Identikit

by Prudence Walker

Chapter Three

 

I was aware of noise and vibration as I drifted along on the edges of unconsciousness. Sometimes voices came close and I felt hands touching me, I was content to remain in this pain free state as I felt my body shift to movements not of my doing. I remembered fluid wetting my lips and sucking refreshing liquid as straws were pushed between my lips.

Some time later, I felt someone holding me close. I opened my eyes, but saw nothing, but blackness. Was I blind? Why did I feel no terror at the thought? I could feel a warm silk covered body next to me, and felt an arm, that was draped comforting over my chest. I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep.

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I woke. I lay still with my eyes closed, assessing everything my body was feeling. I was naked, except for the nightgown I was wearing. Little movements of my arms and legs told me I was unrestrained and in no pain. 'Where was I? Where was the person I felt in the bed last night? Assuming it had been, last night.' I thought worriedly. I could sense no one around with my mind. Gingerly, I opened my eyes, to see someone in the room. Alarm flooded my mind, being only slightly relieved to see it was Misty. 'Why couldn't I sense her? Were my powers gone? Had they changed me with the kit, or had my powers burned out after the ordeal with the man?'

I must have gasped, or made some other sound, as Misty looked up at me from the chair she was sitting in. I could see the ravages of tears in her makeup as she jumped up towards me.

"Oh thank god you're okay," she cried. "We thought you might have been permanently damaged from those things you did."

"Where are we? And what happened?" I asked, as I took in the strange surroundings. We were someplace I had never seen before. "I can't hear your thoughts any more." I explained.

"Jan, It may be just a temporary thing, a case of too much too soon," Misty said, reassuringly. You have been unconscious for several days; give it time; I'm sure it will return."

I asked her to fill me in on everything, just then, Christine entered, looking rather haggard. Her face lit up at seeing me conscious and talking. She gave me a quick hug and then raced out, saying she'd be right back.

I pulled myself up as Misty rearranged the pillows so I could sit up in bed. I felt hungry and was about to ask for something to eat when Christine returned with a plate of food. It smelled like ambrosia. Bacon strips crispy just as I like them with three fried eggs one small sausage covered with ketchup and two pieces of toast. I didn't think I could eat it all with my smaller sized stomach, but I was well under way nearly inhaling it in my hunger as the two girls filled me in.

After I'd passed out, Misty had freed herself from the chair with her free hand and proceeded to free Christine. Unable to rouse me, they put me in bed and kept checking every few hours.

Not sure what to do with the man, they taped him up using the very tape he'd used on us. Wanting some revenge for the way he had slapped me around, they had first stripped him naked and used the tape to bind his arms and legs to his torso. They giggled thinking of the chest hair that was going to be torn out in the tapes ultimate removal.

Christine had then pulled one of her old dresses over the man's head trapping his arms further as they lay pinioned against his body… Christine's old blonde wig was secured to his head with contact cement and an old jacket was fastened around him with the sleeves empty.

For added measure, Christine taped his genitals with more tape forcing everything up and out of sight. As a last minute idea, Christine produced some permanent ink marker pens in red, black and blue. Misty took them and gave the guy a rather hard to remove makeover by putting blue on the eyelids with black around the eyes and red on the lips. Then to gag him, they found some super glue and glued his lips together.

I laughed, at the mental image I was getting, feeling much better now I had eaten. I urged them to continue as I sipped some coffee Misty had made for us.

Christine decided that we needed to move somewhere safer and suggested a place she knew though a friend at her old job. Apparently, it was a cabin near Canastota on the shore of Oneida Lake in upstate New York and was going for a song. She said to Misty that with her new voice, she'd be a shoe-in, which made them both giggle. With some of the tension gone, they had made several phone calls.

Christine rang the agent selling the cabin, asking for details and directions, making an appointment to look over the place. Misty then rang a removal service to hire a truck and several able bodies to pack up everything in the place, and hold it in storage for a while.

That night, they had packed up a few clothes and other essential items and placed them in the car. Christine looked over the car in case it had been bugged, but it seemed clean. A night passed nervously for the pair as they contemplated the uncertain future and the fact that I was still out of it.

