From: an266891@anon.penet.fi (Stephanie.)
Reply-To: an266891@anon.penet.fi
Date: Wed,  4 Oct 1995 13:02:51 UTC
Subject: NEW TG: Body and Soul (1/?)

	Here is the start of another TG story from me, not quite sure
how long this one will run for, but it'll probably be somewhere between
the size of DNA and Girl in the Moon. As always I love to hear what you
think of my story.
	This story has an adult content and must not be viewed if
under 18.

	                Body and Soul part 1
        	                by
	       	             Stephanie

CHAPTER 1

	The figure waited nervously on top of the building opposite the
bar. He was still berating himself for messing up his first job. He had
left the girl in agony for too long before ending her life and he was
determined not to let it happen again. This time he'd get it right.

	Right on schedule, the door of the bar opened and a man staggered
out into the street. He was about six foot tall with dark hair and brown
eyes, the figure supposed women would find him attractive. He turned
around several times before he spotted his car and lurched unsteadily
towards it. He climbed inside and managed to find the ignition.

	The figure watched the car roar into life and tear off at a
dangerous speed down the quiet street. He sighed and jumped off the side
of the building. Just before he hit the ground he unfurled his wings and
set off in pursuit of the car.

	Belatedly, the driver remembered he hadn't switched on his
headlights. He fumbled with the controls, finally getting them working.
He looked up to see a truck bearing down on him. Instinct took over and
he swung the steering wheel sharply and the car veered off the road and
onto the sidewalk, straight into a street lamp. 

	NOW! The figure landed next to the car and looked in, with senses
beyond those that humans have he examined the body. The driver had
massive internal injuries, there was no way the driver was going to
survive. He knew that he was supposed to wait till a certain point had
been reached before removing the soul. But there was no point in this
case. It would be better if he removed the soul now and saved the driver
unnecessary suffering.

	He reached into the car and put his hand against the man's chest.
When he pulled it away again a fine white mist followed. He walked a
little distance away from the car and concentrated on the mist. It
quickly formed itself into the shape of the drunk driver. The driver
looked around at the wreck of the car and said, "how on Earth did I
survive that?"

	"You didn't, Mr Sandford."

	Dan Sandford turned around at the sound of the quiet voice.
Behind him stood a smallish young man dressed in an immaculate suit. "Did
you pull me out of the wreckage?"

	The man smiled, "in a manner of speaking, yes."

	Something about this guy is odd, thought Dan. Just then the truck
driver raced straight past him heading to the car. He didn't seem to
notice Dan, he stopped by the car door and tried to pull it open. "Hey,"
he called to the driver. "Its alright! I'm okay." The truck driver didn't
hear him and continued to try to open the door which had been jammed by
the impact.

	He walked over to the truck driver and put his hand on the man's
shoulder. Or at least he tried to, his hand went straight through the
body without any resistance. He jumped back shocked beyond belief.

	With a final superhuman effort the truck driver wrenched open
the car door and pulled something out. Dan had a awful suspicion what
it was, he looked down at his own face, covered in blood and not moving.
Dan turned to the small man behind him, "I'm dying, aren't I?"

	The man looked on sadly, "you are already dead, Dan Sandford."

	Dan looked at him opened mouth, "I can't be, put me back!"

	"It's too late. Come on, it is time to go on to the next world."
With that, he opened his wings and spread them to its full extent. Dan
found himself moving forward and taking the man's hand. Then the ground
seemed to drop away and they flew up into the night sky.

CHAPTER 2

	When the timeless moment passed they were standing on a
featureless white plain. Dan looked around him. "Is this Heaven?"

	The angel smiled. "No, a waiting area if you like. My boss will
be along soon and he'll take you through admission. Ah, here he is now."

	A man was striding across the plain towards them, he looked to be
about sixty and was dressed in a dark suit also. "Jothan! What have you
done now!" He said sharply to the younger angel.

	Jothan looked nervous, "I've brought Mr Sandford in, sir."

	The older angel held out his hand and a book appeared in it, Dan
was disturbed to note that it had his name on it in large letters. The
angel flipped to the last page and examined it. After several minutes he
looked up at Jothan, "do you realise Mr Sandford had about a thirty
percent chance of surviving his injuries."

	"Thirty percent? But I was certain he had no chance and I didn't
want him to suffer anymore."

	The older angel sighed, "Jothan, you must wait until there is
absolutely no hope before removing the soul, despite any suffering it
might cause."

	Dan had been watching the exchange still very disorientated by
recent events. "Are you telling me I should still be alive? You've got
to put me back now!"

	"I'm sorry Mr Sandford, your body has already ceased to live, we
can't put you back." The angel though for a moment, "but there may be a
way of returning to Earth."

	"Yes!" said Dan.

	"If you would do a little job for us, we can put you into the
body of someone about to die. You could carry on their life."

	"I'll do it." said Dan excitedly. He might not get his body back,
but at least he'd have another stab at life.

	"Very well, I must clear some of the details with my superiors.
I'll return in a moment." Both he and Jothan abruptly vanished.

	Dan sighed and sat down on the white floor. This could all be a
drink induced dream, he thought. But I might as well play along. Funny,
I'm totally sober now. When did that happen?

	A short while later the older angel returned and motioned Dan to
follow him. "What we would like you to do is to reform the character of
someone on Earth. If we don't help we will lose him to the Other Place.
Your job will be to get him to voluntarily change his attitude. It will
not be easy, some say it is not possible. But where there's life there's
hope."

	They came to a glowing portal and the angel walked through it,
Dan quickly followed, not wanting to lose him.

	They were in a hallway of a very impressive house. The owners
had to be worth millions. "Nice place," said Dan.

	"If you like that sort of thing," replied the angel. He walked
to the stairs, "this way."

	As they reached the top floor they heard raised voices coming
from one of the bedrooms. "He's in there?" whispered Dan.

	"Yes, there is no need to whisper, they cannot see or hear us."
He turned and walked through the door.

	Dan shrugged and followed him, he flowed through the door like it
wasn't there. Inside two people, obviously husband and wife were in the
middle of a furious argument.

	"If I want to have a drink with the guys," he was bellowing.
"I will!" He was tanned and fairly muscular with blond hair.

	"You didn't even come home last night!" She retorted hotly. From
there the arguing descended into name-calling. Both she and her husband
were dressed for bed and to Dan's mind she looked gorgeous. She had a 
slim, curvy figure with breasts that were generous without being too
large. She had dark hair hanging free down to her waist and her face
despite being twisted with anger was obviously very beautiful. Dan
noticed that his body was not reacting to her beauty as it normally
would. One consequence of being dead he supposed.

	The angel gestured to him, "lets go next door, so we can talk."

	They walked down the hall to a spare bedroom. Even there they
could hear the couple shouting. "Are they always like this?" asked Dan.

	"It's been getting worse for some while, Simon Mitchell came into
a fair sum of money and he seems determined to booze and gamble till he
drops. He's at the top of a slippery slope, if he isn't helped now he
will steadily get worse. He has already threatened Allison with violence,
at this rate it would not have been long before he actually started to
beat her."

	"Can't you do something." Dan asked.

	"No, we are not allowed to interfere. However, your problem gives
us a chance to help Simon Mitchell pull out of his nose-dive. Allison has
a undiagnosed brain clot and will pass on to the next world tonight."

	Dan was aghast, "You're going to let her die!"

	"This is the hardest part of our job, I like it even less than
you. But she will be going up, not down. However, without Allison, Simon
will go into a nose-dive to self-destruction. We can't do anything, but
you can. We can repair the damage to Allison's body and then your soul
can occupy it. Then you can start your job to save him."

	"Wait a minute," said Dan. "You want me to take over a woman's
body! I can't do that, I'm a man."

	The angel smiled, "At the moment you are a disembodied soul,
there are no male or female souls. Just souls. There are very few 
opportunities to return to life, this is the best offer we can make."

	Dan thought about it for a moment, true it was a female body.
But he had already noticed how detached he was from reality, looking at
Allison's body should have caused his body to react, but in his dead state
he felt nothing. "Well I'm not sure," he told the angel. "Simon will know
I'm not Allison almost immediately. I don't have any of her memories."

	"You will be able to draw some information from her brain, just
direct a question to yourself and most times you'll be able to get the
answer. You won't have full access to her memories, but you will get
most of the vital information. Who are Allison's parents, where she went
on honeymoon, that sort of thing."

	Dan considered the options, he was still half convinced this was
some drink induced nightmare. But he knew that he had little real choice,
if he wanted to return to life it would be in Allison's body. I could
always dump Simon and move in with a lesbian, he thought. "I'm going to
regret this, but okay."

	The angel nodded, "please wait here, Jothan will bring you along
when it is time." Then he was gone.

	Dan sat in the dark for several hours. As the time passed he
mulled over his decision, could he really do this? Give up his male form
and occupy the rather spectacular body of a woman. He felt his crotch and
wondered what it would be like to have just a feminine slit between his
thighs. Well I'll soon find out. The thought gave him a shiver down his
back.

 	By the time Jothan came for him he was beginning to think he had
been forgotten. Jothan took him back down to the bedroom where the elder
angel waited for them.

	The room was in darkness, but somehow Dan could see clearly. As
he watched the angel drew Allison's soul from her body. Jothan
concentrated on the body repairing the damage, finally he turned to the
other angel nodded.

	"It's all ready for you, Mr Sandford." said the older angel
holding Allison's soul carefully between his hands.

	Dan leaned over her sleeping form. In sleep her face was one of
beauty and he found it impossible to believe it would soon be his. He
looked back at the angels. "Okay, umm..how do I get in?"

	"Just lie on the bed in the same position as the body and you
will join with it."

	Dan climbed onto the bed and laid down in the body, there was a
moment of disorientation. Then, he could feel a solid body around him
again, but it felt so strange. He felt a weight on his chest and a
strangeness between his legs. He shifted his new body feeling the silk
garment he was wearing.

	A voice sounded in his head, "It worked Mr Sandford. Or should I
say Mrs Mitchell. Sleep now, you have a long day ahead of you."

	Dan felt himself become incredibly drowsy and soon he was asleep.


		       TG: Body and Soul (2/?)

	There has been a bit of a gap between the first part of this
story and this one. Mostly because I got diverted by Celeste's
competition. Anyhow, I've managed to resist the temptation to rush my
story as I have done in the past. Part 3 due in a week or so, probably.
Thanks again for all the positive e-mails I've got, your letters are
the most rewarding part of writing stories as far as I'm concerned.
	This story has an adult content and must not be viewed if
under 18.

	                Body and Soul part 2
        	                by
	       	             Stephanie

CHAPTER 3

	Dan felt the bed move as someone got out the other side. He
opened his eyes and was almost blinded by the sunlight streaming in
through the windows. He felt the beginnings of a thumping headache. I've
got to give up these binges, he thought.

	He tried to remember who he was with, and failed. He did recall
some weird dream about him having died and then meeting two angels. His
head felt like it was wrapped in something. Dan's eyes adjusted to the
morning light and he looked over to see who he had spent the night with.

	FUCKING HELL! It was another man!

	At that point Dan sweared off drink for life. He hadn't believed
it possible for him to become so drunk that he would want to sleep with
a man. In the middle of his shock something needled at his memory. This
man had been in his dream as well. The angels were going to give me a
chance to return to life, he thought. But as who?

	Then he remembered and he froze in shock. In the dream he had
taken over the body of this guy's WIFE. He closed his eyes and examined
the feelings he was getting from his body. He knew now beyond a shadow of
a doubt that it had been no dream. With every breath he inhaled he became
aware of a weight on his chest. Dan remembered the detached manner in
which he had decided to take over her body when he was dead. Now he was
alive again his emotions were back, he was shocked and terrified by who
he was now. He was now married to another man. No, not another man. He
was no longer a man.

	He shifted one of his hands under the bed covers to his hip and
felt the silky nightie he had on. He rubbed the cool slippery fabric
against his soft smooth skin.

	"Alison?" said a voice quietly near his ear. Dan opened his eyes
to see Simon leaning over him. "Look I'm sorry about last night. I'll be
back from work around five o'clock."

	Then Simon leaned forward and gently kissed Dan on the cheek.

	Dan was stunned, he couldn't move or even think straight. Simon
didn't hang about and was quickly out of the bedroom. Dan could still
feel the pressure of Simon's lips against his hairless cheek when he
heard the noise of Simon's car pulling out of the long drive.

	Dan thought, if the Mitchells are so rich why is he going to
work? As if from nowhere the answer sprung into his head. Rather than
inheriting money they had been left a string of fitness centers. Which
brought in a very tidy sum. He remembered what the angel had told him
about some of Alison's memories being available to him.

	But he would have given every cent of the fortune away to be a
man at that moment. He lay still for several minutes before curiosity
got the better of him and he started to explore his new body.

	Hesitantly he pulled his left arm free of the bed covers and
examined it in the morning light. His hand was far smaller than his old
one, but that wasn't the only difference. The hand was more refined and
each finger was finished off with (what seemed to Dan) impossibly long
fingernails. The arm was similarly smaller and didn't have the well
defined muscles that Dan had been so proud of.

	Dan lifted his arm up and looked at his armpit. He might not have
to shave his face anymore but he was going to have to do his armpits and
possibly his legs as well.

	He pulled his other hand free and looked down at the hefty bulge
his chest made under the sheets. With shaking hands he slowly pulled
the covers free. It took him several seconds for his over-taxed brain to
make sense of what he was seeing. He was wearing a white silk nightie
that completely failed to hide the creamy curves of his magnificent
breasts. HIS BREASTS! In other circumstances he would have been drooling
over a sight like this. But he had never seen breasts from this angle
before, on his own chest.

	Dan moved one of his slim hands and touched his breast through
the thin fabric of the nightie. He was reminded of the times he had
fondled his various girlfriends breasts over the years. This was very
different, he could feel his hand pressing into his breast. He felt a
tingling in his nipples as they hardened to his touch.

	He slipped his dainty fingers inside the nightie to touch the
nipple. Dan realised that a man's nipple was very different from a
woman's. He understood why his girlfriend loved the way he would play
with her breasts.

	As his arousal increased Dan noticed the very different
sensations coming from between his legs. He was used to his penis
stirring and pumping into red hot hardness. But now he felt a sort of
languid wetness and he knew that he had a vagina now. A pussy that was
getting ready to receive a man's cock.

	He tried to ignore the alien sensations and he lay back on the
bed. Something was between his head and the pillow. He reached up and
pulled a mass of black hair into view. He found himself missing the short
straw colored hair he used to have. This was better than being dead, but
only just.

	In the corner of the sumptuous bedroom a full length mirror was
mounted on the wall. He knew sooner or later he was going to have to face
his new self. He threw back the bed covers and climbed out of bed. He
avoided looking at himself as he walked unsteadily to the mirror. But he
found it hard to ignore the sensations of his breasts shifting and
bobbing with every movement. Or the feeling of the nightie brushing his
silky smooth legs.

	He reached the mirror and gazed at the stranger looking back at
him. She must have been in her mid to late twenties with long ruffled
black hair. Her face was beautiful with full pouting lips and clear brown
eyes. Her night-gown was designed more to accentuate her curves than cover
them up and the twin mounds of her breasts were almost totally open to
view.

	One thing Dan could not get over was how small he was now. He had
used to being slightly over six foot tall, but now he could hardly be
much over five foot. Also his frame was far more slender and delicate
looking now. His reflection looked so fragile that Dan thought he'd snap
off at the waist if he bent over.

	He steeled himself and pulled the nightie over his head. The
reflection showed a goddess in the mirror. She had all the right
proportions, none too small or overly large. Her breasts hung like
bountiful fruit off her chest, each one topped by a large dark nipple.
Her torso was slim and supple leading down to her wide hips.

	His eyes gazed in some horror at the wedge of black pubic hair
between his legs. For the first time he was faced with the loss of his
manhood. Gently, he ran his fingers over his strange new crotch. He had
played with and entered a fair few pussies in his life and now he had one
of his very own. He gingerly ran his finger down his new set of lips,
finally parting them and slipping his finger slightly inside them.

	It felt so strange, yet there was an erotic thrill attached to
it. He could feel a warmth building in his pussy. He pulled his hand away
and sat on the corner of the bed with his legs wide. carefully he pulled
the lips of his pussy open and examined his new anatomy. He looked at his
vagina in the mirror. No longer would he be the one to penetrate, instead
he would have to open his legs and allow himself to be possessed by a man.

	He thought about Simon, to all intents and purposes he was now
Dan's husband. The thought made him a little queasy. There was no way he
was going to allow him to share the same bed, let alone have sex with
him. Yet how on Earth could he keep Simon on the straight and narrow
unless he played the loving wife.

	Why did he ever agree to this? It had seemed rational and at
least bearable the night before. But, he had been dead then and his
emotions had been deadened along with the rest of him. He hadn't fully
comprehended all the various problems he was going to face.

	He was still staring at his curvaceous body in the mirror when
the maid walked in. Dan couldn't think of anything to say. She finally
broke the silence and asked. "Is everything alright, ma'am?"

	What is her name? His mind replied Maria. She looked and sounded
like she had come from Italy originally. "I'm fine, Maria." He couldn't
say any more, he was too shocked at his new voice. He had forgotten that
it would change with the rest of him.

	Maria obviously thought Dan was upset over Simon. "Come on.
Things will look better when you're up. What would you like to wear
today?"

	Dan sent the question to the part of his mind that knew the
details of Alison life. He got no reply. "Umm...you decide Maria. I
think I'll have a shower." He spotted a thick pink bathrobe and wrapped
it around his unfamiliar body. There was a connecting door that led
through to the bathroom. It was as lavishly laid out as the rest of the
house.

	He locked the door, dropped the robe to the floor and climbed
into the shower. He tried to relax and enjoy the shower, but he found it
impossible to ignore his breasts sliding this way and that as he washed
himself. His hips seemed to stick out like shelves and he had to get used
to a different center of balance.

	As he washed his breasts he found his dark nipples reacting
again. Dan could not believe how sensitive they were, each nipple felt
like a miniature erection on his chest. He dropped the soap and started
to rub them in earnest. Gently at first, then with increasing passion as
his arousal grew. He rubbed and tweaked his nipples with both hands. He
found that tugging on them caused intense feelings to shoot through his
body.

