It's an adult story. Author's Note: Some of you might recognize some of this story. This was started about three years ago and even partially released to a list of readers where it had been stopped at a point. It then sat while other things were worked on. However, it bugged me because there was a little more that could be done with this plot. I think I do everything morally wrong in here except shoot the President. I break all of the 10 commandants a couple of hundred times. But overall, I think that you'll find it interesting. To those that have read it before, I did some voice changes to give it a little more interest and also added a little plot to the original document. Then I added about 50 pages to what I turned loose before to change the flow. It also caused me to do the old "shall I hold onto this a little longer while I finish it" routine. I decided to turn it loose at this point because it's got about another 120-150 pages in my desired story line. So I picked an interesting point to break it off, trying to create a sort of "Who shot JR" type of ending. As usual, this story is intended for adults and may be distributed on any site where free distribution of stories is permitted by the management. Just send me an e-mail to let me know where. Have a good day. Waldo ****** Chapter 1 - Nirvana The concept of Nirvana means different things to different people. To me, it means being in my Florida apartment with Julie Harris; my girlfriend and future wife. Aside from being with her, all I need from life is a breath of fresh air, a slice of bread and a sip of water. She is my everything; my reason for living. She knows that I love her and she constantly uses that knowledge against me; in a very loving and teasing manner. I can't deny her anything that she requests from me. All she has to do is to simply crinkle her nose a little as she smiles her beautiful little smile, revealing that delightful dimple, and send me a gleaming tinkle from her deep ocean-blue eyes. That is all it takes for me to become her very willing slave. It also helps when she applauds my efforts to be a poet, knowing that I want to make my living by being a poet someday. I love to see the magic in everyday occurrences and to use words to pass along that same magic to my readers. She is the inspiration for some of my best verses, such as this delightful little verse: Her beautiful, perky nipples are like ice cream, Anytime that I look at her bod, I want to scream, Staring at her full sweater, I can only dream, Thinking about her fills my shorts with cream. So everyone but me knows that most of my writing sucks. That's why I am an unemployed writer. I survive by working as a waiter in the evening and as a lifeguard during the day at a hotel's pool. That's where I met Julie. She used to work in the hotel's gift shop as a stock clerk and cashier. Her first day of employment at the hotel, was the day that I fell in love with her. After all, she had all of the natural prerequisites; a vivacious personality, short natural blonde hair, a perky nose, full voluptuous lips, twinkling blue eyes, and a natural cleavage that a plastic surgeon's silicone can't emulate. I can write a novel about her luscious, perfect boobs. She claim's it's because I'm a boob man. But a set of 37C pert tits on a five-foot two-inch body that weighs only one hundred and nine pounds, is more than enough to keep my cock flying at full erection all night. The rest of her twenty-one year old body isn't bad either. The rest of her body can be described as a perfectly rounded ass free of cellulite, narrow waist, and gorgeous legs. If I wasn't a tit fanatic, I would be a leg man. After all, shapely legs not only look good but also provide a very delightful sensation when properly wrapped around either my neck or hips. Both of us consider ourselves to be orphans although she knows that her parents are still alive. She's got an abusive stepfather and an alcoholic mother who is too afraid of her husband to protect her daughter from his drunken rampages. But they don't know where Julie is or care where she is. My darling Julie ran away from her home three years ago when her stepfather unzipped his trousers one time too many times. The hard plastic of a nearby telephone connecting with his equally hard head, resulted in a quick opportunity for her to immediately escape his clutches. Since then, she's lived on her own; doing whatever it takes to put food on her table; sometimes holding down two or three jobs. Only once did she sell her body and she vowed never to do that again; preferring the honor of working as a waitress in a fast food restaurant at minimum wage to the disgrace of knowing that she had lost her self respect. She's got a lot of pride in herself and just wants to find the right man. I'm hoping that's me. I'm two years older - twenty-three and everyone tells me that I'm extremely handsome for a man; even Pete, the limp-wrist manager of the restaurant where I work as a waiter. But that's another story that I don't want to get into at this time. I'm six foot one, one hundred and eighty pounds of basketball developed muscle, short-cropped dark hair and could probably make my living as a model. You know, a model is one of those guys who let their picture be taken while leaning against a wall wearing nothing but their undershorts and a gold twinkling earring. I don't wear an earring because I don't believe in that sissy stuff. My only shortcoming is my big nose but Julie pooh-poohs my concerns by claiming that it adds ruggedness and more masculinity to my classic handsome face. And my name is John Kimball, Junior. But calling me John or Junior is close to being fighting words for me. I hate that name because it brings up too many painful memories of my father, John Kimball Senior. So I answer to the nickname given me many years ago which is Johnny or JJ. I prefer Johnny because it creates a youthful, sexy image. Like Julie, I'm an orphan, but my parents ran away from me and may still be alive somewhere. Yes, they really did abandon me. I don't remember much about my parents because they traveled a lot when I was little, leaving me with different nannies for several weeks at a time. I was a late-in-life baby, being born when my parents were in their late thirties. It was an accident because neither of my parents wanted children and they both thought that my mother was beyond the age where she could get pregnant. When they found out different, it was too late in the pregnancy and my mother was too far along for any doctor to abort the fetus - me - that she was carrying. Then when I was seven, they didn't come back after one of their frequent trips. Or call. Or write. That nanny eventually went to the police but my parent's lawyer showed the police some paperwork. I didn't find out until years later that the mysterious paperwork appointed the lawyer as my guardian. So from the time that I was seven until I turned eighteen, I lived with whatever nanny or baby-sitter that the lawyer hired to meet the state laws. At eighteen, I was on my own so I left. I don't know what really happened to my parents or actually care at this advanced stage in my life. They didn't care enough about me to be there when I needed them all those years or to even send me a rubber-stamped Christmas card. Every year the lawyer came by the house on my birthday with his secretary de jour, a birthday cake, a child's gift for me, and a card supposedly from my parents. The birthday card signatures never matched an old letter from my parents so I always suspected that it was the secretary's handwriting where she forged their signature. Then on my sixteenth birthday, the lawyer and his current plastic- surgeon-augmented secretary came by to wish me happy birthday. The lawyer's present to me that year was that he left the typically short birthday party very early, leaving his voluptuous secretary who christened my manhood and explained many of the life's mysteries that a young man needs to know, in that one wonderful night. My life or my cock was never the same after that unforgettable all-night birthday party. The loss of my virginity was my best present - ever! My seventeenth and eighteenth birthday gifts were the same, except that the lawyer gave me the remains of my trust, three thousand dollars, and bade me farewell on my eighteenth. I was on my own. Thanks to that secretary's birthday gift, I discovered that pussy was one of those mysterious sensational delights that you can't get enough of. Half of the people on earth have a pussy and the other half spend all of their time trying to find some pussy. Well, nine-tenths of the other half are trying to find pussy. My restaurant boss falls into that one-tenth category. Pete goes out of his way to avoid pussy, "preferring to lick the sticky lollypop instead of probing the honeypot" to quote one of his more common gay expressions. I like Pete and although he jokingly hits on me a lot, we have a mutual understanding; he drools over me and I ignore him. But in return for listening to his constant sexually explicit innuendoes, and not filing a sexual harassment complaint against him, I get to work the schedule that blends in with my other job and love life. He admits that he's gay and wants to indoctrinate me into "the seductive mysteries of life that a mere cunt can never provide" - another of his common expressions. I have enough confidence in my manhood so that I can listen to him and not feel threatened by his sexually barbed suggestions. The first couple of weeks that I knew Pete, some of the things that he said shook me up a little bit at first but eventually I began to enjoy his witty repartee, discovering that he had a sense of humor similar to my humor. And that his comments were only joking comments to keep both of us from going crazy and were never serious suggestions. As an example of his humor, whenever an above-average attractive couple was in the restaurant, Pete would whisper that he'd take the man on, if I'll find someway to keep the man's wife busy. Or dare me to spill soup in the man's lap so that Pete could wipe him clean with his towel. Pete and I have a sort of friendship because of the many hours that we spend every week, serving the people that wander through the restaurant. After my best friend moved away, Pete stepped into that spot, even though we have some serious basic philosophic differences and very different sexual orientation. We don't bar hop together, but have plenty of time to sit around talking almost every night as we wait for that last customer to leave. I tell him as much about my experiences at eating pussy as he tells me about his experiences in sucking cock. I feel the same revulsion about having a cock in my mouth as he has, for using a pussy as God intended. Pete is the only person that Julie doesn't get along with because of Pete's obvious desires for my body. I love Julie's pussy - it's so sweet and creamy. We have an arrangement whereby we make love whenever the other one wants it - no matter where we are. We've made love in the floor of her closed gift shop's cashier booth (her suggestion), in the back seat of an old abandoned Volkswagen bug, on a surfboard (my suggestion) floating out beyond the breakers, and in a couple of different janitor closets. That's in addition to our normal at-home sex. We share a very small studio apartment where the couch is also our bed at night. The neighbors on the floor below have complained a couple of times about the late night movements of our couch across the floor as we release our passions for each other. And she loves my cock. Whether she's sucking me or riding me, she can't get enough. She's constantly coming back for seconds and thirds. Because of our work schedules, we don't have much free time together and spend all of our time in our little apartment. As soon as we walk through our small apartment's door, both of us strip out of the work clothes that we hate; my waiter's suit for me and her "official" dress and change into our "comfortable" clothes. Julie's ideal job would be one that would permit her to wear shorts and a halter-top; instead of having to sashay around her job at a gift shop as if she were a model prancing down a fashion runway. For someone that looks as good as she does when she's all dolled up in a dress, it's amazing that she hates dressing up; preferring to be seen in public wearing shorts, a loose sweat shirt and sandals. She would love to be shipwrecked on an island where she didn't have to ever put on makeup, a bra, a dress, or wear those most abominable high heels again. Her job requires her to wear a some-what revealing dress and two-inch heels. A combination which I've suggested, might be grounds for a sex discrimination lawsuit. One night, when she was lying naked on top of me; her warm matted pussy hair rubbing against me as we enjoyed the mutual rosy afterglow of a mutual orgasm, she told me about her misadventures at work earlier that day. She whispered to me about how her manager constantly stared at her butt as she walked around the store. I whispered back that she had the most beautiful butt in the world and every man watched her butt; excluding Pete. She whispered back that the only reason that her job required her to wear high heels, was because it made her butt stick up more and looked more feminine. My response was "So?" which didn't go over too good with her current feminist attitude. The following morning, she made me prance around the apartment with some two-inch high wooden blocks taped to the bottom of my shoes. She tried to force my big feet into her smaller shoes first and when that didn't work, she taped the blocks to my shoes to show me what it was like to walk in heels. I can see why she doesn't like them but I wouldn't admit it to her because I also enjoy watching her walk around in her heels. But she proved her point. I don't want to walk around in high heels either. Julie is the woman that I considered to be the world's most perfect woman. She has a beautiful face, a vivacious personality, a Centerfold's body, and she saved it all for me. So you see why my life is nirvana. Or it was until I got the letter from my mother. ****** I came home after a hard night at work, feeling tired from working as a waiter for a large late-hours party, to find that Julie is still awake. She is busy, as usual working with one of her hobbies, making a flower arrangement to give a friend as a gift. Her favorite hobby is working with flowers and she wants to own a flower ship someday. As usual, she is dressed in her favorite raggedy jeans, comfortable sweatshirt and her hair is pulled back into a `out-of-my-eyes' ponytail. After she gives me a quick peck on the cheek because she's too deeply engrossed in the flower arrangement to abandon her project, she tells me that I have some mail in a thick brown envelope on the television set. The registered letter had a South American postmark on it. I open it to discover the following letter neatly typed on some lawyer's letterhead: My son, Every muscle on my body tightens with dread as those words sink in. I know that a letter or any communication from my not-lost-long-enough parents can't be good news after this many years of zero contact from them. Feeling my knees grow weak, I sit down quickly and re-started reading the letter. My son, I trust that this letter finds you in good health. I know that we haven't been too close over the last several years but your father wasn't ready to settle down to the type of normal family environment required to raise a child. So it was a difficult choice of losing either my husband who is my life-long love, or my only child. Now that you're old enough to understand life a little better, I hope that you can forgive me for making the most difficult choice of my life. I regret to inform you that your father's dead. He died last year and his mortal remains are stored in a nearby South American crypt. When we left our home that last time so many years ago, I followed him to South America where he wanted to search for the Fountain of Youth that the ancient explorer Ponce DeLeon also spent his life searching for. Yes, that's why we left you. It was your father's life-long dream and his dream quickly became my dream because of our love for each other. As we aged over the subsequent years and experienced failure after failure in our searches, he became more determined to find his ultimate destiny. As for myself, I began to realize that we were on a fool's errand and begged him to return with me, to our home in America and to the dear little boy that we left home for his own safety. He insisted that he was getting closer and promised that we would give it up after one more try; which was the expedition where he died. After his death, I cried a lot. For him, for us, for the three of us and for the life that the three of us never had. I mourned his death and considered joining him. With him gone, I had no reason to live. For months, I sat in my room and cried - for him, for the son that I abandoned, and for the home life that I had forsaken. Then my priest suggested that I should try to find you, to ask for your forgiveness, and to try to use the small time that I have left on this earth. I hired an investigator to find you and to send me some secretly taken pictures of you. I hope that you don't mind, but I had to see what a fine young man you've grown up to be. You're as handsome as I expected you to be. And you have a beautiful girlfriend. I live on a South American ranch. I own it; all five thousand acres and I make a very comfortable living from my agriculture business. It's a beautiful place but since the death of John Senior, it means nothing to me. The ranch is yours, if you want it. All you have to do, is take the two attached tickets and fly here to see me. The other ticket is for your girlfriend. I want you to come here so that I can see you in person. I want you to come here to let me apologize to you for being a fool so many years ago. I'll admit that I was only a fool in love with her man and I followed him as he searched for his place in the sun. As soon as you spend one week on the ranch, it automatically becomes yours. I've filled out the appropriate papers and government lawyers will transfer ownership to you if you do three things: The first of the three things are that you and your girlfriend must fly down here within the next three months. I want your girlfriend to come with you. If you're anything like your late father, you have a temper and you'll need someone that you trust, to talk to you, to help you listen to reason. I insist upon three months because that gives you time to get your affairs in order before visiting me and I don't have much time left. My health is .. not good. The second of the three things is that you and your girlfriend must live on my ranch with me for one week. And the third thing is that you must give me the opportunity to meet you. I want to try to explain why I did the stupid things that I did. I want to apologize for not being there with you when you needed your mother and most of all, I want to try to start being your mother again. I love you. Your mother Lynne Kimball ****** It is a good thing that Julie is at home with me after I finished reading the letter. I flew into an uncontrollable rage, throwing the letter and tickets into the garbage. An uncontrollable rage takes control of me and I almost destroy our few meager household possessions. I kick or hit every wall, door, and chair in our small apartment as Julie hangs onto me trying to calm my uncontrollable anger. Finally my anger is spent and I collapse on the floor like a ragdoll, crying for the first time in over fourteen years. While I'm lying on the floor bawling like a damn fool, she pulls the crumpled-up letter out of the garbage and reads it; immediately understanding my frustration over this very late contact in life with my mother. I am still sobbing as she sits on the floor and holds my head in her lap while she talks to me, trying to console me. With my head buried in her lap, I cried, I whimpered, I murmured, I stammered, I yelled, I gnashed my teeth and did a thousand other things as I vented my years of pent- up anger and frustration. Years ago, I gave up on my parents; giving up on them just as they gave up on me, and now my mother wants to come back into my life. And my mother wants me to drag Julie into my long-lost family life. That night is the first night in five straight months of living with Julie, that we don't have sex. Julie is willing as usual but I am so damn ashamed about the way that I made a fucking fool of myself (so I keep telling myself) but it is really because I can't think of nothing but that damn letter from my mother. Why can't she leave me alone? Why after all these years? Why does she want me to bring Julie? Why didn't my mother die also? ****** It takes Julie three weeks to finally convince me that I should consider my mother's offer. I am still feeling the deep anger for the first couple of days after getting the letter so we don't discuss it until after I cooled down a little. She knew that there was a boiling cauldron within me, waiting to explode. When I get to the point where I can discuss my mother's letter without my knuckles turning white or my voice raising in anger, she hinted that I should go visit my mother. We don't have sex for another three days after her recommendation. For the first time since she moved in with me, she isn't willing to have sex with me. She is using her body to weaken my resolve to ignore my mother's request. Then on the fourth night, she gives in to me. Oh, wow, does she ever give in and it seems that we tried to make up for the three days of missed sex. After a steamy, bone jarring, mutual orgasm session, I always become so mellow that nothing that Julie says or does for the next several hours, can anger me. She uses that magical moment to cajole me into promising that I will discuss the trip with her later. She sweetens her request with a wonderful squeeze of her vagina muscles around my still sensitive cock as she nibbles on my neck, reminding me of my promise to discuss the travel with her the next day. The next day after my mellow mood has worn off, we discuss my mother's letter as two rational adults. Using my vast command of the English language, I say "FUCK NO, I'M NOT GOING!!!" in an appropriate adult manner and she comes up with an appropriate bribe "if you ever want any more pussy from me, you'll do it." Being a man that is willing to listen to reason, I considered the valid points that she uses as her argument. Later when we cool down and curl up in each other's arms where we could talk sensibly again, she insists that I have to go. Not because my mother wants it; but because it is something that will bother me for the rest of my life if I don't go. She tells me that I have to go, that I have to see my mother, and then I can walk away afterwards if I want to. But I have to face my fears and anger. I have to see if I can forgive my mother. So I give in. On the condition that Julie accompanies me and that we will leave as quickly as possible if I am too uncomfortable being around my mother. Julie agrees and laughs as she jokes "It will be difficult for both of us. After all, we're not married and mother's have a tendency to treat girlfriends differently from wives. I'm willing to bet that when we get there, that your mother follows her old- fashioned beliefs and puts us in separate bedrooms." So I call the lawyer's number listed on my mother's letter and tell the old fart that we will be there next week. Chapter 2 - Eden I've never been out of Florida before, much less America. So boarding an airliner destined to South America is a thrill for me. It is easy for us to pack up and leave our rented apartment. All of our personal belongings fits into her suitcase, my duffel bag, and a backpack. Julie has a couple of small trunks of work clothes that we've left with Pete. She fills them with clothes that she really prefers to burn, but she anticipates that we might want to come back to our old jobs someday and will need the clothes. She doesn't want to spend more money on clothes that she hates. She did celebrate breaking the heels off of her former job's mandatory high heel shoes, promising herself that it will be a long time before she wears anything that chauvinistic again. She destroys the heels because we asked the hotel for a joint leave of absence and the hotel manager fired both of us, because hotel employees aren't supposed to become involved with other hotel employees. There's some damn security policy about fraternization. Destroying the heels is a symbolic "fuck you" statement for her and a firm statement that she won't go back to work at that place when we return. As for Johnny's restaurant job, Pete tells me that he'll welcome me "back with open arms and a big kiss." Our travel arrangements are three separate parts. We fly to Rio, spend a night, then fly in a jungle cargo plane into a remote section of the Venezuela jungle, and then take a combination of truck and boat to the ranch. Four days to get there, one week to live up to the terms of the "gift", then four days to come back out of South America if things don't work out between me and my mother. The Rio stopover is a vacation for us. It is the start of the Carnival season and the town is full of partygoers. Neither of us have ever seen anything like it. It is like a big fraternity party, only wilder and bigger and wilder. Booze, dope, and naked, jiggling tits are all over the place. So many women are parading around topless that I can't even describe the visual affect. I thought that I'd seen every possible set of hooters before, but that one night's Carnival was a college education for me in the various tit sizes and shapes that women have. I tried to get Julie to strip down to her waist, telling her that she has the best looking and perkiest set of boobs in town. But she shyly demurred, saying that she is more comfortable with just going braless under her T-shirt. That is a major concession for her because she really doesn't like the male attention that her jiggling boobs normally attract. Climbing into the back of an ancient "puddle-hopper" cargo plane the next morning with me having a terrific hangover, is the most dangerous thing that either one of us has ever done in our total life. I puked my guts out on the back of the plane, but none of the other six passengers noticed my sick-smelling puke. Probably because the caged chickens, the crates of pigs and the strong animal odor from the caged cargo somewhat covered up the smell of my sickness. We had to suffer through four landings and take-offs at small jungle towns before we arrived at their destination; a river front jungle town called Taiz. Taiz has about four thousand inhabitants, but they are typically all jungle people that are still in their first few years of civilization. I joke to Julie that "Any town where it's acceptable practice to pee from the front porch into the street, still has a long way to go in my book." Taiz's major claim to local fame is its hospital; a combination emergency and surgical center that serves the surrounding jungle and related small villages. Julie points out that the hospital also lists its services as a mental institute and a leper colony. Our hotel, which is the best hotel in town, is nothing more than a two-story building with some cots in rooms. Included in the room rent is a daily lunch and dinner meal of "jungle stew". Because of its raunchy taste, I swear that it has to contain a mixture of dog meat, fish, and some other type of meat that reminded me of well-worn leather boots, smothered in beer captured from a man-made yellow puddle in front of the hotel. We both agree that the food is horrible and makes McDonalds food look like a five star restaurant by comparison. Pushing my half-eaten bowl away, I groan "No wonder my father died." The next morning, Juan Lopez strolls into our lives. Juan is a short, swarthy, rotund lawyer who wears the same white suit, white shirt, thin black tie and Panama hat every day. His round face, pencil thin mustache, and constant day-old beard make him look like an unprosperous drug smuggler. It is Juan's job to verify my arrival at the ranch and my subsequent residence for one week; then to submit the paperwork transferring ownership of the ranch from my mother to me. One of the hotel regulars tells Julie that Juan is a former lawyer that's been disbarred because of his unorthodox practice of law. Since his disbarment, he's made his living by providing any type of legal assistance that doesn't require a license to practice law. Because of the horrible food and Julie's subsequent dysentery and diarrhea from her sampling of the hotel food, I'm not too enthused about going any further until she feels a lot better. But neither of us doesn't want to waste Juan's valuable (ha!) time, so the morning after meeting Juan, I carry our small baggage down to the riverboat that will take us up to the ranch. It is possible to drive there, but the drive is a two-day trip and it only takes five hours by boat. Our new `lawyer' meets us at the boat. Even as sick as Julie is, she notices that Juan is wearing the same suit, and from the multi-layered food stains on his white shirt, the same shirt as the day before. He doesn't have any luggage, just a small briefcase with his toothbrush stored between his legal papers. The small boat trip is a nightmare for Julie. She is still sick and I shield her from view as much as possible as she frequently sits on the boat's stern, her naked butt hanging over the water as everything instantly goes through her. But thank goodness that she begins to feel a lot better about an hour before we reach the ranch. When the boat turns the last bend before the ranch- landing site, the boat captain blows his horn, informing the ranch occupants of our impending arrival. Trying to look presentable, Julie runs a brush through her hair and freshens her lipstick, which just makes her face look even paler from her sickness. As the boat nears the landing, I can see my mother standing at the top of the landing, waiting for us to land. I know it is her although it is more than sixteen years since I last saw her. As the boat eases next to the dock, I keep it to myself that I can see that the years and the jungle living have been rough on her. My last memory of her is when I was seven. I remember her as being forty-seven old then, with a full head of dark hair, a vibrant personality that became more vibrant after she drank her daily gin martini, and a slim trim figure. The woman standing on the dock has a full mane of white hair, framing a tanned wrinkled face that has been exposed to too much jungle sun over the years. And this woman is much smaller than the way that I remember my mother. But after all, when a kid is seven years old, a five- foot two-inch mother with a paddle seems mighty big. Standing on the dock waiting for the boat to land, she reminds me of the feisty and very matronly Barbara Stanwyck character on the old Big Valley television show. My mother and I stare into each other's eyes, not saying a word or moving as the boat docks. When the boat is secured to the landing, Julie breaks my immovable trance- like state by whispering "Go to her." Turning to her, I respond in a hoarse whisper "I have to do it my way." Julie whispers back "Then remember your manners and introduce me." as she smiles at my mother. Holding Julie by the hand, I help her on the dock so that that we are standing only a few feet from my long-lost mother. My mother and I lock eyes again as I announce "Julie, this is Lynne Kimball..the woman that conceived me in her womb. Lynne, this is the woman that I love and am going to marry someday, Julie Harris." At close distance, it is easy to see that my mother is still a pretty woman, even with the wrinkles and skin that has evidently been exposed to too much sun over the years. Her gray eyes are just as sharp as ever as she listens to me, nodding to my introduction to Julie. Still staring at me, she asks, "Do I get a hug?" her voice an elderly woman's slightly quaking voice that I don't recognize after all the years as being the way that I remember my mother's vibrant voice. Julie is holding my hand and she knowing gives my hand a slight squeeze as she drops my hand, gently pushing me to accept my mother's request. Staring at the woman who had borne me so many years before, I declare in a very calm voice "I made it clear to your lawyer that there aren't any emotional bonds between us and that I preferred to keep it that way. I'm here to listen to you, to hear what you have to say, and then to make my mind up as to our future relationship. I also prefer to call you Lynne instead of Mother. Can we go to the house and get Julie out of the sun? She's not feeling too well after eating some local food." Hiding her anger at my harsh remarks, Julie brushes by me and moves forward to hug my mother as Julie loudly proclaims and apologizes for my actions "Your son can be such an asshole at times. I'm so glad to meet you, Mother Lynne." They hug each other while I stand in the same spot on the dock, making sure that I stay aloof from her as I continue to stare at my mother's face who is busy welcoming Julie. I find it difficult for me to relax my guard as I try to ignore the way the hair on the back of my neck stands up when I look at my mother. For some unknown damn reason, I sense danger. Everyone's attention is distracted by the lawyer, who is still sitting in the same boat chair where he spend all morning with his hat covering his face as he slept. He pushes the hat back on his head, releasing a small noise that sounds somewhat like a fart as he stands up and proclaims "Mrs. Kimball, I'm Juan Lopez. I've been commissioned to verify that this is your son, that you are willing to sign over your estate to him if he stays here one week and to verify that he actually stays here one week. The clock starts now if you verify that this is your son." She stares into my eyes as her voice softly admits "Yes, my son, John Kimball Junior, has grown up to be this man." "Don't call me that. My name's Johnny.", I gushed out loud, not knowing why I suddenly felt afraid again. Laughing out loud as if she is embarrassed, she breaks eye contact with me as she looks around at everyone. Speaking to the small assembled group, she proudly proclaims "Welcome Juan, Julie, and especially you, Johnny. If it will make you feel more comfortable, please call me Lynne. I gave up my rights to the title mother a long time ago." Three jeeps are waiting for us at the end of the dock. We quickly load the few items from the boat into one of jeeps and then climb into the other two jeeps. Lynne's ancient knees pop very loudly as she climbs into the jeep, informing me that her outward healthy appearance might be very misleading. For the first time, I notice that her hands are crippled and gnarled from arthritis. Julie and I ride in Lynne's jeep. It is a somewhat silent ride for me because I am too wrapped up in the weird feelings that I am experiencing, but Lynne talks and carries on as if it is only yesterday that she had last seen me. She points out some of the different crops that she grows on the ranch - bananas, corn, coconuts, spices, cattle, and other assorted agriculture products. The ranch hacienda is a long flat building about two miles from the river, in a cleared field with several outlying buildings. Several servants come running out to unload the jeeps and to welcome the new arrivals. From the looks of the ranch and number of people working on the ranch, my mother is a very prosperous rancher. Lynne is the proper hostess as she shows her guests the ranch hacienda's main hall and assigns Julie to one bedroom and me to an adjoining bedroom; politely suggesting that we will probably sleep better in separate bedrooms until Julie is over her sickness. Julie greets that suggestion with a quick wink to me to remind me that she forecast that my mother would old-fashionably assign us to separate bedrooms. While Lynne is showing Juan to his room, I follow Julie into her bedroom, carrying her suitcase. After I drop her suitcase on her bed, Julie stands on her tiptoes and kisses me as she suggests "Let's go spend some quality time with her," adding a last minute barbed challenge to tease me into relaxing a little "after all, she's still your mother." Holding hands as we walk up the hallway, we discover that Juan has made himself at home and is mixing a large pitcher of martinis as we enter the main living room. Pouring each of us a drink, he insists "I'll leave the pitcher with you while I enjoy the coolness of the front porch with my filled glass. You'll probably need the rest of the pitcher more than me." I sit on the couch across from Lynne who is sitting in an easy chair. I silently watch her as she light's a cigarette with her crippled hands fumbling slightly with the lighter. Something about the image of her smoking doesn't seem right to me, so I ask, "I don't remember you smoking when I was a kid?" Running her free hand through her mane of white hair, she replies in the shaky voice that I have quickly become accustomed to hearing from her lips "Your father was the chain smoker. He either had a pipe, a cigar or half a dozen lit cigarettes in the ashtrays. His favorite smoke was a cigar but he would smoke a pipe or cigarette whenever he was someplace where cigars were prohibited. I smoked only when I was drinking - and I still limit myself." "Yeah, I remember that Dad used to smell like an ashtray all the time. He used to smoke a very stinky cigar that would smell up the whole house. I haven't smelled a cigar that bad since he left." I mummer