Date: Tue, 26 Sep 2000 12:16:24 GMT
From: Carolyn Collins <carol__collins@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Spy Swap" (TG) by Carol Collins

Spy Swap
by
Carol Collins

Part 1

	The beautiful scantily clad redhead teenager stood
poised on the diving board as she waved at her sixty two
year old Greek Banker companion. Her designer made green
bikini consisted of two tiny triangles of thin silk covering
the prominent pink nipples on her gravity defying cone
shaped C cup breasts. Another pair of wispy silk triangles
concealed the tiny red patch of pubic hair, vagina and cleft
between the prominent cheeks of her very shapely bottom. Her
normally pale skin had become tanned from her month long
stay on the Island of Corfu. Her green eyes were gleaming as
she smiled and waved to her elderly lover before diving into
the pool of clear blue water.
	Nickalus Damansis, an extremely wealthy and powerful
international banker smiled as Gretchen Dorfman's curvy body
slipped into the cool water of the swimming pool. He had
been one of the judges at the Miss Europe Beauty contest,
where he had met the luscious redhead from eastern Germany.
She had actually made a play for him, even though he was
over forty years older than she. How could he say no to such
a gorgeous and youthful creature. Gretchen had been a runner
up in the contest and had returned to Greece with him for an
indefinite period of time. For over a month, he had had wild
and very satisfying sex with the beauty contestant.
	Nickalus sipped his wine and watched as Gretchen slowly
climbed the steps at the end of the pool. The rays of
sunlight glistened in each and every droplet of water,
making it appear as if she were covered in diamonds that
either clung or ran down the curves of her five foot six
inch nearly nude body. Nickalus felt a stirring in the
confines of his swim trunks. "Aw, yes," he thought, "there
is nothing like having a young beautiful girl to bring out
the youth in an old man!"
	Gretchen put a little extra movement in the swiveling
of her hips as she came closer to the Grecian banking
tycoon. She sat on his lap and wiggled her shapely round
bottom. Her reward was the feeling of a stiffening penis
beneath her. Gretchen placed her slim arms around his neck
and gently kissed her elderly lover's lips. She parted her
own lips when his tongue slipped into her mouth.
	Nickalus and Gretchen moved to the privacy of their
extremely large and luxurious bedroom. He was out of his
trunks and lying on the bed waiting for his partner to join
him within seconds. Gretchen had learned to make him wait to
build the level of excitement. Nickalus never tired of
seeing the beautiful redhead peeling her clothing from her
exquisite form. She was absolutely perfect.
	Gretchen's nipples were so pink! So succulent! So large
and pointed! Nickalus's mouth watered as he studied her body
for about the ten thousandth time. He knew that he really
should have insisted that she win the contest. The other
judges would not have dared go against his wishes. However,
he had actually arranged for Gretchen to loose the contest
so that she could accompany him back to his home in Greece
instead of assuming her year long duties as Miss Europe. He
was accustomed to getting what he wanted. He was selfish and
had done what he thought was best for him. He wanted the
teenage redhead free to be his plaything. Little did he
realize that Gretchen knew exactly what he had done.
	The fraulein turned her shapely bottom toward her
elderly lover as she pushed the scrap of green silk cloth
down over her cute tush. The faint bikini suntan lines and
the way she was standing emphasized the curvature of her
bottom. Nickalus's penis was standing at it's full height as
she turned to face him.
	Gretchen climbed onto the satin covered king size bed
and straddled his slightly overweight body. She grinned down
at him as she settled herself down onto his rigid tool. He
watched his young lover's facial expression as she sank down
completely engulfing him. He had never made love with anyone
so beautiful. "Perhaps," he thought to himself, "I should
ask this girl to marry me. Even if it turns out that she is
after my money, I can afford it. Besides, the sex would be
worth it!"
	Gretchen began rising and falling. The rhythmic
movements began with gentle motions, but built up to a bed
shaking crescendo as both participants reached a mutual
climax. Their perspiration coated bodies lay in each other's
arms as their breathing and heart rates returned to a normal
pace. They cuddled each other for several minutes as each
indulged their private thoughts. If Nickalus had only known
what was going through the head of the pretty redhead, he
would have ran from the room.
	The couple's thoughts were interrupted by the ringing
of the private telephone in the bedroom. Nickalus knew that
it was important. It was the bank wanting him to
electronically authorize the transfer of funds to a Swiss
account. Nickalus was feeling so relaxed after the fabulous
sexual activities, that he decided to use the computer in
the bedroom without asking Gretchen to leave the room.
	Gretchen moved behind the elderly man as he input his
special passwords and she nibbled on the side of his neck.
Her green eyes flashed as she memorized the access codes. It
had taken a month to get the secret passwords, she had
planned all of this to get the codes that would allow her
and her organization complete freedom to raid the Greek
banking system of most of it's wealth. Hundreds of millions
of dollars were now within her delicate grasp.
	Later that night, while going out to dinner at one of
Corfu's exclusive restaurants, Nickalus met with a fatal
accident. His Rolls Royce convertible ran through a guard
rail and off a cliff, plunging over a hundred feet into the
sea. Luckily for his young dinner companion, she was able to
leap to safety as the automobile crashed through the guard
rail. At least, that was the official story filed in the
accident report.

					*****

				Two Months Earlier

	Yuri Chomenko was born seventy two years ago in the
city of Omsk in the Union of Soviet Socialist Republic. A
checkered early career in various government agencies,
followed by a meteoric rise in the ranks of the KGB left him
with the rank of Major in the secret police of the Soviet
government by the time that the Soviet Union disintegrated.
Chomenko, a devious and despicable little man with no
regard for Human life, had been in charge of the East German
KGB office where he had been responsible for arrests,
interrogations, tortures and executions. He had made many
enemies and had been in hiding in one of the old KGB medical
research facilities in eastern Germany when Doctor Hartz's
memory sharing experiment had finally proven to be
successful. The ability to swap the minds of two people had
opened up a means of escaping the wheels of justice for the
now frail but still very evil seventy two year old man.
	Chomenko, and his small team of agents, scoured the
country to find the perfect person for him to switch places
with. An important person of power and wealth was the first
choice, but they all had body guards. A redheaded beauty
contestant named Gretchen Dorfman was finally selected
because of the fact that Nickalus Damansis was to be a judge
in the Miss Europe Contest in a couple of weeks. It was
common knowledge that the horny old Greek had a weakness for
pretty redheads and Gretchen Dorfman was a contestant. Yuri
could have sent another agent in the young redhead's body,
perhaps even Olga, his one remaining female agent, but he
did not trust anyone with the bank password codes. They
might become greedy, transfer the money into their own bank
account and never come back.
Gretchen Dorfman was kidnapped one dark evening,
brought back to the research facility, strapped down on one
of the two couches in the laboratory, electrodes were
attached to her head and a switch was thrown. Blackness came
over the young woman as she felt as if her mind was spinning
out of control. When she revived, she felt as if she were
dreaming. An older man in a white lab coat and a pretty
brunette with long hair was helping her body to stand beside
the other laboratory couch. She looked down to find that her
body was now old, shriveled and male. She screamed in a
crackling voice just before she fainted. She was not allowed
to reawaken.
	The news media carried the story of how the body of
Yuri Chomenko, the ex-head of the East German KGB, had been
found floating face down in the Elbe River. Many of the
citizens of the re-unified Germany celebrated the passing of
the evil tyrant who had been responsible for much Human
suffering for so many of the years of communist rule. Little
did they realize that the sadistic old man now had a new
lease on life in the body of a gorgeous teenage girl.
	Yuri/Gretchen lay back on the bed in his black silk
lingerie as Olga entered the room. He had first felt highly
disoriented in the body of the young female, but now was
full of energy. He had not felt this good in many years.
Having such a luscious feminine body was completely new,
however. He could almost feel the female hormones coursing
through his teenage body. He still retained all of his own
memories. He could remember being a little boy growing up in
Russia and the battles of World War Two. He remembered
raping many of the attractive German women during the battle
for Berlin. He remembered that if any German men tried to
stop the rape of their women folk, he had shot them in cold
blood. He remembered all of this very vividly in addition to
all of the years as head of the KGB office, plus he had
shadowy images of growing up as a redheaded girl in
Communist East Germany as well.
Yuri/Gretchen felt some sexual urges stirring in his
young feminine body as he looked at Olga's attractive face.
He had had the twenty five year old agent give him oral sex
on many occasions during the time that he was running the
East German KGB organization. He had always appreciated
Olga's buxom figure. Now, his pretty green eyes swept up and
down the voluptuous body that Olga had hidden beneath her
coat and other clothing. He asked, "Did you see the news on
television? Disposing of my old carcass was a good move,
they all believe that I am dead. I am free to continue in
this body until I tire of it. Then, we will procure another
for me to inhabit. I can go on this way forever. If you play
your cards right, Olga, I shall let you do the same.
Immortality! Can you imagine?" A strange expression flashed
across his deceptively pretty face as he added, "Olga, be a
good girl and take off your clothing."
	Olga looked to see if her boss was serious. It was
difficult for her to equate the gorgeous teenager lounging
on the bed in her black silk brassiere and panties as her
evil old supervisor. She did, however, recognize the gleam
in the eyes as being that of Yuri Chomenko. Even in his
current form, Olga knew better than to disobey her boss.
	Yuri/Gretchen smiled as he watched the now older female
agent removing her black leather coat. She wore a blue
woolen sweater and a black wool skirt that ended at her
shapely knees. Black leather high heel boots ended just
below her knees. Olga nervously peeled the woolen sweater up
over her head, letting her long brunette hair fall back
around her shoulders and revealing her blue cotton blouse.
She saw that the young redhead was smiling as she unbuttoned
her blouse and removed it. Olga's DD cup breasts strained
the cups of her white satin brassiere as she bent to remove
her dark wool skirt.
	Yuri/Gretchen was becoming even more excited as he
watched the twenty five year old and very shapely female
agent disrobing. He had always found her body exciting but
had been too old to properly respond. His old and shriveled
penis had required prolonged oral sex in order for him to
reach an erection and orgasm. Now, he had no penis, but felt
many of the same sensations of sexual excitement as he saw
the shapely woman in her sexy white satin brassiere,
matching white satin garter belt, white satin bikini
panties, smoke gray nylon stockings and high heel black
leather boots.
	Sexy lingerie was standard issue to all attractive KGB
female agents. They never knew when they would be called
upon to use their bodies to sway a potential informant. Many
men had been induced to betray their country by a sexy KGB
female spy. Yuri/Gretchen's nipples stiffened as he
remembered that KGB training included the correct techniques
to seduce anyone of the same sex. Olga had been taught how
to seduce lesbians as well as men. The redhead could feel
the crotch of her black silk panties moistening as she
thought of the brunette's talented tongue.
	Yuri/Gretchen gazed into Olga's big blue eyes and said,
"Seduce me. I want to see how responsive this body is. And,
I want my first experience to be with a woman."
	Olga slowly moved to sit beside the teenager on the
bed. She actually preferred women to men. "At least," she
thought to herself, "this is better than having to suck his
dried up old cock!" Olga leaned forward to press her lips to
the full red lips of her boss. After a couple of tender and
slow kisses, her tongue entered the mouth of the teenage
redhead. Olga found herself enjoying herself as her hands
moved to caress the black silk covered cone shaped breasts.
	Yuri/Gretchen lay back and surrendered to the flood of
sensations that swept through his new body. He was enjoying
the ministrations so much that he did not know when Olga
unhooked his brassiere. He was, however, totally aware of
when the brunette's lips wrapped around one of his big pink
nipples and began to apply suction. It was as if his female
body took on an electrical charge as Olga licked and sucked
his swelling nipple. Olga switched to his other nipple as
her fingers dipped into the front of his black silk panties
and found his clitoris. He experienced his first female
orgasm within thirty seconds.
	Yuri/Gretchen lay back on the bed trying to get control
of his breathing as Olga slipped his panties down over his
smooth shapely legs. He heard his new voice making a yelping
sound as the female KGB agent's tongue penetrated his labia
and assaulted his clit. Olga used every trick she knew to
bring the young redhead to a series of intense orgasms. Even
she was surprised at the orgasmic response from her
transformed boss.
	Yuri/Gretchen and Olga spent several hours exploring
the reactions of his new body to sexual stimulus. He had
never felt such satisfaction. He was so excited, he went
down on Olga for the first time. They finished up on the bed
doing a sixty nine. Olga wore only her white satin garter
belt and smoke colored nylon stockings as she straddled the
younger redhead. She settled her own dripping crotch onto
the teenager's gorgeous face as she drove her own face into
the juicy red haired pussy of her boss. After them being
together for many years, Olga had her first orgasm with Yuri
Chomenko.
	Over the next couple of days, Yuri/Gretchen  practiced
having sex with some of the other male KGB agents. Even
though they all knew who the beautiful teenager really was,
they still were able to rise to the occasion when their boss
removed his clothing and strutted his glorious feminine body
in front of them in sexy lingerie or in the nude. Yuri
developed his female sexual techniques for pleasing a man.
He had some hazy memories from Gretchen's past and used them
to apply make up and behave as a natural girl as well as
having sex.
	Yuri/Gretchen returned to Gretchen's home before
leaving for the Miss Europe Beauty Contest. Gretchen's
family had been in a state of panic because she had been
missing for almost a week. They were so relieved that she
appeared to be okay, they failed to notice that her behavior
was different. In truth, their Gretchen would never return.
	At the beauty contest, Yuri/Gretchen made his play for
the rich Greek banking tycoon. He even found out that the
old banker had arranged for him to loose the contest so that
he could accompany the Greek back to his home on Corfu.
Damansis had played right into the ex-KGB agent's hands.
And, it resulted in the death of the lecherous old banker.

					******

	Gretchen relaxed on the bed in the mansion that she had
purchased just outside of Frankfurt, Germany, with her ill-
gotten funds. The silken sheets under her nude body sent
delicious sensations through her curvy body. Olga, also
nude, lay next to her. Both were still covered by a light
film of perspiration, the result of a very satisfying
lesbian sexual encounter.
	Gretchen had plundered the Greek banking system for
over eight hundred million US dollars! She had a Porsche and
a Mercedes setting in her garage. Her crew of ex-KGB agents
were now her personal body guards and servants. Still, with
all of this, Gretchen was not satisfied with her wealth. She
still had the same evil mind that Yuri Chomenko had used to
rise to the top of the KGB in East Germany. She still had
the burning need for power.
	Gretchen had learned that twelve thermonuclear warheads
were available on the black market. Her old connections with
the ex-Soviet military leadership had proven to be helpful.
Of course, the communications had been by secret coded
messages and the Generals did not know of Yuri's
transformation. They had heard of Chomenko's body being
found in the Elbe River and had assumed that he was dead.
Gretchen had withheld the news of the success of Dr. Hartz's
memory transfer machine from her old comrades. She had other
plans for his machine.
	With the nuclear weapons under her control, Gretchen
would be able to extort anything she wanted from the soft
consumer oriented capitalist countries. The United States
and Britain would be easy targets for her reign of blackmail
and terror. Her pretty face took on a look of pure evil as
she imagined the empire that she could build for herself
with her new power. There was only one catch. The Soviet
Generals wanted one billion US dollars for the warheads. And
the price was non-negotiable. Gretchen needed even more
money.
	Gretchen had found what she believed to be another
source for large amounts of illegal cash. A new computer
program had been written in the United States to manage
banking accounts and the twelve Federal Reserve Banks had
just adopted it to keep up with the American dollar. If she
could acquire a copy of the software and the access codes,
she would be able to siphon at least a billion dollars from
the American banking system. She had developed a plan to
carry out her evil desires.

					******

	Gary Richards stood in front of his bathroom mirror as
he shaved. His blonde hair was both turning gray and turning
loose. It was gray around the sides and slowly getting bald
on top. "I guess being forty nine has it's down side," Gary
thought to himself. Looking at the bright side, he grinned,
"Still, getting older beats the alternative!"
	Gary's gray eyes scrutinized his appearance in the
mirror. At least he was still a fairly good looking man. Six
foot tall and in relatively good physical condition. He was
divorced and living alone in his large California home. He
had a daughter, Jennifer Richards, that he loved and they
had a great father-daughter relationship. He had his own
computer software company and was financially secure. He
needed to be. His daughter's impending wedding was going to
be an expensive affair.
His company's money management software had been bought
by the twelve independent Federal Reserve Banks. Even he was
startled by the amount of money that he had been paid for
his company's software. His only indulgence, up till now,
was his souped up sports car. He was, however, considering
trading in his modified Mitsubishi 3000 GT for a Ferrari or
a Porsche. He could now afford it, if, his daughter's
wedding did not break his bank account.
	Gary arrived at the office to find another piece of
great news awaiting him. He had won a contest where the
first prize was an all expenses paid luxury vacation to
Germany. There were pictures of a palatial mansion outside
of Frankfurt where he would be staying for a week. The
mansion would be staffed with servants. A Porsche and a
Mercedes for his use were included. Gary sat back in his
chair and thought about the fact that his ancestors had
immigrated from Germany and that he had never visited there.
Having just sold the software to the Federal Reserve, he had
some time to kill before his company stated working on the
new programs. It was a month before Jennifer's wedding. He
would accept the prize and take a week off.
	Gary called his daughter to see if she could accompany
him on his vacation. Unfortunately, she had wedding
arrangements to make and other prior commitments. She would
not be free to go. He was between girlfriends and had no one
else that he wanted to ask. Gary called the number in
Germany and arrangements were made for his airline ticket.
He was pleased to hear that he would be flying across the
Atlantic ocean on the Concorde. The fleet of supersonic
aircraft were aging and this would be his first, and maybe
only, opportunity to fly faster than the speed of sound. He
hung up the phone and smiled as he thought about how
pleasant his first vacation in over ten years was going to
be. Little did he know!

					*****

	As Gary Richards disembarked his plane and entered the
terminal building of the Frankfurt International Airport, he
was greeted by two very beautiful women. One was a blue eyed
brunette with long flowing hair and was in her mid twenties.
She wore a blue silk dress that molded itself to her very
large breasts, narrow waist, wide hips and long legs that
were exposed up to her mid thigh. Dark stockings and pumps
with very high heels completed her ensemble. The other had
long red hair and green eyes. Her taller curvy figure was
barely covered in a green silk dress that revealed as much
as it covered. She also wore dark stockings and pumps with
very high heels on her small dainty feet. Both women had
every hair in place and were perfect examples of feminine
beauty.
	Gary was impressed by the gorgeous women as they
welcomed him to Germany and introduced themselves to him.
The brunette was Olga and the redhead was Gretchen. They
recovered his baggage and had it carried to the waiting S
class Mercedes sedan. Gary sat in the back seat with Olga on
one side and Gretchen on the other. If he was lucky, he
thought to himself, he would get lucky with one of the
beautiful frauliens before his vacation was over. The
chauffeur drove them out of the city and to the country
estate that Gary had seen in the contest brochure.
	The mansion was just as luxurious as the pictures in
the brochure had shown that it would be. He regretted the
fact that Jennifer had not been able to come on vacation
with him. She had told him, "Dad, you don't need a daughter
tagging along. Have some fun. Let go for a change. You never
do anything wild and crazy. Do something different for a
change."
	The two young women asked if he had eaten. He was
hungry, so they gave orders for a meal to be prepared while
they showed him around the estate. The house was almost a
palace! If he continued to make the kind of money he had
made this year, he figured that he could afford such a home
in about twenty or thirty years if he saved every penny. He
decided that his own home would have to do.
	The two women were friendly as they gave him the deluxe
tour. They purposely omitted the large basement of the
mansion. The memory swapping machine was set up down there.
Dr. Hartz, his daughter, Anna, and his assistants were ready
and waiting for their new victim.
	When the meal was set on the long massive walnut dining
table in the formal dining hall, Gary, Olga and Gretchen
entered the room. Gary was impressed by the gourmet meal
that awaited him. He sent his compliments to the chef when
he finally pushed himself away from the dining table. Olga
brought him an after dinner wine to sample. A few sips were
all that was required for him to slump to the floor as
consciousness slipped away.
	Gretchen called for the two strong men that were
waiting behind the door to the kitchen. They silently
entered the room, picked up the drugged American computer
programmer and carried him down the stairs to the basement
laboratory. There, they strapped him to one of the two lab
couches. Dr. Hartz attached the electrodes to his head and
gave him a quick inspection before moving to the other
couch.
	Dr. Hartz was nervous about this swap since his own
daughter, Anna, was to be switched with the American. His
daughter had been a computer programming graduate student at
the university and had not had the KGB training that members
of the East German secret police had been given. He was
uneasy about Anna going on such a potentially dangerous
assignment, but Gretchen had insisted on his daughter
volunteering. Gretchen would actually have preferred being
in Richard's body but did not have the necessary expertise
with computer systems and software. Using Dr. Hartz's
daughter was the next best solution. Anna was a graduate
student in advanced computer programming techniques. Since
Gretchen would still have her father in the house, Anna was
unlikely to take the money and run. Anna knew what might
happen to her father if she did not do exactly as Gretchen
had ordered.
	Dr. Hartz looked into the big innocent blue eyes of his
beautiful daughter. Her light blonde hair was worn in a
casual shoulder length style and framed her youthful face.
Her nose was turned up at slightly the tip and was very
cute. Luscious red cupid bow lips turned up in a beautiful
smile for her father, revealing perfect white teeth. She had
a graceful neck, C cup breasts, a very narrow waist, small
but shapely hips, very long legs for her five foot three
height, sexy small ankles, dainty feet and graceful hands.
Anna wore a tan silk blouse with a low neck line, brown
linen skirt that ended at mid thigh, cinnamon colored
stockings and brown leather high heel shoes with an ankle
strap around her tiny ankles. Her clothing was tastefully
expensive. Gretchen had bought them for her. Since Yuri had
switched with Gretchen, he, in his new female body, had made
several passes at the blonde university graduate student.
Anna and her father had managed to always have an excuse for
her declining the sexually obsessed redhead. Dr. Hartz was
afraid that it was only a matter of time before his boss
would no longer accept excuses.
	Dr. Hartz leaned down to whisper in his daughter's ear,
"Are you sure you want to go through with this? It could be
very dangerous." He knew what her answer would be. Both of
them had witnessed the wrath of Yuri Chomenko, now Gretchen
Dorfman, and understood that things would not be pleasant
for them if they defied their boss. Anna smiled, nodded her
head and her father attached the electrodes to his only
child's head.
	Gretchen and Olga watched as the doctor operated his
machinery. There was no flash that they could see. There was
a flashing sensation inside the heads of both subjects. Gary
Richards had been regaining consciousness as the button was
pressed. The neural networks of his brain went into a
firestorm of activity as it was first read, then written
over. The same thing happened to Anna.
	Dr. Hartz moved to the bodies strapped to the
laboratory couches. First, by habit, he checked the body
that his daughter had grown up in. It was in fine shape,
even if his daughter's normally alert blue eyes looked to be
dazed and confused. Next, he moved to check the body in
which his daughter now resided. Gary's body had almost
recovered from the effects of the drugs that he had been
given, so, it was not very difficult to revive Anna.
	Anna Hartz looked up at her father as the realization
of what had been done flooded her mind. She whispered,
"Father, did it work?" No one had to answer. Her voice was
much lower in pitch and her body did not feel normal. Her
straps were removed and she was helped into a sitting
position. Anna glanced down at her new body. She was now a
man!
	The two large men that had carried Gary Richards down
to the laboratory assisted Anna Hartz, in her still very
unsteady male body, to climb the stairs and go to the room
that Gary had been told was to be his for the duration of
the stay, where she could lay down and recover from the
effects of the transfer. After his daughter had left the
room, the doctor turned his attention back to the blonde
twenty two year old body that now housed a very confused
Gary Richards.
	Gary had awakened from his drugged state only to have
his neurological circuits fried by the memory swapping
machine. It still seemed as if his mind was spinning as he
watched from a distance as two big men helped his body up
from a couch, and, accompanied by the beautiful redhead,
Gretchen, they climbed a set of stairs and left the
basement. Now, he was so disoriented, he could not imagine
what was going on. He even wondered if he had died and was
having an after life experience.
A strange man in a lab coat leaned over him and asked
him how he felt. Gary had a few hazy memories of growing up
as a little girl and having this man as his father. When
Gary tried to reply, he found his voice to be higher
pitched. Wires were removed from his head and straps were
unbuckled from his arms, legs and body. It was when Gary
raised his head and glanced down at his body as he was being
unstrapped that he nearly went into shock! He was wearing a
tan silk shirt that had a low cut neck. From his viewing
angle, he could see cleavage between the two large hillocks
on his chest. Just as he thought that things could not
become any stranger, he noticed that he was also wearing a
brown skirt who's hemline had shifted up to the top of his
thin but shapely thighs. He was even positive that he could
see pink garter tabs attached to the reinforced tops of a
pair of cinnamon colored stockings. This had to be the
weirdest dream that he had ever had!
	In a thick German accent, the doctor said, "Come on,
Mr. Richards. It is time for you to get up and start your
new life. Not to worry, this is only temporary. In a couple
of weeks, we will switch you and Anna back into your proper
bodies and you will be released completely unharmed." Dr.
Hartz believed that he was speaking the truth because he had
been told this by Gretchen. He may have been the top neural
scientist in the world, but he was woefully naive when it
came to the world of espionage.  The doctor was basically a
good man and would not have gone along with Gretchen's evil
plan if he had known all of the details.
	The man in the white lab coat pulled Gary to a sitting
position. Even though his breasts were supported in a
brassiere, he felt them shift as he sat upright. The doctor
told him to put his feet down and stand up. Gary swung his
feet over the side of the couch and to the floor. He noticed
that he was wearing high heel shoes on a pair of very tiny
feet. And, his skirt had shifted to where it was around his
hips, exposing his legs, nylon stockings, the darker tops of
his stockings, the pink garter straps attached to the
stocking tops, and a couple of inches of bare creamy white
thigh between.
"This is the most ridicules dream that I have ever
experienced!" he thought to himself as he was helped to his
feet by Dr. Hartz and Olga. Each had an arm around his very
trim waist as they supported his petite new form between
them. They moved slowly, with him tripping along on his very
tall high heels. Gary thought, "A very strange dream,
indeed!" His grogginess was receding a little as they
reached the main floor of the mansion. He now remembered
that he had won a contest and had gone to Germany on his
first vacation in many years. He remembered the gorgeous
redhead, Gretchen, that had accompanied his own body
upstairs. And, he remembered the pretty long haired brunette
that was on his left side as being Olga. He had absolutely
no idea of how he came to be in this obviously female body
nor of who the man in the lab coat really was.
	The main staircase looked to be as high as Mount
Everest to the still wobbly Gary. If it were not for the
additional support that he was receiving, he would not have
made it up the stairs at all. On the second floor, they
moved down the wide hallway to a ornately carved oak door,
it was opened by Olga and they entered the room that had
been Anna's bedroom for the last few weeks.
	Gary's new room had a large ornately carved four poster
bed with a canopy top. There was an elegant dressing table
along one wall that seemed to be covered in cosmetics and
perfumes. Next to the table was a walk in closet as large as
the average sized bedroom. Gretchen had been infatuated by
the petite and very innocent looking blonde graduate student
and had bought her many new clothes in the hopes of seducing
her. The closet was still only half full. If Anna had been
more cooperative, her closet would have been completely
full.
	The doctor and Olga led the still befuddled Gary to the
side of the satin sheet covered bed. Olga turned down the
covers as the Dr. Hartz held the body that, until a few
minutes before, had been his daughter. He was shocked when
Olga began unzipping Gary's brown skirt and let it fall to
the floor. Pink silk bikini panties molded themselves to the
delightful curves of the petite blonde body. The old
fashioned pink silk garter belt kept the nylon stockings
taunt as they encased the long shapely legs. He objected,
"Olga, do not remove my daughter's clothing. I do not wish
for Mr. Richards to see my daughter's body."
	Olga rolled her blue eyes up to the concerned father's
face as she pointed out, "Anna will be gone for about two
weeks. Surely, you do not think that Gary Richards can be in
her body for that long and never once see it? Until Anna
returns, she is now a man and he is a woman. Besides, you
surely don't expect a girl to sleep in her clothes for two
weeks? How about using the bathroom? Don't you think that
would also be a problem?" Slowly, the doctor realized that
the female ex-KGB agent was right. "Dr. Hartz, perhaps it
would be best if you waited outside while I get Richards
ready for bed?" He reluctantly stepped out into the hallway,
leaving his daughter's body in the hands of Olga.
	Olga now had the cute little blonde body right where
Yuri had wanted her from the first time that he had seen her
when she was a young teenager. Only the fact that Dr.
Hartz's services were vital to the future of the KGB had
kept Anna safe from the evil clutches of the sadistic old
man. Now that Yuri was in Gretchen's teenage female body,
the desire had increased three fold. As Olga unbuttoned the
tan silk blouse from the pretty blonde, she thought about
how envious Gretchen would be when she told her about how
she had undressed the object of Gretchen's desires.
	Gary was still confused by all that had happened.
Considering the situation, that was very understandable. He
looked into the blue eyes of the brunette and found a look
that he had only seen in a woman that was sexually excited.
He glanced down to find that his blouse and skirt were gone.
The low cut pink silk cups of his brassiere supported his
boobs. Boobs! He should not have boobs! Then, he began
remembering shadowy images of growing up as a girl. A girl
named Anna.
	Olga wrapped her arms around Gary's petite blonde body
causing him to look up into her eyes as their breasts came
into contact. Olga knew that a man was inside of the body
but the innocent big blue eyes were enticing her to loose
control. Her fingers found the catch at the back of Gary's
brassiere and, through a force of will power, she released
the vulnerable female body as the silk bra was slowly pulled
from the cute blonde.
	Gary found himself mesmerized by the sight and feel of
his perfectly shaped C cup breasts. He had never seen such a
perfect pair. Nor, had he ever seen a pair of breasts from
this angle. He felt them sway gently from side to side as
Olga had removed his pink bra. Olga could not resist passing
her hands across the beautiful tits and the pink nipples
that sprang to attention as she gently pinched them for a
second or two. Olga felt her own panties growing moist as
she thought of the fun she could have with Anna's body and
that Anna would never even know!
	Olga helped Gary to sit his cute little silk covered
bottom on the side of the bed. He was still fascinated by
his breasts and hardly noticed that the brunette was
kneeling at his tiny high heeled feet. Olga unbuckled the
ankle straps from the dainty ankles and slipped the shoes
off of Gary's elegant feet. With her face only inches away
from the silk protected vagina of the body of her boss's
desires, Olga slowly unsnapped the garter tabs of the pink
silk garter belt from the reinforced darker tops of the
cinnamon colored nylon stockings. One at a time, she rolled
the nylons down Gary's sexy legs.
	Gary was rolled over onto the bed and lay on his tummy
as Olga unhooked the pink silk garter belt from around his
very tiny waist. She pulled the straps out from inside the
pink panties of the nearly unconscious Gary Richard's new
body. The after effects of the memory swapping machine was
that the subjects were mentally tired and needed sleep. Olga
could tell that the cute blonde was asleep even before the
satin covers had been laid across his tender body. Gary,
like Anna, would sleep until the next morning.

