually?' Jax went silent and I could feel her nervousness. After a long pause she said, `I don't know how or why you said that but before I met you, I never really looked at guys. You were just so different!' I smiled and laughed a little. Never had a truer sentence been said! `Well, I am different Jax, very different and I want to share that with you' She looked at me, very confused so I pulled her on top of me and made her sit up. She smiled a slightly nervous smile as she looked down at my shirt covered chest and gave her bum a little wiggle on my soft cock. Now was the time. She would either freak out or this could work OK. I implanted a small thought of calm into her and yes I do realise this was cheating but hey, what would you have done? Jax looked deep into my eyes and then I began to change. She saw my hair start to change first from dark brown to blonde and spiky and her eyes went wide. Then I thought her eyes would pop out of her head as she felt the body beneath her begin to shrink to become a girl of similar size to herself. Her jaw dropped as if to speak and then snapped shut again. I broke the silence with, `Told you I was different!' Still unable to utter a word, Jax moved a shaking hand to my face to touch it, almost checking I was really there. I was tempted to growl at her and snap at her hand but that may have given her a heart attack. Instead I merely kissed her fingers. This at least brought a nervous half smile to her face. Her next move surprised me. Both hands moved to the remaining shirt buttons which were fastened and while still looking into my eyes, she slowly opened each of them. When the last one was opened, her eyes looked at me questioningly. I just nodded and smiled again. Jax pulled open my shirt to reveal my heavy breathing chest and clearly excited tits. Her wildly trembling hands moved to my chest and held each of my small boobs for a second and then she pulled them away and wrapped them round herself and began to cry, softly at first but then it broke into a totally confused, heartbreaking sob. Her upset was so great, I could not spend the time trying to explain so I sat up, wrapped my arms around her and passed my thoughts into her. I didn't pass on everything, just a little about my ability but mainly how I felt about her. This had an almost immediate effect. With her head on my shoulder the sobbing stopped and I could feel her still confused brain struggling to take grasp of the situation. Over a few minutes she calmed down a little and I rolled her off me and onto her back. I gave her a little peck on the lips and asked her to follow me. She stood off the bed and I took in her beauty through my own eyes for the first time. I know this sounds a bit big-headed but her little body was so much like mine and it looked so much like perfection that I wanted her there and then but I also didn't want to scare her any more so soon. I took her little hand, still trembling and led her to the shower. I could feel her fear of me but rather than just bend her mind with my own thoughts, I decided that I needed her to want me by herself. There was only so much manipulation that I felt I could do to someone. The last thing I ever wanted was a puppet! I turned on the water and stepped in behind the glass screen. I held out my hand to Jax and she looked at it, then she looked my own body up and down. I didn't have to be touching her to sense the doubts. She looked into my eyes and I hope it was the emotions that she saw there which made her finally take my hand. She climbed slowly in with me and we both closed our eyes as we stood under the water flow. I reached for the liquid soap and filled my hands with the pink gel. I turned Jax around and gently began to soap her back. My soft feminine touch made her visibly relax a little and when I asked her to turn around, she did so without hesitation. I took more gel and I actually got a little naughty smirk from Jax as my hands reached out for her front and began my soapy massage. As my hands caressed her nipples and tiny boobs, Jax bit her bottom lip and reached over to my shoulders for support. I slowly moved down her tight, flat belly and then let my right hand cup her most private area. I moved a soapy finger fully inside her and felt her nails dig slightly into my back as I washed inside her. I then pushed further back and began to rub another slippy, gel filled finger around her back door. The diiging nails went deeper as I pushed that finger past the resistance under the guise of washing. If it hadn't been for the running water, my own juices would have been clearly running down my leg at this point. I removed my fingers from her most private of areas and pulled Jax closer to me. I looked into her eyes, still a little red from crying and I let the next move be hers completely. I wasn't disappointed as she moved closer and our lips met. Tentatively at first but then, all of a sudden, the passion switch was most definitely turned on! We kissed hard and fast and Jax took a whole load of shower gel and began exploring my body with soapy hands. She avoided my bum but her slippy little fingers made up for that omission as she found my pussy. It was the first pussy she had ever touched besides her own but the way her fingers moved, it told me that she had certainly experimented with all different styles on her own. I didn't want to come as we stood in the shower as it was likely to be a huge one and I would probably collapse and break my neck so I turned off the shower and pulled Jax back to the bedroom. We didn't dry off, instead we laid the towels on the bed, I lay on top of them and I told Jax to sit on my face. She was so horny right now that she didn't hesitate and was soon lowering her divine pussy onto my waiting mouth. As my tongue began to hit the mark, she collapsed forward so her own face was just a foot my aching hole. I didn't expect her to do the same to me and frankly, I didn't care. I, Lizzie, was licking at the body that had obsessed me since Tenerife and my own taste buds were enjoying this incredible thirteen year old. I was in heaven. However, when I felt those first tentative tongue strokes around the lips of my own pussy, I instantly hit my climax. This spurred her on even more and as I shook with the orgasm, Jax ploughed her tongue deeper, relishing the extra flow from me. I added two fingers to the sweet hole in front of me, determined to give Jax as much pleasure as I was experiencing and soon the room was filled with stereo female shouts as Jax hit her fourth orgasm of the day and I hit my second as a female. Unable to take any more, Jax climbed off me and came up to share more kisses. We tasted each other as our lips explored all of our partner's face and we soon drifted off to sleep. When I awoke, I was truly happy. For the first real time, I thought I had made love to someone on equal terms. I placed a hand on the sleeping head of Jax to read her thoughts, sure that she was happy about it. I was wrong. Her fear was not subsiding. Yes she enjoyed it and yes it had answered a lot of her questions but the only way I could make this work would be to control her mind and live yet another lie. I passed in a thought to keep her sleeping while I decided what was to be done. I went and sat on the settee. After nearly two hours of deliberation and torment, I walked over to the bed and looked down at this angelic vision laying naked, vulnerable and oh so beautifully on my bed. My finger traced up the slit of her pussy, across her divine belly and then over her tiny but firm left breast and up to her pretty lips. I then brought the finger to my own lips and kissed it. With tears in my eyes I passed new thoughts into her head. Her confusion of her sexuality was clear to me. She did prefer girls but my own influence in Richard and led to our sex together in Tenerife. Her new thoughts would still remember Lizzie but not here and not now. Lizzie would be a Tenerife memory but her email for Lizzie would not work. Everything with Richard would be real and I would become Richard before she awoke. After I leave, she would be aware that Richard has a girlfriend in Manchester but she will not be angry with that. After Richard leaves, she can decide for herself which sex she prefers. That could not be of my doing. I passed all of the thoughts carefully and when I was satisfied, I dried my eyes, kissed her lips one last time as myself, caressed her body lovingly, sad at what might have been and then changed back into Richard. We spent the next day making love and I already felt Jax trying to decide which she preferred. Was it to be a nice big male cock or did that sexy blonde girl on holiday make her feel better? I am pretty sure that she preferred the Lizzie experience which made me even sadder. As Jax left my hotel on the Sunday afternoon, we said our sad farewells and I knew I was saying goodbye to something special but I was happy that I had put her feelings before my own and I was confident that I had helped rather than hindered her. She will make someone very happy in the future. I closed the hotel door and closed that chapter of my life. I arrived early at the bus station for my return trip to Manchester as `Lizzie with the massive suitcase'. Suzi was already waiting for me and we greeted with a pleasant little kiss. I felt the butterflies immediately and smiled a genuine smile. I hoped this chapter would be better! Chapter 10 coming soon!!!!!