The morning found no change in my condition, but they managed to get me to drink a chocolate milk drink through a straw. It seemed I would suck reflexively when the straw was inserted between my lips. They put the guy and myself in the back seat of the car while they let the moving people in that morning. The guy was conscious and furious as he struggled fruitlessly. After the movers had left, they drove out into a poorer part of the city, where they slowed to allow Misty to deposit the trussed passenger in a narrow alley, before speeding off.

They had driven all day and night, taking turns driving and caring for my still comatose body, until they arrived in Canastota. They rented a motel for a few days in advance and then struggled to get my body inside and into bed. That was last night and Misty had slept with me, hoping that somehow, contact with another person may heal my abused mind.

"So what's next?" I asked, as I indicated I wanted to get up and get dressed.

"Well, we are supposed to meet the agent in 30 minutes, but I can ring him to cancel, if you want?" Misty answered.

"No, actually I feel pretty good, it must have something to do with sleeping with a beautiful woman," I quipped, with a grin.

"Hey! GIRL, remember you haven't any bits I'm interested in now," Misty sniggered, looking pointedly at my groin. "You're supposed to be interested in the male of the species now," she continued with a smirk. "I think you have to alter your thinking to suit your physical body."

'Oh god, she's right,' I thought. My future will be filled with interactions with men if I'm to act like a normal woman. I remembered the settings on my basic female form before the extra enhancements. They were set at a default, which meant I was heterosexual with a normal female sex drive. I remembered the favourite saying of Sam Becket of the Quantum Leap series.

"Oh boy!" Somehow, it seemed oddly appropriate.

On a sudden thought, I asked where the identikit was.

"We decided it was too risky to take it with us, so we packed it in a box along with the excess clothing we couldn't take. Don't worry it's safe. It will be following us soon," Misty tried to reassure me.

Feeling a bit worried at not having the Identikit in sight, I dressed quickly, and sat at the vanity, waiting, trying to put my worries aside as the girls helped to put my face on. I realised that while I admired the girls partially clad bodies, I wasn't sexually aroused. Not having a pole anymore to flag my interest, I hadn't realised before now that my interest in girls had undergone a subtle change, now that I was one myself. They both felt like sisters to me, if I'd had any, that is. Even thinking of them in terms of my old manhood, didn't seem to do anything for me. Oddly, it didn't upset me too much. I had a great feeling body where everything worked with no pain. I had a body that was stronger and more limber than my old one. What more could I want? My old life was no longer safe, even if somehow, I could return to it. No, I could see that my life was heading in a completely different direction now. I had to adjust, to learn to be the person I now was.

We were dressed in time to meet the agent, who drove us up to the lake. He explained that it was a good bargain. The place had a lake frontage with an attached boat shed. It needed some work, but was a solid stone construction. It was a deceased sale; apparently, the old owner was somewhat of an eccentric and a recluse to boot. Most of the locals had many weird tales of the place and rumours ran rife, that's why there had been no local offers on the place. 'Some cabin,' I thought. It was huge with a kitchen, dinning room and three bedrooms plus two bathrooms. It had two solid stone fireplaces, fitted back to back, one in the dinning room and one in the open plan kitchen. The agent explained the keys for the boat shed were missing, but that there wasn't anything of value in there, apart from some junk and a small row boat, that was visible through the window.

We looked over the place and if the expressions on the two girl's faces were any indication, it was a done deal. I saw it was up to me to close the deal and I tried hard not to show too much enthusiasm. I was very matter of fact about it even allowing a scowl on my face. As the girls oohed and aahed, I picked holes in everything. I knew the first thing the agent would be looking for was an enthusiastic buyer, I could just imagine the dollars signs spinning in his eyes, I may look young and impressionable, but I had years of experience behind these innocent looking eyes of mine.

The house came semi furnished and I knew quality when I saw it. Those were no ordinary wooden chairs those were Queen Anne chairs and worth a bundle. There were a few paintings I wanted to examine more closely too, but with the agent at my shoulder breathing down my neck, I couldn't draw his attention to some valuable pieces. I didn't see any sign the agent knew what they were and I laughed inside.

We were both trying to out screw each other. The agent saw an opportunity to get rid of an un-sellable place due to its sinister reputation to a trio of winsome young women. Whereas I was trying not to show the value of some of the furnishings to a hick agent who didn't know any better.