					*****

	The next morning, Dr. Hartz examined his daughter, now
in Gary Richards' body, to see if the transfer had been
completely successful. They talked for half an hour. He gave
his daughter a positive evaluation and moved to another
bedroom to examine his daughter's body, now occupied by Gary
Richards. He had to explain the transfer process to the
still confused Richards, "We needed a person with access to
certain software and passwords. In other words, we needed a
spy. Rather than placing a mole in an organization and
letting them be sleepers until we need them, we are using
the memory swapping machine that I invented. The machine has
switched your mind and our computer expert's mind into each
other's body. When the mission is completed, both of you
will be switched back into your correct bodies and you will
be released."
	Gary suddenly realized that this was no dream! He would
not be waking up any moment! He really was awake and he was
really in the body of a young woman! His blemish free skin
became pale as he pulled the satin covers up closer to his
slender neck in an effort to cover up his pretty female
body. The thin satin sheet molded itself to his feminine
curves. His breasts stood up in defiance of gravity. His
pink nipples were nearly rigid and could be seen beneath the
satin cloth. He was glad that he was still lying down or
else he would have collapsed as the reality of his situation
sank into his pretty little head.
	Then, Gary realized why the swap had been made. The
person that now controlled his own male body could go back
to the United States where they would have free access to
all of the programs that his company had written or
interfaced with for the Federal Reserve Banks. All of the
passwords and other codes would also be readily available to
such an impostor! The entire Federal Reserve Banking System
would be vulnerable to these people to loot or ruin!
	Dr. Hartz took Gary's dainty little hand in his and he
said, "As long as you cooperate with us while you are here,
you will be well treated." He meant that. After all, he did
not wish to see his daughter's body damaged in any way. He
had considered keeping Gary Richards sedated for the
duration of the swap, but two weeks was entirely too long of
a time period, complications could occur that could cause
permanent problems for his daughter's body.
	The door opened as Gretchen and Olga entered the room.
Yuri Chomenko had learned to love wearing sexy feminine
clothing and the sexual power that she had over others since
becoming Gretchen. Her luxurious red hair was piled high on
top of her head, giving her another four inches in height.
Her fingernails were long and painted crimson red. A thin
blue satin blouse with a plunging v neckline revealed that
she was not wearing a brassiere. Her magnificent cone shaped
C cup breasts did not need any support. A wide black belt
encircled her narrow waist. A tight black leather mini skirt
left over half of her black silk stocking covered thighs
exposed. On her small feet were a pair of thigh high black
leather high heel boots with stiletto heels that were five
inches in height. From the metallic tips of her pointed
heels to the top of her flaming red hair, Gretchen was six
foot three inches tall.
	 Olga was dressed more conservatively than her boss,
but not by much. Her long brunette hair hung down her back
in soft waves. Her extra long fingernails were also painted
a bright red. She wore a midnight blue velvet wrap dress
that was held together by a big bow tied at her narrow
waist. It appeared that she was wearing a brassiere to
support her massive breasts, but her nipples were erect and
prominently displayed beneath her dress. Her legs were
encased in black silk stockings that shone brightly in the
morning sunlight coming in the window. On her feet were a
strappy pair of sandals with four inch heels. She smiled
sweetly at the cute nearly nude blonde sitting up in the
large bed and clutching the thin satin sheet to her bare
breasts.
	Gary looked up into the flashing emerald green eyes of
the tall redhead and involuntarily shivered at the predatory
glint that he saw there. He glanced at the brunette to see
almost the same gleam in her blue eyes. He could not explain
why his nipples became erect as he looked from one woman to
the other.
	Gretchen turned to the doctor and said, "Anna is doing
so well in her conversion that I have decided to send her to
the States this evening. When she gets to Richard's computer
programming company, she can tell them that she, as Mr.
Richards, has a brilliant idea for a new computer program.
The geeks and nerds working for him will understand why he
cut short his vacation to work on a program. They would
probably do the same thing. She can then steal a copy of the
Federal Reserve Bank program and all of the pass words. That
way, your daughter will be back in her own body in about a
week and we will have over a billion US dollars in our Swiss
checking account."
	Dr. Hartz left the room to spend a little more time
with his daughter, now in a male body as Gretchen smiled at
Gary in his cute petite body and added, "Honey, if you
cooperate and do everything we say, we will switch you back
into your male body as soon as Anna returns." She flashed
Gary a less than angelic smile, reached over and ran her
long nailed fingers along Gary's feminine jaw line and said,
"And, I do mean everything that we say! Do you understand?"
At this point of the game, he had little choice. Gary nodded
his cute blonde head. The redhead patted his cheek with her
red taloned fingers as she said, "Good girl!"
	Gretchen took the satin sheet that was concealing
Gary's feminine body, ripped it out of his dainty fingers
and away from his body. The two women were smiling as they
gazed at Gary cowering on the bed in nothing but a thin pair
of pink silk panties. He was so cute and vulnerable looking
as he sat on the big bed. Gretchen decided to send the good
doctor away for a few days so that she and Olga could have
some fun with the blonde body, and its new inhabitant, that
she had lusted for the last few several years.
	Gretchen enjoyed the view of Gary's cone shaped breasts
as she stated, "To help you adapt to your new role as a
woman, Monsieur Roberto and his cosmetology team arrive each
morning to do our hair and make up. You will find out what
it is like to be pampered, preened, and made beautiful. Just
sit back and relax. I, personally, have learned to love the
experience. I think that you will, too."
	Olga helped Gary stand up. Gretchen watched his
movements with great interest as he was led to the bathroom.
He discovered that his bladder was full as he was told how
to lower his silken panties and sit on the toilet. He had to
ask Olga and Gretchen to leave the room in order to relax
enough to let go of his urine. It was a very unusual
sensation as he peed as a woman for the first time. When he
finished, he remembered that women had to pat themselves
dry. It was surreal to look down between his legs and not
find his penis. He had to remind himself that this was no
dream as he stood up and pulled his pink panties back up.
	Olga entered the bathroom and began filling the bath
tub with hot water, bubble bath and oils. Gretchen had
brought a chair to sit on as she watched Olga strip Gary's
panties down and order him into the bath tub. "At least,"
thought Gary, "the bubbles will provide some protection from
the redhead's stares," as he stepped into, and sat down in,
the tub of warm sudsy water.
	Gretchen watched the petite blonde body settle into the
ornate old bath tub and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Richards,
being inside of a female body will seem extremely strange at
first. By the end of the week, it will be more natural for
you. Think of it as buying a new pair of shoes. After you
break them in, they become very comfortable. The same is
true of a new body. I know." She gave Gary a sly grin as she
gazed into his big blue eyes. "I have business to take care
of at the moment, or else we would immediately begin your
other training. Until later." She left the room to arrange
for Anna Hartz's travel plans and last minute instructions.
	Gary turned to see the long haired brunette starring at
where his big pink nipples were peeking through the bubbles
floating on the bath water. He slouched down under the
shielding of the bubble bath when he saw her licking her
ruby red lips. Her blue eyes swept up to his eyes as she
smiled and said, "I'll go see if Monsieur Roberto is ready
for you. Don't run off." She left and Gary was alone in the
big old fashioned tub.
He thought about jumping up and running. He remembered
the tall iron gate that was electrically operated and the
even taller stone wall that surrounded the estate. If he did
manage to escape, where would he go? Who would believe the
wild and crazy stories of a naked German girl that could not
even speak the German Language. Anna could already speak
fluent English, so she would be able to complete her mission
as Gary Richards. Unfortunately, Gary was not multilingual,
even though he could dredge up a few German phrases from the
hazy memories left over in his mind from Anna.
	As Gary's mind formulated several different escape
plans, he lay back in the warm soothing bath water. His
feminine body began to relax as the warmth and oils soaked
into his tensed muscles. "First," he thought, "I'll need to
wear some clothes. Since I am stuck in a girl's body, the
more attractive I appear, the quicker some one will give me
a ride. Wearing a bath towel may get me a ride very quickly,
but also might get me raped." Gary's mind cringed as he
though of some male raping his new female body.
	"Perhaps," Gary mused to himself, "I could try to reach
the US Embassy? Probably, no one there would believe my
story. If I could call Jennifer, I might be able to convince
her of who I am. Surely, she would know her own father." He
had to get back home before his daughter's wedding. He was
supposed to give her away during the ceremony. A wave of
astonishment swept over him. Gary realized that he was now
younger than his own daughter!
	The bathroom door swung open and a menagerie of people
entered the small room. Olga stated, "Anna," she used the
appropriate name for his female body, "Monsieur Roberto has
his equipment ready for you. You will be oiled, massaged,
manicured, coifed and made-up. I am fairly certain that you
will have a new experience. Relax, and you will enjoy it."
	Gary was given little choice in the matter as two large
women in uniform went about pulling the bath tub drain plug,
helping him to stand up, wiping the bubbles from his small
feminine body  and wrapping a big bath towel around him
before helping him out of the tub. They were so forcefully
efficient that any resistance by him would have been futile.
A massage table had been set up in the large bedroom.
The two women guided Gary to the table, almost forced him
face down and removed his towel. A  much smaller towel was
placed over his cute buttocks. He was blushing from the
exposure. Warm oil was poured over his smooth white skin and
the two tall women began to massage the scented oil into
Gary's shoulders and back. After only a minute or two, be
began to relax as the soothing massage began to relax him.
	Olga leaned down to where her ruby lips were only an
inch from his delicately shaped left ear, "See, I told you
that you would enjoy this. You will learn to love being a
girl by the end of the week." Gary doubted that very much!
Although, the massage was beginning to feel very good.
Gary noticed that the two pairs of hands were now
massaging the cheeks of his shapely round bottom beneath the
small towel. An unwanted warmth was building between his
thighs as the hands slipped to his upper thighs. If he were
still in his male body, he would have an erection. In this
female body, the sensations were new to him. He had to fight
to control his legs. They wanted to open up to give the
questing fingers more freedom to rove to his inner recesses.
He was blushing as the hands moved lower on his thighs.
	Olga was pleased to see Gary's obvious reaction to the
manipulation to his nude female body. She and Gretchen had
plans for the transformed blonde for that evening. Gretchen
had given orders for Monsieur Roberto to make the object of
her desires an object of art. A complete make over was
planned for the unsuspecting Gary Richards. They had even
selected his clothing for the evening. Olga licked her lips
as she imagined the insecure transformed man in the sexy
blonde body and elegant evening gown.
	The two large women rolled Gary over and began
massaging the warm scented oil into his soft skin along the
front of his feminine form. He was amazed at the feelings
that his large gravity defying breasts sent to his body as
four hands fondled and rubbed the oil into the sensitive
mammary glands. His big pink nipples were standing erect and
were sending more signals to his already excited genitalia
as the hands moved to his rib cage.
	Gary saw that Olga was smiling as she watched the hands
descend to his hips and rub the oil into the juncture of his
thighs. Olga could see the oil shining on the beautiful
nubile body as he surrendered to the needs of his new body.
Gary's big blue eyes were wide open as he felt an
approaching climax. The hands moved lower on his legs,
leaving him unfulfilled. Olga could see Gary's large cone
shaped breasts rapidly rising and falling with his sexual
excitement. She could feel her own panties beginning to
moisten as she thought about their plans for the evening.
She whispered into Monsieur Roberto's ear. He moved to one
of his bags of supplies and gathered a few items.
	When the warm oil was massaged into every inch of
Gary's young feminine body, Monsieur Roberto moved to the
end of the massage table. He spoke in French to his two
assistants, Gary did not understand what was said, so was
shocked when the two muscular women each took one of his
legs, spread them and pushed them high into the air. Gary
blushed a crimson red as Monsieur Roberto stepped between
his wide spread legs. He had not yet accepted the fact that
he now had a vagina, and here he was, with his legs up in
the air, completely exposed to a strange man. He was about
to protest when Olga said, "Monsieur Roberto is going to
trim your thatch of light brown pubic hair. He does it for
Gretchen and me every day. Just lay back and be still and it
will be over in a few minutes."
	Gary looked between his up thrust boobs as he watched
the Frenchman apply a depilatory cream to his pubic region.
A few minutes later, a damp towel was used to remove the
cream, along with all of the hair that had been protecting
his vagina. Gary had heard of women with bald beavers, but
he had never actually seen one before. Now, he had one of
his own!
	Monsieur Roberto picked up the container of warm
scented oil and poured some directly onto Gary's pubic
mound. Gary curled his fingers and toes as the oil was
massaged into his hairless vaginal region. The waves of
pleasure that swept through his young feminine body were
almost too much to bare. His hips began an involuntary up
and down movement in time with the hands massaging the warm
oil into his new nether regions.
	Olga smiled approvingly as she saw the twenty two year
old beautiful blonde responding to the manual manipulations
of the male hairdresser. Gary was beginning to make
whimpering noises as his climax drew nearer. Just before he
reached his first orgasm as a woman, Monsieur Roberto
withdrew his fingers and hands. Gary's excited hips
continued to rise and fall for a few moments in a vain
search for sexual satisfaction. He had been so very close!
	The two women lowered Gary's shapely legs and helped
him to his feet. His cute body was trembling with sexual
need as he was led to a leather chair in front of a large
mirror and allowed to sit down. His nipples were swollen and
erect. His vagina was moist. His hands were shaking. Olga
was following Gretchen's orders to keep the transformed
computer expert on the brink of an orgasm to make him more
agreeable to their plans for later that evening.
	Gary's shoulder length blonde hair was still damp from
his bath. Monsieur Roberto placed a plastic cape around
Gary's nude female body, picked up his scissors and began
cutting and trimming the wet hair. Gretchen had already
chosen the hairstyle for her young protégé. A short bobbed
style, angle cut so that the back was shorter than the sides
and front. Gary would have a curl on the sides that caused
his blonde hair to curl forward. He sat quietly as his
body's sexual tension slowly receded and his hair was
styled. His hair was rolled onto large diameter rollers to
dry.
	When Monsieur Roberto finished cutting and rolling
Gary's hair, the two women moved in closer. One began giving
Gary a manicure. The other began applying cosmetics to
Gary's already pretty face. His semi long nails were filed
to shape, buffed and painted a bright pink. His face was
unblemished and clear as porcelain, so only a light coating
of corn silk powder was applied as a foundation. His
eyebrows were plucked to shape them into a fine arch. Eye
shadow, mascara, eye liner, eye brow pencil, light rouge on
the cheeks, and bright glossy pink lipstick was applied. The
rollers were removed and his hair was combed, sprayed and
styled.
	Gary had not gotten accustomed to his female body and
now, he looked completely different. His face and hair
appeared to be more sophisticated. He was being give a
pedicure where his toe nails were being painted a matching
bright pink when he noticed Olga laying an evening gown and
frilly lingerie on the old antique bed. It was not necessary
for anyone to tell him that the feminine clothing was for
him.
	When his pedicure was complete, and the plastic cape
was removed from his shoulders, Gary was helped up from the
leather chair. He was still nude and his large breasts
wobbled slightly as he walked between the two large women.
The movement was not missed by Olga as she sat on the side
of the big bed. Her blue eyes sparkled as she saw how
beautiful the younger blonde was now that Monsieur Roberto
had worked his magic.
	Olga passed a shiny pink satin waist cincher to one of
the women and told Gary, "You already have a small waist but
Gretchen wants to see just how small it can be. Place both
of your hands on the bed post and hold on as this is laced
up." As the cincher was placed around his narrow waist, the
other woman held his hands up to the post. The cool satin
was wrapped around his already tiny middle and began it's
boa constrictor like tightening. "Take a deep breath and let
it out so that it can be tightened all the way," Olga
ordered. Gary felt as if he were being crushed as a sixteen
inch waist was achieved.
	Gary looked down and saw the six garter straps hanging
down from the waist cincher. A package of glossy pink silk
long length seamed stockings were opened and held up for his
inspection. He was led to sit down beside Olga as the two
women knelled before them and the silk stockings were rolled
up each of his long shapely legs and were attached to the
six garter tabs. The reinforced stocking tops were so high
on his thighs that they nearly touched his smooth hairless
vagina lips.
	A pair of red high heel pumps were fitted to Gary's
tiny feet. Each had stiletto heels that were three inches
high. Somehow, he was not surprised when a pair of glossy
pink satin bikini panties were shown to him before they were
sipped over his high heel pumps and slid up his long silk
encased legs. He was helped to his feet and, while he
wobbled slightly on the high heels, the satin panties were
drawn up to cover his hairless vagina and shapely bottom. He
found that he actually found the cool caress of satin on his
smooth vagina lips to be quite pleasurable.
	A matching glossy pink satin brassiere was given to the
two women who were dressing Gary's petite feminine form. It
was wrapped around his upper torso and arranged so that the
satin cups molded themselves to his C cup cone shaped
breasts. The strap was hooked in back and the shoulder
straps adjusted to provide just the right amount of support
for his massive breasts.
	Gary teetered slightly on his high heels as a red
velvet mini dress was held up for his inspection. It
unzipped in the back. One woman held the dress for him as
the other steadied him as he stepped into the red velvet
dress. It was slid up his body and arms. When in place, it
was zippered up in back. The top was sleeveless, with a low
neckline. The middle hugged Gary's tiny sixteen inch waist.
The lower portion flared slightly as it contoured itself to
his round hips and buttocks. The hemline was about four
inches below his pink satin covered crotch. He saw his
reflection in the mirror and was impressed. If he were still
male and saw such a pretty woman pass by, he would have
stopped to get a better look.
	Olga gave the women a pair of large diameter gold hoop
earrings which were threaded through the holes in his
earlobes. A gold necklace was hooked around his slender
neck. Next, a bottle of expensive French perfume was used to
spray a dab of sweet smelling liquid behind each ear and
down his cleavage. Olga took the bottle of perfume and,
while smiling, lifted the front of Gary's dress and sprayed
the front of his panties. She told him, "That is just in
case some one wants to nuzzle you there." Gary felt himself
blushing.
	For the next hour, Gary was given instructions in the
proper way to walk, sit down, stand up, move and gesture. A
few of the traits were inherited from Anna Hartz but most
had to be learned. Gary was then made to stand in front of
the very large mirror as he was taught to make various
facial expressions and strike several different poses. He
learned the difference between a friendly smile, a polite
smile and a sexy smile. He learned that his body language
was very important in communicating with others. Things that
a female instinctively knew, he had to learn.
	Monsieur Roberto, and his two female assistants,
finally left. Since Gretchen had returned from Greece, she
had bought the salon where the three cosmetologists worked.
It was easier to have them come to the mansion each morning
to arrange Olga and Gretchen's hair and make up than it was
to do it themselves. Yuri Chomenko would have thought that
the service was frivolous and the expense too great. Now
that he was Gretchen, she thought that the expense was
justified. Besides, she had over seven hundred million US
dollars in her Swiss bank accounts and could well afford it.
	Olga had Gary sit on the side of the big bed as she
looked at her watch and said, "Well, it is about supper
time. Gretchen has, by now, seen Anna off in your body. Dr.
Hartz was sent off to the eastern zone of Germany to pick up
some more electronics supplies. That means that you,
Gretchen and I will be dining alone in the dining hall. We
have not yet decided whether to call you Gary Richards or
Anna Hartz. We shall decide tonight."
	Olga sat next to Gary and placed her hand on Gary's
silk cover thigh. She looked into the large bright blue eyes
of the beautiful blonde with the pixie hair cut and
whispered, "Gretchen is not the only one that had the hots
for Little Miss Leave Me Alone I Have To Study My Books! I
would have given a month's pay to do to her what we have
done to you today. You probably do not know how sexy you are
right now." Gary had seen himself in the mirror. He knew
that he would have been very impressed if he had met the
young blonde while he was still a man. "You have been a male
all of your life. Being a girl is new to you. It gives you
an innocence that even Anna did not possess. I am wet just
thinking about you. Gretchen would be furious if she were
not your first experience, so, I will be patient."
	Olga's hand moved from Gary's trembling leg as she
stands and holds out her hands to assist Gary to his high
heeled feet. Gary had always wondered why women needed
assistance to stand up. Now that he wore high heel shoes and
a waist cincher, he had a better understanding. He was still
a little wobbly when he walked. He noticed that the high
heels made his long legs appear to be even longer. They also
caused him to stand straight and thrust his breasts out in
front and his curvy bottom out in back. "No wonder," he
thought to himself as he was led from the safety of his
bedroom, "women who want to be sexy, wear high heel shoes!"
	Descending the long staircase slowly, Gary held the
handrail in one hand and Olga's offered arm in the other.
When he looked down, he saw Gretchen standing at the bottom
of the stairs, gazing upwards. She was smiling a dazzling
smile. Her green eyes were twinkling. Her dainty hands were
applauding. "Bravo! Monsieur Roberto has out done himself!
You are beautiful Mr. Richards!" Gretchen looked thoughtful
for a moment, then smiled as she added, "Or, should we just
call you Anna until we switch the two of you back into your
own bodies?"
	Gary reached the bottom step and breathed a sigh of
relief. He had been afraid that he would trip and fall down
the long staircase. Gretchen caught him off guard as she
stepped in front of him, wrapped her fingers around the back
of his slender bare neck and kissed his glossy pink lips.
The kiss was almost chaste. It was, however, a promise of
more to come later in the evening. Gretchen removed her
hands from Gary's neck, took one of his dainty hands in hers
and led him to the formal dining hall. The main lighting was
subdued but the tall tapering candles on the dining table
gave the room a rosy hue of colors.
	Gary had not eaten today. He had not eaten since supper
the preceding evening, and that food had gone into the
stomach of his male body. He was famished. The table was set
with fine china, crystal goblets, silverware and silver
candelabra with lit candles. Gary's hand painted plate had a
small salad and the goblet held several ounces of white
wine.
	Gretchen and Olga sat at the ends of the long hand
carved walnut table as Gary sat in the middle on one side.
Gretchen took a sip of her wine and asked, "Tell me, Gary,
How was your first complete make over?" She smiled sweetly
before adding, "Personally, I love the massages. I have, on
several occasions, kept Monsieur Roberto's two assistants
here all day. They have other talents, too!" The way she had
made the statement left no misunderstanding of what talents
she was referring to. "Come on. Tell us if you enjoy being a
girl."
	Gary did not want to offend the woman that seemed to be
in charge of this organization. He answered, "I never knew
that women went through so much to make themselves
beautiful. They must have worked on me for several hours."
He hoped that his answer satisfied the redheaded young
woman. He found it amazing that every one here took orders
from what was obviously a teenager. He figured it must be
something that was uniquely European.
	Gretchen looked to the other end of the table and saw
Olga wink at her. The brunette asked, "Anna, you don't mind
if I call you Anna do you? Somehow, you do not remind me of
anyone called Gary." Olga turned toward her boss and added,
"Anna now has a shaved vagina. It is beautiful! Gretchen, I
know you will love it when you see it!" Gary blushed as he
avoided the eyes of the other two women. "Don't be shy,
Anna. Women all over the world shave their vagina's when
they wear bathing suits. It's no different than shaving our
legs or underarms. It makes our bodies more beautiful."
	Gary glanced up to see if Olga was sincere. She
appeared to be. When he had been a man back home in
California, he had never imagined that he would spend his
vacation in a twenty two year old blonde female's body,
dressed in a seductive red mini dress, wearing enough sexy
lingerie to outfit the models in almost any man's magazine,
sporting a killer bobbed blonde hairstyle and having dinner
with a gorgeous redhead and a very attractive brunette in a
mansion in Germany. Plus, they were discussing his newly
shaven vagina at the dinner table! Yes, this was most
certainly a memorable vacation!
	Gretchen and Olga continued to carry on a conversation
in order to drawn Gary out of his shell. They asked him
about how he liked his new hairstyle. Asked about his dress.
Asked about his lingerie. Asked about his reaction to being
female. He told them that being a woman was, "interesting",
he thought that the word was non committal. Olga had already
described his reaction to when the warm scented oil had been
massaged into his newly bared vagina. Gary wanted to say
that he hated being a woman, but had actually found the
experience to be fascinating. At least, so far, it had been.
	The servants brought in the main course. It looked as
if there had been one piece of meat and it had been divided
three ways. Gary was still very hungry and was, at first,
disappointed at the small size of his serving. Gretchen
pointed out that, since he was now an attractive woman, he
had to eat like one. He followed their example and tried not
to wolf down his food, even though he was very hungry. He
found that by eating slowly, the food had a chance to enter
his digestive system and that he actually felt full after
eating such a small proportion. Then again, he had never
worn such a restrictive waist cincher during dinner. Dessert
consisted of two slices of apple. He had been a thin man,
but this was far less than what he was accustomed to eating
for dinner.
	Gary was concerned about drinking the after dinner
wine. They had drugged the wine last night and he had been
swapped into a young female's body by the time that he had
recovered. Gretchen took a sip from her goblet and assured
him that it was safe to drink the wine this evening. He
brought the crystal wine glass to his glossy pink lips and
timidly sipped his drink. Except for the mild tranquilizer,
there were no drugs in his wine.
	Gary felt himself becoming giggly. He had drank far
more wine when he had his original body. He assumed that his
euphoria was due to the fact that his female body was
smaller than his male body and could not handle alcohol as
well. He was feeling too good to protest when, Olga on one
side and Gretchen on the other, slipped their arms around
his sixteen inch waist and helped him up the long staircase
and back to his room.
	Gary noticed that there was a warm moist tongue in his
left ear. He turned his cute blonde head, pulling the tongue
from his delicate ear as he did so. Gretchen's face was only
an inch from his. Her soft red lips found his glossy pink
ones. His mind was too numb to protest. The kiss was
actually very pleasant. His own lips returned the slow
sensual kiss.
	Gretchen moved in front of the petite blonde and
wrapped her arms around Gary's tiny waist as she pulled his
cute little body close to her own. Gary parted his lips
slightly as the taller redhead's tongue penetrated his
mouth. Olga moved in close behind him as she took his arms
in her hands and placed them around Gretchen's graceful
neck. The tranquilizer had sapped Gary's will to resist as
he surrendered his feminine body to the two lesbian spies.
	Gretchen and Olga were both taller than Gary's five
foot three inch height. He was wearing high heel shoes, but,
so were they. Gretchen's large firm breasts were positioned
just a little higher than his own. The red haired sexually
excited teenager pulled his slim curvy body so close that
they were molded together. Olga had her DD cup breasts
pressing against his back as her hands cupped the under
sides of his breasts. Olga's lips planted kisses along the
back and sides of his neck as Gretchen passionately French
kissed him.
	As a man, Gary Richards had loved several women in his
long life time. He had never before experienced this level
of sexual excitement. His nipples were tingling from Olga's
manipulations. It almost seemed as if he had an erection.
Many of the sensations were the same. There were also many
new sensations that he had never before felt.
	Olga pulled back for a moment as she unzipped the back
of Gary's red velvet mini dress. She pulled the top of the
dress down off the shoulders of the short young blonde.
Gretchen broke her and Gary's kiss long enough for Olga to
work the elegant red dress over his round hips and down his
long shapely silk covered legs. It puddled around his dainty
little high heeled feet, forgotten by everyone as they
unhooked the catches on the back strap of his glossy pink
satin brassiere.
	Gretchen loved the little blonde's proud cone shaped C
cup tits. The pink nipples stood up, begging to be fondled
and aroused even more. Gretchen and Olga wasted no time in
attacking the puffy pink nipples offered to them by the
slightly drugged transgendered Gary Richards! Two sets of
luscious red lips wrapped themselves around his prominent
pink nipples and began kissing, suctioning and licking. Gary
thought that he had died and gone to Heaven!
	The two women had little difficulty in moving the small
blonde to the large antique ornately carved four poster bed.
They lay his lingerie covered body onto the silk bed spread.
Olga lay on one side of him as Gretchen lay on the other.
Each re-attached their suctioning lips to his already
swollen nipples. Just as Gary thought that what was
happening to his breasts was the most erotic sensation that
a Human Being could experience, a slim feminine hand slipped
into the front of his pink satin bikini panties.
	The long red nails of Gretchen's fingers slid across
Gary's smooth hairless vagina lips. His breathing was quick
and shallow as the middle finger slipped into his moist slit
and found his already erect clitoris. Gary was startled by
the load moan. It was the high pitched moan of an out of
control woman. He realized that he had cried out in his
excitement as the finger began a side to side motion across
his enlarged clitty.
	Olga smiled at her redheaded boss as they continued to
suck on the inexperienced blonde's puffy nipples and
Gretchen's hand played beneath the glossy pink bikini
panties. Each of them had lusted for Anna Hartz. Now, it was
as if Anna was a virgin and they were seducing her. Since it
was a male in Anna's beautiful body instead of Anna,
herself, there was an element of innocence that would have
been missing if Anna were actually in her own body. Gary
Richards had never even masturbated as a woman, let alone
had sex with another man or woman. Technically, he was a
female virgin.
	Gary was rocking his pantied hips in time with the
massaging finger that was strumming his stiff little clit.
His silk stocking clad legs were spread and his knees were
up in the air as Gretchen chased his clitoris back and forth
in his wet vagina slit. One of Olga's hands joined the one
already in Gary's satin panties. Her hand moved lower
between his opened thighs, where a single digit entered
Gary's juicing pussy. It penetrated deeply and his body
bowed up into the air as he cried out in ecstasy.
	Poor Gary Richards had no defenses against the
onslaught that he was receiving. He had, during his teenage
pubescent years, had developed control over his male body.
Those controls no longer applied to his new feminine form.
Especially when there were two experienced lesbians giving
his sexy body the full treatment. He experienced his first
female orgasm in only a couple of minutes.
	Gretchen knew that the American in the beautiful
fraulien's body would be hooked on the sexual pleasures that
his new body was capable of enjoying. She had spent over
seventy years as a male, and after one night in the
passionate embrace of Olga, he never wanted to be a male
again. He had already decided that he would switch from one
female body to another for as long as the memory swapping
machine would work. He could live another thousand years!
Maybe more.
	Olga moved between the blonde's legs and pulled his
panties down over his silk stockinged legs. She tossed the
satin panties over her shoulder as she reigned kisses up and
down the couple of inches of smooth white thigh above his
hosiery tops. Gretchen moved her middle finger out of the
way as Olga took Gary's stiff clit between her red lips and
applied suction. Gary came again in only a minute or two. He
was so busy cumming that he did not even notice as Gretchen
put her middle finger into his mouth and ordered him to suck
his own juices from her finger. As he was reaching yet
another orgasm, he complied.
	Gretchen pulled her long red nailed finger from Gary's
pink suctioning lips and stood beside the bed to remove her
own clothing. She unbuckled her black belt, dropped it,
unzipped her short black leather skirt and let it fall to
the floor. As she unbuttoned her blue satin blouse. She
watched Olga munching on the cute little blonde's hairless
crotch. Each time that Gary would climax, his petite body
would writhe and twist under the assault of the Russian
woman's experienced tongue as he cried out in ectasy.
	Gretchen stood before the bed in her black leather
corset, long black silk stockings and thigh high black
leather high heeled boots. Her waist was cinched down to
fifteen inches, giving her figure a wasp shape. Her bared
jutting breasts seemed massive in comparison to her tiny
waist. She licked her ruby red lips as she moved in next to
her brunette lesbian partner as she joined into the
festivities.
	Gary noticed that there were now two women going down
on him. Olga moved back to give her boss more room. Gary
looked up to see her untie her midnight blue velvet wrap
dress and open it. She also wore a corset. Her massive DD
breasts were supported on a shelf that uplifted them but
left the nipples uncovered. Her waist was about eighteen
inches and her hips flared out dramatically. She wore no
panties and her hairless pubic mound could be plainly seen
above the reinforced tops of her black silk stockings. Her
long red finger nails pinched her long thick nipples as her
hands cupped her over sized boobs. She smiled as she saw
that Gretchen was making the little blonde have another
orgasm.
	Over the next hour, Gretchen and Olga took turns making
Gary have orgasm after orgasm. He had more orgasms than he
had ever had as a man in an entire week. When Gretchen
climbed up on the bed and straddled his head and lowered her
own hairless pink vagina onto his face, he did what came
naturally for him, his tongue did to Gretchen exactly what
Olga's tongue was doing to him. Both he and the redhead
reached orgasm at the same time.
	The next hour was spent in a sixty nine position with
first, Gretchen, then, Olga. By midnight, Gary Richards was
an accomplished lesbian.