in a low voice; my body almost shuddering with the still vivid memory of my father's favorite cigar's horrible smell. She cackles in a crackling ancient woman's voice that I find hard to believe is now her normal voice "Purerto Blanco. That was his favorite cigar and I also hated the smell, so he only smoked one a week when he was at home. If he went by himself on a business trip, he would smoke two to three of those damn things a day. I still have some of them in his humidor." Julie shakes her head as a frown fills her face. Scrunching her face to display her displeasure, Julie injects "Cigars!!! UGHHH. I hate the smell of them and the way that I can't get the thick smell out of my clothes. I've been a non-smoker all of my life and have never been able to understand how anyone can tolerate something that stinks so badly." Winking quickly at Julie to signal to her that I feel the same way about cigars, I ask my mother "He smoked a lot of cigarettes also, didn't he?" "Your father had two habits that were his trademarks. He was a chain smoker that had to either have a cigar or cigarette in his mouth at all times and he was also the most vain man that I ever met in my life. He was the most meticulous man about his appearance that I ever saw. He always had to look his best and wear his best clothes. He would change into his finest suit for dinner when it was just the three of us in our own home and he would spend more time fixing his hair than I spent on my own hair. No matter where he was or what he was doing, he took the time to ensure that he always looked the best at all times. I could get ready to go out in half an hour but it usually took him two to three hours just to make sure that his appearance was absolutely perfect. At times I used to think that both of us were born the wrong sex because of the way that he primped and fussed about his appearance while I didn't really care how bad I looked. I used to get your father slightly angry at me because I would want to wear a simple pant suit to church while he expected me to wear a long flowing dress with all the jewelry accoutrements. He usually won by promising me that he would help me put my makeup on or would brush my hair for me. Your father could have been a hairstylist if he wanted to." Julie's laugh reveals that Juan's martinis are making her feel more relaxed "Mother Lynne....", she coos in an dragged out accent that I recognize is her signal to me that I should also address my mother the same way. "..you and I are a lot alike. I know that I could make a lot of money by going into the fashion business as a model because I'm young, have a decent body...well, Johnny likes women with slightly larger boobs...and I think that I have a pretty face. But I don't like to put on the makeup and fix my hair into the latest Paris hairstyle. I like to be me. I like to wear my jeans and old sweatshirt. I don't like strutting around, having men gawk at me; and I'm very happy that Johnny likes me the way that I am." I want to remark that I think that Julie's boobs are perfect for her and that I wouldn't suggest that she change one single thing about her but I feel slightly awkward discussing my girlfriend's breasts and my personal preferences in front of my mother. I'm trying to think of a graceful way to change the subject so that it doesn't appear that I'm changing the subject or embarrassed by the very personal topic. But I notice that my mother's eyes have become sharper and are almost glinting as she stares at Julie's chest as if she's able to see through Julie's shirt. With her cigarette dangling from her lips, my mother talks directly to Julie, acting as if I'm not even in the room "All men like bigger boobs on their women. If they had discovered the surgical techniques back when I was a young piece of tail, my husband would've probably tried to talk me into getting my breasts augmented for his personal pleasure. Back then, I was young and stupid enough to have been willing to go through with it just to keep him happy. But now, I'm very glad that I never had large breasts. Please don't get me wrong by thinking that I don't like large breasts. I do like them on other women, not on myself. I like to see young healthy women who have bodies that look like they have a woman's curvy body instead of a man's ramrod straight body. I think that you look great now and would look even better if your breasts were just a little bigger. You have the face and the general body structure where you could easily transform yourself into a sexy woman that would outshine any of the current Hollywood sex symbols. Oh, dear me, now you're going to think that I'm one of those lezzies. It's the martinis that's talking. Please forgive me, dearie." Julie's very brief eye contact with me, asks the silent question "did you hear your mother?" but she quickly returns to smiling politely to my mother as she tries to defuse the awkward situation "Nonsense. Thank you for your compliment but I'm very happy with the way that I look and your son had better be happy with it too, because I'm not changing for any man." For a couple of minutes, my mother and I make small talk about the old days. Then out of the blue, I ask the question that has been on my mind ever since I opened that registered letter. "Why did you get in touch with me...after all those years. Why now?" , I ask getting a quick dirty look from Julie. Lynne's face is very calm as she looks at me while she kills a little time, sipping on her drink. Then she responds "One of the men that helped carry in your bags, had a white lab coat on. He's my resident doctor, Doctor Garcia. He's here for the servants and also to be my personal doctor. He didn't want me to let you come here. He's afraid that I can't take the strain. Since your father died, I've had two nervous breakdowns and once spent thirty days in the Taiz Hospital's Mental Wing. I've had some very rough days and it doesn't take much stress to set me off. I frequently suffer from hallucinations and delusions of grandeur. If it wasn't for my good doctor's medicine and skill, I wouldn't be here now. I wanted to see you while I still had some common sense left." Julie pipes up "Mother Lynne, that surprises me. You look so great and healthy." Nodding to her comment, Lynne continues "My doctor thinks that my mental facilities are leaving me. It's something similar to Alzheimer's Disease where I progressively loose my mental ability. Notice how my hand is trembling slightly...it's because I'm having to concentrate so hard on maintaining my...shall I say..mental balance? I know who I am, where I'm at, and who you are. But I also feel a strong urge today that I'm the...don't laugh because it's not a laughing matter to me...I feel that I'm two people today...the Queen of England and Lynne Kimball. Because you're here in front of me, I know that I'm not the Queen. But if you weren't here to give me something solid to focus on, I would find it difficult to deny that I'm not the Queen Mother." She pauses a moment looking at both of us, before continuing "A couple of days ago, I thought that I was Roger Willoby. Roger is a man from my past before I met your father. He was a car salesman that I used to date when I was a teenage girl. The time that I spent thirty days in the local hospital, I thought..", she pauses a long pause staring at me with eyes that seem to darken and glaze over slightly as she stares at me. Then she continues "I thought that I was John Kimball, Junior. Only I believed that I was you when you were age fourteen and going through male puberty. They committed me to the hospital because of that." Julie almost drops her glass as Lynne's unexpected admissions startled her. I continue to stare into Lynne's dark eyes, watching them seemingly change color from being dark to her more normal gray color. Without either of us saying anything, she continues "I honestly thought that I was you. I answered all of the doctor's questions as if I was a fourteen-year-old boy. The doctors pointed out to me that I had a sixty-year old woman's body and it threw me into a rage. I attacked them, fought them until they restrained me and drugged me. Even with their medicine dulling my senses, I still thought that I was you for over a week. Then the medicine began to work and I realized that I couldn't be you, that I had to be me. By the end of the month, I was able to answer their questions and prove that my temporary insanity was under control." "Why did you think that you were me?" "The doctor's think that it's because I think so much about you.that I frequently wonder about you. When my thinking started getting screwed up the last time, I was seriously thinking about finding you and bringing you here." "So why did you bring me here?" "I don't have much time left. I wanted to see you while I still had some brains left. I wanted to meet you..to meet your pretty girlfriend..and maybe to encourage you two young people to give me a grandson while I can still hold him in my frail arms. I want you and Julie to stay with me...until I'm gone forever. The ranch is yours, no matter what if you just give me a week to get to see you..and talk to you. Speaking of the ranch, you need to see how wonderful it is. I've arranged for you to tour the ranch tomorrow. I suggest that Julie stay here with me while you're touring because of her still weak stomach while you're looking at Eden." "Eden? Isn't that a little presumptuous to name a ranch?" "Eden is a paradise where two people..a man and a woman...started their own world. This was your father's and my paradise. After you've had time to look at it a little closer, you'll know why we chose to call this little piece of jungle Eden." ****** Lynne runs me out of bed at four in the morning, and sits with me at the breakfast table while the cook fills my belly with pancakes. When breakfast is over, she sends me off with her ranch foreman in one of the jeeps. The foreman drives for a couple of hours, then we ride horseback for another three hours before we reach the top of a plateau where we can see the whole ranch. I can see the main river that we came in on and several small rivers that criss- crossed Eden before feeding into the main river. The view from the plateau is stupendous and I can easily see why my parents fell in love with the place. Then the foreman escorts me through most of the fields so that I can see the crops and the different farm crews at work. Five thousand acres and four hundred full time employees isn't a bad little spread. As I get out of the jeep at the hacienda, Julie comes running out of the house. I can tell from her expression that something is terribly wrong. She runs into my arms and I tightly hold her as she groans "It was horrible. Your mother and I were sitting on the couch talking. She was smoking and something happened to her. Her eyes glazed over before her eyes lost focus and she dropped her cigarette in the couch. She didn't bother to get it so I jumped up and grabbed it, seeing that it had already burnt a hole in the couch. Before I could put it out, she grabs my arm and throws me to the ground. The fall knocked the breath out of me and then she jumped on my back and began pulling my hair and calling me names. I don't know much Spanish, but she was calling me all sorts of dirty names while she slapped me and held me down. I fought with her but couldn't push her off of me. I yelled for help and the doctor came running with some of the servants. She kept insisting that she was someone named Ramone. The doctor told me later that about five years ago, a field hand named Ramone raped your mother and your father killed him. He also told me that your mother has hallucinated before that she was him.that she goes in cycles about who she thinks she is." Julie's eyes are coated with tears as she recounts the terrible day that she just experienced. I hold her as she continues "It was horrible. She fought us as if she was the devil, kicking, biting and cursing in Spanish. She kept insisting that she was Ramone until she fell asleep from the doctor's injection." "Where is she now?" "Sleeping. Johnny, I'm scared. She scares me. You weren't there today to see her. Don't leave me with her again!" she asks, her voice dropping to a low plaintive whimper that I find hard to ignore. ****** The woman sitting with us at the next morning's table is Lynne. But it is a very different Lynne from the Lynne that greeted us the day we arrived. The doctor's medication makes her so mellow and withdrawn that she is more like a zombie than a friendly relative. She eats when commanded to eat and sits where the male nurse tells her to sit. Her eyes are glazed over and she stares at us as if we don't exist. Doctor Garcia apologizes for her actions, explaining that he has experimentally reduced her morning's medication dosage to see whose personality is in control. If it is still Ramone's personality then she will stay doped up for a couple of days. While Julie and I observe, the doctor questions Lynne. She answers the questions as if she is Lynne. The doctor suggests that we get the cook to pack us a picnic lunch, grab one of the jeeps, and explore the ranch on our own while he watchs Lynne, decreasing the dosages of medicine that he has been giving her. Agreeing with his suggestion, we get the hell out of there. We spend the day down by one of the rivers. The foreman gave us a map showing the good places to swim, so we find a clear pool where we can skinny-dip and soak up the sun on a river sandbar, enjoying the sun, the soothing jungle noises, and the river. And we also share a little loving. By the time that we drive back to the ranch, the sunset is creating a very romantic backdrop to the hacienda. Lynne is sitting on the porch talking to Juan; both of them are sipping martinis and smoking as if everything is normal. After we park the jeep, Juan stands up and excuses himself as Lynne says, "They tell me that I made a fool of myself yesterday. I'm sorry if I scared you, Julie. I can't help myself. But you don't have anything to worry about because my hallucinations typically don't re-occur for several days." "Why don't you go see a specialist?" I ask, my voice gruff as I try to come to grips with how I should treat this woman who is obviously sick. The old woman shrugs, "I have. My local doctors sent me to Rio. The doctors in Rio sent me to doctors in Baltimore and London and also to Sidney. The specialists are familiar with my symptoms but don't have any encouraging solutions. One solution is to do a lobotomy, which will remove my remaining personality and memory. The left- over personality would be similar to a zombie but I would be cured according to the so-called specialists." We talk some more and I begin to recall additional memory's about her from my childhood years. I remember the way that her mouth crinkles when she laughs, the way that her eyebrows arch as she makes a statement, and the way that she sometimes rolls her tongue up as she thinks about something. And I also remember her smoking habit; how she would bend her elbow and hold the hand holding the cigarette straight up. By the time that we turned in for the night, the three of us are laughing and enjoying each other's company a little better. Some of the strain of meeting each other and Lynne's attack, are quickly forgotten as we are charmed by the older woman's strong personality. ****** The next morning, Julie's stomach is giving her some more problems and Lynne suggests that I accompany her on a horseback riding jaunt while Julie rests. The doctor seconds the suggestion, reminding me that Lynne probably won't have another medical problem for several days; and that the outdoor ride with me will do her some good. I ride a big bay and Lynne rides a small sorrel that is more suited to her smaller size. Lynne leads us across several fields, and down to one of the tributary rivers. We follow the riverbank until we cross over the river at a crossing. Then she follows some old trails through some rough looking jungle terrain until she finds the ravine that she's searching for. We dismount and lead the horses down into the ravine, then ride them slowly for about half a mile through the various ravine branches before she stops her horse again. Dismounting, she stares up at me as with a weird half smile on her face as she proclaims "This is also your land. We don't farm it but we own it and keep the natives off of it. Come with me and I'll show you why I really wanted you to come here. It's the secret of Eden and our wealth." I climb off my horse, being very glad for the opportunity to stretch my legs which aren't used to horseback riding. Lynne walks down a small gully about thirty feet then points at the vine covered wall. I look at where she is pointing but don't see anything. She walks straight toward the vines, parts a couple of vines with her hands and steps through them, disappearing from sight. Startled by her sudden disappearance, I stop to stare, not sure if I want to proceed or not. Her voice echoes slightly from behind the vines as she calls out "Come on and see the secret of Eden." I part the vines where Lynne disappeared and see an opening in the cliff face behind the vines. Pushing the hanging vines aside, I follow her into the opening. She is standing about ten feet inside the cave opening which turns into a man-made tunnel deeper inside the cliff. I watch fascinated as she lights a couple of old kerosene lanterns with her cigarette lighter. She hands me a lantern while explaining "Your father's research led him all over the jungle until he found this hidden place. We used the last of our money to buy this ranch and set up the farm so that we would have an excuse for being way out here in the general vicinity of this tunnel. Then we would sneak over here and continue our research. Just John and me. Follow me and watch your head. The natives that dug this tunnel over eight hundred years ago were smaller than me." I follow her deep into the tunnel, which starts going downhill quickly. As we go deeper, I smell the slightest trace of sulfur in the air. There are steps carved into the stone in a couple of steep places and there is one very steep place where we climb down a forty-foot ladder. After ten minutes of scrambling through the small tunnel carved into the rock, we arrive at a small cavern. In the center of the cavern is the long-dead but well-preserved body of my father resting on a stone altar. Chapter 3 - The cave I almost shit in my britches. It is definitely my dead father lying there on the rock alter. The body is an much older version of the man that I barely remember, but I know that it is clearly the same fucking son-of-a-bitch that ran off so many long years ago to chase a dream, ignoring his only son - me. His cloth-wrapped body is lying on a long flat rock in the center of the room, reminding me somewhat of the old biblical resurrection stories. After my initial shock of seeing my father's body, I notice that there isn't any sign of decay on his body. His body looks as if he just died within the last few minutes. I turn to stare at Lynne who is silently watching me. Knowing that I have thousands of questions whirling though my mind, she walks toward the body. She is whispering, but the whispers loudly echo around the cave's large chamber as if her lips are only an inch from my ear "This is where he wanted to spend eternity. This room and that rock were used by the old Indian's as a sacrificial altar. The top and base of the altar are coated with layers of ancient dried blood. When he unexpectedly died, I brought him here by myself, dragging him and carrying him until I got him down here. Then I performed the ritual that he wanted - an old Indian ritual that he had recently personally translated and documented. When I came back a month later, there wasn't any change in his body. It's been two years now and as you can see, there's not a bit of decay. I think it's partially because of the ritual and partially because of the chemicals in the cave's air. Under the cloth, he's completely naked. And he's got a magnificent hard-on. If he'd had something as hard as his current erection occasionally when he was alive, you'd have several younger brothers and sisters. When I hold his cock in my hand, I can almost feel his pulse throbbing in his magnificent erection. Would you like to feel it?" A shudder goes through me as I feel revulsion at the horrible thought of just touching my dead father, much less holding my father's two-year-old dead cock in my bare hand. Stunned by her question, I find myself thinking about what my old friend Pete would say or do if he was in this situation. Ignoring her repugnant suggestion, I ask, "I thought that he was buried in the city." "There's a grave and headstone there to resolve some of the legal problems, but the casket is empty. If I'd buried him there, he'd be a putrid mess of bones and wormy flesh now. Instead, he's perfectly preserved." I slowly walk toward my father's body, staring at my father's perfectly preserved face in the dim light of the lanterns. I am drawn to look at the dead man because I know that I will never, ever, come back into this damn cave. I stand close to the rock altar, holding up my lantern so that it casts its light so that I can clearly see the face that I spent so much of my youth trying to forget. Looking at the dead man's face brings back a lot of old memories that I was able to successfully forget. Until now, that is. As I stare at my father, I feel my mother take the lantern from my hand for some unstated reason and hang the lantern on a nearby hook. I surrender it without question because I am really stunned by the turn of events that brings me to this cave to see my father for the last time. As I continue to stare at my father's face with my mind full of memories that I don't want to remember; my peripheral vision barely sees the rapidly moving shadow of a club descending toward the back of my head. ****** The first thing that I know as I awaken is that my head hurts. My neck hurts. Every part of my body hurts. HURTS! Slowly I open my eyes, trying to shake off the painful and leaden feel of my hurting body. As my barely focusing eyes stare at the cavern's roof, I remember where I am and faintly recall the last few seconds of consciousness just before the club hit me. I try to move but discover that I'm tightly restrained to something solid with several layers of well-placed ropes. Turning my head to look around the cave, I see that several torches have been lit around the cave's perimeter while I was knocked out. I immediately discover that I'm naked, tied to the sacrificial stone altar that my father's dead body was resting on, and a grubby blanket is placed under my head to serve as a pillow. Turning my head as far as my tightly restraining ropes will permit it, I stare into the dim recesses of the huge dark cavern trying to understand why I'm tied up like this. And one of the most puzzling questions rushing through my still dazed mind is "where is Lynne????" "I'm sorry that I had to hit you, but I didn't think that you would be willing to undress and lie down on the altar for me." Lynne's quaky grandmotherly voice echoes around the cavern's walls. I turn my head in the direction of the voice, seeing only the dim outline of someone standing in the shadows. As I look at the faintly visible outline, the shadowy outline moves forward into the light cast by the multiple torches, confirming the shadowy person's identity. It is Lynne that is slowly moving toward me from out of the shadows but it certainly isn't the Lynne that I ever expected to see. She is completely naked. Her `naked as a newborn baby' pale-white grandmotherly body is covered with a myriad mixture of native paint symbols that you would expect to see only on the pages of a National Geographic magazine article about African native tribes. Her small slender body shows the same aged wrinkled appearance as her face. As expected for any woman that is sixty years old, her breasts are sagging. A comparative thought momentary fills my very confused mind as I decide that I saw semi-naked twenty year old women back in Rio whose heavy breasts sagged more than my mother's sixty-plus-year old firm-looking breasts sag. Although she is my mother and a naked senior citizen, I notice that her slender body appears to be quite firm and still somewhat shapely for her age. After five full seconds of staring at her painted symbol- coated naked body which is slowly walking toward me, I recover enough from the mind-numbing shock of my situation so that I recognize that I need to quickly find some way to escape from my restraining ropes. Tugging mightily, I strain as I try to use brute strength to break free from my ropes. For several seconds, only my head moves as I strain and flex every muscle on my body to try to break free. About the same time that my face turns beet red from my exertion, I finally decide that my normal strength can't budge the tightly tied ropes. Recognizing that Lynne is now standing close by the alter, I turn my face to stare up at her sardonically smiling face. The evil gleam twinkling in her eyes and the devilish smile on her lips causes a faint shudder to roar through my body. A cold chill raises every hair on my body as I realize that it is my mother who is responsible for this terrible predicament. For most of my life, I've imagined my mother to be a terrible ogre because of her childhood abandonment of me. In the last few days, I've tried to forget that image and to think of her as a kindly grandmotherly type. But now with her standing naked over my tightly restrained body and seeing the evil grin on her smiling face, I know that my childhood impressions of my mother are frightenly correct. Terrified by my confusing thoughts, I panic and scream "LET ME GO!" I instantly realize my mistake as my loud scream echoes so loud from the cave's opera-house-like acoustics that my own scream makes me think that my ear drums are going to burst. Ten seconds after I screamed, a faint echo can still be heard in the distant reaches of the cave's various tunnels. Lynne bends over my body, positioning her face so that her lips are only inches from my lips. I want to stare into her evil eyes and to try to somehow find an ounce of goodness somewhere deep within her soul. But my eyes are drawn to focus on her lips as she softly whispers in a too-friendly- so-that-it-has-to-be-evil type of voice that reminds me of the horrible witch that Hansel and Gretel faced. Her soft whisper burns into my ears that are still ringing from my too-loud scream "Johnny. I can't do that. Even if I wanted to turn you loose, your father...John Senior wouldn't let me do it. You see, he's really still alive and you're his only chance to live. If I let you loose, then he dies. And when he dies, I die because I don't have the skills that he has...YET. But if I perform the ritual on you, we'll all live. Don't you see that what I'm doing, is for the best? Just as I gave you life years ago, it's now your turn to give us life..your life." "WHAT FUCKING RITUAL?" I scream, my head again being rocked by the loud echoes as my scream reverberates from the cave's walls. She lifts my head quickly and wraps a thick gag around my mouth, muffling my voice as I continue to panic and scream. When there is relative silence again because of the gag, she whispers in that evil voice that I knows that I'll never forget "The Fountain of Youth is a misnomer. There's no way to regain youth but there is a way to become young again. It's possible to exchange bodies and that's why I brought you and Julie here. John and I need your bodies..your youth and energy. It had to be you because you would've inherited every thing on our death. You would've challenged anyone else, even us in our new bodies, if you'd ever discovered that we had cheated death. When John decided that you were the perfect host, I had to agree with him." Panic roars through my body as I strain against my bonds and try to understand what she is saying to me. I don't know what she is planning to do to me but I sure as hell don't like what I've heard so far from the fucking evil bitch. I know that my actions to burst my bonds are futile, but I can't give up without a fight. My whole body is tightly restrained to the cold rock altar and the only thing that I can barely move is my head. As I jerk and thrash against the ropes, I feel something that makes me shudder uncontrollably with fear. I feel her cold hand brush lightly against my naked inner legs a brief half second before her fingers grasp my exposed cock. Because of the gag around my mouth, my screams sounds like a muffled groan. I try to resist as her hand fondles me but I can't escape her terrifying touch. Gasping for breath while I attempt to slow down my racing heart, I concentrate on sensing what she is doing to me. The first rational thought that I have, is that her hand feels cold. Lynne's cold hand doesn't feel warm nor as friendly as Julie's hand does when Julie plays with my cock. I try to think rationally but the terror overtakes me so that I lose control again. I scream again but the gag muffles the scream so that it isn't as loud as Lynne's ongoing whispers about what a magnificent cock I have. Straining against the ropes, I can barely lift my head so that I can see Lynn's upper body as she stands beside the altar. I stare at her facial profile, knowing that she is staring just as intently as my cock that she is holding in her hand. Her look is a mixture of greed, evil and lust as she momentarily plays with me. My neck muscles are hurting from the strain of fighting the ropes so much that I can't keep looking at her. Dropping my head back onto the flat surface, I shut my eyes as I try to accept the horrible fact that it appears that my mother is going to rape me. Like most rape victims when they discover that rape is inevitable, I try to distance myself mentally from my predicament. I try to ignore the cold hands stroking me, trying to build an erection. I concentrate on building a mental image of Julie and me escaping this evil woman's plantation as I throw a match to burn the damn place to the ground. Then I feel my cock beginning to burn as she rubs something on it; making it even more difficult for me to ignore what she is doing to me. Straining against my bonds, I struggle to raise my head just enough so that I can see that she is coating my cock with some black liquid that looks like black milk. I try to thrash and pull away from her but can't resist her activities because of the way that I'm tied. After a few seconds of fruitless struggling, I recognize that I can't stop her from putting that black stuff on me; so I quit struggling to save my strength. Jerking my head back up to stare down between my legs, I observe that my black-gunk coated cock is completely erect. She smiles an evil smile at me and whispers; her voice sounding evil like a witch speaking a spell as she adds `blood of a turnip' to her caldron of evil brew "You've got a big cock. I was worried that you might have a small cock that would be about the same barely-useable size as your late daddy's cock but I'm happy to see that it's one of the bigger ones that I've had the privilege to see in my limited lifetime. No wonder Julie loves you. A woman has to love a man with a cock that is this big and can get this hard..under the right circumstances. Well, my little man, we don't have time to play around much more so I'm going to get down to business. I think that you'll like the first part of the ritual but you most definitely won't like the rest of what I'm going to do you." I gasp as she climbs up on the altar with me and sits on top of me, with her knees around my lower waist as if we are lovers. In the dim lantern light, her normal gray eyes glow darkly as she adjusts herself so that she is sitting on top of me; positioning her inner thighs so that she is almost touching my stiff erection. It is one of the wonderful types of positions favored by lovers that would have been welcomed by me under other circumstances. And with someone other than my fucking bitching mother. My rock hard erection is throbbing and laying heavily on my belly; feeling harder than normal. I assume that the reason for my unnatural erection must be because of whatever that black stuff is that she coated it with. Refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing the absolute terror and anger that I feel, I stare straight up at the cave's ceiling, mentally determined to ignore whatever it is that she is going to do to me. When I feel her fingertip touch my engorged shaft and slowly trace the pulsing vein the entire length of the shaft, I fight the dual sensations that her touch causes by shutting my eyes and trying to control my emotions. One part of me, the physical part, is enjoying her touch and causing a throbbing pulse to beat through every nerve of my body. Another part of me, the mental part, is screaming that `it is your fucking mother raping you. RESIST!!!!' I feel my body break out with cold sweat from the uncontrollable emotions racking my body with the delightful pleasure and mental agony. Then I feel her hold my cock so that it is touching her pubic hair as she adjusts her position over my restrained unmoving body. When her cold hand wraps around my hard cock and points it upward from my body, I shudder as the throbbing blood pounds through every inch of my body. Quickly recognizing that I can't stop her rape of my body, I make a quick decision to pretend that it's Julie doing this to me. However when she rubs my sensitive cockhead against her coarse vagina hair which feels like steel wool as compared to the real Julie's cotton-yarn soft vagina hair, I recognize that I won't be able to mentally escape the rape. Opening my eyes, I stare at the sardonic grin on her face as she rubs my cockhead against her vagina lips with one hand while her other hand is madly cupping and squeezing her own breast. Tensing her thighs slightly, she adjusts her position over me so that her vagina lips are directly over my cock. Winking at me as if we are long-time lovers sharing a secret, she holds my cock tightly as she eases her vagina down over my cock, letting the steel-hard cock force its way deep inside her glistening pussy as she lowers her body on it. As soon as she has the entire shaft buried in her wet pussy, she leans her head back and rolls her head around in small circles as her inner muscles squeeze my cock. Her eyes look glazed-over and there is a look on her face of total rapture as she enjoys the first few moments of feeling the hard cock within her. She licks her lips with her tongue as she leans forward, resting her weight on her hands as she digs her fingernails lightly into my chest. Her weight shifts slightly as she momentary adjusts the position of my cock inside her. Rolling forward suddenly, she bends over until her lips are only inches from my gagged lips as she whispers "I wish that I could free your hand so that you could play with my titties, but I think that you'd try to escape. Too bad, because I will be the best fuck that you'd ever had. I also know that I'm going to be the last fuck. Enjoy it, sonny." Sitting back up in the normal ninety-degree lover's position, she begins using her leg muscles to lift and plummet herself back down onto my impaled staff. ****** I beat my head against my pillow, trying to resist her as she rapes me, trying to break my bonds so that I can escape, trying to knock myself unconscious so that I won't have any memories of what she is doing to me and also try anything else that I can do to escape my mother's evil clutches. I bit my lip, hoping the pain will override the pleasure and struggle against her inner thighs but the more that I struggle, the more pleasurable her cunt feels to me. Yes, pleasurable. I find that my mind is so overwhelmed with enjoyable sensations that I can't concentrate on escaping my precarious situation and can only think about the warm and pleasurable sensation of my cock buried deep within her tight pussy. Within a minute, I'm not able to struggle any more and find myself arching my back as far as I can because of the ropes and moving my hips to meet her hips as I become her willing stud. I quickly forget that I am tied to an ancient stone altar, that she intends to steal my body, that she is a sixty-year- old woman; a woman almost forty years older than me and worst of all, SHE IS MY MOTHER. My little head is doing all the thinking for my extremely horny body and I am straining to fuck her as hard as I can. If she will untie me, I know that I'll temporarily forget about escaping and become her very willing lover. The warm feeling of her wet cunt wrapping around my throbbing cock is the best sex that I've ever had in my short life; even that first piece of secretary ass. I feel her stiffen as an orgasm roars through her body. My deeply impaled cock is immediately coated with a hot gushing liquid and I enjoy the momentary warmth as the hot liquid cum oozes down into my pubic hair and begins dribbling down the crack of my ass. After several bone- jarring shudders and intense pressure from her firm inner vagina muscles, she collapses on me as if she is a dead weight. But I continue stroking her using that one-inch of hip upper motion that my ropes permit. After a couple of seconds of her dead weight lying on me, I feel her stir. She sits back upright and smiles down at me like a grinning Cheshire Cat as she digs her fingernails into my chest, raking my chest as she slowly rises and falls on my still rock-hard staff one last time. All the time she is staring into my eyes as if she is a cobra preparing for the kill and I know that I'm staring back at her with my eyes full of lust, showing my intensely