	Between his soft thighs, his cunt was responding to his arousal.
Dan felt the warmth radiating from his pussy and knew he was going to
deal with it sooner or later. It felt so different, yet so familiar. He
sent one slim hand down to his pussy. Slowly he slid two fingers into his
already wet vagina. The feeling of even this slight penetration felt very
erotic to Dan's stunned senses. With his other hand he started to caress
his engorged clitoris at the top of his pussy. It felt like a miniature
prick and was at least as sensitive.

	Dan then started to work his cunt in earnest. The feeling of his
fingers pushing apart the velvet walls of his vagina quickly pushed him
beyond all control. Suddenly the sensations doubled in intensity and he
gripped his fingers tight with his pulsating pussy. As the waves of his
orgasm washed over him Dan moaned in his high sexy voice. It was so
different. His body tingled all over instead of his old orgasms which
were centered on his cock.

	After several minutes he recovered enough to climb out and dry
himself off. His body's proportions still felt odd. He found his reach
was shorter than it had been and he wasn't nearly as strong as he had
been. The long hair seemed to stay wet no matter how much he tried to dry
it. Dan finally managed to wrap it in a towel and decided to look for a
hair dryer back in the bedroom.

	He turned to look in the bathroom mirror before he but the bath
robe on. This new body of his was really beautiful. He just wished he was
here with this dark haired beauty instead of being her. How could he
adjust to Simon? Let alone his new femininity. He owed his return to life
to the angels so he felt he had to make a good effort to return Simon to
the straight and narrow. Even if he had survived his car accident he
would have been badly injured and maybe even disabled. But the thought
of being touched by a man made his skin crawl.

	He wrapped himself in the robe and made his way back to the
bedroom. Maria had laid out the clothes she thought was best for the day
ahead. Each piece was arranged neatly next to each other. Dan looked at
the expensive looking deep blue dress with a strange feeling in his
stomach. To the left of it were a pair of panties, a bra, some shear
stockings and suspender belt. He ran his hand over the silky lingerie.
Some part of him felt that putting these clothes on would finally confirm
his new gender.

	Dan picked up the silky white panties and stepped into them.
Pulling them up his long sexy legs and around his strange new crotch. He
only noticed now how much his ass had changed. It was wider and softer
then he was use to. The bra proved much more of a problem than he
expected. He didn't have quite the knack of doing the clasp up at the
back. Eventually Dan did the bra up with the clasp at the front and
twisted it around. He slipped his arms through the straps and eased the
bra into place.

	The bra held his breasts in position and definitely stopped them
bobbing about so much. In fact, they were more than comfortable. They
felt sensuous against his breasts. He mentally shook himself, here he was
wearing a woman's underwear and actually enjoying himself.

	It took Dan a few minutes to decide which way the suspender belt
went on. Finally deciding the clasp went at the back he did it up. If he
put on his suspenders over his panties he was going to have a more
difficult time when he had to use the bathroom. He decided to thread the
straps under his panties. It was a little uncomfortable but it would mean
he would only have to put his stockings on once that day.

	He had seen the way his girlfriends had put on pantyhose, so he
had a reasonably idea on how to do it. It didn't prove as easy as it
looked, but slowly he edged the stockings up his smooth legs. They felt
very strange on his legs. They became almost a second skin and his legs
felt covered and naked at the same time. He managed to attach the belt
to the tops of his stockings.

	He decided the dress could wait for a moment. He had to see what
he looked like. He stood up and walked to the mirror, his hips still felt
too wide and seemed to swivel with every step. Every time his legs
touched Dan heard a swishing sound, a sound he had found erotic in women.
Despite his alien body he still thought of himself as a man. But the
image in the mirror was not of a man in drag, but of a beautiful woman in
the middle of getting dressed.

	Dan tried hard to drink in every detail. He watched his bust rise
and fall with every breath he took. Feeling his breasts cosseted in the
silken confines of the bra. His eyes dropped to his panties and he looked
at the small mound his pussy made in the white silk. It still caused a
very strange sensation in his stomach when he thought about what he had
between his legs.

	He now examined his new face carefully for the first time. His
eyes, now brown, were large and sensuous. With his hair wrapped in the
towel he could see his ears for the first time. Like everything about his
new body they were smaller and more delicate. They certainly didn't stick
out as much as his old ears. He frowned and leaned closer to the mirror.

	His ears were pierced. Of course, he thought. I'm a woman now,
I'm expected to wear jewellery and make-up. He looked at his hands and
noticed for the first time a band of gold on his ring finger. It was
plain, something that wouldn't look out of place on a man's finger. But
it was what it signified that made him a little queasy again. It meant he
was married. It meant he was Simon's wife.

	Dan shook himself and turned to the dress on the bed. It was
deep blue and made of soft wool. He decided to dry his hair first and
he hunted around for a hair dryer. It seemed to take forever to dry out
his long hair and then he had to comb it to get the tangles out. Long
before he was finished he was determined to have it cut as short as
possible at the earliest opportunity.

	Finally it was time for him to put on the dress and he pulled it
over his head. The waist caught on his breasts and he had to ease them
through. He found the arm holes and the dress fell into place around him.
He did the belt at his waist up, it was higher up than he was used to
wearing belts. It felt so odd to be wrapped in the soft dress which had
the undeniable scent of a woman on them.

	He looked down at his body. His breasts looked even larger under
the layers of clothing. His hair fell in front of his eyes and he asked
his mind what style Alison wore her hair in. And got no response, Dan
had hoped that he would be able to get a great deal of information from
Alison's memory. But it was obviously only capable of answering simple
questions.

	What he needed was a picture of Alison to see the look he needed
to emulate. But where did they keep their photo albums? Under the bed,
came the reply. He knelt down feeling his legs swish together and his
breasts shift in their silken confinement. He found the photographs in
the third drawer he checked. He sat on the bed and then had to stand up
to smooth his dress before sitting down again.

	Dan felt a little odd as he flicked through the albums. In many
of the photos Alison and Simon were in loving embraces. There was even
a whole album devoted to their wedding and honeymoon. Alison looked
stunningly beautiful in her white flowing wedding dress, Dan caught
himself wondering what it would feel like to wear such a creation.

	Time was wasting. In most photos she seemed to opt for tying back
her hair with an ornate silver grip. He found it on the dressing table,
pulled back his impossibly long hair and clipped the grip into place.
Well, not perfect. But it would keep the hair out of his eyes. He could
still feel his mane of hair brushing against his back as he moved. One
more new sensation to add to the rest.

	On the dressing table was a large box of jewellery. Dan opened it
and looked at the array of earrings, rings and necklaces. He picked up a
pair of earrings at random and tried to work out how to put them on. They
seemed a little like pin badges. He was a bit squeamish at sticking them
through his ear even though they were already pierced. He undid one and
carefully fitted it to his ear and then repeated the procedure with the
other ear. They felt like they'd fall off any minute, but Dan was soon
sure that they were secure.

	The feeling of the two weights hanging off his ears and brushing
against his neck turned him on slightly. He felt the strange feeling of
arousal again in his new crotch. He tried to think about something else,
he didn't want to deal with his new body's needs just yet. He was almost
ready to face his new life. The only thing left was make-up.

	Dan knew nothing about make-up and Alison's memories couldn't
help him. So he settled on just some lipstick and perfume. After some
false starts he was satisfied with the results. He found that he had to
hold the lipstick differently due to his longer nails. He didn't know
where he was supposed to spray the perfume, but he settled for a quick
squirt on his neck and under his arms. He opened up the wardrobe and just
stared at all the clothes and shoes he had suddenly acquired. He had more
pairs of shoes now than he had owned in total in his previous life.

	They ranged from simple sandals to six inch heeled elegant shoes.
He picked a pair of simple black slip-ons with a two inch heel. He was
going to have enough trouble getting used to his new status as a woman,
without having to worry about breaking his neck.

	Finally ready he stood in front of the mirror. He still couldn't
believe this beautiful stranger was now him. And he would be her for the
rest of his life.

	He straightened the dress and headed out of the bedroom, trying
to work out how to bring Simon back out of his gambling and drinking
without playing the loving wife. He couldn't even stand the idea of Simon
touching him. But if Dan rejected Simon he could go into a downward
spiral.

	As Dan carefully made his way downstairs he didn't know he was
being watched. The elegantly dressed man sat in the back of the limousine.
His glowing red eyes able to follow Dan even through the high brick wall
surrounding the house and gardens. "Interesting," he said to himself. A
plan already starting to form in his head.


		       TG: Body and Soul (3/?)

	Recently, I've seen several new writers appearing on a.s.s.tg.
My favorite of the moment is Janice Dreamer's The Class Project, it has
been excellent so far and I look forward to her future works.
	My own story reaches approximately halfway with this episode. I
know roughly where I'm going (honest), but I don't have every scene
planned before I start. That'd be boring.
	This story has an adult content and must not be viewed if
under 18.

	                Body and Soul part 3
        	                by
	       	             Stephanie

CHAPTER 4

	The folds of the long dress brushed against Dan's stocking clad
legs as he made his way down the stairs. He walked slowly feeling dozens
of odd sensations from all over his new body. His breasts jostled with
every step he took and the strangeness between his soft thighs disturbed
him. He was acutely aware of the loss of his male equipment and even more
aware that he now possessed a pussy. His long hair made an unaccustomed
weight on the back of his head and he could feel it brushing against his
back.

	His new clothes were almost as strange to him as his body. He
could feel the straps of his bra pulling at his shoulder. Dan was a
woman now and would remain so for the rest of this body's life.

	Dan could hear Maria cleaning one of the front rooms and left
her to it. He spent the next few minutes wandering from room to room
trying to relax. However much he racked his brains he couldn't think of
a way to help Simon without playing the loving wife. Even thinking about
it made his stomach turn. How could he spend the rest of his life as
someone's wife?

	The trick would be to be able to leave him without hurting him
and then move in with a woman. Even that idea didn't fill him with joy,
he wanted to be a man not a lesbian, but it was better than nothing.

	Alison's memory wasn't able to supply an address for the fitness
center Simon had his office in. But a search managed to turn up a flyer
advertising them. Now all he had to do was work out where this house was
and he could go visit Simon at work. Dan knew that only by talking to
Simon and seeing what made him tick would he be able to work out how to
help him.

	On the hall table were a few letters, mostly junk mail. And a
map of the city. He spread the map out on the dining room table and using
the address on the letters managed to plan a route from the house to
Simon's office.

	Maria was loading the dishwasher as he entered the kitchen. He
was self-conscious at being seen in his new state by anyone. A part of him
still thought people would see a burly man in a dress rather than the
petite woman he now was. "I'm going out, Maria."

	"Will you be back in time for lunch, ma'am?"

	"Probably not, I'll get something when I get back."

	Dan walked to the front door and was about to go out when he got
the strong feeling he had forgotten something. His wallet of course. He
headed back upstairs to the bedroom to look for it. There was no wallet
there, just his handbag. Another feminine symbol everyone would expect
him to use from now on. It looked quite expensive and he opened it up and
emptied the contents on the bed. Among the various pieces of make-up
there was a purse, some car keys and a couple of sanitary towels. Dan
stared at them in some shock. He had totally forgotten that he was going
to have periods every month from now on. This just got worse and worse.
He packed everything back into his handbag and headed out to the garage.

	He opened the garage door and winced when he saw the car. For a
start it was pink. It was the sort of car that Dan considered to be
little better than a toy. He was used to driving to the limit in powerful
machines. Which, he had to admit, was probably partly responsible for him
smashing into a street lamp. But this joke of a proper car probably
wouldn't make it up a hill. But it was either that or walk so he climbed
into it and dug his keys out of his handbag.

	He turned the ignition and instead of starting an electronic
voice intoned, "please fasten your safety belt." Dan sat there fuming.
Why did he need the seat belt? It was not like he could go fast enough
to need one. He pulled the belt around him and clicked it into place.
It pressed between his breasts making him uncomfortably aware of them
again.

	He started the car and slowly reversed out of the drive. Driving
was a little difficult at first. His two-inch heels giving him some
problems with the pedals. But he soon got used to the car and made his
way into the city center managing to get lost several times.

	Dan was engrossed in trying to work out where he was on the map
when he heard a knock at the drivers window. He jumped and turned to see
a policeman looking in. Oh hell, he thought and wound the window down.

	"Are you okay, miss?" The policeman asked. He was in his thirties
with fairly well defined muscles.

	"I'm fine," Dan said quickly. He noticed that the man's gaze had
slid down to his well endowed bosom.

	The policeman's eyes ran up Dan's body to meet his gaze, "It's
just you look a little lost and I was wondering if I could assist you in
any way."

	Yeah, I bet you do, thought Dan acidly. He knew exactly what sort
of things were going through the cop's head. Dan had been a man only the
previous day and he knew the sort of thoughts he'd have had with the
beauty he now was. On the other hand he was lost and the policeman could
save quite some time and effort. Dan told him where he wanted to go and
the cop leant further in through the window to point out the route on the
map.

	Dan was very conscious of this man just inches away from him. He
could smell the man's aftershave and was pretty sure the cop could smell
the perfume he had put on. The cop was very courteous but every time he
turned to look at Dan his eyes would flick up and down Dan's body. Dan
wasn't sure the cop was even aware he was doing it.

	Finally the cop wished him a good day and sauntered back to his
patrol car. His partner exchanged some joke as he climbed back in.
Probably about having scored, thought Dan. Using the directions he was
soon able to find his way to the right part of the urban center.

	He left the car in an car park under a mall and headed off in the
general direction of Simon's main fitness center. He felt very self-
conscious as he walked and it felt like everyone was looking at him. It
didn't help that a lot of people WERE looking at him. Dan noticed the
surreptitious glances he was getting from most of the men as they mentally
undressed him. Did every woman have to put up with this? Surely not, he
had never noticed that sort of thing when he was a man. The worst ones
were the men who made no effort to hide their desire, indeed they even
advertised it. It was blatantly obvious to Dan what was going through
their minds.

	He did his best to ignore it and soon the fitness center came
into view. Dan was glad to finally get inside, his dress was fairly long
but he still felt horribly exposed. Perhaps he should have put on some
pants instead. Well it can't be helped now, he thought.

	The receptionist looked up as he walked over to her. "Can I help
you, Madam?" She asked brightly.

	"Yes. I'm here to see my... husband, Simon Mitchell." Dan
stumbled over the words. He still found it hard to describe someone as
his husband.

	A look of realisation struck the blonde receptionist's face. "Oh,
I'm sorry Mrs Mitchell. I didn't recognise you. Simon will probably be in
his office. If you just go through the gym area you'll see a door marked
staff only. Go through that and up the stairs and you're there."

	Dan thanked her and made his way into the center. it was quite a
high class operation, probably with steep membership costs. No wonder the
Mitchell's were so well off. He followed the signs to the gym area and
found a large room packed with exercise equipment. Despite it being just
before noon the room had quite a few people of both genders working out.

	He kept as far away from them as possible as he made his way
around the equipment. But before he could make it to the door he had to
pass a heavily muscled man lifting weights. Dan thought he must work out
a lot. The weight lifter saw Dan watching him and winked. Dan looked
quickly away, feeling his face grow hot. He thought he might be able to
deal with having a female body if only he didn't have all these men
coming on to him all the time. He gratefully slipped through the door and
quickly made his way up the stairs.

	He still had no idea what he was going to say to Simon when he
reached him. At the top of the stairs was the administration part of the
center and locating Simon's office proved to be no problem. Outside was
a secretary, a young woman probably not out of her teens. She was well
stacked and her tight outfit showed off her cleavage very well. Dan's
eyes lingered on her generous breasts.

	She gave a little jump when she saw Dan walking towards her.
"Oh..hello Mrs Mitchell, we weren't expecting you." I bet you didn't,
thought Dan. I wonder if she is sleeping with Simon? Dan realised he
would have to see her as a potential rival not as a possible lay.

	"Is Simon in?" He asked her.

	Her eyes darted this way and that, "ummm...he's out." Obviously
doing something he shouldn't or she wouldn't be so nervous. Time to turn
the screws.

	Dan leaned on her desk and said, "Out? Where?" As menacingly as
possible in his high lilting voice.

	He watched the secretary weigh up her options. If she didn't tell
her boss's wife where he was she could end up fired. And if she told her
where Simon was he might sack her. In the end she decided to give in to
the more immediate threat. "He's probably in The Corn Store."

	The Corn Store? An image of a small bar not far from the fitness
center popped into his mind. "It's open at this time of day?"

	"Well...no. He said there was a game on there today." She
answered nervously.

	Terrific, he was off gambling. "Right," he said and made his way
back down the stairs. As Dan made his way back outside he was frantically
trying to work out what to do. He was still trying to piece together a
plan as he arrived outside the bar.

	It was shut and looked deserted but Dan knew better. He pounded
on the door until he heard someone moving about inside. The door opened
to reveal a tall portly man, in his forties and going bald. "Yeah?"

	"I'm looking for Simon Mitchell." Dan responded trying not to be
intimidated. This guy seemed huge to him.

	"What do ya want him for?" He asked, his eyes lingering on Dan's
breasts.

	"I'm his wife." Dan answered in a cold fury. Why is this guy
talking to my tits? I do have a head up here.

	"His wife? He ain't here." He said unconvincingly.

	Dan knew he wouldn't be let in to the club. He got an idea, it
wouldn't have worked if he was still a man. He shoved the door open and
barged past the guy. If he had tried it as a man he would probably have
got his head caved in. "Hey wait!" The guy called as Dan rushed into the
bar. It was empty except for one table on the far wall where five people
were involved in a poker game.

	One of them groaned and looked up at the ceiling. "Why now, God?
I just hit a winning streak."

	Okay, thought Dan. Time for the furious wife act. "What the fuck
do you think you're doing, Simon!"

	Simon's jaw dropped. Alison obviously never used that sort of
language. He quickly moved over to Dan and said quietly, "Its just a
little card game. Nothing to get worried about, my love."