					*****

Part 2


	Gary awoke to find himself buried under two very
shapely female bodies. The waist cincher was still
constricting his tiny mid section. His stockings on his long
legs had runs in them and his high heel shoes were still
securely buckled around his diminutive ankles. One of Olga's
large breasts and thick nipples was pressed against his
face. He declined the opportunity to wrap his lips around it
and continue the actions that were taking place last night
when he had passed out during a massive orgasm.
	Gary raised his cute blonde haired head and saw that he
could, with just a little difficulty, disentangle himself
from the pile of feminine flesh on the antique bed. His
breasts seemed to be enormous as they shifted on his narrow
chest while he climbed off of the bed and teetered toward
the bathroom on his high heeled shoes. Perching his cute
little rounded bottom on the toilet and letting his urine
flow from his bloated bladder was a pleasurable sensation
that brought a smile to his full red lips. He remembered to
use some tissue to pat himself dry before getting back up.
	He gazed at his reflection in the large bathroom mirror
with mixed feelings. Even though his hair was mussed and his
make up was smeared, he was still a beautiful young woman.
The waist cincher wrapped around his mid section just below
his gigantic boobs and made his tiny waist seem impossibly
small. His hairless pink swollen vagina lips were visible
below the bottom edge of the waist cincher. The garter
straps descended from each side of the cincher to the
reinforced tops of his laddered stockings. The high heel
shoes made his already long legs seem even longer. He
automatically picked up a hair brush and brushed his short
bob hair style back into shape. A facial tissue cleaned up
most of the smears of make up.
	Gretchen and Olga were just awakening as Gary re-
entered his bed room. When he saw the beautiful redhead and
attractive brunette arising from his bed, he remembered that
he, when he had first met the two gorgeous women, had hoped
that he would "get lucky" with one, or both, of them before
his vacation was over. Last night, he had certainly "gotten
lucky"! However, it was certainly not what he had originally
had in mind.
	Gretchen smiled at the petite blonde as she moved
closer, took Gary in her arms and kissed his cupid bow lips.
Her breasts pressed against his own as her tongue invaded
his mouth. Gretchen's hands cupped Gary's round bottom as
she ground their hairless vagina lips together. Gary began
breathing heavily as his nipples extended and his juices
began to flow. After the sexual experiences of the previous
night, he found himself coming under the control of the tall
gorgeous redhead in only a few seconds.
	Gretchen broke the kiss and whispered, "Don't worry my
little dove, we will take you even higher tonight than we
did last night. Right now, however, Olga and I have work to
do. Monsieur Roberto should be set up and ready for us. Olga
and I will go first, then, after we have left for a business
meeting, they will give you a treat. You will learn to love
being a woman." Gretchen's green eyes flashed as she gave
Gary a parting kiss before she and Olga left the bedroom.
	Gary was left alone in his boudoir. He found himself
drawn to the large mirror mounted on one wall. In the
mirror, a very pretty blonde with a short bobbed hairstyle,
slightly smeared make up, big innocent blue eyes, pouting
lips, a slender neck, large C cup breasts topped by swollen
pink nipples, a black waist cincher that gave her a severely
nipped in waist that almost looked unreal, garter straps
that hung down on each side of a completely hairless vagina
slit, holding up a much-the-worse-for-wear pair of laddered
stockings and a pair of high heel shoes on her tiny feet.
Gary knew that if he had seen the girl in the mirror last
week, he would have had an instant erection. His libido
began to respond, even now.
Gretchen had left him in an aroused condition. His
hands moved up and involuntarily cupped his gravity defying
breasts. Sensual feelings passed through his petite feminine
form as he tweaked his pink swollen nipples. As a male, he
thought that he had sensitive nipples. He pinched each of
his pink points and felt ten times the sensations that he
had known in his male body. His sweet soft lips gasped in
pleasure as his entire body vibrated from the waves sweeping
through his shapely young woman's body.
	Gary wobbled on his high heels and weak knees toward
the large bed. His new body was approaching sensory overload
as he continued to hold onto his seemingly enormous boobs.
He fell back onto the soft bed and massaged his new breasts.
His thighs were rubbing together to create friction in his
vagina lips as he slowly rolled from side to side in the
satin sheets of the big ornate bed. A mini orgasm swept
through him as he lay panting for breath. Never, in all of
his male years, had he known a woman that could cum just
from having her tits played with. Gary was considering more
self exploration when there was a knock on his bedroom door.
	Gary modestly pulled a satin sheet over his nearly
naked form as the door slowly opened and a girl of about
eighteen entered the room. She was about five foot six
inches tall, had short brown hair, a cute young innocent
face with big brown eyes, a body that was a little more
plump than was currently in style and she was wearing the
same uniform tunic that Monsieur Roberto's helpers had worn
the day before. When she spoke in English, she had a lilting
sexy French accent, "Mademoiselle Anna? My name is Colette.
I have been sent to prepare your bath. Monsieur Roberto will
be ready for you as soon as he is finished with Mademoiselle
Gretchen and Mademoiselle Olga."
	Gary was not given a choice in the matter as Colette
pulled the sheet from around his curvaceous body and helped
him to his high heeled feet. The young French girl's eyes
grew big and round as she saw Gary's nearly nude body. She
mumbled some words in some language that he assumed was
French but did not understand as she led him toward the
bathroom. A few minutes later, the tub was filling with warm
sudsy water as Colette helped him remove his high heel shoes
from his tiny feet, unhook and slowly roll his ruined
stockings down his long shapely legs, loosen the laces of
his tight waist cincher, helped him, in all of his nude
glory, climb into the antique bathtub and sit down in the
warm sudsy water.
	Gary's big blue eyes were wide with surprise when
Colette picked up a large soft sponge and began to gently
wash his sensitive female body. Colette used such a light
touch that it felt as if she were caressing the sensitive
skin of his neck, shoulders, arms, back and breasts in an
effort to arouse him more than just get him clean. The
caresses were so pleasant that Gary lay back, closed his
eyes, and enjoyed the sensations that coursed through him.
Colette carefully picked up one leg at a time and gently
washed each of them with the big soft sponge.
	When Colette dipped the sponge under the surface of the
bath water to wash Gary's hairless pubic region, his legs
involuntarily spread to give the young girl more room to
apply the soft sponge. Gary gripped the sides of the tub as
the sponge stroked up and down on his smooth vagina lips.
Colette's big brown eyes gazed into the excited blue eyes
and she smiled happily as she brought the beautiful blonde
woman closer to a sexual climax. Even at her young age,
Colette was a devout lesbian. There was something unusual
about the young woman in the bath that excited her more than
any woman that she had ever met. It had almost been an
example of love at first sight for the young French girl
when she had entered the bedroom. Now, however, as she
brought the blonde to a shuttering orgasm, she knew that
they would fall in love and be soul mates forever.
	Gary contentedly lay back in the tub as his breathing
returned to normal after his orgasm. The French teenager had
a round, but very pretty, face that lit up when she smiled.
And, Colette was smiling her most beautiful smile. Gary
returned the infectious smile as his heart rate slowed. He
let Colette lift his shapely legs, one at a time, and
carefully shave each of them. Colette even shaved his
underarms for him. Next, she had him sit on the edge of the
ornate old tub as she shaved his already smooth vaginal
lips. Gary looked down between his jutting breasts to watch
the top of the younger girl's brown haired head as she went
about her duties with the utmost efficiency. When Colette
had completed her task, she smiled up at the beautiful
blonde before rising to her feet and patting her dry with a
huge fluffy towel.
	Colette held a pink silk dressing gown for Gary to slip
into after he was dry. It was so thin that it molded itself
to every delectable curve of his very feminine body. He
stepped into the fuzzy pink high heel bedroom slippers that
Colette placed before him. Colette led him from the
bathroom, through his bedroom, out into the hallway and into
another room. Gary had not yet become accustomed to the
wobbling of his unsupported breasts under the thin silk
robe. His oversized nipples were erect and the pink silk
molded itself to them. He looked around the room and
recognized the three occupants. The room had been set up as
a temporary beauty salon with Monsieur Roberto and the two
women that had accompanied him the day before.
	For the next hour and a half, Gary's hair was washed,
rolled up on large curlers, treated with a permanent wave
solution, dried, combed out and styled. One woman redid his
nail polish in a hot pink color as his hair was done by
Monsieur Roberto and the other woman. Colette assisted as
needed. Finally, Gary was given instructions on the proper
techniques of applying cosmetics. When finished, even he had
to admit that he was in the body of a truly beautiful and
sexy woman.
	The two women, with Colette also in attendance, led
Gary back to his room where they dressed him for the day.
His pink silk dressing gown was removed and a pink
reinforced and boned satin corset was placed around his
already shapely young body. He was told to hold onto the top
of the bed post as the lacings were drawn tight. Even more
than the waist cincher of the day before, the longer line of
the corset restricted his breathing. He had to take shallow
breathes as the laces were tied off. At least the corset had
built in bra cups to hold his wobbling boobs. Unfortunately,
the cups were so low cut, his over sized pink nipples were
almost exposed.
	Gary was instructed to sit on the bench seat in front
of his dressing table and his high heel slippers were
removed before tan silk stockings were rolled up his legs
and attached to the six garter straps dangling from his
corset. Next came a pair of pink satin French cut panties
that were adorned with pink lace ruffles around the
waistband and each leg opening. The cool satin covering on
his shaven vagina lips felt so very sensual to him. A pair
of brown suede high heel shoes were strapped to his tiny
feet and ankles. Next, a pink satin high necked long sleeved
blouse that buttoned up the back was placed on him. A brown
suede leather long line, tight skirt was held for him to
step into, buttoned and zippered around his tiny little
waist. A wide brown leather belt was buckled around his tiny
middle. A few sprays of perfume and a few pieces of gold
jewelry later and he was ready to go to the dining hall for
lunch.
	Monsieur Roberto and his two assistants left to return
to their studios as Colette and Gary descended the staircase
and entered the dining hall. Doctor Hartz was just beginning
his meal when he saw his daughter, or, at least, his
daughter's body, enter the great hall. He waved his hand and
called out, "Please, sit over here by me," as he pulled out
two chairs. Gary sat down while Colette went to tell the
kitchen staff to prepare two more meals. While she was gone,
Dr. Hartz smiled a friendly smile and asked, "The young
French girl has not been told that you are really a man has
she?" Gary told him that he did not know. "We won't tell her
then. Mr. Richards, I shall call you by my daughter's name
so as not to cause more troubles. I hope you don't mind."
	Colette returned, sat down at the table and said that
they would be served in a few minutes. Doctor Hartz began a
conversation, "Anna, I do hope you are being treated well.
Since Gretchen and Olga will be gone all day, perhaps you
would like to see the equipment in the laboratory." Dr.
Hartz knew that Gary Richards was inside of his own
daughter's body, but could not completely separate his
parental feelings from him.
After an excellent lunch, Gary was given a grand tour
of the lab facilities. He received a detailed description of
the functioning of the neural interface system that enabled
the mind swapping machine to operate. Dr. Hartz also
explained the theory behind the advanced notched crystalline
molecular memory circuits. Gary was amazed at the level of
technological advancement that one lone scientist had
achieved. The equipment in the basement of the German
mansion was actually years ahead of anything that could be
found in a government funded research facility.
	Gary was so impressed by the inventions of the German
scientist, he forgot that he was in the body of a young
woman for a couple of hours as he asked detailed questions
concerning the mind swapping equipment. He found that the
brain of Anna Hartz was able to follow the theory and design
principles even better than he would have if he were still
in his own body. Dr. Hartz, even though relatively unknown,
was the top scientist in his field of research. Gary's brain
was that of Dr. Hartz's daughter and was almost as sharp.
Gary soaked up the details of all of the research that
enabled the mind swapping machine to operate before it was
time for supper.
	Colette, who had been sitting quietly in the corner
while Dr. Hartz and his daughter discussed the laboratory
equipment, escorted Gary up the stairs and back to the great
dining hall. Another gourmet meal was served. Half way
through diner, however, a huge man with black hair, a bushy
mustache and a dark wool suit, entered the room and sat at
Gary and Colette's table. In a thick Russian accent he
asked, "Tell me little cutie pie, how do you like being a
woman? If you get tired of women, you can give Boris a call.
I have what you need."
	Colette, whose services had been hired to watch over
Gary, was enraged at the insolence of the ex-KGB agent and
exclaimed, "I shall inform Mademoiselle Gretchen about you
if you do not leave our table this instant!" Boris's dark
eyes shifted from Gary's breasts to the brunette French
girl's eyes. Gretchen had proven herself to be just as
ruthless as she had been when she had been Yuri Chomenko.
She had practiced her feminine charms and sexual skills on
Boris's massive male member before she had entered the
beauty contest so that she could seduce the old Greek
banker. He thought that he and Gretchen had a special
relationship. That is why he had taken a chance to make a
pass at the blonde beauty. He decided to leave now, but to
make another try later.
	Gary and Colette watched the hulking figure rise from
the table and move to join another man eating dinner at a
table on the other side of the room. Colette whispered,
"Some men still drag their knuckles when they walk." Gary
could not help but smile when he looked into the big
twinkling brown eyes of the giggling French teenager. They
ate the rest of their meal in peace before leaving to return
to Gary's bedroom.
	In the privacy of the large bedroom, Colette showed
Gary how to freshen his lipstick. He pursed his cupid bow
lips as he painted the creamy pink lipstick onto his mouth.
Colette gave him a few pointers on perfecting his feminine
mannerisms. She had not been told the complete story about
the cute blonde fraulein. She did know that there was
something very unusual about her protegee. This excited the
young brunette even more as she spent the evening tutoring
the apparently inexperienced blonde in feminine mannerisms.
	Gary asked about who Gretchen was. He was told no one
would talk about her except to say that she had been a
beauty contestant before moving into the mansion and hiring
her unusual staff. Colette warned Gary to be careful around
some of the people that worked for Mademoiselle Gretchen.
She had heard that some of them were ruthless sadists. She
did know that Boris was in charge of the keys for all of the
vehicles and the control for the remote controlled front
gate.
	Eventually, it was bedtime. Gretchen and Olga had been
delayed in their meeting with the two Russian generals in
Bonn. Gretchen had paid them each a million US dollars in
advance to secure the dozen nuclear missiles. The Generals
had gotten so excited about the money that both had achieved
an erection for the first time since the break up of the old
Soviet Union. Gretchen had ordered Olga to perform oral sex
on each of them as a bonus for the missiles. Gretchen found
herself wanting to push the brunette ex-KGB agent out of the
way and suck the cocks herself, but knew that it would have
weakened her bargaining position. She settled for French
kissing Olga as soon as they were alone. They ended up in
the hotel bed for the rest of the night. She felt that Gary
Richards would be safe in his female body with Colette
guarding him.
	Colette helped Gary undress. She removed his wide brown
leather belt, unzipped his leather skirt, unbuttoned it and
let it fall to the floor to puddle about his high heeled
feet. She slowly unbuttoned the row of mother of pearl
buttons going up the back of his pink silk blouse before
removing it. Colette could no longer restrain herself as she
leaned forward and planted a series of light kisses across
Gary's back, just above the top of his pink satin corset.
	Gary could not understand why a pretty teenage girl
kissing on his female body should have such a titillating
effect on him, but his breath became labored as her tender
hands moved under his arms to fondle his large almost
exposed breasts. Colette molded her own body to Gary's back
as she softly kissed the side of his graceful neck. Her long
thin fingers dipped into the low cut corset brassiere cups
to scoop out his C cup breasts. Her fingers gently toyed
with his swollen pink nipples as she nibbled on his ear
lobe. Gary felt waves of sexual heat coursing throughout his
petite body.
	Gary turned around to face the young girl that was
bringing him so much pleasure. Their soft lips meet in a
kiss that started out to be tender and sweet, only to turn
into a hot passionate French kiss. Gary's graceful arms
wrapped themselves around Colette's soft curvy body as their
kisses burned with fire and passion. As a man, he had, at
least on occasion, felt the pulse of male hormones as they
controlled his actions. The female hormones that were being
released into his already excited body were even more
controlling.
Gary's long thin fingers, with their long bright pink
fingernails, unbuttoned the front of Colette's pastel
colored tunic. Her ample breasts were encased in a white
silk brassiere. Around her waist was a white silk garter
belt that held up a pair of long length tan nylon stockings
that molded themselves to each and every curve of her
shapely legs. A pair of matching white silk bikini panties
covered her pubic region. A pair on medium height high heels
were on here relatively small feet. She was smiling her
brightest smile as the young blonde woman slipped her smock
dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor before
putting her arms around her waist and pulling her towards
her for another passionate kiss.
	Gary's mind was not in control of his beautiful sexy
body. Until two days ago, he had been a successful American
businessman. He had been drugged, swapped into the body of a
gorgeous blonde woman that was, even at this minute, back in
the United States, in his body, stealing the computer access
codes needed by the young redheaded master mind of the spy
ring to break into the Federal Reserve computer system and
steal billions of US dollars. Last night, he had been
seduced by the German redhead and her Russian brunette
underling. Now, however, he was readily cooperating with the
young French girl as they sensuously removed each other's
clothing.
	Gary and Colette were completely nude as they tumbled
to the large bed. Colette had wanted there to be as much
skin to skin contact as possible as they lay together
between the satin sheets. Their fingers explored each
other's body as their kisses continued. Gary, like most men,
had thought that foreplay consisted of pinching a woman's
nipples, rubbing her clitoris for a minute or two, then
climbing on top of her for a ride. The previous night was
sex primarily for Gretchen's enjoyment. Tonight, it would be
seduction in the name of love as Colette taught him that a
gentle caress could build the fires of passion to
unbelievable heights.
	Colette used the tips of her long red nails to
teasingly, and very gently, activate every nerve ending in
his beautiful responsive feminine body. Her soft lips gently
kissed his swollen nipples as she brought his excitement
level up to the point where he thought that he would loose
his mind. Her fingers played across his hairless vagina lips
bringing his emotions even higher. By the time the teenager
had slid down his body, planting soft wet kisses as she
moved downwards, his nipples stood erect, still wet with her
saliva.
	Gary parted his shapely thighs as Colette moved between
them. Last night had shown him what to expect in lesbian
love making. Colette would shown him the difference that
being made love to by another woman that loved him could
make. Her long agile tongue dipped into his moist slit and
moved up and down on his inner labia a few times, almost
bringing him to an orgasm, before moving to lick his swollen
clitoris. Gary's body arched up off the bed as a major
climax racked his petite form. He heard the squeal that
emanated from his own pink lips as the talented tongue
caused stars to flash brilliantly in his mind.
	Colette was in ecstasy. She had fallen in love with the
young blonde woman at first sight. The unsure, and innocent,
way that Anna had behaved had only made Colette love her
even more. Colette held on as she used her tongue to prolong
the orgasm that racked Anna's body. She wanted to be the
best lover that the blonde German girl had ever known. After
a full minute and a half, Colette reduced the speed of her
tongue to let her new lover slowly come down from her
continuous orgasm.
	Gary had just barely been able to maintain
consciousness during his seemingly endless climax. His
entire body was pink with excitement. His breasts and
nipples, while normally quite large, were inflated out of
proportion to his body. His vagina was swollen and his
enlarged clitoris was almost painfully sensitive as Colette
now gently licked and sucked on the female equivalent to the
male penis. His heart rate was elevated and his breathing
was fast and deep as he slowly recovered from the best
orgasm that he had ever, in his forty nine years, known.
	Colette kept him floating on a cloud of sexual
sensations and after shocks for ten minutes before moving up
to lie beside him and cuddle. Gary's lithe arms were shaking
as he wrapped them around her new lover. His body was still
vibrating from his climax as Colette kissed his pink coated
lips with her wet red lips. Gary tasted his own feminine
juices as they shared a long slow passionate kiss. Their
legs intertwined and their bodies molded themselves to each
other as the kiss built in intensity.
	This time, it was Gary's turn to work his new found
female magic on his partner. Men had always tried to please
their female partners in bed even though a few were never
really successful. After only two days in a woman's body,
Gary now felt that he finally understood the female anatomy
well enough to be an excellent lover. When he was swapped
back into his own body he would probably be too old for the
young teenager that he was making love to tonight. Gary's
male body was thirty years older than the youthful brunette.
However, after he was released, he would try out his new
talents on other beautiful and sexy women. He would have
fun.
	Gary kissed the soft delicate smooth skin of the
teenage girl's throat as he worked his way to her breasts.
His tongue made her erect nipples even stiffer as he moved
his pink lips from one to the other. He heard cooing sounds
coming from her soft lips as he gently sucked on her
sensitive nipples. His hands were not idle. He massaged one
breast as his lips sucked on the other. His other hand had
found it's way to Colette's moist hairless vagina. She had
already had all of her body hair removed with laser
treatments. Her vagina lips would forever be bald.
	Gary moved down the soft cuddly body as he slid down
between the parted thighs of his lover. When he opened
Colette's vagina lips, he saw that she had a gold ring
threaded through her pierced clitoral hood. He had heard of
such things, but had never seen one before now. The ring was
worn in such a way that it would always rub against
Colette's clit, providing a constant stimulus as she moved.
Gary was fascinated by the ring as he moved his cute blonde
head forward to run his tongue across the gold ring and
clitoris. He was rewarded by feeling Colette's body jump and
a small cry come from her red lips. He took the clit into
his own pink mouth and sucked on it while his tongue played
with the clit ring. Colette began an orgasm that Gary was
able to keep going for several minutes. When he finally
allowed her to stop climaxing, her body was coated in
perspiration and she had become unconscious. Gary had felt
closer to the climaxing girl than he ever had any other
woman that he had known in his forty nine years. He could
feel the bond that was between them.
	Gary covered their shapely feminine bodies with the
satin sheet, snuggled up to his new love and slept the sleep
of a woman in love.