The girls had agreed that I'd do all the negotiations prior to the meeting, so I was the one the agent had to please. I was a complete bitch, moaning over this and that, until I had the man reeling back on the ropes. He could see his sale disappearing down the toilet as I proved to be a harder nut to crack than he thought. I knew he was beaten when he offered me a few concessions, like no title transfer fees, he even lowered his asking price substantially. I allowed him to win me over; his relief was evident by the speed he got all the paperwork signed. With the first check in his hand, he handed us the keys and bid us farewell.

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The girls went wild, dancing round the room arm in arm. Both gave me a kiss and I joined in on the celebrations. I knew we could afford the first years payments from the money in our accounts. We would need an income soon, which meant jobs. I looked at the paintings I'd seen before and realised these were the real McCoy. I couldn't guess at the value but knew they would bring good money in the east. I knew a few people in New York that were in the business from my dealings in the force, so I made a mental note to give them a call.

The carpet was a mess and needed to be thoroughly cleaned before anything was moved in. I wandered down to the boat shed to find it locked it must have been 30 feet long and had skids that ran from the shed to the water. There was a small grime stained window that I had to stretch to see into now I was that much shorter. I could see a dingy of some sort near the double doors that faced the water. I found a hammer and a crowbar in a shed to the rear of the main house. I broke the lock off the boat shed's small side door. My hammering had attracted the girl's attention. They gathered by the shed while I broke open the lock.

I looked inside the dark shed to find no bulb in the light socket, Misty ran back inside to get one and came back breathing hard. Harsh light from the naked bulb revealed a small rowboat that had seen better days, exactly as the agent had said there was. It was near the front of the shed. Looking further back, we could see a pile of canvas with piles of timbers and assorted junk scattered around. The girls, disappointed, went back to exploring the house, while I delved deeper into the boat shed.

With my enhanced strength, it was no problem shifting some of the junk. I found that the canvas was covering a bulky shape, and as I lifted one corner, I froze in wonder. I saw a gleam of polished timber; I lifted the canvas off with a mighty heave throwing years of dust and detritus from birds and other small creatures into the air. I looked away holding my breath, cursing my exuberance. As the dust settled, I whooped in joy at the sight before my eyes.

There before me was a 20 foot laminated wooden motorboat. It seemed in excellent order. I still had enough testosterone in me to admire its sleek powerful design, even, if the said 'testosterone' was only in my mind. I climbed over the side; cursing my skirt that I had worn that day. I looked at the interior and lifted the cover over the engine and drooled over the big Hemi V8 short block engine, nestled like a waiting tiger ready to pounce. The chrome free flow extractors curved from the exhaust manifolds into a single pipe running from both sides of the engine to the stern of the boat. A slight bulge along their lengths indicated some attempt to muffle the engines exhaust output. I noticed, near the rear, that both exhausts joined into a box-like arrangement with one pipe continuing out to the stern and another heading down to the bilge.

Reluctantly, I dragged myself out of there, promising to try it out at the first opportunity. After putting back the cover, I walked slowly back to the house wondering where the others were. I could hear voices coming from behind the house and walked back to find the others under an apple tree, sampling the fruit. As they saw me coming, Misty tossed an apple at me, begging me to taste it. I laughed at them finding novelty in picking apples right off a tree. 'City girls,' I thought, as I bit into the crisp tangy flesh.

Just then, came the strident tones of a cell phone. Christine pulled it out of her handbag and punched it into silence and listened for a moment. I saw the blood drain from her face as she blanched. She hung up after a moment and leant back against the tree.

"Trouble girls," she said quietly, her voice unsteady with emotion.

I felt my heart drop as I felt the telepathy gift kick in again, allowing me to read the thoughts flitting across her mind.

"NO!" I cried.

"What?" Misty asked, as she looked from Christine to me.

"The truck with our stuff was en route and stopped at a truck stop. They took a break and when they got back, they found the truck had been broken into." Christine explained.

"Was anything taken?" Misty gasped.

"Well, from the description, it looks like the box with the clothes and the Identikit is gone," continued Christine with a sob, as she started to cry.

