Date: Thu, 07 Mar 2002 13:55:30 -0500
From: Jane Steele <janesteele10@hotmail.com>
Subject: Flirting Can Be Hazardous 3:Who's in Charge Now?

Flirting Can Be Hazardous to Your Health, Part 3: Who's In Charge Now?

By Jane Steele

To those who emailed me asking for part 3, I apologize for being so long in
getting this installment to you.  I hope you all enjoy reading it as much
as I enjoyed writing it.

Jane
janesteele10@hotmail.com
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Ken

	I awoke to the morning sun coming in through the French doors that
lead out to the balcony.  Slowly I floated up to consciousness from a deep
restful sleep.  I smiled as I remembered how Mark had made wonderful love
to me last night.  Without opening my eyes I felt around the bed for him,
but I was alone.  The disappointment of finding myself alone brought my
real memories crashing in on me.  I wasn't a young woman in love, I was a
man who's wife had forced him to exchange bodies with his girlfriend.  Even
as I thought this I found I was still disappointed that Mark had left me in
the night.  As I went over last nights events a suspicion came to mind that
Sandy and Kristy had set me up by taking me to a club they knew Mark
frequented.  After Kristy had carried my wife up the stairs in her arms
they had sure been loud with their lovemaking.  I was jealous and turned on
all at the same time.  Damn it all to hell, why did Sandy do this to us?
Being a man in a woman's body is so confusing.

	I got up and stepped into the bathroom.  I brushed through my long
brown hair, washed my face trying to avoid my distracting reflection in the
vanity mirror.  When I finished getting my makeup off I took stock of my
new body, from my pretty face down to my neatly trimmed pubic hair.  My
large full and firm breasts accentuate my slightly tanned slender body.  I
cupped my perfect tits in my small hands and felt their weight as I lifted
them a bit.  I felt satisfaction at having such a sexy pair of tits.  I
slid my thumb and forefinger up the conical shape of each of my tits to my
large brown nipples and rolled them gently between thumb and finger.  Oh
wow that felt so gooood...  I close my eyes as I enjoy the feelings flowing
from my large breasts.  But the male part of my mind pushed those feminine
thoughts to the back of my head.  Back in the bedroom I slipped on a pair
of Kristy's panties and a short sheer robe.  I needed a cup of coffee so I
went downstairs and got some started.  My large breasts jiggle under my
robe, keeping my nipples erect.  After only a day as a woman this body
still feels very alien to me.  It jiggles and sways in the most distracting
ways.  I was reading yesterdays paper and half way through my first cup
when I heard Sandy coming down the steps.  She was looking for her morning
coffee as well.  Sandy was wearing a short blue satin nightie and her nice
breasts jiggled as she walked toward the coffeepot.

"Good Morning honey," she said to me as she poured her coffee and then sat
down at the breakfast nook table with me.  "What an evening and night that
was!"

"Yes, I can say I have never been picked up by a man at a club before.  In
fact, many of the things that happened last night at that club were a
first."  I agreed.

"Yep, you sure seemed to hit it off with Mark and he has really the hots
for you, or rather Kristy.  Of course he thinks you are her."  Sandy
laughed "You two had a good time not only at the club but here and he
stayed with you until about 6:30 this morning.  I saw his car pull out of
the drive about then."

"Yeah, you know I couldn't control my urges when I met him.  I bet you and
Kristy planned that "chance" meeting between Mark and I last night."  I
said.  Why were Sandy's nipples so rock hard right now?

"Well, we thought it was a good idea for you to meet a man just so you'd
know what it was like."  She smiled as she stated what I had
suspected. "And from the looks of it you had a blast with Mark."

"Talk about me and Mark!  I thought Kristy was going to make love to you
right there on the dance floor. And when we got home she was all over you
and you were encouraging her.  Damn it Sandy, I went to sleep listening to
you begging her to fuck you harder and deeper.  I'd say you are the ones
who had the best time."  I said angrily.