					*****

Part 3

	Gary slowly awoke to find Colette still snuggled next
to his nude female body. She was already awake and had been
watching her pretty blonde lesbian lover sleep for almost
half an hour. She had completely fallen in love with "Anna".
The perfect C cup breasts topped with prominent pink
strawberry sized nipples, narrow waist, flat tummy, smooth
hairless vagina, beautiful long legs, dainty hands and feet,
along with everything else, combined to make this young
woman the most perfect female specimen that Colette had ever
known. Plus, there was something about the blonde's
personality that she found refreshing and enticing.
	When Gary had opened his big blue eyes, the French
teenager smiled and, in her beautiful accent, wished him,
"Good morning, Mademoiselle Anna. I hoped that you enjoyed
yourself last night as much as I did." Gary's internal
organs were still quivering from the orgasms. Colette's
smile was bright and her big brown eyes were shining. Gary
found himself returning the smile. Their kiss came
naturally.
	Gary, being a practical man that always thought
logically. He had never believed in love at first sight.
When he had married his wife, which relationship failed a
few years later, he had only thought that he was in love.
The same thing happened to many young men when their male
hormones began controlling their actions. His wife and he
had eventually parted company and had gotten a divorce. Gary
had then thought that he was destined to live out the rest
of his life without ever truly falling in love with a woman.
Now, however, he and Colette pressed their shapely naked
female bodies together as their soft lips continued to kiss.
He felt emotions for this virtual stranger that he had
never, in his previous forty nine years, known. He had
finally found a woman that he truly loved. What made the
situation so truly unique was that Gary was now in the body
of a beautiful woman and their love was the love between two
lesbians.
	Two sets of sensuous lips pressed gently against each
other in a slow sensual kiss that lasted several minutes.
Gary could feel their breasts crushing together as their
bodies molded to one another. Colette slipped a thigh
between his long legs and he did the same to her. He could
actually feel the teenager's clit ring as he slowly rubbed
his shapely thigh into her hairless moistening slit. His
breath came in gasps as her thigh rubbed his sensitive
vagina in return. Within ten minutes, each had experienced
another orgasm with no more vaginal stimulation than each
other's moving thigh.
	The two women lay in each other's arms as their
breathing returned to normal. Gary now realized how
important it is to a woman to be held after sexual
relations. He, like most men, had never realized just how
much women loved to be touched and held. He snuggled a
little closer to Colette as they gazed into each other's
eyes. No words were necessary. Each knew how good it had
been for the other. Gary hoped that he would be able to have
the same relationship with the young teenager after he was
returned to his own much older male body. Doubt clouded his
mind as be remembered the difference in their ages. Colette
put her arms around him as she cuddled her worried lover.
	An hour later, Monsieur Roberto and his two assistants
had arrived. Gary and Colette had just gotten out of the
large antique bath tub and were drying the droplets of water
from their curvy bodies when Gary was summoned to the
bedroom that was used for a salon. Colette stayed behind to
attend to her own hair, nails and make up. Gary slipped on
the pink silk robe and fuzzy high heeled slippers before
kissing his lover bye and leaving his bedroom to walk down
the hall to have his hair done.
	Gary's bobbed blonde hair was jelled, rolled, set and
dried while his nails were painted a bright red. His hair
was arranged in a puffed up style that reminded him of the
hair styles of the late sixties. His make up was applied a
little heavier than usual. When he asked about that, he was
told that Mademoiselle Gretchen was supposed to return by
the afternoon and that they were simply following her
instructions.
	Gary was shown back to his bedroom, where Colette was
waiting. The two assistants wrapped a shiny dark blue satin
corset around his already tiny waist. A few minutes of
pulling and tugging on the corset laces later and Gary's
already tiny waist was nearing the sixteen inch range. Both
of the assistants knew that Gretchen and Olga would not
return for at least another two hours. They had been given
permission to have fun with the pretty little blonde as long
as they did not muss her hair or make up. They teasingly
toyed with the Gary's big pink nipples and smooth vagina as
they continued to dress him. Black silk stockings were slid
up Gary's shapely legs and attached to the garters hanging
from the bottom of the corset. Two pairs of feminine hands
caressed Gary's breasts, legs, vagina and buttocks until he
felt himself becoming very moist.
	Colette wanted to tell the other two women to leave her
Anna alone. Mademoiselle Anna was the one she loved, yet she
had to watch as the two older women brought the wasp waist
blonde to several orgasms. Colette was only an apprentice to
the beauty salon and had been the sexual plaything for the
workers there for almost two years. Many of the female
employees were essentially lesbian and had taught her a
great deal about sapphic love making. They had used lasers
to permanently remove all of her body hair. They had pierced
her clitoral hood and inserted a self locking gold ring
there. She had almost become accustomed to the ring, even
though it kept her vagina constantly wet. Now, as she
watched the two older women taking turns eating her
beautiful blonde lover's sweet tasting pussy, Colette's
fingers toyed with her ring until she was able to reach an
orgasm each and every time that Anna did.
	Gary was eventually helped to his feet and dark blue
satin panties were slid up his trembling silk encased legs
and pulled up to cover his nearly dripping vagina and round
buttocks. His knees were wobbling due to the after shocks
that were coursing through his female body from the recent
orgasms. Four inch high heel sandals were strapped to his
feet and ankles. A dark blue satin wrap dress was held out
for him to slip into. It molded itself to the exaggerated
curves of his feminine form as the sash was tied around his
tiny corseted waist. The bodice of the dress left the tops
of his plumped up breasts exposed and the hem line ended at
mid thigh. When he was led to the mirror, he saw that he
looked absolutely beautiful. He also noticed that his big
blue eyes had a just-been-laid look about them.
	Gary accompanied Colette to the dining hall. Gretchen
and Olga were already there, having just arrived from Bonn,
and were very pleased with Gary's over all look. Colette was
dismissed and told that her services would not be needed
until later in the week. She wanted to tell Anna that she
loved her. She wanted to kiss her good-bye. She at least
wanted a good-bye hug. She received none of those things as
she slowly turned to leave. She did not even see the way
that the blonde twenty five year old beauty looked after her
as if she were going to get up and run after the younger
brunette. Both lovers knew that there would only be trouble
if they did as they wanted. Luckily, Gretchen and Olga were
busy talking and had not noticed the reactions of the two
lesbian sweethearts.
	Gretchen was happy that her meeting with the Russian
Generals had gone well. Now, however, she wanted to catch up
on lost time with the delicious body of Anna Hartz. She had
Gary sit between her and Olga at the table. The redhead's
hand fell to Gary's thigh beneath the cover of the
embroidered linen table cloth. Gary could feel the questing
fingers opening the folds of his satin wrap dress, baring
his silk covered legs. Of all the other people in the dining
hall, only Olga could see the goings on beneath the table
cloth. Dr. Hartz had been sent to pick up parts and would be
gone for the next few days. Gretchen did not have to worry
about him interfering in her plans for his daughter's sexy
little body.
	Gretchen ate with one hand as the long nails of her
left hand slowly caressed the silk covered thigh of the body
swapped American male in the beautiful German female blonde
body. Tingling sensations traveled up and down Gary's
shapely thighs as the redheaded boss's nails slipped from
the reinforced stocking tops to the couple of inches of bare
white skin separating stocking from satin covered vagina.
Despite Gary's wishes, his thighs parted of their own
accord. The dark blue satin material protecting his pubic
mound was already moist when Gretchen's long nails began
teasingly moving across the damp cloth and massaging the
excited puffy lips of his vagina.
	Gary lost interest in his lunch as his orgasm
approached. He had not had any breakfast. Now, he was about
to miss out on half of his lunch as his fork slipped from
his shaking hand and rattled onto his china plate. Gary
glanced around the room to see that there were several other
people eating. Luckily, no one seemed to be paying them any
attention as Gretchen's long nailed fingers pushed the
soaked satin material of the crotch of his panties into his
vagina slit until she found his clitoris. The fingers began
a gentle side to side movement across his swollen clit. Gary
balled his tiny fists as he fought to ward off the
approaching climax. Olga was smiling as she watched her boss
bringing the body swapped male to a fabulous female orgasm
in the great dining hall. Gary gripped the edge of the large
table as his orgasm swept over him. A series of gasps, out
cry's and violent body shakes betrayed him to all in the
room. His body was left slumped in the chair with his legs
spread open as he gasped for breath.
	Gary's erotic display had brought every penis in the
room to erection. All of the women had crossed their legs to
heighten their own state of arousal as their vagina lips
increased pressure on their own excited clitorises. Gary
hastily pulled his wrap dress skirt together as Gretchen and
Olga pulled his still shaken body up from the table and
guided him toward Gretchen's bedroom upstairs. Gretchen had
plans for his innocent female body that would last all
evening and half of the night.
	As soon as Gretchen's bedroom door had closed behind
them, Olga untied the sash around Gary's tiny waist and
removed his dark blue satin wrap dress. He stood before them
in his very sexy dark blue satin lingerie. Gretchen's and
Olga's own dresses quickly joined Gary's on the floor. Each
was dressed in silk, satin and lace brassieres, panties,
garter belts, and stockings. Gary was French kissed, first
by Gretchen, then by Olga as two sets of long thin fingers
dipped into his satin panties to play with his moist
hairless vagina. His already swollen clit was lightly
pinched and pulled until he was near another climax. His own
fingers stroked breasts and panty covered surfaces on the
two women who were working on him.
	Just before Gary could cum again, Gretchen left to open
a armoire while Olga led him to the large ornately carved
bed. Inside of the bedroom wardrobe, was a row of strap on
penises of varying thickness and lengths. Olga moved behind
Gary and encircled him with her arms, letting one hand cover
one of his breasts and the other dip inside of the front of
his soaked satin panties to come to rest over his dripping
vagina. She whispered in his ear, "Gretchen has a big
surprise for you. We hope that you like it as much as you
seem to love eating pussy and having your pussy eaten."
	Gretchen selected the largest of the artificial strap
on penises and approached the bed. As she drew near, Gary's
mind almost went into shock. The dildo she carried in her
hands was absolutely huge!  At the base of the shaft, there
was a large sack containing what looked to be a pair of
tennis balls. A smaller shaft stuck out behind and was
probably intended to be inserted inside of the wearer's
vagina. As Gretchen got closer, Gary could see the strap on
device more clearly. It was over a foot long and was bigger
around than Gary's balled up female fist. It looked to be
the size of a large farm animal's erect penis. Surely, no
woman could ever accommodate such an enormous weapon inside
of her body.
	Gretchen held the gigantic strap on dildo up in front
of Gray's terrified face. Yuri Chomenko had used similarly
sized dildoes on young innocent girls as a form of torture
to extract information from them and their watching
families. Gretchen loved the look of terror in the eyes of
her victims. As much as Gretchen wanted to use this device
on the nearly virginal Gary Richards in Anna Hartz's body,
she could not afford to damage the body of Dr. Hartz's
daughter. Unfortunately, the doctor was entirely too
important to Gretchen's plans for world conquest. She could
not jeopardize those plans for an evening of sadistic
pleasures.
	Gretchen spoke in her European accent, "Wouldn't you
love to experience this penetrating deep inside of your
body?" Gary's pulse raced as the huge fence post sized dildo
was rubbed across the front of his petite female body. Olga
massaged his clitoris at the same time. Olga stopped just as
Gary thought that he was going to have another orgasm.
Gary's feminine body was responding to the nimble fingers
despite being in such close contact with the terrifying
weapon in the redhead's hands. "Don't worry, Little One, I
shall use a smaller cock on your sweet innocent little
pussy." Gretchen kissed Gary's lips before returning to the
cabinet to select a smaller sized strap on.
	Olga played with Gary's drenched clitoris as her boss
returned with a strap on dildo that was about six and a half
inches long and only a little over an inch in diameter. It
had a much smaller sack attached at the base with marble
sized balls inside. Protruding out the back was a five and a
half inch dildo for the pleasure of the wearer. Gary watched
as Gretchen slid her own panties down to the floor and
stepped out of them, kicking them off of over her high heel
shoes before slipping the backward facing dildo inside of
her own hairless slit and attached the straps around her
waist and the upper part of each thigh.
	By wearing a strap on dildo, Gretchen was able to re-
live her days as the male, Yuri Chomenko. In his redheaded
beauty contestant body, Yuri was a physical contradiction.
He was inside of Gretchen's gorgeous female body, but had
the erection of an average grown man. She had a beautiful,
if slightly evil smile upon her pretty face as she moved
closer to the quivering blonde whose satin panties were
being lowered by her Russian partner in seduction, Olga.
	Gary could not take his eyes off of the artificial cock
that bobbed up and down as Gretchen moved closer to him. He
had always been a heterosexual male and had never desired
sex with a man. Of course, the rest of Gretchen appeared to
be very female, he reminded himself as she put her arms
around him and pulled him into her erotic embrace. Her strap
on rubbed against his smooth vagina lips as their large
breasts touched. Her lips were soft and feminine as they
kissed and Olga slipped her hand between them to guide the
head of the rubber penis between Gary's moist thighs. The
strap on cock rubbed against Gary's still excited clit as
Gretchen's tongue invaded his sweet mouth.
	Olga lifted Gary's arms until they were around the tall
redhead's neck and he automatically wrapped his lithe arms
tighter. It was as if his female body was taking over his
actions. Perhaps, it actually wanted to be penetrated by
Gretchen's artificial cock? Maybe the sex drive was buried
so deeply in the lower brain that when people were swapped,
the sex drive remained with the body and the upper brain
exerted little control over those basic needs. Gary could
not help himself. The strap on began to feel very, very good
as it slowly slide in and out between his moist thighs and
it rubbed against his swollen vaginal lips and stiff
clitoris.
	Gretchen and Olga decided it was the right time to lay
the blue eyed blonde on the bed. Gary found himself almost
willingly obeying their instructions as they told him to
spread his legs to make room for Gretchen to lay between
them. The rubber truncheon was warm to the touch as it was
guided to the entrance to Gary's lower body. He thought
about jumping up from the huge bed and running out the door,
but found that his limbs seemed to be paralyzed. Even when
he felt the domed head of the strap on spreading open the
nether lips of his dripping vagina, he could not move. All
he could do was gasp and quiver.
	Gretchen loved the power that she had over the sexy
blonde underneath her. Yuri Chomenko had wanted to screw
this body since the first time he had laid eyes on Anna's
beautiful thirteen year old body. If it had not been for her
father being so critical to their operations, Yuri would
have had Anna then. Now, a dozen years later, Yuri, now in
Gretchen's body, was finally realizing that dream as she
slipped the first couple of inches of rubber cock into the
nearly virginal belly of Anna Hartz's body. The fact that
Anna's body was now occupied by an American male only made
the situation more erotic to Yuri, in Gretchen Dorfman's
body.
	Gary had never felt such intense sensations. He thought
that he should not be enjoying what the two women were doing
to him, but as he felt the domed head of the strap on dildo
nuzzling in the wet folds of his vagina, seeking entrance to
his lower body, he could offer no more resistance than an
impassioned moan. As the weapon penetrated his opening, his
female body surrendered itself to the pleasures of the
flesh. His silk covered legs lifted off the bed and wrapped
themselves around the redhead's narrow waist automatically
to allow Gretchen a better angle of penetration. He had made
love to several women during his forty nine years. Now, it
was his turn. This was the first time that he was allowed to
experience what sex is like while a cock stroked in and out
of his feminine body and he found himself loving it.
	Olga was mesmerized by the situation that was occurring
on the large bed in front of her. It looked as if Anna's big
blue eyes were going to pop out of their sockets as another
inch or two of the smooth shaft was shoved into her curvy
blonde body. Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly as
her entire body quivered with each stroke of the strap on
penis. Gretchen was already cumming as she finally shoved
the entire cock into the feminine body beneath her in one
final stroke. A nub on the top of the base of the penis
rubbed against Anna's clit and brought her to a simultaneous
orgasm. Olga thought that watching two apparent females
enjoying each other was the most erotic thing that she had
ever seen. The fact that they had both been males and had
been swapped into female bodies only added to the eroticism
of the situation. Olga arose from the bed and moved to the
cabinet and picked up an eight inch strap on dildo.
	Gary Richards was experiencing a series of massive
orgasms as the redheaded beauty contestant continued
stroking her dildo in and out of his feminine belly. When
Gretchen finally rolled off of him, pulling the dripping wet
rubber cock from his swollen pussy, Olga took Gretchen's
place. Gary looked down between his up thrust breasts to
helplessly watch Olga's longer, and thicker, dildo being
guided to his defenseless vagina. As the rubber truncheon
slowly disappeared from sight, his vaginal sheath was
stretched by the ridges along the sides of the larger tool.
	It seemed as if Gary's female orgasms occurred every
couple of minutes as the ex Soviet spy used her KGB training
in lesbian seduction to further convert the former American
male into a lesbian love slave. Gary's petite blonde body
was covered in a layer of perspiration from the physical
exertions. When Olga pulled her long pole from his stretched
vagina and lay beside him, Gary saw Gretchen approaching the
bed, wearing the huge dildo. Gary's legs felt as if they
were made of soft rubber and would not obey his commands to
jump up from the bed and run from the room. Gretchen smiled
at him as she stood before the bed, stroking her huge
lubricated rubber cock with both hands. "Don't worry my
little dove, this is not for you. At least, not tonight."
	Olga removed her own strap on dildo and was now lying
on her back with her tattered silk stocking covered legs
spread in anticipation of Gretchen's immense plastic penis
as if this were a common occurrence. Gary lay silently on
the bed beside the Soviet spy and German beauty contestant
and watched in amazement as the massive telephone pole sized
dildo was swallowed by Olga's almost impossibly stretched
vagina. It looked as if it took every ounce of the redhead's
weight to force the last inch into the brunette.
	Olga's eyes were glazed over and, even though they were
wide open, they were not seeing the events in the room as
she shuddered and shook from continuous orgasms that lasted
until she fainted. Gary had also reached another climax as
his slender fingers strummed his clitoris while he watched
the wildly erotic action only inches from his own aroused
feminine body.
	Sleep finally overtook the exhausted females as they
lay together on the large carved wood bed.