We stood silently, contemplating our future. Were we in danger? Had someone followed us? Or was it just a random thing? One thing for sure, I was going to have to commit fully to living as a female. I think the others were more upset for me, than I was. I went over to the two girls, gathering them both into a tight hug. We stayed like that for about 5 minutes gaining comfort from our mutual friendship.

"We need to make a few decisions," I said softly. "Do we stay and make a go of it here, hoping we are safe? Or do we run, not really knowing if where we could end up or even if it's really necessary? Remember, the machine won't work for me anyway now I went for the mutability option." I watched the girls as they thought about it.

"Stay." Came from both Christine and Misty in a decided tone.

"Okay, it's unanimous then, we stay and try and ride out any problems that might develop." I confirmed with determination.

We talked about the possibilities of getting the identikit back, but with so few leads and the possible dangers of exposing ourselves in the process, we decided to wait. Why, you ask, did we not try to recover the very powerful tool that could change someone's life? Two reasons. One, the encryption on the options for my own change was hard to find, let alone break. Two, it would only transform those who knew how to work it and then only on those persons. We figured if someone went to the press about a forced change, then we could act and attempt to recover it and maybe minimise the damage, before things got out of hand.

"Come on girls; let's see if we can make a start on making the place liveable, ready for tomorrow." I said, pulling away and dragging the girls back to the house. I didn't want to mope around feeling sorry for myself, so I figured so house cleaning was in order.

"What time did they say they would arrive?" I asked Christine.

"9am, here at the house," she replied.

"Alright, let's see what we can do here. Misty, can you drive into town and buy some cleaning equipment, and pick up some food for lunch?" I asked.

After Misty grabbed her purse and drove off, we started moving the furniture out of the kitchen and dinning room, to expose all of the carpet area. As I looked at it, something struck me as being odd. The carpet showed the traffic areas with a slightly flattened look. Oddly, one of the areas ended at the side of the fireplace, which was made of stone cemented together. Looking closely at the construction, one side had been made wider than the other. Christine asked what was wrong as I peered closely at the base of it.

"Look, this seems as if someone was walking right up to the side here," I pointed out. If it weren't solid stone, I'd think they passed right in the side of the fireplace." I muttered.

"Maybe they did," Christine said, bluntly.

"Huh?" I replied, nonplussed at her reply.

"Maybe there's a secret passage," she added, in a matter of fact tone.

I looked closely, but saw nothing to indicate a door. I focused deeply, using my enhanced senses and saw an electric field glowing near one of the stones. I tried moving it, twisting and pulling to no avail. In frustration, I hit it, pushing it slightly inwards. A click and a hum resulted in a movement of a section of the stonework. A door of 2 by 5-1/2 feet opened, swinging inwards.

Christine looked at me with a "told you so," expression as we peered inside. A switch on the wall turned on a light inside, showing a set of stairs leading downward. From what we could see the whole side of the fireplace including the connecting one in the other room had a false side making a space some 5 feet long by 2 feet wide in which the staircase was built. I hesitated for a moment, before stepping into the small space, but I figured whatever was down here, we needed to find out sooner or later.

As I stepped down the stairway, I noticed a steel pole passing vertically upward and disappearing into the side of the chimney structure above. Reaching the bottom, I gazed in wonder at the contents of this hidden room. It looked like something out of a spy movie; there were all sorts of communication devices scattered round the room. Christine who had silently followed me said "WOW!" which startled me, as I'd damped down my mind reading talent.

" Double wow," I agreed. "What was this guy? A spy?" I added, feeling somewhat overwhelmed. "Look at this stuff. Police scanners, ham radio, broadband receivers, and look at this, is that a satellite tracking system?" I continued, feeling weirded out. "Where's the dish? I didn't even see an antenna for the radios."

"Maybe that pole by the chimney, is something," Christine suggested.

"Could be," I agreed.

I went over to the scanner and looked at the power switches. I pressed one, and heard the whine of a motor starting and then the sound like a periscope makes. It was coming from the base of the pole where it ended in a metal cabinet. I assumed it was some sort of hidden antenna as the scanner's speaker crackled into life.

I sent Christine up to look as I checked out the other equipment. The satellite receiver intrigued me, 'where was the antenna for that?' I thought. Switching it on, resulted in a deep rumble, and I heard a faint cry coming from above. I raced outside towards the cursing I heard coming from Christine.