"Now it's my turn to say I couldn't help myself.  She did drive me crazy
last night, she is so strong and that big cock.  Plus damn it, she knows
just what a woman wants.  But this punishment for the two of you might be
getting out of hand.  She wants me to call her Ken now and for me to call
you Kristy.  It's all so confusing when I am with her." Sandy says.

"Then change us back now, before this goes any further..." I was
interrupted by Kristy coming into the kitchen.

"Good morning girls." She said in a booming male voice.  She was obviously
feeling good this morning.  She rubbed a strong hand across my shoulders.
Then she kissed Sandy on the forehead as she made her way to the coffeepot.
She was wearing a pair of my boxers and nothing else.  Damn she looked
great, her body was definitely mine but she looked like me on a good
fitness program.  She was truly buffed.  I wanted to look away but my
female body felt a strong sexual attraction to Kristy and was making me
think about her in ways I knew were going to cause me trouble later.  The
thin material of her boxers didn't do much to hide her large male
equipment.

"Good morning Kristy." I said and she shot me a frown.  Why did she look at
me that way?  Then I recalled Sandy saying Kristy wanted to be called by
Ken now.

Kristy pours herself a cup of coffee, "Sandy you were great last night.
That was the best sex I've ever had, maybe being a man isn't so bad."
Sandy enjoys the compliment and beams a smile at Kristy.  She winks at me
as she says this to my wife and I feel that strange mix of sexual arousal
and jealousy flow over me.

	Sandy gets up to pour herself another cup but Kristy intercepts
her, wrapping my wife up in her muscular arms.  With one hand on the
Sandy's firm ass and the other on her back Kristy pulls her close and
kisses her passionately.  Breaking the kiss she says, "Thanks again for
last night you sexy sweetheart."  Sandy virtually melts into Kristy's arms
and she runs her hands over Kristy's manly body.  Then placing both hands
flat on Kristy's chest she pushes her away.  "MMmmm..  Ken, I mean Kristy,
enough I have to take a shower and if you don't stop I'll be raping you
right here in front of my husband."

	Watching this play out I was surprised to find my right hand
between my legs gently rubbing my little clit.  My pussy was slippery and
wet from seeing Kristy man handle my wife this way.  Kristy doesn't
immediately turn Sandy loose but holds her as she says, "You can call me
Ken honey.  After all don't I look like him now?  And if I look like him,
then doesn't that make me your husband now?"  Kristy looks over at me and
further says, "That sexy babe over there sure doesn't look like your
husband and he damn sure wasn't acting like it last night."  My face must
have turned red at that because she laughed and Sandy smiled.

"No I don't think my husband would have slept with Mark and much less
enjoyed it so much." Sandy teased.  "Now enough of this I have got to go
shower."  With that she pulled away from Kristy and went up stairs.  Kristy
stood there for a moment smirking at me and then came over to sit at the
table with me.  As soon as she sat down, I got up and went back to the
counter near the coffeepot, pretending to top of my cup.

"What??  Don't tell me you are mad at me." She asked.  I shot her a look
she would have no trouble understanding as anger.  "Come on, what is it?  I
don't want you to be mad at me."  She said getting up and standing in front
of me.  With her standing so close I was having trouble keeping the angry
look on my face.  She was so finely muscled with less hair on her gorgeous
male body than I had.  I shook those distracting feminine thoughts out of
my head.

"I have two, no wait, three good reasons to be mad at you."  I said.

Quickly, she replied, "So tell me, lets work them out."

"Well, first of all you and Sandy conspired to get me together with Mark."
I told her.

"Hehe, ok maybe we did set you up for an evening at the club with Mark.
But we didn't force you to have sex with him." She grinned at me as she
stated this.

"You knew I wouldn't be in any shape to resist his advances.  Between the
wine and this over sensitive female body I now have.  I was setup and
trapped."  I answered.

"I can understand that, I'm unable to resist anything in a skirt now.  I
get an erection just being near you or Sandy." Kristy said.