					*******

	Consciousness came slowly to Gary. Even though the
words were in German and Gary had only taken a crash course
in the language before his vacation to Germany, he found
that Anna Hartz's portion of his memory helped him to
understand what was being said. Perhaps it was because he
was still almost in a dream state that he could comprehend
the conversation. He could hear Gretchen and Olga talking
about their plans for the money that they would steal from
the Federal Reserve Banks in the United States once they had
the secret passwords that the real Anna was to bring back
from America. Gary pretended to still be asleep so that he
could listen.
	Gretchen was saying, "General Romanoff will deliver
twelve hydrogen bomb tipped SS20 missiles for the one
billion US dollars. Then, we will be a powerful force in
world politics. Nations will pay tribute and we will set up
our own country. I will have a continuos supply of pretty
play things such as Anna. With Hartz's memory transfer
machine, I will be free to swap into any body that I desire.
I will live forever. Eventually, I may be Emperor of Earth.
And you, Olga, can sit at my right hand. Just imagine the
possibilities!"
	Gary heard Olga say, "You can start with one country.
Consolidate your power. Then, substitute your own agents
into the bodies of the rulers of the other countries until
you control the entire world. A brilliant plan!"
	Olga paused for a moment before adding, "I wish we
could keep the American in Anna's body. He has been so
disoriented since the swap that it has been so much easier
to seduce him than it would have been with the real Anna.
Too bad we will have to kill him after we swap them back."
	Gary awoke the rest of the way although he continued to
pretend to be asleep. Gretchen and Olga switched to speaking
in Russian, which Anna could speak, but it was not her first
language. Gary could not pick out more than a few words from
the conversation. He had, however, already heard enough. He
had hoped that he could trust them when he had been told
that they would release him after they had obtained the
passwords. Now, he realized that they had lied to him.
	Gary watched, through semi closed eyelids, as Gretchen
used a computer in the corner of her bedroom to access her
bank accounts to shift ten million US dollars to General
Romanoff's Swiss bank as a down payment on the missiles. If
Gary were left alone in the room, perhaps he could write a
short program to record Gretchen's password. If he could set
up a Swiss bank account of his own and transfer all of her
money into his new account, he could make it difficult for
the evil redhead to accomplish her goal of world conquest.
He had nothing to loose.

				*******
Part 4

	Gretchen and Olga were preparing to leave for another
meeting in Frankfurt as Gary crept out of Gretchen's
disheveled bed. Monsieur Roberto and his assistants would
keep them occupied for at least half an hour in the salon
down the hall.

Gary sat down in front of the already turned on
computer in his captor's bedroom and tried to access the
Internet. Not knowing the pass word made the attempt
impossible. Then, Gary noticed a complimentary CD for
Internet service. He quickly inserted it in the computer and
started the software. He had a special credit card that he
used for Internet purchases. Luckily, he had used it often
enough to remember the account number. Within fifteen
minutes, he had access to the world wide web.

	Gary spent another five minutes setting up a email
account and sending a message to the Federal Reserve Board
to change their passwords because of a security breach. He
used the passwords that were exclusively his own to let them
know that the warning was no hoax. He told them of the plot
to steal over a billion dollars from the United States
Banking system by using an agent to double for Gary
Richards. He also told them of the mansion outside of
Frankfurt, Germany, where he was being held prisoner. He
told them that there was a young blonde German woman that
would use the password, "Sparrow", to identify herself to
them. He told them that they should treat her as an ally and
that they could trust her. He had already decided not to
tell them of the mind swapping machine because he was afraid
that they would not believe it and, therefore, not believe
the story about the plot to steal the money.

He was almost out of time and was becoming nervous. As
much as he wanted to email his daughter and the people where
he worked and warn them of the impostor in his body, he was
not sure how to explain the situation to them in a way that
they could believe him. He found the web site that had the
software that recorded every key stroke made on a computer
and downloaded it. Luckily, Gretchen had a DSL line and the
download did not require much time. Starting the software
program, Gary deleted the new software application icons
from the desktop of the computer, leaving the program
running in the back ground. If Gretchen used the computer to
transfer any more money from her Swiss bank accounts, the
account name and password would be recorded.

	Gary arose from the computer just as he heard the brass
door knob being turned in the massive carved oak door. He
quickly dove face down into the bed as the door began
swinging open. Gretchen's long red hair was arranged in a
pile of interlocking curls that hung from the top of her
head and draped to the left side. Her make up and nails were
perfect. She only needed to change into her designer
clothing before leaving for her meeting. She saw Gary
Richards, in the very pretty blonde body of Anna Hartz,
seemingly asleep in her bed and smiled to herself. After
wanting to screw that nubile body every since Anna was in
her early teens, Yuri, was pleased with himself. Yuri, now
also in a beautiful female body, had enjoyed himself the
previous night and was considering whether or not to use the
biggest strap on dildo on Anna's almost virginal body before
he swapped them back.

	Gretchen walked up to the side of her antique bed and
swatted Gary's shapely up turned bottom with her hand. She
loved the way the rounded bottom jiggled slightly. Perhaps
she would give the body swapped American businessman a
spanking before she used the monster dildo? Maybe, she would
even open up his tight little anus with one of her strap on
dildoes? She spoke, "Mister Richards, it is time for you to
go to your own room and take a bath. Then, Roberto will do
your hair for today. I will be back this evening and we will
have some more fun. Now, go." Gary was helped out of bed,
pointed toward the door, given another swat on his shapely
bottom and a gentle push.

	Monsieur Roberto's two older assistants were waiting
for Gary inside his room. He looked but Colette was no where
in sight. He was ushered to the bathroom where a steaming
bubble bath was already prepared.

	The two older women striped his remaining lingerie from
his shapely form before they assisted him into the steaming
tub of bubble bath. After the tension of setting up the
computer software while running the risk of being caught,
Gary found the bath soothing to his on edge nerves. He lay
back and let the two women wash his delicate feminine body.
Each expertly used a safety razor to remove his body hair
from his legs, underarms and pubic mound. Gary had to admit
that he had come to enjoy such attention and would miss it
when he was able to escape from the mansion, bring back help
and finally be re-united with his own male body.

	When Gary was helped from the ornate tub, his beautiful
body gently toweled dry and led into the bedroom, he did not
object as he was pushed back to lie on the bed. He even
voluntarily spread his luscious thighs to allow one of the
women room to kneel between them. The other woman was
smiling as she took one of his pink swollen nipples into her
mouth and began suckling on the ultra sensitive tip. Gary
made a gasping sound as the women between his thighs licked
up the length of his moist slit at the same time. He let his
legs rest on the shoulders of the woman munching on his
stiffened clitoris as he felt his first orgasm of the day
approaching. The woman sucking on his nipple shifted to his
other nipple just as his curvaceous body bowed upward in
ecstasy.

	Gary wore nothing but a thin pink silk robe, a pair of
pink high heel slippers and a satisfied smile as he walked
into the room that Monsieur Roberto used as a salon. He had
become accustomed to walking in high heels and moved with a
fluid grace and confidence that he definitely had not had
just a few days before. He sat in the chair and let the hair
dresser and his two assistants work their magic on his hair,
face and nails.

	Gary even found that he enjoyed the strict caress of
the black satin waist cincher as it was tightened around his
already tiny mid-section. A long length pair of black silk
stockings were carefully slid up his legs and attached to
the six garter straps dangling from the waist cincher. A
pair of black lace trimmed black satin panties and brassiere
adorned his feminine charms. Next, came the black patent
leather pumps and the black satin dress. A wide black patent
leather belt cinched in around his tiny waist gave him a
petite hour glass figure. A quick glance in the mirror was
enough to tell Gary that he was truly beautiful.

	Later in the morning, after Gretchen and Olga had gone
on their business trip, Gary wandered down to the basement
laboratory. One of the things that he had learned was that
he actually liked Doctor Hartz. The scientist was a genius.
Not only that, but he seemed to be a good person. Gary
figured that if Dr. Hartz had not been born behind the Iron
Curtain, he probably would have been the most respected
research scientist in the world. As it was, he had some how
gotten himself tied up with a ruthless mastermind like
Gretchen, who, he now knew, planned on killing him after he
was back in his own body.

	Doctor Hartz was visibly glad to see his daughter, even
if he knew that it was really another person occupying her
body and that she was actually thousands of kilometers away.
He took the time to explain an improvement that he had made
in the memory swapping machine. Doctor Hartz and the person
in his daughter's body carried on a discussion about the
neural interface circuitry for almost two hours. During this
time, Dr. Hartz revealed even more of his research results
to Gary. It was only natural that they should eat lunch
together. It was then, while sitting at a corner table by
themselves, that Gary whispered to the Doctor what he had
overheard that morning.

	Dr. Hartz, closed his eyes, put his fork down and
stopped eating. He had been afraid that Yuri Chomenko might
do such a thing. He had Yuri's word that he would not kill
anyone else. Yuri had explained to him that taking the life
of Gretchen Dorfman after he had switched bodies with her
was the last time that he would ever have to kill anyone.
Deep down inside, Dr. Hartz had known that he was being lied
to by his evil old boss. He had let himself be deluded by
his own desire for the bloodshed to end.

	"Herr Richards, I promise you that I will do all that I
can to prevent you from being killed. You see, the person
that you know as Gretchen Dorfman was actually the a man. He
director of the East German KGB who we swapped into her body
after the Wall was torn down. His name was Yuri Chomenko and
he was the head of the East German office of the KGB. He was
ruthless enough to out live all of his competition in the
KGB. He had many of them killed. It was even rumored that
the Party Leaders in Moscow kept him isolated in East
Germany to keep him from taking over all of the Soviet
Union."

	"At any rate, Yuri will not try to eliminate you until
you are switched back into your own body. We have almost a
week to devise a plan for your escape because Anna probably
will not return before then." He picked up his fork and
returned to eating his lunch in silence as he thought about
different ways to save the American's life.

	After lunch, Gary was on his way upstairs to go to the
bathroom when he met Boris, the agent that had made a pass
at him a couple of days before. Boris's mustache bristled as
his eyes roved up and down Gary's small delicate body. The
young blonde was just asking for his special form of loving
when she paraded about the mansion in her tight black satin
dress. The bodice mounded itself to the curves of her
oversized breasts. A wide black patent leather belt cinched
the waist line to an almost impossible degree. The hemline
ended about half way down a very shapely pair of thighs,
exposing the black silk stockings covering the long shapely
legs. A pair of tiny black patent leather high heel pumps
completed the enticing outfit. Boris felt his massive penis
shifting and lengthening in his shorts as he thought of what
he wanted to do to this vision of feminine loveliness.

	Gary attempted to move around the Russian Bear sized
man blocking his path. Boris slipped a muscular arm around
his tiny waist and whispered in Gary's delicate shell like
ear, "What is your hurry, Babushka? The boss and Olga will
not return for another couple of hours. Why don't we go to
your room so I can show you what a woman's body feels like
when she is made love to by a real man?"

	Gary tried to pull Boris's arm from around his waist
but found that Boris was just too strong. He attempted an
old karate move by grabbing Boris's middle finger to pry it
and the entire hand away from him. It was like trying to
bend a large iron pipe. Boris pushed Gary's tiny feminine
body up against a wall and was lowering his lips toward
Gary's when Doctor Hartz came to the rescue, "Boris! Release
her this minute or I will have you punished as soon as
Fraulein Gretchen returns!"

	Boris shifted his eyes to the Doctor. He knew that he
could break the Doctor in two with his bare hands. He also
knew that the Doctor was much more valuable to Gretchen that
he was. Boris grudgingly released the young blonde beauty.
"As you wish, Doctor Hartz. I was just trying to be
friendly." His mustache parted slightly as he smiled while
he was making plans for later. Doctor Hartz watched Gary
Richards, in his daughter's body, hurriedly climb the stairs
and reach the relative safety of the hallway leading to his
room before he returned to his basement laboratory.

	When Gretchen and Olga returned, Doctor Hartz told them
of Boris's actions. He did not reveal that he now knew about
the plans to eliminate Gary Richards after he was swapped
back into his male body. He did not want them to know that
Richards had overheard them.

	Gretchen promised to have a talk with Boris as she left
the Doctor downstairs. The evil thought patterns that had
been transferred into the young redhead's brain liked the
idea. Having the American businessman forced submit to
Boris's caveman style love making would be quite
entertaining to watch. Plus, Boris's tool was about the same
size as her largest dildo. It would be especially enjoyable
knowing that the prim and proper Anna Hartz's body would
have it's belly pumped full of Russian sperm. Maybe, Anna,
after she had her own body returned to her, would have the
surprise of finding out that she was pregnant. Richards
would be dead by then and Gretchen could always disavow any
knowledge of how Anna's body had been impregnated. Yuri
liked the idea very much.

	Gretchen and Olga had already made plans on how to best
enjoy the delectable body of Anna Hartz this evening.
Perhaps they would invite Boris to join them on another
night. Gretchen could imagine Olga holding a shapely leg and
her holding a shapely leg as Boris settled his huge bulk
between them. Poor Gary Richards, in Anna's little feminine
body, would be impaled on the massive cock that Boris
carried in his trousers. Olga asked her redheaded companion
why she was smiling. Gretchen told her that she would have
to explain later as they entered Anna's bedroom.

	Gary had been trying to think of a viable escape plan
when his door opened. At first, when he heard the massive
oak door opening, he was afraid that Boris had decided to
pay him an unannounced and uninvited visit. Despite the fact
that he realized that Gretchen, who he now knew was
originally an old man named Yuri Chomenko, was intending to
kill him in a few short days, he was relieved that it was
her and Olga, and not Boris, coming through his doorway.

	Gretchen spoke in her soft foreign accent, "Good
afternoon my little dove. How are you today?" Gary responded
that he was doing well. The redhead moved closer and slipped
an arm around Gary's tiny waist as she said, "That is good.
I guess you are becoming more comfortable in your new body."
Gary forced himself not to turn his head away as Gretchen
pressed her red lips against his. He even parted his lips
slightly as her tongue penetrated into his mouth. Gretchen
pulled her lips away long enough to add, "Tonight, I think
that we shall try something new." Gary never found out
exactly what Gretchen's plans were because her cell phone
began ringing a moment later.

Gretchen released the cute blonde and answered her
phone. Gary could not understand the conversation since it
was in Russian. General Romanov had made arrangements for
the purchase of a couple of Russian Air Force cargo jets to
carry the stolen nuclear missiles to Germany but needed
another ten million US dollars to pay off the Russian Air
Force Generals. Gretchen reluctantly agreed to the price,
hung up the phone and said, "You will excuse me while I take
care of some financial business." Gretchen left Gary's
bedroom.

	Olga smiled at Gary as she moved in to take his petite
body into her arms. Olga realized that she had begun to have
an emotional attachment for the pretty blonde beauty. She
knew that it was not smart to become infatuated with some
one that she would probably end up having to terminate, but
she had never been in this situation before. Gary could feel
the massive breasts of the long haired brunette pressing
into his own as her red lips met his. His nipples were erect
in his black satin brassiere as her tongue snaked into his
moist mouth. Gary could not explain why lesbian sex excited
him so much as Olga's hands cupped his shapely buttocks and
forced their pubic mounds to rub against each other as her
tongue probed his suctioning mouth.

Olga placed her hands on Gary's narrow shoulders and
pressed downwards. Their lips lost contact as the pressure
increased. Gary did not resist as he was pushed to his knees
on the carpeted floor. From Gary's angle, he could see
Olga's bright blue eyes and her smile as she took the hem of
her skirt in her hands and drew it up her curvaceous thighs.
Gary's eyes dropped to the cinnamon colored silk encasing
the Russian woman's shapely legs as the darker re-enforced
tops of the stockings came into view. Gary licked his lips
as he saw that the brunette was wearing a red garter belt
and wispy red silk panties under her skirt.

	Olga wrapped the fingers of her right hand around the
back of Gary's blonde head and pulled his pretty face into
the warm silk of her panties. Gary's pert nose could feel
the heat emanating from the Russian woman's excited vagina.
He found himself nuzzling his mouth into the silky crotch of
her moist panties. His fingers pulled the silk crotchband
aside as his tongue delved into Olga's lubricated slit and
licked her clitoris. He felt her body shudder as he wrapped
his soft ruby red lips around the stiff little clit and
began sucking on it. It took Olga only a little over three
minutes to experience her first climax.

	A few minutes later, Gretchen returned to Gary's
bedroom just as Olga's and Gary's dresses had been
discarded. "Okay, girls, I am horny and we only have half an
hour before Olga and I leave for Frankfurt." She did not say
that while she was electronically transferring the extra ten
million dollars to General Romanov, she had checked her
email and that the real Anna Hartz had sent an email saying
that she would return to the Frankfurt airport tonight at
nine o'clock. Anna had picked up the passwords and was
returning earlier than scheduled. She and Olga would leave
in half an hour to be in Frankfurt to pick Anna up when her
plane arrived. Gretchen was even hornier than Olga had been
and wanted Anna's female body to get her off at least one
more time before Gary and Anna were switched back into their
own bodies.

"Gary, I want you to eat my pussy." Gretchen lay back
on Gary's antique bed as she raised her skirts and parted
her thighs. She wore blue lingerie to match her dress. Gary
could not disobey the command to eat Gretchen's sweet juicy
pussy. He had been too well trained since the swap. He
pulled her panties to one side as his ruby lips and
wriggling tongue worked on his captor's wet hairless vagina.
Gary made Gretchen reach three orgasms before the two women
left him alone and unsatisfied.

	Gary, wearing nothing but his black satin lingerie,
looked out the window and saw the headlights of the big
Mercedes sedan as it left the garage and followed the drive
way around the house on it's path to the front gate. His
dainty little hands cupped his satin and lace supported
breasts and pinched his erect nipples through the material
before he could force himself to remove his hands from his
sensitive mounds. He knew that his number one priority had
to be getting to Gretchen's computer to see if he could get
the passwords to her Swiss bank accounts. Not knowing that
they had gone to the airport to pick the returning Anna
Hartz, he thought that he could always masturbate later.

	Gary did not even take the time to put his dress on. He
checked the hallway to make sure that it was clear before he
quickly, at least for a girl in very high heels, moved to
Gretchen's bedroom door. Luckily, Gretchen had been so
excited about getting her evil hands on a billion US
dollars, she had forgotten to lock the door. Gary sat down
at the computer and checked the monitoring software. It was
running. Not only was it running, but it had recorded every
key stroke that Gretchen had made. Including the secret
passwords and the email from the real Anna Hartz!

	Gary logged into his own Internet account and went to
one of the Swiss bank's web pages. There, he established a
numbered account by transferring a thousand US dollars into
the account from his credit card. Once that had been
accomplished, he logged out of his Internet software and,
using Gretchen's pass words, logged into her ISP. From
there, he used her secret account codes and password to
transfer every last cent of the approximately seven hundred
million US dollars from her bank account into his own Swiss
bank account.

	Gary also read the record of the email from Anna Hartz.
She was returning tonight! That meant that he had to escape
tonight or else he would be terminated after they were
switched back into their own bodies.

	Gary emailed the entire contents of Gretchen's hard
drive to his business computer account.  He figured no one
else would read it in the hard drive where he placed it.
Next, he downloaded a known virus from  the Internet. The
virus program would over-write the entire hard drive. He
knew that deleted data would still be sitting on the hard
drive and that there were several ways to undelete deleted
files. This software would make that an impossibility. It
would wipe out all of Gretchen's personal computer files.

	Gary knew that if he could prevent Gretchen from
getting the money from the Federal Reserve Banking System
and deplete her banking account, she would have trouble
carrying out her evil plans for world conquest. He smiled as
he stood up, turned and started for the door to Gretchen's
bedroom just as it swung open. It was Boris!

	"What are you doing in the Boss's bedroom? You are not
supposed to be here." Boris's stern expression turned into a
smile as he saw that the young blonde wore only sexy black
satin and lace lingerie. His dick was swelling in size as
his ears heard the feeble excuse that she was hiding in
Gretchen's bedroom. When he asked, "And who are you hiding
from?" Her answer was that she was hiding from him only made
his cock grow bigger and stiffer.

He could see the skimpily clad blonde tremble as he
approached. He knew that she knew that Gretchen and Olga had
left the mansion and would not return for hours. He also
knew that she knew that Doctor Hartz was probably still in
the basement laboratory working on his machinery and would
not come to her assistance this time. This time, Gary would
be at the mercy of the gigantic Russian.

	Boris towered over his blonde prey. Gary glanced up at
him and did not like the predatory expression on Boris's
face. "Babushka, do not worry your pretty little head about
anything. Just put yourself in Boris's big strong hands and
I will make sure that you enjoy yourself." Gary tried to
dart around the big Russian only to find out that he was
much faster than he looked. Boris wrapped a huge arm around
Gary's petite mid section and lifted his tiny high heeled
feet from the floor.

	Gary's struggling female body was easily carried to the
ornate bed and tossed onto his back. Boris reached into his
coat pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He dropped
them next to Gary and said, "Another stunt like that and I
will handcuff you for your own protection." Judging from the
smile peeking out from under the bushy mustache, Gary
figured that Boris would enjoy that too.

	Boris removed his jacket as he looked down on the
beautiful but terrified woman lying on the ornate bed. He
wore a shoulder holster with a pistol carried in a
horizontal position. It was held in place by a thumb strap.
Gary saw the name, "Glock", embossed in the side of the
handle. He had a friend that had bought two such hand guns.
He remembered his friend saying that, "The guns have no
manual safety to operate. You just pull them out of a
holster and start shooting. In fact, the police agencies are
getting rid of the guns because rookies pull them out and
accidentally shoot innocent people. It turns out that the
guns are considered dangerous because they have a tendency
to go off whenever some one pulls the trigger!"

	Gary's thoughts were brought back to his current
situation when Boris placed his huge hand over the front of
his black satin and lace panties. Gary grabbed Boris's hand
and tried to remove it but could not. Boris was too big and
too strong. Boris grinned down at him as he curled his
middle finger in between Gary's soft white thighs and onto
the smooth satin crotchband of his panties. Boris loved the
frightened look in the big innocent blue eyes of the woman
whose vagina was being massaged by the questing fingers of
his large powerful hand. He thought that since the panties
were already moist, she must want him. He did not know that
the moistness was due to orally servicing Gretchen and Olga
before they left without getting any release of her own.
Gary pleaded with the huge Russian, "Please, Boris, let me
go and I will pay you money!"

	"Hush, Babushka! I have made love to many women. I do
not want money. I want this!" To emphasize what he meant,
Boris slipped his middle finger under the satin crotchband
of Gary's panties and, after wetting it in the juices he
found there, shoved it deep into Gary's already over heated
vagina. Gary gasped as he tried to move away from the huge
invading finger. The more he wiggled as he tried to escape,
the deeper the finger penetrated into his helpless vagina.

	Boris reached around Gary and unhooked his brassiere
with his left hand. Boris's middle finger rotated and
stroked in and out of the moist vagina as his thumb rubbed
and massaged the growing clitoris. By the time that Gary
realized that his brassiere was being unhooked, it was
already removed and flung halfway across the bed. He was
defenseless as Boris began sucking on his large pink
nipples.

	If only Gretchen or Olga had returned the favor as he
had gone down on them. He would have had an orgasm and his
body would not have been so keyed up that he would not have
been able to resist the sensations generated in his
sensitive wet vagina and extended pink nipples. As much as
Gary did not want to respond sexually to another man, he
could feel an orgasm approaching as the long thick finger
continued to stroke in and out of his throbbing vagina. He
knew that it would be only a few minutes before he came for
Boris.

	Boris was grinning from ear to ear as he watched the
facial expressions on the pretty face. He knew that the
American business man in Anna Hartz's body probably thought
that having sex with him would be a form of homosexuality.
Boris did not care. What he was looking at was all woman. A
beautiful young blonde German woman that he wanted to fuck
until she could not walk! He could fuck her now, and after
the real Anna was transferred back into this body, he would
be able to grin at her because he had fucked her body.

	Boris switched his suctioning lips to the other nipple.
He could hear the girl gasping for air as her climax drew
closer. His hand was now moving so fast that his hand was
almost a blur as it pumped in and out of the blonde's
dripping wet cunt. Her hips were involuntarily rising up to
meet the thrusts of his finger as she was moaning. Boris's
cock was so stiff, he was afraid that it would rip his
trousers!

