“Dennis?”

           I stirred.  My head throbbed and I could taste the unmistakable flavor of blood on my tongue.  I smacked my lips, my face contorting in displeasure. The lights were bright and I squinted my eyes involuntarily as the light of the room assailed my senses. Incoherently I stammered, “wh… where am I?” 

           I looked through squinted eyes at the room I found myself in.  I was lying on a small bed that crinkled loudly under me as I moved.  An I.V. stand stood next to my bed with the clear tube disappearing into my arm.  A second bed sat next to mine and I saw Collette lying in it with a similar I.V. drip in her arm.  She was looking at me quizzically as she said again, “Dennis?”

           My mouth was dry as I answered, “my head hurts.”

           She smiled weakly at me, “mine too. Are you okay?”

           I wondered the same thing myself. The coppery taste of blood was heavy in my mouth and though my head throbbed and my body felt weak, all in all I wasn’t doing too bad, “I’m fine.  I guess.” Then, the reality of where I was and why I was there came home unbridled into my thoughts.  “Was it a success?”

           She smiled, her weakness fading to elation. With a throaty purr she moaned, “oh, yes.”

* * * * *

           An attractive woman, her nametag reading “Joyce,” pulled the needle from my arm, disconnecting my I.V. drip. She bandaged the crook of my arm, and said, “There you go, sir. The doctor will be here shortly to release both of you.”

           “Thank you,” I said.  I was sitting in my bed, watching the holographic television flash peaceful scenes of majestic mountain vistas.  It was like a window into the world, any scene that can be imagined could be displayed.  It was peaceful and mindless and merely surveyed as a distraction as Collette and I waited for the doctor to arrive and release us from the hospital.

           “Holographic imager off,” a deep voice commanded. The doctor entered and crossed the room to stand between the beds that Collette and I were resting on.  The imager obeyed his command and the flickering lights faded from view. “How are you feeling?” he asked.

           “Fine,” I said truthfully. The last two days had seen my mood and my strength improve considerably. 

           “Very good,” Collette said.

           “That is good to hear.”  He looked at Collette’s chart and with only a non-descript hum. Satisfied with what he read he perused my chart with the same simple tone.  “Well,” he said.  “There are no complications and so I am going to release you. The devices have been installed and Collette,” he said, facing her as she sat wearing nothing but the unflattering hospital gown, “you have the controlling program installed as well. You have complete control of the Neurological Transfer Devices that the two of you have had implanted.  At will you will be able swap minds with Dennis. In effect, the two of you will transfer bodies. The reality is much more complicated as you have studied prior to the operation.  Do you have any questions?”

           Collette shook her head, “no.” She smiled as she said, “Though I am anxious to try it out.”

           “I have no doubt,” the doctor said, returning her smile.  He picked up both of our charts, signed them, and said, “You are free to leave.”  He turned and walked towards the door, charts in hand. Pausing briefly the doctor turned and said, “Have fun.”

           I wondered if he was talking to Collette or to me.

* * * * *

           The Neurological Transfer Device was the next step in the ever-changing world of recreational devices invented for the masses. It was the most costly device ever created for public use and as such it was not cheap.  Add the fact that it took an operation to have the device implanted into the brain of the recipient, and the price skyrocketed. 

           History would reveal that more money was spent in the pursuit of entertaining distractions than most everything else combined. Even the technology invented for military conquest soon became commonplace enough to find its way into devices meant to amuse the masses. From the dawn of time man had pursued ever-increasing forms of entertainment and the costs of that mindless pleasure had climbed as well.  Early forms of pleasure came in the form of board games, dice and cards.  But it was not enough.  The search for fun diversions escaped the home and stage shows became popular among the masses.

           Stage shows gave way to the motion picture and television. People could spend hours watching others living remarkable lives while they sat in relative comfort snacking on sodas and popcorn and candy.

             But it didn’t end there.  Technology progressed and the stimulus to the bored masses increased as well.  The television gave way to holographic images that displayed images as real as if the actors and actresses were standing in their living room. The holographic imagers, much like the earlier television sets, had their shortcomings, however.  The images, while lifelike, were limited in their scope.  They were visual and aural only, the senses of touch and taste and smell were not tapped into. More was needed.