"And that's number 2, you are fucking my wife!  It's different for you to
try to screw me, but you slept with my wife all night and damn it to hell
she had a great time with you."  I was having to hold back the tears now.
Why was I so emotional?  These damn female hormones and the instincts of
this body were forcing me to act and react like a woman.

"Look, you couldn't help yourself with Mark, and I can't resist Sandy.  Its
not all me, she wanted me to make love to her last night and I obliged her.
Think about it, I look like a perfected version of Ken, your old body and
she fell in love with you in your old body.  I'm bigger, stronger, better
looking than you were plus I have a 9-inch dick with the sex drive and
stamina of 3 or 4 men.  Doesn't it follow that she is going to be attracted
to me, who knows she may have other deeper feelings?  I'm sorry if it hurts
your feelings but here is something else to think.  That was my boyfriend
you were fucking last night.  And you are a perfected version of the old
me.  Maybe that doesn't make us even but it does work both ways." Kristy
said.

"Damn it Kristy, I know.  It's all so confusing to me.  But after watching
you try to get Sandy to call you Ken made me feel like, and this is point
number 3.  It made me feel like you are trying to replace me as Sandy's
husband.  To not only exchange bodies but to exchange lives with me. "  Now
a few tears rolled down my cheeks.  Kristy saw this and took me in her big
strong arms to try to comfort me.  Having her embrace and hold me next to
her big male body made me feel safe and small.

"Look, we don't know how long this exchange will last.  It may be a few
days, weeks or months.  Hell it might be permanent.  I want to experience
as much of being a man as I can while I can.  Why don't you do the same?
You are a drop dead gorgeous and sexy woman.  You are so much prettier than
I was, and those tits.  Yours are natural and you know I had implants.
Enjoy it while you can!" she said trying to cheer me up.  I had to admit
that she had a point.  Who knows if I would ever have a chance to find out
what life as a woman would be like.

"I guess you are right Kristy.  It is a once in a life time chance or maybe
never in a life time."  I smile up at her as I placed my hands on her
nearly hairless muscular chest.  The tips of my fingers played teasingly
with her overly large male nipples.  I guess they are holdovers from her
once big nipples and tits.  Her hands slip down to cup my small round ass
cheeks.  And she looks down to my fingers caressing her nipples.

"All right you little sex kitten, you had better stop that or you are going
to make me rock hard.  I was already erect from being this close to you."
She says with a smile.

Instead of stopping, I lean down and take the left nipple in my mouth.  I
lick it roughly and then nibble it just enough to make her groan.  Before I
can move to the right one she puts a strong hand under each of my arms and
sits me up on the counter.  This puts us at eye level as she pulls my robe
off exposing my breasts to her hands and mouth.  Looking down I see her
massive cock making quite a tent in the front of her boxer shorts so I tell
her to drop them.  When she slips them off that wonderful cock bounces out
and points straight at my wet pussy.

"You like my big cock don't you?  Do you want me to fuck you with it?"
When I nod yes she says, "Here we need to get rid of these panties.  She
reaches down and literally rips the flimsy cloth with her strong hands to
get them off of me. With my right hand I grasp her rigid shaft and place
the head of it on my slick pussy lips.  I wrap my legs around her and try
to pull it into me, but she holds back.

"Come one, put it in me please."  I beg.

"Nope, we need to talk a bit first." She says.

"No..  I don't want to talk, just put it in."  I ask again.

"We aren't going to make love anymore unless you start calling me Ken and
you answer to Kristy."  She says.

"Ok, you did this to me yesterday.  I'll call you Ken and you can call me
Kristy while we make love."  I admitted.  It was a turn on to me but I
wasn't about to tell her.  While we talked she had pushed her cock into me
about an inch and was making 1 inch long strokes which were teasing me but
driving me wild for her to put it all in.

"No, that isn't what I mean.  You will go by the name Kristy until Sandy
changes us back and you will call me Ken until then." She orders.