strong desire to keep fucking her. She slowly bends her head toward me; our eyes staring into each other eyes as her face approaches my face; our bodies totally merged at the pubic area. With one quick jerk, she pulls the gag from my face; then stares into my eyes, waiting for me to scream. Her lips are only inches from my lips and I can feel her hot breath teasing my hungry lips. But I don't scream. I'm so overwhelmed with lust and desire for her that I can only beg for more. Yes, I beg and whimper for her to keep fucking me. As her glistening lips touch my lips, I shut my eyes and compare my wonderful mother's probing tongue to my sweet memories of my dear Julie's tongue probing my mouth. I know that it isn't Julie's warm lips touching my lips and that it isn't Julie that I am fucking. But I don't care because the sex is so wonderful. Lynne's hands lightly hold my head as we tongue fucked each other while my cock keeps ramming repeatedly into her hot box. I knew that it is my sixty-year-old plus mother, but it is also the best pussy that I'd ever had and that's all that matters at this moment. With a groan, I feel that familiar gusher building up in my balls. I gulp her tongue, pulling her warm tongue deeper into my mouth as I arch my back, thrusting my cock into her as deep as I can. Recognizing my impending eruption, she pauses and holds me tightly; waiting for that magical moment when everything will explode from deep inside me. I feel that internal freight train of cum boiling through my body and I ram her as hard as I can tied to the damn altar as she matches my ramming action with her own hard thrusts. With an eruption that I know has to bust blood vessels in my cock, I explode the most wonderful load of cum into her, as I collapse totally exhausted on the hard rock altar. For several minutes we just lay there, both of us totally exhausted. She is lying on my chest, my face covered with her thick white hair. I am actually enjoying the warmth of her body and feeling her heartbeat with my cock. I am also enjoying the warm, liquid feel of my pubic area where our mixed juices drain down my ass. Then she sits up, revealing that most of the paint that she had applied to her chest, is wiped off by my sweat-soaked chest. Lifting her legs slightly, she slowly pulls up until my flaccid cock pops out of her tight pussy. She pulls my gag back up around my mouth, whispering "The jungle herbs that I smeared on your cock, turned us both on. I've never had such a good fuck and I hope that you'll forgive me for what I've got to do next." She steps away, moving out of my limited range of vision. Then I see her step back toward me, carrying something that looks like a club covered with a rag. The last thing that I remember seeing, is that she swings her club at my head again. ****** I feel odd and quite weird. It isn't like anything that I have ever experienced before. My mind feels as if I am falling down a never-ending elevator shaft; a long deep shaft without a bottom. Then I begin to drift from my fall as consciousness returns slowly, pulling me out of the shaft. My swimming head hurts but I can't remember why it hurts. I try desperately to open my eyes. I feel sick. I want to vomit but can't because of the gag in my mouth. And I hurt. My whole body hurts and aches. I strain and discover that I am still tied to the stone altar. Slowly parting my eyelids, my eyes struggle to focus as I stare up at the cavern room, remembering what I had just done. I had FUCKED MY MOTHER. Well almost. She is the woman that conceived me so many years ago but she has never nurtured me as my mother was supposed to have taken care of me. I hadn't thought about her for so many previous years that it was somewhat easy to think of her as not being related to me. As my memory returns, I feel anger remembering how she gave me some type of jungle herb aphrodisiac so that she could rape me. Yeah, that's what happened. I was raped. I might have been a somewhat willing participant and enjoyed it, but I was definitely tied down, drugged and robbed of my ability to reason. I WAS RAPED. As I though about how I will explain this to Julie, my concentration is broken by a whisper from the dim shadows asking in a very familiar sounding voice "Have you figured it out yet?" Raising my head, I stare into the shadows, seeing only a dim figure standing back in the shadows. As I watch, the figure steps forward until the torchlight reveals something that causes my heart to stop for a second. It is my body standing at the edge of the dimly lit wall. My naked body. My naked body with my face. My face smiling at me. Jerking my head back and craning my neck as far as the ropes will let me, I stare down at my rope restrained body, seeing a small, petite, elderly female body with tits, and a matted pubic mound that barely covers a obvious set of cunt lips. I can barely lift my hands which I see aren't my large masculine hands, but are her crippled arthritic hands. I can't see my face but I've seen enough to know that it isn't my body that I am looking at. I am in Lynne's sixty-year-old female body and she is in my body. I scream "OH SHIT!" immediately regretting it as the loud continuous echo almost shatters my new fragile ancient eardrums. It isn't my strong male voice, but her ancient crackling voice that echoes back at me. I scream again, releasing only a high pitched screech as I struggle with my ropes. As the realization strikes me that I'm not dreaming, I feel faint and pass out. ****** Cold water is splashed in my face. Jerking my head and groaning as I sputter from the water, I struggle to move as another handful of water soaks my face. Opening my dazed eyes, I stare confusedly at the nearby river and jungle on the other side of the water. Jerking my head around as I struggle to shake off the still-drugged feeling, I stare straight into a nearby pair of eyes that I easily recognize. I recognize the eyes as being my own eyes. But I'm not looking into a mirror. The eyes are Johnny Kimball's eyes. Seeing my eyes again caused me to remember that I'm not him anymore. Seeing the smiling young face that has always been reflected back in the mirror at me, causes a shock that almost stops the old woman's ancient heart that is now my heart. Every memory of the horrible rape by my mother and subsequent body exchange with her, roars through my head as I painfully remember every waking moment of my rape and body exchange with my mother. I know that my new body's blood-shot eyes must show the terror that I feel. My mouth gapes open because of the mixture of terror, confusion and frustration. I feel my lips move but no words escape my mouth as I stare terrified into the young man's eyes that used to be my eyes. His youthful eyes are smiling with laughter; as if to mock the terror on my now ancient face. "Welcome back to Eden." The crisp authoritative voice states confidently, from the smiling lips that were stolen from me. He is dressed in the clothes that I was wearing when we left the ranch this morning. Looking down at my new body, I see that I'm dressed in the clothes that Lynne had been wearing when we left the ranch; a blouse, skirt, and some fancy women's riding boots. Not only is it her clothes but it also is Lynne's smaller female body that I'm really seeing in the bright light of day. My fists tightly clinch as I correctly conclude that it hadn't been a dream and that we actually exchanged bodies. If we did that, then we also fucked. I try to move, to attack him and somehow overpower him. But the new young man is easily able to dodge my mad rush and to trip me so that I fall flat on my face in the sand. Struggling to my feet, I manage to stand up as the fucking asshole bemusedly watches me as I painfully discover that I'm definitely not as strong now as before the body exchange. Rising to my feet and staring up at my taller former body's grinning face, I know that my new old woman's face shows my intense hatred and total anger as we stare into each other's eyes. He smiles that silly Cheshire Cat grin as he explains, "The old ritual had some options that we could choose. I selected one that would allow me to retain your memories while not giving you that capability. So I've got my own memories, and also all of your memories. I remember quite plainly how Julie and you..that is I remember how Julie and I fucked down on the sand bar yesterday, for example. Remember how my old buddy, Pete used to constantly hit up on me and how jealous his homosexual desires for me would make Julie. As you can see, with your memories, I can easily pass any test that anyone would give you. I'm John Kimball Junior now, which means that you're going to have to learn to be me." "You'll never get away with it. I don't care how much you think that you know about me, but you'll never be able to fool anyone. You won't fool Julie and I'm going to scream to the world how you stole my body." I yelled, almost stumbling when I heard the higher pitched voice emit from my new ancient lips. "For the short time that it's necessary to continue this charade with her, you can be assured that I will fool Julie. And everything is set up to take care of you. Look coming across the river." I turn and see the doctor crossing the river toward us. For a moment, I consider running toward him and screaming for help, but I correctly determined that I need to save my breath for the best possible moment to escape. Spinning back around, I stare at my former male body, feeling very uncomfortable as he continues to smile that silly smirk at me. Our eyes remained riveted in a non-blinking stare as we try to figure out what the other one is going to do next. I've given up on imagining that this is nothing more than a bad dream and am really believing that it has happened to me. I still don't understand how it is possible but I know that we've exchanged bodies. I'm now an old woman and my fucking bitching mother is now a young man. My mother is now me and I'm her. But I refuse to give up that my identity to the evil bitch without a fight. No matter what, I'm still Johnny Kimball. So what if my body is now forty years older and the opposite sex. That might be my stolen body standing only inches from me but it's still my bitchy mother. It might be a HE now but HE will never be me. I don't know I'll do it, but I'll find some way to reverse the process. Standing like two gunfighters getting ready to battle it out, we watch each other. To an outsider it would appear that I'm scared and confused while HE appears to be playing some sort of game which amuses HIM to see how terrified HE can make me become. Out of the corner of my eyes, I watch the approaching doctor, waiting until he gets close enough to help me escape. As the doctor's horse strides out of the river, I suddenly turn and run toward the doctor as fast as I can with my weaker and much shorter new legs. I look back only once and am a little surprised to discover that I'm not being chased by my stolen male body. Stopping in front of the doctor, I yell in a screech-sounding voice "I'm the real Johnny. You know - John Kimball Junior. She stole my body and gave me her old body. That's really my mother." The doctor looks at me as if I'm crazy. Then lifting one foot over his saddle, he drops to the ground beside his horse. Reaching into the medical bag hanging from the saddle, Doctor Garcia removes a hypodermic needle. When I see the needle in his hand, I know that something Is drastically wrong. Backing up from the potential foe holding the needle, I quickly discovers that HE is standing behind directly behind me. I try to escape but HE holds me in a steel grip as HE steadies my scrawny weak arm for the doctor and the approaching needle. A scream from my lips scares the birds out of the trees but it is a short scream as HIS large hand covers my mouth. As I struggle, kick and jerk to try to escape from the strong arm that is restraining my much weaker body, I feel the needle prick my arm and a warm burn begin in my arm at the center of the needle prick. Within seconds, I feel the warm burn spread throughout my small body and some of the tensions escape as my new body began to loosen up. As my drugged body relaxes, my mind is still whirling, still thinking as I hear a faint voice in my ear. It's a voice that I know quite well because it's my old voice stating "I've been planning this for over two years. The time that I spent in the Taiz Hospital was to establish a medical diagnosis that would fit the symptoms that you're currently displaying. Right now, you're very paranoid and you're claiming that you're someone else - your own son, to be exact. A symptom that specialists have previously observed and diagnosed. When we take you to the hospital this time, they'll keep you for a long time. At least for the two years that it takes to get around the very stiff inheritance tax laws in this country. And my friend, the good doctor will be one rich man for taking good care of you during those two years." ****** I stare at HIM, my mind going blank as the doctor's drugs reduce my thinking ability and willpower so that I'm not capable of thinking or acting for myself. I am turned into a zombie; unable to comprehend anything except very simple directions. I feel like a bubble is around me which restricts my movement and turns all noise into a dull roar which my mind rejects. But when someone gets through the bubble and tells me to do something, I feel this strong compulsion to obey without any resistance. When HE commands me to walk, I walk, not caring which direction or how far. I can hear them talking but have difficulty thinking about what they are saying and I really don't care to listen to them. I just know that I feel very relaxed, comfortable and I want to lie down so that I can sleep. But their constant prodding keeps me moving. They lift me on top of one of the horses and tie me to the saddle so that I won't fall off, then the doctor leads my horse by the bridle while HE gallops off on the other horse; the big one that I'd been riding earlier. HE. HIM. IT. Yeah, IT is probably a better choice of gender to call my former body. What do you call a body that you used to inhabit but is now occupied by someone of the opposite gender? What do you call yourself? Shit, I'm a fucking woman now. Or am I? I don't know. I feel so confused. I have tits bouncing around on my chest but they're not my tits. I know.possession is nine-tenths of the law so some damn lawyer can probably prove that they are now my tits. But I refuse to claim them. They're my mother's tits. Mother hell!!! She ain't my mother. My mother wouldn't do this to me. She's a bitch. Even if she's now in my stolen body. Does that make IT a bastard now? I feel so confused. I want to fall asleep. The gentle rocking motion of the horse and the drugs make me feel so sleepy. But I know that I can't rest. I have to warn Julie. I have to tell her who I really am. I have to warn her that she is in danger from IT. And that we must escape. I don't realize it but I dozed off as the doctor led the horse back to the hacienda. I awakened when someone lifted me from the saddle and stood me on my feet. For several seconds, I have difficulty getting my balance and would've fallen except for the strong arms of the tall men that are holding me. Gee, everyone seems so tall now that I'm a small woman. Raising my head to look around takes a strong mental effort. I know that a little drool is escaping my mouth because I feel it drip down my face. I stare at Julie and IT - my real body. They are standing on the porch watching me. IT has his arms around her and they are talking. I open my mouth to warn her but even I couldn't understand the drivel that I am shouting. My mouth is numb and I am mumbling something intelligible. As the two men use their strong bodies to lead me into the house, I turn my head and stare at Julie, trying to find some way to warn her. Just before the door shuts, blocking my view, I see her turn around and walk away with ITs arm around her waist. Chapter 4 - Lynne's commitment papers "Good morning." My face scrunches as if the words are screaming through my brain. Setting up suddenly, my face quickly changes from looking confused to looking very nauseous. My eyelids lift slowly as my blood-shot eyes blink open. My eyes quickly squint into an angry stare when I see the fucking doctor that drugged me, standing beside my bed. My reflexes push the bedsheets away from me, revealing to me that I'm not restrained and that my new legs are very bony looking. I hold one of my hands in front of my face staring at the slender hands that are partially crippled by arthritis. The hand is a reminder that the nightmare hasn't been just a dream. Instead of trying to escape, I grab my head, holding my head as if I'm only seconds away from screaming from the pain. I stare at the fucking doctor, wanting to kill him or anyone that comes within range of my killer fingernails. My own spoken words obviously hurt my very sensitive ears as I flinch while grumbling "I'm not Lynne. I'm really Johnny." Doctor Garcia softly replies "I know now that you're telling the truth. That's why I stopped your medication and you're not restrained. I didn't discover what was occurring until after I got you home and saw the obvious personality difference in the two of you. There's no way that he passes for you and I can help you prove what really happened. You've got a reaction to the medicine that'll wear off in a couple of hours so just try to keep moving until then. But we don't have much time to stop him. The person that's now in your stolen body has gone to the barn. I'm going to bring Julie in here so that we can warn her." My new voice croaks, sounding very different and much deeper, as a look of hope fills my lined face. My hand grabs the doctor's hand and clutches it as I struggle to blurt "Yeah, we've got to warn her. I'm feeling very sick and finding it difficult to concentrate." The doctor gently pulls away from my limp grasp as I grimace with pain. Going to the room's door, he opens the bedroom door allowing Julie to step into the room. Julie slowly approached the bed as my old woman's face lights up with a mixture of pain, terror, and happiness that Julie is all right. Squirming into a half sitting position, I hurriedly explains "Julie, thank God that you're all right. It's me..Johnny. My mother.the bitch tricked me into some ancient Indian ritual and she swapped bodies with me. She's after your body for my father, whose dead but his body's not rotted yet. We've got to escape because we're both in danger here." "Shhh, everything's ok." she whispers as she pats my old woman's liver-spotted hand, trying to calm me. Still feeling confused and dazed by whatever drugs were injected into my old woman's body, I don't recognize Julie's statement as being one of pity instead one of understanding what I'm trying to tell her. I try to get out of the bed so that I can guide Julie away from this crazy place until the two of us can find a way to reverse the body exchange. But the sudden movement cause my nervous stomach to cramp, causing me to collapse back onto the mattress. Gasping from the pain, I whimper "We've got to hurry." Behind Julie, a male voice teasingly declares, "You can see with your own eyes, that she's freaked out again." I raise my head to see IT standing behind Julie. I point a shaking finger at IT, screaming "RUN, JULIE." Julie doesn't move but instead pats my hand as she softly declares in her youthful melodic voice "Everything's going to be all right, Mother Lynne. Last night, Johnny and I decided to stay here and take care of you. We had a long discussion with the doctor about your illness and I understand. We're not going to leave you." I look at the younger woman's honest face, suddenly recognizing that Julie thinks that Johnny's mother is really a crazy woman and she's not believing a word of the truth that I'm telling her. IT steps beside Julie and IT is smiling that same stupid smirk that I've quickly learned to hate. I grab the lamp from the end table beside the bed and raise it over my head to throw the lamp at IT. The doctor grabs my arm and pushes me back onto the bed as I scream "JULIE" at the screeching top of my ancient voice. I fight the doctor with the determination of a cornered wildcat, but he easily jabs another needle into my arm because I only have the strength of a dying frog. As the medication's warmth spread through my body again and I collapse because the medicine steals my feeble strength, I can hear IT's voice as IT declares "That's what she did to me yesterday. I showed you the bruises on my head where she hit me with the rock and then scratched my chest as we fought. She's like a demon possessed. I think that I'm going to follow the doctor's advice and commit her to the mental hospital. I hate to do it, but she's a danger to everyone here." As the real Johnny Kimball falls asleep from the medication injected into the old woman's body, the old woman's lips mumble "No. Fuck NO." ****** A bright light shinning in my eyes awakens me. I try to go back to sleep, to dream my dreams but the gloved hand keeps pulling my eyelids open and shinning that flashlight into my eyes. I can hear a faint voice telling me to awaken but I don't want to escape my dreams. Then the hand slaps me; not hard, but hard enough to get my attention. I open my eyes slowly, staring at the person that has lightly slapped me. I don't recognize him or know where we are. The man apologizes as he introduces himself "Do you remember me? I'm Doctor Ramarza, the head of the Mental Hygiene ward of the Taiz Hospital. Doctor Garcia has applied for a long-term bed for you and I'm required by law to examine you. Do you remember being here before?" "NOOOO! I've never been here. It's a trick. I'm not really her - I'm ..." I blurt before realizing that I'm probably being set up again and that I need to think about what to tell him. "Who are you?" he asks, in a detached voice as he skims through a thick medical folder with the name Lynne Kimball printed in big block letters on the folder's outside. "I'm not who you think I am." I stammer, trying to think of a way to explain it, knowing that I don't really understand it myself. "Maybe I can help?" declares a very familiar voice on the other side of the privacy screen surrounding my hospital bed. Julie walks around the screen, wearing her familiar tight- fitting jeans and the T-shirt that I'd bought for her in Rio. She stands beside the bed, patting my hand as she softly tells me "The imposter screwed up and I discovered what was occurring last night. He's in the local jail and we're going to take you back to the cave as soon as Doctor Ramarza verifies your identity. Tell him who you are and what happened to you." I squeeze her hand as I feel tears flood my eyes, feeling a tremendous wave of relief that somehow we're both safe now. My ancient voice shakes as I proclaimed loudly to the Doctor "It's been a nightmare. My own mother did this to me. The fucking bitch imprisoned me into her body after raping me. She's got some fucking ancient ritual that she performed on me while I was tied to the altar. She became me and she's after Julie's body, planning on using it to resurrect my dead father." The doctor folds his chart, stares at me and asks, "For the official record, who are you and how old are you?" Julie sits down on the bed beside me, opening her purse as I eagerly answer the doctor's questions "Johnny Kimball, but my driver's license says John Kimball Junior - age twenty three. I'm an American and this is my financee who can verify my identity." "I see. You said that it's your mother's body and that she did this to you. How did she do it?" "She lured me to a cave. Then knocked me unconscious. When I came to, she raped me, then knocked me out again - then she exchanged bodies with me using one of those ancient Indian rituals." The sound of a lighter clicking beside me distracts me for a second, but I continue staring at the Doctor, looking for any sign that he believes me. Then I smell something that smells horrible. Something that I hadn't smelled in years but which I immediately recognize from its stinky smell. I turn my head slowly, my mouth hanging open in shock. A big thick cigar is tucked into the side of Julie's mouth. The cigar that she lit, is a Purerto Blanco - the favorite cigar that my father used to smoke. The cigar that my non- smoking Julie is now puffing on is something that only my father would smoke, as she smiles at me with the big cigar sticking out of her lipstick-coated mouth. For about five seconds the shock of seeing a cigar sticking out of my non-smoking Julie's pretty mouth stuns me almost as much as the realization of the truth. This isn't Julie sitting on the bed beside me; it is my father in her stolen body. I lunge at her and knock her to the floor as my anger- driven body pulls strength from some hidden reservoir. I remember screaming and wrapping my hands around her neck before someone pulls me off of her. Then I feel that damn warm burn in my butt cheek as someone jabs a needle into me. I am still screaming and struggling when I fall into a drugged sleep again. ****** They tell me that the operation was a success. A lobotomy can turn someone's brain into mush, but in my case, it tamed me down, removing my desire to be violent. So what if I lost my long term memory? I can remember back a week or so then everything becomes fuzzy. That's because my doctor didn't remove any of my brain tissue, but separated a portion of my brain with his scalpel and used a electro-shock treatment on the separated portion, destroying the connection between those brain cells. I don't know why they did it to me, because I don't remember ever being violent, but they say that I used to be a really mean old woman. When they told me that, I cried. I don't want to be mean. After my head healed from the surgery, the doctor's placed me in a private hospital room where I can rock in my rocking chair or play with my dolls. I've got several dolls, some of them are very beautiful dolls, some of them are just pretty dolls and I love playing with all of them. Dressing them in their little outfits, fixing their hair and making them look pretty is so much fun. When I'm not playing with my dolls, I'm knitting clothes for my dolls. It's difficult to knit with my arthritic hands but I've learned how to hold the needles. I'm not as fast a knitter as I would like to be, but I've got so many other fun things that I can do when my hands hurt too much to knit. I don't have many visitors. My doctor stops by to see me every week. Last week, he brought someone to see me. It was my son. I don't remember having a son, but the young man has a honest face and doesn't look like the sort of person that would lie to me. I wish that I could remember him. I know he looks familiar so he must be my handsome son. He brought his wife along with him. They make such a pretty couple. My son's so lucky to be married to the beautiful woman. I don't remember his name but I remember his face. Her name is.. I don't remember but I think it is April or something like that. Maybe May or June? I've got something called short- term memory. Did I tell you about that yet? I don't remember if I did, so pardon me if I repeat myself. It's difficult to remember something for more than a few days. I gave her a gift. It was one of my dolls. It was my favorite doll. Later when my orderly took me outside for a walk, I saw one of the other patients playing with my dolly. When I took it away from the patient, he said that he found it in a trashcan. I know the man's lying because I gave my doll to the pretty woman and I know that she'll love my doll as much as I love it. I wish I could remember the pretty woman's name. She looks so familiar and pretty. My son is a lucky man. Did I tell you that I have a son? My name is Lynne. Pardon me if I forget your name because I have a memory problem where I don't have any long term memory. I have to keep telling myself the things that I want to remember. Why, if I didn't keep telling myself that my own name is Lynne Kimball, I would probably forget who I am. Do you know my doctor's name? I think that I have a son named ....Oh, shit. I've already forgotten his name. Well, I'm sure that he'll understand that I've been sick and have some mental problems. That's why I'm here in this hospital. Did I tell you that my name is Lynne? Every morning I write it on the corner of my robe so that I can remember it and know who I am. It's terrible to be an old woman with all of these health problems but thank goodness that my son loves me enough to keep me here where they take good care of me. I like it here. It's the only home that I remember. Would you like to play with one of my dolly's? This one is my favorite...I think. ****** Juan Lopez is sitting on the hotel's veranda, smoking a cheap cigar and drinking straight from an open bottle. His suit looks as if he'd slept in it the last two or three nights, which is his normal appearance. Staring at the bottle, he fights the impulse to take another drink, knowing that he has to stay sober a little longer. "You sent for me?", grumbles Doctor Garcia as he sits down, positioning his chair across from the disheveled man. The doctor wrinkles his nose as he catches a whiff of the other man's very strong body odor. "Yeah, I'm out of money. My investments didn't pan out." "You mean, your horse lost again. You've gambled away a fortune in the last eighteen months and we're not going to give you anymore." "It's been a run of bad luck and my luck's gotta change soon. Just ask them for only one more hundred thousand dollars. They've got it. I know that they've got millions and won't miss a measly hundred grand. They owe it to me. Without me, they'd both be in jail now." "Are you threatening us?", challenges the doctor as he angrily slams his fist on the table. "No, I'm just asking for some extra little help. Just this once and I'll go away, never to bother you again." "I'll have to call them. Be here tomorrow at the same time.", instructs the doctor as he strides away without waiting for an answer. ****** The doctor puts the phone down and shakes his head. It is the answer that he expected her to give - `take care of the drunk! PERMANTLY!!!!!' He goes to the office wall safe and removes five hundred dollars, which he tucks into his pocket. A short taxi ride later, he is dropped off in front of a bar where he knows that he will find someone that wants to earn five hundred dollars and doesn't care what they have to do to earn it. ****** Juan Lopez walks slowly down the main corridor of the Taiz Hospital, looking for her face. He's already been to her room, but the orderly thinks that Mrs. Kimball will be in one of the dayrooms, watching television while she knits. Juan's been here twice to see the old woman since her lifetime commitment and subsequent surgery eighteen months ago. Once was at the request of the son to verify that she is totally unable to handle her affairs and to transfer unquestionable ownership to her `son' and the son's new bride. The other time, unbeknownst to the new Kimball family, was to talk to the old woman when no one else was around. He knows that the operation destroyed the old woman's memory. The person known as Mrs. John Kimball Senior by the hospital staff, remembers nothing of her former life or how she wound up in the hospital. She has occasional bits and fragments of her memory that she can recall but nothing fits together. She is content to sit and play with her dolls, her memory and identity taken away by the surgeon's knife and daily drugs. While she doesn't remember anything, Juan does remember; and he knows that he has to plan carefully how to use her imprisonment to his advantage. He came away from his second visit unsure how to use it, but knows that his knowledge of what occurred at the Eden Ranch can be worth millions to him. He knows what really happened eighteen months ago. Somehow the old bitch traded bodies with her son. Juan suspected something fishy was going on that day. Being a man that always liked to stay involved in potential business deals, he decided to silently watch and learn. When the doctor saddled up a horse that long-ago day, Juan quickly followed him, keeping far enough back to remain hidden. When the doctor dismounted and waited by the river, Juan found a comfortable log and watched from further upstream. Then he saw the doctor wade across the river and talk to a screaming Lynne Kimball. After the very upset old woman passed out from the doctor's injection, Johnny Kimball and the doctor hugged and kissed each other as if they were long lost lovers, which almost freaked Juan out. Then he followed the doctor back as the doctor led an unconscious Lynne back to her hacienda. When Juan decided that they were headed home, he took a different path and passed them, arriving at the hacienda only minutes after Johnny rode in. Juan slipped into the house and mixed some drinks, acting as if he'd been there all along. When the doctor brought the evidently drugged Mrs. Kimball back from their horseback ride, Juan knew that something had occurred but wasn't really sure what. He'd been a witness - an official witness that the son had positioned so that Juan could observe whatever the woman did when she was taken off the drugs. He watched Lynne's uncontrollable anger and outbursts as she was tricked into becoming maniacal. Only Juan recognized that what the quickly drugged woman was screaming, was probably the truth. The morning after the mother's heavy doping, the new `Johnny' insisted that Julie go with him for a horseback ride. As soon as they were out of sight, Juan rode rapidly through other trails until he crossed over the river, finding a place to hide in the bushes. He wasn't surprised when Johnny led Julie across the river and down into some ravines. Knowing that he might have to find his way back someday, Juan made some secret marks on the side of the ravine, marking his trail as he hurried through the various ravines following them. He almost lost them because he didn't see them walk through the vines, but he could hear them as Johnny paused to light the lanterns. Juan followed them into the tunnel, staying back in the shadows of the tunnel as they followed the downhill tunnel. Juan could hear Johnny's voice clearly as he described how his mother brought him here to show the ancient treasure that his father had discovered. Juan rushed to stay close enough to the light to see what he had to cross in the dark so he managed to keep up with them. He was close enough to hear the change in Julie's breathing echo through the cavern as she saw the body of John Senior on the altar - and to hear her groan as Johnny hit her on the head with the club. Juan watched as the unconscious woman was undressed and placed on the alter in the dead body's place. Then Johnny undressed and carried the lantern back into the far dimness, where he lifted a large flat stone, removing a leather wrapped package. Johnny removed a small container and painted his body with the substance, then unwrapped the canvas covered body of John Senior - who was also painted with the same substance. Then the lanterns were put out and the torches lit, hiding John Senior in the darkness. When Julie came to, Juan was torn with trying to rescue her or watching. Remembering his old law college theories that rescuing fair damsels didn't pay as well as blackmailing rich assholes, he watched. He watched as Johnny rubbed something between her legs - something that must've been a super aphrodisiac because Julie almost instantly began bucking to meet his hand, crying for him to fuck her. He played with her for about two minutes until she was completely lost to lust, then he picked up John Senior and laid the cadaver on her. Julie's understanding of whose hard cock that was being rammed into her, resulted in a second brief flash of humanity for Juan as she screamed. Just as he was about to do something to stop it, her screams started changing pitch as she began enjoying the hard cock that Johnny had guided into her. Juan knew that he'd never forget the rest of that day. After the second part of the ritual and the very evident body exchange, he watched as Johnny roughly pulled the cadaver from atop Julie's grinning body. Pushing the dead body aside, Johnny quickly untied the laughing Julie. As soon as the young woman was untied and able to move around, the naked Julie hugged and kissed Johnny as they laughed about how their plan had worked. Then Julie turned and twisted as she examined and laughed about her naked body as if it was the first time that she'd ever taken a close look at herself. She played with her nipples, twisting them as she made an obscene sucking motion with her mouth to Johnny, inviting him to suck on her titties. Because John Senior had been dead almost two years and didn't know what had occurred while he was dead, Julie started asking strange questions which tipped off Juan that the Julie that he was observing, probably wasn't the real Julie. And from the way that Johnny was also acting funny that it probably wasn't the real Johnny also. By the time that the new Julie was updated as to why it took almost two years - Lynne couldn't find the rock with the herbs hidden under it - Juan knew the truth. Johnny suggested that she should get dressed. She picked up the bra, looked at it and threw it away as she opted to go braless. By the time Johnny unceremoniously carried the body of John Senior back into the cave, and dropped it into a crevice, the new Julie was dressed and putting away the ancient parchments under the heavy stone. After Johnny covered the hiding place back up, the two of them walked by Juan's hiding place, acting as