	Dan glanced at the table, it was obvious they were not playing
for small change. "Then you won't mind leaving it. We need to talk."

	"I can't leave just yet, we can talk later when I get home."

	"Damn your game, this is serious, Simon!"

	"Later, Alison." He said with a flicker of anger behind his
eyes. Dan was suddenly aware again of how small and weak his new body
seemed and backed down. Simon led him back to the door. "Look I'll be
home by seven, we can discuss it then."

	Then, Dan was back out in the street and the bar door was closing
behind him. The nerve of the guy, no wonder he was on a one way ticket to
hell. As he was making his way back to his car he realised that barging
in on Simon's poker game was perhaps not the best thing to do. He needed
to get on Simon's side and come to some mutually agreed decision.
Something that didn't involve sleeping with him. Dan still got the
shivers from the idea of a man possessing and entering him. There must be
an answer, he just couldn't think of one yet.

	Dan was so deep in thought he almost ran straight into someone.
"Sorry, I didn't see you." He seemed to have appeared almost out of
nowhere.

	"My fault entirely, Miss." Said the man in a highly cultured
English accent. He was a tall elegant man wearing a suit that probably
cost thousands. He carried a strange silver cane and wore dark glasses
despite the overcast sky. He looked a little closer at Dan. "Are you
alright? You look slightly distressed."

	"I'm fine," Dan blurted out. "Just had an argument with my
husband." Why did I tell him that, he asked himself.

	"You should not let him annoy you so. If he treats you so badly
you should find a man who is more worthy." Despite the dark glasses Dan
could almost feel the man's eyes on him. Unlike virtually every male he
had seen since becoming a woman the man's gaze did not drift over Dan's
feminine curves. It remained locked on Dan's face.

	"No, no. He's not that bad." But Dan could feel his will sapping.
Why should he waste his time on someone he had never loved and who seemed
determined to drink himself to death?

	"You deserve better. A man who will pamper and look after you. A
man who will satisfy your desires." The rest of the world seemed to fade
away leaving only Dan and the strange man. The man's words penetrated
deep into Dan's mind. He was a woman now, he should enjoy himself. He was
beautiful and could have anyone he wanted. His body reacted to his
thoughts and he felt his pussy become heavy with arousal. His nipples
pushed into the soft cups of his bra as they became erect.

	"That's it. Forget Simon, enjoy yourself. Submerge yourself in
your new self. You are a woman, aroused and sensual. Go and indulge
yourself."

	Dan blinked and looked around at the virtually empty street. What
was he doing here? A half memory of talking to someone drifted through
his mind but vanished like a dream before he could grab onto it. He felt
an erotic wetness from his aroused pussy. Fuck Simon, what did he owe
him? Nothing! He was a woman now, he might as well explore what that
meant.

	He made his way back to his car. Trying to walk as sexily as
possible, swinging his hips as he went. Every swish of his skirt, every
slight movement of his breasts in their silken confinement just made him
more turned on. He started sizing up men as they walked past. None of
them had exactly what he was looking for, but Dan luxuriated in the
lustful glances he got.

	As he was nearly back to his car he saw a man who fitted all of
Dan's criteria to break his female cherry. He was a builder of some kind
and was just putting his tools into the back of his van. Dan went to his
own pink car and opened up the hood. He quickly fiddled with the engine
and then closed the hood without the builder seeing. Dan then got in the
car and turned the ignition. The car whined a few times but totally
refused to start.

	After trying a few times, the builder climbed out of his van to
see what the trouble was. As Dan had hoped his eyes lit up when he saw a
beautiful woman with car trouble. He walked over to Dan, "Can I help you,
love?"

	Dan gave him a nervous smile. "I don't know, this worked fine
this morning."

	"Let me have a look, I know a little about cars." He opened the
hood and looked at the engine. After a minute, he said. "Try now, I think
you had a loose connection."

	Dan turned the key and the engine roared into life. After revving
it a few times. Dan turned it off and climbed out of the car. He walked
round to the builder trying to make his walk as sexy as possible. "Thank
you," he said in a husky voice. "I don't know what I would have done
without you. How can I ever repay you?"

	The builder hesitated. He knew Dan was coming on strong to him.
But he knew better then to take that on face value. "That's okay. Glad I
could help." He made to move back to his van.

	Dan put his hand on the builders arm. "That wouldn't be right.
There must be something I could do for you. What's your name? I'm
Alison."

	"My name's Joe." said the builder. Dan could see Joe was weighing
up whether to take him up on his obvious offer, but he was still wary.

	Dan took one of Joe's wide hands in his dainty ones and pressed
it against his heaving breast. "Fuck me," he whispered into Joe's ear.

	"Where will we go." He asked his fears overridden by his desire for
Dan.

	"I can't wait. Whats wrong with the back of your van?" Answered
Dan, his voice heavy with lust.

	"Nothing, nothing at all." Joe replied with a wide smile. Joe
opened up the back of the van and they climbed in. There wasn't enough
room to stand upright but there was enough room for them lying down. Joe
pulled out some blankets and laid them on the floor after closing the
doors.

	Dan watched Joe pull off his T-shirt feeling more aroused than
at any point before in his life. At the back of his mind was a nagging
disquiet over what he was about to do but he ignored it. Quickly he
pulled his dress over his head and knelt by Joe dressed only in his
virgin white lingerie. Joe, not believing his luck, ran his hand over
Dan's creamy skin. Dan shivered at the touch, he wanted to feel Joe
in him so much. But he wanted this first time as a woman to last forever.

	Joe reached behind Dan's head and undid the grip holding his long
black hair back. Dan shook his head shaking the hair free, even the feel
of his hair on his back turned him on beyond belief. Joe reached up and
ran his hand through Dan's silky hair. Then he drew Dan's head closer to
his and they were kissing. Dan submitted to Joe's strong embrace opening
his lips for Joe's probing tongue.

	Finally they broke and Dan breathed in the heady male scent
coming from Joe's body. Joe looked down at the woman who had so
unexpectedly offered herself to him. Her eyes were bright with lust and
her breathing was quick and gasping.

	Joe reached behind Dan and undid his bra. Dan felt his breasts
swing free exposed to Joe in all their glory. Gently, Joe cupped one in
his strong hand rubbing the hard nipple as he did so. Dan reached forward
and frantically undid Joe's belt. Joe stood up and pulled his jeans down
and threw them into the corner of the van. Dan's eyes were glued to the
large bulge in Joe's boxer shorts.

	Joe reached down, gripped the side of Dan's panties and ripped
them open. He pulled the remains off Dan and sent one hand between his
silky thighs. Dan closed his eyes and moaned at the first touch of Joe's
fingers. He leaned his head back and abandoned himself to Joe's expert
caresses. Joe gently laid Dan down on the blankets, continuing to stroke
his pussy as he did so. Dan found himself spreading his legs to give Joe
easier access to this strange ultra-sensitive new part of his body. He
felt Joe's fingers leave his wet cunt and then he heard a rustling sound.

	The next thing he was aware of was Joe manoeuvring his wide
muscled body on top of Dan's. He was heavy, but Dan found the sensation
very erotic. One of Joe's hands started massaging Dan's breasts, it felt
so good. Every part of his body was almost excruciatingly sensitive, so
unlike his old body where everything was centered around his cock.
Thinking about his cock Dan finally realised what the hot length was
pressing against his soft thigh. Joe had pulled his boxer shorts off
before climbing on Dan.

	He opened his eyes and stared up at Joe's flushed face. He
pulled Joe's head down and kissed him with passion. Then, he reached
down and touched Joe's hard cock. It felt so different from when he used
to hold his own. Joe lifted himself up to give Dan easier access. Dan
rubbed it back and forth rolling the foreskin over the bulbous head and
back again. He heard Joe's breathing grow quick and ragged and stopped.
He didn't want him to climax without feeling that gorgeous cock in his
hungry pussy.

	Dan raised his knees and guided Joe's cock to the entrance of his
pussy. Joe took over and slowly eased his hot length deeply into Dan's
slippery vagina. Dan heard high squeaks of pleasure coming from his
throat. Joe's cock felt a mile long and filled the aching need in Dan.
Then he felt Joe start to withdraw from him and was about to protest when
he felt Joe thrust back into him. Slowly at first, and then with
increasing speed Joe pounded into Dan's lithe body.

	Each time Joe thrust into him Dan gave a little gasp that grew
into sharp yelps of pleasure. The whole van was shaking and anyone
passing would have been in little doubt what was going on inside. By now
Dan had his long legs wrapped around Joe's waist and was pulling him
deep inside with every thrust. He was overcome by the sensations
assaulting his senses. He could feel a thick male body between his
thighs. The feeling of penetration and submission driving him beyond all
control. The blankets rucked up underneath Dan as their passion reached
even greater heights. His super-sensitive clitoris being stimulated
beyond all belief. His nipples rubbing against Joe's hairy chest.

	All these feelings welled up in Dan until they suddenly exploded
and he orgasmed. His shrill shriek of pure joy reverberated around the
inside of the van. He hung onto Joe for dear life and squeezed Joe's cock
with his vagina. This pushed Joe over the brink as well and with one
final thrust pumped his thick wad into Dan.

	They lay locked together for some minutes, and Dan could feel
Joe's cock slowly shrink and pull out of him. He could not believe how
intense their lovemaking had been. It was far better than anything he had
ever done as a man. Even now he was still enjoying the aftershocks of his
orgasm.

	The windows of the van had steamed up and both of them were
covered in sweat. Joe finally got up and wiped himself down with one of
the cleaner blankets and then started to get dressed. Dan cleaned himself
up with another blanket. He was going to need another shower when he got
back to the Mitchell's place, he literally reeked of sex.

	His stockings were ruined so he unclipped them and threw them
into the corner with the panties. He decided not to bother with the bra
and just put the dress back on. Just as he was clipping his hair back
into place Joe smiled and said. "You are the most beautiful woman I've
ever met. You're fantastic!"

	Dan preened in the compliments. "You're not too bad yourself,
lover. That was best fuck I ever had."

	"Can I see you again?"

	"Sure, what's your phone number?"

	Joe scribbled his name and number on a piece of paper and gave
it to Dan. Dan thanked him with a broad smile and climbed out of the
van. He walked over to his car feeling slightly worried. Something was
building in him, something unpleasant. He pushed it from his mind and
drove back home. All the way his sense of unease grew. What was up? He
had just had the best time of his life, what could be wrong.

	Back home Maria had already finished for the day and Dan was
alone for the hour or so before Simon was due back. He meandered up to
the bathroom humming a little tune. Perhaps I should go braless from now
on, he thought. I love the way they bounce and jostle in my dress. Much
better than when they are confined in a bra.

	In the bathroom he stripped off and was about to climb into the
shower when he caught sight of himself in the mirror. The feeling of
disquiet grew and then the dam burst and his memories flooded back. The
man in the street who had told him to forget Simon and fuck another man.

	And he had! He had let a man touch him. Worse, he had seduced a
complete stranger and been fucked by him! How could it have happened. Was
his body running away with him? He collapsed on the floor crying
uncontrollably. He wanted nothing more than get away from his new body,
but he was stuck. He could feel his breasts shaking as he sobbed, he
could still feel Joe's cock thrusting between his thighs.

	It was several minutes before Dan could bring himself under
control. He dried his eyes on a towel and sat down morosely on the floor.
More and more he felt out of his depth. If he went out again would he
turn into a slut again? Would he ever be able to control his new body? If
he couldn't bring himself under control what chance did he have to help
Simon?

	Outside the wall running around the house the tall man with dark
glasses watched with a cruel smile on his face. He hadn't expected the
new personality he had implanted in Dan to last long. But it had done its
job, Dan's confidence was utterly destroyed. With him neutralised there
was no one to save Simon from his inevitable fall. This was too easy, he
thought. Then he turned and walked off down the road, his silver cane
glinting in the afternoon sun.


		       TG: Body and Soul (4/?)

	There has been some debate about binaries on a.s.s.tg. I'm not
talking about the zipped repost of Joe Bates (that has to be zipped as
it runs to nearly 2 MB long), but about the electronic magazine. It's
not a bad idea in itself, but I'd prefer it to be downloadable from a web
or FTP site rather than posted to a newsgroup. Not everyone has killfiles
and downloading something that size can cost.
	As ever I'd love to know what you think of my stories and if you
think you can do better, please do so.
	This story has an adult content and must not be viewed if
under 18.

	                Body and Soul part 4
        	                by
	       	             Stephanie

CHAPTER 5

	Carefully, Simon climbed out of his car and slammed the door
shut. The ground was still spinning but the night air had cleared his
head slightly. The light above the front door acted like a homing beacon
and he stumbled towards it. The door proved problematic, as it involved
inserting the key into the lock and remaining upright at the same time.

	He rummaged in his pocket until he found his front door key and
promptly dropped it on the floor. He bent down to look for it, banging
his head soundly on the door as he did so. After scrabbling around for a
couple of minutes on his hands and knees he managed to locate it. Getting
back up seemed to much of an effort and he decided to rest a bit before
launching another assault on the door. Within seconds he was sound
asleep.

	Dan awoke at the thump of Simon's head hitting the door. Through
bleary eyes he looked at the clock. Half past two in the morning, he's
back at last. Probably blasted out of his tiny mind. He got up from the
couch where he had fallen asleep some hours earlier and checked himself
in the mirror. He had spent over an hour in the shower trying to scrub
the feeling of Joe from his body. He hadn't really succeeded and whenever
he thought of what had happened he could still feel Joe's hands cupping
his breasts and playing with his nipples. He could not come to terms with
what he had done. Less than one day in Alison's body and he had turned
into an uncontrollable whore. After the shower he had taken the dress
he had worn that day and thrown it away. The less things hanging around
to remind him the better. He had gone for a simple white blouse and light
blue pants. It felt good to be back in pants, even ones as obviously
feminine as these.

	Simon had still to open the front door and Dan decided to go see
what was keeping him. As he opened the door Simon slumped back into the
hall snoring loudly. Dan bent down and put his hands in Simon's armpits
so he could drag him back into the house. He strained and pulled but
failed to get Simon to budge. Dan just succeeded in shoving his breasts in
the sleeping man's face when he fell over on top of him. I'm as weak as
a baby, he thought. He clambered to his feet and kicked Simon in his
side. When this failed to get any reaction Dan flew into a rage. It was
fine for Simon, he wasn't stuck as a weak, powerless woman.

	An idea sprang into Dan's mind and he ran up the stairs to the
bedroom. He returned several minutes later and started to unbuckle
Simon's belt. He yanked down Simon's jeans and then his boxer shorts. He
took care not to look at Simon's genitals, he didn't want to lurch into
slut mode again. Dan picked up the stuff he had brought downstairs and
set to work. It was difficult, especially on an unconscious body but after
about quarter of an hour he was ready. Using Alison's memory he found a
camera and used up about half a roll of film.

	Getting the jeans back on Simon proved to be very difficult,
fortunately he was so drunk that Dan had no fear of waking him up.
Finally the jeans were in back in place and done up. Dan stepped back,
his face flushed with all the exertion. He had often gone on drinking
bouts when he was a man and he knew Simon probably wouldn't wake up till
the morning. Dan managed to dragged him indoors a bit at a time until he
could shut the front door and left Simon snoring in the hall. Finally
Dan wearily made his way up to bed. At least he wasn't going to have to
share it with Simon tonight.

	Maria had left a fresh nightie out for him and Dan put it on
without complaint. He avoided looking at himself in the mirror and
climbed into bed. It was impossible for him to get back to sleep, his
mind kept going over what he had done with the builder that day. He was
in a new body that he wasn't used to but there was still no reason why he
should suddenly turn into a nymphomaniac. His mind drifted back further
trying to remember when he had lost control. He had been talking to
someone after Simon threw him out of the bar. The strange looking
Englishman, yes that was it. Dan had been talking to him and the next
thing he could remember was standing alone in the street getting very
turned on. What had he said? 'Forget your husband'. No that wasn't it.

	He had said forget SIMON. Dan sat up fully awake, how had the man
known who Alison's husband was? Dan certainly hadn't told him. And after
the man had told Dan to have fun he had vanished. He wasn't an angel,
that much was certain. But if he wasn't an angel that meant he came from
the other place. Dan wondered if he had been the Devil himself or just
one of his minions.

	He lay back on the bed. In many ways it was a huge weight of his
mind. He wasn't responsible for...the thing he had done with Joe. The
idea had been planted in his head. Dan had no doubts that the devil, or
whatever he was, would try again when he refused to back down. He had no
intention of giving up on Simon now. He didn't particularly like Simon
and definitely couldn't love him. But after what had been done to him
that afternoon it was personal and Dan would help Simon if only to spite
the strange man.

	The only question was how.

CHAPTER 6

	The next morning Dan got up and dressed before Maria arrived. He
had chosen a smart if fairly conservative dark blouse and knee length
black skirt. He'd had to change his first choice of blouse, a white plain
one, after he noticed that the black bra he was wearing was clearly
visible through it.

	He experimented with some red nail varnish on his long
fingernails. He still found his fingernails getting in the way and
reminded himself to get them cut shorter at some point. After what seemed
an age the nail varnish dried and he put on some more red lipstick. It
still felt very alien to do this, but he was going to be a woman for the
rest of his life and to a certain extent he was going to have to get used
to it. But never to the point of having sex with a man again.

	Dan found some smaller earrings to wear, shaped like gold shells.
He found himself liking the strange weight hanging on his ears. Then he
rummaged through the jewellery box until he came across a simple gold
crucifix on a chain. It might not do any good, but it couldn't hurt.

	He went through Alison's drawers until he came across a diary.
Checking the entry for that day, Dan saw he was supposed to be meeting
someone called Kate for an aerobics session at Simon's fitness centre.
Dan racked Alison's memory for information about Kate, she was a
childhood friend of Alison's and they were very close. Dan decided it
was worth going. He could keep an eye on Simon while he was at it and see
how convincing he was as Alison to her best friend. A further search
brought up a leotard, which was a lurid pink, and green tights. He
stuffed them into a shoulder bag went to check on Simon.