"I can't do that, it will be like giving in to Sandy.  She wants me to be
punished by this exchange of bodies."  I say.  Kristy abruptly pulls her
delicious cock out of me and backs away a foot or two, leaving me sitting
on the counter.

"Ok, it's your choice.  I can always make love to Sandy, I bet if I went
upstairs and hopped in the shower with her, we'd be fucking in minutes.
And trust me, I'll have her calling me Ken before the end of the day."  She
turns to leave me alone in the kitchen but I stop her.

"Wait... don't go...  Ken.  I need you right now, please come back."  I
felt a hundred emotions as I gave in to her.  I was so worked up with
desire, but I felt humiliated because my sexual needs drove my submission
to her.  Also, part of me felt relief as I let my feminine self rule my
male mind.  As she walked back to my embrace she said, "What is it Kristy?
Do you want me to make love to you?  My wife, Sandy might not like me
fucking a sexy bitch like you."

She placed her cock head on my pussy lips once again and eased the entire 9
inches into me.  My heels were back on her muscular ass as she slowly
fucked me.

"One more thing Kristy, I know you love sex as a woman so don't try to hide
it from me anymore.  And I like being a big strong man, in fact it would
suit me if Sandy never changed us back.  I don't want to be a small weak
woman anymore.  The best part of being a man is this big dick of mine, look
down at it as I fuck that wet pussy of yours.  Doesn't it turn you on
Kristy?"  she taunts me.  Small whimpers and girlish moans escape my lips
as she tempts me with that marvelous cock.

I can barely talk with her huge cock pounding my pussy but I mange to say,
"Ken I can barely think right now...  uh uh uh..  oh Ken I'm going to cum!"
all my thoughts are on her cock as she drives it into my pussy in long
strong strokes, waves of pleasure wash over my body.  I cum over and over
as she keeps pounding me.  Finally she is holding me up by my ass cheeks as
I wrap my legs tightly around her.  With my back against one of the kitchen
walls, she pile drives her dick into me as she cums.  My pussy fills with
her sperm and it trickles out of me onto the floor.  Finally she sits me
down on the floor, but my knees are almost too weak to hold me up so I
cling to her masculine waist.

"Kristy you are a great fuck." She says smiling.

"Oh Ken," she smiles at that, "You drive me wild." I say.

"I better go check on my wife." She says and winks at me.  Little did
either of us realize that Sandy had watched us from the doorway as we made
love and had heard Kristy using sex to force me call her Ken.  She leaves
me alone to clean up the mess we'd made on the counter and floor of the
kitchen.  Wow, is anything ever going to be the same?  I ask myself.


Kristy

	I bounded up the stairs to check on my wife, Sandy.  My wife, wow
the sound of that sent thrills through my male body.  Only 24 hours ago I
had been a woman, but Sandy had changed all that.  Now I was a perfected
version of her husband Ken.  Damn how I loved being a man!  This tall
muscular body was so different from my soft female body.  I was now strong,
handsome and very much a man.  Having a large 9-inch cock that stays hard
most of the time was distracting but I'm learning to control my sexual
urges.  I had quite a buzz from just using my size, and cock to dominate
Ken into accepting her new role and name as Kristy and acknowledging me as
Ken.  After enough reinforcement sessions she might forget she used to be
Ken.  She is so sexy and I certainly enjoyed making love to her, so it
makes it much fun.  I smile to myself as I think how confused Kristy must
be right now.  I was confused yesterday also, but after spending several
hours last night making love over and over to Sandy, it became crystal
clear what I wanted.  It may be the male hormones driving me, or this body
influencing my former female mind.  But I realized very clearly that I
loved being male, that I wanted to stay male and I want Sandy as my wife
and Kristy as my girl on the side.  The trick is to get Sandy to not change
us back to our old bodies and to accept me as her husband (which I am well
on the way to accomplishing) and lastly for the two girls to accept that I
need both of them.  I think they are both getting jealous of each other
already.  That thought makes me laugh, a man and his wife both trying to
get my male attentions.  I step into Sandy and my bedroom and uh oh,
something is wrong with her.