if they were two bubbly, giggling high school kids out on a first date. Again, he followed them, needing to use their light to find his way out of the cave. After they mounted their horses and rode back across the river crossing, Juan galloped his horse so that he could be waiting on the porch when they arrived. He discovered when he got back to the house, that his white suit was coated with the cave clay, so he undressed and washed it while he heard the new couple come back from their ride and go straight to their bedroom. That night at the formal dining table, the new Julie stunned the small group that ate with the family - the doctor, the foreman, the teacher, and a couple of other ranch residents - with her dazzling new appearance and more vivacious personality. Since her arrival, Julie's usual dinnertime clothing had been casual - jeans, shorts, halter top, etc, with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. But that night, she was wearing a long, slinky, black evening dress that exposed her beautiful boobs and long legs. She strutted across the floor in her long, high heels with the heels putting just the right curvature into her back and bust as she showed off her wonderful ass. Her hair was perfectly brushed and her face made up as if she were dining at the fanciest hotel in Paris. Tonight, she seemed more alive, more vibrant, and definitely more sensual. Her words, her knowledge of the guests, her references to recent events or discussions confused Juan as he tried to figure out how this new Julie knew things that only the real Julie could know. He was about to change his mind about what had occurred back in the cave, when she did something that forever convinced him that it hadn't been a dream. After dinner, she marched straight to the humidor and lit up a cigar, apologizing to the guests for the smell of her strong, odoriferous cigar. Juan sat there, watching the sly looks of the new Johnny and the new Julie as they held hands while they discussed the worsening mental deterioration of Johnny's bedridden mother with the other guests. Juan especially stared at the bright red lipstick on the thick cigar tucked into the corner of Julie's mouth. She removed the lipstick coated cigar long enough to stand beside Johnny as he announced their formal engagement by putting his mother's wedding ring on her finger. Johnny stated something about how it had been one of his mother's requests when she was lucid. As they kissed to cement their engagement to the applause of the few dinner guests, Julie lifted one leg as she stretched to reach Johnny's higher lips, `accidentally' showing off a lot of leg through the dress slit. The doctor proposed a toast for the couple. Juan felt a mild shudder as he watched the couple stare in each other's eyes as they toasted each other's health and "long life". As the dinner guests departed, Johnny shook each person's hand and Julie kissed each guest, thanking them for being part of her surprise engagement dinner. Juan tried to slip out a side door but Johnny caught him and made sure that Julie kissed him. As her glistening lips touched his, he closed his eyes, trying to let the fragrance of her perfume and warmth of her lips convince him that this was really Julie - not the cadaver. But the still present stench of her warm cigar breath destroyed that image. The following morning, Johnny made Juan an offer. Nothing illegal, but Johnny wanted to make sure that his mother was taken care of and if Juan could use his official status to get through some of the normal legal problems associated with commitment procedures, Johnny would be very grateful. And he was grateful - a ten thousand dollars bonus in addition to the already decided fee. When Juan came back for more money - and more - and more, Johnny remembered how well Juan had served him. But that was over. Juan knew that his last request for more money had resulted in his death sentence. He'd been listening outside the doctor's window as the doctor talked to Johnny, then followed him downtown. As the good doctor returned to his home after hiring the killers, Juan was waiting for him behind the door. Now the doctor is waiting for Juan. All gagged and tied up in the bottom of a boat that Juan had borrowed. Seeing the object of his search sitting in a rocking chair in the corner of the dayroom, Juan tells the orderly on duty "Doctor Garcia is here to see his patient. I'm supposed to take Mrs. Kimball back to her room." Chapter 5 - Doctor Hector Garcia The journey to the cave takes two full days. The small boat that Juan borrowed isn't as powerful as the normal boat they use. And it isn't the easiest thing in the world to transport a bound and gagged man; much less a very confused and befuddled grandmother whose main concern is that she can't find her knitting needles and cries because she wasn't permitted to bring one of her favorite dolls. It is after midnight before Juan gets everyone into the cavern but he is determined to get his quest over before he passes out from total exhaustion. The doctor become very unruly when he discovers where Juan is taking him and Juan has to use some extra persuasion - a heavy club. So dragging the unconscious doctor while leading the child-like grandmother through the cave is a very strenuous exercise for an already exhausted man. Juan undresses the doctor and ties him to the altar, then searches through the rock pile until he finds the rock hiding the parchments. There are some hand-written notes that looked recent - perhaps made by John Senior, but Juan can't understand the language. He decides to gamble and try it anyway, selecting the small container used to coat the participants. Standing in front of the gray-haired, grandmotherly looking woman, Juan suggests "Senorita, please get undressed." A moment's look of confusion flitters across her wrinkled face as she considers what he is requesting. Then without a change in facial expression, she asks in a very child-like tone in her quaky voice "Are we going to fuck?" Juan throws his head back and laughs, then asks "Fuck? Do you know what that means?" A brief smile lights up her face as she demurely replies "The orderly's and I have a secret that we can't tell the doctor. They've been fucking me. You won't tell anyone, will you? They'll take away my pretty dolls if the doctor finds out." "No, your secret is safe. Now, get undressed while I get our friend ready." It only takes Juan a couple of minutes to paint her naked body and to coat the doctor's cock with the aphrodisiac coating. When she sees the hard cock sticking up from the doctor's body, she wants to suck it but Juan convinces her to mount it instead. So she climbs on top of him, easing his manhood into her as if she has done this all of her life. ****** My shut eyes jerk open, my face shakes with anger as I clinch my hands and grit my teeth as I stare at the doctor's face that is reflected back at me from the mirror. Taking a long breath, I exhale, releasing a lot of the anger that I feel. Then I look at Juan who is aiming a pistol at me. I nod my head, softly saying in my new male voice "Thanks. I've got a tremendous headache, but it's the best I've felt in a long time. I'm finally able to think and to remember who I am and know what they did to me. How long did they keep me prisoner in that hellhole of a hospital?" Juan puts the pistol into his belt, answering "Eighteen months!" "What did they do with the real Julie?" Juan points toward the back of the cave "They dumped her new body, which is the John Senior body, back into a deep crevice. I think that she was already dead when they disposed of her." Hearing the news which I suspected, knowing the ruthless of my parents, I bow my head and cry for a few minutes as I mourn the death of my lover. Juan understands my hurt and leaves me as he checks on his new prisoner. A very confused and naked Lynne Kimball is sitting on the floor where Juan has tied her after the body exchange. Just as the previous occupant's memory was scrambled by the lobotomy, so is the newest occupant's memory. "Are they at the ranch?" I ask, interrupting Juan's review of her ropes as I stare at the innocent looking grandmother sitting on the cave's floor. She is still naked and coated with paint that has been smeared by sweat and body contact during the sex ritual. It is hard to shake the unusual feelings that I'm staring at myself as I look at the confused grandmother trying to figure out why she is tied up. Eighteen months of memories of looking in the mirror and seeing the old woman's face reflected back at me makes me feel as if I'm staring at my twin. I know that I'm now a man, that I'm in Doctor Garcia's middle-aged male body and that I wasn't born in the old woman's body; but it's still hard to look at her face and not feel all of the confusion that is so evident on her face now. I spent months trying to remember who I was and kept repeating what they told me so that I really believed that I was Lynne Kimball. Standing over her and looking at her placid grandmotherly face, I find it difficult now to believe that I was never really her. "No, they don't spend much time there now. They like the bright lights of the big city. I think that they're currently staying in Washington DC. Are you going to remember that I helped you? I'm a very poor man." I nod my head as I continue to stare at the confused face of Lynne Kimball. I can't shake off the remembrances of the many times I saw that same elderly, female face staring back at me from the mirror. Immediately after the operation, I knew at first that there was something wrong with that reflection facial image but I didn't know what or have enough reasoning power to figure it out. I also had occasional flashes of memory but it was nothing that I could remember long enough or use to identify myself or what had occurred to me. I remembered how confused I was all the time. How I only had the logic and mental capabilities of a four year old, but the body of a sixty plus woman - an elderly woman with a still desirable shapely firm body, who had strong sexual desires that required frequent satisfaction - either by her hospital companions or by herself. The hospital orderlies had quickly learned about my strong sex desires and frequently used that desire for their own benefit. I pick up a shinny flashlight, pointing it at my new face so that I can see my new reflection in the small mirror. It is a male face that I'm familiar with, one that I can describe but it still seems so unreal. The eyes are brown, the face fleshy and there is a lot of gray whiskers on my unshaven face. A thinning shock of black and gray hair covers the head that I now have to accept as my own hair. I put the flashlight down and stare at her confused and scared face, remembering so vividly what it was like to be her, to think her confused thoughts, and to live her meager life committed to a mental hospital. Turning away from her confused and still painted face, I tell Juan, "We've got to get her back, so that they think that she wandered away. I don't want them to know that I've escaped." "Once we get back to town, I'll park her in a whorehouse that a friend of my owns, then call the hospital. They'll think that she's been there all alone and will hide it, to cover up their incompetence." ****** I carry the documentation with me as we return to the city. I can't read the language either, but it definitely is written in my father's handwriting. Juan thinks that it is one of the old Indian languages because there are sounds that aren't expressed in current language. I let him rest as I pilot the boat back to town, heeding his advice to avoid any police boats because of the boat's ownership status. The real owner doesn't known that Juan has borrowed it. As Juan sleeps, I watch her; the person that is now Lynne Kimball but only yesterday was the person who was born in this body that I now claim as my body. The new Lynne, like I was, is mentally a child because the surgery effects her the same way that it affected me. So the real Doctor Garcia is condemned to live the horrible life that he authorized for me. He's already lost most of his long term memory and is barely holding onto his short term memories which don't go back further than two weeks ago. At first he cried because he was scared but then he began to explore his new limited world and old woman's body the way that a child explores everyday life. Soon he'll become the person that I was when I was entrapped in her body. He'll be her in the way that she thinks, in the way he acts and his actions will become more placid as the long term memory completely fades. I feel disoriented as I stare at her body, at her face and remember when I was her. I know that I wasn't born in that body but I feel a strong attachment for it because it is the only body that I knew about for eighteen long months. I actually thought that I was a woman. No, I take it back because I didn't really know what a woman was. I knew that I was a female and that I liked to play with the orderly's hard coc... Shaking my head to forget those thoughts, I try to focus on developing a plan. But I keep finding myself turning around to look at her sleeping face. I have so many memories of being her...memories that I couldn't remember when I was her. Memories that make me want to return to that simple life. But the thought that the body is the real Lynne's ancient body and that she signed the paperwork to do that to me, to do that to her own son and to her former body builds a new anger deep within me. Thinking about that evil act builds a rage deep within me, that increases as I add Julie's death to Lynne's list of evil doings. Thinking about the death of Julie relieves some of my rage as I begin to cry again for my lost love. ****** Juan's plan works perfectly. We place the new Mrs. Kimball in a whorehouse belonging to a friend of Juan's. After a few hours of being passed over by the more affluent potential customers with good taste, one of the cheaper customers availed himself of her inability to say No. Then we call the hospital, asking if any of their senior female patients have escaped lately; explaining about the whorehouse's newest prostitute. About an hour later, a doctor and two orderlies burst in on a very surprised farmer and the current Mrs. Kimball. Just as I had succumbed to the sexual pleasures that Lynne's sensitive body provided to my simple mind, so did the former Doctor Garcia adapt to the body's need for sex. The farmer was reluctant to quit in mid-stroke and the new Lynne Kimball was even more reluctant to part from her new lover. A couple of dollars eased the farmer's pain but she had to be injected by the orderlies with one of those zombie drugs that the real Doctor Garcia used on Johnny during the first few days of the transformation. As for providing an alibi for Juan's, the new Doctor Garcia goes to the morgue, finds a recent unclaimed male body, which is promptly identified as Juan Lopez and ordered cremated. The morgue attendants accept the body's identification because Doctor Garcia is well known to them. Taking a copy of the death certificate back to Doctor Garcia's house where Juan is waiting, we find the current address of the Johnny Kimball's, and mail the death certificate to them in one of Doctor Garcia's pre-labeled envelopes. If the new Johnny Kimball's think that Juan is dead, they'll leave him alone. We searched through Garcia's personal papers until we find the papers for his various bank accounts. Taking the information on the largest bank account to Doctor Garcia's lawyers, the new Doctor Garcia turns the half million dollars over to Juan. After ensuring that Juan has plenty of money to spend while he is hiding, the new Doctor Garcia boards the next plane to Rio. I am headed back to the states. ****** I am unable to book a quick flight to the states and have a thirty-six hour wait until I can leave Rio. So I find the nearest hotel, check in and go straight to the bar. Three hours later, she sat down beside me. There are three other customers in the bar and plenty of empty seats but she sits next to me. She immediately asks me for a light for her cigarette. Just by looking at the way that she is dressed, I can tell that she is a hooker. I start to put some distance between us because I don't want any company. But something in the back of my mind reminds me that I am now a middle- aged man named Garcia. I didn't know anything about the real doctor's personality but I think that he probably won't pass up the opportunity to flirt with any woman. So what if she is nothing but a cheap prostitute? And getting it on.or not being able to get on with her, will answer some questions that have been bugging me since my last transformation into this current male body. She's a woman that is just beginning to show a little age on her face and is putting a little more weight around her already ample hips. I suppose that she's about the age where she is approaching her mid-life crisis time when she will have to either change careers or work for half price for customers who want younger women. I pick up a box of bar matches and lit her cigarette, immediately noticing the several wild, thick, black hairs on her face. Not enough to call a mustache, but she has enough facial hair to certainly make any young pre- pubescent boy envious of her facial growth. After I lit her cigarette, she sits quietly beside me, not saying anything, just smoking her cigarette as I sip on my drink. Looking in the bar's mirror and my peripheral vision, I check her out without being too obvious that I'm looking at her. I can see that she is wearing a tiny black bikini panty that is barely hidden under her tight green dress. She is in her late thirties, has a thick head of long, dark hair, a low cut dress and a big set of tits; the type of tits that a sailor dreams about tit-fucking. Her tits bulge out over the tight-fitting bodice that is designed for tits that are two cup sizes smaller. As I stare at her tits, I wonder about myself. I used to be a tit man. I could suck on boobs all night long and not get enough. Whenever I looked at a pretty woman, I always looked at her face second. I remembered when I was in Rio during Carnival and walked around with a constant hard-on because of all the exposed ta-ta's. But looking at this woman's exposed cleavage does nothing for me. Between my leg's, that little piece of meat is as firm as a hot dog made out of Jell-O. Either Doctor Garcia has a non-functioning cock or other changes happened to me as a result of my short life as the hospitalized Lynne Kimball. Remembering that for the last eighteen months, I was a sexually-active woman with my own set of breasts, I wonder if... if I had somehow changed mentally. Have I lost my desire for women? Have I turned into a .. Pete? My hands sweat as I remember that I really enjoyed sex from a woman's perspective. That I had enjoyed spreading my legs and wrapping them around a man as we fucked. And that I quickly learned how to give and enjoy blowjobs, frequently giving a blowjob whenever the orderly didn't have time to fuck me. Then I would return to my dolls and play with my dolls, until someone else wanted me for sex; always remembering the orderly's admonition to keep the secret. Because of her dress and appearance, I know that she is a hooker. I figure that she isn't hitting on me because of my unkempt appearance. After all, this body hasn't been shaved in four days and is wearing clothes that look slept in. Acceptable appearance for a jungle town, but not for Rio. I haven't been near a bathroom where I can really clean up, but I had bathed in the river just before Juan and I reached town. My one concession to my appearance and hygine had been my brief exchange of clothes at the Doctor's house before I hurried to the airport. Feeling a strong need to evaluate my sexual desires, I turn to the woman, asking "How much?" I stare at her lush lips, knowing that those lips had sucked many a cock. Perhaps within the last hour, she had sucked someone, but that doesn't matter to me. What matters is that I have to find out if I have changed; to find out if I am still a man in my mind. She uses her fingernail to flick a piece of tobacco from her teeth before replying "What do you have in mind?" "Now until lunch tomorrow when my flight leaves. We'll order any meals from room service." Her face lights up with a big smile; her huge, haunting green eyes framed by thick lashes, widen as she considers my suggestion. Apparently she thought that I probably wanted nothing more than to go into a back room and get my rocks off in a quickie. Thus my offer to want her to stay with me for all night is a compliment to her. She stares at me, her face trying to hide a grin as she replies "I normally get fifty, but I've had a good week and deserve a little pleasure for myself. Get a bottle of the good stuff to take back to the room, pretend that I'm your girlfriend and I'll stay with you .. for only thirty." I nod acceptance of her terms. She stands up, silently waiting for me to pay the bill and get a bottle of whiskey. When the bar bill is paid, she walks across the hotel's lobby, with me walking behind her and staring at her beautiful ass. I can't help but remember how beautiful Julie's ass used to be when she wore high heels. The thought of Julie shocks me and I try to force her from my mind, concentrating on staring at this woman's four-inch high heels as she steps into the hotel's elevator. As soon as the elevator door shuts, she rubs against me, grinding her tits against my chest, rubbing her belly up and down my belly. Her eyes slightly glaze over as she tilts her head and lifts her lips for me to kiss. Cupping my hands around her ass cheeks, I pull her body closer to mine, feeling her eager ruby lips part as we pull tightly against each other. My tongue feeling the inner warmth of her friendly mouth as my unshaven face rubs against her sensitive chin. My larger lips covered her lips, as I suck her plump tongue into my mouth. She responds by tickling my tongue and inviting my tongue to follow her tongue into her mouth. As soon as my tongue enters her mouth, she begins hotly sucking my tongue in and out of her clenching lips, moaning quietly as if she's already in the higher throes of ecstasy. She slides up and down as she rubs against me, which I recognize as a sign that she wants to feel my hard-on slide up and down her belly. Only problem is that there still is nothing there between my legs. In the past, I would've been rock hard and straining that old zipper at this stage of the courtship. She pulls away from me, with a knowing smile on her face and a quick wink to let me know that she understands that there might be some slight sexual misfunctioning problems to resolve later. I ask, "What's your name?" She glances at me from under her thick lashes, which I notice are real, "What would you like it to be?" "Your real name?" "Nobody wants to fuck someone named Luisa so I usually go by Maria. Who are you?" I reply in a somewhat embarrassed tone, "I wish that I knew. Call me ...Hector. Yeah, I've got to get used to my new name." In my room, she takes the bottle of whiskey from my hand and pours us two drinks while I sit on the bed. She takes the chair opposite me as she lights another cigarette and sips on her whiskey. She whispers in a very sultry voice "Hector, I wasn't going to proposition you tonight. I'd just left a john and needed a break before going back out on the street. Something about you attracted me. I feel that we're soul mates and maybe we've made love before. No? Well, I'll tell you a secret. You remind me of my favorite fantasy fuck. I know that someday I'll find someone that'll make me feel indescribably special, without him even touching me. And he'll feel the same way about me. We'll both want sex with each other like we've never wanted it before - pure lust. You know what I mean?" I nod, know what she means better that she thinks that I do. Her eyes glaze over as she continues in her sultry voice "I like to eye-fuck first. You know, where we just sit and stare at each other as we think about how great it's going to be. I like to get so hot that I'm ready to explode before we ever touch each other. I'll play with my tits while you get your Big Sam ready." I groan lightly as I remember the old me and my almost ever-constant hard-on. I used to have the woman pinned within a minute of shutting the motel door. I would've taken this woman who so evidently wants it, pushed her ass up against the wall, pinned her against the wall with my chest, and rubbed my hard cock up and down her body as we French kissed each other. I would've held her arms up-right in a high nailed-cross-position and eased one leg between her thighs as we dry-humped each other until we were out of control. Yeah, that's what Johnny would've done with his rock-hard cock, but the new Hector can't get it up because there are too many memories of me as Lynne fucking and sucking just about every man in that damn hospital, roaring through my mind. She misunderstands my groan of despair, thinking that it is a mutual groan of pleasure. She drops her cigarette into an ashtray, as she stands up, unzipping her dress and sliding it down her waist onto the floor. The material snags for a moment on her long, thick nipples but then comes loose, plopping out her mammoth, quivering mounds of boob flesh. Freed from the support of her dress, her large breasts quickly sag letting the large nipples point to the floor. Her bared breasts look even larger now that she is naked. A pair of 44-inch DDD jiggling, chalky-white boobs hang from her armpits to her belly. She cups her tits, lifting the two boobs and rubbing them together obscenely, jiggling them like two cantaloupes as she proudly shows off her large mammaries. Her tight bikini panties bite deeply into the thick love handles on her sides, pushing some fat up so that it quivers like Jell-O. I stare at her wide hips, noticing that her hips look larger because of the bikini panty which would look sexier on a smaller, younger woman. I'd fucked women with much worse bodies so I knew that it isn't her body that is turning me off. She slowly sits beside me on the bed and asks me "Can I get Big Sam out so I can rub it?" I respond by leaning back on the bed and staring at the ceiling. I feel her hand expertly unsnap my belt and trousers before unzipping me. Then both of her hands tug on the sides of my trousers, so I arch my back as she pulls my trousers and underwear down to my ankles. Her hand touches my cock as she examines it for any signs of disease then she whispers in her low sultry voice "You have a splendid cock. Not too long, not too fat - exactly the way I like them. Your cock's made for sucking. When I get turned on, I love to suck cock." She rolls over on her back, her fingers playing with her nipples as she waits for me to do something. I sit up as I unbutton my shirt, removing it and my trousers so that I am completely naked. Lying back down beside her, I notice that her thick nipples are fully erect now, sticking out almost an inch from her puckered aureoles. I squeeze the far dark-brown nipple with my fingers as my mouth wraps around the other nipple, feeling the surrounding goosebumps with my tongue. She gasps as I suck her thick, rubbery teat in and out of my mouth. Her hands wrap around my head, holding my head, inviting me to continue. I bit down lightly and then increase the pressure gradually, while flicking the tip with my tongue. She groans and wraps a leg over my leg as she begins to react to my wet sucking lips. I know that she really likes what I'm doing to her because it's what I liked my lovers to do to me when I was a woman. We roll and twist on the bed as I suck on her beautiful nipples. I lick her with a practiced tongue, then delicately bit the nipple while my hand roams over her other full globe. Then I feel her hand drift down my side and force its way between our bodies as she searches for my cock. She finds the limp thing and begins squeezing it and jacking it as her other hand begins pushing me on the bed to where she wants me to lie. I let her position me over so that I am lying on my back then she changes position so that we are in the classic sixty-nine arrangement as she whispers "we'll do each other." Her lips lock around my still limp cock as I respond by rubbing two fingers against her vagina, resulting in a mild trembling. I cup her hot mound with my palm and begin squeezing as my tongue pokes between my fingers, teasing her pussy lips. In return, I feel my cock slide in and out of her wet lips as she sucks and pulls my unresponding member deep into her mouth, gently clamping around my shaft with her lips. As her tongue laps my cock, she sucks me wetly, pulling it all the way back into her mouth with a gentle suction that would make a vacuum cleaner jealous. My eyes are shut but my tongue finds a hot, wet lump, which I know, is her vulva. Something inside it pulsated and feels like a big nipple. As I suck on it, I know that her clitoris is harder than my own cock. Ignoring my dangerous thoughts about my manhood, I concentrate on enjoying the throbbing vulva with my lips. I hold the squirming, pulpy organ between my lips and begin to knead the massive lump between my lips, causing Luisa to grunt in sexual agony. Then I feel it; her mouth is getting smaller. OR ELSE MY COCK IS GETTING BIGGER. I bury my nose between her pussy lips, rubbing my nose and lips over her tender flesh as I feel confirmation that my cock is finally reacting to the wonderful stimulus of our mutual sixty-nine on each other. Both of us double our efforts, working toward the same goal. I sense her moving so that it feels as if she is starting to pull away from me. I arch my hips trying to keep my cock inside her mouth, but she mumbles "Fuck me." I let go of her delicious pussy lips and roll over, giving her room as she centers herself flat on the bed. I stare into her glazed-over eyes, knowing that what I want to do next, might not be what she wants to do. But nothing ventured, nothing gained so I ask "Tit fuck?" She bites her lip and nods yes. I straddle her, pushing my knees under her armpits and position my cock, my small but very erect cock, between her two soft female love mounds. She guides my salvia slick staff between her tits. As if I need help to do that. Ha! Sitting lightly on her belly with most of my weight resting on my bent knees, I enjoy the moment, feeling a dual pleasure. There's the pleasure of knowing that this is going to be a wonderful fuck as my now rock-hard cock is tightly mashed between her large breasts and pointed toward her face. But more importantly, there's the pleasure of knowing that there's nothing wrong with my mental state and that I am enjoying this as totally as if I hadn't spent the last eighteen months living as a horny old woman. I start sliding my cock back and forth between her soft jiggling breasts as my fingers twist and pull on her nipples. She kisses or licks my swollen glans every time it comes close to her lips, catching my cockhead frequently and pulling me back into her mouth, constantly recoating my cock with her salvia as she mixes the tit fuck with a wonderful blowjob. After several minutes of sweaty tit pounding, she whispers words that cause me to redouble my already intense pace "I want you to cum. Let your sperm shoot all over my tits.all over my face. Then, I'll lick the rest of your tasty sperm from your beautiful dick." My cock reacts to her command and begins shooting buckets of cum. Well, that's what it feels like to me. I shudder and pump away onto her body, onto her waiting face. When the sputtering stops, she pulls my cock into her mouth and sucks me dry. After she pulls every last drop from within me, I collapse on the bed. She cuddles up beside me and holds me as I smile. I'm smiling because I now know that I can get it up again. That I am really a man again. Chapter 6 - Pete While I sleep and rest for the first time since the traumatic body exchange into my current male body, she washes my dirty clothes in the bathroom sink and hangs them up to dry. She also has the hotel's room service bring up a razor. When I awaken, she marches me into the bathroom, has me sit on the commode while she shaves me, then we take a hot steamy shower together before returning to our bed. Two hours later, we are both lying flat on their backs staring up at the slow rotation of the overhead ceiling fan. The very rumpled bedsheets under us are soaking wet from our sweat and other fluids but we don't care. Luisa is enjoying a cigarette while her other hand is gently holding the still somewhat tumescence erection that is resting on my belly. There is a gentle smile in my glazed- over eyes because that old wonderful feeling has returned and I know that I still enjoy getting some pussy as much as I used to enjoy it before all of the body exchanging started. We don't leave the room and used the hotel rooms service to bring us some food, more wine and cigarettes for Luisa. We spent almost as much time, lying in the dark, talking to each other as we spend in the hot throes of fucking. Although Luisa is a hooker, she acts as if she is enjoying it as much as I'm enjoying it. Later when it is time for me to leave to catch my plane to America, she sits up in the bed while smoking a cigarette, and watches me as I dress. When I'm dressed and only seconds from walking out the door, I remove a hundred dollars bill from my wallet, which I leave on the dresser. She shakes her head and pours herself another drink from the almost empty bottle. Then her voice softens as she explains why she is refusing my money "I came here as a whore, but we made love as lovers. I can't take your money because that would make this just another time with a john. Keep your money and let me keep the memory of us being lovers. Sometime during the night, I got the impression that you really liked me. Do you?" I respond by leaning over the bed and kissing her lips, then I sit down close beside her on the bed. Keeping my face only inches from her face so that we are feeling each other's warm breath on our lips and looking deep into each other's eyes; I cup one of her breasts gently and give it a last loving squeeze. Nodding my head to let her know that I understood why she turned down the money, I tell her "Yes and I would stay here with you, except that I've got something important to do in America. Something that...is a life and death matter." "I can go with you. I haven't taken a vacation in a long time." I barely shake my head no; feeling pulled from wanting to stay with her yet knowing where my destiny calls me. I want to stay with her because I really like her. Her smile fades then changes to the type of phony smile that you give a cop while he's looking at your driver's license. She hands me the hotel bill receipt and I notice that there is something scribbled on the back. She whispers "I wrote my address on the back where you can find me, if you ever visit Rio again." ****** The new Doctor Hector Garcia doesn't know what I'm going to do when I finally get to America. I only knew that I have to get both of the stolen bodies back to Eden so that I can reverse the process and re-claim my real body. So that I can try to put Julie back into her real body - if she still lives. My father's soul had somehow lived in his dead body so if dead old dead dad can do it, so can Julie. Juan and I tried to recover John Senior's body before leaving the cave but the crevasse has a small stream that flowed through it. We searched but couldn't find the body in that labyrinth of underground rivers. So we finally gave up on ever recovering John Senior's dead body with Julie's trapped soul. As the plane approaches Miami International Airport, I know that I'm going to need help. And I only have one friend in America that I can turn to - Pete. ****** Pete is reluctant to let the new me into his apartment. After all, Pete's never seen Doctor Hector Garcia before and knows nothing of my misadventures since leaving here almost two years ago. Pete explains later that he is expecting the angry boyfriend of his current flame to come barging in. When I tell Pete that Johnny Kimball sent me to talk to him, Pete finally lets me enter his apartment. Then he tries to throw me out. When I briefly tell him about the body exchange, he becomes angry because he thinks that I'm lying and he refuses to listen to me. He keeps yelling at me to get out, not giving me time to explain. When he picks up the phone to call the police, I do what any man would do under similar circumstances - I hit him. ***** I tie Pete's hands with his belt and sit on top of him to pin him down until Pete agrees to listen to the story. Then I explain the story again. Pete doesn't believe it. "It can't happen.", "It's a fucking lie.", "Who the hell are you?", "why are you lying to me?" and "Get out of my fucking apartment" are about the only words that Pete uses for two to three hours. His initial anger at being man-handled and imprisoned within his own apartment, blocks his mind so that Pete doesn't listen to any of the facts. But after three hours of angry denials and just-as-angry repeats of the facts, Pete finally begins to listen. It takes almost six hours of intense and heated discussion before Pete finally admits that the impossible story possibly could be a true story. He only starts to believe it because I'm able to answer too many of Pete's personal questions about my former life when Julie and Johnny lived here. Pete asks a lot of detailed questions about the restaurant that only a former employee can answer and a lot of questions about customers or co-workers that only the real Johnny will know the answer. Shaken by my fantastic