When I turned the corner, I burst out laughing at the sight of Christine struggling to get up from where she'd been tumbled, by the opening of the hidden satellite dish. The dish looked like it was mounted on a hydraulic system that raised it from the ground like a missile silo. Apparently, Christine had been standing on the cover as it had lifted and folded back. She had tumbled into the rose bushes lining the area.

"Damn thorns," she growled. At first, she looked sourly at my mirth, but as she brushed her clothes clean, she smiled as realised what a sight she had presented to me. "I wasn't expecting that, I guess you pushed another button," she grumbled ruefully.

"I get the feeling that this place is from the set of a James Bond movie," I snorted. "All we need now is the bad guys to come running out of the woodwork," I joked.

"Hey! Don't say that, we've had enough bad guys already," Christine admonished.

"Sorry, I wasn't thinking." I apologized, looking around at the nearest bushes, checking for any unwanted visitors.

Looking up at the chimney, I saw an unusual antenna poking out about ten feet. The top had a number of metal rods radiating out horizontally in a circle and another set of longer rods a few inches lower angled down and out in a cone shape. It looked much like a denuded umbrella.

I knew they called it a discone antenna from my early days in the academy when we dabbled with radios in communication classes. It was a broadband, omni directional antenna, capable of both receiving and transmitting. I asked Christine to shut down the antenna while I watched it go down. I saw a lot of thought had gone into the design as it started to lower. As the long rods almost reached the chimney, a cam allowed them to fold upwards along with the top rods they disappeared into a cavity and a metal flap covered the hole completely sealing it.

Back in the cellar, I found the satellite receiver active and a stream of data being intercepted. Christine was checking things out, moving from one thing to another.

"It's possible to pick up most of the communication satellites up over us at the moment." She announced, proudly. "There's a computer decryption system that looks like it can access the military satellites as well. The different satellites are listed, and the dish can be automatically aligned with just a keystroke." She grinned happily.

"Well unless there's a hidden helicopter somewhere, I'm heading up for a cup of tea." I announced quietly.

I thought Misty was taking her time getting back, 'probably shopping for the right attire for cleaning house,' I mused with a smile on my face. As I opened the thermos of tea we had prepared that morning, I heard the car rumble into the drive. I looked out the window to see Misty and a guy coming towards the house. 'Oh, oh.' I thought, as I opened the door.

I gave the man a searching look and opened my mental barriers to see if he was going to be a threat to us or not. To explain my telepathy, it's like I can access the surface thoughts and emotions, but not the actual mind. Unless he was thinking of something in particular, then I couldn't 'hear' it. A computer analogy would be like I could read the ram but not the hard drive.

His thought's seemed harmless enough; he was thinking that Misty was a perfect 10 in his books. I'll give him credit; he didn't change his mind when he laid eyes on me. He did think that it was his lucky day to meet two lovely visions of feminine pulchritude. I also 'read' that his intentions of helping us clean up the place were genuine, and not just an excuse to spend time with Misty.

"Hi Misty. Who's your friend?" I greeted them, knowing full well his name was Alan.

"Jan, I'd like you to meet Alan." Misty introduced. "Where's Christine?" she asked, looking around.

"She'll be up in a moment, sit down Alan, and tell us how you two met so quickly," I answered, hedging the question.

Just then, Christine walked in and stopped in surprise, her opening comment about our discovery frozen on her lips.

"Hello," she greeted shyly, looking at Alan.

"Hello yourself," Alan replied, seemingly short of words.

I peeked again and smiled. His thoughts that he'd died and gone to heaven, made me chuckle to myself.

At the awkward moment before Misty introduced Christine, I decided to liven things up.

"How's it feel to be dead?" I joked. "I mean, this place seems heavenly to us, doesn't it girls?"

I saw him flinch and blush at the accuracy of my comment, before he came back with an equally good quip.

"Funny, I thought I saw the pearly gates as we drove in, I'm glad my being good, really paid off." He laughed, breaking the ice.

Misty explained how the two of the met. She had gone to the hardware for a decent broom and mop and bucket, when she found she couldn't reach the bucket she wanted, as it was too high for her. Alan had seen her trying to reach it and had helped out. They had got talking and one thing had lead to another and then Alan had offered to help out.