 "What the hell were you doing fucking that bitch!?" she almost yells at
me.  Damn, I quickly close the door to keep Kristy from hearing this.

"Sandy, what do you mean?"  I try innocence first.

"You know damn well what I mean.  I saw you screwing her brains out in our
kitchen."  She says.  "And you were having a wonderful time with her.
You've only been a man a day but it sure didn't take you long to start
thinking with your dick."

"Sandy, honey you made me this way.  And that "bitch", you made her that
way too.  How could I resist her?" I moved over to sit by her at the foot
of the bed.

"And you want me to call you Ken?  How can I treat you like you are my
husband if you screw around on me at the drop of a hat, or pair of
panties?"  She asked.

I needed to do some fast-talking to keep Sandy and Kristy on good terms.
"Sandy, who is that down in the kitchen?  It's the old Ken, right?  And who
put Ken and I in this situation?  That was you.  The spell you put on us
requires us to act a certain way.  Please don't hate either of us for that.
I am Ken now, you made me this way and I can't help but want to be your
husband but you have to give all 3 of us some slack.  There are other
things that I can't help either.  And that is the sex drive the spell gave
me.  And being in the body you gave me, I won't have much trouble finding a
girl to please me.  I don't want to cheat on you but you have to understand
what this bodies needs are."  I explained.  On top of this, but I didn't
want to say it to her now, I wouldn't be surprised if I caught the new
Kristy and Sandy getting it on with each other.  Kristy is so attractive
and sensual its bound to happen sooner or later.  Of course, at the time I
didn't know it had already happened the day before.

"Ok Ken, I'll try to be more understanding but it helps to know you are
trying to be faithful to me." Sandy said as she kissed me. "Come get in the
shower with me.  Let me wash Kristy's pussy off of your marvelous cock."

She takes my hand and leads me to the shower.  Smiling at her I think how
well this turned out when it could have been a very sticky thing.  But it's
quite a rush to have two gorgeous women desire you and know that you can
control them with sex.  Sandy might have been in charge for a little while
but she made a mistake by making me the way I am.  She was in love with her
husband, and not only have I begun to replace him in her mind I am better
than he ever was.  At the end of the sex I know we are about to have I am
going to test her acceptance of me as the replacement and improvement of
her husband.


Sandy


I hold Ken's hand as I lead him to the bathroom.  I was so pissed at him
for openly fucking that slut but now I had calmed down.  Being around him
just seems to take my mind off of things that make me angry or tense.  It
may be that he is just so damn good looking.  And it sure helps that he has
such a big and always ready cock.  And he knows exactly how to drive me
wild with it.  Logically, I know that this isn't the man I married, that
man is now downstairs in a sexy slut body that I forced on him.  I also
know that the man here with me now used to be that very same woman.  But I
can't seem to connect that logic with the reality of what has happened over
the last 24 hours.  Last night he made love to me for hours and I came
until I lost count.  When he asks me to call him Ken and treat him like my
husband...  well it just seems so natural and the right thing to do.

I strip his boxers off and notice they are wet with his sperm from his
encounter with Kristy earlier.  I grasp his semi-hard cock and it's sticky
with their mixed juices.  Somehow its exciting knowing this cock was just
in her and that she used to be my husband.

"Come on you horny bastard, lets get Kristy washed off of this tool of
yours."  I say as I pull him into the shower by his big dong.  I soap it up
and rub it slowly from tip to his big balls and on cue he begins to harden
and grow in my hands.  He is amazing, able to get it up after screwing me
all night.  Then a session with Kristy only minutes ago and now he is rock
hard and ready.

"Do you like it Sandy?"  He asks. When I nod yes he says, "Hell of lot
bigger than the old Ken's cock isn't it?"