               The holographic imagers replaced the television in everybody’s home and gave way to holographic theaters. Men and women and children frequented the theaters to step into the shows, to become a character in their favorite movies. The were no longer limited to watching the shows play out, they were now an integral part of the action, a living character whose actions caused the story to spread out along countless paths. They could feel the terror of being hunted by an animal or the exhilaration of finding the final missing clue that would bring a fictional killer to justice.  The technology was amazing and still the masses longed for more.

             Next came the Consciousness Transfer Facility.  It became as commonplace as theaters had been a century before. The Consciousness Transfer Facility allowed one to live the lives of others.  They could become a bird and soar above the mountains or a fish and swim the depths of the ocean.  It was real to them as the action took place safely within the confines of their minds.  But again, it was limited.  And it was those limits that always led to the next step in the evolution of entertainment.  The CTF only offered preprogrammed scenarios. One was trapped within the strict limits of those programs.  If your consciousness was transferred into a bird, you were a bird. You could not change what you did as a bird, you did what birds did; you flew, you ate.  It was limited and the men and women of the world longed to break free of any limits.

           Still technology progressed, yielding to the Neurological Transfer Device.  The NTD allowed one to exchange consciousness with another person. You would literally transfer bodies with somebody else, being able to live their life while retaining control of your own thoughts.  You could become somebody else, see the world as they see it, smell the smells as they would smell them, and taste foods again for the first time with a different tongue.  You became another person; you lived their life.

           And Collette and I now were fitted with the device.

* * * * *

           “Ready to try it out?” Collette asked me.

           I nodded and took a deep breath, “yes.”

           “Wonderful.”

           And we shifted.

* * * * *

           The colors of the rainbow raced through my mind, swirling in a dizzying array of lights that spun faster until they blurred into a kaleidoscope of blurry hues.  The colors faded and grew pale.  The rainbow dimmed and spun, collapsing on itself and disappeared leaving only darkness beyond.

           A sound appeared, wind racing through trees. It was the sound of air, a whistling that seemed to grow louder as the colors in my mind disappeared to darkness.

           And with a pop the shift was complete.

* * * * *

           I opened my (Collette’s) eyes and blinked in confusion. The first thing I noticed is how much larger the room looked. The furniture seemed out of place, as it the expanse between the chairs and couch was out of proportion. The living room seemed larger and the colors were much more brilliant.  The greens and yellows and reds were more green and yellow and red. The ceiling was no longer within reach and I felt as if the room was consuming me, swallowing me whole. 

           My legs grew weak and I fell to the floor. I sat there, breathing shallowly, tasting the clean air. It smelled fragrant; an underlying hint of roses in bloom assailed my (Collette’s) nostrils.  I had never smelled the room before, were the soft smells of flowers always there?  Had it been that I, as me, had simply not noticed them or was the mind of the male species not wired to detect the smell of flowers in bloom as easily as a woman?

           There was a heavy pulling at my chest and I realized I was feeling the weight of my (Collette’s) breasts. I had breasts.  Soft and full and always just there.  I shifted and felt the weight of my (Collette’s) breasts shift as well. My head swelled, I was overwhelmed with the sights of the room and the colors, the sounds and the smells. I felt light-headed and slowly lowered myself to the floor to stare up at the bare white ceiling.

           “This room is so small,” I heard a strange voice drift to me.

           I sat up and turned to face my body sitting at the dining room table.  I was looking at my prone form when I heard the strange voice say, “and the colors so bland.”

           “Do I sound like that?” I asked, not recognizing Collette’s voice as it reached my ears.

           Collette tilted her (my) head and repeated the question, “and do I sound like that?”

           It was like hearing your own voice recorded, it never sounded as you expected it to sound.  You missed the deepening timbre of your voice as it echoed in your skull in a recording and that is how each of us sounded, as if we were listening to our recorded voices, hearing each other as a recording. I heard Collette as she heard herself when I spoke, a deeper, stronger voice and with Collette’s ears my voice sounded higher than I recalled.

           “This is weird,” Collette’s strange voice escaped my (her) lips. 

           “Yes,” I heard my recorded voice say from the dining room table as Collette agreed from within my body.

           “Too weird,” I said in Collette’s deep voice, shaking my (her) head.

           I watched as my body climbed to its feet. Collette crossed the room and held her hand to me, “come,” she said, standing as me above me, “let’s go to the bedroom.  We have got to try this out.”

           She was still in charge and I still could not deny her.   She pulled me with my arms to her feet, and together we made our way to the bedroom.