	Downstairs he was still fast asleep in the hall. If Dan's plan
was to succeed Simon had better not wake up until he was late for work.
Dan went into the kitchen and made himself a light snack. This body
seemed to need far less than his old one. Anyway, he didn't want to get
fat and had always burned off the energy with exercise. His new body
obviously didn't do weight training, but it was in such good shape Alison
must have done Aerobics regularly.

	Dan met Maria as she came into the house and put a finger in
front of his lips. Maria got the hint, grinned and made her way silently
round Simon. "He needs his beauty sleep," explained Dan.

	It was half past eight before Dan woke Simon up. He was still
dead to the world and Dan was thinking of slapping him awake just before
he came round. "Good morning, dear." Dan said sweetly. "Have a good time
last night did you?"

	"Uhhh....What time is it?" Muttered Simon as he struggled awake.

	"Half past eight. I tried to wake you earlier but you didn't want
to know."

	"Eight thirty!" Simon struggled to his feet and noticed he was in
the hall not the bedroom. He wasn't overly surprised, at least he made it
inside the house this time. More than once he had woken up in his car or
in the driveway. "I'll be late for work." He muttered and staggered to
the front door.

	"Why don't you take today off. Have a rest?" said Dan hoping
Simon wouldn't agree.

	"No, I've got work to do. Where are my keys?"

	"You left them in the car. Anyway you're not fit to drive, I've
got my aerobics class today so I'll drive you in."

	"Well, okay. But we're going in your car. I don't want you
denting mine." He said grumpily and went out in the morning sunlight.

	I am going to kill him, seethed Dan. I could handle his car with
no problems. Does he think I can't drive just cause I'm female? Probably,
he realised. Dan had always thought women were inherently poorer drivers
than men. He picked up his bag and followed Simon to the garage.

	All the way to the center Simon was quiet, except for groans when
Dan went over bumps in the road too fast. Alison hadn't woken him up
until he was late on purpose, he decided. She didn't look too happy and
was obviously in a foul mood over the way he had thrown her out of the
bar yesterday. He hated having to face the day in yesterdays clothes.
They stank of alcohol and felt uncomfortable. He'd get his secretary to
get him a tracksuit or something when he got to work.

	Dan pulled into the center and parked in Simon's usual spot.
"I'll pick you up at five."

	"Alright. Seeya later, Darling." He leant over and kissed Dan on
the cheek. Dan had been expecting it and managed to avoid flinching, but
his mind drifted over his royal fucking by Joe. He still couldn't get
over how good it had felt.

	Simon got out and was gone before Dan could finish locking the
car. Dan went in the front entrance and checked in with the receptionist.
He still had twenty minutes before the next lesson started.

	"Allie! Over here!" A tall African-American woman waved from
across the reception hall. Allie had to be a nickname for Alison.

	Dan smiled and waved back, this was the acid test. If he could
convince Kate he was Alison, he'd have no trouble with that sonofabitch
Simon.

	"I didn't hear from you yesterday, Allie. What happened to you?"
Kate said when she had walked over.

	"Ah...I had a little trouble."

	Kate frowned. "Simon again? I don't know why you stick with him.
Ever since he was left the centers in his father's will he's been getting
worse. You should chuck him, I know a good divorce lawyer who could
easily overturn that prenuptial agreement." Dan could tell this was an
argument Kate and Alison had had many time before.

	"He's not that bad. He just needs to be brought back under
control a bit."

	Kate looked at Dan quizzically. "You're up to something, aren't
you? I can see it in your eyes."

	Dan grinned. "Come on, I don't want to be late for our session."

	"Oh, come on! Tell me what you're up to."

	"I will, it's a good one."

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

	Simon climbed the stairs up to his office. He'd be glad to have
a quiet rest without having to worry about his frosty wife. His secretary
was already in sorting the mail. "Morning, Linda."

	She smiled coyly back at him. "Good Morning, Simon. Rough night?"

	"What?" He looked down at his dishevelled clothes, "oh, yeah. Have
you got a tracksuit I could wear."

	"I'll dig one out for you. You go get those dirty clothes off and
I'll go get some your size." She got off her chair and wiggled down to
the locker room. Simon watched her ass rolling in her tight skirt, she
was something special. And she knew exactly what she had to do to land
and keep her job.

	He yawned and strolled into his office. Perhaps he should cut
back on gambling and drinking a bit, he had lost big time for days now.
No, he was sure his luck would change soon. He kicked off his shoes and
started to unbutton his shirt. Alison's aerobics class would last for
more than enough time for Linda to take down some 'dictation'. He smiled
at his little joke and dropped his shirt to the floor. His crotch felt a
little odd. His underpants were stuck up the crack of his ass, he hated
it when that happened. He dropped his pants and stopped dead at the sight
that greeted his eyes.

	He didn't have the underpants on he was wearing yesterday.
Instead he had on a pair of red knickers decorated with lots of lace, red
fishnet stockings and a suspender belt. What the hell was going on? He
recognised the outfit, he had bought it for Alison some months back but
she had refused to wear it. She had said it made her look like a tart.

	"Good God!" Simon looked up to see Linda staring open mouthed at
him.

	"It's not what you think." He said lamely.

	"Its okay. I didn't mean to disturb you." She said with wide
eyes. She dropped the track suit inside the office and quickly left.
Simon groaned, this was obviously his wife's idea of a joke.

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

	"You did what?" Kate exclaimed with an astonished look on her
face.

	Dan and Kate were in a corner of the changing room, Dan felt a
little embarrassed with all the women undressing around him. "Well, he
was drunk and I was mad at him. If he isn't playing around with that
floozy outside his office he won't get caught, will he?"

	Kate shook her head and casually undid her bra. Dan tried to
avoid looking at her dark, inviting breasts. And tried to avoid looking
like he was trying to avoid looking at them. "He's going to be furious
tonight." said Kate.

	"I've got a little insurance." Dan replied and waved a roll of
film at Kate.

	Kate burst out laughing. "You didn't!" Dan smiled with her, he
could see why Alison had liked her.

	He put the film away in his bag and removed his skirt. "He looked
so pretty in them, I had to. Umm...do you know anywhere discreet enough
to develop the film."

	"Sure, there's a place where me and Michael take our private
film. I'll take you there later, if you let me see the results of your
handiwork."

	"No problem." Laughed Dan. He sat down and carefully eased the
sheer green tights on. He was getting the hang of this and they did feel
good. He doubted Simon had felt so good in his fishnets. He swapped his
black lacy bra for a white sports one. Then he stepped into the pink
leotard and pulled it up around his curvy figure.

	The room where the class was held had a large mirror on the wall,
probably was used in ballet classes or something thought Dan. He felt
he was sticking out like a sore thumb among the dozen or so women. But in
the mirror he could see his lithe form, just another one of the girls.

	Soon the class started and Dan hesitantly followed the rest of
the women through the warm-up. He was surprised at how his new body could
move. He could bend in ways that would have had his old body screaming in
agony. He let his mind drift as he went through the exercises, he felt
like this body could do anything.

	All to soon the class was over and he and Kate went for a shower.
Thankfully the showers were not communal and Dan could wash himself in
private. This body had its benefits, but he wished it was as strong as
his old one and male as well.

	Refreshed, he and Kate hit the shopping centers. Dan found
himself relaxing, able to put the traumas of the previous day behind him.
Kate didn't seem to have any doubts about Dan, she just thought he was
down because of Simon. They dropped off the roll of film at the small
photo shop Kate knew, giving the shop owner a knowing wink.

	"Right, Allie." said Kate. "I know what you need to cheer you
up." She practically dragged Dan into the nearest store and headed for the
lingerie section. Oh no, thought Dan. He had always been uncomfortable in
those parts of stores, he had never known where to look.

	Kate picked out a pink camisole and held it against Dan. "What do
you think?"

	"It's nice," Dan said in a fairly neutral tone.

	"It's beautiful, go try it on. And this one too while you're at
it." Kate piled various bits and pieces of silk and lace in Dan's arms
before leading him off to the changing rooms. Over the next hour she had
him parading the lingerie for her critical eye and Dan found he was
enjoying himself. For a little while he could forget his problems. The
lingerie did feel nice, though some of the lace was a little scratchy.
He marvelled at himself while watching his bountiful form in the mirror.
Here he was trying on all sorts of sexy outfits and he was having fun!
Soon Kate was joining in and they started trying on the more outrageous
pieces in an effort to outdo each other. They both collapsed in
uncontrollable giggles after Dan tried on a daring red basque and started
doing playboy style poses. Dan ended up spending a small fortune on the
lingerie which filled several carrier bags. How could clothes so small
cost so much?

	Dan had forgotten the film until Kate reminded him. While he was
paying for developing the photographs Kate was already going through
them. He joined her and went through the photos with her, half of them
were from some daytrip Simon and Alison had been on. But the rest showed
a man, possibly asleep dressed in a sexy red panties and suspender set
with fishnet stockings. Kate almost howled with laughter, "this is the
best thing you've done in ages. What are you going to do with these?"

	"I haven't decided yet."

	"You should stick these up over his fitness centers. He deserves
it for all he's done to you." She turned to the salesman. "Could we have
a blow-up of these three, please?" She selected several photos and handed
them over. "Well we want to make sure people can recognise his face." She
said with a grin.

CHAPTER 7

	Simon worked his way through the paperwork on his desk. He was
still seething over the trick Alison had pulled on him. Only Linda had
seen him in the outfit which he had explained away as some drunken prank.
He had no doubts that virtually everyone would have heard about it by the
end of the day. Why the hell did Alison go and do something like this to
him? Hadn't he put a roof over her head and paid for all her expensive
outfits?

	Linda opened the office door, "Simon. There's a woman here to see
you." She said curtly. Simon was still wondering about Linda's tone of
voice when the visitor walked into the room. It was all Simon could do to
keep an idiot grin off his face. She was perfect, early twenties with a
spiky blonde haircut. Inside her low cut white top were two large creamy
breasts which must have been DD size at least. Her navel was bare and her
tight black skirt finished almost before it started. Every part of her
body was flawless, on her stunningly beautiful face was a sultry
half-smile.

	Simon was in lust. He could feel his penis stirring in his track-
suit, he had taken the panties off and his erection would have been
immediately obvious if he wasn't behind a desk. "Can I help you, miss?"

	"Oh, don't say you've forgotten. I was at the club last night. You
told me to come round today and show you a good time."

	Simon ran through the hazy recollections of the previous night.
He racked his mind but could not remember her, then again he couldn't
remember how he had got home either. "Hi, I'm sorry I was a bit out of it
last night..uhh."

	"Samantha. You made quite a few boasts last night. Lets see if
you can live up to them." She walked slowly round the desk. Simon watched
her hips roll seductively in the tight black skirt. Suddenly she pulled
his chair from under the desk so revealing his unrestrained erection.
"Mmmmm," she exclaimed with a smile. "Maybe you can." She dropped to her
knees. She isn't! Thought Simon half in shock, half in hope. It didn't
occur to him to question why she was doing this. His brain was overruled
by his balls.

	His hand fumbled across the desk to the intercom switch, "Uh
Linda, I'm not to be disturbed, okay?"

	"Fine." Came the frosty reply.

	Samantha pulled down his tracksuit and his cock sprang free.
She regarded his hard member for a moment with a strange look on her face
and then slowly kissed its head. Simon leaned back and gasped, the day
had started badly but things were looking distinctly up. He looked down at
the beautiful, very well endowed woman slowly running her hot mouth over
his cock. Her tongue caressing the sensitive head as she did so. She was,
surprisingly, not that experienced at a blow job. He had had far more
expert mouths bringing him off. But what she lacked in experience she
more than made up for in enthusiasm. He could feel himself building to a
climax already.

	Outside Linda was coldly furious. Simon had always said she was
the only one for him. She knew she shouldn't have trusted a man who was
cheating on his wife. But to have a whore come into work was beyond
belief. She could here him moaning in obvious pleasure, the bastard!

	A movement caught her eye and she looked up to see who was coming
up the stairs. It was Alison! Back from her shopping trip earlier than
usual. "Is Simon in?" Alison asked. She wasn't in a good mood herself.

	Anyone else and Linda might have stalled them as her boss had
told her. Oh to hell with the job, she thought. "Yeah, he's in."

	"Thanks." said Alison and opened the office door and walked
briskly in.

	Simon looked up to see his wife standing in the doorway. FUCKING
HELL! He made a half hearted attempt to hide what was going on. But he
could tell from the set of Alison's face that she had worked it out.

	Dan rolled his eyes, "I can't leave you alone for a minute can
I?" He turned and glowered at Samantha. "I don't know who you are, just
get out of here now." she said coldly.

	Samantha smirked and wiped her mouth as she stood up. She strode
to the door at her own pace. Simon watched, silent and white-faced. What
could he say?

	Samantha walked right past Dan who was glaring at Simon. As she
did so she turned and whispered to him. "I'll go this time, Dan. But in
future I will call the shots." And then she was gone.

	Dan stared at her open mouthed as the woman walked down the
stairs. How on Earth did she know his real name?


			Body and Soul part 5
				by
			     Stephanie

CHAPTER 8

	There was complete silence as Dan watched the blonde haired woman
walk down the stairs and out of sight. The words she had spoken to him
were still ringing in his head.

	'I will go this time, Dan.'

	How had this woman, who was dressed like a prostitute, known who
he really was? Was she in league with the strange man who had hypnotised
Dan the previous day? Perhaps she was the devil, he was probably able to
alter his appearance. She turned back to Simon, it just made it more
imperative for Dan to carry out the rest of his plan.

	He walked over to the desk while Simon hastily pulled his track-
suit bottoms back up. "I've never seen her before, honest." He pleaded.

	"And that is supposed to make me feel better, is it?" Dan said
archly. "That you're having sex with someone you don't even know?" He
pulled out the enlargements of the photos he had taken and spread them
on the desk.

	Simon's eyes bulged when he saw the photographs. Having Linda
tell everyone she had seen him in panties and suspenders was bad enough.
But documentary evidence would make him a laughing stock. His wife had
taken these while he was asleep, but several of the photos made it look
like he was posing. He looked up at Alison's stern face and asked, "Why?"

	"I did it because you are going off the deep end. Now I want to
save our marriage before it completely falls apart. To do that you have to
cut back on your drinking, gambling and womanising. I've tried everything
else and this seems the only way to get a grip on you."

	"Look, Alison. This is my life. I have more than enough money for
my card games with plenty left over to keep you in the good life."

	"You getting worse, I don't want to lose you Simon. I love you."
Dan found those words very hard to say to a man, but they seemed to do
the trick. Simon still cared for Alison.

	"Okay, you have a deal. I know I've been a bastard lately. Will
you forgive me." He held out his arms and Dan walked round and held Simon
to his breast. Simon put his arms around Dan's waist and hugged him.

	Dan felt a little distaste, but the feeling of Simon's head
against his bosom didn't feel that bad. In fact he felt slightly maternal
as Simon's head rested against his breasts. For the first time since
waking up as a woman, he felt some degree of control. He didn't trust
Simon for a second though, in his place Dan would have just become more
careful to avoid detection. But now he had a lever to work Simon back on
to the right path.

	In the street outside two figures sat in a limousine. One of them
remarked in a cultured English accent. "It looks like you will have to
try again. Dan Sandford seems more resilient than I expected."

	The other figure flinched slightly, she would have to go through
that again? It was so degrading.

	As if the he had heard her thoughts the man said. "You may find
it degrading, my dear. But it is the price you agreed to pay for your
youth. If you do not want to end up old and diseased again, you will do
as I say. Now go and prepare. Remember what I promised you if you can
deliver both Simon AND Dan to me."

	She remembered alright. Her only hope in the abyss she was
currently in. Samantha nodded and quickly got out of the limousine, which
promptly faded from sight.

CHAPTER 9

	Dan hadn't wanted to let Simon go off on his own so soon after
the confrontation. But there was some new exercise equipment he had to
examine and Dan hoped the shock of the photographs would keep him in
check, for a while at least. After Simon had gone Dan went through his
desk, he came up with two whiskey bottles, a book full of women's names
and phone numbers, and some cards advertising various prostitutes. With
them disposed of, Dan sat back and tried to think of the best way to
proceed.

	He still could not think of any other way to bring Simon back
from the brink without playing the loving wife. Would that be so bad,
said a treacherous corner of his mind. Dan rejected it, of course it
would. Yes, Simon did remind him of his old self and his body wasn't
bad for a man. But he still preferred women and he remembered how his eyes
had fixed on the woman he had caught Simon with. He remembered how her
breasts had strained inside her tight halter. He felt a dampness between
his legs again as he imagined what it would be like to make love to her.
He fantasised about laying her down on the floor and then ramming his cock
into her wet pussy until she screamed in passion.

	But, he remembered sadly, he didn't have a cock anymore. Just a
pussy that even now desired something to fill it. He felt the conflict
in him. His pussy ached for a cock to thrust inside it, but his mind
wanted to be the man. He sighed and headed home. As he drove home he
mused that if Simon was a woman he'd have no problems falling in love
with him.

	Back home, Dan called out to Maria but got no answer. That was
odd, he thought. She should still be here. He found her in one of the
front rooms stretched out on a couch, fast asleep. Alison's memory had
always thought of her as honest and hardworking, so this was very unlike
Maria.

	Dan tried to wake her up, but even shaking didn't work. "I
wouldn't bother, an earthquake wouldn't wake her up."

	He looked up quickly, in the doorway was the prostitute he had
thrown out of Simon's office. "How the hell did you get in here."

	She smiled, "That's exactly how I got in here."

	Dan felt a shiver run up his spine, "so you are working for the
Devil."

	"Yes, I know how difficult this must be for you. I bet you'd
prefer to make love to me rather than Simon." She reached behind her and
undid her skimpy top. She threw it to the floor letting her heavy
succulent breasts swing free. Slowly she walked across the room to Dan.
He was transfixed watching her breasts jostle with each step. He could
feel his pussy becoming aroused and his nipples growing into two hard
points. Samantha had only a fraction of the mental power her master did,
but her body was enough to remove the remaining inhibitions from Dan's
mind. His body might be female, but his mind was still nearly 100 percent
male.