"At least two inches longer and wider but more important Ken is how often
you can get hard.  Maybe I should hire you out for stud fees."  I laugh as
I keep stroking it.  I rinse it off and kiss the head as a drop of precum
slips out of its tip.  We wash each other's bodies and caress for a while
then I ask him, "Dry me off and take me to the bed."

The towels hit the floor and he picks me up, carries me to the bed and
begins to slowly drive me wild again.  My mind is clouded with desire as I
ask him to screw me doggie style.  He uses his strength to flip me over on
my stomach and he lifts me up by my hips putting me on all fours.  I look
back at him standing at the foot of the bed with his cock in one hand, as
he is about to enter me from behind.  I wink at him and then wiggle my ass
at him as I lean back into him when he places his swollen cock on my hungry
pussy lips.  It seems like his cock is never going to stop entering me,
then I feel as if its going to come out my mouth it is so long.  Then Ken
begins to stroke it into me.  Soon we are swaying and bucking in unison as
he drives his huge pole into my pussy.  When he puts a finger on my clit
and begins to masturbate it like a tiny cock, my orgasms begin to explode
as shock waves across my body.  After my 3rd orgasm I feel the head of his
cock expand and I know he is about to cum in me.  I flip over on my back
because I want to see him when he cums and he pushes my heels up over his
shoulders.  Then he is cumming, his thrusts so powerful he lifts my ass off
the bed.  Then he lies down on top of me, breathing heavy and gently
kissing my neck.

"I love you Sandy." He says unexpectedly.  A small voice in the back of my
mind is saying, What?  This isn't Ken, this is a woman in his body! How can
she love you? But instead I feel joy that this wonderful hunky husband of
mine has just expressed that he loves me.  Without hesitation I find myself
saying.

"Oh Ken honey, I love you so very much."  We crawl up in the bed and
snuggle and slowly I drift off to sleep thinking to myself Damn Sandy you
have screwed things up royally now ...


Ken,

Later that afternoon I'm out by the pool working on my tan.  At first I
didn't think I could make myself wear this tiny bikini, but now I liked the
way I looked in it.  I happened to look up as one of the neighbor's
teen-age boys was looking at me through binoculars from an upstairs window.
I smiled and waved at him.  I think that nearly through him into shock.  He
must be about 15 and the sight of an almost naked woman probably has his
little pecker rock hard.  I found myself getting aroused knowing the little
fucker was thinking about me right now.  So I gave him a show.  Wow, am I
ever turning into a slutty bitch.  Isn't it a hoot?  He probably came in
his jockey shorts when I took my bikini top off and rubbed tanning oil on
my big tits.  I might regret it later but I am sure he was having fun
looking at me.  Who knows he might try to meet me.  Oh well...

Later Ken came out to catch some sun and took the lounger next to me.

Hi Kristy, getting some rays on those beautiful tits?" he asks.

"Hi Ken. Oh yeah, they seem a little pale and this sun feels so good. Where
is Sandy?" I asked.

"She is taking a nap, I kept her up late last night." He just grinned
knowing I understood he meant that he had made love to her all night.

"Ok.  Hey look at the neighbor's house, up in the second window from the
right.  See that boy watching us?"  I said.

"Where? Yeah, I see him, cute guy, and looks like he might be 14 or 15."
Ken answers.

"He has been watching me for the last 20 minutes.  I think he started
masturbating when I took my top off." I say.

"Oh so now I see why you took off your bikini top. " Ken laughs "You are
such a tease, I bet you just wanted to make the little bastard cum."

I just smiled at him knowing what he said was the truth.  Taking my bottle
of tanning oil he tries to spread some on his body but I sit up and take
the bottle from him.

"Lay back handsome." I order.  I squirt oil on his chest and rub it in
slowly and as sensually as I can.  I smile when I see his nipples harden.
I glance down at his the crotch of his swim trunks to see if he is getting
erect, yep he has a big boner already.  "You are amazing, did you realize
that?"

"What do you mean?"  He asks, truly seeming to be puzzled.