	Gary had vainly tried to resist the sensations
generated by his female body and had failed completely.
Boris had over half of Gary's right tit in his cavernous
mouth as his huge tongue licked the swollen pink nipple.
Just as Gary thought that his nipple could not take any more
stimulation, Boris switched to left boob. That, plus what
was happening to his crotch, pushed Gary over the edge as
his body was racked by a massive toe curling orgasm.

	Boris held onto the tiny feminine body as it bucked and
writhed on the bed. He rubbed the distended clitoris hard
with his thumb to prolong the climax for several minutes as
the blonde writhed uncontrollably. By the time, which seemed
like hours later to Gary, that Boris stopped rubbing his
swollen clit, Gary's female form was covered in perspiration
and his entire body was shaking in after shocks. Boris
hooked his meaty fingers into the waistband of Gary's black
satin panties and slowly pulled them down over his silk
covered legs. When they hung up on one of Gary's black
patent leather pumps, Boris left them dangling there.

	Boris saw that Gary's cunt was bald and said, "Lesbians
love shaved pussies. That way, they can be carpet munchers
and not get hair in their teeth." Boris had planned on
fucking the pretty blonde right away. Seeing her shaven cunt
made him change his mind. He picked the petite blonde up by
her hips and raised them to the same level as his lips. His
broad tongue forced itself deep into the wet swollen folds
of her pussy.

Gary had no control over his body as he was being held
almost upside down. His black silk covered thighs
involuntarily wrapped themselves around Boris's thick neck
in an attempt to hold on. This only made it easier for
Boris's tongue to reach deeper into his out of control
vagina. With the bristling mustache tickling his clitoris,
it was only a few minutes before he was cumming once again.

	The high pitched cries of ecstasy coming from the young
woman at the same time that her body jerked and shook told
Boris that he had brought her to another gigantic climax. He
continued to eat her snatch until she stopped writhing. He
lowered her nearly unconscious form to the bed. The blonde's
blue eyes were almost rolled back in her pretty head as her
chest, and massive tits, rose and fell quickly. Her black
satin waist cincher gripped her tiny middle. Six garter
straps were attached to the tops of her long black silk
stockings. Her black satin panties still hung on one of her
black patent leather high heel pumps. Her legs were spread
obscenely in the position that had Boris left them in. Boris
unzipped his trousers. As he unbuckled his belt, he could
not decide if he should get the young woman to suck his cock
first, or, if he would just fuck her tight juicy cunt.

Gary began to recover from his orgasms as he was being
pulled to a sitting position. Even before his eyes were able
to focus, something extremely large was being rubbed across
his soft ruby red lips. Boris used his thumbs against Gary's
jaw bone to pry his mouth open. Then, it felt as if a
baseball was being forced into his mouth. Gary came fully
awake to find that that Boris had the head of his huge erect
penis stretching his soft red lips.

	Boris loved the erotic sight of the beautiful blonde
fraulein with his over sized cock in her mouth. "Babushka,
do not bite or else I will have to hurt you very, very
badly. Understand? Okay. I want you to use you sweet little
tongue to lick the head of my dick. And, form a suction with
your lips around my cock while you are at it. Any one in
that sexy body should be a great cock sucker. Get busy."
Boris wrapped his huge meaty hands around the blonde's small
head and began rocking it on and off of his stiff cock.

	Gary tried to figure a way out of his situation even as
his head was being forcibly stroked back and forth on the
enormous penis. What worried him even more than the fact
that he was essentially being raped by the large Russian was
the fact that some part of his being, the feminine part that
accompanied the female body he was inside of, was beginning
to enjoy giving Boris a blow job. Gary rolled his big blue
eyes upwards and saw Boris grinning down at his pretty face
as it stretched around his immense tool. Gary also noticed
that he could probably reach the pistol in Boris's shoulder
holster. Some how, he had to reach the gun!

	Boris smiled even bigger as he felt the small red
tongue begin licking around the rim of the head of his iron
hard cock. He thought that the American business man had
probably lost the battle with his female brain and body. The
German girl was sucking Boris's dick as well as any slut
that he had ever had the pleasure of carnally knowing. When
he saw both of the delicate hands come up to wrap around the
thick shaft of his cock and begin stroking up and down in
time with the warm wet suctioning on the baseball sized
head. Boris closed his eyes and tilted his head back as he
enjoyed his blow job.

	Gary was watching Boris as he sucked his huge cock.
When Boris closed his eyes and rolled his head back, that
was Gary's cue. He freed his right hand and, as quickly as
he could move while still shaking from his previous orgasms,
grabbed the butt of the Glock pistol, unsnapped the thumb
strap and pulled it from Boris's shoulder holster. By the
time Boris realized what the blonde had done, the barrel of
the gun was pointed at his chest and her stretched red lips
had been pulled from his almost ready to ejaculate weapon.

	"Babushka! What are you doing?" Boris exclaimed. "You
are not a killer. You could never shoot me. You don't have
the balls to pull the trigger!" Boris laughed as he prepared
to grab the gun away from the petite young blonde.

	Gary realized that he would have trouble killing Boris,
even though Boris was about to rape him. Gary reached out
with his left hand and took Boris's still hard cock in as
strong of a grip as his tiny hand could manage. Then, he
placed the muzzle of the gun against the base of the
Russian's erect penis. "If you try to take your gun back it
will go off and you will loose your dick and balls. Then,
neither of us will have balls! Understand?"

	Boris's eyes grew large. Boris was a brave man in a
fight, or a battle, and had killed many people. He had
guessed that Gary Richards could not kill another human
being. This way, however, Richards would not be killing
anyone. It would be Boris, hinself, that caused the gun to
go off as he wrestled it out of the blonde's small hands.
Boris lost his erection when he saw how tightly the trigger
was being held. "Okay, Babushka, what do you want?"

	Gary ordered Boris to pick up his handcuffs from the
bed where he had dropped them. Next, they slowly moved to
the head of the carved oak antique bed where Gary had Boris
handcuff himself to the massive headboard. Now, Gary could
escape from the mansion before Gretchen and Olga returned
with the real Anna. Gary wanted to be back in his own body,
but he knew that his life would probably end almost
immediately there after. He would need to summon help before
he could be safely switched back into his own body.

	Gary stood on his shaky legs as the tremors from his
recent orgasms still coursed through his shapely body. He
glanced at Boris's still slightly swollen penis and wondered
what it would have tasted like to have it shoot it's sperm
down his suctioning throat. Maybe later, Boris could have
shoehorned his massive club into Gary's tight little vagina?
Gary tried to sweep those thoughts out of his head as he
turned to locate something to gag Boris with to keep him
from calling for help as soon as Gary left the room.

	"Babushka, don't leave me like this. Gretchen will get
mad at me. Come on, let me make love to you. You were
enjoying what we were doing. I could tell that you were
really enjoying sucking my big dick. Uncuff me and I will
fuck you better than you have ever fucked." Gary desperately
needed to make Boris be quiet before he was tempted to take
him up on his offer. Gary pulled his black satin and lace
panties from where they were hung on his high heel pump and
stuffed them into Boris's mouth. Then, he used his black
satin brassiere to tie around the Russian's head to hold the
panties in place.

	"Sorry, Boris. But, I have to make sure that you don't
yell for help after I leave." Gary pulled out the key rings
from Boris's pockets and took one last glance at the biggest
penis that he had ever seen before climbing off the bed and
leaving Gretchen's bedroom. The last that Boris noticed
about the American in the cute blonde female body was the
way her cute little round ass wiggled as she walked across
the floor wearing nothing but a black satin waist cincher, a
pair of long length black silk stockings and a pair of black
patent leather high heel pumps. He was left with her wet
panties in his mouth, which did muffle his calls for help.

	After closing Gretchen's door tightly, Gary walked
quickly down the hallway to his own room. He dallied just
long enough to grab his dress and run out of his bedroom in
the direction of the back door to the mansion. Gary donned
his black satin dress as he ran as fast as his high heels
allowed. The bouncing of his large breasts made him wish
that he had taken time to put on another brassiere.

	A key was necessary to open the dead bolt lock on the
inside of the back door. It took five tries to find the
correct key. When the door opened, Gary was outside of the
mansion for the first time since his mind had been switched
into Anna Hartz's body. His high heels clicked on the paving
stones as he hurried toward the detached garage. The chilly
night air swirled up under his thin satin dress and reminded
him that he was not wearing panties.

	Gary found the correct key for the garage and opened
the door. There was an empty space near the door where the
Mercedes sedan had been parked. Next in line was a red
Porsche sports car. Gary found two Porsche keys on one of
the rings. One of them opened the driver's door. A couple of
minutes later, the engine roared to life. Operating a clutch
pedal in high heels was a new experience for Gary. He
managed to find a switch that operated the garage door, put
the transmission in first gear and took off down the drive
way. He had to shift once before he approached the front
gate. There were two other switches. He pressed both and the
gate opened just before the Porsche sped through.

	Gary turned in the direction that they had come the
fateful day that he had arrived at the mansion. He still had
trouble operating the clutch in his high heels. Otherwise,
it was almost like he was driving his 3000GT back home.

The headlights were on high beam and he was rolling
along at almost 150 Kmph, when, as he was rounding a curve,
he saw a roadblock of military type vehicles across the
road. He slammed on the brakes and the Porsche stopped just
in time for the high intensity searchlights to come on and
glare into his windshield.

	Before Gary, blinded by the bright lights, could shift
the transmission into reverse and escape, the drivers door
was yanked open. Some one swiftly reached across, turned off
the ignition switch and pulled out the key. A second later,
Gary was jerked out of the driver's seat and spread eagled,
face down, on the ground. Several sets of hands began
searching every inch of his feminine form before he could
cry out, "Sparrow!" He repeated the pass word twice.

	A couple of hands remained at the moist cleft under his
skirt for far longer than any other hand that searched his
body. Eventually, even they pulled back. Then, he heard one
of the men that was holding him down ask, "What did you
say?" Gary repeated the pass word once more. Gary looked up
to see the soldier speaking into a lapel microphone. "Yes,
Sir! Right away, Sir!"

	Gary was lifted up off the pavement and physically
carried by several soldiers to a waiting HumVee. He was
loaded into the passenger seat as the driver floored the
accelerator and they took off up a little used dirt side
road. Five minutes later, the vehicle reached a small
clearing where a plain looking motor home was parked next to
another HumVee and a helicopter. Another soldier escorted
Gary to the door of the motor home, the inside of which was
anything but plain.

	A middle aged man in civilian clothing greeted Gary as
he climbed the steps into a Delta Force command vehicle. "My
name is Ryan Jackson. I work for an agency of the US
government. We received a dispatch from the Federal Reserve
Chairman forwarding an email from Gary Richards about a plot
to steal money from the Federal Reserve Banks and he
specifically mentioned that we should trust any one using
the code word 'Sparrow'."

	Jackson quickly evaluated the young woman. About mid
twenties. Blond hair in a cute bobbed style. Bright blue
eyes. About five foot six in high heels. Judging from the
way the thin black satin dress hugged her shapely figure,
she had a killer body. And, very obviously, she was not
wearing a brassiere. Jackson figure that there was a
possibility that she was a high priced call girl that Gary
Richards had become involved with while on vacation in
Germany.

	Jackson had led Gary through the tight confines of high
tech electronic gear and the command and control mobile
center personnel to a glass booth in the back of the motor
home. When they were inside, he closed the door. "This is a
sound proof booth for discussions of a nature beyond the
security clearance of the others. Very quickly, tell me
about Gary Richards, Gretchen Dorfman and her plan."

	Gary breathed a sigh of relief. At last, he had some
one that he could tell his story to. "Actually, I am Gary
Richards. Doctor Hartz has developed a machine that can swap
people's minds into another person's body. Anna Hartz, whose
body I am in, is Doctor Hartz's daughter. She is in my body
and has probably stolen the computer pass words to the
Federal Reserve Computer system by now. Did the Federal
Reserve do as I said? Have they changed the codes yet?"

	Ryan Jackson looked at the attractive young blonde for
a moment before he pressed a button and called for Sergeant
Cooper to report to his location. "I wonder," he thought to
himself, "If this whole thing is a false alarm caused by
this deranged young woman?" He was going to have the Sarge
arrest the very pretty, but obviously insane, young lady.

	Gary, not knowing that he was destined to wear a strait
jacket, added. "Doctor Hartz told me that Gretchen Dorfman
was really an old man that had been in the Soviet KGB. They
switched their bodies and killed the girl while she was in
the man's old body. Have you ever heard of some one by the
name of Yuri Chomenko?"

	Sergeant Cooper knocked on the door to the booth.
Jackson thought for a moment, then, opened the door and
asked, "Sarg, could you please get us a couple of cups of
coffee?" As insane as the story sounded, it was the missing
piece in a puzzle that no one else had been able to solve.
It had been a major mystery to the CIA. After the death of
the old sadist, Chomenko, why would all of his KGB people
transfer their loyalty to an eighteen year old beauty
contestant? Sure, she had been implicated in the mysterious
death of a Greek banker just when they had lost over eight
hundred million dollars, but would that be enough to instill
such loyalty? This story was crazy! But, it made sense, too!

	Ryan sighed. He hoped this was for real. "Okay, Miss,
tell me your story from the beginning." Twenty minutes
later, Gary, although having omitted most of the sexual
details, told the last of the story. Ryan Jackson was silent
for a few moments before he nodded his head. He punched a
button and spoke into a microphone, "Proceed on operation
Hansel and Gretel."

	Jackson turned to the attractive blonde, "Mr. Richards,
this situation is classified as top secret and we must
preserve your cover. Therefore, until you are transferred
back into your own body, I will call you by the name of Miss
Hartz." He listened to a tiny in the ear earphone for a
moment before continuing. "We have a Delta Force Strike Team
in place. The jumpers have just left their plane. They will
free fall in from eight thousand feet, deploy their chutes
at five hundred feet and be on the ground very shortly."

	Jackson listened to his ear phone again, then leaned
forward to press the mic button, "That is affirmative. Let's
start moving in." Gary felt the motor home/command center
begin to move. "Miss Hartz, let's go out where we can better
see the video cameras." When they were seated in two chairs
in front of a series of video screens, Gary could see that
the cameras must be located on the helmets of some of the
Delta Force soldiers. A few of cameras were showing a view
of falling through the air as they were parachuting over the
mansion. Another was on a Bradley Fighting Vehicle as it was
poised and apparently about to crash through the gate. Then,
the red Porsche moved in front of it and the military driver
pressed the button to open the gate. It opened as some of
the sky divers landed on the roof and others landed on the
ground beside the mansion.

	Jackson turned to Gary for a second, "The Mercedes
arrived while you were telling me your story. Unfortunately,
it was going in the wrong direction and cleared our road
block. That means that Gretchen Dorfman, Olga and Mr.
Richards have arrived and they know that we are here. I had
hoped that we could catch everyone with their pants down and
not have to fire a shot." Just as the entry team opened the
front door, they were met with a hail of gun fire.

	Two of the Delta Force soldiers were down as others
exchanged fire with the person that appeared to be at the
doorway leading to the basement. Gary told Jackson where the
door led as another soldier was wounded. A grenade took care
of the person defending the basement doorway. A moment later
the soldiers were descending the stairs to secure the
basement and the mind swapping machine. As the first team
member entered the basement, there was a huge explosion that
knocked out the helmet mounted camera and killed the
soldier. Ten minutes later, the mansion was secure.

	Jackson held out his hand to assist Gary as he stepped
down from the motor home onto the drive way of the mansion.
Some smoke poured from the entranceway to the building as
they stepped inside. A Delta Force Captain told them that
they would have to wait a few minutes to go down into the
basement, but that they could inspect the upstairs portion
of the house. Jackson asked to see Gretchen's bedroom and
Gary led the way.

	When Gary opened the carved oak door, he was startled
to see Boris lying on the carpeted floor. A single bullet
hole was in his forehead. Gary had said just enough about
how he had managed to escape for Jackson to figure that this
was the work of Yuri Chomenko. It had been one of the old
KGB boss's trademark's to put a single bullet in the
forehead of those he was executing.

Jackson noticed that the young blonde was nearly in shock.
"Don't worry about Boris. He killed more than ten people
that we know of and deserved what he got. Chomenko, when
questioning some one, used to rape their young daughters
while their entire families were forced to watch. Then,
after he had learned everything that he wanted to know, he
executed the family and put the girl in a KGB whorehouse.
When Chomenko got to old to get it up, he let Boris rape the
girls while he questioned the parents. Boris was a slug and
this is justice." Still, Gary felt responsible for the giant
Russian's death.

	Jackson received word that the basement was now secure
and they went down the staircase to the basement door. It
had been Olga who had shot the Delta Force soldiers. Her
body lay at the top of the basement steps with a Scorpion
machine pistol next to her and a pile of spent 7.65mm
cartridge casings on the floor. Gary could not help but
notice that, even in death, the blue eyed brunette was still
pretty. Jackson took Gary by the elbow and led him down the
stairs.

	At the bottom of the steps, they were met by the
Captain. "They had set charges before we took the basement.
We found a passage way through a hidden panel. It looks as
if Gretchen Dorfman managed to escape. We have not found Dr.
Hartz, either. The American, Richards, is severely wounded.
The medic said he would not survive."

	Gary felt his knees buckling beneath him. Ryan
Jackson's hold on his elbow prevented him from collapsing to
the stone floor. "Where?" Was all that he could ask. Jackson
and the Captain escorted Gary through the smoke to where a
medic was working on a mortally wounded middle aged blonde
haired man.

	Gary could see that Anna was still conscious as he
dropped to his knees beside her prone male body. Red blood
had saturated her shirt as she gasped for breath. She looked
up and almost instantly recognized her female body. She
reached out with a red coated hand and took Gary's much
smaller hand into her own. Her voice was almost a whisper,
"I am sorry for all the trouble that we have caused you."
She coughed, causing red foam to appear on her lips. In an
even weaker voice, she added, "You had a nice life. Now, it
looks like you will have to spend the rest of it as a
woman."

	In the basement of a mansion in Germany, sitting on the
cold stone floor, Gary Richards, in a young female body,
held the hand of the woman whose body he now occupied, as
the woman died, while in his own older male body. Gary's
tears ran down his face and dripped on his black satin
dress. He had never felt so alone.

			*******

Jennifer Richards was the lone passenger in the US
government limousine that had picked her up at the
Washington airport. She could have looked out the window as
they passed the Lincoln Memorial or Washington Monument, but
did not. It was only as the north gates of the White House
opened that she interrupted her thoughts to take notice of
where the government vehicle was taking her.

Jennifer's father had been killed while on vacation in
Germany a couple of weeks before. She had requested
information about how her father had died, but the State
Department had been less than helpful. It was as if the
government was trying to cover up the details of her
father's death. She had made demands for her Senators and
Congressional Representative to investigate. The result was
an invitation to the White House.

She remembered her and her father's last conversation as if
it were only yesterday. He had invited her to go to Germany
with him on his first real vacation in many years. Perhaps,
if she had, he would still be alive? Like most relatives
after loosing a loved one, she once again asked herself if
there was something that she should have done differently
that would have prevented her father's death.

The limo stopped in front of the north entrance to the White
House. A plain clothes Secret Service agent opened the car
door for Jennifer and escorted her past the guards and into
the Presidential Mansion. As she followed the man down the
hallowed halls, she renewed her determination to find out
all of the details of her father's death. The original story
of a terrorist bomb attack was less than believable. She was
shown into a room where two men and a very pretty blonde
woman in a navy blue two piece business suit were already
seated at a conference table. Both men stood up as she
entered the room. One of the men was the President of the
United States.

The President greeted Jennifer, "Miss Richards, I wish to
thank you for coming. Won't you please sit down?" She sat in
the offered leather chair. "I hope that you had a pleasant
trip to Washington. I sent Air Force Two to pick you up as a
token of the gratitude that we, as a Nation feel toward your
father." He paused for a moment before adding, "I also want
to say how sorry I am about you father's unfortunate death.
He was a very brave man."

Jennifer stared at the President as she asked, "Could you
please tell me the details of how my father died?"

The President turned to the man on his left and introduced
him, "I think that I will let Mister Jackson give you the
details." Jennifer shifted her attention to the middle aged
man sitting next to the President and across the table from
her.

"Miss Richards, your father was a hero. He was killed by a
gang of organized terrorists when they kidnapped him in an
attempt to discover the secret passwords to the Federal
Reserve System computer software. They knew that his company
was the source of some new software and had decided that if
they could obtain these pass word codes and a copy of the
software, that they could steal over a billion dollars from
our country. If they had been successful, they would have
bought a dozen nuclear missiles from the black market in
Russia. With such power, they could have murdered billions
of people and destroyed our entire civilization. Your father
risked his life to block their plans for world conquest."

Ryan noticed that a tear was rolling down the pretty
daughter's cheek. Jennifer had just thought of her father as
a company owner who worked too hard. She had never imagined
that her father could be involved in such dangerous
activities. Jennifer gratefully accepted the offered lace
trimmed hanky that the blonde woman passed to her and dabbed
the tears from her eyes as Ryan continued with the approved
for family members official cover story. "Your father worked
in close cooperation with this young woman on my left. They
had secretly known each other for several years." Ryan
Jackson paused for a moment before adding, "They were
married just before your father was killed." Ryan paused for
another moment before he said, "May I introduce your
father's widow, Anna Richards."

There was a Burgermeister in Germany, along with two
witnesses, who would swear that Gary Richards and Anna Hartz
had married on the date written on the phony marriage
license. The ruse would give Gary Richards a means to return
to his home, his business, and, at least to some extent, to
his family.

Jennifer turned an incredulous eye toward the blonde woman
whose hanky she had accepted. She and her father had been
too close for her to believe that he would ever get married
without telling her first. He would have at least invited
her to the wedding. Jennifer felt the rage rising up inside
her as she stood up. "I do not believe it! And, I will not
accept it! I want the truth! And, I want it now!"

The blonde woman spoke for the first time since Jennifer had
entered the room. Tears were now rolling down her cheeks as
she said, "I told you that she would not fall for your
story." Ryan Jackson turned to Anna as she continued,
"Either you tell her the truth, or, I will." The President
and Ryan heard the steel in the soft voice and each
reluctantly nodded their heads in unison.

Gary Richards reached across the table and took his
daughter's hands in his. "Jennifer, please sit back down
because what I have to tell you is even less believable than
the story that they have told you. Please, just listen to
everything that I have to say before you pass judgment."
Jennifer passed the moist hanky back to the blonde woman so
that she, too, could dry the tears that were beginning to
stream down her face. The blonde woman's obvious sincerity
kept Jennifer quiet for the next twenty minutes as a most
amazing story was told to her.

Jennifer's mind told her to reject the blonde's story as
just another government cover-up. The story defied all
logic! Such things could not possibly happen! How could this
woman, that looked to be about her own age, be her father?
It was the obvious concern, the honesty, the sincerity, and
emotion in the big blue eyes, the soft voice and the facial
expressions that kept Jennifer Richards mesmerized as she
listened to the fantastic story. As impossible as the story
sounded, Jennifer actually was beginning to accept the
fantastic idea that the very pretty blonde could actually be
her father.

When Gary finished his story, every one sat in silence. The
President waited for a full minute before adding, "Miss
Richards, this is actually the truth. It is classified as
Ultra Secret and only six people in the United States were
to ever know the truth. Now, you are number seven. We are
using the marriage certificate for your father and his new
persona as a cover. We must insist that you not divulge this
information to anyone. National security depends on your
cooperation."

Ryan Jackson added, "As far as we know, Yuri Chomenko is
still out there somewhere. He may still be in Miss Dorfman's
body, or, he may have swapped with some one else. We know
that he escaped, taking Dr. Hartz with him. We have to
consider him to be very, very dangerous. We will be guarding
your father, that is, your new step mother twenty-four hours
a day, seven days a week. You can help us by keeping this
secret."

Jennifer looked up from the delicate hands that were still
holding hers. She never would have believed that her father
could end up being a beautiful woman. She said that she
would cooperate as she borrowed the hanky to once again dry
her eyes again. The President and Ryan breathed easier. Gary
Richards felt as if an enormous weight had been lifted from
his narrow shoulders as he stood up to embrace his daughter.

			*****

		Two weeks earlier:

After the disastrous raid on Yuri Chomenko/Gretchen
Dorfman's headquarters, Gary Richards was transported to the
CIA headquarters in Germany. It was now morning and he had
been up all night long. His blouse and skirt were stained
with the life blood of his male body. His stomach was
cramping as he excused himself to go to the bathroom. As he
entered the door to the Men's Room, an elderly woman grabbed
his arm and pulled him back out into the hallway, "Wrong
room, Honey," she had said as she pointed him towards the
Ladies' Room. Gary did not argue as he hurried through the
doorway.

Gary entered a stall, closed the door, lowered his skirt,
sat on the commode seat and discovered that he was bleeding.
At first, he was afraid that he was injured. He was relieved
when he could find no wounds. Then, it dawned on him. He was
menstruating! Tears began to roll down his cheeks as he
realized that he was stuck in a woman's body and that he
would have to endure this situation each and every month.

Ryan Jackson had seen Gary Richards/Anna Hartz leave for the
restroom almost half an hour earlier. When she did not
return in a reasonable time, he asked Mrs. Bland, the same
elderly woman who had caught Gary before he had entered the
Men's Room, to check on the young blonde woman in the
Ladies' Room. Elizabeth Bland was a cryptographer who had
served in the United States Army as a sergeant for twenty
years before she had been employed by the CIA. She was very
professional and could be trusted.