	"No, this is wrong." He muttered as Samantha reached him.

	She smiled. "You're really a man and I'm a woman. What can be
more natural than that. Just relax." Samantha could feel herself getting
aroused as well, Dan was beautiful and she hadn't had a woman for so
long. She reached down and picked up Dan's slim hand. Gently she placed
it against her mountainous breast. Dan gasped softly at the feeling of
all the tit flesh in his hand. Almost instinctively he started to knead
it. Samantha moaned, she had never realised how good that could feel.

	Dan took his hand away and pressed his face to her breast,
sucking an engorged nipple into his hungry mouth. Samantha couldn't
believe how sensitive her nipples were, she knew (but didn't care) that
she was losing control of herself. She ripped open Dan's blouse exposing
his sensuous breasts enclosed in a black silk bra. Roughly she ran her
hand across his breasts and tweaked the hard points of his nipples.

	"Suck me," begged Dan.

	Samantha quickly undid Dan's bra and pulled it away. Samantha
held one of his breasts in her hand feeling the hard point of his nipple
drilling into her hand. She took Dan in her arms, leaned over him and
kissed his soft pouting lips. He shivered with desire and Samantha gently
lowered him to the white fur rug in front of the fireplace.

	He felt hands tugging at his waistband and his skirt was soon
undone and pulled off. Samantha hooked her fingers under Dan's panties
and pulled them down exposing his aroused pussy. Dan looked up at the
woman, her firm breasts hanging just inches above his face. He knew he
should resist, she was the enemy. But he wanted to make love to her so
intensely and the more he learned about Simon, the more he detested him.
So why should he help him? He felt a hand gliding down over the soft
curve of his tummy and down to his pussy. He ached to be touched there,
to feel Samantha's hungry mouth nibbling and licking his sensitive
clitoris.

	She smiled down at him and slowly ran her hand over his cunt. Dan
almost came from this lightest of touches. He moaned in a way that really
got Samantha hot and Dan unconsciously spread his legs. With an agonising
slowness she slid her forefinger inside his hot vagina. It felt so alien
to Dan, yet somehow strangely familiar. "More!" He pleaded in a strangled
voice.

	Samantha smiled and began working all four fingers of her right
hand inside his wet pussy. Dan was now beyond words, lost in the
sensations rocketing through his body. Samantha's other hand began
caressing one of Dan's full breasts. He began to thrust his hips to meet
Samantha's fingers as they dived into him. Dan began to breathe deeper
and deeper as he neared his orgasm. Finally, he tensed and his cunt
clamped down on her fingers as he came. He was aware of a shrill female
voice in the throes of a tremendous climax, without realising it was his.

	Samantha looked down at Dan as he shivered from the aftershocks
of his orgasm. Masculinity had been wasted on him, she decided. His
reactions seemed so submissive, so feminine. Admittedly it was mostly due
to her coercive mental powers, but she wondered if he would become
naturally feminine in his responses as the months passed. She
concentrated on the matter in hand and undid her tight black skirt. She
had no panties on at all, another requirement her new satanic master had
compelled on her.

	Dressed only in stockings and suspenders she kneeled over Dan. He
opened his eyes to see Samantha's dripping cunt just inches from his
face. "Eat it," she commanded and pressed her crotch into his face.

	His eyes bulged, but he eagerly complied. Samantha lost herself
in the ecstasy of being licked out by this exotic woman. Dan licked and
nibbled at Samantha's cunt while her blonde pubic hair tickled his nose.
Her legs kept his arms trapped at his side and the only area he could
reach was his own pussy. He was still highly aroused from the finger fuck
Samantha had given him and he was soon playing with himself. Dan still
found it almost impossible to think of it as his vagina, but he couldn't
deny the exquisite feelings its velvet softness was giving him.

	Samantha continued to ride him, the feelings emanating from her
own pussy was astounding. She had never had her cunt eaten before, but
she could see why her lovers had enjoyed it so much.

	Dan thought, why am I letting her do this? Her control must be
slipping as she gets excited. He was still working his wet cunt with his
hands and knew he couldn't stop himself. But, if he waited for the right
moment he might be able to turn the tables on her.

	By now, Samantha was grinding her crotch into Dan's face with
abandon. Her cunt was giving off a musky smell that was driving him crazy
with lust. He shuddered as a series of orgasms shot through his body, as
a man he had never reached this level of pleasure for as long as he had
now.

	Samantha gave a high pitched wail and came to her own climax,
covering Dan's face with pussy juice. He knew that now was his only
chance. Without warning he flipped Samantha over onto her front and
pulled her arm behind her, effectively immobilising her. He sat astride
her as she struggled in vain to get free.

	"Right, now you're going to answer my questions." Dan told her.

	"Let me go." Samantha said quietly. Dan felt a growing compulsion
to obey her. He twisted her arm until she gasped in pain.

	"Stop it. You do that again and I really will hurt you. What's
your name."

	"Samantha." she murmured.

	"Samantha what?" Demanded Dan.

	"Just Samantha. Its the name He gave me when He made me young
again."

	"What was your name before that?"

	She was silent for a few seconds. Then she said, "Bridges, Stuart
Bridges."

	Dan's mouth dropped open in shock. "Stuart?"

	"Yeah, it was His idea of fun. It was the only terms he would
give me. You see, I was in my late sixties and dying of cancer. He
appeared yesterday and after proving who he was made the offer. He said
I was probably going to hell anyway when I died, so what did I have to
lose?"

	"And to keep that body you have to keep Simon on his downward
path?"

	"Yeah and he would remove the compulsion to dress and act like a
slut. Don't think I'd be doing this if I had a choice. He offered me a
healthy male body if I delivered you to him as well."

	A shiver ran through Dan, it had never occurred to him that the
Devil would make a play for his soul as well. "You can't trust him! He'll
break his promises as soon as he has what he wants."

	"Maybe, but it's the only chance I have." Samantha was thinking
fast, her master was going to be furious at what she had told Dan. If
she said anymore she might not survive the night. Suddenly she saw a way
to distract Dan, she reached out with her telepathy and touched Maria's
mind. All the time Dan and Samantha had been making frantic love she had
been asleep on the couch behind them. Now however she started to wake.

	Dan twisted round to see Maria start to wake. Samantha was ready
for the distraction and threw Dan off her. She stood, made a complicated
hand gesture and vanished, all before Dan could recover. He stood
dumbfounded for a moment before he realised he was standing naked in
front of his housekeeper. He rushed about grabbing the various pieces of
his and Samantha's clothing. Dan managed to make it out the door and up
the stairs as Maria opened her eyes.

	She looked at the stairs through the door, she could have sworn
she'd seen something move there. Must have been her imagination, why had
she fallen asleep. She'd never done that before, maybe she was coming
down with a virus or something? Thankfully, Mrs Mitchell hadn't caught
her. She got up and resumed cleaning the room. What was that musky smell?
What did it remind her of.....no, it couldn't be THAT.

	Dan stood silently at the top of the stairs, his heart pounding
furiously. Now he had to try and protect himself as well as Simon.

CHAPTER 10

	Simon was an hour late getting back home. He walked carefully
through the front door and smiled at his wife. Dan returned a wintry
smile of his own, "and where have you been?"

	"Car trouble," He replied lamely.

	"I see," Dan said. Obviously not believing him. "You must think
I'm stupid. I can smell the drink from here."

	Simon looked at his wife, she had on a pink silk negligee and a
frothy babydoll night-dress underneath, which seemed a little odd since
it was barely 9 PM. He had stopped off for one drink before heading home
and the next thing he had known it was an hour later.

	"Well, never mind. You're here now." Dan held out his hand. "Lets
go upstairs."

	Simon gave a silent thank you. Alison wasn't bearing a grudge and
she wanted to patch things up between them. He relaxed, took his wife's
hand and followed her up to bed. The room was softly lit, very romantic
thought Simon. He wrapped his arm around his wife's small waist and
pulled her to him.

	As Simon leant over to kiss Dan he turned his face away and
twisted out of his grasp. A small smile flickered across his face as he
did so. "Simon, darling. There's something I want you to do for me
first?"

	What is she up to? "Of course, my sweet. Anything you want."

	Dan walked slowly over to the bed and pulled back the duvet.
Laid out underneath it was an amazing set of lingerie. Black shear
stockings, beneath a tight black basque with red trimming. On the basque
was a long blonde wig and some black high heeled shoes.

	Simon was astounded, Alison had always balked at wearing this
stuff for him before. She had hated dressing up in tarty clothes for him
and after a few attempts to persuade her Simon had given up on the idea.
But it still remained a fantasy of his.

	"What do you think?" asked Dan sweetly.

	"Very nice, do you want me to help you put it on?" 

	"No thanks, these aren't for me. They're for you." Dan watched
the words slowly soak into Simon's alcohol addled brain.

	Finally, realisation struck and he turned to Dan. "You're not
serious." He said quietly.

	"Oh yes I am. We had an agreement, didn't we. I wouldn't post
those photos of you and in return you'd steer clear of women, drink and
gambling. Well, you've been drinking."

	"It was only one drink! I'm still sober!"

	Dan arched an eyebrow, "really? I'm in a generous mood Simon, so
I won't distribute those photos. IF you do as I say. Now strip off and
I'll strap you into your basque."

	Simon's mouth worked silently for a bit, watching his wife
smirking at him. She really had developed a warped sense of humor lately.
He had no doubts she would carry out her threats, perhaps he had taken
her far too much for granted the last few months. Slowly, hesitantly he
started to pull the track suit off.

	He's going along with it! The idea had come to Dan a few hours
back when he was looking through all the lingerie he had bought with
Kate. He had got rather depressed, thinking that this was what he was
expected to wear and how lucky Simon was in his male body. He had decided
on the night-dress to make it easier to convince Simon. His new body could
be stunning if he put his mind to it and he could remember how a sexy
woman would reduce him to a slavering fool in his old body.

	Dan came out of his thoughts to see Simon remove the last stitch
of his clothing. His eyes flicked down the man's body, he was slightly
disturbed by feeling no repulsion to Simon's naked form. He picked up the
basque from the bed and said "raise your arms." He remembered how snugly
it had fitted his body in the shop, it really was going to be tight on
Simon.

	Simon was in a daze, how had he got into this situation. Dan
yanked the basque tight around him and started doing it up. "It's too
small," complained Simon.

	"Nonsense. Anyway, if it wasn't tight enough it wouldn't mould
your body into a more feminine shape." 

	Soon, the basque was done up and Dan led Simon over to the bed.
Simon had a problem reaching down to put his stockings on, so Dan did it
for him. As he rolled the stockings up Simon's legs he couldn't help but
glance at Simon's crotch. His mind flashed back to when under the devil's
hypnotic spell he had had sex with the builder. This was silly, he wasn't
under any spell now and whatever gender his body was his mind was still
male. Even so, he felt a tension growing in his body.

	Dan watched Simon ran his hand down his stocking clad legs. "It
feels good doesn't it?" asked Dan.

	"It's feels odd." said Simon in a non-committal manner. But Dan
could see his cock twitch and grow slightly. Dan was disturbed by his own
reactions and pulled out a pair of matching black panties. He helped
Simon step into them and he pulled them up over his crotch.

	Simon reached behind him and pulled at the panties. "What's up?"
asked Dan.

	"They're stuck up the crack of my ass. I don't like that."

	"They're supposed to, they look awful if you have them all baggy.
Anyway you better get used to them, it's the only type of underwear
you'll wear from now on." Dan went to his dressing table and picked up
some items of make-up.

	"I'm not wearing make-up!" Said Simon hotly.

	"You are," Dan replied with a hint of menace. "Or people will
soon see you in a whole new light."

	Dan set to work on Simon's face. After about ten minutes hard
work he pulled back to examine his work. He was still far from expert at
applying make-up and had put it on too thickly on Simon's face. However
it seemed to achieve the effect Dan was after, very sluttish. Dan was in
a much better mood now. He had started this as a sort of revenge, but he
was enjoying himself now and Simon didn't seem to be resisting nearly as
much as Dan had expected.

	"Don't look in the mirror yet." He told Simon and grabbed the wig
and shoes. The shoes just fitted onto Simon's feet and then Dan arranged
the long, curly blonde wig on his head. "Right, come and meet the new
you."

	Simon looked at his wife, she seemed to be having a great time
and her nipples were clearly erect under the sheer fabric of the
night-dress. He could barely recognise the person in the mirror, it was
clearly a man but the effect of the clothes and the heavy make-up
reminded Simon of prostitutes he had seen and frequented.

	"Now, you are going to wear panties, stockings and a bra every
day from now on, Simone. It should keep out of trouble. You won't be
able to fool around with bimbos from now on and getting drunk could cause
you to reveal your little secret. And don't think about changing out of
them when you get to work, I'll be turning up to check from time to
time."

	Dan felt his nipples rubbing against the fabric of his night-dress
and realised how turned on he was. He stole a glance down at Simon's
panty covered cock and saw it was aroused as well. Simon turned around
and walked awkwardly towards Dan. He reached Dan and wrapped his arms
around her slim waist.

	He looked down at her, being even taller than usual due to the
high heels. She is really turned on, he thought. Simon considered himself
to be fairly open minded, but even he was surprised by the kinky idea his
wife had come up with. Surprised, but very aroused. He was at an
intensity that he hadn't reached with his wife in the better part of a
year. He could see from the flushed face of his wife that she was feeling
exactly the same way.

	Dan's mind was whirling, why was he so turned on? He wasn't under
any spell and he wasn't gay. But his body was reacting as any woman's
does and he was slowly being drawn towards Simon's.

	Simon held one of Dan's hands and guided it to his bulging
crotch. Dan could easily feel Simon's raging hardness straining the
flimsy fabric of the panties. Dan's hand dived inside the panties and
eased Simon's cock free. He was lost again, and he couldn't blame it on
any outside influence this time. All the lust and burning desire was
coming from inside him.

	Simon bent down and kissed Dan passionately. Dan found himself
surrendering to his strong caresses, the taste of his lipstick mingled
erotically with his musky male scent. Dan reached around him and pulled him
closer, his penis pressing into Dan's stomach. Simon's strong hands
lifted up the short skirt of Dan's babydoll night-dress and massaged his
rounded ass through Dan's silky panties. Dan could feel an aching need
growing inside of him, the desire to be possessed and entered by Simon.

	Slowly, Simon pulled down Dan's panties exposing his excited
pussy. Dan couldn't stop Simon and by now didn't want him to. His breasts
were squashed against Simon's chest and he was enclosed in his strong
arms. Dan's hands were frantically grabbing Simon's tight muscular ass and
back. He stopped kissing Simon long enough to whisper in his ear, "I want
you in me, now!"

	Simon gripped Dan even tighter in his embrace. Somehow, Dan knew
instinctively what to do next and lifted his legs off the ground, wrapping
them around Simon's waist. Simon turned and gently laid Dan down on the
bed, before climbing on top of him. The last part of Dan's resistance
screamed at him to get out of there, you're a man, not a woman! Dan swept
the thought away, here he was on his back and a strong man between his
thighs. He could feel his aroused pussy needing Simon's hard length to
make it complete. Of course he was a woman.

	Simon pulled off his panties and raised Dan's night-dress. Dan
reached down and grabbed hold of Simon's twitching hardness. He pulled
the foreskin back and forth a couple of times watching Simon's red face.
Then he ended the torment and guided Simon's cock to the entrance of his
vagina, already slick from his juices.

	In one smooth movement Simon slid full length into Dan. Dan
couldn't help but gasp at the sensation of something immense filling him
up. He half expected the tip of Simon's cock to reach his throat it felt
so big. Simon lowered himself down on to Dan and he was surprised not
only at how heavy he was but at how good it felt. Very slowly Simon
started to withdraw from Dan and then with increasing speed he stroked
back into him. As the delicious friction started to build it was all Dan
could do to remember to breathe. He gave a guttural wanton gasp at each
thrust of Simon's beautiful cock into him, and was matched by deep moans
coming from his lover. He felt one of Simon's hands grip and fondle his
breasts. The fabric of his night-dress rubbing across his excited nipples
as Simon expertly played his body.

	He felt his orgasm build and build to an almost unbearable level
before it crashed down over him. Dan wrapped his arms and legs around
Simon and held on for dear life. This was a far more intense experience
than the ones he'd had with the builder and with Samantha. The afterglow
of the orgasm seemed to last for ever and Dan felt utterly spent, but
Simon wasn't finished yet. He slowed down the rate of his pumping but
didn't stop. With his hand he lightly caressed Dan's heaving breasts, he
leaned over and kissed Dan on the cheek. Dan opened his eyes and looked
into the face of the man who was bringing him to the undreamed of heights
of passion.

	With that they were off again. Simon was rougher now, more
urgent. His own body demanding the release of an orgasm. Dan surrendered
totally to Simon, at that moment he could think of nothing else. No
future, no past. Just the present, there with Simon locked together in
ecstasy.

	Dan felt himself building to another orgasm and he knew Simon
wasn't far from release. Part of him never wanted this to end, he wrapped
his arms around Simon's torso and dug his long fingernails into the tight
fabric of the basque.

	"I'm coming, baby!" Simon said in a strangled shout and Dan felt
his body tense as he started to shoot his cum up to Dan's womb. The
thought of Simon's seed deep within him sent him to his second orgasm,
which was even more violent than before. Fireworks seemed to explode
behind Dan's eyes.

	They collapsed in each others arms panting with the exertion of
their lovemaking. As they gently kissed and caressed each other
afterwoulds Simon whispered in Dan's ear. "That was fantastic, I don't
think we've ever made love so passionately before."

	"You're mine Simon, I'm not about to let you go." At the back of
his mind a part of him was revolted at the act he had just committed.
This time no one had forced him, he had willingly made love to another
man. He consciously decided not to think about it now, he knew he would
regret it tomorrow. But for now he just basked in the afterglow of their
lovemaking.


			Body and Soul part 6
				by
			     Stephanie

CHAPTER 11

	Dan snuggled up under the bed covers and watched the sunrise
through the window. He had the feeling that some critical point had been
passed. Up till now he could kid himself into believing that he was
unchanged inside this body of a ravishing woman. Now he had positive
proof that this was no longer true. He could hear someone in the bathroom
next door washing. It was the sound of his lover from last night.