* * * * *

           Collette, in my body, was still the dominant one in our relationship. She would command me and I, no matter what body I wore, would obey. “Strip,” she commanded me and it sounded strange hearing my voice command her body.  It seemed displaced, like the fuzzy image of a forgotten dream. “Yes, mistress,” my mind forced the words from Collette’s lips.

           “In this body, call me master,” Collette corrected me with my recorded voice.

           “Yes, master,” I corrected myself.

           I stripped off the soft cotton sundress that Collette wore from the hospital.  I folded the white fabric with small yellow flowers decorating it and set the dress aside. I pulled my (Collette’s) panties down and stepped out of them. I pulled the straps to my brassiere down and rotated the clasped base of the bra around my body.  I fumbled with the clasp of the bra briefly before I was able to unfasten it and pull the garment free of my current body. 

           Standing naked before my body I couldn’t help but feel out of place.  How many times has this scene been played out with my male body standing naked before Collette as she gazed at me fully clothed?  Dozens? Hundreds? Countless?  Now, standing naked before her it felt right but looked wrong. It was still me subjugating myself to Collette’s will only Collette now surveyed me with my eyes, perusing her body. “Very nice,” she said to me in my strangled voice. “On the bed and spread your legs.”

           “Yes, master.” I climbed onto the bed and spread my legs wide. I looked through Collette’s eyes at my body staring down at me in hers.  My mind tripped over itself, trying to take in all that was happening. I was seeing life through different eyes, different colors assaulting my senses, and different smells greeting my nostrils. It was as if I was looking at the world from beyond myself. 

           I watched from my prone position as I stood by the bed and slowly slipped off my clothes.  I watched nervously as my body climbed between my new legs. Collette lowered my face to gaze at her pussy. She looked up at me and said, “I have a pretty pussy. I’ve never quite seen it from this angle. Very pretty.”

           From above her I agreed, “yes, it is.”

           I gasped, the sound of her voice escaping my lips still exciting my mind, as Collette probed her pussy that rested at the apex of my new thighs.  The feeling of her fingers dancing over my (her) pussy caused the body I was trapped in to shudder. I have never felt such exquisite pleasure. It was a nova of pleasure that centered between my new legs spread out in waves of climbing ecstasy throughout my whole body. “Oh my God,” I said with her voice.

           “Yes?”

           I could say nothing.  I was breathing in short gasps as she continued to pleasure her (my) pussy.  I dug my fingers into the bedspread as my new body arched in pleasure.  I hissed a wet breath through Collette’s lips when I felt my tongue slide into her body. My legs slid even further apart involuntarily as if to beg for more of the ever growing pleasure. 

           Collette, kneeling between her own legs, continued to lap at her, (my?) (our?) pussy.  I was still tripping over the reality of the situation, feeling the pleasure of a tongue on a pussy from an entirely unique viewpoint. I gasped when Collette’s tongue slid over my own hardened clit.  The pleasure of her tongue within my pussy paled in comparison to the utterly godlike pleasure of her tongue dancing over her clit.  It was like an explosion of bliss that radiated outward like ripples in a pond until it overtook every nerve ending in my body, causing them all to tingle in pleasure.

           I felt her tongue as it danced delicately over my clit.  The pleasure that raced through my body climbed higher until my eyes shut tight and my body tensed. A white light appeared behind my eyes and I shouted out my pleasure, screaming incoherent words into the warm air. My body was covered with sweat and my mouth was dry.  I screamed as I experienced my first feminine orgasm, my breath coming in short, steady gasps. 

           The orgasm passed but the pleasure did not wane. Instead, Collette stayed between my widely parted thighs. She continued to run her new tongue over my clit. I was floating on a plateau of pleasure, elevated above the ground like a milky cloud.  My body tingled, feeling as if another orgasm was threatening to overwhelm my excited form.  Collette continued to pleasure my…

           (Is it my?)

…Pussy with her tongue. She licked my pussy, sliding her tongue across the heated flesh over and over until once again I came loudly, my hips rising off the bed.  My body shuddered in orgasmic bliss. I gulped for air as my climax passed, my hips undulating, my hands clenched into fists.  My whole body was alive with pleasurable feelings. My body shook and still floated above the clouds, the feeling of pleasure remaining high.