Mrs. Bland found a young blonde woman in one of the stalls.
She was softly sobbing as she sat on the commode. When asked
what was the matter, she said only that she was bleeding.
The elderly woman asked if she was wounded. "No. I'm
menstruating!" was the forlorn reply. Elizabeth had seen
that the woman was in her mid twenties and decided that she
was either very stupid or emotionally unstable to react this
way over a period as she went to tell Mr. Jackson about what
she had found.

Ryan closed is eyes and sighed deeply as he heard the news.
He could not imagine being in Mr. Richards place. To see
your own male body die, then get your period in the same
night? He glanced over his shoulder to make sure that he and
Mrs. Bland were alone in the hallway before he swore her to
silence and told her about how the young blonde woman was
recently a middle aged man. When the story was over, he
asked her to do whatever she could to ease Gary Richards'
transition.

Gary's tear ducts were finally dry as the understanding
older woman returned. He was surprised to hear his male name
being used. "Mr. Richards, I am here to help you. Please
unlock the stall door and we will start your education in
feminine hygiene."

Mrs. Bland was like a Mother Hen as she took Gary Richards
under her wing and taught him the things that a mother would
normally teach her young daughter. She arranged to have his
female clothing delivered to the headquarters by noon. A
tampon, a shower and a fresh set of clothes made the world a
much friendlier place for Gary.

Ryan Jackson and two other CIA representatives questioned
Gary about how he had been entangled in the spy swapping
situation. He told them everything, including about how he
had hidden Gretchen's money, but would not give them the
number or password for the Swiss bank account. He knew that
as long as he controlled hundreds of millions of dollars, he
had a bargaining position. He asked if he could contact his
daughter to let her know that he was still alive, but, no
matter how he argued, his request was denied.

A week went by. His period had ended. Gary was adapting to
being a female. Two men from the Greek banking system were
shown into a conference room to meet Gary. They were
desperate. Their bank was about to be audited and they were
short about eight hundred million dollars. When Anna Hartz
entered the room, they stood up. An hour later, all but
sixty million dollars of the Swiss bank account had been
returned to it's rightful owners. The sixty million had
finally been agreed upon as a finders fee. Gary did not know
if he would be able to return home to his daughter and
business. The money would give him financial security as he
lived out the rest of his life as a woman.

The day before Gary and Ryan Jackson had flown to
Washington, D C, Ryan had told Gary of the plan to create
the story of him having married Anna Hartz just before he
was killed by terrorists. He had reservations about whether
or not his daughter would believe such a story.

				*******

The flight from Washington to California on Air Force Two
gave Gary and Jennifer time to talk. The Secret Service
agents remained at a discreet distance so that Jennifer
Richards could become aquatinted with her new step mother.
Several times, she would ask Gary a question that she knew
that only her father could answer. Each time, the beautiful
blonde woman knew the answer. By the time the airplane
landed, Jennifer needed no more convincing.

They were hustled into one of two Chevrolet Suburbans with
blacked out windows which pulled up to the VIP passenger
ramp. The two vehicle motorcade made its way as
inconspicuously as possible toward Gary's home. When they
pulled into the driveway, he noticed that a six foot chain
link fence had been erected around his property. A remote
controlled gate opened, allowing the armored vehicles to
pass through.

As they entered Gary's house, a tall handsome agent about
thirty years old greeted them. "Mrs. Richards, I am Paul
Thorpe. I am the site supervisor and will be directly
responsible for your safety and welfare. If there is
anything that you need, just ask."

Paul paused to see if there were any questions before
continuing, "We have moved a command trailer onto the back
of your property. We have also made several modifications to
your home to increase your safety. We have no monitoring
devices inside the house so as not to invade your privacy
unnecessarily. You will, however, find that we have
installed an intercom system that is connected directly to
the command center from every room. If you have any problems
at all, just push the talk button and some one will take
care of the situation. I know that you have both flown
across the country and are probably tired, so, I'll leave
now. Good night, Ladies." He closed the door behind him.

Gary and Jennifer each took a shower before going to bed.
Gary was in the master bedroom and Jennifer was in the
bedroom that she had always used when she came to visit.
Gary chose to wear the long pink cotton granny gown that
Mrs. Bland had given him. He smiled as he remembered how the
kindly older woman had tried to refuse the one hundred
thousand dollar Swiss bank account that he had given to his
surrogate mother before he left Germany to return to the
States. He did not know how he would have survived had it
not been for Elizabeth Bland.

Jennifer, who now wore an old tee shirt and running shorts,
sat on the side of Gary's bed as they talked for another
hour. She held her father's small hand in her own as she
said, "Dad, I am so glad that you didn't really die." They
hugged for a minute before talking about their plans for the
next day. After their physically and emotionally exhausting
day, both fell asleep on the large bed.

			********

The software firm that Gary Richards had built was in a
state of turmoil. First, their boss was killed while on
vacation. Then, they find out that he had been married just
before he had been killed. Now, his widow and his daughter
were coming to make some statements to the workers about the
firm's future.

The Suburbans pulled up to the front door of the building
after several obviously armed guards scouted the lobby and
office area. A tall man escorted the two very attractive
occupants of the armored vehicles into the building. Over
half of the firm's employees were watching from the windows
to get a glimpse of the woman who was officially their new
boss.

Gary wore a blue silk two piece business suit and a ruffled
white silk blouse. His purse, dark silk stockings and high
heel shoes complimented the image of authority. Jennifer had
been amazed at the selection of expensive clothing and sexy
lingerie that Gary had brought with him from Germany. She
had asked where she could order a matching set of white lace
silk and satin brassiere, bikini panties and garter belt
just like the one that Gary had laid out to wear today. Gary
had given her the address of the exclusive shop in Paris
where Gretchen had bought them.

Jennifer was also very pretty. She had chosen to wear a
business suit and appeared very professional, as she and her
transgendered father made their way to the biggest
conference room in the building.

The employees were assembled as Gary and Jennifer entered
the room. Everyone was anxious to know what their future was
to be. Would the new owner shut down the firm? Would she
sell it? Almost everyone had rewritten their resumes and
most had already sent them to other firms.

It had been agreed that Jennifer, since she was already
known by most of the employees, would introduce her father,
now Anna Richards. She said hello to some of her father's
friends before stepping up to the podium and saying, "Most
of you know me. I am Jennifer Richards. Gary Richards was my
father. I know that he was well liked by everyone here and
that you miss him almost as much as I do." Heads were nodded
in agreement all around the room.

"I have just returned from a meeting in Washington. While
there, I met my new step-mother. Dad and Anna Hartz were
married just days before he was killed." There was a murmur
from the people in the room. "I checked and it is true. I
have gotten to know my father's wife and I want all of you
to welcome her as part of the family." Jennifer felt bad
about lying to everyone but knew that it was necessary for
her father to assume the ownership of his company.

Gary stepped up to the podium. He had to lower the
microphone a few inches because he was now shorter than he
had been the last time he had made a speech to his
employees. "Good morning. My name is Anna Richards. I can
assure each and every one of you that I miss Gary Richards
more than any of you."

"Gary felt that all of you were more family than an
employees. He told me much about the people working here. I
had worked closely, even if secretly, with him on the many
projects that he had planned for this company's future. I
want to assure everyone that this company will carry on just
as if Gary were sitting in the main office instead of me.
Just to let everyone know that I am serious about carry on
with Gary's work, I hereby proclaim a ten percent pay raise
for all employees." This last statement received applause.
After the meeting, most of the resumes were put away in
filing cabinets.

By the end of the day, Gary was exhausted. Matters had not
been helped when he found out that the Federal Reserve
Banking System had canceled their order for an updated
version of the money management software. It took a
telephone call to the President of the United States, a
phone call from him to the Chairman of the Federal Reserve
Board and about two hours for the Chairman to call and tell
Gary to ignore the cancellation letter. He said that it was
sent in error by a lower manager. Actually, he had dictated
the letter when he heard that Gary Richards had been killed,
but he lied in the name of diplomacy.

A week later, Jennifer left to return home. She had taken
two weeks away from her own life to make the funeral
arrangements and go to Washington. Then, she had met her
father in his new form and had taken an additional week to
accompany him as he picked up the pieces of his much changed
life. She and her father embraced before she boarded the
commercial airliner that would take her back home.

Gary sat alone in the back of the suburban as he was
chauffered to his home. He was sorry that Jennifer had
canceled her wedding plans. She had said that it was for the
best because she was having doubts about marrying her
fiancee. Before she had left, Gary had transferred ten
million dollars from his Swiss bank account into an account
for Jennifer. She had tried to give it back, but he had
insisted. He had told her to keep the money for a rainy day.

When he arrived home, Gary's house seemed empty. He called
Ryan Jackson and asked the whereabouts of the French
teenage, Colette. He was told that she had been thoroughly
checked out and was about to be released. Gary made a
request and Ryan said he would do what he could. Two days
later, Gary met Colette's plane at the airport.

Paul Thorpe watched as the French teenager squealed with
delight as she ran toward them. The beautiful blonde that he
guarded ran to meet the younger brunette. Paul's eyes
quickly sweep the people in the vicinity for potential
threats before he looked back to see that the younger woman
had thrown her arms around Anna Richards slender neck and
was kissing her on the mouth. Anna's arms encircled the
brunette's small waist as they kissed. As soon as the kiss
ended, Paul quickly escorted the excited pair of young women
out to the waiting Suburbans.

The French girl was so excited that she was speaking in a
combination of English, German and French. Paul could follow
some of the dialog. He realized that Anna Richards must be a
lesbian as the pair cuddled in the back seat. He slid the
privacy partition closed. On the half hour ride back to the
Richard's home, he heard some moaning from the back of the
vehicle.

As soon as Paul Thorpe closed the partition, Colette had
resumed kissing her blonde girlfriend. Gary was almost
defenseless against the assault on his senses as Colette's
soft lips kissed his own, her probing tongue explored his
mouth and her questing hands stroking and caressing his
feminine curves. Within just a few minutes, the teenager had
his blouse open, his brassiere unhooked, and her red lips
wrapped around his swollen pink nipples. He was completely
powerless to resist her hands sliding up under his skirt,
across the sensitive bare flesh above his stockings and onto
the moist silk of the crotch of his panties.

Gary found himself raising his shapely bottom off the seat
as Colette slid his pink silk panties down over his stocking
covered legs. Colette slipped to the floor between Gary's
curvy legs and buried her sweet face in his vagina. Her lips
wrapping around his clitoris was all it took for him to
experience his first orgasm in about three weeks. Gary was
worried that Paul and the driver heard him squealing as he
came. Then, he decided that the only thing that mattered was
that he and Colette were together again as he built up to
his second orgasm.

			*******

Gary awoke to find Colette's young nubile form snuggling
against his own luscious feminine body. Her sweet lips were
only an inch from his still swollen pink left nipple. The
same nipple that she had suckled as they had fallen asleep.

He found it hard to believe that just a few weeks ago, he
had been a middle aged man. If it had not been for Gretchen
Dorfman, who he now also knew as Yuri Chomenko, a sadistic
ex-KGB boss, needing his monetary management computer
programs and passwords, he would still be a man. Which would
mean that he would not have experienced the fabulous lesbian
sex that he and Colette had enjoyed until the wee hours of
the night.

Gary gently kissed the French brunette teenager on the
forehead. Colette's eyes fluttered opened and she smiled up
at her lover. In her European accent, she sweetly said,
"Good morning, my Love". The two female bodies pressed
against one another, breasts against breasts, trim tummies
together, hairless mounds almost kissing one another and
long shapely legs entwined. Sensual messages were sent to
each brain as their soft luscious lips met. A slow tongue
probing kiss only accentuated the emotions that were already
shared by the two lovers.

Colette allowed herself to be pushed onto her back as her
beautiful blonde companion lay on top of her. They had been
separated about three weeks earlier and Colette had been
miserable while they were apart. First, she had worried
about Anna because of the rumors about Mademoiselle Dorfman
being an evil person. Then there was that monster, Boris,
who had been so very rude. Colette had worried about what he
may have tried to do to Anna if he had gotten her alone. As
Anna kissed her breasts and sucked on her enlarged nipples,
Colette ran her fingers through the blonde's short hairstyle
as tingles ran up and down her shapely spine. She was very
happy to be with Anna again as she watched the blonde head
moving down her body.

Gary moved from one stiff nipple to the other as he tongued
and suctioned the swollen peaks until they were even larger
and stiffer. His soft red lips then began kissing their way
down the brunette's flat tummy. He left a trail of moist
kisses along each side of her hairless vagina lips as he
shifted between her legs and lifted them up to rest on his
narrow shoulders. Colette writhed about on the bed as her
lover kissed the soft tender flesh on the inside of her
upper thighs.

Colette's fingers entwined in Gary's blonde hair as she
pulled his soft lips up to her excited vagina. She moaned as
she felt her lover's pink lips and wriggling tongue sliding
up though her moist slit to wrap around her erect clitoris.
Gary used his probing tongue on her clit ring as he applied
suction. Colette cried out as Gary sucked voraciously on her
hard little clit until it was throbbing. He had to hold on
very tightly as the teenager's cute body convulsed as
Colette had her first orgasm of the day. Gary licked gently
as Colette finally lay back on the bed and slowly recovered
from her climax.

Gary moved up to lay next to Colette's trembling form. He
enfolded her in his graceful arms as he whispered into her
ear, "I missed you."

Colette opened her big golden brown eyes and smiled at her
lesbian lover. She kissed Gary's wet lips and tasted her own
juices. When their lips parted, she whispered in all
sincerity, "Anna, I love you".

Gary had a two o'clock meeting that he had to attend. It was
ten AM by the time that the young women arose from the king
size bed. A bubble bath for two, where Colette shaved Gary's
underarms, legs and vagina lips, was followed by the
selection of Gary's clothing for the day. Gary had offered
to bathe Colette, too, but was told that she would attend to
that after he had gone to work.

Gary wore a simple pink silk dressing gown as Colette had
styled his hair. He had become accustomed to having bangs
trimmed just above his eye brows. The sides of his lustrous
blonde hair curled forwards around his delicate shell like
ears. The back was trimmed high on the neck. Make up
consisted of eye liner, eye shadow, mascara, pink lipstick
and just a little blush powder on his cheeks. Colette
chattered pleasantly the entire time that she helped him
dress.

Colette had chosen a pink lace garter belt to go around her
lovers' tiny waist. A pair of cinnamon colored thigh high
stockings were rolled up his shapely legs and attached to
the garter tabs. Colette held the pair of pink lace bikini
panties as Gary slipped his feet, one at a time, into them.
He stood up as the French teenager drew the wispy lace
garment up over the nylon stockings and spent twice as much
time as necessary making sure that they were fitted over
Gary's hairless pubic mound and shapely round buttocks.

Gary sat back down to buckle the ankle straps of his
burgundy leather high heel shoes around his tiny ankles. He
thought that four inch heels were a bit much for a work day,
but decided to indulge his pretty lesbian lover as he
accepted the demi cup pink lace brassiere that she gave him
to wear. The bra pushed up his already ample breasts and
left the upper halves exposed. He was glad that he would be
wearing a dress and that no one would be able to see the
sexy set of lingerie that he was wearing under his outer
clothing. He had noticed that most men looked at him with
lust in their eyes and did not want to encourage them.

The burgundy silk dress that Colette had selected was
actually too revealing for work day attire. Thankfully, it
had a matching jacket that would cover the low cut top of
the dress that displayed his bosom all to well. Gary had
actually begun to enjoy the aspects of being an attractive
woman. Knowing that he now inhabited the body of a beautiful
blonde twenty five year old female had certain benefits that
he could see even in the bedroom mirror even before he
slipped on the dress.

Gary threaded a pair of gold hoop ear rings through his
pierced ear lobes and attached his new gold Lady President
around his left wrist as Colette knelt and placed a gold
ankle bracelet around his left ankle. Transferring the
contents of the purse he had carried when he had met Colette
at the airport to a burgundy leather shoulder bag was the
last step needed to be completed before he left for his
business meeting.

Gary had offered to let Colette accompany him to his meeting
but she had wanted to stay in his house and recover from the
jet lag and their long night of love making. Gary said, as
he was going out the door, "Make yourself at home. From now
on, this is your home, too." A quick, but sensuous, kiss and
Gary was out the door and climbing into the back seat of the
waiting Suburban.

The meeting at Gary's office building went well. He bought
into a medical neurological research center for twenty
million dollars. As soon as the contract was signed, he
handed out the plans for the neural interface device that
Doctor Hartz had developed. Since Doctor Hartz had not
already patented the interface, and, Gary was now
biologically his daughter, Gary could claim ownership until
the Doctor came out of hiding. The two neurologists present
for the meeting were skeptical about whether such a device
was possible. Gary knew that they would change their
opinions after they tested the system.

After the Doctors had left and Gary had settled into his
office, his Vice President paid him a visit. Gary knew, from
Jim's behavior, that he was nervous about something. "Sit
down, Jim. Relax. Whatever it is that you have to say, say
it. Close your eyes and pretend that you are talking to Gary
and everything will be all right."

Jim clasped his hands in his lap as he looked at the
beautiful blonde woman sitting behind the company
President's desk. He would most certainly have to close his
eyes in order to pretend that he was talking to his deceased
employer and friend. "I just wanted you to know that there
are some people here that are worried that you are taking
the company into uncharted territory. Last week you bought
all of that stock in the memory chip company. Today, you
bought a medical research lab. The rumor is that you have
spent almost fifty million dollars already. Some are worried
that you have borrowed so much money that the company will
go bankrupt."

Jim was surprised to see the pretty blonde prop her feet up
on a pulled out bottom desk drawer the same way that Gary
Richards had done when he was alive and they were talking
business. Of course, Gary had not worn a pair of high heels
and a short skirt that showed off such beautiful legs when
he had done so! "Number one, I am taking the company into a
new direction. There is a marketing potential that we simply
can not ignore. Number two, so far, it is my own personal
money that I am spending." Gary paused before continuing.

"Jim, imagine people with spinal cord injuries, who are now
paralyzed, being able to walk. That is why I bought the
medical research facility. They were in financial problems
and I had the money that they needed to pay off some bills.
Plus, I have some new techniques that I wanted them to
develop."

Gary could also have said, "Imagine not having to spend
years training to become proficient at tasks. Imagine just
having knowledge downloaded directly into your brain. The
military will pay many hundreds of millions of dollars to
have a system where they can instantly train their soldiers
to drive and operate tanks, airplanes, communication and
weapon systems. Also, imagine downloading a person's
experiences. When some one survives a plane crash, those
memories can be shared with others. If you wish to know what
it is like to go into outer space, a space shuttle
astronaut's memories can be downloaded to your brain. This
will be more of a revolutionary change in the entertainment
industry than the discovery of motion pictures and
television combined!" But, he didn't say it. Gary knew that
the concepts would be far too big for Jim to handle all at
once.

Jim looked at the beautiful blonde as she continued to
speak. Was she really serious? "Imagine memory chips the
size of your thumb nail holding Tera bytes of information.
What about having a miniaturized personal computer with more
than 128 Tera bytes of memory implanted unobtrusively in
your body and linked directly to your brain through neural
pathways? All of these things are going to be possible
within a few years."

Jim found it difficult to believe his new boss was serious.
However, he recognized something in her big blue eyes that
reminded him of Gary Richards. Gary had been a visionary
that had built a multi million dollar business when others
had told him that "it would not work". Maybe Gary's widow
would be able to do the same?

"Jim, I need for you to believe in what we are doing so that
you can talk to the other workers. We still have the
software contract with the Federal Reserve Banks and the
other contracts. They are making us some very good money.
Give me six months to prove what we can do in these other
fields. I promise that no one will be disappointed."

As wild as Anna Richards' explanation had sounded, the vice
president left her office convinced that they should give
her a chance to prove herself. In fact, Jim left Anna's
office with almost the same level of confidence in the
company's future that he had had when Gary was President. He
would tell everyone that the new boss was okay and that they
should give her a chance.

			*******

		Four months later.

Gary felt terrible about not being able to accompany Colette
on her trip to France. Her father had died of a heart attack
the day before the big awards dinner. Colette had insisted
that the dinner was entirely too important for Anna to miss.
Gary had called Ryan Jackson and had made arrangements for
Colette's security while they were separated.

The morning of the dinner, Colette, along with three armed
escorts, caught her connecting flight to New York, where
they would transfer to the flight to Paris. They had kissed
at the airport and Gary had almost boarded the plane with
his lesbian lover. Only her insistence that he had to attend
the dinner had prevented him from going. He had tears in his
eyes as he waved good bye. He hardly noticed that Paul
Thorpe was leading him out of the airport and to the back of
the armored Suburban. The ride back to his house was silent.

After having the bubbly French teenager chattering most of
her waking hours, the house seemed so very lonely. They had
been together for four months and Gary truly missed Colette.
However, the awards dinner really was too important for him
to miss. Gary took a lonely bubble bath in preparation for
the gala event.

Gary and Colette had already selected his outfit for the
evening. Gary sat at his dressing table as he hooked the
black lace trimmed satin garter belt around his tiny waist.
Six garter straps dangled down to the tops of his shapely
thighs. He delicately pulled the shiny black silk hose up
his curvy legs and attached the tabs of the garter belt to
the re-enforced darker tops of his stockings. Gary slipped a
pair of French cut black satin panties over his tiny feet
and up over the silk encased legs. The satin felt wonderful
as it cupped his hairless vagina lips and smooth bottom.
There was less than two inches of white flesh exposed
between the tops of his silk stockings and the crotchband of
his black satin panties. A pair of black patent leather
pumps and a gold bracelet around his left ankle completed
everything that he would wear underneath his evening gown.

The backless dress that Colette had chosen for her lover to
wear this evening meant that Gary could not wear a brassiere
tonight. The dress was a black sequined evening gown that
had two narrow shoulder straps that widened into two
coverings for his large breasts in front, leaving a deep
plunging neckline in front and a bare back that exposed his
graceful back almost to the waistband of his garter belt.
The hemline reached almost to his dainty ankles but was
split in front along his left leg to just above mid thigh.

Gary examined his image in the full length mirror as he
threaded the dangling black onyx and diamond ear rings
through his ear lobes. A matching pendant necklace hanging
just above the swell of his breasts and a bracelet around
his right wrist completed his ensemble. Gary realized that
he was pretty enough to be a movie star or a beauty
contestant. Dressed as he was, he felt good because he knew
that he would be turning some heads tonight.

Paul Thorpe greeted him as he exited the house with, "Mrs.
Richards, you are truly beautiful this evening", as he held
the door to the armored limo that was on loan from the State
Department. Gary thanked him as he settled into the back
seat and Thorpe closed the door and climbed in the front
passenger seat for the ride to the formal dinner.

There were many celebrities, politicians and very wealthy
people attending the charity dinner. Gary looked around the
banquet hall as he entered the room. Once again, he
experienced pangs of guilt for not having accompanied
Colette to France. Then, the never ending line of people
wanting to talk to him distracted his thoughts until it was
time to be seated for the dinner to begin.

The moment of the announcement finally arrived. The
recipient for the year's most important contribution to
spinal cord injuries was awarded to Anna Richards. Gary
stood up and moved to the podium microphone as the room
applauded. "I wish to thank all of you for this award on
behave of all of the people that we will be able to help
with our research." There was more applause. He paused for a
moment before adding, "I would like to introduce every one
to the Richards Neurological Research Center's new
spokesman."

The curtain pulled back on cue and a well known Hollywood
personality, who had been injured and had been a
quadriplegic since a sporting accident, rolled out on stage
in his motorized wheelchair. There was applause through out
the room. He stopped the chair, looked around the room and
slowly stood up. The room became silent as he slowly walked
to the podium. A few people began to applaud. A moment
later, every one in the room, who were capable, were on
their feet and applauding as he hugged the beautiful blonde
in the black sequined dress.

The actor turned to the audience but had to wait several
minutes for the applause to die down. When the room once
again grew silent, he spoke into the microphone, "Three
months ago, my getting up from my chair and walking was but
a dream." There was more applause.

He spoke of the research that had created the break through
that now enabled him to walk. He gave a layman's explanation
of the Hartz Neural Interface and how it had been used to
link up his nervous system on both sides of his spinal cord
break. He turned to show the metal collar around the back of
his neck and told how it also connected to his back to
bypass the spinal cord damage. He told of the technology for
the system being made available to every person with spinal
cord paralysis within the next year. The room erupted in
applause again.

Two hours later, Gary and his spokesman had been interviewed
by each of the major networks, local television stations,
several news magazines and newspapers. Even after two months
of physical therapy, the actor grew weary and had had to sit
down to rest. Gary thanked him and said good night.

As Gary approached the limo, a man ducked under the rope
barricade and rushed toward the pretty blonde in the black
sequined evening gown. Gary immediately recognized the man
as one of the men at Gretchen's mansion in Germany. He also
saw the man was drawing a pistol from under his coat as he
quickly closed in. The man pointed the gun at Gary just as
Paul Thorpe stepped between them. Three loud shots thundered
in quick succession followed by a forth shot of a slightly
different sound.

Paul Thorpe turned and half pushed, half carried, Gary's
small body to the relative safety of the limo's back seat.
Gary was practically thrown into the limo. His dress was
almost around his waist as he slid across the seat. Paul
climbed in behind the small blonde woman that he was
guarding and slammed the door. As the armored vehicle sped
away from the curb, Gary saw his assailant lying on the side
walk in a growing puddle of his own blood.