	He had been in a similar situation less than a week before. Then
his lover had been a voluptuos hispanic girl. But then he had been in his
original male body, a body he missed dearly. Now his lover was a well
muscled man and the night before he and Dan had made passionate love. It
had not been the first time he had had sex in his new female body, but it
was the first time he hadn't been mentally coerced into it. He hadn't
lost control the night before, he had knowingly made love to Simon.

	Dan had expected crossing the gender divide would change him, but
he never expected his sexuality to alter. He still liked women a lot. But
when he watched Simon get up that morning Dan caught himself admiring his
firm body. He had been a woman for just over two days, surely he couldn't
have changed that much?

	Simon would be back soon, time to prepare the next part of his
plan. Dan climbed out of bed and looked at himself in the mirror. His
babydoll nightdress had been pulled off fairly early on the previous
night. He still found it strange to see an erotic woman staring back at
him. Her body was made up of sexy curves and her full breasts were full,
like heavy fruit. Her long black hair was messed up from the night-long
lovemaking. But it only made her look even more sexy. This is me, thought
Dan. I'm no longer a him, I'm a her. He rolled the tenses around in his
mind. No, not a her, not yet anyway.

	He turned to see Simon standing in the doorway, "No need to
check, you're more beautiful than ever."

	"My hair is a mess."

	Simon walked over to Dan. "No, it isn't. It's lovely." He put an
arm around him and ran his hand lightly down Dan's spine. Dan could feel
the now familiar need growing in him. He IS handsome, he thought.

	Slightly reluctantly he pulled away, "you're going to be late for
work. I've get your clothes for you." Dan pulled a smart suit out of
Simon's wardrobe. Simon was surprised, Alison had never done this for him
before. Rather than going to Simon's underwear drawer, Dan started going
through the carrier bag of lingerie.

	"Oh no, you're joking!" He said.

	Dan looked up from his task, brushing a strand of hair out of his
eyes. "No, I'm not. It'll keep you from straying and you like wearing it
anyway."

	"I do not!" Simon declared. "It was you who got me turned on last
night. Not the underwear."

	"Really? Be truthful, you haven't enjoyed sex that much for
years. I'm serious about this, Simone. I do love you, but you'll be after
other women again almost immediately. You can't help it, it's in your
DNA."

	Over the last few days Simon had noticed a change in his wife.
Before she would scream and shout at him when she discovered his latest
affair. But she would never take such a concerted action to stop him from
playing around. In fact they had been drifting apart and he realised now
that they were quite far down the road to divorce. But now she suddenly
seemed to want the marriage to work. But why choose such a bizarre
method? Admittedly, he had had some erotic feelings after been dressed in
her lingerie. He had put it down to the strangeness of the situation.

	Dan held up some underwear. "How about this?" He was holding a
white suspender belt and panties, both covered with lace and frills.

	"Alison...please, you don't need to do this. You have the photos,
they're enough. I won't play around again."

	Dan stood up and started sorting through his stockings for a pair
that went with the lingerie. "Sorry, Simon. I don't quite trust you yet.
We'll see what the situation is like in a couple of weeks."

	A couple of weeks. He could last that long, it was far better
than the photos seeing the light of day. He had been asleep after a heavy
drinking session, but some of those photos made him look like he was
posing. What would people think? He sighed, "alright, for you I'll do
it."

	"Good!" Dan wrapped the suspender belt around Simon's waist
before he could change his mind. Dan showed Simon how to put the white
shear stockings without tearing them. Simon was loathed to admit it, but
they did feel good against his legs. Dan looked up, "You've got quite
nice legs, but they need a shave. We'll do that tonight." Simon knew
better than to complain. Last came the silk panties which fitted snugly
around his crotch. "You see, you do like lingerie. You getting turned on
again!" Dan exclaimed.

	Simon refused to comment and climbed into his shirt and pants. He
looked in the mirror, trying to see any sign that under his normal male
clothes he had panties and suspenders on. He tried to convince himself
that he looked just as he normally did. But he certainly didn't feel the
same. He put on his shoes and socks and was ready to face the day.

	Before he left Dan gave him one final warning. "I'll be along to
check on you today, and you had better be wearing your undies. Or there
will be trouble." He said it with a humorous tone of voice, but Simon had
no doubt he meant it.

	Wearing only a pink bathrobe Dan kissed Simon goodbye. After he
had gone Dan headed upstairs again. Why had he altered so much so
quickly? He had Alison's body and to some extent mind. His soul was the
only part of him left from his previous life. Perhaps it was adapting him
to his new existence. He still seemed to have all the old feelings and
opinions. But on top of that was a new feminine perspective, he was still
himself though.

	He locked the bathroom door and dropped the bathrobe. He
examined himself in the mirror. Dan noticed some stubble under his
armpits. He found a ladyshaver plugged into the wall and for the first
time in three days he had a shave. Afterwoulds he ran a nice hot bath
and climbed in. Now he had to plan his next step, the feminine underwear
wouldn't hold Simon for long. Out there somewhere was the devil and his
servant, Samantha. What were they planning now?

CHAPTER 12

	Samantha shivered slightly as she stood on the sidewalk. It was a
bright if slightly cold morning. Her small skirt and skimpy top afforded
her virtually no protection against the elements. The street was empty
except for one man hurrying past on his way to work. "You lookin' for
some action, Honey?" She called out as he went by her.

	He ignored her and went on his way. Samantha was glad no one had
taken up her offers so far. She had little choice in her actions, this
was her punishment for messing up the job with Dan and Simon. Her
instructions had been to have sex with Dan until Simon came home. The
shock of seeing his wife with someone else, even another woman, would
probably have finished off the marriage. At least, it would have put it
under severe strain. Simon liked to play around but he would have been
very angry if he found his wife doing the same. But things had not gone
according to plan and Samantha ended up losing control during the
loveplay. Dan had gained the upper hand and had got some information out
of her before she could get out of there.

	Her master had displayed surprisingly little anger, but he had
decided she should pay for her mistakes. So here she was now, mentally
coerced into playing the role of a hooker. Fortunately early morning
seemed to be a bad time for business and no one had picked her up
despite her obvious charms.

	"A bit early for you to be working, isn't it?" Said a voice
behind her.

	Samantha turned to see a police car pulled up to the kerb. "Ah,
hello officer. Can I help you?"

	One of the policeman climbed out of the car, "we've had a few
complaints from the residents about you." Samantha wasn't surprised, the
area He had her working was fairly well off. "If you move on we'll leave
it at that, okay? I can't be bothered to run you in."

	Samantha would have been more than happy to obey, if she had been
able to. But her master's will made her walk over to the cop. "My legs
are very tired from standing here. Could you give me a lift? I'll make it
worth your while." She was pleading silently that he would turn her down.
But she saw the glint in his eyes and knew he would accept.

	He opened the back door of his cab and Samantha climbed in. The
other cop was fairly young, probably not long on the streets. The first
cop climbed back into the driving seat. "You're in luck kid, she's going
to make a man of you. After I've had my go of course."

	Samantha wanted to scream and leap out of the car. But all she
could do was sit there and smile seductively.

	From the back of a nearby limousine the tall figure watched the
patrol car pull away. He had expected more of his servant, the quality of
hired help wasn't what it once was. He was devoting more time to this
than was really neccesary. But it was this sort of job that interested
him. The souls that were on the edge, that could go either way. These
were the ones he worked with. Murderers and rapists went to hell with
little or no help from him, they made their own way evil path downwards.
The interest for him was in getting souls that would otherwise would
have been saved. He had one already, Stuart Bridges or Samantha as she
now was. She had believed his story that she was already damned and had
agreed to serve him. When she brought Simon to him she would be damning
herself for real in the process.

	There was one fly in the ointment. Daniel Sandford. He was far
more resiliant than could be suspected. Every attempt to get him to
abandon Simon seemed only to strengthen his resolve to save him. Perhaps
it was time to take a personal hand in the matter. This was a risky path,
the agreement between Heaven and Hell forbade direct involvement in
Earth. But it was clear Samantha was not the tool he had hoped for and he
couldn't waste any more resources on this project. Maybe it was time to
put away the carrot and use the stick.

	The police car had stopped some blocks away in a quiet alley and
the two men were turning there attention to Samantha. He reclined in his
seat and enjoyed her fear.

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

	Linda thought her boss was slightly subdued as he arrived that
morning. Simon greeted his secretary and then went into his office and
shut the door. She suspected he was still mad at the way she had reacted
the previous day when she saw him in panties and suspenders. He had come
up with some lame excuse that his wife must have done it while he was
drunk. It had been an odd story and she hadn't been any good at hiding
her disbelief.

	Inside the office Simon relaxed in his chair. The feminine
underwear felt odd to say the least. The panties were far softer and
silkier than he was use to but it was the stockings which felt the
strangest. He was far more aware of his legs, he heard a swishing sound
everytime the thin fabric brushed against his pants. It wasn't
uncomfortable, he realised. He was just afraid of what would happen if he
was caught a second time in female underwear. He had enjoyed the session
with his wife the previous night, part of that had been wearing the
strange clothes. Why the hell do they feel good on me? Am I turning gay?

	He was tempted to take them off now, but his wife was in a very
strange mood of late and could carry out her threat. He shifted in his
seat and the feeling of the slippery silk against his cock caused him to
grow erect. Simon dropped a hand between his legs and rubbed himself
through his pants. I'm not going to get any work done today, he thought.

CHAPTER 13

	The car scraped the road as it landed fairly heavily and then
continued speeding into town. Dan was cursing it with every swear word in
his extensive vocabulary. His old car would have been there by now. He
had his foot to the floor in this pink joke of a car but couldn't get
anything like a decent speed out of it.

	"CAREFUL!!" Shouted the man in the passenger seat next to him as
they barely cleared a tree going round a corner.

	"I know what I'm doing, alright! I can drive." Dan shot back.

	"I just don't want to pick you out of a second car wreck."

	"Don't worry, I haven't been drinking this time." This didn't
seem to reassure Jothan much, but he kept quiet except to guide Dan.

	After his bath that morning, he had decided to wear a fairly
revealing short white dress. Some light make-up and he was ready. He
looked at himself in the mirror. For the first time, he had gone for
something that had emphasised his femininity rather than hiding it. He
still wasn't sure if he wanted to reveal that much cleavage, but he could
always change before going out.

	"You seem to be settling in well." Came a voice from the doorway.

	Dan spun around in shock to see a familiar face. "Jothan?" It was
the angel that had removed his soul after his car accident. "What are you
doing here."

	"Well, I shouldn't actually be here. There are rules against
direct contact with the living. I can't interfere, but you can."

	"What's wrong?" Dan asked.

	"Samantha is paying the price for failing The Dark One. I want
you to help her."

	"Help her! Are you mad? You know what she tried to do!"

	"She was dying, in great pain. She had done enough good in her
life to go up when she passed on. In this time of weakness He approached
her with an offer. In her pain it seemed like her only chance. But now
she regrets what she has done and wants to get away from the evil one.
She can't do that on her own."

	Dan was half tempted to tell Jothan where to go. But he knew his
conscience wouldn't let him. "Okay. Where is she?"

	"I'll guide you, come on."

	Now they were speeding into town. Jothan seemed to dislike the
silence. "So...how are you doing?"

	"Okay, I guess." He thought for a minute. "Uh...I do have a
question."

	"Sure. Ask me anything."

	"When I first arrived in this body I was solidly hetrosexual. I
mean I liked women. But recently...I've noticed some attraction to men."
He was blushing now, but this would be the only chance to ask someone.

	"It could be due to a lot of things, the female hormones in your
body. The brain you are using is female and there are slight differences
between that and your old male one. Your soul is aclimitising to your new
body, your behavioural patterns won't be rewritten but it will adapt to
its new host. Of course, every human is in someway bisexual and maybe
that side of you is emerging now." He looked at the angry look on Dan's
face. "But I doubt that's the case with you." He added. "But don't worry,
these changes won't overwhelm you. You have the strength of personality
to overcome them. If you want to. Turn right here."

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

	The younger cop stroked Samantha's aroused nipples. She gasped in
pleasure and arched her back to meet his caresses. In her mind she tried
to gather her mental forces to break away. So far, she had only sucked
off the older cop. She was glad he was more into that than intercourse.
However, the younger one was obviously about to mount her. Being a woman
could be fun, if she was in control, just to see what it was like. But
she could end up being a whore for life and she didn't trust her master
at all.

	The older cop went back to the front seat to recover while the
younger one climbed on top of her. She felt her tight skirt being hitched
up. This isn't happening! She cried to herself while her voice begged
him to fuck her. The cop unzipped himself and pulled his hard cock free.
"Ready or not, here I come baby." He said.

	Samantha stared up into his learing face as he suddenly shot
backwards out of the car door. "Come on, run for it!" Yelled a woman's
voice. In one tremendous effort Samantha regained control of her body and
climbed over the dazed policeman. Dan had grabbed his heels and yanked
him out into the street.

	What the hell was Dan up to? Why was he helping her? Dan gestured
to her and then started running round the corner. The older cop struggled
out of the car trying to do his belt up. He saw the blond hooker follow
the black haired woman round the corner. He sighed and helped the younger
cop up. The younger man staggered to his feet and said "Hurry up, we can
still get them!"

	The older cop shook his head wearily, "What sort of story do you
think they'll tell if we do arrest them. Just let it go."

	Samantha ran to Dan's car, holding her breasts as she did so. She
didn't have a bra on and this body was not designed with running in mind.
She barely made it inside before Dan gunned the engine and raced down the
street and away. "Why?" He asked Dan.

	"A friend asked me to. I might dislike what you've done, but no
one deserves that. Your boss did it to me."

	"Yeah, I know. I regret ever listening to him, but what can I do
about it now?"

	"Get away from him." Dan said simply.

	"How? he can be anywhere he wants to."

	"I asked the same thing of my friend. There is one place he can't
go. Heaven." He pulled into the road near a church. "It's only been here
a year or so apparently. But a church is a church. Come on." 

	As they walked into the building Dan said. "It's a little like
embassies, they are treated as part of the home territory of whoever runs
the place. Each church is in essence a part of Heaven. You'll be safe
here."

	"But I can't stay here for the rest of my life. He owns my soul
anyway, so he'll win in the end."

	"Not neccesarily, you tell her Jothan." Dan said to thin air.

	Samantha looked around her convinced Dan had cracked under the
strain. In a small shower of light a young looking man appeared in front
of her. She leapt back behind Dan.

	"It's okay. I'm a friend," he said with a friendly smile.

	"He's one of the good guys." Dan said

	"Your deal with the evil one was to bring Simon to him," Jothan
explained. "If you had succeeded, then your soul would have been tipped
towards evil. At the moment you have done just enough good acts in your
life to go up when you die."

	Samantha couldn't decide whether to trust him or not, the last
few months had been without hope for her. When the Devil had freed her
from her physical agony just to replace it with mental torture she had
almost resigned herself to damnation. Now, at last, she felt hope.

	Dan turned to her, "I know better than anyone what you've been
through. I can't promise anything, but I'll do all I can."

	Samantha felt tears in her eyes, after all she had done to Dan
he had still wanted to help her. On an impulse the two hugged. If either
of them noticed the feminine gesture they pretended not to.

	"Jothan will help you settle in. I'll be back when I can."

	Samantha nodded and Dan hurried outside. By the church boundary
stood a tall man with sunglasses and an ornate walking stick. Dan walked
as near as he dared to him.

	"Where is she?" The man demanded in his clipped english tones.

	"Don't you know?"

	"Bring her to me." Dan could feel the command sapping at his
will.

	He shook his head. "NO! You won't do that to me again! You want
her, you go in there and get her yourself!"

	The tall man was silent for several moments. "It is of no matter.
In time, she will return to me. You cannot win, Simon will be mine." He
turned and strode to a limousine which Dan hadn't noticed before. He slid
inside it and it drove silently down the street.

	Dan breathed out slowly, how was he going to stop him? He walked
wareily to his own car and drove down to Simon's fitness center. He had
just pissed off the most powerful evil creature in all creation, how
could he protect Simon?

	Simon looked up suprised when Dan strolled in. Dan saw Simon's
eyes widen in appreciation of his alluring outfit. "Don't worry Alison.
I haven't taken them off."

	Dan smiled, "good. They're much better than your scratchy shorts
aren't they?"

	Simon's face reddened a bit. "They feel...different. So are you
here just to check up on me?"

	"No, I am here to help you." He walked over to the desk and
started to help Simon with his paperwork. Simon was initially nervous
about his wife's appearence, convinced she was up to something.

	Soon however he calmed down and they moved closer together as
Simon explained the operations of the centers in detail to Dan. As Dan
leaned over the desk Simon put his arm around him. Dan found it
comforting and not a little erotic.

	As the day passed Dan kept watch for anything out of the
ordenairy, but nothing happened. He was sure that he had angered the tall
man so much he would have been back for retribution. Maybe he had decided
to cut his losses. Dan desparetly wanted to believe that, but it seemed
highly unlikely. Before they headed home Dan suggested they go to a
restaurant. Simon agreed enthusiacticly and they went to a fairly
upmarket place.

	Dan could understand what Alison had seen in Simon. He was an
excellant conversationalist and was genuinly witty. Perhaps I haven't
seen him in the best light, thought Dan. Throughout their meal Simon and
Dan made thinly veiled allusions about what they'd do with each other
when they got home. Dan felt himself becoming aroused by their talk. He
wanted Simon to fill him up, to bring him to the height of ecstacy. He 
genuinly desired Simon. It still felt very strange to have a pussy
instead of a cock, but Dan was at last comfortable with the idea of his
new life.

	And he wanted to share it with Simon. On his terms of course.

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

	"I can't do that! It's highly illegal!"

	"But you WILL do it. Because I command it."

	"I'll be found out! I'll lose my job!"

	"A job I gave you. A job I can take away if you disobey me. I own
you."

	"I s-suppose I can do it. If I'm very careful, but why do you
want me to close them down?"