story, Pete doesn't know what to say when he finally admits that the story could be true and accepts me, that is, Pete accepts Hector as being his former friend. When I finally convince Pete that I need his help to recover my birth body and right the terrible wrong done to Julie and me, Pete cries and hugs me while promising that he will go with me. ****** Checking into the Washington hotel is awkward for me because of Pete's very open gay appearance. I ask the hotel clerk for adjoining rooms and Pete loses his temper at the Registration Desk. Pete huffs himself up and strongly suggests that we share one room with two full-size beds. Feeling that Pete is slightly taking advantage of my need for his assistance, I try to politely turn him down; but lose. A smiling desk clerk turns over the key to our room, then watches as Pete exaggeratedly sashays across the lobby with an embarrassed me reluctantly following. In the elevator, Pete explains his trumped-up anger and unexpectedly quite public gay personality "We don't want to attract attention to our mission, so we'll just pretend that we're two gay men here for a week of sex. This is Washington DC and it's perfectly normal behavior here." Two hours later, I see one of the two people that brought me to Washington: Julie. Rather I see Julie's stolen body which John Kimball Senior is now inhabiting. We rented a car and parked the car across the street from the hotel where the young "Mr. and Mrs. Kimball" are living now. Within an hour of positioning the car close to the apartment building's front door, I'm startled to see the stolen body of the woman that I love, walk out the building's front door. It is her; but it isn't her. My brain is torn apart as my temporary suppressed memories of the real Julie are forcibly resurrected at the first view of the young woman's attractive body. One part of my brain is screaming "IT'S HER. The woman that I love. Rush to her and sweep her in your arms as you smother her with kisses." Another part of my brain is screaming "SHE'S DEAD! You're seeing a monster who has stolen Julie's body, Julie's face and Julie's identity. Don't let the monster steal your sanity. You must revenge Julie's death." I can only stare through the car window at the woman who casually walks by the car without noticing us as we intensely stare at her through the car's dark windows. I'm unable to move anything but my eyes because my total body is trembling with a mixture of fright, dread, and hatred. I don't hear any of Pete's comments and forget that Pete is even in the car until I'm jostled by my friend as Pete snaps photograph after photograph of our target with his camera. She..yes, I have to consider the mixture of John Kimball Senior's brain and Julie's body as being a woman. She strides down the sidewalk casually smoking a cigarette as she walks by the parked car where Pete has to pull my face away from the car's window. Pete keeps muttering in a low voice as he tugs at my arm "Act naturally and look away. She knows the real Garcia and will think something is wrong is she sees you with your borrowed face plastered against the car window." She enters a nearby restaurant, flicking her lipstick-coated cigarette away as she enters. She walks with the assurance of a woman who knows that every man's eyes are locked on her. Her clothing, her hairstyle, and her overall appearance are carefully coordinated so that she looks like a woman that is worth drooling over. While it is Julie's body, there is a lot of change in her appearance. The real Julie preferred the type of casual clothes that is found in any K-mart such as blue jeans or sweatshirts where the vendor's logo advertises their product. This Julie version is dressed in a designer lavender pantsuit combination. The old Julie's semi-short hair was usually pulled back into a ponytail or other casual hairstyle, but this Julie's much longer hair is permed and styled to look as if she stepped out of a photographic shoot for a magazine cover. Another major difference in the overall appearance is the makeup. The old Julie would wear an appropriate amount of makeup whenever her work required her to look chic; but when she was off, she never wore anything other than a little lipstick. The new Julie's face is perfectly made-up, with additional attention directed to her eyes. While this phony Julie looks like the real Julie, the high heels on her feet prove that this Julie clearly isn't the Julie that I knew. This woman struts down the sidewalk knowing that men are looking at her with desire in their eyes while the real Julie normally walked a simple walk that reminds you of the girl next door. This Julie's braless boobs jiggle unrestrained under the lacy v-neck blouse proudly showing off her chest where the real Julie always dressed more demurely. This Julie's ass is uplifted and displayed prominently by the three inch heels, where the real Julie hated high heels. John Senior never met Pete, but if the new Julie has the old Julie's memories as expected, then she will recognize Pete's face if she sees him. And if she sees both of us in the parked car, she will certainly be very curious as to why the good Doctor Garcia is in Washington and running around with an old friend of Johnny's from Florida. We hid by blending into the crowd at the restaurant's bar where we can observe her without being seen by her. After we watch her eat her salad, she takes a taxi to an expensive mall. We follow at a discreet distance in another taxi, trying to keep from looking like two bumbling spies. In the back of the taxi, Pete confesses to me that until he observed the new Julie with his own eyes and saw the obvious change in her overall appearance and attitude, he had lots of doubts about my too-fantastic-to-be-real body exchange story. But seeing her dressed like that, he knows that she has somehow changed. After we follow her all afternoon on her leisurely shopping trip through the large mall and she returns to her apartment building, we find a one-hour photo shop where we have the pictures developed. We return to the hotel room to closely examined the photos made by Pete's telephoto lens. I immediately notice that Julie's ears are pierced with four tiny diamond earrings studded into one ear. There are other changes to her facial appearance which are more subtle to notice and require close examination of the photographs with a magnifying glass. Even to my novice eyes, the basic makeup change to highlight her eyes, high cheekbones and lips is very obvious. The real Julie's natural eyebrows had always been full but the glamorous Julie in the photographs has thin very in-style eyebrows. The new Julie's makeup for the eyes is darker, which focus the attention upon the perfect eyes. The lips seem fuller to me and our close examination of the photographs indicates that additional care in applying the makeup isn't the reason; maybe some collagen has been injected to plump the lips to their now more voluptuous appearance. The combination of makeup change and eighteen months of aging has also changed her face from being the wholesome girl-next-door look to the glamorous model look. That change is further emphasized by the more worldly way that she holds her head, keeps her shoulders pulled back, the sophisticated new method of dressing, and the seductive way that she walks now. Staring at a picture of Julie taking a dainty step, we talk about how the real Julie usually walked like a high school girl that couldn't make up her mind whether to skip-hop or dribble a basketball. This Julie walks as if she is constantly center-stage; not the center-stage of a Miss America winner but the haughty too-beautiful-to-be-true of a high priced fashion show model. Staring at the full length photographs of her walking in the three inch heels upsets me the most. I can't forget the way that Julie hated heels and would never wear them when she was in a casual setting. This Julie obviously enjoys the more feminine body shaping that high heels force onto her body. Most of the photos show her holding a cigarette or a lit cigarette in a near-by ashtray. Pete guesses that she smoked at least a pack during the four hours that they observed her. John Senior's chain smoking habits will never change. It feels very weird to look at the photographs and see Julie but also to know that they aren't photographs of her. I feel slightly better when Pete suggests that the photos are really photos of Julie's evil twin sister. Thinking of her like that, allows me to separate this new woman's image from the memory of the woman that I still love. After we examine the photos for the umpteenth time, Pete suggests that we turn in and get some rest. I ignore his hint and examine the photos again while Pete showers and shaves. I watch Pete from the corner of my eye as Pete removes his robe, revealing his naked portly squeaky clean body. After he is safely in his bed, I shower quickly and climb into the other bed. After the lights are out, Pete softly wishes "Good night, my friend." I've never seen Pete's body before. I know that Pete is overweight, almost baldheaded at the still young age of twenty-eight, and has a small body for a man. But because I've never seen Pete's naked upper body, I don't know that Pete has small womanish-like breasts until that moment. In that brief moment between taking off the robe and slipping in between the bed's covers, I see the very small breasts on Pete's chest that reminds me of a teenaged girl's adolescence budding mounds. Although Pete quickly falls asleep and snores more like a lumberjack than a restaurant manager, I stay partially awake half of the night. At first the thoughts are about Julie before the body exchange and the very different Julie that we followed around town today. Thinking about them causes me so much pain that I focus upon putting them both out of my mind. But whenever you shove something out, something else usually fills the void quickly. And that happens with me. Lying in the bed and listening to Pete snore, it is difficult to keep from thinking about my good friend. And to think about my good friend's long-time joking banter about what Pete used to say he would do to me if he ever got me into a hotel room. So I lay in my bed, wondering what I will do if Pete actually hits upon me for real? While I don't want to have sex with Pete, my good friend took off from work so that he can help me. Pete is the only friend that I, the new Hector, has except for Juan and Luisa. I know that all of the old Johnny friends wouldn't believe that this middle-aged slightly potbellied balding South American Doctor could be the young man that they used to party with; especially after it took almost six hours of strenuous discussion to partially convince Pete. So for all practical purposes, I desperately need's Pete's help and have to be prepared to repay Pete's friendship. Whatever the cost!!!!! The thoughts of what Pete might want in return for his assistance keeps me from thinking about Julie. Instead I think about how far I can go, and how far I will go when the time comes to repay Pete's participation. Remembering those confusing memories of after-lobotomy life as Mrs. John Kimball Senior in the mental hospital, I shudder at first. I recall how I had sex at least two or three times a week with different male orderlies when I was trapped in Lynne's ancient female body and thought that I was really a woman. I know that I willingly had more cock shoved up that body's cunt or guided into that body's mouth than I want to remember. No matter how hard I try to forget those experiences, I also know that at that time I enjoyed the delightful experiences and that it will be difficult for me to not ever do those things again as a man. Grateful that it's dark in the hotel bedroom and that Pete is sound asleep, I feel my face turn beet-red. The embarrassment is because I realize that I'm starting to get an erection from recalling how my then-confused mental state enjoyed being on the receiving end of an erection. I try to think about anything else to get my mind to forget those memories but I can't escape the memories of my short life as a horny old woman. Gritting my teeth, I silently admit to myself that `enjoyed' probably isn't the appropriate description. Enthused and enthralled is more correct. Tossing and turning on the bed, I feel really confused. I want to get my real body back and go back to being the real Johnny again. But I know that is impossible. Not only have I lost Julie forever, but also I'm beginning to think that I've probably lost the real me also. I finally decide that "I am no longer me, but am now someone new, with new yearnings and desires." Most of that night, I lay in my bed seriously thinking about who I've become and about the too-many changes in my life that I must learn to live with. The frequently mild erections that come and go without any relief keep re-directing my thoughts back to sex. And to thoughts about how I now know that I like sex from a man's perspective as the "fucker" and also from a woman's perspective as the "fuckee". I had hoped that the few hours happily spent in bed with Luisa had removed all those distasteful urges to have sex with a man, but now I know that I was able to forget about them only because I've been so busy. I feel pulled by my confusing thoughts. One side of my mind is saying `You proved that you're a man with Luisa. Get your real body back and become Johnny again." while the other side is saying, "I'm bisexual now. I enjoy both sides of the fence." I fight the strong impulse to climb into bed with Pete, to see if that is really what I want. I finally fall asleep, but I have the strangest dreams. The dreams are disjointed flashes of activity where Pete is fucking him - while I'm in Lynne's very willing female body. In my dreams, my relationship with Pete changes so that he is a one hundred percent heterosexual male who abhors homosexual acts and I'm a one hundred percent piece of sixty-year-old pussy that can't get enough cock into all of my hungry orifices. I snap out of one dream where I'm sucking Pete's cock and he's telling me that he wants to be the father of my children. God, what a nightmare that was. And I have a solid erection that doesn't want to fade away. ****** There is a noticeable difference in my real body also. Not only is it wearing expensive clothes that I could never afford, but the nose has also been re-shaped. I was proud of my slightly over-sized former nose and never even consider having it reduced. But Lynne did have it reduced, which changes the shape and profile of my face. I'll admit that it looks better, but I liked the old way that it used to look. Another thing that I noticed is that my body is in much better shape - more athletic looking. While I kept it in good shape by playing a lot of basketball, Lynne..that is, the new Johnny apparently spends a lot of time in the gym doing body-shaping exercises. I almost didn't recognize my former body when we arrived the hotel early the next morning and Johnny comes paddling back from his bike ride, his muscular male body all coated with wet sweat. Pete grins at me and nudges me as he comments "If she built your old cock up the way that she did the rest of your old body, I'm going to ask her to marry me. I'm in love." ****** That night Pete and I sleep together. After tossing and turning for awhile while I fight my inner battles about my newly discovered mixed sexuality, I finally capitulate to my strong sexual desires and slip into his bed. We had spent most of the day following my body around and I discovered that I had frequent erections during the course of the day. That night as we reviewed the day's photos, I found it difficult to concentrate on the photos and ignore my almost constant erection. Then being in bed by myself with so many confusing thoughts going through my head, having an erection that I can't do anything with, and knowing that less than ten feet away is someone that can satisfy me; are the combination of reasons that lead me to join him in his bed. He is still awake and lifts his sheet as he makes room for me. I crawl under the sheets but stay on my side of the bed as I talk to him in the dark as if we are old lovers. I tell him that I want to talk to him about kidnapping my parents. He doesn't threaten my confused masculinity or me as we lay in the same bed talking about what we should do the following day. Then we lay there - a kind of awkwardness restricting our normal `no-holds bared' type of discussions. Pete breaks the ice by simply saying "Gynecomastia." Not recognizing what he is saying, I feel my eyebrows arch as I try to think about how to respond. He recognizes my confusion and continues "When I was going through the physical changes of puberty with the rest of my friends, their bodies turned into lean, hard hunks; while my body continued to keep it's baby fat and to soften more. By the time that I was fourteen years old, my breasts were almost as big as my thirteen-year-old sister's small breasts. I could wear her old training bra which fit me - really because my sister kidded me until I tried it on one day. After she saw how well it fit me, she had the common sense to ignore my request to keep silent and told our parents about my abnormal chest. My parents took me to a doctor and the doctor diagnosed it as Gynecomastia, which is the abnormal enlargement of the breasts in a male. Surgery and a life long dosage of male hormones could make me look normal, but my parents couldn't afford the surgery. Without the surgery, the hormones weren't that effective but I'll admit that the short time that I took the hormones that it made a lot of change in my pubescence body and mental attitude. After quitting the hormones, I became nervous because of the way that I looked and ate more so I picked up weight, discovering that the added weight was making my breasts look more normal. They were larger, but the added weight made them look smaller - or so I reasoned. But my weird physique was noticed by my friends who began kidding me, calling me Tanya." He looks at me to see if I have any questions but I'm silent, letting him tell his story "I don't know why they picked that name, but everyone started calling me that. Then one of my friends got me drunk at a party and they ripped off my cherry ass in a gangbang. I left my friends and found new friends who accepted me for who I was. And showed me how to relax and enjoy myself. By the time, I was a high school junior, I was the girlfriend of the biggest football tackle that you ever saw. Nobody messed with me then and I enjoyed being his `woman', servicing him with my ass and my now skilled mouth. After he graduated from high school and went on to college, they started calling me Tanya again; but by then I didn't care because I had built a internal wall to protect me from their taunts - and a new personality to flaunt my new lifestyle. I came very close to buying a low cut gown that would show off my pushed-up boobs and wearing it to the senior prom; just to show them that their words couldn't hurt me anymore. After school, I crossdressed but discovered that I couldn't hold a job with my too-feminine deportment. My parents pushed me to seek professional help and I began to settle down as I matured. The professional wanted me to make a decision and go one way or the other. I gave up on his so-called help and cleaned my act up. I worked my way into a management position where my occasional gay lifestyle is more accepted. I enjoy an occasional party where I dress as a woman while flirting with a man that knows that I really have a cock between my legs, and knowing that I can't pass as a real woman in public. While I can afford the corrective breast reduction surgery now, I'm not sure if I want it at this late stage in my life. That's the primary reason why I used to fight with Julie. I was jealous of her - her looks, her fantastic body, her genuine sex and most of all, because she had you. I was attracted to your big, handsome body from the first day that I saw you and she was your woman. I wanted the opportunity to prove to you that I could be just as much of a lover as she was. I knew that I didn't have a chance with you because of your obvious heterosexual personality and your infatuation with a genuine girl, but I wanted to try." "Back then, I wouldn't have understood. I knew that you were gay but I accepted your flirtations as just being something that we could joke about." "Do you understand now?" "I don't know. I think so." "When you do understand, you'll know. So I'll keep my distance until you've made a decision." "Don't you call being here in bed with you, making a decision?" "No, I think that it's just curiosity and loneness." We relax and enjoy the pleasure of being close to each other as we each open up more about our lives and our secret heterogeneous experiences. I tell him the things that I feel and think about after escaping from Lynne's female body. He asks a lot of questions about my experience and states that he would've also been confused in similar circumstances. As for anything more than just a discussion between us, Pete leaves it up to me to make the first move and I don't do anything except just lay in bed talking to him. Although I'm in bed with him and both of us are naked, I still don't feel comfortable in going any further. I doze off with my best friend, that is my best friend after my Julie, Pete lying beside me on the pillow. ****** As we follow our evil duo around the following day, there is a perceptual difference in the way Pete acts. He flirts with me. Although he has flirted with me since the first day that we met over three years ago, the intensity of his flirting changed. He does small things such as bump into me accidentally as we board the elevator or gently brush a stray lock of my hair back into place as if we are lovers. While his words are the same, there is now the added soft touch and a never-before-seen gleam of anticipation in his eyes. In the broad daylight, I regret my action the previous night. Although we didn't do anything, I let down a barrier that changes our relationship. It is a change that Pete wants and one that I'm not sure about yet. He is acting funny all day, at times being very quiet, and I catch him frequently staring straight at my crotch. Our targets go to a nearby recreation park and go horseback riding. While we wait on them to return to the riding stables, Pete goes looking for something for lunch for us, returning with some chili hot dogs from a street vendor. I start guzzling my hot dog and Pete corrects me "You're going to get an ulcer if you eat like that. Slow down and enjoy your food. Watch me." He holds the hot dog bun close to his face and eases it toward his mouth, slowly opening his mouth, taking just a little of the exposed hot dog into his mouth. Recognizing his graphic sexual innuendo, I watch as he closes his lips around the tip of the hot dog and bites a small bite off, which he chews and swallows before licking the mustard from his lips. I laugh at his hidden joke and respond "Real men are able to get the whole hot dog into their mouth and swallow the whole thing." then I stuff the remains of my hot dog into my mouth as he laughs until tears oozed down his smiling cheeks. ****** We don't make it until our normal bedtime. As soon as we enter our hotel room with our freshly developed pictures, I feel my male testosterone's kick in. I feel a strong desire to relieve my restrained sexual desires and it feels like the time to take Pete up on his frequent suggestions. Without asking his permission or warning him, I push Pete's slightly smaller body against the wall, pinning him against the wall with my chest, and rub my hard cock up and down his body as our mouths merged. Except for the much rougher feeling of his unshaven face, it's as if I'm kissing a woman. We French kiss each other with our eyes shut as our hands roam over each other's body for several passionate seconds. Then, knowing what I want to do to him, I hold his arms up-right in a high nailed-cross-position and ease one leg between his thighs as we dry-humped each other until we are out of control. I feel my rock hard cock mash against his soft body and feel his cock respond to my prodding. He gently pushes me back as his hands fumble with my zipper. As soon as he gets my trousers down to my knees, he pushes me back against the wall as he drops to his knees. I felt nervous, tingly, horny and despite those feelings, a small portion of me feels like running away. I just stand there braced against the wall with Pete in front of me, down on his knees. He rubs his smiling face against my cock, enjoying the smell of my pubic area as his hands cup my ass and caresses the inside of my thighs, moving upwards. His eyes are shut and a small smile lights up his face. I know that I have committed to a game - his game and I have to let him play with me as well as doing my part in playing with him. I groan with real delight when he runs his hand over my penis and wraps his hand around my throbbing manhood. He holds the shaft and kisses the cockhead as he whispers "I've been waiting for this moment for years - to show you how I can make love to you and bring you pleasure." ****** I'm surprised at how gentle a lover Pete is. I expected that he would be just as aggressive as those hospital male orderlies usually were. Instead, he is gentle, soft and takes his time, letting me adapt at my own pace to each new sensation and experience. Instead of fucking each other, we made love to each other. For the most part, Pete is the recipient of my cock's thrusting. It is his choice because I try to reciprocate but he wants to play the role of my girlfriend, not the role of my boyfriend. After a late and somewhat quiet breakfast, we are walking through the parking garage to our rental car, when Pete impulsively kisses me on the cheek quickly. I look around to see if anyone is watching and Pete's face blushes "At least I didn't leave any lipstick on your cheek. That quick peck was for last night. I really enjoyed myself and hope that you did too." Still feeling weird about expressing affection to a man in public, I nod my head and unlock the car, eager to change the topic. I quickly drive to the apartment building and park the car in a metered spot where we can watch everyone coming and going through the main door. I stay in the car while Pete wanders down to the coffee shop to get a couple fresh cups of coffee. Although I'm actively watching the door, my mind is elsewhere. I'm thinking about me, about my poor departed Julie, about the bastards that did this to Julie and me, about Pete and most of all, about my new sex orientation. Pete's the way that he is because of several factors. While he blames his eventual personality and sex orientation on his childhood and frequent teasing about body changes that he had no control over, I feel that he is probably destined to be the way that he is. I don't believe in pre- destiny or anything like that but too many children have grown up in similar families with dissimilar results. Pete was probably destined to be a little feminine and oriented toward sex with men. As for myself, my new sex orientation is because of my imprisonment in a female body and subsequent appreciation of sex with a man. True, it was more normal when I thought I was a real woman. It's very addictive to be sexually active with men partners for several months then very confusing to discover that maybe you shouldn't be having sex with men anymore. The more I think about it, the more that I realize that I'm now and forever very bisexual. And that doesn't bother me when I consider that there are many other men with similar desires. It could be worse. I could be completely gay with a slightly feminine and catty personality like Pete. Chapter 7 - The Kidnapping I hadn't forgot the real reason that we are in DC, during my brief self-discovery escapes with Pete. Watching the two of them strut around in bodies that don't belong to them, makes me so angry that I vowed to kill them. I have almost daily discussions with Juan who is hiding in Rio. He is using his contacts with the local criminals to work out the details for getting my parents back to Eden. So I'm quite pleased when he tells me about the smuggling organization that he found. If I can get Johnny and Julie unconscious or their uncooperative bodies to a certain airport hanger in Miami, he can get us around customs, out of Florida and into Rio with no questions asked - for one hundred thousand dollars. I'd given Juan more than that when I left, so I tell him that I'd like a loan which I'll repay from the rest of Doctor Garcia's ill-gotten funds. He readily agrees and starts working on the local travel arrangements. Pete and I decide that Johnny's male body's superior strength will probably be too difficult to overcome so we'll have to figure out some way to drug Johnny before we tackle them. That's when our luck changes. We are watching the hotel when Julie comes out, followed by a bellboy pushing a cart with several large suitcases, which the bellboy loads into a taxi. Pete and I immediately notice that she is smoking a small cigar. Pete's quick observation is "They've had a fight and she's leaving." I don't agree, knowing that my father limits himself to one cigar a day when he is around my mother but goes hog- wild when he is traveling. We follow the taxi to the airport and I lose her inside the airport. I return to find a beaming Pete waiting for me outside the airport's main doors "The taxi driver spilled the beans - for a hundred dollars that is. Seems his fashionable female passenger is on her way to Miami where she's going to take a connecting flight to Rio. Some type of minor family emergency back home." Several long distance phone calls to Rio and we find Juan, telling him that I'm on my way back, while Pete remains behind to watch my former body. I catch the next flight to Miami and twenty-four hours later, am in Rio. Juan meets me at the airport gate "She's already back there in Taiz. Seems that the new Lynne Kimball was caught being fucked by an orderly, creating a possible hospital scandal. The doctor decides that she isn't a dangerous threat to anyone and doesn't need to stay in his hospital. He tried to find Doctor Garcia but couldn't, so he just ships her back to the ranch. I'm willing to bet that the reason the lovely Mrs. Kimball Junior is headed back home, is to permanently take care of her dear mother-in-law. I took the liberty of having my friend check Doctor Garcia's answering machine and there are three calls from our good friends in the last forty-eight hours. Anyone want to bet that the old lady Kimball doesn't have an fatal heart attack in the next couple of weeks?" ****** I grip my doctor's bag tightly and step out of the jeep, concentrating on maintaining the personality expected from Doctor Garcia. In most places, if you're in a person's body and wearing that person's clothes, then you're accepted as that person. However, I know that the new Julie's experience with body exchanging will make her think twice if she notices anything even slightly different about the good doctor. So my impersonation of him has to be perfect. The restrained and obviously sedated familiar body of Lynne Kimball is sitting in a wheelchair on the hacienda's front porch, staring out into space with a dull look on her face, as the hacienda's medical assistant watches her. When she sees me get out of the jeep, she stares at her former body as if she's just seen a ghost; some of her severed brain cells calling back snatches of memories of when this was her body. She stares at me and points at me as she mumbles something unintelligible. The orderly recognizes that she is becoming agitated for some unknown reason so he wheels her back into the house. I follow him as she turns her head to keep staring at me. "Doctor Garcia, I'm so sorry to pull you back from your vacation, but as you can see, Mother Lynne's not doing as well as we expected." The very different accent surprises me for a second. Somehow I expected this new Julie's voice to remain exactly the same as my original Julie's New York accent. I recognize that John Senior has tried to polish up her voice to match her new appearance. I turn to see a more casually dressed Julie sitting on the couch. The room reeked with the smell of the stinky Purerto Blanco cigar that she is smoking. Sitting on the couch beside her is a woman that I recognize as being one of the teachers for the worker's children. She stands up and holds her out to shake hands with me. I step forward, remembering that Doctor Garcia usually bows when he enters a room with women. I bow to Julie and then to the teacher before I accept Julie's still outstretched hand. Her hand is warm and her handshake is firm. I have to fight back the impulse to grab her and throttle her, but I know that I have a game to play first so that I can pick the best time for us to commence our eventual battle to the death. She is dressed in tight fitting designer jeans, with a silken v-neck bright yellow blouse with an upraised collar framing her face. Around her waist is a wide leather belt that matches the knee high riding boots that she is wearing. Tucked into the corner of her mouth is the identifying cigar - my father's trademark. While the round, thick cigar distracts from her femininity, her overall appearance is of a woman that is very assured of her looks and identity. "I came as soon as I found out about her. I was on a much-deserved and often postponed vacation and was surprised at my colleague's hasty decision. I'm sure that we can convince him to re-admit her." I reply concentrating on trying to emulate Doctor Garcia's accent. "That's why I sent for you. I'm sure that you can work something out with the hospital director, but I'd like for you to personally examine her. She seems weak to me and I'm not sure if her health would survive a trip back down river at this time." Her beautiful, ocean-blue eyes hiding the evil that I know lurks behind her twinkling smile. "I'm at your service." I reply as I click my heels and bow my head, signifying the servitude that I'd seen the real doctor display before. She turns to the teacher, her voice changing to a softer tone as she suggests "Carmen, why don't you join the doctor and myself at our dinner table tonight. If you will excuse us, the doctor and I need to discuss a proper medical treatment for my mother-in-law." As I listened to her, her tone and condescending smile remind me of the evil witch in Hansel and Gretel, as she sets the kids up for the eventual capture. I follow her down the hallway into the bedroom that they are using for the ill Grand Dame, watching her hips sway provocatively as she shows off this rear view of her stolen bombshell body. She quickly dismisses the medical assistant with a patronizing half-smile, that quickly disappears as she stares at the aged body restrained to the wheelchair. When only the three of us are in the room, her pleasant demeanor changes as fast as her femininity disappears. Ignoring the mumbles of the obviously drugged woman, Julie's pretty face frowns as she pulls the cigar out of her mouth and points it at me as if she is a dissatisfied customer at a service station. "Look, we paid you a fortune to do one simple thing - KEEP HER UNDER CONTROL until we satisfied all of the local tax laws concerning inheritance. All you have to do, is keep her healthy for another six months and we'll save forty percent of the tax that we owe after becoming the new ranch owners. I stopped off at Taiz and spent yesterday trying to sweet talk the hospital director; only to discover that he's very gay and I actually turned him off. Bastard doesn't know what he missed out on. Anyhow, I came back here this morning, discovering that she escaped from the hospital a couple of weeks ago and was gone for four days before they found her working in a local whorehouse. If you can't control her, I'll find someone that can control her. You'd better get her back in that hospital and then make sure that her health goes downhill fast after we pass the two year tax time. Do you understand me?" I nod my head trying to be appropriately humble "I've already had some discussions with the hospital and have made the appropriate financial arrangements with the director, which will come from my personal funds. She'll be re-admitted in a week or two, after I document that her home stay caused her health to go downhill. As for her health, she's getting up in age and a sudden heart attack at the right time wouldn't be investigated by the authorities." We are talking about the current Lynne as if she isn't in the room. I turn around to see a tear run down her cheek and a sad expression in her glazed-over eyes. She knows but doesn't really understand what we are talking about. Remembering my own time imprisoned in that body, I know that she will forget about this subject in a couple of hours; returning to her normal child-like state. The smile returns to Julie's face as she also returns the cigar to the corner of her mouth. "My thoughts also. Good, so I'll leave it up to you to find the place and method, only it's got to be final and untraceable. I've decided to make the most of my trip here. What do you think of our teacher's body?" "She looks quite virginal." I reply somewhat nervously being this close to the malevolent fiend that masterminded my kidnapping; knowing that she intends to inflict her depravity upon the innocent teacher. She uses her fingers to pat some strands of her long curls into place, as a smile forms on her face; ignoring the slight coating of sweat that is coating my face. "Appearances can so deceiving. She doesn't have the greatest body in the world, but