First thing was lunch, automatically; I started to put together sandwiches for us all, from the cold meat and freshly baked bread. Being 'Mom' seemed natural to me, as I was the oldest (pre change). It did feel odd receiving the mental appreciation of the way I moved my body from the mind of Alan, as I bustled round the kitchen. It really brought it home to me, that I was now going to be on the receiving end most men's mental and physical reactions. I found myself unaccountably modifying my movements to make them sexier, finding that being found attractive by anyone, (even a man) was giving me a feeling of satisfaction.

Misty noticed my exaggerated movements and came over and whispered in my ear. "Hey, I saw him first, you flirt."

I giggled, unable to deny it and whispered back. "Better make your move or I'll be after him myself."

With a shock I realised I had meant it. He WAS cute, for a guy. I stood there thinking of my reactions to Alan. I found myself wondering what it would be like to be held in his arms… to surrender myself to a man as a woman. With a sigh, I gathered my wits together and brought the lunch to the dinning table.

Misty had brought some Coors and the chilled beer hit the spot. I mentioned the discovery of the motorboat, and Alan suggested calling a friend of his to look it over. I agreed, after picking his thoughts of the person in question. He said, John was an electronics engineer, but was interested in engines and boats in general.

I sounded Alan out on the possibilities of any jobs for the three of us and listed some of our abilities, and preferences. He did know that John was after someone with computer literacy. He said there was an opening in his firm and would take anyone with a few clues in the game.

That seemed like a great opportunity for Christine, now all we needed was two more for us. Alan thought a minute and said Misty could work with him as he was after a decent assistant in his newspaper columnist's job. I could sense that he was really after her company as a possible romantic liaison than filling in a position for the newspaper, but I could sense his intentions were honourable, so I made no comment.

Misty, on the other hand, was ecstatic at working with him and certainly made her feelings obvious. I turned away; grinning at the way Misty flung her body on his and kissed him. I nearly cracked up laughing at the surprised Alan's reactions to Misty's uninhibited passion.

I needed to have another council with the girls, regarding the latest discovery. I looked at Alan and tried sounding him out.

"Alan, what do you know about this place and the previous owner?" I asked. "I mean you're in the newspaper game, what about these stories that were floating around?"

"I must admit to a certain curiosity when Misty said you had bought the old Fred Parsons place. I hadn't taken many of the rumours too seriously, until they discovered him dead."

"Oh! Was there something odd about his death?" I asked, keeping my mental gate lowered.

"Well I suspect there was some kind of cover up, I never really got to the bottom of things. Some people came and started asking odd question's as if they were FBI or something. There was, one thing," he paused. "I saw the body just as it was being taken away." I could see the image in his thoughts as he recalled the event. "The part of the body I saw wasn't that of a man but that of a female, the arm that dropped from under the sheet when it was being lifted into the hearse was that of a woman."

"Fred was a woman?" I gasped.

"Well they said Fred was dead, but all I saw was a partial glimpse of a woman. Whether that was supposed to be Fred I don't know. I was persuaded to close any of my enquiries into it from above, if you know what I mean?"

I believed him, as I could see the slender arm in his mind with the fingers still showing a hint of pink nail polish on the tips. I sat back wondering what that meant. Instead of clearing things up, he had only thrown another puzzle into the equation. I needed his help. So keeping a link with his mind, I decided to test him.

"Alan, I need to show you something, something important, but it has to be kept a secret, lives are at risk if this gets out. Our lives," I added.

I could see his indecision, the need to find a story, against the need to help us. I knew his decision and felt the truth of his next words.

"Yes I'll help, and I won't reveal anything to anyone, unless you tell me I can." He answered honestly.

I stood up and indicated he follow me as I opened the secret door. Misty gasped and looked at us in shock. I told them it led down to a secret communications centre. As we all trooped down the narrow stairs, I wondered if I was doing the right thing.

Alan seemed to take the sight of all the equipment in stride; his mind was filled with endless possibilities of the possible reasons it was here. I monitored his thoughts, seeking any reneging of his promise. I was pleased to see an honest desire to help us and my estimation of him went up a few notches.