	"Never you mind. Just find a reason to shut those fitness centers
down!"


		       TG: Body and Soul (7/8)

	Here is the almost certaintly penultimate episode of Body and
Soul. I'll tell you what my plans are for my next story just before part
8. As always I'd love to hear any comments you might have.
	This story must not be viewed by anyone under the age of 18.

			Body and Soul part 7
				by
			     Stephanie

CHAPTER 14

	"You've got the hang of it. Not much different from shaving your
face, is it?"

	"I suppose so," said Simon. "It still feels really weird to be
doing this." Carefully, he finished shaving his legs and then wiped them
dry.

	"You've got really nice legs, very shapely." Complemented Dan.
"I've picked out a nice dress that should fit you."

	"A dress?"

	"Yeah, come on. It's just us and we both enjoy it."

	Neither of them had mentioned the photographs all evening and
Simon couldn't deny he found the idea kinky. He was still in a state of
constant amazement at his wife, who had never shown any sign of thinking
things like this till a few days before.

	Simon rose stiffly to his feet. The corset helped him attain a
more feminine figure, but it really restricted his movement. He found
that he could only take shallow breaths, his wife had been amused when he
had been turned on by the tightness of the corset.

	Dan took Simon's hand and led him back to the bedroom. A part of
Dan was a bit dubious about the path he was leading Simon down. But in
general he had decided that if he now had to wear women's clothes so
should Simon. Dan hadn't encountered as much resistance as he had
expected and Simon was only putting up token objections. In some way Dan
considered Simon to be female when he was dressed in female clothes.
Despite the muscular frame, he was far less threatening to Dan. Dan could
pretend that Simon was a woman and that made making love to him
acceptable. And he was cute in a black corset.

	Dan helped Simon into the dress, it was a loose dark blue
creation. The hem came to just above Simon's stockinged knees. It just
fitted him. He was unable to connect the figure in the mirror with
himself. He was tall for a woman, but the corset had made his body take
on a surprisingly feminine outline. His bust was generous, carefully
padded out with cotton wool by Dan.

	And on top of it all was his head. Even the make up that Dan had
liberally applied did little to disguise his gender and identity.

	Dan saw where Simon was looking. "I'll get you a good wig soon,
then you'll be absolutely beautiful."

	Simon turned back and was about to remove his outfit when he saw
the look on Dan's face. It was one of undisguised lust. Dan shrugged off
his dressing gown and stood naked in front of Simon. He stepped closer
and wrapped his arms around Simon's corseted frame. "I want to fuck you
so badly, Simone." Dan whispered.

	Simon was lost by now and had his own arms around Dan, caressing
his back down to his soft ass. Dan reached up, yearning for a kiss that
Simon was happy to give. Slowly they manoeuvred themselves to the bed
stroking each other as they went. Simon was about to lower Dan to the bed
when he felt him resist. "You first, Simone." He said.

	Simon climbed onto the bed, carefully arranging his skirts. Dan
joined him almost immediately and quickly rolled on top of him. The first
time he had willingly made love as a woman he had submitted to Simon's
control utterly. Now, Dan was determined to show Simon how erotic that
sensation could be. He ran his hands in strong caresses over Simon's
body. Dan kissed him strongly, pushing his tongue deep into Simon's
mouth.

	Simon wrapped his arms around Dan. One hand rubbing Dan's back,
the other sliding over his ass and between his legs to touch his aroused
pussy. Dan jumped as Simon's fingers slid partly into his slippery
vagina. Dan felt an intense need to be filled up at that point, but
fought it down. He pushed Simon's hands away, "Just relax. I'll do all
the work."

	Dan slid down a bit and ran his hand up underneath Simon's dress.
He quickly found Simon's erection straining the skimpy lace panties to
the limit. Dan pulled Simon's panties down just enough to allow his cock
to spring free.

	Simon closed his eyes and luxuriated in the feeling of his wife
gently rubbing his cock. He felt the dress being lifted to expose his
erection. He felt his legs being forced apart by his wife's knees, he
realised Alison wanted him to spread his legs like a woman. 

	Dan had to spread his own legs slightly to get Simon's cock into
his pussy. But the important thing was that Simon was in the classic
female missionary position. Dan positioned himself and very slowly sank
onto Simon's hard length. His cock glided smoothly into Dan like a hot
knife into butter.

	Their pelvises met and Dan luxuriated in the sensation of being
completely filled by his lover. It felt so good, so right. He put a hand
on one of Simon's cotton filled breasts and massaged it as if it was the
real thing. Then he pulled back and slowly started to thrust against
Simon.

	For Simon it felt so different than usual. Normally with him and
Alison she was content to let him take the dominant role, dictating the
pace and content of their lovemaking. This new Alison seemed determined
to take the lead in everything. Simon had put this down to Dan trying to
revitalise their marriage. He decided with a smile that it was working.
Alison's thrusting was still excruciatingly slow, Simon could hear her
emit little gasps of pleasure each time she sank down on his cock. She
might be enjoying herself, but the tension in Simon was unbearable. When
was she going to think of what he wanted?

	He needed a way to speed Alison up. She wouldn't let him use his
hands so that left his legs. Of course, he realised with a smile, that
was it. Simon wrapped his legs around Alison's slim waist and pulled her
down harder and faster with each thrust.

	Dan felt the strong legs wrap themselves around him. He had
wondered how long it would take for Simon to think of that. Now it almost
felt like old times. He was between the legs of his lover, he remembered
how it felt to plunge a hard cock into the warm wetness of a pussy. Now
the pussy was his.

	He was quickly building to a climax and he moved quicker. Then
the orgasm hit him again, rushing through his entire body. Every
sensation he felt only heightened his passion. As a man his orgasms were
centered around his cock, but as a woman he came with his whole body.

	Simon was close to orgasm and couldn't wait any longer. He rolled
both of them over to the other side of the bed so he was now on top. He
quickly re-established the rhythm. Dan luxuriated in the warm afterglow
of his orgasm as Simon pounded into him. He could even feel himself
building to another orgasm. Simon reached his orgasm slightly before Dan
and with a loud moan he pumped his cum up towards Dan's womb. As he felt
Simon climaxing Dan had another orgasm of his own. He wrapped his arms
around Simon and nearly shrieked his delight as ecstasy wracked his body.

	As they lay together in each others arms Dan had a little worried
thought about contraception. In the few days since becoming a woman he
had made love three times with two different men. He was going to have a
difficult time as it was learning how to be a woman and a wife without
the added problem of pregnancy. In future he was going to have to make
sure Simon used the condoms that Alison's memory told him were in a
bedside cupboard.

	The image of a condom covered cock gave Dan an idea. He had never
done anything like it before, but it seemed like fun. He started turning
round in bed.

	"Where are you going?" Asked Simon.

	"Not far." Dan replied cryptically. He kneeled on the bed turned
around and laid down again. His feet were now right next to Simon's face.
Dan pulled up the hem of the dress, it was going to need a good wash and
even then it might be ruined. Never mind, it was worth it. Dan pulled the
panties down and off Simon's silky smooth legs before returning his
attention to his crotch. He gave a sly seductive glance to Simon before
setting himself to the task of reviving Dan's member.

	Hesitantly, Dan took the semi-erect cock into his mouth and
gently sucked it. He could taste the salty taste of Simon's cum mixed in
with his own juices as he did so. It quickly responded to his
inexperienced attentions. Dan was surprised by how quickly it grew and
how big it got. He had never been this close to a man's cock before.

	Gently he pulled the foreskin back and ran his tongue over the
head of Simon's penis. He knew from his own experiences how sensitive the
head was and he was rewarded by an intake of breath from Simon. He
started to move his head up and down the thick stalk, licking the head
with every other pass. As he sucked Simon's cock he felt himself becoming
aroused again. He marvelled at his new body, two orgasms and still it
wanted more.

	Dan felt hands grasp his wide hips and then something wet and
warm ran up the lips of his pussy. Simon was returning the favor. Dan
gave a muffled gasp as Simon reached his clitoris. Faster and faster
they rode each other until Simon tensed and pulsed semen into Dan's
mouth. Dan swallowed it almost without thinking. It's salty taste only
seemed to turn him on more. After his orgasm Simon returned to Dan's
excited pussy. Dan was bucking his hips as Simon licked and nipped him to
a third orgasm.

	Afterwoulds as they drifted off to sleep in each others arms, Dan
thought that life as a woman could be fun after all. A future with Simon
didn't seem so impossible now and the thought of bearing children at some
point gave Dan a not unpleasant sensation.

CHAPTER 15

	The first sight that greeted Simon's eyes as he woke was his
wife's sleeping face. He spent several minutes gazing at her. It had been
far too long since he had last spent time admiring her. He would be a
fool to lose her, he realised. Deep inside he knew he had to stop
gambling and womanising or he would lose her. Despite all he had done he
knew he couldn't live without her.

	Carefully, so as not to wake her, he slid out of bed. He still
had on the corset from the previous night. As he removed it he remembered
how much fun he'd had in drag the night before. Where had Alison got an
idea like that from? He looked back at her, still asleep on the bed. The
cover of the bed had slipped down exposing one perfect breast tipped with
a prominent rose red nipple. He opened one of the drawers and was putting
on a pair of boxer shorts when he heard a voice from the bed.

	"Naughty boy," said Dan. "You've got the wrong underwear on."

	Simon almost jumped out of his skin. He wondered when Alison had
woken up. "Okay, okay. If you insist." He hunted through Alison's
underwear and came up with a red silk stocking and panties set. "How
about these?"

	"Very slutty. I think they'd suit you." Dan replied with a smile.

	Simon wasn't sure how to take that comment and concentrated on
getting the stockings on without snagging them instead. He was still
fairly worried about wearing them in public. But they did feel nice and
the crossdressing really seemed to turn her on.

	Dan watched as his male lover put on the bright red panties and
stockings. If someone had told him a week ago he would be in this
situation Dan would have punched them. Now, it didn't seem to bad. He
knew his mental outlook had changed drastically since becoming a woman. But
he really didn't care anymore. "I'll buy you a wig today and you'll spend
the weekend as MY wife."

	Simon felt he should put up some protest, he was a man and
shouldn't be interested in that sort of thing. But it had been a long
time since he and his wife had indulged in role-play. "Well, we'll see."

	"I'll have my way." Dan replied with a sly smile. "You know you
can't resist me."

	Simon came over to Dan and they shared a long loving kiss.

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

	As Simon drove to the fitness center he realised he was in a very
good mood. He hadn't noticed how depressed he had been for months until
that day. Now everything was okay, if a little odd. He shifted in his
seat and felt The straps of the suspender against his legs.

	He had a feeling of unease when he pulled into the center's car
park. There were several vehicles in the visitor spots with Californian
state markings on them.

	Reception was in chaos. Most of the staff had been herded over
to one side and a barrier had been erected to stop people entering the
complex. "What the hell is going on!"

	A small man in an suit appeared next to him. "Mr Mitchell?" He
asked.

	"Yes. What is going on?"

	"I'm from the sanitation department, we're in the middle of
conducting a spot check on your facility."

	Simon exploded, "WHAT!! Do you have to shut the place down while
you're doing it?"

	"I must inform you that the water system here is in a dreadful
state. Preliminary tests show that it isn't up to the minimum level. I
have ordered a full inspection of all your centers which will probably
take several weeks. Until they are complete, all your facilities must
close."

	Simon's jaw had dropped open. He was being set up, he knew for a
fact that the water system had just been given a clean bill of health
from a very reputable company. Someone was doing this deliberately, he had
no doubt that 'something' would be found. Even if he could afford the
inevitably harsh fines without going bankrupt his reputation would be
finished.

CHAPTER 16

	He raised the glass unsteadily to his lips and wondered how his
life could have turned to shit. His business was effectively finished,
the fines would break him. Simon noticed his glass was empty again, he
couldn't even remember drinking it. He staggered over to the bar and
bought a double whiskey.

	He had spent most of the morning checking the center. Someone had
let rats loose in the basement. The sanitation officials were very
displeased by what they saw as an unchecked vermin problem. After that he
had sent the staff home and retreated to the nearest bar.

	He stumbled on his way back to his seat and only avoided spilling
his drink when he was steadied by a tall man. "Thanks," he said in a
slurred voice to the man.

	"Not at all," the man replied in a surprisingly cultured English
accent. "Are you sure you are all right?" He asked.

	"No, I'm not. I've just lost everything." he proceeded to spill
his entire story to the man he couldn't even see properly.

	The man seemed perfectly content to listen to the rambling story 
and he didn't move or speak until Simon had finished.

	The man shook his head sadly. "You seemed to have hit a really
bad patch of bad luck. However, I can help you."

	"How, can you just wave your hand and make all the fines
disappear?"

	"In a way, yes."

	Simon laughed out loud. When he had recovered enough to look at
the man again he saw no amusement on the man's face. "You're serious
aren't you?"

	"I very rarely make jokes."

	"What do you want?" Simon was half convinced the man was some
kind of underworld boss looking to take over his centers.

	"Your soul."

	Simon looked at him and then laughed again. "You had me going
there for a minute."

	"I am serious." He picked up an empty bottle and held it above
the table. He took his hand away and the bottle just sat there floating
in mid air.

	Simon reached up and touched the bottle. It seemed to be real. He
ran his hands around it trying to find the device that was keeping it a
foot above the table. Nothing. He couldn't get it to move at all. By now
Simon was stone cold sober, he stood up and pulled the bottle with all
his strength but still it didn't budge. "It's some sort of trick. It has
to be."

	The man simply reached up and touched the bottle and it started
to writhe. Simon let go of it and watched as it slowly dropped to the
table melting as it went. When it reached the table it turned into a
miniature green dragon. Seemingly made of glass it could and did move
about. Simon reached down and ran a finger down its back, definitely
still made of glass, he thought. How can it move?

	The dragon didn't like the attention and turned around and
breathed fire at Simon's finger. "OWW!" He put his singed finger in his
mouth. He looked at the man on the opposite side of the table. "Who are
you?" Asked Simon after removing his finger.

	"I have many names. I prefer Lucifer."

	"The Devil? That's not possible. You don't exist." Simon's protest
seemed weak even to him. He hadn't drunk enough to start seeing miniature
dragons yet there it was. It was presently helping itself to the contents
of the ashtray. "What are you offering?"

	"Guaranteed good health for life and more money than you'll ever
need. In return I get your soul upon your death."

	Simon thought about it. All his life he had wanted to be rich and
in the last couple of years he had managed it. He couldn't bare to lose
it all. But if the devil existed then so did God. Could he really trade
fifty years of pleasure for an eternity in hell?

	The devil could see the uncertainty in Simon's eyes. He was
losing. Simon was nowhere near desperate enough to take his offer. But he
knew he had to move now before Dan Sandford consolidated his hold on him.

	Simon shook his head. "Look, thanks for the offer and everything,
but no deal."

	Before Lucifer could reply the door to the bar crashed open and a
figure ran in. "Oh hell. It's my wife." said Simon.

	She didn't seem angry, just very concerned. "Simon, thank God I
found you. I heard what happened at the center. I..." She stopped as she
saw the figure seated across from Simon. "You stay away from Simon. You
hear me!"

	"I was just enjoying a drink with your husband." Behind his
benign smile his mind was working. He could turn this to his advantage.

	Simon frowned. "Wait a minute, Alison. You've met this man
before?"

	"Yeah, if I told you who he was you wouldn't believe me. Just
take my word for it, he's trouble. Now, come on. Let's get out of here!"

	Simon said. "He's the devil. He told me." He watched Alison's
face drop in horror. "You knew who he was, didn't you Alison?"

	"N-no." Dan replied, failing to sound convincing.

	"Do you know how she knows who I am?" Said the devil suddenly.
"I'll tell you. Several days ago your wife died. A brain haemorrhage, I
believe."

	Dan took Simon's hand and tried to pull him away. "He's lying.
COME ON!"

	But Simon stopped and looked at the devil. "What are you talking
about?"

	The devil tickled the miniature dragon and then said. "Heaven knew
she would die, but they did nothing to save her. But they decided to
trick you by placing another soul in your wife's body."

	"Nooo." Moaned Simon quietly. But his mind was slotting the
pieces of the puzzle together. It explained why Alison had suddenly
started acting so oddly. Why she had gone from totally disinterested in
saving their marriage to desperate. She was still tugging at his arm,
urging him to leave with her now. "If this isn't my wife who is she?"

	"Observe." Said the Devil and gestured at Dan. Dan felt nothing
but a glowing ball was appearing above his head. In it the distinct image
of a man's face appeared. Dan's old face.

	Simon was visibly rocked. A man?!

	Dan tugged on Simon's arm again cursing his body for having a
fraction of the strength of his old one. "He's lying. Please! get away
from him!"

	Without warning Simon whirled around and gripped Dan's shoulders
in his powerful hands. "Who the hell are you?!!" He yelled in Dan's
frightened face.


		       TG: Body and Soul (8/8)

	Here is the final part of Body and Soul. Within the next week
I'll be reposting DNA which will be followed by DNA II. Absolutely no
idea how long it will be, however long it takes to tell the story I
guess. Beyond that I have an idea which guest stars Yul Brynner, but
that is still several months away.
	As always, I would like to know what you think of my stories and
any suggestions or comments you have are welcome.

	This story has an adult content and must not be viewed if you
are under 18.

			Body and Soul part 8
				by
			     Stephanie

CHAPTER 17

	Dan could do no more than stand rigid with shock, Simon's fingers
digging into his shoulders.

	Simon's face was one of horror and disbelief, he had just been
told by a man who claimed to be the devil himself that his wife was dead
and a stranger was inhabiting her body. The whole idea was utterly
ridiculous of course. But somehow, the strange Englishman was totally
believable. The thing that most convinced him there may be some truth in
the madness was his wife's reaction.

	She had known who the man was and her denials had been
unconvincing. And her behavior the last few days had been odd, as if she
wasn't herself. "Who are you!!" He demanded again. "Is it true?"

	Dan was torn. Should he deny everything or come clean? "He's
lying! He IS the devil, remember."