I can sense that she's got a little bit of attraction for me. I think that it's a power issue, after all, I'm the attractive wife of a big rich ranch owner. She's cute but has no taste in clothes or accessories. I can dress her up and make her look so much better. Johnny doesn't let me play around as much as I'd like to, so I'm going to stay here for a week or two while you take care of business. After dinner tonight, be prepared to turn in early and leave me along with the teacher. I'm going to see if I can become this teacher's pet." ****** Dinner is as expected. Julie is dressed as if she is out for a night on the town. The teacher wears a simple, white, cotton dress, which I assume is her best and probably only dress. Her short brunette hair frames an oval, well-tanned face from her stay here in the jungle. Her best feature is her piercing brown doe-like eyes, which projects innocence and intelligence; her worst feature is her mouth - no lips, just a slender slit across her face. Her body is - stout - which is my first thought, but she isn't overweight. Rather, she has a rectangular shape as compared to Julie's more feminine hourglass shape. Overall, I wouldn't rate her as beautiful, but she isn't unattractive either. Her voice is low for a woman, reminding me of someone from an old television show. After supper, we adjourn to the living room, where Julie and I light up some cigars. I sit down in a large and bulky chair across from the two women who sit close to each other on the couch. I didn't smoke one of those horrible stinky cigars that Julie prefers, instead selecting a mild one that I'd seen the Doctor smoke on the porch before. The three of us sip our brandy and relax as Julie and Carmen talk about exciting places to shop that Julie has recently visited. I find it hard to relax because I really want to stand up and scream at the top of my voice that I know what occurred. I feel so much hatred and sorrow at the same time. It's my Julie's twinkling eyes and voluptuous lips sitting across from me, but it is my hated father's words coming from those gleaming lips and emphasized by the seductive eyes. I want to stare into those eyes - to follow those eyes' connection to the brain and to pull my father's memories from that brain. As I stare at her, I notice other things that also anger me. It is Julie's face and body but not only are the hair-style, make-up and clothes different, but so is the personality. My Julie is a normal, happy girl that just wants to blend into the crowd; not be the center of the stage as this Julie obviously desires. My Julie is a shy, one-man woman; while this Julie is a Chameleon/Black Widow Spider, becoming whoever she wants to be while also devouring anything that threatens her. I decide that I can't think of this person as being my Julie and feel better when I start thinking of her again as Julie's evil twin sister. That thought helps me keep my sanity as I sit across from them, watching the evil twin as she concentrates her attention on her current prey - the pretty little female schoolteacher. I know that the teacher's life isn't in danger but that her sanity and virginity are at risk. It is a good thing that she focuses her attention on Carmen because I know that I have a hard time keeping my face and body free of the anger and hatred that I really feel. I feel the anger boil up within me and I dissipate it by concentrating on other things - other memories. I clean my nostrils of her cigar's foul smell by overpowering my taste buds with my own cigar's unique odor. I hate cigars and find it difficult to smoke one, but it is required of my character and I also discover that it helps me to transport my mind from this scene. I try to think of things that I enjoy - that make me feel peaceful and relaxed. I can't think of Julie because that increases my frustration. So I think about my one long night with Luisa in a cheap Rio hotel room - and my two nights affair with Pete after I learned to deal with my real desires. Two completely different experiences, but somehow so much alike. Both of my friends aren't the people that I thought that they'd be in bed. I thought that Luisa would be a money-grabbing whore eager to leave after she collected her money but she turned out to be a lonely woman that just wants someone that she can share her love with. Someone that can forget how she earns her living and treats her with the respect that she craves. And Pete - well, he always seemed like an aggressive gay flame, but he also turns into a lonely soul that reveals his true personality after he lets his hair down. Pete is really a woman trapped in a man's body and is trying to hide it the best way that he knows how. I always thought that Pete would aggressively play whatever games gay men play. I had old images of him wearing leather pants, nipple clips, and carrying a whip. Instead he enjoys curling up together and just letting our bodies touch as we talk. Instead of wild sex, it is normal sex that we share - I think. I'm still confused about my own true feelings and sexual identity. The two of them are so different outside of the bedroom but so alike in the bedroom. As I muse on that thought, my eyes focus once again on Julie. Watching her laugh at a small comment by Carmen and point her cigar at Carmen in a Groucho Marx mannerism, makes me realize that this Julie will probably be the same person in bed that she pretends to be in life. Tough, demanding, self- serving, and very dominant. I shudder to think what it would be like if she turns her attention toward me. If she somehow maneuvers me into bed. I know that I won't be able to get it up because of my revulsion for this evil twin. But can I suckle on those pert breasts again which I remember so well? Can I bury my nose between the legs and risk being smothered by those soft thighs again as my tongue violates every rule of safe sex and hygiene? Can I do it without revealing my true identity and feelings for this evil twin sister? NO and it makes me glad that she has someone to occupy her time and attention while I concentrate on pretending to only be the loyal servant Doctor Hector Garcia. My daydream is interrupted when Julie arches her eyebrows at me, hinting that she wants to be alone with her prey, so I say my farewell's claiming fatigue from my trip. As I walk out of the room, I can hear the sounds of Julie's sweet voice but my father's words as she suggests to Carmen that they go to her bedroom to try on some of Julie's clothes that might fit Carmen. ****** The teacher is unnormally quiet at the crowded breakfast table. When a very happy and smiling Julie joins us, the teacher's eye's lights up as she watches the person that she knows only as Julie Kimball. As Julie enters the room, she stares at her image in a hallway mirror and gracefully fluffs her hair with her hand as she checks out her reflected image. Other people come and go from the table, but the teacher dawdles over her plate, only leaving when Julie announces that she is going for a long horseback ride. A couple of gears click and whir inside my head as I develop an instant plan. I suggest, with an innocent look on my face, that I can accompany her but she declines my offer, suggesting that my patient's health is more important. The teacher wants Julie to ask her, but Julie ignores the teacher's silent pleading eyes. When Julie goes back to her bedroom to get her hat and gloves, I run to the stables and return in time so that I'm sitting on the porch looking as if I'm going to spend the day rocking as she comes outside. I watch from the front porch as Julie puts on a pair of riding gloves to protect her soft hands, then climbs on board her horse. She adjusts her hat, which is a color coordinated hat that matches the rest of her outfit, then lights a cigar before she gallops off. With her high top black leather riding boots, her thick black leather wide belt, her tight form-fitting jeans, her collar-up blouse, her braided hair hanging out of the back of her hat, and that big cigar tucked into the corner of her mouth; she looks like one tough bitch that can take on a complete football team and win. All she needs is a whip in her free hand to complete her tough-bitch appearance. There is just the right mix of femininity in Julie's made-up face, long blonde hair, braless tits and filled out jeans to offset the total dominatrix appearance. As soon as she is out of sight, I run out back to where I hid a horse while she was getting her hat and gallop down a trail that I knows parallels her trail. I don't know what I'm going to do, but I know that this might be my best chance to do anything. I pick up sight of her and follow her down the trail to the river and across the river. Twenty minutes later, I watch her part the vines and enter the cave. I'm prepared and have a flashlight, handcuffs, some of the real Doctor Garcia's zombie drugs and a pistol tucked in my pockets. I follow her into the cave and stay in the background until we get to the central room. She opens the secret hiding place and is looking for her missing notes, when I announce myself "Looking for something?" She jumps and shines her flashlight at me as I aim my own flashlight at her. Her look of panic disappears as she recognizes me "What are you doing here?" "I followed you. I think it's time that you share a little more of the wealth with me. After all, you've got more than you'll ever need." I suggest, playing the game as I walk closer to her. A frown appears and disappears just as fast as John Senior's evil mind works out a fiendish plot to take care of me at the appropriate time. "All right, we'll talk about it after the bitch is gone. Now help me find my papers." As she looks into the hole, I pick up the rag-covered club. She never saw what hit her. ****** "HECTOR." she screams at the top of her voice, the echo almost causing a cave-in. She is tied to the altar, her legs are tied in a spread position and she is completely naked. When the echo's clear away, I step forward, revealing my naked, painted body. She screams again, recognizing my intent. She is still screaming when I stuff a gag into her mouth. In the dim light, her panic stricken eyes glare at me as she fights the gag, trying to push it out with her tongue, but I tape her mouth shut with the gag in her mouth. When she quits her struggling, I brag to her "The game's over now. At least it is for you. It's time to explain the new rules and introduce the new players. I'm Johnny Kimball . Hello dad, do you want to go out back and throw the football or do some of those other things that fathers do with their sons? No. Well, I'm not too enthused with your games either. It's over. I'm going to trade bodies with you, then lock up the good Doctor Garcia at the ranch and lure my `husband' back to his ranch." She starts struggling and grunting, the panic showing in her eyes. I apply the aphrodisiac to her cunt lips and watch as her body almost immediately reacts to the application. After two minutes of drug induced foreplay, I mount her, wanting to hurry and complete this part of the ritual. Ten minutes later, I crawl off her. I'm completely drained, but she is begging for more. Or at least that's what her eyes are telling me because she is still gagged. Twenty minutes later the body exchange is complete and I was rubbing my sore jaw. I had stuffed the gag into her mouth too hard and now I'm paying for my previous aggressive behavior. I'm now in Julie's female body and my father, John Senior is now in Doctor Hector Garcia's male body. I stare at the still naked man lying on the floor. I had the foresight to bring some handcuffs and cuffed his wrists and ankles at the start of the ceremony as I loosen her ropes. By the time the transfer of bodies was over, I was free from the ropes and had my pistol. The good doctor's eyes glare at me as I dress in the clothes that his version of Julie wore into the cave. Then I put the pistol next to his head and unhandcuff his ankles, allowing him to dress in the trouser and boots. After he's dressed in Doctor Garcia's professional looking suit, I place the handcuffs back on his ankles, using them to hobble him. I check the handcuffs on his wrists, wishing that his hands are restrained behind his back but knowing that he won't be able to climb the ladders that way. I put all of the ritual material back into its normal place and instruct my gagged prisoner to march back up the tunnel. When we came to the forty-foot ladder, I go up first and wait for him as he comes up the ladder, being careful to keep him a safe distance away. A minute or two later, we come to a small ledge that has steps carved in it. Again, I go first and position myself so that I'm prepared for anything. But this time, he unexpectedly jumps toward me as he reaches the top step, shoving his shoulder into me, knocking me down onto the hard ground as he falls on top of me. I feel his hands go around my neck as he tries to choke me while his heavier weight pins me against the ground. I have no choice but to pull the trigger. Not once but several times. I keep pulling the trigger even after the pistol runs out of bullets. I feel him quit struggling and his hands release their deadly hold on my neck as his face twists with the agony of a chest full of bullets. I push his heavy, non-moving body off of me, which is quite difficult because my new smaller body isn't as strong as it needs to be for what I am doing. As soon as I'm free from underneath his pining body, I examine both of us. I am coated with the blood from his wounds and he is dead. Chapter 8 - Carmen It takes over an hour to drag and pull his body back down to the cave to dispose of it. Then I lead both horses back to the river, where I undress and rinse the blood from my new body's clothes and off of my new exhausted female body. The blood stains the clothes but I can throw them away later after I get back to the ranch. Until then, I need them otherwise someone might get suspicious if the very pretty Mrs. Julie Kimball comes back to the ranch riding naked like Lady Godiva. A rope stretched between two trees makes a makeshift clothesline to hang the clothes so the wind and tropical sun can quickly dry them. I lay naked on a big flat rock, letting the sun dry me as I try to relax. This morning when I saw Julie ride away from the ranch, I didn't know what I was going to do. This afternoon after exchanging bodies, I'm still working from the same plan. I still don't know what I'm going to do. It all seemed so easy when I first opened the eyes of the Hector Garcia body weeks ago and stared at the ancient body of Lynne Kimball - I was going to reclaim my real male body and Julie's body. I knew that Julie was probably dead and gone forever because we weren't able to find my dead father's body with her trapped soul. So I knew that I'd never be able to restore her; but I would be damned if I let either of my evil parents spent one more second than necessary in our bodies. My rough plan was to kidnap them, transport them back here, reclaim my body then Julie's body and let her body die. Then to take revenge upon my parents. But the unexpected trip back to the ranch changed all that. Now I'm halfway to my goal - Julie's body has been reclaimed - and I only have to deal with my mother in my stolen body. Sitting up on the rock, I listen to the sounds of the forest feeling a sense of peace for the first time in a long time. The sound of the chirping birds, the wind blowing through the tree tops, and the sound of the river relax me as I prepare myself for this next, most difficult lifestyle. As I sit on the rock bare-ass naked, I can see my new reflection in a small, still pool below the large rock that I'm sitting on. I find it difficult to believe that it is now my pretty reflection that I'm looking at in the water. The feminine curvy image that I am seeing, is so beautiful, so vibrant looking - so Julie, even with her new hairstyle and made-up face. I continue to stare at the reflection as I shake my head back and forth wildly, every reflected movement confirming my new body - my new identity. I know that just I learned to be Doctor Hector Garcia and to pass as him, I have to learn to be her. I have to learn to be the woman that I've learned to hate over the last several weeks. Picking up a small stone, I throw the stone into the pool, temporary destroying the reflection. I destroy it because I'm not seeing me, but am still seeing her. It's my Julie - true, but it is my father's slightly older version of Julie with her longer, golden, curly hair and more sophisticated appearance. I know that I have to become her; that I have to see myself - not her, every time that I look into a mirror; or the rest of my non-existent plan will never work. I succeeded as Doctor Garcia because I only had to pretend to be him for the last two days and never looked into mirrors if I could help it. But from the moment that I step off this big rock to put those tight jeans on, I have to be her. I have to constantly be her. I have to be my late father's version of Julie. Laying back on the warm rock, I feel the tension in my stomach increase as I worry about how I will adapt to this new body. Shutting my eyes and placing my hands on my stomach, I try to concentrate on becoming her. I envision myself - my former male body - coming through the woods, riding the wind as a transparent wraith. Riding toward the sleeping, naked body of Julie, lying on a rock by the river. I envision myself being drawn to her until I land at her feet. My cloud-like body swirls around her body until my larger cloud-like body overlays her smaller feminine body; then her body begins to `soak' in my cloud as my body is pulled into her body. With that image in my mind, I concentrate on letting my hands explore my new body. As my hands explore my new smooth belly, I concentrate on other sensations, trying to make my first self-exploration as casual as possible. I can feel my chest moving as I breathe. By tilting slightly one way, I can feel a more delicate shifting of body mass as my new breast tissue molds itself around my flat upper chest, forming an image in my mind of two eggs in a frying pan. While it is a weird feeling for my still some-what mannish mind, it is a very normal feeling for any woman. I bring my hand languidly up my belly, seeking my nipples, discovering the twin erasers of pleasure that I used to be so familiar with. Julie used to tease me that one of her nipples was slightly bigger than the other, so she called one Number 2 and the other Number 3 as if they were real erasers on different pencil sizes. I was never able to tell the difference and I thought that she started that tale simply because she liked for me to try to find the difference. My other hand is rubbing over the short, cropped hair of my neatly trimmed golden pubic mound. Without hesitation, my fingers part the outer lips of my sex - which is a big mistake. I remember a former girlfriend telling me that once she starts masturbating herself, she can't quit until it hurts. That simple gentle touching motion releases a tremendous tingle that zaps up my spine which causes a major reflexive shiver. Before I can think about what I'm really doing to myself, my finger probes the fleshy lips, torturing myself as I probe this so-vulnerable part of my new body. My insides feel as if I'm melting, as if I'm going to explode because of those simple touches. Pulling all my will together, I force myself to stop playing with myself as I jerk myself back into a sitting position with my eyes open again. I recognize for the first time that I don't have the specialized skill level that I need. I know nothing about being a woman. Sure, I lived in Lynne's ancient body for eighteen months, but I was brain dead then and living in a hospital. I don't remember ever brushing my hair because one of the nurses did it for me every morning. The only female skill that I did on my own, was to squat and pee. As for putting on make-up or wearing anything other than a hospital gown, there was no need or personal desire for me to learn how to do that. So I don't have the experience or the skills necessary to portray an attractive woman about town. While John Senior pulled it off, it is only because he still had Julie's memories and he got some additional training from Lynne. I'm going to have to do it by myself, because I don't have her memories. I wonder what it would feel like to have my Julie's memories in my head. To think about the good times that we shared - from my perspective and from her perspective. To peek into how she felt about me. To find those little tidbits of information that she hid from me. To know what she felt like during her last moments alive. I find myself breaking into a sweat thinking about her last moments and then it dawns on me that if I had been able to transfer memories during that exchange - that I would also have my father's memories; which I sure as hell don't want. I feel very different in her body. I don't really remember what it was like to change from a man to a woman before because they so quickly drugged me and destroyed my memory. I remember what it was like to have tits - sagging tits, that is, not a firm set of tits like Julie's firm young tits - to have the hospital orderlies suck on them and to have a pussy that was frequently fucked. I remember how my boobs jiggled and how I had to frequently adjust my bra. But at that time, I assumed that I had always been a woman so I accepted my female body parts as being normal. And because I was in a hospital where all of my normal female gender functions were being taken care of, there are no memories of truly living and dressing as a woman. There are no memories of standing in front of a mirror applying even lipstick or color coordinating a skirt with a blouse. Swapping from Lynne's body to Hector's body had been more of a cultural shock than my swap into Lynne's body. The memories of being a woman were still so strong that it added to my confusion. I ignored those feelings because I was on a time-sensitive mission and really only looked at my new face once in a mirror - when I was shaving in the Rio hotel room. I glanced it a couple of other times, but never really examined it except for that one time. I reasoned that if I didn't look at my new face, I had enough masculine traits so it almost felt as if I was in an out-of- shape version of my real body. And swapping from Hector's body to Julie's body is a culture shock. The three things that I notice almost immediately are the constantly jiggling boobs, the smaller physical size and the weaker strength. Suddenly having large protrusions on your chest is an awkward feeling that takes a little time to get used to. I knew that Julie had nice breasts, but now they seemed even bigger from this perspective. Other differences that I also notice are when I have to struggle to get into her tight jeans and to walk in her riding boots with the two-inch heels. I know that I have to get used to those feelings and to adopt the persona of the last Julie - to become the evil twin sister - the beautiful sexy wife of Johnny Kimball . I have to pretend to be her - no, I have to become her, complete with her unique mannerisms and idiosyncrasies - to lure the phony Johnny back to the ranch so that I can swap bodies with him - to regain my real body and identity. Even if it means making love to my former body. I have to become the aggressive cigar smoking fashionable woman that likes to dress in the latest styles and thrives on being the center of attention. I have to quickly lose my natural tendency to walk like a truck driver and learn to walk like a woman that knows she's got a hellacious body. I've got to hide my masculine mannerisms so that everyone thinks that I'm a woman. When my somewhat presentable clothes are somewhat dry, I dress in the still damp clothes and ride her horse back toward the ranch while leading the other horse. About two miles from the ranch, I stop and light one of the cigars that I found in her purse hanging from the saddle horn. The first puff of the strong cigar almost gags my personal taste buds and the strong, heady sensation makes me feel slightly dizzy as the smoke warms my lungs. So I sit on the horse, puffing on the cigar until I feel somewhat comfortable with it tucked into the corner of my mouth. I have to admit that smoking it is better than smelling it. When I get back to the ranch, I turn both horses over to the wrangler, telling him that the doctor hitched a ride on a passing boat. I enter the hacienda through a back door and change clothes. While I'm undressing, there is a timid knock on the door. Remembering that I'm supposed to be a some-what aggressive female and that I'm almost naked, I quickly debated whether the evil twin sister would boldly open the door or hide behind the door. I compromised by opening it just enough to see through the narrow opening, a very timid Carmen standing there. "Hi, You were late for dinner and I was getting worried about you. Is everything all right?" she asks, a shy smile on her face, her thin eyebrows arched as if she has more to say but is waiting for the proper moment. A lighting thought hits me - here's my expert that can teach me the basic concepts of make-up and hairstyling. If nothing else, she can do it for me while I learn the feminine skills that I need to transform myself into the stunning evil twin sister. I open the door to reveal to her that I'm standing there with nothing but my panties on. A smile lights up her face as she stares at my almost naked body. I suggest "Why don't you go to the kitchen, get us a couple of sandwiches and a bottle of wine? Then we can have a private dinner back here in my bedroom." ****** For an outwardly appearing timid woman, she is quite an outgoing, aggressive lover. Wow, she is great. If that's what every female lover is like, I'm going to become a lesbian. Even when I get my normal Johnny body back. As I expected, Carmen had been seduced the previous night, but it isn't Carmen's first lesbian experience. Just her first with the body that she knows only as Mrs. Johnny Kimball. She becomes quite aggressive and overly familiar with my body after just a few sips of wine. Give her a whole bottle and she can handle a whole football team of women. While I waited for her to return with the food, I'd undressed completely and crawled into the large sunken tub, enjoying the wonderful pressure of the underwater jets that I aimed between my legs. She comes into the bathroom, places the plate of sandwiches beside me, pulls the zipper of her dress all the way down revealing that she isn't wearing a bra. Her small, firm breasts have two small triangles of white where the rest of her body is tanned, making her extremely large and dark aureoles look darker. It also looks as if half of her breast tissue is the sensitive aureole tissue. With a shake of her hips, she pulls the dress completely off, revealing a pair of black bikini panties. She surprises me by walking out of the bathroom before returning with an ashtray, a lighter and one of those damn cigars. I really didn't want to have to smoke it, but know that it is something expected of me. I watch as she expertly trims off the end of it, rolls it around her mouth and then lights it. When it is lit, she passes it to me as she pours each of us a glass of wine. Then she slips off her panties and eases into the water, opposite me, briefly exposing a very dark mound of curly pubic hair. I roll the cigar around my mouth, puffing on it as I let it settle into the corner of my mouth, already feeling the heady sensation from the smoke. Carmen makes a small swimming motion so that she is at my side, her hungry lips seeking my neck. I tilt my head, enjoying the multiple sensations that I'm feeling, from the jet stream aimed at my pussy, to the turned-on woman that is nibbling at my neck, to the intoxicating effect of the cigar. If every cigar smoking session is this tantalizing, I'm going to become a confirmed smoker. Carmen's lips nibble her way down my neck as she rubs her firm white mounds against my arm. I flick a finger against her nipple that is above the water line, tracing the outline of her breast with my long, red fingernail. "I wish that my breasts were as beautiful as your perfect mounds." She purrs as she rubs her palm over each of my breasts under the water. I put the cigar into the ashtray, rising slightly so that my breasts are above the waterline. Without hesitating, she bows her head, wrapping my nipple in the warm vise of her lips. I lean back, shut my eyes and enjoy the sensation of an experienced mouth teasing my sensitive nipples. She traces circles around my own aureole, her tongue darting around the nipple, teasing it before capturing the nipple with her warm lips. I have always been a tit man and have sucked on many a woman's boobs since my first encounter. But this is the first time that I'd really experienced it from this perspective. I can't think of anything, my whole life and attention is focused on enjoying that most wonderful sensation. I find myself shuddering and shaking as previously unimaginable sensations roar through my body from every simple movement of her tongue. Even the momentary minor pain as her teeth nip at me, create an unbelievable delight, causing me to moan as I lay back against the tub wall with my eyes closed, enjoying the feel of her oral ministrations, feeling a wetness between my legs that I know originated from within me. And when she changes to my other boob, I shiver myself into that delightful state known simply as Nirvana. As she sucks my boobs in her mouth, I wonder if this is what it feels like to have a baby nursing. Then I close my eyes and enjoy her experienced tongue action. Suddenly I feel her pull away as she leans back on the tub, her outstretched arms poking her breasts out, inviting me to reciprocate. I majored in tit sucking in college and have a few tricks of my own to show her; but first I reposition her so that her legs are spread and one of the underwater jets is pummeling her hairy mound. Then I kiss her firmly on the lips, as my hands start my wind-up attack on her breasts. After a long, soul-searching French kiss, I replace my tongue in her mouth, with that cigar, knowing that its intoxicating smoke will add to her pleasure. While she doesn't have the most perfect breasts that I've ever seen - my Julie has that honor - Carmen's breasts are the sexiest breasts that I'd touched my lips to. Part of it is because I'm so turned on already by her tongue and now I'm enjoying showing her that I can make her have multiple orgasms with just my tongue on her nipples. Her erect nipples look like two thick pencil erasers on two large dark circles centered on two large white triangles. I feel her hip movement underwater and her loud moans echo off the bathroom's tiled walls as she reacts to my tongue-lashing. Dropping my mouth below her breasts and cupping her breasts with a gentle lifting motion, I ease her into a standing position. Then I push her back onto the floor surrounding the sunken tub so that her back and ass are lying on the floor as I spread her legs around my shoulders, kissing her inner thighs as I move closer to the moist center. When my mouth touches her saturated hair mound, she shivers and grabs my head as her legs tighten around my neck, pulling me closer. I respond by pushing my probing tongue up into her exposed cuntal lips, tasting her delicious pussy. Did I say earlier that I'm a tit man? I'm also a pussy man and can't get enough of it. As her creamy taste fills my mouth, she shudders and explodes in an intense orgasm. As soon as I'm able to, I began to work my tongue in and out of her opening, moving it faster and faster as if my tongue is a small probing cock. I can tell that she approves of my actions by her humping hips and her loud groans. Within two minutes, she explodes again. However this time, I pull back and stand up, removing the cigar from her lips, puffing it back to life as I sit on the tub waiting for some life to return to her exhausted body. When she can move again, I spread my legs slightly as I wink at her. Without any hesitation, she bows her head, finding her way to my neatly trimmed golden mound. I lean back on the tiled floor, laying my legs on her shoulders, shuddering as her talented tongue traces a path up and down my slit. I lay there trying to remember what it is like to get a blowjob, trying to decide which I like better. Within seconds, I can't even remember what it is like to get a blowjob; all thoughts except enjoyment of her tongue action forced from my head as the orgasm hits me like a giant tsunami wave. As I shudder and shake, her tongue keeps probing deep within my innermost womanhood, her tongue expertly hitting all the sensitive places in my new body. We somehow roll out of the tub onto the floor, assuming a sixty-nine position where we tease each other until our cunts are saturated with our jism and our glistening mouths thoroughly coated with each other's jism. After an extremely powerful mutual orgasm shakes us apart, we both lay there, unable to move, weakened so that that we can't even stand if we tried. I roll back into the sunken tub, too exhausted to move. Carmen slowly stirs, whispering "That was so much better than last night." ****** Carmen doesn't object to sharing my bed with me. Waking up the next morning in bed with a vibrant and enthusiastic lover results in the two of us missing breakfast. But we don't care. And Carmen doesn't object to my new game. I tell her that she is now my slave. Her job is to sleep with me at night, to make love to me whenever I want sex, and to make me look pretty at all times. I sit down in front of the make-up mirror and let her put my make-up on and then style my hair, while I watch what she is doing, trying to remember the steps that she uses to make me look like the more sophisticated version of Julia. ****** I place a call to Pete, using his cellular phone number. He is surprised to hear a woman's voice - my new voice - and it takes a few minutes to convince him that I'm now in her body and to tell him about the death of John Senior in the doctor's body. Pete tells me that since Julie's left Washington, Johnny hasn't wasted any time and is escorting two very nice looking women around. The women aren't going home at night. Apparently both of my parents are treating themselves to a vacation. I tell Pete that I'm going to call Johnny while pretending to be my father's version of Julie, tell Johnny that I'm having unanticipated trouble with Mother Lynne and need his help back at the ranch. And that Pete should be prepared to follow my former body back here. Pete asks what we will do once we get Johnny back here and I tell him the truth - I don't know. ****** I found the most wonderful position. Rather, that is Carmen showed me the most wonderful position. I hunker down on all fours as if I'm going to be ass fucked and she slips a moist soapy finger inside me while her other hand firmly cups my hanging down boobs. Then she soaps up her other hand and guides two or three fingers into my anus at the same time. Then she replaces the fingers with dildos and I cream all over the place, jerking so hard that I think that I will break some bones. She makes me remember how much I enjoyed it when the hospital orderlies would fuck me, only this body is definitely more sensitive. No wonder my Julie always had a big smile on her face when we made love. ****** After a lot of thinking about what I will say and how I will say it, I call Johnny. I decide to take the tough-guy approach, using the same tough, no nonsense tone of voice that Julie used on me when we were alone with Mother Lynne. When he answers the phone and I heard my old body's distant voice through the phone speaker, I feel a strong urge to hang up but know that I can't. Champing my teeth around the cigar to add a little atmosphere to my character playing, I cooing ask "Do you miss me, darling?" knowing that he will recognize the voice. A second pauses before he responds "You know I do." "Well, I miss you and know that you're going to hate what I'm getting ready to say. It's going to spoil your vacation. Mother Lynne - you do remember your dear mother - is sick and may not have much longer to live. And I've discovered that our poor departed friend, Juan Lopez, somehow didn't file all the paperwork that he was supposed to. The ranch is still partially in her name. I suggest that you join me while we petition the court to correct the mistake." There is a long pause as I wait for him to respond. Then he answers, "I'll be there in one week." "Good, I'll be waiting for you." and hang up. ****** Being the ranch owner has its benefits. For example, I relieve Carmen of some of her teaching duties so that we can spend some time together while I wait on Johnny's arrival. We ride on horseback out to a quiet little cove, undress, go skinny-dipping and then make love on a sand bar. I personally discovered too late that getting sand in your vagina slit, isn't one of the most pleasant feelings in the world. She tells me about her life, about how her father is the local head deacon back home, and how he tried to force her into joining the church as a nun. How she became a teacher, then ran away from home, knowing that there is more to life than what the church offers her. She'd been here two years and had been considering moving on when I came back. She remembers how shy and humble I used to be; then joked about how I became more aggressive and outgoing after my marriage. She jokes it is because I'm having to be the man in the bedroom. She is very inquisitive about my bedroom relationship with Johnny? Is he a good fuck? Is his cock proportional to the rest of his body? Which do I