Collette exhaled a hot burst of air on my pussy and immediately followed it with her tongue pressing against my clit.  Before my breathing could even remotely drop from its tortured gasps I came a third time.  I screamed in pleasure, feeling my whole body shake in pleasure. A white-hot fire burned behind my eyelids as my eyes clenched shut. The air of the room felt cool over my heated skin. I was gasping for breathing, struggling to pull air into my lungs. Mercifully Collette pulled her mouth from my pussy and looked up, “how was that,” I heard me ask.

“Amazing,” I breathed, breathing heavily.

“My turn,” she said in my voice.  I looked at her erection as she guided it up my body. My cock trailed along her stomach. I felt it slide between my breasts until it bobbed before my eyes. “Suck your master’s cock,” she said deeply.

“Yes, master,” I said.

 I opened my eyes and felt for the first time an actual cock slipping past my lips.  I had, as me, sucked an artificial cock that Collette and strapped onto her hips, but had not felt a hot penis dance over my tongue. It was hotter than any of the strap-ons that I had sucked for her pleasure.  I could feel her pulse in my mouth as she roughly fucked my face. She had the increased power of my mass and my muscles and she took advantage of it, fucking my face roughly. She thrusted into my mouth, gasping as my new tongue danced over her new cock. 

“God, yes,” she exclaimed in my tinny voice.  She continued to thrust my cock in her mouth until she tensed and ejaculated into my mouth.  Her face was folded up tight, contorted in pleasure as her first male orgasm washed over her new body.  As she came I swallowed my sperm and nearly gagged. The taste was sweeter with her tongue what I did taste. I realized that most of the hot liquid fell deeper into my mouth and away from my tongue.  Was that a secret that most women shared, that they taste of sperm was not that bad, as most of it was never tasted to begin with? I reasoned it was. 

I had eaten my own sperm countless times, knowing that Mistress…

(Master)

…Collette enjoyed it, but this was the first time I had it directly from the tap, so to speak and it wasn’t nearly as bad as when Collette fed it to me, or on her orders I fed my spilled semen to myself. 

Above me Collette pulled her now flaccid cock from my mouth and said dejectedly, “That’s it?” She stared down at her soft cock in disbelief, “that’s all you get.”  She sounded depressed.

“Yes,” I said, staring up at her.  Her body, like mine, was coated with a thin patina of sweat. 

“Well, I want more.”

* * * * *

Once again the colors of the rainbow raced past my eyes until they faded to nothingness.  The sound of whistling wind again greeted my ears, growing louder as the colors behind my eyes dwindled.

           And with a pop the shift was complete.

* * * * *

“Now,” Collette said, lying on the bed beneath me, “eat me until I come again.”

And once again, comfortably ensconced in my own body, I obeyed.

* * * * *

           Collette was standing in the bathroom wearing nothing but a matching pink bra and panty set when her stomach tensed. The first painful cramp passed when a second raced in to take its place.  “Shit,” she muttered, “not now.”

* * * * *

           I was standing in the bedroom getting dressed when my head began to spin.  A plethora of colors erupted behind my eyes and the wind in my mind escalated. I heard the wind as the colors faded.

           The shift was complete and I found myself in Collette’s body standing in the bathroom.  I looked in the mirror, her face; now mine, looked confused, as the shift had taken me by surprise.

           I gasped in pain as my stomach cramped. “What the hell?”

           I made my way from the bathroom to the bedroom where I watched my body finish donning the pants I had been putting on. “Get dressed,” Collette commanded me in my voice.  “We don’t want to be late.”

           “Yes, master,” I said as a wave of nausea spread through my body. 

           I saw a smile creep onto my lips as I reached for the black slacks on the bed.  I pulled them up my body and tried to fasten them.  They seemed a tad snug.

“These pants don’t fit,” I complained, surprised by the nagging tone of my voice.

“The fit perfectly,” Collette giggled.  “I know; I wore them last week.”

“Well, they don’t fit now.  They’re too tight.”

Collette could only laugh.

“What’s so funny,” I snapped, wondering where the terseness of my voice was coming from.

“You are going to have fun with your first period,” she informed me.  “The bloating, irritibility, the cramps.” Laughing, she finished, “I am glad I don’t have to go through it this time.”

I pressed my palm into my side as another small cramp ripped through my body.

And as I finished getting dressed Collette commanded me, “Don’t forget to put in a tampon.”