	Dan could see the uncertaincy in Simon's eyes. The Devil had not
convinced Simon what he was saying was true. But he had done more than
enough to shake the foundations of Simon's world.

	The Devil saw the uncertaincy in Simon's' face. One little push
should do it. "Changing people's shapes is easy, Simon. I do it every
day. Observe." He made a slow gesture at Simon with his hand.

	Immediately Simon felt himself shrinking, and his chest growing!
He released Simon and pressed his hands to his shirt. There was no
mistake, he was now the distressed owner of a large pair of breasts. "How
is this possible?" He said and immediately noticed how much higher his
voice was.

	"I'm just showing you how easy it was to replace your wife. You
have gone from a tall muscular man to a teenage bimbo. You are now female
in all respects." Simon grabbed at his crotch and confirmed what the tall
man was saying. His cock was gone! Replaced by a pussy, he was a woman!

	"However, you don't want to be a woman. You want your wife back,
mentally as well as physically." Simon felt himself returning to his male
self.

	Simon backed away from Dan and the the devil. "I need time to
think." He mumbled and then he was gone.

	Dan watched him flee out of the bar door with a feeling of
hopelessness. He had spent the last several days convincing himself that
life as Simon's wife wouldn't be so bad, and now Simon was running away
from him. He turned back to the tall man still seated at the table. A
small dragon seemingly made out of fluid green glass was running around
the table. The man reached out and slammed his hand down on top of it
spraying broken glass across the table.

	He looked up at Dan and smiled, "I win."

	Dan could think of nothing to say and turned and stalked out of
the bar. He could feel tears welling up in him, but he utterly refused to
show any weakness in front of the Devil.

	In the car park outside the bar Simon's car was long gone. Dan
climbed into his own car and sat staring ahead for several minutes. The
feelings of helplessness building in him, until he thumped the steering
wheel in frustration and could hold back the tears no longer. It was
several minutes before he could gain control of himself. In some ways it
was fairly cathartic and he felt a little better.

	He checked his face in the mirror and saw the smeared makeup.
He cleared up the worst excesses and tried to work out what to do next.
Absolutely nothing came to mind. All his plans had been blown completely
out of the water.

	Dan started the car and pulled out into the street. He needed to
talk to someone, he realised. The only person who he could talk to was in
a modern church across town.

	Samantha was cleaning the pews when Dan entered. "Hi Dan, how's
it going?"

	"What are you doing?"

	"I offered to help after all the trouble the reverend here has
gone through in finding a room I can stay in. Anyway, I hate sitting
around doing nothing and this place doesn't even have a television."

	Dan slumped down in a pew and looked down at his breasts almost
pushing their way out the top of his expensive black dress. He had worn
it to please Simon, all gone to waste now. "To tell you the truth
everything just fell apart." Dan told Samantha of the encounter in the
bar.

	Samantha put her arm around Dan who was obviously very depressed.
"What are you going to do now?"

	"I haven't a clue, Samantha. That bastard has taken away the
fitness centers and his wife from Simon. He seems confident he has won
Simon's soul and I think he's right."

	"There must be something you can do. He'll probably go off and
drink himself stupid. But he'll come back, you can reassure him them. I'm
sure he'll listen to you."

	Dan sighed. "But he will never truly trust me again. At the back
of his mind will always be the thought that I'm not who I say I am. I'll
have to tell him."

	Samantha leaned back. "You do that and he'll run a mile. He won't
be able to deal with his wife being a man."

	A weak laugh escaped from Dan. "I'm not much of a man anymore, I
can't believe how much I've fallen for Simon. I like him a lot."

	"Have you two...made love? Willingly I mean."

	Dan was lost for words and his cheeks felt hot with embarrassment.

	Samantha gave a sly smile and whispered in Dan's ear. "You have,
haven't you."

	"Yeah, okay I have. So what."

	"No need to get uptight about it. We're all girls here, you can
tell me."

	"Well, okay. A couple of times. Why do you want to know?"

	"What's it like? Is it very different?"

	"You mean you haven't done it...as a woman I mean."

	"Nope, the closest I got to doing it was in the back of the
police car before you rescued me. Well is it the same?"

	Dan struggled to find words to describe it. "It's more of an all
over feeling. You climax with your whole body not just your cock." He
broke off, blushing again.

	They sat in silence for awhile. Both wondering about their
futures. Dan trying to think of a way to save Simon and Samantha wondered
if she would spend the rest of her life hiding in churches.

	"The only thing that will truly comfort Simon would be to talk
with his real wife." Dan said suddenly.

	"Yeah? One small problem, Dan. She's gone to join the choir
invisible. She has ceased to be, She is an ex-wife. In other words she
is enjoying a happy afterlife in heaven where we can't reach her."

	"There may be a way me and Simon can reach her."

	"You can't take a daytrip to Heaven!"

	"If I have a guide I will. We have to think of a way to get
Jothan here."

	"Oh good grief. Try telepathy, maybe he'll hear you." Samantha
remarked sarcastically.

	Dan closed his eyes and concentrated. Samantha looked on saying,
"that was a joke, you know."

	Several seconds passed before Dan opened his eyes. "Maybe, but it
worked."

	Samantha turned to see where Dan was looking and saw the familiar
figure of Jothan slowly appear by a pillar. "Dan, Samantha! What is the
matter?"

	"Jothan," said Dan. "We need your help." He began to outline his
idea. "Is it possible to get Simon and Alison to meet?"

	"You're unhinged!" Jothan said. "I've already broken too many
rules just by coming here."

	"But I need your help. Simon will never trust me again, but if
I take him to his real wife there's a chance."

	"No, I'm sorry. I can't do this. Have you any idea what will
happen if my superiors find out."

	"We already have." Came a voice from across the church. It was
the senior angel who had shown Dan to Alison's body. He smiled at
Jothan's aghast face, "Relax, we have known what you have been up to and
we approve." He turned to Dan. "If you can bring Simon here willingly
we will bring Alison's soul to you."

	Hope flared in Dan's chest. The game wasn't over yet.

	"You seriously believe this will work?" said Samantha.

	"Simon will never relax until he's heard from the real Alison."
Dan replied. "Maybe I could keep up the lie that I'm his wife, but there
would be enough doubt at the back of his mind to drive a wedge between
us."

	"And without you Simon has a very small chance of salvation."
Added the senior angel. "The Dark One has been bending the laws of
non-intervention. We must step in to redress the balance. If we did
nothing Lucifer would flout the laws more and more until war broke out
again."

	"Thank you." Dan said to him. "I better go and prepare for when
Simon comes back from his drinking binge."

	Outside, the tall man was again was again waiting by the boundary
of the church. He watched as Dan walked past him without acknowledging his
presence. His longer legs quickly brought him level with Dan. "So, young
lady. What are you going to do now?"

	Dan answered without looking at the Devil. "I'm going to stop
you."

	The man laughed out loud. "I salute your determination, but you
really don't have a hope in hell."

	"Really." Dan reached his car and unlocked it. "We'll see. How
about a wager. If Simon decides to stay with me by the end of the week, 
you'll leave me, Simon and Samantha alone."

	The man seemed to stretch over the car until his face was near
Dan's. "And if I win you and Samantha are mine. Very well, though I think
you'll regret that bet." With that he turned and returned the way he had
came.

	Dan got hurriedly into the car, he was already regretting his rash
deal. If his attempt to win Simon failed it looked like he'd spend the
rest of his life stuck in a church with Samantha.

CHAPTER 18

	It wasn't until the evening of the next day that Simon returned
home.

	Dan had changed into a more conservative dark blouse and jeans
and had waited more and more anxiously through the night and into the
next day for Simon's return. Several times Dan had severe attacks of
nerves, everything depended on how he handled the situation.

	The car's engine woke Dan up as Simon pulled up to the house.
Looking out of the window he could see Simon's prize possession had picked
up a huge dent down one side. Simon himself was a bit more steadier than
Dan had expected.

	The moments before Simon opened the front door were among the
longest in Dan's life. Finally the door swung open and their eyes locked
together. Dan could see the defences go up behind Simon's eyes.

	Dan was the first to break the silence. "We need to talk."

	"How much of it was real?" Asked Simon.

	"Most of it, but let me tell my side of the story."

	Simon shook his head. "I need a drink."

	"You've had enough to drink, could you just lay off it until
we've talked." Dan said desperately.

	"Who do you think are? My fucking wife?" With that he elbowed
past Dan and went into the dining room. He was pouring himself a vodka
as Dan followed him in. Finally he settled into a seat, "Okay, who the
hell are you then?"

	Dan took a deep breath. "It started nearly a week ago when I
crashed	my car after drinking too much."

	Simon had a pale, horrified look on his face as Dan told his
story. Dan left nothing out, not even how the Devil hypnotised him into
seducing a workman. He still found the incident highly embarrassing but
he had to impress on Simon what the Devil was capable of. "The only
reason we have a chance of beating him is because he won't dare push
Heaven too much. I know you won't trust me, because I'm a complete
stranger. But there is one person who can convince you. Alison."

	"But you said she was dead!"

	"Her soul is waiting to meet you, at a church in town."

	Simon tossed back the last of his drink and stood up. "Alright,
I'll go along with this. But if you're lying I'll kill you. When do we
have to go?."

	Dan shrugged. "No time like the present."

	Dan insisted they take Alison's pink car and that he drove. Simon
was probably way over the limit.

	Simon broke the silence as they made their way to the church. "So
are you gay then?"

	"No I am not!" Dan retorted more sharply than he had intended.
"Apparently my soul is adapting to my new body."

	"In under a week? Sounds a little unlikely to me."

	Dan bit off an angry reply. He turned the corner and parked the
car opposite the church. "Oh hell."

	"What is it?"

	"We have company."

	Simon turned to see what Dan was looking at. By the main pathway
to the church stood a familiar tall, gaunt figure.

	"Come on, if we can get past him we're safe."

	Dan scampered out of the car and tried to keep himself between
Simon and the Devil. The tall man made no effort to stop them, only
speaking after Dan and Simon had passed him. "They cannot help you Simon,
I can. I can give you Alison, identical in every way and thought to the
original."

	Simon turned back to face him, "But it won't BE her, will it?"

	"You'll be totally unable to tell the difference. Consider my
offer, it is far better than anything they can offer you."

	Dan tugged on Simon's arm and together they entered the safety
of the church. Simon looked around the modern church, it was empty except
for a fairly nondescript man and a familiar buxom blonde. "You two were
in this together weren't you?"

	"Hardly," replied Dan. "I only helped her after I found out she
had made a deal with the Devil as well."

	"Worst mistake I ever made." Added Samantha.

	Dan moved next to the man, "This is Jothan. He may not look it,
but he's an angel."

	"An angel?" replied Simon in an incredulous voice.

	"Yeah, he pulled me from the car wreck in my last life."

	"Where is my wife? You said she'd be here." Said Simon.

	Jothan moved forward, "She is right here. Look." He opened his
hand palm upwards. A small gold ball moved upwards and floated clear.
With every passing second it grew bigger and brighter. It started to
elongate and take on a definite human shape.

	Simon watched as the shape became that of his wife wrapped in a
bright golden glow that somehow didn't blind him. "Alison?"

	She smiled and held out her hands. Simon hesitantly reached up
and grasped them in his own. He could feel a presence, warm and
comforting, entering his mind. Alison's voice filtered through his mind,
"I missed you so much."

	Tears rolled down Simon's face as he and Alison held each other
in an embrace far more intimate than he had ever thought possible. Their
minds were fully open to each other. Simon knew without a doubt that this
was his wife; Dan was an obvious fake in comparison.

	He could feel Alison's sorrow as she discovered what had happened
to him over the last couple of days. "You must not give up, you owe me
that. Stay with Dan, she can help you recover."

	"I can't do that." Simon replied silently. "It wouldn't be
right."

	"Simon, I want what is best for you. I've passed on to the next
world and you must get on with your life. I'll keep watch over you. Enjoy
life, live it to the full. Don't hide in the bottle. When your time
comes, years from now, I'll be here waiting for you. Remember that I love
more than anything in the universe."

	With that she drew away from Simon and drifted higher into a warm
white light and was gone. "I love you too, Alison." He said quietly
through the tears.

	Several feet behind him Samantha turned to Dan. "Now I have seen
everything."

	"Yeah." Replied an awe-struck Dan, surprised to find a lump in his
throat. He started forward and edged round in front of Simon. "Are you
okay?" He asked hesitantly.

	"I'll be fine in a minute."

	"Look, when we get back to the house. I'll pack a few clothes and
move out."

	Simon looked puzzled. "Why?"

	"What do you mean 'Why'. I'm a man walking around in your wife's
body. I thought you prefer it if I wasn't around." 

	"Alison said you can help me get back on my feet. And you seem to
have a head for business. We'll work something out."

	The older angel moved forward. "We cannot demand things of you,
we cannot tell you what path to take. But you can now see the choices
clearly in front of you. I pray you will make the right decision." He
turned to Jothan. "Come, we must go now."

	"Hey wait!" Said Samantha in an alarmed voice. "You can't just
go. The Devil is camped outside the church!"

	"The only way He can take your soul is if you give it to him
willingly. Dan made a rash gamble with the Evil One that appears to have
paid off." He turned his gaze to Dan. "Though I wouldn't make a habit of
it."

	"You mean he'll let me go?" Samantha said in disbelief.

	"He has no choice. Now we must go. Goodbye and good luck."
Quickly, both he and Jothan faded from view.

	"Come on, let's go home." Said Simon. "Do you want to come as
well, Samantha?"

	"Well, I don't know." She thought about it. "What the hell, I was
starting to go stir crazy in here anyway."

	The Devil was still standing there in the twilight. Like he hadn't
moved since Dan and Simon had gone in. His eyes were glowing an infernal
red. "So Simon Mitchell, have you made your mind up yet?"

	"I have. Thanks, but no thanks." Replied Simon as cool as he
possibly could. "No copy could replace my Alison."

	"Your wife is dead, gone from you forever. Only I can bring her
back." Dan could see the anger building in the gaunt man.

	"You're wrong. She's right here." He place his hand over his
heart. "Now if you excuse me, we're all going home."

	"Very well, but the blonde bitch is mine!"

	Dan stepped in front of Samantha. "Not anymore. The deal was if
Dan chooses to stay with me before the end of the week, you'd leave us
alone. Well he's chosen and you cannot interfere in our lives from now
onwards."

	The Devil was still for several long seconds, then he seemed to
explode into a huge terrifying creature. Fifteen foot tall and blood red.
"Fuck the rules! You are all mine! And I'm taking you down to Hell. Where
you'll all receive my personal attention."

	"I don't think so." Said Samantha. Then she held out her fist
with her middle finger raised. "Swivel on it."

	The Devil bellowed his rage and lightening crashed across the
sky. But he did nothing to stop the trio as they climbed into the car and
sped away into the night.

	Samantha sat shivering on the back seat. "I can't believe I just
did that." She exclaimed.

CHAPTER 19

	The first few days were awkward. Simon did his best to hide it,
but both he and Dan knew how difficult it was for him to see his wife
walking around knowing she was gone. The house had six large bedrooms and
each of them had one to themselves.

	The case against Simon's fitness centers fell apart spectacular
one week after they had been brought. A major official in the State
Government was found to have fabricated the evidence. No one ever found
out why he had done it, but to Dan, Simon and Samantha the answer was
obvious. The Devil had taken his anger out on the official after failing
to get at them.

	Samantha had nowhere to stay, she had no official identity and
therefore Simon happily agreed to have her stay until something could be
worked out. The housekeeper Maria however, was less than happy to see
Samantha around, convinced she was a hooker at best.

	Two weeks of normality after the incident at the church Dan was
getting more apprehensive about staying with Simon. He was convinced it
wasn't good for Simon to be constantly reminded about his dead wife.

	Simon was vehemently opposed to Dan moving out. "I need you, as
a friend. I'm not saying this is easy for me, but I know that Alison
still exists somewhere. Let's take things one day at a time. You can over
plan things you know."

	Dan was surprised at the feeling of relief that rushed through him
with those words. "Alright, one day at a time." He said, smiling.

	Simon brought Dan into the day to day running of the fitness
centers. Dan discovered he had quite a knack for the work and quite
enjoyed it. He did have to endure the endless attempts by the men working
out at the center to date him, but he found their attentions flattering.

	Three months after she moved in Samantha moved out. She had
fallen in love with a physical trainer at one of the centers. A few
eyebrows were raised when Samantha moved in with her, but Dan was glad
she had found someone she could be happy with.

	Dan and Simon slowly became more and more friendly as the months
passed. Simon still missed Alison and a part of him always would. But his
period of grieving was over and he was ready to get on with his life. Dan
had found himself falling deeply in love with Simon. Part of him still
felt very odd at the deep desires he had for a man. But Dan could no
longer deceive himself into believing he was male anymore.

	Their courtship had started with innocent business lunches that
had developed into proper dates at upmarket restaurants. Then nearly nine
months after becoming a woman Dan and Simon made love again. As they
caressed each other lovingly after an ecstatic bout of lovemaking Dan
knew he, no she, was irrevocably female now. In her soul as well as her
body.

EPILOG

	"I'm glad everything worked out." Said Alison watching the scene
below. "I was beginning to think they'd never get together."

	Jothan watched Dan and Simon with increasing puzzlement. "But
Simon doesn't seem to be that happy, in fact he's on his knees pleading
with Dan not to hit him. Is this normal?"

	Alison smiled. "It's a little more outlandish than anything I
tried." She watched as Simon got up and bent over Dan. "But I wish I had
now. It looks like fun."

	Fun? Thought Jothan. He had been watching humans for the better
part of a century and he still didn't understand them. "What is Dan doing
now?"

	"She's spanking Simon. He didn't do the washing up to her
satisfaction."

	"But those plates were spotless! It's highly unfair of Dan to
punish Simon for that!"

	Alison watched as Simon got down on his knees in his maids outfit
to lick Dan's pussy. She sighed and then said. "Let's give them some
privacy and I'll explain the idea of playacting one more time. Okay?"

	Alison and Jothan drifted higher and higher into the sky as she
unsuccessfully tried to remove the puzzled look from his face.

THE END