like the best, her tongue or his cock? I can tell that she is jealous about as much as she is curious about Johnny's skill in cockmanship. I also suspect that she would be a willing participant in a m,nage . trois relationship between Johnny and me. But can I do it? Can I contain my hatred and my anger long enough to have sex with my former body - knowing all the harm that my bitching mother did to my one true love and me? I know that I had to pull my impersonation off until I can somehow capture Johnny and drag him back to the cave; which is going to be rough enough without him suspecting that something is wrong. Thanks to Carmen, I learned how to do my own make-up without any assistance and fix a couple of appropriate hairstyles so that I look very presentable. As my confidence in dressing and preparing myself improves, so does my impersonation of my father's version of Julie. Strutting around the house with a cigar in my mouth became second nature; just as dressing up for dinner in a beautiful evening dress and heels becomes more comfortable. I feel confident enough in my impersonation to fool anyone - maybe even Johnny. Chapter 9 - Johnny I wake up very groggy as the overhead light is turned on. Shielding my eyes with my hand from the bright light, I stare through half-awake eyes at Johnny standing in the doorway. His appearance startles me because he isn't due for another three days. Beside me, Carmen mumbles something intelligible as she turns over, seemingly going back to sleep instantly. A smirk appears on his face as he strides across the room to the liquor cabinet. Pouring a drink for himself, he turns around as he holds the drink up as if to salute me. He downs the drink, then asks in a tired voice "I thought that we both agreed that we would limit our entertainment to casual acquaintances and leave the employees along." Trying to hide my terror at unexpectedly facing my own body and at the same time, having to pretend to be his mate of many years, I decide to go with a strong bluff "I fired her. She's now my best friend so that our employee agreement doesn't apply to her. Do you have any other minor objections?" "Where do you expect me to sleep? After all, I'm still your husband." A muffled voice comes from Carmen's pillow. "Some husband. You find two naked cunts in your bed and you're interested in sleep." "Touch,, she's right. Would you please introduce us, my dear?" Carmen rolls over so that she is propped up on one elbow, making sure as she turned, that the bed sheet doesn't hide her exposed breasts. I say simply "Johnny, this is Carmen Valdez. Carmen, meet Johnny." She coos in a sultry voice "Anyone who's named Meat Johnny can't be all bad. Why don't you get undressed and join us? I'm dying to see why they call you `Meat'." "What a nice welcome home surprise. Well, Carmen, I would love to join you, however my dear wife made me promise a long time ago that I would behave myself, especially when other women were involved. I break that promise all the time - especially when there's a chance of fucking myself to death. I'm going to take a quick shower and clean myself up from my long trip. Why don't you two go ahead and start without me. I'm sure that I can catch up quickly." As soon as he walks into the bathroom, I sit up in the bed and light a cigarette, wanting to have something to calm my tense nerves. I hadn't planned on this. I had expected him to show up and I would somehow convince him to immediately ride straight out to the mine where I would quickly overpower him, just as I did John Senior. Instead, I'm trapped in a situation where I have to second guess how dead father's version of Julie would handle a m,nage . trois. Beside me, Carman coos "I hope that you didn't mind me being so forward, but he did catch us together." I keep staring at the bathroom door, knowing that in just a few seconds, that I will have to do the ultimate impersonation and try to fool Johnny in a too close circumstance. It is going to be difficult enough to sit on a horse and do small talk as I guides him out to the mine, but there is no way that I can convince him in an intimate environment that I am whom I'm pretending to be. Then it hits me. Turning to face Carmen, I whisper "Forward? No, you weren't forward enough. Johnny like's aggressive women. When he comes out, why don't we surprise him. He's used to me so getting some of my nookie isn't that big a thrill for him. Why don't you be a little seductive tramp and take him on by yourself? After he's had time to enjoy your delicious body and rest, the three of us can spend a little time together." Her face lights up as if she's just won the lottery. I can see one of her legs start moving as her sub-conscious squeezes her thighs in anticipation of the treat that I just offered her. She stares at the bathroom door and I can almost see the wheels whirling in her mind as she considers my offer. Then she sits up and kisses me firmly on the lips before whispering "I'll fuck the brains out of his head." I hop out of bed and slip on a chemise, then put my robe on. As I tie the tassel robe belt, a still damp naked Johnny steps out of the bathroom, drying himself with the towel. He pauses when he sees that I'm partially dressed, then smiles as he suggests with a smirk "For a moment, I thought that you had forgiven me for that little incident with the stewardess, but I see that you're your usual cold- bitch self. Too bad. Seeing the two of you curled up in bed turned me on and I was looking forward to being the cream in an Oreo cookie with you two women." Before I can think of anything to respond with, Carmen replies for both of us "We flipped a coin and I won because I cheated. Get over here in bed with me. NOW!" A smile forms on my former face as he stares at Carmen who is sitting up in the bed. One of her hands is cupping and squeezing one of her breasts while she arches her neck as if she is inviting a vampire to suck her neck dry. It's the sort of pose that you only see in magazines because it's so difficult to get any real loving when you're sprawled like that. Dropping the towel, he walks over to the side of the bed where she is laying, standing so that his cock is only about a foot from her face. Her free hand moves quickly and cups his hanging-down penis and balls. Her voice becomes husky as she groans "I enjoy playing with a cock. Do you mind if I stroke your pretty little cock?" Johnny's smiling face is a silent answer to her question. She shifts her sitting position to a kneeling position where she is facing him, as she continues to stroke him. I'm relieved that he is being detracted by my little friend and pick up my cigarettes as I start to slip out of the room. Johnny never breaks eye contact with Carmen as he requests "Don't go! Sit down and watch. You might learn something new." Not sure what to do, I decide that I will comply with his request until I can slip out unnoticed. I sit down in the lounge chair at the foot of the bed and light a cigarette as I watch Carmen move her fingertips up and down his cock, her lips only a few teasing inches from the rapidly hardening cock. Her other hand moves up and down his back and then moves down to his ass as she begins squeezing his ass. She stops rubbing his cock and puts her fingertip into her mouth as if it is a cock; then she rubs the salvia-coated finger against the tip of his cockhead, transferring her salvia to his cockhead. Then she blows on it as she whispers "Its been so long since I've been fucked and I need it badly. I like your big cock. Make it big and hard and I'll suck your cock." Johnny responds by stepping forward slightly so that his almost erect cock brushes against the side of her face. A smiling Carmen looks up into his eyes as she opens her mouth and guides his erect cockhead into her waiting mouth. Her lips purse as she gently sucks the head and runs her tongue along the bottom of his cock, causing a noticeable increase in the hardness of the probing cock. Johnny places his hands on her head as he guides her movement, encouraging her to take the whole thing down her throat. Like an expert, she tilts her head and eases his cock fully into her throat. She slips five or six inches down her throat until her lips are at the base of the cock, then she cups both hands around his ass as she earnestly begins to suck and lick my former cock for several minutes. As for myself, I'm feeling a wide variety of emotions. One side of me, the voyeur side, is enjoying the sexual thrill of being a close observer of their so-far one-sided sex. My masculine memories are remembering times that I participated in similar experiences and I'm feeling a light coat of sweat as my female body reacts to the hormones that are pushing me to join them. The other side, the common sense side, is telling me that I should get up and run away while his attention is diverted. As usual, the hormones overpower my common sense. She pulls her head back, letting his heavy cock drop out of her mouth and bob just below her nose. She presses her face forward and turns her face so that his salvia coated cock rubs against her cheek as her tongue probes his pubic hair, searching for his testicles. I watch as her mouth gapes open and closes around his testicles. As she gently sucks on his most tender flesh, I'm again torn by my two different sides, one side wants her to bite them off and the other side wants to slide that dangling cock into my own mouth. I stare transfixed at my former cock, watching it bob up and down as her twitching and moaning face rubs against it. It is more than my hormones driving me to want to suck my old cock. In my eighteen months living in a somewhat confused Lynne's female body with limited mental capabilities, I had sucked a lot of cocks. And my recent nighttime experiences with Pete shown that I can also enjoy a good cock as a man with full mental capabilities. I try to analyze which of those experiences is causing such a strong desire within me, then the truth hits me. I have the opportunity to experience the ultimate male masturbation fantasy - to suck my own cock. Granted the cock in question isn't attached to my current body, but as far as I'm concerned, it is my cock. As a young man, I'd pushed and probed that most obvious male body part into the woman de jour, enjoying the indescribable sensation as it switched from being a pee spout to a sensory amplifier. As I stare at my former cock bouncing up and down, I know that I really want to see what my cock feels like, to see how my cock tastes, and most of all - to feel my own sperm pump into me. A glance at my former face and I know that Johnny is ecstatic from what Carmen is doing to him. I find myself holding my breath as he rubs his cockhead against her ear. One of his hands is still buried in her hair but the other hand has drifted down to her breasts where he is teasing her nipples, forcing them to be as erect as his cock. With a groan, he commands her to "get ready". She responds by slowly pulling away from him, leaving a long thread of drool hanging from his thoroughly wet balls. She rolls back onto her back, claiming the center of the bed. He lays on top of her, covering her smaller body with his large male body as they kiss for the first time and she wraps her legs around his back. From my chair at the foot of the bed, I'm looking straight at his hanging down cock that is rubbing against her glistening vagina lips. I know that I've seen enough and don't really want to see any more. I tiptoe out of the room as Johnny asks her if "she is ready for his big cock to fuck her?" Stepping out of the bedroom, my ear's keep repeating Carmen's gasped "yes" over and over. My knees are weak and I'm fighting a strong desire to rip my robe off and join them. I turn and stare at the couple on the bed. He grabs her legs and pushes them forward so that her ankles are up around his shoulders. When he slams his cock hard into her sopping wet pussy, I shudder with a mixture of desire and anger. I walk out onto the front veranda and light another cigarette, only to discover that it isn't the taste that my body is craving. I put it out and go back inside to the cigar humidor. I select one of the Purerto Blanco cigars, knowing that it is one of the three things that my body is craving right now. As the first puff of the heavy warm smoke fills my lungs, I feel a little relief and finally understand why my father used to smoke those smelly cigars all the time. I pick up a bottle of Scotch from the bar and drink straight from the bottle, enjoying the twin burnings that the combination of cigar and booze provide me. Two of my itches are being satisfied and there isn't any way that I will allow Johnny to satisfy the third itch. Carrying my bottle, I wander back out onto the veranda and sit on a chair with my feet propped up on the porch rail, enjoying my cigar and the fresh night air. I spread my legs slightly and let the cool air dry my damp pubic area as I plan my next move. ****** The cook awakens me as she enters the farmhouse to start breakfast. Startled, I jump to my feet as I try to remember why I'm sleeping on the front porch, my mind still confused from the too-often sips from the Scotch bottle prior to falling into a slightly drunken stupor. Rubbing my hands through my matted hair to somehow shake off the sleep, I remember the late-night return of Johnny to the ranch. My tongue feels all fuzzy and a horrible taste remains in my mouth that can only be compared to the odor from an old garbage can, thanks to my complete inhalation of my first whole Purerto Blanco cigar mixed with the straight Scotch. As I quietly walk down the quiet hallway, I don't know which desire is the strongest - to pee or to gargle with a whole bottle of mouthwash. I resolve that difficulty by grabbing the bottle of mouthwash as I sit down on the commode. A minute later my bladder feels better and my tongue isn't as furry feeling. I stumble to my feet and wander into one of the guest rooms, still feeling sleepy and tired. I lay down on the bed and instantly fall asleep. ****** I'm startled from my deep sleep by a naked body dropping on top of me, pinning me underneath its heavier weight. I jerk my eyes open, and am startled when I see Johnny's grinning face only inches from my face. I try to push him off but don't have the strength to move his large body and can barely move under his heavy weight. I struggle to slap him, but his hands grab my wrists and spread my arms out in a spread-cross position. Stymied by his superior physical strength, I go for a last resort, trying to get enough leverage to knee him in the balls, but he expects that and blocks my knee with his tightly closed thighs. Something slides around my wrist and I jerk my head around to discover a naked and smiling Carmen tying a scarf around my wrist. My thousand questions whirling through my still half-asleep brain are answered by Johnny's explanation "I told Carmen how we were going through the martial problems that most couples experience after several years of marriage. And how you cut me off after you found me in bed with that stewardess even though you were still seeing your model friend. I told her how you were most turned on when I raped you, so she's helping me reclaim my husbandry rights." Through barred teeth, I gritted "Over my dead body!" My arm is jerked toward the bed's headboard corner as Carmen ties the other end of the scarf to the bed. A sick smile forms on my former handsome face as he replies "If that's what it takes - so be it." We stare in each other's eyes as Carmen continues happily with her portion of my rape. I quit resisting because I know that he wants me to resist him. He wants to see the fear in my eyes but I refuse to allow him that satisfaction. I feel my legs being spread as Carmen's scarves pull my body into a spread and defenseless position. When she is finished, she laughingly asks "Can I watch?" Johnny answers for both of us "No. Get the hell out of here." I heard her bare feet plop across the floor and then the sound of the door shutting as she leaves me at his complete mercy. Now that I'm tied and can't move or escape, he sits up and walks over to the dresser. I turn my head and watch him as he pours himself a big glass of whiskey, which he gulps down. He picks up a pair of scissors and talks as he begins cutting the robe from my body "I remember when you bought this robe. We were in Paris and you tried it on for me, then stepped out onto our hotel balcony. I slipped behind you and put my arms around you as we stared at the nightlights of Paris from our hotel room. That was back in the good old day, right after our little body exchange. Why can't we go back to being the loving couple that we were then?" I angrily answer "You know why. Now cut me loose and let's talk about this, like two mature adults." He pauses in his snipping to whisper "I'm going to ease my cock into your tight pussy and fuck you the way that you fucked me so many years ago. Back when I was the young and na-ve teenage Lynne Blanca almost forty-five years ago. You taught me that a woman's body is suppose to serve her man. If my father had known how you raped me and deflowered me that first time, he would've killed you. And now, you're a woman and I'm the man. It's time for your payback!" ****** I stare at the back of my head, my former head, observing for the first time that it is getting a little thin around the crown in the two years since I'd occupied that body. But aside from that barely noticeable hair loss, the total body looks the best that I've ever seen it. Johnny is asleep and snoring loudly from the combination of alcohol, sex, and his tiring trip back to Eden. As for myself, I lay curled up beside him, fighting off the urge to join him in sleep, as I lay there enjoying the pleasant afterglow of a good series of female orgasms. It'd started out as a rape but I quickly found my body responding to his touches, to his lips, to his hard probing cock touching my woman's body's most sensitive inner spots. My body is quickly arching to meet his body as I give up upon trying to escape and am matching his passion pound for pounding thrust. As soon as he untied my feet, I wrap my legs around his waist and lock my ankles, forcing him to slow his pounding down from the bone-jarring thuds to a more pleasant mutual rhythm that's more delightful to me. Then he untied my arms so that I can use my hands to goad him on. I repeatedly dig my fingernails into his back and ass as my lips sucked on his neck or lips. We're groaning and moaning like two teenage horny kids getting our first sex experience. He's asking me if I like this, if I like that; and I'm responding `yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, shut up and fuck me." When he had his first orgasm, as compared to my already several orgasms, I didn't let him roll over and die. I keep playing with him, touching him, and finally used the ultimate trick to keep him hard. I cram as much of the rapidly softening manhood into my mouth, keeping it warm, wet and teased with my tongue. I sucked on it, swallow it whole, and keep it in that semi-aroused state until it balloons back into its more functional rock-hard state. I wanted to blurt out loud how good my cock tasted. I wanted to shout "I've got the best cock in the world - me - Johnny Kimball." I wanted to scream "This monster is the best cock in the world". But I know that I can't reveal my secret and keep shoving it into my mouth whenever I feel the urge to announce my secret. When he experiences his second orgasm, by that time we are both so exhausted and sweaty that there isn't any way either of us could've survived another erection. So he rolls over and immediately falls into a deep sleep while I lay there in seventh heaven, my body still numb and glowing from the tryst. As soon as the afterglow dies down to where I'm feeling more normal, I slip out bed, ignoring the pieces of the cut-up robe and cotton chemise on the floor. I walk down the hallway from the guestroom to the main bedroom, disregarding the fact that I'm naked, my pubic hair is matted with drying cum and my body has red spots all over it from his aggressive lovemaking. I rush straight to the sunken tub and begin filling it with warm water and a generous mixture of bubble bath and oils. I feel that I need to pamper my body and let it relax a little. ****** The bathtub full of warm water is exactly what I need to relax me and restore my energy. I lay in it, seemly dead to the world but my mind is actually whirling a million thoughts a second. The moment that I've been planning for weeks is almost here. I've got the phony Johnny here at the ranch and now I've got to somehow subdue him and return my body to me, without killing him or damaging either body. I find it difficult to stay focused because my mind keeps going back to how wonderful it felt to make love to my body. Yeah, I know that it was part rape and mainly fuck on Johnny's part but I was loving almost every minute of it after I got over my initial terror at finding myself in a "put- out" type of predicament. Part of being a good stud is technique and part is having the right equipment. I feel that my former body definitely has the right equipment after being on the receiving end of it for about three hours. I find it very difficult to keep from crawling out of this warm tub and rushing back into bed with Johnny to get some more. I want him to fuck me again. And again. And again. And again. And again, then it's my turn to fuck him. I don't know how I'm going to do it but I've got to get him to go out to the cave. And then I've got to capture him somehow. I proved to myself the last time, that taking a gun can be a big mistake, especially when there's a chance that you might have to use it on your own body. So I'll have to figure out some other way to capture him so that I don't injure either my real body or Julie's body. The maid sticks her head into the bathroom and reports that Mister Kimball is requesting my presence at a brunch because we missed breakfast and lunch during our multiple hour tryst. I accept the invitation because I don't have much choice because I have to pretend to be married to the creep. I ask the maid to extend the invitation to Carmen. With her there, he'll be on his best behavior and I can use her presence to possibly deflect some personal questions that I don't have the answers to. So Johnny wants me to meet him for a social meal. I know that my father's version of Julia would use this opportunity as a chance to dress up so I must do the same. Which also means that I've got to spend a lot of time on my appearance, making sure that everything is perfect. Although I shaved my legs only yesterday, I re- shave them, also taking the time to keep the nicely trimmed pubic hair shaped. After drying myself off, I stare at the clothes that Julie brought with her from Washington. I pull five outfits out of the closet and spend a little time looking at them before deciding what I'm going to wear. The outfit that I finally select is a little overkill for a brunch within your own house but that is my father's style. Which I must emulate if I want to succeed in my probable only one attempt to recover my body. I select a long broomstick black skirt in double georgette with matching long, tailored crepe black blazer over a matching v-necked cotton-ribbed sweater. The almost floor length skirt barely exposes my knee-high black boots. Around my neck, I slip an expensive gold necklace around my neck to fill in some of the space on my chest to draw attention away from the almost too-deeply cut sweater's cleavage. After I'm dressed, I prance in front of the mirror as I change shoes a couple of times before going back to the boots. I also change the gold necklace for an emerald necklace, try a couple of bracelets, rings and other jewelry before settling on the emerald necklace, a ring for my right hand and a ring that I dread putting on my finger - my mother's wedding ring and golden band. I found both rings in Julie's jewelry box. I spend several precious seconds debating slipping them on my finger or throwing them both down the commode. To me, they're a symbol of this vile marriage between the evil Johnny and just as evil Julie, carried over from the marriage of Lynne and John. Although I came into the world as a result of that long-ago marriage, the rings now represent success at how they stole Julie and my bodies and basically destroyed what Julie and I were planning to do with our lives. I finally grimace as I slip them on and try to think of them as nothing more than just a tool that I need to help me perfect my impersonation of the current Mrs. John Kimball Junior. Chapter 10 - Brunch at the Kimballs "You look totally smashing as usual, my dear. I started to drop by to see you to determine if you have any objections to me inviting Carmen to share brunch with us, but the maid told me that you had already issued an invitation for her to join us. So knowing how you don't like to be bothered while you're perfecting your appearance, I used the time to visit some of the farmhands and their families. I regret to tell you but Old Joe's wife passed away since our last visit. I told him that we would come by in a few days and visit her grave with him. Look, there's Carmen waiting for us. Come dear." Looking at Johnny, I'm very glad that I picked the more formal dress instead of one of the other outfits. Johnny's outfit is composed of slacks, a bright open-neck shirt and a sports jacket; an outfit suitable for brunch at most Country Clubs. He takes my left hand and holds it as we walk toward the dinning room. I can feel his fingertips playing with the wedding ring and I'm glad that I wore those damn rings now. Carmen is waiting for us at the dining room door and Johnny seats both of us beside him at the table. He takes the head spot and I sit at his right side, across from Carmen. I'm glad that I invited her because Johnny immediately starts talking to her and telling us some stories about his trip down here. I use the opportunity to take one last glance at the little mirror that I'm carrying in my purse. My makeup is perfect. My face and upsweep hairstyle looks like I'm ready to be photographed for a magazine cover for Cosmopolitan. My dress is formal enough to be too dressy for brunch and my overall, very classy appearance is something would make dear old dead dad proud of the way that I'm pretending to be him pretending to be Julie. I know that I should stay away from it, but I accept a glass of wine, knowing that it's something my father liked with his meals. I listen to Johnny and Carmen talk as Johnny gets to know something a little more substantial about Carmen than how much cock she can stuff down her throat. Because Carmen is now one of our lovers, the table talk is a little more risqu, than normal as Johnny freely talks about how he likes big breasted women. So I'm caught a little off-guard when he asks Carmen "Now Carmen, tell the truth. Julie has a fantastic body but wouldn't she look a lot better if her breasts were just a little bigger. I've been trying to get her to get her breasts augmented but she keeps ignoring me. So, don't you think that Julie's overall appearance could be greatly improved with bigger breasts?" Carmen and I lock eyes as I try to figure out where this discussion is going. I'm not sure if I like it although I prefer it over any discussion where we're talking about something personal that I have no knowledge of but the last Julie would have knowledge of it. Carmen tries to hedge on answering the question by saying "I can't speak for Julie but I've often wondered how my life would change if I had bigger breasts. I would probably do it if I had the opportunity, just to change my image somewhat from being a perky-breasted schoolteacher to a sexy seductresses." "That sounds like a challenge and I like challenges. Carmen, I'll pay for your implants if you can convince Julie to increase her 36C cup breasts to a 38D cup size at least. I would prefer to see Julie with even bigger breasts but I'll be happy with a D cup boob to suckle on at night. What do you say, dear? Are you ready to give it a try? You know that it will please me." "Uh..I don't think so.", I respond, not too pleased with the question. "Well, I would like to see you with bigger breasts and also a slight change of your appearance. You're very beautiful but you could be even more beautiful if you allowed yourself to be filled out a little more and learn to dress seductive instead of pretty. A woman only has a few years where she can be at the top of the seductive list and has many more years where she can be on the pretty list. I want to see you make the most of your body and your appearance. So let me ask you again, how about a boob job to fill your body out a little more which would make me very happy?" Every nerve of my body is tensed because I don't know how my transformed father would've answered that. Fighting to keep a realistic looking smile on my face, I answer "I don't think that I would like that at this time. Why don't you go ahead and give Carmen an early Christmas present while I think about it. After I see how she looks, then I'll give you an answer." Carmen giggles as the shock of my suggestion hits home. Johnny laughs and declares "Sounds like a winner for everyone. We'll do it. Carmen, Julie and I are going back to the states in about three weeks. You're going to come with us and stay with us for at least the next four to six months. As soon as we get to a qualified surgeon, we'll turn you into the big-breasted woman of your dreams. You can help me convince Julie to honor her promise to me to consider surgery for her own fine body." ****** Brunch is terminated early because of an unexpected arrival. It's a neighboring rancher who found out that we are back at Eden and he stops by to talk to Johnny about leasing some unused equipment from us. Carmen and I leave the men talking while we go freshen up our makeup. As soon as we're in my bedroom, Carmen grabs me and gives me a big kiss as she squeezes my breasts tightly through my blazer. She is covering my lips with hundreds of kisses as she whispers over and over "Please do it. It'll be so much fun and we'll both look sexier. One cup size is all he's asking for." I pull away from her but she is a like a fanatic as she continues to ravish me with her hands freely roaming over my body as she continues to harass me to agree to the breast implants. After several long seconds of her grouping me, I back away because I want to be able to think clearly instead of making decisions based upon hormonal influences. I gently push her away but she is like an overactive teenager wanting the keys to the family car. I finally suggest to her that she should let me lay down for awhile and rest; so she takes the hint and leaves me alone within the privacy of my bedroom. Going back to the bedroom door, I open it just enough so that I can hear Johnny's voice and the neighbor's voice as they talk in the living room. I pick up the phone and call Pete's phone number so I can tell him about the things that I've learned during Brunch. His phone rings three times, then is answered by his answering machine which pisses me off because I have so many things to quickly discuss with him. Knowing that he checks his apartment's answering machine every day for messages from me, I collect my thoughts and quickly blurt out the following message, trying to get it all on the tape in the allotted few seconds "Pete, it's me. He's here. Got here last night. So far I've pulled it off and he thinks that I'm his Julie. Tomorrow looks like the day that I'm going to go for it. At lunch, he told me that he's going back out to the cave tomorrow morning to make sure that no one has bothered the place while we were gone. I'm going to follow him and try to capture him. Sure wish that you were here to help me. I could sure use some help on this one. But you're too far away and Juan is somewhere playing golf where I can't get in touch with him. Nearest help is Luisa but she's not aware of all the various transformation details so she wouldn't know me in my current body and isn't any help. Anyhow, I've pulled my impersonation off so far and tomorrow looks like the big day where I'll put a stop to my mother's freedom. Why don't you come back to your apartment so that I can find you easily when I get finished with this? Now that I'm finally going to get my real body back from Lynne, how would you like to be Julie for awhile? I don't know anyone else that I would like to see live the rest of her life in her body. Well, you've got time to think about it. I'll call you." ******* "Julie, it looks like this might be our lucky day. Our neighbor is willing to lease some of the equipment and cleared farmland that we aren't working, and he's willing to pay fair market price. We're going to make several million a year on this deal. Why don't you join me on the veranda for a glass of wine and one of your favorite cigars to celebrate our good fortune." ****** Pete listens to the message four times that Julie left for him on the answering machine. The first time, there's a look of utter horror on his face as he realizes that his old buddy is going to attempt to reclaim his real body on the following day. The second time, there's a look of gladness that at last this is going to be over with and he can go back to his job at the restaurant. The third time, there's a look of worry on his face as he quickly calculates that there isn't any way that he can fly to Eden in time in time to help his old friend. The fourth time, there's no expression on his face as he prepares himself to fly back to his Miami apartment to await the next message. ****** "Hey, aren't you Juan Lopez? I thought you died a couple of months ago in Taiz?", the swarthy stranger asks as he sits down uninvited across from Juan. Juan shakes his head, explaining "No, I'm Armando Torres and I'm not from around here. I'm just here enjoying the golf course." "Too bad. I was hoping that you were him. Seems like a couple of years ago, he asked some of the locals around Taiz to keep him informed of anyone reporting finding a body back in the jungle. A white man's body where the man is in his early sixties. Too bad, I was hoping that you were him because if you were, then I might have some information for him." Juan stares into the man's dark eyes, not recognizing the man or knowing why the man is being so circumspect in getting to the point. Right after the dumping of the old man's body into the crevice, Juan had asked some of his bar buddies to be on the lookout for John Senior's body but nothing ever came of it. Pushing his sweat-stained hat back on his forehead, Juan gives the bartender a signal to bring him another drink and one for his friend. After the bartender drops the two shot glasses of whiskey on the table, Juan asks "Like I say, my name is Armando Torres and I'm just here to play some golf. I've got identification in my pocket that proves who I am. But your statements arouse my curiosity. Let's play a game and pretend that I'm this Juan..what is his name again?" "Lopez." "Yeah, let's pretend that I'm Juan Lopez. What makes you think that I would be interested in knowing about a white man's dead body. It sounds like the man has been dead for at least two years?" The man turns his shot glass up and drinks it before putting the glass down on the table and signaling the bartender for another refill. The bartender looks at Juan to see if he's going to pay for this refill and Juan asks in a low voice "I'm not Juan but I like to hear a good story. It will be worth another drink if you've got a story." The man looks Juan straight in the eye and softly answers "I know where there's a white man that fits the description of the man that Juan was looking for back then. And this man is alive. I'm willing to sell my information for five hundred dollars." Juan snaps his finger "Bartender, bring us the whole bottle." ****** The red light on Pete's answering machine is blinking red which indicates that he's got some new messages which were stored while he was flying back to Miami. Taking just long enough to drop his suitcase in the middle of the floor and to lock his front door, Pete presses the play button. The first message is the previous day's message from Julie. He listens to it again, impatiently waiting for the next message. The next message isn't what he expected to hear. It's from the owner of the restaurant who apparently is getting tired of having his manager miss so much work and the message is brief. If Pete doesn't report back to work within the next three to four days, he will be considered terminated. The next message is from Julie: "Pete, it's me again. Johnny got a call from some farmer who's invited us down to his beachfront resort for a week. I don't want to go but if I don't go with him, then he might get suspicious that I'm not whom I appear to be. Carmen's going also and there will be a crowd there so I'll be safe. I'll try to get in touch with Juan and get him to join us. Why don't you stay home and I'll call you when I've got something more positive to report. Bye." ****** "Two hundred now and the other three hundred after I see this white man that you say is alive and living in a remote jungle village." The swarthy skinned man pours another shot glass for himself, noticing that the man who is calling himself Armando Torres hasn't touched a drop since the bartender brought the bottle over to the table. He shakes his head, a serious look appears on his face but his twinkling eyes reveals that this is a game to him. The slams a fist down on the table to emphasis his words as he says "Armando. I suspect that you are a honest man and that your word is as good as gold. However