"Fred Parson wasn't just the eccentric we took him or her for," he said softly. "The likelihood of him being a recluse seems rather improbable," he added. "I can do some digging in town. Find out who built this and if there's any way of tracing where all the gear came from." He offered.

Alan said he'd better get back. He promised to start looking into things surrounding the mystery 'Miss Fred.' He also said he'd call in on John and see if he could come and check out the boat. I thanked him as Misty went to drive him back into town.

Christine grumbled, saying Misty was avoiding doing the cleanup work.

I laughed, as the prospects of doing the mundane chore of cleaning, seemed so normal after the revelations from Alan. I got stuck in, sweeping, dusting, and general cleanup duties. By the time Misty came back, all I wanted was a soak in a hot bath as even my extra strength was taxed to the limit. Christine was tired too, although I had done most of the strenuous work. Misty looked at us sitting there exhausted, and snapped.

"Why aren't you cleaning? Do I have to do all the work around here?"

I looked at Christine, and she at me with a look of 'let's get her.' I picked up the wet sponge I had been using, while Christine grabbed another. Misty stood speechless as the wet sound of two sodden sponges hitting her directly on her chest, left a huge wet spot that showed her bra through the light material. She then squealed as the cold liquid dripped into her cleavage and started moving downwards.

I stood up wearily, picking up the sponge, and then hugged Misty, saying sorry. I was still holding the sponge and grinned as I squeezed the last of the moisture out of it, down her back as I held her tight.

"There, now you can qualify for a bath," I snorted.

"Yuck, I'm all wet." She complained.

"Well we both knew that," Christine and I chorused together, laughing at her discomfort.

Misty snorted, trying to look disgruntled, before dissolving into laughter. We loaded the picnic items away in the car before securing the place and headed back to our motel.

Don't let anyone tell you that a bath isn't relaxing. I luxuriated in the steamy atmosphere of a scented bubble bath and my body soaked up the heat and eased the slight aches gained by the day's activities. My preoccupation with my thoughts was rudely interrupted by Misty's sudden entrance.

"Room for one more?" she asked gaily.

"Sheesh… knock next time," I complained. "I thought it was…never mind." I stuttered, as I watched Misty drop her flimsy wrap to the floor and step into the bath. She smiled, seeming unconcerned about her nudity, so I grinned and flicked some hot soapy water onto her breasts.

"Don't start anything you can't carry through with," she said, grinning.

Boy, was ever there a moment I regretted the loss of my manhood, than just then. I looked at her body closely, noticing that although my mind was aroused, my body hadn't responded to my sexual thoughts… well not much anyway. There was a slight arousal, but nothing like there would have been in my old body.

I found myself imagining myself as Misty, growing up as a girl and budding into womanhood and trying to get a feel of the way others (including the men) would have interacted with her. I felt oddly sad that I had missed that part of her life myself, now that I was destined to remain forever female. Instead, I ended up having to cope with suddenly being a woman from scratch.

"JAN!! WHAT'S HAPPENING TO YOU?" Shouted Misty, as she stopped soaping herself and looked at me.

"Huh?" what do you mean?" I replied, shocked at her yell.

"You… you look like me…" she trailed off, her eyes wide with amazement.

"What are you talking about?" I muttered, as I turned to the mirror along the side of the bath.

"OHMYGOD!" I gasped, there in the mirror was Misty where my reflection should have been. I was her perfect double, even down to her nail polish. I looked as surprised as the Misty sitting opposite me. I realised I had just used the mutability option, by thinking about Misty.

"It's okay," I explained to the startled Misty. I explained what I'd been thinking and that I had accidentally activated the mutability function. I wondered if I could imitate her voice. I concentrated on the way she sounded and then started to test it.

"Well, do you think we should have a little fun with this?" I said in her musical voice.

"You even sound a bit like me, its sort of creepy hearing myself talking back." She replied.

"Actually, I sound just like you. I listened to your mind and picked up the way you sound to yourself, it's a little deeper than what it actually sounds like to another."

"Huh?"

"Well no one's voice sounds exactly as one hears it, I mean there's bone resonance that transmits sound directly to your inner ear that gives it a slightly deeper tone." I explained.

"Ah, so what do you want to do?" Misty laughed mischievously.

I whispered.

 

To be continued.

  

  

  

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