Thorpe checked to make sure that Mrs. Richards had not been
struck by any bullets. Gary was almost in a state of shock
as the car drove at high speeds back to the relative safety
of his home. The evening had been so wonderful! Then, this!
He was very relieved when the car pulled through the front
gate and Paul ushered him into the safety of his home.

The limo driver had radioed ahead and there were four
government men surrounding the house with automatic weapons.
Paul Thorpe entered the house to personally ensure his
client's safety. Gary was still shaken as he entered the
darkened den and turned on the television to see the late
night news. The scenes from the banquet were playing on the
screen, followed by the images of the spokesman rising up
from his wheel chair to make his speech. Then, the sidewalk
scene with the ex KGB agent rushing towards the lone blonde
as Paul Thorpe ran to step between them was shown. The
screen went to a slow motion view of three shots being fired
point blank into Thorpe's body as he drew his own gun and
shot the would be assassin.

Gary turned to see her body guard holding one hand on his
side. "Paul, you were hit! Are you hurt?" He shook his head.
"Sit down and remove your jacket and shirt. We need to call
an ambulance." Paul told the very concerned blonde not to
worry, he had worn his bullet proof vest. "Take them off
anyway. Let me check. Please?"

Paul Thorpe slowly removed his jacket and tie. He laid them
on the back of the sofa as he unbuttoned his shirt. As the
shirt was removed, Gary could see that the bullets were
actually embedded in the bullet proof vest. After a few
moments of coaxing, Paul pulled the Velcro tabs loose and
the vest was removed. There were three bruises where the
bullets had struck him. Gary went to the kitchen and put
some ice in three plastic bags. Paul could only hold two
bags in place over his bruises. Gary held the third.

Gary looked up into Paul's eyes. Gary had not been this
close to a man since Boris had tried to rape him. The lights
were still low in the living room as he sat close to the
broad chested man who had risked his own live to save the
woman that he had fallen in love with. Paul was nude from
the waist up as the couple sat on the sofa separated by only
inches. Gary's smelled Paul's masculine odor as his small
hand held the bag of ice over the bruise that had been
caused by a bullet meant to take his own life. Female
hormones were being released into Gary's blood stream.

Gary looked up into Paul Thorpe's green eyes as he tried to
say how grateful he was. He was unprepared when Paul's lips
lowered to his own and gently kissed him. Paul knew that
kissing the beautiful blonde was unprofessional, but could
not control himself. He and Anna Richards had almost been
killed and he wanted her to know how he felt before any
thing else happened!

Gary had always been heterosexual. Except for having to
pretend to want to have sex with Boris, he had not even
seriously considered sex with another man. However, his
brain and his body were that of a woman. He had a woman's
hormones coursing through his veins as Paul's lips covered
his own. When Paul's strong arms enfolded his shapely female
form as his tongue penetrated his pink lips, Gary found that
his body's only reaction was one of surrender.

Paul had fallen in love with Anna Richards the first time
that he had laid eyes upon her. She was beautiful. She was
intelligent. She was so easy to talk to. Almost loosing her
made him forget his professionalism. The thought that she
might have died before he had told her that he loved her was
responsible for his passionate actions as he pulled her
small fragile body to his and deeply kissed the woman that
he loved.

Gary was confused by his own reactions to his body guard's
sexual advances. He had never wanted to have sex with
another man. And, yet, here he was, slowly beginning to
respond to Paul's passionate kisses. He did not object even
as one of Paul's large hands slipped under the top of his
evening gown and caressed his bare breasts. Gary was
embarrassed because his nipples were already stiff and
swollen.

Paul Thorpe stood up and scooped the beautiful blonde woman
up into his powerful arms. He carried her toward the master
bedroom. He had lusted after her every since he had first
laid eyes on her. She was so beautiful, and yet, she seemed
to not know it. She was so innocent, so pretty, and so
unaware of her erotic effect on others. Paul, being a red
blooded American male, had fallen in love with her the first
day that he had met her. He gently lay Anna Richards on her
king size bed.

Gary, his female hormones out of control, could neither
protest nor resist as his protector pulled the top of his
dress down to expose his large breasts. "Beautiful!" Was all
that Paul uttered before wrapping his lips around a
prominent pink nipple. Gary could only moan as he felt the
lips suckling on his excited breast. A couple of minutes
later, Paul shifted his attentions to Gary's other nipple.
Gary could only gasp and moan as this went on for the next
ten minutes.

Gary's female hormones were controlling his reactions as his
silk encased legs rubbed against one another and his own
trembling arms encircled Paul's muscular neck. When Paul
moved his lips to kiss Gary, Gary's red lips eagerly parted
to accept Paul's probing tongue. Time seemed to stand still
for Gary as he found himself powerless to protest as Paul
slid a large hand into the slit at the front of Gary's skirt
and onto his silk covered thigh.

Gary could only moan as his mouth was occupied by Paul's
exploring tongue as Paul's hand moved to cup Gary's satin
panty covered pubic mound. Paul's massaging fingers on his
excited clitoris brought Gary closer to an orgasm. Gary was
now ardently returning Paul's kisses. An orgasm shook Gary
to the core of his being as he bounced upon the bed as Paul
massaged his clitoris. By the time that he had recovered, he
found that his dress had been removed and that Paul had
slipped off his trousers and his shorts.

Gary wanted to leap from the bed and run from the room when
he saw Paul's huge bobbing erection. It had to be at least
nine inches long and was very thick. Gary felt like a bird
that was hypnotized by a snake as he lay back on the bed
staring at the gigantic cock that would be impaling his
feminine body in the next few minutes.

Gary found himself involuntarily lifting his hips as Paul
hooked his fingers under the waist band of his black satin
panties. They slid easily over his long black silk
stockings. It took an extra moment to slip them over his
black patent leather high heel pumps. Paul lay between the
woman's shapely silk covered legs as he buried his face in
Gary's moist hairless vagina. His tongue and lips attached
themselves to the erect clitoris as he began eating.

Paul brought Gary to one climax after another. Gary's
shaking perspiration coated body bowed upwards on the bed as
he experienced yet another orgasm. He felt Paul moving
upwards on the bed between his spread trembling legs. The
domed head of a very large stiff penis pressed against
Gary's soft wet vagina lips as Paul moved into position.
Gary automatically spread his legs as Paul's huge penis
began to slide very slowly into his body. Except for
Gretchen's dildoes, Gary had not experienced anything like
Paul's hard cock as it slowly penetrated his quivering
female body.

Paul looked down to observe Anna's beautiful facial
expressions as he sank his erect penis deep into her soft
vagina. It was obvious to him that she loved it as they made
love and he stroked his powerful tool in and out of her
beautiful pulsating body. Her expressive blue eyes were so
very big. Her mouth made moaning and gasping sounds. Her
entire body contorted as he sank his gigantic cock even
deeper. She started having orgasms that occurred one after
the other in a seemingly endless series.

Gary had never felt such levels of sexual excitement in his
entire life as the orgasms rolled on and on. Since he had
not considered having sex with a man before tonight, he had
not taken any birth control precautions. He was dimly aware
of Paul reaching his orgasm and firing salvo after salvo of
thick potent sperm deep inside of Gary's suctioning vagina.
Gary's graceful arms were around Paul's muscular neck and
his high heels beat a staccato rhythm on his plunging
buttocks.  Gary's female body responded automatically with
an increase in intensity of orgasms as the sperm coated the
inside of his womb. Gary lost consciousness before Paul
pulled his softening tool from Gary's widened channel.

			*******

The next morning, Gary awoke to find himself lying alone in
his large bed. He pulled down the covers as he remembered
the events of the previous evening. He still wore the black
satin garter belt and what was left of his black silk
stockings. Otherwise, he was nude.

"Good morning," Paul said as he entered the bedroom carrying
two cups of steaming coffee. Paul, wearing trousers but no
shirt, sat the cup down on the bedside table close to where
Gary still lay. Paul searched Gary's pretty face for a
response. "Anna, I hope that last night was as wonderful for
you as it was for me."

Gary made sure that his breasts were covered by the sheet as
he reached for the cup of coffee. Taking a sip gave him a
few moments to try to sort out his feelings and decide what
to say to the man that had saved his life, then, gave him
some of the best sex he had ever had. He could not help but
notice the three bruises on Paul's broad chest as he tried
to decide what to say.

"Things had gotten out of control last night," Gary thought
to himself. "It really wasn't Paul's fault. Nor, my own."
Still, Gary had to put a stop to the situation or else it
would get completely out of control. When Paul sat on the
side of Gary's bed and leaned forward to kiss Gary's swollen
red lips, Gary placed a hand on his muscular chest to hold
him back. His defense was ineffectual as Paul's lips had
already met his own. Ten minutes later, the couple were
making love again. Gary enjoyed morning sex with Paul as
much as he did the evening before.

Paul had instructed the guards that they were not to be
disturbed by the media. They stayed inside the house and
made love all morning. Gary found that he truly enjoyed
making love as a woman does with a man. Especially when the
man was as handsome and as talented as Paul Thorpe.

Later in the afternoon, Paul Thorpe kissed Anna Richards
once more before leaving to file the reports about the
shooting. Gary had found out what it was like to be kissed
by a man that was needing a shave. Still, Gary found that
making love to Paul answered some physical and psychological
needs that his body had that were left unfulfilled even by
the fabulous sex with Colette.

As Gary made his way to the bathroom, he stood looking at
himself in the full length mirror for a few moments. The
reflection was that of a beautiful woman who had just been
well laid! "Having sex with a man", he whispered to himself
in his soft feminine voice, "is natural if you are a woman".

				*******

Colette, Jennifer, Ryan Jackson, and even the President,
called to check on Gary after the assassination attempt. He
had assured everyone that he was perfectly all right. He had
to insist that Colette stay in France for her father's
funeral when she had said that she was coming home on the
next available flight. She had finally agreed and would be
home in three days.

Gary was waiting at the airport three days later when
Colette's plane arrived. He loved the bubbly French teenager
with every fiber of his existence. However, he now realized
that the wants and needs of his feminine body could not be
denied. Over the past few days, he and Paul had made very
satisfying love on several occasions.

Gary was confused about his future. It was natural for his
mind, which was still mostly male, to want to have sex with
a pretty young woman such as Colette. It was also equally as
natural for his body, which was definitely female, to want
to have sex with a handsome man such as Paul. He was, he
decided, going to try to hang onto both.

Colette excitedly ran up to her lesbian lover and hugged
her. Paul stood off to the side, scanning the other people
in the immediate area for potential assassins as the two
women kissed. He and Anna had talked about any possible
future that they may have together and Anna said that any
plans would have to include Colette. He had fallen so deeply
in love with the beautiful blonde that he was willing to
accept any terms just as long as they could be together. He
escorted the two women out of the airport as soon as their
kiss ended.

Paul carried Colette's bags into the house and up to the
master bedroom before leaving them alone. The two women had
cuddled in the back of the armored Suburban as Colette had
asked hundreds of questions about the awards dinner and the
attempted assassination. The teenage lesbian had noticed
that Anna was evasive with some of her answers about what
happened after she had returned home from the banquet. After
Paul Thorpe left the house and they were alone, Anna led her
into the bedroom to talk. They sat on the side of the bed.

"Colette, you know that I love you and want us to be
together forever. However, after the banquet, I was so shook
up, and Paul had been so wonderful, something happened."

Colette's big brown eyes searched her lover's face for some
sign of where the conversation was going. She had a bad
feeling about what was about to be said. "Colette, I love
you, but, after the assassin tried to kill me, I was so
emotionally shook up that when Paul brought me back home,
and I saw that he had been shot, and, while I was holding
bags of ice on his bruises, and I was sitting so close to
him----Colette, we made love."

Gary's eyes searched her lesbian lover's face for her
reaction. Colette asked, "Do you love him?" Gary had to
think for only a couple of seconds before he said that he
did. It was the first time that he had admitted it even to
himself. "I will pack my bags and leave so the two of you
can be alone."

Gary held onto Colette's hands as he said, "Please stay with
me. I still love you and want us to be together. I am having
enough trouble adjusting to all of the things that have
changed in my life in the past six months. I know that I
love you and want us to be together. It is just that I have
also found that I love Paul. He has said that he is willing
to share me with you. Can you learn to share me with him?
Please?"

Colette thought for a moment before answering, "These last
few days, while we were apart, I was miserable." Colette lay
her head on Gary's smooth white shoulder as she whispered
into his ear, "I will stay. I love you too much to want to
live without you."

The two women made sweet passionate love most of the night.

			*******

		Three weeks later.

Gary sat on the commode in the master bedroom. He held the
testing wand in his delicate manicured fingers. His nails
were a bright pink and long. His big blue eyes were full of
tears as he stared at the change in color. The pregnancy
testing kit instructions stated that if the tab changed
colors, it meant that a woman was probably pregnant.

Since the first few days of wild and uninhibited passion
shared with Paul, a condom had been worn. The neurological
institute had successfully tested the neural interface
learning machine prototype and were developing a marketable
version. The memory chip manufacturer had achieved a
molecular notching chip with sixty four gigabytes of memory.
Gary had been too busy to see a doctor for birth control
pills. He had not been, however, too busy for marathon
sessions in the master bedroom with Paul and Colette. Now,
he was pregnant.

"I almost get used to having periods, and, now, I am
pregnant! I guess that there is the option of an abortion,"
Gary briefly thought to himself. He had never liked abortion
and dismissed the idea as quickly as he thought of it. He
placed a dainty hand on his almost flat tummy and thought,
"I have a human being growing inside of me!" His forty nine
years as a man had never prepared him for such a
realization.

Colette and Paul were sitting on the side of the king sized
bed as Anna entered the bedroom. "Well?" They both asked at
the same time. Gary had a serious look on his face as he
nodded his pretty blonde head. Colette exclaimed,
"Congratulations, Anna!" Paul sat in stunned silence.

Colette hugged her lesbian lover as she added, "When they
allowed me to come to America, they gave me a complete
physical. They said that I was sterile. Anna, I can never
have children of my own. May I please be Aunt Colette to
your baby?" Gary looked into the happy smiling face and
excited golden brown eyes and could not help but smile as he
said that he would love for her to be an aunt for his baby.

Paul stood up, moved to stand beside of the two women before
kneeling on one knee. "Anna," he asked, "I have given this a
great deal of thought since yesterday when Colette told me
that you might be pregnant, will you marry me? I promise to
always love you and to be a good father to our baby."

Gary was speechless. A little over six months ago, he had
been worried about his approaching fiftieth birthday. Now,
he was a pregnant woman half that age. An extremely long
minute later, he honestly replied, "I don't know what to
say."

Colette whispered into Gary's shell like ear, "Say yes!"
Gary did.

			*******

			A Month Later.

The wedding ceremonies were scheduled for the following
Saturday afternoon. Jennifer, Gary's daughter had flown in
to help with the wedding plans. Jennifer and Colette were
sharing the responsibilities of being the "Bride's Mother".
They actually became good friends as all of the arrangements
were made.

Jennifer and Colette disagreed on only one issue. When they
and Gary had gone to select a wedding gown, Jennifer fell in
love with one gown while Colette selected another. Gary cast
the tie breaking vote when he picked a third gown. It was a
beautiful gown in white satin, covered in antique ivory
lace. It hugged his still shapely curves and looked
absolutely beautiful on him. Jennifer and Colette agreed
with Gary's selection as a veil was selected in matching
antique ivory lace.

Naturally, a girl's wedding trousseau also had to include
some special lingerie.  A white lace corset was selected
that did not compress Gary's still mostly flat tummy too
much. It had a built in brassiere that left the tops of
Gary's breasts uncovered almost to his enlarged nipples. A
new pair of white lace thong panties, a pair of long length
white silk stockings and a pair of white high heel shoes
completed his wedding ensemble.

Every morning, Gary had butterflies in his stomach. He was
feeling morning sickness. It served to remind him that there
was a human being growing inside of his female body. Each
evening, he would go to bed, lying between Paul and Colette
on their king sized bed. The love making was exciting beyond
his wildest imaginations and he had decided that he would
not go back to being a man again for all the money in the
world.

Jennifer had found out about her father's unusual
relationship with Colette and Paul. At first, she was
shocked. Then, after she had a day to think the situation
over, while she and her father were alone, she told him,
"Anna, or, perhaps, since no one else is around to hear, I
can call you Dad. I understand about you, Colette and Paul.
You were a man for almost fifty years. It is only natural
that you would want a woman to be intimate with. Colette is
beautiful and a really sweet person. I can easily understand
that relationship. However, I had trouble with you being
with a man. Sure, Paul is tall, dark, handsome, intelligent,
a true gentleman, worships the ground you walk upon and
saved your life, but, I was still thinking of you as a man,
too. All I had to do is to look at you. You are now a
beautiful woman with the same subconscious needs that all of
we women have. I approve of Paul as a husband for you."

Gary and his daughter embraced. He felt better having her
blessing. "Dad," she whispered, "I have a question for you.
Does Paul have a brother that you can introduce me to?" Both
Gary and Jennifer laughed and smiled.

Saturday came with a visit from Ryan Jackson and Mrs. Bland.
Mr. Jackson, being a friend of Paul Thorpe and Anna
Richards, was to give the Bride away. After dress rehearsal,
Gary asked to speak to his CIA guests alone. He asked about
whether it was dishonest to marry Paul without telling him
that he had been a man. Mrs. Bland provided the answer,
"Haven't you ever heard the saying that one should not dwell
on the past, but look to the future? What if he were
marrying a woman who had a checkered past? What she had done
before they were married would be far less important than
what she does after they are married. I saw you together
during the rehearsal. Trust me. I know when I see a couple
in love. I also know about you and Colette. Evidently, your
young man does not seem to mind. In fact, it is most men's
fantasy to have two women sharing his bed. Marry Paul and
make him, and yourself, happy." Gary hugged his kindly
mentor. He heard her whisper in his ear, "Love, like life,
is what we make it. Just be happy."

Everyone was seated in the church as the bridal procession
came down the aisle as a string quartet played the Bridal
March. Paul, very handsome in his tuxedo, stood next to the
preacher along with his Best Man. Jennifer and Colette
walked in front of Gary and Ryan Jackson, leading the way.
The butterflies were swarming around in Gary's stomach as he
was led to the alter. Ryan transferred the small delicate
hand of the beautiful blonde blushing Bride to Paul as he
stepped back to sit beside Mrs. Bland who was wiping her
eyes with a hanky. "I always cry at weddings", she
whispered.

Gary could barely hear the preacher's words as he performed
the ceremonies. Gary's mind was racing back over his
lifetime. He remembered his childhood and what it was like
to be a young boy. He remembered his first bicycle, his
first ball game, his first girlfriend, his first kiss, his
first time of getting laid. He remembered meeting his ex-
wife and their own weeding and marriage. He remembered when
Jennifer was born. He remembered starting his own software
company and how it had blossomed into a successful and
profitable business. Then, there was the fateful vacation in
Germany, which led him to the alter in a wedding gown. Gary
realized that the preacher had asked him a question and was
awaiting an answer.

The preacher repeated the question, "Do you, Anna Richards,
take this man to have and to hold, in sickness and in
health, forever more?"

Gary looked up into the handsome face of Paul Thorpe as he
said, "I do."

"I pronounce you Man and Wife. You may kiss the Bride." Paul
lifted the veil covering Gary's pretty face, took his
beautiful Bride into his arms and kissed her soft pink lips.

				******

		Meanwhile, in eastern Germany.

In a basement laboratory underneath a bombed out ruin of a
building from World War Two, Gretchen Dorfman made herself
ready to go out in public. Since the raid on her
headquarters, she had not been able to go out in the
daytime, but it was well after midnight and the local bars
would be closing very soon.

Gretchen had to keep Dr. Hartz locked in a cell most of the
time since the raid at her mansion. When his daughter, in
the American businessman's body was killed during their
escape, he had decided that his evil old boss, now in a
young girls body, no longer had a hold over him. Dr. Hartz
had been following orders only because he had been fearful
of what would happen to Anna if he had refused. Now, it did
not matter.

Dr. Hartz had stalled for months on finding all of the parts
necessary to build another mind swapping machine. It was
only because Gretchen had threatened to poison the water
supply of a nearby town and kill hundreds if he did not
cooperate that he had rebuilt the mind swapping machine.
Now, she was planning to find another victim to switch
bodies with. He would make sure that this would not happen
when he operated the machine. The evil mind of Yuri Chomenko
would die during the swap.

Gretchen had dyed her naturally red hair black. Whereas it
had been long and well maintain by her personal hairdresser,
now, it was dyed, chopped short and was punk looking. Her
clothes, which had been designer made, were now second hand.
Her beauty contestant body was still very pretty, however,
her face was showing lines from the stress that she was now
under. She entered the sleazy night club in search of some
one that she could entice back to the lab where she could
force the good doctor to perform a body swap between herself
and another innocent person.

Hans Gutt was a twenty-seven year old serial killer. His
mother had been a prostitute working in a whore house
operated by the KGB. His mother was a young teenager whose
parents had fallen on the wrong side of the head of the head
of the East German KGB chief. Yuri Chomenko had raped his
virginal mother while her mother and father watched
helplessly. Afterwards, he had shot them in the forehead,
before sending the young girl to a whore house where she
would service visiting dignitaries. Since some men like
having sex with youthful pregnant girls, she was allowed to
bring the baby to full term. Hans grew up being abused. He
managed to escape after his mother died of an over dose of
heroin. Since that time, he had tortured and killed over
forty people.

Gretchen liked the looks of the man she saw sitting by
himself at the bar. He reminded her of the way she had
looked when she was Yuri Chomenko. She sat on the stool next
to him and accepted the offer of a drink. She felt that it
might be time to go back to being a man again. Fifteen
minutes later, she invited the man back to her place for
sex. He said, "yes".

Hans was surprised to find that the ruins of a building
housed a scientific laboratory. The black haired girl
unlocked a door and let an old man out of a room as they
entered the basement. Hans asked, "Gretchen, you did not
tell me that there would be anyone else. Are there anymore
people here?"

When Gretchen told him, "no", Hans pulled a CZ pistol from
his coat pocket and shot Dr. Hartz in the forehead. He died
instantly. Gretchen was not so lucky. For the next six
hours, she was raped and tortured. Many of the same
techniques that she had used when she had been Yuri
Chomenko, were now used on her by Yuri's own son. Just as
Hans was about to kill her, she told him of the safe full of
money. She led him to the storeroom where the safe was
hidden.

One of Gretchen's eyes was swollen shut. Some of her teeth
were knocked out. Cigarette burns covered portions of her no
longer beautiful teenage body. Even Gretchen Dorfman's own
mother would have had difficulty recognizing her own
daughter. She opened the safe, swung the door open and
almost had her hand on the pistol lying on top of the money
when Hans slammed the door closed on her wrist and broke it,
too. Her screams were stopped short by a bullet to the
forehead.

Hans was furious! Most of the money in the safe was from the
old soviet bloc countries. Only a few hundred US dollars
worth were any good at all. He used the obsolete cash to
start the fire that consumed the basement laboratory. A few
drums of stored fuel exploded and caused the basement to
collapse in on itself. The two bodies would never be
identified.

Hans Gutt was killed in a shoot out with the police as he
tried to buy drugs with the money that he had stolen from
Gretchen Dorfman.

				*******

			Seven months later.

Anna Thorpe lay on her side on the sofa in her den. He head
was resting on Paul's lap. Colette sat on the floor in front
of the sofa as she rubbed lotion onto Anna's very enlarged
tummy. When she felt a kick, Colette reached over and guided
Paul's right hand to the spot. He smiled as he felt his
unborn baby daughter kicking. His green eyes and Colette's
big golden brown eyes showed an affection born of sharing a
love for the same woman.

Anna had accepted the fact that she was a woman. As Mrs.
Bland had told her after the wedding, "There is no such
thing as being a little bit pregnant." Anna had decided that
there was no such thing as being a little bit woman either.
Since she was soon to be a mother, probably within a week,
she had decided that she had better begin thinking of
herself as a woman.

It was not so bad. Being a woman was something that she had
adjusted to. Her company was growing exponentially. She
still had the contract with the Federal Reserve Banks and
almost every bank in the United States. And now, it looked
as if all of the international banks were going to purchase
her software as well. The US military had paid an outrageous
amount for her company to develop very limited mind swapping
equipment for training purposes. The same equipment then
could be sold as entertainment systems to the general
public. Her memory chip company was now marketing a 256
Gigabyte memory module that was being bought by the
millions.

Anna shifted her rotund belly as she also thought about the
genetic research firm that she had just bought. Yuri
Chomenko had tried to take over the world by conquest. He
had stolen other people's lives when he had swapped his body
for theirs. Anna had a way around that. Clones of herself,
Paul and Colette would be able to be grown in a few years.
The bodies, when they reach a certain stage of development,
could then be placed in stasis, waiting until one of them
was needed. Anna, and her lovers, could live many lifetimes
together.

Gary thought of how much he loved his wife. He had resigned
from the government agency to be in charge of her security.
He would sacrifice himself to save Anna, Colette or their
baby. He would always be their protector.

Colette was very glad that Anna was going to have a baby.
Colette was sterile and would never have any children of her
own. She had asked if she could name the baby girl and had
chosen the name of a television character in her favorite
American sitcom. "Some day soon," Colette thought to
herself, "Little Mindy will be calling me Aunt Colette."

Colette felt the baby kick again, leaned forward and kissed
Anna's swollen tummy.

					The End