this Juan Lopez was known to occasionally not tell the truth when it could benefit Juan. What if you are this no-good Juan and not really the fine businessman that you appear to be? If I tell you what I know or wait until you go check out this village, then it might be many long months before I see the rest of my money. You'll just have to trust me when I tell you that there's a white man that wandered into a very remote jungle village about two years and has stayed there ever since. I haven't seen him so I can't describe him but his general description fits the same general description that Juan gave his bar buddies a couple of years ago. Amigo, I have to go. Do you want to buy from me where the location of this village is supposed to be?" ****** After looking at the low balance in his checkbook, Pete picks up the phone and calls his boss "George, it's Pete. Look, I got your message. I'm feeling better now and think that I can come back to work. How about if I .. return tomorrow?" After they resolve a few details, Pete removes the current tape from his phone answering machine and replaces the tape with a fresh tape, saving the tape with the messages from Julie so far. He thinks about each message several times before he says out loud "Why do I have an ominous feeling about this? Julie or Johnny or whoever you are now, where ever you are, please call me!" ****** A lot of the customers are glad to see Pete back to work at the restaurant. For the first week, Pete is his normal old jovial self but by the start of the second week, even the customers are beginning to notice how nervous he is. On the fifth day of the second week, Pete gets into an argument with a customer, something that he never did before. After the argument is settled by the store owner in the customer's favor, the owner suggests that Pete might want to take a few more days off to resolve whatever personal problems he's having. Pete turns the offer down, noting that he feels that he needs to stay busy. The owner tells him to relax a little. About two weeks after returning to his apartment and hearing the last message from Julie, he digs the tape out of storage and plays it again as he talks to himself "Why does your voice sound kinda flat in the second message and very alive in the first message. I know that you're disappointed that the trip to the cave was postponed but your voice shouldn't sound so..rehearsed. Yeah, that's it. Your voice sounds as if you've practiced reading a script and you're reading it but trying to keep from being so monotone sounding. God, I hope that I'm wrong and that you're all right." ****** "How much to take me to here?" Juan points at a spot on a map. The jungle guide looks at it carefully before responding "That's difficult to get to. It's going to take at least a week of canoeing and walking to get there. That means a week to also get back. I'll have to have some help to carry supplies. The streams are low at this time of year so it might take longer because we might have to walk further. I'll do it for four thousand and you've got me and my men for a month." Juan pulls a wad of bills out of his pocket and counts off the requested amount as he says "We start tomorrow." ****** "God damn it. It's been over a fucking six weeks since you disappeared from the face of the earth. Where the hell are you, John Kimball Junior or whomever you are now? Did you lose the big one, Johnny?" Pete looks at his phone as if staring at it will cause it ring. After several minutes of silence, he picks it up and calls the restaurant owner "George, it's Pete. Look I need to take a couple of days off to go up to Washington to check on something. Yeah, it's my sick aunt again. The Old lady needs me and I need to go up there to check on her. Thanks." ****** "We found some signs of the village but that doesn't mean that they'll be there when we get there. As you can see from the last several places that we tried, these damn jungle tribes pack up and move when the urge hits them. That tribe that you're looking for, can be anywhere within a thousand miles of here. I don't know why you're looking for that white man which seems to be nothing more than just a jungle legend. Maybe you're off on a wild goose chase. And you only hired me and my men for a month. I think that we should go back to civilization." Juan opens his backpack and pulls out five thousand dollars. Handing it to the guide, he calmly says "There's a thousand dollars bonus. So we'll stay out here another month. Let's get the men walking again." ****** "No sir, we have no forwarding address. A moving company van showed up with paperwork from the Kimball's attorney authorizing the moving van to pick up the furniture and clothes about six weeks ago. I requested a mail forwarding address from the law firm and they gave me the law firm's address to use. I suggest that if you need more information than that, that you go see their lawyers." Pete's face shows the disappointment that he feels upon hearing the news that the Kimballs seem to have disappeared into thin air. He shakes his head and walks out of the apartment building. He hails a taxi and once he's inside the taxi, he says "Airport please." "Which one, buddy?" "Nearest one that has a flight going to Rio today." ****** "Look, Juan. We originally hired on for a month. A month ago, I gave you this same damn speech and you hired us for another month. We extended for that month but that second month is almost over now. We've been out here for over six weeks and my men want to go home. One third of them have already left us and turned back, refusing to tromp up and down every valley looking for a non-existent small jungle tribe that doesn't want to be found. If we turn back tomorrow morning, it'll take the rest of the extra month that you hired us, just to get back home." "Then turn back tomorrow. I'll go on by myself." "You don't understand. This is the wilderness. There are still tribes out here that shrink heads. I can't leave you out here by yourself. You'll get lost and wind up decorating some Chief's hut." "If that's what it takes, then so be it. I'm stubborn and I feel that we're getting closer. I'm going to keep looking." ****** Pete slowly boards the small boat as if the weight of the world is on his shoulders. Glancing back at the small boat pier used by the Eden Ranch, he stares at the six guards that the ranch foreman assigned to make sure that he gets back on the boat. The foreman at first was friendly and answered some of Pete's questions. The foreman's words echo through Pete's memory: "Mister Kimball, Mrs. Kimball, and Miss Valdez departed the ranch approximately two months ago." "No sir, I don't know where they were headed nor do I know where they are now." "Yes sir, I think that Mrs. Kimball was in pretty good spirits when she left here." "No sir, you may not go through Mrs. Kimball's bedroom. I told you that if she had left a message for anyone, that I would've already forwarded it to the correct person." "Sir, if I want to get in touch with Mister or Mrs. Kimball, I contact his lawyers." "No sir, I don't know why Miss Carmen Valdez went with them, leaving us without a teacher. Yes, her position was immediately filled so I don't think that she is coming back." "Sir, I've answered all the questions that I have answers for. You're beginning to become a pest." "Sir, if you ask me one more question one more time, I'm going to knock the shit out of you." "Guards, escort this fucking gentleman back to the boat landing and make sure that he gets on it. If he shows his face back around here, shoot him!" Sitting down on the boat's bench seat, Pete goes through his calendar, marking off days as to what he's learned about the whereabouts of Julie and Johnny. The day after Julie's last call to him, the two of them, accompanied by the female teacher, immediately departed the ranch without saying where they were headed. The foreman himself drove the jeep with Johnny, Julie and Carmen so that he could go over a couple of last minute details with Mister Kimball. The foreman helped Mrs. Kimball into the jeep and she seemed normal. Except that she was wearing sunglasses because she had developed a small eye irritation. Other than that, she was completely normal. They were supposed to be going to a small private beach. Only they never showed up at that beach that they were supposedly headed to. And there's been no trace of them since then. That was - nine long weeks ago. Nine weeks since the last message from her. Chapter 11 - Joanne Having struck out on every lead, there's nothing that Pete can do except return home and wait. The flight back to Miami is uneventful. As soon as the plane lands, Pete uses the nearest phone to check his phone's message system to see if there are any messages from Julie. By now, he is getting used to being disappointed that there aren't any phone messages from his missing friend. He takes a taxi home and goes through the complicated process of unlocking the several locks on his door. He quickly checks his answering machine one more time, then goes to look at what is smelling within his kitchen. Opening his refrigerator, he finds the spoiled milk. He carries the ruined milk and a small bag of garbage down the hallway to the chute that leads to the trash dumpster. Returning to his apartment, he opens the door that he left unlocked and standing wide open. Seated on the couch is Johnny Kimball. "Hello Pete. The door was unlocked so I came in and made myself at home. I knew that you couldn't be far if the door is unlocked." Pete stares at him. There's no visible indication that this is the real Johnny. If it's the phony Johnny, then he also has Johnny's memories up until the time of the body exchange so the phony Johnny would know about the real Johnny's friendship with Pete before the transformation but won't know anything about Pete's subsequent contact with the real Johnny since the transformation. So is it the real Johnny back in his birth body or is it still the imposter with Johnny's stolen memories? If it's the real Johnny, why did it take him so long to get here? If it's the phony Johnny, why is he here? A sardonic little half smile fill's Johnny's lips as he says "I understand that you went down to the ranch to try to find me. Wish that I had known it because I could've saved you the trip. I wasn't there. When I found out that you came looking for me and raised a ruckus with all of your questions, I decided that it was time that I looked you up again. After all, we are old friends." Then a big smile fills his face as Johnny continues "In fact, we were lovers. Do you remember making love to me when I was in Hector's body? Remember us lying in bed naked the first night and just talking? Remember all those hours we spent in the hotel room studying the photographs of Julie that you took with your camera?" Those are the magic words that Pete is hoping to hear. Words that only the real Johnny can express. This has to be the real Johnny back in his real body. Rushing forward, Pete grabs Johnny and gives him a big bear hug as Pete's mouth turn's loose at ninety thousand words per minute. "Who.. What. How long.. What happened. Where. Why didn't you... When. Why. Why not. How long.. Don't ever.." For two to three minutes, Pete is bouncing around his apartment as if he just hit the Powerball Jackpot. He runs into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. Returning to Johnny, Pete pours a glass of wine for each of them while his "motor" mouth is still ripping off question after question. Johnny answers some of the questions but is silent on other questions. But Pete doesn't care because he's exuberantly asking questions faster than anyone can possibly answer them. By the time that Johnny re-fills Pete's glass of wine, Pete has calmed down a little. Then Johnny says something weird "Pete, I know that you don't want to hear this, but you and I need to come to some sort of arrangement quickly. I don't have much time because I'm booked on a flight that's leaving Miami in just three hours." "Sure Johnny. I'm just so glad to see you again and to know that you're safe. I've done nothing but worry about you since I got the call from you that you were going to take on your mother by yourself. Say, how did you defeat your mother?" That sardonic half smile returns as Johnny coldly answers "My poor little Johnny in sweet Julie's pretty little body didn't defeat me. I used to be Johnny's mother before I became this version of Johnny a little over two years ago." A stunned look fills Pete's face. He stammers "Wait a minute. You knew about us making love in the hotel. About us following Julie around the mall taking photographs. About so many things. How is that possible?" Johnny leans back on the couch and quietly explains "It's show and tell time. In this world, everything can be bought if you've got enough money or the power. I've got the power with some money and I've bought what I want. I've had a surprise waiting patiently in your bedroom to show you why you can't defeat me. Joanne, come out here please." The bedroom door opens and Julie steps through the door. Only it's a Julie that Pete has never seen before. He takes one quick look at her face, seeing the somewhat familiar face that they tracked through the malls of Washington DC. Then his attention is attracted to her breasts. Watermelons. Cantaloupes. Whoppers. All sorts of crude nicknames for large breasts whip through Pete's mind as he stares at the large set of partially exposed breasts hanging from Julie's chest. Her dress has two narrow straps crossing her shoulders that support a low-cut front bodice that exposes her breasts almost to the areola. Pete stares at the breasts as Johnny's voice drones in the background "You know my real story so I won't go into those details. Just let it suffice to say that since I became a man, I've discovered that I like women as my sexual partners and companions. And I really like large breasts on my women. Very large breasts. My little sweetie recently consented to have her somewhat normal 36C breasts enlarged to 50FFF breasts just to make me happy. Her former wimpy 36C-24-35 figure is now a more curvaceous 50FFF-24-37 womanly figure. Go ahead and touch them if you want. The surgery was almost two months ago and she's completely healed. She's been actively participating in sex with me for the last two-three weeks now." Like a moth drawn to the flame, Pete slowly approaches the woman. His eyes are flickering up and down her body seeing many changes. As Pete slowly approaches the smiling woman, Johnny's voice keeps pointing out various new modifications to Julie's natural features "Her hips are slightly filled out a little more to give her a more noticeable hourglass figure. Her mouth is plumped up a little more to make her lips look more kissable. Some injections into her cheek area define her cheeks a little more. I'm sure that you've already noticed the long flaming red hair and slightly wild clothes that better show off her fantastic body. She's got such fantastic body and sexy look now that she's decided to be my woman Oh, by the way Julie was alright as a name for the woman who looked more like the rich girl next door, but I wanted a name more appropriate for my new big-titted woman. I picked Joanne because it sounds so much like her real name - Johnny." Having studied several hundred photographs that he personally took of Julie with his telephone lens, Pete is able to see other changes in the woman's appearance. Gone is the soft, socially acceptable dark blonde hair color which is now a flaming red highlighted with traces of dark and blonde hair to add mystical highlights to her hair. The flaming red hair is combed into a rock star's wild upswept fluffed out hairstyle that gives her the appearance of a fiery woman that is full of passion. Her makeup has changed from the normal socialite/business woman style that John Senior preferred to a heavy style that adds dark emphasis to her eyes, making her already large eyes look even larger and more mysterious. Emerald green contacts hide her deep ocean-blue eyes and make her eyes stand out more with the concentration on highlighting her eyes. Her lips are fuller and more perfect, partially because of surgical modifications and partially because of the cosmetics. Standing only a few feet from her, it's difficult for Pete to imagine that this strutting, almost whorish-looking big- breasted porn star looking woman is the same slim socialite that he followed around the Washington malls with Hector or that this is the debonair girl-next-door that he met a little over two years ago when Johnny first introduced Pete to his girlfriend. Staring into her smiling eyes, he bleating asks "Johnny? Why? Why did you give in to the bitch?" Her voice sounds melodic, more like the voice of someone who wants to create a seductive impression with her voice "I don't know what you're talking about. My name is Joanne. If you're talking about why I love Johnny, all I can say is that I love him more than life. I'll do whatever he wants me to do." >From the couch, Johnny's voice says "That's the way that she feels about me now. She completely belongs to me - heart, soul and mind. She'll do whatever it takes to please me. If I tell her that killing you will please me, she'll quickly kill you without thinking twice about it." Pete's knees become weak and he staggers to a nearby chair. Sliding weakly into the chair, he stares at Johnny as he asks "What did you do to her?" "There were a lot of other magical herbs that my John found in that old cave about three years ago. He brought some of them home and kept them in a small workshop in the basement as he worked on the translations. Then he unexpectedly died and our plans were put on hold while I picked up where he left off on working on the translations. I was the one that finally finished the translation on the body exchange procedure. After we disposed of our old bodies and moved on, assuming the identities of the young Kimballs, I still had some of old scripts that I worked on from time to time. I discovered that one of the herbs had the power to focus a person's reason for living onto another person - kind of a mind control drug. I didn't plan on doing any experimenting with it until I get this strange call from my Julie, that is the person was supposed to be my former husband in Julie's body. Julie/John went back to the ranch to take care of my former body. Something in the woman's voice who was calling and pretending to be Julie, didn't sound right to me so I returned home and through a couple of tests, became convinced that it was someone else's soul in my Julie's body now. Old Joe never married. My Julie hated wearing my wedding ring and only wore it on photographic occasions, never for a simple brunch. My Julie never wanted her body modified and would've instantly slapped me down for even suggesting it because she liked the rich bitch look. My Julie was currently mad at me for playing around with another woman and wasn't really talking to me. So after I become convinced that something fishy was going on, I asked the new Julie to join me on the porch for an after dinner cigar and glass of wine. She never suspected that I was on to her game so it was easy to get her to keep her charade going until I was able to recover some of the hidden mystical drugs in the hacienda's basement. I gave her some of herbs in her glass of wine as we sat on the veranda. By the time that she finished the wine and smoked one fourth of her cigar, her mind totally belonged to me; thanks to the drug in her glass of wine. For the next couple of hours, she willingly answered all questions for me, telling me all about you and her following us around, about the death of my former husband, about how you were scheming to take my new body away from me. That's how I knew about you and Hector. I took her back into our bedroom and over the next several hours, gave her some more of my drugs as I molded her thinking process. By morning time, she was mentally the woman that she basically is now. I made her forget most of her old memories and to remember only what I want her to remember. She doesn't remember ever being a man or going through any body exchanges. She doesn't remember you because I erased her total sense of identity except for the new slut Joanna identity that I created for her. As far as she is concerned, she was born in that body. She totally loves me with all of her heart and will do whatever I ask. She is the ultimate love slave. A little plastic surgery to mold her body according to my specifications a couple of days later and her body is permanently transformed into my concept of the perfect woman's body to go with her perfect mind. Yes, my little Joanna has come a long way in the last two months." Pete stares at the empty glass of wine that he drank and at Johnny's still untouched wine. Did the bastard put that same memory killing drug into his wine? He doesn't have to ask the question which is on his mind because Johnny answers "It's a slow acting drug. You won't know for another twenty minutes or so if I put some into your wine. But please don't do anything rash because if I did put something into it, it's already working on your mental system. Let me show you another example of my work. Carmen, come out here." The bedroom opens again and the most astounding woman that Pete ever saw, came out of his bedroom. Her breasts are so huge that Pete wonders why the woman doesn't fall forward onto her face. Unlike Joanne who was somewhat acceptably dressed, this woman is wearing nothing but a g-string and high heel shoes. Pete can't look at her face because he's so busy staring at her breasts. He hears Johnny describe "This is Carmen who wanted to see what bigger breasts could do for her. Like Joanna, I've used some of my drugs to modify her thinking also. I see that you're looking at her breasts. They're hard to miss. With her stout but short body, she was formerly a size 42B-28-34 but thanks to the miracle of today's medicine, she's now a stacked 81TTTT-28-44. Each of her breasts are thirty percent bigger than a basketball and added almost forty pounds to her total weight. Her bras are a quad-T size and cost a small fortune. I know that with the huge size and heavy weight that sagging is going to set in soon, but my doctors assure me that surgery can keep both of my beautiful women's tits perky for another ten years before breast reduction has to be considered. I could've make Joanne's breasts a lot bigger but I didn't want her breasts to look so damn big that they look phony like Carmen's breasts. I let Carmen keep her memories after I made sure that she is completely devoted to me. As you can see, I've created two of the best looking bimbos in the world to serve me. Now Pete, it's time for you ask me why I did this to them." Pete listened to Johnny's discussion while at the same time trying to figure out if there is some of those damn herbs in the wine that he drank. Still too stunned to do anything but shake his head, Pete slowly asks the question "Why?" "Glad that you asked, Pete. I did it to them because I want to show other people what I can do to them also if they keep fucking with me. I'll admit that I like women with big tits and being around these two women gives me an almost constant hard-on. Speaking of hard-on, Joanna, come play with your playtoy." Joanna moved sensuously across the room. Just as someone has coached her how to speak seductively, someone had also trained the augmented woman how to move across a room so that every eye would be trained on her. She didn't walk - she flowed and what a beautiful flow. She drops easily to her knees between Johnny's spread legs and her fingers expertly quickly unfasten his zipper. In less than two seconds after assuming the position, she is holding Johnny's hard erection in her hands as she happily licks his manhood. Grinning broadly, Johnny jokingly suggests "Oh, I'm sorry Pete. I forgot to ask if you wanted to do this. I'm sure that Joanna will step aside and allow you to see what it's like to give me a blowjob." Pete's face turns ruddy red as he stares at his brainwashed friend expertly sucking on the cock as if it is something that the real Johnny has done all of his life. Pete answers "No. Tell her to stop. You don't have to show me anymore. I can see how dangerous you can be when you want to be." "You're damn right. Glad to see that you finally see the light. Just to make you feel better, I'll tell you the answer to your current medical problem. There's nothing in the wine that you drank tonight but if you ever fuck with me again, I'll turn you into something that will make Carmen look very normal by comparison. Perhaps a three-tit shemale. Yeah, that sounds like a good starting point. Now stay out of my life and forget about the real Johnny. That person that you used to know, is just as dead as my former husband. From now on, your former friend is going to live the rest of Julie's natural life as my very sexy Joanne." ****** "Do you speak Spanish?" The naked Indian man nodded his head slowly but he keeps holding his spear so that he can use it as a weapon if necessary. "Is there a white man in this village?" The Indian nod's his head and holds up three fingers pointing at the nearest hut, signifying that the third hut contains the white man. Juan walks slowly past the Indian wondering if he'll get a spear in his back. After all, since his team deserted him a week earlier, he's been wandering these hills by himself so there's no one to protect him. He knocks on the third hut and a male voice inside the hut says something in the local language that Juan doesn't understand. He enters the hut and sees a couple of naked young native women holding some young children. From out of the back of the hut, a bearded sixty-some-year-old white man stands up and stares at Juan. Juan's voice gets very nervous as he asks the question that he's spent two months wandering around the jungle, trying to find this man. "Are you John Kimball?" The old man shakes his head and has a funny look on his bearded face "I thought that I was the only one that knew how to speak this language. The villagers only know their language and a little Spanish. Welcome to my hut. As to your question, I don't know. You see, I've lost my memory and only know about my life since I came here about two years ago. I don't remember what my real name used to be, but the natives gave me the name that someone lovingly sewed onto the shirt I was wearing when I came here. My name is Nike!" ****** Carmen is wearing a pull-over dress that she had taken off in Pete's bedroom. Johnny is standing at the door and he smiles as he says "Remember don't fuck with me or come after my playtoys. Or you'll also pay the price. I can't be beat at my own game." While Carmen was dressing, Johnny gave Pete ten minutes to try to convince Joanna to do something against Johnny's will. Pete quickly gave up when he confirmed with his intense questioning that all trace of Johnny's real life and memories were destroyed by the drugs. The beautiful woman holding Johnny's hand is nothing but a charisma big-boobed bimbo now. As soon as Johnny and his two horny women leave Pete's apartment, Pete picks up his suitcase full of dirty clothes from his just completed trip and starts packing some fresh clothes into the suitcase. He knows that he probably can't beat Johnny by himself but if he can get Juan and Luisa to help, then there might be some potential. Ten minutes later, he walks out of his apartment, not knowing or caring if he ever will come back to it. He is on his way to Rio to find any of the real Johnny's friends. He doesn't know what he is going to do, but he sure as hell ain't going to give up on his friend who needs him the most now. ****** "Let me see if I've got this straight. You're telling me that the reason that I've got amnesia, is because I am really a young woman whose boyfriend's father traded bodies with me and left me to die in a cave. And that my boyfriend is trying to find my body...rather, he's trying to find the woman's body because he wants to try to somehow restore me to being a woman. Son, I don't know what you've been smoking, but that sure as hell beats the shit out of any stories that our young braves tell after messing with the herbs that our village doctor keeps hidden. Look around you, son. I've only been here two years and I've got three of the prettiest wives in the whole village. I've got two kids already and one more in the oven. And you want me to believe that I was born a woman. Talk to any of my three wives and they'll tell you that I'm the hardest fucking man that they've ever seen in his village. Son, I've got a dick between my legs and it feels as if I've had one all my life. I get me some pussy every night and twice during the day. I love pussy. Even when I go hunting with the younger braves, I find someway to fuck one of the old women who comes along to cook our food. There ain't no way that I could've ever been a woman. Now, why don't you tell me the truth as to why you've spent all this time looking for me." Juan leans back against the hut's wall and starts again, knowing that this man isn't going to believe the truth. Being a former lawyer, Juan knows that there are times to tell the truth and times to give a political explanation. Putting a big grin on his face, Juan puts a slight twist to his story "You're right, Nike. The people who sent me here, told me not to tell you the truth but you've seen through me. So let me tell you what I'm not supposed to tell you. Five years ago, you were a big chief in our world. You had lots of wives because of your enormous sexual appetite. It's rumored that you had almost forty wives because as a big chief, you could select a young woman every five to six months to be your wife. Then there was a battle and you were hurt. For a long time, we thought that you were dead. But your favorite wife.. a beautiful woman named ...Luisa knew that somehow you survived and she sent me to find you. So I'm here to collect you and to take you back to Luisa who will help you regain your rightful place on the throne and also among the chief's women." The old man shakes his head, his voice low as he comments "That's the biggest bunch of bullshit. I've never been a chief. I would remember that. Now I believe the wives part because I can see me with a bunch of wives waiting to share my bed with me. I would have forty wives now if there were that many unattached women in this village. How many wives did you say that I had?" Casting like a man fishing for trout, Juan answers "Thirty to sixty wives." The old man's face lights up with a smile as he contemplates life surrounded by so much pussy for him to take whenever he wanted some. For a moment, his eyes glaze over then, he says "Son, I don't know why, but I believe you. Now, I'm willing to go back with you, but I'm going to take my three wives and two kids with us, so we'll have to travel slow. The pregnant woman can't walk more than twenty miles a day." ****** The knocking on the door awakens the woman. Slowly sitting up on the bed, the woman fumbles with a robe as she wonders who is knocking at her door. Few people know where she lives so she knows that it can't be one of her customers. Opening the door just a crack, she stares through the narrow opening at the man. She quickly determines that she's never seen him before, much less fucked him. He start's talking immediately "Hi Luisa, you don't know me but we've got a mutual friend. He said that you are one of the two people in South America that he trusts and I can't find the other friend. My name is Pete. I got your address from Joh.I mean from Hector's notebook. Please Luisa, let me come in and talk to you. I've flown from America this morning and have no place to go if you turn me down. Hector is in a lot of trouble and needs our help." ****** I feel good. But then I always feel good. I guess it's because I feel so comfortable when I'm around Johnny. I love him and will do anything to please him. Carmen is in a lot of pain today. Her breasts became too big too fast and she's having a lot of problems. Johnny sent her back to see the doctor so I'm the only woman sharing Johnny's bed with him until Carmen gets back. I'm pleased that I can make him happy and I work hard to make sure that I look good for him. Johnny thinks that I look so good that he wants to share me with the world. He's hired someone to create a web site for me and he's hired a photographer to take some pictures for the web site today. We're going to call it the Joanna site and charge people to look at my sexually explicit photographs. Johnny's thinking about running a contest among the site subscribers and we're going to fly some winner in here so that I can give the winner his prize. My photographer is going to take pictures of me with the winner in bed as I let the winner do whatever he wants to do to me. I normally don't allow anyone but Johnny to touch me or share my favors but Johnny wants me to personally reward this winner. So I'll let him fuck me because it'll make my Johnny happy. I feel so good. I love my new breasts. They are heavy but I'm quickly becoming used to them. I've only had them about two months now but I can't imagine life without them. I barely remember that I was a punky little girl with small tits. Johnny showed me some pictures of what I used to look like and I vaguely remember when I used to look that skinny and unattractive. I try to forget that life because it sometimes makes me feel bad. If I forget about my old life, I feel good. Yeah, I feel good and love my new boobs. They make me feel so sexy. Wonder where Johnny is? I think that I'll go find him and see if he wants a blowjob. I love sucking his cock. ****** "Look Pete, I'm beginning to regret that I ever let you into my apartment. I don't know how you talked me into flying to Taiz and taking a day-long boat ride to this damn ranch. Much less why I've followed you for a whole fucking day as you wander about this jungle looking for some damn markers that you can't find, but I'll be damned if I'm going to walk another step. Three days ago, you told me that Hector needs my help so I've traveled with you for the last three days and I'm not going any further unless you give me a good reason." "Look Luisa, there are some things that I can't explain yet because you don't have proper mindset or attitude yet. I promise you that after we find this cave...and I think that we are very close based upon the map that Hector drew for me, I'll give you the proof that you'll need to believe the story that I'm going to tell you." "Now, just a god damned minute Pete. You told me that Hector will be waiting for me at the end of this never- ending journey. I'm not going a step further until you start telling me the truth." ****** "Aghhhhhh" the man's loud scream echoes around the cave. The dim light coming from the few lit torches mounted to the cave's wall reveals Pete's face as he struggles against the rope that is securely restraining him on top of the stone altar. He is naked and his sweating body is coated with smeared colors. The naked woman standing beside Pete's body uses her hand to push a long wave of dark hair back from her face. The torch light reveals a very calm expression on Luisa's face. She bends over Pete's tied-down body and lets the man stare at her face for several long seconds. Then the woman softly says "Luisa, I hated to do this to you but I need your help and I knew that you wouldn't help me if I told you the real story. It's a very difficult story to believe unless you can see some proof. That's why I brought you here. To create some proof so that you'll know that the wild, fantastic story that I'm getting ready to tell you, is the truth. Now that you're in my male body and I'm in your woman's body, I think that you're ready for me to tell the true story about my friend Johnny.. who is really your friend Hector who now thinks that he is some bimbo named Joanna. We're going to go save our friend as soon as we find Juan." End of Part 1 Part II Ok, so the real Johnny lost on his attempt to recover his stolen body from his bitchy mother. So now, he's condemned to be the big-boobed bimbo Joanna for the rest of Julie's natural life; and mentally brainwashed to forget his old life and to treat the new Johnny as the supreme sexual master. So the new Johnny has a secret weapon that can turn anyone into his mental slave and he likes women with gigantic tits and saucy outlandish appearances. The new Johnny isn't grieving about the death of his long time mate but is enjoying his new life and bedroom partners. So the real Julie isn't dead, but she might as well be. After all, her amnesia made her forget any of her life as Julie or living with the real Johnny. Her current life as a sixty plus year old very horny man named Nike with three wives means that Nike isn't too interested in trying to resolve any of the real Johnny's problems. But being a horny old man, he would probably be very interested in fucking Joanna if he gets the chance. Say, what would be the possibility of old man Nike winning the Internet contest and getting flown to Miami to collect his prize? So Pete thinks that the only way that he can get Luisa's help is to convince her that he's telling the truth by swapping bodies with her. Does this mean that the new Luisa can go after Johnny because Johnny won't recognize the spanish whore as being anyone dangerous to him? Does this mean that Luisa who is now in Pete's body is going to cooperate? Is Carmen going to survive her problems with her huge breasts? Check this space in about two (maybe three) years to see the conclusion to this story. If you've got any comments, let me know. To be continued?