"Just look at the way you have accepted and gotten used to being a man.
I'm still having trouble getting used to such a huge change.  Hell, you
seem like you relish every little thing about being a man.  Even the things
I took for granted when I was Ken."  I explain.

"Well, here is why.  I love the feeling of power, strength and virility my
new male body gives me.  As Kristy I was soft, weak and small, I hope that
doesn't offend you.  To be this tall, strong and so very male in comparison
to my former life as a woman is almost like taking a drug that keeps me
high all the time.  Of course I miss some things about being a woman, like
those gorgeous breasts and looking pretty and sexy.  But that is far out
weighed by the sense of power I have as a man."  He says.

Then the cordless phone sitting on the little table between our loungers
rang.  I had oil all over my hands so Ken answered it.

"Hello...  Oh hi Mark." Ken says.  Damn its Mark, I don't really want to
talk to him.  I'm still upset he left me alone this morning without even a
goodbye.  The small voice in the back of my head that seems to be all that
remains of my manhood mumbles something about me acting just like a woman
with hurt feelings.  But damn it I can't help myself because the instincts
and urges of this body overwhelm any intentions I had of not acting like a
woman.

"Yeah...  we all had a great time last night.  Sandy and I were glad we ran
into you since we had Kristy with us.  Yes she is here with me by the pool.
Sure you can talk to her but hold on a sec, she has oil on her hands."  Ken
says.

"I don't want to talk to him."  I state flatly, but I wipe the oil off my
hands on my towel.

Ken mutes the phone and says, "Come on, talk to him.  You know you really
want to, I think he wants to take you out tonight.  You should give him a
chance, he is really nice guy, I should know since I dated him for 3
months."

"Ok, hand me the damn phone."  I say giving in.  "Hello Mark."

"Hi sweetheart, why didn't you want to talk to me?"  Mark says.

"Well how about this?  You got what you wanted from me last night and then
didn't even wake me to say goodbye when you sneaked out of my room this
morning."  I said, sounding just like a woman with hurt feelings.

"Kristy, you know how feel about you.  Yes I got what I wanted last night
and you were fantastic.  But I had to be at work at 7:00 this morning.  You
were sleeping so soundly I couldn't bring myself to wake you.  But I looked
down at your beautiful form as you slept and kissed you on the forehead.
Maybe I should have left you a note."  Mark said, making me feel like a
bitch for getting on to him.

"Yes a note would have helped Mark.  I was so disappointed when I felt
around the bed for you and you were gone."  I complained.

"Ok sweetheart, let me make it up to you by taking you to a nice place I
know for dinner.  I like Ken and Sandy but I'd love to spend some time
alone with you." He said.  Damn this female body, but my heart leaps as he
compliments me and asks me out.

"I don't know Mark.  I may stay here with Sandy and Ken." I say.

"Please Kristy, you won't regret it." He begs.

"Ok Mark, what time?" I give in.

"I'll be by there at 6:00 to pick you up.  I can't wait to see you again.
Bye Kristy"

"Ok, see you at 6, bye."

Ken is smiling at me as I set the phone back on the table.

"What?" I ask.

"I'm amazed at how much you act like the old me.  I would have made him beg
me to go also.  But I am glad you accepted his offer.  You need to enjoy
your time as a woman while you can.  As I said this morning, Sandy might
decide to change us back at anytime."  Ken said and closed his eyes to soak
up some sun.

I lay there thinking about that.  What if she never changes us back.  Could
I accept being Kristy the rest of my life?  There are things about being
Kristy that aren't so bad.  The sex life is fantastic but I worry about
becoming addicted to it.  This female body is so sensually alive and I've
come to love having such perfect breasts.  If she changed me back right now
would I be queer or bi-sexual and still attracted to men?  And could Sandy
ever be satisfied again with me back in place of the Ken she now has with
my smaller cock less muscular body?  And where is this thing with Mark
going?  What if Sandy changes us back while I am out with Mark?  What would
he think if his sexy date sudden started turning into a man?

To Be Continued...

Jane